Theater Club

Showing emotions... whenever I do something like that, I remind myself that letting your heart show is like signing your own death warrant.

That's what I Suzune Horikita thinks.

However, when it's your body that's talking... should you listen to it? Is it wise to let yourself be guided by something as primitive and animalistic as the desire to touch and be touched?

I didn't expect to be wondering about things like that so soon, let alone that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was to blame.

Suzune Horikita

We were forced to rush into a club because of a special test, the only things I had in mind were that the student council was out of the question, and that I didn't want anything that demanded too much of my body...

I was completely lost.

Until Satsuki Shinohara invited me to the drama club, it had never crossed my mind... in fact I wasn't even aware that it existed and the most bizarre thing about this whole unusual situation was Ayanokoiji signing up with me.

...♠♠♣♠♠...

We arrived 10 minutes before the scheduled time.

I headed for the changing rooms to get rid of most of my uniform, so I kept only my white tank top and skirt.

I feel my cell phone vibrate in my hand.

"Horikita-san, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, but the club's activities have been canceled due to some unforeseen circumstances, I'm sorry." — Satsuki Shinohara

Is this serious?

"Did you get the message?"

I ask Ayanokouji who has also changed sitting in one of the chairs in the front row.

He just nodded in response.

"What are you going to do?"

I didn't know... and I hadn't even read the script yet.

It all happened so quickly... but I decided to expose something that was making me very uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?"

One thing I'd learned during my time as a table neighbor to the expressionless boy in front of me was that...

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka never did anything by chance.

"I didn't have anything in mind so I decided I'd just follow you."

He replied in his typical monotone.

Did he really expect me to believe that? If he told me he just wanted to torment me, I'd believe him.

"And how exactly do you intend to act with that doll face?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Said the girl who has the same doll face as me."

I'm definitely more flexible than him on this point and yet I still felt insulted.

I just rolled my eyes and told myself that there was no point in stressing, and took a seat, leaving two seats between Ayanokouji and me.

"Let's at least read the script before we go"

As soon as I finished speaking, Ayanokouji took the seat next to me. He seemed to read the questioning in my eyes.

"I thought we were going to rehearse together, you're Celina, aren't you?"

I looked at the script and yes, I was Celina, which meant that Ayanokouji was Angelo...?

What a weird situation. I was beginning to regret it...

In silence we started reading the play, it's an interesting story...

Everything was going perfectly well, with just a few touches and sweet words, how did it turn into this?

"Horikita... why is your face all red?"

Ayanokouji asked, stepping closer so that our shoulders were touching. In a leap, I stood up to put a little distance between me and Ayanokouji, my heart felt like it was in every place, because I was suddenly very aware of our closeness and very aware that we were alone...

I looked at Ayanokouji, a mistake.

His brown eyes stared at me with a different intensity and with something else that I couldn't understand, could it be that Ayanokouji had reached the same point as me and was now thinking strange things?

No, no... no

This situation... the short notice and the romantic couple in the play.

"I think we've been set up"

I tried to sound calm, I swear I did, but in the end my voice betrayed me and came out a few tones higher.

"What are you talking about?"

Ayanokouji, who was almost always one or two steps ahead, seemed genuinely surprised by my hasty realization.

It wasn't that my line of thought had no basis in fact, after all, there were rumors about Ayanokouji and I having a romantic relationship, so maybe they were really trying to push the envelope, or maybe I was just being too paranoid and it was all just a big misunderstanding.

Whatever it was...

"Forget it, we'd better practice when everyone's here."

"And let them know that you're so bad that you can't get into character even when you're alone with a classmate?"

Suddenly Ayanokouji said something unexpected and I couldn't ignore the tone of defiance in that sentence.

"What?"

"Look, if you can't train exclusively with me as your 'closest' classmate, imagine what it's going to be like when everyone's here..."

Yes, I understand. But still... why did he of all people have to tell me that?

"We can start slowly, practicing your facial expressions for example."

"My expressions? Is that some kind of tasteless joke?"

Truth be told, Ayanokouji really could be quite inconvenient when he wanted to be, so why am I still listening?

Maybe because deep down I know he's right?

"Are you going to ignore the fact that you need me right now?"

No! Forget the part where he's right.

"Do you want to die?"

As if I would need someone like him.

"No, I'd rather live."

I couldn't help rolling my eyes, so annoying... but at the moment Ayanokouji was all I had...

I hate myself.

"It's going to be that scene, just before the... you know."

