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Secrets From The Heart	By : lv90047 Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 5376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Junjou Romantica—nor is any profit made! That right belongs to the wonderful Shungiku Nakamura!

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Hello, everyone. ^^ Welcome to this new one-shot of mine!
Well...now that I think about it, this is probably going to be more than just a one shot. Maybe a two-shot or something! xD As you can see from the title, this is basically just one big ol' porn scene. I have no shame admitting that! :p
I consider this one-shot to be a long, lost chapter of my "Let the Games Begin" series. If you haven't read that yet, I highly suggest you do. ;)

If there was anything Akihiko hated about being successful, it had to be those stupid ceremonies his hellish editor always forced him to go to. He had never understood why it was so important for his career; people were going to read his books, no matter what he did. He may as well just lock himself in his office and ignore Aikawa's threats like he used to. Or perhaps the bedroom was a better location.
Akihiko smirked. Misaki would be waiting for him at home, wearing that sexy maid costume that he had ordered him to wear. That bet had been one of the most brilliant ideas he's ever had.
He couldn't wait to get back and take his little maid. All through the night, he would make a mess out of him and ravage that irresistible, delicious body until his lover couldn't do anything other than cry out in ecstasy. Still, patience was a virtue, and Akihiko would take his sweet time. After all, nothing was more arousing than Misaki succumbing to the pleasure and begging for more.
The thoughts were already making the author hard and he cursed under his breath as the uncomfortable feeling between his legs grew more intense. As he arrived at the parking garage, he got out of his car, locked it with a swift push of the button and got into the elevator. The top floor seemed so far away, even though the elevator was moving fast. Akihiko felt hot, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the actual heat or his own arousal. All he knew was that he needed to get to Misaki quickly.
Images flickered before Akihiko's eyes. The sight of his lover in that skimpy outfit, lying on the bed beneath him, shivering in anticipation as those rough hands played with his oversensitive body.
Oh yes, he just loved the sight of that.
With a grin, the man got out of the elevator and walked the length of the corridor until he was finally at the door.

"Baka Usagi!" Misaki grumbled, tugging the ruffled skirt that barely covered the thong his Master had forced him to wear. "Can't believe you're making me wear this crap!"
Misaki groaned. What did he do? What did he ever accomplish within his life to deserve such a punishment? He merely wanted to take this mistreatment in silence...yet he couldn't even do that! Despite the seething anger that coursed through him, he knew he couldn't get mad at his Master. It was his own fault why he was placed in this predicament in the first place. He had foolishly placed a bet against that man for something he could never hope to achieve. Yet he didn't think about that at the time: he could only see the advantage of that lingering situation. Their bet was simple: the next time they indulged within their "physical activities", Misaki was forbidden to raise his voice from anything louder than a gasp. If the teen won, no sex for an entire month. If he lost, he'd be at the author's mercy for an entire month.
And he had lost...horribly.
Thus the result of that failure was submitting to his Master's needs for an entire month. No matter how unfair the situation seemed to him, he had no right to complain. His Master had won fair and square even though Misaki didn't want to admit it, so there was simply no way out. Yet that still didn't mean he couldn't bad mouth the author—the pervert totally had it coming!
"Cocky bastard," the teen mumbled, adjusting the dreaded skirt once more. "I'm totally going to get you for this!"
Before he was allowed to vent his frustrations even further, he heard the front door open softly, revealing none other than Usami Akihiko.
From the moment Misaki laid eyes on the man, he knew his fate was already sealed. Akihiko has always been the one to stand out among all the rest, his attractiveness undeniable. There was simply no way to resist such beauty.
The power that rolled off the man eddied around him in waves, making it nearly impossible for the teen to fully ignore his presence. The stylish cut of his Armani suit had instantly matched the spiraling contours surrounding his powerful built, yet there was nothing fallacious within his bearing. He radiated in the air of blissful confidence, the aroma of it suiting his style as if it were a piece of his armor. His hair rippled around him like pieces of silver waterfall, the very strands of it similar to trinkets of water bouncing lightly over the curves of his neck. The lecherous glint within those lilaceous eyes stared right into Misaki's soul, trapping him instantly into the midst of dangerous pleasure. Misaki gulped, panic enveloping him. He did his very best to stifle the whimper that wanted to escape as those eyes, piercing and predatory, watched him openly.
