Let Me Clean It

Nowaki x Hiroki

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica, and in Hiroki world, chapstick does not exist.

Hiroki's POV

'Painful? No.. It's not that they hurt a lot until they actually crack open... Dry? Well, yes, but that's still not the right word. Damn it, I'm a literature professor, I should know this stuff! Ah, irritating! That's the word! They're so irritating because they make it hard to talk, and when they crack open it hurts like hell! But I'd never admit that. To anyone. Not even Nowaki, although, I don't admit my feelings to him most of the time either..'

"Hiro-kun.. are you alright? You haven't moved for five minutes, and I even kissed you! Your lips felt a little different though.." I was awakened from my daze by that and only that.

"Wh-What?! You kissed me when I wasn't paying attention?! You won't get away with this! And, I'm sure that it's just your imagination.."

"We'll see, my little Hiro-kun."

'Woah.. what was that about? And is that lust in his eyes.. oh no.. I don't think this'll end well..'

I sighed. "Anyway, I have to grade this papers. So please don't do anything to me if I zone out except get me out of it. Maybe throw something at me."

He let out a "Hmmm," then said, "Nah, I could never throw somehing at Hiro-kun, I'd prefer the last way that I woke you." He wrapped his arms around my waste.

'Is it just me, or is this getting closer to going to the bed by every second?' I thought. I looked down at my paper. 'Oh geeze. Takahashi Misaki.. this is the first paper I have to grade.. he'll probably get such a bad grade that I won't want to grade the rest.. Oh well, I have to start somewhere, don't I?'

He looked through Misaki's paper. 'He actually wrote his report about harassment? Ahh, he must have done it warn Usagi-san. Well, this paper isn't half bad.. He'll get a 85%' Then I felt a nibbling at my ear..

"No-wa-ki." I said as I gave him a death glare. He didn't stop though.

"Hey, Nowaki! I need to finish!" I screamed. He stopped for a little, and I noticed some pain in my lips.

"Hiro-san.." he said.

"What?" Before I could say 'What's wrong?' he licked my lips. "Wha-What are you doing?"

He then said the most unprofessional thing a doctor could say. "Your lips were bleeding, and they needed to be cleaned. Don't want them infected do we? Then I couldn't kiss my little Hiro-san." Then he winked. His eyes were full with more lust.

"Idiot! Do it professionally! You're a doctor, aren't you?" I said. He nodded. Then licked them again.

"I just don't trust anything touching my Hiro-san's lips." He said. I blushed.

"O-oh.. so that's all?" Wait, wait, wait! Did I just say that?! Oh no, it must be this fake disease that I made up. I call it 'Lust Syndrome.' You can catch your partners lust. Oh, this was bad.

"Hiro-san, it's already 10:00, why don't we go lay down and have some fun?" He said. 'Fun'.. That's means.. doing it?!

"Uh.. I'd rather no--"

He nibbled on my ear and whispered, "It'll be fun, I promise."

I let out a slight moan, then said "A-alright." That's right, Lust Syndrome had taken over my body. He carried me to our room and plopped me on the bed. Then he stripped both of us of our clothes, and trailed kisses down my neck and torso.

"Nowaki..." I said. My voice sounded lustful, just like my eyes looked, and my body was. Damn it, this kid was going to pay for giving me his 'disease'. But not now, because even though I 'hate it', I really love it. Because I fell for the kid that gave me this so-called 'lust syndrome.'