Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love-Hate Relationship ❯ Love-Hate Relationship ( Chapter 1 )
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By: PrettyKitty93 
Jousho aims to get to know Daiki better, and oh does he get to know him better...
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.23.2009 | Updated On: 06.15.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 421 | Status: Completed
Jousho aims to get to know Daiki better, and oh does he get to know him better...
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.23.2009 | Updated On: 06.15.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 421 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: the characters and the plot all belong to me, since this is my own original story.
Warnings: a lot of language, no sex but implied stuff, slight mention of rape...
Author's Notes: The characters in my story all belong in the Phenom series, which is pretty much my own little thing with all these Gods and Goddesses who live in Heaven. It has a main plot and story, but lately I've been obsessed with writing all these little side Yaoi stories for my own crazy fan-girl amusement ^_^. Anyways, just so you can understand the story all the characters pretty much work in these office-like places where they control all the things that happen on Earth because each god has their own thing they control (elements, emotions, ect.) Although in these little side things they barely work... he he he.
EDIT: Make sure you read "Jealous of His Happiness" first! The story won't make as much sense if you don't!
Love-Hate Relationship
Eighteen-year old Daiki, the God of Hate, consequently lives up to his name. He’s as gorgeous as he wants to be, but he act so cold towards everyone most don’t want to deal with him. Most, except for Jousho, the God of Emotions.
Daiki dislikes dressing in suits and ties and doing office work all day but shockingly he actually does his work still. Except for the usually coldness or smacking and groping people of any gender in inappropriate places, you don’t get much trouble from him.
“So Daiki, what do you do in your spare time?” Jousho asked the raven-haired boy one day at work.
“Stuff,” the boy shrugged.
This was going to be like getting an answer out of a five-year old. “What kind of stuff?” Jousho inquired.
“Stuff that would shock you,” he replied. “I mean hell, you’d probably freak out because one, you’re and adult and two, you’re a tight-ass adult. Plus, you’re my boss, you could fire me for that kind of shit.”
“Can’t fire you, gods really can’t get fired unless Kami sees it fit to. And even if I could, I wouldn’t,” Jousho promised.
“Well if you can’t fire me I guess I could tell you… I’m a prostitute,” he confessed. “But then again, I guess you could use a favor Mr. Tight-ass. How about you stop by where I stay sometime?”
“Me? Go to a prostitute?”
“Don’t act like you can’t afford it on your salary,” Daiki replied as he wrote an address on a post-it note.
“I mean, I just don’t know about all that,” Jousho sighed as Daiki handed him the address.
“Aren’t you almost thirty? Why don’t you live a little?”
“I’m only twenty-six, I have plenty of time to live. And I’m not going to live by sleeping around with random people,”
“Then don’t sleep with random people, sleep with me instead. I’m not random, I’m not a people. There, problem solved,” Daiki explained with quick talking and cunning equivalent to a salesman. “In fact, since I like you, how about I give you a little free sample right here in the confines of my office?”
“No, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Jousho declined.
“Aww, and I was in a pretty giving mood too,” Daiki sighed, looking rather disappointed. Or pretending to look disappointed, Jousho couldn’t tell which. “Well, I guess I’ll go see if I can get a rouse out of those girl angels with the big hooters. Hopefully I’ll see you tonight, Mr. Tight-ass,” he said, smacking Jousho on the butt as he left out his office.
“Geez, I can’t tell if he’s flirting with me or what,” Jousho spoke as he looked at the address on the note.
But, he still decided to go anyways.
Jousho may be a loud, funny, and sociable guy, but he is still the type that’s all straight laced and follows the rules. Strangely enough, it turns out he blended in very well among the other “customers”, since most of them were business men or women dressed in suits and such who just got of work and were looking for a nighttime romp.
“Desperate,” he thought to himself. But then again, he was here too so he couldn’t say anything.
But the whole ordeal was way different than he thought it was. Instead of them being typical prostitutes that worked the corners, they all stayed here. Illegal stuff was getting more business orientated these days.
“Hey bub, who do you want?”asked a short scruffy looking man who was in the lobby of the run-down apartment building.
“Is Daiki here?” Jousho questioned.
“Yep. Hey Dai! C’mere a sec will ya?” the man called upstairs.
