A/N: The Crockett Hotel is a real hotel but the interior is entirely my design. Also, Sarah Sanderson belongs to me, and no one else.
The plane ride had gone over well. Misaki had to drink about a gallon of ginger ale to calm his churning stomach, but in the end, he'd fallen asleep for a good half of the journey. His head leaned against Usami's shoulder, which the rabbit was perfectly fine with. After departing from the airport, they'd been driven to a large hotel.
Misaki pulled the last bag from the back of the sleek, black, car, as the driver loaded them onto a luggage cart. "You know Usagi-san, if you'd helped this would have gone much faster," he reprimanded.
"And lose a perfectly good opportunity to sit back and watch you? Never," Usami said, flicking a bit of ash off the end of his cigarette, watching it fall to the dirty ground. Misaki sighed as he thanked the driver for his time and pushed the luggage cart into the extravagant lobby of the Crockett Hotel. There was a high ceiling that never seemed to end, large golden chandeliers suspended by long chains, and a huge glass elevator shaft rose from the floor in the center of the room. A large, marble reception desk was to his left, where Usami was currently acquiring a set of keys to their room, and a small sitting was to his right. The tile floor gleamed underneath Misaki's feet as he slowly made his way further into the building.
"Misaki!" A familiar voice called his name.
"U-Usagi-ani?" His eyes widened as his muscles tensed. Indeed, Haruhiko was fast approaching.
"Misaki, how have you been?" the bespectacled man asked politely.
"W-What are you doing here?" The small boy ignored the question.
"Ah, I decided to show up for my brother's award ceremony. Since I was in the area." Misaki narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"How are you in the area when we're on another freakin' continent!" Haruhiko flinched. "And you never come to Usagi-san's awards. Why come to this one?"
"You could say I had a change of heart." The taller of the two began to run his fingers through Misaki's chocolate locks. He jerked away.
"Please, Usagi-ani, don't-"
"Get the fuck away from my Misaki!" came a roar from behind as a fist flew into Haruhiko's face. (A/N: EEK! HE PULLED A HIRO-SAN!) Usami stood with a protective arm curled around the now frightened boy.
"Oh my god! Usagi-ani, are you okay? Usagi-san, why would you do that?" He struggled to break free of the larger man's grasp, but it was no use.
"Still as spiteful as ever, I see." Haruhiko grimaced as he cupped a hand over his now bloody nose.
"Listen, I don't care what you do, or where the hell you go, just make sure it's no wherenear Misaki." His face was set in stone and his hard, lavender eyes gave Misaki the impression that he wanted to hurt his brother in such a slow and torturous way that it gave him the chills. "Let's go Misaki."
"Goodbye, Usagi-ani! I'm sorry about your face!" he called over his shoulder before Usami placed a cold, silencing hand over his mouth. They rode on the elevator in silence up to the fifth floor. Misaki was intrigued by the grandeur of the building as he watched it pass underneath him through the glass walls of the elevator. In fact, the whole thing was made of the fragile substance, Misaki was surprised they didn't fall through the bottom because of their large weight. Usami still appeared slightly irritated, which bothered Misaki. He wasn't used to this cold side of his lover. He didn't like it.
"Um, so I was thinking. Since I have terrible English, I guess that means you're going have to speak to people for me, huh?" Misaki struggled through a sentence. Usami just nodded and took Misaki's hand as the doors slid open. Being led to their room, Misaki kept a firm hold on the cart carrying their bags as they reached the large wooden door. Usami pulled out the keys and unlocked the obstacle, throwing it wide. Misaki gaped…again. The room was covered in shaggy white carpeting and there was a large bed pushed to the side of the chamber. A large flat screen TV resided on one wall, facing a black leather couch, and the entire west wall was a large window. Misaki was starting to think the hotel had an obsession with glass. Misaki dropped his lover's hand to walk over to the large view. The sun was beginning to set and the orange glow rippled across the dark water the town was built around. Long riverboats of tourists flowed down the river, and there was a bustle of people in the shops and restraints along it. Placing his fingertips against the cool glass, Misaki smiled. A pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist as the award-winning author leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"You know, they say the San Antonio River walk is one of the most romantic places in Texas." Usagi ran his fingers over the boy's scalp, where his brother's fingers had been just moments before. The thought disgusted him. Misaki closed his eyes at the feel of Usami massaging his skull. "Would you like to visit it tomorrow?"
