A/N: { Hey guys! It's been awhile, I know... Anyways, hope you enjoy it since I've got a ton of PMs about this story. Might as well make my readers happy. c: }

[The female author in this chapter is an OC for my dearest friend! All the other characters are not created by me, well, everyone knows that. LOL ]

His forest green eyes scanned the living room, realizing he had mistakenly fell asleep on the couch... again. It wasn't his fault though! Everyone was in and out of the condo just to get his Landlord's manuscripts on time to be edited, printed, and published. Now these past weeks have felt uncomfortable with the same routine and the same people invading their home and Akihiko leaving periodically to the office. Misaki was beginning to ponder his thoughts on when he would have time for himself...

"Misaki", the sensation of a big warm hand rustled the top of his hair. "You're still asleep?"

The boy blinked to exit his minor thoughts and gazed up at the male, who was keeping a straight face, "Baka! I was..." His pupils quickly darted to the clock above the calendar. "Wah! Impossible! It really can't be that late! I'm late, late!", Misaki's legs swung over the cushions, letting his injured hand clank the cast against the corner of the coffee table, leaving him unintentionally frozen.

Usagi's brow irked with curiosity as to why the male had stopped in his tracks, "Misaki...?"

The brunette let out a crackle sound, deep within his throat as he plopped back on the couch curling up in agonizing pain. His Landlord sighed, shaking his head in disbelief walking to the kitchen to grab a mug from the cabinet, "... I'll call you in today letting the University know you were-"

"No, no, no... No!", Misaki, once again, got riled up from his lover's sentences. "I mean... I can call myself, I don't need some 'Well-Known Author' dictating my every problem with this world! I can handle things myself you know!" His knees tucked under himself to boost back up on the cushions and lean his torso on the couches' backboard to glower at his lover.

"Unlike you, I've worked hard to get where I am in life and was able to establish my own income at an early age. I'm also older and wiser than you, don't test me Misaki", his own legs walked him over to the babbling brunette and placed his empty mugs' handle in the crease of his lover's hand.

"Mph... Usagi...", he narrowed his eyelids at the older male, while the man just resumed a cocking grin. "Once in awhile, you're going to be relying on me!"

"Oh? What am I relying on?", Usagi's lips lightly pecked at the male's wrinkled forehead, to calm the tension. Misaki's instinct caved into the airy kiss and choked on his words.

"You... Gah... Um... S-Stop!", Misaki's arm flew up in defense to push away the heavier chest. His eyelids narrowed making him process a thought, "If you're going to try and smooth talk me into staying to work for you, it's not working! I'm going to go to college, pay back nii-chan, and become someone bigger and better known than you!" Usagi's eyes widen at the shouting the frailer male possessed within him.

"If you say so... Remember Misaki, I will make you work for me one day... Just not in that sort of 'work' you had in mind~", he slyly wander off and upstairs to his office, leaving Misaki cowering in fear.

"Damn you Usagi-san..."

-Ring, ring-

His jean pocket vibrated against his thigh indicating a call, meaning, 'How should I lie this time?'. Misaki's fingers pinched down into the depths of the material and plucked out the shaking object, flipping it open to press against his ear, "Hello, Takahashi Misaki speaking..."

"Takahashi, sir, you're... You're assigned for the day to complete a task for us... We've notified your school and everything that you will be on a business trip for a few days. Please attend Marukawa Publishing immediately. Thank you!"

Before his lips could even part, the line hung up with everything being forced into set-and-stone. Misaki continued to replay the call throughout his mind, trying to find some reasonable explanation why the company would need him to work in such short notice.

"...I...", his lips pressed into a straight line, contemplating on what to tell Usagi-san. The silver haired male stopped halfway down the staircase, studying the younger man sitting on the couch. He sat upright, gazing down at the open cell phone.

"Misaki?"

"Huh? Oh! I thought you went upstairs to work?", his green eyes flickered with uneasiness as he watched his lover finish the remaining steps to the floor.

