Updated! This chapter was meant to be more inclusive than this, but Natsume and Mikan insist on wasting time and doing all these things ;) Natsume especially.
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Natsume and Ruka met at the station, as planned and confirmed by their parents. What they didn't know what who would also coincidentally be there.
"Wow," was Natsume's first reaction to Mikan, when he and Ruka approached her and her friends that night, and he picked her out of the other girls straight away. "You look fucking amazing."
Mikan had to agree with him, but she remembered days when he'd accuse her of being all colour of slut for something like this – metal-link tops that barely covered her stomach and short skirts weren't exactly the most modest of items.
"Thanks," she grinned a mile wide, happier than she had any right to be simply by the fact that Natsume was coming out – as her boyfriend – on a normal night out with her friends. "It gets really hot inside these places."
"That's not the only thing that gets hot," he retorted lewdly, and he noticed her friends glancing around curiously – surely they knew he was coming, but they seemed to be uncomfortable with his presence for some reason. He was only paying attention to Mikan anyway, and they had never cared about what they said or did in front of people.
"You're so funny," Mikan said sarcastically, and then looked past Natsume to Ruka. "Hey, Nogi," she said sweetly. "I don't think we've actually, like, met before."
"No," he replied quietly. "I'm kind of only doing this for Natsume."
"Yeah, speaking of Natsume," Natsume himself interjected, distracting everyone from Ruka's cruel response – although not intentionally – as he strode towards Mikan and hit her with a full-on, passionate kiss. "What kind of a way is that to greet me, eh?" he jeered, and Mikan melted into him quickly, escalating their affections to almost unspeakable levels.
"So what did he have for breakfast, Mikan?" Sumire screeched after a little while, laughing off the awkwardness and hiding just a little envy that Mikan had managed to transform someone she'd hated so much into some half-decent breed of guy, and how they were both so into each other they couldn't hide it even if they wanted to.
"Toothpaste," she answered with a giggle, turning her head to look at Sumire and winking as Natsume idly kissed her neck; his hands still firmly on her waist and dipping underneath the fabric of her skirt.
"I brush my teeth before I go out," he explained drly, "obviously." A few of the boys with them – Koko (who was pretending the whole incident with Natsume, Mikan and himself never happened), Mochu and some other acquaintances – were uncomfortably struck down with the 'obvious' comment. None of them had actually thought of something like that, and they all started to wonder what their breath smelt like to potential girls.
"Haha," Mikan laughed as she noticed some of the other boys' silly efforts to smell their own breath, and drew Natsume into a quick kiss as she threaded her fingers in his hair. "This guy always smells good," she remarked, turning her face down into his neck and taking in the rich aftershave that she would forever associate with him.
"And this girl's obsessed with my hair," he retorted smugly, lifting his hands to cup over hers on the back of his head and pulling them down to their sides.
"Am not!" she shot, continuing to ignore the other people with them.
"Of course your are," he murmured, and felt himself relax into the situation. In all honesty he had been a bit worried about this 'date', as he hadn't been sure how he should act with people like them around, but when he saw Mikan looking like that, and he remembered that they were still the same as ever; he couldn't be any different around her if he tried, and it all fell into place.
"You are so full of it," she criticised, but in a way that didn't come off all that irritated, and Mikan slowly became aware that she and Natsume were performing to an audience. "Everyone," she said suddenly, "this is Hyuuga Natsume. Don't be fooled by the quiet guy you know from school; meet the oversexed, arrogant, annoying version you never see at day." This was partially a joke, but it was almost defence – she knew better than anyone how they talked about Natsume, what they thought the 'library boy' was like and how they took the piss out of him – saying this she was subtly trying to reintroduce him, like he'd been reintroduced to her.
"Oversexed?" he echoed scathingly – if she wanted to play to their viewers he would give as good as he got. "You are going to get it tonight," he hissed lustily, and while the girls like Anna and Nonoko were a little embarrassed, the boys were somewhat taken aback.
"Oh yeah?" she fired back, and Natsume turned away from her entirely to talk to Ruka.
