The next evening at the party, Misaki nervously clutched a glass of soda as he watched Usagi greet countless people, some of whom were even famous. He had promised to stay by Usagi's side all night, but he kept getting pushed back further and further by the crowd. Usagi was too absorbed in trying to be hospitable that he seemed to not even notice the boy's absence. Misaki sighed, and then moved to charge a little ways through the crowd.

However, he was surprised as he was pulled back suddenly. Turning to face the person, he raised his eyebrows as he saw it was Isaka. "Just give Usagi his space right now," the man told him.

"What...? But Usagi told me to stay by his side."

Isaka twirled his finger. "Yes, of course he's going to say that. But it won't look...appropriate if there's a young boy clinging to him the whole time. It could damage his reputation. There are a lot of his fans that wouldn't appreciate his...alternative lifestyle."

"I don't get it," Misaki said, shaking his head.

Isaka sighed. "Let's not let anyone know what's going on between the two of you, all right?"

Misaki frowned, snatching his wrist away from Isaka's grasp. "Usagi told me we weren't going to keep secrets. It's not like I want to fuck him here in front of everybody...all I want to do is stand beside him!"

Isaka shook his head. "But that will send a message loud and clear...almost the same as if you did fuck him in front of everyone. They'll figure you out. Look, kid; my career is riding on Usagi's success, and if he tanks because of a scandal, I'm finished."

Misaki just stared at the ground, feeling backed into a corner emotionally. He didn't know what he was supposed to say, think, or feel. "Fine. Then I'm just leaving this party. I can't take all this standing around." He stormed off, heading back up to the suite.

His eyes were on the ground as he walked quickly over the plush carpet, and he let out a surprised gasp as he barreled right into someone. He blanched when he looked up and realized it was Haruhiko, aka Usagi-ani. "Ah. I was hoping I'd run into you," Haruhiko said, his face impassive. "Did you get the flowers I sent?"

"Y-yeah..." Misaki mumbled. "Listen, that was nice and everything, but I really don't get it. I mean, why'd you send me flowers? All I did was call you a moron and yell at you. Oh yeah! I forgot I helped you on the train or whatever. I guess it was for that, right?"

"Incorrect," Haruhiko said, his cold voice cutting through Misaki.

"Uh...then what?"

"I'm trying to seduce you," Haruhiko replied simply. Misaki just stared at him for a while, too bewildered to say anything. "Let's just go in my room and talk about this," the man said, and dragged Misaki into the nearby suite before the boy could react or protest.

Once Misaki was inside the room, he began to feel uneasy, and he eyed the door. Haruhiko seemed to read him perfectly, and moved towards it, blocking it with his back. "Um...well...I appreciate the...offer...? But...in case you didn't know...I'm kinda sorta, you know, going out with your brother already."

"_Kinda sorta_?" Haruhiko repeated. "Doesn't sound like a very sure thing to me."

"Oh, but it is! I'm...I just have a hard time saying it sometimes. We..." Misaki blushed and spoke more quietly. "We're a couple. We're sleeping together."

"Well, at any rate, I don't care," Haruhiko said, sounding bored.

"What! L-listen...I..."

"Anything he can do for you, I can do better. Anything he can give you, I can give you more. And I will. Do you understand me?" Haruhiko's dark eyes burned with intensity.

"No...not really," Misaki answered honestly, evading the man's gaze. "I just don't really get it. Uh...why me?"

"Because. It has to be you," Haruhiko answered.

"That's not really an answer," Misaki protested. "Are you just doing this to get on your brother's nerves?"

"No, I want you," Haruhiko said, in a low, smooth voice that gave Misaki chills. He stepped closer to the boy and took hold of one of his wrists. "I want you," he repeated. "I have to have you..." He trailed off as he dipped his head lower, bringing his face in close to Misaki's. Misaki flinched, bringing his free hand up to the man's face and pushing it away.

"Stop!" Misaki shouted. "Let me go!" He struggled against Haruhiko.

Much to his surprise, the man let him go willingly, and even moved to open the door leading out of the suite. He paused with his hand on the knob. "I won't force you," Haruhiko said. "It won't be enjoyable that way. But mark my words. I _will _have you. It might not be soon, but I always get what I want. I will make you mine." He opened the door, and Misaki stumbled past him and out into the hallway.

Misaki rushed towards their suite, his mind a jumbled mess of emotions. He used the spare keycard to let himself inside, and was surprised as he ran into Usagi, who was standing in the entrance way. "Usagi!" he cried, throwing himself against his lover.

"What's wrong?" Usagi asked sharply. "I got worried when you disappeared! Hold up, you're trembling! What happened?"

