"Hmm? What's this?" Nowaki's long fingers opened the heavy cream colored paper carefully. His cloudy blue eyes scanned the contents, then he turned to his older lover Hiroki in the next room. "Hiro-san, we got an invitiation to a wedding," he called.
"What? Oh yeah. It's that moron Akihiko and his child bride," Hiroki scoffed.
"What?! Akihiko-san and his boyfriend are getting m-married?" He hurried over to Hiroki. "How is that even possible? Does that mean...?" His eyes were alight with hopefulness, and Hiroki cut him off abruptly.
"No, no, no. Don't even start getting ideas in that big goofy head of yours." He folded his arms. "Akihiko is a British citizen, so they're marrying through their laws. It's still not legal here in Japan, unless you get in through a loophole like that." Nowaki just smiled slowly, and Hiroki's eyes got wide. "What? Don't...don't get that look on your face. You're scaring me. Stop smiling! Oy! What are you thinking about?"
Nowaki finally spoke. "The part of the United States I studied in, Maine...it's legal there."
Hiroki scoffed. "Yeah, but it's not like you're a citizen of the U.S...oh shit..." He groaned as he realized the same thing Nowaki was thinking.
Nowaki was still smiling widely. "Technically, I am...if my father was an American, that fulfills the requirements for being a U.S. citizen. So..." His eyes took on that puppy dog look that Hiroki was all too familiar with.
"No. No! Get away from me!" Hiroki flailed as Nowaki scooped him up in his arms.
"Let's get married," Nowaki breathed into Hiroki's hair.
"I don't want to go to fucking Maine!"
"But it's very beautiful there."
"Well, I can't speak any English!"
"I'll translate for you."
Hiroki ceased his struggling. "Well, I'm not wearing a wedding gown. So you can get that dumb fantasy out of your head."
"I wouldn't want you to wear a wedding gown, Hiro-san. You're a man."
"Don't tell me that! I know that!" Hiroki barked, though he felt very unmasculine while four feet off the ground in Nowaki's arms.
"Don't you want to marry me?" Nowaki suddenly looked sad.
Hiroki's face fell, and he blushed. "Ah...of c-c-course I want to m-m-marry you..." he murmured, looking away.
"Oh, this is so wonderful!" Nowaki gushed, striding off to the bedroom with Hiroki still in his arms. "We're getting married!"
"Wait? Where are we going? Hey, that's my shirt! Give it back! No! No! It's still the afternoon! It's too early for this nonsense!" Hiroki's protests issued forth from the bedroom, before finally being silenced by Nowaki's loving kiss.
Meanwhile, Aikawa, Usagi, and Misaki sat in the dining room of the Teito Hotel, sampling wedding cakes and foods for the reception. "No, this soup is too salty. We don't want that," she said firmly, pushing the small bowl away.
"I thought it tasted good," Misaki said.
"No! If you serve your guests salty food, they'll drink more water and then there will be lines for the bathroom. Then the whole thing falls apart!" Aikawa snapped at him.
"Ah, okay..." Misaki said weakly.
Usagi rolled his eyes, looking bored. "I'm going out for a cigarette," he grunted.
"No, you're not! This is your wedding! Don't you care?" Aikawa screeched.
"Not about this part of it..." Usagi trailed off and eyed Misaki with a smoldering gaze. "I only care about the wedding night, the honeymoon, and then having Misaki forever and ever." Misaki blushed, and Aikawa groaned.
"Fine, go out and smoke. But while you're gone, we might just choose some foods with green peppers in them," Aikawa threatened.
"Arghh..." Usagi made an annoyed noise, but went out to smoke anyway.
"Let's not get anything with green peppers, Aikawa. Usagi-san hates them, and he'll be in a bad mood if we do that," Misaki pointed out.
"Yeah, I know, I know. I was just kidding." The head of catering approached again, with a tray of some different soups. Aikawa gingerly tasted a tomato basil sample, then glanced at Misaki. "So...what are we going to do about your bachelorette party?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Misaki yelped. "A b-bachelorette party? But I'm a guy!"
Aikawa waved her hand breezily. "Well, we won't call it that. Your...last shot at freedom with hot male strippers party."
Misaki shook his head wildly. "Male strippers? I don't want male strippers!"
"Well, I do! Indulge a poor old maid here," Aikawa whined, and Misaki sighed.
