Yes...I'm finally able to post up this new chapter! I apologize for the wait, you guys. I've been much too occupied with life, lately.

This chapter was requested by the user Dazzling Peach. :) I hope you and everyone else can enjoy it.

Warning: Nothing major, really. Just references towards the ninth chapter.

"Hey!" Misaki exclaimed, "Not when I'm in the kitchen, you ass!"

Chuckling at the feisty response, Akihiko let his right hand slide downwards, the palm of his hand rubbing the teen's clothed erection. Applying more pressure, he began to massage his lover through his jeans, eliciting a weak and restrained moan.

"Ahhh, Usagi-san! I said stop—"

"But I don't want to, Misaki," the author drawled, his breath cutting into the teen's neck. "It's been such a long day at the office, and I desperately need to get my fill of you."

Misaki resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he couldn't believe the nonsense his lover was sprouting! It was ridiculous; he'd barely gotten started washing the dishes, and already the author was trying to jump his pants! Just what kind of shit was this? Was he guilty of something he didn't know about?

Yet when he thought about it, he supposed being trapped in an office all day could deaden the one's brain cells. After all, that's where the author had been: stuck in his office all day trying to complete some assignment that should have been finished months ago. Misaki figured the man would have been tired. After all, wouldn't anybody be if they were forced to finish an endless amount of chapters? And yet, here the author was, fondling him from behind with an astonishing amount of energy.

To say he was surprised was indeed an understatement. He wasn't expecting his Master's touch at all, yet he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. All day, he yearned for nothing but the man's attention, yet he knew better than to pester his lover with such trivial nonsense. And so, throughout the day, Misaki had kept his distance. He ignored the needs traveling through him and kept himself occupied with chores. In a way, he knew his actions were bordering on foolishness, but he didn't care. He was just happy with his progress. Yet that all changed the moment evening had arrived. He was in the kitchen, cleaning the remainder of the dishes, before he felt it. That single, familiar brush on the back of his neck.

It was him.

A ripple of shock coursed through his skin. He didn't know why, but the mere discovery of the author's presence had given him the most peculiar sensation, much like he was swimming in uncharted territory. He knew without turning around: the author was there. He could feel those arms tightening around him, as though they were determined to grasp every inch of him. The familiar fragrance of tobacco and cologne lingered, filling the air with an enticing scent that screamed masculinity. Misaki almost lost himself to the mere sensation of it, but he desperately held on, fighting to retain in the present.

Swiftly, he turned his head and gazed at the man, annoyance brewing amongst his features. "Baka," he scowled, "Can't I clean the damn kitchen without you jumping me every five minutes?"

The author smirked. "You know that will never happen, Misaki," he said with a chuckle, nuzzling his head into that foundation of chestnut. He nearly groaned at the sweet scent of it. "You're simply too addictive for me to ignore."

"Well, that explains a lot," Misaki snorted.

"Misaki, I'm hurt," Akihiko teased, stroking the firmness of the teen's waist. "Haven't I been good to you, lately? I swear, you can be so cruel to me at times...but I think I can manage it."

The brunet rolled his eyes, unable to believe the bullshit his lover was sprouting. Really, did the man give a damn at all?

No, of course not. Misaki thought, quickly chastising his mental assumptions. Baka Usagi.

"You have no idea how easily you seduce me, Misaki," the author continued to purr, skimming his mouth along the edge of the teen's jaw. "It's just too unreal." He ran his hands below the texture of Misaki's shirt, feeling the warmth of that tempting stomach fluttering beneath his fingers. His mouth curved into a ravishing grin as that distinctive shudder coursed through the teen's abdomen.

"H...hentai," Misaki gasped, his voice losing volume as the author continued tasting the side of his neck. "I...I have to—oh—wash the d-dishes—"

"It can wait," Akihiko whispered, sucking hard at the base of Misaki's neck. "Right now, I just want to make a mess out of you."

Unable to help himself, Misaki let out a small moan before loosening his grip upon the dishes he was washing. Splashes of water drizzled upon him, yet the boy himself didn't notice. His attention was currently preoccupied with the magic designating from the author's mouth. "Selfish bastard," he rasped, making an attempt to feigned annoyance, yet failing miserably. "I hate you—ah!" His back arched uncontrollably against the lurking muscle of his Master. He whined, biting his lip, doing his best to fight the waves of desire that threatened to overwhelm him.

