Genetics

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AC/N-This is set a during book 4, right before the Osaka High School Festival! Hope ya'll enjoy! Comments and Reviews appreciated!

Nanba pulled on the old school cheer uniform and smirked. He stood in his office and looked at himself in the mirror. Minami Nanba ran a slender hand down the many buttons over his chest and abdomen as he sighed. Imagining a nice slender woman -blonde, full pouty lips, big breasts, rounded hips and long legs- standing in front of him and undoing those buttons with her fragile looking fingers. Her lips would be parted and damp, trembling in want…the desk would be cleared in one smooth sweep of his arm. He moaned lightly as he pressed the heel of his hand to the bulge in his uniform, his hips jerking forward at the touch. His other hand gripped the corner of his desk as he leaned over, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, “This is getting ridiculous.”

He moved around his desk and sat down, propping his feet up on it. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything that would make a hard on go away. Grandmothers in thongs. Changing a kid’s diaper. Mizuki in a short tight dress, young perky breasts threatening to come out of the thin cloth, splayed out under him…Nanba’s eyes shot open. He sat up and ran his hands through his silky brown hair. “I’m going nuts. Take sex away from me for a month and I go nuts!”

Mizuki is a guy. A MALE. Like him and every person in this dorm, in this school. What the hell is the matter with me? He’s cute like a girl. Could very well be one if he grew out his hair and had breasts.

The R. A. shook his head at himself. Then a thought occurred to him. “I’m turning bisexual!” He leaped from his chair and started to pace like a caged animal. “Oh…if there is a God please don’t let it be so! I don’t want to be like my uncle!” He jumped at the knock on the door and almost dove behind his desk. His cock still hard and heavy against the white dress pants. He pulled the chair up under his desk in order to hide the bulge. He took a breath to steady his voice. “What?” He demanded with his usual annoyance.

Nakatsu growled at the thought of going in. But he needed…an expert…and Nanba was the closest thing. “Minami…I…does this…look alright?” He asked as he swung the door open and kind of bounced his way in. He felt his face flush and quickly closed the door so no one else would see. It was bad enough he was going to Nanba for an opinion on his…dress. He was entering the Miss Osaka pageant, because Mizuki would be there.

Mizuki in a dress.

Nakatsu fought off that image. He had become weirder and weirder in his obsession with his fellow dorm mate. He knew this, but there was no stopping it. He felt it every time he saw Mizuki, every time he closed his eyes, every breath it seemed. The best soccer player of Osaka high had it bad…for another guy. He almost turned to beat his head on the door, but he caught sight of Nanba watching him.

Nanba was counting to himself. Willing his hard-on away, but it wasn’t working. The sight of Nakatsu in a traditional, tight, silk kimono had him throbbing for some unknown reason. He closed his eyes, only to jerk them back open as his mind conjured an image of a very well endowed feminine Nakatsu.

“It’s fine.” He muttered with a wave of his hand. “Probably get runner up or something if you have the…boobs and hair right. Try to get a wig that’s as close to the color of your hair as you can.” Nanba heard the need in his voice and grimaced. He cleared his throat as he again tried to think of things disgusting and ugly.

Rats crawling on his bed. Megumi Tennoji. Sewers overflowing. Kissing a smoker. Rats crawling on his bed eating a decomposing Tennoji while the room and whole dorm was flooded with its sewer and the girl responsible for all of it smoking a cigarette and trying to molest and kiss him in the filth.

Nakatsu in that skimpy dress, showing off every nonexistent curve and muscle that was not supposed to fit in that fragile cloth.

Nakatsu watched him; his R. A. had never seemed so…short of snarky remarks or a prime opportunity to make fun of him. The guy looked weird as well. All flushed and seemingly disheveled even though he still looked like every hair was in place as always. Plus he was in his cheer uniform. Must have been trying it on to make sure it didn’t have holes or it still fit. “Nanba? You okay? You look feverish or something. Mom used to give me green tea, it helped a bit.” He found himself moving closer to the somewhat older guy, a bastard and male whore, to feel of Nanba’s damp forehead. Maybe he had just got through practicing his cheer or something.

