This chapter was brought to you by two different versions of "A Thousand Miles". One was a cover by Ronan Parke, and the other was Vanessa Carlton's acoustic live version. This chapter also has some triggers at the end, and should be considered M for adult situations, but nothing graphic.

"Basically what I'm saying is that I want you to fuck me."

"That's crude."

"Please? I'll beg on my knees if you want. I want this.

I want you."

The day was moving too slowly for Akihiko's liking. He wanted the clock to hit 5 already, so that he'd be able to wash up and leave at 5:30 and meet Misaki at the restaurant by 6. Akihiko glanced up at the clock again. It was 3:00.

With a deep sigh, Akihiko clicked on some random link on his laptop. Isaka had emailed it to him, so of course it was just some dirty yaoi site that seemed to feature schoolboys, but only drawings. Feeling himself chub up, he tugged absentmindedly at his pants and scrolled through the feed. One image in particular caught his eye, and he clicked on the series.

It was a young man, around 18 or 19, with dark hair and huge eyes. He was being held down by his... teacher? What was this? Looking closer, Akihiko saw many similarities to Misaki, the thin legs, the shoulder length hair, the wide, wary eyes. He swallowed, and was soon harder than he had predicted he would be. Misaki...

4:00 had come and gone by the time Akihiko had finished helping himself, and he spent the next hour lounging in bed and thinking of what to wear. At 4:45, he'd taken a shower, and by 5:30, Usami Akihiko was ready to go.

As he drove to the restaurant, he thought back to the comic that had caused him to jerk off for a solid hour, and how the teen in it had been thrown roughly about the table and accepted his fate, being taken by the older man. Akihiko's pants tightened again as he thought about how Misaki might react if he tried that on him. How those gorgeous eyes would widen as he cupped him and forced him down onto the bed, how he would protest and moan under his kisses, how Misaki would begin to drown in pleasure even as he pleaded...

He had to wait for a solid four minutes before entering the restaurant, but when he did, he could see Misaki sitting at a table set for two in the corner. The hostess at the front took his name and escorted him to there, smiling the entire way.

Misaki was examining the menu at length, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. His eyes were low on the page, and his eyelashes seemed to barely touch his pink cheeks as he read. Misaki's hair was down today, and hung in soft waves. He must have curled in or something, seeing as it was usually stick straight. The waitress pulled out his seat for him, which was a nice surprise, and Misaki jolted up in surprise, his mouth open in an attractive 'o'. He smiled and reached across the table to take Akihiko's hand. The waitress waited for a moment in politeness before going into her spiel.

"Good evening, sirs, my name is Jennifer and I will be your waitress tonight. Would you like some drinks to start off tonight?" Akihiko glanced over at Misaki. He knew that the younger man couldn't drink, so he wouldn't either.

"I'll take just a strawberry lemonade, please." He said, smiling at the beauty across from him.

Misaki turned red under the candlelight and Akihiko's gaze, and his grip tightened. He spoke softly to Jennifer, "Could I get a water and a pink grapefruit and pomegranate soda?" She nodded and smiled to both of them.

"Of course. I'll go and get both of those drinks for you. If you need me for anything," She leaned forward and tapped the small screen on the table, which displayed a small button. A little pack on her belt buzzed accordingly. "Just tap this and I'll know to come and check on you guys." They both nodded. "And may I just say, you two are a lovely couple." Misaki blushed and Akihiko grinned proudly. Jennifer bowed and moved gracefully away.

Finally alone, Akihiko turned his attention to his angel. Misaki looked at him, his lips red stained again and so kissable. They were sitting there like adorable little rose petals, plump and luscious, his for the picking. So he did.

Akihiko stood from his side and leaned over to kiss Misaki squarely on the lips, feeling the man's body against him. Misaki raised a hand to Akihiko's shoulder and kissed him harder. He made a small moan into Akihiko's mouth, and the other man wanted to take him right there. It was so hard to resist touching him more and more, but they were doing inappropriate things in this restaurant, where other patrons were definitely watching them by now.

