Disclaimer: Too tired

Misaki: Then go to bed.

Chey: Okay. *goes to bed*

Misaki: What. The. Hell. Get up woman.

Chey: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Misaki: Fine, whatever, CheyanneChika owns nothing but her iPod. Let's get to the story.

Chey: How're you gonna write the story without me?

Misaki: I thought you were supposed to be asleep.

Chey: Oh right. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Romantica Act Four Part Four

Akihiko had Misaki in his arms and out of Asahina's grasp in a split second. He'd never wanted to punch anyone as badly as he wanted to punch this stranger who intruded on them and tried to kiss his boyfriend. "I think you should leave," he said, trying to sound tough. Misaki started to struggle in Usagi's grasp but gave in and merely looked squarely at Asahina.

Asahina straightened. "Is that so?" he asked delicately.

"Yes," Akihiko replied stiffly.

"Well then, I'll—"

"There you are," a new voice interrupted. A man, maybe a bit older than Misaki with pretty brown hair that framed his face sauntered up to the table. "Asahina, why'd you leave the bar? Things swere juss getting int'resting." He was slurring, totally smashed, off his face drunk. "Come on." He grabbed Asahina and looked at Misaki and Akihiko. "Sorry fer the intrusion," he muttered. Then he dragged Asahina away.

Misaki and Akihiko stared after the two men then at each other. "What was all that?" Akihiko asked.

"Nothing important," Misaki replied too quickly. The artist's face was very carefully blank but Akihiko could have sworn that the older man had looked momentarily upset. Akihiko hesitated then let it go. They finished the meal in silence.

After dinner, the two went to the Tokyo Ferris Wheel. Both were silent for a moment in the car then Misaki said, by way of explanation, "Asahina is a jerk but he gets the job done."

"I wanted to punch him," Akihiko replied bluntly.

Misaki looked at him for a moment then laughed. "Were you that jealous?"

"Jealous?" Akihiko considered that. "Yes. I was. He knows all that stuff about you and he wants you and you didn't even try to stop him."

Misaki smiled and reached across the aisle to touch Akihiko's cheek. "That's sweet, my little Usagi."

"Don't call me that," Akihiko replied.

"Why not? I intend to let you take me as soon as we get home."

Akihiko stiffened, lust coating his tongue and making it impossible for him to speak for the rest of the ride.

"How does a company run by a drunkard stay afloat anyway?" Akihiko finally asked as they got out of the car in the underground parking lot.

"He's good at his job. It's off duty that you have to worry about him. Plus he's always trying to get under my skin." The last part was muttered darkly.

Akihiko raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"That jerk used to be friends with my niisan. He always took advantage of him because his head was in the clouds and he didn't know that Asahina was totally mooching off of him." Akihiko wondered briefly if Misaki Sensei had a bit of a brother complex but dismissed it immediately. The man child was far too interested in his own survival and in lust to care for his brother in such a way. "In any case, if I ever brought it up, a rarity, by the way, he would needle me and poke fun and say I was just a child who shouldn't dabble in the grown-ups' business. Jerk." The last part was snarled as they entered the apartment.

Almost like a light flicking on, Misaki's emotions changed. "We're home," he said, a true smile touching his lips as he kicked off his shoes and sauntered barefoot into the house. Akihiko rolled his eyes and placed Misaki's shoes next to each other neatly before removing his own and following the tiny twenty-eight year old into the house.

"So, where shall we do it?" Misaki asked, stepping close to Akihiko as he made his way to the living room.

"Bedroom?" he asked automatically.

Misaki paused, considering. "Too much effort." He panted softly and added, "I can't take another step. Let's just do it right here."

"Are you su—" Akihiko's words stopped abruptly as Misaki pulled him down to kiss him on the lips.

"Shh," Misaki whispered against his lover's lips. Then he slid down to kiss Akihiko's jaw bone. Akihiko winced in pleasure as he tilted his head back and allowed Misaki more flesh to kiss and nip.

Misaki didn't stop there though. He moved lower, biting Akihiko's collar through his shirt even as he fumbled at Akihiko's buttons. He hands were too nervous though. They were shaking in their eagerness. "Help me already," he murmured through fabric and teeth. Akihiko obliged, unbuttoning his and Misaki's buttons with his long, deft hands.

"I love your hands," Misaki whispered as their cool fingertips gently pushed Misaki's shirt off his shoulders. Misaki grasped one, momentarily distracted, and pressed his open mouth to the palm, exhaling slowly.

Akihiko felt the hot air on his hand like a pleasant burn. It sent shocks of heat racing through his veins, warming him immediately. He pulled the hand away and replaced it with his own open mouthed kiss. Their tongues danced for a moment before Misaki murmured, "Mmn, wait."

Akihiko stiffened. Misaki had told him to stop even though he never meant it but he never said wait. He looked at the now heavily panting artist. "I…I want you in my mouth."

"Could you put that in a less sexy way?" Akihiko asked, half smirking.

Misaki glowered. "I'm not the writer here." Then before Akihiko could argue, he dropped to his knees and tugged the student's belt, button and zipper open in a matter of seconds, the shaking in his hands a mere memory. Misaki let the pants fall loosely to the floor but paused to kiss Akihiko through his briefs, making him shudder and grow inexorably. His emerald eyes flicked up and he said, "You're bigger."

"Must you say that?" Akihiko asked.

"You say it too."

"But I feel like I'm taking advantage of a child when you say it."

Misaki pulled back to look up at a better angle. "What?"

Akihiko wanted to back pedal but no words came to his lips.

"You think me a child?" Misaki asked carefully.

"I…I just meant that you look even younger than me." Akihiko hated feeling flustered but he'd done this to himself.

"But you still think of me as kid? I'm twenty-eight! I know my way around sex. I'm not some adolescent school girl trying it out for the first time."

"That's not what I meant." Even as he said it, Akihiko knew he had screwed up badly. It was only made worse by Misaki getting to his feet. "Sensei, wait."

"Oh sure, you call me Sensei now but the moment things get to close, I'm a child," Misaki scoffed, his anger getting the better of him. Dammit, why was he doing this? It was just a comment in the heat of the moment. So why was he blowing this way out of proportion?

Because he hated being treated like a child because of the way he looked and acted. It wasn't like he could change it. It was just his demeanor. Well fine then. "If I'm such a child then perhaps I shall go to bed early, like a good boy." Not even bothering to collect up his clothes he stepped around Akihiko and started for thestaircase.

To be continued…

Chey: Ooh, they're fighting now.

Misaki: This isn't in the book and you know it.

Chey: If I stick with the book I'll get bored, I'll get back to canon soon but I wanted to add some melodrama. Readers understand, right?

Readers: *crickets*

Chey: Crap. Oh well, my lovely crickets, please review and I'll give you cookies.

Thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika