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Chapter 14

Usagi woke at exactly 9:37 am. He was instantly aware of two things. One, he had a splitting headache and hangover, and two, the bed was empty of anyone but him. He pressed a hand to his face, hiding his sadness from the world. He slowly lowered his hand staring longingly at Misaki's empty side of the bed. So much for making the dream last forever, he thought with a sigh.

Knowing that this day could not possibly get any worse, he switched onto autopilot and, snagging some random clothes, he headed off into the bathroom.

He was just about to turn on the shower when he heard the front door slam open. Misaki!

He threw himself out the door and dived toward the balcony. He looked over the railing as a voice screamed, "USAMI-Sen—" Aikawa stopped dead, staring up at Usagi in all his glory.

Usagi turned away, dejected. Without a backward glance to his editor, he went back to the bathroom to get his shower. It wasn't like she would leave him, after all.

…

"Ah, Aikawa-san," Misaki said, smiling. "Usagi-san is—"

"Is awake and naked and now in the shower," she stated flatly.

"Ah." Misaki blushed as that image filled his mind. Usagi-san, leaning over the balcony, naked and—and stopping that thought.

"Anyway, I'll just have to wait for the manuscript, won't I? Good thing I brought dough nuts." She smiled warmly at him and he grinned back, thankful for a distraction from the route his suddenly perverted mind was taking.

"Would you like some tea to go with the dough nuts?" Misaki aasked as he put the kettle on.

…

In the shower, Usagi was suffering. He could not stop thinking about Misaki. And thinking about Misaki made him lonely…well lonely and horny, if he was honest with himself. He stared down at himself, wishing Misaki was here to put him out of this misery.

He reached down and held himself, lightly as his mind filled with Misaki.

Misaki Smiling.

Misaki frowning.

Misaki shouting.

Misaki laughing.

Misaki screaming Usagi's name as he came.

Usagi kneaded his cock as it got harder. "Misaki," he whispered. "Misaki."

Over and over until he came. "Misaki," he murmured one more time before he slumped to his knees and just let the boiling hot water singe his back as it poured down on him.

…

after cleaning himself again, Usagi pulled on some clothes and dragged himself down the stairs to greet Aikawa.

But the living room was empty. Did she leave? He wondered, not really caring one way or the other. Then he heard Aikawa's voice. "—some more tea, origato." It was coming from the kitchen. Was she on the phone or something?

In the doorway, he saw Aikawa take a teacup from Misaki.

Misaki was here…Misaki was here.

Usagi's jaw dropped clear to the floor. He stared at the boy. When…

"Ah," Aikawa said, turning around in her seat. "Good morning, Usami-Sen—" She stopped when Usagi, completely ignoring her, hurled himself into the room and onto Misaki, who promptly dropped the teacup he was holding. It clattered to the floor, and smashed into a million pieces. It was ignored though, since Usagi was hugging Misaki so hard that he was chocking the poor boy.

"Usagi-san, what—" Misaki was cut off as Usagi pulled back enough to kiss him. Misaki would have just let him do this if Aikawa had not been there, but since she was, when Usagi stuck his tongue down Misaki's throat, Misaki shoved him back. "What's gotten into you?"

"You're back, you came back to me." Usagi replied, returning to his assault.

Misaki shoved him back, once more. "Well yeah, I've been back since last night. Don't tell me you were too drunk last night to remember."

"Usami-Sensei got drunk?" Aikawa gasped. "Why?"

"I thought that was all a dream." Usagi said, still ignoring the other person in the room. "You sounded so normal when you came in, that I thought I was dreaming. I thought if you came home, then you would either hit me, or only be there to get your stuff."

Misaki stopped struggling with the older man and just stared at him. Had Usagi-san really thought about all those things. Had he honestly thought I was so mad that I would leave him?

Usagi took this lapse in fighting to start kissing his lover again. Misaki pushed him off. "Stop for a minute." Usagi paused since the boy had put a time constraint on this stop. He resisted the urge to check his watch to count down the seconds.

