I Want What I Want

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in this show… not the characters, not the script lines and definitely not Matsuri ;; But if I did! Oh, if I did… we would definitely see that conniving little blonde naked perverted grin

-This story is set during episode 2, where Matsuri toys with Hashiba (Sora) and Fujimori (Nao/Sunao) -- For all of you who don’t know… anyways, when he dresses them up in cosplay and sends them on a nice run from the school body >: ) This is completely my version of what I would have rather seen happen. Except for the beginning. That’s… totally in the show already.-

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“So, the two of you! I trust you’re emotionally prepared!”

“Of course not!”

“Okay, looks like everything’s good to go. Ready…”

“Matsuri!”

“Set?”

“MATSURI!”

“GO!”

The roar from the crowd was nearly deafening, males left and right streaming forward in attempts to claim the prizes the tall blonde had offered only moments ago.

Matsuri smiled to himself, snapping a picture with his small camera and waving to the backs of the two figures in cosplay running towards the academy.

“The two of you, go do your best!” He shouted, but he knew he couldn’t be heard over the pounding feet of his classmates.

Turning away from the scene he had created, Matsuri placed his camera back into his pocket and sighed. Running pale fingers back into golden hair, the tall male closed his eyes, thinking to himself.

‘If this doesn’t make Sora-kun and Nao-kun admit their feelings for each other, I don’t know what will. They’re both so stubborn…fate has chosen well!”

But, even though he smiled on the outside, he wasn’t so sure about what he felt on the inside. They had been friends for as long as he could remember, Sora, Nao and himself, and for as long as that had been, he had always liked Sora as something more.

But… Sora and Nao always were inseparable while they were young.

And then he had moved away…

Everything had changed when he had returned all of those years later.

Sora had endured that strange falling incident…

Nao seemed more distant from the both of them, especially Sora…

They weren’t as close as they used to be and Matsuri knew that they had to be together as a couple as they had acted when they were all young.

‘It doesn’t matter how I feel’, He reasoned with himself, ‘It’s for the best for everyone and besides… I’m profiting from these schemes to get them together as well!’

Matsuri smiled at this.

Coming out of his thoughts, the blonde found himself nearing the edge of the activity field and approaching the private academy once more. The thunderous sound of running feet was gone, making him smile again.

Either those two were more elusive than he had thought or they were caught already.

He voted for the latter, seeing as there were no triumphant cries in the air and no one coming to find him to confirm their prize. Checking behind him to make sure and still finding no one in sight, Matsuri opened the library doors, heading inside.

Passing by those who were uninterested in the hunt that he had prepared, the blonde – haired boy continued his way into the halls, taking the nearest stairwell to the second floor.

It was not uncommon to see that the halls were empty as they were now, especially on a sunny day like this. Everyone was out enjoying the warm breezes and the sparkling waters of the nearby lake. Though… he still couldn’t shake the sudden feeling that he was being watched.

Glancing over his shoulder, green eyes scanned the corridor, finding it as desolate as he thought it would be. Shrugging the feeling to the back of his mind, Matsuri continued down the hall, his black shoes clicking on the linoleum floor and echoing around him.

Clasping his hands behind his back as he walked, Matsuri listened for sounds other than his shoes, part of him hoping to run into either Sora or Nao. Preferably Sora.

He jumped when a soft rattle sounded next to him and back up a few paces to the window ledge with a squeak, his heart rate increasing. Letting out a breath when he saw the familiar face that was behind the door, Matsuri smiled.

“Nanami-chan!” He placed a hand over his calming heart, “You startled me!”

The brown – haired male smiled in return, “Sorry about that, Matsuri-kun.” He looked down the hallway for a moment and then back at the boy in front of him, a slightly confused look on his face, “You wouldn’t happen to know where all of the students are, would you? I just saw Sunao-kun --”

“Nao-kun!” Matsuri’s eyes widened slightly and he stepped forward, stopping inches from the nurse, “Where is he?”

