Sorry I Came Late

His sweat soaked boxers clung onto him in a desperate attempt to cover his arousal from prying eyes. Pants of pleasure escaped his mouth.

"Go ahead, let out those cute sounds you make. No one can hear us."

The deep, familiar and taunting voice nudged him on, only making him more embarrassed. He felt a soft yet hot and sticky tongue slide its way to his nipples, playing with them gently. Sharp teeth came down on the soft and delicate flesh as the tongue wrapped itself around the wound as if apologizing. Those long fingers played with his arousal from underneath the article of clothing as the bodily fluids slid down and onto the fingers.

The voice chuckled," Look, it's soaking through the fabric."

He clenched his fist, unable to move his limbs due to the bindings the other man had given him.

"How did it become like this?"

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Misaki stumbled into the bathroom, suppressing the urge to hurl his stomach into the toilet. It was difficult for him to focus on anything and so he managed to slam against the wall. The large thud alerted the other people within the house.

"Hiro-san, was that you!?"

A muffled moan followed by an answer came from underneath the white sheets.

"Misaki!?"

Misaki sat on the toilet, trying to recall the events of last night. He shuddered at the thought of being discovered by his landlord/lover and conjured up several excuses to prevent himself from being killed. His resilient skin reminded him of the sweat and hot seed that had passed over it recently. The toilet seat clung onto his rear as he got up, desperate for a shower. Finally inside the tub, he twisted the knob in one direction, experimenting with the temperature due to lack of labels.

Water gushed out from the head, spraying all over the pale, sticky skin. Misaki yelped as a result of improper preparations for the bone-chilling liquid. His hands toyed with the knob until he found a neutral temperature in which he could ravish himself in. The tub filled immediately and he intended to stay inside until his whole body became a prune.

Hiroki searched for a cigarette as the memories of yesterday flashed in his head. He wasn't particularly happy about the threesome, mainly because it was with that kid. Ashes dropped onto the blank sheets as his thoughts led him to associate the kid to Usagi whom, if he was correct, would murder them if found out. The clouds still appeared ominous even after pouring all their weight in liquid mercilessly onto the city. Hiroki had a premonition, a feeling that someone was going to die very soon- and it had to do with Usami.

He grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants, putting them on and walking into the living room to check if his lover was still alive and breathing. With each footstep he took, the silence that followed was nerve-wrecking. All at once, he choked as the smoke got into his lungs from hearing someone yell from inside the bathroom. It wasn't deep enough to sound like Nowaki's, but it was definitely a human cry. Foot steps padded against the damp, wooden floor and lead him to a living room, with three plates of food sitting quietly at the table. He remained cautious, even sniffing his food before consuming it. The doorbell jolted the paranoid man from his seat. He opened the door slowly as if expecting a monster to assault him like in horror films. His heart was at ease as he saw his visitor was human.

"Hello, My name's Tsuno Tamaichi. I'm here to-"

He was interrupted by the door slamming shut in his face. His fist knocked on the door once more.

Hiroki opened it, prepared to repel the annoying salesman.

"Look, I'm not interested in buying anything."

"Eh? Ah, sorry. Actually, I'm here on a search for someone named Takahashi Misaki."

Hiroki didn't care who this guy was to Misaki, all he wanted was for the kid to get out of his house.

"I see. Wait here."

Hiroki knocked on the bathroom door, " Someone's here to pick you up." He returned to the living room, discovering the man flipping through the mangas that Usami had given him when they used to hang out on a daily basis.

"Hey what are you doing barging inside someone's home and then poking your nose in their stuff?"

Tamaichi closed the book," You're a fan of Usami-san's works?"

"Fan isn't appropriate, more like they're just commemorations."

"No."

His eyebrows slanted down as he grabbed the book and tossed it behind him.

