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Title: A lonely birthday
Rating: R for a bit o' the smex
Characters: Troika, data pair (cause k8 wanted it all !)
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT
Author's note: Happy birthday, miss kat8cha. ♥
He was Yanagi Renji. Quiet. Data player. Only really notable because of his childhood friendship with one Inui Sadaharu, maker of "Inui Juice." Yanagi was the third member of the gang of three, and probably the weakest, only really part of the trio because he had the data to make Sanada and Yukimura sweat when he wanted them to. Contrary to popular opinion Kirihara did not have a crush on him, nor did Niou or Yagyuu. In fact, between the heat of regard between Sanada and Yukimura, and the happy cosplayers that were D1, Yanagi's place was uniquely lonely. He had himself, when all the cards were down, and not even an adoring kouhai to grope his muscles or ask him for extra training with wet t-shirts.
It didn't matter, Yanagi thought to himself on his birthday, which had gone largely ignored. Being self sufficient meant that he could quietly fade into the background while data flicked, number by number, into his encyclopedic memory. So he sat into the tennis office well into the early evening, making practice schedules until it was time for a quiet birthday dinner with his parents. He had wished (a little bit) that Yukimura cared enough to notice, but he also knew that Yukimura's operation was hurting him, and that every moment torn from practice was one moment less that Yukimura could use to rebuild his body. So Yanagi sat alone, stoically philosophical, assigning names to little grids.
Then Yanagi heard the door open, footsteps pad toward him, one pair. "Seiichi." No. Firmer, more widely paced, taller. "No, Gen."
"No," said the deep voice, and a small cup was placed next to him. The cup had exactly three flowers in it, but they were his three favorites -- indigo orchid, vermillion carnation, ochre black-eyed-susan. "Sadaharu."
Yanagi turned, feeling an embarrassing rush of heat in his face, and peeked up at Inui from beneath his bangs. "Mm. It's you. This is for my birthday, I assume."
"Aa. Of course." Inui gripped a chair and brought it over, close to Yanagi's. "Your parents have asked me to join you for dinner. I decided to see if you were still here, as you have been this past month."
Yanagi decided not to ask how Inui knew that. He was probably bribing Niou for information, and Yanagi seriously didn't want to know about that kind of thing. "How are you...today? Thank you for these." Yanagi fingered the rounded bottom lobe of the orchid, as veined as some of the genitalia he'd seen in his pornography collection.
"Did you know that 'orchid' means 'testicle'?" Inui's deep voice was smooth and evenly inflected, and after a moment of blank consideration Yanagi snorted his laughter.
"A-aah, yes, I did," Yanagi said, and hastily drew his fingers back from caressing the flower. That would not do.
"I was amused when your mother mentioned that it was your favorite flower. I am sorry that there are only three, but I have been saving my allowance."
"Oh?" Yanagi was very, very amused. The light reflected off of Inui's glasses in such a way that he couldn't see through them, and he wondered how sunlight followed Inui around to the extent that such a thing happened almost all of the time. "What are you saving it for?"
Inui smiled, a faint upward tilt of his lips in his strong jaw. "I am certain you will be able to guess."
"Oh?" Yanagi paused, head tilted down, bangs brushing over his lashes. "Taking Kaidoh Kaoru out on a date?"
Silence for a moment, then a large hand tilting up Yanagi's face by the chin. "Perhaps I have provided insufficient data," Inui said, and leaned forward to press a kiss upon Yanagi's mouth.
Kiss - ! Yanagi's first, stolen quite efficiently, with Inui's lips warm and soft against his for a long, dizzying moment. Inui smelled like ginger, oregano, mint, leeks, and miso, and tasted perfect. It was a perfect birthday kiss --
"Mm. Pardon me." Such an ironic, light voice. Yanagi sprang back from the kiss, gripping the table to spin himself around, cheeks flushing. "S-seiichi."
Yukimura walked over and leaned against the desk beside the two sitting boys, arms crossed, eyes deeply amused. "Ah, so Inui of Seigaku remembered that it was your birthday. Is that why you're here so late, Renji? To make out in the tennis office?"
"Of course not," Yanagi shuffled the papers on the desk, resolutely not looking Inui's way. "Practice schedules." Damn.
