For a limited time, this chapter will be on FFnet with the porn attached. After a few days I'll remove the smutty bits, but they'll still be available on YourFanFiction and Ao3.

Chapter 21

Time passed, and Usagi-san aged again. Within a week of receiving his freedom he was the same willowy sixteen year old he had been at the very beginning of this ridiculous affair, back to his normal way of living. Misaki was finally able to leave the penthouse without feeling guilty and worried, returning after work and classes to find the author ensconced in his study, fingers tapping away as he wrote.

It was also around this same time that Misaki realised he hadn't had sex in a month.

Mostly it was Usagi-san's fault. The man had been even more clingy than normal, draped over Misaki at the slightest provocation, fingers dancing inside the collar of Misaki's shirts, teasing touches about the waist, glittering eyes sending come-hither messages.

"You're a pervert," Misaki had scolded him on more than one occasion, peeling an overly amorous teenager off his neck. "Go do your work, you idiot."

Akihiko had grumbled but skulked away obediently, casting mournful looks back at Misaki until the younger man had made an offensive gesture at him, and Usagi-san had chuckled and ambled off to plan another pounce from a distance.

This had happened repeatedly, and each time Misaki's will to say 'no' and shrug the man off had weakened. By the time Akihiko looked sixteen again, Misaki was just on the edge of crumbling.

Misaki's last growth spurt had been a long, long time ago, but then again, he had never grown very much at all, and Akihiko still had another foot or so in height to gain, never mind the bulking out. As a result he struggled to be appropriately sympathetic to his lover's plight. Especially when the pains woke them both in the middle of the night – Akihiko thrashing in grating agony and clutching his thighs, and Misaki when he received an accidental but nevertheless sharp kick to the shin.

He sat up groggily, rubbing the sore spot on his shin, and watched in silence for a moment. Akihiko flopped about a second longer and then hauled himself out of bed, stretching down to touch his toes and groaning in pain.

"Do you need anything?" Misaki yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily. His whole body was swaying with tiredness, and it was a trial to even remain upright.

"'m fine…" Akihiko staggered slightly and caught himself on the edge of the bed. He gave Misaki a mournful look. "Legs hurt though."

Through the fog in his mind, Misaki smiled a little – Akihiko was always entertaining when he was half asleep and befuddled. He watched for a few more moments as the young man staggered about like he was drunk, finally managing to reach the doorway and tripping out. Misaki waited for a second for the sound of someone falling face first onto the hardwood or bouncing down the stairs, but there were only tottering footsteps.

Misaki managed to sink into a doze, propped up against his pillows and the headboard, and was woken up by a pitiful whimper from the doorway. He cracked open an eye and caught sight of Usagi-san clinging to the doorframe and holding out one of the rice heating pads that he would traditionally use on his stiff neck and wrists after a long day's writing.

"What?"

"Can't figure out the microwave…" Akihiko waved the heating pad in Misaki's direction hopefully. "Please..?"

With a put upon sigh Misaki hauled himself out of bed and stomped over. He snatched the heating pad away and growled into Akihiko's face, receiving a brief kiss on the tip of his nose for his troubles.

"You better still be awake when I get back."

Of course, when Misaki returned – with three steaming heat pads, after hunting out a couple more while waiting for the first to heat – Akihiko was sprawled out on his stomach, making contented wheezing noises as he tried to breathe through his pillow. For a moment the temptation to roll the young man out of bed was overwhelming, but Misaki controlled himself and instead placed the heating pads over the backs of long legs, dragging the sheets back up and elbowing Akihiko in the ribs.

"Wake me up again and you sleep on the sofa."

Akihiko grunted agreeably and cushioned his head on Misaki's shoulder when he lay back down.

One week tipped into the next, and Misaki woke after a particularly bad night's worth of sleep – thanks in no small part to the lithe form plastered to his flank – with an aching erection. He lay very still, willing his arousal away, but nothing worked. Akihiko's sleep-warm body against his side was just too tempting, and Misaki couldn't resist anymore. He'd tried, damn it, but it wasn't working.

