His Father’s Wake
Rating: NC-17 (HOMG MORE SEX!)
Pairings: JunDa (and probably lotsa others if I continue with this. XD)
Genre’: AU of the dark side. XD
Summary: Junnosuke Taguchi’s father dies in a car accident and is left heir to the family business, in his return to Hokkaido feelings of hatred are rekindled and his desire for revenge fueled by the sight of his father’s secret lover, the house servant Ueda Tatsuya.
Warnings: Non-Con Sex, SEX, some blood, maybe some violence? Junno who is not your usual fic!Junno. And some insanely weird stuff going on.
Author’s Notes: You know it’s bad when you’ve sacrificed sleep for you first complete NC-17 fic which really isn’t that good at all LOL. XD Damn this was inspired by![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
nekoism and hk_mizuki I don’t know if I should continue because this will be a SUPER BIG fic if I did so yeah! This was HARD. DAMN YOU PLOTBUNNIES OF SMUT! And this is pretty long right? I dunno, I suck so bad. XD Comments are much love. INCONSISTENCIES MUST BE FORGIVEN LOL. XD
EDIT: UPON READING I FOUND AN INCONSISTENCY. DAMN I FIX NOW. XD
Chapter 1
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Junnosuke Taguchi hardly cried in his father’s wake. People admired this strength, the strength to wear that smile. He was strong and an admirable son that perhaps no parent would doubt. He greeted them; head up high, no sign of weakness as he accepted their condolences. What an unbelievably strong young man. He had so much integrity at such a young age.
He had been in Tokyo when his father passed away in a car accident, studying medicine in hopes of becoming a doctor, after all, if he had failed, he would simply return to Hokkaido and continue his father’s business and become a rice dealer. And this unexpected death of a loved one was perhaps the most tragic thing that could happen to such a wonderful son.
Of course this was everyone thought, for no one saw him spitting at his father’s grave when he was alone, staring emptily at the marble tombstone as the sun began to set. Except perhaps from that young servant he forced to stay with him, a servant by the name of Tatsuya Ueda.
Ueda naturally gasped at the sudden action Junnosuke did without remorse, brown eyes unfazed. No sign of guilt found present on that face that looked so much like his father’s. He turned to Ueda, eyes silently telling him that they needed to go home. The other man, still in shock obliged without muttering a single word.
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“Junnosuke-sama is heir to the his father’s business then isn’t he? At such a young age, it must be difficult for you handling such a position right after your father dies.”
An old woman says as she pours more tea unto the young man’s wooden cup. She had been long servant to the Taguchi family, wrinkled and gray but hardly weak is her mind and body. Junnosuke then nods, agreeing with the previously stated before stealing a glance at the other servant Ueda who occupied his attention with arranging the late Taguchi’s book collection.
“But as his only son, this is really the only thing I can do for him now. It’s an obligation I’ve been born for.”
Ueda abruptly stops from placing one book back to the dusty self, shooting the seemingly unassuming man a disgusted look, obviously the young servant could hardly believe the difference from Junnosuke’s words and actions.
“Ah,ah. You really are the son of Taguchi-sama. Young men like you are hard to find these days!” She says in blatant awe.
“Not really. Perhaps it’s the sudden surge of times that’s made youth so vigilant Mizuki-san.”
The old woman laughs this time, impressed by the words her late master’s son unknowing of how Junnosuke is so impressed by himself and his impeccable ability to live a masquerade.
“Mizuki-san it’s late, I suppose it is better if you rest now?”
“Eh?! Already?! But I haven’t even brought the sake yet!”
“Oh, no. It’s alright. I don’t drink.” He declares proudly, earning another gasp of interest and admiration.
But this was not what he was after, what he wanted was the feeling as he relished at the piercing glare Ueda had now gave him once more. An arrogant smirk forms making sure the other man sees it clearly.
“Ah, well then. Next time maybe? Your father loved the sake from here and I’m sure you would too.”
Mizuki rises fixing her slightly tattered kimono whose color is auburn like the fertile soil their rice fields live on. She stands up straight calling out to the young Ueda.
“Tatsuya, if you’re done with that assist the young master to his room.”
