Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ An Unexpected Bet ❯ An Unexpected Bet ( One-Shot )

Kinda OOC but not entirely… maybe a little… but I tried to write a fairly good reason…. Even though it's obscure cause you'll never learn the whole reason for Umeda doing what he does…. AAAAANYWAY!

 

We needed some good HanaKimi fics :3 so here's one….

 

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It was the fall festival at Ohsaka Gakuen and so far, things were going great. The cultural festival was moving along on its second day and Nanba had some spare time. It was his last year at the school and he wanted to make the most of it, so he ducked past a dumpling booth and headed towards the most renowned table in the whole festival: the kissing booth. He had seen a pretty, little blonde there earlier with a very nice figure and long legs, and he was hoping he could get a little more than a kiss, if not a free one. People crowded around the table and Nanba had to push his way through.

 

“Hey! RA coming through. What's the problem?” Nanba asked in a loud voice so he could be heard above the restless crowd.

 

“The chick's not here and she left a note saying she quit!” one guy said.

 

“Yeah! She just up and left and no one saw where she's gone!” another claimed.

 

“Damn…” Nanba muttered. He sat against the wooden table to ponder. It was early evening and some of the last shows were being put on; everything would be wrapped up in the next few hours. The students that had competed in the sporting events were on a short break before they had to return to their last minute posts or clean up duty.

 

“Yeah, we had a list of payments of girls that were gonna go at her! She said it was all okay and everything but she chickened out! We already paid our money too!” This slightly alarmed the room administrator.

 

“Did she take the money?” he asked, flipping his hair over his shoulder.

 

“We think so,” one boy spoke up.

 

“Has anyone been sent to look for her?”

 

“Yeah, we've had people looking for the past fifteen minutes but nothing yet.”

 

“All right,” Nanba sighed, “I'll take over the table. Tell those girls if they still want a free kiss to come get it.” He winked. Groans were heard but several girls from the neighboring all girls' school, St. Blossom, giggled. Nanba may have attended the all boy's private school, Ohsaka Gakuen, for his high school years but that didn't mean he didn't have any fun. He draped himself over the chair, his unbuttoned white blouse revealing pale skin, his tight black pants still left on from his waitressing.

 

`And now, I have some fun time,' he smirked, thumbs hooked on his pants.

 

 

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“A kissing booth eh?” Umeda mused, hands splayed on the table before his nephew, Nanba. Nanba did not look happy. It was several hours later and Nanba had gotten no action whatsoever, unless the fried noodle stand catching on fire counted.

 

“There's no way on earth I would kiss you, <i>Uncle</i>,” Nanba stated firmly, vehemently, deep brown eyes glaring.

 

“Aww how cheeky,” the all boy's school doctor smirked. “And not even for money? Tsk tsk!”

 

“I'm not <i>gay</i>,” Nanba defended, sitting up in his chair with a huff. Almost everyone had left the area to help clean up before returning in to their dorm rooms.

 

“Then bisexual.” Umeda laid a bill on the table before straightening up, fixing his glasses. With a wink he left.

 

Nanba sighed. So far, he had avoided his weird, gay uncle.

 

`What a creep,' he thought with a shiver. `Wanting to kiss me like that… yech!' He picked up the bill, pocketing it without a second thought. It was already eight and he was hungry. He decided he'd hit a booth that still had food before commanding clean up and taking a shower. Soba sounded good.

 

 

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Warm and content, Nanba had finished his shower, now heading for the student lounge area to laze about and think back on the days past when he was quite suddenly caught off guard by his uncle.

 

“Hello Minami,” Umeda purred. Nanba was backed against a corridor wall, his shoulders pinned. An orange mane of hair was dangerously close to his face, a sly grin slashed across a wolfish demeanor.

 

“What do you want?” Nanba asked wryly.

 

“My kisses, of course.” Kisses? “How much do you think I gave you?” Umeda asked as if reading his nephew's mind. Nanba's head was blank. Umeda grinned.

 

“Um…. Uncle, why exactly do you want to kiss me?” Nanba asked, innocently, nearly jokingly as Umeda inched closer, his deep honey eyes boring into Nanba's. Umeda's grin widened.

 

“I have my reasons.” Pinned against the wall with nowhere to escape to and no one around to save him Nanba scrunched up as best he could: the farther away from his uncle, the better. But the inevitable is inevitable and surely enough, despite his disgust, warm lips were pressed to his. Regardless of how Nanba responded, his uncle was too patient and he made it known that Nanba would not get away with a simple, polite kiss. The sooner Nanba conformed, the sooner it would be over.

