The next morning, Usagi scowled in his sleep, trying to bat away an excited Misaki. "Come on! We're going to Disneyland!" Misaki breathed, tugging on Usagi's arm.

"Just let me sleep a little longer..." Usagi grumbled, turning away and pressing his face into the pillow.

"No! I can't sleep any more!" Misaki shouted. He climbed onto Usagi, straddling his sideways positioned body. "Disneyland! Disneyland!" he crowed, rocking his hips against Usagi.

Usagi smirked as he reached up and fondled Misaki's very apparent erection through his pajamas. Misaki let out a little squeak, but didn't pull away. "Hmm. Looks like you're really excited."

Misaki blushed. "Well, yeah..." he mumbled. "H-hey!" he cried, as Usagi swiftly rolled over, upsetting him onto the bed, and then was over him, reaching into his pajama bottoms and stroking his aching erection. He kissed at Misaki's neck as he worked, arousing Misaki further. Misaki squeaked and squealed as he was pleasured. Usagi suddenly wriggled his body downwards to get his face below Misaki's waist, and tugged his pajama pants down quickly. He placed his lips over the tip just in time, for Misaki erupted just seconds later. Usagi drank of his essence eagerly, savoring the taste.

Misaki panted and sank back into the sheets, closing his eyes in contentment, and Usagi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand with a triumphant smile. "Now, I can get some more sleep," he said, and pulled the covers up over himself.

"Hey, wait now!" Misaki exclaimed. "That was awesome and all, but I'm still ready to get up and go to Disneyland!"

Usagi grumbled for a moment, but sat up in the bed. "Fine. But you'll owe me," he said, waggling a finger at Misaki.

"Whatever," Misaki said, flashing a cheeky grin at the man as he leapt out of the bed. "How many days are we going for? I need to know how much to pack."

"Three days," Usagi said, reaching out for his cigarettes on the nightstand and lighting one up. He then picked up the phone and made arrangements with Isaka as Misaki packed for the two of them. By the time he had hung up, the boy was not only packed, but dressed and cooking breakfast. Usagi smiled to himself, then got a quick shower, dressed, and joined Misaki at the breakfast table.

"So, three days, huh? Does that mean we'll go to DisneySea too?"

"We'll do whatever you want to do," Usagi said, smiling at him indulgently. Misaki grinned happily and finished up his eggs.

An hour later, they were parking at the hotel. Misaki could barely contain himself as he skipped towards the entrance. They checked in, and went up to the room. Misaki oohed and aahed over the posh suite for only a minute before he was chomping at the bit once again to get to the park. Usagi took him by the hand down to the lobby, where they boarded the shuttle to the park.

Soon, they were walking into the World Bazaar at the entrance. Misaki squeezed Usagi's hand tightly as they walked deeper into the park. "Where do you want to go first?" Usagi asked him, glancing at the map in his free hand.

"Oh, let's go to Adventureland first!" Misaki said, pointing off to the left. They steered through the crowd, and were soon in the heart of Adventureland. Misaki tugged Usagi towards the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.

Usagi smirked. "Ah, a dark ride. Just what I had in mind." Misaki didn't seem to hear him in his excitement, and the two snaked their way through the dungeon like entrance to the ride. They finally came to a stop just a stone's throw from where the ride began to board, and Usagi moved up close behind Misaki, placing his hands on his shoulders and massaging them lightly as he pressed his fully developed erection into the boy's back.

"S-s-stupid Usagi!" Misaki stammered, trying to step forward and away from the urgent rubbing Usagi was doing on his back. However, Usagi held him firmly in place, leaning down and whispering in his ear.

"How about you return this morning's favor for me once we get on the ride?" he breathed.

Misaki's face flushed deeply. "I can't do that!" he hissed. "There are other people here!" He gestured at the people in line ahead of them, who fortunately didn't seem to notice the love play going on. "There'll be other people sitting on the boat with us too!"

