Nella Tentazione: Chapter One

[sliverly]

Title: Nella Tentazione
Genre: Romance; Porn
Word Count: 3434 + [Omake]{102}
Pairing: 10051
Universe: Alternate, High School
Warnings: Bad porn. Semi-noncon-ish if you're really squicky? Plot stolen from Love is Like a Hurricane
Rating: NC-17

Music pounded in his ears, his heart thrummed in time. He felt dizzy, he felt sick and he was painfully, painfully aroused. Shouichi hated himself for it. He knew how very wrong it was, but good God whoever it was!

Shouichi was well aware of the fact he was on the subway with dozens of other people, and he should say something, do something, shove the disgusting bastard who was stroking him, but he just couldn’t seem to do it. He could hardly breath and his brain was going a thousand different directs. None of which were even the slightest bit useful, just repetitive and cyclical, though there was a fair amount of denial as well.

Shouichi grit his teeth as those soft fingers squeezed and pulled, squeezed and pulled. His vision was badly blurred and maybe it was because of the mixture of disgust and absolute lust, or maybe it was the fact that his glasses had slid down too far for them to be effective. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He wasn’t about to let his molester get any ideas in his head. He wasn’t enjoying this, Shouichi chanted to himself, the only reason he was stiff was because he was a perfectly healthy teenage male.

Subconsciously he shifted, his body craving more contact. An amused chuckle and a warm puff of air reached ears, and Shouichi belatedly realized the guy- it had to be guy since the hands were large, warm, and slightly calloused- had, at some point, lowered his headphones. If he had taken the time to listen hard enough he could have heard the music, still, but he was far too preoccupied. The pervert started to remove his hand and Shouichi was horrified to find that his hips followed accordingly. He was rubbing himself against some sick deranged old sex offender; there was something so very, very wrong with him.

Another light chuckle and then a wet, slick, tongue touched the shell of his ear, tracing along it and then gently nibbling on it. Shouichi gasped, and he could practically feel the man radiating smugness and self-satisfaction.

Oh God, oh God, it’s gotta be a dream, a nightmare. I’m dreaming this. It isn’t 6:40 in the morning. It’s probably 2:40 in the morning. I’m not on my way to school. I’m in my bed. This is all just a horrible, horrible nightmare.

Shouichi saw stars and his muscles tightened an almost painfully delicious way when the man gave a rough yank. It was quickly getting to be too much. One of the guy’s hands starting to wander up his school uniform’s shirt, the other, stroking, pulling, squeezing in an unmentionable place, the man’s mouth on his ear, the hot breath, husky chuckles. And now he was being pulled closer, flush up against the man’s chest and he could feel that the other man was hard too. Shouichi couldn’t help it, he came. Right into the man’s hand.

The redhead panted, he still felt muddled and disoriented. The heady feeling hadn’t quite dissipated. With due horror and repulsion he realized…he should have woken up by now. He shouldn’t still be on the rickety subway. This wasn’t just a nightmare. It was his Tuesday morning. The man stopped nibbling on his earlobe and gave a soft hum as he gently zipped and fastened Shouichi’s pants. Finally Shouichi’s brain kicked into gear and he shoved the hands away as he turned to face his assailant.

“You creepy old pervert-!” He started but then his eyes focused on the person and he felt his throat go completely dry. The white mane of hair, violet tattoo under matching violet eyes, the same school uniform Shouichi was wearing.

Student Council President Gesso Byakuran!!

“Maa, what a mess and I didn’t bring anything to clean it with~ Oh well~”

Shouichi stared openly as Byakuran proceeded to lick the semen off his hand. Shouichi swallowed thickly, he now had a much keener understanding of why deer froze. Or maybe he was more like a bird pinned by a snake’s gaze.

There was a whoosh of air behind him, meaning the subway doors had just opened, and Shouichi darted out; ignoring the cries for him to wait and the voice in the back of his mind that told him he going to be late to school. He wondered how such a voice could exist after what had transpired. He stumbled and fell once he was free of the crowd and on the platform. He rolled over, rather than standing up, so that he was seated on the cement floor. A few people gave him odd looks but he couldn’t find the will to care.

