Usagi stared at the cookies in front of him, a glare on his face. They had sat in the middle of the table since Saturday, when those people had brought them over. Even though Misaki had said they were safe to eat, the author couldn't bring himself to try one. They were probably drugged with something that made Misaki think that they were good. Otherwise, why would he eat them?

Usagi picked up one of the cookies and sniffed it cautiously. There was something strange about the smell of it. Something that didn't seem quite right, like there was an extra ingredient added that made them smell... off. He placed the cookie back down on the plate and continued to glare at them.

"I'm home!" Misaki called out as he entered through the door of the apartment.

Usagi looked up at his small lover, a smile on his face, and greeted him with, "Welcome back Misaki. How was your day?"

"Better than expected," Misaki replied, placing his bag on the couch. "Our normal teacher was sick so we had the other literature professor."

"That's good," Usagi said, looking back to the cookies.

Misaki noticed where Usagi's gaze was directed and let out a loud sigh. He walked over to the table and sat across from Usagi. With a frown planted firmly on his face, Misaki picked up one of the cookies and, ignoring Usagi's protests of 'no, don't', took a bite out of it. He let out a small moan of satisfaction and chewed slowly, obviously wanting to savour the flavour.

"I hate it when you eat them," Usagi murmured, glaring at the cookie in Misaki's hand.

"There is nothing wrong with them, Usagi-san," Misaki said, taking another bite. "It's just your imagination."

"They have this funny smell to them though," Usagi explained. "They probably added some sort of drug to them to make you like it."

"Krad did not add anything to the cookies! If he did, I wouldn't eat them."

"If he added something, he probably wouldn't tell you," Usagi retaliated.

Misaki finished the cookie that he was eating and stood up angrily. He picked up another cookie and walked over to Usagi. He stopped beside the author's chair, grabbed his chin and forced him to look eye to eye with him. Usagi's eyes widened as different thoughts, all of the naughty kind, raced through his mind. What was Misaki going to do? Was he finally going to take charge?

Misaki forced Usagi's mouth open, but before the author could say anything, the younger man shoved the cookie into his mouth. Misaki then forced his mouth closed and glared at him, waiting for him to chew and swallow the cookie.

Usagi chewed the cookie slowly, shocked at the flavour. The strange smell he had smelt on the cookie wasn't a drug of any kind, it was vanilla. He could clearly taste it, complimenting the rest of the cookie nicely. He swallowed the mouthful and wondered why he didn't try one sooner. It was the best cookie he had ever eaten.

"So? What do you think?" Misaki asked, anxiously.

Usagi took another bite of the cookie, chewed it carefully then swallowed before saying, "I think you should get the recipe from Hikari-san."

Misaki let a wide smile grace his features before throwing himself on the older man, shouting, "Thank you!"