"Not if I can help it," Usagi declared, and as they approached the ride attendant, Usagi gave her the most heart melting smile. "Ah, I hate to be a bother, but would you mind placing us on a boat alone?" He shrugged towards Misaki apologetically. "He gets motion sick pretty unexpectedly sometimes, and I'd hate for him to vomit on anyone."

"Of course, sir," the employee said quickly, loading up a boat with the remaining passengers that had been ahead of them, and then placing them on a boat by themselves. "Enjoy the ride," she said, smiling weakly as she prayed she wouldn't have to clean up that boat afterwards.

"We will," Usagi replied in a sing song voice, and then he turned to Misaki as the boat drifted into a dark cave. "Oh yeah...alone at last." The sound of Usagi's zipper being lowered suddenly echoed softly over the water. "Misaki..." he whispered longingly, reaching out for the boy's hand and placing it on his bare flesh.

Misaki shuddered, but knew it was no use resisting the man. He'd better just try to do it while the ride was mostly in the dark. So he leaned over sideways and lowered his head into Usagi's lap.

Usagi moaned softly with pleasure as he felt Misaki's lips close over the head of his aching cock. "Yes...Misaki...suck it." Misaki complied, letting his mouth get wetter as he worked more of the massive organ inside. Usagi made short rhythmic motions upwards with his hips, fucking Misaki's mouth gently. "Oh God, Misaki, that's perfect. Just a little faster...nnn..."

Misaki began to emit muffled moans as he worked. Doing this for Usagi always turned him on so much...hearing Usagi say his name like that drove him wild. He could feel his own manhood hardening, but he couldn't do anything about it due to the odd angle he had his body at. And right at that moment, the loud boom of a cannon signaled that they were in one of the more open parts of the ride. It had been a while since Misaki had been to Disneyland, but he seemed to remember that the next area was the street scene, and was rather well lit.

In order to expedite what was happening, he thrust his head down firmly and deep throated Usagi without warning. Usagi bit his lip and gave a strangled, smothered cry as he released into the back of Misaki's throat. Misaki swallowed quickly and then lifted his head up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he straightened himself out in the seat. Usagi just continued to groan happily, his eyes closed and his satisfied, damp member still out; so Misaki was forced to hurriedly tuck it back into his pants, and refasten them before anyone on the other boats could see them.

Usagi finally opened his eyes, and looked over at Misaki with a dreamy, content expression. "That was great," he murmured.

Misaki folded his arms and pouted. "You made me miss half the ride."

"I'm sorry," Usagi apologized. "We'll ride it again later today," he promised.

"Yeah, well you better not pull the same stunt then!" Misaki said. He stuck his tongue out at the man, who leaned in and slipped his own tongue into his mouth, pushing the offending organ back in.

"I love you, Misaki," Usagi whispered as he came out of the kiss.

"I love you too," Misaki mumbled, his cheeks pink. He reached down and intertwined his fingers with Usagi's, then pointed excitedly with his other hand. "Ah! Did you see that? Jack Sparrow popped out of that barrel! That wasn't there the last time I rode this! I had heard they added a lot of stuff from the movie. And also..." Misaki continued to chatter happily about the ride, while Usagi smiled contentedly and squeezed his hand lovingly.

The ride disembarked in a themed gift shop, where Misaki played with the pirate swords like a small boy. "Hmm, I wonder if they sell shirts that say _I got my sword swallowed on Pirates of the Caribbean_?" Usagi mused jokingly.

Misaki blushed. "Of course they don't. Stupid Usagi! You're such a goon sometimes!" He put his hands on his hips. "Now you owe me! I want some souvenirs!"

Usagi smiled warmly. "Of course. You can have anything you want."

Misaki scratched the back of his head and smiled. "Hee hee...I was just kidding."

"Well, I'm not. Go ahead. Pick out some things."

"Really?" It was easy for Misaki to forget how rich Usagi was, and how generous he always was towards him. "Well, maybe just a few things..."

50000 yen later, Misaki was blushing with embarrassment at his spending spree. "How am I going to carry all that around?" he lamented of the bags the cashier was packing for him.

