Here is Greenwood
"The Diary of Mitsuru Ikeda"
By Roo
Please send C&C to: Dragoness_fei@yahoo.com
Warnings: Sap. Lemon. Some kawaii alerts.
Takes place two years before Suka-chan enters the scene.

The Diary of Mitsuru Ikeda (cont)

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"Shinobu! Shinobu!" Mitsuru flailed his arms, running up and down the hall. Where was that baka? At a time like this! "Shinobu!"

He raced down the maze of corridors, turning on his heel to make it to their hallway. Bursting into the room, he screamed, "Shinobu!"

"What!"

"Look!" Mitsuru's smile lit up the entire bedroom. "I got an 88!"

Silence.

"Shin? I passed..."

"Well, of course you passed, you idiot! As if one of my pupils would fail!"

"Oh, Shin!" Mitsuru threw his arms around his roommate, hugging him close. "Oh, Shin, I could never have done this without you! Thank you so much!" He pulled back slightly so that he could see the shocked expression on the other boy's face. Laughing, he said, "Kawaii! I'm going to kick your ass in the election, though."

"Yes," a soft, kind voice said. "Yes, you are. But that's okay. I already knew that..."

"Shin?" Mitsuru murmured, baffled.

"You silly thing." The purple-haired boy ran a hand through Mitsuru's hair. "Of course you're going to win the election. I never signed up for dorm president. I'm running for class president. Little idiot. I just told you that so you'd study! And look, you've passed! Now you're a shoe-in. Omedetou, Mitsu."

It took a while for him to grasp what Shinobu had said. "Shin...you..."

Without thinking, Mitsuru pulled Shinobu down to him and claimed his lips in a firm, passionate kiss. It amazed him---the velvety feel of those lips on his own. That warm, soft, blissfully quiet mouth momentarily arrested from all motion, captive under his own. An electric cord whipped through him, sending a shiver from head to toe. It lasted only a handful of seconds---a few ticks of the clock---and then Mitsuru pulled away. Dark purple orbs stared down at him and fear began to unravel somewhere in his belly.

Oh no. What had he done?

"Shin?" Mitsuru thought he spoke, but the words never came out. Just the motion of his pink lips; an act that drew Shinobu's eyes away from his own and down...down...down to his parted, trembling lips. Shin neither moved away nor came closer. He simply stood stock still, waiting. But he looked undone---definitely not the same calm, collected youth Mitsuru thought he knew.

Mitsuru wanted to back away, to apologize and play it off as a momentary jolt of exuberance. But watching Shinobu look down at his lips made him want to press forward---press for more. The instinct to charm and to seduce was second nature to Mitsuru; only in Shin's presence did he doubt himself.

He knew he risked everything---their friendship, their companionship and camaraderie. But he was willing to risk it for something more.

"Shin? Shinobu? Stop me if you don't want me to..."

"Mitsu..."

"Mm?"

"Do you ever shut up?"

Before Mitsuru could answer, Shinobu pulled him flush against that strong, nubile chest and delved deeply into his sweet, parted mouth. The faint smell of vanilla wafted over him, and he sighed.

The whispered exhalation fell over their faces as Shinobu gently broke the kiss. "Mitsu..."

"Oh, Shin!"

He wrapped his arms tightly around the strange, silent boy, pressing himself as close as he could to that familiar warmth, the hushed strength.

Mitsuru snuggled close, his entire body shaking. Hiding his face in the crook of Shinobu's neck, he felt shy. "I've never... loved a man before..."

"That's okay." Shin's voice sounded hushed and almost worshipful.

Mitsuru looked up. "I've never loved anyone before... 'cept you, Shinobu."

A flash of fire-wine skimmed over dark eyes and suddenly Mitsuru found himself drowning in another ignited kiss. Shinobu carefully forced his head back, then moved slowly from side to side, pressing the corners and the full blush of Mitsuru's lips.

