AN: Sorry it's taken so long to post this, school started, and also… I type over 100 words per minute, but I don't use the home row (and I only use one finger on my left hand) so I've been going MUCH slower because am trying to practice typing correctly… is very frustrating!
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Junjou Romantica, but hey, I'm working on it.
Warnings: Yaoi (obviously) … AND SPOILERS! (Up to vol 10)
Summary: Misaki confronts Usami about his relationship with Hiroki, after receiving some advice from Sumi-sempai, but later the two receive a message indicating Hiroki has been taken to the hospital…
Final Note: By the way, as per a request submitted by a reviewer, I have (once again) edited all previous chapters (as well as this one) to where the day of week is also indicated, followed by the timeline number, therefore, if you go through and search for the timeline numbers, you could, technically, read it in order if you so desired… but for the most part, I think it makes it easier on the readers. Thank you for the suggestion, Rasberry Jo. This chapter is actually the most up-to-date so far, takes place after the events that had transpired over the previous chapters.
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Chapter 7: Romantica: Phone Call
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-Monday 6C-
An entire weekend had passed since Misaki's confrontation with Usami, who actually seemed, as of late, a tad depressed… perhaps about reopening old wounds… or perhaps it was just another deadline… either way, his lover had spent the past few days locked up in his own room.
Misaki couldn't help but let his instructor's unguarded words run through his mind over and over… not only that, but the events that led up to the confrontation continued playing over and over in his mind like a Panorama… eavesdropping, rushing down to confront the two, the look of pain on his instructor's face…
He shook his head as he gathered his things together. He'd just finished with the last of his classes and was getting ready to grab a bite to eat.
He was feeling all levels of frustration it seemed; mental, emotional… sexual…
He grunted as he struggled to rid his mind of that thought; but it was true. Usami had held him that Friday evening, and the two had sat in quiet silence while it stormed outside, listening and watching the lightning flash. They spoke, occasionally, but for the most part, Misaki had tried not to bring anything up, especially regarding what his literature professor had said… he feared that if he were to say something, it would probably be something insecure… and he didn't need to hear Usami affirm his feelings over and over- he knew he loved him!
… Right?
Letting out the billionth heavy sigh of the day, Misaki trudged down the steps toward the classroom's exit. To make matters worse, Kamijou hadn't shown up for lit class. That weird 'cigarette-smoking bastard' as Kamijou had referred to him as, had taken over, and even cut the lecture quite short.
He seemed to be in a hurry, and Misaki considered asking him what was going on with the lit department- (maybe they were finally realizing that Literature was boring and evil and horrible and decided to drop the funding or something-?! Nah, probably not…)- but by the time he'd made it down the long stairs, (why did he sit in the back, anyway?! Oh yeah, it made it harder for Kamijou to hit his target; which was usually the student who sat next to him; good ol' Sumi-sempai…), Miyagi had already hurried off.
"Mi-sa-ki-!"
"Speak of the devil and he will appear." Misaki mumbled as Sumi wrapped his arms around him from behind.
"Eh?"
"I was just thinking about you."
"Then it should be: 'think of the devil and he will appear,' ah- I used to think that when I was a very small kid… of course, when I tried hard not to think of the devil, I'd find myself thinking harder about him- can you imagine how scary life would be if you continued on like that?"
"…What're you talking about, Sumi-sempai?"
"I dunno, I just woke up…" Sumi scratched the back of his head and wrapped his arm around Misaki, walking with him, merrily, down the hall. "So, you should buy me something to eat."
"What the hell for?" Misaki huffed.
"For failing to deliver the goods you promised, of course."
"…Didn't I already repay you by accompanying you to the literature office or whatever?" Misaki fumed.
"Ah-! That's right!" Sumi hit his hand against his head, excitedly. "How was riding in a car with that devil professor?!"
"Ah…" Misaki averted his gaze, quickly. "…Um… I have a question to ask you."
"Eh?" Sumi blinked at Misaki's tactless attempt to change the subject. He wondered, momentarily, why the sudden change, but brushed it off, mentally, as his friend's being preoccupied. "Okay, what is it?"
"Well-"
"Ah- but in exchange for my highly-valued friendly advice, you should buy me something to eat."
"Didn't you like the brown rice?"
"As I expected, it was horrible."
"…Mmm…" Misaki laughed, softly. "What did you make?"
"Brown rice balls."
". . . That's probably why it was horrible… anyway, what do you want? A lunch, or B lunch?"
"Both."
"…Ugh…" Misaki dug around in his pocket, counting his yen. "…Mm… fine, but you better give me extremely introspective and well-thought out friendly advice!"
"Okay."
The two made their way to the cafeteria, where Misaki proceeded to purchase A and B lunch for Sumi and A lunch for himself. They sat among the other students, and after settling in and digging into their food, Misaki decided to try asking his question.
"Um… Sempai…"
"Yeah?" Sumi continued munching.
"Err… th-the other day…"
"…Yeeeeaaah?" Sumi smirked.
'I'd better not make it about Usagi-san and me, or he might take it the wrong way…' Misaki thought. 'Hmm… I know!'
"I know you hate writers, but I have to ask you about this book I read the other day."
