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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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AN: The previous version of this was completed in a day. It came in one steady fit of typing and then I hit send, quite pleased with myself. The next morning I looked it over and thought, “Who wrote this nihilistic shit? This is what you get for watching Perfect Blue and Aguirre the Wrath of God one after the other and then trying to write”. The more I thought about it, the more I hated it. This story is supposed to be fun – despite my occasional tendency toward the elegiac or mournful – so as a great man said, “The wine was sour, so I threw it out” and wrote a new version. I like this version better.

Kentaro undid his tie, letting it hang under his shirt collar. “Want another drink?”
Naru shook her head. “Still working on this one.” She leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped at the cocktail, he’d given her. The music pounded in her ears, oppressing all her senses, killing her thoughts at conception. She took a healthy drink, letting the vodka do its work. The room felt like a tethered animal ready to explode as she peaked out the doorway and watched the dance floor.
“You want to go somewhere quieter?” Kentaro asked.
She did. “I can’t leave Mutsumi.”
“She’s all right” – Kentaro put a hand on her shoulder – “I saw her with that guy you brought a second ago. Look.”
Naru followed his finger confirm that Mutsumi was indeed with Keitaro, talking with Mariko. The girl seemed so unworldly that you could never be too careful. She let Kentaro lead her out of the kitchen and down a hallway.
“That’s really your boyfriend?” Kentaro asked.
She nodded. “He’s the first guy in a long time to make me consider monogamy.”
He goggled at her. “Really?”
She smirked. “Only for a little while,” she replied, reaching down to grab his ass. She and Kentaro went way back. If she and Kitsune existed on a scale, then Kentaro leaned a little more towards Kitsune.
“What kind man is he?” He sounded offended.
She thought about their weekend together. In typical grandiose fashion, he’d offered a trip to Taipei. She countered with a trip to Sendai. He held the distinction of being the only man she had ever slept with on a yacht. Then it had been a month before they did more than say hello to each other. Any girl who went with Kentaro was in for a wild time, no strings attached. He was never exactly cruel, but once he was done with a girl, he almost never went back.
She looked at him and read the unspoken: what is it about him that you don’t see in me?
“The kind who’ll be there the next morning and every one after it,” she said.
He opened a door and led her into a smaller suite, where she was relieved to see familiar faces: the friends Kentaro had met them with – minus Mariko – in addition to two girls Naru didn’t recognise, all seated around a coffee table. Kentaro shut the door. The music in the next room turned to a dull roar against the wall.
Toji Saionji, a tall boy with a shaved head, got out of his seat. “There you two are. We were beginning to think you’d gotten lost.”
“What’s going on?” Naru asked.
Rena Yamada, a bubbly girl with blonde pigtails, who Naru knew slightly as a bit of an airhead, giggled. “We’re going to play a game! The King Game!”
Oh dear. If Rena was leading, it didn’t take a genius to figure out where this game was headed. She’d feel a lot better if Keitaro were here.
“Go on,” Kentaro said, drawing a stick.
Naru, and a nervous-eyed bleach blonde Naru didn’t recognise, drew their sticks with the rest. Naru’s stick was number 5.
Rena Yamada crowed, holding up a stick with a ‘K’ on it.
“All right!” Her eyes flitted malevolently back and forth as she chose her victim. “Number 1 has to lick Number 6’s neck!”
Kentaro rolled his eyes and leaned over to lick the neck of one of the new girls.
They drew sticks again and Rena’s reign continued. She smirked. “Number 6 has to lie on top of Number 1 and kiss him.” She giggled. “Hard. Until the end of the next round.”
Naru gave her stick a sad look and climbed on top of the waiting Toji. “You’d better appreciate this,” she told him before giving him a bruising kiss. He was good, she realised as his hands came up to run through her hair, and was unable to suppress a moan as he reached down to squeeze her ass. Naru’s pussy quivered at the memory of Toji from a year ago; his manhood plunging deep into her and making her scream into the wall of the love hotel shower.
