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[FIC] Gakuen Heaven: Surfacing: Fantasy
Surfacing: Fantasy
- Sequel to Roundabout
Characters/Pairings: Niwa/Nakajima/Shichijo/Saionji
Ratings: R
Words: 4742
Summary: Tetsuya finds a very interesting book... What are Hide and Omi doing?!
At first, Tetsuya was just concerned. Shunsuke looked like he was hyperventilating in a corner of the canteen, as opposed to making everyone else around him laugh with his standup comedy. Highly unusual indeed. Especially because the thing that was killing him looked like a... a manga?
"Oi, oi," he plucked the book out of the boy's hands. "What are you-"
He'd flipped the book around by then, finding himself staring at... awfully well-rendered illustrations of Hide and... and, "Shichijo- O-Omi?"
Kissing.
"What is this?!"
Taki blinked, flailing slightly as he leaned away from the person who had just crept up on him. He scrambled to the side when he realized just who (Nakajima-san's lover!) it was, trying to hide his red face.
“Um... ano..," he scratched the back of his neck. Wrecking his brain for a reason or an excuse came up with nothing. So he just decided to run away. But that would make him look even more guilty... argh he wasn't good at thinking up this sort of thing!
"I didn't make it I got it from Iwai-san!" he called out as he ran away from a potential Niwa-explosion.
Tetsuya was ready to chase the kid down, except, "Iwai?" His skid to a halt outside of the building and flipped the book close to see the cover. Gods, it looked professionally done, the essence of Hide and Omi captured so well in a pose where they stood back to back, like back when they were rivals instead of lovers, but... but... no name, just, "BL Doujinshi: Heaven Series 4" printed like a logo of an established publication... series.
"What. Is. This?" Tetsuya muttered to himself this time. But the bell rang, and it was time for class. Startled, he stuffed the book in his bag, and pushed it to the back of his mind, forgetting about it until... the end of the day when he got back to his room...
***
Hide tilts his head back, almost involuntarily as he is pressed against the wall between his and Niwa's room. His hand tightens around Omi's hair, as if trying to pull the other boy away from him as their tongues tangle in a duel.
"Such impatience," he says. It is an effort to keep his voice steady still. "Let's go inside..."
Omi laughs, his soft breath ticklish against Hide's throat. "Don't you like this better yourself? Out in the corridor where anyone can see...?" The taller boy presses up against him. "Mm... Look at the way you're already reacting..." He nips the older boy's ear playfully, tauntingly. "Nakajima..."
Hide feels a tremble take over his body at that nip, a small moan escaping his lips. He turns away, pressing himself closer to the wall as if he's trying to escape Omi's grasp.
'Why... Why is he affecting me this way?' his mind is whirling. His cheeks are dusted over with red - he can't stop the flush. "...Shichijo..." he breathes out, voice unsteady. "Stop it..."
"Hm," Omi pretends to think about it. After a second, his grip on the front of Hide's shirt slackens, his hand sliding down the tie like he really is going to back off. But then he smiles, and his smile is evil.
In a voice so sweet that it had to be venomous, he says, "You don't want me to stop," and let go of Nakajima's tie to unbuckle the third year's belt.
Hide turns his head away, the blush darkening as he bites his lip. His breathing has turned ragged, and he closes his eyes, refusing to meet Shichijo. "Stop," his breath hitches. "I don't want to... Not you..."
He doesn't think so. Niwa would make such a boring, predictable lover. Just a clumsy, over-protective lout. Omi wets his lips, and then touches them to Hide's, kissing him carefully, thoroughly, until Hide starts kissing back.
"Niwa-kaichou would just slobber all over you," Omi whispers then. "Or do you like that?"
Hide's hands come up to grasp onto Omi's sleeves at the mention of Niwa, his eyes burning slightly at the thought of his unrequited love. Images of the President flash in his mind, and his hands start to shake. He tightens them into fists, unwilling to shake any (more) weaknesses to his rival.
"Don't talk to me about him," he says softly, tears gathering on his eyelids. "If you want to do it, then just do it."
"So weak, Nakajima..." Omi curled a finger under Hide's chin, tilting his head up so he could look into those sad, beautiful eyes. "That's what I hate about you. The false advertising. Putting on a strong front all the time when you're really as soft as Itou looks."
"At least he's stronger than that."
Hide laughs mirthlessly, turning away to escape that poisonous touch. "As if you can talk about false advertising, Shichijo," he says. There is still fire in his voice, though it is greatly muted. "Your fake smile... pretending to be nice and courteous to Saionji when this is what you truly are... being so gentle with him when you really prefer this... it sickens me."
"Liar," Omi simply quips as he busies himself with tugging Hide's shirt out of his pants. "You would stop me if you didn't like what we do," he reminded the older boy, "but you never. Ever. Do."
He kissed Hide then, brutally, forcing his tongue between Hide's lips, and a hand down the loosened pants.
Hide is forced even further backwards, practically slamming against the wall. He moans unwillingly into Omi's mouth at both the kiss and the unexpected touch on his cock as Omi strokes him into hardness. His hand moves upwards to bury into Omi's hand, pulling him closer as he starts to tremble at the pleasurable heat that is spreading through his body.
"You never did listen to me when I ask you to," he says, voice shaking.
"You never really mean it when you ask me, too," the younger boy sing-songs in response, leaning down to mark Hide's neck with a harsh, bruising bite of a kiss. Still stroking him, Omi works his freehand up under Hide's shirt, and pinches a nipple easily. He is far too familiar with Hide's body.
Hide moaned involuntarily, a tremble travelling up his body from his groin and he gasped. His hands twitched around the cold wall that he was pressed against, clawing against.
"Even when I mean it," he managed to say, voice breathy and eyes half-lidded. "You never listen anyway. You just do whatever you like."
"Well," what can Omi say to that? He draws back to drink in that rare, vulnerable expression on his rival's face, then shrugs, removing his hands if only to pull Hide's pants down. "I like doing you," he whispers with a fox-like grin. "And you like it too."
