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Misaki: They get it but you still have to say it every time.

Chey: Greeeeeeaaaat.

Misaki: Still, no arguing today. That's good.

Chey: I'm just going easy on you for this chapter. Now there's just this and the Epilogue.

Misaki: Thank god.

Day Three—Evening

"And we are done!" Ijuuin called happily.

"Banzai!" Misaki yelled, excitement getting the better of him.

Hanehara just smiled softly. She was not an easily excited person. Instead, she got easily to her feet and collected up all the papers. "Takahashi-kun, I have to swing by Marukawa for my paycheck. I'll take the pages with me, shall I?"

Misaki looked taken aback. "If it's no trouble—oh, but Sensei and I are going to dinner. Aren't you coming?"

She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "I'm not into being a third wheel," she replied as she scooped up her things.

"Third wheel?" Misaki asked confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She just shrugged and glanced at her phone. It was nearly eight. The main doors of the office would be shut but someone would be there, waiting for Ijuuin's pages.

Misaki smiled. "Thanks. If you're sure?"

She nodded and made for the door. "I'm leaving first."

"Bye," Misaki replied.

"Bye," Ijuuin added.

Without looking at them, Hanehara rolled her eyes and left, slamming the door behind her. "Idiot," she muttered darkly. Still, a small smile played on her lips. She was a closted fangirl, but a fangirl nonetheless.

"So, dinner," Ijuuin said, rubbing his hands together. "Shall we?" he asked, turning to Misaki.

"Yeah." Misaki glanced automatically at his cell phone, half-expecting Usagi-san's number to show up. It didn't. Misaki sighed and called the publishers office to tell them Hanehara-san was on her way.

…

Dinner was in a casual hotel restaurant. They'd been seated in a semi-private room, where the booth went all the way around the table and they sat next to each other, looking out at the room which had a few interesting pieces of art. Mostly though, Ijuuin just watched Misaki, who consumed food and drink with vigor and avoided looking at Sensei. He wasn't sure whether Ijuuin had drunk as much as he had or any at all really. He couldn't even explain what kept him going. It was just this nervous energy that made him a panicky mess. Wine just continued to flow into Misaki's glass and down his throat.

He knew he was worried about something. Something he didn't even properly know what it was, but drowning in alcohol wasn't helping unfortunately. At this point though, he wasn't thinking clearly enough to realize that it wasn't helping.

Then Ijuuin put his big hand on Misaki's shoulder and Misaki sagged against it.

"Takahashi-kun, are you okay?" he asked carefully.

Misaki nodded absently and murmured, "Hey, Sensei, do you have a girlfriend?"

Ijuuin nearly choked. "N-no I don't."

"Oh. I just thought maybe that maybe you had one that was kept quiet. Unless you're secretly married or somethin'," he muttered drunkenly.

Ijuuin laughed. "I'm definitely not married." He readjusted so the boy was leaning against his chest rather than just his hand. "There is someone I have feelings for, though."

"Oh?" Misaki asked. "Who?"

"You."

Misaki was silent for a moment then cackled. "You're hilarious, Sensei."

"Hey, I'm serious, here!" Ijuuin said defensively.

"Yeah right. That's silly…'cause I'm a boy." Misaki wasn't really thinking clearly but he thought the man was just teasing him.

"I don't care," Ijuuin replied. "And I know you don't care."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Misaki asked, his words slurring messily.

"I mean that I like you and you seem okay with guys."

"I'm not okay with guys," Misaki muttered.

Ijuuin raise his dark brows. "What about Usami Sensei?"

"He's…different."

"What about me? I thought you said you...love me."

Misaki pulled away and got staggeringly to his feet. "I do," he said slowly. "But not…not like that."

Ijuuin got up too. "Are you sure about that?"

Misaki nodded, head bobbing maniacally.

"Care to test it?" Then he kissed the younger man. Passion swamped both of them. For Ijuuin, it was a slow, steady heat that built in the places where they touched as he pulled Misaki to him. For Misaki, it was ferocious heat that filled his skin and poured out of his lips and into his Idol.

