Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ 40 Nights of Honeymoon ❯ Bringing Out The Bad ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Disclaimer: the characters and the plot all belong to me, since this is my own original story.
Warnings: moderate language, yaoi sex, and implied stuff.
“What the hell happened in here?” was Jousho’s question.
“Isn’t it obvious, Jousho? I mean really now…” Netami sighed, looking at the state of his and Ureshii’s bedroom. Most of the blankets and pillows were all knocked off the bed, except for the one comforter remained, where the two men suspected that underneath a very naughty teen and a not-so naughty blond slept.
Netami moved towards the bed, before pulling the covers off to reveal said teen and said blond, cuddled up together, naked.
“Who’s it… what?” Daiki muttered, opening his pretty indigo eyes. “N-Netami?”
“Hey kid. What were you two doing last night?” Netami questioned, grinning as he looked at the two, and then at the semen on the bed, and then at the mess of the room.
“Oh, I was riding him,” Daiki replied casually.
“Damn, I wish I could’ve seen that…” Netami sighed, his perverted mind already getting to work.
“Now I wanna know what you two were doing last night, y’know, unless you were too drunk to remember,” Daiki questioned, sneaky grin on his face.
“Hell I don’t remember. All I know is, that we woke up in pretty much the same state you guys were, so there isn’t really much you can assume,” Netami shrugged, and Jousho nodded in agreement.
“Then let me help you jog your memories…” Daiki said, before handing Netami his phone, playing the video.
Daiki, and Ureshii who had woken up sometime while Netami was talking, watched the two other men as they watched the video.
“Well damn Jousho!” Netami exclaimed, elbowing the red-head playfully. “You’re so abusive, no wonder my ass hurts so bad…”
“Apparently you seemed to like it, maybe I’ll beat you more often,” Jousho teased back. “Beware Ureshii, your boyfriend is a masochist.”
“I know,” Ureshii replied, which immediately made Jousho stop laughing.
“…You serious?”
“I really think he is,” Ureshii giggled.
An awkward silence hung over the bedroom for awhile before Ureshii announced, “Well, I think me and Daiki better get started on breakfast now, shouldn’t we?”
Daiki nodded, and they both pulled on clean pairs of underwear before heading downstairs quickly.
The two older men were left in the bedroom all alone. Netami finally spoke. “So what made you suddenly get all Mr. Dominant anyways?”
“Hell if I know. It’s not in my nature to hit people… people I love anyway,” Jousho sighed, exasperated.
“Look, you’re not gonna start getting all gloomy on me now are you?” Netami groaned, shaking the red-head by his shoulders. “It’s o-kay! I mean you can see that Daiki and Ureshii obviously weren’t bothered by this, so there’s no need to feel guilty or like you’re abusive. An abusive husband would beat his spouse for just doing certain things wrong or for no reason at all… and you wouldn’t do that to any one of us, especially Daiki. So calm down.”
“But Netami, aside from hitting you with a fucking cue, I called you a bitch and a slut,” Jousho reminded him.
“Well the cue didn’t hurt that bad… and the name calling was kind of a turn on to tell you the truth. Besides, back in high school us guys called each other way worse things than that, and we were just playing around,” Netami added.
“So you think the four of us have some kind of hierarchy going on?” Jousho questioned.
“Well don’t forget Jiirosho as well, when he’s around. You and him are like all of our masters, then I’m below you as like Ureshii and Daiki’s master, and I guess Ureshii would be Daiki’s… if he ever did anything like that.”
“And how did you come up with that, go from oldest to youngest?”
“Yeah that, and from biggest to smallest. They’re both the same,” Netami explained, shrugging.
“Okay, I’m kinda sick of all this talk about dominance and submission, it’s making me feel dirty,”
“It’s okay to feel dirty!” Netami exclaimed, feeling frustrated before he left the room in a huff.
“Netaaami!” Daiki whined rather loudly, before flopping into the lap of the angel in question who was sitting on the couch.
It was a hot afternoon, and Netami had been sitting on the couch watching television while the fan was on full blast. He was already hot as it was, even in only knee-length shorts, so having a warm body pounce on him wasn’t really helping. It was a really cute, really hot, and really annoying body. Holding an ice cold popsicle.
“What do you want?” Netami questioned hastily.
“I need some help with something,” he replied, making his cute face, before licking the lemon-flavored popsicle.
“Yet again?” Netami sighed. “Ok what did Jousho do now?”
“I’m dead-set on getting him to smack me and call me his bitch,” Daiki explained bluntly, then popped the popsicle back in his mouth.
