In any other circumstance, it would have been comical: the way both Hiroki and Nowaki simultaneously snapped their heads up to gape at the figure in the doorway. In any other circumstance, Hiroki would have found it absolutely hysterical that Nowaki still had his lover's manhood in his mouth when he turned towards the door.
However, Hiroki, or anyone else for that matter, was anything but laughing. Hiroki's pulsing, on-the-verge-of-erupting erection went completely soft within the time span of two seconds as his widening russet eyes met a violet glare.
"Akihiko?" Hiroki rasped, at the same time Nowaki mumbled around the flesh occupying his mouth; "Ush'ami-sh'an?"
"Living room," Akihiko growled. Without another word, he swept from the bedroom and stomped down the hall. Nowaki allowed Hiroki's member to slide out of his mouth with a slight pop.
"Eh… d-do… do we finish… or what?" Nowaki asked awkwardly. Hiroki whapped him upside the head.
"Of course not!" he yelled sharply. Nowaki scrambled off the bed as Hiroki sat up, hastily re-wrapping himself in his bathrobe and tying the sash. Before Hiroki could protest, Nowaki scooped his arms under his disgruntled lover's back and knees, hoisting him up off the bed. Hiroki yelped at the movement and clung to Nowaki's neck as he dashed out of the room and down the hall.
In the living room, Akihiko was holding Misaki tightly by the back of the collar of his shirt.
"Akihiko, let go of him," Hiroki demanded sternly. However, he didn't look very intimidating in a fluffy robe and in the arms of a man. Hiroki glanced at Nowaki, who nodded in understanding and set his lover down gently on his feet.
"As soon as you explain to me why my lover is here and not home, where he belongs," Akihiko spat lividly. "Why the hell didn't you call me, Hiroki?"
"You kicked him out!" Hiroki exclaimed angrily. Akihiko snapped his gaze to Misaki.
"I told you that maybe you should go cool your head a little, not move out!" Akihiko snapped.
"Well with the way you treated me, anyone would've guessed that what you said sounded like you were kicking me out!" Misaki shouted back, shoving Akihiko in an attempt to wrench himself from his taller lover's grasp.
"I was terrified! I thought Haruhiko had taken you from me again!"
"Stop treating him like an object!" Hiroki roared furiously.
"I have never treated him like an object!" Akihiko yelled. Misaki promptly burst into tears as Akihiko shook him like a rag doll. Hiroki jolted as if to charge forward, but his upper arm was caught by Nowaki's strong hand. He resorted to shouting, thrashing in rage against Nowaki's grasp.
"YOU'RE TREATING HIM LIKE ONE RI-" Hiroki began in a loud shriek.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Nowaki suddenly bellowed, making all three of the fighting men jump in surprise. He stomped past Hiroki and marched up to Misaki and Akihiko. Before anyone had time to protest, Nowaki shoved Akihiko down into the couch behind him. "You sit down!"
Next, he shoved Misaki down beside his very startled lover.
"And you sit down!" Nowaki barked. He whirled to face Hiroki, who flinched. Hiroki instinctively wrapped his arms protectively around his belly, and Nowaki's steely, flashing stare softened slightly. Hiroki squeaked as he was picked up under the arms like a toddler. He was kindly placed down into the armchair beside him. Nowaki patted the top of his head. "And you, Hiro-san, just take a deep breath, okay? Think of the baby."
Hiroki relaxed, Nowaki's calm voice relieving his fluttering heart. Nowaki turned back to Akihiko and Misaki, the gentleness of his cobalt eyes returning.
"Okay. All of you, just settle down, alright?" Nowaki said, sighing.
"All you care about is reputation, Misaki," Akihiko began bitterly without prompt.
"Usami-san…" Nowaki trailed off warningly, his body becoming rigid as he prepared himself to split up another fight. Hiroki reached out to put a soothing hand on his lover's tensed forearm.
"It's okay, Nowaki. This is as calm as he's going to get," Hiroki murmured knowingly. Nowaki nodded and perched on the armrest of Hiroki's chair, folding his arms across his chest.
"That is not all that matters to me, and you know it," Misaki said defiantly, clenching his fists on his knees.
"Yes it is," Akihiko snapped, bristling. "Even though I try to show you that I love you, and that I'd go to the ends of this earth for you, in the end all you care about is what other people think! It's as if you love everyone else except for me!"
"That's not true!" Misaki sobbed, his face contorting as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks.
"It is! This has always been a problem with us! You have never loved me, you only care about my career! You only stay with me because I'm rich, don't yo-"
Nowaki and Hiroki jumped simultaneously as a resounding crack abruptly cut off Akihiko's rant. Misaki panted, his hand still outstretched and raised as Akihiko reached up to touch the red slap mark on the side of his face.