Ueda then bows, a sign of compliance. The smirk on Junnosuke’s face becomes wider but hardly does the smirk display wickedness, he was an actor performing too well that night. As the final book is returned to its proper place Ueda could not resist the urge to look at the collection with such sadness.
The man who used to read them was no longer with him, the same man who made an effort to teach him reading and writing, the only man he learned to love, now gone buried under the earth. He took a deep breath before finally averting his gaze from the collection that no one would probably read again.
To his surprise he finds his Junnosuke right beside him, picking out a small novel that used to be his master’s old favorite.
“Ah— father loved his books, did he not?”
That venomous tongue, how Ueda despised that lying tongue coated with sugary words that helps that young man catch his prey. The taller man looks back at him with an amused gaze, smirk hardly fading.
“Won’t you tell me where my room is?”
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A candle is used to shed light on dark corridors they thread.
The Taguchi house was what Junnosuke always deemed as a prison made of wood and paper. Thin walls had never seemed so suffocating to him, these walls, this very house, they unleashed memories that he so long ago refused to remember. He watched Ueda walk before him wearing a yukata of the same auburn color the old Mizuki wore. The wooden door to his room was slid open by Ueda before he walks to the gas lamp that needed to be lit. The light made by the said gas lamp dimly lighting Taguchi’s enormous room; a futon now lay on the creaking floor for his convenience.
“I will leave you now Junnosuke-sama. Please a good night’s rest.” He tries to say so good naturedly.
He walks quietly to the door and Junnosuke watches him, opening his mouth before Ueda is even able to reach for it.
“Will you not ask me, why I must spit on my own father’s grave?”
Ueda turns his head and bows once more, an action he had been so accustomed to for so long.
“Whatever it is that you have against your father— I am in no position to speak anything about it.”
The smaller man replies, tone still courteous, almond eyes not at all meeting with Junnosuke’s whose stare was so domineering and knowing. The young heir tilts his head to the side showing mild interest in the retort. He takes a few steps forward, hand reaching for the door, sliding it shut.
“Are you not mad? Me, spitting at the grave of that man you so loved.”
He whispered in Ueda’s ears, making sure his words leave their mark on his heart. Junnosuke’s hand travels to the long slender neck that so recklessly showed itself, a sight of seduction, temptation and sin. Junnosuke loathed that sight, that face that donned exotic beauty that held his father captive...he loathed it.
Ueda gasps as he feels the soft lips pressed upon his neck leaving small kisses.
“I’ve seen you. You and father. Always.”
The young man adds cupping Ueda’s face coaxing him to look him in the eye.
“Sometimes I wonder what he sees in you. What makes him think that you are good enough to make him forget about mother? I don’t know at all.”
Junnosuke nibbles at his servant’s earlobe, body pressed against the other’s smaller frame, grinding their hips together in delicious friction in which Ueda’s body could not resist, making him grab unto the taller man’s shoulder pulling closer as possible a wanton desire completely washing him over, much against his will.
Tears began to form at the corners of his eyes, trembling every time he could feel Junnosuke’s hard erection rub against his.
“You are such a dirty slut. Only a week has your lover died and you come asking for it from his own son?! You’re disgusting.”
His words said so harshly as the pace gains momentum fast. He grabs the other face once more and devours those lips his father was slave to, shoving in his tongue, exploring, wanting to learn the taste this young servant had. Junnosuke had not at all mind that Ueda did not reciprocate at all. So lost in that kiss that he did not feel how the other struggled until he is able to push Junnosuke back with violent force. But Junnosuke pinned his hands against the wall instead.
“No—why?!” The smaller man lets out between heavy pants, trying to pushing the other off him.
The other man did not reply and instead, once again captured those lips kissing him viciously. He pulls back in a split second and looks at the dark eyes now in tears, and Junnosuke silently rejoiced, tearing apart his father’s memory and tainting the time spent on supposed mourning. Also, He could not help but take note on how more fragile and frail Ueda had become at the fangs of humiliation.
He shoved the young man to the floor, fighting until he could successfully rid him of his yukata, his eyes drinking in every inch of the sight of Ueda’s naked body.
It had been more beautiful up-close rather than from the broken gaps in his father’s bedroom door. He pins the smaller man down, crushing him under his weight.
