Title: School Tales: Summer Memoirs (2)

Rating: Hard R

Pairings: 1x2x1(main), 1 x M (for chapter)

Warnings: AU, Heero POV, bad language, mildly graphic lemon (of the hetero kind) *watches the readers scuttle away * Hehehe…oh and let’s not forget the angst.

Disclaimers: Main characters are properties of Bandai and Studio Sunrise. I make no money off them.

Summary: As the summer holidays gradually come to an end, Heero Yuy finally becomes a ‘man’…but at a rather costly price.

Summer Memoirs (2):

I believe it was Leo Tolstoy who once described boredom as the desire for desires. It doesn’t seem to make sense at first, but believe me after sitting in your room and staring at the ceiling for endless hours; every character in that sentence becomes a whole new meaning in itself.

It’s been a week since Duo called me and we had our little…role play. I haven’t been able to look at the outfit since I tucked it away underneath my bed. However, that still hasn’t stopped me from pleasuring myself each night to the image of a naked Duo – conveniently still stored in my camera phone. Although he hasn’t called, he has sent me an email simply telling me that he and his mother would be making a stop in Greece for the weekend. Damned if I’m not becoming envious. Duo’s literally making his rounds around Europe and here I am stuck in a country home in the middle of nowhere.

It has never been this boring before.

“Heero?! Are you still going to help me with dinner?”

“Yes, mother,” I reply in resignation as I push myself off the chair to make my way downstairs. The delicious smell of vegetable soup (my mom’s specialty), some noodles and smoking fish has me licking my lips in appreciation.

“Are we having company?” I ask slowly as I notice her bringing out the large tureen from a cabinet and the pile of fine china being stacked on the dining table.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” she begins with a sheepish look. Shaking my head slowly, while stealing a freshly baked breadstick to snack on, she shrugs and begins to stir the soup slowly. “Ah, well, it’s been a while since we had guests stay over, so I invited the Ogatas. You know them, don’t you? They have that lovely daughter Misa, who’s so cute and just perfect for you.”

I think the breadstick has gone down the wrong way.

“Here, drink some water,” she says shoving a cup within my trembling hand. Gulping it down quickly, I try to catch my breath, while staring at her incredulously.

“What do you mean perfect for me?” I ask. My voice sounds rather hoarse but that’s perfectly understandable considering the bombshell that almost had me choking to death.

“Don’t raise your voice and hand me that plate of hot spice beside you.”

I do as I’m told but I’m still feeling a bit panicked. There is no way in hell this is happening. First it had been Relena and now this! “Mother! What do you mean?”

“I mean, Heero you are about to head off to college in a few months…”

“I’m going to senior year in High School, mom,” I correct her tightly. “College is still years away.”

“No, college is next year and you will be attending whatever university Misa will be going to because she is an A student and smart and beautiful and will make the perfect wife for you.”

Wi…Wi…Wife?! I have the sudden image of Duo in a wedding gown but that’s not the issue right now. My life is about to go down the drain!

“Mom…”

“The spice, Heero,” my mother says firmly and I can already tell that this discussion is just about over and done with.

I like to think that I have the ability to control my emotions better than most people and I am quick to do so now. There’s going to be no use getting into another argument with her anyway. She’ll only drill the message deeper into my head until I feel like exploding. It’s happened before when I was in grade school I think. I had tried to join the school chorus (for some reason which I still don’t understand till today) but she had put her foot down refusing to allow any son of hers to become a choir boy.

“Instead of standing around doing nothing, how about making yourself useful by helping me chop the celery and making the salad, hmm?”

I try to glare at her, but she smiles back at me – a warm, genuine motion of her lips that has me thinking that perhaps all mothers have an inherent power to make their sons or husbands bow to their will at all costs. I begin to chop the vegetables as told, although my mind is anywhere but here at the moment. What do I do now? They had once hoped or thought that Relena and I would become a couple when we were both younger but since Relena showed her disinterest in being betrothed to me, my parents had reluctantly given up on that idea. How was I to know that they had been making even more plans to marry me off so quickly? What’s even worse is that I now have a plausible excuse for not wanting to be a girl. Unfortunately, the painful part of it all is that I cannot let my parents know about it.

