CHAPTER 2:

(Smut Warning!)

Misaki glanced down at the clock on his phone again as he practically sprinted to a cafe a few blocks from the publishing building. He felt bad leaving his coworkers behind like that, but on the elevator ride down he had glanced at his long neglected phone, and had to stop himself from cursing out loud. He had over 60 texts, all from Usagi-san, and in the last one he was threatening to make a scene in front of Marukawa if Misaki didn't show up at the before mentioned cafe at 6:15 sharp. For a whole week before he started today, they had been bickering over Usagi-san picking him up. Usagi wanted to drive his fancy red car right up to the entrance, but Misaki refused to have a repeat of college. And, he suspected, it would be a hundred times worse now because Usagi-san was such a big and respected name in the company. So they compromised: Usagi-san would pick him up everyday a little after six, the time Misaki was supposed to get off, at a cafe that was an appropriate distance from the office. Evidently, though, it seemed he had gotten impatient.

When Misaki burst through the cafe doors, he was bent over gasping and clutching his bunch of papers to his chest. He was still panting when he saw an expensive pair of shoes step in front of him.

"You're late," the deep, soothing voice was clearly agitated.

Misaki looked at his mobile again.

"You bastard," he wheezed. "It's six sixteen. SIX SIXTEEN USAGI-SAN." Misaki seemed to gather a bit of strength as he straightened enough to grab the author's tie and jerk him forward. "I WILL NOT DO THIS EVERYDAY." Misaki let go to grip his knees again.

Usagi clicked his tongue, "I've been waiting for over an hour."

Anger lent him strength as he stood up straight again, "Then that's your own damn fault!" Misaki was not taking any of his usual shit today. "If you don't want to wait for an hour, then come at the appointed time! Can you not remember the time I'm supposed to get off at?! And, I just found out that six o'clock is a tad optimistic, so surely it won't be too hard for you to wait for my call or just let me take the damn train!"

Apparently Usagi-san had superb selective hearing, "What do you mean six o'clock is optimistic? I need my supply of Misaki. The hours you're pulling now just aren't going to cut it. The only solution is for you to quit your job."

Misaki shot him a mighty glare before turning around and walking towards the painfully bright car. He didn't have time for all this bullshit. If Usagi was going to pull some antics, then Misaki would deal with it at home. Luckily the cafe was empty except for a few curious part timers, but it was still public.

Misaki fumed the whole drive home, as well as the walk to the elevator and the too long trip up to the the top suite. The moment they entered their home, however, Misaki felt a pair of powerful but gentle arms wrap around his waist and heard the door swing shut comfortingly.

Soft lips brushed against his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry. The truth is that I missed you."

Misaki's heart melted instantly. God how he hated that he was puddy in this man's hands. His tense body relaxed and he even leaned back into the embrace, if only slightly. Misaki could never stay mad at Usagi-san for long.

"How was your first day?"

Usagi-san's question had Misaki practically bubbling with excitement, and he launched into an enthusiastic summary, completely forgetting all his frustration earlier. Misaki did pull away from Usagi-san, but only to go to the kitchen and start making dinner. As he was bustling about with the pots and pans he told Usagi-san everything.

"Well Akane-san was the one who took me to my new department, but when we got there the boss, Takano-san, was so scary! He started complaining that I was too young and inexperienced and stuff, and I was so embarrassed! I wished I could just melt into the floor. But then Akane-san was like, 'No you don't!' and said all this embarrassing praise and stuff about me. But then Takano-san thought I was just some rich brat, so I asked him to give me a one week trial period-"

"Whoa, Misak, hold up. Are you telling me that your boss is an arrogant ass? You were assigned to his department, he has no right to turn you away. You could lose your job over this!" Usagi-san's eyes were narrow and sharp as he thought about someone disregarding his Misaki like that.

Misaki, however, was touched by the reminder that Usagi-san really did support him in his work, however much he complained about it. And secretly, he felt happy that Usagi-san would get so angry for him. "It's okay Usagi-san. That department is really competitive, so if I don't make the cut I don't want to be a burden on them anyways. Besides, it's not like I'll lose my job at Marukawa, I'll just be transferred somewhere else. I do hope that I'll make it though, all my coworkers are really nice."