"It was never about the money," Misaki snarled, his voice gravelly with emotion. He wiped his tears away with the back of his hands.
"Misaki-kun," Nowaki whispered, moving to stand from his perch on the armrest. Hiroki grabbed his arm, though, stopping him.
"Would someone who was only in it for the money happily do all of your chores all day while their beloved works? Would they be proud to have such a hardworking lover who can still find time to have breakfast with them in the morning? Would they feel like the luckiest man alive because that same hardworking, award-winning lover still depends heavily on them? Would they fucking cry themselves to sleep every night because they can never have a baby with the person they love? Would they?" Misaki choked, putting his hands over his chest as he spoke. "And how could you believe that I was only in it for the money if I told you that I hug my pillows at night, wishing I had the courage to come sleep with you?"
Misaki fell silent, and Hiroki swore he could've heard a pin drop. The air was thick with emotional tension, making Hiroki uncomfortable. Misaki, however, seemed to have forgotten that Nowaki and Hiroki were even there, his emerald eyes locked firmly on Akihiko's violet stare.
"The money… it never mattered to me," Misaki sniffled. Then, his face scrunched up with anger and he furiously slammed his fist down onto his own leg. He began to shout. "You could have been a penniless, homeless, jobless man and I still would have fallen in love with you the night you lost Nii-chan for good!"
Everything went quiet again as Misaki panted to catch his breath. Then, slowly, his face reddened as he recounted everything he had said in his emotional tangent. He seemed to finally realize that Nowaki and Hiroki were still there, and his eyes widened in embarrassment. He shot to his feet, laughing nervously as he stumbled over himself.
"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, bowing repeatedly to Hiroki and Nowaki. He spun on his heel and tried to make a dash for the front door, but Akihiko was faster. His hand shot out and snatched up Misaki's wrist. With a gasp, Misaki was forcibly yanked down into Akihiko's lap, where he straddled his lover's legs. Before he could protest, Akihiko cupped his face in his hands and thrust his lips against his tiny lover's, making out messily with him without caring who else was in the room. Misaki tried to shove away at first, but had quickly found himself trapped in his lover's arms, unable to escape. He succumbed to the kiss, his widened eyes darkening as they fluttered shut.
Hiroki, meanwhile, looked on in horror as he watched his best friend's tongue enter his student's mouth.
"Wha-… we can't d-do this h-here, Usagi-sa- mmn," Misaki breathed, his words smothered by Akihiko's silencing kiss. Misaki arched his back into his lover, subconsciously grinding his hips against Akihiko's lap.
"Th-This…" Hiroki trailed off, dumbfounded by the scene unfolding before him and finding himself unable to move. He vaguely felt a big hand grab his and pull him up out of his chair and down the hallway. Hiroki was dazedly led to the bedroom, and when the door shut behind him, he snapped back to the present.
"What the hell do those two idiots think they're doing?" Hiroki shouted, whirling around to face the door again. Nowaki, however, stopped his little lover by blocking the doorway with one large arm.
"Just let them be, Hiro-san. They're in their own world now. We have no right to disturb them," Nowaki said soothingly, herding Hiroki back towards the bed. Hiroki absentmindedly walked backwards, trying to peer over Nowaki's shoulder.
"But our couch-!" Hiroki protested, not really paying attention as he was lowered gently onto the snow white sheets, his brown locks haloing around his face.
"Well, we made up a big fight in a rather sinful place, too, Hiro-san. I think having sex in a public school library is worse than having sex at a friend's house," Nowaki chuckled, moving in between Hiroki's legs and untying the sash of the bathrobe encasing his petite lover.
"But we were alone!" Hiroki continued. He opened his mouth to say more, but the muffled voice of Misaki interrupted him.
"Mmm! Ah, ah, oh! Usagi-s- ahhhn!"
"See what I mean? Completely ridi- ah!" Hiroki cried out as a warm, wet mouth engulfed his member. "N-Nowaki, stop… I'm tr-trying… trying to… I'm… ohhh…"
Hiroki raked his fingers through his chestnut hair, shutting his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows in pleasure. He trembled as Nowaki hummed around his shaft, feeling his member begin to rapidly harden.
"Mmm… 'iro-sh'an," Nowaki groaned around Hiroki's erection, reaching into his sweatpants and jerking himself off.
"Nowaki… Nowaki!" Hiroki hissed, his panting and the throbbing of his beating heart drowning out all sounds of the other couple in the apartment.