Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Jealous of His Happiness ❯ Moving In ( Chapter 2 )

[ 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, 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 II

“Sis, are you still upset about what happened this morning?” a wary Ureshii Hisou asked his sister Kanashii that afternoon.
What he was referring to was the fact that his sister ended up seeing more than she wanted to see of her brother and her best friend Netami in the bed together. That wasn’t exactly the highlight of her day. After her more-than-mild freak out, Netami promptly left the house and Ureshii was left to be given the silent treatment by his sister all morning.
“Sigh… I guess not. I mean, it was pretty much my fault for always barging into your room like you’re five. You’re not a baby anymore, and I guess I should treat you like it. It was only a matter of time anyways,” she admitted. “You are twenty after all.”
“So you’re saying that since I’m twenty you expected me to have sex with someone?” he inquired.
“Well you were kind of behind actually, it makes my job that much easier,” she giggled. “Now I don’t have to give you the talk.”
He sighed heavily and just gave up. As long as she wasn’t upset anymore, he was happy.
“Oh and one more thing,” she exclaimed. “I think that you should probably move out soon, I’m sure that you can afford your own place on your salary right?”
“Well I could, but I don’t want to live anywhere by myself that’ll be pretty lame,” he replied. “I’d rather live here with you sis, I promise me and Netami won’t do any of that anymore,” he promised, almost pleadingly.
“Well it’s not just that… You’ll never learn to be self-sufficient living here with me forever. Besides, you’ll come to like your new freedom once you live there awhile,” Kanashii explained to him. “So basically I’m not asking you to move I’m telling you you’re moving.”
“But I thought you said you’d stop treating me like a little kid…”