 

Surrendering the rest of his shame and dignity, he finally allowed Umeda to have his way. The doctor, apparently pleased, dipped into the kiss, smoothly entering Nanba's mouth, and tasting another tongue. Biting Nanba's lip gently, Umeda made his nephew blush and so, with obligation, continued his prolonged, deep kiss, loosening his grip and moving his hands around Nanba's waist. Their kiss broke, only to be replaced with another sweet kiss. Nanba started to protest but gasped when he felt a knee creep between his legs, allowing Umeda time to claim his precious lips again. One hand found its way to Nanba's chin, tilting it up and letting the doctor again have his way, suckling Nanba's tongue, withdrawing and kissing the corners of his mouth. Finally, leaving Nanba to pant slightly, blushing deeply and somewhat annoyed, Umeda backed away, eyes glinting maliciously.

 

“I'll be in my office late tonight if you need me,” Uncle said slyly, eyes narrowing, pocketing his hands in his black jeans and walking off with a whistle, leaving Nanba to collapse, sliding down the wall to the floor in a heap. The boy was flustered and his head was spinning and he wasn't sure why.

 

 

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It was midnight and he was restless. Despite how many times he washed his mouth with Listerine or brushed vigorously with Crest, there was nothing Nanba could do to be rid of the faint taste of cigarettes and alcohol. Umeda still lingered in his mouth. He had the notion that his uncle had somehow slipped him a drug without his knowing, but didn't see how that was possible. He had watched the only drink he had gotten from a vending machine be opened…. Unless he slipped it into the bowl of noodles he had eaten. But still, it seemed unlikely. Then why was all he could imagine his own uncle, another man, no less? He would have felt much more guilty if it had been his mother or his Aunt Rio, but not Uncle Umeda.

 

`Damn.' Nanba turned over in bed. He'd been tossing and turning for the past two hours, but still hadn't fallen asleep. His clock said 12:20 A.M. He was glad he didn't share his room with anyone. When his alarm said thirty after, he decided if he couldn't sleep here, then at least he'd find another way to induce slumber. Warm milk didn't help; it only aroused him. Sleeping on the lounge room couch didn't help; he was still restless. He was too tired to be productively active but too awake to be asleep. Finally, as a last resort, he knocked on Umeda's office door.

 

“Come in,” an answer came. Nanba could hear the wide smile in his uncle's voice. Opening the door, the boy found Umeda had lit several candles, given the room a pleasant aromatic smell, the warm light glowing ambiantly off the walls and recovery bed.

 

“Can I help you?” Umeda asked.

 

“I can't sleep,” Nanba replied flatly.

 

“Oh? And what do you want me to do?” There was a pause.

 

“Maybe give me something to help me sleep?” Nanba was annoyed, but too tired to put up a worthy fight. Umeda held up a small bottle of sleeping pills.

 

“If you want them, come get them.” He grinned wolfishly. Nanba noticed his uncle had changed clothing. He now wore a thin and rather revealing robe with a rose pattern at the hem. A cup of tea was in one hand, a book lay on the desk in front of him. He removed his glasses and shook the bottle of pills.

 

Reluctantly, Nanba approached the doctor, hand outstretched for the bottle. He paused, fingertips brushing the bottle ever so slightly, before finally grabbing it.

 

“One pill should be enough,” Umeda said, returning to his book without falter, his glasses being replaced. Somewhat surprised that he had obtained the medicine so easily, he read the caption on the bottle make sure they were indeed sleeping pills. Safe that they were, he went into the infirmary bathroom for water as he downed one pill.

 

“They're rather strong, so be careful getting back,” the doctor advised from were he sat not looking up as his nephew appeared from the bathroom, wiping his mouth. Returning the medicine to its cabinet, Umeda smiled at Nanba, who avoided his gaze. The boy returned to his room and lay on his bed, staring at the empty bunk bed above him. He tried closing his eyes but still, he wasn't tired in the least bit.