Daiki came down stairs in an dark grey button up that was hanging open and tight faded black jeans with small silver chains hanging from the sides and black boots. “Look who’s here, it’s Mr. Tight-ass. Sorry I’m a little over-dressed for the occasion, by the way you were acting earlier I didn’t think you’d show.”
“No, you’re not over-dressed at all,” Jousho muttered, slightly staring at Daiki’s chest.
“Well, you’ve got your car right? Let’s go to a nice hotel room…and try not to leave a trail of drool behind you,” Daiki said as he headed out the door. Jousho quickly came to his senses and followed the raven-haired boy out to his car.
They jumped inside the midnight blue car and hit the streets. At one stoplight, Jousho lit up a cigarette, partially out of habit and to calm his nerves.
“Hey, can I have one too?” Daiki asked.
“I didn’t know you smoked,”
“Not a lot but occasionally I do. Actually I had no idea you smoked either,” Daiki commented as he lit a cigarette for himself. “No wonder you look thirty already.”
“Very funny,” Jousho replied, not too happy about the way he keeps hinting that he looks old.
“Look, don’t get mad. Would I have offered you, out of all the people at the office, to sleep with me if I thought you looked old? I’m just teasing, you’re deliciously sexy and I don’t get why you’re still single,”
“I don’t get it either,”
“Oh wait, maybe it’s because you’re a tight-ass…” Daiki suggested. “But still, you’re deliciously sexy. Not to mention you look like you’d have a big dick. I dig that.”
Jousho thought that Daiki was acting kind of like an over excited child, spouting off one thing after another just because he can and he gets away with it.
“Yeah,” he sighed as he took a drag off the cigarette. “That thing between your legs I’m obsessed with it, and I want it in my ass tonight. I usually try to be on top when I’m with those older business-type guys because they like to pound into people too fucking hard, but I’m sure I can trust you.”
They finally arrived in the parking lot of the nicest hotel nearby, and Jousho couldn’t have been happier. He didn’t necessarily have the cleanest mouth out there, but hearing the way Daiki talked was slightly creeping him out.
They made their way inside and checked in at the front desk. “Here’s your room key, enjoy your stay,” the secretary said as she handed Jousho the card.
“So how much is this all going to cost anyways?” Jousho asked once they got in their room. He sat on the bed and took his suit jacket off.
“Fi….ded…” Daiki muttered to where Jousho could barely hear him.
“Daiki… tell me how much this is going to cost,”
“Five hundred an hour,”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I didn’t know any freaking prostitutes cost that much,”
“Well I generate the most clientele so I cost the most. Plus I’m good at what I do, what can I say?”
“You can say ‘bye’ because I’m leaving,” Jousho snapped, and headed to the door.
“No, wait!” Daiki exclaimed, catching Jousho by the wrist. “Since you’re my boss how about I drop the price to two-hundred?”
“How about you drop it to nothing?”
“You’re killing me here!” Daiki whined, in a rather cute way befitting only to his looks but not his personality. In fact, it was now that Jousho realized what was so different about Daiki tonight. He was acting more child-like and less bastard-like than usual.
“…Fine, two-hundred,” Jousho agreed.
“Thanks sexy,” Daiki replied, leading him back to the bed by his tie. “Now, how about we find out about that dick of yours?” The raven first pulled off the black belt and discarded it on the floor, and then unbuttoned his black pants. Those too, were thrown on the floor in the land of forgotten clothing. Finally, he slipped off the man’s underwear and exclaimed, “Yep, you’re fucking hung. How’d I know? C’mon ask me.”
Jousho rolled his eyes at the young adult who was acting like undressing him was Christmas morning all over again. “Okay, how’d you-”
“Because guys who are bosses always do,” he proclaimed proudly. “Or like I always say, ‘The power doesn’t just go to their heads…it goes to their dick too.’”
“Thank you?” Jousho said, at a loss of what to say.
“You are so welcome,” he replied before taking the man’s shaft in his mouth.
The next morning at the office, Jousho was practically passed out at his desk.
“Man, what the hell happened to you? You look dead,” Netami, Jousho’s closest friend, asked his exhausted boss.
“Late night,” Jousho replied. “Not to mention I have a hangover as well.” Daiki had convinced him that they should get sloppy drunk, because it would be more fun that way. He didn’t even consider the fact that Daiki was too young to drink though.
“That little bastard Daiki hasn’t been groping any girls –or guys, for that matter- this morning, I wonder what’s up with him?” Netami commented.
