Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Like An Animal ❯ Chapter 1

Like An Animal

By Neko NoSei

"Hello, Touga," came Utena's greeting at lunch time when the president approached the table.

The red head didn't seem to notice, making a gesture that, really, could've meant anything from "Afternoon" to "Yes, we shall fuck later."

Utena look quite baffled, her pink eyebrows contorting into an expression of such, especially after Miki greeted him as well and got no reply at all.

Ultimately, even Juri was interested in knowing what was going on when Touga's stride took him past the table, without so much as a hesitation in consideration of them, and continued through the courtyard.

"Does he have a new prey, perhaps, we have yet to know about?" she queried, tossing a few curls behind her shoulder.

"Seems likely," Miki replied, scribbling something out onto his homework, then picked up the stopwatch hanging about his neck.

"Now would you look at that?" Utena uttered in astonishment and pointed it out to the others.

They both turned and watched, from a distance, as Touga stood across from Saionji at a table, one hand in his pocket, hair seductively fallen into his face to hide his expressions and words.

Saionji looked as impatient as ever as his childhood friend spoke to him and leaned a cheek onto a loosely curled fist.

Then the three duelists watching got a treat few would ever be able to claim having seen.

Touga placed a slender hand on the table's edge and leaned on it, apparently making a rather interesting, and shocking, statement, because Saionji's head shot up staring at the class president. His violet eyes widened into dinner plates and his jaw fell slack.

"Sometimes..." Juri muttered, her mouth unable to refrain from smiling. "It's funnier when you don't know what's going on."

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Saionji recovered quickly and he glared in total anger at Touga's amused gaze.

"I sincerely doubt you could pull it off anyway, I don't care how popular you are."

"Do you wonder if I have the ... tools to do it?"

"Kiryuu... Everyone in the school knows you have the 'tools' to do it."

"Are you saying I don't have the skill to get you off, then?" Touga asked in a purr.

Saionji snarled at him. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Touga chuckled, the sound came so easily and honestly. He liked challenges, he liked conquering, and Saionji would probably be his prize win overall if he could persuade him. He slid onto the seat across from the green-haired student and reached into his pocket.

"How about I make it fair..." he pulled out a deck of cards and proceeded to tease at them with his fingers, very adeptly parting, stroking, and ultimately shuffling the deck as he spoke. "We'll play a little card game for it... Three rounds, each with a prize. I presume you know the basics of poker?"

Saionji, truthfully, didn't know what to make of this and nodded as he watched.

"Good..." He shuffled it again and again. "This will be the same idea, only there won't be any chips or bets... except your body in the end. If I win the first round... you have to let me kiss you. If I win the second... I get to touch you where and how I want. and if I win the third..."

His lips spread into a smile, letting the silence speak for itself.

Saionji nodded again, then looked at him sharply.

"What if I win?"

His smile widened as he dealt each of them five cards and set down the deck between them.

"Then I don't get what I want... period."

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"What are they *doing*?" Utena asked, exasperated.

"Playing cards, it seems," replied Miki, somewhat stoic about it all.

The blue-haired boy had seem rather surprised at Saionji's expression, but even more so when he clicked his stop watch and scribbled it down, muttering something about how it wasn't supposed to happen.

"Well that was obvious, Mr. Apparently," she said quite sarcastically, then made an impatient noise. "I want to know why!"

Juri just chuckled to herself, this was massively entertaining in many respects for her.

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Saionji glared at his cards so hard he could've burned holes through them, and nearly did before he threw down two cards, picking up the new two dealt to him.

A nine of spades, a nine of clubs, a nine of diamonds, a ten of hearts, and a queen of spades. Three of a kind, so far.

Touga had set a limit of three sets of new cards so that the game would not go on forever, but gave a chance at winning instead of five card stud where you had to live with the first five cards given you and that was all. Saionji had just used two of the three in his last two turns. What to do. He risked only the ten, tossing it onto the table, then picked up the new one. A queen of hearts.