"No, you'll be busy tonight, and you'll need your rest tomorrow." Misaki opened his eyes and attempted to pull away.
"Misaki," Usami turned him around to face him. "If you want to, just let me know." The brunette just shook his head. Usami smirked. "Alright then. It's settled, we'll go tomorrow."
"What! But I just said no!"
"Misaki, you're an open book."
"Then I'm written in German!"
"I guess I know how to read German then." Usami leaned forward, closer and closer until their noses were brushing. Misaki flushed.
"U-Usagi-san, I-" He was cut off as a pair of loving lips were placed over his. This kiss was slow, and sweet, and screamed, 'I love you,' in every way possible. Usami gripped Misaki's arms as he placed them around his neck. The brunette turned his burning face to the side.
"Usagi-san," he breathed. "What time is it?" The rabbit had his hand up his lover's shirt, and in the absence of Misaki's mouth, began to kiss the hallow in the boy's neck.
"Why?"
"The ceremony." Misaki gasped as he felt a warm wet tongue begin to lick up his cheek.
"Fuck the ceremony." He latched onto Misaki's neck, sucking and biting the tender flesh. A small knock came from outside the door.
"Akihiko. It takes 30 minutes to get to the restaurant and the dinner starts in 45 minutes. We need you to be ready ASAP." There was a pause as Aikawa seemed to ponder something. "And leave Misaki alone, save it for after the award," and then the sound of her hells slowly faded away. Usami payed no mind as he leaned down and licked at Misaki's stomach while holding up his shirt with his hands.
"U-Usagi-san, stop it! We have to go!" Misaki yowled through his breathless pants. He looked down, and Usami was swirling his tongue around his navel, eyes closed and head leaned back, so as to help reach all of Misaki. The boy was mesmerized by how beautiful it looked. The man was…sexy. Misaki blushed at the thought, grabbing Usami's head and pulling it away from him. "Ready, now," he commanded. It would be an understatement to say Usami was anything less than surprised. He liked this aggressive Misaki. The boy squirmed out of Usagi's hold and walked to the luggage rack to retrieve his suit. After laying it across the bed, he proceeded to the restroom. Usami sighed, looking out the window at the hustle of people. Placing his fingers exactly how Misaki had on the glass, one thought swirled through his mind.
"Tomorrow, Misaki and I will be down there."
"Usagi-san!" came a loud angered cry from the bathroom. He smiled.
"Yes, Misaki?" he asked innocently.
"How do you expect me to go to a sophisticateddinner with a damn hickey on my neck?" Usami just chuckled at Misaki's enraged tone.
"We could always make the rest of you match," he suggested. A crash was heard from the bathroom on the inside. Misaki had fallen down from the shock of such an idea.
~FF~
Misaki and Usami were lead into the restraint to a large round table where many people from the Manikawa Publishing Company sat waiting for them. Aikawa mumbled apologies to anyone who would listen, while the two men took their seats. All around them were identical wooden tables. The guests were all over the place. Some were sitting, some standing, some were loading plates with food, but all of them were speaking in English. Misaki scratched at his neck where a rather obvious band-aid was placed over the mark left on his skin. He pulled at his clothes nervously as he leaned into Usagi's side.
"Usagi-san, I can't understand a word they're saying." The man smiled at Misaki's nervousness.
"Don't worry, just stay close and I'll translate?" The author gave the boy's hand a reassuring squeeze under the tablecloth. Misaki just nodded. The lights began to fade as a man walked up unto a stage at the front of the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, although I don't see too many children out there in the audience." He paused as the viewers laughed. Misaki looked up at Akihiko's face, thoroughly confused. All he heard was gibberish words coming out of the man's mouth. The rabbit looked down to see Misaki's distraught expression and once again squeezed his fingers in between his own. "I would like to welcome you to Fialoni Restaurant. As you all know, we are here to congratulate on Usami Akihiko on his novel." Everyone erupted into applause. Misaki felt so lost, he couldn't understand a word. "Akihiko, would you please come up and say a few words while you accept this award?" Misaki jumped as he felt Usami's hand slip out of his own. Confused, he looked up to see the man vacating his chair.
"I'll be back," he whispered softly. Akihiko walked up to the microphone.
