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May 18th, 2011
Secret Fascination
Author's Note: And now it's the Alpha Pair to have a turn in the M-rated category! There isn't really a plot (which ventures away from most of my typical stories), but at least there is the classic witty bantering :) Anyway, this story is focused on a concept that gets explored in a contemplative and sort of abstract kind of way... Sorry, that's the best way I can think of describing it at the current moment.
Reviews are very much appreciated :D
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Seiichi Yukimura loved everything about Genichirou Sanada - his appearance, his personality, his voice, and his quirks. He liked how his straight-cut bangs framed his dark brown eyes precisely, how handsome he looked with his hat on or off, how tall and confident his posture was as he walked, and how his muscles became more prominent when he worked out. He enjoyed how serious he was about perfection, how dedicated he was to his team, and how fearless and commanding he was as a leader. His voice was deep and projecting when he shouted orders to the tennis players or scolded them for not doing well enough, but was tender and mellow when he was outside of practice. Yukimura was positive he was intoxicated by both the sheer manliness and the sensitive nature that was the embodiment of Sanada.
As for his quirks, Yukimura could not get enough of his short temper, the instant and unpredictable rage that the other team members dreaded, or how shy and easily embarrassed he was when he was in social situations. Sanada was quite the aloof person that preferred not to be near a spotlight - Yukimura got quite a thrill off of seeing if he could break through his walls and provoke reactions out of him. Yanagi enjoyed the same sport so they would often team up to exploit Sanada's weaknesses, but it was all in good fun and they wouldn't have done it if they didn't cherish each other as friends.
However, of all of the big and little things that Yukimura admired about Sanada, his favorite was his rough hands. Large hands that were tanned from being in the sun and were very calloused from the amount of hours he practiced either tennis or kendo. Hands that have gripped a tennis racket so hard that his knuckles have gone white during an intense game that he refused to lose. Fingers that would furiously write neat but incredibly detailed notes in school and reports that needed to be turned into various places. Those hands that lacked smoothness and delicacy were the very ones Yukimura couldn't get enough because he was the only one that Sanada would show everything else that they were capable of.
Hands that have slapped or backhanded all of the tennis regulars and some of the other club members with a vicious intent were instead tenderly stroking Yukimura's cheek softly. Hands that have been pressed firmly into the ground as he did his pushups (sometimes with Yukimura sitting on top of him) were now gently pressing flat against Yukimura's chest as he bent down to place another chaste kiss upon his lips. His kisses were never sloppy or messy - Yukimura was the one who went off in that direction if he was feeling extra adventurous and then he would follow. Yukimura sighed softly as the weight that was just there lightened so that he could explore the rest of Yukimura's chest with his lips and with his tongue sensually.
Fingers that were used to being curled around a tennis racket or a sword were now making their way around his aching length with a firm, but not forced grip. His other fingers were tracing patterns on his chest in a delicate way that resembled the beautiful calligraphy that he enjoyed doing in solitude. Yukimura's body felt like it was melting as his fingers trailed slowly through all of the dips and curves of his skin like a painter that wished to fill in every area with color. His other hand was stroking him steadily - the friction of the tough skin raking against him was driving him to higher heights of excitement.
A thick finger that was most commonly associated with pointing at the gate of the tennis courts just before he sent people off for punishment laps was now poised at a different kind of entrance. Yukimura nodded greedily and allowed himself to be entered slowly, suppressing a gasp as Sanada made his way in. He moaned and Sanada immediately understood - he knew that Yukimura wanted more. Another equally tough finger joined the first, stretching him out carefully as Yukimura got adjusted to the slight pain.
Yukimura reached forward to run his fingers through his black hair, amused by how his hair somehow always reverted back to its proper straightness despite the amount that it was disturbed. He found himself basking in happiness from how loving Sanada was when it came to intimacy - the way that he touched Yukimura showed that he completely worshipped his body and needed to treat it with reverence. Sanada was a quiet lover - he let his actions speak for themselves, but when he did speak, his bass voice would reverberate in Yukimura's whole being. He loved it when Sanada said his name in his ear softly or when he asked for permission to do something. A moan escaped his lips as all of these thoughts flowed through his mind and he found that he craved for a bigger thing than he was currently getting.
He was gently turned over and he propped himself onto all fours - completely exposed to Sanada who was in the process of removing his own pants. Sanada preferred to make love to him in a way that he could see Yukimura's face, and Yukimura didn't mind that at all, but he preferred this position so much more for a few reasons. He liked it intense - he enjoyed the feeling of being thrusted into deeply and powerfully as he clenched the bedsheets with his hands, hips buckling with each movement. He saw lights flash before his eyes every time Sanada hit his prostrate and the knowledge that Sanada's rough hands held him either on his abdomens or on his thighs always came close to pushing him over the edge early. Sometimes, when Yukimura urged him on, Sanada would take one of his hands and jerk him off as he continued pushing deeper and deeper into Yukimura's body.
Yukimura was quite vocal during this stage of the act. He moaned Sanada's name and issued strong gasps frequently. He never hesitated telling Sanada how good he was feeling or if he wanted more speed or more power. What he commanded, Sanada obeyed completely, partly because he knew how impatient Yukimura could be and that he hated being teased at this point. Sanada himself would say his name back in a soft, husky voice as the the frequency of his air intakes and exhales increased because he knew that Yukimura enjoyed hearing that voice that was just for him. They didn't have long left before pleasure rippled through both of their bodies in unison and Yukimura didn't bother to stifle his cry as Sanada let out a low, guttural groan.
Slowly, Sanada pulled himself out of Yukimura as he removed the hand that was now splashed with semen from Yukimura's personal equipment. He appeared quite exhausted and so he collapsed on his side immediately onto the remainder of Yukimura's cum - a sticky sensation against his sweaty skin. Sanada looked like he could care less and Yukimura gave him a satisfied smirk.
"Is it my imagination or was I dripping wet as you pulled out?" Yukimura asked in a sultry voice.
"I'm sure I filled you quite well…" Sanada answered gruffly, indicating his moist member with his hand. Yukimura immediately seized his extended hand and started licking it clean with a lusty look in his sapphire eyes.
"Mmm…"
"I could have cleaned it off myself."
"It's okay - you can taste me another time. I like how I just denied you something as delicious as this," Yukimura said with a wink. "Not a day passes where I don't get off knowing I use you for my personal wants."
Sanada sighed as he watched Yukimura inspect his hand with a very engrossed stare before drawing up his other one to do the same. Little did Sanada know that he was currently indulging himself in his secret pleasure.
"What is it? They look clean to me…"
"Oh nothing Sanada. Just admiring you."
"… My hands?"
"Of course."
"…You are a bit eccentric at times. I can't ever seem to figure you out."
'Yes,' Yukimura thought to himself as he curled back against Sanada on his side and let one muscular arm drape over his body. 'I have my own unconventional quirks, but I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't completely riveted by the wonderful duality of his rough hands.'
Reviews are very much appreciated :D
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Seiichi Yukimura loved everything about Genichirou Sanada - his appearance, his personality, his voice, and his quirks. He liked how his straight-cut bangs framed his dark brown eyes precisely, how handsome he looked with his hat on or off, how tall and confident his posture was as he walked, and how his muscles became more prominent when he worked out. He enjoyed how serious he was about perfection, how dedicated he was to his team, and how fearless and commanding he was as a leader. His voice was deep and projecting when he shouted orders to the tennis players or scolded them for not doing well enough, but was tender and mellow when he was outside of practice. Yukimura was positive he was intoxicated by both the sheer manliness and the sensitive nature that was the embodiment of Sanada.
As for his quirks, Yukimura could not get enough of his short temper, the instant and unpredictable rage that the other team members dreaded, or how shy and easily embarrassed he was when he was in social situations. Sanada was quite the aloof person that preferred not to be near a spotlight - Yukimura got quite a thrill off of seeing if he could break through his walls and provoke reactions out of him. Yanagi enjoyed the same sport so they would often team up to exploit Sanada's weaknesses, but it was all in good fun and they wouldn't have done it if they didn't cherish each other as friends.
However, of all of the big and little things that Yukimura admired about Sanada, his favorite was his rough hands. Large hands that were tanned from being in the sun and were very calloused from the amount of hours he practiced either tennis or kendo. Hands that have gripped a tennis racket so hard that his knuckles have gone white during an intense game that he refused to lose. Fingers that would furiously write neat but incredibly detailed notes in school and reports that needed to be turned into various places. Those hands that lacked smoothness and delicacy were the very ones Yukimura couldn't get enough because he was the only one that Sanada would show everything else that they were capable of.
Hands that have slapped or backhanded all of the tennis regulars and some of the other club members with a vicious intent were instead tenderly stroking Yukimura's cheek softly. Hands that have been pressed firmly into the ground as he did his pushups (sometimes with Yukimura sitting on top of him) were now gently pressing flat against Yukimura's chest as he bent down to place another chaste kiss upon his lips. His kisses were never sloppy or messy - Yukimura was the one who went off in that direction if he was feeling extra adventurous and then he would follow. Yukimura sighed softly as the weight that was just there lightened so that he could explore the rest of Yukimura's chest with his lips and with his tongue sensually.
Fingers that were used to being curled around a tennis racket or a sword were now making their way around his aching length with a firm, but not forced grip. His other fingers were tracing patterns on his chest in a delicate way that resembled the beautiful calligraphy that he enjoyed doing in solitude. Yukimura's body felt like it was melting as his fingers trailed slowly through all of the dips and curves of his skin like a painter that wished to fill in every area with color. His other hand was stroking him steadily - the friction of the tough skin raking against him was driving him to higher heights of excitement.
A thick finger that was most commonly associated with pointing at the gate of the tennis courts just before he sent people off for punishment laps was now poised at a different kind of entrance. Yukimura nodded greedily and allowed himself to be entered slowly, suppressing a gasp as Sanada made his way in. He moaned and Sanada immediately understood - he knew that Yukimura wanted more. Another equally tough finger joined the first, stretching him out carefully as Yukimura got adjusted to the slight pain.
Yukimura reached forward to run his fingers through his black hair, amused by how his hair somehow always reverted back to its proper straightness despite the amount that it was disturbed. He found himself basking in happiness from how loving Sanada was when it came to intimacy - the way that he touched Yukimura showed that he completely worshipped his body and needed to treat it with reverence. Sanada was a quiet lover - he let his actions speak for themselves, but when he did speak, his bass voice would reverberate in Yukimura's whole being. He loved it when Sanada said his name in his ear softly or when he asked for permission to do something. A moan escaped his lips as all of these thoughts flowed through his mind and he found that he craved for a bigger thing than he was currently getting.
He was gently turned over and he propped himself onto all fours - completely exposed to Sanada who was in the process of removing his own pants. Sanada preferred to make love to him in a way that he could see Yukimura's face, and Yukimura didn't mind that at all, but he preferred this position so much more for a few reasons. He liked it intense - he enjoyed the feeling of being thrusted into deeply and powerfully as he clenched the bedsheets with his hands, hips buckling with each movement. He saw lights flash before his eyes every time Sanada hit his prostrate and the knowledge that Sanada's rough hands held him either on his abdomens or on his thighs always came close to pushing him over the edge early. Sometimes, when Yukimura urged him on, Sanada would take one of his hands and jerk him off as he continued pushing deeper and deeper into Yukimura's body.
Yukimura was quite vocal during this stage of the act. He moaned Sanada's name and issued strong gasps frequently. He never hesitated telling Sanada how good he was feeling or if he wanted more speed or more power. What he commanded, Sanada obeyed completely, partly because he knew how impatient Yukimura could be and that he hated being teased at this point. Sanada himself would say his name back in a soft, husky voice as the the frequency of his air intakes and exhales increased because he knew that Yukimura enjoyed hearing that voice that was just for him. They didn't have long left before pleasure rippled through both of their bodies in unison and Yukimura didn't bother to stifle his cry as Sanada let out a low, guttural groan.
Slowly, Sanada pulled himself out of Yukimura as he removed the hand that was now splashed with semen from Yukimura's personal equipment. He appeared quite exhausted and so he collapsed on his side immediately onto the remainder of Yukimura's cum - a sticky sensation against his sweaty skin. Sanada looked like he could care less and Yukimura gave him a satisfied smirk.
"Is it my imagination or was I dripping wet as you pulled out?" Yukimura asked in a sultry voice.
"I'm sure I filled you quite well…" Sanada answered gruffly, indicating his moist member with his hand. Yukimura immediately seized his extended hand and started licking it clean with a lusty look in his sapphire eyes.
"Mmm…"
"I could have cleaned it off myself."
"It's okay - you can taste me another time. I like how I just denied you something as delicious as this," Yukimura said with a wink. "Not a day passes where I don't get off knowing I use you for my personal wants."
Sanada sighed as he watched Yukimura inspect his hand with a very engrossed stare before drawing up his other one to do the same. Little did Sanada know that he was currently indulging himself in his secret pleasure.
"What is it? They look clean to me…"
"Oh nothing Sanada. Just admiring you."
"… My hands?"
"Of course."
"…You are a bit eccentric at times. I can't ever seem to figure you out."
'Yes,' Yukimura thought to himself as he curled back against Sanada on his side and let one muscular arm drape over his body. 'I have my own unconventional quirks, but I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't completely riveted by the wonderful duality of his rough hands.'
Posted by KeigoAtobe007 | May 18, 2011 6:27 PM | 0 comments
Duets of the Night
Author's Note: What Atobe wants, Atobe gets. My second M-rated fic, this time featuring Atobe and Oshitari and their witty bickering as they spend a lot of time together getting ready for the concert. Practicing their instruments, practicing other things than their instruments, late nights, Coach Sakaki, and random whims... nothing is predictable when Atobe and Oshitari are involved. A little hint of Silver Pair in the concert section because I couldn't resist.
The quote from the summary ("Music touches the deepest of desires, the fondest of dreams, and to the very center of the human soul that nothing else can penetrate") was something I had written years ago and it something that I truly believe as a musician and as a music educator. I hope that that comes across well in this fic.
Hope you enjoy - please leave a review if you have a chance :D
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"Play a duet with me," Atobe demanded, leaning against a set of lockers and watching Oshitari, who was bent over packing things into his bag. The view of Oshitari's backside never failed to grab Atobe's attention and he didn't mind looking since they were the only ones in the locker room on a Sunday afternoon.
"Excuse me? I think I misheard you," Oshitari answered and Atobe was sure he was smiling as he asked.
"You heard me perfectly well," Atobe stated while he pointedly watched Oshitari straighten up and turn around.
"Well, I am quite a bit caught off-guard," Oshitari admitted, advancing slowly towards Atobe, which caused him to feel a bit weak at the knees. There was something sensual about the way Oshitari walked, especially when he was advancing on someone with that predatory grin.
"How so?" Atobe said breathlessly, knowing that Oshitari was getting closer and most likely was going to invade his personal space.
"It's just that you like it when all the attention is focused on you," Oshitari murmured as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the lockers on either side of him. "Playing a duet means you have to share the spotlight… I might get more appreciation than you for once."
He knew Oshitari's game - he knew that Oshitari was tempting him to close the distance between them physically. Oshitari wanted to see how he could resist as he stood so tantalizingly near, talking in that deep voice, staring deeply into his eyes. Atobe didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
"I will still have more brilliance than you," Atobe declared and he noticed the dangerous flint that shot through Oshitari's eyes, causing him to involuntarily press back into the lockers. "But I… I just like the sound of your violin playing. It's very… honest.""
"Oh, I didn't know you thought that," Oshitari said, taken-aback. "I mean… really?"
"I know your true self better than anyone else. And your music is just like you - warm, gentle, invigorating, passionate, intricate… and I want more of it."
A faint blush appeared on Oshitari's face and Atobe smiled. He loved it when he could get Oshitari to reveal emotions in front of him.
"Atobe… that was one of the nicest things I've ever heard you say. And coincidentally, I feel the same way about your piano playing…"
"Which is why I want to do a duet."
Oshitari laughed and finally pressed against him, causing Atobe to let out a content sigh.
"Are you ready to be enveloped by my sound?" Oshitari whispered into his ear, his soft hair touching his face. Atobe suddenly felt the heat rise and felt like he was suffocating from the sexual tension of being in such close proximity. The fire was steadily coursing through his veins and he could feel a pool of it start collecting down in his lower area. He cursed himself mentally for not being any better at resisting.
"Damn you Oshitari," Atobe said through gritted tech as Oshitari pulled back, the silky tresses of his hair trailing his jawline as he did. "I can't walk into public like this."
"It's your fault you wear very tight pants. Although I like the fact that it reveals some of your best assets."
"I know, you like my ass. But that's not the side I'm concerned about right now."
Oshitari smirked and patted him gently on that particular spot and Atobe scowled, pushing his hand away.
"It's your fault so fix it so I can go home," Atobe responded indignantly.
"Hmm… I prefer not to take care of you in the locker room right now. I need to get home too…"
"I'll get a limo… is that better so you don't have to walk home in the dark?"
"I knew you would understand where I was coming from eventually…" Oshitari noted as he picked up his bag to head out as Atobe made a quick call on his phone. "Leather seats?"
"The finest black leather around."
"Perfect. Your pale skin will contrast beautifully with it," Oshitari said, evoking a faint pink blush to appear on Atobe's face.
"Let's go Oshitari," Atobe beckoned, snapping his fingers. "Our ride will be here soon and I've instructed him to take the long around town."
"Hmm… I bet I can get you off before we even get to the first turn on the street."
"I accept your challenge you self-proclaimed genius," Atobe declared, walking away with a confident grin and his head held high. His pride would not allow Oshitari to win at anything if he could help it. Even if he was dealing with the 'Man of 1000 Techniques'.
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Their practice sessions were always unpredictable, yet productive in some way or another. At first, they had a hard time connecting on a musical level - they were used to solo playing and therefore had their own ideas for interpretation. They would bicker over articulation, tone, style, and dynamics, and when things got a little too stressful, they would argue about each other's personal flaws. They knew that the reasons they were there together in the first place included their respect of their flaws, but that didn't stop them from using them as weapons when they weren't getting their way.
About three weeks into their practicing, Coach Sakaki walked in on them unexpectedly in the middle of an argument and proceeded to slap them both over the heads. Then he launched into a lecture about how he felt ashamed that he as a music teacher knew musicians as thick-headed and stubborn as they were. Atobe and Oshitari were quite intimidated - Coach Sakaki was hardly ever angry and he was usually a man of few concise words. They apologized and said they would learn to cooperate. Coach Sakaki accepted and dismissed them with his signature 'Itteyoshi'.
Things dramatically improved since that time, mostly because Atobe was seething that he didn't take the initiative to take care of the problems himself. Oshitari found it humorous that Coach Sakaki was the one to put them in line - he half-expected Ootori to stumble in one day and tell them to be nice with each other in his gentle way. That is, assuming that the ferocity of their bantering didn't scare him off.
As the next few weeks went on, they learned to listen to each others' sound and make suggestions on how to blend them to create what they ultimately desired. It wasn't about deciding who was wrong or right about a passage - it was working together to determine what they could adjust to get it just right. Atobe had to remind himself constantly to let go of his pride when Oshitari had a positive criticism, and Oshitari had to remind himself to not make snarky remarks when Atobe had something to say about him.
Of course, being alone in a practice room meant that some days they felt the need to do other kinds of practicing. Those days were always the day that something remarkable happened in the music - either something connected perfectly or they were emotionally moved by what they were creating. Atobe always wanted to celebrate those moments at the end of their practice session and Oshitari loved to indulge him. Aside from passionately making out, Oshitari was quite fond of Atobe laying on the piano bench while he was pressing deep into him, crying out of pleasure. Thank goodness those practice rooms were virtually soundproof or innocent bystanders would have been subjected to some rather dirty talk and noises.
One late evening, as Atobe was putting down the lid of the grand piano with a satisfied smirk on his face, he asked if Oshitari could stay a little late. Oshitari, knowing exactly what he meant, said he could afford about fifteen minutes and watched as Atobe climbed into a sitting position on top of the piano, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down quickly. They had never done anything on the piano itself before, and Oshitari licked his lips in anticipation as he watched Atobe start stroking himself vigorously, some semen already leaking out of the tip. There was no way he was going to join him on top of the piano (explaining how the piano got damaged would be very awkward indeed), but he knew that Atobe was accounting for the fifteen minutes they had and was inviting him to suck him off. As Oshitari neared him, Atobe started to rapidly undo the buttons on his shirt and managed to get it off just before Oshitari's mouth wrapped around him.
Oshitari's skill at this particular art was off-the-charts - Atobe could not support himself sitting up for very long and found himself sprawled on the smooth, black surface of the piano. His pale skin glistened with sweat and he had to bite his lip to prevent loud moaning as he watched Oshitari's head bob up and down between his legs. Atobe chose this because he knew that Oshitari would make quick work of him so they could go home on time, but he didn't anticipate to be that far along in only a few minutes. He could feel his muscles tensing up as he headed towards his climax and he vocally urged Oshitari to keep going, gasping when he felt Oshitari's finger slide into him…
The door was suddenly opened and Coach Sakaki appeared in the doorway. They both froze in complete horror in their rather compromising position as Sakaki looked over them with an intense stare, mentally calculating what he was going to do in response. He nodded curtly, dismissing the actions of two of his prized tennis players as something he would ignore for their sake, and said seriously as he walked out that he would ensure their death if they made a mess on the piano. Atobe and Oshitari were still rooted to the spot for a minute after Sakaki had left and closed the door, but then they both started laughing at the same time from the absurdity of it all. Atobe ordered Oshitari to resume what he was doing, thirsting for the sexual release he was momentarily delayed from, and a few minutes later, he came fully into Oshitari's moist mouth.
Oshitari helped him off of the piano and lowered him to the ground, where he slumped against a wall, heart still pumping quickly from pleasure. He wiped down the lid of the piano with paper towel, muttering to himself about how much sweat Atobe left on the piano and how they might as well be prepared for their deaths tomorrow. Atobe was too content to even begin to argue with Oshitari's attempt at provoking him and chuckled at the mere thought of how mentally scarred their coach was upon stumbling into something unexpected at such a late hour.
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At long last, the concert date had arrived and practically the entire school population had showed up to watch. Oshitari inwardly scoffed at how a fourth of the audience wasn't actually that interested in the fine arts - they were just interested in their idol Atobe and just needed to bathe in his magnificence some more. He wasn't going to say anything to put down the party, but he smirked evilly knowing that no one else came close to experience Atobe's real magnificence as Oshitari did.
Coach Sakaki showed up promptly at call-time in an expensive, yet extremely tasteful, tuxedo with tails. Although all of the boys were wearing tuxedos with tails, they still didn't look quite as refined and dignified as Coach Sakaki did. Oshitari thinks it's because Coach Sakaki is significantly older than him and is thankful Coach Sakaki can't read his mind. Before he was able to ponder any further, their coach asked them to help set up things for the concert, and Oshitari allowed himself to be whisked away into the hustle and bustle.
To Oshitari's amazement, the concert managed to start exactly on time despite the magnitude of all that was in it. It was one of those collage concerts with a plethora of different ensembles from the instrumental, vocal, dance, and theatre departments. Nearly all of the regulars of the tennis team were involved in some way - Mukahi and Shishido choreographed a break dance together with a nice hip-hop song, Hiyoshi was involved in some group number that used movements resembling his enbu tennis skills, and even Kabaji was in a skit as a bodyguard of a princess. Jirou was out in the audience going between being extremely excited and completely asleep.
As for Ootori, he was the piano accompanist for many of the acts, and he did a very good job with all of them. Oshitari was always impressed with how he could play so many different emotions convincingly considering that Ootori had the most consistent and level personality of them all. Especially amusing to Oshitari was when Ootori was violently slamming down the keys to a particularly powerful number and some of the girls of the audience gasped in surprise.
He did have one piano solo on the concert in which the music he chose was perfectly suited for his personality - charming, peaceful, and pure. Listening to the gentle cascades of notes from such tender playing filled Oshitari with feelings of admiration and he joined the audience in a standing ovation at the conclusion. Later, he even got a chance to let his voice shine when he sang with a girl the song "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Miserables while he played the piano part. Mukahi and Oshitari had to restrain an extremely jealous Shishido to his seat when Ootori looked fondly into the girl's eyes, and had to have Jirou sit on him when the girl returned the gesture with her own affectionate glance.
Oshitari and Atobe headed backstage when the orchestra, directed by none other than Coach Sakaki, were starting their first piece on the concert. They would be the last act of the night, and listening to the orchestra play the concerto with such mature musicianship made them nervous about holding up to that standard. Oshitari wondered if it was all a part of Coach Sakaki's plan to have them go last on purpose - it might be some secret test of their resolve and ability to do well under pressure. A tennis coach was still a tennis coach even if he was currently in the role of a music teacher.