 

 

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It was at least half an hour later, and Nanba lay, wondering when on Earth the damn pill would work. He was sweaty, hot and still restless. The covers were thrown off and his button up shirt was buttoned down to reveal his slightly heaving chest; he was panting, his head still dizzy. He wasn't sure if it was from lack of sleep or a weird side effect of the sleeping pill he had taken earlier. Either way he still wasn't asleep, and, if possible, more awake than before. Groaning, he got up to try to cool off outside**. He left the door ajar and pressed his cheek against the cool windowpane at the end of the hall. It was cooler in the hallway, but not much more than his room. A hand gently caressed his cheek. Nanba's head snapped around, unexpecting of such a late night visitor. His uncle neared him, so close that Nanba couldn't protest. He blushed. Umeda's glasses glinted with the gentle moonlight streaming in the window, the only light that shone down the empty hall. His robe hung open down the front, giving Nanba a nice view of his uncle's silky skin, down to his milky belly. Nanba gulped.

 

“Not feeling tired yet? Or were you planning on sleeping on the sill out here?” Uncle asked, one hand against the wall next to the window, the other tilting his nephew's chin up teasingly. Nanba quivered below his foreboding figure, cringed against the wall, his heart pounding, his breathing rapid.

 

“Something wrong?” Nanba shook his head but nearly lost his balance, despite the wall propping him up. He caught Umeda's shoulders and steadied himself.

 

“Maybe I should take a look at you?” Uncle suggested. Nanba said nothing but stood, head hung and trying to regain his composure. Umeda shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “C'mon.” He helped drag Nanba to the infirmary, slumping him on the hospital bed before surveying him, retying his robe, which remained loose. He placed his glasses gently on the book he had finished, the candles still burning brightly.

 

Nanba stared up at his uncle, wearily, a glint of shadowed lasciviousness shining dully in his eyes. He blinked slowly, his harsh breathing had ceased, but still his clothes clung to his sweaty body.

 

“You look like you have a fever,” Umeda observed casually, sitting on the bed beside his nephew, looking up and down the lithe figure that belonged to Nanba. The boy licked his lips thickly, unable to speak.

 

“Is something wrong?” Umeda teased, his fingers brushing Nanba's cheek, trailing down his neck. Nanba closed his eyes, lifting his face to expose his neck. Umeda's brow lifted. “Do you want something?” Nanba mumbled something inaudibly. “What's that?” Umeda leaned closer to hear what was being said. Inches away from his uncle's face, Nanba open his eyes, thick lashes half veiling his dark chocolate eyes, lips parted slightly.

 

“Kiss me,” he breathed the back of one hand on his forehead.** Umeda, slightly taken aback by the request, amused by how easily he had lowered Nanba's defenses, smirked inwardly.

 

“But you were so opposing earlier. Why would you want a kiss now?” Umeda asked smoothly, his voice rumbling gently, softly deep, yet not so masculine.

 

Nanba lay, his breathing deep, his look knowledgeable, as if he were hiding the answer from the man who hovered above him. Umeda shook his head with a slight smile, placing himself delicately over his nephew's midsection, legs on either side of his hips. Umeda leaned over, arms on either side of Nanba's face, smiling, eyes glinting mischievously. His nephew's eyes fluttered shut, feeling his uncle's cool skin press against his, their lips barely brushing before very gently kissing. Umeda withdrew slightly to see his nephew's reaction, one of protest at leaving. Grinning, Umeda kissed the uke passionately, drawing it out with tongue, biting gently, his captive eager and lustful, shifting beneath him. Nanba was all too ready, proving how effective the pill Umeda had given him was. Umeda surreptiously kissed his way down Nanba's neck who cradled his head against his bare flesh, exposing more of himself as the doctor kissed across Nanba's collarbone and down his belly, past his pant line. Umeda's robe slipped from his shoulders as Nanba ran his hands down his uncle's shoulder blades, tracing circles on Umeda's back after untying his robe as his uncle de-clothed him. Nanba lay stark naked, prominent below the looming figure. His skin was slick with sweat, the room already warm with the candles burning, throwing dancing shadows about the place. Umeda fondled his nephew, barely tickling the heated skin, eliciting a gasp.

 

Between both legs and rubbing Nanba's thighs wantonly, already somewhat aroused himself, Umeda leaned over, kissing his nephew softly. Nanba ran his trembling fingers through his uncle's shaggy orange hair, moaning slightly at his uncle's intimate touch. Umeda slipped a bottle of peachy scented lotion from his robe pocket.

 

“You sure you want this?” he breathed. Nanba's head rolled to one side as Umeda delicately brushed his fingers along Nanba's erection. Umeda smirked, a slight grin dashed across his face as he lubricated two fingers, slipping both inside Nanba's body, making him arch under his touch, writhing as Umeda rubbed tenderly against his sweet spot. His gasp turned into a loud moan as Umeda decided Nanba was prepared enough, slicking his own length and pushing into his nephew's body huskily. Still moaning, Nanba wrapped both arms and legs tightly around his uncle's body, fingers woven through ginger hair, skin rubbing heatedly against skin, stomach to stomach.

