A/N: Wee! Chapter 3 is up! So sorry, i can't delve right into the Paris story. There were thoughts crowding my head before the Paris story. Anyway, after this, there will be an incident on the plane. So sorry! So many distracting thoughts~~ but i hope that you are all still liking this.

Disclaimer: I own Junjou Romantica...in my dreams...nyahaha... *facepalm*

CHAPTER 3 – DEPARTURE

1 WEEK LATER…

Misaki looked at the clock at the wall. 6:50 am, just a few minutes more and Usagi will come out of his office. They still continued the tradition that Usagi-san will eat breakfast with him no matter how busy he is or even though he hasn't slept for 48 hours. Misaki sighed as he put in the finishing touches in their breakfast and surveyed the table. Great. He mentally patted himself at the back. You've outdone yourself, Misaki. It's a nice Japanese breakfast. Surely, Usagi-san will be happy with this. Speaking of Usagi…the clock strikes seven, and the door to his office suddenly opened and out came Usagi.

MIsaki grimaced. He looks terrible. He had black shadows under his eyes, his hair was uncombed, there were dark stubbles on his chin, he has an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his shirt was all but wrinkled.

Misaki slept alone last night in their bed because Aikawa was already pestering Usagi to finish the manuscript. It's understandable. He's 3 weeks behind his deadline.

"Good morning." Misaki greeted, pulling out one of the dining room chairs for Usagi.

"Good morning." Usagi growled, slowly walking over to the proffered chair and sitting down heavily.

"Here" Misaki handed Usagi a steaming mug of coffee, with just a bit of cream and sugar, exactly how Usagi wants it.

"Thanks." Usagi growled, almost inhaling the coffee.

"Careful, that's hot." Misaki cautioned as he sat across Usagi.

Usagi grunted as he drained the mug. Misaki shook his head and refilled his it.

"Itidakimasu." They both said as they started on their breakfast. Misaki stared at Usagi as he ate. He really looks tired and haggard. After he finished his novel, he should rest and not think about work.

"Uhm…Usagi-san?" Misaki tentatively asked, biting on his chopstick.

Usagi looked at him with his bloodshot eyes. "Yes?"

"Uhm…how's your manuscript?"

Usagi grunted as he drained another mug of coffee. "It's almost finished."

Misaki stood up to refill his mug again. "You looked really tired. Did you sleep last night?"

"I didn't."

Misaki looked at him. "You looked really tired. After breakfast, why don't you go sleep for a few hours?"

Usagi grunted as he chewed on his rice. "Can't. I'm on a roll. The ideas are flowing in my head. If I sleep, I won't be able to keep up."

Misaki sighed. "If you say so."

They ate in companiable silence as Misaki looked at Usagi with concern.

"Hey." MIsaki started, putting down his bowl and his chopstick. "I've been thinking…"

Usagi looked at him questioningly as he chewed on a piece of fish.

Misaki cleared his throat. "Don't you think it's better if we postpone the Paris trip for a while?"

Usagi puts down his rice bowl and his chopstick. "Why? Do you have plans?"

"No, I don't have any plans. But, I just want you to rest after you finish y0ur manuscript. Here at the apartment. We don't need to go anywhere else."

Usagi sighed as he resumed eating. "That's why we're going to Paris. To unwind and relax." He then stared deeply in Misaki's eyes. "I wouldn't do that if not for you."

Misaki sighed. "I don't have any say in this, do I?"

"Nope. Besides, you're almost done packing. We're just going to wait for your midterms and then we'll leave." He then scowled. "I'll tell Aikawa not to bother me or she won't see my next installment." He muttered.

Misaki sighed. Well, he did try. He really did.

Misaki stretched his arms above his head as he looked at the clock. Well, what do you know? He still has 5 minutes and he was able to finish the exams already. It was easier than he thought and he was very confident that he aced it. Well, hard work really does pay off. And of course, the late night "study sessions" with Usagi really helped a lot. Misaki blushed as he coughed lightly, hoping no one can read his thoughts.

After 5 minutes, the bell rang. Some groaned with defeat and some sighed with relief. Some faces were slumped on their desks, apparently giving up all hope, some were dazed and were staring blankly into space, and some were wiping sweat off their faces and necks. It appears that Misaki was the only one who was calm and relaxed.

Their professor was going around the classroom, collecting the papers. "All right, guys. The results of the exams will be posted next week. But before that, the university is giving you all a week of undeserved rest. Seriously, some of you didn't even try. Anyway, for those who will pass, congratulations and goodbye. I won't be your professor again, thank God. For all those who failed, we'll see each other next week. Dismissed."

