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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
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August 20^th, – Writer’s Journal Entry 1,245
This is Misaki. Usagi-san is in a coma, but I don’t want him to miss his journal, even for a day. I don’t know what to write though. I’m not good at this sort of thing. Not like him. Why’d he go and jump in front of me, anyways? The bullet couldn’t have hurt me! I’m dead already! And now he’s in a coma and the doctors don’t even know what’s going to happen with him! Why would he do something like that?
I keep asking that question, over and over to myself, but I know why. It just took me too long to realize it. It was that light. Right before the gunshot, the light inside Usagi-san was so bright. It wasn’t lust or desire, after all. It was love. Real love. But now he’s like this, and it’s too late! What am I supposed to do? I was supposed to protect him! I’m his guardian angel! Why couldn’t I protect him? Why did he have to get shot for me? It’s all wrong. Everything is all wrong. It wasn’t ever supposed to be like this. Wake up, Usagi-san. Please wake up. I have to tell you that I love you, that I know you love me. I have to save you – I’m your guardian angel. I can’t fail you, again. Not after I got so close.
Misaki set down the journal, trying and failing to choke back tears. They spilled out, streaming down his cheeks to drip onto the bed. He took Akihiko’s hand, squeezing it tightly. He slowly laid his head down on the man’s chest, sobbing brokenly.
“Wake up!” he whimpered. “Wake up! Usagi-san, you have to! I…I need you. I love you! Come back to me!” He didn’t notice the nurse standing in the doorway, staring at him sadly. He didn’t notice when she stepped into the room nor when she cleared her throat. Her hand descended on his shoulder, and he jumped, shocked.
“You have to go, now,” she murmured.
“No!” Misaki cried. “I can’t! I can’t leave him! I have to be here when he wakes up!” Her hand tightened slightly.
“We’ll call you as soon as something happens, but we’re not predicting that he’ll wake any time soon.”
“I can’t leave! I can’t leave him! I have to stay and talk to him. Maybe…maybe if I keep talking to him…he’ll wake up.” The nurse sighed sadly, shaking her head.
“It doesn’t work that way, Misaki. While we’ve always entertained the idea that people in a coma can hear the outside world, there’s never been any real proof of it, and so far we haven’t ever found any correlation between talking to patients and their recovery rates.”
“It’s different with us! I…I know…it has to be!”
“Look – you’ve been through an ordeal. You haven’t slept since he was brought here, yesterday, so you’re exhausted. You’ve endured some mental trauma…you need to go home and rest, okay? I promise, things won’t seem as bad, if you leave now and come back in the morning.” Misaki’s eyes widened, and slowly, he stood, dropping Akihiko’s hand. Defeated, he walked out of the room and down the hall. Suddenly, he turned a corner and looked around. No one could see him. Quickly, he turned invisible before making his way back to the author’s room and slipping inside just as the nurse left. He sat back down on the bed, taking his lover’s hand.
“That woman doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I’m your guardian angel,” he murmured. “So you’ll definitely wake up if I stay with you…right? You have to. I need you.” He leaned over and brushed a soft kiss against the older man’s lips. “I won’t leave your side until you wake up, I promise.” Casting a quick glance around to make sure no one was looking, he lifted up the blankets and slid in next to Akihiko, wrapping his arms around the author as best he could. He wouldn’t sleep, but he felt like maybe if he just stayed close enough…maybe his lover would recover faster.
True to his word, he didn’t leave the man’s side for an instant while he was unconscious. Every night he would turn invisible to the human eye and crawl into bed next to his beloved novelist. And every day, he would turn visible again and sit by his bedside, talking to him and writing in his journal. Sometimes he would reminisce, sometimes he would talk about the news or the weather, sometimes he would read aloud to him from a book Aikawa brought. No matter what it was, however, he took time aside from it to just sit there and whisper soft assurances of love into his ear and to beg him to wake up. And every night, he would kiss the other man goodnight and cry on his chest until his tears were all used up.
Days stretched into weeks, and weeks into months – two and a half months, Akihiko clung to life without stirring from his coma. A grand total of seventy three days dripped by in this fashion, and yet Misaki would not give up. The nurses told him he didn’t have to stay, but about three weeks in they realized they weren’t going to change his mind, and they stopped bothering him about it. Aikawa visited a few times, and Takahiro even came with flowers once or twice, but Misaki didn’t even look at them. He stared at the author as if he expected that at any moment, Akihiko’s eyes would flutter open and everything would be okay, again.
