Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love-Hate Relationship ❯ Jiirosho ( 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, no sex but implied stuff,

Author's Notes: Once again, in my opinion, the ending kind of sucked... but I have a good reason this time! See, the chapter probably would've ended up 12 pages long or so if I didn't end it where I did, but the next chapter is going to be really good!


Love-Hate Relationship III: Jiirosho

The room was cast in darkness, and in the luxurious huge bedroom sat two lone figures on the king sized bed.

“Who are you?” Daiki, the sleepy raven-haired teen asked. He had been sleep until he felt someone wake him up.

The mystery man caressed the soft hand of Daiki, and smiled a smile that pierced through the darkness. “Don’t you remember me, I’m your husband Jousho.”

“No you’re not,” the teen spoke, finally opening his eyes. He may have been tired from being awaken at three in the morning, but he could tell who his husband was. “You look just like Jojo but… your hair is darker than Jojo’s. It’s black,” he explained, pointing to the stranger’s hair that was as short as Jousho’s but it was black with red on the ends.

“I guess you can tell in the dark. It must be those gorgeous eyes of yours, they must have exceptional vision,” the man replied.

“Where’s Jojo?” Daiki demanded. “And why did you wake me up?”

“This is going to be very difficult to explain, so you’re going to have to listen carefully. My name is Jiirosho, Jousho’s other half,”

“Other half?”

“Yes, his angry half. As you know, Jousho is generally a good natured, funny, light-hearted man who’s also the god of emotions. But since he is the god of emotions, that also leaves him to have a terrible handle on his own emotions. So that’s where I come in. Now even though it rarely happens anymore because he’s generally being a jerk to me, I sometimes take over dominance of his body when he gets upset,”

“So he’s upset?”

“No, not this time. I took over dominance of my own free will for my own reasons. See, Jousho’s nice half is still locked away somewhere in me, and it also goes the opposite way. And, I always know what he’s thinking. I even knew that he liked you and that he thought about you all the time, even in that way, despite the fact it was inappropriate for a grown man to think about a minor like that,”

“So Jojo was having dirty thoughts about me ever since I started working for him?” Daiki questioned, finding that amusing.

“I’d bet you’d make a lot of grown men cum with the thought of- look, never mind that,” Jiirosho stopped, but the raven started to giggle

“With the thought of what?” he snickered.

Then Jiirosho closed in on the teen, hands against the headboard on either side of him. “With the thought of doing things to you.”

“Look, I don’t care if you’re Jojo’s other half, I don’t feel right doing things with you,” Daiki replied, pushing the man away.

“It was me who gave Jousho the courage to speak to you, I helped him lower his inhibitions enough to talk to you,”

“Thank you, but no way!’

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to see him with you all the time, pleasuring you in ways that I never will? It seems a bit unfair, don’t you think?” Jiirosho argued.

“Well I guess you’re just S-O-L, so outta luck, because Jojo had me first!”

Daiki ended the conversation by crawling under the covers and covering his head with one of the many pillows that littered the huge hotel room, thanks to Daiki and Jousho’s exploits earlier that night (before his husband went and changed on him.) Jiirosho just sighed and, defeated, climbed onto the opposite side of the bed.

The next morning, Daiki woke up and realized he was unintentionally clinging to Jiirosho, since he was used to his husband being in that usual spot. Upon realizing that, he let go of the strange man and scooted back on his side of the bed, feeling guilty although he was already starting to long for the touch of Jousho. How long would Jiirosho be here?

“Good morning Dai,” the dark haired man greeted him.

“Nngh, good morning,” Daiki responded half heartedly.

“I’m sure Jousho wouldn’t mind if you gave me a good morning kiss,” Jiirosho enticed the raven.

“I’m sure he would,” Daiki replied in a sing-song voice. He climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door hard.

“I know you Daiki,” Jiirosho spoke from the other side of the closed bathroom door. “It won’t be too long before you won’t be able to hold in your desire for me.”