Students shuffled out of the classroom, slumped and defeated. Misaki smiled as he walked out of the classroom. Finally. He was free! 1 week without school and 5 days in Paris with Usagi-san! Misaki ran from the school to their apartment in his excitement. Their bags were all packed and their flight will be this evening.

He went inside their apartment and found Usagi-san pacing back and forth with a phone in his ear.

"No, that's not it. I already gave you the last chapter. What more do you want?" Usagi was saying, anger in his voice. Misaki tentatively approached him and laid a hand on his tensed back.

Usagi flinched then softened as he felt a hand on his back. He turned around and Misaki smiled at him, mouthing "I'm home."

Usagi's eyes softened as he placed a kiss on Misaki's lips, mouthing "Welcome back."

Usagi sighed. "Fine. I'll give you the next chapter but it wouldn't be done until next week. Remember, Misaki and I will be leaving tonight."

Misaki beamed and pecked Usagi's cheek as he went upstairs to get dressed.

"I mean, seriously, don't you think it will be a nice addition to put a Paris twist in the story?" Usagi whispered, watching Misaki run upstairs.

Aikawa sighed with defeat. "Fine. You're right. Imagine, you ravishing Misaki-kun at the top of the Eiffel tower, or…"

Usagi sighed. "I might be a pervert, but I'm not an exhibitionist."

"Well, fine. I'll wait for your manuscript next week. You better deliver or else."

Usagi smirked. "Or else what?"

"I'll take Misaki-kun away from you, we'll run off to Hawaii and you won't have sex for a whole month."

Usagi's smirk vanished as he paled. "You wouldn't."

Aikawa's evil laughter rang through the airwaves. "Want to bet?"

Usagi shuddered as he cut off the call. He stared at his phone wide-eyed. "Evil woman."

Meanwhile, upstairs, Misaki also has a call.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Takahiro warned his little brother.

Misaki sighed as he checked his duffle bag. "Nii-chan, I think I have already done the things you wouldn't do."

Takahiro paused. "True."

"Anyway, it will only be five days. I'll bring you guys some souvenir. What do you think Masahiro will like?"

Masahiro is Takahiro and Manami's 5 year old son. He is a bundle of energy and is really smart. Misaki dotes on him and so does Usagi. Whenever Misaki and Usagi visit his brother's family, Masahiro and Usagi-san can talk for hours.

Misaki can hear some noise on the background and there was a sound of struggle, a grunt, then:. "Uncle Misaki! Can you bring home one of those French books? Or maybe Uncle Usagi's books translated into French?"

Misaki chuckled. "Are you serious? Wouldn't you like a toy or something?"

"No, no. I want a book. Maybe something written in French. Papa already bought me a French dictionary and I'm practicing some already. But he doesn't understand any of it, so it's like, useless."

Misaki tried to hold back his laughter. "I see. Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"Yay! Thanks, uncle Misaki. And can you also take a picture of the Mona Lisa up close? Or maybe The Last Supper."

"You have a lot of demands, young man."

"Well, it would be years before I would be able to go to Paris. By that time, Mona Lisa might have disintegrated already."

Misaki pondered how a 5 year old knew what "disintegrate" mean. Misaki chose not to ask. "Fine. I'll see what I can do."

"Yay! I love you!"

Misaki smiled softly. "I love you, too. Now give the phone back to your dad."

"Who were you telling 'I love you' to?" Usagi growled from the doorway.

Misaki whirled around and covered the mouthpiece. "It's my boyfriend." He whispered to Usagi, hiding his smirk.

Usagi growled and approached Misaki, who backed off. Usagi raised his eyebrows and Misaki smiled cheekily.

"Misaki-chan, sorry about Masahiro. Really. You don't need to bring him anything."

Misaki chuckled. "It's okay. I'll give him anything that he wants." Usagi's eyebrows raised a little bit more with that.

Misaki listened to something the other person on the other line said, then chuckled again. "All right, nii-chan. We'll call you when we get there. Bye."

Usagi sighed as he face-palmed himself. Nii-chan. Of course Misaki will be talking to Takahiro. He then raised his head and looked at Misaki with narrowed eyes.

"What?" Misaki asked, backing off again.

"You're deliberately teasing me." Usagi stepped forward as Misaki stepped backwards.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

With one last step backwards, Misaki's legs hit the bed and he toppled over with a yelp. With surprising speed and agility, Usagi was already there, cushioning Misaki's head before it hit the mattress.

Misaki sighed. "All right. You caught me already. Can we get up now? Our flight leaves in 2 hours."

Usagi smirked as he bit Misaki's earlobe, causing the younger man to gasp. "All this talk of leaving turns me on."

Misaki gasped as Usagi bit his neck, then licked it to alleviate the pain. "Everything turns you on."