"Kay, what is it?" Sumi asked as his cell phone indicated he had a text. He checked it, annoyed, while listening to Misaki. "Th-there are three characters, okay? It's sort of a love triangle… sort of…"
"Uh-huh?" Sumi replied to the text, curiously.
"W-well… character A and character B are in love, okay?"
"Okay."
"And then, character C, who actually knows both characters… was at one time, in love with character B…"
"Yeah?"
"So character A finds out, and… actually- there are four characters!"
"…Huh?" Sumi looked away from his phone, confused. "Four now?"
"Yes! It's a love…"
"…Square?"
"Rectangle… I guess?"
"…Okay… why not a square?"
"Because a rectangle is longer than a square."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"…It just seems more appropriate."
"Okay, hold on, hold on." Sumi sighed, pulling out a piece of notebook paper and drawing a rectangle, marking each corner with a letter; A, B, C, and D.
"Okay, character A is the main character." Misaki explained, pointing. "He's also the cutest character."
"Okay…" Sumi drew little waves around the letter 'A.'
"…What's that?"
"His radiance."
"…Okay… then character B is the person character A is in love with. Character B is kind of weird, but that's okay, because character B is extremely-"
"Wait, which characters are boys and which ones are girls? That might make things easier."
"…They're all men."
"…Ooooh…"
"SHUT UP! I had to read it- err… for a class!"
"…We share the same lit class and I've read no such thing."
"…For a science class!"
"…So character B is obviously Usagi-sensei."
"UAH-!! NO! It's not! It's from a book!"
"Can I borrow it?"
"I returned it!"
"So it's in the library?"
"No, I bought it from an online store and returned it!"
"…"
"…"
"…What was it called?"
"…I don't remember…"
"…Okay, so I'll just go ahead and put a 'Mi' next to the main character, an 'U' next to character B, and so character C used to be in love with character B, right?"
"Yeah, you can mark him with a 'Ka,' and character D with a 'Ta.'"
"…Okay… so explain their personalities or their relationships."
"Characters A and B are in love."
"Okay…" Sumi drew a line half way from A to B, then drew a heart, then finished the line.
"Ooooh! That's good!" Misaki praised, and Sumi wondered for a moment if his friendship with Misaki was really worth it… "Okay, characters A and C are… acquaintances."
"…Okay…" For the hell of it, Sumi drew a squiggly line from A to C, around B.
"And characters A and D are brothers!"
"Okay." Sumi drew a squiggly line half way between A and D, then a smaller heart, then a squiggly line the rest of the way. "And characters C and D?"
"Not important." Misaki huffed. "Okay, so character B used to be in love with character D, but claims he isn't anymore."
"Okay…" Sumi lightly sketched the same love-line with a lightly shaded heart.
"Character C used to be in love with character B!"
"Right, right…" Sumi drew the same kind of lighter-shaded line.
"Now, character C has a boyfriend now."
The tip of the pencil broke and Sumi grit his teeth, eye twitching. "So there's a character E, now?"
"Ah- no… it's not important… the thing is, at one time, character B loved character D while character C loved character B."
"Then THAT'S the love triangle- except no one loved character C- he must be an asshole."
"…Aheheheheh… well, sometimes it seems that way…" Misaki laughed, softly. Character C actually had a habit of throwing chalk board erasers at Sumi, so one might interpret his behavior as that of an 'asshole' so to say…
"Anyway," Misaki continued, "back then, because character B's love was unrequited, since character D likes girls, anyway, even though they were best friends, character C decided to… take advantage, I guess-"
"Told you he was an asshole."
"Shut up a minute! So character C, because he loved character B so much, tried to get character B to pretend character C was character D by making him wear a blindfold- err, he tried to seduce him."
"What a jerk."
"It's sad!"
"What's sad about it?"
"…H-his love wasn't returned…"
"…That's stupid, I don't want to ever read this novel."
"…Look, what I'm trying to say is, character A found out about character C and B having that one-time fling… both of them regretted it, but the reason character B had it in the first place was because he loved character D… so he accepted character C, if only for one moment, as a replacement… character A and D are brothers… what do you think the chances are that character A is also just a replacement, that's even closer to the original?"
"…Didn't you already have this problem with Usagi-sensei? You already realized he loved you, and not your brother, right? It's just like that."
"…Eh?"
"…Actually, this novel sounds pretty interesting… are you sure you don't remember the title?"
"…I don't." Misaki huffed. "…But if you like it, you'd probably like such titles as Junai Egoist and Junai Romantica…"
"…" Sumi huffed, going back to eating and checking his text messages. "How about that…"
"What is it?" Misaki also went back to eating.
"Well, you know how Kamijou-sensei was missing from lit class?"
"You WERE awake?!"
"I only slept because I knew he wasn't there." Sumi huffed.
"You fell asleep BEFORE class started."
"Why didn't you sit next to me?"
"I also sat before class started, I didn't know he wouldn't be there- you should quit your job if you're that tired."
"Anyway… what was I going to say…? Ah well, here." Sumi handed him a book. "I hate my father's works, but you know, if you liked that made-up novel you were talking about, you might like this one… there're hetero couples in it, of course, so you might not like it as much, but it's trite like the situation you mentioned."
"WHAT'S TRITE ABOUT IT?!" Misaki fumed.