Hide presses his lips together in a vain effort to not make a sound as Omi continues to stroke him. His body is becoming so hot that the heat is almost unbearable. A high, dark flush colours his cheeks, and he is breathing raggedly.
"Stop... kidding... yourself," he grits out, but there is no conviction in his voice.
Omi doesn't answer him. Instead, he bends his knees and sinks down, shoving up the fabric of Hide's shirt and vest and whatnot, to drag a playful, wet kiss from his bellybutton down to the head of Hide's cock. Actions speak louder than words, after all.
"Shichijo!" Hide can't help the cry from escaping his lips as his hips buck into that sudden hot suction that had engulfed his cock. He closes his eyes, shaking with pleasure and shame - he hates that he is so weak to this, so weak towards his rival's touch, His eyes burn, tears gathering at the corners.
But he refuses to let them fall.
Omi almost laughs at Hide's reaction, except his mouth is occupied and he rather enjoys the cry his actions elicited. He stops briefly, just to remind him, "You can be louder than that," because he knows, Hide can...
And Hide wouldn't dare. Not with his precious Tetsuya-chan practically a wall away.
In response, Hide bites down even harder on his lip, breaking the skin and sending a shot of pain down his spine. He breathes shakily through it, his mouth barely open. The tears he had been holding back finally fall free, streaking his face.
"Shut up," he breathes out, his fingers tightening against the wall. "Just shut up."
At that, Omi just chuckles. He wets his fingers with his spit. That's good enough lubrication for the likes Hide, as far as he's concerned. When he resumes the blowjob, his fingers reaching down and behind to Hide's ass. There is little warning as he pushes a finger in, then two...
Hide tries to not tense up when those invading fingers press inside him so suddenly and roughly. His breath hitches, and a soft sob escapes him before he can stop it.
It hurts. More than just the physical pain... the humiliation, the shame. It hurts so much.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he turns his head to the side, refusing to meet his rival's eyes as he trembles under the onslaught.
Omi closes his eyes, just going by sound and feel. It's dark anyway, and although Hide is quiet, Omi is close enough to know just when he's doing something that's making Hide lose control.
Hide gasps, body arching up towards those fingers involuntarily and unwillingly. Omi had found his prostate, and the sudden rush of pleasure is overwhelming the pain. This… perhaps this is why he always keeps coming back; why he is so unable to refuse Omi entirely.
He is so weak.
And Omi can't resist that. When it seems as though Hide is practically about to burst, he pauses to just look at him, slowly licking his hungry lips and sliding his fingers out. His eyes are lidded, a mocking glint in those normally unfathomable orbs, like he's laughing. He stands, and then leans down to kiss the shorter boy's gaping, gasping mouth.
Hide's mouth yields beneath Omi's, his hands coming up to grasp onto the other boy's shoulders as he presses their chests together. He ignores Omi's eyes - he knows the mockery and the laughter are there, but it's so much easier if he just pretends that none of that exist, that he has some sort of control over this situation.
"Shichijo..." he breathes out the name, a tear escaping and flowing down his cheek.
***
It was too much. Tetsuya tore his eyes away from the really-well-drawn pages, utterly horrified.
"Hide... Oh my god, Hide..." He really hoped Iwai wasn't drawing from memory or something. He better not be, because if he saw this and never said anything about it - no no no, wait, it's just a manga. It's nothing like reality. Those two aren't really like that, and gah, that horrible book was on his bed now and he didn't want to touch it.
It was that scary.
Tetsuya rubbed a hand over his flushed face, groaning. "I... I need... brain bleach." He stood up, still rubbing his temple as he found the room key and walked out of his dorm room for some fresh air.
Hide crossed his arms, smirking slightly as he looked up to Omi looming above him. He shook his head, almost condescendingly, cocking his head to the side. "Should I be quivering in fear now?"
At the sound of Hide's voice, and Omi's wordless response - quiet laughter - Niwa shivered, his head jerking over towards the two guys practically pressed together against the outside of his dorm room wall.
With one hand playfully wrapped around Hide's tie, and his other hand resting against the wall beside the bespectacled boy's hair, Omi looked at Niwa and thought he looked... like a fish.
"I suppose it'd depend on whether ... Tetsuya-chan is going to have a heart attack, don't you think?"
Hide leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of Omi's ear as he whispered, "Only I am allow to call him that, Omi. You just have to content yourself with 'Tetsuya' or 'Niwa', hmm?"
His eyes slide over to glance over Tetsuya, a small, amused smile still curving his lips. But then he saw the expression on his best friend's face, and blinked.
"Tetsuya? What's wrong?"
"Saa," Omi mock whispered, "he told me I could call him Tetsuya. Don't you call him Tet-chan?" Never mind, he thought after a moment. Hide had that 'concerned for the idiot' look again, so he let go of Hide's tie and reached out to Tetsuya's, tugging him closer and simultaneously stepping back so the guy could take his place or at least fall into Hide's no doubt welcome arms.
Which... was exactly what Tetsuya ended up doing, because he was so surprised that he tripped.
Hide stepped forward instinctively, catching Tetsuya by the shoulder and keeping the older boy upright. Tetsuya seemed to be very dazed for some reason unknown - as clumsy as he usually was, it wasn't to be point of tripping over his own feet. Tetsuya was a martial artist - he knew how to keep his balance easily.
He frowned, cupping Tetsuya's cheek gently as he peered into the older boy's eyes, then every inch of his skin.
"Tetsuya? Are you alright?"
Staring into Hide's eyes, Tetsuya vividly recalled the tearful, suffering expression he'd seen in the manga. He took Hide's hands off his cheeks, clasped them together in front of his chest
"A-are you all right? Is this what you really want?"
Hide simply stared at him for a long moment. Then he blinked, opening his mouth to ask Tetsuya what did he mean, but no sound escaped his throat. He gaped like a landed goldfish for a few moments.
Why was Tetsuya acting like one of the heroes from those shoujo manga that his mother liked to collect? He blinked again, parting his lips. He pulled at his hands, trying to free them. When he speaks, his voice is filled with nothing but confusion and sheer incomprehension.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"You! And Shichijo, and, and, this corridor!"
