Here you have the next chapter. I'm awfully sorry for the long wait – my only excuse are the approaching finals. No time to sleep, not time to eat, no time to write, sadly.

Loved all the reviews and favourites I received from you. Hope you'll enjoy this piece, too! You guys are awesome!

-s.

The dinner went quite well, Misaki thought as he and Usagi-san entered the apartment. He sighed heavily and put his bag on the table in the living room and reached to loosen up the tie Usagi forced him to wear.

He, Usagi and Aikawa-san went to one of those fancy restaurants in the fashionable part of the city. Of course, Usagi had to order the entire meal for Misaki, because even the thought of trying to pronounce any of the names in the menu terrified Misaki. Aikawa only chuckled then and declared Misaki the cutest boy in the world.

Cute.

Misaki has had enough of hearing that word in reference to him.

Anyway, after the dinner they politely declined Aikawa's invitation to the club and returned home. Usagi-san was reasonable enough to notice that the wine they drank during the meal was more than enough to make Misaki a bit tipsy.

Which also made him unbelievably easy to seduce. That was probably the only thought which made Usagi drag the boy up to the car, the elevator and finally shove him up the wall and press his lips to the boy's.

Misaki moaned at the touch. He returned the kiss fervently and wrapped his arms around Usagi's neck. He never realised when the two of them made their way to the couch. Suddenly he found himself pressed into the soft cushion, still moaning and trying to the get as close Usagi-san as it was physically possible. And Usagi-san shamelessly took the advantage and got rid of the boy's jeans.

"U-Usagi-san..." Misaki sighed in pleasure.

"I love you, Misaki," Usagi answered breathlessly.

He moved his hands all over Misaki's body, nipping, touching his arms, chest, legs... His palms seemed to be everywhere and leave the hot trail of pleasure in every place they touched Misaki.

To say that Usagi loved Misaki wasn't enough. He worshipped the earth he walked on. Every time his gaze travelled to the boy, his heart began to pound terribly. He dreamed about spending the rest of his life with him. And Misaki being Misaki wasn't even aware of the real magnitude of Usagi-san's feelings.

Misaki moaned again and then screamed in pleasure when Usagi took him into his mouth and began to lick every inch of Misaki's length. The older lover felt Misaki's hand in his hair and it turned him on even more. He secretly loved the way Misaki's fingers tangled themselves into his locks and delicately guided him up and down. But that was a pleasure granted for him only and only when Misaki was either completely relaxed or drunk.

Whichever it was, Usagi always took his chance.

"Usagi-san. More."

Oh, did he mention that drunk Misaki equalled a vocal Misaki?

The evening seemed more and more enjoyable with every minute.

A couple of minutes later Misaki was on the edge. He moaned loudly and Usagi picked up his pace. Seeing Misaki's face in the moment of him climax was the most perfect image ever.

"Usagi-san..."

"Misaki!"

"Usa..."

Usagi sucked hard and felt Misaki's body tremble in ecstasy. He threw his head to the side and arched his back as he released right into Usagi's mouth.

Usagi licked Misaki clean. The boy whimpered softly under his touch. Now, it was Usagi's turn to...

"Misaki? Oi, Misaki!"

Usagi held his head up and looked at his lover. Misaki eyes were closed and he was breathing silently.

Fast asleep.

Oh, yeah. One more thing: drunk Misaki was a sleepy Misaki.


"Usagi-san, wake up."

Misaki touched Usagi's upper arm and shook him softly. The man naturally ignored him and turned his head to the side. Misaki didn't give up. He leaned over his lover and shook him again, this time a bit harder.

This time, Usagi only grabbed Misaki's hand and shoved him onto himself, locking him in his arms. Misaki grinned and kissed Usagi. The author groaned and changed their position: he was now hovering over Misaki and kissing the life out of the boy.

"Have you gone insane, Misaki?" Usagi-san asked him after some time. "Why would you wake me up?"

"We promised to see Nii-san to the station today. His train leaves in two hours," Misaki explained.

"Two hours is a plenty of time. I could sleep some more."

"You have to have something for breakfast first, Usagi-san."

"I can always have you, Misaki."

Usagi groped Misaki's hand and pressed it to the bed over the boy's head. He grinded their hips together, earning a sweet sound of Misaki's moaning in return.

"Usagi-san! Let me go, otherwise we'll be late."

"I don't care."

"Well, I do. I want to see my brother off to the station and you come with me, whether you like it or not."

"Make me," Usagi grumbled moving his lips to Misaki's neck.

"I will hide Suzuki-san. You won't see him ever again."

"Fine."

Two hours later they said their goodbyes to Takahiro and the rest of his family and were heading back to the car. On their way, Usagi-san tried to stop Misaki a few times and pull him into a corner to kiss the life out of him. and although Misaki fought bravely, Usagi-san wasn't someone who could be simply ignored.

"I can't believe, I'm actually graduating in two months!" Misaki sighed on their way home. "And to think that only a couple of months ago I was terrified about that perspective."

"Why would you be scared?" Usagi-san asked sincerely surprised.

"I never thought I would be having a job by then," Misaki explained and after a moment of silence, he added, blushing: "I also never thought that Nii-san would know about us and accept it."

"Are you happy, then, Misaki?"

"I am."


"Don't forget to bring the term papers for the next classes!"

Misaki sighed and followed his colleagues outside the classroom. He was tired. Actually, he was pretty exhausted after spending the night reading the literature textbook. Usagi-san was busy writing the manuscript so Misaki could finally take care of his assignments.

The next morning as usual he prepared a meal for Usagi and headed out for school without even bothering to wake up the sleeping author.

"Hey, Takahashi-kun!"

Misaki turned round to see who was calling him. A boy he knew from one of his classes came to him and gave him a piece of paper with something on it. Suddenly, he noticed a completely unknown to him girl who was looking at him with interest. She basically stared at him from her place. Before Misaki had even chance to react, the guy was gone. The girl brought her eyes to the piece of paper in his hand so he quickly opened it to reveal a row of numbers written in it.

Phone number.

The guy he barely knew gave him his phone number.

What the hell?

Misaki was saved by the bell. Slowly and still incredulous he made his way to the next classroom. But before he entered he heard a laugh, some sigh and one scream of horror. What was going on?

Careful not to betray his position, Misaki stopped and listened to the voices inside.

"You sure it was him?"

"Yeah. Besides, the car is rather hard to miss."

"I always knew there was something weird about him."

"Yea, at least we all know what was the reason behind this whole arrangements. His brother's request? What a joke! A famous author like Usami-sensei wouldn't do such things..."

Misaki was horrified. Why were they talking about him? He froze until he heard footsteps and felt someone's hand on his arm. He quickly turned to see angry Kamijou.

"Takahashi, what are you doing he..."

"You really believe that Misaki is whoring around with Usami-sensei?"

The books Kamijou was holding in his arms fell to the ground with a loud thud. His eyes snapped to the dead-pale Misaki who was on a brink of despair. How do they know? How do they know about his relationship? How... How...

"Takahashi! Takahashi, are you ok?"

How could he even ask that? Misaki desperately looked around and finally noticed that now not only single persons were looking at him with curiosity. Now it was the whole hall who was staring at him judgingly. Many of them were holding some newspaper. All opened at the same page.