[MERRY CHRISTMAS! post #9]
Today's 12 Days ficlet is for juudenkanryou, who has been flailing at me about Saeki/Fuji for so long that I'm almost, almost starting to see the appeal. *coughs* Also indirectly dedicated to all the other people who've helped corrupt me urged me along as well. Hope you enjoy!
'Look, Fuji!'
Saeki looked over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with excitement. 'It's snowing!'
'Really?' Fuji's eyes opened wide and he jumped up, running to the window and pressing his face against the glass. Sure enough, the ground was already blanketed in white, and thick flakes of it continued to fall, painting the whole world with a fuzzy-crystalline glow.
They stared for another long moment, nose smushed against the glass until they left patternless prints in the frost, like they had done countless times as children, and then pulled back slowly, turning to face each other.
And made a mad stampede for the door.
Scarves, coats, gloves -- all were forgotten in the sheer excitement of the new arrival, and if Fuji was cold, he certainly didn't feel it.
What he did feel though was the snowball that pelted him in the back of the skull, and the spray of icy wet that followed. He yelped, spinning around, only to get another snowball straight to the face, temporarily blinding him and filling his mouth with snow. He spluttered, Saeki's peals of laughter ringing in his ears, and seized a handful of snow of his own, flinging it half-blindly toward the sound.
'Missed me!' Saeki taunted, and Fuji flinched as another snowball hit him in the chest, sending a spray of snow up into his face. He was going to get creamed at this rate - Saeki wasn't giving him any time to regroup and regain his sight, and turning his back to Saeki for long enough to clear his vision would only prove disastrous. So he did the only thing that he could think of.
Saeki's laugh turned into a shout as Fuji tackled him to the ground, their bodies hitting the earth hard and sending up a shower of sticky-wet slush. Fuji's knees dug into the ground, soaking his trousers, but he didn't care - he was far too invested in making Saeki pay ,pinning his struggling body down with his hips as he grabbed for handfuls of snow, pushing aside Saeki's hands so he could shove it down the front of his shirt. Saeki gave a very satisfying shriek, thrashing harder and trying to dislodge Fuji, but Fuji was relentless, shoving him back against the ground and grabbing for his wrists to pin his arms down as well.
Suddenly, Saeki stopped moving, body going limp beneath Fuji's, only his chest heaving as he panted for breath. Fuji didn't let up his grip - he knew better than to trust Saeki - but lifted his head, looking down into Saeki's face with mingled curiosity and suspicion.
Saeki stared up at him, eyes wide, breath coming in laboured pants from between chill-red lips. His cheeks were flushed dark, the splotches of red mottling his throat and chest as well, and his hair was wild around his face, almost blending in with the snow.
Fuji swallowed hard, his own smile falling swiftly from his face.
'Fuji,' Saeki breathed, blue eyes burning into Fuji's, and Fuji was captivated, completely unable to tear his gaze away. The air crackled with electric tension, his own breath speeding to match Saeki's, and for a long, silent moment, they just stared at each other, Fuji's fingers locked around Saeki's wrists and his thighs around Saeki's hips, chest brushing Saeki's with every inhale.
Fuji didn't know who moved first, but suddenly Saeki's mouth was open under his and Saeki was gasping against his lips and his hands were somehow in Saeki's hair and Saeki's were clutching at his shoulderblades and they were kissing, really kissing, Saeki's tongue in Fuji's mouth and Saeki's teeth pressing hard against Fuji's lip, and it wasn't cold anymore because it was so damn hot, and Fuji shivered with it, head spinning and thoughts shattered and the only certainty that existed in the world was that he never wanted to stop kissing Saeki ever.
Saeki seemed to feel the same way - he clutched at Fuji harder, body arching up beneath Fuji's and tongue pushing hard and frantic into Fuji's mouth, and when Fuji pressed down with his hips and closed his mouth just enough to suck on Saeki's tongue, the sound Saeki made was the rawest, most honest thing Fuji had ever heard.
His hands tightened in Saeki's hair, tugging at the rough silk with desperate abandon, and Saeki groaned again, scratching his nails down Fuji's back, then dragging them back up again, fingers dipping beneath the thick wool of Fuji's sweater. The touch of chilled fingertips to bare skin made Fuji hiss, and he curved his spine beneath Saeki's hands, muscles trembling with excited overexertion and fingers twitching where they were knotted tight against Saeki's scalp.
