Going through my files the other day I came across this story. It is fully written, five chapters, and had originally been uploaded under my Cerberus penname in the anthology "The Terrorist's Handbook." I was hesitant to re-upload this originally, since Shinobu and Miyagi felt very westernized to me in this fic (understanding this is an aspect of all of my pieces, it seemed particularly exaggerated here). Also, there were some issues with the erotic bits I wasn't entirely happy with.

Giving the piece a heavy editing now, however, while still not entirely satisfied, I am feeling happier with it and decided to go ahead and re-post the story here. So you should get a chapter a day of it over the next five days or so until it's all up. I am also putting it up concurrently on my daniel-lazerus tumblr page as well.

Hope you enjoy it, whether this is a new read for you or an old, if reconfigured, friend.

Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica of any of its characters.

Don't Call Me "Baby"

Chapter One: Baby

Shinobu couldn't recall the last time he'd felt so content.

He and Miyagi had been "going out" (not that they really actually went out anywhere together) for several weeks. And after the initial drama, everything seemed to be going well, at last. They had settled into a relatively relaxed routine, especially since he had learned a fair number of Miyagi's quirks now and how to navigate these.

Tonight, they had decided to watch a movie. Miyagi had graciously allowed him to pick the film, dark brows rising only slightly when Shinobu had made his choice.

The two of them were presently reclining on Miyagi's comfortable, grey sofa. Shinobu nested in front of a semi-seated Miyagi, his blond head resting on Miyagi's thigh. They had just finished watching the first half of Tarantino's Grindhouse, which Miyagi had been tolerating only because the Japanese dubs were hilarious, and because he got as much delight from observing his boy's response to the film as Shinobu got watching the campy flick.

Now, Miyagi had tired of the subtitles and was far more interested in teasing Shinobu. He'd had convinced Shinobu to close his eyes and open his mouth and was randomly dropping the puffs of corn Shinobu had popped for the occasion between his boy's lips, missing (somewhat purposely) almost as many times as he made it.

While it was very playful, it was also an exercise in trust and Shinobu was trying hard not to open his eyes. He felt slightly foolish, but enjoyed his elder's low chuckles, as well as the anticipation of where the next light maize touch would fall. Then, suddenly, the body behind him shifted and it was Miyagi's warm lips, not popcorn, he felt graze his open mouth.

After the first light brush, Miyagi deepened his kissed, enjoying the salty taste of Shinobu's tongue from the movie treats. "Too bad they can't sell that at the concession stand," he murmured upon breaking their kiss

"Oi, Miyagi!" Shinobu sputtered, his voice unusually pushed the professor away and sat up. "No fair!" He laughed. "That wasn't part of the game."

Miyagi wrapped long arms around, pulling the lithe teen's body up, sideways onto his lap. He peered at Shinobu from under heavy bangs, his gaze lit with a hungry glint.

"New rules."

Laughing harder, Shinobu tried to wriggle free from the embrace. Until, finally conceding, he gave up and instead wrapped his arms around Miyagi's neck in return, pulling their foreheads almost together.

Looking into Miyagi's blue eyes Shinobu did not have to go deeply: his lover's desire swam right on their surface. Still panting slightly from his struggles, Shinobu moved in, anticipating Miyagi's next kiss. He slipped his tongue into Miyagi's mouth and was surprised to hear his elder emit a low moan.

Miyagi clasped him tighter and leaned over, so that now, Shinobu was almost laying down, his head resting on the thick arm of the sofa. Bending over, Miyagi grazed the tender skin at the base of Shinobu's neck with his mouth, kissing his way down to collarbones. One of his hands slid under Shinobu's thin t-shirt and brushed against small nipples. Then it traveled down the sweet skin of his boy's belly and drifted under the waistband of the sweats Shinobu wore, kneading his rapidly filling cock through his underwear.

