About the name, it's an internet meme, and nothing to do with the story, except that it's sort of a horror thing, I just couldn't think of name. If you have a better idea then please review and tell me XD

Hiroki woke up and looked over at the man next to him. He smiled slightly at Nowaki's sleeping face. Nowaki looked so sweet when he was asleep. He looked at the time. 7:00. Time to get up. He frowned slightly when he couldn't move, then realised that Nowaki's arms were still wrapped around him. He tugged a bit harder and the arms around him only got tighter.

Hiroki's frown deepened.

"Itai!" Yelled Nowaki, clutching the brand new bump on his head, "Hiro-san?! Why did you do that?"

"Baka!" Hiroki stood up and started getting dressed, "I need to get to work and you wouldn't let go of me!"

"I'm sorry Hiro-san your just so adorable!" (1)

Hiroki growled and left the room to go make breakfast.

He was just buttering the toast when Nowaki walked in, still not dressed. Hiroki couldn't help but stare at his tall handsome lover, dressed only in his boxers. Nowaki looked up and seemed to mistake Hiroki's surprise for disapproval.

"I'm sorry Hiro-san, I don't have to go into work today and I didn't want to waste time getting dressed before you left for work! I won't get to see Hiro-san for hours!"

"No! No- It's not a problem! I just thought you would be... erm... cold... without, any, clothes." He could feel his face heating up.

Hiroki kept his head down, concentrating on the toast he was buttering and trying to cover his face with his hair. He didn't see the cunning smile spreading across Nowaki's face.

Nowaki drifted around behind Hiroki and wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist. "Or could it be that Hiro-san likes me not getting dressed in the morning?" He bent his head down and kissed Hiroki's neck, who bent his head away to give him better access and forgot all about the toast.

A few seconds later he snapped out of it. "No! Nowaki I need to go, I'm going to be late! I made you breakfast." He pulled himself away, grabbed his scarf, coat, and briefcase and made his way towards the door.

He swung the door open and was about to leave when he felt hands on his hip and wrist as he was swung around before he felt lips on his. He returned the kiss whole heartedly, before thwacking Nowaki on the head. "I'm going to be late dammit!"

Nowaki whispered "I love you Hiro-san," before releasing him.

Hiroki left after that, but not before Nowaki heard a muttered, "I love you too."

Nowaki couldn't keep the smile off his face for an hour after that. It wasn't often that Hiro-san confessed his love, but that only made it all the more special for Nowaki when he did. He didn't have to go into work today so he just turned on the morning news while he ate his breakfast. He wasn't really paying much attention though, he was too busy thinking about Hiro-san. Tonight he would probably get home late and be pretty tired, so Nowaki was going to cook him a delicious meal and then ravish him all night long. Then again, did they really need to bother with the meal...?

Suddenly something on the TV caught his attention. "-body has been found. The victim is a young female, however has not been identified yet. It is thought that it could be another victim of the supposed serial killer currently terrorising Tokyo. Though it hasn't been confirmed yet, the body has reportedly been mutilated in the same ways as the other recent victims. The police are still not confirming that there IS a serial killer, saying that the killings are too different. So far there have been twelve killings that could be connected to the possible serial killer, all within the last 3 months, and the only thing that has been the same In all the cases is that all the murders have been equally horrific-"

Nowaki frowned. This was awful, he hadn't heard much this recent string of murders but it definitely sounded like there was a serial killer on the loose, and a really terrible one at that. He couldn't imagine how the victim's families must feel right now, for their loved one to have died in such an awful way. If anything like that ever happened to Hiro-san he would die inside, and he didn't think that anything would ever be able to bring him back...

It had been such a long day for Hiroki. He had only had three classes thank god. Any more time than that with those morons would drive him insane. Unfortunately, he had so much marking to do that he had had to stay late 5 hours after his last class. Not that he would ever tell him this, but he wanted to get all his marking done so that he could spend more time with Nowaki on his days off this week, and there was no way that he could get all this work done with Nowaki at home.

Even more unfortunate, he was not the only one who had decided to stay late...

"Kamijou!!!"

'Oh God.' Thought Hiroki as arms draped around his neck and he smelt cigarette smoke next to his face. "Professor," he growled, "please remove those arms before I remove them for you."

"Oh Kamijou! You wound my aching heart!" He cried, but he released Hiroki. "I must leave now my love, Shinobu-chin has called me to tell me that he is making me a delicious cabbage stew. Please don't be sad!"

"Somehow I'll get over it," Hiroki muttered, before giving a student a well-earned F. His frustration at Miyagi giving him particular pleasure as he drew it on in red.

"Farewell, my sweet assistant!" Miyagi yelled, so loudly that it shook Hiroki's eardrums. He was very glad that right now there was no-one else in this part of the university. He swore the only reason Miyagi had stayed late was to annoy him. He didn't think he had seen him grade single paper. Maybe he gave them all to Hiroki? He did have a lot...

Miyagi was gone. Hiroki hadn't even noticed him walk out the door. He looked at the time, 09:37. It was pretty late, and dark outside. He'd finish this last pile of papers then go home, he only had about 5 left to do.

He was just thinking about how awful these papers were when he felt someone grab him from behind, but not like Nowaki or Miyagi. His eyes went wide. There was an arm around his throat and he couldn't breathe.

His arms flew up and he tried desperately to pull the arms away, his fingers scrabbling at the sleeve but even when he got a grip on it the arm was too strong and he couldn't pull it away. The arm pulled him from his seat, knocking it over in the process. The man started dragging him backwards, and he was pretty sure it was a man, from the strength, and he could tell that they were at least a head taller than him.

His legs slipped out from under him before he was yanked back up again by the man, sending a jolt of pain through his neck. His oxygen was still cut off and his vision was starting to go blurry. His lungs felt like they were about to explode.

The last thing that he knew before everything went black was his assailant taking a deep breath and smelling his neck, and laughing maniacally. (2)

The first thing he noticed, besides the pounding in his head, was that when he opened his eyes, everything was still black. Completely dark, not a single speck of light. The second thing was that he was cold. His coat was gone and it was a chilly room. The floor was also damp. The third thing he noticed, which was by far the most worrying, were the heavy metal cuffs around his wrists.

Oh my god, I'm trying to write him how he really talks and acts and everything, but I feel physically uncomfortable writing fluff of Nowaki's magnitude :)

I was torn between laughing and crazy stalker smelling, then I remembered the scene from black book in the episode with the cat and thought "What the hell? Let's do both!"

Please review, but if you look at all my other stories you'll see that I rarely update so hope but don't expect plez XD I wanted to post at least the first chapter though 'cos I've had this idea stuck in my head forever and there's nothing else like this really on fan-fiction, so hopefully at the very least it'll inspire someone else to write something similar XD