Shouichi gripped his hair and curled himself into the fetal position. It didn’t make sense to him. In his sixteen years he had found that people were predictable. Mostly. Old men molested people on subways, foreign heartthrobs did not. Pretty women and girls were molested on subway trains, people like Shouichi were not. And yet…there Shouichi was, witness and victim to two anomalies. He wanted to throw up. His stomach churned.

His headphones vibrated around his neck until he remembered to turn off his music player. He was in no mood to listen to anything now. In the distance another train rumbled, rapidly approaching the platform. Shouichi had no idea what to do. Did he jump on and go to school like nothing happened? Did he report Gesso Byakuran? Was there even anything to report? Who would believe a guy like that molested him? Shouldn’t he have tried to stop him himself?

There was a loud screech and Shouichi hoisted himself up, he couldn’t skip school. He wasn’t injured, just…emotionally scared. Still, he would go to school, focus on his work and get over it. He was perfectly fine. He hastily stepped onboard and grabbed onto the nearest pole.

The train gave a lurch and began moving again. Shouichi found himself reliving the encounter with the class president. He couldn’t help but wonder how the guy had been so good. His cheeks flushed. He didn’t normally think like that. Normally he didn’t think about that sort of thing at all, but now implications were starting to sink in. Was he gay? Had his first ever sexual encounter really been on a nasty subway with a foreign exchange student he hardly knew? Well the second one was a definite yes, but as to whether he was gay or straight he couldn’t say. He had preferred to consider himself asexual but his hormones clearly protested.

“Ugh,” He muttered and gripped his hair. He felt tired but he forced himself to remain alert. The stop he needed was the next one and he would have to run if he wanted to make it before the bell. He had a perfect attendance record, not a single tardy or other blemish. Mentally he urged the train to go faster. When it finally stopped he pushed his way out and started to run.

He had never been a good athlete, but he thought he was making pretty good time. He only bumped into one person(he only had time to toss out a hasty apology over his shoulder), but still. He didn’t make it to the classroom until after the bell finished ringing.

Shouichi felt his entire body twinge as he looked up into the eyes of his sensei. He felt like he was going to shatter into a million pieces. This was too much for one morning.

“Please have a seat, Irie-san.”

And then Shouichi wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry, “Th-thank you Giannini-sensei!” He rushed to take his seat. He practically collapsed into it and he hurriedly began to take out his textbooks, notebooks and pens. When he got the chance to actually be still he noticed his hands were shaking.

-=-

On his way to third period Shouichi saw him. Blinding white hair and perfect smile only a few feet ahead. He certainly didn’t look like the type to molest some random fellow student. He looked like a nice, hardworking guy as he discussed something with the Vice-President, who was it? Kikyo? Shouichi only remembered him as the teal-haired student who wore too much make-up, especially around the eyes.

“How can you smile like that after this morning? Like nothing at all happened? What kind of person are you?” Shouichi half-growled as he marched off, completely ignoring the fact he was doing the same thing. He only got to take a few more steps before he was forced up against a wall. In retrospect, he should have stayed behind the guy and out of his sight.

“Hey~! It’s you from this morning, I just wanted to let you know I had fun♥” Byakuran practically sang at him, with his hands splayed out on both sides, trapping the redhead against the wall, and his face entirely too close.

Shouichi saw red.

“Fun?!” He spluttered, “You-you-you!”

Byakuran blinked before breaking out in another kilowatt smile. He leaned forward and Shouichi felt his heart speed up, a familiar heady feeling creeping up on him.

No. No. I won’t be drawn in!

“Stay away from me! You pervert!” Shouichi shouted and shoved the guy off of himself. For once he was glad that his textbooks were so heavy, they managed to at least knock the wind out of Byakuran. Shouichi raced to his third period class. By the time he got to the classroom his heart hadn’t slowed down any. For the second time that day he plopped himself down and flopped onto the desk. He kept his eye on the doorway though, just in case the bastard decided to follow.

