Disclaimer: I do not own Junjo Romantica.

I thought I'd try a different fic and go back to my anime related roots.

Of all the yaoi things I've seen. Junjo is one of my favourites.

Misaki pitifully treaded along the corridor, he felt extremely cold and began to shiver.

There was sudden urge that coursed through his body that told him to go to his parent's room.

Misaki certainly didn't like it.

A piercing scream filled the air making him jump.

He stepped back in fear as the quiet but chilling sound of a woman sobbing could be heard at the end of the corridor.

In horror he realized that it was his parent's room that the sounds were coming from.

The sobbing suddenly stopped and then there was nothing but silence.

"Mother...Father?" Misaki whispered opening the door to fill the room with the dim moonlight.

He recoiled in horror as he saw his father on the floor in a pool of blood.

"Father..." Misaki gasped out tears streaming down his face kneeling beside him.

Misaki heard a horrible faint sound, like an animal chewing on raw meat.

He was terrified of what he was going to see but never the less dared to turn his head slowly toward the source of the sound.

There was a figure that was silhouetted against the moonlight holding a woman like a broken doll looking down on her.

Misaki's eyes widened as he realised who his was holding.

"...Mother?" he faltered.

The figure's head spun round to face him.

Misaki screamed in horror as he saw blood dripping down the creature's mouth and glowing red eyes staring at him.

Misaki jumped up and breathed heavily as he woke from the nightmare.

The nightmare that haunting him since that fateful day, of that monster that slaughtered his parents.

He got up and stared at the moonlight from the window near his bed.

Misaki was only eight years old at the time.

Although both his parents were mages that creature was far too powerful for them to defend themselves.

He fingered his mother's wedding ring, which he keeps around a chain on his neck.

He thought about himself being a strong mage.

Every day he trains his powers so that if he sees that accursed demon that he'll finally avenge what he took away from him.

None of the Slayers found him; a slayer was a mage whose life and soul is dedicated to hunting down any evil supernatural being.

He has trained himself to become a slayer in order to spare some other soul from sharing the same fate of his poor parents.

He may not been in the slaying for long, but ever since he vanquished a powerful demon named Blood he's gained a fast reputation.

Misaki sighed thinking about how his brother is now worried about him constantly because of this.

He visits him every day to check to he hasn't been murdered in his sleep as he put it.

He dreaded to think he's being a nuisance to his older brother that raised him, but there was little he could do.

He was destined to be a Slayer and nothing would change that.

"Send for my youngest son," Fuyuhiko ordered a servant.

Fuyuhiko was the king of the Usumi demon clan which was one of the most powerful royal clans in the country.

Akihiko entered the dark throne room as the servant bowed and scuttled away.

He knew that his father was angry, since his eyes was glowing a light purple.

"You called for me father?" Akihiko asked.

"Yes come closer my son," his father groaned massaging his temples.

Akihiko did as he was asked.

"I have to ask you to do a very important mission for me," Fuyuhiko said.

"What is that?"

"Hunt down the Slayer named Takahashi and kill the bastard," his father roared.

Akihiko gave an irritated sigh.

His father knew he didn't like to be violent.

Nor did he enjoy killing things which was an unusual thing for a member of the Usami clan.

"Why this slayer, what makes him so special?"

"This slayer killed Blood,"

Akihiro raised his eyebrows in surprise...but not pity.

Blood was a nasty demon even to their standards, and he was also very powerful which was why his father valued him so.

"You're far more powerful than Blood,"

"So is Haruhiko,"

"Haruhiko has other important matters to attend too,"

"So wait until he's done and get him to do it. I'll have no part of it!" Akihiko said turning away.

"That Slayer will get away with it by then! He's also killed the Butcher and Claw!"

Both them were also evil demons, Akihiko heard of terrible things of what they've done.

"Give me one good reason why I should,"

"...Because...if this Slayer is powerful enough he'd be able to kill us son,"

Akihiko frowned.

"Surely you care about me, Haruhiko, Kaoruko and Mizuki to defend us, right? "

His father knew that he wouldn't refuse that.

He might not agree with them killing mages but he still cared about them they were his family after all.

"Very well," Akihiko sighed.

His father immediately perked up.

"I knew I could count on you my son!" he smiled.

