Title: Of Infirmaries, Bows and Cross-Dressing Bishounen!
Author: Kaeru
Pairings: SkeithxHaseo
Rating: M/MA
Warnings: Yaoi. First part of this two-shot; doesn't have much of the cross-dressing part (or bows XD), but it contains part of the reason why Haseo has to cross-dress in the first place (gasp! Yes, an actual plot is detected! Egad, something must be wrong with the world:3). And SkeithxHaseo lemony goodness!! (squeals)
Summary: Haseo plus dress plus party plus physical-action-deprived Skeith equals to… Duh. Yaoi. SkeithxHaseo. AU. Two-shot.
Disclaimer: No own. Now go away! (goes off to sulk her no-owning-ness in a corner).
Kaeru: Heehee! My favorite game, my favorite pairing, and my favorite… Well, really, there's nothing else that's my favorite here, but I just thought that three times of 'my favorites' was nicer than just two… XD… Lolz… Kay, I think you should just go read now! (runs off to hide her embarrassment).
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Glossary:
Bishounen- pretty/near-perfect-in-every-way men/boys in animes.
Sensei- teacher, professor. Honorific to show acknowledgment of someone's scholarly achievement, and therefore is also used for doctors.
Daijoubu ka- are you alright, is it alright, is everything alright. It's basically a very non-specific phrase and is used for saying things are okay in general, and the 'ka' is the question mark, indicating that it's a question. It's used only for saying the state of something.
Daijoubu da- I'm alright, it's alright, everything's alright. The answer to above.
Hai- yes. Also used for agreement, or to show approval.
Anou- comparative to 'umm', to show hesitation.
-chan- an honorific added to the name of a person to show affection, usually for someone you know well. Usually used for girls, and when used on boys, it will seem girly, not because it is girly, but becuase it shows more affection than guys are used to showing/receiving.
-kun- very much similar to -chan, though less affectionate, and therefore more appropriately used for boys.
Nani- what. Literal meaning.
Doushite- what is it, is something wrong. It's usually used when you're suspecting something's wrong or just asking what somebody wanted/worried about.
Jaa- part of 'jaa ne' or 'jaa mata', which mean see you. Jaa is usually used for a briefer and shorter farewell, and is kinda like 'I'll be going now' or whatever.
Doko- where. Literal meaning. Technically, were it in grammatical-interrogative form, 'doko desu ka' is 'where is it' or 'where are you' and stuff.
Gaki- brat, twerp, anything-else-that-you-call-annoying-little-kids.
Kawaii- cute, adorable. Adjective.
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Chapter I: Dream Boy
Haseo sighed as he leaned his head on his folded arms above his desktop, closing his eyes. God, he was tired. Why the hell did he have to clean up the whole gym, anyway? Wasn't that the janitor's job? Honestly. Yata-sensei was just asking for trouble. Damn, stupid, crazy, fucked-up old man.
Letting out another sigh, Haseo allowed his mind to wander and smiled softly to himself as the image of his bed came to mind. Ahhh… Soft, comfy, god-blessed comforters… He couldn't wait to get home…
But wait… What was this… Haseo frowned slightly as the image in his mind changed from his beautiful white room and bed into a red-walled room with a large king-sized bed with red velvet covers and dark red rose petals littered everywhere.
This wasn't his room…
As his vision moved and entered deeper into the room, Haseo's breath caught in his throat and his eyes bulged from behind his closed eyes.
Somehow, without his noticing, a very naked, very hot, very aroused lightly-muscled body with tanned skin made its way onto the middle of the red-covered bed, strong hands stroking said naked body's prominent arousal slowly and sensually.
This was definitely not his room.
Just as Haseo was about to open his eyes and jerk awake from the daydream, the head of the naked one rose and Haseo gasped as crimson eyes bore into his own maroon orbs. Strong, chiseled features were contorted in pleasure, plump dark lips parted slightly in a breathless moan. Soft silver tresses fell gently to frame the handsome face while standing in a spiked up style at the back.
Haseo's eyes were barely inside their sockets anymore by this time and the ebonette distinctly felt the near-painful restraint of his boxers as his manhood began to awaken.
Oh shit.
Haseo held back a moan as the naked silver-haired teen stopped stroking himself and began moving to the edge of the bed, making his way to where Haseo stood. Haseo couldn't even bring himself to move away as the strong hand that he'd been watching cupped his crotch and squeezed teasingly.
This time, Haseo did moan.
Which brought a smirk to the dark lips now just inches away from his nose. Yes, nose; the guys was taller than him, so what? Back to the good stuff!
Haseo closed his eyes and almost melted when those same dark lips crushed against his own and he brought his hands up to grip the broad shoulders. He could feel the smirk widening against his lips and Haseo impatiently pressed his tongue against the other's warm lips. The silver-haired teen complied and allowed the ebonette to explore his hot caverns before clamping his teeth gently over the searching appendage.
Haseo let out a muffled sound of surprise but didn't pull away. Instead, he tightened the his grip on those strong shoulders and pulled closer, lifting himself up on his toes to meet more of the other's warm body.
The hand on his crotch stopped squeezing his erection and instead began to rub at it through the fabric of his pants, eliciting a moan from the ebonette. The other teen's other hand, meanwhile, moved to the back of Haseo's neck and pulled the shorter boy closer.
The dark lips unlatched from Haseo's now-bruised ones and met with the ebonette's neck instead, sucking and biting and nibbling so much that Haseo was whimpering and groaning for more.
The hand on his clothed arousal continued with its groping and Haseo jerked his slim hips forward into the hand, wanting more. Said hand responded by quickly unzipping his school pants and pushing it down to his mid thighs, along with his boxers.
Haseo gasped pleasantly as cool air met with his straining erection and let out another gasp when the hand teasing him before gripped his arousal, stroking it once. Pleasure shot up his spine and Haseo arched his back, latching his arms together around the other's neck.
Another stroke, this time much more harsh and firm, brought a yell of pleasure from the ebonette and Haseo panted, his breaths coming in short gasps, as the stroking became more rapid.
