Title: Something Crazier
Series: Uta No Prince-Sama
Summary: {Direct Sequel to Something Crazy; Mild Prequel to For the Love Of… and Challenge Accepted} The second cold war is finally coming to a close, Syo deciding to forgive Natsuki 'and' Satsuki for their harsh treatment. While Syo is planning the seduction of a lifetime, Natsuki is coming to the slow realization that he might not be the only person in his mind.
Rating: NC17
Genre: Porn With Plot XP
Pairings: Satsuki/Natsuki/Syo

Author's Note: I had an anonymous request for a sequel to Something Crazy, so here you go! There's going to be one more after this!

Disclaimer: This is being written for the sheer enjoyment of writing, I make no profit other than the fan's enjoyment of it

…

It was a few days after the whole 'control' debacle, and Syo's pride was finally returning to a regular size, no longer swollen from the horrid beating it had taken at Satsuki's hands. His huffing attitude, pouting faces and overall sulking were winding to a close, and he was about ready to get pounded into the mattress again.

So Satsuki wasn't going to let him control their sex life? Yeah… that was a surprise.

Blowing his bangs out of his eyes with a sigh, he opened the door to his closet and looked through his clothes, thinking of the best way he could crack the ice that he'd made over the past seventy two hours.

He'd already had to re-paint his nails after ripping all the tape he'd laid down to separate their lives, so that meant that he should probably go with something… nicer, or classier, or maybe pretty—oh, no.

OH COME ON! Even his brain was turning against him!

Still… if this was an apology…

…

Natsuki drifted in a cloud of confusion. Syo-chan was furiously angry at him, for reasons he was unable to conceive. He'd been walking around with handcuffs attached to his wrists for a day and a half (until people seemed to realize that they weren't just really awesome bracelets, at which point Hyuya-sensei awkwardly removed them), and to make matters worse…

He sucked in a breath as the way he moved light rubbed against his manhood, and he paused until he pain ebbed slightly.

Just what the heck 'happened' that night?

All he could recall was being chained to the headboard, having his beautiful little Syo-chan throw a tantrum (as normal), and then… Syo removed himself from the bed… and… and…?

'Something' must have happened after that, but it was like there was this great cavern in his mind.

Rubbing his temples, he thought back, trying to think of any other occasions such as this, and was mildly alarmed when a number of them came to being.

"Hey, Shinomiya-san… are you okay?" Otoya asked after class one day, when Natsuki lingered around the classrooms – it wasn't like Syo was going to take the ban off their room anytime soon, the last time he'd seen the blond boy (other than sleeping), Syo had cast him the most evil 'Death Glare' Natsuki had ever seen.

"I-I think so…" Natsuki commented, his headache rising the more he tried to think of those odd blank spots.

"Is everything okay with you and Syo-kun?" Otoya pressed, his gentle smile and concerned words inspiring the need to glomp, but Natsuki's head was hurting far too much to embrace his base urges at the moment.

Natsuki frowned, remembering that odd video from few months ago, the one that everyone claimed he was so astounding in… but…

"Otoya-kun… there was something on television I was on, wasn't there?" Natsuki asked, his face twisted in absolute confusion.

"A-ah! Right! That time at the HAYATO concert! You were 'really' amazing!" Otoya cheered, and Natsuki thought back to that day.

There were a lot of blank spots.

"Do you… do you have a copy of it?" Natsuki asked, turning to Otoya with determination in his eyes. Maybe watching the video could fill some of these spots?

"Eh… I don't think so, but I'm sure I could find it on the internet…?" Otoya offered, and Natsuki offered him a tight smile, nodding as little as possible so as to not irritate his headache.

…

Syo finished the last touches in the mirror and scowled at himself.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he stated as he strapped the Mary Janes over his white and black striped thigh-highs.

"I… I can't believe I'm doing this…" he said again, looking at himself with the wig… and the make up… and the dress… and… and…

His face turned crimson and he splashed the mirror with water, fleeing from his reflection in desperation.

Natsuki had brought this dress for him 'years' ago. It proved how much life hated him that he could still wear it… and how stealthy Natsuki was that the stupid thing was still in his closet, even though he could have sworn that he'd ripped it to shreds.

Now… he took a deep breath.

This 'was' an apology, and given that it wasn't 'just' to Natsuki (who would probably have been pleased with just a naked-Syo and a 'sorry'), he would need something bigger. Denying Satsuki this long meant that he'd probably have to be on crutches for the next few days, so he'd need to make sure to take care that he wouldn't get hurt… and that worked to his favour.

The shorter Satsuki had to wait for Syo to get his shit together, the faster they could start fucking and the happier Satsuki would be in the end… not to mention that Natsuki probably wouldn't mind it, either.