Akihiko didn't return the smile, he left the room not saying anything and summoned his sword from which he rarely uses.

He was about to take a life in the name of family.

"Misaki are you in there?" Misaki heard his brother knocking on the back door.

"Course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Misaki smiled opening the door.

Takahiro sighed with relief.

"Thank God,"

"You need to stop worrying about me Takahiro,"

Misaki sighed and went to make tea for the both of them.

"I can't help it little brother! You put your life danger every time you do your job!"

"But I want to do it," Misaki said his back turned to his brother.

Takahiro groaned in frustration knowing that he wasn't going to win.

"I have an announcement you little brother,"

This time Misaki turned to face him.

"Oh what's that?"

There was a light tap at the back door.

"Takahiro did you tell him yet?" a faint voice could be heard.

"Manami come in," Misaki said crossing his arms.

Kajiwara Manami was Takahiro's girlfriend.

Misaki liked her a lot for she seemed like the perfect partner for his older brother.

As she entered the door, Misaki noticed something sparkle on one of her fingers.

"Not yet darling," Takahiro smiled at her.

"What is it you want to tell me?"

"Misaki, I and Manami are engaged,"

Misaki burst into a smile and hugged his brother.

"That's wonderful!"

He then realised that the ring around Manami's finger was his mother's.

"I want you to be the best man," Takahiro smiled putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'd love to be!" Masaki smiled.

"Promise me one thing,"

"What's that?"

"Don't pursue slaying until we are married,"

"B-but brother," Misaki stuttered shocked.

"I don't want you to die, especially before then! Please..."

After a long begrudging silence, Misaki finally agreed.

"Okay,"

Takahiro smiled.

"But after that I go straight back to business,"

Takahiro rolled his eyes.

"Alright then we're getting married in spring,"

Misaki pouted and sipped his tea.

He's giving up a couple of month's work of slaying all for family.

Akihiko entered the bar wearing a black cloak; following an advertisement wanting Slayers.

They were meeting at a place named the 'The Withered Rose'.

As soon as he entered he'd saw a load of strong men and a couple of women but was stopped by a muscular man in dark robes.

"State you're business here,"

"I am a slayer looking for work, perhaps to have a drink," Akihiko said casually.

The man, who was obviously security, narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"I haven't seen you around here before,"

"I'm a traveller sir; I'm looking for a place to settle,"

There was a moment that Akihiro though the man was going to send him away.

The man begrudgingly stepped aside.

"I've got my eye on you," he faintly said as Akihiro entered the bar.

Akihiro approached the bar maid.

"I'd have some red wine please," Akihiro said placing some gold coins on the bar.

A drunken slayer near him started to giggle uncontrollably.

"So...what brings you here," the man slurred putting an arm around Akihiko.

Akihiko was tempted to break one of his fingers.

"Well, I heard there was a demon named Blood that needed to be vanquished,"

The man spluttered and laughed loudly.

"What rock have you been living under? Blood has already been vanquished!"

"Oh?" Akihiko raised his eyebrows faking surprise.

"Yeah, by a kid named Takahashi," the man hiccupped.

Akihiko inwardly smiled, this was going to be easier thanks to this guy.

"Is he a local slayer then?" Akihiko smiled making small talk.

"Yeah the kid lives nearby," the man sighed happily.

The barmaid place Akihiko's drink in front of him.

"Man, that kid is something special,"

Akihiro sipped his drink hoping that the man would leak more information.

"I mean look at this!" the guy pulled out a piece of cloth with a blood stain on it.

"What is it?" Akihiko asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"I managed to snag it after he vanquished the last demon! It's a piece of his cloak!"

"So...that's his?"

"Yeah, I'm planning to sell it to people as a souvenir, since he's a local celebrity,"

Akihiko grinned; he was glad that he ran into this guy, now he has the perfect thing to track Takahashi down.

"The next one is on me," Akihiko said placing several gold coins in the man's hands.

The man practically drooled and as he was busy ordering some more drinks Akihiko swiped the piece of cloth.

Takahashi was his.

There was a difference between demons and mages.

Mages relied on their magical abilities from which they learned from books and teachers.

While demons magic abilities came naturally and often relied on instinct.

