Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Jealous of His Happiness ❯ Jealous of His Happiness ( Chapter 1 )

[ 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: some language here and there, yaoi sex scenes, implied stuff.

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 that I'll post eventually, 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.


Jealous of His Happiness I

“If I could make you do anything… I’d make you dream of nothing but me every night. Dreams that would feel so sensual and real that you would burst with warm pleasure and ecstasy. Dreams that would fill you with so much raw want and need that defies will power, dreams that would send you to me…” Netami Okayami spoke to himself, thinking he was alone until he turned to see Jousho, his superior, right behind him holding a stack of papers.
“Well that was awkward,” he muttered teeth clenched.
Netami motioned for him to go on. “And? You came in here for something?... unless it was to hear my rather personal soliloquy.”
“No I’d rather I hadn’t heard, thank you,” Jousho sighed and laid a heavy bunch of papers on his desk. “But that’s what you get when you stare off into space and fantasize when you’re supposed to be working. She must be real hot.”
“He is!” Netami replied in agreement.
“He?” Jousho questioned.
“Yes, he is,” Netami answered.
“Well, he must really be something to sway you that way. Good luck with that,” the red-head said before heading off to continue more work.
“He really is something,” Netami sighed, and sank back into his deep daydreaming habits. Only problem with Netami was, his deep daydreams had tendencies to turn into raunchy fantasies. He had to watch that while he was supposed to be working, but hell, he knew for a fact (well everybody knew) that Otona did way worse things than that in his office. He lived his raunchy fantasies in there.
“Besides,” Netami sighed, talking to himself (which he does quite a bit). “It’s almost time for me to get off.”
“ ‘Get off’ in which definition?” a sweet girl’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Now Kanashii Hisou, his big sister-like co-worker was standing in his office. It seems like everyone was looking to surprise Netami today.
“You know I didn’t mean like that,” Netami explained. ‘Although I wish I did, thinking about your sexy-ass brother,’ the navy-haired god thought to himself, fighting back the urge to smile.
Yes, it’s true, Netami’s crush is none-other than his pretend sister’s brother Ureshii Hisou. Sure, it might’ve been pushing it that Ureshii is only twenty and Netami is almost twenty-seven but you can’t help who you like. Who couldn’t like him? Lots of people do, he’s got the most perfect peach skin, honey blonde hair, and deep green eyes- and not to mention a great personality. He’s the god of happiness, is there anymore to say?
“Netami, we’re losing you again,” Kanashii remarked, bringing him back from his thoughts. “Seems like something heavy has been weighing your mind lately, more than usual that is. Is something the matter?”
“No I’m alright, maybe I just need to get some sleep,” Netami explained, which was slightly true. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately because sleep would only bring on kinky fantasies with Ureshii, and then he’d wake up in the middle of the night all hot and bothered. With his head filled with dirty images of this and that, it would take him forever to get back to sleep.
“Well you know if there’s anything you ever need to talk about, your sis is here,” Kanashii reminded him before leaving his office more concerned than when she came in.

Upon arriving home, Netami was pounced on by his kids, Misaki the seven year-old girl and Kenshin, his five year-old boy. He loved them more than anyone in the world, but they’re another reason he thinks loving another man is a crazy idea. How will they even begin to understand that?
“Hey daddy!” Kenshin tugged on his father’s coat, gaining his attention. “I made a picture for you today and Takara-obasan hung it up on the fridge so everyone can see it!”
“That’s great, how about we go in there and see it right now?” Netami replied, picking up his son and carrying him into the kitchen while Misaki followed.
Takara, the kids’ baby-sitter whom they like to call “auntie”, was in the kitchen washing the remainder of the dirty dishes from the dinner they had just had.
“See? There’s my picture daddy!” Kenshin chirped, pointing to his newest creation. The fridge was riddled with Ken’s colorings but while Netami still encouraged his son to create, he could never tell what they were.
“This is great, I love it!” Netami replied, turning the picture around trying to figure what it was. A flying baboon in a puddle of ketchup?