He coats his middle and index finger with his own saliva making sure that Ueda is watching him, as he does before he let’s them enter the other man’s tight hole, letting the index finger slide in first, followed by the middle causing Ueda to yelp at the intrusion as they moved in and out of him, beginning slow, increasing speed with every thrust. Junnosuke enjoyed the moans that escaped full lips; the thought that Ueda’s body ‘betrayed’ his heart gave him inexplicable joy.
Ueda was still in disbelief, eyes closed tightly refusing to look at his master’s son that had now begun his ministrations upon him mercilessly.
His erection had now become harder than ever, begging to be released from the restraints of his black cotton pants which he had worn on his father’s funeral. He unzipped his own pants, erection now free from its confinement. He had become fully erect, no longer patient, release now sought out more than ever. He lifts those thin legs and wraps them around his waist, wet fingers leaving Ueda and without warning thrusts inside the young man’s prepared hole. Junnosuke groans as Ueda’s warmth envelopes him, taking him in as he starts to move. Pounding furiously, panting as he did.
Ueda cries out, not noticing that his erection was unattended.
“Touch yourself.”
The taller man says as he continues to drive himself in and out of his late father’s prized lover, biting his bottom lip as he experiences the pleasure that came with revenge. His eyes watch as Ueda’s shaky hands stroked himself in time with Junnosuke’s thrusts. Ueda could himself near his peak, and so did Junnosuke.
In no time Ueda lets out a loud moan as he releases, milky white fluid now exploding all over his and Junnosuke’s chest. The other man does not seem to mind though as he too spills his seed inside Ueda, barely moving as he does, chanting out Ueda’s name as he does.
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Ueda picked up the yukata that sprawled across the floor, his naked, aching body seeking warmth form it. He looked back at Junnosuke who sat on the futon quietly eyes fixed on him.
“I’ll be going now.”
The young servant says, bowing his head once more. And Junnosuke nods, no longer smiling, face hardly showing an emotion. As the young man leaves his room he ponders on how revenge truly tasted but he never got the answer.
His plan did not go all too well.
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P.S; MAH NEW LAYOUT WAS MADE BUYninjitsu_x HOMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH! AND The template from kunzite1!!!11oneone!!1
Rating: NC-17 (HOMG MORE SEX!)
Pairings: JunDa (and probably lotsa others if I continue with this. XD)
Genre’: AU of the dark side. XD
Summary: Junnosuke Taguchi’s father dies in a car accident and is left heir to the family business, in his return to Hokkaido feelings of hatred are rekindled and his desire for revenge fueled by the sight of his father’s secret lover, the house servant Ueda Tatsuya.
Warnings: Non-Con Sex, SEX, some blood, maybe some violence? Junno who is not your usual fic!Junno. And some insanely weird stuff going on.
Author’s Notes: You know it’s bad when you’ve sacrificed sleep for you first complete NC-17 fic which really isn’t that good at all LOL. XD Damn this was inspired by
nekoism and hk_mizuki I don’t know if I should continue because this will be a SUPER BIG fic if I did so yeah! This was HARD. DAMN YOU PLOTBUNNIES OF SMUT! And this is pretty long right? I dunno, I suck so bad. XD Comments are much love. INCONSISTENCIES MUST BE FORGIVEN LOL. XDEDIT: UPON READING I FOUND AN INCONSISTENCY. DAMN I FIX NOW. XD
Chapter 1
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Junnosuke Taguchi hardly cried in his father’s wake. People admired this strength, the strength to wear that smile. He was strong and an admirable son that perhaps no parent would doubt. He greeted them; head up high, no sign of weakness as he accepted their condolences. What an unbelievably strong young man. He had so much integrity at such a young age.
He had been in Tokyo when his father passed away in a car accident, studying medicine in hopes of becoming a doctor, after all, if he had failed, he would simply return to Hokkaido and continue his father’s business and become a rice dealer. And this unexpected death of a loved one was perhaps the most tragic thing that could happen to such a wonderful son.
Of course this was everyone thought, for no one saw him spitting at his father’s grave when he was alone, staring emptily at the marble tombstone as the sun began to set. Except perhaps from that young servant he forced to stay with him, a servant by the name of Tatsuya Ueda.
