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Edited: 13/11/12

Tanaka-san was sixty two years old, come this Christmas. He'd been working for the Usami family since the Young Master was born, and was happy to continue to watch over him for many years to come. The job was well-paid, relaxing, and in all honesty, Tanaka-san had sort of grown attached to the youngest Usami. It really was a shame though, how his old age had affected his hearing.

The muffled yelp which was suddenly cut off went completely unheard by the elderly butler, as did the sudden shifting of bodies in the backseat of the car. Instead, he simply carried on driving, humming a little tune to himself.

Misaki, on the other hand, was not so fortunate.

As Usami had drawn closer and closer, the excuses his mind was frantically creating could not mask the other boy's real intention. It soon became obvious he was not going to stop until physical contact between their lips was reached. The realization of this provoked the choked shout to flood out of Misaki and dissipate into the warmed interior of the million dollar car – a weak barrier against the esteemed student council president.

Smirking at the boy's apparent helplessness, Usami's hands drew closer to Misaki's trembling head, stopping his decent right before his lips touched the younger male.

Cool breath ran over his face. Although he was fearing for his life right now, Misaki couldn't help but notice the uncanny depth of Usami's deep purple eyes, staring straight at his lips. And how well his face fit together – he was ridiculously handsome, Misaki had to admit. Every single feature seemed to compliment each other, as well as being singularly perfect at the same time. It was all too easy to see why he was so popular with the girls- make that the whole school.

The look Usami was currently giving him now, however, was undecipherable: it was somewhat…frightening.

A shudder ran down Misaki's spine, making his toes curl inside his shoes.

At this point, Usami's lithe and muscular torso was basically on top of him, but he was hesitating for some reason. Unknown to Misaki, the older male was taking a moment to secretly savour the shocked look on his face before he gradually closed the gap between them and brushed his lips ever so softly against Misaki's.

His scream didn't have a chance, and neither did Misaki. His frantic heart was beating so loud, it sounded like it was vying for escape. His mind went utterly blank: Usami's velvet lips were so warm and gentle and comforting that he felt himself helplessly melting into it. A few half-hearted attempts to push him off were given, but quickly suppressed by strong arms.

What the hell was happening to him? Why wasn't he fighting it? Sure the other boy was probably the richest, handsomest most intelligent person he'd ever met – all brilliant reasons to why he should be adored by the girls, but Misaki certainly wasn't female!

He parted his lips to accuse that very question, which proved to be a fatal error. Misaki really needed to start thinking things through. As soon as his mouth titled open slightly, Usami's tongue stole its way inside. The green eyed transfer student stiffened in surprise: this was his first kiss for god's sake! - but as soon as their tongues met, the surprise quickly turned to something else.

Usami stroked his tongue along Misaki's before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, smiling a fraction at the little whimper Misaki made in the back of his throat.

He felt something different, something indescribably hot and precarious settle at the base of his stomach, erupting into butterflies as he heard himself moan. Usami released his bottom lip with a soft bite, before soothing the hurt with his tongue and returning back to little flicks along the inside of his mouth. It felt so right, so good – it was making him dizzy with pleasure. And for some reason, some weird, new reason which made him think entirely too hard and not at all…he didn't want it to stop.

Almost in accordance to that thought, Misaki's head started to ache again, a dull throbbing in his spine, horribly reminiscent of his injury. Usami was stealing all of his breath, and it was hard to get enough oxygen to breathe properly. The place where he'd knocked his head on the shelf pounded into his skull before everything started spinning horribly, and all the energy he had regained flew out of him in a second. Resting on inside of the car door, the elbow which was holding up his upper body buckled suddenly, and he dazedly slid down until Usami's hands caught him. He hadn't even noticed when he broke the kiss. His body went limp as all available strength ebbed away, fluorescent spots invading his vision.

A few seconds later he could see again, and the tingling in his lips receded. He was cradled on Usami's lap, head lying on the older male's chest.

'Just this and you faint? I'm honoured I have that effect on you, Misaki.' The deep voice sounded smug and amused, but the faint undercurrent of worry wasn't hidden well enough.

Misaki, however, was absolutely horrified. A small part of him (minuscule, really) was still impressed with Usami, and was amazed at what he had just done. The rest wavered distinctly between shock, disbelief, and a sickening sense of vertigo. Usami's smell was calming him down, and he surreptitiously breathed in as much as he could in an effort to relax and reduce the pain in his temples.

He allowed himself to pause for a couple of seconds, just waiting until he could regain his balance, before weakly pushing off Usami and sitting up. The silver haired man let him go, but kept his hands close by in case Misaki fell again.

