Circumstances

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Circumstances

Mizuki was rushing around the dorm room that she and Sano shared, hastily buttoning up her shirt and trying to find all the pieces of her homework. Sano was gone at early morning practice, so she had the luxury of getting ready at her leisure instead of while Sano was in the bathroom.

Unfortunately, her alarm also hadn’t gone off, so she was now in danger of being late. The dorm was already very quiet, as most of the Osaka boys from Dorm 2 had already left for breakfast.

Finally, she’d gathered all her pieces and looked around to see if she was missing anything.

‘Homework.’

‘Calculator for math test.’

‘Letter to Julia to mail.’

‘Vest on securely and hiding that I’m a girl.

‘Uniform in place. . .’

Mizuki noticed her missing tie and rushed past the bunk beds to her closet to try to find it.

‘At this rate, I’m going to miss breakfast.’

As she buried her head in the closet and searched for a spare tie, she almost missed the quiet knock on the door.

“Damn it,” she muttered. “Come in!”

She pulled her now mussed head out of her closet, still tie-less, to see Nakao standing in the doorway. The slight young man, now a bit taller than Mizuki, shuffled into the room nervously and closed the door. He had one hand clenched in his coat pocket, the other playing with his tie knot and coat buttons.

“Nakao, did you need something?” Mizuki said, still crouched by the closet.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

Mizuki looked up at the seriousness of his tone. Usually Nakao reserved his intensity for pining after Nanba. She wondered what the determination in his eyes meant.

She stood, looking at him concerned.

“Sure, anything. Is there something wrong?”

Nakao looked to the side and shook his head.

“No, nothing wrong,” he paused. “But, I’ve decided that I’m going to talk to Nanba today. He’s going to graduate soon, and I have to tell him how I feel before he goes away.”

“Oh!” Mizuki exclaimed, “That’s great!” She grabbed his free hand with both of hers. “So what can I do?”

Mizuki started as she felt a cold band encircle her wrist.

“I need you out of the way.”

Mizuki looked at her wrist and saw one end of a handcuff. Her eyes widened as Nakao swiftly pushed her against the end of the bunk beds and threaded the chain through the upright, securing both wrists overhead. When did he get so strong?

“Nakao, wha-” Her cry was cut short as he slapped a piece of very sticky tape over his classmate’s mouth. She mmphed in outrage.

‘He was planning this!’

Nakao wouldn’t meet her furious gaze.

“I’m sorry Ashiya, but whenever you’re around, Nanba only has eyes for you. It’s like he wants to take care of you or something.” Nakao looked up at her, eyes welling. “I deserve my fair chance.”

Mizuki didn’t know how to respond, not that she could say much. She certainly would have avoided Nanba today if Nakao had asked. But, the boy was completely melodramatic and took everything to extremes.

She noticed him turning to leave, and mmphed at him again, pulling on the cuffs. He glanced back at her and placed a small set of keys from his pocket on her desk across the room.

“I’ll make sure someone comes and gets you by lunch. They can let you out with these.”

With that, he rushed out. Mizuki stared after him for a moment.

‘What the hell!’ she thought to herself. ‘Who in their right mind thinks up crap like this!’

She looked up at her restraints, trying to determine if there was a way out. The cuffs were threaded behind the main upright support beam on the corner of the bunk, which was too thick to break. The crossbars that kept her from falling out of the top bunk also conveniently kept her from attempting to get the cuffs over the top of the beam, not that she was tall enough to do so. The keys were clear across the room, so she couldn’t even dream of reaching with an outstretched foot (though she tried anyway).

The cuffs were also closed securely, and even her small hands couldn’t wriggle out. Mizuki tried rubbing her face against her arm to loosen the tape, but it wouldn’t budge. The little punk had really planned this out. How long had he been obsessing over this?

Mizuki sighed and leaned her head against the post. The bound position kept her standing though she had enough slack to lean on Sano’s footboard. It was going to be a long time until lunch. At least her math test was in the afternoon. She wondered if she would have gotten into this kind of mess if she hadn’t lied her way into an all-boys school.

………………………….

Sano strode through the campus, indifferent exterior belying the turmoil he felt within. He was concerned when Mizuki didn’t show up to homeroom. He was irritated when she didn’t show up for second period. Once Nakao showed up, red-eyed and evasive about where Mizuki was, he was pissed.

