Bad Case of Loving You

Disclaimer: Not mine. I just take liberties with the characters.

A/N: Yes, it is the last chapter. Sorry it took so long to update. Once again forgiveness AFF readers. Thank you for hanging in there. :D And thanks for the wonderful reviews! So here you have it. The final installment.

Lemon warning! Woot! Anyone wanna see Akiha play uke!?...Yeah that’s what I thought. Me too. There is a flash back so watch for it. It’ll all be in italics. :D

H.A.N.A. K.I.M.I.

Umeda woke up to find himself entwined in Akiha’s arms. Light was filtering in through the blinds dimly, attesting to the earliness of the hour. He laid there for a moment staring at the blond’s face. Suddenly, everything that had happened between them seemed to loom in front of him. Akiha had been amazing. More than amazing; he had been loving. Yet, it all was a little to much to handle at the moment. In fact, it scared the hell out of him how well everything had gone. And that wasn’t normal for him. Something bad was bound to happen after this right?

Suddenly he couldn’t lay there anymore. He wriggled out of Akiha’s arms, leaned over the man, and grabbed his smokes. He scrambled to the end of the bed. His hands shook a little as a lite a smoke. The first drag only relaxed him a little. He flinched when he heard Akiha rouse. He heard the photographer sit up slowly. An awkward, tense silence seemed to drift over them.

“So what now?” Akiha asked, finally breaking the silence.

“I don’t know,” Umeda replied honestly. Sitting there like this was like backwards deja vu. It was Umeda sitting at the end of the bed with Akiha the one waiting sickeningly for rejection. But there was a big difference between them. Akiha was much stronger than him emotionally. And Umeda wasn’t planning on rejecting the photographer. He had realized last night that he wanted to keep Akiha. He just didn’t know what to say or how to say it. He was so out of his league with all of this.

The photographer smiled shakily. “I’ll give you as much time and space as you need to work this out.”

“No!” Umeda said sharply, surprising them both. “I mean just be you, Akiha. Yell at me, glomp me, and be overly happy. Just be you. I might just take me some time to really get used to us being...this.”

Akiha looked relieved and happy. “Alright, sempai.”

“So don’t be shocked if I still hit you and abuse you.” Umeda muttered.

“It’s like a reflex, right Sempai?” Akiha laughed.

Umeda sighed in irritation. “Yeah, and for God’s sake stop calling me Sempai. I haven’t been your sempai in years.”

The photographer frowned. “What should I call you then?”

“What ever you want.”

Akiha grinned slyly. “Ok, Hokuto.” He said the name like it was a sexual promise.

Umeda hunched his shoulders and tried to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. No one had ever called him by his first name so intimately. It sent shivers down his spin. That could take some getting used to. Akiha smirked at his new lover’s reaction. He crawled down to the end of the bed. He leaned in close enough so his breath washed damply over the doctor’s neck. “Hokuto,” he murmured, leaning in more to nip and suck at the doctor’s bared neck. A tremor rocked Umeda’s slender body as goose bumps raised over his flesh. Akiha grinned widely at his new discovery.

Umeda leaned back into the photographer’s body. He turned his head to kiss that torturing mouth. Akiha sighed softly. He couldn’t wait to find out more about the doctor’s little quirks and turn ons. It would be a constant new exciting game of discovery. And Akiha would never grow bored of it. The photographer smiled as he wrapped his arms around Umeda and held him tight. They sat there after that for quite some time in comfortable silence.

H.A.N.A K.I.M.I.

Akiha quietly pushed the door to Umeda’s office open. It had been one month since the two of them had quietly begun dating. It had now become customary for them to meet up every day for lunch. Today, it was his turn to come get Umeda. He peeked in carefully and smiled mischievously when he saw that his lover’s back was turned. Umeda had his chair swivelled around so that he could look out the window into the school grounds. He looked like he would have rather been outside than sitting there. Good thing he had come to whisk his love away to a delicious lunch. He snuck through the door and across the room. Akiha draped himself across Umeda’s shoulders. The doctor tensed out of habit but relaxed a moment later. “Good afternoon, my love!”