Slowly, afraid he might wake the sleeping teenager before he'd put his plan into action, Misaki rolled over from his back and eyed Akihiko's balmy expression balefully. A momentary flicker of a pink tongue lapped out from thin lips, and Misaki froze in case it was a prelude to more stirring. Nothing more happened aside from Akihiko giving a slightly undignified mewl in his sleep and tossing his head slightly on his pillow. Strands of fair hair fanned out over his face and Misaki wafted them away cautiously, leaning in a little closer and summoning his courage. He pressed a delicate peck of a kiss to sleep slack lips and abruptly burrowed his face back into his own pillow.

Beside him there was no movement, and he tilted his head slightly so one eye could check on his bed mate – still sleeping peacefully. With another quick bolt of courage, Misaki attempted another kiss, and then another. This third peck finally stirred Usagi-san from the depths of his dreams, and fuzzy blue eyes flickered open momentarily, met Misaki's embarrassed green gaze and then slid shut just as quickly.

"I had the best dream," mumbled Akihiko, just as Misaki was about to give up in a huff, "…don't remember what happened, but it was good…" He wriggled closer, the evidence of his own interest pressing to Misaki's thigh, and sighed. "You're nice and warm."

"Do you not understand the purpose of having such a big bed?" griped Misaki without any feeling, a blush coming to his cheeks as he pushed his hips a little further forward against Usagi-san's. "I always wake up to you plastered all over me."

"Oh, you know you love it…" Akihiko turned his head to yawn massively, and then gave Misaki a mischievous little smile. "Is there something else you might lo-"

A door slammed and crashed downstairs, making both of them jump in fright, and then a strident voice called.

"Sensei? Oh, sensei?!" High heels were approaching up the stairs now. Misaki tried to peel Akihiko off, all thoughts of carnal pleasure abruptly vanishing like he'd been doused with icy water, while the author in question just clung tighter, tucking his head down under the sheets as if he hoped to vanish completely.

Moments later, Aikawa-san burst through the door, all smiles and fingernails tapping on her watch. "Time to get up, sensei! You have work to do!"

"Go away, you harpy." Akihiko didn't extract himself from the sheets to growl at her. "I'm sleeping."

"No, you're not," said Aikawa-san matter-of-factly, "Now get up and get ready. We have a meeting in an hour!"

A pair of lavender-blue eyes, all creased with sadness around the corners peered out from under the sheets, fixing Misaki with a mournful look. "Tell her to go away, Misaki…"

The young man shrugged, trying to rid himself of the sulky feeling that he evidently wasn't going to get laid this morning either. "Go to work, you slacker."

The eyes flickered with mild annoyance and Akihiko sat up reluctantly. "Fine. Get out while I change then."

Aikawa tapped her watch again. "You have ten minutes, or I come and get you by force."

When the door shut, Akihiko flopped back down onto the mattress and covered his face with his palms. Misaki watched him for a second and then decided that he might as well achieve something with this day, if not an orgasm or two like he was originally planning, and hauled himself out of bed. He was picking through his clothes absently when Usagi-san asked, "Do you have any formal clothes I could borrow?"

Misaki glanced at the bed, where Usagi-san was slowly rolling himself over towards the edge, and then back to his cupboard. "Probably…" He ran his hand along his hangers and chose a pair of suit trousers and a shirt. "Would these do?"

"As long as they fit."

Usagi-san left ten minutes later, dressed in Misaki's clothes, hair hastily combed and chewing morosely on a piece of dry toast. Misaki made Aikawa-san promise she would get the author some proper food at some point during the day and then waved them both off.

It was the first time that Akihiko had left the penthouse without Misaki in a week, and it was weird. Yes, Misaki himself had come and gone as he pleased, and yes, Akihiko had accompanied him a couple times on trips to the shops, but it wasn't the same. The place was empty without its owner, lurking and prowling about the place in his predatory fashion, and Misaki struggled to remind himself that Akihiko had left knowing how to return. It wasn't going to be another runaway situation, it was just going to be a normal day.

For want of anything to do, Misaki sat down and did some coursework. There was an essay on poetry to write, and some economics theory to be learnt, and the young man put himself to it manfully. Sadly, he soon found himself distracted by the pitter-patter on the windows as it began to rain outside and caught himself still staring at the bay windows a few minutes later, mouth hanging open and brain completely blank.