Akihiko was relying on his instinct by using Takahiro's scent to try and find him.

He finally tracked down a strong smell of the slayer, at a little house at the corner of the street.

Akihiko turned invisible using his powers and entered the home cautiously.

Inside the house was a man with dark hair and eyes sitting at a table.

He smelled very sweet that made Akihiro feel a rush of pleasure through him.

He came close to the man to get a better look of him.

It deeply disturbed him that he'd have to kill him.

Or that someone so gentle looking could be capable of killing demons.

With a sad sigh Akihiko raised his sword and started to aim.

Suddenly the door burst open startling Akihiro so that he accidently cut himself on his arm.

'Shit,' Akihiko winced in pain.

"Are you feeling better Takahiro?" the gentle looking woman asked.

"A little, but I'm just not sure Misaki will stop being a slayer,"

Akihiko's blood ran cold.

"He seems to find a certain thrill with it, something I'll never understand,"

Akihiko could've just killed the wrong person. This man was no slayer!

He sniffed the cloth again and understood.

This man Takahiro was not the right Takahashi he was after.

But their scents were very similar next time he'd have to go with haste.

Akihiko glanced at the man's beauty.

He really hoped that this was not a mission he'd regret taking.

As he left the room, Takahiro glanced at the place Akihiko was standing.

'Was someone here just now?' Takahiro thought looking at some odd scarlet drops on the floor.

The slayer Misaki was not very far away, so Akihiko could easily track him down.

He looked up at the Slayer's home.

There were no lights on, so he either; wasn't home or was asleep.

It would be much easier to kill him if he was asleep, that way he wouldn't be able to look at the life leave his eyes as he died.

Most of the demons in his family took pleasure in that, while he did not.

He cautiously entered the property making sure he didn't make a sound.

The smell of this slayer was so much sweeter than the other Takahashi, it was absolutely glorious!

He tracked the scent of the Slayer upstairs and thankfully the door was slightly opened so he was able to look inside.

It was a bedroom and there was a sleeping figure inside the covers.

Akihiko stood over the bed to have a better look at the sleeper.

This figure was less likely to be a slayer then the other one!

He looked far too delicate and innocent.

Akihiko hoped he was wrong again but there was no denying this was the right one.

The smell was the exact smell from the cloth not similar like the other Takahashi.

He raised his sword to strike and aimed it at his heart so he'd die a relatively painless death.

Just as he was about to do the action, the boy shot up from the bed.

The boy could not see him since he was still invisible, but Akihiko was staring directly into the boy's olive green eyes.

The boy breathed heavy like he had a nightmare.

Akihiko's hand shook.

He shouldn't prolong this any longer.

"Is someone there?" the boy asked staring in the dark.

The slayer moved unintentionally so that his face was close to Akihiko.

He couldn't do it.

This boy was too beautiful, too sweet, to kill.

It would be a mistake to slaughter him.

Desire urged through him, he wanted this boy to be his.

He needed to make sure no other demon would be sent to kill him and there was one way that Akihiro knew how to do that.

Make him his mate.

Unbeknownst to Akihiko, the blood from his wound earlier began to drip onto Misaki's bed sheets.

The slayer immediately noticed this and narrowed his eyes.

"Who's here show yourself!"

Misaki pulled a dagger from underneath one of his pillows.

Akihiko smirked with amusement.

He could see his spirit would make him a strong slayer.

Luckily the slayer was facing the other direction so Akihiko was able to safely pull the dagger from out of his hand and tossed it in the corner of the room.

Misaki made an angry grunt and scrambled to fetch his weapon.

But he was stopped by an unseen force and couldn't move except frail his legs slightly since his position was kneeling.

Akihiko embraced the young slayer tightly to restrain him.

"What...the fuck! Put me down!" Misaki yelled.

Who was Akihiko to refuse?

He dropped the slayer on the bed so he landed on his butt.

Misaki gave a soft 'oof' as he was gently dropped.

However before he was able to try and reach for the dagger once again he found his wrists being pinned above his head.

His heart beat accelerated rapidly as fear started to consume him.

He couldn't see his captor nor did the slayer have any means of defending himself.

This was not good.

He felt a gentle caress against his chest underneath his nightgown.

