1 - On the First Day

[ToonMissy]

There was a sigh as a pencil was twirled between his fingers while he listened to the teacher; he was alone in the school, being the youngest by a few years. He was the last one dropped off, but only because his school was close to his father’s club. Gojyo was more than likely going to be the one to pick him up after school, unless one of his elder siblings was order to come by to drag him along to one of the normal pick up areas, like Goku’s restaurant.
“Genjo Koumyou? Can you approach the board and answer this question?”
“Yes sir.” The blonde had approached the board, hips swaying in a girly fashion with the end of his braid bouncing upon the top of his ass. He normally wore the girl’s uniform, much like his older brothers, Kubota and Saitoh; his body was attractive, even at the tender age of twelve years and the feminine uniform certainly allowed him to flaunt his body without being completely exposed. Koumyou gingerly picked up the marker for the whiteboard before quickly and deftly writing his answer, beauty and brains since he was the top of his class all the time.

He shook his head, crimson locks falling front of his eyes at Nakajyo’s words. “I’m not an actor and you know that, Naka-kun. I get really nervous and flustered when people put me on the spot for things. At least with boarding, people can watch me and I can just have fun without noticing people.”
Tokitoh wasn’t one for being in the spotlight, that position was more suited to some of the more outgoing members of the family, he rather stayed bowed out of the limelight, only showing off talents in sports. Having Sotsu would be nice, but he was still apprehensive about being one to really act. “Maa…I’d be better suited to the backstage stuff, I can’t cut it as an actor. I’ll still join the drama club with you, Su-chan, but I’ll leave the acting to the actors. I know that Go-chan’s gonna have to whip up the archery club into shape. I remember he was complaining how much they slacked off if he had to help Ten-chan with the kendo club.”

The taboo certainly always enjoyed talking with his best friend, and boarding and skating were one of their funnest hobbies together since they normally would watch Konzen and Kenren doing tricks and stunts that impressed them both. Sotsu seemed better balanced upon blades than on boards that Toktioh seemed to be a pro at. “Well we may have to stop off at Kou-chan’s school and pick him up first, but we can do a bit of skating there too if we wanted to. But Kou-chan may whine about us doing that, he’s more like Kubo-chan at times, I really think that I have two sisters rather than all brothers.”
When the teacher entered, they had to finish their discussion quickly, only so that they were not reprimanded for disturbing the class in any way.

“Tenpou? I thought he was already having to deal with helping the twins and Gonou with studying, but I suppose if you’d rather go in that direction…” It hurt, he couldn’t say it out loud, but Kubota’s words hurt him. Sanguine eyes merely glanced back down at his open scribbler as he copied notes from the board in an almost mechanical way. Kubota was always wanting to be around him and to know that the other cross dresser, yet apparently that wasn’t the case at the moment; the other redhead was being far more hostile and seemed to be quivering with rage, his words and actions having the opposite effect that he had wanted them to have. Saitoh had merely just continued to copy the notes, obviously hurt by the queen’s words and actions towards him.

’Why is it like this all the time? Kubota will act one way, and then another no matter who it is. Everyone else gets the cheerful side of him that flirts constantly, but I seem to be the only one who ever has to deal with the bitch that’s really in him. We fuck and that’s all it ever seems to be to him, he uses me just to get what he wants, but there’s never an “I love you” or “Saitoh, you’re the only one I want to be with”. Fuck, Kubota either tell me how you really feel or else you’re going to lose me forever, and I’m serious.’
He quickly decided to retaliate to Kubota’s vicious streak in secret behind him, but not caring if the feminine teen caught him doing so. The teen scribbled a quick note to both of the girls, wanting to spend lunch with them today and merely to talk more since they rarely got the chance because of the “bitch” sitting in front of him. Both the girls giggled and nodded to Saitoh, making him feel a slight more accomplished.

Moments ticked by at a crawl while the twins sat in the office, when they had been finally called into the principal’s office, Konzen and Kenren knew that fear and dread was running through both of their minds. All four of the adults had been put down as contacts for all the boys in the school, it was just a hope that their actual fathers weren’t going to be called. When they had been asked for their names, they both swallowed hard, Konzen going first.
“Sha Konzen.”
“Sha Kenren, but can I just add that it would make more sense to call either Cho Hakkai or Son Goku on our contact sheets? Our dads are real busy men and you wouldn’t want to insight their wrath by disturbing them with something as small as a little fight. Our uncles are much better options to call when it comes to telling them these things.”
’Only because if the old man found out, he’d skin us alive and then pass us off to dad for target practice. Kenren, I really don’t think pleading like that is going to get us out of this shit circus.’ Konzen could only think in such morose ideas since once their fathers heard about this, they were basically going to be murdered. Sanzo had demanded that they not get into trouble, but this was a new record for them, possible suspension on the first day.

The slightly older blonde growled, hating that Homura was to blame for this and they were getting in trouble. If Homura hadn’t made that stupid comment of them fucking each other being like masturbating in mirrors, then the whole fight wouldn’t have started. How would he even know that they actually did fuck each other? Anger flared in crimson eyes before Konzen had inched back a slight bit to roundhouse kick Homura square in the back. Even his own brother was in shock from the action, quickly grabbing Konzen before he made things even worse.

It was entirely possible that Tenpou was recalling the times that he and the older teen had fucked, however usually the green eyed boy’s thoughts were of his twin blonde lovers that had pretty much replaced the brunette. Of course there were always those rare and fleeting times that they would steal with each other. Gonou’s lips curled into a smile around his cigarette as he recalled the many times they had defiled Tenpou’s private office. He seemed to be the only one able to draw the nerd from the computer screens and hacking long enough to drive him wild with pleasure. The first time was rather enjoyable for both of them and an accomplishment for Gonou.

Golden eyes scanned over the various computer screens that all had loads of various information. He puffed on his cancer stick as he watched the redhead he called his older brother, rattle away at the keyboards. A roll of his eyes, wondering how anyone could distract the brainiac when he was in his office. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray that Tenpou had left in their for any of the smokers that dared enter his sanctuary of technology, also for those times when he himself smoked. One obviously couldn’t pussyfoot around Tenpou when he was in here, nothing seemed to distract him, but Gonou was horny at the current moment and he wasn’t about to be turned away. Strong hands grabbed the slimmer shoulders of his brother, forcing the computer chair to spin and have the crimson haired teen face the brunette before Gonou brought them together in a crash of lips. His tongue forced its’ way into the other’s mouth, tasting every inch of his mouth. There was a hint of nicotine, translating into Tenpou recently having a smoke, but there was no cliché of strawberries or mint that went through Gonou’s mind. Tenpou’s mouth was warm and wet and perfect, nothing more than perfect in his mind.

One hand threaded through the thick shoulder length locks, forcing the teen’s head to remain where it was before the brunette broke the kiss for some needed oxygen. He still wouldn’t allow Tenpou to return to his work, instead letting his lips trail down to his brother’s throat, nipping and suckling at the soft caramel coloured flesh to eleicit moans from the redhead. Every moan or gasp from those sweet lips only shot pleasure straight down to his groin and spurred him onward in his conquest. Gonou pushed offending cloth away from the teen’s chest, allowing his lips to latch onto a pert nipple to cause more arousing moans from his brother, he licked and suckled at the tiny bit of flesh before making his way to abuse the other in similar fashion. Tenpou’s body was arching up against him, practically begging him with every keening whimper for morel; the easiest way to distract the nerd from his duties. The brunette slid a hand downwards, flicking the buttons of pants undone and drawing zippers down before cupping his brother’s erection whilst his own had been slightly freed of its’ prison. He grabbed the tube of lube from his back pocket, slamming it down on the desk while his mouth was preoccupied with exploring the tanned flesh of the other young man.

Golden eyes flashed with lust as they caught the heady gaze of emeralds looking down at him, Gonou wasted no time in drawing Tenpou to his feet and removing the jeans he happened to be wearing, underwear as well while the brunette’s pooled around his ankles, removing his underwear before even entering the sacred cave that teen called his office. He forcefully turned Tenpou, pushing him back onto the chair so that the red haired teen would have to lean over the back of the chair while on his knees, ass presented to him in such a loving manner. Tenpou’s cheeks were flushed as he continued gasping for breath and Gonou knew he wasn’t much better off. Gonou poured lube onto his fingers, purring in delight before he prodded his brother’s entrance and gingerly slid the first digit into the warm backside of the boy. His lips attacked the flesh of Tenpou’s hips and back, enjoying the mewling cries as he thrusted his finger in and out of his brother’s hole before adding a second finger and soon afterwards, a third. Every panting moan from Tenpou’s plush and kiss bruised lips only spurred him onwards to continue what he had started, almost as though the green eyed boy wanted this more than he did.

He wasted no time in slicking lube over his cock, hissing is pleasure from the cold gel across heated flesh. Gonou leaned in close to Tenpoyu, licking the shell of his brother’s ear as he spoke in a husky and lust- driven voice. “Ten-chan, I want to fuck you. I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure.”
All Tenpou could seem to do was nod as another needy whimper passed from pursed lips. The brunette thrusted hard into the awaiting and begging body that was presenting oh so well to him. Moans matched in a chorus together, entwining pleasure and eroticism as Gonou fully seated himself within the redhead. He stilled his body, aside from one hand that slithered down from Tenpou’s hip to curl around his penis. Fingers gingerly touched at the precum that dewed from the slit of his brother’s reddening cock. Gasps and moans from Tenpou’s wanton lips merely fuelled the fire, finally forcing Gonou to withdraw until only the head of his member remained seated within the scarlet haired teen, only to thrust back in so that he was buried to the root in his brother,. Lips and tongue lashed against beautiful caramel flesh as Tenpou began meeting with Gonou’s thrusts, precum dripping from the swollen and coloured head of the teen’s member and creating a damp spot upon the upholstered seat below.

