Author's Note: The happy-go-lucky fluff of "Junjou Christmas" hasn't been holding up lately, so I figued entertaining a darker plot-bunny would be a good idea. This was actually amazingly fun to write, so I hope you all enjoy!

Pairings: MiyagiXShinobu (Terrorist)

Content: Solid PG-13. Expect a slightly mature scene ahead.

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.

Literature Professor Yoh Miyagi sat at his office desk with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, looking contemplative. A large pile of untouched books and work was stacked up around him, but he had no desire to touch any of it. He was far too distracted.

As it was, he was feeling slightly ignored by the person he was dating. Shinobu Takatsuki, the 18-year-old college student and son of Miyagi's boss (Miyagi still cringed when he thought about the predicament he was in and how badly it could all go wrong) had been taking his role as a student very seriously lately as his midterm exams were coming up. But while it was about time the kid buckled down and did his work, it left Miyagi in a sour mood.

He hadn't seen Shinobu in days.

Miyagi sighed and ground his cigarette into an ash tray. He needed some stress release.

As luck would have it, it came walking in the door that very minute: "Professor, have you finished with those papers—"

"Kamijou!"

Miyagi glomped his assistant professor, Hiroki Kamijou, the second he was in the door, causing the easily aggravated man to shout in annoyance.

"Not this again! Get off!"

"I've been so sad lately that I can't even do my work. Make me feel better."

"You've been slacking off again. We need to have those papers done by tomorrow!"

"You can do it, can't you, Kamijou?"

"Like hell!"

Hiroki got the leverage to push him away, sending them both stumbling back into several piles of books, knocking them to the ground. Hiroki groaned.

"Now look what you did, Professor!"

"Me? If you weren't protesting so much, this wouldn't have happened."

"This happens every fricking time!"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be so shy every time."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"I'm not interrupting anything important, am I?"

The two looked up. The Dean of the Literature Department stood at the door, looking very confused. Miyagi grabbed his class notes and took it as the perfect moment to get out of there, leaving Hiroki to clean up the mess.

"A moment, Miyagi-kun."

Miyagi looked to the Dean.

"The other day, I was speaking with my son, and—"

"Ouch! Damnit!"

The two men looked to Hiroki who nursed his head, having bumped it trying to retrieve a book from under the desk.

"Sir?" Miyagi looked back to the Dean who shook his head.

"No, never mind. I believe you have a class right about now. It wouldn't do to keep your students waiting."

Miyagi bowed and turned into the hall. The Dean, meanwhile, stayed in the doorway of the office until Miyagi was out of sight. After a few long, contemplative moments he spoke up once again.

"Kamijou, you work very closely with Miyagi, so you must know what kind of a person is he, in your opinion?"

Hiroki swept a large, reordered stack of books into his arms and stormed past the Dean, out of the office. "He's a manipulative, perverted old man with no consideration of other people whatsoever!"

Later that day, as he sat alone in his office, the Dean picked up the phone and made a call.

Miyagi waited at his door, checking out the peephole every few minutes when he thought he heard someone outside. He felt childish, but he couldn't help himself. He was needy. It had been days and he'd still barely gotten the chance to see Shinobu because of the boy's school work. He'd managed to walk him home a few late nights in a row, but not much else.

But that was going to change today. Shinobu's midterms would have just ended, and he was going to make sure the boy was well rewarded for his weeks of hard work.

Miyagi thought he heard footsteps for the seventeenth time in two hours and checked the peephole again. Sure enough, he saw the golden haired target heading for his own apartment. Miyagi quickly ran outside and grabbed Shinobu's arm, causing the younger man to jump.

"What the—"

Miyagi quickly dragged him back to his own apartment and pulled him into his bedroom, barely taking the time to shut the front door.

"Miyagi? What are you—ow! H-hey!"

Shinobu half fell, half was pushed into the bed, and Miyagi crawled on top of him, pulling off Shinobu's shirt. Shinobu was still frazzled from suddenly being jumped, and Miyagi intended to let the younger man feel that rush for as long as he could. The way the setting sun glowed in those confused, almost frightened eyes was just too cute to not want to prolong.

"It's been way too long," Miyagi crooned, trailing kisses down Shinobu's neck, savoring the taste of his skin. "Didn't you miss me?" He gently ran his hands over his bare chest down to his stomach.

Shinobu gasped. "Miyagi—"

Miyagi smirked. That consent certainly didn't take very long. Miyagi's heart began to beat faster and he watched Shinobu, while his hands moved just a little bit lower.

"Miya—ah!"

Shinobu found the zeal to straddle himself over Miyagi's lap, tangle his fingers in Miyagi's hair and pull him up for a long, passionate kiss. Miyagi let one hand travel up again to caress the sensitive flesh on his chest, eliciting a moan from Shinobu that resonated between their mouths.

"I love you," Shinobu gasped when they broke apart.

"Yeah, I know," Miyagi said, moving his hands with purpose. Shinobu gasped and he buried his head into Miyagi's chest, gripping his upper arms so hard that the marks would remain for days after. Miyagi continued, one hand moving with gentle, loving strokes, the other searching for that one spot that would surely make his lover scream.

"Nngh… Ah—Ahh!"

Shinobu trembled with need, his notes of gasps and moans like music to Miyagi's ears. Just as Shinobu was reaching his climax, Miyagi leaned in and whispered softly into the ear of the young man who was everything to him.

