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Mizu: I think Misaki is going to kill me for this chapter. But I’ve got to say that I am rather proud of our sweet little uke!! Disclaimer: I don’t own Junjou-Romantica. If I did, I’m pretty sure I’d do a pretty crappy job with it.
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Those Passionate, Hidden Words...
Chapter Three: I'm yours, forever...
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“You took too long, Usagi-san,” Misaki groaned as he laid shirtless on Usagi’s bed.
“And you’re rather impatient today,” Usagi-san smirked, slowly rubbing his cold hands up and down his lover’s back, “Any particular reason for that?”
Misaki just shook his head, blush returning to his face full force. He shuddered at the feeling of his lover’s cold hands. It always made him feel incredible the way Usagi-san’s hands could be so cold but so warm just for him. There wasn’t anyone in the world that would ever feel that. It belonged Misaki and Misaki alone, filling him with a sense of weird pride.
“So which one do you want?” Usagi-san chuckled, holding both of the bottles of massage oil out.
Misaki looked at each of them before pointing to the one that would be his undoing. He just knew it. But he also knew that his Usagi-san would probably enjoy it so Misaki decided to bare with it. Though he probably wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week.
“Really?” Usagi-san chuckled, not believing it.
“Y-Yes,” Misaki stuttered, trying to ignore his burning cheeks.
“You do realize that this oil is suppose to increase sexual pleasure, right?” Usagi-san asked.
“I-I know that!” Misaki snapped.
“Just makin-” Usagi-san started to chuckle when the door to his bedroom was kicked down.
“Sensei! What are you doing in here? Why aren’t you writing!?” Aikawa started to shout at the writer, ignoring the embarrassed brunette on the bed.
“I’ll work on it later. You should go read what I have down now,” Usagi-san smirked, “It turned out better than I thought it would and I don’t even remember it being that way.”
“I know! I just finished reading it,” Aikawa smiled, giving a thumbs up to Misaki, “But you just stopped right in the middle of your best scenes. Why?”
“I needed to refill on Mi-” Usagi-san started to say when he notice Misaki slip out the door, “Nevermind.”
“Hm? Oh, Misaki! I’ve got a brand new idea for you!”
“Aahh!” Misaki screamed, rushing down the stairs.
Usagi-san chuckled, ‘So that’s it, huh? Well, why don’t we just let this play out for a bit, shall we?’
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“Alright already!” Usagi-san snapped at the devil in women’s clothing, “I’ll try to write, just stop all of this!”
“Yay!” Aikawa clapped before running out of the penthouse.
“Wait, Aikawa-san!” Misaki cried out from behind the couch, “Why…”
“That woman…” Usagi-san growled walking around the couch and sighing, “This has got to have been her worst idea.
“It’s not like I wanted this…” Misaki whined, looking up at his lover pleadingly, “help?”
Usagi-san sighed again as he undid the satin rope that held his lover’s hands together, “Honestly. Why would she even think that I would have a cat-boy fetish.”
“Don’t know,” Misaki whimpered, rubbing his sore wrists a little before taking the cat ears off of his head, “At least she left me with my jeans on this time.”
“Yeah,” Usagi-san nodded as he undid the collar and leash around Misaki’s neck, “Still, this has got to be her worse idea yet.”
“Agreed,” Misaki nodded, throwing his shirt back on.
“It’s all this brain blocks fault,” Usagi-san growled, plopping down on the couch with his laptop.
“Still can’t think of anything?” Misaki asked, sitting very close to Usagi-san and looking at the screen.
“Nothing,” Usagi-san said, smirking at his lover, “Wanna help me think up something?”
“Eh!?” Misaki gaped as the man quickly put him on his lap with the laptop on top of his, “Wh-What do you mean?”
“I’m going to type something then you can tell me what I should add,” Usagi-san practically purred into Misaki’s ear, “Deal?”
Misaki slowly nodded, blush growing rapidly.
‘Maybe if I’m lucky, Usagi-san will be able to write out the rest of that damn scene,’ Misaki thought.
