Chapter Twelve ^.^
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'In Which There Are Games'
Misaki
What hurt Misaki the most was that it appeared Akihiko was really quite fine without him. He didn't seem to ache quite as much as Misaki... the house was clean, the guy was shaven for Christ's sake!
"Come back," Akihiko whispered for about the twelfth time. Misaki felt his fists rising up to his chest as his frustration rose. What to do?
Well, came a voice in Misaki's voice. It's quite obvious, really. You go back to the guy you love. Back to the guy you're truly yourself with and who you live to take care of, happily! You go back to the guy who kisses your face no matter the huge zit between your eyebrows, the guy who takes the time to listen to your woes and hold you all night without trying to hump you but then shag you in the morning because he knows... how it helps...
"You... you know me," Misaki gasped quietly. The angst of the past three months, creepily absent seemed to rush at him all at once now. Akihiko's hands held onto the sides of Misaki's shoulders.
"As you know me. You know, I haven't eaten a decent meal for weeks."
"That's what you miss about me?" Misaki snapped, his head jerking upwards. A smile crept over Akihiko's colouring face.
"See now... I'd rather have you barking at me all day long than see those tears at my expense," he mumbled, putting a curled index finger under Misaki's chin. Misaki sniffed and tried to blink through his tears so that he could see Akihiko.
"I..."
"I love you, Misaki. Even if you never come back, I will always love you. I'll be whatever you need me to be."
"Kiss me."
Akihiko
The words didn't quite connect with Akihiko for a moment. He felt his blood rush through his system like a rapid waterfall.
"Misa-"
"Kiss me," Misaki gasped, staring up at Akihiko. It didn't take another second for Akihiko to comply. Their lips met warmly and as they settled into the familiarity they had both so longed for, they both moaned. Misaki pulled back, but his hands were still tangled in Akihiko's hair. Akihiko's eyes were wild as he stared at Misaki. He tried to go in to kiss him further, but Misaki stopped him with a finger on his lips. "Why didn't you chase after me?"
"What?"
"When I... when I left. Why didn't you come?"
Akihiko blinked and swallowed, his eyebrows drawn together.
"I thought... you'd be happier where you wanted to be. I grabbed the car keys so many times... I knew exactly where you were, you're so brilliantly predictable sometimes." Akihiko continued to speak over Misaki's objections. "As long as you're where you want to be, Misaki... there's nothing I can do. You happy. That's all I need in this world... the endless sex: that's the best way I know how to show you just how crazy I am about you. You're the one who cut me back on smoking, who forced me to eat peppers... who played Scrabble with me, even though you're decidedly awful at English!"
"I am no-"
"And Lord knows how it turns me on how good you are at cards. I've never met anyone who I've enjoyed playing cards with."
"Akihi-ko..."
"God, don't say my name like that," Akihiko breathed out, heavily. He swallowed and stroked a line from behind Misaki's ear then down his neck. Misaki shivered. "Come back, Misaki."
"Idiot, I'm still here, aren't I!"
"Misaki, I lo-"
"You know, I think you should write this scene down now before you forget it, Usami-sensei," came Aikawa's voice from above them. They both jerked their heads up to see her standing on the hallway, circling keys in her fingers. She winked at Misaki. "You're not the only one who knows about the fire escape."
"I'll never forget this moment. Aikawa, than-" Akihiko began.
"Thank you," Misaki interrupted. Akihiko blinked and smiled at Misaki.
Then a black-haired head bobbed up to join Aikawa. Everyone's eyes turned on Setsuna blankly, each for different reasons.
"Finally," Setsuna smiled, leaning over the banister. "I was wondering how long you'd keep the 'straight' act up. You owe me money, Aikawa."
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