.::Poisoned {Fuji Shusuke}::.

Shusuke Fuji just had something, a way that he wasn’t even aware of, with women. He just magically got them, or rather, captured them and their hearts. ________, ________ was no acceptation to this fact, or rather, law.

Except, she was close to him. She was a friend of the Fuji brothers and of their older sister for some time now. And with every smile he gave her, even the fake ones, her heart broke just a little more. Like he was poison to her. With every look he gave a little more, a bit larger of a dose, and it was all building up in her heart. One day, she knew, she’d snap. And she did.

One day he walked her after a long day of school and she was waiting for a kiss on the front door. Nope. Just that usual, fake smile. That’s when she cracked and she jumped him, mashing her lips to his forcefully. “What took you so long?’ he asked when she pulled away. “I thought you’d never snap.” She kissed him again, leading him inside to the couch.

There was the cure, just for it all to begin again.

.::Guns {Marui Bunta}::.

It was just a normal weekend day at the Marui residence, Bunta and his girlfriend were sitting out side on the grass where they munched on watermelon and occasionally go for a swim -- they were in their bathing suits.

Bunta popped a bubble and kept watching as his girl attempted to climb up a tree. She fell again, hadn’t even managed to get up on the first limb. “You’re so weak, ________.” he teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him and the turned her attention back to the barked menace. “If you’re so strong then why don’t you just pick me up and set me up there?”

“I don’t feel like it.” he explained. Yeah right.

“Look!” she suddenly pointed out to the road where some stranger, a man with major muscle-age, walked down the street. “Look at the guns on the guy! I bet he could lift me!”

“Psh! That’s nothing! Besides, didn’t I just tell you that I could lift you if I wanted to?”

“Not specifically.”

“You want proof?” he asked, “Here.” Bunta smirked, flexing his biceps as much as he could. “Boom! Boom! Thunder and lightning! Fire power!”

She fell to the ground with laughter, “Whatever. That’s not fire power, that’s a match!”

.::Scrapyard {Atobe Keigo}::.

She stepped out of the dressing room, the silk red dress cut up one leg so high that it showed the corner of her lacy, black panties underneath. It was so sexy that it was almost trashy, like she’d come straight from the scrap yard.

“Keigo…” she pouted, “I don’t like this one. It makes me feel dirty…”

Atobe smirked and rose from the leather couch. His hands slipped around her waist and he nuzzled his face into her collarbone, chuckles filling her ears. “Nonsense, ________. It’s perfect for date night. Besides, its not like you’ll be wearing it too terribly long.”

.::Rock {Kabaji Takahiro}::.

________, ________ had never really had too much of an interest it the broad-shouldered Takahiro Kabaji until that one day. That one day her dumb-ass friends decided that it would be oh-so-funny to shove her off the top stairs of Hyotei’s third floor. The day she swore she’d die at the bottom.

But, luckily for her, death by “Blunt Force Head Trauma” was not on her list of things to do, at least, not by destinies standards. Oh no, it had something completely different in mind.

When she fell, instead of her head meeting the cold, hard floor, she fell into the tall, quiet Kabaji who happened to be passing by at that very instant. He caught her easily, and he didn’t even flinch when she ran into him! For a moment she was paralyzed by the feel of him, his body, under that goddamned school uniform he wore, but then she finally pulled away, bowed, and apologized for falling on him. Then when he left --

“I want that shirt off. NOW.”

.::Innuendo {Yushi Oshitari}::.

It was a hot, hot summer day at the ________ residence. Not to mention the air conditioner was broken…

Oshitari Yushi puffed out hot air, fanning himself with his hand and sending dirty looks at the girl across from him. The girl her was supposed to be visiting but was instead being tortured by. “Why can’t we just go back to my house, again?” he asked.

“Because we always go to your house! I wanna hang out here, at my house, for once!”

“Well, you could’ve at least given me a heads up about the air conditioner being broken, ________…”

She rose to her feet, Yushi sending her looks of confusion, and left. Moments later she returned with two popsicles in hand, one red, one yellow. “Stop being such a baby, Oshitari.” she handed him the red popsicle and slid the yellow one into her mouth, relishing the coolness. When she sat down she noticed the latter boy staring, smirking, at her. “What?”

“Is it good?” She nodded slowly, obviously not understanding him, and pushed the cold treat further into her mouth. “Your mouth sure is big…”

She finally caught on. “Shut up.

.::One {Sengoku Kiyosumi}::.

