Fan Fiction ❯ Satoru ❯ Habits ( Chapter 3 )

 

July 10, 2021

Sk8er9: Sorry I haven't logged on in a while. How's your friend?

 

Satoru: It's kinda hard to keep in touch with Miki since last year; his classes are so far away from mine. He has an odd habit of ditching me at times, but I don't mind that much, he always comes back.

 

Sk8er9: Are you still a virgin?

 

Satoru: Yes, why do you care?

 

Sk8er9: Are you as innocent in real life as you are on line, or are you a lie?

 

Satoru: Why would I lie, are you lying?

 

Sk8er9: Where are you right now?

 

Satoru: In my computer class why?

 

Sk8er9: Are there any cute guys in your class?

 

Satoru: I won't tell. You write good English for full Japanese.

 

Sk8er9: Lots of practice. My family travels all over. I've done things in a lot of countries.

 

Satoru: What kinds of things?

 

Sk8er9: All kinds. If we meet one day, I might show you, I'll make you not such a virgin.

 

Satoru: How do you know I'll still be one?

 

Sk8er9: I hope so. Would you like for me to do things to you. Maybe while your mom's in the next room.

 

Satoru: Will it hurt?

 

Sk8er9: Do you want it to?

 

Satoru: I have to go, my teacher's coming.

 

 

“Sato-kuuun,” Miki whined as he stood at the entrance to the school building, his school uniform unbuttoned to reveal a clean white T-shirt. The half-Irish bishie held his bag at his knees, pouting cutely, straitening up when a cute boy passed him by. They locked eyes for a moment, the boy mouthing something to him. Miki blushed softly before Satoru mysteriously appeared behind him, “planning to ditch me already?” Emerald eyes glanced back to see Satoru burning holes through his forehead with his piercing blue gaze, “wow . . . you'd think you were jealous or somethin.” Satoru blushed softly before snorting, shoving past him and heading off, “shut-up stupid.” “But Sato-kuun . . .” Miki whined before running behind him, finally catching up and waltzing behind him. Satoru glared up at him briefly, getting even more pissed that his lovely friend had grown over an inch taller than him in the last year. Emerald eyes drifted to his face, before glancing away quickly, “you know Satoru if you didn't dress so messy all the time you would look a lot more attractive, during school is the only time I ever see you tamed.” Satoru grimaced slightly before smiling, “and what next . . . should I give up my slacks for a frilly dress instead.” There was a pause before Miki broke into laughter, almost falling to the ground, “you in a dress, I'd like to see you try.” “What you think you're the only one who can wear a dress around here?” Satoru barked, his face burning red. Miki smirked softly before looking at him, “sounds to me like someone wants to dress up pretty and go to the ball with prince charming, ne Sato-kun,” his eyes lowered accusingly. Satoru's eyes went wide as Miki ran past him, stopping in his tracks and watching, for some reason what Miki had said sounded like a really good idea. `What am I thinking?' he cleared his mind before running after his friend.

 

Satoru sighed as he sipped on his straw lightly, his eyes half lidded as he held his head in his hands, glancing over to see Miki flirting with a random boy. “He thinks he's so cute cause he looks good in a skirt . . .” he muttered before blowing billions of bubbles in his milkshake. He starred up to stare at his face twisted in the trick glass standing behind the bar, his temporarily re-dyed hair matching the blue hue of the mirror. “Hey Sato-kun . . . you just gonna sit there and pout all afternoon,” he growled angrily as Miki slipped his arms around his neck, “what do you want?” “I just wanna know what's been bothering you,” Miki smiled, curly hair slick over Satoru's face, as he starred into the mirror with his friend. Satoru sighed softly, “I don't think I'll make it through another exam,” glancing up at the vixen hugging him. “That's all . . . Mr. Sixteen in less than a week, there's gotta be more,” Miki purred before spinning him around in his chair, placing his hands on Satoru's knees, rubbing up and down his thighs. Satoru looked at him wide-eyed, before slamming his legs closed, “what would you know?” spinning back around angrily. Miki huffed before sitting down in the stool right beside him, fixing his skirt neatly, “would you like to know why . . . I wear a skirt Sato-kun?” Satoru looked up shocked before turning to his friend, “why do you?” “Because . . . I feel more complete, when I'm wearing one . . . have you ever wanted to feel complete, and the only way you could, made your parents not want anything to do with you. Have you?” he whispered as Satoru almost could have sworn he saw a glint of fresh tears brewing beneath his friend's lowered lashes. “You should never . . . ” Miki breathed before lifting his head up quickly, smiling sweetly at his friend, “pretend to be something you aren't, no matter how much it hurts.” Satoru nodded softly before Miki jumped up and pranced off, glancing back at Satoru seductively, “maybe on your birthday I'll give you somethin worthwhile,” winking. “Shut-up,” Satoru winced before turning to the bar and finishing his milkshake.

