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TOGETHER ALWAYS
A W Juliet Challenge fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE: Get schooled! School is the theme. (Week 34)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story makes reference to events that take place in volume six. Somewhat the opposite of "Wait For Me" and follows what does actually happen in the manga. However this is not a true ending. I'm only up to volume 7 at this point, so this is a take on what could be. Warning: lemon content. A standard disclaimer follows the story.



"So this is it, huh?"

The gymnasium of Sakura High sat quietly wrapped in darkness. Bleachers had been recalled into their hidden homes. The floor had been cleaned of garbage, chairs stacked and ready to be put away. The stage had been stripped of its decor, leaving only the red carpet drapery and a lone podium sitting to the right.

"It's finally over."

Any sign of the days activites was now shrouded in shadow. The graduation commencement was over. All the student and their proud parents were already gone, partying with friends or celebrating with loved ones.

"Now the real challenge begins."

Two students yet remain. Their caps and gowns exchanged for more comfortable outerwear, they sit on the edge of the stage. Hand in hand they enjoy each others company. It is the beginning for them. The beginning of a new life unhindered, unhidden.

Together.

"Do you remember the night we performed here for Tsubaki?"

Ito's smile was big. "How could I forget?" She squeezed the hand she

was holding. "I really thought it was over that night."

"Me, too." Makoto sighed heavily. "I thought she was going to drag me out of here."

"She wouldn't do that...would she?"

"Probably not." He squeezed her hand in return. "But even if she hadn't there would've been more challenges ahead."

"And it was easier with her on our side, huh?"

"No doubt."

"I was so relieved when she turned around and left," Ito said, her smile fading. "You know, I realized something that night."

"What's that?"

She blushed furiously. "I'm embarrassed to say it."

Makoto stood, moving so that he was positioned before her. Relinquishing her hand, he pressed his palms against her cheeks. Gently, he forced her to look at him. "Ito-san can tell me anything."

"I know that!" She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Would it help if I told you what I learned that night?"

Curious, she asked, "What?"

Resting his forehead against hers he whispered, "That I would have died if I had to go home with my sister." He smiled, cheeks tinting in embarrassment. "And that I couldn't spend the rest of my life without you."

Ito returned his smile unconsciously. How had she managed to spend two wonderful years with this person? How had they beaten the odds stacked so highly against them? Her luck was never so good.

Of course, she still needed to explain to her family why her best friend -- correction, her boyfriend -- was pretending to be a woman....

Still, she smiled at Makoto, looked him directly in the eye and confessed what she couldn't moments before. "I can't live without you, either, Makoto."

"I love you, Ito."

"I love you, too."

They had shared a brief kiss on that stage once before. It was after a performance meant to convince Makoto's sister not to drag him back home. Neither thought it would work, but hoped. Relieved that it had, they shared a spontaneous, brief kiss.

Now filled with relief that all their troubles were over, their lips met with more passion, more longing. They had shared many kisses, but little compared to the want and need this one expressed. In an attempt to be closer, Makoto stepped forward. Ito had to part her knees to allow him close enough for their torsos to touch. His hands remained on her face. Hers found purchase on his shoulders. Grasping the material of his shirt in her fists, her want and need for him tried to find another outlet.

When they parted, lungs begging for air, Makoto's lips traveled elsewhere. Along the curve of her chin to her ear, tiny kisses were planted. His hands left her face, arms wrapping around her. Pressing his palms against her back, he pulled her closer. With a hint of a smile, he closed his lips over her earlobe.

Ito closed her eyes, sighing as his kisses moved elsewhere. Her body jumped when he suckled her earlobe, quickly relaxing. She thought she'd melt in his arms. Her own lips planted light kisses to his neck.

Her fingers sporadically pulled on his shirt, moving from his shoulders to his waist. They tugged and pulled until she finally felt bare skin under her fingertips. She was rewarded with a sigh in her ear before his lips closed over her neck, causing her to melt further.

His hands were busy too. One caressed her side, moving upward then inward. Casually he brushed his thumb across the underside of her breast. Receiving a sigh in response he boldly cupped her in his hand. Carefully he squeezed, testing the weight and feel. When there was still no complaint, he pinched her hardening nipple between his fingers.

Ito gasped. Her body loved his attention. Craved more of it. But ever so slowly her more logical instinct kicked in. They had played in private before, although not quite like this. This was much bolder. And much more out in the open.

"Mako--!"

"Hmm?"

"We're out in the open." No sooner were the words spoken than she felt his bare hands against her rib cage. His hands sought what they had touched.

"So?"

"So...what if we're caught?"

He pulled away briefly, kissing the tip of her nose. "We have no more secrets...."

"I know that!" Flustered she swallowed hard. "I mean what if someone -- a teacher -- walks in on us."

Carefully, he continued his ministrations, lifting Ito's shirt just enough to catch a glimpse of one breast. "Then they'll get the performance of their lives."

She moaned as his fingers pinched her nipple. Her own hands grasped at his bare sides, wanting to touch him more. "Makoto...."

"Ito, I...I don't want to hold back any more."

The look in his eyes was more animal than human. It was as seductive as his lips, slightly parted as he breathed. She leaned forward a little, giving him better access, but he was still to far away for a kiss. She mewled in frustration. Even her hands could not pull him closer.

"If you're not okay with this--?"

He started to pull away more, but her legs caught him, trapping him. He was surprised when she leaned forward and kissed him. More surprised when she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside on the stage. With a smile she pushed further back onto the stage, releasing her hold on him.

