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A/N: Hi, I'm back again! :D Thank you all SO MUCH for the reviews! It looks like this fanfic is starting to pick up, hehe. :) So, I apologize, this chapter is shorter than the others. Also, it's mostly smut, so if that bothers you, feel free to skip over this one (although I don't imagine that would bother anyone in this fandom...). I never write smut, so I feel like this is really terrible, and I'm sorry if it is! Dx But please let me know what you think anyways (nicely, if you would)!

Chapter 4: Frivolous Words

Misaki was so shocked for the first few seconds that he didn't move a muscle. Then he began to tremble all over.

A...a man is kissing me! He's a guy! I don't...want this!

But then why was his mouth giving in so easily? His lips parted almost immediately to give Usagi full access, and Misaki shivered when he felt the man's tongue against his own.

What was worse, though, was that the pervert actually began sucking on Misaki's tongue! A gasp escaped him, and he could just hear Usagi chuckling as he enjoyed his treat.

Misaki was positive that this bastard knew just what kind of images he was planting in his head. Isn't my tongue amazing? Don't you want me to suck on your this and that?

And the bad thing was, Misaki was already just...a little turned on.

Usagi broke the kiss to pick him up again, making Misaki cry in outrage, "Hey! What are you doing this time!" He struggled and hit him on the back repeatedly until Usagi threw him down onto the couch.

The landing wouldn't normally have hurt, but today it bumped his neck in just the wrong spot. "Ow, baka! Be careful!" Misaki wailed.

"Eh?" Usagi frowned in concern. "Misaki, what's wrong?"

He looked away. "Um...I slept on my neck wrong last night, because I..." He laughed very nervously and his cheeks turned pink.

"You...?" Usagi prodded him.

"Nothing, nothing!" Misaki burst out, covering his face with his arms.

"Misaki..." His voice was deep and sensual as he crouched over the boy. "When you heard Takahiro, did you have to take care of yourself?"

"No!" he yelled in response, whimpering underneath Usagi's strong body. "Shut up, you pervert!"

It wasn't when I heard Takahiro...it was when I heard you...

Usagi ignored his insult and began to stroke his neck gently. "Where does it hurt?"

The touch sent a hundred electric currents running through his veins, and he tried not to shiver visibly. "Th-there...," he mumbled, wincing a little when Usagi found the spot.

Usagi's big, cold hands massaged him deeply, and Misaki shuddered into the touch. Whether it was actually helping with the kink or not, he didn't know. He just knew that he wanted this feeling, everywhere.

And then it was gone. Misaki started, his disappointed, pleading eyes darting to Usagi's against his own will.

The man chuckled, pressing his lips repeatedly to the same place on Misaki's neck.

He was laughing at him! That freaking bastard!

"S-stop it!" Misaki cried out angrily.

But Usagi didn't stop. No, instead he started teasing him! Using his...damn tongue again...

"Do you want to do it, or should I?"

Misaki's eyes shot wide open. "W-what?!"

He received his answer in the form of a hand reaching for his pants.

"U-Usagi-sensei!" Misaki gasped, grasping onto Usagi's shirt without thinking. "S-stop it! I'm not like you!"

"Is that so?" Usagi smirked. "You're hard already."

Misaki clamped his mouth shut tight so he wouldn't make any noises this bastard would like to hear. Of course he was hard! It was only because Usagi knew exactly how to turn a guy on. He was a perverted, rapist homo, so of course he'd probably had plenty of practice!

Misaki squirmed. "I said stop it!"

"But it'll be worse on you now if I do," Usagi murmured.

Fuck... Misaki didn't have a comeback to that. And he really did want Usagi to continue, but... "N-no, stop," he stuttered uneasily, losing his willpower to fight. He was turning to putty in this guy's hands. It was disgusting!

Usagi was already pulling his pants down and removing the clothing barrier from between them. When Misaki finally felt those big hands directly on his skin, his hips eagerly thrust up into them on their own accord. It was so damn embarrassing...

Usagi chuckled quietly. "Ah, Misaki. You really are a child. Don't tell me this is the first time anyone else has..."

"Shut up!" Misaki yelled. He couldn't control his body anymore, so he tried to make up for it by talking trash. "I-if I'm a kid, th-that makes you a criminal, bak—ahh!"

He bit down on his lip, noticing with mixed feelings that he had been right. Usagi-sensei's cold hands felt amazing when they touched him there. Misaki shut his eyes tightly and let out another small moan. He tried his best not to get too loud, although it was impossible to stay completely silent.

"Misaki...look at me."

For some reason, he obeyed. Just for a moment, he gazed into the face of the man who was the source of all of these strange new desires.

And almost immediately averted his eyes.

"Nhh...p-p-please stop, Usagi-sensei..." He felt hot and feverish, and his breathing was shallow. "I-I'm...going to...c-c-c—"

"Mm, go ahead," Usagi interrupted.

"Eh?!" Misaki gasped. "P-pervert! Let me go!" He didn't want to make a mess out here, on Usagi-sensei's expensive couch, in front of Usagi-sensei...

But right in the middle of Misaki's frantic thoughts, Usagi took him into his mouth.

Misaki's eyes shot wide open, and he gasped loudly for air. The throbbing pleasure grew unbearable, and with a small cry he released.

His heart was still pounding wildly as his body came off the high. To his horror, he heard Usagi swallow, and then the man even used his tongue to lick Misaki clean.

"Sicko," he muttered with a shiver.

Usagi looked up at him and smirked. "You're cute, Misaki."

His ears burned. W-what was up with this anyways?

"Don't just throw words around!" Misaki yelled suddenly, struggling to sit up and pull his pants back on. "You're in love with my brother, aren't you?!"

"Misaki..."

"Goodbye!" he burst out abruptly, before Usagi-sensei could say anything else. He stormed toward the door, tears filling his eyes, but the man just wouldn't let him go. He grabbed him again, pushing him against the wall and kissing him roughly.

This time Misaki successfully pushed him off. "Stop screwing around!" he demanded, as some of the tears slipped out onto his cheeks.

Usagi stood there, stunned.

"I'm not Takahiro," Misaki choked out before he managed his escape.