/N: Okies, I absolutely love Sekaiichi Hatsukoi and Junjo Romantica. Those were the first two yaois I watched and thus I am hooked. This is my first yaoi fanfic so PLEASE REVIEW and let me know how you either enjoyed or disliked it, I need the feedback to at least know that I am on the right track. Thanks so much. ^-^

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Junjo Romantica, just the OC.

Breakfast Time

It was an early Tuesday morning and the sun was somewhere hiding behind the many clouds. Misaki Takahashi had found himself home an entire day early from his vacation because of the god awful feeling he had in the pit of his stomach that told him if he didn't come home soon, he wasn't going to have a home to come home to. Misaki stood staring at the empty fridge, wondering how the hell all the food he had just bought no more than a handful of days ago, managed to completely disappear. He had left to spend some time with his brother and wife, as he tended to do every month, and his cousin (since no one else bothered to even return his calls for reasons he now knew), Kirimi, had been put in charge to make sure Akihiko didn't kill himself while he was gone.

"Misaki?" The first thing he noticed was his cousin's vibrantly pink hair in contrast to her olive skin. Her normally flawless features looked just plan worn out, if not severely annoyed to no end.

"Kirimi, good morning." The boy smiled.

Kirimi sighed in relief, "Oh thank god you're back!" She all but cried tears of joy. Just what in the world happened while he was gone? "I don't see how the hell you put up with that pertinacious prick! He got on my last damn nerve! It was 'Kirimi this, or Kirimi that, or Kirimi-kun, why can't your eggs be fluffy like Misaki's?!' Ugh! He drove me up the damn wall! He's worse than Haruhiko!"

Misaki watched as his cousin raged on, not the least bit surprised about his lover's behavior. Kirimi seemed the best choice to babysit…er… watch the older man since she was romantically involved with his older brother (so she had personal experience dealing with the Usami men), but this whole ordeal was way more than the girl could handle. She practically drank herself to sleep the two nights she was there.

"Kirimi, I'm so sorry. I told him to behave." Said Misaki.

"No cousin, I'm sorry for you. I don't care how great the sex may be, you're insane to be living with that bear obsessed, egotistical maniac!" Her bags had been packed before, signaling that she didn't give a damn if he had made it back from Takahiro's or not- Kirimi was ready to get the hell out of dodge now.

"Um… well… I didn't say anything about the sex being good." Misaki blushed, bashfully waving his arms around.

"Oh trust me! You didn't have to! Akihiko told me every last detail of you guys' sex life! Know where I'm going now? I'm going to church! Living with your boyfriend was so horrible it sent me to church! He's scared me so bad… I may even become a lesbian!" Maybe she was overreacting just a bit too much.

"Kirimi, I'm so sorry." Misaki apologized once again. At this rate, he was going to lose all his friends and family on Akihiko's behalf.

"No! Next time you need a babysitter, don't you dare call me!"

Misaki watched as his cousin, her things and all, stormed clear the hell out of the front door without another word. He sighed, turning back to the empty kitchen. He had to admit, Kirimi had done a very good job at keeping things in order. With her temper and Akihiko's… Akihikoness, the house was still in one piece and Akihiko himself was still alive. But both parties were a force to be reckoned with when pissed off so he had to give his cousin credit where her credit was due. He went back over to the fridge… Kirimi had cooked everything… and drank all the sake. It was like she'd eaten her sorrows away, and with his lover in tow, she had become a glutton. He groaned loudly, letting his head rest against the cool metal of the fridge door. Maybe if he left now, he could get to the store and back home before Akihiko woke up. Misaki was so deep in his thoughts he was completely unaware of the opening bedroom door and the pitter patter of feet down the wooden staircase. He all but jumped out of his skin as he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind.

"Mi-sa-ki," Akihiko breathed into the teen's chestnut locks. "You're home."

"I- I am." Misaki stumbled, a blush already creeping into his cheeks.

"I don't see any breakfast ready." The older man said.

"There's no food, I need to run to the store. I can leave now and-"

"Well… we'll just have to compensate then." Akihiko huskily whispered.

A/N: Next chapter will be a lemon :)