Hey... I have to admit, this is all because I was bored. When I was first reading Junjo Romantica, I was surprised at how I could totally see Akihiko's side, and I thought of how cool it would be if someone wrote/drew it from Usami's side. Then, about a year later, I found this website, and immediately thought of my idea long ago. Finally, I thought to myself, 'What the heck, if it stinks, it stinks, and there's not much I can do about it.' And so I decided to upload the story from Akihiko's POV. I'm really bad at writing the... uh... questionable scenes, so don't blame me if they're crap.
Now, to all those who read this, THIS STORY IS A FRIST DRAFT. My computer is malfunctioning and cannot do anything except connect to the internet. My laptop is also malfunctioning, but in the way that it won't go on the internet. So I have to do this long process of switching computers and it's very annoying, so I don't feel like reviewing it.
Also, I typed this at two in the morning, so if it's not written as well as it could be, then please be patient. I'll try to make it more interesting later. So without further ado, enjoy!
Ummm... one more thing. For the dream part, I totally ad-libbed, so if you're reading the manga and seeing how my story fits, please don't blame me for it. Thanks!
Akihiko Usami was dreaming.
He knew he was dreaming because this particular one had been haunting him for over eight years. It was a crushingly gentle dream, full of secret yearnings and unfulfilled desires that he could never allow to be brought into reality, for fear of their irreplaceable damage.
And so he suffered this sweet torture willingly, knowing that this would never be; knowing that he could never allow himself to take the chance of ruining the hint of warmed love that sustained his otherwise icy heart.
"Usagi-san..." He was eighteen, and his unrequited love was before him. He looked up at Akihiko, smiling gently, yet at the same time somewhat nervously. His hands clutched at the bag in them as as the silence lengthened.
"Yes? What is it, Kyoukou?" He watched his best friend's face almost hungrily, searching for and detecting the love hidden in his eyes. He knew what would happen in this dream, but he could not force himself to walk away from even a ghost of a love he craved so fervently, yet could never allow himself to even wish for.
Kyoukou Takahashi took a deep breath, and tried to speak, but stopped short. He blushed and tried again, but to the same effect. Finally, he lowered his gaze and mumbled something to the ground.
"What did you say?" He asked, playing along with the dream, tormenting his heart with the almost cruel apparition.
"I said I..." Kyoukou stopped short as a faint, yet persistent buzzing noise began. He began to become slowly transparent, his voice fading away as he spoke, but before he could disappear, Akihiko grabbed his arm firmly, willing himself into a deeper sleep. He would not let himself wake before he prolonged the torture; before he heard his imagination conjure the words that he craved above all others.
The words that could never be.
"Go on." He waited with baited breath, his heat beating almost painfully as he braced himself.
"I... I..." Kyoukou looked down in embarrassment, but Akihiko raised his chin gently so he could look him in the eye. "I... love you, Usagi-san..." He blushed even deeper as he jerked his chin out of Akihiko's grasp, but before he could escape, Akihiko wrapped his arms around Kyoukou's smaller frame, crushing him with a maddening gentleness to his chest. His heart soared as he rejoiced in the words that his imagination conjured, knowing that they would never leave this realm.
Knowing that he could never let his emotions escape this dream, he clutched the apparition close to his chest, trying to believe it to be reality and not a heartbroken dream...
"Get the hell up, you bullshitting homo novelist!"
"No!" he cried out as his phantom love dissolved into smoke within his dream-arms. "Not yet!"
Akihiko Usami awoke sluggishly and unwillingly to yelling. At first he thought it was Aikawa, but the next sentence convinced him otherwise.
"This novel is all about my brother and you, bastard!"
Brother?
"What were you thinking? Explain!"
Akihiko opened his eyes to identify the source of the yelling, and looked blearily towards the door of his room. Standing by the doorway, just inside of it, was a rather small-looking teen who was currently looking around with something close to horror. He was holding a rectangular object loosely by his side, which Akihiko recognized.
My books... I must have left them on the table...
Books... Brother...
Akihiko's mind clicked as he realized the truth.
Kyoukou's little brother was finally here.
Misaki.
Akihiko sat up slowly in bed, glaring at the small, annoyingly loud boy. "So you saw it..." he said in a voice dark with lack of sleep and anger at being awoken.
The boy- Misaki, Akihiko had to remind himself, started, then began his torrent of noise again as he regained his anger, most likely upon seeing the author of the book he held's face.
"Look here," he raged, holding up the book and pointing to it's cover. "The characters in this novel are my brother and you! So you are gay! Last time I saw you, I suspected! You even said to my brother to make you food in order to pay for tutoring!"
Akihiko remembered the position Misaki had first seen him in, and quite honestly didn't blame him. Any other person would have suspected so if they had saw them. Yet Kyoukou remained blissfully unaware. It was a trait that Akihiko blessed and yet wanted to strangle him for.
Misaki's words interrupted his musings.
"You make me sick!"
Sick, eh?
That was fine by him. He didn't care if this little brat liked him or not. Akihiko got up from his bed and attempted to walk past Misaki and brush him off, but the small kid's next accusations destroyed that plan.
"Don't even think about tempting my brother! He's naive and gentle; don't take advantage of him!"
Akihiko slammed his right hand against the wall by Misaki's head as righteous anger filled him. Tempt Kyoukou? He was constantly battling the temptation to make Kyoukou realize his feelings every second, and this runt wanted to accuse him of tempting his brother? How ironic.
