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Chapter 12

Nowaki sighed. He'd known Misaki would ask this. "From what Hiro-san has told me, he and Usami-san were childhood friends. They did everything together when they were little because they lived so close together, and were lonely with no one else around.

"Hiro-san was also in love with Usami-san." Both men winced slightly at this, but Nowaki continued, "But it seemed that Usami-san was in love with another man."

"Onii-chan," Misaki whispered. Nowaki's eyes widened in surprise. Usami had been in love with Takahashi's brother? Did that make Misaki a replacement? No, anyone with eyes could see how crazy Usami-san was about this kid. Besides, now was not the time to think about even more messed up relationships than the one currently being addressed. He'd get an answer to that little disaster from Hiro-san later. If Hiro-san didn't kill him for starting all this.

"Anyway," he continued, getting back on track. "It seems they slept together just the one time. It was the night before I found Hiro-san crying in the park. They must have both thought it was a mistake, because neither of them pursued the relationship, Hiro-san got together with me.

Misaki stood there, staring as Nowaki finished his story in shock. All of this drama. When did it all happen. Had he known Usagi-san when all of this had happened? He'd never even known that there was a connection between the demon professor and his lover. Why had Usagi-san kept all this from him? Finally, he managed to ask, his voice shaking, "Wh—when did all of this take place?"

"Eh, err, about ten years ago, why do you ask?" Nowaki was confused, what did the date matter?"

"Ten years ago," Misaki murmured. Okay, so maybe he'd judged Usagi-san's not mentioning his relationship to Kamijou Sensei simply because it had never come up.

Maybe.

Most likely.

Misaki suddenly felt a little bit better. This, he decided was not a problem.

Misaki grinned, making Nowaki question the boy's sanity. "Eh, Takahashi-kun, are you alright?"

"I'm suddenly feeling much better, Dr. Kusama. Say, do you think you could call a cab for me? I think I'd like to go home."

Nowaki let out the breath he'd been holding. The issue was settled…he wasn't quite sure how it had gotten settled, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Sure," he said, pulling out a cell phone.

…

Usagi had not gone straight home after his lover had ordered him to leave. No, he had made a quick stop at a liquor store for some expensive Sake and 200 proof Russian Vodka. If Misaki was not going to come home, than he was going to drink himself into a stupor. He seriously doubted he would make it through the night if he was sober.

Arriving at home, the first thing he did was done a glass of Sake followed by a Vodka Chaser. Then he began to pace, hoping, praying, even, that Misaki would come back to him. Even if he didn't come back tonight, Usagi was praying that Misaki would come back at all. It took him all of five minutes before his nerves were so messed up that he was ready for another drink. He continued repeating those steps over and over again. Sake followed by Vodka followed by pacing followed by Sake followed by Vodka followed by pacing, on and on and on.

After an hour or so, Usagi was dead drunk, and staggering about rather than pacing. (he still had the drinking part down, though. He was seriously upset now and decided that he needed to take all his pain and anger out on someone.

So, he called Hiroki.

"Hello?"

"Hiroki, your boyfriend is an idiot."

"Excuse me?" Hiroki asked, instantly flaring up. "What the hell are you talking about. Nowaki is extremely smart."

"I know he's like a doctor and everything, but he's a baka when it comes to sensitive issues."

"No he's—well, yes he is, but that doesn't give you the right to comment on it."

"Oh yes it does. It does cuz baka Nowaki told Misaki about us."

"Us who?"

"Us, us, you and me."

"Me and you what?"

Usagi felt like bashing his head in. Could the man not remember the past. Seriously, he was drunk and he could remember it. "You know, the time that did it."

Hiroki said nothing.

"So there," Usagi rambled on. "That is why I can call your boyfriend an idiot, or a baka or whatever the hell I want to call him." Then he slammed the phone down, staggered to the coffee table and proceeded to drink Vodka straight from the bottle.

In an apartment near the university…

Hiroki stared at the phone, now buzzing with dial tone. What the hell did I miss?

Nowaki chose that inopportune moment to walk through the door.

"Nowaki, why did Akihiko just call me, screaming about something that happened ten years ago? And how the necessity for its being dredged up again somehow being your fault?"

Nowaki grimaced. "I didn't know that Misaki didn't know you and Usami-san had a history."

Hiroki resisted the urge whack Misaki upside the head. "Why? Why the hell would you ever bring that up?"

"He said you weren't as cute as Misaki-kun."

"Baka! That is the stupidest possible thing you could have done under the circumstances. Akihiko was already upset because he seems to think he is responsible for Takahashi-kun's accident. Then you went and gave something to the kid that might cause them to fight and maybe break up. I've seen Akihiko when he's depressed. He starts to lose it more than usual."

