Apologies for the wait time on this one. I'm so not confident in my writing of sexy times, but I can't stand messing with this chapter anymore, so hopefully it's alright. Thank you for your reading, and for your favorites, follows, and reviews.

XO Vita

"You know," Usagi said, after a long moment of silence, "If Takano did ask me to date him, I'd say no." Misaki was a bit startled by this, but he supposed he would have started to worry eventually about the 'what ifs' of the situation.

"I don't know why. He'd probably match you better" Misaki muttered. "I'm not that smart, or that good looking, god knows, I'm nowhere near your pervert level."

"Those things aren't important. I love you because you are Misaki. Do I have to show you more that I love you?"

"I-it's not that." Misaki replied hastily. Heaven forfend Usagi decide he needed to be even more demonstrative than he already was. "It's just, I guess I thought I'd feel like I'm starting to be a match for you after almost five years."

"You are. The you of right now is worlds ahead of the you from five years ago."

"I guess." Misaki wasn't convinced.

"It's true." Usagi squeezed Misaki's hand. "Of course, if you're talking about sex, I'm more than willing to assist you with a level up." The hungry smirk on Usagi's face did funny things to Misaki's stomach, and he felt sure he couldn't possibly get any redder. He gave a slight, quick nod. Despite how badly he wanted to bury his face in his coat, he managed to stare straight out the windshield. If he couldn't manage to look at Usagi, at least he wasn't actually hiding. That was a step in the right direction.

"Think about what you want. You've got five minutes until we're home." Usagi's voice was like warm honey, sweet and thick with lust. Misaki couldn't help but shiver.

Neither of them spoke another word until they'd reached the condo and secured the door. They didn't touch, but there energy sang between them, and Misaki's face felt so hot with embarrassment, he worried it might actually spontaneously combust. He'd thought Usagi would be all over him by now, but his usually aggressive lover was hanging back. His expression was as intense and lustful as ever, though.

Usagi quirked his lips in a seductive smile, slipped off his suit coat and then backed slowly toward the stairs, long fingers of one elegant hand expertly loosening his tie. In the dead quiet of the condo, Misaki could hear the silk sliding and shivered. "Misaki." Usagi called softly, undoing the top button of his shirt. "I'm going to bed. Join me?"

Misaki, still a bit hazy from the alcohol, felt like he was being pulled by the desire in Usagi's eyes and the molten sex in his voice. He followed numbly, trying not to trip as Usagi backed slowly up the stairs, undoing buttons to reveal a widening swath of pale and perfect flesh. When he reached the landing, Usagi slipped off his shirt and flung it over the rail. He gave Misaki a wicked wink and then turned around. He walked easily to his bedroom where he flicked on the light. Misaki stopped in the doorway. He heard the sound of a zipper and then Usagi shimmied out of pants and underwear and tossed them away along with his socks.

Shamelessly naked, Usagi collapsed gracefully onto the bed and squirmed enticingly until he lay against a toppled Suzuki-san and a heap of pillows, reclined and regal. Not that Usagi had any cause for shame. His graceful sprawl showed off his awakening arousal and his long, lean muscles. Misaki swallowed. His mouth felt dry and his heart beat fast. He knew his eyes must be big as saucers, but he couldn't stop staring. He forgot to be embarrassed until he heard the cracked sound of his own voice saying "this is different." Then he froze in place, utterly mortified. The only thing more humiliating that moving forward at a time like this would be running away.

Akihiko willed himself to remain still. He gave a charming smile and hoped Misaki did something soon, before he couldn't take it anymore. Akihiko could tell he was fighting the urge to flee. Akihiko often wondered if Misaki's reticence, extreme as it could be, was more than just shyness. Maybe he didn't really feel the same kind of desire Akihiko did. Maybe he just let Akihiko have his way because they loved each other, and because Misaki was nothing if not accommodating to a fault. If Misaki ran, it meant he didn't feel the same, right? Akihiko supposed that should make him more willing to wait, but instead, he felt his muscles actually twitching to take his young lover down and prove once again the pleasure he was only too happy to provide.

Akihiko felt Misaki's keen gaze drinking him in and steeled his resolve again to wait, to let Misaki do things in his own time, without pressure.

Misaki approached slowly. So slowly. Akihiko nearly despaired of his ability to remain where he was. He could do this. Besides, no one ever died of frustrated arousal that he'd ever heard of.

Misaki arrived at the edge of the bed. "Mi-" before Akihiko could say more, a slim silencing finger laid against his lips. Chastised, he gave a small nod, then quickly suckled at the precious digit, releasing before Misaki could complain.

Misaki sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the notepad and pen that Usagi kept there. He carefully wrote "turn over" on it. His nerves made him fidgety, and he folded the paper with quick precision into the shape of a rose, which he laid gently on Usagi's bare chest.