“Let’s see,” Usagi-san smirked against the brunette’s neck, “Ah. Here’s where I left off…”
The two lovers just sat there, staring at the screen. The blush that was painted on Misaki’s face had yet to fade. In fact intensified. He kept rereading the last paragraph that he had written earlier as Usagi-san slowly tapped his fingers on the keyboard.
‘Write something, damn it!’ Misaki shouted inside of his mind.
“Um…Usagi-san?” Misaki asked, trying to look behind him.
There was no response. The only thing that happened was that the fingers on the keyboard stopped moving. Misaki waited a few moments until he heard the gentle breathing come from his Usagi-san that meant he was asleep. Gently sliding off of his lap, Misaki ran up stares to his bedroom with the laptop.
“Man, if Usagi-san finds out about this, I’m so dead!” Misaki cried as he sat down on his bed, “But this is what I’ve gotta do.”
‘The only problem is I have know idea how to write a BL love scene!’ Misaki shouted inside of his head.
“Oh! Wait, whenever Usagi-san writes it about me, he’s usually having me do and say things that I never would!” Misaki exclaimed, realization, “So that’s what I need to do! Make fake Misaki act nothing like I would!!”
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“M-Misaki…” Akihiko moaned, thrusting his own hips down to meet the younger’s.
“A-Akihiko!” Misaki gasped, hands clenching the fabric that covered Akihiko’s chest, “Please…”
The older man leaned closer to the brunette, placing his mouth beside his ear as his voice came out in a low, sultry whisper, “Please what? You need to learn to be far more specific, Misaki.”
Akihiko nipped at the neck as the boy shifted slightly beneath him. As the boy squirmed under his touch, Akihiko couldn’t help but smirk. Letting his hands drift further south, the older of the two males gently sank his teeth into the skin of his lover’s neck, causing him to arch up towards his wandering hands. The sound that escaped his lover’s mouth was akin to a mixture of both a gasp and moan. As his fingers worked on freeing the young male from his jeans, Akihiko slowly licked at the place he had bitten, earning himself the sweet sound of Misaki’s whimpering.
“What? Is there something else-” Akihiko teased, breath rubbing against Misaki’s sensitive neck as his hands pulled the material from his lower extremities, “that you want, Misaki?”
Misaki just nodded, not trusting how his voice might sound.
“Then beg for it,” Akihiko smirked, hand gripping the younger male slightly.
“Ah!” Misaki gasped, eyes widening for a second as pleasure itself coursed through his veins, “P-Please…”
Akihiko smirked as his mouth traveled down towards his chest once more. He felt Misaki squirm beneath him and could not how his smirk grew a little wider. As his mouth yet again closed around one of Misaki’s pert nipples, his hand started to pump the whimpering boy rapidly. The boy moaned openly, head falling back onto the cushions of the couch. The silverish-blonde haired male could hear the rustling of material that they laid on as Misaki’s slender fingers dug into them.
It never had ceased to amaze him just how sensitive his little lover was. No matter how many times they did, Misaki would always be crying out for an amount of pleasure that he could barely stand. Of course, the boy would always deny it. Then Akihiko always found it to be rather productive to “show” him just how he had felt. He still loved how the boy, no matter what he said during the day, would always come willingly into his arms at night. He loved how the boy would cry out for him and no one else. He loved how the boy managed to stop his heart every time he saw him. It was an amazing feeling, the love he felt towards Misaki.
“A-Akihiko!” Misaki cried out, eyes squeezed shut as he felt his climax drawing closer and closer until…
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“Misaki?” Usagi-san’s voice filled Misaki’s ears, hands freezing instantly.
“Y-Yes!?” Misaki gasped, eyes glued on his door.
“I’m going to step out for a bit, alright?” Usagi-san said, voice coming from door stairs.
Misaki let out a relieved sigh, “Alright! I’ll have dinner ready when you get home!”
“Thanks,” Usagi-san said as he walked out the door, “See you in a bit.”
“That was too close,” Misaki sighed, eyes returning to the screen.
