In the dead of night

Yuki was still in a daze over his current predicament. All he had wanted was to sleep through the night without a nightmare, wake up and have some breakfast. Yet here he was, flat on his back with Haru cradling his head and stroking his hair and Shigure nibbling on his belly button.

Perhaps it was a dream.

He would have called it a nightmare since his ass hurt and Shigure was involved. Yuki never in a million years would have imagined he would be in such intimate contact with the man. It’s not that he despised him or found him ugly, but Shigure annoyed him. Yuki couldn’t stand his aloof attitude, his teasing, his laziness. Just the fact that the man was close with Ayame was enough to make Yuki’s eyebrow twitch. Yes, it would be a cold day in hell before Yuki made love with Shigure.

Yuki shivered.

“Cold?” Haru asked, smoothing Yuki’s hair away from his forehead. “Sorry, I left he window open.”

“Not as sorry as I am,” Yuki murmured. Damn he was exhausted. How had he gotten into this mess?

“So what do you boys think about role-playing?” Shigure asked from between Yuki’s thighs.

“Huh?” Yuki asked.

“All the sessions I’ve been through haven’t been all that exciting. We usually give up on it and start fucking like usual,” Haru said, running his fingertips lightly down Yuki’s neck and across his collarbone. Yuki shivered again as a slight pang of jealousy rippled through his chest. He and Haru weren’t a couple, nor did he want them to be, but he still didn’t like to hear about his cousin’s other lovers. No! Not other! He wasn’t a lover to begin with, they were just friends and occasional fuck buddies. As Yuki battled internally, Shigure wagged his eyebrows and grinned.

“But you’ve never played with Sensei!” he said, running his tongue up Yuki’s hip bone.

“What’d you have in mind?” Haru asked. Yuki was overwhelmed with a foreboding feeling as Shigure’s glittering eyes fell to his face and his grin spread even wider.


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“I am going to kill you,” Yuki grumbled. How they had managed to talk him into Tohru’s uniform was beyond him. He didn’t even want to know how they’d managed to get their hands on it in the first place. He really really really didn’t want to think of the steps they took to get him into the pair of pink panties from Shigure’s collection. (Shigure swore they had never been worn before)

“Oh, stop being a spoil sport, Yuki chan!” Shigure said, helping Haru button himself into Yuki’s school uniform. Yuki sighed and plucked at the lapels of the blouse. All he would have to do was call the police and this whole thing would be over and he could go back to sleep. He eyed his cellphone which was charging on his desk. No, he sighed, the police would make to much noise and then he’d have to explain to the idiot and Tohru what he was doing in her uniform. Yuki grimaced.

“Alright, and…action!” Shigure said and melted himself into a corner. Yuki didn’t really know what they were doing; the two had discussed it as they scrambled off to get the uniform and panties. All he knew was that he was supposed to be a female student in an empty classroom. He winced, but he was a little curious about what they had planned. With a resigned sigh he began swaying side to side so that the tiny skirt flared and wrapped around his thighs alternately.

“Oh, I’m just an innocent young school girl in a classroom,” he called, his voice raised half an octave.

“Yuki chan,” Haru murmured just behind him. Yuki hadn’t realized he’d gotten so close and he startled at the sound.

“Hatsuharu kun!” he cried in his high voice, pressing his palm to his chin as he’d seen girls in his class do when trying to look cute. He felt like an idiot.

“Did you leave this note in my locker?” Haru asked, holding out a piece of paper.

“Um…” Yuki said, looking at the paper. It was actually his math homework. Where had Haru found that? “Yes?”

“So you’re confessing to me?” Haru asked, taking a step closer to Yuki, forcing him to take an involuntary step back.

“Um…I guess so,” Yuki shrugged.

“You guess? That’s a pretty cowardly way of expressing your feelings, just shoving a little note in the back of my locker. Just sickening words on scented paper,” Haru crumpled the paper and threw it to the floor.

“Hey!” Yuki protested, breaking character. Haru grabbed his chin and forced him to look him in the eye.

“What? Was your flowery poem so important that you can’t bear to see it on the dirty floor?” Haru growled.

“Um…”

“A real confession should be made face to face,” Haru said, drawing even closer. Their faces were only inches apart, it took all of Yuki’s self control to stop himself from closing the gap. He liked kissing! This role playing thing sucked!