…

Natsuki sat in one of the many boy's bathrooms in the school, far in the practice rooms, where no one was right now. It was nearing curfew, and even if he left now, he'd probably be late. Syo was probably concerned, even if they weren't talking.

Still… this wasn't something he could just leave anymore.

That video, the glasses… his personality, what he'd almost done to Haru-chan.

"What's going on?" he asked his reflection, gently taking hold of his glasses and pushing them slightly down his nose, so that he was looking at himself not through the glass.

"Hello, Natsuki," his mouth said in a voice that was his, but not his, and his eyes widened.

"H-hello?" he answered back, astonished.

The voice chuckled, and Natsuki felt a shiver run down his spine.

Something told him he was about to get 'all' the answers he could ever ask for, and perhaps a few more that he didn't.

…

Syo was getting impatient. He'd been ready for an hour or two now, as in, trying not to come ready for an hour or two. He blushed again at the predicament that he'd gotten himself in to – hands tied in front of his body with a pair of wrist-to-elbow gloves that Satsuki favoured, and a particularly uncomfortable buzzing feeling in his hind.

Okay… perhaps uncomfortable was the wrong word. It was only uncomfortable when he didn't allow the plastic device to hit his prostrate, as he'd already almost come about three times, and with his arms the way they were, there was absolutely 'no' way he was going to be able to put a ring on himself.

"Oh, foresight… where were you when I got myself into this?" Syo bemoaned, shifting and sighing as the dildo came in contact with his prostrate again.

He was sitting on his bed, legs splayed nicely with the skirt arranged around his stocking-clad thighs, exposing a line of thigh there that he knew would be tempting to them both.

"Come on, bastard… where are you?" he sighed, gasping and jerking his hips on the dildo once more, trying not to drive himself too crazy, but also not wanting to make it painful, either.

He looked at the clock and noted that it was well after curfew. His frown deepened and his worry started rising twelve fold. Did Satsuki get out, or something?

He was so intent on the clock and worrying his bottom lip, that the opening of their dorm room door nearly startled him to death.

He grit his teeth, about to give Natsuki a piece of his mind, but then took a deep breath and put a smile on his face. This was supposed to be seduction. He could ream Natsuki out later.

"N-Natsuki…" he called in his softest, most girlish voice.

…

His head was splitting, the pain like lightning as he made it back to his dorm room, pausing outside with his head in his hands.

He'd talked to his 'other self' for nearly an hour and a half, but there were still plenty of pockets in his memories to discuss. They'd gone over a few recent things, a few 'really' old things, and even the concept of Syo, and how Syo knew about 'everything' and had been keeping him 'safe' over the past few years.

It was nearly inconceivable, but it wasn't like he could deny the absolute proof that was his own reflection talking completely independently of his own mind.

He shuddered at the memory, but steeled himself in reality. This was happening, and he would need to deal with it, if not for himself, than for Syo-chan.

Standing up, he opened the door, pleased that the headache seemed to be receding.

The first thing he noticed was the lack of tape, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Had Syo finally forgiven him for what happened that night?

"N-Natsuki…" Syo called in a voice that would have made him hard in a second, if being hard didn't hurt so horrifically at the moment, as it was, his cock attempted to rise, but was sorely punished for its efforts.

Hissing in pain, he turned to see something that made him hard regardless of pain.

Syo was spread back on the bed, long blond wig surrounding his cute face, eyes wide and pleading, lips open and just 'begging' to be filled. Syo's arms were laced from elbow to wrist in one of the long cuffs that he couldn't recall purchasing, although… with recent evidence, and also the pleased feeling coming from the back of his mind, he supposed that that made a bit more sense.

His most precious person's body was covered – barely – in a lacy, frilly version of Alice's dress, his pale, smooth (he'd shaved!), legs encased in black and white stockings, the garter he was wearing was barely visible through the froth of the petticoats, leaving the flash of thigh to make his stomach tighten and his resolve crumble.

When Syo knew that he had Natsuki's undivided attention, the little minx spread his legs, revealing the pair of Mary Janes that went with the costume on his feet, and also giving Natsuki a view of the vibrator buried inside a place he would sell his soul to enter.

He knew his jaw was on the ground, he knew that his body was screaming in pain, and he knew that he'd deal with all the pain in the world if it meant seeing Syo like this for the rest of his life.

Words couldn't express his feelings, so he stumbled forward, his hands fluttering over the picture of perfection before him.

"C-can… I…?" Natsuki asked, his hands twitching more.

"No pictures," Syo's eyes narrowed.

