In lack of Haruhi-icons, have some sexay Lelouch.


Anyway, my aunt and her boyfriend came by today. There was much sitting out on the veranda and talking. Cake and stuffs. x3 Too bad I don't like any of the cakes. I need to gain weight. My boobs are disappearing
It was all nice and fun until I happened to mention how my cat died the same year as Grandpa, and then they started talking about today being the 4th anniversary of him getting ill. And how come noone told me he had cancer?! D: Or that they thought that my Grandmother wouldn't live past last Easter?! D< WHAT IS THIS?! D: *fear*
Guhuuu. But she's doing so much better now, so I don't think anyone is very worried atm, thankfully D:

I like it when they ask about the book and things though. It's fun to be allowed to brag a little and see that they're impressed x3 I need that since I always feel so failed when they ask me what I'm doing >_<
On the other hand, I hate how everyone's all "You can't base your life on him blabla get over it."
I DON'T WANT TO OKAY? I'm ALMOST fine! I can live like this, kthxbai. D:
Urgh.

but all in all it was a nice visit. And now the sound on my computer is randomly working almost perfectly, as opposed to earlier today when I had to send a mail to Dell and ask about the price to have it repaired. Obviously I'll still need to do that, but for the time being I have sound at least >_<"

And then there was trash-tv night and aluminomnom. Altogether a fairly nice day, even though I slept until TWO THIRTY D<
And tomorrow I get to see Steffeeeen agaiiiiin *w*



Anyway, Espen pushed me into finally catching up with Haruhi, and I was inspired. I don't know Itsuki and Kyon as well as I want to, but it was a fun challenge x3
Porn under here:


Author's note: I'm no Haruhiist. But I got inspired. I like ItsuKyon, though my mind never makes up it's mind about who's on top. They're fun though, and this albeit being written in the middle of the night, was really fun to do. I have no idea if Itsuki can do things like what Kyon's suspecting here, but I took the liberty of mentioning it, just for some sort of explanation to the surrealness XD
I don't know the characters well, so I'm sorry if they're sort of OOC. D:
Guh, my layout makes this look so messy D:
Italics = phone

Warnings: Yaoi, anal, mindfuck, NC-17,
Pairing: ItsuKyon/KyonItsuki
Words: 2499
Disclaimer: I don't own, I make no profit. But I DO think this is plausible. xD

Surrealism

A light buzz cut through Kyon’s peaceful sleep, followed by a piercing ringing.
Without opening his eyes, he groaned, fumbling around on the mattress for the phone. He flipped it open and pressed the cell tiredly to his ear.
“Yeah?” he ground out, his voice rusty.
“Kyon?”
“Koizumi? What do you want?” Kyon growled sleepily, turning over on the side.
“Were you sleeping?” Itsuki asked.
“Yes,” Kyon hissed.
He thought he heard Itsuki chuckling on the other end.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yes.”
This was pointless, Kyon clutched the phone harder, and sighed.
“Koizumi,” he muttered, “May I ask why you’re calling me in the middle of the night?”
“You asked me to.”
“Huh?” Kyon blinked, beginning to feel really confused, “When have I ever-”
“Today, when you were griping about how Haruhi keeps calling you, I said I could call you instead, remember?”
Kyon groaned, slapping himself on the forehead.
“Yes but-”
“So here I am, calling you.”
Itsuki sounded like he was smiling in the other end.
“I never agreed,” Kyon mumbled, “And besides, no one told you to call me in the middle of the night!”
“Kyon…” Itsuki cooed in the other end, seemingly amused by the other boy’s growing annoyance, “You were sleeping, were you not?”
“I thought I just told you-”
“What are you wearing?”
Kyon was about to snap back at his classmate, but the words got stuck in his throat, he stuttered; “E-excuse me?!”
“What are you wearing right now?” Itsuki asked calmly, “It’s a hot night you know, you’re not wearing pajamas are you?”

That weirdo.
Kyon felt like hanging up on him, but for some reason he decided against it.
Something was definitely wrong here, especially since he couldn’t find it in himself to yell at the other boy and go back to sleep.
“No,” he finally growled, “I’m not wearing pajamas.”
“Hmm…” Itsuki’s voice came through the phone, “Then what are you wearing? Boxers, right?”
Of course, if he absolutely wanted to know, why hadn’t he just used his psychic powers to begin with? If he was an Esper he’d got to have those, right?
Kyon felt confused. It was way too late for musings like these.
“Is there a point to this call Koizumi?!” he demanded, “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious Kyon?” that teasing chuckle came again, “It’s what you humans call phonesex…”
“Wh-what?!” Kyon exclaimed, loud enough to make him fear he’d woken up the rest of the house.
“What? Isn’t this how it’s done?”
“…Koizumi? Have you lost your mind, or is this another Haruhi-situation? What did she do this time, and did it make you crazy?”
His voice was slightly shaky, he didn’t really know what to make of this.
“Not at all,” Itsuki carried on, “It’s merely phonesex.”
He said it so casually, leaving Kyon with no time to even think of a response before he continued, his voice calmed, like he wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing:
“You’re only wearing boxers, right? Well, what if I was there with you? If I ran my fingertips along your thighs, up towards your hips? And then slipped my hand inside of your boxers? What would you do, Kyon?”
Kyon was speechless. His first thought would usually have been that he’d punch Itsuki’s lights out, but it was like his mind had gone blank.
Though… not completely.
As the words left Itsuki’s mouth, and came through the phone; soft purrs of confident, absurd words, he could see the scenario before his inner eye.
He could clearly picture Itsuki there with him; and the boy’s slender fingers moving along his legs, fingertips brushing against his skin, now tanned from the summer sun.
He could clearly see the amused look on Itsuki’s face as he slipped his hand past the waistband of his boxers, moving his hand downwards.
And as Itsuki kept talking, it just continued to play out before his eyes; Kyon finding himself unable to hang up the phone, or even to ask if the other boy was using some sort of supernatural power to control him.
It was certainly possible.