Misaki began to speak in a rush of words that was slightly muffled by Usagi's chest. "Isaka told me I would ruin your reputation by being around, and I got so mad that I just left, but then I ran into your brother and he dragged me in his room, and he said he was going to seduce me and he tried to kiss me but I pushed him away and he let me go but swore he was going to have me anyway and I don't understand anything anymore!" He sobbed, clutching the front of Usagi's shirt.

There was a soft hiss as Usagi let out a stressed exhale. "That goddamn Haruhiko...he's always loved stealing anything of mine. My friends, my toys...when is it going to stop? We're not kids anymore! And I'll be damned if I let him drag you into this petty sibling feud!" He gripped Misaki tightly. "You belong to me; now and forever. I'll never give you up," he swore.

Misaki just pressed his face harder into the man, and gave a muffled whimper. He was happy to hear Usagi claim him so certainly, but he was still torn up by everything that was happening. "What about Isaka? Am I...am I bad for your career?"

"Isaka's full of shit. He's just saying all that stuff to antagonize you. The truth is, he's hot for me himself, and he's trying to knock you out of competition by intimidating you. It's ridiculous. Don't listen to anything he says from now on." Usagi took a deep breath. "And now...I'm going to kick my brother's ass. What room is he staying in?"

Misaki looked up at Usagi with awe filled eyes. "I don't remember the number...I couldn't get a good look. But it's down this hall, on the same side as our room."

"Let's go. Maybe you'll remember the room if you see it again," Usagi said, and with that he dragged Misaki out into the hallway.

"Wait! You're really going to beat him up?"

"You bet," Usagi said, breathing heavily through his nostrils like an enraged bull. "This is by far one of the most fucked up things he's ever done. I need to let him know he's not going to get away with it."

They continued to make their way quickly down the hall, and Misaki uttered a low cry. "Oh! I remember that table with a vase on it!" he said. "It's one of these doors!"

As if summoned, one of the doors swung open to reveal a smirking Haruhiko. "Well, hello, Akihiko." His eyes darted over to Misaki, and he licked his lips imperceptibly. "Oh? Did you bring him for me? You realized you might as well give it up now?"

"Like hell," Usagi growled. "You listen to me, you smug son of a bitch." He let go of Misaki's hand and grabbed Haruhiko by the collar. "Misaki is mine. I love him, and he loves me." Misaki, cowering in the background, blushed a little. "He's not a toy for you to win. So you better stop this farce, or else..."

"Or else what?" Haruhiko asked, looking calm.

"Or else. That's all I'll say right now. I'll do whatever I have to do to stop you from hurting us."

"Hmph." Haruhiko adjusted his glasses, then glanced down at Usagi's hand on his collar. "You're mussing up my suit..." he said in a low voice.

"I'll muss up a lot more than that if you..."

"Akihiko! Haruhiko!" A deep, mature voice cut through the air like a knife, causing both men to stiffen up. Usagi immediately let go of his brother's collar, and they stepped apart, turning towards the man who had spoken. "What is going on here?"

"Nothing, father," Haruhiko said smoothly. "We were just having a little disagreement."

Misaki gaped. FATHER? This was their dad? _Usagi-CHICHI_? The man had the same build as the two of them, and the same masculine jawline and narrow eyes, but he had jet black hair and a weathered face. Misaki knew that they must have a father, but he had never imagined running into him.

"You two need to get it together! You're adults now, and you need to behave better than this!" their father barked.

"Long time, no see, father," Usagi said calmly.

Usagi-chichi straightened his tie and cleared his throat. "Yes, it has been a long time, Akihiko. When are you coming home?"

Usagi visibly bristled. "I'm not. I told you, I've found my own path in life."

"You can't sever your ties to your family, no matter how hard you want to, son. Listen, the family needs you."

Usagi let out an aggravated sigh. "You'll have to manage without me. I'm not the kind of person who can be a part of your company."

Haruhiko snorted. "Of course he's not. He's only good at writing rubbish novels and messing around with low class boys," he scoffed, gesturing at Misaki, who until that point had gone totally unnoticed by Usagi-chichi. The old man turned to Misaki, eyeing him in a disapproving fashion, and Misaki felt ashamed, before his pride welled up in him, compelling him to speak.

"Low class? I'm low class, huh? Then why have you been sending me flowers and trying to seduce me? You pervert!" he shouted, pointing angrily at Haruhiko, who coughed in an embarrassed fashion and adjusted his glasses.

Usagi-chichi glared at everyone involved. "Enough! This is beyond ridiculous! Come, Haruhiko, we're late for the opening as it is." The two older Usami family members stormed out of the hallway, leaving Usagi and Misaki seething in their wake.

"I can't believe him!" Misaki scowled, and Usagi took him by the hand, urging him back to their suite. Inside, they went into the bathroom, where Usagi began drawing a bath. "I can't believe he called me low class! What a jerk!" His ranting was muffled by a sweet kiss from Usagi.

