Item # 1

Akihiko loved everything about Misaki. Every detail, every quirk, every fetish, and every pet peeve. But there were certain things about the boy that drove him mad.

The other day Misaki had favored to wear a thin button-up sleeveless shirt and some tight pants. It was reasonable of course, since it was summer at the time, and Misaki had vehemently refused to turn on the air conditioning. Opting instead to open all the windows and sliding glass doors to let in the horribly warm breeze.

At the time, Akihiko was taking a break from writing his latest normal, non-BL novel and Misaki was cutting up some vegetables for their lunch later in the day. Akihiko couldn't help but let his eyes travel from the expensive cigarette he was smoking to Misaki's body, concentrated on its task of julienning some carrots. Akihiko found himself noticing Misaki's – rather feminine – physique. With his smooth and pale neck, small shoulders, thin torso, slightly curvy hips and long legs.

Akihiko's gaze locked on the area around Misaki's pelvis, subconsciously noting how his hips widened slightly past his waist; giving him almost feminine curves. Noting also that Misaki's ass was delicious as well, but that was for another time.

Suddenly, Akihiko found himself, void of any cigarette whatsoever, walking quietly towards Misaki. The young student, being turned away from the living room, didn't sense the author lurking a few feet away from him. Sliding them sensuously, Akihiko gently wrapped his hands around Misaki's hips, creating an 'X' with his arms around Misaki's torso. Startled by the slow, yet intimate action, Misaki dropped the knife with a clatter onto the counter. Akihiko pressed his chest into Misaki's back, their bodies fitting perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle. Misaki shuddered as Akihiko exhaled hot air into his ear, the mere presence of the man enough to frazzle the young boy's brain.

"U-usagi-san" Misaki managed to gasp out. "I-I'm cooking!" he reprimanded his landlord, trying to pull off Akihiko's fingers off his hips, but found that he couldn't quite gather the strength to do so.

Akihiko released Misaki from his hold around his hips and Misaki immediately turned around, looking into his lover's eyes. "You shouldn't do that to somebody while they're holding a--"

Akihiko cut short Misaki's sentence when he suddenly dropped to his knees and placed either hand on the outside of Misaki's thighs, his head level with Misaki's pelvis.

"Usagi-san! W-what are you--"

Misaki began, but the words died on his tongue as Akihiko strayed right of Misaki's core and kissed the bone of his hip through the denim. Misaki thought he couldn't have blushed harder than he was now, but quickly took it back as he blushed harder when Akihiko moved to the left and did the same to the bone there. After glancing upwards at Misaki's scandalized expression, Akihiko smirked and stood up, cupping Misaki's face with his hands, feeling the heat he had caused.

"Your hips were so sexy. I couldn't resist." Akihiko said in his mockingly monotone voice. He leaned down and kissed his sweet Misaki chastely on the lips, just enough to pull him out of his reverie.

"W-will you just shut up and go back to your work, you frickin' PERVERT!"