Dear Cobalt: Happy Birthday Fushimi chp.3—The Ideal Dream Part 1
Holy~! Time certainly flies when exams are done and one is busy feasting…on a side note, a friendly PSA: one is well advised not to be writing after a white wine and a shot of whiskey. That is all.
Again, thanks to everyone who reviewed, faved, followed, visited, and viewed this fic! I know I said that this would be a two-shot, but it seems I got a bit sidetracked and more details for the plot showed up…I originally intended for the hooded stranger to be a small role that would only act as an agent to move the story along…that's why his/her features are vague. As to what inspired this character…actually, s/he is vague because s/he is supposed to represent ANY fangirl or fanboy of K.
WARNING: Angsty Fushimi, semi-rape, hardcore smut, OOC Misaki, drug use (of a LEGAL, but restricted kind).
"angst…" = speech
'angst…' = thoughts (note SINGLE quote and italics)
Angst…= flash back/change in scenery
~On with Fushimi's fun, story date is still Nov.7~
"….ask his body, you say? That's an interesting way to put it…what makes you think I have any intention of doing that?" Fushimi challenged again. This weird stranger had so many things that were questionably illegal, but it certainly would help him achieve his goals. He had to give at least this much credit to the stranger, and Fushimi honestly couldn't care more about legitimacy when there was a goal to be reached. It's not so much that he'd break the law for the heck of it, sometimes the law just got in his way. "Heeheeheehee….that's right…ask his body. You know how to do that, don't you? You've done it once before, haven't you?" the stranger asked creepily. "…Tsk. How are you sure about that?" Fushimi asked, still with his poker face. 'Who is this person? How does s/he know about that time? I made sure we were in a private place! Nowhere else could have been more private or secure, except maybe the dungeons in Scepter 4…'
"Boy of blue, it matters not how I know…the only thing right now is, do you wish your dream came true? If you do, put that to the test. If your resolve only lasts to your fantasy, drop that this instant and go back to your room. You cannot handle the truth." The hooded stranger said sharply, an absolute change from the eccentric joker from before as he pointed to the pink vial still clutched in Fushimi's hand. "Hmph. Is that a challenge? I can't handle the truth? I'm the one who finds the truth for Scepter 4, I make the truth happen if I want to, I AM the truth." Fushimi retorted coolly, arms crossed. "Well then, be my guest. Try the truth of this one, and judge for yourself." the hooded stranger motioned to the vial. "Heh. We'll see about this 'truth' of yours, then." With that said, the sapphire-headed teen turned and walked away.
'Wait. How do I know this is actually something that will force the truth out of the one who took it? It'd better not be some dirty trick or illegal drugs…I can't have my Misaki become a drug addict, it's bad enough that he identifies himself with that gang of thugs…' Fushimi stopped after a few steps and turned around, only to be met with an empty alley. 'How did that-!? Ugh, never mind. I suppose I will save a sample of this for analysis…but it is my birthday today, I don't feel like working…maybe I will try this out on Misaki~' With his mind set, the blue-haired boy tucked the vial carefully into his jacket, and began to stalk the town in search of a certain red-headed midget. After an hour of wandering, there was still no trace of said redhead, and Fushimi was beginning to lose hope. 'Perhaps I shall try this with him another day…it is not like it makes a difference whether it is my birthday or not…' he thought as he continued to stroll aimlessly around town.
"Oi! Bastard! Get out of my way!" An angry cry came from behind him. Fushimi was only too happy to hear that, and twirled around just in time to see the redhead come hurtling towards him. With a quick, clean sweep, the sapphire-headed boy wrapped a slender arm around Misaki's waist as he came sailing by, lifting the boy clean off his skateboard and into his arms. The skateboard rolled on by, and crashed to a halt against a trashcan. All time seemed to stop for him as Fushimi stared down at his lovely Misaki, held like a princess by him. "You should really watch where you're going, princess. There won't always be a prince to save you, you know~" He couldn't help but breath into Misaki's ear, upon which the redheaded boy flushed bright red and squawked indignantly, "Shitty monkey! P-put me down this instant! I'm not some damn princess, and YOU certainly aren't my prince! I don't need YOU to save my ass, I can get by just fine! You hear!? I DON'T NEED YOU!"