"Well, if you don't want any of the stuff right now, we can just have it sent to the hotel," Usagi said.

"Really? They can do that?" Misaki asked, and the cashier nodded in affirmation. The bags were sealed and marked for the Garden Suite at the Ambassador Hotel, and soon the couple was sitting outside in a smoking area.

Misaki spooned a bite of pineapple soft serve into Usagi's mouth between puffs of his cigarette, and then ate a bite himself. "Where are we going next?" he asked excitedly, eating the treat as quickly as he could so that they could move on.

Usagi flicked the map open and perused it. "Jungle Cruise is right over there," he suggested.

"Yeah!" Misaki said, jumping up. "Come on, finish that cigarette," he urged, and then he tugged his lover towards the open air boat ride. Since it wasn't a very busy time of year, they only had to wait ten minutes in line before boarding. They were ushered onto one of the safari style boats with about fifteen other people, and the captain steered the boat out of the loading dock and began his comedy routine.

Usagi turned his head to Misaki, smiling at him affectionately as he took his hand. Misaki blushed slightly as he laced their fingers together, and wordlessly scooted a little closer in to the man. They were listening to the captain joke about headhunters when they were startled by someone clearing their throat rather loudly. Usagi ignored it, but Misaki glanced across at the other passenger who had done it.

He found himself being glared at angrily by a rather plump woman who was surrounded by children. He was taken aback, and glanced side to side and even behind himself to see what she was looking at. But she merely continued to glare hatefully, glancing down at their intertwined hands, and then at her children.

Misaki suddenly got the picture, felt embarrassed, and tried to take his hand away from Usagi's. But Usagi had him firmly, and looked over in surprise. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Um, nothing," Misaki said, still trying to wiggle his fingers free. He looked at Usagi and then looked at the woman, trying to silently relay the problem. Usagi raised one eyebrow, getting the message, but he held on to Misaki's hand tighter than ever.

The woman finally spoke. "_You two_ need to cut out your inappropriate behavior," she hissed. "This is a place for children and you're being offensive!"

"Exactly what is offensive?" Usagi drawled calmly.

The woman became red in the face. "Don't play dumb with me, you - you weirdo!" She cast an angry glare at their hands once again. "You're a bad influence on children!"

"Really?" Usagi smiled scornfully. "I'd imagine that being morbidly obese is a much worse influence on children."

"Why, I never!" she spluttered angrily.

"Yep, you never. That's your problem," Usagi replied back smoothly, and a few other passengers laughed. The woman snapped her mouth shut like a fish and didn't say another word for the rest of the ride. Misaki looked slightly uncomfortable at first, but a few soothing whispers from Usagi calmed him down.

After the ride was over, Usagi led Misaki to a quiet corner. "Don't ever be embarrassed to be with me," he urged Misaki. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yeah, I know," Misaki mumbled. "But I feel bad when there's kids and someone says something like that."

Usagi laughed softly. "But what is seeing us holding hands lovingly going to hurt? We can't turn them gay. You're either born that way or you're not. Seeing two guys holding hands isn't going to turn some kid gay. And it shouldn't upset them. We're just human beings, like anyone else."

"I know that too," Misaki said.

"But now, if they saw what we were doing in Pirates..." Usagi said, pulling his chin thoughtfully.

Misaki smacked his arm. "Yeah, _that _would be a bad influence!" he said, and then laughed. "Okay, I'm better now," he said, waving his hand airily. "Let's ride something else!" he cheered. He grabbed Usagi and charged towards the next area.

They made their way clockwise through the park, braving Big Thunder Mountain and then Splash Mountain. On Splash Mountain, Misaki laughed about the character of "Dobu Usagi", the carefree troublemaking rabbit. "I know that rabbit," he joked to his lover, as they rounded a corner in the ride.

"I do too," Usagi snorted. "I know all these animals. Dobu Kitsune is that wretched Haruhiko, and Dobu Kuma is Isaka."

