Oh man! Sorry about the long wait! The computer I have my rough drafts / notes for this story on got all virused up, so I couldn't do anything but wait for it to come back. But it's all fixed up now and I can update, yay! Thank you all so much for the reviews/subscriptions/favorites. I was so surprised every time I got an email telling me I got one of those. Seriously, thank you!
So anyway, here's chapter 3.

"Hello! Usami residence!" Misaki called into the phone.

"Misaki! It's been a while! How is everything? Are you healthy? Eating your vegetables?"

"Nii-chan! I'm 21 years old already, I know how to eat. Ah, but, yes, I'm healthy. Everything is fine!"

"That's good to hear, Misaki. Oh, it's been so long since I've heard your voice!"

Misaki was about to yell at Takahiro for babying him yet again, when he felt two familiar arms wrap around his waist, before lips drifted gently across his neck. Misaki yanked the phone down to his chest.

"Stop it Usagi-san, you crazy idiot, I'm on the phone with Nii-chan!" he hissed.

Usagi-san took his mouth away from Misaki's neck with a scoff, but kept his arms locked securely around his small lover's frame.

"Tell him I say hi" he whispered sensually, smirking at Misaki's immediate goosebumps.

"A-a-anyway, Nii-chan, what's up?" Takahiro had finally moved past the point of calling every single day to make sure Misaki was still living, and only called when he actually had something important to say.

"Misaki…you…don't have a girlfriend, right?"

Misaki gulped as the man behind him slowly lifted his T-shirt. Misaki yanked it back down and pushed Usagi-san off of him, giving him the universal "get away, I'm busy" wave. Usagi-san sighed and sprawled out on the couch, lighting up a cigarette as he did so.

"Uh, no, I don't…" Misaki replied. It's more like…I am a girlfriend.

"Well you see Misaki, a week ago I had my boss and his family over for dinner, and his 19 year old daughter saw that picture from last new year's, and, well, she's rather smitten with you. Her dad said he'd give me a pay raise….if I got you to go on a date with her."

"Wh-wh-WHAT?" Misaki sputtered, "That's ridiculous, Nii-chan! Your boss should know better than to mix business with personal affairs!" Not that Usagi-san listens to that either…making money off of our intimate moments with those homo novels of his. At the thought of their "intimate moments", Misaki's face flared up and he momentarily forgot about the situation at hand.

"So will you go, Misaki?"

"Hah? Go where?"

"On the date! I'll give you the money to pay for the meal, and she's really quite attractive! Maybe this will blossom into a beautiful relationship!" Takahiro gushed.

"Oh. Um, well, I kind of…have someone that…I'm interested in", Misaki replied carefully, glancing at Usagi-san, who was staring at him with smoldering eyes as took another drag on his cigarette. He turned away quickly, blushing.

"Oh, I see…well, do you think you could put this person out of your mind long enough just to go on one date? After that, I promise I won't bother you about this again! Please, Misaki!"

Misaki was silent, weighing his options. Going on this date would be helpful to Takahiro, and Misaki wanted to do anything he could to help his Nii-chan. On the other hand, he knew that even though it was just a date, this would not go over well with his possessive lover. He thought back to what Usagi-san had said to him on the floor upstairs, the uncharacteristic fear that was in his eyes. He didn't want to make Usagi-san look like that again. Yet, it was just a date at a restaurant. There would be lots of people around, what could happen? Misaki took a deep breath.

"Okay, Nii-chan. I'll go. Call me with the details later."

Takahiro agreed to call later when he made solid arrangements, and Misaki slowly hung up the phone.

"Um, Usagi-san. I need you to listen to me, and I need you to do it as calmly and rationally as possible"

Usagi-san raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"What is it, Misaki?"

"Well you see, Nii-chan…Nii-chan had his boss over for dinner. And his boss has a daughter. And this daughter saw a picture of me and she seems to like me and we're going on a date!" Misaki rushed out, before squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of Usagi-san's thundering rage. When nothing happened, Misaki opened one eye slowly, peeking at his lover, before opening them both wide in surprise.

Usagi-san was still sitting on the couch, looking stunned, speechless, and absolutely anguished.

"He-hey! Usagi-san! It's just a date! There's nothing to worry about! W-what are you making that face for? Be-besides, don't you think I deserve at least one normal date? I am a man, after all-" Misaki stopped, realizing the insensitivity and irrationality of his words.

"I-I mean…"

Usagi-san closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened them again, they were hard and unyielding. Usagi-san's jaw and fists were clenched as he got up from the couch and slowly made his way to Misaki, who was backed up against the counter in fear.

"Usagi-san, I didn't mean-"

Usagi-san reached Misaki and grabbed his face, kissing him hard with a growl. He raked his hands through Misaki's hair roughly, pulling him even closer and shoving his tongue past his younger lover's teeth. Misaki moaned involuntarily, holding himself up with the counter as his knees grew weak from the lack of oxygen. Usagi-san shoved his thigh in between Misaki's legs and pressed it hard against Misaki's arousal, rubbing up and down, creating a friction that had Misaki shivering. Usagi-san broke the kiss to suck savagely at his lover's neck, creating a deep red bruise while he continued to massage Misaki's arousal with his thigh.

"You go on your date, Misaki" he growled into the younger man's ear, "but at the end of the night, you come home to me."

He returned his mouth to Misaki's neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin as he slipped his hands up Misaki's shirt and raked them across his chest before pulling hard at his nipples.

"Ah, ahn, Usagi-san…Usagi-san-"Misaki tried to speak, but Usagi captured his lips again, kissing him violently as he removed his hands from beneath Misaki's shirt to hold the younger man's hands down against the counter.

Usagi-san suddenly grabbed Misaki's shoulders and spun him around violently, grinding himself into Misaki's ass.

"Nnn, Usagi-san" Misaki shuddered, his eyes tearing up from the sheer intensity of Usagi-san's actions.

Usagi-san continued thrusting himself against Misaki as he raked his teeth against the back of his neck.

"Remember, Misaki" he whispered coldly into his flustered mess of a lover's ear, "A woman can't satisfy you like I do" he paused to grind his arousal into Misaki harder. Misaki panted, his own hardness continually rubbing against the kitchen counter, "Remember that."

With that, Usagi-san abruptly unclasped Misaki's hands from his own and moved away, walking briskly up the stairs and slamming the door to his office.

Misaki collapsed to the floor, his entire body tingling, breathing hard both from arousal and from fear.

What in the world had he done?

So what do you think? Please review and let me know. I have rough drafts planned out, but there are many places this story could go, so if there's something you'd like to see happen, don't be shy and tell me! Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it so far. Thanks for reading!