The water surrounding his soggy body slowly drained away. A white towel skimmed over his skin, absorbing the remaining fluids. Misaki walked outside wrapped in a white towel, searching for his clothings that should've been dried by now. They were folded neatly on top of the dryer. The warmth was faint, but existence as he slipped the clothing onto his cold skin. He rested the towel around his neck as he walked into the living room, surprised to see his only friend there in replacement of Usami.

"Senpai!?"

He hadn't forgotten about what had happened earlier, but they were now on equal terms once they sorted things out.

"Ah, Misaki. Let's go."

He grabbed Misaki by the arm and silently waved bye to Hiroki before closing the door.

"Hey, senpai. Where are we going?"

He put on the shoes that were handed to him and followed Tamaichi curiously.

"Usami-san asked me to search for you. He was quite worried. I mean, it would be bad if something bad happened to you, right?"

His smile seemed to pure, almost as if it was concealing hidden motives.

"I guess."

Misaki's sixth sense told him that there was something going on, and that he was once again the victim.

"So then, let's have fun around town before Usami comes home, okay? We can go meet him at the airport too."

Misaki easily pushed away thoughts that contained situations in which this good day could've been ruined. The sky was bright, the clouds passing by were pure and white, and the whole entire city seemed to have been washed and polished as the everything became vibrant and lively. Nothing could ruin such a perfect day.

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Usami crossed one leg over the other, biting nervously at his pencil, a habit which he picked up recently due to stress from separation of his lover. He couldn't focus on the manuscript at hand, whom Aikawa pushed him by spamming his inbox with messages. He just couldn't relax, in spite of the first class treatment and seating. Everywhere he looked, he saw Misaki's face. He mistook the flight attendant for Misaki, ready to pounce before realizing that she was too tall to be his lover.

A heavy sigh escaped his mouth and heart. He wouldn't be able to control himself once he got home and saw his face. The fabric around his growing arousal tightened as he thought about the dirty things he would do to Misaki. Just then, the intercom turned on, notifying the people on board of the arrival time.

"Due to an approaching storm, we will be heading off course to avoid any injuries. Sorry for the inconvenience, we will be arrive two hours later than usual. Thank you for your patience."

His finger nails dug into the seat as the thought of waiting two more hours to release himself haunted his mind. He dialed his phone to see if he could contact Misaki, but there was interference.

"Damn storm!"

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

The house returned to its quiet and motionless self. Everything seemed to become a staute save for the man lying on the couch. His chest heaving up and down with each breath he took seemed completely out of place. He invited the busy children's doctor to a date around town, inspired by Misaki and Tamaichi. Although it was something he scarcely did, he was sure that Nowaki would over react and love him back ten folds. Something was bugging him, a feeling like he had to do something; but what?

Just then, the phone vibrated.

[Sorry. Can't today. Busy with more work. I'll be home late so please eat dinner without me.]

"Oh well."

He was relieved yet set aback when this newfound information intruded on his plan. It would be embarrassing to go out with Nowaki, but at the same time, he felt like it would be all right since Nowaki would be there to help him endure the embarrassment. Loneliness only encouraged him to behaved strangely, and so he ended up acting accordingly. He became aroused as he remembered what happened last night, and for the first time, he didn't feel like a complete uke during sex. His hands fumbled undereath his shirt as he pleasured himself. Perspiration ensued as the combination of rubbing and imagining Nowaki servicing him turned him on.

The burning itch inside of him drove him crazy. Fingers slid down his shaft and continued below his sack until they found a moist, pink hole. He pressed the fingers inside himself in attempt to soothe his desires. His arousal dripped with the white fluids, like a dam ready to burst. His teeth crushed down against his lips as he fought back moans and groans. The sofa soaked up his sweat as he pumped himself into ecstasy. He reached climax, ribbons of hot liquid shooting into the air before coming down on his chest. Panting with breath, lungs dying for air, consciousness failing.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Senpai! Behind you!"

The two men were playing inside an arcade, shooting away the evil cannibalistic zombies.