"I love you, too."

It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon a few days later which found Miyagi lying over his couch with a book open on his chest. He'd seen some moving vans pull up several hours ago and hoped to avoid having to make any contact with new neighbors too soon, lest there were some crazies moving in.

Unfortunately his relaxing day off was sliced into by the sound of his doorbell. He ignored it the first time, but by the fifth set of ringing, he figured he should see who it was. If it was a psychopath, he hoped it was at least the cute golden haired one from next door.

To his surprise, he found the Dean of his department and said cute psychopath's father on his doorstep instead. He invited him inside and they exchanged their greeting formalities. The whole time, Miyagi couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong.

"Can I offer you some tea?"

"That's not necessary; I don't intend to stay long."

That was odd.

"I am here to talk to you about your relationship with my son."

For a moment Miyagi froze before quickly calming himself. Of course the Dean wouldn't know about that. He was obviously here about something like Shinobu's education.

"I became suspicious some time ago and hired a private investigator who just presented me with this."

He held out a stack of photographs to Miyagi who felt his heart sink. No. Oh, no.

"He makes a living off of uncovering scandal, and even he said this was one of the most disturbing set of pictures he's ever had to give to a client."

Flipping through the photographs, Miyagi could not believe it. One of him and Shinobu holding hands, one of a stolen kiss, one of a more intense kiss. He recognized one from just the other day where he was pulling Shinobu into his apartment, followed by a set taken from outside his bedroom window. One of a kiss, one of Shinobu protesting, one of pulling Shinobu's clothes off, one of him and Shinobu…

Miyagi couldn't bear to look anymore. He couldn't stand to think that those private, precious moments had been violated; were being turned against him. And they looked bad. Really bad. Like he was forcing Shinobu to…

Miyagi felt like he was going to be sick.

"Your personal tastes are none of my business, but this… This is my son. This is your former brother in law, not to mention he's a child! A minor!" [1]

Miyagi decided that this was not the right time to bring up that Shinobu was at least of consenting age.

"If it was any other person I would have immediately called the police. As it is, I know that you have been a good person in the past, even in the divorce of my daughter, so I have determined that you have merely recently gone insane. As such—"

The Dean was cut off by the shout of a familiar voice from the apartment next door. The two men ran to the front door and burst outside. Men in working clothes moved furniture and moving boxes out of Shinobu's apartment, despite the very loud verbal protest of the young man. He was the shout they had heard a moment ago.

"I demand that you stop immediately. That's my stuff! Who authorized you to take it?"

"I can't say, sir. As I said, the orders were simply to pack and empty the apartment, and to pay no attention to any protest by the tenant."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Hey…" Miyagi started.

Shinobu turned around, and immediately bolted towards him.

"Miyagi, they—"

He was cut off when a strong arm intercepted him halfway. Shinobu stared up with shock.

"D-dad…"

"You can take him away too," the Dean called to a pair of workers. "I'll add it to the payment."

"What? Dad, you can't!"

Two (very large) men took either of Shinobu's arms and pulled him towards the stairs. Even kicking and dragging his feet as much as he could, Shinobu couldn't stop himself from being dragged away.

"Stop! Let go of me!"

The Dean followed after, pausing only long enough to say. "We will finish our conversation later, Professor Miyagi."

"I said let me go! Miyagi! Make them stop."

The distress in Shinobu's eyes as he continued to fight a losing battle against the movers pierced Miyagi's heart as he watched. He wanted nothing more than to charge in and pummel the men who dared touch his Shinobu.

"Miyagi! Miyagi, help me! Please!"

But he couldn't do it. It would only make the situation worse. He was an adult. He had to think with his head.

"MIYAGI!"

So he turned away and forced himself into his apartment. That night, alone in his room, Miyagi would let out all of his frustrations in one great, desperate cry, and punch a hole in the wall.

In the morning Miyagi felt no better about the mess of the previous day. Nonetheless, he forced himself out of bed and wet through the motions of the morning. He still had no plan to approach the situation, and felt foolish for having thought of one long ago. He knew her should have anticipated it. He didn't even want to think about the trouble that could be waiting for him at work, when surely the Dean would call him out for a continuation of the previous day. But as his exceptional luck would have it, he didn't have to wait, for when he opened his front door, the Dean was standing there, once again, with a face that meant business.

"Professor Miyagi." He held out a flat, unmarked yellow envelope.

Miyagi took the package. "This is?"

"Your resignation letter."

Ice fell into the pit of Miyagi's stomach. He stared at the innocent looking envelope.

"I want this signed and on my desk no latter than this afternoon. You will arrange for Kamijo to take over all your classes and then remove yourself from Mitsuhashi University. Any ongoing research with your name on it is no longer sanctioned by the University, effective immediately. And also…"

When he didn't continue, Miyagi looked up, just in time to see the fist before it collided with his jaw.

"Stay the fuck away from my son."

With that, he turned on his heel ands walked down the staircase, out of sight. Miyagi, left alone, nursed his jaw with one hand and fisted the envelope in the other. He turned back into this apartment and kicked the door shut. Everything. He was loosing everything.

つづく

[1] Although the legal age of consent is 18 in Japan, you're still not considered an "adult" until you turn 20. Oh, the scandal!