His face lit up and he let out a laugh. A full house! He very quickly looked up at Touga's even more amused face and wiped off the happy expression.

Touga let go of two cards and drew two more, then his deep blue eyes returned to Saionji's violet ones. God, one couldn't tell if he was happy or not with his set of cards.

"Time to lay them down," he informed Saionji.

The kendo captain threw down his hand, rather proud of his full house, there would be no fucking of him in this lifetime, not by Touga anyway.

Touga laid down his spread. He caught one of Saionji's kamikaze hands that had gone flying from throwing down his cards happily, pulling him toward him, his other hand catching the back of the vice-president's neck with a handful of glorious green hair. Their lips connected and Touga's tongue waited a long moment before questing into Saionji's mouth, caressing it's length over the other it found.

For the second time, Saionji's eyes were very wide and surprised, and he plunked back down on his seat in a daze when Touga let go. Still... his eyes found the cards Touga had laid down. Four of a kind--that beat a full house.

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"OH, MY GOD!!!" Utena cried, her head bonking on the table as she nearly passed out.

Juri was laughing. That kiss had done more than stun Saionji, it seemed. Miki was only shaking his head, he wasn't approving of Touga's game, for once in Touga's sexual life, Miki wasn't approving.

"What is going on?" Nanami's annoying, stuck-up voice was at it again.

"Your brother is playing a game of cards with Saionji," Juri answered, Utena was not in a state to do so.

"Oh... Well, what's the big deal then, huh?"

"Nothing, Nanami... nothing..."

The platinum blonde made a "hmph" noise, turned on her heel, and stalked off. All the better, really.

"Oh, God, I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep tonight after that one..." Utena muttered against the table.

Juri just started laughing again.

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Five cards were dealt again, Touga looking rather smug--this wasn't new.

Saionji had an absolutely horrible hand, so he traded in all five cards the first turn, the second hand wasn't much better, but there were a few clubs.

Touga traded in four cards.

Saionji two.

Another club... all he needed was one more and he'd have something, even if only a simple flush.

As he traded in his last card in hopes for another club he mused that Touga was sure to have some spectacular hand. He was beginning to doubt if he would be able to win this, his old friend probably had the whole thing rigged--why was he playing this, for God's sake?

They laid down their cards, Saionji with a grim expression, Touga with his usual unreadable one. Both were flushes, but Touga's beat his by the merest card. Saionji's highest card had been a queen, Touga's an ace.

Of course the suit had been all hearts.

"I won't embarrass you..." Touga said, finally. "Your room or mine? I want you comfortable, you know."

Saionji wanted to wipe that triumphant expression, that sureness and confidence that came from always winning, right off his face. Saionji, though, understood that games were fought and won or lost. You took your losses as well as your wins. Kendo had taught him that.

Too bad it had to be lost with cards, though, he thought.

Saionji was brought back to the present with the clearing of Touga's throat, he was already standing and waiting to walk with Saionji to whichever room he chose.

Grumbling, he pushed himself off the seat and started toward his room. If he was going to be felt up, it was going to be on his turf.

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Utena strained to be as tall as she could be while sitting down.

"Where are they going?!"

"Oh, good Lord, Utena," Juri said, shaking her head with the smile that hadn't left her face since this all began. "If you're so intent on finding out--follow them."

Juri shook her head with a smile, then caught the look in Utena's eyes.

"You're not..."

Utena grinned mischievously.

"I have to know, Juri... it's a mission now."

The fencing captain put her head in her hand and sighed heavily.

"Oh, no, what've I done..."

Utena patted the other woman's shoulder.

"You helped a friend in need--see you guys later!"

She grabbed her bag and ran off in the direction Touga and Saionji had gone.

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Saionji turned the key to his room and pushed the door inward, cold air hit him, the refreshing first wave of being home.