Beside them, Omi tilted his head, eyeing the flailing idiot and trying to decide whether he was feeling more amused or insulted. He suspected that Tetsuya had some sort of problem with him before, but...
Hide glanced at Omi in utter bewilderment, but there seemed to be no help there - the other boy didn't seem to know what Tetsuya is going on about as well. He focused his attention back to Tetsuya.
"Calm down," he said, harshly and voice steel. "You're being ridiculous. What happened and what are you talking about?"
"Wha-I - You, but-" Tetsuya tried to explain himself a couple of times. And for all his skill at public speaking, there certainly wasn't a large enough group of people here for the ability to be triggered, nor did he really want there to be more people around. It was embarrassing enough, even if he wasn't sure for whom.
"Argh!" He let go of Hide's hands and scratched his head, frustrated. "Today, Taki was reading, and I saw it, and it was..." He blushed terribly. "But I confiscated it. Iwai drew it?" The last part was muttered more to himself. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Oh god," he gasped faintly, staring in horror in the direction of the book. "Did he print more?!"
Omi blinked, and then looked towards the opened door. His curiosity got the better of him.
Tetsuya gaped, momentarily dumbfound, then ran in after them and groaned when he saw Omi already leafing through the book oh so casually.
"Hm..." Omi quirked an eyebrow and flipped back to the front to read the thing slowly after that quick and juicy first scan. He couldn't help but smile, his eyes riveted on the story. The sight of that smile disturbed Tetsuya incredibly.
Hide looked at the book over Omi's shoulder, his eyes widening at a steady rate. The art was certainly beautiful - extremely realistic, with sharp lines and soft colours, looking as if they might just step out of the page at any moment. But the actual story itself... his lips twitched, and he turned around to face Tetsuya again.
"Is this the reason why are you acting so strangely?" he demanded more than asked.
Omi chuckled in anticipation for the rest of Tetsuya's answer. He didn't have to look up from what he was reading to picture the flustered older boy's face, so his just flipped a page, and continued reading until...
He just had to reach over to Hide and pull the guy onto the bed. "You would stop me if you didn't like what we do, Nakajima," Omi almost sing-songed, "but you never. Ever. Do."
Tetsuya blanched.
Hide noticed Tetsuya's expression, and felt the urge to tease him even further. He stepped back, his arms leaving Omi's shoulders and neck in a teasing caress before he dropped on one knee onto the bed. He turned around, landing on his back on the white sheets, and kicked off his shoes.
Slowly, sensually, he unbuttoned his blazer, then his vest, his eyes meeting first Omi's, then Tetsuya's. He moved a hand into his shirt, causing the white material to slide upward, exposing his washboard stomach. He smirked, eyes half-lidding as he began to pretend to pant.
"Even when I mean it," he drew his knee to his chest, arching his back slightly. "You never listen anyway." A quiet, almost-moan. "You do what you like."
"And you like it too," Omi purred. He loosened his tie and leaned in close, fingers catching Hide's wrists and curling around them almost possessively. "Or you would have stopped me when Iwai-san walked in on us in the corridor... ne?"
"He really saw it?!" Tetsuya squeaked, wide-eyed. "Y-y-you- Did you know he- I mean, did you let him draw you?!"
Hide smirked up at Omi, looking utterly unconcerned despite that he was almost being pinned to the bed. He wiggled slightly on it, trying to get a feel of the space around him. When Tetsuya spoke, he turned to face him.
Shrugging, he said, "Well, he did approach me once and asked if he could use what he saw that day as inspiration for something he's working on." His eyes turned back to Omi, and he smiled, drawing his bottom lip into his mouth and worrying on it until its red.
"I've never expected something like this, however," he continued, sounding far more amused than angry or horrified.
"Hmm," Omi laid a kiss upon one of Hide's palms, "Were you expecting an abstract painting? An exhibition maybe?" He paused and it seemed that his grin stretched wider. "There's so little of his work he actually shows people; we should pose for him more often!"
Hide laughed lightly at the kiss, leaning upwards to kiss the corner of Omi's mouth. His tongue darted out and licked at it for a moment before pulling back, smirking as widely as Omi's grin. "Perhaps we should. Then we might be able to charge royalties for the books he sells," he suggested.
“Uh... Guys," Tetsuya hazarded interrupting them. Seeing as he rather liked that 'poor starving artist' classmate of his, he really hoped they weren't being serious. Besides, it was still difficult to wrap his head around the fact that Iwai saw them and made a doujinshi about them, and if the last few pages he'd seen earlier today told him anything it was that they went all the way there!
Omi looked up at Tetsuya then. "Hm?"
Hide raised an eyebrow at the man, taking in his surprised expression. He laughed, making an intelligent guess at the thoughts running in Niwa's head. Shaking his head, he says dryly, "Don't tell me that you're actually surprised that we have sex, Niwa."
"What! No! I mean, I know! But-but-" In between Tetsuya's jumbled up words, Omi laughed and sat back up to watch as the older boy continued, "It's one thing to know that you two do have sex; we've had sex, too, but I'm- Not surprised- I'm... It's just... Knowing you two get together," Tetsuya gestured towards them with both hands as he spoke, "is different from seeing you two get together." He finished, drawing his hands back towards himself like he almost wanted to cover his eyes.
Hide blinked at him for a long moment, completely silent. Then his lips twitched slightly. He tried to stifle the laughter, but it was too difficult because Tetsuya was being absolutely ridiculous - nothing of what he just said made sense. He chuckled, muffling the sounds behind a hand as he shakes his head. "No, Tetsuya, I don't see a difference. Do enlighten me," he said, smirking.
Omi dipped down, and then nuzzled Hide's throat, and Tetsuya's eyes zoomed in the flash of pink tongue darting out playfully before the silver-haired boy pressed a series of soft kisses along the other boy's neck and jaw.
"Shouldn't we just show him?" Omi suggested, "So as to accustom, so there's no longer a difference?"
Hide tilted his head back; his eyes fluttering close as he moaned throatily. His fingers curled against the blanket, and he laughed, opening his eyes to look at Omi. His lips curved into an amused smirk.
