"Akaito, you rotten bastard," Mikuo called into the darkness of the assailant's bedroom, afraid to enter, "give me that plushie back! Nee-san gave it to me, and you know it's my favorite!"

All that answered him was a low chuckle within the cavernous room ahead, "Why don't you come and get it then, crybaby?"

Tears flickered across the younger boy's line of vision, blurring it entirely. The fear of the unknown had gripped his wavering heart and he refused to entertain the notion; no force in Heaven or Hell could possess him so. Even if the attraction existed, he wouldn't admit to it. Thus was Akaito forced to take matters into his own hands that evening.

"W-well, where are you? Turn the damn lights on..." Mikuo rasped as he crept into the room, groping along the wall for the light switch. With an indignant squeak, the boy tripped over an obstacle and tumbled onto the mattress face first. Blood rushed into his face as he felt the bed reverberate with the soft padding of another body. Akaito now loomed over his intended prey, plushie in hand as he muttered,

"I just wanted a chance to talk to you alone. You can have the fucking rabbit back."

The stuffed animal landed beside Mikuo's head with a gentle thud, and he instinctively brought it back into his arms, clinging to it. Akaito turned him over and leaned over him, curiosity twinkling within his dark eyes.

"I just wanna go back to bed! Leave me alone already!" The teal-haired boy thrashed around in his friend's embrace, sobbing like a frightened child. He beat on the older boy's well-muscled chest, begging, "Please, just lemme go! I don't want this!"

Akaito laughed again, lifting the struggling boy off the mattress and wrapping him in a fluffy blanket, "Oh, but I think you do. You're such a brat, Mikuo; everyone pampers and babies you, so why can't I, too?"

Mikuo's sniffles ground to a halt as he glanced up at the red-headed bully. Just the feeling of Akaito's fingers branded against his bare legs sent tremors throughout his body. He bit his lower lip and quickly turned away from his brazen companion, thankful for the cover of darkness.

"Pft, you still wear these things?" Akaito mocked, pushing Mikuo into the bed and tugging at the little pajama shorts his friend wore. He was referring to the typical underwear hidden beneath, though, "Real men wear boxers, you idiot. I swear to God, you'll never grow up at this rate."

Mikuo grit his teeth, sick of Akaito's harmful banter, and barked, "That's none of your fucking business!"

"Nope, you'll never grow up, but," the older boy murmured into his beloved's ear, "that's just the way I like you."

His younger counterpart's mouth was agape in shock. Their affections were put int the open air, and yet, he felt as if someone were strangling him. Before he could protest, Akaito bent over and sealed the gap in Mikuo's lips with his own. One of his sly, free hands slid down the boy's quivering thigh and crept into the cottony pajama pants he wore. What was worse, poor Mikuo seemed to be enjoying himself.

Akaito whispered in response to his friend's desperate, muffled cries, "I just hope this doesn't make too much of a man out of you."

Sunny's Notes:

1 - This was written for hidarichan81. Thank her for the idea/inspiration.

2 - My parents constantly monitor my online activity, so it's hard for to get away with writing yaoi and yuri. But I will write it.

3 - Mikuo and Akaito are a really cute pairing. Show them some love by reviewing! :)

4 - Still open to requests.