Doesitreallymatter: You like awkward kiss scenes and I like your reviews, we're even haha. Ryohei is... odd. Just odd. I don't even remember writing a ninja comment. Did you make it up? Bad gurl. The day I get that review from you, I'll dedicate a chapter to you haha. :P I've had someone use all of the characters up for one review. Killed my eyes reading it but I was blushing so bad. So glad you liked the last line, everyone seemed to LOL. ezzelin: Well, didn't I just die at your review. ;) That amused me greatly and d'aww, I can;'t help but torture him. It's fun to write. :c Eyes17k: You love it. -showers you with glitter- Guess what, Eyes17k? Since Aki's giving up her 100 spotshe reufses to have it since she knows me—you're the 100th reviewer! What would you like? A one-shot, a drawing, some kind of something or thing? :D Aki: Yup, I do appreciate it, even if it's from you. Aki: Glad you like my fail speech there. :c Thank you! Aki: Ahh, thank you for the compliments and noticing that I've improved. ;D That means a lot... I thought I hadn't improved much until I looked back LOL. My first chapter was 1.8k long, full of crap and bleeh. Damn you, old me. Rena: I'm not sure how many chapters are left, but there will be a lot more hopefully. I Like To Stalk You: Thank fuck for that. LOL. There's sexy time in this chapter, ohoho. ;) A surprise at the end, too. 18plusForMe: More plot for you! Even if it doesn't seem like it... You're close, but not close enough. :P Keep guessing, ohoh~
Beta'd by dotYui.
I don't own Kateikyoushi.
Chapter fourteen—Scarlet Embarrassment
"Stop looking at me," I demanded.
For over two hours, I'd had Cavallone staring towards me. From the humiliating event that had happened yesterday, I was trying my best not to look towards him and embarrass myself further by my expression giving away my discomfort. The hairs on the back of my neck and arms had been standing up ever since I'd felt his curious eyes on my face. When he'd spoken for the first time—simply to greet me good morning—my body had tensed from the amused tone his voice had possessed. Cavallone could tell I didn't want to talk about yesterday. That was for sure as I tried to block him out, yet he'd refused to look away.
"I'll stop when you look towards me for once."
"No," I hissed.
"Did I offend you?" he mock gasped.
Offended? More like assaulted, I thought bitterly. Thinking back to the way his lips had pressed against my cheek the day before, my mouth curled into a frown. Although he hadn't gone any further, thankfully, it reminded me of the dream I'd had before. My imagination wasn't far off from the texture of Cavallone's lips. They'd been soft against my skin, almost as if they were caressing it softly as he brushed against me. I closed my eyes in embarrassment when I'd felt myself beginning to react to my internal musings, telling myself inside my mind to stop it. The last thing I wanted was to acknowledge the small attraction I held for him; it wasn't intentional, but from the daydreams and the apparent burst of my hormones, I'd came to notice it.
At first, my mind hadn't supplied a face for the person inside of my mind. When I'd had the wet dreams before, I couldn't remember who was involved but only became aware of the consequences when I was awake. Looking down at my lower half and finding out that I'd soiled myself within my sleep was degrading, but when the feeling of arousal kept coming back during my dreams, daydreams or even thoughts, I was about to lose my temper. When I'd dreamt of someone kissing me before, it had taken me far too long to figure out who it was. It could have been due to the fact I hadn't his voice that husky before; of course when he'd first introduced himself and then on the odd occasion after that, Cavallone's voice had dipped down to that level, but I wasn't aware at the time. I wasn't as freaked out from thinking of him pressing against me, but the second time I'd featured him in my imagination—where he was wet and shirtless—I'd been wary for awhile.
I had more than enough reasons to not look in my directions. I could acknowledge his presence still, snapping back at his comments, but I was sure I was going to mutter a curse at myself whenever I looked at his face.
The fact that I found his annoying face attractive was enough to make me curl my hands into fists.
It wasn't supposed to have been like that. He annoyed me to my wit's end, intruded my personal space and attempted to befriend me far too much. There was certainly nothing too interesting about me and yet, I hadn't punched him yet. I needed to do something about that as soon as possible. The extent of my feelings were simply embarrassment towards my reactions and then a small attractive towards his looks. Not personality. That was his worst feature.
"Kyouya," he whined.
I inwardly grimaced.
"You're cuter when you frown at me."
My eyebrow was arched as I processed his comment. The amusement that was previously within my voice had gone, melted into a soft tone that had an incredulous expression plastered across my face.
"You're an idiot," I snapped.
Cavallone laughed quietly before pushing his desk closer—I could tell by the noise of the legs scrapping against the floor and then the sound of his chair moving, too—and humming quietly to himself.
