A/N:

Thank you for being patient on this series. I did warned you guys that updates for this will be on an irregular basis. I am super happy that you are still with me on this.

For reviewers' suggestions, thank you. I think you guys will enjoy Ai's turn with Haruka now.

BTW, was thinking of doing a series about Quartet Night. But I don't know what it should be. Those are some ideas playing in my head. I would love to hear more suggestions from you.

Warning: Some mature situations, OCCness, a hint of lime (really?) and a large scoop of Quartet Night yummy-goodness (at least coming from one member of the group, that is).

Grammar mistake? Let me know, post a review.

Strawberry Pocky

"Tomo-chan. Are you sure it's ok to hide here?" Haruka Nanami peered into a seemingly empty classroom dubiously.

Tomochika Shibuya, Master Class student and Haruka Nanami's best friend swiveled her head around to check if they are alone in the corridor. Straining her ears for any sounds of life, she is satisfied to find it is empty. Without wasting time, she quickly pushed her friend inside the classroom, ignoring her faint protests, frantically shutting the door behind her with a click.

She breathed out her relief, closing her eyes to emphasize it. That was a close call. Her temporary Master Class sempai is very difficult. She can't wait for Eiren-sempai to come back from her overseas tours to resume in teaching her. The temporary replacement is driving her nuts with her unreasonable demands which has nothing to do about studying on becoming an international idol.

"Are you alright?"

Tomochika opened her eyes and saw her friend studying her closely, concern etched on her face. "You look a bit sick."

"Not really." She fluffed her thick, wavy reddish hair with her fingers and stifled a giggle. "I just want a couple of hours break from my temporary Master Class senior."

"That bad, huh?" Her friend's face turned into worry, eyes glistening and bright with unshed tears. "Do you want me to talk to her?"

Heaven forbid, no. She stopped herself from blurting it out in time. She's grateful for her friend's concern and worry, but if she let Haruka mediate between her and her temporary sempai, she'll be eaten alive.

She sighed, before reaching out to ruffle her friend's hair fondly. "No. I've got this. Let's just enjoy a peaceful hour or two before we go back to our dorms, ok?" she smiled in a convincing manner. Really, she can do her compositions here and finish it in time for her deadline tomorrow. Besides, it's soothing to be with her friend. She's always revved up to do her best whenever Haruka gives her words of encouragement..

Not to mention, she gets to enjoy her masterpiece without sharing her with Starish and Quartet Night. Lately they all seemed to monopolize her time and she hardly ever gets to spend her time with her best friend.

It was lucky that she went to visit her in her dorm room, brand new clothes in tow. She's been itching to make her wear this cute powder blue dress with polka dots. Haruka looks so adorable just wearing the clothes she has chosen. She gets quiet pride and pleasure just seeing her wear the things she chose; now she understand why her mother fusses when she's at home, it's the same with her when she's with her friend, too.

Resisting the urge to pinch her friend's apple cheeks, Tomochika, instead started to rummage in her bag to get her notebook out, as she led the way further in the classroom. They can find some seats and get to work.

"Errm."

She froze. As soon as she pulled out her notebook from her bag, she looked up, expecting to see her sempai magically materializing from somewhere. How in the world did she manage to find her here?

Bright, cold cyan eyes met hers.

Her eyebrows rose, blinking several times.

Ai Mikaze? What is he doing here?

Uh-oh.

The tall young man wearing pristine white jeans, white shirt and white leather jacket, was sitting on the teacher's desk, long legs crossed over casually, hands propped behind while he leaned backwards, eyeing them critically. How long he was sitting there, she didn't know, but it seems like he heard everything they talked about. She can just imagine the wheels inside his brain turning.

"Oh, hello Ai-sempai. Are you taking a break from your group, too?" As usual, her forever-clueless friend seemed oblivious to the hostility emitted by their unexpected companion. Her friend barely registered Ai Mikaze's blank stare in their direction. But she knows he's irritated with them for interrupting him inside his sanctuary. She didn't know the cyan-haired handsome young man has a habit of prowling the classrooms in his free time. Where the heck are the rest of his minions?

"So, you're hiding from Yuyuka-san." He said. He tilted his head; piercing eyes seemed to sear Tomochika into staying in one place. The deep voice of his barely growled at the edges of his words.

"Err." How to explain this? She's doomed. Mikaze-sempai is cold-hearted and ruthless-very, very strict, according to Syo Kurusu and Natsuki Shinomiya. But they both gushed about how talented he is. Even Syo who usually displays his annoyance towards his sempai, can't help but show his admiration to their senior, albeit grudgingly. His information network is flawless and he works the knowledge he gathers to his advantage. Rumors circling about Quartet Night indicates Ai is instrumental is some of Quartet Nights legendary feats in the entertainment industry. That's how much Shining Saotome trusts the group to steer Starish group in the right direction.

