"I can't believe we're really getting married tomorrow," Misaki breathed, smoothing out the outfit he was going to wear the next day.
It was the night before the wedding, and although Aikawa had tried to force them to sleep apart for one night to uphold that age old tradition of not seeing each other the day of the wedding, Usagi had flatly refused such nonsense. "I won't let stupid superstitions rob me of even one night of fondling Misaki's sexy body," he had stated, sending Misaki into a conniption fit. Usagi thought back to the conversation and laughed as he lit a cigarette.
"Ah! Uh oh!" Misaki suddenly exclaimed.
"What's wrong?"
"The button fell off the pants I'm going to wear," Misaki lamented.
"Then you'll just have to get married with no pants," Usagi smirked.
"No! Shut up, stupid Usagi!" Misaki huffed as he picked up his cell phone and dialed Aikawa's number. She answered, sounding very out of breath and stressed. Misaki was almost afraid to ask her for help, but he knew it needed to be repaired. "Uh, hi, Aikawa-san. Listen, do you have a sewing kit with you?"
"What?! Why?!" she screeched back at him.
"Th-the button fell off of my p-pants for tomorrow!" Misaki stuttered, suddenly very frightened of her.
"No, I don't have a sewing kit, and I don't know how to sew, anyway! Oh my god, this is a fucking disaster!" she wailed, so loudly that Usagi could hear her.
The man sighed heavily. "Tell her to get her panties out of a bunch. I do believe Tanaka is attending the wedding, and he's already here tonight. I'm sure he has that kind of thing."
Misaki relayed the information to the very relieved Aikawa. "Good thinking for once, Usami-sensei! Well, according to my guest list check in sheet, Tanaka is staying in room 1507. Now hurry up and get that fixed so I don't have to worry about it!" Aikawa shouted, and then hung up on him.
"Sheesh," Misaki said as he closed his phone. "She's wound up tight."
"You're not kidding," Usagi grumbled, stubbing out his cigarette. Misaki took the pants and rode the elevator down to the fifteenth floor, where he scanned the doors for room 1507. He found it a little ways down the hall and lifted his hand to knock, then noticed that the door was actually slightly ajar.
He pushed it open hesitantly, stepping inside and whispering, "Tanaka-san?" He thought he could hear the butler's voice from around the corner, so he stepped forward and peeked around the wall.
He was frozen in shock as he beheld Tanaka sprawled out on the bed, his head thrown back and his eyes closed in ecstasy. His pants were in a heap on the floor, and covering him instead was the head of Usagi-chichi, who was apparently giving him a rather enjoyable blow job. Misaki made a hasty retreat and ran up the stairs, too nervous to stand and wait for the elevator. He bust back into his and Usagi's suite, panting heavily. "What's gotten in to you?" Usagi asked, his eyebrows lifting.
"Se...Sebas..tian...and...Usa...gi...chi...chi..." Misaki puffed out. He held his head. "Doing...things...no...pants...ugh!"
"What the hell are you talking about? Who's Sebastian?"
Misaki regained his composure a bit. "Tanaka-san..."
"That was really quick. Did he already fix your pants?"
"No, I had to run away!"
"Why?!"
"Because...because!"
"Just out with it, dammit!"
"Because your dad is giving him a blow job right now!" Misaki shouted. Usagi just looked stunned, his eyes getting wider than Misaki had ever seen them.
"You're joking." His voice was incredulous.
"I wish! Th-they...they were doing things. Sebas- I mean, Tanaka-san had no pants on. And Usagi-chichi was..." Misaki mimicked the motions he saw, bobbing his head, then winced and slapped his hands over his face. Usagi finally just started laughing. "What are you laughing at?"
"You. Now come on, let's get these damn pants fixed," he insisted, taking the garment out of Misaki's hands and hurrying out of the suite and towards the elevator.
"No! Usagi-san! We should wait a while!" Misaki jumped in the elevator with Usagi.
"I don't want to wait. We need to get this done, because I'm ready to go to bed and do a little..." He copied the charades Misaki had done just moments ago. "...with you right now."
"EW! Are you turned on after hearing your dad is doing that with Sebastian!?"
"No, of course not." He shrugged. "I don't really care about that actually. Whatever floats my dad's damn boat. I was just surprised. Anyway..." The elevator arrived at the fifteenth floor once again, and Usagi strode for room 1507.
