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Let the Games Begin	By : lv90047 Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 4248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello, everyone! Welcome to Chapter Seven! xD

"Ugh!" Misaki sighed, throwing himself on his bed. "What a day!"
What a day, indeed—for he never expected he'd be overloaded with so much work! From the moment he'd step foot on campus, he'd been overworked by nothing but papers. He sighed. So much assignments, so much reviewing—and so many due-dates. He found himself cringing at the thought.
Man! he thought, grumbling to himself. Just how the hell does that damn Kamijō expect us to finish all these assignments when he practically gives out a new one each day?!
As pissed he was, he decided wasn't going to dwell upon it any longer—for he was stressed enough. He decided he was going to take a nap since he had nothing to do anyway. His homework was finished, their dinner was prepared, and the house was surprisingly clean. But…the author was not home. Misaki wasn't sure where the man went if he had to be honest. All the author told him was that he was going to complete some errands and be back soon, and with a kiss—to which the teen had tried to avoid—he went out the door.
Despite not trying to think about the man, his thoughts had always trailed back to him. Even though he attempted to fight it, he knew that deep down, he really wanted his rabbit to come home. He didn't like being here by himself. It made him much more aware of how ginormous and empty this penthouse truly was—and that scared him. He didn't want to be here all alone.
He wanted his Usagi.
He wanted to look into those mesmerizing eyes until it stirred the essence of his soul. He wanted to hear to that deep, hypnotic voice breathe his name. He wanted to smell those unique scents that cascaded around his lover: the familiar odors of tobacco, cologne, and whatever-it-was that created his enticing masculinity. He wanted to taste those cold, intoxicating lips kissing every inch of his flustered lips. Yet most of all, he wanted to feel those powerful arms wrap around his delicate body, making him feel safe and loved. He whimpered. No matter how much he tried to deny himself, he couldn't ignore the explicit heat that was coursing through him. He wanted the man's touch. He wanted feel every inch of that vigorous form lingering against his. He wanted that hot tongue to leave scorching trails all around his shivering body.
Misaki squirmed within the bed, overwhelmed by these weird…thoughts. Very faintly, he brought his hand down to his sensitive nipple—gasping at how surprisingly wonderful the simple caress felt. He trailed his hands down even further…and discovered his member was swelled with arousal. He blushed, he couldn't believe this was happening! All these random thoughts about Akihiko kept flowing throughout his mind! He didn't know what to do!
His hand trailed back towards his erection, he moaned loudly at the friction it caused. He needed to take care of this erection right now or else he thought he'd explode! As quickly as he could, he rose from the bed until he was upon his knees, and desperately clawed at the belt that was containing his explosive heat. As soon as he managed to set himself free, he shoved his pants down and placed one arm against the bed rack to steady himself as he began to pump himself frantically.
He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to contain the heated shrieks that wanted to escape. The overwhelming pleasure that coursed throughout his regions…he was intoxicated with the very action. His cheeks flamed with embarrassment as he fully heard the squishing sounds coming from the deed, almost as though his body wanted to emphasize the improper act itself. He gasped, sweat trailing down his crimson face from the mere pleasure this act inflicted. He moaned softly. He couldn't believe he was doing this!
"Usagi-san," he moaned, pumping himself a little harder. "Ahhh…Usagi-san!"
As soon as that name escaped his lips, he desperately tried fighting the images overclouding him. He tried pushing them away—as if that could lock the base of his thoughts. But of course, that plan failed miserably. It was as though his mind had turned against him—for it was unleashing the lustful thoughts he struggled to contain inside. His member throbbed all the more, almost as though welcoming these forbidden thoughts. He imagined those fingers stroking his member perfectly until his mind was on the verge of collapse. He imagined that hot, seductive voice whispering against his ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps traveling amongst his spine. He imagined that wonderful, enticing heat attacking his insides until he could do nothing but scream. He moaned. These images…they were driving him crazy! He never imagined he would be in this deep. All those claims about not needing the author…how he was eating his own words now. Before he even knew what hit him, he was already nearing his awaited peak.
"Ohh…Usagi-san!" He mewled, bringing up his other hand to stroke his sensitive nipple.
He moaned, the blush staining his angelic face as the pleasure escalated. "Ahhhh!"