"Focus!" he told himself, firmly. Half an hour later, a further paragraph into his poetry essay, he began to wonder what Usagi-san would be doing at Marukawa. Was it a normal meeting about selling his next book? Was something up for a television or movie adaptation? Did Isaka-san just want to check his best-selling author was back up to par and possibly annoy him at the same time?

He leant back in his chair, chewing thoughtfully on the end of his pen. When Akihiko got back later on he would be in a mood, liable to snap and grumble all day, and something would have to be done so Misaki wouldn't snap back and strangle him. A nice dinner, perhaps, and he would even suggest they have a beer or something. Not only because the alcohol would soothe the other man's temper, but because if they were both slightly tipsy Misaki would have a chance at finally achieving what he had wanted all along.

The chair creaked as he sat forward again, dropping his pen to the table top. No, he wouldn't get distracted with thoughts like that. There was work to be done and some chores to do, and thinking of being in bed with Usagi-san, pushing and grinding against one another, skins slick with sweat…

"Aargh!" Misaki leapt up, away from the table, and tried to walk two directions at once, fluttering madly. His blush was scalding his cheeks and the thoughts were still going on in his head; how delicious Akihiko would look when he would toss his head back, displaying that slender throat with the twitching pulses… "Stop it!"

He fled to find something else to do, that might keep his untrustworthy, traitorous imagination from flitting back to Usagi-san, debauched and happy about it. Cleaning the bedroom didn't help, because the room always smelt like Usagi-san, like his shampoo and cologne and that natural smoky, inky smell the man seemed to have. Cleaning the man's study didn't help because the shelves were nearly groaning with lines of trashy BL books with Misaki's likeness emblazoned on the cover, normally in some sort of clinch with a version of Usagi-san. Neither did attempting to hoover the main living area help, because, god damn it, Misaki was fucking horny.

There was only one cure.

There wasn't any way Misaki could convince himself otherwise – Akihiko was the be all and end all of his masturbatory fantasies. Initially it had been all about those broad shoulders and long legs, the sinewy strong muscles that flexed subtly under expensive fabrics, that mane of silky silvery blonde hair, his aristocratic looks with that smug, beautiful mouth and those eyes. Misaki shuddered and his urges drove him to lock the bathroom door. Oh, those eyes, wherein the lavender blue held all the passion in the world.

Misaki swiftly yanked off his polo-shirt, pausing as he caught a glimpse of himself, half-naked, in the mirror. He looked flushed and frankly a bit ridiculous, with his blush spreading down his chest to pinken his nipples even more. He didn't bother dropping his trousers but unbuttoned them and pulled down the flies. His cock hardened rapidly in his shaking grasp as he momentarily struggled to remember how he liked it. Usagi-san's overactive libido had ensured Misaki hadn't need to jerk himself off for quite some time and getting back to the rhythm was tricky.

Then the image of Usagi-san crept into his head, and his hand jerked in a new rhythm all of its own that made Misaki's toes curl He staggered back to perch on the edge of the bathtub, toes scraping the floor tiles as they clenched and relaxed.

This wasn't the grown-up, teeth-grindingly handsome Akihiko in Misaki's mind, but the young prettier version. The one that just this morning had had to steal a pair of Misaki's black trousers for want of anything else to wear. The one that had woken Misaki with his morning erection grinding against his lover's hip. The one who remembered who Misaki was and very clearly was dying for it just like Misaki himself was.

Misaki made a point of recalling each sleep ruffled wave of blond hair, every point on the curve of the boy's pout as he had been made to get out of bed. Misaki's toes clenched so hard they began to cramp as he recalled Akihiko sliding Misaki's trousers on, up over sinewy calf, lithe thigh and finally the pleasing smooth slope of his ass.

He could imagine how much better it would be to get Usagi-san out of those clothes again, to pin him to the bed sheets and explore pale skin until the other man was begging for it. Turning the tables would be amazing…

A hand drifted up to his nipples, lightly pinching and rubbing as he imagined doing the same thing to his lover, quietly tormenting him until he broke. Misaki struggled to keep that picture in his mind as his hand sped up, slicking pre-come down his length until he was shaking. But that effortless beauty slipped away, to be replaced with the broad shoulders and practised sneer of a fully grown Usagi-san. This thought made his balls tighten abruptly, and he spilled over his own hand, gasping breathlessly. For a moment he enjoying the fizzing in his blood that followed an orgasm, but did his best to prevent himself from being lured into a post-orgasmic stupor. He had just jerked off in the bathroom, like a horny teenager, and now he was fairly covered in the evidence – something would have to be done about this.