Usagi-san seemed intrigued by this, "What are they like?"

"Well, when Takano agreed to let me try, they all got really excited. I was surprised, because I've never really talked to them, but they all seemed to like me pretty well. Onodera-san is the one who was in charge of my training for the day, and he was really nice and calm. Kisa-san liked to tease me a lot. He's the one who started calling me Taka-chan, and now they all call me that. They asked a lot of questions which was difficult, but overall I think they're all rooting for me to stay. That made me happy."

Usagi-san was smiling gently at his love, "I'm glad you like them." He paused for a second, and then with a concerned frown said, "Just make sure you don't like them too much. And if they ever start acting overly friendly with you, you must make it extremely clear that you are already taken."

Misaki groaned, "Usagi-san! Stop deciding that everyone is gay! They are really famous for being handsome, so girls are crazy for them. They all must have girlfriends already."

Usagi-san displayed his superb selective hearing again, "You find them all really handsome?"

Misaki was tempted to be angry or roll his eyes, but Usagi-san seemed really concerned about this. Misaki thought for a second, and then sighed, "I said they are famous for being handsome, not that I find them handsome." He looked away, his face stern but his blush betraying his embarrassment, "Beside's it's not like they could compare to you anyways."

Usagi-san's wide smile at his words almost made them worth it. Almost.

Then Misaki hurriedly tried to backtrack and make his words less embarrassing, "I mean! You know! How you're stupid rich and famous and all that. I didn't mean anything else by it!"

Misaki huffed and crossed his arms, still looking away. Usagi, however, pulled Misaki close to him and guided their lips together. Misaki pretended to resist for a few seconds, but quickly gave into the comfort and warmth of Usagi-san. His lips were so familiar at this point that he recognized every crevasse and curve. Their lips caressed each other as their tongues stroked in long firm licks. Usagi slipped his hands from Misaki's waist to his hips and ground him against his front once, slow and hard. Misaki was too lost in the kiss to swallow his moan. Usagi groaned in response, any positive reaction from his lover was enough to drive him crazy, and slipped his hands to Misaki's butt to haul Misaki up against him. Misaki wrapped his legs around Usagi-san, desperate to stay attached to him, and let Usagi take advantage of the new angle in their kiss. Usagi played a bit with Misaki's precious opening through his pants as he walked to the couch, and layed Misaki on it without breaking contact with him. When they were both fully on the couch Usagi ground himself against Misaki again and again. Hard and slow, then harder and faster. Misaki started to whimper with want, and Usagi grinned against his lips. He loved that only he could satisfy his lover like this.

"What do you want Misaki?" he whispered tauntingly as his lips brushed Misaki's ear, "I won't know unless you say it."

Misaki only buried his fingers deeper into Usagi's hair and gasped, "Please. Please Usagi-san."

Usagi was barely holding himself back, but he lived for these moments. At time's when he wasn't sure of Misaki's affection he would pull up these memories. These times when Misaki's want for him was so strong he could hardly speak. God he loved this man.

"Say it. Say it and I'll do anything you want." Usagi continued grinding himself against Misaki, making his want even bigger.

Misaki's emerald eyes were glittering with unshed tears as he caved, "You, Usagi-san! Please! Please I want you now!"

Usagi was sure he was going to snap any moment, but he still managed to prolong the moment with, "Where? Where do you want me Misaki?"

Misaki practically growled as his frustration became unpresidented forwardness, "I want you inside me! Here!" Misaki lifted his hips and scraped his covered opening against Usagi's hardness.

Usagi's eyes dilated as he nearly lost his mind, along with his control. He practically ripped their clothes off and snatched the lube he kept under the couch, poring way too much on his hand. Despite his raging dick, he kept his fingers gentle inside Misaki, just the way he liked it. Usagi always made sure that Misaki enjoyed every moment of their intimacy. He couldn't bear to scare Misaki away with even a moment of selfishness. His hand shook slightly as his fingers went in and out, stretching Misaki so he would be ready to accept all of him. Usagi needed Misaki so bad. Misaki relished the softness of Usagi's touch, but he wanted more. He rocked his hips with the movement of Usagi's fingers and tried to force them deeper inside him. His only thought was more. He wanted more.

