Mimura's been in just about every girl's pants, and the one's he hasn't gotten to yet still like him. What if he decides to try his tactics on the most unfeeling person (And male) yet? Mimura X Kiriyama

"Hey Shu, do you think that I could get into a guy's pants?" Mimura asked his close friend, his head propped up on his hand. Shuuya turned slowly to look at his friend, a look of honest to god, "What the hell" smothered on his features.

"Wait… you kidding?" Shuuya inquired uneasily. Mimura locked eyes with his friend and raised an eyebrow, "Does it look like I'm kidding?" Shuuya tried smirking and raised his hands up, "Hey man, I have nothing against gay people or anything, though Sho is just about the biggest pansy ever (Nothing against Sho I swear), if you're gay, tell me now so…"

"Dude, I'm not Gay. I just want to try my stuff on a guy." Mimura rolled his eyes, speaking while looking at his fingernails as thought he were interested in them.

"Oh, uhm… okay? Well, which guy did you have in mind?" Shuuya asked, glancing around the bustling classroom. "Kazuo Kiriyama." Mimura said smirking, speaking in a fake British accent. Shuuya grimaced and glanced at the perfect boy, and then back at Mimura.

"You sure you're not drunk? And what's with the accent?"

"I'm sure. And I was bored." Mim replied with a shrug.

"Oh, so that's your game. You're bored so you're gonna have a go at Kiriyama's penis."

Mimura smirked as a response, so Shu took it as a yes.

Shuuya's nose ruffled and he actually smirked this time. "Right. You gonna tap that? When's this gonna happen?" the slightest amount of arrogance in Shuuya's voice.

"Ah, Shu, don't be jealous." Mimura said in a sing song voice, getting his friend to blush; he didn't really mean it, he was kidding.

"Dude, that's just wrong." Shuuya mumbled, leaning in towards his friend. "Now how the hell are you gonna get Kiriyama into your clutches?"

Mimura chuckled under his breath and sat up, "Well, for one thing… do you think that I'd be the dominant one? That's what's most important… Idid some research,and I found all this stuff about like… some Yaoi thing that girl's like called Seme and Uke. Would I be the Seme or the Uke?"
Shuuya looked at his friend with a dubious expression, "Uhm, I'm sorry, a what and a what from what? And you did research? How serious are you about this?"

"Very. Now shut up, and let me explain. The Seme is the one on the top. Usually has darker, long hair, and thin eyes. The Uke is, of course, the one on the bottom. Short, light hair, big eyes, and submissive most of the time. Which one do I fit the most?"

Shuuya's eyebrows pulled up into a perplex position, and he took another glance at Kiriyama, who stared ahead in his own thoughts, unaware of the evil plots to get into his pants.

"Uh, well… Kiriyama fits the longer, darker hair thing. And he does have thinner eyes. It depends though, what kind of personalities do Seme's have?" Shuuya asked awkwardly, his hands entwined on top of the desk.

"Well, that varies. Some are dark, and manipulative, and into like, bondage, and other's are easygoing and ha ha."

"What about Uke's?"

"Most of the time, they're like… 'Waah, oh my god you don't love me!', Or, 'Tee hee, anything for you,' and bake you cookies and are oh so sweet, but then there's the one's who act all dominant until he gets manipulated by the Seme and yadda, yadda, yadda…"

Shuuya nodded slowly, "well… I'm afraid that I can't help you there… though in my opinion, you're the Seme, or whatever."

Mimura nodded, smirking in agreement though he could hear the slight unsure tone hanging around on Shuuya's words. He remained convinced that he was on top of everyone.

Including boys.

"But the thing is, is Kiriyama even gay?" Shuuya asked, jerking his head towards the slick haired gang leader. Mimura frowned and shrugged, "Bah, who cares? The guy's emotionless. He could be getting fucked by a possum and he wouldn't give a shit." Shuuya snickered at his comment, "But seriously, when is this plan gonna go into action? Do you even have a damn plan?"

"I was thinking, after gym since it's the last period. I'll just tell him that I want to show him something and lead him into the janitor's closet or something."

"And by something, you mean your cock."

"Pretty much ya."

Shuuya sighed heavily, crossing his arms and observing his friend carefully, searching for something that said that his friend was kidding.

But he was obviously serious.

KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM/KM

Mimura pulled off his gym uniform, taking many glances at Kiriyama, who was also getting undressed. He cocked his head so he could see the slick haired boy behind Ooki.

Those defined, toned muscles…

Mimura couldn't take his eyes off of his classmate, and it bugged him just as much as the fact that his heart started to beat a little harder in his chest.

Did he lie to Shuuya? No way… he's not gay.

Mimura smirked to himself mischievously and mumbled, "Bisexual, possibly."

