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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
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Hello, my fellow perverts. ;) Welcome to the blissfulness of chapter three. I do hope you guys enjoy this one...I sure did. ;) Lol.

Despite the impending dangers at hand, preparing dinner isn't as wearisome as Misaki first thought it'd be. Whether due to their famished hunger or the awareness of their ensuing game, the couple was enclosed amongst the pleasant silence, with only occasional eruptions as the teen assembled supper. Akihiko watched, fascinated as his maid dexterously set to work. Yet despite the factors that enveloped his kitten's culinary talent, he found himself caring very little. Instead of paying attention to Misaki's cooking skills, his eyes were fixed on the boy's delectable backside.
Misaki had no idea how delicious he looked to Akihiko. Whenever he bent down to grab some ingredients, the skirt he was wearing would ride up, gracing Akihiko with that lovely view of his practically bare ass.
Soon enough, Misaki caught the pervert staring at him. The glare he would give Akihiko for witnessing this, coupled with the blush dusting his cheeks made him utterly adorable in the man's eyes. Akihiko knew it was shameful to be behaving in such a way, yet he couldn't get himself to care about it. Besides, it was easy to tell from Misaki's reactions that he was enjoying it as well. Akihiko grinned wickedly. Just the revelation of that luscious flesh designated combustion that scampered throughout his powerful built. Pieces of bewilderment shrouded his very thoughts. Just what was wrong with him? He could hardly marvel at the boy without wanting to possess his youthful frame.
Akihiko always prided himself on being a man who was constantly in control, but as soon as Misaki bent down again the author could barely hold back the groan that was threatening to leave him. It was Misaki—and only Misaki—who could make him lose that control and give in to his most primal and animalistic desires. Although Akihiko was aware of this 'problem', it didn't bother him in the slightest.
Swarms of emotion galloped throughout the teen. The first one being anger: how dare this pervert subject him to this kind of harassment! What the fuck was wrong with him?! The author may have been the victor of their abiding bet, yet that still didn't give him the right to ogle at him like he was a piece of meat! It utterly infuriated him when the author was acting like this. He wanted to go up and slap the man! It would definitely serve him right! Yet despite the seething anger that rung forth, he couldn't deny the second emotion: excitement. He would never admit it, yet it secretly thrilled him when those eyes were raked upon his frame. It birthed the blissful unknown: the naughty characteristics he never knew he had. It was scary to think about...yet he never dwelled on it for very long. He would always feel that heavenly thump cascading his racing heartbeat, erupting his mind within that ravishing utopia.
Naturally, Akihiko knew exactly what was going on inside of his kitten's head and decided to use that knowledge for his own entertainment.
"Oh Misaki, you're just too cruel," the author purred teasingly, "You have me waiting here, restraining myself, and yet you're moving around so sexily. I feel like you're torturing me on purpose."
"Baka Usagi! I'm doing no such thing...and where the hell did you even get that idea from anyway?!"
"It's obvious with the way you're constantly bending over to show off that delicious ass of yours."
"P-Pervert!" The teen piped, stirring the broth a bit more harsher than necessary. "You see? This is why I can't stand you!"
Akihiko could barely contain his amusement. His chuckle filled the space between them, delighting the teen. He liked the sound of it, raucous and unrestrained. Akihiko's laughter was delicious, instantly replacing the irritation for desire as it bubbled low within his belly.
"If you really can't stand me, why is your body language telling me how much you want me to ravage you?" Akihiko asked, cocking an eyebrow as a smirk played on his lips.
"Stop making things up already!"
"I'm not, Misaki." Lavender eyes stared at the boy alluringly. "Lying to me isn't going to work, as I already know what you want me to do. The way you're moving those hips is clearly an invitation to touch you."
Misaki's face grew beet red as he bit his lip, trying to still his own arousal. "B-Back off!" he stuttered, "I'm not going to let you spoil the food, so don't you dare try and drag me out the kitchen!"
"We could always just do it here," Akihiko hinted in a husky voice.
"Not while I'm making dinner!" Misaki retorted. "Sheesh, you're the worst. The food's almost ready, so shut-up and let me cook dammit!"
Another chortle escapes the man's lips. "Whatever you say, my sweet Misaki."
The teen rolled his eyes at the absurdity conceived within that statement. How the man managed to accomplish so much with that particular mindset was beyond him. It wasn't long before the meal at hand was finally finished. Misaki brought the pot with Sukiyaki to the table, along with a bottle of fine red wine. He wasn't much of a drinker himself, but Akihiko had insisted that some wine would go well with a such popular one-pot dish.
With the food ready on the dining table, Akihiko and Misaki had sat down across from each other. Avoiding his Master's gaze, Misaki began to eat his meal and quickly discovered just how hungry he truly was. He hadn't noticed it before, mainly because he'd been too busy scolding the author for being a pervert.
Eventually, it came to Misaki's attention that he was making rather loud slurping noises. Embarrassed by this, he blushed and looked up at Akihiko to see whether the man was looking at him disapprovingly or not. The latter's eyes were indeed fixed on him, but it was impossible to read his Master's mind.