A few rounds later, and Naru was starting to feel horny. Maybe, she thought, watching Toji lick Rena’s armpit, Maybe we could slip out of here and have a little fun. Keitaro wouldn’t mind. Not after Kitsune. Or maybe…She shuddered as she saw herself between them, screaming around Toji’s cock as Keitaro pounded her from behind.
She indulged in this fantasy even as she was forced to rub her tits against the crotch of some guy she didn’t know.
They drew lots again. This time, Kentaro was king.
He gave Naru a devilish look. “I order Number 3 to kiss Number 5.”
Naru nearly threw her number three at him and she leaned over to kiss Rena. Kentaro knew how much she disliked doing things with girls. She nearly gagged when Rena forced her tongue into her mouth. “Jesus!” she cried, pulling back.
“All part of the fun,” Rena retorted, licking her lips.
Naru clenched her fists, trying to will away the sense of violation. She tries that again, she thought, and I bite it off!
Fortunately, the next crown went to Toji who decided to have a little fun by making Kentaro and another guy rub each other’s chests.
Kentaro and the other boy grumbled about tyranny, but played their part.
A few rounds later, Toji got the crown and gave Kentaro a look.
“Number 3 has to reach into Number 5’s pants and keep it there until the next round!”
One of the new girls, a short-haired brunette with an impressive chest named Miki laughed as she crawled over and held her hand over Kentaro’s belt.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Afraid of what you’ll find?”
“Nothing I haven’t done before,” Miki replied, rolling her eyes and stuck her hand down his pants. She and Kentaro shared a look and he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. The crotch of Kentaro’s pants began to move and shift. When they drew new sticks she kept her hand there.
Rena was King. “Number 4 has to do the same to Number 1.”
Kentaro affected a world weary sigh and stuck his hand up Miki’s skirt. She leaned against him as his fingers went to work.
Toji was the next King. “Number 3 and Number 6 have to suck on Number 2’s nipples.”
“Wait,” the nervous bleach blonde started to say as two guys – each grinning like lions before a gazelle – pulled up the hem of her blouse. “I’m not sure…” She shuddered as the boys latched onto a nipple each.
Just say no, Naru thought. Now she remembered why she had always hated this game.
Most of the players were too preoccupied to draw lots, but Rena, carried away by the game, forced a stick into each hand, keeping the K for herself.
“Now suck them off!” she ordered.
The blonde’s eyes bulged. “But, I don’t…”
“Your King commands you,” Rena crowed.
“Wait a minute,” Naru said, starting to stand up.
“Yeah, Rena,” Kentaro interjected. “She’s not into it.”
“Aw!” Rena whined. “That’s no fun! Hey, where are you going?”
“To get a drink,” Naru replied, dragging the shy blonde behind her. Kentaro got up to follow.
“You always were a spoilsport, Naru,” Rena called with a venomous glare.
“And you’re a lousy kisser,” Naru shot back over her shoulder and swung the door open to find Keitaro standing with Mariko on the other side.
Keitaro’s stomach filled with ice water. He couldn’t be seeing this.
“See?” Mariko asked, pushing the door just wide enough so he could see Naru lying on top of another man, his arms around her as she kissed him with abandon. Keitaro felt sick as he heard her say, “That’s the kind of girl she really is.”
“No.” He heard her shut the door again as he turned away.
“Why deny it? Your girl is a slut and she always will be.”
A maelstrom of emotion circled through him as the conflict of the last half a year tore at him. The betrayal felt worse than anything he’d ever felt before. It was as if someone had killed something that meant the world to him. Shame and guilt gnawed too as he thought about all his times with her and with Kitsune. Did he have any right to complain? They’d never discussed Naru looking elsewhere, but he’d known from the start that he wasn’t her only partner. With everything he’d done with Kitsune, did he have any right to feel the rage and disgust filling him like so much bile? At once, his mind flew to Kitsune. Was she the same?
