Gonna post this either later today or tomorrow on AO3.
Sunao ni Nare (Be Honest)
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki Takahashi/Akihiko Usami
Summary: Misaki knows he should express his feelings more often. It’s just that it’s hard to get the words out.
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“We should tell Takahiro about us,” Usagi says, apropos of nothing, in the middle of an otherwise normal Sunday. Misaki is reading Za Kan manga on the couch and Usagi is floating somewhere nearby, alternating between pretending to do work and looking over Misaki’s shoulder. When he speaks, Usagi leans down and plants the words right into Misaki’s ear.
Misaki flies to the other end of the couch in a hot second. “W-what?”
“He should know,” Usagi says bluntly.
This is the worst possible idea that Usagi could ever come up with, even in his already-zany universe of ideas. “Why? We’re doing fine as-is. Why would he need to know?”
“I read,” Usagi says, “that it’s good if you have someone you can talk to about your relationship.”
Dread sinks like a stone into Misaki’s stomach. “Usagi-san. Please don’t talk to my brother about us.”
“Not me. You.”
“Me what?”
Usagi reaches out and draws his fingers through Misaki’s hair, tousling it. “You should have someone to talk to about our relationship.”
Misaki gets suspicious. “So that you can ask my brother what I’ve said about you? No, thank you.”
“I swear I will not ask him,” Usagi says, and oh shit, he’s serious, isn’t he? Usagi honestly thinks this is the best course of action. For Misaki’s sake. How could it possibly be?
“Uh, what did you read that gave you this idea?” Misaki asks, a little afraid to know the answer.
“An American novel. It was rather tragic.” An air of gloom sees to rise around Usagi. “The characters kept their love affair secret and the woman died from stress.”
Misaki wrinkles his nose. “That’s depressing … but more important, that’s American! They’re weird about love in America. Japanese people don’t need that.”
“The suicide rate in Japan is twice that in America,” Usagi says, with the same air of gloom. “It could be because Japanese people don’t talk about their feelings enough.”
“So move to America!” Fuck, what is with the depressing shit today?
“If you want to move to America, I will go with you.”
Misaki hits him with a throw pillow.
Usagi seems to get the hint and heads back toward his office. But just before he enters, he stops and turns. “Ii kagen ni sunao ni nare,” he says. “Let yourself be honest already. Even if it’s not with me. With someone.”
Souji finds himself turning to Ryoma, his ex-boyfriend, for help during his recovery. Can Yamazaki keep this a secret from Hijikata? What happens when Souji gets drunk at the company party?
So I just texet a friend of mine the preview to a text without noticing that on the other alf of the screen there was the gay smut fic I was reading while I got the text.
One of the biggest red flags i ever see when I open some kind of fic is always anything along the lines of “Warning. This is a BoyxBoy story. If that bothers you, then by all means please exit stage left.”
Almost every single time I have opened a fic with that in the author note, it has been absolutely terribly written. And im not saying that you can’t have a good story, or good writing and also have that in the warning at the begining, but the vast majority of the time that something warns me about the boyxboy or the ‘yaoi’, ive had to close the fic before i finished it.
This is my very first full length yaoi, so please pardon me if I described it incorrectly in any way. This fic ends with a very short epilogue..... I will never look at Gobaru the same way ever again. (><)!! Part 1 here.
Warning: Smut, very descriptive yaoi sex. Only read if you can handle it.
Subaru eventually drove Seiji home. The man was in no condition to go anywhere by himself. Seiji sat on the passenger seat, a blank look on his face, his eyes focused nowhere but his mind's eyes. They didn't exchange any words. Subaru had said all he wanted to say and he knew that no words could further comfort him.
Subaru helped Seiji climb the few steps up the lobby to his apartment, Seiji took the offer without complaint by wrapping his left arm around Subaru's shoulders. As soon as they entered his apartment, Seiji went straight to the bathroom to wash himself. Subaru just stood by the doorway for a little while, hands on his waist, shaking his head at the messy state of the apartment. He kicked away the endless sheets of paper littering the floor on his way to the kitchen. There, he opened the fridge to investigate its content and let out a sigh of despair at its condition.
“What a waste of a good refrigerator”
He grabbed the opened can of beer that had been there for who knows how long and the piece of moldy cheese, handling them as if they were radioactive material and tossed them away. He washed his hand and let the water run in the sink while he wiped the side of his mouth that felt a bit sore from the head butt Seiji landed on him.
"Heh, that guy can still hit a good punch even in that condition."
Subaru then heard something like things falling on to the floor and immediately rushed to the bathroom. Seiji had just finished his shower and the man only had a towel wrapped around his waist. There he found the detective bent down picking the contents of what seemed to be a first aid kit from the floor. Seiji half turned his face when he felt Subaru's presence behind him.
"I was getting something for that cut next to your mouth. I am sure you must be concerned about what I did to your pretty face."
Subaru let out a quiet laugh and proceeded to help Seiji put things in order again.
“I have never been happier to hear a sarcastic remark from you”
“Don’t push it”
In fact Subaru was relieved that the Seiji he knew seemed to be slowly coming back to his senses. He glanced over at Seiji’s profile and saw the bruises and minor cuts he had inflicted on the poor guy. He took some cream from the kit and motioned Seiji to turn around.
