Bad Case of Loving You

Disclaimer: Don’t own. I just abuse the characters.

A/N: Yes really. More abuse for Umeda...actually I lied. But there will be angst and more sex. If they seem a little OC I’m sorry. I’m really trying hard not to do that. Thanks for all you readers who were kind enough to review. You made me very happy because I feared the story was going to end up in the gutter. Sorry, it took so long for an update. :D So remember keep reviewing and I’ll keep supplying. Thanks again and enjoy this installment.

CHAPTER THREE

Umeda woke up face down in damp sheets–reeking of sex– but over that was the wonderful smell of fresh coffee. The bright red numbers of his alarm clock reassured him that he had woken up with plenty of time to spare. A day at work with a hangover was not looking like a whole helluva lot of fun. He groaned low in throat as he rolled over on to his back. God, he was sore. That was one hell of a fucking last night. It had been just what he needed. He had gone to the club to forget and pick up a fuck toy. Funny how he ended up being the one picked up. It had been the first time that had happened in a long while. It had made him feel hot and desired again. A feeling that had slipped away in the last few weeks thanks to Ryoichi. He flinched just thinking of that man’s name.

He started when he heard the bedroom door open. He raised his head off the pillow to see Sei walking in with two cups of coffee. He pushed himself up onto his elbows before slowly pulling himself into a sitting position. Every sore spot in his body seemed to cry out at once. It been a long time since he’d felt aches in some of those spots. He scrubbed a hand down his face. He paused when he felt the dried tear tracks. The salty tracks felt gritty on his skin and so very revealing. When had he cried?

“I thought you’d be gone,” Umeda remarked gruffly, voice roughened from sleep. He scrubbed his fingers at the tear trackers in hopes that they would disappear. He tried to cover up his unease at finding out how far he’d lost control last night. God, he probably looked like hell too.

Sei smiled, sensing the older man’s discomfort. “I feel like I owe you for last night. That was a pretty mind blowing lay.”

“Hence the coffee?” he smirked.

“Well, yeah. I figured you might need it,” the college kid replied, holding out the cup.

What the hell did that mean? Umeda tensed then forced himself to relax. When had he become so defensive about everything? Fucking Ryoichi. He forced the thought of him away. “I do. Thank you,” he took the proffered cup.

“Somebody tried to call you,” Sei told him.

The doctor leaned over to grab his cell phone. He flipped it open and wasn’t at all surprised to see Akiha’s number glaring at him. He narrowed his eyes in disgust before tossing it back on the night stand. He didn’t want to talk to the photographer for a while. He’d had enough of being jerked around.

“Someone you don’t like?” the college boy asked.

Umeda snorted. “It’s none of your business.”

Sei watched him over the mug of his coffee. He shrugged off the curt response in favor of changing the subject. “So what do you do?”

“I’m a high school doctor for a bunch of ungrateful little pukes,” he smiled at those words.

“I wish my high school doctor had been as hot as you. I would have been in his office a lot more,” the college boy laughed.

The doctor shook his head before drinking more of his coffee. He quirked an eyebrow at Sei as the kid leaned over to take his cup away from him.

“You can be my doctor. You can check my prostate once a day,” Sei gave him a sly look as he set both the coffee cups on the night stand. “How about you start now?”

Umeda chuckled as Sei slowly pushed him backwards onto the bed. He waited until the kid’s weight had settled over him. He slid his foot up Sei’s leg with a smirk before hooking his heel over Sei’s knee and with a quick flex, flipped the kid onto his back. He pinned Sei’s wrists to the bed before shoving his thigh between the college kid’s legs.

“My turn,” he breathed against Sei’s ear and then nipped at the kid’s ear lobe. Sei sighed and arched up into him but Umeda denied him any gratifying friction against his body.

“Fuck,” Sei groaned in frustration.

A grin spread across his face. “You will be.”

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

Sei left the doctor’s apartment, walking a little awkwardly. Umeda had sure given back twice what he received. The college kid only found that fair. Damn that man was an awesome seme. If he’d never been on top of the guy he never would have guessed that Umeda was just as amazing as an uke. He probably would have been perfectly happy being the one taking it. Still he’d never forget the way the doctor looked with his cock buried in him. Damn, that was so fucking sexy.