"Forget all that," Usagi whispered, stroking his hair. "Let's just enjoy the suite while we have it." He nibbled at Misaki's neck. "Take a bath with me."

"Mmm..." Misaki moaned. "But...but...there's no lion's head pouring water into the tub."

Usagi chuckled. "We'll have to have one installed in the master bath at home, won't we? You seem to be so fond of them."

"Unnh...you don't have to do all that...I just think they look cool...is all..." He trailed off as Usagi began to undress him with nimble fingers. His tie was loosened and removed, as Usagi planted kisses over each inch of skin he uncovered. His shirt was unbuttoned, peeled off and thrown to the floor, then his pants were stripped from his body and tossed aside. He stood nude in front of his lover, being caressed and kissed lovingly.

Misaki then raised his hands up, undressing Usagi with shaking hands. He had to have help with the tie, but then he undid every button himself and slid Usagi's dress shirt down his back, kissing the hot flesh underneath urgently. His fingers went to the belt, unbuckling it, and he tossed it aside after pulling it from its loops. Usagi breathed raggedly as the boy worked on unfastening his pants as he kissed a path down his flat stomach. "Usagi...I want you..." Misaki murmured, his face flushed. He sucked at the swollen, weeping tip of Usagi's cock the second it was uncovered; and Usagi groaned, then urged him into the large tub.

Inside, Misaki straddled Usagi, then pushed his lips up against his, accepting Usagi's insistently probing tongue. They kissed passionately for a few seconds, then Usagi broke away to kiss at Misaki's neck. "Mmm...Usagi..." Misaki whimpered, grinding his hips against Usagi's body. Usagi groaned as he felt the boy's erect penis sliding against his stomach, and groaned even deeper as he felt his tight hole rubbing insistently along his length. "Usagi...fuck me."

Usagi moaned helplessly with pleasure, and took himself in hand, angling the tip up into Misaki's entrance. The boy whined and moaned as his body resisted the penetration at first, but soon it slipped inside, and both men were reduced to incoherent gasps and whispers as they thrust against one another beneath the warm, swirling water. "Misaki..." Usagi groaned, closing his eyes tightly and tipping his head back. "You're so hot and tight."

"Nnnn..." Misaki moaned, pressing his forehead into Usagi's shoulder, rubbing his bangs into a wet mess as he moved up and down. "Usagi...touch me..." he begged, and Usagi slid his hand between their bodies, stroking the boy evenly. There was only a half minute of desperate gasping as Misaki built up, and then he was crying out loudly as he released, spurting up thick, hot liquid onto Usagi's chest and hand.

Usagi took the boy by the hips, and thrust up into him, enjoying the perfect friction inside. "Misaki...Misaki...I'm going to come...oh God, Misaki, I'm coming!" He let loose a tortured cry, and then he was there, pulsing deep inside of the boy.

They stayed together, sharing sweet, leisurely kisses for an untold amount of time. Then Misaki carefully dismounted his lover, and cuddled up beside him in the tub. "Was it good for you?" Usagi asked him, stroking his messy hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, as good as it's going to get in a non lion's head tub," Misaki said, grinning cheekily.

"I swear, there'll be a top notch contractor on the job as soon as we get home," Usagi promised, smiling with his eyes twinkling. "Until then..." he said, trailing off as he kissed him gently. "But you know, you were very passionate tonight. Did you eat some of the oysters off of the buffet?"

Misaki laughed. "No, actually...I didn't get to eat anything. Isaka ran me off before that." As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly.

Usagi swore softly. "That damn nuisance! I'm going to tell that Isaka...ugh! But listen, we'll order room service, okay? Anything you want."

"Anything I want? Oh man, I've never ordered room service before!" Misaki said, splashing the water a little in his excitement. "This is going to be awesome!" He settled down, and pressed his head against Usagi's chest. "Um...actually...you know how you said I was really passionate tonight or whatever? Well, um, if I was, it's because I get really...I don't know...riled up when I see people insulting you and stuff. I don't know what it is, but it makes me want to prove to you that I love you, even if no one else does."

Misaki paused, listening to Usagi's heart pounding steadily in his chest, and then began to ramble as the man said nothing. "I mean, I'm not saying nobody else loves you! 'Cause, obviously they do...that's why I couldn't even get near you tonight! You wanna talk about a fucking fan club...man oh man! But anyway, I just..." He made a stifled noise as Usagi took him by the chin, pulling him upwards into a kiss. "What was that for?" Misaki mumbled as they came apart for air.

"Oh, Misaki...you're too adorable for words. You make me the happiest man alive."

"R-really? Well, okay," Misaki whispered, and smiled shyly. They relaxed in the tub for another two minutes, and then Misaki came to life with a great splashing of water. "Oh yeah! Room service time!" he shouted, flying out of the tub and grabbing a towel. Usagi chuckled and followed after him.