The wait was quite long and also very arduous. Oshitari watched Atobe pace back and forth, deep in thought, as the second and third songs went by. It was a bit unnerving to see him in this mood, but Oshitari appreciated it too since it meant that he was dedicated to doing whatever it took to do well. Oshitari was in the same boat anyway - he kept fumbling with his bow unnecessarily and tapping random rhythms softly on his violin.
When the time came, they were greeted with the same tumultuous applause that the orchestra had just received at the end of their final number. Oshitari accounted it to Atobe for being the school's number one sensation, but he knew that he was widely considered to be the school's number two sensation. Regardless, the feelings of apprehension, of caution, and of uncertainty they were experiencing earlier vanished the moment they stepped onto stage and were getting settled. Atobe moved his coat tails carefully out of the way so he could sit down, flexing his fingers before resting them on the ivory keys of the piano. Oshitari quickly adjusted his stand to the right height before lifting his violin to his shoulder and positioning the bow just above the delicate strings.
With a nod, they were off together, performing the music precisely as they had rehearsed. The first part was quick, lively, and technically ferocious and Oshitari knew they needed to be exactly on their game to hit every minute detail that they had meticulously worked out. Articulation, dynamics, intonation, style, tempo, and tone - so much to think about as the music sped by in a blur. The adrenaline was exhilarating and the thought of why they decided to combine their sound together in the first place only further excited them to taking their art to another level.
The beautiful exchange of melodies and countermelodies, the intricate weaving of independent lines together, and the unyielding support of the bass line for the moving line - Oshitari felt his heart was bursting with all of the emotions that he wanted the audience to realize. He wanted them to be taken into their world, to experience the surreal emotions of passion, intensity, comfort, and serenity in forms so potent that words could not describe, but he didn't know how well he was going to be able to accomplish his mission.
As they moved into the section of cacophony, Oshitari was even more determined to play his heart out. He could see that the audience was raptured by the performance, eager to find out what was coming next, and needed to see if Atobe was feeling the same way. Oshitari took a quick glance over in a measure of rest and saw that Atobe's eyes were sparkling with enjoyment as they darted quickly across the page. Together they propelled through the section of chaos and musical turmoil towards the final section - a slower, relaxed section full of enchantment and grace.
There was nothing that could explain what happened next, other than a hallucination perhaps, but Oshitari no longer felt that he was on stage in front of the entire student population. He didn't know where he was, but he was somewhere nice playing his violin with Atobe on his piano and no one else was in sight. He had never been there before, but there was no objection when he glanced over at the other musician. The smile Atobe had on his face was stunning and his light blue eyes were so absolutely alluring that Oshitari found himself breathless. The dexterity of how he moved up and down the piano without missing a single key was captivating. Simplicity at its best - it was just them making beautiful music together enveloped in complete bliss without a care in the world.
Too soon, it was all over as Oshitari let his last note quavering note fade off into the distance. There was complete silence as everyone regain their senses and then they were out of their seats cheering loudly. Atobe rose up from the piano with a satisfied expression and went to stand next to Oshitari as they took a deep bow. After a second bow and a wave to the audience, they made their way backstage where Coach Sakaki gave them the nod of approval, but wasn't able to say anything before the other Hyotei regulars busted in and extended their congratulations. Mukahi clapped him heartily on the back as Shishido punched his shoulder. A little ways away, Ootori was complimenting Atobe with a faint blush on his face and Atobe extended his hand to rest on Ootori's shoulder and gave him a praising smile.
Hiyoshi didn't say much past a quietly muttered 'Well done', but that was probably because he was trying to find ways to Gekokujou them again. Jirou was bouncing all over the place, flitting from performer to performer with geeked-out excitement and awe. In the craziness backstage, no one really notice something bizarre until Shishido mentioned the apparent lack of loud fangirls, which stunned everybody into silence. Kabaji, who went unnoticed until then, said his characteristic 'usu' and then Oshitari noticed his particular stance by the backstage door.
"Let them in Kabaji," Atobe ordered, with an arrogant toss of his head to the side. "Ore-sama needs to be admired by his fans."
"You're lame Atobe."
"Shishido-san!"
"Geez Shishido, you're always getting scolded by Ootori."
"I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you. He's a better player than you."
"No one asked for your opinion, Hiyoshi!"
"Zzz…"
As the door opened, a horde of fans, both male and female, came thundering in with rave reviews of the performances and paper for autographs. Immediately, Atobe disappeared out of sight, though it was easy to know where he was based on the giant gaggle of girls in one area. Ootori had his own fair share of admirers, which he looked slightly embarrassed by how much attention he was getting. Mukahi, Hiyoshi, and Jirou were kind of a tangled mess on the floor from having to pin an angry Shishido down. Oshitari was surrounded by his own set of students, all brimming with anticipation to talk to him or to have him sign something.
"Oh goodness. What did we get ourselves into?"
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When the crowd thinned out and the regulars were released from fangirl and fanboy captivity, they all dragged themselves back to the music rehearsal room where their belongings were. Mukahi mentioned that he had thought about throwing a post-concert party, but now decided against it out of sheer exhaustion. Everyone else agreed that having the party on a different night would be best and they all departed ways with weary waves and half-hearted goodbyes. Atobe left Oshitari's side with a quick nod when the limo arrived and Oshitari nodded back as he reluctantly allowed Mukahi to pull him towards his parents' car.
Once inside the car, his driver handed him his favorite drink before shutting the door and heading towards towards the front. As he sipped the non-alchoholic champagne in the limo, he breathed in a sigh of relief as the limo sped off towards its destination. The concert was flawless in his opinion and he was glad that the student body was so moved by all of the talent that was on the stage. It would be hard to beat that the next year, but they were Hyotei and so they would definitely do their best to surpass the level of excellence they had just set.
Atobe felt the limo slow down to a halt and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. The door was opened and the light of the nearby street lamp made its way into the car. Atobe thanked his driver and climbed out before leaning in to whisper a reminder about what time to pick him up tomorrow. The car drove off as Atobe approached the house, jingling a key in his hand and a devious grin on his face.
Twenty minutes later, the bedroom door opened and the light was switched on. Atobe, who had been laying peacefully on the bed in the dark, frowned slightly as Oshitari came in, tugging on his bow tie.
"Sorry to ruin your beauty sleep, you self-absorbed prince."
"King, Oshitari. I'm better than a mere prince."
"You keep telling yourself that," Oshitari hummed as he started to remove his jacket and reached for a hanger in the closet to hang it up with.
"Anyway," Atobe said hastily, trying to change the subject so he didn't end up in another scuffle with Oshitari. He didn't mind their silly bickering, but Oshitari almost always won and Atobe wasn't in the mood for losing. "It took you a lot longer to get home than I thought."
"Apparently your Insight has some flaws. Anyway, you knew I was riding with Mukahi so you should have known that he would want to go out for some ice cream."
"You mean to tell me that you kept ore-sama waiting because of ice cream?"
"Vanilla ice cream with fudge, caramel, and peanut butter cups."
Atobe sighed, running a hand through his hair. Oshitari gave him a questioning glance before turning away to start unbuttoning his shirt.
"Why aren't you changed yet?" Oshitari asked politely as he let his shirt slide down his back slowly, knowing that Atobe was watching his every movement from his comfortable position against the pillows.
"I didn't see the point if we're going to be naked in your bed very soon."
"I love how you assume that that is what's going to happen."
"I don't assume. I know," Atobe stated seriously. "And you know that if it wasn't going to happen, I was going to make it happen anyway."
"You know who can make things happen without having to exert any effort at all?" Oshitari inquired as he picked his shirt off of the ground and went to grab another hanger.
"You?"
"Yukimura from Rikkai."
"You both are too sadistic for your own good. And Sanada has to deal with one of you while I have the other."
"At least we're exemplary examples of sadism. Wouldn't be any fun if our hearts weren't fully in it," Oshitari continued, grabbing a hold of his t-shirt at the bottom and staring at Atobe enticingly.
"If you stand there like that any longer, I'm going to get up, rip that shirt off of you, and strangle you with it."
Oshitari chuckled at Atobe's rather short fuse when it came to be denied the things that he wanted. Oshitari was glad he wasn't in any danger though - if anyone else tried to keep him from something, Atobe would already have an elaborate plan of revenge in place and effectively carried out. He smirked as he pulled his shirt slowly over his head, revealing a nicely toned, tan chest. Atobe let his eyes trail down from his neck all the way to the zipper of his pants. If he was guilty for wearing pants that were a bit too tight for him, then Oshitari was absurdly guilty for wearing his pants too low to be considered decent.
"Come on Oshitari, hurry up," Atobe said impatiently. "You only have your pants, socks and underwear left."
"Why don't you get up and help?"
"Nah. Too comfortable in your bed."
Oshitari rolled his eyes and removed everything else before climbing onto the bed and straddling Atobe. Atobe sighed at the comfortable weight that had pressed into him, putting his hands onto Oshitari's lower back and squeezing him lightly. Oshitari rolled his eyes again and started to remove Atobe's clothing for him, pressing light kisses on his skin as he did so. Oshitari had to move off of Atobe's body to address the removal of his pants, but rewarded him with more frequent and moist kisses. He was not going to deny the fact that he enjoyed being royally spoiled by his boyfriend.
Atobe was feeling a conflict of interests arise in his mind. He was so satisfied with how things went at the concert that he felt like laying there just enjoying all of the good feelings. At the same time, he was purely exhausted from having to be on top of his game from the start to the finish of their duet endeavor. Being completely naked with an equally as naked boy that was running his tongue along the contour of his ribs wasn't helping him decide on what he wanted to do either. It just made him crave sex more than he had the energy for.
"Hmm… you must be quite tired," Oshitari noted, taking Atobe away from his thoughts. "Normally you would be touching yourself or begging me stop teasing you."
"I'm not always like that!" Atobe retaliated. "Not when I just want kissing at least."
"I know, but this is after a big accomplishment, and you always like to celebrate in a big way…"
"That's what I was thinking about actually…" Atobe revealed and noticed that Oshitari had raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "I think that what we did was something… magical."
"Indeed it was."
"And I feel so wonderful that I think I'm still just taking it all in."
Oshitari smiled and nuzzled his neck before sucking some sensitive spots gently. Atobe could tell Oshitari was definitely feeling the same by the way he was careful about pleasing him, but not in a way that would send him up into the extremes of wild passion. He did feel that Oshitari was getting harder by the minute from prolonged contact against his leg and he smirked.
An idea crossed Atobe's mind right about then - a idea that most people might consider bizarre and Atobe questioned how he came up with the idea in the first place. His only guess was that he needed to re-live their phenomenal duet again and there were no other instruments nearby…
"Hey Oshitari."
"What is it?"
"Lay down on the bed. On your back."
Oshitari gave him another questioning glance, but did exactly what he was told. Once he was comfortably set against the sheets and pillows, he put his arms behind his head and looked at Atobe for further explanation. Atobe didn't say anything while he moved to the side in a kneeling position and reached out so that his fingertips were poised just above Oshitari's chest.
Without warning, he pressed down before quickly releasing and doing the same across the plane of Oshitari's body. Oshitari's eyes widened slightly in surprise because it was most likely something he was not expecting, but then they lit up when he figured out what Atobe was doing. Atobe smiled softly back as he let his fingers dance delicately across Oshitari, playing the beginning part of the duet completely from memory.
He saw that Oshitari had become quite stiff from this newness of the sensation. This new idea was peculiar, but he was sure that Oshitari found it to be romantic and welcomed it wholeheartedly. He could feel Oshitari's muscles relax and saw that his body would tremble slightly when he pressed certain chords or had a fast, escalating run of sixteenth notes.
"Atobe, I didn't know you had it in you to go out on quite a whim. Especially a romantic one."
"I just love what we have together and now what had just transpired a little over two hours ago. I need to experience it one more time tonight."
"Ahh…" Oshitari commented. "But you know, it was a duet, not a solo piece."
"What an astute observation."
"Thanks for your sarcasm, but now can you spread your legs a little bit? Even if it's going to be slightly more uncomfortable?"
Atobe nodded and shifted his knees apart, inhaling sharply when Oshitari's left hand wrapped around him loosely. His heart started pulsating quickly as he felt the blood start rushing down to that area uncontrollably.
"Then I need to play my part with yours," Oshitari said with a satisfied smirk. "I hope you can keep up since you're a bit more at a disadvantage."
"Don't you dare threaten me."
Then they were off, fingering every note precisely and moving in time. Everything was in complete silent harmony - they could hear the music in their heads so there was no need to utter it aloud. Every nuance and inflection was addressed - nothing of their perfect moment earlier was forgotten as the memory and feelings came swirling back. Atobe felt that his breath was caught in his throat as he started to struggle with keeping his control. The ungodly nimbleness of his fingers was mind-blowing as he shifted up and down his shaft. It was especially hard to not jerk forward each time Oshitari did vibrato on a longer note - the motion kept sending Atobe higher and higher into uncontainable fervor.
It was a bit harder for Atobe to attend to Oshitari's needs, but he tried to make up for it by touching his nipples or stroking him when he only needed one hand to play a section. Things started becoming hazy as the song progressed on - both of them challenging themselves to keep it together as the ripples of pleasure manifested into tidal waves of ecstasy. What they were doing was so unusual, but there was such an attractive charm about enjoying the journey and not having to rush to the final destination.
When they finally hit the third and final section, Atobe felt his imagination take flight and escape into a world of the utmost beauty and unperturbed calm. He mused, as he felt the tranquility seep into his soul, that Oshitari was also in the same place both now and then. As his hands trickled through the keys of the piano in this oasis of wonder, his eyes landed on Oshitari who was standing there, playing his violin with a content smile and genuinely inviting dark blue eyes. His eyes were drawn to the swiftness of his bow and the confidence of his stance. He knew that there was nothing more that he wanted than to make music with him for the rest of the days to come.
The reason that had chosen this particular song was not to show off their prodigal skills in the technical parts to awe the audience - they could do that anytime they wanted with anything. No, the had chosen the song because it was the only one that accurately represented them as individuals, as friends, and as lovers. They were two immensely talented and independent people and not a day went by where they didn't try to outsmart and outdo each other, but they lived off the rush of the challenge and knew that they were constantly improving because of it. Despite all of the chaos and havoc they dealt with in their daily lives and with each other on occasion, they knew that in the end, everything always led to something great and positive. The way that they interacted, overlapped, intertwined, and connected - it was something unique and truly special and this song was the embodiment of all of that and more.
As the song irrevocably came to an end, Atobe could not subdue himself any longer, bracing himself with his hands while he swallowed a guttural growl. He hit his climax hard and his body quaked as he spent all over Oshitari's chest, moaning slightly as the surges of ecstasy jolted through his entire being. He bent down to take Oshitari into his mouth to keep him from getting his bedsheets dirty, and he came seconds later at the height of his feelings, hot into Atobe with a loud sigh.
"Damn…"
"I agree."
"Maybe we should have considered doing this as our duet instead of using real instruments?"
"I'm not about to show the school how good we are in bed with each other."
"First time you didn't want to flaunt something that you are ridiculously capable of doing."
Atobe smirked, kissing Oshitari on his soft, thick lips to subdue him. He knew that Oshitari was purposely prodding him to get kissed, but Atobe didn't care. The taste of accomplishment never tasted sweeter and he was entitled to have as much of it as he wanted.
"Hey Atobe."
"What is it, you conniving bastard?"
"You made a mess on the piano. You should probably clean that up before Coach Sakaki comes in and kills us."
Atobe laughed loudly at Oshitari's comical comment, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. He felt a bit maniacal thinking about how many times they had been caught in an act by either their coach, the students of their school, and with each other. He was definitely feeling euphoric in a bit of a crazed way and climbed on top of Oshitari, pressing his chest into his. He closed his eyes, feeling their hearts beat in unison as Oshitari chuckled and pulled the covers over the both of them. Music is universal - it knows no boundaries and defies all language barriers, and it is because of this, that Atobe and Oshitari were able to share their unspoken feelings that were harbored because words simply didn't exist to describe them.
The quote from the summary ("Music touches the deepest of desires, the fondest of dreams, and to the very center of the human soul that nothing else can penetrate") was something I had written years ago and it something that I truly believe as a musician and as a music educator. I hope that that comes across well in this fic.
Hope you enjoy - please leave a review if you have a chance :D
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"Play a duet with me," Atobe demanded, leaning against a set of lockers and watching Oshitari, who was bent over packing things into his bag. The view of Oshitari's backside never failed to grab Atobe's attention and he didn't mind looking since they were the only ones in the locker room on a Sunday afternoon.
"Excuse me? I think I misheard you," Oshitari answered and Atobe was sure he was smiling as he asked.
"You heard me perfectly well," Atobe stated while he pointedly watched Oshitari straighten up and turn around.
"Well, I am quite a bit caught off-guard," Oshitari admitted, advancing slowly towards Atobe, which caused him to feel a bit weak at the knees. There was something sensual about the way Oshitari walked, especially when he was advancing on someone with that predatory grin.
"How so?" Atobe said breathlessly, knowing that Oshitari was getting closer and most likely was going to invade his personal space.
"It's just that you like it when all the attention is focused on you," Oshitari murmured as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the lockers on either side of him. "Playing a duet means you have to share the spotlight… I might get more appreciation than you for once."
He knew Oshitari's game - he knew that Oshitari was tempting him to close the distance between them physically. Oshitari wanted to see how he could resist as he stood so tantalizingly near, talking in that deep voice, staring deeply into his eyes. Atobe didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
"I will still have more brilliance than you," Atobe declared and he noticed the dangerous flint that shot through Oshitari's eyes, causing him to involuntarily press back into the lockers. "But I… I just like the sound of your violin playing. It's very… honest.""
"Oh, I didn't know you thought that," Oshitari said, taken-aback. "I mean… really?"
"I know your true self better than anyone else. And your music is just like you - warm, gentle, invigorating, passionate, intricate… and I want more of it."
A faint blush appeared on Oshitari's face and Atobe smiled. He loved it when he could get Oshitari to reveal emotions in front of him.
"Atobe… that was one of the nicest things I've ever heard you say. And coincidentally, I feel the same way about your piano playing…"
"Which is why I want to do a duet."
Oshitari laughed and finally pressed against him, causing Atobe to let out a content sigh.
"Are you ready to be enveloped by my sound?" Oshitari whispered into his ear, his soft hair touching his face. Atobe suddenly felt the heat rise and felt like he was suffocating from the sexual tension of being in such close proximity. The fire was steadily coursing through his veins and he could feel a pool of it start collecting down in his lower area. He cursed himself mentally for not being any better at resisting.
"Damn you Oshitari," Atobe said through gritted tech as Oshitari pulled back, the silky tresses of his hair trailing his jawline as he did. "I can't walk into public like this."
"It's your fault you wear very tight pants. Although I like the fact that it reveals some of your best assets."
"I know, you like my ass. But that's not the side I'm concerned about right now."
Oshitari smirked and patted him gently on that particular spot and Atobe scowled, pushing his hand away.
"It's your fault so fix it so I can go home," Atobe responded indignantly.
"Hmm… I prefer not to take care of you in the locker room right now. I need to get home too…"
"I'll get a limo… is that better so you don't have to walk home in the dark?"
"I knew you would understand where I was coming from eventually…" Oshitari noted as he picked up his bag to head out as Atobe made a quick call on his phone. "Leather seats?"
"The finest black leather around."
"Perfect. Your pale skin will contrast beautifully with it," Oshitari said, evoking a faint pink blush to appear on Atobe's face.
"Let's go Oshitari," Atobe beckoned, snapping his fingers. "Our ride will be here soon and I've instructed him to take the long around town."
"Hmm… I bet I can get you off before we even get to the first turn on the street."
"I accept your challenge you self-proclaimed genius," Atobe declared, walking away with a confident grin and his head held high. His pride would not allow Oshitari to win at anything if he could help it. Even if he was dealing with the 'Man of 1000 Techniques'.
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Their practice sessions were always unpredictable, yet productive in some way or another. At first, they had a hard time connecting on a musical level - they were used to solo playing and therefore had their own ideas for interpretation. They would bicker over articulation, tone, style, and dynamics, and when things got a little too stressful, they would argue about each other's personal flaws. They knew that the reasons they were there together in the first place included their respect of their flaws, but that didn't stop them from using them as weapons when they weren't getting their way.
About three weeks into their practicing, Coach Sakaki walked in on them unexpectedly in the middle of an argument and proceeded to slap them both over the heads. Then he launched into a lecture about how he felt ashamed that he as a music teacher knew musicians as thick-headed and stubborn as they were. Atobe and Oshitari were quite intimidated - Coach Sakaki was hardly ever angry and he was usually a man of few concise words. They apologized and said they would learn to cooperate. Coach Sakaki accepted and dismissed them with his signature 'Itteyoshi'.
Things dramatically improved since that time, mostly because Atobe was seething that he didn't take the initiative to take care of the problems himself. Oshitari found it humorous that Coach Sakaki was the one to put them in line - he half-expected Ootori to stumble in one day and tell them to be nice with each other in his gentle way. That is, assuming that the ferocity of their bantering didn't scare him off.
As the next few weeks went on, they learned to listen to each others' sound and make suggestions on how to blend them to create what they ultimately desired. It wasn't about deciding who was wrong or right about a passage - it was working together to determine what they could adjust to get it just right. Atobe had to remind himself constantly to let go of his pride when Oshitari had a positive criticism, and Oshitari had to remind himself to not make snarky remarks when Atobe had something to say about him.
Of course, being alone in a practice room meant that some days they felt the need to do other kinds of practicing. Those days were always the day that something remarkable happened in the music - either something connected perfectly or they were emotionally moved by what they were creating. Atobe always wanted to celebrate those moments at the end of their practice session and Oshitari loved to indulge him. Aside from passionately making out, Oshitari was quite fond of Atobe laying on the piano bench while he was pressing deep into him, crying out of pleasure. Thank goodness those practice rooms were virtually soundproof or innocent bystanders would have been subjected to some rather dirty talk and noises.
One late evening, as Atobe was putting down the lid of the grand piano with a satisfied smirk on his face, he asked if Oshitari could stay a little late. Oshitari, knowing exactly what he meant, said he could afford about fifteen minutes and watched as Atobe climbed into a sitting position on top of the piano, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down quickly. They had never done anything on the piano itself before, and Oshitari licked his lips in anticipation as he watched Atobe start stroking himself vigorously, some semen already leaking out of the tip. There was no way he was going to join him on top of the piano (explaining how the piano got damaged would be very awkward indeed), but he knew that Atobe was accounting for the fifteen minutes they had and was inviting him to suck him off. As Oshitari neared him, Atobe started to rapidly undo the buttons on his shirt and managed to get it off just before Oshitari's mouth wrapped around him.
Oshitari's skill at this particular art was off-the-charts - Atobe could not support himself sitting up for very long and found himself sprawled on the smooth, black surface of the piano. His pale skin glistened with sweat and he had to bite his lip to prevent loud moaning as he watched Oshitari's head bob up and down between his legs. Atobe chose this because he knew that Oshitari would make quick work of him so they could go home on time, but he didn't anticipate to be that far along in only a few minutes. He could feel his muscles tensing up as he headed towards his climax and he vocally urged Oshitari to keep going, gasping when he felt Oshitari's finger slide into him…
The door was suddenly opened and Coach Sakaki appeared in the doorway. They both froze in complete horror in their rather compromising position as Sakaki looked over them with an intense stare, mentally calculating what he was going to do in response. He nodded curtly, dismissing the actions of two of his prized tennis players as something he would ignore for their sake, and said seriously as he walked out that he would ensure their death if they made a mess on the piano. Atobe and Oshitari were still rooted to the spot for a minute after Sakaki had left and closed the door, but then they both started laughing at the same time from the absurdity of it all. Atobe ordered Oshitari to resume what he was doing, thirsting for the sexual release he was momentarily delayed from, and a few minutes later, he came fully into Oshitari's moist mouth.
Oshitari helped him off of the piano and lowered him to the ground, where he slumped against a wall, heart still pumping quickly from pleasure. He wiped down the lid of the piano with paper towel, muttering to himself about how much sweat Atobe left on the piano and how they might as well be prepared for their deaths tomorrow. Atobe was too content to even begin to argue with Oshitari's attempt at provoking him and chuckled at the mere thought of how mentally scarred their coach was upon stumbling into something unexpected at such a late hour.