Fun?

The guy thought it had been fun?

Shouichi burned at the idea. Just because he was some rich, hotshot, foreign exchange, Student Council President didn’t mean he could do as he pleased. Just because at lot of people liked him didn’t mean that everyone did. Shouichi was certainly not a fan after today.

Other students began to filter in before the teacher finally arrived as the bell rang. The man took his time setting up, as usual. He was a large man who was originally from America, which is why he insisted students call him Mr. Grossberg, instead of Grossberg-sensei. He hemmed and hawed for few minutes, large grey moustache twitching as he did so. He opened his mouth to speak but the intercom crackled to life.

“Third-year Student Council President Gesso Byakuran speaking~ I have something very special that belongs to Shou-chan so Shou-chan should come pick it up in the meeting room♫”

Shouichi’s classmates tittered. He found it highly presumptive; he was hardly the only Shouichi. He swallowed and searched through his things to see if he was actually missing something of value.

“Why me?” He beseeched whatever deity might be listening. After careful rummaging he found that he was missing a CD. In particular, the CD that held a program he had been working on for several months. He was going to use it during the Robotics Competition that was coming up, he had a back up, but it only contained the skeleton of his work. He cursed. He had to go and fetch it which meant facing that guy. He stood up slowly and class began tittering all over again.

“Ah, the springtime of youth…like fresh lemons.”

Shouichi set his jaw. This is definitely the opposite!

-=-

The redhead stood outside the sliding doors, he was attempting to steel himself before entering. He took one last deep breath and then eased the door open. He glance around the room, half-expecting the President to jump him out of nowhere. He’d never been in the Student Council room, but it looked an awful lot like the teacher’s lounge.

There was a large rectangular table in the middle of the room, with some much smaller ones to the side. One decently sized couch, an impressive number of windows. A counter with a microwave and a sink, as well as a vending machine in the back. So this is what the school does with its money. Good to know…

“Hiya, Shou-chan~” Byakuran greeted sounding much too chipper for the redhead’s taste. He held up the CD in its case and grinned.

Shouichi glared, “Don’t call me that!”

“Oh? But it’s so cute, and cute things need cute names, ne?”

Shouichi pinched the bridge of his nose and counted backwards from ten, taking care to exhale nosily before saying, “Just give me my CD.”

“Maa, I’m afraid I can’t do that Shou-chan.” He responded and bounced from the balls of his feet to his heels and back. He had a cheeky grin plastered on his model-worthy face.

“Why the hell not?! I need that!” Shouichi argued. Automatically his hands clenched into fists, tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

“Huu, don’t you remember? Shou-chan said to stay away from him. So now you have to come to me~” Byakuran beamed. As if he was terribly clever.

Shouichi huffed in annoyance, and actually entered the room. He positioned himself next to the table, but opposite of Byakuran, “You can slide it across the table.”

Byakuran actually started to laugh, heartily. Shouichi frowned at him. Did he think this was some kind of game? A battle of words and wit?

“I guess if Shou-chan is so serious I have no choice~” He said and laid the disk down. Then he pushed it, only hard enough to move about six inches, “oh my, it seems sliding it won’t work after all~”

“Fine!” Shouichi relented, mostly because he didn’t want to miss anymore class over this stupid guy. He quickly made his way across, mentally arguing the pros and cons of punching the bubbly-pervert in the face after he got his CD back. In the end he decided ignoring him would probably be the better choice since he wouldn’t end up with a demerit.

His hand barely touched the case before Byakuran slid it in another direction, this time it went at least five or six feet.

“What the hell?!” Shouichi snarled, fixing Byakuran with a glare that might have intimidated a lesser man. Unfortunately, Byakuran remained largely unaffected. He took a step closer followed shortly by another until he was looming over Shouichi who bristled in response.

“I told you to stay away,” The redhead bit out, watching Byakuran warily and cautiously walking backwards.

“I know. I don’t really want to though~♪” Byakuran playfully countered as he forced Shouichi against the table.