I said, looking away, no longer knowing if the red on my face came from my reluctance to give in or from humiliation.

He looked at me as if to ask 'Are you sure'?

...

"Let's go without the lines first, concentrate on the sensations, pretend that you're madly in love with me and that you want me at any cost."

"I'll kick you!"

He came closer until he was just a few centimeters from me, and I had to lift my chin a little to look him in the eye.

"Have you always been this tall?"

Only realizing this height difference was a bit... disorienting.

"That wasn't in the script... Let me know if you want me to stop. Close your eyes."

I obeyed very reluctantly.

I felt him touch a lock of my hair and follow the entire length. Then he took my right hand, and I lost my breath when his lips touched it, a delicate, warm kiss, but one that acted like a switch throughout my body, making me aware of every part of my exposed skin.

He made a burning path of kisses from my arm to my neck, I felt his warm breath, it was then that I realized that I was hot, he was hot and that I wanted to keep being touched, yet for some reason he stopped and pulled away.

I opened my eyes, my consciousness making its way through that merciless fog and... as if I had woken up from a dream, I came back to reality, my hands clenched into fists to avoid trying to reach him.

"We'd better stop here"

I allowed myself to look at Ayanokouji in front of me, completely composed, he... not even his breathing seemed irregular, his hands in his pockets.

Really?

For some reason his usual calmness made me feel angry and very irritated.

How could he? So annoying!

I went into the cabin where I'd changed and started putting on the clothes I'd taken off.

"Horikita I-"

Ayanokoiji called after me, half of his body appearing through the red curtain.

But the sound of footsteps interrupted him, and I panicked and just pulled Ayanokoiji into the cabin. I ended up pulling him too hard and we collided with the wall behind me with a loud thud, one of Kiyotaka's hands protecting my head and the other over my mouth to prevent a moan of pain from coming out.

"Did you hear that?"

An unfamiliar voice, muffled by the distance, reverberated.

The footsteps grew louder, we would be caught... my body tensed in anticipation, squeezed between Ayanokouji and the icy wall.

"There you are" Shinohara "I'm glad I came, we won't have any activities at the club today."

"What? Why?"

"I'll explain on the way, come on."

I allowed myself to breathe, relief flooding through me as I mentally thanked Shinohara.

My peace lasted less than a second, for when I took a deep breath my breasts grazed Kiyotaka's chest, the hot, electric shock coursed through my body and once again I found myself in that numb, thirsty state.

I looked at Kiyotaka's chest as he pulled his dress shirt up and down with the first two buttons undone, revealing a little of his skin bathed in the ruby light of the cabin, which gave him an almost unreal look.

Like a dream...

I want to touch him...

As there wasn't much space left between us, looking into his eyes I slowly slid my hand down his abdomen, the same one he had kissed moments before, the memory making my whole body shiver, Kiyotaka closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine, I could feel his body stiffening with every inch I covered, having his body react to me like that gave me an almost intoxicating feeling of power...

I'm doing this to him.

I wonder what's happening to me, what's happening to Ayanokouji right now and better still, what's happening to us? Why does he keep standing still and letting me touch him like this?

I tried to find an answer, but I couldn't concentrate on anything but what or rather who I was touching...

Finally, my fingers slid across the soft, exposed skin, a hoarse, restrained sigh came from Kiyotaka's already open lips, electric shocks coursing through my body from the point of contact to the tips of my toes.

My heart was racing and my breathing was ragged, I don't know why I was like this, I just felt that the only one capable of making it stop or get worse at the moment was Ayanokoiuji, well at least that's what my intuition said.

Ayanokouji's lips looked so soft and attractive, how had I never noticed that before?

"Let me know if you want me to stop"

That was my only warning before I stood on my tiptoes, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards me.

Kiyotaka's lips were intoxicating, soft and electric.

Kissing Ayanokouji was like injecting adrenaline straight into his veins.

Devastating...

But something seemed out of place.

I pulled back, my body trembling, and that's when I noticed the veins on his arms and his white fingertips against the wall behind me.

He was holding back.

"There's no need to hold back," my voice came out as a hoarse, muffled whisper, "I'm not made of glass," I concluded, looking into his eyes.

A moment of doubt passed before his dark, monotonous gaze was replaced by a fiery, magnetic glow.

He quickly closed the distance by wrapping one of his arms around me and the other held my chin.

"Open your mouth", still in a daze, I obeyed, my heart beating like crazy.

