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Revenge of The Nerds......Bad Boys Edition	By : Sexybvirgo Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty Three
The Fall Out Part Two
KanamexZeroxTakuma
Zero cursed Yuki for the thousandth, blaming her for the position he was now in.
But really he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He’d played the game and lost. And so now here he was.
He shivered, gasping as the cocks slid over his slick skin. The soft, satiny skin imprinting on his tenderly roused entrance and the ultra sensitive underside of his quickly reviving shaft made him jolt every time they moved. He ached. He didn’t know how low he’d been held captive between them, caged in a plush net of physical limbs and visceral desires. He tugged weakly and only succeeded in pressing the relentless mouth ravaging his even closer. His own was swollen. The lips and teeth at his nape bit and suckled in turns, piling even more sensation atop his already loaded senses. His reality was them. They didn’t let him forget for a moment that they were there, petting him, caressing him. Every area of his body had been discovered, mapped and memorized by their hands. Spread around them wantonly, he was on the verge of submission. Slightly panicked by the thought, he turned his head, dislodging the tongue from his throat and freeing his vocal cords, flinching slightly as the tongue that had filled his mouth for the better part of an hour retreated slowly, taking great care to pet and stroke the sensitive crevices as it went.
“Stop this right now!!” He gasped out, his defenses at an all time low. He felt as he’d come completely undone. The scarf still covered his eyes.Gossamer strands of hair clung to his damp, heated skin. His body burned in full blush, the bites throbbing at the base of his neck and throat. He could just imagine how he looked. Unbroken silence met his desperate demand and he felt the twins tense. They weren’t used to being told no, the notion inconceivable to them.
“Why would we?” That was Kaname, his voice all golden honey. Zero made a soft sound of distress as a fingertip traced the turgid head of his arousal. “Your responses are lovely.”
“Anyone would respond with a hand on their dick,” He spat belligerently. Hopefully if he was enough of an asshole they would just decide it was too much of a hassle and set him free.
Again the cold, hard silence and the feeling of digging one’s own grave. Delicate menace filled the air before the twins moved. With no sight he was unable to counter them successfully as he was stretched out by clever, ingenious hands, all he could do was struggle impotently. Quick as thoughts restraints were slipped around his wrists and ankles. The material was supple, the inner lining soft. But they held when he pulled against them so he ended up like a sweet offering to the ‘gods’. He went absolutely still as he felt eyes rove over his exploited form, taking in every roused line and curve and filing the sight way for future retrieval. He felt as if he was glowing with his embarrassment. He opened his mouth to heap more insults on their heads and shrank back as he felt them surround him again, leaning over him, an air of hungry anticipation hanging around them like a glittering cloud.
“So your body would respond like this if anyone touched you?” Takuma’s gentle, sulky voice made him shiver and that infernal fingertip was back, learning every responsive spot he possessed. He arched as the subtle fondling morphed into an all out caress of his taunt, flushed shaft. He could feel the individual lines of each finger as they molded around his straining cock. “So anyone can seduce you? Anyone can touch you like this?”
He hissed as teeth raked across his nipple and the fingers twisted in a deft stroke, a thumb rubbing over the engorged head, a moaning whine erupting from his throat at the unexpected action. He pulled his swollen bottom lip between his teeth so he wouldn’t answer that insidious question. Before he could blurt out that only these two would do this to him; that only these two could cause the blazing heat that was searing him down to his toes; that only these two would touch him in this way. He turned his face away, knowing they could see the taint of his shame write across it. He shook as strong, tensile fingers threaded through the hair at the base of his skull and gripped tight, bringing his head back around forcefully.
“Never look away from us even when you’re blindfolded. You have nothing to hide from us. So tell us the truth now.” So topsy turvy was he, that he couldn’t tell whose voice issued the command.
He screwed his eyes shut in a telepathic denial. But the twins wouldn’t be denied.
“So you won’t tell us?” The voice rang with lascivious amusement.