As much as I love Duo, the reality is that our relationship is not acceptable to the public eye much less to my strict traditional upbringing.

“With that sigh it’s clear that you have something on your mind, Heero,” my mother suddenly says startling me from my musing. “Do you want to talk to me about it?”

I hate hiding secrets from my mother although I have done so in the past. I have always grown up perhaps assuming that she would discover them no matter how hard I try to hide them from her. I can’t help but wonder how her expression would change if I ever tell her about my relationship with Duo and that her son isn’t a virgin anymore… at least anally.

Ah fuck - definitely the wrong time to think of Duo’s cock penetrating my ass at this very moment…or to sprout an erection.

“I’ll go set this on the table,” I say quickly as I turn away to hide my discomfort. Placing the bowl of salad upon it, I can see my father already setting up his prized collection of rare and exotic coins as well as our family photo albums in the living room. I roll my eyes and shake my head slowly. Trust dad to pull out all the stops to impress his ‘future in-laws’.

“We have to hurry,” my mother says in effortless Japanese as she bustles out of the kitchen. “They are going to be here in less than an hour. Heero, try to look decent enough, okay? I really don’t like the baggy jeans and sweatshirts you tend to wear these days.”

“Ah…”

“Hurry up! And darling,” she continues as she turns to face my father. “Do you have those driveway lights installed…”

Knowing my time here is up; I trudge up to my room, frowning in thought while trying to figure out a way to get out of this. I could always run away and remain somewhere far from home until dinner’s over, but that would be cowardly of me, wouldn’t it? Besides, what could be the harm in just eating with them? It’s not like I have to like the girl or anything and if I’m lucky, she’ll have no interest in me as well. Of course wishing that she’s a lesbian is stretching my luck, but one can only hope, right?

I log into the internet hoping I can catch one of the guys online but to my disappointment none of them are available. I want to talk to someone…anyone about my dilemma – just to hear one of them say that it’s okay to feel this confused and worried about my feelings for Duo and this new predicament that faces me. Of course there’s the option of calling Duo himself, but who knows where he could be right now? Besides, the chance of me getting through is virtually impossible considering just how many miles he might be traveling with mommy dearest at this very moment.

Groaning weakly, I fall back to my bed and stare blankly at the ceiling as the eternal question begins to run through my mind over and over again.

Why me?

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My first impression of Misa is extremely favorable – don’t panic. I haven’t turned straight yet but I can see that she’s the kind of girl who can definitely make any gay man want to become heterosexual in an instant. She’s got a shapely figure that’s dressed in a simple black sleeveless gown revealing strong shoulders to my gaze. Her hair, long and quite straight and very black, falls to her waist. There’s no denying her features which clearly reflect her Japanese heritage. Her eyes are dark and quite intelligent but there’s a hint of something rather…mischievous about it. I find myself comparing it to the way Duo looks when he’s got something up his sleeve and that was more often than most.

“Heero? It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says in Japanese as she holds out her hand to me. Firm grip. I like that.

Seeing that everyone else seems to have ‘forgotten’ the English language for the time being, I smile warmly and respond in kind. “Misa…the pleasure is all mine.”

Seichi Ogata – Misa’s father – reminds me of a pit bull ready to attack at any second. His voice is loud and boisterous; enough to make my father, whom I have always thought rather loud, sound like he is whispering. Akiko Ogata – his wife – is no better. She too is loud, her laughter and voice quite shrill and piercing to the ears. She is petite in stature – about the same height as my mother. However, whereas my mother looks strong and healthy, Akiko has a paleness and delicacy that shows that she must not have done any hard work over the years. She and Seichi look ‘expensive’ and judging from the huge gift basket filled with exotic wines and delicacies, that they have brought for us, it’s clear that they are not afraid to show it either.

Misa and I exchange a look as we watch our parents hail each other the best way they know how – in other words regaling each other with tales of their youthful days.

“Real nut jobs, aren’t they?” Misa asks in a low whisper and I stare at her incredulously. There’s a cheeky smile on her face and I can tell that she’s had to deal with her parents’ nuances before. However, before I can think up some reply, my mother motions towards me.

