My Demons

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

            My relationship with Misaki progressed in a way… just not in the direction I wanted it to go. He opened up to me more in the sense that he wasn’t afraid to push me away. He became extremely feisty. He always pushed me away whenever I tried to do anything to him and called me a ‘perverted old man’ every chance he got.

            He wasn’t mean to me at all. He was very polite and considerate of my feelings whenever I acted normal. However, when I “stepped out of line” (as he put it) he became angry and frustrated with my advances. Even after he pushed me away he would apologize for it.

            The whole time, he never told me how he felt about me. He never said he liked me, but he never said he hated my guts either. Some days it felt like one and some days it felt like the other. Then there were days when it felt like both.

            He had to like me though. Why else would he get extremely jealous when I compared him to Takahiro? Why did he cry for me when Takahiro announced his marriage? Why did he choose to live with me if he didn’t like me? Most importantly, why does he get aroused whenever I do touch him?

            He thinks I don’t notice: his quivering body, his shaky gasps for air, his flushed face, or even his hardening member. He thinks he hides all of those things so well, but he really doesn’t. I can see his flushed face; feel his body shake; caress the bulge through his pants; hear his sharp intake of breath. I know my touch turns him on. Why doesn’t he just submit to me already?

            It didn’t take long for me to start using Misaki in my boy’s love novels. How could I not? He was absolutely adorable. The novels are a form of my fantasies after all. Therefore, I began a new boy’s love series starring myself and Misaki. It was quite genius actually: full of romance, playfulness, and, of course, lots of hot sex.

            I worked diligently for once on this novel. It was one of my best works and the ideas wouldn’t stop flowing. Aikawa-san was very excited for it. Or maybe she was just happy that I was working hard to meet the deadline for this book for once. Anyways, I just really enjoyed writing about Misaki and me, especially having hot sex.

            I finally finished the novel the morning of the deadline shortly before I was supposed to have breakfast with Misaki. I made sure to eat every meal with him (as long as I didn’t have to put up with work) just like in a normal household, because I wanted him to feel like he was at home with his brother… and because I love him.

            I printed out the novel, saved it to a disk, lit up a cigarette, and grabbed Suzuki-san. I kicked open the office door at exactly 7 a.m. I was dead tired from the all-nighter I pulled, but I was also hungry and wanted to see Misaki. There he was, standing by the table in an apron (which was incredibly sexy) looking slightly concerned.

            “Good morning,” he greeted me cheerfully as I came downstairs.

            “Morning…” I said with a sleepy voice.

            “Did you finish your work?”

            “Yeah…”

            I placed the manuscript of my boy’s love novel next to the couch before I sat down at the table, placing Suzuki-san in his own seat beside me. Misaki took off his apron and sat down at the seat directly across from me. He had prepared lots of delicious looking food this morning. He cooked every meal for us and they were all delicious. He was an excellent cook. I wondered why he wanted to go to school for economics rather than becoming a chef. Of course, then he couldn’t attend Mitsuhashi like he so badly wanted to do.