“So, why don’t you say it to me now? Confess to me,” Haru murmured, his hand resting a hairsbreadth from Yuki’s waist.

“What?” Yuki asked, pulling away.

“Confess to me, right now! Tell me how you really feel abut me,” Haru said.

“Erm…I like you?” Yuki said, feeling foolish.

“You do? That’s sweet! Why?”

“Huh?” Yuki asked.

“Why do you like me? There must be a reason, Miss Class President,” Haru said. Yuki’s face flushed red. Haru was making him express feelings through words! The Japanese man in him was much to proud to do such a thing! At least he thought so until a humbling breeze wafted against his skirted and pink-pantied loins. Yuki sighed, it was all in fun anyway.

“You’re handsome,” Yuki grumbled, turning his eyes to the point where wall met floor.

“That’s all? You like me because I’m handsome? That’s rather shallow of you, Yuki chan,” Haru said, forcing Yuki’s face back to him. “Sure there’s not anything else?”

“Um…you’re nice?” Yuki said.

“I’m the naughtiest boy in school, you know that,” Haru breathed against Yuki’s cheek.

“Oh! Oh! That’s it! You’re the naughtiest boy in school, but I’ve seen the kind side of you!” Yuki said. Haru broke character for a split second to give Yuki a look that clearly said ‘You suck at this’ before the cool expression was back and he was pressing up against Yuki. Yuki tried to step away, but his escape was cut off by his writing desk. His wheeled chair went clattering to the floor as Haru eased his knee between Yuki’s thighs, forcing his legs to spread.

“We both now that I don’t have a kind side,” Haru hissed. And then his teeth were on Yuki’s throat and he was biting on the tender skin hard enough to make Yuki wince.

“We’ll see if you still like me after I’m through with you,” Haru said, sliding his tongue around the shell of Yuki’s ear before nibbling on the lobe. “Why don’t you be a good girl and make some pretty noises for me?” Haru said, his hand clamping on Yuki’s butt and pinching it hard enough to make him gasp. Their bodies were flush together, Yuki could already feel Haru’s hardness through the clothes. He was actually getting off on this? Well, Yuki would probably be aroused to see Haru in the schoolgirl uniform. Or even better, nothing but an apron! Mmmmm…

“I expected the student council president to fight back! You seem awfully used to this!” Haru growled, giving Yuki’s ear a sharp nip and starting him out of his daydreams.

“Oh! Umm, no! I am not used to this! I am an innocent virgin schoolgirl and you should be ashamed of yourself for treating me like this,” Yuki said, giving a weak shove to Haru’s shoulder. Oh my God! It twitched! Yuki was surprised. His crappy acting was actually a turn on? Did Haru fantasize about violating innocent girls? Yuki grinned inwardly while outwardly he frowned and shoved Haru away with a little more force.

“I can’t believe you’re actually like this! I thought there was goodness inside you but you’re just a brute! I don’t want anything more to do with you!” Yuki said, trying to step passed him. He was expecting it when Haru grabbed his wrist and shoved him back against the desk. What he wasn’t expecting was the thrill that hummed through his whole body when Haru whispered, “Too late, Princess. There’s no turning back now” in the most seductive voice Yuki had ever heard.

And then Haru’s hand was under Yuki’s skirt, fingering its way passed the elastic of his panties and giving his swelling cock a gentle stroke. Yuki hummed.

“Why, Yuki chan! You’re all wet!” Haru purred, fingering Yuki’s leaking tip.

“Oh ho hum, I am just an average homeroom teacher stopping by my classroom to pick up some papers to grade! Oh my! What is this? Haru kun, what are you doing to poor, innocent little Yuki chan?” Shigure gasped. Yuki groaned and rolled his eyes. He’d almost forgotten about him. And he was just getting into this too!

“Sensei! Thank goodness you’re here! Haru was doing such horrible things to me!” Yuki said, rushing to Shigure’s side.

“Horrible things? Oh my! What kind of horrible things?” Shigure asked. Why oh why was Yuki playing along with this? It was so embarrassing!

“He was saying all kinds of dirty things to me and touching me inappropriately!” Yuki said.

“Really?” Shigure asked. And then his arm was around Yuki’s waist and he was clutching the teen to his side. “Sounds fun!” he grinned.

“Shi-I mean, Sensei!” Yuki gasped as Shigure began grinding their hips together. He was even harder than Haru!