 

“Kasumi . . . I'm home,” Satoru groaned as he closed the front door of his and his mother's apartment behind him, placing his shoes by the door and dragging his backpack on the floor, “I'm sorry I'm late . . . me and Miki stopped by the market to get some stuff for his grandmo-" He stopped short, starring wide eyed at the scene before him, his mother giggling as she flirted and received love bites from a stranger on their couch. She opened her eyes and blushed softly as she noticed Satoru standing in the door, drained of color, “oh . . . Sato-chan, this is.” She was cut off as her obvious date stood up, holding his arm out for a handshake, “I'm Yukino Misaya, and you must be Satoru.” He stood silently as Satoru ran past him and to his room, slamming the door behind him. “Maybe he's shy,” Misaya shrugged before sitting back down, slipping an arm around Kasumi's shoulders. Kasumi smiled softly, a tint of sadness in her face, “yeah.”

 

 

Satoru calmed his breathing as he opened his door, peeping out to see if his mother and her guest were still out there, before running across the hallway to the small bathroom. He locked the door behind himself and fixed his posture before stripping off his T-shirt, the cold air of the unheated apartment crawling up his spine. “I can't believe her . . .” he groaned, as he bent over the side of the tub, reaching for the faucet and turning it to the left. `It's barely been four years and she's already looking to be hurt again. She couldn't possibly have forgotten what that bastard put us through, could she have?' he thought as he removed his slightly faded jeans and boxers, looking at him self in the mirror quickly. “I need to go on a diet or something, it feels like I way a ton . . .” he mumbled as he straitened himself, pushing out his stomach before blushing, “what the hell . . . I'm talking like Miki.” Sighing he relaxed, turning quickly and plopping down on the bathroom stool; quickly he soaped himself, scrubbing clean. With a groan he stood, turning on the shower and washing the traces of soap from his form, temporary blue dye washing from his hair. Biting his lip, he stepped into the hot water of the small tub, he relaxing as he let his head slip under the water, `stupid Miki rubbing off on me.' He sat up quickly, running his fingers through his hair, “I'll use a different dye next time, this one's shit.” Blue eyes shifted up to the ceiling quietly, his breathing low, `I wish that you . . . were more than my friend, how's that for pain Miki?'

 

July 11, 2021

Sk8er9: Do you have fun at sleep-overs?

 

Satoru: I've slept at Miki's huge house plenty of times, mostly I like to cause it keeps me out of my own. I get to see him without make-up; the only downside is Miki's aunt...and his sleeping habits.

 

Sk8er9: What type of habits?

 

Satoru: Do you have weird sleeping habits?

 

Sk8er9: One day you might find out koi.

 

Miki hummed softly as he and Satoru walked down the pathway to his house, laughing when the blue-eyed angel gave him a worried look, “what's with you?” Satoru sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “why did we have to skip school today, I mean, I had a test, it was kind of odd for you to pop up out of nowhere and say, `hey Sato we're skipping today,' I didn't even pack any clothes.” “Hey...did you wanna spend the weekend or not?” Miki smirked as they neared his front door, flipping raven locks over his shoulder, “I didn't force you to follow behind ya know.” “Are you sure I can spend the weekend?” Satoru drooled as he entered through the door of the to-say-the-least huge house in which Miki lived with his aunt his cousin and her husband, starring up at the high ceiling. “And if they aren't it won't matter cause by the time they get home it will be too late to send you home,” Miki groaned as he shoved past him, slamming the door behind himself, “and stop starring at my ceiling, you've been in here before, it's creepy.” “I know that, it's just so big, too classy for a mess like you,” he smirked before Miki shoved him in the arm, “shut up and take your shit upstairs.” Satoru stuck out his tongue flustered, before he grabbed his bag and started toward the stairs, which were also huge, “I'll die going up and down these.” Miki laughed softly as Satoru started up the stairs, back-pack in hand, mumbling the whole way about it being too much for his legs to take and how Miki was the devil for laughing at him.