"A-ah…" Natsuki gasped, wishing that wasn't the case, as he would hardly be able to indulge his beautiful partner properly at the moment, and while he doubted the memories of this moment would ever fade, he still wished that there was more tangible proof.

"I've been waiting for you," Syo said, his voice returning to the high, breathy quality it had held before Natsuki had hinted towards his camera. "It feels so good… but you feel better. Can you make me feel better?"

Was it possible to love somebody too much? Was it possible for one's heart to implode out of sheer improbable happiness? Natsuki could feel his other half in his head, now that the headache was ebbing, and the other side of his personality was just as thrown, but three times as hungry for it.

Natsuki took a breath and listened to the voice in his head, the one telling him that, just because they couldn't fuck him, didn't mean that they couldn't play with him.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded mentally to… er… himself, he supposed?

"Don't worry, Alice-chan… I'll make sure that your trip down the rabbit hole is enjoyable," Natsuki promised, wishing that he knew where his pair of bunny-ears went, but he had a feeling that he'd put them on Syo and they'd been torn apart. Mores the pity.

'I wouldn't wear fucking bunny ears, anyway,' the voice in his head stated, and it was testament to how used to this he was becoming that Natsuki didn't even flinch.

Taking one final look at Syo's perfection, he moved in to touch it. His hands pushed aside the skirt and Syo spread his legs again, obviously expecting Natsuki to just move in for the kill… and wouldn't he love to?

"Syo-chan…" Natsuki whispered, kissing the boy's stock-clad knee, feeling the tremors moving through Syo's body. He moved up, gently tugging the top of the stocking down and kissing the flesh there, disconnecting the garter in the process. "Syo-chan tastes so good."

"Ah!" Syo gasped as Natsuki kissed his cock lightly, and then made a garbled moaning noise as Natsuki licked him from base to tip, gently nuzzling the organ before taking it into his mouth. "N-Natsuki!"

Pleased that Syo was already so far gone, Natsuki used his free hand to grab the vibrator in his beloved's rear, gently thrusting it in and out of Syo's well-stretched ass.

He pulled off Syo's cock for a second to just watch the plastic object push in and out of that tight, wet heat.

Fuck… how he wished he could be inside that right now.

"Na-Natsuki! Please!" Syo begged, tears in his eyes as he struggled against the bonds he'd put himself into.

The voice in his head was 'very' pleased, almost purring against his mind, wishing that he could fuck the boy silly, or mark him, or just make him writhe.

Sharing in the sentiment, Natsuki reattached himself to Syo's erection, playing with the spongy head for a few seconds before moving down.

While he was nothing compared to his lover at giving head, he'd like to think that he was good enough to drive Syo insane if he tried hard enough, and sure enough, Syo was desperately attempting to buck into his mouth while grinding against the vibrator in his ass soon enough.

The boy was so far gone that all he seemed capable of was calling out Natsuki's name breathlessly on repeat, over and over again in different inflections.

Syo was thrashing so badly that the wig was falling off, the fake hair turning into a massive rat's nest that would take just shy of forever to brush out – he might be better off just getting a different one – but it was worth it for the ultimate pleasure that was on Syo's face.

"So close! Please, I want you inside me!" Syo begged, and Natsuki flinched at the very idea. No… not for all of Syo's promises in the world would he enter his beloved at the moment. "PLEASE!"

Natsuki felt horrible, denying Syo like this, but a quick maneuver with his tongue and the proper application of the vibrator had Syo coming like a fountain regardless, the thick, ropey shots entering his mouth to be swallowed greedily. He removed the vibrator before it became too much, although his darker half was encouraging leaving it inside, torturing the other boy with it until he cried. Natsuki didn't wish to do that when he couldn't go through with the torture, feeling it unfair to all involved.

"So beautiful," Natsuki praised, crawling up the bed and snatching the wig, tossing it off somewhere in the room. He ran his hands through Syo's short hair, tilting the boy's head up so he could kiss him, allowing Syo to pull back far before he was done. The boy had a petulant look to his tired face.

"Why didn't you fuck me?" Syo asked, sulky, but satisfied.

"I wanted to taste you," Natsuki said, not entirely sure why he didn't just tell Syo the truth… perhaps it was due to his darker side's impulse, saying that he had 'plans', and as much as Natsuki was mildly afraid of said darker half, he was also curious to see what those plans contained.

"Hn," Syo mumbled, curling into Natsuki's body, trying to place his leg between Natsuki's.

"Ah, no," Natsuki said, steering the leg so that it was over both of his and Natsuki's stomach was resting against Syo's crotch.

"Are you sure… you didn't… come…?" Syo asked, even as the boy was slipping into unconsciousness.

"I'll be fine," Natsuki promised, kissing Syo's forehead and holding the smaller boy tightly.