A/N: sorry! I really suck at foreplay xP anyway it's the best I could do so plz be nice when it comes to the bedding =_=. Thank you and enjoy :)
Bride of the Mafia Lord
#4. / My Boyfriend's Ideal Summer
Summer Vacation had finally come and everyone was going back home to visit families and relatives, but for Mikoto vacation was going to be lonely. It had almost been 2 months since the two lovers got together and ever since then they were inseparable until today. Nikaidou's parents' had arranged his return in Italy and he would be gone for almost two months. But Mikoto had prepared himself. Pain or not, he was going to wait for him, and if he cheated, it'd be over. The pink princess shook his head vigorously hoping that cheating was not going to an option for saying that he'd be gone for two months. The limo approached the school gates as Mikoto kept his eyes on Nikaidou who spoke with his chauffer getting his luggage into the trunk. The mafia lord turns to his lover and smiles, "You'll miss me?" He asks playfully. Mikoto turns away upsetedly, "Yeah right." He pouts. Nikaidou embraces his lover tightly in his arms whispering into Mikoto's ears: "I love you." The princess felt the weight of the warmth surrounding him and clings tightly onto his boyfriend closing his eyes and daring the tears to drip out. "Idiot. . ." He mutters. Nikaidou glances at Mikoto when the chauffer calls out: "Sir, we'll be late for your flight." The blondie turns back to his boyfriend and smiles then suddenly lifts the princess off of the ground bridal style and brings him to the limo. Shocked and surprised Mikoto exclaims pushing at his boyfriend's chest shouting: "What are you doing Nikaidou? I can't come along!" Nikaidou smiles looking at Mikoto in the eyes, and with a dubious look he answers: "I'm kidnapping you." The pink haired teenager stares at the kidnapper with unbelievable anger and screams. "Let me go! Idiot!" The limo's engine starts as the doors close and disappear over the hill. Tohru and Yujiro stare from the windows and smirk. "Such darlings." Yujiro smiles. Tohru chuckles, "Kinda strange for a couple eh?" He asks. "Yes well, never mind that, where were we?" Yujiro turns toward the blue princess, serious trickery in his eyes. "Eh? W-we're continuing?" Tohru asked. "Well of course, unless you got something else to relieve me of my bordom." The blond princess approaches Tohru with such seductive eyes as the child exclaims with surprise. "Yu-Yujiro-kun! S-stop!" He laughs playfully as the two collide onto the bed in the dead of the night. . .
"Let me go, idiot!" Mikoto struggles lying on the seats while Nikaidou's weight bears over his body. "No." He smirks. The princess blushed a bright pink and turns away abruptly. Even if they had been together for two months, he still wasn't used to all of this romance. The blond haired princes bends down slowly as their noses brush against each other and their lips closed to one another. Mikoto feels a tongue petrude into his mouth as breathing became difficult. In and out, their tongues went, kissing became wet and slobbery as Mikoto felt Nikaidou's knee edge up between his legs. Immediately Mikoto pushes the boy away and wipes his mouth, "W-what are you doing?" He mutters. "Damn it." Mikoto thinks, "I know for sure he's staring at me right now." The boy squints his eyes closing them tightly much too embarrassed. "Scarryyy." Suddenly Nikaidou's hands come down and force the boy's legs open surprising Mikoto more than himself. "Ni-Nikaidou! What are you doing? Stop!" Mikoto turns his eyesight off of his lover's hands to his face and just then he noticed; Nikaidou was not smiling, he wasn't joking, he was serious. "I love you Mikoto." He whispers. Frightened and embarrassed Mikoto immediately turns his sight away and closes his eyes. "I love you." He repeated. Mikoto suddenly closes his mouth with his hands surprising Nikaidou, "I-I know that already. . . just don't scare me like that." He cries. The prince noticed then that Mikoto was so frightened he had no words to say as his tears came down from his eye lashes slowly. Nikaidou smiles. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He says, and lightly pushes the princess back onto the seats startling him. "Eh? You're still. . ?" Nikaidou pulls his tie down from his neck and smirks, "I'm going to make you feel really good soon." Mikoto feels the buttons on his shirt slowly come undone as he sensation of heat came up to his cheeks until he blushed a bright red color. Bashfully the princess turns away and lies on his side, eyes closed as he feels the tickling of skin on skin. "Nikaidou's fingers. . . are. . . inside me. . ." The boy thought while exclaiming with pleasure. "Sorry Mikoto, but I can't wait anymore." Mikoto's eyes widened lending his ears to his lover, but just when he turns he notices Nikaidou pulling off his jacket, and bending closely. "W-wait Nikaidou. . . " Legs lifted up and buttons undone, pleasure and ecsasy mixed together at their best pace, as Mikoto feels Nikaidou's intrusion into his cave. Back arched, fingers embedding into the limo seats, and eyes watering with tears. "Nikaidou. . . wait. . ." The rush started. Mikoto felt his insides being torn apart as Nikaidou hit at his sensetive spot at the first time. Hands immediately rush to his