Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica, nor do I own any of the characters.

Well, this is my first fic. Go easy, but be honest? If anyone reads it that is. Haha, I do hope you enjoy(:

Misaki cursed repeatedly.

He cursed himself.

'All of the people... All of the people for me to do.. that with, and I pick this one. Baka, Misaki. Baka.'

He cursed the Rabbit.

'Damn, Usagi-san. Baka! HENTAI!'

And then he cursed him more.

"Ugh! When I said I was cooking, stop, I meant I was COOKING, STOP!" Misaki screamed angrily at the poor kitchen. The burners on the stove were charred black; curry had spewed onto the helpless metal and caked on, layer upon layer. The once silver skillet was also black, the stir fry inside unidentifiable.

Misaki sighed and slid down to the floor in defeat. Observing the mess in despair, he tried to force himself to have enough energy, to have the mindset, to get this done. "I can't just leave it. Get up, Misaki!" He pounded his fist to the ground in his resolve, "Ah! What the f-," glancing down at his hand, he saw part of the glob that was the ruined curry. Glancing around with very nervous eyes, Misaki gasped.. then, he screamed.

"USAGI-SAN! STUPID FUCKING PERVERT! JUST DO.. THAT AND THEN LEAVE ME WITH THIS! NO, NO, YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU HAD BETTER BE GLAD YOU LEFT! YEAH!"

The brunette panted after his outrage, then blushed at himself. 'Yelling to an empty room will not solve anything. It really won't clean this kitchen, and it won't even piss off Usagi-san. I will clean the mess first, and plot my revenge after.' He nodded, as in confirmation, and prepared himself for the task at hand.

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Usami Akihiko had a great life. He had an easy job that allowed him to work at home most of the time, plenty of money resulting from the easy job, and a great lover that happened to like to cook and clean.

He grimaced.

'Well, he doesn't really LIKE to clean so much..'

Usagi knew that he would be 'in the dog house' after this afternoon. He had ventured into the kitchen to get his fill of Misaki, and only after a lot of.. repositioning (he'd tried his damndest to convince Misaki that counter top sex or sex against the refrigerator was okay, no one would know, but Misaki had very loudly objected), did they move to their large bed upstairs.

Afterwards, they had both fallen asleep. A very deep, putrid odor had awakened Akihiko, and he had hoped Misaki hadn't woken up to it as well, but upon glancing at the other side of the bed, his hopes were very quickly crushed. Misaki was gone, and had probably left in a hasty manner.

Usagi groaned. They had certainly slammed around a lot, and now everything was horribly burned. He knew he would be hearing it from his cleanly lover.

Luckily, he didn't get the chance.

A loud "ZZZZ.. ZZZZ..ZZZZ" echoed through the room, and Usagi glanced at his phone beside him.

Saved by Aikawa, for once.

He eagerly dressed and bounded downstairs, telling Misaki hurriedly he had been called away. He didn't allow himself to relax until he reached the elevator.

'Safe.'

His mind couldn't imagine that at that moment, his small lover had just thought of a plan that would impress even the great Usami Akihiko.