Written for my buddies Chey-Chey Otockipus, CuppyCake, and Antoniette. DISCLAIMER: Yeah….I don't' own them….
"What happened to you?" Akihiko asked as Misaki shoved open the door and slammed, blocking out the screams of...women? His green sweater was in tatters and his jeans hung limply around his thighs; his underwear was the only thing intact.
"Damnit Usagi-san! This is one thing I hate about being gay," Misaki yelled, throwing his backpack on the couch. He quickly tied on his apron and gathered a pan and sprinkled some butter in it after turning the stove on.
"This is the fifth time this week..." He continued mumbling, trying to cook off the stress.
"Who did that to you?" The older man dropped his newspaper and scuttled next to his lover, concern and anger lacing his voice.
"The fangirls! Senpai told his sister Kaki and you will not believe it! She's the vice-president of the yaoi-club!" He sliced the head of a salmon then continued scaling it until it's white flesh sparkled under the artificial light. "The club caught me as I was leaving Mitsuhashi and one girl tackled me." Misaki rubbed his shoulder. "And then the rest glomped me. I'm freakin' soar all over, my favorite outfit is ruined and-"
Akihiko slid his hands around Misaki's torso and laid his chin on his shoulder.
"But there's one good thing about the fangirl attack."
"What?"
"They helped get your clothes off...less work for me." Akihiko smiled, turning off the burner, scoping Misaki in his arms and caring him to their bedroom.
I never said that was good for me...