Wednesday
Morning: Marui
When Marui arrived at school, Niou was leaning on the wall beside the gate. The redhead frowned. Waitaminute, I can't be that late, right? I got up on time, I ate breakfast and walked here and all that at the usual speed – unless he came early to wait for me? No, that can't be… Yup, can't be… He's Niou Masaharu, who am I kidding? "Why are you so early?" he demanded.
"Waiting for you, of course," replied the trickster. "What did you think, I'd decided to get up early and stone in front of the school gate because I thought it made me look cool?"
"It doesn't," Marui said, puzzled.
"Precisely my point." Niou heaved himself off the wall and walked over to the redhead. When Marui backed away instinctively, he stopped, a grin tugging at his lips. "Relax, princess, I won't bite."
"You don't exactly inspire trust," muttered the redhead, eying him warily. "I mean, in the first place, you never come early. Something's off."
"Well, after all, we are a couple now," the trickster pointed out with extreme patience. "By rights, we should be walking to school together. But I was too lazy to walk to your place, so I compromised by waiting here instead."
And he's the one who was laughing at me for saying that kisses only take place after the first date. "Who's the one being all conventional now?"
"I was merely being considerate of your feelings, princess. Of course, if you'd prefer that I rape you here and now, that works too," replied Niou, eyes glinting mischievously.
"Thanks, but no thanks," answered Marui, revolted. "And stop calling me princess. I'm not a girl."
"I know." Niou smiled slowly. "But I'll call you one when you act like one."
"I'm not!" protested the redhead. "I am acting like a normal human being wondering why someone who's normally late is unnaturally early." That smile is… freaky. Why the hell would it be freaky? It's not even a smirk, or a grin, it's a smile, dammit, and not even all that toothy. So why…?
"If that's so, then why's your face so red?" Sea-green eyes crinkled in obvious amusement. "I'd call that a blush, I would, and blushes are definitely girly."
"What the – " Marui pressed his hands to his cheeks. They were indeed hot. The fuck is this? "You asshole," he growled, to cover his surprise.
"I didn't do anything," declared Niou, innocent as a bird. "You accuse me falsely? Oh, I am so hurt."
"I told you, that doesn't inspire any sympathy," retorted the redhead, recovering quickly. "It just makes you look really, really gay."
"But I am gay," Niou reminded him. "Though, for your sake, I shall pretend not to be."
"Pathetic does not suit you, so don't even try," jibed Marui, still pissed about the fact that Niou had caught him blushing. Of course, who he was pissed at – Niou or himself? – was still an open question, as was the reason he had been blushing in the first place.
Sea-green eyes narrowed, and a hand grabbed a fistful of Marui's hair, effectively stopping the redhead in his tracks. Fuck, that hurts, you bastard! Marui felt his eyes start to water from the pain of the grip, though mercifully no hair seemed to have been uprooted. He blinked defiantly up into Niou's face, refusing to admit to the pain. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What's your problem now?" Niou's voice was soft, but there was an intensity in them that sounded like anger. "I say I'll play your game, I go by your rules, I act the idiot to try to make you smile – what are you pissed about now?"
Marui stamped on the urge to bite his lips, a habit he had when trying to avoid giving an answer. I'm pissed because I'm completely rattled and off-balance. And that only seems to happen when you're around. Yeah, like hell I could say that. "It's… too early in the morning," he improvised. "I'm just… not up to dealing with you at this kind of time."
Niou stared at him, frowning. Marui stared right back, refusing to surrender. After several seconds, each of which felt like an eternity, Niou released him. Marui stumbled several steps before regaining his balance and turning to glare at his apparent boyfriend. "What the hell? Was it necessary to maul me like that? It frickin' hurt, you bastard!"
Niou shrugged. "Feisty boyfriends require firm handling."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" demanded the redhead. "Manhandling of your boyfriend is allowed? That's not very nice, is it?"
"Since when was I nice?" Niou grinned wolfishly. "And don't try to play the victim. It makes you look really, really gay."
"… I hate you," muttered Marui, turning his back on the trickster and walking briskly into the school.
Niou's footsteps indicated that he was following. "Hey."
"What?" he asked without turning around.
"Sorry if I hurt you. Just now, and… yesterday."
