Here Is Greenwood Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Together ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Together
Author: sankekorafi
Pairing: Shinobu x Mitsuru x Shinobu
Summary: My response to the idea that Mitsuru and Shinobu cannot be together because
they both act like they would be seme. ::wry grin:: No… I can't take that sitting down.
Warnings: Shonen-ai/ Yaoi. First Lemon in the second part… not posted on Fan-
fiction.net because it's too racy. If you don't like the lemon, please be nice. It's my first
one… Oh and it was written from midnight to two in the morning… and is unbetaed.
Rating: R for the first part NC-17 at the end.

Together

Shinobu always seemed to go to bed early. Whether there were visitors, in the form of
their kohai, or whether Mitsuru was still awake tending to his schoolwork, which tended
to go unfinished until the night before it was due, Shinobu was always in bed by eleven
o'clock. The only exceptions to this rule were so random and so seemingly unconnected
that no one had been able to pinpoint the reason for his inconsistency. But, since his
roommate was the RA and since this never occurred unless Shinobu was not actually in
the dorm at eleven, no one besides Mitsuru and occasionally Hasukawa or Shun even
knew that he had broken this habit.

To some, it would seem that he just wanted to get a jump-start on sleep. Or perhaps he
wanted to lay back and meditate before bed. But Mitsuru had learned long ago never to
trust anything within his roommate's life style. He was almost always plotting
something. And whenever he was mentioned in conversation during his "sleep" he was
miraculously awake enough to respond in kind.

Mitsuru contemplated this on a regular basis. And this night was no exception. Having
had no time to complete his essay for History, he was sitting up, light on, at his desk,
purple eyes staring at the bulletin board absently while he leaned on his right arm. His
right elbow was on the History book he was researching from, while his left hand covered
the top of the next page. In his mouth was an old pencil from his junior-high-school. He
had received it upon graduating, and it wished him luck.

But his mind was not on history. It wasn't on the calendar he had pegged on the board
before him. And it certainly wasn't on junior high.

He was thinking about Shinobu.

He guessed that right now, he could begin to talk, as if to himself, and as soon as he made
an error in judgment, like if he were to say "Maybe I should just work on this during
breakfast," Shinobu would admonish him. Perhaps he would say, "If you wait until
tomorrow, I know you'll never finish." Or maybe that was too caring. Maybe more like,
"Do what you want, but I won't listen to you whining in the morning." Or… something
like that.

Mitsuru wondered why Shinobu had always reacted like this. The first time he had talked
to himself while studying at night it had been a shock to hear a relevant voice from
behind him. Encouraging him, in a rather selfish way. But did Shinobu ever act
differently?

Of course not. He only did things that had some purpose in his own future.

So then he had to have a reason for staying awake, even when he was supposedly asleep,
under the covers, lavender hair softly touching the pillow below as he meditated, waiting
until he was ready to…

To what? To answer some question? Maybe even the one I want to ask him now?

"Oy, Shinobu-san," he asked tentatively, cursing himself for his voice, which sounded
shaky and almost… afraid. He really didn't want Shinobu to be awake at this hour. It
was two in the morning; surely he must be asleep right now…

"Mitsuru-kun?" asked a voice. A steady voice… but one that almost seemed to hold a
hint of laughter. Or maybe that was just his imagination. Wait… Mitsuru-KUN?

"Um… did I wake you up?" he asked nervously.

There was a pause. As though Shinobu was considering his options. "No," he answered,
finally. "Why?"

This threw Mitsuru off a bit. He had really been expecting his roommate to deny that he
had been awake. Although he did not really expect Shinobu to tell the truth. Was this
answer, perhaps, a lie? "Well, I was just thinking," he said, trying to lie as fluently as the
professional in the room, "that you probably could help me out here… with this paper I
mean."

The blanket shifted, but it was a few moments before a stony faced, but very awake,
Tezuka Shinobu parted the curtains, stood up, and took the few steps to Mitsuru's desk.
"But, Mitsuru-kun, it does not seem that you have even started."