“Heero, why don’t you show Misa to her bedroom and take up her bags as well, okay?”

I finally notice the medium-sized carry-all bag beside the front door and I nod slowly before picking it up carefully. My father and Seichi are already taking care of their bags while mother and Akiko head towards the kitchen to check on dinner. I have to lead Misa up the stairs and for some reason having her walk behind me is a bit unnerving. I feel like she is boring holes into my back with her stare and it’s all I can do not to trip and embarrass my self.

“Nice ass.”

“What?!” The bag almost falls to the floor as I spin around quickly to meet her innocent gaze. She stares back at me with a raised brow.

“What’s wrong?”

I blink and shake my head slowly. “No…nothing,” I reply lamely before walking up again – much quicker this time. Had I been hallucinating or hearing things? I think not. She had definitely said ‘nice ass’ to me and now…I think my fascination is slowly turning into worry. I can’t quite place my finger on what’s causing it, but it’s definitely there.

“This will be your room,” I say slowly as I push open the door to the guest room and turn on the lights. I see that mother has cleaned it up a bit and it looks rather nice with its light green and cream theme.

“And where’s your room?” Misa asks as she walks around the room with interest. She sits upon the bed, bounces a little and then lies on it with a heavy sigh. I look away before replying quickly.

“It’s two doors down…we should get back downstairs now,” I add now beginning to feel uncomfortable about this whole situation.

“Oh, I don’t feel like going down anymore,” she says as she stretches her arms above her head giving me a good view of just how well endowed she is…at least for an Asian girl. “It’s going to be so boring listening to them talk and talk…hey, I know! Let’s go to your room!”

“No, wait!” But like a gazelle, she’s already off the bed and bolting out of the room with me following in slight panic. Shit! Shit! Shit!! I hope I haven’t left anything obvious…especially the lingerie or I will never hear the end of it!

“Ooooh, very nice – all masculine and shit,” she croons and I wince at her language. Goodness, is this the girl they want me to marry? I can recognize that thick accent now. It’s Kansai and for those of you who don’t know what that means…consider it the ‘ghetto’ version of the Japanese language - like how Duo speaks when he’s really into the moment of whatever tale he’s spinning. Just who is this girl anyway? This is definitely not the Misa that had sounded so polite to my parents downstairs.

“Oooh, who’s this?” She holds up the picture of me and Duo and I can feel my cheeks coloring. “She’s cute.”

I blink and open up my mouth to say that she’s not a ‘she’ but a ‘he’ but decide against it. I can’t tell her that Duo’s my boyfriend. I just…can’t.

Forgive me, Duo. I think I have just insulted your masculinity.

“So you already have a girlfriend, huh?” She purses her lips into a pout and flings the picture to the bed. My immediate reaction is anger at that flippant action but I control myself quickly. “Is she good to you?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask coldly. My patience is really beginning to wear thin. “We have to go down now. I can’t say I appreciate you coming to my roo…mmphfff!”

Her lips against mine is such a shock that I barely resist as she pushes me onto the bed and then straddles me. I’m sure my eyes are as wide as saucers as she continues to stick her tongue down my throat while making low moans of pleasure. What’s even worse is that there’s a growing heat between my legs – no thanks to her grinding her damn hips against me. I squeeze my eyes shut and lift my hands to push her away, only to yelp (a bit stifled since her mouth is still over mine) as I felt a squeeze on my traitorous cock.

Dear god! Please make this stop or I swear I’ll do something I have never done to a girl before…and I don’t mean making out either.

“Heero? Misa? Come down now, you two! Dinner’s ready!”

My lashes fly open at the sound of my mother’s voice and that too (thankfully) seems to rouse Misa away from her molestation daze. She pulls away reluctantly with a low moan, giving my swollen lips a slow lick before sitting up and away from me.

“Damn it,” she mumbles as she rises to her feet to straighten up herself properly. “Why now?” She turns around to smile at me although my mind pictures it as a feral grin of conquest. “Ready to go now?” she asks. I nod numbly, getting to my feet slowly but ignore the offered hand.