“Sengoku, senpai?” she called out to the Irish-Japanese boy. He turned and smiled when he saw her adorable face.

“Hm? Yes, ________?”

“You’re not too good with the women, are you?” she asked. For a second he gave her a look that said, are-you-just-now-catching-on-to-that? But he quickly smiled at her instead, saying something along the line of ‘what are you talking about?’ or ‘where are you going with this?’ “So, with that being said, you are ‘lucky’

but you never ‘get lucky’, right?”

His smiled dropped. “First of all, why are you asking that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just feel like it.” she says. What an explanation…

“Well, if you really want to know…. Not necessarily, no, it doesn’t mean that.”

She looked shocked for a moment but kept watching him intently, for an answer. “How?”

“Sometimes…” he smirks, shoving his hands into his pockets, “It’s just me, myself, and I.” She stopped walking, made a choked sound of embarrassment, and watched as he kept walking.

“Good to know you have experience!”

.::Train Wreck {Ryou Shishido}::.

The pain, oh, the pain. She woke up, head throbbing, hips throbbing worse. Her vision was blurry and uncertain. Needless to say, she was a train wreck. A naked train wreck, she discovered.

She groaned and shifted her legs slightly and the sheets pooled around her hips. “Sleep well?” came a sleepy voice.

She whipped her head quickly to find Shishido laying next to her, his head propped up with his hand and elbow, and his wonderful chest bare and exposed. Everything else was…down in the covers basically. “Ryou --” But she stopped mid-sentence because her own, loud voice brought sharp pain to her head. “What happened?” she whispered to him.

“Well, you wanted to play poker, which Ohtori turned into Strip Poker. You got drunk, lost, I brought you up to give you some clothes since you ‘misplaced’ your’s and…it pretty much took off from there.” he was smirking -- just a little -- you noted and it upset you very much.

“Why are you so happy?”

A low chuckle filled her ears, filling her with a feeling of content, a joy. “You seemed to enjoy it last night and here you are, whining when you came on to me.”

“When I was drunk.”

“Ah? So does that mean you didn’t like it?”

“I don’t remember it!”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“Shishido!”

.::Screwdriver {Jin Akutsu}::.

“Aw, come on, Jin! One drink won’t hurt!” she held up the Screwdriver cocktail in her hand, the yellowish liquid sloshing around the rim of the cup and threatening to spill over at any second.

He scowled. “You’ll get drunk.”

“So? You smoke!” There was no response to that…

* * *

Cups later, there were nice glass cups, plastic cups and, well, bottles of vodka and orange juice in places they should never be and the two teens lay on the couch, Jin shirtless for some, unknown reason, and she was loving it. Loving the feel of his chest, the ripples, mounds of muscle, and his pale skin under her touch. She giggled as she hit a sensitive spot on his stomach and he flinched, groaning silently. Jin was practicly passed out, his head hanging back on the couch and rolling back-and-forth, mutters of pleasure escaping his lips every-so-often.

One of his arms, originally hanging over the back of the couch, flopped down and snaked around her waist. Her tender, sticky-from-alcohol lips slid down his neck and he groaned.

Suddenly, in a rush of excitement the drunken boy slammed her into the couch, a large peak rising beneath his jeans. “________, quick fucking with me and fuck me!” he demanded, smashing his lips to hers.

.::Bite {Kaoru Kaido}::.

Kaoru Kaido pushed her up against the wall of the boy’s tennis locker room, sighing his snake-like sigh as he did so. She shivered under him, feeling his hot breath rushed upon her neck whilst he took in he scent. “K-Kaido-kun…we can’t…not here.”

Was that her best excuse?

He gazed down at her, lust boiling over even in his eyes. “No one will see…”

See, it wasn’t to say that she didn’t like Kaido, because she liked him very much, and it wasn’t to say that she was scared of him, because she wasn’t. At the same time, it wasn’t to say that she was never intimidated by him, because she was. Even at this every moment.

Kaido was large, tall, and muscular. What would a small, fragile girl like her do if he got a little to rowdy? She had no clue… Which was why she was a little nervous at that moment.

He kissed down her neck and then up, finally placing a long, passionate, lust-filled kiss upon her lips. “What’s wrong, ________? I don’t bite.” he kissed her again. “I promise.”

.::Gluttony {Ryoma Echizen}::.