"Fine, we'll have a ...whatever you want to call it party," he agreed.
Outside, while Usagi was smoking, his cell phone rang. He flipped it open and answered it. "Isaka. What do you want?" he grunted.
"Nice to talk to you too, Akihiko," Isaka laughed. "Listen, I want to throw you a bachelor party."
"Not interested," Usagi said in a bored voice.
"Come on, you have to. It's tradition. We'll get a few guys together, hit some strip clubs..."
"Even less interested in seeing naked women," Usagi interrupted.
"Who said they had to be female strippers?" Isaka purred mischievously.
So the night of their respective bachelor parties came. Aikawa was hosting Misaki's party at her apartment, with private dancers coming in. Aikawa and all her fujoshi friends cheered loudly as the two attractive men undressed each other, while Misaki just clasped his hands over his face, too embarrassed to watch. "I see this kind of thing every night, okay?" he protested, which just caused Aikawa and the other women to giggle and titter even more. "Can we just get to the cake and punch?" Misaki moaned, wishing the night would be over with and he could get back to his Usagi-san.
Meanwhile, Usagi pulled up at the restaurant where he was to meet Isaka and the other guys. He tensed up when he spotted Haruhiko getting out of his car. Usagi gritted his teeth, but chose not to say anything for fear of damaging their already tentatively healing relationship.
Just then, a disgruntled looking Hiroki stalked up, flanked by his gigantic boyfriend. "I'm only doing this because I'm your friend, Akihiko," he growled. "If I could only convince this big lunkhead of that. He thinks I actually _want _to see male strippers."
Nowaki opened his mouth in surprise. "No, it's not that. I wanted to come too, because, well, you're just too cute to let go out by yourself to that kind of place. You might get kidnapped!"
"I'm a grown man and I can take care of myself!" Hiroki barked, then sighed heavily. "Anyway, let's just go in and eat dinner, then go out and get this over with."
Usagi sighed as well. "I don't want to do this either...who exactly is this for?"
The answer to that question strolled up smugly. "Come on, gents, this is going to be a night to remember!" Isaka crowed with excitement.
"I have a feeling it'll be a night to forget..." Hiroki muttered, but they went inside. The table was for six; Usagi, Hiroki, Nowaki, Haruhiko, Isaka, and Asahina, Isaka's secretary and sometimes boyfriend. Takahiro had also been invited but politely bowed out from a night of drinking and debauchery. He would have been the only straight man going, so it was actually easier if he didn't attend.
Usagi carefully avoided looking at Haruhiko, as the sight of his older brother still made him a little queasy. They all ate their dinner, with the conversation mostly coming from Isaka. After the meal was over, they headed for the club. The heavy beat of dance music pulsed through the air as they stepped into the darkened strip club. The six men just looked around for a moment, then were ushered to the VIP section by a host.
"Can I take your orders?" a young waiter said, smiling invitingly. He was clad in nothing but shiny silver bikini bottoms and a silver bowtie. Usagi glanced up, then did a double take when he realized the boy was a dead ringer for Misaki. He figured it was some joke of Isaka's, then he was surprised by Haruhiko gasping. The boy looked at Usagi's older brother, and stifled a gasp as well. "Ah...Haruhiko-san," he said in surprise.
Haruhiko wriggled out of the booth, and took the boy suddenly by the wrist and led him off to a corner, despite his protests. The remaining five men just looked at each other and shrugged.
"Hey, let go of me!" Satoshi gasped.
"What are you doing working in a place like this?" Haruhiko admonished him. "I thought you were an acting student."
"Well, I still have to pay the bills," Satoshi argued, looking away. "It's not like you've called me back lately."
Haruhiko sighed. "It's...it's complicated," he grunted. He had avoided the boy ever since his 'moment of weakness' as he called it, with the real Misaki. Even though he had started up a paid relationship with Satoshi as a substitute for Misaki, he decided it was too wrong to do, and had ceased it. Having this boy roleplay that he was Misaki was just too dangerous, as it clouded the lines of reality and fantasy in his mind.
"And besides, what are _you _doing in a place like this?" Satoshi countered. "Don't get all high and mighty on me..."
"It's my brother's bachelor party," Haruhiko explained.
Satoshi raised an eyebrow. "Does his wife-to-be know he likes watching men get naked?"
Haruhiko shook his head. "He's marrying a guy." Haruhiko lowered his head and looked away. "A guy named...Misaki."