Marui frowned. "Don't do it, then."
He slowed down slightly, allowing his boyfriend to catch up. Since when did he apologize for anything? Oh well, maybe he really does feel sorry. Which is just weird. Niou Masaharu, apologetic? He glanced at Niou, walking next to him, and sighed inwardly. He really confuses me. Just when I think I understand… he does something that shows that I really have no idea who he is. Playing by my rules, huh?
"Hey."
Niou looked at him. "What?"
"Thanks." Marui didn't meet his eyes.
"For what?" The trickster sounded nonplussed.
"Trying to play by my rules." This time he looked over, only to see a surprised and rather pleased smile on the trickster's face.
Niou reached over, ruffling Marui's hair. "Maybe you're not such an ungrateful little bitch after all."
Marui yelped and threw off the hand. "Don't do that!"
"You're all red again." Niou laughed as Marui aimed a punch at him and ducked to avoid it. "Princess."
"Shut up!" Bastard! And here I was trying to be nice!
~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~
Morning: Niou
The crowd of fangirls was present outside the tennis courts, as usual. Niou and Marui shared a long-suffering sigh as they approached.
Their presence was soon realized. A number of fangirls called out to them – "Marui-sama! Niou-sama!"
"Yes, yes, we're here, so could you move or we'll be late for tennis?" asked Niou without much hope. As he'd expected, his words were drowned out by the fangirls' noise.
"Marui-sama! Who are you dating this week?" shouted one girl.
"Yeah, we haven't found out yet! Tell us, tell us, Marui-sama!" chorused several others.
Niou frowned. What will he say? If he says he's dating some girl, that girl will know it's not true. And if he says it's me, he'll be publicly admitting he's not straight, which he said he didn't want to do. I don't think he can possibly say that he won't tell –
"Too bad, I'm not going to tell you," declared Marui loudly over the hubbub. "Find out yourselves! If I tell you everything, it won't be fun, would it?"
"Yes, Marui-sama! We will do our best!" screamed the horde of enthralled fangirls.
Well, suck me for a fuck. He got away with it. "How did you do that?" Niou asked as they barricaded themselves in the safety of the changing rooms.
"I never tell on who I date," replied Marui casually. "They know it, too. It's been like that since I started this… system."
"How… convenient." Niou went to his locker. "Somehow I don't recall them ever demanding to know who your date is."
"That's because the girl usually tells the others. So they don't have to ask. Or else if they don't tell, they can find out because I'm hanging out with a particular girl a lot more than usual," explained the redhead. "It's easy enough."
"Think we'll be found out?" inquired the trickster.
"Nope. Fangirls aren't particularly smart. Or even if they were, the smarts vanish when the starry eyes appear," answered Marui, laughing. "Luckily for us, or they would've rigged cameras in here and in our houses."
"Good god, that is one horrifying thought," remarked Niou, retrieving his tennis things and heading back to the door. "Nothing would be sacred."
"Wait." Turning, Niou saw the redhead standing just behind him. Without warning, Marui's hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. Niou felt a tongue slide into his mouth, pressing against his own. Tentatively, he tried to press back, allowing Marui to dominate him because he was still unused to the action. The redhead had the better of him in this case.
After what felt like an age, but was probably only a few seconds, Marui pulled away. Saliva that could have been either of theirs drooled slowly from the corner of the redhead's mouth; he licked it away casually. For some reason this small action made Niou feel extremely odd. "What was that for?" he asked, as nonchalantly as he could.
Marui grinned. It looked unsettlingly like one of Niou's own grins. "Lessons. If I'm going to be dating you for a week, I would very much prefer it if you improved on your kissing skills."
Niou stared at his boyfriend in surprise, amusement and not a bit of chagrin. Huh. Revenge for what I did earlier? "Maybe not such a princess after all," he said by way of reply.
Chuckling, Marui picked up his tennis things and made for the door. "Told you so."
Whoa. I certainly didn't think he'd actually initiate a kiss, let alone one with tongue. Niou followed the redhead out, back into the crowd of fans. And now he says he's going to give kissing lessons. Hell, he's one strange guy. Every time I think I know what to expect… Reaching the sanctuary of the tennis courts, he dumped his things and began stretching. I thought he'd be feisty. I never guessed he'd be this feisty. Aggressive, even. And... I like it.