Akihiko chortled, flicking his tongue over the lovebite he'd just conceived into that luscious, tan flesh. "I love you too, Misaki," he whispered against that damp skin.

The teen desperately tried to suck a mouthful of air, but his whole body had tightened with anger, fear...and excitement. He could feel his heart racing beneath his fingers, while his privates tingled with sensation. He gritted his teeth. He couldn't believe this was happening to him—again! Really, would he ever catch a break? Yet that question was answered when the author had trailed a line of kisses through the side of his throat, his hands curving around the teen's luscious hips as he continued to devour him.

"Mngh!" Misaki called out, his body raking with heartless shivers.

The mere contact of those addictive lips sent flutters of solace surging throughout his system. It was ridiculous, the way that man used his mouth. Yet he couldn't fight the inexplicable warmth that swept through, making him clench his thighs as the arousal grew.

"God, you're so hot," Akihiko muttered against his neck, "I just want to fuck you right on this countertop."

Misaki's cheeks flamed from the ferociousness of that comment. "What is it with you saying these types of things?!" He exclaimed, desperately trying to control his racing heartbeat. "Don't you think I'm tired of hearing them?!"

"But doesn't it bring back memories?" Akihiko countered, breathing fire onto that shivering skin. "I'm sure you remember that wonderful time, Misaki."

Embarrassment infiltrated every part of the teen's being. Of course he remembered; there was no way in hell he could ever forget that scorching night. It was incredible, the first time the author had taken him in the kitchen. Never before had he experienced a power so vast, yet he relished every inch of that feeling. He could remember it now—the intensity, the madness, and the starving helplessness as his lover mercilessly fucked him against the arctic walls.

It was hard not to get consumed by the feeling, for the impending ache that ruptured between his legs had been so delicious. It was wonder in itself how he relinquished his stubbornness so easily, yet he did not regret it. Akihiko's movements demolished his sense of reasoning, making him accede to the auras of sensation. Yet despite those impending flaws, it wasn't the ravishment that broken him completely. It was the lingering whisper the author sprouted of those heated words.

If there was anything Misaki remembered about that night, it had to be the vulgar commentary his lover effortlessly expressed. He could feel the color rising against his cheeks as he memorized every detail those words produced. It brought forth the screaming lust that he always tried to suppress, and boy, did it butcher his last ounce of lucidity.

Akihiko smirked, a surge of triumph rippling throughout his frame. The boy was so easy to manipulate—he practically handed him the winning card every time! Of course, the writer didn't do it often, yet he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. He knew the boy wanted to hear more, and rendering the teen's mind into an emotional mess had always been amongst his greatest pleasures.

"You're so good, Misaki," the writer confessed, his voice going thick with longing. "Sex with you is absolutely amazing. You're just so fun to play with."

Before the teen could reply, he felt that gorgeous mouth suckling amongst his neck, covering his flesh once more. Misaki could do nothing but mewl, feeling himself melt from the effortless action. Yet before he could succumb to the temptation completely, his lover had finally pulled away from him, saying, "There's just so much I want to do to you, tonight."

The indecency of the writer's tone aroused the teen, yet he hadn't expected to respond to it so lusciously. His bulge had tightened, while his body began to shake...turning into the most breathtaking sensation. Primitive longing dwindled his very thoughts, birthing him into a lustful creature. He wanted to see the man naked in all his muscular glory. He wanted to be underneath the man as he plunged in and out of him, surrendering to that gorgeous lust. Mewling, he squirmed within the author's arms, frantically trying to evade his emotions that were breaking him.

Devious laughter escaped from the man. The lengths Misaki would go to shadow his own emotions amused him to no end.

"There's no need to hide your emotions," he murmured, stroking against that luxurious skin. "We've spent enough time together for us to know what I want, and right now, all I want to see is that gorgeous body of yours."

Embers cascaded within the pit of Misaki's stomach as he slowly grasped the meaning of those explicit words. Under normal circumstances, he would have snapped at the man for allowing such arrogance to leave his mouth, yet at the moment, those thoughts didn't trouble him.

