AN: Thank you for the reviews! This is based on the manga.

Warnings: Slash! Mature content, amateur writer at mature scenes.

Summary: After the war a detached Harry Potter returns back to his actual home and resumes his secret life as Takahashi Misaki. Meeting the pervert Usami Akihiko wasn't something he had in his plans, nor was said author falling in love with him. Rated M for a reason.

Harry-Misaki- 18 (That's what I read, I didn't pick the age.)

Usami-28 (Again I didn't pick the age.)

{ The beginning of the Usami attacks}

-Spring-

With a content hum Misaki appraised his hair style in the mirror, instead of the messy style it usually was, he had combed it until it was perfectly flat, not a hair out of place. But his huge glasses still gave him the dorky look, not that he cared.

He grunted when a large hand fell upon his head and ruffled his hair, making it return back to normal. "Usami-Senei, you messed up my hair again." He stated, turning around and giving him a flat stare.

"You're a new recruit so there's no need to try and be cool." Usami replied "Your normal hair looks fine."

Misaki grabbed up his Pocky as he spoke. "I'm in M University."

"I guess." Usami shrugged his shoulders. "Even as an alternate-list student, you can get in. No one will know about the alternate-list… you can still graduate as an alternate… even as an alternate…"

The brunette blinked. "That's a lot of alternates."

The contract for the end of the apartment that Misaki and his brother were living in ended a little while ago and Takahiro transferred over to Osaka soon after. Misaki had taken to living with Usami temporarily as a border.

"Misaki." Usami's voice broke him from his thoughts. "Your tie."

Warm hands came from around him and he was pressed against a broad chest. "How the heck did you do this?" Usami questioned leaning over slightly to work on his tie. "Let me show you how to properly tie it. Watch closely."

Misaki bit into his Pocky, not able to move it from his mouth since he was incased at both sides. "…Okay."

Usami finished with the tie and spotted another problem. "It looks like you don't even know how to wear clothes." He scolded, his breath fanning across the brunettes ear. "C'mon take them all off!"

Misaki started to move within the older man's arms as his shirt was completely unbuttoned. "I can do it myself, I was just distracted." He replied having problems with talking, keeping his Pocky in his mouth and trying to get out of the hold to button the shirt himself. He was going to be late to his entrance exam if this continued.

Usami chuckled, his chest vibrating against the smaller man's back at the sound. "Having problems multitasking?" A light tint of red formed on Misaki's cheeks. "Don't worry; the 'race car' can get you to M University in seven minutes."

Misaki gave a small yelp when Usami suddenly sat on the couch, bringing him with and making it so his smaller body was in between his long legs. He blinked, shocked when he realized that the writer had somehow gotten one of his pant legs off during the whole movement, and quickly pulled his shirt down to cover the spot between his legs.

"Usami-Sensei," He started, jumping when the writers hand moved his arm that was pushing the cloth down and made its way toward his member. "Are you perhaps still asleep?" He inhaled sharply when the hand met his member and started to move.

Usami chuckled and brought his other hand to slip his large glasses off, letting them fall to the side and using it to tilt his head back. "You'd better worry about your reputation first, what would the school think of you if you were late the first day?" He breathed, sucking on the tip of his ear.

Misaki shuttered as the stroking continued but kept his mouth firmly closed so he didn't lose his Pocky stick.

The older man smirked at the obvious problem he was having, and tilted his head to the side "How about I help you with that?" He murmured, grabbing onto the end of it with his mouth.

Usami started to munch on his end, his lilac eyes not leaving Misaki's gaze as he slowly started getting closer, the stroking of his member increasing at the same time.

Misaki breathed heavily through his nose as he fought to keep the grip on his Pocky stick, the steady shocks of pleasure making his heart hammer in his chest as the other man's mouth continued to move closer.

By the time their lips were centimeters apart, Misaki felt like his heart was going to explode, and he went to pull back from the Pocky stick, only to have the back of his head blocked by a large hand.

"U-hami-Senhei…" He managed to get out, his body shuttering as the tip of his member was rubbed by the pad of the man's thumb. Usami smirked and took the last bite of the stick, his tongue instantly finding its way into Misaki's mouth as the other finally gasped at the pleasure, their lips meeting. Misaki weakly grabbed at the writer's shirt as his cavern was explored and his tongue massaged, a soft whimper making its way out as his pleasure started to build.

