Sparring

Disclaimer: The Flame of Recca characters Fuuko Kirisawa and Tokiya Mikagami aren’t mine. They belong to Nobuyuki Anzai.

Tokiya Mikagami paused in the middle of the school gymnasium one late afternoon. With a hand resting on his hip, he looked up and scanned the empty high walled interior, a smile of anticipation crossing his cool handsome features as he did so. The gym was quiet and still, but he nonetheless took out his ensui and uncapped the bottled water he had brought along.

Pouring the clear liquid on his weapon, he thought of the note he found during lunch break earlier that day. A very familiar ninja pick pinned it to his desk. He tore the note from the weapon and read it, a small smile curved on his usually stoical face, making his female classmates, who were secretly watching him, sigh dreamily.

The silver haired teen was truly beautiful. And they wondered was what written in the note that brought out a reluctant smile from his usually cold and bored expression.

Little did they know that it was a challenge issued by a fierce combatant.

Mikagami, without looking up, suddenly swung his weapon when he heard something wheezing in the air toward him. With few calculated strokes, he successfully warded off five picks that were aimed at him. Before they landed on the floor, Mikagami disappeared.

Fuuko Kirisawa cursed under her breath and leaped from one of the exposed steel trusses of the gym to the other. It was a trap. He had wanted her to attack first, that was why he merely stood in the middle of the court. Throwing those picks at him was a bad idea. In doing so, he could use the direction where the picks came from and with that, he could pinpoint her location. And with brains like Mikagami’s, she was sure he already knew where she was hiding.

Shit, she really was a baka saru.

Fuuko landed stealthily and made a mad dash toward the double sliding door of the gym. She had to get out of there. And fast! She was able to open the door a few inches before it closed again with a resounding snap. She spun around, wide eyed, as she faced her nemesis.

With a hand still resting on the door behind her, he leaned toward her and smiled wickedly, “I’ll give you five seconds to hide, Kirisawa. If I find you within ten minutes, you lose.”

“It’s a gymnasium! There’s no place to hide.”

“Be creative,” he shrugged and stepped back, “One…”

“That’s unfair! At least let me run around the campus.”

“Two…”

“Mi-chan!”

“Three…”

“You’re a jerk!” she growled before disappearing from his view.

He chuckled. “Four…” he continued to count loudly for her benefit. Mikagami unbuttoned his school jacket and threw it on the floor. That way, movement would be a little easier for what he had planned for Kirisawa the moment he caught her. They had been playing this game for quite a while, with the verbal agreement that the loser would become the victor’s ninja for three days. And, of course, Kirisawa usually ended up as the loser. It was an amusing sight, seeing the great Fuuko Kirisawa escorting the well-known ladies’ man of the campus for a few days, with his books in her arms, and adhering to his every whim.

“And five…” Mikagami smirked. Oh, he had something different planned for Kirisawa today. He was going to take their deal a notch higher. The wind child had unknowingly gotten under his skin, had made him anticipate their every meeting, and had plagued his dreams with the want of touching and tasting her beautiful body. It was like he was becoming addicted to her. And he didn’t like the feeling one bit. He must teach her a lesson not to always seek him out. And the perfect thing to do to her was…

“Whoa, boy, be patient,” he muttered under his breath when he felt his cock strain almost painfully against the soft fabric of his pants. “We’ll get her. So that we won’t have to take a cold shower again tonight.”

Reigning in his desires, he started the hunt.

Damn, but she was afraid. Fuuko tried to control her labored breathing as she peeked through the small horizontal openings of an empty locker stall. She licked her dry lips and watched out for any movement inside the men’s locker room. It was the first door she stumbled upon and decided to stay there and hide.

She placed a hand over her chest to calm her palpitating heart. The way Mikagami was looking at her before reminded her of a predator eyeing his prey with much anticipation and hunger. He looked like he was going to eat her alive the moment he caught her. She shivered. This hide and seek game had gone beyond the norm. And she was afraid that he would…

He would what? Fuuko thought. What’s the worst thing that he could do to her? Mi-chan was a friend, a comrade, a senpai, and a logical one at that. He wasn’t going to kill her or anything. That’d be stupid. So what was she afraid of? Sure, the glint in his light blue eyes was a little disconcerting a while ago. But she was sure he was just trying to scare her. He was obviously enjoying the thrill of the chase. And she, being an idiot, played right into his hands.

