The next morning, Usagi had already driven Takahiro and Manami to the train station, then returned to resume work on his latest boys love novel. Misaki had departed for school, but it was his shortest day, as he only had Econ 101 and literature, so he returned shortly after lunch. "Did you eat that stirfry I left for you?" he asked Usagi.
"Uh huh," Usagi replied, typing away industriously.
"Whatcha writing?"
"_The Challenge," Usagi said. "The story of a naive young boy who challenges his teacher to Strip Scrabble, and then-"
"I don't want to hear any more!" Misaki shouted, cutting him off. Usagi just smirked, and then made a confused face, looking down at the floor below the desk. "What's wrong?"
"I think something came unhooked...ugh, I can't fit down there to check it..."
"Let me see..." Misaki groaned, and crawled under the desk as Usagi rolled back in his chair. "I don't see anything..." Misaki began, and then yelped as he turned around to exit. Usagi had pulled his chair back in, and also exposed a rather large erection.
"Well, while you're down there, can you take care of this for me?" he asked.
"Jerk!" Misaki yelled. "Let me out of here!"
"Please," Usagi pleaded, and Misaki groaned.
"Fine..." he mumbled, and then placed his hands on Usagi's thighs, jutting his head up between and licking at the tip.
"Unnnh..." Usagi moaned. "Oh, God, Misaki...it feels so good." Misaki made a pleased noise, and then took the head in his mouth. He sucked at it steadily as Usagi melted back into the chair and groaned in ecstasy. "Misaki...you're getting so good at this..."
"Mmm..." Misaki moaned, his voice muffled. In truth, doing this for Usagi was turning him on. He fumbled with his zipper, finally getting it down and pulling out his swollen manhood. He stroked it evenly as he serviced Usagi.
"Are you playing with yourself, Misaki? Oh God..." Usagi groaned, jutting his hips upwards.
"Hello! Good afternoon!" a voice suddenly shouted as it barreled through the door. Misaki froze, both pausing his ministrations on Usagi as well as himself. "We're here to pick you up for the party!"
"Go away, Isaka," Usagi grunted. "I'm a little busy right now." He patted Misaki's head for emphasis.
"Not a chance! You've got an important get together to attend! Everyone is waiting for you. Remember?"
"I can't remember anything right now except for a pair of lovely young lips wrapped around my cock," Usagi grunted. Misaki peeled his mouth off and protested.
"Just let me out of here! This is embarrassing!"
"Augh...fine. But you'll owe me later," Usagi promised. He tucked himself away and rolled his chair back, revealing a flustered Misaki trying to hide his own exposed body.
"Get packed!" Aikawa said, pointing a finger with a happy smile on her face. "You're going to be staying at the prestigious Teito Hotel!"
"R-really?" Misaki stuttered. He had managed to cover himself up and was now contemplating the luxury stay. "Is that the place with lion heads in the bathroom?"
Aikawa's face wavered. "No...that must be something else you're thinking of. But it's a five star hotel! Room service! Professional masseuses! Total luxury!"
"But no lion heads...?" Misaki mumbled.
"Forget the damn lion heads!" Aikawa roared. "You're going and that's that!"
"Um, okay." Misaki looked a little afraid of the raging editor.
"You'll be riding with us right now in the car," Aikawa said, addressing Usagi. "Misaki, I'm sorry you can't come right now, but the car is full of industry execs. Pack some stuff for the two of you and then take the train, okay?" Misaki agreed, and two hours later he was waiting in line at the station.
"What's this guy's problem?" Misaki wondered, staring at the broad black suited back of a tall dark haired man who was currently blocking his use of the ticket machine. "Excuse me, but do you need help?" he asked, half expecting to be cursed out.
"Actually, I do," the man said. Something in his deep tone of voice sounded familiar to Misaki, but he couldn't place it at the moment. "There are so many buttons..." the stranger lamented.
"Where are you going?"
"Teito Hotel."
Misaki brightened up. "Ah, I'm going there too. Here, it's this one. 160 yen." He assisted the man in buying his fare, and then bought the same ticket.
"Ah, so you're going there as well?"
"Uh huh," Misaki said, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive. There was something...predatory about the man that made him feel ill at ease around him. He turned and headed for the correct line, the tall stranger right at his heels. They boarded the train together, and much to Misaki's chagrin, the man sat down right next to him. "Don't ride trains much, huh?" Misaki asked, flailing for something to say.
"No. My chauffeur usually picks me up. But I thought I'd try something different today." There was a long pause. "My horoscope suggested it."
"Ah," Misaki said. There was another long period of silence. "So, what are you going to the Teito Hotel for?"
"Business," the man replied smoothly. Another long pause. "And you?"