"I took advantage of his hard work," Inui said, voice low and straightforward as ever. "I had planned upon slightly more, if you will excuse us--"
"I will not," Yukimura said, and rested his hand on Yanagi's hair, stroking it gently. "What if I had planned upon surprising our birthday boy with the same sort of present?" His fingers danced around, and Yanagi felt butterflies in his stomach. "What about it, Renji?" Yukimura leaned in, smelling like caramel shampoo, dark eyes glittering ever so slightly with a wicked sort of entreaty.
Yanagi could not say no to his buchou. His mouth was dry, and ignoring the dark, warm presence of Inui to his side, he opened his eyes a little to nod mutely. Then, hearing a low growl to his left, Yanagi braced himself as Yukimura leaned forward to slowly kiss him. This kiss was a little different -- softer, smaller mouth, also a sly one. Soon Yanagi felt his lips parted with a slight touch of tongue, and soon his own was caught in a wet web of sensation, fly pinned by a caramel scented spider.
Footsteps interrupted this one too, and another low growl echoed through the office. Yanagi cursed his luck -- his first two kisses should've been much more private affairs. "Gen," Yanagi sighed.
"You two began without me." Then, without any preliminary discussion, Yanagi felt the back of his head caught by a rough hand as he was spun around, and suddenly another pair of hard, strong lips were pressed against his, teeth digging just a little into his bottom lip. "NNh," Yanagi murmured in a small protest, feeling the kiss down to his toes.
"My turn again," Inui murmured after a moment, and Yanagi heard the small impact of an impatient hand shoving Sanada away. Somehow Sanada didn't retaliate with a slap, and instead Yanagi's breath caught as his friends allowed Inui to lean in for another kiss, this one a slower, wetter one, tongue sharing the flavors of secret ingredients while Yanagi felt his body begin to stir despite the strange situation.
Inui stopped the kiss and spun Yanagi's chair exactly 45 degrees to where Yukimura was leaning against the desk, and those bright eyes smiled again, mouth opening to Yanagi's and coaxing in his tongue. Yanagi's fingers slid into Yukimura's hair for a long moment, and then he groaned when Yukimura did something hot and tugging with his mouth that went straight to Yanagi's groin. Then, another spin, and Sanada caught him again, tongue pressing in demandingly, hand holding Yanagi's hair in a vice grip as the kiss went immediately deep.
More spins, and after six or seven more shared kisses Yanagi was a panting mess. "You three are insane," he said, clutching the arms of the chair for support. He was ignoring the tent in his pants and hoping everyone else would have the decency to ignore it too. "Seiichi, you planned this."
Yukimura chuckled, and Sanada left the room for a moment while Inui took some time to explore the side of Yanagi's neck with his tongue. "AAhh -- you -- this is embarrassing," Yanagi muttered a little crossly between deep breaths.
"Stop complaining," Yukimura murmured, and then Yanagi cried out as a very skillful hand settled over the lump in his pants. "N-no -- stop --"
Sanada returned with a small cake, candles lit. "Happy birthday."
"NNhhhh..." Yanagi moaned, feeling his pants unzipped while Inui's teeth settled upon a very, very sensitive part of his neck.
"Blow out the candles," Yukimura whispered into Yanagi's ear, breath warming it, hand sliding down his abdomen to close around the thickened muscle of his genitalia.
"NN...wha..."
"Here." Sanada held the cake close, meeting Yanagi's eyes with a heated look.
Yanagi blew. Then Sanada speared a piece of cake on a fork and slid it between Yanagi's lips. "Uhhhh...t-tiramisu..." Yukimura was using his racket hand. Oh god.
"Mm," Inui murmured into Yanagi's other ear, tongue grazing it. "I mentioned that it was your favorite. Is it good?"
"So -- very -- smooth and --" Sanada was staring down at Yukimura's hand in his lap and Yanagi squirmed from the utter embarrassment, from the pleasure. "Goooooooooood," Yanagi groaned, and caught Yukimura's wrist in warning. Another moment and he'd mess everyone's clothing.
"Allow me." Sanada knelt, and three seconds later Yanagi gaped with astonishment as Sanada closed his mouth around -- "OH GOD --"
Yanagi came into Sanada's mouth while he swallowed the rest of the tiramisu in his own. Yukimura laughed heartily a second later when Sanada made a face and bolted for the bathroom to spit. Yanagi slumped back into Inui's arms and stared at his cake.
"Hm," Yukimura said, his voice a little husky. "I think I'll go...see if Gen needs anything. I assume Inui will make sure you eat the rest of the cake."
"Thank you --" Yanagi said blankly, and then Inui held the fork to his lips.
"Eat some," Inui said with a smile, "because I want to taste it too."