Usagi's fingers slipped along the folded petals and opened up the paper. His eyes widened in surprise. "Misaki. What are you-"

Misaki took a deep breath and tried to pretend his face wasn't on fire. This at least would give him time before he had to tackle what he mean to do. If he was going to manage it, starting slow, easing into the whole situation, seemed the only way he might possibly be able to cope. Every time he'd ever tried to attack Usagi with force, he made a total fool of himself. At least he knew his limits. He put his hand over Usagi's mouth to forestall further commentary and waited.

After a long moment, Usagi's shoulders rippled in a liquid shrug and he complied.

Akihiko wondered if Misaki was really about to try to top him. He was surprised at how nervous he felt. It's not as if he hadn't bottomed before, though it had been a while. Even when he had, though, Akihiko had always seduced his partner into taking him at the moment of his choosing or climbed on top and enjoyed everything on his own terms. This feeling of not knowing what was coming next was new. With anyone else he would never permit such a thing, but with Misaki it was okay. The feeling was as interesting as it was unsettling.

"Usagi-san," Misaki's straddled Akihiko's hips and kneaded his shoulders with strong, sure fingers. "You seem tense." Misaki's hands worked Akihiko's shoulders and neck before gradually coaxing the rest of his back and the muscles of each arm to relax with skilled hands. Even if this wasn't the direction Akihiko expected things to go, he wasn't about to complain. Misaki's gave exceptional massages, and they were usually only offered when Akihiko practically calcified into a hunch over his keyboard. By the time Misaki got to his legs, Akihiko felt like a pile of sleepy goo. When Misaki rolled him over and began to work his legs from the front, he didn't bother to open his eyes, he felt so deliciously indolent.

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Misaki felt some of the anxiety go out of him when he noticed that Usagi's eyes were closed. The massage had led to a happy, lazy bunny, too relaxed to offer much in the way of scrutiny. This kind of sleepy ease was as rare to see on Usagi as a bright, genuine smile, and Misaki liked to see it nearly as much.

Over all their years together, he'd rarely had the opportunity he did now to truly drink in the sight of Usagi. Usually, as soon as his surreptitious glances were noticed, his seme pounced immediately. It was kind of a shame, but it was probably weird for him to want to look at someone like this. Or maybe for a normal person it would be, but Misaki guessed that since they were lovers, it was probably okay.

Misaki took a long, deep breath. If he was to do anything, now was the time, before his courage fled with the last of the alcohol in his bloodstream. He eyed Usagi's half-hard cock and licked his lips. He wanted to suck it. He'd thought about it a lot. More than he really cared to admit to himself. It felt so very good when Usagi did that for him, Misaki knew it probably wasn't fair of him not to return the favor, not that Usagi ever said anything. He realized he'd stopped rubbing Usagi's legs while his mind spun down that track, and Usagi was looking down at him.

"Misaki?" Usagi's expression was an intoxicating combination of concern and lust. Misaki eyed his target and wet his lips again. Amazingly, Usagi's dick swelled fully to attention under his gaze. Misaki felt a little thrill run through him at that. Did he really have the power to make Usagi's body respond that easily? He hadn't even done anything yet. Misaki leaned forward, but stopped again, frozen. He felt stupid for being so nervous. "You don't have to-" Usagi began, lifting Misaki's chin with cool, gentle fingertips. He was always so kind.

"I-I want to, Usagi-san." Misaki managed to meet Usagi's eyes and get the words out very quietly, but with minimal stuttering.

Usagi slipped his hand along MIsaki's jaw and carded long fingers through Misaki's hair, drawing him forward with gentle encouragement. Misaki let himself be led. Usagi didn't coax him all the way, though. He waited patiently, running his thumb alone Misaki's barely stubbled cheek, clearly he wouldn't force anything. This non-aggressive Usagi made Misaki realize just how much of a burden his lover usually took off of him with this kind of thing. And he was being so patient, so kind. It made Misaki want to do something to make Usagi feel good even more. . His lover had done this shameful act for him so many times, and Misaki knew, given the frequency of fictional Misaki's engagement in such acts, that it was something Usagi thought about often.

Misaki looked up and met Usagi's gaze with a nervous smile before glancing down again and closing the remaining distance to slide his lips over the head of his lover's cock. Misaki gave a tentative suck and swept his tongue around. He had to be doing something right, because Usagi's erection swelled in Misaki's mouth to the point that accommodating it's girth was less than comfortable. Misaki adjusted his angle to something a bit more tolerable. He'd expected this to be kind of gross, but he actually found he didn't dislike it. The taste of musk and salty skin wasn't exactly cupcakes and strawberries or anything, but it was just so . . . Usagi, so intimate. It was the kind of thing he could probably get used to.

