Wow… This chapter's kinda dirty, so beware! :3

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjo Romantica!

I also do not own:

Izumiya Kenta

Izumiya Yuudai

I do own:

Tsukuyomi Family

Sato Toshiro

Watanabe Tatsuya

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT WITHIN! PURE BL~!

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Chapter Nine: A Crowded Lunch Table

Everything seemed to slow down. Riku was at the door with the phone, his eyes going wide as Kenta whipped around in time to hear Toshiro's deadly words.

"I bet you can. Just like you killed your parents, right?" Toshiro whispered icily. Akira stared up at him, completely frozen with his fists pushing on Toshiro's chest.

"I never…! I didn't…!" Akira was at loss for words. Riku dropped the phone.

"Akira did not kill our parents! You're a liar!" He yelled. Toshiro laughed quietly.

"I'm not so sure you believe that… After all, aren't you the one who told me you had suspicions about Akira-kun killing your parents?" He asked. Kenta stared at Riku, who paled.

"I didn't say that! He's lying!" Riku cried.

"How can I when you're the one always lying?" Toshiro asked dryly, then slowly lifted himself off Akira, straightening his tie.

"Anyway… I came here to visit Hio-kun, but he's obviously… Busy." He smirked at Hioshi, who was shaking in Kenta's arms, finally catching his breath. Without another word, Toshiro was walking down the hallway toward the elevator. Riku grimaced and looked at Akira, who was struggling to his feet.

"Akira, I never said that! Please believe me!" He pleaded. Akira frowned.

"I know… That guy's a prick… He doesn't know what he's talking about… Kenta-san, take Hioshi to his room. It's probably too much to ask to put him in the bathtub, so Riku-"

"No, it's fine," Kenta replied, "I want to help too."

"… Thank you." Akira mumbled, averting his eyes. Riku frowned as Akira came in, closing the door behind him. Kenta took Hioshi to his room, where he did Hioshi and himself a favor in locking all the bolts and chains.

"You don't have to carry me." Hioshi said at last, his voice slightly shaky. Kenta looked at him and offered a warm smile.

"I want to."

"… And you call me weird…" Hioshi murmured. Kenta just smiled and opened the bathroom door, letting Hioshi sit on the floor while he started the water.

"I'm not undressing," Hioshi said calmly, brushing a hand through his hair, "I'm in no mood to take a natural shower… I just want to get some of that filth off me…" Kenta nodded and let Hioshi slowly get up, getting into the filled tub. He went to leave, but Hioshi caught his shirt sleeve, giving a little tug.

"Don't leave just yet." Hioshi blurted, then frowned. Kenta glanced at him, surprised, then nodded and sat down beside the tub.

"I'll stay…"

"Good… I like you being here…" Hioshi responded and glanced at Kenta's smile. It made him feel so much cleaner just to see the smile on his face. It made Hioshi want to smile a little too.

JKJKJK

Music pounded in the penthouse, bodies moving flush together in the cramped space for too many people. Akira found himself lounging on the sofa, some guy -who's name he had totally forgotten- sucking on his neck. The feeling wasn't as good as he thought it would… His mind was still locked on the events of that afternoon.

"I bet you can. Just like you killed your parents, right?"

That Toshiro bastard… Saying stupid shit like that… I didn't… Gods, this guy has a lot of saliva, he's like a cow. Gross. Akira thought, then finally shoved on the opposite guy's chest.

"M'gonna get some more booze, ne? Wait here…" He mumbled when the guy tried to kiss his lips.

"Hurry back." The opposite guy responded with a sigh, leaning back to let Akira get to his feet and head to the kitchen. Akira had to push and squeeze past people, forcing a smile when people called to him. He knew he had many friends and many more lovers, but it wasn't satisfying. He was looking for something else, but he didn't know what quite yet. Whether it was purpose in life or a permanent lover, he was too lazy to look for it. He grabbed a beer from the kitchen and went out into the hallway, where some party-goers were lounging with drinks.

Akira went near the fire escape, sliding down against the wall and popping open the bottle. He sucked on the bottle before taking great gulps; an odd habit of his. He closed his eyes and lolled his head against the wall, feeling the vibrations of the music through the floor and wall.

"What's the host doing all out on his lonesome?" A voice asked, amused. Akira looked up to see a guy leaning by the fire escape door. His black hair was short and spiked, the tips frosted with blonde. His eyes were a powerful blue hidden behind tipped sunglasses. He wore a pair of black jeans, a nice set of chains dangling on the side and a warm leather jacket over torn navy blue t-shirt. The aura around him screamed danger and 'badass'.