After Takara had left, Netami sent the kids to bed for the night since it was past nine o’clock. Then, he decided to take a quick shower before heading to bed himself. ‘This lack of sleep is starting to get to me,’ he thought as a yawn escaped past his lips.
He stepped into the white and teal bathroom, stripping before he turned on the water and stepped under the spray. Cold at first, but it grew warmer. He got a squirt of shampoo and worked the lather through his navy hair, imagining it was the gentle hands of Ureshii instead. Then he washed from head to toe, feeding further into his constant dirty desires with every thought of Ureshii. Netami got another dollop of shampoo but this time moved his hands farther down to his aching member. With every swift stroke his mind drifted to his prized obsession, and a soft moan came out.
This little display wasn’t really helping his problem, but right now Netami didn’t care about anything but the pleasure he wished he could receive from his prized obsession… or pleasure he more or less craved. ‘A grown man shouldn’t be this obsessed,’ he thought, but the only thing that actually came out his mouth was the moan of Ureshii’s name. With one last thrust, he finally came and was left with the thought that he really did need to go to bed now.

In the middle of the night, like clockwork, Netami awoke oddly hot and with sheets strewn about the floor. “Okay I have got to think of some way to make Ureshii mine! It shouldn’t be this difficult!” he said, determined.
Then the thought struck him: Sora! Sora the moon god had plenty of potions to help someone become attracted to you, surely he had something to get Ureshii to fall in love with him.