"Try not be frightened, I won't hurt you," Akihiro tried to soothe in his ear.

Misaki flinched as his captor finally appeared before him.

His captor had his wrists in a grip while the other let his fingertips on his chest gently.

"Get your hands off me!" Misaki demanded going red.

"O~oh what's this?" Akihiko hummed holding up Misaki's ring from around his neck.

Akihiko said this teasingly, but a stab of jealous began to run through him for he couldn't bear to think of anyone else touching Misaki.

"You look awfully young to be married," Akihiko ran his fingers through Misaki's hair.

Misaki turned his face away blushing.

"I'm not that's my mother's!"

There was a moment of silence so the young slayer opened one eye to see that his captor's mouth has curled into a smirk.

"Good,"

Akihiko locked his lips with Misaki's causing the younger male to gasp.

"...umph..."

Misaki struggled to try to throw Akihiko off but could only gasp as they wrestled tongues, as Akihiko broke apart their kiss he breathed heavily.

"You taste wonderful," Akihiko gave him a warm smile.

Misaki only frowned in return.

"L-leave me alone," the young slayer tried to throw him off again.

Akihiko's free hand admired Misaki's smooth chest and teased one of his nipples.

"Uh..." he let out a small gasp.

"Hmm, sensitive aren't we?"

Akihiko licked the shell of Misaki's ear.

"Tell me, do you usually molest people in their sleep or am I just lucky?" Misaki muttered angrily.

"Ohh, you're very lucky Misaki," Akihiko responded licking the slayer's neck.

Misaki turned away from his captor squeezing his eyes shut.

Akihiko softly kissed the same spot on his neck; Misaki could see that his captor's teeth suddenly became sharper which frightened him.

"You just don't realise it yet," Akihiko said softly in his ear.

He planted one last soft kiss on his neck before plunging his fangs into the side of his neck.

Misaki screamed in agony, after a few seconds he became silent willing for his captor to release him while tears spilled down his face.

Akihiko pulled away, blood started dripping his mouth from marking Misaki as his mate.

Misaki's eyes shrank seeing the blood, the horrible memory of seeing that monster with his mother's blood around his mouth came flooding back.

He started to shiver in fear and dare not move.

Akihiko titled his head in confusion; he didn't mean to frighten him at all in demon society that was how you showed you cared for your new love.

"I'm sorry that hurt you so much, my love,"

Akihiko wiped Misaki's tears; he decided not to continue with this anymore perhaps Misaki just needed to come around to the idea of being his mate.

As much as he wanted to ravish Masaki he didn't like seeing him that frightened.

"I shall see you soon, my darling,"

Akihiko softly kissed Masaki's forehead.

"Go to sleep,"

Immediately Masaki's eyes began to droop and the last thing he saw was Akihiko staring at him while giving him a soft smile.

Misaki woke up with a start.

"...Was...was that a dream?" he asked himself panting softly.

He looked around the room, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Finally settled down thinking it nothing more than a strange dream.

Maybe his brother was right with convincing him to take a break from being a Slayer.

He often had nightmares but that was the weirdest dream he's ever had.

Perhaps dealing with demons all the time was finally taking effect on his mind and came up with a really crazy nightmare.

He had to admit though.

The demon in his dream was incredibly good looking...

Misaki shook his head.

No.

A demon was a demon; he'd never be with one of those monsters no matter how handsome he looked.

He walked into his bathroom and washed his face.

Suddenly he caught his reflection.

"What the...?"

He noticed two little marks on the side of his neck which looked like a bite.

Misaki shrieked as he finally realised his entire dream wasn't really a dream after all.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

He yelled so loudly that the birds resting on his and nearby homes fluttered away in a hurry.

Little did Misaki know that someone was watching him in amusement, on the street just outside his house.

Akihiko was going to enjoy spending time with the hot tempered, spirited little Slayer.

"And so the courting stage begins," he muttered to himself.

A/N: It was slightly different, it was orginally going to be similar to the series plot with a fantasy setting.

But I like making diferent stuff.

There is a reason why both Takahiro and Masaki sensed Akihiko's presense, but that's revealed until later.

Akihiko doesn't believe he's done anything wrong by marking Masaki because in demon society that's how they do it.

Hope you enjoy, please review.

~Blazenix