I am being a bad writer right now and not working more on my final three chapters of What About the Others. Instead I thought to add a little Terrorist to his series since I haven't written them in a while. I was wondering how I could possibly add on to this series, since Terrorist and Mistake don't usually say no, but I think this works. Enjoy.

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They Said No

Does the Offer Still Stand

Shinobu watched his lover out of the corner of his eye. Miyagi was in the kitchen, putting away the breakfast dishes, and speaking on that damned Bluetooth headset he had received at the conference he'd just returned from. Since the day, okay, it was only yesterday, the older man had returned from his trip, he'd been glued to that thing like it was part of his anatomy. When asked, Miyagi simply stated that it helped him deal with students, faculty, and his parents in a much easier manner.

One small terrorist didn't like the thing on his lover's ear though. It had taken him away from the college student for the night; a night that should have involved a lot of kissing, fucking, and other such lewd actions. Instead, the professor had patted Shinobu on the head like a dog, and continued speaking with whoever was on the other end. Dejected, the young man had gone to his own room to sleep, something he hadn't done in months.

When he'd woken up the next morning, he'd expected to have Miyagi all to himself; but that wasn't the case. The bastard was speaking with a student and did so throughout breakfast. Never in his life had he felt so ignored as he did while he watched the man speak to the girl on the other end of the phone. Jealousy raged within him and he was just waiting for the right moment.

Then he heard Miyagi speak.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Hearing those words made Shinobu's veins freeze and he could feel tears in his eyes. He couldn't let the other out of the apartment when they hadn't even had a proper conversation in over a week. So when Miyagi finally put the last cup into the drying basket, he came up behind the older man and placed his head against the other's back.

"Miyagi, I want to make love," he deadpanned, blushing.

"My, Shinobu-chin, aren't we eager," he said, turning around and rubbing the boy's head. "No, not right now. I have to go to the office for a few hours."

Shinobu watched as Miyagi walked away, grabbed his briefcase, and walked out the door. In that moment he let the tears flow as he fell to his knees on the kitchen floor; unable to move save for the beating of his heart.

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Miyagi, on the other hand, walked out the door and then stopped on a dime, right in the hallway. Something didn't feel right. He put his hand on his heart and could feel it dancing in his chest, just like normal, but for some reason there was a void in his thought. Miyagi couldn't put his finger on it as he tried to take a step away from the door, but something wouldn't let him. An outside force, completely unknown to him, was keeping him rooted on that spot.

A flash of the young man in his apartment appeared in his mind's eye as his eyelids closed. And he knew exactly the reason for the void.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"This is Miyagi," he said softly into the earpiece.

"Professor, I think it may take a few hours more to get this down, do you have quite a bit of time this afternoon?" the girl on the other end asked.

Miyagi could hear her hopeful expression in his ear and knew he was about to let her down.

"Sorry, Andou-san, I'm not able to come in after all. I will see you on Tuesday, I think I'll take tomorrow off too."

He turned off the Bluetooth and pulled it out of his ear. What a horrible piece of technology he'd been given at the seminar. Miyagi put it into his pocket, turned around, and felt his heart start to speed up. With each beat he could hear Shinobu asking to make love. The words 'make love' repeated over and over in his head and within seconds he could feel the blood rush to his cock. The kid rarely used that term; normally he said something a little more vulgar. He would most definitely need to take the next day off.

Miyagi strode back into the house and dropped his case when he saw that Shinobu was on the floor of the kitchen, crying. He'd done that; he was a bastard.

Without bothering to say anything he strode forward and held out a hand to the boy on the floor. Said boy looked up at him with tears streaking down his face and nasal excrement dripping from his nose.

"I'm sorry, Shinobu, I didn't mean no. Does the offer still stand?" Miyagi asked, seriously.

Shinobu didn't know how to respond, so he just cried more as he reached for the elder's hand and was pulled to his feet. Stupid, old man acting like a fucking jackass.

Miyagi took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears from Shinobu's eyes and had the kid blow his nose. Then he all but pounced on the brat while still in the kitchen. No piece of machinery would ever come between him and his little terrorist again.