Disclaimer: I'm bored of saying this.

Misaki: Oh just say it already.

Chey: Oh fine, I do not own Junjou Romantica

Misaki: Yay, now let's start the next part of Romantica.

Chey: Should be fun but moving on now.

Romantica Act Three Part Three

Akihiko wondered if he really was gay. He hated this confused jealous feelings that he had for Sensei, and these feelings continued to upset him all through school.

When he got home Misaki was properly dressed. He had a suit on and everything. Akihiko thought he looked stunning. He had to stop and stare for a moment.

Misaki noticed the look and said, "Welcome home, what's with the look?"

"You…you're wearing proper clothes."

"If it's offensive, I can go put on a kimono…a nice one with sakura blossoms on it."

Akihiko flushed at the image of Misaki dressed thus.

"Don't bother. Where are you going?"

"Sumi-san's dad is a super famous mangaka and I'm going to some fancy award ceremony for his artistic ability."

"Sounds fun," Akihiko replied, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Quite invigorating," Misaki replied in a tone that suggested he wasn't talking about the award ceremony anymore.

"Hey you, come here," Sumi said to Misaki. "You need a tie."

"I don't have a tie."

"Yes you do, I bought you one for such situations."

"I sold it on ebay."

"Uh huh, sure." He was having none of it. "It's stuffed in the couch then?"

Misaki's mouth thinned as Sumi walked past him and started digging through the couch cushions. He smiled, holding up a red silk tie. "Here, put it on."

Misaki shook his head. Sumi's eyes narrowed playfully. He leapt up and wrapped the tie around his neck. He tied it swiftly and smiled, prodding him in the chest. "There now, you look gorgeous."

Akihiko observed all this with jealousy tearing into him. He wanted Sumi-san to stop touching Misaki Sensei.

"What is it?" Misaki asked, looking at him.

Akihiko stared at him, silent. Misaki walked over, reaching out and touching his cheek lightly.

"Takahashi Sensei, let's go, hurry up."

Misaki let go of Akihiko's cheek and left, the door slamming behind him.

Akihiko stared at the door for a moment then ran a hand through his hair. He fled to the kitchen to clean something to take his mind off of how close Sensei and Sumi-san seemed to be.

After the kitchen, he started in the living room trying not to think about the fact that he might possibly be in love with Sensei. Damn it all, he didn't want it to be this way! He stomped back into the kitchen and grabbed the beer from the fridge.

Two hours-and four beers-later, all he could think about was one of Sensei's discarded shirts which was sitting on the couch opposite him. In his mildly drunken state he got up and grabbed the shirt. He sniffed it and Misaki's scent, something flowery with the scent of graphite and ink mixed in. He decided that he really loved that smell.

He really, really loved it. He passed out on the couch with the shirt over his head.

Which was how Misaki found him a few hours later.

"Usagi?" he called, rousing the teen. Akihiko's eyes flicked open to see Sensei staring down at him with a smile.

"What?" he asked hazily.

"Might I have my shirt back please?"

Akihiko looked down to see he was still clutching the mangaka's shirt. He flung it at Misaki, the teeniest hint of pink coloring his cheeks. He started to get up but Misaki shot forward and straddled him. Akihiko could easily have thrown the thin body off and fled but he suddenly didn't want to. Instead he lay still. Very still. Instead he looked up at Misaki who was smiling down at him. "You sleeping with my shirt were so adorable. I'm at my limit. I need you, Usagi-san." The nickname rolled off his tongue easily and made Akihiko's insides to flip flops.

Unable to counter this comment, the teen said nothing. His heart thumped erratically. He couldn't think...

"So why were you sleeping with my shirt?"

"I was cold?" he tried.

"Try again," Misaki whispered, running a hand over his chest.

"No seriously. I was drunk and I thought it was a blanket."

"No way. My shirt is far too small for that." One hand slid down to the teen's waist and then slid up again, this time under the shirt though. "One more try." For emphasis, he tweaked a nipple and Akihiko choked.

"I don't know," he snapped finally. "It was just there and I wanted to! I don't know why but every time you touch me I feel weird and whenever anyone else touches you I get angry. I don't understand anything anymore. When Sumi-san touched you…" He didn't feel one bit better now that it was all out in the open. And it didn't change the fact that Sensei was still sitting on top of him with a hand under his shirt. "What the hell does it mean?" he asked, letting his eyes slide shut.

"It means that you're in love with me." Akihiko's eyes snapped open. Misaki was looking down at him with a sympathetic smile on his face.

"What?"

"And don't go jumping to conclusions about me. I mean, me and Sumi-san? Please," he scoffed. "You're way cuter than he is. And besides, I love you."

He says that so easily… Akihiko didn't understand how he could be so clear about all this. He didn't understand at all.

Misaki sighed and leaned down. "I love you," he repeated before his lips met Akihiko's in a searing kiss.

To be continued…

Chey: Yay, lemon next chapter

Misaki: Ooh, that will be fun.

Chey: Yes, it most certainly will be.

Usagi: I think I should leave.

Chey: No, no, you're gonna stay put and have sex with Misaki.

Misaki: Yay. Fun fun fun!

Chey: Please review and I will love you forever.

Thanks for reading:)

~CheyanneChika