'I can see we need to get you used to these kind of things Misaki. Don't worry though - practice makes perfect.' Usami was almost gleeful.

The green eyed boy could feel a blush filling his entire face.

'W-What do you think you're d-doing?' Misaki ignored the other man's provocative words and tried to sound angry, but the stuttering got in the way. Instead, the voice that came out projected exactly what he felt (dizzy, embarrassed and slightly turned on), causing the blush to increase its already high intensity.

Usami, weirdly compliant, allowed himself to be shoved off, and raised an eyebrow whilst drawing out a pack of cigarettes from his blazer pocket.

'Well, I would have thought it was obvious, I was sticking my tou-' Usami was cut off by the stream of nonsense that catapulted its way out of a flustered Misaki, pressing his hands over his ears. Although he was trying not to look at him, his eyes didn't miss the cigarettes held in the hand of the 'esteemed student council president'.

What kind of student council president smoked, said dirty things, and k-k-kissed other guys? Misaki thought to himself, eyes squeezed shut. There was no other explanation…this had to be some sort of crazy dream. Any minute now, he'd wake up at home, ready for his first day of school.

Opening his eyes tentatively, he was met with the image of an amused and mildly curious Usami, smoking a cigarette.

No!

He shut them again. 'Come on…wake up. Wake up Misaki.' He mumbled to himself. He opened his eyes….to snap them closed again when he saw nothing had changed. 'Aaargh just wake up already! This is just a dream!' He yelled in frustration, too scared to open his eyes a second time.

A deep chuckle emanated from the other side of the car.

'You actually think this is a dream?' Came the laughing accusation. Misaki stubbornly ignored it, gritting his teeth. He still felt slightly ill, but it seemed the worst had passed.

'You are adorable Misaki, you know that?'

Scratch that. He felt ill – very ill indeed. He flung his eyes open, ready to retort with something biting, but the face barely inches away from his own stopped him in his tracks. The words died on his lips as he once again caught himself admiring Usami's face/voice/everything. What was it about him that was so compelling? And why did he keep having to use Misaki's first name? It was too…intimate.

Taking advantage of his momentary tranquility, the older boy leaned forward and pressed his warm lips once more to Misaki's, who was too lost in his own world to react fast enough. His mouth was skillfully coaxed open and the kiss deepened, eliciting a small, involuntary moan from the green eyed boy. He felt Usami grin wolfishly through the kiss, causing him to blush once again - that same fluttery, too hot feeling returned, making him shiver with pleasure. Distantly, he wondered how the Student council president had gotten so good at kissing.

A hand crept teasingly inside his shirt, trailing goosebumps with soft fingertips over a tight abdomen. Usami's lips left his mouth in favour for his jaw, and then his neck, causing Misaki to arch into the feeling and tilt his head back-

A voice broke in.

'Excuse me, Sir, but we have arrived.'

Usami reluctantly broke off, leaving a panting and slightly bewildered Misaki, and turned to glare at Tanaka-san.

'You could have waited a few more minutes.' He muttered under his breath, sweeping an elegant hand through his silver locks and pulling down his red school tie with the other. The elder butler, used to his Masters attitude, simply shrugged and kindly ignored the bright red boy cowering with embarrassment in the corner of the car. Evidently he had forgotten about the driver.

Tanaka opened the car door with a spotless white gloved hand, posture oozing perfectionism. Usagi gracefully slid out into the cold air, propelled by his long legs, followed by a slightly stumbling Misaki.

The younger student's gaze travelled from the ground, where it was busy making sure he didn't trip, up to the building in front of him. As he looked up at his new home a gasp escaped his mouth, his emerald orbs bulging. This wasn't a house. This wasn't even a mansion. This was more like…a palace! Those girls weren't exaggerating when they said he was a millionaire!

'T-this is where you l-live?' Misaki managed to choke out, staring up in disbelief. Now that they were stood next to each other, the height difference was even more pitiably obvious: Misaki inwardly grimaced. One day. One day he would grow – even if he had to drink all the milk in the world–

Usami looked down at him unconcernedly, his large eyes half lidded in slight boredom. 'Yes. Why, is there something wrong with it?'

The younger male simply looked at him, eyes wide, and didn't say anything, before letting out a crazy laugh. 'No, no. Nothing wrong with it.' He half cried, shaking his head.

'Are you alright?' Usami asked, worried about how his guest was sounding slightly mental. Maybe he damaged something serious when he hit his head? His thoughts were visible on his face.

It was all Misaki could do to nod, as they began the long, gravel crunching walk to his pillared front steps.

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