The silver-haired teen's other hand, meanwhile, was still at the back of the ebonette's neck, and Haseo moaned when the other's talented mouth began kissing its way up his jaw line and once more met with his now-bruised lips.
While he was distracted by the mouth and tongue plunging into his own mouth, Haseo did not miss the hand still stroking him, and moaned all the more louder as a thumb teased the slit at the head of his erection.
After a few more strokes, the silver-haired teen suddenly stopped and Haseo whimpered at the lack of movement. When he tried to jerk his hips, he suddenly found himself jerking his head into his own arms, which were still folded under him on his desk.
"Haseo?"
The worried inquiry of his friend made Haseo look up and he was startled to see Silabus peering down at him with concern in his eyes.
"Daijoubu ka, Haseo-kun?" asked the brunette.
Haseo blinked and nodded his head slowly. "Hai… Daijoubu da… Anou… What did you want, Silabus?" he asked.
Silabus nodded to accept the ebonette's claim but his brown eyes still held worry. "The bell's rung so I thought I'd come by and we could go to the cafeteria together. By the way, I heard you moaning in your sleep; were you having a nightmare?"
At the mention of 'moaning', Haseo suddenly remembered his dream and realized with a start that he was still hard. Face red with embarrassment, the ebonette stuttered something about the bathroom before shooting out of his chair and out of the classroom, leaving a stunned Silabus to stare at a now-empty seat.
Scowling oddly, the junior made his way out of the freshmen classroom as he noticed that the three girls left in there were starting to giggle and point at him in hushed whispers.
He shuddered and quickened his pace to make sure they wouldn't be able to follow.
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Haseo didn't know where he was running, just aware that he was running and that he was sporting a hard on that needed to disappear right now.
Before he knew it, Haseo found himself climbing up several flights of stairs and bursting through a door that led to the school's roof. Panting now, he finally stopped and bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.
Damn if that wasn't the longest run he'd ever had. Minus that time when Yata made the whole class run twenty laps around the school field, without breaks, of course.
That man had a stick up his arse, for sure.
Speaking of which, Haseo paused in his mind-rant and remembered his little friend down south (not that it was that little, mind you!). Scowling, he growled and tried to will it away. When seven minutes of doing so didn't seem to have any effect at all, he finally threatened it with an image of a naked Yata and it deflated almost immediately.
Sighing in relief, Haseo straightened and looked around.
"Aww, show's over already? And here I thought you were at least worth ten bucks!"
Haseo stiffened at the mocking voice and clenched his fists before turning to the side to see a couple of seniors grinning lecherously and leering at him. One of them, a silver-haired teen with horrible, horrible teeth due to years of smoking, was a well-known bully that Haseo had had the misfortune of meeting, but the pleasure of beating, before named Naoya Sakai (1). He was leaning against the high ledge of the roof top, a stick of death hanging lazily out of the corner of his smirking mouth.
The other was sitting on top of the ledge with one leg hanging off the edge and the other was folded under him. He, too, was known throughout the school, though for different reasons. With dark green hair that fell just above his shoulders and enchanting emerald eyes, he was popular among both boys and girls and had broken more than his fair share of hearts throughout his years attending the school. And seeing as he was a senior, that was quite a number. Haseo remembered Shino, his close friend, mention that her sister had gotten a broken heart because of him; Tatsumi Hori (2).
His lips were curled up in a pleasant enough smile, but Haseo was not one to be deceived so easily and he glared at them both, silently cursing his luck today. He was convinced that Yata had something to do with this.
Slowly, Sakai swaggered over to Haseo, who resisted the urge to take a backward step when the older teen invaded his personal space.
"Well, Misaki (3)? Aren't you going to continue?" taunted the older teen, taking a long drag of his cigarette before pulling it out and blowing smoke into Haseo's face.
Haseo made a face and sneered. "I beat your ass once, Naoya, don't think I won't be able to again."
Fear flashed behind the older teen's eyes, hidden almost fully by his bangs, but he smirked again.
"Well, it'd be a shame if you tried anything here, Misaki," he said arrogantly. "Your face is too pretty to be covered in bruises." He paused and squinted at Haseo before laughing. "Or maybe it'll be a nicer view? What do you think, Hori-chan?"
Haseo was startled to find the so-called playboy suddenly standing to his right but didn't show it and instead shot a glare at the handsome teen.
Said teen either didn't see it, or just didn't care. Instead, he smiled that annoyingly pleasant smile of his and peered down at Haseo's face (which kind of weirded the ebonette out).
"I believe Haseo-kun's face is beautiful just as it is, Sakai-kun," said the green-haired teen after a moment, still smiling.
Sakai grinned and took another step forward towards Haseo. The ebonette took a step back instinctively and found his back pressed against the wall of the small room-thingey with the stairs that led back down to the school building.
He didn't show fear, though, and continued to glare.
"Fuck off," he stated flatly.
Sakai laughed again and leaned down to meet Haseo eye-to-eye, one hand pressed against the wall right next to the ebonette's head.
"What a dirty mouth you have, Haseo-chan," he said huskily. "I wonder what other dirty things it's done, hmm?"
Haseo growled and swiftly punched the older teen square in the face, causing him to stumble back and fall onto his rump on the ground. He grunted in pain and touched his nose, which was bleeding. Staring at the blood on his hand, Sakai spat out the cigarette in his mouth and snarled at Haseo as he stood up.
"Fucking little bitch!" he yelled, raising a fist to strike at the ebonette.
Haseo dodged easily to the side and sent a kick that met with the silver-haired teen in the ribs, causing him to groan and cough as he staggered and clutched at his side.
"I told you, I already beat you before," said Haseo lowly, glaring.
Sakai didn't respond while Hori merely nodded acceptingly and knelt to help Sakai stand straight. Haseo grunted and turned to leave, until a hard hit in the back sent him flying forward. Skidding on the ground, Haseo winced as he sat up and cradled his scraped elbow. Luckily, he wasn't bleeding.