“Probably can’t walk,” Jousho mumbled.
“Jousho… you didn’t do what I think you did, did you?” Netami warned.
“What, you’re the only one who’s allowed to like younger men?”
“There is many things wrong with this conversation. For one, I thought you were straight. Two, he’s eight years younger than you. Three, he’s an asshole.”
“One, people change. Two, I don’t give a damn as long as he’s legal, and three, no he’s not,”
“But he’s barely even legal!”
“No one can be barely legal, either they are or aren’t. And he is because he’s already eighteen and about to turn nineteen in a month,”
“Fine, let’s just end this conversation. I’ll talk to you later I guess,” Netami sighed, walking out the office as Daiki, the person in question, walked in.
“Hey sexy,” Daiki greeted, giving Jousho a long, rather intimate kiss.
“Hey, that reminds me, since we ended up falling asleep at the hotel does that mean I owe you for all those hours?”
“No… of course not,” Daiki replied rather hesitantly. Then he went around the desk and sat in the man’s lap while wrapping his arms loosely around his neck. “I mean I kind of got in trouble now because I didn’t come back last night but I’ll be okay. Not to mention I’m kind of limping but maybe no one’ll notice.”
Jousho felt kind of guilty now. He knew he said that when he finally had Daiki he was going to fuck him senseless to where he couldn’t walk for days, but maybe that was a little too much of an ambition.
“Dai I’m sorry, I didn’t think an all-nighter was going to take such a toll on you,”
“No really, it’s alright. I’m used to all-nighters. But, maybe I should get back to-“
“Wait, just let me ask you one more thing,” Jousho stopped the raven. “Who’s your god-brother or sister?”
“My god-brother or sister…?” he choked out, trailing off.
“Dai, just tell me who they are,”
“I… I actually... don’t have a god-brother or sister,” he confessed.
“I’ve never heard of anyone not having one, all heavenly beings get assigned one if they are under twenty-one when they arrive here.”
“Well, I got assigned the man that I work for, but he’s not technically related to us in the eyes of the law. No one else wanted to have me because they thought I was too much of a hell raiser and I can’t live on my own until I’m either twenty-one or I have the consent of an older sibling to do so. So, I’m stuck with these people until I turn twenty-one,”
“But can’t you leave as long as you get their consent?” Jousho asked, wiping away the single tear that rolled down Daiki’s cheek.
“They never let anyone leave unless they have to. And they especially won’t let me leave because I’m their biggest money maker,” he sobbed. “So like I said I’m stuck until I turn twenty-one. You know, that’s why I dropped out of high school. I couldn’t take working here and going to school and working all-nighters because I was soooo damn cute! I was a junior too, only two years away from graduating but it didn’t matter because I kept flunking every fucking class because I could never do my fucking homework! Being ‘cute’ isn’t going to help you through school, and it apparently it isn’t enough to find someone to even want to take care of you either. The only thing people want me for is my body, and believe it or not contrary to popular belief I don’t like being someone’s man-whore!”
“Isn’t there any way you could get a god-brother or sister?”
“No, they own me. I’m theirs until I’m of-age. And quite frankly I don’t want to be with anyone else than you, you’re the only one who didn’t shun me because I looked like a hell-raiser, and you talked to me every day!”
“Look, I want you to stay at my place tonight until I can figure a way out of this. And I won’t take no for an answer,” Jousho announced.
“You’re serious? I get to stay at your house?!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, but just don’t tell anyone. We don’t want any trouble or anything,”
When Jousho brought Daiki to his house, he came to the conclusion that maybe he acts so child-like because he’s missed out on a huge part of his childhood. He got so excited over being at his house it was overwhelming.
“Where am I going to sleep?” Daiki asked once he settled down. They were in Jousho’s bedroom changing into night clothes. In Daiki’s case, it was a large shirt with a faded baseball team logo on it. It was a good thing Jousho was so big –and Daiki was so little- or else he wouldn’t been able to find him anything to wear.
“Wherever you want to sleep. There’s the guest room, the couch-“
“Your bed,” he replied, sighing contently. “I want to sleep with you.”
“Alright, whatever you say, goes,” Jousho agreed with the raven.
“Are we going to have sex?” he wondered aloud.
“Do you want to?” Jousho asked him, not wanting him to force him to do anything.
The only problem was, ever since he was a kid he always forced to do it even when he didn’t want to, so now that Daiki was given a choice, he didn’t even know anymore. “I dunno,” he replied, perplexed. “Do you want to?”
