A New Form of Dark (Mitsuki/open)

[Mitsuki Park]

She had somehow ended up in a position where she was straddling him. If she hadn't spent a night or two with Andrew, she would have been blushing like mad. But this was nothing new, and they weren't really doing anything anyway...however, caught up in her thoughts, she felt a sudden pull, and her head tilted backwards and she freaking growled at her stupidity for letting her mind slip like that. But of course, it wasn't too long after when she felt kisses on her neck. She knew that if she were sitting on his lap, and he was kissing her neck, then chances were, his body was extremely close to his. And so she leaned forward against him, her own body agonizingly pressing against his, left hand sliding down his chest, her right hand clawing his back.

"Admit it Mitsuki- you like it."

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be in this position, now would I-"

Her words got cut off when a sudden shock sent her back arching, and another flurry of kisses against her lower abdomen were placed against her. She reminded herself that they were still in a fight - the shock was enough proof. But this was more fun, wasn't it? She gripped his shoulders and would push him back with a full force, planning to slam his back against the ground. Her hands would then quickly grip onto his wrists and pin him down, before sliding her body lower just a bit so she would practically be laying on top of him. She lowered her head to the crook of his neck where she let out a hot breath, her teeth grazing the skin before letting her tongue soothe over it, all the while her nails digging rather painfully into his wrists.

She would bite him, and not soon after she would abruptly cut off all sexual activities with him and palm strike him right where his wind-pipe was, to get the air knocked out of him.

[Scene]

'Oh my- she IS an interesting one. So silent, meek, and calm. Then one moment she erupts in a torrent of horomones and sexual antics. I like her, and now i understand his reasoning.'

He felt his body pressed backwards, slamming his own spine into the cement. Of course, the skin on his back peeled only slightly, causing some light bleeding. The pain was beautiful, but the sudden pressure of her chest and body against his caused him to grin wickedly. She was playing his game now, adapting to the situation and having fun with it. They wouldnt be found- the chalk on the wall, should she happen to see, would be inexplicably gone. Her teeth on his skin made him crawl and bite his own lip. He loved it. Pure elation. He watched as her hand pulled back, but in the moment of gathering power he would cut off her vision with a rock- the hand she released would shoot between them and be holding a bead sized rock. He held it there for a moment to make sure she was watching.

Then he reached up and pressed his palms together, the stone in between them. He made a fist with his left hand and stuck two fingers in a small opening he made with his fingers, pulling out a rose.

"You win the fight. I will allow you to be School Captain."

If she accepted the rose he would punch her in the stomach, hopefully causing her to double over.

"Though we are not done here."

If she did double over, theyre lips would meet, and his tongue would slide carelessly over hers, his hands reaching about to unclasp the Kevlar Vest.

[Mitsuki Park]

She watched him intensely, trying to figure out what antics he was trying to pull now. But it wasn't antics that he was pulling. It was magic. Real magic? Probably not, but the fact that he was able to pull a rose out of no where - well, a pebble - surprised her, just as much as his words.

"You win the fight. I will allow you to be School Captain."

"Just like that, huh?" she asked, dropping her guard, which she shouldn't have done.

"Though we are not done here."

She accepted the rose, but was met with a solid punch to her gut, causing the young Asian to lurch forward, her lips being met with his. His tongue slipped against her lips precariously, his hands reaching at the bottom of the 'suit', tugging it in an upward direction to pull it off. She completely surrendered to his kiss and his touch, allowing him to peel off her 'sweater', which caused her tank top to fly up to reveal her stomach - but nothing other than that. Of course, the kiss would have to break momentarily for the kiss, but she would lean in against him, left hand clutching onto the top of his jeans, while her hand felt around the mask.

"I dislike how this mask gets in the way," she said in a grudging tone before bending her head to his neck, where she trailed kisses down to his collarbone.

She told herself that she shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong because she was so in love with Andrew Black. But the thing is, this guy reminded her so much of him, it was ridiculous. All the teasing, and when his voice turned into his...

Man, is this really appropriate to do at the library?

She positioned herself in such a way where her knee would once again be pressing against his groin. He took all her attacks, so she figured he liked pain - as sick and twisted as it was - as well as pleasure. So she lightly pressed her knee against him, then increased pressure, before pulling back completely, and repeated the process.

Hnph. They were soon to get caught, or so she figured.

[Scene]

He smiled, loving how this beautiful, shapely woman was so fond of him. It gave him a rise in the basement, as well as a flush in the face. Luckily for him, she couldn't see it, and he therefore had no problem with it happening. He pushed his right leg a little more out of the way, giving his nether-regions up as a perfect docking place for her knee. He let out a little groan, small and barely audible, when she placed her knee into it, pushing, giving the perfect mix of dull pain and harsh, warm excitement. He slid his hands up her body, taking the shirt with them, pulling it off without effort. He had to test the limits, so he knew where he could go and where he couldnt. He knew, in his head, that a certain part of him longed for what he was doing, but he had an iron grip on it, and there was no possibility of escape.

He nearly laughed, instead giving a broad grin.

