Later that day, Usagi finally came out of his cave to greet Misaki. It was Sunday, so the boy was home; at that moment sitting on the couch and scowling back at him. "You've got a lot of nerve..." he growled.
Usagi held his hands up in an innocent gesture. "I couldn't help it. It was Aikawa's idea."
"Well, you should have stopped her! And you were the one taking the picture! You're just as guilty, if you ask me! And speaking of that, what horrible things are you planning to do with it? You'd better not make it the cover for your next smut novel!" He clapped a hand over his mouth as Usagi's face lit up. "Oh shit, I just gave you an idea, didn't I?"
Usagi laughed lightly. "I'm just playing around." He stepped closer to Misaki, sitting down on the couch with him and stroking his hair soothingly. "It's for my own personal enjoyment," he assured him.
"Really?" Misaki asked doubtfully.
"Oh, and I might get it blown up, framed, and matted, then hang it there." He gestured over the mantle, and Misaki blanched.
"You wouldn't..." he said, his voice shaking.
"And of course I have to give Aikawa a copy...she helped make it happen, after all."
"What?" Misaki screeched. "Helped make it happen? I thought it was totally her idea! You're lying, aren't you? I'm going to kill you!" He jumped up to attack Usagi, but was deftly pulled into a kiss instead. He struggled in vain against Usagi's arms for a minute, then gave in with a little moan. "You're terrible," he breathed, his eyes half lidded, as they came out of the kiss. "Trying to fix everything with that."
"But it works, doesn't it?" Usagi asked him, a little gleam in his eye. Misaki rolled his eyes. "Listen, I'll make it up to you. I'll make you lunch."
"I'd rather you just delete the picture," Misaki said honestly, and Usagi just laughed and kissed him.
"Not going to happen. That's my new treasure. So what would you like to eat?"
"I don't know...wait a minute, you can't even cook. This isn't a good idea..."
"Nonsense," Usagi said, rolling up his sleeves and striding into the kitchen. "I'll make you something so good, you'll be wanting to thank me in bed."
"What, oysters?" Misaki mumbled.
Usagi laughed heartily. "I'll just surprise you," he said, and set to work. Misaki watched him suspiciously.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to make fried rice?" Misaki asked, looking doubtful. "No, no, no; don't add eggplant. Don't! That's nasty!" Usagi just smirked and kept working as Misaki hopped around in agitation. "Hold on, that's not soy sauce, it's balsamic vinegar! Just stop! Get out of the kitchen!" Misaki exclaimed, and forcibly pushed his boyfriend away from the counter.
"I think it was smelling rather lovely," Usagi pouted, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.
"It smells like dirty feet," Misaki declared. "Your sense of smell is stunted by your smoking."
"Hmph." Usagi folded his arms. "I can smell just fine." He set his cigarette in an ashtray and came up behind Misaki, embracing him. "You smell like apricot scented shampoo," he said, his nose buried in Misaki's hair.
"Well, that's correct," Misaki begrudgingly admitted.
"Let's go out," Usagi said, still nuzzling the younger man. "We'll eat lunch somewhere and then do something fun."
Misaki perked up. "Like going to the arcade?"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
"Yeah!" So it was settled, and they were soon in the car, driving. They ended up eating at family style restaurant. "God, Usagi, you are so embarrassing," Misaki grumbled, slumping down in the seat a little.
"Nonsense," Usagi said, scribbling on the kids placemat with a green crayon. "I'm doing totally normal family stuff. Could I please have that in the Super Bear cup?" he asked the waitress, who had been setting down his beverage in a regular glass. She looked confused but nodded, going to fulfill his request.
"Drinking out of a kid's cup is not normal for a grown man," Misaki hissed.
Usagi shrugged. "No, but I want to do it. So it's all right." He triumphantly accepted said cup from the waitress, then took a long drink out of the curly straw.
"You're impossible," Misaki muttered. "I'll have a hamburger," he told the waitress.
"I'll have the Super Bear burger, and then I want the Super Bear sundae for dessert," Usagi said. "And I want the staff to come out and sing when you bring it to me." Misaki looked about ready to die of embarrassment, but Usagi just grinned up at the perplexed woman. "Today is my birthday."
"No, it's n-" Misaki began, but stopped short with a sharp glance from Usagi. The man always got what he wanted, and after they ate their hamburgers, a large sundae was brought out by the entire staff, who sang the Super Bear birthday song while clapping. Usagi ate the ridiculously decorated dessert while wearing a garish crown and a huge grin. "Seriously?" Misaki muttered.
"Help me eat this," Usagi said, pushing the dish to the middle of the table.
"I don't want to eat it," Misaki grumbled. "It looks stupid." He eyed the sparklers sizzling off each side of the mound of ice cream. "And dangerous."
"Eat," Usagi commanded in his most no nonsense tone, and Misaki scrambled to pick up a spoon, helping his boyfriend finish the dessert.
Later, at the arcade, Misaki and Usagi played a racing game against each other for quite some time, then Misaki moved over the UFO catchers as Usagi played an old school pinball game. He got caught up in it for a while, and finally went looking for Misaki, who was concentrating rather intently on winning something out of a UFO catcher. "Come on, let's play something together," Usagi said.
"I've...almost got it...argh! Fuck!" Misaki shouted angrily, as the claw came up empty.
"Just forget it," Usagi told him. "I'll buy you whatever it is that you want."
"But I want to win it," Misaki insisted, putting more coins in to play again. Usagi just grunted and went outside to smoke. When he stepped back inside a few minutes later, he heard the unmistakable sound of Misaki's voice rejoicing. He walked back over to the UFO catchers, and Misaki turned to him happily. "I did it!" he said excitedly, and Usagi eyed the small teddy bear plushie in his hands.