Akihiko pulled away reluctantly and stifled a groan at the sight. Misaki's eyes were closed, his lips puckered and just slightly apart. He opened his eyes slowly, and focused his gaze on Akihiko. Misaki blinked, and then his face broke into a soft, smoldering smile.

During this time, their drinks had somehow come to their table silently and swiftly. Akihiko could see Jennifer grinning at another table, and she'd obviously been very careful not to disturb them. Together, the men took their time deciding on entrees, to which Misaki had said, "I'm paying for everything. I mean it. I like you, and you paid for me yesterday. Let me."

Of course Akihiko had laughed and told him that was unnecessary, but the younger man was so determined, it was actually quite cute. Eventually the author had confessed, "Misaki, I'm quite wealthy. I can easily pay for this meal." When Misaki had opened his mouth to protest, he continued, "Misa-kun, I make enough in a day to pay your rent for a month. And I'm not exaggerating, nor do I say that to be offensive." Misaki stared at him with that comment, and simply stated, in that case, he was ordering whatever the fuck he wanted. It was hilarious and lovable at the same time.

After calling Jennifer over again and ordering, Misaki told Akihiko about his day and listened to Akihiko's as well. He asked about his writing, almost trying to pry to learn more, but Akihiko kept his questions at bay. "Just know that I'm more successful than E.L. James, sans the movie. My books are also less offensive, believe me." Misaki laughed at him, and rested his head on his hand as Akihiko described his latest book. He giggled at the right times, he gasped when appropriate, and he kept running his fingers over the older man's hand, which was at the same time exhilarating and distracting.

When their food arrived, Misaki dug in like a homeless person who'd been given their first meal. Akihiko ate slower, watching Misaki with happiness and slight apprehensiveness. Maybe the man was just hungry today. Misaki suddenly noticed Akihiko's stare and slowed himself. He lowered his eyes and cut into his steak at a much slower rate than before.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, clearly embarrassed at his excitement. "It's been a while since I had really good food. I was just excited." He blinked rapidly and took a long drink from his water glass.

Akihiko thought that he might be more embarrassed than Misaki, and quickly tried to reassure him that he was fine. "I'm just happy that you're eating, Misa-kun." Misaki smiled at him, and it was quiet and unassuming, a smile just for him.

After their dinner, Akihiko led Misaki out to his car. "Do- do you need a ride somewhere?" He asked awkwardly, not wanting to let the man leave his sight. Misaki bounced on his toes a bit and then swayed back and forth, letting his arms swing at his sides.

"Let's go drive somewhere. It's not late at all. I mean, we ate for 2 hours, but that's cool, right?" His brows furrowed. "Do you think that was rude? Maybe I should go add 1300 yen to our tip-" Misaki moved toward the restaurant, but Akihiko held him fast by his arm.

"I think the 5000 yen that you made me leave for Jennifer was enough, babe." He said, grinning tightly. It was definitely enough. Jennifer's tip had been almost 80% of their meal. Misaki had watched her receive it through the window and grinned when she saw her tip and almost squealed.

Misaki smiled at him now, and giggled. "Let's go be rebels." He rushed to the red sportscar and tugged on the door handle. Akihiko watched him, amused and entranced at the same time. Misaki raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. "You need to open the door for me to enter the vehicle, Usami Akihiko, sir." He said with mock annoyance, rolling his eyes at the older man. Akihiko opened the door as requested, and Misaki told him to drive in a direction, any direction, as he complied.

As they travelled the dark streets of the city, Akihiko made up stories about the people on the sidewalks, and Misaki added his own little quips.

"That's Bertha." Akihiko droned, as Misaki shrieked beside him. "She moved here from America to get a better life, away from the gays and the feminists."

"Yeah, and now she roams the streets, warning all of the homeless people to stay away from America, no matter what they do. 'There are all sorts of people there, gays, blacks, indians, dumb asians. No, not you guys. They only send the bad ones.' " Akihiko guffawed and shook his head.