The following day, back at the office building of The Department of Emotions, Netami just came back from his lunchtime coffee run, since it was his turn today. It was his lucky day too, since he had a trick up his sleeve and a scheming smile adorning his face as he carried seven cups of coffee.
“Let’s see, Yasu has the French roast, Jousho has black, Kiku has espresso…” Netami sounded off as he handed off everyone the appropriate coffee. Then, he was left with two. “Hey, where’s Ureshii?” Netami asked his sis.
“Still in his office, working through lunch I guess,” she replied as she sipped on her latte.
‘This couldn’t be more perfect,’ Netami thought as he headed to Ureshii’s office and walked inside to find a… wait, what?
“Netami-!?!” Ureshii exclaimed, shocked. “I-I thought that door was locked!”
Now, it was at this moment that Netami was glad that in compromising situations like these he could stay calm. To find a certain green-eyed blonde in here doing things he often dreamed about… to catch him pleasuring himself during his lunch break in the confines of this office… this was too much. Netami had come-to and realized his mouth was very much agape.
This time, Netami would take advantage of the situation, so he discreetly twisted the small lock on the office door and approached the younger man’s desk.
Ureshii zipped his pants and lowered his gaze.
“I’ve got coffee,” Netami chirped.
“Thanks,” the blonde replied while lazily taking his caramel macchiato from the older man. Netami noticed that crimson tinted his adorable Ureshii’s face.
“Aww, you look so delicious!” the brunette cried, pinching Ureshii’s cheeks in an almost motherly way. “I could just eat you up and lick you all over- slowly. Would you like that?”
The suggestion only made Ureshii go a thousand shades redder.
“How much longer ‘till lunch is over?” Netami questioned.
“About twenty minutes,” Ureshii choked out.
“That’s enough time for me to do it,” Netami announced, closing the distance between them before Ureshii pushed the older man away.
“Noo,” the blonde whined. “We can’t do that here! We’re at work!”
“C’mon… you know you want to,”
Ureshii knew he did want to, and he knew Netami knew that too, since he was on the blonde’s lap now and Ureshii still had an apparent bulge in his pants. But, he had too much pride for going as low as having little lunchtime romps in his office like the other men usually did.
Netami didn’t wait for an answer and closed the small gap between them, kissing his uke. “Mmm, you’re even more delicious than I thought,” Netami commented, causing Ureshii to blush in embarrassment. He kissed him again, longer this time and full of more lust for one another.
Although Ureshii never admitted it, he had longed for Netami as well. But after all this time, he was too shy to say anything to the brunette. However, he never imagined that this is how it would all happen, catching him masturbating.
Netami was just happy that his instincts to say random perverted things to the blonde didn’t scare him off or earn him a smack down.
Netami planted passionate kiss after the other, and started to get his tongue involved some. Ureshii hadn’t ever really French kissed much, but when Netami’s tongue was inside him he moved like a pro. Then the brunette sucked on the blonde’s tongue in a way almost as stimulating as oral. But when air became necessary, their lips parted for mere breaths before starting up again.
The older man was too impatient to continue on with just making out though, not when he was growing harder by the minute and time was ticking. He unzipped his uke’s pants, earning a small content sigh from Ureshii, which he immediately regretted once it came out. The smirk Netami adorned was almost too much for him.
Unfortunately, a chime rang from inside Ureshii’s pants pocket, his cell phone, which ruined the moment.
“Who is it?” Netami inquired, reminding himself to kill whoever interrupted their moment.
“It’s Kanashii, she’s wondering where I am,”
“Well text her and say you’re busy!”
“But it’s my big sister, I can’t lie to her…”
Netami let out a heavy sigh, cursing his blonde’s honesty. It was one of those qualities that made him cute, but it was still an annoying quality at times. He got off of Ureshii’s lap and proceeded to slowly pace about the room while Ure called his sister back.
“Yeah… I’m waist-deep in paperwork and I’ve been trying to tackle it all morning,” the younger man said. It wasn’t technically a lie, he really did have a lot of work to finish, he just got kind of side tracked. “Okay… I’ll see you at home sis… bye.”
“What was that? Did you just lie to Kana?” Netami exclaimed.
“Well it wasn’t really…” Ureshii began but Netami dismissed it.
“Whatever, fuck it. I just want to get into those pants,” the brunette spoke. “Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Want a hand-job, got it. Blow-job? Got it. Talk to me.”
“O-mi-god,” was all Ureshii could reply, and he turned that real dark red again.
Netami decided himself and got on his knees, taking in the blonde’s length at once. His tongue moved skillfully and sensually along Ureshii’s member, making him cry out in pleasure. “Oh, Netami…” he moaned, losing all sense of “right” and “wrong” and just doing what he wanted for a change. He didn’t care who heard or saw.
Even if it was his sister.
“Hey, are you alright?” Kanashii exclaimed as she shook her brother.
He finally came back to his senses and realized it was just a dream. A rather wet one at that. Once he finally got what was going on, and that he wasn’t in his office being harassed by Netami, he pulled his comforter over his head in shame. “Yeah…”
“You were all talking in your sleep and stuff, something about Netami?” she questioned, still half-sleep.
“I don’t think so, it had to have been something else,” he lied, rather badly at that.
“Whatever, good night,” Kanashii yawned before retreating to her room and closing the door.
Ureshii didn’t understand at all, he’s never dreamt of Netami that way before. Why now? He’s never really felt anything more for his co-worker but now… his boxers were covered in obvious evidence it wasn’t just his imagination.
He went into his small bathroom to clean up, yet still disturbed by the dream. But just because he was disturbed and confused, didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it, because boy did he enjoy it. He almost began to wish it would really happen.
Turning out the bathroom light, he stepped back into his room but felt the presence of someone else as well. He looked around the room and noticed a tall, shadowy figure laying on his bed.
“So it happened, huh?” they spoke, slightly startling Ureshii. He recognized the voice as the man of his dreams.
“Netami…” Ureshii whispered.
“I’ll admit, remember earlier this afternoon during lunch when I gave you your coffee? I mixed in a little of Sora’s Love Potion A&B: Make Him Luv Me,” he confessed. “But I dreamt of you every night and had the most inappropriate fantasies about me and you together. So I thought if you were to fall in love with me…”
“…You could have sex with me?”
“…We could be together,”

At the crack of dawn, however, all that could be heard in the Hisou household was Ureshii’s loud pleas of, “Netami! Oh, fuck me Netami!”
“Gladly,” the navy-haired man whispered into his lover’s ear teasingly before pounding into the adorable uke, making him cry out more. “You know, now that I have you for real, I realize you’re a very audible uke aren’t you?”
“Next time you be on the bottom,”
“And miss out on this? I doubt it,” Netami replied. Then whispering into his ear again, said, “You sound so cute when you scream my name, ‘Oh fuck me Netami!’” he mocked.
Suddenly the bedroom flew open and there was Kanashii. “What was all that screaming abo- AH!” She had walked in on her best friend fucking her brother from behind, not a pleasing way to begin your morning. “What the hell is going on here?!”
“Hey sis…” Ureshii stuttered shamefully, turning beet red.
“Ure? Learn how to start locking the door,”

~To Be Continued~


A.N: Yeah, this was one of my first attempts to make a yaoi, although I'm not very good with the sex parts... but I'm working on it! Please review!