Usami broke his lips at the noise, giving him a smirk. "That's right." He murmured squeezing the member in his hands slightly gaining another small whimper. "Don't hold your voice back Mi-sa-ki." He purred, licking the slightly swollen lips in front of him.

Misaki managed to give him a slight glare; his cheeks reddened by pleasure and shut his lips firmly.

Usami paused before chuckling. "As much as I would love to make you moan and scream, and beg for more…" His eyes gleamed. "I wouldn't want you to be late for your first day, but I will do this."

The brunette jumped and turned his face down when the hand on his member slowly traveled downward, watching as the fingers, slick from his member, pressed down on his entrance.

Misaki's eyes widened slightly but he didn't make a sound, only stiffening slightly as one slowly made its way in, stopping when it was as far as it could go.

Usami gently grabbed the side of his face and nipped at the nape of his neck, his finger moving in a steady rhythm. "Hmm, how about another one?"

The brunette twitched as another finger was added with the first, and he bit down on his lips to muffle the slight gasp as their rhythm increased.

"Now," Usami purred his body vibrating at the timbre of his lust filled voice. "Let's find something that I know you would love."

The ash-blondes fingers were suddenly gave a large thrust, reaching deeper than before and curling at the ends. "Ah!" The brunette's eyes widened as something was pressed inside of him, his voice coming out without his permission at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. His breath hitched and he felt his member twitch as Usami hit that place once again, his face turning red with embarrassment.

"To be able to make Usami-sensei so passionately in love with you is a beautiful thing." Usami proclaimed, his voice coming inches from his ear. "So I hope you're prepared for the reward of accomplishing such a feat."

Misaki jerked as the bundle of nerves was abused, his mouth wide as he panted loudly, unconsciously moving his hips with the rhythm of the fingers. "Mmn." He moaned before biting into his lip so the sound couldn't completely come out. He wasn't about to lose!

Usami chuckled at his stubbornness and thrust his fingers once again, only this time keeping them in place and pressing down, rubbing them in a small circle.

Misaki threw his head back at the explosion of pleasure and leaned on the shoulder behind him, the pleasure was too much, and he could feel the familiar coiling within his stomach each move Usami made.

"You're close aren't you?" The older man teased, gazing into his pleasure-glazed eyes. "Go ahead." He ordered, his fingers pressing down once more.

Misaki closed his eyes before releasing with a soft moan, shuddering when Usami took out his fingers, and smoothed the brunettes ruffled hair as he recuperated.

Takahiro-Nii-san…

I think I'm living in a dangerous place…

{The beginning of the Usami attacks}

He gazed down at the multiple plates of food he had made on the table. Feeling satisfied at the quantity and quality. Though he didn't like his time at the Dursley's, they most certainly gave him the opportunity to level up on his cooking, and it was safe to say he could almost be called an expert.

He twirled the Pocky stick in his mouth and set the pan he had been holding down, he had been living in the house for over a month. A high-class five-bedroom apartment in the best area of Tokyo, which he did house work in everyday to pay for his rent. It wasn't hard, but he didn't have a problem with that.

Misaki turned toward the clock and gazed at it dully.

No his problem was that his landlord was a weirdo.

He turned his head when he heard the familiar sound of the writer's footsteps and raised an eyebrow at the zombie-like appearance.

A cigarette was hanging out of his mouth and his eyes shadowed from lack of sleep as he leaned heavily on the wall, his large bear in one hand and a stack of papers in another.

"Morning." Misaki greeted, not at all affected.

Usami stumbled his way across the floor. "….Morning…."

The brunette placed a steaming hot cup of coffee beside the writer as he sat down in his chair, nodding when he was thanked for the food and walked over to sit in his own chair to start and eat.

Strangely the scion of wealth that grew up isolated and cold really enjoyed the 'home-life.' No matter how busy he was Usami always wanted to sit down at eat with him, not that he was complaining.

Usami stared tiredly at the piece of food his chopsticks were holding. "This egg," he proclaimed holding it high. "Is so nice!"

Misaki raised an eyebrow.

Flowers sprouted around the older man's head as he gave the egg a long stare. "It makes one feel that it should just be 'this yellow color!"