He forgot about everything. Usagi-san, their mutual love and his promise to Usagi to be careful. He forgot it all and wrapped his arms around Ijuuin's neck. When they broke the kiss to breathe, Ijuuin whispered, "I got a room upstairs. Shall we use it?"

Half-drowning in this heat and tenderness that he'd not felt in the beginning of his relationship with Usagi-san, he was completely caught off-guard and unprepared. For once, he didn't think. He couldn't think. He just nodded wordlessly. Their lips met again and Misaki couldn't recall much else until he was lying on a bed in a darkened room. Ijuuin loomed over him, his eyes catching just a speck of light from the moon outside the window. Then he leaned down and kissed Misaki who kissed back in a dreamlike motion. His slim hips twitched and thrust against Ijuuin's wider ones.

His jeans, he realized, were still there but unbuttoned. His erection reached out to brush against the other that hovered above it.

"Takahashi," Ijuuin rasped against his lips. "No, Misaki…"

Misaki shuddered and moaned softly. He wanted to stop. In a small part of his mind, he was screaming to stop this. Stop it all! But his body and the inebriated part of his mind ignored him and his wants. His hips arched more strongly and Ijuuin obliged them, sliding down. His stomach grazed over Misaki, shirt catching for a moment until he pulled at it and tossed it aside. Misaki knew he was shirtless too, though he couldn't remember it happening.

Then he was free and cold for a split second before Ijuuin opened his mouth wide and enclosed Misaki's erection. White hot lava erupted through Misaki and sent him screaming over the edge in a matter of moments. He groaned, red-faced and looked down. "Sorry," he whispered.

Ijuuin looked up and smirked. "Don't apologize. You taste delicious."

Misaki winced and slouched against the pillows. "Don't say that."

"Why not? You're…luscious." The words dripped off his cum-slicked tongue and turned Misaki into a driveling mess. He let his head fall to the side and moaned loudly. Ijuuin crawled back up, somehow losing his pants along the way. He kissed Misaki once more and whispered, "Are you ready?"

"For what?" Misaki was getting kind of hazy and sleepy though he had recovered he erection relatively quickly.

"For this." He prodded at Misaki's entrance. The boy tightened up, staring up at Sensei. He paused. He really should stop but somehow…he nodded.

Ijuuin smiled and stuck his fingers in his mouth. He sucked for a moment then gripped Misaki's erection, catching up some cum and slipped one finger then a second and a third inside the boy. They wiggled and nearly sent Misaki over the edge a second time. Ijuuin paused, letting Misaki adjust before he continued. He took a sort of sadistic pleasure in bringing Misaki so close to the edge only to stop. It would make the end result all the better.

"Misaki," he whispered. "I like you."

Misaki tried to protest but only moaned. He was beyond words. The heat was so intense that he wasn't sure what cold was anymore.

Then Usagi-san's hands appeared in his mind's eye. They were blissfully cool, always cutting through the heat to offer him a break, reprieve. There was none of that here. Only hot madness and sweetness and lust. Misaki longed for the cold but there was none to be had.

When Ijuuin finally pierced him, Misaki flew off the edge again and again, riding the waves of heat and intensity. He felt the pressure and the filling sensation through the pleasure interlaced with pain. Sweat poured over his skin as he rode it out until everything drove him nearly mad. He was on the verge of losing it altogether. He was so far gone.

Then he felt Ijuuin let go and come. He shuddered and went stiff, then limp in rapid succession. He collapsed briefly on Misaki and then rolled, landing on his back on the other side of the bed. Misaki wanted to get up and clean up but he was too tired. He sagged and gave into hazy exhaustion and alcohol.

To be continued…

Chey: So, the consensual sex won out. Sorry to all you people who wanted me to turn Ijuuin into a rapist. Just the Epilogue left now. I know. Deal with it. Readers, review to make your satisfied, unsatisfied, ecstatic and outrageously angry opinions known! And review for cookies!

Misaki: Oh yes, they're all going to review for cookies.

Chey: Hey, it's how I boost all my counts. Anyway, thanks for reading.

~CheyanneChika