A/N: Misaki will be a little bit more...compliant when it comes to requests made by Yuuri and Usagi. Not too much, but enough I think for him to be a little bit OOC. Hopefully, not too much though. I hope you enjoy.
Misaki froze once he walked into the room. He looked back to the other room to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating. He blinked a couple of times before he let his eyes get back into focus. Once he was sure that he wasn't dreaming, he turned back around only to scowl in disgust.
It was as if he had stepped into another world. Instead of the innocent, airy atmosphere in the other room, this room was the complete opposite. There were chains hanging from the wall, toys lining the shelves, and erotic clothing were lying on tables neatly arranged around the room. All in all, it was as if he had stepped into his own personal hell.
"So, how do you like it?"
Misaki jumped and turned around. Yuuri was smirking behind him, leaning against the door. Misaki composed himself and glared at his friend.
"What the hell is this? Why is this kind of...stuff here?" Misaki exclaimed.
Yuuri stared at Misaki in shock. "I can't have this kind of stuff in the front. That would repel potential customers," Yuuri stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Misaki stared at his friend in shock, slightly hoping that the other was joking. When he saw that Yuuri was completely serious, Misaki brought a hand to his head and sighed. He was surrounded by idiots. A bunch of perverted idiots.
Misaki shook his head and looked around for Akihiko. However, there was no sight of Usagi anywhere and that slightly worried Misaki for several reasons. One, that probably meant that Usagi was planning buying something perverted; two, it meant that he wouldn't know what Usagi would be buying until they got home; and three, everything that Usagi bought would more than likely be used on him. Misaki slumped in defeat.
"I'm never going to make it out of here alive," Misaki thought to himself.
"Hey Misaki! Is this something that you and your boyfriend would like?" Yuuri asked while holding up a vibrator.
"PUT THAT DOWN! I WOULD NEVER EVEN THINK ABOUT USING SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Misaki shouted.
Yuuri pouted and placed the vibrator back on the table. "Man, you're so picky. You need to loosen up some, Misaki. Okay, what about these?"
Yuuri was holding a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a blindfold in the other. Misaki felt the vein in his head start to twitch again and he growled in annoyance. Yuuri took that as a sign and put both of the items back where he found them. The two of them locked eyes with each other before Misaki moved his gaze to something that had been catching his attention ever since he walked into the room. Yuuri tilted his head in confusion before following his friend's gaze. His eyes widened before a smirk came to his face.
"I didn't know you were that kinky, Misaki," Yuuri commented slyly.
"SHUT UP! It just caught my attention is all...," Misaki tried to explain.
Yuuri picked up a lone maid's outfit that happened to be lying around on the table. Yuuri hummed in approval and held it up to Misaki's body. His eyes widened before he grinned.
"I had no idea you would look good in maid's outfit. Here, go try it on," Yuuri said.
He threw the maid's outfit towards Misaki, how caught it without any problems. He looked down at the outfit before looking back up at Yuuri. His friend pointed towards a hall way that Misaki knew was not there when he walked into the room. He looked back at Yuuri, who had an unreadable expression on his face.
"Just walk down the hall, take a left, and you'll see the dressing room," Yuuri explained.
Misaki opened his mouth to protest but he stopped himself before he could say anything. If he didn't voluntarily put on the outfit, then Yuuri would probably put it on him himself. Or worse, he would convince Usagi to put it on him- not that the author would need persuading to do something like that. And something told him that putting on the maid outfit, while it would take away some of his dignity, would be much better than dealing with either of the perverts.
Sighing, Misaki began making his way towards the hallway. There was only one light illuminating the long hall but it was still relatively easy for Misaki to see where he was going. Up ahead, he saw a lone hallway on the left. He turned and walked down the hall. Almost immediately, he saw a door at the end. Reaching out, Misaki's hand curled around the handle. He pulled open the door and walked inside only to freeze.
