A/N: Okay, so, I'm sort of in the home stretch with this fic. Now's the time to request something if you'd like to see it happen! Anyway, there be a lemon here. Read on if that appeals to you!

Upon waking up, both parties appeared to be in good spirits. Usagi watched as his uke got dressed, much to Misaki's annoyance. When the maid arrived with their breakfast, the author thanked her and began explaining all of the perks that came with the room.

"It comes complete with all the room service you could want."

"That sounds- good." Misaki didn't want to validate what could only be perversion, so he kept his answers as short as he could.

"We've also got a cabinet full of exotic oils."

The smaller tensed. Of course there'd be something like that here. "Tch." Misaki said, obviously not thrilled about the implications. Though, in truth, he wanted to see what kinds of oils they had and what they did, but he'd never admit that to himself.

"We've also got full access to all of the movies on the hotel's database."

"Don't you order any of THOSE kinds of movies! I don't want people thinking I'm a pervert like you!" He barked back. The last thing he needed was his good reputation destroyed by someone else's weird fantasies.

"Fine, fine." The author said. "Anyway, I'll drive you to school. Get ready."

Misaki just nodded and gathered what he needed.

-Later-

Usagi had ordered a cab for Misaki in advance to bring him back to the hotel. The student almost passed it by, but the cab driver made himself known and explained that Usagi was currently out on 'important business.' Misaki thought that meant he was out with his brother, and was instantly put into a bad mood. Even when they were supposedly on a vacation for just the two of them, that pervert still had to make time for his brother. What a shameless thing to do.

So Misaki entered the empty room in his usual jealous rage. He sat on the bed and folded his arms, trying to convince himself that he wasn't angry. He tried really hard to convince himself that he wasn't angry, but he was. It was just so unbelievably frustrating to be ignored like this.

His line of vision somehow landed on what appeared to be an unfinished manuscript. Perhaps Usagi was working on his latest literary masterpiece? Misaki shimmied over to it and gave it once over, then threw it down in frustration. Of course it had to be one of THOSE books. It only served to annoy Misaki further. Somehow he found himself reading it though, out of boredom or curiosity he didn't know. The scenario seemed oddly similar to what was happening now. There was a heavy emphasis on massages and oils and Misaki resolved to not give in and not do anything that he just read. It wouldn't happen! No way he'd bend to that pervert's desires!

-Later Still-

Once Usagi returned, he was pleased to find his uke sitting in the middle of the oils he mentioned earlier. Of course Misaki looked up at the author like a deer in the headlights as he couldn't hide his position or the bottle currently in his hands. His face turned red and his heart raced as he tried to think of an explanation. "I uh-" But nothing came to mind. Usagi took this opportunity to get closer, kneeling down so that he was almost eye level with Misaki. The bag he carried was laid to the side, and the student didn't even bother to consider what it was.

It was then that the smaller got his first idea and ran with it. "I thought you might be uh- a little tense." He swallowed, and wanted to hide his burning face as he delivered his feeble excuse. "So I was trying to find the oil that relieves muscle tension."

"Oh?" Usagi moved in closer upon hearing that, so their faces were almost touching. Misaki instinctively closed his eyes, expecting to be kissed. But it didn't happen, so he opened his eyes to see the tutor holding a bottle. "I think this is the one you're looking for."

"Ah. Thanks." He took the bottle then, and turned away to uncap it. He didn't want to see the expression on the other's face. The oil had a pleasant smell, something like lavender and vanilla. Misaki then turned to face the other again. "If you want, you can lie down. On the bed." He bit his lip like he couldn't believe he actually said that.

Of course there was no resistance from the tutor. His sly expression didn't change as he got up and threw himself carelessly on the bed, face up. "Like this?"

Misaki tensed up again, and he could feel the hairs on his neck stand. Usagi was doing this on purpose, trying to get the uke to say all sorts of embarrassing things. Well, it was working- "Lie face down." His voice was barely audible.

"What was that?"

"I said lie face down! How do you expect me to massage you like that?"

"Alright." Usagi flipped onto his stomach then, but made no further moves.

At that, Misaki appeared to get a little agitated. "Take your shirt off too."

"Do you just want to see my sexy body?"

"NO!" He barked back, obviously daunted by this whole scenario. "Just, how am I going to use the oil if you have clothes on?" He mentally kicked himself for saying that.

Either way, it seemed like Usagi was being unusually compassionate because he did what he was told without making any snide comments. He only removed his shirt and went back to laying face down with his arms above his head. Cautiously Misaki approached with the oil in hand. No going back now. So he straddled Usagi and laid his hands on his back. There was a moment of hesitation before he began to knead. At first it was a little awkward, as the uke hardly knew what he was doing, but eventually he found his rhythm.

