The great Usami, author of the greatest of works…waiting on his editor to reread and reject another of his epiphanies. He furrows his brow and watches her impatiently as she reads. This one had come to him last night after making love to Misaki.
"N-not…there…U-Usagi…" The great lord of love looks down at his partner for life. Bed sheets in disarray, the last of the pillows dangling between life and death at the edge of the mattress, and Misaki's slim body naked and ripe for Usami's taking. He smiles, licking his lips, his hand reaching below him to grab onto Misaki. The college student gasps, his breath still in his mouth as another one of Usami's tricks gets his traitorous body riled up. He looks away, the bangs shifting over his fluttering eyes and his utter embarrassment as Usami pushes into him while still keeping a gentle grip on him…
"Hmm…" His editor flips a page, setting the other one down. A twitch from his eyebrow, an internal 'tick' ringing in the poor author's brain.
"Nnghh…gyahh!" Misaki fails to clench his teeth shut, close his eyes, turn off the events happening right at this moment. A part of him trickles down but Usami is there to catch it between the crevices of Misaki. Misaki turns away, as if that could somehow stop this man from doing anything more to him. His aching body turns away from the great lord, trying to sway the man into giving up on his lovemaking…
"Plea…se…Usagi-san… It hurts, please not now…" Misaki cringes, his body tightening up again at the touch of the man laying above him. His nipples harden, rebelling against their master. Usami smiles, leaning down again. Mouth open, he tugs…gently at first, then his lips hug around his young partner. Back and forth…switching from slow to fast, his hands caressing Misaki from the top until the boy lets out another adorable sound; music to the man's ears. A stream of Misaki tumbles into his mouth, sweet and seductive…hot and arousing…Misaki and his love. He rises, Misaki inside and out of him, swaying beneath him and loving him in his mouth.
"…Hmm… Well this does sound very interesting and all, but it's missing something," Aikawa says, her eyes gazing back at the sketches. "This idea seems a bit dry. Right here when Misaki says, 'I'll let you do anything to me, but…' you haven't fully grasped the character. This is the same as what you showed me two months ago. The only difference is that he was locked in the ferris wheel." Usami's editor sighs happily, thinking about the ferris wheel scene. "I'm sorry, but these are too much the same thing…there's no flavor to these stories."
Usami grits his teeth, his irritation getting the best of him. Misaki…that's all he was thinking about right now… He should still be upstairs right where he left him…
"U-Usagi… The…door… You should get it," Misaki says, each breath containing a word, as if it is too hard to say all in one go. His body shivers, out of gas and exhausted from the long night of what he calls torture. While he did ask the great lord not to overdo it, his attempts to persuade the man had gone disastrous.
Usami lightly kisses Misaki, whispering that he will back soon and out he goes, closing the door behind him. He turns, the door or the stairs…Misaki or his nosy editor… He sighs, his feet hitting the stairs with angry thuds.
His wrists become sore again, struggling against the cloth wrapped tightly around him. How dare Usagi leave him in this state? I wasn't going to run or anything…ah! Misaki flinches, his lower back aching. The boy wriggles against the restraints, the bedpost creaking behind him, as if also feeling his pain. The anxiety pounds into him, his sweat already cold from his fear…the fear of Usagi returning and taking Misaki again until the next time Aikawa comes knocking.
When I get out of this, I'll…I'll take him over instead! Then he won't mess with me again and he'll listen when I tell him to stop. A low chuckle escapes Misaki, his thoughts setting in motion the plans. With new hope and an eye for a different kind of revenge, he struggles harder to break free; ignoring the slight ache in his wrists, the cold nakedness he feels as a small draft enters from under the door, the cracks of exhaustion glowing in his body. Finally, he unravels the sheets chaining him to the bedpost. Rising from the bed, flinching left and right from the invisible bruises, Misaki wobbles to the door, dodging a toy train and hopping over the shadowy toys that seem to haunt this room. He will never understand how a grown man would feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room full of kids' toys.
He drags the sheet closer to him, covering his cold body. His feet shake underneath him, but his revenge will be here soon and then he can finally get some rest…Finally he can lay down on his own bed, his soft and warm and comforting and consoling bed. There'd be no Usagi next to him, loving him, confessing to him in that velvety voice right in his ear… No Usagi to do with me as he pleases and ignoring me, no Usagi to… Misaki's eyes grow heavy. No, not yet…he hasn't gotten his revenge yet… He was going to be the one on top, the one who was going to make Usagi beg for his life, the one…who…
"U…sa…gi…san…" The door opens just as Misaki's feet cave under him, the exhaustion coiling around his body like a serpent. The great lord Usami catches the falling boy, his voice thick and murky against Misaki's ears. He was unable to have his revenge, but there was always tomorrow…
The great Usami, author of bestselling novels and eye catching love stories is in a terrible bind. His editor rejecting another Usami-making-love-to-Misaki idea, there is nothing else he could think of, but waiting for his next chance at another great idea means waiting for his young lover to wake up...