He didn’t know he’d punched the wall until he saw Mariko jump. He looked at his hand, but felt nothing.
“Come on,” she said. “I’ll get you a drink.”
The door swung open to reveal Naru and Kentaro. Keitaro stiffened as she scrutinised him.
“Keitaro? Where’s Mutsumi?”
“In the bathroom,” he replied, his voice tight. She took a step towards him and he back away.
“What’s wrong?” She looked so hurt that his heart started to skip.
Kentaro sidled up to Mariko. “What have you been up to?”
“Just liberating another one,” she replied with a smirk.
“Liberating?” Naru turned back to Keitaro. “What’s she talking about?”
“Why were you on top of that man?”
“That?” She looked relieved enough to burst out laughing. “That was just a game.”
Keitaro blinked stupidly. “A game?”
Kentaro, with a great deal of reluctance, nodded. “Yeah, the King Game. You know, that stupid game with the sticks.” He leaned towards Mariko to whisper. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
“Why?” she whispered back. “You get Naru and I get him. Why are you fighting me?”
Naru turned to Kentaro. “Can you look after this one?” she asked, indicating the nervous blonde watching everything with confusion. “Come with me,” she told Keitaro.
Both men obeyed. Mariko glowered after her, only to shriek at Kentaro slapped her on the ass.
In the relative privacy of the balcony, Keitaro said, “I don’t know how much I believed her, but she brought up something for me.”
“What’s that?” Naru asked, handing him a beer.
He took a sip and scratched his head. “Well, our relationship has never been exactly, you know, normal.”
She laughed.
“I know that with things…” – He drew ponderous circles with his finger, searching for words – “things with Kitsune, maybe I don’t have the right to complain, but I…” He shook his head.
“I think I get it,” she told him, touching his hand. She took a deep breath. “You’ve probably guessed I’m not the monogamous type. Neither is Kitsune. Some people are fine with it, but we’ve always wanted something else. Not better, not worse, just different. You get me?”
He nodded.
She cupped his cheek. “I like you. I mean really, really like you. More than I’ve liked most men I’ve ever met.”
His smile threatened to split his face. “But…”
“But,” she interjected, “I’m me, and if you’re looking for the monogamous type, then I don’t think I can be what you want. I’m sorry. Now before you say anything,” she said, clapping a finger over his lips which were twisting in confused hurt, “I want you to think about the times we’ve had together. I don’t just mean in bed. You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had and I don’t want to lose that.” She bit her cheek and willed her heart to slow down. “And if you can accept me the way I am, then I promise that I’ll never let you regret it.”
She removed her finger. His face worked as he considered the proposal. “But, not just…God, I don’t know how to say it without sounding like an asshole! Not just any guy, right?”
She shook her head. “Of course not. I’m not a complete slut. How about if I promise that I’ll tell you before I act? If you really have a problem with a guy on my radar, then I promise I’ll listen.” She bit her lip. This was more than she’d ever offered any man before.
Keitaro let out a sobbing laugh. “I’m sorry. This is just so weird for me.” He stared at his hands. “What about Kitsune?”
“What about her?”
“Does she feel the same way?”
She’s almost as crazy about you as me, she thought.
“I think so, though you may have a harder time getting her to slow down.” She thought about the way Kitsune leered at Haitani’s ass when she thought no one was looking.
He shook his head. “This is so weird for me, I’m sorry. What next? Motoko a secret sex maniac, or maybe Shinobu?” He cried out in shocked pain as she grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him high enough to make his feet dangle.
“You go near that sweet innocent girl,” she told him, “and I’ll cut it off and leave the rest of you for Motoko.”
“Calm down! Calm down! I was kidding!”
“Look at it this way,” she said, once she’d released him. “If you’re fantasising about anyone, all you have to do is tell me and we can work something out. It’s only fair. Except Mariko. She’s a skank.” He was nodding until her hand moved south. He quivered as she reached down to cup his cock. “And, who knows, maybe we can all play together some time.”