Why was he having such thoughts? Why was he doing such things when he knew the author could return at any moment? Why was his body behaving like this?! They just had sex the other night! Wasn't his body satisfied?! What the hell was that bastard doing to him?! Ever since these sessions first started, Misaki noticed that his body was getting much more...sensitive. The simple caresses the author inflicted upon his body made him much more...needy. He moaned. Was the man doing this on purpose? Making his body so intoxicated under the aroma of pleasure that he'd eventually have to be dependent upon the author's touch? Anger flared within him when he realized this assumption.
Baka! he exclaimed within his thoughts. This is most definitely your fault!
Despite the realization of this...his hand continued to pump away. Almost as if the act itself could clarify the truth his body desperately needed.
"Mngh," he whimpered as the pleasure continued to overload him. "Ahhh…"
It was all attacking him at once. Those eyes. That voice. That perfect face—it was all too much! He screamed as an orgasm was raked from his body and exploded all over his shivering hands, soaking his bed sheets below. He sighed. His heartbeat was beginning to slow down as the relief coursed through his veins. He couldn't believe he just did that. He couldn't believe he just released all that pent-up passion he struggled to contain inside. Even though he was alone, his mind wasn't able to process the deeds it just acted on, almost as though it couldn't bear to register those vulgar thoughts. Like he was embarrassed to see how he truly felt…even to himself.
He whimpered yet again. His body was so weak, and he couldn't stop shivering. It felt as though lead was traveling amongst his bloodstream, that orgasmic high still pursuing throughout his veins. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the feelings that were going haywire. Even though he found this step to be foolish, he didn't have much of a choice. He needed to control himself. The author would be back at any moment, and the last thing he wanted was for the man to catch him like this. He didn't know what he would do if—
The hairs on the back of Misaki's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he could have swear he heard a faint chuckle echoing throughout the room. Like something had caught the shameful deed of his…earlier action. Reluctantly, he turned his head slowly until he was facing the gaping entrance to his front door. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from screaming. Who he saw, it was no mistake…
Misaki felt his insides turned to ice as he looked into the piercing rays of lavender. He felt the blood draining out of his face as he witnessed that ferocious grin sweeping across that handsome face. For a moment, the teen just stood there, unable to process just how much danger he truly was in. Yet when he found the ability to move again, an unmistakable flush had sprouted against his cheeks. The author was…here. How long was he standing there?! Did he see him?! Did he see him doing…that? Yet, when he saw the author's composed body language...he pretty much answered his own question. The author had saw: he'd seen everything. He'd seen him touching his body. He'd heard him utter those lustful cries of passion. He'd felt him release the lust he desperately tried to contain inside.
A whimper befall before his throat. Oh, no.
The author snickered. So this was the result of their lovemaking: a needy Misaki who couldn't bring himself to be honest with his own desires. Interesting.
The brunet had backed away as quickly as he could, desperately trying to pull up his stubborn jeans. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted to run away from here as far as possible! For the man had seen his shameful side! There was no chance in hell he could ever excuse the deed he did! It was much too embarrassing! He wanted to be somewhere—anywhere—but here. Yet he knew within the back of his mind that even if he attempted to escape, the author would catch him. It was infuriating to admit, but he knew he was dancing within Akihiko's hands. Once the author had him within his sight, it was downright impossible to escape. So he stayed there and succumbed to his defeat.
For a moment, nothing was said between them. Only the uncomfortable silence lingered within the air as the minutes ticked by. Of course, that aroma didn't last long; for the silence was broken instantly as soon as that chuckle materialized from the author's lips. Misaki flushed yet again.
"N-No!" he stammered, sheer panic coursing through his body. "This isn't what it looks like! I…I can explain!"
Akihiko chuckled. "Really?" he whispered, removing himself from the door in order to sit by that lingering bed.
"Y-Yes!" Misaki squeaked, his heart pounding as the author sat next to him. "I…I just h-h-happened to h-have a p-problem! It was n-nothing—"
"A problem?" The author mused, delighted with the desperate lies his kitten tried to feed him. "What was causing it then?" he asked, deciding to play along as he brought his hand over to mess with the remaining gap within Misaki's jeans.
Misaki gulped. "W-Well…" he stuttered, feeling the familiar blush upon his cheeks as the author began to undress him. "The th-thing that w-w-was c-causing it was—"
"Me?" Akihiko finished for him, his amethyst orbs contorting with amusement.
If possible, the teen flushed even harder. "N-No!" he exclaimed, casting his gaze downwards as he was unable to look within those beautiful irises. "Just forget it! It was nothing!"
Akihiko raised one elegant eyebrow. "Nothing?"
"That's right!" Misaki cried, finding the little courage to glare right back into the handsome figure before him.