"Who takes advantage of people?" Akihiko leaned over the small brat slowly, trying to intimidate him as he spoke. Apparently it worked, for Misaki's face was getting paler as he shrank back.
"Ehh... because..." the teen's voice became shaky as he realized just how angry Akihiko really was.
Good.
Akihiko continued ruthlessly. "Did Kyoukou ever say someone took advantage of him?"
"Uhh... no..." The kid shrank farther back, but when his back hit the wall, he panicked, and in his panick he desperately tried to attack Akihiko verbally.
"Any... Anyway, just stay away from him!"
Yes, he was definitely scared.
"Find someone else!"
What?
"As long as it's a man, you don't care!"
Bad move, kid.
Akihiko, already mad at being interrupted from his much-needed sleep, felt his rage grow as the brat accused him of something so far from the truth it would have been comical, had he not been so pissed.
This runt needs to learn a very important lesson.
Swiftly, he caught Misaki's arm and hurled him into the room behind him. The brat stumbled over some toy train tracks and fell backwards onto the bed. Before he could even try to sit up, Akihiko was there, pinning his arms down as he swiftly straddled the air above him. "What do you know?" he raged harshly. "How can you understand Kyoukou and I?"
Misaki was protesting and struggling, trying desperately trying to get free. He tried to lean sideways and pull himself away, but Akihiko merely pushed him further so that he was now flipped over, and shoved his face into the mattress as he continued to vent his anger on the now helplessly struggling boy.
"And saying I don't choose the man? That makes me angry."
"Let me go!" The squirming teen shouts were muffled by the mattress, but nonetheless audible.
Pinning the boy firmly with one hand, Akihiko slowly reached the other down to the front of the brat's jeans and began undoing the button and zipper there.
Freeing his face from the mattress, Misaki's struggles against him redoubled as he shouted "Bastard, what are you doing?" He got his right leg free from under Akihiko and tried to kick him away, but Akihiko merely grabbed his foot before it hit his face and forced it back down, pinning the boy more securely as he finished undoing the front of the boy's pants.
Akihiko pressed his body against Misaki's one as he trailed his fingers up the still-struggling teen's shirtfront. Toying with a hoodie string in his other hand, he leaned closer, whispering maliciously into his ear:
"'I don't choose the man'. You're the one who said it, not me."
Ignoring Misaki's shouts for release, he lowered his right hand to go under the teen's shirts as his left hand reached into the brat's jeans once more.
"I... I didn't mean like this...!" Misaki trembled as Akihiko touched him and frantically attempted to pull his hands away, but to no avail.
Too late to change your words now, kid.
"Wait! Stop, you pervert!"
Never.
Misaki make a small noise as Akihiko kissed the back of his neck, then slowly trailed his tongue up the sensitive flesh there. He continued to toy with the arrogant boy under him, and the teen began to make small noises. Eventually, the boy's hands stopped trying to prevent Akihiko's touches and fell to the mattress, clutching blindly at the sheets as he gasped in surprise and grudging pleasure. His breath became loud and harsh as he endured the torturing ecstasy at Akihiko's hands. He lowered his head and began gritting his teeth, trying to stop the cries coming from his mouth, but Akihiko would have none of that. Lowering his mouth to Misaki's ear, he couldn't help but taunt the boy writhing in pleasure below him.
Reaching his hand still spread across the boy's chest up, Akihiko grabbed the kid's chin, holding his head still as his hot breath washed over the brat's sensitive ear. "Wanna scream for help? Go ahead, idiot-who-only-gets-D's."
At these words, the teen began to struggle weakly again, attempting to jab his elbow into Akihiko's stomach, but without force behind it, it bounced off harmlessly. He turned partway and said in a gasping voice "What'd you say, you...bastard!" this last word came out as a harsh moan as Akihiko suddenly closed his fingers gently yet firmly around him. The brat's eyes widened as he jerked in surprise, then froze.
That'll shut you up, runt.
Forcing Misaki's face to look forwards again, he ignored the fluttering struggles as Akihiko began to torment the boy even more, staying maddeningly gentle and, from the sounds of the teen's cries, driving the brat crazy.
Good, he thought, smiling.
Misaki shuddered as pleasure assaulted him, arching his back and clutching at the sheets as he gasped loudly. The boy's face turned sideways, and Akihiko saw that he was blushing a deep red, his eyebrows drawn tightly together as he breathed shallowly through his mouth. "You know, you're pretty cute!" Akihiko noted with slight surprise, chuckling.
Misaki swore as he began trembling harder and became louder with his moans. Suddenly, he cried out, and then slumped to the side, spent. Akihiko sat up and laughed slightly, and when he saw Misaki glared at him from the corner of his eye and he smiled, licking his sticky fingers suggestively. "Way too fast," he purred, and the teen hid his face in the covers as he tried to slow his breathing.
He's probably thinking of how much he hates me right now, Akihiko though with a mixture of vindictiveness and a surprising hint of sadness, watching the fists that still clenched the sheets trembling, but this time in anger.
Maybe now he'll leave me alone, Akihiko thought with relish.
Umm... Hey, I'm back! Please tell me how you think of this story; constructive criticism is welcome!
And also: If you would possibly want me to write a different chapter, message me about it and include an online link to the exact chapter that you want done. I apologize again for the crappy writing, but this is just a writing exercise I assigned to myself, and a first draft, at that.
Evermore!