Chapter 8

My relationship with Misaki progressed in a way… just not in the direction I wanted it to go. He opened up to me more in the sense that he wasn't afraid to push me away. He became extremely feisty. He always pushed me away whenever I tried to do anything to him and called me a 'perverted old man' every chance he got.

He wasn't mean to me at all. He was very polite and considerate of my feelings whenever I acted normal. However, when I "stepped out of line" (as he put it) he became angry and frustrated with my advances. Even after he pushed me away he would apologize for it.

The whole time, he never told me how he felt about me. He never said he liked me, but he never said he hated my guts either. Some days it felt like one and some days it felt like the other. Then there were days when it felt like both.

He had to like me though. Why else would he get extremely jealous when I compared him to Takahiro? Why did he cry for me when Takahiro announced his marriage? Why did he choose to live with me if he didn't like me? Most importantly, why does he get aroused whenever I do touch him?

He thinks I don't notice: his quivering body, his shaky gasps for air, his flushed face, or even his hardening member. He thinks he hides all of those things so well, but he really doesn't. I can see his flushed face; feel his body shake; caress the bulge through his pants; hear his sharp intake of breath. I know my touch turns him on. Why doesn't he just submit to me already?

It didn't take long for me to start using Misaki in my boy's love novels. How could I not? He was absolutely adorable. The novels are a form of my fantasies after all. Therefore, I began a new boy's love series starring myself and Misaki. It was quite genius actually: full of romance, playfulness, and, of course, lots of hot sex.

I worked diligently for once on this novel. It was one of my best works and the ideas wouldn't stop flowing. Aikawa-san was very excited for it. Or maybe she was just happy that I was working hard to meet the deadline for this book for once. Anyways, I just really enjoyed writing about Misaki and me, especially having hot sex.

I finally finished the novel the morning of the deadline shortly before I was supposed to have breakfast with Misaki. I made sure to eat every meal with him (as long as I didn't have to put up with work) just like in a normal household, because I wanted him to feel like he was at home with his brother… and because I love him.

I printed out the novel, saved it to a disk, lit up a cigarette, and grabbed Suzuki-san. I kicked open the office door at exactly 7 a.m. I was dead tired from the all-nighter I pulled, but I was also hungry and wanted to see Misaki. There he was, standing by the table in an apron (which was incredibly sexy) looking slightly concerned.

"Good morning," he greeted me cheerfully as I came downstairs.

"Morning…" I said with a sleepy voice.

"Did you finish your work?"

"Yeah…"

I placed the manuscript of my boy's love novel next to the couch before I sat down at the table, placing Suzuki-san in his own seat beside me. Misaki took off his apron and sat down at the seat directly across from me. He had prepared lots of delicious looking food this morning. He cooked every meal for us and they were all delicious. He was an excellent cook. I wondered why he wanted to go to school for economics rather than becoming a chef. Of course, then he couldn't attend Mitsuhashi like he so badly wanted to do.

"Thanks for the food!" I said before I began to eat.

Misaki followed suit and we ate in silence for a while. The food tasted wonderful and I couldn't help but stare at the eggs he had prepared. I picked a piece up with my chopsticks and stared at it, absolutely fascinated by it. Maybe it was the lack of sleep driving me mad.

"Eggs are great, aren't they?" I said. He seemed confused. "They're just so yellow, somehow." Yeah, I definitely needed sleep. I put down the egg and switched gears. "What time do you have to be at school today?"

"Um, 8:30."

"Then I'll take you."

I thought I may have heard him gasp lightly. "That's okay. It's only takes 15 minutes to walk there."

I smiled slightly at him. "It's fine. I'm taking you."

Misaki's eyes lowered and he suddenly looked slightly unhappy. Did he not want me to take him? Did he really want to walk there if he didn't have to? Does he hate me that much? With that last thought swarming around in my head, we ate the rest of our breakfast in silence.

When he got up to go do the dishes, I couldn't take it anymore. It had been so long since I last touched him. Any other time I had touched him before he would push me away. Would it be any different now? Has he grown to like me?

"Usagi-san," Misaki called out from the kitchen.

That did it. Hearing him call my nickname like that was too much for me. I had to have him now. He may have gotten the nickname from his brother, but it was something that only Misaki called me. It was special and hearing him say it just made my heart stumble in my chest.

"If you have any dirty clothes, bring them out," he called as I stepped into the kitchen behind him. "I'll do the laundry before I go to school." The sound of the running water in the sink made it impossible for him to hear me sneak up behind him. "Also, I'll leave your lunch in plastic wrap, so just microwave it-"

Misaki… always so kind.

At his last words I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my chest into his back. His whole body stiffened and he stopped washing the dishes. My hands were dangerously close to his chest. I could feel his heart furiously pumping. There was a wide array of emotions he could be feeling: anger, excitement, nervousness, or embarrassment.

"Um… excuse me?" His voice was shaky.

"I'm out of Misaki," I whispered with a sexy tone in his ear.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked almost angrily.

"I was abstaining until my work was done, so I need to recharge."