He moaned, loudly, under the older girl. “S-senpai…ah, senpai…” this is the kind of thing that happens when someone gets a parfait to go…

The cold vanilla ice cream slipped down his bare chest, followed by her hot tongue, leaving glistening trails in it’s wake. A strawberry strayed from the rest of the mix, tickling his stomach before being captured and brought into her mouth.

“Does it feel good, Ryoma?” She tightened her grip on his wrists, held securely above his head with her right arm, and roamed his cold, wet chest with the other. He tugged a pulled for freedom, but she was stronger and bigger and straddled him so that his legs could serve no purpose other than flailing. He groaned again, saliva dripping from his opened mouth and down his chin. His tongue wriggled inside his mouth for attention. “Do you like this?”

“Ahh, ________-senpai!” He pulled up with his elbows, his back arched sharply, tears of pleasure welled in his eyes. In a split moment, when her grip loosened just a bit, Ryoma flipped her over and pinned her to the bed. He huffed and puffed, licking his lips, pressed his vanilla flavored chest into her covered breasts, and whispered. “Mada mada dane.”

“Ah? Then show me how it’s done, Echizen.”

He covered her mouth with his own.

.::Lonely Hearts Club {Yushi Oshitari}::.

“Oooh, oooooh, oooooooooh.” he whimpered in the empty classroom.

“Oshitari-senpai? Oshitari-senpai, what are you doing?” He looked up from the desk in the back, looking like he’d been crying--fake crying. “Why aren’t you at tennis? Won’t Atobe be upset?

“Ah, ________-chan…it’s you…hello…” he wiped away tears, or what may have been nothing, she couldn’t tell all the way from the doorway. “No, tennis was canceled, so it’s just me, here in my own club…”

“You have a club?”

“Yes. I call it the Lonely Hearts Club…” She deadpanned at the name.

“Would you feel better if I joined, Oshitari-senpai?”

“Ah, but, ________-chan…if you join then there’ll be no need for the club.” One couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable pout he made. She walked over and pat him lightly on the head, running her fingers through his blue locks. “Then again,” frown turning to a smirk, Oshitari reached around her waist and pulled her gently into his lap. “then again, I do have some ideas for the club…ideas that can’t be completed alone.”

He kissed her and pulled her close, then pulled away, licking his lips. “Mmm, I like this club, Oshitari-senpai…”

.::Peaches {Niou Masaharu}::.

Peaches were a very good food--a very naughty food. Not fresh peaches, oh no, processed peaches. One, meaning you, could argue that processed peaches were possibly the most stimulating food ever to be created by man.

You peeled off the aluminum cover of the plastic container and jabbed your spoon into the wet mess, bringing a good spoon-full into your mouth, eyeing your friend sitting across from you. You did not chew rapidly, like most normal people would have done, instead playing with the wet, slimy chunks with your tongue. One of the unlucky chunks was mashed to the roof of your mouth to force more juice out. An unnoticeable shiver of pleasure jolted down your spine. He sat there, quietly, behaving for once in his life like a civilized person--which was admittedly quite annoying simply because he was not one to act in such a manor. But still, you stared intensely at the silver haired boy allowing your eyes to trace his features over and over and over and--

“What?” Niou asked with a glance up from him bento box.

“Nothing…” Swallowing, you took and even bigger spoon full into your mouth to indulge in the wonderful wetness the juice and fantasies brought along with the feeling of something slick and spluttering in your mouth. A strong smirk over came your lips, your foot raising under the table to perch on the area of his seat between his open legs, just by his crotch. “Nothing at all.”

Peaches are so good.

.::Zip {Akaya Kirihara}::.

“Ne, Akaya-san, what took you so long?” she whirled around in her swiveling desk chair as said boy reentered her bedroom.

“Sorry. Hey, the soap in your bathroom smells really good!” The look on his face caused her to erupt into giggles. “Ah, quit laughing ________-senpai!”

“I’m sorry, Akaya-san, you’re just so adorable sometimes!” She turned around in the chair again to face the English textbook on the desk, “Alright, lets start with the basic introductions again--” and suddenly she whipped her head to look at him so quickly that her neck popped in defiance.

“Sure, hey, did I ever mention that I hate English--” Akaya was interrupted by her giggles once again. “Why the hell you do keep doing that?!”

“Ne, Akaya-san, it’s so funny!”

“What is?!”

“You!”

“How?!”

After composing herself she looked at him seriously, he noted, she was a little red. “Your fly is down…” Akaya looked down quickly and groaned in frustration. With all the intention to fix it he reached down, but was stopped when she grabbed a hold of his wrists. Confusion filled his face as she muttered some words in English to him.