“You’re going to go away eventually,” Daiki shouted back.

“Well let’s just see who’ll crack first,” Jiirosho laughed, placing a discreet bet between the two.

As Daiki showered, he was anticipating the worst from himself. He was generally flirtatious and loved to be touched seductively. He also liked big, handsome men. And Jiirousho was, naturally, near identical to Jousho. His skin was a bit darker, and his hair was a different color, but soon Daiki’s sex-craving body might not notice the difference, even if his heart did.

“Oh my GOD!” Daiki shouted through the noise of the shower, out of frustration. “Jiji give my Jojo back!”

“Not gonna happen, until you give me what I want,”

The next couple of days, Jiirosho made every and any attempt to torture Daiki on so many levels. The vacation that Daiki was planning on spending with Jousho was becoming essentially ruined because his husband was replaced by this outgoing maniacal man who was trying to seduce him. And he would, under no circumstances cheat on Jousho, even if it was practically cheating on Jousho with himself.

Daiki woke up extra late that morning and awoke to quite a sight: a wet and dripping Jiirosho who looked like he just came out the shower. Who was also nude, no towel or anything.

“Like what you see?” the man asked, after he noticed the young teen was staring, almost drooling.

“…,” Daiki answered with silence, as he buried his blushing face in the pillows while Jiirosho began to dress.

“I see why Jousho keeps you around, you’re nothing but a cute little baby who’s so much fun to tease! You’re so sensitive too, I’d like to see how’d you react to me stroking you off. And I’d bet you’d make the cutest face when you cum-“

“SHUT UP!” Daiki shouted. “No matter what, I’m not leaving this bed!”

“Works for me,”

Daiki rethought that, then got out the bed and stood barefoot on the carpet. “I’m not setting foot back in that bed!”

"Well I do like to get down and dirty on the floor too…”

Then Daiki retreated to the only other place in the hotel room he could think of, the bathroom.

“Oh I could just imagine all the things we could do in there,” Jiirosho remarked, fully dressed now and teasing the raven further.

Daiki left the bathroom and just left the hotel room altogether, being ultimately pissed.

About an hour later when Daiki felt good enough to face Jiirosho again, he was welcomed by a pleasing sight, the sight of Jousho.

“Jojo you’re back!” Daiki exclaimed, running into the red head’s arms like he often did.

“Yeah, but I doubt it’s going to last long. Jiirosho usually doesn’t bother me much anymore, but as long as he wants you he’s going to keep gaining dominance over me,” he explained.

“I don’t care, I’ll wait it out. I’m not going to cheat on you with him,” Daiki reassured his husband.

“I’m sorry Dai but waiting it out isn’t much of an option. Just give him his little one night and he’ll be on his way and we can continue what few days we have left of our vacation,”

“Are you serious? You want me to do it?” Daiki questioned suspiciously. He wouldn’t mind doing it as long as he had Jousho’s permission (and trust me, at night he did think about it), but Daiki might feel so guilty afterwards.

“Daiki, it’s not cheating. Jiirosho is very much me just as much as I am him,” Jousho said as he put his arm around Daiki comfortingly.

The teens eyes lit up in interest as he took all that in. “Well, in that case I really don’t care who it is, I just want someone to fuck me already. It’s been three hard days without getting any,” he pointed out. “And one more thing: what was all that stuff about you having thoughts about me since I started working for you? Was it true?”

“…What do you think?” Jousho replied as he laid exhaustedly on the bed. He was oddly out of energy all of a sudden. “You were cute and young and practically forbidden. I’d have lost my job if I had given in to my desires, but I constantly thought of having you hunched over my desk, pants down, and pounding into you until you screamed my name, not caring if anyone else heard or saw.”

“Ooh Jojo, you’re so naughty it’s making me more turned on,” Daiki squealed.

“Actually… It was more or less my thought, he just had the pleasure of experiencing it,”

In the blink of an eye, Jousho was back to Jiirosho again, hair and skin darker than before and voice different.