The visions kept coming; Itsuki’s hand curiously exploring; gripping around him, his arousal growing.
He couldn’t help it. Even though he was by himself, with his one hand clutching the phone and the other laying flat on the mattress, the blood coursed through his body, awakening his erection as Itsuki’s voice continued to chant into his ear;
“Would you have liked it, if I started moving my hand? If I begun stroking you now?”
Kyon swallowed; his mind showing him Itsuki’s hand, gripping him, beginning to stroke him slowly; focused strokes, up and down, the pace increasing slightly.
He could see Itsuki’s face; his expression focused, but his eyes carrying an amused gleam as he stared at him, smiling slightly.
“Would you like that?” Itsuki asked in the other end of the phone.
Kyon shifted on the bed, continuing to listen to the flow of words in the other end; “And what if I sped up a little? If I moved my hand faster? Tightened my grip a little? Would that be nice, Kyon? Do you think you’d moan?”
A slight shiver, almost insignificant, shot up Kyon’s spine. His lips parted so make way for a breathless gasp.
He didn’t know why this was happening. His body was untouched, and it was all in his head, and yet… He felt lost.
“Hm,” Itsuki chuckled, “I guess that answers things, doesn’t it?”

That probably meant that he’d heard him, right? Though, had he made any noise at all? Kyon wondered.
Could it be that Itsuki was inside his head? Could he even do that?

“So… what if…” Itsuki continued, “Without stopping what my hand’s doing, I would lean over and kiss you? Let our lips meet gently, making room for our tongues to meet? Yours would brush over mine, the kiss would deepen…” he paused, “And then we’d part, and I’d move my lips to your neck. I’d kiss my way downwards, and then slowly lick my way up along your jugular. Would that be nice? Maybe I’d pause, breathe on your neck a little and watch your hairs standing, see the way your skin would bud underneath my breath?”
Kyon swallowed. His mouth felt dry.
“I could continue like that you know, kissing my way towards your ear, maybe nibble a little at your earlobe? Do you have sensitive ears Kyon?” his voice softened, “Would you enjoy it when I licked the shell of your ear and whispered into it, sort of like now?”
Absentmindedly, Kyon touched his fingers to his ear, feeling that slight shiver run through him again.
“And maybe,” Itsuki continued, “While I was doing that, I would pull your boxers down? Maybe I’d continue kissing your ear and your neck while moving my hands from your…cock,” he said it so casually, yet so teasingly, “and along your hips, towards your ass? I’d run them down along your legs, and maybe even slip one hand in-between them? Maybe I’d tease you, touching my fingers to the sensitive skin down there, letting them brush against your entrance?”
Kyon hardly noticed how his fingers were squeezing hard around the cell phone. He took notice of the aching bulge in his boxers, but at the same time it didn’t feel real.
The hot summer air was suffocating, and he was wondering if maybe he was hallucinating. At least his brain was, he figured, clinging to every one of Itsuki’s words:
“And if you liked that…If I got the right reactions, maybe I’d press gently, and try to slip them inside of you, wanting to watch you writhe in pleasure?”
His tone had changed now, but only barely.
“Or,” he stopped himself, “Could it be that you wouldn’t have enjoyed that? Maybe you’re too dominant?”
He made a sound like he was sucking on his own lip for a moment.
“Then…Do you want to do something to me?” he coaxed, “Maybe you’d like to fuck me, Kyon?”
Kyon bit himself in the lip. Itsuki’s words had stopped for a moment.
The world seemed to be standing still, and he had no idea what world he was even it anymore. And thought the other boy had stopped talking, he could see endless scenarios in his head, seemingly coming out of nowhere, yet seeming strangely familiar.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” Itsuki purred, sounding even more amused on the other end, “Would you like to push me up against the wall in the clubroom and force your knee in between my legs, to part them, rubbing up against me? Or would you prefer it to happen right there, on your bed? Strip me down slowly, spread my legs and kiss your way down? Would you like to tease me until I’m begging you to stop, and just take me?”

