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Necrophilia	By : Saranwyn Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 3440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Necrophilia
- 2-Red
- 3-Despondency
- 4-Voice
- 5-Death
- 6-Cold
- 7-Mine
- 8-Snow
- 9-End
- 5
- 6
- 7
May 5, 2006 – Writer’s Journal Entry 1,138
Misaki shivered in the cold of the winter evening, arms wrapped tightly around himself. There was nothing around him, only silence on that empty street, broken only by the crunching of his own shoes on those tiny, white crystals. How had he ended up like this? Out in the cold, no had, no coat, no scarf, no gloves…no nothing except a thin, blue button-up, his jeans, and a pair of sneakers. He finally stopped walking, wriggling his toes to try to get some feeling in them. Nothing. The only thought that ran through his head at that moment was: Oh, God, I am going to die out here. He closed his eyes, letting the flakes of white gather on his eyelashes. Suddenly, a heavy warmth dropped around his shoulders. He spun and looked around.
“A-Akihiko,” he whispered, shocked.
“You look cold.” The larger man wrapped his arms around the boy, tugging his coat more firmly around those narrow shoulders. “What are you doing out here?”
“I…don’t remember…” Misaki replied with a dry chuckle.
“Come on. I’ll take you home.” Misaki bit his lip, looking up at Akihiko through his long eyelashes, an adorable blush dusting his cheeks. Completely unaware of how seductive he looked as he followed the older man into the car. They went back to Akihiko’s house and inside. Misaki stopped in the entryway, still shivering as his ex-boyfriend removed his coat. “You’re freezing,” Akihiko murmured, wrapping his arms around Misaki. “And your shirt is soaked.” He turned the boy around and began to unbutton his shirt, quickly pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground with a wet slapping sound.
“S-so cold…” Misaki murmured, looking up at his former lover. “Aki-!” Before he could finish, the older man had his lips pressed to Misaki’s slightly parted one.
“Are you cold here?” he whispered into his mouth. The younger nodded, the slightest movement of his chin. Lips merged again, tongues twisting together. Slowly, Akihiko make his way to Misaki’s neck. “And here?”
“Mmm…” The boy’s response was little more than a whimper. They had promised each other this would stop. But old habits die hard and addictions have iron grasps. His mouth meandered to the boy’s collar bone as he gently lowered them both to the ground.
“Here too?” Long, slim fingers threaded into his hair, curling loosely as he dropped a fiery trail of kisses to the boy’s chest. The heat of Akihiko’s mouth in sharp contrast to the chill of his skin burned Misaki, arching his body and causing him to writhe in pleasure… Akihiko looked up at his love. “I love you, Misaki…I should never have let you go.”
Well…this is hopefully the starts of a scene in my newest BL novel. Misaki has yet to discover these…I hope he doesn’t freak out when he figures out I’m using him, but he’s the only person I’ve used so far that has felt…right. This is the first time since my first one that Aikawa-san hasn’t had to force me to write the BL novels. Anyways, Misaki’s home from grocery shopping. I can hear him in the kitchen. I want to go see him, but I feel lethargic – as always.
Akihiko abruptly stopped writing when his bedroom door opened and Misaki came in. He shut his journal, setting it on the nightstand. The angel carried a plate of apple slices as he made his way over to the bed and sat down beside his landlord.
“You know, it’s bad for your eyes to write in the dark,” he murmured.
“I know, I just…”
“Didn’t feel like moving enough to reach over and turn on the lamp?” There was no sarcasm or mockery in his voice when he asked this, only gentle compassion and a hint of sadness. Akihiko nodded. “You hungry? I cut you some apple…”
“Thanks, but-”
“If I feed you…will you eat?”
“Y…yes.”
“Good.” He lifted his head so Misaki could give him a slice of apple. “It’s not good to eat while lying on your stomach.” Sighing, Akihiko sat up.