“Hello, Akiha,” Umeda answered calmly.

“Is that all you say when you see me?” The photographer pouted.

The doctor ‘s reflection in glass smirked. “At least I say your name now without it sounding like poison.”

Akiha chuckled and dropped kisses down the back of his lover’s neck. “Very true,” he breathed. “Thank you for this morning by the way.”

“You’re welcome. Was it worth it?” Umeda turned his head and smiled at him.

The photographer grinned back. “Definitely,” he replied, as the last several days passed through his mind leading up to that morning...

“I’m not gonna keep playing uke to you all the time,” Umeda snapped, shoving the photographer away.

Akiha protested. “But you like to.”

“It’s not the only thing I like doing!” the doctor growled.

“Sei said it was,” the photographer remarked.

“He’ll also tell you he got fucked by me quite a few times too,” Umeda replied evenly.

Akiha whined. “I don’t want to play bottom today.”

Umeda rolled his eyes. “Why not?”

“I just don’t want to,” the photographer restated.

The doctor narrowed his eyes. “When’s the last time you bottomed?” he asked shrewdly.

The photographer flushed. “College,” he admitted.

“Uh huh. Let me guess...bad experience?” Umeda quirked one eye brow at him.

“Well, yes!”

“That was one bad lover, Akiha,” Umeda sighed.

“Still...”

The doctor was starting to get irritated again. “And you don’t trust me to be a good lover?”

“I never said that!”

“You pretty much implied it in all your whining.”

Akiha looked taken aback. “It’s just been a long time.”

“I’m not letting you fuck me again until I get to do you,” Umeda presented his trump card.

“You wouldn’t!” Akiha yelped.

The doctor sneered. “Oh yes I would.”

“But!”

Umeda turned away. “I can hold out a lot longer than you, Akiha. You’ll be begging for me long before I give up.”

Akiha stared at his back. “You’re so cruel.”

“Yep.”

“Let me think about it,” the photographer said, before walking away with a pout on his lips.

H.a.n.a K.i.m.i.

Umeda was true to his word. He would only let Akiha kiss, touch, fondle, and everything else in between. As soon as he tried to turn to love making, Umeda turned away or rejected away. This went on for a week until Akiha was sure he would break down. He needed that intimacy with the doctor desperately. Because despite them being a real couple now, he still worried. And these rejections to be allowed to make love were striping him of the only way he felt entirely connected to Umeda. It was like being told he wasn’t wanted anymore, even though he knew that wasn’t the case.

He laid in bed beside a sleeping Umeda after being turned down for the seventh night in a row. He didn’t think he could take anymore. But was he willing to play bottom? Umeda had every right to be offended by Akiha’s refusal. He realized now that he had in so many words told Umeda that he didn’t believe he’d be a good lover. That wasn’t the case at all. Umeda was always such an attentive lover when Akiha topped. He knew beyond a doubt the doctor would be as amazing as a top. The photographer was just extremely nervous.

The last time he had bottomed had truly been a bad experience. For some reason, he always got crushes on straight or unattainable guys. It had been back in college, senior year, when he should have been over such silliness. This guy had been straight, handsome, and unattainable. Akiha had wanted him. There had been a night where he, his crush, and several others had all gone out drinking. Akiha had gotten bold and stolen a kiss. His crush had not freaked out. To Akiha’s shock, the guy had actually offered to fuck him. God, he should have known better.

The man had only been interested in his own pleasure. He’d never been with another man, but claimed he knew how. Akiha, and his crush, had been way to drunk to really be doing anything like fucking. The man had done nothing to pleasure Akiha. He’d barely prepared the poor photographer before getting inside him. Even through his alcoholic haze the pain had shocked him. In fact, it had sobered him up incredibly quick. It had seemed to last forever before the guy finally got off. They had both simply passed out.