Shinobu responded eagerly to these attentions, pressing his hips up and into the skilled hand. Miyagi shifted again, sliding out from under him. He used both hands to slip Shinobu's sweats, drawers included, all but completely off.

Miyagi moved down between lean, bare legs; Shinobu was fully hard now. Wrapping his lips around the tip of Shinobu's cock, inside his mouth Miyagi used his tongue, swirling it around the slit, savoring the light flavors of arousal beginning to seep from it. Then he released Shinobu's now pearling dick and began sliding his mouth down his shaft from tip to base and back again, alternating sides.

Though he had been taken like this often by now, the sensations of it all still rocked Shinobu and he was soon panting from a whole other type of struggle. Even so, he ran his fingers through the dark head between his thighs, urging Miyagi on.

Glancing up, Miyagi caught Shinobu's wanton expression.

"Not yet," he murmured, backing off. His boy was learning control, but he was still so sensitive.

Shinobu hissed through his teeth, frustrated, and this obviously pleased Miyagi, who sat up and ran large hands down his trembling thighs. When one of Miyagi's hands traveled back down cupping blood-heavy balls, Shinobu moaned beneath him.

Miyagi leaned into Shinobu's ear and purred, "You know what I want to hear, Shu."

For once Shinobu didn't hesitate, any pretense at pride forgotten.

"Fuck, Miyagi, please," he breathed, "I want to come".

Dipping his head back down, Miyagi took his boy into his mouth and sucked him into his throat. Between the wet pleasure of this and the hand working Shinobu's tender sac it was not long before Shinobu's lust-filled torment came to a shuddering conclusion.

Miyagi sat up when Shinobu's climax tapered off, his eyes traveling the length of his spent beauty. He reached over and grabbed his unfinished beer off of the coffee table and took a swig, enjoying the combined taste of alcohol and Shinobu.

"You are so easy, Baby," Miyagi smirked playfully.

His grin faltered however, when he saw a dark shadow cross over Shinobu's face at his words. The teen had immediately drawn his knees up, slipping back into his dislocated drawers.

There was no way the professor could have known the powerful wave of emotions his words sent crashing through his lover. When Shinobu heard the word "baby," spoken in that way, rather than an endearment, he heard an indictment and suddenly felt ashamed.

On a certain level, Shinobu knew he was being overly sensitive, but "Baby" struck him as a feminine title. Beyond this, he still felt so untried and insecure he did not want to be seen as an infant, as the word indicated, but rather as a worthy partner, a man of merit who would hopefully someday complement his elder's life.

Aware of the sudden tension, Miyagi sat up straighter and moved over. He stroked his hair back, looking away. Shinobu watched his older lover adjust a painfully stiff dick through his jeans as he made ready to get up from the sofa.

When he at last spoke, Miyagi's voice was casual, but he still averted his eyes from Shinobu's face.

"I'm going to go have a smoke."

Since Shinobu had more or less been living at the older man's apartment the last couple weeks, in light of his terrorist's complaints about secondhand fumes, Miyagi had been smoking on the balcony rather than inside.

But this wasn't just "a smoke."

Residing with his elder, it had not taken Shinobu long, to realize that this was Miyagi-speak for discomfort. Smoking was how the man excused himself from any situation he did not know how to deal with, or whenever he needed time to think. Shinobu also knew that Miyagi had not meant anything but a tender teasing with his comment and he was aware of how truly patient his lover had been with him.

Since their time at his Sensei's grave, while Miyagi attended him often, with hands and mouth, he had not tried to fully embrace Shinobu as he had on that trip. Shinobu had found himself both relieved and concerned by this, for while their initial coming together had been a pivotal moment for them, it had also been pretty painful.

Also Shinobu harbored lingering worries about how he'd conducted himself both during and after, though he'd never say this for fear of being laughed at. For these reasons, the usually forward blond had found himself grown timid in this particular regard, and had been unsure of what to do and had been waiting on Miyagi to initiate their next full-out fuck. But he'd just now realized that this was the very sort of "baby-ish" behavior he longed to avoid.