"Aha...ahahaha," Misaki laughed nervously, "Uhm, sorry about that."
Akihiko chuckled and played with his chopsticks. "Don't worry about it," he replied, "It was cute."
"N-no it isn't..." The color of Misaki's face turned to a warmer shade of red. Although he knew that Akihiko was being honest, he couldn't simply accept that compliment. His pride wouldn't allow him to be okay with being called ''cute''. He was a man after all.
The author playfully rolled his eyes. "I don't see why you insist on being stubborn." He said quietly, picking up a piece of beef. "You should accept the compliments I give you."
"Baka," the teen mumbled, glaring at his rabbit's flirtatious stare. "I would never do such a thing!"
Akihiko flashed a wicked grin. "I can see that," he rumbled, carefully bringing that hot meat into his mouth. He groaned blissfully as he took the first bite. "This is delicious," he breathed, licking his lips as the texture melts into his mouth with luxurious richness.
Misaki's heart danced from the veracity within that statement. He could hardly contain the riotous feelings scampering throughout his mind—yet then again, it could have the aftermaths of that wine. He watched as the man devoured everything upon his plate, leaving no room for leftovers. The teen smiled softly. Baka Usagi, he thought. You're just too greedy for your own good. He lets his gaze linger upon that restless mouth, and for a moment, his thoughts momentarily abandoned him. Just the memory of that luscious mouth at work designates the lustful fires he longed to extricate. That mouth, that blissful, saporous mouth has been on him...every part of him. He squirms uncomfortably in his chair as the memories begin to escalate, drowning him more into that everlasting heat.
Curious, the man glances up at his lover and Misaki flushes at the sight. He'd been too focused on his food to see what the teen was doing, but his kitten's flustered face is a significant clue.
"I'd give anything to know what you're thinking right now," he whispered hotly. Teasing Misaki has always been amongst his greatest joys.
"I-I wasn't doing anything!"
"So you say, but the look in your eyes is telling me differently." Akihiko purred playfully as he continued. "Were you fantasizing about me just now?"
"Of course not!" the teen bellowed, fighting the quivers that threatened to burglarize his physique. "I would never do something like that!"
"Liar." Akihiko's voice is a growl. It slithered toward the boy until he felt the words themselves crawling amongst his skin. "You naughty little liar."
"Hentai!" Misaki had asserted, hopelessly striving to overlook that indecorous remark. "Don't...say those kind of things!"
The author's smile turned faintly savage. "And why can't I voice those kinds of opinions?"
Crimson blossomed onto the teen's cheeks. "B-Because," he stuttered, flickering his eyes downward. "It's not mannerly—!"
"Misaki."
The teen doesn't want to gaze up at the sound of his name, but his eyes are inexorably drawn to the man's. His voice is a command the teen cannot ignore, though it is as gentle as the breeze. "Enough of these fruitless disputes. Enough of these hindering distractions. I want you. I've wanted you the moment I'd walked through that door, seeing you flaunt around in that sexy outfit. And right now, I know you want me, Misaki."
Misaki's feisty resistance dissolved almost rapidly based from the lewdness conceived within that assertion. Pleasure encased the wondrous movements of his galloping heartbeat. Damn Usagi and his perverted tongue! Damn him to the fiery pits of fucking hell! How could he say such provocative things and expected him not to be affected?! Animosity flared throughout his regions. Baka Usagi! He just wasn't playing fair! He wanted to curse the man out more than anything, yet...he couldn't help but process those enthralling words. His nerves were running wildly, inducing the feelings of lust and painful longing. He couldn't do anything but pacify the evident embers inside him, for the glimmering heat trailed suggestiveness at every wake.
"Still with me?" The author teased, his voice rich, warm and seductive. He takes a sip of his wine, his erogenous gaze still locked upon the teen.
Tremors of pleasure scamper down Misaki's spine. "But...dinner." His voice is small, pathetic.
Akihiko shot the boy a look that was purely predatory. "Right now, Misaki, I couldn't give a fuck about our food. What I do give a fuck about is fucking you."
"D-Don't be so vulgar!" Misaki sputtered, "This isn't the time to be talking about that."
"You just don't understand, do you?" Akihiko asked, laughter accompanying his words, "If I feel like it's time for dirty talk, then it is time. As your master, that is up to me to decide and you can argue with it whatever you want, but I won't allow you to disobey me...unless you want me to punish you."
The confidence of that statement made Misaki understand that there was no room for negotiation. A maid was supposed to serve their master loyally without questioning his orders and he was a bit scared of whatever punishment Akihiko had in mind. Still, he wanted to try and evade his fate a little longer.
"Could you at least wait until I've done the dishes and cleaned the kitchen?"
"No," Akihiko replied curtly, "I have waited for too long already."
"C-Come on, I can't leave it like this! I promise I'll do whatever you want if you just let me finish my chores. Really, I'll do anything once I'm done."
Long fingers intertwined as Akihiko gazed at his sweet kitten, imagining the many erotic acts Misaki could perform if he accepted the offer. Since it was a promise, the maid would have to do what Akihiko asked of him, no matter how dirty or outrageous it was. Needless to say, it was too tempting for him to refuse.
