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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gakuen_Heaven_2_~Double_Scramble~
  Relationship:
      Takato_Masatsugu/Asahina_Yuki
  Character:
      Asahina_Yuki, Takato_Masatsugu
  Additional Tags:
      Valentine's_Day, Crossdressing, Light_Bondage, Cosplay, High_School,
      Boarding_School
  Series:
      Part 4 of Rahenna's_Gakuen_Heaven_Oneshots
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-12 Words: 4374
****** You're My Idol ******
by Rahenna
Summary
     Inspired by the official GH2 Valentine's Day story on Twitter. After
     the student council finishes delivering chocolates while dressed in
     their cute outfits, Yuki heads to Takato's room for a bit of fun.
Notes
     Contains mild spoilers for Takato's route in Gakuen Heaven 2.
     If you want to know more about the Gakuen Heaven series, please visit
     my fansite for game translations and summaries:
     welcome_to_Heaven
Asahina. Before we go have dinner, why don't you join me in my room for a
while? Don't change out of your idol outfit. In fact, there's an extra piece
I'd like you to put on. It's in your bag.
That's what Takato-san had said, pulling me aside as soon as Kuya-san was out
of earshot. Then he'd rushed to catch up with Kuya-san, leaving me blushing as
I wondered just what he had tucked into my school bag. Since it was Takato-san,
it could have been anything. When I got back to my room and opened the bag, my
heart skipped a beat.
"T-T-Takato-san! You want me to wear this?"
But to be honest, just the thought of it made my heart pound, not with
nervousness, but anticipation.
I changed quickly and headed to Takato-san's room, praying that I wouldn't run
into any of my close friends on the way. My arms were stiff against my sides,
fingers gripping the hem of the short plaid skirt in a vain attempt to keep it
from rustling too much. It's not like it had gotten any shorter, but somehow
everything felt a little more dangerous. No, a lot more dangerous. At least I
didn't have to wobble around in heels inside the dorm. There's no way I would
have dared to brave the stairs in those while clinging desperately to my skirt.
W- Wait. Stairs? I looked up the stairwell in despair. Skirts and stairs didn't
mix. Even I knew that, having heard enough complaints from the girls in middle
school. And those girls probably weren't wearing--
"Hey, Ace! Wow, student council must be rough, you're still wearing that?" It
was Yonezawa-san from the light music appreciation group, coming down the
stairs and twirling one of his drumsticks between his fingers.
"Haha... y- yeah," I forced a laugh. "Um, you're off to practice now? Do your
best!"
"Right," he murmured, looking like he wanted to say something else, but then he
shook his head and dashed off. Was it just my imagination, or was his face a
little red?
Well, whatever. More importantly, the stairwell was deserted, and I took the
opportunity to rush up the steps to the third floor of the dorm. Takato-san's
room wasn't far from the stairs, and I hurried there before I was spotted by
anyone else.
Knock knock. "Takato-san, it's Asahina."
"Come in."
I pushed open the door and stepped inside, heart racing. The overhead lights
were off and the curtains were drawn, with only the desk lamp providing any
direct light. The warm orange light of the setting sun leaked in around and
under the curtains, adding to the soft glow. Just that was enough to make my
stomach tighten. A darkened room could mean only one thing.
As expected, Takato-san embraced me as soon as the door was safely shut and
locked behind me. Instead of kissing my mouth, his lips went to my ear. The
warmth of his breath made me shiver, and I braced myself for the wetness of his
tongue or a nip on the earlobe, but instead, a hot whisper filled my ear.
"Imagine the story of a young idol singer, a first year student named Asahina
Yukiko. She's incredibly talented and rockets to fame within mere weeks of her
debut. Before long, the fans are demanding more, they want to see Yuki-chan
show off her slim, boyish body, so she begins modeling. But that's not enough,
they want to see her in revealing swimsuits. Her manager refuses. After all,
Yuki-chan is completely flat-chested."
"T-Takato-san... you've put a lot of thought into this..."
"Shh, Asahina, you'll disturb the flow of the story." His fingers tickled
through my hair, and I sighed with the soft pleasure of it. "Anyway, the
pressure is too much for Yuki-chan, and she decides to quit the idol world
after a mere six months. Her fans don't know it, but her biggest live concert
will also be her last. And there's one fan who's been desperate to see her, who
has felt a deep connection to Yuki-chan ever since the first time they saw one
of her commercials. Oh, it's not an uncommon story, but this fan's reason for
adoring Yuki-chan is unique."
Takato-san's hands slid down my back, fingers tracing my spine, hands pausing
to squeeze my hips before continuing down. "That fan somehow understands that
Yuki-chan is just like them."