"I came back to get my coffee... You still haven't made a pot?", his brows furrowed together causing a wrinkle of confusion, staring down at the cup in the brunette's hand. The boy leapt from his seat to plant his feet firmly on the ground, "I-I'm sorry! I forgot! I'll go do that! Ah ha ha..."

Akihiko pinched his chin while the other hand grasped at his own elbow, thinking of reasons why Misaki could be so jittery this morning. He sauntered over to the rushing movements Misaki made, fidgeting every time he heard his Landlord step closer. Right when he stuck the pot into the coffee machine, he relieved himself with a sigh. Usagi-san was an inch away from the strands of hair that were in it's usual messy state, but he withdrew his hand back to his side. His decision to leave him alone may be the only outcome towards this situation...

Akihiko nonchalantly backed away from the figure and leaned himself against the opposite counter edge, "..." Misaki's body felt the warm presence dissipate from behind him as the cool air was all that he felt. He turned himself around to notice the purple hues eagerly awaiting for the green ones to find them. The pause between them pertained nothing relevant to the matter, just pure curiosity to wonder why they were holding secrets in this relationship...

"Usagi-san... I got a p-...", his sentence was interrupted by the 'beep' of the machine that the coffee was done. The corner of his lips tugged into a small smile as he hung his head, shaking in astonishment at the 'perfect timing'. His body started to turn towards the pot until Akihiko extended his arm to twirl the boy into his loving embrace. His lips smashed against the soft ones, savoring the moment of this rare opportunity. Misaki's usual mood of self-restraint gave in to the needy kiss. It had been quite some time since the two had had any arousing encounter and oh hell did he need this one.

Their lips parted for the lost breath, leaving the two heavily panting. Akihiko's fingers crept along the small of his lover's back and press deeper into the tender spot that caused the boy to fall into him breathless. He cautiously made way to the floorboard trying to lay the two of them down. Misaki's fingers slipped from the male's shoulders with pure pleasure, gnawing anxiously back at Usagi's upper lip. Something new and utterly strange came over him that he just could not put up a fight. All he wanted was for Usagi-san to take him here and now.

"Ngh... U-Usagi-san...", he mumbled over the steadily paced lips that refused to let him finish his words. Misaki's lips trembled as his body jerked with the needy sensation to be touched all over. The harsh aching began to pulsate underneath his trousers making him whimper uncontrollably each time Akihiko nipped at his neck and jawline. "... T-Touch me!..."

Another pause struck between them.

'Did I just... Say TOUCH ME?', Misaki's eyes widen, thinking to himself.

Misaki's first motive was to protest what had been revealed, but without a doubt Usagi-san knew that, that was his secret desire all this time. Without further hesitation, Usagi-san strummed his fingers at the mount that formed under the rough material, earning a pleasured cry from the man below him. The meatier part of Misaki's thumb placed itself between his top and lower teeth, biting from the long awaited arousal.

"Misaki... Do you like when I touch you here..", the silvered hair male huskily whispered beside the reddening ears of his lover's sheepish listening.

"D-Don't say that...", he buried his face into the crook of his own arm. Akihiko smiled and pushed away the arm to show the blushing expression.

"I love you", his fingers slipped from the slim forearm to caress the warm cheek of the boy's to keep his gaze on him. "Never leave me... Please Misaki...", he collapsed himself on top of the boy and pressed his face into the brunette's neck, holding him tighter than ever before. Misaki's attention came back to realization that he wasn't the only one feeling neglected in some form... Usagi-san was hurting as well...

"U-Usagi-san... Are you feeling well?", he testily stroked the silver locks with his non-injured one. Usagi didn't react to the gesture and continued to lay there with a firm hold. Misaki's voice diminished away and laid there quietly. Something hot and wet dripped on the protruding bone of his neck forcing him to turn his head to face somewhat of his lover.

