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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Tiger_&_Bunny
  Relationship:
      Edward_Keddy/Ivan_Karelin_|_Origami_Cyclone
  Character:
      Edward_Keddy, Ivan_Karelin_|_Origami_Cyclone
  Additional Tags:
      Genderfuck, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Pre-Canon, Established_Relationship,
      Shapeshifting, Roleplay, Facials
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-19 Words: 3316
****** Trade Night ******
by daphnerunning
Summary
     Edward/Ivan, smutty fluff. Set during their days at Hero Academy
     (hence the underage tag--they're 15 or 16).
     Ivan's been squirming all day, waiting for Trade Night.
 
It was Friday.
Better, so much better than that, it was Trade Night.
Ivan squirmed his way through his last three classes, never daring to catch
Edward's eye. Sternbild Justice Applicable to NEXT Crimefighters in particular
was torture. There was a pop quiz, which was a lot harder when he couldn't look
to Edward for the answers. He stumbled his way through it, certain that he
hadn't even managed a passing grade. PE was an agility day, which was the only
reason he was able to finish the class with anything like dignity. All through
guest lectures he kept thinking, Trade night, trade night, trade night.
Is Edward thinking that too? Maybe. I hope so. Oh god. I hope he doesn't change
his mind. No, he wouldn't do that. He never has before, has he? But there's
always a first time for everything. Oh god, he's going to change his mind.
It made sense. Why wouldn't Edward get sick of it? Ivan could never understand
why he didn't get sick of Ivan completely. He was smarter, stronger, more
cheerful, more lucky, more handsome...
Oh god. He's probably already sick of me. He's probably already decided to stop
being my friend. Why wouldn't he?
By the time six pm rolled around, Ivan had thoroughly convinced himself that
Edward would greet him to say that he was moving out, didn't ever want to see
Ivan's face again, and end by kicking Ivan in the stomach.
Which was why it was quite a pleasant surprise to see Edward lounging on his
bed with a magazine. Even more pleasant was when Edward's eyes lit up at the
sight of him, when he crossed the room in a matter of seconds to take Ivan in a
swift, hungry kiss.
Ivan let out a squeak and melted into the kiss, letting Edward stroke his hair,
wrapping his arms around Edward to press them closer together. He still cares,
he thought, giddy with relief and with the kiss. He still wants me.
Edward bit his bottom lip softly, then pulled away and grinned down at his
roommate. "Hi."
"H-hi, Edward."
"Are you as excited as I am?"
Ivan nodded, not trusting his own voice. 
"Good. You want to go first?"
"N-no, I'll wait. If that's okay?"
"You know I like going first better. You have your list?"
Ivan fumbled in his pocket. "Got it." According to the rules, he set it on the
desk where Edward couldn't see it. Edward's was already there. The fact that it
was crumpled and straightened, and had been several times, made Ivan tingle
with excitement. Obviously Edward had been looking forward to this for quite a
while.
"Pick it up?"
Ivan picked up Edward's list, scanning each item as the blush on his face grew
so dark he was surprised it didn't catch fire.
"Anything on there you can't do?"
Edward always gave him a chance to back out. Ivan shook his head. "I can do it.
I think. I hope I do it right."
"You ready?" Edward's voice was husky behind him, and Ivan felt like shivering
all over. Instead he looked at the list again, then turned around.
At least, someone did.
Ivan put a hand on his--her--hip, letting it sway out to the side. If he hadn't
trusted Edward, if it hadn't been for the fact that Edward never made fun of
him, he'd have been far too embarrassed to do anything of the sort. 
Long dark hair ran over his back, and he smoothed it with the long painted
nails of one hand. "Well, well, well," he crooned, hearing a woman's sultry
voice come out of his lips. "Has someone here been a naughty boy?"
Edward arched in his seat, a little grin forcing itself onto his face as he
tried not to break character. "Who, me?"
Midnight Spark tutted seductively through her teeth, high heels clacking on the
ground as she strode over to Edward. Breathe, Ivan. Stay in character.It was
easier when he didn't think about it. The body took over, sometimes. Certain
bodies were very forceful about how they wanted to behave, and Midnight Spark
was one of them. He'd known Edward would want her on Trade Night this week;
he'd been talking about her nonstop since the bank heist, when she'd dropped
onto the gunman from the ceiling and knelt over him to make the arrest. Edward
had taped the broadcast, then watched it every night.
She straddled Edward in the chair, running her hands down his muscular arms,
bringing his wrists up over his head. "Yes, you. In fact, I think you need to
be punished."
