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TITLE: Junjou Romantica 3 – Bonus CD 1 Alt.name: TVアニメ『純情ロマンチカ3』Vol.1 ラマCD「純情ロマンチカ～大学1年生編～」 Base on manga by Released Date: September 25, 2015 Contents: 1 Track & Booklet Format: MP3 Casting: Various Artists Tracklist: [Drama CD] ドラマCD「純情ロマンチカ〜大学1年生編〜」 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Download >> Junjou Romantica 3 – Bonus CD 1 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DO NOT POST/SHARE MY PASSWORD ANYWHERE. IF YOU DO I WILL TAKE DOWN THE LINK IMMEDIATELY! *Password: notime4L0Zrs

Summary: Miyagi receives a phone call from the naughty Shinobu. The phone call makes Miyagi to have a "hard" day. When he arrives home, he makes Shinobu pay for that. Status: Complete Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own Junjou Romantica. That honor belongs to it's creator Nakamura Shungiku. This was written for a Table Prompt (Erection) over at lover100 on livejournal. ************* It started out as an average day for Miyagi You at Mitsuhashi University where he taught Japanese Literature. He'd given his classes a variant of an exam, all of which he'd be taking home over the weekend to correct, at least the short essay questions, for the rest of the exam had been done using a bubble sheet to which he would use the scan-tron to correct that portion. While there had been a number of questions on Matsu Basho, there were a considerable number of other questions not directly or even indirectly about that particular seventeenth century poet. In between classes he ran the first couple of classes scan-tron sheets through the machine, it was quick and efficient and allowed him extra time to just sit back in his chair and light up a cigarette and took a long drag as he took a moment to relax. Any minute now he was sure that his assistant would come in and complain about the cancer stick, he'd grown even more irritating since shacking up with that medical student of his. Closing his eyes as he took another drag his cell began ringing, the ring tone, Addicted by Saving Abel letting him know just who was on the other end of the line. I'm so addicted to all the things you do When you're rollin' round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It's unlike anything, when you're lovin' me Before the entire ring tone repeated itself Miyagi had flipped it open, "Hello Shinobu-chin. Aren't you supposed to be in class over at Teito?" He could almost hear Shinobu's adorable little scowl as the young man asked, "Alzheimer's' already Miyagi?" To which he himself frowned. "What are you talking about Shinobu-chin?" He leaned over his desk to crush out his cigarette. "I told you last night, I only had morning classes today as the afternoon ones were canceled, because the professors had to be at a meeting." Miyagi stood up and walked over to the couch, "And what are you doing now Shinobu-chin?" "Laying down." "Are you not feeling well?" He asked as he was about to sit down, his eyes just about popping out at Shinobu's next words. "On your bed...and I'm not wearing anything." Miyagi plopped down on the couch, mouth agape trying to think of something coherent to say. "Damn it Shinobu-chin, I'm at work and I can't drop everything right now." "Did I ask you to?" Running his free hand over his face he sighed, "No, but then why would you call to tell me that?" "So that you know, when you do finish work and get home, I'll still be here, waiting for you Miyagi." On the other end of the line, Shinobu's face was turning beet red, the color going all the way up to the tip of his ears. "I c-can't wait u-until y-you get home a-and th-thrust your b-big c-cock inside m-my e-eager little h-hole." As his Shinobu-chin had continued speaking, Miyagi's lips had felt like they'd gone dry, with his tongue - he moistened them, clearing his throat with a cough. Even though the young man seventeen years his junior had stuttered a few of his words, it was nevertheless erotic. The words were arousing as his pants had begun to feel a bit tight with the last few words his young lover had uttered coupled with the fact that Shinobu-chin was naked on his bed, for he'd never known Shinobu to be dishonest. Well no, that wasn't quite true, but his smaller lover hadn't been able to hide the truth, which meant he couldn't really lie well at all and probably rarely if ever tried except perhaps by omission. Glancing toward the door to his office with midnight blue eyes, seeing it was closed he leaned back against the cushions, asking, "What else Shinobu-chin?" The young man with short dirty blond hair hadn't exactly thought his call through, but he managed to reply, though some of his words were stuttered. "Miyagi," he spoke softly, slowly on the phone to try and not stutter and so he had time to think too, "you'll run your fingertips over my body, slowly, twisting my nipples," he moaned over the phone. "Shinobu-chin? Are, are you touching yourself?" "Y-yes...I'm imagining its you, here, touching me, g-getting ready to f-fuck me." Miyagi groaned at those words, a tent pitching in his pants, making him so fucking uncomfortable as he imagined sinking his cock into Shinobu. "Fuck, Shinobu-chin, you're really going to get it, hard, when I get home later." Shinobu's whimper only caused Miyagi to groan again, wishing it were the end of the day already so he could be home with his young, eager and waiting lover. The next few hours were going to be hell to get through, certain that they would drag. "Miyagi," Shinobu sighed softly, "how deep can you go? When you get home, lets find out." He would never have suspected Shinobu could have such a dirty way with words, but it was so damn arousing, his erection ached, straining against the material of his pants. He was about to unbutton when he heard footsteps outside the door, his eyes flying to it he watched the doorknob turn. Standing up he hurried back over to his desk, sitting in his chair hurriedly before the evidence could be witnessed by whomever was about to enter the room. "I'll see you after work," and hung up, his words rushed as Kamijou Hiroki and the departments head, Takatsuki-san appeared, stepping into the room. Takatsuki-san smiled at Miyagi, "Hello Miyagi-kun. I and Kamijou-kun were just discussing this weekends upcoming conference in Honshu." He had completely forgotten about that and that the three of them were supposed to get together for lunch, which was in about twenty minutes. One brow twitched, praying that his erection would be no more by then. If it had just been Kamijou in the room he would have stood up and left for the bathroom to take care of his condition. However in front of their boss, it was an all together different story and at one time their boss had been his father-in-law making the situation so much worse. He'd be bound to ask questions he wasn't prepared to answer. "I was just finishing scanning these scan-tron sheets for my morning classes," he didn't want them to realize he'd completely forgotten about their meeting, only because that damn little brat had called and been too fucking sexy on the phone. Kamijou on the other hand looked at him sharply, suspiciously taking note of Miyagi's twitching brow. The little devil assistant of his turned to the dean, "Sir, do you have the Tsukayo file with you?" The dean blinked and double checking he turned to the meticulously clean desk of Kamijou Hiroki, setting his briefcase on the surface to rummage through it, allowing Miyagi enough time to stand and don his knee length coat. It was a lucky thing it was so long so that he could hide the embarrassing evidence of his arousal, though he noticed Kamijou's silent snicker. Takatsuki-san, "It looks as though I do have the Tsukayo file Kamijou-kun. Although is there a reason we need it?" Miyagi, "Actually, there is. Tuskayo has decided to attend the conference this weekend." A weekend he knew Shinobu wasn't going to be happy about, since they wouldn't be together for an entire two days and three nights. Which meant that tonight he'd just have to screw Shinobu to exhaustion to try and make up for those nights they would miss. It wasn't long after that, that the three of them left the building of Mitsuhashi University, everyone riding in Miyagi's vehicle to arrive at the designated restaurant for that day's meeting. The dark haired man in his mid-thirties however had found walking from his and Kamijou Hiroki's shared office to the parking lot where his car awaited difficult, each movement causing him to become all the more aware of his still aroused state. He couldn't get it out of his head the things that Shinobu had told him over the phone, even though his father was sitting right next to him in the front passenger seat of his car with Kamijou behind them. Anytime he felt himself starting to go limp, Takatsuki-san would bring up his son and that would lead back to Miyagi's conversation with him, but only in his head thankfully otherwise things could have become awkward and tense had he spoken his thoughts aloud. All throughout their meeting, before, during and after they ordered, he continued to shift uncomfortably in his seat across from the Dean of Mitsuhashi's Literature Department and Kamijou. He scowled warningly at his subordinate as the short brunette dared to smirk at him knowingly. He'd get the little devil back. He leaned over the table, "Kamijou, do you mind if I borrow your cell, mines batteries seem to have died and I need to message someone real quick, its very important." Kamijou, probably thinking it was Shinobu whom Miyagi wanted to message gave a sideways glance to their boss whom happened to be Shinobu's father. Perhaps if it had been anyone else in the world the cinnamon brown eyed brunette would not have lent Miyagi the cell, more than likely out of fear for what could happen. Miyagi however upon flipping the phone open looked quickly into Kamijou's contacts list and seeing Kusama Nowaki as the first name on the list he clicked that to send a text message. 'Tonight use me as your toy and show me how a real man fucks.' Closing the phone he handed it back to his assistant whom eyed his satisfied smirk with a frown and his usual furrowed brows questioningly as he slipped it into his pants pocket. It was only too bad he wouldn't be witness to the scene that would cause.

Hey guys! Junjou Romantica is SOO addictive I only watched a few episodes and I'm already sucked in! I'm new to this series so I have a few questions, if a sweet fan would help me n' answer them I would really appreciate it! ^^ And please NO SPOILERS at all! I barely made it through half of S1 yet 1. I know they've released 3 seasons so far but how many episdes does each season have (in total)? I go on different online sites and some only show 8 episodes on season 1 while others show 12 episodes or more and etc. it's so confusing so I just want to make sure I don't miss anything and watch them in the order they come. 2. About how long is each episode? (just want to make sure if I watched the full version or just a part of it) 3. What are the best sites to Watch them full version, online and uncensored? Thanks!

