Close Quarters

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Chapter 1 – Sake Dreams

Sano was frustrated.

Noe, Sekime and Nakatsu had invaded his and Mizuki’s room this evening, celebrating the end of fall classes and the beginning of the holiday break. They had “borrowed” sake from Dr. Umeda’s infirmary stash, and proceeded to drink well into the night. The dorm was mostly empty, as many students had already left for home.

The carousing had lasted for several hours, with Nakatsu hanging on Mizuki for much of the time, tipsily proclaiming his love for the longer haired “boy.” Mizuki had laughed good-naturedly, blushing. Noe and Sekime teased Nakatsu mercilessly, causing mock fights with Osaka’s “Burning Lion.” Finally, Nakatsu had passed out on the floor, Mizuki fell asleep at the table, and Noe and Sekime stumbled out into the hallway, eventually going back to their own room.

The intrusion and partying weren’t the source of Sano’s frustration. While irritating, they paled in comparison to what had slowly been getting to him for months.

Mizuki.

Her presence in his life was a blessing and a curse. He got to live every day by her side, keeping her protected from the dangers of an all-boys school. He ate with her, took class with her and occasionally, when she sleepwalked into his bed, slept with her in his arms.

But she was always just out of reach. He knew she was a girl, but couldn’t tell her he knew for fear of jeopardizing her attendance at Osaka High. She would be expelled in a heartbeat. Her brother would take her back to America, and Sano would never see her again.

The tension was beginning to get to him. He often caught himself admiring the curve of her rear in the tailored school trousers, or wanting to caress her hair and back when she was upset. Her brown eyes caught his like a snare whenever he looked at her, the emotions within pulling him in like a whirlpool. How he’d love to see those eyes filled with passion, soft and heavy-lidded from his touches. . .

The cold showers were no longer reducing his desires, and the workout from high jumping just made him think of her more. Nakatsu’s constant hanging over Mizuki did nothing to quell his dark thoughts, instead inciting slight jealousy at the thought of Nakatsu possessing Mizuki’s affections completely. He was friends with the obnoxious bottle blonde, but he resented Nakatsu for being able to openly voice what Sano had felt for over a year.

Sano looked out at the cold night, and took the last swig of the small glass of sake he had snuck when the guys weren’t looking. He needed the drink, low tolerance and kissing rumors be damned.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold out without touching her.

Sano let his head loll back against the post of the bunk bed, sake taking the edge off of his inner musings. He closed his eyes, slipping into a light doze.

Mizuki woke up with a slight start from a very interesting dream. She dreamt she was entering the milky Hokkaido hotspring, following low male voices around the rocks and islets. The dream was so real, she was almost able to feel the steam in the room from the warm water. As she rounded a large outcropping, she came to Sano and Nakatsu, strong athletic chests dewy with moisture, talking in the spring. In the dream they noticed her, smirked to each other before rising, loins barely clothed in dripping towels, and advanced on her sensually.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Mizuki,” dream-Sano had said. “Do you want to have us both?”

“Are you ready?” dream-Nakatsu murmured, both reaching an arm out to her. Heat had pooled into her midsection at the sultry looks both boys were giving her. She had reached her hands out to each of theirs in the dream, suddenly nude.

Then she woke up.

Mizuki groaned lightly at the now-familiar sexual frustration. She had been having dreams about Sano for a long time, but Nakatsu had been a recent addition. The blonde was always a good friend, but she was beginning to lust after him almost as much as Sano. Sano definitely held first claim on her heart, but Nakatsu had been there for her as well.

Mizuki sighed and stretched in the now darkened room, the light of Sano’s desk lamp the only illumination. She almost laughed at Nakatsu’s (sexy) sprawled form on the floor. She ogled him for a moment, relishing in the opportunity to examine his athletic body unnoticed. After staring her fill, she saw him shiver and mutter slightly. He’d get cold if she didn’t find a blanket. She looked around to see what spares she had lying around.

Mizuki’s breath caught in her chest as she noticed Sano. He was sitting by the window, head set back against the bedpost. The warm light of the desk lamp cast delightful shadows on his face and body, defining his lines and features. The moonlight from the window provided a cool contrast, making his hair look blue-black and iridescent.

He was undeniably sexy, and completely unattainable. Mizuki kept telling herself that it was enough to just stay by his side. But every time she saw couples on the street, or blushing girls fawning over the Osaka boys, the need for him deepened.

The light on his lean form cast a strange spell over Mizuki. Before she knew what she was doing, her slightly swaying feet had taken her softly over to him. She just had to be closer.

She knelt down, taking him in. A hand reached towards him unbidden. Mizuki froze as he inhaled deeply and sighed. Her heart thundered in her chest at his light movement, caught in-between fear and desire.