Underneath him the tutor purred and occasionally let out a soft moan as Misaki worked the knots. With reluctance, the younger started applying the oil. The scent of lavender and vanilla became strong, and Usagi could feel a slight tingling sensation across his skin. Misaki could feel the tingling too, in his fingers. The whole thing made for a strangely erotic experience.

"How's that?" Misaki said, pulling back. He figured he was done for now.

Usagi purred and flipped their positions. "I'm going to do you now." He said decisively. Misaki flinched, expecting to be attacked, but instead he felt a gentle hand under his shirt.

"What are you?" He froze, unable to finish that thought as a hand passed over his chest.

"I can't use the oil if you're wearing clothes." Usagi said smugly. Misaki scoffed, but complied with the demands. So, with shaky hands, he took off his shirt and lay face down just as the tutor had done. Seconds later there were strong hands on his back working out all of the knots that Misaki may or may not have incurred through all of his stressing.

"Mmm." He purred, arching slightly at the gentle touches.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah." He said with a sigh. For some reason the scent was making him feel hot, though it wasn't entirely unpleasant. "Usagi-san." His voice was needy and erotic.

"Misaki." He stopped massaging then, and leaned in to kiss the other's cheek. Then he ran a hand along the student's belly down toward his pants. They'd have to go. So he slinked his hands around to the front, unbuttoning and removing those annoying garments.

Misaki knelt on his knees and elbows with his face near the headboard. Already his breath was hot and his mind hazy. He raised his butt up, inviting the other to start already. Usagi made sure he was thoroughly coated in the oil and then pressed himself in. Misaki moaned and instantly started stroking himself. His hips moved on their own and he couldn't help but moan at every movement.

"Do it- stronger." Misaki said as he forced his hips back. "More."

"Hah." He quickened his pace, occasionally giving Misaki a quick slap on the ass. Misaki moaned and arched, trying to take in more of that cock.

"More- unh Usagi-san." He tried to stroke himself in time with the thrusts, but it ended up erratic and without rhythm. The author noticed and wrapped his hand around Misaki's, trying to control the pace. "Muh. Un, Usagi-san."

"Misaki- hah."

"Nnn." The oil Usagi used had created such a sensation that Misaki couldn't think straight. It felt so unusually good that his body was acting on its own, impaling itself fiercely again and again on that shaft. "Muh- naa ahh." He curved his back and gripped the sheets. At some point he started biting the pillow and moaning relentlessly into it. His muffled moans weren't completely stifled though.

Usagi's breath became ragged as Misaki's, and his pace uncontrolled. His grip on Misaki had intensified enough to make his uke drop the pillow and fill the room with the sound of his cries. "Usagi-san- I'm-" He felt the other release inside him at that. Misaki came the second after.

As the tutor pulled out, the sensation of the oil lingered. The younger was still a little hazy in his thoughts, but he was happy. That rush of hormones and affection had put him into a state of euphoria, and it didn't go unnoticed by the tutor.

They lay together for a while. Eventually the older pulled the student close and kissed him. The kisses were sloppy and all over the place, but Misaki didn't care. He tried to kiss back, but ending up missing and catching the side of Usagi's cheek or his chin.

The day was still fairly young however, so they certainly wouldn't be going to sleep right away. Once Usagi was done sloppily kissing his lover(?) he carried him toward the hot tub. No objections were raised.

As they entered the Jacuzzi, Misaki was starting to come to the realization of what just happened. Although he was a little ashamed of being so lewd, he couldn't deny the fact that it was, overall, a pleasant experience. They were both seated, and the bubble jets were turned on already. Misaki made his way over to Usagi and laid his head on his arm, mainly because he was too short to reach the shoulder. Usagi wrapped that arm around the smaller man and pulled him close, and Misaki rested a hand on the other's chest. All the while Misaki thought about how he could explain this interaction later, when he was feeling a lot less romantic.

"By the way." The student said suddenly, though unable to look the other in the eye, "what was in the bag?" Sure he was still irked that his tutor had the audacity to invite him on a vacation only to ditch him for his brother, but he might feel a little better if he at least knew what Usagi and his brother were up to.

"Oh that? A box of fancy cookies and a scarf for you."

"For me?"

"Yeah. I haven't been around much, have I? I got you a present to apologise for leaving you lonely."

Misaki scoffed. "I'm not lonely. And I don't care if you're out with my brother." It was pretty obvious that he meant the exact opposite of that, but Usagi wouldn't call him on it. He'd do it later if Misaki was being unusually combative.