Ueda naturally gasped at the sudden action Junnosuke did without remorse, brown eyes unfazed. No sign of guilt found present on that face that looked so much like his father’s. He turned to Ueda, eyes silently telling him that they needed to go home. The other man, still in shock obliged without muttering a single word.
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“Junnosuke-sama is heir to the his father’s business then isn’t he? At such a young age, it must be difficult for you handling such a position right after your father dies.”
An old woman says as she pours more tea unto the young man’s wooden cup. She had been long servant to the Taguchi family, wrinkled and gray but hardly weak is her mind and body. Junnosuke then nods, agreeing with the previously stated before stealing a glance at the other servant Ueda who occupied his attention with arranging the late Taguchi’s book collection.
“But as his only son, this is really the only thing I can do for him now. It’s an obligation I’ve been born for.”
Ueda abruptly stops from placing one book back to the dusty self, shooting the seemingly unassuming man a disgusted look, obviously the young servant could hardly believe the difference from Junnosuke’s words and actions.
“Ah,ah. You really are the son of Taguchi-sama. Young men like you are hard to find these days!” She says in blatant awe.
“Not really. Perhaps it’s the sudden surge of times that’s made youth so vigilant Mizuki-san.”
The old woman laughs this time, impressed by the words her late master’s son unknowing of how Junnosuke is so impressed by himself and his impeccable ability to live a masquerade.
“Mizuki-san it’s late, I suppose it is better if you rest now?”
“Eh?! Already?! But I haven’t even brought the sake yet!”
“Oh, no. It’s alright. I don’t drink.” He declares proudly, earning another gasp of interest and admiration.
But this was not what he was after, what he wanted was the feeling as he relished at the piercing glare Ueda had now gave him once more. An arrogant smirk forms making sure the other man sees it clearly.
“Ah, well then. Next time maybe? Your father loved the sake from here and I’m sure you would too.”
Mizuki rises fixing her slightly tattered kimono whose color is auburn like the fertile soil their rice fields live on. She stands up straight calling out to the young Ueda.
“Tatsuya, if you’re done with that assist the young master to his room.”
Ueda then bows, a sign of compliance. The smirk on Junnosuke’s face becomes wider but hardly does the smirk display wickedness, he was an actor performing too well that night. As the final book is returned to its proper place Ueda could not resist the urge to look at the collection with such sadness.
The man who used to read them was no longer with him, the same man who made an effort to teach him reading and writing, the only man he learned to love, now gone buried under the earth. He took a deep breath before finally averting his gaze from the collection that no one would probably read again.
To his surprise he finds his Junnosuke right beside him, picking out a small novel that used to be his master’s old favorite.
“Ah— father loved his books, did he not?”
That venomous tongue, how Ueda despised that lying tongue coated with sugary words that helps that young man catch his prey. The taller man looks back at him with an amused gaze, smirk hardly fading.
“Won’t you tell me where my room is?”
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A candle is used to shed light on dark corridors they thread.
The Taguchi house was what Junnosuke always deemed as a prison made of wood and paper. Thin walls had never seemed so suffocating to him, these walls, this very house, they unleashed memories that he so long ago refused to remember. He watched Ueda walk before him wearing a yukata of the same auburn color the old Mizuki wore. The wooden door to his room was slid open by Ueda before he walks to the gas lamp that needed to be lit. The light made by the said gas lamp dimly lighting Taguchi’s enormous room; a futon now lay on the creaking floor for his convenience.
“I will leave you now Junnosuke-sama. Please a good night’s rest.” He tries to say so good naturedly.
He walks quietly to the door and Junnosuke watches him, opening his mouth before Ueda is even able to reach for it.
“Will you not ask me, why I must spit on my own father’s grave?”
Ueda turns his head and bows once more, an action he had been so accustomed to for so long.
“Whatever it is that you have against your father— I am in no position to speak anything about it.”
The smaller man replies, tone still courteous, almond eyes not at all meeting with Junnosuke’s whose stare was so domineering and knowing. The young heir tilts his head to the side showing mild interest in the retort. He takes a few steps forward, hand reaching for the door, sliding it shut.
“Are you not mad? Me, spitting at the grave of that man you so loved.”