"That's terrible. She's probably a soup kitchen worker delivering blanket and food to the poor." Misaki shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not my fault she's also a racist homophobe." He said, grinning at Akihiko. He laid his head onto Akihiko's shoulder and blinked up at him. "Can we go to the lake? Please?" He batted his long lashed again, as if he knew what would happen.

Akihiko sighed and, keeping his eyes on the road, kissed the man on the forehead.

The lake was most quiet, only holding a few straggling teenagers playing games in the dark and a couple with their dog. It was 8:00 on a Friday, a cool beach was not the place to be. Misaki unwrapped his scarf from his neck and flung it behind him, where it hit Akihiko in the face. He then ran out into the sand and spun around in it, as though he were a child again. He looked to Akihiko and beckoned to him with a small index finger. Akihiko came, as though under a spell. Misaki laughed and met him halfway, wrapping his thin arms around the older man's neck. He kissed him, slowly and sensually, letting their bodies come closer, until they were pressed right up against each other. Akihiko kissed him back, letting his hand sit at the small of Misaki's back and the other carding through his hair. Misaki smiled against him and pushed him onto the grass behind them. He laid on the author's chest and sighed. Akihiko rubbed his back and smiled at the stars.

"Hey, since you're such a great author, tell me a story, right now." Misaki mumbled into his chest.

Akihiko thought to himself and then grinned to nobody. "Once upon a time, there were two lovers. One was tall and graceful, the other strong but loved each other, and pledged to love each other until the end of the world. When they died, the great creator took their hearts and cut them up into little stars, and scattered them among the stars. They were together forever, and love each other to this very day." He said to Misaki's head.

Misaki looked at him, confused. "Did you just make that up?" He asked suspiciously.

Akihiko shrugged. "I sort of just wove together Tanabata with part of Juliet's first monologue in Romeo and Juliet." He said sheepishly.

"Ha. Wove it." Misaki said. "That was a pun." Akihiko ruffled his hair and they stood to go back to the car.

Before they'd even made it, Misaki had jumped onto Akihiko's back and rubbed his face into the man's neck. "Hi." He sighed into his ear, and Akihiko felt the first tendrils of arousal curling in his stomach. As if he could sense this, Misaki practically moaned into his ear, "I'm really tired, could I stay at your house tonight?" Oh Misa-kun, just wait until we get there...

On the way over, Misaki kept sighing and yawning in the seat next to him. He smiled up at Akihiko whenever he looked over, but offered no explanation.

"You're so... different." Akihiko said to the windshield. "You scare me sometimes, you know that?"

Misaki smiled at him and pushed his lips out to the sexiest pout Akihiko had ever seen. "And why would I scare you?" He said. His tone surprised the older man, and when Akihiko looked over at him, he was sitting correctly in his seat, staring straight forward with a blank expression on his face.

"I-I don't know. You seem bipolar, or maybe unstable.." He chuckled nervously, wanting happy Misaki back.

Misaki's lips twisted to one side and he looked out of his window. Akihiko couldn't see his face as he responded, "I promise you that I'm not bipolar."

When they arrived at Akihiko's apartment, Misaki's brooding spell seemed to be over. He bounded up the steps and then stood waiting for Akihiko in a mock salute. When Akihiko let in and nodded to the night guard, Misaki was holding his hand. As they waited in the elevator, Misaki danced to no music, moving his hips like a snake. In the hallway to his apartment, he swung their hands back and forth like a child. Misaki was an enigma, a constantly changing book. Perhaps he is bipolar, Akihiko thought to himself.

Finally inside the apartment, with the door locked behind them, Misaki surveyed the place and nodded approvingly. He turned to Akihiko with a toothy grin and bright, shining eyes. "So, what do you want to do now?" He asked, the excitement obvious in his voice.

Akihiko pounced. He covered Misaki's mouth with his own and pushed him into the living room. Misaki tried to speak underneath him, but his words were drowned out by their tongues moving against each other. Misaki moaned into the kiss and dropped his bag onto the ground. Akihiko took this moment to push the man onto the couch and straddle him. Misaki pushed against him, but Akihiko pinned both of his hands above his head and continued to kiss him. He broke the kiss to pepper Misaki's neck and lifted his shirt from his stomach.

