Chapter 3

Misaki moved up the stairs with a determined speed, probably not safe for a buzzed drinker in socks, then towards Usagi's office.

He could do this, he could do this. He kept repeating this to himself. He reached Usagi's office door, but his hand was shaking.

"Misaki, you can do this. You can and will show Usagi that you love him." Clenching his hand closed, he quickly reopened his hand and twisted the door knob open. Walking into the room Misaki looked toward Usagi. He was still typing away at his computer but the pace had slowed dramatically. 'That means he's losing focus or inspiration. Perfect! This is a good time to interrupt his work.' With that in mind Misaki rushed forwards and with as much strength as he could muster Misaki turned Usagi in his swirly chair to face him. Usagi's shocked lavender eyes connected with Misaki's.

Misaki's heart was beating wildly. Usagi's unkept hair with a cigarette hanging limply in between his lips. He looked like sex on a stick. Tasty.

Misaki licked his lips and grabbing the cigarette and putting it inside the cigarette dish, he brought his mouth to Usagi's in a very hungry kiss. He kissed him like he never had before, putting all his love and sexual frustration into it. Grabbing fist fills of Usagi's already unkempt hair to hold him in place he deepened his kiss.

Usagi was surprised at first but he quickly began to assert his dominance over their kiss. Misaki moaned, his fingers in Usagi's hair tightening almost painfully. Usagi began to pull Misaki onto his lap but Misaki pulled back. The look in Misaki's eyes full of lust and an overpowering emotion, that Usagi only saw as Misaki would peak in orgasm, staring back at him.

"No Usagi I'm doing this myself. You don't get to lead." Misaki's statement had Usagi smirking.

"Oh, and what brought on this bout of courage?" Usagi questioned, moving his hands down Misaki's back to his hips, all the way down to where he could squeeze Misaki's thighs, just below his ass. Misaki let out a moan at the erogenous grope.

"I want to do this, for you and for me. So don't interfere with me Usagi." Misaki looked at him and Usagi, as self centered as he is, knew he needed to back down. So instead he smiled and gave Misaki a 'come hither' look.

Misaki didn't hesitate. He pulled Usagi back up for another kiss and practically ate him. He moved his tongue into Usagi's mouth like Usagi had done so many times to him. Earning him another moan from Usagi, one that sent his raging hormones into overdrive. Moving his legs to either side of Usagi's thighs Misaki lowered himself into Usagi's lap. He was hornier than he could ever remember being. He wanted Usagi with a deep urgency.

Pulling back with a plop, Misaki rubbed downwards into Usagi. The feel of Misaki's arousal rubbing against him sent Usagi into another spiral of heat. They moaned in unison.

"Misaki, urg!" Usagi's growl and grunt had Misaki moaning loudly, rubbing himself harder and quicker. He wanted release, he was too hot!

"Usagi! I'm so hot, I want you. I want you inside me." Misaki begged. He kept rubbing and moving but it wasn't enough. "Let's go to our room," moving his head to Usagi's ear pulling on the hairs at the nape of Usagi's head. He continues hotly. "Take me to our bed and fuck me into it. I don't want to walk tomorrow because you fucked me so hard." And he bit Usagi's ear.

It was so out of character for Misaki and he said it so whisper soft that Usagi almost blew his load.

Misaki just made out a moan before Usagi was picking him up and throwing the computer door open wide.

The door slammed against the wall in Usagi's haste to enter their bedroom. Their lips mashing together in their haste and need. The sound of their harsh breaths and the removal of clothes were the only sounds in the room before the thud of a body hitting the bed.

Usagi didn't waste anytime undressing himself and Misaki wasn't far behind. Misaki threw his shirt off the bed somewhere and reached for his pants button. He wasn't wearing the any underwear. Usagi about cried, he was still wrestling with the cuffs of his shirt and vest. Misaki was there to help.

"Usagi you're wearing too many clothes." Gripping the bottom of Usagi's shirt he pulled the ends up out of his dress pants. "Let me help." He ripped the bottom buttons out. "Oops," Misaki looked up at Usagi threw his bangs, a bit of bashfulness coming through the heat in his gaze. Then it turned naughty. "Guess I'll have to sew them back on later." He proceeded to rip the rest of them off.