“Ahh! Ahn! F-fuck! Gonou…I…I…”
Ore coloured eyes gleamed with pride; his intelligent brother was finally at a loss for words. He thrusted hard to draw his lips tantalizingly close to a tanned ear before nipping it.
“Come for me, Ten-chan…I want your tight ass tighter around my cock. I want you to fucking scream in pleasure as you remember that I’m the only one that can make you feel this fucking good.” The brunette emphasised his point as he drew back one final time before thrusting hard into the red head’s body, tightening his grip around the weeping erection that he had been stroking so lovingly to please the teen; he bit down hard into the supple flesh at the junction of Tenpou’s neck and shoulder. Ears picked up the lusty and orgasmic cry of “FUCK! GONOU!!!! HAHHHH!!!” coming from the crimson haired teen as semen spilled from his erection in ropey streams onto the chair beneath him. Inner muscles clenched and tightened around him at that same moment, pushing Gonou over the edge as he shot his own essence deep into his brother’s body. He only withdrew once his dick had softened, needing to hold onto the seemingly boneless body of his older brother. Gonou hoisted Tenpou into his arms, carrying him bridal style to his room depositing upon the bed. The brunette caught the redhead’s lips in a kiss once more, almost like that of a lover who couldn’t bear to be separated from the man he loved more than anything. Viridian pools met Saffron as Gonou pressed his forehead to Tenpou’s.

“Tenpou, I love you. Always remember the pleasure that I make you feel. Even if you’re alone and you moan my name, I’ll know…” Another kiss and the brunette headed for the door in order to go back to Tenpou’s office to retrieve his pants and lube.

He snapped out of his day dreaming reverie when the cancer stick he had been nursing was plucked from his lips. There was something arousing about watching Tenpou smoke, perhaps it was the fact that anyone who thought of the scarlet haired teen in that way knew how talented he was with his mouth. It was taking every fibre of his being to not jump over the desks and claim his brother right then and there, but Gonou was able to manage it. When his cigarette was returned with a words of thanks, he and placed it back between his lips, tongue toying with the filtered end in a hope to have the muscle memorize Tenpou’s mouth. “No prob, Tenpou, next time just ask for your own.”
Even with the teacher in the room, Gonou remained the same as ever since he never did much in class. The only reasons he had for remaining was for oggling his older brother and because Hakkai would kill him if the brunette ditched class and he found out.

Once the teacher was in the room and dictating the class, Shiyan had hidden away her book, fingers splayed across keyboard keys to record the class discussion. She still didn’t want to be in the same class as Gonou and Tenpou; Gonou was fine for the most part, but Tenpou was more aggravating, she constantly got second place in grade standings in the class because of Tenpou and it was rather infuriating since it had been happeneing ever since they were children. Just once she wanted to be the head of the class rather than seem the green eyed redhead slip right ahead of her.

((Muse wouldn't let me sleep last night until that sex scene was fully written out and I had to write it on paper in order to get that doen so I could finish the post today. Sorry for it being late, but I think Gonou's chunk of the post make up for that quite well.))

[Yaoi Queen]

Chuckling, Nakajyo ran a hand through his hair, absently adjusting his makeshift headband to sit more appropriately on his head, keeping his hair out of his eyes. “Well, you don’t have to join, To-chan, we won’t force you.” Nakajyo said with an easy smile, his red eyes agleam and showing clear reassurance. Sotsu nodded along with this.

“Yeah, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He reassured as well, eyes widening as Tokitoh brought up the archery club. “Oh! I might not even be able to join! I forgot all about archery club!” He exclaimed, amazed by his own forgetfulness. He couldn’t help bouncing slightly in his seat, his crimson eyes looking between Tokitoh and Nakajyo.

“Gonou’ll be there after school, right? I need to ask him about sign-up…” He trailed off, toying with a strand of his hair with clear nervousness before Tokitoh made him laugh about Kou, the sound sweet and soft as he smiled, Nakajyo watching the interaction between the pair silently, amazed by how close the two petite teens were; perhaps he should’ve felt jealous, but he didn’t, perhaps because he didn’t truly have a claim on Tokitoh’s heart.

“Maa, To-chan, it’s hard to believe Kou-chan and Kubo-chan are only half brothers.” He said with another little giggle of delight before his eyes snapped to the front of the class as the teacher called for order, Nakajyo not even making a motion to do any notes while Sotsu promptly started to scribbled things messily in his notebook.

”He offered, I accepted.” Kubota practically purred the words, adding unneeded innuendo to the phrase but unable to resist. His mean streak was showing clearly at the moment and he was more than happy to let it take over for the time being; after all, Saitoh seemed more than happy hanging out with those two floozies than with him. Of course Kubo was angry, he hated it when others tried to get between him and Saitoh and, normally, he would’ve told the two girls off, but being in the middle of class disallowed this course of action. Instead, he would plot, he would be angry, and he would take it out on his lover, apparently.

Despite his seemingly-promiscuous attitude, Saitoh was the only one that Kubota had ever taken to bed, was the only one he ever wanted to share his body with despite how much he would tend to flirt with the adults. Though that was somewhat of a lie; he had joined in on some bedroom games with Tenpou and the twins, but he had never stuck around until the end, always going to be with Saitoh, to reach his climax by the feminine redhead’s hand. His mind never seemed to kick out the idea of saying something as simple as “I love you” and he would surely be kicking himself for that at a later date and time, but right now it was his anger that he thrived on, not seeming to notice when Saitoh passed a note to the two girls and uncaring at the moment as he messily scribbled down his notes, doodling pictures and phrases in the margins.

You’re mine, Saitoh…I just wish all these idiots would realize it…

“Nii Homura.” Homura gave his name as he was asked to do so, but said nothing else; it wasn’t like he had much of a choice over who would be called for him. It was either his father or his step-dad, but either way, it probably wasn’t going to turn out well. Ever since his real dad had committed suicide a few years ago, he had hated living with his foster dad and so-called “mother”, but there was nowhere else for him to go and nowhere else that he really wanted to go. He just wished that his crazy old man hadn’t decided to off himself so carelessly.

The principal seemed to ignore what the twins mentioned, merely continuing to take down the last of the names before turning to his computer to pull up the files for the various kids. Homura stood quietly, one eye swollen shut and his lips still hurting like a bitch from the large cut it sported. The heavy silence of the office was broken as Konzen lashed out, sending Homura sprawling into the principal’s desk, sending papers flying and nearly turning to retaliate before his guys grabbed him by the arms, holding him back and trying to keep their problems from increasing.

Rage floating off the middle-aged man, the principal picked up his phone and promptly dialled the first number on Konzen and Kenren’s file, Sanzo’s number, but after five rings the voicemail picked up. Huffing, the man hung up the phone and tried the next number, Gojyo’s. At four rings, the line clicked and a voice was heard through the speakerphone, sounding gruff and clearly perturbed.

“Yeah?” The principal seemed to hesitate a moment before clearing his throat and carrying on with the phonecall.

“Mr. Sha?”

“Yeah, who are you and what d’ya want?” Murmurs could be heard through the line, Gojyo giving a small grunt and muttering something under his breath that sounded distinctly like ‘Fuck baby…your mouth is so hot…’ followed by a faint moan that was clearly distant from the phone. Apparently, the principal didn’t hear any of this and merely forged onward.

“Mr. Sha, I’m the principal of Gensomaden Private High School and-” He was cut off by a bit-out curse of ‘fuck!’ followed by an obvious growl. “And your sons-”

“Fuck sakes! Konzen and Kenren are in trouble, aren’t they?”

“Yes, and I suggest that you get down here as soon as possible so that the situation can be dealt with. They’re facing a possible suspension.” Another distinct growl and the sound of a murmured question.

“Look, we’ll be there right away. Just don’t let those fuckin’ shits out of your sight.” Gojyo snarled before hanging up the phone, looking down at the blonde head in his lap, arching into the hand that stroked his saliva-dampened penis, meeting violet eyes. “Aw fuck baby…” He leaned down and captured Sanzo’s lips in a long, wanting kiss, breaking away with great reluctance.

“We better go baby, we’ll finish this later.” He murmured against plush lips, missing their touch against his cock, but already the blood was leaving thanks to his anger and so he gently pushed away from the blonde, rising to his feet before reaching out to help the other up. Tucking himself back into his dress pants and doing them up, he ran an aggravated hand through his hair and lit up a smoke, hitting the button on his phone and telling his secretary to call for the car.

Glancing out the corner of his eye at his somewhat-younger sibling, green orbs starting to glitter with amusement as he noticed how the other teen seemed to have wandered off into a land of pleasant memories…very pleasant memories, judging by the sudden scent of arousal that he managed to catch. For a human, he had an amazingly good sense of smell, especially where sex-smells came in. There was no doubt in his mind what Gonou was remembering, and it both amused and discomfited him. Not in a bad way, you see, but there were times where he really felt bad for choosing the twins over Gonou.

Gonou had always been so good to him, so sweet despite how rough the sex could get, but Tenpou liked both edges of that sword; at first he had been surprised by how sweet and cuddly the other was after sex, but he had come to love the tender affection juxtaposed to the brutal and much-loved treatment during their sexual encounters.

At Gonou’s words, he smiled, amusement clear in his eyes. “I will, assuming that you are not so deep into some wonderful fantasy.” Tenpou teased, his gaze fluttering quickly to the bulge in Gonou’s uniform pants before turning back to his computer screen, managing to focus on his notes for the first little while but soon finding his own mind drifting, unable to get old images out of his mind.

A sigh passed Tenpou’s lips as he strolled down the otherwise deserted hallways of the school, unhappy about the fact that he had been held back from his last class simply because the teacher accused him of disrupting her class. Honestly, he was merely pointing out the fact that the woman was oh so very wrong in her teachings. It wasn’t like he could help the fact that his IQ was through the roof.

Sighing again, the teen kept walking, not noticing all the closed doors and lines of lockers. It wasn’t until he found himself suddenly grabbed and pulled from the hallway that he gave an exclamation of surprise, a hand promptly clamped over his mouth, as he was pushed up against a wall. Wide emerald eyes looked around as best as they could in the small, dark space until they finally adjusted and he realized where he was and who had brought him here.