Saeki gasped, back snapping into a hard C as he arched up, and Fuji twisted with it, tumbling over onto his back against the soft snow, Saeki coming up atop him with his hips between Fuji's thighs. The sudden movement broke their kiss and Saeki lifted his head, eyes enormous in his blotchy-red face, lips swollen and wet and parted on laboured gasps as he stared down at Fuji.
Fuji shuddered, licking his lips.
'Saeki,' he rasped, then shivered again because he didn't recognise his own voice, low and rough and wanton. It scared him how much he wanted - needed - Saeki to kiss him again, hips shifting restlessly beneath Saeki's and prick painfully hard against the front of his trousers, but it was something of a relief that Saeki didn't look much better off - his pupils were so dilated they'd swallowed his eyes, turning them pitch-black with arousal, and the heat burning in them scorched Fuji straight through, leaving him a panting, quivering, desperate mess.
'Fuji,' Saeki rasped, 'I...think we'd better go inside, or else I may not...be able to stop myself.'
Fuji sucked in a breath. 'I don't care,' he whispered, fingers flexing against Saeki's scalp.
Saeki's eyes, if possible, darkened still further. 'But we--'
'I don't care,' Fuji growled impatiently, rocking up against Saeki so Saeki would know just how much he didn't care.
Saeki hissed, and Fuji bared his teeth in a feral grin.
'See?'
Saeki blinked once, heavy as molasses, and then let out a slow, shuddering breath. 'All right,' he murmured raggedly. 'If you say so.'
And that's when Fuji felt the handful of snow go straight down the back of his trousers.
'Saeki!!' he roared, jerking with displeasure, as Saeki rolled off him, laughing, and jumped up, running for the safety of the house. Fuji was hot on his heels, the frozen ass and the stiff-as-ice erection proving equally painful, but neither of them nearly as intensely pressing as the need to murder Saeki violently and messily. In fact, he was fairly certain he would have been quite happy to tear Saeki limb from limb without a second thought.
Except that he knew he hadn't imagined the answering hardness against the crease of his thigh.
And really, there were far, far better forms of revenge than simple petty violence.
+
'Hey, Saeki.'
Saeki looked up from his multivariable calculus book, blinking curiously at his roommate. 'Hm?'
Fuji flashed him a cheery smile. 'Do you remember our first kiss?'
'Eh?' Saeki blinked, brow furrowing. 'I...yes, of course I do. Why do you ask?'
Fuji nodded at the window. 'It's snowing.'
Saeki blinked again, then pushed his chair back from the table and stood, padding over to the window and peering out. 'Huh,' he said. 'So it is.'
Fuji smiled winder, gaze fixed on some indeterminate point at the far edge of the courtyard. 'Every time it snows, I can't help but remember it, you know. In vivid detail.'
Saeki grinned, rubbing the back of his neck in mixed pleasure and mild embarrassment. 'That good, was I?'
'Fuji shot him a Look out of the corner of his eye. 'Yes, until you shoved snow down my pants.'
Saeki snickered. 'Sorry about that,' he said, sounding anything but. 'But I couldn't resist. C'mon, we were young. Our entire relationship up to that point was based on that sort of thing.
'Maybe,' Fuji replied, looking back out the window again. 'But I couldn't walk straight for a good two hours after that. I wanted to kill you.'
'Mm, perhaps that's true,' Saeki said, mischief creeping into his voice, 'but you certainly found a...creative alternative. I couldn't walk straight for two days after you...exacted your revenge.'
'Well it was no thanks to you that I was able to,' Fuji sniffed. 'I was lucky I wasn't too frozen to function.'
Saeki smirked. 'Well I put the snow down the back of your pants for a reason, you know.'
'Mm.' Fuji fell silent again, obviously thinking, and Saeki turned his attention back out to the world beyond. The snow was falling faster now, thick and mesmerising, and it was hypnotic to watch, the patternless tumble of cottony flakes, the occasional spatter of wet against the window, the swirls of white as a gust of wind made the snow dance, and he didn't know how long he'd been staring when he felt arms slide round his waist, one hand slipping just beneath his waistband, and a mouth against his throat, warm and liquid-wet against his pulse point. He hadn't even noticed Fuji move, but he certainly wasn't complaining, leaning back into the embrace and letting his eyes slip half-shut with a murmur of appreciation.
Fuji chuckled gently against his skin. 'Well then,' he breathed, lipping at Saeki's ear and making him shiver with pleasure and want. 'While I can certainly appreciate your benevolence, I'm glad you've always been more resistant to the cold than I have.'