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At long last, the concert date had arrived and practically the entire school population had showed up to watch. Oshitari inwardly scoffed at how a fourth of the audience wasn't actually that interested in the fine arts - they were just interested in their idol Atobe and just needed to bathe in his magnificence some more. He wasn't going to say anything to put down the party, but he smirked evilly knowing that no one else came close to experience Atobe's real magnificence as Oshitari did.
Coach Sakaki showed up promptly at call-time in an expensive, yet extremely tasteful, tuxedo with tails. Although all of the boys were wearing tuxedos with tails, they still didn't look quite as refined and dignified as Coach Sakaki did. Oshitari thinks it's because Coach Sakaki is significantly older than him and is thankful Coach Sakaki can't read his mind. Before he was able to ponder any further, their coach asked them to help set up things for the concert, and Oshitari allowed himself to be whisked away into the hustle and bustle.
To Oshitari's amazement, the concert managed to start exactly on time despite the magnitude of all that was in it. It was one of those collage concerts with a plethora of different ensembles from the instrumental, vocal, dance, and theatre departments. Nearly all of the regulars of the tennis team were involved in some way - Mukahi and Shishido choreographed a break dance together with a nice hip-hop song, Hiyoshi was involved in some group number that used movements resembling his enbu tennis skills, and even Kabaji was in a skit as a bodyguard of a princess. Jirou was out in the audience going between being extremely excited and completely asleep.
As for Ootori, he was the piano accompanist for many of the acts, and he did a very good job with all of them. Oshitari was always impressed with how he could play so many different emotions convincingly considering that Ootori had the most consistent and level personality of them all. Especially amusing to Oshitari was when Ootori was violently slamming down the keys to a particularly powerful number and some of the girls of the audience gasped in surprise.
He did have one piano solo on the concert in which the music he chose was perfectly suited for his personality - charming, peaceful, and pure. Listening to the gentle cascades of notes from such tender playing filled Oshitari with feelings of admiration and he joined the audience in a standing ovation at the conclusion. Later, he even got a chance to let his voice shine when he sang with a girl the song "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Miserables while he played the piano part. Mukahi and Oshitari had to restrain an extremely jealous Shishido to his seat when Ootori looked fondly into the girl's eyes, and had to have Jirou sit on him when the girl returned the gesture with her own affectionate glance.
Oshitari and Atobe headed backstage when the orchestra, directed by none other than Coach Sakaki, were starting their first piece on the concert. They would be the last act of the night, and listening to the orchestra play the concerto with such mature musicianship made them nervous about holding up to that standard. Oshitari wondered if it was all a part of Coach Sakaki's plan to have them go last on purpose - it might be some secret test of their resolve and ability to do well under pressure. A tennis coach was still a tennis coach even if he was currently in the role of a music teacher.
The wait was quite long and also very arduous. Oshitari watched Atobe pace back and forth, deep in thought, as the second and third songs went by. It was a bit unnerving to see him in this mood, but Oshitari appreciated it too since it meant that he was dedicated to doing whatever it took to do well. Oshitari was in the same boat anyway - he kept fumbling with his bow unnecessarily and tapping random rhythms softly on his violin.
When the time came, they were greeted with the same tumultuous applause that the orchestra had just received at the end of their final number. Oshitari accounted it to Atobe for being the school's number one sensation, but he knew that he was widely considered to be the school's number two sensation. Regardless, the feelings of apprehension, of caution, and of uncertainty they were experiencing earlier vanished the moment they stepped onto stage and were getting settled. Atobe moved his coat tails carefully out of the way so he could sit down, flexing his fingers before resting them on the ivory keys of the piano. Oshitari quickly adjusted his stand to the right height before lifting his violin to his shoulder and positioning the bow just above the delicate strings.
With a nod, they were off together, performing the music precisely as they had rehearsed. The first part was quick, lively, and technically ferocious and Oshitari knew they needed to be exactly on their game to hit every minute detail that they had meticulously worked out. Articulation, dynamics, intonation, style, tempo, and tone - so much to think about as the music sped by in a blur. The adrenaline was exhilarating and the thought of why they decided to combine their sound together in the first place only further excited them to taking their art to another level.
The beautiful exchange of melodies and countermelodies, the intricate weaving of independent lines together, and the unyielding support of the bass line for the moving line - Oshitari felt his heart was bursting with all of the emotions that he wanted the audience to realize. He wanted them to be taken into their world, to experience the surreal emotions of passion, intensity, comfort, and serenity in forms so potent that words could not describe, but he didn't know how well he was going to be able to accomplish his mission.
As they moved into the section of cacophony, Oshitari was even more determined to play his heart out. He could see that the audience was raptured by the performance, eager to find out what was coming next, and needed to see if Atobe was feeling the same way. Oshitari took a quick glance over in a measure of rest and saw that Atobe's eyes were sparkling with enjoyment as they darted quickly across the page. Together they propelled through the section of chaos and musical turmoil towards the final section - a slower, relaxed section full of enchantment and grace.
There was nothing that could explain what happened next, other than a hallucination perhaps, but Oshitari no longer felt that he was on stage in front of the entire student population. He didn't know where he was, but he was somewhere nice playing his violin with Atobe on his piano and no one else was in sight. He had never been there before, but there was no objection when he glanced over at the other musician. The smile Atobe had on his face was stunning and his light blue eyes were so absolutely alluring that Oshitari found himself breathless. The dexterity of how he moved up and down the piano without missing a single key was captivating. Simplicity at its best - it was just them making beautiful music together enveloped in complete bliss without a care in the world.
Too soon, it was all over as Oshitari let his last note quavering note fade off into the distance. There was complete silence as everyone regain their senses and then they were out of their seats cheering loudly. Atobe rose up from the piano with a satisfied expression and went to stand next to Oshitari as they took a deep bow. After a second bow and a wave to the audience, they made their way backstage where Coach Sakaki gave them the nod of approval, but wasn't able to say anything before the other Hyotei regulars busted in and extended their congratulations. Mukahi clapped him heartily on the back as Shishido punched his shoulder. A little ways away, Ootori was complimenting Atobe with a faint blush on his face and Atobe extended his hand to rest on Ootori's shoulder and gave him a praising smile.
Hiyoshi didn't say much past a quietly muttered 'Well done', but that was probably because he was trying to find ways to Gekokujou them again. Jirou was bouncing all over the place, flitting from performer to performer with geeked-out excitement and awe. In the craziness backstage, no one really notice something bizarre until Shishido mentioned the apparent lack of loud fangirls, which stunned everybody into silence. Kabaji, who went unnoticed until then, said his characteristic 'usu' and then Oshitari noticed his particular stance by the backstage door.
"Let them in Kabaji," Atobe ordered, with an arrogant toss of his head to the side. "Ore-sama needs to be admired by his fans."
"You're lame Atobe."
"Shishido-san!"
"Geez Shishido, you're always getting scolded by Ootori."
"I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you. He's a better player than you."
"No one asked for your opinion, Hiyoshi!"
"Zzz…"
As the door opened, a horde of fans, both male and female, came thundering in with rave reviews of the performances and paper for autographs. Immediately, Atobe disappeared out of sight, though it was easy to know where he was based on the giant gaggle of girls in one area. Ootori had his own fair share of admirers, which he looked slightly embarrassed by how much attention he was getting. Mukahi, Hiyoshi, and Jirou were kind of a tangled mess on the floor from having to pin an angry Shishido down. Oshitari was surrounded by his own set of students, all brimming with anticipation to talk to him or to have him sign something.
"Oh goodness. What did we get ourselves into?"
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When the crowd thinned out and the regulars were released from fangirl and fanboy captivity, they all dragged themselves back to the music rehearsal room where their belongings were. Mukahi mentioned that he had thought about throwing a post-concert party, but now decided against it out of sheer exhaustion. Everyone else agreed that having the party on a different night would be best and they all departed ways with weary waves and half-hearted goodbyes. Atobe left Oshitari's side with a quick nod when the limo arrived and Oshitari nodded back as he reluctantly allowed Mukahi to pull him towards his parents' car.
Once inside the car, his driver handed him his favorite drink before shutting the door and heading towards towards the front. As he sipped the non-alchoholic champagne in the limo, he breathed in a sigh of relief as the limo sped off towards its destination. The concert was flawless in his opinion and he was glad that the student body was so moved by all of the talent that was on the stage. It would be hard to beat that the next year, but they were Hyotei and so they would definitely do their best to surpass the level of excellence they had just set.
Atobe felt the limo slow down to a halt and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. The door was opened and the light of the nearby street lamp made its way into the car. Atobe thanked his driver and climbed out before leaning in to whisper a reminder about what time to pick him up tomorrow. The car drove off as Atobe approached the house, jingling a key in his hand and a devious grin on his face.
Twenty minutes later, the bedroom door opened and the light was switched on. Atobe, who had been laying peacefully on the bed in the dark, frowned slightly as Oshitari came in, tugging on his bow tie.
"Sorry to ruin your beauty sleep, you self-absorbed prince."
"King, Oshitari. I'm better than a mere prince."
"You keep telling yourself that," Oshitari hummed as he started to remove his jacket and reached for a hanger in the closet to hang it up with.
"Anyway," Atobe said hastily, trying to change the subject so he didn't end up in another scuffle with Oshitari. He didn't mind their silly bickering, but Oshitari almost always won and Atobe wasn't in the mood for losing. "It took you a lot longer to get home than I thought."
"Apparently your Insight has some flaws. Anyway, you knew I was riding with Mukahi so you should have known that he would want to go out for some ice cream."
"You mean to tell me that you kept ore-sama waiting because of ice cream?"
"Vanilla ice cream with fudge, caramel, and peanut butter cups."
Atobe sighed, running a hand through his hair. Oshitari gave him a questioning glance before turning away to start unbuttoning his shirt.
"Why aren't you changed yet?" Oshitari asked politely as he let his shirt slide down his back slowly, knowing that Atobe was watching his every movement from his comfortable position against the pillows.
"I didn't see the point if we're going to be naked in your bed very soon."
"I love how you assume that that is what's going to happen."
"I don't assume. I know," Atobe stated seriously. "And you know that if it wasn't going to happen, I was going to make it happen anyway."
"You know who can make things happen without having to exert any effort at all?" Oshitari inquired as he picked his shirt off of the ground and went to grab another hanger.
"You?"
"Yukimura from Rikkai."
"You both are too sadistic for your own good. And Sanada has to deal with one of you while I have the other."
"At least we're exemplary examples of sadism. Wouldn't be any fun if our hearts weren't fully in it," Oshitari continued, grabbing a hold of his t-shirt at the bottom and staring at Atobe enticingly.
"If you stand there like that any longer, I'm going to get up, rip that shirt off of you, and strangle you with it."
Oshitari chuckled at Atobe's rather short fuse when it came to be denied the things that he wanted. Oshitari was glad he wasn't in any danger though - if anyone else tried to keep him from something, Atobe would already have an elaborate plan of revenge in place and effectively carried out. He smirked as he pulled his shirt slowly over his head, revealing a nicely toned, tan chest. Atobe let his eyes trail down from his neck all the way to the zipper of his pants. If he was guilty for wearing pants that were a bit too tight for him, then Oshitari was absurdly guilty for wearing his pants too low to be considered decent.
"Come on Oshitari, hurry up," Atobe said impatiently. "You only have your pants, socks and underwear left."
"Why don't you get up and help?"
"Nah. Too comfortable in your bed."
Oshitari rolled his eyes and removed everything else before climbing onto the bed and straddling Atobe. Atobe sighed at the comfortable weight that had pressed into him, putting his hands onto Oshitari's lower back and squeezing him lightly. Oshitari rolled his eyes again and started to remove Atobe's clothing for him, pressing light kisses on his skin as he did so. Oshitari had to move off of Atobe's body to address the removal of his pants, but rewarded him with more frequent and moist kisses. He was not going to deny the fact that he enjoyed being royally spoiled by his boyfriend.
Atobe was feeling a conflict of interests arise in his mind. He was so satisfied with how things went at the concert that he felt like laying there just enjoying all of the good feelings. At the same time, he was purely exhausted from having to be on top of his game from the start to the finish of their duet endeavor. Being completely naked with an equally as naked boy that was running his tongue along the contour of his ribs wasn't helping him decide on what he wanted to do either. It just made him crave sex more than he had the energy for.
"Hmm… you must be quite tired," Oshitari noted, taking Atobe away from his thoughts. "Normally you would be touching yourself or begging me stop teasing you."
"I'm not always like that!" Atobe retaliated. "Not when I just want kissing at least."
"I know, but this is after a big accomplishment, and you always like to celebrate in a big way…"
"That's what I was thinking about actually…" Atobe revealed and noticed that Oshitari had raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "I think that what we did was something… magical."
"Indeed it was."
"And I feel so wonderful that I think I'm still just taking it all in."
Oshitari smiled and nuzzled his neck before sucking some sensitive spots gently. Atobe could tell Oshitari was definitely feeling the same by the way he was careful about pleasing him, but not in a way that would send him up into the extremes of wild passion. He did feel that Oshitari was getting harder by the minute from prolonged contact against his leg and he smirked.
An idea crossed Atobe's mind right about then - a idea that most people might consider bizarre and Atobe questioned how he came up with the idea in the first place. His only guess was that he needed to re-live their phenomenal duet again and there were no other instruments nearby…
"Hey Oshitari."
"What is it?"
"Lay down on the bed. On your back."
Oshitari gave him another questioning glance, but did exactly what he was told. Once he was comfortably set against the sheets and pillows, he put his arms behind his head and looked at Atobe for further explanation. Atobe didn't say anything while he moved to the side in a kneeling position and reached out so that his fingertips were poised just above Oshitari's chest.
Without warning, he pressed down before quickly releasing and doing the same across the plane of Oshitari's body. Oshitari's eyes widened slightly in surprise because it was most likely something he was not expecting, but then they lit up when he figured out what Atobe was doing. Atobe smiled softly back as he let his fingers dance delicately across Oshitari, playing the beginning part of the duet completely from memory.
He saw that Oshitari had become quite stiff from this newness of the sensation. This new idea was peculiar, but he was sure that Oshitari found it to be romantic and welcomed it wholeheartedly. He could feel Oshitari's muscles relax and saw that his body would tremble slightly when he pressed certain chords or had a fast, escalating run of sixteenth notes.
"Atobe, I didn't know you had it in you to go out on quite a whim. Especially a romantic one."
"I just love what we have together and now what had just transpired a little over two hours ago. I need to experience it one more time tonight."
"Ahh…" Oshitari commented. "But you know, it was a duet, not a solo piece."
"What an astute observation."
"Thanks for your sarcasm, but now can you spread your legs a little bit? Even if it's going to be slightly more uncomfortable?"
Atobe nodded and shifted his knees apart, inhaling sharply when Oshitari's left hand wrapped around him loosely. His heart started pulsating quickly as he felt the blood start rushing down to that area uncontrollably.
"Then I need to play my part with yours," Oshitari said with a satisfied smirk. "I hope you can keep up since you're a bit more at a disadvantage."
"Don't you dare threaten me."
Then they were off, fingering every note precisely and moving in time. Everything was in complete silent harmony - they could hear the music in their heads so there was no need to utter it aloud. Every nuance and inflection was addressed - nothing of their perfect moment earlier was forgotten as the memory and feelings came swirling back. Atobe felt that his breath was caught in his throat as he started to struggle with keeping his control. The ungodly nimbleness of his fingers was mind-blowing as he shifted up and down his shaft. It was especially hard to not jerk forward each time Oshitari did vibrato on a longer note - the motion kept sending Atobe higher and higher into uncontainable fervor.
It was a bit harder for Atobe to attend to Oshitari's needs, but he tried to make up for it by touching his nipples or stroking him when he only needed one hand to play a section. Things started becoming hazy as the song progressed on - both of them challenging themselves to keep it together as the ripples of pleasure manifested into tidal waves of ecstasy. What they were doing was so unusual, but there was such an attractive charm about enjoying the journey and not having to rush to the final destination.
When they finally hit the third and final section, Atobe felt his imagination take flight and escape into a world of the utmost beauty and unperturbed calm. He mused, as he felt the tranquility seep into his soul, that Oshitari was also in the same place both now and then. As his hands trickled through the keys of the piano in this oasis of wonder, his eyes landed on Oshitari who was standing there, playing his violin with a content smile and genuinely inviting dark blue eyes. His eyes were drawn to the swiftness of his bow and the confidence of his stance. He knew that there was nothing more that he wanted than to make music with him for the rest of the days to come.
The reason that had chosen this particular song was not to show off their prodigal skills in the technical parts to awe the audience - they could do that anytime they wanted with anything. No, the had chosen the song because it was the only one that accurately represented them as individuals, as friends, and as lovers. They were two immensely talented and independent people and not a day went by where they didn't try to outsmart and outdo each other, but they lived off the rush of the challenge and knew that they were constantly improving because of it. Despite all of the chaos and havoc they dealt with in their daily lives and with each other on occasion, they knew that in the end, everything always led to something great and positive. The way that they interacted, overlapped, intertwined, and connected - it was something unique and truly special and this song was the embodiment of all of that and more.
As the song irrevocably came to an end, Atobe could not subdue himself any longer, bracing himself with his hands while he swallowed a guttural growl. He hit his climax hard and his body quaked as he spent all over Oshitari's chest, moaning slightly as the surges of ecstasy jolted through his entire being. He bent down to take Oshitari into his mouth to keep him from getting his bedsheets dirty, and he came seconds later at the height of his feelings, hot into Atobe with a loud sigh.
"Damn…"
"I agree."
"Maybe we should have considered doing this as our duet instead of using real instruments?"
"I'm not about to show the school how good we are in bed with each other."
"First time you didn't want to flaunt something that you are ridiculously capable of doing."
Atobe smirked, kissing Oshitari on his soft, thick lips to subdue him. He knew that Oshitari was purposely prodding him to get kissed, but Atobe didn't care. The taste of accomplishment never tasted sweeter and he was entitled to have as much of it as he wanted.
"Hey Atobe."
"What is it, you conniving bastard?"
"You made a mess on the piano. You should probably clean that up before Coach Sakaki comes in and kills us."
Atobe laughed loudly at Oshitari's comical comment, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. He felt a bit maniacal thinking about how many times they had been caught in an act by either their coach, the students of their school, and with each other. He was definitely feeling euphoric in a bit of a crazed way and climbed on top of Oshitari, pressing his chest into his. He closed his eyes, feeling their hearts beat in unison as Oshitari chuckled and pulled the covers over the both of them. Music is universal - it knows no boundaries and defies all language barriers, and it is because of this, that Atobe and Oshitari were able to share their unspoken feelings that were harbored because words simply didn't exist to describe them.
Posted by KeigoAtobe007 | May 18, 2011 6:24 PM | 0 comments
Author's Note: My first Yanagi x Kirihara fic (and I've been dying to write them). I actually had the first five paragraphs done a couple of months ago, but I had other things I was working on that needed to get done first. Today some inspiration hit and I was able to finish it. Anyway, it's just a short, sweet tale of Yanagi and Kirihara enjoying the simple things in life. With touches of Yanagi's dry humor and Kirihara's occasional embarrassment. Please enjoy and review!
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It was a cool autumn's night and Yanagi and Kirihara were sitting on a blanket together next to the small campfire they had just started. They were currently in Yanagi's backyard enjoying some fresh air before the weekend was over. The skies were completely devoid of clouds, letting the stars and moon shine fully down on the two of them. It was also completely silent save the faint crackling of the burning wood in front of them.
Yanagi smiled to himself as he pulled Kirihara closer, straightening his scarf carefully and watching a faint blush travel across his cheeks. He tousled Kirihara's hair gently, which caused him to turn and look at him skeptically.
"What is it?" Yanagi asked innocently.
"You're trying to make me blush more," Kirihara answered stiffly, crossing his arms.
"I wouldn't try if I didn't have a chance of succeeding, Akaya," Yanagi reminded him as he kissed his cheek. "You know me better than that… although you will never know me as well as I do you."
"Stop being creepy, Yanagi-senpai," Kirihara responded with a hint of seriousness and a touch of annoyance. "Anyway, I want to make some s'mores."
"Go ahead, the ingredients are right next to you. Although I would be careful - you have a seventy percent chance of messing up your first attempt."
"Better than you who has never made s'mores before," Kirihara retorted back hotly as he shoved a large marshmallow onto a stick, standing up and moving closer to the fire with Yanagi following him.
"It wasn't one of those things that caught my attention when I was younger," Yanagi stated as he did the same to his marshmallow and held it over the fire with a concentrated look upon his face.
"Yeah, you really didn't do anything fun, did you?"
"Tennis."
"Doesn't count."
Yanagi smiled to himself as he slowly turned his marshmallow over to make sure he was heating it evenly. It was true that outside of tennis he really didn't do too much in the normal fun category. He loved to read, often pouring over books for hours on end and sometimes skipping over meals much to his parents' displeasure. When he wasn't reading or playing tennis, he was writing down facts and statistics about the things he observed to see if he could truly understand what he was perceiving. He was also a bit obsessive about improving himself in everything to see how close he could get to perfection.
As predicted, Kirihara did ruin his first attempt and Yanagi handed over a stick with a marshmallow already on it as a fuming Kirihara blew the fire out on his original marshmallow that was now scorched black and disfigured. He took the stick grudgingly and Yanagi flashed him the brightest smile he could muster, which only infuriated Kirihara more. As much as he loved the boy, he enjoyed harassing him more.
When they managed to make a few s'mores for each of them, they went back to their original spot on the blanket. Kirihara chomped through his first one in an instant before Yanagi could even think about eating it. He looked down at the chocolate and marshmallow sandwiched between two pieces of graham cracker uncertainly, and Kirihara told him that it really did taste good. True to his word, as Yanagi sank his teeth in for the first bite, it was actually tasteful. He would have to update his data on some things that he shouldn't have missed out during childhood.
Once they were finished eating, Kirihara ended up nestling into Yanagi's body as closely as possible before looking upwards into the night sky. The warmth of Yanagi's body and the heat of the fire was very comforting to Kirihara and he let out a soft sigh. Yanagi kissed him gently, purposely lingering his lips on Kirihara's so that the younger boy would try to kiss him back. It was a reminder that he was one of the Three Demons and he had a reputation to uphold.
The stars were truly beautiful. The immense glowing orbs of brilliance scattered amongst the navy blue canvas of the sky twinkled as their eyes scanned over them slowly. The tiny pinpricks of radiance that were so faraway yet still dazzling in their place around the luminous moon were a sight to behold. Everything was so peaceful - everything was so still…
Out of the corner of Kirihara's eye, he caught something that was not the same. This something was currently traveling across the sky in a blazing trail of light against the rest of the seemingly immobilized celestial objects.
"Yanagi-senpai!" Kirihara exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and pointing. "It's a shooting star!"
"What's the importance of it?" Yanagi questioned curiously. "It's simply a piece of debris that is from somewhere in the solar system entering earth's atmosphere."
Kirihara had his eyes closed tightly and was mouthing words silently, completely ignoring Yanagi, which only sparked further interest in what was going on. When he was finished, he looked at Yanagi with a cheery grin on his face.
"Did you make a wish?" Kirihara asked eagerly, barely able to contain his delight in this occasion.
"I - uh - Excuse me?" Yanagi asked, purely confused. "Make a wish?"
"Don't tell me you never did that as a child either…" Kirihara inquired, losing a bit of his initial exuberance.
"I won't then," Yanagi stated and Kirihara heaved a sigh.
"When you see a shooting star…"
"Which is scientifically known as a meteor…"
"Yanagi-senpai!"
"Sorry, I'll listen now."
"Anyway, when you see one, you are supposed to make a wish and it will come true!"
Yanagi didn't want to spoil Kirihara's mood, but he was not one to believe in wishes and good luck. He couldn't imagine waiting around for something to happen - hard work, patience, dedication were a few things among many that he believed would ultimately get you what you wanted. He wasn't a dreamer - he was a practical realist.
"You know Akaya. I have never known that's what you do with the sighting of a meteor… what you know as a shooting star…"
"Awww…. well, too bad you missed your chance," Kirihara said sympathetically. "Maybe another one will appear another night."
"It's okay Akaya," Yanagi reassured. "Let's just stay out for another ten minutes before we head inside."
"Mmmkay," Kirihara agreed, settling back down against Yanagi.
"Will you tell me what you wished for?" Yanagi inquired politely as he slid his hand into Kirihara's and squeezed softly. The thirst for more knowledge was unquenchable.
"No, because it won't come true. I can only tell you when it does."
"Oh, so then it's about me? Or possibly us?" Yanagi noted and Kirihara frowned.