Body relaxing, he could see the grin that played on the other’s lips and as the hand drew away from his mouth he reached out to clasp the familiar wrist in both hands, a small crooning sound forming in his throat as he ran his tongue along the length of Gonou’s middle finger before sliding his lips around it, all the way down to the final joint. The younger teen gave a distinctive moan, making Tenpou grin around the digit before he pulled back, his eyes turning heated.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” He murmured, reaching out to curl his fingers into the fabric of Gonou’s shirt, pulling the other against him as his back remained pressed against the wall. The question went unanswered as Tenpou leaned up slightly to claim Gonou’s lips, the kiss quickly escalating from a simple exploration of mouths to a hungry fight for dominance, one that Tenpou easily lost, his moans and whimpers swallowed by his boyfriend as they continued to kiss, the smaller male not seeming to notice as his blazer and shirt were undone by skilled fingers, only noticing as the cool air of the small storage room drifted across his chest, causing his nipples to tighten and his body to tense.

“Nn…” He moaned, his body arching needily and his hands curling into Gonou’s long, chestnut hair, gently forcing the other’s head lower; he wasn’t to be disappointed and lips soon closed around one of his nipples, teeth digging into flesh with more force than was necessary but it merely made Tenpou cry out all the louder. And then the mouth moved away, golden eyes looking at him. He blinked for a moment, clearing away some of the fog.

“G-Gonou…?”

“Hm.” The younger teen suddenly grinned and pulled Tenpou’s tie from around the teen’s neck, deftly balling it up and shoving it into the boy’s mouth, effectively silencing the moan that followed the motion. “It is unfortunate that I have to do that…” Gonou murmured before returning to the pert nubs on Tenpou’s chest, causing the older teen to whimper as his hands started to push away the blazer from Gonou’s shoulders to the floor, his hands running up the now bare arms, blunt nails scraping slightly against tanned skin. Tenpou wanted to tell the other to hurry but was incapable of little more than throaty noises of pleasure as first one nipple was tortured and then the other.

By now, his hips were thrusting forward, seeking friction against his encased hard-on, his head shaking harshly as he gave small sounds of pleasure and frustration. Sure, he could pull the gag from his mouth anytime he wanted, but he didn’t really WANT to. He knew that Gonou loved to hear him stifled just as much as hear his cries. Thankfully, Gonou seemed very capable of reading him and, judging by the small growls that the other emitted as he fumbled with the button and zip of Tenpou’s slacks in his haste, he was just as frustrated and soon managed to pull away pants and boxers, Tenpou kicking them aside and turning so he pressed against the wall, legs spread and his emerald eyes looking over his shoulder pleadingly, silk tie still firmly stuffed into his mouth.

After removing his own pants and underwear, Gonou pulled his tube of lube from amongst the folds of fabric on the floor, Tenpou watching as he slicked two fingers, using his free hand to further spread Tenpou’s cheeks before his lubed fingers pressed against that tight entrance; it seemed that, no matter how much they fucked, the eldest Sha never seemed to stay loose, but Gonou didn’t mind.

As both fingers entered him, Tenpou threw his head back, a throaty groan muffled by the wad of silk in his mouth, his back arching as his hips thrust back onto the intrusion; he needed this, now. It was amazing how quickly he could be gotten into the mood, but Gonou was flawless at doing it every single time. In fact, it was Gonou that had been his first, much to his own amazement. Perhaps that was why he loved the other so much?

A third finger soon joined the first two, Tenpou making a sound of loss as the first two withdrew in order to lube the third. And once Gonou deemed him stretched enough, the younger teen slicked his cock, Tenpou hearing a hiss of pleasure as he did so, before he reached out and pulled the fabric from Tenpou’s mouth.

“I want to hear every sound, Ten-chan.” Gonou husked next to his ear before he bit down on the curve of the cartilage, his hips thrusting forward to seat himself fully within the smaller male in one motion, causing them both to cry out with pleasure at the sensation that came with the motion; Tenpou bowed his head, panting slightly as he adjusted to the sudden full feeling, spreading his legs wider to allow for better penetration and his palms pressed against the wall to help steady himself. He could smell the iron and feel the warm flow of blood down his ear from the bite that Gonou had left, tilting his head slightly as though to show off the injury.

The motion got the wanted response. Gonou licked up the blood with a broad stroke of his tongue, continuing to run the tip of his tongue along the whorl of Tenpou’s ear, ensuring the wound was clean and drawing small panting sounds past luscious lips. Shifting slightly, Tenpou reached around to thread his hand into the chestnut hair at the back of Gonou’s head, drawing the other forward as his head cranked around to an awkward angle, allowing their lips to meet in a hungry kiss; Tenpou could taste his own blood on the other’s mouth, along with the sting of nicotine and a sharp, almost-feral taste that was Gonou’s own.

Still holding the kiss, loving the way that Gonou’s mouth dominated his, loving the way that the other male’s tongue thrust in and out of his mouth just as his cock would soon be doing to his ass. With a mental grin, Tenpou started to suck at the moist appendage even as his hips pulled forward, drawing him all the way off of Gonou’s penis, before his free hand reached back, ensuring that he was properly aligned, allowing him to impale himself once more, breaking the kiss to cry out. “G-Gonou!” Growling, Gonou waited no longer; hands on slender hips, he started a rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, Tenpou meeting him each time and calling his name with increasing urgency, always demanding more, harder.

It wasn’t the first time that they had done this at the school, but Gonou always did love to look at Tenpou’s back, half-covered by the uniform jacket and shirt, the articles of clothing have slid up his back as he bent his body lower and lower, allowing the other to take him with as much force as necessary. Tenpou was already stroking himself in time with their thrusting bodies, his breath coming in short gasps and his eyes closed with pleasure as sweet dripped down his forehead and clung to his long lashes. If he didn’t know that Tenpou liked it rough, Gonou never would’ve attempted his next move, a hand sliding from that perfect hip to sink into thick, crimson locks, jerking the other’s head backwards and forcing his body to arc downwards, forcing his hips higher and exposing a flawless expanse of neck and a flash of the bared shoulder.

Growling, Gonou couldn’t resist and clamped his teeth onto the side of that beautiful neck, unthinking of their location and the fact that they both had to go back to class after this was over. Skin broke, blood swam over his tongue, and Tenpou gave his loudest cry yet.

“G-GONOU!” And his body tensed and quivered as semen shot out across the floor, some of it splattering their scattered clothes, a ribbon managed to cling to his sweaty chest and stomach, the rest clinging to his hand which continued to stroke, milking himself of every last drop, a final spurt seeming to release itself as he felt Gonou thrust in one last time and fill him with hot cum, some of it already managing to dribble out and down his thighs. They slowly collapsed to the floor, Tenpou panting and uncaring about the sticky mess that he had become, moaning as Gonou’s limp cock withdrew, allowing a fresh flow of semen from within.

“Nn…” Was all Tenpou could manage, feeling Gonou pulling him close to languidly kiss him, the motion simple and tender, belying their previous activities. As they parted, Tenpou gave a little sigh of contentment, nuzzling at Gonou’s neck.

“Maa…we should really start using condoms…” Tenpou murmured, lifting his cum-covered hand, the cooling semen shining softly despite the lack of light in the tiny room. Chuckling, Gonou flicked his tongue over the bite mark he had left.

“Let’s skip the rest of the day. I’m sure the old man would understand.” Laughing delightedly, Tenpou nodded and drew Gonou back in for another kiss.

“Tenpou. Tenpou. Mr. Sha!” The voice snapped him out of his own reverie, green eyes wide as they turned to the teacher, who was currently saying something. Blinking, he cleared his throat, momentarily ignoring his own hard-on as he cocked his head, appearing thoughtful but not clueless.

“I believe the answer that you’re looking for is pi-R-squared.” Tenpou said with his normal cheer, mentally hating the fact that he wasn’t in advanced classes but knowing that he’d hate leaving Gonou behind. This answer seemed to appease the teacher though, allowing Tenpou to turn his gaze to Gonou, the heat he had been hiding in their depths showing clearly as he leaned across the distance between them, his lips right next to his brother’s ear.

“…I seem to have a need for the bathroom…” He murmured, innuendo clear in his voice and his boner even more obvious in his pants.

[ToonMissy]

It was odd to see someone missing from the first day of school, but it was not uncommon for Sha Minoru to be missing. Koumyou sighed, knowing that Minoru couldn’t miss a large amount of school anymore and he hope the other would be in class soon enough. His cousin was a year older than him, yet had been held back a year in school when he was younger because of his being sickly and hospitalized often. He raised his hand before speaking to the teacher. “Since Minoru isn’t in school today, I’ll be happy to collect his homework until he’s back, my brothers know some of his own siblings.”

The rest of the classes were dwelt in boredom for the trio, waiting until either lunch or the end of the school day. Tokitoh kept fidgeting, wanting to actually skateboard with his brothers and friends rather than being stuck in class. He sighed, glancing out the window, just wanting to run around and be free. Crimson eyes kept raking between his two friends, Nakajyo and Sotsu. They were both the two that they were closest to him, the two he always wanted to spend time with. Every time he was with the other two redheads, his heart would swell and Tokitoh didn’t want to be apart from them.

By the time the lunch bell had rung, Saitoh had left the classroom with his female companions, the three of them gossiping over everything under the sun. The redhead was popular, that was obvious to everyone, Saitoh was the king of the school for good reason, his looks, brains, talents, and the fact that he was willing to dress in drag gave him his reign in the school. Kubota was his queen though, yet it seemed that the royalty was having problems with their relationship. Yumiko had waved once they got into the cafeteria, willing to pick up their lunches while Kana and Saitoh found a spot to sit.
“Ne…Saitoh-kun?”
“Eh? What is it Kana?”
The brunette girl seemed nervous as a faint blush spread over her cheeks, as though she didn’t quite know what to say at that exact moment. She was wrenching her hands before Saitoh had placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder and smiled. “It’s okay, just say whatever’s on your mind.”
A sigh passed from her plush lips before she returned his smile to him. “Well…I’ve had a crush on you since last year, Saitoh. I was just always scared to say anything because you always hung around such extravagant people and I just felt as though I was someone you wouldn’t give a second glance to.”
“Well all of those people are my brothers that I hang out with, they’re not really gunning for any actual part of my romance life.”
“What about Kubota-chan?”
That questioned stopped him, what was he to Kubota? All they really ever did was shop and have sex, yet Saitoh knew that he wanted more. The taboo’s feelings were hidden away, but if the other queen did hold any feelings for him, then wouldn’t he have mentioned something by now?

