Takahiro knocked on Akihiko's door. It had been two years since his younger brother had started living with the author, and he'd only met with his brother a handful of times. This was his first time actually coming to their house, but it was Misaki's birthday, and Akihiko had wanted Takahiro to come over to celebrate. Manami stood beside him, their baby in her arms. Akihiko opened the door.

"Hello," he greeted them. "Thanks for coming. How have you two – three – been?" They came in.

"We're doing well, thanks. How are you and Misaki?"

"I'm fine. Misaki's finishing up his math lesson." There was the sound of footsteps running down the stairs and Misaki came into view.

"Nii-san! Hi!" He waved cheerily, joining Akihiko. "Manami-san." He walked over to the baby and kissed her forehead. "Hello, Haruko-chan!" he greeted his niece. "What are you all doing here?" he asked.

"Happy birthday, Misaki," Takahiro murmured, embracing the teen. "Did you forget?" Misaki blushed.

"Oh! Thank you…I did forget…" All of them headed to the kitchen, where Akihiko had laid out a cake he'd ordered. He hugged Misaki, subtly sneaking in a kiss to his cheek.

"Happy birthday, Misaki." Of course, they hadn't told Takahiro about their relationship, yet, and now, when things were going so well, was probably not a good time. He didn't really want to ruin Misaki's birthday. They all sat down around the table, and Akihiko lit the candles. The teen grinned up at him and he felt a glow of pleasure when those green eyes connected with his own lilac ones. Even though it had been more than a year since Misaki had started being able to look at him casually without even a trace of fear, it gave him a swell of warmth and pride when his younger lover looked directly at his face.

"Go ahead and blow out the candles," Manami urged. "Don't forget to make a wish." Takahiro chuckled.

"He's too old for that," he muttered.

"It can't hurt, right?" Misaki pointed out before closing his eyes and blowing out the candles. Then, he cut the cake and served it out. They all chatted as they ate.

"So, how's life with Haruko going?" Akihiko asked, his hand sliding over under the table to Misaki's knee. The teen shot him a glance but then returned to his cake.

"It's going well, thanks, Akihiko," Manami replied. "She never wants to sleep and always wants to eat, but that's expected, right?" The author's hand trailed further up his lover's leg, rubbing small, enticing circles.

"You tell me. My knowledge of raising kids is next to nothing." Misaki choked on a bite of cake as Akihiko's hand found the front of his pants and squeezed gently. "Are you okay, Misaki?" the author asked, smirking slightly.

"I'm going to go get some milk – anyone else want some?" But before he could get up, Takahiro was on his feet.

"I'll get it. After all, it's your birthday, so you shouldn't have to serve us." He walked off before his brother could protest. Misaki squirmed slightly, reaching over to grab Akihik's arm under the table. The author, however, was much more interested in the growing hardness in the teen's pants than his hand on his arm. Takahiro returned with the milk for him and he muttered his thanks, taking a sip. He dug his nails into Akihiko's arm until the author released him returned his hand to the boy's thigh. That much he could handle.

After cake, they went to the living room and sat on the couch to chat over tea. Takahiro handed Misaki a package wrapped in bright red. Turning about the same color, Misaki smiled.

"Thank you," he muttered, embarrassed. He opened it to find a picture of their family back when their parents were alive. His eyes grew wide. "Nii-san…this is…"

"I didn't know-"

"This is perfect. It's…thank you!" The nineteen-year-old hugged his brother tightly. Takahiro returned the embrace.

"I'm glad you like it." After he sat back, Manami gave him her present: a cookbook he'd been looking at getting. He thanked, her, hugged her, and sat back down. Akihiko gave Misaki the next in a series of manga he'd been reading.

"Wow! It's not even out yet, Usagi-san! How did you get it?" Misaki asked, his eyes wide. Akihiko chuckled.

"My editor knows a manga editor who edits this manga. Oh, Aikawa-san told me to give you these chocolates she got you." Akihiko picked up a box of chocolates from the coffee table and handed them to Misaki.

"I'll thank her next time she calls." After about and hour or so of visiting, Takahiro and Manami left. The second the door shut, Akihiko kissed Misaki, gathering him up into his arms.

"Happy birthday," he whispered. Misaki leaned his head back to allow for the novelist's mouth to pay due attention to his throat.

"Thank you, Usagi-san. It was wonderful." The author grinned against the pale flesh of his neck, his hand sliding up Misaki's spine.

"Misaki…we're just getting started."

Okay, very short, I know, little epilogue. I think the story is better without it, but people asked to see Misaki all better, so here he is. Eh, anyways, didn't feel like writing the lemon that would've ensued after this point, so this is where I cut it. Thank you all for reading. Sorry for taking so long to get this to you. :)