A knowing smirk had tainted those lips, as if realizing the reasoning behind his kitten's behavior.
Irritation had coursed through the teen. Get ahold of yourself! Misaki thought, bothered with his body's actions. Don't let that bastard get to you!
Determined not to be swayed by his suggestive lover, he dived straight into business matter.
"Welcome home, Master," he bowed, keeping his tone light as possible as he meet that mirthful gaze. "I trust the ceremony was a success?"
"I suppose so," Akihiko sighed, brushing the strands of his hair back. "Yet if I had to be honest, I'd rather us not discuss the troubling matter."
That statement had caught the teen's attention. "W-Why?" Misaki inquired, his tone thoroughly concerned. "Did something happen while you were there, Master?"
Akihiko chuckled. "Of course not," he stated, waving his hand dismissively. "Silly boy, there's no need for you to be so concerned. I assure you, nothing happened out of the ordinary."
Misaki blinked. "Then why—?"
"Let's just say...I rather us not confabulate into much business matter right now," Akihiko disrupted, a hint of a smile tainting his features. "Believe me," the man continued, his voice taking a more gruffer tone. "There's much more suitable needs to attend to."
The teen didn't miss that flirtatious edge hidden within that suggestive sentence.
For a moment, nothing but silence had claimed the entryway—and that honestly scared the boy. He needed to do something. He couldn't stand there and do nothing. Doing so would only remind the author about the other benefit to this bet, and that was something he did NOT want to happen—at least...not yet.
"Well," the teen said, clapping his hands together as he avoided his Master's gaze. "If there's nothing more to say, I guess I can get started on—"
"Misaki," Akihiko whispered, his voice laced with dominance. "Look at me."
Unable to retaliate against his Master's orders, Misaki had found himself caught within that hypnotic gaze. Shivers transcended amongst his body as he met that piercing stare of his beloved, utterly helpless as they articulated the wicked promise of the wonderful things that were soon to come.
"Don't think this is over," the man whispered, the mere intensity of his liliaceous gaze seeming to drain the teen's spirit. ''I understand you have certain duties to uphold now, so do what you must, yet do not forget the 'services' you must assist me with later. You needn't worry, though." He assured, allowing a thread of menace within his tone. "I shall take full responsibility of your actions, and I shall start by wringing cries from that beloved throat of yours. Everything will be taken into account." He trailed on, his voice gradually sinking within the edge of darkness. "You will scream for me as I place my mark upon your body. You will do so until your voice is nothing more than a whisper...and that's when I'll take you, my sweet maid. I'll take you hard and deep until you'll utter nothing but sweet longings as I rightfully claim your body as mine.''
Misaki's cheeks flared from lewdness conceived within that statement. He could do nothing more than stand in place, interpreting the meaning of those indecent words. It was dizzying, disorienting, and he fights the surge of excitement that courses through him based off the naughty ambience the lingering words incorporate.
No! He tells himself, fighting the eagerness that swarmed throughout his body. Don't fall for it, Misaki! Dammit, don't you fall for it! It's just words! Ignore them! Ignor—
"Misaki," the man says, beckoning the kitten forward. "Come here."
The teen stood warily, rooted amongst the spot as he was unable to move.
Akihiko chuckled, amused. "You still deny me, my sweet pet?"
The teen was unable to answer, utterly flabbergasted as the terror held him into place.
Laughter escapes those lips once more, and Misaki swears it's like heaven dazzling his heartbeat into the bases of somersaults. "I suppose this means I'll have to take matters into my own hands, then."
He began striding towards the teen with dexterous, unhurried steps that belonged on a runway. Misaki watched, amazed at the effortless performance. He had a feeling that if the man truly wished it, he could have dashed across the entryway and been at his throat in seconds. Yet the author did no such thing. His movements were steady and precise, his aura graceful and compelling. Alternation ahead of him demanded his attention, and he catches a glimpse of that powerful, lean build lurking within that tuxedo.