I reached over him and turned off the faucet. I pulled his body close to me again and began to pull him over to the couch. He struggled a little bit, but nothing much. He mostly grunted and kept telling me to wait or stop. I fell back onto the couch and pulled him down on my lap. My arms moved from around his neck to around his waist. I rubbed his chest all the way down to his pants. I rubbed the bulge that had already formed there. Oh yes, he definitely wanted me.

"H-hey! Usagi-san, don't play with me!" he cried out as I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts.

His whole body trembled in my arms. I finally reached into his boxer shorts and ran my fingers up and down his hardening member. He gasped as I touched him, but didn't try to push me away. I could feel his cock leaking and getting nice and wet.

"For all that, you're responding nicely," I commented.

"H-hey! What are you touching-" he cried out in a shaky voice as I wrapped my hand around his cock and began to pump, rendering him speechless.

"Say, Misaki, were you doing it yourself while I was away?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

I then leaned my head down and nibbled on the top of his ear. His body shook even harder and I heard his heart racing his chest. He moaned a very beautiful sound. As I continued to jerk him off, my other hand slipped underneath his hoodie and rubbed his chest.

"So innocent…"

"Sh-shut up!" he yelled half-heartedly. "You… perverted old man!" Yet he still trembled from the pleasure.

Just as my hand reached his nipples, he slithered out of my grasp and shoved both of my hands away. He pushed himself away from me, using my chest as something to push against. He lost his balance on his feet and crashed into one of my piles of manuscript. He cried out as he fell onto his back and the papers went flying everywhere. Great, now I would have to reorganize those for Aikawa-san later.

"Ow, that hurt…" Misaki whined.

"Hey, don't scatter my manuscripts all over the place," I scolded him as I stood up and lit another cigarette.

"Shut up!" he screamed at me. "Don't stack your manuscripts out here!"

I didn't say anything. His darkening eyes told me he was angry. I knew he was just enjoying what I was doing to him. Why was he so angry about it all of a sudden? I know he liked it and he has to like me. Why does he keep pushing me away like this?

He began to pick up the pieces of paper around him. He suddenly paused as he looked at one and his eyes widened. Fuck… He's reading it. He's definitely going to get mad about this. His already dark green eyes became even darker. His arms shook his anger.

"You bastard!" he spat at me. "Turning me into a pervert without my permission!"

"I was on a roll today. The words practically wrote themselves." I saw the disclaimer page lying in front of me and picked it up. "Don't worry. I'll be sure to include, 'This story is a work of fiction and in no way refers to actual people or organizations'." I made sure to point at the page so he could see that I had already included that.

His hands ripped the piece of paper he was holding in half and he threw his head back and screamed, "That's not the issue!"

The usually quiet and caring boy suddenly went into a fit of rage. He grabbed every paper of the manuscript he could get his hands on and tore them to shreds. He screamed the entire time. "How do you like this?! You won't be able to publish it now!"

I almost wanted to laugh at that. I pulled the disk it was saved on out of my pocket and held it up. "What are you, stupid? The real thing's over here."

He screamed and ran over to grab it from him. I was too tall for him and he just stood below me, jumping and pathetically trying to take it from me. As I walked into another room of the house, he ran after me.

"Hand it over!" he yelled. "Rewrite it! This is a human rights violation! It's libel!" I already knew that. I graduated at the top of my class at Teito Law. That's also why I knew I could get around it with this disclaimer loophole. "Why do you always do this kind of thing, anyway?!" he accused me. "Don't you get it?! This is sexual harassment! It's a criminal act!" Hardly…

I turned around to him and looked sternly into his eyes. "Why, you ask?" I slammed my hand into the wall beside us. Why did this kid have to piss me off all the time? Even though I love him? "What a pointless question. The answer is obvious. Because I want to."

His eyes narrowed at me. He definitely looked like he wanted to kill me. Honestly, even though he was angry and didn't try to hide it, he still looked incredibly cute. Too bad this whole ordeal completely ruined the mood that was between us before. I would have loved to hear the noises he makes when he orgasms. One day I will…

I suddenly looked up at the clock and noticed that it was already 8:15. I sighed and grabbed my keys from the table next to the door. Misaki cried out something about being late and rushed upstairs, probably to get ready. He came back down soon after wearing pants instead of shorts and carrying a messenger bag.

He didn't dare look at me as we went down to the car park and got into the car. He kept his gaze on our surroundings outside his window as we flew past everything. He didn't speak to me either until we were almost there.

"Um, Usagi-san? I'm sorry…" I knew he was sincere, but he still sounded a little frustrated.

Misaki was always thinking of others before himself…

"Its fine, Misaki." We reached the school and he got out of the car. His eyes finally met mine when he turned around to close the door. They were back to being their normal bright green color. "Call me when you're ready to go home. I'll come get you."

"Sorry to trouble you," he said again.

He was about to turn and leave when I called for him again. "Misaki." He looked in the rolled window and I smiled at him. "See you later."

He slightly blushed. "Take care."

I had expected a smile. Why didn't he smile? Didn't he see how much I cared about him? That was all I could think about as I drove back home to go to bed.

You all know what's going to happen next right?!

So, fair warning: soon I'm going to be digging into Akihiko's past. I'm not sure when I'm going to do a big reveal: I might draw it out for a long time cause I'm mean like that! :D But Akihiko will become a bit OOC and his past will definitely be different.

Reviews please? They're my anti-drug!