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,”
Daiki seemed as though he were going to think long and hard about whether he wanted to have sex or not, so Jousho just told him not to worry about and whatever happens, happens. Eventually he just settled on laying in his warm, gentle arms.
“Hey Jousho?” Daiki said as they laid together enveloped in darkness.
“Yeah?
“When I lived on Earth, I lived with my mom, my sister and my step-dad. Wait, technically my step-dad didn’t live with us until I was nine and my sister was five… but yeah. I really didn’t like my mom because I blamed her for my real dad leaving. Lucky for my sister she wasn’t old enough to remember how nice my dad was. My step dad… he was okay at first. He was the one that started telling me all this stuff about sex, and I wasn’t supposed to tell my mom about it. I guess that right there would clue you in that something’s up,”
“Yes, it would,” Jousho sighed rather solemnly.
Daiki continued on. “I remember that on Sundays we would always do these things where my mom and my sis had mother/daughter outings and me and my step-dad would have father/son bonding trips. Now he never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do, it was more like he made it a privilege to do those things. I wasn’t even aware that any of those things were bad and he could get arrested for it. Whenever my mom would be out somewhere, he’d always take me into the room and tell me to do something like give him a hand-job or suck him off or anything like that. But then the whole problem started when he actually wanted to fuck me but I didn’t like it because it hurt too much. And that’s when I told him that if he does it to me again I was going to tell my mom… and he said he’d beat me to a bloody pulp if I told anyone. So, for years I didn’t. And then when I was sixteen I just ended it all… because I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
“So that’s how you died…” Jousho spoke, barely above a whisper.
“Yes, because I thought that whatever was waiting for me up here would be better than what I had on Earth. But, I was treated as bad, actually worse, here than I was treated on Earth. Heaven is supposed to be where you can be finally saved from your problems, but instead of being fucked by one horrible man every night, I’m pounded into by multiple strangers every night,” Daiki sniffed.
The raven-haired boy didn’t say anymore, but Jousho could hear the soft sobs and sniffles of the boy for the second time today. The older man didn’t know what else to say, so he just gave him a tight squeeze letting him know he was here for him. No matter what Netami or anyone else said, he couldn’t let him down anymore than he already had been several times in his life already.
Daiki gave him his story, and to any spirit in the afterlife your story was practically all you had. No matter how many riches or possessions you had, any god’s most worldly possession was their past and to share it with someone else meant a great deal of love. And coming from the God of Hate, that was the most precious possession of all.
Jousho was still in his pajamas as he fixed coffee the next morning. A disheveled Daiki made his way into the kitchen, still looking oh-so-adorable in his state of untidiness. He rubbed his indigo eyes and looked at the time on the microwave. “Jousho! We’re two hours late for work!”
“I know, I know. I gave both of us the day off because I have somewhere I want to take you today,” the red head explained, sipping his coffee. “Want some?”
“No thanks,” Daiki replied, making a slight face of disgust at the black coffee.
“Now, I’m not even going to tell you where we’re going, it’s a surprise. So you should get dressed so we can get going as soon as possible,”
“I’m going to go shower right now,” Daiki announced, turning on heel as he headed out the kitchen
The next day at work…
“Guess who got married?!” Jousho shouted as he carried Daiki into the office building bridal-style.
There wasn’t a closed mouth in the building, and there was even a sound of shattering as Kanashii dropped her coffee mug.
“This is some kind of sick joke, right?” Yasu whispered to Kanashii.
“I don’t think they’re joking…” Kanashii gasped.
“Jousho, please put the boy down and tell us you’re just playing a sick, sick joke on us all,” Netami practically pleaded to his best friend.
Jousho did put his raven down, and replied, “I love him.”
“And I love you too, sexy,” Daiki replied, giving his new spouse a playful smack on the rear.
“Okay not helping,” he hissed.
“This is just… really sudden. I mean, aren’t people just supposed to start dating first?” Yasu pointed out.
“Yasu, you being the Goddess of True Love, should know best of all that sometimes it just happens like this,” Jousho explained as he tossed a gold key to Kanashii. “And you, can you cover for me?”
“Why? Where are you two going?” Kanashii questioned, twisting the single gold key between her fingers.
“On our, uh… honeymoon,” Daiki said, before giving such a devious smile to scare the pants off his co-workers before walking out arm-in-arm with Jousho.