"Stop using your logical deduction skills against me!" Kirihara said in an annoyed tone and he tried to struggle out of Yanagi's grasp.
"Okay, okay," Yanagi agreed, refusing to relinquish his hold on him and he stopped fidgeting after hearing Yanagi's agreement.
Eight minutes and twenty seconds later, the sky's stillness was disrupted by another moving object which was larger and more radiant than the first. Yanagi, still a bit cynical of the idea of wishing on an inanimate object, tried to tell himself that he had nothing to lose from trying once. He closed his eyes right when Kirihara whipped his head around in rediscovered joy.
"Oh man, you are lucky!" Kirihara pointed out loudly when Yanagi was finished with his wish. "I've never seen more than one in a night!"
"Is that so?" Yanagi pondered amusedly and Kirihara nodded his head vigorously. "Well, we picked a great night to be about then."
"I love you Yanagi-senpai," Kirihara mumbled as he settled down once again - his back pressing into Yanagi's chest. "I respect everything about you - your intelligence, your talent, your attention to detail… Just being with you is special . I didn't think it was ever going to happen for me and you to be together, and then it did, and…" Kirihara was cut off unexpectedly as he felt Yanagi's hand glide under his chin and tilt his head upwards so that he was staring at Yanagi's face momentarily before he closed the distance and kissed him. There was something utterly romantic about kissing someone upside-down and Yanagi felt his heart tremble when he lips made contact and Kirihara melted in his arms.
He pulled back reluctantly after two minutes and forty seconds, revealing the night sky back into Kirihara's vision and his eyes widened in surprise. The whole sky was alight with countless streaks of light in various lengths and colors and they reflected Kirihara's green eyes in the most beautiful way.
"Whoa Yanagi-senpai!" Kirihara exclaimed when the magnificent sight that was occurring finally registered in his mind. Yanagi chuckled and slowly helped Kirihara shift his body so that he was laying down with his head in Yanagi's lap.
"A meteor shower, Akaya. Isn't it breathtaking?"
"You knew, didn't you Yanagi-senpai? Why else would you say you wanted to spend ten more minutes outside?"
"I didn't know. I was basing my time off of how tired we would be and how much we would want to go inside and get some rest."
"Liar."
"Then what are you thinking are my real intentions?" Yanagi replied smoothly back, watching Kirihara's eyes narrow in thought.
"You set this up because you are romantic and wanted to exert your romantic stuff on me," Kirihara proposed and Yanagi started laughing at the reason. "What?"
"That's a good theory and I can see where you would get the idea, but seriously, I wasn't lying at all about not knowing. I only knew that there was a second chance of a meteor coming."
"Huh," Kirihara responded as he continued to gape at the multitude of shooting stars above him. "Either way, I'm not complaining."
No more words were said as they watched the show in the sky, enjoying every second until the end and the fire had dwindled down to glowing embers. Yanagi frequently stroked Kirihara's cheek or threaded his fingers through his hair, often eliciting a content hum from Kirihara or a cute little squirm when he touched him in a sensitive spot.
"Hmm… it's getting late and cold. Let's go inside."
"… I don't want to move…" Kirihara complained in a murmur and Yanagi picked him him up in his arms and started to head in the house. Although Kirihara was light, Yanagi was a lot stronger than he looked and didn't struggle at all as he made his way through the house.
"You know what I wished for?"
"You can't tell me if it didn't come true. It's a rule."
"I wished for more shooting stars and apparently my first attempt was a success."
"Wh- Why did you wish for that?" Kirihara asked, completely floored. Yanagi peered down at him endearingly and smiled in that way that always caused Kirihara's heart to skip.
"Because I have never been one to trust fate, to put my problems out hoping for an answer, or to dream about things that seem impossible. I am someone of action and someone that needs things concrete and real," Yanagi explained, now descending the stairs to his room with relative ease as Kirihara stared at him attentively. "And seeing how youthful and innocent you are and how completely hopeful you are about reaching your goals or having good things happen to you eventually… Let's just say I'm a bit envious. You are always believing in things that are out-of-reach so passionately while still doing the work that it takes to get there. Being around that opens up a whole new perspective for me."
"Yanagi-senpai…"
"I've always been mature for my age and I know it's been a good thing for me. But I guess growing up so fast made me miss a few, simple yet special things that you've shown me tonight."
"… I showed something new to someone who knows almost everything?" Kirihara noted and Yanagi nodded his head. "That deserves some kind of award. A big one."
"Because you believe in wishing upon shooting stars and that's something dear to you, then I wanted to give you every shooting star to wish upon," Yanagi concluded, kissing him on the forehead as he entered his room and strode towards the bed. His best guess at Kirihara's wish was that he wanted them to be together happily for a long time and Yanagi wanted him to have every opportunity to make that wish over and over because he felt the same.
"There you go with being all romancy again."
"That's not a real word you know, Akaya."
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It was a cool autumn's night and Yanagi and Kirihara were sitting on a blanket together next to the small campfire they had just started. They were currently in Yanagi's backyard enjoying some fresh air before the weekend was over. The skies were completely devoid of clouds, letting the stars and moon shine fully down on the two of them. It was also completely silent save the faint crackling of the burning wood in front of them.
Yanagi smiled to himself as he pulled Kirihara closer, straightening his scarf carefully and watching a faint blush travel across his cheeks. He tousled Kirihara's hair gently, which caused him to turn and look at him skeptically.
"What is it?" Yanagi asked innocently.
"You're trying to make me blush more," Kirihara answered stiffly, crossing his arms.
"I wouldn't try if I didn't have a chance of succeeding, Akaya," Yanagi reminded him as he kissed his cheek. "You know me better than that… although you will never know me as well as I do you."
"Stop being creepy, Yanagi-senpai," Kirihara responded with a hint of seriousness and a touch of annoyance. "Anyway, I want to make some s'mores."
"Go ahead, the ingredients are right next to you. Although I would be careful - you have a seventy percent chance of messing up your first attempt."
"Better than you who has never made s'mores before," Kirihara retorted back hotly as he shoved a large marshmallow onto a stick, standing up and moving closer to the fire with Yanagi following him.
"It wasn't one of those things that caught my attention when I was younger," Yanagi stated as he did the same to his marshmallow and held it over the fire with a concentrated look upon his face.
"Yeah, you really didn't do anything fun, did you?"
"Tennis."
"Doesn't count."
Yanagi smiled to himself as he slowly turned his marshmallow over to make sure he was heating it evenly. It was true that outside of tennis he really didn't do too much in the normal fun category. He loved to read, often pouring over books for hours on end and sometimes skipping over meals much to his parents' displeasure. When he wasn't reading or playing tennis, he was writing down facts and statistics about the things he observed to see if he could truly understand what he was perceiving. He was also a bit obsessive about improving himself in everything to see how close he could get to perfection.
As predicted, Kirihara did ruin his first attempt and Yanagi handed over a stick with a marshmallow already on it as a fuming Kirihara blew the fire out on his original marshmallow that was now scorched black and disfigured. He took the stick grudgingly and Yanagi flashed him the brightest smile he could muster, which only infuriated Kirihara more. As much as he loved the boy, he enjoyed harassing him more.
When they managed to make a few s'mores for each of them, they went back to their original spot on the blanket. Kirihara chomped through his first one in an instant before Yanagi could even think about eating it. He looked down at the chocolate and marshmallow sandwiched between two pieces of graham cracker uncertainly, and Kirihara told him that it really did taste good. True to his word, as Yanagi sank his teeth in for the first bite, it was actually tasteful. He would have to update his data on some things that he shouldn't have missed out during childhood.
Once they were finished eating, Kirihara ended up nestling into Yanagi's body as closely as possible before looking upwards into the night sky. The warmth of Yanagi's body and the heat of the fire was very comforting to Kirihara and he let out a soft sigh. Yanagi kissed him gently, purposely lingering his lips on Kirihara's so that the younger boy would try to kiss him back. It was a reminder that he was one of the Three Demons and he had a reputation to uphold.
The stars were truly beautiful. The immense glowing orbs of brilliance scattered amongst the navy blue canvas of the sky twinkled as their eyes scanned over them slowly. The tiny pinpricks of radiance that were so faraway yet still dazzling in their place around the luminous moon were a sight to behold. Everything was so peaceful - everything was so still…
Out of the corner of Kirihara's eye, he caught something that was not the same. This something was currently traveling across the sky in a blazing trail of light against the rest of the seemingly immobilized celestial objects.
"Yanagi-senpai!" Kirihara exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and pointing. "It's a shooting star!"
"What's the importance of it?" Yanagi questioned curiously. "It's simply a piece of debris that is from somewhere in the solar system entering earth's atmosphere."
Kirihara had his eyes closed tightly and was mouthing words silently, completely ignoring Yanagi, which only sparked further interest in what was going on. When he was finished, he looked at Yanagi with a cheery grin on his face.
"Did you make a wish?" Kirihara asked eagerly, barely able to contain his delight in this occasion.
"I - uh - Excuse me?" Yanagi asked, purely confused. "Make a wish?"
"Don't tell me you never did that as a child either…" Kirihara inquired, losing a bit of his initial exuberance.
"I won't then," Yanagi stated and Kirihara heaved a sigh.
"When you see a shooting star…"
"Which is scientifically known as a meteor…"
"Yanagi-senpai!"
"Sorry, I'll listen now."
"Anyway, when you see one, you are supposed to make a wish and it will come true!"
Yanagi didn't want to spoil Kirihara's mood, but he was not one to believe in wishes and good luck. He couldn't imagine waiting around for something to happen - hard work, patience, dedication were a few things among many that he believed would ultimately get you what you wanted. He wasn't a dreamer - he was a practical realist.
"You know Akaya. I have never known that's what you do with the sighting of a meteor… what you know as a shooting star…"
"Awww…. well, too bad you missed your chance," Kirihara said sympathetically. "Maybe another one will appear another night."
"It's okay Akaya," Yanagi reassured. "Let's just stay out for another ten minutes before we head inside."
"Mmmkay," Kirihara agreed, settling back down against Yanagi.
"Will you tell me what you wished for?" Yanagi inquired politely as he slid his hand into Kirihara's and squeezed softly. The thirst for more knowledge was unquenchable.
"No, because it won't come true. I can only tell you when it does."
"Oh, so then it's about me? Or possibly us?" Yanagi noted and Kirihara frowned.
"Stop using your logical deduction skills against me!" Kirihara said in an annoyed tone and he tried to struggle out of Yanagi's grasp.
"Okay, okay," Yanagi agreed, refusing to relinquish his hold on him and he stopped fidgeting after hearing Yanagi's agreement.
Eight minutes and twenty seconds later, the sky's stillness was disrupted by another moving object which was larger and more radiant than the first. Yanagi, still a bit cynical of the idea of wishing on an inanimate object, tried to tell himself that he had nothing to lose from trying once. He closed his eyes right when Kirihara whipped his head around in rediscovered joy.
"Oh man, you are lucky!" Kirihara pointed out loudly when Yanagi was finished with his wish. "I've never seen more than one in a night!"
"Is that so?" Yanagi pondered amusedly and Kirihara nodded his head vigorously. "Well, we picked a great night to be about then."
"I love you Yanagi-senpai," Kirihara mumbled as he settled down once again - his back pressing into Yanagi's chest. "I respect everything about you - your intelligence, your talent, your attention to detail… Just being with you is special . I didn't think it was ever going to happen for me and you to be together, and then it did, and…" Kirihara was cut off unexpectedly as he felt Yanagi's hand glide under his chin and tilt his head upwards so that he was staring at Yanagi's face momentarily before he closed the distance and kissed him. There was something utterly romantic about kissing someone upside-down and Yanagi felt his heart tremble when he lips made contact and Kirihara melted in his arms.
He pulled back reluctantly after two minutes and forty seconds, revealing the night sky back into Kirihara's vision and his eyes widened in surprise. The whole sky was alight with countless streaks of light in various lengths and colors and they reflected Kirihara's green eyes in the most beautiful way.
"Whoa Yanagi-senpai!" Kirihara exclaimed when the magnificent sight that was occurring finally registered in his mind. Yanagi chuckled and slowly helped Kirihara shift his body so that he was laying down with his head in Yanagi's lap.
"A meteor shower, Akaya. Isn't it breathtaking?"
"You knew, didn't you Yanagi-senpai? Why else would you say you wanted to spend ten more minutes outside?"
"I didn't know. I was basing my time off of how tired we would be and how much we would want to go inside and get some rest."
"Liar."
"Then what are you thinking are my real intentions?" Yanagi replied smoothly back, watching Kirihara's eyes narrow in thought.
"You set this up because you are romantic and wanted to exert your romantic stuff on me," Kirihara proposed and Yanagi started laughing at the reason. "What?"
"That's a good theory and I can see where you would get the idea, but seriously, I wasn't lying at all about not knowing. I only knew that there was a second chance of a meteor coming."
"Huh," Kirihara responded as he continued to gape at the multitude of shooting stars above him. "Either way, I'm not complaining."
No more words were said as they watched the show in the sky, enjoying every second until the end and the fire had dwindled down to glowing embers. Yanagi frequently stroked Kirihara's cheek or threaded his fingers through his hair, often eliciting a content hum from Kirihara or a cute little squirm when he touched him in a sensitive spot.
"Hmm… it's getting late and cold. Let's go inside."
"… I don't want to move…" Kirihara complained in a murmur and Yanagi picked him him up in his arms and started to head in the house. Although Kirihara was light, Yanagi was a lot stronger than he looked and didn't struggle at all as he made his way through the house.
"You know what I wished for?"
"You can't tell me if it didn't come true. It's a rule."
"I wished for more shooting stars and apparently my first attempt was a success."
"Wh- Why did you wish for that?" Kirihara asked, completely floored. Yanagi peered down at him endearingly and smiled in that way that always caused Kirihara's heart to skip.
"Because I have never been one to trust fate, to put my problems out hoping for an answer, or to dream about things that seem impossible. I am someone of action and someone that needs things concrete and real," Yanagi explained, now descending the stairs to his room with relative ease as Kirihara stared at him attentively. "And seeing how youthful and innocent you are and how completely hopeful you are about reaching your goals or having good things happen to you eventually… Let's just say I'm a bit envious. You are always believing in things that are out-of-reach so passionately while still doing the work that it takes to get there. Being around that opens up a whole new perspective for me."
"Yanagi-senpai…"
"I've always been mature for my age and I know it's been a good thing for me. But I guess growing up so fast made me miss a few, simple yet special things that you've shown me tonight."
"… I showed something new to someone who knows almost everything?" Kirihara noted and Yanagi nodded his head. "That deserves some kind of award. A big one."
"Because you believe in wishing upon shooting stars and that's something dear to you, then I wanted to give you every shooting star to wish upon," Yanagi concluded, kissing him on the forehead as he entered his room and strode towards the bed. His best guess at Kirihara's wish was that he wanted them to be together happily for a long time and Yanagi wanted him to have every opportunity to make that wish over and over because he felt the same.
"There you go with being all romancy again."
"That's not a real word you know, Akaya."
Posted by KeigoAtobe007 | May 18, 2011 6:14 PM | 0 comments
All I Ask of You
Author's Note: So I completely forgot that I had even started this until I went through and started cleaning up my desktop. Then I was hit with some good inspiration and was able to finish it in a day. More Platinum Pair witty verbal combat. Yagyuu remains immovable as Niou tries his best to break down the walls, metaphorically of course :) Please enjoy and review!
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"Hey Yagyuu."
"What is it?"
"Do you think I can be as romantic as Yanagi?"
Yagyuu stared at him questionably and Niou grinned back.
"Hmm…"
"You want to say no, don't you?"
"That's not true."
"Oh, but it is, my dear gentleman," Niou teased, pushing him lightly on the back. They were currently curled up on the sofa with the dancing red and orange flames from the fireplace being their only source of light. It was a quaint evening where they felt the need to just lay comfortably together and let their stresses disappear.
"Where's your proof?" Yagyuu countered skeptically and he saw Niou's fingers hovering in front of his eyes before he plucked his glasses off of his face.
"Give them back," Yagyuu said with resignation, turning over to face him. Niou had already put them on and was smiling sweetly.
"Why? You are still able to see up close…"
Yagyuu sighed harshly as Niou tantalizing played with a lock of Yagyuu's hair. He had to admit that he really liked it when Niou wore his glasses because he looked more professional and intelligent, but he also liked the carefree and mischievous Niou as well. However, he disapproved of people doing things without permission and found himself within in a conflict of interests when it came to Niou.
"Back to the point, I know you don't think I can do it comparatively to Yanagi. Even so, I do wonder if you think I can be romantic at all."
"Would you like to prove me wrong?" Yagyuu challenged, making another attempt to regain his glasses and failing when Niou blocked his hand.
"I don't lose challenges."
"You do. When it comes to me."
"There's always a first time for everything," Niou stated kissing him lightly on the forehead. "So let's see… romantic…"
Yagyuu looked back at him skeptically, a bit wary of what Niou was trying to come up with. Anytime Niou had to think about something usually meant something ridiculous was going to happen. He was someone who could plan far in advance without much thought and he reacted very quickly and tactically to things. Prolonged thinking for Niou was almost detrimental to other peoples' health.
"Is asking if I could do you in the kitchen with you only wearing an apron romantic?"
"No!"
"What about from behind as you are doing the dishes in that apron?"
"Absolutely not. The dishes won't get done."
"But you will…"
"Not the point Niou-kun," Yagyuu said exasperatedly.
"Maid outfit?"
"No way in hell."
"Your body covered in whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate syrup. With a cherry on top?"
"I'm not a desert."
Niou pouted as he started to think about changing his approach.
"How about school? You like school. I could seduce you in a classroom and we could do it on one of the desks."
"I don't have fantasies like that."
"Dang… And I thought you liked everything about school too…" Niou said, still toying around with Yagyuu's hair much to Yagyuu's apparent displeasure. "Not even with one of us in the teacher's chair and the other one under the teacher's desk?"
"That's completely out of the question."
"On the tennis courts after practice? On a hot day 'cause it's more… raunchy?"
"Romance does not always involve sex."
"It can lead to sex though. Or at least a real good turn-on."
"I don't know what to do with you sometimes."
"That's why I'm always the one doing you," Niou joked while grabbing Yagyuu's arm to prevent himself from being hit. Provoking Yagyuu was always an adrenaline-pumping thrill. One of these days he was probably going to get it back ten-fold, but the anticipated punishment never stopped him from testing danger.
"Oh I know!" Niou said excitedly with a wide grin and Yagyuu raised one eyebrow dubiously. "I could jerk you off in front of a mirror. Some people get turned on by the sight of themselves enveloped in the flames of sinful passion."
"I don't think I'm one of them," Yagyuu retorted seriously. "And don't even suggest a window either where there's a chance of the public seeing."
"Read my mind Yagyuu. Where's the fun without some risk?"
"My personal belongings are for your eyes only Niou-kun."
"Geez, you're so stiff sometimes," Niou complained, frowning playfully. Without warning, he reached for the front of Yagyuu's pants and rubbed it, causing Yagyuu to scowl.
"Except there. I can't believe my words have no effect on you."
"Because they're preposterous ideas," Yagyuu huffed, removing Niou's hand and turning over. "I think I'm going to ignore you now."
He felt Niou's arms snake around him and pull him close. He gave in and sank into his warm embrace, closing his eyes as Niou sighed contentedly. To Yagyuu, just laying there in his arms next to a comforting fire in the semi-darkness was considered romantic to Yagyuu, but he wasn't going to tell Niou that.
"So surprising you with roses, taking you out for candlelit dinners, watching the stars together in the park… is that romantic?"
"Mmmhmm…"
"What about swimming naked in the ocean together? Sharing a blanket while watching a movie? Me sprawled on your bed wearing your favorite clothes when you didn't invite me over?"
"Those things are romantic too."
"Maybe you should date Oshitari instead? All of these things sound like they're right up his alley."
"Even though his voice is completely irresistible, Atobe-kun would skin me alive," Yagyuu said and he was sure that Niou was affronted without having to look to confirm.
"So you would rather date him than me?" Niou asked hotly and Yagyuu smirked to himself. He loved getting Niou riled up as much as Niou enjoyed doing it to him.
"Niou, you know that I love you and you only."
"Phew. I just had to check."
"It's nice to know that you have a lot of faith in me."
"Sarcasm wasn't your strongest suit you know, bur now it's not too bad. I'll blame the influence of your sarcastic, yet romantic, ex-boyfriend."
"You are so jealous."
Silence. Yagyuu wondered if he had pushed Niou over his limit, but he didn't want to press the subject any further. It was probably best to move on by either staying quiet or changing the subject. He started drifting into a slight stupor and could only hazily register Niou's fingers threading through his own. It sounded as though Niou was humming a pitch softly, but he wasn't quite sure.
"There will never be a day when I won't think of you."
"Are you really going there?" Yagyuu questioned dryly, still in a daze.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination…"
"Why are you quoting Phantom of the Opera?"
"Because it's your favorite movie. And it's also night and we're in the dark…kinda..."
"You're not getting any from me."
"Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind," Niou said, pulling him tighter and whispering in his ear. Yagyuu could have sworn that Niou purposely let his rattail brush over his right cheek to tempt him so more. "Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in."
"If you're going to sing, don't skip some of the lines."
"Wanted to highlight the important things, Yagyuu," Niou pointed out. "But it seems your favorite song, 'Music of the Night', isn't working its magic on you tonight."
"Don't tell me your going to continue…" Yagyuu said as his mind was becoming more alert by the minute. It wasn't possible to ignore him any longer so he figured he'd give him some kind of verbal debate.
"What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door?" Niou forcefully flipped Yagyuu so he was facing him and he landed a deep kiss that was met with resistance from the other party. "What sweet seduction lies before us?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Past the point of no return. No going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun."
"No, it hasn't even started," Yagyuu said icily, pulling away, but Niou was quicker. His hands were behind Yagyuu's head in an instant, keeping him from moving, and then he started to move his face dangerously close. The flickering flames were casting his face in both shadow and light, making him look even more malicious than he actually was. Even the stolen glasses glinted with menace.
"Tell me Yagyuu…" Niou whispered dangerously seductively and Yagyuu wondered if Yukimura had been teaching him a few tricks. "How long should we two wait before we're one?"
Yagyuu felt flustered and speechless. All rational thought left him as he furiously worked to come up with something, anything, to say in return. Niou released his hold and settled back down with a bit of a sinister grin still lingering on his face.
"Apparently a little while longer since you've been caught off-guard."
"I'll just say that your attempt at swooning me through singing lines out of Phantom of the Opera was only slightly effective."
"Sounds like we're playing Pokémon now."
"And you need to stop thinking about sex and trying to instigate it."
Niou massaged Yagyuu's back as he turned around again slowly.
"Hold me… I like it when you do," Yagyuu murmured gently after a slight pause.
"Your wish is my command," Niou said obligingly, putting his arms back around him, snug and tender. "Can I try one more time?"
"I can't stop you…"
"I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you…"
"Or aggravate me. It depends on your mood."
"Shh… you're ruining the song and you had already scolded me for skipping lines." He felt Niou clench him tighter and rest the side of his head on his right cheek lovingly.
"Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too…"
"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you," Yagyuu continued, hearing a soft gasp of pleasant surprise from Niou.
"Share each day with me, each night, each morning," they both sang sweetly in unison as they watched the fire cool down to mere glowing embers.
"Say you love me…" Yagyuu said kindly.
"You know I do…" Niou answered with calm honesty.
"Love me, that's all I ask of you…" Niou finished with Yagyuu, letting the last note resonate delicately as the last of the fire faded into nothingness. The vibrations of Niou's voice while his face was resting on his had been making Yagyuu's heart flutter the entire duration they were singing. "You have a beautiful singing voice, you know that right?"
"So do you. We complement each other completely." He obliged him with a soft kiss that that felt like it landed on his lips as Niou reached to turn on the nearby lamp. When it lit up, Yagyuu saw that he had been rewarded with a bright smile.
"But still, picking the most 'romantic' song out of the movie isn't the most romantic thing. It simply just has to be something that I'm not expecting, something that says I'm special and precious to only you, something you wouldn't do for anyone else… and it has to be from your heart."
"Would I ever sing something that cheesy to anyone else?" Niou countered teasingly. "And besides, I know that you were extremely touched by it."
"Not at all," Yagyuu said in response with a steely tone and Niou's hand stealthily made its way back to the front of his pants.
"Uh-huh. And this just happens to be as stiff as your personality is for no reason, right?"
"I guess I can't hide it any longer. It was indeed very adorable. And romantic."
