Okay gaawwwwd, I said I would have this out by the beginning of the week (sorry Pearlgirl), but I've broken up for study leave now so have been working and stuff like that (going to the park because the UK weather is GREAT right now). Also I now have the makings of a chaptered Mikan/Natsume fic in the the works, so that has been taking up my time as well.

In compensation this is extra long and pure, unadulterated filth. The idea being courtesy of a friend of mine going by the penname Telcontarian.

Thanks to all lovely reviewers, especially all you nice lot who turned out for the last chapter and also all you wonderful lot who review every chapter :)

Thus, I dedicate this to Pearlgirl710, who loves NANA like I do, and SpringFairy-now-15-because-it-was-her-birthday-the-day-after-my-last-update, because she leaves such nice reviews and has keep me happy :P Love 'ya all

And now, a clean slate to begin the next chapter (-PWP-)

Mikan is sixteen

Mikan groaned and fidgeted in her handcuffs again. She really had to stop getting herself into these kinds of situations.

"Natsume!" She hissed at the unconscious pile of sixteen year-old opposite her on the cold concrete floor, "wake up!" she reached forwards with her bound wrists and shook him gently. Natsume murmured a little and flinched in his sleep, but didn't wake up.

"Natsume!" She said again, louder and shaking him harder, "Natsume please wake up!"

"Mnm?" the teenager moaned, "Mnn-Mikan?" His eyes began to flicker open and with a sudden bolt of pain in the back of his head Natsume recalled how he and Mikan had managed to be captured by the AAO yet again.

"Finally!" Mikan sighed and wriggled back away from him, "I was beginning to think you weren't ever going to wake up!" Natsume sneered and tried to pull his hands out from behind him, but found that they were in fact handcuffed behind his back. The AAO had figured out not to use rope to tie up a boy with the fire Alice at last.

"Ngmph," he grunted as he rolled over onto his side and tugged curiously at the things holding his hands behind him, also noticing that Mikan's hands were around her front, "how long did it take you to climb all the way through them, Polka-dots?" He remarked smartly, as he yawned and simply melted through the chain holding the two cuffs together with a small (but very hot) flame.

He brought his hands around in front of him and flexed his wrists, both still circled with a part of the handcuffs, like bangles. However, that was only until he held each arm out and in turn incinerated the locking mechanisms, so they simply fell off his arms like a kids' toy.

"Well I can't get out as easily as you, Natsume." Mikan whined enviously, and continued to roll around as she tried to slip the cuffs.

The AAO guards had thrown them in this locked cell here god-knows-how-long-ago, and she had been awake for about an hour without so much as hearing another form of life bar Natsume, "This is a start at least. I mean, what if you hadn't woken up and I had to get out by myself?"

"Then you would still be laying there on the floor until someone found you." He replied bluntly as he looked across at her. But then, suddenly struck by the alluring image of Mikan writhing around on the hard floor handcuffed, his heart began to beat faster and his blood rushed in his ears.

Mikan frowned and tried for the hundredth time to slip her hands out of the cuffs like people on TV did, but for the hundredth time she failed at it. All she had managed to achieve in the long hour Natsume was snoozing was to slip her waist and legs through the ring of her arms+cuffs: so her hands were now in front of her instead of behind.

Not that it did her a lot of good.

"Fine…" she sighed, "I give up. Just do me now, Natsume, these things are so uncomfortable."

"Okay." He said quickly, and Mikan was about to comment in surprise on how eagerly he had answered her when she heard two no-longer handcuffed hands hit the floor on either side of her and a warm mouth press against hers.

"Natsumnme!" she tried to scream in surprise, but was foiled in her attempt to do so by his tongue forcing itself into her mouth as he pressed more of his weight on top of her.

"Don't say anything," he breathed, and closed his hands around her cuffed hands and dragged them towards him, "just be quiet, Mikan." He hissed and closed his teeth over her lower lip, making her shiver as he suddenly pulled her upright and glanced over her shoulder, spotting on the back wall an old set of water pipes that would serve his purpose perfectly.

He placed both hands over her thighs and shoved her across the floor until her back hit the wall, then raised her hands up over her head by the handcuffs and knocked them against a pipe. He forced a flame above their heads and carefully melted the chain of the cuffs to the metal pipe, fixing it, and her, in place against the wall.

"Wait… Natsume!" she screamed as she realized he wasn't freeing her and was in fact blowing on rapidly cooling metal somewhere above her head, "what are you…!" He cut her off by crushing his mouth against hers again, and his hands trailed slowly down her body, squeezing her curves possessively as he slipped a hand under her shirt.