~Owari (The End)~
A.N: Okay, I know this ending didn't clear up alot about WHY they got married, so I'll probably be writing a second part to this side story as well. Please review!
Warnings: a lot of language, no sex but implied stuff, slight mention of rape...
Author's Notes: The characters in my story all belong in the Phenom series, which is pretty much my own little thing with all these Gods and Goddesses who live in Heaven. It has a main plot and story, but lately I've been obsessed with writing all these little side Yaoi stories for my own crazy fan-girl amusement ^_^. Anyways, just so you can understand the story all the characters pretty much work in these office-like places where they control all the things that happen on Earth because each god has their own thing they control (elements, emotions, ect.) Although in these little side things they barely work... he he he.
EDIT: Make sure you read "Jealous of His Happiness" first! The story won't make as much sense if you don't!
Love-Hate Relationship
Eighteen-year old Daiki, the God of Hate, consequently lives up to his name. He’s as gorgeous as he wants to be, but he act so cold towards everyone most don’t want to deal with him. Most, except for Jousho, the God of Emotions.
Daiki dislikes dressing in suits and ties and doing office work all day but shockingly he actually does his work still. Except for the usually coldness or smacking and groping people of any gender in inappropriate places, you don’t get much trouble from him.
“So Daiki, what do you do in your spare time?” Jousho asked the raven-haired boy one day at work.
“Stuff,” the boy shrugged.
This was going to be like getting an answer out of a five-year old. “What kind of stuff?” Jousho inquired.
“Stuff that would shock you,” he replied. “I mean hell, you’d probably freak out because one, you’re and adult and two, you’re a tight-ass adult. Plus, you’re my boss, you could fire me for that kind of shit.”
“Can’t fire you, gods really can’t get fired unless Kami sees it fit to. And even if I could, I wouldn’t,” Jousho promised.
“Well if you can’t fire me I guess I could tell you… I’m a prostitute,” he confessed. “But then again, I guess you could use a favor Mr. Tight-ass. How about you stop by where I stay sometime?”
“Me? Go to a prostitute?”
“Don’t act like you can’t afford it on your salary,” Daiki replied as he wrote an address on a post-it note.
“I mean, I just don’t know about all that,” Jousho sighed as Daiki handed him the address.
“Aren’t you almost thirty? Why don’t you live a little?”
“I’m only twenty-six, I have plenty of time to live. And I’m not going to live by sleeping around with random people,”
“Then don’t sleep with random people, sleep with me instead. I’m not random, I’m not a people. There, problem solved,” Daiki explained with quick talking and cunning equivalent to a salesman. “In fact, since I like you, how about I give you a little free sample right here in the confines of my office?”
“No, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Jousho declined.
“Aww, and I was in a pretty giving mood too,” Daiki sighed, looking rather disappointed. Or pretending to look disappointed, Jousho couldn’t tell which. “Well, I guess I’ll go see if I can get a rouse out of those girl angels with the big hooters. Hopefully I’ll see you tonight, Mr. Tight-ass,” he said, smacking Jousho on the butt as he left out his office.
“Geez, I can’t tell if he’s flirting with me or what,” Jousho spoke as he looked at the address on the note.
But, he still decided to go anyways.
Jousho may be a loud, funny, and sociable guy, but he is still the type that’s all straight laced and follows the rules. Strangely enough, it turns out he blended in very well among the other “customers”, since most of them were business men or women dressed in suits and such who just got of work and were looking for a nighttime romp.
“Desperate,” he thought to himself. But then again, he was here too so he couldn’t say anything.
But the whole ordeal was way different than he thought it was. Instead of them being typical prostitutes that worked the corners, they all stayed here. Illegal stuff was getting more business orientated these days.
“Hey bub, who do you want?”asked a short scruffy looking man who was in the lobby of the run-down apartment building.
“Is Daiki here?” Jousho questioned.
“Yep. Hey Dai! C’mere a sec will ya?” the man called upstairs.
Daiki came down stairs in an dark grey button up that was hanging open and tight faded black jeans with small silver chains hanging from the sides and black boots. “Look who’s here, it’s Mr. Tight-ass. Sorry I’m a little over-dressed for the occasion, by the way you were acting earlier I didn’t think you’d show.”
“No, you’re not over-dressed at all,” Jousho muttered, slightly staring at Daiki’s chest.
