Forever and ever...and then some. [Junjou Romantica | R | Misaki/Usagi]
Title: Forever and ever...and then some.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: R
Summary: Misaki and Usagi go to a wedding that leaves Usagi wanting something more.
Notes: Originally written for junjou100 except it got long and I don't like not using fake LJ-cuts, ahaha. So it goes here! Also, moderately self-beta'd.
Word Count: 3,230
Usagi sighed. He would have been perfectly content not to be here - in fact, he had planned on it - but Fuyuhiko seemed to know how to get around him, now that Misaki felt comfortable enough around him. Usagi didn't mind it, at first; except now he found himself seeing more of the family and having to share his time with Misaki with others. And he really didn't like that.
He turned to his right, a bored look on his face. "Misaki, do you want to g-"
His question trailed off into nothingness. Misaki's face was lit up in a way Usagi knew he had never seen before: his eyes were watering and his cheeks were tinged with a colour just on the border between red and pink. It struck something solid in Usagi, who wanted nothing more than to take Misaki home, make love to him, and then hold him (whether he agreed or not).
We're going.
I need to be with you now. Alone.
I forgot to tell you, Takahiro said he would be calling now. We have to rush home or we'll miss him.
Misaki, I...
All the words that came to mind seemed to vanish from his tongue before he could speak them. Frustrated, Usagi reached for Misaki's hand, enjoying the contrast of skin and of the difference of their palms. Misaki looked over at him, smiling through the tears; Usagi's throat constricted and his chest burned with the desire to comfort him, to make him his, to...to do all sorts of things that would just be him and Misaki, forever, or even beyond that.
He squeezed Misaki's hand, hoping he could transmit the feeling through touch. The light green eyes blinked back at him and Usagi leaned in, kissing him gently. When he pulled back, it was to see even darker cheeks and a flustered, yet surprisingly quiet Misaki.
"...I now pronounce you husband and wife..."
Usagi heard the audience clapping - from Kaoruko's side of the family and that of the man she'd married - but his eyes were fixed on his target.
"Come on," he said, tugging Misaki upward. "We're going."
"What? Why?!"
Usagi grunted in place of an actual response.
"Usagi-san! Let go!"
"No."
They were nearing the car, Misaki wiping at his eyes as he yelled at Usagi to stop, it wasn't right just leaving like this, and what if everyone saw? What if Fuyuhiko called them and... "Oh god, I don't even want to think about that! Just when he started to be okay with me...."
Usagi's hands slammed down on the passenger side of his red sports car, on either side of Misaki's head. He leaned in, blue eyes sharp and intense. "You're not going out with my father," he said coldly. "You're going out with me."
"I know who I'm going out with!" said Misaki in a mix of exasperation and anger.
"Then get in the car," said Usagi, unlocking the door before opening it and shoving Misaki inside.
He did none of the talking while Misaki did all of it, asking where they were going, why was he speeding, he could get a ticket ("and don't tell me it's not a big expense! It's bad for your driving record, too!"), hey don't slow down so fast, and why were they going to a hotel now when home was only another 15 minutes away?
"Because I can't wait 15 more minutes."
Misaki's face was slowly turning into a colour that a tomato would have easily been threatened by. "Th-th-that's... You... Pervert!"
"Walk more quickly," said Usagi, locking the car behind him with his automatic key. He quickly registered them a room, not oblivious to - but also not caring about - the wary look of the young lady in reception as she handed them their key.
Misaki's arms were folded across his chest, as if in defense. Usagi smirked and was duly accused of being an even bigger pervert than Misaki had ever thought possible of him.
"Do you want to swipe the key?" asked Usagi, after pausing a moment. He held out the card - a simple, white, plastic thing, with a long green arrow down the side, denoting which way to insert it. Maybe I can smooth things over with this...
"...Usagi-san."
Misaki had a look on his face; Usagi knew it meant something, but he wasn't sure what. "Hmmm?"
"I'm not the weird one who enjoys doing simple things." He glared. "You are."
"Simple things? Like what?"
"I have two words for you: shopping cart."
Usagi dismissed this with a wave of his hand before inserting the key and pushing the door open as it released. "Kids have fun in those, too, you know," he said, holding the door ajar for Misaki to get through.