Perfect. The taste of all things sweet and succulent. Mitsuru became drunk on Shinobu's kisses. They twined together, their limbs wrapping like vines around sturdy tree branches. Mitsuru's trembling intensified.

"Oh, God..."

"Here, you're cold, Mitsu." Shinobu led him to the lower bunk, those slender hands never once parting from some place on his body. "Lie down."

Mitsuru followed the siren voice, lying deftly upon the pale gray comforter. Shinobu quickly followed, lying next to him, on his side. The lavender-haired boy cupped his chin tenderly, staring deeply into his eyes. Tentatively, Shinobu sent the tip of his tongue over Mitsuru's mouth, causing the blonde boy to groan.

"Shin..."

"Shh. Quietly."

"Yes..." Yes, he thought, saving all other words for the language of his body.

Cold white hands traced long lines over his shirt, rubbing so lightly over his pectorals and abdomen.

"Mmm..."

"Shhh."

For long moments, only the tick of the clock could be heard. Shinobu caressed and cupped every inch of his torso, finally braving the unknown, and delving under his woolen top. He bit his lip to keep from moaning, as smooth skin snaked up towards his throat, making him wanton and relaxed at the same time.

Shinobu found a nipple and lightly tortured it between his thumb and forefinger, causing Mitsuru to gasp and close his eyes. When the tiny nub peaked to its zenith, Shinobu moved on. Silently, the violet-locked boy lifted Mitsuru's garment off, exposing his taut chest and soft patches of golden blonde hair. The shirt got tossed to the floor; Shinobu never removed his eyes for an instant. Mitsuru watched as Shinobu gorged himself on the sight of his bare bronze flesh.

Licking his lips, Mitsuru let his own hands explore. They rested for a moment on Shinobu's forearms, following the patterns the boy traced on his chest. His breathing hitched, and soon Mitsuru's hands traveled along the path of arms and up to Shinobu's conflex chest. Shy at first, the blonde went slowly, trying to give Shinobu pleasure without really knowing how.

Shinobu smiled at his naiveté, and began to run his palm over Mitsuru's pelvis. He arched, almost crying out. Soon lust took over, timidity be damned.

Mitsuru ripped Shinobu's sweater over his iris-colored head, throwing it across the room.

"Careful," Shinobu warned wryly between grappling kisses. "You'll ruin the Feng Shui."

"Fuck the Feng Shui."

"I can think of something better..."

Shinobu cupped one of his ass cheeks and Mitsuru was done for. He lifted his hips off the bed, shoving himself closer to his partner. "I thought... we weren't...supposed to talk..."

Shinobu chuckled. "You can still talk? I must be doing something wrong."

Shinobu went for a direct assault on his earlobe, probing with an expert tongue. "Mitsu...can you tell how much I want you?" Slow, controlled humps of Shinobu's pelvis alerted Mitsuru to his hard desire.

"Oh, yes. Yes..."

They pressed together, Shinobu sliding slowly between Mitsuru's legs. Soon they found an exquisite rhythm, rubbing against each other. Their organs ground together, poking their hips and groins sharply through the material of their pants. Mitsuru began to pant and rock his hips off the bed.

"Shin!"

Shinobu answered by grasping the metal clasp of his pants, twisting them free. Carefully, the taller boy slid Mitsuru's zipper down, occasionally letting the cold metal scrape slightly over his hot mound.

"Unhhh!"

"Shh, Mitsu. The walls are very thin..."

Mitsuru growled and bucked his hips up, helping Shinobu yank his pants down off his long slender adolescent legs. Refusing to voice the request, Mitsuru tore at Shinobu's pants, quickly tossing them out on to the floor. With zest, the blonde boy attacked Shinobu's abdomen sheath, tickling it with his tongue and teeth. This felt so incredibly right, Mitsuru knew his fear would soon die away completely. He quickly slid his briefs off, letting Shinobu behold him entirely.