“He-hey !” Shouichi squawked as he found himself being lifted, and then seated on the table. Byakuran nudged his legs apart and positioned himself in-between them. There was that oppressive feeling in the air, like things were speeding up and slowing down simultaneously. Byakuran leaned forward and kissed Shouichi’s neck. Instantly the air felt warmer, and Shouichi couldn’t refrain from closing his eyes and tossing his head back, inadvertently exposing more of neck, which Byakuran seemed more than happy to nip and suck and bite.

Shouichi felt Byakuran’s hands start to explore his body, running up and down his sides, underneath his shirt, across his abdomen, along his spine. He shuddered, his eyelids fluttering and going half-lidded. When Byakuran stopped kissing his neck, Shouichi glanced down. A moue of disappoint crossed his face for the briefest of instances and then…and then Byakuran brushed his lips against Shouichi’s. Surprisingly chaste at first but then with a smoldering hunger.

I should stop him…I don’t want this…why can’t I…?

Shouichi tried to keep his balanced and found that digging his nails into the wood table simply wasn’t going to cut it. His breath came out in short puffs whenever Byakuran pulled away. He could feel himself beginning to stir down there and suddenly he noticed Byakuran unbuttoning his shirt. His cheeks felt too warm. His skin too hot. And Byakuran’s cool fingers were evoking responses they had no right to. Shouichi looked away, he felt ashamed at himself. He didn’t understand why he gave in so easily, could it have been his lack of experience?

“Haa…han…haa,” He panted, practically in Byakuran’s ear, which was probably the last place he wanted to, but the white-haired teenager had started to undo his pants, and was palming him through his boxers.

Swish

“Byakuran-sama, I have the -”

All Shouichi could really see was the teal until he adjusted his glasses. Yep. It was the Vice-President and the look on his face couldn’t be described as anything other than contempt. Not towards ‘Byakuran-sama’ of course, but towards Shouichi who had never felt more mortified his entire life. If God struck him down the redhead would have been downright thankful. At least it broke whatever spell Byakuran had over him. With more alacrity than he knew he possessed he began fasten buttons, both on his pants and his shirt.

Byakuran grabbed his wrists, “There’s no need, Kikyo-kun can wait,” He purred.

Shouichi twitched…this guy…was something else. The redhead would admit he had a problem with his temper, there were enough comments about him being a ‘natural redhead’ for him to know, but this guy! Everything he did seemed to set Shouichi off, one way or another. But really? How could Byakuran just assume the reason Shouichi was stopping was for his sake, and that he would just continue?! Shouichi bared his teeth, wrenched his limbs free and punched Byakuran. Hard.

The room went still, and then Shouichi scrambled off the table. Byakuran touched his cheek, wincing reflexively, and then Kikyo was at his side. Shouichi continued on his way towards the door, keeping his eye on both of them but his face down.

“You brat!” Kikyo snarled and made to lunge at Shouichi who startled. Byakuran stuck his arm out, effectively blocking Kikyo. The Vice-president’s features were marred with confusion, but Byakuran didn’t seem to want to elaborate.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Shou-chan?” Byakuran asked and even after being punched he sounded playful. He strode over to the case and picked it up. Shouichi swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, his green eyes watching every movement the third-year student made. He was only slightly comforted by the baffled look on Kikyo’s face.

“You said you needed this, didn’t you? Well, you can come and get it. I promise, neither I nor Kikyo-kun will touch you,” Byakuran coaxed. Like Shouichi was some scared animal. The redhead’s upper lip curled in anger, he wasn’t afraid of Byakuran. Did the guy miss the part where he’d punched him in the face? His cheek was still red and tender-looking. Shouichi glowered as he marched over, his body more tense than he’d like, but he was fairly certain he didn’t look like a frightened mouse. He stopped about two feet short of them and held out his hand to take back his CD, steadfastly ignoring the waves of hatred radiating from Kikyo.

Byakuran pulled it away, causing a noise of indignation to escape from Shouichi’s throat.