'Is Usagi-san crying?...', his thoughts raced not knowing how to comfort the tough lover. '... Usagi-san... I love you... I won't ever leave you...'

Misaki without any control kissed the temple of his partner's for what seemed to be an eternity. Akihiko buried his face deeper into the boney shoulder and rested his arm tighter around the waist. Misaki wanting a more "Usagi-san" gesture, laid his head back to stare at the ceiling. He too was developing tears along his waterline until they spilled over, causing him to gasp unintentionally.

'Crap! I... Why am I crying now?!', he bit his quivering lip to try and hold back the repeating gasps.

He untangled his fingers from the locks of hair and placed them over his mouth, shutting his eyelids to suppress the tears. His hand was removed from his lips, being replaced by familiar thin ones. Misaki's eyes opened slightly, seeing the single-tear stained cheek that his partner possessed, kiss him passionately and comforting. Akihiko brushed his lips once more and withdrew himself a few inches away to observe the reaction of the boy. He looked clueless and confused all at the same time, not really knowing what just happened making the matter worse...

"Usagi-san... Please don't cry... I wouldn't know what to do with myself... Or how to fix you... Or... Or...", he was cluttering all his statements together unsure of how to clear the depressed tension.

Akihiko lightly squeezed his fingers under the male's armpits and scooped him up and onto his lap, giving him a sweet peck. Misaki shut his eyelids, trying to figure out why they were feeling so broken, yet they were together now...

-Ring, ring-

"A-Ah!", Misaki refocused on his surroundings and spotted the phone on the wooden floor, bouncing to the vibration. He was ready to turn and get up from the encounter until he focused back on the male who was frowning down at him. "I have to get that... Usagi-san...", the ball of his feet pressed on the ground as he arched himself up and over to pick up the cellphone, flipping up the top frame.

"H-Hello?"

"Takahashi! We really need you at the office now! It's urgent! Thirty minutes you need to get here by!", the man hung up his phone, again, leaving Misaki without any input. He closed his phone and looked at the clock that appeared.

"I'll drive you, Misaki."

His eyes found the purple ones and nodded not knowing how to respond anymore. He was forced to go to work for something he had no idea what it was.

The red sports car raced down the streets heading for his own work and his lover's. He halted the car with the loose breaks and pushed the stick into park. Misaki's hand was gripping at his knee, worried that him and Usagi weren't okay and that this may be the peak of their breakup...

Akihiko placed his big hand over the small digits and squeezed, "I love you, Misaki."

Misaki quickly whipped his head to stare at the man's confession and blinked with uncertainty. Usagi-san lifted the small hand and pressed his pursed lips to the knuckles and lightly placed it back on the knee. Misaki blushed looking away and pushed his door open to step out of the car and go inside the tall building. His hand grasping at the door handle, tilted his head back to see the car speeding down the nearby street.

"I love you too..."

"Finally! Sir, Takahashi has arrived!", the man escorted Misaki, dragging him up into Isaka's office.

"Ah! Takahashi, how are you today? Wonderful I'm assuming as you always are!", his upbeat presence turned into a quick hug and exchange of dragging Misaki into a nearby seat. "Now lets get started shall we?"

Misaki blinked taking note on how unusual the office was being. Actually, they were always unusual, but today they're just incredibly 'too happy'...

"M-May I ask what's going on?...", Misaki's words were shaky for speaking out among his superior. Isaka laughed cheerfully as he answered his worker, "You've been assigned a trip to meet a new Author! She's not in great shape due to the deadlines fast approaching, but knowing you and your positive attitude can bring her back on her feet!"

"Oh well I-"

"I've already got your ticket for the train and I wish you the best of luck!", Isaka planted the ticket firmly in the boy's hand and helped him up and out the door. After he slammed the door, he irked a brow, "Wait... Was Misaki wearing a cast?"