[ GAME OVER ]

"Damn it. We were so close too!"

Tamaichi felt his pockets," Ah, I'm all out of change."

Misaki placed the gun back into its slot,"Let's go eat. Im hungry."

"Usami-san should be arriving soon."

Misaki pleaded," Aww, c'mon. Can we at least get stuff at the airport?"

Tamaichi frowned," Prices are really expensive there."

"Then it's decided. We'll stop by a restaurant close to the airport and then walk there once we're full."

He walked out the door, calling for a taxi and motioning for Tamaichi to enter. They sat silently inside the car. Misaki amused himself by staring outside the window, searching for anything of interest and marking it for future date references.

Tamaichi reclined himself against the seat and found Misaki more amusing than their surroundings. His phone finally rang and the soothing voice of Usami spoke.

"Ah, yes Misaki? He's with me. Fine. Yeah. Oh, I see. Okay," He spoke on the phone with one hand, reaching out with the other to remind his kouhai to buckle up, and as he did the car came to a screeching halt.

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Usami heard the screeching noise from the phone and then he was cut off. Many attempts of contacting the other resulted unfavorably and left him hanging. His hopes of hearing Misaki's voice once more were crushed to dust. Something caught his attention as the news station that was playing displayed a massive chain car crash within the vicinity of the air port.

"It would appear that a large gasoline truck came into contact with a police car in pursuit of a criminal. It resulted in several confirmed casualties, and two confirmed deaths. Sources say that they have not finished doing a body count, so we should expect these numbers to rise. In other news..."

A piercing pain shot through his chest. Just the thought of Misaki being one of the casualties or deaths would be enough to make his whole head white. Thousands of prayers were said in an attempt to guard his beloved. He despised the fact that all he could do was wait for the pilot to reach the airport. Just then, a brilliant idea came up.

" Hm, we were close enough to receive the local signal for the broadcasting within xx city. So, that means we must be over xx now."

He called for a flight attendant.

"Do we carry parachutes in the plane?"

"Uh, yes sir. But it's strictly prohibited-"

"Where?"

"Sir, we cannot allow our passenger to take them unless in a case of emergency."

His demeaning aura pressured her," Where are they?" His presence terrified the poor girl into submission.

She pointed a shaky finger into a plastic box,"Th-there."

He strapped on the parachute, and was already headed for the emergency exit.

"S-sir, please don't-"

"Close the door as soon as I'm off."

There wasn't time for an argument as he was already miles below the plane."

The alarm went off as she slammed the door shut, explaining to her superiors that a mad man from the first class just went overboard.

"Please be okay Misaki. I'm coming for you."

He unleashed the plastic bag and began his descending upon the crash site. He couldn't fall faster, otherwise he would've. The air rushing pass him seemed to make his face and hands go numb. He ungracefully landed in the intersection in which the crash happened, firefighters seemed to be confused at the giant plastic bag covering the flames. He made his way to where the ambulances were stopping by, speaking to the people in charge if they had found Misaki.

The woman scanned her clipboard," Ah, no. No one under that name has been reported injured, sir. Sorry."

"Damn it. They're useless!"

Usami yelled out for Misaki desperately, feeling himself crumble up inside. The police officers hindered his search and brought him out of the area. He wandered mindlessly, saying only Misaki's name before finally resting on a bench. Exhaustion overcame him and he rested silently and alone on the bench.

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"What the hell was that for?" Tamaichi complained as the car went to a swerve and ran into a tree. His phone flew out of his hand shut close.

[Call Ended.]

Misaki budged as he got out of the car, feeling an ache on his head. He rubbed his neck tiringly," Oww."

"Are you okay Misaki?"

"Man, Usami-san's going to murder me!"

"Yeah."

"Ah, let's get some ice cream, okay? Don't tell Usami-san."

