A/N: Hallo meine freunde!

*dodges rocks* I've, er, been...busy?

Ok well that's actually the understatement of the year. I also sorta went off JR for a while as well (cause: sasunaru and kakairu ff's *drools*).

So as you can see I ended up rewriting the m rated stuff for this ch, which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

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P.S. please check out my Naruto fanfic 'Denouement', I worked really hard on it, and it's much better written than this here. Doesn't mean I'm giving up on TPHA! It's simply due to how old I was when I started it.

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I don't want to keep rambling up here, so I'll just let you get on with it :*

Chapter 5

Heart pounding, Misaki was led up the grand staircase and along the corridor by Tanaka-san to an elaborately furnished room, which he was told thereby belonged to him.

All he could do was stare around in wonder.

The floor was a light wooden laminate and the walls were painted tasteful shades of pale brown and grey. Moonlight streamed in from a huge window opposite the door, cut by the blinds and flowing in sections past the immaculate king sized bed. A huge television occupied the the wall opposite, complete with game centers. The whole ridiculously spacious room was absolutely breathtaking.

And far too expensive.

Misaki sat down wearily on the bed with an exasperated sigh, lifting his head up to stare at the remote controlled lights dotting the ceiling like stars. Now that Usami's presence had disappeared (he had gone to pick up Misaki's items from his previous apartment - well, that's what Misaki had been told, anyway - in reality it was more likely he'd simply ordered someone to do it), it was easy to see all the problems associated with this miraculous solution. Such as, why hadn't he run away when he got here? What on earth was he supposed to tell his brother? Was he expected to pay rent? Even if he became a drug dealer, or something equally as bad, he would never be able to generate enough to afford renting even this room! And when Usami had mentioned a 'job', what did he mean?Misaki couldn't help but let his imagination supply him with generously weird/scary ideas as to the work he was expected to do.

Groaning, he let his weight go and fell back onto the bed with a pathetically small thump. Oh yes, how had he not guessed - it was memory foam. Really, this boy was too rich for his own good – a chauffeur driven sports car, butlers and maids, his own mansion (Usami didn't live with his family for some reason)…it was like something out of a fairytale. He must think Misaki was some kind of heathen, for even attempting to live in Marukawa : no wonder he protested so vehemently. Now that he thought about it, it seems to fit perfectly – all this kindness was probably just pity.

As soon as it flitted through his mind, a sudden uncomfortable feeling permeated, boiling in his stomach. For some unknown reason, Misaki didn't like thinking that word, even though he knew it was true.

He stayed sprawled across the bed for another half an hour, pondering what to do. Worry span it's way across his face, pushing his eyebrows close together and nibbling on his lower lip.

The rooms air cooler system blew a refreshing breeze across his face, helping him to focus on possible solutions. The way Misaki saw it, there were two paths to go down. Either accept Usami's help, and fulfill whatever terms and conditions applied, or leave as soon as possible to relocate somewhere else. Even if that somewhere was Marukawa...

Eventually, his thoughts fluttered to his older brother. Takahiro….It seemed like it had been eons since they'd last spoken, when in fact it had just been a couple of days. He didn't think he would be feeling homesick for at least another week, but now it seemed to have crept up on him. Suddenly he missed the elder Takahashi, his glasses and strong embraces. How kind and brave he'd always seemed – how he seemed to find something good in even the worst situations.

A trait that would, no doubt, be useful right now.

Knowing his older brother as he did, there was no need to think too hard about how to follow in his footsteps: Takahiro was renound for making the best of things, as well as being the most persistent person Misaki knew.

And that's when he decided, that's exactly what he'd do.

Almost as if in accordance to that thought, his old, scratched mobile beeped, showing a text from the very same person.

'Hey, everything okay? You settled in alright? – Takahiro'

Misaki grinned – he would make this worthwhile. His fingers a blur, he quickly texted back. 'Yes, fine thanks. But I found a better apartment close by, which was a little cheaper. I'll text you the details in the morning!

Confidence back intact, he rolled over and got up, scanning the room for the pyjamas Tanaka-san said would be there. He sighed again. The problem with this room was that it was too big to find things in! After a few more weary moments of searching, he found them neatly draped over the back of the desk chair.