~*~*~*~
He was surrounded by darkness. It was so cold. His body felt lethargic, like he was just to apathetic to move. Snippets of conversation floated through the muted blackness. I love you, Usagi-san. Come back to me. I need you. Those were the words that stuck the most. Even when he couldn’t catch what was being said, that voice was soothing and invigorating all at once. It eased the pain, but it also drove him to struggle for it. But the emptiness locked around his body like chains, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t get free. Who was talking to him? Begging him to open his eyes. He wanted to obey. He wanted to end the tortured sobs echoing in his ears. He struggled harder. Who was it? A warm, wet mouth closed around his own, sucking softly on his lower lip.
Then, the crying stopped and new words started. I’m sorry, Usagi-san. I’m so sorry. You’ve been like this so long…I can’t take waiting for you anymore. Usagi-san…I can’t wait like this. Akihiko panicked. Was he being left alone? No! Misaki! Misaki couldn’t leave him! But he didn’t want to hurt the boy any further. Maybe it was better, if he was left alone. Maybe his guardian angel could recover with time. I won’t wait for you anymore! Akihiko struggled harder. He felt someone else tugging at the chains with him. It hurt. It felt like he was being ripped apart. But if it was for Misaki, he would withstand any pain.
A cry tore from his mouth as he sat up, violet eyes flashing open. Soft, insistent lips were pressed hungrily against his, sucking harshly while thin, delicate fingers clutched his shirt. The ashy-haired man gasped, his arms moving to wrap around the boy.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered. The boy hugged him tightly, tears springing to his eyes.
“Usagi-san! I’m so sorry!” he sobbed.
“Shhh…shh…don’t be. It’s going to be okay.”
“N-no. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I…I…I’m sorry that I couldn’t wait for you!”
“Shhh…hush, my love. You did wait for me.” The boy drew back, shaking his head sadly. He hiccupped, rubbing his eyes to clear away the tears.
“You don’t understand,” he whimpered. He took hold of Akihiko’s chin and turned it so he was staring at the pillow – at his own face. Alarmed, the author spun.
“Wh-what?”
“It’s only a matter of moments before the nurses come and see you’re dead.”
“D-dead?”
“Yes.”
“We have to go! They’ll-!”
“No, they won’t see us, Usagi-san. They can’t see us. We don’t belong to their world, anymore.” The novelist turned to look at his own corpse again. “I’m sorry for taking your soul. It’s just…I was waiting…so long…and you weren’t waking up. I’m sorry it hurt.”
“Misaki, I think…if it means I can be with you…I really don’t mind.”
“You don’t understand. It shouldn’t have hurt, except…except you still had time left when I took you.”
“Wh-what?”
“You had three more years until you were supposed to die. My supervisor came and told me you would live for three years in this coma before you died. I couldn’t…I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t stand not being able to hear your voice or feel your warmth or see your eyes…” Akihiko blinked.
“Misaki, I’m glad that you did this.”
“What? I don’t…understand.”
“I do not want you to suffer an instant. To think we’d have gone three years, separated like that. The pain it would’ve caused both of us…this is far better. There was nothing for me in that world except you, Misaki. So as long as I have you, I don’t think it matters that I’m dead.” The angel smiled sadly. “I will…still have you, right?”
“I don’t…I don’t know. What I did…that is a grave sin for us. Taking your soul early…I don’t know what my punishment would be. They’ll be coming for me as soon as they realize what I’ve done.”
“What then?”
“I wish I knew.” Akihiko grabbed the boy’s arms.
“Let’s run away together.”
“Run away?”
“Yes. We can run from them until they give up on catching you. Then we can live together in peace.”
“Where?”
“Wherever we want. Here, if you want. Up there. Does it matter? I would even run to Hell with you, if that’s what was needed.” They both glanced over as the nurses came rushing in. Misaki stood, taking the man’s hand.
“Okay, Usagi-san. We’ll run away together. They won’t catch us, and if they do, we’ll go down together.”
“Exactly. There’s no punishment that can outweigh the pleasure of having you by my side, Misaki. I’m not afraid.” He stood as well, stepping off the bed and casting a final glance back at his corpse.
“What a pair we make – a guardian angel and a lost soul…” Misaki mused as the two of them left the room.
“Isn’t that what we always were? The way I see it, almost nothing has changed.” The two of them slipped out into the hall, strolling off together. “So where do we go from here?”