"Don't just bust in!" Misaki protested, but Usagi's legs were much longer than his. He ran up behind Usagi in Tanaka's room just in time to see that the men's position was reversed now, before they were scrambling to cover themselves.
"Tanaka. I need you to sew this button back on," Usagi said, throwing the pants and the button onto a chair.
"Akihiko! You are still the same selfish little brat!" Fuyuhiko exclaimed as he fastened his pants back. "Can't you see that Tanaka was already doing something for _me_? You have to wait your turn!" Fuyuhiko looked indignant, while Tanaka looked utterly mortified.
"Whatever," Usagi said breezily. "Just fix the pants. Misaki needs them for the wedding. It's really important and you're the only one here who can do it."
"Yes, Akihiko-sama," Tanaka said, trying to regain some of his dignity. Usagi turned to go, taking Misaki's hand in his.
As they exited the room, Fuyuhiko's voice could clearly be heard. "Put those pants down! I didn't get to finish!" he protested.
Usagi laughed heartily as the elevator doors closed. "That was fucking hilarious," he roared. "Hmmm...it might make a good plot. Butler and his master...but of course I'll have to make them younger in the story." He cringed. "No one wants to read about old man sex."
"I can't believe you're laughing about it," Misaki moaned, pressing his face into one hand. They returned to the suite, where Usagi made good on his promise to do "a little..." with Misaki.
The next day, it was finally time for the wedding. Misaki was nervous beyond belief. He dressed himself in his white suit, dress shirt, and tie. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit originally, but Aikawa had convinced...actually, forced, him to wear one. He fastened the pants, grimacing as he hoped Tanaka had washed his hands before sewing the button back on. He washed his own hands immediately after just in case.
Aikawa whisked him away shortly after, to a waiting room near where the ceremony would be held. She brushed his hair over and over again, until Misaki protested loudly and she stopped. "I just want you to look good for pictures," she said.
"I know, I know. Ah! Hi, Nii-chan!" Misaki smiled widely as his brother entered the room.
Takahiro smiled. "So, how does this work? Do we go arm in arm down the aisle together?"
"No! That would be so gay!" Misaki protested, and Aikawa gave him a DUH look.
"It'll be fine, Misaki. Just go arm in arm." Misaki made a face and started to protest, but Aikawa put on her scary face and screamed, "Just DO IT!" so he snapped his mouth back shut and said nothing.
Inside the ceremony hall, Usagi was standing at the altar, straightening his tie. He glanced at Hiroki. "Thanks again for finally agreeing to do this," he told his longtime friend.
"Whatever," Hiroki sighed. "If I didn't do it, you'd never let me forget it."
"That's right," Usagi admitted. "Hey, can you believe that you'll be doing all this pretty soon?"
"No, I can't," Hiroki grumbled. His eyes flashed over to the audience, where Nowaki's big goofy head poked up from the third row. He locked eyes with Hiroki and smiled like a goon. Hiroki averted his eyes quickly as his face was flushed with joy, though he would never admit to such a thing.
Suddenly, the music started up, and in walked Misaki on Takahiro's arm. Usagi smiled from ear to ear. "Though you know, he really shouldn't be wearing white, after all the oh so impure things I've done to that sexy little body," Usagi whispered to Hiroki.
"I do NOT want to know about that," Hiroki hissed through gritted teeth. Usagi just chuckled and continued to watch his soon to be spouse walk closer. They reached the altar, where Takahiro handed his brother over to his best friend.
"Take good care of him," Takahiro said sincerely as he placed Misaki's hand in Usagi's. Misaki blushed deeply, and Usagi gave his friend a nod.
In the audience, Yoh Miyagi gave a deep sigh. "What am I doing here, anyway?" he lamented. Kamijou had demanded he come to the wedding he was playing best man in, because, _"If I have to suffer then so should you!"_ "And what the hell did he mean by that?" Miyagi hissed to himself.
"Quiet," his boyfriend Shinobu admonished him. They watched the ceremony in silence for a moment before Shinobu leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Do you think we'll ever get married?"