“Are you going to be a good boy now?” Jiirosho asked Daiki as he pulled the slightly reluctant child into an embrace.

The raven looked up at the older man and nodded with big, indigo eyes staring at him. “I’ll be a good boy.”

He placed the teen gingerly on the bed and added, “Will I have to punish you to make sure you stay a
good boy?”

“Maybe…” Daiki teased.

There was an urgent beating on the door of the apartment Jousho and Daiki shared together. It was a few days after the vacation, and they were back home. Well, ”they” being Jiirosho and Daiki.

Jiirosho, clad only in a robe he threw on, went to answer the door.

“I knew it, it’s you two again,” this old-aged man yelled. “You two are always making so much noise with the screaming and the moaning and the laughing- it’s disgusting. You’re disturbing my sleep.”

It was apparent to Jiirosho that the married couple were frequently visited by this ornery elder.

“Well, sorry, but I’m still trying to get me some. It’s not my fault you’re not in your prime anymore,” the brunette snapped.

“It’s disrespectful! And I can call the police so they can charge you for disturbing the peace!”

A sleepy Daiki slinked in the room, wearing nothing but an oversized grey and black football shirt. He tugged at Jiirosho’s sleeve whining, “C’mon Jiji come back to b- Hi Mr. Agilvee!”

“Don’t ‘Hi Mr. Agilvee’ me!” the elderly man grumbled. Apparently he was the only one who didn’t find Daiki cute.

“Look, I’m reeeally sorry about these constant problems Mr. Agilvee, but we’re young and screaming, moaning, and laughing is what we do best,” Daiki apologized, turning on the charm.

“Just… keep it down!” he shouted before leaving and shutting their apartment door.

Jiirosho clapped his hands together, announcing, “Alright, time for round two!”

“But aren’t you tired yet?” Daiki asked, just as a yawn escaped the boy’s mouth.

“Not really,” he replied, picking up the raven and carrying him into the bedroom.

As soon as Jiirosho dropped Daiki on the bed, the teen climbed under the covers and laid his head on the pillow.

“Hey! Dai c’mon, now is not the time for sleeping, it’s the time for love making. I mean, it’s only one o’clock,”

“Jiji I’m too sleepy. Tomorrow I promise,” Daiki muttered sleepily.

“Fine, tomorrow,”

“So how did your vacation with Jousho go?” Kanashii asked when Daiki arrived at work the next morning, still exhausted. He explained everything to her from Jiirosho appearing and taking Jousho’s place and such. “Ahh, I remember Jiji.”

“Don’t tell Jojo, but I realized something bad. I like sex better with Jiji than with Jojo,” Daiki confessed.

“So did I,” Kanashii added. “I dated Jousho in high school and a little after high school. Do you realize how guilty I felt? But Jojo has his good points about him too, he’s gentle how he does it. However, Jiji is really rough, so it just depends on what you’re in the mood for, ‘cuz with them you can get both!”

“I never thought about it like that,” Daiki replied, deviously smiling. “The only thing was, Jiji wants to do it all the fucking time! And after awhile I just got tired, and I’m still tired.”

“I can tell you are. I doubt any one has the stamina to match Jiji, he just wants to go on and on for hours. But, at least you know how Jojo feels, in regard to you wanting to have sex all the time,” Kanashii pointed out.

“Wow, we are having such a weird and personal conversation,” Daiki laughed, and Kanashii laughed along with him.

“What are you two talking about that’s so personal?” Jousho asked as he walked in Daiki’s office, where the two were talking. Sometime between last night and that morning, Jiirosho had changed back into Jousho.

“It’s personal, duh. We can’t tell you, we pinky swore. Didn’t we Kanashii?” Daiki explained, holding out said pinky to the girl.

“Right Daiki,” she giggled, linking her pinky with his.

“You two are acting like a couple of grade school children,” Jousho sighed as he looked at the giggling twosome.

