This was probably the most ridiculous thing he'd ever done...

How did he even get convinced to do this in the first place?!

He scratched at his legs, these stockings were really chafing, how did girls handle wearing these things?

Misaki leant back against the thin wall, he could hear the muffled sounds of angry men on the other side. He understood the need for a recon mission but did they really have to have a meeting at a maid hotel.

These were really macho mob bosses, don't they have a reputation to uphold?

Sigh, he'd have to go in there soon. He gripped the round tray in his hands, he felt almost naked without his bat or skateboard.

The heels weren't helping him either.

Ah there was the bell, they wanted more parfaits or something, for druglords they really had a thing for ice cream.

He shuffled a little to get the right balance on his shoes when he was pulled back from behind, a familiar hand clamped over his mouth.

"Fancy meeting you here Mi~sa~ki~"

"Mmmmph!" he twisted his head to meet the glare of that blue fucker, a cringe worthy smile on his face, like he'd just caught his dinner.

Misaki continued to struggle, but to no avail, the dress really restricted his movements.

One of Saru's arms was around his torso fondling the lace collar.

He was right next to Misaki's ear, "Nee.. Misaki you shouldn't be in such a place, it could be dangerous" he simpered sweetly, nibbling a little on one of the tiny pigtails on the side of Misaki's head.

At that Misaki was pulled into one of the empty hotel rooms, without warning he found himself sprawled backwards on the matress.

He was a little disoriented from the sudden fall but he heard the unmistakeable click of the door lock.

He tried to lever himself off the bed desperately, but the weight of Saru was over him, shielding him from the glaring light of the lamps.

Shit he didn't have time for this crap, he was supposed to help in the raid when Kamamoto made the signal.

He looked up at Saru's face, If he was here that means the Blue bastards were here too.

All the more reason to get out of here.

"Well from that face you're making I guess you've grasped the situation at hand right Mi-sa-ki."

Damn that guy! How does he do that?

"Well lucky for me my mission was to distract the vanguard, I believe this is sufficient nee?"

He licked his lips at Misaki blushing angrily.

Misaki shivered a little, the cool air sending a chill through him, the dress felt even more skimpy than it was under his stare.

His dress was beginning to ride up on his waist exposing more skin, he was becoming very aware of Saru's hands on his wrists, his knees on each side of him as Saru straddled him to prevent him from escape.

He could feel Saru pulling down and removing the itchy stockings from him.

He sighed from relief when they were off, Saru smirked and kissed the bare skin of his legs.

That made him blush to the very tips of his being, god what was happening here, he can't be distracted this easily right.

While Misaki was sidetracked by the feel of Saru's lips, little did he know Saru had a very long red ribbon that he had begun to gently tie Misaki's arms together. Misaki blinked at the feel of silk or whatever that was tight around his wrists.

"Saru what..?!"

"Well my orders were to prevent you from messing this operation up, this is just my interpretation Mi-sa-ki."

Saru undid the ribbon on his collar with one swift tug.

"You know what I like about these outfits Mi-sa-ki...," Saru peeled back the layers the ribbon had exposed to reveal Misaki's naked chest.

"..Easy access.."

When he felt Saru's lips on his chest he didn't think it was possible to get more embarrassed, but he did.

"Hah... hah.. look at you Misaki, you're so vulnerable all spread out like this..."

"I could really do anything I like..."

Saru's face contorted into a gleeful smile.

"Why so flustered Misaki, how can you still be shy while you're in such a position? You really are a virgin aren't you."

"You know Mi-sa-ki, I never thought you'd be convinced to go undercover, the lace really suits you.."

"..sh..shUT UP!

"That bastard Kusanagi set me up!"

Saru pushed him down harder, "You're supposed to be a maid aren't you, don't you have to call me Master or something"

"Like I would ever do that you- KIIIII...!" Saru was sucking on his nipple, sending a shock of desire through him. "pfft, nee Mi-sa-ki, that was the cutest noise you just made, shall we try that again"

"No don't you dare.."

"Then call me Master Mi-sa-ki."

"Why should I cal- Kiiiiya!"

Saru circled the sensitive nipple with his tongue

relishing the delicious sound from Misaki

"Misaki you know I could blow your cover anytime I like, I owe no allegiance to you or your precious HOMRA."

"You dick.."

"Then call me Master in that cute voice of yours Mi- sa- ki-"

Shit.. this undercover stuff was serious business.

He couldn't let that traitor blow his cover now

"F..fine... M..master.."

Saru was already undoing the zip on the back of the dress.

revealing yet more of Misaki's creamy white skin.

"..well that wasn't that hard wasn't it Mi- sa- ki"

"Your face is all red"

"o..OF COURSE IT IS!"

Fuck, Misaki felt his dick hardening, pushing up the lacy layers of the dress up.

He could feel the warm hand of Saru shifting him by the small of his back.

His hard on was way too obvious by now

The rustling of lace was heard as Saru felt through the fluffy petticoats to touch the heated warmth, already slick with pre cum.

He let out a huff of delight. "That didn't take long did it, you must be really excited Mi-sa-ki"

Misaki hissed in his restraints, his hands chafing together against the ribbon, Saru rubbed his thumb over the tip of the red, engorged head. "Look at this present, all wrapped up for me.."