He stepped in, turning a bit to let Touga past, then shut it behind him, locking it from habit. Then Touga's hands were on him, wandering over his chest and torso, one trailing down to stroke at his clothed manhood.

Touga could feel himself getting aroused as well, God, he didn't want to wait until he won the third.

The red head pulled away and walked into the main room of Saionji apartment.

Saionji's head dropped, it had been a very long time since he'd been touched by someone. He turned and followed Touga's retreating back inside, setting the keys onto a table.

"Where's your lubricant?" Touga asked as though it were something you could ask in public, poking through some of Saionji's things.

"What?!" he was flabbergasted by the question. "What makes you think I have any!?"

Touga took it all in stride, he smiled slowly, patiently.

"You have to get release somehow, even if it's from your own hand, I'm sure. It would help if you owned some."

Saionji decided that it would be best not to fight on that account.

"It's around... But I'm not telling you where unless you win the last hand!"

Touga had been of half a mind to go and find it anyway, but nodded beckoning Saionji to him.

The vice-president was rather resigned to his fate by now, he wasn't going to bitch and moan, for once in his life. In the end he was a respectable guy that kept his deals.

Touga's fingers ran lightly over the skin of Saionji's throat, then his lips joined the gentle digits in their ministrations, his other hand sliding over one of Kyouichi's hips to the small of his back before he pulled him close against his body.

This was actually the nicest form of fondling Saionji had ever heard of, it wasn't rushed or rough, it was actually... nice.

The hand on his throat moved into his hair, the silken emerald sliding between the fingers with perfect, seductive ease. Touga's seeking mouth found Saionji's again and captured it, his body rubbing up against his.

"Kiryuu... the game." Saionji suddenly reminded him and Touga paused.

Shit... shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit, Touga's mind cursed. But he peeled himself off of Saionji, though with a soft, pained expression on his Adonis features.

For the third time in less than an hour, Saionji found himself surprised. Touga had expressions? He knew how to use them? And it was in regard to him? He sighed to himself and pushed the thoughts away, he would get a brain overload if he dwelled on it too long.

Touga moved to the small table and chairs caddy corner to the bed and sat himself down, pulling the deck from his pocket, his legs crossing to keep his half-arousal to himself.

His fingers shuffled the deck a few times just as skillfully as before and then dealt both of them as Saionji sat down across from him.

He looked at his cards, a few hearts, a diamond, and a spade. He traded in the two that weren't hearts and his jaw went slack when he looked at his cards again. He arranged them in order from smallest to largest value and blinked a few times. There they were, ten, Jack, Queen, King and Ace of hearts all in a perfect row. He had a royal flush--a royal flush!--there was no better hand than that!

He looked up at Touga, who was concentrated on his own cards.

"I'm staying with what I have..."

Touga nodded and traded in some more cards before he looked up at the kendo captain again.

"Ready?"

The green-haired student nodded and they laid down their hands.

They were both royal flushes. One of spades, one of hearts.

Saionji blinked for what felt like hours as he stared at them, until Touga shifted in his seat and brought the violet eyes on him.

"So what does it mean?" he asked, he had to know. How were they supposed to determine who won?

"It means, Kyou-chan," he carefully stood, brushing his satin, crimson hair over his shoulder and placing a hand in his pocket. "That we are at a draw. And since a draw means I did not solely win, I, in the end, did not win the prize. Good evening, Kyouichi..."

Touga headed to the door, his stride was always confident, but it was not as triumphant as it had been before, Saionji noted. And Touga had called him Kyou-chan... he hadn't called him that in a very long time.

"Touga?"

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Utena crept carefully through the thorny rose bushes outside Saionji's windows, straining to see into the dark sanctum of the vice-president.

With some work she finally deciphered the casually sensual pose of Touga, hair fallen into his face, as usual. And further, Saionji as he stood from his seat at a table, approaching the class president.

They were quite obviously exchanging words, but what was said couldn't be guessed. What Utena would've given for some spy equipment right then.

"So... is it getting good yet?"