Nanami blinked in surprise, before folding his hands against his front and replying, “I sent him to the math room to hide. Matsuri-kun…” He tilted his head to the side slightly in question, “You wouldn’t happen to know why he was wearing a dress, would you?”

Matsuri’s playful, yet scheming grin returned, wider than ever, as he held one hand on his hip and the other pointing to the ceiling, exclaiming proudly, “Of course, Nanami-chan! As manager of the Campus Jack of All Trades Shop, I arranged a fun little activity to gain business involving Sora-kun and Nao-kun dressing up in cosplay and running from the masses of males which is our student body!”

The school nurse blinked again, his confused expression slowly returning, “And if one of them is caught?”

The blonde’s grin couldn’t get any wider as he stated simply, “The lucky male who captures either Sora-kun, Nao-kun, or both, may have their way with the one they have captured!”

A small smile made its way onto Nanami’s lips, “You are a terrible manager, Matsuri-kun.”

His wide grin dissolved into a teasing smile, finding the slightly shorter male to be joking with him. “Have you seen Sora-kun as well?”

The nurse nodded, “He and Sunao-chan both came in together. Sora-chan left by himself though…” Seeing the blonde’s discouraged expression, he added quickly, “But, he said something about protecting the princess, before running off the way you had just been coming from. If I know Sora-chan, he was headed for the safest place on the grounds, especially when running from a large group of boys.” He winked softly, pointing past the other’s shoulder, “His dorm room. Those have pretty good locks on the doors.”

Matsuri turned to look out the window, seeing the large building across the campus. Who said he couldn’t participate in his own event?

“Ah, of course!” He turned back to the smiling nurse, “Thank you, Nanami-chan!”

The elder male smiled and waved to the back of the blonde’s form, watching as he disappeared back around the corner of the stairwell.

Matsuri jogged down the hall of the first floor, a new goal set in his mind.

Instead of waiting around for someone to catch Sora or Nao, why not give it a go himself?

He had nothing to do until then anyways. All of the entries to the Campus Jack of All Trades Shop had been filled already and his homework completed for the day.

True… this was supposed to be pushing Sora and Nao closer together…. But it wasn’t his fault Sora had run off by himself! He would just have to find Sora and bring him back to Nao so that they could hide together.

His mind made that a fair excuse to find the blue – haired boy.

Pushing the double doors open, Matsuri made his way down the front steps on quick feet, keeping his jogging pace up as he headed towards the campus dorms.

Stopping for a moment in front of the main doors, the blonde looked back towards the school as he caught his breath. No one following him so far, that was good. Stepping inside the building, Matsuri casually continued his search, reaching the top of the stairs. Stopping again at the beginning of the long hallway, the blonde ran his fingers back into his hair again, a small smile on his lips.

Two other boys from school had apparently had the same idea as Nanami-chan. They had just exited out of the room Sora and Nao shared, both with disheartened looks on their faces.

As they came closer, Matsuri put out a larger smile of encouragement, “No luck here?”

They both shook their heads, the taller of the two asking a bit hopefully, “You don’t think they’d go into someone else’s room do you? I mean… we’d get into trouble for trespassing, right?”

Matsuri nodded, quickly forming a small lie, “Of course not, I told them both before we began that everyone’s room except theirs was off limits to them.”

The pair nodded and the blonde added in a slightly sing-song voice, “I think I may have seen a flash of a pink dress out by the library on my way here, you may want to go look there!”

With matching grins, the two dark – haired boys took off past him, their steps fading down the stairs.

Standing there for a moment, Matsuri listened to the silence around him, a tingle running up his spine suddenly. Glancing behind him, he only saw the empty hallway and the top of the stairs he had come up. Clasping his hands behind his back again as he started forward, golden hair swayed gently against the back’s of his knees as he walked, falling to the side as he tilted his body to peek around Sora and Nao’s door.

Shifting his bright, green eyes around the room for a moment, he stood straight once more, stepping fully into the doorway.

“Soraaa-kuunnn…” He called in the sing – song voice again. “Come out, come out, where ever you arrre…”

“Matsuri!”