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Akihiko stopped everything he was doing. He lifted his head from his lover’s chest as Misaki’s pure emerald eyes shot open and looked at him. The look that overtook the smaller male for a second almost made Akihiko finish what he was doing. The look of desperation and of pure lust was almost too much for him. Smiling, Akihiko brought his mouth up to Misaki’s lips, pressing against his for a brief second.
“I told you,” Akihiko grinned, placing his forehead against the younger male’s, “I want to hear what you want. I want you to beg.”
“P-Please,” Misaki whimpered, rocking his hips up into his lover’s hand, “M-More.”
“How much more?” Akihiko asked, “How much are you willing to give me, Misaki?”
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Misaki stopped and stared at the screen. Why had he done that!.? How was he going to answer to that!? Whenever Usagi-san himself asked Misaki that same question, all he did was mumble something into the pillows or yell at the older man. This was too cruel…
“Well…If I was fake Misaki, what would I say?” Misaki sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Oh. That’s right. He and I are technically the same person.”
Sighing again, Misaki saved what he had of the document and set it down next to him. Stretching a bit, Misaki plopped backwards onto his bed. Placing his forearm atop his forehead, the young brunette stared up at the ceiling. He started to search through his brain for any sort of idea that could help him with this problem.
“He could say that he’s willing to give Akihiko anything he wanted,” Misaki thought a loud, “But I would never say something like that. Then again…he does tend to say things that I never would.”
Pulling the laptop on top of his stomach, Misaki typed the phrase down only to delete it almost immediately. Growling, Misaki ran his hand back through his hair.
“Fuck…” Misaki swore, biting on his lower lip, “That was so unnatural…So what would he say?”
Misaki tapped his fingers on the keyboard before typing up what he knew the fake Misaki would say. Though he wished that he wouldn’t…
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“How much more?” Akihiko asked, “How much are you willing to give me, Misaki?”
“E-Everything,” Misaki softly moaned, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck, pulling Akihiko down for a heart stopping kiss.
After several long moments, Akihiko pulled away and stared deeply into the brunette’s eyes. He gulped as he stared into the cloudy emeralds he found in Misaki’s eyes.
“Take me, Akihiko,” Misaki breathed heavily, lower body arching up to rub against his, “Make me yours and only yours.”
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“Why does fake Misaki have act so (dare I say it) slutty towards Akihiko!? I would never do something like that!!!” Misaki screamed, hands messing up his hair before going back to typing.
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Suddenly, Akihiko’s mouth crushed his own as his hands flew to the older male’s belt. His fingers fumbled several times as his lover’s tongue tried to rip all sensible thought from his brain. The second he was able to, Akihiko nearly ripped his pants off of his person, going straight back to Misaki’s body. Misaki let out a slight whimper when his lover’s mouth left him. His complaint was cut short when he felt two fingers tracing his lips.
“Suck,” Akihiko ordered, the rest of his body sliding down the other’s slender frame towards his erect manhood.
Misaki did as he was told, taking the digits into his mouth. He groaned a little as he felt Akihiko’s tongue slowly move up his manhood from the base, flicking along the very tip. He could almost feel the older male’s smirk against his skin as he slicked the two fingers with his tongue. Akihiko snaked his other hand up to his chest, playfully tweaking on of his nipples. Groaning at the sensation, Misaki gently bucked his hips upwards. He didn’t think his sanity could take anymore of this torture. That was, if he was still able to think anymore.
“Oh? Impatient, aren’t we?” Akihiko chuckled deeply, not missing how Misaki’s eyes fluttered beneath his lashes/
“Don’t worry,” Akihiko said, pulling his fingers from Misaki’s mouth, “You’ll feel really good in a second, my Misaki.”
“A-Akihiko,” Misaki groaned, hips slightly elevated, desperate for any sort of pleasure his lover would be kind enough to bestow upon him.
Akihiko smirked as one of his slick fingers traced the whimpering boy’s entrance. The boy’s body shuddered violently, knowing the pleasure that would come later that night. Pinching one of the hardened buds on the boy’s chest, Akihiko gently pushed one finger inside his lover. The boy let out a gasp as his body immediately tightened around his finger.
“Relax,” Akihiko ordered, “We’ve done this so many times and you still get so nervous.”