Based on Miyagi's past actions too, Shinobu had thought his elder was content in his giving, not asking for any particular returns. However, watching Miyagi now in his present discomfort, preparing to get up of the couch and simply walk away again, Shinobu made a decision.

"Wait!"

One brow raised in mild curiosity Miyagi looked at him at last. But while he hesitated, Shinobu could see that his elder was still undecided as whether or not he was going to go.

"Stay right there."

Now, both Miyagi's dark brows were raised.

His heart thundering in his chest, Shinobu got up and walked over in front of him. Then he crawled onto Miyagi's lap, straddling his thighs. Taking each of Miyagi's stunned arms, one at a time, Shinobu bent them at the elbow, placing his elder's hands behind his dark head. Then he sat back.

Miyagi did not move but instead remained just as posed regarding Shinobu with interest.

"New game. My rules." Shinobu kept his declarations short, words clipped, knowing otherwise his elder would surely hear the tremor in his voice.

Miyagi said nothing; he simply gazed at Shinobu with an expression of cool amusement on his handsome face. Shinobu refused to let this fluster him any more than he already was and waited, keeping his own face serious.

"Okay," Miyagi finally responded. He was intrigued by Shinobu's intensity and getting even more uncomfortably aroused by the change in his boy's manner.

Shinobu furrowed his brow and took on what he hoped was a fierce expression. "Rule one: don't call me 'Baby'… Ever."

Surprise flickered in dark-blue eyes but after a few seconds Miyagi nodded solemnly.

"Okay. And two?"

"Rule two: you keep your hands exactly where they are. No touching."

Again, surprise flashed like a lightning strike in the midnight skies of Miyagi's eyes.

Shinobu was unaware that he'd been holding his breath until he heard a low growled, "Alright." Then a huge sigh of relief escaped him.

The boy really wanted to this something for Miyagi, but after Miyagi's words triggered all his insecurities, Shinobu had suddenly become afraid of how his elder would respond. For example, he might lose his nerve if Miyagi touched his head or grabbed his hair while he was ministering to him and, now resolved in what he planned to do, Shinobu wanted to make sure nothing distracted him from his course.

After staring at Miyagi intensely for several seconds, finally, satisfied his elder would play by his rules, Shinobu let go of the long arms he still held. He took Miyagi's face in his hands now and leaned in, kissing Miyagi deeply. Miyagi meanwhile, playing along, opened himself up, allowing Shinobu free reign of his mouth.

Flicking his tongue against Miyagi's, Shinobu took in his lover's smoky flavor, tempered by his elder's recent consumptions with traces of beer and cum.

Submitting further, Miyagi tipped his head back as Shinobu licked his way down his neck. Pressing his torso against Miyagi's, Shinobu ground his pelvis against his elder's tortured lap. Miyagi growled deep in his throat at this and Shinobu could feel the stiff dick trapped in his lover's jeans, as it pressed through the softer fabric of his sweats, bumping against his balls and the crack of his ass.

Disregarding his shaking hands, slowly Shinobu unbuttoned Miyagi's shirt. He traced the contours of the taut chest beneath. He leaned down and kissed each of the now exposed nipples, teasing them with teeth and tongue.

The silence of the room was broken only by the sounds of his soft sucking and Miyagi's increasingly heavy breaths.

Then slipping back off Miyagi's heated lap, Shinobu stood up and looked down on his lover. Miyagi too tipped his head down and gazed back at him from under lust-heavy lids. Reveling in the raw need he saw barely contained in the dark-blue eyes, Shinobu was proud of himself, that he had been the one to conjure this.