Misaki followed Tamaichi, bracing himself as a large sound exploded from an area behind him. They turned around to see sparks and flames and rather than being attracted to the commotion, they continued on their purchase for frozen yogurt.

"Let's stop by the park, it's going to be crowded with all those people running over there."

"Yeah." He lapped his tongue around the sweet vanilla ice cream, licking sloppily.

"You've got some on you." Tamaichi produced a napkin and wiped his face, coming to a halt as he saw a familiar author sitting on a nearby bench.

"What's wrong?" Misaki dropped his cone as he saw it too.

"Usami-san?" They said in unison. Both men rushed over and confirmed their suspicion. Misaki sat to his left and Tamaichi sat to Misaki's left, waiting patiently for Usami to awaken.

"I wonder if the crash was related to Usami. His plane should have just arrived after all. What's he doing here? He came extra early because he wanted to see me? Never! He probably had to turn in work early or something. Stop having selfish thoughts!"

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Usami's eyes focused on the familiar face of his lover. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that it was not another illusion. He didn't say another word, called a taxi and shoved Misaki inside. He paid the driver double to get them home a.s.a.p. Tamaichi seemed saddened as they ditched him.

Usami did not look at Misaki, unlocked the door and pushed him inside. Before Misaki could recover, he was picked up and carried upstairs into Usami's bedroom.

"Wh-what are you doing Usami?"

"I return finally, and that's all I get? No, ' Welcome home Usami-san!' ?"

Sweat dampened his clothing as their bodies attatched to one another. Usami had already undressed Misaki, racishing his body with his tongue.

"Nngh. No-Stop. Usa-Usami!"

Usami kissed his abdomen," Please don't say that. I'm already at my limit. You'd be surprised at how happy I am to see you right now."

Misaki felt something long and ahrd pressing against his arousal.

"I think I do know just how happy you are to see me."

Usami tied up Misaki's hands with a leather belt and pressed his arms against the bed.

"What? Untie me! Ah."

The mixture of pain and pleasure was intense. His mind soon became numb and allowed his body to react on its own. Usami bit the elastic waistband of Misaki's undergarments and slowly pried them off, letting go as it contacted the base of his arousal.

His sweat soaked boxers clung onto him in a desperate attempt to cover his arousal from prying eyes. Pants of pleasure escaped his mouth.

"Go ahead, let out those cute sounds you make. No one can hear us."

The deep, familiar and taunting voice nudged him on, only making him more embarrassed. He felt a soft yet hot and sticky tongue slide its way to his nipples, playing with them gently. Sharp teeth came down on the soft and delicate flesh as the tongue wrapped itself around the wound as if apologizing. Those long fingers played with his arousal from underneath the article of clothing as the bodily fluids slid down and onto the fingers.

The voice chuckled," Look, it's soaking through the fabric."

He clenched his fist, unable to move his limbs due to the bindings the other man had given him. Usami's lifted up his legs, preparing Misaki.

He frowned in discontent," Someone entered you recently. I won't allow that."

From that point on, Usami's actions were fueled by more passion, or aggression as far as Misaki's considered.

"Look, it's literally sucking me in. What a slutty body."

Usami pushed in deeper, letting his full length inside before pulling out, barely enough but leaving his head still within the hot cavern. He slammed himself inside, repeating the process until he drove Misaki into pure bliss, shooting his hot seed all over himself and the bed sheets. Usami reached down and grabbed Misaki's manhood, pumping it in time to the thrusts. He was ready to come, shocked when he saw Misaki come for the second time. The thought was too much for him, and the walls around him tightened even more. One final thrust and he released himself inside of Misaki, pulling out as he helped clean his lover.

The two men indulged themselves in sleep, anticipating tomorrow.

A/N: After much contemplation I decided to write one more chapter! It contains a little more smut than I'm used to so hopefully you guys will enjoy it? =D

The events kinda played out on their own. I went kinda add-lib with this one :3 Please R&R ^_^