"Thanks for lunch… let me know if you ever need any more of my thoughtful and meditative friendly advice!"
"Yeah, thanks…" Misaki looked at the book in his hands, annoyed. He headed home, reading the novel on his way. He also allowed his mind to wander a little, letting his senior's words sink in.
When he got home, he closed the book, not that he wanted to, it was extremely interesting, so far! He hid it away in his pack, so as not to offend his lover, before opening the door.
When he entered, the first thing he noticed was that Aikawa was sitting on the couch, across from Usami. He didn't recall Usami mentioning that he had a meeting today, but that would explain why he hadn't been at the college to pick him up…
Not to mention, he was almost certain that Usami was avoiding him after last Friday…
"Sensei," Aikawa was saying as she read over a manuscript in her hands, "after reading your first draft of the manuscript, I have to admit, I'm quite sure this was… as they state commonly on the internet, a perfect example of a failure of epic proportions…"
"Epic fail?" Misaki corrected, confused as he hung up his jacket.
"I thought it was quite good." Usami huffed. "Are you sure you aren't biased due to your love for homosexual male relationships?"
"No, I'm not biased, every girl gets kicks out of your typical hetero romance, too… and I was actually looking quite forward to this work, since you promised the lead would be a strong female character, however… I'm almost positive you simply wrote one of your typical BL books and just replaced the he's and his' with she's and hers'."
"… Why would you assume such a-"
Aikawa turned to a random page, clearing her throat before reading it aloud: "...She stuck her dick in his ass, and proceeded to-"
Misaki's jaw dropped, along with his things, crashing to the floor. "USAGI-SAN!!"
"Now, contrary to popular believe, a woman does not need a penis to be a strong female character." Aikawa sighed, folding her arms.
"You were the one who demanded it when it wasn't completed yet." Usami argued, lighting up a cigarette.
"…Usami-sensei… I want you to start over again from scratch. This time, don't have a MALE in mind when you are writing the part of the main character. Think of a strong female you know… it could be anyone… think of one right now, don't you have any strong females you know that you could base the character off of?" Aikawa asked, coyly.
"….Mmm…" Usami tapped his cigarette to his ash tray, staring off into space, a thoughtful, distant expression on his face. "…Oh forget the strong female part; I'll just base the character off of you."
Aikawa fumed and Misaki laughed nervously as Usami snickered.
"EITHER WAY!" She snapped, slamming the manuscript down on the table and gathering her things. "…HAVE IT READY IN TWO DAYS!"
"Yes, yes…" Usami sighed, standing with her and walking her to the door. "I'll make sure I get it done, no matter what."
"See that you do, oh, Misaki… please do your best to make sure Usami-sensei completes this project, it's already overdue!"
"I'll… do my best…" Misaki mumbled, half-heartedly… He wondered if Usami's epic failure was due, in any part, to the incident that had occurred on Friday…
Usami shoved the door closed after Aikawa and scratched his head, sighing. "Sorry, Misaki… I should have ended the meeting early and swung by to pick you up… she was screaming her head off for an hour straight…"
"No… it's okay… I figured you wouldn't, anyway, since you're avoiding me." Misaki
admitted, timidly, crossing one foot behind the other and bowing his head, eyes locked on the floor.
"…I'm not avoiding you." Usami turned to him, confused.
Misaki slowly looked up at his lover without raising his head, making eye contact. "…You're not?"
"No…" Usami smiled, ruffling Misaki's hair, before pulling him toward the couch. "I just missed my deadline."
"…But didn't you just complete one?" Misaki blinked as he was pulled down into his lover's embrace.
He struggled to remove the strap of his bag while his lover struggled to keep a firm and loving hold on him.
"I finished everything and my computer crashed." The novelist replied.
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE A BACK-UP?!" Misaki gawked.
"I did… someone stepped on it." Usami rubbed his cheek against Misaki's head. "So I just took a copy of one of my BL novels and replaced my character's he's with she's and so on and so forth… and changed the plot a little bit…"
"What a pathetic attempt at… wait!" Misaki's face paled. "Y-y-you mean I stepped on it?!"
Usami pulled back, laughing. "No, I had it in a safety deposit box, and when I went to get it, I accidentally dropped it, and someone stepped on it."
"…Oh… sorry to look relieved, but I'm glad it wasn't my fault… sorry about that, I've had something like that happen with one of Kamijou-sensei's pa- pers… be… fore…" He trailed off, blushing, furiously at having brought up the taboo subject.
"Mmm… oh… I was busying myself right after that incident, wasn't I?" Usami noted. "…Misaki… did you still need to discuss what was mentioned that day?"
"…N-no…" Misaki quickly averted his gaze, setting his pack on the couch next to them.
"…" Usami sighed, lighting up a cigarette. "…Misaki… it's obviously been bothering you, so let me reiterate this fact: I love you. I love only you. I will never love anyone as much as I love you, now. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you now. However, I'm sure with time, my love for you will also grow…"
"That's so typical of a love novelist to say." Misaki frowned, and Usami blinked, a tad hurt by the statement. "…No… I'm sorry… Usagi-san… but the truth is… it's just hard for me… to accept that you loved Niichan for over ten years… with all your heart… I mean… you keep saying I'm not a replacement, I'm not a replacement… and you love me in a different way than you loved him, right?"