Title: Junjo Romantica, Junjo Romantica: Pure Romance, 純情ロマンチカ, Junjō Romanchika, Pure-Hearted Romantica Genres: comedy, drama, romance, yaoi Running time: 30 min/ episode Number of episodes: 12 ep/season; 2 seasons Plot Summary: Misaki is suddenly having some unexpected and odd problems. What started as a need for some college entrance exam tutoring has somehow led him to being romanced by a suave older man who also happens to be his big brother’s best friend. Confused by all of his brand new emotions, Misaki struggles to deal with his suddenly very odd life. And if that wasn’t enough, his suitor, Usami, has plenty of issues of his own. A man-child who decorates his room in giant teddy bears and toys, Usami is a famous novelist who also writes steamy boys’ love novels on the side. When Misaki cracks open one of these books and reads sentences like “Misaki licks every inch of Usami’s hot body”…well, let’s just say that all hell breaks loose. Download: For Season 1 subbed in English, go here: Junjou Romantica (Eng Subs) Watch Junjou Romantica Season 1 Online (HD Quality): Junjou Romantica Season 1 Online Season 2 (watch it in BSPlayer or VLC Player) EP 01 EP 02 EP 03 EP 04 EP 05 EP 06 EP 07 EP 08 EP 09 EP 10 EP 11 EP 12 DVD Special Junjou Romantica Watch Junjou Romantica Season 2 Online (HD Quality): Junjou Romantica Season 2 Online Junjou Romantica, Egoist and Terrorist anime were licensed long time ago. Since the Company announced they'd report and sue all the online site providing links, YO isn't and won't be updating links to download Junjou. Sorry for the inconveniences.

Can anyone paint me a clearer picture on Usami Akihiko (Usagi-san)? I really don't get it...sure he's simple-minded (gets happy with commoner chocolate, toys etc) which is why he gets jealous easily. Very straight forward in what he wants (writing and Misaki) and only wants to do what he wants to do... but after rereading the manga again I got confused with his motivations. In ch.80/act. 39 wherein Misaki wants to work hard to get people's approval of their relationship after talking with Usagi-san's dad...Usagi-san says that he can't and that he feels uneasy?? Ugh so confused as to why, can anyone help??

Hello and good evening! I would like to try an RP based off Saeki-ichi Hatsukoi (or Junjou Romantica if anybody prefers that). It doesn't even have to be that romantic and dramatical if you dislike that. I just love the ideas of the stories that both Animes hold. If you are interested, don't hesitate to send me a PM and let's discuss the details! Thank you for reading this! Rin

A friend of mine told me today that she heard that Junjou Romantica will be released as Live Action. Has anybody heard anything about that???? Hope it is true!!!!!!!!!!!

Good news to all Junjou Romantica fans out there. Season 3 has been confirmed with a schedule. http://m.crunchyroll.com/article/?id=113627

3RD SEASON IS FOR SURE *o* MINNA-SAN... The so long awaited Junjou Romantica Season 3 is FINALLY announced to be in the process of being set into an ANIME... Since we all already know, there were so many lovely spin-offs for this amazing MANGA... Including Junjou Romantica, there were Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi with all its seasons & OVA's, and lately Hybrid Child is set to be aired very much soon... Oh, what a joy of having all those lovely YAOI anime in our reach... Stay alert so we can all enjoy the newly upcoming season... For more info, please visit: ANN Enjoy & Scream as Much as You Want

Anyone know a good yaoi anime except for sekaiichi hatsukoi and junjou romantica? Anyways, do you know some links to sekaiichi hatsukoi and junjou romantica ending with eng sub? Bc I can't find it ):

Hi all! I really love this anime and would LOVE to download it in eng subs but I can't find workable download links anywhere!!!! Any kind souls can share workable links here?

Here's the link~ http://quizilla.teennick.com/quizzes/12025529/which-junjou-romantica-character-are-you-pictures-detailed-questions And here's my result~ Misaki Takahashi! You are Misaki Takahashi! You are the total cliché of an uke. Misaki is an orphan whose parents died in an accident when he was 10, which he blames himself for. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, which is why he needed Usagi-san to tutor him. He’s basically the main character of the whole series. Misaki is a good cook and does all the housework for Usagi-san as well. He is a determined, hardworking person, but the bad things about him are that he is constantly in denial over how he feels about Usagi-san, he is always afraid to care about himself and tries not to be a burden on others, and he is slightly self conscious. Pick up line of choice: “I think…I might love you.” Pairing: Romantica The story reminds me of myself....just a little or a bit different...*wipes away tears*

Not New News, News {Junjou Romantica game} Now i know the news is meant only for New pieces of information but i felt like this is something that is highly over looked and forgotten about, and possibly something quite a few people would to hear about. The above is a trailer for the game. Now the majority of Boy Love fans will know there's an anime and manga for the much loved Junjou Romantica but, did you know there is a game? Yes that's right a game. Now there isn't much information on the game as it is only in Japanese ): but, it is able to play in almost any PlayStation 2 console. The is no English patch for the game, so if you don't speak or read Japanese, sorry. The majority of the game is based around the Anime ,as far as i can tell, and is filled with lots a of little mini games in between the chat dialog. You may still be able to purchase a copy of the game on sites like Amazon or ebay. Selling price: N/A.

My favorite one is well Junjou Romantica. Its so cute, funny and well I love it. My favorite couple is Akihiko and Misagi and also Nowaki and Hiro. Cute cute couples. I love how they fell in love with each other. Can you guys recommend me some really good animes like Junjou Romantica..?

Hello!!! I started actually watching Yaoi just a few weeks ago tanks to one of my new friends here in Germany, she spoke about it so much so I just had to see if it really was so good as she said...and.... bang.. now I am stuck :hamtaro-005 (5): I have to say that Junjou Romantica is one of my favorites and I think that I am not the only one :hamtaro-005 (23): So I wanted to say hello and I hope that everyone are going to have a really fun time here // Makoto90

Synopsis: Isaka is secretly in love with his caretaker and former childhood friend Asahina. However, Asahina seems to be obsessed with Isaka's father... or so it seems. Author: Nakamura Shungiku Genre: Shounen Ai & yaoi. it's nice and that is Bonus manga featuring Isaka and Asahina that is included with the limited edition of the anime DVD.but i can't find that dvd ..i heard This story is tied into Junjou Romantica, involving Akihiko's editor and his secretary, ten years before the beginning of the original Junjou Romantica plot line.The chapters do not appear in the Junjou Romantica volumes, they come as a bonus when you buy the Junjou Romantica DVD's.but i already buy it..and i cant found the extra Part about them >