"_That's_ what you were stressing out over? You don't even like teddy bears," Usagi commented.
Misaki blushed. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled, and then stepped forward, thrusting the prize into Usagi's hands. "It's for you," he said very quietly. Usagi said nothing, turning the small bear over in his hands. Misaki, propelled by embarrassment, rambled on. "I know it's stupid and cheap looking, but it kind of looks like a Suzuki teddy bear, and I don't know, I just wanted to win it for you, and...whoa!" He was surprised as Usagi pulled him towards the exit. "Where are we going?"
"Home," Usagi grunted.
"What? I want to play more," Misaki protested, stumbling into the car.
"I want to play too," Usagi said smoothly, getting into the driver's seat and starting the engine. "Oh God, Misaki, I need to make love to you."
Misaki turned red all the way up to his scalp. "W-w-what? Why?" he stammered.
"That was so incredibly sweet of you," Usagi said as he navigated his way through the streets. He was still clutching the small bear in his hand even as he gripped the steering wheel.
"It's just a dumb toy," Misaki muttered. Usagi just smiled and continued to drive. When they got back home, Usagi dragged a sputtering Misaki to his bedroom, where he pushed the boy down on the bed and began undressing him. "Usagi-san!" Misaki cried, as Usagi teased one of his tender nipples with his teeth.
"Hmmm?" Usagi laved his tongue out, wetting the hardened little nub. "You like that?"
"Mmm..." Misaki moaned by way of an answer. He squirmed underneath his lover. "T-touch me...please...it feels like it's going to explode..." Usagi smiled wickedly at the boy's begging, and deftly unfastened his pants, tugged them down and wrapped the quivering member in his large hand. "Oh, yes! Usagi-san!" Misaki cried happily.
"Is this what you want? You want to come in my hand?" Usagi asked, sucking at the boy's earlobe. "Or do you want...to come in my mouth?" he whispered in his ear, making Misaki shudder forcefully.
"Nnn! Ohhh...in your mouth," Misaki breathed. Usagi smirked, lowering himself down the boy's body, planting a trail of kisses across his torso as he went. He paused to roll his tongue around inside of Misaki's navel, and Misaki stiffly lifted his hips off the bed. "God! Usagi-san! Please!" he begged, his voice high and desperate.
Usagi smiled, then continued downward, where he took the tip of Misaki's weeping erection into his mouth. He hummed happily at the sweet taste there, and sucked energetically. Misaki writhed furiously, mussing up the sheets below himself. "Ah! It's...I'm already...oh!" He sang out with pleasure, his body shaking violently, as he spilled his essence into Usagi's mouth.
Usagi sucked and licked at him for a few moments longer to get every precious little drop, then reared up on his knees, swiftly disrobing himself. "And now..." he said, his voice husky with need, "I'm going to make love to you."
Misaki breathed heavily, turning his flushed face to the side as he bent his knees and spread his legs for Usagi, who murmured approvingly. "Oh, I love when you're eager for it..." he whispered, stroking at his aching cock. After lubricating his length, he moved down over the boy. Much to his surprise, Misaki reached out and took hold of his lover's cock, guiding it into the right spot himself. Usagi smirked, caressing one of Misaki's slim thighs as the boy helped him penetrate. "You really want this, don't you?" he murmured, running his thumb over Misaki's already rehardening member.
"I...oh..." Misaki moaned, closing his eyes tightly as the head of Usagi's cock breached him. "Mmm!" he cried out, biting his lip.
"There, there," Usagi cooed. "Let's go slow. We're in no hurry." Misaki let out a ragged exhale, and Usagi inched himself in cautiously. "Does it feel good?"
"Oh yes..." Misaki whispered. His face and chest were flushed with arousal, and his eyes glimmered up at Usagi in the semi-dark room. When Usagi finally managed to bury himself entirely inside of the boy's tight embrace, Misaki's member was already completely hard again, jutting up insistently from his body.
"Do you already need more?" Usagi murmured. Misaki whimpered quietly, his eyes closed and his face contorted in pleasure. "Misaki...open your eyes and look at me." Misaki slowly fluttered his big green eyes open, and gazed into Usagi's face. "Look down," Usagi urged him. "Look at us."
Misaki did so hesitantly, then shut his eyes again as he beheld the explicit sight. "No, I want you to watch," Usagi insisted. Misaki slowly opened his eyes once more, watching the movements of their bodies as Usagi thrust into him. "Oh, yes..." Usagi murmured, taking Misaki in hand and stroking him in time with his thrusts. "Isn't it beautiful? We fit together so perfectly."
Misaki moaned in rapture, his breathing speeding up as Usagi began to work him faster. "That's it..." Usagi groaned. "I want to feel you come from the inside...I want you to pull it out of me." Misaki gave an anguished cry, wriggling desperately under his lover, then his release shot out quickly, spurting across his stomach. Usagi grunted with pleasure at the delicious rhythmic squeezing that suddenly enveloped his hardness, and he exploded with ecstasy as it made him climax deep inside of the boy.
He shuddered and let out a pleased sigh, then leaned down and kissed Misaki sweetly. "That was wonderful," he breathed, his lips fluttering on Misaki's blushing cheek as he spoke.
"Yeah..." Misaki whispered. They stayed together for a moment, then carefully pulled apart and cleaned up. Usagi went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came back, Misaki was out cold, sleeping peacefully in the mussed sheets. He rolled over, smiling slightly in his sleep. Usagi couldn't resist the opportunity, and quietly slipped out of the room to retrieve his camera. "Oh, this'll be a good one," he murmured as he snapped the picture.