"…Because you're two different people. When I knew Takahiro, when we were close friends, that is… I didn't even really know you, Misaki… if I did…" He smirked, cupping Misaki's cheeks in his hands and making the student blush, "…I probably would have fallen in love with you, then, too, and maybe my life would have been slightly less miserable… maybe… I wouldn't have made the mistakes I made six years ago with Hiroki…" He frowned, looking so sad it was painful for Misaki to see.
"…So you really regretted it, right?"
"…I regretted betraying my feelings for Takahiro at that time- for betraying Takahiro at that time… for thinking that having sex with Hiroki- or anyone- even Takahiro- would mean having his feelings returned… It's not like I loved Takahiro's body… I loved Takahiro's heart… not only did I shame myself by doing such a horrid thing, at that time… I besmirched Takahiro by fantasizing about him and acting on it with someone else… I also realize now that I had hurt Hiroki more deeply than I could have possibly fathomed at the time… and Hiroki is extremely special to me."
"How special?" Misaki looked up, quickly.
"…We were childhood friends… believe me… he doesn't compare to how much I love you… even saying that now so as to reassure you, I feel bad for him, a little… maybe not so much now that he's fallen in love, but for the Hiroki at that time, whose life, I now realize, had revolved around me…"
Misaki frowned, before rising up onto his knees, which were spread apart on either side of Usami's hips. He turned, wrapping his arms around Usami's neck and rested his forehead against his lover's shoulder.
"…Misaki?"
"…I'm sorry… What you did was in the past… you think you sullied my brother by doing those things at that time… but right now, I'm hurting you and besmirching you by not having enough faith in you… by not believing you when you say you love me… Usagi-san… we really… really love each other, right? For real?"
"…" Usami wrapped his arms around Misaki, gently, but strongly. "…Yes. Misaki… I love you more than anything. More than anyone. I know you don't like me to throw that word around so easily… and believe me when I say this, but I don't."
"Usagi-san… I don't throw it around enough, do I?" Misaki's head lowered, bowing sadly.
"…You don't have to…" Usami cupped Misaki's face in his cold hands.
"…" Misaki closed his eyes, smiling lightly. Moments like these, where he was being held so tenderly by Usami… were very precious to him… and even if only for a moment, nothing else mattered; his pain, the pain of others, social status, money, lifestyle, economy, sexual orientation, nothing…
Because right now, he felt loved, truly loved, and he knew his feelings were not only reaching this person who held him so lovingly- but they were also being returned…
"…You can let your body speak for you." Usami finished his thought, and suddenly his ever-so-tender grip on Misaki became suffocating and forceful, and he realized their lovey-dovey little moment was over, and now it was back to Misaki's automatic reflex number 1—DENY REJECT RESIST! DENY REJECT RESIST! DENY REJECT RESIST!
"No! I have homework to do!" Misaki tried to pull free and Usami simply dragged him up the stairs, throwing him down onto the bed with a rather happy smile on his face. He snubbed out the cigarette he'd apparently been holding onto this whole time, and pinned Misaki's wrists to the bed.
"U-Usagi-san…" Misaki flushed. "I really have a lot of home… work…" He trailed off, eyes narrowing along with the gap between their mouths, closing when their lips connected, but they were interrupted by a rather obnoxious ring tone.
Usami pulled away, glowering at the phone that had interrupted them. Not only had it startled the two, the music was horrible.
Misaki pulled his phone out of his pocket and Usami snatched it, answering, then disconnecting.
"Usagi-san! That's horrible! It's one thing to do that to the regular phone, but that's my cell!"
"I want to make love to you." Was Usami's rationalization as he turned the phone to vibrate-mode.
Misaki glared, reaching for it when it started going off again, this time the horrid music was gone. "It might be important!" He argued.
Usami caught both of Misaki's wrists in one large hand, holding the phone in his other.
"They're certainly persistent, but this here says it's just that Sumi guy… your vibrate is powerful, Misaki."
All color drained from Misaki's face, save for red, as Usami pressed the phone to the crotch of his roommate's pants.
"I know I was angry at the thought of his pleasing you at first, but since you want the phone so bad, I'll give it to you."
"Aaah… Usagi-san…" Misaki blushed, trying to pull away, but his wrists were both trapped, leaving him at the mercy of his lover's playfulness and his new toy.
Usami licked Misaki's ear, rubbing the vibrating phone up and down against Misaki's crotch.
Misaki's toes curled into the sheets and he whimpered, spreading his legs a little.
"…Mmm… it's usually women who like vibrators, but if this is the case, maybe I should buy you some fun toys, Misaki…"
"T-toys?" Misaki asked, confused, still blushing and panting as Usami rolled the phone around in a circular motion. It stopped vibrating, and Usami tossed it to the other side of the bed; discarded due to its current uselessness.
"Aaah… Usagi-san…" Misaki sighed, softly.
"Mmm?" Usami blinked.
"…Usagi-san…" Misaki mumbled, timidly, slowly raising his hands to Usagi's shirt. "Ano…"
The cell started vibrating again and Misaki gasped, nervously when Usami smirked, grabbing it up and pressing it against Misaki's crotch yet again.