"Mi~Sa~Ki~….did anyone ever tell you you shouldn't be so selfish? Ah…you don't need me? That's fine, but I need you…to try this. Also, I'm not saving your ass for your sake. You need to know that your ass is mine, so I'll be collecting what's mine now." Fushimi couldn't help but feel a manic grin stretch itself as he carried Misaki into one-way alley off from a little street that was rarely frequented by pedestrians. He dropped the redhead lightly on the ground, and kneeled in front of him, trapping him with one leg between his, and an arm to one side of his head. "S-saru! W-wha-" before he could finish stuttering, he felt something get forced into his mouth. A rush of sweetness met his tongue, and before he knew it, said rush of sweetness washed down his throat quite easily, leaving behind a sensation of smoothness in his mouth. Suddenly, the sweet liquid was removed, and he could see that what was forced into his mouth had been a slightly pink crystal vial, out of which Saruhiko was drinking a clear liquid from. "S-saru…what did you…feed….to….me…" he felt himself get all heavy-limbed, and slumped forwards as his eyes closed.
He caught Misaki quickly as he finished most of the contents of the vial, leaving a little bit at the bottom for analysis later. Tucking the vial away, he smiled contently and carried Misaki in his arms, back to his apartment. For some reason, the liquid had made him feel all fuzzy, and he felt like using the gentlest of tones and touches to treat his beloved. 'Hmm….everything will be as my dream, will it? I shall see…' He thought once he reached his apartment as he laid Misaki down on his bed. "Ne~ Misaki~ when you wake up, everything will be as a dream…HOMRA and Scepter4 would not exist…you are my wife and I am your husband, we'll live happily together…" Fushimi spoke softly and hopefully into the slumbering brunette's ear. He really hoped that strain meant what he said, and tried his hardest to induce the details of his dream into his beloved's unconscious mind.
It was a good fifteen minutes of "reassuring" until Misaki woke up again. "Mi~sa~ki~~ I hope you're feeling up for a little…fun." Fushimi started with a smug tone, just in case whatever was given to him didn't actually work and his Misaki was livid with rage or something like that. "….Huh? W-well, that depends…" the fiery-headed boy fidgeted as he turned away, his cheeks flaming red again. "Hmm~? What do you mean by that, Mi~Sa~Ki~?" Fushimi teased, hoping to get a clearer idea of whether Misaki was influenced by the drug or not. "W-well, did you do the groceries yet, Saru? I was nice enough to play with you a bit before you went out, you know." he turned back to the blue haired boy, his cheeks still red and his lips set in an adorable pout and his arms crossed. Fushimi almost died of happiness, but recovered quickly enough to reply, "Of course it is, sweetheart~ but I'm not in the mood for dinner. I'd really like to skip right to dessert~" he cooed into Misaki's ear, earning another furious blush. Of course it was a lie, his fridge was almost never stocked after his split with Misaki. Not that Misaki right now would know, because he'll be keeping him busy and away from checking said fridge, and when he was done with him, Misaki would be too tired to check anything. Except maybe his clothes and seeing if any cum was on it.