Without warning, and before he could react, a hand roughly grabbed him by the front of his school shirt's collar and pulled him up and off the ground. Haseo choked slightly and gripped at the hand holding him, as Sakai's bloodied nose filled his vision.
"You're gonna regret that, fucking bitch," growled the enraged bully, turning to press Haseo roughly against the same wall Haseo'd had his back to moments before.
Haseo gasped as pain tore at his back and his vision blurred a moment when the back of his head connected with the cement behind him and did a slight jitter-jig.
Haseo blinked and his sight returned to normal. Then the musky scent of cocaine entered his nostrils and Haseo realized in horror that the bastard was actually kissing him.
Oh, eww… This is worse than naked Yata!
Haseo's hands immediately moved to push at the chest pressed against him and he struggled to turn his head away, to wriggle form the disgusting mouth on top of his own, anything to stop the horror of the unwanted contact.
Nothing worked though, and Haseo started to panic when one of the bully's hands went from his neck, to his shoulder, to his waist and finally to the buckle of his belt. His struggles were renewed and Haseo tried to kick at the older teen, only to have his legs restrained by another pair of hands.
Damn Tatsumi!
He'd totally forgotten about the other teen, mainly because he thought he wouldn't do anything, let alone participate, but now Haseo's panic was pushed up a notch higher.
The hand on his belt started to unbuckle it and Haseo tried to pry it off, only to have the hand gripping his collar push against his collarbone painfully. He closed his eyes tightly and tried once more to kick at Sakai, but his legs were held fast.
Just when Haseo was starting to pray for some miracle to happen and just as Sakai finally managed to undo his belt buckle, the ebonette's prayers were answered.
Haseo found his legs freed abruptly and not a second later, Sakai's face was wrenched from his own, and Haseo gasped loudly as he slid down to the ground and onto his butt.
He opened his eyes and the sight of a Hori with a busted lip and black eye greeted him. Hori was staring at something in front of him and Haseo turned to look.
His breath was caught in his throat when he saw the boy of his dream angrily and viciously slamming a fist into Sakai's face. Sakai fell to the ground with a black eye, but the other teen didn't relent and grabbed the silver-haired teen's shirt, lifting him up with surprising strength and punching him in the gut.
A pained shout escaped Sakai's lips and Haseo winced when he saw blood dripping from the corners of the teen's mouth.
Shocked and horrified, Haseo stood and ran to the two, grabbing the hand that was readying to deliver another punch.
"Stop," he said firmly, scowling as he glanced over at Sakai. The guy didn't seem dead yet, judging from his hoarse breathing, and Haseo internally sighed in relief.
He was brought back to reality at the sound of a loud thud as Sakai was dropped to the ground and he yelped in surprise when strong arms lifted him, bridal style, and proceeded to carry him towards the stairs.
"H-hey!" he yelled indignantly, blushing. "Put me down!"
The teen holding him didn't put him down and instead looked at him with dark red eyes. Haseo felt a chill run down his spine and he stared back at the teen nervously.
"I'm taking you to the infirmary."
The soft, smooth voice startled Haseo and the ebonette's blush darkened as the other teen continued down the stairs without any trouble at all after the statement.
Haseo didn't see a point in arguing with him and instead stayed silent throughout their journey through the school. Stupid infirmary just had to be all the way over the other side of the school… The world definitely had something against the ebonette, Haseo was sure of it.
He was suddenly dumped, gently, onto a bed and Haseo started, only to realize that they were already at the infirmary and the silver-haired teen had placed him on one of the beds there. The ebonette looked around nervously and saw that the nurse wasn't around. This only served to make him more nervous; nothing good was to come from being alone in a room with a boy he'd been fantasizing about just an hour ago.
While Haseo was contemplating the wrong things that were bound to happen while under the circumstances stated above, he suddenly found a pair of lips softly landing on his own and he jerked back in surprise.
The silver-haired teen in front of him was looking back at him almost curiously and Haseo tried to fight down the blush that made its way to his face, quite unsuccessfully.
"N-nani…?" questioned the ebonette, trying to sound annoyed and only managing to sound like a flustered school girl trying to ask her crush out.
He mentally slapped himself for it, but the silver-haired teen in front of him merely shook his head and leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Haseo's knees while pressing his front against the front of Haseo's dangling legs.
Haseo nervously leaned back a little against his hands, which he'd placed on the bed a little ways behind himself, and warily stared as crimson eyes swept over his form.
"You look much prettier than in my dream," murmured the silver-haired teen, more to himself than to Haseo, and the ebonette's blush darkened.
Then the other's words fully reached his ears and his eyes widened.
"W-what'd you s--"
Haseo's question was cut off as the same pair of lips as before latched onto his again and while his first instinct was to push the other away, Haseo allowed the other teen to deepen the kiss and moaned slightly. Just like in his dream, the silver-haired teen smirked into the kiss and Haseo found himself getting slightly indignant at that.
In return, he stopped leaning backwards and pressed against the other teen, moving his hands to twine his fingers in the soft silver strands. The silver-haired teen seemed surprised by this and moved back a little, which gave Haseo the chance to move his legs and wind them around the other's waist. One of the silver-haired teen's hands moved to grip one of Haseo's hips and Haseo opened his mouth to allow a poking tongue in.
Another moan escaped Haseo's throat, muffled by their joined lips, as the wet, velvety appendage poked around in the hot caverns of Haseo's oral cavity. Just then, something hard poked at his stomach and the ebonette made a sound of surprise. He pulled back, meeting a little resistance from the other teen at having to part, and he looked down between them.
He's already-flushed face darkened ever-so-slightly as he saw the tent that had formed on the other teen's pants.
Hesitantly, ignoring the questioning look on the silver-haired teen's handsome face, Haseo reached down and unbuckled the other's belt, only pausing when a gasp escaped from his partner's lips.
He looked up and gulped when lustful and hungry crimson eyes stared down at him.
