Love is a Sacred Madness

Title? // "Love Is A Sacred Madness"
Author? // Zibaamen and Skwishee
Band?// ムック
Pairing? // TatsurouxYukke [with implied straight.]
Genre? // AU: High School, slight drama and humor
Rating? // NC-17
Disclaimer? // No profit is being made from this fictional story, and we do not know or own Tatsurou or Yukke.
Warning?// Graphic sex (including mentions of sex with girls) and language (Use of the offensive F word, but it is used for a reason...we both hate the word still. :/)
Summary?// This is not your typical love story. You know the ones where it's love at first sight and happily ever after? The boy gets the girl in all those fairytales, but there isn't anything in the books about falling for your best friend by complete accident, and you can't even see it coming before it hits you so hard you see stars. The only problem is...he's as straight as they come.
Notes? // This has been a year in the making. Most of that was just us procrastinating, but we finally sat down and did it. We probably did it...a little too enthusiastically, because we have enough for almost 20 chapters. We hope this first chapter is decent enough, but we assure you it gets more engaging as time progresses. Starting an ongoing fic is one of the hardest things ever, and it just so happens that both of us fail at it. Oh! One other thing, if you get confused by anything, this is all taking place in 1996. Don't let the future mentions of VHS and clunky cellphones disturb you.

CHAPTER 1 - IBARAKI KING

"Have you seen the new guy? My bra basically undid itself when I saw him." Was all she said, a short girl with overdrawn lips turned to face the circle of desks surrounding her.

"How could you miss him? He was smoking outside the fence when I came in, and I swear he fucked me with his eyes when I walked by." Another girl fanned herself, receiving a smack on the arm from one of the more naive girls in the group.

"I bet Fukuno-san will wet his panties when he sees him, because everyone knows he has the hots for all the guys in school." She added.

Her voice carried to the front of the class, catching the attention of a boy with black rimmed glasses and what could only be described as an unfortunate haircut, the ends hacked unevenly in a failed attempt to resemble a bowl. He twisted around in his chair to seethe at the last row of desks and everyone occupying them, watching them giggle amongst themselves. Despite his anger, he couldn't help but wonder if the new kid was all they were making him out to be. Probably just another Jock, too focused on his own so-called good looks and self-proclaimed coolness to spell above the 3rd grade level. Little did the gossiping simpletons know, he wasn't attracted to the entire male population, and had as many, if not more personal preferences than they did. He was almost sure he had better taste in men, too. So whatever this supposedly captivating guy looked like, he was certain he would avoid the class nerd at all costs. It was better this way, because it would mean one less student whispering behind his back about 'how gay is Fukuno-san today?'

His thoughts were cut short when the teacher took her place behind the table and straightened some papers that were scattered across the surface, jumping up with a smile when she realized everyone was staring. An unfamiliar face appeared on the other side of the door's little window, reminding her of something she had almost forgotten.

"Oh! Good Morning...before we get started I have an announcement. We have a new student joining us today!"

Trudging through the door with a mildly cocky air the boy let go of a half smirk, brushing a hand through his long hair and letting his backpack drop from his shoulder lazily. His black uniform was unbuttoned, the white shirt underneath left untucked. The girls in the back of the class turned to whisper to one another.

Yukke was reluctant to even look up, wanting, rather, to express his complete disinterest and give the harpies in the back even less to toss in his face the next time they decided to make fun of him. He twirled his pencil, pretended to search for something in his bag, all a direct avoidance of the new king of popularity.


"Everyone, this is..." The teacher looked down at the scribbled notes the principal had written down for her, the tip of her pencil scratching at her head. "Iwakami Tatsurou. He just moved to Ishioka from Mito. I hope you'll all be kind to him." She nodded in Yukke's direction. "You're lucky, we don't usually have unused desks but since Koyoma-san was expelled last month we have one right up front! Please..." she waved her hand toward the barren desk, inviting him to sit as she began the roll call.
And it occurred to Yukke in that moment that Koyoma-san used to sit next to him, sticking gum under his desk and combing back that greasy mess of hair, drawing on himself with a magic marker, trying to pretend he was cool enough to be yakuza. As a concern for his spacial privacy he had a right to look up and assess this invader, hadn't he? He worried over it a minute, unsure of the etiquette involved.

