Dear Cobalt: Happy Birthday Fushimi

Ahhhh~~! I know this is SO LATE for Fushimi's birthday, but I never got to writing it until now….*sobs*. I just realized I was rather vague about reviews in my other fic, "Dear Crimson: Fushimi's Monologue". I don't mean to sound stuck up…I just meant people can submit reviews if they wanted. I realize that with so many great fics out there, it may be a hassle to leave reviews for my fic, even. I won't be withholding updates just because there's not a lot reviews, so I'm sorry if that misled and upset readers out there! Anyhow, this fic is basically shameless soft porn that pretty much pampers Fushimi (hence Happy Birthday). Will be very lemony throughout the plot, and there may arguably not be a plot. I'll leave that to your individual judgments.

WARNINGS: Angsty Fushimi, semi-rape, OOC Misaki (you'll see why in the fic). If any or all of these elements make you angry, please DO NOT read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, except the shifty lady OC who has a minimal part. The rest, including the K Project trademark, belongs to GoRa and GoHands.

~ Happy is the line break, and happy is Fushimi in his POV~

I open my eyes, and the surrounding somewhat surprises me. I am not in the Scepter4 headquarters anymore, and judging by the building, I am not in my own apartment complex either. This is very interesting…where is this place? It should be somewhat fun to see what goes on next, I suppose. If it's boring, I'm leaving and going to find my Misaki again. There does not appear to be any sign of life around this white washed hallway I am standing in, and the entire apartment complex does not strike any memories within me. Paradoxically, I am standing in front of a door marked "Fushimi". Since I do not recall living here, this must be my previous residence, or perhaps the residence of a relative or so.

I reach up nonchalantly to knock at the door, but before my hand even reaches the door, it opens on its own. However, it is who has answered the door that leaves my heart racing, and my eyes alight again. In this moment, my life has ceased to be boring. Although it is rather bizarre that he should be here, I won't complain. Why question a blessing when it is so easily given to me? I can't help but feel a grin stretch itself across my face. "Mi~sa~kii~" I cooed at the figure in front of me. He was absolutely breathtaking, even though all he had on was his usual attire, plus a red apron and matching bandanna. "W-what, jackass? Are you going to come in or not? What freak comes home and just stops at the door!?" he admonished me while his face became completely flustered and he looked away. "Are you welcoming home~? How sweet~~" I can't believe it, this is absolutely wonderful! To have my beloved Misaki greet me when I got home…although, I don't quite remember living here.

"Dumbass! Of course I am! You live here, don't you?" Misaki continued to yell at me, but I can tell in his eyes that he does not mean to be abrasive. He merely has a hard time showing his emotions. "Hmm~I guess~~" I cooed again, holding him. Surprisingly, he doesn't struggle or try to get out of my hold. He simply turns red and looks away. "W-what do you mean you guess!? Shouldn't you be more sure of it? ….O-of us!?" my precious one still did not meet my eyes, and he seemed somewhat…uncomfortable? I'll admit I rather enjoy seeing him flustered and bothered like this, but this will not do. I must make him feel content in my arms. "Of us?" I repeated after him. I don't have the slightest idea what is bothering my beloved, but it must be corrected! "B-BASTARD!" My beloved little birdy breaks out of my grasp, and before I knew it, something hit me hard in the face.

I am thrown back into the floor of the home. "Jackass! Does this mean nothing to you!? Don't joke about us!" He screams at me while pointing to his left ring finger. On it sat a glimmering gold band, pure and simple. Us? A gold band? I quickly glanced down at my left hand, and I must admit that I was very pleasantly surprised to see a matching gold band sit on my ring finger, too. "Misakii~~~!" This was too much, I just couldn't keep it inside any longer. This was too good! I have done it, I finally have my Misaki! I pounced on him and nuzzled my cheek to his. Ah, so soft and warm despite him being a man…I've longed to do this for so long. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to push a joke this far. Let me….make it up to you?" I held him close and purred into his ear, while my hands were given free reign to wander that delectable body without much resistance. "Hmph. D-don't think you're off the hook, you stupid monkey. I can't believe you forgot about us. We've been married for nearly three years, jackass~! And to think you were so desperate when you first proposed….I don't care, you're going to do the groceries!" My lovely wife (Yes! How smoothly it rolls off my tongue to call my lovely Misaki that~) pouted and turned his back to me, holding out a white grocery list.

"Alright, I'll go do the groceries. Even though I JUST got back…" I sighed dramatically. "W-well, you HAD to make a joke like that! Do you know how worried I was when you acted like you don't know what you were doing!? I thought you had gotten t-tired of me, or something!" I was not expecting him to be so open with his emotions, but here my lovely one proved me wrong again. There were tears glistening in the corners of Misaki's eyes. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry, dear. I just thought it'd be ok, since we did end up together despite being on opposing ends, what with HOMRA and Scepter4 and all." I gently reassured my little bird. "What are you talking about? What's HOMRA and Scepter4? Saru, are you really alright?" I couldn't believe my ears. Misaki held nothing but question and concern in his eyes, and it was then that I noticed that every single picture in our house consisted only of us. There were no HOMRA or Scepter4 members. Of course, I'm glad they don't play a role in our private life together, but for my precious Misaki to deny the existence of HOMRA is really big indeed.

