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Chapt—

Misaki: Whoa whoa stop.

Me: What is it?

Misaki: You just wrote the disclaimer without coercion!

Me: Did I? *scrolls back to the top* Huh, I guess I did.

Misaki: You're weird today.

Me: I'm probably channeling Hatsuharu or something.

Misaki: Whatever, just get to the story.

Me: Kay. Oh, by the way, someone mentioned early on that Haruhiko was too similar to Takahiro in his airheadedness so the little bit from him in this chapter will be more dulcet.

Chapter 5 (the last Romantica Chapter for awhile…Yippee)

As Misaki and Akihiko walked into the apartment, the phone started to ring. Akihiko automatically hurried over and answered it before it could go to voicemail. "Moshi moshi." (1).

"Hello, Akihiko. How are you?"

"Onii-chan!" Akihiko said happily. "It was good."

"Is Misaki there?"

"Yeah, of course." Don't worry about me any. "Sensei, phone."

Akihiko passed off the phone watching as a smile spread across the brunette's face. Akihiko wondered how he could just smile like that after being rejected. If he'd been rejected by the person he'd loved for a decade, he would have probably fallen into a spiraling depression. He sighed and slipped into the kitchen to start cleaning.

Then he paused. Could someone just get over a love like that and move on? Akihiko considered this for a moment before deciding that it wasn't possible. But then, why had Misaki been flirting with him? I'm a replacement for Onii-chan, aren't I? He found himself strangely upset over this. Misaki-Sensei wanted Onii-chan. He was just someone who was related; who shared a deeper bond than Misaki-Sensei had.

This sucks.

…the next day at school…

Akihiko looked at the ground while Aikawa smiled placidly at nothing in particular until she caught Akihiko's mood. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Is it Takahashi-Sensei?"

"Yeah," Akihiko said, finally. "Did I tell you that he went to school with my older brother?"

"Huh, wow, that's so cool!"

"It's not!"

"You know," Aikawa altered the subject. "I saw him on some interview, he seemed like he was kind of off."

Akihiko sighed. "It must have been right before a deadline, he seems to lose it sense of reality when he actually buckles down and works hard. Or it could have just been that he didn't get enough sleep." Akihiko's expression darkened. "He's awful in the morning. So horn—" he stopped dead as his brain caught up with his mouth.

"Sounds like you don't find it to be such a problem," Aikawa laughed.

"And he's got that spoiled rich complex that makes him think he can just do whatever he wants. It's horrible," Akihiko rambled on.

"That's weird, but it seems like a kind of messed up family situation. He knows your brother, so does he ever compare you two?"

"Well, Niisan raised me since our parents died when I was a kid. He always took care of me, even though I knew and he knew that I didn't it. I don't know how Sensei could even think of comparing us." Not when Niisan was the one he truly loved.

"Huh, well, you'll just have to work hard to get him to notice you.

…

"Shinobu, you need to get another person to help you in here." Misaki glanced at the man who had taught his homeroom class in high school. The two of them had become friends after Misaki had graduated, going so far as to date once or twice, though they'd only slept together once. Misaki was too obsessed with one of the other students in the class and Shinobu had ended up in a marriage that was quickly falling apart. "And your hair looks weird."

Shinobu glanced at his reflection in a glass pane, examining his spiky locks before looking back at Misaki. He grimaced. The other man wasn't even looking at him. He was staring out at the grounds. He tossed the book that Misaki wanted at the brunet, hitting him square in the chest. "Look at me when you talk. "And there's a student looking for a job. He seems to love classical literature and has the potential to be a good assistant. Maybe a teacher eventually."

"But..?"

"But, I don't know. He seems like he'll be the type of person who's cute enough to take people in relationships and make them cheat on their lovers." Shinobu glowered at nothing in particular.

"Shinobu, you can't judge the poor boy based on his looks. Now that's just wrong."

"I suppose. I guess I'll hire him."

"Good, now, about your hair—"

"Leave it."

"Fine, I'm going," Misaki grumbled, slipping to his feet and out of the office.

…

Akihiko and Aikawa were just about to leave the school grounds, but ground to a halt when they saw Misaki leaning casually against his car. "What are you doing here?" Akihiko asked, staring in slight horror.

"I came to pick you up."

"I said it was not necessary. And besides, your car is too flashy, get it out of here."

Out of nowhere, Aikawa shot forward and cried out, "Oh, Takahashi-Sensei, Usami-kun has told me all about you. I'm so pleased to meet you! I'm Aikawa Eiri!" She looked about ready to squee.

"Hello, Aikawa-chan." He gave her a heart stopping smile and she nearly melted.

"Anyway," Akihiko interrupted. "Senpai and I are going drinking, so you don't need to be here."

"No, we are going home."

