Okay here is an update for this series. I don't know how long this will go but I am hoping for a few more food chapters unless another one of my other fics becomes a hot favorite among you fans. Some may be disappointed and I understand but when you get to the end you can wait for the anticipation of the next update.
Misaki still couldn't shake off the memory of being eaten in more ways than one from the use of a peanut butter jelly sandwich, milk, and a very horny and perverted rabbit. Blushing he was now currently shopping for the necessary ingrediants for dinner. Usagi-san wouldn't be home for a few more hours so he still had time to cook the spaghetti noodles, make the sauce, bake the breadsticks, and chill some wine that he had asked Aikawa-san help him choose and buy.
Going down aisle after aisle and picking the things that he needed, he checked the cart and his list to make sure he got everything right. Okay, I need spaghetti noodles, mushrooms, tomatoes, can of tomato sauce, ground beef, garlic salt, lettuce, cucumbers, carrots, parmesan cheese, an onion, some bay leafs, and French bread. Seeing each item checked off from a pen currently in his hand he made sure each item was in the cart before heading off to the checkout lines.
Making his way outside he made sure not to squish the French bread or tomatoes in one bag as the rest were safe in another paper bag. Going up the stairs to the penthouse that Usagi-san owned he managed to open the door and close it behind as he put the keys on the counter before hanging up his coat near the door. Then rolling up his sleeves he made his way to the kitchen and put on the apron that he normally adorned and went to washing the tomatoes and mushrooms. Then setting them on a paper towel he went to taking the French bread and setting it aside as he got out a pot of water and added some oil to it and waited for the water to come to a boil.
As that was getting underway he took the log of ground beef and set it near a bowl to mix with half of the onions. Getting a cutting knife he went to working cutting half of the onion he had bought to fine small pieces then set it in a small bowl. Grabbing the log of ground beef he cut it open and squeezed out the meat in the large bowl and then added the chopped onions and some salt and pepper before going to mixing all of it together with his hands. Then once all the ingredients were mixed he went to making small balls and setting them on a large round plate to fry up.
Hmm, I hope Usagi-san doesn't mind Italian, I figured something besides Japanese food might be something nice. At least it isn't something sweet so I don't know if he'll really object to it. I guess I can only hope that he won't mind. Then turning and wiping his hands on the apron he added the spaghetti noodles and a pinch of salt to the boiling water and then covered it partly. Taking out a frying pan and adding about a teaspoon of extra virgin olive oil into it, he let that heat up before frying the meatballs and add them to a pot of some water, the can of tomato sauce, and the tomato that he would dice up and add the other half of the onion from earlier.
Watching the time and hoping Usagi-san didn't get out of his meetings early and thus lead him to come home. Seeing as the spaghetti was nearing completion he turned down the boiling of the water and added the cut tomatoes and mushrooms to the sauce along with the meatballs that were ready and had the spaghetti sauce simmer and finish cooking and lastly added the bay leafs on top as a garnish and as some flavoring. Then cleaning his mess and the pots and pans he lastly got a cookies sheet and halfed sliced the french bread and buttered it before adding the garlic salt and popping the pan into the oven.
Glad for the wine he had Aikawa pick up already chilling did he get it out and put it in a bucket of ice and then put it on an empty shelf in the bottom of the fridge. If Usagi-san kept to his schedule, when the clock struck exactly 6 PM he would walk through the door. So setting up the silverware and necessary utensils he wanted to make sure that everything was set just right. Lastly he chopped up the lettuce, carrots, and cucumbers for the salad that would go along with the spaghetti for the night.
Meanwhile Akihiko was on his way home to his Misaki, he couldn't believe such a busy day had dragged him from one meeting to the next. At times he wondered how he was able to stay at work all day when he originally had planned on coming home around three in the afternoon instead of in the evening. So to make it up he would pamper Misaki the best that he could once he got home.