Summary: After a long shift,Tamura gets ready for a party. Later, Haruiko and Akimitsu join him. While the party is going on, the three of them explore new ways of pleasure. Status: Complete Disclaimer: I neither own nor claim to own Junjou Romantica, that honor belongs to its creator, Nakamura Shungiku. Author Note: This was a present for someone over on ffnet, but I thought I'd post it here too. I do hope readers get some enjoyment out of reading this. Before you read please note that Tamura is Tsumoi, Nowaki's senpai. Akimitsu however is an OC who was created by someone I rp with via MSN/AIM as Shinobu's cousin. Please enjoy. Haunted Attractions Walking down the halls of the Tokyo University Hospital, medium brown eyes caught sight of black hair in a white lab coat. It was his kouhai, Kusama Nowaki. "Hey No~wa~ki!" Called out the doctor with dark dirty blonde-brown hair, waving. He was about to go home for the day and although he was exhausted he somehow had managed to retain some energy. As the dark haired younger man turned around, he also caught sight of a shorter mans naturally reddish brown tresses. Smirking, he hurried up to Nowaki, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "I see you have Kamijo~u here! Are you two planning on attending the party tonight?" He hadn't a clue that Nowaki wasn't the only other doctor to arrive for the second shift, because the tall man and the short man were blocking him from view. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brushed a little kiss over Nowaki's cheek. "I'd love to see Kamijou get wild on the dance floor," he snickered. Nowaki's eyes widened, "Senpai!" He frowned. Kamijou's hand curled into a fist, "Tsumori!" He growled, but before he could throw the punch, the blonde standing next to him who was about the literature professors height caught it. "Don't worry about Tamura, Kamijou-san, I'll take care of him." 'Shit!' He was in trouble now, especially if Akimitsu decided to call up Haruhiko. Really, he'd only been teasing the pair of them, it was too hard to resist with how they both reacted. However, getting into trouble with Akimitsu or Haruhiko was bad, bad, bad! Kamijou stared down into bright, glittering green eyes, continuing to frown. "Fine! Take care of the bastard. Why you even keep him is beyond me." As soon as his wrist was released from Akimitsu's hold, Nowaki wrapped his arms around him. "Hiro-san," whispered the dark haired doctor into his ear, "We should leave the two of them... to whatever it is they're going to do." The two left the room, leaving Tamura behind with the shorter blonde. A blonde who looked very irritated as he glowered up at him. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you Tamura. Why you persist on baiting them I don't know. However it is not acceptable behavior. You know you're not supposed to feel up or kiss others." He knew Akimitsu was right, but sometimes it was just too hard not to tease them, especially Kamijou more so than his partner Nowaki. That sourpuss faced man was just too easy to goad. Why Nowaki found Kamijou cute, he still hadn't yet figured out. Right now though, he could feel and hear his heart racing as though he'd just had his brains fucked out. Which might just happen if Akimitsu decided to tattle on him to their other lover, the man they lived with, Haruhiko. When the two worked together against him, it just was all the more exhausting and twice as difficult to resist. His glance fell to the floor. "I'm sorry Master Aki..." Akimitsu's feet spread apart slightly, the toe of one foot tapping on the tile of the floor, his arms crossed over his torso. "I'm sorry isn't going to cut it Tamura. I, however have to get to work. We'll discuss this after the party, if Haruhiko will still let us go after what you just pulled." Tamura's head snapped back and stared at the younger man. "That means... you're going to tell... Haruhiko?" The smirk that formed on that innocent looking countenance had him quivering slightly. "Of course I'm going to tell Haru. He always thinks of the funnest punishments for you when you've been naughty, Pet. We could probably combine ideas too. A hug is one thing, but a kiss? You're just lucky it wasn't on the lips." Not like that would matter to his other Master, Haruhiko. He always blew everything way out of proportion. He blinked when Akimitsu stepped up to him and lightly stroked the back of one hand over his cheek. "You should get home and ready for tonight's party. I might be nice enough to wait until after the party to tell Haru about what a naughty pet you've been Tamura." With a small nod, he was about to turn, but not before he felt a smaller hand grip his hair and pull him down for a brief passionate kiss. "I like that you're growing your hair out like we suggested, but I guess it'll take awhile before its long enough for you to wear a ponytail." He watched Akimitsu whirl around, pick up a clipboard and exit the room. He did wonder as he left the hospital minutes later after checking out, what was going to happen later that day when Haruhiko found out. At least Akimitsu hadn't ordered him to do anything embarrassing right after the incident. Then again it was eating him inside what it could possibly be that the younger man would want to combine with whatever punishment Haruhiko might think up. Instead of returning home right away, he'd stopped in to purchase a few snack items. Both healthy and non-healthy for guests who'd be at the party held on the ball room floor of the Usami household. He knew the kitchen staff, maids, butlers and others could have handled it quite well, but there were things he wished to have. Then at another store he bought a few decorations. At least they couldn't tell him, despite being their Pet, what he could and could not purchase for himself or others. Well, to a certain extent anyway. It was a few hours later, heading toward evening when he'd finished shopping. After he'd arrived home at the Usami mansion, which even after living with his two Masters for over a year now thanks to Haruhiko putting pressure on he and Akimitsu both, he sighed. As always, the place was like a maze and swore it was too easy to get lost. Still, he managed to find their quarters on the fifth story. An entire floor that had been built over the others, just for Haruhiko himself. There were many who thought him quite lucky to have a rich, no, two rich lovers. It wasn't their money though which appealed to him and although he might get nervous or worry about punishment, it just meant to him that he was being loved. Tonight's punishment, after the party, would stem from their jealousy over him teasing Nowaki and his partner, Kamijou. He knew he'd overstepped the boundaries, but had he known Akimitsu were there, he probably wouldn't have done something quite so foolish. As his mind drifted to possible punishment, despite any nervousness he might have, his cock hardened. They'd trained him, his body so well. Sometimes he thought too well. Why was he the pet, he sometimes wondered, but then remembered. It was so that he could be with Akimitsu, but somewhere along the way all three of them had fallen in love with each other. Of course, there were those who said their relationship was wrong, not just because they were all men, but because they believed that one person could only truly love one person romantically and one person only at one time. That was not always the case and he'd learned this, through his relationship with Akimitsu and Haruhiko, his Masters. Shaking his head, he walked into his bedroom. They each had a separate one, although usually all three of them slept together in the same bed. Haruhiko's California king size, although he swore it was thrice that size, surely custom made. Really, he was just trying to distract himself from thoughts of what might possibly happen as the night wore on. About to go into the shower, he stopped and stared at the articles of clothing on his bed. Was it what they wanted him to wear to the party? Were they seriously going to have costumes, but he could have just gone as a doctor. Obviously they had other plans. It looked as though they were going with costumes which resembled that of a BL video games characters from Togainu no Chi. He didn't know who Haruhiko or Akimitsu were going as, but from what he could tell of his costume he knew who he was going as. There was an orange shirt, but it looked as though from the midriff it had been torn. Even the short sleeves themselves had a couple of tears on each side. The pants which went with it were a cross between light beige and a hint of green. He blinked down at the collar, he usually didn't have to wear it, but he supposed it went with the costume. At least there weren't any hand cuffs and chains to go with the ensemble. Too bad the black coat with the gray faux fur was missing. Also the dagger, but that was a dangerous weapon. 'They forgot a wig and colored contacts too. It'd be more authentic then.' He again wondered about the others costumes, but picked up that which lay upon his bed and took it to the shower room which connected off his bedroom. About twenty minutes later he emerged from the shower room, dry save for his hair remaining damp and wearing the costume, including the collar that went with it. Sitting in front of a vanity mirror he picked up a brush and began to work on his hair. He frowned at his reflection, muttering, "I look like an idiot. We should all just go as ourselves, two doctors and a business man that sometimes likes to dabble in architecture." Talking aloud to himself didn't help matters and just as he was setting the brush down his cellphone went off. It seemed he had an incoming text. Flipping his cell open, he quirked a brow. It was from Haruhiko. Seeing that name, he paled. What if Akimitsu had already told him? Inhaling sharply, he slowly expelled his breath while his pulse accelerated, clicking to read the message he'd been sent. 'Pet, I hear you've been a bad boy.' The way Haruhiko talked to him, whether by word of mouth or text was so degrading. At least he usually only did it when he'd gotten himself into trouble or when they were all highly aroused. But that wasn't the end of the text. 'I heard what you did at the hospital from Aki-chan. You've displeased your masters. Later you'll receive your full punishment, however you are to put on the strap on vibrator as soon as you've read this message and wear it tonight at the party. That is only part of your punishment Pet. Should we find you have disobeyed...' Here, Haruhiko had trailed off, leaving him to guess what might, or rather what would happen if he were not to do as commanded. He could feel himself turning a brilliant shade of crimson as he didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or angry, perhaps a bit of both. Yet at the same time, having read the text he'd been sent, his cock had grown harder and uncomfortably strained against the pants he wore. Before he could even take care of it, he got one last message. 