Misaki stood at the front gate of school, staring out absentmindedly at the traffic as it zipped by. It wasn't that Usagi was late; rather, his last class of the day had ended a little early, and he had some time to kill before the usual pick up time. He pulled at the strap of his bag and shifted his weight as he waited.
Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of him. It wasn't Usagi's little red sportscar; instead, it was a large black towncar. A uniformed driver stepped out and greeted him. "Ah, Takahashi-san, isn't it?" The man bowed, and then continued. "I apologize, but Usami-sama would like you to come to the Usami family estate to meet with him."
The gears in Misaki's brain began to grind. Usami-sama must be Usagi-chichi. "I wonder what he wants to see me about?" Misaki wondered to himself, but he just shrugged and got into the back seat of the car.
He was amazed when they arrived at the estate. It was even more massive than he had imagined, and it was hard to believe that this palatial mansion was in the middle of Tokyo. "Steady now," he urged himself. "Don't look like some gawking peasant." He was met at the front drive by a butler, who led him into the house and to a small sitting room, where he sipped tea nervously and waited for Usagi-chichi to appear.
About fifteen minutes later, the door swung inwards, and Misaki sat up, expecting to see Usagi's father. His brow furrowed in confusion, however, when Haruhiko stepped into the room. "What...? Where's your dad at?" Misaki asked.
"My father? Why do you ask that?" Haruhiko asked, smoothing out his sleeves as he stepped forward.
"They told me Usami-sama wanted to see...oh." Misaki realized that he had misunderstood. "They meant you, didn't they?"
"But of course. I would never mislead you."
"Yeah, right," Misaki mumbled. "Anyway, what is it? I need to get home. I have a chicken defrosting, and it's curry night, plus I have a lot of laundry to get done."
"Oh, you poor, pitiful servant," Haruhiko chuckled, his low, deep voice sounding sinister somehow. He stepped closer. "Come with me." He jerked Misaki up by the wrist, and led him down the hallway.
"What? Where are we going? Let me go!" Misaki protested. Haruhiko opened a door, and pushed Misaki into the room behind it. "What's this supposed to be?" Misaki asked, his voice faltering as he nervously eyed the king sized bed anchoring the room.
"Your room," Haruhiko said simply. Misaki turned on him with a shocked expression, and Haruhiko just returned it with an impassive gaze. "Come live with me. I won't force you to do chores like Akihiko does. We have servants for those things. You can focus on your studies, and anything else you like. Plus, I'll give you an allowance."
"I don't want your money," Misaki said bitterly.
"How much does Akihiko give you?"
"He doesn't pay me!" Misaki shouted angrily.
Haruhiko sighed and folded his arms. "500,000 yen," he said, obviously undeterred by Misaki's protests. Misaki's eyes went wide. "A week." Even wider.
"That's 26 million a year!" Misaki blurted out.
"Ah, you're good at doing figures in your head," Haruhiko commented. "That'll aid you well in the field of economics." He smiled, a slightly sinister smile. "So, I've piqued your interest. Believe me, living here will be far more pleasurable than living at Akihiko's. In every single way you can imagine." He stepped closer. "And maybe some ways that you can't." He narrowed his eyes down on the boy.
"Gross!" Misaki spat, backing up. "I told you, Usagi and I are a couple! I'm not some boy hooker you can bid a higher price for! So knock it off!"
"You're tenacious," Haruhiko said, his eyebrow arching in amusement. "I like that in a lover. Well, I'll give you some time to think it over," he said, and then spun on his heels, leaving the room.
"What? I don't need time to think it over!" Misaki shouted. "What the - ? Hey!" he cried out angrily as the door clicked firmly, signaling that Haruhiko had locked it from the outside. "Let me out of here!" He pounded on the door with his fists, and rattled the doorknob. "This isn't funny!"
After a few minutes of shouting, he gave up, and realized suddenly that he had his cell phone with him. Pulling it out excitedly, he flipped it open and pressed two buttons to call Usagi. There were a few tense moments while it rang and rang, but finally Usagi picked up. "Misaki?" he said in a surprised voice. "Where are you? I'm waiting outside the school."
Misaki was relieved to hear the calming sound of Usagi's low, smooth voice. "Usagi! Your stupid brother kidnapped me!"
"What?" Usagi's voice cut across the phone line like a knife.