"Akihiko- Can you- let's slow down- Akihiko-" Misaki panted, his back arching into the other man's caresses.

Akihiko held Misaki's wrists in one fist and shoved his hand into the trembling man's pants. "I don't want to slow down, Misa-kun." He whispered into Misaki's ear. "I've got you right where I want you." He felt Misaki's bulge through his underwear and began to suck on his neck.

"Please- I don't want this yet. Akihiko, I don't- stop, please," Misaki pleaded, but Akihiko kissed his forehead and his lips, over and over again. His fingers curled over Misaki's underwear, and the man's eyes widened.

"I know you like that, don't you, Misa-kun?" He murmured into Misaki's neck, moving two fingers underneath the fabric. Misaki stopped squirming and froze. "That's right, there you go," Akihiko smirked at the man beneath him, feeling the warm organ against his cold hand. "You like-"

Misaki raised his knee into Akihiko's stomach with a small grunt. Akihiko immediately released his hands and removed his fingers from the boy's pants. "Ow, Misaki, what the fuck?" He said angrily. "That fucking hu-" Suddenly, a sharp pain came to his left eye and Akihiko saw stars. Gripping the side of his head, he felt a kick to his side, and he tumbled off of the couch ungracefully and just missed cracking his head open on the corner of the coffee table. Letting out a shuddery breath, he looked up just in time to see Misaki scrambling to grab his bag from the floor and sprinting for the door, sparing only one frightened glance behind him.

"Shit!" Akihiko bolted for him and blocked the front door. "Wait- I'm sorry, I-I thought-"

"Let me OUT!" Misaki screamed. He backed away from the author, sobbing and frightened. His eyes darted around the apartment and he hyperventilated as if he were a caged animal. Akihiko reached out for him and the man jerked away as though he'd been burned.

"Please..." Misaki said, suddenly exhausted from his crying and his fighting. "Don't rape me. I'll do anything else you want, just don't- don't rape me." He continued to sob as he clutched his satchel to his chest, panting heavily.

"Misaki," Akihiko started. His eye continued to throb, and his side wasn't feeling so hot either. He continued. "I'm sorry, I thought that you liked it." Misaki backed away even further, shaking his head. "I did! I'm so sorry, so so sorry, Misa. Please believe me, I would never do something like that, ever, Misaki."

Misaki sniffled, and stood up a little straighter. "So you thought that when I told you to stop and said I didn't want to do it yet, I really wanted you to keep going?" He said incredulously. Ashamed, Akihiko nodded and hung his head, feeling his hands itching by his sides.

Misaki stood in front of him, silently fuming and contemplating. He turned his gaze to Akihiko's. "I could sue you, you know." He said nonchalantly. Akihiko felt his heart drop. His heartbeat sped up as he watched Misaki's face change. "I could sue you for all that you own. You just tried to RAPE me. I mean, what the HELL?" Misaki shouted. "I can't believe that I was falling for you..." Misaki's eyes welled up again and he wiped at his nose.

"I was falling for you too! I wanted you to want me, that's all. I promise." Akihiko pleaded, stretching his hands out in front of him. Misaki looked up at him, staring straight into his eyes and, Akihiko imagined, into his soul.

Their hands met, and Akihiko wasn't sure who moved first, but they were embracing in 3 seconds. "I'm so sorry, Misaki." He whispered into the man's ear, but Misaki only nodded and held him.

After a few minutes, Misaki pulled away and quietly asked to go wash up. Akihiko let him, relieved that he would still stay the night, and watched the man stride up his stairs to the bathroom. Somehow, he found it without asking for directions.

Sorry if that was a bit brutal... But I updated two chapters in one day! Go me! Chapter 5 will be up by Tuesday. The Tanabata story that Usami referenced is a well-known Japanese folk tale, based on the stars Altair and Vega, the Cowherd and the Weaver star. Let me know what you think about this chapter and point out any mistakes I might have made.

Thank you for reading, and please remember to leave a word or two in the form of a review.

-Stella