"I win the challenge then," Niou concluded victoriously as he clambered onto Yagyuu and adjusted him to he was facing the ceiling with Niou sitting on top of his body. "Thanks for lying so you didn't have to admit losing, but you have no chance against the romanticist that is I."
"Love me Niou-kun," Yagyuu encouraged endearingly, unbuttoning his shirt and noting how Niou was looking at his motions with a hungry look in his eyes. Yagyuu was every bit the coy devil that Niou was when he wanted something. "That's all I ask of you."
"You don't have to say it twice, Yeeagyuu."
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Author's Note: Yes, Phantom of the Opera is my all-time favorite musical. The song lyrics are beautiful, the Phantom is a conflicted badass, and the french horn/low brass parts in the music are epic. Also, if Baba Toru and Nakagauchi Masataka (Tenimyu Yagyuu and Niou) ever sang Phantom of the Opera songs... OMG LOVE!
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"Hey Yagyuu."
"What is it?"
"Do you think I can be as romantic as Yanagi?"
Yagyuu stared at him questionably and Niou grinned back.
"Hmm…"
"You want to say no, don't you?"
"That's not true."
"Oh, but it is, my dear gentleman," Niou teased, pushing him lightly on the back. They were currently curled up on the sofa with the dancing red and orange flames from the fireplace being their only source of light. It was a quaint evening where they felt the need to just lay comfortably together and let their stresses disappear.
"Where's your proof?" Yagyuu countered skeptically and he saw Niou's fingers hovering in front of his eyes before he plucked his glasses off of his face.
"Give them back," Yagyuu said with resignation, turning over to face him. Niou had already put them on and was smiling sweetly.
"Why? You are still able to see up close…"
Yagyuu sighed harshly as Niou tantalizing played with a lock of Yagyuu's hair. He had to admit that he really liked it when Niou wore his glasses because he looked more professional and intelligent, but he also liked the carefree and mischievous Niou as well. However, he disapproved of people doing things without permission and found himself within in a conflict of interests when it came to Niou.
"Back to the point, I know you don't think I can do it comparatively to Yanagi. Even so, I do wonder if you think I can be romantic at all."
"Would you like to prove me wrong?" Yagyuu challenged, making another attempt to regain his glasses and failing when Niou blocked his hand.
"I don't lose challenges."
"You do. When it comes to me."
"There's always a first time for everything," Niou stated kissing him lightly on the forehead. "So let's see… romantic…"
Yagyuu looked back at him skeptically, a bit wary of what Niou was trying to come up with. Anytime Niou had to think about something usually meant something ridiculous was going to happen. He was someone who could plan far in advance without much thought and he reacted very quickly and tactically to things. Prolonged thinking for Niou was almost detrimental to other peoples' health.
"Is asking if I could do you in the kitchen with you only wearing an apron romantic?"
"No!"
"What about from behind as you are doing the dishes in that apron?"
"Absolutely not. The dishes won't get done."
"But you will…"
"Not the point Niou-kun," Yagyuu said exasperatedly.
"Maid outfit?"
"No way in hell."
"Your body covered in whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate syrup. With a cherry on top?"
"I'm not a desert."
Niou pouted as he started to think about changing his approach.
"How about school? You like school. I could seduce you in a classroom and we could do it on one of the desks."
"I don't have fantasies like that."
"Dang… And I thought you liked everything about school too…" Niou said, still toying around with Yagyuu's hair much to Yagyuu's apparent displeasure. "Not even with one of us in the teacher's chair and the other one under the teacher's desk?"
"That's completely out of the question."
"On the tennis courts after practice? On a hot day 'cause it's more… raunchy?"
"Romance does not always involve sex."
"It can lead to sex though. Or at least a real good turn-on."
"I don't know what to do with you sometimes."
"That's why I'm always the one doing you," Niou joked while grabbing Yagyuu's arm to prevent himself from being hit. Provoking Yagyuu was always an adrenaline-pumping thrill. One of these days he was probably going to get it back ten-fold, but the anticipated punishment never stopped him from testing danger.
"Oh I know!" Niou said excitedly with a wide grin and Yagyuu raised one eyebrow dubiously. "I could jerk you off in front of a mirror. Some people get turned on by the sight of themselves enveloped in the flames of sinful passion."
"I don't think I'm one of them," Yagyuu retorted seriously. "And don't even suggest a window either where there's a chance of the public seeing."
"Read my mind Yagyuu. Where's the fun without some risk?"
"My personal belongings are for your eyes only Niou-kun."
"Geez, you're so stiff sometimes," Niou complained, frowning playfully. Without warning, he reached for the front of Yagyuu's pants and rubbed it, causing Yagyuu to scowl.
"Except there. I can't believe my words have no effect on you."
"Because they're preposterous ideas," Yagyuu huffed, removing Niou's hand and turning over. "I think I'm going to ignore you now."
He felt Niou's arms snake around him and pull him close. He gave in and sank into his warm embrace, closing his eyes as Niou sighed contentedly. To Yagyuu, just laying there in his arms next to a comforting fire in the semi-darkness was considered romantic to Yagyuu, but he wasn't going to tell Niou that.
"So surprising you with roses, taking you out for candlelit dinners, watching the stars together in the park… is that romantic?"
"Mmmhmm…"
"What about swimming naked in the ocean together? Sharing a blanket while watching a movie? Me sprawled on your bed wearing your favorite clothes when you didn't invite me over?"
"Those things are romantic too."
"Maybe you should date Oshitari instead? All of these things sound like they're right up his alley."
"Even though his voice is completely irresistible, Atobe-kun would skin me alive," Yagyuu said and he was sure that Niou was affronted without having to look to confirm.
"So you would rather date him than me?" Niou asked hotly and Yagyuu smirked to himself. He loved getting Niou riled up as much as Niou enjoyed doing it to him.
"Niou, you know that I love you and you only."
"Phew. I just had to check."
"It's nice to know that you have a lot of faith in me."
"Sarcasm wasn't your strongest suit you know, bur now it's not too bad. I'll blame the influence of your sarcastic, yet romantic, ex-boyfriend."
"You are so jealous."
Silence. Yagyuu wondered if he had pushed Niou over his limit, but he didn't want to press the subject any further. It was probably best to move on by either staying quiet or changing the subject. He started drifting into a slight stupor and could only hazily register Niou's fingers threading through his own. It sounded as though Niou was humming a pitch softly, but he wasn't quite sure.
"There will never be a day when I won't think of you."
"Are you really going there?" Yagyuu questioned dryly, still in a daze.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination…"
"Why are you quoting Phantom of the Opera?"
"Because it's your favorite movie. And it's also night and we're in the dark…kinda..."
"You're not getting any from me."
"Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind," Niou said, pulling him tighter and whispering in his ear. Yagyuu could have sworn that Niou purposely let his rattail brush over his right cheek to tempt him so more. "Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in."
"If you're going to sing, don't skip some of the lines."
"Wanted to highlight the important things, Yagyuu," Niou pointed out. "But it seems your favorite song, 'Music of the Night', isn't working its magic on you tonight."
"Don't tell me your going to continue…" Yagyuu said as his mind was becoming more alert by the minute. It wasn't possible to ignore him any longer so he figured he'd give him some kind of verbal debate.
"What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door?" Niou forcefully flipped Yagyuu so he was facing him and he landed a deep kiss that was met with resistance from the other party. "What sweet seduction lies before us?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Past the point of no return. No going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun."
"No, it hasn't even started," Yagyuu said icily, pulling away, but Niou was quicker. His hands were behind Yagyuu's head in an instant, keeping him from moving, and then he started to move his face dangerously close. The flickering flames were casting his face in both shadow and light, making him look even more malicious than he actually was. Even the stolen glasses glinted with menace.
"Tell me Yagyuu…" Niou whispered dangerously seductively and Yagyuu wondered if Yukimura had been teaching him a few tricks. "How long should we two wait before we're one?"
Yagyuu felt flustered and speechless. All rational thought left him as he furiously worked to come up with something, anything, to say in return. Niou released his hold and settled back down with a bit of a sinister grin still lingering on his face.
"Apparently a little while longer since you've been caught off-guard."
"I'll just say that your attempt at swooning me through singing lines out of Phantom of the Opera was only slightly effective."
"Sounds like we're playing Pokémon now."
"And you need to stop thinking about sex and trying to instigate it."
Niou massaged Yagyuu's back as he turned around again slowly.
"Hold me… I like it when you do," Yagyuu murmured gently after a slight pause.
"Your wish is my command," Niou said obligingly, putting his arms back around him, snug and tender. "Can I try one more time?"
"I can't stop you…"
"I'm here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you…"
"Or aggravate me. It depends on your mood."
"Shh… you're ruining the song and you had already scolded me for skipping lines." He felt Niou clench him tighter and rest the side of his head on his right cheek lovingly.
"Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too…"
"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you," Yagyuu continued, hearing a soft gasp of pleasant surprise from Niou.
"Share each day with me, each night, each morning," they both sang sweetly in unison as they watched the fire cool down to mere glowing embers.
"Say you love me…" Yagyuu said kindly.
"You know I do…" Niou answered with calm honesty.
"Love me, that's all I ask of you…" Niou finished with Yagyuu, letting the last note resonate delicately as the last of the fire faded into nothingness. The vibrations of Niou's voice while his face was resting on his had been making Yagyuu's heart flutter the entire duration they were singing. "You have a beautiful singing voice, you know that right?"
"So do you. We complement each other completely." He obliged him with a soft kiss that that felt like it landed on his lips as Niou reached to turn on the nearby lamp. When it lit up, Yagyuu saw that he had been rewarded with a bright smile.
"But still, picking the most 'romantic' song out of the movie isn't the most romantic thing. It simply just has to be something that I'm not expecting, something that says I'm special and precious to only you, something you wouldn't do for anyone else… and it has to be from your heart."
"Would I ever sing something that cheesy to anyone else?" Niou countered teasingly. "And besides, I know that you were extremely touched by it."
"Not at all," Yagyuu said in response with a steely tone and Niou's hand stealthily made its way back to the front of his pants.
"Uh-huh. And this just happens to be as stiff as your personality is for no reason, right?"
"I guess I can't hide it any longer. It was indeed very adorable. And romantic."
"I win the challenge then," Niou concluded victoriously as he clambered onto Yagyuu and adjusted him to he was facing the ceiling with Niou sitting on top of his body. "Thanks for lying so you didn't have to admit losing, but you have no chance against the romanticist that is I."
"Love me Niou-kun," Yagyuu encouraged endearingly, unbuttoning his shirt and noting how Niou was looking at his motions with a hungry look in his eyes. Yagyuu was every bit the coy devil that Niou was when he wanted something. "That's all I ask of you."
"You don't have to say it twice, Yeeagyuu."
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Author's Note: Yes, Phantom of the Opera is my all-time favorite musical. The song lyrics are beautiful, the Phantom is a conflicted badass, and the french horn/low brass parts in the music are epic. Also, if Baba Toru and Nakagauchi Masataka (Tenimyu Yagyuu and Niou) ever sang Phantom of the Opera songs... OMG LOVE!
Posted by KeigoAtobe007 | May 18, 2011 6:04 PM | 0 comments
One Small Mistake
Author's Note: It's impossible to not write about about all of the misfortunes in Sanada's life. I love the extra stoic, hot-headed fukubuchou :) *pats him on the back* Enjoy and review ^^
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Sanada wiped his face off with a towel - his team was currently over by the outdoor sink rinsing off their faces during their mid-practice break. He had taken off his hat and set it on his jacket on the bench nearby to run some water through his hair. It was scorching out and his hair was already damp and messy anyway. As he splashed water on his head, he felt the cool droplets of water run down the nape of his neck before vanishing into his jersey and closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation.
All of a sudden, his phone rang and he saw that it was his grandfather calling. Earlier he had informed Yukimura that he was waiting for an urgent call, so he took off around the corner as the rest of his team turned to stare. Except for Niou who waved him off with a jaunty wave with a wicked grin.
"Wonder what that's all about?" Marui questioned as he smacked a bubble he had made out of his gum loudly.
"It's none of our business," Jackal reminded him as he reached for his racket.
"Yeah, I know, but he never takes calls during practice."
"Which is why he let Yukimura-kun know ahead of time," Yagyuu added in as he placed his glasses back onto his face.
"Hey Yeeagyuu…"
"Do you really have to say my name like that?"
Niou stuck out his tongue and nodded over to the bench, where Sanada's beloved hat was resting on his jacket.
"I wouldn't do it if I were you Masaharu," Yanagi warned as he zipped up his jacket. How he could still wear a jacket in the heat they were experiencing was a mystery to his team. There was a bit of insanity in all of them and they dismissed that as one of his.
"You know I wouldn't," Niou answered back, twirling is rattail and making his way towards the courts. "I'm not stupid enough to go against an enraged animal out for blood."
"First common sense thing I've ever heard you say, Niou-senpai," Kirihara chipped in before taking off for the courts with an angry Niou hot on his heels. Jackal took off running too to be there just in case a potential fight broke out and Marui came right after him. Yagyuu followed behind them - an audible sigh issuing from him as walked passed his captain.
"Coming, Seiichi?"
"Yes Yanagi," Yukimura said as he readjusted his leather wristbands and taking a glance at where Sanada's precious item lay unprotected in the open. "I have a slight suspicion that something interesting is going to occur…"
"It is your decision to remedy it or alter it to fit your own or your team's needs," Yanagi reminded him as they took off last for the courts, falling in stride with each other.
"Ah, so you do know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not the data expert for nothing, you know…Anyway, you don't like to leave things unprovoked, do you?"
"Now where's the fun in that?"
"Where the hell is my hat?" Sanada roared, thundering onto the courts with his racket clenched in his hand. "It wasn't on my jacket on the bench when I got back from my phone call!"
Niou snickered, nudging Yagyuu in the shoulder. Yagyuu brushed him off and shook his head, smiling a little bit as well.
"Niou! Go run a hundred laps right now!" Sanada ordered, pointing in the direction of the gate. "It was you, wasn't it? I know it was you!"
"It wasn't me!" Niou declared hotly. "Why do you always think it's me?"
"Because it usually is you," Kirihara mumbled and Niou shot a death glare at him.
"Another 50 for lying!"
Niou scowled and took off running as his teammates started laughing at him.
"Excuse me Sanada-kun…" Yagyuu started politely, hoping to not cause him to explode.
"And you are probably in on it too…" Sanada hypothesized and Yagyuu frowned at him. "Go join your partner in running laps. I can see his bad influence on you."
Yagyuu sighed and took off running, giving a significant glance at Yanagi as he left. Yanagi shrugged back, shooting a comforting smile and a kind nod.
"What?" Sanada asked violently.
"Nothing Genichirou," Yanagi replied smartly as he stretched out his legs. His eyes were perpetually closed as always, but the team could have sworn they saw a twinkle in his half closed eyes.
"Spit it out."
"Okay, fine. I'll say that everything's gone to your head. Especially the important things."
Kirihara busted out laughing as the rest of the team struggled to suppress their chuckling. It was a bit hard not to when Sanada developed a completely dumfounded expression to Yanagi's mysterious, yet challenging, statement.
"That. was. perfect," Kirihara squeezed out as he continued laughing at Yanagi who beamed back.
"125 laps for you because your dry sarcasm isn't appreciated!" Sanada bellowed, gesturing to the pair that was already running.
"I'm amazed you could construct such a justifying sentence when you're so upset. I thought you would just tell me to run without any explanation."
"25 more. And Akaya!" Kirhara snapped too attention, fear evident in his eyes as his murderous vice captain advanced towards him.
"Yes fukubuchou!"
"You better be running with him too for supporting him."
Kirihara grumbled as Yanagi guided him out of the court area. Only Marui, Jackal, and Yukimura were left, stone silent next to the court bench.
"Now you two…" Sanada indicated, staring them down with his arms, muscles bulging threateningly, and Marui and Jackal shifted back on their heels.
"What do you know?"
"Nothing!"
"Don't tell me you're conspiring with them!"
Marui snorted and Jackal smacked him over the head.
"Sorry! He just 'conspiring' and i just remembered what Yanagi had said about making intelligent sentences when you're thinking is clouded," Marui said defiantly in response. "Besides, my genius skill would have never taken his hat."
"So where is it then?"
Marui looked to Jackal, panicked. Jackal looked back calmly, but he was probably freaking out on the inside.
"Ummm… the answer is somewhere by your brain," Jackal said lamely and Sanada glowered more dangerously than before.
"Go run 150 laps - both of you!" Sanada said in a menacing tone. "I've had enough of this ridiculousness."
Marui and Jackal grimaced as they both left the courts together, jogging slightly to get ready for their laps. The rest of their teammates were already showing signs of fatigued, but they could see the determination in their eyes to not let it show more than necessary. They still had a reputation to hold after all.
Sanada signed in resignation, glancing over to Yukimura who was looking off in the distance with an impassive face. He didn't dare ask Yukimura if he had anything to do it because he highly doubted that his best friend would ever do that. Then again, it was Yukimura he was thinking about, and there's a chance he wanted to get the team more into shape and figured it was a good way to achieve his goal.
"I'm sorry Yukimura," Sanada said apologetically, approaching him slowly with downcast eyes. "I can't find my hat…"
"What does it mean to you, Sanada?" he questioned politely. "It's simply… a hat, right?"
It didn't occur to Sanada how much he was overreacting to a simple hat until that moment. He felt hot in the face and quite a bit furious at himself for losing control. As he quickly gathered his thoughts, a memory of Yukimura giving him the hat on that evening as a symbol of their new friendship resurfaced.
"No…" Sanada started, putting his hands in his pockets shyly, and looking down to try to hide his embarrassment. "It's more than a hat… to me at least…"
He inhaled deeply and Yukimura put a comforting hand on his arm.
"You can tell me."
"I.. well… It's just that it was the first thing you have ever given me and it just reminds me that you're always with me no matter where I go… what I do...," Sanada continued, trying not to swallow his words in his throat out of nervousness. "And I really treasure our friendship… I don't want to ever lose it…"
Yukimura smiled warmly, causing him to feel even hotter in the face than he already was. He watched in stunned silence as Yukimura suddenly reached behind his head and he felt something slide around his head.
"Sanada, you had put your hat on backwards when you were rushing back to practice. You have always been a stickler for punctuality and not missing anything and so you ended up not thinking about what you were doing," Yukimura announced as he adjusted it back to the right place, casting a shadow over Sanada's eyes. He gently relocated Sanada's bangs so that they lay straight on either side of his face before giving him a kind pat on the head.
Meanwhile, Sanada's brain was frozen in shock at the revelation. He had pretty much made a fool of himself in front of the team unprovoked and his pride felt like it had cracked. He looked at Yukimura who was still smiling and currently readjusted the jacket on his shoulder with an elegant grace.
"It makes me happy to hear you care about me that much," Yukimura said honestly as he kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now why don't you go run say about… 250 laps to make up for punishing the team when they didn't actually do anything wrong this time? Surprising, isn't it?"
"Yes Yukimura."
"And 100 pushups when you're done with that."
"I will do that."
"How about 100 sit-ups too to really rectify this situation?"
"I have no choice but to say yes."
Yukimura's smile widened affectionately as he started to leave.
"I'll be good to you tonight," he added, stopping Sanada in his tracks. "But I'm not going to lie… I sure do like a strong, muscular man as my closest companion and lover."
Sanada shook his head as he sprinted off with a muttered 'Tarundoru' under his breath. If there was someone who truly understood the intricacies of manipulation, it was definitely Yukimura so he should have known that Yukimura of all people would take advantage of his simple mistake for his own agenda. Even amongst demons there was a hierarchy and Sanada would bend to the will of one person and one only. He couldn't help but smile anyway because no matter what happened it was all worth it for someone that special to his heart.
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Sanada wiped his face off with a towel - his team was currently over by the outdoor sink rinsing off their faces during their mid-practice break. He had taken off his hat and set it on his jacket on the bench nearby to run some water through his hair. It was scorching out and his hair was already damp and messy anyway. As he splashed water on his head, he felt the cool droplets of water run down the nape of his neck before vanishing into his jersey and closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation.
All of a sudden, his phone rang and he saw that it was his grandfather calling. Earlier he had informed Yukimura that he was waiting for an urgent call, so he took off around the corner as the rest of his team turned to stare. Except for Niou who waved him off with a jaunty wave with a wicked grin.
"Wonder what that's all about?" Marui questioned as he smacked a bubble he had made out of his gum loudly.
"It's none of our business," Jackal reminded him as he reached for his racket.
"Yeah, I know, but he never takes calls during practice."
"Which is why he let Yukimura-kun know ahead of time," Yagyuu added in as he placed his glasses back onto his face.
"Hey Yeeagyuu…"
"Do you really have to say my name like that?"
Niou stuck out his tongue and nodded over to the bench, where Sanada's beloved hat was resting on his jacket.
"I wouldn't do it if I were you Masaharu," Yanagi warned as he zipped up his jacket. How he could still wear a jacket in the heat they were experiencing was a mystery to his team. There was a bit of insanity in all of them and they dismissed that as one of his.
"You know I wouldn't," Niou answered back, twirling is rattail and making his way towards the courts. "I'm not stupid enough to go against an enraged animal out for blood."
"First common sense thing I've ever heard you say, Niou-senpai," Kirihara chipped in before taking off for the courts with an angry Niou hot on his heels. Jackal took off running too to be there just in case a potential fight broke out and Marui came right after him. Yagyuu followed behind them - an audible sigh issuing from him as walked passed his captain.
"Coming, Seiichi?"
"Yes Yanagi," Yukimura said as he readjusted his leather wristbands and taking a glance at where Sanada's precious item lay unprotected in the open. "I have a slight suspicion that something interesting is going to occur…"
"It is your decision to remedy it or alter it to fit your own or your team's needs," Yanagi reminded him as they took off last for the courts, falling in stride with each other.
"Ah, so you do know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not the data expert for nothing, you know…Anyway, you don't like to leave things unprovoked, do you?"
"Now where's the fun in that?"
"Where the hell is my hat?" Sanada roared, thundering onto the courts with his racket clenched in his hand. "It wasn't on my jacket on the bench when I got back from my phone call!"
Niou snickered, nudging Yagyuu in the shoulder. Yagyuu brushed him off and shook his head, smiling a little bit as well.
"Niou! Go run a hundred laps right now!" Sanada ordered, pointing in the direction of the gate. "It was you, wasn't it? I know it was you!"
"It wasn't me!" Niou declared hotly. "Why do you always think it's me?"
"Because it usually is you," Kirihara mumbled and Niou shot a death glare at him.
"Another 50 for lying!"
Niou scowled and took off running as his teammates started laughing at him.
"Excuse me Sanada-kun…" Yagyuu started politely, hoping to not cause him to explode.
"And you are probably in on it too…" Sanada hypothesized and Yagyuu frowned at him. "Go join your partner in running laps. I can see his bad influence on you."
Yagyuu sighed and took off running, giving a significant glance at Yanagi as he left. Yanagi shrugged back, shooting a comforting smile and a kind nod.
"What?" Sanada asked violently.
"Nothing Genichirou," Yanagi replied smartly as he stretched out his legs. His eyes were perpetually closed as always, but the team could have sworn they saw a twinkle in his half closed eyes.
"Spit it out."
"Okay, fine. I'll say that everything's gone to your head. Especially the important things."
Kirihara busted out laughing as the rest of the team struggled to suppress their chuckling. It was a bit hard not to when Sanada developed a completely dumfounded expression to Yanagi's mysterious, yet challenging, statement.
"That. was. perfect," Kirihara squeezed out as he continued laughing at Yanagi who beamed back.
"125 laps for you because your dry sarcasm isn't appreciated!" Sanada bellowed, gesturing to the pair that was already running.
"I'm amazed you could construct such a justifying sentence when you're so upset. I thought you would just tell me to run without any explanation."
"25 more. And Akaya!" Kirhara snapped too attention, fear evident in his eyes as his murderous vice captain advanced towards him.
"Yes fukubuchou!"
"You better be running with him too for supporting him."
Kirihara grumbled as Yanagi guided him out of the court area. Only Marui, Jackal, and Yukimura were left, stone silent next to the court bench.
"Now you two…" Sanada indicated, staring them down with his arms, muscles bulging threateningly, and Marui and Jackal shifted back on their heels.
"What do you know?"
"Nothing!"
"Don't tell me you're conspiring with them!"
Marui snorted and Jackal smacked him over the head.
"Sorry! He just 'conspiring' and i just remembered what Yanagi had said about making intelligent sentences when you're thinking is clouded," Marui said defiantly in response. "Besides, my genius skill would have never taken his hat."