'And don't even think about jacking off. - &heart Akimitsu.' Haruhiko must have gone to visit Akimitsu at the hospital, otherwise why would Akimitsu have sent that after Haruhiko had sent the other? The two as usual were in cahoots. He grumbled as he locked the bedroom door and had to remove the pants and boxer briefs he'd just put on, setting them aside as he lay down against the pillows of his bed. From the nightstand he picked up a universal remote control and turned on the video camera for recording and glared at it. This too, was another form of humiliation having to record what he was doing for their viewing pleasure. Mostly, Haruhiko's. He knew Akimitsu at least would be fine with him not being taped. He turned his head away, his face hot with embarrassment as he dug into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of Sliquid Swirl Pink Lemonade lubricant. They wouldn't even let him pick out anything. After all a true pet doesn't have money and so can't really purchase anything. But he was a human and had a job, a very respectable job. He was just glad that none of his patients had gotten wind of this. Akimitsu surely was as well. His gaze turned back toward the video camera as he spread his legs while twisting the cap on the lube. He glared at the strap on vibrator, thinking it just cruel of them to make him wear it to the freaking party of all places! Still to even argue with them was to earn further punishment and he didn't even want to go there. Curse his body too, for getting so excited. When his fingers were slick with the gel, he closed the bottle and let it lay aside next to the toy that he'd been ordered to adorn that night. With his dry hand he lightly stroked his fingertips down his sternum, caressing his abdomen and finally those fingers encircled his cock. He gulped, his body slightly convulsing at just that simple touch, his body thanks to them had grown all too sensitive. How could he possibly refrain from jacking-off? With a slight turn of his head, a whimper escaped him as his lube covered fingers lightly kneaded his balls, pressing against his perineum before finding their way to his anus. At least, neither Master Haruhiko nor Master Akimitsu were watching the video right then, but his body still felt flush, since they'd see it later. He sucked in a breath as he pressed two fingers inside his ass. Truly, he'd gotten used to at least one of them fucking him every day. There was no rest for him, unless his two masters wore themselves out by fucking each other more than once. Of course they'd decided that if they were exhausted, they still liked a show or to use any new toy they could find or ones that they'd found particularly useful. They loved to hear him beg, to hear him scream. Haruhiko seemed to get some kind of sadistic pleasure out of it. Akimitsu too, but of the two, Akimitsu was by far the gentler. Not that he didn't get pissed off as well. Thinking about them as he stroked his penis and thrust his fingers inside his ass, he only grew further aroused. With extreme effort he removed his hand from around his erection which felt as though it were throbbing with the need to be touched. So badly did he want release, but neither did he want to be in any deeper shit with either his masters. Too, he removed his fingers from his ass and picked up the strap on vibrator. It had two vibration parts, both shaped like ovals. He wrapped one around his cock, close to his balls and the other, which was a slightly different size, he slowly pushed into his ass. It went far enough and brushed over a spot that had a small moan escape him. He didn't feel like turning on the vibration function as he carefully used tissue paper to clean up any access lube and redressed in his full costume. With a sigh, he turned the recorder off. Frowning as he walked about to make sure the preparations for the party were finished, he felt weird walking around wearing that hidden under his clothes. An hour later the first guests began to arrive, luckily coinciding with the return of Haruhiko and Akimitsu. Haruhiko smirked, resting a hand on Akimitsu's mid back. "Hello Pet." Akimitsu smiled softly at him, "Hi Tamura." Tamura wished he'd call him by his actual name sometimes, like Akimitsu did. It took him a moment to notice what the two were wearing So, Haruhiko had decided to go dressed up as Shiki and Akimitsu as Rin. Although not many people went as adult Rin he imagined. Whenever he saw costumes of Rin it was from when he was still a kid. Well at least neither of them had dressed as Arbitro, that would have been far too creepy. As they had company, he did not feel comfortable addressing them as Master at the moment. "Welcome home, Haruhiko, Akimitsu." Akimitsu at least understood why, but Haruhiko stared at him with a frown. Tanaka came up behind the trio, "Excuse me gentlemen. Allow me to see to the guests, you should go enjoy yourselves." Haruhiko nodded, "Thank you Tanaka, I think I shall," so saying, he took his lovers, one on each arm, to join the growing number of party members. Tamura sighed, at least he'd have a reprieve from punishment as long as they had guests, or so he thought. Haruhiko and Akimitsu turned to smile at him and helped him to sit in between them on the sectional. He didn't need help of course, but it was just the way they were, the way they treated him. He glanced across the room as Nowaki pulled inside, a very reluctant partner. Quietly he chuckled. While he could see Nowaki being fine with dressing up as a character from Lamento and he was sure he was trying to emulate Asato, what Kamijou was wearing he couldn't believe. No wonder he looked as sour faced as ever. It did leave him to wonder however, how Nowaki had gotten him into costume as Konoe from the same series. They even had the ears and tails to match. His eyes rounded, startled as a moan escaped him, he'd just felt a vibration. Quickly he placed his hands over his mouth and turned his gaze up to Haruhiko. The man smiled like a devil, but tilted his head in Akimitsu's direction. As he turned to look at his other master, he saw in the blond's hand a miniature control panel. He couldn't believe it had been him who had pressed the on button. Haruhiko was a bad influence! "A-aki?" He shivered. At least he'd turned it off, surely Haruhiko would have kept it on. Akimitsu smirked, "Don't worry Tamura," he reached up to ruffle his hair, "I don't want everyone here to see you like we get to. Then again after your misbehavior earlier today..." He bowed his head, dejected. "I'm sorry..." Behind him, he felt Haruhiko's hand rest against his back and felt the warm breath against his ear. "You might be sorry Pet, but it isn't going to get you off the hook. We'll have plenty of fun tonight." Evidently someone had noticed them. Nowaki walked over with Kamijou. "Is everything okay Senpai?" Tamura's face reddened, he didn't want them to guess what was going on. Of course they already knew about his, Haruhiko and Akimitsu's relationship thanks to the pair discovering them one day in the lockers and showers at work. Not that the pair themselves hadn't been doing something similar albeit without the whole Master and Pet dynamic. Kamijou glared at him, but his eyes seemed to grow just a little bit softer when he noticed his position between the two men. However, before the cinnamon eyed devil turned to look up at Nowaki, he swore he saw the tiniest of smirks which made him want to take him down a few more pegs. "Nowaki, do we really have to stay here?" "Why Hiro-san, don't you like parties?" "It's not that..." he leaned up to whisper in his ear. Tamura could just barely make out what the smaller man was whispering to his partner. "Nowaki, wouldn't you rather be home, just the...two of us?" The man turned a deeper, darker shade of red, muttering a whisper as he noticed the look on Nowaki's face. "I...I'm not comfortable around Tsumori and everyone else is all." Tamura himself, couldn't stop the amused smile that formed on his own countenance as Nowaki appeared to get over excited. Nowaki, with apologies for leaving early, whisked a wide-eyed and blushing Kamijou away. He hadn't seemed to hear anythinga after the question he'd been asked by his beloved Hiro-san. Haruhiko murmured into his ear, "Now Pet, if only everyone else would leave just as early. Those two didn't even stay for a refreshment." 'That's because to Nowaki, his Hiro-san is too cute. I bet I know what he's going to do with him.' Akimitsu leaned in to whisper, "Tanaka can see to the guests and look, even Akihiko came with Misaki." which he realized if Haruhiko didn't have he and Tamura, that would never have happened. "We could sneak up to our rooms for a little while and return. Surely we wouldn't be missed for too long." Haruhiko quirked a brow, "So eager to play with our Pet, Aki-chan?" Green eyes glittered, "Of course." Tamura himself however, felt a shiver run through him, "Wh-what? Can't we wait until the guests leave?" He probably shouldn't have asked it at all as both of them turned to him with a frown. "No." The two stood and each of them took a hand of his, before he could even stand up himself and led him to the elevator which would take them directly to the door of Haruhiko's bedroom. Once they were inside the enormous room, he turned around upon seeing what items had been left out. "You've...got to be kidding me." "No Pet, we're not kidding. Are we Aki-chan?" "Indeed not. Tonight we're using everything you see on the table there as well as that odd looking bench with the chains." Trembling he slowly rested on his knees and bowed low to the ground. "Truly Masters, I'm sorry and beg forgiveness. D-don't put me through this, please?" Sometimes this would work and sometimes he wouldn't, he only prayed that it would. This was far more than they usually did, at least in one night. "Sorry Pet, but we're not going to forgive you, until after your punishment has been served in full." He wondered if Aki would try to talk him out of it. It didn't sound like it though. "I agree with Haru on this Tamura. Now stand up and get on the bench." Expelling a sigh he stood up and walked over to the odd looking bench. It looked like an exercise machine, at least where one could lay on it, but it wasn't an exercise machine. Now, it was made of mahogany wood. The back of it looked like the letter I, except with two lines going down. Therefor it looked more like the roman numeral for two. Half way down, between the two support beams was where the bench part connected, that he had to lay back against, his head on the red cushion along with his back. His legs, starting at the thighs however, hung over the end. It was beneath there, that there was a wide single leg holding up the bench. He stared up at the line that went across the top. He guessed that the only reason for that to be there, was because like the bottom board that went across the floor it was filled with small holes. Holes which the chains would be able to fit through. Nervously he waited for whatever they intended to do next. He didn't have to wait long. His cock twitched as the strap on vibrator was turned on low. He could feel the other part vibrating against his prostate, making him hard once again. They had guests downstairs, he didn't want them to hear him if he got too loud. Although, they probably wouldn't, considering how many floors were between this one and that one. His fingers dug into his thighs, trying to keep himself from touching his cock. That would surely earn him further punishment, but what more could there be compared to this? He swore he could hear his pulse, even feel it in parts of his body that he usually did not. His heart rate had picked up out of both nervousness and excitement mixed together. Despite his embarrassment and nervousness, he was aroused. Which always earned him teasing that made him feel all the more red. Akimitsu murmured, "Haru, doesn't our pet look adorable?" He reached down to stroke Tamura's cock through the pants he wore. "And look how hard he's gotten!" Tamura closed his eyes tight, groaning at the touch as much as at the words, for different reasons. He could also still feel the light vibrations, it was no wonder he was hard, but even without that he knew that he'd have been aroused regardless. Haruhiko chuckled darkly, "I do see Aki-chan. I do, so we'd best get him prepared." His eyes snapped open when he felt a cuff going around each of his wrists. "What are you doing?" He frowned, but before he could even move his wrists away they were chained to the board going across the bottom on the floor. "Why Pet, what do you think we're doing? This is to keep you from trying to run away when it gets to be too much for you." He continued to frown, but when he felt Akimitsu's hands find their way beneath the half shirt he wore, he turned his gaze to him. "A-aki!" He moaned his name as the younger man tweaked his nipples till they were hard. "Always so responsive Tamura. Just concentrate on me for now." How could he not, when he was doing things like