"Which one am I?" Misaki asked.

"Do Me," Usagi joked, and Misaki groaned.

"I walked right in to that one," he said, shaking his head.

They finally arrived in Fantasyland, which Usagi declared was his favorite area. "Why? Which one is your favorite ride?" Misaki asked, cocking his head at him.

"Oh, no, I just like fantasies, that's all," Usagi chuckled, and Misaki shoved him playfully.

"I wanna ride Dumbo!" he cheered, spotting the ride.

"That's for babies," Usagi insisted. "We're going to ride Haunted Mansion."

Suddenly, Misaki clung to Usagi, trembling. "No! Anything but that! I can't ride it!"

Usagi was surprised. "Why not? Come on, it's not that scary."

"It is! It is scary! Listen..." He took a deep breath. "Since it was just me and my brother when I was growing up, it'd just be the two of us when we went on vacation, and we came here a few times. He couldn't leave me alone, but he wanted to ride it so badly, and I didn't want to be trouble, so I'd act brave and get on it with him. But then it was so horrible inside! The noises! I'd just shut my eyes and cry the whole time."

Usagi clucked his tongue sympathetically. "We don't have to ride it," he assured the boy.

"But I mean, if you really want to ride it, I...I can do it..." Misaki said, trying to sound brave, though his voice faltered.

"Misaki. Don't do that. You're always doing what you think people want, instead of what you want. We don't have to ride." He put a hand on Misaki's shoulder, which he could still feel trembling. "We can even ride Dumbo."

"No, no, we can go. I'm older now, anyway." He smiled weakly. "It probably won't even be scary! So come on!" He suddenly grabbed Usagi's hand and led him towards the foreboding manor.

Waiting in line, Usagi could tell how terrified Misaki was, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. Still, Misaki insisted he was fine and turned down several opportunities to turn back. However, once the ride started, he began sobbing uncontrollably. "It's so horrible!" he wailed, his eyes tightly shut. An unearthly cry ripped through the room, and Misaki clapped his hands over his ears, shrieking in misery.

"Misaki, it's okay," Usagi assured him. "I'm right here." He pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms protectively around the boy. Slowly, Misaki's body released its tension, and he uncovered his ears. His eyes were still shut tightly.

"It's just so scary," he moaned.

"Misaki. It _sounds _a lot scarier than it looks. Why don't you try opening your eyes?"

"I can't!"

"Well, you don't have to. But I assure you, it's kind of silly looking." He raised an eyebrow at a goofy looking ghost floating in the scenery.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Um..." Misaki exhaled slowly, then cracked his eyes open. The dankness of the room almost made him shut his eyes immediately, but he squinted at something off to the side. "Is that ghost drunk?" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I think so."

"That's so stupid! How could a ghost get drunk?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

Misaki laughed as he sat up straighter. "This is so ridiculous." He flinched at a scary looking coffin, but laughed again as a plump cheeked grinning ghoul peeked out. "I can't believe I acted like such a wimp over this."

"It's okay," Usagi assured him. "We all have stuff we're afraid of."

"I bet you're not afraid of anything."

"Sure I am."

"Yeah, but not of freaking Disneyland rides."

"Um, actually...there is one I don't like."

Misaki blinked at him. "I can't even imagine."

"Space Mountain," Usagi said slowly.

"What?" Misaki blurted out, laughing. "That's not even supposed to be scary!"

"It's not scary for short people! The last time I rode it, I was nearly beheaded!" Usagi shouted. "It's not made for tall people! I felt a metal beam graze the top of my head!"

"That's not possible," Misaki said. "There's taller people than you out there, and none of them have been beheaded on the ride."

"That we know of!" Usagi countered. "That ride is evil."

"Well, whatever. We don't have to ride it. Or, you know..." Misaki smiled wickedly. "You could always put your head in my lap, Pirates style."

"Deal," Usagi said, without missing a beat. Both men laughed as the doom buggy continued to twine through the mansion.