Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica. Also, does anyone else find nipple to be an awkward word?

The lightning that arced between the two males, made Hiroki imagine himself as a bonfire, burning bright with the flame of passion. The sensation that engulfed the two men when Nowaki had captured his lips and continued to hold them hostage was enough to rival the feel of the man's hot life blood searing his throat as it had gone down, burning all that had lain before it. The heat created by Nowaki's tongue fighting with his own in a passionate dance of dominance was a hundred times more potent, more powerful. Lust consumed him, possessed him. He was no longer in control of his body; every nerve burning as every inch of his skin pressed against the skin of the other.

Desire was what governed him now, compelling his hands to move against the other's chest, over his abdomen, seeking out the hem of his shirt. He had to suppress a groan as Nowaki's hands found his chest, and began to massage his nipples through his shirt. They pulled apart eventually though, for Nowaki had to draw air into his starving lungs. Hiroki released a primal growl and unintentionally leaned forward, craving the feel of the other's plump lips against his.

"Hiro-san…you are so…" Nowaki's voice, filled with reverence instantly snapped Hiroki out of his desire filled haze and brought him crashing back to reality. Without warning his hands shot up and pushed hard against the larger man's chest, sending them both toppling to the floor away from each other.

The loss of contact sent a shiver down Hiroki's spine and for the first time, his mind registered the absence of light. Although physically he didn't need it, his chest began to heave violently, stronger even then when he had been kissing the giant. Against his will his hands began to shake, and he clasped them firmly in the fabric of his pants in an attempt to suppress the tremors. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that he could feel growing in his chest. For a second he almost forgot the presence of Nowaki in the room. Once again he was in the dark, and in its wake, the cold was seeping in. He jumped at the sound of the other' voice.

"Hiro-san, I'm sorry…" There was no response. Nowaki gulped and began to blindly grope in the darkness, searching for the vampire. "I'm sorry Hiro-san but I couldn't help it." Again, there came no response. Nowaki was on his knees now, moving forward. His fingers brushed over what felt like a shoe lace, and he sighed in relief when in moving his hand up he found the tattered fabric of Hiroki's sneaker. There was no response to his touch though, even when his hand traveled even farther, finding the exposed skin of the other's ankle. Nowaki frowned in worry. In his haste to get away had his Hiro-san hit his head against the concrete floor?

"Hiro-san? Can you hear me?" Nowaki waited in the tensed silence for what seemed like hours before his sensitive ears finally caught a muffled whimper coming from the blackness in front of him. In a flash, he had the vampire back in a firm embrace. Desperation made itself known in his chest when he felt the other's rigid posture. He held Hiroki tighter in an attempt to quell the quakes of the coursing through Hiroki's body.

"Shhh…Hiro-san… It's alright. I'm here. Nothing's going to happen." He buried his face into the other's hair and took a deep breath, drawing the smaller male's scent into his lungs. He continued to whisper his reassuring words, until finally the shivers died away and he felt Hiroki's body relax once more into his embrace.

"Nowaki?"

"I'm here. What is it?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, you've done nothing wrong."

"Nowaki…"

"Yes?"

"Thank y-"

"Hiroki!" The door to the room burst open, sending an explosion of light and air into the stale cell. Hiroki stiffened in Nowaki's arms once again, but he quickly regained his composure. Nowaki, too, stiffened, but unlike the vampire, he did not relax; instead he wrapped himself tighter around Hiroki, unconsciously assuming a protective posture over the smaller man.

"Akihiko! You bastard! What took you so long!?" His glare though goes unnoticed by the elder vampire who was grinning in amusement as he gazed at the two men on the floor, entwined quite familiarly in each other's arms.

"I thought I would give you some time to feed, but it seems your action have begun to weigh towards a much more…friendly direction." Immediately Hiroki shot out of Nowaki's arms and to his feet. His cheeks had blossomed into a bright shade of crimson at the silver haired male's comment.

"You asshole! Just let us out already!"

"Anything you say, old friend." With a nonchalant air, the elder vampire, who had been leaning casually against the doorframe, a 17th century lantern dangling from one arm, pushed himself upright and stepped back, clearing the doorway allowing the two men to finally leave the enclosed chamber. Slowly, Nowaki rose to his feet and followed Hiroki as they walked past Akihiko and through the door.

Nowaki admired the straightness of Hiroki's back, and the strong set of his shoulders. He realized with a jolt down south that the other's pants were perhaps a size too small, and clung to the vampires bottom in what he couldn't help but see as a provocative manner. Quickly, he shot a glance at Akihiko, only to gulp when he realized that the vampire had caught him looking at his servant with the lust shining clearly in his dark sapphire eyes. Nowaki just returned the silver haired male's amused look with a glare of pure loathing.

He knew he was defenseless to do anything to the immortal, but he would never forgive the monster for what he had made his Hiro-san go through in that dark room. Instead, he had chosen to quicken his pace until he was walking directly behind Hiroki, blocking Usami's view of the younger man. They walked like that for a while, ascending the stairs that led away from Hiroki's isolation chamber.

Usami's lantern only shone a little light, enough for the vampires to see by, but for Nowaki, the journey through dark stairwells and around unknown corners was nerve racking, and he found he had to concentrate hard on his feet as a result, or risk tripping and falling on the brunette vampire walking closely in front of him.

"So Hiroki, care to tell me just what exactly you two were up to when I walked in. I must say, I was expecting to come across a very different scene."

"Shut up Bakahiko, you don't understand."

"And just what don't I understand my dear, Hiroki." Nowaki's hands clenched into tight fists at the tone of the elder's voice, but he stayed silent, instead choosing to grind his teeth together in annoyance. Hiroki, sensing the fury radiating off the giant, shot a puzzled glare over his shoulder, to which Nowaki gave his best attempts at a reassuring smile, given the circumstances. Hiroki furrowed his brow further upon seeing this, but chose not to comment both to Nowaki's strained look and to his master's question. Instead, he chose to ask his own set of questions.

"Akihiko, do we still have that 15th century text from that German Monk?"

"Which German monk would that be?"

"I think he's the one you left hanging by his toes in the village well. Ring any bells?" There was a short silence before the sound of a sharp exclamation came from behind Nowaki.

"Ah, yes, I do remember. I think we still have it. Last time I saw it was on a shelf somewhere towards the back of the library. On the left."

"Good. Come on, Nowaki."

The trio had stopped their ascend a while ago and were now winding their way through dark dusty corridors, lines on either side by antique oil paintings, and dark wooden doors, lit only by the feeble light of Usami's lantern. As soon as he learned what he wanted, Hiroki was off, walking with a purpose around a corner and down a hallway. Nowaki ran to catch up with him, and came around the corner just in time to see the side of an enormous frayed tapestry fall back into place with a muffle thump. Immediately he rushed up to it, and pulling it back, he discovered a small door. He wasted no time in opening it and entering the room that lay beyond.

Fun fact: I was feeling well enough this weekend to go to Home coming with my girlfriend. We had a spectacular night. Dancing, laughing, looking at dresses. There was just one down side. I was making out with my girlfriend on the dance floor, in the corner where it was really dark. Not bothering anybody right? Apparently not. Some girl came up to us and just began shouting, "EEEWWW!" It's like, Lady, I see you sucking face with your boyfriend in the middle of the hallway every friking day. Grow up!

Actually I didn't say that. All she really got was a short glance. I mean, what would I rather do? Kiss my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend or shout at some bitch? The answer is obvious. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that if you live in the state of Washington, VOTE TO APPROVE 74! (For those of you who don't already know, referendum number 74 will allow marriage for same sex couples. Good thing, right?)