Why was his fridge never stocked? After the break off with Misaki, he really only ate to keep himself alive, enough to plan another encounter with his flaming love. It was sad, really. He was starved, starved for any scrap of attention his beloved Misaki would spare on him…and his physical state reflected his emotional starvation. Tonight, however, he would feast. He would indulge himself on Misaki's attention until he was satisfied, until they were both fulfilled. It was a rare gift indeed, and he planned to make good use of it. "W-wait! W-we can't do that! We have to eat properly! So dinner first! A-Anything else, later!" Misaki declared, and was about to march off to the kitchen. However, he was stopped by Saruhiko, who jerked him back by his arm, resulting in the redhead landing in the blue haired boy's lap. Immediately, his face heated up yet again. He could feel something wedged precariously in the crease between his butt cheeks, something rather long and rather hard. "S-saru! I-I…i-is that….!?" The boy almost shrieked upon feeling this something wedge into his crease.
"Hmm~? Is that how badly I want dessert? Yes honey, it is~" Saruhiko purred dirtily into Misaki's ear, enjoying how heated up and flustered the other one was. "H-How do you-Ah!"The redhead squeaked as the taller boy underneath him rubbed slightly against his bottom, causing him to tense and sit up straighter. "Hah? It sounds to me like you'd like dessert too, Mi~Sa~Ki~~" Saruhiko teased as he licked the shell of his ear, and his hands roamed all over the shorter boy's lithe, sensitive body. "Ha-hngggh…." Misaki moaned as Saruhiko's slender fingers tweaked an erect nipple. Before he knew what was happening, Saruhiko had relieved Misaki of his clothes, and the shorter boy lay naked and exposed on the bed, body flushed and ready to receive the taller boy's love and affection. "My sweet, lovely wife, I hope you know what to do~" he teased in a singsong manner as he placed three fingers on Misaki's lips. "Mmh…."Obediently, he took the three fingers into his mouth and began to suck them, wrapping his tongue around the digits and gently caressing them. His amber eyes closed in pleasure as his tongue lapped around Saruhiko's fingers, and his soft thighs unconsciously spread apart on their own, inviting the taller boy's deeper affections.
"Oh? Misakii~~ are you feeling more in the mood for dessert now~?" Saruhiko asked in a teasing manner, taking his coated fingers out of his beloved's lips. "Ahh….mmh…." was all the flustered and incoherent Misaki could manage, his nipples and penis erect with arousal. Wordlessly, the lithe boy got on all fours and arced his spine upwards, his torso close to the sheets and his bottom up, legs spread apart. "S-saru…." His voice loaded with want, he sent one pleading look to the taller boy, hoping he understood what was wanted. Saruhiko had not expected such eagerness from his Misaki, but nonetheless he was pleasantly surprised. "What is it, Misaki…? What do you want…?" He teased gently into the redhead's ear as one hand began to pump the erect penis while his other hand with coated fingers proceeded to slip into the redhead's opening. "Mmph…..ahhh….uuu…unn….." Misaki moaned as he was further teased into arousal by Saruhiko's ministrations. In and out, in and out, his fingers slid in scissoring motions, stretching Misaki's insides with every familiar schlick. "Well, Misaki? What do you say? Do you want dessert now?" the cobalt haired male asked his dear. "Ahh….mmm….y-yes….Saru…." Misaki replied, face flushed and his eyes pleading, saliva leaking from the corner of his lips in arousal. "Yes what, Misaki? What do you want?" the blue headed teen continued to tease his love, despite the fact that he was just as aroused and rock-hard.
"Mmm…ah, I-I want Saru…t-to….to…." Misaki breathed heavily, tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes from the pleasure that Saruhiko's ministrations were giving him. "Yes? What? Say it, Misaki…if you don't say it, I won't give it to you~" he breathed into Misaki's ear in mock warning, as he moved his fingers faster, stretching him wider. "Ahn…..ahh….hah….Saru~p-please….fuck me~ I want your dick in me…" unable to handle the stimulation, the redhead threw away his pride and begged shamelessly. "Alright, my sweet Misaki. Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want. So, be thankful~" Saruhiko cooed somewhat sadistically as he suddenly stopped his ministrations. "Uh…?" Misaki turned and looked back, as he watched Saruhiko strip himself in a teasing manner. "Give me some time, sweetheart." He spoke gently, his slight breath making Misaki tremble slightly as he lay there. As he freed his painful erection from his pants, he heard an audible gasp, and he turned around to tease his lovely wife some more. He couldn't help it, his Misaki was just so cute! "Like what you see, sweetheart?"
