[PoT]:: Sanada/Atobe, Renji/Kirihara, Bunta/Kirihara, Kirihara/Zaizen/Hiyoshi. [AnE] Yukio/Rin.
Title: Early Riser
Pairing: Sanada/Atobe.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/557 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Atobe wakes up first.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
Atobe woke up slowly. It was early enough that pale light crept in through the partially open blinds. He shivered, reaching behind him tugging savagely at the blankets that Sanada apparently had in a death grip. The other boy merely grunted, turning over, draped an arm over Atobe, and proceeded to drool on his shoulder. Atobe gave in, and allowed Sanada to snuggle closer to him in his sleep. At least now he'd be warm.
Sanada had come over the night before, and after a couple of movies, they had ended up tangled together in the sheets. Atobe wondered how long they'd actually dance around with being in a relationship, before actually moving past the awkward kisses and longing glances, and actually acknowledge what they had. Atobe could understand the other boy's hesitation, and in a way, Atobe had more to lose. Though he'd never say that to the other boy--he wasn't cruel.
Carefully, Atobe wiggled out from Sanada's hold. He rolled over onto his side, managing to pull one of the blankets over his hips. Even while asleep, Sanada looked as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Atobe reached out, fingers ghosting along the sharp line of a cheekbone, down to Sanada's jaw. Atobe's skin was pale compared to Sanada's, his fingers splayed along the curve of Sanada's neck, soaking up the warmth, feeling the slow, steady throb of Sanada's pulse. He leaned in, placed a light kiss on the other boy's bare chest, over his heart.
Sanada stirred, Atobe tense, on edge. The other boy only snored louder. Atobe grinned to himself, recognizing the subtle shift in Sanada's breathing. The other boy was only playing at being asleep. Atobe's touches continued across Sanada's broad chest, nails skimming the flat planes of the boy's stomach. His touch stopped just short of the edge of the blanket. He smirked at the shift in Sanada's body, the slight arch of the other boy's hips, the shiver that ran through Sanada's frame when Atobe's fingers stopped just short of the boy's crotch.
"You're a pervert." Atobe draped himself over Sanada, slid one leg over the other boy's, stretched out on top of Sanada.
"I'm not the one touching people while they sleep." Sanada's chest rumbled under Atobe when he spoke.
"You snore." Atobe changed the subject.
"You talk in your sleep." Sanada opened his eyes. Atobe felt his own breath hitch, and he looked away, the eye contact too much, too intimate.
"I do no such thing."
Sanada laughed softly, his hands moving up Atobe's back. "You wanted a banana sandwich. And you didn't care who made it."
"I hate banana." Atobe huffed, glaring when Sanada only laughed harder.
"It's a good thing I didn't make you one then." Sanada said. "I thought you were awake at first, but then you started snoring."
"Fine, I talk in my sleep, but I don't snore." Atobe rolled his eyes, and gave in, laughing softly. Sanada's hands swept over his shoulder, one hand tangling in Atobe's hair, pulling him down for a light kiss.
"Good morning, Atobe."
Atobe shivered, the brush of Sanada's lips against his own gave him other ideas. He shifted his weight, hips rolling against Sanada's. "It is a good morning isn't it?" He smirked, in response to the way Sanada gripped his hips.
Title: Undeniable
Pairing: Renji/Kirihara
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/605 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Kirihara gets caught in a fib.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
Kirihara crept into the clubroom, hoping that everyone was already down on the courts. He had fibbed to Yukimura, saying that he had to stay late in one of his classes to finish up an assignment. In reality, he had been dreading practice. Earlier in the day, after lunch, Yukimura and Sanada had cornered him, informing Kirihara that he would be running practice. The end of their senior year was coming up, and there would be times that they'd be tied up with university entrance exams that they wouldn't be able to run a practice. Kirihara, had decided then and there to be late, as to delay the passing of time. It worked in video games--for the most part. The locker room was empty, Kirihara dropped his bag on the bench, quickly getting out of his school clothes, drawing on his tennis uniform with hands that shook.
"Akaya, if you're going to pretend to have something to do, make sure that it's not dealing with a subject that I tutor you in."
Kirihara froze, before yanking his jersey over his head. He turned to see Renji leaning in the doorway of the hallway that separated the changing area from the showers. "It wasn't English. It was math."
"I tutor you in math and English. You yelled at Niou because he explained the problems differently than your teacher did." A pause, Renji actually looked at Kirihara, pinning the other boy in place. "You told Seiichi that you were getting help in history."
"Don't tell buchou." Kirihara muttered, his gut sinking, knowing that Renji would do just that.
"Why did you lie, Akaya?" There was a gentleness to Renji's words.
Kirihara shifted his weight, watching as Renji moved from the doorway, toward him. "Because I don't want to run practice."
"We're still here." Renji stopped in front of them, the bench separating them. "You're not taking over for Seiichi, yet."
"What if I can't do it again?" Kirihara muttered. The first few weeks after the upper classman moved on to the high school were rough. He had a hard time visualizing what would happen when they left for university. "It's going to be harder. I won't let buchou down."
"You have to be brave, Akaya."
Kirihara looked up, meeting Renji's gaze. The full eye contact made him shiver, and look away. "It's not tennis without my senpai."
"If we didn't think you could do it, we wouldn't have picked you to lead when we're gone." Renji reached out, Kirihara letting the other boy tip his chin up. Kirihara's heart pounded in his chest, managing to meet and maintain eye contact with Renji. "Do you understand, Akaya?"