Rating: R for a bit o' the smex
Characters: Troika, data pair (cause k8 wanted it all !)
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT
Author's note: Happy birthday, miss kat8cha. ♥
He was Yanagi Renji. Quiet. Data player. Only really notable because of his childhood friendship with one Inui Sadaharu, maker of "Inui Juice." Yanagi was the third member of the gang of three, and probably the weakest, only really part of the trio because he had the data to make Sanada and Yukimura sweat when he wanted them to. Contrary to popular opinion Kirihara did not have a crush on him, nor did Niou or Yagyuu. In fact, between the heat of regard between Sanada and Yukimura, and the happy cosplayers that were D1, Yanagi's place was uniquely lonely. He had himself, when all the cards were down, and not even an adoring kouhai to grope his muscles or ask him for extra training with wet t-shirts.
It didn't matter, Yanagi thought to himself on his birthday, which had gone largely ignored. Being self sufficient meant that he could quietly fade into the background while data flicked, number by number, into his encyclopedic memory. So he sat into the tennis office well into the early evening, making practice schedules until it was time for a quiet birthday dinner with his parents. He had wished (a little bit) that Yukimura cared enough to notice, but he also knew that Yukimura's operation was hurting him, and that every moment torn from practice was one moment less that Yukimura could use to rebuild his body. So Yanagi sat alone, stoically philosophical, assigning names to little grids.
Then Yanagi heard the door open, footsteps pad toward him, one pair. "Seiichi." No. Firmer, more widely paced, taller. "No, Gen."
"No," said the deep voice, and a small cup was placed next to him. The cup had exactly three flowers in it, but they were his three favorites -- indigo orchid, vermillion carnation, ochre black-eyed-susan. "Sadaharu."
Yanagi turned, feeling an embarrassing rush of heat in his face, and peeked up at Inui from beneath his bangs. "Mm. It's you. This is for my birthday, I assume."
"Aa. Of course." Inui gripped a chair and brought it over, close to Yanagi's. "Your parents have asked me to join you for dinner. I decided to see if you were still here, as you have been this past month."
Yanagi decided not to ask how Inui knew that. He was probably bribing Niou for information, and Yanagi seriously didn't want to know about that kind of thing. "How are you...today? Thank you for these." Yanagi fingered the rounded bottom lobe of the orchid, as veined as some of the genitalia he'd seen in his pornography collection.
"Did you know that 'orchid' means 'testicle'?" Inui's deep voice was smooth and evenly inflected, and after a moment of blank consideration Yanagi snorted his laughter.
"A-aah, yes, I did," Yanagi said, and hastily drew his fingers back from caressing the flower. That would not do.
"I was amused when your mother mentioned that it was your favorite flower. I am sorry that there are only three, but I have been saving my allowance."
"Oh?" Yanagi was very, very amused. The light reflected off of Inui's glasses in such a way that he couldn't see through them, and he wondered how sunlight followed Inui around to the extent that such a thing happened almost all of the time. "What are you saving it for?"
Inui smiled, a faint upward tilt of his lips in his strong jaw. "I am certain you will be able to guess."
"Oh?" Yanagi paused, head tilted down, bangs brushing over his lashes. "Taking Kaidoh Kaoru out on a date?"
Silence for a moment, then a large hand tilting up Yanagi's face by the chin. "Perhaps I have provided insufficient data," Inui said, and leaned forward to press a kiss upon Yanagi's mouth.
Kiss - ! Yanagi's first, stolen quite efficiently, with Inui's lips warm and soft against his for a long, dizzying moment. Inui smelled like ginger, oregano, mint, leeks, and miso, and tasted perfect. It was a perfect birthday kiss --
"Mm. Pardon me." Such an ironic, light voice. Yanagi sprang back from the kiss, gripping the table to spin himself around, cheeks flushing. "S-seiichi."
Yukimura walked over and leaned against the desk beside the two sitting boys, arms crossed, eyes deeply amused. "Ah, so Inui of Seigaku remembered that it was your birthday. Is that why you're here so late, Renji? To make out in the tennis office?"
"Of course not," Yanagi shuffled the papers on the desk, resolutely not looking Inui's way. "Practice schedules." Damn.
"I took advantage of his hard work," Inui said, voice low and straightforward as ever. "I had planned upon slightly more, if you will excuse us--"
"I will not," Yukimura said, and rested his hand on Yanagi's hair, stroking it gently. "What if I had planned upon surprising our birthday boy with the same sort of present?" His fingers danced around, and Yanagi felt butterflies in his stomach. "What about it, Renji?" Yukimura leaned in, smelling like caramel shampoo, dark eyes glittering ever so slightly with a wicked sort of entreaty.