that to him? He didn't even notice what else Haruhiko was doing, not when Akimitsu lifted his shirt up to expose a nipple. He felt the cool air against the hardened peak, then the brush of soft lips over the aurole. "Hnn...Aki." His eyes fluttered closed as his back arched slightly when Akimitsu's mouth wrapped around his nipple. Whilst the blond suckled on one nipple, lightly tugging on and pinching the other the dark haired older man was working on the chains. Haruhiko called to Akimitsu, "Aki-chan, I've finished. How does he look on this Exposer Bench?" When Akimitsu moved away, Tamura couldn't help to voice a small sound of protest. His eyes flung open when he noticed his movement was very restricted. Whilst the younger man had been further arousing him he'd only vaguely felt his limbs being moved about. He could feel cuffs around his ankles, which were connected to the board overhead. If he moved his head, he could see that his feet were up in the air. There were even wider cuffs around his lower thighs just above the knees. He thought that, that chain probably went beneath the bench and connected from one thigh cuff to the other. His ass and gentiles were exposed, just realizing that somewhere along the way, his pants and boxer briefs had also been removed. That was probably where the ridiculous name, Exposer Bench, came from. Akimitsu hummed softly, "I think we should lift the head rest portion of the bench up, so he can see what we're doing to him." He heard footsteps round up behind him and sure enough, Haruhiko lifted what Akimitsu had suggested. Staring at them, once Haruhiko had returned to stand beside Akimitsu he frowned. "This isn't fair." "No?" The two arched a brow and spoke at the same time. It was eerie at times, though it didn't happen often. Akimitsu asked, "Is it fair of you to go around flirting with others? Even kissing them?" "It was only on the cheek," he grumbled, but glanced away, knowing he was in the wrong. Haruhiko turned to the nearby table and picked up something, placing it in Akimitsu's hand. "Here, put this on him. While I put this on him. I think its called a Spider Leg Gag." Together the two masters snickered, but he didn't like the looks of what they had, but his body betrayed him as it was wont to do. They'd told him from the beginning he could always leave if he didn't like it, but he'd never left after entering the relationship. He loved them both even though they did these things to him. It was his own fault for agreeing to be their pet, not that he didn't like it, the two of them taking such tender loving care of him. Just, when he did something stupid, they'd pull this kind of thing. Somehow, he thought, they found it enjoyable, but the sounds that came from him and how he actually got aroused by it caused him so much embarrassment he didn't think it was funny. "M-master Aki? M-master Haru?" He whimpered, not knowing which one to pay attention too. Akimitsu smiled at him, "Don't worry so much Tamura. We're not going to hurt you." He knew that, but still, his face turned red, his body shaking already from the damn vibrations. He needed to come so fucking bad, but now he certainly couldn't make himself do so with his hand. He couldn't even clasp his legs together. He was immobilized. His eyes widened as Akimitsu held up the nipple clamps, which had an extended chain hooked to it. That chain was no normal extra decoration either, it had a cock ring at the end of it. Before he could speak again, something went around his head thanks to Haruhiko. Part of it went around his chin and over his nose. It was a stupid harness. On each side there was another small strap that went across his cheeks to connect in the back and another that went over the top of his head to also connect in the back. Connected to it was a spider leg gag. It only had four legs, but curved, with a circle that fit right inside his mouth, keeping it open in an O shape. While he could make noise, it was difficult to talk around. It was also somewhat difficult to swallow, so that any saliva that formed, would wind up dribbling down over his lower lip to his chin and from the corners of his mouth. He was completely at their mercy, with his ass and gentiles exposed and now his mouth kept open in case they wanted oral. His eyes closed in humiliation, but it didn't keep him from being aroused, quite the contrary. He'd felt the clamps on his nipples, somewhat weighted and finally, he could feel the cock ring being slid around his erection. There was too much stimuli for him to bear, that even his eyes watered just the tiniest bit when one of them turned up the speed on the vibrator. His body convulsed, shuddering with pleasure and need. He was at the point of begging to just be taken, but it was hard to voice anything around the gag, other than a loud moan or a scream. Even the nipple clamps vibrated. Turning his head he moaned, some louder than others as he panted for breath, his pupils dilating and the iris growing darker and glossier. Saliva had indeed dribbled down his lower lip to his chin as his entire body shook, causing the chains to rattle. He tried to speak their names, but it was difficult and not only because of the gag, but because of the unmitigated pleasure. No doubt his cock was probably purple with how long he'd been aroused and unable to jack-off. Akimitsu glanced up at Haruhiko and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Haru, don't you think its enough now? He looks so beautiful like this, but we should show our pet even more love, but not with toys." Haruhiko had already been satisfied with the little show he'd gotten earlier on his lap top from Tamura. Yet it was always fun to watch their pet squirm. "I suppose so, but we don't have to unchain him to do that, do we?" It was a few moments before Akimitsu answered, "No, we don't. You can have his ass first, I'll have it after since I want to be tender with him on the bed. Then if you can get it up again, while I'm doing that, you can take me while I take him," he winked impishly before going around to gave down at Tamura. "Although all of that might have to wait, he has another way of getting me off," he brushed his fingers through dark dirty blonde hair. "Such a good boy, aren't you Tamura?" Medium brown eyes gazed up, glazed over, into green. "Ahh...ehh." "Are you trying to say my name sweet?" Haruhiko smirked watching his two lovers interact. Of course, Akimitsu wasn't the pet and doubted he'd like it. Despite the green eyed mans stature, he was truly a seme, except with him. No one touched his ass like that, but at least the other two were content, even their pet, Tsumori Tamura. Tamura blinked, gasping as Haruhiko removed the vibrator from his cock and yanked the one in his ass out. He watched Akimitsu remove his pants and boxers. Akimitsu smirked, "Do you want to taste?" He asked as he stroked his cock in front of Tamura's field of vision. Too aroused to care now about embarrassment, the restrained man nodded, moaning, his eyes half open. He didn't notice that Haruhiko too had removed his clothes. Nor that the dark haired mans cock was already erect. At least not until he felt the head of the other mans cock pressing inside of him. However, he was unable to turn his head away as at the same time, Akimitsu's cock slowly moved inside his mouth, kept open by the spider leg gag, which was kept in place by the harness. With the restraints he had on, he couldn't even touch either of the other men, could only feel Haruhiko thrusting deeper and deeper inside him. He was able to run his tongue over Akimitsu's cock, wanting to give him pleasure instead of remaining so passive. Not that he was all that passive of a bottom, but the the way he was chained, well he couldn't really act all that aggressive toward either of them. Maybe another time he could straddle one of their laps and ride them. Right now though he could only concentrate on giving any pleasure by using his tongue or squeezing his inner muscles. Akimitsu groaned as he felt Tamura's tongue wrap around his cock and slid along his length with every movement he made. It was amazing how wicked that tongue could actually be. Tamura tried not to let his teeth get in the way while Haruhiko was thrusting faster and deeper with every movement he made. It would be bad if he pressed against his prostate gland while giving Akimitsu blow job. He swallowed around Akimitsu's cock, moving his head as much as he could, to take him in deeper, even down his throat. He'd practiced often enough on the toys he'd been given by both of them. Akimitsu's eyes widened as Tamura took his cock down his throat. It felt so damn hot, so good. He tugged on hair at the back of Tamura's head. "Tamura, you'd best be careful, I'm about to..." he groaned, trying to pull away from him, but the man just wouldn't let go. He groaned as his cock twitched inside Tamura's mouth and he came. He'd tried to warn him and quickly pulled out, come spattering on Tamura's face. He looked so erotic with it splashed onto his cheeks, some even managing to get into his hair. Tamura had closed his eyes and swallowed the come that had been spilled into his mouth and slowly licked his lips open his passion filled eyes to gaze at Akimitsu. It was then that Akimitsu quickly removed that harness and butterfly gag, so he could pepper kisses over his face and tongue fuck his mouth. He didn't care that he could taste himself on Tamura's lips. Haruhiko had tried not to hit Tamura's prostate nor to come undone inside their pet whilst Akimitsu was deep throating him. Finally though, they were finished with that and he was able to thrust as hard and as fast as he wanted to, hearing Tamura's muffled moans against Akimitsu's lips. He stilled only for a moment to pull off the cock ring and vibrating nipple clamps before resuming his pace. One of his hands wrapped around Tamura's cock, pumping it as he thrust inside him. He angled himself against the younger mans prostate as he too was close. Tamura's mouth tore away from Akimitsu's as his body arched, as much as it was able to the way he was restrained. A loud and shuddering moan rippling out of his vocals and echoing in the room. His eyes rolled back into his head, lashes fluttering closed as his body violently convulsed as he finally reached climax. Not long after, perhaps seconds after his release, Haruhiko came inside him. His ass was filled and Haruhiko slid out, a bit of come drizzling down the crack between his ass cheeks. Haruhiko commented, "Don't you look like a dirty little whore, Pet?" Akimitsu smirked, nuzzling Tamura's cheek, "Oh, Tamura certainly looks like one now, all thanks to us." Green eyes gazed into medium brown, "No one else could make you feel like we do, could they Tamura?" "N-no," he panted softly, his pulse rate slowy returning to normal. Haruhiko and Akimitsu worked together to undo all of the cuffs they had placed on him, each of them kissing his wrists, the back of his knees and his ankles where he'd been cuffed. The only item they hadn't removed was the collar he wore. It was Haruhiko that suggested something that Tamura felt was a necessity. "We should take a shower, before we return downstairs to our guests." Akimitsu nodded, "That would be wise." He picked up a chain link leash and clipped it onto Tamura's collar. "And we can use this to keep our lovely pet from getting into anymore trouble this evening." Tamura shakily stood up, he wasn't sure he'd be able to walk right after having just done that, at least not right away. As usual though, his two wonderful masters helped him to finish undressing and into the tub. They'd opted for a hot bubble bath at his request instead. The two insisted on washing him, sometimes he wondered if they realized that he was actually human and could do all the simple things by himself. He sighed, indulging them as they seemed to get some sort of enjoyment out of it and after what they'd just put him through, he really didn't have the energy anyway. Now, if only the guests would leave early.