Sighing, he wobbled over to the sink and washed his hands off, intending to grab a washcloth so as to wipe himself down more thoroughly. But then, for the second time that day, the front door opened and slammed. Misaki squawked in shock, fumbling his grip on the tap and spraying water all down himself.

"Misaki?" It was Usagi-san – of course, it was – pottering about down stairs. If Misaki didn't answer quickly, he knew the other man would get worried and come check on him, so he scrambled for his shirt and yanked it on, tried to make his hair lie flat and only just remembered to tuck himself back into his trousers before he left the bathroom.

"I'm here, I'm here," he called, dashing down the stairs in an over-exuberant fashion and coming face to face with a young man who bore a striking resemblance to a drowned rat. "Oh." Shock struck him mute for a moment before he said, "Is it still raining outside?"

"What do you think?" grumbled Akihiko, dropping his drenched coat onto the floor and grimacing as it made a 'splat' noise on the hardwood. He continued to remove bits and pieces of clothing, as Misaki danced attendance around him, trying to organise everything into an isolated heap.

"How on earth did you manage to get so wet?" Misaki asked, pausing in picking up socks to help peel Usagi-san's dress shirt from his back. "Did Aikawa-san give you a lift back?"

"She gave me a lift close to the house, and then those aggravating growing pains started again. I thought I'd walk it off." He added, "It wasn't raining at the time."

"It's been raining for hours!"

The man had the decency to look a bit abashed. "Well, when I said 'close'…"

"Idiot," said Misaki simply, throwing a damp sock onto Akihiko's shoulder and then noticing just too late, that the rivulets of water ran down the man's chest in interesting patterns, skirting around the svelte musculature. Two pale pink nipples were at attention in the cold and Misaki couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight. By the time he realised that his attentions were so obvious, Akihiko had already developed his best predatory grin. Misaki took a step backwards and nearly tripped over the pile of clothes. "Oh no, not now! You're just out of hospital!"

"A little bit of exertion does a body wonders now and again," purred Akihiko, swiping his pale lips with his tongue in a mimicry of Misaki's own action. "Come on, please?" He darted closer, cold practically radiating off his body even as his breath warmed Misaki's cheek.

The heady sensation of post-release was still dancing up and down Misaki's spine, and crept into his brain, suggesting that this was exactly what he had wanted this morning, what he had wanted for days… And it was in front of him right now, half naked and purring with want.

"Bed, now," growled Akihiko, mouth curving into the familiar sneer of his older form. Misaki couldn't do anything but obey.

Despite Misaki's earlier attempts at corralling clothes, the path up to their bedroom ended up littered with various items; their underwear the last thing left on. Akihiko's pair, stolen off Misaki that morning, were also soaked through and clung very appealing to all parts of his anatomy. It was a trial for Misaki not to stare, so he gave up and did just that, blushing ferociously when Akihiko smirked at him and slid his briefs right to the floor.

"Come here," he purred huskily, sauntering the few steps closer to Misaki and running his hands down the young man's body until his thumbs hooked into the waistband of Misaki's underwear. The student's cock throbbed needily, his body seemingly only sensitised by his previous orgasm. The cold was still rolling off Usagi-san's skin in waves, raising chilled goose bumps on Misaki's chest and stomach, and he had to touch to make sure he wasn't hallucinating the temperature. "Ah… You're warm…"

"And you're freezing!" Misaki exclaimed, his hands slipping down damp arms, running back up and palming down svelte pecs and the smooth ridges of his abs. "Lie down!" A quick shove later and Akihiko was sprawled, naked and laughing freely, on the bed. His whole body was once again available for Misaki's perusal, the shine of the lights on his damp skin highlighting his form so that it looked as though he was made of silver. Misaki's briefs became rather constricting for a moment before Usagi-san flipped onto his stomach – with due caution for his erection – and tugged his lover's underwear down in a smooth move. "Ah!"

