I was supposedly in hiatus and I've been reading my past stories all this time. And I realize I really like my one-shots and most of them are major cliffhangers. So since I love most of the pairings, I will do a Take 2 and hopefully add more pairings. The first few will be a sequel to the previous ones. Hope you like these series of stories. Arigatou!
First off is of course my favorite yaoi character. (Don't get me wrong, I'm really not much into yaoi. I just like Hiroki Kamijyou. )
Disclaimer: FY and Junjou Romantica are not mine.
The Devil's Lair
By Slavedriver2008
Hongou Yui lifted a turned-down frame with curiosity but before she managed to see the photo a hand grabbed the frame and a pair of angry hazel eyes gave her a sharp stare. Instead of getting surprised and guilty, she pouted her lips. She had been too used to his snarky reactions to cower in fear.
"Stop snooping around," he said sternly. "What's wrong with you? I told you not to mess with my things." He turned around and Yui stuck out her tongue. He turned and she looked away, staring at the white sheets of his bed. "I'll take a shower. Don't touch anything."
Yui turned lightly in time to see him place the frame in one of the cabinets. When he was gone she sighed and sat down on the bed, looking around his room. She had been going in and out of his place for months, doing things with him. Things meant allowing him to move his mouth and hands to every part of her body. It meant spreading her legs and letting him come inside her as the bed rocked back and forth, creaking, as her throat call out all the gods in the heavens.
What they have was a purely physical relationship and Yui wondered why it had come to such. She used to have a boyfriend who loved her too much until her relationship with Kamijyou Hiroki became sensual and wonderful and every bit illicit and against all levels of morality. Tetsuya would have slapped her now if he knew and Yui wished she could have told him. He would have done something to save her from the devil's clutches, who always burned her to submission every instance she ended up in his lair.
She wanted to stop but she can't. Her body desired him. She wanted him. And to think it all started with a kiss. Under the mistletoe. On that cold winter afternoon. He was her professor for Seiryuu's sake! She shook her head profusely. No matter what happened, she had to stop.
Tonight would be the last.
Yui fingered the creases on his bed. The sheets were newly-replaced and it emitted a faint scent of roses. It surprised her, he normally hated floral smells and had even forbade her from putting on perfumes. She looked around his room and was briefly surprised that it was arranged and cleaned, even the floors were swept well. A table lamp was placed beside the bed and it gave off a dim yellowish light that warmed the room.
She stood up and walked toward the cabinets, slowly opening them and hoping to catch a hiding boy inside. She expected to see all his trash but was disappointed to find it clean and spotless. He had even allotted a big space for additional clothes. She turned toward the door of the bathroom and eyed it. Hiroki never had a clean house and holding a broom was the last thing he would ever learn. A faint humming reached her ears and she blinked repeatedly. Was he singing in the bath? What spell had gotten into him?
The edges of a familiar red wood caught her attention and she slowly picked up the frame he pulled from her hands earlier. Her heart started to pump loud and she guiltily turned to the bathroom door again. After realizing that he would not come out soon, she quickly flipped it over, meaning to place it back in less than a second. But she could not tear her eyes away from the image she saw.
On the frame was a picture of Hiroki and another guy with dark black hair. The man's arms were around her professor and they were smiling wide. A hand clutched her heart and she could not control the tears that beaded her eyes. He was gay after all. She doesn't have to be a genius to know that he had a lover who he smiles for. In the months they had been together, he never smiled for her. Even after they came, he would never give her any reaction to show if he enjoyed their moments or not.
Tears fell from her eyes as she looked back on those months. He would whisk her away immediately after every session. He would not even wait for the pleasure to subside. He would bring her to heaven and then pull her from the bed, throwing her the clothes and asking her to leave. He would not even look, and would not even walk her out the door. And it was probably all because of this man.
Maybe when he makes love to her, he thinks of him and it disgusts him to realize that it was a woman he had slept with. Her heart ached. In the end he could never love him. She shouldn't have stooped this low, shouldn't have allowed herself to be treated like a prostitute. Yui hated herself because she fell for the devil. But then, he only tempted her; she gave in.
