Seiran Academy

Chapter 16

“Minako, wake up.” Minako rolled over, ignoring the voice that was all-too familiar hanging above her.

“I don’t want to get up yet,” she growled. “It’s still dark, school doesn’t start for hours.”

“Minako, don’t be an idiot.” Wham! A pillow, that at three in the morning felt like a brick, slammed into her head and had her screeching awake before Draco’s hand fell over her mouth, and this was definitely Draco, no sign of Belle at all. His long hair was hidden beneath a cap that was made famous by French men and managed to look enticing on his head, his hands clad in leather gloves made for riding, the fingers and backs open, and his body in jeans, a shirt, and a vest. Minako would have drooled over the handsome man leaning over her if she was not so utterly confused.

“What are you doing in my room?” she hissed.

“Apparently trying to wake up your whole household,” he snapped. “With your screech you probably did so. Let’s get moving before your family comes in to check on you.”

“Where are we going?” Minako asked, but she did not hesitate to stand up and begin finding clothes. She was slipping out of her nightgown and into casual clothes without a second thought to the man in her room, and was unaware of the look he was giving her while her back was turned.

“Uh…” he stuttered for a second before catching himself, “Sage had a problem and couldn’t come get you, so I am now.”

“You mean he really was coming to-”

“We don’t have time to discuss this,” Draco snapped. He was well aware of the feet moving down the hall and coming towards the fancy bedroom. If he wasn’t in such a hurry he would have taken the time to call her a spoiled rich girl, but neither was in the mood. Instead he was pulling her towards the balcony and pushing her off before she could collect her surroundings. She slipped and fell onto a pile of blankets that Draco must have laid out before coming to grab her. The soft landing had her feet carrying her off and away from the mansion before Draco could even follow, his head twisting back and smiling ruefully at the step-father who opened the door just as Draco slipped off. The two were around the gates and out into the open before Daisuke could begin to alert security.

“You would think that with your father being a big bad politician his security would be better,” Draco commented, gripping her hand and pulling her forward at top speed.

“It’s top of the line,” Minako remarked. “Which makes me wonder about you.”

“Wonder later, run now.” They ran all of the way to the dingiest hotel room that Minako had ever seen, and in her disheveled state and his casual bad-boy clothing, it looked to everyone that was there at that early morning hour that the two teenagers were going there for one reason and one reason alone. Minako barely cared, she was so glad to be away from her ‘home’ that she would have slept in a hovel, which the room nearly appeared to be. It was nothing more than a queen-size bed, a small bathroom, and a television that only received two channels, infomercials and news.

“What happened to Sage?” Minako asked awkwardly, looking around the room and wondering if she should sit or just stand at the door awkwardly.

“He’s a bit tied up right now,” Draco said. He lay across the bed and for a moment she relished his masculine figure and wondered how he had ever fooled her into believing him female. “He called me and asked me to get you out, so I did.”

“Ah.”

“Oh don’t ‘ah’ me,” Draco snapped. He sat up in the bed and glared over at Minako. “You think because Sage asked me to that I so willingly got my ass up and got you, like, ‘hey, anything for Sage’ and you are now insulting yourself. If you didn’t mean shit to me I would have left you.”

“You might as well have,” Minako snapped. Why was she angry at him? He did nothing wrong but try to rescue her, but now she could not hold her tongue, it was all pouring out of her mouth too fast to pull back in. “He’s already done what he wanted to do.”

Sad eyes turned to Minako and a kind whisper came out of, “I’m sorry,” and it was more than Minako could bear. She began to tremble and fell to her knees, sobbing. Draco went to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to the bed and sitting her down while he soothed her the best he could. “Stop,” he demanded. “He is not worth crying over.”

“It hurts,” she sobbed. “I… I don’t want him near me again, but I want to be touched, I… I want to do it of my own accord, just once.” Draco’s surprise could not have been more so if an elephant had knocked on his door and asked for a spot of tea. Minako’s hands were slipping down his pants, grabbing a bulge she created quite easily and that had been off and on since he first saw her sleeping in that bed tonight. The polite thing to do would have been to stop her, but it was hard for a man to say no to a woman he wanted so badly he could already taste her.

