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Chapter 7

And they were a nightmare. Usagi alternated between sexually harassing Misaki as much as he could without worsening Misaki's condition, and trying to be helpful by making meals and doing the shopping. Both of these were failures because it took Usagi about eight trips to the market each time because he kept forgetting stuff, and the actual cooking filled the entire apartment with smoke morning, noon and night.

Finally, finally, the day that Misaki could come off bed rest arrived. Misaki got off his bed and stood without support for the first time in what felt like ages. He stretched, and promptly overbalanced and fell over. Smooth, Misaki. Scrambling back up again, he reached for the one of the crutches he'd taken from the hospital. He set it under his good arm and hobbled off to the bathroom.

…

Finished getting ready for the day, he started for the stairs. Unable to figure out how to get down the stairs with his crutch, he ended up chucking it down the stairs and clinging for dear life to the railing while he hopped down the stairs. At the bottom, he grabbed up his crutch and proceeded to the kitchen. He began trying to make breakfast.

This turned out to be impossible. With his good hand holding him upright, he couldn't really do much else.

Not that he didn't try.

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Uasgi was jarred awake by clattering and cursing coming from downstairs. He threw on a pair of pants and hurried downstairs. In the kitchen, he found his lover, slumped to the floor against the cupboards, holding a frying pan.

Oh, and he was covered in raw egg.

Usagi stared at the boy for a solid minute. Then he burst out laughing.

Misaki got pissed. "This isn't funny you jerk," he yelled, lobbing the frying pan at Usagi's head. He, of course, dodged it and it slammed into the wall where more raw egg began to splatter. "Oh great, more mess for me to clean up." Misaki was well and truly pissed now.

Usagi stopped laughing when he saw how truly mad his lover was. He hunkered down next to Misaki and just looked at him. "What?" Misaki asked.

Usagi considered what he could say that wouldn't get him punched. He settled on, "Hey, it's alright, you don't have to make breakfast, I'll do it and you can just go calm down and get the egg off your face."

Misaki stared at him. What game was Usagi playing? Usually at this point, Usagi-san would try to kiss and manhandle him, but he was being uncharacteristically serious.

"But, if I don't cook, then you'll burn down the house."

Usagi sighed. That was probably true. "Okay, how about this: I'll help you get cleaned up, and then you can sit here and tell me what to do so as not to burn down the penthouse."

Misaki thought this over. Finally he said, "Alright, just don't try anything funny."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Yeah, uh huh, sure."

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"Usagi-san, you promised! Usagi-baka, stop dammit."

"I promised that I wouldn't try anything funny. Please tell me at what point this became funny."

"You know what I meant."

"No, I didn't. you really should elaborate when setting conditions."

Misaki shuddered as Usagi ran the wash cloth they'd originally been using to clean Misaki's face over one nipple.

"Honestly, Misaki, you have no idea how much gets lost in translation if you don't explain things well."

Usagi had started out keeping his word. He'd helped Misaki out of his egg coated clothes and had begun cleaning him off, but he'd just gotten to horny as he cleaned his lover who stood shivering slightly from the cool air on his naked skin. So he'd done what his hormones had told him to do: turn Misaki to face the mirror and tighten his grip so the boy couldn't escape. From there, he began washing Misaki much more thoroughly then originally intended.

Misaki moaned half in ecstasy, half in protest. He fell back against Usagi, making the man even hornier, if that were possible. Usagi lowered his free hand along Misaki's thin stomach toward his underwear. Misaki gasped as Usagi slipped the hand inside to cup him. The boy moaned and stopped struggling. "Us-usagi-san," he groaned as Usagi started running the hand up and down his length. Misaki's head lolled back on Usagi's shoulder, eyes rolling back in his head. Usagi started licking Misaki's neck along with everything else he was doing. It was all too much for Misaki in his weakened state. He cried out as he came in Usagi's hand and slumped forward onto the vanity.

Gasping, he muttered, "Usagi-baka…I told you…not to do…this." Then he slid off the vanity into Usagi's arms, unconscious.

That is my first ever attempt at writing a sex scene. (enev though there was no actual sex in it. I'm building up to it.) Just so all Where's Misaki fans (thank you all) know, I am moving this story from teen to mature since the original story has been smuttied up.

Please read and review give details, because this is the first time trying something like this