Real Cinderella - Ni~yaxSakito - Chapter 9
Title: Real Cinderella
Author: etoilerose
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito
Rating: PG-13 OMG naughty wordsss.
Genre: AU (School)
Disclaimer: That's right. I own them and we have tea and crumpets together every afternoon, with the mad hatter and- oops, wrong universe.
Summary: The only child to a superfluously rich couple, whatever Ni~ya wants, he gets it. But when he meets the shy, stolid and somewhat less fortunate Sakito, things may not be so easy...
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
After emerging into fresh air, the two boys faltered to a stand still, seeming almost disorientated; as if they had escaped from some limbo where anything were possible and the winds were still engaged with their endeavours of awakening. Sakito was panting, hot breaths billowing out into vaguely chilly air, his eyes occasionally shifting to his companion, fleetingly, as if he was afraid to remind him of his presence. Ni~ya’s hand had shifted slightly, loosening so that Sakito could see the row of angry purple half-moons that now adorned his arm, the skin torn up slightly in places from being dragged along. The marks smarted, but not enough to distract him from the way the liquid from his clothing was now trickling against his skin and making him shiver; nor the uncomfortable set of Ni~ya’s jaw.
“Ni~ya..?”
He reached out again with the damaged hand, tugging uncertainly at his sleeve, instantly wincing at how pathetic he sounded. Ni~ya looked at him, slight confusion in his expression at first. It fast dissolved, but Sakito had never heard that voice sounding so weary when he spoke.
“Let’s go home…”
Sakito frowned, slowly releasing his grasp.
“But we still have lessons…”
“And you’re going to go to them like that?”
He didn’t wait for the other to reply, turning and leaving him to trot hurriedly in an effort to catch up. They walked in uncomfortable silence, until the turn-off for Sakito’s usual route home cropped up, and he tentatively broke away from his trailing of Ni~ya; finally breaking him from his reverie.
“My house.”
His fingers parted the air between them, entwining with a fellow set and not letting go. The contact seemed to calm him, and his breath evened, his shoulders relaxing downwards as Sakito in turn began to feel less on edge. By the time they arrived at the extravagant building, both were sufficiently recovered to offer genuine, if slightly terse smiles as they pushed the door open and walked upstairs in common agreement, despite the entire abode being empty.
Sakito was sure that he would have been undeniably lost were he alone by the time Ni~ya pushed open the door to his bedroom, allowing him to step in. Vaguely, he thought of the changes that had taken place in the short space of time since he had previously entered the room- a tangled mess that he could not begin to unravel. Perhaps his shyness was masked by the events of the day, or he had merely had an influx of self-assurance around Ni~ya for he was less diffident than before, flopping onto the bed in a position that made something inside of the one still standing twinge distinctly.
“Don’t do that!”
Sakito looked up at the growl naively, before giving up on trying to decipher the meaning and letting his gaze fall back down, his expression saddening as he was painfully reminded of earlier events.
“I should never have come here…”
Before he could sink into regret however, a hand connected with his head, buffeting it lightly to the side.
“Don’t be such an idiot! You’ll let that prick make you think that?!”
Away from the ‘prick’ Ni~ya sure seemed to have a lot more confidence… but Sakito let it pass by with a small smile that was obviously not assertive enough for Ni~ya, or else he found it undeniably erotic, for within seconds he gave up his resistance to the allure of his supine companion and Sakito found his legs inexplicitly parted, barely touching in places the one who had pushed his way between them and now leaned right over to commence a forceful kiss. A tremor forced its way through him at the sudden movement, making him release a tiny whimper that had Ni~ya doubling his attentions, his lips pressing down almost bruisingly.
After the initial shock, Sakito’s slightly tensed muscles relaxed back into the duvet and he found himself enjoying the contact, distinctly in fact, although nervousness still gnawed at his stomach. From Ni~ya’s confident movements, it would be impossible to know that he was experiencing that same edginess, yet the anxious anticipation was there, making him feel vaguely sick even as it made the experience they were sharing ten times more enjoyable.
Sakito drew in a shaky gasp and Ni~ya took the opportune moment, delving forwards into his mouth. He had to hold back a moan as their tongues slipped over one another like folds of the same velveteen material, lowering himself gently to free his arms- almost trembling with ardence. His hands moved to Sakito’s face, stroking the skin there until it shivered delicately, the invisible hairs bristling underneath his touch. Tracing his jawbone with gentle caresses he marvelled at the smoothness that flowed beneath his fingertips, so beautifully pale it seemed it would glow in the moonlight. It was fascinating to follow the jugular vein downwards, almost as if he could feel the thrumming of blood beneath the silken membrane.
