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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjo Romantica! It'd be awesome, though.

I also do not own:

Izumiya Kenta

Izumiya Yuudai

Christian Wolfe

I DO own:

Tsukuyomi Family

Isabella Romeo

Tsuchigaki Hideo

Karasu

Aoi

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT WITHIN! PURE BL~!

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Love is Just a Word in the Dictionary

Arriving back at the penthouse, Riku was relieved to find that everyone had gone to sleep, leaving only the kitchen light on. Christian closed the door behind him with a frown, glancing at a shivering Riku.

"I'll grab you some ice, get yourself dressed in some warm clothes. I want to talk to you." He said calmly and firmly. Riku blinked, then nodded slowly, averting his eyes before he moved for his bedroom, sighing to himself. He opened his door and jumped a little in surprise to find Yuudai lying against his bed, fast asleep with his head lulled back. Dark black marks dotted his neck and shoulders, a few nail marks on him. Riku's eyes widened.

Holy shit… He looks like he was in a car crash or something… I wonder if he's dead. He thought curiously and shut the door behind him, inching forward. It was like one of those scary movies where you inched toward the killer to see if he was really dead. Riku paused in front of him and gently poked Yuudai's shoulder.

"Yuudai-san…?" He called. Yuudai shifted a little and his eyes flickered open tiredly, his hand reaching up to rub at his eye. He stopped and seemed to realize the situation. He grabbed Riku, making him yelp.

"How long have you been there?" Yuudai demanded, gripping Riku by his shoulders. Riku squirmed a little in his grip.

"I don't know! I just got home! That hurts!" He protested, wincing. Yuudai glared and went to snap at him, but stopped when his eyes fell on the purplish bruise on Riku's face.

"What the hell happened to you?" He demanded. Riku blushed, finally breaking away from Yuudai's grip to shift uncomfortably.

"I should be asking you that. You look like you got in a car crash." He replied hastily. Yuudai scowled.

"I asked you first… And it's none of your business. Maybe I crashed my bike." He lied under his breath. Riku huffed indigenously.

"That's my same response." He responded and went to leave, but Yuudai was on his feet and got him from behind, holding him tightly with a smirk on his face.

"Looks like someone hit you," Yuudai cooed in Riku's shocked face, "Maybe someone at work?" Riku wiggled in his arms.

"I'm not telling you! Not unless you tell me how you really got hurt!"

"I did. A bike crash."

"No way, I don't believe you." Riku managed. Yuudai frowned, then smirked again and leaned back on the bed, practically holding Riku in his lap.

"Did it scare you enough to quit? If you quit, you know, there's another way you can pay me." He taunted, giving Riku a squeeze in his arms. Riku shook his head vigorously.

"N-No, I can pay back in money, I promise!" He insisted, still trying to wiggle away. He'd already put up with one molester and now he had another? He prayed that by the end of the month he had enough left over money to buy a damned apartment! He grabbed at Yuudai's arm, right over a pair of fresh scratches, making Yuudai hiss in pain, letting go with that arm, but keeping a grip on Riku's elbow with the other.

"You're really asking for another bruise, aren't you?" Yuudai demanded and jerked hard, making Riku yelp and hit the floor. Yuudai easily twisted his arm behind his back and leaned down on top of him, a smirk on his face.

"All right. So someone at work did it. Got a name?" He asked. Riku squirmed uncomfortably at the odd position.

"It doesn't matter- Ow! Don't pull!"

"I need a name." Yuudai commanded. Riku groaned, tilting his head a little so his face was against the carpet.

"Just someone! Why do YOU care?" He whined and gasped when Yuudai slid his hand around to the front of the tight vest, his hand fingering the zipper.

"My pets are my pets, nobody else's. Now tell me who hit you." Yuudai commanded, pulling the zipper down. Riku yelped and jerked.

"His name is Aoi! He's another model working with me! He was trying to do weird things and I tried to get away and he hit me!" He explained rapidly, breathing hard, his eyes wide. Yuudai frowned, pausing halfway down the vest.

"Aoi? What's his last name?" He asked, giving the vest zipper a little tug. Riku whined.

