Author’s Note: While this story may kinda seem like Wait & See, they’re quite different.
This story will ONLY be FOUR chapters long.
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Chapter 1: How It Began
Shutting the door to the Student Council Office behind her as she walked in, Misao brushed some non-existing lint off the charcoal grey colored school uniform jacket and matching pleated skirt as she looked over to the tall figure seated at the desk.
“Ano, Shinomori-senpai, you wanted to see me?” she asked, announcing she had arrived vocally.
Aoshi looked up at her and took off his reading glasses as he stood. He walked over to her and brushed an arm past her side to lock the door behind her as he looked down at her with his usual serious face.
“Yes, Makimachi, I wanted to see you.” he murmured, guiding her towards his desk by pressing lightly against her lower back, and Misao could feel a jolt from the initial contact of his hand on her back.
She watched as he stood before her, leaning against his desk as he grabbed a piece of paper from it and looked it over briefly. Misao watched, wondering what the student council president was going to say to her.
It was no secret that Shinomori Aoshi and Makimachi Misao were rival students. Both competed for top scores on exams, and tries to outdo each other with extra-curricular activities. She was pissed when she found out he made student council president, but she countered by getting appointed head chairperson of the school festival committee. When he made kendo team captain she took the opportunity to snag the spot as editor of the school paper. He had been displeased with that.
Finally he set the paper down and loosened the black tie at his neck, revealing a tantalizing amount of tanned skin at his neck and collar.
“Makimachi, the Spring Culture Festival is coming up and I want to make sure you know that you CANNOT go over the budget set for all the classes.”
Misao nodded.
“I understand, Shinomori-senpai. Is that all you wanted?” she asked, cocking her head to the side and smiling softly.
“No, there was another matter...” he murmured, walking towards her.
They had been rivals since she had been a year 1 student and he year 2.
Everyone knew of the rivalry, and found it often entertaining.
Aoshi stood close to Misao, towering over as his icy blue eyes peered into ocean blue ones.
He put one hand on her shoulder, and the other grabbed her forearm as he roughly turned her around and pressed her against him.
“Shinomori-senpai....what...”
She stopped talking when she felt warm lips slide against the skin of her neck, followed by soft and then not so soft biting. She only barely noticed until it was too late that he had used something, his tie most likely, to tie her hands behind her back.
She struggled lightly against the tie around her hands only to have him still her arms as he used one to hold her still while the other began unbuttoning her school uniform jacket, and then the white shirt underneath, separating the shirt folds so her bra-clad chest was revealed.
She gasped lightly when she felt his hands graze lightly over her stomach and move up to cup one of her breasts, lightly kneading before he moved to pinch and tease her hardened nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.
Misao moaned softly at the feel of it, leaning back against Aoshi as he moved his hand, which had been holding her to him, to cup the other breast and give it equal attention.
She tilted her head up, noting the look of concentration on his face before he looked at her and flashed her a devilish grin. One of his hands moved downward, over her abdomen and over the pleated skirt, then under the skirt, tracing slow circles up her thigh.
“Shinomori...senpai....what are you....” she closed her eyes and groaned softly when she felt his hand move her center and stroke lightly through the fabric of her underwear until she was writhing lightly in his grasp.
Deciding he’d tortured her enough, he moved his head down to hers to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands quickly under the fabric of her underwear as he stroked the small bundle of nerves at the crux of her throbbing sex, causing Misao to gasp and moan incoherently, moans that grew louder when his other hand moved to slide a long finger inside her wet center, moving it in and out slowly. Misao unconsciously bucked her hips against his hands, lost in the exquisite feeling he was causing to her body as all rational thought left her mind.
Aoshi moved his finger faster, adding a second one, as Misao began moving frantically until her breathing grew more erractic.
“Come on Misao....” he whispered huskily into her ear and grinned when he felt her body tense and then shudder with the force of her orgasm.
Untying her hands, he watched her silently as she panted heavily and finally met his gaze.
She moved fast as she pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him feverishly as she moved to undo his pants.
Everyone knew they were rivals....that they argued.....that they were always competing....
He turned them around and sat her on the desk, sliding her underwear off and setting them aside as she wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his hardened manhood brush against her center.
“No more games Aoshi.” she murmured against his lips, and then capturing them against while he grabbed her hips and slid himself into her slick heat, starting a fast, rocking rhythm as Misao gasped, breaking their kiss apart and buried her head against the side of his neck as her hips bucked up to meet his, the urge for release overwhelming.
She began suckling on his neck, and Aoshi knew she’d leave a mark.
He didn’t care.