Saitoh threw his head back in order to et his hair away from his sweat slicked face, garnet eyes watching the writhing body beneath him. There was something about Kubota when he was lost in the throes of passion that the redhead couldn’t help but love. He dipped his head low, tongue flicking out to taste heated flesh before he bit hard into the supple and pale skin to elicit a cry from the sanguine manned queen.
“Nnnh!!! Sai-Saitoh!!!” Kubo had gasped out as he clung tightly to the other teen, whimpering in pain and pleasure from the bite.
Once more he was kissing and licking the bruised flesh that was at the junction between bared throat and shoulder; there would be no wearing sleeveless tops and dresses for a while, but that was certainly never a problem since they both could somehow make anything look sexy when they wore it. Saitoh thrusted hard into Kubota’s lithe body, his teeth grazing over the cartilage as he spoke in a hushed and lust driven whisper. “Kubo-chan…are you going cum soon? You sound so sexy when you cum and I want to hear you moan…”

“S-SAITOH!!!” Kubota’s cry was loud and was filled with the sound of need and seduction, just that one word escaping from the redhead was enough to cause Saitoh’s cock to harden even more inside the other teen’s body. Semen sprayed over the queen’s stomach, the remnants dribbling down the taboo’s hand. Saitoh had given a few more thrusts until he gave his own keening cry and released deep into his lover’s body. Once they had enough strength to disentangle themselves from each other, Saitoh had only gazed lovingly upon the young man with whom he had just coupled. He Kubota was still awake and merely kissed the other’s throat before whispering, “I love you Kubota…” there was no response from the queen, a pain striking within the redhead’s heart. There had been other times he had said it, but never an answer from Kubota.

“Kubota is nothing more than a friend, Kana. We go shopping together all the time, but there’s nothing like a romantic relationship going on between us.” The crimson haired teen smiled once more, he had let the smile fade when he began to speak more seriously. “No one’s ever approached me about dating before, apparently they all seemed to be spoken to by Kubota all the time and then they don’t even bother with me.”
He sighed, but Kana merely pressed her lips against his cheek and smiled. “Would it be wrong if we dated then? I really do like you, Saitoh, I don’t want to see you sad or anything like that; can I at least try my best to make you happy?”
The cross dresser smiled, returning the cheek kiss with his own and nodding. “Dating would be perfectly fine with me, Kana.” Vermillion eyes caught sight of Yumiko trying to balance three bento boxes and trying her best to dodge other students. “I’ll go help Yumi-chan with our lunches before they end up on the floor.”

As soon as the principal had begun dialling the first number upon the list of their contact numbers, the twins knew that they were royally fucked. Of course they thought they had dodge the bullet when Sanzo’s voicemail pick up rather than their blonde father; however they didn’t have the same luck on the second try when Gojyo answered his phone and already seeming a bit annoyed at being disturbed. Things only got worse when they clearly heard their father say ‘Fuck baby…your mouth is so hot…’ followed by a moan, they knew exactly why Sanzo had never answered his phone; Sanzo wasn’t at his office, he was at Gojyo’s and they knew what was going on for the most part. When the phone call ended, Konzen and Kenren were marched out to the main area of the office and commanded to wait there until their parents had arrived.
“Konzen?”
“Yeah, bro?”
“We’re fucked, aren’t we?”
“Well if the old man was talking about dad while he was on speakerphone, then we’re fucked sideways without any lube.”
“…Fuck…”

If there had to be one thing that Sanzo hated during sex, it was being disturbed by people or phone calls; the ringing phone made the blonde want to reach for his gun and put an end to said annoyance, but Gojyo had gotten to it before he could. At least the violet eyed man was more preoccupied by the blood engorged flesh within his mouth that was causing his husband much joy. They had both learned the hard way that when Sanzo was doing anything sexual to Gojyo, phone calls were best received on speakerphone lest another receiver was to break in the redhead’s hands due to pleasure; it was how they had to replace the seven previous phones in Gojyo’s office. Hearing Gojyo’s moans that were easily distracting him from the call only made Sanzo feel more proud of how talented he was at getting the taboo off; unfortunately, the mention from the phone that is was the school’s principal forced the blonde to stop, giving the redhead’s penis a sharp bite at the tip to snap him back into answering the call. His hand replaced his mouth’s previous workings, making up for the bite with a gentle kiss to the coloured head of his lover’s erection.

When the phone call had ended, the blonde pulled himself up from his knees, regretting that they had to leave since his cock was still straining for release within it’s clothed prison. He joined Gojyo in a smoke, following him out to the hummer with a hint of irritation in his voice. “I told those little shits not to get into trouble, and they are now possibly getting suspended, grounding them isn’t going to work anymore, we need some serious punishment for them.”
The drive was going to take a bit of time seeing as Gojyo’s office was so far from the high school, the twins had a small bit of time left before their parents murdered them. Of course Sanzo’s mind kept drifting back to their happenings in the office; his original plan was to eventually get the taboo to bend him over his desk and take him then and there, but the twins seemed to want to ruin that plan. His hand slid along Gojyo’s thigh, his own hard on still not quelled; his husband could still keep an eye on the road even if Sanzo continued what had begun in his office, they had done it plenty of times before. The blonde deftly undid the button and zipper had kept the redhead’s arousal hidden from him before Sanzo freed it and licked at the coloured head. Violet eyes gazed up at his lover, a rather mischievous smirk spread over his lips before Gojyo’s penis was engulfed in the wet heat of Sanzo’s mouth.

Kougaiji answered his phone after three rings, a little more than irritated, Doku was at home taking care of their ill son, Minoru, leaving the redhead to do all of the work. He didn’t have as many men at his beck and call like Dokugakuji’s brother, Gojyo had all three men he had kids with doing their own parts of the business that made everything work like a well oiled machine; sure he had Lirin and Yanoe, but not as often. This week the two had gone on vacation to top it off.
“What do you want? I’m a busy man.”
“This is the principal of Gensomaden Private High School and-”
“You’re calling to tell me that Homura’s in trouble.” Kou pulled the phone away so that he could mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath.
“Yes, he’s facing a possible suspension.”
“Then suspend him, I can only come and pick him up right now. Suspend him and I can get back to my work.”

When he hung up the phone, Kougaiji sighed while resting his head in his hands, Homura had become increasingly difficult since his father’s suicide and this fact was taking a toll on the tanned man. He had some feelings for Nii Jianyi, however those feelings were long since dead and Homura was supposed to live with Nii while Sotsu visited every couple of weeks. When the phone call came from the police station for Kougaiji to pick up his sons, he found out that Nii can committed suicide right in front of the boys. It was pretty disturbing to approach the man’s body in order to identify him, he had actually begun to cry and was thankful to have his husband there for him. Homura was the memory of when Nii had raped him, making the teen his least favourite child, but Minoru liked his half brother and there was no one else that could possibly take him in. Grabbing his keys, Kougaiji told his secretary he’d be gone for a bit, just needing to deal with some stuff at the high school.

Whimpers were coming from the body that was hidden under blankets, the petite body was trembling as a hand stroke gently at his erection. Minoru wasn’t actually sick, but with the start of the school year, the young teen feared that he would have to attempt to survive without his older half brother, Homura. For the past few years, the boy learned that he could only survive on the pain his brother would inflict upon his body. He was a masochist to the bone, and it seemed like his crimson haired sibling was the only one who could give him the pleasure filled pain that his body craved more than food, water, or even oxygen. Blood trickled down his thighs from the rough insertion of the rather large dildo he had used, tearing skin around his anus and causing the bleeding, he had to hope that the damage would remain at least until his brother could get home.

“Nnnhh…Onii-chan…please onii-chan…I need you now…” His voice came out in weak whimpering moans, still feeling the blood cooling along his flesh as he continued to stroke himself, picturing his brother’s hand rather than his own.

When he heard Tenpou mention the bathroom, golden eyes were guided downwards to stare at his brother’s obvious erection that was straining against the fabric of the simple uniform pants. A firm grin spread over his lips before the brunette motioned for Tenpou to follow him to the door. Of course they were stopped just before reaching the dear exit.
“Mr. Sha and Mr. Cho, is my class too boring for both of you or something?”
“Nah, it’s just that both my brother and I gotta take a wicked piss, so we’re heading to the bathroom unless you want me pissing on the desks or something.” They were given a wave to leave as a face of disgust covered the teacher’s face.

Once outside the room, Gonou pressed Tenpou against the wall, covering the older teen’s lips with his own; a hand snaked between them brushing against the confined member of the scarlet haired teen in order to gain a moan for his actions. “Obviously you can’t wait until we get home or something, your pets would probably be better suited to take care of you then, but I suppose I’ll just have to take over while they’re indisposed with their schoolwork.”
The brunette dragged his brother along, not wanting to waste too much time in ravishing the redhead since his memories certainly didn’t help all that much with his own predicament. Gonou scanned around before finally finding a door for the boys’ bathroom and shoving Tenpou inside first; thankfully no one was around and one stall’s door happen to be open and giving the teen a wicked idea. Capturing the elder teen’s lips in a bruising kiss before his hands set to untying the tie from Tenpou’s neck, grabbing slim wrists with one hand and binding them with the silken item. He had grabbed the tie he had stuffed into his pocket, removing his mouth from the brother’s and replacing the space with the silk. “I can’t have you making too much noise, Ten-cha, wouldn’t want people thinking that you don’t enjoy it if they walk in.”
Gonou turned his brother to face the door, hooking the tie onto the coat hook that just happened to be rather convenient in its’ place; his breath was hot against the tanned flesh of his brother, licking and biting at the small amount of exposed skin before he had undone the buttons of the shirt from his position behind the sanguine haired teen; the amount of times that they had sex in the school in the years that they had been students gave Gonou enough expertise in removing the uniform without having to see what his hands were doing. Blazer and shirt soon hit the floor to be forgotten until the two were finished, hands soon removing the pants and letting them pool around Tenpou’s ankles. The brunette bent down, tongue lashing along the exposed skin, nipping along his lover’s inner thigh before his hand parted the redhead’s crack, exposing Tenpou and allowing Gonou to delve his tongue into the teen’s body, wet muscle thrusting in and out. To most it would have seemed odd, but Gonou knew that his elder brother was kinky enough to enjoy something like this.

