Warning : YAOI, dont like dont read. not beta-ed + (ooc?)

Genre : AU/Supernatural/Angst/Fantasy

Disclaimer : I dont own Junjou Romantica

Prologue

A man who looked like he was in his thirties stood in front of a 20 floors apartment building. He took off his shades and looked at the piece of paper in his hand. "Well, I guess I'm home" he smiled a little as he strolled his way to the elevator inside. He punched the button to the 6th floor and waited for it to get to his floor. Once the door opened he made his way to his apartment door, digging his hand into his pocket to find the keys and unlocked it.

The room in front of him was darker than how he had left before, only that the room had a thick layer of dust on almost everything. The white sheet was covering all the furnitures, spider webs were found on corners of the rooms. He grabbed one sheet which covering the sofa and yanked it open. Dust was instantly spread into the air, infiltrated his nose and made him sneezed. "Damn, it's been only 20 years and the dust is already as thick as this!" He grunted. He wiped his nose with his index finger, "I guess a bit cleaning wont hurt". He cleaned the master room first, changed the sheet, dusted the table and bookshelves, sweeped and moped the floor unti his sweat was dripping from his chin. He walked into the living room and took off the TV cover sheet. His reflection stared at him through the old TV monitor. He knew that his face waslike a man in his thirties but in fact he was in his 300 and something years old, he had lost count on how many times he had passed his birthday alone. Not that he ever cared to have someone by his side except for his long lost lover Shinobu. Shinobu, who ever made him feel happiness, showed him what love was and put him into sleep for over 100 years after he had became an immortal for a month. He still remembered clearly how upset he was when he woke up, how he felt betrayed and disapointed with Shinobu. He had stormed out of his house in search of Shinobu only to find 100 years had passed and Shinobu had been murdered at the same night he had been put into sleep, along with his family.

He heaved a long sigh, everytime he moved back to this place he always had a flashback of his life since this town was where he and Shinobu was first met. He felt emotionally tired after all the reminiscing and decided to get to his now cleaned room and slept the day off. Besides, tomorrow was going to be his first day as a literature professor in M university, he couldn't afford to come late.

Hiroki went out of the dean's office with a grin on his face. He couldn't believe that he finally would be the assistant of Professor Miyagi You here in the university. He shook his head and wiped off his grin, he didn't want people to look him at that state, he had an image to maintain as the new assistant professor. He fished out his cellphone from his bag and called Akihiko, his childhood friend. Akihiko didn't pick it up at first call, he tried it once more but still the same. Grew worried, he dashed to Akihiko's apartment by a cab. Once he arrived he rang the door bell several times but no answer "Bakahiko, if you dont open this door right this instant I'm gonna break it to pieces!". It was silent for a moment before the door finally creaked open. The silver haired man looked miserable, his eye bags were so vivid, his eyes were clouded and smell of alcohol was oozing to his surrounding. "You're reek of alcohol. What happen with you?" Hiroki stormed inside the apartment, dragging along the author to the living room. "Takahiro.." Akihiko muttered before he grabbed another shot of liquor and gulped it down. "What's with him?" Hiroki asked. "He's going to marry... he's going to propose his girlfriend" Akihiko answered after he slammed the glass to the table. "Where did you hear this from? If it's..." Hiroki's words were cut off by Akihiko's "He told me through the phone! He was so happy... so happy that I should be happy too" Akihiko trailed off. Hiroki hugged his childhood friend tightly, knowing how much pain he must had felt that moment. He too, have held his unrequited love to this lavender eyed man for years without his knowing. What should I do now to make him feel better? What can I do? "Ne, Akihiko. You can pretend that I was Takahiro now" Hiroki blurted out unconsciously. Akihiko looked at him in confusion. "Or you can just close your eyes and think that I was Takahiro. Maybe that way you can feel better... by imagining he is by your side" Hiroki suggested. Hiroki then took off his tie and blindfolded Akihiko, seeing that the man in front of him didn't put any resistance Hiroki started to peck him a little. Akihiko didn't push him off, so he decided to made the kiss longer. He was surprised when he felt Akihiko's tongue was lapping on his bottom lip, Hiroki opened his mouth to invite him in.

Akihiko held Hiroki's head and deepened the kiss, the brown haired man couldn't help but moan. He never thought that he could have Akihiko kissing him like this before. One by one the buttons were undone and their breathing was heavy. Akihiko's cold hands traveled from Hiroki's brown locks to his neck then stopped at his chest as he found two buds. He alternately pinched and twisted them, making Hiroki's moan grew louder. The hands then traveled down further and soon enough Hiroki's ass met cold air. He gasped when one of Akihiko's hands was caressing his bottom while the other one reached for his member and started to pump him. He panted as he put his head on Akihiko's shoulder- unable to handle the heat, he reached out his hand to unbuckle Akihiko's trousers and moved his hand up and down the hardening member. He muffled a moan by bitting Akihiko's shoulder when he felt long slender fingers intrude him down below. He squirmed when his spot was hit, Akihiko thrust his fingers harder to the same spot and Hiroki screamed in pleasure. Soon, Hiroki found himself sitting on top of his childhood friend with Akihiko's burried inside him. Akihiko's hands were holding his waist, helping him to bounce up and down. "Hiro... Takahiro" Akihiko moaned between his heavy breathing. Hiroki's eyes widened, it was a hard blow to his heart. He kept on bouncing up and down while bitting his bottom lip and looked down. He was the one who suggested this, he should have had considered the outcome from this decision before. He grabbed Akihiko's hand away from his member and held them above the author's head. He didn't want him to know that he had lost the mood. He tightened himself and bounced harder and faster, Akihiko appeared to be lost as he kept muttering Takahiro's name under his breath. Tears started to trickle down his cheeks, wetting the author's abs. He tried to not to sob, not even to sniffle, at least not now. Akihiko shuddered, feeling his peak was nearing, between his hazy mind he muttered "Let go, I'm gonna... ". Hiroki shook his head, he had wanted him to come inside him for so long, there's no way he would miss this. Eventhough this wasn't out of love but just this once, 'Only this time' Hiroki thought. Hiroki clenched and rode him until he reached his climax. As he tried to even his breath Akihiko grabbed the blindfold, he was about to took them off when Hiroki said with a slightly shaking tone "I gotta go home, sorry if I couldn't help much". Hiroki tried to walk and grabbed his clothing, with shaking hands and blurry vision he tried to wear his trousers and shirt as fast as he could. "Are you okay Hiroki? " Akihiko asked in a soft tone. "Of course I do, who do you think I am?" Hiroki replied, not wanting to see him face to face Hiroki decided to kept his head low. "I can take you home, why dont..." Akihiko didnt has the chance to finish his words. Hiroki had already shut his apartment door and left.

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