9.

"I'm bored," Miyagi said, staring blankly into space.

"I'm horny," Akihiko growled in frustration.

"YES," Takano answered immediately.

"Finally! Something we can agree on!" Miyagi exclaimed.

The three men looked at each other, seeing the sexual frustration mirrored in the others eyes.

"Did anyone else just get an idea of how to spend eternity?" Takano asked, smirking.

Akihiko's eyes lit up. "Well, since we're all gay, I don't see any reason why we can't make that work."

Miyagi gave his companions a once over. "Not my first choices, but seeing as we're stuck here and you're both reasonably attractive, I suppose you'll have to do."

Akihiko had been seated next to Takano on the futon while Miyagi was pacing the room. The author immediately shifted his body, pinning the editor to the cushion and straddling him.

"No time like the present," he purred happily as he moved to shove his hand down the other man's pants.

Takano's knee caught Akihiko square in the chest as he pushed the man off him.

"What the hell?" he growled. "Did you think I was a goddamn uke? Get off me, you bastard!"

Akihiko was looking shocked to have encountered a man with enough upper body strength to resist his advances.

"Well I'm not bottoming," he retorted.

They both turned to look at Miyagi, identical expressions of hunger on their faces.

"Not happening," Miyagi shook his head, for once turning off the joking tone of voice and getting deadly serious. "I'm a seme, through and through."

Akihiko was the first to realize the implications.

"You mean...all three of us...are semes?" the author asked, panic creeping into his voice.

"Neither of you are willing to compromise on this?" Takano asked desperately.

"You first," Miyagi growled.

There was a very long silence as the situation sunk in.

Finally, the editor-in-chief broke it.

"So this is hell...no cigarettes...and no...ukes?" Takano said slowly, horrified.

Akihiko suddenly stood up and ran for the door. To his surprise, it flung open. He threw his body at the threshold, but it immediately made contact with an invisible barrier, preventing him from leaving. He sunk to the ground, banging his fists into the floor.

"THIS IS THE WORST FATE IMAGINABLE!" he cursed, his voice hysterical.

Miyagi suddenly remembered the rest of the story—that each inhabitant of the room was perfectly matched to annoy the shit out of their eternally damned roommates.

"L'enfer, c'est les autres," he whispered, dread dawning on him. "Hell...it's the others!"

Le Fin

Well, that's it my friends :D. Thanks for reading, and thanks especially for the reviews/PMs for the last chapter. To quote my favorite: "Misaki later claiming that he would have left Usagi if he truly felt violated isn't called love...that's called Stolkholm Syndrome."

I'd love to hear how you liked the ending!

I am sadly leaving the fandom for a very, very long time at the end of September (I got a new job and will be moving somewhere with no internet). I've really enjoyed writing and hearing from you...and most of all, reading other people's stories.

I'm hoping to post one last story before switching off my wireless...for anyone who's read my other stories, it's a sequel to Hiyori Goes to College :D.

ika