"I may be an idiot but," he chuckled, "I still want to be your friend."
A friend doesn't kiss the other on their cheek. "No."
"Eh?" he questioned loudly. "I thought we were getting along well!"
Is he delusional? I asked myself. My incredulous expression had became deeper and just as I was about to send him a wary glance for the first time—just to see if he was tripping out from eating something strange—the teacher interrupted our conversation.
"Is there a problem, Cavallone?" he asked.
"Yes!" Cavallone cried in response. "Kyouya's being rude."
The teacher blinked in surprise before telling him to shut up and continued on with the lesson. I smirked at the odd looks that were directed towards Cavallone, only a rare few people who bothered to glance towards me. It wasn't particularly news that I preferred to be rude rather than polite.
I frowned when I felt his eyes on me again, this time looking towards my neck.
"Hey, Kyouya," he whispered lowly. "There's something on your neck."
It should've disappeared already. I'd tried to hide it as much as possible; trying to make sure my collar was positioned correctly so I wouldn't have to put up with anymore questions like the first time it had happened. The random girl that been thrust forward by her friends to question me hadn't came within a two meter radius of me since the event, thankfully. I still did get a few curious looks when I'd passed, but I chose to push them out of my mind. It wasn't wroth my time. As I realized the odd thoughts that could have been going through Cavallone's mind as he observed the mark, I could feel my cheeks heating up from the embarrassment. It was all crushed into one; from the dreams, being touched in real and then the fact I couldn't seem to get my mind off of it.
I got up from my seat quickly, ignoring the call of my name from Cavallone and then later on the teacher as I walked outside of the room. Walking at a fast pace, I made my way to the rooftop automatically, waiting for the fresh air to splash against my skin and make me cool down. I need to stop reacting to him.
Eventually, I ended up with my back against the wall as I sat down, happy that I'd escaped the third lesson, meaning that I had over an hours worth of peace until there was a possibility of someone coming up to disturb me. When I had to yawn into my mind, I indulged myself in the comfort of sleep after placing my jacket down on the floor and lying on top of it.
When I became aware of my dream, I cursed aloud. Am I going to have to become an insomniac to avoid this? I asked myself whilst staring at the scene before me.
Seeing Cavallone perched upon my bed—since my dream was apparently within my own bedroom that time—with his lips curled into a smile whilst staring at me was the last thing I wanted to see. I blinked in surprise as my eyes darted around the room again, just to see if anything else was different than usual. Apart from the blonde sitting gently on the end of my mattress, one of his legs placed on top of the other as he leant back, everything was normal.
"Get out," I hissed.
"Why in the world would I do that, Kyouya?" he chuckled.
He got up from the bed quickly, his lips still curled into a smile that was slowly becoming wider with every step he took towards me. I refused to move backwards, staying still and stubbornly crossing my arms over my chest. I was relieved that I was clothed at least, as well as Cavallone. The attire for that dream was apparently school uniforms, except Cavallone had taken off his sweater again. He'd stopped moving when he was at least a step away, far enough so I couldn't feel the heat his body was emitting—and tilted his body forward, staring down at me with amusement twinkling in his irides.
"Are you going to play innocent again?"
I arched my eyebrow in confusion whilst thinking,Again?
"I didn't know you were into that," he trailed towards the end, slowly letting his eyes dart away from me whilst his grin became lopsided.
Into what? Despite the fact I should've been wary at that moment, the fact that I wasn't being touched inappropriately had me feeling relieved. Cavallone certainly wasn't a threat; the only feature of my dream that had me worried was the expression upon his face.
"Why are you here?" I demanded.
"Why?" he repeated. "A few reasons, if I'm being honest."
Both of my eyebrows were raised as I humored him. "Oh?"
"Why, yes," he chuckled. "Do you want to know the main one?"
When I'd opened my mouth to reply, I was cut off. My eyes widened in surprise as I was pushed back as Cavallone latched onto me, his lips immediately pressing against my own. I stared at him in shock, hardly believing what was happening as I felt my back hit against the wall. I'd tried to let out a gasp of pain, but all that had happened was that Cavallone received better access to my mouth. My body tensed from the intrusion of his appendage being thrust into my mouth, immediately slipping inside and becoming tangled with my own. I should've been used to such things happen and yet, I was still frozen still as I was pushed further back into the wall.
My eyes became half-lidded as a moan tried to make its way out of my throat. One of my hands moved forward to grasp onto his shirt, crushing the material within my fist as I indulged myself in the feeling of Cavallone probing within my mouth. As he brushed against a sensitive part, I raised my right hand up to tangle within his locks of hair.
