Drabble No. 7 ^.^ Please review, hope you enjoy! This was inspired by seiyalovesodango09 : )
Please excuse me if this is a crappy one- I am extremely tired and am forcing myself to do this because I am determined to write at least one every day. NEED TO. I think this chapter is an example of love : ) Tell me what you think ^.^
'Love'
Misaki stormed into the room, a wet towel on one side of his angry face. He marched into the kitchen and opened the fridge, trying to find something ice cold.
"Misaki? What's the matter?" Akihiko asked, looking up from his laptop.
"My face has literally exploded. I look like the effing Phantom of the Opera without his mask on."
"Huh? Take that towel off, let me see." Misaki grimaced into the fridge as he recalled a time when Akihiko had said that before. He tried not to be aroused... it was on the counter next to him that Akihiko had whipped off his towel and sucked him hard and long and- "Misaki."
Misaki jumped and cursed to himself. Fantasising about him? Seriously, this is what it's come to? he yelled inside his head.
"Baka, Akihiko, don't interrupt me. I need to find..."
"Misaki," Akihiko repeated, this time right next to Misaki's ear. Misaki jolted and instinctively threw the bottle of salad dressing at Akihiko's head. The man caught it deftly in one hand as he used the other to snatch the towel off Misaki's left cheek.
"Ah! Don't, it's disgusting!" Misaki scrambled to cover his face with his hands, but Akihiko took both of his wrists and pinned them to the counter behind him. He then leaned forward and inspected Misaki's face closely.
"And you call me shallow..." Akihiko muttered.
"Shut up! It's horrible!"
"It's teenage acne," Akihiko countered, running a finger over the mass of blemishes and healing pimples.
"Don't touch, it might be contagious!"
Akihiko sighed and looked Misaki right in the eyes.
"Stop being so vain."
"Ah! From you!"
"I'm not vain, I just like being smart."
"Heh, before you kiss yourself in the mirror."
"Firstly, I've only done that once," Akihiko said. "It was whilst I was shaving. And, mister, I was practising for you."
"You don't need to practise," Misaki cried without thinking. He reddened. Shit.
"Ahhh, thank you, Misaki." Akihiko leaned forward and kissed the tip of Misaki's nose. Misaki grumbled.
"I've got blackheads on my nose as well."
Akihiko pulled back and studied Misaki's nose, stroking the tip of his own around it.
"You're still my soft and beautiful Misaki."
"Baka... don't say stuff like that," Misaki mumbled, averting his eyes downwards so he wouldn't be pulled in by those hypnotising eyes. He shivered as he felt Akihiko's lips press onto his cheek.
"You know, I do know a very effective cure for acne."
Misaki blinked up at Akihiko, genuinely interested.
"Huh?"
A lip-locking kiss later, Misaki caught on.
"No! NO, that is not happening-"
"It's been three days," Akihiko whined and whispered.
"Not my fault! You were on a conference and I had exams!"
Akihiko settled delicate kisses over Misaki's nose and both his cheeks.
"Does it sting?" Akihiko whispered over Misaki's battered skin- he'd so obviously spent the past hour picking his face to oblivion.
"A bit," Misaki gasped, his heart racing. Akihiko's still kissing me, even now?
An Hour Later
Misaki was absentmindedly stroking Akihiko's stomach, still in that carefree place that he arrived in after a particuarly extensive, loving bout of sex... which was, amazingly, more often than he cared to think about.
Akihiko was lying under Misaki, one arm behind him head as he other hand rested on Misaki's back. Misaki gulped. I love him so much...
Misaki noticed as he stroked that the man's stomach was a little rounder than he remembered and blushed to himself as he felt a twinge settle in his chest; he liked Akihiko rounder... from his food... it was actually more attractive than his too toned, lithe upper-half, which Misaki had no issue with whatsoever...
But this evidence of Misaki's care for him pushed him close to tears. As a stubborn tear spilled onto Akihiko's chest, where Misaki's head was resting, Akihiko flinched.
"Misaki? You're not actually crying about those zits, are you?"
"No!" Misaki barked, hitting Akihiko's stomach. Akihiko grunted.
"But you are crying," Akihiko pushed and Misaki felt his stomach tense.
"I'm not crying," Misaki defied.
"Misaki," Akihiko whispered. His tone struck Misaki and he looked up from Akihiko's chest. "I love you," Akihiko mouthed. Misaki bit his lower lip into his mouth, trying to hold his tears in. Akihiko leaned forward and placed both of hands on either side of Misaki's face. "I love you," Akihiko whispered, a powerful tone riding under it. He kissed Misaki deeply then pulled back, keeping his hands in place. He leaned forward for another kiss but paused as Misaki whispered back,
"I... I love you too."
They regained action on Akihiko's prescription acne cure.
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