Utena jumped out of her skin and turned her eyes to look at Juri, who was leaning over to look behind her.

"What are you doing here??" Utena exclaimed in a loud whisper.

"Hey, I'm just as curious as you, Ms. Bond. So what's going on?"

They both stretched to look again, just in time to see the two men in a heated embrace playing a game of tonsil hockey that could've rivaled some of the best duels in the arena.

"Oh... My... God..." was all Utena could squeeze out of her voice box before it refused to work anymore. Both women just watched with widening eyes.

It became a blur of crimson and emerald as the passion heightened between them and they fell onto the bed in a sexual tumble.

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Touga moaned against Saionji's lips, his hands pawing at the vice president's body and pulling away his clothing.

Saionji laughed low to himself at the turn of events, the last thing he ever thought was that he would be in a bed with Touga ready to fuck to high-heaven. I'll have to thank Touga for the game after this is all over with, he thought, and we'll have to play more often.

Saionji caught Touga's mouth and ran his tongue across his lips before delving inside, though the kiss was soon broken by Touga gasping for air. His need was so terrible that he was certainly not acting himself, he was the one who was always so sure of himself, the one who moved the pawns across the board to get what he wanted. But here he was, pliable and compliant in Saionji's hands.

Saionji smiled faintly and began kissing down Touga's neck, removing clothing to kiss, to explore the skin that he exposed piece by piece with his tongue and lips. He particularly liked the electric reaction that Touga's body made when his mouth suckled on a nipple, flicking the tip of his tongue over the taught flesh.

Touga's moans were soft, velvet noises that Saionji very quickly came to adore and he did his best to make him express them as often as possible.

He pulled off the last piece of clothing, his hands running over the soft, bare skin. They were both stark naked now and the emerald-haired man laid his body against the red head's, rubbing up against him as he nibbled the skin of Touga's ear and down over his neck.

"Where's the lubricant...?" Touga whispered. What a one-track mind, Saionji thought to himself with a mental chuckle.

"I'll get it," he whispered back and crawled over him to get into his nightstand drawer.

He fished around, blindly feeling for the little tube, grunting unhappily when it took longer than a few moments. It wasn't helping to have Touga wrapping himself around him, leaving teasing kisses on his flesh, either.

He smiled triumphantly as his hand closed around the familiar object and he kissed Touga deeply to celebrate, Touga's tongue sliding inside his mouth this time for a round of parries and thrusts. It was obvious what he was wanting. Best give it to him.

Saionji pulled away from the kiss slowly and brought the lube to Touga's attention.

Touga breathed heavily and his body moved a little with desire, he couldn't hold still anymore. He reached for the lube and looked puzzled when Saionji kept it out of reach.

"No, no... I'll spread it."

Touga slowly grinned and took Saionji's free hand, placing it on his hard shaft, but Saionji grinned winder and shook his head.

"You lost... Your body's mine."

Touga's smile slipped away as the confusion set in, Saionji savored the sight of sudden realization that sparked in his sapphire eyes when he realized that Saionji meant that he was the one who was to be 'on top.' This would be a new experience for Touga, indeed.

Saionji leaned down and licked at Touga's nipples again as his hands worked the tube and spread a good amount of the lubricant into his hands, warming the slickness before he wrapped one hand around his own member, stroking up and down, spreading a thick layer on it. His other hand nudged Touga thighs apart, reaching under him to coat where Saionji would push inside of him.

He let go of himself, his lips moving down Touga's torso with fluttering kisses, but one of his fingers working lube on Touga pushed inside suddenly causing the red head to gasp and arch his body.

Touga had done this countless hundred times to many people, men, boys, and women alike, he knew how it worked, he knew he had to relax, but knowing was easier than doing.

Saionji was patient, somehow, and waited until he felt Touga relax a good bit before his made little thrusts with his long digit, reaching in far enough to rub over the prostate in careful movements.