"You're not a little kid!"
"It's important to cherish your youth." The door closed behind Usagi and he shrugged out of his coat, throwing it carelessly over a chair, knowing it would irritate Misaki.
""You're not that old! And that's no excuse, besides!"
"Misaki."
"What?! I- ... Usagi-san?"
Ah. There it is. That cute, confused voice I love so much...
"Is... Are you feeling okay? Do you need to lie down?" Misaki didn't turn around, Usagi's arms wrapped around him from behind; but he placed one hand tentatively on the long, thick knuckles. "Is that why we came here?"
"No," answered Usagi, breathing out against Misaki's neck. He enjoyed the shiver of the younger man and held him closer.
"I can't breathe - you're squeezing too tight-"
"Misaki..." Usagi lowered his head, kissing Misaki's neck. "I want you to be mine."
"What's this all of a sudden? And seriously - stop squeezing!"
Usagi's hands let up a little, but he kept Misaki close. "I need you, Misaki."
"You already have me!" He let out a loud sigh of frustration.
"It's not enough."
"Not enough? What, you want me to get branded or something?"
"..."
"I'm not getting branded!" Misaki turned his head to glare at Usagi, eyes softening when he saw the expression in the uncertain, desperate blue eyes. I knew I shouldn't have looked at him, thought Misaki. I always end up agreeing to things when he makes that face. I just hate seeing him sad...
Usagi's fingers softly ran up and down Misaki's left arm, thumbing the space of skin between his pinky and middle finger. "Would it be so bad?" he asked, voice soft.
"Would it- Yes! I'm not a cow!" said Misaki, some of his former impatience showing; though he couldn't muster all of it - not with Usagi still looking like that. "I don't want my skin to say 'property of Usagi'!"
"I don't want you to change anything about your body, Misaki."
"Good!"
"I just...want you to wear something," continued Usagi.
Is his voice shaking? Misaki wondered. His own heartbeat was speeding up. He didn't always like when Usagi would get possessive of him, but something about the tone was making him anxious...almost like he wanted Usagi to want him. Realising this, Misaki made sure to keep his mouth shut for a while before he accidentally did something stupid, like say it aloud.
"Wear?" repeated Misaki.
"A ring," said Usagi. His thumb ran over the same space again, more softly this time. "Here."
Misaki blinked. "But, Usagi...that's where people wear it if they're getting marr-"
The room's silence rivaled that of a coffin.
"...Usagi-san," said Misaki, his head bowed. He had no idea what he was about to say. Thoughts were rushing around in his head - predominant NO!s and MAYBE!s and one tiny, unsure, nervous, and hesitant YES. "I-"
"I would wear one, too," said Usagi, his deep voice cutting through Misaki's thoughts. His hand slid upward, along Misaki's chest towards his chin, which he tilted upward. His grey fringe hung before his eyes, but Misaki could still make out the blue behind: intense, gentle, loving...and a little scared.
"Your hands are shaking, Usagi-san," said Misaki quietly, just before their lips met. His eyes closed at the feel of Usagi's tongue slipping into his mouth, wet and aggressive and sweet all at once. Thoughts and doubts slowly ebbed away at the feel of Usagi's other palm sliding up against his back, beneath his shirt.
"So are yours," breathed Usagi before kissing him again; grip tightening until he was holding Misaki in his arms like a bride over a threshold.
"Don't carry me like this, baka-Usagi!" said Misaki, flustered and more terrified than he could remember being in a long time. They were heading towards the bedroom - but that was something he had slowly been getting used to, over time. What made his heart race was the way Usagi lowered him onto the comforter and the care he took to undress him; the kisses across his chest and stomach; the wet feel of tongue and sucking as he hardened; the strange sensations of too-thick fingers preparing him before Usagi positioned himself, sliding in and thrusting, letting out a low, dark sigh - an exhalation, maybe of feelings or just lust.
Misaki decided it was both. He arched against the pillows beneath him, wondering in the back of his mind how they were going to clean this up afterward. Usagi wasn't concerned with such things and slipped his hand around Misaki's cock, stroking and warming the skin with the center of his palms - the only parts that were usually warm, his fingertips being ice-cold most of the time. Misaki had no time to wonder if it was because of his circulation as Usagi positioned himself deeper, driving in at an angle that left both gasping. Misaki cried out, feeling his orgasm approaching.