"You just want an excuse to fuck me, Omi."
"Oh?" Omi blinked, "Do I need an excuse now?"
I think not, Tetsuya didn't say. The display in the corridor pretty much told him they were planning to get it on, but he cleared his throat, looking away. "So long as you guys... don't do it like in that book, yeah?" He scratched his nose.
Hide blinked, turning to Tetsuya. He shook his head, and his eyes were almost serious when he said solemnly, "No, we didn't, Tetsuya." He chuckled - Tetsuya really was so... easily influenced sometimes. He bit his lip and shook his head, tilting his head backwards and arching up slightly towards him.
"I don't know," he shrugged, answering the silver-haired boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you?"
"We can role play," Omi fluttered his eyelashes at him. "We can switch."
Tetsuya flushed faintly. "Can I join in?"
They were in his room, on his bed. Excited yet? Hell yes.
Hide's mind screeched to a complete halt at the question. His eyes snapped to Tetsuya, widening as his mouth fell open slightly.
"Say that again?" he barely managed to force out of his throat.
Omi's smile froze minutely. He stifled a surprising twinge of jealousy that spiked as he registered how Hide tended to answer Tetsuya before answering him. It was understandable, really. Hide had been in love with Tetsuya for how long?
No matter, he stood and walked over to Tetsuya, who couldn't seem to repeat himself. With an internal sigh, Omi reached out and took his hand.
"It would be rude of us to keep you out of your own bed, wouldn't it?"
Tetsuya flushed bright red.
Hide sat up, pushing himself up by his elbows. He had noticed the brief flash of annoyance and… something else in Omi's eyes, and was just about to answer him when Omi moved off the bed. He turned to the other two men in the room, tucking that thought to the back of his mind.
He laughed, reaching outwards and curling his fingers towards Tetsuya, meeting both of their eyes. Picking up the book with another hand, he raised an eyebrow at it. "If I want to switch, would you promise to not act like how I do in here?" he asked Omi, a sardonic smile curving his lips.
"Why, the thought never crossed my mind," Omi beamed, but his eyes sparkled with mischief, suggesting otherwise. Still, he nodded good-naturedly. "I don't think Tetsuya could take it if I did... ne, Niwa-kaichou?"
It was the same, slightly condescending teasing tone he usually reserved for Tetsuya, but the flirtatious overtone made the older boy's skin prickle. Actually, it might have been due to Omi's fingers stroking his palm.
"Uh... I, uh-"
Hide shook his head, tutting quietly. He put the book down on the nightstand, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before he stood in one long, fluid motion. He walked over to Omi - perhaps it could be better described as a prowl - and placed two fingers against the other boy's lips.
"Now, now, let's not tease Tetsuya too much, hmm?"
His head ducked downwards, bangs falling to cover the scheming glint in his eyes as he looked upwards to meet Omi's, and hiding the small, challenging smirk on his lips as well. Slowly, languidly, he pulled away from Omi and turned to face Tetsuya.
He reached out a hand, fingers brushing briefly over the skin of the older boy's chin. He curled his fingers inwards, forcing Tetsuya to watch him. Beckoning him closer.
Tetsuya let out a shallow breath in disbelief. "H... Hide... Shichi- I mean, Omi!" He gasped, finding himself incredibly turned on. "Shouldn't we uh," he clutched Hide and Omi's hands as he continued, "Get Kaoru in here as well?"
Omi blinked, somewhat impressed by Tetsuya's restraint. He had figured that the guy would just pounce on Hide or something, and pin him to the bed immediately. Something like that.
With a small genuine smile, he reached for the cell phone in his pocket with his free hand and found Kaoru's number on quick-dial. "Then here," he handed it over to Tetsuya. "Invite him over.”
Hide felt his lips curve into a smile as he watched Tetsuya fumble with the phone, nearly dropping it. Well, well, it seemed that Tetsuya was indeed a very fast learner, after all. He raised an eyebrow at the older boy, leaning back against Omi and rocking his hips just so slightly even as his hand reached forward, hooking two fingers in Tetsuya's belt loop, worrying and tugging at it.
Teasing.
Warily, Tetsuya pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear, his eyes straying downwards at the tug at his hip to follow up to Hide's smirking lips.
Maa... that tease!
Omi chuckled bemusedly, slipping an arm around Hide's waist with the barest hint of possessiveness. In a mock whisper he asked, "How much teasing is too much, hm?"
Hide laughed, deep and low in his throat as he arched his back slightly, leaning his head against Omi's shoulder. "Why, when I say it is, of course."
His hand travelled a little down Tetsuya’s trousers, brushing against the bulge with light fingers.
Tetsuya dipped his head then, tongue darting out to wet his own lips before he kissed Hide's mouth quite soundly in retaliation. He could just hear the dial-tone anyway.
Kaoru raised his eyes from the book that he was reading leisurely - Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra - to his vibrating phone on his desk. He glanced at the clock - it was late afternoon, almost sunset - both far too early and far too late for him to be disturbed, usually. Who could be calling him?
Flipping open his phone, he answered crisply, "Hello?" And... blinked.
There was heavy breathing in the background, and a soft sort of noise that Kaoru could also recognize. His brows creased slightly in irritation. "Is this a prank call?" he asked, irritably.
"Na- No?" Tetsuya drew back from Hide with a sheepish smile. He licked his lips, laughed lightly, and cleared his throat. "Hey... Kaoru... Hide and Omi are in my room right now and..." He trailed off, catching Hide and Omi's eyes. "Come over, na?"
Kaoru raised an eyebrow at the breathy tone, knowing perfectly well that Tetsuya wouldn't see it. After hearing those noises, he had a pretty good idea what Omi and Hide were doing in Tetsuya's room. He glanced at the almost finished book, and considered his options: he could finish his book, or he could put it down and go to Tetsuya's room.
It was a no-brainer.
"Alright," he answered before snapping the phone shut. Throwing it on the bed, he closed the book without marking the page and threw it as well. He strode out of the door.