Misaki outside of the door stood for a minute in shock at how fast the discussion went and how he still didn't get a say in the matter. He shook his head to regain focus and read the ticket, "Condo 23... Floor 7... Alright Misaki, you can do this... Then you can go home and talk with Usagi-san..." His own pep talk was bringing his mood down... He tucked the ticket in his pocket and continued out to the garage-level to meet up with the chauffer.

Akihiko lit another cigarette, inhaling the fumes before exhaling the puff of smoke. He took a swig from the beer bottle and rested it on his upper thigh groaning at the mirrored empty couch, "Mph..."

-Ring, ring-

He looked at the coffee table with his phone moving with the vibration, impatiently grabbing the phone answering, "Misaki?!"

"No, this is Isaka! Though, I just sent Misaki away to meet up with an author... Anywho! I'm here to congratulate you in-"

"An author?! Who did you send him to!", his fingers clamped around the plastic case, almost breaking it from the jealousy.

"Just an author, Akihiko! Now please, let me just congratulate you and-"

"Where is Misaki?"

"Unclassified business does not pertain to you Akihiko, now please... You've won the honorary prize of winning Author of the month! Be at the celebration approximately five hours from now. I promise Misaki will be there..."

Usagi-san calmed himself after hearing that his lover will be attending the event with him. Though he still wanted to know where he is, Isaka hung up from the line. His index finger and thumb pulled the cylinder-object from his lips and pressed the butt of it in the ash tray, "...Hmph..."

The brunette male made his way up the 7th flight of stairs, bent over with his hands gripping at his knees panting, "Gah! Of all... Days... The elevator would... would be broken..." He lifted his chin to see an older gentleman in his late sixties pass him on the flight of stairs without heaving like he was. He glowered, "I'm really... Out of shape..."

He used the back of his hand to wipe away the residue of sweat and made it to room 23 with two knocks.

No answer?...

Misaki knocked again and the room just echoed the hit as if no one was living in there. He excused himself out loud, trespassing into the woman's place wandering the dark halls like a horror film. His pupils found the only source of light coming from a small room, making him feel even worse about being in the abandon home. He strolled slowly down the hallway until he reached the doorframe and peeked a head inside seeing no one inside.

"I guess no one is home...?", Misaki raised a brow confused on why he was sent here if no one was even here. Two taps on his back caused a shiver to ripple up his body as he slowly turned around.

"Why are you in my home...?", dark hair covered the face of the shorter thing and spoke with a shaky finger pointing at him. Misaki screamed feeling the tears fill up the corner of his crease, turning for the other direction. He sprinted like no tomorrow trying to make it to the door and face planted into the tile. He groggily sat himself up rubbing his bleeding nose and fixating his gaze at the door. Misaki heard a crack behind him, turning himself slowly around while cupping his nose to see the creature outstretching it's arm at him.

"Ah! Don't hurt me! Please, I'm too young to die!", he cringed in fear feeling the tears stream down his cheeks, over dramatizing the situation. The thing withdrew it's hand and brushed the hair out of it's face.

"Oh... Are you Takahashi Misaki?"

Misaki opened his eyes and answered, "... H-How do you know my name?"

"They told me you'd be coming over... Sorry if my place is a mess... I'm figuring out that I'd rather live in a dark space where no one can find me for all eternity...", the young woman looked like death itself trying to overcome her light voice from over exhaustion. Misaki finally took notice at the young woman's features and gasped, "Y-You're Miss Minako!"

She chuckled at the mention of her name, "... That'd be me... Who'd you think I was, an evil ghost? Ha ha..."

"Ha ha... yeah!...", he looked away awkwardly.

'How do authors do this type of work... I'm reconsidering working at this place...", he thought to himself trying to watch the woman stagger over her own feet, giggling.

"Well, I'm going to bed now. Night!", she fell forward into his chest hitting his cast.