And promptly shoved a handful of snow down the front of Saeki's pants.
'Look, Fuji!'
Saeki looked over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with excitement. 'It's snowing!'
'Really?' Fuji's eyes opened wide and he jumped up, running to the window and pressing his face against the glass. Sure enough, the ground was already blanketed in white, and thick flakes of it continued to fall, painting the whole world with a fuzzy-crystalline glow.
They stared for another long moment, nose smushed against the glass until they left patternless prints in the frost, like they had done countless times as children, and then pulled back slowly, turning to face each other.
And made a mad stampede for the door.
Scarves, coats, gloves -- all were forgotten in the sheer excitement of the new arrival, and if Fuji was cold, he certainly didn't feel it.
What he did feel though was the snowball that pelted him in the back of the skull, and the spray of icy wet that followed. He yelped, spinning around, only to get another snowball straight to the face, temporarily blinding him and filling his mouth with snow. He spluttered, Saeki's peals of laughter ringing in his ears, and seized a handful of snow of his own, flinging it half-blindly toward the sound.
'Missed me!' Saeki taunted, and Fuji flinched as another snowball hit him in the chest, sending a spray of snow up into his face. He was going to get creamed at this rate - Saeki wasn't giving him any time to regroup and regain his sight, and turning his back to Saeki for long enough to clear his vision would only prove disastrous. So he did the only thing that he could think of.
Saeki's laugh turned into a shout as Fuji tackled him to the ground, their bodies hitting the earth hard and sending up a shower of sticky-wet slush. Fuji's knees dug into the ground, soaking his trousers, but he didn't care - he was far too invested in making Saeki pay ,pinning his struggling body down with his hips as he grabbed for handfuls of snow, pushing aside Saeki's hands so he could shove it down the front of his shirt. Saeki gave a very satisfying shriek, thrashing harder and trying to dislodge Fuji, but Fuji was relentless, shoving him back against the ground and grabbing for his wrists to pin his arms down as well.
Suddenly, Saeki stopped moving, body going limp beneath Fuji's, only his chest heaving as he panted for breath. Fuji didn't let up his grip - he knew better than to trust Saeki - but lifted his head, looking down into Saeki's face with mingled curiosity and suspicion.
Saeki stared up at him, eyes wide, breath coming in laboured pants from between chill-red lips. His cheeks were flushed dark, the splotches of red mottling his throat and chest as well, and his hair was wild around his face, almost blending in with the snow.
Fuji swallowed hard, his own smile falling swiftly from his face.
'Fuji,' Saeki breathed, blue eyes burning into Fuji's, and Fuji was captivated, completely unable to tear his gaze away. The air crackled with electric tension, his own breath speeding to match Saeki's, and for a long, silent moment, they just stared at each other, Fuji's fingers locked around Saeki's wrists and his thighs around Saeki's hips, chest brushing Saeki's with every inhale.
Fuji didn't know who moved first, but suddenly Saeki's mouth was open under his and Saeki was gasping against his lips and his hands were somehow in Saeki's hair and Saeki's were clutching at his shoulderblades and they were kissing, really kissing, Saeki's tongue in Fuji's mouth and Saeki's teeth pressing hard against Fuji's lip, and it wasn't cold anymore because it was so damn hot, and Fuji shivered with it, head spinning and thoughts shattered and the only certainty that existed in the world was that he never wanted to stop kissing Saeki ever.
Saeki seemed to feel the same way - he clutched at Fuji harder, body arching up beneath Fuji's and tongue pushing hard and frantic into Fuji's mouth, and when Fuji pressed down with his hips and closed his mouth just enough to suck on Saeki's tongue, the sound Saeki made was the rawest, most honest thing Fuji had ever heard.
His hands tightened in Saeki's hair, tugging at the rough silk with desperate abandon, and Saeki groaned again, scratching his nails down Fuji's back, then dragging them back up again, fingers dipping beneath the thick wool of Fuji's sweater. The touch of chilled fingertips to bare skin made Fuji hiss, and he curved his spine beneath Saeki's hands, muscles trembling with excited overexertion and fingers twitching where they were knotted tight against Saeki's scalp.
Saeki gasped, back snapping into a hard C as he arched up, and Fuji twisted with it, tumbling over onto his back against the soft snow, Saeki coming up atop him with his hips between Fuji's thighs. The sudden movement broke their kiss and Saeki lifted his head, eyes enormous in his blotchy-red face, lips swollen and wet and parted on laboured gasps as he stared down at Fuji.