The muffled moans coming from the wriggling body were telling the brunette that he was on the right track. Finally withdrawing his tongue, Gonou had removed the tube of lube from his pocket and only took a short amount of time to slick two of his fingers with lube. He pressed one digit inside, nibbling at Tenpou’s ear as he heard the pining mewls that were muffled by fabric. Tenpou obviously needed this, and the brunette needed it just as much as his brother, pressing another finger inside the redhead’s body and scissoring them in order to prepare the other teen. “Mmm…you never seem to stay loose for me, Ten-chan, is it a talent of your or something?”” Gonou husked against Tenpou’s ear before nuzzling his throat. His lips quirked a grins before he bit down upon the flesh before him, breaking skin and letting blood flow in order to get a loud cry against cloth. Tongue lapped up the ferric liquid, the brunette enjoying the taste; when Tenpou had craned his head back to give his brother a pleading look of need, Gonou removed the tie only for the moment to crash their lips together and let his boyfriend taste his own blood and the nicotine and wild taste that only the brunette seemed to have. When they broke for the need of oxygen, Gonou removed his two fingers to lube the third and thrusting them into his lover.
“Hahhh! G-Gonou…” Tenpou was only able to moan out those few words before the wad of fabric was replaced.
“Maa maa, Ten-chan…you can certainly be rather demanding with few words. You’ll get what you want soon enough, you’re enjoying this just as much though.” He had moved his fingers just a slight bit, long digits dragging over the one spot within the vermillion haired teen’s body that would cause his to moan with unbelievable pleasure. When he heard that wailing moan, Gonou knew he had done what he had set out to do; his fingers were removed, the crimson haired teen missing the feeling of them, but he only knew what came after this point. Gonou had removed his pants in almost record time, picking up the once discarded lube and slicking it over his throbbing arousal, hissing in pleasure before dropping the lube once more and pressing his cock against his brother’s entrance. “Ten-chan, do you want this that badly? You’re going have to prove it to me…”
Tenpou’s response was a pressing of his ass against Gonou’s erection, earning the redhead another pleasurable hiss from his brother. Fingers threaded through thick shoulder length red hair as Gonou whispered seductively into Tenpou’s ear. “Mmm…you obviously want it then, good thing you’re gagged or else we might easily get in trouble…then you’d have to be punished for getting me into trouble along with you.”
With only a moment’s hesitation, the brunette thrusted hard and deep into his brother, Tenpou practically screaming in pleasure against the silk tie still wadded in his mouth. Gonou had remained still for only a few seconds before green eyes were turned to glare at him as a silent plea to get the brunette moving; his plea was granted when he felt Gonou’s penis nearly slid completely from his body, only to slam back into him with full force. The swollen head of the teen’s penis brushed against that bundle of sensitive nerves, forcing a muffled cry from the redhead as his body jerked with pleasure.

A hand slid around to grip Tenpou’s cock, giving it a squeeze near the base before stroking in time to the younger teen’s thrusts into the willing body. Both of them could feel the tightening coils of pleasure building heat within them, unsure of how much longer they could withstand it. Gonou’s lips and tongue traced over the bruising mark he had left upon his brother’s caramel flesh, he was enjoying this far too much, but that didn’t mean that his lover wasn’t. Lips and teeth once more attacked Tenpou’s previously abused ear, licking and biting hard at cartilage to gain more cries and moans that were muffled by saliva slicked silk. “Ten-chan, I want you to cum…so cum for me…” Once more that lust-laden voice husked against his ear, moving straight to the redhead’s groin. The hand at his penis tightened with another thrust into his body and that was all it took before Tenpou was finally gone. His orgasmic cry was muffled as semen was spilt onto the clothing at their feet. With muscles tightening around his dick, Gonou gave one final thrust before his jaws clamped down upon the other side of his lover’s throat, breaking skin and tasting blood against his tongue once more, he filled his brother, cum spilling out in slight dribbles before the brunette fully pulled out and more of the white liquid slid down Tenpou’s thighs.

Tenpou’s wrists were untied and both teens slid to the floor, the brunette offered a cigarette to his lover, lighting them both before he inhaled and let the smoke curl in his throat before expelling it into the air. “Tenpou…” Gonoue sighed, running a hand through his chocolate locks. “You know, I don’t mind being the release for your pent up sexual needs when the twins aren’t around. I kind of miss being the only one who did that for you, I’ll never really understand why you dumped me for them, but I can’t argue with you.” The brunette placed a rather gentle kiss to his brother’s lips before he had pulled pants on and headed for the door. “Lunch should be soon, I’m getting pretty hungry, I don’t know about you.”

[Yaoi Queen]

The day went by far too slowly for Nakajyo’s liking, the redhead lounging in class and eventually putting a pair of headphones on, cranking his music and falling into blissful ignorance of the things being taught. The only class he actually liked was their gym class, where he could spend the entire time showing off for Tokitoh and Sotsu, not to mention the rest of the class. His crimson eyes kept glancing towards the clock on the wall, feeling as though the seconds slid by at the pace of a lethargic snail. Puffing a heavy, and rather loud, sigh past his lips, he smiled warmly as he caught Tokitoh’s gaze, Sotsu focusing on his work though willing time to slow down further.

Sotsu wanted to go and hang out with his relatives just as much as Tokitoh did, but he dreaded having to make the trip home when the time came; he and Homura would walk home together, like normal siblings, usually with Shiyan tagging along and picking up Minoru along the way if the boy was, in fact, in school, but once they arrived home to an empty house, Homura would show the side of him that made Sotsu into the type of person he was. Beneath his happy façade the sanguine-haired boy was an emotional and mental wreck, even the mention of his brother in passing conversation was enough to make him tense and shudder with fear.

But at this moment, he was relatively relaxed, noticing how Tokitoh looked from him to Nakajyo and back again, the motion making him relax and smile happily. What would he do without Tokitoh? The boy was his closest friend, the one who seemed to understand Sotsu completely despite not knowing about his horrible home-life. Without Tokitoh and Nakajyo, he’d probably never get up the courage to come to school every day.

When the lunch bell finally rang, Sotsu wasn’t sure to be happy or not; typically he spent his lunch time doing Homura’s running around, getting lunches for him and his cronies and often being humiliated in was that just weren’t right. More than once Homura or one of his men had “spilled” their drink on the floor and forced poor Sotsu to lick it up. But today he would stick close to the others, so he smiled as he rose to his feet, sliding his books back into his bag deftly before turning to his friends.

“Come on; if we wait too long the cafeteria will be packed and we won’t be able to get seats.” He said delightedly, already turning towards the door. With a broad grin on his features that could’ve put his father to shame, Nakajyo stepped forward and slipped an arm around the waists of both of the smaller boys, drawing them into his sides.

“I’ll go ahead and secure seats. You two cuties take your time.” Nakajyo teased with a friendly smile on his features before releasing both of the boys, ruffling Tokitoh’s hair briefly before he hurried out of the room to get their bentos and secure them seats in the cafeteria. Sotsu couldn’t help but laugh softly, having been momentarily tense in the larger male’s arms but thankfully he had been able to hide it well, showing nothing but amusement on his features.

“Whatever would we do without him, hm?” He commented with a little chuckle, shouldering his rather large teddy-bear backpack and brushing his crimson fringe out of his eyes momentarily. Turning back towards the door once more, he cocked his head at Tokitoh. “Shall we go?”

The rest of the morning went by at a pace too slow for Kubota’s liking; not like it mattered, he was still rather angry with Saitoh and the imposing females, but hopefully at lunch things would be better. The King and Queen of the school had to show a good face to the student population, after all, so they really couldn’t stay like this. If the King and Queen were in bad sorts, there was a good chance that anarchy would ensue. They were both beautiful and intelligent; they practically ran the school, despite not being members of the student council or anything of the sort. Everybody looked to them; whatever they did, everybody else wanted to do. Not to say that there were dozens of cross-dressing men around the school, but the duo certainly helped to advertise for various clubs.

So as the lunch bell rang at long last, the drag queen turned in his seat, uncaring of the way his skirt rose up scandalously as he did so, mouth opening to say something to Saitoh…only for the words to die on his lips when he saw the fellow redhead walking out of the room with Yumiko and Kana. Mismatched eyes widened and some part of him told him to run after his lover, but his stubborn streak made him growl and rise from his seat, his anger growing tangible once more. With his bag slung over his shoulder, the slender teen worked his way through the halls, ignoring the murmurs that were starting already about he and Saitoh, as well as the offers for lunch company.

He made his way to the cafeteria, easily spotting Saitoh and Kana, feeling a sudden twinge in his chest as he saw the redhead press his familiar lips to the girl’s cheek; suddenly unsure as to whether he should feel angry or hurt, the queen cast his gaze around and soon spotted a familiar head of crimson hair, making his way across the cafeteria before coming to slide gracelessly into the seat next to Nakajyo, startling the younger teen.

Nakajyo blinked, looking at his cross-dressing brother with obvious confusion. “Kubo-chan?” He cocked his head. “Where’s Saitoh?” The King and Queen of the school would always join their family for lunch, assuming they weren’t being mobbed by other students, so it was strange for Kubota to appear on his own, giving off rather abnormal vibes for his normal happy and flirtatious attitude. The Queen gave a huff, pulling out his pencil case and a sketchbook from his bag. He said nothing, merely flipping to an empty page and starting to draw.