Tatsurou, on the other hand, was dismally mulling over his future. So he was going to have to suffer at the front of the class, sandwiched between an anti-social nerd and a...well, he had no words for the girl that took up the desk to the right of his, but her frizzy hair, braces and eerily blank stare were sure to at the least keep him from hiding nudie mags in his text books this semester.
He threw his bag on the desk with a clatter and slumped down in his seat.
So absorbed in defying the general expectations of him, Yukke hadn't even noticed that the teacher had begun taking attendance and he jumped when he heard her say his name...twice.
"Fukuno Yusuke?" She repeated. Her sickenly maternal voice rang out at the front of the class. It was nothing like the dominating tone that was customary in all those naughty teacher videos Tatsurou stole from his dad, but he was only slightly disappointed, because she was far too mousy for his tastes anyway. Her common eyes regarded Yukke patiently. Nervously, he snapped his head up to look at her. "Don't rely on my intuition, Fukuno-san. I know you're here but it would be nice if you acknowledge it as well. I do have to send a tally to the front office."
Beside him Tatsurou snorted, and Yukke couldn't help but to jerk his head to the side defensively, fully intending to glare at him in warning, not about to let another wannabe bad boy pick on him the rest of the year. All within a split second the pencil he was brandishing dangerously in his hand snapped in two, his breath caught in his lungs as the vicious glare he had been practicing turned into an innocent longing...he looked like a child that had caught sight of the ice cream truck in summer.

Tatsurou was sprawled out in his seat, one knee pulled up in his chair, the other falling lazily off the side. His tight pants did nothing to hide his impeccable shape, a long finger rooted firmly in his mouth as he chewed on his nails and the surrounding skin. His long, black hair fell like silk, brushing his neck, raining down the collar of his uniform. His face was taunting, but not malicious, and even if it had been, Yukke wasn't sure if he would have reacted any differently. He hated those girls...hated that they finally had gotten something right about him, and he would never admit freely that his proverbial panties were soaked.

"H-here, I-inakura-sensei..." Instinctively he dove for the broken pieces of pencil that had clattered to the floor, more to avoid Tatsurou's dark eyes than to pick up after himself, pushing his glasses up when they started melting down the bridge of his nose and off his face. Why was he so greasy today?! He sat up, shoving the broken pieces into his backpack as he shut his book quickly, trying to hide the homework assignment inside of it. He was suddenly aware of his own overwhelming lameness.

It was just his luck that this Tatsurou guy seemed to possess all those preferences he had been convinced didn't even exist moments before. He was eating his words now, trying to ignore what was sitting in the desk across from him with the blackboard. Once Inakura-sensei had distracted herself with the other students, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Oi, Yukke...hand me a pencil." One of the more muscular, and frankly disturbingly tanned student's demanded, his hand balanced next to Yukke's neck until he tilted his desk far enough to grab one and hand it back.

Not even bothering to fetch his books from his bag, Tatsurou sank low in his chair, becoming more and more aware of the girl that was staring at him. Before he knew what hit him his hand shot up and waved about.

"Inakura-sensei," he called, a little carelessly. "I need to change my seat."

"Iwakami-san? Is there something wrong?" She peered over her shoulder, stopping herself in mid sentence on the chalk board, the white line halted so fast that the kanji for "assignment" had ended up with a sort of curly tail.

"I can't sit at the very front, I'm a little farsighted." he lied, pretending to squint at the board. "Can I go back just a little farther?" He asked, trying hard not to concentrate on the broad metal grin that was becoming a constant fixture at his side. Tatsurou dared to sneak a side-glance at her, met with a pair of sparkling eyes and a double chin that seemed to expand with the size of her smile.