Satoshi exhaled slowly. "Let me guess...your brother's name is Akihiko?"
"Yeah."
"Wow...you're pretty fucked up."
Haruhiko laughed wryly. "Don't you think I know that? But...I'm not indulging that sick fantasy anymore. Which is why I haven't called you. It's not healthy for me to covet what my brother has."
Satoshi smiled slowly. "Well, you can still call me, you know...I'm a pretty good actor. I could be someone other than Misaki...or I could just be plain old Satoshi. Whenever you're lonely, you know." He tossed his head slightly. "It was really fun...I wouldn't even charge you."
Haruhiko smiled for the first time that night. "Ha...well, thank you. I...just might do that." He stepped back, apologizing. "I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your work."
"Yes, your friends are going to get suspicious," Satoshi laughed lightly. Haruhiko turned back to the table, sitting down with the other men, who looked acutely curious, but asked nothing. Satoshi took their drink orders, belying nothing, and then departed for the bar.
"What was that all about, Haruhiko?" Isaka asked, waggling his eyebrows. "Never would have thought you'd know a cute little thing like that."
"He's an acting student I met a few months back. I was just surprised to see him working here, that's all."
"Hmmm." Isaka let it drop, and Haruhiko glanced at his brother. He winced when he saw the furrowed brow there and knew that Akihiko had figured out the situation exactly. Satoshi brought their drinks at that moment, and Haruhiko was too embarrassed to look at him. Isaka could feel the tension and picked up his cocktail. "So anyway, to the lucky groom!" he cheered.
"To Akihiko," the other four men said, then they all sipped their drinks.
Nowaki smiled widely all of the sudden, and Hiroki kicked and pinched him under the table, knowing what the big idiot was about to blurt out. However, Nowaki didn't even feel it, and went ahead. "Hiroki and I are also getting married!" he announced.
"What?" Usagi raised his eyebrows. "How's that?" Nowaki briefly explained the circumstances, and Usagi smiled. "Well, congratulations. I wish you two the best. You've been together forever, haven't you?"
"It feels like that some days..." Hiroki muttered, then hastily backpedaled after seeing the hurt reaction on Nowaki's face. "I mean, yes, isn't it wonderful?" He laughed nervously, sipping his drink.
Isaka had already thrown back his entire drink, in addition to the three glasses of wine he had at dinner. As a result, he was feeling rather loose, and he threw an arm over his secretary. "I'm jealous of all this man love," he pouted. He turned his face, bringing his lips up against Asahina's cheek. "What do you say we run off into the sunset together, Kaworu?" he teased, using the man's childhood nickname. "Come on, everyone knows you love me."
Asahina sipped his drink calmly, used to this treatment when Isaka was drunk. "Oh? And does everyone know how much you like getting it up the ass?"
Isaka turned gray under his eyes. "Liar!" He laughed feebly while glancing around the table. "Come on, I'm _totally _the top in our relationship."
"You should hear the way he moans when I'm all the way in," Asahina said, blinking his eyes.
"I do not!"
"He sounds just like a goat."
"Like a goat?! Now that is a lie! I sing like an angel when you f-...ah..." Isaka realized what he'd admitted, and he slumped down in the booth.
"Come on, let's just go down and see the dancers and get this shit over with," Usagi groaned. "I'm tired of all this." He smiled slightly. "I miss Misaki. He's so much easier to be around than all you old fools."
"All us old fools?" Hiroki countered. "I'll have you remember that I'm two months younger than you! And Nowaki's way younger than me! So there!"
Isaka sat up, brightening up suddenly and interrupting Hiroki's rant. "Oh yeah! We don't have to go down there. I arranged for the dancers to come to us. That should be them now," he pointed out, motioning to two attractive young men in boy's school uniforms ascending the stairs.
Usagi groaned and held his head. "What kind of joke is this?"
Isaka smirked. "You like 'em young, right? I figured you'd appreciate this." He sat back, his hands behind his head and a smirk on his face as he watched the "students" begin to slowly peel off their uniforms. "Yeah! Take it all off!" he hollered.
Nowaki let out a small sigh next to Hiroki. "What's wrong with you?" Hiroki asked him.
"I never got to wear a high school uniform," Nowaki lamented.
"Oh, you...that would be the one thing you'd notice out of all this..." Hiroki laughed.