Misaki unconsciously gulped as he picked them up. Black silk slipped against the skin of his forearm, soft and smooth and way way way more expensive than his usual old sweatpants. It figured that Usami even had to buy the best pyjamas possible. Anyway, since when were pyjamas even expensive?! These probably cost more than his rent and–

He caught himself just in time. Make the best of it, make the best of it, he chanted in his head as he bravely donned the pleasantly cool shirt and trousers. As soon as he was dressed, he had to cut back a laugh: they hung off him, at least three sizes too big. Evidentially they were Usami's old ones, although they didn't look like they had ever been worn at all. Speaking of that, maybe he would have a better idea of how to handle his next problem, Usami, in the morning. Usually he came up with better ideas after a good night's sleep. Either way, it would be better to be well rested when he confronted him.

Forgetting about the inconspicuous door to the ensuite he was now privileged to, Misaki made his way across the room, through the door and further along the corridor in search of a bathroom where he could shower. It took him a while to locate the bathroom due to the sheer amount of doors he had to open and close, some leading to other rooms, others just supply closets, and one really, really weird room full of teddy bears.

Finally though, he stumbled across the door with 'Bathroom' helpfully written in cursive writing on an attached plaque. With a little sigh of relief, he entered, closing and locking the door behind him (he was taking no chances with pervert Usagi-san).

After he was done showering and brushing his teeth with a spare toothbrush he'd found in the cabinet, Misaki walked slowly back to his room, forgetting his earlier momentary panic when he couldn't remember which one it was. The soothing pressure of the shower had alleviated some of his worries, and now he just felt tired. Drop dead tired. So much had happened today, that he was eager to fall in to bed and sleep – he was barely keeping his eyelids open. Anyway, things would probably look better in the morning.

When he finally entered his room, Misaki was vaguely surprised to find the lights off, when he had left them on. Oh well – it was probably just Tanaka-san, trying to save energy or something. The bed was just a fuzzy blur and as soon as he shut the door, he was plunged into darkness. Tripping over only twice, he managed to fumble around until he found his way to the huge bed, and slipped inside the cool sheets. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was away and feeling himself start to drift off almost instantly.

...

The sound of rushing water awoke him, jolting him awake and alerting him to the fact he was no longer alone in the bedroom. Pausing for a second, Misaki identified the noise. It sounded like…a shower had been switched on? Looking for the source, he followed the noise of the spray and reflexively shut his sleep accustomed eyes as he caught sight of the bright light in the ensuite.

The lights in his room were still off so he was still drowning in the darkness, but he could clearly see the contents of the bathroom – the door was wide open and gave a perfect view of the shower, even down to the water currently pelting the transparent glass. The bed was positioned perfectly, in direct line of sight, and surprisingly the shower window remained free of water droplets or interruption.

Right as he was about to drop off again, the sound of the spray changed.

Blinking in confusion, Misaki opened his eyes and froze, staring at the figure that just stepped into the shower. Shit, it was Usami, and he was (Misaki bit his lip)…naked.

A perfectly proportioned body, pale skin and dark, dark eyes. Water sluiced down his hair, flattening the silver hair and inking it black before running down his bare torso, following the silver hair trailing form his navel. Misaki knew he should shut his eyes. He knew he should but….

Usami titled his head back, a small smile slipping onto his face before disappearing just as quickly, letting the spray make his body look appealingly wet and (lickable?) . He looked like he should have been on the cover of some kind of porn magazine, not just simply showering in Misaki's ensuite. The muscles in his biceps flexed appealingly as streamed shampoo into his hands and massaged it through his hair. Soap suds slipped down, covering a nipple before dropping down like a caress and…

He turned around.

Misaki squeezed his eyes shut and hoped to god he looked like he was sleeping. His breath was hammering loudly in his chest with the prospect of getting caught watching the person who had helped him out so much washing himself. Several seconds passed before he braved cracking his eyelid open a slither. Both eyes became wide as he realized Usami had turned around displaying creamy thighs and two globes of a perfect ass.

How could someone have such a good body?