"I don't know! I was just told his first name!"

"What'd he look like?"

"Why's that matter?" Riku complained and gasped when Yuudai unzipped the vest the rest of the way, reaching a hand in to touch his chest. Riku wiggled desperately.

"He's tall, got reddish brown hair! It's kind of above his shoulders and his eyes are brown! He acts kind of like a little kid! Ow, don't pinch me!" He cried, wincing. Yuudai frowned, moving his hand away.

"How old would you say he was?" He asked. Riku rolled his eyes.

"I don't think that-"

"It matters," Yuudai cut in, moving his hand back to slid down Riku's chest, his navel, to the rim of his pants, "Now tell me how old he is."

"He's three years older than me, about 21 or something! Stop touching me!" Riku cried finally breaking away and scrambling to his feet. Yuudai leaned back on his hunches, folding his arms over his chest.

"Tell your boyfriend that I'm taking you to work tomorrow."

"What? But, Christian-"

"Shut up," Yuudai commanded, pleased that Riku immediately obeyed, "I'm taking you cuz I wanna see just who thinks he's the boss… Nice outfit, by the way." He added with a snicker as he rose to his feet. Riku blinked, then folded his arms tightly over his chest, going red and twitching in embarrassment as Yuudai walked by him and out the door.

Riku shuddered and locked his door before he changed into a pair of black boxers and a red t-shirt. He came back to find Christian sitting on the couch, closing up an ice pack. Riku walked over, taking it and plopping down, holding it to his face and wincing a little.

"What the hell happened back there?" Christian asked with a serious frown. Riku blinked, then glanced at him out the corner of his eye.

"Uh…"

"And don't try and smooth talk your way out of it… You're a bad liar."

"Hey, I try," Riku protested, but sighed, averting his eyes, holding the ice pack to his face again, "There was a guy there, another model… Aoi. He's older than me and he seemed really nice at first… A little weird, he kept asking me out, but I told him I was taken…" Riku paused, crinkling his nose and trying to hide his blush.

"Anyway," He went on, "He cornered me in the lounge… I guess I overreacted when I caught you in the elevator. Sorry if I freaked you out." Christian frowned.

"What'd he do to you that scared you so much?" He asked. Riku flinched and looked the other way completely.

"Nothing."

"Riku."

"If I told you that, I'd have to tell you everything else and I don't want to."

"The more you keep that bottled up…" Christian began, but Riku scowled at him, throwing the ice pack at his lap.

"Then tell me your life's story." He responded with a huff. Christian's frown deepened, but he said nothing. Riku looked away now and they sat in silence. Christian sighed.

"If you won't tell me, I'm sure your brothers or Kenta-san would be delighted to tell me if I informed them of what happened." He explained calmly. Riku cringed and glared at him.

"You're trying to make me hate you."

"I'm trying to find out if I should just beat up that asshole or if I should torture him to death." Christian replied, his face expressionless. Riku blinked and stared at him, surprised.

"Wh-What…?"

"I didn't like seeing you scared like that. It made me angry for some reason and whoever did it better hope I don't meet him or I'll punch his lights out."

"Ah- Uhm…" Riku didn't know what to say. Christian looked away for a while, his expression still calm and serious.

"I hate people like that. Who think they're powerful and can control people. They're like dictators and deserve to have some sense knocked into their empty heads. Kind of like that asshole, Yuudai." He explained. Riku blinked.

"Yuudai-san?" He asked. Christian frowned, getting to his feet.

"I don't like him. Leave it at that."

"How come you want me to tell you what's wrong with me, but you won't tell me what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me."

"Then why do you get defensive when I ask about your story?"

"And you?""Argh," Riku shot to his feet, clenching his fists and glaring, "You're so annoying! I don't want to talk to you! And you can't talk to me tomorrow either because Yuudai-san is taking me to work!" Christian's eyes flashed, glowing as he glared at Riku.

"Excuse me?" He demanded. Riku ignored him and went to push past him, but Christian caught Riku's elbow and easily pulled him back. Riku yelped as if someone had spilt hot grease on him and he fell back on the sofa, looking up at Christian, who stood over him.