"Even if that is the case, I still say that Misaki-kun ought to know certain truths about his lover's past," Nowaki replied stubbornly.

Hiroki rubbed the wrinkling area between his eyes that Miyagi constantly complained about. "Nowaki, until a week ago, I didn't even know that Takahashi-kun and Akihiko had a connection. What made you think that he would know more?"

Nowaki sighed, giving in. "I just got upset, I mean, he said you weren't cute."

"Yeah, well, I'm still not sure on that point either," Hiroki muttered. "I'm still in the 'Nowaki has some whacky notions about my looks' corner."

"Nowaki stared at him. "You are the most adorable person in the world. Usami-san is insane to even compare you to Misaki-kun." He said all this with a completely straight face and a solemn voice.

"Idiot," Hiroki said, but there was no malice in it. Of course, that didn't stop him from punching Nowaki in the shoulder the moment he was in range.

"Ow."

"Sorry," Hiroki said, automatically.

"You should kiss it and make it better," Nowaki said, playfully.

"Shaddup," Hiroki snapped, moving in to punch him again. Nowaki struck, catching Hiroki's hand and shoving it behind his back while he wrapped his other arm around Hiroki's waist and pulling him into a fierce kiss.

"Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered against Hiroki's lips, making the older man shudder. He opened his mouth, allowing Nowaki full access to his mouth. Nowaki of course, took full advantage. (a/n: does anyone else notice how easy it is for Nowaki to manipulate Hiroki?) Hiroki did little but hold on tight as Nowaki tugged his shirt out of his pants and slid his hands underneath to brush warmly over his back. He shuddered even as he reached up to push Nowaki's lab coat off his shoulders. Then, keeping their lips locked, and still working on undressing each other, they started moving in the direction of the bedroom. Nowaki got the last button on Hiroki's dress shirt and tugged the damn thing off before shoving his Hiro-san back onto the bed. Hiroki let out a small gasp before Nowaki covered his mouth with his again.

Nowaki moved down, working his way to Hiroki's chest and sucking on one of his nipples, while his hand slid down into Hiroki's pants. Hiroki jerked as he got really hard, really fast.

"So hard," Nowaki whispered against his chest. He quickly buttoned the pants and shoved them down to Hiroki's ankles where Hiroki proceeded to kick them the rest of the way off. Meanwhile, Nowaki worked his way lower until he was just above Hiroki's cock. He grinned teasingly at Hiroki as he carefully went around him in a circle, not yet touching.

"Get on with it," Hiroki moaned.

"If you insist," Nowaki replied, and was on Hiroki and sucking less than a millisecond later. Hiroki moaned again as he felt Nowaki's tongue running along his length, making him crazy from the ecstasy of it. Then Nowaki, still suck on him, held two fingers up to Hiroki's mouth. Hiroki caught and sucked on them, soaking them and making Nowaki shiver slightly. Nowaki pulled back his hand and inserted them one at a time into Hiroki. Hiroki moaned and bucked as Nowaki repeated the motion several times.

Then, both things disappeared at once. Hiroki whimpered and waited for Nowaki to continue. He opened his eyes and watched as Nowaki removed his pants and toss them to the floor. Then he was back and lifting Hiroki off the bed enough to expose his opening. In one shove, he buried himself to the hilt, making Hiroki gasp in pleasure-pain. Instinctively, he tightened up, making Nowaki moan in turn.

Nowaki began pumping in and out slowly, gradually speeding up as both men climbed toward their peaks. "Nowa—Nowaki, I—I'm gonna come," Hiroki gasped as pleasure poured over him.

"Hang on just a bit—now!" Nowaki yelled as he released and Hiroki Joined him screaming Nowaki's name. Nowaki fell forward onto his one and only love with a sigh. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too." Hiroki replied as he wrapped his arms around the man he would die for. "I love you so much."

Okay, so I went off on a tangent for a bit there with Nowaki and Hiroki, there, but the last two chapters were really intense and I wanted to lighten things up. Plus, Hiroki has had so little to do with this story and I love writing about him. Chapter 13 will get back on track with Misaki and Usagi.

Also, this is the first time I have ever written all out yaoi sex, so thank you to Miss Plague for the advice on how to write Yaoi and to Finalhope112 and yamasasha who said it was a good idea to put this part in, thank you.

God, this chapter took forever, I kept adding more. (just so you know, the original length of this story was about 800 words, including a good chunk of what will soon be chapter 13. this story is now somewhere around 1800 words)