‘If you want, I could smack your ass and call you a bitch. Yeah… you’ve got no business wearing those short-ass shorts, but I don’t care as long as I get a eye-full of that butt!’ Netami thought to himself, as a grin appeared on his face. ‘And then you and that popsicle! Man, watching the way you suck and lick that thing all over… I wish it was my-’
“Netami!” Daiki called, flicking the older man on the forehead. “Were you even listening to me? What the hell is going on in that head of yours?”
“…You don’t even wanna know,” he replied, grinning.
“You’re horrible, you never even listen to a thing I say!” Daiki pouted. “You’re always thinking with your dick!”
“…So?” he chuckled, making the teen slightly upset. “You shouldn’t have worn those shorts, it gets my mind going to all the wrong places.”
Daiki pulled his shirt down and slid out of the brunette’s lap, now sitting beside him. “Now where was I? Do you-”
“One question before you start: if I help you out with whatever you’re asking about, can you get me some ice cream?” Netami asked.
“Look, how about if you wait until tomorrow, I’ll make you some ice cream, okay?” Daiki promised. “Now, do you think it’s wrong to try and get Jousho drunk so I can get him to let out his naughty side?”
“You know that being drunk might get you want you want, but it’s not really going to fix the problem: he needs to be reassured that it’s ok to be that kind of guy with your partner. He was worried earlier that he hurt me. I mean that’s nice and all but… you see the apparent problem don’t you?”
“I think I do…” Daiki responded. “He worries too much. And if anyone’s gonna persuade him into not worrying so much- it’s gonna be me.”
“Brilliant deduction, short-shorts,” Netami teased the raven. “And besides, all the alcohol probably did was make him less conscious of the way he acts, so he wasn’t afraid to be the way he wants to be.”
“Great! Thank for the insight, Nene,” Daiki exclaimed, embracing the older man and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Thanks for wearing those shorts,” Netami responded, chuckling.
Daiki, looking slightly offended, smacked Netami’s hand and walked away, acting angry. But not without a small playful smile making it’s way through.
Jousho came home around ten, later than usual. The head of the Department of Emotions often works long and often, considering he only has one off-day a week (which he has been called in on before). He’ll usually be gone from nine to seven, but sometimes he’ll even come back later, like this night.
Daiki had fallen asleep on the living room couch while waiting for his husband, and upon hearing him walk through the door, he rubbed his eyes and looked up sleepily. “Welcome home, my big sexy,” he greeted, walking up and hugging him like a child hugging their parent.
“You won’t believe how I’ve been wanting to hear you say that all day,” Jousho replied, before kissing him.
“I fixed us dinner… it’s kinda cold but I can heat it up for us,” Daiki explained. “And then afterwards… we can get ready for bed,” he concluded sexily.
“Daiki… you’re killing me with those shorts, really,” Jousho chuckled as he rested his hands on Daiki’s hips.
“You know, you need to get Netami, he was harassing me earlier…” Daiki said as lead Jousho into the dining room.
“And how was he harassing you?” Jousho asked, playing along as he seated himself at the dining table as Daiki went in the kitchen to go reheat their food.
“I was talking to him, and he wasn’t even listening to me! He was giving me this weird stare and then he started looking at me with his hungry look while I was eating my popsicle! So I have reason to believe he was fantasizing about me or something,”
“I couldn’t imagine why,” the red head said innocently, although he couldn’t take his eyes off his raven as he stood in front of the microwave. Well he couldn’t take his eyes off his behind in those shorts, mostly. He was tempted to just skip dinner…
“Y’know that’s what I said! Man, Netami is such a creeper sometimes, always trying to get in someone’s pants. You weren’t too far off base when you called him a slut,” Daiki continued on, not even noticing how his husband was giving him the same look. “I’m glad you’re such a respectful and conserved husband, keeping your bedroom thoughts where they belong.”
The microwave in the kitchen beeped about five times, and Daiki removed Jousho’s plate before placing the dinner in front of him. Then Daiki set his plate on the table as well, before disappearing into the kitchen yet again. When he came back out, he was holding two wine glasses and a bottle of sake.
“Ok Daiki, what’s the occasion?” Jousho asked.
“No occasion in particular. I just figured that since Netami and Ureshii are already asleep and we’re all alone we could make this kind of romantic. After all, we don’t get to do stuff like this too often,” Daiki pointed out, lighting the two candles sitting on the table. Then he proceeded to pour two glasses of the drink, and dim the lights.
