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Chapter Four

Akihiko scrutinized the boy, flicking his eyes up and down his small form. He was absolutely adorable.

Misaki tensed. This was the same man from before! Sweat formed between his clammy palms as he tried not to have a panic attack. Surely Takahiro would see how pale he was, hear his pounding heartbeat. It was so loud, everyone else must hear it too. But his brother, oblivious as always, did not notice the cold aura that had settled over the boy.

"Misaki, this is Usagi-san. He's from Region Four." He then turned to face Akihiko, smiling broadly. "See, isn't he cute? I told you he was cute!" Takahiro was almost jumping up and down with pride, eyebrows raised in glee.

Akihiko smirked and nodded as he eyed the boy. "Very cute. Very cute indeed."

"I know, right? He has always been slightly vertically challenged, but I think it really works on him!"

Hearing his brother call him short, Misaki glared. "I will have you know that I'm a perfectly normal height!"

Takahiro nodded gently. He leaned down so that they were on eye level.

Misaki was too trying to look menacing that he didn't notice anyone had moved until he felt something land softly on his head. What that Takahiro's hand? Oh God. Yes, it was. His brother was patting his head. "Of course, you're perfect just the way you are!" He said it with such cheery brightness that it only further annoyed the boy.

His flamed up in embarrassment and aggravation. "Don't treat me like a five year old!"

Takahiro shook his head and frowned seriously. "I would never."

"Ugh, you're impossible!" He looked away and crossed his arms.

Akihiko watched the exchange silently. The two other boys seemed to have forgotten that he was standing in the doorway, and he was in no rush to reaffirm his presence. It was nice to watch the brothers quibble. Even through their petty argument, their love for each other was obvious. It filled him with a warm feeling that he had never experienced. This type of thing— gentle teasing and play fighting— wouldn't occur in his own family.

Takahirko straightened back to his full height and laughed. "Anyway, now that you guys are introduced, I'm going to leave."

Misaki felt his heart spazz out of control. "WAIT!"

Takahiro turned around, his face questioning.

"Ugh… You see… I don't think…" Please don't leave me alone with him.

"Oh, Misaki, you're so cute," he chuckled, "I'll come back later."

Before Misaki could protest further, Takahiro had left the room.

Akihiko jumped right in. "So, we've met before."

Misaki jerked back. "Get away from me."

"Now don't be like that. You know I'm not going to hurt you."

Misaki pressed himself against the wall, trying to get as far away from him as possible. He was so cool and collected, completely in charge of his emotions. Misaki hated him for it.

"If I was gonna do something to you, I would have done it last night." Akihiko moved so that he was right next to the boy, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Or have you forgotten me?"

Misaki shoved him back. "Freak! Get away!"

The man was unperturbed. "Oh, so you do remember?" He grinned. His ego wouldn't allow himself to think that someone as notable as himself he could be forgotten, but it was still nice to have confirmation. All of last night, Akihiko was sleepless; thoughts of the boy had kept him awake, making his body ache with need and wanting. He wanted Misaki to have endured the same torture.

"I told you, get away!" He glared threateningly, but Akihiko didn't pay him any mind.

"Misaki, your brother has told me so much about you,"—he slinked forward— "and I have to admit, you are so much cuter than I imagined." Another step, then an evil glint appeared in his eyes. Without warning, he pounced forward to shove the boy into the wall.

The flesh under his palms was warm and soft. Misaki gasped, his pulse frantic. He twisted, trying to get out of the man's strong grip, but his body didn't give. Akihiko leaned down to draw a deep breath. Sweetness drifted up his nose. He breathed in again.

"Oh, Misaki…"

There was no reply, just the sound of quick breathing.

"Don't be afraid."

The boy swallowed softly, terrified. "What… What do you want?"

Akihiko let a shiver run through him, blood rushing under his skin. The boy's voice was hesitant and confused, but absolutely captivating. The feelings spread through him, enchanting him, calming him.

"You're so cute, Misaki…"

The boy was silent. Akihiko was about to say something else when Misaki said, "Could you please"— he struggled again— "let go?"

"No." He moved his other arm up. Misaki had on a dark green jacket, and he moved the neckline over so that he could put his hand on the boy's shoulder, trapping him.

He struggled. "You're too close."

"I disagree."

"Okay then," Misaki groaned, frustrated. "Get off me or I'll knee you in the balls."

He laughed. Then pressed their lower hips together, trapping the boy with his thighs. Misaki froze, but Akihiko could feel every inch of their bodies touching. The boy was lean, but his stomach was soft and his shoulders small.

"You're so cute," he whispered in his ear.

Misaki pushed again, so Akihiko pressed more of his weight into the boy. He felt his breathing increase.

"Your brother is worried about you." His words were soft and gentle; he didn't want to scare the boy further.

Misaki's chest moved, as if he was taking a deep breath. "Why?"

"Last night. You went out at after dark. Alone. You could have gotten killed."

"So?"

"I'm glad you did it. After all, I got to meet you, but it was dangerous. Stupid."

No answer.

"Tell me why you did it."

Misaki frowned. Akihiko's weight was still holding him captive against the wall. It hurt his back. "I'm an adult. Takahiro can't tell me what to do. I love him, but what I do doesn't concern him…" Misaki trailed off. "Would you let go now?"

"No."

Misaki fought against him, producing a luscious rubbing of their bodies. Akihiko could tell the instant when the boy's frustration and fear shifted into something hot. He could feel Misaki's arousal as his struggles became weaker and his body relaxed into the man.

Akihiko smirked, feeling himself harden.

"Oh… Misaki…" He circled his hips slowly, rubbing his erection against the boy's belly, intensifying the burning heat between them.

A moment passed, but then Misaki's hands smoothed over man's stomach. They gradually slid around to his back, as if he was unsure of why he was reacting this way.

Akihiko gave a little moan to let the boy know that he approved of his actions. He wanted Misaki to touch more of him, all of him.

Misaki, overwhelmed with heat, felt his hands creep downwards over the man's back. Soon, they were resting just above the waistband of Akihiko's pants. Akihiko willed him to go lower. He ached to feel Misaki's small hands reaching down. He wanted them inside his clothes, bare skin on bare skin.

Akihiko moved his mouth closer to the boy's ear. "I want you."

It felt as if cold water had been splashed on Misaki, draining all heat from his body.

He stiffened once again. He snapped his head and glared. "You what?" Misaki shoved strongly against him, and this time Akihiko allowed himself to be pushed back. His eyes were full of desire, hungry.

"I want you."

I think my perverted-ness has reached new heights with this chapter. It's sick cause I want some guy to trap me against a wall like this, even though I made Usami seem like a sex-starved weirdo… Ahh to live vicariously through writing…

Sorry that this chapter has no plot. I was going to put some actual substance in, but I got a little carried away. :) I kind of did away with correct sentence structure in parts of this. It doesn't bother me, but it is more likely to annoy you, so tell me if it is bothersome.

So… with the rules about sexual content on FF, how much sex do you think I can write without it being warranted for removal from the site? It would (hopefully) be tasteful if that matters.

Thanks for reading!~