Nanba moaned when Nakatsu moved toward him, touched him and before he knew it his desk was cleared. Nakatsu’s dress was pushed up and over the boy’s narrow, muscled hips. His own shirt was off while his pants were around his ankles. His cock was hard, throbbing as it rested against Nakatsu’s tight ass. He had no idea what to do really.

”That insane DATE I had last night thrust into me before he even lubed either of us up! I am so glad I’m a doctor otherwise I doubt I’d even be ALIVE today.” His uncle’s voice rang through his head. A reminder of a stupid conversation he hated at the time, but he was thankful for now. He looked around, pinning the struggling and yelling Nakatsu down with his body.

“Shut-up! You want everyone to come running?!” Nanba ground out between his teeth, he wanted to just thrust into Nakatsu. He found his lotion and squeezed some out on his hand and covered his cock with it. He looked at Nakatsu’s ass, and paused.

”Nanba! What the hell are you doing! Get off me! I’m not a woman dammit!” He paled when he felt that hard cock on his ass, could feel all his blood running to his groin. He felt the pause and ground his teeth. If he was going to have this done he wanted it done right. “Dammit Nanba! You have to lube me up too you bastard!” He struggled some more to glare at the guy over his shoulder. “Use your fingers…” He hoped he didn’t have to explain any more as his cock brushed against the hardness of the desk through the silk of his dress, he bit his lip. What the hell was the matter with him? Why is he letting Nanba do this? Why is NANBA doing this?!

Nakatsu moaned as a finger entered him. He was tight and it hurt like hell. The last and only time he had done this was when he was an adolescent. He and friend wanted to experiment. “Nanba!” He pressed back against his R. A. knowing what was going to come and wanting it no matter how much pain he’d feel. “Another.” He growled.

Nanba panted and did as he was told. He was surprised that Nakatsu seemed to know what to do. His body didn’t allow his brain to process it as every move drove him crazy. “Stop screaming you idiot!” He growled out as he thrust his finger in and out since that’s what it seemed Nakatsu wanted with his movements. “Now?” He asked with a needy whimper, only to cut it short with another growl as he hated to NEED things from others. At Nakatsu’s nod he pressed in roughly. Sinking himself in all the way. He cried out and bit his lip at the tightness and how he couldn’t MOVE, it was like his cock was being cut off. “Na…kat…su…ah…tight!”

It was so tight. He’d never felt anything so tight. He moaned as he laid his head on Nakatsu’s back. He felt the muscles loosen a bit, then some more. He then felt Nakatsu press against him, and then away. He moaned again as his hips started bucking into that hot tightness that was the soccer player underneath him. He panted, his mouth open, hair fluttering with his breath as it tickled over Nakatsu’s back. Something in Nanba realized that they both liked this. This rutting. This act that could be labeled as nothing else but GAY.

Nanba found a rhythm, that wasn’t much different than when fucking a girl. He felt Nakatsu shudder and move underneath him, every tight muscle that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than male. The heavy breathing, the masculine moans full of lust, and the act of fucking each other. He was gay at this moment.

He liked it.

The R. A. found himself moaning and crying out like the whore he was as he came hotly within Nakatsu. So early. So tight. So hot. Never felt this way before. I feel…content. He somewhat noticed that Nakatsu was shuddering underneath him, a thin sheen of sweat on both of them. He leaned over Nakatsu, resting against the boy as he tried to relearn how to breathe and move other parts of his body.

Nakatsu moaned; he had felt Nanba come soon after he had. He collapsed under Nanba’s weight onto the hard desk. He felt hot, stretched. Used. He was never going to wear a dress again. Not in front of Minami Nanba at least.

“Get off you bastard!” Nakatsu cried as he shoved shakily off the desk, Nanba falling limply back into his chair with a small moan. “Don’t expect this to happen again!” He shouted, pointing a finger right in Nanba’s face. “You bastard! Find one of your helpless bitches next time!” He stormed out of the office, just a little stiffer than usual, and without the normal spring in his step.

Nanba sighed as he sat there, slouched in his chair. “Damn genes.” He muttered as he closed his eyes, not noticing the door was left open and Nakatsu’s dark eyes watching him, heatedly. Hungrily.