Hey!! Sorry this update has come so late, haven't had the right mood or time to do this chapter. But. Here it is!! I really hope you enjoy this and review =) REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY!!


Misaki

I feel like I know him. But I've 'known' him for all of a week. Yet, somehow, time seems to have forgotten its cousin: pace. Time is just rushing while pace only seems to grace us with its presence upon situations of great frustration… be it annoyed or sexual.

Misaki sidled out of school with his head hung low. He barely waved to the few people who yelled goodbye to him as he approached the school gates. He felt like an ant. Tiny. Insignificant. He felt enormously guilty for how he behaved towards Akihiko this morning. He had been expecting too much. At the same time, he was still hurt at Akihiko's lack of sensitivity towards what that kid had called him as he had walked the walk of shame to a ten minute detention- four minutes of which I spent trying to resist Akihiko and standing by my anger.

He was in such a state of melancholy that he didn't properly register the lightness of his right shoulder. Until he looked up. And saw Akihiko standing in front of him, chic purple sunglasses over his deeper violet eyes and Misaki's school satchel in his hand.

Akihiko cleared his throat in a sort of uncomfortable way.

"I… I may not be able to stand up for you in class in front of pricks like that kid, but I can give you a lift." The silver-haired man's voice was cool, almost too unaffected for Misaki to take him seriously. But with his bundle of understanding for the teacher-come-seducer, he saw through the icy façade and saw a genuine want to help him.

Shy, he nodded once after standing there, gormlessly staring up at Akihiko. He detected a faint smile of success on Akihiko's face before he spoke again.

"My car's in the car-park."

Misaki's shoulders raised like an angry cat's and he dug his hands into his pockets.

"I'm not going to follow you to the car-park. Not with. Other people. Around."

Akihiko's arched silver eyebrows raised in disinterested shock before he sighed and yelled, loud enough for everyone around to hear,

"Well, your paper is marked, Takahashi, but it's in my car and I need to get home- it would be much easier for you to come to my car and get it now. Don't be so paranoid, Takahashi-" Akihiko smiled at Misaki's blush and glare- "I won't molest you."

A few girls walked past them, tittering and batting their eyelashes at Akihiko. Akihiko ignored them and turned to walk back through the school gates and past the main building towards the downward ramp that led to the teacher's car-park. Misaki followed, snatching his satchel from Akihiko as the man continued, in a lower voice,

"Much…"

Akihiko

God I love it when he blushes.

Akihiko could barely contain his victorious smile as he led Misaki to his red sports car, which was conspicuously situated at the far end, in a slot reserved for him. He fished his car keys out of his trouser pocket and caught Misaki staring wide-eyed at the plaque on the wall in front of his car. It read, Usami, Akihiko- Literature Tutor.

"You like a man with a plaque, then, eh?" Akihiko teased as he unlocked the passenger-side door and held it open.

"No!" Misaki instantly barked before he donned a fake confused expression. "What does that even mean, anyway?"

Akihiko sighed and walked round to his side of the car as Misaki got into the front seat. Both car doors clamped shut and for a couple of moments, both men sat silently, unmoving.

A lot had happened in this car. A week ago, Akihiko had driven a shocked Misaki to his home and then to the hospital in near Tokyo when his brother had been after a car-crash. A day later, Akihiko had sat outside Palm bar, waiting for a pathetically drunken Misaki to come out. Only seconds later, Akihiko had been stroking his neck in a fairly innocent dominance game. Akihiko had swerved them both out of a car-crash of their own a day after that…

Without a word, Akihiko reversed the car and then revved it up the ramp and out of the school. As they got on the road, Misaki began to speak.

"I'm… well…"

"Sorry for this morning, I know. So am I."

"Would you let me finish my sentence?!"

"It's really much quicker if I do the talking," Akihiko smirked. Not that I don't find your stuttering extraordinarily cute…

"Arrogant-"

"I'm sure Takahiro would love to hear your gratitude for my giving you a lift home."

"You… Argh!"

"Sexual frustration is a very sorry experience, I would help you if you would let me…"

Misaki

Hell I'll let you help me, you… you… Misaki nearly choked as he recalled this morning. He had woken up to the feeling of soft lips on the nape of his neck. Strong arms had held him close to something firm and long… upon the realisation that Akihiko was kissing him, he had begun to stir. When he felt his body's response to Akihiko's caresses he had exploded, squirming and kicking as the man's hands had travelled south from his stomach…

"Speechless? Well, I'm certainly on a roll today," Akihiko muttered, smug.

"I'm not speechless!" Misaki growled, glaring at him. They stopped at the traffic lights and Akihiko turned to face Misaki. He inclined his head and looked over his sunglasses, patronising and gleeful. "Stop it!"

Akihiko sighed and smiled as he put the car back into gear- his hands… why do his hands turn me on? Argh, God I hate this- speeding towards the car-park for the block of large apartments Akihiko lived in. Before Akihiko got the chance to playfully retort, the car screeched to an almighty halt.

"Baka…" he hissed under his breath.

"Why am I-" Misaki began.

"Not you. We're going for supper." And with that, Akihiko was reversing out of the entrance out the car-park and they were back on the road.


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