Foreword: The following is a Chronicles of the Fallen/Coming of the Seraph crossover AU piece. This is a simple juxtaposition of Mitsuki, a genderbent version of Miharu - OC of HaloRecoil's Coming of the Seraph series - and Nemaelle, OC of my heartfic Chronicles of the Fallen. Placing them and their storylines parallel to each other.
Another notable deviation from the CotF canon storyline – In this AU, Nema was never assaulted at age 12. She is, therefore, completely inexperienced and considers herself – is considered by all others – to be virgin. A note that wouldn't necessarily be a huge feature, if it weren't for the content ahead.
At some point in the future, this AU is going to hit a fork in the road, if you will. At that point, it will split into two different endings, which the readership will have to report to my profile in order to locate each of them. I am aware this is 'choose your own adventure'ish, so I guess this is me taking that risk.
Two Paths
He Tasted of Vanilla Coke and Cigarettes
By: Brenli
Mitsuki was itching for a cigarette.
He figured it would've done him a world of good to light up. Today was way more stressful than it ought to have been... Shitty thing, though. Can't really smoke while you're in detention.
The desk creaked under the weight of his elbow as he leaned forward and stared at the clock ticking relentlessly over his head. A half hour to go... The thumping of the heel of a shoe against the floor matched each mechanical tick perfectly, and his dark eyes slipped to the right, looking at Nema from the corner of his eye.
Ivory arms crossed. Snowy hair still mussed. Glaring out of the window. Gloss shimmering on her scowling lips, red like cherries glistening in the summer sun. Jesus Christ. They looked edible...
He dropped his cell phone onto the desk, his long, nimble fingers tapping in carefree strokes on the touch screen as he texted her.
'You still pissed?'
Nema jumped as her phone chimed, and the faculty member overseeing them delivered a sharp glare. Nema made a big show out of not answering it, just long enough for the teacher to return to reading some fishing magazine. She made sure to put her phone on silent before checking the message, and as soon as her ruby eyes read it, she turned and gave Mitsuki a wide-eyed, exasperated glare.
Mitsuki couldn't help but grin. Why was it so amusing when she got huffy? His phone vibrated shortly on the desk, and he checked her reply.
'YES I'M STILL PISSED.'
'Oooooo, all caps.'
'YOU ARE DUMB.'
Mitsuki chuckled and could practically feel the heat of Nema's anger rolling off of her and suffocating him. Okay, okay. Time to be serious. 'I tried to stop her.'
'I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.'
It was Mitsuki's turn to send Nema a glare. 'Could you stop with the all caps?' He mouthed to her.
A beat of time passed, and suddenly Nema's pale fingers were flying over the keys on her phone. Oh boy... she was going to send him another one of her essays.
'So I thought Nanako was like, a fuck buddy or whatever, 'cause don't you have like 342534676 of those? That's what you said she was. Another one of your MILLIONS OF BOOTY CALLS. And maybe I'm just like, really stupid or something, but I thought that fuck buddies weren't exclusive and they KNOW that so like, nobody is supposed to get jealous? So why did Nanako try to pull my hair out today? I just really want to know. Like did you guys BECOME exclusive and now I'm not allowed to be your ugly friend or is she having a psychotic break and I'm collateral damage because WOW SO NOT INTERESTED IN BEING A PART OF YOUR DRAMA MITSU-KUN. LIKE AT ALL. ALL CAPS FUCKING EVERYWHERE AND YOU CAN DEAL WITH IT NOW.'
Mitsuki stared at the message, so long that his phone had delivered it to him cut up into two chunks. And he stared and stared and stared... 'Yay, you're still calling me Mitsu-kun!'
'YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE.'
He sighed and began sending her several texts, one right after the other. '1.) I have 10 people I hook up with, you know that.'
'2.) Your definition of 'fuck buddy' is correct. Nanako was in the wrong to be jealous.'
'3.) Nanako and I are NOT exclusive. After what she did to you I wouldn't even ENTERTAIN that idea holy FUCK. She'd probably slash my tires or some shit.'
'4.) I don't want you to be a part of my drama either.'
