Pirates!

Pirates!
By Kyon's Haruhi

Disclaimer: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya and related characters belong to Nagaru Tanigawa, Kadokawa Shoten, Kyoto Animation, and Bandai. I do not claim ownership over these characters, only over the story which is of my own creation. I do not profit from the writing of this story.

I wrote this story for my boyfriend, “Kyon” ^_^.

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"I can't believe Haruhi dragged me into this crappy school play. I look so effing...feminine...in this pirate shirt," Kyon thought. He'd been waiting for Haruhi to emerge from the girls' dressing room for about 20 minutes now; if he had to wait much longer he was pretty sure he'd leave...although he was sure he'd have to pay for it the next day somehow. The play was due to start in two hours, anyway.

Finally, Haruhi emerged from the dressing room, blushing fiercely, cursing under her breath, and wearing...well, barely anything. Kyon decided it had been well worth the wait.

Haruhi caught him staring. "Shut up!"

"But...I didn't say anything..." Kyon was still dumbfounded by what he was seeing.

"The stupid girl whose part I'm playing vomited on her whole outfit, and the only spares they had were for a little kid. So, I had to improvise..." she broke off, more embarassed than Kyon had ever remembered seeing her.

"I didn't say anything," Kyon reminded. That didn't mean he wasn't staring unabashedly at the pirate shirt that only came halfway down her torso, with the straining lace-up neckline not very..laced up. The skirt intended for a little girl just barely managed to keep her covered; although she had a scarf tied around her waist, this did nothing to distract attention from her hemline. She was wearing fishnet stockings and arm warmers, and her hair was tied back in a bandanna, revealing large hoop earrings and her make-up that was much darker than usual. She looked a little uncomfortable in the thigh-high boots she must have managed to borrow from someone, probably not used to the clunky heels, as opposed to the flats she usually wore.

"Let's go," Haruhi commanded, pulling Kyon's hand.

"Where are we going?" Kyon was very aware of the heat of Haruhi's hand holding his, and he wondered if she could feel his pounding heartbeat.

"To rehearse the swordfight," Haruhi said, exasperated. She released Kyon's hand and thrust a sword at him.

"Do we even have a swordfight choreographed? Let's just keep it simple, we don't want any injuries, or anything,” Kyon said, a little annoyed.

"Speak for yourself," Haruhi snapped, obviously even more annoyed.

Somehow Haruhi managed to find an empty room, despite all the rehearsal going on around them. But then, Kyon realized he probably shouldn’t be surprised that Haruhi got what she wanted. It wasn’t very large, and they could hear a thunderstorm raging outside, but if they pushed the desks to the side, it would work.

So, of course, that became Kyon’s job. “Kyon, push these desks against the wall,” she made a quick scooting gesture.

“But…” he started to protest.

“Do it. Obviously I can’t move in these very easily, they’re way too big for me,” Haruhi pointed to the boots.

Kyon knew it was fruitless to suggest wearing her school shoes; accuracy in costuming was important to her, so she’d rather fall in those ridiculously-fitting boots onstage, and make a dramatic recovery, than wear the wrong shoes. In fact, she’d probably love the attention such a fall and recovery would capture. Kyon sighed, wondering if Haruhi would somehow spin their parts so that Kyon would be her slave onstage, too. He began moving the desks, pretending not to notice Haruhi fiddling with her costume, futilely trying to make it cover more of her curvy figure than it would.

She caught him, though. “Every time I catch you looking at me, that’s another punishment with—with—this sword!” she yelled, flustered.

“Yes ma’am,” Kyon replied, not as ashamedly as Haruhi would have liked.

They stood to face each other, swords in hand.

“Um,” Kyon started, “do you think we need training? You know, they didn’t even tell us what to do…”

“You don’t know how to use a sword?” Haruhi taunted. “Baka.” She deftly forced Kyon’s sword out of his hand, more quickly than he would have liked to admit.

“Ugh, you’re such a moron,” Haruhi complained, disgustedly. “I guess I’ll have to teach you. Come here,” Haruhi crossed over to his side, standing next to him. “Do what I do; watch: one, two, three” she instructed, moving her sword nimbly through the air.

“One, two, thr—” Kyon tried to mimic, but ended up dropping his sword halfway through the third movement. He bent down to pick it up, embarrassed.

“Here, like this,” Haruhi commanded. Kyon didn’t even noticed she’d put down her sword and come up behind him so quickly. “One, two, three,” she said again, a little more gently, perhaps award that she was speaking right next to Kyon’s ear, and it would be even harder to teach him if she blew out his eardrum so soon before the play. Luckily, he didn’t drop the sword this time, but he still didn’t seem to understand what he was doing. She pressed closer to him. He almost dropped the sword, but caught it just in time, hoping she didn’t notice.