“Minako,” was his biggest protest. Her lips fell on his and she was demanding of him. No, he didn’t want that bastards sloppy seconds, he wanted her when she was coherent. Why was he pulling her shirt over her head, why was he gripping her breasts and enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his hands? No, he was supposed to be pushing her down and telling her to sleep, he was supposed to be protecting her until Sage could be there to protect her, and instead he was rolling on top of her, his mouth meeting hers and the two of them sharing a passionate kiss that heated them from toes to head, both in his case. He shifted uncomfortably, the hard on growing as he bit the corner of her mouth and she only cried out in enjoyment.
His protests, however meek, started again when she literally ripped his shirt off of his body and forced her mouth to his chest, teasing his nipples and biting at them. “Minako, you don’t want this now.”

“Yes I do,” she murmured, all the while her hands pulling as best they could at his jeans. When he tried to push her back, to do the right thing, she was pushing him over, putting him on his back. Where had her clothes gone? She was now only clad in her bra and he did not remember taking them off, all he could think of was an overwhelming need to be inside of her, and she was making that possible.

She never finished with his jeans, they were to his knees, his boxers pushed down just enough, and she was sliding him in her, but she hesitated, only slightly. He did not realize that he was larger than the man who was usually inside of her and the friction was more than she was used to. It did not stop her from sliding his cock all of the way inside of her, though. She sat on him, her silken folds wrapped tightly around his hardness and if he was not more controlled he would have cum. His hands went up to her hair and gripped tightly, and she did the same to his long hair, the two of them gripping each other tightly while she rode him. She moved her hips with precision and practice, but her moans, her soft sweet sounds, told him she was enjoying this the way she had never enjoyed being on top of that other man. Draco knew, in the back of his mind, that if Sage had been the one to rescue her that it would be he that she was riding so perfectly, but that was hardly a concern in that moment. His only thought was faster, harder, more…

It was a moment Draco and Minako both enjoyed for what it was, a moment of blinded passion. Neither was committed to the other, she was just giving him what he had been asking for as long as he has known her. It was a mutual lust that came through and exploded in a few moments, entwining their limbs together and their lips hurrying over sensitive parts.

Nemesis was the one to catch the two of them, stepping into the dingy room and staring as she rode him before she sat back on his body, rocking on him as he filled her. She looked to the side and nearly screamed as she slide from Draco, making a mess as he finished leaking more onto her legs than in her. Draco covered his body with his clothes and knew he would need new ones after this mess. Nemesis stared in, watching Minako cover herself as swiftly as possible, though it mattered little now. He had seen all of her.

“Maybe I should have gone to rescue you,” Nemesis snarled. “Then I would have been the one being fucked.”

“Don’t act jealous,” Minako said flippantly, all the while trying to rearrange her top that her shaking hands kept putting on the wrong way.

“Of course I’m jealous,” Nemesis nearly spat. “My best friend just fucked the girl I wanted.”

“You told me you three all wanted to fuck me, so I was a contest to you, you lose,” Minako snapped back.

“Wait, stop Nemesis,” Draco said. He sat up and pushed off the bed. Nemesis stepped away from him, disgusted for two reasons, both apparent. “Look, I’m not going to say I’m sorry, you did make Minako some sort of prize, so get over it.”

“Whatever,” Nemesis snapped and slammed out of the room.

Draco turned back to Minako who brushed him off. “Go,” she said. “I have nowhere else to go.”

“I’ll be back,” he stated. He hesitated between giving her a quick kiss or just leaving. He had a feeling she would resent the kiss and so he just left her, though he resented leaving. Draco ran off to find his friend and left Minako with what she had done of her own accord.

Her thoughts instantly ran to Thomas, a man she had confessed to only a few days before. Suddenly her tryst with Draco is what made her ashamed and she sat on the bed and cried.