"Um...I think it would be ok if Sakichi-san traded with you." She motioned for the jock behind Yukke to switch and Tatsurou couldn't jump out of his seat fast enough, tossing his bag on Sakichi's desk before he'd even stood up, the boy groaning at the thought of sitting next to the most obsessive girl in class.

Tatsurou exhaled under his breath as he slumped down into the now empty seat, his head resting woefully in his hands. Looking up, he at least saw that he was mostly obscured from Inakura-sensei's wandering eye, and could only just see the strange silver glint if he tilted his head back.

Yukke let out a sigh of relief, no longer tempted to shift his gaze to the side and drool a puddle on the decrepit tile floor. At the same time it was still unnerving to know that he was behind him, staring into the back of his head and for all he knew, reading his mind. He pulled out his notebook and tried to distract himself with the teacher's lesson, jotting down notes when no one else was even bothering to copy them. Still, he couldn't help but pause mid-paragraph, setting down his pencil as he attempted to discreetly look back over his shoulder.

Tatsurou was trying to recline, throwing his legs up on the top of the little metal book basket underneath Yukke's desk, listening to Inakura-sensei's meek and monotonous voice filter through the air. For minutes he looked around the room, noticing that most of the students were diligently tuned in to their books as the saccharine sweet voice narrated their already uninteresting text.
Whispers filled the back of the class, the brunette picking out his name as it was passed from one girl to the next. He smiled to himself, and looked toward the last row of desks. Some were decent, others not so much, but the ones that were whispering were all fairly attractive. At least this place wasn't a total loss.

Unable to sit still, Tatsurou tucked his feet underneath him, propping himself up on the desk and tapping the kid in front of him on the shoulder.

Yukke squeaked, eyes widened as he looked back and was met with a bored pair of dark eyes.

"Yes?" He whispered, swallowing what little dignity was left of his to spare, afraid of making a complete idiot of himself. Why couldn't he function properly? He could talk to anyone else in the entire class with at least some sort of normalcy.

When Yukke turned around Tatsurou wrinkled his mouth to the side in consideration. The boy's high, puffy cheeks were easily his most noticeable feature, the deep lines around his mouth a little indicative of a frequent smile, and the thick rimmed glasses he wore did nothing to hide the prominent bags under his eyes. Probably a side effect from crying at sappy shoujo manga, Tatsurou thought. Yep, definitely a nerd, and maybe not the best person to ask, but still...it wasn't as if he were unattractive. Actually, he found the almost rubber like features on his face endearing, and possibly even a little cute, reminding him of a bunny rabbit he once saw at a friend's house when he was seven.

He coughed, realizing he was staring, mouth upturned in a strange sort of way, as though he were on his way to a sneeze and forgot to carry it through. "So, aside from the stalker chick that I was sitting beside, who's the easiest girl in class? Tell me straight, " he clarified. "No fuglies. I have a weak stomach."

Yukke was surely a sight; turned around in his chair, mouth slack and eye twitching. There would be definitely drool any second with the way things were going. Now that he could get a better look at him, Tatsurou was a unique sort of creature. His bulging eyes were the size of saucers, and the curious way his lips curled at the ends was rather mischievous. Yukke could tell that he was going to be trouble.

"I..uh..." He knew what the answer was, since about 90% of the female student body were a bunch of sluts. He remained silent, almost as if he had forgotten what the question was, and after an long, uncomfortable pause the only thing that came to mind was to laugh. Loudly.

Thankfully, Inakura-sensei chose to ignore the outburst, continuing on with the lesson. Yukke blinked, bowing his head.

"Mitsuko is the one all the guys chase around." He pointed towards the last row of desks. "She's...at the back near the bookshelf."

Tatsurou cocked an eyebrow at him, but followed Yukke's direction to the back of the class and caught sight of a pretty girl with a childish sort of bobbed hair cut, blunt bangs hanging over her eyes, fake creases glued thickly into her eyelids, fake eyelashes and nails that would make a velociraptor cringe. Surely he was joking.