With the corners of his lips curving upwards, he gave a small, quick nod. "All right, I'll give you a few minutes to take care of everything and after that..." He paused momentarily for a dramatic effect before saying, "...after that you will have to grant my every wish. I won't allow you to break your promise to me."
Slowly, the teen nodded. "Yes," he breathed, trying to calm the raging gratification that erupted within him as those words established an unbreakable vow.
The author's smile was triumphant. "I'm glad we could come to this proper agreement."
Nothing more was said amongst the table, and the couple continued to eat within the sweltering silence. It wasn't long before their meal at hand was finally finished. Misaki stood up, collected the dirty dishes, and walked over to the sink to wash the remaining mess. He knew those eyes were raking upon him, but he chose to ignore their excessiveness. He was probably being silly, yet he couldn't help these troublesome feelings—for he had enough to deal with already!
And so, he continued cleansing the dishes that lingered at hand. Eventually, the dishes were done and all that was left was clearing the counters. Although there wasn't much chores, Misaki found himself tidying every possible thing he could get his hands on. The action itself was unreasonable, but he wasn't ready to face the wrath of his Master yet. Despite his hesitance, he completed his duties swiftly yet efficiently. He knew it wouldn't be wise to evade the man, so he sanitized the stations as quickly as he could.
Ultimately, he finished the duties expected of him and turned to face the man. His insides melt to sweet nothingness as that smile flickered across that handsome face. His heart leaped into mouth. The author is without a doubt, the most beautiful man amongst this planet. Too beautiful from the normal folks he's come across, too beautiful for him. Just the thought he's able to mesmerize this man sends a glorious thrill throughout his nerves, rendering him speechless in every wake. Akihiko then rose from his chair and walked over to the boy.
The unhurried manner with which he approached does nothing to decrease Misaki's fear. His very leisure terrified the teen, as though he was so sure of his eventual triumph that he didn't need to rush.
He stepped closer still, stopping a foot in front of the teen, his eyes boring into his. The bet, that lingering promise...they all fade as that seductive voice wormed its way into Misaki's veins, the words expanding within a provocative purr. "It seems we've reached a standstill."
Misaki could do nothing but stare, scorching averseness traveling amongst his frame. The author chuckled.
"I was most satisfied with your meal, though I must admit I'm not as sated as I like to be." He teased, his eyes traveling towards Misaki's lips before approaching the place where the ribbon amongst the costume ties near his delectable collarbone.
"Is that so?" Misaki asked, doing his best to evade the hungry stare that was lurking within those violaceous orbs.
A trace of a smile lifts the corner of Akihiko's mouth. "Obviously, Misaki."
Misaki's cheeks flushed the color of scarlet. The author finds himself laughing yet again.
Akihiko encased his arms around the boy, pulling that subtle frame close to him, though the clothing between them does little to dampen to the rush of blood rapturing his growing erection. He ran his fingers through the smoothness of that face before tilting the head upward, forcing the boy to meet his stare.
"Are you finished with your duties at hand?"
It's a simple question, yet the gratification of that voice raised the hair upon Misaki's arms. It is a voice of one that knowingly ignites the deeper desires ringing fourth.
Terror ensnared the teen's heart. "Yes...n-no...I...I mean..." His voice weakened as the man kissed his cheek before pursuing the tender skin down the bases of his throat.
"Make up your mind, my sweet pet." The author whispered, relishing the delicious shiver that raced up his kitten's spine.
Eagerness clouded the teen as he pressed himself into that powerful built. Despite the terror that's crawling through him, he doesn't want the man to leave. Not now. Desire, thick and hot, pools within his belly. The feeling is beyond exquisite, conceiving the ravishing thirst that's bursting throughout the deepest parts of him.
"Yes," Misaki whimpered, his voice no more than heated whisper. "They're done."
A wicked smirk found its way to Akihiko's face before he forced his lips upon Misaki's, claiming them in a sweltering kiss. His lips massage the other's, and it doesn't take long for his kitten to respond and welcome him. Misaki moaned as that tongue slipped between his lips, and he is lost within the heat of their kiss as the kitchen tilts beneath him. His hands come up as though they have a mind of their own, stroking that muscular chest until he wishes there was no dress shirt, no clothing that separated their fevered skin. Everything falls away as they propel themselves within that celestial liveliness, and for a moment, the teen lost all sense of self as he fell deeper into that realm of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered to him...nothing but the press of that body against his.
Then—all too soon—the author pulled away with a soft groan, standing upright. He gazed down at the boy, his eyes vicious, lustful...hypnotic. The teen doesn't have time to process the growing danger he's in because his eyes can't seem to leave the man. He is mesmerized...for watching the man is how one would feel when contemplating a dangerous predator, awed yet waiting for them to strike. Akihiko's breath came hard and fast before a devilish smile flickered before his handsome face, Misaki relishes the very sight.
"Then I suggest you come with me," the man purred, his eyes alive with ferocious excitement. "I have much more suitable things for you to attend to."

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