 

 

“So Satoru . . . you live alone with just your mother I've heard,” Satoru nodded quickly at the shrill tone from Miki's aunt. “Hmph,” she snorted as she slowly cut her steak, “no father?” “My father lives back in Hokkaido,” Satoru nearly hissed at the shrewd manner of the old woman, his eyes lowered as he starred at the hearty meal before him. She swallowed at this, placing her cloth down, “you're not of full Japanese heritage?” “No...My mother is half and my father is all Japanese,” blue eyes skimmed over her wrinkled face, searching for any sign that her questions would stop. “I see,” she ended, patting her mouth with a cloth before grabbing her cane and standing wobbly, “do make sure you keep an eye on your friend Miki dear.” “Yes mamma,” Miki smiled at Satoru softly from across the width of the table, mouthing an apology. “Why does she ask me the same thing every time we meet?” Satoru whimpered, slicing his meat slowly, “I mean, does she live off the suffering of others?” “Well, that would explain how she's lived so long,” Miki joked before both of them broke into laughter, their joy echoing through the large dinning room. “But she's not that bad, she did take in her cross-dressing, half breed nephew without asking any questions,” Miki mumbled lowly, his tone serious, “no matter how crabby she may seem, she does mean well.” Satoru starred at his friend intently, blue eyes watching as Miki continued with his food, the raven haired lad dressed like a girl as usual, pink bow on both sides of his head. He'd never really considered how alike they were; both of them had parents of mixed races even though they were from two completely different backgrounds. “But she sure is crabby though,” Miki joked, but no one laughed, not even him.

 

“What if someone sees . . . won't it look a bit suspicious?” Satoru grumbled as Miki dragged him into his bed, “oh common Satoru, it's not like were having sex or anything, we're just sleeping.” Satoru blushed bright red at Miki's comment before he was yanked into Miki's bed. He averted his eyes to the wall as Miki dragged the sheets over both of them, slipping his hands around Satoru's chest, “this is okay right?” “Uh sure I guess,” Satoru blushed, forcing a nonchalant smile; he opened his eyes to see Miki fast asleep, their faces only a few inches away from each other. He sighed as he lay alongside his friend, Miki's legs entwined with his as their hips connected. Starring at the raven haired beauty's face silently as he slept, gasping when Miki's arms squeezed him softly. He cleared his throat as he watched his friend's mouth slowly open and close, it was one of the few times he'd seen the boy without make-up and he was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. “Hi . . . soaka . . . ” Miki mumbled softly before his face inched closer to Satoru's, “I . . . love you,” causing the blue-eyed angel to blush deeply, Satoru's eyes starring intently at the soft lips of his friend. Satoru laughed nervously as he tried to pry himself from Miki's grasp, and failing miserably, which was only rewarded with Miki holding him tighter. He finally decided to deal with it, relaxing as Miki cradled his head alongside his jaw, closing his eyes in defeat.

 

Satoru opened his eyes to see Miki wide awake, starring out through his glass, balcony doors, onto the scene outside, green eyes shining brightly. He sat up and smiled softly, stretching quickly, “you get up way too early for it to be the weekend.” Miki turned back to him, an odd look in his face, before spinning back around. “And you wake up too late,” Miki retorted, Satoru ignored him, throwing himself down to the sheets, “you don't mind if I sleep a bit longer do you?”

 

Miki sighed as he floated around atop blue water, the sun beating down on his naked back as the giant blue floater he lay upon glided slowly across the pool. “You know, you can get in the water any time now,” Satoru growled as he popped up beside him, Miki squinted at him through gleaming sun glasses before snorting, “I don't feel like it.” He yelped in shock as Satoru over turned his water bed, his body falling into the pool with a splash, “there, now you feel like it.” Miki spluttered up angrily, his face red, even through the slight tan he had received from the sun, his glasses gone, “what was that for.” Satoru shrugged before diving off backwards under the water, Miki groaning as he waded toward the edge, climbing out slowly. “Where ya goin?” Satoru arched an eyebrow as he popped up from under the water, “to dry off,” Miki barked as he wrung out his hair. Satoru slowly flapped his arms as he watched Miki lay out on a giant towel, replacing his lost glasses. He sighed before heading toward the edge and climbing out himself, “move over,” he hissed as he stood above Miki's form. Miki groaned at him before scooting over to the right, “who said I needed company?” “You did when you asked me to spend the weekend,” Satoru whipped as he lay out beside him, glancing over at Miki before blushing and averting his eyes, “what are you doing?” “What does it look like?” Miki smirked as laid his trunks out in the sun, before getting comfortable as he lay naked on the towel, “drying off, wanna join?” “No thanks,” Satoru rasped before glancing over at Miki's face, make-up still intact, which seemed to stare right into the sun, then his lower regions. He blushed before turning his face away, “you can touch me if you want, a hand job maybe,” his eyes went wide at Miki's words, before he heard a soft giggle. “Shut up,” Satoru barked before turning on his side, Miki laughing to his heart content, “What . . . you so wanna touch it I bet.” “Uun! I do not you perv,” Satoru blushed, ignoring Miki as his laughter only heightened.