He glanced down at his watch. “Shitཀ” he gasped. He’d promised to meet his best friend over at their favorite restaurant. He hadn’t realized it was so lateཀ

After racing for the nearest bus stop, he just barely made it on to the one running in the direction he needed to go. Thankfully, he got to the restaurant only a few minutes after the specified time they’d set up. He felt a little guilty about it but not enough to put a damper on his happiness. He found his friend sitting at their favorite table, tapping his fingers on the table top.

“Reiji-kun,” he greeted with a smile.

The cute uke returned his smile. “Sei-kun, you’re late again.”

“I know, but I had a good excuse,” he replied.

“Uh huh. Did you miss your bus again?” Sei teased.

“Nope. Remember that perfect top you were always bragging getting laid by?” Sei asked his friend.

Reiji grinned. “Of course. He was unforgettable.”

“Yeah, he is,” Sei laughed.

“He topped you too?” Reiji asked as he leaned forward in interest.

Sei nodded, then grinned. “After I topped him.”

His friend’s jaw dropped open. “What?ཀ”

“I topped him.”

“No way. You’re lying,” Reiji was disbelieving.

Sei pretended to look irritated. “No, I swear. I know where he lives.”

“He brought you to his placeཀ? Where’d you find him?”

“He was at that club we all like to hang out at. I walked over and asked if he’d play bottom for me,” Sei told his friend.

Reiji still looked taken aback. It was almost to incredible to believe. “But how did you get him to say yes? I didn’t think his type played bitch to anyone.”

“I think I caught him at a weak moment. He didn’t resist as much as I thought he would. But, God, top or bottom he is amazing,” Sei sighed. A dreamy look passed over his face.

“I told you. It’s like he’s got innate sex talent. He’s so hot,” Reiji agreed.

Sei nodded. “He’s got sinful lips.”

“And those eyes could melt a person into a puddle,” Reiji got a dreamy look on his face.

“I wanna fuck him again,” Sei said firmly.

His friend snorted. “No way. He’s pure top. He’d never let you do that again.”

“Bet I can.” Sei spoke confidently.

“Good luck with that,” Reiji rolled his eyes.

Sei dropped the ego act. “I wanna know him. He’s got this weight he carries around like a personal cross.” The man was beautiful, but Sei would never forget those silent tears that night. The calm, distant persona the doctor had presented at the club had completely shattered when Sei had taken him. That man he’d held in his arms that night when he fell asleep was the man he wanted to get to know.

“You think he’s madly in love with someone?” Reiji asked curiously.

Sei remembered the ignored phone call and the tears. “I’d bet on it.”

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

It was the end of the school day finally. To Umeda, it had seemed like the day would never end. Nothing but bothersome accident prone kids wondering into his office all day. He had enough irritation without all that. He knew it was his job, but today it had been the day for stupid injured. Especially trivial shit like a freaking scraped kneeཀ Wash it yourself kid and put a band aid on itཀ He had wanted to yell that so bad it hurt. Despite, his more than usual short temper, the kids just kept coming inཀ

It was all over now. He was packing away all his equipment and locking up for the day. This was his time when he could relax from a stressful day by losing himself in organization of his work space. He was just getting to the point when he could breathe easier again. Suddenly, loud familiar footsteps interrupted the previous blissful silence. Umeda felt his heart sink into his feet. God, not nowཀHe thought angrily just as Akiha slammed the door open.

Umeda’s eye twitched as he fought the urge to throw something lethal at the overly jovial photographer. Perhaps the evil rot-in-hell look was harsher than normal, because it made Akiha pause. That was a first. It certainly wasn’t enough to deter him. It never was.

“What the hell do you wantཀ” Umeda half yelled in irritation.

Akiha grinned. “I am here to cheer you upཀ”

“It would cheer me up immensely if you turned around and left,” he replied acidly, side stepping the younger man’s intended hug..

“But you look forward to my visitsཀ” Akiha protested, cheesy smile never leaving his face.