His hips bucked up as soft lips brushed over the underside of his dick, that place right under the head that sent a concussion of pleasure impacting through his system. He froze as the tongue slicked over the sensitive slit, unable to voice his protests as all that spilled out when he opened his lips were moans. It was the first time he’d felt such glorious sensation, the feeling of the wet tongue running over him just this short of unbearable The mouth covering his sensitive erogenous zone didn’t halt, sucking at his already piqued flesh. He hung uselessly in the wave of the sensations that submerged him. He couldn’t contain the motion of his hips as he rocked up, pushing swollen, engorged head harder against the the soft lips until it breached and touched the heated moisture within. Shocks of painful, pleasing, sensation rang through him and he shuddered as the the lips slid down his weeping cock, the feel of the flesh like the finest silk where it touched him.
And the mouth was intent on devouring him. It slid to the base of his cock, the agile tongue sweeping along his length before his pulled away sucking as he withdrew. He groaned as the mouth dropped down his cock once again, enveloping him in the exquisite sensations.
“Please!” He sobbed softly.
“Please what?” Now that was definitely Kaname, his voice soft and entranced.
“Please stop!”
Because if they didn’t he was going to totally lose it. The heat boiled, coursing through his blood, threatening to blow his senses away completely. He tried to shake his head to clear the flamboyant desire. He just wanted a clear head so that he could reject them properly, but every time he found a small hole of resistance, they covered it completely and he was left in the same, desperate, greedy state once again.
“We can’t Zero.” That infernally soft voice whispered in his ear. “No one has ever made us feel this way. So lay back and let us enjoy you.”
“Fucking bastards,” Zero cursed weakly, barely able to speak in the wake of the exquisite felicity.
The mouth had yet to cease its movements and he’d yet to stop his slow thrusting. The result was an explosion of rapture that curled his toes against the silken sheets. Lips slid down his cock sucking and nibbling. He opened his legs wide open to it, enchanted by this new feeling, the bliss of it bringing his back off the bed. He was helpless in the wake of it, his hips moving on their own, rolling up slowly to push his cock into the throat lovingly cupping it. He threw his head back, as the throat encompassing his head suddenly vibrated with hunger. He jerked, felt himself slide over the edge of the ultimate satisfaction, his face hot as the orgasm took him, swept him away as if he were nothing. The golden curtain of ecstasy swept over him, washing away reality. He couldn’t shield against it as the tongue slid down his throat resuming it’s former position, bliss smothering his desperate words.
But he told them with the movements of his undulating body exactly what he felt.
Only you can touch me like this.
Only you can cloud my head like this.
Only you can give me this pleasure.
Only you.
RxOxTxNx

The change in the twins demeanor woke him.
He’d been resting in the tangle of their limbs, their deep breaths soothing him in his sleep, the relaxed puzzle covering the bed. So the moment he felt the intensity replace the slumbering relaxation, he woke. His head rested on a shoulder while one long, pale leg was thrown over someone’s waist. Something cautioned him against opening his eyes and he was glad that he followed that intuition as the twins sat up on either side of him, their manners slightly combative.
“What do you want Haruka?” He barely stopped the flinch at the cold grate of Kaname’s voice.
“What do I want?” He did flinch as the cold breeze of that voice blew through the room. “I see my boys off to school hoping that they’ll get a gainful education. And you know what I get? I get that they are chasing a piece of ass around campus! And school hasn’t even started yet!”
Zero cracked his eyelids at that and saw a man seated in grandiose style in front of the twins bed. His legs were crossed behind a tall cane, and a gleaming fur coat draped the chair, ahem, throne he was sitting in. Long, chestnut hair cascaded over his shoulders. The graceful, lines of his gorgeous face stunned Zero into unaccustomed silence. A tall equally stunning brunette stood at his shoulder, his manner submissive. A body guard perhaps.
“Maybe you can tell me why I’m hearing this story so early in the year? You usually wait until second semester until you pull this shit.” The older knockout looked over his shoulder at his companion. “Rido, does this make a record or not?” The man turned back, his face hard. “At least let me see this embodiment of irresistibleness that has you so caught up you can’t even get your school books together!”