 

 

“Pass me three eggs,” Emerald eyes starred down into a bowl of batter as Satoru gently stirred, “hello.” “Oh, sorry,” Miki smiled, dragging his eyes away from the cake batter and spinning, opening his fridge door. Satoru rolled his eyes as he lifted the bowl, still stirring and headed toward the island in the middle of the deluxe kitchen. “I can't believe you can cook, and I thought I was the girly one,” Miki smiled as he stood beside his friend, nudging him in the side softly. “There's nothing girly about wanting to cook,” Satoru mumbled as he took the eggs from his friend, cracking them on the side of the bowl before adding them. Miki watched as Satoru stirred, smiling softly as he turned and leaned against the counter so he could stare his friend in the face. Satoru ignored him for as long as he could before blushing, “what?” looking up into emerald eyes. Miki shook his head before humming, running his finger over the edge of the blue tank top he'd let the sophomore borrow, “you should keep this shirt.” “What do you want?” Satoru barked, before grabbing a pan, “if you say anything weird I'll beat you within an inch of your life with this!” “Nothing . . .” Miki giggled, poking his fingers into the batter, Satoru watched him as he brought the hand to his lips, licking it off softly. Satoru grabbed his hand, his face bright red as he hesitantly pulled it to his own lips, “you shouldn't eat raw batter.” Miki smiled softly as Satoru cleaned his finger tips, before turning away embarrassed, “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean I don't know what just came over me.” “But Sato-kun,” Miki whined as he wiped batter across Satoru's cheek, “I'm still hungry.” Satoru blushed as he starred into Miki's eyes, something almost primal behind emerald eyes, “me too, but the cake takes half an hour to cook.”

 

 

Heat rushed over Satoru's body as Miki's hands ran over his chest, tears forming in his eyes from the small love bites the raven haired vixen left behind. “What if your cousin comes home . . . ” he moaned softly as a tongue flicked out to taste the bead of pre-cum forming on his painfully erect member, Miki ignoring him completely. He hissed softly as the warmth of Miki's mouth slowly engulfed his head, suckling softly, blue eyes starring up at the hazy ceiling of Miki's cousin's room. Miki smiled softly, almost cockily, as he ran his tongue over Satoru's shaft, closing his eyes to savor the salty taste of his friend. Satoru glanced up as well he could to watch his friend work, he'd never seen or imagined anything like it, and he wondered how the seventeen-year-old could have so much experience. He yelped as Miki bit his cock softly, fighting the urge to cry out, “could you relax . . . you just clamped my head between your thighs.” Satoru bit his lip, nodding silently, “I-I'm sorry,” he wasn't even sure if the vixen heard him as he continued his ministrations. Miki hummed as he took his friend fully into his mouth, gently fondling his balls with his right hand. “I-ikiso...” it was barely five minutes before his eyes went wide, Satoru's body stiffening as he shot his load into the back of his friend's hot mouth, and he swallowed quickly, pulling away and letting Satoru's member slip from his lips, “oishii.” Satoru squirmed softly as he felt Miki's mouth leave him, breathing rapidly, “wha-what are you doing,” as he sat up his limp member pressing up against his thigh. Miki laughed at him as he crawled toward him, kneeling before him as he kissed him gently, “I shoulda know a rookie like you wouldn't be able to hang.” Satoru whimpered softly as he felt Miki's hand graze over his sex, “you're evil . . . how could you do this to me?” “You are such a virgin,” Miki smirked before sitting cross legged before him, “now you do me.” “Wh-what . . . I can't do that,” Satoru blushed, starring down at Miki's likewise flaccid member. Emerald eyes rolled as Miki opened his legs, “then just touch it, kiss it, give me a hand job, anything ya got,” smiling softly as Satoru closed his eyes, reaching out to gently rub him. Soon the rubbing turned to stroking as Satoru's hand encircled his reddening shaft, jacking him off, the other going from Satoru's mouth to his own member, rubbing gently. “Wow, you're good at this . . . I can tell what your favorite hobby is,” Miki joked as Satoru bent forward, gently blowing on his tip, the rush of his breath running over Miki's hardening shaft, one of his eyes opening so he could see what he was doing. He gasped as Miki grabbed his shoulders, pushing him up, “what . . . did I mess up?” Miki smirked softly before kissing him deeply, his tongue slipping inside the wet caverns of his mouth, breaking the kiss just as soon as it began, “no, it's just your mouth tastes so sweet . . . almost like candy.” Satoru arched an eyebrow before smirking, his mouth smeared pink from Miki's own, “you know you want me.” Satoru moaned softly as Miki grabbed him, pulling him down on top of him onto the soft bed, kissing him deeply. Miki broke the kiss, his face red with heat, as Satoru lay between his legs, his face reddening at the proximity of his new erection and his friends opening. “Miki . . . I-I've never . . .” as he averted his eyes. Miki blushed as well, knowing what Satoru wanted to ask him, he smirked softly before turning his head to the side, nodding a yes. Satoru gulped about to push into him before Miki, sat up strait, eyes wide, “Was die Hölle Sie ist, machend?” Miki exhaled as he turned onto his side and reached into the drawer of his cousin's night stand, digging around for a few seconds before pulling out a small tube. Satoru looked wide-eyed as Miki squeezed the contents of tube into his palm before grabbing his erection, he hissed in need as Miki's hand glided over him, the tube's contents revealed to be scented lotion. Blushing, Satoru turned away as Miki spread his legs, biting his lip as he slowly inserted a finger into himself, “oh stop being such a wimp!” With a quick gulp he slowly turned back, watching as Miki fingered himself, coating his insides with the lotion, his groin burning with need. “Okay, as you were,” Miki sang as he reluctantly removed his fingers before grabbing Satoru's shoulders and flopping on his back, pulling the younger boy into his chest. He bit his lip harshly as he felt Satoru's lips against his neck, the soft inexperienced hands of his friend spreading his thighs farther, “I think I love you Miki.” Miki bit back a moan as Satoru slowly pushed into him, blue spikes against his face as his friend began to thrust into him, hard breathing against his collar bone. He moaned softly as Satoru squeezed tightly to him, slowly riding inside of him, his pedicured hands clasping his friends back as a jolt of pleasure ran up his spine. Satoru squeaked softly as Miki clenched around him, his stomach tightening as he released, and Miki felt something warm and wet inside of him as Satoru's pace slowed. Miki exhaled deeply as Satoru's cum filled him, Satoru's kisses grazing his neck gently as he cried, the evidence of his tears against Miki's skin. “I'm sorry . . . I-I couldn't hold it,” Satoru sobbed as his pace began to falter.