Umeda felt a headache coming on. “I look forward to the door closing behind you when you leave.”

“But don’t you get lonely when you don’t see me?” Akiha whined.

“No, I don’t. I have other people I’d rather see,” Umeda snapped.

Akiha went quiet for a moment. Other people? Umeda had never been much of a socialite when it came to people. Not unless it involved picking up another temporary boyfriend. His breath froze in his throat. Umeda wouldn’t have done that yet? Would he? It was way to soon after a heart break to be rebounding off someone. Concern welled in his chest. He found himself asking before he could stop it. “You found someone else to be with?”

Umeda answered caustically. “He found me.”

“Who?” Akiha inquired, trying to hide the hurt.

“Why’s it matter to you?” Umeda glared at him.

Akiha couldn’t hide the hurt from the doctor this time. “You know I love you.”

“No, you don’t,” Umeda replied coldly. He stepped back and took one last look at his office. Everything was in place for tomorrow’s school day. He shrugged out of his doctor’s coat and hung it on the peg by the door. Akiha watched the doctor pull on his trench coat before gathering up his wallet, cell phone, and keys. Everything Umeda did spoke of a man who liked having everything in order. It was a conflicting image with the passionate nature of the doctor. Akiha followed Umeda out the door and waited patiently as the doctor looked up.

“How can I convince you that I really love you?” Akiha asked with a bit of a whiney tone, as Umeda began to stride down the hall.

The doctor looked over his shoulder in annoyance. “You can’t. And I don’t see how that has to do with my love life.”

“Ok, fine. Don’t you think it’s a little early to be starting new with someone?” the photographer asked, changing the subject.

“No, I don’t. And I’m not starting over,” Umeda shoved his hands into his pockets.

Akiha sighed as he stayed close by his friend’s side. “I understand, but rebounding with someone isn’t a good idea. It’s only been a week since–.”

“I’m not reboundingཀ” Umeda growled. He wasn’tཀ But even to him that sounded pathetic. “The kid found meཀ If he wants to fuck me that’s his thing.”

“So you’ll take anyone? Even a kid?” Akiha stared at him in shock.

Umeda scowled at the photographer. The photographer was seriously beginning to piss him off. Since when had his life become Akiha’s businessཀ And did he really think that Umeda would go for a fucking kidཀ? “What’d you take me for? He’s a college student.”

They walked out the side doors of the school and made their way down the sidewalk together. Umeda strode swiftly, knowing the faster he walked the sooner he could get rid of the bother by his side. This conversation was really beginning to get on his nerves.

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you,” Akiha could see the invisible feathers getting ruffled on Umeda’s back “What if this kid falls for you?”

“What about it? He’s a freaking adult. He can take care of himself,” the doctor replied cooly. It was getting harder to hold down his temper. Thank God they were nearing the front gate so he could get away.

Akiha frowned. “That’s mean. I still don’t think it’s a good idea. You just had your heart broken.”

“You know what–,” Umeda came to an abrupt stop by the wall surrounding the school. “Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?”

“But–?”

The doctor finally lost it. “Shuttupཀ I’m sick of hearing your opinion on everything I doཀ Stop talking about my life like you know somethingཀ”

“If you would just give me a chance–?” Akiha never finished the sentence.

Umeda grabbed Akiha by his jacket and swung him around into the wall. The doctor was so angry he couldn’t think straight. He wanted to punch the blond for acting like he knew everything about what was going on. The urge to pound his head off the bricks was almost unbearable. Instead, he pressed in and crushed his lips to Akiha’s. He didn’t know why he did it. It was by no means an act of lust instead of anger. It was the only way he could think to truly hurt the photographer in a way that would sink in. He assaulted the blond’s mouth with teeth and tongue, forgetting where he was, and only focusing on causing pain.

Akiha whimpered pitifully as Umeda’s teeth bit into his lip until it bled. It hurt like hell, but the rough treatment was turning him on as much as it was hurting him. His hands flexed uselessly against Umeda’s chest. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to push the doctor away or pull him in closer. The doctor kissed Akiha until he couldn’t breathe and the pain in his mouth was almost unbearable. When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Umeda broke away. The doctor shoved Akiha back against the wall one last time before stalking away. Umeda wiped at the blood on his lips without bothering to even look back.