Zero stiffened as that larger than life force came closer. His bones curled up, expecting the worst so it was with distinctive relief when the man began to bray with laughter, but his next words tightened him all up again. “Oh Ho! What a wonderful surprise! So what are you going to do when Cross finds out that you’ve violated his precious son! Ha Ha! Now that is a conversation that I would dearly love to be privy to!”
LavixAllen

“So who is this paragon of virtue you fell in love with?”
Though the teasing redhead couldn’t see it, Allen balked, glad that it was dark in the car. He carefully didn’t look at the firebrand. “You wouldn’t know him so why does it matter?”
Allen was deliberately being obtuse. No way was he going to tell his first love about his first love.
“But how could I not know him?” Lavi needled. “I knew every one you knew.”
Fortune was smiling on him. Lavi wasn’t looking at him. But it wouldn’t be long before he was again. He hadn’t really taken his eyes off of Allen since they’d gotten in the car. And right on Que. Lavi’s eyes turned to him. “So who was it?”
“I’m not saying,” Allen snapped “There are some things one should keep to themselves.”
Once again Lavi’s eyes glowed green in the darkness. “Nothing is sacred between you and I Allen.” It was said loquaciously but Allen couldn’t help but think that there was something deeper to what the firebrand was saying. “So you really refuse to tell me.” Flat and disappointed. Those were the only words that could describe Lavi’s voice.
Highly attuned to the male at his side, Allen stiffened. A wide thread of himself wanted to give in and just tell him anything just to erase that sullen tone. But once he started lying he’d have to continue and he didn’t have the strength to start that downhill train right now. Instead he narrowed his vision and focused down to the teeming surf outside.
“Try me.”
He huffed. Irritated that Lavi wouldn’t give it up. “I told you, you wouldn’t know him-“
“No, not that,” Lavi interrupted, and his voice held none of the playfulness that it might have usually. “Try Me.” His voice lowered, deepening to a pitch soft and flowing, that Allen was surprised to hear. It echoed with latent sensuality that he’d always sensed about the red head. “Could you imagine it? Me deep inside of you. So deep, that you feel it here.” Quick as a thought, Lavi’s finger scratched across his throat.
Heat filled the small space of the car and Allen felt as if there was warm draft was lifting his hair from his shoulders, shock suffusing his cheeks with scarlet life. He imagined it, Lavi straining over him, filling him up, hitting all the right spots. That he could see it clearly didn’t shock him. He’d imagined it many times. But Lavi really couldn’t mean what he thought he meant.
“You said that you’re first love is out of the picture. If it’s just for fun, Kanda is not suitable. Let me teach you how good another’s touch can be.”
Allen squeezed his eyes shut sure that Lavi wasn’t even contemplating the same subject he was. “I’m really sure that you don’t mean th-“
“Don’t tell me what I don’t mean,” Lavi imparted harshly, not letting him finish that sentence.
Allen bent forward in the seat, resting his forehead on the dash. His white hair swung into his face, hiding his scalding cheeks. “But you like girls. You’ve always had a big breasted female hanging on your every word. Why would you suddenly be willing to try it with me?”
“None of them were you. That’s why none of them stuck around. That’s why I’m willing to try it with you.”
Oh no.
He couldn’t believe it. Panic shook the foundations of his beliefs and tiny tremors shook him. Anger replaced that emotion quickly.
“This is not funny.” He didn’t turn his head, didn’t want to face the look he was terrified would be in Lavi’s eyes, scared of seeing that same old carefree, worry about nothing expression. “I thought we were friends.”
“We are.”
Just those two words and the redhead paused, the silence in the car heavy with anticipation. Allen spoke again to negate the words he could feel coming. “Take me back to my dorm.”
“Allen-“
“Now!” It was uttered in quivering voice but the two occupants didn’t doubt he meant exactly what he said.
“I don’t want to.”
His head swung around so fast that the white blur of his hair resembled blowing smoke for an instant. His gray eyes met resolute green and he knew that he was fucked.
“Kanda is no good for you.”
“How can you say that! You don’t know what’s good for me!”
A slow smile curved Lavi’s mouth and it brightened the car like a ray of sunshine. “I do.”