‘Just one kiss, that will get me through. After all, he is asleep.’

She slowly rose to stand on her knees in front of him. Her heartbeat doubled as her face neared his. She reached up a hand, and carefully brushed an errant strand of hair behind his ear.

Mizuki gasped as a strong hand suddenly grasped her wrist. Sano’s eyes popped open, almost black in the dim light. Neither moved.

Sano reacted when he felt a light touch near his face. He froze when the object of his desires appeared in front of his face, eyes wide.

“S-sano,” she stammered softly.

His name on her lips broke the dam inside. He pulled her onto him with a tug on her wrist, lips crashing onto hers in barely leashed passion. His arms surrounded her body, one hand spanning her back, the other roaming further down to encourage her to straddle him. He nipped lightly on her lower lip in askance, and she gladly opened for him. The hand on her back slid up to cup the back of her neck as he sought to deepen the kiss.

Mizuki was lost in a whorl of sensation. Sano’s kiss was strong, demanding, and incredibly sensual. His hands drew fiery trails down her back, and his desire for her was obvious as she straddled his hips. His hands traced towards her waist, fingers reaching under the bottom of her t-shirt.

Panic shot through Mizuki as she realized what he was doing, where his hands were, where his lips were. She put her hands on his chest and pushed away from him, breaking the kiss. Surprise and a bit of irritation laced through his eyes as he tried to pull her close again. She resisted. He still thought she was a boy!

“Sano, wait, there’s something I need to tell you,” she whispered, feeling fuzzy from the drinking and his kiss.

His look was inscrutable as he leaned his forehead on hers, a breath away from her lips. His large, strong hands traveled up her vest, and he cupped where her restrained breasts were.

“Mizuki, I know.”

“W-what?” she stammered, his closeness intoxicating.

“I’ve known for a very long time.” Hands deftly slipped her t-shirt over her head, briefly breaking their contact. “Just a little longer than I’ve been in love with you.”

Mizuki stared at him a moment in disbelief. All this time, and he’d known, and protected her. And . . . he loved her.

All rational thought left her as he kissed her again. His tongue dominated her mouth as one hand roamed her back. His other hand grasped the zipper of her vest and slowly pulled.

Sano tossed the vest aside and cupped her breasts in both hands. Mizuki groaned into his mouth at the heat of his touches and the feelings he was causing in her. Heat pooled lower in her center as he began kissing down her neck and towards her chest. Long fingers skillfully rolled her nipples into hard points. Mizuki moaned louder as Sano’s lips closed hungrily over one rosy peak.

Nakatsu was having the best dream. Mizuki had admitted that he loved him, and was giving him a tantalizing strip show. He slowly was unbuttoning his uniform shirt from around his petite frame, back to Nakatsu, and drew the shirt down around to hang at his elbows. Slowly, he turned around and Nakatsu took in his full lips, pale neck, perky breasts. . .

Nakatsu’s eyes flew open. His hard-on was immediately noticeable, heavy and uncomfortable in his track pants. Dreams of Mizuki plagued him almost every night, always with Mizuki becoming a girl as he woke up. He almost started seeing things during the daytime, swearing that Mizuki’s voice was a bit higher, or seeing a slight curve on his chest. In fact, he could practically hear Mizuki moaning right now.

He blinked, and lifted his head slightly. What he saw set his already hard member into a near painful state. Mizuki was straddling Sano’s lap, head thrown back in ecstasy. Sano had his head buried in Mizuki’s chest, caressing and kissing . . . breasts.

Nakatsu sat up quickly, eyes wide. Sano lazily lifted his head from Mizuki’s chest and caught his eyes, watching him, seemingly waiting for something.

Mizuki’s hands fluttered to Sano’s hair, wanting to know why he stopped his ministrations. She opened her eyes to look at him, and followed his gaze. She gasped lightly at Nakatsu’s stare, and blushed as she noticed the tent in his pants.

Almost afraid to break the heavy spell that hung over them, Nakatsu slowly shifted to his hands and knees, crawling closer to the couple. Mizuki watched his graceful approach, noting how his athletic form moved almost predatorily towards them. Sano kept still, not relinquishing his hold on her breasts.

Nakatsu stopped a foot from them, and sat back on his heels. Were they real?

“Is. . .” he licked his lips and swallowed, voice hoarse. “Am I dreaming?”

Mizuki blinked, unsure how to respond. Sano merely stared.

Nakatsu reached out a shaking hand and gently touched Mizuki’s shoulder, drawing his hand down her back. She was warm, and soft. Sano watched carefully as Mizuki shuddered slightly under Nakatsu’s caress.

“You . . .are a girl,” he said, bringing his hand back up to gently cup her face.