Haruhiko, meanwhile, was ignoring the show. He fiddled with his phone under the table, sending a text to Satoshi asking what time he got off. He had decided that after all, it might not be bad to have some companionship tonight. He knew Satoshi couldn't possibly have his phone with him (where would he put it?) but he hoped the boy would be able to check it soon.
Usagi watched the boys with slightly bored eyes, daydreaming about one of the plots of his BL novels where Akihiko and Misaki were student lovers. He couldn't wait to get home and play it out with Misaki.
Asahina observed politely, sipping his drink calmly and resolving to fuck the hell out of Isaka as soon as he dragged his sorry ass home. It was only fair.
The night wound down and Usagi drove home in his sportscar. The apartment was dark and quiet when he got home, and he crept into the bedroom. Misaki was asleep there, curled up under the sheets. His face looked so undeniably cute when he was sleeping. Usagi decided against waking him up, even though he was hungry for the boy, and instead disrobed silently and slipped into the bed.
Even though he'd tried to be absolutely quiet, Misaki still stirred. "Mmm? Usagi...san? Is that you?" he murmured sleepily.
"Who else would it be?" Usagi teased, kissing the back of his neck tenderly.
"Ha..." Misaki laughed softly and yawned. "How was your bachelor party?"
"Lame and annoying. Isaka got piss drunk. And yours?"
"The same, except it was Aikawa that got totally wasted." Misaki giggled. "She tried to grope the strippers!"
"Yep, that sounds like Aikawa," Usagi chuckled. "Well, I didn't mean to wake you up," he said apologetically.
"No, it's fine," Misaki insisted, rolling over to face his lover. "In fact, I was waiting for you to get home. I just accidentally fell asleep."
Usagi smiled slowly. "Waiting for me? But why?" he teased innocently.
Misaki blushed. "You know why..." he whispered. He gave Usagi a light kiss and smoothed a hand over his chest. "I've missed you..."
"And I've missed you. Oh, Misaki..." Usagi whispered, his mouth searching out Misaki's neck hungrily. "I want you so badly."
"Mmm..." Misaki hummed happily. "I want you too..."
"I want to taste you..." Usagi growled lovingly.
"Please..." Misaki panted back, rolling down his pajama bottoms to reveal his rigid manhood. Usagi groaned in pleasure and shimmied down, getting his face below Misaki's waist and taking the tip of his erection into his mouth. Misaki moaned desperately, throwing his head back and tangling his fingers in Usagi's hair.
"Oh, Usagi-san! More! More!" Misaki cried, jutting his hips upwards in an effort to get Usagi to take him all in. Usagi complied with a muffled noise of pleasure, and then clamped his mouth down, sucking Misaki steadily. "Ahh! Usagi-san! I can't...ohhhh!" Misaki screamed, then pulsed out in the back of Usagi's mouth.
"That was fast," Usagi chuckled.
"Hmph." Misaki writhed a little on the bed. "I can't help it...we don't get to do it as much, now that the wedding's getting so close and we're both busy all the time."
"You're right," Usagi lamented. "But we'll have to make up for that on the honeymoon, tenfold, now won't we?"
"Mmm," Misaki assented with a blush. "Now...Usagi-san...please...inside of me..."
Usagi groaned with pleasure and retrieved the lube, slicking his achingly ready cock down. He pressed a slippery finger up to Misaki's eager entrance, and then slid it inside with no resistance. Misaki cried out at the rush of feeling, and moaned for more. Usagi worked a second and third finger in, and when he felt Misaki was ready, he withdrew and replaced them with his cock. Misaki screamed in joy and grasped at his back, leaving nail marks behind in his rapture.
Usagi grunted and gasped as he pumped in and out of Misaki's body. He never got tired of the way it felt...how could he? It was so absolutely perfect, and to have Misaki's adorably beautiful face contorted in pleasure beneath him...it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Misaki had quickly rehardened, and was wiggling desperately against Usagi's body. "Usagi...san...I'm...I'm already...no...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhh!" he cried out, and he was suddenly pulsing out onto his own chest. Usagi groaned happily and bore down for a few moments before spilling out deep inside of his lover.
They stayed together in the dark room, breathing heavily and kissing each other every couple of seconds. Usagi eventually withdrew reluctantly, cleaned up, and settled back down next to Misaki, who quickly drifted off into contented sleep. Usagi kissed the boy's temple, and closed his eyes, looking forward to their wedding day.