"Mm? I don't like guys who suck on my neck…" Akira murmured thoughtlessly, still gazing at the man, who gave a sort of wild smirk in return.

"Hm, is that so? What about guys who can show you a nice time in the room?" He asked. Akira smiled a little drunkenly.

"That sounds yummy…" He responded and winced when he spilt his bottle on the hall carpet. The man sauntered over and bent down, picking up the bottle before all the beer leaked out. He took a long gulp, finishing the rest of it off.

"Let's get busy then." He smirked and held out a hand to help Akira up. Akira stumbled a bit, but the guy easily caught him around the waist.

"Damn," Akira muttered under his breath, "I can't walk straight."

"Need me to carry you?" The guy offered, but despite the sexual offer, Akira wasn't trusting the guy to carry him, so he shook his head.

"No… I don't even know your name…"

"Does it matter?"

"… Who's name am I going to be moaning?" Akira asked, glancing over his shoulder at the man, meeting those blue eyes. The guy smirked.

"Yuudai…" He responded coolly. Akira smiled drunkenly.

"Mmm… I like your name… My name's Akira." He answered in turn, then managed to straighten his posture, taking Yuudai's arm and leading him back into the penthouse. He had to squirm past more bodies.

"You're very popular, aren't you?" Yuudai asked, cocking a brow as Akira shut them into a guest room, which was surprisingly empty. Akira shut the door behind them, leaning his back on it, rubbing his head.

"Yea… Sometimes it's a drag…" He mumbled. Yuudai smirked.

"I'll bet…" He said slowly, coming up to Akira, who watched him past half-lidded eyes. Yuudai moved his lips in to capture Akira's in a rough, slightly sloppy kiss on Akira's part. Yuudai nipped at Akira's lip, drawing a small droplet of blood, earning a little gasp from Akira. Yuudai smirked, sliding an arm around Akira's waist, his other hand cupping Akira's cheek.

"I'm rough… You're lucky I'm warning you." He added before licking the drop from Akira's lip. Akira licked at his tongue in turn.

"I don't care… Do whatever you want." He mumbled. Yuudai nodded in turn. It didn't take more than a few moments for clothes to be tugged off and bodies to be on the bed. Yuudai held Akira's hands over his head, his nails digging harshly down into Akira's wrists.

"You bleed a lot…" Yuudai noted, glancing up at Akira's bleeding wrists. Akira gazed up, somewhat dazed at his wrists.

"It hurts…" He murmured. Yuudai clenched tighter on Akira's wrists, earning a mingled moan and groan of pain.

"Good." He responded hotly against Akira's collarbone. He brought his mouth to a pert nipple, clamping his lips around it first before biting. Akira jerked upwards, gasping as red color warmed his face.

"Ow! … Bite harder…" He managed after his outburst and the almost harsh glance from Yuudai. The feeling was hot and painful, everywhere. He was pinched and bit, scratched at one point, but the pain was numbing and beginning to feel better than anything Akira had felt with the people he'd slept with. The guy had talent, Akira realized in bliss when Yuudai brought his attention to his mouth again.

They swapped saliva, their tongues dancing hotly together. Akira felt Yuudai's hand move lower, lower until it touched his stiff erection. He gasped at the warm sensation wrapped around his cock as Yuudai brushed his thumb over the tip, smearing pre cum.

"Does that feel good?" Yuudai murmured against his ear, biting on the shell. Akira moaned, bringing his hips up to meet Yuudai's rhythmic pumping.

"Yes…! Aah, Yuudai-saaaaaa…maaa…" Akira felt his gut tighten, his shaft feeling swollen with need. Yuudai smirked a little, clenching his fist tightly to make Akira gasp.

"Why sama, Akira-kun?" He asked. Akira blushed red hot, wiggling his wrists slightly in Yuudai's grip.

"Because… Honestly, I've been- aah- with a lot of guys, but you've… Made me feel the - haah- the best…" He managed to moan. Yuudai smiled, but it was so Cheshire Cat-like.

"I'm a demon of sex, Akira-kun… I know I'm good." He responded and removed his hand from Akira's erection, making him gasp, so he could pull the bow out of Akira's hair. Akira's hair fell loose across the pillow like black oil spill. Yuudai swiftly wrapped the red ribbon around Akira's wrists, tying them in a knot to the headboard of the bed. Akira glanced up, watching the droplets of blood blend in with the ribbon.