What had happened to her? Did Nakao do something? He had bullied her before, it certainly wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility. She couldn’t be sick, she was perfectly healthy last night. And even if she was, she’d been going on and on about that stupid math test. Knowing Mizuki, she would have dragged herself to class.

Yet again, the urge to have her constantly by his side was overwhelming. He just wanted to take her somewhere and have her all to himself, no other boys, no dangers, just Mizuki. He wanted to monopolize her attention and affections completely.

Some tantalizing whispers of what he could do with her all to himself wove through his consciousness. Those big expressive eyes cloudy with passion, body open to his touches, Mizuki free to move and feel like a girl. . .

Sano grit his teeth and slapped himself mentally as he approached the dorm, willing his arousal to subside. It was getting harder for his dreams to stay nocturnal. He found himself wanting to touch her more as the days passed. It was almost to the point of pain, but not as painful as losing her should someone find out.

Sano reached their door, and found the handle locked. Grumbling, he fished around for his keys and called out.

“Ashiya, you in there?”

A strangely muffled sound was the only response. His concern and possessiveness ratcheted up to near panic as he drove his key into the lock and turned the handle, half stumbling into the room.

An image out of his dark fears, and darker fantasies, met his eyes. Mizuki stood with her arms stretched overhead, hands bound to the bunk-bed post by a set of silvery handcuffs. Her tousled hair sensually framed her slightly moist eyes, which peered in relief over a white strip of tape covering her mouth. Her arched position caused her chest to push out, barely showing a difference in shape where Sano knew her breasts to be. Their concealment made them all the more enticing.

Sano was frozen in place, savior and predator dueling within. His pulse beat heavily, deafening in his ears.

Mizuki had started tearing up in relief when she heard Sano’s familiar voice outside. She had called out as loudly as she could behind the tape gag to get his attention. When he rushed through the door, eyes wide, she was sure this trying morning was all over.

Seeing Sano now, eyes hidden behind his bangs, tense and sweating lightly, she wasn’t so sure. Something about the energy he exuded created electricity in the air. Mizuki suddenly recalled the dark, sensual dreams she’d had of him lately and felt herself getting aroused. The heavy feeling in the room encouraged the sensation.

What was she thinking? He thought she was a boy, and there was no way he was gay, right? He’d be in for quite a surprise if he was. Besides, if he found out her secret, what would happen? Would he force her to leave?

The door swung closed with a click. Mizuki started, the noise loud in the mid-day quiet.

That sound seemed to move Sano as well. Eyes still shaded, he leaned back against the door, and turned the deadbolt. He moved towards Mizuki and towered over her small form, less than an inch between their bodies.

Mizuki almost swooned as his scent and heat rolled over her body. Her eyes were leveled on his tempting chest, and her hands twitched forward, wanting to touch him. She raised her eyes to meet his, and gasped behind the tape at the intensity within.

Sano stood over her, drinking her in. He noted the absence of any bruises on her face and neck, and her wrists were only a little red from being in the cuffs. Whoever had done this to her didn’t want to hurt her, just keep her here.

His protector instincts satisfied, he leaned in further, trailing hands up her sides. Mizuki stiffened a little at the caress, but relaxed when he moved to cup her face. He touched his forehead to hers, and looked into her eyes.

“You are unbelievably irresistible like this,” he said lowly, breath whispering over her skin.

Mizuki inhaled in surprise at his words, heart pounding. She closed her eyes as he pressed his body against hers, relishing the feeling of finally being able to touch him. He stroked his fingers down to the collar of her shirt, his eyes locked on her face as he slowly undid the buttons.

Mizuki opened her eyes as the last button came undone and the shirt opened. A swift bolt of panic shot through her. This was it! He was going to find out and walk away since she deceived him!

Sano saw the emotions run through her eyes, and carefully drew his hands up her vest. He could feel the soft mounds and stiff nipples under the strong fabric.

“So this is how you hide them from sight,” he said. He gently tweaked her nipples through the fabric. “You can’t hide the feel though.”

Mizuki was frozen still. He knew. He knew already. But he hadn’t said anything, why? Fear turned into confusion, mixed with the continued heat the Sano’s fingers were stroking in her.

“I love you,” he said softly, “and I want you. If you want me to walk away, now is your chance.”