"I'm at this big ass mansion, and he's got me locked up in a room, and..." Misaki trailed off as the door suddenly opened. Haruhiko stepped into the room, scowling at the phone pressed against Misaki's ear. "Oh! Here he is!" Misaki smiled triumphantly at the man. "Ha ha! You didn't count on me having a phone, did you? Well, I'm - " He was cut off as Haruhiko snatched the phone out of his hands and threw it against the wall, dashing it to pieces. "What the hell?" Misaki screamed.
"Play time is over," Haruhiko said in a cold voice. Misaki backed up, stumbling a little, and felt suddenly very scared.
"W-wait..." he said, his voice cracking. Haruhiko just continued to advance on him. "Stop!" he shouted, then fell backwards onto the bed, exactly what he had not wanted to do. Haruhiko was over him in a flash, ripping at his shirt as he nipped savagely at his neck. "Stop!" Misaki screamed, writhing and trying to fight him off.
"Ohhh...just feel how hard you've gotten me," Haruhiko rasped out, rubbing his pants covered arousal against Misaki's thigh as he fought to pin down the resistant boy.
"I don't want to!" Misaki wailed. "Didn't..." He gasped for breath and struggled to reason with the man. "Didn't you once say it wouldn't...be any fun if you had to force me?"
"I've changed my mind," Haruhiko said, his breath hot and heavy in Misaki's ear, and Misaki's heart rate doubled.
"No, seriously, stop. Stop! This isn't funny!" He got a surge of energy from his fear, and managed to wriggle out from under the man. Misaki then dropped to the floor, evading Haruhiko's grasp, and scrambled to the bathroom, where he locked himself inside.
"Let me in," Haruhiko said, pounding on the door. The rage was clearly evident in his voice. "Don't make me break this door down!"
Misaki looked desperately around the room for something to defend himself with. He hoped he could find at least a shaving razor or something heavy like a plunger, but there was nothing but towels and small toiletry items. He climbed into the bathtub and cowered there, hugging his knees into his chest and trying to imagine himself somewhere else. Yes...he was snuggling in bed with Usagi on a Sunday morning...he was safe...this wasn't happening. He tried to drown out the sounds of Haruhiko pounding on the door and shouting.
But suddenly, the pounding stopped abruptly, and the shouting got louder. Now it was two deep voices shouting. Misaki lifted his head from his knees as he recognized the second voice as Usagi's, and his heart leapt with joy and relief.
Outside the door, the two brothers were locked in mortal combat. "You son of a bitch!" Usagi shouted, punching Haruhiko square across the jaw. The butler and two maids hovered in the doorway, unsure of what to do.
"Please, don't fight!" Tanaka the butler cried as he wrung his hands helplessly.
But the fight was already over, as Usagi had knocked Haruhiko out cold with a few more well placed punches. He wiped the blood from his mouth and turned to the bathroom door. "Misaki. It's me. Let me in."
Inside, Misaki rose to his feet, trembling, and approached the door. He unlocked it, then pulled it open to face Usagi on the other side. At the sight of his lover's worried and bloodied face, he burst into tears and stumbled forward, clutching onto his chest and sobbing into it. "Shhh. It's all right," Usagi said softly. He looked down on the boy, suddenly taking in his torn clothing and the scratches on his arms and neck. "What did he do to you?" he asked sharply, his voice cracking with emotion. "Did he...?"
"He tried to..." Misaki sobbed. "But he didn't..." he gasped, his tears soaking Usagi's shirt. Usagi leaned down, nuzzling his face into Misaki's hair and smelling the distinct apricot scent there deeply, like it was desperately needed oxygen.
"Let's get out of here," Usagi said softly, leading Misaki by the hand past Haruhiko's crumpled figure. Misaki went weak in the legs as he saw Haruhiko and was reminded of his scare, so Usagi effortlessly scooped him up bridal style and carried him out of the room, past the astonished servants. Misaki pressed his face into Usagi's shoulder as they quickly exited the mansion, and made their way to Usagi's car, which was parked right out front.
When they got home, Usagi drew a bath in their newly installed lion's head tub, then undressed a somber Misaki and placed him into the tub. "It's all my fault," Misaki murmured as the warm water enveloped him. "I should never have gotten into that car. But the driver made it seem like it was your dad who wanted to see me. I should have known better." He looked into the water with glassy eyes.
He was surprised as Usagi leaned into the tub and embraced him tightly, getting his shirt sleeves wet. "It's not your fault. Don't worry about that."
Misaki tilted his head up, nudging his nose against Usagi's cheek and urging him into a kiss. Their lips met, softly at first; then parted as their tongues slipped out and mingled together. Misaki reached up, entangling his wet fingers in Usagi's longish silver hair. "Misaki..." Usagi groaned as the boy kissed a wet trail down his neck.