"Just like them?" My heart was pounding. I was sure Takato-san could feel it
against his own chest.
"Yes. That fan goes to the concert wearing a school uniform, not caring that
it's unfashionable with its long skirt and modest blouse. And afterward, in the
panic that Yuki-chan's announcement sparks, that fan somehow manages to get
into her dressing room. That's where they confront Yuki-chan. You're just like
me, Yuki-chan. I knew it from the start. Is that why you're quitting? Because
no one understands you? And the fan steps closer, intending to embrace Yuki-
chan, and somehow she can't move away because it's true. It's all true. And
they embrace, like this."
Takato-san squeezed me tight, tilting his hips forward. He was already hot. I
could feel that clearly through the thin layers of the cheap costumes, and I
made a little sound.
"Yes, just like that," Takato-san whispered, "they embrace, and just like that,
Yuki-chan understands. The girl holding her is actually a boy. And so is Yuki-
chan herself."
"Takato-san..." My face was red, but it wasn't just embarrassment.
"They kiss." His lips abandoned my ear and went to my mouth. My lips were
already parted in invitation, and I sucked at his tongue as he slipped it
inside. Takato-san's hand slipped lower, rubbing my butt through the silky
fabric of the skirt. The soft, smooth cloth felt surprisingly good against my
skin, and I moaned quietly, standing up on my toes so he could reach more
easily. With that encouragement, both of Takato-san's hands drifted down to my
butt, giving it a few firm squeezes in time to the movements of his tongue
against mine. I panted into his mouth, eyes squeezing shut even tighter as my
chest ached with want.
"Mmm, Asahina, you have such a nice, perky ass..."
"D- Don't say that..."
But secretly, I loved his direct, honest declarations, even if they were a bit
much.
Finally, one of his hands grasped the hem of the skirt, pushing it up to my
waist, exposing me. Takato-san's other hand caressed the smooth skin of my
backside that was taut with the effort of staying on tiptoe. It was strange, my
butt feeling cold and exposed while my legs were warm, almost completely
covered by the thigh-high stockings.
His mouth left mine just long enough to murmur, "So, you really did wear it..."
I wanted to say but it's so embarrassing, but my lips were captured again. My
face was hot, cheeks tingling as he gripped me firmly, using that grip to press
our hips closer. Takato-san wasn't just hot against me, he was also hard, and
his breath was already getting a bit shaky. My calves were starting to hurt,
feet trembling with the effort of staying on my toes for so long, and as if he
sensed my discomfort, Takato-san released me. His cheeks were stained red, eyes
slightly narrowed and lips parted as he looked down at me. I knew that lustful
stare, and what it meant.
I shivered, wanting it.
"Asahina," he murmured, low voice choked with lust, "come sit with me."
Takato-san pulled on my hand, leading me toward his bed. At that moment, I
would have followed him anywhere, so caught up in him. His hair, normally so
neat and sculpted, was messy from how I'd pulled and rubbed at him. Even his
glasses were tilted to one side, knocked loose by my hands. I loved seeing
Takato-san like that, mussed and imperfect, a bit out of control.
He sat at the edge of the bed and opened his arms. I straddled his lap without
hesitation, spreading my legs wide so I could slide as close as possible. For a
few minutes, we just held each other close, exploring each other with slow,
deep kisses as I wiggled on top of him, pressing our clothed erections
together.
But it wasn't long before one of Takato-san's hands slipped into the space
between us, shoving aside the rustling fabric of our skirts. His warm hand slid
over the satiny fabric of my underwear, a skimpy white thong that barely
covered anything. I was already spilling out of one side; the thong was meant
to lie flat against a girl's body, so there was no way it could even hope to
contain a man's. Takato-san's hand pushed the stretchy fabric aside, and he
gripped me firmly, thumb rubbing over the tip. I gasped, spine stiffening.
"You're already wet, Asahina."
"W- well..." My cheeks were so hot, I could feel the heat radiating from my
face.
Takato-san laughed, a quiet chuckle that came from deep in his throat. "Don't
be embarrassed, Asahina, it's the same for me." His hand abandoned me for a
moment, pushing up his own skirt so I could see. My eyes widened at the sight
of his hardness, also wrapped up in and barely contained by lace-trimmed satin.
There was a large, obvious damp spot on the fabric.
I closed my eyes with a shiver. If I kept looking, I would get so excited I
wouldn't be able to stand it. My heart was already thudding almost painfully in
my chest, and I couldn't quite catch my breath. So when I heard more rustling,
I knew that Takato-san was uncovering himself, but I didn't expect the shock of
his hand on my length, and the heat of something stiff against me.