In the morning, Akiha had been in to much pain to even move. The guy had apologized immensely, but the damage had quite literally already been done. He had explained to Akiha that his girlfriend had dumped him yesterday. Being roaring drunk and out of his mind with anger had made him irrational. So not only was Akiha injured, but he’d been used like any common whore. He thought that kind of treatment would scar anybody emotionally.

Akiha had been unable to go to classes for three days. When he had managed to get up he barely made it to the bathroom. Even three years after it all, the experience was still far to fresh in his mind. It was hard to just forget being treated like that. He really should have explained it all to Umeda, but his pride and insecurities had gotten in the way.

He glanced over at Umeda’s peaceful face. He loved the man completely. But he knew in order for them to really make it work between them he’d have to make some sacrifices. He’d also have to learn to trust and communicate openly when things upset him. Any relationship was doomed if those three things were ignored. Akiha wasn’t going to lose something he’d only just gained after years of fighting for it. He made up his mind to let Umeda have him. With that weight off his mind, he finally managed to drift off to sleep.

Akiha awoke to the pleasant feel of warm lips nipping at his neck. He sighed happily as a strong, calloused hand trailed down his chest to tweak his nipples. Ripples of pleasure slowly awakened and aroused his sleepy mind. He was unsurprised to note that a certain part of him was very much awake. A small puddle of pre-cum was already gathering just below his navel. He shivered as those clever fingers trailed down his stomach, circled his navel, and smeared cum over his belly. He moaned as that hand teased over the head and slit of his cock. A moment later, he was grasped firmly and stroked in one fluid motion.

“Let me fuck you,” Umeda breathed against his neck. His voice was rough from sleep and heavy with lust.

Akiha hesitated for only a moment. “Yes.”

A growl of happy arousal reverberated against his throat. There was a quick flurry of motion. When it was done, Umeda was straddling Akiha’s calves. His right hand was still on the photographer’s cock as he coated his other hand awkwardly with a bottle of lube. Akiha tensed as he saw that hand drift down between his legs. Involuntarily, he tried to draw his legs together.

Umeda leaned forward and kissed his inner thighs. “Relax. Trust me.”

At these words, Akiha’s legs lost their rigid tension. He let himself be spread open as Umeda slipped his slick fingers down to Akiha’s puckered opening. Umeda’s right hand twisted and rubbed expertly over the hyper sensitive area on the head of the photographer’s cock. The move sent shockwaves of sensation bolting up Akiha’s spin. He whimpered as the doctor’s other hand breached him for the first time. It felt strange to have that feeling down there after so long. And it was just one finger. It didn’t hurt...yet.

Umeda slowly thrust his finger in and out as he kept Akiha’s focus on his cock. After a few moments, the photographer began to moan and rock his hips a little with the strokes over his cock. Umeda carefully inserted a second finger. Akiha’s breath only hitched for a second. The doctor leaned forward to swipe his tongue over the length and head of the photographer’s cock. Akiha gasped and arched up into the brief, moist touch. The doctor crooked his fingers inside his lover, searching for that sweet spot.

Akiha’s eyes flew wide open a moment later as pleasure suddenly exploded up his nerves. “Ah! God!” He yelped. He’d forgotten what kind of incredible sensations that one spot brought when manipulated properly. All his anxiety melted away as his lover stroked over that spot again and again. He was soon a writhing mess of arousal and need. He hadn’t even noticed the addition of a third finger. The mild burn of being stretched was over shadowed by pleasure. He was more than ready when Umeda withdrew his fingers. He was unprepared when the doctor suddenly ordered him to turn over.

“Why?” he protested.

“Because it will be more comfortable for you in the long run. Now shut up and turn over,” Umeda explained briefly. His impatient tone had Akiha rolling over quickly. He didn’t want his lover to quit now. They both needed this badly. It had been way to long for the both of them.

Umeda pulled the photographer to his knees and pushed down between his shoulder blades. “Lower you chest until your stomach’s almost on the mattress. Don’t try to hold yourself up with your arms. Just relax,” Umeda instructed.