"Hmm, how amusing… Your ribbon is the same color as your blood…" Yuudai mused, kissing Akira's throat. Akira looked at him, his eyes still glazed over.

"Nn? That's a scary thought, Yuudai-sama…" He murmured. Yuudai took notice to how Akira's body was slightly shaking underneath him and not just from sexual tension either.

"Scared of blood, Akira-kun? I thought you liked it rough." He added, raising an eyebrow. Akira stared up at him.

"I do… But blood's scary… It's so red… And it's sticky…" He murmured. Yuudai studied Akira's lust drunk expression, sliding a hand up to caress his warm cheek.

"You seem to know a lot about blood, Akira-kun…" He mused. Akira gave a tipsy smile, a small soft giggle behind it.

"Of course I do… I killed my parents." He answered. Yuudai blinked, his eyes locked with Akira's oddly colored periwinkle ones. Killed? As in, really kill? Weird… I didn't peg this little guy to be able to do that… Then again, he's drunk off his ass. I'm surprised he hasn't said he was Santa Claus's little helper… He thought with a smirk now.

"That's sexy, Akira-kun… You looked so innocent at first, but I suppose looks can be deceiving…" Yuudai mused, then brought his mouth to Akira's. Akira moaned against his lips and tongue, pulling on the ribbon around his wrists uselessly. Yuudai let his hands run down Akira's sides, along his hips and to the inside of his thighs. He easily traced a finger to the tight puckered hole, making Akira shiver underneath him.

"You said you've done this with a lot of guys…" Yuudai mused at Akira's reaction. Akira blushed a little.

"I have… But you're teasing me… Most of them just do it real fast and leave me before I wake up…" He added and frowned, jerking a little at the ribbon. Yuudai smirked and kissed Akira again, a bit more roughly this time and bit his lip again. As he did so, he inserted, not one finger, but all three at the same time. Akira jerked.

"Ahhh!" Yuudai couldn't lie to himself and say he didn't enjoy the thin little layer of tears in Akira's eyes. Akira seemed to like it, however, for he jerked at the ribbon.

"Yuudai-sama, please untie me…"

"Are you going to beg?" Yuudai asked, amused. Akira nodded and leaned up as far as he could to kiss Yuudai just barely on the lips.

"Please, let me go… Please, Yuudai-sama?" He begged, his body shaking and wanting to push down on the fingers encased in his body. Yuudai smiled slowly.

"Since you beg so cutely…" He reached up with his free hand and released the ribbon. Akira immediately clung onto Yuudai, who shoved his fingers in harshly. Akira squirmed a little, gasping out loud as he dug his nails into Yuudai's back, trying not to leave marks.

"Hmm, you keep clawing me like a kitten and I'll tie you back up." Yuudai cooed. Akira whined.

"It's not- aaahhhh- my fault!" He gasped, sweat dotting his porcelain skin. Yuudai smirked and thrust his fingers in. Akira was completely unnoticing to Yuudai grabbing the ribbon again until his hands were taken from Yuudai's back.

"Yuudai-sama!" Akira cried out when Yuudai thrust his fingers up with one hand, the other whipping the ribbon around his wrists behind his back. Akira found himself sitting in Yuudai's lap now, his arms behind his back. Yuudai lowered him onto his rock hard erection, earning a long, very beautiful wail from Akira, who arched his back. Yuudai licked at Akira's nipples again, one his arms around Akira's waist while the other went to work jerking on Akira's weeping cock.

"Does that feel good… My little murderer?" He asked. Akira nodded quickly, his eyes squeezed shut to hide the film of tears in his eyes. Pain was rocketing up his spine, but the feeling was absolutely breathtaking.

"You said you did it with a lot of other guys," Yuudai mused as he bit on Akira's neck, sucking a bit to leave a dark hickey, "Does that mean you're a whore?"

"Gods yes," Akira moaned thoughtlessly, "I'm a whore!" Red heat splashed Akira's face at the realization of yelling that out loud. Yuudai only laughed quietly in amusement before bringing them into another position that included Akira on his stomach, his ass up and still filled with Yuudai's cock.