Misaki blinked, like he said a weirdo.

After a few moments of eating Usami spoke up again. "When does your class start today?"

"8:30."

"Then how about I take you!"

"I'm fine. It's only a fifteen minute walk."

"I'm taking you."

Misaki nodded silently. Usami was also strangely over protective.

Once they finished Misaki started to clean up and wash the plates. "Usami-sensei, if you have dirty laundry, put them out." He shouted from the sink. "I'm going to do them before I leave."

He turned back to cleaning the dishes. "Lunch is ready, all you have to do is heat up-"

The brunette paused when he was embraced from behind. "Yes Usami-Sensei?"

"Misaki is so great!" Usami proclaimed pressing his larger body against his smaller back.

The writer took the plate from his hands and put it in the dish rack. "Usami-Sensei?"

"Before I finish my work, I'm always repressed! I need to 'charge up!'"

Misaki grumbled and tried to get away, but the arm under his shirt and around his chest prevented it. "I need to finish cleaning up Usami-Sensei."

"But you're so sensitive here!" Usami replied, sliding his free hand into his loose fitting pants.

A chocked noise came from his mouth as long fingers gave his member an experimental stroke that almost had his knees buckling had Usami not been there behind him, holding his body up.

"Usami-"

The older man rested his on his shoulder. "Tell me Misaki," He whispered as he twisted his wrist slowly around his hardening member, his other hand playing with his sensitive chest. "When I'm not helping you release, do you do it yourself?"

A bright blush formed on the brunettes face but he didn't answer, shivering when Usami licked his ear.

Usami chuckled. "You're so pure-hearted!" His thumb rubbed against the tip of his erection and then, digging ever so gently, teased his slit.

"S-shut-up…" Misaki retorted, panting heavily as the stroking suddenly increased. "Pervert-sensei." He mumbled, half-heartedly.

He gave a small moan when he climaxed, leaning against the writers chest tiredly.

After a moment he stood straight and fixed his clothes, looking like he hadn't been molested.

Usami smirked. "You're always look so unaffected by everything." He observed. "Makes me want to push you to the limit and see what kind of faces you make."

Misaki gave him a flat look over his shoulder before tripping on a book in the middle of the room and falling flat on his face into some papers.

"Yo." Usami said, lighting a cigarette. "Don't mess up my manuscripts."

The brunette sent him a bland look. "It's your fault Usami-Sensei."

"I have to proof read them so make sure you put every page back into its spot."

"I know." Misaki replied, picking up the papers. He paused and scanned his eyes across one of them.

Akihiko…

Misaki flushed…

Akihiko used his fingers to comb through his hair…

Misaki then…

Misaki was forced to…

Akihiko's rough tongue rubbed against…

Akihiko's agile fingers…

Misaki didn't know how to react, should someone be happy or angry that they were getting written about? On one hand it was all smut, but Usami most likely spent a lot of time working on it…

"I was really inspired this time." Usami said from behind him. "It went very well."

"Won't people realize it's us in the books?" Misaki questioned, gazing up at him curiously.

"I stated in the book that 'the novels contents are pure fiction, any resemblance to actual people or events are purely coincidental."

The brunette nodded. "You're going to publish it aren't you?"

The writer held up a diskette. "It's all in here."

Usami waved it teasingly, as if baiting him to try and get it, but Misaki just stayed on the floor.

"I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Why do you make that sort of stuff?" He asked.

The ash-blonde looked thoughtful. "Because I want to do it." He declared.

Misaki just sighed.

{The beginning of the Usami attacks}

AN: It's the stories fault for making me have two smut scenes in one chapter, though I did add a little more pizazz to the first one, but I hope you enjoyed it!

As for Harry-Misaki and the potter and/or Black fortune, well let's just say he didn't really have any use for it seeing that muggles aren't use to the wizard's way of paying… or something like that. Teddy may be in the story, but I don't know when. They didn't live in England, the order found him when he was around five in Japan and explained to them about what happened before bringing him to the Dursleys. Both of the characters are eight years apart, and Takahiro just happened to be at a friend's house the night that Voldemort finally found where Lily and James were.

Takahiro only knows the basics of what happened in Harry-Misaki's life, meaning he wasn't told about the Dursleys or anything like that because Harry-Misaki didn't want to trouble him.