Akiha did as he was told. He moaned loudly as Umeda kissed a path down his spin that ended at the cleft of his ass. A moment later, he felt the doctor grab his hips. The blunt head of the doctor’s cock against his entrance. He took a deep, long breath forcing himself not to tense. Then Umeda was thrusting forward, slow and smooth. In one continuous motion, he buried himself inside of Akiha. The photographer sucked in a harsh breath. It burned and the feeling of being filled again was familiar and yet new.

Umeda stayed still for a few seconds until he was sure his lover was adjusted to the feeling. Then he couldn’t stay still any longer. He had staved off his lust and the wild need to pound Akiha’s ass for to long. He needed to move. And, God, the photographer was so fucking tight around him. It was like being inside a virgin. He began to thrust, trying to keep his movements slow and steady. Akiha moved with him, feeling the burn fade into a strange kind of pleasant friction. Then suddenly Umeda snapped his hips in at different angle. His cock struck Akiha’s sweet spot with perfect accuracy. The photographer keened loudly as shocks of sensation raced up his spin and back down into his cock. After that he was lost. Nothing else mattered, but the feel of Umeda moving inside him and the continuous lightning bolts of pleasure that seemed to reverberate through his brain and his cock. It was amazing and still not quite enough.

“Ah–please!” he gasped.

“Please what?” the doctor asked through gritted teeth.

“Harder or faster. Ah! Shit! Anything!” He begged shamelessly.

Umeda chuckled darkly and increased his pace. He leaned over his lover to bite down onto his shoulder as Umeda snapped his hips forward fast and rough. Akiha was practically babbling filth none stop. It was so fucking hot and yet amusing to hear the photographer using such language. He felt his orgasm beginning to build in the base of his cock. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

He reached around and grasped Akiha’s cock at the base. He blinked in surprise at the amount of pre-cum coating his fingers. It felt like his lover had already come, there was so much of it. Akiha was in total ecstasy. His entire body seemed to be alive with pleasure. His hips bucked and undulated wildly as Umeda’s hand and cock drove him rapidly towards release. He whimpered and keened as his body began to tremble with impending orgasm. He could feel it rushing in like a tsunami wave. Closer–closer!

“Ahh! Fuck! Please!” He sobbed down into the mattress. He needed it. Wanted it. He couldn’t stand it. Then it crashed over him so suddenly it took him by surprise. He cried out desperately as bliss flooded through him. All he could do was dig his fingers into the sheets and let the gratification rush through him.

The feel of Akiha coming all over Umeda’s hand and his insides tightening around the doctor’s cock like a vice was to much. Umeda’s orgasm was ripped from him so fast and so fierce it was almost painful. He’d definitely held back longer than he thought he should have. He seemed to cum forever until at last Akiha’s body had wrung every drop from his cock. He panted heavily like a dog under a hot sun as his came down from his high.

Beneath him, Akiha was still trembling with little after shocks of post orgasmic bliss. He groaned as Umeda pulled freed of him. The doctor laughed as cum flooded out after his cock and trickled down Akiha’s thighs and ass. He stared at his lover’s ass–reddened and dripping cum. He felt his cock give a half hearted twitch of arousal, but he was spent for now. That fucking had been long overdue. Akiha had collapsed onto the mattress. He protested weakly as Umeda gently rolled him over. The photographer watched as the doctor cleaned the cum from his fingers with his tongue. There was something incredibly sexy about watching another man taste his seed.

“Not as bad as you thought, huh?” Umeda smirked.

Akiha smiled at his lover’s smug face. “Definitely worth a repeat.”

“Oh yes. But now I think it’s time to shower and to get ready for work.”

“Urgh! You are so unromantic!” The photographer groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.

“Well, that’s your job–not mine. After all you look and act more like an uke than I do,” the doctor laughed as he got to his feet.

Akiha threw the pillow off and propped himself up on his elbows. “I do not!”

Umeda grinned. “ Might want to take a look in the mirror before you say that.”

