Misaki slowly awoke from a dreamless sleep, unusually peaceful, yet familiar... Usagi's toned and muscular arm lay collapsed across Misaki's chest, reminding him of exactly what had happened last night...
Holding his cold hands towards his cheeks to soothe the redness that had been a result of his own memories, he glanced at his watch. "Crap" He gasped in the quietest whisper he could manage. It was 7 exactly, not only was Usagi due to be up any second,(and Misaki did not want to hang around for that) his Literature class started in one hour AND he needed to make breakfast! He gently raised Usagi's arm and moved from beneath it. While slipping out the door being sure not to make a sound, his lover rolled and let out a loud "Arrfhfhfhfgg" but returns to sleep peacefully and perfectly - Misaki continues to escape form his lustful boudoir, but he cant help but steal a moment of bliss. Simply watching him.
He makes his way to the kitchen, while hurriedly making breakfast, the door opens. Usagi's long, deathly face appears... "You'll be late" He calls in his 'gentlest' morning voice. "This is your fault BAKA" he retaliates, waving his chopsticks in the air. He realized that was a mistake just moments before Usagi's icy lavender eyes focus directly on him, like a hawk upon its prey...
While Usagi's arms tightly gripped Misaki's shoulders, his arms flailed "Its going to burn. Do you like burned egg? Do you?" It was pointless, over the past few months Usagi had realized just how well his lover could multi-task. As his large hands stroked his petite frame all over, Misaki managed to plate up the food and entertain Usagi at the same time.
They sat. They ate, for a few moments they were like any other household.
"I'M GOING TO BE LATE" exclaimed Misaki as he exited the house.
"I love you" called out Usagi after his lovers exit. Maybe he didn't hear me. Usagi's disappointment showed.
As the tall, handsome man relaxed deeply into the sofa cushions he wondered about his lover's true intentions... does he love me? His insecure thoughts were to much to handle; he retired to the 'small' study. Of-course it was a spacious room with storage compartments, a large desk, a computer, office chair AND two spear futons stacked in the corner. Usagi had obviously lead a more privileged life than Misaki, who often commented on its size.
Usagi hunched over the large wooden desk and withdrew a pen, and released his thoughts of pure sin on paper.
Misaki's lustful eyes opened as he awoke. While Usagi was still sleeping, his lover's desires overwhelmed any morel instinct he had. His gentle feminine hands caressed his skin, softly arousing the sleeping man's body. His chest constricted with pleasure, before he had even woken fully. Usagi's cool hand ruffled the enthusiastic boys hair. Before he had time to blink Misaki had launched with all his weight on top of him. His delicate slender body pressed as close to his lover as physically possible. Pressing his lips firmly upon his, their tongues met and danced with each other as pure electrical wave ran though them. Usagi's strong muscled arms rolled them over so he could be in control; pushing himself close to Misaki's naked body...
Before he could even decide to addit to his large repertoire of BL novels his face came to rest on his hand, he fell fast, into sweet, undisturbable sleep.
"I'm home" Misaki's voice resounded throughout the unbelievably large apartment.
Usagi shuffled together his scraps of paper and returned to his sleeping position.
The young boy, slightly confused by the silence, began to approach the study, without thinking he lunged into the room. Suddenly, a thought (he wished he'd had it just 30 seconds before) popped into his head When Usagi is working, he is always in a foul mood... Not being able to rewind, he held his breath as he continued the motion.
Once the door was completely open, Misaki was shocked to find Usagi's sleeping figure in the chair sprawled across the desk. He hadn't even woken from the light which was cast in from the door. Why on earth has he closed the curtains? Misaki thought, while he was contemplating whether to wake him up - but decided (for his own safety) not to. He pulled down a pink blanket from the shelf, it was patterned with Suzuki bear heads... and it was also Usagi's favourite.
As Misaki stretched his arms wide around the hard-working authors body... The beast that lay in wait... Pounced.
In a matter of seconds, Misaki was on the floor, pinned underneath his lover. "I love you" Usagi said, staring deep into Misaki's beautiful emerald eyes. "No you don't!" retaliated his young lover, with so much force and determination that Usagi became immobile. He picked himself up, opened the door and left. Misaki followed soon after, however Usagi was nowhere to be seen...It didn't take him long to realise that Usagi had gone to his room. To sulk.
Misaki got strait into his choirs, brought in the washing that had been drying out on the balcony, changed Suzuki's bow and began to make dinner. Misaki's amazing cooking ability meant that within an hour the food was ready, everything looked fabulous and was presented on the table as a perfect, traditional, Japanese dinner.
He checked the clock that was high on the wall - 6:00... He checked it again 6:00... and for the third time 6:01. Usagi should have been down, he promised on the day he welcomed him in, that they would eat together, every evening. It may have only been for Onii-Chan's peace of mind, but it was a promise none the less.
"USAGIIII" His voice was angry. A handsome yet sad face appeared around the corner of his bedroom door, "Dinner." Usagi had never heard Misaki's voice so cold. This was colder, angrier and harsher, than he had ever heard before. And it scared him.
Silence echoed around the spacious dining area. "Look..."
He took a deep breath and suppressed his tears.
"It was a promise you made to Onii-san. I shouldn't have to remind you" Misaki snapped. He was obviously upset, but Usagi had been preoccupied with his own worries.
"I love you and wouldn't miss dinner with you for anything" Misaki blushed but could not falter now. "Why were you late?"
"At some time you have got to tell me?" He protested, His large Icy eyes transfixed upon Misaki's.
To this Misaki simply looked puzzled. "I love you Misaki" Usagi repeated.
"Usagi... I... Lo.. Like you a lot. But I've never been in love"
Usagi looked to the ceiling and smiled thank goodness.
Usagi Stood up trying to look less over the moon then he actually was. As little Usagi's did cartwheels in his head. He circled the table clockwise, knelt behind Misaki's chair and rested his chin on his lovers thin slender shoulder. Misaki laughed nervously and contemplated getting up, but decided against it as Usagi looked... Happy, relieved and... Handsome, very handsome.
What came next slightly surprised Misaki. "I love you. I will tell you this every single day, until you are ready to accept your feelings." and with that Usagi closed his lavender eyes and kissed Misaki's cheek. His lips were warm soft and tender on his face, it reminded him of all the things Usagi did for him, how much he cared for him and how loving this man could really be. "I... Think... I could maybe, possibly... Be... In love with you too Usagi-san"