'5.) You're not stupid and you're DEFINITELY not ugly. How many times do I have to tell you that?'
'6.) I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you. Screaming at me in all caps makes me feel like I can't reason with you. You know that.'
He paused and watched Nema's fingers hover over her phone, unsure of how to respond. So he sent another.
'I really am sorry Nanako picked a fight with you. I wish I'd been there earlier to stop it.'
Finally the tension in Nema's shoulders started to leave. 'Please tell me you're not fucking around with her anymore?'
'No, I'm done with the bitch. Nobody hurts my girl.'
He waited for a response, but didn't receive one until he looked up to meet her eyes. 'I want to talk.' She mouthed to him, and when he merely nodded down to his phone... she reached out, lightning quick, and swatted the back of his head.
"Mudou-san, keep your violence to yourself or you'll be staying here even longer!" The teacher snapped.
Nema quickly reeled herself in, glaring at a small chip in the wood of her desk, when her phone vibrated again.
'The roof.'
†
"Finally...!" Mitsuki sighed, exhaling his long drag of much-needed nicotine.
Nema sat on the slightly-scratchy concrete, hunched over her phone, her thumb lightly hovering over their series of texts. 'Nobody hurts my girl.'...
"So, what are we talking about, Nema?" Mitsuki spoke around his cigarette as he dropped down beside her, leaning back on the palm of his hand as he tucked his lighter away. "You wanna get revenge on Nanako or something?"
"No! I don't want anything to do with Nanako, anymore, ugh!"
A laugh rumbled in his chest as he smiled at his pale friend. "Well hey, at least you did a number on her, right?"
"It's not funny, Mitsuki! It's not like I want to get into fights, but your stupid whores keep getting all...!" In the way. "They're just crazy!"
"Aw, come on, Nem. Nanako was clearly a loose cannon. I should'a known there was something wrong. The sex was too good." He laughed when Nema's milky fists pummeled his arm. "But she's the only one who's been trouble."
Ruby eyes glared at him.
"None of the others care that you're my friend."
… Ruby eyes still glared at him.
His dark brow arched high as he took another drag. "What? It's the truth."
Nema knew it was the truth. Apart from Nanako, none of the others really seemed to give two shits about her. Why should they? All that time he spent with her didn't change the fact that after school he'd choose one, or sometimes two, to bring home or wherever the Hell he wanted to take them. And that was all they wanted and that was all he wanted.
She jumped when Mitsuki leaned over, his fingers closing around a lock of her hair and gently tugging. A friendly gesture, but right now it made her think of her catfight during lunch. Mitsuki seemed to realize that, too, brushing his fingers down that lock, instead. "Nanako really got you shook up, didn't she?"
Nema swatted his hand away. "I don't care about Nanako. You said you were done with her, so why should I care?"
"Then cheer up, Nema...! It's over. Things are going back to normal."
She was afraid of that... Her glossy, cherry-red lips curled into a frown. "... So who am I keeping you from, right now?" It was after school, after all. Surely he had been thinking of who he wanted to get lost in, once they were freed from detention.
But Mitsuki only shrugged, his lips forming an O as he blew out two smoke rings. "I haven't really thought about it. Trying to cheer up my girl is my top priority right now-" Nema snatched his cigarette from between his fingers, flicking it away from them, and he laughed out, "Hey...!"
And then suddenly her pale leg slipped between his, as she rolled over onto her knees.
"Whoa, hey...!" The smile on his face began to falter, and then disappeared altogether, lost in cherry lips pressed onto his.
He tasted of vanilla coke and cigarettes, and Nema found the mixture appealing in a strange, reckless... depraved kind of way... But then he ended the kiss, tearing his mouth away. She was surprised to see he was... panting? Even if only a little bit? "Pick me."
Dark eyes met hers. So strange, to see him actually off-balance for once, but he couldn't help himself. Ever since the day they'd met – funny, hadn't they met on this very roof? – Nema had been practically the opposite of sexual. He'd teased her for it often... Nemaelle, pure like the undriven snow. Whoever said Snow White had hair black as night clearly hadn't met her. But here she suddenly threw herself at him...? "What-"
"Pick me." Her glossy lips were only slightly smudged. "Don't pick your whores. Pick your girl."