For a moment, the man did nothing but cast his gaze toward the sight below him. An evil grin contorted his features. Although his kitten "claimed" nothing was wrong, his body said a different story. His cock was rock-hard, the pre-cum pooling the center of his abdomen as if demolishing his argument.
Amused, the man tore his eyes away from the enticing sight only to fix his gaze upon his adorable kitten.
"Nothing's wrong?" He questioned, grabbing the teen's member—relishing the little squeak that escaped—in order to collect the pre-cum below. He lifted his fingers towards his mouth and slowly licked the sweet juice set upon them. "Are you sure?" He inquired, his eyes gleaming seductively.
Misaki's heart picked up at triple speed. Damn Usagi! Damn him to the pits of hell! Just what was he supposed to say that when the author was licking his…remnants off his fingers as though they were chocolate?!
"Y-Yes." Misaki breathed, his voice shaking slightly. "Nothing's wrong, so can you please—"
"Misaki," Akihiko's voice went dangerously low.
"N-No!" Misaki rasped, slowly losing himself within realm of those blissful eyes. "I don't want to—"
"Seems to me," the author growled, casting his gaze upon that throbbing cock. "That this would be a good time to act upon those…needs of yours."
The teen laughed nervously. "U-Usagi-san! Y-You don't have to do that! There's really no need to—"
"Oh, I think there is." Akihiko drawled out.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki cried, shaking his head rapidly. "No!"
Akihiko's grin was predatory. "Then you leave me no choice."
Before the teen could utter a word, the author had grabbed both of his wrists and pinned him towards the bed below. Misaki gasped at the sudden impact, wiggling around furiously in attempt to escape his Master's clutches. Yet he knew his struggles were futile.
Akihiko had him right where he wanted him.
"What the hell, you pervert?!" Misaki snapped, writhing around some more. "Let go of me! I'm not your toy! This is sexual harassment! Let go! LET GO OF ME! If you keep this up I'm gonna report your ass to the authorities—"
"Misaki," Akihiko breathed, leaning forward to meet the eyes of his beloved. "Tell me, what were you thinking of just now? I'm quite curious."
The teen's rampaging stopped. "I…" he uttered, his heart beating rapidly. "I…I don't know what you're talking about." He lied, turning his face away.
Akihiko's eyes sparkled wickedly, delighting the struggle that was about to come. "You were moaning out my name," he purred, relishing the sudden flush that steamed his kitten's face.
"What was it, Misaki?" He grunted out, licking that luscious neck. "What was the dream—or are you in need of my touch that you had to play with yourself?"
"Of c-course not!" Misaki lied, his heart singing in utter embarrassment as that confirmed his Master's spying. "Get real, idiot! As if I'd ever—"
"I wanted to fuck you, Misaki," Akihiko whispered, "The clumsy way you pleasured yourself—you have no idea how sexy you looked in front of me. Just hearing you call out my name...ngh," he paused his sexual rant, leaning in to lick that shivering earlobe. "I loved the way you threw back your head when pleasure became too much for you to bear—you were just torturing me, Misaki."
"D-Don't—ahhhh!" Misaki cried as the author bit a rather sensitive part of his neck. "D-Don't say those things!"
Akihiko's eyes gleamed much more dangerously. "You're turning me on with that attitude of yours," he breathed, pulling his kitten in for another kiss. Misaki moaned, wrapping his arms around that powerful neck. These kisses…he didn't know what it was, but there was something about them that always made his blood sing.
As the kiss ended, the author trailed his lips towards that delicious throat and nipped it harshly, relishing the heated cries his kitten continued to vocalize. He smirked, prolonging the teasing even further as he slid his hand towards that uncovered erection lurking within the gaping jeans. He massaged it gently, loving the way his angel mewled as his sensitive member was attacked.
"Ahhhhh!" Misaki screamed, his moans becoming louder by the minute as that hand continued to stimulate his sensitive area. "Nnnn…Usagi-san!"
Akihiko chuckled, feeling that familiar bulge rising within his own pants. His kitten looked so cute writhing under him like this. Just how could he resist this delicious flesh displayed upon him? His eyes twinkled maliciously as he witnessed his kitten biting back the screams as the man fondled his dick lovingly. He couldn't help but release a chuckle. The sight of his kitten trying to hide his arousal was too cute. The boy never did learn, did he?
The author smirked. He was going to enjoy this.

Thank you for reading! (ﾉ-‿-)ﾉ･ﾟ:･ﾟ:･ﾟ
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