She should have known he was just toying with her!

With that in mind, she threw the locker door open and stepped out to confront him. But before she could take another step, a very amused voice spoke to her from behind.

“I was wondering when you’re going to come out of there,” Mikagami chuckled as he leaned, arms crossed, on the locker adjacent to where she was hiding. “You’re so predictable, Kirisawa.”

“Urusai na (shut up)!” she stomped her foot. “You were trying to scare me and you’re enjoying it!”

“You have an overactive imagination,” he straightened up from the locker and took a step toward her. “Still, you lose.”

“W-What are you doing?” Fuuko asked and stepped back, Mikagami followed. He reached out and placed a hand on the small ball of her shoulder. Before she could understand his intent, she found herself plopped down on one of the benches. She watched, dazed and confused, as he pushed her down the length of the bench. He pushed her legs wide open, revealing her pristine white cotton panties to his hungry gaze, and seated himself between them. He leaned over her and started rubbing his erection against the juncture of her thighs. Fuuko could feel herself getting wet and she flushed. “M-Mi-chan…”

“Feel how much I want you,” he rasped, loving the feeling of her crotch against his length, and felt himself grow thicker and harder. “You lose, Fuuko, and you’re mine,” he said before dipping his head and claiming her soft mouth. Stunned, Fuuko lost all train of thought the moment his hot lips sealed hers in an open-mouth kiss. His tongue darted in and out, exploring the heat of her mouth, while his hands traveled down toward her ample breasts and squeezed.

Mikagami released her swollen lips and tore open her school uniform, the buttons flying in all directions as he did so. He unfastened the frontal clasp of her bra, exposing her large beautiful mounds to his intense gaze. He quickly took one hard pink nipple to his mouth and began to suckle hard. Fuuko gasped and nearly fell off the bench at the pleasurable sensation that ran through her body. She moaned and dug her fingers in his long silver mane, pulling him closer as he continued to lick and tease her sensitized nipples.

With a hand traveling down to her pubis, he slid a hand beneath her cotton underwear and cupped her womanhood. He parted her feminine folds and slipped a finger inside her moist heat. Fuuko squirmed beneath his touch and tried to close her legs. But Mikagami would have none of it. He held her still and kissed her lips as he explored her even deeper, his tongue darted in and out, imitating the movement of his finger inside her hot center.

Fuuko felt uncomfortable at the intrusion of his finger in her most private part. But the pleasure that it brought to her being was clouding her senses. That was why it took her quite a while before she realized that Mikagami was no longer kissing her, and that his tongue had replaced his finger and was pleasuring her until she could no longer think.

Mikagami parted her labia with his thumbs, exposing her completely to him, and gave her clitoris a quick lick. He smiled wickedly when he saw her start, her juices started to flow out of her vaginal opening. He flicked his tongue over her again, her cries of passion igniting his own. He could feel his penis straining harder against his pants as it throbbed painfully. All he wanted to do was to bury himself deep inside her and fuck her senseless.

But he wanted to please her first, wanted her first time to be truly pleasurable and satisfying. He wanted her to love making love with him.

Why? Just because…

Still, it was a most difficult thing, trying to hold it in.

“Mi-chan! Please… I…” Fuuko cried, arching her hips toward him. Her face flushed and her body shivering with desire, she watched in fascination when Mikagami finally stood up and unzipped his pants. His impressive length sprang out of his briefs, hard and ready to impale her.

Mikagami leaned over her again, his legs straddling the bench where she lay wide and open like a luscious dinner to satisfy only him. He positioned his length on her moist entry and slowly entered her, her tight opening quickly accommodating his large size. When he encountered her barrier, he paused and looked at her, “This is going to hurt, Fuuko, but it’ll soon disappear. Trust me.”