Usagi moved to add a third finger, but Misaki's hand shot out and stopped him. Usagi froze, scared that he had done something wrong.

"No. I want more," Misaki's fingers stroked Usagi's rock hard dick with the lightest touch. "I want this."

Usagi was breathless with how forward his shy little uke was being, but he wasn't even halfway done with preparing him. "Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly.

"Please. I want you now." Misaki's voice was so quiet Usagi could hardly hear him, but it was enough.

Usagi positioned himself and entered Misaki at an agonizingly slow pace. Misaki's moans at the invasion had him desperate and gasping. When he was completely surrounded by Misaki, he stopped, forcing himself to allow Misaki time to adjust. Before he could even ask permission to move he felt Misaki shove himself against Usagi, trying to get him in deeper. Now, finally, Usagi allowed himself to let go. He pulled out and dove in again over and over, making sure to hit all of Misaki's good spots with every thrust. He couldn't even think anymore, he just listened to Misaki's sounds of pleasure and gasped for air as he held himself above him. When they were both close, Usagi kissed Misaki as he ground them together even harder, and when he felt Misaki cum he let himself go as well. He greedily swallowed every exclamation Misaki made as they came together. When they were done, Usagi pulled out slowly and gently, so he could lay beside Misaki and hold him close. He buried his nose in Misaki's silky hair and sighed. Usagi loved every part of making love with Misaki, but when they were finished and just laying together like this, Usagi felt a peace and happiness he had never known before. He cherished this feeling above all else. This was why he could never let Misaki go.

Misaki shifted in his arms a little and whispered softly, "Akihiko..." There was no message in the word, Misaki only said it to say it.

Usagi's heart squeezed as he pulled Misaki closer and peppered little kisses on his neck. Misaki only used his given name at times like this, and it made Usagi love the name he had grown to dislike.

Misaki didn't know how long they both laid there, breathing each other's air and savoring each other's warmth. He didn't think actual thoughts, just let happy memories with Usagi pass like pictures through his mind-until he remembered something. He sat up suddenly with a gasp, disturbing Usagi who was on the brink of sleep.

"Usagi-san! Your flowers!" Misaki looked down at Usagi in despair.

"Oh yeah, did you like them?" Usagi asked, one eye still shut.

"Of course I liked them! The problem is that I forgot them in the office! I didn't even get them water or anything. They'll be all wilted and dying tomorrow." Misaki looked genuinely upset, but his adorable frown had Usagi grinning at how cute his love was.

"Don't be sad Misaki. I'll buy you as many flowers as you want." Usagi was fully awake now, and leaned up to kiss Misaki's forehead as he said this. He never wanted Misaki to be upset, especially if he could remedy the situation by simply buying him something.

But Misaki shook his head determinedly, "I don't want just any flowers, I want those flowers. They were special."

Usagi smiled gently at how Misaki could treasure such a trivial gift from him. "Okay, then let's go back to Marukawa to get them. People stay all kinds of hours there, so it's bound to be open."

"Really?" Misaki asked, sounding hopeful. "You don't mind going all the way back there?"

Usagi shook his head, "I don't mind anything if it's for you."

Misaki blushed and looked away, still bashful from their previous activities, "Okay then. Let's go get them."

Usagi almost wanted to make a remark about how shy Misaki was being after his completely uncharacteristic boldness earlier, but he knew better. If he said anything about it Misaki would be too embarrassed to let it happen again and Usagi would have ruined the great progress they had made. As much as he loved shy Misaki, Usagi wanted him to be comfortable with him always.

They got up slowly, and dressed quickly to head out the door. Usagi was delighted to find that Misaki even let him hold his hand as they walked to the car and during the whole car ride, even if he did blush madly and wouldn't meet his eyes.

When they reached Marukawa Usagi pulled up to the front doors and idled there. Misaki got out and walked to Usagi's window, which he rolled down.

"I'll only be a few minutes, so just wait here so we don't get a ticket or anything, okay?" Misaki's big eyes were so sincere and innocent. It was just like him to worry about silly tickets when he couldn't even drive and Usagi-san himself couldn't care less.

Usagi nodded and watched as Misaki disappeared into the sliding glass doors.