The blond swiped at the blood dripping down his chin from the bite Umeda had inflicted on his bottom lip. That was going to hurt for a while. He sighed heavily staring at the blood on his fingers. Well, at least Umeda hadn’t punched him. Still Umeda had never been angry enough to hurt him in any way before. He knew he’d gone to far with that last remark. He had the feeling of being watched and glanced over. Mizuki, Sano, and Nakatsu were staring at him in equal parts of shock, disgust, and concern between them.

“Akiha-san, are you alright?” Mizuki asked tentatively.

He swiped at the still bleeding cut again. Why did the small cuts always bleed so much? “Yeah, I just pushed him to far.”

“You think so,” Sano remarked coldly. Mizuki elbowed him roughly.

“Whatever. That was disgusting,” Nakatsu scowled. “Two guys shouldn’t be doing that in public.”

“I’m sure Umeda did it just to spite you,” Akiha said irritably. He didn’t need kids giving him lectures. Damn, now he was starting to sound like Umeda.

Mizuki looked worried. “He’s been really stressed lately–.”

“You don’t have to cover for him, Mizuki-chan,” Akiha said quietly. “It was my own fault.”

Mizuki watched in concern as the photographer walked away with a defeated slump to his shoulders. Whatever was going on between the two adults was unsettling. She wished there was something she could do to help them both. It was sad to see the doctor treating Akiha that way when really the photographer only had the best of intentions. Why did adults have to make everything so difficult? She hoped for bother their sakes that they worked something out soon before someone got really hurt.

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

Umeda felt like screaming in frustration when he walked down the hall to his apartment door and saw Tadame Sei waiting beside it. Fuck, this was getting ridiculousཀ Just what did all these guys want from him? Akiha wouldn’t leave him alone. Now this kid. All he wanted was to get inside his apartment, stretch out on the couch, and bury himself in a bottle of sake. He was not in the mood to deal with another horny male. Least of all this fucking kid who’d seen him cry for God’s sakeཀ He still couldn’t believe he’d let himself break down that far. Why the hell was this kid here anyways?

“What do you want?” Umeda snapped angrily as he walked up to his door.

The kid eyed him thoughtfully. “To fuck, of course.”

“You had me already. I don’t give do-overs,” Umeda answered flatly. He kept his back to the kid as he unlocked his apartment door. To his irritation, his cock had already jumped to attention just from the word ‘fuck’. Why couldn’t his body listen to his mind for once? He didn’t want to fuckཀ

Sei reached out and ran his hand down the doctor’s back to cup his ass. The tension in Umeda’s body thrummed through him. Sei decided not to comment on it. “It’s not a do-over. It’s a do again. What have you got to lose?”

“I’m not your bitch. Go find some pretty boy to fuck,” Umeda spat out as he opened his door.

“I would if I believed you,” Sei smiled at his back. He trailed his hand around Umeda’s hip to cup his arousal. “This is giving me a different answer though.”

Umeda growled angrily. “Get off me.” Fucking intuitive kid. He turned to yell at the kid but was met with a fierce kiss instead. Lust bolted down his spin straight to his cock. He was moving before he realized it. All his pent up angry and frustration welled up inside him with frightening intensity. His hands were on the kid’s shirt and yanking him inside as their mouths fought for dominance. It was a wild, furious few minutes as they struggled for the position of seme. Clothes were ripped off and tossed aside. Their hands, mouths, and bodies flexed, fought, and scrambled against each other. They stumbled through the apartment, banging into the walls and over furniture. Umeda somehow found himself backed up against the dining room table. He cried out sharply as Sei’s teeth sank into his neck and sucked hard. The world seemed to revolve as he was spun around then found himself bent over the table. He didn’t care. He braced himself up with his hands, whining embarrassingly as Sei thrust into him hard enough to shake the table.

