The Little Brother
Disclaimer: Dun-dun-dun! Wow, big freakin' surprise, I don't own Junjou Romantica! Isn't that amazing?
Err… yea, remember when I said that Misaki would be a bit OOC, I actually meant really OOC. My excuse is that he's drunk and has hardly any idea about what he's doing, so yea… You know, I don't know what I was thinking when I made the summary at the time it sounded cool, but then again it was one in the morning and I was sleep deprived, hm, well maybe it'll make sense in later chapters maybe not, who knows?
WARNING: Yaoi! There's a reason this story is rated M! Mainly for this chapter and future ones. You've been warned!
Chapter One
Misaki looked nothing like his brother. In fact he looked to be the exact opposite of his brother who had black hair and black eyes who pretty much fit in with the rest of the Japanese population. No, Misaki was more exotic in a sense and Akihiko found it hard to believe that the two were related. Misaki had messy brunette hair that stuck out in all directions, his deep emerald green eyes were big and doe-like, his facial features were feminine, and he was fairly small for his age of 18.
Akihiko hoisted the boy up into his arms, causing him to stir from his sleep. Misaki groaned slightly, lifting his head up off of Akihiko's shoulder to peer up at the man. "Shhh… go back to sleep." Akihiko said softly.
"You know, you never told me your name…" Misaki slurred drowsily.
Akihiko blinked, looking down at the boy. "Usami Akihiko." Misaki furrowed his brows together in confusion. He'd never heard his brother talking about someone named 'Usami Akihiko'. Sensing the boy's confusion Akihiko added, "But, Takahiro refers to me as Usagi-san."
Misaki stared up at the man for a while before bursting out in a fit of giggles. Leave it to his brother to come up with a cutesy nickname like 'Usagi-san' for a man who clearly did not resemble a rabbit in any way, shape, or form. Imagining floppy bunny ears protruding from the man's head made Misaki laugh even harder. Although the image was cute, it definitely didn't fit Akihiko at all. "Okay, Usagi-san it is." Misaki said once his giggles had subsided.
Even though the prospect of having such a ridiculous nickname was funny, it wasn't that funny, but Akihiko found that he rather liked Misaki's laugh so he let it pass.
"Can you walk on your own?" Akihiko asked once they reached his floor.
"I'll try." Misaki replied. Akihiko carefully placed Misaki down onto his feet. He got to 'WHOOP' before falling flat on his ass. Misaki laughed at his own clumsiness and Akihiko went to go pick him up again. Misaki climbed onto Akihiko's back and cheered, urging Akihiko to walk faster. Akihiko had to tell him to shut up, reminding the boy that most normal people were asleep at this hour. The boy pouted, resting his head on top of Akihiko's. Upon entering the penthouse, Misaki's green eyes widened in awe. "Waa~ it's huge!" He exclaimed.
Akihiko smiled at Misaki's childlike wonder and began carrying the boy upstairs to his bedroom. Had he known he'd be having overnight company, he would've set up the guest bedroom. He snorted. Fat chance of him actually setting up the room, but maybe if he had known it'd be a cute, sexy, and not to mention drunk brunette he might've considered doing it or bribing his editor to do it; perhaps promising to actually meet his deadline or giving her a new juicy idea for a BL novel.
Misaki's eyes widened even more than thought possible when they entered Akihiko's toy-filled bedroom. Akihiko set him on the bed and Misaki continued to look around the bedroom at all the toys before turning to eye Akihiko suspiciously. "Did you rob a Toys R' Us or something?"
Akihiko chuckled. "No, I didn't rob a Toys R' Us. These are all mine."
"Dude, you have some serious problems." Misaki shook his head.
"Well, anyway, if you need anything, I'll be downstairs." Akihiko informed as he began to leave.
"Wait!"
Akihiko stopped and turned to face the teen.
"Isn't this your bedroom? Where will you sleep?" Misaki asked.
"I'm just gonna sleep on the couch." Akihiko replied.
"B-but, I don't want to kick you out of your own room, besides you could get a cold sleeping on the couch." Misaki said worriedly.
"Don't worry; I'll be fine." Akihiko reassured. "Goodnight, Misaki." He turned to leave once again.
"Ah! Wait! Uwaa! *THUMP* Ow…" Misaki groaned and Akihiko quickly went back in the room to help Misaki get up off of the floor. "Usagi-san…" Misaki whispered. He stared up at Akihiko with half-lidded eyes with unknown emotions swirling beneath their emerald depths. Akihiko's own amethyst eyes widened as Misaki leaned up to kiss him softly on the lips. The feelings Akihiko had at the party flared up again; raging within him as Misaki slightly deepened the kiss.
Akihiko pushed Misaki away and held the boy at arm's length. Hurt flashed across the teen's face and Akihiko felt his heart clench. "Misaki, no, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."
Misaki pouted cutely. "I'm not drunk," he said stubbornly. "Well… maybe just a little, but I'm sober enough to know what I'm doing."