Completely immersed within his simmering thoughts, he didn't notice the man directly touching him until those hands were skimming within the confinements of his shirt. He whined at the coldness it inflicted, almost as though it were sending him on a strange high. He supposed thinking such things were foolish, yet he found great comfort in the hulking hand. The feel of it, the texture of his skin, the whole experience was similar to a kiss—terrifying...yet completely exhilarating at the same time. Each second was alive with vivid tension...and the teen never wanted to forget it.

With a snarl, the author shoved the teen against the wall, snapping him from his blissful thoughts. With the cold wall behind him and Akihiko's scorching body crushing him, the teen was in heaven. He could feel the author's erection nudging against his own, inducing delightful moans from him.

"Look how loud you're mewling for me," the writer marveled, stroking the boy's heated cheeks. "You must love seducing me, don't you?"

Nothing but a pathetic whimper resonated from the writhing kitten. His entire body was overloaded with sensation, it was impossible to fight it. Akihiko's palms cascaded over his trembling skin, squeezing whatever flesh he could clutch. Every time a handful was gripped, the teen lurched in his hold, pressing himself closer to the man's straining cock. He could taste the fire that consumed the air and he moaned as that distinctive, blistering heat rose within him.

"F...fuck me." The words were out of his mouth before Misaki could stop them, carrying with it a huskier pitch that he barely recognized as his own.

A chuckle resounded from Akihiko's chest, arousing the teen even further. "Oh, I plan to...but nothing's going to make me rush this, Misaki. You're just too tempting, and I'm not going to let an inch of you go by without my notice."

Before Misaki could even respond, the man had pulled him in for the most mesmerizing kiss, leaving both of them breathless. The winterish flavor of that addictive mouth spiraled the teen in the ultimate intoxication. The closer the man pressed to him, the more his stomach churned with raw intensity. Akihiko's tongue traced against his, and the fire between them burned brighter, hotter, more powerful with every new touch, every new exploration. Yet none of it was new.

"Misaki," the man rumbled, kissing the boy with every inch of his strength. "Ngnh..."

The whisper that brushed his mouth raked nothing but indecency, causing him to moan in an embarrassingly loud matter. In the deeper realms of his consciousness, he supposed he felt a bit uncomfortable. Yet a larger part of him noticed nothing, was aware of nothing, and understood nothing but the faltering essence of that kiss.

He felt those ruling fingers trailing under the texture of his shirt, and he shivered as that vivid coldness stroked his flesh. Oh, how he wanted to surrender himself to the feeling! Yet before he could manage it, his thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected action.

"W-what are you d-doing?" Misaki stuttered.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Akihiko breathed, stroking that luscious flesh suggestively. "I'm undressing you."

"N-no!" Misaki exclaimed, smacking the man's hand away. "I can do it myself!"

The author raised an eyebrow at that remark. "Really?" He mused, a smile slowly flickering amongst his features. "But isn't that boring? Wouldn't you like to undress me, instead? Or is my clothing too complicated for you to handle?"

"Shut up!" Misaki snapped, glaring heatedly at those amused orbs. "Just watch me, old man!"

And with that notion, he immediately set to work: unloosening the folds of Akihiko's vest, until the clothing was completely removed from the author's body. "Hah!" Misaki proclaimed, triumph itching upon his features. "See? I told you I could do it!"

Akihiko smirked. "Go on..."

Scowling, the teen carried on with the bastard's wishes, and continued to shed the man's garments. At first, he was determined to wipe that stupid smirk off that face, yet as the seconds rampaged, he slowly began to feel self-conscious. He knew those eyes were raking upon him as he unbuttoned the shirt, and he fought the obvious blush that was threatening to arise. He tried to ignore the feeling, but he couldn't get himself to shake it off.

Deliberately, he looked up at the author, and his breath caught in his throat. The reason was stupid, of course, but he didn't expect to see that playful fire infiltrating those amethyst eyes. Diffidently, he looked away, not because he was outraged, but because he was afraid of witnessing something he wasn't prepared to see.