His mind returned to that moment at the school gate, when in his sudden surge of anger he had gripped Marui by the hair in a way he knew from experience was unexpectedly painful. He remembered the violet eyes glowing up at him, wet with tears of pain yet still afire with defiance. This was someone with a strong personality. And this strength of personality was inexplicably attractive. As he mulled the idea over, Niou realized that he didn't want someone who would fall straight into his arms, someone who could be used and thrown away without a thought, like a commodity. He wanted someone on whom he needed to work, someone who would force him to scheme and plot and strategize in order to win. Only such a person could successfully occupy his thoughts and distract him from his crush on Yagyuu. Someone so interesting, so capricious, that Niou would not bore of him.
Seems that I chose well. I'm certainly not bored when he's around. Niou straightened from his stretches, eyes absently tracing the movement of a red-pink head across the training area. Seven days, eh? Two gone. Five left. Let's make the most of it.
"High school regulars, gather up!" came Sanada's familiar roar. "Niou!"
Knocked from his reverie, Niou looked around and saw that the rest of the team had arrived. "Coming!" he yelled back.
~WednesdayMorningNiou~
Practice that morning was nothing special. Yukimura set them all onto strength training, apparently because they had been exhibiting complacency and stagnation. By the end of the grueling session following a training menu set up by Yanagi (the bastard knows no mercy!), the regulars limped back to their changing rooms, visibly exhausted.
Niou wanted nothing more than to get a shower and cool off. Temperatures outside had been blisteringly hot despite the fact that it was early morning, and water bottles had been refilled several times over already. Stumbling gratefully into the showers, he nearly walked into somebody. "Sorry," he mumbled, blinking through the haze of water droplets to see who it was.
Purple eyes met his own. Oh what the fuck. Marui. "Eh… my bad?" he tried, hoping the redhead wouldn't think he was trying to do anything… indecent. It wasn't as though this was the first time they had seen each other naked – the showers were the kind where there was a whole row of showerheads and no partitions. Still, it felt weird now that they were, after a fashion, a couple. Oddly enough, they had never come face to face in the showers yesterday or the day before.
"Niou." His voice didn't sound angry, more surprised. "It's okay. I can barely see straight myself. Our three demons are such evil bastards."
"I heard that," said Yanagi from somewhere on Marui's other side.
"Yanagi! Say something if you're there!" exclaimed the redhead, having startled visibly.
The data master smiled slightly. "Twice the menu for the afternoon."
"I'll die!" protested Marui. "I tell you, twice of what we just did, and I'm going to die. I'll be as dead as... as… a person who's never played tennis playing against a pissed Yukimura!"
"Nice analogy," observed Niou, scrubbing out his hair. "I have to agree that that's about as dead as you get without actually going into a grave."
"Niou, be my witness. When I die, bring him to court for murder," instructed the redhead.
"How about a bouquet to your grave instead?" suggested the trickster, now shaking off like a dog.
Marui wrinkled his nose. "Nah, just get him convicted. The world will be a better place without evil data demons like him."
"Did something happen, Renji?" inquired Yukimura, who had just entered the showers.
"These two were complaining about the new training menu," answered the data master.
The buchou turned stern blue eyes on the errant pair. "This is for the best, you two. By enduring this hard training, your mental and physical strength will both improve. Do you understand?"
How does he manage to look so much like a commander of military troops even when all of us are naked as jaybirds? wondered Niou. "Yes, buchou," he said, as contritely as he could."
"Yes, buchou, sorry, buchou," said Marui, also putting on an apologetic face.
Yukimura inspected their lowered faces for a moment before nodding. "As long as you understand."
Niou traded a glance with Marui. In mutual agreement, they beat a quick retreat before Sanada could make an appearance.
~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~
Afternoon: Marui
The redhead stared unfocusedly at the blackboard, lost in thought. Hours had passed, but Marui still had mixed feelings over his sudden decision to offer Niou 'kissing lessons'. It had been a spur of the moment thing, and he wasn't too sure whether to regret it or not.