Mitsuru heard the name again and tried hard not to show that he was uncomfortable with
it. In fact it was a few seconds before he realized that he had made a grave mistake. He
had, in that last sentence, just given Shinobu an opening. The boy was right, he had
hardly even written his name on the paper. And right now, the look on his face… he
could feel his eyes widen, and turned to look at Shinobu, who had suddenly adopted that
strange cat-face that Mitsuru so despised.

"Um… yeah… I have… writer's block."

Shinobu, looking thoroughly unconvinced, sat down in his own chair, which he then
pulled up to the other's desk. Perhaps, thought Mitsuru, a little too close to his own. He
tried hard not to squirm. "Why don't you tell me why you really called me over,
Mitsuru-kun. You lie like a monk." His voice said he knew exactly why Mitsuru had
called him over.

Devastated, Mitsuru hung his head.

"I think I know why," whispered Shinobu, right into his ear, making Mitsuru jump. "You
were just testing whether I really wait up for you, every night. Whether I really lay
awake, in meditation, waiting for you to call me. I knew you were the only one who
would notice." The voice had such satisfaction, such pride in his manipulation, that it
took all Mitsuru had not to hit the man on the spot.

He turned his head around slowly, instead, and stared at Shinobu. Glared really. "You
know I hate it when you manipulate me."

Shinobu nodded. "Yes Mitsuru-kun." Mitsuru's eyes flashed when his name was taken
so liberally, and he was angered by the slight twist of the cattish smile that showed
Shinobu was marking yet another victory. "But those of us that have strength use it just
as I use my wit."

Mitsuru stared back, eyes narrowed. "It's too late for that kind of talk. I'm tired. Just
get to the point."

"Certainly," said Shinobu.

And the conniving bastard leaned even closer to his roommate and stole exactly what he
had aimed for that night.

It was just a light brush of lips, but it sent Mitsuru's mind to another planet of shock.
Before he could even recover enough to protest, it was over and Shinobu was almost back
to his bed. "Just think about it, Mitsuru-kun," he said, closing the curtains.

Mitsuru did not finish his homework that night.


The next few days went by in a blur. He was granted an extension, although the price
was a good ten points off of the paper. He spent every spare moment in the library,
finishing the assignment. If anything, the idea of working late at night in his room filled
him with tiny butterflies, or maybe moths. Butterflies were not scary enough, he guessed.
Secretly, he could admit it was more like fireflies, and despite the fact that he now
avoided Shinobu at every turn he found himself thinking about it, just as the other boy
had asked.

In fact, he was spending as little time as possible in the dorm, returning just in time for
room check most nights. He kept the clipboard with him, and his bag was almost spitting
at the seams since he determined that he should keep all of his books with him. He only
returned to his room after curfew to find Shinobu working at his desk until his usual time
of retirement. He still welcomed Mitsuru home in the same way, wished him a good
night in the same way, and even commented on the weather and on the dorm. Mitsuru
answered stiffly, but began to wonder if he had hallucinated something. Nothing had
changed at all, perhaps. And he was never called Mitsuru-kun again.

The simple seduction, for that was what it had had to be, right?, of that night seemed to
have disappeared, and it was only the fact that Shinobu never asked him what was
bothering him and never tried to pull him into a conversation that made him aware that
the question was still out there. A question that had never taken solid form, perhaps, but
an obvious question never the less. Vague, but still in his brain. "Can we be more?"

He sat with Suka at the lunch table every day, but Shinobu sat with the student council
members, who had agreed to meet him at the dorm for special meals that week to
organize some sort of event. Suka and Shun questioned his spaced out looks, the fact that
he was hardly eating, and that he hadn't even stolen some of Suka's food today, what was
wrong with him, but he was still considering the question.

Shinobu already had the upper hand in this. He seemed to assume that Mitsuru would be
dependent upon him in a relationship. Well, that was one idea that had to be scrapped.
He was just as independent as the other. And maybe he was more of a brains kind of
guy, despite his martial arts training and apparent strength. But Mitsuru was certainly
stronger than the wiser man.

