A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I suddenly got a tonne of hours at work! Anyway, there's no lemon here, but it does sort of advance the 'plot.'

It wasn't like Usagi didn't know what was going on. He could smell jealousy a mile away, and he knew Misaki well enough to know when he was feeling neglected. Still, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Misaki's actions as of late. Maybe he'd make time to give his needy uke the attention he deserved. It wouldn't be fair to Misaki to ignore his obvious cries for affection.

A new idea came into his head then, perhaps he'd milk this a little longer. Perhaps he'd give it another week, then they could get back to business as usual. It might also be best to discuss part of his plan with Takahiro (not the parts about having hot sex with Misaki of course), and figure out how to budget his time effectively. He'd have to make an appearance and explain the situation eventually, and Usagi wanted to help plan the timing. So he did the responsible thing and called Takahiro.

"Hello?" He said upon picking up.

"I was wondering if you'd like to get a coffee." Usagi said, direct and to the point.

"Sounds good."

"I'll pick you up then." With that, Usagi hung up and left.

-At the Coffee Shop-

The two sat across from each other occasionally making small talk. Eventually the conversation led to a discussion of Takahiro's troubles, as they always do lately. "Does Misaki know what happened between me and her?"

Usagi set his coffee down and though about how to answer. "I think he knows something's wrong, but I haven't told him the details yet." It was a blatant lie, but an easily believed lie. It would probably put more strain on poor Takahiro if he had to worry about his brother any more than he already did, so it was a lie of necessity.

"I'm worried about how he'll take the news. Knowing him, he'll probably blame himself for it."

"That does sound like something he'd do." Usagi conceded. "How about we tell him together in one week's time? I'll ease him into it."

"I think that could work." Takahiro said. "But, do you think he'll be able to handle it?" As of now Takahiro worried that Misaki was already stressed because of school, the last thing he wanted for his little brother was more unnecessary stress.

"He's strong." The author asserted. "I think he'll be more disappointed if you don't tell him."

"You're right, thanks."

"It's no problem." Usagi replied. The conversation bounced around for a little while longer, until the two decided to part ways. Now that a day was set, the author would be sure to cash in on Misaki's jealousy for the rest of the week. Sure it was a little sleazy to even think such a thing, but this was Usagi after all.

-Later-

When Misaki returned home, Usagi was already there. His annoyance with the author was still fairly apparent, and he turned toward the kitchen without saying a word. Usagi wasn't having that though. The tutor followed him into the kitchen. It was obvious that he was being ignored, so he remedied that by wrapping his arms around the target. To his surprise, Misaki hardly reacted. The uke just stood there as if refusing to validate the other's existence. That simply would not do. So Usagi reached into his pocket and pulled out- coupons? Receipts? Misaki wasn't sure, but he was a little intrigued. No chance he'd ask about the mystery tickets though.

"You said you could use a vacation, right?" Upon hearing that, the student tensed. He still refused to respond though. "Well, I have a suite booked for us. It won't interfere with your studies and it'll be just the two of us."

Misaki scoffed. What he wanted to respond with was 'you only want to be alone with me so you can act out your perverted fantasies.' But what he actually said was, "just the two of us?" Then he immediately kicked himself mentally for being so easily swayed by the possibility of gaining Usagi's attention.

That was exactly the reaction the author was looking for. He grinned and inviting grin, "yeah, just the two of us."

Although he really wanted to turn down the offer, he rationed that he'd do it for the fancy hotel and the prospect of a vacation and totally NOT because he wanted to spend time alone with Usagi. So, reluctantly, and in the most defiant tone he could muster, he said "okay." He still wasn't happy, but he was coming around.

The ride to the hotel was eerily silent. Misaki sat in the passenger's side with his arms folded. His expression was a constant pout that was too cute for words. He absolutely refused to engage in any sort of playful banter with the other present party, and so it remained quiet. No one even bothered to turn on the radio.

Once they arrived though, Misaki seemed to loosen up a little. Just a little. At least he was willing to talk now. "Did you at least reserve a room with two beds?"

"Technically it's two rooms. There'll be a door separating our designating sleeping areas, but it's counted as one room."

Hearing that was both reassuring and annoying at the same time, but for now Misaki wouldn't make an issue of it. "Well, let's go already." He insisted, wondering how this room could possibly be any better than his room at Usagi's. When they arrived though, he was impressed. It was way fancier than what he was used to, and the one room had a Jacuzzi and what he assumed to be a fitness centre. The view from up here was also gorgeous and oddly romantic.

Misaki's musings didn't last all that long though, as he felt the familiar sensations of being held tightly. He growled but didn't pull away. A second later he heard the not so sleazy voice of his tutor, "let's go to bed."

"Is that all you ever think about?" Misaki said indignantly, only to be dragged toward the bed anyway. Eventually he was laid out face up with Usagi over him. By now he figured something was going to happen...

But nothing unusual came about. Instead, the tutor simply lay out next to him with an unreadable expression on his face. Misaki was about to question his motives when Usagi started talking. "What do you think of the place?"

"It's okay." The student replied without thinking. He tried to turn away then, only to be pulled into the usual bear hug. Strangely enough he didn't struggle and just sort of let it happen.

"Misaki." The older said in a velvety voice. "I love you."

The younger tensed but didn't reply. His heart quickened but he tried to ignore it. This was just what a pervert would say to get what he wanted! He probably said this to every guy because that's how a pervert operates.

For a while the two stayed like that, at one point Misaki had made himself comfortable while Usagi cuddled him. It was surprisingly tranquil, and Misaki was soon asleep with contentment. The author smiled. As of now he had one week to work with, and he intended to make full use of it.