"Tell me," the author drawled, tilting Misaki's chin until he was forced to meet his gaze. "What were you thinking just now?"

"Nothing!" Misaki bellowed, slapping the author's hand away. "Only how annoying unbuttoning this damn shirt is!"

Akihiko chuckled, obviously amused by the sentences his kitten was conjuring. "Why do you lie to me knowing I can read your thoughts like an open book?" He brought his hand towards that blushing face, loving the embarrassed look infiltrating those pools of emerald. "You were longing for something, Misaki...and I'd appreciate it if you'd be more honest with m—"

His words were cut short as the teen kissed him with everything he had. Shock had barely registered within him; all he could focus on was the sudden gratification the teen was giving him. He groaned as those hands slid up his chest, caressing the vivid texture of his muscles. The temptation to take the boy right there was rather intense, yet he fought the primal urge. There'd be no benefit in losing control, he wanted to see what his kitten would do next.

Slowly, the teen pulled away, his lips parted and gasping. Akihiko had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"There," Misaki muttered, almost angrily as he processed his earlier deed. "That was on my mind."

The writer couldn't help but release a snort of laughter. "Well, I'm flattered you decided to share that information with me."

"Shut up," Misaki grumbled, kissing his lover once again.

"Unh..." Akihiko growled, and he abandoned the thought of resisting his urges. Instead, he slipped his hands over the teen's ass and clutched it tightly.

Gasping, Misaki bit the author's lower lip in sexual turmoil. "Usagi-san."

When his kitten spoke, it snapped the man back to reality. He pulled back and dug his fingernails into that luscious ass. "As much as I love to take you here...I'm afraid I cannot act that urge. I have other plans for you, my sweet pet."

Misaki's eyes widened. "Wh...what?"

The author smirked. "You heard me," he sibilated, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I have other things I'd like to try with you, upstairs."

A gasp tore through Misaki's lips before he could stop it. His cock, hardening greatly between his legs, swelled with glowing incitement. Upstairs. His knees knocked together and his chest traitorously lifted and fell as he breathed hard. "Baka! We...we can't..."

Akihiko chuckled and stepped backwards. "Come," he said slowly, holding out his hand. "Join me upstairs. I can think of other things we could be doing."

Misaki blushed at that remark. Idiot. It would be just like him to say that, too. The man was so used to getting whatever the hell he wanted, that he didn't know he'd turned into a world-class asshole. Yet the teen didn't go against that remark. Instead, he merely stared at that waiting hand, as if trying to evaluate his chances...yet that way of thinking didn't last for long.

Without giving himself the chance to back down, he grabbed the author's hand, his heart pounding wildly as the man let loose a filthy smile.

"I'm glad you decided to see things my way," Akihiko crooned, barely controlling the rasp within his voice. "I can't tell you how happy that makes me feel, but enough of that now," he paused, pulling them both towards the awaited exit. "Let's go to our bedroom. I think you'll like what I have plan for you."

He didn't miss the shudder that scraped through that tempting frame. He fought back the laughter that threatened to overshadow him. No, he thought, trailing up the stairs with his partner. There'd be none of that now. All that concerned him was spending quality time with his lover, and he wouldn't ruin that moment by laughing at his kitten's behavior. There'd be plenty of time for that later, right now, all he wanted to do was to play with his lustful kitten.

Sinful images flickered before the author's eyes, casting his privates into an array of activity. Sure, it was an embarrassing concept to admit...yet in a matter of minutes, it wouldn't even matter to him anymore. Just the sight of his lover lying on top of the sheets before him fueled him with nothing but longing. He could imagine how tantalizing the body would look amongst the shadows, and he was sure it would be a glistening work of art.

He knew, once he started, there would be very little teasing involved, because once he tasted the boy, he would feast.

"Ahhh," Misaki mewled, squirming uselessly amongst the bedsheets. "Usagi-san!"

Pleasure stroked through every part of the teen as he was graced by those powerful hands, numbing him to nothing but the vivid texture of their coldness. He sighed, utterly melting from the contact as they trailed throughout his naked flesh. It was ridiculous how sensitive his body could be at times, he just didn't understand it.