Mizuki shook her head vigorously before she knew what she was doing. He knew, he loved her, and he wanted her. That’s all she needed. She leaned forward towards him, hands grasping unsuccessfully to embrace him. She mmphed at him, and pulled a little on the restraints in emphasis.

“So you want to be with me?”

Mizuki nodded.

He leaned in again within a breath of her and kissed her taped lips.

“Then I’m not going to let you get away.”

A streak of arousal shot through Mizuki at his words. His presence and control were overwhelming.

Sano began kissing down her neck, and slowly unzipped her vest, baring her to his eyes. He eagerly palmed her pert breasts, rolling the nipples in his palms as he enjoyed feeling her unfettered. Mizuki moaned and arched into his hands, loving the feel of him on her heated skin.

Sano leaned down and took one aching peak into his mouth, drawing it outward with a sharp tug, and soothing it with passes of his tongue. He pinched and stroked the other nipple, readying it for his kisses.

Mizuki let her head loll back in sensation, lost in the feeling of him. He was so intent on her, on what he wanted. His touches felt so right, she wanted to feel him in return. Sano shifted his hips more firmly against her, and she definitely felt him. His arousal was stiff and hard against her leg, hotter than the rest of him.

Sano continued alternating kisses between her breasts, and slowly drew one hand down to cup her heat. Mizuki moaned loudly and bucked lightly into his touch, arousal moving to new heights as he touched her where no one had before. He caressed her center in slow circles, teasing her through the layers of clothing. A slightly frustrated sound from Mizuki drew a chuckle from him.

“Eager, aren’t we,” he said, voice full of dark humor.

Mizuki tried her best to glare, but her senses were too glazed with sensation to manage more than a crease in her eyebrows. He leaned up and kissed between them, and deftly unbuttoned her trousers and slipped a hand inside her panties.

She bucked sharply against the sensation of his fingers in her drenched folds, but he held her body tight against the post. He held her still as he rocked his fingers in and around her pearly bud. She desperately wanted more, but he controlled her movements.

Mizuki nearly lost it when he inserted one long finder into her tight sheath. The feeling of him was incredible, much better than when she touched herself. Her hands clenched as he began pumping his fingers, occasionally brushing his thumb against her distended clitoris. A second finger joined the first, and he pumped faster, still holding her securely.

Mizuki breathed heavily, feeling something wind inside her. Whatever it was kept coming close, and then slipping away as Sano changed his rhythm. She was getting frustrated, but was helpless to the pace he was setting.

Finally, Sano’s intense eyes saw something in her face that he was looking for. He swiftly tore the tape from her mouth and dove in to capture her lips. The pain/pleasure of his actions combined with his stroking down below sent her flying over the edge, spinning to the heavens as she came hard into his hand.

She twitched and shuddered as she came down from her high. Sano carefully removed his fingers from her and licked them clean, watching her riveted to his actions. He wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her wonderful scent.

After a moment, he sighed and pulled away.

“Where are the keys?”

Mizuki blinked, still scattered from her orgasm.

“Umm, oh, on my desk.”

Sano adjusted himself and retrieved the keys, and returned to release her wrists. Mizuki’s arms fell like dead weights, and Sano massaged them vigorously to return the circulation.

“Sano, what about you?” she said, voice bounding because of the rubbing.

Sano smirked.

“You can take care of me later. I know where to find you after all.”

“But-” He cut her off with a kiss.

“Don’t you have a math test today?”

Mizuki’s eyes widened in panic.

“Oh, crap!” She quickly grabbed clothing and rushed into the bathroom to clean up.

Sano took the opportunity to calm himself down, only satisfied by the fact that he would indeed take her later. It was time to make her ‘sleepovers’ more permanent.

Mizuki flew out of the bathroom and grabbed her notes. She pulled her cuffs down carefully to hide the red marks on her wrists. Sano stopped her mad dash for the door with an embrace.

“I do love you Mizuki,” he said into her hair.

“I love you too,” she said shyly. “I have for some time.”

Sano pulled away and smiled at her, brushing her hair back into place. He followed the slight ‘boy’ out of the room and locked the door.

Mizuki might be a boy outside of their room, but inside she was finally his. He thought of the handcuffs that he had placed in his bedside drawer. They would certainly come in handy.