"You have got to be kidding me." he said, slack jawed as he turned back to Yukke. "Got anything in the way of a long haired, 34-C with pouty lips? And lets keep the makeup and accessories to a minimum, if I wanted any of that near my dick I'd go buy a pair of scissors and cover the head with lipstick."

Yukke rubbed his neck nervously, looking up past the rim of his glasses at Tatsurou.

"You're asking the wrong guy...but I could grow my hair out and wear a padded bra if you're that desperate." He offered playfully, shocked that he was brave enough to say it, let alone without any stuttering involved. Was he coming down with something? He blushed shortly after, knowing it was too late to take back anything that he had said, and he wondered if he should duck under the desk before Tatsurou punched him square in the face.

Tatsurou's mouth twitched a few times before it broke into an ear to ear grin. He tried to stifle his laughter when the teacher looked their way curiously.

"No shit!?" he laughed, completely amused by the nerdy boy's ballsy response. "Well, megane-kun, if you can manage to scrape up a wig and a wonder bra by lunch then you can officially be my bitch." He joked, snapping the fingers on his right hand. Yukke wanted to tell him that he already had a long black wig...but if this got any creepier he might never want to speak to him again.
"I'm warning you now, I have a wandering eye and a cock made of steel, so I'll probably have found a lucky alternative by then." Tatsurou said. The crooked smile he gave was so stunning, the girl three desks down sighed when he let it go.
"Seriously, though. I'm touched." he held his hand to his chest. "For you to offer to go to such lengths..." he made sure his lip quivered cutely. "This must be a sign." He poked the other boy's shoulder. "You will have the honor of being my new best friend. Now what say you to that, huh? Impressed, yes, I know."
"I might regret it, but why not...you'll probably get bored with me anyway." Yukke couldn't help but smile widely, and the messy arrangement of his teeth was either insanely offensive or incredibly adorable, depending on the person. Out of habit he covered his mouth with his hand, feeling the envious burn from the eyes of the girls at the back of the class. They had nothing to be jealous of, since he'd probably fuck all of them by the end of the week.

Tatsurou bit his lip, nodding sagely and kicking back in his desk a little too enthusiastically. He almost tipped it over, but it was luckily steadied by the desk in back of him, the boy behind it hugging his desk protectively with a glare. Tatsurou flipped him off, and turned his attention back to Yukke, the grin that still stained his face was much more muted than before.

"Oh, yes...regret will definitely come in to play. I'm sure of it. In fact-" He sat up again, grabbing the side of his book bag and slinking off his chair when Inakura-sensei turned back to the board and began to write again, voicing aloud her every written word, all of them lost on Tatsurou's deaf ears.

"Why don't you meet me on the roof in five? I can't stand this boring school crap and I'm dying for a smoke." He flashed a smile at Yukke.

"Iwakami-san, where are you going?" Inakura-sensei called out at him, looking a bit displeased.

Slinging the bag over his shoulder, Tatsurou slunk around the back of the room and out the door, not giving a thought to the feminine voice that called after him. Maybe he was going to like this school after all.
Yukke was flabbergasted by Tatsurou's abrupt exit. He looked between Inakura-sensei and the door, not quite sure what he should do. The good boy in him was begging him to stay in his chair and finish out the class, and the other one he wasn't as familiar with was yearning to know more about this newfound excitement by the name of Tatsurou. He opted for the latter, waiting the five minutes he was told, eyeing the clock and zipping up his bag quietly. He walked past the teacher's desk, bowing down low and whispering something about "I'll come back for the homework." He slipped out of the classroom, down the hall and up the stairs that lead to the rooftops, smashing into the door at the very top with his shoulder. He shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight, squinting for several minutes before he could make out Tatsurou's dark figure, the brunette seated on one of the giant fans that cooled the building. He almost spun back around to leave, but he jerked his hand back and groaned out.

"Dammit." He dropped his backpack and nervously made his way toward Tatsurou.

Tatsurou smirked around his cigarette, idly leaning back against the fixture behind him. In all actuality he had thought that Yukke looked far too timid to follow him, sure that he would prefer to finish out class like a good little boy. The sight of Yukke standing, almost a little bewildered in the doorway intrigued him far more than he could comprehend.