The author skimmed his teeth over Misaki's shoulder, licking his way down until he reached that luscious nipple. He leaned forward, pursed his lips lightly, before blowing gently amongst those quivering nubs.

"Usagi-san...!"

The rasp within that voice, the need, the growing pleasure...it all shot fire within the author's bloodstream, compelling him to lose the very essence of his control.

"Shh..." Akihiko ordered, raising his head to meet that flustered gaze. "Don't fret, my love. I'll take care of you." He promised, bringing both of his hands to stroke those crimson cheeks. Leisurely, he inched his face closer until he meet those gorgeous lips, kissing the very breath out of the teen's lungs.

"Baka," Misaki muttered between the kiss, "Stop it! I don't want you putting that shit on me!"

The author released a careless chuckle. "Really, Misaki?" He challenged, cocking an eyebrow in amusement. "Is that how you honestly feel? Even after all the trouble I went through just to plan this event?" He sighed dramatically, leaning down to kiss that tempting neck. "I swear, you can be so rude sometimes."

"There you are spewing nonsense again," Misaki scowled, rolling his eyes. "Just what the hell am I supposed to think? You're here trying to put cream on me! I thought you didn't like sweets!"

"I don't," Akihiko admitted, raising slightly to meet his kitten's gaze. "I generally find them disgusting, but the thought of licking this substance off your body is more than inviting to me."

Misaki flickered his gaze away, his cheeks reddening. "Pervert."

Another chortle had liberated from the author's lips. "Only for you, Misaki."

Before the teen could utter anything else, those lips attacked him once more, rendering his body into a helpless seed. He closed his eyes as the warmth of that mouth swept over his, annihilating his senses while smoldering his fears away. Casually, without meaning to, he accepted the kiss, and tore down his walls of self-restraint. It was a wonder in itself how he allowed these actions to continue, yet in the heat of the moment, he supposed anything could happen.

"Misaki," the writer panted, breaking out from their kiss. "Let us begin. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what the man was talking about. Slowly, the teen nodded his head in understanding, blushing profoundly as he did so. Garnering the approval from his lover, the author rose from his position, and grabbed the bottle of whipped cream that was on top of his drawer. He removed the cap, shook the bottle, before slowly positioning the spout against Misaki's chest.

He flickered his gaze towards those sensuous emeralds, smirking maliciously as a quiver raked through that gorgeous frame.

"Keep still," he uttered huskily, "I want to enjoy every inch of this moment."

Biting his lower lip, Misaki muttered a word of compliance. He was scared, of course, yet he knew better than to refuse that flaring command. He wasn't that stupid...still, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't annoyed with the decision. Baka Usagi. He always made him participate in the most kookiest things!

Pressing the spout downwards, the author circled a generous amount of whipped cream amongst his chest, leaving a trail of substance that stood deliciously. Misaki gasped, shivering delectably as the luscious cream drew goosebumps at every wake—all of which shocked him profoundly. He never realized how tantalizing whipped cream could be: his very nipples were hardening from the touch...as though they were desperate for more.

Embarrassed, he found himself gazing up at Akihiko, who was licking his lips at the sight.

"Exquisite." He crooned, before leaning down to capture that sweet substance with his tongue. Misaki parted his lips, moaning drastically as that delicious muscle lathered across his skin. The author groaned in response, skimming his hands downwards as his tongue continued to lap up every inch of that scrumptious cream.

Misaki's breath quickened, his cheeks colored, while his body flared with aching need that couldn't be subdued. He let out a vivid cry of longing when he felt that mouth closing around his nipple, sucking hard at the sweet substance that lingered there. It wasn't long before Akihiko ceased his actions, and met that embarrassed gaze, his eyes gleaming dangerously.

"Do you have any idea how much I've fantasied about this?" He sibilated, relishing the pleasure that swept through those dazzling emeralds. Flustered, Misaki closed his eyes, unable to believe his body would respond in such a way.

Akihiko chuckled, throughly entertained by his kitten's performance. Seconds later, he brought his hands downward, stroking the every outline of that innocent face.