He felt her grip the material at his shoulders as her fist clenched and she moved faster against him, wanting to feel him more and more, deeper and deeper.
Aoshi felt is control fading rapidly and knew he was almost there, that release would soon arrive for them both.
It came for Misao first, as her body tense and shuddered powefully, she silently screamed against his neck as he thrust into her a few more times, finally finding release at the same time Misao bit down hard on his neck.
Collapsing numbly against her, Aoshi could feelt her breathing harshly against his neck, could feel his heartbeat in his ears..
Everyone knew they were rivals, but what everyone did NOT know...
Aoshi moved away from Misao, buttoning his pants back up and straightening himself up as Misao did the same, sliding her underwear back.
What everyone did not know was....they’d been using each other for sex for the past two months.
Misao sighed loudly, buttoning up her jacket.
“Well that makes it what? The fifth time we’ve gotten naughty in here in the past two weeks?”
“Hmm, eight.” Aoshi replied, sitting back at his chair and putting his glasses back on.
Misao shrugged, and moved to his side and hopped up to sit on his desk.
“Well I didn’t expect you to tie my hands up today. What was that all about?”
Aoshi looked over the papers before him.
“Experimenting with something new.” he casually replied.
“It was...interesting. Well I suppose I’ll let you get back to work seeing as we had our daily romp.”
“At school anyway.”
“Oho? Feeling arrogant are we? We’ve got mock exams next week so I may have to cut you off for a while.”
Aoshi didn’t look at her as he read over the papers.
“Won’t happen. You like sleeping with me too much.” he said matter-of-factly.
Misao shrugged.
“I suppose you’re right. I hate it when you’re right. Anyway, I’ll call you on your cell if I’m free tonight, but you may have to settle with your hand.”
Aoshi looked up at her with an arched-eyebrow.
“I don’t sex THAT badly.”
Misao made a ‘che’ noise.
“Yes you do!”
“Go back to class Makimachi before you get in trouble.”
“Hai hai, I’m leaving.” she said, walking out of his office.
Aoshi sighed and leaned back in his chair, smirking a little.
He always looked forward to his little office sessions with Misao.
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“So what did Shinomori-senpai want?” Kaoru asked, as she and Misao walked home together.
“Just to ‘blah blah’ at me over the festival budget. Honestly, I’m head chairperson! I KNOW there’s an equal budget. He just wants to spoil my fun.”
“I think he’s still annoyed about the newspaper thing.”
Misao rolled her eyes.
“Oh well! He went and got to be kendo team captain and student council president!”
“Hmm, I suppose.”
“You going psycho for the mock exams yet?”
Misao nodded seriously.
“Hell yes I am! I’m going to beat Shinomori Aoshi for number one if it’s the LAST thing I do!”
Kaoru laughed.
“Misao-chan, sometimes I think you work so hard just to outdo Shinomori-senpai. You remember fun, right? That thing you used to have?”
Misao rolled her eyes.
“I have fun, Kaoru-chan! Believe me!”
‘Secret, sexy fun.’
“Right, studying. How stimulating.”
Misao shook her head.
‘If you only knew, Kaoru-chan. I get PLENTY of stimulation.’
They reached the corner where they went separate ways and Misao waved good bye to Kaoru, walking towards her house as she whistled softly.
Opening the gate to the apartment complex, she walked up the black iron steps to her apartment, fishing out her keys and walking inside, kicking off her shoes and setting her bag down.
Unbuttoning her jacket and throwing it on the floor she grabbed a soda from the fridge and walked to her couch, sitting down with a sigh.
She looked at the books on the coffee table and narrowed her eyes at them.
“I’m missing out on sex to spend the night with you, I better get top mark.” she said to the books, closing her eyes and groaning she let herself fall onto her side as she curled up on the couch.
She let herself think back, to the night where it all changed, where she and Aoshi ceased to simply be rivals and into something more...
Two months earlier, Aoshi had thrown a party at his family’s beach house since it was a holiday weekend. Most of the juniors and seniors were there, most Aoshi didn’t even know. Sanosuke and his girlfriend Megumi were there, Kenshin and Kaoru, even Saitoh and his girlfriend Tokio.
Misao had been having a good time with her friends, having a couple wine coolers and she felt pleasantly warm. She had been wearing dark denim jeans and light blue satin tank top which had been covered with a red zip-up hooded sweatshirt which Misao discarded.
It was late, midnight, and some people had left but for the most part there were still a lot of people. Misao had wandered to a room, opening and shutting the door behind her as she noticed the figure standing outside in the balcony.
She walked up to him slowly, a sly smile on her face.
“Well well, Shinomori Aoshi smoking? How scandalous.” she teased, watching him smoke.
