Disclaimer: I wanna own something!

Misaki: But you don't.

Chey: Well no but I would love to, that would be awesome.

Misaki: Yeah and you would just torture me in every chapter.

Chey: Damn straight…and you know what?

Misaki: What?

Chey: You would love it.

Misaki: Horrible woman, get to the story.

Chey: If you insist.

Romantica Act Three Part Four (End Romantica)

Akihiko wasn't sure where his inhibitions had gone, but that kiss had him wrapping his arms fiercely around the slim man on top of him. His hands slid lower, brushing the skin exposed by Sensei's shirt riding up as he bent over Akihiko. The skin he touched was almost hot on his cool fingers. He felt Misaki shiver at his touch and he slid his hands higher, making Misaki repeat that shudder.

Misaki opened his mouth, invitingly prodding the teen's tongue. Akihiko obeyed, slipping his tongue past Misaki's teeth. There was an awkward moment where he worried Misaki might bite it but then Misaki ground his erecting against Akihiko's pelvis and he almost bit his own tongue off in surprise.

He pulled his tongue back, breaking the kiss. Then he sat up and dumped Misaki backwards onto the couch before leaning over him and kissing him again. This time it wasn't as awkward. At least, it wasn't until he felt Sensei's hand cupping his penis. He gasped, freezing. Misaki ignored his lack of movement, moving his fingers delicately along the ridge of the teen's hardening erection. He reached the zipper of his pants and tugged it down. Akihiko felt his body tighten with every click of the zipper til it reached the bottom.

He grunted when Misaki slipped a hand inside, brushing over the fabric that still kept him from Akihiko's flesh. He felt along until he found the gap in his boxers and slid his hand in, finally touching the hard, thick flesh. (1) He slowly drew it out and looked down at the length. "So big," Misaki murmured, staring. He looked back up into Akihiko's lust hazed eyes. "How's it gonna fit?"

"What? How's what gonna fit?" he asked, confused.

Misaki ignored the question. Instead, he ran his hand over Akihiko's length, making him shutter, his arms shaking as he fought to hold his body weight off Misaki. Then he squeezed and Akihiko gasped out. "We'll just have to make do."

Akihiko didn't understand what Misaki meant, but he didn't have time to argue as Misaki shoved upward, knocking Akihiko onto his back once more.

The slimmer man smiled and slipped gracelessly out of his pants and undergarments. He was too eager to bother even getting off of Akihiko to do it. Next he tossed off his shirt and sat, straddling the teen's hips, buck naked and ready.

Akihiko just stared. His eyes traveled salaciously over Misaki's lean body and pale, silky skin that rippled over sinewy muscles as Misaki leaned down to unbutton his pants and tug them and his underwear away as well. Misaki then shifted to his knees and stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking lightly. Then he slipped his fingers into a different entrance.

Akihiko's eyes widened in shock as Misaki thrust his fingers deep into himself. He felt a sudden desire to be the one doing that. If only he wasn't completely paralyzed by the sight before him.

Misaki finally pulled his fingers out with a soft whimper. "Usagi," he murmured, "are you ready?"

Akihiko didn't know what Misaki meant by that, but even if it meant dying, there was no way he wasn't saying going with it. He nodded, wordlessly, and Misaki grinned. He raised himself over Akihiko's erection and positioned himself.

Then he plunged down with a cry of pleasure and pain.

Akihiko couldn't even recall what pain was under the onslaught of pleasure and tingly pressure that spread from the point where he and Misaki connected. He could not believe that he'd never experienced this before. He didn't know what he'd been missing.

Then Misaki started to move and he lost the ability to form coherent thoughts altogether. Akihiko felt like he was drowning in pleasure. Sensei was practically bouncing on top of him now and he knew it wouldn't be long until—

Misaki came with one last scream and started to sag, but Akihiko wasn't finished yet. Instinctively, he gripped Misaki's hips and pumped a couple more times before he hit the boiling point and came hard. He felt Misaki shake with the effects and release a small whimper. Then he lifted off of Akihiko's limp form only before he fell forward onto the teen's chest.

"I love you," Misaki whispered as he fell asleep right there on the couch. Akihiko lay there, stock still.

Once he was sure Sensei was asleep, he murmured, "I think I might love you too."

…The next morning…

"So, you want to know why Sumi-san has a key to this place?"

"If you don't mind." Akihiko was still slightly confused as to why an editor needed a key.

"Well, when I first started, I got really sick and missed my deadline and no one could contact me, so they sent someone to check on me and I didn't answer the door, so they sent Sumi-san. He just kicked the door in, dragged me to the hospital and harassed me to work all while the doctors looked me over. I gave him a key so that if I got sick, I wouldn't have to replace the entire freaking door since Sumi-san splintered it."

"So you two were never involved?"

"Uh, no…he's crazy."

"He is?"

"Of course, he kicks doors down and wants me to use those drawings in my private sketch books for a magazine."

Akihiko's eyes went round. "You mean the ones with my brother?"

"Exactly. Apparently his sister is a big fan of yaoi manga but she also likes my art style."

Akihiko decided that Sensei was right. Sumi-san was indeed crazy.

"So, do you want me to get the key back?" Misaki interrupted his thoughts.

"Uh, no, it's fine since it's just work related."

A small smirk formed on Misaki's lips. "So you really were jealous."

Akihiko tightened his lips. He wasn't saying anything.

"Not gonna talk, huh? I'll just have to persuade you another way." Misaki moved forward but Akihiko took a few quick steps back. "No fun."

"Uh, I have to go to school. Don't let Sumi-san break down the door again."

Somewhere across town, Sumi sneezed rather loudly.

"Someone's talking about you," his boss said while the secretary snorted.

"I hope it's a pretty girl," Sumi replied lightly. "Or boy."

Then Akihiko sneezed.

To be continued…

Author's note

1. For the record I feel so incredibly dirty and mildly self-disgusted while writing this.

Okay, Act three of Romantica is finished at last. And it only took four chapters.

Misaki: That's not good. It means your chapters are too short.

Chey: So sue me, I like short chapters. Anyway, please review. Next up is Egoist Act Three. Just soes you all know in case you don't read the manga, or haven't read them in awhile, the next three acts are ALL egoist. So you're looking at about nine to twelve chapters of Egoist. So Egoist fans are gonna get a lot to work with and I'm sorry to the Romantica fans. As for Terrorist fans…well, they don't appear until the fifth volume and I'm only about halfway there so you're probably screwed for about six more months, but I will try my hardest to not go on a three month hiatus again now that I've got my rhythm. So please review and thanks for reading!

~Cheyanne