End
Continued in Surfacing: Fulfilled
- Sequel to Roundabout
Characters/Pairings: Niwa/Nakajima/Shichijo/Saionji
Ratings: R
Words: 4742
Summary: Tetsuya finds a very interesting book... What are Hide and Omi doing?!
At first, Tetsuya was just concerned. Shunsuke looked like he was hyperventilating in a corner of the canteen, as opposed to making everyone else around him laugh with his standup comedy. Highly unusual indeed. Especially because the thing that was killing him looked like a... a manga?
"Oi, oi," he plucked the book out of the boy's hands. "What are you-"
He'd flipped the book around by then, finding himself staring at... awfully well-rendered illustrations of Hide and... and, "Shichijo- O-Omi?"
Kissing.
"What is this?!"
Taki blinked, flailing slightly as he leaned away from the person who had just crept up on him. He scrambled to the side when he realized just who (Nakajima-san's lover!) it was, trying to hide his red face.
“Um... ano..," he scratched the back of his neck. Wrecking his brain for a reason or an excuse came up with nothing. So he just decided to run away. But that would make him look even more guilty... argh he wasn't good at thinking up this sort of thing!
"I didn't make it I got it from Iwai-san!" he called out as he ran away from a potential Niwa-explosion.
Tetsuya was ready to chase the kid down, except, "Iwai?" His skid to a halt outside of the building and flipped the book close to see the cover. Gods, it looked professionally done, the essence of Hide and Omi captured so well in a pose where they stood back to back, like back when they were rivals instead of lovers, but... but... no name, just, "BL Doujinshi: Heaven Series 4" printed like a logo of an established publication... series.
"What. Is. This?" Tetsuya muttered to himself this time. But the bell rang, and it was time for class. Startled, he stuffed the book in his bag, and pushed it to the back of his mind, forgetting about it until... the end of the day when he got back to his room...
***
Hide tilts his head back, almost involuntarily as he is pressed against the wall between his and Niwa's room. His hand tightens around Omi's hair, as if trying to pull the other boy away from him as their tongues tangle in a duel.
"Such impatience," he says. It is an effort to keep his voice steady still. "Let's go inside..."
Omi laughs, his soft breath ticklish against Hide's throat. "Don't you like this better yourself? Out in the corridor where anyone can see...?" The taller boy presses up against him. "Mm... Look at the way you're already reacting..." He nips the older boy's ear playfully, tauntingly. "Nakajima..."
Hide feels a tremble take over his body at that nip, a small moan escaping his lips. He turns away, pressing himself closer to the wall as if he's trying to escape Omi's grasp.
'Why... Why is he affecting me this way?' his mind is whirling. His cheeks are dusted over with red - he can't stop the flush. "...Shichijo..." he breathes out, voice unsteady. "Stop it..."
"Hm," Omi pretends to think about it. After a second, his grip on the front of Hide's shirt slackens, his hand sliding down the tie like he really is going to back off. But then he smiles, and his smile is evil.
In a voice so sweet that it had to be venomous, he says, "You don't want me to stop," and let go of Nakajima's tie to unbuckle the third year's belt.
Hide turns his head away, the blush darkening as he bites his lip. His breathing has turned ragged, and he closes his eyes, refusing to meet Shichijo. "Stop," his breath hitches. "I don't want to... Not you..."
He doesn't think so. Niwa would make such a boring, predictable lover. Just a clumsy, over-protective lout. Omi wets his lips, and then touches them to Hide's, kissing him carefully, thoroughly, until Hide starts kissing back.
"Niwa-kaichou would just slobber all over you," Omi whispers then. "Or do you like that?"
Hide's hands come up to grasp onto Omi's sleeves at the mention of Niwa, his eyes burning slightly at the thought of his unrequited love. Images of the President flash in his mind, and his hands start to shake. He tightens them into fists, unwilling to shake any (more) weaknesses to his rival.
"Don't talk to me about him," he says softly, tears gathering on his eyelids. "If you want to do it, then just do it."
"So weak, Nakajima..." Omi curled a finger under Hide's chin, tilting his head up so he could look into those sad, beautiful eyes. "That's what I hate about you. The false advertising. Putting on a strong front all the time when you're really as soft as Itou looks."
"At least he's stronger than that."
Hide laughs mirthlessly, turning away to escape that poisonous touch. "As if you can talk about false advertising, Shichijo," he says. There is still fire in his voice, though it is greatly muted. "Your fake smile... pretending to be nice and courteous to Saionji when this is what you truly are... being so gentle with him when you really prefer this... it sickens me."
"Liar," Omi simply quips as he busies himself with tugging Hide's shirt out of his pants. "You would stop me if you didn't like what we do," he reminded the older boy, "but you never. Ever. Do."
He kissed Hide then, brutally, forcing his tongue between Hide's lips, and a hand down the loosened pants.
Hide is forced even further backwards, practically slamming against the wall. He moans unwillingly into Omi's mouth at both the kiss and the unexpected touch on his cock as Omi strokes him into hardness. His hand moves upwards to bury into Omi's hand, pulling him closer as he starts to tremble at the pleasurable heat that is spreading through his body.
"You never did listen to me when I ask you to," he says, voice shaking.
"You never really mean it when you ask me, too," the younger boy sing-songs in response, leaning down to mark Hide's neck with a harsh, bruising bite of a kiss. Still stroking him, Omi works his freehand up under Hide's shirt, and pinches a nipple easily. He is far too familiar with Hide's body.
Hide moaned involuntarily, a tremble travelling up his body from his groin and he gasped. His hands twitched around the cold wall that he was pressed against, clawing against.
"Even when I mean it," he managed to say, voice breathy and eyes half-lidded. "You never listen anyway. You just do whatever you like."
"Well," what can Omi say to that? He draws back to drink in that rare, vulnerable expression on his rival's face, then shrugs, removing his hands if only to pull Hide's pants down. "I like doing you," he whispers with a fox-like grin. "And you like it too."
Hide presses his lips together in a vain effort to not make a sound as Omi continues to stroke him. His body is becoming so hot that the heat is almost unbearable. A high, dark flush colours his cheeks, and he is breathing raggedly.
