Personally I could see Chrona as either gender...In the manga they made the fem thing work and in the anime they managed to make the boy thing more believeable...
I had to flip a coin to see what to make him for this, and it came up tails so... boy.
Also...I'm going to call it Death City or I'm just gunna end up spelling it wrong every time *sweatdrop*
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And even if I did, you still wouldn't know Chrona's gender cuz I'm evil like that! Bwahahahaha! btw: yaoi in this...don't like, don't read...
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Stein POV
It was a relief to finally have things back to normal after Asura was defeated. (Well...as normal as things can be in Death City.) After we rebuilt everything-and made it back to our original location-classes went on as normal and missions resumed. I was even able to get back to teaching. Since the madness left me I was able to focus on what really mattered...
My research.
Actually...there was one thing that was still hanging over my head: Chrona.
Ever since I had to rescue Maka from him, he's been there lurking in the back of my mind. It only got worse when he was enrolled as a student. I wanted to dissect him...Inpect the black blood. As much as I hated Medusa, her research really was facinating. Still, it wasn't the first time that I had wanted to experiment with a human subject, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. What really caught me off gaurd was it became a little more than that.
When he was expelled from the Academy, I thought that maybe it would be good because I could focus on my lectures and not him, sitting beside Maka and trying in a futile effort to keep up with what I was teaching. Instead, my interest seemed to perk a bit. I'd roll down the halls (literally) and end up stopping in random places because I hear Maka or one of her friends mention his name or I saw him in the library. (Just because he couldn't attend classes, he still lived at the school and it's not against the law to learn on your own.)
It was confusing. Why was I so interested in that boy? Because he was the son of a witch? Because his blood was black?
Days passed by, weeks, then months...Still, I'd look to where he used to sit, hoping he'd walk in one day and I could keep a watchful eye on him.
When I had spoken to Spirit about it (you know, because Marie left), he suggested that maybe I was experencing paranioa because I didn't want Chrona to do anything like when he put that snake in Marie's coffee. I nodded a bit and wound my screw, but I don't think that was right. Chrona didn't scare me or make me nervous...He just caught my attention the way no one else has before.
The only contact I had really had with him since we killed Medusa was when I gave him a sort of sedative to take to keep Ragnorak out of his hair so that he'd be able to eat and rest in peace without that blob abusing him.
Eventually, the suspense was too much.
It was Friday, and I had just finished grading papers. I leaned back in my chair, winding my screw and looking up the many empty seat, focusing on one in particular. That was when an idea occured to me. It was Friday, and Maka was gone on a mission so Chrona had nothing to do...might as well go see what he's up to and try and see why I have this monkey on my chest.
It was quiet. I think I was one of the few people left in the school, the only sound being my footsteps as I made my way to Chrona's room downstairs until I was standing in front of his door. It was different than the one he had before. Shinigami-sama decided it would do no good to treat him like a prisoner anymore.
I sighed and knocked a few times. "Hey, Chrona, it's Stein. Mind if we talk?"
"..." Nothing.
I frowned and tried again. "Chrona, you in there?'
"..." Weird...he usually didn't go anywhere unless it was with Maka.
I shrugged and let myself in, suprised to see an empty room until I heard water running. 'Oh, he's just in the shower...' I debated on whether I should leave or not until I saw that his nightgown (yeah, a nightgown...) was folded on the desk beside me. 'If he just comes out naked to me sitting here, he'll never make eye contact with me again...' As I turned to leave, I felt my foot hit something. 'Oh, his dirty clothes...I never figured him the type to just throw them on the floor...Then again, if he's not expecting company, no reason to keep the place tidy, right?' I kicked them off to the side carelessly, then realized I unearthed something.
Black panties.
I felt a light blush come onto my face and I was appalled that I'd have such a reaction. It wasn't like this was the first time I saw a girl's-or in this case, a boy's-panties,
and I'm sure it wouldn't be the last. I had gotten used to the sight after years off...encounters. So why the hell was my blood rushing like this? I composed myself as best I could and picked them up. I'd heard of boys wearing girl's underwear, but I had never met a boy that did...Then again, his dress was so tight it left little to the imagination. It hugged his skin, showing off those feminine curves...
Ah hell!
All of this was starting to get me excited. I never should have come down here! I had to leave!
But wait...What if I go out there, and I run into someone? What if I ran into Shinigami-sama, or god forbid his son! What if they noticed my...problem? I would never be able to show my face here again! Which meant I had to...
...take care of it.
I looked over at the bathroom door. I had no idea how long Chrona would be in there, or how long he'd take...but I had an opening and I was going to take it.
I know; I'm disguting. But the quicker this is over with the less likely it is that I'll be caught, right?
Listening close for Chrona, I unzipped and was suprised to see that I was already hard and throbbing. I swiped my thumb over the head of my cock and made a low noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. Precum was already leaking from the tip, all because I thought of Chrona and that smooth, curvy body. I began to pump myself hard and fast. I needed to do this quickly or I'd be caught. Somehow though, that just seemed an added rush. I tried to keep quiet, panting softly as I pumped faster and harder with one hand while using the other to prop me up on the desk. I was beginning to sweat, but I figured better to be seen sweaty then...
aroused. I felt myself getting closer and closer, not really fueled by anything but the desire to not get caught. As I came with a sudden groan though, my thoughts were centered on Chrona.
Caching my breath, my vision started clearing and I looked down to 'see the damage' so to speak. Of course what I saw made me instantly regret ever coming down here: I just came all over Chrona's panties. I didn't even remember using them...
"Professor?" Shit!
