Two bodies were tightly pressed against each other, the female of the couple clinging onto the male desperately. Small moans erupted from the two bodies, each kissing the other passionately. They broke apart, breathes ragged as if they had ran a marathon. Lips inches apart, ready to initiate the heated activities. One could only describe this as a prefect, utter bliss of a moment for the two.
They began once again, the raven kissing the girl's neck eagerly, tempted to lick the silky soft skin. The other participant moaned loudly, her knuckles shifting towards a white color as her grip tightened around the boy. Lips traveled upwards, kissing the brunette's face. When the kisses reached the forehead, they stopped, changing course to meet the parted pink lips once more.
Small, skinny, fingers trailed onto the boy's chest, admiring the muscles that were beginning to develop. She traced circles softly across his chest, earning a small groan into the kiss the two were currently sharing. Pleased by the reaction, the brunette continued to toy with the boy's chest.
The raven laid the girl gently on the bed, straddling himself on top of her. He began to kiss the girl softly, adding bites now and then. Small bruises were created, and the boy was more than willing to lick the small "wounds" he had caused. Slowly, never halting the kisses, clothes were removed. Everything was exposed to each other, total vulnerability.
Natsume sat up from his small accommodation of blankets on the floor, panting and very agitated. Had he just...? What the hell had that been? He could feel his body yearn for more, hungrily as if he needed the images in his dream. He had to admit, he had enjoyed the dream. That was what disgusted him the most. He had just dreamt of Mikan, and he had somewhat of an idea of what they shared in his dream. He'd seen other people do something similar. People who loved each other did that. He didn't love the stupid childish brunette, he couldn't. A crush, maybe, he thought finally recalling the word people often used. A small, insignificant crush. That was it, nothing more. He'd get over the stupid feeling in a week or two.
An image fluttered in his mind, recalling when the brunette had called out to other males in her sleep. Natsume remembered the feeling of pure rage that had overwhelmed him when the names reached his ears. He still felt clueless as to why those simple names stirred so much anger in him, disturbing him immensely. Didn´t he want to be mature? A wild rampage caused by mere sleep-talk felt so childish, so stupid. The raven wanted to punch himself for nearly losing control, especially over such an idiotic matter. He felt disappointment with himself.
As he scolded himself, he glared at the lump still sleeping soundly under the covers. Unaware of the piercing gaze headed her way, Mikan continued to sleep soundly, turned to face the wall. A small baby fists of baby hands were at his sides, nails nearly cutting through the ivory skin.
"Hm-mm... Natsume..." The small mummer escaped from the sleeping figure in the bed. Natsume froze, shocked. Had she just... Called him during her sleep? It wasn`t said as dreamily as the others names´ had, but he felt satisfied for some reason. He felt... happy. Just admitting that urged the raven to murder himself. Didn´t he know Ruka liked Mikan? Wasn´t he practically betraying his best friend? Grief swept him as he recalled Ruka, his best friend whom was interested in the brunette. Wasn´t it cruel of him to do such a thing to his loyal friend, the one who always sat beside him no matter the situation? It was, he concluded, tortured by the answer.
He would leave Mikan to Ruka, he thought with finality, although hesitantly for some reason. Natsume stood up, walking quietly towards the small one-star bed. His hand shot toward Mikan´s cheek, caressing it softly and somewhat lovingly. Following the feeling of desperation, he leaned down and pecked the creamy white cheek softly. Caught up in the moment, he kissed her a couple more times, trailing towards the small lips of the victim. Hands began to run through silky strands of caramel brown hair, careful not to awake Mikan. Even asleep, her lips reacted towards the delicate touch of the raven´s own.
Pleased and encouraged, Natsume continued. Despite his oath to hand Mikan over to Ruka, he was enjoying the moment, pleased by the feeling. This would be the first and only time he would do this, then no more. Natsume almost repeated what had happened in his dream, curious as to how it felt. If the kiss was only a small portion of pleasure compared to his dreams, he couldn´t imagine the real thing. Afraid he´d become obsessed, he pulled away from the brunette´s lips, panting.
Unconsciously, her hands grasped onto his shirt, Mikan´s expression contorting into a pained expression. Anybody in the same situation as him would have done the same, he dipped towards her again kissing her passionately this time. He lifted her slightly from the bed, bare neck now exposed and covered with kisses. Natsume didn´t know when, but eventually the kisses were returned. Moans and small grunts echoed in the room, filling the atmosphere with the heat of the moment.
Natsume was now on top of the brunette, the other participant fully awake now, although her senses were blocked by pleasure. Desiring more control over the situation, Natsume trapped Mikan´s arms on the headboard with one hand. He proceeded to biting the exposed neck softly, leaving small bruises behind as proof of the moment. Mikan reacted to each bite, moaning and writhing in pleasure underneath the raven.
When his hand landed under Mikan´s pajamas, Natsume recoiled realizing what he had done. He was going too far, although he had enjoyed everything immensely.
Brown orbs stared at the raven, confused. She had awoken in the middle of a kiss and immediately reacted. Caught up in the moment she continued the activities, only encouraging the raven, instead of stopping him.
The atmosphere was awkward. Niether broke the strange silence that loomed over the two.
Natsume just relived the pleasure mentally, treasuring every touch they had shared. He had begun doubting whether his choice of handing the brunette to be wise. Selfishly, he hungered for the feeling of pleasure to be completely his. That was what he wished for, something to belong to him. Silently, he apologized to Ruka as he walked towards Mikan once more.
First of all, I want to thank the four people who reviewed! All of them were really encouraging and made my day! I hope you like the second, and last, chapter! Please do tell me if Natsume was too OOC, or if anything in particular in this two-shot didn´t seem good! Criticism and comments are very much apreciated! =D