Misaki sped walked through the nearly empty halls and wished some more lights were turned on. It was a little creepy being here in the dark of night. But when he thought of Usagi's gift laying carelessly on the table, wilting away, he gained courage and determined to get this over with and go back to the car as soon as possible. The elevator ride to the fourth floor wasn't bad, and the walk to the office was short, so when Misaki found the bouquet he breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed it and started to turn back to the entrance when he heard a noise. He stopped and listened, annoyed at himself for being so on edge, but unwilling to move until he determined what it was. After a few seconds he recognized the sound of feet shuffling, which was joined by quiet voices in the next instant. Misaki knew he should break his bad habit of eavesdropping, but the eerie atmosphere and his curiosity got the better of him. He tiptoed closer to listen.

"-just forgot a few manuscripts is all, so I came back to get them. What are you doing here Takano?" Misaki knew the voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it. What was his boss still doing here?

"I followed you of course. I wanted to see where my little Ritsu sneaks off to in the middle of the night." Misaki's eyes widened. Wasn't Ritsu Onodera's given name? And what did he mean by 'his little Ritsu'? Without thinking, Misaki crept forward until he could see the dark outlines of the two men. Onodera-san was near the wall, with Takano looming next to him.

Onodera gasped, "You followed me here?! What the hell Takano! You have no right! I don't belong to anyone, least of all you!" Onodera fumed with his hands clenched into fists.

Takano took a step closer to Onodera, forcing him to back further into the wall. "But we're practically lovers, right? I just wanted to make sure you weren't sneaking off into someone else's arms."

Onodera glared up at him, "'Practically lovers?!' We are no such thing! I don't love you anymore, and I'm too jaded now to love anyone ever again. Just because we happen to live next to each other doesn't give you the right to pry into my private life. You are my boss! This kind of behavior isn't professional."

Takano just smirked and took another step forward, "I don't think you're in any kind of position to talk about professional behavior. What kind of employee sleeps with their boss? Multiple times, I might add."

Onodera's face turned red, in embarrassment or anger, Misaki did not know, "That-I-Ugh! You seduced me!" was Onodera's only defence, though he seemed to instantly regret the words.

Takano's smirk grew as he took the final step, effectively pinning Onodera against the wall as he put his hands on either side of him. He leaned forward and put his mouth next to Onodera's ear, speaking so quietly Misaki almost couldn't hear, "Don't lie Ritsu. You aren't the type to sleep with someone you have no feelings for. I can see you're starting to fall in love with me again, you just won't admit it. I'm a patient man, Onodera, but I draw the line at letting the one I love run into someone else's arms." He pulled away slightly, so that he wasn't only inches away from Onodera, "Now that I know my love is still safely mine, I'm satisfied." He pulled away completely and started walking towards the elevator as if he didn't have a care in the world. Then he threw a parting remark at Onodera without even looking back, "Make sure you finish those manuscripts by tonight."

Onodera gaped after him, both hands clutching the bag strap he had slung over his shoulder as if he needed something to hold onto. Then he slowly made his way to the now closed elevator, muttering things like, "Bastard...asshat...no good little fucker…" as he passed the now hiding Misaki.

When both were gone, Misaki let out the breath he had been holding. He really needed to break his habit of eavesdropping.

AN: Hi! Just wanted to check in on anybody reading this. I've never actually written smut before so if it's awful I'm so sorry and pointers/corrections are completely welcome! Also you can probably tell already, but consent is super important to me and in fanfictions Usagi-san is often portrayed as forcing Misaki (aka raping him) which I hate. I understand why people perceive it that way, since it's totally in third person and we can't really tell their thoughts, but I really think what I've written is probably more true to his character. If you have suggestions or requests or criticism I'm very open to all that (just please be gentle) and if you like it review and favorite it because I need support or I get awful writer block. I also got a request to do a Junjou drabble, so I'd love to do that and I'm planning on including Sekaiichi as well. I've got a few ideas but again please make requests! I also have a story for a much longer Junjou fanfiction planned out (I'm planning on this one only being around seven chapters) so please stay tuned for that as well. Thanks a bunch! Lots of love for anyone who enjoys my crappy writing!