A/N = Thanks to Usamisaftw and Primordium for their helpful reviews! ^_^ As long as I get at least one review I'm as happy as Tree trunks with an apple pie!

Plus, the Victorian thing is pretty hard to write when I don't know what I'm doing. To make it a little easier I'm just going to make it an 'old fashioned' AU, instead of setting it in any particular era. I still want to keep the horse and cart thing, and the sexy gentleman vibe though, lol.

Please don't hate me for my lousy foresight!

Hope you like this chapter! =D

~Lime warning~!

Chapter 2

This was going to be fun, Akihiko mused. He had to admit, things had been a little worrying for a while. Even someone as lackadaisical as Akihiko could comprehend that being homeless wasn't exactly a good thing. And his first attempt to find a place had been a failure.

The first person he'd decided to call on was Hiroki, but it seemed that his old friend had moved out of the Kamijou estates. Akihiko had been appalled, not just that he was still homeless, but that Hiroki had apparently gone and gotten himself a job at the University they'd attended together. Hiroki's family had plenty of money, nowhere near as much as the Usami family, but enough that Hiroki could live a good, comfortable life without ever having to work at all. That he would choose to get a job was something that boggled Akihiko to no end.

But then, if Hiroki had a fault it was his annoying tendency to take himself, and life in general, way too seriously. Akihiko couldn't even comprehend getting a job as an assistant professor. His old friend was going to have to work for years before he would achieve a promotion. Who the hell could be bothered with that? Plus, Hiroki had an explosive temper (another of his faults, Akihiko mused uncharitably) that was hardly going to improve when he was stuck in a roomful of students, some of whom would no doubt enjoy 'poking the bear' so to speak. Still, it would have been nice to see him again, but the Kamijou's butler had refused to give Akihiko his new address.

Things had gone much better at the Takahashi house. It seemed that the years apart had dulled his romantic feelings for Takahiro, but the personality that had caused them to become friends in the first place was still very much in evidence, and he had genuinely enjoyed chatting and catching up with him.

The house itself was interesting, but so much smaller than he'd imagined. Takahiro had once told him how grateful he was to have inherited the house, so Akihiko had figured it would have more than two bedrooms. Where did common children keep their teddy bears, after all? It was baffling. But at least it was nicely decorated, in a style Akihiko mentally dubbed as 'commoner chic'. He had always wanted to know what it was like to grow up in a common family, and now it seemed he would actually get to live as a part of one.

And even better than that was Misaki. Who'd have thought Takahiro's little brother would be his type? He was so innocent and shy, but Akihiko could also see the heat in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. It was obvious that the boy fancied him, but it was equally obvious that he had never acted on his desires before. He was sure that the boy was a virgin, another turn on for him. He liked being someone's first. It made things so much sexier, knowing that he was making someone feel things they never had before.

As for Takahiro, the man was about as receptive to flirts and come ons as a brick, something that had frustrated Akihiko to no end while he'd been trying to get into Takahiro's pants. Who'd have thought that Akihiko would ever be grateful for that trait? Luckily, he could flirt with the guy's little brother right in front of him without him ever catching on.

But Misaki was catching on. Akihiko had only just met him, but he already knew the right things to say to make him blush, and (though he knew the other wouldn't admit it) turn him on. Breaking down those self imposed barriers was going to be so much fun, and Akihiko already had a free pass to the boy's room. Who knew, he might even get some tonight, if he was lucky.

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Watching Takahiro chat with his old friend was refreshing. His big brother had a cheerful personality by nature, but Misaki hadn't seen him laugh and relax so much before. It was kind of fun to watch. If only the person he was reminiscing with wasn't such a sleaze. He couldn't even count the number of times he'd caught the man either leering at him or saying something that bordered on totally indecent.

And yet, Misaki also found himself watching Akihiko. The way the rich material of his shirt clung to his arms, the way the waistcoat defined his torso… Misaki couldn't tear his eyes away.

Akihiko caught his gaze, and Misaki realised with a start that he'd been caught staring. He felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment.

Takahiro stood suddenly, and Misaki turned his gaze to his older brother, glad for the distraction.

"I'm going to see what I can find in the closet for your bed, Misaki," Takahiro explained. "I'm pretty sure there's a spare quilt around here somewhere. I'll be right back."

Then it was just him and Akihiko, sitting in the firelight. Akihiko turned slightly in his chair, just smiling at him over the top of his cigarette. It was disconcerting. Misaki's hands clutched together in his lap as he struggled for something to focus on. For some reason, knowing Akihiko's eyes were on him was making him feel a little hot.

It's just the fire, Misaki tried to tell himself, though he knew it was a lie. Now, think of something to say before this becomes even more awkward!