“Well, you’ve got your car right? Let’s go to a nice hotel room…and try not to leave a trail of drool behind you,” Daiki said as he headed out the door. Jousho quickly came to his senses and followed the raven-haired boy out to his car.
They jumped inside the midnight blue car and hit the streets. At one stoplight, Jousho lit up a cigarette, partially out of habit and to calm his nerves.
“Hey, can I have one too?” Daiki asked.
“I didn’t know you smoked,”
“Not a lot but occasionally I do. Actually I had no idea you smoked either,” Daiki commented as he lit a cigarette for himself. “No wonder you look thirty already.”
“Very funny,” Jousho replied, not too happy about the way he keeps hinting that he looks old.
“Look, don’t get mad. Would I have offered you, out of all the people at the office, to sleep with me if I thought you looked old? I’m just teasing, you’re deliciously sexy and I don’t get why you’re still single,”
“I don’t get it either,”
“Oh wait, maybe it’s because you’re a tight-ass…” Daiki suggested. “But still, you’re deliciously sexy. Not to mention you look like you’d have a big dick. I dig that.”
Jousho thought that Daiki was acting kind of like an over excited child, spouting off one thing after another just because he can and he gets away with it.
“Yeah,” he sighed as he took a drag off the cigarette. “That thing between your legs I’m obsessed with it, and I want it in my ass tonight. I usually try to be on top when I’m with those older business-type guys because they like to pound into people too fucking hard, but I’m sure I can trust you.”
They finally arrived in the parking lot of the nicest hotel nearby, and Jousho couldn’t have been happier. He didn’t necessarily have the cleanest mouth out there, but hearing the way Daiki talked was slightly creeping him out.
They made their way inside and checked in at the front desk. “Here’s your room key, enjoy your stay,” the secretary said as she handed Jousho the card.
“So how much is this all going to cost anyways?” Jousho asked once they got in their room. He sat on the bed and took his suit jacket off.
“Fi….ded…” Daiki muttered to where Jousho could barely hear him.
“Daiki… tell me how much this is going to cost,”
“Five hundred an hour,”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I didn’t know any freaking prostitutes cost that much,”
“Well I generate the most clientele so I cost the most. Plus I’m good at what I do, what can I say?”
“You can say ‘bye’ because I’m leaving,” Jousho snapped, and headed to the door.
“No, wait!” Daiki exclaimed, catching Jousho by the wrist. “Since you’re my boss how about I drop the price to two-hundred?”
“How about you drop it to nothing?”
“You’re killing me here!” Daiki whined, in a rather cute way befitting only to his looks but not his personality. In fact, it was now that Jousho realized what was so different about Daiki tonight. He was acting more child-like and less bastard-like than usual.
“…Fine, two-hundred,” Jousho agreed.
“Thanks sexy,” Daiki replied, leading him back to the bed by his tie. “Now, how about we find out about that dick of yours?” The raven first pulled off the black belt and discarded it on the floor, and then unbuttoned his black pants. Those too, were thrown on the floor in the land of forgotten clothing. Finally, he slipped off the man’s underwear and exclaimed, “Yep, you’re fucking hung. How’d I know? C’mon ask me.”
Jousho rolled his eyes at the young adult who was acting like undressing him was Christmas morning all over again. “Okay, how’d you-”
“Because guys who are bosses always do,” he proclaimed proudly. “Or like I always say, ‘The power doesn’t just go to their heads…it goes to their dick too.’”
“Thank you?” Jousho said, at a loss of what to say.
“You are so welcome,” he replied before taking the man’s shaft in his mouth.
The next morning at the office, Jousho was practically passed out at his desk.
“Man, what the hell happened to you? You look dead,” Netami, Jousho’s closest friend, asked his exhausted boss.
“Late night,” Jousho replied. “Not to mention I have a hangover as well.” Daiki had convinced him that they should get sloppy drunk, because it would be more fun that way. He didn’t even consider the fact that Daiki was too young to drink though.
“That little bastard Daiki hasn’t been groping any girls –or guys, for that matter- this morning, I wonder what’s up with him?” Netami commented.
“Probably can’t walk,” Jousho mumbled.
“Jousho… you didn’t do what I think you did, did you?” Netami warned.
“What, you’re the only one who’s allowed to like younger men?”
