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

Chapter 15 "Akihiko's Housemaid"

Chapter 15

Usami stormed in, slamming the door behind him, and flung himself down on the sofa. He closed his eyes, sighed. There was silence for a moment, and then the writer's stomach growled. Glaring at Misaki, who stood nervously in the corner, he said, in a dangerously quiet tone, "Get me some food. Now."

Misaki was about to shout at his landlord, but bit it back, instead running over to the kitchen, and began to cook. After half an hour of slaving over the stove, preparing a meal for Usami with more care than he was willing admit, he smiled and wiped his head.

"Usagi-san, food's ready!" he called, happily.

Usami grunted from where he was slumped on the sofa. "Not hungry, going to bed."

Misaki looked furiously at Usami as he slowly and sleepily walked toward the stairs. He charged towards him, fuming, and threw the bowl of carefully prepared food at his pale, blue shirt. Usami blinked, stunned, and then began to laugh, clutching his sides as tears of laughter formed in his eyes.

"What's so funny?" Misaki demanded, stamping his foot furiously, hands on hips.

"Nothing, nothing, I just…I just…" Usami tried to explain, before dissolving into giggles at Misaki's adorable (and completely un-threatening) 'evil' glare.

"It isn't funny, you ungrateful pervert! I made this meal for you, and you could have at least had the courtesy to eat it, baka-Usagi! My hard work is so taken for granted by you. I put a lot of love into the food I make for you!" Misaki shouted at his landlord, before clapping his hand over his mouth when he realised he had mention the 'L word'.

"What did you say?" Usami asked, straightening himself up and looking at the red-faced, flustered boy. He took a predatory step towards him.

"N..nothing! I just think I…I…put a lot of w…work into your food, and I…" Misaki spluttered, backtracking. He took step backwards, a terrified expression on his face.

"You said 'love', Misaki. Not 'work', no, you said 'love'," Usami continued, walking towards Misaki until the boy was backed against the sofa. Worming one leg between his thighs, Usami leaned closer to Misaki, so he could whisper in his ear, his breath tickling the brunette's neck

"Well, how's about we take some of that 'love' and 'work' upstairs, then?"

At this, Misaki panicked, and pushed Usami away with what little strength he had.

"All I was trying to say was that I feel very undervalued! You treat me like a live-in maid. Why don't you just buy me a frilly dress and be done with it?!"

Usami smirked, and looked thoughtful. After grabbing his jacket and keys, he made towards the door, still wearing his food-stained shirt.

"W…where are going, Usagi-san?"

"Out. I'll be back soon."

And with a wave, Usami was gone. Misaki shook his head, wondering what Usami was planning.

"Probably something perverted," he muttered, "Baka-Usagi."

About an hour later, Usami arrived back home. Misaki looked up from the T.V.

"Misaki."