"I...I love you, Misaki," Usagi whispered, groaning out his name as he came. Their foreheads were touching and perhaps it was the way Usagi's breath hitched at his name, or the tenderness of his words in contrast to the sharp thrusts inside him that made his eyes tear up, his arms wrapping around Usagi's neck and holding him close. He felt the warm release inside of him, silent tears falling across his too-warm cheeks, the thought I love you, I love you, I love you... overtaking everything else.
His body spasmed and he came in Usagi's hand, forehead buried against his neck; none of the words in his head forming on his tongue - nothing leaving his mouth except: "Usagi-san...."
He looked up at the utterance of his name, using his clean hand to brush away sweat-stained strands of hair from Misaki's face. "I love you," he repeated.
Me too.
I love you, too.
I don't want to leave your side. Ever.
"I'm tired," murmured Misaki. His eyes closed and warm lips pressed to his cheek, then his forehead.
"Then sleep," said Usagi, pulling out and wrapping around him. "I'll be here when you wake up."
I need you echoed across both minds before soft snores emanated from one side of the room and Usagi headed towards the bathroom to find a towel.
-
"You..." Misaki was out of words. He usually had so many! But he couldn't think of one - not one - as he stared into the little box Usagi had just tossed him.
"Put it on."
Misaki blinked at Usagi; then the box; and then repeated this several times before Usagi sighed impatiently and reached for the small band of silver, slowly pushing it onto Misaki's ring finger. He held up his own left hand afterward.
"I already put mine on."
Misaki blinked at his finger. The silver band was thinner than Usagi's, and made him look tanner than he was. It was also...
Unnecessary.
Overpriced, probably!
Sweet. Really, really unnecessary!
"How much-"
"You can't put a price on love, Misaki," said Usagi, leaving him and ascending the stairs to his room.
"Yes, you can! And your price is too much!"
The door closed and Misaki sat down on the couch, trying like hell to look pissed off; his thumb rubbing back and forth over the foreign band of metal that now matched Usagi's.
-
"What's that?"
"Huh?"
Sumi leaned over, grabbing Misaki's hand. His thumb slid over the warm ring, very much like Usagi had done in the past two weeks. That smug bastard, Misaki added silently.
"It's...nothing!" said Misaki nervously, grabbing his hand back.
Unconvinced, Sumi stood, towering threateningly over Misaki.
"S-S-Senpai?"
"It looks like a wedding ring, Misaki," said Sumi, placing one hand on the desk and leaning closer.
Our lips are practically touching! thought Misaki, panicking. It would be just his luck if Usagi showed up now...
"Did you and Usami-sensei get married?"
"M-Married? Don't be ridiculous!" Misaki forced a laugh. "How can two guys be married?"
Sumi stared back, emotionless. "The same way two guys can fuck."
"S-S-S-S-Sumi-senpai!" This conversation was getting difficult to handle.
The glare from Sumi's glasses made it impossible to tell if he was upset, annoyed, or bored. He sighed and stood up, arms crossed. "So? How long has this happy arrangement been going on?" he asked, a wry-looking smile on his face.
"It's nothing! It's just some jewelry," muttered Misaki.
"I see," said Sumi. He leaned in again. "So if I got you a necklace to wear, that would be okay?"
Misaki's eyes widened in terror. Usagi-san would kill me.
Sumi laughed. "So maybe it's not just 'some jewelry' after all, Misaki-kun?"
"Yeah...well...."
"Did he get it inscribed?"
Misaki looked at him questioningly. "Inscribed? Why would he do that?"
Shrugging, Sumi returned to his seat across the table. "It seems like the sort of thing he'd do."
...It does, thought Misaki. He looked at his hand suspiciously, as if it had just betrayed him. Waiting for Sumi to go back to studying, Misaki slowly slid the ring off.
-
"USAGI-SAN!"
"What is it?" Usagi turned away from his keyboard, taking his glasses off and looking with concern at Misaki, who was huffing in shallow bursts, trying to get his breath back.
