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It's my birthday today and I felt like showing my happiness by giving you a new story with a new couple! Hope you like! ;D

Misaki was very tired as he trudged into the bathroom. His girlfriend Sakira had dragged him out to a party for her dads company. Complaining that she didn't want to "go alone" so begging him to go with her. He was ready to end their untrusting relationship and already had the words in his mind. He entered the bathroom going to the first urinal, the bathroom was empty so he felt very comfortable unzipping his pants and beginning to relieve himself. Oh how ready he was to break up with her...
The bathroom door opened and a tall 20 year old man came walking in, standing next to Misaki in the other urinal. The man had a white/grayish hair and purple eyes. Misaki looked down and finished up only to hear the man chuckle lightly. Misaki looked up to see the man leaning to the side and looking down at Misaki's organ.
"It's quite small isn't it?" The man laughed.
"Hey! You shouldn't even have been looking!" Misaki growled and looked over at the mans organ, trying to get some comeback from the view.
But no words came to his mouth as he saw it. It was large, enormously large and intimidated Misaki to the point of shrinking his wide eyes away.
"Speechless huh?" The man smirked.
"It's...so...big..." Misaki gasped in disbelief.
The man laughed, "It's nice isn't it?" The man looked down at it.
Misaki zipped up his pants in a rush, "It sure is something."

"Would you mind telling me your name?" The man stopped Misaki after zipping himself up.

"Misaki Takahashi." He grumbled to the man.

"Hmmmm." The man smirked.

"I'm Usami Akihiko, the famous novalist." The man smiled and shook Misaki's hand.

His hands are soft and nice...

Misaki thought as he looked at their conjoined hands.

"Misaki?" Sakira yelled from outside the bathroom door.

"Coming!" Misaki ran from the man and opened the door.

"Let's go, I'm bored." She huffed and began walking away.

"Ok." Misaki sighed.

I really hate this woman...

Usami was left standing there with a large grin. He liked that boy and wanted to keep him, but what the boy liked was something he didn't understand. It was clear that the woman bothered him, but would he accept his feelings? He would make him. The man washed his hands and left the bathroom to go back to his car, not listening to his managers angry retorts telling him to stay. He got into his car and smiled upon seeing Suzuki-san sitting in the back. He drove off towards his apartment and lit a cigarette to clear his clogged mind. Misaki Takahashi was the only thing on his mind as he drove. He wanted that boy, more than he wanted anything else. He was going to make that boy his, he knew it.

Takahashi... That name sounds so familiar...

The man sighed as he carried Suzuki-san into the his large apartment. His apartment was a complete mess and he had always refused when someone suggested a maid. The couple he had would have always tried to make him fall for him. Accidently falling and showing off their underwear under their short skirts, or sometimes slipping ecstasy into his food. One had even hid in his bed until he was dead tired and accidently laid on top of her and she had giggled and tried to force him. He had easily thrown her out of the apartment and told her never to return.

Only thinking of Misaki's name and the many women that tried to rape him he went to his library and pulled a book off the shelf that said "College Yearbook" in cursive. He flipped it open and began hastily flipping through it.

Takahashi...Takahashi...Takahashi...Takahashi!

He found the boy in glasses that had sat at the front of his literature class, the boy he had a crush on for a while during the school period.

"Are they related maybe?" He whispered to himself and face palmed.

The two of them had been best friends and still are. How could he have forgotten his friends name?

"Caught in the moment I guess." The older man growled and slid the book back in it's neat crevice.

He grumbled over to his computer and turned it on, blasting his tired and sticky eyes. He began writing his next novel and then stopped.

Maybe I can ask Takahashi-kun to have Misaki come over and clean?

The image of the boy in a cute maids outfit that was too small popped into the man's mind. The skirt would fly up and reveal and girly pair of panties as the boy twirled. Usami sat in thought and felt himself get stiff uncomfortably.

I don't even know the boy and he turns me on...

Usami quickly grabbed his cell phone and went down to Takahashi's name and clicked CALL. The phone rang for about a minute before someone picked up groggily.

"Hello?" The man on the other end sounded tired and exhausted.

"Did I call at a bad time?" Usami asked, looking over at the clock that read 2:14am.

"No, it's ok. What's up?" The sound of a click came from the other end, probably a light turning on.

"Well you know how you always said you used to have your brother do extra jobs and clean and cook for the elderly that were too busy or couldn't do it themselves?" Usami quickly blurted out.

"Yeah, he still does that, but rarely now since he works at a convenience store. Why?" The man on the other end sounded more alert since his brother was mentioned.

"I am gone from home too much and need someone to clean and cook for me. So basically I need someone to be a stand in wife until I find one." Usami chuckled.

Takahashi laughed lightly, "Ok, gotcha. I'll call Misaki tomorrow and ask him. I'll call you back after that, okay?" Takahashi clicked the light off and slid into bed noisily.

"Yeah, sorry to disturb you." Usami felt slightly bad, but only slightly.

"No problem, I'll contact you tomorrow Usami."

Usami smiled, "Goodnight Takahashi."

"Night."

The men hung up; one went to sleep with the note for his brother stuck against his headboard and the other began writing and wouldn't stop until he was tired. Usami felt his stomach pang and felt a feeling of excitement hit him in it's rare convulsion.

Misaki might come over and be in my house...!

The older man couldn't think anymore. He left his work and turned off his computer screen before grabbing Suzuki-san and slipping his shirt off, heading to his bed. He was finally beginning to get sleepy and it felt unnatural. He smiled as he slid into the bed and covered himself in his duvet and held Suzuki-san close against him. Thinking it was Misaki, imaging the boys small cute body being embraced in his own.

Damn... He's going to completely ruin me...

Then the sleepy Usami went to sleep with a maid Misaki's dancing in his head.

I hope you guys enjoyed! Might write more soon! :)