Allen couldn’t help leaping for the bait. “And what do you think is good for me?”
“Me.”
At once he was sorry he asked. He fixed incredulous eyes on the friend that he’d just realized that he wanted to keep as a friend. His only friend. He pressed his back against the door hoping that Lavi wouldn’t see the confusion on his face. He was glad. He’d spent years suppressing his desire and now that he was ready to move on, his dream/nightmare had come back to haunt him. He shrank back against the door, his face mirroring every emotion he was feeling at the moment. It was his greatest hope, spilling from the luscious lips of his crush and he didn’t quite know how to act. He’d given up on that hope and now here Lavi was dangling the forbidden fruit in front of his face.
“Take me home. My first class is at eight thirty, I’d rather not be late.”
“Really.” The voice matched the disbelieving expression. “I’m giving you what you want and you want to go back to the dorms?”
His mouth went dry as the implications of Lavi’s sentence struck his nervous system, his eyes widened, resembling clear cut glass. “What?”
“Did you think that I didn’t know?” There was absolutely no mirth in the red hair’s green eyes. He was deadly serious. “Your face is very expressive.”
His vision narrowed down until it felt as if he were staring at Lavi down a long, tunnel. His thundering heartbeat seemed to echo throughout the car. Embarrassment splotched his cheeks red as he thought of all the times he watched Lavi, imagining something deeper between them than just friendship. And then another thought dropped into his head, a horrible one to be sure. But once he thought it, it stuck like crazy glue. His eyes widened and his hearth thumped irregularly. “You knew all this time? When did you figure it out?”
Lavi laughed, a deep husky sound that penetrated the deepest levels of him. “When it first began.”
“And yet you’ve never said anything before now. Why is that?”
On an instinctive level he suspected that he knew the truth and so waited for Lavi’s answer with baited breath.
“Because the timing wasn’t right. There were somethings that I had to come to grips with, namely wanting my best friend among other things.”
His mouth fell open. That wasn’t was he was expecting at all. “And it had nothing to do with Kanda?” He asked the question skeptically. He’d seen how the two reacted to each other.
“Kanda has nothing to do with this.” The glittering voice dropped an octave, resonating deep inside of him. “And don’t talk about other guys, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
He must resemble an owl, his eyes were so big, but he couldn’t help trying to see more of the emotion that was ranging across Lavi’s face. They set his back against the door as a decidedly dangerous air began to emanate from Lavi. “And you’re not allowed to see Kanda again.”
“Wha-!!!” His features hardened as the first string of anger before to tie his own emotions. “Hold on a fucking minute! You don’t have the right to tell me who I can and cannot see!”
“Yeah, I do.”
Allen pressed harder against the door, having never heard that particular tone of Lavi’s voice before. Somehow it was scarier than the intentionally bland tone he used with everyone else. And the look in his eyes was something Allen had never had the grace to witness before was directed at him. Clearly Lavi had changed more over the summer than he’d suspected.The atmosphere in the car was suddenly claustrophobic. He abruptly decided that this conversation was best held in a place much more visible.
“Look, I really don’t want to be late to class tomorrow. We can talk about this some other time.”
Green eyes narrowed at his evasion. “Fine. We’ll continue this tomorrow after class.”
Allen had not such intentions. “What in the hell has gotten into you? First you won’t see me and know you want to monopolize my time? I’ll see who I want to see!” He deliberately broke the eye contact between them. “I’m tired, take me back to the dorms.”
He jumped slightly as the engine purred to life. He felt lightheaded in the wake of the relief that flooded his body. They’d crossed the line tonight. A line he’d never even hoped to approach. It irked him that it had come after he compartmentalized his feelings and decided to leap into a new terrain, keeping Lavi as a friend. That his dream was coming true was somehow lost in the equation.
The ride was completed in tense, awkward silence. At least on his part. Lavi didn’t seem affected by the end of their conversation.

Allen barely let the car roll to a stop before was pushing the door open to make a hasty exit. He was yanked to a hard stop as Lavi reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He gasped audibly as hard arms encircled his chest. The warm exhalation against his nape proceeded the soft warning.