“After you,” I somehow manage say, as I tuck in my shirt and run fingers through my hair quickly. I’m still shaking from the unexpected assault but one most compose oneself for the benefit of others. It’s like some unwritten law somewhere.

However, the stubborn girl has other plans for she slips her arm through mine and presses her body against me. I try to glare at her in irritation, but she meets my gaze with a determined look on her features. “Act cool,” she warns as she leads me out of my room. “I’m supposed to be the angel here, got it?”

Yes, I get it alright. We can’t afford to sully your pristine reputation, can we? However, I know she’s definitely no angel and guess what? I’m not much of a saint either. I can only sit back and relax and watch the events unfold before me like a really bad movie. Things are definitely going to get interesting from here on out.

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She’s a great actress. I’ll give her that much. Gone was the vixen that had appeared in my room upstairs and now the angel of all that was good sat across from me with a dazzling smile and sumptuous words of eloquence. She gave my parents even more of a reason to fall in love with her personality while her parents glowed with pride.

I feel sick…literally and so what do I do to relieve the knots of worry in my stomach? I stupidly reach for the bottle of wine that’s been eyeing me for the past half hour or so and give myself a silent toast before downing the glass quickly. It tastes great to be honest - a delicious blend of grapes and sweet cider. It pours down my throat so smoothly that before I know it, I’m asking for another glass. Normally, my parents (translated to mean mother) would have refused to allow me to drink anything of that nature, but tonight is a festive night and as all festive nights go, I am free to do as I please.

By my fourth glass, I can feel the slow churn in my stomach. It’s as if the wine is having a disagreement with the other things I had eaten earlier. I feel the world spinning before my eyes for a moment and I shake my head quickly to get rid of the fuzziness.

“Are you okay?” Someone asks and I can feel myself yelling – at least inside my head – for them to speak in goddamn English! We aren’t in Japan for crying out loud!

Fuck…this isn’t good.

“I’ll take him upstairs,” someone else says and I shake my head again, trying to tell them that I am perfectly fine. So what if the plates and cups seem to be floating in the air…or that my mother’s head seems to have grown two sizes bigger? I’m fine…honest, I am!

“Make sure he lies down…”

“Poor dear…”

“Must not be able to hold his liquor, now back in my day…”

Everyone…just…shut…the…fuck…up!

But I’m being led somewhere anyway and I can barely protest as the other annoying voices become farther and more distant to my ears. Whoever’s dragging me along mustn’t be very strong because he or she is panting with the exertion. I giggle and try to tell him or her how weak he or she is, but in a flash it’s all gone and I find myself halfway thrown on my bed like a sack of potatoes.

“Good grief,” the person says. “For a skinny guy, you sure are heavy.”

“Heeerrrvey…” I say with another giggle before giving a slight hiccup and allowing blissful darkness to take over me.

Yes, boys and girls, I am officially as drunk as I can possibly be.

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Duo…aah…Duo…your hands…so good…don’t stop…

I arch into the touch, my head still pounding with a headache. However, tiny jolts of pleasure interfere as I feel something warm and wet envelope my cock. I open up my eyes slowly – my lashes feel like they weigh a ton – and find myself staring at a shock of something black, bobbing up and down around my groin area. I try to sit up to see why Duo’s hair has changed its color but end up collapsing back to the bed as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. In mere seconds, I explode…and quite happily too I might add. I’m always pleased whenever Duo swallows me. Yes, I know it’s kind of disgusting in a way but to think that he is always so willing to taste me makes me so damn horny and needy. Like right now.

“Duo…” I mutter thickly, licking my lips as he slides up my body to press his against mine. Only problem is…

“When the hell did you get this soft…and why is your chest so…mmmmmm….” The taste of the lips against mine is quite different…but yet not. I’m getting confused and rightfully so as Duo leads my hand between his legs and towards something warm, moist and definitely not in the shape of a sausage.

“Duo,” I begin, but a part of my mind, which is slowly awakening realizes, that this isn’t my boyfriend at all. The panic button is a bit sluggish in responding at this time, thanks to my drinking binge earlier, but still – it’s enough to make me want to push the imposter off.