Confused, Nakajyo looked around the cafeteria, soon spotting Saitoh with two females who were most likely from his year. And he seemed to be quite friendly with them. “Maa, Kubo-chan, you may be Saitoh’s queen, but it’s not like you two are actually dating so-” Another else the younger male was going to say was cut off by a heavy blow dealt with Kubota’s purse, nearly sending Nakajyo tumbling from his seat. Wincing and holding his tenderized cheek, Nakajyo decided not to press things and, spotting Tokitoh and Sotsu, motioned that he was going to go fetch lunches and that the two smaller males should join Kubo.

Grunting, Gojyo nodded his head, a growl audible from around his cigarette; he couldn’t help but agree wholeheartedly with Sanzo’s words, there just didn’t seem to be anything that they could do to make those damn twins actually listen to anything that they said. “I’m thinkin’ of lockdown for the week, what d’you think?” He muttered even as he stepped up to the waiting Hummer, taking the keys from the hired valet and climbing in, starting the beast with a low roar. Much like Sanzo, he was royally pissed that their foreplay was interrupted, especially for something as stupid as this. Something that they had told those boys not to let happen.

Crimson eyes focusing on the road ahead and only one hand gripping the steering wheel with deft ease while his other one handled his cigarette, flicking the ashes out of the partially-opened window. The ride was quiet, though it was certainly not a calm silence; the sexual tension between the two men was palpable. Both of them still sported their dissatisfied erections. Though it would appear that Gojyo wouldn’t have to suffer with his for much longer.

His gaze flickered downward to the slim hand that slid up his thigh, eyebrow quirking and a grin touching at his lips as he shook his head. “You’re fuckin’ insatiable…” he muttered, though didn’t sound even the least bit disapproving as he turned his gaze back to the road, allowing the blonde to undo his dress pants and free his straining erection, the redhead pressing a hiss past clenched teeth as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh; thankfully, Sanzo soon dealt with that little problem. Flicking his cigarette out the window right before Sanzo’s tongue ran across the head of his dick, Gojyo swerved before getting both hands back on the wheel, knuckles almost white.

“Fuck Sanzo…” He murmured, watching the road through slitted eyes as he continued onwards, his hips arching up into Sanzo’s mouth, making the yakuza boss thankful for cruise control at this point, the man easily avoiding red lights, or simply running them, he really didn’t give a shit at this point; Sanzo was giving him head, nothing else in the world fucking mattered at this point. Okay, so he had interrupted it earlier due to a phone call, but in their business a phone call could mean anything, really. One never ignored the incessant ring of those damn hunks of plastic around his offices.

They were still a good fifteen minutes from the school, not due to distance but more due to the lunch-hour traffic, and Gojyo knew that that was more than enough time for Sanzo to get him off; it wasn’t that the redhead didn’t have any control, it was that he had been waiting way too fucking long and Sanzo was that good with that gorgeous fucking mouth.

Hips arched up into that talented mouth, Sanzo easily managing to take every inch, the tip hitting the back of his throat as his nose nestled into the dense crimson curls that adorned the skin around the base, the heady masculine musk driving his senses higher and making his own erection pulse in his fitted pants. Perhaps it hadn’t been such a good idea for him to suck Gojyo off in the car, but he wasn’t about to stop now, not when his younger lover was lifting his hips and giving small grunts that were easily translated as almost-silent demands for ‘more’.

A smile formed upon sakura-petal lips around the morsel that they currently sucked upon, the blonde dragging his tongue along the pulsing vein as he drew back, stopping with only the head in his mouth to properly lavish it with whipping strokes of his talented tongue, the moist muscle pressing into the weeping slit to sample whatever it had to offer in the form of pearly droplets. The familiar taste of Gojyo’s pre on his tongue made Sanzo shiver while his husband shook faintly, red eyes still focused on the road ahead and his white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel managing to turn them around corners and through traffic.

It was honestly somewhat of a miracle they were still on the road.

Gojyo had already been edging towards his orgasm back at the office before the phonecall had come through, but the nip to his dick and the fact that his kids were being idiots was enough to stave it off for the time being. However, it was creeping up on him again, the yakuza already feeling his muscles tensing and his balls tightening where they still hid in the fabric of his pants. He had to bite back a cry as his lover’s teeth grazed down the entirety of his length, lips soon firmly closing around the base as the blonde swallowed, his throat working the sensitive tip and drawing a proper cry from stubborn lips.

Grinning around his mouthful once more, Sanzo closed his eyes and gave a little moan, the vibrations making the larger male practically quake even as they pulled abruptly into the school courtyard, the car jerking to a speedy halt just before Sanzo sucked at the head of his cock while a slender hand stroked it firmly, the blonde giving a slight twist with each descent of his hand. Large hands threaded through golden locks as the boss pressed himself into that perfect mouth, throaty groans falling past his lips.

“Finish me baby…” He managed to husk; Sanzo did as he was told. A slim hand managed to slide into tight black pants while his head sunk all the way down once more, throat swallowing furiously as he scraped blunt nails across Gojyo’s tight sacks. With a muffled cry of his benefactor’s name, Gojyo came, semen shooting down Sanzo’s throat; were he not used to it, he would’ve choked, but instead he swallowed every last drop, sucking softly to ensure that he could savour every last little drop. Once he was satisfied that Gojyo was done, he drew away with a faint pop, giving the softening member one last lick before leaning up for the expected kiss, their tongues playing against each other lazily, the redhead loving the mingled taste of his own seed amongst Sanzo’s sharp and sweet flavour, the taste of nicotine one that didn’t stand out for those two.

Pulling away, Gojyo cupped a calloused hand over a marble cheek, thumb stroking along the apple as he met heated and amused violet eyes. “Aw shit…” He murmured, leaning in for another lengthy kiss, his hand slipping downwards to brush a feather-light touch across Sanzo’s throbbing clothed erection, causing his blonde husband to break away with a harsh gasp and corresponding moan. Wearing a faint grin, Gojyo’s eyes flashed.

“If you can hold on ‘til we get home, I’ll make it worth your while.” He husked, leaning down to press his lips at the crook of his lover’s jaw tenderly, yet teasingly. Sanzo growled but decided that it would probably best that he wait; as much as he hated the idea of walking into a high school with an obvious hard-on, he was more keen and beating the shit of those stupid children of his. Honestly, it was hard to believe they were even mildly related to little Kou with they way they always acted up. Were it not for the blonde hair that the twins sported, Sanzo would’ve sworn that they were simply clones of their red-haired sire.

Turning off the Hummer, Gojyo easily stepped out, pressing the button to lock the vehicle behind them as they made their way into the vast hallways of the massive private academy, walking shoulder-to-shoulder in sharp, expensive suits that were amazingly pristine despite their previous games. Sanzo sported a white one, a black shirt beneath and a deep purple tie sharp against the dark fabric. His unbuttoned blazer did little to hide the shoulder holster he wore, a gun against each side of his ribs. Gojyo wore a black suit, tie nonexistent, the top few buttons of his deep purple dress-shirt open to reveal a slash of tan flesh stretched over obvious muscle, sunglasses perched atop his head and his hands tucked into his pockets, causing his blazer to be pushed aside and reveal the gun that he wore at his hip. After all, they couldn’t go anywhere without some form for defence mechanism, despite the fact that their bodies themselves were considered to be deadly weapons.

The students that lingered about the halls stood and stared as they walked by, ‘fuck off’ vibes clearly coming off of both of them in waves, though Sanzo’s were far stronger, his erection only getting further irritated as he walked, the zipper of his slacks rubbing almost painfully against the hard flesh. He couldn’t wait…there was no way he’d last until their return home, or to the office…his sharp violet eyes caught sight of a washroom and, with nobody in the halls around them at the moment, he grabbed Gojyo and shoved the man inside, following without a second’s hesitation.

“Sanzo-!” Gojyo could say no more before he had a ravenous yakuza attached to his mouth, the blonde pressing insistently against him as their mouths warred, tongues sparring violently and teeth nipping hungrily. Snarling, Gojyo easily turned them, pressing his smaller lover against the wall as he continued to devour that delicious mouth, grinding their hips together in the process. Sanzo pulled his mouth away with a throaty groan, his head thrown back, allowing the red-haired boss to dive in and gnaw on that beautiful expanse of alabaster skin.

“Gojyo…fuck Gojyo…fuck me already!” Sanzo growled even as his hips thrust against those of the larger male, loving the friction but wanting his release so badly. Growling, Gojyo made quick work of the button and zipper of Sanzo’s pants, as well as the belt, before shoving the fabric away, underwear going with it, soon baring a the other to his hungry gaze, Sanzo merely stepping out of the fabric that pooled at his feet, his arms winding up and around the younger man’s neck, loving the feel of large hands gripping his thighs and strong arms soon lifting him off the ground, his slender legs immediately wrapping around that trim waist, the wall steadying them as Gojyo managed to dig the small tube of lube from the inside pocket of his blazer; somewhere in there, the redhead had freed his own erection, which was back with a vengeance despite having just cum a few minutes before.

Sanzo had to hand it to his husband; his stamina and recovery ability was amazing. And he was really thankful for it at this moment, unable to silence his voice as Gojyo started to stretch him, clearly in a hurry as he started with two fingers, the position somewhat awkward but they both managed, Sanzo whimpering and moaning in need, his entire body shaking violently as his lover brushed against his sweet spot, talented lips still busily torturing that flawless neck, soon adding a third finger, murmuring an apology for the lack of lube as he felt Sanzo shudder and whimper in vague pain.

“Easy baby, it’ll feel good real soon…” Gojyo husked, gently nibbling at Sanzo’s ear as he brushed his fingers against the blonde’s prostate, drawing a throaty moan. Sanzo clung to him, legs tightening around his lover’s waist.