"Nnn… aah…" Misaki whimpered, quietly, and Usami took advantage, sliding his tongue in between Misaki's parted lips and grabbing a hold of Misaki by his neck and jaw, gently.
When their lips parted, all that was left of Misaki's protests was a soft, short breathy statement: "It might be important, if he keeps calling…"
"Let him keep calling, more fun for us." Usami whispered back, and captured Misaki's lips in his own, yet again. The vibrating stopped, so the phone once again lost its usefulness to Usami, who tossed it carelessly across the room and replaced it with his hand, rubbing the hardness at the crotch of Misaki's jeans in a circular pattern, forceful, yet gentle at the same time.
"…" Misaki shut his eyes as his lover ravished him. He tried to focus on the feeling of his lover's hands sneaking up his shirt and down his pants, but his mind kept drifting to the stress-filled events that had transpired over the past few days.
He swallowed, before reaching up, grabbing Usami's hand and stopping it from traveling any further down his pants.
He couldn't go on like this…
He had to stop letting his mind drift. They were making love; he needed to allow himself to be swept up in the euphoric feelings.
Without any further hesitation, he raised his hands up to Usami's face and pulled him down for another kiss.
Usami was caught off guard by the suddenly aggressive Misaki, but he wasn't about to complain. He merely deepened the kiss and ran his thick fingers through Misaki's shaggy hair, gripping gently to tug Misaki's head to one side, breaking their kiss but moving on to his neck, biting slowly and sucking gently, leaving his mark on his lover.
"No- not a hickey…" Misaki blushed. "It's Monday, I don't want to deal with weird looks all week!"
"Too late, you've been marked as my property now, Misaki."
"I'm not property…" Misaki muttered, annoyed as Usami kissed the hickey, gently. "Now I'm gonna have to wear a scarf all week…" Misaki huffed.
"You don't have a physical fitness class of any sort, do you?" Usami asked, venturing lower and leaving a trail of hickeys down Misaki's front. When he reached his navel, Misaki's fingers wove through his hair, gripping tightly to stop him.
"U-Usagi-san… all this isn't really necessary this time- ah… the truth is… the phone already got me… um… can you just…"
"Oh? What's that?" Usami glanced up with a smirk. "Tell me directly what it is you want, Misaki."
"Usagi-san… " Misaki sat up, slowly, caressing Usami's cheeks with his hands and guiding his lover's lips to his own, making a weak attempt at dominance as he slid his tongue into Usami's hot mouth.
Misaki pulled back before Usami could even try to dominate this kiss, and he kissed Usami's lips, gently, before whispering in a soft voice.
"…You know what I want, Usagi-san…"
Usami had been turned on by this boy countless times in the past, and each time, he felt he was more turned on than he'd ever been before…
This time was no exception.
He pushed Misaki back down onto the bed, undoing his jeans as he nipped at his lover's ear.
Misaki groaned, bucking his hips to help Usami rid him of his jeans, and he pulled Misaki's boxers down as he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the pink, rosy bud becoming erect from the attention. He placed his mouth over the other, and nudged Misaki's groin with his knee, delicately.
"Aaah… Usagi-san, I already told you… I just want you…" Misaki moaned, not bothering to hold back anymore.
Usami took pity on the poor teen, for once, and momentarily stopped molesting the poor boy. He took a moment to undo his own pants before pulling out his equally erect member.
"…Usagi-san, wait…" Misaki whimpered, slowly sitting up and pushing Usami away. "Usagi-san, this time… let's both…" He flushed deeply and Usami blinked.
"Both what?"
"…Ano…" Misaki tugged at his lover's tie, loosening it and tossing it. "…This time, let's both be naked…"
"Eh?" Usami stared at his lover, confused as Misaki's trembling fingers undid the buttons on his shirt.
"Because usually it's only me… you almost always have your pants on… it makes me feel vulnerable, somehow…"
"…" Usami smiled, lightly, caressing Misaki's cheek and kissing him, gently, on the lips. He shrugged out of his button-up shirt and let Misaki tug his pants down, before he shifted, tossing them somewhere along with his underwear and socks.
Misaki, was completely naked, too, save for his socks, which he reached for, but Usami couldn't hold back any longer, so he pinned Misaki to the bed and poked a finger into the brunette's mouth.
Misaki blushed deeper, shutting his eyes in embarrassment and sucking on his lover's finger until it was moist and slippery.
Usami then slid the finger quite easily into Misaki, pushing in slowly to make it easy on the college student to adjust, before he curled his finger and pushed it against Misaki's prostate.
Misaki cried out, rather loudly, nails digging into Usami's back, imprinting small, bloody crescent shapes beneath them.
"Misaki… I'm going to take you… this time I don't think I can hold back."
"Do you ever?" Misaki huffed, flustered as that teasing finger left him and without any further preparation, Usami rammed his cock inside Misaki's tense, tight ass.
Misaki felt himself screaming out, but there was no sound to be heard, save for Usami's panting and soft groan.
The teen felt the muscles on his lover's back tense under his digging fingernails and the hot breath on his neck and ear as empty nothings were whispered to him, and he shut his eyes, feeling his lover fill him up and ram over and over into that sweet spot inside him that kept sending him over the edge.