Cold lips and a warm tongue made themselves very well acquainted with Misaki's cock, sliding down the underside of his length and pausing to suck momentarily on his sac. Blue eyes peered up from under blonde lashes coquettishly and Misaki had to look away to control himself – his gaze fell automatically on the pale expanse of Akihiko's back, followed down to the dimples above his buttocks, over the flat curve of his ass and the length of his legs. That devilish mouth closed about the tip of his cock and set up a steady sucking, and Misaki gasped in delight.

With a pleased hum that sent shivers down his lover's spine, Akihiko's hands stroked Misaki's thighs to help him calm slightly and then crept around to cup his backside and to encourage him to thrust into his mouth. Overwhelmed, Misaki let his head fall back, his fingers tangling in silky slick blond hair and letting his hips twitch forward helplessly, into the velvet warmth of his lover's mouth and the steady friction of his chilled lips. He was almost lost to the feelings when a sneaky finger began to push against his entrance, the tip slipping in dry and startling him to jerk away from it and neatly choking Akihiko with a sudden thrust.

Panting, they drew apart, considering each other with lust-darkened eyes; Akihiko slowly slid two of his long, elegant fingers into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks pointedly as he sucked and licked the digits. As if hypnotised by that sultry gaze, Misaki crawled onto the bed, arranging himself alongside his lover's chilled form. They still fitted together well, legs tangling comfortably, arms draping over flanks, nuzzling cheeks and jawlines as Akihiko's spit slicked fingers circled Misaki's hole teasingly. One slipped in with ease and Misaki gasped faintly into a open-mouthed kiss as he was opened slowly, teasingly. By the time Akihiko drew away briefly to snag the lube from one of the bedside cabinets, Misaki's whole body was tingling and the new slickness only added to his arousal.

Two fingers was enough of a stretch, and then Akihiko coaxed Misaki up onto his elbows and knees. His cool hands and warm lips prowled down the curve of Misaki's back. A new drizzle of slick was poured down over his hole, and he couldn't help but tense as the head of Akihiko's cock pressed against him. Almost purring with lust, Akihiko draped his lithe body over Misaki's trembling one, breath tickling into his ear.

"Relax, Misaki," he rasped, breath shivering. "It's me. I love you…"

The burn of the stretch as Akihiko pushed in made Misaki's eyes water, but the continued whisper of adoration in his ear made tears surge up even more. He tried to push his body up to find more contact with his lover's slickly smooth body, but Akihiko's hands, strong still even if they were much smaller than normal, gripped his waist firmly and held him in position as his thrusts sped up.

"Nhh!" The angle and the speed was grinding perfectly against his prostate, sparks speeding up and down his spine. Already his body was threatening orgasm; the sheer thrill of having his lover back and fucking him again was simply amazing. "Oh!"

"You're amazing," Akihiko moaned, and Misaki glanced back in time to see the young man throw his head back in sheer pleasure. The ivory column of the young man's throat shone in the low light of the bedroom, droplets of water still pooling in the hollows above his collarbones. He was gorgeous, ethereal and lovely and Misaki's nails drove into the sheets as he came there and then.

With a strangled moan, Akihiko followed his lover into orgasm, managing a few more shaky thrusts before his exhausted body collapsed atop of Misaki's. They slowly disentangled and rearranged themselves about each other in silence.

"I like being a teenager again," mumbled Akihiko throatily after a while.

"Where's your staying power now?" Misaki cackled into the sheets, carefully shifting away from the damper patches.

"Oh yes? Like you can talk!" exclaimed Akihiko, looming over Misaki in what would have normally been a menacing manner. While he was small and lovely and still damp and even shivering a bit from the cold now, not so much. Misaki dug a sharp elbow into bony ribs and fled, bounding down the corridor and only halting when he realised that Akihiko wasn't following.

He snaffled a warm towel from the hot press and padded back to the bedroom, cautiously peering around the door to make sure an ambush wasn't being plotted. But no, Akihiko was still sprawled on the bed, all boneless limbs. Misaki dropped the towel on his head and told him to dry off, flopping down at the head of the bed and kicking the sheets down so he would be spared the wet spots. Of course, the other young man wriggled around and plopped himself directly on Misaki's pillow.

