Haruka's Fanfiction

The following wasn't written as a fic, but rather as (edited) excerpts from a spanking RPG called ‘Spanking Refugee Vent’ or ‘Sprefvent’ for short. Since the Jan 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from X-Men, Kamen Rider Kiba, and several ‘real person’ Tenimyu performers. The use of the term ‘Changechildren’ comes from my fic series of the same name. Same-sex relationships may be included, ages are altered; nothing is necessarily canon. Please note that although spanking is the main topic in the RPG, characters are allowed to vent about other things, so not ALL excerpts may contain spanking.


Sprefvent - Compilation 55

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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To bring you up to speed, you remember how Yuuta used his Siren power to command me into performing an impromptu strip tease in class, and then I got a note to take home. Remember also that Maya didn’t punish us; she gave us a warning and that was it? Well, right when I thought the whole 'strip tease in class' thing was a dead issue, Bishop found the note. Maya HAD thrown it out, but apparently he spotted it in the garbage because his name was on the front along with hers, so he pulled it out and read it.

"Hiroki!" he called. "Get down here!"

Yasuka and I had been playing video games while Yuuta did stretches, but now they both looked at me worriedly.

"Coming," I answered, and headed into the other room. My 'brothers' quickly followed, nosy as they are. All three of us froze when we entered the kitchen and saw him holding the note.

"Would you care to explain this?"

I was totally unprepared, and so went with the obvious option; blaming everyone else.

"Jason taught us how to do a strip tease and Yuuta used his power on me to make me do it in class!"

Yuuta shot me a dirty look. "Hiroki started it by telling my secrets on the mailing list!"

"Yasuka did that first!"

"Hey, how did _I_ get dragged into this?"

"Quiet, all of you!" Bishop ordered. Maya came in, looking concerned.

"What's going on?" she asked.

He turned to her and held up the note. "Hiroki was performing a strip tease in class and then tried to hide the note from us by throwing it away!"

A guilty blush coloured Maya's cheeks. "I apologize, darling. Hiroki gave me the note yesterday and I spoke to both he and Yuuta about their involvement. I didn't see the need to trouble you when I'd already dealt with the matter."

Bishop pursed his lips in annoyance, then sighed and put an arm around her. "I see. Well, in that case I suppose it's settled." He gave us a warning look. "Although I'm not sure that a simple talking-to was all that was warranted in this case."

"I also told them that they'd used up their freebie," Maya pointed out. "If anything like this happens again, it won't go as easily."

Bishop was satisfied with that (more or less), so we're still off the hook, but it was a nerve-wracking couple of minutes there. *phew*

Hiroki

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I suppose that Yasuka was being nice by not telling me what the adults said about me at their little meeting. However, that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt when I read it in the messages of this list. It's true I don't always have control of my power, I’ll admit that, but to call me cold? They didn't know me at all!

So today I decided to change their minds.

When I arrived in class this morning most of the other kids were already there. I scanned the room looking for one in particular, and I smiled when I saw him. I suppose it's all right to confess that I find Warren Worthington to be attractive, and I also know from our time spent flying together that he's very nice as well. That was going to make this much easier.

I waved as some of the other kids greeted me, but made my way slowly and steadily toward Warren. My timing had to be exactly right or not only would this demonstration be a waste, it would be horribly embarrassing for both of us.

Warren looked up as I approached his desk and smiled in his charming way. "Good morning, Yuuta," he said as I stopped beside him.

"Hello, Warren." I glanced back toward the door, listening for the approach of footsteps. Warren was looking at me curiously, no doubt wondering why I remained standing by his desk. The puzzled look changed to one of concern, and he got to his feet so that now we were close together. Perfect.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

There it was; the click of heels in the entryway. Mystique had arrived. I turned quickly back to Warren, took his face in both my hands, and kissed him hard.

I held the kiss even when a roomful of shocked silence was followed by hoots and cheers from our fellow students. I finally released Warren when Mystique yelled from the doorway, " What the hell is going on here?!"

"That's what I'd like to know," Warren whispered, his eyes searching mine. Then he seemed to register the audience for the first time and blushed, looking flustered as he turned back to me for an explanation.

"I'll tell you later," I promised in a murmur, then gave Mystique a challenging look. "My apologies, Ms. Darkholme. I should save such things for after class."

She glared at me. "Take your seat, Yuuta. See me at lunch."

I ignored the prodding and questions from Yasuka and Hiroki that persisted in whispers and passed notes right up until lunch hour, at which time I stayed behind to receive a scolding from Mystique about proper conduct in the classroom. When I finally got outside, Warren was waiting for me.

"Now do you want to tell me what happened in there?" he asked, not in a demanding way, but as if delaying judgment until after hearing my answer.

I averted my eyes from his, not wanting my power to influence him in any way and also because I was starting to feel guilty. "I read what the adults said during their meeting yesterday," I admitted. "I wanted them to know that I'm not as cold as they think."

Warren chuckled. "Well, I'd say you proved that! But you could have let a guy in on it, you know."

"I'm sorry," I said softly, still not looking at him. I was starting to feel ridiculous and disgusted with myself. Maybe I'm not cold, but I'm not a lust-crazed animal, either, which had to be what it looked like. From one bad reputation to another. Go, me.

Warren lifted my chin with one finger to meet my moist eyes and smiled kindly. "Don't worry so much about what anyone thinks. Your friends stuck up for you on the list, and we didn't believe the adults, anyway. Besides, isn't acting and singing all about passion and expressing yourself? You can't be cold when you're as good at what you do as you are."

He gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and took my hand. "How about having lunch with me? I'll help you fend off the others who are about to land all over us with questions."

I nodded and gave him a tentative, grateful smile.

Thank you again, Warren, for being so gracious about my using you in such a way. You've got a lot of class (and compassion, too.)

Yuuta

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End of Compilation 55

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.