"Mitsu-chan....Beautiful..."

Mitsuru smiled. His eager hand sneaked inside his roommate's silk boxers and took a hold of the impressive length nestled there.

Shinobu bit the back of his own hand, trying to keep quiet. That only made Mitsuru all the more determined. Pushing Shinobu back onto the mattress, Mitsuru took the rim of the boxers in his mouth and pulled them slowly down by his teeth. Gray-blue eyes turned black with pupils as Shinobu watched him remove the last article of clothing separating them.

"What should I do?" Mitsuru whispered, unsure.

Shinobu gulped. "Lick," he whispered back.

Mitsuru bent down and ran his tongue firmly all over Shinobu's thick cock, trying to memorize the scent and feel of his first few tastes. He was not disgusted or repulsed. And his nervousness melted away when he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Mitsu..."

His veracity increased, and he licked and suckled with abandon, hoping to gain more admonitions from his sculpted statue friend.

"Mitsu?"

He stopped and looked up. "Yes?"

"Suck it?"

Mitsuru's eyes narrowed with want, and he nodded. "Yeah."

He took Shinobu into his mouth, encasing him as much as he could. Slowly moving his head up and down, he let his warm salvia coat the pulsing shaft between his lips. A couple of times he gagged, but Shinobu was patient and gentle, running long-boned fingers through his hair and whispering encouragement.

"Mmm. Yes, like that. Just like that. Oh, yeah."

Soon, his jaw ached, and he had to stop. "Gomen..."

Shinobu pulled him up and gave him a delirious kiss. Ravenous.

"You did great. Now, Mitsu. How do you want your first time?"

"Well..." He felt so unsure. He never expected to be talking about this---let alone doing this with another man. He blushed, but refused to lower his head. "I'm not really sure what I'm doing..."

"Do you know how to have gay sex?"

"Yes, of course! You... I put it in you...right?"

Shinobu nodded solemnly. "Yeah. But I was wondering if you wanted me to do it to you first, to show you how..."

"You've done this before?"

Shinobu nodded again, a little sad expression furrowing his brow.

"I..." Mitsuru was at a loss. He didn't want to be rude, but curiosity ate at him. "Did you--?"

"It wasn't a very pleasant experience, but that doesn't mean it has to be bad for us..."

Mitsuru snuggled close to Shinobu for a moment, sensing his proximity would give his lover comfort. "I...Okay."

"Okay?"

"Show me."

Shinobu took a deep breath and kissed him hard. "Thank you," he whispered.

Mitsuru lay back on the comforter, watching Shinobu with large doe eyes.

"First, we need to get some lubricant. I don't have any. Any ideas?"

"Um....I have some petroleum jelly in my bathroom kit..."

"That will do just fine. Pardon me, darling, while I leave you for a moment..."

Mitsuru snorted as Shinobu lifted himself off the bed. It felt cold and strange without him there. He wanted Shinobu back quickly.

It didn't take long before his lover rummaged through the closet and retrieved the jar of jelly.

"Hurry back," Mitsuru called.

"I'm right here."

Spreading out on the bed, they faced one another, hugging their bodies tightly together.

"Are you scared, Mitsu?"

"Yeah."

"You know I would never hurt you, right?"

"Yeah."

Shinobu nodded and twisted the lid off. Delving two fingers into the yellow, transparent gob, he spread some jelly unto his digits and then brought his hand over Mitsuru's hipbone.

"This will be cold, at first."

"Ah!"

Gently, fingers parted his virgin opening, exposing Mitsuru to his first invasion. Those long-boned fingers pushed up steadily, rubbing over the blonde's pleasure center as if they had mapped the way there ages ago.

"Oh God!" Mitsuru pressed his forehead into Shinobu's neck and lifted his rump back to meet his lover's hand.

"It's okay, Mitsu. It's going to feel so good, I promise."

