Chapter 2

A/N: Second chapter! Yay! Smut ahoy! Sorry it took so long to update - in the middle of GCSEs... ARGH! lol XD

Warnings: Smut. Usagi.

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The hour of the party was fast approaching, and Usagi did not like the look of it one bit. The Suit, was still scrunched on the bathroom floor from when Misaki had abandoned it, and Usagi scowled at its lurking form. The Suit was plotting something. He knew it.

But what about the way to get rid of It without Misaki suspecting a thing? Hmm... Ah! Yes! A shower. The Suit would get wet and creased, and It would not be able to recover from Its battle wounds by the evening. And with any luck, he might just be able to get Misaki in the shower with him. The Great Lord smirked, stripping off and stepping under the running water, watching with an expression of pure joy as The Suit shrivelled under the onslaught.

Hah! He had WON! The Great Lord Usami never loses to anyone! Even inanimate objects!

He squirted a liberal amount of shampoo onto his hair, building it up into a heavy froth, wobbling in a precarious jelly tower on the top of his head, before sliding down his back and down the plughole. This was no fun. He pouted. Why have a shower alone when you have your helpful Misaki to wash your hair for you? He was sure that there were much better uses for shampoo and shower gel than for personal hygeine.

He climbed out of the shower eagerly, tying just a towel around his waist as he went to find his beloved Misaki. Who was cowering in terrified anticipation in the kitchen.

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Said boy happened to be hyperventilating. Not just hyperventilating, however, but hyperventilating with a torn shirt, chocolate spread all over him, and his head between his legs. And just how could this get any worse? That perverted rabbit was standing in the doorway with a creepily delighted expression on his face. Damn his bad luck.

It went like this. Misaki had not eaten all day, for fear of Usagi using food in unexpected and completely inappropriate ways, and, as Usagi was occupying himself with the shower, Misaki thought he could just sneak a little snack. A chocolate spread sandwich, to be precise. But as he tried to cut the bread for a sandwich, his shirt caught on the blade of the knife, tearing completely. Of course, he was so shocked by this, that he stumbled backwards, sending the open jar of chocolate spread flying, and tipping all over his naked chest.

And that was when Usagi walked in.

Honestly, Misaki could have sworn the man had a pervert-radar or something, the way he always managed to catch Misaki at the wrong time. Such as when he had his buttons one off, or if he forgot to lock the bathroom door (come to think of it, was there even a lock on the bathroom door? Misaki had a sneaking suspicion that that pervert Usagi had removed it...). And now here he was, gazing at Misaki with a look that read as a cross between predatorial hunger and pure joy. The kind of look that a starving lion might give you if he hadn't eaten all week, and you had rubbed yourself in goose fat.

"Usagi-san I... spreadallovermeI'!"

He made a bid for the door. Unfortunately, there was a slight error in his calculations, which resulted in him being dragged back. The error in question being Usagi's arm which had somehow sneaked round Misaki's waist without him noticing. How does he do that? Is he like some sort of a ninja-perve or something?

"Misaki. I am not going out. I am going to help my dear little lover get clean, since that is what a good boyfriend does."

"Don't decide that all on your own! Stupid pervert!" Misaki screeched as he was hoisted over the man's shoulder, resorting to hammering his fists on Usagi's back. But to no avail. Usagi just continued walking up the stairs as normal!

"We've got to be at the party in an hour!"

"Don't worry, it's only ten minutes in my red sports car."

Misaki stopped hammering his fists suddenly in confusion. "What? You normally say it's two minutes?"

"Yes, but I figured I was going to be a little busy with you during the journey." Usagi turned perverted and strangely hopeful eyes upon his boyfriend.

Misaki sighed slightly as he was thrown once more onto the bed. It's true that you can't change a man.

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Usagi beamed down at his struggling prey. The Struggling Prey in question gave him a look that read as "Usagi, if you don't get off me, I will beat you to a pulp with your own dildos."

Oh well. It was worth it. Usagi's hand slowly crept up (what remained of) his lover's shirt. Completely of its own accord of course. Usagi had nothing to do with it.
"Usagi, get your hand OFF my... Ahh! DON'T DO TH...ngh!"