"I'm sorry, Misaki." Akihiko said.
"Am I not pretty enough?" Misaki asked, tears filling his green eyes as he stared down at his hands.
"What nonsense are you spewing? Of course you're pretty." Akihiko said. He leaned down to Misaki's ear, adding, "And pretty damn sexy, too." Misaki gasped, his blush darkening. "If you weren't my best friend's little brother and drunk off you're ass, I'd be fucking you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow." A sharp intake of breath was heard from the boy and Akihiko smirked. Getting up, he took one last look at the flustered boy before leaving the room.
A while later, while he was working on his manuscript downstairs on his laptop, Akihiko stopped as he heard something from upstairs. Thinking the worst, he put his laptop down and hastily made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. What he saw next caused his breath to get caught in his throat. Misaki sitting in his bed, legs spread wide, stroking himself, and breathing raggedly; a deep blush covering his cheeks. It was practically an open invitation to take the boy right there and then.
Having caught sight of Akihiko, Misaki began sputtering and tried covering himself up as his whole body seemed to turn red. Akihiko's eyes darkened, drinking in the sight of the boy's exposed and flushed skin. This boy was trying his self-control and this was the last straw. Closing the door, Akihiko walked up to Misaki whom had pulled the covers up to his chest in an attempt to cover his body. Akihiko destroyed that attempt by taking the covers away from the boy and throwing them onto the floor. He couldn't wait to pound into that tight quivering asshole until Misaki was screaming his name.
Akihiko growled crawling over the now-frightened boy. "You've made a grave mistake. There's no going back now." His cold voice sent delicious shivers down Misaki's spine and the boy gulped. Akihiko pressed his lips against Misaki's, kissing him roughly and forcing his tongue into the boy's sweet mouth. He swallowed Misaki's moans as he continued plundering the brunette's mouth; tasting every crevice and playing with Misaki's tongue quickly earning dominance over it.
He pulled away; looking down at Misaki's swollen lips he smiled, leaning down to nip at his neck whilst his hands roamed the rest of Misaki's delectable body. Misaki arched his back as Akihiko moved down his chest and bit down on one of his hardened nipples and then began playing with the other. Finally Misaki's torture was ended and Akihiko propped himself up on his arms to look down at the boy whom was now covered with hickeys which told of who he belonged to.
Just as Misaki thought it was safe to relax, he tensed as two slick fingers thrust themselves inside of him. His legs trembled as the fingers began pumping in and out of him, and he had it in the right mind to close his legs to stop them, but Akihiko prevented him from doing so. "U-Usagi-san…" Misaki whimpered as said man stretched the two fingers apart. The boy didn't know if he could handle it anymore; the pain, the pleasure, the shame, it was all driving him mad.
Akihiko withdrew his fingers and spread Misaki's legs wide open. Misaki shuddered at the possessive look in Akihiko's eyes as the man positioned himself to enter him. He clenched his eyes shut; if he had thought Akihiko's fingers hurt than there was no telling how that… that… thing! Would feel inside of him. Feeling something on his cheek, he hesitantly opened his eyes to see Akihiko smiling softly down at him, caressing his cheek. It was then that Akihiko started slowly pushing inside of him.
God, it felt as if he were being torn apart! And the man wasn't even halfway inside of him yet. Misaki once again clenched his eyes shut to prevent the tears that had gathered from falling. He clutched at the sheets beneath him in vain; nothing could get his mind off of the burning pain. Finally, Akihiko was buried all the way to the hilt and he waited patiently for Misaki to adjust to the new intrusion.
Misaki took in a deep shaky breath before grinding into Akihiko, telling the man it was okay to move. Akihiko pulled out until only the head was in, before thrusting back in. He continued on like that for a while; slowly at first and then faster. The pain Misaki had felt was now only a dull ache and now all he could feel was pleasure, and urged Akihiko to move faster and harder.
The brunette nearly lost it when Akihiko grabbed his cock and started stroking it. He mewled; the feeling within him causing his mind to become hazy. Heat coiled in the pit of his stomach and he knew he was close. As if sensing so, Akihiko began pumping Misaki's cock faster and thrusting into the tight warmth like there was no tomorrow.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki screamed as his orgasm hit him hard. After a few more thrusts, Akihiko came as well spilling himself deep within his lover. Pulling himself out, Akihiko reached over to the nightstand for some tissues to clean him and Misaki off. After the two were cleaned off, they crawled under the covers and Akihiko pulled Misaki to his chest. Soon Misaki fell asleep, exhausted.
Akihiko smirked, drawing nonsense patterns on Misaki's stomach. Drunk or not, Misaki was his now and no one would ever take him away. Pressing a kiss to Misaki's temple, Akihiko allowed himself to fall asleep.
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Okay, Akihiko is officially OOC, too sorta! I definitely hope that was worth it, anyways, please review! ^_^
