Disclaimer: I don't own Junjo Romantica. (ZOMG! That was the first normal disclaimer I've ever done and this is like, the 14th story!)
"Asshole!" Misaki yelled as he was tossed gently on the king-sized bed. "That's not fair! You can't sneak up on me when I'm studying!" The barrettes that held his hair back when he worked tumbled off, causing his chocolately brown bangs to barley skim his eyelashes, which, unfortunately for him, all made Akihiko hunger for the taste of his lover's flesh.
"Usagi-san, I need to study," whined the collage student, his pout only making the older man chuckle.
"You can study when I'm working," Akihiko whispered huskily, snaking his arms around Misaki's lean waist and fondled the top of his manhood. "I need a break, and by the way you're acting, so do you."
In a single, powerful motion, Akihiko slid his arm around the meeker man's back and gently flipped over, so his naked stomach was exposed.
"Don't forget to turn off the lights…"
"Why?"
Twenty Minuets Later…
"Usagi-san?"
"Mhmm?"
"Is counted as rape?"
"Not if you liked it."
"So it is?"
"No, because you liked it." Akihiko gently kissed Misaki's damp lips, ending the conversation quickly and efficiently.
As much as I hate to admit it, it wasn't rape…Misaki as he laid his head against Akihiko's sweaty chest. But never in hell would I ever to say that to that bastard!