“I want Shou-chan to give me something in return~ After all, I did find this CD, and I did let you punch me.”

Let me punch you?!

“And it’s really only one tiny thing~♪”

“What?” Shouichi growled, anxious to get it over with and never see this white-haired, violet-eyed, waste of human ever again.

“A kiss~” Byakuran sang, looking coy and sly all at once, he dangled the disk as incentive. Shouichi’s glare hardened.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me,” He seethed, but he knew exactly how little it meant to a guy like him. Byakuran tilted his head and chuckled.

“I won’t be doing the touching,” He pointed out. Shouichi glanced away, inadvertently catching a glimpse of outrage and possibly jealousy on Kikyo’s face. Shouichi took a deep breath. He’d gone this far, hadn’t he? And he really needed that CD back. He’d probably wasted far too much class time as it were, and if all it took was a little more Shouichi would just have to accept it.

“Does it matter where?” Shouichi managed to spit out. The whole thing left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Byakuran grinned and shook his head, “Shou-chan can kiss me wherever he wants.”

Shouichi was amazed that a person could look so absolutely delighted and smug. He took a reluctant step forward and then up on his tip-toes. He leaned in and snatched his disk. An expression of shock flitted across the President’s countenance as Shouichi began to pull away.

“Never,” he whispered in Byakuran’s ear with confidence.

essere continuato

-Omake-

“Byakuran-sama? Is it your cheek?” Kikyo asked, his surprisingly deep voice full of concern. His superior had turned away from him and seemed to be clutching his face. Byakuran straightened, and revealed that he was holding his nose. Shouichi had just been so…so…hot, as he walked away looking so self-assured and triumphant. Tiny smirk playing at his lips, his eyelids angled down ever-so-slightly, his sotto voce in Byakuran’s ear. Nothing short of sultry. And the fact that Shouichi probably hadn’t even been trying to be sensual, but defiant, made it even hotter.

“Byakuran-sama?” Kikyo repeated, drawing closer.

“Maa~ It’s just a nosebleed~♫”

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So, yeah, plot is basically lifted from Love is Like a Hurricane. Because I suck and have zero orginal ideas. Granted there are differences, but not enough for me to not give a credit to Tokiya Shimazaki. It's an entertaining manga if you're into smut. Lots of smut. I do intend to diverge from the manga, but this chapter, and probably the next one, are way too similar. If you have a problem, well, I'm confused because I wrote that the plot was stolen in the warning section. :/ Other stuff:

-Characterization: I always fail. I tried though, but I realize Shouichi is probably way off. Yay for fanfiction and the excuse of AU? ;_; Pointers are lovely?

-Plot: I really don't want to hear any comments about how it was rape. It was molestation, which, from what I've heard, is very common in Japanese Subway trains. For women, but whatever. Normally I don't care for fics were the seme rapes the uke and then they fall in love, but that's only for violent/where the uke clearly said no. For some reason when the uke is ambivalent/starts to participate/clearly enjoys it it's different. Plus this is 100 percent fanfiction. *is shot anyway* If you seriously disagree, I'm sorry, but I really don't want to hear it.

-Nella Tentazione = Into Temptation (At least that's what I was going for. My Italian is rubbish mostly...)

-I intend to continue, but if people really dislike it, because a) I'm a terrible writer, b) plot stealing is really, really painful c) characterization is painful, d) all of the above, e) other (and if you could note a,b,c,d or e that'd be helpful) then I'll remove this and discontinue.

-I am actually blushing at the fact that I wrote as much as I did, and for a long time wasn't sure if I should post, but then the last chapter (280) came out and I decided the world needed some happy!ByakuShou. Y/Y? Whelp I guess I'll get to try out my hand at lemon in short order...be worried

-I apprieciate your time, comments, and criticisms(unless it's about the quasi-noncon).  I hope you enjoyed it~ *runs off to crawl in cave where she clearly belongs for writting and posting this*
-Marvin Grossberg (c) Phoenix Wright

-Formating can bite me. Argh!

{Chapter Two}