"Stop... kidding... yourself," he grits out, but there is no conviction in his voice.
Omi doesn't answer him. Instead, he bends his knees and sinks down, shoving up the fabric of Hide's shirt and vest and whatnot, to drag a playful, wet kiss from his bellybutton down to the head of Hide's cock. Actions speak louder than words, after all.
"Shichijo!" Hide can't help the cry from escaping his lips as his hips buck into that sudden hot suction that had engulfed his cock. He closes his eyes, shaking with pleasure and shame - he hates that he is so weak to this, so weak towards his rival's touch, His eyes burn, tears gathering at the corners.
But he refuses to let them fall.
Omi almost laughs at Hide's reaction, except his mouth is occupied and he rather enjoys the cry his actions elicited. He stops briefly, just to remind him, "You can be louder than that," because he knows, Hide can...
And Hide wouldn't dare. Not with his precious Tetsuya-chan practically a wall away.
In response, Hide bites down even harder on his lip, breaking the skin and sending a shot of pain down his spine. He breathes shakily through it, his mouth barely open. The tears he had been holding back finally fall free, streaking his face.
"Shut up," he breathes out, his fingers tightening against the wall. "Just shut up."
At that, Omi just chuckles. He wets his fingers with his spit. That's good enough lubrication for the likes Hide, as far as he's concerned. When he resumes the blowjob, his fingers reaching down and behind to Hide's ass. There is little warning as he pushes a finger in, then two...
Hide tries to not tense up when those invading fingers press inside him so suddenly and roughly. His breath hitches, and a soft sob escapes him before he can stop it.
It hurts. More than just the physical pain... the humiliation, the shame. It hurts so much.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he turns his head to the side, refusing to meet his rival's eyes as he trembles under the onslaught.
Omi closes his eyes, just going by sound and feel. It's dark anyway, and although Hide is quiet, Omi is close enough to know just when he's doing something that's making Hide lose control.
Hide gasps, body arching up towards those fingers involuntarily and unwillingly. Omi had found his prostate, and the sudden rush of pleasure is overwhelming the pain. This… perhaps this is why he always keeps coming back; why he is so unable to refuse Omi entirely.
He is so weak.
And Omi can't resist that. When it seems as though Hide is practically about to burst, he pauses to just look at him, slowly licking his hungry lips and sliding his fingers out. His eyes are lidded, a mocking glint in those normally unfathomable orbs, like he's laughing. He stands, and then leans down to kiss the shorter boy's gaping, gasping mouth.
Hide's mouth yields beneath Omi's, his hands coming up to grasp onto the other boy's shoulders as he presses their chests together. He ignores Omi's eyes - he knows the mockery and the laughter are there, but it's so much easier if he just pretends that none of that exist, that he has some sort of control over this situation.
"Shichijo..." he breathes out the name, a tear escaping and flowing down his cheek.
***
It was too much. Tetsuya tore his eyes away from the really-well-drawn pages, utterly horrified.
"Hide... Oh my god, Hide..." He really hoped Iwai wasn't drawing from memory or something. He better not be, because if he saw this and never said anything about it - no no no, wait, it's just a manga. It's nothing like reality. Those two aren't really like that, and gah, that horrible book was on his bed now and he didn't want to touch it.
It was that scary.
Tetsuya rubbed a hand over his flushed face, groaning. "I... I need... brain bleach." He stood up, still rubbing his temple as he found the room key and walked out of his dorm room for some fresh air.
Hide crossed his arms, smirking slightly as he looked up to Omi looming above him. He shook his head, almost condescendingly, cocking his head to the side. "Should I be quivering in fear now?"
At the sound of Hide's voice, and Omi's wordless response - quiet laughter - Niwa shivered, his head jerking over towards the two guys practically pressed together against the outside of his dorm room wall.
With one hand playfully wrapped around Hide's tie, and his other hand resting against the wall beside the bespectacled boy's hair, Omi looked at Niwa and thought he looked... like a fish.
"I suppose it'd depend on whether ... Tetsuya-chan is going to have a heart attack, don't you think?"
Hide leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of Omi's ear as he whispered, "Only I am allow to call him that, Omi. You just have to content yourself with 'Tetsuya' or 'Niwa', hmm?"
His eyes slide over to glance over Tetsuya, a small, amused smile still curving his lips. But then he saw the expression on his best friend's face, and blinked.
"Tetsuya? What's wrong?"
"Saa," Omi mock whispered, "he told me I could call him Tetsuya. Don't you call him Tet-chan?" Never mind, he thought after a moment. Hide had that 'concerned for the idiot' look again, so he let go of Hide's tie and reached out to Tetsuya's, tugging him closer and simultaneously stepping back so the guy could take his place or at least fall into Hide's no doubt welcome arms.
Which... was exactly what Tetsuya ended up doing, because he was so surprised that he tripped.
Hide stepped forward instinctively, catching Tetsuya by the shoulder and keeping the older boy upright. Tetsuya seemed to be very dazed for some reason unknown - as clumsy as he usually was, it wasn't to be point of tripping over his own feet. Tetsuya was a martial artist - he knew how to keep his balance easily.
He frowned, cupping Tetsuya's cheek gently as he peered into the older boy's eyes, then every inch of his skin.
"Tetsuya? Are you alright?"
Staring into Hide's eyes, Tetsuya vividly recalled the tearful, suffering expression he'd seen in the manga. He took Hide's hands off his cheeks, clasped them together in front of his chest
"A-are you all right? Is this what you really want?"
Hide simply stared at him for a long moment. Then he blinked, opening his mouth to ask Tetsuya what did he mean, but no sound escaped his throat. He gaped like a landed goldfish for a few moments.
Why was Tetsuya acting like one of the heroes from those shoujo manga that his mother liked to collect? He blinked again, parting his lips. He pulled at his hands, trying to free them. When he speaks, his voice is filled with nothing but confusion and sheer incomprehension.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"You! And Shichijo, and, and, this corridor!"