"I've planned this in my head millions of times...yet it was never like this," he whispered, leering boldly at that delicate frame. "It was never this intense. Yet you've always manage to surprise me, Misaki...and for that I must thank you." True to his word, he kissed the teen once more, brushing his lips across that mouth until he heard a mewl of meek protest. Chortling, he halted his movements, before planting his mouth upon that savory neck. "My God, Misaki."

Echoing cries materialized from the youngster's throat. In some ways, it was rather infuriating, yet he couldn't suppress the desire that simmered within. Arousal continued to attack him as the writer pressed kisses against the nape of his neck, rekindling the fires that stirred deep in his belly. He could feel his pulse quickening as he breathed in the heady scent of his Master, sending shiver after shiver throughout his state of consciousness.

"Usagi-san," Misaki whined, frustration clouding within his voice. "Stop...ngh!"

The author smirked, but continued to ignore the boy. He merely planted his mouth upon that neck, suckling the sweet taste that belonged only to Misaki. He reveled the moans that escaped the teen, for they were the sexiest sounds he'd ever heard. Ravenously, he sunk his teeth into that screaming flesh, relishing the vivid pleasure that arose from the scorching deed.

"You taste so good," the writer growled, bathing the teen's flesh with the sweep of his tongue. "If it's always like this, then eating sweets might not be so bad."

Misaki flushed from the praise, yet he quickly berated himself for feeling such pride. He knew it wasn't right to feel such things, so why was his control slipping away? Before he could fight it, however, a mewl had tore his throat. Startled, Misaki trailed his gaze upward to see that the man was watching his face closely, almost as though he were expecting something. Curious, Misaki flickered his gaze downwards only to gasp in total surprise.

The author had grabbed his neglected member, smirking maliciously as he pinched the very tip, sending torrents of the most addictive pain coursing through his body.

He drifted his eyes towards that handsome face, blushing yet again when he witnessed the author bringing up his fingers to lick off his excited fluids. Misaki moaned, the throbbing sensation between his legs was becoming much too unbearable, and he wasn't sure if he could take much more of it. "Usagi-san, please! I can't—!"

"Oh, I don't think so," the writer grinned. "I'm having too much fun to have you cum just yet."

Annoyance flared within those fiery emeralds. "Teasing bastard."

The author chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea how much of tease I can truly be, Misaki."

Before the teen could protest that statement, the writer had closed the space between them and claimed his lips for the umpteenth time. "Mmgh..." he murmured slowly, opening up his mouth to meet that probing tongue. Timidly, he pulled the man into a passionate embrace, whimpering eagerly. His Master tasted of champagne and peppermint, drowning him with its luscious intoxication. As the kiss deepened, Misaki felt the blistering ache rummaging his lower half, sending his blood haywire.

He moaned profoundly, while the author uttered a grunt in return. He felt the frostiness of those fingers as they roamed every inch of his frame, pulling him in for nothing but naughtiness. He sighed blissfully, relishing the startling contrast that oozed from their naked bodies.

Fire evaporated from their movements before the author had pulled away, his eyes hot and wild. "Open your legs for me," he growled harshly, savoring the shiver that raked beneath him. "It's time we move on to the next act."

Shyly, the teen complied with his lover's request and parted his legs alluringly. He knew those eyes were sweeping every inch of his frame, and despite his discomfort, he reveled the power it gave him.

"Is...is this how you want me?" He whispered, feeling the heat attacking his face.

The author said nothing, he merely assessed his kitten's form for a matter of seconds. Waves of passion overflooded his heart. There was no way to describe the lingering perfection that breached his vision, it was just too unreal.

"Of course," he purred finally, grabbing the bottle of whipped cream from the covers. He pressed the spout slowly, and drizzled a bounteous amount of substance upon that lovely cock. He grinned, licking his lips deliciously as he leaned downward. "You're absolutely perfect."

Lol. I apologize for leaving it at such a teasing end, but the user who requested this one-shot practically insisted on it. ^^;; Don't worry, though. I'll find a way to continue this scene...but there won't be any sex. The next chapter will center around fluff. Maybe a date, perhaps? If you guys have ideas on where I should lead it, feel free to leave them in the review box below. :3

Thank you guys for reading! Hope to hear from you all real soon! (ﾉ-‿-)ﾉ･ﾟ:･ﾟ:･ﾟ