Then again, how was one of the Hottest Guys at his school, and the most popular with the ladies, suddenly feeling odd urges to touch other boys? He knew boy attraction like Yutaka knew 2 + 2, yet he just started to feel that way a few weeks ago. He usually just turned to face his locker in the locker rooms, and by the time he had finished changing, every one else had to. It was just one day that he decided to face the other way, and he caught Shuuya coming out of the shower.

Hey, no big deal, he thought, until he caught himself staring directly at Shu's... Mimura's stomach clenched uneasily and he mumbled a few cuss words, and then, "It's just a faze… like when you thought you were adopted…", under his breath and pulled on the rest of his clothes. His stomach had been in a knot ever since first period, and every once in awhile it would sort of tug harder; like it was trying to warn him, or he was just trying to warn himself.

But Mimura wasn't going to back down. He knew that he could do it. "Hey Mim, you still gonna go threw with this?" Shuuya whispered in Mimura's ear. Once his warm breath flushed against Mimura's neck he felt his heart speed up, and blush rise into his cheeks.

WHAT. THE. FLYING. FUCK.

Mimura took a step to the side and glared over at Shuuya, "What?" He snapped, feeling embarrassed and surprised at the way he had reacted. Shuuya had whispered into his ear before, of course. They were like best friends.

But he had never noticed Shuuya's breath against his skin like that before.

"Uh, right. Sorry dude, but you look kind of sick. Are you seriously gonna do it? You wouldn't want to like, puke all over Kiriyama's thingy." Shuuya kept his voice low so the words were only audible to himself and Mimura. "Uh, ya, of course." Mimura mumbled in response, starting to quickly walk past the other changing boys. He tried so hard to keep his eyes ahead, but there were those occasional peeks…

Oh man, I'm goin fucking crazy! Stay frosty man, keep it cool…

Mimura took a deep breath and sat at the benches lined up against the wall near the exit of the locker rooms, and Shuuya plopped down beside him. "Hey man, you alright?" Mimura turned to see Yutaka looking at him, his big eyes filled with curiosity. Mimura put on a smirk and held up his fingers in the OK sign, and winked at his friend, who grinned up at Mimura with gleaming eyes rather the previously confused ones. When Yutaka turned to face Nobu, Mimura rested the back of his head against the wall and took another deep breath, when Shuuya nudged his side. He looked at his friend and noticed that Shuuya was pointing, so he turned to see Kiriyama standing nearby, against his locker, with his cronies circled around him while blabbering on and on, and it was only occasionally that Kiriyama would open his mouth to speak a few words. Mimura's heart sped up again.

"Uh, ya, what about him?" He whispered to Shuuya, who returned his friend's retort with a face of confusion and slight impatience, "Don't you need to talk to him?" Mimura grimaced and exhaled, standing slowly like an old man. He sauntered over to Kiriyama, but tried to keep his back straight. When he got to the group, and coughed into his hand, the group all turned to face him with glares, "What?" Hiroshi snapped, and Mimura flared his nose at the overweight boy, "I'm not over here for you, so don't flatter yourself. I need to talk to Kiriyama." The boys all looked at their boss, whose thin eyes immediately shot up to bore into Mimura's. Mim kept his head low, hiding the blush, and said quietly, "In private."

"Boss! We'll go with him!" Mitsuru growled, but Kiriyama placed a pallid hand on his gang member's shoulder, saying almost quietly but it overpowered everything else in the room, "Calm down Mitsuru. I'm sure that Mimura means me no harm," when Kiriyama's eyes met Mimura's again, he felt almost as if he was questioning Mimura's actions, even if his words were clearly used in a statement.

At least, Mimura was sure that it was a statement, he couldn't really tell with Kazuo. The bell rang just on time, as Mimura had felt, and the boys all started to push their ways out of the locker room, except for Mim and Kazuo, who waited patiently until they were the last two in the locker room. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Kiriyama questioned, his head tilting to the side slightly. Mimura shook off the feeling of clumsiness that washed over him when he heard Kiriyama's voice and scolded himself mentally for the way that his body was reacting. He felt like a girl.

But nonetheless, he smirked seductively at his classmate and took a few steps towards him so that Kiriyama's back was against a line of lockers, and put a hand on the wall beside Kiriyama's head. "Nothing much." Mimura whispered mischievously while leaning in towards Kiriyama's ear, "I just wanted to have a little fun." Mimura's hand trailed up Kiriyama's chest slowly and the lobe of Kiriyama's ear sat in between Mimura's lips.

Suddenly, he felt Kiriyama's hands flatten on his own chest, and Kiriyama whispered into his ear, "Well then, Shinji Mimura, you obviously want a challenge… but don't say that I didn't warn you."