"So good… It feels so good, Yuudai-sama…" Akira mewled, jerking uselessly at the ribbon tying his arms as Yuudai thrust roughly inside him. In moment, Akira's gut tightened again as Yuudai pumped his fist around his leaking appendage. Only a matter of seconds came before Akira released his essence on Yuudai's hand and the bed, his voice carrying through the room. Yuudai kept thrusting until his shaft gushed its seed, filling Akira and even leaking down his thighs…

JKJKJK

Riku woke up in his room, content to see the clock reading that it was afternoon on a Sunday afternoon. He sat up, ruffling his hair as he glanced around his messy room. He got up and went into the living room, to no surprise, finding it littered with clothes and booze.

He walked into the kitchen to find Kazuya… Sitting in the lap of a tall, dark and handsome man with deep green eyes, wearing dress clothes under a loose trench coat. Riku winced, blushing in embarrassment.

Kazuya hopped back, turning a matching shade of pink.

"Riku? What're you doing up?" He demanded, brushing his hair out of his face quickly. Riku's eye twitched.

"It's noon…" He muttered. The man smiled a little shyly at Riku.

"Konnichi wa, Riku-kun." He greeted. Riku sweat dropped.

"Tatsuya-san." He responded flatly. Kazuya sweated a little, shifting from foot to foot.

"This is so awkward… Do me a favor and wake up your brothers… Tell them lunch is ready!" He added. Riku nodded and was out of the kitchen in an instant, twitching. So gross… Just what I want to see when I wake up. He thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he went to Akira's room. He knocked, but got no answer. He peeked in past flying papers, but saw no sign of life in the room. He went down the hall, glancing into his room, just to make sure Akira hadn't snuck in and passed out.

He stopped outside the guest room and opened the door.

"Ah!" Was Riku's somewhat high yelp of surprise and disgust. Akira was hanging halfway off the bed, under the arm of some demonic stranger. The stranger woke up first, peeking an eye open and lifting himself into a sitting position.

"Hm? Well, who're you?" He asked, cocking a brow. Riku glared despite the blush on his face.

"I should be asking you that." He responded sassily. The man looked annoyed now. Akira woke up a little bit, grimacing. He didn't get up and instead looked at Riku with a sleepy smile.

"Ne, morning, Riku~"

"It's afternoon, dummy. What the Hell is wrong with you? Bringing a total stranger into the guest room." Riku muttered. Akira pouted and propped himself on his elbow.

"Shut up, Riku. I know his name."

"What is it?"

"… Yuudai!"

"Yuudai…?" Riku drawled questioningly. Yuudai gave a wild smile.

"Izumiya Yuudai, kid." He added on. Riku frowned, then blinked.

"Izumiya? Are you related to Kenta by any chance?" He asked. Yuudai paused, his expression somewhat thoughtful before he gave a dangerous sort of smile that you'd see on a lion's face.

"Sad to say. You know it?" He asked. Riku folded his arms over his chest.

"Yea! And you don't have to be a jerk about it. Akira usually picks okay guys to screw, but you're the worst one." He stated. Yuudai raised an eyebrow. Akira glared.

"Riku! Get out or I'll make you get out!" He barked. Riku sighed, then slammed the door shut behind him after turning on the lights. Akira glared after him, then picked up his pillow and put it over his head to go back to sleep.

"Who was that?" Yuudai asked. Akira blinked and turned to look at him.

"My littlest brother… Riku. He's a lazy, snotty little kid… Especially when he wakes up." He added, then closed his eyes to go back to sleep. Yuudai smirked.

"He knows Kenta."

"Yea… Guy's been comin' round here a lot. Riku seems to like him… So does Hioshi, but nobody cares what they think. They're just brats." Akira retorted. Yuudai smiled.

"I see…"

Meanwhile, Riku stomped to Hioshi's room. What a jerk! Akira better not be thinking about staying with this guy for more than tonight! He's a total ass! He thought, then knocked on Hioshi's door.

"Hioshi, wake up! Lunch!" He called. Unexpectedly, Kenta opened the door sleepily, rubbing at one of his eyes with a yawn.

"Riku-kun?"

"Kenta-san? Don't tell me you and Hioshi-"

"No!" Kenta cried, blushing a light pink. Riku blushed, eyeing him.

"You guys are so weird… Everyone's sleeping with someone and I'm the only one all by myself! I'm never waking up you people again." He retorted.

"I never slept with Hioshi-san!" Kenta protested.

"Then what're you doing in his room? Playing cards? I don't think so." Riku accused. Kenta stared at him after a while.

"Riku-kun… Are you all right?" He asked at last. Riku blinked, then shrugged.

"There was a party here until three in the morning… I'm tired… And disturbed that I found my older brother- Oh yea! Kenta-san, do you have-"

"Riku! Guys! Lunch!" Kazuya called from the kitchen. Riku sighed and trudged to the kitchen, taking a place by the sink on the counter.