He'd run the entire way here, before Usagi could pick him up at school; in fact, he'd cut two classes (one of which was with Kamijou the Devil Professor, so he wasn't that sorry about it).
"Do you want to sit down?"
Misaki yanked the ring off his finger and held it close to Usagi's face. "WHAT IS THIS?!"
Usagi blinked. "The ring I gave you."
"Not that, stupid!" Misaki tiled the ring, holding it towards the light so that the words on the inside shone clear enough to read. He pointed at them. "That! What's that?"
Unphased, Usagi answered: "An inscription."
"An inscription?" asked Misaki, hands balling into fists. "IT SAYS 'PROPERTY OF USAGI' ON IT!"
Misaki's breathing was the only thing heard in the small office for the next thirty seconds.
Then Usagi opened his mouth.
"...And?"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" screamed Misaki.
"Your own husband?"
"YES, MY OWN HUS- MY... AUGHHHHH!" Misaki clutched at his head; Usagi's words angered him as much as they...angered him some more.
Especially that one word - husband.
He hadn't really...thought about it like that.
Husband.
My husband.
Usagi-san is my husband.
And I am his...?
He pointed at Usagi's face. "I'M NOT THE BRIDE!"
"Are you stupid?" asked Usagi, frowning.
"I'M NOT!"
"How can you be the bride? You have a cock and take it up the-"
"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Misaki let go of his head. "So? THEN WHAT AM I?"
"The husband," replied Usagi, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You...YOU CAN'T HAVE TWO HUSBANDS!"
"We do."
"No, we don't! You can't just make stuff up like that!"
"I can."
Misaki yelled in frustration. "Well...I'm not wearing this anymore! So HA!"
Usagi merely looked at him for several seconds before standing up. Misaki resisted the urge to run away - the smart part of his brain, he'd think later - and blinked as his shirt was tugged upward to expose the space above his hips. Usagi placed two cold fingers to the warmth, making Misaki shudder.
"Fine," he said. "I'll brand you here instead."
"WHAT?!" Misaki tried to pry his hand off. "LET GO! YOU'RE NOT BRANDING ME!"
Usagi's hold was firm and unshakable; he leaned in, staring down at Misaki. "I don't want anyone else to touch you," he said, his voice soft but carrying an intensity to it that shot straight down Misaki's spine.
"You also said you didn't want me to change my body," Misaki grumbled, already sensing that he was going to lose.
The fingers rubbed more insistently against his hips, the friction warming them.
"Stop stealing my body heat," said Misaki.
"Then wear this," said Usagi, holding up Misaki's hand - the ring fisted tightly within it.
"...Fine," said Misaki, turning away and slipping it back on. It had gotten surprisingly cold, even though it had been in the center of his hand, where it should have the most heat. Misaki wondered at why that was.
"It's not just a ring, Misaki," said Usagi gently, reaching for his hand; the matching metal bands clicking against each other faintly. "It's a sign of love."
Maybe that's why... "-Oh." Misaki looked at Usagi. "Your hand's warm."
"Is it?" Usagi's right hand reached upward, lying against Misaki's cheek.
"That one isn't," said Misaki. "Just the one with the ring on it."
"I told you," said Usagi with a smug smile. "It's love."
Ignoring the implications of this statement, Misaki rebutted: "You said it was just a sign of love."
"If you believe in a sign enough, it becomes part of reality," said Usagi.
"That's...what?" asked Misaki, genuinely confused.
"If you believe that the rings signify love, then they become part of that love," said Usagi, ruffling Misaki's hair.
"That doesn't explain why your hand is warm," said Misaki when his hand stopped moving.
"It's from you," said Usagi, squeezing his hand. "Every time you put that ring on, I'm connected to you and we become one."
"That's stupid," said Misaki, letting go. He kept his head low, not wanting Usagi to see the pink already threatening to spread across his cheeks. "I have to make dinner now," he said, excusing himself abruptly and shutting the door behind him.
He walked down the stairs and made it all the way to the kitchen before sneaking another glance at his hand, and the metal lining that one solitary finger.
He looked behind him, at the closed door; then shook his head.
It's a stupid idea. A really stupid one.
But...
He ran one finger along the smooth metal, cool to his touch.
Misaki smiled.