I needed to confirm something, so in one fluid motion, I pulled down Misaki's shirt and m collar open as well. Where there was once the HOMRA clan mark, it now stood clean of any mark. It would appear that I have begun to live life in an alternate dimension. I suppose I do prefer this one over the one I knew. "S-saru….? W-what's going on…?" My darling asked me in fear. "Oh, I just wanted to check and see if you are still delectable, my sweet~" I quickly recovered, not wasting this chance to nip and suck at my beloved's pale, exposed collarbone. "A-ahh….mmnh….S-Saru….n-not right now….! It—it's still broad daylight!" Misaki moaned. For some reason, he seemed to be more sensitive…I wonder if we've done it yet? "Ne, Mi~sa~ki~are you…so sure you don't want it?" I breathed into his ear as I reached one hand under his shirt to tweak a nipple. "Ahn! Haa….w-we definitely can't!" Such cute words of denial when his body clearly showed he wanted it, my adorable Misaki panted and arced into my body. "Why deny yourself, my love? There's nothing else to do today~" I teased, testing the waters. "W-we…we're out of heat packs and cooling rubs! I am NOT laying you if we don't have those on hand. You know we need them because you turn our intimate moments into week-long fuckathons. Don't even try to deny it! Remember our first time? I couldn't stand or walk properly for a month! A MONTH! It's ridiculous! All our neighbours thought I was actually permanently handicapped! You…you just don't understand that, do you? You're not the one being fucked senseless. Don't even start with the laundry. That took a ridiculous time before the stains were washed out, and you know it." I watched as my hot headed little crow panted, his face flushed.

Well. We certainly went far…just listening to him recount our "time" together was really arousing…yet at the same time I can't help but feel a little distraught at his outburst. In the end he seemed to be angry at our stains from sex permanently dirtying our sheets more than what I do to him…it is rather disgruntling. I must improve my techniques so my lovely one can receive the full benefit of pleasure, to the point where he forgets about stains altogether! "But Misaki~~ hearing you say that again is making me so…excited. Don't be so cruel, sweetheart. I'll do the groceries, but won't you be a little bit nicer? Play with me a little first." I asked slowly, with a hint of a smirk in my voice. I can see his determination wavering in his eyes as he thought this over. "*sigh* F-fine. I'll….give you a little something, s-since you seem to be absolutely out of it. I-it's only to snap you back to reality, though! I still haven't forgiven you or anything, keep that in mind!" My lovely wife is so sweet and submissive! Ah~ what bliss…I watched with eager eyes as Misaki removed his red apron and got onto his knees in front of me. He had a blushing, submissive expression painted on his face, his eyes half-lidded as he undid the zipper on my pants.

His smaller, softer hands felt like heaven when they wrapped around my painfully hard member and gently freed it from the confines of my tight pants. From my vantage point, no porn on earth can compare to my Misaki as he kneeled in front of me, lips ready to envelop my rock hard cock. I can feel his hot breath tickling the head and the pink lips getting closer and closer-BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Fushimi Saruhiko snapped wide awake and groaned at the early sunlight filtering through blue blinds. He slammed an annoyed fist down on his nightstand, silencing the alarm. Blinking his eyes blearily, he looked to the tiny calendar on his nightstand. November 7th. 'Happy birthday to me, indeed.' He thought bitterly as he lay there to collect his thoughts. Not like anyone would celebrate it with him. At least, not any kind of celebration he would deem interesting and worthy of taking joy in. Now if something like his dream happened… now that was a celebration. Sighing, he pulled his pajama top open slightly and looked. Yep, there it was. His ex-HOMRA mark was still there, with its burnt streaks. He checked his left ring finger forlornly, a bit afraid to see what wasn't there. A quick glance, and that was it. Yep, no golden band. He was back where he was before, and it rather did not sit well with him. He sighed and got out of bed, getting ready for the day. 'Maybe a walk around town would do me some good.' The blue haired teen thought idly as he did his morning wash up.

~So begins Fushimi's birthday adventures~

Uhmm….yeah, sorry about it being so short! I have the entire story planned, but I don't have the strength to type it all out, so I think this fic will end up being a twoshot or so. About reviews…review as you see fit! Again, I should clarify (I know I sounded somewhat vague and possibly stuck up in my last K Project fic, but I didn't intend to sound like so! I'm sorry if it upset some readers…) that the number of reviews does not affect the update speed. I shall try to wrap this up as quickly as I can.