“Happy?” He was rewarded with a huge smile and immediately decided it was worth it to get his butt moving a little bit, if it would earn him that grin. He leaned over and kissed Misaki firmly on the lips. “Thank you, Misaki.” The boy blushed bright red and held up the apple slice to the author’s lips. Akihiko took a bite. He’s so cute…and still, even after him telling me he loves me, we still haven’t…done it. And for once, I’m actually in the mood…he mused, the wheels in his head spinning rapidly, forming a plan to get Misaki into bed with him. Suddenly, it hit him. “Misaki…do you want to help me with something?” he asked slyly. The brunette looked up, surprised.
“Sure, what is it?” he asked, looking rather pleased.
“It’s some research for one of my stories.”
“Really?! What can I do?” Akihiko chuckled softly, relishing the rush of energy that washed through his body.
“Kiss me.” Misaki blushed deeply.
“H-how is that research?”
“Writing is about capturing experiences. Trust me, Misaki…” His young lover nodded slowly and scooted closer, setting the plate down on the nightstand. Visibly nervous, he licked his lips anxiously before leaning in and pressing them softly against Akihiko’s. The author slid one hand around the back of Misaki’s neck, drawing the boy further towards him. His tongue slipped out, requesting entrance to the younger’s mouth, which – to his absolute delight – was granted. Fingers fumblingly slid up under the angel’s shirt, rubbing slow circles into his stomach, sides, and chest. He felt the skin quiver at his touch, spine arching gracefully. Reluctantly, he disengaged his mouth just long enough to get the shirt off before it was right back over Misaki’s, his tongue tasting all over the younger’s mouth.
“Mmmph…” the angel moaned softly, hands coming up to clutch onto Akihiko’s shirt. The author broke the kiss and trailed his lips down to find his lover’s neck, sucking lightly. “U-Usagi-s-san…” Misaki stammered weakly, eyes hooded with desire. “W-what is this feeling?” By this point the brunette was almost in his lap, allowing Akihiko to feel his fast growing arousal. He smirked as his lips meandered down to find Misaki’s collarbone.
“That…Misaki,” he purred. “Is lust.”
“L-lust?”
“How does it feel?”
“Like I’m melting…” The author’s lips found one of his young lover’s nipples, and he sucked it into his mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from the boy, who arched impossibly with the sheer sensation of it. He gently urged Misaki to lie down, which he did, and crawled over him, still licking, nipping, and sucking on that pert bud in his mouth. The boy’s finger’s now reached up to curl into his hair. The author drew away and stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside into the darkness of his room.
“Misaki it’s been so long…since I’ve been excited by something like this…enough to initiate,” he confessed softly. “You make me feel alive, again.” He then ducked his head to attack the boy’s mouth with his own, not minding at all the ungainly slurping sounds and he tried to take as much of that wonderful taste into his mouth as he could. He dropped his hips to roll them against his lover’s, once again drawing a gasp from him.
“Ah! W-what was that?”
“Did you like that?”
“Y-yes…” Akihiko rolled his hips again, harder, provoking more of a reaction. “Oh…” Misaki moaned. His older lover hastily removed the rest of their clothing. The angel tried to cover himself, but Akihiko pinned his hands over his head.
“Don’t…you’re beautiful. Let me see you,” he murmured. Releasing the boy’s wrists, he slowly kissed down his neck and chest to his stomach, where he dipped his tongue into his navel, swirling it teasingly. Slowly, cautiously as to not alarm Misaki from his pleasure-hazy state, he took the boy’s member into his mouth. His lover gasped and moaned and arched, tossing his head from side to side.
“Usagi-san!” Misaki wasn’t too big, so it wasn’t hard for Akihiko to fit it all into his throat if he just pushed aside his gag reflex a little. He bobbed his head, hollowing out his cheeks. “Usa-usagi…san…I…I feel…” He stopped, pulling away.
“Not yet, my love. I promise you, you can come as many times as you want tonight, but let’s just get this started, first.”