Scissor-like motions split his cavern walls, stretching the way for a larger penetration. Shinobu hit his prostate dead on, making him sweat and shake and pant for release.

"Please do it now." He didn't even recognize his own voice.

"Would you do the honors?"

Lifting his head, Mitsuru understood that Shinobu meant to lubricant him. Dolling a handful of jelly into his palm, he fisted his partner's stiff pole.

"Yeah...mmmm." Shinobu rocked into the hand, despite the coldness.

Mitsuru could see the intense expressions of joy flit across Shinobu's contorting face. "Now?"

"Yeah. Turn over."

Mitsuru rolled over, lying flat on his belly. The cotton comforter teased his molten erection. He whimpered.

"You can always say stop if you want."

Mitsuru shook his head. "No. Want it to be you."

A soft kiss at the base of his neck. A hushed voice at the edge of his hearing. "I want it to be me, too."

With that, Shinobu began the slow push inward, filling him to the brink of madness. "Ow! Ow! It hurts---Shin!"

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm not moving, angel. Just hold on. It gets better I promise."

"Mmmm!"

"Shh..." Shinobu thrust in a little farther, angling up to touch that spongy nub again.

"Oh!"

"Mitsu? Mitsu? You...tell me...when you're ready, okay?"

Mitsuru quaked, feeling impaled on Shinobu's stiff spear. Strangely, the pain was secondary to the well of emotion he fell in. Shin remained so gentle, so caring. Almost like love. He hoped it was love...He wanted love. "I'm ready."

A torturously languid withdrawl and then a somewhat faster thrust in. Shinobu repeated these strokes until Mitsuru writhed all over the mattress, pulling sheets and pillows randomly in his wake.

"Ah God! Please!"

"Tell me, Mitsu. Please what, angel?"

"More. More. Faster, Shin!"

Shin pumped forward steadily now, knocking Mitsuru into the bed with the force from his hips. It made the blonde's aching erection rub up harshly against the bed, delighting him to no end.

"Oh yeah, Shin. Mmm."

"Lift your hips."

Mitsuru helped him, coming up so that his ass waved in the air. Shinobu poured over him, securing him and sheltering him from the cool night wind. "Oh, Mitsu. You're so tight and wonderful. Hmmm." Quick, loving kisses grazed his neck and ears and Mitsuru leaned into them with glee.

"You feel good."

"I'm glad," Shinobu said. "Here, try this..." Snaking his hands under Mitsuru's arms, the purple-haired boy brought him up to a vertical position. Strong arms went about his waist, holding him tightly against Shinobu's torso. Then sharp thrusts upwards, pounding over his sweet spot, sending shivers of need over Mitsuru.

"Shin! Oh, Shin!"

"Mmm."

Mitsuru hung onto the wooden bars on the bottom of his bunk, dangling from his trembling arms. Shinobu slammed into him now, making the whole bed-set quiver and scrape against the walls and flooring.

"Mitsu... are you close?" A strained voice rang in his ears.

"Oh yeah. Need it..."

Shinobu's slick hand found his dick and pumped it in time with his solid fucking, catapulting Mitsuru over the edge.

Silently, Mitsuru found the most exquisite end, spraying his ejaculate all over Shinobu's hand and the bedding.

Not far behind, Shinobu whispered, "Coming..." and his thick warm seed gushed into Mitsuru's clinging chasm.

Exhausted, they collapsed onto the mattress, Shinobu careful not to squish him.

He felt himself cupped close to heat, cradled in Shinobu's arms. Tiredly, he lifted his head. "I thought you liked to be on bottom?"

Shinobu smiled. "I like to be with you. Any way."

Mitsuru let a slow, seductive smile grace his lips. "Oh? I'm going to ride your ass down, then, Shinobu!"

"Are you now?"

Mitsuru yawned. "Mhm. Right after I take this little nap."

Shinobu chuckled. "Yes, darling. Crawl under the covers first. It's cold."