Akihiko was standing in the dressing room, buttoning up shirt. He looked up with wide eyes at Misaki. Akihiko saw Misaki carrying something and looked down. A gasp pasted through his lips as he instantly recognized the clothing. Misaki followed Usagi's gaze and stilled as he realized that the author realized what he was holding. Misaki dropped the maid's outfit in a rush and started to run out of the dressing room. However, Akihiko's instincts were faster than his.
Misaki stopped dead when he saw Akihiko's hand slamming the door shut. He turned back around and watched Akihiko with wide eyes. The author bent down until his breath was mingling with Misaki's. The student bowed his head to avoid the author's eyes. Akihiko chuckled when he saw Misaki's eyes fluttering and his cheeks flushing red.
"You really need to stop trying to seduce me Misaki," Usagi growled out.
Misaki gulped and tried to move away from Akihiko, but to no avail. The author moved his other hand so that Misaki was trapped. The student shivered at Usagi's gaze, which seemed to stare right through him. He lowered his gaze, which ended up being a bad choice, since he was now staring straight at Usagi's erection. Misaki's face flushed red for about the hundredth time today and he quickly moved his eyes back up to Usagi's face.
Misaki's breath caught in his throat as their eyes locked with each other. A recognizable heat was blazing in Akihiko's eyes and it made Misaki feel a little bit hotter. He started to squirm where he was standing and he never noticed the smirk that came to Akihiko's face.
Misaki gasped as he was suddenly thrown across Usagi's shoulder. He looked back and tried to say something but the emotions shining in Usagi's eyes stopped him dead. He blinked a couple of times before he found himself being slung on a bed that he never noticed was in the dressing room. His head snapped up and he nearly squealed as Akihiko jumped on top of him.
Akihiko's lips suddenly collided with his and Misaki was unable to stop the groan that escaped his lips. His eyes were wide in shock and Akihiko's eyes were staring right back at his. Misaki shivered and unconsciously moved closer to Usagi's body. Akihiko growled in the kiss and moved his hand up to the back of Misaki's head, effectively holding him in place. His other hand moved up under Misaki's shirt.
Misaki whimpered in the kiss and placed his hands on Usagi's chest. But instead of pushing him away like he thought he would do, he ended up grabbing onto the author's shirt. He moaned when he felt Usagi's fingertips grazing his nipples softly. His eyes shut tightly when the author's fingers twisted one of his small nubs, making it start to pebble.
Usagi chuckled and suddenly pinched Misaki's nipple harshly. The other hissed in slight pain and Akihiko took his as his chance, slipping his tongue into the student's mouth. Misaki's eyes snapped open in shock before he started to push on Usagi's chest. However, the author didn't seem to feel his attempts to escape and continued to tease at Misaki's chest.
Misaki's resistance was starting to dwindle when he felt Usagi's tongue start to twirl around his. He shut his legs, trying to keep the author from seeing his predicament. However, Akihiko had already seen his arousal and he wasn't about to let Misaki get away from him now that he had him where he wanted him. Removing his hand from the back of Misaki's head, Akihiko moved his hand down to Misaki's knees.
Misaki flinched when he felt Usagi's sly fingers making patterns on his knee. He clenched his legs together tighter and he whimpered softly. Unable to control himself anymore, Usagi ripped Misaki's legs apart and started to grope Misaki's erection through his pants.
"I must say, you two are extremely hot together."
Akihiko and Misaki broke apart and looked around the room. Misaki recognized Yuuri's voice and he shielded his body away in embarrassment. However, nothing in the room seemed out of order. Akihiko just shrugged his shoulders and started to make his way back over to Misaki. The student's eyes widened as he saw something in the corner of the room.
"Wait Usagi-san! What's that?" Misaki asked nervously while pointing towards the corner.
Akihiko sighed and looked at the corner. His eyes widened as he saw a camera focused directly on the both of them. His eyes narrowed before he stood up. Ignoring the fact that he as still aroused, Akihiko walked over to the camera. He looked at it with a glare.
"You don't look very handsome when you frown like that Usami-san," Yuuri said.