“Ok, slowly now. One…two…three,” Haruhi repeated, grabbing Kyon’s arm more firmly. Kyon thought that Haruhi probably didn’t realize that she was making it very hard to concentrate. But…he didn’t want to tell her.

He realized eventually that unfortunately, he was starting to get it. Haruhi noticed too.

“Good,” she nodded, satisfied with his progress. Secretly, she was a little disappointed to move away from their almost-hug. “Now let’s try fighting.”

“Ok…” Kyon agreed, not too confidently.

Kyon’s skills had actually improved much more than either of them thought. Although she was going easy on him, he was keeping up better than Haruhi expected. She increased the speed a little.

To her shock, it was her sword that was knocked down. “You—you did it the wrong way!” Haruhi blamed Kyon, although it didn’t convince either of them that this was the truth. She bent over to pick up her sword. Of course Kyon couldn’t help but stare thoroughly down her blouse as she did so; what did she expect? Did she always wear such fancy bras?

Lost in his daydream, Kyon didn’t think to pull his eyes away before Haruhi recovered her stance. “Pervert!” she yelled, flushing, and clutching her shirt closed. “Now I have to punish you.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” Kyon stammered. “I was looking at your necklace—“

“I’m not wearing one, baka,” Haruhi snapped. “Let’s see, your punishment…” her mind raced with all the ways she’d really like to “punish” Kyon. She shook her head to break her daze. “Um, well, here,” she said determinedly, blushing again, not really at all determined at what she would do. She lunged to tear the edge of his shirt with her sword, but he jumped in understandable fear, and her sword caught his cloth belt instead.

“What the hell are you doing—are you crazy?!” Kyon yelled, dropping his sword to hold up his now problematically enormous pants. You could’ve—“

“If you hadn’t moved like a baby, it would’ve just torn the edge of your shirt. No one even would’ve seen it. I’m sorry,” Haruhi said the last part under her breath, and put down her sword. “Here, take my scarf,” she untied it from around her waist, and started to walk over to Kyon.

Thunder crashed outside, and a moment later, the lights went out. Haruhi didn’t see where she’d put her sword on the floor, and tripped over it, falling onto Kyon, who caught her instinctively.

“Haha, I guess I always hoped she’d fall for me,” Kyon thought, grimacing at his silent, yet awful joke.

“Ow! I slammed my knee into the corner of that desk walking over here. You didn’t move them over far enough,” Haruhi whined.

“I’m sorry,” Kyon offered, almost sincerely. He helped her to sit down gingerly against the wall, and then sat down next to her.

“Well, this is great,” Haruhi put her head in her hands. “An hour and fifteen minutes till the performance, and the electricity is out, and we don’t even know what we’re doing, and now I just hurt myself…”

Kyon appeared in deep thought.

“Kyon! Listen to me when I’m talking to you, baka!” Haruhi commanded.

Kyon replied, “But I was. I was thinking of solutions. Do you think this would help?” He bent to kiss her knee gently.

Haruhi was silent for several seconds. “No, that wasn’t even the right one, idiot,” she responded, trying to feign confidence, but Kyon knew better. Her voice was shaking, but then he was shaking, too.

“I’m sorry. Here,” he said, and before she could stop him, he bent to kiss the other one. He lifted his head slowly, not back to where he was before, but very close to Haruhi’s.

“Kyon—” Haruhi protested less than half-heartedly, and before she could make up another lie to hide her excitement, his lips were on hers.

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes. Haruhi ran her hands through Kyon’s hair, twisting locks of it absentmindedly with every pang of excitement that rushed through her.

“Are you feeling better?” Kyon whispered, breaking the kiss gently.

“A little…but I think I need more,” Haruhi tried not to giggle.

Kyon bent to kiss her knee again.

“It was a little higher, I think,” Haruhi wasn’t sure if she hoped Kyon couldn’t see through her lie.

Kyon let out a small laugh, signifying that yes, he could see through the lie…and that wasn’t all. He hadn’t noticed before how thin the shirt Haruhi was wearing was; the moonlight streaming through the window shone dully through the blouse.

Kyon bent again, not exactly sure how to proceed, but knowing for a fact that Haruhi would correct him if she didn’t like something he was doing. He unzipped her boots slowly, sliding them off and placing them on the other side of her. Since the stockings had such a wide weave anyway, they didn’t prove much of an obstacle, so he decided to leave them on. He kissed her thigh slowly, moving ever higher. She wondered if he could feel the moist heat emanating from where he was nearing; but then she couldn’t devote much attention to anything but what he was doing. He was now rubbing her other thigh, matching the upward movement to his kisses. When he finally reached the top of her legs, he noticed her black underwear was in the same lacy pattern as her bra. She hadn’t objected yet, so he took that as approval. He slipped his finger under her panties, near her vagina, and she let out a small gasp—definitely approval. He moved his finger from the front of her panties to the back, teasing her with the slightest touch. He gently slipped off her panties, flinging them across the room.