He did like how Niou had seemed a bit off balance after that. He enjoyed how he had managed to make the trickster nervous, just as he had been made nervous himself at Niou's hands. It was exhilarating to see unaccustomed uncertainty flicker through those sea-green eyes, to watch the suddenly-clumsy actions of the usually-agile trickster, and know that it was his handiwork.
However.
What if it goes too far? Marui wondered. I said kissing lessons, but what if he ends up thinking that I'm all for going gay and he tries to do… more? I definitely don't want to encourage him. It's only for one week, firstly, and secondly I'm not fricking gay! I'm just accommodating him for these seven days, because I don't want to act all homophobic. After that, it's back to the straight and narrow. Straight being the key word here. So I've just let myself in to a remaining – eh – five days of kissing Niou, counting today. I can't even get pissed with him about it anymore because I'm the one who said he needs kissing lessons. Maybe I should just dance around the school naked screaming "I'm gay and I'm dating Niou Masaharu! Please screw me right now!" at the top of my voice and be done with all this crap.
All these negatives were certainly powerful. What was more important – to him at that point at least – was something else. It could almost be a positive. But it was even more deterring.
Niou Masaharu was hot. Undeniably so. And since his identity crisis was by no means over, Marui regarded his beginning attraction to his silver-haired teammate and new boyfriend with an understandable measure of horror.
Memories began to unfold, unbidden, in his mind's eye – eating dango with Niou, the first impulsive kiss on a bench at sunset, the sudden aggression of yesterday evening and this morning. One moment laughing, talking, joking; the next, angry, violent, dangerous. Unpredictable. Like playing with fire, being warmed and burned at the same time. Marui swallowed a snort at the sudden poetic turn of his thoughts.
The girls were never so difficult, mused the redhead. I always knew after the first couple of days that I couldn't stick with this person for long. They were so boring. Hand-made bentos. Dates to the park, the shopping district, couple-y cafes. Get them plushies from the arcade. Every week, the same routine. Maybe an occasional change when we go to the museum or her house. Never to mine. My mom would flip if I brought a girl home… hey, I'll bet she wouldn't mind if I brought Niou home. He's a guy and a teammate and it's not like he's never been there before.
At the thought of the last time the team had come over – half the breakable dishware had been smashed, spray paint had contrived to redecorate the hall and the living room, and food had been literally everywhere, courtesy of a team in high spirits after their second victory over their seniors, this time in high school – Marui stifled a laugh. That had been the first and last time his mother had allowed the tennis team into her house. Okay, so she probably would mind.
The bell rang, jerking him out of his thoughts. "Mmh… what's the next lesson?" he mumbled in the general direction of Jackal.
"Math. Perhaps you'd better wake up," suggested his seatmate, in his usual matter-of-fact way.
Math was the bane of Marui's life. Genius though he may be, he just could not get math. It was as though the numbers and concepts were actively fighting him, refusing to let him subjugate them as he had so many others. Of course, with the advent of the calculator, things had become easier. The horrors of the multiplication tables were now a thing of the past. The new, even more horrible horror now was algebra.
Yes, Marui was a final-year high school student who still struggled with middle-school algebra. A living example of the word 'pathetic'.
He let out a heartfelt groan. "Doom… Doom cometh to me…"
"You say that every math lesson," said Jackal unsympathetically. "If you'd just study instead of moan about it –"
"But I don't study!" objected Marui. "I'm a genius. Genii do not study. It's, like, a universal truth."
"Maybe, but for some obscure reason, you, a genius, are only able to pass math if you study," replied his partner, overly patient. "It won't kill you to study just one subject. It's not even a difficult subject."
"You mock me," drawled the redhead in his most ominous, Chief Genius of the World aka Demon King Incarnate voice.
"Yeah, I guess I am," agreed Jackal, in his most bored tone. "You're a genius who can't do math. If I don't mock, plenty of others will."
Marui slumped onto his table, resigned to another evil waste of time known to others as a math lesson. "Oh, just shut up."
~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~
Afternoon: Niou
Niou did not like paying attention in class. For one thing, the teachers weren't much more effective than a textbook since they almost invariably read directly from the textbook in the misguided belief that hearing the sacred words from a teacher would somehow be more effective than simply directing the students to read the textbook themselves. For another, it suited him to be seen as a slacker and apparent genius who did well without studying. It helped that he found studying on his own to be more efficient than studying in school. Also, there was always Yagyuu to help if he ran into difficulties.