Oh god, is he really...?
My eyes flew open on their own, and I stared down between us. Takato-san's
large hand was wrapped around us both, his long fingers just as hot as the dual
erections they enclosed. Just the sight of that, surrounded by the billowy
fabric of our skirts, was enough to make me twitch. Somehow that contradiction
of sights, obviously male with obviously female, made my heart race.
"T-Takato-san..."
"Is this fun, Asahina? Are you enjoying our cosplay?"
I couldn't answer, not with the way his hand was rubbing up and down like that,
pressing us together. I tried to say something, but all I could manage was a
groan. I opened my legs wider, ignoring the achy protest of my thighs, and
pushed myself closer.
"I guess that's a yes," Takato-san's voice was strained. "Asahina..."
He leaned in, intending to kiss me again, but I stopped him with one hand on
his chest. With the other, I reached up and awkwardly pulled off his glasses.
"I- It's easier... to kiss you..."
"Right," he breathed, taking the glasses with his free hand, pausing for just a
moment to lean over and set them on the nightstand. I blushed as I remembered
one of our very first times together. Takato-san's glasses had been left on the
bed, and I'd rolled over onto them without thinking, too caught up in passion
to realize I'd crushed the delicate rimless frames. Ever since then, we'd been
a little more careful, though there had been a few close calls.
I had a feeling that this time would be memorable for a much better reason.
"Mmm, Takato-san," I sighed into his mouth, my tongue mimicking the motion of
his hand, thrusting and rubbing. My hips were already moving in time with his
hand, not much, since my organ was trapped by his firm grip, but just enough to
squeeze out a bit of extra pleasure from each movement. We were both leaking,
the clear, sticky fluid becoming tacky in the dry indoor air, and a soft, wet
sound came from between us.
"Asahina," Takato-san twitched against me, "here, you take over."
He released us, and I sighed with something like relief. Takato-san grasped my
hand with sticky fingers, gently guiding it to our erections and pressing my
fingers around them. They didn't fit in my hand as well as they did in Takato-
san's, but we'd played this game enough times that I was used to gripping us
both at once. My eyelids fluttered as I rubbed. Somehow it was even more
intense when I was doing it myself, maybe because I couldn't deny my
involvement. This was something I did, something I wanted, not just something
that happened to my body.
I shivered again.
Takato-san's hands went to the hem of my loose shirt, sliding up and under. His
sticky hand caught on my skin as it moved, while the other glided over my body
without difficulty. Strong fingertips brushed over my nipples, and he smiled,
realizing they were already hard.
My breath caught in my throat, and my hand froze. "T-Takato-san..."
He met my eyes, expression almost pleading. "May I?"
I bit my lip. It was true that when Takato-san did what he wanted with my
nipples, it felt really good at the time, but I was always sore for about a day
afterward. Every time, I told myself I wouldn't let him get so carried away
again, and every time, I gave in anyway.
"Um... not too hard, okay?"
"I'll be careful," he promised, and I knew he meant it, even though I was sure
he'd end up getting a bit out of control again. He pinched them lightly, and
somehow it was like a shock running straight from my chest down to my groin. I
gasped.
"Don't stop," Takato-san murmured, moving his hips a little.
I made a small sound of assent and continued stroking us together, but it was
hard to concentrate with his fingers on my chest. Every time Takato-san
pinched, my hand stopped, and my eyes squeezed shut. Did it hurt, or did it
feel good? It was both at the same time, incredibly arousing though I knew I'd
end up regretting it the next day, when I'd have to wear my uniform again. One
particularly rough tweak made me gasp and pull away, and Takato-san pulled his
hands back, wrapping his arms around me instead.
"I'm sorry, Asahina, I just can't seem to help myself..."
"It's okay," I panted, "I don't really mind. It'll hurt tomorrow, though..."
"I'm sorry," he repeated, one hand rubbing my back, the other stroking my hair.
"I promised I wouldn't be so rough anymore..."
"It's okay," I sighed, reaching up to embrace him. I could feel the heat of his
skin through the light fabric of his costume top, and if I held my breath, I
imagined that I could hear his heartbeat. Or maybe I was feeling it more
directly, our lengths still pressed together even without my hand there to hold
them captive. I was getting really aroused. And Takato-san was too, voice
trembling subtly along with his hands as he petted my hair and whispered
breathy endearments.
I shifted in his lap, thighs aching from holding the awkward position for too
long. "Takato-san... I don't want to finish with just this..."