"And why is Izumiya-sam-san taking you to work?" Christian asked, his voice icily calm, making Riku stiffen up on the couch.

"Mm, b-because… Just because! It's none of your business!" Riku protested, but Christian was staring him down pretty hard now.

"The whole point of us telling everyone we're dating is so perverts like Yuudai or Hideo don't go after you." Christian told him. Riku flinched as if he'd been smacked before shaking his head vigorously.

"Well, it's not working, so there's no point in faking anymore!" He yelled. Christian went to speak, but Riku whipped around and made a move to climb over the back of the couch. Christian made a grab for him and fell onto the floor in the process, Riku falling on top of him.

"Ah, ow!" Riku gasped and cringed, his eyes opening slowly to find Christian hovering over him on his hands and knees.

"Riku," Christian began calmly, seriously, "I don't know if you're purposely trying to put yourself in danger or what, but if you don't cut it out, I'm going to tell your brothers… And I know they'll do something about it." Riku stared up at him, trying to force the blush away that was rising in his face. Though the position was extremely amusing to him, he couldn't stop himself from shaking.

"Don't… Grab me…" He managed. Christian frowned.

"What're you talking about?" He asked. Riku blinked, as if snapping out of a daze and winced.

"Uh, I don't like it when people do that…"

"Why?" Christian pressed. Riku flinched.

"I just don't." He replied. Christian paused, his eyelids hanging thoughtfully before his eyes flickered and he reached up to grab Riku's jaw, making him gasp.

"You're going to tell me anyway, why not do it now?" He asked quietly. Riku stared up at him, looking a little dazed again. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, the blood rushing to his face. Without another thought, he leaned up and kissed Christian on the lips, making Christian's eyes widen.

It happened so fast, and yet so slow. Christian hadn't expected those smooth, warm lips to touch his own, sending shock waves of disbelief and, oddly enough, comfort. But it shattered with realization. No… It's just going to happen all over again. He'll hang on me until someone else takes him or until he sneaks around behind my back or dies on me or-or-or anything! This is completely pointless! I knew I shouldn't have kept hanging around him… He thought and pulled back, carefully though. Riku blinked, then went deep, dark red.

"I… I didn't mean… I'm… Sorry…" He stammered. Christian waited, studying Riku's ashamed face before averting his eyes.

"Don't rush into things… And act like you'll make commitments… That's why love is pointless. Nobody can keep commitments like that…" He muttered. Riku blinked and found himself biting into his lip, hard, as if to hold a tightening sensation in his chest.

Then he babbled.

"Who the hell said I loved you anyway? Your face was just close to mine and I was thinking about something completely different! Don't go spewing stupid things like that! You're a writer too, right? We both know that love is just a stupid word in the dictionary anyway! And get off me! You reek like McDonalds!" Riku barked in his face angrily, shoving his arm against Christian's chest. Christian frowned, but got back on his hunches to let Riku up.

"Riku-"

"Gods," Riku huffed, brushing himself off, "I've already have enough excitement for one day. I don't need you knocking me onto the floor. You're making enough noise to wake up all of Tokyo. Have fun sleeping on the couch or in the streets, jerk!" Christian didn't say anything, watching Riku head toward his room before he looked down at the floor with a tired expression.

He's hurt.

JKJKJK

"What's your issue?" Yuudai muttered as they stepped into the elevator to head to the parking lot outside the penthouse. Riku huffed a little, pulling his black jacket with white fluff on the hood closer.

"Nothing… I just didn't get enough sleep…" He replied under his breath. Yuudai paused, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trench coat after adjusting his black scarf.

"What? You get in a fight with your boyfriend?" He asked, rolling his eyes. Riku clenched his fists over his jacket, scowling.

"He's not my boyfriend… Anymore." He added, averting his eyes. Yuudai's eyes glowed, a smirk evident on his face. Now he knew why he was in a good mood that day. Riku was absolutely miserable and it was filling up the air like an air freshener. Yuudai couldn't lie to himself and knew he couldn't wait to arrive at Riku's job.

