It's you or them

This is a JR/ Junjou Romantica Fan fiction! i do not own junjou or any of the characters
this Is BL dont like dont read
This contains Mpeg
DONT LIKE DONT READ
Its simple
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Misaki grabbed a dry towel and started to rub his face vigorously before just dropping it and peering at himself in the mirror. Even though he'd rubbed his face hard enough that it could well as destroyed the baby-soft skin on his face; it was still obvious that the red rings around his bloodshot eyes screamed his despair. His hands and knees were still shredded and streaming with blood. He raised his hands and covered his eyes, scraping them down his dishevelled face.  How could it end like this?

Xxx

That day was the same as any other.  Misaki had woken up, cleaned the condo and made breakfast before venturing back into the bedroom and doing the fearsome job of waking his lover from his deep, much-needed, slumber.

"Usagi-san…? You told me to wake you up. Breakfast is ready…"

As soon as he said this he turned his back and retreated out of the bedroom to a safe distance so Usagi wouldn't try anything that early in the morning. Misaki had always hated it when his lover did that kind of stuff in the morning since he hated the fact that it was light enough outside for him to see himself doing it, and he hated the embarrassing feeling that followed it.

Moments before Misaki was able to leave the room, the demon had gotten up, swiftly, and managed to pin him too the wall, grabbing his thin waist and holding him tightly. The way Usagi held Misaki sometimes was as though if he didn't, Misaki would disappear into thin air like magic and Usagi would be left all alone.

There was a time where Usagi could be alone, and he would have taken pride in his solitude; but now he had tasted the sweetness of love and another's companionship. There was no way he could ever go back now. To the older man, loving the cute boy was as natural as breathing, and like air, impossible to be with out.

With a rather mono-toned voice Misaki sighed and started to talk slowly, as if saying this one line was so familiar that it made him feel like a broken record player.

"Usagi-san, get off me. It's too early for this crap."

"You're wrong. It's never too early to start loving, my Misaki."

The older man just nuzzled his face into the back of Misaki's neck and started to tenderly kiss the boy as he tried to squirm for freedom. Even though Misaki stated that he hated this, his body always insisted he loved it. He loved feeling the older man's breath on his neck and his presence so close to his own.

"Misaki, I love you."

Usagi quietly whispered that into Misaki's ear, in his deep voice which pieced through the boy's very soul.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling swept over Misaki. His stomach churned and he quickly ripped Usagi's arms from around him, running at full force towards the toilet.

Xxx

Misaki wiped his face clean and splashed water all over his face. What was that? He had been fine one second and the next he was throwing up? He stopped to think about it for a moment, mulling over the fact he could be ill, but in the end he came to the only possible solution, that he had just eaten something bad. Just then there was a knock on the bath room door and a shaken and worried voice preceded it.

"Misaki? Are you ok? What's wrong? I'll call a doctor, you just stay there!"

Misaki quickly responded, for not only did he not want to make a fuss, but he also didn't want to make his lover worry about him over nothing. Usagi already did so much for him and Misaki couldn't bear to burden him anymore then he already did.

"No, don't! I'm fine."

There was a short pause before the young boy quietly whispered something to himself.

"I think…"