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works/798340.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shoujo_Kakumei_Utena_|_Revolutionary_Girl_Utena
  Relationship:
      Kaoru_Miki/Kiryuu_Touga, Kaoru_Kozue/Kiryuu_Touga
  Character:
      Kaoru_Kozue, Kaoru_Miki, Kiryuu_Touga
  Additional Tags:
      Crossdressing, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Blow_Jobs, Humiliation,
      Yaoi, Non_Consensual, Dacryphilia, Touga_Being_a_Scumbag
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-03-22 Words: 1242
****** Blue Haired One ******
by certainlyAmbiguous_(orphan_account)
Summary
     trashy, trashy thing written for someone on IRG wherein touga goes to
     meet kozue for a romp and finds someone else entirely-- not that he
     cares
     just... just dont even read it
Notes
     more than a little startled to read through this, since i didnt
     remember the content.
     im really sorry,, ,
     wow, touga, you need to stop
Touga loved the way those pretty blue eyes rolled up to look at him every so
often when he was receiving a "favor" from the blue-haired one, the soft,
lilting, pleasure filled groans that only served to heighten his pleasure. When
he lay beneath her, he loved the way Kozue looked, keening and tossing her head
back as she shook with orgasm--still wearing her school uniform.

She wore it now, standing in the overgrown garden outside her house. The two
were to meet there today. Touga had skipped out on his last class to be here,
and she obviously had as well. The grass was up to her waist, looking almost as
if it could consume her at any moment. Her back was turned, and she seemed to
be lost in thought--though Touga, arching an eyebrow found this unlikely. He
strode silently toward her, a slight wind picking up and playing with his hair
as he did.

As if sensing his approach, the blue haired one turned. Touga quickly twined
his hands about her dainty little hips and drew her very close, kissing her
lips in a less than gentle way.

Noticing that she'd gone rigid, her lack of response, Touga lifted his head
away from hers, and looked into her eyes, questioning. The little thing was
dreadfully pale. Though as he gazed at her, her skin began to grow warm, and
turn a shade of red that rivaled the Student Council President's own hair.

"Hn..," he offered briefly, caressing her cheek with a gentle stroke. Touga
wondered suddenly if her hips curved less than before. No, he must be thinking
of another girl. "Being coy... doesn't suit you."

Her eyes were as large as saucers, and her hands were trapped helplessly
between Touga's chest and her own. Another little thought popped into his head,
beyond his lust. Were her breasts smaller than before? No, he was probably
thinking of another girl.

She began to open her mouth to speak, but Touga took it as an invitation, and
dove in again, for the kiss. He licked and suckled at her unmoving lips. This
time, she began to struggle, and he smiled to himself. They'd played this game
before... or was that another girl? He chuckled deeply, and wrestled her down
into the grass. And, even as she continued to thrash, Touga gripped her bare
thigh in one hand and her chin in the other. He crushed his lips against hers
once more, suckling and biting at her lower lip until she finally began to
yield.

She parted her lips as he licked gently at her mouth, and it progressed from
there. Soon, her arms were wrapped around him, pulling him in tight, tangling
in his hair, and their kiss was thick with a serious passion. Touga swore she'd
never tasted this way before... so sticky and sweet, and almost cloying. The
lovely little blunette's tongue was passive-- Touga's kiss had to venture all
the way into Kozue's mouth in order to be properly received. Pausing from
chasing Kozue's tongue around her mouth for a moment of reflection, Touga
realized that...

This was not Kozue.

How had he not noticed before? It was likely because he never much looked at
her face...

No matter.

The Student Council President rolled the two of them over, and as the little
blue haired one sat on his stomach, it was impossible not to notice the
erection lifting the pleats in the girl's school uniform. Miki's face was still
tinted a pleasing pink as he used both hands to hide his obvious arousal, a
deeply worried look on his face.

"S-Sempai," he stuttered, in a voice that was unlike Kozue's and yet, somehow
similar, "I-I'm not..."

Touga simply smiled up at him, eyes still half lidded with that thick lust,
long fingered hands grasping firmly at the underclassman's hips.

"You're not what?" The words trickled from his lips like brandy--warm, heady.
"You are not going to help me spend this... passion you've evoked in me?"

Miki's face went a darker shade, and his cute little mouth popped open in
shock.

"You ...don't want to help me?" Touga went on, in a voice that was full of pain
and sex. He gazed up at the boy sitting on his stomach through all that long
red hair, and grasped his chin so that their eyes met. Miki's resolve melted
with the lurch in his lower belly.

"I suppose... I could... help," he whispered, crimson.

"Good," Touga replied, darkly. He sat up, supporting himself by his elbows.
"Unbutton my pants."

Touga was mildly surprised that Miki hadn't passed out yet from the blush. The
blue-haired boy moved backwards, biting his lip ever so slightly as his hind
end moved over his elder's restrained erection. Miki sat with knees drawn up,
and began to fumble at Touga's zipper, and once it was open, lifted the silken
boxers away from his goal.

However, once Miki saw Touga's gleaming, straining cock, his resolve burned
away... and became fear.

"T-Touga sempai," he stammered. "I-I can't. I don't want to do this!"

Touga raised one knee, and Miki rested his head against it, feeling lost. His
eyes were wide and shining, almost as if he were about to cry. He knew the
older Student Council Member would understand. They were friends, after all,
right? Touga reached out to touch one of those burning cheeks gently.

"That decision has come too late," and his hand grabbed a fistful of blue hair,
forcing the head down, "baby..."

So startled was Miki that until he began to gag, he didn't think to struggle.
As far as Touga was concerned, Miki was doing all the work with his
"struggling." Touga would thrust up, burying his shaft as far as it could go.
If this was the way it was going to happen, he'd make sure he enjoyed it. And
it seemed that every time he thrust, Miki tried to pull back. He was in such an
awkward position--

Tears poured down his cheeks in horror and embarrassment as he resigned himself
to being used. After what seemed like an eternity later, Touga released him,
and he toppled over backwards, gasping for breath, tears still streaming. In an
instant, Touga had straddled the blue haired one's chest and the long fingered,
finely manicured hand he'd grasped Miki's hair with was now wrapped around the
shaft of his own cock.

In a few violent strokes, Touga came, throwing his head back as he was carried
on the waves of pleasure that now splattered Miki's shamed, startled face.

Touga's eyes looked down on the younger one, cold, though he was smiling.
Miki's own eyes were wide with shock. The red haired Touga buttoned himself up,
and lay down next to Miki, licking gently at his face, making a noise that was
halfway between a laugh and purring. He liked the flavor of the younger one's
sweat mixed in with his cum.

Through silent tears, Miki abruptly fancied that he could hear someone moving
through the grass toward them. In terror, he rolled away from Touga, and bolted
back toward the house.

In a pool of long red locks, he lay, staring up at the sky with his shirt still
open, when Kozue appeared.

"Who was that?" she asked, mostly for the sake of conversation.

He crooked a finger at her, and gave her his best bedroom eyes. "Not you."
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