Unfortunately the path was blocked all too soon by the collar of Sakito’s shirt, and Ni~ya was forced to tug open the first constricting button, fast tiring of trying to unlatch it and merely pulling the material apart. The first loosened conventionally by fluke, though some were far from being as lucky and flew away as he made his way down the shirt, finally reaching the bottom and pushing the separate halves back as far as he could. For the first time, Sakito reacted with more than a barely discernable sound, arching himself upwards and making an effort to pull Ni~ya’s own top upwards, hands splaying out over his milk-like stomach. For an instant a segment of their bare skin connected, and Ni~ya shuddered as the other released a needy mewl, wrapping his arms around the waist of the one who lay above him.
After a brief tussle, Ni~ya too was relieved of the restrictions to his upper body and he relinquished his contact with Sakito’s lips to nuzzle his head vigorously beneath his chin, making him groan and lengthen his neck to maximise the contact between sleek, silvery hair and skin. At the positive reaction he twisted his head, pincering his canines in a territorial nip to the side of the exposed throat before travelling downwards.
His lips halted at Sakito’s collarbone, pausing as he tasted the skin there- still damp and now beginning to bead with perspiration. With his face pressed so tightly to the other’s chest, he was enveloped by his scent, a vague flowery cologne underlain with a musk that drove his senses insane. He buried his face further down, disentangling his hands to run down sensitive sides, pausing to caress jutting hips that pressed up into the contact. Slowly he continued to trace southwards, ghosting down half way to the knee before letting his fingertips slip languidly into the inside of Sakito’s thigh. However, as Ni~ya began to return the contact upwards, the body beneath him squirmed, turning to dislodge his hand with a nervous whimper.
“Ni~ya…”
The addressed moved his hand with a slight sigh, gliding upwards against Sakito’s slick chest to press a delicate kiss to the side of his slightly parted mouth, cupping his cheek gently and releasing a soft hushing sound.
“You’ll be fine…”
When he seemed to relax, Ni~ya made a second attempt, pushing his fingertips beneath the other’s waistband, but again Sakito tensed up, pressing his legs together and trying to writhe away. When he spoke his voice contained a hint of fear.
“Don’t… Ni~ya! It’s too fast!”
And Ni~ya did what Sakito knew that the boy whom he had met that first fateful morning would never do, relinquishing his desires to wrap his nervous lover in a comforting embrace. Sakito closed his eyes in blissful relief and inconceivable thanks, nestling closer. For a moment his head swam and he was sure he was going to cry, merely for the fact that he had never felt so sheltered and adored in his entire life, but the feeling passed as his awareness drooped. The last thing he could remember thinking before his consciousness finally fell away, was that he would have gladly died just to maintain the moment forever.
***
However, even as Ni~ya and Sakito lay entwined, sleeping and basking in the pleasure of their celestial moment, they were already being worked against. A group of faint silhouettes against the now darkening sky that exude asociality. Thin streams of smoke trailed their way up into the sky, alcohol bottles clinked and the most forward of late-night pedestrians quickly averted their path from crossing with the youths. Another normal night for Ichiro and his followers.
The undisputed leader of their gang seemed cheerful tonight as he threw back a gulp of cheap beer, laughing loudly at a comment from the masses. Those who had not been present to witness the earlier events of what Ichiro perceived as hilarity, had now been updated and were punctuating their guffaws with words that invariably revolved around making Ni~ya’s life hell. Ichiro listened for a while, amused, before butting into the discussion.
“No, we go for the new kid. He’s got all the self-assurance of a mouse! We could have him in tears and legging it to a different school in five seconds- and the other one gets left behind.”
“All heartbroken!”
Ichiro grinned around his cigarette. He had to hand it to himself, it was a good plan. Send one of them packing and break up their sick little love games. The added bonus was of course, that picking off Sakito would probably cause Ni~ya more pain than being targeted directly, judging by his reaction earlier. And watching the effects of unconsolidated malice on the former would no doubt prove to be entertaining too…
Forcing back a rasping smoker’s cough, he sent down another draught of intoxicant before discarding the bottle and its dregs thoughtlessly to the floor, watching it slosh out discoloured liquid as it rolled jarringly across the concrete. Those fags would soon find out what he was made of.