Yanagi could not say no to his buchou. His mouth was dry, and ignoring the dark, warm presence of Inui to his side, he opened his eyes a little to nod mutely. Then, hearing a low growl to his left, Yanagi braced himself as Yukimura leaned forward to slowly kiss him. This kiss was a little different -- softer, smaller mouth, also a sly one. Soon Yanagi felt his lips parted with a slight touch of tongue, and soon his own was caught in a wet web of sensation, fly pinned by a caramel scented spider.
Footsteps interrupted this one too, and another low growl echoed through the office. Yanagi cursed his luck -- his first two kisses should've been much more private affairs. "Gen," Yanagi sighed.
"You two began without me." Then, without any preliminary discussion, Yanagi felt the back of his head caught by a rough hand as he was spun around, and suddenly another pair of hard, strong lips were pressed against his, teeth digging just a little into his bottom lip. "NNh," Yanagi murmured in a small protest, feeling the kiss down to his toes.
"My turn again," Inui murmured after a moment, and Yanagi heard the small impact of an impatient hand shoving Sanada away. Somehow Sanada didn't retaliate with a slap, and instead Yanagi's breath caught as his friends allowed Inui to lean in for another kiss, this one a slower, wetter one, tongue sharing the flavors of secret ingredients while Yanagi felt his body begin to stir despite the strange situation.
Inui stopped the kiss and spun Yanagi's chair exactly 45 degrees to where Yukimura was leaning against the desk, and those bright eyes smiled again, mouth opening to Yanagi's and coaxing in his tongue. Yanagi's fingers slid into Yukimura's hair for a long moment, and then he groaned when Yukimura did something hot and tugging with his mouth that went straight to Yanagi's groin. Then, another spin, and Sanada caught him again, tongue pressing in demandingly, hand holding Yanagi's hair in a vice grip as the kiss went immediately deep.
More spins, and after six or seven more shared kisses Yanagi was a panting mess. "You three are insane," he said, clutching the arms of the chair for support. He was ignoring the tent in his pants and hoping everyone else would have the decency to ignore it too. "Seiichi, you planned this."
Yukimura chuckled, and Sanada left the room for a moment while Inui took some time to explore the side of Yanagi's neck with his tongue. "AAhh -- you -- this is embarrassing," Yanagi muttered a little crossly between deep breaths.
"Stop complaining," Yukimura murmured, and then Yanagi cried out as a very skillful hand settled over the lump in his pants. "N-no -- stop --"
Sanada returned with a small cake, candles lit. "Happy birthday."
"NNhhhh..." Yanagi moaned, feeling his pants unzipped while Inui's teeth settled upon a very, very sensitive part of his neck.
"Blow out the candles," Yukimura whispered into Yanagi's ear, breath warming it, hand sliding down his abdomen to close around the thickened muscle of his genitalia.
"NN...wha..."
"Here." Sanada held the cake close, meeting Yanagi's eyes with a heated look.
Yanagi blew. Then Sanada speared a piece of cake on a fork and slid it between Yanagi's lips. "Uhhhh...t-tiramisu..." Yukimura was using his racket hand. Oh god.
"Mm," Inui murmured into Yanagi's other ear, tongue grazing it. "I mentioned that it was your favorite. Is it good?"
"So -- very -- smooth and --" Sanada was staring down at Yukimura's hand in his lap and Yanagi squirmed from the utter embarrassment, from the pleasure. "Goooooooooood," Yanagi groaned, and caught Yukimura's wrist in warning. Another moment and he'd mess everyone's clothing.
"Allow me." Sanada knelt, and three seconds later Yanagi gaped with astonishment as Sanada closed his mouth around -- "OH GOD --"
Yanagi came into Sanada's mouth while he swallowed the rest of the tiramisu in his own. Yukimura laughed heartily a second later when Sanada made a face and bolted for the bathroom to spit. Yanagi slumped back into Inui's arms and stared at his cake.
"Hm," Yukimura said, his voice a little husky. "I think I'll go...see if Gen needs anything. I assume Inui will make sure you eat the rest of the cake."
"Thank you --" Yanagi said blankly, and then Inui held the fork to his lips.
"Eat some," Inui said with a smile, "because I want to taste it too."