"Riku, don't sit up there." Kazuya scolded.

"Free country." Riku deadpanned, holding a plate of eggs, toast, and sausage in his lap. Kazuya sighed and set out the other plates. Riku counted the plates, then glanced at him.

"Make another one." He said. Kazuya frowned.

"What'd you mean?" He asked.

"Akira's got a guy here." Riku muttered. Kazuya sighed.

"You guys work me to the bone." He muttered and went to cooking, Tatsuya by his side with a warm smile.

"You look cute with your hair pinned back like that, though." He commented. Kazuya blushed and gave a little smile.

"I wuv you, Tatsuya-senpai~" He beamed. Riku gripped the fork he'd stuck in his mouth tighter, watching the scene with a look of disgust.

"Get a room." He stated. Kazuya sweat dropped while Tatsuya laughed quietly, holding Kazuya around the waist.

"Why don't you?" Came Hioshi's voice from the door. Riku jerked his head up. Kazuya even stared with wide eyes as Hioshi came in with Kenta at his side.

"You're eating with us?" Kazuya asked hopefully. Hioshi paused, giving him a hard stare before shrugging.

"For Kenta's sake." He answered. Kenta gave a little blush, sweating. Kazuya beamed, clasping his hands together.

"Thank you so much for being here, Kenta-san! You're such a good boy!"

"You're scaring me, Kazuya." Riku muttered.

"I can practically see the sparkles and flowers." Hioshi said flatly and took a seat at the counter. Kenta sat down beside him, his eyes wowing at the meal.

"Wow, Kazuya-san, this looks great!" He exclaimed.

"Thank you, Kenta-san! I told you he was a nice guy!" Kazuya cried, waving a finger comically at Kenta while giving a puppy dog face to Tatsuya, who smirked in response. Riku rolled his eyes and ate anyway without saying anything proper.

"Where the heck is Akira?" Kazuya asked after he set out the last of the plates, sitting down with Tatsuya.

"I am not going to get him!" Riku announced and stuck toast in his mouth. Hioshi frowned, holding his fork from his index finger and thumb.

"I heard you talking to Kenta, saying that everyone's sleeping with someone… Did someone actually stay with him over night?" He asked. Riku nodded.

"He's a real jerk too! I walked in and- Oh yea! Kenta-san! Do you have a-"

"Quit talking crap about people you don't know." Akira said, coming into the kitchen with a snort. He wore no shirt, only a baggy pair of gray sweatpants. Riku huffed.

"I don't need to know him." He responded.

"Riku," Kazuya scolded, "Don't judge a book by its cover. Akira, please behave… And Hioshi, quit playing with your food, please!" Riku harrumphed. Akira snorted. Hioshi stuck his tongue out.

"What an agreeable family." Tatsuya smiled sideways at Kenta, who sweat dropped.

"So where's your boyfriend?" Hioshi asked casually as Akira sat down beside him, taking a piece of his toast and getting slapped for it.

"Ow! He's showering… Jeez, you jerk."

"I'm skinny, I need more food." Was Hioshi's response past the food, then glanced at Kenta, who had politely eaten all his food.

"Are you still hungry?" He asked. Kenta sweat dropped.

"Uhm, kind of-"

"You can have my toast." Hioshi responded, dropping the toast on his plate. Kenta smiled a little.

"Prick." Akira muttered to Hioshi and stuffed an egg in his mouth. Kazuya sighed and leaned on Tatsuya's shoulder. The lunch went like that for only a few moments before the door opened to the kitchen.

"Akira, have you seen my sunglasses?" Yuudai asked, brushing a hand over his spiked hair, wearing nothing, but a pair of black boxers. Akira glanced up, almost uncaringly. Riku almost fell off the countertop. Hioshi stared blankly. Kazuya and Tatsuya flinched. Kenta paled.

A/N: omg. Big yaoi scene~ lol. I was honestly a little nervous that I may not be able to write it since I haven't written hardcore in a long time, but I actually did it! It turned out okay… Anyway, note that during the sex scene, Akira's loopy and drunk and upset with himself… : / You know, the whole Toshiro-gr incident. Haha. You meet two new characters~ Yuudai, Kenta's older brother and Tatsuya, Kazuya's boyfriend… Damn, Kazuya's so uke, I swear… Anyway! I hope all the characters are in character! Thanks for reading and reviews are very much appreciated!