At Fuuko’s nod, he claimed her mouth and at the same time plunged deep into her. The wind child cried in his mouth, tears flowing out of her closed eyes. Mikagami wanted to come right then and there when he found out how tight she was and take her like a wild animal would, but instead he stilled and kissed her tenderly until she adjusted to his size.

When she was ready, Mikagami started to move. He withdrew a few inches from her and plunged again, repeating the process until the pace quickened, leaving both lovers to depend on the pleasurable feeling and to race to the peak. Mikagami pumped harder into her, while Fuuko’s hips met him at his every thrust. Fuuko’s seductive purrs and cries and the sound of Mikagami slamming into her were the only noise inside the room. The bench creaked under their fast movement and weight.

When Mikagami was about to come, he reached down to where their bodies were joined and stroked her clitoris. Fuuko’s gasps became faster and when she tightened her pussy around his length, he knew she was about to come.

Their orgasm was exquisite. Both cried out in ecstasy as they reached the peak of their sexual activity at the same time. Mikagami, exhausted but satisfied, slumped down on top of her. Using her ample breasts as cushions, he closed his eyes and listened to the fast beating of Fuuko’s erratic heart.

Fuuko sighed dreamily and wrapped her hands around Mikagami. She absently played around with his silver hair as she gazed at the ceiling. The experience was wonderful. It was no wonder people had enjoyed doing it. And with a lover like Mikagami, she was sure her sex life would become totally happy and fulfilling.

Tokiya Mikagami… who would have thought? The infamous iceberg of Hokage. The renowned member with the coolest head and the coldest heart. And look what she just did with him. It was the hottest experience she had ever had in her entire life.

“What are you thinking?” Fuuko looked down and found Mikagami’s intense blue gaze on her flushed face. There was both possession and tenderness in his eyes as he looked at her. And curiously, she found herself very pleased with it.

“Nothing,” she grinned, “monkeys don’t think remember?”

“Hm… true,” Mikagami agreed readily and kissed her left breast. Her pink nipples instantly hardened and he smiled. “But no monkey could possibly be as responsive and as beautiful as you.”

Fuuko was stunned, “You think I’m beautiful?” Mikagami smiled sheepishly and moved his hips, making her realize that he was still inside her. And that he was once again getting hard.

“Does that answer your question?”

Fuuko flushed, but before she could reply, she heard noises coming from the gym. Both looked at each other, one in alarm, the other in annoyance. When voices and balls bouncing started to reach their ears, both quickly parted. Mikagami withdrew from her and started to zip his fly. Fuuko stood up and fixed her ruined blouse.

“Sorry about that,” Mikagami said as he tied his hair in a high ponytail. He walked toward her when he finished and buttoned up her coat himself. “It’ll hold until I get you home.”

“Thanks,” she said and started to look for something on the floor.

“What are you looking for?”

“My… um…” Fuuko fidgeted, “…my underwear.”

“It’s missing?”

“You’re the one who took it off!” Fuuko glared at him, her face flushing red, “you should have at least remembered where you threw it.”

“I don’t,” Mikagami replied calmly, “Anyway, we better get out before they find us in here.”

“But---“

“If you act normally, Fuuko, no one would notice,” Mikagami pointed out, something mischievous gleaming in his dark eyes. “Besides, school’s over. You can go straight home.”

“I-I guess you’re right.”

“Come, I’ll walk you home,” Mikagami offered and led her out of the locker room. Both slipped out of the gym unnoticed and were on their way home. Walking with a girl in a very short skirt with no panties at all was sexy. The perverted things Mikagami could do with Fuuko in that state ran through his creative head.

They could watch a movie together, darkness shielding them from an unwanted audience, his fingers slipping in and out of her naked pussy. Or they could go to a park, seat her on top of him and that’s how he would take her, her skirt shielding their activity from passers by. Or they could go to a public restroom and do it right there and then. The possibilities were endless.

He felt himself harden once again.

Well, he should have had that coming. It was a small price to pay since he’s the reason why Fuuko didn’t have panties anymore. Fuuko’s underwear was actually in his pocket. And he was going to keep it that way until all of his fantasies were satisfied.