Hey guys! Next chapter is here... good times... only, I really should have been doing work... but still... AT LEAST THE NEXT CHAPTER IS HERE *SMILES MANICALLY*...

*Clears throat* The song 'Don't Forget Me- Red Hot Chili Peppers' highly influenced the last chapter and some of this one. Please listen to it on YouTube if you have not... try and click on the video with the album cover as the image... =D

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Misaki

Nothing else matters… Nothing else actually matters at all… Wow… What a… feeling…

Elation skimming through their deep breaths, both Misaki and Akihiko were thoroughly worn out.

Every breath Misaki took felt soaked with bliss to such an extent that he couldn't help but smile, even though he was trying very hard not to. Akihiko's rock-solid body was holding him so close that he felt weak with the pleasure it brought him to know that Akihiko had him…

To be so near to him… God, there's nothing else I need. Ever.

It was with a tremor that Misaki began to feel Akihiko's mouth move over his shoulder again and he let out a low, quiet moan and rested his head back on Akihiko's shoulder; his body was totally and utterly under Akihiko's control.

More than that, Akihiko had successfully captured Misaki's soul.

Misaki's arms dropped, limp, from the wall and Akihiko wrapped them around Misaki's body, covering them with his own and for seconds they stood there, breathing in one another and praying the moment could last as long as it possibly could.

"You need to lie down," Akihiko muttered, practically carrying Misaki over to the bed.

Misaki flopped down, barely alert enough to initiate a conflict over what he did and didn't need. His eyes opened as he felt his body shiver happily under a fresh duvet and his sight caught on Akihiko.

They stared at one another for a long while, Misaki unable to take his eyes off the physique that had him in an emotional overload. He wasn't godly… no… too many shadows around those muscles to be anything ambrosial. But there was no denying Akihiko had an undeniable God complex.

There was something so dark and hurt about Akihiko that made Misaki's heart pang with worry and concern. He wasn't about to ask Akihiko about his back-life, but he wanted to know… wanted to know what kept those grey crescents beneath those intense eyes overwrought with emotion.

Hell, even his… you know… is attractive… OH MY BLOODY GOD I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT. AAARRGH.

Akihiko

Akihiko cocked his head to the side and smiled serenely, enjoying watching the cinema of Misaki's face; so many expressions in such a small amount of time.

"I love you."

Misaki gulped and looked away, struck by his honeyed voice. He felt so ashamed that he couldn't instantly reply. But the sheer weight of the truth behind those three words made the air trap in his throat and his mind go stony blank.

Akihiko leaned down and then stretched over the blankets over Misaki, with much the same fluidity of a cat. He put both of his hands in Misaki's hair and tried very hard not to comment on the fast reaction of Misaki's southerly mind. He put his forehead against the boy's and closed his eyes, cherishing the feel and smell of the one he truly did love.

He heard Misaki sigh and opened his eyes, surprised and satisfied to see Misaki had allowed himself to drift off to a much-needed nap. He studied the boy's face for minutes, following each line and curve and mesmerising the relaxation resting in his features.

Kissing Misaki between his eyes beforehand, he rose off him and stroked Misaki's hair out of his face, taking a deep breath and smiling and small smile.

Misaki

When Misaki awoke, he felt thoroughly refreshed and relaxed. His muscles weren't half as achy as they had been before; instead they felt well used and grateful for the skill of Lord Usami Akihiko.

Where is he?

He rubbed his eyes and remembered his nakedness before his got out of the bed. He gave a little gulp and sort of crawled over to his boxers, half expecting someone to walk in and find him. Pulling them on, he listened to the house, trying to hear Akihiko's voice.

Might as well accept I just want to be around him.

Just ad quickly as he had started to listen, he heard Akihiko through the wall. His serious voice- such an unbelievable turn on for Misaki and he partly hated that- was speaking low from, Misaki assumed, the room next door.

He pulled on his trousers and t-shirt, biting the inside of his lower lip a little as he recalled the sensation that had buzzed through him as Akihiko had slipped it off… the iciness… his lips… fingers…

CONCENTRATE on the now!

He walked out of the room and turned right down a dark, wooden-floored hallway… following the sound of Akihiko…

"Yes, well, both students are progressing very well and I highly doubt my absence for a week or two will provoke some hidden ignorance for their exams. Yes… Well, for Takahashi…" It was obvious now that Akihiko was talking on the phone. Misaki recognised the slightly reluctant note in his tone. He moved forward and saw Akihiko sitting at a table, holding the mobile phone between his shoulder and ear as he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. His eyes were closed. "As his guardian, I decide that. I'm choosing his allowed education-based absence from school… What for?"

Oh damn… hmmm… what for… let's see… because I'm fucking his socks off? No… please, God, don't say that.

"Life drawing… I don't want to reveal my location at the present moment, as I'm sure you'll understand considering the suicide that just took place at my home. Yes. Yes, this is my… Takahiro, Takahashi? America-"

"Usami Akihiko has to leave now due to an unfinished manuscript and an important deadline. Thank you for your understanding."

Misaki gasped with shock as a red-haired woman flitted past him and snatched the phone from Akihiko's hand. She snapped the mobile shut and shot daggers at Akihiko.

"Ahh, Aikawa. Always there to save me." Akihiko exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Putting her slender hands on her hips- it was then that Misaki noticed her love of red: tight red, knee-length skirt and long red nails… red lipstick- the so-called Aikawa glared down at Akihiko.

"Suicide or not, your manuscript was due in this morning!"

"I had prior engagements."

Misaki remained where he was in the hallway, not even entirely sure Akihiko or this Aikawa lady knew he was there.

"Oh? And what were these oh-so-important engagements?"

"Fucking my lover to within an inch of his life."

God, he actually said it! I was being nonsensical, over-exaggerated… but that's actually how he is…

"Hey!" Misaki cried, moving into the brightly lit room.

"Ahh, speak of the Devil," Akihiko purred. "I didn't know you were there."

"Don't lie, of course you did," Misaki spat.

"This is your lover?"

"Y-"

"No!" Misaki cried.

"He's so cute!" Aikawa cooed, smiling brilliantly at Misaki.

Oh, great.

Misaki practically saw a 'FAN-GIRL' arrow striking down over Aikawa's head.

"He is that," Akihiko agreed, smug.

"You have to fit that bed-head into one of your BL novels at some point," Aikawa remarked, admiring Misaki's hair.

Bed-head? Bed-head... I can definitely blame that one on Akihiko.