"I'm going to fuck her so hard later," he announced calmly, and then turned to speak to the other males. "You guys ever had a really nasty fuck?"he asked knowingly – speaking largely from personal experience – and the guys were silent and confused: why was the library kid talking like this? Who was this cursing, mouthy, quite-cool-dressed-actually boyfriend of Mikan's who'd suddenly decided to turn up, heavily make out with her in public and talk to them about dirty sex?
"Um..."
"It'll be like that, but a hundred times worse," Natsume assured them. "She'll be screaming."
"From what, Natsume?" Ruka asked with a smirk. "Pleasure or pain?"
"Both," he answered fluidly. "Blood and cum everywhere." He returned his address to the people he didn't know again with a daring smirk.
"That is disgusting, Natsume!" Mikan screamed, launching herself at him in protest.
"Oh look, she's started," he quipped, and Mochu was heard to laugh very quietly.
"Stop it!" Mikan ordered.
"You started it," he remarked, and then leant in to whisper to her, "not that I don't mean it." Mikan wanted to be disgusted and outraged, but instead she wondered how long a fuck like that would take. A week was beginning to weigh in on her too, although not as obviously.
"We... should really be going," one of the girls said, and with no more than a short but throaty kiss Natsume, Mikan and Ruka followed the rest of them onto the train.
A lack of seats meant that not everyone was able to sit down in the carriage; this wasn't a problem for Mikan, who sat firmly in Natsume's lap and maliciously ground her ass down over his semi-hard erection the whole way.
"You better be prepared to deal with the consequences of what you're doing," he muttered in her ear as she tried to talk to her friends.
"What's that?" she replied teasingly, and his hands were suddenly rock-hard around her waist, pushing her down but also holding her in place.
"You fucking know what it is," he hissed, "and I'm going to explode if you keep it up."
"All over the train," she jeered, and he scowled at the joke.
"How much further is it?" he asked Sumire uncomfortably, who was standing next to Ruka in the hopes of him offering to let her sit on him, with no avail.
"Uh, a while yet," she replied awkwardly, and jumped a little as Natsume suddenly stood up – grabbing Mikan by the hand – and informed everyone that they were 'off for a walk'. Dragging her down the carriages, he eventually alighted at the very back of the train – where there were less people – and pushed her into an alcove created by the seats, out of the view of passengers.
"What is this about?" she hissed, glancing around only to find no one had paid them a blind bit of notice, and then immediately regretting saying it when he sat down next to her – walling her in – and unzipped his fly.
"I think it's about time I called in that blow job," he whispered hotly as he slipped one hand into his jeans and curled the other around her neck.
"What?!" she said in a hushed voice – she didn't want to be caught either. "You dragged me down here for this?!"
"You can't sit there for fifteen minutes grinding my cock like that if you aren't prepared to deal with the consequences," he spat, pulling her close and landing a clumsy kiss on her lips. "Suck it," he said, somewhere indefinably between a command and a pitiable request, and although Mikan's heart was pounding in her chest from fright, she didn't make a run for it or start screeching as he pulled his erection free from his pants.
"The sooner you start the sooner it'll be over," he reminded her as she came face to face with an entirely different kind of head, and for some wild reason, in spite of her own good advice, she simply flicked him an upward glance and then took him into her mouth.
His hand had slid down to her shoulder and he moaned breathily as she first made contact; his hand contorting tight with the pleasure. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth before he was fully hard, and he groaned again; shooting a worried glance out to the rest of the carriage – who, thankfully, hadn't seemed to have cottoned on just yet: no one was even looking their way. So it was that or they were tactfully pretending it wasn't happening, but he could honestly say at this point he didn't give a shit.
His hand eventually moved upward to end up in her hair, and he guided her movements as she sucked him. It had been too long since he last had a blowjob, and he'd missed the thrill of sex (or its derivative acts) in public places.
Mikan was also registering this, because although she normally was less than enthusiastic about giving head, the combination of Natsume's frayed nerves, helplessness (all because of her), the knowledge that they could be caught by absolutely anyone at any time, and what all her friends must be thinking by now, she actually got into it – even enjoying it a bit.
Sure she wasn't getting anything physical out of it, but how completely in his power he was now was quite the novelty, and she liked how a soft scrape of her teeth or flick of her tongue could make him moan and fist his hand tighter in her hair. She sort of understood why he was so hot on doing it for her.