Misaki seeing that he had about 15 minutes left drained the pasta and cut the garlic bread into pieces and set them on a plate and covered it to keep the heat. While the noodles were in a pot covered after they had cooked enough that it was soft but not so much that they were mushy. Just as he was grabbing for the tongs the door opened up and he knew that Usagi-san was home.
"Misaki I'm. . . .home" Akihiko was shocked to see that dinner was a little bit different. There were some candles and wine in a bucket of ice. He looked toward the kitchen but saw that his Misaki had blushed before turning back to what he guessed was the rest of the dinner. Taking of his shoes and setting them aside, he placed his coat and scarf on the rack before going to meet his love.
Misaki couldn't meet Usagi-san's gaze, he didn't know what expression to read when Usagi-san had came in the door. Does he not like it? I thought something different was a good thing, maybe I should have just stuck to the usual sort of food that he is used to eating. So taking the noodles he dished out some noodles and then went to the sauce and poured them on top. Reaching in the cabinet above, he sprinkled some oregano and Italian seasoning.
Akihiko approached the boy and stepping behind him he wrapped his arms around Misaki's waist. "My; were we in a cooking mood? It feels as if I'm coming home to a 5 star Italian restaurant. Why the sudden change Misaki?" He asked as he kissed the boy's head before looking down at the spaghetti. Snaking a loose noodle from the dish he took it and brought it to his mouth tasting it.
From just listening, Misaki couldn't tell from his tone if he was grateful, disappointed, or was mocking him. His insides churned and his eyes watered and his grip on the two dishes was faltering. His body was shaking and he didn't know why, well he knew why, but he wished that he didn't have to show itself to Usagi-san right now when he would get caught.
Akihiko saw that Misaki was shaking and took the plates from the boy's grasp and set them aside. Finishing the spaghetti he couldn't believe the taste. "Misaki, tell me what's wrong. Are you hurt? Tell me what's the matter." Turning the boy gently around Misaki wouldn't look at him and he noticed the boy's body shake and figured him to be crying for reasons he didn't know. Tilting the boy's chin with his index finger curled he saw the tears and Misaki close his eyes and try to turn away.
"N..Nothing's wrong. I. .never mind just leave me alone." Misaki tried to get out of the writer's grasp but since he wasn't really trying and the fact that Usagi-san was stronger; he wouldn't be getting anywhere. So he fisted his hands and tried to hit Usagi-san but knowing he wasn't as strong as the older man it wouldn't do anything for him. He just let the tears fall as he wished he could be any place but with Usagi-san right now.
Akihiko took hold of both of Misaki's arms and held them up above him as he trapped the boy behind the fridge. "Misaki calm down, if nothing was wrong then you wouldn't be acting this way. Tell me what the matter is and see if I can help in some way. I don't want to see you beating yourself up like this Misaki; If I don't know what's wrong then I can't help you." Akihiko said as he kissed away the boy's tears and tried to learn what was wrong with his sweet innocent Misaki.
"I. . .I thought you would of liked something new, so I made spaghetti for dinner instead of some regular Japanese food that I make for you. I didn't think something different would of been a bad thing. . .I'll cook something else then if you don't want to eat it." Misaki said as he went to take the plates of spaghetti and dump it into the sink and turn on the food dispenser. However as he went to take a fork and slide the food off the hand that held a fork of food was still and so was his other one.
Akihiko smiled at Misaki as he leaned his face down to place a kiss on each of Misaki's knuckles before taking a bite of part of the spaghetti on the plate. Then turning he set the plate and fork aside and turned Misaki's face with one hand and kissed him. Forcing some of the food into the boy's mouth as he held him close. Oh Misaki, I'm sorry if I gave off the wrong signals, I didn't mean to. He kept their mouths together until he felt Misaki turn his head to chew a few times and then swallowed. "I didn't mean to seem displeased Misaki, I was merely surprised and happy that you would make something special that it seemed more then what I deserved" He then wrapped his hands around the boy's back and tucked his head on top of Misaki's and held him like that for a few moments.