"So where is it then?"
Marui looked to Jackal, panicked. Jackal looked back calmly, but he was probably freaking out on the inside.
"Ummm… the answer is somewhere by your brain," Jackal said lamely and Sanada glowered more dangerously than before.
"Go run 150 laps - both of you!" Sanada said in a menacing tone. "I've had enough of this ridiculousness."
Marui and Jackal grimaced as they both left the courts together, jogging slightly to get ready for their laps. The rest of their teammates were already showing signs of fatigued, but they could see the determination in their eyes to not let it show more than necessary. They still had a reputation to hold after all.
Sanada signed in resignation, glancing over to Yukimura who was looking off in the distance with an impassive face. He didn't dare ask Yukimura if he had anything to do it because he highly doubted that his best friend would ever do that. Then again, it was Yukimura he was thinking about, and there's a chance he wanted to get the team more into shape and figured it was a good way to achieve his goal.
"I'm sorry Yukimura," Sanada said apologetically, approaching him slowly with downcast eyes. "I can't find my hat…"
"What does it mean to you, Sanada?" he questioned politely. "It's simply… a hat, right?"
It didn't occur to Sanada how much he was overreacting to a simple hat until that moment. He felt hot in the face and quite a bit furious at himself for losing control. As he quickly gathered his thoughts, a memory of Yukimura giving him the hat on that evening as a symbol of their new friendship resurfaced.
"No…" Sanada started, putting his hands in his pockets shyly, and looking down to try to hide his embarrassment. "It's more than a hat… to me at least…"
He inhaled deeply and Yukimura put a comforting hand on his arm.
"You can tell me."
"I.. well… It's just that it was the first thing you have ever given me and it just reminds me that you're always with me no matter where I go… what I do...," Sanada continued, trying not to swallow his words in his throat out of nervousness. "And I really treasure our friendship… I don't want to ever lose it…"
Yukimura smiled warmly, causing him to feel even hotter in the face than he already was. He watched in stunned silence as Yukimura suddenly reached behind his head and he felt something slide around his head.
"Sanada, you had put your hat on backwards when you were rushing back to practice. You have always been a stickler for punctuality and not missing anything and so you ended up not thinking about what you were doing," Yukimura announced as he adjusted it back to the right place, casting a shadow over Sanada's eyes. He gently relocated Sanada's bangs so that they lay straight on either side of his face before giving him a kind pat on the head.
Meanwhile, Sanada's brain was frozen in shock at the revelation. He had pretty much made a fool of himself in front of the team unprovoked and his pride felt like it had cracked. He looked at Yukimura who was still smiling and currently readjusted the jacket on his shoulder with an elegant grace.
"It makes me happy to hear you care about me that much," Yukimura said honestly as he kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now why don't you go run say about… 250 laps to make up for punishing the team when they didn't actually do anything wrong this time? Surprising, isn't it?"
"Yes Yukimura."
"And 100 pushups when you're done with that."
"I will do that."
"How about 100 sit-ups too to really rectify this situation?"
"I have no choice but to say yes."
Yukimura's smile widened affectionately as he started to leave.
"I'll be good to you tonight," he added, stopping Sanada in his tracks. "But I'm not going to lie… I sure do like a strong, muscular man as my closest companion and lover."
Sanada shook his head as he sprinted off with a muttered 'Tarundoru' under his breath. If there was someone who truly understood the intricacies of manipulation, it was definitely Yukimura so he should have known that Yukimura of all people would take advantage of his simple mistake for his own agenda. Even amongst demons there was a hierarchy and Sanada would bend to the will of one person and one only. He couldn't help but smile anyway because no matter what happened it was all worth it for someone that special to his heart.
Posted by KeigoAtobe007 | May 18, 2011 6:02 PM | 0 comments
Inescapable Bonds
Author's Note: My first M-related fic that I've been working on for a few weeks (hopefully it turned out well!). The Platinum Pair study session gets heated fast as Niou exerts his moves on Yagyuu who feels his resistance wane easily. As much as Yagyuu protests Niou's advances, Niou knows he enjoys every minute of it...restraints and all...
Please review and enjoy :)
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Hiroshi Yagyuu excelled in every subject in school. Part of it was due to his natural ability to understand, retain, and recall things, but the other part was due to his unyielding work ethic and precise skill of organization. The only two people in the school that rivaled him in this sense was Renji Yanagi, a fellow teammate and one of his closest friends, and Genichirou Sanada, his vice captain and resident discipline enforcer.
Masaharu Niou, his tennis doubles partner and boyfriend, possessed the intelligence and ability to do extremely well in school, but he usually chose not to apply himself fully because he had better things to focus on. He was satisfied with passing each subject with at least a B and the neglect for doing some of his homework freed up precious time to plan his next prank. However, math was the only area of study that he showed his true ability in, and he was definitely acknowledged for that by his teacher.
Although Yagyuu's grades were nothing short of perfection, he let Niou help him out his math homework from time to time because he enjoyed hearing Niou explain his way of thinking about the subject. Niou saw the questions in a different way that most people did and so the way he approached answering them was unique and intriguing. Yagyuu loved hearing the rise of excitement in Niou's voice, the cool and calculated tone, and the way his eyes narrowed in an analytical expression. He also liked the sometime absurd ways that Niou would make up to memorize things.
It was a Thursday evening, their regular study session time, and they were almost done with their only piece of homework. The tennis practice earlier was satisfying, especially when Yukimura sent Sanada running laps for tripping over his tennis bag. As Sanada took off with a scowl, Yukimura turned to the team and winked, saying that he thought it would be fun to torture him. Niou praised him greatly for the idea.
Afterwards, they changed quickly into nicer clothes to attend the school orchestra concert. It went very well and they performed some of Yagyuu's favorite pieces with passionate musicality. However, there were a few times where Niou purposely tried to rest his hand on Yagyuu's on the armrest, and Yagyuu had to keep nudging him with his leg to get him to cut it out. When the concert finished, Yagyuu and Niou attempted to take off as quickly as possible to avoid being caught in the crowd, which probably contained quite a few of their fangirls that didn't have the time to deal with. Mission mostly successful - after being stopped by one teacher who needed to scold Niou for missing class on Monday, they managed to make it to Niou's semi-messy bedroom to start studying.
'Maybe I enjoy this a bit too much?' thought Yagyuu as the poured over their math assignment at Niou's desk. Other than listening to Niou talk, Yagyuu really liked being in tight physical proximity of him. Niou had an arm around his waist and kept leaning unnecessarily close to softly speak to Yagyuu. He could feel the breath of Niou's voice on his cheek and his hair brush his neck. Every so often, Niou would steal a kiss from him before returning to his own assignment, eyes twinkling with mischief. Niou had figured out how to be spontaneous without distracting Yagyuu, and Yagyuu enjoyed feeling good while getting work accomplished.
"Yes, we're finally done!" exclaimed Niou, throwing his pen down and turning to Yagyuu.
"I feel the same," Yagyuu added, leaning in close to Niou. "Thank you for your advice."
"Mmmhmm, you're welcome."
Yagyuu stood up, feeling Niou's arm slip away from his back, and smoothed out his clothes. He was wearing a navy blue button down shirt with a silver tie that Niou had gotten him for Christmas. Complete with black pants, his outfit made him look very professional, similar to a wealthy executive or lawyer.
"Yagyuu, you look sexy in what you're wearing," Niou said, eyeing him up and down as Yagyuu blushed slightly.
"You don't have to say it like that…"
Niou stood up and advanced, tilting Yagyuu's chin up with his hand to place a kiss on his lips. He was pushed back against the wall as Niou kissed him a few more times, hands now on both sides of him, and body pressing into his.
"You know, math tutors aren't free," Niou stated, trailing a finger down the left side of Yagyuu's face. "Nothing in life is free."
"Niou-kun, what do you want from me?" he asked back and he felt Niou's body press more into his hungrily.
"You."
"This isn't the right time," Yagyuu protested, trying to push him away. "Can't we wait until the weekend?"
Unexpectedly, Niou's hand went down to the front of his pants and rubbed it. Yagyuu held back a gasp by pressing his lips tightly together, but Niou noticed his reaction and smiled.
"Something else is saying otherwise…and it's been saying otherwise for a good portion of the study season…" Niou said suggestively, trying to lead him on, tugging on the top of his pants. "I wouldn't deny your desires Yagyuu. It's not healthy to keep everything cooped up."
Yagyuu felt his resistance wane as Niou kissed him again, this time deeper and more passionately, and he felt his tongue slip in to meet his. It was a pleasing sensation to have his tongue circle his in a playful dance, darting in and out unpredictably.
"It's hard to refrain from you right now since your appearance alone is turning me on," Niou whispered seductively, guiding Yagyuu towards the bed by pulling on his tie. "Although I also get turned on from seeing you naked with erotically disheveled hair and a moist body from being heavily aroused."
"Niou-kun…"
"Let your inhibitions go," Niou commanded, putting his weight on him when they neared the bed which caused Yagyuu to topple onto the bed with a heavy thud. Niou continued kissing him as he climbed on top of him, occasionally nipping his skin gently with his teeth.
"What is your exact fee?" Yagyuu asked between ragged breaths. His hands were linked on the back of Niou's neck, keeping him from moving somewhere else.
"Whatever I want," he replied, diving in for another wanton kiss. Yagyuu impulsively pulled him even closer, now gripping him tightly on the back of his shirt. "And don't say you didn't agree to this. It was all a part of the contract when we started dating."
Yagyuu closed his eyes in inevitable surrender. He let Niou move his arms down so they laid on the bed before loosening his tie. Next, he addressed the buttons on his shirt, swiftly undoing them before prying the shirt open to expose his warm chest to the cool air. While doing this, Niou had not ceased kissing him, licking along his jawline, or sucking his neck, causing Yagyuu to quiver with ecstasy.
A sharp intake of air occurred with Yagyuu when his belt was removed, the zipper pulled down, and Niou's hand reached down under his boxers, toying with him. Ignoring Yagyuu's meek attempt at resistance, Niou started to slide his pants and boxers down all the way to his ankles with a maniacal grin while still smoothing him with ardent kisses.
Suddenly, he felt one of his hands being raised and then something wrap around it. His eyes flew open out of curiosity and he turned his head away from Niou to see what was going on. Not a half second later, his other hand was suddenly subject to the same thing.
"Niou-kun!" Yagyuu said in surprise, noticing that his hands were bound to the posts on his bed by a piece of tough cloth on each.
Niou did not react as he proceeded to tie Yagyuu's legs to the remaining posts. Yagyuu could not avoid it because Niou had been sitting on his legs and had sneakily been spreading them apart. Once he knew the bonds were secure, he turned back to Yagyuu, prodding him gently in the middle of the chest with a finger.
"Damn, do you look hot right now…"
"What is the meaning of this?" Yagyuu demanded, pulling on one of the restraints to see if it was possible to break free.
"You like to use your hands as a support to help you deal with the pleasure you receive. I wanted to experiment to see how… vocal and undisciplined you can be since you won't be able to redirect my advances among many other things," Niou explained, bending down to press his lips against the left side of Yagyuu's neck, one of his most sensitive spots. He moaned softly, wrists trying to pull down on the bonds, but with no success.
"Niou-kun, you know I like making you feel good," Yagyuu stated somewhat pleadingly and Niou laughed.
"I know, but I want to take this rare opportunity to completely take advantage of you. I feel good knowing that you feel good."
Yagyuu wanted to object further, but Niou was now tending to the bulge that had previously been in his pants, which was now stiff and completely exposed. He felt his fingers trace around the contour and press into the tip, causing him to bite his lip. before wrapping his hand around again and stroking him up and down.
'These sensations are overwhelming me completely,' Yagyuu thought as he watched Niou at work with heavy-lidded eyes. 'Even though I'm out of my comfort zone… Truthfully, I am enjoying all of this.' Normally, he would grip Niou when things started to become too potent for him to stay controlled or start pleasing him to reduce the amount he was receiving on his own body. However, since he was incapable of using his arms or legs, he could only lay there, be exposed to whatever Niou chose to do, and react with physical limitations.
"Oh god Yagyuu," Niou said, running his tongue along the outline of his abdomens seductively after abandoning his throbbing member. "You're awfully hard… It's almost as you're begging for release." Niou watched Yagyuu with amusement as he moaned in a way that signaled that he wanted Niou to resume what he was originally doing.
Niou abruptly terminated his work on Yagyuu's abs and reached over for his silver tie, dangling it in front of his eyes.
"You like satin, Yagyuu?" he asked provocatively before brushing the fabric across his nipples. Yagyuu tried to back away as a result of this new sensation, but knew the action was useless. Instead, he hissed sharply as Niou did it again teasingly.
"Apparently so," Niou noted, gesturing to his now erect nipples. He hovered his mouth above one of them so tantalizing close and Yagyuu arched his body so that the distance was closed. Niou obliged, swirling his tongue around as his fingers played with his other nipple. The combination of moisture and friction drove Yagyuu even closer to the edge.
Now Niou slid the tie around his member, evoking a reaction from Yagyuu that was so intense that it made Niou flush with pride. The tie was so smooth and soft against him, eliciting surges of pleasure as he was rubbed with it. He struggled against the bonds impatiently, wanting to be able to grab Niou and ravish his body with kisses.
"Easy easy," Niou said soothingly as he removed the tie and replaced it with his mouth. He peered up at Yagyuu with hungry, lustful eyes as he slowly slid his mouth off of his member so that a trail of saliva remained.
"I love this side of you that no one else sees. It's so…honest and unrestrained…"
He could only say Niou's name as he resumed what he had started. Niou's expertise at pleasuring Yagyuu was off-the-charts and Yagyuu was completely subject to whatever was given to him. He bit his lip from moaning too loudly when he felt his tongue run from the base to the tip before enveloping him in that moist heat again. He let out a small cry when he felt one of Niou's fingers slip inside him stealthily and tugged on his bonds even harder when another finger moved in to help stretch him out.
"Oh god Niou-kun," Yagyuu said as he felt Niou's fingers slide in and out of him.
"Doesn't it feel good, Yagyuu?" Niou said encouragingly and Yagyuu nodded earnestly. "Well, since you've been a good boy, I'll let you have some fun…"
Niou reached over to the lamp and switched it off, putting the whole room into complete darkness. It took a moment for Yagyuu's eyes to adjust to the new environment - they have never had sex in the dark.
As he lay there silently, he felt his restraints being loosened and then eased off of his body. He felt the bed shift and immediately wrapped his arms around where he thought Niou was. When he made contact, he sighed contentedly knowing he was right.
"Ah, you like the use of your arms again."
"You say it like I'm not going to have use of them very soon."
"Very perceptive."
Quicker than lightning, Niou escaped from his hold and around to pull Yagyuu's arms behind him. He felt a piece of the tough fabric snake around his wrists and being pulled taut.
"I want you to please me without your hands," Niou commanded, guiding Yagyuu's head with his hands. He couldn't see a thing - he could only feel that he was in the right place when his collided with something hard and warm. He lowered his jaw and tried to move to where his target was, encasing it with moisture when he arrived.
Now it was Niou's turn to moan loudly as Yagyuu went into a steady rhythm, focused on only one thing and it was to make Niou shiver with satisfaction. He felt Niou's fingers brush the hair out of his eyes and back, holding his head gently as he pushed back into Yagyuu's mouth.
Judging by the occasional sounds that Niou would make, Yagyuu was almost positive that Niou was enjoying every second with his lips pressed together in a smirk that is befitting of a devious boyfriend. He knew that Niou's enjoyment level was inversely related to the frequency of his sexual comments - he said less when he had Yagyuu right where he wanted him to be or when he was feeling too good for words. Yagyuu was the opposite - he found it hard to contain his moans and content sighs the longer Niou pleasured him.
"I'm just imagining how your lips are locked around me… how your glossy your eyes are from being engrossed in desire," Niou said and Yagyuu felt his heart flutter heatedly. He felt Niou slowly pull out of him and the weight shift around in bed to directly behind him. He gasped when Niou's hands reached around him and started stroking him vigorously.
'I can't control anything,' Yagyuu thought helplessly to himself when he instinctively tried to move his arms, but couldn't since his wrists were still bound together behind his back. 'But these sensations are so amazing… My mind is clouding… I don't want him to stop…'
"And I know that you need me inside of you right now," Niou whispered dangerously and seductively. He felt himself pushed forward so that he was hunched over, face plastered on one side on a pillow. He had never felt so vulnerable until that moment where he was bent over in the dark without any warning for when the next thing was going to happen.
All he could do was bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut in anticipation as he felt Niou spread him apart a bit with his hands and then feeling his member barely touch his entrance, poised for action.
"Don't… keep… me waiting," Yagyuu growled through clenched teeth. Niou couldn't help but laugh a little at Yagyuu's rather lustful plea. Time stood still for a while as he held his breath in apprehension.
He let out a small cry when it finally happened - it was slightly painful at first and Niou was careful to go a little slower until he adjusted to it. Before long, Niou was thrusting in and out of him as they both gasped and moaned in hungry desire. Yagyuu was breathing with short, sharp intakes, which escalated when Niou seized his member his one hand again and relentlessly applied friction while he continued pressing deep into him.
'This is so new,' thought Yagyuu, noting what was happening. Usually when they had sex, some kind of light source was on because they got a thrill off of seeing each other's facial expressions as they were doing the deed. Niou loved looking at Yagyuu's body and Yagyuu needed to see what Niou was up to. Yagyuu was also accustomed to having sex while laying on his back and having Niou on top of him, arms around his back pulling him closer or hands grasping the bedsheets as he was kissed heartily.
His body buckled considerably with each of Niou's powerful movements and the dexterity of Niou's hand on him was driving higher and higher. His mind felt like it was going to burst any minute from the quantity of potent emotions he was experience all at one time. He was sweating rather copiously - his hair was damp and mussed from Niou's other hand intertwined in it. Niou's body was probably as moist from lascivious feelings and the very thought pushed him right over the edge…
"Niou-kun!" Yagyuu exclaimed effusively as he came into his hand, pleasure ripping through him in waves as he released, futilely jerking against the restraints in euphoric response. He was panting profusely as Niou pulled out of him, deftly moved in front of him, and guided Yagyuu's mouth onto his member before he came as well with a series of loud, content sighs. He felt a dribble of liquid running out the corner of his mouth since he barely got there in time, but the area was replaced by Niou's tongue cleaning it up.
As the bedside lamp was turned back on, Yagyuu collapsed onto the bed face-first out of sheer exhaustion. Niou chuckled softly as he removed the tough fabric that had held his wrists captive through the entire ordeal and Yagyuu gingerly stretched them out as he rolled gently over onto his back. He watched contentedly as Niou licked his stained hand with a satisfied smirk. It was nice to be able to lay eyes on his attractive boyfriend's features again.
"Damn, that was amazing…" Niou said blissfully, laying down next to him. "Wasn't it, Yeeagyuu?"
"I'm getting a bed without posts starting tomorrow."
"Mmmhmm…right."
"And hiding all of my satin ties."
"You do that. I'll find them."
"But first of all," Yagyuu said seriously, lifting himself momentarily so he could place his head on Niou's chest and be submerged in the sound of his heartbeat. "I am getting rid of you as my math tutor. You're too expensive."
"That may be the case," Niou agreed, threading his hand into Yagyuu's resting on his abdomens and Yagyuu had no doubts he was smiling cunningly to himself. "But I know that you can't ever get rid of me because my expertise is completely worth the cost."
"There are bonds that can never be severed…" Yagyuu concluded, softly squeezing Niou's hand and drifting off into a serene stupor as Niou's chest rose and fell with a steady, peaceful tempo.
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Hiroshi Yagyuu excelled in every subject in school. Part of it was due to his natural ability to understand, retain, and recall things, but the other part was due to his unyielding work ethic and precise skill of organization. The only two people in the school that rivaled him in this sense was Renji Yanagi, a fellow teammate and one of his closest friends, and Genichirou Sanada, his vice captain and resident discipline enforcer.
Masaharu Niou, his tennis doubles partner and boyfriend, possessed the intelligence and ability to do extremely well in school, but he usually chose not to apply himself fully because he had better things to focus on. He was satisfied with passing each subject with at least a B and the neglect for doing some of his homework freed up precious time to plan his next prank. However, math was the only area of study that he showed his true ability in, and he was definitely acknowledged for that by his teacher.
Although Yagyuu's grades were nothing short of perfection, he let Niou help him out his math homework from time to time because he enjoyed hearing Niou explain his way of thinking about the subject. Niou saw the questions in a different way that most people did and so the way he approached answering them was unique and intriguing. Yagyuu loved hearing the rise of excitement in Niou's voice, the cool and calculated tone, and the way his eyes narrowed in an analytical expression. He also liked the sometime absurd ways that Niou would make up to memorize things.
It was a Thursday evening, their regular study session time, and they were almost done with their only piece of homework. The tennis practice earlier was satisfying, especially when Yukimura sent Sanada running laps for tripping over his tennis bag. As Sanada took off with a scowl, Yukimura turned to the team and winked, saying that he thought it would be fun to torture him. Niou praised him greatly for the idea.
Afterwards, they changed quickly into nicer clothes to attend the school orchestra concert. It went very well and they performed some of Yagyuu's favorite pieces with passionate musicality. However, there were a few times where Niou purposely tried to rest his hand on Yagyuu's on the armrest, and Yagyuu had to keep nudging him with his leg to get him to cut it out. When the concert finished, Yagyuu and Niou attempted to take off as quickly as possible to avoid being caught in the crowd, which probably contained quite a few of their fangirls that didn't have the time to deal with. Mission mostly successful - after being stopped by one teacher who needed to scold Niou for missing class on Monday, they managed to make it to Niou's semi-messy bedroom to start studying.
'Maybe I enjoy this a bit too much?' thought Yagyuu as the poured over their math assignment at Niou's desk. Other than listening to Niou talk, Yagyuu really liked being in tight physical proximity of him. Niou had an arm around his waist and kept leaning unnecessarily close to softly speak to Yagyuu. He could feel the breath of Niou's voice on his cheek and his hair brush his neck. Every so often, Niou would steal a kiss from him before returning to his own assignment, eyes twinkling with mischief. Niou had figured out how to be spontaneous without distracting Yagyuu, and Yagyuu enjoyed feeling good while getting work accomplished.
"Yes, we're finally done!" exclaimed Niou, throwing his pen down and turning to Yagyuu.
"I feel the same," Yagyuu added, leaning in close to Niou. "Thank you for your advice."
"Mmmhmm, you're welcome."
Yagyuu stood up, feeling Niou's arm slip away from his back, and smoothed out his clothes. He was wearing a navy blue button down shirt with a silver tie that Niou had gotten him for Christmas. Complete with black pants, his outfit made him look very professional, similar to a wealthy executive or lawyer.
"Yagyuu, you look sexy in what you're wearing," Niou said, eyeing him up and down as Yagyuu blushed slightly.
"You don't have to say it like that…"
Niou stood up and advanced, tilting Yagyuu's chin up with his hand to place a kiss on his lips. He was pushed back against the wall as Niou kissed him a few more times, hands now on both sides of him, and body pressing into his.
"You know, math tutors aren't free," Niou stated, trailing a finger down the left side of Yagyuu's face. "Nothing in life is free."
"Niou-kun, what do you want from me?" he asked back and he felt Niou's body press more into his hungrily.
"You."
"This isn't the right time," Yagyuu protested, trying to push him away. "Can't we wait until the weekend?"
Unexpectedly, Niou's hand went down to the front of his pants and rubbed it. Yagyuu held back a gasp by pressing his lips tightly together, but Niou noticed his reaction and smiled.
"Something else is saying otherwise…and it's been saying otherwise for a good portion of the study season…" Niou said suggestively, trying to lead him on, tugging on the top of his pants. "I wouldn't deny your desires Yagyuu. It's not healthy to keep everything cooped up."
Yagyuu felt his resistance wane as Niou kissed him again, this time deeper and more passionately, and he felt his tongue slip in to meet his. It was a pleasing sensation to have his tongue circle his in a playful dance, darting in and out unpredictably.
"It's hard to refrain from you right now since your appearance alone is turning me on," Niou whispered seductively, guiding Yagyuu towards the bed by pulling on his tie. "Although I also get turned on from seeing you naked with erotically disheveled hair and a moist body from being heavily aroused."
"Niou-kun…"
"Let your inhibitions go," Niou commanded, putting his weight on him when they neared the bed which caused Yagyuu to topple onto the bed with a heavy thud. Niou continued kissing him as he climbed on top of him, occasionally nipping his skin gently with his teeth.
