Author's Note: I worked really hard on this chapter but I accidently deleted it. I'm kind of upset and I considering not writing it, but I guess I will anyways. :/. I'll try to make it as similar to the old version as possible.

(Misaki's POV)

I knew that I shouldn't have told Usagi about what really happened, because I knew that he would react badly to it and blame himself. He always does things like that. I knew that he would get angry and possibly even do something that he would regret later, which is why I didn't want him to find out. That's just the way he is.

Then, he made it worse by talking about how much he wanted to get revenge on the guys that beat me up, and I kept trying to argue with him about it but he just told me to stop complaining and listen to him. I didn't really get why he thought that he had to solve this with violence, and I told him that but he simply refused to listen. It was pretty annoying but I kept calm and hoped silently that he wouldn't do anything too drastic.

(Akihiko's POV)

I knew that Misaki didn't want me to take any actions against the men who hurt him, but I couldn't just let them get away with it without teaching them a lesson. So, on the day that I planned to do it, I dropped Misaki off at school and told him that I would not be able to pick him up after school because I had a lot of work to finish up, and that since he couldn't drive well he should just walk home or get a ride from one of his friends, and he agreed to that (like he usually does. He might even prefer walking home as it gives him some time to be alone.)

Right after his school day ended I drove over to the place where Misaki was injured because I knew that those men would be there, as they obviously hang out there a lot. I looked into this and made sure that I got all of the details right before taking any actions because I wanted to make sure that I achieved my goal of getting revenge on them. I know that it was a selfish thing, but I just couldn't help getting involved as it would destroy me inside to know that they did something like this to the one I love without getting anything bad in return; it just wasn't fair for them to hurt others without expecting to be hurt back.

Those guys were there drinking beer, joking around, and just making a mess. It sickened me to think that my lovely Misaki was hurt by people like them, the kind of people who don't even care what people think of them and will hurt others just for the hell of it. Those are really the people who I would least want to talk to or associate with because they don't even get anything out of hurting people, they just do it for their sick idea of fun. Either that or they are just extremely bigoted towards gay people, which I think is just as bad. What right do they have to hurt others just for not going along with what they view as being socially acceptable?!

At first they were oblivious to the fact that I was there, but then one of them noticed me and pointed me out to the others.

"Hey bro, that faggot author from TV is here. Probably wanting to fuck us or something, right?" laughed one of them.

"Man, we gotta teach another one of these assfuckers a lesson? You would've thought these two would learn to keep their damn fucking distance before we turn them into shit!" replied another of them.

"Hold on a second, all of you. I don't think it's okay for you to talk about Misaki and I that way, and if anyone's going to be 'taught a lesson,' it's you dirty bastards!" I yelled at them.

"We're not the ones fucking other dudes, stupid! You're the dirty one!" retorted the biggest man out of all of them.

I was about to attack them, and I really couldn't stop the anger from rising, but I stopped myself. I realized that, no matter how much I wanted to get my revenge, it would only hurt Misaki more in the long run to do this, so I decided to be an adult and report what they did to the police instead of taking matters into my own hands. If I beat them up right there, they would have gone after Misaki again for sure, and I knew that it wasn't right for me to put my own selfish anger before the needs of the one I love.

As the men were approaching me, probably planning on doing the same thing to me that they did to Misaki, I made sure to fight back just enough that they wouldn't hurt me. They may have thought that just because I am an author and work mostly inside that I must be weak, but I am pretty strong so I was able to get them off of me pretty easily and at the same time dial the police code.

"Hello? This is Japanese Police Agency, Tokyo location. What is your emergency?" asked a female voice through the phone.

"A little longer than a month ago, someone very close to me was injured by a group of men a few years older than him, and I kept it a secret for a while because that was what he wanted me to do, but I know that I should really tell you this. Can you please see to them getting arrested as quickly as possible?" I requested. The woman said that some cars would come right to the spot I directed them to drive to.

The men tried to run away before the police would get there, but I made sure that they would not get away and soon enough two police cars were right there, with handcuffs and everything (which I assume we're just in case.)

The police took the men away and they were scheduled to appear in court in two days, so I figured that Misaki and I would attend the meeting, show the judge and jury all of our evidence (and I took a lot of pictures, and made sure to get lots of evidence because I am not a fool when it comes to things like this, even if I do mess up on a lot of other simple things) and then go on with life the way it was.

"Hi Usagi-san! I made some rice curry for us today, so lets sit down and eat together." greeted Misaki. It was so nice to see his smiling face again.

We had a pleasant meal together and then walked upstairs to get ready for bed (as soon as Misaki finished his after school assignments.)

"Hey Misaki, I need to tell you something." I stated plainly.

"Okay, what is it?" asked Misaki.

"To be completely honest with you, I was planning on hurting those men that hurt you, but I decided that the mature thing to do was to let it go and let the police deal with this, so now they are in custody and we are scheduled to appear in court tomorrow afternoon. You'll be fine with skipping some of your classes, right?" I informed him.

"Yeah, sure. I mean, it's for something important, so why not?" Misaki replied, "And I'm glad that you didn't do anything incredibly stupid like I was worried you would."

"Have some faith in me, love." I smiled.

I kissed him on the neck softly, licking him and grabbing onto his sides. I noticed that he wasn't resisting as much as he used to (especially when we first started living together) so it must have meant that he was getting used to, and enjoying, having me touch him this way. I proceeded, putting my hand down his pants and gently stroking his length.

"Nnnh, U-Usagi! Are you sure we should do this now?" asked Misaki.

"We both need the relief and I can't think of any time better. Relax, Misaki. You would enjoy it a lot more if you just relax and feel it instead of stressing out over everything, and that goes not just for when I have sex with you but also for life in general." I advised.

"I-I guess you're right." agreed Misaki.

I took out my member and told Misaki to turn over. Once I was ready, and he was too, for me to enter him, I went inside of his tight entrance and began thrusting quickly. This time he kept gripping the bed sheets because he was in an intense mix between pleasure and pain. I also felt overwhelmed by pleasure as I felt his tight, warm embrace around me.

When we came together, I could feel that we had once again become one and filled each other with overflowing love. It was something was something special to share with the one I love, and it would have been dirty and full of regrets if it was with anyone else, but with someone that I love it is special, pure love, and amazing experience to share to strengthen the bond between both of us. The fact that I love him is what is important; much more important than desires or simply feeling good physically, you have to feel good mentally as well.

"Ahh! U-Usagi-san!" Misaki called out.

We then fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling the heat of our almost nude bodies touching each other combined with the heat of the blankets was so soft and relaxing that we couldn't help but drift away into our dreams.

The next afternoon , we walked into the cold, brown building that was the courthouse. The men who attacked Misaki were there, each with their own equally disgusting scowl covering their face. Misaki and I told the judge and jury what happened, and we even hired a lawyer to help us out. Both us and the attacker's lawyer made a lot of strong arguments, but in the end the evidence showed that they really did violently and aggressively attack Misaki, and they were given out the necessary punishments.

I was glad that they had gotten what they deserved without having to have me interfere with it and cause even more trouble. Misaki and I drove home and were able to continue with our lives and pretend as if this whole thing had never happened thankfully, and Misaki wasn't mad at me for getting him into this mess, so I was as happy as could be. We had really gotten lucky to escape this mess and move on with our joyful lives. Maybe telling the world about us wasn't a mistake after all.