He took the cigarette from his lips to exhale.
“What’s wrong Misao? Does it bother you I do something you can’t?”
She arched an eyebrow and grabbed the cigarette from his lips, taking a drag and then exhaling, ending with making smoke rings.
“Oh look, rings. Yep, Aoshi, I’ve never smoked before.” she said sarcastically, handing him back his cigarette as she took another sip of her Kiwi-Strawberry wine cooler.
“What bring you to my room?” he asked, finishing his cigarette.
“Well I didn’t know it was your room and I just wanted to get away from everyone. Same as you I suppose.”
“Aa.” he murmured, facing the beach and closing his eyes as a light breeze blew. It was slightly chilly, but felt refreshing.
Misao blinked, taking in his appearance. He was wearing black pants and a form-fitting dark violet button up shirt, and she could see some of his muscles pressed against the fabric.
She realized she was staring.
She wasn’t blind or stupid, she knew Aoshi was a gorgeous guy, she’d always thought him to be the best-looking male she knew. She often wondered if that was a reason she was so obsessed with beating him academically.
She sighed softly, wrapping her arms around herself.
“Cold?”
She turned to face him, smiling shyly.
“Yea, is it obvious?” she asked.
She watched as his eyes briefly dipped to look at her chest then back to her face.
“Aa.”
Misao blinked and looked down, her cheeks reddening as she noticed how he had guessed she was cold. It was pretty apparent when her nipples became visible through the fabric of her tank top.
Feeling her face redden, her lips parted but no words came out as she stared at him.
“That’s...really perverted of you to notice! Why were you staring at my chest?!” she asked, embarrassed.
“Because it was quite obvious. Don’t flatter yourself. And besides, that is a revealing top.”
“So you WERE looking anyway!” she accused, moving closer to him and pointing a finger at him.
“Like you weren’t just looking at me, Misao?”
She blinked.
“Don’t change the subject, Shinomori. You were totally...ogling me!”
“I believe you as you put it, ogled me first, Makimachi.” he said, staring down at her petite form as he moved closer to her in their arugment.
“Whaaaaaaaat?! You are delusional!” she yelled.
“And you’re in a lot of denial!” he yelled back into her face.
Her eyes widened as her chest heaved with anger, and he too looked angry.
And then it happened.
Neither knew who initiated it, but one minute they were fighting and the next they were in each other’s arms, kissing as if their lives depended on it.
Aoshi place a hand on the back of her neck and the other around her waist as he deepened the kiss further, leading her back into his room and trying to shut the balcony door behind him. It look a few tries, but he managed, pulling the thick curtains shut as he did.
He was amazed that he hadn’t noticed when she removed his shirt, until he felt her tongue and lips rake across his collarbone.
They didn’t make it the bed the first time, instead he took her on the soft carpeted floor. The second time they managed to get to the bed, and the third time they didn’t even where they were as Misao yelled out Aoshi’s name over and over as if it was the only word she knew.
The next morning as the sun peeked through the not-quite shut curtains, she had shifted in her sleep, then awoken surprised at the feeling of warm, hard body moving next to her.
They had woken up startled at what had happened.
“Wh...what the hell did we do?” Misao asked, paling as she noticed she was completely naked and there was a definite tenderness between her thighs.
“We had sex. A lot of sex I think.” Aoshi said, rubbing his eyes and groaning.
“Did you...drink last night?”
“Only two wine coolers, but my alcohol tolerance isn’t the best. You?”
“A LOT of wine coolers. Oh my God....” she murmured, as the events of the night before came back to her. “Oh my Gooooooooood!!” she said against, her cheeks reddening as she recalled his hands on her, his mouth, him moving inside of her...
Aoshi too was recalling the events, glancing at Misao and he could tell from her red face she recalled it all too.
“Misao...I...”
She turned to face him, biting her lip.
“Shino....Aoshi. This was my first time.” she mumbled.
His eyes darkened, and he looked away.
Guilt filled him.
“Misao, I’m so sorry...I should have never...”
“Aoshi, it’s okay!” she said, putting her hand lightly over his mouth to cut him off. “It’s...okay.” she said again, to herself.
She saw he was in thought, thinking of what to say.
“Misao...I...did not plan what happened last night but I...can’t regret what happened either. You...it was...immensely enjoyed.” he said, unsure of his words.
She blinked.
“A..Aoshi....”
“I can understand if you regret what happened and I apologize for my actions and can assure you this will never hap...”
He was cut off when she slammed her lips against his, startling him as she straddled him.
“Aoshi, shut up.” she murmured, pressing herself against him.
“Misao?” he asked, his eyes darkening with a hungry look as he said her name as a question.