"So Alice did follow the rabbit after all." he said loudly, his voice carrying across the space between them. "Call me shocked! You striked me as the type to never follow anything but a schedule. Inakura-sensei must have pissed herself when you left."
Yukke shuffled over to Tatsurou, hesitating before he took the cigarette from the taller man's lips, taking a deep drag from it and handing it back.

"I could probably kill someone in that class and she wouldn't bat an eyelash." He admitted, blowing the smoke out through his mouth as his tiny eyes studied Tatsurou carefully. The more he talked to him, the easier it was to respond...maybe he wasn't so intimidating after all. Still, no amount of conversation was going to distract Yukke from the tingle settled in his groin that Tatsurou was providing by just sitting there.

"I told her I'd be back to pick up the homework assignment, though..." He jumped up onto the ledge next to Tatsurou, swinging his feet.

A long finger flicked the end of the cigarette, ashes scattering to the wind. "Teacher's pet, huh?" Teased Tatsurou. "Not that I care, but it's nice to be right about something." he shook his head, leaning up so that he could see the other boy's face. Oh yeah, he really hit the nail on the head. "I've always thought someone's face predetermines their future...up to a certain extent, of course. Common fact: No one, in the history of the world, has had cute cheeks and been a bad boy at the same time."

Pointing at Yukke, he declared. "You have the cheeks of a pet." he made a motion with his hand as if it there were statistical evidence to prove his point.

Yukke rubbed his cheeks self-consciously, pouting slightly.

"You say that like it's a bad thing...but I've learned to accept my eternal cuteness, since I wasn't blessed with any dashing good looks." He whispered, and thought of a witty enough comeback to keep Tatsurou on his toes. At least he hoped it was, since he wasn't used to this kind of banter.

"Why is it that all the bad boys have shit-eating grins?" He asked "It's like an epidemic with guys like you." With a cocked brow, Yukke tried to ignore how nice Tatsurou's hands were as he held the cigarette between his fingers.

Tatsurou laughed airily, surprised and amused that Yukke had the balls to challenge him at his own game. It had been so long since anyone had even tried.

"We spend so much time masturbating to comics, porn and booze that it's hard to find the time to frown."

Realizing it had burned down to the filter, Tatsurou stubbed the cigarette out on the rooftop and stood up, resituating himself on top of the fan and beside Yukke. "I'm honestly surprised at you." he admitted. "You don't look like the type of person who can even stomach a guy like me for two seconds and yet here you are, undeniably holding your own. I'm kind of proud."
Yukke could feel the burn in his cheeks, but he laughed all the same, eyes adjusted to the light as he glanced over past the bangs of his unkempt hair.

"I'm surprised myself, but you're the only one that's really even tried to talk to me, aside from all the kids in class that ask me to get them something." He sighed pathetically, slumping slightly when he realized how pathetic that sounded.

"Anyway...you don't look like you're as bad as you make yourself out to be." Yukke added.

"I don't?" Tatsurou questioned the other boy, eyes wide, the orbs popping out a bit more than usual. "Damn, I guess my clever disguise has failed me. I suppose I'll have to get some tattoos and pierce my forehead or something so you'll start quaking in fear." he chuckled dryly.

"You know," he started, his train of thought wandering, picking through words he normally wouldn't have had the desire to say. After all, he rarely found it necessary to compliment another human being, unless it was of course, to coax them into stripping off their clothes, but for some reason he felt compelled to smooth over any rough start they may have had.

"You're really easy to talk to. I can't say that about most people. I mean...at first I kinda thought you were a dork, what with all the meekness, the books...and the glasses." Tatsurou waved his hand wildly. "Not that I have anything against glasses, I've always had this fetish for women in glasses. But, you know...you're a really cool guy. I'm kinda surprised you're not friends with the whole school."

Yukke looked away, eyes wide as he blushed brightly. He tilted his head back, acting as if he didn't just do something very obvious, smiling timidly.

