A/N: Here it be~. In case anyone gets confused, the name "Yukio" our little devil used last chapter was for when he was "disguising" himself as a boy. The name itself is masculine, and "Miharu" is actually a girl's name (hahaha Kamatani), so he can get away with using it when he's dressed up. And...the school does not investigate this stuff, harhar.
Beta read by Kalana Fox. It was also her idea to have the scenario of Miharu dressed as a girl and seducing Yoite at Alya made into a story, x3.
The grip around Yoite's torso was loosened as Miharu's breathing stopped for a moment. The two unfamiliar male students laughed stupidly outside the door, and Miharu placed his hand on the top of his head. He hoped his skirt would not get stolen as he had no back-up. Him getting in more trouble than he already was for skipping literature class from being seen with this underwear outright exposed counterbalanced any embarrassment he'd have.
It wasn't much longer until footsteps could be heard moving up the stairs.
"Um..." Miharu spoke up.
"I'll go out there and see what's up, okay?" assured the taller boy. Making the door ajar, he peeked out. His book still lay on the floor with his glasses on top of it, and Miharu's skirt and books were still present as well.
"Every thing's fine, Miharu," Yoite said with a smile. Miharu sighed and walked out, buttoning up his jacket. He bent down on his knees and sat on the floor to put the skirt back on promptly, then picked up his stuff.
"My literature book isn't here..."
"Oh...sorry. I didn't notice."
"It's fine, Yoite. It's my fault...but I enjoyed that fault, " Miharu said as he directed his head at Yoite and chuckled.
Yoite made a crooked smile and blushed. His suppressed feelings for the younger teen came out so quickly. He was glad he could stop himself from going any further than he did back there, however. He looked up to a clock on the wall; there was still plenty of time left for class. He took out a batch of sticky notes and a pen from his coat pocket and wrote something down on one.
"You know...I really feel like I know you," Miharu admitted suddenly.
"I thought so. Same goes for me," Yoite fibbed. He knew Miharu. He didn't feel like he did.
"Come on. Let's go to Japanese Literature," he said.
"Do you go to the same classroom as me?" asked Miharu with sparkles in his eyes.
"If we're going to the same class, it's possible. We were reading this novel," Yoite pointed out as he picked up the novel he was finishing earlier.
Indeed the two boys attended the same class. The younger one's nerves wore on him a bit as one of them had to muster up an excuse as to why they were over 20 minutes late before sliding open that door. Miharu opened it and his gaze met with the floor like he was scared of something. He took Yoite's hand, and both of them walked in.
"...After his first work, he—Mr. Koudo? Why are you so late?" inquired the female teacher.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Sayako. This girl who attends our class was being harassed in the halls, and I had to report it to the Principal. All of us were in his office," Yoite deluded while revealing the note he wrote on a few minutes prior. It was a fake Principal's note of excuse. Miharu leaned over to see and wondered how the teacher wouldn't notice that is was counterfeit.
"You may sit down," directed the teacher, "What is your name, Little Miss?"
"Miharu Rokujou. I'm in this class. I'm sure I was picked on due to being new..." Miharu said as he made a frown.
"It's alright, Miss Rokujou. Now please, take a seat with Yoite. Oh, and grab a text on your way out."
"Yes Ma'am."
The boy and lady in disguise sat down next to one another. Shy smiles were exchanged before both of them set eyes on the lecturing teacher.
"How...did you get her to believe that note was real?" questioned Miharu a few minutes in.
"Well, I'm able to mimic handwriting if I see it often enough." Yoite declared with a straight face.
"Are you...?" Miharu halted his question. He couldn't ask Yoite if he was a ninja since most students here weren't. Even though...he did say he was one of the top fighters in the academy.
"Am I what?" asked Yoite, confused.
"Um, a troublemaker? Are you sent to the office often?"
"No. It's just that kids who have very good grades acquire hand-written letters of recommendation from the Principal to the universities which we're thinking about attending."
"Ah, I see. You do seem really smart," the younger boy admitted with his cute face.
"You are too for being in my Calculus class."
"Yeah. Somehow I managed to get into that difficult class...I think someone bribed the teacher."
"Maybe..." Yoite shrugged with a devious smile, looking down into his textbook,
The bell rang for the final class of the day, which made Yoite and Miharu sigh in relief. Right now, they want to just spend time together alone.
"Hey, Yoite. So, is this your girlfriend?" asked an anonymous student as everyone arose from their desks.
"Yes. She's all mine," Yoite declared.