Straddling Edward like this, Ivan could feel how hard Edward already was
against him. His friend's breathing was fast, but he didn't struggle as
Midnight Spark prowled around him, tying him to the chair with gentle loops of
a long scarf. 
Behind Midnight Spark's eyes, Ivan watched his friend for a clue for how he was
feeling. Edward strained against the restraints, but only for show, Ivan was
sure. He was easily strong and agile enough to slip out of the bindings if he
really wanted to.
Midnight Spark sank to her knees in front of Edward, looking up at him through
her mask. "You're a very naughty boy, aren't you? You need to be punished."
Shit, I already said that. Don't panic! Maybe he won't notice! Hurry, touch his
penis!
She ran long fingernails over the bulge in Edward's pants, and the bound boy
moaned. "Mmm...yes, please. Very naughty. Punish me."
Ivan intended to reach up and unzip Edward's Hero Academy Regulation trousers,
but the body took over. She leaned further, surprised at the flexibility in her
spine, and caught the zipper in her teeth. Slowly, she tugged the zipper down,
chin rubbing against the throbbing heat trapped within the cotton.
Edward was completely hard, his cock dark red by the time the zipper was
completely undone. "Teenage boys," Midnight Spark cooed, wrapping one long-
fingered hand around his slick, heavy length. "Always so eager, even when
they're being bad." 
She ran a single fingernail up the underside of Edward's shaft. He bucked into
her hand, eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Hmm," she said, every word a purr, "I
don't think you deserve pleasure. I think you deserve to be tortured a little.
Since you're so naughty."
Edward actually whimpered.
Ivan knew he was going off script--the list had only called for "Midnight Spark
gives me a blowjob," after all. But Edward knew how it was when the body took
over. He knew what to say to make Ivan stop, if he really wanted to.
That is, if he could remember how to speak. 
Midnight Spark ran her fingernails down, lightly scraping over Edward's balls,
and the redhead sucked in a shuddering breath. "Please," he moaned.
She chuckled. "You think you deserve this?" She leaned forward, breathing hot
on his cock. He was leaking precum at a steady rate now, and Midnight Spark
darted her tongue out to flick over the tip. 
Edward made a strangled high-pitched noise, and his hips jumped. "Please!" he
said again, louder this time. 
She wrapped her hand around him, harder than Edward usually liked, squeezed her
way down his shaft. Then, she gave the head of his cock a long, slow lick.
That was all it took. Edward cried out something unintelligible, and then he
was coming, filling Ivan's mouth with his taste, spurting hot across his cheek,
forehead.
Surprised, Ivan flashed back to his usual form, kneeling in front of Edward's
chair. The latex of Midnight Spark's costume melted back to Hero Academy
clothes, the long black sheet into his untidy blonde hair. There was still
semen on his face, and he ducked his head to wipe it off on his sleeve.
"Oh god," Edward groaned, eyes closed. "That was amazing. So good. Ivan,
that...you're amazing."
Ivan positively glowed with the praise. "Y-yeah? That was good?"
"Don't be modest. You were fantastic. You want a turn now, or do you want to do
another of mine?"
"I want all mine at once. If that's--"
"Course it's okay. Go on, then." Just to prove he could, Edward shrugged out of
the bindings Midnight Spark had tied him with. It took him about three seconds.
Ivan scowled, and turned back to the list. 2. Lillia Valance comes into our
room (Ivan is out? Sorry <3) and cuddles with me. She doesn't want to have sex
at first, but I win her over. (please don't be mad?)
Ivan walked out of the room without a word. He waited just a little longer than
he had to, just to tease his roommate. He was finding his footing with Trade
Night now, getting more comfortable with the characters. Then, making sure no
one was in the hall, he shifted into the prettiest girl in Hero Academy and
knocked. 
Edward opened the door immediately, making Ivan think he'd been waiting by the
door. He'd done up his pants, and feigned surprise. "Lillia? What are you doing
here?"
Ivan bit his lip. Lillia wasn't as forceful a body as Midnight Spark, and he
had to keep focused to maintain character. "Hi, Edward. Are you alone?"
"Yeah, I am. Ivan's out tonight, doing something much cooler, with way cooler
people than me."
Ivan's lips twitched involuntarily. "Can I come in? Roger and I had a fight."
Why not? Might as well get the Boyfriend Problem out of the way.
"Oh, you, uh, want to come in?" Despite the fact that it was his plan, Edward
seemed nervous.
"Thanks." Lillia stepped inside and looked around. "Nice. I thought it would be
messier, with two boys."
"Yeah, well, Ivan keeps it pretty neat. You want a drink?"
"Sure. Diet Coke?" How many times had he seen Lillia order a Diet Coke in the
cafeteria? 