"Are you sure?"
The question was so quiet that Haseo barely caught it.
"I… No, but I want to do it," he answered truthfully.
The silver-haired teen suddenly growled lowly in his throat and Haseo gasped when he was grabbed and a hot, wet mouth latched onto the side of his throat, biting hard and then licking at the bite gently as though in apology. Haseo squirmed as the licking proceeded to evolve into nibbling and almost whimpered when the other teen suddenly stopped and pulled him away.
Slightly dazed, he looked down to allow his bangs to hide the blush covering his cheeks (Kaeru: A little too late for that, Ha-chan:3) and the silver-haired teen in front of him chuckled softly. Embarrassed, Haseo quickly moved to unzip his partner's pants, 'accidentally' brushing against the obvious bulge there.
The soft moan was not lost on his ears and he smirked slightly. Satisfied with the expected reaction, he pulled down the other's pants and boxers, gaping for a second at the enormity of the erection in his face.
He's… He's… He's huge!
The surprise on his face must've shown, because Haseo suddenly heard a soft chuckle. Looking up, the silver-haired teen caught his lips in a chaste kiss.
"Still want to do it?" teased the other teen, smirking.
Haseo pouted (he'd never admit it, though) and glared half-heartedly before turning his attention back to the hard-on in front of him.
He thought for a moment about how to go about this (he'd never give head in his life, dammit, and he'd never imagined he ever would) and finally decided to just put it in his mouth. Tentatively, he licked at the head and paused when he heard a hiss from above. He looked up to see the other teen's eyes narrowed and face contorted in what seemed to be pain, at first glance.
"Keep… going," grunted the silver-haired teen when he realized Haseo had stopped, and the ebonette hesitantly did so.
He once again flicked out his tongue to taste the warm, hard skin of the erection and after two or three more experimental licks, he finally opened his mouth as wide as he could and swallowed as much of the appendage as he was capable of.
Another hiss from above and a hand moved to grab Haseo's head. The ebonette took this a sign to continue and swirled his tongue over the tip of the arousal, pausing to tease the slit, which gained him a loud moan. Haseo moved his mouth lower on the erection and slowly went back up. The hand in his hair tightened and a growl sounded.
"Faster."
Haseo complied and did so, surprised at the sounds he was eliciting from the silver-haired teen. Moans, grunts and groans were starting to become a recurring beat and Haseo sucked in his mouth to close in his cheeks and create more friction, earning a particularly loud grunt of approval.
A barely coherent command was made by the other teen, and Haseo asked what he said, forgetting that he still had a dick in his mouth, and was surprised to hear the silver-haired teen practically screaming in pleasure. Shocked, but pleased, Haseo did it again, humming for more vibrations, and more of the same reaction as before came.
Something wet other than his own saliva started to fill his mouth and Haseo tasted the salty taste of pre-cum on his tongue. He moved his tongue to the head of the erection and grazed the slit at the head, and almost immediately, clutching even tighter at Haseo's hair, the silver-haired teen came in his mouth with a loud cry.
Haseo tried to swallow the large amount of semen filling his mouth, but he could only do so much and almost choked. His partner immediately pulled out of his mouth and held him close, kissing him and tasting himself in Haseo.
Haseo kissed back and sighed, letting the other teen lap at the mixture of saliva and semen in his mouth with his tongue. When they pulled away, Haseo raised a brow at the smirk on the other's face.
"There's something erotic about tasting myself in you," explained the silver-haired teen casually and Haseo blushed darkly, which only made the smirk grow wider.
The silver-haired teen pushed Haseo back and the ebonette didn't resist as his back landed on the soft bed, though he wondered what it was he was up to. When the other teen poked at the tent in Haseo's own pants, the ebonette's lips parted and formed an 'o' which made the silver-haired teen chuckle.
Haseo didn't have time to be indignant, because the other teen was practically ripping his belt off and roughly shoving his pants down, along with his boxers, and let them dangle off around his ankles. The ebonette blushed faintly as he saw his own erection stand proud and was amazed at how indifferent the other teen seemed at seeing another hard dick.
Said indifferent teen proceeded to straddle Haseo's waist on the bed and gently gripped the ebonette's arousal, stroking it slowly. Haseo's back arched at the touch and he moaned as he bucked his hips upward, trying to get more friction and contact.
More warmth pooled at his groin and the teen clutched at the bed sheets around him, moaning louder when a stroke turned into an unforgivable squeeze. A thumb teased the slit at his head and Haseo whimpered when he came near to his release. The warmth of the other's hands disappeared suddenly, and Haseo looked up to see the silver-haired teen shifting around.
"Turn over," ordered the teen and Haseo did so.
For a moment, Haseo wondered what the other teen was planning on doing, then strong hands grabbed his hips and he squeaked (yes, Haseo squeaked, but like before, he'd never admit it) at suddenly having his butt raised into the air. Before he could protest, though, a hot, wet something poked at his entrance and his squeak turned into a yelp. He tried to move and turn to see what the hell was he doing, but the hands on his hips held him fast and he squirmed uncomfortably as the appendage at his entrance began to do more than just poking.
A gasp escaped his lips as the tongue suddenly entered him and Haseo gripped the sheets under him even more tightly than before. He could feel the wet tongue inside him, stretching and pushing, trying to loosen him and while doing so, stimulating the spot inside him that would eventually make him cry out in pleasure and send stars into his vision.
After a while of preparation and squirming, the silver-haired teen finally let up and turned Haseo onto his back again. Haseo, now very much flushed in the face in discomfort, looked up at the other teen, who leaned down and kissed Haseo gently.
"I'll be gentle," he whispered, kissing Haseo on the forehead and the ebonette flushed brighter before nodding rapidly and bracing himself.
The silver-haired teen pulled Haseo's legs and placed each over his shoulders, shifting a little to position himself directly in front of the ebonette's entrance.
The initial entrance wasn't that painful, really, just uncomfortable. It only started to hurt when one of them moved, which stretched more of his entrance and tore at tissues. So Haseo was grateful that the other teen waited for him to get used to the sudden fullness he felt before gently and slowly pushing deeper.