Stupid, but kind of nice, he thought, opening the cabinets and starting dinner.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: R
Summary: Misaki and Usagi go to a wedding that leaves Usagi wanting something more.
Notes: Originally written for junjou100 except it got long and I don't like not using fake LJ-cuts, ahaha. So it goes here! Also, moderately self-beta'd.
Word Count: 3,230
Usagi sighed. He would have been perfectly content not to be here - in fact, he had planned on it - but Fuyuhiko seemed to know how to get around him, now that Misaki felt comfortable enough around him. Usagi didn't mind it, at first; except now he found himself seeing more of the family and having to share his time with Misaki with others. And he really didn't like that.
He turned to his right, a bored look on his face. "Misaki, do you want to g-"
His question trailed off into nothingness. Misaki's face was lit up in a way Usagi knew he had never seen before: his eyes were watering and his cheeks were tinged with a colour just on the border between red and pink. It struck something solid in Usagi, who wanted nothing more than to take Misaki home, make love to him, and then hold him (whether he agreed or not).
We're going.
I need to be with you now. Alone.
I forgot to tell you, Takahiro said he would be calling now. We have to rush home or we'll miss him.
Misaki, I...
All the words that came to mind seemed to vanish from his tongue before he could speak them. Frustrated, Usagi reached for Misaki's hand, enjoying the contrast of skin and of the difference of their palms. Misaki looked over at him, smiling through the tears; Usagi's throat constricted and his chest burned with the desire to comfort him, to make him his, to...to do all sorts of things that would just be him and Misaki, forever, or even beyond that.
He squeezed Misaki's hand, hoping he could transmit the feeling through touch. The light green eyes blinked back at him and Usagi leaned in, kissing him gently. When he pulled back, it was to see even darker cheeks and a flustered, yet surprisingly quiet Misaki.
"...I now pronounce you husband and wife..."
Usagi heard the audience clapping - from Kaoruko's side of the family and that of the man she'd married - but his eyes were fixed on his target.
"Come on," he said, tugging Misaki upward. "We're going."
"What? Why?!"
Usagi grunted in place of an actual response.
"Usagi-san! Let go!"
"No."
They were nearing the car, Misaki wiping at his eyes as he yelled at Usagi to stop, it wasn't right just leaving like this, and what if everyone saw? What if Fuyuhiko called them and... "Oh god, I don't even want to think about that! Just when he started to be okay with me...."
Usagi's hands slammed down on the passenger side of his red sports car, on either side of Misaki's head. He leaned in, blue eyes sharp and intense. "You're not going out with my father," he said coldly. "You're going out with me."
"I know who I'm going out with!" said Misaki in a mix of exasperation and anger.
"Then get in the car," said Usagi, unlocking the door before opening it and shoving Misaki inside.
He did none of the talking while Misaki did all of it, asking where they were going, why was he speeding, he could get a ticket ("and don't tell me it's not a big expense! It's bad for your driving record, too!"), hey don't slow down so fast, and why were they going to a hotel now when home was only another 15 minutes away?
"Because I can't wait 15 more minutes."
Misaki's face was slowly turning into a colour that a tomato would have easily been threatened by. "Th-th-that's... You... Pervert!"
"Walk more quickly," said Usagi, locking the car behind him with his automatic key. He quickly registered them a room, not oblivious to - but also not caring about - the wary look of the young lady in reception as she handed them their key.
Misaki's arms were folded across his chest, as if in defense. Usagi smirked and was duly accused of being an even bigger pervert than Misaki had ever thought possible of him.
"Do you want to swipe the key?" asked Usagi, after pausing a moment. He held out the card - a simple, white, plastic thing, with a long green arrow down the side, denoting which way to insert it. Maybe I can smooth things over with this...
"...Usagi-san."
Misaki had a look on his face; Usagi knew it meant something, but he wasn't sure what. "Hmmm?"
"I'm not the weird one who enjoys doing simple things." He glared. "You are."
"Simple things? Like what?"
"I have two words for you: shopping cart."
Usagi dismissed this with a wave of his hand before inserting the key and pushing the door open as it released. "Kids have fun in those, too, you know," he said, holding the door ajar for Misaki to get through.
"You're not a little kid!"