Ureshii, Netami, and Jousho were carrying a deep red couch into an practically empty apartment. The apartment had light sand colored walls and dark wood flooring that was freshly polished.
Once the men got to the living room they dropped the couch on the floor gently and let out a heavy groan of fatigue.
“Tell me again why you had to move to an upstairs apartment?” Netami asked the blonde.
“I’m sorry for the trouble but thanks a lot for helping me move in guys,” Ureshii spoke to the other two.
“No problem, there’s hardly any furniture to move in anyways!” Jousho laughed heartily at the sparse amount of furniture that Ureshii even had. There was a coffee table, the maroon couch, a TV, and some random painting hanging on the wall.
“Well we’ve got to move in the dinner table, the bed, the dresser…” Ureshii trailed on.
“We’re going to have some fun times on this couch,” Netami muttered to himself, although Jousho overheard him.
“Make me jealous why don’t you?” Jousho commented.
Netami gave Jousho a kind of “back-off-he’s-mine” look, since he didn’t realize the emotions god was just kidding.
“Man, I don’t want to stay here by myself tonight,” Ureshii whined. “It’s going to be so boring.”
Netami’s face lit up as he had a great idea but Jousho picked up on it immediately, “No, you have kids to take care of, remember?”
“I can find a babysitter,” Netami countered.
“What are you guys over there talking about? We have more stuff to move in!” Ureshii announced, and they made their way back to the truck.
“We’re going to have loads of fun on this bed too,” Netami commented as they carried in the mattress to Ureshii’s bed. And he carried on this little charade for a good part of the day, just to annoy Jousho. As they put the dishes and kitchenware away, Netami commented how they’d have fun times on the counter, the kitchen table, and the kitchen floor. When the towels were being put away, he said that they would be having fun in the shower as well.
“Well, this is going to be a very fun apartment isn’t it?” Jousho laughed after they had completely finished moving everything in.
“Jousho…Netami… please stop,” Ureshii asked, face completely red now with all the kinky thoughts that Netami’s comments instigated.
“This apartment is going to be the very pinnacle of fun. Raunchy, dirty, kinky, sexy-ass fun,” Netami bragged to the red head.
“Netami shut up!” Ureshii yelled as his seme.
“I’m sorry Ureshii-kun, I didn’t mean to turn you on with all my talk of fun,” Netami apologized, sitting in his lover’s lap uninvited.
“You’re embarrassing me,” Ureshii pouted as Netami discreetly rubbed a wandering hand along his thigh.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone y’all are closet sex fiends,” Jousho promised. “…Do you want me to leave?”
“Yes,” Netami replied flatly.
“No you don’t have to leave,” Ureshii said, under minding Netami as he pushed him off of him. “I’ll fix dinner to thank you guys for helping me move.”
“I didn’t knew you cooked,” they both said.
“…Yeah,” Ureshii lied. He didn’t really know how to cook, but he could try.
“Well, I think I’ll stick around then if I get to have a home cooked meal in the process,” Jousho remarked, lounging on the couch and turning on the TV.
Ureshii walked into the kitchen and Netami followed behind him. “I’ll be your assistant. Do you have any of those ‘Kiss The Cook’ aprons around?”
“Sorry, but no aprons this time. I’ll go buy some next time, okay?” Ureshii promised as he pulled out a box of rice, one of the few items of food in the whole apartment since he hadn’t done any serious grocery shopping yet. “So what do we have in the freezer, assistant?”
“Um… some vegetables, one of those small frozen chickens… and ice,” Netami replied.
“Okay, get those out and run the chicken under hot water so we can thaw it,” Ureshii commanded, like he knew what he was doing. “I’ll steam the vegetables.”
Netami obediently did what he was told, and thawed the chicken. After Ureshii got the rice and vegetables cooking, then they turned to the thawed out chicken. Ureshii placed it in a glass dish, then turned to Netami and instructed, “Now, we season the chicken and place it in the oven. Simple.”
“Alright, well I’ll just put in some seasoning salt, some pepper, this garlic stuff, ooh and these green things… and some of this red stuff,” Netami said aloud as he started sprinkling on some random spices from the spice set Kanashii gave him as a housewarming gift.
“You put on quite a bit,” Ureshii commented, looking a little worried.
“Yeah, but the flavor should soak in more that way,” Netami replied, although he wasn’t sure if that was really true since he doesn’t cook. His kids’ regular babysitter Takara usually cooked their meals whenever she was over.
“Hmm… anyways, let’s pop this baby in the oven and check on it in a half hour,” the blonde said and the pair left the kitchen thinking they did a pretty good job, although neither of them knew the other was posing like they knew how to cook.
“So while Jousho is chilling on the couch, what do you think we could do?” Netami asked.
“You could let me kiss the cook…” Ureshii suggested as he led Netami into the bedroom.
“Well that is what the cook has been waiting for,” spoke Netami as he pulled his blonde closer, into a long deep kiss. “Man Ureshii, you’ve left me feeling neglected all day,” the older man spoke, before kissing the blonde again, this time his tongue feeling its way around his lovers mouth. Then he teasing bit Ureshii’s lip. “And that’s for taking so long to let me get at you.”
The pair made their way to the bed, Ureshii on the bottom and his seme on top of him kissing him passionately while his knee was between the uke’s legs grinding against a rather sensitive spot. Ureshii let out a slight sigh of pleasure, while being simulated in not one but two sweet spots. The two only stopped for air when Netami was stripping Ureshii of his shirt to reveal a very sexy toned chest, skin a pure complexion of cream. Then it was Ureshii’s turn as he rid Netami of his shirt as well.
The brunette licked the now bare nipple on his lover’s chest slowly and sensually harassed his blonde. Ureshii could feel Netami’s now hard member through the friction in their jeans while he was on top of him, and it was almost too much to bear already. Netami must’ve thought the same way because he unbuttoned his pants first, kicking them off, and then rid Ureshii of his as well.
He reached down Ureshii’s boxers, the only item of clothing he had left, and began stroking him. “Ah, Netami!” the blonde groaned at the sudden contact.
“Wait a sec…” Netami spoke as he stopped groping Ureshii’s member and started looking on top of the dresser. Then, inside the drawers.
“What are you looking for?” Ureshii asked, mad that he just stopped right in the middle of giving him a hand-job.
“Don’t you have any lube here?” questioned Netami, still digging through the drawers.
“Wasn’t it in those boxes?” Ureshii suggested.