Misaki didn't know how to react now. For obviously he was the one that had read Usagi-san's reactions wrong and was not confused but overly enjoyed as well. He cried once again, but this time it was from pure joy knowing that Usagi-san liked different things. He just had to make sure that in the future he maybe hinted or asked ahead of time what it was in case he was allergic or just didn't like something's like bell peppers. "Umm Usagi-san the food is getting cold." He said somewhat quietly as his face was nearly pressed to the man's neck.
As much as Akihiko wanted to thank Misaki for the meal by taking him to the bedroom, he knew eating Misaki's hard work was another way of saying thanks as well. "Okay you take the plates and I'll grab the salad and the dressing from the fridge." Releasing Misaki before laying one last kiss to the boy's temple he saw Misaki take the plates as he followed soon after with the salad and dressing in tow. Once he got to the table he eyed the wine. "Misaki, how did you know what wine I liked?" He asked setting down the salad and taking the wine he read it was an old Merlot rarely seen.
Sitting he saw that Usagi-san was looking at the wine and then popped it open and served the two of them. "I didn't actually; I had to ask Aikawa to get it for me. I figured since most Italian restaurants came with wine of some sort with a pasta dish, I figured it would be something that went well. I wish I knew which wines you like but I didn't so asking Aikawa was a good thing I suppose." Feeling a little crestfallen that he didn't know what sort of wine that Usagi-san liked or drank for that matter.
Akihiko seeing his love so down moved so that he could sit next to Misaki and wrapped a hand around the boy's waist. "Even if you didn't know what I liked, it was the fact that you do know I like wine outside of coffee. Give it a few years and you may catch on. Now are we going to stop being all down in the dumps so that I can try you delicious spaghetti?" Then taking a bite he scooped up another smaller bite and held it for Misaki to see if he would play along.
Misaki blushed and wondered if it was best to ignore it or play along. Not wanting anymore mixed reactions he leaned forward and took the bite from Usagi-san. Glad to see a smile on his face as he grabbed for a piece of garlic bread and dipping it in the sauce offered it to Usagi-san. He was rather proud that he was bold this evening at attempting to make something new while also feeding Usagi-san.
The rest of the evening the meal was eaten as such; sharing bites of food from each other's fork and bowls of salad. When Misaki was taking his last bite of food there was a rather long piece and he was having trouble slurping it up. Akihiko having taken a sip of his wine saw a golden opportunity and dipping his head down he followed the last strand of noodle until he was kissing Misaki.
Misaki blushed but let Usagi-san do as he wished. Then when he was in need of air he felt lips recede and looked into the amethyst eyes of his older lover. "Did you enjoy dinner Usagi-san?? I know I maybe should of asked but I thought. . .something new would have been best." Misaki said looking down at the floor once again, shy and embarrassed of his explanation.
Akihiko smiled as he tilted the boy's head up and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry if need be I'll make a list or tell you the things I don't like or am allergic too. However I am thankful for a most wonderful dinner. What are we going to do about dessert though Misaki?" Akihiko asked as he led the boy to the kitchen. He wasn't a big fan of sweets but if it involved Misaki then he could endure his lack of an appetite for them and deal with it.
Now like I said you may be disappointed but I couldn't make his one a lemon. Well scratch that, I tried but it just didn't quite work for me. However I will have a lemon in the next update, so anyone have any suggestions?? For the moment I'm thinking of Red Velvet Cake and Wine but like I always said I'm up for suggestions and ideas.
As you notice this is one of possible 2 of all of JR fics that have fairly long chapters. I tend to avoid long chapters such as this because I loose my idea half way and struggle or it just seems like it should be cut into two shorter chapters. Anyways I am trying to gradually make all my chaps from my fics longer but I can't promise a great big deal longer or shorter.
Thanks again for the support to KirinRyuu for suggestig this chaps theme and editing it. It seems I'm getting better now that I actually take the time to edit it to some degree before sending it off to her. I thank you and for all my supporters and fans as well. Thanks and as always READ & REVIEW!!!
~Lilblossomcub