"Uh…ah…! I...t-that's not going to fit in me!" Misaki blurted out, flustered. "Of course it will, don't worry about it…I'll make sure you get it so you don't suffer anymore, ok? Just give me a bit…otherwise it will hurt for you." He reassured the blushing redhead gently as he applied a liberal amount of lubricant to his prominent erection. As soon as he felt himself prepared, he clambered over his darling's shivering body. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, sweetheart. Are you ready?" He gently asked, although he was not going to take no for an answer anyway. "U-unh…" Misaki nodded, his face still flush and red. He jumped a little as he felt Saruhiko's tip press against his wet entrance, but was calmed again when he felt the other's warm hands on his waist, holding him in place. Without so much as a warning, Saruhiko thrusted forward, sheathing his full length inside his precious Misaki. "Aaaaahhhhh~~!" Misaki involuntarily screamed out, the tears springing from his eyes. In that one swift moment, his insides were stretched far beyond what he was prepared for. His insides clenched tightly onto Saruhiko's hard cock as it tried to adjust to the sudden invasion.
'Ahh….so good and tight, just like the first time I took him….' Saruhiko threw his head back in ecstasy, feeling the tight clamp of Misaki's ass around his dick. "Nnngh….Misaki….you're so tight…you feel so good…" the cobalt haired teen groaned as his hands held onto the shorter one's soft, pale ass. "Mmh….you're so hard, Saru…ahh…y-you're stretching my insides…" Misaki moaned in pleasure. "…Saru…y-you can….you can move now." He added rather shyly, embarrassment clear in his tone. "Are you sure, Misaki?" The taller teen asked with concern. He didn't want his lovely Misaki forcing himself too quickly. "Y-yeah, j-just move. Please." Misaki begged again, eager for some friction. "As you wish, my love." Saruhiko stated gently as he kissed his cheek before starting a really slow, gentle pace. "Mmm…Saru~ go faster…I-I can take more…!" Misaki demanded after a while of the gentle pace, as more pleasure and heat built up in his loins. Wordlessly, Saruhiko picked up his pace, and began thrusting deeper and faster, further encouraged by the redhead's gasps as his pleasure spot is hit. "Unh! Saru! I—I'm…" "Yes, I know, Misaki." With that, the sapphire headed teen began to thrust even faster than before, making sure that every thrust was angled right and hit deep inside the shorter russet head. Before long, the familiar tightening sensation could be felt, and both of them cried out in pleasure as they came, Misaki on the sheets, and Saruhiko moaning in satisfaction as he filled his Misaki with his cum. "Mmmh….Saru, that was good…" the russet headed teen said cutely, enjoying the silky warmth of his husband's cum inside him. "Are you kidding me? That wasn't good, Misaki…that was heavenly. Don't think this is over yet, my lovely. I still have more good times to show you~" Saruhiko smirked as Misaki blushed shyly, suddenly regretting the compliment.