“Last night was...also immensely enjoyed. I...am glad my first time was with you. You’re...quite a perfectionist in everything it seems.”
He smiled, a feral smile as he placed his hands on her hips, flipping them over.
“Perhaps I should demonstrate my perfectionism again?”
Misao smiled.
“I think you do.”
Misao was startled out of her thoughts by a knocking on the door. Furrowing her brows she got up and went to the door, opening it to see her neighbor, a tall feminine looking man.
“Kamatari, what?”
“Hello to you Mi-chan!”
“Sorry, hello. What do you want Kamatari?”
“Rent money. Landlady asked me to collect it for her so she can watch her dramas. So lazy.”
“Oh, hold on a sec.” Misao said, going into her kitchen and lifting up the fruit bowl, grabbing the yen bills that rested underneath them.
Walking back to her door, she handed the money to Kamatari.
“So what’s got you grumpy?”
“Mock exams next week.”
“Oh, I was wondering why you’ve been so pissy the past few days. And I even brought over Kaikan Phrase to watch.”
“Yes well, I must reach my goal of scoring top place.”
“And beating that Shinomori guy, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Bangable.”
“I...guess you can describe him that way.”
“Or you since you’re the one banging him.”
Misao’s eyes widened.
“I am not!”
Kamatari clucked his tongue.
“Mi-chan, I live next door and can hear things! You’re NOT that quiet when you’re having fun with your loverboy. Though you snagged quite a bishie boyfriend.”
“Ah, we’re not dating.”
“Ohhhhh?” Kamatari asked, arching an eyebrow. “So you’re just using him as a boytoy.”
Misao rubbed her eyes.
“It’s a mutual thing, and I really don’t want to talk about it and I’d appreciate you not saying anything and I REALLY need to start studying so go back to collecting money.”
“Okay fine! Geez! Though I never pegged you as a the casual fuck type. It’s always the quie...well you’re not that quiet so I guess it’s always the genki ones.”
Misao blinked.
“Go away!” she said flustered, shutting and locking her door.
Kamatari did have a point, no one would suspect that she would be having a sexual tryst with Aoshi. Which made it that much more easier to keep a secret.
And he was oh so very good in bed.
“Geez, I’m addicted to sex with Aoshi....eh, could be worse.” she mused, as she finally sat down and cracked open a book and began studying.
After the morning after where they did it again, they couldn’t simply make it a one-time thing as soon enough they were making out in empty classrooms, doing naughty things in the student council office, and their study sessions (the rare times Misao let Aoshi study with her at her apartment) always seemed to end in sex most of the time. She was once again grateful that she had been prescribed birth control pills when she was fifteen to regulate and lesson her time of the month.
But they didn’t date. They were both busy and still rivals despite their pension to sleep together, and dating would just make things even more complicated.
Though the only reason she even studied with him was to try to get better scores.
She looked down at the Calculus equations and sighed in hatred for the subject.
“This is all for top score....damn I hate Calculus....” she grumbled.
She realized lately they’d been spending more time together, and she didn’t really mind....she was actually enjoying any time she could spend with him...and most of the time they didn’t do anything sexual....just enjoyed each other’s company.
This kind of worried Misao.
‘I think I’m getting TOO addicted to Aoshi....but I know it’s not just me.’
It wasn’t that she completely didn’t WANT to date...the truth was...she liked being rivals...she kinda liked the challenge he presented....
But she also liked his touch, his kiss, the way he murmured her name...
‘Freaking Aoshi, he turned me into a nymphomaniac. And who knew he was one. Always the quiet ones.’ she mused and finally stopped thinking about him so she could study.
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Lemony lemony, ne!? Different too.
The title of this fic comes from the Buck Tick song of the same name, ‘Candy’.
And for anyone who may think it, Misao really isn’t slutty, she just can’t help but want to bang Aoshi...::can we blame her?::
And Misao is...um, 17 is this. Aoshi is 18. The thing about Misao being prescribed birth control pills to regulate and lessen her time of the month IS medically accurate. Birth control pills make you VERY regular and also makes flow lighter to almost non-existent, and helps fight acne, and helps prevent pregnancy.
So Misao’s been on the pill for two years so she’s NOT ending up pregnant in this story.
Let’s see....was there anything else....hmmmmmm......
I know some people might go, wtf, they got drunk on wine coolers? Trust me on this, if you’re in a crowded room, barely ate, and have more than three you WILL start feeling it!
And Aoshi has no tolerance anyway.
But they weren’t THAT drunk, just enough to loosen inhibitions.
Gyah, I think that’s it. I’m going to sleep.