"My boy-...ah, I mean, my, uh..._roommate, is accepting an award there, or something." As Misaki spoke, his eyes scanned the train walls. "Ah, right there. That's it! I can't believe it!" He pointed up to a poster advertising Usagi's recent nomination. "Usami Akihiko."
The stranger inhaled sharply. "Huh. That hack."
Misaki's mind raced, wondering why this guy was so against Usagi right off the bat. "Uh...have you read any of his books?"
"Not worth my time," the man said crisply.
Misaki seethed inside. How dare this guy criticize Usagi when he hadn't even read his work? It was just annoying! However, he didn't know the man well enough to call him out on it, so he said nothing. A long stretch of silence followed, and mercifully, their stop was next. "Well, goodbye," Misaki said, but much to his irritation, the man stayed right on his heels as he walked towards the hotel. It couldn't be helped, he reasoned with himself, as they were headed to the same place. Though he couldn't wait until they parted ways, as the guy was beginning to make his skin crawl.
But destiny seemed to not be on Misaki's side as he made his way inside. He flipped open his cell phone, in an attempt to reach Usagi and find out exactly where he was headed as well as to distract himself from the creepy bespectacled man following his every move. "Hey! Usagi?" Misaki asked, when he heard Usagi's voice grunt on the other end. "What floor is our room on? I'm here now, in the lobby."
"Ah, that's good, because..." The elevator Misaki had been walking past chimed at that instant, and it opened to reveal Usagi and Isaka. "There's my little darling," Usagi said, closing his phone, as he smiled at Misaki.
Misaki blushed and stopped walking abruptly, nearly causing his stalker to collide into his back. "H-hey..." he said, smiling at Usagi, but he was perplexed as Usagi's face darkened into a scowl.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped angrily.
"Me? I came because..." Misaki began, his voice faltering, but the stranger behind him spoke up.
"Ah, Akihiko. It's been a long time. Nice to see you, too," he said sarcastically, his voice icy.
"Eh? So you must have gotten the invitation," Isaka said to the man.
"Invitation? To what? Oh, this nonsense parade for Akihiko's worthless drivel I've heard about. Oh no, I'm here for a business conference. Total coincidence." He sneered. "I wouldn't turn up for one of your idiotic celebrations if it was the last thing to do on earth."
Usagi just snorted. "Whatever. I don't need your approval."
"Good, because I'll never give it to you," the stranger snapped. Misaki stared back and forth between the two, perplexed, and suddenly realized the reason for the familiarity he had felt when he met the stranger in glasses. He had the same deep throated voice as Usagi, and their jawlines and eyes were identical. What was the connection?
"Hold up, it's not right for two brothers to fight in a hotel lobby like this," Isaka cautioned.
"Brothers?!" Misaki screeched. "What the hell? So this is...Usagi-ani?" he said, making up a nickname for Usagi's yet unnamed older brother.
"Tch," Usagi scoffed. "_Allegedly _he's my brother."
Usagi-ani's eyes narrowed and he gave Usagi a venomous stare. "You can deny reality all you want, Akihiko, but it'll still be there anyway. You're pathetic, you know that? You live in your own ridiculous fantasy world, while the rest of us have to suffer. Do you know how much I have to carry your dead weight for the Usami family company?"
"I don't care," Usagi grunted. "Don't do it if you don't want to."
"It's not a choice of that! It has to be done by someone, and since you're too selfish to do your part, I must do it for both of us! You're truly sickening. A worthless excuse for a human being. And furthermore..."
"Just shut up!" Misaki suddenly shouted. He had been watching his lover get abused for too long. "Don't try to blame Usagi-san for anything! He doesn't owe you a thing! He's a really good person! And the books he writes are good, although _you _wouldn't know that because you've never read them! And you have NO idea how hard he works! Sometimes he doesn't sleep for days! And then when he finally does sleep...well, you're not the one who has to wake up next to that! So don't come in here thinking that you know a thing about what his life is like! Because you don't! You big fucking moron!" Misaki grabbed a startled Usagi by the wrist and pulled him onto the elevator. "Come on! We're leaving! I'm not staying so that you can be insulted by this MORON who doesn't even know how to buy a train ticket. MORON!" He shouted one last time, and the doors closed.
Misaki slumped back against the cool metal wall of the elevator car, as Usagi composed himself and began to chuckle. "My, my, that was really something. You were standing up for my honor there. How romantic."
Misaki slapped his hand over his face. "I can't believe I said all that. It just came out. I don't know what possessed me..."
"Love." The word echoed in the elevator. "It's because you love me."
"Y-yeah...I guess that is why..." Misaki said.
"Oh...Misaki...I can't wait to get you back to our suite and make love to you..." Usagi breathed, taking the boy into his arms.