Touga was writhing now, his hands clutching sheets, hair, anything. This was more than a new experience, it was a new sensation. He had understood that it brought pleasure, but not what kind, he had never been on the receiving end like this. And contrary to what he had thought, it wasn't necessarily bad.

Saionji added another finger, Touga cried out in slight pain and then he relaxed again, beginning to enjoy it. His moans became loud when Saionji's head bowed down and took the head of Touga's member into his mouth, sucking at it while his fingers worked.

"Oh, God... Oh, God, Saionji... Please..." came Touga's pleading moans in almost indecipherable whispers.

Saionji let his shaft go and his fingers pulled out of him, he nuzzled and kissed the flat of Touga's stomach, then took hold of his hips and turned him over. He ran the tip of his tongue ever so lightly from the base of Touga's spine, along the hollow, to the back of his neck, lying against him, his own hardened member pressed to the cleft of Touga's rear.

Touga looked so beautiful to Saionji in that moment. His eyes ere closed, dark lashes like ebony crescents against his cheeks, he was biting his bottom lip gently in pleasure and anticipation, his whole face free of the prelude, the mask, he had to wear every day of his life. And the hair, that glorious drapery of divine scarlet spread between them and all round them, twirling together with Saionji's own malachite tresses.

He softly kissed behind Touga's ear as his hips lifted up and came back down, pushing his shaft into his best and oldest friend.

Touga's breathing was hard and even, working hard mentally to keep himself as relaxed as possible until Saionji was in him, fully, completely, and Touga couldn't have been happier when he was.

With his own moan of pleasure Saionji's hips pulled back and pushed in again, slowly building speed as he thrusted over and over, encouraged by Touga's moans and whispering gasps of pleasure.

Together, the sounds that were drawn from them was an erotic symphony that their bodies danced to.

Saionji felt his climax approaching, like a roller coaster pulling it's way up the first drop, and his hand reached around, taking hold of Touga's erection stroking slow at first then to the rhythm his thrusts were holding.

Touga's moans became outcries of erotic testament until suddenly the both of them arched unnaturally in communal orgasm, their bodies silhouetted like an abstract sculpture of shadow against the dusky light. Then they fell together in a heap of le petit mort, moving only enough to wrap each other up in their arms, not moving again, even through sleep, until the morning.

At lunch the next day, Utena stared catatonically at nothing as she ate. She nodded, her eyes still unfocused, when Juri and Miki joined her with "hello"s.

Juri leaned over and whispered huskily.

"We will never be able to look at them the same way again..."

Utena shook her head, then her eyes refocused as a body blocked her vision. She looked up at Touga and almost choked.

"*cough*, *cough*, ahem, uh... hi, Touga."

"Afternoon... Has anyone seen--" he stopped, his eyes finding the emerald hair he was hoping to see, then the violet eyes that held their own personal secret now when they returned his gaze. "Nevermind..."

Utena looked behind her at Saionji and quickly looked over at Juri who was grinning like a madman who was just told he was right.

Miki cleared his throat, looking none too happy, as Saionji walked up to the table.

"Hello, all," he said looking to them then up at Touga. "Up for a Kendo match?"

Touga grinned his usual sly, conspiring grin, but this one, Utena knew, had a different meaning behind it.

"Always... And maybe a game of cards later?"

Saionji actually smiled.

"Sure."

As they walked off Miki finally scoffed and threw his notebook down on the table.

"He's ruined everything! Now no one knows what's going to happen!"

Juri lifted an eyebrow and Utena was baffled once again.

"Huh?"

"Miki," purred Juri, "I'm sure you-know-who will always know."

Miki's blue head shook wildly.

"That's just it, he doesn't--Touga was supposed to be with Utena last night!"

Utena sky blue eyes went wide.

"What?" Who was planning her sex life?

"I don't understand, Miki."

"Last night was pivotal, it determined the future of everything, and everything was based on Utena. Who he slept with last night is the one he's in going to fall in love with."

~owari~