Said Rabbit chuckled lowly at the way Misaki's loud protests dwindled to a faint whimper, stooping to nibble at the boy's earlobe before slowly licking his way down the boy's torso. "Misaki, you know as well as I do that you don't want my hand anywhere but here. Unless of course..."

His hand slipped gently down soft, yielding flesh, giving a fluttering trace to the curve of hips, before dipping down below the boy's belt. Misaki froze. A kind of choked, half-formed protest forced its way out of the back of his throat, before sinking into a slight moan. His head buried itself unconsciously into the man's chest.

"...you want it here." Usagi punctuated his words with a firm squeeze.

The brunette arched violently with a stifled groan, fingers curling around the older man's shoulders as Usagi's lips engulfed a nipple, licking and biting with a combination of lust, tenderness and viciousness that was just Usagi.

"P...pervert..."

He could feel Misaki slowly relenting to him, the way his expression slid into one not of anger or even protest, but bliss. The way he went from pushing Usagi away to clinging to him. The soft peaks of hardened nipples beneath the torn, dirtied shirt, and the way his member was slowly hardening under Usagi's touch. His thumb slid tauntingly over the slit, and Misaki yelped, nails digging into Usagi's shoulders sharply.

"Heh. You like it there, huh?"

The boy didn't bother to protest this time, shudders racking though his body, his breath hitching as Usagi began to pump his erection slowly, rubbing his thumb over the slit more firmly this time. A cry ripped from Misaki's throat, bucking his hips upwards. More.

But Usagi withdrew his hand suddenly, stopping him. "Not yet, Misaki." he breathed. "I'll let you come, but you have to give me what I want."

"W...what is it? P...please... Usagi..."

Usagi smiled at the trembling jelly of a teen beneath him. Oh yes, he could ask for anything now. But, first things first.

"I want something very very badly, Misaki." he huffed into the Misaki's ear, causing chills to scuttle up and down the boy's spine.

Misaki blushed deeply. "W...what...?"

"I want... not to go to the party tonight."

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Misaki breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew! That's brilliant! I won't have to have kinky sex now!" It took him a few seconds to realise that he had said it out loud. Geez, Misaki. He scolded himself. Brain, NOT mouth, okay?

Usagi blinked at him. "Kinky sex?"

Misaki could practically see his ears prick up. Honestly. He was like some kind of a dog. He only heard words that he wanted to. Like "Kinky", "sex", "last night", or "horny". Misaki blushed. He was so stupid! How could he open his big mouth and make matters worse for himself! As it was, he was already dealing with a burning erection which Usagi had refused to take care of!

"I...it...itwasanideaofAikawa'." He mumbled. Quietly and very very fast. He had hoped that Usagi would not understand a word of it. Unfortunately, he had not bargained on the Great Lord Usami's Super-Sonic Hearing Ability.

"Change of plan!"

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Aikawa did not have to think very hard to work out why Usagi and Misaki had turned up to the party looking... unconventional. Misaki was wearing a ripped shirt covered in the remnants of chocolate sauce, which looked suspiciously like it had been licked off. Yaoi fangirls didn't have to think hard to reach that sort of conclusion. Not to mention the satisfied, if slightly sickening grin that graced the Lord's face was a little bit of a give-away.

The man was about as subtle as a condom with a neon sign that read "I'VE HAD SEX!" emblazoned in flashing pink letters.

She supposed it wasn't exactly surprising. Usagi was in that kind of mood at the moment. He tended to get sexually frustrated when he wasn't writing any BL novels. And Misaki was looking surprisingly satisfied too. If a little stiff.

She grinned. Ah, he'd have HELL to pay in the morning.

What was interesting though, was the way the other guests reacted. They didn't seem particularly shocked , just kept talking to the couple (internal squeal) as normal. In fact, everyone was acting as normal. The waiters proceeded to serve Usagi and Misaki just as courteously, the guests acted the same, Usagi continued to bluff his way around any questions that he didn't know the answer to, and, as usual, Misaki tried to keep a composed expression whilst Usagi groped his arse.

Which of course, failed as he went a beautiful shade of strawberry red.

"GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF MY TROUSERS YOU PERVERT!"

THEN the guests took notice.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter isn't so good, I had to kind of dash it off since I wanted to get it finished without it interfering with my studies (damned exams). Oh well... And sorry it was only touching this time. Real lemon coming up.