"Mmm..." Misaki moaned softly, melting into his lover's embrace. The elevator chimed as it arrived on the top floor, and the two untangled themselves so that they could step off. Misaki blushingly took Usagi's hand, and with a smile, Usagi led them to their room, opening the door with a swipe of the keycard. He pushed it open, and they tumbled inside, kissing frantically as they made their way towards the bed.
"Misaki...we have to finish what we started this morning," Usagi breathed into the boy's ear.
"Yeah," Misaki responded, dropping to his knees and unfastening Usagi's pants.
"Oh God..." Usagi groaned, as Misaki pulled his aching erection out and began to lick it eagerly. "Yes, that's it. Just like that. Now suck me...mmm...you're wonderful." He fell backwards onto the bed, and Misaki followed him, continuing his clumsy but eager lingual actions. "Misaki...I want to be inside of you..."
"Mmm..." Misaki broke away to grab at the bag he had dropped when they entered, and he fished out the bottle of lube that he packed.
"Oooh, you planned for this. You naughty thing," Usagi teased, and Misaki only blushed slightly.
"Shut up," Misaki whispered, no trace of malice in his voice. He slicked down Usagi's length, and then inserted his own slippery fingers inside of himself.
"Oh God, Misaki, I want to watch," Usagi groaned, and Misaki turned his body so that Usagi could see him prepare himself. "Oh, fuck, that's sexy..." Usagi whispered, watching Misaki slide his slim fingers in and out, lube dripping down onto the bed.
"Mmmph...Usagi...I'm ready...'' Misaki whimpered, his face pressed into the comforter. He withdrew his fingers and waited for Usagi to penetrate him.
"Oh yes," Usagi moaned, and positioned himself behind the trembling boy. He nudged the head of his cock against Misaki's relaxed yet still deliciously tight hole, and then he eased himself inside. "Oh, Misaki, you're so perfect," he breathed, pushing in further.
"Oh, God, Usagi!" Misaki cried, his voice slightly muffled by the bed. "Do it harder!"
"Mmm...you want it harder? I'll give it to you harder," Usagi promised, and with that he began to thrust. Misaki screamed with pleasure, his fully erect manhood bouncing with each thrust. "You like that, don't you? Mmm...I can feel you clenching on me. You're already that close, aren't you?"
"Oh...oh God..." Misaki whimpered, answering the question indirectly. "I can't...it's...ahhhh!" He tensed up as a thick jet of release shot out of his erection, splattering onto the bed below. His body went limp in the aftermath, and Usagi took the opportunity to ride him hard.
"Oh, you beautiful little thing...mmm...I'm going to come so deep inside of you..." He held tightly onto Misaki's hips as he thrust wildly, then gave a loud cry as he found his glorious finish.
The two snuggled under the covers of the massive bed afterwards. "That was wonderful," Usagi whispered, trailing his fingertip over Misaki's bottom lip.
"Yeah..." Misaki breathed back shyly, drawing himself even closer to Usagi.
"I've ordered some new suits for you to choose from for the party tomorrow," Usagi told him. "I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? Of course I don't mind..." Misaki whispered. "But you didn't have to do that..."
"I wanted to," Usagi assured him. "Tomorrow, you're my guest of honor. Stay close to me all night. Please promise me you will."
"I will..." Misaki whispered, and then closed his eyes, falling asleep with his body pressed against his lover's.
The next morning, they were woken abruptly by the doorbell to the suite chiming. "What the hell?" Usagi groaned, throwing on the complimentary bathrobe. He went to answer the door, and came back to the room a few moments later. "Ah, it's just another congratulatory bouquet," he said dismissively, setting it down on the nightstand.
"Who's it from?" Misaki asked, reaching up to the card. "Usami...Haruhiko..." he read.
Usagi's face turned sour. "My stupid brother..." he muttered. "What's he sending me flowers for?" He glanced at Misaki, then did a double take at the horrified expression on the boy's face. "What's wrong?"
"These...these flowers...they're not for you. They're...for me..." Misaki said, bewildered beyond all imagination. He proffered up the card, which indeed read, "To the adorable Misaki-kun; All my love, Haruhiko."
Usagi's face clouded over. "Please tell me there is a logical explanation for this."
"There isn't!" Misaki yelped. "I swear, I swear; I had never met him before yesterday! I helped him get a train ticket, and then we rode to the hotel together, but it was the most awkward conversation imaginable! Then I told him off in the lobby, and that was it! I swear!" He looked at Usagi pleadingly.
Usagi shook his head and sighed, but patted Misaki's hair. "I believe you...oh, this is typical Haruhiko behavior. Always trying to steal my things...He won't get away with it this time."