Fic! PoT - Mizuki's Christmas Party
Author: akiko88
Title: Mizuki’s Christmas Party
Pairing(s): Mizuki/Fuji, Mizuki/Yuuta, Mizuki/Kabaji, Fuji/Yuuta, Tezuka/Fuji,
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~1420
Summary: Mizuki is planning a Christmas party for two very special guest. It didn’t turn out quite like he wanted it to.
Warnings: Crack!fic, OOC-ness, un-beta’d, FlamboyantGay!Mizuki, Pervert!Mizuki, Christmas!Mizuki, and many more.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis.
A/N: Dear tacuma811 , I hope you like this fic. This is your holiday present from me, because you are such a good friend. You might recognize a few things in this fic! Hopefully they will make you laugh.
Mizuki’s Christmas Party
Mizuki was prancing around the living room. The curlers in his hair were bouncing with every step that he took. He had just straightened one of the red star shaped Christmas ornaments that he had decorated the three with, when he noticed that one of the garland that was hanging above the huge mirror on one side of the room, was slightly crooked. He hastily corrected it. Then he stepped back, surveying the room between a rectangular shape he made with his hands.
He nodded in satisfaction. The decorations were perfect, and everything was perfectly positioned. Everything had to be for his guests.
Mizuki took a quick peek in the kitchen and the fridge. Drinks, and the food seemed all in order. Once his guests had arrived he would start by offering them a beverage, preferably something with alcohol. Then he would entertain them. He smirked, and he knew how to do just that.
But first he needed to dress the part. He looked down, a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, weren’t quite going to do it. No matter how sexy he looked. He needed something spicy, elegant, with a dash of sexiness.
He walked up the stairs to his bedroom, cackling all the way there. He pulled the heavy doors of his wardrobe open with a rather dramatic sweep. Pieces of clothing were bulging out, most in either the colours purple or red or an combination of the two.
He pulled out a pair of black pants he had just bought, and one of his favourite tops, a red one with sequence that shimmered in the light. He held the pieces in front of him, and looked thoughtfully at his reflection in the mirror. Nah, he decides, this just wasn’t the one to seduce his guests with. The outfit was rather something he would wear to one of the St. Rudolph club meetings. He needed something really special. And so Mizuki started digging through his closet.
He wasn’t happy with a lot of his outfits, none seemed good enough. They were either too old(he had to show his guests he was the epitome of fashion), to baggy (how can he seduce his guests when his features were covered!), or just to ordinary in general. He thought he had the perfect outfit for a second (a red hot thong with a purple boa across his shoulders) when he decided that would be too much. He wanted to seduce them, not seem like a slut on a first date.
Mizuki stood panting in front of his wardrobe, a few of his hair curlers had started to loosen and were hanging askew from his head. Then he saw it as heaven’s light shown upon it, and he could practically hear angels sing. Out of his closet he pulled a pair of tight fitting black jeans, and a purple shirt decorated with red roses.
He quickly changed into the clothes, and pulled the curlers out of his hair. He raced towards the bathroom, only stopping to have a quick look at the clock, which told him that he had to hurry, and that his guests would be here soon. He arranged his hair in a perfect tousled look. He looked at himself in the mirror and cooed at his reflection, “Who’s the handsome boy? You are! Yes, you are!”
Then he walked towards his bedroom, and replaced the warm and fuzzy bunny slippers with black leather Italian loafers. He was just done tying his shoelaces when the door bell rang. He raced down the stairs, and then pretended that he hadn’t as he opened the door.
“Hello, Syuusuke and Yuuta,” he said huskily, as he leaned against the door in a calm and confident manner.
Yuuta smiled charmingly at him. “Thank you for inviting us Hajime. We are most grateful.”
“Yes, most grateful,” Fuji purred from behind his brother. “Is that a new shirt? It looks good on you...,”Fuji said as he moved towards Mizuki, and slit his fingers up and down his chest.
Mizuki took a shuddering breath and prayed to whoever could hear him, that he wasn’t going to cum in his pants right now. No matter how much the Fuji brothers were touching him, at the moment.
“Why don’t you two come in?” he asked as he had recovered. Then Fuji hugged him lightly, and whispered in his ear, “We would love to.”
When Fuji let go and moved inside. And before Mizuki knew it, he was being hugged by Yuuta, who pressed his deliciously warm body close to his own. Mizuki could smell the scent of his shampoo, and could feel the warm breath against his ear, as he whispered, “Thank you, manger.”
He watched as Yuuta walked inside his home, his delectable ass swaying like a pendulum. It was then that Mizuki decided that no matter what he was going to bite that ass tonight, and have Yuuta begging for more.
He followed the Yuuta brothers in, and found them sitting very close together on the sofa.
“Do you want something to drink?” Mizuki asked looking at the both of them. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around him on that sofa, and they looked quite eager to have him there as well.
“I would like something....milky,” Yuuta said with a look that said ‘I-want-sex-now’.
“I really don’t want anything to drink at the moment, maybe later,” Fuji said as he reached over, and started stroking Yuuta’s chest. Fuji tweaked one of Yuuta’s nipples, causing him to moan.
“Hurry up, Mizuki, you want to open your Christmas present, don’t you? I wrapped it with care especially for you,” Fuji said huskily as he wetted his lips He rubbed his legs against Yuuta’s crotch, which - even Mizuki could see from this far away - was started to rise. Both Fuji brothers moaned at the touch.
Mizuki quickly raced towards the kitchen, silently mumbling, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”.
He had to hurry, because he didn’t want to miss a thing of the show they were about to give him. He was getting lucky tonight! He could feel it!
Humming softly to himself, he poured a glass of milk, and walked towards the living room with an spring in his step. He pushed to door open towards the living room, and abruptly stopped. There was Fuji leaning against the dresser, leaning towards the Christmas bouquet, and cupping his cock through his jeans. When Fuji noticed Mizuki looking, he winked at him. Mizuki ran his tongue over his lips, and winked back at him.
Oh, he was so getting lucky. First he had to give Yuuta his glass of milk, and then he was going to get hot and heavy with the eldest of the brothers. It was, Mizuki concluded, more that fair, that the eldest would get the first piece of him.
Mizuki turned around, and handed Yuuta, who had been inspecting the Christmas tree, his glass of milk. Yuuta smiled flirtingly at him in gratitude. He smiled in return, and turned around again, thinking ‘Itadakimasu!’. Only to stop short, because his tasty treat was currently being eaten by someone else.
It just wasn’t fair, Mizuki thought as he watched as Tezuka got down on his knees in front of Fuji, and was carefully removing his jeans with teasing fingers. He could have been doing that! And he had been planning on doing that, he thought as Tezuka grabbed Fuji’s cock, planted soft kisses against it, and then sucked the tip into his mouth. It just wasn’t fair! He just couldn’t win against Tezuka!
And as much as he would like to be indifferent to the whole scene, Fuji’s moans did have an effect on him, however. His cock started to harden, and he could feel the pre-cum wetting his underwear. He was desperate; he needed to relieve the pressure right now. And so he calculated that he would have Yuuta service him. The sight of Yuuta sucking his cock had to make Fuji jealous, so jealous that he would come running back to him. No way Tezuka could compete with that.
“Come give me a kiss, darling!” he said as he turned around.
“Osu,” was the reply he got. Mizuki watched in horror as Kabaji, wearing nothing but a red thong and a purple boa (the very outfit he had complemented on wearing), pursed his lips ready for a kiss, and walked towards him.
Mizuki screamed. And then woke. He breathed heavily, sweat was dripping from his forehead. What a nightmare! It was then that Mizuki decided that he was never going to a Christmas party again.