"Uh, I don't think we have any."
Oops. He should probably have remembered that. "Just water is fine."
Edward brought the water, then slid next to her on the bed. "So, a fight?"
"Yeah." Crap. What did we fight about? What do girls fight about with
boyfriends? "Um...he was mad that I had my period?"
Immediately, he knew he'd said the wrong thing. Edward looked as if he was
about to throw up, and Ivan couldn't keep hold of the body. He shifted back to
himself and buried his head in his hands. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! That was so
un-sexy!"
Edward laughed, though he still looked a little green. "It's fine. Can you
shift back, and we'll just have sex?"
It was always harder to keep control of a body once he'd slipped out of it--
like how difficult it was to leap across a gap when he'd already failed once.
He always felt like he was going to flinch at the most unfortunate moment. But
it's Trade Night. Have to try.
A flash of blue-white light, and he was Lillia again, sipping her water. "Roger
and I got into a fight," she said, helplessly. "Um...because I go shopping too
much?"
That seemed good enough. It certainly didn't make Edward vomit. "Aw," he said,
and put an arm around her. "Poor baby. I bet I can make you feel better."
Lillia edged away. "I probably shouldn't."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to remind you of how beautiful you
are."
He could have anyone he wanted.Ivan knew Lillia would have protested more,
would probably never have given in, but he wasn't really Lillia. 
All he wanted to do was give in.
Edward's hands felt sure, practiced on her breasts, and Lillia let out a
breathy little moan. "Ooh..."
"Feels good?"
Lillia nodded, smiling. "Yeah. Be gentle with me?"
Something flickered over Edward's face--displeasure?--but he moved down to kiss
Lillia's neck, to pull her dress down over her breasts. He buried his face in
them, cupping them in his hands, taking a pert pink nipple between his lips.
Lillia's fingernails dug into the fabric of the bed, and she threw back her
head, chest heaving. Privately, Ivan was always surprised at how good it felt
when Edward played with his nipples, whether he was shapeshifted or not. Maybe
it's because I've spent too much time as a girl. No, that's stupid. Edward
doesn't start randomly feeling sandy.
Edward's hands went to her thighs, urging them apart, and her dress rode up.
Edward kissed his way up the inside of her thighs, his eyelashes tickling her
pale flesh, until he nuzzled at the lacy underwear Ivan had shifted. Edward ran
a finger over the lace, grinning when Lillia sucked in a breath.
It's so wrong to feel so good from this. It shouldn't feel so good to have a
va-- a pu-- a cu-- a not-penis.Edward's finger teased the thin cloth aside,
brushing over the wet warmth of Lillia's slit.
She wriggled, making a happy little noise as Edward's tongue followed his
finger's trail. Lillia slid off her underwear, tossing them far enough that
Edward wouldn't have to see them turn back to cotton briefs as soon as they
left his touch. 
With nothing to obstruct his way, Edward dove between Lillia's legs, licking,
sucking, tongue plundering deep into her core. 
Definitely wrong to feel so good. I should only feel this with Roger. I mean
with a penis! ...shit."Edward," she murmured, the one thing Ivan was sure of. 
He dragged his tongue over her clit, and she spread her legs and whimpered. He
flicked the tip over it, teasing, making her shiver and beg. "Edward, Edward,
P-please!"
"Please what?"
"Please--more!"
"Please what, Lillia?"
"P-please lick me."
"Louder." Edward grinned against her.
"Please lick me!"
"Good girl." He buried his face again, long tongue snaking up inside her hole,
the strangest thing that had ever made Ivan writhe uncontrollably. Don't come
don't come don't come, don't lose shape, keep your vagina where it is! Ivan!
Maintain the vagina!
"E-Edward, I can't--"
"It's okay." The words were muffled, but Ivan understood. "Come for me."
"But I'll--"
Edward sucked her clit hard, and Ivan cried out in his own voice. He forced
Edward's mouth open as he snapped back to his original shape, bucking up
against Edward's tongue, flooding his mouth with his release. 
Edward didn't pull up more than he had to, suckling gently on the head of
Ivan's cock. He moaned around it, and Ivan twitched in his friend's mouth.
"Mnggh, Edward..."
Edward stood up, eyes flashing, and shucked off his clothes. "Get naked."
"Your third--"
"Forget it. I want you."
I will never say no to that. Ivan wormed out of his clothes, tossed them away,
barely had time to do so before Edward covered his body with his own. "Need
you," Edward groaned, and their faces crashed together in a fierce, bruising
kiss. 