Beside them, Omi tilted his head, eyeing the flailing idiot and trying to decide whether he was feeling more amused or insulted. He suspected that Tetsuya had some sort of problem with him before, but...
Hide glanced at Omi in utter bewilderment, but there seemed to be no help there - the other boy didn't seem to know what Tetsuya is going on about as well. He focused his attention back to Tetsuya.
"Calm down," he said, harshly and voice steel. "You're being ridiculous. What happened and what are you talking about?"
"Wha-I - You, but-" Tetsuya tried to explain himself a couple of times. And for all his skill at public speaking, there certainly wasn't a large enough group of people here for the ability to be triggered, nor did he really want there to be more people around. It was embarrassing enough, even if he wasn't sure for whom.
"Argh!" He let go of Hide's hands and scratched his head, frustrated. "Today, Taki was reading, and I saw it, and it was..." He blushed terribly. "But I confiscated it. Iwai drew it?" The last part was muttered more to himself. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Oh god," he gasped faintly, staring in horror in the direction of the book. "Did he print more?!"
Omi blinked, and then looked towards the opened door. His curiosity got the better of him.
Tetsuya gaped, momentarily dumbfound, then ran in after them and groaned when he saw Omi already leafing through the book oh so casually.
"Hm..." Omi quirked an eyebrow and flipped back to the front to read the thing slowly after that quick and juicy first scan. He couldn't help but smile, his eyes riveted on the story. The sight of that smile disturbed Tetsuya incredibly.
Hide looked at the book over Omi's shoulder, his eyes widening at a steady rate. The art was certainly beautiful - extremely realistic, with sharp lines and soft colours, looking as if they might just step out of the page at any moment. But the actual story itself... his lips twitched, and he turned around to face Tetsuya again.
"Is this the reason why are you acting so strangely?" he demanded more than asked.
Omi chuckled in anticipation for the rest of Tetsuya's answer. He didn't have to look up from what he was reading to picture the flustered older boy's face, so his just flipped a page, and continued reading until...
He just had to reach over to Hide and pull the guy onto the bed. "You would stop me if you didn't like what we do, Nakajima," Omi almost sing-songed, "but you never. Ever. Do."
Tetsuya blanched.
Hide noticed Tetsuya's expression, and felt the urge to tease him even further. He stepped back, his arms leaving Omi's shoulders and neck in a teasing caress before he dropped on one knee onto the bed. He turned around, landing on his back on the white sheets, and kicked off his shoes.
Slowly, sensually, he unbuttoned his blazer, then his vest, his eyes meeting first Omi's, then Tetsuya's. He moved a hand into his shirt, causing the white material to slide upward, exposing his washboard stomach. He smirked, eyes half-lidding as he began to pretend to pant.
"Even when I mean it," he drew his knee to his chest, arching his back slightly. "You never listen anyway." A quiet, almost-moan. "You do what you like."
"And you like it too," Omi purred. He loosened his tie and leaned in close, fingers catching Hide's wrists and curling around them almost possessively. "Or you would have stopped me when Iwai-san walked in on us in the corridor... ne?"
"He really saw it?!" Tetsuya squeaked, wide-eyed. "Y-y-you- Did you know he- I mean, did you let him draw you?!"
Hide smirked up at Omi, looking utterly unconcerned despite that he was almost being pinned to the bed. He wiggled slightly on it, trying to get a feel of the space around him. When Tetsuya spoke, he turned to face him.
Shrugging, he said, "Well, he did approach me once and asked if he could use what he saw that day as inspiration for something he's working on." His eyes turned back to Omi, and he smiled, drawing his bottom lip into his mouth and worrying on it until its red.
"I've never expected something like this, however," he continued, sounding far more amused than angry or horrified.
"Hmm," Omi laid a kiss upon one of Hide's palms, "Were you expecting an abstract painting? An exhibition maybe?" He paused and it seemed that his grin stretched wider. "There's so little of his work he actually shows people; we should pose for him more often!"
Hide laughed lightly at the kiss, leaning upwards to kiss the corner of Omi's mouth. His tongue darted out and licked at it for a moment before pulling back, smirking as widely as Omi's grin. "Perhaps we should. Then we might be able to charge royalties for the books he sells," he suggested.
“Uh... Guys," Tetsuya hazarded interrupting them. Seeing as he rather liked that 'poor starving artist' classmate of his, he really hoped they weren't being serious. Besides, it was still difficult to wrap his head around the fact that Iwai saw them and made a doujinshi about them, and if the last few pages he'd seen earlier today told him anything it was that they went all the way there!
Omi looked up at Tetsuya then. "Hm?"
Hide raised an eyebrow at the man, taking in his surprised expression. He laughed, making an intelligent guess at the thoughts running in Niwa's head. Shaking his head, he says dryly, "Don't tell me that you're actually surprised that we have sex, Niwa."
"What! No! I mean, I know! But-but-" In between Tetsuya's jumbled up words, Omi laughed and sat back up to watch as the older boy continued, "It's one thing to know that you two do have sex; we've had sex, too, but I'm- Not surprised- I'm... It's just... Knowing you two get together," Tetsuya gestured towards them with both hands as he spoke, "is different from seeing you two get together." He finished, drawing his hands back towards himself like he almost wanted to cover his eyes.
Hide blinked at him for a long moment, completely silent. Then his lips twitched slightly. He tried to stifle the laughter, but it was too difficult because Tetsuya was being absolutely ridiculous - nothing of what he just said made sense. He chuckled, muffling the sounds behind a hand as he shakes his head. "No, Tetsuya, I don't see a difference. Do enlighten me," he said, smirking.
Omi dipped down, and then nuzzled Hide's throat, and Tetsuya's eyes zoomed in the flash of pink tongue darting out playfully before the silver-haired boy pressed a series of soft kisses along the other boy's neck and jaw.
"Shouldn't we just show him?" Omi suggested, "So as to accustom, so there's no longer a difference?"
Hide tilted his head back; his eyes fluttering close as he moaned throatily. His fingers curled against the blanket, and he laughed, opening his eyes to look at Omi. His lips curved into an amused smirk.