“It’s just a shame dinner isn’t fresh for you…”
“Don’t worry about it, your food still tastes just as good regardless,” Jousho complimented him, grinning. “You’ve improved significantly since I started seeing you… almost two years ago.”
The time sounded strange to Daiki’s ears. “It’s almost two years already?”
“You’re about to be twenty soon… think about it,”
Daiki was close to mentioning how Jousho was going to turn twenty-nine later this year as well, before remembering that it would most likely offend him, and he didn’t want to offend him when he was trying to get him in the mood. Not that twenty-nine was old, but Jousho always seemed upset at the fact he was getting older, regardless that in the Afterlife once you hit about your twenties, you didn’t physically age anymore.
“And what do you think about me finally hitting the big two-oh?” Daiki questioned.
“You’re going to be a sexy little twenty year-old, just like you were a sexy little nineteen-year-old,” Jousho replied.
Daiki grinned at his response, before getting out his seat and walking slowly over to Jousho and sitting in his lap. “So… are you still gonna spoil the hell out of me?”
“Of course I am, I’ll give you whatever you want,” Jousho agreed, then kissing the raven deeply. “Nothing’s too good for you.”
“So… am I your bitch?”
“My favorite one,” Jousho teased.
“I hope I haven’t been a bad boy…”
“Well you know you have no business wearing those shorts in front of anyone besides me… that ass is mine,”
Chills went up Daiki’s spine as the god before him spoke slowly and sultry, his breath tickling his ear. Then he grinned that devious little Daiki grin, knowing he was going to get exactly what he wanted.
“…Netami, what’s that noise?” Ureshii yawned, upset over being disturbed from his sleep.
“I think they’re in the other bedroom going at it. Again,” Netami sighed.
“Well tell them to calm that down!” Ureshii ordered.
“Maybe… or maybe I’ll get in on the action…” Netami suggested sneakily.
“Netami tell them now!” Ureshii yelled, and the older man scrambled out of the bedroom, doing as he was told like usual.
To Be Continued…
A.N: There wasn't any actual sex scene in this chapter, I'm sorry! But shoot, I was lazy and couldn't see myself fitting it in. If anyone has any ideas for this story, since my brain is starting to run dry on more naughtyness, I'd be happy to take suggestions.
Don't forget to review! I love you fans!! ^_^
Warnings: moderate language, yaoi sex, and implied stuff.
40 Nights Of Honeymoon
By Ayeesha Abdullah
Night THREE: Bringing Out The BadBy Ayeesha Abdullah
“What the hell happened in here?” was Jousho’s question.
“Isn’t it obvious, Jousho? I mean really now…” Netami sighed, looking at the state of his and Ureshii’s bedroom. Most of the blankets and pillows were all knocked off the bed, except for the one comforter remained, where the two men suspected that underneath a very naughty teen and a not-so naughty blond slept.
Netami moved towards the bed, before pulling the covers off to reveal said teen and said blond, cuddled up together, naked.
“Who’s it… what?” Daiki muttered, opening his pretty indigo eyes. “N-Netami?”
“Hey kid. What were you two doing last night?” Netami questioned, grinning as he looked at the two, and then at the semen on the bed, and then at the mess of the room.
“Oh, I was riding him,” Daiki replied casually.
“Damn, I wish I could’ve seen that…” Netami sighed, his perverted mind already getting to work.
“Now I wanna know what you two were doing last night, y’know, unless you were too drunk to remember,” Daiki questioned, sneaky grin on his face.
“Hell I don’t remember. All I know is, that we woke up in pretty much the same state you guys were, so there isn’t really much you can assume,” Netami shrugged, and Jousho nodded in agreement.
“Then let me help you jog your memories…” Daiki said, before handing Netami his phone, playing the video.
Daiki, and Ureshii who had woken up sometime while Netami was talking, watched the two other men as they watched the video.
“Well damn Jousho!” Netami exclaimed, elbowing the red-head playfully. “You’re so abusive, no wonder my ass hurts so bad…”
“Apparently you seemed to like it, maybe I’ll beat you more often,” Jousho teased back. “Beware Ureshii, your boyfriend is a masochist.”
“I know,” Ureshii replied, which immediately made Jousho stop laughing.
“…You serious?”
“I really think he is,” Ureshii giggled.
An awkward silence hung over the bedroom for awhile before Ureshii announced, “Well, I think me and Daiki better get started on breakfast now, shouldn’t we?”
Daiki nodded, and they both pulled on clean pairs of underwear before heading downstairs quickly.