"Mmph!", Misaki bit his bottom lip to keep him from waking her up. He breathed heavily through his nostrils trying to calm himself. Miss Minako's arms snaked around his neck and groaned into his shoulder. A blush spread across his cheeks not used to the touch of a woman like this before.

"M-Miss Minako?... Hey, um... We have to start working on these manuscripts...", waiting for a reply, he sighed and tried to use all his strength and one handedly drag her over to the couch. She fell back instantly into the cushions and giggled as if she were drunk from one too many drinks. He quickly went to the kitchen sink to clean his nose from the previous fall he took and wandered back over to where the woman was. Misaki's eyelids narrowed down at her to think of a way to help her.

"Miss Minako! I'm having a baby!", he stared wide eyed at the wall at his sudden explosion of a random line from a movie he watched the other night. She stirred in her sleep to sit up and responded loudly.

"Let me help you... Deliver that baby!... Ha ha...", she was about to fall back until Misaki gripped her shoulder. He cocked his head to the left noticing she was about twenty-two years old. "You're really young..."

She enlarged her awakening eyes at him and slapped his cheek, "How dare you!"

"W-What did I do?"

"Calling me old!"

"What?! N-No I didn't! I called you really young!", he waved his hand in front of himself to defend anymore hits. She rubbed her eyes and yawned up at him, "I'm sorry... I'm not all there if you've noticed... I've stayed up for four... No wait, five? Maybe six... a ton of days and I'm tired..."

Misaki felt sympathetic for her since he has dealt with Usagi-san for a while.

"Wait! Usagi-san! Oh man, I have to get home..."

Misaki on the verge of exploiting how he had to get home, froze when she was about to fall back asleep. He had a job to do and his job is too important to let go right now... Especially since there aren't any job openings for the remainder of the year...

"Alright Miss Minako, let me help you work on those manuscripts!"

Akihiko parked his car and stepped out. His heart felt as if it was sinking lower and lower into the depths of a bottomless ocean. He needed to be with his lover sooner than later or else he wouldn't know how to react anymore...

"Akihiko! Come, come! The party has already started, but that's okay! You're just in time for your speech!", Isaka and his co-workers were beside him helping guide them back to the main room. When they all entered the archway, the guests and authors clapped for the praise Akihiko deserved for winning such a prestigious award. His main goal was to scope out his partner in order to give him back his emotions that he longed for. Misaki was everything to him...

Isaka pushed the older male onto the stand and gestured a 'Go' motion for the silver haired man to speak. Usagi-san began, "Good evening, thank you for joining us tonight. It's an award I'm graciously accepting due to the many long hours of great inspiration, time-and-effort, and support. My editor, Aikawa, she really helped me make the deadlines...", he paused to give the audience a chance to chuckle and clap for the lovely editor and her reaction. "I'd also like to thank a special someone who...", Usagi's eyes scanned the entire ballroom and nowhere in sight was Misaki. His mood was slipping into a depression, "... I... would like to... to thank..."

He was guided off stage by Isaka's co-workers, leaving Isaka to speak into the microphone, "That's all! Thanks again and enjoy the party!~" Each guest clapped slowly and let the music start back up to fix the atmosphere.

"What's gotten into you Akihiko?", Isaka ran up to the silver haired man and playfully tapped his broad shoulder. The cold, stiff male looked as if he was about to collapse. "Hey, you're not caught up in some type of drama around the office right? Or you got into a fight with someone?"

Usagi shook his head and waved the men off, slipping out of the gentlemen's hold on him, "I'm leaving... Now."

The young woman in her office laughed heartily, hugging her intern of the day. Misaki hugged her back, patting her upper back for the hard work she put in, "You did great finishing the final touches! Now it can be edited and hopefully published!"

"Of course! Thanks to you, I'm able to sleep and relax... Please take care Misaki... Y-You really, really saved me today...", she blushed at the younger male and kissed him on his cheek. Misaki gawked with his mouth gaped open.