I didn't see, I only felt the moment when he glued his mouth to mine, his tongue invading... no, claiming mine. I could barely keep up with his frantic, desperate pace, as if he'd been waiting for this for a long time. My nipples were tingling against my brast, my blood rushing through my veins like washing, making me feel as if the heat would melt my bones at any moment.

Ayanokouji left my lips and I almost collapsed, but Kiyotaka supported me with one leg between mine, touching the most sensitive and moist area of my body.

A needy moan climbed up my throat before I could cover my mouth, Kiyotaka grabbed my trembling hand and kissed it, a dark and dangerous glint dancing in his eyes, I bit my lower lip as self-punishment.

He moved his supporting leg and I thought I was going to explode, indistinct sounds wanted to come out but I clamped my lips shut tightly and looked at Kiyotaka in fury.

"Yo-" the words died on my lips as Kiyotaka clamped his mouth around my neck, sucking and kissing me, leaving a trail of destruction wherever he went, it was impossible not to squirm and the more I tried not to move, the more that area was stimulated, causing sensations and reactions in my body, in my mind and in me that were impossible to explain or put into words, I wanted to scratch him, I wanted to make him suffer?

I took my hands out of his silky brown hair and started working on the buttons of his shirt.

He stopped and I wanted to scream at him NOT TO STOP.

Kiyotaka pulled away a little without interrupting the contact and grabbed my shirt.

A mutual consensus passed between us, 'one piece of clothing for another. That's what we decided.

So at the same time as Ayanokoiji ripped my blouse, I destroyed the last remaining buttons, he got rid of his shirt and I got rid of my bra and the tatters of my tank top.

He stopped as soon as he saw my completely naked torso, I couldn't face him, my face was on fire and my exposed skin burned under his intense gaze.

"Look at me like you're madly in love and want me at any cost"

His voice, devoid of its usual monotonous tone, hit me like a punch in the stomach making me lose my breath and inflaming those feelings even more.

What does he mean by that? I can stop here and now... but do I really want to?

I must be crazy.

I gathered all my strength and looked at Kiyotaka, whatever he saw in my eyes made him flinch, probably in shock.

I myself couldn't believe what I was doing.

We closed the distance once again, but now we were sure that neither of us wanted to stop. Not until it was all over.

So I decided to put all rationality and uncertainty aside and just let my own body dictate the rules.

We became a frantic, desperate mess, possessing, seeking, taking and punishing.

I scratched his back until I drew blood while Kiyotaka worked on my breasts, no matter what he did the need for more only increased and the heat and wetness between my legs kept rising and rising in peaks every time he nibbled or sucked on a nipple, making me wonder if this was some new kind of torture.

"K-kiyotaka" his name left my lips like a wail, "I need..." a plea.

"What do you need?" His hoarse voice and ragged breathing in my ear sent a shiver down my spine, making me squirm and my stomach clench.

He---- hatred.

"Here" I hid my face in the hollow of his neck as I guided his hand to the neediest part of my body.

Between my legs.

The hoarse sigh that left his throat when he felt my panties totally soaked made my whole body shudder.

In one swift movement Kiyotaka got rid of it and I think I heard the sound of fabric tearing, probably my panties had suffered the same fate as my shirt.

Kiyotaka touched me methodically as if he were analyzing me and closed his eyes tightly while I covered my mouth trying to make as little noise as possible.

Then he began to move his fingers in earnest, each touch and slide sending waves of heat and pleasure throughout my body, awakening sensations I didn't even know existed. Not satisfied, he inserted two fingers, so suddenly and without any warning that I grabbed his shoulders tightly in search of support while a moan of pain and pleasure from my core made its way out, but before it could come out Ayanokoiji covered my mouth with his, swallowing that sound I didn't know I was capable of producing.

With each new thrust I was pushed to the edge of a precipice and then a third finger joined in, stretching me and making me sore, I bit Kiyotaka's lip and clung to him like a lifeline.

My thoughts shattering... and my flesh clinging to my bones hard enough to break them and my body tensing and reaching for his, I had already fallen, I was suspended only by a thin rope about to break and I wanted to fall... and then...

Nothing...

I opened my eyes, missing the warmth, and found brown eyes with dilated lungs staring at me, their breathing as irregular as mine.

The obvious question on my face was "why did you stop?"

I followed the direction of his eyes to the bulge in his pants, swallowed dryly and with unsteady steps helped him get rid of the bottom of his clothes, I looked at him, I don't have any other sizes to use as a comparison, but that was definitely too big and showed a glint of prey at its tip.