"It's important to cherish your youth." The door closed behind Usagi and he shrugged out of his coat, throwing it carelessly over a chair, knowing it would irritate Misaki.
""You're not that old! And that's no excuse, besides!"
"Misaki."
"What?! I- ... Usagi-san?"
Ah. There it is. That cute, confused voice I love so much...
"Is... Are you feeling okay? Do you need to lie down?" Misaki didn't turn around, Usagi's arms wrapped around him from behind; but he placed one hand tentatively on the long, thick knuckles. "Is that why we came here?"
"No," answered Usagi, breathing out against Misaki's neck. He enjoyed the shiver of the younger man and held him closer.
"I can't breathe - you're squeezing too tight-"
"Misaki..." Usagi lowered his head, kissing Misaki's neck. "I want you to be mine."
"What's this all of a sudden? And seriously - stop squeezing!"
Usagi's hands let up a little, but he kept Misaki close. "I need you, Misaki."
"You already have me!" He let out a loud sigh of frustration.
"It's not enough."
"Not enough? What, you want me to get branded or something?"
"..."
"I'm not getting branded!" Misaki turned his head to glare at Usagi, eyes softening when he saw the expression in the uncertain, desperate blue eyes. I knew I shouldn't have looked at him, thought Misaki. I always end up agreeing to things when he makes that face. I just hate seeing him sad...
Usagi's fingers softly ran up and down Misaki's left arm, thumbing the space of skin between his pinky and middle finger. "Would it be so bad?" he asked, voice soft.
"Would it- Yes! I'm not a cow!" said Misaki, some of his former impatience showing; though he couldn't muster all of it - not with Usagi still looking like that. "I don't want my skin to say 'property of Usagi'!"
"I don't want you to change anything about your body, Misaki."
"Good!"
"I just...want you to wear something," continued Usagi.
Is his voice shaking? Misaki wondered. His own heartbeat was speeding up. He didn't always like when Usagi would get possessive of him, but something about the tone was making him anxious...almost like he wanted Usagi to want him. Realising this, Misaki made sure to keep his mouth shut for a while before he accidentally did something stupid, like say it aloud.
"Wear?" repeated Misaki.
"A ring," said Usagi. His thumb ran over the same space again, more softly this time. "Here."
Misaki blinked. "But, Usagi...that's where people wear it if they're getting marr-"
The room's silence rivaled that of a coffin.
"...Usagi-san," said Misaki, his head bowed. He had no idea what he was about to say. Thoughts were rushing around in his head - predominant NO!s and MAYBE!s and one tiny, unsure, nervous, and hesitant YES. "I-"
"I would wear one, too," said Usagi, his deep voice cutting through Misaki's thoughts. His hand slid upward, along Misaki's chest towards his chin, which he tilted upward. His grey fringe hung before his eyes, but Misaki could still make out the blue behind: intense, gentle, loving...and a little scared.
"Your hands are shaking, Usagi-san," said Misaki quietly, just before their lips met. His eyes closed at the feel of Usagi's tongue slipping into his mouth, wet and aggressive and sweet all at once. Thoughts and doubts slowly ebbed away at the feel of Usagi's other palm sliding up against his back, beneath his shirt.
"So are yours," breathed Usagi before kissing him again; grip tightening until he was holding Misaki in his arms like a bride over a threshold.
"Don't carry me like this, baka-Usagi!" said Misaki, flustered and more terrified than he could remember being in a long time. They were heading towards the bedroom - but that was something he had slowly been getting used to, over time. What made his heart race was the way Usagi lowered him onto the comforter and the care he took to undress him; the kisses across his chest and stomach; the wet feel of tongue and sucking as he hardened; the strange sensations of too-thick fingers preparing him before Usagi positioned himself, sliding in and thrusting, letting out a low, dark sigh - an exhalation, maybe of feelings or just lust.
Misaki decided it was both. He arched against the pillows beneath him, wondering in the back of his mind how they were going to clean this up afterward. Usagi wasn't concerned with such things and slipped his hand around Misaki's cock, stroking and warming the skin with the center of his palms - the only parts that were usually warm, his fingertips being ice-cold most of the time. Misaki had no time to wonder if it was because of his circulation as Usagi positioned himself deeper, driving in at an angle that left both gasping. Misaki cried out, feeling his orgasm approaching.