If Usami was whispering something to him, it sounded distant and far away, despite that his lover's lips were on his ear, if he was trying to convey his love with his words, it was unnecessary; Misaki could feel his Usagi-san's love in his tender touches, his gentle kisses along his jaw, and his hot seed leaking inside…
He realized he'd stopped breathing when Usami grabbed hold of his dick and started squeezing and pumping it in that cold hand of his…
Misaki's fingers weakened and trembled, his nails pulling out of the skin on his lover's back as he relinquished control and wrapped his arms, rather limply, around Usami's neck as the man brought him to higher and higher levels of pleasure.
He felt the muscles of his lower body tense and strain, his legs wrapped tightly around Usami's waist and he felt the pressure building up in his nether regions, Usami's cold hand on his hip, probably leaving an unintentional bruise, the man's huge cock filling him up and abandoning him before returning, filling him with warmth….
The sounds of sex filled the room, panting, moaning, grunting and groaning, the sound of Usami's balls slapping against the flesh on his ass, the squishy, gooey sound of his lover's cock forcing pre-cum out of his ass…
He felt the pressure build up
And build up
And build up…!!
With a soft scream, he came, all over his lover's stomach and chest, and he moaned softly when he felt Usami orgasm inside of him.
They both shuddered, grunting and panting softly. Usami collapsed on top of his lover, burying his face in Misaki's sweat-drenched neck.
The phone made another vibrating noise and the two glanced at it.
It didn't continue, however, so Usami ignored it.
"It might be important." Misaki grumbled, sitting up and pushing off an exhausted Usami, "and like I said before, I have homework… you should do your best to rewrite that story, too…" He reached for his cell and his eyes widened, suddenly. "…Usagi-san… um… actually… have you already gotten a new computer?"
"Yeah, why?" Usami mumbled, turning over and wrapping his arms around Misaki's waist, almost as if silently pleading that Misaki just stay in bed with him a little longer.
"…I was working on an assignment at that time, too, an important one, so I backed up the whole computer on a disk I think I have in my room…"
Slowly, Usami turned to Misaki, trying to look as unaffected by this sudden realization as possible. "The whole computer? Including my files?"
"Yeah, especially yours," 'Oops, why did I say ESPECIALLY yours?! Baka jibun! Maybe he won't notice…'
"Especially mine?" Usami blinked.
'Damnit. Well I can't very well say it's because I was going to spy and find out what kind of pervert things he's writing about me or what pictures my brother sent him of me… so I'll just tell him it was because I've always loved and respected his work and so I did it as a precaution!!'
"…Well, the truth is…" Misaki smiled, brightly. "…I wanted to check and make sure you weren't writing me out of character and doing perverted things to me and I wanted to see what weird pictures you had my brother send you, like you always do!"
'What the hell? How did that happen?! Oh yeah… love… honesty… all that… damn!'
"…Well, let's find out!" Usami nudged Misaki's head with his foot, annoyed. "Go on."
Misaki huffed, wrapping himself in the blanket and making his way to the door as Usami stretched.
He hurried to his room and checked his drawer, pulling out the back-up hard-drive and plugging it into his computer. It then dawned on him that he didn't really know what he was looking for, so he unplugged it and headed, slowly… carefully… down the stairs, humming loudly the whole way so that Usami wouldn't randomly run out, not knowing he was there, and stomp him over, killing the hard drive back up in the process…
He entered the room and gently sent it on the desk. "Hey, where did my phone go?"
"Zzzzzzz…."
"…" Misaki sighed, dropping the blanket to the floor and heading into the bathroom, running a cloth under some hot water before wringing it out and heading back into the room, climbing onto the bed and washing off his lover's stomach and torso.
"Mn…" Usami reached up, tiredly, but Misaki simply caught his wrist and set it aside, finishing. "Misa…"
"Usagi-san?" Misaki whispered, brushing Usami's bangs aside. "I know you're tired… but if you just take a look on my back-up, you might find that you can nap without stressing."
"Mmm…" Usami groaned, rolling over onto his stomach and burying his face in his pillow. "I never stress when I nap. Napping is what you do to ESCAPE the stress."
"…But then when you wake up, doesn't the stress crash down on you tenfold?" Miskai huffed.
"…Mm…" Usami sat up, heading over to the computer and taking a look. He typed away as Misaki reached over for his cell.
"Ah, when did you save it?" Usami asked as he clicked the mouse.
"I think… last Thursday?" Misaki stated. "Because we had an assignment due on Friday."
"…It' locked… password locked… I'll have to go into safe mode… I hate safe mode…" He sighed. "Why would you password lock it?"
"Why do you think?" Misaki huffed. "Privacy!"
"Just because YOU don't respect the privacy of others," Usami grumbled as he waited for the computer to restart.
Misaki huffed, stubbornly, flipping open his phone and gawking when it powered off. "NOO!!"
"What is it?" Usami lit up another cigarette.
"My phone powered off! What if it's an emergency or something, and YOU didn't let me answer it?!"
"…What emergency? If it were Takahiro, he'd call the house phone."
As if on cue, the phone rang, and the two both jumped, startled.
"…Uah! This is just like in the book Sumi-sempai lent me!" Misaki exclaimed, hurrying back downstairs. Usami followed, close behind.