"What is your exact fee?" Yagyuu asked between ragged breaths. His hands were linked on the back of Niou's neck, keeping him from moving somewhere else.
"Whatever I want," he replied, diving in for another wanton kiss. Yagyuu impulsively pulled him even closer, now gripping him tightly on the back of his shirt. "And don't say you didn't agree to this. It was all a part of the contract when we started dating."
Yagyuu closed his eyes in inevitable surrender. He let Niou move his arms down so they laid on the bed before loosening his tie. Next, he addressed the buttons on his shirt, swiftly undoing them before prying the shirt open to expose his warm chest to the cool air. While doing this, Niou had not ceased kissing him, licking along his jawline, or sucking his neck, causing Yagyuu to quiver with ecstasy.
A sharp intake of air occurred with Yagyuu when his belt was removed, the zipper pulled down, and Niou's hand reached down under his boxers, toying with him. Ignoring Yagyuu's meek attempt at resistance, Niou started to slide his pants and boxers down all the way to his ankles with a maniacal grin while still smoothing him with ardent kisses.
Suddenly, he felt one of his hands being raised and then something wrap around it. His eyes flew open out of curiosity and he turned his head away from Niou to see what was going on. Not a half second later, his other hand was suddenly subject to the same thing.
"Niou-kun!" Yagyuu said in surprise, noticing that his hands were bound to the posts on his bed by a piece of tough cloth on each.
Niou did not react as he proceeded to tie Yagyuu's legs to the remaining posts. Yagyuu could not avoid it because Niou had been sitting on his legs and had sneakily been spreading them apart. Once he knew the bonds were secure, he turned back to Yagyuu, prodding him gently in the middle of the chest with a finger.
"Damn, do you look hot right now…"
"What is the meaning of this?" Yagyuu demanded, pulling on one of the restraints to see if it was possible to break free.
"You like to use your hands as a support to help you deal with the pleasure you receive. I wanted to experiment to see how… vocal and undisciplined you can be since you won't be able to redirect my advances among many other things," Niou explained, bending down to press his lips against the left side of Yagyuu's neck, one of his most sensitive spots. He moaned softly, wrists trying to pull down on the bonds, but with no success.
"Niou-kun, you know I like making you feel good," Yagyuu stated somewhat pleadingly and Niou laughed.
"I know, but I want to take this rare opportunity to completely take advantage of you. I feel good knowing that you feel good."
Yagyuu wanted to object further, but Niou was now tending to the bulge that had previously been in his pants, which was now stiff and completely exposed. He felt his fingers trace around the contour and press into the tip, causing him to bite his lip. before wrapping his hand around again and stroking him up and down.
'These sensations are overwhelming me completely,' Yagyuu thought as he watched Niou at work with heavy-lidded eyes. 'Even though I'm out of my comfort zone… Truthfully, I am enjoying all of this.' Normally, he would grip Niou when things started to become too potent for him to stay controlled or start pleasing him to reduce the amount he was receiving on his own body. However, since he was incapable of using his arms or legs, he could only lay there, be exposed to whatever Niou chose to do, and react with physical limitations.
"Oh god Yagyuu," Niou said, running his tongue along the outline of his abdomens seductively after abandoning his throbbing member. "You're awfully hard… It's almost as you're begging for release." Niou watched Yagyuu with amusement as he moaned in a way that signaled that he wanted Niou to resume what he was originally doing.
Niou abruptly terminated his work on Yagyuu's abs and reached over for his silver tie, dangling it in front of his eyes.
"You like satin, Yagyuu?" he asked provocatively before brushing the fabric across his nipples. Yagyuu tried to back away as a result of this new sensation, but knew the action was useless. Instead, he hissed sharply as Niou did it again teasingly.
"Apparently so," Niou noted, gesturing to his now erect nipples. He hovered his mouth above one of them so tantalizing close and Yagyuu arched his body so that the distance was closed. Niou obliged, swirling his tongue around as his fingers played with his other nipple. The combination of moisture and friction drove Yagyuu even closer to the edge.
Now Niou slid the tie around his member, evoking a reaction from Yagyuu that was so intense that it made Niou flush with pride. The tie was so smooth and soft against him, eliciting surges of pleasure as he was rubbed with it. He struggled against the bonds impatiently, wanting to be able to grab Niou and ravish his body with kisses.
"Easy easy," Niou said soothingly as he removed the tie and replaced it with his mouth. He peered up at Yagyuu with hungry, lustful eyes as he slowly slid his mouth off of his member so that a trail of saliva remained.
"I love this side of you that no one else sees. It's so…honest and unrestrained…"
He could only say Niou's name as he resumed what he had started. Niou's expertise at pleasuring Yagyuu was off-the-charts and Yagyuu was completely subject to whatever was given to him. He bit his lip from moaning too loudly when he felt his tongue run from the base to the tip before enveloping him in that moist heat again. He let out a small cry when he felt one of Niou's fingers slip inside him stealthily and tugged on his bonds even harder when another finger moved in to help stretch him out.
"Oh god Niou-kun," Yagyuu said as he felt Niou's fingers slide in and out of him.
"Doesn't it feel good, Yagyuu?" Niou said encouragingly and Yagyuu nodded earnestly. "Well, since you've been a good boy, I'll let you have some fun…"
Niou reached over to the lamp and switched it off, putting the whole room into complete darkness. It took a moment for Yagyuu's eyes to adjust to the new environment - they have never had sex in the dark.
As he lay there silently, he felt his restraints being loosened and then eased off of his body. He felt the bed shift and immediately wrapped his arms around where he thought Niou was. When he made contact, he sighed contentedly knowing he was right.
"Ah, you like the use of your arms again."
"You say it like I'm not going to have use of them very soon."
"Very perceptive."
Quicker than lightning, Niou escaped from his hold and around to pull Yagyuu's arms behind him. He felt a piece of the tough fabric snake around his wrists and being pulled taut.
"I want you to please me without your hands," Niou commanded, guiding Yagyuu's head with his hands. He couldn't see a thing - he could only feel that he was in the right place when his collided with something hard and warm. He lowered his jaw and tried to move to where his target was, encasing it with moisture when he arrived.
Now it was Niou's turn to moan loudly as Yagyuu went into a steady rhythm, focused on only one thing and it was to make Niou shiver with satisfaction. He felt Niou's fingers brush the hair out of his eyes and back, holding his head gently as he pushed back into Yagyuu's mouth.
Judging by the occasional sounds that Niou would make, Yagyuu was almost positive that Niou was enjoying every second with his lips pressed together in a smirk that is befitting of a devious boyfriend. He knew that Niou's enjoyment level was inversely related to the frequency of his sexual comments - he said less when he had Yagyuu right where he wanted him to be or when he was feeling too good for words. Yagyuu was the opposite - he found it hard to contain his moans and content sighs the longer Niou pleasured him.
"I'm just imagining how your lips are locked around me… how your glossy your eyes are from being engrossed in desire," Niou said and Yagyuu felt his heart flutter heatedly. He felt Niou slowly pull out of him and the weight shift around in bed to directly behind him. He gasped when Niou's hands reached around him and started stroking him vigorously.
'I can't control anything,' Yagyuu thought helplessly to himself when he instinctively tried to move his arms, but couldn't since his wrists were still bound together behind his back. 'But these sensations are so amazing… My mind is clouding… I don't want him to stop…'
"And I know that you need me inside of you right now," Niou whispered dangerously and seductively. He felt himself pushed forward so that he was hunched over, face plastered on one side on a pillow. He had never felt so vulnerable until that moment where he was bent over in the dark without any warning for when the next thing was going to happen.
All he could do was bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut in anticipation as he felt Niou spread him apart a bit with his hands and then feeling his member barely touch his entrance, poised for action.
"Don't… keep… me waiting," Yagyuu growled through clenched teeth. Niou couldn't help but laugh a little at Yagyuu's rather lustful plea. Time stood still for a while as he held his breath in apprehension.
He let out a small cry when it finally happened - it was slightly painful at first and Niou was careful to go a little slower until he adjusted to it. Before long, Niou was thrusting in and out of him as they both gasped and moaned in hungry desire. Yagyuu was breathing with short, sharp intakes, which escalated when Niou seized his member his one hand again and relentlessly applied friction while he continued pressing deep into him.
'This is so new,' thought Yagyuu, noting what was happening. Usually when they had sex, some kind of light source was on because they got a thrill off of seeing each other's facial expressions as they were doing the deed. Niou loved looking at Yagyuu's body and Yagyuu needed to see what Niou was up to. Yagyuu was also accustomed to having sex while laying on his back and having Niou on top of him, arms around his back pulling him closer or hands grasping the bedsheets as he was kissed heartily.
His body buckled considerably with each of Niou's powerful movements and the dexterity of Niou's hand on him was driving higher and higher. His mind felt like it was going to burst any minute from the quantity of potent emotions he was experience all at one time. He was sweating rather copiously - his hair was damp and mussed from Niou's other hand intertwined in it. Niou's body was probably as moist from lascivious feelings and the very thought pushed him right over the edge…
"Niou-kun!" Yagyuu exclaimed effusively as he came into his hand, pleasure ripping through him in waves as he released, futilely jerking against the restraints in euphoric response. He was panting profusely as Niou pulled out of him, deftly moved in front of him, and guided Yagyuu's mouth onto his member before he came as well with a series of loud, content sighs. He felt a dribble of liquid running out the corner of his mouth since he barely got there in time, but the area was replaced by Niou's tongue cleaning it up.
As the bedside lamp was turned back on, Yagyuu collapsed onto the bed face-first out of sheer exhaustion. Niou chuckled softly as he removed the tough fabric that had held his wrists captive through the entire ordeal and Yagyuu gingerly stretched them out as he rolled gently over onto his back. He watched contentedly as Niou licked his stained hand with a satisfied smirk. It was nice to be able to lay eyes on his attractive boyfriend's features again.
"Damn, that was amazing…" Niou said blissfully, laying down next to him. "Wasn't it, Yeeagyuu?"
"I'm getting a bed without posts starting tomorrow."
"Mmmhmm…right."
"And hiding all of my satin ties."
"You do that. I'll find them."
"But first of all," Yagyuu said seriously, lifting himself momentarily so he could place his head on Niou's chest and be submerged in the sound of his heartbeat. "I am getting rid of you as my math tutor. You're too expensive."
"That may be the case," Niou agreed, threading his hand into Yagyuu's resting on his abdomens and Yagyuu had no doubts he was smiling cunningly to himself. "But I know that you can't ever get rid of me because my expertise is completely worth the cost."
"There are bonds that can never be severed…" Yagyuu concluded, softly squeezing Niou's hand and drifting off into a serene stupor as Niou's chest rose and fell with a steady, peaceful tempo.
Posted by KeigoAtobe007 | May 18, 2011 5:52 PM | 0 comments
May 17th, 2011
Symbolic Meanings
"I want to get each regular a bouquet of flowers at the end of the tennis season," Yukimura announced as he reclined in one of the chairs outside by the garden. "What do you think, Sanada?"
Sanada, who had been cloud-watching lost in thought, snapped immediately back to attention.
"Flowers?"
"You know, what you see right in front of you…" Yukimura teased and Sanada sighed softly out of slight embarrassment.
"Hmm… It's not a bad idea, but why?"
"Did you know that flowers have different kinds of meanings?" Yukimura inquired interestedly, picking up his drink and sipping it slowly.
"Actually I didn't. I just thought they were nice to look at."
"I should have known that aesthetics are not one of your particular strong points," Yukimura added endearingly, reaching over patting him on the head and seeing his face flush in a flustered kind of way. "You don't see symbolism in things - you just see them face-value. Concrete might be a way of saying it."
"It's just the way that I am," Sanada added, pulling his cap lower over his eyes as Yukimura chuckled.
"I love that about you, you know. I enjoy opening up your mind to other things."
"And taking me out of my comfort zone…"
"In more ways than one."
They sat in silence as they finished their drinks - ice lightly clinking against the side of the glass as the liquid dwindled away. The clouds were scarce and a bit wispy so they sun was able to beat down on them with its hot, bright rays.
"Ready to work, Sanada?"
"What are you going to have me do?" Sanada inquired politely as Yukimura stood up and started heading towards the shed.
"This," he said, thrusting a large shovel towards Sanada as he grabbed a smaller one for himself.
"What am I digging?" he questioned as Yukimura led the way to a patch of bare land.
"You're going to dig here and then add some fresh soil from the bags over there. I'm going to work on getting the flowers I want for our team members out of their spot int the garden and plant them here."
"… Why can't you leave them where they are?"
"I feel like creating something right now. And when they bloom to their fullest potential, I want to take a picture and frame it," Yukimura explained as he worked on tying an solid green apron on to keep his clothes from being soiled. "I cherish my team."
"And apparently symbolic value."
"Sanada," he scolded jokingly. "Have you been spending too much time with Yanagi lately? His influence is apparent in some of your speech."
"Just trying to be funny," Sanada muttered, slightly embarrassed. "And I don't want to wear an apron. It's getting to be quite hot out."
"Heat doesn't bother you. You just think you look silly in it," Yukimura pointed out as he started to head towards the first flower patch. "But you should take off your shirt at least."
"I'm not going to be that hot, Yukimura."
"I know. I just really like the shirt you are wearing and I would rather keep it from getting dirty," Yukimura added and Sanada face twisted into a strange incredulous expression - torn between protestation and fear for his well-being.
"Take it off Sanada or I'm forcing you to wear this butterfly-printed apron to tennis practice tomorrow."
"You wouldn't."
"Just this lovely, butterfly-printed apron without absolutely nothing else on."
He sighed and started pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted muscles to the sunlight. His slightly tan skin was already glistening with sweat, which meant that there would be no avoiding the dirt that was going to cling to his body. Sanada was almost certain that Yukimura secretly wanted to see his toned chest splattered with wet soil more than he wanted to protect one of his favorite shirts.
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Hours later, after the scorching sun had set, the two best friends declared their work to be finished and started cleaning up slowly. Sanada removed his hat and stretched his aching muscles as he welcomed the cool breeze that was just starting to whisper through the trees. Regardless of how he was feeling from all of the hard manual labor he had to do, he felt a great sense of accomplishment from the masterpiece that had been created from their combined efforts.
"Thank you for your help today, Sanada," Yukimura said warmly as he switched on the garden lights from inside the shed. "It made things go much faster."
"Not a problem. I didn't have anything else to do today."
Yukimura hummed a content tune as he pulled out a hose and turned it on, dragging it over to the flowers.
"Don't you normally water with a watering can?"
"Yes, but it's late and this will get the job done quicker. I just need to give them a light shower."
"Okay, I'll just finish up cleaning up the tools," Sanada said, entering the shed and making sure that everything wasn't laying around haphazardly. As tired as they were, Yukimura would never forgive a sloppy mess.
A minute later, he came out and did a scan of the garden for anything they missed and saw his shirt resting on a small bench a few feet away from him. Before he was able to take a step towards it, a cold jet of liquid squared him in the back and he jumped out of alarm.
"Yukimura!" he yelled, annoyed as he turned around and was still being sprayed with the hose. All of the dirt and mud that had accumulated from earlier was being washed away, leaving behind cleaner skin that seemed to glisten from the ambient lights. "Stop it!"
"Stop what? The jet setting?" he inquired sweetly as he adjusted it to a a strong shower setting and aimed upwards towards his head, causing water to stream through his hair.
"This altogether!"
Instantly the water stopped, leaving a fuming Sanada soaking wet as he approached his innocent-looking captain.
"Like I said, I didn't want that shirt to get soiled, so I thought you needed a rinse before you put it on. Even though I did like your rugged look as you toiled away, I also how your moist body seems to sparkle in the light being cast upon your tan skin."
"Yukimura… A fair warning would have helped," Sanada said gruffly as he worked on smoothing out his hair. "And besides, my pants are wet now and I feel uncomfortable in them."
Yukimura grinned as he rolled up the hose before going into the shed and coming back out with a folded apron in his arms.
"There's always this you can wear home," he suggested brightly, extending his arms out in an offering.
"I'd rather be caught naked on the tennis court than wear that home."
"I wouldn't speak to impulsively, Sanada," Yukimura said with a harmless chuckle and Sanada smacked his forehead in stupidity.
"So… when do these flowers bloom to their fullest?"
"In a week and a half. Just in time for the team get-together."
"That quickly?" Sanada remarked as he shrugged on his shirt and straightened it. "Anyway, I'm sure everyone is going to like them."
"I do hope so."
"…"
"What is it, Sanada?"
"Which ones… are mine?"
Yukimura laughed softly as he pulled him away from the garden and towards the gate to the front yard.
"No no, Sanada," Yukimura reprimanded endearingly. "It's a secret. You have to wait to find out just like everyone else."
"Fine, I knew you were going to say that," Sanada admitted as he started to walk away, pulling on his cap over his damp hair. "I do have one last question."
"One more and then I must get some rest."
"Are there flowers for you in that patch?"
"No, I don't see the need to pick some for myself because I'm not going to be giving myself flowers at the end of the season."
"You're right. I didn't think before I asked."
"It's fine. Good night Sanada," he said, waving him off with a affectionate smile.
"Good night, Yukimura," Sanada repeated as he left with a array of thoughts on his mind. He wanted to know which one were his, but he had just made a silent promise to Yukimura to wait his turn. However, the more pressing thought on his mind was the fact that Yukimura was too humble - it wasn't the fact that Yukimura didn't want to give himself flowers, but rather that he didn't know what he would pick that would resemble his character. As he made the trek home, he started generating a plan to resolve the issue.
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"This is ridiculous, Genichirou!"
"Shhh! It will be fine."
"What will Seiichi do to us if he catches us in his backyard after dark? Or even worse, if we ruin something in his garden?"
"The quicker you shut away that logical side of your brain telling you that this isn't a good idea, the quicker we get this done and out of here."
Silence.
"Okay, but I'm blaming you completely if he does get angry," Yanagi concluded in a hushed whisper and Sanada nodded in acceptance. He hoped he didn't sign up for a death wish for possibly bringing the balance of the garden out of order.
"It should be fine. You said he doesn't wake up at all during the night and we know he's a heavy sleeper."
"It was an educated guess based on his behavioral patterns," Yanagi stated as they approached the shed. "There's a slim chance that I am wrong."
"Tonight isn't going to be that night," Sanada reassured him as he took a look at the combination lock on the door. "…Shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"I've never seen this lock on the door before."
"It's because he always gets the tools and supplies."
"Oh right."
Yanagi rolled his eyes (or at least, Sanada thought he did). He never knew with the mysterious, unrevealing data master.
"The combination is 0520," he stated as Sanada moved the numbers into place and pulled. The lock clicked open and he froze.
"…Wait… How did you know?" Sanada asked, brain still reeling in shock.
"It's your birthday," Yanagi explained with a shrug. "You're his best friend that he is closer to than anybody. It was the only number that it could have been."
"…"
"You're so embarrassed right now, aren't you?"
"Shut up!"
Yanagi smirked and pushed past him to grab a few shovels and a flashlight. Sanada glared at him back as he did the same before heading out into the garden. Before Yanagi left the shed, he hit the switch to turn off all of the softly glowing garden lights, casting them into complete darkness. Two flashlights were switched on simultaneously and started scanning the area.
"There is one of them in this first patch."
"Ah, I see. Good choice. He'll like that one."
"And let's see…"
Another pause as Sanada pulled a small book out of his pocket and started thumbing through it. Since he wasn't well-versed with the meaning of flowers, let alone know what some of them even looked like, he had stopped by the bookstore and purchased one to make things easier. He had spent the better part of the evening figuring out exactly what he wanted, which meant that his homework remained unfinished for the first time in his life.
"Well, Genichirou," Yanagi said approvingly. "I see you've done your research. That makes things easier. Hopefully your parents and/or Seiichi don't scold you for leaving other things unfinished."
Sanada chose to ignore him as he located the next flower. He could hear the sound of a small shovel picking into the earth with a consistent rhythm as he brushed back a few leaves to admire the purple petals of the second flower.
"Where would you like to re-plant these?" Yanagi asked softly towards the source of the second flashlight.
"There's an empty spot -"
"'Over by the small water fountain'," Yanagi finished smartly. "Is what you were going to say. You're so predictable."
"Don't ask if you already knew!"
He could hear Yanagi chuckling and he scowled to himself.
"Relax. I'm just trying to make things more light-hearted."
"At my expense."
"Of course," he felt Yanagi whisper into his ear and he jumped slightly since he did not hear him approach. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Now where's the next flower, Mr. Romantic?"
"I'm not being romantic!" he retorted back, aggravated with a voice as sharp as daggers. "I'm just showing my admiration and my thanks for him, that's all."
"I know. Once again, another light-hearted joke misinterpreted by the guy with the shortest temper of the entire team."
Sanada stood up and walked over to the patch near the water fountain before squatting down with his flowers in hand and judging where to place them. It was wise for him to remove himself out of Yanagi's vicinity in case he couldn't fully suppress his urge to punch him.
"The flower you want is two rows down to your left. It has vibrant pink petals and should be next to some daffodils."
"I have an idea," Yanagi asked from where he was getting the third kind of flower after locating them quickly. "How about you give me the book and I'll find all of the flowers and work on getting quite a few of each? I think you've written down your guesses at where they are located so that makes it easier. That way you can stay by the water fountain and arrange these the way that you want."
"That is a good idea. It does make things quicker."
"Okay, then let's keep this rotation for a few more minutes until you have enough to work with."
"Hey Yanagi…"
"What is it, Genichirou?"
"Thank you for all of your help. I really do appreciate it."
"You're welcome, but I should be thanking you. I think this will be a very special gift for our best friend."
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'For Marui, a bouquet of white gardenias, purple crocuses, and pink ranunculuses with a scattering of light purple asters and white baby's breaths. Perfect for the genius who is a radiant collection of joy and cheerfulness - someone who is always content with life and festive with his actions,' Yukimura thought, half-asleep in his bed with a blanket covering his lithe frame. He was too content in his world of pleasant dreams to want to rise and start the day.
'For Jackal, an arrangement of purple lisianthuses, dark pink camellias, and daisies backed with a hearty amount of bluebells and lily of the valley. Calm and gracious, Jackal is nothing short of humility or sweetness. He is also the most innocent one out of the group - never getting into trouble or causing any,' Yukimura continued thinking as he forced himself to open his eyes and slowly blink in the sunlight streaming through the outside door.
'For Niou, it would be appropriate to create a fairly monochromatic collection of deep indigo delphiniums and rich purple larkspurs coupled with lavender and violets. His beautiful spirit is full of boldness and he is a very observant and watchful individual. He pervades a sense of distrust of others and others definitely distrusted him to not pull a prank,' came Yukimura's next thought in an amused way. He sat up and climbed out of bed, stretching his arms slowly as he yawned.
'For Yagyuu, a neat presentation of pastel blue hydrangeas, dark pink magnolias, and light purplish-blue hyacinths with white hibiscuses and calla lilies encircling them. Limitless perseverance, a noble and dignified personality, and true sincerity was who Yagyuu was. All of his actions for the benefit of others seem to have this delicate regal touch that showed the beauty of his soul,' Yukimura considered as he started to change out of his sleeping clothes and into some casual clothes to wear outdoors.
'For Kirihara, a cluster of red amaryllises and orange freesias on one side and pink sweet peas and yellow and orange alstroemerias on the other side surrounding stargazer lilies in the middle. He has two distinct personalities - he can be spirited and dramatic or he can be shy with quiet aspiration, but he was always ambitious in what he did,' mused Yukimura as started shifting through his desk drawer for his camera. He had been looking forward to this day all week.
'For Yanagi, warm dark pink azaleas and orange-pink begonias would be the main flowers, but his bouquet would also have violet pansies, pink tulips, and white tuberoses. He has an abundance of deep thoughts and he finds success in whatever he does. He has loving thoughts for others that he hardly voices aloud and he takes pleasure in caring for his team through indiscreet means,' thought Yukimura gratefully as he opened the door to the garden and strode out towards the patch where all of these flowers currently were.
'And lastly, for Sanada, daffodils would serve as the centerpiece, representing his chivalrous nature. Encompassing the center would be fiery orange-yellow gladioluses and bright orange and red nasturtiums symbolizing the power of the gladiators flowing through his veins, the need for conquest and victory in battle, and his pride in the strength of his character and the strength of his teammates,' Yukimura mentally concluded as he reached his destination and looked at the area fondly, noting how healthy and fresh the flowers looked with the morning dew sparkling in the sunlight.