He could probably still call his unrequited crush for help if he needed it – acting normal was a lot easier on the phone than in person. Glancing at the blackboard, he noted with satisfaction that the next lesson was math. No problem. Math was one of his favorite subjects, something that he could do without being taught, or so he liked to believe. Niou could afford to not pay attention.
Without much difficulty, he slipped into his long-perfected mode of sleeping with his eyes open. To most casual observers, Niou appeared to be leaning on his hand in a characteristically bored pose, eyes fixed uninterestedly on the board. To those who looked closely, though, the oddly blank look in his eyes would have been apparent – the kind of look that signified his body was here but his mind somewhere else completely.
Memory flickered – Marui's hands gripping the back of his head, the lips and tongue moving against his own, the welling excitement and pleasure in his mind and body, the unexpected joy of touch. Because this time the redhead was willing. Niou had not forced him. Somehow, it made the taste of the kiss that much different. Well, he also hadn't eaten his cake yet, Niou reminded himself. Or his bubblegum. The lack of the sweet strawberry and tangy apple felt weird, possibly because Marui, strawberry cake and apple bubblegum were so inextricably linked in Niou's – and probably the rest of the team's – mind.
This time the redhead had tasted of mint, most likely due to toothpaste. Huh. Somehow that is so… mundane. And yet it's also kind of interesting. Like you can tell what he's been doing just by kissing him.
Again the memory of the warm touch, the violet eyes. I could get used to this. Fuck, I could really get used to this. Am I getting in over my head? If I stop crushing on Yagyuu, only to start crushing on Marui – no, no way. That's not going to happen. I know what's going on now. I won't be such an idiot. Yagyuu was… an accident. I won't let that happen this time.
"Niou-kun." A familiar voice and a hard nudge pulled him back to the present. Yagyuu. Of course. "Sensei wants you to write the solutions for the next ten questions on the board."
The trickster glanced at the math teacher, a severe-looking woman with her eyebrows furrowed as she watched him. Old bitch. She knows I get some of the top marks in the class, and she still can't let me sleep. Che. Another memory prickled him, and he grinned involuntarily. Suffers from overwhelming virginity, I shouldn't wonder.
"What are you laughing about?" demanded the sensei. "Hurry up and write the answers!"
"Yes, sensei," replied Niou in his most bored drawl as he obeyed the order.
~WednesdayAfternoonNiou~
The team suffered through another round of the morning's training menu, but afternoon practice was otherwise uneventful. Luckily for Marui, Yanagi did not act on his earlier threat of doubling the redhead's menu, though he did get an extra twenty laps. Niou suspected that Yukimura's short lecture in the bath had not been quite enough to get Marui off the hook.
Walking out of the school, Niou glanced at his boyfriend. "Which way?"
The redhead considered for a moment. "Well, I did twenty laps more than you."
"Okay, okay, I'll walk you home." Niou sighed theatrically. "The things I do for a boyfriend."
"Payment for kissing lessons," replied Marui, grinning mischievously. "But we'll go your way tomorrow. The dango was nice."
Shrugging, Niou set off down the road. "You think only of your stomach, I see."
"I do not." Marui fell into step beside him. "Hey, Niou?"
"Yeah?"
"Just out of curiosity, was I your first kiss?"
Niou looked sharply at the redhead. What the hell? "No," he said guardedly.
"Oh." Marui's eyes remained fixed to the front; his tone didn't give anything away. "Well, that's okay, then."
"What if I'd said yes?" inquired the trickster, curious.
The redhead thought about it. "That'd be okay too, I guess."
"If it's okay either way, why the heck did you ask?" Niou watched his boyfriend, feeling as though he were a taxonomist inspecting an entirely new species under a microscope.
"Just wanted to know." Marui shrugged. "I don't really think it means much, but it's nice to know. Like, the first is supposed to be special and all. So who was your first?"
"I've forgotten," admitted Niou.
"You forgot your first kiss?" The redhead turned incredulous eyes on him. "What kind of Philistine are you?"
"I was eight, and it was a dare," the trickster defended himself. "No tongue, obviously."
Marui looked marginally appeased. "Oh. Was it a girl?"