“Oh my!” They started as Mutsumi stepped into the room. “That looks like fun. Can I play too?”
Keitaro squeaked as his id took him on a roller coaster; but Naru was sharper. She saw the glint behind Mutsumi’s spaced out eyes.
“Perhaps we should take this somewhere private?” she suggested.
Mutsumi flashed her a beatific smile. They were of one mind.
“Okay,” Keitaro said, coming back to reality. “Let me finish my drink.” He turned around and stared in puzzlement at the array of bottles on the counter. Which one was his? Maybe this one? He picked up a bottle, his thumb covering a red sticker on the neck and took a sip. Yeah this had to be it. It was almost full.
In the hallway, just outside earshot, two guys were talking.
“I’m telling you, this stuff will kick the shit out of you.”
“Great. So where is it?”
“I put it in a beer bottle in a kitchen. Don’t worry no one will touch it. I marked it with a red sticker.”
“Oh, yeah? Look!” The guy pointed just in time to show Keitaro dropping a bottle with a red sticker into the sink. “Now what do we do? Kensuke? Where the hell did he run off to…?”
In the hallway, Keitaro was beginning to feel warm. He pulled at his collar. He felt as if his head were wrapped in a warm towel and his skin began to tingle. Was he drunk? It was unlike any drunk he’d ever felt.
“Are you all right?” Naru asked.
For some reason, this was hysterical. He burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that he bent over at the waist.
“Okay,” Naru said, warily. “Maybe we should just let you calm down a bit. Mutsumi, stay with him. I’ll get some water.”
He watched the sway of her ass as she walked away. “Real women have curves,” he declared.
“Kei Kei!” Mutsumi clapped hand over her mouth.
Whoops, said that out loud did I?
“Sorry. It’s just so stuffy in here. I’ve got to get moving.”
“But Naru said to stay here.” Mutsumi gripped his arm.
“She did, did she?” He smiled a manic smile, as colours began dancing before his eyes. “Tell you what. Tag!” He slapped her on the shoulder. “You’re it,” he called, and took off running.
Natsume Ichihara was buzzed, headed towards tanked. One of her clients had called to say he was sick, and the one she’d been meant to meet here at the Yotsuba Hotel was now officially forty minutes late. Waste of a perfectly good evening, she thought, tearing the guy’s name out of her little black book. Still, the cocktails were good here, and maybe she could finagle a way into the party going on the top floor. Looked like mostly kids going up there; but if they could afford a suite at the Yotsuba, maybe one or two of them could afford her rates. She sipped her drink, plotting the best way upstairs when she sensed someone sitting down beside her.
“Have you ever considered making love in a hot air balloon?”
She turned, certain that she couldn’t have heard correctly. “What?”
“The basket must sway terribly,” the man – boy, really – continued. “And I think I’d be too afraid of crashing to make a decent go of it.”
She goggled at him. His glasses were askew and his hair was slick with sweat. His smile was almost manic as he stared at her with feverish eyes. “What, are you high?”
“Not as high as the hot air balloon, milady.”
She rolled her eyes. You met all kinds in this ‘job’ of hers. Not so many as baked as him, though. She turned back, determined to ignore him, but he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Hey, want to hear a secret?”
Against her better judgment, she turned to look at him, her eyes daring him to continue.
He leaned in. “Thou art the most radiant star in the firmament.”
“What the hell?” She nearly burst out laughing until he gave her an affronted look.
“Thou thinkest I jest? How cruel! Perhaps more proof is required?”
“What are you doing? Don’t kneel in a place like this!” She looked around nervously. If she drew too much attention, she’d never be able to work this hotel again.
“If I could write the beauty of your eyes,” he recited, “and in fresh numbers number all your graces, the age to come would say, ‘This poet lies. For such heavenly features ne’er touched earthly faces’.”
“Hey!” Nakamura, the bartender, gave the guy a long look. “This guy bugging you, Ruri?”