The hiss came from behind him and to his right, making the blonde place his hands against the door frame and tip his head back to look in the direction of the voice. A smile cross his face as he looked into pale blue eyes, but quickly faded, seeing that the eyes were narrowed and a scowl was on his lips.

“Sora-kun! What are you doing in Ichikawa-kun’s room?”

“Hiding, you idiot! You and your stupid ‘events’ are insane!” Sora stepped out into hallway, his wooden sandals soundless on the dark carpet. “You’re going to pay for making us do this!”

Matsuri pushed himself away from the open doorway and turned to face Sora completely, only to see that his friend was serious. Turning on his heel as Sora charged him, he couldn’t help the playful grin that attached itself to his lips as he ran from the other boy.

“Come on, Sora-kun! It’s all in fun!”

“Fun for who?” Came the angry retort.

Keeping the answer to himself, Matsuri took a sharp left, finding his own dorm room. Quickly moving to close the door, he almost had it shut when the weight of Sora pushed against the other side, keeping the wood in a stalemate between the two.

“Open the damn door, Matsuri!”

“Sora-kun, come on, you can’t be serious!”

“OPEN THE DOOR, MATSURI!”

“You’re going to draw attention to yourself and get caught if you don’t be quiet!”

The door suddenly flew open, sending Matsuri stumbling back into the room a few feet. Sora hastily closed the door behind him, making sure to press the lock on the knob and bolt the lock a few inches above it. Leaning back against the wood, Sora stiffed at the sound of voices coming down the hall, questioning each other if that had heard someone yelling.

They were gone soon enough and light blue eyes lifted to lock with lively, yet slightly worried green.

Matsuri took a few more steps back at the look Sora was giving him, both of his hands raising innocently in defense. Opening his mouth, he was ready to attempt to calm his friend down.

“Matsuri.” Sora’s voice cut him off even before he could begin to defend himself, causing the blonde – haired male to lose his nervous grin and watch him as he spoke, “Why do you always drag us into all of your crazy schemes? Do we make you laugh? Or is it something else?”

Green eyes searched the carpeted floor for an answer, quickly rising back up to look at Sora again, “Nao-kun and you… you both should be -”

“Fujimori? Again with Fujimori?” The blue – haired male cut him off again, stepping out of his sandals. “Take your shoes off.”

A confused expression crossed emerald eyes, “What?”

“Matsuri, take off your shoes. Socks as well.”

Not wanting to upset his friend further, the blonde did as he was told.

Both of them barefoot now, Sora quickly untied the material around his waist and let it drop to the floor, both of the costume’s plastic swords falling with a thud as well.

“S-Sora-kun!” Matsuri’s eyes had widened and a faint blush crept onto his cheeks, the black kimono only reaching the other’s mid-thighs. “What are you doing?”

Pale blue eyes kept their gaze locked with startled green, the half – clothed body slowly making its way towards Matsuri. Out of reflex, the taller of the two moved backwards, a small gasp escaping him as his back hit the wall and Sora’s body was suddenly pressed up against his.

“S-Sora-kun!” He tried again, hands against the other’s chest in a weak attempt to push him away. He could feel his face darkening and his heart begin to race within his chest at the closeness of their bodies. This shouldn’t be happening… Sora-kun and Nao-kun were supposed to be together! But he had wanted this… wasn’t it the real reason he had come all this way? To have Sora alone?

Lips brushed against his, drawing him from his internal argument and questions. He didn’t respond for a moment and the lips became more persistent, pressing harder against his, before he returned the kiss timidly and the pressure eased. The mouth was gone for a moment and Matsuri tried to voice his protests, only to falter with his words, the lips returning.

Turning his head, the blonde could feel his body temperature rising, fingers unconsciously rising to tighten slightly on the other male’s shoulders as he tried desperately to control his breathing patterns enough to speak normally, “Sora-kun… you shouldn’t… we can’t… Nao-kun…”

Sora’s lower body pressed forward against his and a soft cry fell from his lips, his eyes closing momentarily and head tilting back against the wall. The blue – haired male took this opportunity to attack the exposed throat with soft bites and kisses, his tongue mixing in to leave small trails behind. His hands, which had been dormant against the slightly taller boy’s waist, began to roam; one slipping under the white school jacket, the other moving further up to pull down the zipper.