"Mmm." Enfolded in a warm blanket and strong arms, Mitsuru let his head fall to his lover's chest, closed his eyes, and dreamed.

~*~

Entry 23

I got to be dorm president. Voted by an overwhelming majority. Good. I have great plans for this place. I hear Shin got to be class president. I wonder if he knows I'm dorm president yet? I owe it all to him... I owe lots to him, actually, including this sore ass.

Damn. I never thought I'd turn out gay. But I have to admit, I prefer men. Oh, I prefer men. Men like Shinobu. My thoughts just won't turn off; I keep replaying last night in my mind. The way he looked into my eyes. The feel of his hands on my body. Those kisses. Not to mention the serious fucking he gave me last night.

But more than that... I loved the way he held me all night. I just wish his classes didn't run longer than mine; I didn't like waking up alone this morning. I hope everything is all right. I don't want to loose him. I think I love him. And I know that isn't something you can just go up to a person you know for a few months and say... but maybe I don't have to say it in words.

Shinobu...


~*~

"Shin?" Mitsuru stuck his head in their room, eyes quickly finding his roommate sitting at their desk. Quietly, he walked into the room and shut the door, turning to look Shinobu in the eye.

"Yes?" A voice so soft that the wind chimes would be jealous came to play upon Mitsuru's ears.

He crossed the distance and knelt before the blue-eyed boy. "Shin? Are we okay? After last night?"

Shinobu paused.

"Shin? I'm sorry if I got carried away last night but--" Mitsuru lowered his straw-covered head, hiding his eyes. He stared at the soft brown slippers on Shinobu's delicate feet. "But I'm not sorry for last night. I wanted that to happen for a long time. I wanted...you. I still do." He gulped. "I love you."

"Mitsuru?"

Tear-soaked purple eyes looked up. "Yeah?" he croaked out.

"Congratulations. On being dorm president."

"Wh...what?"

"Omedetou." Shinobu cocked his head to the side, as if waiting for him to get the punch line.

"I say I love you and you say congrat--"

Strong hands gripped his shirt, tugging him up to rest firmly on Shinobu's lap. "Shhh. I got you a present."

That had Mitsuru's attention. "Better not be a math book."

Shinobu chuckled. "Better not eat a math book! Here."

An elegant gold-papered box plopped into Mitsuru's lap. "What's this?"

"Open it, silly."

Mitsuru tore through the wrapping, revealing a huge collection of chocolate covered cherry confections. Each one in the shape of a heart. "Oh...Shin..."

"I was thinking," Shinobu said, as he petted shaggy blonde locks behind his ear, "that today is a great victory for you. You should get a reward. I seem to remember a preference for being on top?"

Watery eyes spilled over, and Mitsuru tucked his head in the crook of Shinobu's shoulder and neck. "You're giving me more than cherries, aren't you?" he sniffed. "You're giving me your heart."

Shinobu said nothing, but his stroking became more gentle, more reverent. "Come, Mitsu. Take your reward..."

They stood, arms coming up around one another, beginning a slow dance that would end in the throws of passion on a little twin mattress in a lonely old dorm called Greenwood.

~*~

Entry 100

My lover and I celebrated our second year anniversary today. Predictably, I got another box of chocolate covered cherries. Not that I ever tire of them. Shinobu always finds the most creative was to eat them...and afterwards, we fall asleep in each other's arms...

Tomorrow we have a new freshman coming in. Hasukawa, I believe his name is. Shin and I have already decided to take him under our wing...As if we can't find enough trouble to get in.

Things here are quiet again. As always, a comfortable quiet. I can hear him---even now---talking to me without words. I love you too, Shin. Itsumo.

So. I have no need of this diary anymore. I learned how to express some things without words. The most important things. Hang on, Shin. I'm coming.

~ End Diary Entries ~

~ Ikeda Mitsuru. 1998.


~owari~

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