He picked her up, slamming her body into the front desk, breaking off a large area where her back hit and resting her body on the opening. He leaned down, and kissed from the hollow of her collarbone to between her breasts, using both hands to scratch down her back as he did so. He didnt do it lightly- he did it rough, hard enough to be painful yet just the right amount to call on goosebumps. They slid around to the front of her pants, unbuckling them roughly with one hand while suddenly rubbing the sensitive area in between.

Oh yeah.

He went there.

[Mitsuki Park]

Her tank top was pulled off with ease, and Mitsuki found herself flushing. She was beginning to get paranoid; anyone could walk in on them, and she was worried if Andrew came back, he would be severely angered with her. Andrew, Andrew, Andrew... Kept slipping in and out of her mind. The more she progressed in this little act with this man, the more she felt as if she really were with Andrew again. His touch, so similar to that of Andrews. His way of teasing, his aggressive nature, all very similar to that of her lover. She felt herself being picked up with ease and slammed against a desk, nearly breaking it completely. But she didn't, and the space underneath her back proved to be useful to Scene, who scratched her painfully, to which she let out a moan. Pleasure and pain happen to mix fairly well together. And his kisses... Let's not get started on the kisses.

She gasped when she felt his hand rub a certain area of her body, though it wasn't as bad as she thought. He simply un-did her jeans, but he was still not in her pants - nor would he ever be. Even if Mitsuki knew that Scene and Andrew shared the same body, they did not share the same mind, and she would at least hold some loyalty to Andrew because she loved him, and would probably lust more for Andrew if he were placed in Scene's position.

Her shallow breathing grew harsh. Her hand took his right hand, the one he had been rubbing her with, and slid it up her body and over her breast. Covered by a bra, obviously, but she wouldn't be able to do what she wanted with his hand in the way. As for his hand that unzipped her jeans, she merely flung his hand away and, abruptly, pressed her lower body against his, grinding herself against him.

She realized that she still did not know his name...but she would ask him soon enough.

[Scene]

Unlike her, Scene enjoyed excitement. He enjoyed the thrill of public sex, of a possible encounter at any moment. Hell, if it happened, he would just wave a hand to tell them to leave. He began to curl his fingers against the area and, with the hand she flung away, reached around and smoothely unclipped her bra. He wouldnt pull it off, instead giving her the opportunity to keep it covering her body. She wouldnt have to reach up and grasp it, her chest would hold it up. But if she wanted it off she would have to take it off herself. Make herself a willing and knowing participant. He would, as he began to get truly involved and things began to get heated up, take a sudden, few steps back. He grinned at her, the bulge in his jeans more then obvious. He stared, breathing heavily.

"This was- rather unexpected i must admit."

"You see- i can feel you shudder under my touch . Mitsuki- don't fight what your body longes for. What my body longes for. You know you want it- so come and take it."

He said this because he knew her mind, knew what she was thinking. He could tell that she had a violent urge to do what she had only done with one other, but fought it with some small part of her mind. He said what he did to make a point- if she wanted to continue, she would need to instigate it once again. He would wait and stare, a small smile on his face.

[Mitsuki Park]

He released the clasp that held her bra together, but it stayed put on her chest, covering up what was necessary. She watched him pull away, breathing heavily, and Mitsuki sat up, arms supporting her. She tossed her head up and stared at the ceiling, her chest heaving as she tried to get herself pulled together. Though, granted, she looked pretty damn vulnerable and provocative in the pose she set herself in. Regardless, she figured the two were lucky to not have been walked in on. She was sure the desk cracking and backs slamming into things would cause the librarians or other students to come running - but students at 259 rarely come to the libraries, and the librarians...well, where are they, anyway?

"This was- rather unexpected i must admit. You see- i can feel you shudder under my touch . Mitsuki- don't fight what your body longes for. What my body longes for. You know you want it- so come and take it."

At that, Mitsuki arched her back and clasped her bra back together before standing up in front of Scene, topless. She picked up her tank top and pulled it over her head, and then approached Scene, arms slipping around his waist before she leaned in for a deep kiss. Of course, moments later, she would pull away. She pulled out a pen from her back pocket and started writing on his chest - a phone number. She made sure that the pen, while writing on his chest, would at least cause a little pain. Chances are, he already knew her number since he says he knows her so well...

"Give me a more private setting," she said, before lightly brushing her hand over his bulge.

She would grab her Rooster Suit and pull it on over her head as she left the library, not turning back.

She had her motives...

[Scene]

Scene watched, eyes trailing every course movement of her body. The flowing grace by which her muscles flexed and limbs adjusted. He analyzed her as she approached, looking over over without any circumstantial interest besides that which was already expressed. He breathed in through his teeth as she wrote on his flesh, the pain giving him a moment of continued addiction sation. She told him to give her a more private setting. This he could do. He never took his eyes frm her lithe body, his manhood flexing and jumping under her touch. He wanted her. He would have her. He bent over, picking something up from the ground and walking toward the wall he had drawn on earlier.

"Hey, Mitsuki, you forgot something."

When she turned back she would find the rose he had given her flying through the air, and where he had been standing would be a chalk drawing on the wall once more, the black having been gone a long time before.

This drawing, however, was different.

It was him, full scale, with her number in her handwriting written on his chest in color and scale.

Scene was nowhere to be found.