A/N: LEMON ALERT! Anyway, things heat up a little. Will it be enough to keep Usagi from going to Takahiro? If it isn't, what kind of thing with Misaki have to try next?

It seemed like hours before Usagi actually got home. Well, it actually was hours, but that was beside the point. Misaki was taking a break by sitting on couch, wondering if Usagi would mind his bare butt on the furniture. Knowing that pervert, it probably wouldn't bother him at all. Misaki had long since lost his focus and was a little inattentive, but as soon as he heard the doorknob turn he was on his feet at light speed and assumed his position. Admittedly, turning his back to the door and holding out a duster was beyond embarrassing, but it worth it, probably.

Usagi came through the door looking rather tired, until he caught sight of Misaki. The smaller turned to face him, giving him a coy look. He became a little flustered now, because under the hungry gaze of the author, he completely forgot his lines. That didn't stop him from trying though, "I uh- cleaned up the place while you were out." Just after saying that he wanted to slap himself. That wasn't even remotely close to what was written in the book. Did he just mess up the whole plan? He was just about to run for his room and change back to his regular clothes when Usagi charged at him like a bull. Well, maybe not just like a bull, but his approach was quick and direct.

A second later and Usagi had the younger in his arms and was kissing him all over. Misaki was caught completely off guard but couldn't help but blush. In one efficient motion, the author had Misaki scooped up bridal style and was carrying him toward his bedroom. This was nothing like how it happened in the book, the student thought. Did him messing up his lines really change the narrative that much?

The door to Usagi's room flew open as it was kicked. The author kicked it again behind him to close it and it slammed shut, startling the uke. Usagi wasted no time in throwing Misaki onto his bed, then immediately he climbed on top of him and pinned both of his arms down. It just so happened that the maid landed face up. That didn't slow down Usagi though, and went right for that sensitive spot on Misaki's neck just under his ear. Misaki shuddered and moaned a little. Usagi then bit his ear lightly and brought a leg up to separate Misaki's. Somehow their bodies got closer together, and Usagi stole the other's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. Seeing his tutor like this was oddly arousing, and he couldn't help but get hard.

This didn't go unnoticed, Usagi then took both of Misaki's arms and held them down with one hand and starting stroking the now hot flesh through the apron. Misaki arched and broke the kiss. His voice was startled and high pitched, but in no way signalled for the other to stop.

Usagi happened to let go of his lover's(?) shaft for a second to undo that flimsy ribbon that held the apron in place. In seconds the apron was slid up, revealing Misaki's cute but very apparent erection. "Mmm." He moaned with his eyes closed. He felt a hand on it again and let out a sound akin to a whine, and thrust his hips up to meet that hand.

Normally Usagi would have come back with a snide quip or something, but his mind was far too clouded with lust for that now.

In seconds the maid was stripped of his outfit and lay exposed. It was oddly exciting. At that Usagi began kissing the other's chest, down his belly toward his erection. Misaki couldn't help but purr at the sensations that his body was obviously craving.

Usagi stopped short of the hot flesh, apparently what little will power he had was gone, and his own erection was crying for attention. He sat up, and then pulled the smaller man onto his lap. Misaki slid onto Usagi's lap and very slowly slid down the length of the cock. As soon as Misaki was comfortable, Usagi began thrusting up. Misaki moaned and wrapped both of his arms around the author's shoulders. He arched his back ground his hips down to take in more of that hot flesh. "Nnnaah." It didn't matter what he sounded like now, he was too overcome with pleasure to care.

"Misaki."

"Naa- Usagi-san."

"Haa."

Misaki braced his head against the other's shoulders and forced his hips down. Usagi grabbed the younger's hip with one hand and his shaft with the other. Misaki cried out and moaned circled his hips, all automatically. His body craved this contact and reacted dramatically to every touch.

"Usagi-san." He growled, dangerously close to climax. "Mmm Usagi-san."

Usagi quickened his pace. The arm on Misaki's hip moved to his lower back. Misaki moaned incoherently and felt himself cum. The liquid he felt inside of him indicated the other had finished as well.

Misaki used the last of his strength to lift himself off of Usagi, and then fell helpless onto the bed. His heart was racing and his breath was heavy and uneven, and he was happy. Usagi laid next to him, kissing his neck and pulling him close. In turn Misaki snuggled into Usagi. The two stayed like that for a long while.

"So." The author said finally, gently stroking the student's hair. "What prompted you to dress like that? Was it for me?" He knew it was, but he still felt like teasing his little maid boy.

"No!" Misaki barked back. "I just- I was practicing for-" He couldn't come up with a lie. So he became flustered and turned away.

That didn't stop the author from pulling him close again and kissing him all over. "Will you wear this for me tomorrow?"

"Absolutely not!" Misaki said indignantly, but would seriously consider it.

"Maybe tomorrow when you make me breakfast." He said in a sleazy voice.

"I'm not wearing that thing ever again! And who said I'm making you breakfast? You make it yourself you pervert!" Even if he tried to sound combative, he was cuddled into the older man's chest and showing no signs of trying to get away.

They fell asleep like that, cuddled up together. Misaki didn't once think of how this was going to help his brother.