A hum of approval left his throat and almost automatically, a moan of satisfaction left my own. Staring into his irides was awkward so somewhere along the line, I'd let my eyelids flutter shut as I left my cheeks heat up from the lack of oxygen I was receiving. I needed to break the kiss to restock my supply, but as I felt him press his appendage harsher against my own, I was craving more. I fisted my hand in his hair before kissing him back, trying to gain some sort of dominance over the situation. My back was still pressed awkwardly against the wall, yet the position made it easier for me to tilt my head up to get better access into his mouth. I should've been worried that I was accepting the situation as quickly as I was. A pleasurable sensation was swirling within my stomach, eventually trailing lower with every movement that we made.
As I jerked myself away from him, finally breaking the kiss for a chance to breath, I tried to ignore the bond of saliva that broke and landed upon my lips. They were already moistened from Cavallone himself, having a reminder of what I'd just indulged myself in had the feeling of embarrassment intensifying. I bit down on the inside of my cheek when I realized the throbbing down below, alerting me that I had some sort of a problem to solve. I hope he hasn't noticed.
"Kyouya," he murmured.
My eyes were wide with surprise when I felt his hand pressing against my abdomen, his fingertips slowly trailing across my skin as he went further down.
"No," I hissed before letting my hand fall from his hair, both of them gripping his shoulder in protest as I dug my nails into his shirt.
Another hum came as a reply before I saw him raise his eyebrows.
I'd intended to reply, but all that came out was a breathless moan. "A-ah." Cavallone had pressed his leg in between him, efficiently brushing against my arousal whether it was unintentional or not. I slammed my mouth shut a second later, narrowing my eyes up at him. Even if it was my imagination supplying the images, I didn't like appearing vulnerable before him. It felt too real; the throbbing that was becoming increasingly worse along with Cavallone's body pressed against my own. I bit down onto my tongue as I felt his hand playing with the button of my trousers.
His mouth moved down to my neck slowly, placing small kisses along my jaw line before becoming lower before he whispered, "That's a good reaction."
As I was about to demand for him to be quiet, his hand finally slipped below the waistband of my boxers. I bit down onto my lip to try and muffle my moan as he roughly cupped my arousal, his hand's temperature contrasting greatly to the one my flesh possessed. "Ahh." A choked gasp made its way out of my throat soon after. When Cavallone slowly started to pump my member, he'd let his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck. Straight away after, he let his tongue glide over the patch as if he was trying to soothe the pain that erupted as his fingertip pressed lightly against my tip.
"What a nice voice you have," he whispered lowly against my neck.
Increasing his pace, Cavallone started sucking upon the spot on my neck he'd claimed, whilst my eyes had closed themselves.
With every teasingly light caress he gave my arousal, I could feel myself getting closer to release. I kept trying to muffle down the moans that were making their way out of my throat, but none of my attempts seemed to have been worked. One of my hands had moved back up to clutch Cavallone's hair whilst the other had curled around his shoulder. The sensations I was feeling at that moment were driving me close to insanity. It was different than masturbating by myself; the feeling of his hand slowly rubbing against me had my teeth pressing down on my lip, trying not to cry out or demand for more.
When I'd jerked forward, opening my eyes and finding out that I wasn't dreaming anymore, I groaned aloud before falling back against the wall. The feeling of arousal was for real; I could tell that by the intense throbbing down below, my flushed cheeks and even the lack of breath I had at that moment. Lessons were still in session—I was sure of that—so pushing reason out of my mind, I bit down on my lip before slipping my hands down towards my problem.
I grasped my member quickly, trying to ignore the strangled breath that came out of my mouth as I acknowledge how different my hand was from Cavallone's. Not only was the texture different, but when I pumped myself, whilst closing my eyes from the feeling, the strokes were different, too. I wasn't trying to tease myself or anything remotely similar, simply trying to get the experience over and done with as quick as possible. I was as aroused as I was within my dream; only a few pumps away from release.
After two more quick pumps, I was at my limit. "A-ahh." As I came with a low moan, a breathy gasp escaped my mouth as I felt the white liquid scatter across my hand and shirt. "Shit," I panted as I looked down at my uniform. I should have listened to my thoughts earlier and talked myself out of masturbating; now I had to escape without anyone seeing me in a vulnerable state.
When I heard someone gasp beside me, my head turned around fast enough to strain my neck. My eyes were wide as I took in who was standing at the door, their body only halfway peeking out from behind it, their face contorted with shock and a blush staining his cheeks.
Cavallone.
Unfortunately, as I processed the fact that he could clearly see me with my own liquid covering my shirt, hand and some of my body, along with my trousers that were undone and member that was out still, I knew I wasn't going to get out of the awkward situation.
Needless to say, when I saw his lips curl into a smile, my face turned a bright shade of red.