Briefly, Kyon thought he was coming to his senses, wondering if maybe Itsuki had been reading too many doujinshis or something, but he couldn’t make himself ask.
He became aware of the strain in his underwear, and how, as Itsuki’s words grew more intense, his tale spinning further, his own hand was beginning to roam; slowly sliding down his abdomen, towards his boxers.
While listening to Itsuki’s voice, he gave himself over to impulses; reaching inside to grab his own erection, ignoring his common sense, and just beginning to move his hand rhythmically, pressing the phone to his shoulder so he could continue to listen to the hypnotizing voice that came through it.
Just like Itsuki described, he saw himself on top of the other boy, positioned in between his legs; his lips brushing along Itsuki’s pale thighs. He saw his erection twitching impatiently, Itsuki’s eyes following his every move; glazing over with lust.
He could see the other boy tensing, hear his breath hitching in his throat as he slowly pressed inside of him, trying his best not to rush it. No matter how annoying Itsuki could be, and no matter how absurd the situation, even in his fantasies he didn’t want to hurt him. Or maybe it was because Itsuki was the one telling him the story?
He wasn’t sure, simply focused on the words that streamed into his ear, sending warm coils through his entire body, causing his erection to twitch and jump in his hand.
He sighed deeply, not minding that Itsuki would hear him. The other’s tone had changed again he noticed; his voice seemed thicker, more strained.

“And once you’re inside of me, and we’re both gasping for breath, anxious to continue,” Itsuki coaxed hoarsely on the phone, “I’ll wrap my legs around your waist, and urge you to move; accepting you deep inside of me.”
A hiss escaped Kyon’s lips.
“Can you feel it?” Itsuki asked, his voice heavy, “The warmth surrounding you? My muscles clenching around you?”
It was crazy, Kyon tried to convince himself, but he could’ve sworn that yes, he could. He gasped audibly, nodding.
“Hm,” Itsuki chuckled again, but it came off as more ragged this time, “I feel it too…Continue…”
Kyon nodded again, listening to Itsuki, taking a deep breath, before resuming his tale.
He saw himself thrusting deep into Itsuki, who was willingly accepting him, arching up against him.
Pale, thin fingers were sliding along his back, curling against his hot skin, as they moved together.
He could see Itsuki’s face twisting into pleasured expressions that were nothing like the fake smiles he was usually flashing.
He could feel him tightening around him. He felt Itsuki’s heartbeat against his own chest.
The other boy’s words became shorter, his speech faster.
It was often interrupted by small hisses or quiet groans, making Kyon’s insides twist.
“That’s p-perfect…” Itsuki chanted, “You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”
Kyon thought he heard a soft moan.
“Can you feel it? My body responding? Can you feel it begging you for more?” Itsuki hissed, Kyon nodding silently in response, his nails digging into his own thigh.
“And you’re determined to make me feel it as well, aren’t you?” the boy continued, his voice just as mesmerizing, “Your thrusts are getting harder, my legs tightening their grip on your body. We’re moving together, our bodies sticky with sweat. And you’re kissing me, biting me in the lip, urging me to move with you. You’re making me shake all over, can you feel that? From that bundle of nerves that you keep hitting and all the way out to the fingertips, you’re making me cringe with pleasure, and whisper into your ear, aren’t you?”
Kyon gasped into the phone, stroking himself faster, seeing everything happening in his head as Itsuki went along, his voice growing more desperate by the word.
“And…oh!” Itsuki finally let out a full-fledged moan, causing Kyon to moan out loud as well, thrusting into his hand.
Just as Itsuki was saying, he could see the other twisting underneath him, aching for release, his slim form pressing up against his own. He could see himself leaning down to suck on Itsuki’s pale neck as he focused his movements; thrusting even harder, deeper, causing the other to cry out.
He saw him, heard him as Itsuki cried out his name in the vision as well as over the phone, and was completely overcome with both surprise and pleasure as his mind went completely blank.
All he could see was himself burying himself to the hilt inside of Itsuki’s trembling body. He could hear his own breathing and feel the warm, sticky white flowing over his hand, but he wasn’t there.

Climbing down from the high, he heard Itsuki’s breath normalizing in the other end.
He wondered how much of what had been going on in his head had been real, or if Itsuki was just that good at storytelling. But he didn’t get the time to ask him.
“As I thought…” Itsuki smiled secretively into the phone, Well then, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night Kyon.”

Just like that he hung up.
It couldn’t get any more surreal than that. Kyon stared at the phone in his hand, and at the mess that was himself.
His head felt light and his body woozy.
And even though the voice on the phone was gone, the images were still floating in his head, and his body was still full of the impulses.
***

It wasn’t until a few days later, that Kyon was to be called up again, this time to be asked to come to the school, where he was to find out that they were stuck in some sort of timewarp, and that they had already been experiencing this summer vacation over 15,000 times.
Baffled, he stared over at Itsuki, who was smiling back at him.
It certainly explained some things...but…
He grit his teeth, glaring at his classmate.
“Koizumi…!”

****

yes, that was an attempt to tie it in with the actual storyline, I always find that hard, so I prefer AU. But in any case, I had lots of fun with this x'D

Edit: In light of my beloved getting into his school of choice, I dedicate this ficlet to espen_kun! n_n


Tonight I will go to bed early!!! @__@