Misaki leapt off the fifth step, stumbled and rolled in a very ninja-esq manner before darting to the ringing phone and picking up. "Hell- o…" he trailed off.
"…You're gonna die in seven days?" Usami asked, cocking his head to the side.
"NO… I got there too late." Misaki pouted, hanging up.
"Impossible, after all of those martial arts moves?" Usami asked, flopping down on the couch and picking up a small Suzuki-san, making it run, stumble and roll onto the floor for emphasis.
"…WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ME?!" Misaki fumed, running over to his lover.
"I don't think it was comparable to the stunt you pulled- be more careful, by the way…"
"I'm healthy! And fit! Also, I remember how to fall! Niichan taught me once, watch!" He hurried over to an empty space on the carpet and took a few steps forward, then let himself fall, rolling into it and ending up on his feet, standing, arms raised in the air. "Ta-daaa!"
With Usami's help, Suzuki-san did the same thing. Misaki glowered.
"YOU ARE MAKING FUN OF ME!!"
"No, Suzuki-san is just imitating you. He wants to be more like Misaki, because he's jealous."
"…" Misaki huffed, waving his hand away, annoyed and heading into the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner? I'll get started on it!"
"Misaki."
"What?" Misaki replied.
"I want Misaki for dinner." Usami picked up Misaki's pack and put it on the larger Suzuki-san. A book slipped out and landed on the floor.
"Eh? A novel…" Usami picked it up. "…Sumi… ah-!"
"Seriously, we can have curry, or steamed…" Misaki trailed off when he sensed a dark aura behind him. Slowly, he turned to Usami, who was holding the book up. "UAH-!! YOU GO THROUGH MY THINGS?! What happened to respecting peoples' privacy?! This is exactly why I password locked-"
"Why do you read HIS books but procrastinate when it comes to mine?" Usami huffed from around the cigarette between his lips.
"Aaah-ahaha-ahahaha…" Misaki rubbed the back of his head, nervously. "We-well… it's not that I don't read yours, um, this uh… this book is for a class- yeah, we have to read-"
"I already know all of the books you have to read for your lit class, Misaki, Hiroki gave me a list!"
"…" Perhaps this could save him. "You brought him up again!" Misaki pretended to fume, and Usami blinked, taken aback.
There was an awkward silence for a moment before Misaki sighed, shoulders slumping.
"No, I don't mind… though it IS kinda creepy that you'd ask my teacher what books I have to read…"
"I thought, at first, that if it was possible to provide you with the books from my own shelf, it would cut back your expenses, thus making things a little easier on Takahiro."
"…Ah… I see…" Misaki blinked. "Ah-! Takahiro!"
"NO! I didn't mean to bring up-"
"My phone! I have to power it up!" Misaki raced past his lover and into the living room, grabbing his recharger out of his backpack and plugging it into the wall, plugging the other end into his cell and letting it recharge. "There. Now in about twenty minutes, I should be able to find out what's going on."
"…It's not Takahiro- it was your senior, remember?" Usami huffed, folding his arms and leaning against the doorway.
"Ah, right… but it still may be important." Misaki huffed. "So, dinner?"
"…Curry is fine…" Usami pulled up a seat at the table, looking over Sumi's father's book, curiously.
Another silence hung in the air, this time a slightly more comfortable one. Misaki got to work on cutting vegetables and doing the dishes, but after ten to fifteen minutes, he shut off the water, alleviating the room of any noises that might interfere with the conversation he'd been wanting to have with his lover for some time now.
"Usagi-san?" He asked.
"Mm?" Came the older man's reply.
"…Regarding Kamijou-sensei…" Misaki trailed off for a moment, contemplating on how he should word his question.
"…What about him?" Usami sighed, becoming quickly irritated with this topic.
"…How often do you see him, now?"
"Eh?" Usami looked up.
"Well, you were childhood friends, right? So how often do you see him now?"
Usami gave the question some thought. "…Well, occasionally we'll bump into one another, but for the most part… it's usually business-related, somehow or another…"
"…Business related?" Misaki blinked. "He's a professor-"
"Associate professor."
"Ah- well, he's a literature instructor and you're a novelist… how does that… er…"
Usami put out his cigarette and reached for another, but Misaki snatched the pack away.
"Usagi-san! If you start chain smoking, I won't kiss you anymore!"
". . ." Usami stared at his lover, indifferently. "…What constitutes as 'chain smoking?'"
Annoyed with his lover's noncommittal attitude toward the threat, Misaki crushed the pack in his hand and threw it away. "From now on, you can smoke once an hour."
". . . You don't really even kiss me, now. I always kiss you."
Misaki huffed, frustrated, and pulled the pack out of the trash, pulling a seemingly undamaged cigarette from the pack and raising it for Usami to see.
The older man held his hand out for it, expectantly.
Misaki lowered the cigarette to the stove, waiting for it to light up.
"…"
"…"
"…If you're trying to make a point, somehow, you're not going about it the right way." Usami smirked. "To light it up, you have to inhale while the tip is burning. You've really never tried it, huh? Good for- MISAKI!!" He gawked, standing when Misaki leaned down, inhaling while holding the cigarette to the stove.