“Right now? Home. They won’t realize what I’ve done for a few days, as long as we stay on earth, so that gives us some time.”
“You stayed with me…all that time I was in the coma. I could hear you and feel you. Thank you…for not leaving me.”
“How could I leave you, Usagi-san? I’m your guardian angel, and I…I love you. I could never leave your side, no matter the consequences.”
“It was like I was chained, Misaki. I couldn’t move. I could hear you, and I wanted so badly to go to you, but I was helpless, held captive in this horrible, black emptiness that just swallowed me whole. There was no escape. There were days when I thought it would be unbearable save for your voice, which permeated the darkness and brought me comfort.”
“You say that kind of thing…with those flowery words…it’s so embarrassing,” Misaki muttered as they came out onto the street.
“How long was I out?”
“Two and a half months.”
“Oh, my Misaki. I’m sorry for making you wait so long. I swear I’ll make it up to you the second we get home.” He kissed the boy’s head to seal the promise. Suddenly, he remembered something “Before all this…when we were on our date…you seemed distant. What was wrong?” The boy blushed, shaking his head.
“I-it was nothing. I was just so insecure. I was imagining problems that didn’t exist.”
“Like what? I want to erase all doubts from your mind. So tell me, just in case there’s a sliver of insecurity left.”
“There was this light inside you, and I…I thought it was just lust. I don’t know…it just…I was scared that you only desired me. That it wasn’t…love. I mean you were so eager to…do stuff, so I thought…maybe…”
“Misaki…”
“I was wrong though. I realized it…right when you jumped in front of that bullet. It was love, all along. So…I just wanted you to know…that I love you, too.” Akihiko grinned and quickened his pace a little.
“You know, those kinds of honest confessions are really irresistible. How am I supposed to hold back when you say those kinds of things with that adorable blush painted across your cheeks?” Misaki blushed even deeper.
“W-well…it’s been so long…I guess it’s okay if you don’t really…hold back too much. I-I mean…I’ve missed you so much. Some nights, it was just…so…so hard…” Misaki sniffled, blinking back tears. Akihiko stopped, turning the boy to face him.
“Shhh, shh…don’t cry. Oh, Misaki. I’m so sorry. C’mere.” He swooped down and kissed the boy softly. “I will never leave you, again,” he vowed, propelling the angel back into an alleyway. “You said no one could see us, right?”
“R-right, but-?”
“And no one can hear us?”
“Right.”
“Could they touch us?”
“Not like this, no. We’d have to take a corporeal form for that…”
“Perfect.” Akihiko pushed him up against a wall, kissing him passionately. His tongue swept out into his mouth. The angel responded readily, his tongue rising to dance with the author’s. He whimpered softly.
“H-here?” he asked, breaking the kiss. “It’s so public…”
“You said no one could see us or hear us or touch us, so it’s just about as private as it gets, actually. And I don’t think I can wait anymore.” He leaned in for another, heated kiss – more teeth and tongue than lips. “Oh, Misaki,” he whispered into the boy’s mouth. “We’re going to create our own, little piece of heaven here on earth.”
“If you say things like that, I really won’t be able to control myself, Usagi-san. After all, you taught me how to feel lust, too.”
“Good. Lose your control. I want everything you have to give me.” Misaki moaned and flung his arms around the older man, pulling him down to his mouth, starting to grind against him. Akihiko couldn’t help but moan his approval, his large, cool fingers starting to work on divesting them both. A grin stretched across his lips as Misaki began to help him, nimble fingers slipping up under his shirt to lift it over his head. Within a minute and a half, the two of them were naked in the alleyway, hands relearning familiar territory. Misaki shivered with pleasure as Akihiko’s hands slid down to cup his buttocks, hoisting him up a little. The angel’s fingers stroked nimbly up and down the author’s body, teasing out little gasps and shudders from him. Suddenly, the boy pulling away just enough to fall to his knees.
“May I?” he asked, glancing up at his lover’s shocked face. Then, without waiting for an answer, he licked the tip of the older man’s throbbing need. He paused to consider the taste, surprised that he didn’t find it altogether unpleasant. With a mischievous grin, he licked it again, this time starting at the base and traveling all the way to the tip. Akihiko gasped in pleasure, his hips jerking forward. “Was that good?” Misaki asked, a faint blush touching his cheeks. The ashy-haired man nodded enthusiastically, and the boy proceeded to lick and kiss his way up and down his shaft. Then, he took the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly.