“What’s this?” the lunatic exclaimed. “A challenger for milady’s hand? Ye would do well to know, sir, that I have struck down my share of samurai.”
“Oh yeah?” Nakamura crossed his arms. He wasn’t a big man, but Natsume had no doubt he could handle himself. “How many samurai?”
“Why seven, of course.” The guy burst out laughing. “Might I have a drink, good sir?”
Nakamura looked him up and down. “I think you’ve had enough and I think you should leave.”
“Oh, come now. Tell me your name, sirah! Let us be friends.”
“Just get him what I’m having,” Natsume told him, with a twinge of pity. The kid was obviously out of his mind.
Nakamura poured the whiskey, dropped it in front of the guy, and stalked to the other end of the bar.
“Very gracious, milady,” said the lunatic, sipping his drink. “Ah, the king o’drinks, as I conceive it, Talisker, Isla, or Glenlivet.”
Now she did laugh. “You’ve got to be out your mind.”
“You can’t help that,” he said, “We’re all mad here”, and dissolved into a shrill giggle. “Hey, you want to hear a joke?”
She shrugged. Why not?
“Well” – he straightened up to his full height, which wasn’t much – “Why did the willow weep? Because its mother was a pine!” He giggled and turned back to his drink. “May I know my lady’s name?”
“Ruriko,” She told him, giving her working alias. “Listen, you got anyone I can call?”
“Ruriko! What a name! Fair Ruriko, make me immortal with a kiss.” And before she could react, his lips had pecked hers. “Tag! You’re it!” He took off running.
Knowing she would regret it, she followed only to find him dancing on the edge of the hotel fountain.
“Come cheer up milads,” he sang. “Tis to glory we steer!” He did a back flip and landed like his feet. “To add something new to this wonderful year!”
She held out her arm. “Come down from there. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Irrelevant.”
“No, it’s not. Now, come here.” She tugged him down. He flopped forward, his face buried itself in her chest. “Pervert!” She shoved him away.
He laughed. “You’ve got fight in you. I like that.”
Natsume became conscious of the others staring. “Look, can’t you just go home.”
“…that hooker who works the lounge.” Natsume saw two bellhops staring at them, laughing into their sleeves.
At their words, the lunatic’s face morphed into something beyond rage and he charged. “Apologise to her this instant!”
The first bellhop sneered at him. “What’s it to you?”
The lunatic seized him by the collar. “Apologise to milady or be thrashed.”
The second bellhop chopped him on the neck and he went down like a ton of bricks.
“Let’s teach him some manners.” The first guy made to kick him, but he never made it. A girl with long brown hair dove at him and caught him with an uppercut that sent him flying.
“Who else wants some!” she shouted. The bellhops scattered.
As the girl was searching for more opponents, Natsume knelt down before her ill-fated rescuer. “What the hell were you thinking?” she demanding once they were gone. “Hey!” She knelt down. “Are you listening to me?”
He smiled through his pain. “Apologies, milady. Your knight has fallen in your defense. I beg thee, bury my heart at the Dome of the Rock.” Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down for a kiss.
He was in a strange bed being kissed, he knew that much. His head was pounding, he knew that much. He opened his eyes. Who on earth was this woman and why was she kissing him like her life depended on it?
“Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty,” he heard Mutsumi say as the woman, a tall pale woman with ebon hair down to her waist, pulled back from the kiss.
He felt a weight on either shoulder and looked to see Naru and Mutsumi leaning on him, smiling, naked.
“About time you woke up, Kei,” the third woman said.
Keitaro’s head swam as he tried to recall this woman, her memory floating just beyond reach. “Who are you? Where are we? What was in that beer?”
“Are you serious?” the woman asked. All three women looked at each other and laughed.
“Take all three of us like a stallion and you don’t even remember?” Naru asked.
“Well, he was acting pretty crazy,” the third one allowed. “I’m not surprised.”
All three? At the same time?