He nodded against my shoulder. "Me either." His voice was heavy with longing.
"Asahina, take off your underwear and lie back on the bed."
"Yeah," I agreed, climbing off his lap with shaky legs. I stripped off the tiny
thong and let it fall to the floor, but Takato-san stopped me when I grasped
the lacy top of one stocking.
"Just the underwear. Leave the rest."
I swallowed hard, cheeks darkening. "O-Okay..."
I got back onto the bed and stretched out, grateful to give my legs a few
moments of rest. I rested my head on his pillow, letting my eyes slip shut
while I breathed in the scent of his shampoo, fresh with a hint of citrus.
While I made myself comfortable, Takato-san stood and discarded his underpants
as well, and untied the pale blue scarf that was peeking out from under his
sailor collar. I opened my mouth to ask why he was getting undressed, but shut
it with a blush as I saw him turn and tuck a familiar bottle under the pillow.
And then he was on me, or rather, hovering over me, strong frame shadowing me
as he leaned close to kiss me. I reached up to embrace him, wanting him closer,
but he pulled back and shook his head, a naughty smile on his lips.
"Put your hands over your head, Asahina. Wrists together."
That's when I noticed the long strip of fabric in his hand. The blue scarf. My
heart skipped a beat, and I complied without hesitation. Takato-san made a
little sound of amusement.
"You're amazing, Asahina," he breathed, bending down to wind the scarf around
my wrists. I couldn't see, but I knew he finished it with an elegant bow; I'd
seen his work enough times to know that the care he took with it was a silent
expression of his love for me. Let me make you even more beautiful, Asahina,
he'd say, even as he bound me tight.
Tight. I flexed my wrists, testing my bonds.
"Is it too tight?" His hand was halfway to the bow as I shook my head.
"No, it's perfect. I'm just..." I closed my eyes, testing it again. "It feels
good..."
Just calling it good didn't express even a fraction of my feelings, but I
couldn't think of anything more complex right then, not in words. Good, and
safe, and close, and belonging, trusting, those were the impressions I had, but
my tongue wouldn't cooperate.
"I want you," was all I could manage, in a barely audible sigh.
"Yes," he agreed simply, "but open your eyes, Asahina. I want you to look at
me."
"Takato-san," I whispered, eyes fluttering open. "Please, hurry."
He didn't have to ask me to open my legs, or pick my knees up, letting my short
skirt gather around my hips. I didn't need those reminders. The sight of the
bottle of lube and the quiet, obscene sound it made when he squeezed some out
onto his fingers was more than enough. I watched him lift up his own skirt and
smooth it onto himself first, gritting his teeth, but I didn't bother holding
back a groan of anticipation. Takato-san's eyes met mine, and the shock of that
connection was enough to make me moan again, legs trembling.
His slickened fingers slid into me, finding almost no resistance. I couldn't
stop myself from closing my eyes as his fingers pushed deeper, testing me,
thrusting a few times in a pale imitation of how his heat would move inside me.
"You're incredibly loose already." He sounded surprised.
"Hurry," I half-groaned, half-whined, squeezing his fingers. "I can't wait any
longer."
"Nor I," he replied, pulling his fingers free. A moment later, he was on top of
me, strong arms supporting my shaky legs as he entered me with one powerful
thrust. I didn't bother trying to hold back a shuddering groan, or to hold my
body still. I arched up off the mattress just a little, trying to get closer.
Why had we left our costumes on? I wanted to feel his skin against mine, the
dampness of a fine sweat and the thud of his heartbeat. Instead, there was the
crinkle of cheap cloth as it slid over my skin, feeling almost rough against my
nipples, already tender from being pinched so roughly. That was also arousing
in its own way.
"Asahina," Takato-san panted at my ear.
Even that small stimulation was enough to make me gasp. "Hmm?"
He didn't say anything else. Maybe he didn't have anything to say, or maybe he
couldn't say anything. I could already feel him twitching inside me, and his
arms trembled.
I wanted to be closer. But with my wrists bound together, I couldn't grasp his
broad shoulders or use his body as leverage. All I could do was grip him,
inside, as if trying in vain to halt his energetic movements, in and out, over
and over. Maybe it was impossible. I wouldn't last much longer anyway.
But I wanted to hold him, just like he was desperately holding me, so tight
that it was hard to breathe. Or maybe that was the tightness in my chest
mirroring the tension in the pit of my stomach, the slow build of pleasure that
promised to be released soon. The plaid skirt fluttered around my hips with
each motion, doing absolutely nothing to hide my nakedness. I wrapped my legs
around Takato-san's back, pressing hard, probably too hard, but he never minded
if I accidentally bruised him in a moment of passion.