Matsuri was dazed from the feelings sweeping through him from the touches on his body, across his neck and expanding onto his shoulder… wait, shoulder? Opening his eyes halfway, the blonde found his jacket to be gone, the black t-shirt that he wore being pulled up his torso.

“Sora-kun, no -” The rest of his words were muffled as his shirt was lifted over his head, forcing his arms upward. Shaking his hair free, Matsuri found that his shirt was still around his forearms and that Sora had draped them over his shoulders, his blush never ceasing to stop burning brightly. The second body was pressed tightly against him once more, lips catching his again and, this time, his body reacted before his judgment.

Tightening his loosely bound arms, Matsuri pulled the other male closer to him, blue hair brushing through his fingers as he deepened the kisses he was receiving. He moaned softly at the caresses on his chest, Sora’s hands busy exploring all of the pale expansion of skin that they came in contact with.

Breaking away from his mouth, Sora left the blonde – haired boy to catch his breath, while traveling down his neck again and further onto his chest. Trailing his tongue lower, he wrapped it around a nipple, gently sucking and licking until it was hard, causing Matsuri to gasp softly and tip his head, his back arching off the wall. Sora quickly found its twin, performing the same small ritual with another twist of a pale neck above him.

Moving back up, Sora pressed his mouth against the others throat again, keeping his head tilted back. He could smell the shampoo Matsuri must have used, the scent emitting from the side lock under his nose. He pressed his thigh against the blonde’s front, feeling the bulge that was growing and inwardly smirked.

This was his payment.

Matsuri faintly felt hands on his waist, the belt around his hips gone, and his pants quickly becoming loose. They shouldn’t be doing this… what about Nao-kun? What about… okay, so maybe that felt good… but…

“Sora…” Matsuri made an attempt to push the second male off of him, a sudden moan bubbling up in his throat and forcing his words to spill faster as a hand made its way into his now open pants, “Mnn, Sora, wait!”

Pale blue eyes, now darker with lust, looked up into clouded green, waiting for him to continue speaking.

“Sora-kun…” Matsuri inhaled deeply, trying to keep his heartbeat low enough to hear over it, “What do you think you’re doing?”

A small smirk spread over the other’s mouth and he lifted his hands to the others sides, stepping back and effectively pulling him forward, arms still locked around his neck. Matsuri gasped again at the sudden rush of cool air against his legs as his black pants dropped to the ground, the material no longer being pinned back against the wall. Guiding the pale body, Sora eased it down onto the bed, himself quickly climbing on top.

“I’m doing what a please with my prize.”

Green eyes widened, “Prize?”

The smirk never left thin lips, “You were looking to catch me in this little game of cat-and-mouse you set up, but it backfired in your face and now I’ve caught you.” He watched as those wide, emerald eyes stared up at him with an unreadable expression, “So, by your own rules, I get the free pass worth a day to do what I please with you.”

Matsuri was at a loss of what to think. Did Sora… actually… care for him like he had always felt for the other?

“But… Nao-kun! You’re supposed to be with him!”

The weight against Matsuri’s chest increased, making him inhale sharply.

“Quit telling me who I belong with!” Sora stared down at the other boy, speaking in a low voice, “I’ll decide who I want; not you, not anybody else. Do you understand?”

Slowly nodding, Matsuri freed his arms from his shirt and watched as the kimono the male above him was wearing slid open, dropping it to the floor, dark boxers following as well. His blush returned quickly, eyes roving over the toned chest above him and nervously avoiding anyplace lower than that.

Sora lowered himself again, hands immediately curling around the rim of white boxers. Matsuri sat up partially, leaning back against his forearms to watch in a slight daze. The other male slowly lowered the thin material, dropping his head to curl his tongue around the tip of the blondes now exposed manhood.