 

They lay still a moment, Nanba panting deeply, brows furrowed, heart thumping, before Umeda ran his hands from the boy's shoulders, down the curve of his back, across his fine ass and stilled, holding his hips firmly in place. He began thrusting against him, slowly, tightly against the male virgin's body. Never before had Nanba ever dreamed of having sex with another man, but at the moment nothing else mattered. That pill…. What had it been? What had it done to him? He moaned, riding Umeda's thrusts and meeting him at the crest of each wave, a small gasp emitting each time. The pace quickened as Nanba loosened his grip enough to allow movement, hands clutching the bedspread instead, slight groans of pleasure intervening with audible gasps. Uncle pounded against him, his lust starting to get the better of him as the bed beneath them started to make just as much noise.

 

“I love to hear you moan Nanba,” Umeda panted, “but this may be too much noise with the bed.” Nanba replied with a moan as Umeda hit particularly deep.

 

Umeda stilled his actions, Nanba opening his eyes in question.

 

“Don't stop,” the nephew breathed. Umeda smiled between pants, pulling Nanba up in his lap and wrapping his arms around him. Nanba writhed and moaned, embedded in his uncle's lap. The pleasure was so deep it almost hurt.

 

“Mmm….” Nanba moaned in protest as his uncle picked him up, propping him against the wall instead. At least if Umeda banged him that hard, the sounds would be somewhat muffled. Nanba cried in pleasure between breathy moans as Umeda took him against the wall, pounding ruthlessly in his lustful frenzy, breathing against Nanba's shoulders. Nanba clutched desperately to the doctor's shoulders, eyes wild with pleasure, excitement and lasciviousness as Umeda thrust deeply inside of him, making him moan shamelessly loud. With several more lustfully deep pushes, each one getting painfully pleasurably deeper, Umeda came with a groan, pressing Nanba against the wall. His orgasm spiked a hot painful pleasure inside and Nanba released himself as well, throat caught, nearly screaming, but unleashing a loud moan only a second later. They collapsed against each other, still held up by the wall, panting, chests heaving, sweaty and hearts thumping. Umeda withdrew from his nephew a long moment later, somewhat regaining his breath, to fetch a wet cloth. He return momentarily after cleaning himself, weakly supporting Nanba enough to shove him back on the bed, still sitting dominantly over him.

 

The terry cloth he had was soft and soaked in hot water. Nanba groaned pleasurably, writhing wantonly against the covers as Umeda gently washed him, fondling his length before wiping the rest of his sticky residue off. He left long enough to wash the cloth and wring it out with cold water, returning to wipe Nanba's sweaty body, cooling him down. Nanba blinked blearily, Umeda smiled gently down on him, before he fell asleep.

 

 

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Nanba awoke to bright sunlight. He was completely naked save for the hospital bed sheet thrown precariously over him as if it didn't care how many ridges of his body it showed through the thin fabric. The sunlight poured warmly through the windows, the candles extinguished and out of sight. Umeda was nowhere to be seen. Remembering vaguely what happened, Nanba blushed violently, half enraged at how he'd been taken advantage of and half unsure of what to think at all. It been so pleasurable though! He stood, finding his pajama's neatly folded on a bedside table, his backside sore almost halfway up his spine. Maybe he's ask Umeda for back alignment…..There was a folded note on top of his shirt which he read as he dressed himself.

 

<i>Nanba

 

Here's half of the money I won from the bet.

 

~U</i>

 

 

Inside was about 2,900¥.** Nanba blanched, slightly confused but feeling like a whore for being paid for his services. He wasn't entirely sure if he would be upset with Umeda or just completely forget about the whole ordeal. After all, he had had an awesome night of sex and free money; what more could he want? He found his answer as a readily prepared beer in a bag by the bed stand's foot. He sat to enjoy his alcohol. Life couldn't have been any better, as embarrassing as it sometimes was.

 

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HA! My disclaimer's at the end of the story…..

 

Disclaimer: Author doesn't own anything…… except the plot :3 mwahahaha!

 

Now review!

 

**it says outside but I originally had downside XD Dunno why I wanted to point that out hahahah downside XD

** What a stereotypically romantic pose =D

**about 2,900 yen… roughly $25