"Natsu-me!" She gasped as he rubbed a palm over her soft skin and began unbuttoning the shirt with his other hand, "what if someone comes?!" He smirked against her neck and pushed his fingertips under her bra to rub across a fast-hardening nipple.

"Someone will." He chuckled as he dropped a hand and pushed her skirt down between her legs, making a fist and grinding it against her crotch, "you."

Mikan made a noise that was something between a squeal and a gasp and tried to pull her hands down, failing entirely because of Natsume's handiwork.

"Natsumeeee" she wailed as he undid the last button on her shirt and pulled it open, tracing his tongue down between her breasts and shifting her skirt up her legs.

"The more you talk, the longer I'm going to make it last," he told her as he slid her skirt over her thighs and ran his fingers over the cotton of her underwear.

"I… uh… ah…" She whispered in short breaths as his fingertips kneaded the most sensitive flesh on her body, and she pulled helplessly against her bindings.

"Ah-ah," he chided as he shifted a knee so he was straddled over her legs, "not a word, creaming-her-panties-girl."

Mikan made an effort to look disgusted and displeased, but Natsume was being far too good at doing what he was doing for her to succeed.

He leant over and trailed his lips up the side of her neck, until they were hovering over her ea: where he whispered, "or they might hear us," and deftly shifted her underwear aside to plunge a finger inside of her, muffling her cry with his other hand as she pulled desperately against her handcuffs.

He quickly set up a rhythm as he slid his finger (soon upped to fingers) inside of her, listening with a twisted smile to the rattle of her wrists against the waterpipes as she tried hopelessly to free her hands. He had as good as welded those cuffs to the wall, so she was going to have to develop a strength-Alice before she even stood a chance at getting out of them.

Although, judging by the way her chest was heaving and the look on her face as he pushed his thumb over her clit, she was enjoying it a bit too much to be worrying about escaping any time soon.

After hearing light footsteps leading up to their room, Natsume started to kiss Mikan's neck and suddenly sped up his motions, which served the duel purposes of making her too out of her head to hear the footsteps herself, and also making her come; with a hot rush of fluid running over his hand as the muscles inside her clenched around him.

"Aaaaaa-aaa," she whimpered while trying to stop herself from screaming, "Natsu--"

"Shhh!" he hissed as he shot his mouth over hers and silenced the sound, which, in the tingly aftershocks of her climax Mikan realized to be because of the voices just outside their door.

"Mhhnmmjhmnmf!" she moaned into his mouth in protest, however Natsume only took it as an excuse to kiss her with a lot of tongue and keep his lips pressed tightly over hers.

Luckily for them the sounds turned out to be a change of guards, and the new watchman didn't even bother to look in the captive's room as his co-worker assured him 'they hadn't even made a sound' and he assumed their hostages were still out for the count.

"Whew, that was a close one," Mikan whispered as Natsume's mouth broke away from hers and he started to pant, while withdrawing his hand from inside her skirt, "imagine what would've happened if they'd opened the… Natsume! What are you doing?!" She hissed upon realizing he was not out of breath because of their air-consuming kiss, but because he was freeing a rather striking erection from his pants.

"Tch, you think I'm done with you?" he muttered darkly and pulled her wet and sticky underwear down her legs. He dragged her hips towards him across the cold and hard floor and onto his lap; her hands trailing behind her as they were still very much attached to the wall behind them.

"Not a chance," he murmured in her ear as he dragged her down onto his arousal, and this time Mikan had to check an almost-moan herself, as he was far too busy groaning softly with satisfaction to stop her himself. That, and the next words he said to her, which he uttered as he lifted her hips up a little way and brought them back down even harder, eliciting another stifled squeal from Mikan and a rather suspicious look at the other side of the door from their watchman.

"This time…" Natsume panted, as Mikan ground against him and began to fall into the pace set by his hands on her waist, "this time, you will scream."

Looong chapter of filth is long :D, though, not like you don't enjoy it.

To quickly answer some old queries and/or things anyone forgot/missed, these chapters are not related and so do not/will follow on from each other unless clearly stated otherwise.

But now for a poll! Because I fail without direction, I humbly request some kind of indication from the readers to place their fate in their own hands and vote on the 'theme' of the next update: the options are: 1. dark, twisted fic, 2.funny-pervy fic or 3.romantic-but-kinky fic.

Thaaaaank youuuuuu :D