Jesus Christ, where was this suddenly coming from? Mitsuki felt a pull inside of himself... the only pull he ever chose to deny. "I can't."
Suddenly her hand caressed him, right between his legs, feeling the telltale straining of the bulge in his pants. "I think you can."
Who was this girl? "Nema, stop." For the first time in all of Mitsuki's memory, he pushed himself away from her, knocking over the bottle of vanilla coke he'd been drinking. "What the Hell has gotten into you?" This wasn't like her...! God knows that if it was, he would have pulled her into the dark warmth of his room months ago. But Nema wasn't like Nanako or Suzumi or any of the rest; she never had been...
Nema blinked and righted his bottle of soda before too much of it would be lost to the concrete. "... I don't know." Her voice was meek and quiet, and what he was used to.
"Nem..." He sighed to her, "Look, I can't do that to you."
The glare came back. "Why?" Her voice was sharp and... rather painful. Hurt.
"Because you're not like them."
"How am I not like them?"
"How are you like them?" Mitsuki retorted. "All those girls, and me, we're just a bunch of hedonists. You know that. You called us that, yourself!" He laughed, "And that's not you. You're not a part of this... craziness. This 'drama.'" He quoted the word she'd used in her angry texts from earlier. "It's not... for you. You'd get eaten alive."
"You underestimate me."
... What? "Nem, no. Listen to yourself."
"I am." Nema's hands planted themselves on either side of his hips. She was between his legs, and this... wow, this was too much for him. He may or may not have dreamt of her like this... "I don't want to be part of your stupid drama with your fuck buddies, and you don't want that for me. So pick me, and ditch the drama..."
No, wait, what exactly was she asking of him? Before he could even begin to find the answer for that, her hand was caressing the straining, uncomfortable bulge in his pants again.
"You usually aren't skittish, Mitsu-kun..."
Mitsuki didn't usually have lily-white virgins grabbing him like they were in charge... "You've never fucked anyone, Nem!"
He scooted back, and she followed him, her hand pulling free the top button of his pants, yanking at the zipper. "You assume I'm going to let you fuck me..."
Well now he was just confused... He watched as Nema pulled his hard, aching length free, watched her as she stared at it, closed her hand around it, and began stroking him. Her touch was tentative, the look on her face some strange mix of virginal wonder... and something dark. Jesus, he thought he'd never live to see the day Nema looked... aroused, needy.
But he couldn't be the one to do this to her. He just... he couldn't be the one. "N... Nem..." His voice was already tight with restraint. How many hands had caressed him like this before, more experienced, more confident, and yet somehow it was Nema's unsure strokes that had him going crazy in record time? How was that...? "Nema please, you don't want this from me..." She may not have realized it, but Mitsuki was so sure that was the truth. He was her shameless slut of a friend. She should be doing this with some good, equally virtuous boy... That's how she deserved this... But a strangled cry left his throat when her grip tightened and her stroking became forceful.
"I. Want. This. From. You." Each word was punctuated by a stroke.
How could a virgin possibly take him over like this? This wasn't normal. Mitsuki was used to laying back and purring through stroking hands, not gasping.
Their eyes met, and the proud smile that slowly crawled over Nema's face... that was when Mitsuki knew that somehow, against all odds, his pure little virginal friend was going to be his undoing. That was when he didn't fight her planting her free hand on the center of his chest and pushing him down against the concrete, straddling his right leg, leaning down to begin raining kisses over his length.
Kisses that became wet, swirling licks that drove him mad...
Licks that disappeared in favor of her lips closing around him and slowly, tentatively descending.
He jumped, head lifting to look down at her. Her eyes met his again, and this time they were unsure, though her mouth was eager and carefully gauging just how much of him she could take in comfortably. A voice in Mitsuki's head started screaming to push her off. That he had no damn right being inside this beautiful – and maddeningly adventurous – girl's mouth...
But his hand gently rested against the crown of her head. "You're fine..." He wasn't even sure what he meant by that. He supposed he meant a lot of things, all at once...
