Seiran Academy

Chapter 27



Minako sat up in bed the instant the door opened into their joint room. She had no fear, or drowsiness, in her eyes. Blue eyes locked on to the figure coming through the door, freezing him/her in his/her tracks. It was Belle, standing there in an outfit that was mostly trashy, especially for a guy dressed as a girl standards. Belle looked considerably peeved and slammed the door when she noticed that Minako’s eyes were glued to her.



“What?” she snapped rakishly.



“Where have you been?” Minako asked quietly. Not a voice of shyness, or backing down. It was a cold sort of quiet. The quiet of someone who has been overcome by so much emotion that coldness is all that is there, hanging upon every molecule.



“What the fuck does it matter?” Now it was Draco as he tore pulled of the blouse and skirt her wore to school and began pulling his hair up into a ponytail away from his face. Long hair. Hair too long to have just been grown for a year or two. Minako could sense the lies around her she was just unsure how much she wanted to delve into those depths of lies.



The silence between them grew and Draco snorted a derivative her way that she hardly heard. “I’m doing this because you all asked me to,” Minako snapped and turned her back to him and faced the wall.



“You’re a whore because we asked you too.” Draco’s voice was honey dipped in acid. “Do you realize how that makes you sound?” Silence. The room filled with it until it was a bubble dying to be burst. The sound that burst it was Minako’s covers being torn away from her and her body being dragged across the bed so that her hips met his, so that her legs spread and wrapped around him and her body was pressed against his hardness. “Fuck me.”



“No,” she snapped and fought to be released.



“Oh right, will you fuck me?” he now asked. He reached his arms across her body and slammed her into the mattress, holding her arms down so that the only way to fight him would be to squirm against him.



“No,” she snapped again.



“But I asked you,” he snarled. He tore her underwear away so smoothly she was unsure of his hand even moving off of her. She was tight and dry and still he slipped into her with an ease she never expected. Once inside of her though she was reacting. It was the anger that was suddenly heated by his desire. The coldness was melting and heating and what better way to work up one’s anger than by pressing against another person’s body?



He pushed her to the wall, so her back was against it. He kneeled on the bed and had her raised just enough so that she was touching no part of the bed. She was heating up and the coldness that was melting was causing the wetness between her legs to make things slick for Draco as he shoved harder inside of her. This was not unwanted, this was just anger. She was mad at him, for his words, for his lies. And still she was crying out with every pump, with every thrust of his hips. Her moans were loud, her cries of ecstasy reverberating off of the walls of the room. Draco covered her mouth with his lips, his tongue meeting hers, and it was all that was keeping her quiet. She felt his own moans and groans deep in her mouth as they met one another with passion.



She fell to the bed face first and he took his place behind her, lifting her ass up to meet him as he slid into her. He pushed into her pussy and she used the pillow as a muzzle. She cried into it, hugged onto it, and met his thrusts. He pushed deep into her, gripping her hips, long nails that belonged on a female digging into her skin. The pain had her nearly collapsing as the low shudder began. She tightened her pelvis around him, her whole body gripping tight now as he moved and she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her, her body arching into it. Draco was not finished with her, pumping deep into her, filling her with himself before finally releasing, filling her with him. He dropped down onto the small twin bed next to her and for a moment they stared at one another, breathless.



“Why is it every time we fuck it seems to be during some heightened emotion?” Minako asked.



She did not know why this caused him to stand and go back over to his bed. She seemed to have forgotten her anger in all of this, but he had held tightly onto hers.



“What is it?” she asked him, sitting up and conscious enough to start wrapping her blanket around herself.



There she was, to him, this surreal being of perfection. She was a golden angel amongst the dark dredges of the earth, men who were fighting for revenge, fighting out of hatred, using her as spite. She had been an object, a pawn in the larger game. He should not be feeling jealousy or anger. She was doing exactly what they had expected of her. Still, he wanted to throttle her. He wanted to cut off her air supply until she was limp and weak and helpless. He would have taken her again until she begged him to let her rest. He would prove to her that he was master. Just because he looked like a girl did not mean he always acted like one.



“Do you love your teacher?” Draco asked flatly.



“Thomas?” Minako watched Draco’s eyes not even flicker a bit of recognition. He stared unrelenting at her. What was the answer to that question? Surely she was not in love so much…



Wait, why was she trying to talk herself out of it? For years she had yearned for him, for him to touch her, to love her. She had admired him and loved him since that first moment he had showed her why she was not accomplishing perfection with her violin and placed his hands on hers. Why was she now convinced it was not love that she felt?



She looked at Draco and grudgingly knew that it was not him that was causing her heart to flutter. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “No, I’m not in love with Thomas.”



“But you are in love.”



“Why would you say that?”



“Because you can’t look at me.” Minako met Draco’s eyes and then quickly turned away. He was right, she was in love. Her whole body was flushed with this realization. She hated herself for it. She did not want to love him and still it had happened.



“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him about tonight,” Draco muttered and slipped into the bed comfortably.



Minako was left with herself and her thoughts once more and did not fall back asleep that particular night.