Summary: Hiroki can't stop thinking about the light kiss they've shared. Liking his best friend, what would Akihiko think? In the heat of the moment, he blurts out his feelings and for his surprise, Akihiko seems to like him too. Status: Discontinued Disclaimer: The characters found within this fanfiction belong to the very talented Manga-ka, Nakamura Shungiku and her manga Junjou Romantica. CHAPTER ONE : BIBLIOGNOST'S CONFESSION ************* Twisting, turning, churning, that was how his stomach felt as his eyes caught sight of the boy he'd loved since the day the others lips had brushed against his. The very day, he'd known, even without admitting it to himself, that he was gay. Recalling that moment, in their secret place, he lifted one hand to lightly brush his fingers over his slightly parted lips. If only the other would notice, but no! That might interfere with their friendship of four long years. He didn't wish to ruin that, Akihiko, was after all, his best friend. If the only way, to be near him, was to be his friend, then surely, he could not hope, or wish for more. Besides, were they not both men, well boys, who were quickly developing into men? He, least of all, wished for Akihiko to laugh at him. Perhaps his infatuation wouldn't last, but so far, it had endured for four long years. Years he'd spent reading and editing the other boys stories. Stories that only he was allowed to read, something else, besides this beautiful secret spot, that they shared. Yet, never had the one with whom his heart thumped so annoyingly, embarrassingly, realized the way he, his best friend, felt about him. At least, he hoped that Akihiko considered him to be his best friend, if nothing more than that. His cinnamon red-brown eyes, watched as Akihiko came closer and closer to him, in their long shared secret spot, where they could stare up into the unobscured sky. Akihiko, spotting him, smiled tenderly, before sitting down beside him, holding out to him, one of his notebooks. "Another one Akihiko? You really do write a lot." "Are you complaining?" "No, just, sometimes, what you write is so heartbreakingly lonely." If it weren't for his pride getting in the way, he might even dare to say that he wished he could hug the person Akihiko wrote about, since he seemed so terribly forlorn, being alone, lost in the dark, feeling like no one cared. "Yeah...I wish I could write something... a bit more, uplifting." Hiroki opened the blue notebook, his brows furrowed, "Why not a romance?" He grumbled. "Those are usually happy and sappy." Thistle eyes turned to gaze at the scowl faced auburn haired boy, a boy whom he was beginning to outgrow in terms of height. Although, he knew, it wouldn't do to tease Hiroki about it, for it was a sore spot with the other. "You're into romance novels Hiroki? Aren't those for girls?" Hiroki lifted the notebook further up, his eyes downcast as he nervously chuckled. "I guess so, but isn't any form of written word, for everyone?" "I suppose." Then, seeming to get an idea, he remarked, "Perhaps reading romance novels aimed at the female market, might be worth looking into, to see what has women going all sparkly eyed over." "That's a good analogy, Akihiko," he closed the notebook and placed it in his bag, handing over the other he'd already read and marked for any spelling and grammatical errors as well as any discrepancies in the plot or appearances. "So, does that mean there's a girl you want to ask out Hiroki?" His head shot up, upon hearing that, "No, why, is there one you wanted to ask, Akihiko?" The silver haired teen shook his head, taking the notebook Hiroki was returning to him and placing it in his own bag, to read later and go over the marks his friend might have put in it. Were anyone else, but Hiroki, to touch his soul spilling stories, he would have been deeply angered. "No, there's no one. I realize that most boys, from what I've heard our classmates say, start to become active around this age, but I really haven't had any interest in anyone." 'If only, he'd have an interest in me. For how long I've felt this way, it doesn't seem to be going away.' The two, laid back on the ground to stare up at the blue, blue sky, where clouds were drifting overhead. Hiroki sighed softly, and then, decided to ask, "Akihiko..." "Yes, Hiroki?" "Hypothetically speaking, say there were these two friends and they'd been friends for a few years." "Go on." "What would happen, do you think, if one of them developed a crush on the other, but, they just felt like they couldn't possibly tell their friend how they felt?" Akihiko frowned, slightly as he thought it over. "The friend should just say something. I mean, at least they'll get a clear answer, even if its heartbreaking, its better to know, so that they can move on if its a hopeless scenario. But, should they wait too long, it might be too late and then they just spent all that time, pining for the other and the other party was never aware of it." Although, he thought, if he were in the same position, would he be able to follow his own sage advice, perhaps it would depend on the circumstances and the persons involved. "So, just tell her, Hiroki." Hiroki blinked, "Her? This was a hypothetical question. Besides..." his words trailed off. Akihiko turned onto his side, elbow on the ground, holding his head in the palm of his hand. "Besides?" Hiroki looked up at the sky, avoiding that intense violet eyed stare, a fake smile forming as he laughed. "Well, remember, this is just hypotheticallyspeaking. "I see, well, Hiroki, are you going to continue or not, so I can understand this hypothetical situation?" "Right..." he took a deep breath and stared back up at the sky, not wanting to gaze at Akihiko, just in case he were able to guess, what he was going to say. "As I was saying, besides, its about two men, not a heterosexual couple." As he heard that, the silver haired youth sat up, frowning. "What does that have to do with anything Hiroki? Love isn't blockaded by gender, only by society." "Yes, well, society here doesn't appreciate these things," he too had sat up, a bit forlorn. "So...this is only a what-if scenario?" Hiroki nodded, "Y-yeah." "Hmmn, I think that might actually be something I could write about." He turned his head, sharply, to gaze mystified, at Akihiko. "What? You can't!" He could literally feel the heat rising to his face. "And why can't I, Hiroki?" the young author-to-be smirked as he lifted his hand, to brush the back of his knuckles over one of Hiroki's reddened cheeks. Frowning, he glared, wrinkled forming more prominently betwixt his brows, "It's too personal!" That was something, that one had to learn about Usami Akihiko, that wasn't going to stop him in the least. "So, there is someone you're interested in Hiroki, why not just tell them...him? It is a guy, isn't it, from what you've said. You can't hide things from me so easily Hiroki. So, who is the lucky guy, whose going to take away my time with my best-friend?" While, he couldn't keep everything from his fair haired friend, the one whom could write so prolifically, well enough to someday be an author he was sure, had as yet to uncover the entire truth. "No one, Akihiko." "Come on Hiroki, there's obviously someone who interests you and even if its a guy, I'll support your new found love. Although, who could put up with your short-temper and scowling expression, I'd love to know." With that, the auburn haired teen, abruptly stood up, glaring at Akihiko, "That's exactly why I could never tell you about my feelings for you..." his eyes rounded as did Akihiko's, though he did try to cover his ass, "I meant...for him." Before he could turn to storm away, his hand was caught by the icy grip of one of Akihiko's, larger hands. Slowly, the slightly taller teen, whom was still growing, stood, already over an inch, perhaps two, taller than him. "Hiroki," he stared down into his eyes. Such beautiful, hypnotic light purple eyes. For a moment, he could only stand there, with his mouth agape, but after a few seconds began to struggle to get his hand loose from Akihiko's grip. Akihiko cupped Hiroki's face in his hand, held him in place as his other hand snaked around him, taking the hand he had a hold of still, behind Hiroki's back. "I don't know that I feel the same way about you, as you feel for me, but, because I already care about you, perhaps, I can fall in love with you. Although, don't you think we're rather young to know what real love is?" Even before, Hiroki could form a single word, his eyes were rounding in shock, as Akihiko's mouth, descended upon his. It was different than that kiss Akihiko had given him, back then. At that time, it had been a brief meeting of their lips, but this, it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He had tried to experiment with girls, but getting beyond kissing, he hadn't been able to manage it. He groaned, his knees feeling slightly unsteady as he felt Akihiko's tongue, coaxing his lips apart, slipping past them and into his mouth, where his tongue tangled with his. When, Akihiko broke the kiss, he was momentarily unable to do anything, but stand there and breath. Although, what he heard breathed against his ear had him blushing all the more and tearing away from Akihiko. "Hiroki, don't let anyone else touch you. I think, we should start going out, but Haruhiko..." he frowned. "Akihiko you idiot!" He tore himself from him then, glaring at him. "You can't tell me what to do, telling rather than asking if I want to go out! And what about Haruhiko?" Akihiko smirked, "No need to get so flustered Hiroki, but I thought, since you liked me, we didn't need to ask about going out." His eyes narrowed, "And I don't like to share." Frowning, he shook his head, "As for Haruhiko, you know how he is, stealing everything of mine. He hasn't gotten my notebooks though, thinks its beneath him to read them. Which is good, I don't need him stealing those as well, but neither do I want him stealing you." "Haruhiko could never steal me from you!" Then, recalling what else had been said, he growled, "I don't belong to you!" That last, only earned him another, spine tingling kiss. Akihiko sighed softly, "That pride of yours...we can belong to each other as boyfriends, can't we?" "B-boyfriends?" Already, he was feeling dizzy. "What else do you want us to be?" "I don't know!" "Well then, since you don't know, allow me to lead the way." Hiroki didn't know how things had wound up like that, but, if they weren't boyfriends, by kissing and even dating, then what the hell else could they be called? "Just, don't do that sort of thing in public, got it?" "Yes, Hiroki," though he smiled, deviously and Hiroki wondered, what was going through his head. "I've got to get home Akihiko, I'll see you tomorrow at school." ************* Author Note: As you can no doubt tell, this is an AT (Alternate Timeline) While I love all the canon pairings, I also love to play with non-canon pairings. Such as my stories The Sweet with the Bitter a ShinobuxMisaki fic, A Love That Wasn't, but Should Have Been a TakahiroxHiroki fic. This has been rattling around in my head for awhile, so just thought I'd give it a bit of a start. What I want to read and write more of though, is a HirokixShinobu fic or a SumixHiroki fic. Or even ones where Tsumori becomes a third party for the Egoist pair, polyamory, acting as a seme to Hiroki, but either/or to Nowaki. Alas, I don't think I'll find anything to read, so someday, if I have the muse and several of my other fics done, I'll have to write these myself maybe. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and will be kind enough to review and let me know what you think, thank you! ************* CHAPTER TWO : MY BIBLIOGNOST The silver haired teen, even as he lay that night upon his bed, he was unable to keep his thoughts from wandering back to that of his oldest and dearest friend. The first friend he'd made since he'd returned from England to here in Japan. Perhaps, his only true friend since he'd been born. No, he was more than a friend now. "My boyfriend," just saying that allowed, gave him some sense of purpose. He wasn't just some mindless monkey doing well in school, because it was expected of him. He did well in school, because he was able to, not for anyone else, but himself. Whether or not it would be a good idea to let his parents know, that he'd decided that he and Hiroki were now boyfriends, he didn't know. However, unless they asked him, he wasn't about to tell them. They never really told him anything, so, he didn't think this was actually any of their business. In his bed, as he continued to think, he frowned as he thought about all the people, whom, could try and take Hiroki from him, like his brother for example. It wasn't like that dark haired brother of his hadn't tried before, to befriend Hiroki and turn his friend against him. He sighed, staring up at the ceiling of his room, Hiroki was more intelligent than that and loyal too. The shorter of the two had oft proved that, by rising to his defense, whenever Haruhiko got in the way, or tried to steal something which belonged to him. Never, had he truly felt loved. Not by his mother, nor by his father and most certainly not by his brother. His mother had always been too busy with her hobbies and his father with work, work and more work. They hardly ever ate together as a family either, if he ate with anyone, it was always with Haruhiko, because their parents were practically never home and if they were, they weren't together at home at the same time. This, he'd found by listening to others at school, was not normal family behavior. Tanaka, was the one whom had raised them, though even him, he wasn't too sure he could put his trust in, not completely. There was only one problem that he was focused upon at that moment though, what did two men do when they were together, once they got beyond kissing. This, was what had him most intrigued, though he'd wondered often about it before, but now it was all the more important. Who did he know, whom was gay, no one, at least, not anyone he knew about. It wasn't something people normally went around telling the whole world about, because there were still those who considered it to be an abnormal life-style. At least, where he and Hiroki lived it was considered abnormal. Unable to sleep, he got up and turned on his flashlight, opening up a new blue notebook and began to write, the very scene that had taken place with Hiroki, but hours ago in their secret place, away from everything else. 'I should have known that day, in that place where we first met, he was mine, my bibliognost. That boy filled with pride who cried that day due to frustration, tackling too many things all at once. Strong and smart, but also, small. At least, his hands were small in comparison to my own. Four years later, I never thought that he'd confess to me such feelings. Yet, I was not repulsed by him. Do I love him? Perhaps, but only time will tell as I never thought of it before. But he is dear to me, even so.' Shutting the notebook, he put it away. For now, it was one that he did not wish his friend to read. Not yet, at least, for he knew how Hiroki might react to what was written there. He smirked as he thought though, that it wouldn't be so bad to see Hiroki getting flustered, it'd even be worth it to have a book or something thrown at him. Then, he'd just grab the auburn haired boy and kiss him till he was breathless and weak in the knees. It would have been so much better, were they able to live together. That way he'd have been able to keep a close eye on Hiroki. He frowned as he continued to think it over. His mind wandering to the territory of what-if's. What if there were to be someone else who liked Hiroki and wanted to steal him from him? He'd not allow that and after all, Hiroki had been the one to confess to him, even if the other hadn't quite meant to do so. The truth was clear. Hiroki had chosen him. That meant, to him, that no one could take Hiroki from him, even if they tried, but he still intended to make sure that they never even got the chance to try and do so. He'd just have to make sure they always walked to and from school together and then, once he was old enough to acquire a drivers license, he'd drive him wherever he needed to be. Luckily enough, they shared almost all the same classes, there weren't too many classes they didn't have at the same time, in the same class, according to their school schedules. With all the excitement of thinking over all of that, it was impossible to sleep and he knew he was probably going to wind up falling asleep in class tomorrow. Oh well, he could make up for it some other time, or take a nap during a break period. Thinking that matter through, he reached for his laptop on his nightstand and popped it open. Once he was on and connected to the internet, he typed in, gay relationships. His eyes widened as he took in all the information, reading well on into the night, not getting to sleep until about three and he had to wake up at six thirty in the morning. He believed though, that it had all been worth it, both for research to help him with his boyfriend and now too, for ideas that he wanted to write about. That night, a whole new world had opened up for him and Hiroki, his boyfriend, was going to help him discover more. Hiroki wouldn't just be his boyfriend, but his muse, whether or not Hiroki liked it. He did what he wanted after all, because he wanted to. And there was a lot he'd read about that he imagined doing with and to Hiroki. ************* Author Note: Sorry this chapter is shorter than the last, but Akihiko's mind is really hard for me to get into and I'm not sure how IC he is here, but I don't think he's too OoC. Sorry that I forgot this before, but here's the definition of bibliognost: person having deep knowledge of books. Just think of all the possibilities that could have been done if Junjou Romantica had been a choose your own adventure(yaoi) type story, where there's different outcomes like in some of those BL games. Alternative endings are fun (though not all of them if they deal with death ;; )

