At the university the next day, Misaki found that everyone's attitudes toward him had changed. In light of Usagi's threats, no one had the courage to tease him anymore, instead offering him weak smiles. He also found that he was suddenly popular with certain girls...girls who were fans of the great Lord Usami. They quickly drew him into their study group and social circle, and he was rather pleased by this turn of events. It wasn't that he wanted to be around women because he thought they were attractive; instead, it was because he felt more comfortable around them.
"Arg, I really am a fag now," he grumbled under his breath as he ate his lunch surrounded by giggling girls. Still, he was happy. The boisterous, macho guys that had been his study group before never made him feel comfortable in the least.
The cluster of girls was still surrounding him as he made his way to the car pick up area that afternoon. Usagi raised an eyebrow and stubbed out his cigarette as they approached. "My, my, looks like you have a fan club now," he laughed.
The girls all squealed and tittered as he spoke. Misaki gave a lopsided grin. "Uh, no, actually I think they're _your _fan club."
"Usami-sama, would you autograph my copy of The Deep Sea?" one chubby girl asked shyly.
"Certainly," Usagi responded suavely, taking the proffered book and signing the inside cover with a flourish.
"Oh my God, I can't believe you asked him to do that, Sachiko!" another girl whispered, and the gaggle of girls bid Misaki farewell as they reluctantly parted ways with him.
In the car on the way home, Usagi smiled at his passenger. "I'm really pleased that you've got new friends," he said.
"Yeah right," Misaki mumbled. "You're just happy because A: they're fans of yours and it boosts your ego; and B: they're girls and therefore not a threat to you like other guys are."
"That may be so," Usagi demurred. "But, I truly am happy that you're not being teased like you were yesterday." His brow furrowed suddenly. "No one bothered you today, right?" he asked sharply.
"Nope," Misaki responded, shaking his head. "Your threats really did the trick."
"Good," Usagi said. Back at the house, Misaki began to prepare dinner, but discovered that he was a few ingredients short.
"I'll have to run to the store," he said, removing his apron. "It won't take long." Much to his chagrin, Usagi leapt to his feet. "Oh, no. You're not going."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not. Don't you remember last time we went to the grocery store together? We nearly got kicked out because you kept trying to climb into the shopping cart! And what was with that, anyway? You're a grown man, you shouldn't be doing things like that!"
Usagi shrugged. "I did it because I felt like doing it. Simple as that."
"Augh...exactly. That's why you're not going."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Usagi hissed, suddenly upon Misaki. He took his lips in a savage kiss, and squeezed his hip firmly. "Don't forget who's in charge," he breathed in Misaki's ear.
"You're...not in charge...of me," Misaki protested in a weak voice.
"I most certainly am," Usagi purred, running the tip of his tongue around the edge of Misaki's ear. Misaki shuddered and clung to him. "Yes, point proven," Usagi said in a brisk voice, straightening up. "Now, let's go shopping!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together gleefully. Misaki groaned, but there was nothing he could do about it, and the two were soon at the local grocery store.
"I want this," Usagi said, holding up a box.
Misaki glanced at him, sighing in an irritated fashion. "That's matzo ball mix. You don't want that. And put out that cigarette!"
"No," Usagi said, putting down the box and picking up another. "This..." he said, tossing the box in the cart, "And this." He dropped a package of crackers in as well.
"I'm going to make you eat every damn one of those rye crackers," Misaki grumbled, gripping the handle of the cart in annoyance. "Let's go to the produce section," he said, steering his cart that way.
Misaki was sorting through the eggplants when he smelled the smoke get closer, and realized Usagi was right behind him. Something hard nudged him in the ass, and he about jumped a mile. "What the hell was that?" he screeched, spinning around. He looked down and groaned at the zucchini Usagi was holding up against himself in a very suggestive fashion, while grinning maniacally. "Will you put that away? You're going to get us in trouble..."
Usagi just stepped a few inches closer and nudged Misaki in the thigh with the vegetable. "Oh, I'll put it away. I know a nice, tight little place I can put it..."