"That sucks," Yuudai sighed, shrugging, but smirked anyway, "That's why having permanent boyfriends are worthless. Widen your variety."

"Then what the hell is Akira to you?" Riku asked, tilting his head up to look at Yuudai with a flat look. Yuudai twitched, then huffed, folding his arms over his chest.

"Oh, he's nothing special. He's just one of those puppies that keep chasing after me." He replied, as if this happened all the time. Riku rolled his eyes, but made no vocal comments as they stepped out into the lobby. Che, my ass. He's such a cocky bastard. Riku thought.

As they moved for the parking lot, they were confronted by someone just walking in… A tall familiar man, wearing a cocky smirk that was definitely much more sinister than the Cheshire cat's, or at least, that's what Yuudai thought.

"Nephew, good morning. Izumiya-kun." Daiki nodded to them both. Yuudai glared and Riku looked at him a little flatly, with the slightest hint of a smile.

"Morning, uncle… What're you doing here? It's like you practically live with us." Riku mused. Daiki grinned, chuckling lightly as he patted Riku on the head.

"I simply can't stay away from you boys too long. One look at you all grown up and I'm feeling even more attached than I once was." He smiled, earning one from Riku. Daiki glanced out the corner of his eye at Yuudai, who was glaring fiery hot daggers at him.

"Where are you going with Izumiya-kun?" Daiki question curiously, looking at his nephew, who sighed and looked the other way.

"Long story short, I didn't have a ride." Riku replied. Daiki cocked a brow, then looked at Yuudai with a dangerous smile as he held out his hand.

"Promise to take care of my nephew, yes?" He asked. Yuudai looked at him, then at his hand and scowled, grabbing Riku's arm and jerking him out the door with him, ignoring Daiki altogether. Riku yelped a little, stumbling after him.

"Ow! Ah, Yuudai-san, stop! That hurts!"

"Fuck, kid, sama not san. I'm your superior! Now shut up and just get on the bike." Yuudai snapped in annoyance, throwing his leg over the bike. Riku blinked and gulped, shifting from foot to foot.

"I don't think-"

"Get on or I'm going to rip your head off." Yuudai commanded. Riku yelped a little and got on the bike behind Yuudai, muttering about hospital bills and death notes.

"Hang on, brat." Yuudai ordered. Riku blinked and gasped as the motorcycle roared to life. Riku clung onto Yuudai's torso for dear life, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as the bike shot off, screeching through the parking lot dangerously. Riku couldn't even heart his little heart pounding wildly over the obnoxious roar of the bike as it raced down the highway toward the agency.

Ohhh, my gods! If I don't die, I swear…! I'll WALK through the snow next time! Wow… Yuudai-san- Er… Yuudai-sama smells funny… Like cigarettes and alcohol… Riku thought, but didn't dare move his face off Yuudai's back for fear of the bitter winter wind biting at his face. Although, he managed a wince as his bruised left cheek touched Yuudai's back as they rode down the road, turning onto the right road.

They pulled up along side the sidewalk slowly, the motorbike grumbling all the way. Riku groaned and couldn't help, but hang on a tad bit tighter.

"You're going to be the death of me!" He complained. Yuudai smirked.

"That was scary? You should see me off the main roads."

"NEVER!" Riku yelled and managed to get off the bike, almost falling over if Yuudai hadn't of grabbed the back of his coat, jerking him back to his feet and after him into the building. They stepped into the elevator, which creaked gently before pulling upwards.

"I can't wait to see the look on your boss's face when he sees yours." Yuudai mused aloud, drumming his fingertips together. Riku twitched, flashing him a dirty look before they walked out of the elevator. No one was in the lobby, except a familiar rusty haired model, who was filing his nails.

"Konnichi wa, Riku," Aoi cooed with a smirk, but it fell away when his eyes flashed and locked on Yuudai, "And who's…?" His voice drifted. Yuudai raised an eyebrow.

"You, you're Aoi? You're definitely just the way I remember." He stated. Riku blinked, surprised. Aoi paled and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Yuudai-sama…" He winced. Riku stomped his foot impatiently, glancing up at Yuudai in aggravation.