"So, umm, Akihiko, what is it you do?" Misaki asked awkwardly, lacing his fingers together in his lap.

"You can call me Usagi," Akihiko answered, still looking amused at his expense. "It was a nickname your brother give me in high school, but it's kind of stuck with my friends."

"Usagi? Like rabbit?"

"Yep." Akihiko- no, Usagi, answered. "It fits, right?"

"Actually, it kind of does," Misaki admitted. For the first time since meeting Usagi he was starting to let his guard down and relax. "But I'm still kinda curious. What is it you do?"

"With what?" Usagi answered, puffing on his ever-present cigarette.

Misaki looked at him for a moment. Either the man had a great poker face, or he really didn't catch his meaning.

"With work. Like, what's your job?"

"Don't have one," Usagi answered, as though Misaki had asked him the most ridiculous question ever.

"So, are you really that rich?" Misaki asked, genuinely curious now.

"Yep," Usagi answered simply. "At least, I was. I don't really have any money now."

Misaki was saved having to answer when Takahiro arrived, clutching a bundle of cushions.

"Could you give me a hand with these, Misaki," he asked, stumbling toward Misaki's bedroom.

Misaki got up and opened the door for him, following him into the room. Takahiro dumped the bundle on the comfy single bed, and Misaki began to arrange them on the floor with a resigned sigh. Why did this have to happen? If he was going to spend an awkward night with an attractive older man, he'd at least have liked to have the comfort of his own bed.

After he had his bed laid out as best he could, the two brothers went back into the living room.

Misaki's stomach was full of butterflies as he sat down. It wouldn't be long now until he and Usagi were alone in his room. His mind told him what a bad idea that was, while his body thought that it was, in fact, a rather fantastic idea.

No matter how hard Misaki tried to convince himself he was straight, his dreams didn't lie. And Usagi looked like he'd walked right out of one of his deepest, most secret fantasies. Misaki's thoughts always seemed to drift to older, more experienced men. The cocky attitude and drop dead gorgeous good looks were driving him crazy. It was getting really hard to keep his thoughts (not to mention his hands) to himself.

"You better not snore, Usagi," Misaki mumbled, trying to wrench his mind from dangerous thoughts.

"Actually, I'm more worried about you keeping him awake, Misaki," Takahiro said with a small frown.

"What? I don't snore!" Misaki protested.

"I know, but when you were little you were so cute! Always begging to get into my bed with me," Takahiro smiled dreamily.

"Well, I'm hardly likely to do that now, am I?" Misaki blustered. God, but his brother could be exasperating sometimes.

"If you do get lonely, you can always get into bed with me," Akihiko said, smirking.

"That's very kind, Usagi, but I think Misaki's right. He's grown out of that sort of thing." Takahiro got a wistful expression. "If only they stayed that size forever! But that's not what I meant. I can't count the number of times he would be lying there in bed with me, little arms around me, when he'd start to talk in his sleep. It was so cute! Always something like a bunch of giant peanuts chasing him down a hill or some such."

Misaki got up, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure I've grown out of that too, big brother," he said, ignoring Usagi's chuckles and smug look. "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."

"Oh, goodnight Misaki," Takahiro replied happily. "Don't worry, I won't keep your new roommate up much longer!"

Misaki stepped into his room, grateful that he'd have time to change into his pyjamas before Usagi came in. He couldn't even imagine how embarrassing that'd be with him standing there.

The heat from the fire was pretty strong, even in here, so Misaki only bothered with the bottoms before slithering into his makeshift bed. He really didn't want Usagi to see how slim his chest was.

It wasn't long before he heard Usagi come in.

"Already in bed? Trying to protect your virtue?" Usagi asked. Misaki could hear the laughter in his voice without turning. "Or should I take it as an invitation?"

Misaki let out a huff of irritation, even as his heart beat a little faster. Was Usagi flirting with him? Or was he just taking the piss? With a sinking sensation, Misaki figured it was probably the latter. Not that that should really bother him, right?

There was some rustling behind him, and Misaki carefully tried to see what Usagi was doing without toppling the huge pile of teddies right beside his bed. He sort of wished he hadn't.

"What the hell are you doing?" he spluttered without thinking.

"What?" Usagi asked, looking smug yet again. He was looking sexy, standing in nothing but a pair of under shorts. For some strange reason, Misaki felt his mouth watering. What a weird reaction! And why was his dick getting hard? Usagi was a man. He had nothing Misaki didn't have. So why was Misaki so much more interested in what was in Usagi's shorts?

"I'm sure you don't sleep in your clothes," Usagi said, gesturing toward the heap of Misaki's discarded clothes. In his haste to change, Misaki hadn't even put them away. "You can really feel the heat from the fire in here," he commented, making for Misaki's bed. "When it's this hot, I usually sleep in the nude. But don't worry, I won't this time. I know how… delicate you are."