The other teen breathed in deeply before pulling back out and thrusting in, and Haseo gasped when the third thrust made contact with his prostate, sending stars into his vision and pleasure shooting up his spine as promised.
His silver-haired partner noticed this and proceeded to thrust at the same spot over and over, sending Haseo spiraling down a tunnel of bliss as he edged closer and closer to release.
Just before he came, the other teen lean down and whispered hoarsely into his ear.
"Skeith."
Haseo screamed out the name as he climaxed and spilled himself over both their chests. His partner came only seconds later and they both lay on the bed, panting, spent and exhausted.
Haseo absently stroked the silver-haired teen's hair and watched silently as the teen caressed his thigh lovingly.
"Is that your name?" he asked after a moment.
"Yes," answered the other teen simply, ad he looked up a little to meet Haseo's maroon eyes. "And yours?"
"Haseo," murmured the ebonette, and Skeith pushed himself up and leaned down to kiss him.
"You're mine, now," stated the silver-haired teen plainly after pulling back from the kiss, and Haseo saw a possessive glint in the crimson eyes that watched him expectantly.
A flash of the beating Skeith had given Naoya and Tatsumi, on account of saving him, made Haseo's heart skip a beat and the ebonette found he didn't mind the concept of being Skeith's at all. In fact, he rather liked it.
So he nodded slowly and smiled a small smile.
"I'm yours," he agreed.
Haseo watched as Skeith smirked approvingly and pulled the ebonette up, supporting him with one arm behind his shoulders.
"Clean up," he told Haseo, handing the ebonette a wet towel from a water pan on a short table next to the bed. "The nurse might get here soon."
Haseo took the towel with a nod and glanced over at Skeith. "Aren't you going to?"
"Later," answered Skeith shortly and Haseo nodded again.
He wiped away the sticky semen on his thighs and was about to wipe his chest when he suddenly noticed that… Well, he had a problem.
How the hell am I gonna hide this stain?!
Groaning, he began to furiously scrub at the very much noticeable stain on his school shirt, all the while cursing himself as a fool for not even taking it off first.
After what seemed like an eternity of scrubbing, Haseo stopped and looked, only to find that the horrible patch was still there, if not more bigger than before.
Sighing, he gave up trying to get rid of the stain and jumped off the bed to pull up his boxers and pants. Buckling his pants, he tried to make himself look presentable (minus the stain problem) and after straightening out a few creases on his black pants, finally deemed himself normal-looking (again, minus the stain problem).
Skeith wrapped his arms around the ebonette from behind and rested a chin on his shoulder. Haseo held onto the hands in front of him.
"Are you a senior?"
He couldn't help it; the question had been bugging him since he saw the guy beat Naoya up, and like hell if curiosity didn't plague him!
The answer he got surprised him, though.
"No. Freshman. Second stream (4)," said the silver-haired teen lazily.
Oh. Haseo nodded slowly. Second stream. No wonder he didn't know the guy.
"Haseo," said Skeith suddenly, and Haseo craned his neck to look into serious, crimson eyes.
"Doushite?" murmured Haseo.
"Meet me after school. At the parking lot," said the silver-haired teen, kissing Haseo's cheek briefly. "I'll give you a ride home."
Haseo shrugged and nodded. Skeith, apparently satisfied with that, released him.
"I've got classes," said Skeith, kissing Haseo again. "Stay here and get the nurse to check you. And stay away from those trash for the rest of the day."
Haseo assumed 'those trash' were Naoya and Tatsumi and smirked, nodding obediently. Skeith gave him one final kiss on the lips before turning and disappearing out of the infirmary.
Haseo touched his lips and licked them, tasting something sweet, but unidentifiable. Did Skeith like sweets?
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The look the nurse had given him when she arrived had made Haseo uncomfortable and paranoid. Was the stain still there (he'd noticed that it was much less visible when his shirt was dry, so he'd stood in front of a fan for a half hour before the nurse arrived, saying something about someone passing out)?
Apparently, though, the only reason she'd looked at him that way was because she thought he was hot, for a sixteen-year-old (something proven, because she'd even slip her number into his shirt pocket), which had annoyed the ebonette. And to add it all up, his butt was starting to get sore. So walking was now very similar to limping, in Haseo's dictionary.
Therefore, by the time it was second lunch and he was on his way to the cafeteria, he was in a less than pleasant mood.
Grumbling to himself about stupid, idiotic nurses and damnable stains, he slumped down into his seat at the usual table he, Silabus, Matsu, Shino and Atoli shared.
Silabus and Shino both gave him concerned glances; they knew he was moody, and perhaps a bit cold, but to slump in his chair heavily only meant that something was either bothering him very much, or he was in trouble with a teacher.
Atoli didn't notice the details like they did, but she knew Haseo was feeling grumpy today and proceeded to try and cheer him up by creating several origami birds that she apparently thought were 'absolutely wonderful'. Matsu didn't particularly care (he was only sitting with them because he considered Haseo a threat in his affections for a certain blond-haired bimbo) and merely scooted closer to Atoli while glaring at the ebonette with one eye.
Haseo knew Shino and Silabus knew something was up with him, but he wasn't about to tell them that he'd just had sex with someone he barely knew (or saw, really), especially not in front of Atoli and Matsu. In fact, he ignored the constant stares of worry and suspicion (for Matsu's part, the paranoid bastard) sent his way and Atoli's increasingly annoying idle chatter.
Thankfully, lunch was only for another five minutes and Haseo could handle that.
So he thought.
"Haseo…"
The ebonette looked up at Shino, who was frowning and didn't seem to be looking at him. Or at least, his face. No, her eyes were trained on his…
"What's that on your neck?"
…
Oh shit…
…
Haseo's hand immediately jumped to hide the small bump of a hickey and he silently fumed, angry at himself for forgetting that Skeith had given it to him and angry at Skeith for giving it to him in the first place. Unfortunately, his silent anger didn't do anything to help his situation, and Haseo was bombarded with questioning looks by all of them, now, even Matsu.