“Misaki!” Akihiko moaned. The angel drew back.
“Always, you worry so much about my pleasure and making me feel good…not tonight. Tonight I’m going to make you feel good, too,” he declared before replacing his mouth. The author’s large, slightly-calloused hands dove into his hair and curled tightly for a moment before consciously loosening as to avoid hurting the boy. It was all he could do to keep his hips still as his smaller lover slowly took him deeper into his throat.
“M-Misaki…it feels…ahh…please…” The teen hesitated for a moment, his nose pressed into the soft curls of Akihiko’s pubic hair, then, he drew back until just the tip was in his mouth and slid back down. The author squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure, throwing his head back in an effort to control the rest of his body as Misaki began to thoroughly and enthusiastically suck him off. The angel constricted his throat tightly around the man, sucking hard as he drew back and then relaxed his muscles so he could slide all the way back down when he was taking him in. Getting used to the feeling, he began to speed up, his hands finding Akihiko’s hips to urge him to thrust gently. He hummed softly, as if he were the one being pleasured, and not the other way around. “Do that again,” Akihiko moaned. “Felt so good.”
“Mmmmmm…” The author groaned heavily, allowing Misaki’s hands to control the speed and depth of his thrusts, so he wouldn’t hurt the boy.
“I won’t hold out…much longer…if you keep this up,” he warned as his lover’s tongue fondled the tip of his arousal. This only made the boy suck harder, moving his head faster and urging the author’s hips to thrust deeper. “Mi-Misaki! Ah…I’m…I’m going to…!”
“Mmmhmmmmmmm…”
“MISAKI!” The boy pulled halfway back just as he came so the older man’s seed filled his mouth. Through lust-hazed eyes, Akihiko watched as Misaki swallowed his load and made sure to lick him clean before sitting back. And from that display, he was already getting hard, again. “Misaki…that was…ah…” The boy stood and kissed him deeply, allowing the author to taste himself in his mouth.
“Take me, Akihiko. Take me to our little piece of heaven on earth.” The older man needed no second urgingl; he lifted the boy up, allowing him to cling onto him by wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, and held his fingers to his mouth. “I don’t need that,” Misaki replied. “I need you in me, right now.”
“But-!”
“Now, Usagi-san. I will most likely never be this forward, again, so please…please just put it in me.” The author lined up his length at the boy’s entrance, braced him against the wall, and pushed forward. “Ah! Oh, God! Usagi-san! Feels so good!” the angel cried out, tears springing to his eyes.
“Does it hurt too much?” Akihiko asked once he was settled all the way in.
“It hurts, but I’ve needed this…for so long. I don’t care if it hurts. Move. Please. I need to feel complete – the way only you make me feel when you’re climaxing inside of me.”
“So direct,” the older man whispered. “I guess you really have been desperate.” He drew out and shoved back in. Misaki cried out, tightening his legs around his lover’s waist.
“More!” And who was Akihiko to refuse? He obliged, thrusting in harder and faster with each thrust, pummeling into the smaller boy’s prostate. “Ah! U-sa-gi-san! Yes! Oh, Usagi-san!”
“Misaki,” Akihiko whispered hotly into his ear. “I love you. I love you. I love you!” The boy was tossing his head and writhing as best he could, completely unraveling in his lover’s hands. “I’m close.”
“M-me too! So close.” Akihiko took a step away from the wall so there would be room for the boy’s wings, which he noticed came out every time he climaxed. Two more thrusts and they came together, shouting each other’s names as the younger painted their chests with his essence and the older spurted his deep into the other boy. Bright, white feathers encapsulated them as Akihiko slowly lowered them to the ground, where they came down from their highs. “I missed you, Usagi-san.”
“I missed you, too, Misaki. I’m glad that we can have an eternity together, now, no matter how hard it gets.”
“Me too.” Across the street, watching emotionlessly, was a woman with long, black hair and obsidian eyes. She shook her head and turned away, sprouting a pair of white wings. I hope you know what you’re doing, Misaki, she thought sadly. Because this sort of crime is not something I can overlook. Then again, it seems when it comes to Akihiko, you never did care about the rules. She took off into the sky, leaving them to bask in each other’s company. I suppose I can wait a few days to report this, she decided. Just to give you a few moments of peace before you and your lover become hunted men.
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