Wait.

Mitsuru's eyes grew large as he considered what had been said to him that night. He
ignored Shun, who seemed to have determined that, yes, something was wrong with him,
and remembered how Shinobu had mentioned how some used strength, and others wit, to
get what they wanted.

Well, maybe it was time to show Shinobu that they were equals.


That night he made a show of staying up later than usual. He had no assignment. He had
no reason to be awake. He chewed on his graduation pencil, staring blankly at the
bulletin board while he leaned on his right elbow. His left hand was splayed across the
clear desk. And, when he looked down, he could see the clock he usually had behind his
bed. At two o'clock, he spoke.

"Oy, Shinobu-kun." He forced himself to change the honorific. If he was going to do
this, he had to do it all the way.

"Mitsuru-kun?"

"Hey, I need your help, if you've got a minute."

Instantly, there was the sound of sheets shifting, but it was a few moments before
Shinobu emerged from behind the curtains. He walked to his chair, placed it to face
Mitsuru, then sat, staring at the blonde.

"I thought about what you said." He waited for a comment, but didn't get one. So he
continued. "But I want to make something clear."

He pulled his chair closer, the chair scraping slightly across the linoleum as he
maneuvered himself to Shinobu's side. Leaning in, he waited until Shinobu was
beginning to ready for a kiss, then grabbed both of his roommate's arms in a strong grip
and pulled the other to the ground, landing heavily on his back. He wondered if he
imagined the "oof" that he had heard as he over powered the other.

"You can trick me all you like. You live for that," he whispered in the other's ear. "But
that does not mean you're going to end up on top."

"Oh?" asked the other, innocently. Mitsuru felt Shinobu tense a second too late. He was
rolled over onto his back, and found Shinobu pinning him to the floor. Before he could
strike back, his lips were captured in a searing, claiming, kiss. Without waiting for
Mitsuru to open his mouth, Shinobu's tongue explored the space above the other's
tongue.

It was a few seconds before Mitsuru could think again, but when he finally grabbed a
strand of consciousness, it was with the thought that his roommate was indeed a good
kisser. But, this did not matter at all. Biting the tongue back, Mitsuru wrestled back
some control, managing to half flip Shinobu over again and to return the kiss
emphatically.

As though they had agreed upon it, they both ceased their struggle. The kiss turned less
savage. They finally remembered to breathe. They held each other close, each noticing
the proof that the other had enjoyed this immensely.

"So," asked Mitsuru. "I think that was a tie."

"Hm. Perhaps it is, Mitsuru-kun. I underestimated you."

"Are we going to make this… more than friendship then?"

Shinobu smirked. "I think we already have."

"So, are we together then?"

"Of course we are."


****Thus ends the R rated version. Any objections to Yaoi Lemons or any objections to
FIRST Yaoi Lemons… please just don't read.****

"Shinobu-kun?" asked Mitsuru, once they had lain there for a while. It was getting hard
to stay still; he was as aroused as ever.

"Yes, Mitsu-kun."

"Do you think…" he blushed. "We could get off the floor."

When Shinobu spoke, it was with the knowledge of what Mitsuru really meant. "Sure.
In fact, I think we'll be much more comfortable in my bed, since you really are far too
tired to climb to the next bunk, am I right?"

Mitsuru was happy that the other was not looking at him anymore. His face was so red
he was pretty sure he could have been mistaken for a tomato. "Right."

Time seemed to slow as Shinobu turned of the light, leaving Mitsuru momentarily blind.
But a nudge from behind him sent him towards the bed. He knelt down and sat towards
the wall, Shinobu coming in after him and closing the curtain. At once, they reached for
each other, Mitsuru pulling the other close while Shinobu lifted his head for a kiss. The
kiss was as passionate as the one before it, and they were both panting by the end.

"We can't be loud," whispered Shinobu, "we really don't want anyone to come in and
find us out, do we?"

Mitsuru shook his head, a gesture that was understood only because their chests and
cheeks were touching already.