mouth keeping his cries inside and hiding away his princess side. "Don't be scared." Nikaidou says, gently pulling the boy's hands away, "Let me hear you cry." He said, his lips pressing gently against the boy's hands. Mikoto's voice came pouring out of his throat flying into the atmosphere while Nikaidou's were fixed on his lover's face. He was beautiful, cute, everything he could think of was all on him; Mikoto, his darling. Suddenly a phone rings. Mikoto stops in his pace, hoping that Nikaidou would ignore the call. When he sees Nikaidou pick up the phone and answer, "Hello?" The teenager stares at his boyfriend in disbelief however, Nikaidou glances back at him and smirks. "Yeah pops, we're heading to the airport right now." He says suddenly penetrating deeper into the boy's cave. Eyes wide and hands clapped on his mouth Mikoto feels the penetration and stares at his lover almost begging with his eyes saying: "Please stop!" But that only made Nikaidou go even more. "Pops says hi sweetie." Nikaidou smiles evilly putting the end of the phone close to Mikoto's mouth as the child meekly answers: "He-Hello. . ." The rush hadn't stopped as Mikoto hoped, instead it got harsher, faster and unbelievably painful. "Don't worry pops I'm doing him just fine. What? You want proof? Fine ok." Nikaidou turns the phone towards his lover and with all his might pushes deeper. Mikoto feels his voice go hoarse while his screams traveled through the air and into the phone. "See? Now I gotta go, see ya in Italy." Hung up and thrown behind the seats Nikaidou turns back towards his princess and smiles, "Did you come already?" He bullied. "Nikaidou you idiot!" Mikoto shouts hiding away his face, "That was soo embarrassing! How could you?" He screams. "Aw baby its ok, its not he actually saw you." Nikaidou teases licking up the nape of Mikoto's neck his fingers trailing his body. "Now then, you better get dressed into something else." Buttons were rebutoned while Nikaidou sits back up revealing a coat bag against the window and pulls the zipper. "I got another present for you." He says as Mikoto sits up from the seats feeling pain in his back, but when he turned toward the coat bag he sees a beautiful, sparkly red dress. Heart neck, slinky, body-hug, and a slit at the left hip down. "A dress?" Mikoto asks, "Yep, for the party, you go ahead and get ready." He says, "Oh and there's a shower to your right." Mikoto fixes his eyes to his right and notices a small door and there it was, the small portable shower! Nikaidou leaves to the front of the limo and pulls the curtains over, then turns around. "Don't take too long." He chuckles. Mikoto grits his teeth angrily, "Tche, idiot." He stares at the dress and at the shower and sighs, "Why did I have to get into this kinda mess?" Mikoto makes his way toward the shower and slowly washes himself. But what made him uncomfortable was the load of sperms leaving his cave. Mikoto hits his hands onto the shower wall and exclaims quietly in pain, "that jackass!" He hisses. Suddenly a voice calls out as a peeping Nikaidou opens the doors wide: "Honey you done?" Mikoto turns with a soap bottle in his hand. "Get out!" The bottle makes contact and sadly Nikaidou was back outside on the seats as the butler bandages the master's forehead. "Honestly, don't you know that people need privacy?" The old butler asks. Nikaidou chuckles, "I can't help it, he's so cute." The butler stares at the boy, rolling his eyes, "Just like your father." He sighs. "Huh? Did you say something?" The master asks. "No nothing at all." The butler says. "How oblivious can he get?" He thinks.
Hours pass and the limo comes to a hault. Nikaidou wore a beautiful white tuxedo with a particular white furcoat with matching shades. But when Mikoto came out of the limo, it was like an angel came down from heaven. "Wow, you look gorgeus." Nikaidou says smiling. Mikoto rubs the back of his neck, blushing, as Nikaidou throws the white furcoat over his shoulders. "C'mon, my parents' are waiting for us." Mikoto stares nervously at the jet plane that was going to take him to Italy and immediately freezes, "Wait! I can't go, I don't have my passport, and what about my parents?" He asked. Nikaidou giggles, "Not a problem." And out from his pocket came his passport and Mikoto's almost shocking the princess so badly he wanted to kick the guy in the ass. "You? Where'd you get that?" He shouts. "Well I got my ways." The trip toward Italy wasn't so long and it didn't take long for Mikoto to enjoy what was occuring. A different limo comes toward the italian airport while Nikaidou escorts the beautiful Mikoto inside. "So why am I here again?" Mikoto asks. "My parents said they wanted to meet you," He smirks, his arm over Mikoto's shoulder. "And you didn't want to ask for my opinion because?" He asks quite angrily, "Wanted to surprise you." Nikaidou laughs, kissing gently onto the boy's cheek. The limo comes to a stop in front of a large castle-like manor as the doors open and Mikoto steps out. It was like a large victorian castle for only royalty. A beautiful fountain, lights, and white walls. "Welcome to my house." Nikaidou smiles. Mikoto gulps clenching tightly onto his boyfriend's hands as they escorted him through the doors of the house and into the manor's hall.
To be Continued. . .