Don't let go of that hand... (BoyxBoy) Junjou Romantica fanfiction +18

Chapter 7 "Being Ignored?!"

Being able to stay beside the one you love is one of the privileges of being a friend"



Chapter 7

"Misaki."

Misaki continued to be silent as he had been ignoring Usagi for the past hour. 'That damned rabbit just didn't understand! Did he even stop to think about how his actions had been affecting him?'

Misaki continued to rave silently, all the while not bothering to look at Uasagi who was watching him "clean" the kitchen from the counter.

"Misaki I don't understand. Why are you so mad at me?"

'Why am I mad at you!? Why am I mad!? How dare you even think such a thing!? I mean sure you've been busy with writing your novel for the past two weeks, but that doesn't mean that you can just lock yourself away for that long! Or not come out for meals. Or not touch me...'

Usagi was at a loss. His Misaki was never like this, even when he had first found out Usagi was writing his perverted BL novels with him as the main character. 'But here he is...' Usagi thought 'acting as if I wasn't here...'

Usagi couldn't lie. It had hurt just a little to see Misaki act this way to him. 'What did I do wrong?' He scowled at the thought that he couldn't think of anything.

In the meantime, Misaki had just finished cleaning the kitchen for what would be the third time that day. He knew he was being bitchy and unreasonable, but how was he supposed to not be mad when that pervert did nothing but touch him in time that he wasn't working?

Misaki stormed up the stairs with Usagi not far behide.

"Misaki."

Both of their scowls deepened when Misaki refused to respond.

"Misaki, please..."

'NO! I will NOT give in!' Misaki thought desperately. He continued his stomping until he reached his and Usagi's bedroom.

While Misaki continued on with his so called "cleaning", Usagi lingered at the door way. Crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame, he stared at the fuming boy in front of him, seemingly trying to burn holes in the back of his shirt. To add to the authors' confusion, Misaki had tensed further when he had stomped into the room.

Misaki tried desperately to focus on cleaning the scattered toys on the floor instead of the room he was in and all the things the man staring at him had done to him here. Despite his best efforts, the tight fitted jeans he was wearing began to feel a little too tight. 'And why is it so damn hot in here?'

Usagi watched carefully as Misaki's movements had begun to slow slightly and his bending came to a minimal. He went through past events once again. 'Thinking about it now, I haven't really seen him much the past two weeks. I really am out of Misaki... Wait. It couldn't be. He wouldn't be mad because I've givin him some space could he? It's what he wanted...or said he wanted'

But there was not denying it. Not once had Misaki said anything to him for almost two hours after he had summited his latest book.

Usagi could feel the smirk come across his face while coming to the realization. 'And shortly I'll having him coming to something else...'

Misaki stiffened to the restricting atmosphere. His eyes widened as he felt a set of large, cool hands hugging him just under his shirt from behind.

"Have I been neglecting you Mi-sa-ki?" Usagi whispered in Misaki's ear, drawling out his small lovers name until it sounded like a purr. Misaki could only shiver in response and anticipation.