“Fuck me Gojyo…hurry…” Sanzo whispered needily, Gojyo groaning and withdrawing his fingers, shifting his hands to grip the blonde’s firm ass, parting his cheeks as allowing some of the weight to be supported on his arms, lifting his lover slightly to properly align him before lowering him onto his cock, making them both groan loudly, uncaring of the fact that they were currently pressed against the wall of a high school bathroom, soon to start fucking like rabbits. And once he was fully seated within his lover’s tight passage, Gojyo paused, panting lowly, waiting as he felt Sanzo panting against his neck where the blonde pressed his face.

“G-Gojyo…Gojyo…move…” Sanzo moaned, Gojyo giving a little grunt before shifting to capture those sweet lips in a deep kiss, their tongues playing against one another even as Gojyo started to thrust, the motions small and shallow thanks to their position, his dick barely able to leave that wonderful tightness as he pressed Sanzo harder against the wall, his motions not stopping as their kiss continued, the redhead swallowing his lover’s moans like the sweetest of nectars, the smaller male’s erection trapped between their stomachs, both of them stimulated beyond all belief.

Though their normal love-making sessions could last hours if they really wanted it to, both of them were so close after only a short while, Sanzo crying out, wanting nothing more than his release. The blonde released one hand from its grip in Gojyo’s long red hair to start stroking himself in time with those perfect thrusts that brushed against his prostate each time. It wasn’t long before both men threw back their heads and cried out as they came together, Sanzo spraying his cum against their stomachs and chest, though most of it splattered against Gojyo’s once flawless purple shirt, Gojyo’s own filling Sanzo’s insides thoroughly, coating them.

“What debauchery is this?!” The screeching voice made both men look, violet eyes widening as the blonde blushed, Gojyo biting out a curse as they saw the elderly woman standing in the doorway; only then did they notice the lack of urinals…they had used the girls’ washroom! The two men parted, Sanzo seemingly uncaring of the cum that leaked past his anus before he clenched, stopping the flow as he pulled his underwear and pants back on, Gojyo doing his own back up before doing up his blazer to hide the cum spots on his shirt, Sanzo doing the same. Behind them, the woman continued to screech about their indiscretion; the pair of yakuza men were prepared to simply sweep past the woman and leave, Sanzo still blushing, before the woman marched forward and grabbed them both by the ear, twisting harshly and bending both men double in the process, both of them having to bend to her petite level of almost five-feet even.

“Let’s see what Principal Kajima has to say about this.” She quipped before leading Sanzo and Gojyo from the bathroom, both men stumbling to keep up with her in their current position, Gojyo cursing rapidly under his breath, which only caused him more pain as the woman twisted his ear harder.

“Ow, sonuva, do you know who we fucking are woman?! This school’ll rain blood if you keep this up! Let us go!”

“Oh shut it Gojyo!” Sanzo snapped.

“Oi, this was your idea, sweetheart. You got us into this!” At this, Sanzo shut up, fully aware of the fact that it was, indeed, his fault, and it wasn’t long before they were dragged before the Principal, passing the waiting Konzen and Kenren along the way.

“Mr. Kajima, I found these two gentlemen defiling the girls’ bathroom in the north-west corridor.”

“Mrs. Oota. These men are one of the biggest contributors to the school, I suggest you release them and let me speak with them; they’re here to pick up their sons.” The Principal explained, the elderly woman seeming to realize exactly who it was she had just dragged by the ear down the hallway, dipping a low bow.

“My apologies! I’ll leave you to your business.” Mrs. Oota scurried from the room, Sanzo and Gojyo taking a moment to rub their ears before Sanzo marched towards their wide-eyed sons, promptly waking them both over the heads with the harisen he always carried, snarling viciously.

“What the hell did you two fuck-tards do this time?!” Sanzo exclaimed, Gojyo gifting his boys with a glare as well before turning to the Principal.

“So, what’s the story?” He asked as he sat down; an hour later, it was declared that the twins were suspended for the week, Sanzo and Gojyo driving them home in bitter silence, Sanzo more than happy to go along with Gojyo’s idea of a lockdown.

Homura sat quietly in the office, watching as Gojyo and Sanzo were dragged in and promptly berated their children once the old teacher left, the teen giving a small snarl of annoyance. And after the blonde twins left, his friends were soon also taken home by parents, leaving Homura sitting alone in the stupid waiting room, his eyes closed and his thoughts drifting to his anger. Oh, how he hoped Minoru was home upon his arrival. His little brother would be the perfect one to unleash his anger upon, though in some ways he would much prefer that Sotsu be the one on the receiving end but alas, the boy was dutifully going to his classes. It pleased Homura to think that Minoru might have stayed home, may well have been curled up at that moment, moaning and whimpering in need.

A shudder ran down his body.

Minoru was perfect in every way, his young, nubile body ready and willing to be broken and beaten; no matter what sort of tortures Homura resorted to, his young half-brother merely moaned and asked for more as he called out ‘Onii-chan!’ in such a sickeningly sweet voice. Already he anticipated his return home, uncaring of how angry his so-called fathers were; he missed Nii, the man who had raised him, taught him. Nii was the reason he was so cold and unfeeling, the reason that he could mercilessly try to tame and claim his younger brothers, keeping them under his thumb and in his control. Sotsu was difficult; the boy was scared, but their relatives seemed more than willing to defend him. Minoru was easy, had always been, the boy having been sick of body as a child…and now he was simply sick in the head much like our dear Homura.

So as Kougaiji entered the office at last, Homura merely rose to his feet, brushing past the man, stopping any sort of lecture that may have been said with a growl and glare, one that seemed to perfectly mimic that of his dead father, bringing silence to his so-called mother’s features.

“Just take me home.” He snarled, Kougaiji growling as well, but unable to fight against the teen; more than once he had been faced with the boy’s wrath and it was not something that he wanted to have happening in the Principal’s office. So nodding as the Principal said that Homura was sentenced to a week’s worth of suspension, he followed Homura out of the office, out of the school, and into the car. There was a tense silence between them the whole way home.

Why did Homura have to be so much like Nii?

Arriving home, Homura leapt from the vehicle, watching his step-dad leave the house and take his seat in the car, the larger male telling him to take care of Minoru before they drove away. Neither of them saw the malicious grin that played across his lips or the glint of dark lust that sparked through his eyes at the thought before he let himself into the vast mansion of a house, not bothering to take off his boots before he made his way up the stairs and down the hall, stopping outside the door to Minoru’s bedroom.

He opened the door and stepped inside, listening as his younger brother called out to him, whimpering and moaning, Homura already picking up the familiar metallic scent of blood on the air. Oh, Minoru really wanted it, didn’t he?

“Just couldn’t wait, could you.” Homura purred dangerously as he stalked towards the bed, his boots making an ominous thud on carpeted floors as he moved, crimson eyes affixed upon the boy that writhed upon the bed, the teen soon stepping forward and tearing away the blankets under which Minoru hid. His eyes drank in the sight, the sharp scent of blood and arousal driving his own need to the forefront of his mind, his anger mingling with it to create a deadly combination. A low snarl passed his lips, his eyes fixating on the large dildo that filled his so-called lover, the crimson orbs narrowing as he saw that it was nowhere near being all the way in.

A twisted grin played across his lips he easily slid onto the bed, preventing the other boy from turning towards him as his fingers curled around the end of the dildo, leaning in so his lips brushed ghostlike against the shell of a delicate little ear. “Can’t even use a dildo right…how pathetic.” He hissed even as he withdrew the item slightly before thrusting it back in as far as it would go, twisting it, grinding the tip against whatever flesh it had hit. His teeth bit into the delicate whorl of an ear, tasting the blood and cartilage on his tongue, his tongue lapping up the flavour before gazing at the wound almost lovingly.

“How much do you want it, Mi-no-ru?” He enunciated slowly, teeth tracing over and old scar he had left on the other’s shoulder long before, loving the taste of salty skin and the privacy of the large home all to themselves. Hm…perhaps he’d fuck Minoru elsewhere today…he’d have to think further on it, but for now he would play with the boy right here, one hand swatting away the boy’s stroking hand while the other pulled the uniform tie that Minoru usually wore off of the nightstand, deftly taking the tied piece of silk and tightening the loop around the other’s erection.

“You’ll have to do a lot more than simply beg today, Minoru…” He warned, before biting into a delicate shoulder, covering an old scar with a new wound; perhaps he was being gentle at the moment, but things had only just begun, one hand sliding down to start thrusting the dildo in and out of that tight and wounded passage.

It was just as he remembered it; there was no real gentleness in the act itself, the only care taken being that he was stretched appropriately and lube was used. But other than that, it was rough and primal, Gonou dominating him flawlessly in every way that Tenpou needed it. His neck throbbed with pain from the bites that were left and he could feel the cum seeping from his loosened anus and onto the pile of clothes on which he had collapsed. His entire body shook for a moment afterwards, still recovering from his orgasm, but as a cigarette was offered he smiled and took it, taking a puff as it was lit before leaning against Gonou’s side, emerald eyes closing and a small sigh passing his lips. One would never guess that they sat on the floor of the boys’ washroom, Tenpou completely nude and smelling strongly of sex.

As Gonou spoke, green orbs shifted to look at the younger male, a small smile touching at the eldest Sha’s lips even as faint confusion touched his gaze. “Hm…there are times where I wonder the same thing, Gonou.” He murmured in reply, leaning into the tender kiss almost unconsciously, his entire body seeming to hum with new life; it was like coupling with Gonou had reawakened something within him, his memories of the past a doorway into something that he seemed to have otherwise long forgotten. It had been two years since the last time he had asked for such a thing from Gonou, but it was just as wonderful as he remembered.

Why had he left the other?

It was sad, really, that it took two men to pleasure him in the same way that Gonou had always managed to do solo, and it made him wonder why he stayed with the immature twins. Sure, he loved the publics locations they often chose, he loved making videos, and more than anything he loved to feel himself sandwiched between two slick bodies as his ass was stretched to what felt like breaking point, but Konzen and Kenren could never have made him reached his climax as quickly as Gonou could. Rising to his feet, Tenpou redressed himself, not seeming to care as his pants and underwear were pulled on only for Gonou’s semen to start soaking through them, but once he had put his shirt back on he tied his blazer around his waist to hide what was surely a growing wet spot, tucking his tie into his back pocket before turning his gaze back to the brunette, cigarette hanging limply from between his lips.

