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Those Passionate, Hidden Words	By : Innocent-heart2 Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 2128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica nor any of the characters in the series. I don't earn any money for writing these fanfictions.

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Mizu: Woot! I finally got this chapter fully typed up! I’ve got to tell you, I just don’t think I can write a lot of lemon scenes. When I try to write them, it always takes me a week just to cover two pages…or at least that’s what it feels like. Anyway, no, there isn’t a lemon scene in this chapter. But there should be at least one more sometime in the future chapters. Disclaimer: I don’t own Junjou Romantica. If I did, I think that I would be the happiest person in the world.

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Those Passionate, Hidden Words

Chapter Four: My Precious M…

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            “I really hope that Usagi-san hasn’t gotten home yet,” Misaki whimpered, peaking out his door just to be sure, “Good.”

            Misaki flopped back on his bed with a groan. No matter how hard he tried, he just could not will away his obvious arousal. Whenever he tried, his mind wandered back to what he had just written and that only made it worse. To make things worse, he still had to make dinner for him and Usagi-san soon. While that may have normally seemed to be no big deal, should Usagi-san walk in and see him in his current state, Misaki would need to start using crutches.

            “This is not good,” Misaki whined, “and I can’t just stay up here cause then Usagi-san will come in here to check on me.”

            ‘I curse you, stupid BL books! This is all your fault!’ Misaki shouted inside his own mind before giving into reality.

            “I really don’t have any other choice,” Misaki sighed, gently placing the laptop on his bedside table, “I really hope that book is worth all of this torture.”

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            Usagi-san sighed as he walked up the stairs towards his Misaki’s room. He was really starting to get fed up with Aikawa and all of her “ideas” to spur his creativity. Honestly, a cat boy fetish? Knowing he had to talk with her about it, the writer had left about an hour ago, leaving his lover behind.

            ‘My little lover who I know for a fact is up to something to spur my writings,’ Usagi-san smirked, pausing as he stared at the doors on the second floor.

            When he had arrived home, Misaki was not working on dinner like he said he would be. Growing a tad suspicious, Usagi-san leisurely made his way over to his lover’s bedroom. Noticing that the door was slightly ajar, the writer peaked in. If it was possible, Usagi-san swore that his jaw would have hit the floor.

            “U-Usagi-san,” Usagi-san heard his lover softly moan.

            The writer swallowed thickly, eyes glued to the vision on the bed. The boy was sprawled out on his bed with the writer’s laptop on one side, lid shut. He still wore the shirt he had on earlier but it was bunched up revealing his slim chest and abdomen. As his eyes traveled lower, the writer’s mouth curled up into a devious smirk. Catching sight of the brunette’s pants pushed down past his knees along with his boxers was almost too much for the famous writer to bear. He brought his eyes back up to his young lover’s face in hopes to control himself.

The youth’s cheeks were flushed with a vibrant red and his eyes were closed. His mouth was slightly agape as his body tried to control his shallow and rapid breath. Usagi-san watched with enthusiasm as the boy’s chest rose and fell with each and every breath. He watched as the boy’s face went from a look of bliss to his normal sleeping, relaxed state. Chuckling, Usagi-san barely managed to keep his perverted desires to himself. After several moments of watching the boy doze, the writer slowly walked into the room. Taking care not to attack the sleeping boy, Usagi-san quickly grabbed his laptop before fleeing the scene.

            As fast as he could, Usagi-san raced into his study and powered up his laptop. As he awaited for the machine to start up, the writer found himself anxiously tapping his fingers on his desk. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so excited about something so small. Usagi-san chuckled. This was no small feat. This was big, huge even! His little Misaki was writing, for him! His young lover had been so worried about him that he took it upon himself to sneak around and try to further motivate him into writing. It made Usagi-san feel so happy that he wasn’t sure he could stand it. All of this, all of this secret writing meant that his Misaki was finally completely ready for the next step in their relationship. At least…in Usagi-san’s mind.

            When he finally reached the document, Usagi-san quickly scrolled through to see how much Misaki attempted for him. After seeing several pages, Usagi-san sighed and returned to the beginning of Misaki’s work. Thinking that he’d just fix it up and tweak it a little as he read, Usagi-san settled in for a long night of editing. With the promise of Misaki for a midnight snack of course~!

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Two hours later…

            When Misaki had awoken, he naturally was embarrassed at how he could fall asleep in his state. Then he noticed the missing laptop. When the embarrassment and anger faded after a couple of moments, Misaki couldn’t help but admire his lover for not devouring him while he slept. Stretching, Misaki slowly got up and dressed before heading down the stairs to fix a late dinner.

            He couldn’t have been in the kitchen for more than five minutes when his Usagi-san stalked down the stairs. Not really paying much mind to the slight change in demeanor, Misaki beamed up at the man in hopes to stay out of trouble in case the writer had just woken up. As he rambled on and on about how sorry he was for making dinner so late, he failed to notice that the older male was picking up his Suzuki-sans from the sofas. And moving the table out from the middle. And the placing of brand new throws pillows on the ends of the sofas. The only thing that he noticed was that Usagi-san hadn’t spoken a word to him since he had come down.

            “U-Usagi-san?” Misaki whispered, “Is everything alrigh-”

            “Come over here,” Usagi-san said with a strong tone.

            Gulping, Misaki dried off his hands and slowly approached the almighty Usami-sama, suddenly filled with a fear for his ability to walk, “Wh-What’s wrong?”

            The taller man suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him up against his chest. Slowly, he brought his mouth down next to the brunette’s ear, sending chills racing up his spine. The young male could feel his ears burning from blusing. His heartbeat exploded into a sprint as his lover whispered his name into his ear.

