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Itsuki wished he could disappear into crowds.
As it was something made him easy to spot, or maybe the guy following him was just a good stalker. Thinking about it Itsuki figured that the guy was probably just that creepy. "There you are my cute little choo-choo!" Itsuki shrunk back from the leering face of… whatever the guys name was. Itsuki hadn't even played their team! How was he supposed to know?
"Why're you calling me that?" Itsuki questioned as he attempted to back away from his stalker. "Why're you following me? Why won't you go away?"
"Because you're cute!" The guy was suddenly right in front of him and Itsuki backpedaled quickly in alarm.
Unfortunately there was a couch and Itsuki fell right back into it. Luckily Itsuki didn't land on anyone, he would have wanted to crawl into a deep dark whole if he'd accidentally smashed someone. The pervert had taken the opportunity to plop himself into Itsuki's lap and press him back against the couch. Itsuki flushed bright red, whistling like a teakettle.
"How do you do that?" The guy wondered, stroking the bridge of Itsuki's nose. Itsuki twitched his head back and attempted to free his hands from where they were trapped under the stalkers legs.
"Ooh ho ho ho! Getting into it now are we!" Itsuki blinked, realized his hands were on the stalkers bottom, and froze. "Aw, c'mon. I mean, I usually only let Yuuji top, but I could make an exception for you cutie."
"W-who's Yuuji?" Itsuki questioned desperately, hoping to stall his tormentor. "What's topping? Why're you sitting on me? Please get off." His stalker though seized onto what Itsuki would have considered the least important question.
"What's topping you ask? Why it's the fine art of sexual penetration! I'm sure you're going to learn a lot about it tonight." The glasses on the stalker's face gleamed and he leaned in close. "Now, do you wanna be the conductor or the caboose Choo-choo-chan?"
"Hey, Itsuki." And suddenly the pervert was off his lap and far, far away from stealing Itsuki's first kiss. Itsuki took a few seconds to unfreeze his lungs and breath before he looked up at his rescuer. Bane was shifting between glancing worriedly at Itsuki to glaring darkly at the pervert. "This guy bothering you Ittchan?"
Itsuki really couldn't string together a complete sentence. He was still a little petrified, and Bane was also rather intimidating right now. Itsuki settled for nodding. Bane smirked, and Itsuki wasn't sure why that sent a warm tingle down his spine, and cracked his knuckles.
"Okay then." When Bane reached out to grab the pervert again though the slight form of the other man was missing, the other teenager having vanished into the crowd. "Damn." Bane flopped down onto the couch beside Ittchan, his arm carelessly laying along the back of the couch. Itsuki glanced at Bane's hand lightly resting on his shoulder then back to Bane.
"Bane-san? Why are you sitting next to me?" Itsuki couldn't tell in the dim lighting but he was pretty sure Bane was blushing now. "Are you blushing? Why are you blushing Bane-san?"
"Look." And Bane's arm dropped from the couch to circle Itsuki's shoulders, squeezing lightly. "You're kind of vulnerable Ittchan. So I'll be your bodyguard for tonight."
Itsuki blinked, confused. "Where's Davide?" Generally Bane watched Davide like a hawk, especially in social settings. Bane was always ready and willing to administer negative reinforcement whenever Davide made a pun.
"He's talking to some of the other second years. It'll be okay, I already told the wiry martial artist from Hyotei to hit him whenever he made a joke. The kid looked willing." Bane grinned when Itsuki let a small smile slip out. "There we go. Hey, that jerk hasn't been bothering you the whole party right? Because I'd have to make up for it if he has. Parties are supposed to be fun."
"No, I had some fun." Itsuki relaxed back into the couch, and also into Bane-san. "You're making up for him just fine Bane-san."
"Why're you calling me that?" Itsuki questioned as he attempted to back away from his stalker. "Why're you following me? Why won't you go away?"
"Because you're cute!" The guy was suddenly right in front of him and Itsuki backpedaled quickly in alarm.
Unfortunately there was a couch and Itsuki fell right back into it. Luckily Itsuki didn't land on anyone, he would have wanted to crawl into a deep dark whole if he'd accidentally smashed someone. The pervert had taken the opportunity to plop himself into Itsuki's lap and press him back against the couch. Itsuki flushed bright red, whistling like a teakettle.
"How do you do that?" The guy wondered, stroking the bridge of Itsuki's nose. Itsuki twitched his head back and attempted to free his hands from where they were trapped under the stalkers legs.
"Ooh ho ho ho! Getting into it now are we!" Itsuki blinked, realized his hands were on the stalkers bottom, and froze. "Aw, c'mon. I mean, I usually only let Yuuji top, but I could make an exception for you cutie."
"W-who's Yuuji?" Itsuki questioned desperately, hoping to stall his tormentor. "What's topping? Why're you sitting on me? Please get off." His stalker though seized onto what Itsuki would have considered the least important question.
"What's topping you ask? Why it's the fine art of sexual penetration! I'm sure you're going to learn a lot about it tonight." The glasses on the stalker's face gleamed and he leaned in close. "Now, do you wanna be the conductor or the caboose Choo-choo-chan?"
"Hey, Itsuki." And suddenly the pervert was off his lap and far, far away from stealing Itsuki's first kiss. Itsuki took a few seconds to unfreeze his lungs and breath before he looked up at his rescuer. Bane was shifting between glancing worriedly at Itsuki to glaring darkly at the pervert. "This guy bothering you Ittchan?"
Itsuki really couldn't string together a complete sentence. He was still a little petrified, and Bane was also rather intimidating right now. Itsuki settled for nodding. Bane smirked, and Itsuki wasn't sure why that sent a warm tingle down his spine, and cracked his knuckles.
"Okay then." When Bane reached out to grab the pervert again though the slight form of the other man was missing, the other teenager having vanished into the crowd. "Damn." Bane flopped down onto the couch beside Ittchan, his arm carelessly laying along the back of the couch. Itsuki glanced at Bane's hand lightly resting on his shoulder then back to Bane.
"Bane-san? Why are you sitting next to me?" Itsuki couldn't tell in the dim lighting but he was pretty sure Bane was blushing now. "Are you blushing? Why are you blushing Bane-san?"
"Look." And Bane's arm dropped from the couch to circle Itsuki's shoulders, squeezing lightly. "You're kind of vulnerable Ittchan. So I'll be your bodyguard for tonight."
Itsuki blinked, confused. "Where's Davide?" Generally Bane watched Davide like a hawk, especially in social settings. Bane was always ready and willing to administer negative reinforcement whenever Davide made a pun.
"He's talking to some of the other second years. It'll be okay, I already told the wiry martial artist from Hyotei to hit him whenever he made a joke. The kid looked willing." Bane grinned when Itsuki let a small smile slip out. "There we go. Hey, that jerk hasn't been bothering you the whole party right? Because I'd have to make up for it if he has. Parties are supposed to be fun."
"No, I had some fun." Itsuki relaxed back into the couch, and also into Bane-san. "You're making up for him just fine Bane-san."