“S-started?” Misaki whimpered. Akihiko reached over into his nightstand and fumbled around for a bottle of lube he kept. Well, he hadn’t used it in a long time, but he’d kept it just in case. Now, he squeezed a good amount onto his fingers and rubbed them until they were thoroughly lubricated.
“This will probably hurt a little, but I swear…it will be worth it, okay?” Misaki met his eyes, and what the author saw in his lover’s face was complete and total trust.
“Okay.” Nodding, he rubbed one finger against the boy’s entrance for a minute before pushing it inside.
“Are you okay?” Akihiko asked, wiggling his finger around.
“Y-yeah…it just feels weird…” The older man pumped his finger in and out, getting Misaki used to it. And then, at length, he inserted another finger, causing the angel to gasp softly with pain. “It’s okay,” he quickly assured him. Slowly, Akihiko began to scissor his fingers, stretching his lover thoroughly before adding a third finger, drawing forth a soft hiss. “It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry, my love. It’s almost over.” While he prepared the boy, his fingers sought for that spot inside him.
“AH! Th-that!...Again…that…!” Akihiko smirked. Found it.
“That’s your prostate gland,” he murmured, rubbing his finger against that spot in small, languid circles.
“U-Usagi-san! Ana—ana—tomy lesson….later!” Akihiko chuckled and withdrew his fingers, quickly lubing up his own arousal.
“Hold onto me, Misaki, this is going to hurt.” His lover obeyed, sitting up and wrapping his arms around him. Slowly, as gently as humanly possible, Akihiko pushed inside that tight, hot passage. Misaki practically screamed. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything he could’ve imagined. It felt like he was being torn in two. At last, the author managed to get all the way inside, and he just stayed still, holding Misaki close and stroking his hair comfortingly. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep from moving. God, he’s so tight and hot and perfect…it’s almost painful, it feels so good! A last, he lay his lover down.
“I feel…so full,” Misaki whispered, tears trailing down his cheeks. Akihiko kissed them away, murmuring soothingly. “It’s okay…to move now…isn’t that…what you do?” The older man nodded, drew back half way, and slowly pushed back in. And again…and again…gradually increasing the length of his strokes.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“It…it’s starting to feel good…” Misaki breathed. Akihiko smiled. He brushed up against the boy’s prostate again, causing him to go rigid with pleasure.
“There we go,” the author breathed, speeding up a bit. “Misaki…you’re so tight…around me…you feel amazing.” Faster – he didn’t dare go harder on Misaki’s first time – but faster he could do, and they needed it.
“U-Usagi-san…I feel…”
“It’s okay…come for me.” Misaki arched off the bed, screaming out his lover’s name as he climaxed. Bright, white wings exploded from his back and Akihiko caught him to keep him from falling back to the bed and crushing them. In out in out in out faster faster faster. He felt the angel come down from his high, his member already halfway back to life. The boy was whimpering and moaning and keening out his pleasure as Akihiko hit that bundle of nerves in him every, single time. The author felt himself nearing the end, his stomach coiling in a tight mass of heat that would snap at any moment. His movements became jerkier, and he also felt Misaki’s muscles twitching around him, signaling the boy was ready for his second release. “I love you, Misaki,” he moaned softly into his ear, and that did it for him. The angel hit his second peak that night, throwing his head back.
“Akihiko!” His contracting muscles pushed the older man over the edge, and he released deep inside his small lover, gentling his motions as he was milked for all he had. He then pulled out of the boy, rolled them over, and collapsed, so Misaki was on top of him. Can clean up after a short rest, he decided wearily. It would seem that he had no issues whatsoever falling asleep after sex, for within moments, he was drifting off into slumber.
Misaki sat up a little, smiling at Akihiko’s face. Timidly, he placed a shy kiss on the man’s cheek, combing his fingers through that soft, silvery-brown hair. (A/N: I actually never really know how to describe Akihiko’s hair color – silver/grey makes him sound like…60, and it’s not really brown….)
“I love you too, Usagi-san,” he whispered. “I will always take care of you.”
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