“Don’t be so surprised! I am a teacher after all and I happened to have taught Haru kun everything he knows,” Shigure said, stroking his tongue along the ridge of Yuki’s brow, making Yuki shudder. Wait, was that a shudder? If it was a shudder then why was his body feeling so hot?

“Haru, get over here. It’s time for another lesson.” Yuki felt Haru’s body press up behind him, his erection stroking against Yuki’s ass and his hands wrapping around to tease Yuki’s cock. Then Shigure’s tongue was in Yuki’s mouth, trying to shove its way down his throat as his hands worked nimbly on the buttons of Yuki’s blouse. One of Haru’s hands left Yuki, but he could still feel it as it fumbled at the front of Shigure’s pants.

Yuki had to admit, the man knew how to kiss. His tongue probed Yuki’s mouth, tasting each corner and doing an occasional swirl around Yuki’s tongue that made his heart skip a beat. Then Haru got Shigure free and began stroking both of them in rhythm as he ground himself against Yuki’s ass, his hips moving in such a way that the pleated skirt was beginning to inch higher and higher. Shigure groaned into Yuki’s mouth and began to attack his tonsils with an unbridled hunger as his hips began to rock into Haru’s strokes.

The shirt was ¾ unbuttoned when Shigure yanked at the sleeves so they slid off Yuki’s shoulders, then his fingers were in Yuki’s hair, wrenching the boy’s face harder to his own, enough so that Yuki cried out from the pain. He was sure his mouth was bruised, but the pain only fueled his arousal. He hadn’t realized how built Shigure was until he was smashed against his solid body by another solid body. Yuki groaned into Shigure’s mouth and reached back to grab Haru’s thigh, urging him to rub against him even harder. Haru let go of Yuki’s penis and used the hand to slap Yuki’s away.

Oh, yeah. He was an innocent schoolegirl getting violated. He wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it. Yuki began to squirm and whimper, struggling to get away from the two horny ruffians! Oooh, squirming against Shigure felt good! Wait! No! Pretend to hate it! Get away from them!

It took a lot of resignation for Yuki to finally yank his mouth away from Shigure’s. He would have to make a note to swallow his pride and spend an hour just making out with the man sometime. For now, he put his mouth to work begging.

“Please! Stop! If you stop now I promise I won’t tell anyone!” Yuki cried.

“Go ahead and tell,” Shigure hissed.

“Yeah, and we want to be there to see your face as you recount every gritty detail,” Haru murmured into the back of Yuki’s neck.

Shigure’s hand released Yuki’s hair and shoved at Haru, forcing him to let go and step away. Then he grabbed Yuki by the arm and threw him down to the floor. He landed hard on his hip.

“Ow,” he whimpered. Then he looked up to find two ravenous wolves staring at him with heated eeys. Shigure was stroking himself and Haru was easing down the fly of his pants. Both of their faces were flushed and their mouths slightly agape with lust.

Yuki could only imagine what he looked like, defenseless and cringing on the floor. The blouse was rumpled and hanging down passed his shoulders, his hair was a mess and his face was flushed with swollen lips while the skirt failed to hide his own arousal. Yuki lifted his palm again, now lost in the sleeves, and pressed it to his chin, giving his captors a pleading look.

Haru was the first to pounce, grabbing Yuki by the arms and hauling him back to his feet so that he could smash him against the wall and grind their bodies together. His hands slid between them as he raped Yuki’s mouth with his tongue, his fingers undoing the remaining buttons on the shirt.

“Sensei! This princess isn’t even wearing a bra!” Haru called to Shigure when he noted that Yuki was enjoying the kiss too much.

“She doesn’t need one. She’s so innocent that her body can’t grow something as vulgar or perverted as breasts,” Shigure said, sauntering up behind Haru and rolling his hips against his back.

“But we’ll change that. Soon, Yuki chan, we’ll make you so slutty that you’ll fill an F cup,” Shigure purred, tweaking one of Yuki’s nipples. Then he murmured to Haru, “find something to bind her hands with.”

Haru eased out from between them and went to Yuki’s closet where he knew he kept his gardening supplies. Shigure closed in on Yuki and began sucking on his nipples. Yuki didn’t have to remember to whimper or cry by the time Haru came back with the twine. Shigure’s teeth were brutal and unforgiving, biting the sensitive nub to the point where the pain was unbearable, then going to the other one, but leaving the other in such a state of sensation that it felt like the teeth were still there. Shigure pulled away long enough to growl, “tie her,” before going back to work on the tender flesh.