Usagi's pupils blew wide, his pants where open on a second and he was pouncing. Misaki welcomed him with open arms and legs. Pulling Usagi as close as he could get him. Kissing every bit of available skin and Usagi returned he favoring.

"Misaki. I love you." Usagi began to whisper. "I love you, I love you." Usually Misaki would blush and try to hide before giving in and drowning in his lust. But this time he didn't. He took the hand moving down his chest, Usagi's other already pulling his waist into position for plundering, moving his fingers to interlace them he looked into Usagi's raised eyes.

Moving to cup the side of Usagi's face, Misaki brought their interlaced fingers to his lips and kissed Usagi's fingers. "I love you too Usagi. I want to be with you forever. Just you. I love you so much my heartbeats too fast, so fast I think I could die. That it's soo full that it'll burst. I just want you to know that..." Misaki paused, the look in Usagi's face was one he hadn't seen before. He looked like he would cry but the happiness shining through made him look sooo young, innocent even. "Oh kami, how is it possible that I could fall for you even more. More and more. Always, I always fall harder. It's not fair. Usagi isn't fair. I can't compete with you. I love you but you always make me fall harder and it's already so hard to show you how I feel now." Misaki had tears in his eyes, his feelings for this one person making it hard for him to breath. He shook his head and leaned forward to meet Usagi in another kiss, it was harsh but so meaningful. "Love me Usagi, just me, always." Misaki asked in a plea, for head resting against Usagi's.

Usagi nodded. Rubbing his nose against the damp cheek before him. He pressed a soft kiss against Misaki's neck, just below his ear. "I'll love you forever, your mine! Your only mine Misaki, and I'll keep making you fall in love with me as many times as I have to, so that you'll only think of me." Several kisses followed in a trail downwards to his chest. Misaki couldn't breath. Shallow gasps kept escaping his lips. His free hand moving up and down Usagi's back. Grasping any available skin that he could reach. His fingers tightening even more in Usagi's grasp.

"Yes! Yes!" He kept calling out, as if a prayer. Misaki's hips rolling upwards. "Please, Usagi! I'm burning." He begged. He had wanted to make Usagi beg, had wanted to ride Usagi's hips and make him quiver in sexual frustration. But he was the one frustrated. He needed Usagi. "Now!" His voice and mind cried out.

Usagi didn't waste another second. He reached for the lube that was always on the side table. From long practice he covered his fingers and brought them to Misaki's entrance. He slide them around the puckered hole. It quivered, Usagi groaned again. He had never been soo close to an orgasm before. He usually had enough control to bring Misaki to heights of a quivering mess. But Misaki's (successful) attempt at seduction and unexpected confession had him at his limits. But he wouldn't hurt Misaki. He couldn't. He finally slid his long middle finger in. They both moaned at the feeling. Misaki squirmed, he was already used to Usagi's girth so one finger wasn't enough.

Usagi entered a second one, his pointer finger. They moved in tandem; in and out, in and out. Scissoring them to stretch out the walls of Misaki's channel. By the time a third finger was entered, Misaki was pushing back into them with vigor. Moaning and squirming, his moans where driving Usagi insane. He couldn't wait anymore.

Pulling out his long digits, Misaki moaned at the empty feeling left behind, Usagi covered his erection with more of the lube and positioned himself. "Misaki look at me." He moved Misaki's face to look him in the eye. Misaki's face was flushed a beautiful red of sexual exertion. Misaki took a finger in his mouth. Tasting himself. He moaned again, joined by Usagi himself. "I'm going to full fill your wish, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't move. And your going to watch me every second of it." Misaki nodded his head. Usagi grabbed a pillow to help position him so he could watch Usagi's weeping erection positioned at his hole. Misaki whined in need. Usagi leaned back into his calves and thrust into Misaki. Misaki yelped and Usagi moaned. And then he was pistoning his hips, entering from tip to hip into Misaki.

After that, it all became a blur for Misaki of sexual bliss. Usagi kept his promise. He fucked Misaki in very position he could think of, having Misaki watch every move of his hips until he forgot how many times he organismed. Usagi was relentless. The feel of Usagi's seed entering him time after time, filling him full, kept making him burn hotter instead of cooling him down. He begged for more, more, and more. Usagi gave everything he had until they both collapsed in exhaustion hours later. Both falling into deep, spent sleep.