"Yeah." Niou restrained himself from adding 'duh' to his reply. He was gay now, so maybe it wasn't all that obvious to his boyfriend. "Oh, and if you're going to ask, no, I didn't kiss anyone else till two days ago."
"Really?" The redhead pondered this for a few seconds before smiling. Just as Niou was relaxing, his boyfriend suddenly said warningly, "You'd better not be lying."
"Why would I lie?" asked Niou, nonplussed by the sudden suspicion.
"How should I know? You're the trickster," retorted Marui. "Anything you say might be a lie. I mean, the whole thing about your dad in a bra just can't be true."
"Well, fine, that was a lie," Niou conceded. "But this is true, okay?"
"I heard somewhere that if someone tells you that what he says is true, it's more likely to be a lie," said Marui. "So I'm even less inclined to believe you."
"What the fuck –" About to blow his top at the unreasonableness of his boyfriend, Niou noticed the glint in Marui's violet eyes. "Wait. You're baiting me, aren't you?"
"Damn, you found out." The redhead laughed. "That was quite fun!"
"You bastard," grumbled the trickster. "I can't believe I nearly fell for that."
"The trickster got tricked!" Marui warbled in a highly insulting tone.
"Shut up, idiot," growled Niou, still stung.
"Or what?" Those dancing violet eyes laughed at him. "You'll do what?"
Inspiration struck. Well, he can't complain about it now that he offered… Niou grabbed his boyfriend's collar, pushed him against a convenient lamp post and caught his lips in a kiss, effectively silencing him. This time, Niou was more daring, sliding his own tongue into Marui's mouth and exploring it. When the redhead tried to return the favor, he pulled away and grinned down at him. "Or else that's what you'll get, you little tease."
Marui was panting slightly. "Horny bastard," he muttered, pushing himself away from the lamp post.
"So, have I improved?" asked Niou, unable to resist pushing his victory further.
"Not as good as me yet, so don't get all confident," replied the redhead, kicking him hard on the shin. "My genius extends even to kissing."
"Ow! I kiss you and I get kicked for my troubles. What kind of boyfriend are you?" grumbled the trickster.
"You get kicked because, idiot of a boyfriend that you are, you just did that in public and in broad daylight. If I get killed by my parents because some random grandma saw us and spread the news that I've turned gay, I'll haunt you forever," threatened Marui.
"Such faithfulness. I should be grateful, shouldn't I? Anyway, you're the one who said I need lessons in kissing," Niou reminded him. "So you shouldn't bitch about it."
"Me? Bitch? Perish the thought," declared his boyfriend. "I am stating my opinions in a calm, mature manner!"
Niou choked, then started to laugh. Marui really was impossible. The thought flashed in his mind again – I could really get used to this…
~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~
Night: Marui
The water from the shower pounded down on him, hot and soothing. Just what he needed after a long day. Damn those three demons, Marui thought, feeling the ache in every muscle of his body.
His eye caught on the brightly colored corner of a magazine as he made to step out of the shower. He paused, considering. It had been a few days already, and his parents and siblings were all safely upstairs. Now was as good a time as any. Reaching out, he took the magazine.
The magazine was one he knew well, had used often. The familiar pictures of his favorite porn actress-model seemed to jump from the pages into his memory. Each of them was embedded there, just waiting to be called to the fore. He closed his eyes for a second, fixing the erotic images in his mind, feeling the familiar stirrings of heat that had nothing to do with the hot shower.
Replacing the magazine carefully in its hiding place, Marui retreated back into the shower stall. Less mess that way, after all. On sudden inspiration, he turned the shower on again, enjoying the renewed cascade of hot water caressing his body even as his mind turned to caresses of a less pure kind.
Rounded, pleasantly soft breasts presses against him as she leans close. She moves against him, wrapping her arms and legs sinuously, sensuously around him. He can see her red, full lips open as she breathes, eyelids lowered coyly, dark hair swirling around her shoulders and down her curved back. "Marui-kun… I love you… I want you…" she whispers.
He catches hold of her hips as she rubs herself agonizingly against his body, causing her to look up at him, pouting. "Marui-kun…" Sea-green eyes, dark with lust, stare into his own.
Marui's eyes snapped open as he was knocked rudely from his fantasy. The actress had blue eyes, he was sure of that. What was that?