The boy pulled back, coughing and wheezing, and dropping the cigarette.
Usami stomped it out before it could burn the kitchen floor, sighing and rubbing his head.
"Idiot," He muttered, "What're you trying to do?"
"If you don't give up smoking, I'll do it, too!" Misaki snapped, raspily, face a tad green.
Usami watched him for a moment before he turned to stifle his laughter.
"…I mean it!"
"So does this mean you're worried about me?" Usami smirked.
"…Usagi-san… from now on, if you can avoid a cigarette for one hour, I will give you a kiss." Misaki huffed.
"…Mmm…?" Usagi's eyes widened as he grinned. "You will, huh? Of your own accord?"
"…Because," Misaki frowned, sadly, "The truth is, I don't want Usagi-san to get sick or die… so… from now on… please… let's do our best to help you quit smoking…"
Usami's grin slowly faded and he sighed, heading over and wrapping his arms around Misaki.
"Eh?" Misaki blinked, slowly bringing his arms up to hold Usami back.
"…You're so cute, Misaki…"
"…Um… s-so… you never answered… how is your job related to Kamijou-sensei's?"
"Ah, ever since we were children, he would read over my work… so whenever I have a new story, I run it by him… actually, there's been more than one occasion in which he'd caught an error my editor wasn't able to. Occasionally, he'd also give me a few notes, as well." Usami nuzzled his lover's neck.
"…Uh…" Misaki closed his eyes, not so interested in that topic, now that his lover's hand was slowly sliding up and down the small of his back…
'I'm turning into mush… no… I'm turning into a girl…' Misaki silently chuckled at himself. 'I guess Usagi-san should have based the girl character off of me instead of himself…'
"…His mother also likes me very much…" Usami continued, nuzzling Misaki's hair. "…So she sometimes sends me things… peaches, apricots, that sort of thing…"
"Mmm…" Misaki inhaled the scent of his lover's shirt. "…Usagi-san…"
"Hmm?" Usami pushed Misaki away a little.
"...I won't ask about him anymore." Misaki promised, leaning up and kissing Usami on the lips.
"…Now I get a cigarette."
"That's not how it works!"
Misaki's cell phone sounded from the living room, vibrating against the surface it had been set on and slowly moving until it fell off.
Usami took his lover's place at the stove as Misaki headed into the living room to retrieve his cell.
"Usagi-san, you should go check your computer now, right?" Misaki called as he picked his phone off of the ground.
He flipped it open and checked the message he'd received twenty or so minutes prior.
His eyes narrowed on the message's contents and Usami snuck up on him from behind, wrapping his arms around Misaki, lovingly and rubbing his cheek against Misaki's.
"…Usagi-san…" Misaki mumbled, raising the phone for him to see, but Usami snapped it shut and buried his face in Misaki's nape.
"I've told you before, Misaki, I don't like anyone or anything else taking up our precious time together."
"…Kamijou-sensei was taken to the hospital…"
Usami froze before slowly pulling away, raising the phone and flipping it open.
Misaki snapped it closed, frowning and turning to his lover, eyes frightened and shaking. "…Sumi-sempai says it's just a rumor… but… Usagi-san… he also said that on Friday he happened upon Kamijou-sensei walking home late in the evening, and that he was hurt… that he had meant to return Kamijou-sensei's things to him today, but since he wasn't in class, he couldn't… also that… there was blood on the suitcase he was going to return to Kamijou-sensei… d-do you think… maybe he was lying about having gotten a ride?"
"…" Usami blinked at his lover before closing his eyes, bringing a hand up to his forehead. "…Did he happen to mention which hospital?"
"No, since it was just a rumor…" Misaki frowned. "…Usagi-san… do you know where Kamijou-sensei lives?"
"He moved, recently." Usami frowned. "I meant to catch the latest address, but we haven't spoken in a while- before Friday… and I figured since I had his number and knew where he worked…" He headed for the home phone and dialed a number, holding the phone to his ear as he watched Misaki. "Ask your senior how hurt Hiroki seemed."
"…" Misaki nodded, and dialed Sumi's number.
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AN: Shorter chapter this time… the lemon was actually forced, (I hope you couldn't tell), since (contrary to my kink fic), I don't enjoy writing non-con, really… so when I write Misaki getting laid, it probably seems a tad OOC since I prefer to write consensual lemon parts… Also, I hope you can't tell, but lately my writing style has been weak at best- I'm extremely tired… (been pulling quite a few all nighters studying and writing this during my breaks). Next chapter will be far more exciting, I promise, all of the characters/couples come together- hurray!
Chapter 8 Summary: After taking Kamijou home, Nowaki realizes Kamijou isn't merely suffering from a mere fever, and he rushes him to the hospital. Both Romantica as well as Terrorist arrive to offer their support, hurray, it's the long-awaited crossover chapter, all three couples come together! Well… Kamijou mostly sleeps, but he wakes up at one point and, in his disoriented stupor, somehow comes to the conclusion that he must be in the hospital because something's happened to Nowaki! XD Yes, there shall be slight crack, mwahahaha. Ah- and there's also a dramatic confrontation between Nowaki and Usami for those of you who are more interested in that, ohohoho.
Chapter 9-12 Summary: It's a secret.