Her eyes had a way of smiling at him in reply, and she continued, her lips slipping along his length, leaving a little ring of red gloss at the furthest length she could go. Little details like those had never stood out to Mitsuki before, but this time, with this girl, those details made all the difference. Suddenly he thought of having her like this again and again, knowing that red ring would eventually travel further down, the more she did this to him... The thought made his head fall back with a groan, made his legs bend up. A sudden cry rumbled in Nema's throat, right through him, as his right thigh had ended up pressed against Nema's core. He could feel it, warm and soft, through his pants...
A million thoughts and dreams of being buried in that warmth and softness come flooding into his brain, paralyzing him as Nema settled in a rhythm over his thigh, pressing, rubbing, sending each responding moan down and around the length of him as she continued gently sucking.
How long were they lying there, Nema taking what she wanted from him, Mitsuki allowing himself to accept that his pure little Snow White had taken him completely and utterly by surprise? He didn't know. He wasn't sure that he cared. Finally the fact that they were on the roof of the school, that they had no where to hide if they were caught – and oh, they could very well get caught – managed to reach him.
Nema would be devastated if they got caught like this...
His head tilted up, and he prepared to push her off, and it was at that exact moment that Nema unleashed a long, wild moan around him, her body quivering and shuddering and desperately writhing against his damn leg... Falling into orgasm on top of him, and pulling him along with her. Mitsuki had tried to push her off, but her pale hands immediately latched on to his, and she...
Mitsuki could only groan as she took him in... swallowing every drop of him. This was madness...
Their bodies relaxed against each other on the concrete roof of their school, Nema's head resting against his stomach. One hand reached out and weakly toyed with the contours of Mitsuki's bottle of vanilla coke, pulling it toward her mouth and sipping... finishing it off. And right when Mitsuki was beginning to wonder if his pure Snow White maybe wasn't as pure as he'd thought, she looked up at him from under snowy lashes, her cheeks pink, and asked quietly, "Did I do good...?"
Mitsuki couldn't help but laugh, though it came out as a tired chuckle. "So good..." Almost disturbingly good. How could she be so innocent and yet so wanting, all at the same time?
Well, if she had an itch that needed to be scratched... Every last hesitation that Mitsuki had – hilarious, Mitsuki with hesitations – disintegrated, and he pulled her higher up on his chest, rolled so that he hovered over her, pulled a condom from his pocket...
She grabbed the little foil packet and tossed it aside... "Don't you remember what I said? You assume..."
Mitsuki's brain scrambled as she slipped out from under him and stood, striding back to her book bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "Nem, you said-"
"I said pick me..." She backed up to the door that would open to the stairwell, leaning against it. She was clearly spent, her hair mussed for more reasons than a catfight. "Pick your girl... and you can have all of her."
Jesus, was this really happening, right now? "Nem-"
"I'm not one of your whores, Mitsu-kun... I'm your girl." Her lips frowned, and she distracted herself by hurriedly reapplying her lip gloss. "So pick me... and treat me like one. No more whores. No more Nanako's. Just... me."
Red eyes met dark ones as Mitsuki stood and fixed up his pants, wearing a small frown.
"It's a big demand, I know."
He sighed. "Don't be bitter-"
"I'm not being bitter." She cut him off, and then paused. "... I am being a little bitter. But it's the truth, so... it's how you are. I just..." Though she had been so powerful, so in control mere moments ago, suddenly she was the fragile girl Mitsuki was used to. Timid, worried... "I know that I can't be like them, that's all... I can't... share, very well. I know in my heart that if I tried... I would be Nanako." She didn't particularly like admitting that, but she had to be honest. "But I wanted to give you something to remember, so... I mean, I know I'm just one girl-"
"Hey." Mitsuki closed the distance between themselves, trying to lighten the mood with a tap to her pale nose. "What you did has been burned into my damn brain, okay?" He smiled, listened to her laugh. "And you're more than just one girl."
Nema's smile was small and crooked on her blushing face. "... Take your time deciding what you pick. You have my number." She opened the door and slipped through it, calling out as she turned with a voice that betrayed nothing of what had just transpired. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mitsu-kun...!"