Alongside the terror his mind inflicts, there is a deeper desire ringing fourth. A pull that makes him want to spring towards the man and trace his fingers across that herculean chest. Panic surges through him as he feels the lust claiming his heart. He desperately tries to fight it yet his struggles are futile: Akihiko's body was made for sin; made for him to unravel the shameful secrets lurking within his blissful heart. His heartbeat starts softly and builds. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. He remembers it from their last session: the time when the author's touch had sent bolts of the purest bliss knifing through his flesh, making him relish the ultimate concept of physical pleasure. He shivers in spite himself. Yes, he remembers...he remembers everything. He reminisces the time spent with the man that night and is horrified to discover the beating of his heart amplifying and pumping in time with the man's.
He takes a step back. Everything in his being tells him to flee, yet he doesn't dare turn away. Instead, he walks backwards a few steps, keeping a eye on his seductive predator that never falters that beastly smile.
"Are you running away from me, my sweet maid?" The guttural voice not only designated across the entryway, but inside the teen's mind as well, almost as if those words were his very own.
Misaki shakes his head. It takes every ounce of his power to turn away, but he does. Yet before he gets the chance to run away, an arm had yanked him into place until he caught sight of that mirthful gaze.
"Tsk Tsk. Lying, are we?" The man teased, not even bothering to hide the blatant lust that clouded amongst his features. "I suppose that's unfortunate...yet you needn't pester yourself for it," he ensured, placing his verbalizations on pause to stroke those reddened cheeks. "I'm sure you'll be more than willing to make it up for me later."
Embarrassment roared throughout Misaki's veins.
Hentai! He thought, scrutinizing his face in utter discomfort. Hentai Usagi!
"Open your eyes, Misaki." The author said quietly.
Misaki could do nothing but obey. He did so, and the author was right there, his face close to his. He stifled the whimper that came fourth. The beauty this man possessed stunned his mind—it was too much, an excess he could never grow accustomed to.
Akihiko grinned wickedly. "Are you afraid, Misaki?" he teased playfully.
"N-No!" The teen said rather quickly, even to his standards. The man only smiled in response.
Before vocalizations could erupt, the author had lifted the boy's chin, turning it this way and that as he focused upon the delicate features his kitten possessed. Just as Misaki was about to utter a protest, that angelic face had suddenly inched towards his. His breathing hitched. He might have—should have—flinched away from his unexpected closeness, yet he was unable to move. Those violaceous eyes mesmerized him.
"How about now, then?" The man whispered intently.
Misaki wasn't able to answer, he could only gaze back stupidly. Without realizing it, he smelled the cool breath that lingered from the man. Sweet, delicious, the very scent made his mouth water. It was unlike anything else. Instinctively, unthinkingly, he leaned in closer, utterly captivated by that enticing fragrance.
An arrogant smirk had graced the man's lips. Interesting. He thought, staring hungrily at those plump lips. Wasting no time, he claimed the teen's trembling lips into a drugging kiss, absorbing his kitten's whimpering cries like pieces of a luscious fruit. He can taste his kitten's eagerness as if it were taffy on his tongue: sticky, sweet and heavenly in a way real sweets never are for him. He groans softly before curving his lips into a devilish smile.
"I can't wait to take you, my sweet maid," the author purred lasciviously, utterly enslaved by those addicting lips. He let out a fierce growl. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he hissed within that shivering earlobe. "I can see it in your eyes. You're begging me to stuff that ass of yours with blissful cock, aren't you?" He snarled out, his eyes hot and wild. He chuckled darkly. "Oh, the feeling's mutual, my cute pet. How I long to ram my dick within those lusciously tight walls of yours. You make me feel so good, boy. I can never get enough of you." he rasped, meeting his kitten's flushed gaze. "I'm not going to be gentle with you, tonight," the man continued, his voice rough with vivid desire. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, my sweet Misaki...and believe me, you're going to love every inch of it." He declares, claiming the teen's lips in a salacious kiss...

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