He whispered in Ueda’s ears, making sure his words leave their mark on his heart. Junnosuke’s hand travels to the long slender neck that so recklessly showed itself, a sight of seduction, temptation and sin. Junnosuke loathed that sight, that face that donned exotic beauty that held his father captive...he loathed it.
Ueda gasps as he feels the soft lips pressed upon his neck leaving small kisses.
“I’ve seen you. You and father. Always.”
The young man adds cupping Ueda’s face coaxing him to look him in the eye.
“Sometimes I wonder what he sees in you. What makes him think that you are good enough to make him forget about mother? I don’t know at all.”
Junnosuke nibbles at his servant’s earlobe, body pressed against the other’s smaller frame, grinding their hips together in delicious friction in which Ueda’s body could not resist, making him grab unto the taller man’s shoulder pulling closer as possible a wanton desire completely washing him over, much against his will.
Tears began to form at the corners of his eyes, trembling every time he could feel Junnosuke’s hard erection rub against his.
“You are such a dirty slut. Only a week has your lover died and you come asking for it from his own son?! You’re disgusting.”
His words said so harshly as the pace gains momentum fast. He grabs the other face once more and devours those lips his father was slave to, shoving in his tongue, exploring, wanting to learn the taste this young servant had. Junnosuke had not at all mind that Ueda did not reciprocate at all. So lost in that kiss that he did not feel how the other struggled until he is able to push Junnosuke back with violent force. But Junnosuke pinned his hands against the wall instead.
“No—why?!” The smaller man lets out between heavy pants, trying to pushing the other off him.
The other man did not reply and instead, once again captured those lips kissing him viciously. He pulls back in a split second and looks at the dark eyes now in tears, and Junnosuke silently rejoiced, tearing apart his father’s memory and tainting the time spent on supposed mourning. Also, He could not help but take note on how more fragile and frail Ueda had become at the fangs of humiliation.
He shoved the young man to the floor, fighting until he could successfully rid him of his yukata, his eyes drinking in every inch of the sight of Ueda’s naked body.
It had been more beautiful up-close rather than from the broken gaps in his father’s bedroom door. He pins the smaller man down, crushing him under his weight.
He coats his middle and index finger with his own saliva making sure that Ueda is watching him, as he does before he let’s them enter the other man’s tight hole, letting the index finger slide in first, followed by the middle causing Ueda to yelp at the intrusion as they moved in and out of him, beginning slow, increasing speed with every thrust. Junnosuke enjoyed the moans that escaped full lips; the thought that Ueda’s body ‘betrayed’ his heart gave him inexplicable joy.
Ueda was still in disbelief, eyes closed tightly refusing to look at his master’s son that had now begun his ministrations upon him mercilessly.
His erection had now become harder than ever, begging to be released from the restraints of his black cotton pants which he had worn on his father’s funeral. He unzipped his own pants, erection now free from its confinement. He had become fully erect, no longer patient, release now sought out more than ever. He lifts those thin legs and wraps them around his waist, wet fingers leaving Ueda and without warning thrusts inside the young man’s prepared hole. Junnosuke groans as Ueda’s warmth envelopes him, taking him in as he starts to move. Pounding furiously, panting as he did.
Ueda cries out, not noticing that his erection was unattended.
“Touch yourself.”
The taller man says as he continues to drive himself in and out of his late father’s prized lover, biting his bottom lip as he experiences the pleasure that came with revenge. His eyes watch as Ueda’s shaky hands stroked himself in time with Junnosuke’s thrusts. Ueda could himself near his peak, and so did Junnosuke.
In no time Ueda lets out a loud moan as he releases, milky white fluid now exploding all over his and Junnosuke’s chest. The other man does not seem to mind though as he too spills his seed inside Ueda, barely moving as he does, chanting out Ueda’s name as he does.
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Ueda picked up the yukata that sprawled across the floor, his naked, aching body seeking warmth form it. He looked back at Junnosuke who sat on the futon quietly eyes fixed on him.
“I’ll be going now.”
The young servant says, bowing his head once more. And Junnosuke nods, no longer smiling, face hardly showing an emotion. As the young man leaves his room he ponders on how revenge truly tasted but he never got the answer.
His plan did not go all too well.
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P.S; MAH NEW LAYOUT WAS MADE BUY
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