"I'm sorry?" he asked, stiffening.

"You are too young to be drinking, so come along." Misaki got into the car and waited. Akihiko just stood there. Misaki rolled down the window and said, "Get in."

Akihiko bit his lip and nodded, not wanting to fight in public. "I'll see you tomorrow, Senpai." He got in and slammed the door, demonstrating his displeasure.

…

No sooner had they made it home then the phone rang. Akihiko ran to pick it up. "Moshi moshi."

"Ah, you're home already?" It was Aikawa-chan.

"Yeah, we live pretty close by. Anyway, what's up—" the line went dead. Akihiko spun around to see Misaki twiddling the phone cord between his fingers. "Sensei, what the hell is your problem?"

Misaki dropped the cord and was pressed up against the taller boy in an instant. "Don't speak to me like that," he ordered, shoving the boy back and making him stumble into a seated position on the phone table. He stared up at Misaki, whose face was way to close. The boy flinched, letting the tiniest amount of fear show in his eyes. Sensei never looked fierce like this. "You look skittish…like a trapped rabbit…Usagi-san."

"G-get away from me," Akihiko choked out. "I'm not a substitute for my brother!"

Misaki froze, then jerked away from the blond as fast as he had come. "Substitute?" he asked softly.

"Yeah…I mean, you do love my brother right? You can't have moved on this quickly." Akihiko looked down. He didn't want to be compared to his brother by Sensei. He didn't want to be a substitute either. He didn't want anything like that.

"You let me cry."

Akihiko looked up. "What?"

"You let me cry out my broken heart. You freed me. I fell in love with you then." Akihiko's eyes widened. "And I realized that you were the one…the only one for me. And, somehow, I can't keep my composure around you."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean that I love you, honestly." And then he was back again his lips were pressed Akihiko's with a fervor. Akihiko's heart thumped erratically as he felt the older man's tongue enter his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, then gave himself over to the delicious temptation that lay before him. He wrapped his arms around his Sensei and began to kiss him back. Misaki trembled under the new pressure but kept on kissing Akihiko. They fell back, landing on the floor, Akihiko on top. Somehow, both of them made it to the bedroom without any of their clothes intact. Misaki and Akihiko landed on the bed and Misaki straddled the boy's hips. He reached down and behind himself.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Akihiko asked, struggling with the haze of lust that was starting to take over him.

"Getting ready for you," was the gasped reply. Akihiko looked on in shock as the man pierced himself with his fingers. He moaned in self pleasure for a moment, before reaching out with is clean hand to pump Akihiko's strong erection. The boy gasped. He hadn't felt a stranger's touch in a long time. Not since that time he and Hiroki had been experimenting. Everything had gone wrong that day, but this…this was going so very right.

When a little precum seeped out, Misaki swiped it over Akihiko's whole penis, moistening it. Then he positioned himself over Akihiko and lowered himself down before Akihiko could object.

Not that he would have. He cried out as pleasure erupted and spilled through his body. He had never experienced something so powerful as this. It was wondrous.

Both he and Misaki came within moments of each other and sagged to fall asleep in each other's arms.

Just before Akihiko fell asleep, he thought he heard Sensei whisper, "You're mine, no one else will touch you…ever."

…The next morning…

Akihiko woke up early and attempted to make breakfast for the still sleeping man.

Once again, Misaki woke to that sound of the fire alarm blaring downstairs. He dragged himself downstairs to find Usagi-san in the kitchen. "What's going on?"

"I made breakfast. It's delicious, no?"

"No."

"Well, I think it is, now eat up." Akihiko cut into the blob and shoved it onto a plate. Misaki just stared.

"I'm going back to bed," he said, suddenly.

"Oi—" The sound of the phone cut him off. "Moshi moshi…ah Senpai, sorry about last night, something went funky with the phone lines—" Click dead air. Akihiko turned to see Sensei holding the phone line yet again. "Sensei!"

Misaki shot forward and pressed a kiss to the younger man's lips and whispered no one is allowed to take up your time when you're here but me." He smiled and sauntered into the kitchen to salvage breakfast.

Authors Notes: 1) it's just a Japanese phrase of hello when you answer a phone

Me: Gah, finally, this chapter just would not come, but it's nice and long so everybody should be happy with me…anyway everyone is probably confused about the part with Shinobu. He is basically in Miyagi's position. Hiroki's character in that position does not yet exist. (He will soon…as Hiroki)

Misaki: She's messing with the characters' personalities again.

Shinobu: Yeah, and this time it's me.

Miyagi: Pour thing, let me help you out.

Shinobu: Shut up you brat.

Miyagi: But I love you.

Shinobu: Shaddup!

Me: Err, now then, if all of you can be really awesome and review, I would be super duper happy.

Thanks,

~Chey