“Let me take care of this first”
He pushed his thumb into the sore skin, making Seiji grunt loudly.
“Easy there you moron, it hurts.”
“ Don’t be a baby, this is nothing”
Even though his words were harsh, his actions were quite the opposite and Subaru rubbed some of the cream on to the wounds gently with the tip of his fingers. Seiji’s skin was warm and Subaru’s eyes followed the droplets of water falling from Seiji’s damp hair on to his broad back. His will was running downhill as fast as that droplets and Subaru unconsciously brought his mouth forth and ran his tongue along Seiji’s skin, following the path they had taken down.
Seiji’s head snapped up and his muscles tensed at the feel of the warm flesh gliding across his body. He stared wide eyed at his reflection in the fogged up mirror, barely making out Subaru’s outline behind him. He opened his mouth to protest but before he could let a word out, he felt the towel around his waist fall to the floor. Subaru’s hand was already caressing his soft mound which immediately responded to the touch, growing harder and stiffer despite the conflict raging inside his heart. He didn’t want this and yet he didn't care. Seiji hated himself for feeling this way.
Seiji could feel the tip of his cock moist, and Subaru’s grip tightened slightly around it, keeping the piston like motion steady, rubbing the liquid down the length of it. Seiji closed his eyes and held on to the edge of the sink, holding it tightly until his knuckles were white, trying to contain a moan from leaving his lips. Subaru felt his own cock urging for relief, so he unzipped his pants and took his member out before bringing his body closer to Seiji, nesting his cock in between Seiji’s tight buttocks. Seiji tried to resist this by moving his hips forward but Subaru’s hand were quick to wrap around his waist and bring their bodies even closer together. All this while, Subaru’s hand never left Seiji’s now rock hard shaft, showering it with much needed attention.
Subaru was not trying to hold himself at all and his erratic breathing and grunts of pleasure were loud and clear. His lips brushed against Seiji’s earlobes, his own breathing sped up as he got nearer his climax. Seiji tried to grab onto something else, failing miserably and letting the contents of the first aid kit scatter over the sink and the floor again. He could not hold the moan that left his mouth as soon as he shot his load out. The trembling of his body made Subaru even more excited. He stopped his hand but he continued to rub himself against Seiji. Even in the midst of his carnal haze, Subaru managed to grab the Vaseline tub off the sink and rub the viscous cream around his member while Seiji was busy catching his breath …. and his sanity back.
Subaru teased Seiji with the tip of his cock against his hole, warning him of what was about to happen. Seiji tried to pull away from Subaru’s grasp again but not hard enough. He didn’t understand what was happening but he wanted to be filled up. He had not felt this sudden rush of emotions for so long, and he hated to admit the fact that thanks to Subaru, a part of himself was being awakened from a long slumber.
Noticing Seiji’s body language, Subaru pulled Seiji into a tighter embrace and pushed him out of the bathroom. He plopped him on top of the bed, face down. All Subaru had time to do was to loosen his tie before the positioned himself between his legs and slid his cock as far as he could go inside of Seiji. Once his cock was fully sheathed inside of Seiji, Subaru stopped briefly to catch his breath and revel in the tightness of Seiji’s hole. This must be his first time, he thought. Seiji held on to the bed sheets, relishing in the feel of Subaru’s cock penetrating his body. The adrenaline rush made him forget his tired body and mind. At that moment nothing else mattered but the haze of pleasure he was feeling inside. He held his breath waiting for the pounding to start, and when it did, both men were back into that zone of no return.
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Subaru waited until Seiji had fallen asleep before he carefully moved out of the bed. He gently covered him with a blanket and stepped out of the room as quietly as he could, closing the door behind. Subaru spent a few minutes tidying up Seiji’s living room before he left the apartment just before the sun was setting in the horizon.
~~~Epilogue~~~
Seiji and Subaru did not make any attempt to get in contact with each other after that day and to both their relief, their jobs did not require them to be in the same room.
Days turned into months, and months into years and Seiji was back into the groove of things. Subaru transferred from Criminal Investigations and started working for an elite team of bodyguards lead by Daichi Katsuragi.
It looked like their paths were to never cross again, until one day Seiji was called to the prime minister’s residence due to a new development in the case he has been working on.
When he entered the waiting room, he saw Subaru and the other bodyguards gathered there. He averted his gaze immediately from Subaru, only for his eyes to fall on to a girl sitting in the corner, as young as when he first met Kazuki. She looked frightened and a little disoriented.
Katsuragi and Ishigami followed Seiji and entered the room. Katsuragi immediately started the meeting.
“This is MC, she is the prime minister’s daughter, and she needs to be protected from now on.”
All eyes were now on her.
~~~END~~~
Yes, I tied the whole fic into the MSB timeline. If you read the whole thing until here, I want to thank you for your time LOL because this is probably one of the most important fics I will ever write about Seiji's and Subaru's relationship in my mind, and their struggle with the whole Kazuki ordeal that happens throughout Seiji's route (esp non-gree). I promise I will write happier fics ^_^! Ciao!
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