Usagi paused and pursed his lips. He then nodded after a few seconds. "True."

He then spread Misaki's legs and settled in-between, grinding against Misaki's rapidly hardening arousal. The younger man moaned and grasped Usagi's back as the older man moved sensuously against his jean-clad arousal. "Especially when I'm around you." He whispered against Misaki's ear. Misaki gasped as he melted against the bed. He sighed and turned Usagi's face so that their lips touched. He then wrapped his legs around Usagi's hips and plunged his fingers through the older man's hair.

Usagi moaned appreciatively when his tongue touched Misaki's, feeling his jeans tightened considerably. Indeed, all of this talk of them leaving, going to Paris and being in the most romantic place on earth is turning him on. Not to mention that he will spend five days there with his sexy husband.

Misaki broke off the kiss with a gasp as Usagi palmed him through his pants. "Usagi-san…"

Usagi trailed a kiss from his ear, down to his jaw and planted kisses on his neck as he continued to fondle Misaki. "You're already this hard, Misaki. Is the thought of leaving also turning you on?" Usagi whispered seductively in Misaki's ear as he unbuttoned the younger man's pants.

"No it doesn't." Misaki gasped as he bucked against Usagi's wicked and talented hand as it found his already weeping arousal.

"It doesn't?" Usagi asked, while his other hand raised the hem of Misaki's shirt and started kissing his way down the younger man's stomach, and placing little nibbles on his belly button.

Misaki moaned as he covered his flaming face with his arm. "No."

Usagi then stopped and leaned up Misaki's body, uncovering Misaki's blushing face. "Then why are you this hard?"

Misaki blushed even hotter as he wrapped his arms around Usagi. "You turn me on, pervert."

Usagi's grin tended to blind Misaki. The younger man glared. "Will you stop grinning and get on with it already?"

Usagi-san did a little salute. "Yes, sir!"

And with one movement from him had Misaki naked from the waist down in no time. Usagi leaned back and licked his lips at the delicious sight before him.

Misaki was blushing hotter than ever as he caught Usagi's hungry gaze. What did him in was when Usagi licked his lips while looking at him, as if he was a feast being offered to a very hungry man. Misaki moaned as he lifted his arms at the top of his head and spread his legs.

Usagi groaned and placed a kiss on top of Misaki's dripping cock. "So sexy, my Misaki."

Misaki was now panting as Usagi's lips is so near yet so far. "Usagi-san…please…"

Usagi then licked him from base to tip. Misaki's eyes rolled back at the top of his head, when suddenly, someone called out.

"Usagi-sensei! Misaki-kun! Where are you?"

Misaki looked down at Usagi with wide, unbelieving eyes as Usagi looked up at him with the same expression.

"What's Aikawa-san doing here?" Misaki whispered harshly, sitting up and looking for his pants frantically.

Usagi groaned as he sat back on his knees. "She said that she will bring us to the airport. I almost forgot."

"Usagi-sensei, Misaki-kun, I know you're both in there. So whatever you're doing, get on with it already. Your plane leaves in an hour." Aikawa said through the door. "Don't make me come in there."

Misaki and Usagi sighed. How can they continue what they were doing when there was a yaoi fangirl just outside their bedroom who probably has a camera?

Usagi waited for Misaki to put on his pants before placing a kiss on his lips. "We're not yet finished here." He whispered seductively while stroking his cheek.

Misaki smiled as he closed his eyes. "I know." He then placed a kiss on Usagi's palm. "But you'll have me for five days, without interruption." Misaki looked up at him, eyes full of love. "If ever I forgot, thank you for bringing me there."

Usagi placed his forehead against Misaki's. "I love you."

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Aikawa appeared with a camera in one hand and her other hand propped on her hips. "What? All done?"

"Sorry, nothing to see here." Misaki said while brushing past her, chuckling.

"Aww…I'm too late." Aikawa visibly slumped. "Come on, your plane is about to leave. Just make sure that you will have dozens of hot pictures for a fangirl like me okay?"

Usagi grunted and Misaki felt pity for Aikawa.

"Hey Aikawa-san." Misaki called out.

Aikawa dejectedly turned around. Misaki went on tiptoe and kissed Usagi-san. Caught off guard, Usagi-san suddenly grabbed Misaki's waist and deepened the kiss. A few delicious minutes later, Misaki drew back, eyes half-lidded, lips red and swollen. Then he turned back to Aikawa. "How's that, Aikawa-san? Aikawa-san? AIKAWA-SAN?"

Eri Aikawa, editor of Marukawa Publishing, a yaoi fangirl, just fainted from a massive nosebleed.

What do you guys think? Any comments will be very very appreciated. Anyone who has any thoughts of what could happen in Paris? Please let me know! :D