"Thanks...the last time I heard that I was 5, because this little boy thought I was cool for sticking a bean up my nose. I never told him I spent the rest of the day crying while my mom tried to get it out with her finger." He frowned and thought to himself that maybe that wasn't the best story to share so early on in their relationship.

Tatsurou blinked for a few seconds before he chuckled. "Well, I'm reasonably impressed." he let himself fall onto his back, scratching his stomach idly, the afternoon breeze sweeping across the roof. "My only claim to fame was pooping out a Lego when I was in grade school." he laughed. "I only wish it had been up my nose instead."

The long haired boy closed his eyes against the wind, letting his head fall a little further off the side of the fan box, his adams apple jumping as he fought to keep from choking on his own saliva. "This is some fucking awesome weather." he murmured happily. "Much better than the crappy air conditioner in the classroom."

Yukke fell backwards with his arms in the air, tilting his head enough for the breeze to wash over his face. He lifted one leg up, jumping slightly when the school bell rang out. It only took a few minutes for chattering voices to carry up to the roof top, the door flying open as several girls dropped their bags and ran to their usual spot in the corner. They all strolled past Yukke and Tatsurou, a few giggling when they saw the new boy, and one in particular smiled at him sweetly. Her long black hair hit the small of her back, her curvy body hidden beneath the baggy uniform that ended above her knees, tiny legs trailing down beneath her skirt.

"Morriiii...stop gawking and get over here!" One of her friends beckoned her with a waving hand, the girl biting her lip before she ran over to join her friends. Yukke closed his eyes, grunting as he sat up and hopped off the fan. She's exactly what Tatsurou wanted.

"Oh, hey." Tatsurou drawled, opening his eyes to a very beautiful, but very upside-down girl. He rolled over, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I think I found my mark.What say you? Yea or Nay?" He asked, question directed at the crotch of his pants.

He nodded, sitting up and stretching. "I thought so." he agreed to the unvoiced accord and turned to Yukke. "Lucky! Looks like you won't have to buy any frilly lingerie after all." he laughed. "So, what's her type? Notorious bad boy, or sensitive protector?"

Yukke shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as he sat against the fenced area surrounding the edge of the building. He watched the circle of girls, singling out Mori and reluctantly saying, "I haven't heard much about her, so she must not be too easy. She'll probably like you, though..." He forced a half-smile and stared at the scuffed white of his converses.

"I just bet she would." He grinned, clapping his hands together as he jumped off the box and grabbed his backpack, fumbling in it for a pen and paper, finding only a glittery pink gel pen that he must have stolen from his mother. No paper...

He shrugged, his lanky legs carrying him over to his new friend as he yanked the other's hand up and held it out flat, uncapping the pen with his teeth before he pressed it to his lightly tanned skin. He hoped Yukke wouldn't notice the sparkly color. "My number." he explained. "If you want it."

Yukke held out his open hand, noting how warm Tatsurou's fingers were compared to his sweaty ones. He hoped the ink would take, and suddenly realized that he really must have liked him well enough to give him his number after only an hour.

"Your handwriting is sloppy...I wouldn't know that was the kanji for Rou if I hadn't heard your name already." He whispered, smiling at the dark haired man as he stole the pen from him and returned the favor shakily on the inside of his wrist.

Tatsurou snorted, the pen tickling his skin. "Yukke, huh?" he read over the scrawling, noting how much cleaner Yukke's writing was than his own. "I like Megane-kun, but this works too."

Shouldering his bag, he gave the boy a real smile for the first time that day. "See you tomorrow." he called out as he turned on his heels and headed for his next conquest.
Yukke waved a little sadly as Tatsurou headed off towards Mori, still holding the pink pen in his hand. He had forgotten to make a comment about a pink pen being anywhere near the other man's possessions, but was too distracted by the burning sensation on his face. He sighed and turned on his heels towards his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and making his way down the stairs, wanting to get on his bike and ride home as quickly as he could to take a cold shower.



TBC