The two older men were left in the bedroom all alone. Netami finally spoke. “So what made you suddenly get all Mr. Dominant anyways?”
“Hell if I know. It’s not in my nature to hit people… people I love anyway,” Jousho sighed, exasperated.
“Look, you’re not gonna start getting all gloomy on me now are you?” Netami groaned, shaking the red-head by his shoulders. “It’s o-kay! I mean you can see that Daiki and Ureshii obviously weren’t bothered by this, so there’s no need to feel guilty or like you’re abusive. An abusive husband would beat his spouse for just doing certain things wrong or for no reason at all… and you wouldn’t do that to any one of us, especially Daiki. So calm down.”
“But Netami, aside from hitting you with a fucking cue, I called you a bitch and a slut,” Jousho reminded him.
“Well the cue didn’t hurt that bad… and the name calling was kind of a turn on to tell you the truth. Besides, back in high school us guys called each other way worse things than that, and we were just playing around,” Netami added.
“So you think the four of us have some kind of hierarchy going on?” Jousho questioned.
“Well don’t forget Jiirosho as well, when he’s around. You and him are like all of our masters, then I’m below you as like Ureshii and Daiki’s master, and I guess Ureshii would be Daiki’s… if he ever did anything like that.”
“And how did you come up with that, go from oldest to youngest?”
“Yeah that, and from biggest to smallest. They’re both the same,” Netami explained, shrugging.
“Okay, I’m kinda sick of all this talk about dominance and submission, it’s making me feel dirty,”
“It’s okay to feel dirty!” Netami exclaimed, feeling frustrated before he left the room in a huff.
“Netaaami!” Daiki whined rather loudly, before flopping into the lap of the angel in question who was sitting on the couch.
It was a hot afternoon, and Netami had been sitting on the couch watching television while the fan was on full blast. He was already hot as it was, even in only knee-length shorts, so having a warm body pounce on him wasn’t really helping. It was a really cute, really hot, and really annoying body. Holding an ice cold popsicle.
“What do you want?” Netami questioned hastily.
“I need some help with something,” he replied, making his cute face, before licking the lemon-flavored popsicle.
“Yet again?” Netami sighed. “Ok what did Jousho do now?”
“I’m dead-set on getting him to smack me and call me his bitch,” Daiki explained bluntly, then popped the popsicle back in his mouth.
‘If you want, I could smack your ass and call you a bitch. Yeah… you’ve got no business wearing those short-ass shorts, but I don’t care as long as I get a eye-full of that butt!’ Netami thought to himself, as a grin appeared on his face. ‘And then you and that popsicle! Man, watching the way you suck and lick that thing all over… I wish it was my-’
“Netami!” Daiki called, flicking the older man on the forehead. “Were you even listening to me? What the hell is going on in that head of yours?”
“…You don’t even wanna know,” he replied, grinning.
“You’re horrible, you never even listen to a thing I say!” Daiki pouted. “You’re always thinking with your dick!”
“…So?” he chuckled, making the teen slightly upset. “You shouldn’t have worn those shorts, it gets my mind going to all the wrong places.”
Daiki pulled his shirt down and slid out of the brunette’s lap, now sitting beside him. “Now where was I? Do you-”
“One question before you start: if I help you out with whatever you’re asking about, can you get me some ice cream?” Netami asked.
“Look, how about if you wait until tomorrow, I’ll make you some ice cream, okay?” Daiki promised. “Now, do you think it’s wrong to try and get Jousho drunk so I can get him to let out his naughty side?”
“You know that being drunk might get you want you want, but it’s not really going to fix the problem: he needs to be reassured that it’s ok to be that kind of guy with your partner. He was worried earlier that he hurt me. I mean that’s nice and all but… you see the apparent problem don’t you?”
“I think I do…” Daiki responded. “He worries too much. And if anyone’s gonna persuade him into not worrying so much- it’s gonna be me.”
“Brilliant deduction, short-shorts,” Netami teased the raven. “And besides, all the alcohol probably did was make him less conscious of the way he acts, so he wasn’t afraid to be the way he wants to be.”
“Great! Thank for the insight, Nene,” Daiki exclaimed, embracing the older man and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Thanks for wearing those shorts,” Netami responded, chuckling.
Daiki, looking slightly offended, smacked Netami’s hand and walked away, acting angry. But not without a small playful smile making it’s way through.
Jousho came home around ten, later than usual. The head of the Department of Emotions often works long and often, considering he only has one off-day a week (which he has been called in on before). He’ll usually be gone from nine to seven, but sometimes he’ll even come back later, like this night.