Haruhi could barely think straight; Kyon was driving her crazy. As soon as he sat up, she dove on top of him, pinning him to the ground. She picked up a sword and thrust it into the floor, through his shirt, dangerously close to his person. “You’re my prisoner now,” she grinned.

It didn’t take much to remove his pants, since they had no belt anymore, anyway. Haruhi grasped him through his underwear mercilessly, pleased to see he was already very hard.

“Haruhi!” Kyon cried, startled.

“Yes?” she replied coyly, all the while removing his underwear, too.

“I—I—” he started, but before he knew it, Haruhi had him in her mouth, teasing the head by flickering her tongue, and then thrusting him all the way in. He moaned, and when she massaged his scrotum at the same time, he moaned even louder. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, pumping slowly and deliberately, still with the head in her mouth. Her other hand massaging his thigh, she felt him tremble with pleasure.

“Hey, no fair,” he said playfully, and when she had removed him from her mouth, he lept up to tackle her, tearing his shirt and leaving it on the floor.

He was finally alone in a room with this girl whom he had fantasized about since they met—and they weren’t even close to death (as far as he knew…although he felt they must be experiencing something close to paradise). As he slowly reached down to feel Haruhi’s wetness, she squirmed pleasurably underneath him, letting out small moans. He rubbed her clitoris with varying speeds, keeping her guessing. Her moans were getting louder, and she was getting wetter. Kyon’s fingers travelled down to check, and were instantly met with hot stickiness—much more than he’d expected. This discovery turned him on even more, and he lifted her shirt off her head quickly, clutching her to him and unhooking her bra. He laid her down softly, watching the moonlight gleam on her beautiful white breasts as she descended. He massaged her breasts gently, as she stroked his penis.

All of a sudden, he took a delectable nipple into his mouth. Haruhi nearly screamed in pleasure, choosing instead to bite her fingers. Kyon swirled it around in his mouth, lightly flicking it with his tongue, sucking it, and even biting it lightly. Haruhi had never felt like this before; she was elated this first experience could be with the boy she had been watching, and slowly falling in love with, all year. Eventually, Kyon got up.

“Do you like my breasts?” Haruhi asked teasingly.

“Obviously,” Kyon laughed.

“Then use them,” Haruhi commanded.

“Are you sure?” Kyon hesitated. Haruhi grabbed his scrotum threateningly, but chose to massage it instead of anything more painful. Kyon took that as a yes.

Haruhi slid all the way down onto the floor, and Kyon straddled her, right below her chest, resting his weight on his legs instead of on her. Haruhi pressed her breasts together invitingly. Kyon placed his penis between her breasts, and began to pump slowly. At the top of his repetitions, Haruhi would catch him for a second in her mouth; Kyon groaned occasionally during those moments. She felt him growing harder and harder.

“Haruhi…I’m going to…I’m close to…”

Haruhi whispered, “Go!”

Kyon climaxed harder than he thought he ever had, draining himself into Haruhi’s mouth for a good thirty seconds. He collapsed next to her, lying on her lap for a minute or two before she reached for her bra.

“Wait, we’re not done!” Kyon sat up and protested.

“Haha, yeah you are,” Haruhi responded. Kyon grabbed her bra out of her hand, crawled in front of her, spread her legs gently, and bent down. “No, we’re not,” Kyon insisted.

He approached cautiously; he didn’t want to hurt her. He licked her clitoris tentatively, and when she moaned in response, he began to lick it more rapidly. He sucked it, flicked it with his tongue, and blew on it. Haruhi moaned loudly in ecstasy; she’d never imagined something could be this amazing, even with Kyon.

He slowly slipped two of his fingers into her very wet, but tight, vagina. She thrashed her head to the side in pleasure, not expecting this. He moved them in and out of her, all the while licking her clitoris fervently. Her breathing got shallower, and Kyon felt her begin to tremble.

“Kyon,” she whispered, “I…think I’m close.”

“Good,” he responded, barely moving away from his target.

Haruhi screamed as she orgasmed; it was a wonder no one else heard. The pounding in her vagina lasted for minutes afterwards. Kyon pulled away and climbed next to Haruhi, who had slid onto the floor. She placed her head on his chest lovingly, and he untied her bandanna and stroked her hair.

“I love you,” she whispered. “Ever since you spoke to me that first day, the only one I think about is you.”

“I could kind of tell, during that whole monsters-destroying-the-school thing…”

“That was a dream though…?!”

“Haha, maybe. But it doesn’t matter, because I love you too. Hey, what are you--?!” Haruhi had reached to feel his penis again, and was pleased to see that yet again, it wanted her.

“We don’t have time!” Kyon objected.

“We don’t come on till the second act, anyway,” Haruhi contended, kissing Kyon too deeply for him to argue.

THE END