Matsuri moaned out loud, his head falling back and golden hair pooling against his pillow. Sora took this as encouragement, pulling the boxers off of the other’s body completely and spreading the milky white thighs. Pressing his tongue flat against the underside of the blonde’s shaft, Sora held the other side with his hand, licking up the length of him.

Moaning louder, Matsuri fell back against his pillow, his arms too shaky to hold his weight up. His breaths were coming to him in pants, his mouth dropped open to draw them in. The heat was gone from his lower body a moment later, only to spread across his chest as Sora moved up to cover him with his own body.

The two quickly connected in another kiss, Sora’s tongue venturing out to play with Matsuri’s, only deepening the contact. The blonde – haired male wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders, nails digging into the slightly darker skin as he felt pressure on his lower body. Sora groaned softly into the other’s mouth, reaching back carefully to grip a pale thigh and gently pull it upwards, closer to his body.

Matsuri caught the silent message, tucking his other leg closer to his body and giving his soon-to-be lover a more comfortable position.

“Just relax for me, Matsuri.” Sora whispered into his ear, pressing his hips forward and gaining another moan in response.

He hadn’t bothered with preparation, knowing that this was his time and he could do what he pleased. The blonde would have no other choice but to take it.

Sora’s voice mixed in with Matsuri’s cries as he was fully sheathed inside the other, the pale body writhing slightly against the pain he was feeling. Short nails dug in deeper as the dominate male began to move, green eyes shut tightly and mouth still open to pull in air quickly.

Matsuri could feel his body burning with desire, his clutch on his friend’s back only increasing in pressure. The other’s name continuously slipped from his throat, his small shouts and cries filling the air, along with Sora’s grunts and Matsuri’s name every so often. The speed picked up as the blue – haired boy felt himself nearing his peak. His arms were wrapped around Matsuri’s slim body, holding him tightly as he thrusts became more forceful.

The blonde suddenly bucked against him and arched his back, desperate for the utmost amount of pleasure he could get before he dove over the edge of his release, before letting about another cry and tensing his entire body.

Sora could feel the hot walls around him tighten and it was enough to bring him over, burying himself as far as he could and filling his life-long friend to the core. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding for a few seconds, Sora didn’t move, waiting for the nails embedded into his back to carefully retract.

“Honjou…”

Emerald green eyes slowly opened partially, blonde bands sliding away as Matsuri turned his head to face him. Sora pulled his own head away from the other’s neck where it had been previously buried, looking down into a sleepy gaze. He bent down to kiss his lips softly, before slowly freeing himself completely from the second body.

Long arms encircled Sora’s neck for a second time that night, pulling him back down onto the bed. Matsuri carefully arranged his sore body against the others, happiness flooding his tired form as he felt arms curl around him as well.

“Sora-chan…” His voice was soft, laced with exhaustion, “How am I supposed to walk now?”

Sora grinned in return, “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll manage… you always do tend to pull solutions out of your ass.”

He laughed at his own little pun, Matsuri only groaning in response and laying his head against Sora’s chest.

The blue – haired boy reached over to the clock that was set on the small table next to the bed, hitting a few buttons.

“What are you doing…” Questioned a half asleep Matsuri.

“Setting your alarm. You still have an event to manage.”

He groaned again, the idea not seeming very appealing to him at the moment.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Sora yawned, laying back on the bed, “Finish this event with Fujimori and me both in tact, and I’ll make good use of my free day pass tonight.”

Matsuri smiled a sleepy, yet still devious smile, burying his head into the crook of Sora’s neck. “Deal.”

A picture – perfect plan was already forming.

-Owari-

Alright! A little one-shot that I did in one day, yes, ONE day. That’s why it probably blows XD It is now 2:15 am and I am so going to bed… a little piece of advice to all of you guys out there before I go: Don’t drink five cans of caffeinated Mountain Dew in one day. Seriously. Dooonnn’t do it:twitch: You start to see things! …its scary o.o;;