But damn if my cock isn’t cooperating with me.

I whimper as my fingers explore deeper and the person’s cry gets lost in my mouth as my straining cock begins to nudge against the warm opening.

Stop…stop this now! A part of me screams. But I’m too far gone to stop now. I can’t ‘turn it off’ - whatever this switch is – inside my brain. It’s like a rebellious side of me is awakening and asking me to question my sexuality all over again.

You have to do this, it says. You must establish your manhood but most importantly, you have to lose your virginity.

It does make sense after all. I am going on seventeen and it’s only natural that I should be with a girl at this time of my life…right? And so pushing away that tiny voice that pleads for me to rethink over my decision and to consider Duo’s feelings if he finds out…I close my eyes and bury myself into the pliant flesh with a soft grunt of pleasure.

Aaaah…congratulations Heero Yuy, for tonight, you have officially joined the Big Boys Club.

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It was over a bit too fast and as I lie here staring at the ceiling, a huge wave of disappointment and humiliation creeps over me. She’s snuggled against my body, her warm breath tickling my shoulder as she breathes softly. She had definitely been different and I still can’t help comparing the experience to being with Duo. She had been tight…but not as tight as Duo’s ass…which of course would make sense considering that it was a guy’s rear that was being violated. She was obviously not a virgin – something that’s still mildly annoying to me – because if she was, she would have bled a little, right? At least that’s what the books say.

Anyway, it was rather disappointing to say the least. I wasn’t sure of what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t the way she had cried out softly - merely five or six thrusts into her – before she collapsed on me in exhaustion. I hadn’t even come yet and I had to stroke myself to completion once I was sure she had dozed off.

I will have to wake her up in a few minutes and make her go back to her room though. It would never do to have our parents see us in bed already. I’m sure they still have hopes for both of us losing our virginities on our wedding night. So much for that fairytale ending.

Suddenly my cell phone rings and I am rudely jerked out of my reverie. I sit up quickly, my eyes widening in knowing horror, shame and worry – my heart pounding so hard and fast within my chest that I can barely breathe. It can only be one person calling me at this ungodly hour. Time zones were a mess and Duo isn’t one to make apologies for calling me whenever he feels like it. The phone continues to ring but I continue to stare blindly ahead of me perhaps hoping that it would stop and he’d give up.

Fuck…fuck! What do I say? How can I tell him just what I have done?

“Urgh…hello?”

What the…?

I turn to my left quickly, unable to believe what I’m seeing. But sure enough, Misa is awake…at least half-awake and is holding my phone to her ear.

“Helloooo?” she says again. “Who’s this? Who am I? Who are you? Wha…Du-oh? Heero? You want to speak to Heero? No…you don’t…ah…okay…I’ll tell him when he wakes up then…”

I dive for the phone and snatch it out of her hands, my voice sounding hoarse as I speak into it fervently. “Duo? Duo?! I can explain…Duo!”

“He hung up,” Misa observes with a small yawn as she stretches and snuggles back beneath the blanket. “He’s weird…sounded like he was pissed off about something…”

I check the caller id desperately, trying to call him back, needing to tell him that this was all a big mistake. However, to my dismay it simply says ‘unknown’ and no matter how many times I dial it – rather foolishly – it does not connect me anywhere.

Oh god…what have I done? How can I reach him now to let him know how sorry I am? That I didn’t mean to do this and that I hadn’t meant to hurt him. I hold my head in my hands, moaning helplessly. So this is how boyfriends or girlfriends feel after cheating on their significant others – a hollow, empty sick sensation that makes you want to throw up or perhaps punch something really hard. The summer vacation is coming to an end in less than three weeks and I have the sinking feeling that Duo’s not going to contact me again until the new school year begins.

“Mmm, come back to bed, Heero,” Misa mumbles and throws an arm across my waist. I eye the pale flesh dispassionately as reality comes crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.

Yes, I think I now know for a fact that I will never hear from Duo again until he walks into the school grounds as a senior student. Until then, I am going to have to live with this guilt that’s slowly beginning to eat me up inside.

~TBC~