"I would like to thank everyone who came here tonight, it truly means a lot to me. I would also like to thank someone very special to me, Misaki Takahashi." Misaki looked up at the sound of his name. Blushing, he realized that Usami could say anything he wanted about him and he would never be able to remotely guess what he was saying. "He's been my inspiration in everything I do, and he's the only thing that keeps me alive when my editor comes to collect my work." The audience chuckled quietly as Aikawa-san fidgeted slightly across the table. Misaki tilted his head in curiosity as to what Usagi-san could possibly say about boring old him to make everyone react so positively. "That's all I have to say other than, I'm sincerely honored to be receiving this award." Everyone clapped as he stepped down from the stage to make his way back to his seat.
"What did you say?" Misaki questioned, as the bunny tucked his knees underneath the table once more.
"That you're the love of my life and I want to fuck you senseless every single night." He smirked. Misaki turned red to his toes.
"You didn't!" Misaki's horror stricken expression only amused Usami further.
"We need to go Misaki," he whispered, placing his hand on the boy's knee.
"What? But the dinner's not over," Misaki protested.
"I know." He began running his fingers up Misaki's thigh. "But I need to refill on my Misaki."
"No! Aikawa said to wait until after the award!" Misaki whispered back. Usami ghosted his fingers over the brunette's crotch, enjoying the small gasp that escaped the boy's perfect lips.
"I've accepted the award, haven't I? Let's go." Usami leaned in to discreetly suck the bottom of his ear. Misaki hesitated, but he eventually gave in, figuring it was better to leave now then get raped in the middle of the restaurant.
~FF~
On the other side of the restaurant, a small, fragile-looking blonde watched the great Usami lean into the small man he'd dedicated his speech to- Something seemed rather…off, to hear about these two. Standing in the shadowy corner, the girl watched as the boy's face turned a deep shade of red as the author smirked. She played with the camera strap around her neck. Working for a newspaper had its advantages as well as its disadvantages. She was able to take her pictures and get payed, but she wasn't able to photograph what she wanted. A large hand was placed on her shoulder.
"I see you've taken an interest in my brother." The woman jumped as she turned to face the man who'd invaded her bubble.
"W-Who're you?"
"Haruhiko Usami." The man gave a low bow. "And you?"
"Sara Sanderson. May I ask, what has happened to your face?" The man had a bandage over his nose.
"Ah, this." He chuckled, brushing his fingers over the white padding. "Just a family squabble."
"I see."
"You're a reporter, aren't you?"
"Photographer."
"Even better." Sara was becoming suspicious; what was with this guy? Such a creep. She caught something out of the corner of her eye. The silver haired man had gotten up from his chair and was leading the younger Asian man out.
"I suggest you follow them," Haruhiko whispered in Sarah's ear.
"And why, pray tell, would you tell me to do that?"
"It'd be a major scoop. Praise, money, maybe even a promotion. A juicy piece of gossip it is."
"What is?" Sara questioned.
"You'll just have to see to find out, won't you?"
"I'll go, if you answer me one question."
"And what would that be?" Haruhiko asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl's suspicious glare.
"If you're his brother, like you say you are, then why would you rat him out?"
"Think of it as payback." The man pointed to his slightly crooked nose, before walking away. Sarah hesitated for just a second before she ran off after the two out the door.
~FF~
"Usagi-san!" Misaki wailed as he was pulled into an alley beside the restaurant. "What are you doing?" The man did not replay, simply wrapping one arm around the boy's back as the other was brought behind his neck, so that he could kiss Misaki.
"Usagi-san, please stop!" Misaki gasped before his elder slid a wet, enticing tongue between his lips. The brunette moaned as the other ravaged his mouth, his back pushed up against the red brick of the restraint.
"Misaki…" Usami breathed as he dragged his tongue down Misaki's neck, pausing at the bandage over Misaki's neck. He chuckled.
"Why do you cover up so?" He pulled off the band-aid, the edge clenched firmly in his teeth. Misaki gasped at the exotic feel. "I mark you for a reason, you know." Misaki felt a sigh of pleasure at those words, his pants becoming rather too tight for comfort. God, what was wrong with him? He usually wouldn't get so hard so fast, but, ohmygawd! Misaki moaned loudly, as Usami pressed a knee in between Misaki's legs.
"I love you, Misaki." Usami placed chaste kisses all over his lover's embarrassed features.
"Usagi-san, don't say such-"
Flash
A light periodically blinded the two men.
"Wha-What? Usagi-san?" Misaki asked confused as he clutched onto Usami's Jacket.
Flash! Flash!~
Misaki's eyes grew wide at the sight of a small blond girl with a black camera, comically larger than her face, snapping pictures of the two of them.
"Shit."