“There is many things wrong with this conversation. For one, I thought you were straight. Two, he’s eight years younger than you. Three, he’s an asshole.”
“One, people change. Two, I don’t give a damn as long as he’s legal, and three, no he’s not,”
“But he’s barely even legal!”
“No one can be barely legal, either they are or aren’t. And he is because he’s already eighteen and about to turn nineteen in a month,”
“Fine, let’s just end this conversation. I’ll talk to you later I guess,” Netami sighed, walking out the office as Daiki, the person in question, walked in.
“Hey sexy,” Daiki greeted, giving Jousho a long, rather intimate kiss.
“Hey, that reminds me, since we ended up falling asleep at the hotel does that mean I owe you for all those hours?”
“No… of course not,” Daiki replied rather hesitantly. Then he went around the desk and sat in the man’s lap while wrapping his arms loosely around his neck. “I mean I kind of got in trouble now because I didn’t come back last night but I’ll be okay. Not to mention I’m kind of limping but maybe no one’ll notice.”
Jousho felt kind of guilty now. He knew he said that when he finally had Daiki he was going to fuck him senseless to where he couldn’t walk for days, but maybe that was a little too much of an ambition.
“Dai I’m sorry, I didn’t think an all-nighter was going to take such a toll on you,”
“No really, it’s alright. I’m used to all-nighters. But, maybe I should get back to-“
“Wait, just let me ask you one more thing,” Jousho stopped the raven. “Who’s your god-brother or sister?”
“My god-brother or sister…?” he choked out, trailing off.
“Dai, just tell me who they are,”
“I… I actually... don’t have a god-brother or sister,” he confessed.
“I’ve never heard of anyone not having one, all heavenly beings get assigned one if they are under twenty-one when they arrive here.”
“Well, I got assigned the man that I work for, but he’s not technically related to us in the eyes of the law. No one else wanted to have me because they thought I was too much of a hell raiser and I can’t live on my own until I’m either twenty-one or I have the consent of an older sibling to do so. So, I’m stuck with these people until I turn twenty-one,”
“But can’t you leave as long as you get their consent?” Jousho asked, wiping away the single tear that rolled down Daiki’s cheek.
“They never let anyone leave unless they have to. And they especially won’t let me leave because I’m their biggest money maker,” he sobbed. “So like I said I’m stuck until I turn twenty-one. You know, that’s why I dropped out of high school. I couldn’t take working here and going to school and working all-nighters because I was soooo damn cute! I was a junior too, only two years away from graduating but it didn’t matter because I kept flunking every fucking class because I could never do my fucking homework! Being ‘cute’ isn’t going to help you through school, and it apparently it isn’t enough to find someone to even want to take care of you either. The only thing people want me for is my body, and believe it or not contrary to popular belief I don’t like being someone’s man-whore!”
“Isn’t there any way you could get a god-brother or sister?”
“No, they own me. I’m theirs until I’m of-age. And quite frankly I don’t want to be with anyone else than you, you’re the only one who didn’t shun me because I looked like a hell-raiser, and you talked to me every day!”
“Look, I want you to stay at my place tonight until I can figure a way out of this. And I won’t take no for an answer,” Jousho announced.
“You’re serious? I get to stay at your house?!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, but just don’t tell anyone. We don’t want any trouble or anything,”
When Jousho brought Daiki to his house, he came to the conclusion that maybe he acts so child-like because he’s missed out on a huge part of his childhood. He got so excited over being at his house it was overwhelming.
“Where am I going to sleep?” Daiki asked once he settled down. They were in Jousho’s bedroom changing into night clothes. In Daiki’s case, it was a large shirt with a faded baseball team logo on it. It was a good thing Jousho was so big –and Daiki was so little- or else he wouldn’t been able to find him anything to wear.
“Wherever you want to sleep. There’s the guest room, the couch-“
“Your bed,” he replied, sighing contently. “I want to sleep with you.”
“Alright, whatever you say, goes,” Jousho agreed with the raven.
“Are we going to have sex?” he wondered aloud.
“Do you want to?” Jousho asked him, not wanting him to force him to do anything.
The only problem was, ever since he was a kid he always forced to do it even when he didn’t want to, so now that Daiki was given a choice, he didn’t even know anymore. “I dunno,” he replied, perplexed. “Do you want to?”
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,”
Daiki seemed as though he were going to think long and hard about whether he wanted to have sex or not, so Jousho just told him not to worry about and whatever happens, happens. Eventually he just settled on laying in his warm, gentle arms.