I turned to be sure that I was just imagining things, only to see Chrona standing there, his towel covering his whole form, like he was some kind of girl. As deep in shit as I was already, I found myself disappointed that he had covered up so much. His pink hair was wet, dripping down his shoulders and trailing down to the plush white towel. His legs looked smooth and inviting. I could feel myself getting hard again. "Hey, Chrona." What a dull response...
Chrona was blushing darkly, sudden realizing the situation he was in, while still pretty clueless to my own. "Wh-what brings you all the way down here?" He was figeting, looking at the floor. He obviously wanted nothing more than to be wearing clothes at that moment, looking at both his nightgown and his dress on the floor. That was when he realized his clothes were moved. "Did you...go through my clothes?"
"Uhh...no, not really," It wasn't a total lie, right?
Chrona looked back up at me, and suddenly his eyes widened and his face turned red. When I fallowed his gaze, I realized that I had just been caught. Ah, hell.
"PERVERT!" He screamed, swipping his panties back from me, but quickly dropping them when he felt that they were sticky. Then of course, his eyes stray and he sees my cock is still exposed through my unzipped pants.
The room was overtaken by thick silence. As akward as it was for me, to be caught jacking off into one of my former student's panties, I'm sure it was much worse for him. For one, Chrona was never exposed to anything sexually. His mother sheltered him, not out of love, but out of embarrassment. Second, he was naked. All he was going to do was have a nice shower and relax, and now that was ruined. And Chrona never allowed himself to relax and have a moment of peace. Now he may never will again. Third, I used to be his teacher. I think I actually felt worse for him than I did for me.
"Listen, Chrona, I'm-" I was cut off letting out a loud hiss as he took a hand and wrapped it around my cock. I had no idea what he was doing...I was just watching him. He pulled his hand back and looked at it curiously, comparing it to the hand he used to grap his panies back from me. I became a little curious. I knew he had never been exposed to sex but surely he had done something to himself, right?
"What is this?" He asked, still looking at his hands. I guess he hadn't...
"That's semen, Chrona." Hey, I'm a scientist. I'm the literal type.
"What does it do?" He seemed to have forgotten his position in his curiousity, opening and closing his hands as the sticky substance began to stiffen.
I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the face that my cock was throbbing again. "It usually goes into a woman to help her have a child," I tried to explain. I had no idea if Medusa told him much, but surely she would of at least explained that she owned him because he came out of her.
"How...did you get it on you?"
This was uncomfortable. "Chrona, all men make this...Haven't you ever...touched yourself?"
"I...grab my arm a lot?" Oh dear god, this was hopeless.
"No, Chrona," I sighed. Maybe it was because he was so exposed, or because my mind was clouded...Whatever the reason, I pulled his towel from him and led his hand to his own cock. "Have you ever touched yourself here?"
His whole body was shaking a bit, his face returning to the cute red. His hands stiffened, his fingered splayed out. Being like that, he wasn't really holding his cock anymore but it was obvious that the touch got a reaction. "N-no! Never!" He exclaimed, clenching his eyes shut and turning his head away from me. I smiled a bit. His innocence was so cute. So unlike his mother, sho just twisted and seduced people to get what she wanted.
"You've never done this?" I closed his hand around his cock, using my own to lead him in his pumping. He shivered, not only because of the contact, but because his hand was slick from my own cum. He just bit his lip and tried not to make any noise, shaking. I took in everything. I knew that he had curves and plae skin, but to see them all exposed, to be able to touch him like this...I knew that other than maybe Medusa or Ragnorak, I was the only one to ever see him like this, and I was certainly the only one to ever touch him like this.
I smiled and picked him up bridal style to his bed, plopping him down and taking a seat next to him as he tried to cover himself in some way, finally setteling for a pillow. He was watching me closely, like some terrified animal. I should have felt guilty, like I did only a moment ago, but he really started it be grabbing my cock. "Chrona, tell me, did you enjoy that?"
He bit his lip and looked down to avoid eye contact.
"Chrona, it's okay to enjoy it. If it was unpleasant, no one would do it." I waited for him to look up at me. When he did, he looked like he believed that I was being rational enough. Course then he began to shudder visibly. "Are you cold?"
His gaze flew all over the room, nervous. "N-no...i-it's too hott..."
I smirked and grabbed at one of his ankels to pull him towards me. He fell back and I pulled the pillow away from him, placing it over his head. No wonder he felt "too hott"...just a little teasing and he was hard. I held onto his hardened member and pumped him again, a little faster this time. He whimpered and covered his face in some maidenly effort to hide himself. I smiled and rubbed the head with my thumb making him arch his back and let out a loud moan.
"Professor!" He was panting now.
"What is it, Chrona?" I loved seeing him like this. He was so far gone, caught up in lust that he completely forgot all of his insecurities and just gave in.
He squirmed as I pumped him harder and faster, moaning and gasping freely. "Please," he whimpered. He was clutching the quilt under us and his toes were curling.
"I can't handle it!"
"Actually, that's me handling it," I was never any good at telling jokes, I guess.
Seeing Chrona under me lost in pleasure, moaning and squirming...it was amazingly satisfying in a way. To know that I was the one making him open his shell in such an intimate situation...To know that all those sounds were for me...I couldn't resist anymore. I leaned down and kissed him hard, catching him off gaurd, but rather than flailing under me to get away like I thought he would, he threw his arms around my neck and kissed me back, shuddering violently as he arched his back and came hard into my hand. I pulled back and he collasped back onto the bed, trembling in the afterglow. He was still panting and if I had any experience of being an actual gentleman, I would have just cleaned him up and left once he calmed down.
But I'm a selfish man, and I still had my own desires to satisfy.
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i was going to work on a second chapter, but there's no point in doing that yet if no one reads this one and likes it enough lmao
so plz review so i know if i should write more or not