Ai loomed closer.

Both of them reacted by taking a step backwards one at a time, until Tomochika felt the brass doorknob poking the small of her back. She turned sideways and saw Haruka mesmerized by the senior's face.

Like a graceful and sleek snow tiger, Ai trapped them both by placing his palms on the timber panel behind them. He peered down at Tomochika's face, commandeering her attention first.

Forced to look up because of his tall height, she swallowed nervously before attempting to answer his question again.

"Well, you see, I've got this homework that I needed to finish. But Yuyuka-sempai is being unreasonable, asking me to do some errands for her that is beyond the scope of what we agreed on. So, I snuck away to finish my compositions." She said in a rush. There's no point lying and being dishonest with Ai. He almost always knows what's going on in this university even if the events doesn't concern him directly.

Ai's face is so close now, she can almost count the number of hairs he has on each of his long, curling eyelashes. She hardly dared breathe, her heart pounding erratically. Really, for a cold-hearted young man, he has the capacity to render a woman senseless just by focusing his attention on her.

"Hmmm. I guess that's a reasonable explanation. The probability of you both playing hooky and ignoring your duties is a measly 3%." Ai said, letting a finger brush Tomochika's jaw and lifting her chin to scrutinize her eyes properly. "Though I find it irritating that both of your presence here wreaked havoc to the previous research notes I have inside my head." He said without as much as a preamble.

She blushed a violent shade of pink. Rumors about his bluntness have proven to be correct. With Ai Mikaze's cold demeanor, he's been called the Frost King by some of his peers. That, along with Camus-sempai and Ranmaru-sempai, they've been called the Heavenly Cold Trilogy behind their backs. Three-fourths of Quartet Night is known for their aloofness and coldness towards their colleagues.

But, it's puzzling to know that even with his frosty glare, Ai's fingers are not cold. In fact they are surprisingly warm.

Despite herself, Tomochika felt a thrill of excitement run down her back.

"You know. Since we have a bit of time, maybe you both can indulge me with a bit of experiment." Ai released his hold on her chin, taking a slight step back to allow them some breathing room.

Tomochika let out a shake breath of release. Asking them to indulge him with an experiment doesn't seem like a request coming from him- it's more of a command.

Resisting the urge to raise her eyebrows, she schooled her expression to faint curiosity. She needed to distract Ai, let him do his experiment so he can be on his way. The sooner he's gone the better. She has a ton of homework to do.

He tilted his head in their direction before turning to capture Haruka's attention, cupping her face with his other hand. "A little experiment will help me confirm my studies and observation of the human brain's reaction." He said in a serious tone.

Ai-sempai smelled like spring and… Strawberries. Huh.

"If it helps Ai-sempai.." Haruka's voice trailed off, brow furrowed. Tomochika reached for her friend's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Surely it won't be that bad? Sempai is not one of those guys who often take advantage of her friend.

But still.. There is something that doesn't feel right with Ai Mikaze and she could not place a finger at it.

"An experiment." Tomochika repeated. Her smile was too bright. Right. This can't be good, but it's better than spending another two hours in the presence of Yuyuka-sempai.

"Yes." Ai took something out from the back of his pant's pocket.

He held up a pink, rectangular box.

Strawberry pocky? No wonder he smelled like sweet strawberries!

"Oh, I love pocky!" Haruka exclaimed enthusiastically, clapping her hands.

She furrowed her brow, genuinely curious now.

Ai broke in a smirk, blindsiding her with his amazingly good looks. His gorgeousness jumped up several notches with the mischievous look he now sported.

"Excellent to know, Haruka-chan." He then gave Tomochika a wink before turning his attention back at Starish's exclusive composer.

He held out a hand. "Let's start with you first."

It happened so fast before Tomochika realized what is happening. What? No! Not my Haru-chan!

But it was too late. Haruka took his hand and let herself be led to the desk like a meek lamb about to be slaughtered on the sacrificial table.

Tomochika clenched her fist, wanting to bang it against the door for being slow to analyze the situation. Never mind Yuyuka-san's wrath when she finds her! She'd rather polish her collection of Manolo Blahnik shoes than put her friend into Sempai's care. "H-haruka…" she started to protest. "Maybe we should just go back to our dorms-"

"You'll get your turn soon enough, Tomochika." Ai Mikaze swung around and pierced her with his warning glare. He gestured to the chair nearest the desk.