“Hey Jousho?” Daiki said as they laid together enveloped in darkness.
“Yeah?
“When I lived on Earth, I lived with my mom, my sister and my step-dad. Wait, technically my step-dad didn’t live with us until I was nine and my sister was five… but yeah. I really didn’t like my mom because I blamed her for my real dad leaving. Lucky for my sister she wasn’t old enough to remember how nice my dad was. My step dad… he was okay at first. He was the one that started telling me all this stuff about sex, and I wasn’t supposed to tell my mom about it. I guess that right there would clue you in that something’s up,”
“Yes, it would,” Jousho sighed rather solemnly.
Daiki continued on. “I remember that on Sundays we would always do these things where my mom and my sis had mother/daughter outings and me and my step-dad would have father/son bonding trips. Now he never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do, it was more like he made it a privilege to do those things. I wasn’t even aware that any of those things were bad and he could get arrested for it. Whenever my mom would be out somewhere, he’d always take me into the room and tell me to do something like give him a hand-job or suck him off or anything like that. But then the whole problem started when he actually wanted to fuck me but I didn’t like it because it hurt too much. And that’s when I told him that if he does it to me again I was going to tell my mom… and he said he’d beat me to a bloody pulp if I told anyone. So, for years I didn’t. And then when I was sixteen I just ended it all… because I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
“So that’s how you died…” Jousho spoke, barely above a whisper.
“Yes, because I thought that whatever was waiting for me up here would be better than what I had on Earth. But, I was treated as bad, actually worse, here than I was treated on Earth. Heaven is supposed to be where you can be finally saved from your problems, but instead of being fucked by one horrible man every night, I’m pounded into by multiple strangers every night,” Daiki sniffed.
The raven-haired boy didn’t say anymore, but Jousho could hear the soft sobs and sniffles of the boy for the second time today. The older man didn’t know what else to say, so he just gave him a tight squeeze letting him know he was here for him. No matter what Netami or anyone else said, he couldn’t let him down anymore than he already had been several times in his life already.
Daiki gave him his story, and to any spirit in the afterlife your story was practically all you had. No matter how many riches or possessions you had, any god’s most worldly possession was their past and to share it with someone else meant a great deal of love. And coming from the God of Hate, that was the most precious possession of all.
Jousho was still in his pajamas as he fixed coffee the next morning. A disheveled Daiki made his way into the kitchen, still looking oh-so-adorable in his state of untidiness. He rubbed his indigo eyes and looked at the time on the microwave. “Jousho! We’re two hours late for work!”
“I know, I know. I gave both of us the day off because I have somewhere I want to take you today,” the red head explained, sipping his coffee. “Want some?”
“No thanks,” Daiki replied, making a slight face of disgust at the black coffee.
“Now, I’m not even going to tell you where we’re going, it’s a surprise. So you should get dressed so we can get going as soon as possible,”
“I’m going to go shower right now,” Daiki announced, turning on heel as he headed out the kitchen
The next day at work…
“Guess who got married?!” Jousho shouted as he carried Daiki into the office building bridal-style.
There wasn’t a closed mouth in the building, and there was even a sound of shattering as Kanashii dropped her coffee mug.
“This is some kind of sick joke, right?” Yasu whispered to Kanashii.
“I don’t think they’re joking…” Kanashii gasped.
“Jousho, please put the boy down and tell us you’re just playing a sick, sick joke on us all,” Netami practically pleaded to his best friend.
Jousho did put his raven down, and replied, “I love him.”
“And I love you too, sexy,” Daiki replied, giving his new spouse a playful smack on the rear.
“Okay not helping,” he hissed.
“This is just… really sudden. I mean, aren’t people just supposed to start dating first?” Yasu pointed out.
“Yasu, you being the Goddess of True Love, should know best of all that sometimes it just happens like this,” Jousho explained as he tossed a gold key to Kanashii. “And you, can you cover for me?”
“Why? Where are you two going?” Kanashii questioned, twisting the single gold key between her fingers.
“On our, uh… honeymoon,” Daiki said, before giving such a devious smile to scare the pants off his co-workers before walking out arm-in-arm with Jousho.
~Owari (The End)~
A.N: Okay, I know this ending didn't clear up alot about WHY they got married, so I'll probably be writing a second part to this side story as well. Please review!