"OH MY GOD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" Misaki screamed. His face was a deep shade of crimson as he stomped over to the cart and began wheeling it away rapidly.
"Hey, aren't you going to buy an eggplant?" Usagi asked, still holding the zucchini, his cigarette dangling off his lip. A housewife wheeled by, looking at him reproachfully. "What?" he asked, sounding nonchalant. He shrugged and turned to follow Misaki, tossing the desecrated vegetable in the woman's cart as he passed her, earning a yowl and a stream of high pitched complaints that he drowned out as he stalked his boyfriend towards the seafood section.
There, a still redfaced Misaki was ordering a pound of scallops. Usagi stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around his neck, planting a quick kiss on his ear. "Oh, see there, you like it. You're even buying me my favorite."
"I'm not doing it just for you," Misaki huffed. "I happen to like scallops as well." He awkwardly reached up, Usagi still hanging around his neck, to receive the paper wrapped seafood from the clerk.
Usagi addressed the red aproned man. "Say, is it true that oysters are an aphrodisiac?"
The man eyed them nervously. "I've always heard it was true."
"Three dozen oysters, please," Usagi said quickly.
"No! No oysters! Put them back!" Misaki shouted at the man, whose hand hovered inside the display case, unsure of who to listen to. "You don't need any aphrodisiac!" he hissed to Usagi.
Usagi just grinned, squeezing him round the shoulders a little tighter. "He's right. I don't need three dozen oysters." Misaki let out a relieved sigh. "I need _four _dozen oysters."
"No! No! You'll kill me!" He looked pleadingly at the seafood clerk. "Please, don't give him any oysters. I - oh!" he cried out sharply, cutting off as Usagi pulled off his shoulders and popped him on the ass.
"Remember, I'm in charge," he said smugly, and watched as the confused clerk quickly piled oysters into a bag. "Thank you," he said cheerfully, taking the bag from the overwhelmed man, who retreated to the back and sat down as the two lovers walked away.
"You're so embarrassing..." Misaki bemoaned.
"I'm not _trying _to embarrass you," Usagi protested. "Just having a little fun. If you'd go with it instead of resisting, you could have fun too."
"Maybe I don't want to have fun at the grocery store," Misaki grumbled.
"Then where do you want to have fun?" Misaki was silent, so Usagi goaded him into speech. "In my bed?"
"M-m-maybe," Misaki stuttered, turning red anew. Usagi was pleased by this admission, and grinned happily.
"Well, then, if we're eating oysters tonight, I have one more purchase to make." He took charge of the cart and steered towards the health and beauty section, where Misaki looked ready to bolt as they wheeled up to the so called "Family Planning" aisle. Usagi plucked a bottle of lubricant off of the shelf. "Ah, we'll be needing this."
"No we won't!" Misaki protested. "We already have some at home. You're just buying that to make a scene!" Usagi said nothing, just grinned and picked up another bottle, dropping it into the cart as well. "Stop that!" Usagi grinned wider, sweeping his arm across the shelf and knocking at least a dozen bottles into the cart. "Are you crazy?" Misaki screeched.
"Yes, crazy for you," Usagi whispered, grabbing him suddenly for a kiss. Misaki flailed and pounded at his chest with his fists, but quickly succumbed to the pleasurable feeling of his lover's lips. He let out a soft sigh as Usagi pulled out of the kiss, and then recovered himself with an annoyed cough.
"Let's just go," he said, jerking the cart towards the check out.
"That eager to get home and open all these?" Usagi teased.
"Argh! You!" Misaki growled, rolling faster. He reached a lane, where he began unloading things onto the conveyor belt. He left the bottles of lubricant in the cart, and Usagi clucked his tongue at him, squeezing past to get ahead and start taking them out. "No!" Misaki shouted, throwing them back in the cart.
"Yes!" Usagi shouted back, mimicking his voice, as he grabbed handfuls of bottles and threw them on the belt. The female cashier watched in wide eyed interest, and Usagi turned to her with a smile. "He's just being feisty, you know. We're having oysters for dinner, and I know he'll be begging for it all night long, so I'm trying to be prepared." He winked at her.
