Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica (I can't draw that good, or you know, at all)

Thank you Tamazingrace for the idea behind this chapter. (I really should start coming up with my own material at some point, but everyone else has such good ideas.

Chapter 11

Misaki smiled as he refilled the punch bowl. The party was in full swing, with everyone chit chatting and eating. So far no one had passed out, gotten drunk, or started to fight. Hiroki and Nowaki were in a corner talking with Aikawa about the different books that Marukawa published, while Takahiro and Manami talked with Usagi and Isaka about the economy. Misaki was glad that everyone had managed to occupy him or herself. He didn't think when the doorbell went off, only pressing the response buzzer to let whoever was downstairs in. then he forgot as Usagi-san called him over to join the conversation.

A few minutes passed before a knock at the door called Hiroki's attention from his conversation. "I'll get it," he called, even though no one else had noticed. He went to the door and pulled it open. "Are you here for the party?" He asked the tall Man with brown hair and cold eyes.

"Yes," the man's cold voice carried across the room. Usagi stiffened as Isaka smiled slightly. They both turned to see Usami Haruhiko standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?" Usagi almost snarled.

Misaki, sensing danger like an antelope with a lion at its back, turned slowly to see the man. "Usagi-ani?" He asked, startled.

"Misaki," he acknowledged.

"Usami-san, I haven't seen you since Akihiko and I were in high school." Takahiro, the clueless wonder, was completely ignoring the tension in the room as he crossed it to shake the man's hand. "You probably don't remember me, I'm Misaki's older brother, Takahashi Takahiro."

Haruhiko took his hand. "Of course, forgive me for forgetting you," he said, politely. "I was unaware, however the Misaki was your brother."

"Well, it's not like I brought him with me when I was with Akihiko." Takahiro tried to respond properly while he asked himself why Usami-san was referring to his brother without an honorary. Were they that close? Takahiro cast a look in Misaki's direction. Misaki looked absolutely horrified. Beside him, Akihiko was glaring daggers at his brother. What the hell was going on?

"Of course not." Haruhiko replied to Takahiro's comment. He was about to say more when Usagi cut him off.

"This is a private party. Get out." Usagi was furious. How dare this man interrupt his affairs, again.

"But I was invited." Haruhiko nodded to Isaka who was trying to slip away to hid—to use the bathroom.

"Err," Isaka rubbed the back of his head. "Well, Usami Sensei, he is your brother after all. I thought he ought to be here."

Usagi was going to throw the man out anyway, but Misaki put a hand on his shoulder. "Let him stay. He is your brother after all."

Usagi gave in, unable to refuse the boy anything. "Fine, whatever."

"Usagi-ani, do you want something to eat?"

"Sure." He allowed himself to be lead to the buffet Misaki had set up, while Usagi glowered and Takahiro looked confused. Manami wasn't sure why, but her intuition was warning her about Usami Haruhiko. There was something about him that she thought was just off. Maybe it was the way he'd reacted with Misaki vs. the way he addressed his brother. Yes, something was definitely off.

…

Manami wondered if her intuition was failing her. So far, Haruhiko had been the perfect gentleman. Usagi had continued to ice the man out but he had found a conversation topic with Isaka so he didn't notice. Still, she had some serious foreboding.

…

The party was winding down. Hiroki and Nowaki had both left the moment Hiroki had gotten drunk enough to make lusty eyes at his lover. Nowaki had grinned, thanked Misaki for inviting them, and fled. Manami, who had been leaning against the wall that divided the apartment and the hallway, heard and felt several thumps as the boys stopped to make out on their way to the elevator. Aikawa had gone as well, she had a meeting in the morning and needed to sleep. And Asahina had shown up, and dragged an extremely drunk Isaka out of the apartment amid protests of the guests who'd been watching him make a drunken fool of himself. With only a few guests remaining, Misaki had begun to clean. He slipped off to the kitchen with several plates and was putting them in the sink when he heard someone open and close the kitchen door.

He turned to see Haruhiko watching him. "Do you need something, Usagi-ani?"

"Yes." He did not elaborate.

"Well, what is it?"

"You."

Misaki sighed. "We've already been over this. I can't be with you. I lo-I love Usagi-san." He turned back to the dishes.

"I don't care."

"Huh? What—" he stopped as Haruhiko grabbed him and kissed him. Misaki shoved away, but Haruhiko followed him and forced him onto his back against the table. "Usami-san, no—" he shoved uselessly at Haruhiko's huge frame.

"Misaki, Manami and I are leav—" Takahiro had come into the kitchen. He stared at the scene before him: Usagi's older brother, holding Misaki down on a table.

Takahiro snapped. "GET THE HELL OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER!"

Usagi burst into the room and stared at his brother and Misaki for a second before he strode forward, yanked Haruhiko away, and threw him back against the counter. Then he grabbed up Misaki and hugged him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine."

"I think you should leave." Usagi turned back to Haruhiko. Haruhiko straightened himself and his jacket and left without a word.

"Misaki, what the hell was that?" Takahiro looked pissed and shocked at the same time. "Are you messing around with him too?"

"Taka-love," Manami started, surprised.

"Well he's gay, and he's surrounded by all these gay people. Who else are you with? Hiroki? That professor I saw at your university? I mean he's obviously into people about your age."

"Onii-chan?!" Misaki stared at his brother, on the verge of tears.

"I may be an airhead, but I'm not that stupid. I mean you two were obviously busily doing that."

"Takahiro, you are going too far." Usagi had spoken for the first time since the outburst began. "Misaki is not involved with my brother, or anyone else other than me. Trust me when I say that, were that the case, the other man would not live to see another sunrise."

"And you're threatening death to people. This is what I am saying. Staying with you has provided Misaki with a very bad environment. This lifestyle is not healthy."

"Onii-chan—" Misaki started again. But Takahiro cut him off.

"Maybe Misaki should stay with us for a while."

TBC…

And I'm ending it with a cliffhanger. For the record, I came up with this twist in the story midway through writing what was supposed to be the end of this story. So of course, I ended up having to trash an hour's worth of work in order to make this story even more intriguing.

Please review, and thanks again to all the people who gave me stuff to use while I had writer's block. Oh yeah, I'm back baby and Mr. Writer's block has left the building.