"But you agree then that I'm unlikely to be loud at anything." Mitsuru did. "You're
more likely to scream, I think." So did Mitsuru, grudgingly. "So you'll understand why
I'm gagging you."

Before Mitsuru could think, there was a bundle of cloth in his mouth and a thin strip
around his mouth keeping it in place. His hands went back to untie it, but firm ones
grabbed his wrists and pulled them down. A kiss brushed his forehead, and he decided it
wasn't worth debating.

The blonde then grabbed the other's pajama bottoms at the hem. Keeping Shinobu in
place with a strong arm on his chest, he slowly pulled them down, caressing the skin
beneath them as he revealed more of that light skin. He pulled them off at the bottom
before resuming his position atop the other man. It was with some shock that he felt
Shinobu lay his hand beneath Mitsuru's own sweats and caress the bare skin just below
his boxers. Mitsuru shivered with anticipation as Shinobu returned the favor, unclothing
his legs until only the thin cloth of their underwear and their flannel shirts separated
them.

Curious, Mitsuru ran his hands up under the other's shirt, feeling the smooth skin until he
suddenly came across two nubs, already standing out. Touching one innocently, he felt it
pucker up just a bit more and heard the soft moan that Shinobu had almost stifled
completely. He would have smiled if he could have moved his cheeks, but the socks, for
that had to be what they were, in his mouth took up too much room. For all their
oddness, it was almost more arousing to have these impeccably clean, just like all of
Shinobu's things, socks in his mouth. How strange, really, he reflected, moving on to rub
the other nubbin.

A hot electric shock surprised him during his ministrations. Shinobu had decided to
return the favor and was now rubbing and pinching the blonde's nipples in earnest.

With one last pinch, Mitsuru finally decided that he could not wait any more. He took
Shinobu's boxers from their place on his waist and felt the member he had no way of
seeing.

It was neither particularly long nor large. In fact, it was only a bit longer than his own, he
thought, stroking it vaguely, and temporarily ignoring his own ache and the pants of the
man below him. He wondered what exactly he should do at this stage, and his hesitation
spurred Shinobu into action.

Mitsuru suddenly found himself looking up at his friend vaguely, as a teasing touch was
applied to his own aching length. He could not speak, but begged with a slight moan,
barely audible through the sock. He felt Shinobu smile as he was stripped of his own
boxers.

Then he felt a finger gently prod his entrance. He tensed. Was this perhaps where it had
been leading for the past few days? He hesitated, but relaxed slightly as a knowing hand
caressed his hair. "I know you don't know what to do, so we'll do it this way tonight,"
said Shinobu. "I fully expect you to return the favor another time."

His length was, again caressed, distracting him as two, then three fingers explored him
from the inside. It was not really painful, and it started to feel pleasurable when
finally….

He wanted to scream, but could only release a sort of muffled moan as something inside
him seemed to explode. Panting, he looked at the shadow above him. "Did that feel
good?" it asked. Mitsuru nodded. He knew the other man could tell what he had
answered.

Suddenly the fingers were gone, but something else was sliding in before he could
consider protesting. It was Shinobu. And Mitsuru felt like they were finally together, the
way they were supposed to be. When the other had settled inside of him, he released a
breath he had forgotten he was holding. Shinobu paused, waiting for the blonde to be
ready.

Mitsuru reached out, and took Shinobu's hand. He squeezed it once. He was ready.

The first time his roommate slid out of him, Mitsuru felt the loss immensely, but as they
pounded together more and more forcefully he could hardly feel the difference between
full and empty. There was pain and then pleasure, and then pleasure so sharp it was
painful. He could not focus; there was nothing to focus on. There was just….

Shinobu! He thought as he finally climaxed, and fell limp.

**** The next morning ****

They sat together in the cafeteria. All four of them again. Mitsuru seemed to have made
a full recovery, and both Shinobu and Mitsuru laughed as Shun asked what had
happened. It was a long story they explained.

Fujikake passed Mitsuru in the hall that day, and the two of them sat together at lunch for
a private chat. Both agreed on one thing.

It was nice to live with the person you loved.

Together.

The End!