Daiki had fallen asleep on the living room couch while waiting for his husband, and upon hearing him walk through the door, he rubbed his eyes and looked up sleepily. “Welcome home, my big sexy,” he greeted, walking up and hugging him like a child hugging their parent.
“You won’t believe how I’ve been wanting to hear you say that all day,” Jousho replied, before kissing him.
“I fixed us dinner… it’s kinda cold but I can heat it up for us,” Daiki explained. “And then afterwards… we can get ready for bed,” he concluded sexily.
“Daiki… you’re killing me with those shorts, really,” Jousho chuckled as he rested his hands on Daiki’s hips.
“You know, you need to get Netami, he was harassing me earlier…” Daiki said as lead Jousho into the dining room.
“And how was he harassing you?” Jousho asked, playing along as he seated himself at the dining table as Daiki went in the kitchen to go reheat their food.
“I was talking to him, and he wasn’t even listening to me! He was giving me this weird stare and then he started looking at me with his hungry look while I was eating my popsicle! So I have reason to believe he was fantasizing about me or something,”
“I couldn’t imagine why,” the red head said innocently, although he couldn’t take his eyes off his raven as he stood in front of the microwave. Well he couldn’t take his eyes off his behind in those shorts, mostly. He was tempted to just skip dinner…
“Y’know that’s what I said! Man, Netami is such a creeper sometimes, always trying to get in someone’s pants. You weren’t too far off base when you called him a slut,” Daiki continued on, not even noticing how his husband was giving him the same look. “I’m glad you’re such a respectful and conserved husband, keeping your bedroom thoughts where they belong.”
The microwave in the kitchen beeped about five times, and Daiki removed Jousho’s plate before placing the dinner in front of him. Then Daiki set his plate on the table as well, before disappearing into the kitchen yet again. When he came back out, he was holding two wine glasses and a bottle of sake.
“Ok Daiki, what’s the occasion?” Jousho asked.
“No occasion in particular. I just figured that since Netami and Ureshii are already asleep and we’re all alone we could make this kind of romantic. After all, we don’t get to do stuff like this too often,” Daiki pointed out, lighting the two candles sitting on the table. Then he proceeded to pour two glasses of the drink, and dim the lights.
“It’s just a shame dinner isn’t fresh for you…”
“Don’t worry about it, your food still tastes just as good regardless,” Jousho complimented him, grinning. “You’ve improved significantly since I started seeing you… almost two years ago.”
The time sounded strange to Daiki’s ears. “It’s almost two years already?”
“You’re about to be twenty soon… think about it,”
Daiki was close to mentioning how Jousho was going to turn twenty-nine later this year as well, before remembering that it would most likely offend him, and he didn’t want to offend him when he was trying to get him in the mood. Not that twenty-nine was old, but Jousho always seemed upset at the fact he was getting older, regardless that in the Afterlife once you hit about your twenties, you didn’t physically age anymore.
“And what do you think about me finally hitting the big two-oh?” Daiki questioned.
“You’re going to be a sexy little twenty year-old, just like you were a sexy little nineteen-year-old,” Jousho replied.
Daiki grinned at his response, before getting out his seat and walking slowly over to Jousho and sitting in his lap. “So… are you still gonna spoil the hell out of me?”
“Of course I am, I’ll give you whatever you want,” Jousho agreed, then kissing the raven deeply. “Nothing’s too good for you.”
“So… am I your bitch?”
“My favorite one,” Jousho teased.
“I hope I haven’t been a bad boy…”
“Well you know you have no business wearing those shorts in front of anyone besides me… that ass is mine,”
Chills went up Daiki’s spine as the god before him spoke slowly and sultry, his breath tickling his ear. Then he grinned that devious little Daiki grin, knowing he was going to get exactly what he wanted.
“…Netami, what’s that noise?” Ureshii yawned, upset over being disturbed from his sleep.
“I think they’re in the other bedroom going at it. Again,” Netami sighed.
“Well tell them to calm that down!” Ureshii ordered.
“Maybe… or maybe I’ll get in on the action…” Netami suggested sneakily.
“Netami tell them now!” Ureshii yelled, and the older man scrambled out of the bedroom, doing as he was told like usual.
To Be Continued…
A.N: There wasn't any actual sex scene in this chapter, I'm sorry! But shoot, I was lazy and couldn't see myself fitting it in. If anyone has any ideas for this story, since my brain is starting to run dry on more naughtyness, I'd be happy to take suggestions.
Don't forget to review! I love you fans!! ^_^