 

“Oh my god!” Both Satoru and Miki bolted up right at the sound of Michiru's voice, her eyes wide as she starred as the two boys sitting naked in her bed. “Uh cousin, you've heard about Satoru before right, Satoru this is Michi-" he was cut off as she yanked at her sheets, trying to pull it from them, “get out.” Satoru looked to Miki frightened as his cousin began to freak-out, “Get out! Get out! Get out! Now, get out, now!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, forcing the two boys to jump from her bed, scattering for their clothes. “You're kinda early Michiru . . . I thought you'd be home at around nine,” Miki stumbled through his words as he fastened his pants, ducking as the blonde tossed a shoe at him. “I-I'm sorry maam,” Satoru stuttered as he pulled on his shirt, grabbing his belt and running out of her room. Miki followed suit running past his cousin as she swatted at him, she sobbed softly as she starred at her bed, the evidence of what they had done apparent on red silk, “these cost a fortune.” “Sato-kun, wait, where do you think you're going?” Miki smiled as he grabbed Satoru's arm, the shorter boy hyperventilating as he attempted to run through the front door. “You-you're cousin, she's, she saw us . . . she's gonna tell someone and, we, we. I put my in you and-oh, oh god, it's all so confusing, I-I don't know what to,” his ranting was cut off as Miki kissed him, smashing their lips together to silence him, before breaking it. “First, if my cousin didn't know that I'm gay by now, she really is an air-head. Second, she'd never do that to me. Third, yes you did and so, it's not the first. And Fourth, you don't need to do a thing,” Miki smirked as he pecked him again, the two-inch advantage he had on the boy coming in handy. Satoru starred at him cross eyed for a moment, before punching him in the arm, “that's for taking advantage of my young and innocent mind!” “Nope, you're too perverted to have an innocent mind,” Miki laughed before poking him between his eyes, “and the way you bombed on that hand job, there's no telling what you could've broke if you had attempted with someone else.” Satoru blushed deep red before clearing his throat, “you know . . . I don't know what we are anymore, are we boyfriends or what.” Miki starred at him long and hard before breaking into laughter, “you . . . my boyfriend, don't make me laugh.”