Then Netami started rummaging through the boxes that were sitting on the floor, while Ureshii was starting to grow more pissed by the second, because he was already aroused enough as it was and very horny.
“No, it’s not in there either,” Netami sighed.
“Well just forget-“
“I’ll go look in the boxes in the living room,” Netami announced before heading out the bedroom.
Ureshii just shook his head and said, “You’re so stupid sometimes.”
But as for Netami, he wasn’t aware that Jousho was playing a cruel trick on the two of them. “ ‘Don’t you have any lube here?’ ” he mocked the brunette.
“Shut up, I’m busy,” Netami growled at the red head.
“Then I guess you won’t be needing this,” he replied, holding up a small white bottle.
“Give me that you little bastard!” Netami yelled, snatching it away from Jousho.
“This’ll be a fun story for all them back at the office, huh?”
“You utter a word of this to anyone anywhere you die, understand?” Netami threatened.
“Netami! Get back in here and fuck me already!” Ureshii yelled, very unlike himself.
“Ukes are so demanding these days, you know how it is,” Netami chuckled weakly.
“Look, I’ll go take care of that food you’re supposed to be cooking and you better just do what he says before you have no more uke,” Jousho replied, shooing Netami away while stifling his laughter.
Netami walked back into Ureshii’s room, ready to face his wrath.
“On the bright side, I found it,” Netami announced while holding up the bottle.
“Ne… take the boxers off,”
“Hey, this isn’t the kitchen so you can’t be telling me what to do in here. This is my domain!” Netami argued.
The blonde pinned his lover against the bedroom wall and said, “Take them off. Now.”
“Alright, alright,” Netami muttered as he did as he was told. No sooner than the grey plaid boxers fell to the floor, Ureshii was on Netami’s cock, tongue creating a sensation that Netami enjoyed at once.
“Oh fuck…feels so good…”
Then after that, Ureshii pushed Netami onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Hey, I thought I was-“
“Nope you thought wrong,” Ureshii cut him off. “There’s always room for a little seme-uke role reversal, right?” he questioned, giving Netami a smack on the ass.
“But so soon?”
Ureshii knew he’d have to get Netami to be quiet sooner or later, because all talk and no action made a very horny Ure pissed. So the blonde grabbed his brunette lover’s hard shaft and stroked him slow at first, then faster. The only thing that slipped out his loud mouth was a moan of Ureshii’s name.
The blonde grabbed the bottle sitting on the bed and squeezed the lube into his hands before inserting two digits inside Netami, using a scissoring motion.
“More, Ure…” escaped past Netami’s lips.
Ureshii inserted a third finger and that got Netami really pleading for more, music to Ure’s ears. “First, jerk yourself off,” Ureshii ordered, and Netami actually listened. Then Ureshii kind of understood why Netami always said he looked cute pleasuring himself, because Ureshii thought the same about Netami even though Netami’s a twenty-seven year old man who would be described more as “handsome” than “cute”.
Finally, no longer having the will to wait any longer, he lubed himself and thrust into Netami hard and fast, hitting his sweet spot. “Oh god, fuck me harder!”
“You’re a very audible uke too, Netami,” Ureshii teased, the same way Netami had done to him before, before pounding into him again. “U- Ureshii!” Netami cried out. “I’m gonna-“
One more thrust was all it took before Netami came all over the bed sheets. Once more, Ureshii hit his sweet spot and he came inside of his brunette.
Both feeling tired afterwards, they laid on the bed in silence before Ureshii said, “So it was good?”
“Hell yeah it was… I never dated that many people before but honestly, none of them have ever made me cry out like that,” he replied. “But don’t get used to it, if word gets out that Netami is a bottom I’ll never live it down.”
“You look cute when you jerk off,”
“Don’t get used to that either! Only lonely people who can’t get a date do that,” Netami exclaimed, knowing full well he used to (and still does) do it frequently when he thinks about Ureshii.
The blonde just laughed, deciding not to say anything about it anymore. “What? It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, I don’t normally-“
“It’s okay Ne, don’t worry about it,” Ureshii assured him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Should you go shower first or…”
“You go,” Netami offered.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jousho was suffering from a very bad boner. The whole thing started because he could clearly hear Netami and Ureshii a few rooms away doing the deed. You wouldn’t think that hearing something like that from your co-workers getting it on would make a grown man that supposed to be straight go hard like that. He couldn’t even go and take care of his “problem” because Ureshii was in the only bathroom taking a shower. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in awhile,” he guessed as he took the baked chicken out of the oven. It looked good, although it reeked of garlic. It smelled like it had enough to keep blood-thirsty vampires from miles away at bay.
As he heard the water from the shower running, he wished he could go take a cold one to get rid of this insatiable discomfort he was feeling. And the jeans he was wearing made him feel so much more restricted. “You know who you want… or better yet, who I want,” the voice of Jousho’s other half, Jiirosho, spoke to him. There were few times when Jiirosho actually bothered to speak to him, but when he did it was often to urge him to do things he didn’t have the guts to do himself, or to urge Jousho to do things he wanted. “I know…” Jousho sighed.
“I want to make him scream my name like that, I want to fuck that heartless bastard senseless… and you are going to help me do it. But first, you should take care of your little problem, I heard Ureshii come out the bathroom,” Jiirosho spoke. And when Jousho listened he did notice that the water had stopped, so he quickly made his way into the bathroom.
“I want Daiki…” Jousho said as he unzipped his pants and pumped his hard shaft as thoughts of the raven-haired, lavender-eyed God of Hate came to mind. “And what are you going to do when you get him?” “Make him scream my name,” Jousho moaned. “And what else?...” “Fuck him senseless.”

The next day at the office during break, Netami thought he heard a lot of people laughing about something so he went to go check it out.
“…So then, out of nowhere Ureshii yells, ‘Netami! Get back in here and fuck me already!’” Jousho said, and everyone else laughed. Before Jousho knew what was going on, however, he was yanked away from the laughing crowd by Netami.
“I don’t care if you are my senior, I’m killing you,”

~Owari (The End)~


A.N: This was supposed to be a really short side story, but I'm really thinking of adding a third chapter. Please review and let me know what you think! By the way, the ending kind of awkwardly trails off about Jousho, and he's going to have his own seperate ficky too.