The photographer glanced to the mirror hanging on the closet door and froze. His long, blond hair was disheveled, face flushed, his stomach was covered in cum, and more cum was still trickling out of him onto the sheets. He looked completely scandalous. He blushed hard, unable to look away.

“Mmmm...,” Umeda sighed. “I want to fuck you again. You look beautiful like that.”

“To bad you don’t have time,” Akiha stuck out his tongue.

“To bad for you, you mean,” the doctor shot back.

The photographer wiggled his eyebrows. “I can always fuck you in the shower.”

Umeda smiled as he walked towards the bathroom and paused in the doorway. “Now there’s an idea. But only if you can make it into the bathroom before I lock the door.”

Akiha was on his feet in an instant, racing across the bedroom. He skidded through the door before it was even half shut. He slid his hand between Umeda’s ass cheeks and teased his entrance. The doctor moaned loudly.

“Your neighbors are gonna hate us,” the photographer laughed.

“Shut up and get in the shower,” Umeda ordered, shoving him in that direction.

The sound of the water almost drowned out the sounds of their voices as they fucked. Almost...

“Hey Hokuto?” Akiha’s voice brought them both back to the present.

Umeda forced himself to not cringe. How could he use his first name so easily like that in public. It was gonna take a while to get over the muscle memory reaction. What was that saying about getting rid of bad habits? “Yes, Akiha?”

“Can I move in with you now we’re so in love!” The photographer kissed his neck sloppily.

“Urgh!” Umeda smacked at him. “Don’t get ahead of yourself! This thing between us only just started. And I’m no where near wanting you around that much!”

The photographer pouted. “Ahhh! Hokuto! You’re so mean! Don’t you love me?!”

“I think you’re the only one that’s said that so far. I’m still deciding,” the doctor replied coldly.

Akiha smirked. “That’s ok, because I know who makes you feel best in bed. Me!” He stole a kiss before dancing out of reach.

Umeda jumped to his feet and grabbed the photographer before he could get away again. He yanked Akiha into a fierce, short kiss before letting go. “Everything in good time, alright? We’ve got a lot of time together ahead of us.”

“Alright.” Akiha said, giving his love a brilliant smile. Umeda might as well have said they had forever together. That made him want to jump and sing for joy. He would bid his time too. One day they would live together. One of these days, Umeda would really confess to him, because they both knew he was in love too. So with those happy moments in the future, Akiha could be content to wait. It would only make those moments that much more sweet.

“Come on,” Umeda said, taking Akiha’s hand. “Let’s go to lunch.”

The End.

H.A.N.A K.I.M.I.

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I really hope you all enjoyed this final chapter. I can’t thank everyone enough for all the wonderful reviews I’ve gotten. You’ve all been so kind and so passionate about this story. I feel like I really shared something special with you guys and was so happy to have it received so whole heartedly. I wanna thank all of the returning readers for the ridiculous amounts of hits this story has. It may not have a crap load of reviews, but the hits speak volumes on how many of you came back over and over to keep reading. That makes me very happy.

Songs that inspired the story and the characterizations:

Umeda’s song: Your woman, by: White Town

(This song seriously sounds like a jilted, gay lover. Especially since it’s sung by a man. If you haven’t heard it in a while I recommend looking it up. Listen to it with that and Umeda in mind.)

Ryoichi’s song: Pretty When You Cry, by: Vast

(This is a rather cruel, sad, and sweet song when you listen to the lyrics. It’s a mess of contradictions. It suits Ryoichi perfectly. Definitely worth a listen.)

Akiha’s Song: Bad Case of Loving You, by: Robert Palmer

(Obviously the theme song for the whole story. Much love for this song.)

Sei’s Song: Faith, by: George Michaels

(Ironically, I picked up this song from one of Guitar Guy’s acts. He’s awesome. Look him up. Anyways, the song is just so Sei. It makes me giggle and sing loudly along with it whenever I hear it.)

Reiji’s Song: Bizarre Lover Triangle, by Stabbing Westward

(You’ll get it when you hear it. It’s everything Reiji was feeling during the story.)

Thanks again everyone!!