Yuki couldn’t fight back as Haru grabbed his wrists and tied them together, forcing Yuki to have his arms around Shigure. Yuki’s entire body felt like it was made of water and the only thing holding it together were Shigure’s teeth on his nipples. Surely he would fall apart if he so much as twitched.

Then he was on the ground again. He wasn’t quite sure how he got there, but his legs were spread and his arms were above his head, the twine burning against his wrists. Shigure’s hand was stroking up and down Yuki’s bare abdomen and Haru was hitching the skirt up around Yuki’s waist.

“Oh, my! Sensei! Have you ever seen anything so pretty?” Haru purred. Yuki lifted his head to see what they were talking about. Haru was gazing affectionately at Yuki’s crotch. The pink panties were tight, and his erection had found its way to poke out the top of them. The head was glaring at him, red and twinkling with precum. It was quite a vulgar sight but the other two seemed to be enthralled with it. His penis twitched.

“Ooh,” Shigure murmured, running a fingertip from base to tip through the thin cotton fabric. Yuki shivered. Then Shigure leaned down to taste him. His tongue worked it’s way, delving into the sensitive slit while a finger slid around the ring of his foreskin, tugging it down and then letting it slide back up. Yuki groaned.

“My my, such a slutty little girl already,” Haru grinned, his hand wrapping around the base of Yuki’s penis and squeezing. Yuki jerked.

Somewhere down the hall, a door slid open. All three men froze. Timid footsteps tupped up the hall, growing closer and closer. Yuki glanced frantically at the door. Good, Shigure and Haru had locked it after returning from their panty voyage. Then came the hesitant knock.

“Yuki? Are you awake?” Tohru asked, her voice hushed. It took Yuki a moment to get his voice to work right.

“Yes, Tohru. I’m awake,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Are you okay? You don’t sound very good,” she said. Shigure and Haru gave each other a conspirative glance and then went back to work on Yuki’s cock. Yuki jerked and tried to kick them away, but his legs were pinned.

“N-n-no! I’m fine!” Yuki called, trying to hold back a yelp.

“Are you sure? I thought I heard some weird noises,” Tohru said.

“S-s-sorry! That was me. I c-couldn’t get to sleep so I was listening to the radio. I m-must have had it on to loUD!” A shock ripped through his body and his hips thrust upward, scraping his penis against Shigure’s teeth before it bumped into the roof of his mouth.

“What was that?” Tohru asked. Yuki almost wanted to cry. Why wouldn’t she just go back to bed?

“I’m exercising! I just stubbed my toe!” Yuki said quickly.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to get you a bandaid?” Tohru asked. There was a jiggle at the door that made Yuki’s heart stop even though he knew it was locked.

“No no! I’ll be fine! Just go back to sleep! Sorry I woke you!” he said.

“Alright… if you’re sure…” Tohru said.

“Yes! Yes! I’m sure,” Yuki said, his first exclamations not solely directed at her. Yuki bit his lip as Shigure slurped and Haru squeezed. This had to be the worst kind of torture devised. At least Tohru was finally going back to her room. He could hear her footsteps. One. Two. Three. Fo-pause. Oh Christ! Then she was walking back.

“Hey Yuki, do you know if Shigure came home yet?” Tohru asked.

“No idea,” Yuki whimpered.

“Oh, I thought I heard his voice a little while ago,” she said.

“I haven’t heard anything.” Was it possible to hate someone so suddenly? Especially someone that was so important to you?

“Oh, alright. I won’t lock the door then. Goodnight Yuki,” Tohru said.

“G’night,” Yuki said, trying to make the word sound final. A few footsteps later Toruh’s bedroom door closed and the tormentors began sniggering.

“You do quite well under pressure, Yuki chan,” Shigure commended, kissing the tip of his penis before standing back up. “Now, back to business. Haru kun, she’s gotten her panties all wet and messy. Dispose of them at once!” Yuki was still recovering from his trauma, he couldn’t much complain. He used his bound hands to wipe the sweat forming on his forehead as Haru eased the panties down and off.

“Prepare yourself, baby. We’re going to be coming down hard on you now,” Haru grinned, twirling the panties around his fingers.