"Sumi...what does it mean when you- oh never mind," Misaki started to ask, turning in his seat while waiting for the first lecture of the day to start. He was about to ask Keichii if he had any idea what this...certain problem of his was all about but then realized the things he would have to reveal in order to even get anywhere near his question, which was to embarrassing to really ask about anyway. Misaki flushed and waved his hand, cursing his dull head for being stupid and almost slipping something potentially very very embarrassing. Sumi looked at the young brunette curiously, wondering what it could have been that he was about to say, usually when he had a question Misaki would not even pause for a second to consider what kinds of words were about to run through that sometimes ridiculous mouth of his, but this time he stopped...Sumi shrugged, concluding that it was probably something about Usagi-san, it usually was. Especially when the boy was blushing like that and stuttering with coherent speech, while his outside exterior remained as passive as before giving a slightly nod to Misaki along with a small little laugh and jaunt to the easily riled kohai, but inside his mind was reeling. He really didn't think much of what Misaki's problem was, though he was curious with whatever had a tie with Usagi, which this certainly did, he usually extracted data about the man quite easily from Misaki...but as of late Misaki would stop in his usual rants about Usagi, and get this far off look in his eye.

"Oiiiiiii Sumiiii SUMIII AREEEEEEE YOUUU LISTENINGGGGGG?" Misaki yelled practically screaming into Keichii's ear trying to get his attention back to earth onto whatever Misaki was raving about now, which apparently was to pay attention to the aggravated and expecting looking professor. Sumi winced at Misaki's invasive yelling technique and sighed at the annoyed look on his professor's face and stood up, performing whatever it was Misaki was trying to tell him that he was suppose to do for the teacher with an odd series of indistinguishable animatrics.

When he sat back down he gave Misaki a wary glance wondering just what all the theatrics had been about but Misaki had already turned around and was actively listening to the professor up ahead and writing furiously on his notebook. Keichii gave out small frustrated sigh, this kid was just so...he didn't even know if there was a word enough to describe Misaki. He decided to not think about it anymore and instead spend the rest of the lecture wondering what Usami was doing.

"Usagiii, I'm back, what do you want for dinner?" Misaki called out as he entered the luxury apartment of writer Akihiko Usami, pausing at the door way to take his shoe's off and lay them carefully by the door.

"Hmm? Welcome back Misaki," Usagi looked over a small smile warming his handsome features, the low caress and gentle words from his, 'lover' made Misaki blush a light pink color as he turned his head mumbling a slight "Yeah yeah, hi," before heading back into the kitchen. Misaki had his hand just hovering above the fridge door in order to get a look at its contents to piece together an idea for dinner when he felt long arms wrap around the middle of his waist. Misaki jumped and turned red again. He had become hyper sensitive since their last little bout after the whole situation with his brother finding out about Usagi and his relationship. Misaki groaned inwardly not wanting to think of all the embarrassing things that had been exchanged, and what he had said, the urge to start smashing his head into the refrigerator was growing dangerously high, that is, before Usagi decided to play dirty and lean in, breath all hot and sexy in his ear and nibble on it before whispering in that deep throaty way that promised a whole array of dangerously sinful thing.

"Misaki, I miss you while you're gone." Misaki gasped, his knees buckling in as he fell to the floor, his back arching off the floor after contact, and Usagi tumbling in after him, his knee brushing roughly, almost painfully, into the soft, sensitive, inner part of his thigh. Usagi looked up surprised and rather alarmed, immediately concerned that Misaki was unharmed. However, he looked up with extreme surprised as Misaki gave out an unconscious moan of pleasure filled pain and arced his back panting as his face went bright red and he looked down at Usagi with the sexiest expression, with his eyes half lidded with a sudden unbridled lust.

"U-Usagi-sa~n," he murmured, his voice breathy and hot in a way he'd never seen Misaki and it went like the hottest flames of hell straight through him to his cock.

"Misaki...if you're gonna be like that, I'll lose all control and have to take you right here," Usagi smirked, trying to tease and remain calm under the look that his young lover was giving him, and finding it unimaginably hard to do so. Misaki, sat up his mind totally succumb to the primal sense of his lust, in this haze he reached out towards Usagi wrapping his arms around the novelist's broad back and fisting the soft material of his sweater, using his nails to essentially claw down Usagi's back.

"Hard, I want it...please."

Hehe don't hate me to much Misaki 3 you know we do it cause we love you right? xD

YOU GUYS ARE HORRIABLE,

ARE TRYING TO ROB ME OF ALL MY INNOCENCE- Misaki

Pshhhhh...pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...*looks away*

...i hate you- Misaki

3

Anyways I hope that was oki, I was kind of struggling with this chapter and wrap it all together e.e anyways please tell me your thoughts please 3 chapter 3 will be up as soon as its edited, and then we get to find out what Misaki's little "promblem is" *giggles*