            “Misaki,” Usagi-san whispered, smirking, “I really had no clue that you such a talent for writing.”

            “Wh-what on earth are you talking about, Usagi-san!?” Misaki chuckled nervously, “Haha, good one!”

            “I’m actually quite surprised that you can write in such great detail,” Usagi-san said as he slowly ran his hand under the brunette’s shirt.

            “U-Usagi-san,” Misaki whimpered.

            “Yes,” Usagi-san said, pulling his head back, “You are very talented, Misaki.”

            “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Misaki whispered, trying to break eye contact.

            Usagi-san continued to smirk as he tilted the young boy’s head up a bit, “I have two theories I want to test out.”

            “Th-Theories?” Misaki questioned.

            “One, if I recreate the scene from one of my BL novels, will you finally act like your fictional counterpart?” Usagi-san smirked.

            “D-Definitely not,” Misaki said, turning his head away.

            “But you are right now,” Usagi-san stated, chuckled as how the boy’s eyes widened, “And he must live somewhere in you cause you captured him perfectly with your writing.”

            “Huh?,” Misaki gaped.

            “Two, since all of the BL novels I have ever written have always been my fantasies, what about this one that you just wrote? Is it your deep, dark fantasy, Misaki?” Usagi-san chuckled darkly.

            Misaki’s face turned into a tomato while his mouth and eyes opened as wide as they would go, “No, no, no, no, no! I-I just was writing what I thought you’d write!”

            “Your mouth is saying that but your eyes are just screaming that it was,” Usagi-san said, lowering his head to Misaki’s neck.

            “N-No…It’s not l-like that,” Misaki whimpered, finally fully giving up on his non-convincing charade.

            “Well, let’s test out these theory of mine and find out,” Usagi-san smirked, pushing the brunette down onto the sofa, “But let me warn you that the truth can be more thrilling and satisfying than fiction, Misaki”

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            “You finally finished it!” Aikawa squealed the next morning when Usagi-san handed her the manuscript the second she walked in.

            “Take it and go,” Usagi-san said, turning to walk upstairs.

            “No way!” Aikawa snapped, rushing in front of him, “I need to know what finally spurred you into finishing this~!”

            “Why?” Usagi-san blinked.

            “So I know what I need to do the next time this happens!” Aikawa beamed.

            “…Read the request to the printers that I put on the top,” Usagi-san said before pushing the woman out the door.

            “Hm?” Aikawa blinked before looking out the page, “A dedication? To my precious M. I could have never finished this novel without your constant support and extreme help on writing the ending. Who’s M?”

            Aikawa stood out in front of the door for several moments before it hit her, “Misaki~!”

            Aikawa quickly unlocked the door and ran up the stairs, passing by one Usagi-san carrying a heating pad. She first checked for the brunette in his room. When she didn’t find him there, she rushed back to the writer’s room. She shoved said writer out of the doorway and kicked the door down. The second that she spotted the whimpering boy on the bed, she pounced.

            “Misaki~!” Aikawa squealed, wrapping her arms around the poor boy, “That’s wonderful!!”

            “Ai-Aikawa-san!” Misaki exclaimed as pain erupted through his body.

            “I’m so happy for you!” Aikawa exclaimed, pulling the boy into a bone crushing hug.

            “F-For what?” Misaki questioned.

            “You and Usagi-san are together!” Aikawa beamed, “And you helped him through his writer’s block!”

            “He didn’t help me through the writer’s block,” Usagi-san sighed as Misaki paled.

            “Huh?” Aikawa blinked.

            “He wrote the ending,” Usagi-san smirked, “And he managed to copy my writing style pretty closely. I only had to change a few things.”

            “Really!?” Aikawa squealed again, “That’s even better!”

            “How so?” Misaki questioned.

            “Cause now whenever I can’t get Usagi-san to work, I can have you work on it a bit~!” Aikawa said, a devious smirk on her face.

            “No!” Misaki cried.

            “I’d prefer to just make him my co-author for the BL novels,” Usagi-san said, smirking the whole time.

            “Oooh~! That’s perfect!” Aikawa clapped, releasing the poor brunette, “But he’ll need a better pen name than M.”

            “Hm…What about Akikawa Kin?” Usagi-san suggested.

            “Wait! Why do I have to have the same name as your other pen name!” Misaki demanded, forgetting the real problem.

            “He’s got a point,” Aikawa nodded, “We can’t advertise this easily as the debut of two lovers working together if you have the same name.”

            “Then what other name could he have?” Usagi-san asked, taking note that Misaki had forgotten the main point of the conversation.

            “…What about Masayoshi Kin instead?” Misaki suggested, still oblivious.

            “Perfect!” Aikawa beamed, pulling out the request page, “Then we can change the part, To my precious M, to, To my loving partner Masayoshi Kin. This is going to be great!”

            “Good,” Usagi-san said before shooing the woman from his room, “Now why don’t you go get that to the printers. “Kin” and I need to have some alone time.”

            “Roger!” Aikawa beamed as the realization hit Misaki.

            “Wait! Aikawa-san!” Misaki cried as Usagi-san shut and locked the door, “Come back, Aikawa-san!”

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Mizu: Woot! Misaki’s a writer now~!

Misaki: *whimpering* Why, Mizu? Why?

Mizu: Cause this is going to prove to be so much fun!!

Usagi-san: I really like this idea.

Misaki: Don’t agree with her!

Mizu: I can’t wait till next chapter~! It’s going to be so much fun! Till then, remember that I love all reviews and suggestions. Ciao for now, peoples!

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