Fuji shuddered, licking his lips.
'Saeki,' he rasped, then shivered again because he didn't recognise his own voice, low and rough and wanton. It scared him how much he wanted - needed - Saeki to kiss him again, hips shifting restlessly beneath Saeki's and prick painfully hard against the front of his trousers, but it was something of a relief that Saeki didn't look much better off - his pupils were so dilated they'd swallowed his eyes, turning them pitch-black with arousal, and the heat burning in them scorched Fuji straight through, leaving him a panting, quivering, desperate mess.
'Fuji,' Saeki rasped, 'I...think we'd better go inside, or else I may not...be able to stop myself.'
Fuji sucked in a breath. 'I don't care,' he whispered, fingers flexing against Saeki's scalp.
Saeki's eyes, if possible, darkened still further. 'But we--'
'I don't care,' Fuji growled impatiently, rocking up against Saeki so Saeki would know just how much he didn't care.
Saeki hissed, and Fuji bared his teeth in a feral grin.
'See?'
Saeki blinked once, heavy as molasses, and then let out a slow, shuddering breath. 'All right,' he murmured raggedly. 'If you say so.'
And that's when Fuji felt the handful of snow go straight down the back of his trousers.
'Saeki!!' he roared, jerking with displeasure, as Saeki rolled off him, laughing, and jumped up, running for the safety of the house. Fuji was hot on his heels, the frozen ass and the stiff-as-ice erection proving equally painful, but neither of them nearly as intensely pressing as the need to murder Saeki violently and messily. In fact, he was fairly certain he would have been quite happy to tear Saeki limb from limb without a second thought.
Except that he knew he hadn't imagined the answering hardness against the crease of his thigh.
And really, there were far, far better forms of revenge than simple petty violence.
+
'Hey, Saeki.'
Saeki looked up from his multivariable calculus book, blinking curiously at his roommate. 'Hm?'
Fuji flashed him a cheery smile. 'Do you remember our first kiss?'
'Eh?' Saeki blinked, brow furrowing. 'I...yes, of course I do. Why do you ask?'
Fuji nodded at the window. 'It's snowing.'
Saeki blinked again, then pushed his chair back from the table and stood, padding over to the window and peering out. 'Huh,' he said. 'So it is.'
Fuji smiled winder, gaze fixed on some indeterminate point at the far edge of the courtyard. 'Every time it snows, I can't help but remember it, you know. In vivid detail.'
Saeki grinned, rubbing the back of his neck in mixed pleasure and mild embarrassment. 'That good, was I?'
'Fuji shot him a Look out of the corner of his eye. 'Yes, until you shoved snow down my pants.'
Saeki snickered. 'Sorry about that,' he said, sounding anything but. 'But I couldn't resist. C'mon, we were young. Our entire relationship up to that point was based on that sort of thing.
'Maybe,' Fuji replied, looking back out the window again. 'But I couldn't walk straight for a good two hours after that. I wanted to kill you.'
'Mm, perhaps that's true,' Saeki said, mischief creeping into his voice, 'but you certainly found a...creative alternative. I couldn't walk straight for two days after you...exacted your revenge.'
'Well it was no thanks to you that I was able to,' Fuji sniffed. 'I was lucky I wasn't too frozen to function.'
Saeki smirked. 'Well I put the snow down the back of your pants for a reason, you know.'
'Mm.' Fuji fell silent again, obviously thinking, and Saeki turned his attention back out to the world beyond. The snow was falling faster now, thick and mesmerising, and it was hypnotic to watch, the patternless tumble of cottony flakes, the occasional spatter of wet against the window, the swirls of white as a gust of wind made the snow dance, and he didn't know how long he'd been staring when he felt arms slide round his waist, one hand slipping just beneath his waistband, and a mouth against his throat, warm and liquid-wet against his pulse point. He hadn't even noticed Fuji move, but he certainly wasn't complaining, leaning back into the embrace and letting his eyes slip half-shut with a murmur of appreciation.
Fuji chuckled gently against his skin. 'Well then,' he breathed, lipping at Saeki's ear and making him shiver with pleasure and want. 'While I can certainly appreciate your benevolence, I'm glad you've always been more resistant to the cold than I have.'
And promptly shoved a handful of snow down the front of Saeki's pants.