Ivan tasted himself in Edward's mouth, but Edward had to be tasting himself in
Ivan's too. Edward bit Ivan's lip. They ground together, panting, straining,
searching for a rhythm. Edward was hard again, too hard to wait. "Ivan, please-
-hurry, I need you."
Needs me. Edward needs me. Ivan fumbled frantically with the lotion on the side
table, slicked up Edward's cock with a few slow pumps.
"You--"
"Already did," Ivan said with a grin. "In the bathroom on my way here."
Edward took hold of Ivan's knees, spread them up, back, slid his hands back
down. He squeezed Ivan's ass, then slipped his thumbs inside to see if Ivan was
telling the truth. "God, you weren't lying," he said, voice hoarse and throaty
with desire. "How many fingers did you use?"
"Nnn, four."
"Jesus, Ivan!"
"Wasn't enough. Wanted you."
Another kiss. "Then take it."
Always.
Edward thrust in, too ready, too far gone to go slow. Not that Ivan wanted him
to; he pushed down onto Edward's cock, trying to take more too fast. He felt
himself harden again, aroused beyond belief by feeling Edward filling him up.
Edward cursed and took Ivan's hips in his hands. "If you're going to be that
greedy," he muttered, and rolled over so Ivan was on top, "you can do the
work."
Ivan's breath caught in his throat. "Gladly!" He braced his hands on his
roommate's smooth, sculpted chest, then slammed himself down on Edward's cock.
He couldn't tell who was shouting, who was groaning, who was begging for more.
He raised up onto his knees, threw his head back, and rode Edward for all he
was worth. Every time his friend's cock pumped up inside his ass, Ivan's eyes
rolled back in his head. The only conscious thought in his mind was more, more,
more.
Moremoremoremoremore
Edward hit that spot deep inside, and Ivan convulsed on top of him. The
contractions were too much for Edward.
"Yes, Ivan, fuck!" He thrust wildly up into Ivan, holding his hips down with
bruising force, mouth open wide in a silent scream as he flooded Ivan with
come. He jerked up into him a couple more times, legs spasming in the
aftershocks, before collapsing down on his back.
Ivan whined. There was no other word for it, but he was hard, aching.
"Climb off for a sec, okay?" Edward said shakily. 
When Ivan did, Edward propped himself up against the wall, legs spread. "Here."
Ivan sat between his roommate's legs, back to Edward's chest, and leaned back.
Edward's hand was strong and sure, stroking him just right while he kissed, bit
Ivan's neck, sucked on his ear. His other hand came around Ivan's chest and
pinched one of his nipples.
"Nnn, Edward..."
"You gonna come for me?"
"If you k-keep that up."
"Which? This?" He rolled the nipple between his fingers.
Ivan bucked up into his hand. "Th-that! Yes!"
Edward played with him, pinching gently at first and then harder, hand moving
swiftly up and down his shaft. "Consider this my third," he said in Ivan's ear,
then punctuated it with a lick up the side of the shell. "I want you to come
for me. Come because I'm telling you to."
Fuck if that isn't hot.
Ivan arched back against the touch, away from, into a vicious pinch to his
nipple, just as Edward's thumb caught on the head of his cock. It was too much,
and he obeyed the breathy words in his ear, spending himself for the second
time that night.
It took them nearly an hour to work up the courage to get to Ivan's list. When
Edward finally stumbled over to the table to retrieve the paper, he gave his
roommate a weary grin. "You kinky son of a bitch."
 
 
"Aah!" Blood welled up dark and red, and Ivan flicked his tongue over the
wound. 
"Be more careful."
Edward scowled, then sucked his own pricked fingertip. "Give me the thimble,
then."
"I'm using it. You dropped yours behind my bed."
"I'm sewing thicker fabric than you. Who needs a thimble for monkscloth?"
"Stop whining. It's Trade Night."
Edward subsided, grumbling, but he was smiling. 
On the TV screen, a nine-year-old girl chased after an escaping card, staff
clutched firmly in hand. She shouted some words, shed her clothes, and resumed
the chase in a frilly pink outfit. Despite the fact that sixteen-year-old boys
were supposed to care about being cool above all else, Edward cheered along
with Ivan at the climax of the episode.
Ivan's list for Trade Night:
1. Watch at least three episodes of Cardcaptor Sakura.
2. Finish Himura Kenshin outfit. (can be done at the same time as #1)
3. Do full photoshoot with katanas (and I get to be Kenshin!) (sorry, I know
you have perfect hair) (it's okay isn't it?) (<3) (thank you in advance)
Edward leaned over and kissed the top of Ivan's head. Ivan looked up,
surprised. "What is it?"
"Happy Trade Night."
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