The shower closed and she was still crying when Hiroki slid open the bathroom door, his lower half wrapped in a towel and his chest beaded with glistening water. His eyes widened when he saw the frame and he immediately walked toward her, snatching the photo from her grasp.
"I told you not to touch anything!" he screamed and she looked away, sobbing. He cursed aloud and Yui wanted to bang her head on the wall for crying in front of him. She should have walked away before he stepped out but her legs lost all energy and she leaned on the wall with the little strength she had. "Yui—Look," he said, trying to regain his composure. "Are you disgusted?" he said softly and when she turned to him, found him smirking. "He used to be my boyfriend. He's a medical student like yourself. He lived here," he told her slowly and each word stabbed her heart. "We always had sex on that bed—"
"STOP IT! I don't want to hear—It's hurting already!" she screamed and bolted away, eyes wet with tears. Hiroki threw the frame and it landed on the side of the bed, broken. He scooped her into his arms and pushed her to the cushion, immediately capturing her mouth for a kiss. She tried to push him away but he held her hands sternly at the sides of her head. He might be gay but he's still a man who can easily flung her to wherever he pleased. "Stop—Hiro…Mmm…"
Yui stopped struggling when their tongues lapped together and a familiar sensation filled her. He released her hand and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as tears continued to fall from her eyes. He moved away to breathe but he leaned down to kiss her again, passionate but gentle, soft and sensual and sweet.
"Yui…" he called her name and it sent a shiver through her body. He never called her by her first name before, especially not when they do the deed.
"I love you…Hiro-chan, I love you…" she told him, crying. He silenced her with his mouth as he moved through her clothes, pulling it off her shoulders one by one. His hands were slow but specific. He knew when to unbutton her shirt and when to roam her skin without breaking the intensity that united them.
When he parted her legs and his mouth slowly trailed south to the aching musky mound between her legs, Yui felt that she was falling deeper and deeper into the fire, burning with every movement of his tongue. She reached up to the skies, clutching for salvation; but she continued to fall, to be succumbed by the fiery in and out movements filled with lust and need and want.
She arched back as the fire consumed her completely and she cried the devil's name as bursts of warm colors spread through every part of her body. Slowly, he moved up to meet her heavy-lidded eyes and she shut them tighter, in aching wonder, when he slid inside her, continuing the pleasure he had initially brought. He thrust into her, hard and long and very much alive. And she clung to his back, moaning as he skillfully moved in ways that turned her upside down.
Pleasure began to fill her again and she stifled a cry of pure satisfaction as he rocked faster, deeper into her walls to hit a spongy spot that completely drove her over the edge. She screamed from the depths, where the fire had consumed even the bones of her self. He bit her neck when he came, legs buckling desperately as he released his seeds as a final sign of their union. Heavy breathing reached her ears when they finally stopped. They were panting, sucking in air. Sweat beaded her forehead and he slowly licked the sides of her head before he fell beside her, still catching his breath.
Hiroki pulled her into his arms and she wrapped her arms around him, not wanting to go too soon. He turned to the side to fully embrace her as he moved his fingers through her long dusty blonde hair. Warm breath hit her forehead and she closed her eyes when he leaned down to kiss her again. And then, for the first time, he smiled.
"Did you notice anything tonight?" he asked and she shook her head, as red as a ripe tomato. He rolled his eyes. "Dense Yui." He kissed her again and it warmed the tips of her toes. "I cleaned the house and made space. How long will it take you to move your things?" he crooned and her eyes widened with disbelief.
"Are you asking me to live with you?" she asked excitedly, pushing him to the bed and moving on top of him.
"I didn't ask anything, baka," he answered and she giggled. When she looked at him, he was smiling. "It was Yui's smile that caught me."
Yui's eyes widened and she smiled sweetly. "Hiro-chan—"
"Don't call me Hiro-chan for god's sake," he said in an annoyed voice, the devil in him coming back to torment her fallen soul. "That's girlish bullshit." His reaction made her giggle more and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you, Hiro-chan," she whispered before planting a kiss on his lips.
"Hmp, what a dramatic girlfriend." Hiroki pushed her back on the bed and before she could react, he started to pleasure her again in response.
A/N: Will there be YuiNak? OF COURSE! Watch out for Chapter 2! Ho-Ho-Ho! Please do leave reviews! :)