Misaki looked like his head was going to explode. "Y-y-y-you JERK!" He tried to snatch the bottles to put them back in the cart, but Usagi grabbed his wrist.
"Oh, so naughty. But you know that Usagi-sensei likes it when his little student is naughty."
"You piss me off!" Misaki screamed.
"So adorable," Usagi cooed, stroking the side of Misaki's red face. "How much was that total?" he asked the cashier, then quickly paid in cash.
They walked out of the store with their bags in hand and every single person watching them go. "...and that's why I don't take you grocery shopping," Misaki mumbled.
"But that was so fun!" Usagi laughed. "We'll have to go again tomorrow."
"T-tomorrow? No!" Misaki protested, and Usagi just rolled his eyes and continued laughing.
At home, Misaki scrubbed the oysters in the sink, and then shucked them all open to serve them raw on the half shell. Usagi smiled approvingly at the platter of oysters Misaki set before him. "Oh, we'll be fucking alllll night long," he said, grinning devilishly.
"Hmph," Misaki huffed, turning to get a bowl of steamed spinach to serve along with it. Usagi put a small dab of horseradish on an oyster, and then slurped it down. "How do you even eat those nasty things?" Misaki queried him, looking disgusted.
"Nasty? They're delicious. Just like swallowing a mouthful of your come."
"Gross! Ew!" Misaki made a sour face.
"Aren't you going to at least try one? You can't eat just spinach for dinner."
"But they look so nasty," Misaki whined.
"Oh, you wimp. Just swallow it really quick. Here." He scooted closer to Misaki, tilting a shell up against his lips. "Just let it slide right in and...there you go!" He laughed as Misaki's eyes teared up. "What, that bad?"
"The horseradish!" Misaki coughed after he swallowed.
"Well, did you like it?"
"It was all right," Misaki conceded. "Not as bad as I expected."
"See, just like come."
"Would you quit comparing it to eating bodily fluids! That's not helping!" He scowled at Usagi, but ate another oyster without prompting or assistance. Soon, they had finished the whole platter, and Misaki began washing up the dishes.
Usagi crept up behind him, startling him with a kiss to the neck. "Mmm...I can already feel them working, can you?"
"No," Misaki lied. He was standing very close to the sink to hide the erection that was poking his apron up. Unfortunately, nothing could be hidden from Usagi-san, who slid a hand down Misaki's flat stomach and then caressed his aching hardness.
"Seems like they're working," he said in a pleased voice.
"Unh..." Misaki groaned. He let a plate slip from his soapy fingers back into the dishpan as his eyelids fluttered closed. Usagi kissed his neck sensually as he undid the boy's pants, getting his hand inside to touch directly on the hot flesh. "U-Usagi-san..." Misaki whimpered. "Oh, God..." He let out a ragged sigh as Usagi stroked him masterfully.
"Mmm...let's take this to the bedroom," Usagi growled lustfully, and took Misaki's hand. Soon, they were on Usagi's bed, ripping each other's clothes off. Much to Usagi's surprise, Misaki rolled his way on top of Usagi and straddled him, leaning down and kissing him hungrily as he rubbed himself against Usagi's swollen erection. "You really want me, don't you?" Usagi murmured in something akin to shock.
"Yes...oh...I..." Misaki gasped desperately, kissing at Usagi's broad chest. Usagi managed to wriggle and stretch far enough to grab the lube from the bedside table, then he made his aching manhood wet. He took Misaki's hips in his hands, guiding him down. Misaki whimpered and centered himself on the tip, then eased it inside of himself with an anguished moan.
Usagi panted heavily as he watched their bodies become joined. "Oh...Misaki...you're so lovely..." he groaned, gritting his teeth as the boy managed to take more of him in.
"Usa..gi-san..." Misaki murmured brokenly. He then had the man all the way inside, and he made soft, needy noises as he rocked against him, laying his hands on Usagi's stomach. Usagi reached forward with a smirk, taking Misaki in hand and stroking him evenly. "Usagi-san!" Misaki cried out. "Oh God, yes...like that...faster...mmm...mmm..." Misaki's breathing sped up to a frenetic pace, and Usagi could tell by the way he was clenching his muscles that his climax was imminent.