Misaki walked over to where Usagi was and he looked into the camera too. A look of outrage was present on his face. "You...were intending to filming us?" Misaki shouted in anger.
"Of course not. I had this camera installed long before you two came into the shop," Yuuri remarked.
"That's the same damn thing," Misaki thought to himself.
"And what exactly do you plan on doing with the tape once we've finished?" Akihiko asked with an indistinguishable tone.
"Why, I'd give it to you of course. What use do I have of such a tape, especially one that has my best friend losing his innocence to his lover?" Yuuri pointed out as if it were obvious.
Akihiko nodded his head. "Alight, then it is alright if you record-"
"WHO THE HELL SAID IT WAS ALRIGHT? I SURE AS HELL DIDN'T!" Misaki shouted while punching Usagi in the arm.
"I did, so it's alright," Akihiko said simply.
Misaki felt his eye start to twitch. "Why must you think that you can have whatever you want just because you have a lot of money?" Misaki asked in his head.
While he was occupied with his thoughts, Misaki never noticed Akihiko setting up the camera in an angle that would capture everything. His head snapped up when he felt Akihiko's hand suddenly grab his lower back, pulling them close together. Misaki looked up at the author in shock and horror.
"We're really going to do...THAT? While Yuuri is recording us?" Misaki asked in anxiety.
Akihiko smirked and nodded his head. "Of course. I think it'll be interesting to see how Misaki acts while being recorded. And anyway-" Usagi trailed his hand down until he was cradling Misaki's arousal in the palm of his hand. "-it seems like you aren't deterred by the idea."
Misaki shook his head rapidly. "No! I will NOT have...sex...with you while we're being taped!"
"Then you leave me no choice," Akihiko answered mysteriously.
Akihiko took out something from behind him and grabbed both of Misaki's wrists in his hands. He moved Misaki's arms up until they were over his head and near the headboard. Misaki felt something cold touch his skin before the sound of something locking could be heard throughout the room. Misaki lifted his head up to see what the author was doing and his eyes widened.
"What the hell? Why'd you handcuff me to the headboard?" Misaki asked.
"It'll be more pleasurable for Misaki if he were to just relax," Akihiko pointed out.
"HOW CAN I RELAX WHEN YOU'VE HANDCUFFED ME TO THE HEADBOARD?" Misaki shouted out.
"Just...relax," Usagi whispered before he kissed Misaki deeply.
Misaki closed his eyes and tried to resist the temptation of kissing Usagi back. Akihiko must have been expecting this though, because Misaki suddenly gasped in pleasure as his erection was freed from his jeans. The author's fingers played with the head softly, collecting the pre-cum that had started to pool in the opening. He lifted his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licked his fingers, a seductive gleam in his eyes.
Misaki shivered as his eyes caught Usagi's. His eyes moved over to where the camera was at and his eyes widened before he shut his eyes. He felt his cock get even harder and his nipples started to harden. He knew that Usagi was looking at him, but he couldn't bare to look at the other man's lustful gaze. Not without losing control.
"I had no idea you were into this kind of thing Misaki," Akihiko groaned out.
Misaki just shook his head in disagreement. If he opened his mouth, he was afraid that he would moan. So instead, he just bit into his lip and held back any moans that threatened to come out of his mouth.
He suddenly felt Usagi's hand cup his face and Misaki opened his eyes slowly. The author was smirking at him and Misaki felt his heart skip a beat. Akihiko bent down and captured Misaki's lips in a kiss. Misaki groaned and opened his mouth slightly to let Akihiko's tongue inside. Their tongues intertwined with each other, mapping out each other's mouth.
Akihiko separated himself from Misaki before resting his forehead against Misaki's. Their eyes stared at each other before a familiar gleam entered Usagi's eyes.
"I think it's time I take this up a notch," Akihiko said in a rough voice.
A/N: I know I'm a horrible person to leave it hanging right here. I'll probably get bashed for this but I will have the next chapter up soon (hopefully later today or tomorrow).