"Oh, she's cute, but not cute enough for me. You can have her," said the boy before walking off with a 'talk to ya later'.
"How insulting, yet relieving because I know he won't bother me," said Miharu, stretching out his arms, "Is he your friend?"
"Sort of. Despite him saying often how he likes girls with long hair and big breasts, I certainly think he has a crush on me."
"O-Oh..." Miharu reacted in shock.
"Don't worry. He knows he'll never have me. He's happy just making conversation. Now, we better hope our last hour feels quick."
Miharu headed off to French Cooking while Yoite went to Chemistry. The hour went fast and Miharu tried his hardest to run out the entrance doors with his heeled boots. He got to the sidewalk, and the afternoon wind whistled through his hair.
"I can't remember if Yukimi said he'd be home by 3'oclock or not..." Miharu wondered to no one in particular.
'Isn't it nice? You two finally met.'
'Fairy?' Miharu was surprised. It had been a while since he heard from her, 'Why are you talking now? What are you saying?'
"Miharu!" The mentioned boy's head turned from the voice calling to him. Yoite came walking steadily to his side, and caught the hijutsu holder in an embrace. Miharu wrapped his arms around the other boy and tightly held the fabric of his jacket.
"Hey, is something wrong?" Yoite inquired with concern.
"I'm just happy you're here, Yoite. My Yoite," Miharu said, rubbing his forehead against Yoite's collarbone. He moved his head up and chastely kissed Yoite on the lips. Yoite returned it, of course. They got some stares from singles and couples walking past them, some girls commenting on how cute the scene was.
Their lips separated and their hands met once again.
"Miharu! Hey!" yelled a girl not too far from them.
"Hey...Aya," Miharu greeted to her whilst clearing his throat.
"Will you please go out on a date with me right now?"
"Miharu...?" questioned Yoite.
"Wait. Who is this?" Aya inquired to Miharu with a rude finger pointing at the upperclassman.
"This is...Yoite, who I've dated for a few weeks now. And...I feel closer to him than I ever had.
Please forgive me. I can't date you or anyone else at lunch."
"But..." she trailed off, disappointed.
"I'm grateful that you're attracted to me, but it was never my intention to obtain these phone numbers...Excuse me." And with a caress of her cheek, Miharu clasped his hand onto Yoite's and they walked off together.
"Does she know you're a guy?"
"Nope. They all want me," Miharu laughed off.
Yoite tightened the hold on his love's hand, "Well, I'd rather they not have you."
Suddenly, a car came pulling up. It was Yukimi.
"Hey, kid. Come on. Let's get going," the writer said with annoyance.
"Mr. Yukimi. This is Yoite. I wanted to go to his house..." Miharu stated with a bit of a pleading expression.
"Familiar name...and go ahead, but you're taking a bus home," he sighed, "Sorry for my attitude. Bad day."
"It's alright, and I don't mind taking a bus."
"Okay. Well, see ya later," Yukimi said with a wave and drove off.
"My apartment is small, but my brother is likely at baseball practice. Let's go," Yoite said while staring out to Yukimi's disappearing car.
"Is something interesting over there?" Miharu asked, pointing in the direction of his care-taker's vehicle.
"Nothing. Let's go."
The apartment was about a fifteen minute walk into the city. The two boys didn't speak, but their hands never separated. Sure, the apartment was small, but that's how most Japanese lived in the cities.
Yoite guided Miharu to the one bedroom to show him two folded up futons. Letting go of Miharu's hand, the older boy unfolded his and laid blankets down onto it. Miharu practically fell onto it, rocking his hips and blushing at Yoite who was kneeling.
"You know you want. Now get down here," Miharu practically demanded.
"J-just a minute," Yoite said, standing up and walking into the closet. He took a pair of pajamas out and then went over to a chair with another pair. He handed Miharu the ones from the closet and stepped out to the bathroom.
Miharu sat in disbelief. He thought they would undress together. Yoite's already seen his lower half, so how could it be too soon?
Yoite stood in the mirror after dressing himself. He wondered to himself about Miharu's randy behavior and his own urges a few hours ago. Conjointly touching Miharu, he tasted him; his most intimate area.
'Were those the actions you were holding in back then, Miharu? What would you do if you remembered me?'
Walking back to his bedroom, he spotted Miharu browsing through his schoolbag. Miharu sensed Yoite behind him and stood up to greet him. Yoite made his way to the futon and gave the brown-haired boy a hug.