"Sit!" he ordered.

Despite her protest, she found herself obeying his command as sat down in an instant, unable to defy him. She seemed to loose control over her body, recognizing the authority in his voice.

"Now, then." He turned back to Haruka with a flourish. He scrutinized her by giving her a once over, nodding his head in an adorable fashion. Only Ai Mikaze could have the power to pull off looking both decidedly delicious and dangerous at the same time, as he contemplated on what he intends to do with Haruka, his white clothes stark against his vivid colouring.

"Hmmm.."

Without warning, Ai easily lifted Haruka up, gathering her in his arms like she weighed next to nothing, before depositing her gently on top of the desk. Her skirts rode high on her thighs, making faint noises, his hands crushing the silky material. Haruka gave a nervous squeal of surprise as she grabbed hold of his lean, strong arms for support. The ribbons on her hair loosened, strands of hair escaping from its tight restrictions.

"Reiji just told me an interesting game which I wanted to try. He said that young women liked to play the Pocky game because its sexy.." He propped both of his hands on both sides of Haruka, leaned in close to use his nose to nuzzle Haruka's jaw. "I could not understand his explanations and I decided a live experiment is in order. I'm very lucky to find two willing participants." He flashed a look at Tomochika before continuing to breathe into Haruka's scent.

His sexy pose made Tomochika sweat profusely. She took a swallow, eyelashes fluttering fast. She opened her mouth to talk more, delay him a bit on what he was about to do, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat.

"Oh, I heard of that one!" Haruka piped in, tossing her head, making the ribbons tied on her hair come undone. They made a faint whispering sound as the strips of silk landed on the floor. The cloud of reddish gold hair cascaded down her shoulders and back in a gleaming gold waterfall.

Ai breathed more of her scent, "Pray do tell, my lovely composer." He turned sideways and pushed his ear close to her mouth, throwing another one of his blank stares at Tomochika, who gripped the edges of her seat in response, unable to utter a word of caution.

Ai's face may be coldly aloof, but she can see the faint blush of pink underneath his pale, white skin. His cyan eyes glowed as he listened to Haruka's whispers of explanation.

"Excellent explanation, Haru-chan. I can never put it better myself." He beamed at her, flicking a finger on her nose.

Tomochika gulped. Still unable to move, pinned to her seat by Ai Mikaze-sempai's warning stare, she can only squirm inside, bracing herself for the inevitable seduction. Oh, how can she fail to protect her clueless friend from such a perfectly executed trick by the Frost King? And how will she survive in this session? The last time this happened with Reiji-sempai, she almost lost a lot of blood from the nosebleed alone. Ugh.

The box of pocky was torn open, and the scent of strawberry filled the air around them.

"Now, Haruka. You bite the end of this stick, and I take the other one. Tomo-chan can do the counting."

Haruka nodded eagerly, ready to please the cyan-haired idol. A perfectly innocent participant in this diabolical game of seduction.

Despite herself, Tomochika leaned forward, watching the two intently. She moved closer to the edge of her seat, wishing she was somewhere, yet, strangely relieved to be here. Ai Mikaze has such a compelling talent for making someone sit up and listen to his commands. If it happens that it was only Haruka he found, god knows what kind of experiment he would rope her into.

Flashes of silk ropes and black handcuffs filled her mind, and Tomochika's eyes glazed over.

She could smell Ai-sempai's fresh cologne, making her nostrils flare with unexpected excitement. She closed her eyes, savoring it. When she finally open, he was gazing into her again, and she opened her mouth as if in a trance.

"One."

Ai went for the first bite, taking about half an inch on the other end of the strawberry flavored pretzel snack. His mouth moved with steady precision, face barely changing its expression of intense concentration.

"Two."

Haruka took a delicate move, the tip of her tongue poking out of her Cupid's bow mouth before taking a bigger chunk at the end of her pretzel stick.

Haruka Nanami is intent on the game as well.

Tomochika gripped the edge of her seat again, wanting to take an even closer look, the sweat beading on her forehead. Her cheeks are hot, and she felt constrained inside her clothes, nerves tingling with perverse excitement. Oh Tomochika, how despicable.

"T-three." She half-stammered, half-whimpered.

Ai sneaked a glance at her again before snapping his eyes into focus. Using his teeth to hold the pretzel in between, his lips moved closer.

Only a couple of inches were left between their mouths.

"F-four..Four!" Tomochika said, slightly louder than intended. She watched Haruka's shy face lift up, capture Ai's gaze before nibbling a small portion at her end.

"Mmmm." She whispered.

Tomochika's mouth dropped open at her friend's sudden transformation.