"You know him?" He demanded. Yuudai shrugged a little, purposely giving Aoi a predatory smirk to make him shiver.

"He's good at punching, I'll admit that. We shared a cell when I was arrested for a week after getting caught robbing some shop downtown… I was drunk, mind you, otherwise I wouldn't of been caught," Yuudai muttered as if the very thought of that night pissed him off, "But this little asswipe apparently slammed some kid's head into the pavement… So, we ended up sharing a cell and what a night that was. I think he learned the meaning of don't drop the soap." Riku gulped, cringing a little. Aoi actually went pink, tensing up as if preparing for a fight.

"Y-You wouldn't have gotten me if I had been paying attention!" He protested. Yuudai scowled at him and easily smacked him upside the head, like a teacher scolding their student.

"Shut up, idiot. I came here because you bruised my property." He stated firmly. Aoi held the side of his head tightly, then winced and laughed a little nervously.

"Haha, property? What property?" He asked, flinching again. Yuudai dropped his arm over Riku's head, like an arm rest, making Riku yelp a little.

"This one. He's mine. So is his little friend, Christian. Anyone you see with this kid here, is mine. Anything you see in his possession? Is mine. And YOU have to keep your paws off or else I'll have them chewed off." He explained. Riku couldn't speak he was so stunned.

Property? I'm-I'm not some kind of toy he can take out whenever he's bored! He's like a bossy little five-year-old on a playground! He thought angrily, tensing up slightly. Aoi blinked and gave Yuudai an almost sad puppy look.

"Whaaaa? What'd you mean yours?" He asked, pouting slightly. Yuudai smirked and brushed his fingers over Riku's hair, brushing it across his face and making Riku blush accidentally.

"Just as I said. He's my property. Do I have to tattoo my name on him or what?" He asked, making Riku yelp out loud.

"N-No way! No tattoos!" Riku cried, only to have Yuudai clasp a hand over his mouth before he was pulled against said man's chest. The jealousy in Aoi's eyes flared noticeably, but he didn't dare take a step toward the demon holding Riku.

"I see," Aoi finally said quietly, but his expression was still one of annoyance, "I get it… Sorry for trespassing…" Yuudai loved the hot sensation of power, of control that flooded his being. He knew his day was going to be great~

"Then I'm sure nobody would mind if I stuck around then, huh?" He asked.

"YES!" Riku yelled at the same time Aoi yelled, "NO!" Both models glared at each other, but Yuudai shrugged, letting go of Riku to fold his arms over his chest.

"Doesn't matter cuz either way I'm staying." Yuudai replied dryly.

"What the hell happened here?" Yuudai, Aoi, and Riku all looked up as Hideo approached them with Isabella at his side, yelping in horror. Hideo immediately took Riku's face in his hands, his expression cold and serious.

"Why is there a bruise on your face?" He demanded, his eyes flicking behind his glasses at Aoi for a split second. Aoi winced, jumping back angrily. Yuudai frowned, giving Hideo an annoyed look.

"Awww, poor Riku-chan," Isabella whined, waving her arms and causing her baggy purple shirt sleeves to fly about, "Someone hit you! Whoever it was, is cold hearted a terrible! Who could hit such a cute face?" She easily got past Hideo to hug Riku, who whined in distress. Hideo flashed Aoi a glare before looking at Yuudai.

"And you?" He asked. Yuudai stared at him flatly.

"Izumiya Yuudai." He deadpanned. Hideo frowned.

"Tsuchigaki Hideo… Pleasure to meet you. Will you be staying?"

"Hell yea." Yuudai retorted. Hideo tried not to smile, keeping as straight a face as possible.

"Excellent. I hope you enjoy your time here…"

Oh, very excellent. He thought contently.

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A/N: Oh my goodness, I pulled an all-nighter to write this, but I really liked how this turned out! I hope you guys feel the same! More lovely drama and sweet, sweet BL to come, dear readers! I'm like, spazzing with excitement. After a couple hours of sleep, I will be back to work! So, thanks so much for reading, hope the OCs are in character, and your reviews are SUPER LOVED~!