Quickly, using this new pride to fuel him, Shinobu knelt down and unbuckled Miyagi's belt. He only looked up once before he slipped it out from its loops to make sure that his elder had no intention of moving. He unzipped Miyagi's jeans and was pleased when his lover remained silent, but lifted his hips to help him slide denim and briefs off of his body. Grateful to be free from the confining fabric, Miyagi's gracefully curved erection leapt up as Shinobu moved in, between the strong, now-bare thighs.

From his new position, he studied Miyagi's cock a moment. It was long, following the general build of the rest of the man's body, but in contrast with his lanky limbs, the professor's dick was surprisingly thick. His finger traced a fat vein that ran most of its stiff length and he thrilled to feel Miyagi shiver above him.

Lifting Miyagi's erection higher, Shinobu nuzzled deeper between muscular thighs. He was surprised to find his lover's heavy sac was smooth and wondered if Miyagi had shaved anticipating such a moment between them, or if this was just another quirk to add to the growing list of his elder's eccentricities.

Setting this question aside for the moment, Shinobu reached out, and tasted Miyagi's balls with his tongue. He was pleased to find nothing here in the increasingly sex-soaked scent of his lover that reminded his own pungent adolescent odor. Instead, his elder smelled of tobacco, salt, and soap, and something slightly spicy.

He gave a light suck to Miyagi's sac, his tongue weighed each gland, his mouth surprised by the soft fullness of the flesh here. He felt Miyagi tense around him, from trepidation or pleasure he couldn't tell. Regardless, Shinobu left of here and moved on.

Continuing to explore with his tongue, he licked up Miyagi's erect length from its base. Though initially hesitant, he found he liked the crisp taste.

Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure that had begun rasping deep in his lover's throat. once Miyagi's dick was slick with spit, Shinobu wrapped one hand around its base and took the head of Miyagi's cock into his mouth.

Above him, Miyagi was doing all that he could not to move, allowing his boy complete access to his body. The sensation of voluntary immobility transported him and for a moment Miyagi's reality was reduced to two points: his dick and Shinobu's mouth.

Shinobu could feel Miyagi's struggle to hold back and was surprised at how powerful he suddenly felt. He began to move his hand and mouth in tandem, sliding up and down the wet length of his lover, taking Miyagi in as far as his throat would allow without gagging. Even when he felt as though he might, he didn't draw back: tonight, Shinobu wanted to possess Miyagi completely.

As pent up as Miyagi had been, it did not take long for Shinobu, despite his inexperience, to bring him to his threshold and he was ready to come after only a few minutes of his boy's enthusiastic oral attentions.

Hearing Miyagi nearing his climax, Shinobu felt strangely in control for the first time in a long while. Slipping his mouth off, Miyagi Shinobu picked up the speed of his hand, pumping him vigorously until Miyagi suddenly cried out and came with a wrenching shudder.

Just as the first of his elder's seed erupted from Miyagi's tip, Shinobu engulfed him again. He held Miyagi's cock in his mouth, until his elder was completely spent, even though the cum shooting down the back of his throat was surprisingly bitter.

Finally, Shinobu felt Miyagi pull back, his length now too tender from its release to be comfortably held. Reluctantly he let Miyagi's waning dick slip out from between his lips.

Standing up, he slid back onto Miyagi damp lap, sweat clad thighs over simply sweaty ones. Carefully, he took his elder's stiff arms and drew them loosely around his waist. Shinobu watched Miyagi revive as if from a dream, pleased to find the man's usually stoic expression displaced with one of wonder.

Staring into bewildered blue eyes, Shinobu flicked his tongue sensually over his lips, licking up the last of his lover's flavor.

"Now who's easy, Baby?" he said with a happy smirk.

Miyagi offered no words in reply. Instead, he just slipped one hand lower and gave his boy's tight ass a playful smack, then, tightening his grip around Shinobu's waist he stood up. Miyagi captured his young lover's mouth with a grateful kiss and, having decided it was time to move their evening's games to a new playing field, wasted no more time before dragging Shinobu off with him to their bedroom.

Thank you for reading.