Yay! My first Gokusen 2 Fanfic, written a few months ago and posted to LJ. I don't own, hence it being a FANfic
"Are you sure about this?"
Tsuchiya's shoulders slumped as he let out a long breath; a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Resting his hands on his knees, he glanced over at his small lover seated on the edge of the bed.
"Take..." Tsuchi started, only to be countered by the younger one calling his own name in that ever-so-adorable whine; the one that tugged at Tsuchiya's heartstrings.
With a small sigh, he leaned forward and gave Take a light kiss on the forehead in an attempt to reassure him. A failed attempt. Take still had that wounded puppy look in his eyes and even added insult to injury when he backed away from the edge of the bed, just out of Tsuchi's reach.
"-But its going to hurt!"
During the final months of his third year in high school, Take had been punched, bloodied, scraped up, and bruised more times than he could count. This had taught him something important. If its painful – avoid it. Keeping true to his word, he kept his distance from Tsuchi.
Tsuchi tried his best to hide the annoyance in his voice.
"Only at first, Take. Trust me. I've done this before."
Take jumped up, as if the bed had electrified him.
"To who?!" he shouted.
"Hyuuga."
"But Hyuuga doesn't-"
Take never finished his sentence.
Something inside Tsuchi snapped and he was unable to stop himself from leaping onto the bed and holding his lover captive under him as he roughly pressed his lips to Take's; the younger one unable to do anything but make small sounds of protest from deep within his throat. Tsuchi, taking full advantage of the current situation, began to finish what they had started.
Easier forgiveness than permission, right?
Take's eyes widened, and the sudden sharp pain of tender flesh being torn being caused his back to arch; short nails digging into Tsuchiya's forearm. He would've gasped, but with Tsuchi's weigh on his ribcage and tongue practically chocking him, any action that required too much air was impossible.
It had hurt, just as Tsuchi had said, but over time the sharp pain became a dull one until finally ebbing away. It was then that Tsuchi released his hold on Take, collapsing beside him while he gulped in much needed oxygen. Tsuchi let a grin spread across his face as he ran a hand through Take's copper bleached locks.
"There! That wasn't so bad was it? And the color matches almost every shirt you own."
Take gave Tsuchi a look that would've been considered cute if the intent hadn't been so deadly; and the brought a hand up to his left ear. There, a green heart-shaped earring had just made its home.
What were you thinking, you dirty perverts? )