"Usagi..." Misaki responded, tugging the man by his collar. Even though he had felt fragile and vulnerable after the attack, what he needed now was to be close to Usagi. Only by connecting in that way with his lover did he feel that he could erase the lingering bad feelings of Haruhiko's touch. He worked to unbutton Usagi's dress shirt, as Usagi himself unfastened his pants and slipped out of them.
Once he was nude, instead of getting into the tub with Misaki, he lifted the boy out, and carried him to their bed. He laid him gently on the sheets, his body still glistening with moisture in the moonlit room. Hovering over him, he planted kiss after kiss in a lazy trail from the boy's lips, down his neck, down his chest, and then below his waist, where his quivering erection waited for attention. "Usagi!" Misaki cried, as the man closed his wet, hot mouth over the firm flesh.
Usagi just murmured contently, pulling and sucking at Misaki's sweet, delicate skin. He could never get enough of the taste of the boy. It was something indescribable that was better than anything on earth. Not only the taste, but feeling Misaki trembling beneath him, hearing his whimpering cries of pleasure, and looking up to see his flushed, overcome face staring down at him.
He took more in his mouth, his tongue rolling leisurely over the surface of Misaki's manhood. Misaki arched his back stiffly and trembled, obviously already very worked up. Usagi smiled to himself, his mouth full, and reached up, tweaking one of Misaki's tender little nipples with his finger and thumb. "Ah! Usagi!" Misaki cried. "It's...I can't...oh!" His body shook violently, and Usagi's mouth was suddenly filled with warm wetness.
Misaki melted back into the bed, shaking with ecstasy. Usagi just smiled, then pushed the boy's thighs in towards his chest, and dipped his head to lash his tongue out at his tight, sensitive entrance. "Ohhh! Ahhh!" Misaki squealed, his softening manhood already rehardening at the sensation. Usagi reached down and stroked his own swollen, throbbing manhood, massaging the hot flesh over and over again. He wanted Misaki so badly, he felt like he would burst any second.
But he held back from the peak, and instead positioned himself over his little lover. After lubricating his thick length, he pressed the head against Misaki's wet little hole. "Oh...Misaki..." he groaned, as he penetrated the tight space. Misaki cried out in pleasurable anguish. He had long since grown accustomed to the feeling of being stretched to capacity by Usagi; that impossibly full feeling. It was never any less intense; it was just that he was no longer afraid of the sensation.
"Usagi!" he moaned, clutching at his lover's back. Usagi began to thrust into him, savoring the feeling of being inside of him. He loved when they were joined together; connected in such an intimate way.
"Ohhh, Misaki..." he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "I'm so close already...I'm going to come inside of you..." he gasped, and then gave a low cry as he released suddenly. Misaki squealed and writhed underneath him, thrusting his hips up against him. Usagi was surprised to feel the rhythmic squeezing that always accompanied Misaki's orgasm, and knew he had climaxed again when he felt the warm rush of semen spurt up onto his stomach. He let the pulsations of Misaki's body pull the full force of his orgasm out of him, and then they collapsed down together, breathing heavily and holding onto each other.
Afterwards, Usagi cleaned them both up, and retrieved some pajamas for them to wear. They dressed, and then snuggled deep under the covers together. Usagi stroked Misaki's head as it lay on his chest. "You've got a few days off of school, don't you?" he mused.
"Yeah, no classes again for four days," Misaki said.
"Why don't we go somewhere?" Usagi suggested.
"Like where?"
"Anywhere you want."
"Oh yeah! I'm going to Disneyland!" Misaki joked.
"Hmm...it shouldn't be too crowded right now," Usagi said. "I think I can get us the Garden Suite at the Ambassador Hotel. I'll call Isaka tomorrow. He can arrange it."
Misaki sat up a little in the bed. "Are you serious? I was just kidding."
"What? You don't really want to go?"
"W-well of course I want to go! Who wouldn't want to go to Disneyland? I just thought you meant somewhere sophisticated or something."
"Well, the Ambassador Hotel is pretty sophisticated, don't you think?"
"I don't know! I've never been there!"
"Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we?" Usagi smiled contentedly, pulling the shocked boy back down against his chest. "I've been there a few times. For an extra 10000 yen, Winnie the Pooh will serve you breakfast in bed!"
"Are you kidding me? What?"
Usagi yawned. "Or Piglet. Whichever you prefer. But of course, I'm partial to the bear. Now settle down and sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow..."