"Ha! Marrying a Takatsuki...been there, done that," Miyagi joked. He was rewarded with five sharp fingernails digging into his thigh. "Joking...it was just a joke..." he whimpered, and the nails retracted.
"I think I'll carry a bouquet at our wedding, though," Shinobu mused, and Miyagi blanched.
"Do you take Akihiko to be your wedded spouse, for as long as you both shall live?" the judge asked.
Everyone in the audience held their breath as Misaki struggled to answer. "I...I do," he finally said, and there was an audible collective sigh of relief.
"And do you take Misaki to be your wedded spouse, for as long as you both shall live?" the judge queried Usagi.
"I do," he said confidently.
"Is there anyone who objects to this marriage? Speak now or forever hold your peace." Misaki turned and glanced out at the audience, his heart skipping a beat as he prayed as hard as he could that Usagi-haha wouldn't bust in drunk. However, the doorways were calm, thanks to two imposing looking men in black, courtesy of Usagi-chichi. He looked over at his soon to be father-in-law, who gave him a thumbs up. Misaki started to smile but then saw Tanaka next to him, and hurriedly looked back at Usagi before his brain could dredge up images of that unsettling coupling.
"Then I now pronounce you married by royal order of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth," the judge said. "You may now kiss." Usagi smiled broadly and kissed his adorable little husband deeply. Misaki blushed at kissing in front of so many people, but he knew it was necessary.
They proudly walked back down the aisle together, after which Aikawa bodily ushered them off for a slew of photos. They finally joined the reception an hour later, and everyone cheered as they entered the room.
Isaka, already drunk off of the open bar, approached them, Asahina dutifully at his side. "Congratulations, Akihiko," he said, smiling crookedly. "But really...you really want to be chained to the SAME person for the REST of your life?"
"Yes." Usagi said it with a totally straight face.
"How boring," Isaka lamented. Asahina gave him a death scowl, and Isaka began blustering to dig himself out of yet another hole. Misaki and Usagi kept moving, making their way through the crowd.
"Congratulations, Usami-san, Misaki-san," Nowaki said cheerfully. He was gripping Hiroki's hand tightly. "I just hope our wedding can be as wonderful as yours." Hiroki just glowered, blushing bashfully as he thought about their upcoming wedding day.
"I'm so proud of you, little brother," Takahiro said, ruffling Misaki's hair affectionately.
Manami also smiled, embracing her husband's brother warmly. "I hope you two can be as happy as us," she said, casting a blissful glance at her husband.
Usagi and Misaki continued to move through the receiving line. "Congratulations," Haruhiko said, shaking his brother's hand.
"Thank you," Usagi said, for once looking his older brother in the eye without anger. He was just too happy to spoil the good mood with any of that.
"Wow, that was so beautiful!" Satoshi exclaimed. "So where are you going on honeymoon?"
"Hawaii," Misaki answered. "I know it's a bit cliche, but I really want to go."
"I bet it'll be awesome," Satoshi said, his voice full of admiration. "I've always wanted to go there!"
"Oh, really?" Haruhiko piped up. "When is your next break from school?"
"Ah - I didn't mean you had to take me...but..." Usagi and Misaki kept moving past the happy little couple.
"Congratulations!" Usagi-chichi exclaimed, patting his son on the back heartily. "You two be good to each other," he said, winking at Misaki.
"You too," Misaki automatically replied, then yelped. "Oh! I mean, no..." He looked as mortified as Tanaka, and the newly married couple kept moving.
"Thanks so much for everything," Misaki told Aikawa.
"You're welcome," she earnestly replied. "This was everything I ever imagined. Ah, I can die a happy woman," she sighed. "I got to be part of the hottest, sexiest man on man wedding ever."
"O-okay," Misaki said, tugging on Usagi's hand to keep him moving. They reached the head table and sat there, and everyone else took their seats for the dinner portion of the reception.
After eating the main course, people began clinking on their glasses and clamoring for the best man to make his speech. Hiroki finally stood up after much prodding and coaxing. He cast a deathly glare out over everyone in the audience before speaking. "I, uh...I've known Akihiko longer than just about anyone. Well, he always does whatever he wants, he's strange, and he's pretty hard to get along with, so, uh...Misaki, you have your work cut out for you. You've got no one else to blame but yourself if he drives you insane. So, uh...yeah." He sat down abruptly.