"I...I love you, Misaki," Usagi whispered, groaning out his name as he came. Their foreheads were touching and perhaps it was the way Usagi's breath hitched at his name, or the tenderness of his words in contrast to the sharp thrusts inside him that made his eyes tear up, his arms wrapping around Usagi's neck and holding him close. He felt the warm release inside of him, silent tears falling across his too-warm cheeks, the thought I love you, I love you, I love you... overtaking everything else.
His body spasmed and he came in Usagi's hand, forehead buried against his neck; none of the words in his head forming on his tongue - nothing leaving his mouth except: "Usagi-san...."
He looked up at the utterance of his name, using his clean hand to brush away sweat-stained strands of hair from Misaki's face. "I love you," he repeated.
Me too.
I love you, too.
I don't want to leave your side. Ever.
"I'm tired," murmured Misaki. His eyes closed and warm lips pressed to his cheek, then his forehead.
"Then sleep," said Usagi, pulling out and wrapping around him. "I'll be here when you wake up."
I need you echoed across both minds before soft snores emanated from one side of the room and Usagi headed towards the bathroom to find a towel.
-
"You..." Misaki was out of words. He usually had so many! But he couldn't think of one - not one - as he stared into the little box Usagi had just tossed him.
"Put it on."
Misaki blinked at Usagi; then the box; and then repeated this several times before Usagi sighed impatiently and reached for the small band of silver, slowly pushing it onto Misaki's ring finger. He held up his own left hand afterward.
"I already put mine on."
Misaki blinked at his finger. The silver band was thinner than Usagi's, and made him look tanner than he was. It was also...
Unnecessary.
Overpriced, probably!
Sweet. Really, really unnecessary!
"How much-"
"You can't put a price on love, Misaki," said Usagi, leaving him and ascending the stairs to his room.
"Yes, you can! And your price is too much!"
The door closed and Misaki sat down on the couch, trying like hell to look pissed off; his thumb rubbing back and forth over the foreign band of metal that now matched Usagi's.
-
"What's that?"
"Huh?"
Sumi leaned over, grabbing Misaki's hand. His thumb slid over the warm ring, very much like Usagi had done in the past two weeks. That smug bastard, Misaki added silently.
"It's...nothing!" said Misaki nervously, grabbing his hand back.
Unconvinced, Sumi stood, towering threateningly over Misaki.
"S-S-Senpai?"
"It looks like a wedding ring, Misaki," said Sumi, placing one hand on the desk and leaning closer.
Our lips are practically touching! thought Misaki, panicking. It would be just his luck if Usagi showed up now...
"Did you and Usami-sensei get married?"
"M-Married? Don't be ridiculous!" Misaki forced a laugh. "How can two guys be married?"
Sumi stared back, emotionless. "The same way two guys can fuck."
"S-S-S-S-Sumi-senpai!" This conversation was getting difficult to handle.
The glare from Sumi's glasses made it impossible to tell if he was upset, annoyed, or bored. He sighed and stood up, arms crossed. "So? How long has this happy arrangement been going on?" he asked, a wry-looking smile on his face.
"It's nothing! It's just some jewelry," muttered Misaki.
"I see," said Sumi. He leaned in again. "So if I got you a necklace to wear, that would be okay?"
Misaki's eyes widened in terror. Usagi-san would kill me.
Sumi laughed. "So maybe it's not just 'some jewelry' after all, Misaki-kun?"
"Yeah...well...."
"Did he get it inscribed?"
Misaki looked at him questioningly. "Inscribed? Why would he do that?"
Shrugging, Sumi returned to his seat across the table. "It seems like the sort of thing he'd do."
...It does, thought Misaki. He looked at his hand suspiciously, as if it had just betrayed him. Waiting for Sumi to go back to studying, Misaki slowly slid the ring off.
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"USAGI-SAN!"
"What is it?" Usagi turned away from his keyboard, taking his glasses off and looking with concern at Misaki, who was huffing in shallow bursts, trying to get his breath back.
He'd run the entire way here, before Usagi could pick him up at school; in fact, he'd cut two classes (one of which was with Kamijou the Devil Professor, so he wasn't that sorry about it).