“Remember what I said Allen. And I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He shook off the arms, knowing that he escaped only because Lavi allowed it, and ran for his dorm as if the Baskerville hounds nipped at his heels.
RxOxTxN

Fai woke after a long night of tossing, opening one eye to peer sleepily at the alarm clock and bolted up in panic.
Fuck! If he was reading the clock correctly, and he was sure he was, he had only twenty minutes to get dressed and get to class. Somehow he'd slept through the alarm. He cursed as he made a mad dash for the shower and scrubbed hurriedly. The franticness of his actions distracted him from what had distracted him all night. He had to get to class and if there was one thing that his parents had pounded into his head, missing class or being late for any reason was unacceptable. So it was with still wet hair and hastily donned clothing that he ran for the building that contained his first class. He slid through the door with one minute to spare, breathed in relief and promptly let it out in dismay.
Every desk in the classroom was taken. Except for one. The one next to the one occupied by the long body that had run through his dreams all night. His panicked eyes searched the classroom in vain for the another seat, the indifference he'd suffered the previous day a fresh wound. It was no use, each high legged, black topped chemistry table was taken except the one in the back, third row. And he was sitting there, black head bent over an open text book, pack back leaned against the table. The sight paralyzed him, feet stuck to the floor as if the utterly gorgeous sight had hammered nails through his toes. Bright and fresh and clean, as if he'd been renewed by the new day. He wondered if he looked as flabbergasted as he felt.
Really? He thought. He was almost tempted to walk out, but that was no good. His parents would kill him.
"Were you going to join us perhaps?"
He attention swiveled to the head of the classroom, where the teacher, slender in stature and brown haired was looking at him curiously. He smiled weakly in response and started for the empty seat, aware of the students' gazes on him. All but one that was. He was as unaware of his presence as he'd been the day before. Fai ran a self conscious hand through his damp hair and set his own backpack under the table before sliding into the seat. He made sure not to look anywhere other than to the front of the class. It would have been much easier if the musky scent of clean male wasn't assaulting his senses with each breath. It was so potent, so alluring that he curled his body around the corner of the table to keep from angling closer. Instead he watched as the teacher scrawled his name across the blackboard.
"My name is Syaoran Reed. I will be your Advanced Chemistry teacher for the year. I'm handing out a syllabus that will be strictly followed. Get familiar with the person sitting next to you. He or she will be your lab partner for the rest of the semester."
Up until this point, he'd been strenuously trying to forget who was sitting next to him. He drew a startled breath at that statement and snuck what he hoped was a discreet glance the raven sitting next to him. He was relaxed at his side, his tall, rangy body taking up more than half of the working space. Stunned by the impressive visage sharing his space, he quickly turned his gaze away, then berated himself. When had he become as timid as a virgin maiden? Pissed off with himself, he made his eyes turn back. Faced his opposition head on. He let his mouth curl into a small, deliberate smile.
"So I guess we're stuck with each other for the rest of the semester."
He watched in bemusement as the raven head turned in his direction, black eyes glinting in the stock lighting in the room. A mercurial gleam shot through the inky eyes in a flash of red, gone as quickly as it had come and Fai told himself that he'd imagined it as the dark eyes became indifferent once again, the spectacular face, chiseled by strong lines impassive.
"As long as you're not late to every class."
Bastard!
His mouth tightened, thrown by the shock of such a blatant lack of tact. He shifted his focus before he could spit out what was on his mind, turning his attention back to the teacher. Damn it! What the hell was wrong with this guy? He knew he was stunning, had been informed of this all of his life and the man sitting next to him was apparently into guys so what was wrong?
Growl.
No sound escaped him, though he wanted to howl out loud like a rabid wolf. He hadn't been ignored like this since he'd hit puberty. That it was happening now was beyond disbelief. It sparked a tension in his heart that he'd never ever thought he'd feel, and he swore that before the semester was over he'd get the attention he so craved from the raven.
In his bed, a great big presence between his legs.
Yeah.
Then he'd just walk away.
Because really, who'd want to be collared?
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