"That was absolutely the worst speech I've ever heard," Usagi chided him.
"You shut your damn mouth!" Hiroki hissed, looking ready to fling his empty champagne glass. Usagi just chuckled, and turned to look as Takahiro stood up on the other side of Misaki.
"I'd like to say a few words," he said. Usagi smiled appreciatively, while Misaki sweated and worried some weird things would be said, especially in light of the two glasses of champagne his normally teetotaling brother had consumed. "Well, I was more shocked than anyone when I heard that Usagi-san and Misaki were in love. I mean, Usagi's the straightest guy I've ever known."
Both Usagi and Manami groaned at the comment. "What? Anyway, I struggled with it for about a minute, then I realized that there was no better person for my little brother to be with. I trust Usagi totally. I wish them tons of happiness, and lots and lots of children." His wife tugged him down by the sleeve and hissed in his ear. "Oh, they can't? But..." She whispered more words, and Takahiro's face scrunched up. "Oh. Oops. Well, anyway, I still wish them lots of happiness. Thanks everybody!" He sat back down, and Misaki looked about ready to shrink into the floor.
"Come on," Usagi said, draining his glass. "It's about time for us to move on to the wedding night," he told Misaki, his eyes dancing with intent.
Misaki swallowed hard and nodded. They stood and bid everyone farewell, thanking them, and then made their exit. They rode the elevator up to their floor, and stepped out hand in hand. "Ah, I have to carry you over the threshold," Usagi insisted, sweeping the boy up into his arms. Misaki protested weakly, but Usagi easily whisked him inside the room.
There, he laid the boy down on the bed in the moonlit room. Their hands locked around each others necks, and their lips met for a passionate kiss. Misaki sighed into Usagi's mouth, letting the man pillage his mouth freely with that long and skilled tongue. Their fancy clothes were quickly shed and relegated to the floor, and their naked bodies rubbed together, creating a pleasurable friction.
"Usagi-san..." Misaki moaned, wrapping his legs around his new husband's waist. He was achingly hard. Even though he had worried the wedding ceremony and reception would just be a big hassle, he had found himself strangely turned on by the whole proceeding.
"Misaki..." Usagi whispered in his ear. "Let's make love for the first time...as a married couple."
"Yes..." Misaki breathed back, his hands sliding up and down Usagi's back. Usagi pulled away momentarily to retrieve the lubrication, then he was back over Misaki, inserting two slippery fingers inside of the boy's hot and tight passage. Misaki cried out in ecstasy, his body twitching and convulsing in reaction. Usagi could barely contain himself, the sight was so arousing. He prepared his husband the best he could, then replaced his fingers with his hard, aching cock. "Usagi!" Misaki screamed out, as the very first thrust struck his sensitive pleasure spot.
"I love you, Misaki," Usagi groaned, burying himself as deep as he could inside the boy. "I'll always love you...forever...no matter what." He pumped in and out slowly.
"And...I'll love you too..." Misaki promised, his eyes half lidded and his lips swollen from desperate kisses. "Oh, Usagi...oh, Usagi..." he moaned incoherently. Usagi reached between their abdomens and began stroking Misaki's leaking manhood. "Usagi!" Misaki cried sharply, exploding all over himself.
Usagi smiled slowly, withdrawing from the boy. He rolled onto his back, and Misaki climbed on top of him, his body limp and relaxed with satisfaction. He centered himself over Usagi's erection, and then impaled himself upon it suddenly. Usagi groaned deeply in ultimate pleasure, loving the feeling of Misaki engulfing him in that perfectly snug embrace so quickly. He thrust up, grasping onto Misaki's hips and pulling him down.
Misaki cried out as he bounced up and down, using his thigh muscles for all he was worth. He felt especially sexually charged tonight, and he could already feel another climax building. "Usagi...san..." he pleaded. "Come with me..."
"Oh, Misaki..." Usagi groaned, and then he gave a loud cry as he succumbed to Misaki's quivering body, releasing heavily inside of it. Misaki pumped at himself for a few seconds before showering Usagi's broad chest with his essence.
They collapsed to the bed together, kissing deeply. "I love you so much, Usagi-san," Misaki whispered.
"And I love you..." Usagi replied, holding his beloved Misaki tightly in his arms.