"Let's give 'em a show."

Makoto could only nod as his eyes took in her form. She wore no bra, her breasts small but proudly protruding towards him. She wore a pair of bikini underwear under the short black skirt she wore for the special occasion. Green, too. He wondered briefly if she had considered this event.

Then she held out her hand, and thought was lost.

His smile matched the feral look in his eyes as he closed the little distance left between them. Climbing up on the stage, he paused long enough to take off his shirt. Eyes remained locked as he accepted her hand. Without warning he pulled, tugging her to her knees.

They smiled at each other, and the play began again.

His lips latched onto her breast. She gasped, her body trembling from the unfamiliar sensation. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into his blond hair. She arched back, only one of his hands kept her from falling. His other was busy kneading her opposite mound.

Idly she knew she wanted to give him the same pleasure. With one still clutching his golden locks, her other hand wandered across his shoulder and downward. She was awed as muscles jumped under her touch. His martial arts background meant that he was fit and random images of him with his bare chest came to mind. She gently plucked at one nipple, earning a moan.

Makoto whispered her name between kisses, his lips trailing tiny pecks until they reclaimed her lips. His arms wrapped loosely around her, hands resting low on herback. His body tensed when her hand carefully held his hardened member through his jeans. Then he melted as her lips kissed his neck.

"Is it all right if I --?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice. They parted slight so that Ito could see the waistband of his pants. Her fingers trembled as she attempted to unbutton and unzip. He whispered encouragement in her ear, causing her to shudder and melt even more.

"Ito...onegai...."

No sooner did his plea cross her ears than she finally achieved her goal. She rubbed his length, still encased in underwear. He groaned, rocking against her touch. Emboldened, she reached into his underwear to touch the object of her current desires. She gasped at the feel of him, swollen steel wrapped in smooth skin.

Burying his face in her shoulder, Makoto let one hand travel around and upward. He grasped her breast, holding it as carefully as she held him. When she would stroke, he would squeeze. When she would squeeze, he would play with her nipple. When her thumb grazed the head of his erection, he squeezed again, biting into her flesh to hold back a groan.

"N-n-no more."

Ito was surprised to find herself falling backward. Warm hands held on to her thighs, moving upward until they reached under her skirt. She sighed as fingers caressed the inside of one thigh. Shivered as her underwear was pulled down enough for one finger to sneak inside. Add to this the feel of his lips on her breast and she soared.

"Ma...ko...to...."

"I've waited forever for this," he whispered against her shoulder, adding a second finger between her folds. "I don't think I can wait any longer."

Ito's body answered for her. She felt warm heat build in her abdomen before exploding outward. Grunting, her body stiffened with his fingers buried deeply inside of her. She could feel his erection against her thigh, now free of its confines. Reaching for him, she guided him to where she wanted him to be.

"Onegai," she whispered. "I don't want to wait.... I can't!"

Makoto groaned, his length pulsing in her hand. He pulled at her underwear, nearly ripping them in his attempt to get them out of the way. He sucked in a breath as their bodies made contact. Shivers moved along his spine as the head of his erections rubbed her damp petals, nudging at her opening.

Then he thrust, an action his body decided on rather than his mind. Lodged tightly inside of her, he slowly let out the breath he'd been holding. He tried to stay still for her benefit, knowing that he'd taken something very precious. Unfortunately his body didn't want to remain still. Her didn't either.

"Ito...."

"Oh gods, Mako...."

She muttered his name, over and over as he started to move. There was pain. That she expected. What she didn't expect was the numbing of her brain, the excitement of her body as she felt him within her. His movements, slow as they were, only made her more aware of him. Pushing and pulling, she tried to get him to move faster.

Suddenly he moved into a sitting position. Holding her hips in his grasp, he lifted her so that he could thrust into her effortlessly. The pace increased, the sound of flesh pounding flesh echoing in the empty gymnasium. His end was near, far too soon he told himself. But he managed to hold on until he felt her walls tighten around him. Her vise-like grip took him over the edge and he let go willingly.

Her body shook as he final thrusts caused her to reach her peak not once, but twice. She felt as if she were floating, her body as light as a feather. She called to him, his name ringing through the room. He whispered her name as well, bringing a smile to her lips.

His body tired and limbs aching, Makoto lowered himself to the stage floor next to Ito. His mind seemed a bit fuzzy, and his smile mirrored hers. Lazily, his hand caressed her abdomen, fingers drawing lazy circles around her navel. With what felt like the last of his strength, he kissed her shoulder, causing her to turn her head to look at him.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"That was...quite a performance."

"Yeah." Ito gasped for air. "Think we should...do an encore?"

Porping himself on an elbow, Makoto kissed her forehead before capturing her lips. "Are you up for it?"

Ito smiled coyly. "I think the correct question is, are YOU up for it?"

"I have yet to turn away from a challenge." He kissed her cheek, trailing kisses lower toward her chest. "But don't you think we might get caught? Someone may have overheard."

"I wasn't that loud!" Makoto could only chuckle, licking one nipple before suckling it between his lips. "Besides....When we're on stage...together...nothing else matters."

"As long as we're together."

"Together."

"Always."


~OWARI~

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Makoto, Ito or any of the characters used in the story above. That honor goes to talented manga-ka Emura. The manga is published in English thanks to Viz Entertainment. The characters and likenesses are used here without permission. Just borrowing them for a little fin. No offense is meant. No money being made.