Summary: Hiroki and Miyagi go in a bar to share some drinks, to sink their sorrows. After getting drunk enough to take a taxi, they arive at Hiroki's place and there they release all their frustration... Status: Complete Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own Junjou Romantica, that right belongs exclusively to Nakamura Shungiku, her publishers and Studio Deen. Author Note: This was inspired by the Junjou Romantica kinkmeme at kinkmemelisting on livejoural. ************* It had been ten damn months since that bastard, Nowaki had up and disappeared, without a single word or note telling him where the idiot was going and why. Yet he, Kamijou Hiroki had sat faithfully at home like some Penelope in one of Homer's tales, Ulysses. His days since his lovers disappearance, 'What kind of lover just ups and disappears!' had been filled with working himself to the bone, staying late hours once he'd achieved the status of Associate Professor, assistant to Miyagi You at Mitsuhashi University. The two of them, had gotten together at one of the local bar scenes due to their own sorrows. He himself still pinning for Nowaki, still living in that same apartment as though lying in wait for his return, in hopes that he would return there to him at some point. Yet as the days, the weeks, the months had dragged on, it would be a year soon, those same hopes had begun to wilt, like some flower without the sun to nurture it. Starring into his fourth, no fifth, oh what the hell he couldn't remember what number drink he was on, before chugging it down as though it were water and he were a fish that had been stranded on the beach to bake. "Y'know Professor," he hiccuped, "relationships ain't worth a damn," he hiccuped again, his words somewhat slurred, before wiping the back of his arm over his mouth, lifting his glass up as Miyagi poured them both another. The dark haired professor lifted his glass up to clink against his assistants, Kamijou's glass, "Isn't that the truth," although in retrospect he couldn't really blame his soon to be ex-wife for filing divorce papers, yet it was still rather depressing despite himself not really caring all that much. Hours later, when they'd called a taxi rather than use Miyagi's car as they were both totally sloshed, they would up at Kamijou's place. Miyagi was taken aback when Kamijou grabbed ahold of his arm, "C'mon proff~essooor!" he tugged him out of the cab, throwing a wad of cash at the driver that more than covered the cost, Miyagi wondering just what the hell the so called Devil was up to. As Hiroki jumbled around in his pocket for the key to his apartment, the two drunken men stumbling about, the key slid home and the door opened allowing them to step inside, slamming the door shut behind them. Miyagi puzzled, "Kami~" but before he could even finish uttering his assistant's name the brunette had wound his arms up around his neck and was pressing his lips against his. His midnight blue eyes rounded, but as his arms lifted to push the other man away, his hands of their own volition pressed into the small of the younger mans back, the other hand grasping a handful of light brown tresses. The older man's tongue thrust into Hiroki's mouth, past his parted lips. The younger though was just as aggressive as their tongues warred each others, sliding, pressing, caressing as their mouths moved back and forth. The two lost in their drunken and lust-filled stupor to even think coherently about what exactly they were getting themselves into. Hiroki's arms fell from around Miyagi's neck, only to find their way between their bodies, while each tried to dominate the kiss, each of them salivating, causing wet slick sounds as their tongues thrust against each others. Finally Hiroki's fingers found the button fly of his superiors pants, proceeding to unbuckle Miyagi's belt before tearing their mouths apart, both of them panting for air as adrenaline rushed through their veins in excitement. The younger of the two dropped to his knees, reaching into Miyagi's pants and pulling out his already half hard cock. Before the older realized what Hiroki was doing, the brunette's tongue swiped down the length of his cock, one hand holding it, squeezing it while that hot moist tongue swirled around the head, causing the standing man to groan, "Fuck...Kamijou!" Just before taking the head of Miyagi's penis into his mouth he said huskily, "We'll get around to that," and then his mouth was full as he sucked the older mans cock further into his mouth, feeling it as it hardened further as his tongue pressed against the pulsating flesh. Unable to take anymore, Miyagi grabbed Hiroki by the hair of his head and pulled his head away from his cock, making the other rise with a wince before they both landed haphazardly on the nearby couch. Miyagi moaned as he felt the all to obvious hard on of his subordinate's bulge through the material of the younger mans dress pants. While the brunette struggled to take off his own shirt, the older mans hands worked to remove the others belt and tug down those pants and boxers, wrapping his hands around both their hard, pulsating and purple tinged cocks. Once Hiroki had his shirt off he untied Miyagi's tie, and as he tried unbuttoning the other mans shirt some of the buttons flew to some distant corner of the dimly lit room, their mouths once more connecting in an age old battle of wills. As Miyagi squeezed their cocks together with one hand, he slid his other hand up and down, now and then using the pad of his thumb to tease the very tip of their penises heads. Only momentarily did their mouths part so that they could drag in a lungful of air before smashing back together again. Hiroki's hands dug into Miyagi's shoulder, pulling on the dark strands of hair as the twos bodies shuddered together as they came, cum shooting up over their abdomen and lower torso. Above Miyagi the younger man's eyes fluttered closed, mouth torn from his as he cried out, "Nowaki..." instantly stilling the older man, even while the brunette collapsed atop him, his breathing evening out. The older of the two, Miyagi frowned, wondering who this Nowaki was and too, because Kamijou had passed out on top of him, using him as a mattress. Yet even he himself didn't have the strength to move and with a weary sigh he too fell asleep. Sometime during the night, Miyagi awoke, his head throbbing, though that wasn't what caught his attention, so much as the fact that something soft yet muscular and warm was laying on him. His pupils dilated in horrified shock as he recalled the events of the evening, taking a taxi to make sure Kamijou got home safely after the two of them had gotten drunk as hell. 'Definitely drunk as hell, how else do I explain having done that with Kamijou the Devil?' Carefully he slipped out from beneath the brunette, who mumbled something as he was shifted so that he lay not on top of Miyagi, but the couch cushions itself. Looking down at the other man, he frowned, brushing back a lock of hair that had fallen over the lighter haired mans face. At his touch the other stirred, causing Miyagi to jump back and nearly topple backwards. However he soon righted himself and went to look for a blanket. Upon discovering one in the bedroom, once he'd discovered which door it was behind, he placed it over the sleeping man, shaking his own head. He himself was sober enough to walk back to the bar to retrieve his car. They could have walked to Kamijou's, but obviously both of them had been far from sober. He winced at the thought of Monday, but at least the two of them would have the weekend to think, to try and forget, but how the hell did one forget something like that, even if Miyagi himself wasn't into other men, even if Kamijou had been using him as a substitute for this Nowaki, whom Kamijou had moaned out the name of while the two had climaxed together. ************* All too soon, Monday arrived. Miyagi was already seated at his own desk, gazing at his laptop and trying to work on something, trying to concentrate on anything, other than what had taken place on Friday night. For once, Hiroki didn't even want to go to the University, didn't care to show up to work, but he knew without a doubt there was no reason to avoid the inevitable, facing his superior after that incident. As Hiroki walked into his and Professor Miyagi's shared office space his shoulders tensed, his brows furrowed, dark circles beneath his eyes. When he noticed Miyagi swivel around in his chair, about to speak he himself glared daggers at the other as if to say, 'Don't. Say. One. Damn. Word.' as he sat down at his own desk, shoulders tense as he flipped open his laptop to begin putting the grades into the system. At that look the so called Devil of Mitsuhashi University's Literature Department, Miyagi turned back to his work with a tense smile, one eye twitching as he hunched down defensively. "So... who's... Nowaki?" Hiroki stiffened in his seat, "Just do your work Professor," he paused for a moment, before deciding to mutter, "And if you say one thing about it, I will sue you for sexual harassment." At that, Miyagi pulled out his pack of cigarettes, taking one from the pack and placing the rest in his breast pocket, he carefully lit it, taking a drag to calm himself. His assistant looked scary as hell and well he should for wasn't he known throughout the halls of Mitsuhashi University as Kamijou the Devil? He pitited the poor fool who had to put up with him on a daily basis. It was then that the both of them thought it best to return to their normal routine after the awkward silence was filled by the click-clacking of two individual keyboards. THE END