After a while of lying together, Saruhiko reluctantly moved off of his lovely, ruby-haired wife, earning a surprising whine from said wife. "What's this? Does my lovely Misaki want more?" the blue haired teen teased, with a slightly predatory glint. That first round had only been the beginning to his indulgence, after all. The crimson headed teen sat up slowly, careful not to let any cum spill out. "And if I do~?" Misaki asked mischievously, eyes glinting with excitement as he crawled towards his blue-headed husband. "Oh~ daring, aren't we?" Saruhiko teased, his second erection already prominent. "Mmh. Saru, fill me to the brim this time…I….I wantsomuchthatIdspillifIstoo dup…." The redhead's face flamed up again as he rushed what he wanted to say, his golden eyes burning with emotion. "Hmm? I didn't quite catch that, sweetheart. What did you want me to do?" Saruhiko teased yet again, extremely turned on by what the other boy just admitted. "N-nevermind, j-just forget it…." Misaki brushed off again, turning his face away in embarrassment. Slipping deft fingers underneath the boy's chin, he forced Misaki to look at him again. "Nonsense. Everything that my wife says is important. Now tell me exactly what you want, I promised I'd make you happy, didn't I?" Saruhiko said calmly, no trace of mockery about him. "I-I….I want you to…to fill me up…with your…umm…white stuff….e-enough that…that if I stood up, I'd spill it…I..I want you to fill me to the brim…!" having said that, Misaki immediately hid his face in one of the pillows, unable to believe he had actually said something so slutty and shameless.
Saruhiko couldn't believe his ears, this turned out to be better than his dream! Who knew his Misaki can be so wanton and feisty? "Oh Misaki, what am I going to do with you…you'll be the death of me…"he couldn't help but feel a bit prideful that his Misaki wanted his cum that much. "I-it's fine, you don't have to do that, I'll-" before he could even finish his rambling, Saruhiko had sealed his lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other and battled fiercely for dominance, all the while Fushimi fiddled around and lifted Misaki's slender waist. He positioned the boy over his erection, and just as suddenly as before, he pulled Misaki down onto him, sheathing himself with Misaki in one fluid motion again. At the same time, he deepened his kiss, deep throating the innocent redhead. "Mmph…!" Misaki moaned in surprise. 'Ahh….he's so deep….so deep inside of me…it feels so good….' The ginger thought as he savoured the feel of his sapphire-headed lover penetrating him and filling him up once again. This time, the shy ginger took the initiative, and actively lifted his hips and lowered them on his beloved's large cock. "Ah~….so good….mmm…." Misaki unconsciously let slip under his breath. "Isn't it?" Saruhiko breathed into his ear, before kissing it lightly. The shorter male nodded mutely, with which the taller of them started again, "Let me make it even better for you." That said, he angled his hips and thrust upwards, hitting Misaki's sweet spot with force. "AHH!" the redhead shrieked in surprise, his nipples became instantly pert again from the now unrelenting stimulation. Saruhiko continued to plough roughly into his Misaki after these signs of encouragement.
Very quickly, the cobalt haired teen was able to bring his lover to the edge again, and Misaki yet again squirted his milky essence all over their stomachs as Saruhiko filled his wife with his cum again. He loved how his Misaki's ass squeezed him tighter, pulling him in further as he filled his insides. Another short series of thrusts, and he came again, filling him up like he asked. For a moment, they just sat there, Misaki on top of Saruhiko, both simply enjoying the closeness as they basked in the afterglow of sex. Slowly but reluctantly, Misaki moved off his husband cautiously, looking down from time to time. He felt rather full, and sure enough, he was filled to the brim with cum. He moved off slowly, careful not to spill any of it. "Ahh…I wish I was a girl…" Misaki said a bit offhandedly under his breath. "Why would you wish that?" Saruhiko asked with a slight edge of annoyance. It wasn't that he hated females or anything, but they just seemed more demanding and annoying to him. Of course, if it's his Misaki, he'll make an exception. "Well, I'd be able to have your babies then." Misaki stated matter-of-factly, his hand subconsciously rubbing his somewhat bloated abdomen. Just when Saruhiko thought this couldn't get better, it did. Misaki was such an innocent angel! "Mi~sa~kiiii~" He snuggled the boy close again, nuzzling his face as the redhead protested.
~no more yaoi smut for now~
Ehh….it's my first time writing smut, and I'm sorry if it disappointed you guys. I just…I don't know what happened…is it too weird and graphic? I turned Yata-chan into Saru's shameless man-whore! I'm sorry Yata and fans! *shot* I really hope they end up together in the anime though…