"It's nothing," he muttered, glancing at the clock large clack hanging near a wall, praying that it would go faster and that his face wasn't turning red.
Shino raised a brow at Haseo's reddening face, as did Silabus, while Atoli gasped and poked his cheek, asking if he was ill and had some kind of weird disease that made his skin go red and bumpy like that. Matsu pulled her away from him and told Atoli that there was no such disease, but he did peer closer at Haseo's hickey-ed neck.
Haseo turned redder at Atoli's question and clenched his neck tighter.
"I said it's nothing!" he stuttered, wishing he would just drop down and die right there and then.
An improbable but possible theory as to what (or who, more specifically) had created the small bruise on Haseo's neck came up in Shino's mind and as she glanced at Silabus, she could tell he'd thought of it, too. Smiling softly at the brunette, she turned to regard Haseo, who was looking at anywhere but his table mates.
"So, Haseo…," she began slowly, her smile widening. "When are you going to introduce us?"
Haseo balked at the sudden question and gaped at Shino, as well as Silabus, whom he saw was smiling widely as well. Atoli and Matsu appeared as confounded as him, though for different reasons.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, turning redder, if that was even possible.
Shino's smile turned positively evil and her green eyes glinted. Haseo gulped at that and even Silabus seemed a little unnerved.
"Haseo-kun…," said Shino softy, though there as an edge to her sweet tone. "It's not polite to hide your partners from your friends."
"Partner?" echoed Atoli, tilting her head to the side confusedly. Then her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly "Oh, you mean girlfriend? Haseo has a girlfriend? Wow! Haseo, why didn't you tell us?"
Shino smiled more so that her eyes closed into little happy crescents and she tilted her head to the side innocently. Haseo made a face and sighed heavily, an image of himself with a dark rain cloud hovering over his head flitting through his mind, depicting his horrible luck perfectly.
"Oohh… Do we get to meet her? Huh? Huh? Do we, Haseo?" asked Atoli excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat. Matsu was still in shock at hearing that Haseo had a girlfriend (who wasn't Atoli OR Shino) and barely noticed when the table began to shake at the blonde's movements and his milkshake dropped to the floor.
"No," Haseo deadpanned, and Atoli immediately looked disappointed.
"Why ever not, Haseo-kun?" inquired Shino, head moving back to sit straight on her shoulders again and eyes opening to stare a steely stare at the ebonette.
Haseo gulped again but scowled. "Because you can't."
"Why not, Haseo?" asked Silabus, looking less threatening than the pale pink-haired senior.
"Because I don't want you to, that's why," stated the ebonette flatly, and Silabus almost sweatdropped at the lack of emotion in his tone.
"Why don't you, Haseo?" Atoli wondered, looking confused.
Haseo was about to tell her that it was none of her business when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and he gratefully stood up.
"Jaa," he muttered, quickly dashing out of the cafeteria.
Shino frowned after him and Silabus did, too, while Atoli hurried to get to her next class, Matsu running after her.
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Haseo was cursing under his breath in the halls, on his way to his last class, which he unfortunately shared with Silabus (hooray for Advanced Calculus with stuck up juniors; Haseo didn't know why he even took the damned subject). No doubt the brunette was going to ask him who his 'girlfriend' was and the ebonette was certainly not in the mood to say who it was or who it wasn't
Sighing, he ran a hand through his ebony locks upon reaching his classroom, a habit he'd picked up after several trying arguments with Pi, a bossy, pale pink-haired junior who talked in such a formal and polite way that Haseo thought it was impossible for her to be seventeen and had deemed her an old hag and who was also obsessed with Yata-sensei. Pushing thoughts of an angry-looking Pi from his mind, Haseo went into the classroom and took a seat right at the back in one corner, sure that Silabus wouldn't sit so far from the front just to harass him.
True enough, as the second bell rang to indicate that students should be in their respective classrooms by now and NOT shagging in the bathroom or an empty classroom and traumatizing a trainee teacher by doing so (5), Haseo watched as Silabus came in and glanced at him once before frowning and taking a seat right in the front of the room out of the corner of his eye.
Sighing inwardly in relief, Haseo proceeded to stare out the window next to him, which looked out over the school's front yard, and totally tuned out the teacher's babbling. Despite his long record of picking fights in school (which wasn't even his fault, really; some people just couldn't take a hint), Haseo was considerably intelligent and had never once failed a class, so teachers tended to excuse him were he to space out, assured that his grades wouldn't suffer one bit.
Haseo's mind wandered and the ebonette nearly fell asleep, snapped out of his daze only by the shrill ring of the last school bell. Everyone stood from their seats immediately and rushed out the door, Haseo blending in with them. Normally, the stoic teen would wait until everyone else had gone out and would leave after the class was empty with Silabus.
Today, however, wasn't a normal day.
And as if to prove this point, Haseo suddenly heard Silabus call his name and the name of his most hated teacher in one sentence over the throng of students in the hall.
"Haseo, Yata-sensei wanted to see us after school, remember?"
Freezing in mid-run, Haseo stiffly turned around and sighed in defeat before making his way over to where Silabus still stood right outside the classroom door.
"Doko?" he muttered miserably, giving Silabus a sour look as though daring him to say anything else other than to answer the question.
Silabus laughed nervously and tried not to shrink away from the scary expression on the ebonette's face. "Err… The Student Council Room…"
Grunting, Haseo trudged down the hall and Silabus sighed once before walking after him.
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"Thank you all for coming," said Yata, bowing at them and Haseo barely suppressed a snort.
He was leaning against the far wall of the large peach-walled room and staring out another window which looked out over the school's yard as well. Pi, the Yata-obsessed hag, was standing faithfully next to Yata at the front of the room, behind a wooden desk. Kuhn was smiling as he chatted in hushed whispers with Atoli, who was sitting on the big red couch in front of the desk with a bored-looking Matsu sitting on her other side. Shino was sitting next to Matsu and smiling politely at Yata, all the while sending pointed looks back at Haseo over her shoulder.