But the first images had served their purpose; he was already hard, the blood thrumming in his veins and echoing in his ears. The job had to be finished. Besides, this fantasy had been well-tested and guaranteed success.
His hands move to her knees, pulling them to his waist even as her beautifully curved rear brushes against his member. She grips his hips tightly between her lithe thighs. "Make me yours, Marui-kun," she breathes, voice sultry, arousing him even further. How can he deny her? He pushes her downwards, sliding into her – His hands are buried in silver hair, the head bent, harsh breath ghosting over his erection. Sudden heat engulfs him; the head bobbing up and down as he gasps. A tongue sliding tantalizingly over his length makes his entire body shudder. Warm hands, rough with calluses, grip his trembling thighs. Without warning, the amazing heat vanishes, and the head tilts upwards. There is a mischievous grin on that familiar face. "Hey, princess," purrs that damning voice.
"Niou…"
His eyes opened again, slower this time. Marui stared disbelievingly at his hands, still loosely wrapped around his member, as though it is their fault. His erection was hard and already slick with pre-come. It isn't usually so fast…
Marui debated for a moment on continuing. His mind warned that if he went any further he would sorely regret it, but his body was screaming for release. He was so close. Against his better judgment, he leaned against the glass walls of the shower stall once more.
He moves inside her, aroused even further by her moans of pleasure. He can feel her breasts compressed between their bodies, the warmth of Niou's hands on his buttocks, supporting him as he melts into that devilish heat, that divine heat. His hands clench involuntarily in that silver hair when teeth scrape thrills of pleasure on the rough skin of his erection. Tears leak from the corners of his eyes as the pleasure reaches excruciating heights.
"Wait," he gasps. "Niou, wait!" The kneeling figure ignores him, continuing with his ministrations. Every movement of his teeth, tongue and throat sets off a tiny bomb that temporarily shorts out his mind. "If you don't stop, I'm going to –"
He never finishes his sentence. White pleasure explodes, sending an electric shock through every nerve in his body.
Marui came harder than he had in a long time.
He stayed where he was, unmoving, for several seconds as the aftershocks of the orgasm shuddered through his still-trembling body. When his mind finally began to shake off the shocked dust and his breaths evened out, he slumped, sliding down the glass wall until he was seated on the floor of the shower stall with his knees drawn up to his chest. The now-lukewarm water continued to rain down, washing away the evidence of the activities of a few minutes past. He curled himself tight, shivering slightly.
What the hell was that?
~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~HaruMaru~
A/N: Eh… I did say the rating would go up. Maybe it went up a bit fast… but well, this was according to the plan. The next chapter will be more of fluff and couple-y bonding. ;)
Apologies to those who wanted me to cut down on the italics. (Wth, it's practically an entire scene in italics O.o Sorry!) Again, I can only say that it's because this little episode was part of the plot.
I do hope that the romance isn't going too fast. When I was rereading, I wondered if it was even possible to get to this stage in a het relationship within three days, let alone a gay one with both parties not exactly in there for romance. But, well, I am trying to squeeze a full romance into the time span of seven days, which is in itself unrealistic. To those who have not already done so – please actively participate in suspension of reality when reading this fic.
Were the characters too OOC? The worry is always there, and though it receded a bit in the last chapter, it's back with a vengeance for this one. Niou's violence, for one. I get the impression that he's a volatile character, while Marui strikes me as impulsive and playful, but this might be taking a bit too far. I really hope it's okay. :-X
In addition, the next chapter will take a while, probably coming around Christmas if things go well. Firstly, because I'm going overseas (again). Secondly, because Kid9535 reminded me that we really ought to finish the How To Guide before the end of the year (we promised we'd be done by March and it's still rotting O.o). This chapter was finished early so that I could devote more time to the sadly neglected How To Guide. Those who have not read it and want something humorous, please check it out =D
On another note, I've written a Mischief/Perfect love triangle oneshot. Please read it, though I must warn you for angst. Hope to see you there =)
Please review to let me know your opinions, especially with the increase in physical interaction both real and fantasy ^^ of which I'm sure you all have plenty to say –points at the review button– and, of course, the new rating! Refer to previous chapter for my dictatorial demands for reviews XD