Misaki unwrapped himself from the older man's arms. "Did you really worry about all that stuff? Did you really worry about the possibility that I would leave?" He had to know.

Usagi stared at him with a well duh sort of expression. "Of course I worried about it. I always worry about it. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you."

"Oh," was all Misaki could manage as he let that sink in.

"Minute's up," Usagi said, suddenly, and rewrapped himself around his one and only love. He swore to himself that he'd never let go of this boy again. Not so long as he was alive and kicking. He kissed the boy fiercely, sealing the promise.

Then, Usagi's hand started to wander up Misaki's shirt. Misaki shivered at the cold touch.

"Ahem," said a voice behind them. Usagi was all for ignoring it, yet again, but Misaki pushed him back.

"You really do need to get her the manuscript."

"But I'm busy," he whined, sounding like a small child.

Misaki sighed, already regretting what he was about to say. "The sooner she gets it, then the sooner she can go back to work."

Misaki had never seen Usagi move so fast. He was upstairs in a flash. Thirty seconds later, Usagi was standing before Aikawa with a thick sheath of paper. Aikawa smiled. "Thank you Usami-Sensei. Now I'll let you get back to…whatever it is that you were about to do." Misaki shivered and Usagi grinned evilly.

"Sayonara." Aikawa left with that.

Usagi grabbed Misaki up again, kissing him so hard that Misaki was pretty sure he would have bruises there soon. But today, he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around the only man he loved or would ever love like this. He clutched at Usagi's shoulders with more passion than usual, as Usagi whispered Misaki's name over and over against the boy's lips.

Both were undressed in a matter of seconds, and Misaki was on his back on the kitchen floor with Usagi on top of him, and kissing his way downward. Misaki moaned and squirmed around in ecstasy as Usagi went steadily lower.

Then, just above Misaki's cock, Usagi stopped. Misaki looked down at him. Usagi was staring into his eyes, intently. "What is it?"

"I love you," he replied. Usagi braced himself, remembering what had happened the last time he'd said that. That horrible day, was it only yesterday? When all he'd gotten from Misaki was an 'I know.'

"I love you, too."

Usagi smiled even while his eyes grew wide with surprise at the admission. "What?" Misaki asked. "You already knew that, baka."

Usagi didn't respond with words. Instead, he shot back up Misaki's body and caught the boy's lips with even more bruising ferocity. And then he murmured, "Sorry about this, but I truly can't wait."

"What—" Misaki broke of as Usagi shoved his way into Misaki's opening, without any foreplay. Misaki gasped once in pain, but was gasping in pleasure half a second later. Usagi pumped in and out, slowly to let Misaki adjust, and then faster and faster. "Usa-Usagi-san, more, "Misaki moaned as he jerked beneath Usagi-san. Usagi complied, pumping even harder and faster.

"I'm gonna come," Misaki cried as he went. Usagi smiled at the boy's expression. Then he joined his lover in orgasmic bliss. He sagged slightly, falling on the boy, then rolling to the side to avoid crushing Misaki.

"I love you, my Misaki."

"Yeah yeah," Misaki replied once he'd finished panting. He looked at the twenty nine year old who was smiling gently at him. Misaki loved this man so much. He'd never say the truth, but deep in his heart, all of it was true. He loved Usagi every bit as much as Usagi loved him.

Misaki sighed and edged over so that Usagi could wrap his arms around him. This was the dream that that Misaki wished would never end.

That's it. The end. No more. There is absolutely no more that I can do with this story. For the record, this story was supposed to end at chapter three, but someone said I should keep going, and it took me eleven frickin' chapters to find a good place to end it again.

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If someone can figure out another way for this story to go, tell me and I will try to do something with it. Maybe, if I have time.

I have to say thank you again to Miss Plague, who gave me advice on how to write yaoi scenes without my brain melting from the embarrassment of it. And thank you to everyone who reviewed my stories over and over again. I love you all. And thank you for reading my first story.

Yay, it's done?