Haseo was not oblivious to any of them but chose to ignore her, anyway. Besides, just because she was a close friend didn't mean he'd have to tell her everything! And certainly not about his sex life!
"As you all know, the annual school dance will be held this Saturday, and as the decorating committee TIC (6), I have set out tasks for each of you to carry out."
The dance? Hell no.
Haseo growled inwardly; now he remembered why the crazy old fart had made him clean out the gym. The week before, Yata had put him in charge of decorations, and as if that wasn't incredulous enough in itself, Haseo was told that the theme was masked ballroom dancing (7). The ebonette had utterly refused to participate in it at all and had even broken a few pencils after persistent insistence on Yata's part. In the end, Yata had said that he was excused from helping out with the decorations itself, but he would have to give Haseo other duties, to be fair to the other members of the decorating committee.
Haseo had 'hn'-ed at that and hadn't been bothered about it until that morning when Yata had taken him from homeroom, locked him in the immense gymnasium of the school and flippantly told him to clean it and to 'make sure to polish the wooden floors so they would give a natural shine on the day of the dance'. Haseo had tried to break down the gym doors and escape, or course, but apparently, they were made of very thick steel which left Haseo with a headache after consistently banging on it for an hour (who made doors of steel for school gyms, anyway?!).
In the end, Haseo did clean up the place, out of lack of anything more interesting to do, and had even polished the floors (with a mop, of course; like hell he was gonna touch a rag dipped in varnish!). It was only ten minutes before first break did Yata come by and let him out, and Haseo had been too exhausted to even yell at him by that time. So he'd went straight to English class, ignored the teacher's pointed raised brow at his lateness (yes, Miss Pissypants, he knew how late he was, didn't Yata mention anything about this?) and collapsed into his chair.
Now, Haseo listened in silence as Yata gave each of the others in the room instruction on what they had and didn't have to do. Atoli seemed super ecstatic about getting hers, and Haseo straightened from the wall at her fifth squeal of delight and finally decided he'd had enough.
"Where are you going, Haseo?" asked Silabus, noticing that the ebonette was making his way towards the door of the room.
Haseo waved a hand carelessly over his shoulder. "Home. You don't need me here, right?"
Silabus looked like he wanted to ask him to stay, but instead nodded his head and went back to looking over Atoli's designs on how she thought the gym should look like. Haseo was right in the middle of the doorway when a large hand rested on his shoulder.
Eye twitching, he stopped and turned around slowly.
"What do you want, Yata?" he snapped irritably.
"That's Yata-sensei to you, gaki!" yelled Pi from behind Yata angrily, but Yata calmed her down with one raised hand.
"Misaki-kun, I have one other task for you," said the tanned, bald man calmly, face set in an impassively happy mask.
"Cleaning out the gym by myself wasn't enough?" growled Haseo, jerking his shoulder out of Yata's grip.
The corners of Yata's lips rose a little. "About that; you did quite an impressive job, Misaki-kun. But to answer you question, yes, it was enough work given to you, but this other task is not so hard."
Haseo scowled. "If it was enough, then I don't have to do this other task."
Yata's smile turned into a pained grimace. "I don't think you have a choice, Misaki-kun. This is a request from one of the students. As a part of the School-Do-It-Alls (8), you are obligated to carry out the request."
Haseo's eye twitched again, much more violently than last time. "… Why can't one of the others do it?"
"They're all busy with decorating the gymnasium for the dance. You are the only one who is unoccupied."
Another twitch. "Hn."
"Misaki-kun?"
A low growl. "… What's the request?" ground out the ebonette with grudging acceptance.
Yata's grimace turned back to his normal impassive expression. "It is in an envelope attached to a paper bag in the teacher's lounge. I was told to give it to you on Friday. I do not know the details, but I believe it has something to do with the dance this Saturday."
Haseo nodded stiffly. "Fine. When should I pick it up?"
"I will give it to you after school on Friday, of course. I'll see you outside the teacher's lounge."
Another stiff nod and Haseo glared at Yata. "Is that all, then?"
Yata nodded briefly. "You may go."
Grunting, Haseo finally left. Outside in the halls, he muttered darkly to himself about stupid, manipulative bald bastards as he made his way out of the building. When he reached outside, a strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him aside, pressing him against a hard chest and Haseo stiffened and tried to push away quickly.
"Where were you?"
Haseo relaxed at the familiar smooth voice and looked up to see Skeith peering down at him expectantly.
"Meeting," muttered Haseo, blushing when he noticed their close proximity. "The dance is on Saturday. I'm part of the committee."
Skeith nodded once before kissing Haseo and pulling him close. Haseo blushed even deeper and closed his eyes, but Skeith didn't deepen the kiss and instead pulled him away.
"Come on. It's already late," said Skeith and Haseo blinked as he found himself half-dragged, half-led down the steps of the school and towards the parking lot.
Haseo gaped when Skeith stopped in front of a large black motorcycle that stood proud in all its ebony shine in the parking lot, its equally-black leather seat glinting in the afternoon sun. Haseo was by far no expert on bikes (hell, he'd never even been this close to one, not even in other parking lots; he had an irrational fear of the roaring monstrosities, but don't tell anyone that!), but even he could tell this was one of those too-cool-to-be-true bikes that most of the muscle-heads on the football team could never even dream of owning.
When Skeith casually slipped on a black helmet and straddled the bike easily, Haseo took a step back and rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.
"Err… Maybe I should just take the bus," he said lamely, eyeing the bike warily.
Skeith turned his helmeted head to Haseo and the ebonette fought down an embarrassed blush when he saw the raised brow just barely visible through the narrow clear plastic of the helmet.
"I just…," he struggled to come up with a good excuse why he thought that placing his life in the handlebars of the beast before made shivers run up and down his spine and sighed when none came. "I don't like bikes, 'kay?" he murmured instead, bowing his head to glare at the ground as the blush won the fight against his dignity.