Misaki bristled at his mocking tone, but figured his best bet was to keep his mouth shut. The lantern was on the night table, and Misaki waited, wondering if Usagi would have the sense to put it out, or whether all such things had been done for him by a host of servants.

After a while, there was more rustling as Akihiko rifled through his trouser pockets, followed by a faint scratching.

"What are you doing now?" he moaned.

"Just doing a little writing. Meeting you has given me all sorts of ideas for my novels."

"You write novels?" Misaki asked, once again grudgingly interested in the man.

"Yeah. But they're really just a compilation of my fantasies and wishes. My stories are part of the reason my father kicked me out."

"Jesus! They're that bad? What have you got in there?"

"Do you really want to know?" Usagi asked, giving him a wicked grin.

"Actually… no, I don't think I do," Misaki muttered. But in actual fact, he was kind of intrigued. What sorts of things did turn Usagi on?

"Heh, I think you do," Usagi answered. "But perhaps you're too afraid that you'd enjoy the things you read."

Misaki's cheeks heated, and he turned away again, trying to pummel his pillow into a better position. The man was infuriating! And why, why did Misaki's body react to him so strongly?

"Listen, it's late. Will you put out the lantern and finish that tomorrow?" Misaki finally asked.

"No. I don't want to."

What the hell kind of response was that? How did Takahiro ever become friends with such a total asshole? He heard the sound of a match being struck, and realised that Akihiko had lit another cigarette.

"You better not stink up my room, Usagi," he complained. "And be careful you don't set the whole house on fire with that thing."

There was no reply, just the continued scritch scratch of a quill on paper.

Damn it. How was he going to sleep with his room so bloody bright, not to mention that irritating scraping sound?

He reached out absently, snagging one of the teddies off of the pile, setting it over his face. A little light still filtered through, but it was better than nothing, he supposed.

"Hey!" Usagi growled. "What the hell are you doing with Suzuki? He isn't a sleep mask!"

"Well, put out the light and I'll give him back," Misaki grumbled.

"You know, I was trying to keep my hands to myself tonight," Akihiko answered in a low voice, "but you're really trying my patience."

"I'm trying your patience?" Misaki asked, incredulous.

He ripped the delightfully fuzzy Suzuki off of his face, sitting up. Akihiko was actually getting out of bed, moving towards Misaki.

Oh God, what's he doing now?

It didn't take long before Usagi was kneeling over him, knees barely fitting on the cushions beside Misaki's hips. The heated, intent look Usagi was giving him was incredible, making him cock stiffen alarmingly. He quickly began to squirm into a sitting position, one knee lifted toward his chest in a desperate attempt to hide his arousal.

What was Usagi doing? Misaki hoped to God he wouldn't have to leave the shield of his duvet; it would be impossible to hide the intense attraction he'd been feeling since he set eyes on the cocky, sexy jerk.

"You asked earlier what was I writing about. Well, I think I'll just show you," Akihiko's voice was deep, so masculine, and the scent of cigarettes lingered on his breath. Somehow, it was a heady combination, and Misaki felt almost drunk with it. He was so hard now, he couldn't even think straight. The only thing his mind could focus on was the delicious man kneeling in front of him.

Misaki moaned softly, the sound almost dragging him back to his senses. He blushed in embarrassment, but it wasn't enough to break the spell. Unable to believe what he was doing, but equally unable to stop himself, Misaki leaned forward, lips only inches away from Akihiko's. The warmth of Usagi's breath on his face was strangely thrilling, and he found himself harder than he'd ever been. Silently, he begged the other man to move, to do something. Usagi shot him one last satisfied smirk, and then the other man's lips were pressed against his.

Misaki practically whimpered at the sensation. He was too intoxicated with Usagi, unable to hear the little voice that usually tried to talk him out of the things he wanted to do. It was so liberating. And then Akihiko's hot, wet tongue was slowly sliding into his mouth. Misaki was totally and utterly lost.

He wrapped his arms around Usagi's shoulders, cording the fingers of one hand in the other's thick hair with a deep moan. He gently pressed the tip of his tongue against Usagi's, the light, ever so soft contact making him shudder. Then Usagi was suddenly devouring his mouth, tongue exploring, pushing, dominating him.

Misaki lay back, pulling Usagi against him. He had never been this aroused. It was just a kiss, but it was feeding something in Misaki that he'd been trying to deny for so long. When he felt Usagi's body against his, weight pressing him into the cushions, stomach tight against his dick, Misaki almost lost it already.

If I'm going to be a sinner, Misaki thought, gasping for air as Usagi's lips parted from his, then I might as well enjoy it, make it last.

