Usagi X Misaki

*Misaki and Usagi have been together for a few years now, not much has changed with our two lovers. Usagi is still a pervert and Misaki is still and idiot.*

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Misaki sat on the couch flipping through TV channels but not really seeing anything. His eyes quickly glanced at the telephone then back at the television for the thousandth time. Sighing he glared at the remote as if the small object was the bane of his existence. He tossed the offending object aside and began to pace the floor.

Usagi was out of town for the weekend and wouldn't get back until Monday night. Misaki had been unable to go because of a test he had that day and his grade would suffer greatly if he missed it. Stupid Usagi had tried to get him to change his mind but Misaki had stayed firm in his decision, much to both of their regret. Not that Misaki would ever admit it, even now.

Why hadn't he called? Was there something wrong? He wasn't worried about him or anything, but Usagi always called when they spent the night apart. He'd left late last night and had called this morning when he'd arrived. It was now, Misaki glanced at the clock again, eleven-twenty four and Usagi hadn't called.

What was going on that he forgot to call? Who was he with that could make him forget to call Misaki? Who was able to distract him like that? What was that person doing? Where were they now? That person was probably a raging homo thinking Usagi would be a good lay but Usagi would tell that person no because he has someone he loves. That man gets mad so he drugs Usagi. Oh God! Usagi was going to get raped! He had to do something.

For whatever reason Misaki ran to the telephone and just as he was about to pick it up, it rang. Letting out a very un-manly type yell he picked up the receiver. "H-hello?"

"Misaki." It was Usagi. Thank goodness.

"Usagi! Are you alright? Are you hurt? What did he do?"

"Who, Misaki?"

The younger man opened his mouth about to yell about the rapist then realized how absolutely ridiculous he sounded. "N-nothing. Never mind."

"Are you going crazy without me?"

"Idiot! Who would go crazy because of you?"

"You did last night when I put my-"

"Shut up! Don't say perverted things on the phone!"

"Why not? No one is here to hear me? You don't have company do you?"

"Of course I don't."

"Then I don't see the problem. I want to tell you how badly I miss you."

"R-really?" Misaki's heart began to pound a little harder in his chest.

"Yes. I miss the way your eyes close when I kiss you and I miss the way you blush when I play with your nipples. Are you blushing now Misaki?"

"I-idiot. Don't say such perverted things."

"Don't you miss me?"

Misaki was blushing and looking everywhere besides at the phone. Usagi was miles away, it wasn't like he could attack him right now was it? So why not be honest. Just this once. "Y-yes."

"What do you miss?"

"Stupid Usagi!"

"Tell me Misaki."

Usagi's voice sent shivers down Misaki's spine has if his lover had whispered the words against his ear, his warm breath caressing the skin.

"I-I miss your smell." Misaki could have bit his tongue. Shit! Why had he said that?

"What else?" Misaki said nothing for several moments. "What else, Misaki?"

"I m-miss your hands." Misaki squeezed his eyes shut as if that would help smother the memories he had of Usagi's hands. He had a lot of memories.

"Why?"

"They are always so cool, w-when you t-touch me."

"Where do I touch you?"

"M-my… my… everywhere."

Usagi chuckled and the seductive sound sent Goosebumps across his skin. "Where do you like me to touch you most?"

"I'm not going to say it! Stupid Usagi."

Misaki moved to the couch to lie down, putting an arm over his eyes. "Are you hard, Misaki?"

"Y-yes."

"Touch it."

"What? Pervert! I'm not going to do that kind of thing over the phone!"

"Why wait 'til tonight? Do it now, when I can hear you. Please, Misaki."

Misaki couldn't deny that seductive tone. He took the arm away from his eyes and slid the hand down to the zipper of his shorts. Freeing himself he grabbed his hard member and a groan escaped his mouth.

"What do you want me to do Misaki?"

"T-touch me."

"Where? Where your hand is?"

"Yes."

"Stroke yourself. Let me hear you."

Misaki felt as if a spell had been cast over him. He was unable to object to anything Usagi was saying. "U-Usagi… so… hot. Nnh."

"Misaki, I love you."

"S-stupid… Usa-ahh. Ahn." Misaki's hand began to stroke faster.

"Use your other hand too."

Misaki did as he was told, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder he slid his other hand down to the hem of his shirt, under it, to grab an erect nipple. "Mm…nah." He began to pant and writhe under his own administrations.

"Where am I touching you Misaki?"

"My, my nipples and… and… ah!" Misaki was on the verge of a climax but no matter how fast he moved his hand or how many times he played with his nipples he just couldn't get over that edge. On the other end of the phone he heard Usagi's rasping voice. At first he didn't understand then Usagi groaned and Misaki knew what the older man was doing. He'd gotten hard from hearing Misaki's voice.

"M-Misaki!" Usagi shouted his release.

When Misaki heard his lover's climax he was unable to stop his own, calling out his lover's name in return.

As Misaki lay, trying to get his breath back Usagi said he had to get off the phone and go to sleep, something he could do now that he had his taste of Misaki. "I love you, Misaki. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, I love you too." It wasn't until the phone was back on the charger and he was almost to his room to clean himself off when he froze. He'd just told Usagi that he loved him and hadn't said maybe or probably. He'd just said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He'd said it before like that, of course he had. But, why was this time so different?

In bed that night Misaki tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, unable to get to sleep properly. His body was comfortably tired but his mind was wide awake. If only he could turn it off for a moment so that he could just sleep. His thoughts were filled with the coming week and how lonely it was going to be. Senpai had graduated and he'd made a couple of new friends but no one he could really talk too and none of them knew about Usagi. The last thing he wanted was another of his friends getting a crazy idea that they could take Usagi away from him.

Thinking about it made a spot above his heart ache. He frowned and absently rubbed the spot on his chest. Tomorrow he wouldn't have to get up early to make breakfast, or dodge perverted attacks, or worry about Usagi using the wrong glass cup for his coffee. But none of that made him feel any better or ease his mind. He finally let his mind think a thought he'd told himself he wouldn't think. He missed Usagi and wanted him to come back home. Soon, like, right now. Tonight.

He wanted Usagi's big body cuddle him the night. He sighed as he imagined a big arm around his waist and one under his head. He could almost feel Usagi's warmth and smell the tobacco and a sent that was simply his own. Misaki wiggled further under the blankets and burrowed his head in the pillow. With a smile and a sigh Misaki drifted off to sleep, thinking of his Usagi-san.