Akihiko smiled wickedly towards the boy, “But I know how to fix that.”
Slowly, Akihiko lowered his mouth onto his love’s manhood. Misaki’s back instantly arched off of the cushions as he took his member deep into his mouth. Misaki moaned loudly as Akihiko started to suck on the tip of his erection. At the same time, he could feel the finger inside of him, slowly stretching him. It was soon added with another, though he barely noticed it due to the heat surrounding his manhood and the torturous hand that toyed with his chest. His fingers yet again dug into the couch as he felt his eyes roll back into his skull. This was too much. Before he knew it, there was a third finger inside of him, stretching and searching him. Misaki almost wanted to hope that it wouldn’t find what it searched for. He wasn’t entirely sure he would be able to stand it if it did.
Those thoughts were quick to be dispersed when the fingers deep inside of him finally found his prostate. Misaki shouted out, hands flying down to grip his lover’s hair. He felt those same fingers stay in that spot, rubbing against his prostate as his started to thrash a bit. His hips seemed torn from the ached to arch up into that heat that surround and the desire to force himself down upon the fingers that abused his prostate. At the same time, his lungs no longer belonged to him. Every breath came quick and shallow. His throat joined in the rebellion as he openly sounded his enjoyment of the treatment.
“A-Akihiko!” Misaki cried out, trying to warn the other before his body finally reached true bliss in his fast approaching climax.
Suddenly, there was nothing. No hand toying with his chest. No heat surrounding him. No fingers abusing his prostate. The only thing that Misaki was aware of was the fact that he couldn’t come. Growling low in his throat, Misaki was about to complain when he felt the all to familiar feeling of his lover’s erection pressed against his entrance.
“Wanna come?” Akihiko asked, throwing his frustration out the door.
Misaki just nodded furiously.
Akihiko smiled down at his lover before flipping him over onto his hands and knees. Leaning over him, the older male gently nipped at his young lover’s neck as he positioned himself against his entrance. His other hand went to lazily running up and down his chest and stomach. The brunette pushed his bottom up towards Akihiko’s thick manhood.
“P-Please, Akihiko,” Misaki whimpered, looking over his shoulder, “I need you inside me so much.”
Akihiko felt his control suddenly start to fray as he gently pushed inside his slender lover. He heard Misaki cry out like he never had before. He could feel the muscles spasm around him as he pushed in to the hilt. When he was fully inside, he heard Misaki’s soft pants. Looking at the boy’s face, he noticed that it wasn’t the normal one he wore whenever he first took him every night. No, this face was still a familiar one. It was the one his small lover wore whenever he brought the boy to climax. Bringing his hand down to Misaki’s manhood, he was surprisingly pleased to find it drenched in its own fluids, slowly hardening again.
“Feel good?” Akihiko whispered into the brunette’s ear, loving how the boy trembled beneath him.
Misaki just nodded slightly, voice still lost somewhere in the throws of pleasure.
Akihiko smiled against the boy’s neck as he slowly pulled out enough till he was nearly completely out of Misaki only to thrust back inside. Misaki cried out at the first thrust as he brushed against his prostate. Akihiko watched as he repeated this motion as Misaki’s fingers curled into fists against the cushions of the couch. He let his mind swim in pleasure from all the sounds that the brunette as he kept a slow, strong, even pace. His hands wandered up from his hips, gently tracing the skin until he reached his neck before running gently back down to repeat the motion.
Misaki let out loud moan as his eyes rolled back into his skull again. He had never felt such an intense amount of pleasure. Normally, whenever he and Akihiko were intimate, Akihiko would tease his body until he gave into the pleasure then they would share several fast and hot dances of passion that left his screaming at the end of it all. But never before had he started off screaming. Never before had Akihiko been so tender during the passionate dance. True, the man was never cruel and never hurt him but he had also never been this gentle with Misaki. It was if Akihiko was trying to treasure him. And, as much as he hated admitting it, Misaki was loving every second of this treatment.