“Y-yes, I had to keep it a secret to stay,” Mizuki stammered, mind reeling at being half naked in front of the two men she desired the most.

“I see,” he replied. Not moving his hand from Mizuki, he looked at Sano questioningly.

Sano had taken in the look that Nakatsu was giving the couple, and Mizuki’s reaction to Nakatsu’s touches. He wanted her by his side always. However, if he had to share, it would only be with Nakatsu, someone who cared for her just as passionately. He turned to Mizuki.

“Mizuki,” Sano said lowly, drawing her gaze to him. Nakatsu released her face, but left his warm hand on her shoulder. “The choice is yours.”

Mizuki stiffened slightly. She had to choose? She opened her mouth to protest. Sano’s eyes bored into hers. He wasn’t finished.

“Do you want to have us both?”

A streak of arousal lanced straight down to her core at his words. She couldn’t help but to shift slightly on him, pressing her damp center against the hardness in his pants.

“Can I really?”

Nakatsu and Sano both chuckled at her naive answer. How very Mizuki. She blushed at the sound.

Nakatsu leaned in and kissed her shoulder and neck up to her ear. His eyes locked with Sano’s as he murmured “Are you ready?”

Mizuki lolled her head back in response, incredibly aroused by his words. Sano lifted her from his lap and moved to his knees, his legs bracketing her small body. Nakatsu moved in behind her, shedding his sweatshirt in the process.

Sano resumed teasing one breast, alternately biting and sucking on the nipple and skin surrounding. Nakatsu cupped the other breast from behind, and pulled Mizuki back against his naked chest. She groaned at the full contact, and Nakatsu pulled her head back for a deep kiss. He tasted sweeter than Sano, the sake coloring his natural flavor.

Nakatsu’s other hand splayed across her flat but soft stomach and dipped into the waist of her pajama pants. Mizuki moaned into his mouth, aching to be touched. Sano noted Nakatsu’s progress, and kissed down her abdomen, pushing her back lightly. Nakatsu went with the motion, pulling her back so she reclined against him with legs extended.

Sano pulled off her pants and panties in one fluid motion, and she pulled away from Nakatsu’s mouth, embarrassed at her sudden nudity. Nakatsu traced his hands up her sides and drew her arms to circle his neck, not letting her cover herself from their hungry gazes.

“You are beautiful, Mizuki,” Sano said lowly. “Let us love you.”

Nakatsu nodded and grunted affirmatively into her neck, where he was busily worshipping her skin. Blushing, Mizuki nodded.

Nakatsu moved his hands up to play with both pert breasts as Sano kissed down her abdomen. Sano carefully blew over her wet mound, causing her to buck lightly and moan. Nakatsu captured her lips again as Sano carefully inserted a finger into her folds, watching her intently. Hearing her muffled moan, he started stroking her tight sheath and kissing her folds.

Mizuki was lost in the tides of sensation that the boys were causing in her. She had only kissed Sano once before, and he was drunk at the time and didn’t remember. She had heard of many things that boys wanted to do with girls from overhearing boys in class, and had conversations with Julia about being intimate with a man. Nothing could have prepared her for the feelings Sano and Nakatsu were stirring in her. Both of them were pulling her towards an unknown peak, winding a delicious tension that felt like it was going to explode any minute.

A strong pull by Sano on her hidden gem with his lips and a light bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder by Nakatsu sent her flying apart, vision turning white as an orgasm rocked her petite body. Her hips left the floor as she pushed against Sano’s hands and mouth. Nakatsu held her tightly as she rode it out.

She collapsed against Nakatsu as she came back to herself, and watched as Sano crawled up her form to kiss her. His heady kiss tasted like her and him combined, sweet and spicy. Her arms came from around Nakatsu’s neck to rest on Sano’s shoulders. She frowned lightly when she came in contact with his shirt.

“Mou,” she murmured, voice laced with desire, “I’m naked and you’re not.”

Sano chuckled, leaned back and stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion. Mizuki licked her lips at the sight of his well-defined but slender chest. He was beautiful.

Nakatsu lifted her up and sat her down away from them slightly. Now she could see both of them as they stood above her and removed their pants. Mizuki blushed for what seemed the hundredth time that night at their impressive manhoods, both standing at attention.

Remembering something she and Julia had talked about, she stood up on her knees in front of them and shyly placed a hand on Nakatsu’s shaft. His head lolled back and he groaned as she tentatively stroked him. His hand gripped her shoulder at the maddening feeling of her slow, careful touches. Not wanting Sano to be left out, she placed a hand on his hip and hovered her mouth over him, tongue darting out to explore him with her mouth as he had with her. Sano’s breath caught in his throat at the feeling, and his hand tangled in her hair, encouraging her to take him into her mouth.