"Do you want to sit down?"
Misaki yanked the ring off his finger and held it close to Usagi's face. "WHAT IS THIS?!"
Usagi blinked. "The ring I gave you."
"Not that, stupid!" Misaki tiled the ring, holding it towards the light so that the words on the inside shone clear enough to read. He pointed at them. "That! What's that?"
Unphased, Usagi answered: "An inscription."
"An inscription?" asked Misaki, hands balling into fists. "IT SAYS 'PROPERTY OF USAGI' ON IT!"
Misaki's breathing was the only thing heard in the small office for the next thirty seconds.
Then Usagi opened his mouth.
"...And?"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" screamed Misaki.
"Your own husband?"
"YES, MY OWN HUS- MY... AUGHHHHH!" Misaki clutched at his head; Usagi's words angered him as much as they...angered him some more.
Especially that one word - husband.
He hadn't really...thought about it like that.
Husband.
My husband.
Usagi-san is my husband.
And I am his...?
He pointed at Usagi's face. "I'M NOT THE BRIDE!"
"Are you stupid?" asked Usagi, frowning.
"I'M NOT!"
"How can you be the bride? You have a cock and take it up the-"
"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Misaki let go of his head. "So? THEN WHAT AM I?"
"The husband," replied Usagi, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You...YOU CAN'T HAVE TWO HUSBANDS!"
"We do."
"No, we don't! You can't just make stuff up like that!"
"I can."
Misaki yelled in frustration. "Well...I'm not wearing this anymore! So HA!"
Usagi merely looked at him for several seconds before standing up. Misaki resisted the urge to run away - the smart part of his brain, he'd think later - and blinked as his shirt was tugged upward to expose the space above his hips. Usagi placed two cold fingers to the warmth, making Misaki shudder.
"Fine," he said. "I'll brand you here instead."
"WHAT?!" Misaki tried to pry his hand off. "LET GO! YOU'RE NOT BRANDING ME!"
Usagi's hold was firm and unshakable; he leaned in, staring down at Misaki. "I don't want anyone else to touch you," he said, his voice soft but carrying an intensity to it that shot straight down Misaki's spine.
"You also said you didn't want me to change my body," Misaki grumbled, already sensing that he was going to lose.
The fingers rubbed more insistently against his hips, the friction warming them.
"Stop stealing my body heat," said Misaki.
"Then wear this," said Usagi, holding up Misaki's hand - the ring fisted tightly within it.
"...Fine," said Misaki, turning away and slipping it back on. It had gotten surprisingly cold, even though it had been in the center of his hand, where it should have the most heat. Misaki wondered at why that was.
"It's not just a ring, Misaki," said Usagi gently, reaching for his hand; the matching metal bands clicking against each other faintly. "It's a sign of love."
Maybe that's why... "-Oh." Misaki looked at Usagi. "Your hand's warm."
"Is it?" Usagi's right hand reached upward, lying against Misaki's cheek.
"That one isn't," said Misaki. "Just the one with the ring on it."
"I told you," said Usagi with a smug smile. "It's love."
Ignoring the implications of this statement, Misaki rebutted: "You said it was just a sign of love."
"If you believe in a sign enough, it becomes part of reality," said Usagi.
"That's...what?" asked Misaki, genuinely confused.
"If you believe that the rings signify love, then they become part of that love," said Usagi, ruffling Misaki's hair.
"That doesn't explain why your hand is warm," said Misaki when his hand stopped moving.
"It's from you," said Usagi, squeezing his hand. "Every time you put that ring on, I'm connected to you and we become one."
"That's stupid," said Misaki, letting go. He kept his head low, not wanting Usagi to see the pink already threatening to spread across his cheeks. "I have to make dinner now," he said, excusing himself abruptly and shutting the door behind him.
He walked down the stairs and made it all the way to the kitchen before sneaking another glance at his hand, and the metal lining that one solitary finger.
He looked behind him, at the closed door; then shook his head.
It's a stupid idea. A really stupid one.
But...
He ran one finger along the smooth metal, cool to his touch.
Misaki smiled.
Stupid, but kind of nice, he thought, opening the cabinets and starting dinner.