I once wondered if Ayanokouji was a normal boy, and the answer is a big, bright NO.

"Suzune, don't look at him like he's something from another world."

He called me by my first name... a few minutes in a theater booth did more for our relationship than months of joint cooperation.

"If you keep tensing up like that, you won't be able to receive me."

It was a warning that sounded more like a threat.

"You wouldn't do that," I replied in a threatening tone.

Kiyotaka tried to get up, but I grabbed his waist with my legs and wrapped my arms around his neck. It was a reflex and it scared me.

"I won't let you get away," I whispered. I can't believe what I'm saying and doing, in fact I don't even recognize my own voice.

"Me run away? Suzune, you're the one who's scared."

The almost obscene way Kiyotaka pronounced my name made my heart pound in a different way.

His limbs pressed against my entrance, making my whole body shiver, a needy moan left my lips.

"That word doesn't exist in my vocabulary," I replied, my blood boiling with irritation or excitement. It didn't matter anymore, I just wanted to prove him wrong and so without much thought I pushed my body against his, taking in his entire length and girth in one go.

A mistake. The pain that accompanied my irresponsible action almost dismounted me, I grabbed Kiyotaka's hair and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.

It was all his fault.

Why did my first time have to be with him?

Kiyotaka grabbed my hair, pulling me so that he could look me in the eye, and then sealed our lips.

Unlike the others, this one was calm and slow, making the knot in my stomach fall apart and allowing my body to adapt to his like a perfect fit.

And only then did he start to move.

Each thrust sending devastating waves throughout my body, I followed his movements in search of synchronicity, like in an erotic dance.

Kiyotaka held one of my cunts so tightly that he was sure to leave a mark.

And again my body began to tighten, every muscle squeezing my bones, preparing for something...

"K-kiyotaka... I..." I begged... I what? Something was happening, but even after that moment I wouldn't know how to explain it, only that I was on the edge...

I was balancing between pleasure and madness, my thoughts crumbling and my body liquefying at the same time as Kiyotaka shuddered on top of me, entwining his free hand in mine and kissing me fiercely. The rope snapped and we reached the apex, collapsing breathless and totally lost.

My skin still burned, my heart was pounding as if I'd just run a marathon and hot liquid was trickling down my trembling legs.

Kiyotaka's uneven breathing beside me cleared some of the stupor and I realized where we were.

What had I just done? Worse, who have I just done it with?

No, no, no...

"Kiyotaka" I called out, and he looked at me, his eyes still misty, for some reason that made me feel ashamed and I looked away with my face on fire, then I realized how stupid that was and turned to face him.

His eyes stared at me mockingly as if to ask

"Really? This now?"

"We need to go... and clean it up."

He just nodded, got up and got dressed and I remained on the floor, Ayanokouji realized that I hadn't moved and stopped before buttoning the remaining buttons on his shirt.

"Can you get up?"

"..."

"I can carry you-"

"No!" I said hurriedly, I have a reputation to uphold, that's what I wanted to say "I can walk on my own" gathering all my strength and trying to make my legs stop shaking and obey me.

With a lot of effort, I managed to stand on my own two feet. I felt proud of myself, I didn't think I could do it... my joy only lasted until I gave the first push and my legs gave way as if they had turned to jelly.

"I thought I could walk on my own," Kiyotaka said in a ridiculous immigration of me, and I felt my face heat up with shame and anger, and I glared at him.

But I couldn't break free of his grip, because it was either that or the ground.

"Forgive me for disappointing you, big-butt-kun," I replied, using my most ironic tone.

And for a brief second, the corners of Kiyotaka's lips lifted into a small smile.

...PROLOGUE...

Kiyotaka

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket, it was a message.

"I hope you keep what you promised me, Ayanokouji-kun, because it's been very difficult to keep people away from the theater for so long." - Shinohara.

I hung up the phone and looked at a very angry Suzune walking ahead of me.

After we'd finished cleaning up the place, most of it done by me. Obviously.

Horikita unfortunately couldn't find her panties and now believed that I had ripped them off and thrown them in the trash along with her tattered T-shirt and a used condom, which luckily she didn't ask why I had one or how I had gotten it.

What Suzune never imagined, just as it never crossed my mind that she would go through with it, was that I had kept proof of our 'crime', just in case she tried to pretend it never happened.

"In the end, you needed me too much," I whispered close to Suzune's ear. I could see her body shudder and her cheeks turn a violent shade of bright red before she tried to hit me, but I was already far away and she couldn't run

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