Misaki felt helpless, and a bit confused, Saru was making him feel so odd, the heat pooling in his belly. All reason and any thought of his mission completely flew out the window as Saru's wet lips touched his dick.

He felt the dress feel tighter and in the way, he wanted it gone so Saru could touch more of him.

Saru's hands cradled his waist as he moved his lips across Misaki's pelvic bone.

Saru savored every touch he made on Misaki's yearning body, stroking and carressing as if he would soon be blind and needed to memorise every plane of Misaki's landscape by touch, to commit to his memory forever.

"nnnn..Saru.." Misaki was panting softly, losing himself into Saru's focused attention on his body and even his soul.

Saru folded Misaki's legs up to continue his wandering,

To Misaki's suprise Saru pressed his tongue against his musky entrance, his hands cupping and spreading his cheeks.

He felt something warm and wet probe his insides, he wriggled a little adjusting himself to the idea of what Saru was doing to him.

Misaki was huffing against the pillows, his own hot breath misting up his vision.

This was definitely another level here, Saru's tongue moving against his throbbing internal walls.

His own dick erect and feeling neglected against his stomach.

Saru wet a finger with his own saliva and began to insert it along with his tongue, stretching Misaki's entrance a bit more to accomadate it.

It was such a contradiction, the extra intrusion was a little painful but at the same time sent waves of pleasure thrumming through him.

Saru continued his ministrations, until he could fit another two fingers.

He gave a breath of satisfaction, removing his tongue and fingers from Misaki; who whined sadly at the loss.

He moved himself over Misaki, pressing his wet lips onto Misaki's.

Misaki could taste the muskiness that was himself inside Saru's mouth.

He felt so dirty, that Saru's tongue that had been inside him was now on his own tongue, the taste was heady and different to him.

Saru was panting heavily, "Misaki...is it ok to keep going?..or do you think you've been distracted enough?"

His face so close to his; Saru looked at him questioningly, waiting for the go ahead.

"If you dare stop I will personally beat the shit out of you.."

Misaki was already lightheaded but he felt empty after Saru had stopped, he needed more.

A slow smile spread on Saru's face, "Well if you say so Mi~sa~ki"

He kissed him deeply again, and started to undo the zip on his pants.

Misaki bit into the pillow to keep from moaning when Saru pushed his cock against Misaki's entrance. Saru had already slicked himself in saliva to ease the passage into Misaki.

Misaki's internal muscles adjusted to fit the new addition, the steady slap of skin on skin could be heard as Saru began to move his hips.

Misaki lost his mind at every hit to his oversensitive prostate.

The lacy petticoats of his dress flipped up to his chest, bouncing to the rhythm of each thrust.

His tied hands held onto the head board to brace himself for each movement.

Yep he was definitely distracted right now.

Saru's hand had somehow snaked its way around Misaki's neglected dick and began to pump him in time with each thrust, Misaki's muscles contracting and clenching around Saru's length.

Neither of them was going to last long at this rate.

Fuck he could feel the sensation of pleasure cresting into the final wave the knocked both of them over the edge.

They came together screaming each other's name, Misaki's internal walls spasming from the orgasm as Saru released his hot cum into him.

Misaki's own stained the lacy abomination that was his made outfit into a sticky mess, there was no way he could explain what really happened to it to the guys.

But that was not the thing on his mind right now.

He fell back onto the bed, his hair and skin damp with sweat, the now itchy fabric of the uniform sticking to his skin.

It hit him, wait wasn't he supposed to be somewhere right now...

Shit.

He forced himself to sit up, he was way to tired right now.

"Ok right, I need to get going, can you let me go now!"

Saru moved to hug him from behind, one hand wrapping around the tied wrists.

He smiled and whispered into Misaki's ear. "Hmmm you'd think that wouldn't you.."

The strong scent of chloroform hit Misaki's nostrils as a soaked cloth was pressed to his nose. When did Saru get that? He passed out into blackness.


Misaki blinked blearily at the sudden glare from the lamp.

That son of a bitch...

He tried to focus his blurry vision at the four shadows obscuring the light.

"Well Yata looks like you've had fun."

Izumo was smiling at him from above the bed, shit right he was not in a good position right now, this guy probably knew this would happen.

His vision cleared a little more..."Why did you bring the damn camera with you!"

Totsuka laughed "Good memories of course, I don't want to miss anything."

Misaki got enough energy to look at himself.

Oh thank god, at least he was decent...sort of...

Saru had probably cleaned him, his dress was all buttoned and retied with the ribbon.

"Oi Anna please don't pull that!"

"But I''m just fixing your pigtails, Misaki looks really cute"

"I AM NOT CUTE!"

Kamamoto threw him over his shoulder, dress and all.

"I beg to differ Yata-chan, we can all look at the tape later and show you how very cute you are."

"I swear I'll kill you all..."

Misaki started beating Kamamoto's back "Let me down I can walk myself! Hey don't laugh! I can still kick your ass in these heels!"

Totsuka and Anna just followed him with the camera giggling all the way back to the bar.

-The End-


Author's note: I had fun writing this, no matter what he says Misaki is cute. I am going to follow up with angst but you can skip it for more fluffy smut =)

If you have any requests for more oneshots leave a review and I'll probably do it.

I felt the need to actually draw Misaki in the maid uniform: link to my da on profile