"Uh... shit," he clipped as he got close – she'd been building him up for about a week, so it was hardly drawing blood from a stone (about the exact opposite, actually), and he took rather a lot of pleasure in the fact that she wouldn't have much choice but to swallow.
Swallow? He was expecting her to swallow, wasn't he? Well, there wasn't much else she was going to be able to do when he'd shot his load. Shit, Mikan thought as he tightened his grip on her in his final throes, this was what annoyed her about giving head.
But there wasn't that much she could do about it now, and as he started she tried to think about something else – like she used to with Tsubasa and other boyfriends – but found herself unable. She could not convince herself that she was doing anything other than what she was doing – giving her boyfriend a blow job on a train, it was all too vivid to channel out. So as she felt him come at last, she simply tried to remember how he'd been doing this for her, and she did her very best not to gag as she semi-reluctantly swallowed.
Natsume sighed like he'd just been given CPR after nearly drowning, and unclenched his hands languidly, with deep breaths.
"I needed that," he murmured contently as he did his jeans up again, and Mikan sat up with a less-than-enigmatic expression.
"Yeah, I could tell," she muttered, and then suddenly found herself yanked over as he claimed a kiss from her.
A kiss? She'd just sucked him off! Didn't he care?
"Uh!" she squeaked. "You know where my mouth's just been, right?"
"I did notice," he sniggered, and kissed her again – mouth open.
"Don't you... mind?" she said quietly, and as if to prove his point he gave her another kiss with heavy tongues on his part.
"Why would I care?" he whispered. "It's not like there's anything wrong with it." He leaned in a little closer. "I actually think it's pretty hot."
"Eh?"
"My cum in your mouth as I kiss you," he reiterated. "I get off on possessive shit like that."
"Weirdo..." she murmured, closing her eyes and trying not to think too much about it as he coaxed her into another extended kiss.
"Thank you," he said when they came apart.
"What?"
"Thanks," he huffed. "Do I have to repeat everything to you? I was saying thanks for doing it for me. I needed it."
"Thanks," she imitated sardonically. "Like I had any choice." He furrowed his brow at this.
"Of course you did," he said simply, and she gave him a withering look.
"Like I get a 'choice' about when we have sex?"
"You do get a choice," he replied dumbly, unable to understand where this was coming from.
"Sure," she bit icily.
"You do!" he snapped. "You think I spent weeks pretending not to be able to have sex with you? You think I made it so you turned me down so many times that I was off my head wanting you? You had the final say when we finally did it, and you have not done anything you don't actually want to do; you may like playing coy, but you don't do anything that you aren't gagging for in one way or another." He gripped her arm tight with this. "So don't you dare say otherwise."
She paused, quiet, and then broke down. She couldn't fault his argument, but she just didn't feel like that was the way things worked. Apart from that one time, it had always been Natsume choosing when and what they did, and even if he hadn't made her do anything against her will, it was like she didn't really get a say in the matter.
"Yeah, sorry," she murmured darkly. "I... I don't know what I thought. I'm just being weird." They kissed – even though Mikan retained the little angry thought at the back of her head – and then he stood up.
"Hopefully we won't have missed the stop," he chuckled, and she realized how much time they'd wasted with a flash, and started to run back down the train.
"This is your fault!" she snapped as they dashed back. "I come out with my friends and what do we end up doing?!" She heard him laughing behind her, but thankfully they hadn't left it too long; although Mikan nearly ran by the whole group in her panic.
"WoooOOooo," people cheered as they reappeared, and Mikan's face gained colour as they returned to the group.
"How was that walk, Mikan?" one of the guys taunted, and before she could blush any harder Natsume was standing in front of her.
"Did you just get head?" he said cruelly.
"Eh? What?" the guy said, confused; Mikan meanwhile jabbed Natsume fiercely in the back for making it so obvious. "No..."