"Yes, that's right, my little lovely one...I want you to come all over me.." Usagi coaxed him, and with that Misaki gave a glorious cry as he exploded. There seemed to be extra pressure behind the come as it burst out, landing across Usagi's chest and throat. "Ohhhh...God yes..." Usagi groaned, thrusting his hips upward into the trembling boy. He was unbearably hot and tight inside, and Usagi, spurred on by Misaki's beautiful finish, rapidly hurtled towards his own. With several low grunts and a sharp cry, he was there, releasing inside of him.
Afterwards, they held each other, tangled up in the sheets. "You were very passionate tonight," Usagi whispered into Misaki's hair.
Misaki blushed at the memory. "Well, it's not my fault. I blame those damned oysters."
Usagi yawned. "Oh, that? That's an old wives tale. They're no more an aphrodisiac than scallops or whitefish."
"What!" Misaki exclaimed. "Th-th-that's entrapment, to make me believe something like that for your own filthy gain!"
"Oh, shut up." Usagi kissed him lovingly on the nose. "You enjoyed yourself." Misaki was silent as he pouted in response. "Misaki..." Usagi breathed, his voice suddenly full of emotion as he smoothed the hair out of the boy's eyes. "Misaki, I love you."
Misaki reddened deeply. "What? Oh...I..." he flailed around, too overcome to speak.
Usagi kissed his lips tenderly. "You don't have to say it back. I just wanted to tell you how I felt." He held Misaki a little tighter against himself.
"I...I love you too," Misaki said very quietly, his voice muffled by Usagi's chest.
"Oh, Misaki," Usagi sighed, breathing in the scent of his hair deeply. They soon drifted off to sleep together.
Misaki slowly came awake the next morning, vaguely aware of voices in the room. Giggling voices.
"One more, right there. Ah, that's good. Take the picture now!"
"Wait, I just want to turn this one...yeah, okay." Then he heard the high pitched flash of a digital camera, and his eyes flew open. He realized he was laying facedown, presumably in Usagi-san's bed, judging by the black satin sheets his face was pressed into. He could feel...things all over his back...furry things. He could also feel that he was naked, and then he felt the presence of someone else in the room and wriggled madly, making the things on his back fall off. He couldn't think of how to get up and cover himself without turning around in the bed and potentially exposing more, so he just rose up on his forearms and turned back slightly, blinking in the semi darkness at two shadowy figures behind him.
"Uh oh, he's awake," said a female voice he immediately recognized as that of Aikawa, Usagi-san's editor. "I'm out of here." And with that, the smaller shadowy figure fled from the room.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?" Misaki fumed at the taller figure, which he assumed was Usagi-san.
"Oh, just having a little fun," Usagi said breezily, slipping the camera into his pocket.
"Were you taking pictures of me naked? You creep! Give me that camera! Erase that shit!" Misaki leapt up, and Usagi took the camera out of his pocket, ostensibly to hand it over. But instead, he quickly turned it on and snapped another picture, this time of Misaki's totally bare front. "Augh! I can't believe you!" Misaki proceeded to chase Usagi around the apartment, lunging futilely at him.
Usagi made it to his office, where he locked the door and sat down at his desk smugly, ignoring the angry pounding on the door by Misaki. He flipped the camera on, and smiled at the rather blurry picture of a nude Misaki lunging at him. He pressed the back button, and stifled a laugh at the picture there - Misaki out cold on his bed, stuffed animals surrounding him in a ring as if watching him, some smaller ones on his back, and one with its little button nose pressed right in the crack of his ass. It had been Aikawa's idea, but it had turned out rather lovely. It would look great framed over the mantle...
"Let me in, you jerk!" Misaki's voice screeched from the other side of the door. Usagi just chuckled and flipped his computer on, ready to write a new boy's love novel.
"This one will be about love in a grocery store...sexy, naive young bag boy gets seduced by the handsome seafood manager," he hummed to himself. "It'll be another best seller, I can feel it."