“You’re having me on,” he accused.
Mutsumi giggled, tracing a line over his chest. “You don’t believe us? Maybe you’d like a refresher?”
“Mmm, I like that idea!” Naru moaned.
“Wait!” Keitaro hissed as the stranger reached down to fondle his cock. “At least tell me your name.”
“Natsume,” she told him and slide down his body to wrap her lips around his cock.
He moaned as Mutsumi and Naru took a hand each and pressed them firmly between their legs as they rolled down the bed. Mutsumi took his balls in her mouth, sucking with a happy moan, while Naru licked up and down his shaft in time with Natsume’s slow and deliberate sucking.
He thrust his fingers inside them both, one at a time, listening to their pants become moans, and then screams as he pumped three fingers in and out of their drooling pussies.
“Now that looks like fun,” Natsume said, standing up in bed, and strutting down along bed until she was straddling his face. Kneeling down, she shoved her bald sex against his face and swallowed his cock with a loud slurp. She groaned as Keitaro batted her clit with his tongue and began jerking him off as Naru took over deep throating him.
“Yummy.” She licked her lips. “How does that pussy taste, baby?” Not waiting for an answer, she ground hard against his face until she felt her pleasure fill her like hot lava, and come bursting forth all over his face.
Mutsumi began to quiver around his fingers and released his balls with a piercing cry. Naru wasn’t far behind as he flicked and rubbed her clit hard with his thumb.
Natsume rolled off his face and they all climbed up together to lick the juice from his cheeks.
“Stand up,” Naru ordered.
Keitaro felt paralysed, but the smouldering look that she was giving him – that they were all giving him – was enough to spur him upright and into action. He stood at the foot of the bed as all three women shuffled into line on their hands and knees until he could see each of their dripping pussies clearly.
“Come on,” Naru teased, wiggling her hips. With a primal yell, he thrust deep inside her. She screamed as his cock invaded her like a battering ram. The room echoed with screams as he thrust his fingers deep into Mutsumi and Natsume. They writhed against him as his fingers wiggled and searched the deepest parts of them. Naru looked back to give him a smutty look.
“Fuck your naughty little girl,” she begged. “Make her come. Please? Pretty please? Oh God!” She collapsed against the mattress, her hands grabbing and fisting at the sheets as she quivered and shook with pleasure. He watched her spasm as he found Mutsumi ready to receive him. It took only two strokes to make her come, and then he buried himself up to the hilt in Natsume.
“Fuck me, stallion. Fuck me,” she groaned as she ground her clit mercilessly between her fingers until he struck her g-spot just right. Down she went, coming close to tears as the pleasure wracked her body.
“Poor, Kei Kei,” Mutsumi cooed. “You’re still hard.” She laid back and rested her hands on her tits. “Why not try these?” She asked, bouncing her massive assets. Naru came round to start kissing his neck as he straddle Mutsumi and she sandwiched him firmly between her tits. “That’s right. They’re all yours.” Her tongue darted out to flick his cockhead as he thrust towards.
It was incredible, he thought. As full and soft as Kitsune’s. All too soon, he felt the telltale tightening in his balls as his pleasure grew.
“Gonna come,” he warned.
At once, they all sprang into action, pulling him off Mutsumi and kneeling to lick his shaft. Mutsumi knelt down to suck his balls again as the others flicked their tongues over his cockhead. It was too much for him to take. He almost wailed as the first volley shot between Naru and Natsume. Then they clamped their lips over his cock, licking and sucking as he came over and over. They moaned happily as his hot seed hit the back of their throats, and coated their lips.
Drained, he collapsed into bed and they piled on top of him, Mutsumi straddling his hips as the other two lay down until they had his arms between their legs. Sharing the same smile, they began to rub against him until he felt a twitch and the whole thing began again.
At the end of it all, the sun was high in the sky as they laid together, slipping into exhaustion. Before falling asleep again, Naru leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“We are so bringing Kitsune next time.”
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