Disclaimer: I want a butler named Sebastian.

Misaki: Dude, we haven't even gotten to that part in the books yet.

Akihiko: Besides, his name is Tanaka.

Chey: I'm not talking about that butler. I want the Kuroshitsuji Sebastian.

Misaki: But he's a demon.

Chey: So?

Misaki: So…Why the hell am I even talking to you about this? Do the damn disclaimer already.

Chey: Hah, see you can't think of a good reason either!

Misaki: Disclaimer…Now!

Chey: Okay, okay. I own nothing.

Romantica Act Four Part Five (Last part finally…before Act Five anyway)

Akihiko was watching his chances decrease with every step Misaki took away from him. His hands balled into fists as the mangaka got closer to the steps.

Then something inside him snapped and he lunged across the room.

Misaki put his hand on the railing just as he felt strong arms lock around his middle. He froze in Akihiko's stiff, tight grip. Akihiko just stood there, trying to think of something to say. It wasn't an apology that was needed, he knew that. But what else was there?

Misaki was surprised at the desperate gesture his stubborn Usagi-san had made but he didn't seem able to see it through. Misaki couldn't do it for him. He had to accept that they were both adults and Misaki wasn't just going to wait around for him to grow a pair, helping and coddling where he could.

He wouldn't be able to stomach it.

So he started to pry open Akihiko's arms.

"No." the agonized growl in Misaki's ear made him shudder and stop pulling at Akihiko's arms.

"Then do something," Misaki whispered, looking at the steps before him. It seemed a long way up.

Akihiko's arms tightened and Misaki was lifted from the ground with a small yelp. He instantly started to struggle and Akihiko lost his balance. He fell forward and in the split second before he would crush Misaki beneath his weight, he twisted and slammed, shoulder first, into the hardwood floor.

Pain erupted from his shoulder and arm but he was still careful as he opened his arms and let Misaki gently roll out of them. Misaki was up on his hands and knees in a hot second and was leaning over his protector. "You're hurt," he murmured and Akihiko swore he saw tears welling. "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing," Akihiko managed.

"Don't lie," Misaki shot back. Misaki could already see purple blossoming over the skin, matching Akihiko's eyes perfectly. "Dammit, this wasn't supposed to happen." He sagged and Akihiko saw the tears start to spill out, landing on the floor and his hurt shoulder, salving the injury with their sweetness.

"What do you mean?" Akihiko asked, teeth clenched.

"You were supposed to stop me but not get hurt like this. Ice!" he added suddenly. "You need ice." He started to get up but Akihiko held him back. "What?"

"Sensei, this isn't your fault." He laughed dryly and added, "I'm just not the agile rabbit you seem to think I am."

Misaki's laugh was hollow. "The pain is making you weird," he muttered, pulling his hand away. "I'm getting ice. I'll be back." His feet padded away and Akihiko gave himself completely to the pain. It was intense. So much so that he feared it might be broken. Should he test that? He shifted and pain wrenched through his shoulder so much so that he bit back a cry that still came out as a labored moan. Still, his shoulder had moved so it wasn't broken.

"Don't move," Misaki ordered. "I'm coming."

"Yeah," Akihiko whispered.

Misaki returned a moment later with ice wrapped in a dish cloth. He pressed it gently to the student's purple shoulder and Akihiko instantly felt the effects of the cold ice on his skin.

"Is that better?" Misaki asked.

"Much." Akihiko lifted the hand on the uninjured arm and brushed away the last of Misaki's tears. They'd dripped over his entire face. Akihiko pressed his fingers over Misaki's cheeks, nose, lips…

He paused, his thumb resting against them. Misaki kissed it softly and then he was straddling Akihiko and leaning over him to kiss him fiercely. "We…really…shouldn't…" he said between kisses.

Akihiko didn't say anything. He just tangled his hand in Misaki's light brown tresses, holding their faces together.

"No…you're…hurt." Misaki couldn't hold himself back for much longer and the injured party wasn't helping matters.

"Just do it," Akihiko rasped, bucking his hips as best he could without jarring his shoulder.

"Alright," Misaki conceded and moved lower to pull Akihiko's briefs down and away from his unabashed erection. He crouched on the balls of his feet, one hand gripped Akihiko who jolted in response and the other slipped back to prepare himself for his lover. Three fingers and several teasing caresses later, he was ready and gently impaled himself, moaning all the way.

Akihiko grimaced with the effort to not move his shoulder, to not take Misaki in his arms and pound him into tomorrow morning. Instead, his good hand reached out and wrapped around Misaki's erection and pumped it in rhythm with Misaki's rising and dropping in lieu with his own bucking hips.

Misaki whimpered to his grunt and they moved forward, the pressure building, bouncing back and forth between them until Misaki cried out sharply and cum splattered over his chest and Akihiko's arm. His ass clenched tightly, pushing Akihiko over the edge as well and they fell into the pleasure together.

Misaki slumped and fell limply onto Akihiko's chest, still managing to avoid landing on his sore shoulder. Akihiko gently wrapped an arm around the slimmer man and closed his eyes. Then he slowly drifted off to sleep as Misaki did the same.

…

Akihiko opened his eyes to find Misaki fully dressed and sitting at the table drawing. He started to move but the weight of ice on his shoulder reminded him not to move. "So he rasped out a good morning to tell Misaki he was awake.

"Morning. You know," he said after a moment looking up, "Except for the bruise, you look gorgeous like that." Misaki held up the picture he was drawing. Akihiko lay still in a patch of flowers, a few of them, daisies, had been picked and rested on his shoulder, hiding the injury as though Misaki couldn't bear to draw it. "Can you move your shoulder?"

"I could last night. Still hurts," he muttered. "Not that I'm blaming you," he added hastily.

Misaki didn't look up but a smile touched his lips as he began to draw again. "Good. The sooner you feel better, the sooner you can clean."

Akihiko rolled his eyes and pushed himself up. "I got it, I got it." He stumbled off to get the shower he'd never gotten last night, pointedly ignoring the smirk his lover had on his lips.

When he reached the stairs and started to climb, he heard Misaki say in a soft, tell-tale voice, "There's my spry Usagi-san."

To be continued…

Chey: I'm finally done with this act.

Misaki: The next one had better not take so very long.

Chey: I'll try not to.

Misaki: It's almost as bad as last time.

Chey: Last time it was exams followed by Christmas and I still didn't have a handle on the characters.

Misaki: Excuses excuses.

Chey: In any case, please review and I will love you forever more.

Thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika