Author's note: Finally, the sign I had been waiting for came ^ ^ so I'm posting these chapters. I'm sorry for taking so long dear readers, my excuses(and there are a lot of them) will be at the end of every chapter as always. I must thank all those that reviewed and added this to their story alerts and favorites. I love you all. I hope I have not disappointed your long time of waiting. Again, thank you. Without further ramble, here's chapter 11^ ^
This is purely fanmade, any similarities to any story is purely coincidental otherwise specified.
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica nor any of the characters
Sunday XX:XX
"ahhh....haa....haa...."
Heavy breathing.
"haa....ahhh...haaa...."
Sweat glistening.
"uhn......ahh.......hnnn"
Ropes clasping limp wrists.
"hnn.....ah...haaa.."
"--sa....sama..p--please... ahhh....."
Glazed over black eyes, sweat dripping from his dark hair and saliva on his chin. The muscles of the naked figure writhing on the ground glistened from sweat, reflecting from the solitary lamp shade at the corner. Another figure stood in front of him, clad in coat and tie, watched him with cold eyes.
"You have defied me" the powerful voice shook the figure on the ground.
"..---sa-sama...ahhhh... fo--forgive me... ple--please..haaaa..." the answering voice was too breathy it could not pass for a whisper.
The man with the cold voice slowly squats in front of the one on the ground. His big hands reached out to hold the shoulders of the other one, gently lifting him in a sitting position. The large hands traveled down the shoulders to the bound hands, gently loosening the ties.
"mas...master... plea--please.."
One hand came up and touch a sweaty cheek, brushing off the sweaty bangs that stuck to it. The naked man nuzzled on the hand on his cheeks, letting out a sigh. The man in front of him slowly decreased the gap between their faces and whispered to his ear.
"Rido, you have to be punished"
Rido's shudder was pronounced as a tongue licked his earlobe and caught it between teeth. The hand that took away the ropes binding him descended between his thighs. With slow deliberation, the hand wrapped, and with equal rigor, squeezed.
"ahhhh!......"
The younger man's moans filled the dark room. His rasping breath getting caught now and again. The hand continued pumping pleasure that brought agony as well, Rido knew he won't be allowed to come.
Suddenly, the hand stopped and retreated. Rido tried to clear his hazy eyes to watch his master stand up. He heard the rustle of cloth and a zipper being pulled down. He looked up at his master's eyes, no longer cold, but lust-filled instead.
"Repent"
Monday 01:24
The night was still, as peaceful as any autumn night in Japan could be. The silence inside the apartment was only broken by the steady ticking of a clock somewhere and the babble of a television showing some random commercial in a corner, completely ignored by the two men sitting across one another, a small table between them.
One of them had silver bangs covering bloodshot eyes, hands clasped in front of his nose with his elbow resting on his knees. His breathing is shallow; the cup of tea in front of him untouched. His shoulders are slumping a bit, as if it was carrying some sort of heavy load. He is the unmistakable picture of a deeply troubled man.
The man across, on the other hand, showed only surprise, no, it was beyond surprise. He was shocked. His right arm holding the cup of tea is hanging in mid air while his other arm hangs limply at his side; eyes bulging wide and mouth gaping at the stunning revelation of his childhood friend.
"Ta-takahashi Misaki?"
The professor's mind automatically shuffled through his inner library, stopping in front of a little shelf entitled "students" and in about 0.03 second, he had located one entry named "Takahashi Misaki". Immediately, the student's features and grades flashed before his ever-quick mind.
"You were screwing with one of my students?!" Hiroki's voice was laced with accusation and disbelief. Akihiko just held his gaze, not bothering to answer the rhetoric question. Unbeknownst to Akihiko, Hiroki is having an internal turmoil.
Hiroki couldn't believe it. Sure enough he knew that there was someone in Akihiko's life, someone that's making him happy, someone that's reciprocating his love. He just never thought to ask who it is; it was enough for Hiroki to know that his bestfriend had finally found happiness after a decade of suppressed unrequited love. Aside from that, whenever they do get together, they mostly talk about books and other stuff, stuff that doesn't include their sex lives. His musings shed another light, particularly on Akihiko's past love and his current lover's name.
"Takahashi"
The professor's eyes, if possible, bulged wider.
"This lover of yours, he…he is not related to Takahiro isn't he?" Please tell me that he isn't! Hiroki fervently hope that he had made a mistake, there are a lot of Takahashis in Japan anyway, right? Right?
"In fact, he is. He's Takahiro's younger brother" Akihiko replied in a grave voice.
Hiroki, very slowly laid the teacup on the table and exhaled loudly, still processing another shocking disclosure. He was thinking of Misaki, looking for any semblance to Takahiro that he might have missed. He had been that boy's professor for two literature subjects and he had never made the connection. He had a lot of students but there are those few that struck him as odd; Odd and cute if he would be very honest with himself. Misaki was one of them. The boy's grade wasn't one of those failing ones, in fact he was quite good but he was one of those that always catch Hiroki's dreaded attention. He remembered that the boy often fell asleep at his class or inconspicuously have this dreamy glazed look causing Hiroki to throw books at him. He could even swear that there were times when he thinks that Misaki comes to class like he had just jerked himself off or rather, someone jerked him off.*
A few woosh drifted up the apartment, announcing very light traffic outside, a flash report now showing at the still ignored television. Someone sighed exaggeratedly, shattering the silence.
"Hiroki, please, he being Takahiro's younger brother and a student of yours is unimportant, what I'm—"
"Unimportant?! Of course it's important! You're screwing with your ex-love's younger brother, a student, someone 10 years younger than you!" Hiroki exclaimed.
His accusing gaze met cold, agonized ones. Akihiko's eyes squinted a bit before he spoke with contempt.
"And you are not?" Akihiko challenged.
"…. Huh? I… where did you…I mean... Nowaki's just 4 years younger! And he's finishing med school already!" Hiroki blurted out, flustered for having his queries thrown back at him.
"Your lover is still younger than you and no matter what you say, he is still a student. Aside from that, you're also the one under so I think you shouldn't be lecturing me, I'm always on top" Akihiko's statement overflowed with confidence, knowing exactly that he had struck a nerve, rendering Hiroki speechless.
Hiroki's cheeks flamed pink, brows furrowing. How the heck did he know that I'm uke?!" his mind screamed furiously.
He crossed his arms and looked away, his know-it-all bestfriend was the evident winner, he wouldn't say anything anymore, he had a feeling that it'll just be turned against him.
"So you were asking me to keep an eye out for him at school?"
"Yes"
"And call you when I see him?"
"Yes"
"And improvise something to make him come to the office, like a detention of some sort?"
"Yes"
"And never let him out of my sight 'till you came?"
"Yes"
"And to tie him or lock him up when necessary?"
"Yes"
Hiroki swiveled around to face him and dropped his hands on the table glaring.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
For the second time that night, Hiroki found himself glaring at his old buddy. But Akihiko maintained his look, holding Hiroki's gaze, he answered quite directly.
"No. I am not fucking you and no, I am not kidding you"
Hiroki's jaw dropped. Doesn't this man know what tact means? Well, he should have known, they've been friends since grade school. Sighing in defeat, he massaged the place between his brows, he suddenly felt exhausted. He glanced at his phone, noting that it was almost 2 in the morning. And his class starts at 8:30.
"Argh, fine. I'll do what you want. But you need to get some rest now, you look like hell" Hiroki declared, getting up. I need rest too you know.
Akihiko followed suit, grasping both Hiroki's hand.
"Thank you. You really are my one true friend; this kindness will not go unpunished" Akihiko declared, brightening a bit.
Hiroki was yet again surprised, he swiftly took his hands back and pushed Akihiko out the apartment. He couldn't bear to look at those eyes again. In fact, he didn't wish to see that expression from his bestfriend ever again. It was worse now, worse than how Akihiko fared when he was still in love at Takahiro. He must have loved that boy very much.
"There, stop searching for now, no one would be out at this cold and time of night. I'll call you tomorrow when I see him" when I find him actually, and you can bet that I'd lock him up once I get my hands on him. The rest of the sentence was left unsaid on Hiroki's mind.
With one last fleeting glance, Akihiko shook his hand and thanked him, then headed home.
The red sports car's engine came to life, like an angry beast, destroying the tranquility of the night. Hiroki remained outside his door; he had just remembered that he forgot to ask Akihiko to specify the "something happened" statement of his earlier, before he launched a description of his lover. But he was gone now, all Hiroki could do is to watch the car's taillights disappear on the far end of the road. Oh well, I could ask him some other time.
Rubbing his eyes and yawning, he turned around to enter his apartment.
"Oof!"
Something hard and big bumped on him. Or rather, he bumped on it.
A/N: maybe you're asking "what the?? don't you get tired of cliffhangers??" or "oh whoa whoa..wait, this one's rated K+ right? right?" or "where's the next chap?" or if you noticed "wait, the opening Author's note was like those in chp 9 and 10"
well, they ARE the same because i posted them simultaneously although all these three chapters have been finished quite some time ago. like i said i was waiting for a sign before i post these. and dont worry, i changed the rating already.
* well, my gay and guy friends said they can really tell if someone just got screwed. i dont get it myself but anyway i put it here^ ^
and....you know the routine....please review^ ^ i want to know if this one's enough, i once tried to edit them but i ended up changing the story line so i don't want to do it again T.T
the next update will be next year so please stay with me!
Have a Junjou day minna-san!
[listening to Papercut]