Misaki was more than slightly jealous; no matter how much he tried to work out, his muscles were pitifully small and he'd never grown past 5'8. Usami, on the other hand, was toned, tall and almost predatory in his appearance. It was annoyingly unfair. Misaki felt awful, spying on the poor boy in the shower, it was a total intrusion of priavcy but…well, no one would ever know, would they? His face blossomed into red as he imagined Usami's response if he kmew how voyeuristic Misaki was being. Being the great pervert he was, he'd probably enjoy it.

He shifted in the bed, and tried to make himself look away. That was the moment that Usagi let out a small groan and Misaki's attention was immediately focused on the figure in the light. Usami follwed the soap suds down his chest with his hands, stroking the muscle before reaching down and taking his length in his hand. The smaller boy let out a gasp of his own, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth. Usami didn't appear to notice, just slowly, ever so slowly moved his hand up and down as his cock started to harden.

It was fairly big, and Misaki gulped, unable to tear his eyes away, ignoring the blood rushing to his own groin and face.

Usami bit down on his lip in pleasure, and his hand's ministrations increased. He tipped his head back again, tantalizing opening his mouth silently, his eyes half-mast, dark and burning. Misaki took in the picture in front of him, and didn't notice his own fingers creeping to his stomach. Fingertips teased light touches just above the waistline of his boxers.

The muscles in Usami's ass flexed and Misaki felt himself harden completely. The expanse of pale skin in front of him, pleasuring himself, was too much to handle. He shut his eyes for a brief second as his hand dipped below the pyjama pants and-

The shower shut off.

Misaki almost swore – and Misaki very rarely swore. He quickly withdrew his hand from his aching anatomy, and buried under the covers, trying to feign sleepy movement. In fact, he was anything but sleepy: his face was heated, his breath was coming quicker and electricity was buzzing underneath his skin - and most of it was traveling to the same place…

The soft sounds of a towel meeting skin intruded on his panic. He could hear the slip and slide of fabric drifting out from the bathroom before soft footfalls fell rhythmically in a path towards the bed.

At that point, Misaki had a constant stream of 'shit' running through his head. He was still hard, and he definitely didn't want Usami to know that. Definitely. Best thing to do would be to feign sleep/ignorance. He adopted a relaxed expression on his face and tried to even out his breathing as he became aware of a figure standing right next to his side of the bed.

'Misaki.'

It was hard to stop a shiver: the voice was deliciously husky. A low whisper.

He couldn't have pretended to not hear it – best thing to do was to feign waking up. Shifting, he rubbed his eyes and opened them, praying they didn't give anything away.

'U-U-Usagi-sempai?' He asked, muffling a yawn with a curled hand. 'What are you doing in my room?' (Inside his head, Misaki was praising himself for his oscar winning performance).

Usami grinned, a flash of white teeth in the darkness, his hair still damp from the…erotic… shower display.

'I think you mean, what are you doing in my room. Yours is next door.' He picked up a control from the bedside shelf and casually flicked a button. The lights in the ceiling sprung to life, illuminating the room and momentarily blinding Misaki. All too soon his vision cleared and he cast his eyes around, forcefully ignoring the topless body next to him.

Shit.

Dark laminate flooring contrasted brilliantly with red and black themed walls, instantly telling Misaki what he needed to know. The layout of this room was slightly different that his – it was larger for one thing. The smaller boy realized his mistake at once: he'd gone into the wrong room. He gulped, feeling a blush erupt onto his face.

'I-I-I..um…I' He stammered by way of explanation.

Then Usami did the one thing Misaki was praying he wouldn't. Grinning wolfishly, he ripped back the covers.

At once, the student council president's gaze centered in on the tent made in the black silk bottoms. A smug smile spread across his perfectly chiseled face, and his tongue poked out to lick his bottom lip as he leaned over Misaki.

'My my, Misaki. I didn't realize you enjoyed watching me shower this much.'

Misakis heart stopped and his green orbs widened in a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

The bastard! He knew all along!

Ignoring how red his face must be, he flew to his feet, narrowly evading the arms trying to encircle him, and futilely attempted to angle his body so it was less noticeable.

'I d-d-don't know w-what you're talking a-about.' He blurted out before aiming for the door, sprinting as fast as he could out the room and back into his own, diving under the covers and whimpering softly.

Was it possible to die of shame?