“What?”

“I said, Akaya-san, you’re so cute, and that there’s no need to do that.” she licked the cloth near the left pocket. “It’ll only get in the way.”

He flushed. “__-________-senpai…”

.::Skinny Jeans {Taichi Dan}::.

There are three kinds of people in the world; people who look damn hot in skinny jeans, people who look tolerable in skinny jeans, and people that should never even look at skinny jeans (Sanada…). As fate would have it, Dan Taichi, whom was already the most adorable, irresistible, smexiest little dude in all of Yamabuki, was in the first group.

It happened to be, when both the guy’s and the girl’s tennis team Regulars decided on a lunch outing one Saturday afternoon, Dan showed up in black skinny jeans and a black and green shirt, his green head band slipping off as per usual. Having been her favorite piece of eye candy for some time previous to the event, she was threatened with the possibility of a nose bleed as soon as she laid eyes on him.

“________-senpai!” Dan waved happy at the sight of his second favorite person in the world, she waved back, half-frozen in place. For one of the few times ever Dan left Jin’s side and approached the flustered girl in somewhat a run.

“H-hi, Dan-kun. H-how are you?” that’s right, Dan was a year younger than ________, but was it really so wrong to like a guy, even if they’re younger?

At the sight of her reddening face, Dan rose to the tip of is toes and pressed his hand to her forehead. “Ne, are you alright, senpai? You’re all red! You’re not sick are you?”

“N-no!” she squeaked, reeling back at his touch, “I-I’m fine!”

Pulling away, he sighed and began to follow the others as they left for their table. “Ok…”

“Ne, Sengoku-kun, when did he get those?” she asked, leaning against said boy’s shoulder dreamily--her nose still had to be held for precautionary reasons. Sengoku chuckled as he followed her line of sight.

“You pervert.”

Suddenly, though defiantly too far away to over hear the two’s conversation, Dan turned and looked back at her, watching for a moment, and then smirked lightly. He was Dan Taichi after all, not too suited for smirking, so it was more of a teasing smile. “Come on, ________-senpai. Come sit next to me.”

He turned and walked towards the table, sitting next to Jin and then holding the seat on his other side by swinging one of his feet up into the cushion, still smirking--smiling--over at her. Sengoku choked in shock--apparently not knowing how dirty his little kohai could be.

“Oh, god…” she whispered while her voice rose in pitch and her eyes widened and more blush flooded her cheeks, “I can’t wait to get those jeans off of him.”

.::Lighter {Asuma Sarutobi}::.



“________! ________!” Asuma cried out, digging his hands around in drawers and couch cushions. “________, where are you?!”

His fiancée, ________, finally called back to him from the bed room. “What?!”

“Have you seen my lighter? I can’t find it!” he crawled around on the floor a little, looking under tables and chairs, digging through cabinets and even the fridge. When no reply came he decided to go up to the bedroom to see what was keeping her.

As soon as he walked in the door he came across candles galore, all lit, and the first thing that ran through his mind was, Did she use my lighter for this?
 And then he saw her, sitting on the bed in lacy lingerie and a smirk. Then he saw what he wanted: the lighter! She waved it around and with her pampered fingers and then dropped it into her panties. “Come get it, big boy.”

Asuma cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

.::Sloth {Shikamaru Nara}::.



“Wake up.” she called out. “Shikamaru, wake up. Wake up damn it!” Her hand made hard contact with the back of the face-planted boy’s head.

“Wha~?” Shikamaru drawled, one of his hands waving her off.

His girlfriend of eight months, ________, perched her hands on her hips and scowled down at him, “Get up. You have to go meet with Ino and Choji.” She listened to her boyfriend groan again.

Honestly, though, she was doing everything in her power to keep from pouncing on the naked chunin. Shikamaru had always been too lazy to put his boxers back on after sex. Especially when the sex was good. Good enough to put him into a sleeping coma.

________ smacked him again. “Uuuugh.” Shikamaru turned his head and looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. “Who died and made you boss?” he slurred.

“Your mom.” she hissed, “You know damn well that your mom told me to look after you while she and your father were gone, Shika. Now get off your lazy ass and get dressed!”

There was a long pause until, “I have a proposition.”

Oh, this was going to be good.

“We have sex, and then I’ll get up.” ________ scoffed and rolled her eyes. Arms crossed, she shuffled towards his bedroom door.

“Screw you, Shika.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s what I said.” he chuckled, planting his face back into the pillow.