Both boys were overwhelmed by the erotic sensations of the beautiful girl at their feet and the mind-blowing sight of her pleasuring them both. She had no idea how good she was at this, her innocence making it all the more exciting.

Sano felt himself getting closer from the warm pulling of her mouth on his shaft, and pulled her away. She let go of Nakatsu and looked at Sano questioningly. Nakatsu watched them both, unsure of why she stopped.

Sano knelt down in front of her and kissed her soundly. Nakatsu moved similarly, running his hands down her back and sides.

“I want to be inside you,” Sano said as he pulled away. Mizuki nodded, already feeling the heat pooling inside her once more. He turned her around and knelt behind her, his hardness rubbing teasingly at her entrance. She looked over her shoulder at him, somewhat confused by the position.

He smiled at her reassuringly. “You’re so tight Mizuki, it will hurt less this way. Besides,” he smirked, “this way Nakatsu can enjoy the view.”

Nakatsu mirrored Sano’s smirk and moved in front of Mizuki. He knew that Sano would be the first to be inside her, and that he may not get a taste of her tonight. He was happy enough to be part of Mizuki’s first sexual experience, not to mention the relief that she actually was a girl. Besides, there was always tomorrow.

Mizuki nodded, and turned towards Nakatsu and smiled. Sano caught Nakatsu’s eyes, and a look passed between them. Nakatsu nodded, and moved in to kiss Mizuki again. He caressed her breasts, and she picked up one hand to caress his neck and chest.

Sano reached his hand down and played with the nub hidden in Mizuki’s folds, causing her to moan and buck gently at the sensation. His other hand went to her hip. He murmured a quiet apology into her ear as she kissed Nakatsu, and thrust into her quickly.

Mizuki stiffened at the sudden, painful intrusion. She whimpered a little, the sound lost in Nakatsu’s kiss. Sano held still, not moving inside her, but gently stroked his fingers between her legs to restore the pleasurable sensations to her. Nakatsu kissed her softly, hands running up and down her breasts, sides and abdomen in soothing, arousing motions.

She slowly relaxed, and pushed back against Sano experimentally. She winced at the twinges, but Sano’s and Nakatsu’s touches were gradually overriding the pain. Sano began thrusting into her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth gripping his shaft.

Mizuki pulled away from Nakatsu’s lips and moaned, rocking slightly with Sano’s movements. Through the haze of feeling, she noticed Nakatsu had moved his hand to stroke his own arousal. Wanting to include him in the amazing sensations she was feeling, she put a hand on his hips and pulled upwards.

Nakatsu’s eyes widened as he realized what she wanted to do. This was getting better by the minute. He stood on his knees, bringing his manhood level with her face. She took it into her mouth eagerly, placing one hand on the base of his shaft, as she couldn’t take all of him into her. He groaned and placed both hands on her head, encouraging her movements further.

Sano hardened further at the sight in front of him and set a strong, powerful rhythm for the threesome. His strokes pushed Mizuki up and down Nakatsu, who thrust into her mouth to match Sano’s motions. Sano continued to stroke Mizuki’s slick nub, causing her to moan and move faster, wanting more of the wonderful sensations.

Finally, Nakatsu couldn’t take it anymore and came hard into her waiting mouth. She swallowed his essence and continued to hold him, taking all he had as he twitched in release. Sano flicked Mizuki’s bud at that moment and she came with a muffled cry, muscles gripping him impossibly tight. He thrust in twice more and followed her over the edge.

Nakatsu sat back panting as Mizuki released him from her mouth. Mizuki and Sano were breathing heavily as well, all three overcome from the intense experience.

Sano pulled out of Mizuki gently, and pulled her drowsing form against his chest. He motioned his head towards the bunks, and Nakatsu nodded, spreading a comforter over the floor and grabbing pillows and blankets. Sano laid Mizuki down in the middle of the makeshift bed and lay down beside her. Nakatsu locked the door, and then settled in on the other side of Mizuki.

Mizuki sighed and snuggled in-between them. She didn’t know how long this could last, but boy was she happy. Right now, she could just enjoy being with the two men she loved and wanted. She drifted off to sleep surrounded by their warmth.

Sano smiled down at Mizuki, and looked up at Nakatsu.

“You’ll keep her secret, right?” he whispered.

Nakatsu snorted quietly.

“As if you had to ask. I know what will happen if someone finds out. I finally know I’m not crazy, I won’t lose her now.”

Sano nodded. This could get very complicated, very quickly. But he trusted Mizuki and Nakatsu. They’d just have to take it one step at a time. As long as she was with him, that’s all that mattered.

The boys followed her into sleep, unbothered by dreams.