He dropped his head down between his arms, whimpering and scrambling to stay upright as Sei pounded into him from behind. He didn’t even try to stifle the sounds escaping his throat. He let lust take over, cloud his senses, and lost himself to the feel of Sei’s body. God, he loved the feeling of being so filled it almost hurt. Their pace was sloppy, rough, and hard. Neither gave a shit to the noise they were making. All they cared about was the jarring pleasure that was shooting through every nerve in their high strung bodies. It was over much to fast. He came without Sei even having to touch his cock. He collapsed onto the table top as the college kid went over the edge. He groaned deep in his chest when Sei pulled his cock free. The feel of cum spilling out of him and trailing down the back of his thighs made him shiver.

“You’re so beautiful, doc,” Sei murmured against his skin as he kissed a pattern down Umeda’s back to his ass.

Umeda let out a shuddery breath and smiled, enjoying the loose, fucked out feel of orgasmic after glow. He really did love being a bottom despite how little he let someone have him. He liked being taken and dominated like that on some strange, twisted level in his brain. It made him feel wanted. Whether the kid realized it or not, Umeda needed this more than he was willing to admit.

He moaned softly as Sei caressed his still semi-hard dick in one hand. The other hand smoothed over the skin of his hips and ass. It was a calming gesture, but one that was beginning to rekindle the desire again. A quick glance back proved it was the same for Sei. He sometimes forgot how fast youths could recover from sex. He was getting older and a little more mellow but his body still reacted faster than most his age. Without thinking on it further, Umeda shoved all the crap off the table and onto the floor. He turned around in Sei’s arms to hoist himself up onto the edge of the table. Sei’s eyes went wide with delight and lust as Umeda hooked his legs around the kid’s waist and drew him in closer.

He reached up to pull the kid’s mouth down into a bruising kiss. He pulled back and smirked at Sei. “Again?”

Sei swallowed hard at the lusty look in the doctor’s eyes. His cock twitched hard as he took in Umeda’s disheveled hair, intense amber eyes, and flushed face. His gazed wandered from that beautiful face down the doctor’s lithe, lean body and stopped at his perfect cock. The doctor was living beauty. He wanted to fuck him again in an instant. He shoved the doctor down onto his back before yanking his legs up over his shoulders. He took deep delight in the sharp gasp that escaped Umeda as he slammed back inside the doctor’s tight entrance. The man was so unbelievably tight around him. It was exquisite torture. Their wild dance of sex began all over again. Both were swept away on the tide of pleasure they found in each other’s bodies. Time was lost to them as they moved in perfect sync with each other. It didn’t seem to take long before they both came again.

Sei pulled out and flopped back into one of the chairs. He felt loose, tired, and completely sated. Twice within the space of an hour was pretty good, but he still wanted more. Fucking the doctor was an addiction worse than any drug. He looked up at Umeda, who was once again sitting on the edge of the table, leaning back on his hands. He seemed calmer and softer than Sei had ever seen him. Apparently, fucked out looked good on the doctor, because it made him want him again. He hadn’t been this horny for someone in a long time.

“You know for a top, you really seem to like bottoming,” Sei remarked with a smirk. Umeda shrugged as he lighted up a cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into the air. Damn, those sinful lips, Sei thought. He wanted to see those lips stretched around his cock. But he’d save that for another time.

Umeda felt drained, but so very satisfied. He finished off his cigarette with a soft sigh. He stubbed it out before forcing himself to get to his feet. Exhaustion tugged at him. It had been a long stressful day and he hadn’t fucked that hard in a while. He was ready for some sleep. He heard Sei follow him as he headed for the bedroom and his wonderful mattress. He collapsed onto it as soon as he was close enough. Sei chuckled before pushing him over and settling in next to him. Umeda didn’t protest when the kid pulled the covers up over them then pulled the doctor’s unresisting body into his arms. A soft smile of contentment crossed Umeda’s face. He liked the feel of being held like he was appreciated. They fell asleep, curled against each other.

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

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Like I said I tried to make it as unOC as possible. In my opinion, I’ve been in similar situations in both Akiha and Umeda’s spots. It’s never pleasant. I’m hoping my own experiences have helped to write an honest reaction on both their parts. Anywho, until next time!