"Oh my, what's this?" Yukimura said to himself when he noticed there were some flowers that weren't there before residing between the patch and the water fountain. He tenderly stroked the petals of the white jasmine that were full of grace and elegance before moving onto the delicate beauty of the pink orchids. The purple irises, representing inspiration, and the sunflowers, representing adoration, were interspersed among peach colored roses in an arc behind them.
He smiled brightly as he straightened up and took a few paces back, turning on his camera and checking the focus through the viewfinder. His heart felt much lighter than usual - like it was floating on air as snapped a few pictures. Yukimura knew from the tone of Sanada's voice from his last visit that he was a bit upset at how Yukimura didn't have flowers in the team collection. Little did Sanada know that Yukimura purposely left some bare land in the patch, accurately predicting that Sanada was going to go fill it in with Yanagi's help. He was a bit curious to see Sanada's views on him as and he felt that this was the most efficient way to get an honest answer without putting Sanada on the spot.
'What a beautiful morning,' Yukimura thought blissfully as he headed back inside to get ready to go to the store to develop the pictures. 'There is a lot to get ready before the team gathering tonight…'
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The get-together at Yukimura's place had happened without any major problems or incidents. They had an amazing dinner prepared by Jackal, Yagyuu, and Sanada and finished with a bountiful amount of desserts baked and decorated by Marui and Kirihara. As they were eating, they enjoyed carefree conversation about the tennis season, school, past memories, personality quirks, and anything in-between. At one point, Kirihara accidentally got some of the cake's frosting on his nose somehow, and Yanagi ended up licking it off instead of using a napkin, causing him to turn a deadly shade of red as everyone else laughed.
After they had teamed up to wash and dry the dishes, they went into the living room area to decide on playing some of the games that Yanagi had brought over. They all had a great time in heated competition, provoking each other to gain the upper hand and laughing at every embarrassing situation that occurred. The team gatherings were one of the few times that torturing Sanada and Yanagi didn't result in some kind of punishment and the team exploited this fact, but they got their fair share of torment back later back from the Three Demons.
A glance at the clock from Yanagi told the team that it was getting late and that it was time to go. Niou groaned from his spot on the couch where his head was resting on Yagyuu's lap - an obvious sign that he felt too comfortable to get up. Kirihara mocked him from his spot in Yanagi's arms in front of the TV, but was immediately quieted when Yanagi pressed one finger to his lips and chided him playfully. Marui and Jackal promptly turned off the video game console and started to put the controllers away neatly as they made fun of Kirihara being put in his place.
"A word, Sanada," Yukimura called out as the team started to head to the front door to depart for the night. "And you too, Yanagi."
They both nodded, stepping away from the hustle and bustle of their teammates putting on their shoes and picking up their belongings. Kirihara was balanced precariously on one leg as he was tying one of them, providing Niou the opportunity to accidentally bump into him, which caused him to topple over onto a hunched over Marui. Jackal sighed audibly as he pulled his bouquet of flowers out of harm's away and Yagyuu pushed up his glasses before shooting Niou a scornful gaze. Niou returned the gesture with a sly brush of his lips on Yagyuu's before he was forcefully shoved away in annoyance. They all bid their farewells to the Three Demons and thanked Yukimura again for their special, heartfelt gifts.
"So what is it that you wanted to talk to us about, Seiichi?" Yanagi inquired politely as he studied his flowers resting on a nearby table diligently.
"My little surprise in the garden," Yukimura answered as he straightened his own flowers in their vase. "I loved it."
"Just like how we all loved ours," Sanada said he looked at his own flowers nestled in his arms. "You're so thoughtful."
"My only regret was that I wasn't awake to hear your conversations in the garden as you worked. I have a faint inkling that they consisted of witty bickering and high-strung biting remarks because of your fear of me catching you in the middle of the night."
"Extremely accurate accusation you had there," Yanagi said in admiration. "We were afraid our lives were in jeopardy in the entire time."
"You all did an impeccable job. You didn't ruin any plants by accidentally stepping on them in the dark and you did put everything back in the shed where it belonged. Mission well-accomplished."
"Thank you for the compliment," Yanagi thanked and Yukimura beamed back before giving him a hug. "I knew the team was going to appreciate the framed picture of the garden and their bouquet of flowers. How could they not? So we needed to do the same for you."
"Yanagi, what would I do without you in my life?" Yukimura asked as they held each other firmly and then let go.
"Who knows? At least I know that you would be missing my dry humor and your team training strategies would be rather lackluster," Yanagi deduced seriously as he picked up his gift carefully. Yukimura laughed as Yanagi departed with a cheery wave of his hand and a tactful wink towards Sanada.
"Do you still need to talk to me?" Sanada asked, shifting the flowers in his arms to get ready for a one-armed hug if Yukimura wanted to give him one.
"Hold that thought," Yukimura answered, walking over to the coat closet and pulling out a small bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."
"… I already have a bouquet…" Sanada stated, extremely confused as Yukimura approached him and held them out with a sweet smile on his face and twinkling sapphire eyes looking at him deeply.
"I know, but this is your extra bonus," Yukimura explained as Sanada's free hand wrapped around the stems to accept it. "Because you deserve it."
"They are… They… smell nice," Sanada said awkwardly, searching for something sensical to say. He could feel the heat rising in his face and he hoped that it wasn't showing too badly.
"Do you know what these stand for?" Yukimura asked, taking a step closer and peering into his handsome dark brown eyes with his beautiful blue eyes and Sanada shook his head. "Lilacs and forget-me-nots. A message to my first love to remember me forever."
Sanada's heart fluttered when Yukimura put his hands on either side of his face to pull him close, pressing his lips to the side of his cheek, softly and gracefully like transient flowers petals dancing in the wind.
Sanada, who had been cloud-watching lost in thought, snapped immediately back to attention.
"Flowers?"
"You know, what you see right in front of you…" Yukimura teased and Sanada sighed softly out of slight embarrassment.
"Hmm… It's not a bad idea, but why?"
"Did you know that flowers have different kinds of meanings?" Yukimura inquired interestedly, picking up his drink and sipping it slowly.
"Actually I didn't. I just thought they were nice to look at."
"I should have known that aesthetics are not one of your particular strong points," Yukimura added endearingly, reaching over patting him on the head and seeing his face flush in a flustered kind of way. "You don't see symbolism in things - you just see them face-value. Concrete might be a way of saying it."
"It's just the way that I am," Sanada added, pulling his cap lower over his eyes as Yukimura chuckled.
"I love that about you, you know. I enjoy opening up your mind to other things."
"And taking me out of my comfort zone…"
"In more ways than one."
They sat in silence as they finished their drinks - ice lightly clinking against the side of the glass as the liquid dwindled away. The clouds were scarce and a bit wispy so they sun was able to beat down on them with its hot, bright rays.
"Ready to work, Sanada?"
"What are you going to have me do?" Sanada inquired politely as Yukimura stood up and started heading towards the shed.
"This," he said, thrusting a large shovel towards Sanada as he grabbed a smaller one for himself.
"What am I digging?" he questioned as Yukimura led the way to a patch of bare land.
"You're going to dig here and then add some fresh soil from the bags over there. I'm going to work on getting the flowers I want for our team members out of their spot int the garden and plant them here."
"… Why can't you leave them where they are?"
"I feel like creating something right now. And when they bloom to their fullest potential, I want to take a picture and frame it," Yukimura explained as he worked on tying an solid green apron on to keep his clothes from being soiled. "I cherish my team."
"And apparently symbolic value."
"Sanada," he scolded jokingly. "Have you been spending too much time with Yanagi lately? His influence is apparent in some of your speech."
"Just trying to be funny," Sanada muttered, slightly embarrassed. "And I don't want to wear an apron. It's getting to be quite hot out."
"Heat doesn't bother you. You just think you look silly in it," Yukimura pointed out as he started to head towards the first flower patch. "But you should take off your shirt at least."
"I'm not going to be that hot, Yukimura."
"I know. I just really like the shirt you are wearing and I would rather keep it from getting dirty," Yukimura added and Sanada face twisted into a strange incredulous expression - torn between protestation and fear for his well-being.
"Take it off Sanada or I'm forcing you to wear this butterfly-printed apron to tennis practice tomorrow."
"You wouldn't."
"Just this lovely, butterfly-printed apron without absolutely nothing else on."
He sighed and started pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted muscles to the sunlight. His slightly tan skin was already glistening with sweat, which meant that there would be no avoiding the dirt that was going to cling to his body. Sanada was almost certain that Yukimura secretly wanted to see his toned chest splattered with wet soil more than he wanted to protect one of his favorite shirts.
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Hours later, after the scorching sun had set, the two best friends declared their work to be finished and started cleaning up slowly. Sanada removed his hat and stretched his aching muscles as he welcomed the cool breeze that was just starting to whisper through the trees. Regardless of how he was feeling from all of the hard manual labor he had to do, he felt a great sense of accomplishment from the masterpiece that had been created from their combined efforts.
"Thank you for your help today, Sanada," Yukimura said warmly as he switched on the garden lights from inside the shed. "It made things go much faster."
"Not a problem. I didn't have anything else to do today."
Yukimura hummed a content tune as he pulled out a hose and turned it on, dragging it over to the flowers.
"Don't you normally water with a watering can?"
"Yes, but it's late and this will get the job done quicker. I just need to give them a light shower."
"Okay, I'll just finish up cleaning up the tools," Sanada said, entering the shed and making sure that everything wasn't laying around haphazardly. As tired as they were, Yukimura would never forgive a sloppy mess.
A minute later, he came out and did a scan of the garden for anything they missed and saw his shirt resting on a small bench a few feet away from him. Before he was able to take a step towards it, a cold jet of liquid squared him in the back and he jumped out of alarm.
"Yukimura!" he yelled, annoyed as he turned around and was still being sprayed with the hose. All of the dirt and mud that had accumulated from earlier was being washed away, leaving behind cleaner skin that seemed to glisten from the ambient lights. "Stop it!"
"Stop what? The jet setting?" he inquired sweetly as he adjusted it to a a strong shower setting and aimed upwards towards his head, causing water to stream through his hair.
"This altogether!"
Instantly the water stopped, leaving a fuming Sanada soaking wet as he approached his innocent-looking captain.
"Like I said, I didn't want that shirt to get soiled, so I thought you needed a rinse before you put it on. Even though I did like your rugged look as you toiled away, I also how your moist body seems to sparkle in the light being cast upon your tan skin."
"Yukimura… A fair warning would have helped," Sanada said gruffly as he worked on smoothing out his hair. "And besides, my pants are wet now and I feel uncomfortable in them."
Yukimura grinned as he rolled up the hose before going into the shed and coming back out with a folded apron in his arms.
"There's always this you can wear home," he suggested brightly, extending his arms out in an offering.
"I'd rather be caught naked on the tennis court than wear that home."
"I wouldn't speak to impulsively, Sanada," Yukimura said with a harmless chuckle and Sanada smacked his forehead in stupidity.
"So… when do these flowers bloom to their fullest?"
"In a week and a half. Just in time for the team get-together."
"That quickly?" Sanada remarked as he shrugged on his shirt and straightened it. "Anyway, I'm sure everyone is going to like them."
"I do hope so."
"…"
"What is it, Sanada?"
"Which ones… are mine?"
Yukimura laughed softly as he pulled him away from the garden and towards the gate to the front yard.
"No no, Sanada," Yukimura reprimanded endearingly. "It's a secret. You have to wait to find out just like everyone else."
"Fine, I knew you were going to say that," Sanada admitted as he started to walk away, pulling on his cap over his damp hair. "I do have one last question."
"One more and then I must get some rest."
"Are there flowers for you in that patch?"
"No, I don't see the need to pick some for myself because I'm not going to be giving myself flowers at the end of the season."
"You're right. I didn't think before I asked."
"It's fine. Good night Sanada," he said, waving him off with a affectionate smile.
"Good night, Yukimura," Sanada repeated as he left with a array of thoughts on his mind. He wanted to know which one were his, but he had just made a silent promise to Yukimura to wait his turn. However, the more pressing thought on his mind was the fact that Yukimura was too humble - it wasn't the fact that Yukimura didn't want to give himself flowers, but rather that he didn't know what he would pick that would resemble his character. As he made the trek home, he started generating a plan to resolve the issue.
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"This is ridiculous, Genichirou!"
"Shhh! It will be fine."
"What will Seiichi do to us if he catches us in his backyard after dark? Or even worse, if we ruin something in his garden?"
"The quicker you shut away that logical side of your brain telling you that this isn't a good idea, the quicker we get this done and out of here."
Silence.
"Okay, but I'm blaming you completely if he does get angry," Yanagi concluded in a hushed whisper and Sanada nodded in acceptance. He hoped he didn't sign up for a death wish for possibly bringing the balance of the garden out of order.
"It should be fine. You said he doesn't wake up at all during the night and we know he's a heavy sleeper."
"It was an educated guess based on his behavioral patterns," Yanagi stated as they approached the shed. "There's a slim chance that I am wrong."
"Tonight isn't going to be that night," Sanada reassured him as he took a look at the combination lock on the door. "…Shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"I've never seen this lock on the door before."
"It's because he always gets the tools and supplies."
"Oh right."
Yanagi rolled his eyes (or at least, Sanada thought he did). He never knew with the mysterious, unrevealing data master.
"The combination is 0520," he stated as Sanada moved the numbers into place and pulled. The lock clicked open and he froze.
"…Wait… How did you know?" Sanada asked, brain still reeling in shock.
"It's your birthday," Yanagi explained with a shrug. "You're his best friend that he is closer to than anybody. It was the only number that it could have been."
"…"
"You're so embarrassed right now, aren't you?"
"Shut up!"
Yanagi smirked and pushed past him to grab a few shovels and a flashlight. Sanada glared at him back as he did the same before heading out into the garden. Before Yanagi left the shed, he hit the switch to turn off all of the softly glowing garden lights, casting them into complete darkness. Two flashlights were switched on simultaneously and started scanning the area.
"There is one of them in this first patch."
"Ah, I see. Good choice. He'll like that one."
"And let's see…"
Another pause as Sanada pulled a small book out of his pocket and started thumbing through it. Since he wasn't well-versed with the meaning of flowers, let alone know what some of them even looked like, he had stopped by the bookstore and purchased one to make things easier. He had spent the better part of the evening figuring out exactly what he wanted, which meant that his homework remained unfinished for the first time in his life.
"Well, Genichirou," Yanagi said approvingly. "I see you've done your research. That makes things easier. Hopefully your parents and/or Seiichi don't scold you for leaving other things unfinished."
Sanada chose to ignore him as he located the next flower. He could hear the sound of a small shovel picking into the earth with a consistent rhythm as he brushed back a few leaves to admire the purple petals of the second flower.
"Where would you like to re-plant these?" Yanagi asked softly towards the source of the second flashlight.
"There's an empty spot -"
"'Over by the small water fountain'," Yanagi finished smartly. "Is what you were going to say. You're so predictable."
"Don't ask if you already knew!"
He could hear Yanagi chuckling and he scowled to himself.
"Relax. I'm just trying to make things more light-hearted."
"At my expense."
"Of course," he felt Yanagi whisper into his ear and he jumped slightly since he did not hear him approach. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Now where's the next flower, Mr. Romantic?"
"I'm not being romantic!" he retorted back, aggravated with a voice as sharp as daggers. "I'm just showing my admiration and my thanks for him, that's all."
"I know. Once again, another light-hearted joke misinterpreted by the guy with the shortest temper of the entire team."
Sanada stood up and walked over to the patch near the water fountain before squatting down with his flowers in hand and judging where to place them. It was wise for him to remove himself out of Yanagi's vicinity in case he couldn't fully suppress his urge to punch him.
"The flower you want is two rows down to your left. It has vibrant pink petals and should be next to some daffodils."
"I have an idea," Yanagi asked from where he was getting the third kind of flower after locating them quickly. "How about you give me the book and I'll find all of the flowers and work on getting quite a few of each? I think you've written down your guesses at where they are located so that makes it easier. That way you can stay by the water fountain and arrange these the way that you want."
"That is a good idea. It does make things quicker."
"Okay, then let's keep this rotation for a few more minutes until you have enough to work with."
"Hey Yanagi…"
"What is it, Genichirou?"
"Thank you for all of your help. I really do appreciate it."
"You're welcome, but I should be thanking you. I think this will be a very special gift for our best friend."
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'For Marui, a bouquet of white gardenias, purple crocuses, and pink ranunculuses with a scattering of light purple asters and white baby's breaths. Perfect for the genius who is a radiant collection of joy and cheerfulness - someone who is always content with life and festive with his actions,' Yukimura thought, half-asleep in his bed with a blanket covering his lithe frame. He was too content in his world of pleasant dreams to want to rise and start the day.
'For Jackal, an arrangement of purple lisianthuses, dark pink camellias, and daisies backed with a hearty amount of bluebells and lily of the valley. Calm and gracious, Jackal is nothing short of humility or sweetness. He is also the most innocent one out of the group - never getting into trouble or causing any,' Yukimura continued thinking as he forced himself to open his eyes and slowly blink in the sunlight streaming through the outside door.
'For Niou, it would be appropriate to create a fairly monochromatic collection of deep indigo delphiniums and rich purple larkspurs coupled with lavender and violets. His beautiful spirit is full of boldness and he is a very observant and watchful individual. He pervades a sense of distrust of others and others definitely distrusted him to not pull a prank,' came Yukimura's next thought in an amused way. He sat up and climbed out of bed, stretching his arms slowly as he yawned.
'For Yagyuu, a neat presentation of pastel blue hydrangeas, dark pink magnolias, and light purplish-blue hyacinths with white hibiscuses and calla lilies encircling them. Limitless perseverance, a noble and dignified personality, and true sincerity was who Yagyuu was. All of his actions for the benefit of others seem to have this delicate regal touch that showed the beauty of his soul,' Yukimura considered as he started to change out of his sleeping clothes and into some casual clothes to wear outdoors.
'For Kirihara, a cluster of red amaryllises and orange freesias on one side and pink sweet peas and yellow and orange alstroemerias on the other side surrounding stargazer lilies in the middle. He has two distinct personalities - he can be spirited and dramatic or he can be shy with quiet aspiration, but he was always ambitious in what he did,' mused Yukimura as started shifting through his desk drawer for his camera. He had been looking forward to this day all week.
'For Yanagi, warm dark pink azaleas and orange-pink begonias would be the main flowers, but his bouquet would also have violet pansies, pink tulips, and white tuberoses. He has an abundance of deep thoughts and he finds success in whatever he does. He has loving thoughts for others that he hardly voices aloud and he takes pleasure in caring for his team through indiscreet means,' thought Yukimura gratefully as he opened the door to the garden and strode out towards the patch where all of these flowers currently were.
'And lastly, for Sanada, daffodils would serve as the centerpiece, representing his chivalrous nature. Encompassing the center would be fiery orange-yellow gladioluses and bright orange and red nasturtiums symbolizing the power of the gladiators flowing through his veins, the need for conquest and victory in battle, and his pride in the strength of his character and the strength of his teammates,' Yukimura mentally concluded as he reached his destination and looked at the area fondly, noting how healthy and fresh the flowers looked with the morning dew sparkling in the sunlight.
"Oh my, what's this?" Yukimura said to himself when he noticed there were some flowers that weren't there before residing between the patch and the water fountain. He tenderly stroked the petals of the white jasmine that were full of grace and elegance before moving onto the delicate beauty of the pink orchids. The purple irises, representing inspiration, and the sunflowers, representing adoration, were interspersed among peach colored roses in an arc behind them.
He smiled brightly as he straightened up and took a few paces back, turning on his camera and checking the focus through the viewfinder. His heart felt much lighter than usual - like it was floating on air as snapped a few pictures. Yukimura knew from the tone of Sanada's voice from his last visit that he was a bit upset at how Yukimura didn't have flowers in the team collection. Little did Sanada know that Yukimura purposely left some bare land in the patch, accurately predicting that Sanada was going to go fill it in with Yanagi's help. He was a bit curious to see Sanada's views on him as and he felt that this was the most efficient way to get an honest answer without putting Sanada on the spot.
'What a beautiful morning,' Yukimura thought blissfully as he headed back inside to get ready to go to the store to develop the pictures. 'There is a lot to get ready before the team gathering tonight…'
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The get-together at Yukimura's place had happened without any major problems or incidents. They had an amazing dinner prepared by Jackal, Yagyuu, and Sanada and finished with a bountiful amount of desserts baked and decorated by Marui and Kirihara. As they were eating, they enjoyed carefree conversation about the tennis season, school, past memories, personality quirks, and anything in-between. At one point, Kirihara accidentally got some of the cake's frosting on his nose somehow, and Yanagi ended up licking it off instead of using a napkin, causing him to turn a deadly shade of red as everyone else laughed.
After they had teamed up to wash and dry the dishes, they went into the living room area to decide on playing some of the games that Yanagi had brought over. They all had a great time in heated competition, provoking each other to gain the upper hand and laughing at every embarrassing situation that occurred. The team gatherings were one of the few times that torturing Sanada and Yanagi didn't result in some kind of punishment and the team exploited this fact, but they got their fair share of torment back later back from the Three Demons.
A glance at the clock from Yanagi told the team that it was getting late and that it was time to go. Niou groaned from his spot on the couch where his head was resting on Yagyuu's lap - an obvious sign that he felt too comfortable to get up. Kirihara mocked him from his spot in Yanagi's arms in front of the TV, but was immediately quieted when Yanagi pressed one finger to his lips and chided him playfully. Marui and Jackal promptly turned off the video game console and started to put the controllers away neatly as they made fun of Kirihara being put in his place.
"A word, Sanada," Yukimura called out as the team started to head to the front door to depart for the night. "And you too, Yanagi."
They both nodded, stepping away from the hustle and bustle of their teammates putting on their shoes and picking up their belongings. Kirihara was balanced precariously on one leg as he was tying one of them, providing Niou the opportunity to accidentally bump into him, which caused him to topple over onto a hunched over Marui. Jackal sighed audibly as he pulled his bouquet of flowers out of harm's away and Yagyuu pushed up his glasses before shooting Niou a scornful gaze. Niou returned the gesture with a sly brush of his lips on Yagyuu's before he was forcefully shoved away in annoyance. They all bid their farewells to the Three Demons and thanked Yukimura again for their special, heartfelt gifts.
"So what is it that you wanted to talk to us about, Seiichi?" Yanagi inquired politely as he studied his flowers resting on a nearby table diligently.
"My little surprise in the garden," Yukimura answered as he straightened his own flowers in their vase. "I loved it."
"Just like how we all loved ours," Sanada said he looked at his own flowers nestled in his arms. "You're so thoughtful."
"My only regret was that I wasn't awake to hear your conversations in the garden as you worked. I have a faint inkling that they consisted of witty bickering and high-strung biting remarks because of your fear of me catching you in the middle of the night."
"Extremely accurate accusation you had there," Yanagi said in admiration. "We were afraid our lives were in jeopardy in the entire time."
"You all did an impeccable job. You didn't ruin any plants by accidentally stepping on them in the dark and you did put everything back in the shed where it belonged. Mission well-accomplished."
"Thank you for the compliment," Yanagi thanked and Yukimura beamed back before giving him a hug. "I knew the team was going to appreciate the framed picture of the garden and their bouquet of flowers. How could they not? So we needed to do the same for you."
"Yanagi, what would I do without you in my life?" Yukimura asked as they held each other firmly and then let go.
"Who knows? At least I know that you would be missing my dry humor and your team training strategies would be rather lackluster," Yanagi deduced seriously as he picked up his gift carefully. Yukimura laughed as Yanagi departed with a cheery wave of his hand and a tactful wink towards Sanada.
"Do you still need to talk to me?" Sanada asked, shifting the flowers in his arms to get ready for a one-armed hug if Yukimura wanted to give him one.
"Hold that thought," Yukimura answered, walking over to the coat closet and pulling out a small bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."
"… I already have a bouquet…" Sanada stated, extremely confused as Yukimura approached him and held them out with a sweet smile on his face and twinkling sapphire eyes looking at him deeply.
"I know, but this is your extra bonus," Yukimura explained as Sanada's free hand wrapped around the stems to accept it. "Because you deserve it."
"They are… They… smell nice," Sanada said awkwardly, searching for something sensical to say. He could feel the heat rising in his face and he hoped that it wasn't showing too badly.
"Do you know what these stand for?" Yukimura asked, taking a step closer and peering into his handsome dark brown eyes with his beautiful blue eyes and Sanada shook his head. "Lilacs and forget-me-nots. A message to my first love to remember me forever."
Sanada's heart fluttered when Yukimura put his hands on either side of his face to pull him close, pressing his lips to the side of his cheek, softly and gracefully like transient flowers petals dancing in the wind.
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