Summary: Absent minded Tamura forgets to kiss Akimitsu under the Mistletoe. Disappointed, Haruiko sets a punishment for him. Dressed only on long black stockings, he must wait for Akimitsu to arrive home since he'll be Aki-chan's Christmas present. Status: Complete Disclaimer: The characters within this fanfiction belong to Nakamura Shungiku (and not myself) Author Note: Takatsuki Akimitsu is an OC, belonging to my roleplay partner. Akimitsu is Shinobu's cousin (older than him by three years). Tamura is the given-name we've decided to use for Tsumori (Nowaki's senpai) ************** Outside the world was covered in a glittering blanket of the softest ermine; the mild winds blew over, as tiny frozen flakes fell from the heavens. These were said to be the tears of angels that winter had frozen, chiseling a variety of sizes and shapes, truly Father Winter was indeed an artist of fine caliber. Sparkling baby blue eyes stared out through the window, slightly wavy locks getting in the way as he reached up to secure a string of lights around the window, shaking up a can to make the frosted look last longer than it took for the suns rays to warm the real frost on the window away. Little was he aware that one of his lovers had returned home. Strong arms encircled his waist, causing him to nearly topple backwards, but the man a few steps below standing on the ground caught him. One of his hands curled into a fist, holding it over his heart as his eyes closed tightly as he asked in annoyance. "Haruhiko, what the hell!" He managed to turn around and although he had a ready glare and admonishment set to go on his tongue, he gulped back the words that had risen, unable to be voiced as they fled from the tip of his tongue. Those dark blue eyes that were almost black behind those spectacles were frightening enough without the man frowning down at him, or at least, he wasn't smiling. It had been awhile since the man had really and completely made him nervous, that was a matter of years ago now, when they'd first started going out, the three of them, he himself, Haruhiko Usami and Akimitsu Takatsuki. The taller man gazed down at him through his glasses, which had caught the light and glinted, causing Tamura to wince, shuttering his eyes from the bright glare. "H-haru?" when the glint was gone he opened his eyes to stare up at him, watching as the older mans mouth quirked into a smirk, using his free hand to adjust his spectacles. His other hand was resting on Tamura's spine, just above his buttox. He felt a shiver run through him, gulping nervously as he tried to press Haruhiko away, which only caused the older man to tighten his hold on him and bring his body flush against his. Haruhiko gazed down with a smirk at Tamura. "I know the perfect Christmas present to give to Aki-chan." Tamura laughed nervously, even if that sentence alone wasn't worrisome, the tone which Haruhiko used while saying it was, "Oh...oh! I-is that so?" The slightly older man continued to smirk, it wasn't really a smile so it did nothing to ease Tamura's nervousness that had plagued him the moment he knew Haruhiko was home, without Akimitsu, with that look he was giving him. He felt like a trapped animal, though he loved both his lovers, Haru and Aki. Yet right now, he felt like he wanted to be a hundred miles away from their home, which happened to be the Usami Estate. Finally after a few moments had ticked by, Haruhiko - finally, told him what he had planned. "Yes. You see my lovely Tamura," he used his free hand, curling his index finger and slowly tilting Tamura's head up, who was only a couple inches shorter than him, to stare directly up into his bespectacled eyes. Tamura shivered at the touch, it felt slightly ticklish, "Haru?" He questioned in a thick whisper. "You forgot to give Akimitsu a kiss when he was standing beneath the mistletoe last night." Tamura blinked, "Forgot? I didn't forget anything. I must not have seen..." his voice trailed off as Haruhiko's smirk got bigger. What was up with him, he wondered. "That's just as bad Tamura." He wrapped his hand beneath Tamura's jawline around part of his neck, his palm touching the sandy haired blonde's throat. His head descended till his lips were but a hairbreadth away from Tamura's. "You'll need to be punished," he softly brushed his mouth over the lighter haired mans before stepping back. "And I know just what it should be." He whirled Tamura around and pushed him toward the archway into the hall. "What are you talking about! We, we don't do this anymore...right?" "Tamura," Haruhiko growled deeply, causing the off-duty doctor to shuddered and swallow back any other protest. "Go take a quick bath and then when you're finished, go lay down on our bed." That seemed reasonable enough to Tamura, until Haruhiko with a warning low voice spoke again, "And don't put anything on, except the thigh high black silk stockings. Don't forget this is at one and the same time a little punishment for you and a present for Aki-chan." Sometimes Tamura wondered if it might have been better to go back to his carefree, hit on anyone be they male or female days, then again he loved Akimitsu and even the sometimes sick bastard Haurhiko. Haruhiko lifted his hand to his mouth, and gave a grunting cough, which had Tamura gritting his teeth together for a moment, "Yes...Sir..." and with that he went to bathe as he'd been directed. He didn't want to fuel the slightly older man into doing something even stranger than whatever he already had planned. ************** The dark haired man watched silently as Tamura left the room, one corner of his mouth twitching into a smile as he flipped open his cellphone to call Akimitsu. A few rings later and the youngest of his lovers picked up. "Hello?" "Hello Aki-chan, its Haruhiko." "Haru!" It sounded as though Akimitsu were happy to hear from him. "What do I owe the pleasure of this call to?" "You're sounding chipper Aki-chan." "Well, I am on my way home. The conference ended earlier than expected, although it will take awhile to get home," on Akimitsu's end of the line, the young doctor's lips twisted into a pout inside the limousine that Haruhiko had had prepared for him to use whenever he was finished there. "I see, well then, you're going to be in for a nice treat while you're riding home then." Brilliant emerald green eyes blinked, "A treat?" He asked suspiciously, "What exactly are you up to now Haru?" "Just put on the headphones to the limousines television. I'll send feed from here to you in about another ten minutes, so just turn the television on and wait, okay my dear Aki-chan?" Akimitsu inside the limousine placed one leg over the other, trying to get comfortable. "Alright, but can't you tell me what its about?" "No, because its a present and therefore supposed to be a surprise. I'm going to show it to you before you can unwrap it." ************** Akimitsu was a little confused at that, "Okay..." he wondered if Haruhiko just wanted him to see how big the gift was and how well it was wrapped. Either way he decided to humor the older man, who hung up shortly afterward. Tamura once out of the bath and having dried off, though a few droplets of water still clung to his nearly naked form, naked save for the ridiculous black stockings Haruhiko had demanded he wear, wandered toward the bedroom. His still damp sandy blonde hair looked a shade or two darker than it actually was as he walked into the room he shared with his two lovers. 'What exactly is Haruhiko planning?' he wondered as he kneeled down on the bed, crawling up to the head board, in the very center of the overly large mattress. He turned onto his back, placing his head on the large fluffed up pillow in the center, shivering as a cool breeze wafted through the room as the glass doors opened from the balcony, as the tall, dark, handsome and arrogant man walked in, turning for only a moment to close the doors. He carried something in his hand, though Tamura couldn't quite make out what it was as it was wrapped up in a box. When he went to sit up, Haruhiko had already sat down on the bed and was hoovering over him, placing one hand on the center of his torso to hold him down. "Haru?" He stared up questioningly at the man in spectacles, uncertain and anxious about whatever it was that the man still dressed in a business suit had planned. Almost black eyes glittered behind those lenses, as the dark haired man opened the box, pulling out a butt plug, which featured vibration. At the sight of it Tamura's eyes widened, causing Haruhiko to chuckle darkly. "Don't worry Tamura," he lightly brushed a strand of hair behind the naked mans ear. "It's not going to hurt, after all its not like we haven't played with toys before." "I...I know..." his breathing had hitched so that his words sounded slightly strangled, a slight red hue brightening his face just across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. His eyes had fluttered, shielding them from the intensity of the other mans gaze. Haruhiko pulled out a bottle of lubricant and poured some onto his hand, "Spread your legs Tamura." He almost felt like saying no, only because it was embarrassing. He wondered too how the hell this could be a present for Aki. However when he felt a moist tongue brush over his nipple he gasped, his body shivering as Haruhiko helped to part his legs for him. He whimpered when he felt the cool liquid gel that the other man rubbed around his anus, before dipping two of his fingers in. Fingers which knew him too well, as did Aki's, though only Haru was there at the moment, as they found his prostate gland. At that touch his body jumped, a strangled cry erupting from him. "H-haru..." he gasped. Haruhiko, had he not had a plan, might have just undone his button fly and fucked Tamura until they were both satiated. However this was to be a nice little present for Akimitsu, and he liked the idea of it being a punishment for Tamura seeing as how he was going about it.