Author: etoilerose
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito
Rating: PG-13 OMG naughty wordsss.
Genre: AU (School)
Disclaimer: That's right. I own them and we have tea and crumpets together every afternoon, with the mad hatter and- oops, wrong universe.
Summary: The only child to a superfluously rich couple, whatever Ni~ya wants, he gets it. But when he meets the shy, stolid and somewhat less fortunate Sakito, things may not be so easy...
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
After emerging into fresh air, the two boys faltered to a stand still, seeming almost disorientated; as if they had escaped from some limbo where anything were possible and the winds were still engaged with their endeavours of awakening. Sakito was panting, hot breaths billowing out into vaguely chilly air, his eyes occasionally shifting to his companion, fleetingly, as if he was afraid to remind him of his presence. Ni~ya’s hand had shifted slightly, loosening so that Sakito could see the row of angry purple half-moons that now adorned his arm, the skin torn up slightly in places from being dragged along. The marks smarted, but not enough to distract him from the way the liquid from his clothing was now trickling against his skin and making him shiver; nor the uncomfortable set of Ni~ya’s jaw.
“Ni~ya..?”
He reached out again with the damaged hand, tugging uncertainly at his sleeve, instantly wincing at how pathetic he sounded. Ni~ya looked at him, slight confusion in his expression at first. It fast dissolved, but Sakito had never heard that voice sounding so weary when he spoke.
“Let’s go home…”
Sakito frowned, slowly releasing his grasp.
“But we still have lessons…”
“And you’re going to go to them like that?”
He didn’t wait for the other to reply, turning and leaving him to trot hurriedly in an effort to catch up. They walked in uncomfortable silence, until the turn-off for Sakito’s usual route home cropped up, and he tentatively broke away from his trailing of Ni~ya; finally breaking him from his reverie.
“My house.”
His fingers parted the air between them, entwining with a fellow set and not letting go. The contact seemed to calm him, and his breath evened, his shoulders relaxing downwards as Sakito in turn began to feel less on edge. By the time they arrived at the extravagant building, both were sufficiently recovered to offer genuine, if slightly terse smiles as they pushed the door open and walked upstairs in common agreement, despite the entire abode being empty.
Sakito was sure that he would have been undeniably lost were he alone by the time Ni~ya pushed open the door to his bedroom, allowing him to step in. Vaguely, he thought of the changes that had taken place in the short space of time since he had previously entered the room- a tangled mess that he could not begin to unravel. Perhaps his shyness was masked by the events of the day, or he had merely had an influx of self-assurance around Ni~ya for he was less diffident than before, flopping onto the bed in a position that made something inside of the one still standing twinge distinctly.
“Don’t do that!”
Sakito looked up at the growl naively, before giving up on trying to decipher the meaning and letting his gaze fall back down, his expression saddening as he was painfully reminded of earlier events.
“I should never have come here…”
Before he could sink into regret however, a hand connected with his head, buffeting it lightly to the side.
“Don’t be such an idiot! You’ll let that prick make you think that?!”
Away from the ‘prick’ Ni~ya sure seemed to have a lot more confidence… but Sakito let it pass by with a small smile that was obviously not assertive enough for Ni~ya, or else he found it undeniably erotic, for within seconds he gave up his resistance to the allure of his supine companion and Sakito found his legs inexplicitly parted, barely touching in places the one who had pushed his way between them and now leaned right over to commence a forceful kiss. A tremor forced its way through him at the sudden movement, making him release a tiny whimper that had Ni~ya doubling his attentions, his lips pressing down almost bruisingly.
After the initial shock, Sakito’s slightly tensed muscles relaxed back into the duvet and he found himself enjoying the contact, distinctly in fact, although nervousness still gnawed at his stomach. From Ni~ya’s confident movements, it would be impossible to know that he was experiencing that same edginess, yet the anxious anticipation was there, making him feel vaguely sick even as it made the experience they were sharing ten times more enjoyable.
Sakito drew in a shaky gasp and Ni~ya took the opportune moment, delving forwards into his mouth. He had to hold back a moan as their tongues slipped over one another like folds of the same velveteen material, lowering himself gently to free his arms- almost trembling with ardence. His hands moved to Sakito’s face, stroking the skin there until it shivered delicately, the invisible hairs bristling underneath his touch. Tracing his jawbone with gentle caresses he marvelled at the smoothness that flowed beneath his fingertips, so beautifully pale it seemed it would glow in the moonlight. It was fascinating to follow the jugular vein downwards, almost as if he could feel the thrumming of blood beneath the silken membrane.