"Then shut the fuck up," Natsume snarled. "Anyone with a girlfriend can speak up, but if you're all fucking wankers then maybe you'd appreciate shutting up about my–"
"Okay, Natsume," Mikan interjected. "It's fine. Leave it." She didn't want him to piss everyone off before they even got to the venue – he was pissing her off now as it was – but thankfully the guys seemed to take it as some kind of boundary-forming exercise, and didn't seem any better or worse on Natsume, although they didn't make any more jokes about her.
"What did you do?" Sumire whispered as she sidled up to Mikan's ear. "What the hell was that even about?"
"It's... stupid," she sighed, "but he'll probably be better behaved now."
"That guy is so... odd," she said as non-offensively as possible.
"Tell me about it," Mikan agreed, scowling as the train pulled up to their station.
"Okay! Everyone off!" Sumire called boldly, jumping up and ushering everyone out the door. In the middle of the crowd Mikan felt a hand take hers, and the fact that she could tell it was Natsume's simply by how it felt made her irritation buckle at the knees. Even if he was really getting on her tits she couldn't help feeling happy when he did things like that – just like him, really. Hot one minute and cold the next. Nice and nasty all at the same time. Dick.
"What do you think they're doing?" Sumire timidly asked Ruka not long after Natsume had dragged Mikan off half-way through the train journey.
"What do you think?" was all he said in reply. Sumire was trying to flirt with him, but so far Ruka seemed to be uninterested and completely detached. She knew that he was only coming along tonight so that Mikan could see Natsume, but she didn't expect him to be like this.
"Yeah... I guess," she laughed falsely, and Ruka gave her a narrow look. "Those two, huh?" she attempted to say in a merry fashion, but it came out a little strained.
Ruka shook his head a little. "I don't understand them at all."
"Me neither!" she rushed, glad to have found a point they could agree on. "Sometimes I wonder if they understand them."
"Hn," Ruka made a small sound that could've been disdain or concurrence, "perhaps." In the end it was neither, and Sumire was no better or worse off than before.
"So... have you heard of the band?" she inquired brightly.
"What?"
"The band playing," she mumbled. "They've got a new album out, but they're still unsigned."
"I've never heard of them," he said quietly, and looked out the window.
She wanted to ask what his Alice was, she wanted to know why he acted so cool but didn't seem to want to know them. She wanted to know a lot, but she just didn't know how to ask.
She was realising, as she watched him from the corner of her eye, that she had never known Ruka in the first place, and now she had the opportunity to speak to him everything that she'd presumed would happen was not happening, and she was actually talking to the face she'd fantasised on someone else's personality.
"Have you... applied to university?" she asked after a while – Natsume and Mikan still up to god-knows what wherever they went. "You want to be a vet, don't you?"
"Yes," he said warmly, turning to look at her with a little more compassion. "I do. For medical schools you have to apply early, so I've already sent out all my applications."
"That's good," she replied. "I'm still not sure... I'm gonna take the exams but I don't know what I want to do really." Ruka gave her a quick look.
"You get okay grades, don't you?"
"Sure," she replied. "I just don't really... go for anything. It must be nice having one thing you wanna' devote the rest of your life to," she sighed wistfully.
"Animals are simple," he said plainly. "They don't lie, or cheat, or judge... they are just..." Sumire was dazzled by the way his eyes lit up as he spoke, and she felt herself falling for him all over again.
"Amazing?" she suggested, and his enigmatic expression suddenly faded.
"I was going to say easy to understand," he remarked coolly, "but I suppose they are."
"Do you have any pets?" she inquired desperately, trying to save the situation.
"Not really," he said dully. "I look after strays sometimes, but they usually move on to other homes."
"Oh... still, that sounds like a really nice thing to do," Sumire said. "You're a really nice guy, Nogi-kun."
"Ruka is fine," he said bluntly, and Sumire blushed. Was this a good sign, or was he just stating the obvious? It was not long after this that Natsume and Mikan turned up again – who knows what went down there – and Sumire lost the opportunity to carry on talking to Ruka.
There was still the rest of the night, she reasoned, as she shooed everyone off the train and led the way to the live-house; shooting secret looks at Ruka the whole way.
I noticed that I hardly ever mention other characters in this story, and that if they do feature they are never talking to someone who isn't Mikan and Natsume, so I decided to mix it up a little and have some Sumire/Ruka interaction.
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