"Asahina," he growled, arms growing even tighter.
Arms. That was right, my arms weren't useless, even if they were joined. We
could be closer.
I moved my arms together, slipping them up and over Takato-san's head to settle
my wrists at the back of his neck. I wondered what the blue bow looked like
next to his hair like that, so similar to the one he already wore. And I hoped
I wasn't hurting him as I used that bit of leverage to pull myself closer,
arching up from the bed toward his heat.
"T-Takato-san... ah... harder..."
"Like this?"
My response was smothered by his lips and tongue as they stole my breath. I
couldn't quite breathe, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to be close, and to
feel good, to feel him inside, thrusting and twitching as I squeezed and flexed
around him. I felt almost lightheaded, overwhelmed by all of it, the familiar
heat and pressure plus the security of being gently restricted, coupled with
the rustle of strange, silky fabrics.
I couldn't stop myself from coming first, going rigid in his arms and falling
back against the pillow as my vision went white for several moments. Takato-san
was still supporting me with his steady arms, still thrusting deeper as my body
rippled around him, almost as if tempting him to give in. He didn't last much
longer, plunging in with one final thrust and holding there for what seemed
like forever, though I'm sure it was only a few seconds. I felt him twitch and
jerk inside me, filling me with heat as he moaned my name.
A minute later, and it was over. I was sprawled on the bed, panting, skirt
pushed up around my waist and leaving me fully exposed. Takato-san was beside
me, chest heaving and hands trembling as he untied the bow at my wrists and
unwound the long scarf.
As soon as my arms were free, I rolled onto my side and hugged him tight,
vision blurred with tears. "Takato-san, I..."
He petted my hair, fingertips warm against my scalp. "You don't have to cry
every time, Asahina." But his tone was fond, and he kissed my forehead.
"But... I can't help it," I sniffled. "Because, you always make me feel so
good... and I feel like I'm so close to your heart at times like this."
"You're too cute, Asahina." His hand stroked down my arm, pausing to grasp my
wrist loosely. "Was it okay? I didn't make it too tight, did I?"
"I told you, it was perfect. I... I like it... letting you take care of me like
this." My face was already hot, but I felt it growing even warmer. "I never
imagined I would like it."
"I'm glad you do, because I love it. But not as much as I love you, Asahina
Yukiko."
"H-Hey... I'm not..."
He laughed, rubbing my back. "I know that. Believe me, I know very well that
you are absolutely not a girl. But that was a very enjoyable diversion. We'll
have to borrow these outfits for a while. There's much more to Yuki-chan's
story." There was a wicked glint in Takato-san's eye. "And I never imagined
that skirts were so convenient. You don't even have to get undressed."
"Ehehe, don't say such embarrassing things..."
Takato-san pulled away, just a bit, and looked down at me. "It seems that Yuki-
chan's skirt has been soiled. What a naughty boy..."
I blushed. "W-Well, your blanket's a bit of a mess now too..." There was
definitely a damp spot beneath me. Or maybe that was my skirt as well.
"Mmm, well, we can clean that up later. Right now, we should get dressed and go
to dinner before anyone gets suspicious. It's unusual for you to show up to
dinner any later than this, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I sighed, reluctant to get up.
"Oh, but something occurs to me."
"What's that?"
"You don't have any clothes to change into. You wore the costume here. And you
can't go walking around in the dorm with that obvious stain on your skirt."
My face turned red. "W-W-What am I doing to do?"
Takato-san laughed and pressed a kiss to my pouting lips. "You can borrow my
bathrobe. It's a little big for you, but that'll be an advantage in this case."
"Whew," I sighed, "that should work. But..."
"But?"
I inched closer to Takato-san, hugging him close again. "I don't want to leave
just yet. I want to stay here with you a little longer. I feel so safe and warm
right now, I don't want this to end. So... please, hold me, Takato-san."
"Of course, Asahina. I'll hold you for as long as you like."
As we lay there, snuggled close in our rumpled and stained cosplay outfits, I
tried not to think about how we'd be separated soon. He'd have to go to India
after graduating, to assist his mother with her grand project. But I'd promised
myself that I wasn't going to cry. Takato-san was going to do something
important, something amazing that would help and maybe even save so many
people. I wouldn't be selfish. I would let him go with a smile.
But right now, I would hold him close and love him deeply. I would fill his
heart with enough love to sustain him while he was away.
It was all I could do, so it had to be enough.
"I love you, Takato-san."
                                                                        ~ end ~
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