“I’ll see you two later, I’m going to go chat with Yasu and Netami,” Kanashii announced, waving, as she left the raven’s office.

“Oh good,” Jousho sighed as the woman left out the room. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, it’s about Jiirosho.”

“What about Jiji?”

“Well, something’s going to have to be done. Me and him just can’t keep switching back and forth fighting over time to spend with you, it’s getting troublesome. Not to mention all of his constant switching makes me tired,”

“What should I do then?”

“Talk to Sora, I’m sure there’s something he might be able to do if you talk to him,” the red head suggested.

Only thing was, the last time him and Sora spoke was nearly a week ago, when Daiki made the ice blue-haired boy upset. But, for his husband’s sake, he would try and work things out with Sora again.

“So me and that gorgeous hottie of an angel over there hooked up last night,” Haruka could be heard bragging to her girlfriends (and Daiki) during lunch the following day.

“So how was it? Was he good?” one of the girls chimed in.

Daiki was only half listening to this otherwise fascinating story about his favorite subject, sex, because he was looking to see if Sora could be spotted around the cafeteria. Sora wasn’t seen sitting with Lian and Jakkie, like he usually was, so Daiki excused himself and walked out of the cafeteria.

It was when he was in the near-empty hallway that he concluded that wherever the potions master was hiding, he didn’t want to be found. Or, he also concluded that he wasn’t looking hard enough, one of those two. But either way Daiki wasn’t going to waste his time and energy looking around for Sora, he might turn up later.

After convincing himself that was the best course of action, Daiki decided to quickly head to the men’s room.

The light cyan and white tiled walls were the first thing that caught the eye as he walked in the men’s room, a sickeningly bright color if you’d ask the raven’s opinion. The second thing that caught his attention was the faintest, yet noticeable, noises that sounded like pants and moans. He knew what he had so happen to intrude on, and he was just going to pee, and make on his merry way and ignore it until he happen to hear his name roll off the tongue of a voice so familiar.

“…Daiki…,” the voice moaned.

And him, being the smart ass he was, decided to reply, “Yes?”

He could almost feel the fear in the offender in the last stall as the raven strolled over in that direction, his black boots making a slight clicking against the tile.

“Daiki?” they questioned.

“I said, yes?” he repeated, a smirk forming. “I know it’s you Sora. I know you must be feeling pretty pathetic right now, but believe me if I weren’t married I’d certainly help you out with your little… problem.”

“Look, don’t embarrass me any more than I already am,” Sora sighed from the other side of the stall door.

“I didn’t ask to be placed in your raunchy fantasies,” Daiki pointed out.

Finally, the door opened as the long haired boy walked right past Daiki and over to the sinks. “Look, what did you want?” Sora questioned as he scrubbed his hands.

“Jojo wants to know if you can do something for him,”

Sora looked down, avoiding the face of the reflection of Daiki standing in the mirror. He couldn’t believe he would ask him to do something for his husband! The husband that Sora is jealous of, no doubt. “…What is it?”

“Is there something you could give him to stop his other half from gaining dominance?” the raven asked.

“I’ve never tried anything that difficult before. Why should I even waste my time?” Sora replied, rather snappishly. He was hoping that would open the door of opportunity for Daiki to offer to do something for him. Yes, something…

“I can make it worth your while,”

Sora turned off the faucet before turning to look the older boy in his indigo eyes. “I’m listening.”

“How about I find you someone, someone even better for you than I am? Someone who’ll love you so much, that you won’t even need to use a potion on them!”

“Good luck,” Sora sighed, looking down at his feet. ‘Damn it! I was hoping he’d really make it worth my while!’ the blue-haired god thought inwardly.

“I promise I’ll do it, as long as you promise to try and work on that potion for me,” Daiki exclaimed, smiling.

“I promise…”

As soon as the words left his lips, Daiki hugged the younger boy, nearing crushing him. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sora sighed, giving up any struggling.

This is so not the way he wanted things to happen…

To Be Continued…