"God, you really need this, don't you?" Usagi panted, his voice amused. He had his face pressed against Misaki's throat, and Misaki could feel every puff of his breath light his skin on fire.

Misaki hoped he wasn't expected to answer. He wasn't sure he could do anything other than moan incoherently. Luckily, Usagi quickly began another round of hot, wet kisses.

Usagi's shifted, lifting his hands from the side of Misaki's head to slowly slide down his body. Misaki trembled at the sensation. Usagi's hands were so cold, but they were making him so hot. Those big hands found the waistband of his pyjamas, then simply caressed his sides as they made their way back to his chest.

Usagi pressed both thumbs against his nipples, playing with the small nubs. Misaki almost swallowed Usagi's tongue, so shocked at the intense pleasure that little action had sparked.

Usagi pulled his lips away once more, humming as though he were very pleased about something. Then that delicious, wet tongue was wrapped around one of his nipples, and Misaki moaned urgently. He wasn't going to last long. The cold of Usagi's fingers on one nipple contrasted beautifully with the heat of his mouth on the other. Misaki felt his back arch, almost against his will.

Usagi finally drew back, knowing he was close. Those cold hands skated smoothly down his stomach, tugging at the waistband of his bottoms once again. Misaki couldn't stop shuddering, whimpering as Usagi slowly pulled both his pyjamas and his underwear down, exposing his throbbing erection.

Misaki had never been so exposed. A sort of pleasurable shame spread through him, making pre-come leak copiously from the tip of his engorged cock. Usagi eyed his bare body with hungry eyes, licking his lips appreciatively at the sight. Then he slowly gripped the base of Misaki's dick, giving it a slow, leisurely stroke.

"Oh my God!" Misaki moaned, hands moving to cover his eyes from the obscene sight of his cock disappearing into Usagi's fist. He'd never even known pleasure like this could exist.

Usagi began to pump a little harder, Misaki's pre-come slicking his hand and making the friction that much silkier. Misaki whimpered again, unable to help himself. Suddenly his hands were being pried from his face with Usagi's free hand, forcing him to watch as the man made him feel so good. It was too much.

Akihiko leaned forward over Misaki once more, never stopping that delicious stroking. Misaki leaned up the last inch, forcing his lips against Usagi's, so happy when the man finally began plundering his mouth in earnest. The way Akihiko had leaned forced the head of Misaki's prick to rub against his flat, toned stomach with every movement.

Shit. This was it. Everything was so fucking good, so overwhelming. Misaki couldn't fight the wonderful sensations anymore. Heat coursed through him, tears forming in his eyes as he groaned out his pleasure into the heat of Usagi's mouth.

It was like he was floating, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Misaki didn't want it to ever end.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Usagi had shifted down a bit, kneeling on the end of Misaki's makeshift bed. It was a good thing that Misaki's body seemed to be made of jelly, or the way Usagi was eating his release off his hand, eyes scanning Misaki as he did so, would have had Misaki rock hard again. With things as they were, Misaki simply lay there, way too sated to even think, let alone react.

"Delicious," Usagi said, voice husky as he licked the last of Misaki's come from his fingers.

Finally Misaki seemed to come back to himself a little, enough to be shocked at how he'd acted, the things he'd done.

"God, I can't believe we did that," he muttered, voice a little rough.

"You loved it," Akihiko answered, sounding self-satisfied as usual.

"Yeah, maybe," Misaki responded half heartedly, receiving a knowing smirk from his roommate. He felt uncomfortable and self-conscious, but he didn't actually feel very guilty at all. In fact, he felt pretty damn good. Maybe it was just the post orgasm glow. Or maybe it had just been amazing.

"Now, it's my turn," Akihiko said silkily, hands sliding to Misaki's body again.

"What?!" Misaki asked, panicked. He realised that his dick was still hanging out, and hurriedly tucked it back in.

"Listen, what you did for me… it was, umm, really good," Misaki stuttered, crimson with embarrassment. "But- but I don't think I can… I mean…"

"Heh. It's alright, Misaki. I don't expect a virgin to put out on the first night," Usagi said with a wink. He got up, sliding under his own covers once more.

"How do you even know that I am a virgin?" Misaki asked uneasily.

"The way you were wriggling and moaning over a little hand job told me everything," Usagi chuckled.

It was a good thing that he couldn't possibly blush any deeper, Misaki mused. Despite his mortification, he could already feel himself getting tired. It was a strange feeling, so close on the heels of his passion.

"I will expect you to make me breakfast tomorrow morning, though," Usagi said, snuffing the lantern at last.

"Okay," Misaki mumbled. His last thought before falling asleep was that, despite the embarrassment, despite his misgivings, he very much wanted to do this again.

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