"Get off, you jerk! That's my side!" Misaki tossed himself at the offending young man and then nearly screamed with shock. "You're still freezing! How do you do that?" He grabbed the towel, still faintly warm, and promptly attacked Usagi-san with it.

There were a few moments of tangled flailing and laughter, towels and sheets wrapping about limbs and torsos, and then Misaki found himself atop of Akihiko. Both were panting, hearts beating hard with the exertion and the sudden closeness. Sticky and satisfied as he was, Misaki felt his cock twitch with interest. Shaggy haired and with normally pale cheeks lit up with a healthy glow, Akihiko looked frankly edible, and, really, when was Misaki going to get a chance to do this again? He bowed his head and gingerly kissed his lover, leaning his weight down on the young man's shoulders so he couldn't regain the upper hand.

It had even been a while since they had kissed like this, slow and sweet and enjoying each other. Misaki had, for all his protests, always really liked kissing – maybe it was simply because Akihiko was an excellent kisser, knowing when to push forward and dominate his lover or, like now, when to lie back and let Misaki have his way. He might have even whimpered into Misaki's mouth, a noise which went straight to the brunette's cock and made his hips jerk forward shakily.

Akihiko tipped his head back, breaking the kiss with a canny look up at Misaki. Now with kiss swollen lips and that expression on his face, he was a devilish creature, luring his lover in with his confidence and beauty. Blonde eyelashes fluttered and a pink tongue flickered over swollen lips, and when he spoke his voice was mouth-wateringly husky. "Come on, Misaki… Take me?"

With a strangled moan Misaki pressed his lips back to Akihiko's, a hand sliding up to tangle in that mop of silky blonde hair. His other hand fumbled with his own cock, as long legs hooked over his thighs and there was the opening pop of the lube bottle. The idea of his lover sliding slick fingers into himself made Misaki's hips jerk forward again, only helped by the series of breathy gasps that Akihiko released into his mouth.

"I love you," the young man whispered, hitching his hips higher and nibbling softly at Misaki's lower lip in the most suggestive manner possible. He helped his lover line himself up, and then dropped his head back to the pillow, arching his spine to ease the way. Misaki paused to control himself, his forehead tucked into the angle of Akihiko's neck, pressing desperate kisses to his pulse point. Salt slicked onto his tongue, and he followed a trail of sweat up to the young man's sharp jawline. So absorbed he was in nuzzling and nipping at Akihiko's throat, Misaki was startled when long legs wrapped tightly about his hips and Akihiko whispered hoarsely, "Would you fuck me already?"

Shakily, Misaki obeyed, keeping his face tucked against Akihiko's throat, both his hands tangled in Akihiko's hair now. He had to focus on his breathing to keep himself from coming too soon – he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he possibly could – but the whole situation was so stimulating it was very hard indeed. He was thrusting into a warm, slick body, which was shuddering with pleasure beneath him at each of his movements. Akihiko's breath was hissing out in strangled cries, one of his cool hands sliding up and down Misaki's back, while the other was between them, wrapped about his own cock and stroking in time with Misaki's thrusts.

"Just… there…" Akihiko's hips hitched up slightly and he gasped, nails digging sharply into Misaki's back. Between them his hand moved in a more frantic rhythm until, with a final gasp, he came. Sticky warmth coated both their bellies, and Misaki buried his face even closer to Akihiko's shoulder, pressing closer and deeper. Muscles fluttered and clenched about his cock, and he managed only a few more unsteady thrusts before pleasure scoured down his spine and everything went white for a moment.

When he came back to himself, he gingerly, for both Akihiko's sake and his own sensitive flesh, pulled out and lay down beside his lover. Despite the stickiness and uncomfortable cooling damp of their skin, they wrapped themselves up together as close as possible, all limbs tangled, breathing in comfortable sync. Misaki tucked his head under Akihiko's chin, his ear canted to his lover's chest to hear the calming thud of his heartbeat and the soft rumble of his breath.

If Misaki happened to whisper that he loved Akihiko, it was accepted in comfortable silence and there was no need to mention it again.

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Guys, I've been gone for so long! Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysor ry! Writer's block hit like a ton of bricks and I really have no other reason. So I hope this porn satisfies you... and hopefully it won't be so long next time!

Also, only one more chapter to go! So close! I can see the end!