Usagi moaned. He snuggled his face into the pillow. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

"You're not bad at this. Just wait until I get my hands on you."

His voice was a low seductive growl. He reached back and groped around blindly for Misaki's body. The young man skillfully dodged and continued to firmly knead his Seme's muscles.

"Enough of that! You know, if you weren't always doing weird things to me in the most unconventional settings, you wouldn't have thrown out your back in the first place."

Usagi raised an eyebrow. He mentally replayed their little encounter in the elevator and his anatomy definitely responded.

"Oh? What kind of 'things' have I been doing to you?"

Misaki's face flared beet red. His left eye twitched slightly and he brought his arms in to his chest.

"You know what I mean!" He muttered through his teeth.

Usagi continued his cat and mouse game mercilessly.

"No, I am completely in the dark. You're going to have to elaborate."

Misaki brought a small fist down on the middle of Usagi's spine. Usagi left out an "oomf".

"Don't play dumb with me, you pervert! I am not going to say that kind of stuff out loud!"

Usagi abruptly sat up catching Misaki off guard. With a quick maneuver he had Misaki pinned. He loomed over him. He would not look away from Misaki's lips as he licked his own.

"In that case I'll just have to settle for a demonstration."

Misaki couldn't fight him. He couldn't move. His brain was divided. On the one hand he wanted nothing more than to be under Usagi's control and have him take him right there. However the intensity was often overwhelming. Misaki had never known it was possible to feel this much. Usagi had the ability to set his entire nervous system on fire with just a light stroke in the right place.

"U…Usagi-san…I" He was cut off midsentence. He could not speak or think with Usagi's hands where they currently were.

"You know it won't be much longer before you say it."

"Say…what?"

"That you love me."

Misaki spluttered and choked.

"Life is not like one of your stories. You can't just force that out of a guy whenever you wish to hear it."

Usagi squeezed him and a slight yelp escaped Misaki's throat.

"Oh, I won't be forcing you. It will become overwhelming and your confession will just burst from you."

Misaki started to groan but tried to suppress it. This only encouraged Usagi to increase his level of intensity.

"Do not hold back when you're with me."

With a mild amount of self-consciousness, he gave Usagi what he wanted. It was secretly what Misaki wanted too. He actually enjoyed panting into Usagi's ear and giving voice to his darkest thoughts. There was something very liberating about being so exposed and so honest. As the sweat rolled off their backs he realized these times between the sheets with Usagi were the moments he felt most alive.

You're right, Usagi-san he thought to himself as he gazed down at the top of Usagi's head. One day I will confess it – all of it. I am not going to make it easy for you though.

The ticking clock was the only sound in the room. Usagi and Misaki lay beside each other spent. It was starting to get late. Misaki would need to get some sleep. He still had classes the following day. He was also starting at his new part time job. He was tired of having Usagi pay for everything and not be able to contribute.

Usagi propped himself up on some pillows and reached for his cigarettes. He placed one between his lips and muttered under his breath as he fiddled with his lighter. Misaki narrowed his eyes and rolled away from him.

"You know that it isn't good for you."

"Oh? You're concerned about my health now?"

"No! I'm right in the room with you though. You might be an old man but I still have my whole life ahead of me."

Usagi ruffled his hair playfully.

"Old man? I am still very much in my prime. I just demonstrated that to you after all. However, if you're requesting an encore that can easily be arranged."

"Um, no thanks. That won't be necessary."

Usagi looked down at the still unlit smoke in his hand and thought for a moment. He placed it back in the pack.

"If it truly bothers you then I won't do it anymore."

Misaki was speechless. Usagi was a stubborn mule who yielded to no man.

"You really mean it? You're going to quit…for me?"

"No. I will start sneaking them on the balcony for you."

Misaki rolled his eyes. He should have known better. Yet he had to admit a step is a step. Usagi pulled aside his covers and stood. Misaki tried not to stare as the moonlight illuminated his impressive figure.

"Where are you going?" He tried not to sound too interested.

"I think I'll do a little bit of writing before turning in. I feel inspired."

He's going to use what just happened in his story! Misaki fumed silently from his nest of bedding. I really fucking hate him sometimes.

The comforter was pulled up to his neck and bunched under his chin. Once Usagi had finished tucking him in he kissed him softly on the forehead.

"Goodnight."

"….night."

Journal entry 78: It is currently 12:30am.A light has just switched on in the study. He appears to be at his desk. The other one is still in the bedroom. Tomorrow night will be the perfect time. Before this goes any further, action must be taken.