Still, this slow pace was starting to effect Misaki, He balanced all his weight onto one hand as the other reached back to reach his Akihiko. His hand grabbed a hold of when of Akihiko’s hands as he returned to his hip. Grasping it tightly, Misaki pushed back against his lover’s thrusting hips, earning a low groan from his wonderful Akihiko.
“M-More, Akihiko,” Misaki moaned a bit, “Please…Faster.”
That was all Akihiko needed before he began a faster and stronger tempo. Misaki voice rose even higher than before, body pushing back against Akihiko with perfect precession. Both were lost in the beautiful symphony of their bodies moving in unison, voices blending together in a wonderful harmony. Misaki’s voice sounded above everything as he cried out once more as the coil deep within him finally snapped, pure pleasure coursing through his body. Misaki’s arms gave out under him, face colliding with the throw pillow beneath him. Akihiko gritted his teeth as a loud moan tore from his throat at the feeling of the tightening muscles around him. His hips snapped forward faster, plunging deeper into the smaller boy.
Misaki barely had time to wonder if it was possible to die from such an amazing pleasure before Akihiko brought him back into the passionate dance. Arms no longer holding him back, Misaki let the pillow swallow up all of his sounds as Akihiko’s tempo started to falter. He could feel a trail of saliva slide out of his mouth as his mind barely registered one of those large hands trailing back down to his manhood. That is, until it gripped it suddenly and started to pump him in time with Akihiko’s frantic growing thrusts. The brunette cried out as he felt the coil tightening once again deep within.
“M-Misaki,” Akihiko softly moaned, breath right against his ear, “I-I love you M-Misaki.
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“Damn it!!” Misaki shouted, waterfall tears falling from his eyes, “Even when I’m the writing, Usagi-san still says it!!”
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“I-I love y-you too,” Misaki managed to get out, hands digging into Akihiko’s arms, “S-So close…”
“I know,” Akihiko panted, both of their bodies moving frantically for their climax.
Misaki cried out one last time, Akihiko’s name on his tongue as he felt Akihiko thrust into him one last time. He heard his own name mixed in with Akihiko’s low moan before he felt the older male’s hot seed fill him. Trembling violently, the two men collapsed onto the couch, both ignoring the mess beneath them. Misaki barely registered Akihiko’s arms pulling him tightly to his chest before a blissful sleep overtook them.
“I’m…yours,” Misaki murmured, sweet sleep surrounding him as he listened to Akihiko’s gentle breating, “forever, Akihiko.”
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“Done!” Misaki shouted, saving the chapter and shutting down the computer, “Finally!!”
Misaki looked over at his clock and sighed. It was only 5:30. He still had plenty of time to make dinner. However, there was one other problem.
“I-I think I know why Usagi-san constantly attacks me after he finishes a chapter,” Misaki whimpered, blush appearing on his face making him look like one of his beloved strawberries, “I-If I go down there now, Usagi-san will come home, see me, and there will be no escape from him tonight.
“But, I can’t stay in here all night. Usagi-san will worry about me and might find out about me writing for his BL book,” Misaki cried, “What do I do!”
Misaki let his gaze fall onto where the laptop laid and felt his blush intensify. He shook his head violently, “No, no, no! I could never do such a thing like that!”
‘But,’ Misaki thought seconds earlier, ‘I don’t have many other choices…'
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Mizu: Tadaa!!
Usagi-san: I’ve got to admit that I really like this Misaki.
Misaki: *hiding in his room* Damn you and your shitty rabbits, Mizu!!
Usagi-san: He gonna come out soon?
Mizu: Maybe. *sweat drop* He’s not gonna like me for the beginning of the next chapter…Anyways, all reviews and suggestions are extremely welcomed…USAGI-SAN!! Leave poor Misaki alone!
Usagi-san: But I’m low on Misaki.
Mizu: That’s not possible! You had him all during your brain block!!
Usagi-san: But-
Mizu: No buts! You leave Misaki alone!!
Misaki: Thank you Mizu! I-
Mizu: After all, I need him to be able to walk next chapter. Besides, you two get to get it on REALLY soon so just cool your heels till then.
Misaki: I hate you, Mizu!
Usagi-san: Fine…
Mizu: Now that that’s settled, Ciao for now!
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