“Maa…we may as well go for lunch. Nobody would dare to touch my laptop, anyway.” He murmured, stepping up to the slightly-taller male and looking up at him almost thoughtfully before he leaned in, moving with amazing speed to latch his mouth onto the side of the other’s neck, sucking hard, drawing blood to the surface, before sinking his teeth in, breaking the skin and tasting the metallic tang of blood. Drawing away, he licked quickly at the wound before stealing a brief kiss.

“I had to return the favour.” He said with a smirk, his own neck sporting two very obvious bite marks, one on each side of his neck. With his usual, unreadable smile in place, Tenpou slid his cigarette back between his lips before leaving the washroom. “Maa, don’t make me leave you behind, Go-kun.” He murmured, already heading towards the cafeteria and an amazingly brisk pace for somebody who had just been thoroughly fucked up the ass.

[ToonMissy]

When the lunch bell rang, Tokitoh nearly flew out of his seat and made certain to grab his teddy bear backpack and skateboard; there was always a chance to skate during lunch. Of course as the trio moved along in the halls, they got jostled around by other students; for a private school, there were plenty of students and teachers. Nakajyo’s arm around his waist certainly aided in keeping him and Sotsu from being lost in the throngs of the school population. Tokitoh clung tightly to the slightly older teen; they weren’t brothers by blood, but they were brothers due to their strong connection with each other, even Sotsu was one Toktioh could almost consider to be a brother more than a friend.

By the time they had gotten to the lunch room, crimson eyes noticed that Saitoh was already there. The older redhead was sitting with a couple girls, but not Kubota? Saitoh and Kubota were always together, so why was today any different for them? And then of course there was no sight of Tenpou, Gonou, or Konzen and Kenren. Gonou was more than likely hanging out on his own, the teen was the biggest loner out of all of them, while the other aforementioned three were most likely humping and grinding against one another in one of the many bathrooms around the school.
“I don’t know what we’d do without Naka-kun. Everyone thinks that he’s older than he rally is because he’s so tall. And he always makes sure that we aren’t getting picked on, but I’m sure that if we were alone, the rest of my brothers would protect us.” Tokitoh was beaming for a moment before he had glanced at his friend, kissing his cheek gently and grinning. “But I don’t what I’d do without a friend like you either, Su-chan!”

When Kubota sat beside Nakajyo rather than the king of the school, the redhead was dealt a blow by the cross dresser’s purse; basically Kubota was in a bad mood and didn’t want to deal with anyone, so why was Nakajyo suddenly demanding that they sit with him? Tact was never one of Tokitoh’s strong points and he had a habit of making Kubota even madder when the young crimson haired boy would talk. Biting the bullet, Tokitoh slid into the seat beside his older brother and tried his best to look cute and not piss of the queen of the school.
“Maa…Kubo-chan, how come you’re not sitting with Sai-chan today? Did you and him get into a fight? And please don’t hit me like you hit Naka-kun, I’m only worried since you look sad.”

When Kubota had walked in, Saitoh had taken notice of him and was about to wave him over, yet the scarlet haired queen had taken to sitting with their young siblings. It hurt, mainly because Kubota had been flirting with him earlier in the day, yet the moment he had begun being nice to Kana and Yumiko, he was acting like a bitch. Why did everything have to be such a double standard with Kubota? Saitoh would always have to watch as Kubota flirted with everyone and anyone, yet if Saitoh wanted to do the same, Kubota would hate him for it. Kana and Yumiko brought him out of his thoughts as they spoke.
“Neh, Saitoh-kun?” Yumiko had posed the question, jarring Saitoh before he began picking at his meal and eating slight bits. “Hm? What is it Yumi-chan?”
“It’s about the study group, you’d have to pick days that are best for you. Everyone knows that you help with art and drama clubs with Kubota-kun, is there anything else that you’re busy with? Cram school maybe?”
“No. I sometimes work with Kubo-chan at his dad’s work, but we can pretty much just come and go as we please from there. If one of us doesn’t work, the other one doesn’t, just so that we can keep an eye out for each other.”

Kana and Yumiko both smiled to each other as they watched Saitoh, it was an honour to be able to eat lunch with the king, normally the king and queen sat alone, or they ate with their family; having the king or queen to one’s self was an honour all of its’ own. And without Sha Kubota around, anyone would be free to get close , anyone was actually free to speak with Saitoh about anything. Rumours and gossip were flying about the cafeteria on the mention that the king and queen weren’t eating together, even some were talking about the possibility that a new king and queen would have to be found in the school.

Crimson eyes glanced over at Kubota with a saddened and longing look to the other queen. Why was Kubota being so cold to him? He hadn’t done anything wrong, he wanted to be his own man, not a fashion accessory to the sanguine haired teen.

As the twins sat in the back of the Hummer, they merely listened to Sanzo rattling off their punishment for the week.
“So that’s total lockdown, everything you two enjoy doing in your free time being taken away, and bread and water for meals. I think that’s everything in order.”
Kenren was the first to speak up, the more mouthy of the twins when Konzen’s actions usually got them into trouble. “Oh come on! We didn’t start it! Homura made that bullshit crack about how us fucking each other would practically be masturbating in a mirror! How the fuck were we supposed to take that?!” And a harisen soon answered the blonde before his father had given a worded reply.
“You could have ignored him and not gotten into trouble like you did.”
“Dad, you’re just pissed off because you got interrupted while you were giving a blow job to pops, and then you both got caught in the girls’ bathroom because you were too horny to keep it in your pants.” As soon as both Konzen and Kenren were laughing at this observation, they were smacked again by Sanzo’s paper fan and they really were believing that the blonde hid that thing in his ass since no one ever knew where that thing was normally when not in use.

“See, the things that happened because of your suspension is the reason that you’re punishment is as big as it is. And besides, we told you two to not get in trouble and you‘re suspended on the first fucking day of school! Seriously, I can‘t understand how you two can‘t think to leave the fights until after school or at least doing it so that you don‘t get caught!”
Kenren growled before finally coming up with a question that wouldn’t gain him being hit by his fathers. “What about conjugal visits?”
“That all depends on whether Tenpou wants to deal with you two.”
And if word had gotten around the school fast enough, Tenpou was going to find out and there was a big chance that the only cock they were going to see for that whole week was their own.

By the time they had gotten home, Sanzo made the twins march up to their room, the two storming their way up the stairs. Violet eyes watched the twin retreating bodies before he leaned against one wall with a cigarette just hanging from his lips. “Well Gojyo, I wasn’t able to wait until we got home, but I’m sure you’d love to have another go. And wouldn‘t you love to punish me for letting us get caught?”

The moment Minoru heard his brother’s voice, every word seemed to spark arousal within his loins. Entire body stilling before he had looked over his shoulder and whimpering. “O-onii-chan…I-I couldn’t help myself…” It could be considered disobedience, but when one disobeys, they are usually punished, were they not? Minoru thrived on punishment, he really didn’t see anything wrong with his brother entering him painfully or beating him, even sometimes nearly strangling the small boy. All of the time he had spent with Homura left scars and injuries upon his body, but he saw it as signs of his brother’s “caring nature”; the damage done to his body of course was never something he’d let anyone else see, hiding it from the rest of his family and when at school by avoiding changing in front of everyone else in gym.

When Homura had begun thrusting the dildo in and out of Minoru’s quaking body he mewled with pleasure, thrusting against the dildo as well. His school tie was slipped over his erection, just adding to his arousal as his bi-coloured hair fell in front of his face. Mismatched eyes watched his older brother, Minoru biting his lip hard enough to make it bleed just so that he could feel more pain within his body. “P-please onii-chan…please…I only started because I couldn’t help myself…nnnh…p-punish me onii-chan…”
All Minoru could ever do against Homura was beg, he truly didn’t know why he loved this treatment from his brother, but he really didn’t care. Homura was the only one who could make him feel so good, and if anyone took Homura from him, he knew that he’d die. The young teen was desperate for attention from his older brother that he constantly craved, needing the older teen to take him, claim him. “Nnnhhh! Onii-chan! Please…I need you…”

The sharp bite to his throat made Gonou hiss in pleasure, and of course he placed a hand to the wound after Tenpou left it alone. “So now this is always going to be a revenge thing?” He chuckled, lowering his arm and letting it snake around Tenpou’s waist for a moment in order to grab his cigarette and lock lips with the crimson haired teen once more before releasing him. Tenpou certainly moved fast for someone who had just been thoroughly fucked; Gonou had merely watched him for a few moments. ’Maybe I’ll have to fuck him harder next time around.’
Stubbing out his cigarette, the brunette followed his sanguine haired brother towards the cafeteria, hungry after expending so much energy during the quick fuck in the bathroom.

Of course the cafeteria was buzzing with gossip and rumours by the time Tenpou and Gonou had made it there; if one wasn’t gossiping about the king and queen seeming to be splitting up, they were gossiping about the big fight that happened in one of the third year classes between Homura’s gang and the Sha boys. The brunette got lunch for both himself and Tenpou, making his way over to his brother and catching bits and pieces of the rumours as he passed by the crowds and cliques that were everywhere. Some claimed that Saitoh and Kubota got into a big fight during class and had already broken up, others were saying that one cheated on the other; the fight was getting just as many crazy stories with ideas of the cops having to be brought in to break up the fight, or that some in the battle were even sent to the hospital.

Setting both lunch trays down Gonou slid into the seat beside his brother and sighed before digging into his meal. “So Saitoh and Kubo-chan are having a rough spot and the morons extraordinaire have already gotten into trouble on the first day. What a school year already. This kind of shit doesn’t usually happen until a couple months later.”
It was obvious that this would certainly aggravate Tenpou to yell at the twins next time he saw them, what else the redhead would do was unknown by the brunette, but it certainly wasn’t going to be pretty.