"S-She kissed my cheek... A woman kissed my cheek...", he looked at her changed mood as she smiled cutely at him. "... I didn't feel anything when she kissed me though... Does this mean something... Have I figured out the truth about Usagi-san and I?"

"I-I have to go now! You're welcome for today and thank you for having me!", he grabbed his jacket that he took off in her heated condo and slid in each arms. His feet stepped together as his hands pressed to the side of his hips, bowing for respect to allow himself to dash out the room and into the elevator.

"I'm coming home Usagi!"

The train stopped at the correct destination for Misaki to jump out as soon as those automatic doors opened. He had to find his lover and tell him what happened! Once he got to the sidewalks edge, he rose an arm and hollered at the taxi cabs, but they continued to bypass him.

"Dammit! I'll run then!", he took a step to boost himself into a sprint. He made it to the first block and stopped gripping at his knees huffing out hot air. "I really am out of shape..."

"Hey Takahashi!"

He rolled himself up and saw a young man walk out of the book store, "Ah! Todo! I need a favor!"

"Yeah anything! Oh I bought the newest release of The Kan! Want to read it with me?", he smiled excitedly at the bag that held their favorite author's manga. Misaki gleamed all starry eyed at the bag, "Yes!... Wait, no! Not tonight at least! I need to get back to my apartment! Can you take me there?"

Todo chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's a Vespa... I'm sure we can fit!"

The Vespa was still rolling when Misaki leapt off the bike, "H-Hey Takahashi!"

He landed awkwardly on his ankle, rolling it slightly, "I-I'm fine! Thanks... Again!" His legs carried him through the pain that shot up his side and made it in the elevator. It came to it's end and opened the double doors allowing him to race out and over to their door. His fingers shuffled things around in his compact pocket and pulled out the key to enter. His voice was trembling, "Usagi-san!"

Silence filled the condo...

"Usagi-san...", he pressed his back to the wall and slid down it. Tears formed from all the tension he's kept inside. Not only was he sexually frustrated, he was more frustrated on how easily he's neglected his lover. Realizing that all this time, he was the problem... Not Usagi. No matter how busy his Landlord was, he still made time for him. When he's busy and Usagi was busy, he never strived to give any attention to the older male...

His tear filled eyes noticed a packaged gift on the coffee table. Curiously, he wiped his tears and stumbled over to the present and read the card,

'Dear Akihiko, congratulations on winning the award for Author of the month! Hope this is well used! -Aikawa'

"He won an award...?", his heart dropped instantly feeling horrible. "All this time... He was working day and night for this award...", Misaki choked on the last word before his next motive. "I have to go congratulate him at the office!"

The taxi that Misaki called arrived at Marukawa Publishing. He paid what was owed and slammed the car door, hobbling inside the building. Misaki made it to the elevator when a sign read, 'Closed for renovations'.

"Stairs... Really... Not again...", he wiped his fingers down the side of his face in agony. "Usagi would do it for me..."

Misaki inhaled his courage and place his foot on the step, yelping back as soon as the injured foot tried to push up to the next incline. Nothing else would work so crawling was the next option. A good fifteen minutes went by for him to finally crawl with two legs and one arm up the flight of stairs and to the ballroom. Isaka was strolling by with his hands tucked deep in his pants pockets whistling when he looked over his shoulder at the poor boy on the floor.

"Takahashi? Oh it is you! You came! Glad you can make it. Akihiko went home two hours ago. I'm sure you'll see him at home. In the meantime, come party!", his hyper attitude covered up the many questions he could of asked the young man on the floor.

"He went home two hours ago? I was just there! Gah, Isaka-san I need a ride!, Misaki's heart started to beat faster at the thought that Usagi could be anywhere. If he doesn't find him soon... Who knows what will happen.

Dun Dun Dunnn~ c; CLIFFHANGER! Thanks for reading! Please review your thoughts on this chapter! It's almost 5,000 words! New chapter recorded! :D