"You just want an excuse to fuck me, Omi."
"Oh?" Omi blinked, "Do I need an excuse now?"
I think not, Tetsuya didn't say. The display in the corridor pretty much told him they were planning to get it on, but he cleared his throat, looking away. "So long as you guys... don't do it like in that book, yeah?" He scratched his nose.
Hide blinked, turning to Tetsuya. He shook his head, and his eyes were almost serious when he said solemnly, "No, we didn't, Tetsuya." He chuckled - Tetsuya really was so... easily influenced sometimes. He bit his lip and shook his head, tilting his head backwards and arching up slightly towards him.
"I don't know," he shrugged, answering the silver-haired boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you?"
"We can role play," Omi fluttered his eyelashes at him. "We can switch."
Tetsuya flushed faintly. "Can I join in?"
They were in his room, on his bed. Excited yet? Hell yes.
Hide's mind screeched to a complete halt at the question. His eyes snapped to Tetsuya, widening as his mouth fell open slightly.
"Say that again?" he barely managed to force out of his throat.
Omi's smile froze minutely. He stifled a surprising twinge of jealousy that spiked as he registered how Hide tended to answer Tetsuya before answering him. It was understandable, really. Hide had been in love with Tetsuya for how long?
No matter, he stood and walked over to Tetsuya, who couldn't seem to repeat himself. With an internal sigh, Omi reached out and took his hand.
"It would be rude of us to keep you out of your own bed, wouldn't it?"
Tetsuya flushed bright red.
Hide sat up, pushing himself up by his elbows. He had noticed the brief flash of annoyance and… something else in Omi's eyes, and was just about to answer him when Omi moved off the bed. He turned to the other two men in the room, tucking that thought to the back of his mind.
He laughed, reaching outwards and curling his fingers towards Tetsuya, meeting both of their eyes. Picking up the book with another hand, he raised an eyebrow at it. "If I want to switch, would you promise to not act like how I do in here?" he asked Omi, a sardonic smile curving his lips.
"Why, the thought never crossed my mind," Omi beamed, but his eyes sparkled with mischief, suggesting otherwise. Still, he nodded good-naturedly. "I don't think Tetsuya could take it if I did... ne, Niwa-kaichou?"
It was the same, slightly condescending teasing tone he usually reserved for Tetsuya, but the flirtatious overtone made the older boy's skin prickle. Actually, it might have been due to Omi's fingers stroking his palm.
"Uh... I, uh-"
Hide shook his head, tutting quietly. He put the book down on the nightstand, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before he stood in one long, fluid motion. He walked over to Omi - perhaps it could be better described as a prowl - and placed two fingers against the other boy's lips.
"Now, now, let's not tease Tetsuya too much, hmm?"
His head ducked downwards, bangs falling to cover the scheming glint in his eyes as he looked upwards to meet Omi's, and hiding the small, challenging smirk on his lips as well. Slowly, languidly, he pulled away from Omi and turned to face Tetsuya.
He reached out a hand, fingers brushing briefly over the skin of the older boy's chin. He curled his fingers inwards, forcing Tetsuya to watch him. Beckoning him closer.
Tetsuya let out a shallow breath in disbelief. "H... Hide... Shichi- I mean, Omi!" He gasped, finding himself incredibly turned on. "Shouldn't we uh," he clutched Hide and Omi's hands as he continued, "Get Kaoru in here as well?"
Omi blinked, somewhat impressed by Tetsuya's restraint. He had figured that the guy would just pounce on Hide or something, and pin him to the bed immediately. Something like that.
With a small genuine smile, he reached for the cell phone in his pocket with his free hand and found Kaoru's number on quick-dial. "Then here," he handed it over to Tetsuya. "Invite him over.”
Hide felt his lips curve into a smile as he watched Tetsuya fumble with the phone, nearly dropping it. Well, well, it seemed that Tetsuya was indeed a very fast learner, after all. He raised an eyebrow at the older boy, leaning back against Omi and rocking his hips just so slightly even as his hand reached forward, hooking two fingers in Tetsuya's belt loop, worrying and tugging at it.
Teasing.
Warily, Tetsuya pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear, his eyes straying downwards at the tug at his hip to follow up to Hide's smirking lips.
Maa... that tease!
Omi chuckled bemusedly, slipping an arm around Hide's waist with the barest hint of possessiveness. In a mock whisper he asked, "How much teasing is too much, hm?"
Hide laughed, deep and low in his throat as he arched his back slightly, leaning his head against Omi's shoulder. "Why, when I say it is, of course."
His hand travelled a little down Tetsuya’s trousers, brushing against the bulge with light fingers.
Tetsuya dipped his head then, tongue darting out to wet his own lips before he kissed Hide's mouth quite soundly in retaliation. He could just hear the dial-tone anyway.
Kaoru raised his eyes from the book that he was reading leisurely - Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra - to his vibrating phone on his desk. He glanced at the clock - it was late afternoon, almost sunset - both far too early and far too late for him to be disturbed, usually. Who could be calling him?
Flipping open his phone, he answered crisply, "Hello?" And... blinked.
There was heavy breathing in the background, and a soft sort of noise that Kaoru could also recognize. His brows creased slightly in irritation. "Is this a prank call?" he asked, irritably.
"Na- No?" Tetsuya drew back from Hide with a sheepish smile. He licked his lips, laughed lightly, and cleared his throat. "Hey... Kaoru... Hide and Omi are in my room right now and..." He trailed off, catching Hide and Omi's eyes. "Come over, na?"
Kaoru raised an eyebrow at the breathy tone, knowing perfectly well that Tetsuya wouldn't see it. After hearing those noises, he had a pretty good idea what Omi and Hide were doing in Tetsuya's room. He glanced at the almost finished book, and considered his options: he could finish his book, or he could put it down and go to Tetsuya's room.
It was a no-brainer.
"Alright," he answered before snapping the phone shut. Throwing it on the bed, he closed the book without marking the page and threw it as well. He strode out of the door.
End
Continued in Surfacing: Fulfilled