Disclaimer: I'm ready to write yaoi now.
Hiroki: I'm not ready.
Nowaki: I am, but you have to say the disclaimer first.
Chey: Oh right, I do not own—
Hiroki: Shut up! I said I'm not ready.
Nowaki: *covers Hiroki's lips with his*
Chey: Hehe, yummy. I own nothing!
Chapter Two, final part
Up in the Pediatrics Wing, Hiroki was greeted by the smirking face of Tsumori. "Ah, so you're not dead or beaten then."
Hiroki didn't even bother to deign that with an answer. He simply walked past. "Ah, Kamijou-kun, Nowaki isn't here."
Hiroki stopped. "Then where is he?"
"I'll tell you if you go on a date with me."
"As if!" Hiroki snapped out, decking Tsumori sharply.
"Easy, easy," he said with a smirk. "I told him to go home. He was too stressed and worried about you."
Hiroki nodded and turned and left. "What about my date?" Tsumori called.
Hiroki twitched his neck menacingly and kept walking. Arriving at home, Nowaki embraced him hard. "Hiro-san," he whispered against Hiroki's hair. "You're okay."
"Of course I am," Hiroki replied, his voice muffled by Nowaki's shoulder.
"Oh Hiro-san, I love you." He kissed Hiroki softly and their tongues danced briefly. All the stress from their respective days fell away in that kiss. Hiroki's arms wound around Nowaki's neck and gripped hard as Nowaki pinned him against a wall, two inches off the ground as they kissed passionately.
Nowaki pulled back and Hiroki went with him. He overbalanced and toppled to the floor with Hiroki on top. Hiroki, caught up in the moment simply leaned down and kissed his lover hard as he rested his hands on Nowaki's chest. Nowaki's heart kicked into overdrive as he stared at Hiro-san above him. He carefully raised his hands to rest on Hiroki's hips. After a second, they slid upward to untuck Hiroki's shirt and slip underneath. That soft, hot skin gave him the drive to shoot up and over, pinning the slimmer man beneath him.
Hiroki gasped sharply as the floor connected with his back. In rapid succession, both men were without clothes and kissing once more. Nowaki's hips ground against Hiroki's as he matched him thrust for thrust. Hiroki let out a small whimper when Nowaki broke the kiss and slid down to suckle a nipple.
"No…wa…ki…" Hiroki moaned under Nowaki's ministrations.
"Hiro-san, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured, his breath tickling Hiroki's damp nipple and making him cry out. Hiroki bucked his hips wildly and Nowaki choked back a smile. "I love you, Hiro-san." He reached down and gripped Hiroki's shaft, making him moan and buck his hips again. Nowaki smiled at the response and pumped him harder and harder as the pressure built in Hiroki's body. Hiroki clamped down, trying to fight the pressure.
He lost the fight, coming with a sharp growl. Nowaki panted and climbed up Hiroki's body to kiss him on the lips again. "Hiro-san," he whispered.
"Nowa…" Hiroki trailed off with a moan as Nowaki's fingertips slipped between his lover's cheeks. He pressed gently at the tight opening for a moment before he pushed his fingers inside. He widened the whole for a few seconds before Hiroki gasped out, "Hurry up!"
"But, Hiro-san—"
"Just do it already."
"Okay…" He pulled out his fingers and hoisted his lover's legs over his shoulders. He positioned himself and thrust into him. Hiroki cried out as pleasure and pain clouded his mind. In the haze, there was only Nowaki and Hiroki held onto him for dear life. Nowaki struck his prostate and at the same time, reached down and gripped his erection firmly. The result was a satisfying shout followed by waves upon waves of pleasure as Hiroki came a second time.
Hiroki flopped back as the pleasure raced through his body, multiplying with each of Nowaki's thrusts. Nowaki came, crying his lover's name finally and slumped against Hiroki's chest. "Hiro-san," he whispered, his voice muffled. "I love you."
Hiroki didn't answer. He was too busy breathing. He simply held his arms loosely around Nowaki's neck. That was how they drifted off to sleep.
…
"As a result of the Mitsuhashi University Riot yesterday, there were several reported injuries. Fortunately, none was life threatening and there will hopefully be no further incidences at the school." The news reported droned on in a high, simpering voice that reminded Misaki of Topeka on Pokémon. Of course, it was the only thing Misaki could hear over his own grunts and moans as Usagi-san thrust into him over and over again.
"Nnn, Usagi-san, stop."
Akihiko didn't answer. He was too busy being happy that his precious Misaki was alive and safe, if slightly bruised, and in his arms on the floor of the living room.
Misaki felt like he was melting and it felt so damn good. He arched his back as Akihiko place a nip to his jaw and a hard thrust in the same moment.
Pleasure radiated from his core outward, filling him with warmth. Another thrust had him and Akihiko coming in the same split second. Both cried out and sagged. Akihiko rested his head on Misaki's chest though he pulled the rest of his weight off the youth to lie on the floor. Misaki limply rolled to face Akihiko. "Usagi-san…" he murmured.
"What is it?"
"I…I love you," he whispered.
Akihiko's eyes widened for a moment then he smiled softly and nodded. "I love you too. I was so worried when I saw the riot, I—"
Misaki shook his head. He was thinking that if he'd died and never seen Akihiko again it would be horrible. He couldn't think about it anymore. He started to get up. "I need to make dinner."
"You can barely stand." Misaki stopped. A smirk crossed Akihiko's lips. "Were you planning on going upstairs to get dressed because you won't make it." Misaki grimaced and Akihiko continued. "Unless you were planning to cook wearing only an apron because that I have absolutely no problem with."
Misaki spun back and glowered. Of course Usagi was looking about two and half feet south of Misaki's eyes. Misaki's glare intensified when lust colored Usagi's eyes a deep purple. "You're horrible," he yelled and turned back stumbling to the stairs. He hobbled up gingerly, no looking back to see if Akihiko was still watching, which he was, every single move. "Asshole."
Akihiko only smirked.
…
Shinobu and Miyagi had had sex in a lot of places. Most of them in various places at Mitsuhashi and in their two apartments. However, Miyagi didn't think it had ever been on Hiroki's desk. This time was definitely a first. And it seemed more voracious than usual too. Shinobu was insatiable despite the pain he must have been in judging by the bruising. The kid's devotion was scary.
But his own obsession with such a young man was even scarier. This kid could shatter all of his resolve, every barrier he'd erected, every piece of darkness that still remained… If it wasn't so wonderful, he would have hated it.
"Miyagi!" Shinobu choked out. "I love you!"
Miyagi shuddered as Shinobu squeezed him tightly. It was making it hard to think; hard to form words. He chose instead to pull the boy into a powerful kiss that had them both gasping when they broke apart again.
"I love you too, brat."
And so ended the drama of the Mitsuhashi riot.
The End
Chey: Yay, I'm finally done with this story.
Misaki: The rest of us are as well.
Akihiko: I'm not. I want more Misaki.
Chey: Of course you do.
Misaki: I don't.
Chey: Anyway! Please review, I love you and thanks for reading.
~Cheyanne