"Can I ask...if you've ever been intimate with anyone before me?" asked Miharu.
"I haven't. Why?"
"You were just...really good with your mouth before," the younger male said, grinning.
"Yeah...Not sure where that came from, really," stated Yoite, giving himself a perplexed look.
Miharu lifted his head and gave Yoite a little cat lick on the chin and put a seductive face on, "Oh, well I'll be sure to search for the pornos." Miharu's face morphed into a cheery expression.
Yoite made a wry face but then chortled a little to the comment, "It's nice to see you happy," he remarked.
The younger one blinked whilst still gazing at his love, "You too...I really like your smile."
Yoite gave himself a mental slap for saying something so confusing. When would he tell Miharu? Could he wait and see for the boy to remember him? Clearing his mind, he tilted his head down and pressed his lips to Miharu's. Both boys closed their eyes and rocked back and forth. Miharu sucked on Yoite's bottom lip, loving the taste.
Somehow, they found themselves on the futon. Miharu was on top of his soulmate; shirtless. His body became hotter by the second.
It never felt too soon to get naked in front of this boy. He wondered if Yoite thought the same about his own body. Miharu suckled Yoite's neck and used his fingers to undo the buttons of the shirt. He got it open half way and caressed the hairless chest revealed underneath. Yoite jerked to the touch. He was enjoying it; Miharu's touch. He then felt Miharu grind his hard-on against his inner thigh. It made him aroused. Miharu felt a bump against his tummy. He knew what it was and lifted his body up to tuck his fingers into Yoite's pajama bottoms.
"W-wait, Miharu." Yoite said abruptly before Miharu's feisty hands could slide off the pants.
"Am I going too fast for you?" Miharu tilted his head with slightly parted lips.
"Uh, I'm...really embarrassed about my body," Yoite confirmed.
"You're kidding, right?" There was no way someone like Yoite could feel insecure about his body. He was certainly gorgeous.
Yoite wanted to shout. He wanted to demand from Miharu why he'd have the right. But, shouldn't he have the right? Yoite saw Miharu; it would only be fair.
'...Life isn't fair though. It's not fair. I don't and never will resemble Miharu, so there is no fairness.'
Yoite awoke from his thoughts to Miharu brushing his knee over the older one's still covered erection.
"Miharu, s-stop," he pleaded and then reluctantly mewled in pleasure. Miharu's hand slid down into the clothing item as he moved his knee, touching Yoite's member and absorbing the heat radiating from it. There was something about it that Miharu did not expect though. It was smaller than his, perhaps by a couple of inches even. Ignoring it, his digits traveled lower and came in contact with the roundness he expected, but on the tip of his fingers was a wetness. Removing his hand, Miharu noticed a clear glossiness on them.
Yoite grabbed the hand, wanting to beg Miharu to look away. However, Miharu's observant face was more curious rather than disgusted. Yoite slowly released the hand, and Miharu put it down and kissed lovingly over Yoite's face.
"Yoite, I-I love you. Don't be afraid," assured the forest-eyed boy as he pulled Yoite's pants down low enough to give him access to the area, or seemingly, areas.
Miharu planted kisses all the way down Yoite's torso, licking his stomach before focusing on the surprises further down.
Yoite was indeed smaller than him. Perhaps Yoite had something medically wrong with him. He wouldn't say what Yoite had was wrong, however. Miharu's face was now between Yoite's thighs. He saw two small yet full folds of skin with a dripping hole in between. The area was so wet...
Miharu gazed up at Yoite, "I do not know why this is Yoite, but he's perfectly fine to me. You are lovely."
Yoite blinked in confusion, staring at the ceiling, "You...say that I'm lovely? Even now?" What a silly inquiry. It finally hit him. He knew Miharu's sweet and empathetic nature; he couldn't believe he would deny Miharu's love.
"I apologize for doubting you..." he said, taking Miharu's hand. Miharu didn't verbally comment, only kissed Yoite's hot member before burying his face between bare thighs, licking at the moistness. Yoite arched and cried out as Miharu's tongue darted into the damp core, unintentionally brushing the older one's sensitive spot. It felt amazing; Miharu's tongue seemed to have grown in length.
The boy's left hand stroked Yoite's hardness, causing Yoite's breath to hitch further. Pulling out his tongue, Miharu swiftly removed his pants, exposing his throbbing erection. He crawled over atop Yoite, furrowing his brows and appearing serious about something.
"I want you inside me, Yoite."
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Cliffy-ish!
Hurrr...
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