A deep laugh sounded from Skeith and Haseo blushed harder. A hand grabbed his chin gently and lifted his head up so that he was looking into clear crimson eyes and he suddenly forgot all about his embarrassment and found himself sinking into the depths of the enchanting red orbs directed at him.
"I won't let anything happen to you," assured Skeith, and Haseo would've probably jumped off a cliff if the silver-haired teen had asked him to at that point.
But when Skeith released his chin and pulled him closer by the arm, Haseo suddenly felt a foreboding feeling settling deep in the pit of his stomach as he climbed onto the bike behind the silver-haired teen. Immediately, his arms wound themselves around the other teen's waist tightly and Haseo blushed again.
"Where do you live?"
Haseo leaned against Skeith's back and closed his eyes, telling Skeith his address as though reading it out loud from a book.
Skeith nodded slightly, and Haseo heard the metallic clanking of keys before he both felt and heard the bike roar to life, the seat buzzing slightly under him. The distinct vibrations were strangely comforting and eased the ebonette's apprehension slightly.
A second later, they were off, and though Haseo still couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, he found himself enjoying the wind rushing though his hair (though it was annoying and slightly painful how his long bangs kept slapping against his cheeks) and brushing against his bare arms. The sharp tinge to it was quite pleasant, too, and reminded him a little vaguely of how it felt when Skeith had entered him not four hours ago in the infirmary.
This memory eventually brought on more thoughts of what else they'd done and Haseo blushed and tried to keep his hormones down. No way was he getting an erection on Skeith's bike with Skeith right in front of him like this, and so close and warm and…
Fuck. Why me…?
Thankfully, his apartment wasn't that far away, and it wasn't long until he felt Skeith slow down. When they pulled to a complete stop, Haseo immediately jumped off and stumbled in his rush. His face was flushed and he nervously looked around at anything but Skeith.
"Anou… I guess… See you tomorrow?" he stuttered, chancing a glance at the sliver-haired teen's face.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw the small crinkles around the edges of Skeith's crimson eyes, an obvious sign that he was smirking.
"Yea," said the silver-haired teen, clearly amused. "Sure. Meet me at the roof top at first break."
Haseo nodded furiously and turned to run into his apartment building when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. A hard chest met his back and Haseo gasped slightly, both in surprise and at the warmth emitting from the other's body.
"Don't forget; you're mine," whispered Skeith through his helmet and before Haseo could react, he was gently shoved back and Skeith was already roaring off on his bike.
Haseo stumbled forward and blinked after the silver-haired teen, only moving when two women, who had apparently been watching the whole exchange, giggled and muttered something sounding suspiciously like 'kawaii', which made the ebonette blush and growl lowly in his throat.
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Tbc…
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Reference:
(1) Naoya Sakai- This isn't an OC. In fact, it's IYOTEN's real life name and since he PKed Haseo (the fucking bastard!!), I thought it was fitting for him to be a bully in this! His part is pretty much minor, anyway, despite the long description of him… I think I got carried away… XD Oh well…
(2) Tatsumi Hori- This is also not an OC and is IYOTEN's partner, Asta. Asta is a guy in real life, and I thought, what the heck, since he's so frail-looking in the World, why not be some pretty boy play boy? XD I know, my logic is pretty much fucked up, but that's me! XD. Anyway, like IYOTEN, he's not playing much of a big role.
(3) Misaki- Haseo's last name in real life. His full name is Ryou Misaki. And on a side note, yes, I know some of you might be complaining right now that Haseo's real life hair is BROWN and not BLACK, but my first impression of him was as an ebony-haired teen, so please just bear with me, kay? Besides; black-haired bishies are WAY hotter than brown or any other color… ;3
(4) Second stream- I don't know about you guys, but in some schools, there are two streams when it comes to high schools; the first and the second. There aren't many differences between these two only that the first streamers have to take Add. Math (Additional Mathematics) and other more technical subjects while the second are concentrated more to literary studies. So… I guess you could say Skeith is a poet at heart in this two-shot! XD
(5 ) (too long to be copied here as an example, sorry)- Lolz. My teacher actually said this out loud once when she got irritated 'cos most of the class still weren't in yet, and I think a trainee teacher DID get traumatized by two guys who were in a compromising position in a classroom (unfortunately, it was just an accident and they weren't really doing anything… (sigh) how disappointing… XD) once, and I couldn't help but put it in.
(6) TIC- Teacher-in-charge
(7) masked ballroom dancing- KYA! Haseo goes to a famous private school, so I thought that since it's a PRIVATE school, then dances with this kind of themes aren't that rare, ne? Besides, I LOVE masked balls! So cool! XD
(8) School-Do-It-Alls- … (dies of laughing too hard) Oh god… LMAO… I couldn't help myself… Okay, anyway, for those of you who have never watched Sukisyo (GO WATCH!! IT'S AWESOME!!) and are completely clueless about why I find this so funny, this is actually a club in the anime (Sukisyo) formed by the main characters, a (crazy) blonde teen and two of his friends (who were actually conned into joining, honestly XD). It's sorta like a jack-of-all-trades thing where the members of the club take requests from students to do stuff and they do it (like washing clothes, or paint fences, whatever). Plus, they get paid. Anyway, I didn't just include this here in the story for the laughs (although, laughing IS good… XD), It's also part of the 'plot' of this story. It's the main reason why Haseo's cross-dressing in the next chapter! Heehee! If any of you guys can figure it out, then kudos to you!!!
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Kaeru: KYA!! Lolz. Damn, this was longer than I thought! XD Lolz. Oh well. I guess that's supposed to be a good thing, ne? Anywho, please review and tell me what you think! I know I kinda made Haseo all OOC and whatnot with all the blushing, but what can I say? I LOVE a blush-y Haseo!!! He's sooo kawaii ;3!!! (squeals and runs off to hunt for chibi-Haseo plushies)