Trying to imitate the way Usagi always did this for him, Misaki endeavored to take his lover's whole length, until he gagged a little and he felt cool, trembling hands tug him away a little. "Don't try to take that much now." Usagi said, sounding a little breathless. "That's an, mmmn." He broke off as Misaki started sucking hard in a slow, steady rhythm, "advanced . . . technique." Misaki couldn't stop a smile at how much difficulty Usagi, who was usually distressingly verbose in bed, seemed to be having stringing words together. "Use your hand on the bottom so you don't choke."

Misaki tried it and found that made things infinitely easier. He quickly developed a rhythm, and when beads of liquid began to seep from the tip of Usagi's arousal, Misaki lapped at them, pressing his tongue against the place where the welled up, searching for more. Even more shameful than that, his own body was reacting intensely to performing this act. It was an effort not to let his own arousal distract him from his task.

His jaw was aching, but he didn't really want to stop. He hadn't expected to like doing this. It seemed degrading, somehow, but actually, working out how to make Usagi buck and quiver and make soft, sexy noises had Misaki feeling incredibly powerful. He knew he was still drunk, but the high he felt was definitely more than that. He wasn't anywhere near finished when he felt strong hands pushing him away "Misaki" Usagi's voice was low and ragged, "Misaki. You have to stop.". Misaki, defiant, shook off Usagi's grip and latched on even more, speeding his pace and sucking like the dickens. He didn't know if he'd ever have the courage to do this again, but he was, to his own very great surprise, enjoying himself at the moment, and Usagi could just lie there and take it for once. "Misaki! Misaki I'm-!" Misaki waved an irritated, silencing hand toward Usagi before returning it to his task. Apparently giving up on whatever he'd been trying to say, Usagi's hand fell heavily on Misaki's head. He didn't really care for that, but he couldn't be bothered to shake it off at the moment. He was busy. Usagi's breath disorganized into gasping mess and his balls tightened beneath Misaki's massaging fingers. With a long moan, Usagi pumped his hips up, his member swelling and thrusting deeper and pumping bursts of hot spend into the back of Misaki's mouth.

It wasn't until that moment that Misaki realized, belatedly, what his partner had been trying to say. Misaki swallowed instinctively and pulled away, startled. A strand of sticky semen stretched from his lower lip to the head of Usagi's cock, and Misaki wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking fixedly down at the bedsheets. What the hell had just happened to him? It was like he'd gone temporarily insane or something, but now that he'd come back to himself, all the embarrassment of what he'd just done seemed to flood in on him at once. "I did try to warn you." Usagi said, and Misaki could hear the smile in his voice. He chanced a quick peek up through his lashes and the blissed out, loving happiness on Usagi's face didn't do much to make him feel less painfully ridiculous, but it was probably worth it. He didn't have a chance to think about it in any case, because as soon as their eyes met, Usagi yanked him up and ravaged him with a frenzy of fierce kisses.

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Much later that night, Akihiko was still grinning as he started at the ceiling. He was in-fucking love. Falling hard and infatuated all over again. Misaki had thoroughly surprised him, and he still felt off kilter. Well, maybe that also had something to do with the fact that he hadn't come that hard in gods only knew how long. Jeezus. He'd dreamed of this, imagined it, written it so many times and he'd gotten it so wrong. He'd written Misaki as beguilingly shy, hesitant, sweet, and wide-eyed. Because that was how Misaki was about sex. But he hadn't accounted for the Misaki who had no problem taking his infamously difficult and prickly self in hand without a second thought, the Misaki who cussed him out for messing up the apartment or buying too many bears and looked like he'd cut anyone who dared to disturb the insanely intricate sugar sculpture he'd just done for Kaoruko *again* because of a certain bunny's meddling the last time around.

He must have fallen asleep at some point because when he next realized it, he was opening his eyes against aggravating brightness and being harshly jostled. "Get up, Usagi. Onodera-san is going to be here soon and you'd better do your writing properly today. Fuck morning. He hated morning. "I can't do anything today. I think you sucked out my brain out through my dick last night." Akihiko meant it, too. How was he supposed to think about anything other than Miaki after that night. He pulled a pillow over his head, only have it yanked away. A fiercely blushing Misaki was looking down at him with an expression of supreme aggravation. "Shut up." Misaki sputtered, "and go take a shower. I'll have breakfast ready in fifteen minutes."

Akihiko tried to snag Misaki's waist and pull him into the bed, but his quarry dodged and slipped away, retreating just as fast as he ever had. Akihiko felt joy growing in his breast at the realization that Misaki hadn't really changed at all.

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So, aggressive Misaki . . . what do you think? I tried not to push him too far OOC while still allowing for some growth toward sexual maturity. I'm not sure if I succeeded, but I had fun with it.

Coming up . . . Ritsu and Takano still have agnst.