Unfortunately the path was blocked all too soon by the collar of Sakito’s shirt, and Ni~ya was forced to tug open the first constricting button, fast tiring of trying to unlatch it and merely pulling the material apart. The first loosened conventionally by fluke, though some were far from being as lucky and flew away as he made his way down the shirt, finally reaching the bottom and pushing the separate halves back as far as he could. For the first time, Sakito reacted with more than a barely discernable sound, arching himself upwards and making an effort to pull Ni~ya’s own top upwards, hands splaying out over his milk-like stomach. For an instant a segment of their bare skin connected, and Ni~ya shuddered as the other released a needy mewl, wrapping his arms around the waist of the one who lay above him.
After a brief tussle, Ni~ya too was relieved of the restrictions to his upper body and he relinquished his contact with Sakito’s lips to nuzzle his head vigorously beneath his chin, making him groan and lengthen his neck to maximise the contact between sleek, silvery hair and skin. At the positive reaction he twisted his head, pincering his canines in a territorial nip to the side of the exposed throat before travelling downwards.
His lips halted at Sakito’s collarbone, pausing as he tasted the skin there- still damp and now beginning to bead with perspiration. With his face pressed so tightly to the other’s chest, he was enveloped by his scent, a vague flowery cologne underlain with a musk that drove his senses insane. He buried his face further down, disentangling his hands to run down sensitive sides, pausing to caress jutting hips that pressed up into the contact. Slowly he continued to trace southwards, ghosting down half way to the knee before letting his fingertips slip languidly into the inside of Sakito’s thigh. However, as Ni~ya began to return the contact upwards, the body beneath him squirmed, turning to dislodge his hand with a nervous whimper.
“Ni~ya…”
The addressed moved his hand with a slight sigh, gliding upwards against Sakito’s slick chest to press a delicate kiss to the side of his slightly parted mouth, cupping his cheek gently and releasing a soft hushing sound.
“You’ll be fine…”
When he seemed to relax, Ni~ya made a second attempt, pushing his fingertips beneath the other’s waistband, but again Sakito tensed up, pressing his legs together and trying to writhe away. When he spoke his voice contained a hint of fear.
“Don’t… Ni~ya! It’s too fast!”
And Ni~ya did what Sakito knew that the boy whom he had met that first fateful morning would never do, relinquishing his desires to wrap his nervous lover in a comforting embrace. Sakito closed his eyes in blissful relief and inconceivable thanks, nestling closer. For a moment his head swam and he was sure he was going to cry, merely for the fact that he had never felt so sheltered and adored in his entire life, but the feeling passed as his awareness drooped. The last thing he could remember thinking before his consciousness finally fell away, was that he would have gladly died just to maintain the moment forever.
***
However, even as Ni~ya and Sakito lay entwined, sleeping and basking in the pleasure of their celestial moment, they were already being worked against. A group of faint silhouettes against the now darkening sky that exude asociality. Thin streams of smoke trailed their way up into the sky, alcohol bottles clinked and the most forward of late-night pedestrians quickly averted their path from crossing with the youths. Another normal night for Ichiro and his followers.
The undisputed leader of their gang seemed cheerful tonight as he threw back a gulp of cheap beer, laughing loudly at a comment from the masses. Those who had not been present to witness the earlier events of what Ichiro perceived as hilarity, had now been updated and were punctuating their guffaws with words that invariably revolved around making Ni~ya’s life hell. Ichiro listened for a while, amused, before butting into the discussion.
“No, we go for the new kid. He’s got all the self-assurance of a mouse! We could have him in tears and legging it to a different school in five seconds- and the other one gets left behind.”
“All heartbroken!”
Ichiro grinned around his cigarette. He had to hand it to himself, it was a good plan. Send one of them packing and break up their sick little love games. The added bonus was of course, that picking off Sakito would probably cause Ni~ya more pain than being targeted directly, judging by his reaction earlier. And watching the effects of unconsolidated malice on the former would no doubt prove to be entertaining too…
Forcing back a rasping smoker’s cough, he sent down another draught of intoxicant before discarding the bottle and its dregs thoughtlessly to the floor, watching it slosh out discoloured liquid as it rolled jarringly across the concrete. Those fags would soon find out what he was made of.