Whereas, she looked super adorable earlier; this time, Haruka became serious in the game. Face flushed red, lips glistening, up close, her eyes glowed a deep golden fire. Amazed at the transformation to an intoxicating beauty, she can only gasped in wonder.

"Five."

Like watching a super-erotic slow motion movie, Tomochika watch Ai-sempai slowly leaned over, took the last of the strawberry flavored stick inside his mouth and capture Haruka's lips. His hand automatically caught her tiny waist, sweeping her against him, tipping her back in one motion. His right hand rested on her knee, gently creeping up higher, pushing the bunched up skirts further to expose more of her creamy skin..

Haruka caught Ai's hair through her fingers, forcing the tie to snap. His silky, cyan hair came loose, pouring down his shoulders the same way Haruka's hair spilled over onto the desk. Cyan co-mingling with gold creating an entirely new color.

Feeling like she can rip out chunks out from the chair, Tomochika felt her cheeks heat up even more, bolts of electricity running down her arm; each bolt increasing its pulse. The scene before her aroused her so much, the skin at the back of her neck were rigid.

God!

Unable to stand it any longer, she bolted up from her seat and ran out of the room. Ai Mikaze-sempai can have Haruka for as long as he wants today. She can just retrieve her friend later. For now, she'll find a quiet corner to work on her compositions. With that much passion she has just witness, maybe she can put that experience into writing something even better than what she has in mind.

Sorry, Haruka. She apologized a little guiltily inside her head. Quartet Night members are waaaay out of my league when it comes to teasing them against you.

She let out a sigh. Way to go Tomochika Shibuya. Quartet Night scored another one.

oOoOoOoOo

Ai Mikaze barely even blinked in surprise when he heard the chair make a squeaking noise, as its occupant pushed it back with her heels before bolting out of the room. His calculations have been proven correct: Tomochika Shibuya is fiercely protective when it comes to her bestfriend, Haruka Nanami. But her overprotectiveness overrides the fact that she gets perversely excited whenever an eligible man sets out to seduce her friend in front of her.

Reiji's guess is right on the mark. Ai thought, running a hand up Haruka's back, clutching a handful of hair at her nape and yanked it down gently to expose her neck.

Truly, it is fun teasing Tomo-chan for a change. After he caught his protégés Syo Kurusu and Natsuki Shinomiya bemoaning the fact that they'd been maneuvered once again by Haruka's friend, he spent several days cooking up a scheme to get back at the sly she-devil for making his adorable wards suffer with longing for the woman he now held in his arms.

Pulling away from her mouth, he stared down at the young woman, whose swollen lips and glazed eyes made all his senses tingle. Admittedly, he can't blame Tomo-chan for being overprotective or his two wards for pinning on their official composer. Haruka Nanami may look ordinary most of the time, but once you get close to her, you can't help but want her. One only has to peer in her deep, fathomless eyes; study the expression on her face or marvel at her hair's golden silkiness. That plus, her talent in creating such powerful songs and her cluelessness in her surroundings makes one want to possess her completely and make her submit to his domination. A worthwhile activity to enslave her for his personal pleasure while he is bored with his free time.

Haruka Nanami is a real challenge. One that he wants to study more in depth for the coming days and weeks.

"Ai-sempai? Have you found the conclusion to your experiment?" the questioning look in her eyes melted some of the coldness inside his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart bloomed, and it began to beat faster. He gripped her hair, bending again to capture her lips. He moved, making sure that her legs locked around him. With only their clothes separating their skin contact, his body registered the increasing heat building in her core. Even now, as her body temperature rises slowly, but steadily, her signature scent is triggered, filling his nostrils with the now familiar lavender and vanilla.

A much better scent than strawberry, don't you think so? His mind replied automatically.

Filled with increasing hunger for more, he found the zip at the back of her dress and eased it down several inches. The dress gave way, the front revealing more skin; the scoop neckline gave him a view of full mounds of breast and lacy edges of a bra.

Wanting to feel more of her skin, his hands went under her skirts and skimmed the top garter bands of her panties; thumbs automatically hooking them slowly down.

"The experiments needed to be performed for a few more tries until the results are conclusive with the theory," he murmured against her lips, eyeing the box of strawberry pocky, the contents still full. "I'm proposing we continue this session in my room. Perhaps a change of environment may ignite a more favorable response, don't you think so?"

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A/N:

I hope you guys enjoyed that. I am not much a fan of Ai, though I admit he is adorable in some ways. I just need a bit more convincing.

Want more of Quartet Night? Post your suggestions on the reviews section. I need brain stimulators. Hahaha. Or you can PM me.

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