Kirihara nodded, strangely mute. A wild idea came to him, and he leaned forward, crashed against the older boy, managing to somehow land his mouth on Renji's in the process. He felt Renji chuckle, tip his head slightly, and all Kirihara could do was cling to Renji. He groaned, the sound swallowed up by their kiss, lips parting, and letting Renji deepen it slowly. Kirihara closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the kiss, and the feeling of Renji's fingers in his hair. It seemed like only seconds before Renji was pulling away. Kirihara pressed his fingers to his own lips, feeling them tingle with the touch.
"Renji-senpai?" Kirihara licked his lips, feeling that tingle shoot through him again. "Can we do that again? After practice?"
Renji chuckled again, reaching out, tugging Kirihara's jersey back into place. "We'll see how you run the practice." Another pause, a small, private smile crossed his face. "And after the laps you run because you were late."
Title: One on One.
Pairing: Kirihara/Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/822 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Kirihara gets help with classwork.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
Kirihara frowned at his paper, more specifically he frowned at the red marks on the paper. An assignment had been handed back to him to be corrected before the instructor would grade it. For what seemed like the eight time, he glanced at the clock, noting that the hands had barely moved. He sighed heavily, reaching for an eraser, and began to make changes. A few sentences in, he noticed that it would probably be easier just to re-write the assignment, which would take longer, but it would be better than getting the paper turned back to himagain because it was sloppy. His notebook made a satisfying thump when he slammed it on the desk. He flipped through trying to find a page free of doodles and random badly drawn comics, that were courtesy of Niou.
He smoothed out the assignment and carefully began to rewrite it, actually taking the time to use his Japanese to English dictionary. He glanced at the clock again, and saw that there was no way he'd make practice. He grit his teeth, looked around double checking that he was alone, and pulled out his cell phone. He sent a quick text to both Niou and Yagyuu asking them to tell Sanada that he wouldn't make it. Hurriedly, he shoved his phone into his pocket when he heard footsteps outside the classroom. He tried his best to look like he was concentrating hard, hoping that the teacher would be impressed with his efforts and let him go. It was too perfect of a day to be inside working on stupid assignments.
The classroom door slid open, and Kirihara peeked up from his assignment. "Bunta-senpai." He tried to hide the marked up assignment with the blank page.
"Jackal saw you in here." Bunta sat in the chair at the desk in front of Kirihara. "Let's see it."
"See what?"
"Aren't you missing practice?" Kirihara asked. Bunta was dressed in his normal school uniform.
"Cancelled. Yukimura wasn't feeling great."
"Is buchou alright?" Kirihara forgot for a moment to protect the paper, which was snatched up by Bunta.
"He's fine, just tired." Bunta frowned looking it over. He whistled, and put the paper back on the desk. "You really have to stop practicing English by using the dialog from video games."
"Shut up." Kirihara glared at him. "It's a perfectly valid source."
"You also have to stop asking Niou for homework help." Bunta leaned forward, over Kirihara's desk. He easily took the pencil from Kirihara's hand. He made a few changes on the corrected paper. "He'll mark you down for spelling things wrong too."
"What are you doing?" Kirihara leaned forward, watching Bunta work, and things started to fall into place for him.
"Fixing this. I don't want to be here all day." Bunta grinned. Kirihara felt himself grin back. His heart thumped awkwardly in his chest. This close he could see that Bunta's eyelashes were long--like a girl's. Kirihara's fingers itched to push a piece of Bunta's hair out of his face, wanting to see if it was as soft as it looked. He could smell his senpai's bubble gum, and the spicy soap Bunta used. Instead, he sat on his hands, looking out the window.
It wasn't the first time that he wanted to do something like that. The last time Bunta was at his house and they were playing video games, the other boy was sitting close enough that their legs touched. Kirihara didn't move, even though his butt went numb from sitting on the floor without a cushion. More and more recently he was wondering if Bunta's kisses were apple flavored too.
"Hey." Bunta poked him square in the forehead. "Pay attention. I'll explain this to you once." A wry grin. "It's not often you get a one on one tutoring session with a genius you know." There was a moment's pause. "I do have a price."
"How much cake do I have to buy you this time?" Kirihara groaned. "I just got my allowance."
Bunta shook his head, and tapped himself on the cheek. "I also accept kisses."
Kirihara spluttered and blushed, probably turning the same color as Bunta's hair. "Senpai!"
"You're not very subtle." Bunta laughed softly, but something inside told Kirihara that Bunta wasn't laughing at him.
"That's…that's…" Kirihara struggled to come up with the word. "Compromise."
"Coercion." Bunta corrected, leaned over the desk and kissed Kirihara's cheek. "But it's okay. You want to kiss me, and I've wanted you to do it for a while. You're just dense when it comes to important things."
"Tennis is important." Kirihara countered.
"As I said. Very dense when it comes to important things." Bunta chuckled. "Fix the paper, and then I'll collect my fee." He handed the pencil back to Kirihara. "Just take your time. You really do know how to do to this." Kirihara nodded, face still burning and continued to re-write the paper.
Title: Curious Attraction.
Pairing: Kirihara/Zaizen/Hiyoshi.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/533 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Zaizen needs convincing.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
"You two are irritating." Zaizen muttered, shaking his game controller. He was sprawled out on the floor between Kirihara and Hiyoshi. He had come to Tokyo to check out a couple of universities, and somehow had gotten roped into lunch, and then video games by an hyperactive Kirihara. Hiyoshi seemed to go along with it, which made Zaizen question the other boy's sanity.
"I didn't do anything this time." Kirihara muttered. He was the picture of intense concentration, tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, moving the controller with the character's motions, as though that would help him get further in the game. Hiyoshi laid on the other side of Kirihara on his stomach, a magazine open in front of him, attention torn between the game and the articles.
"This time."
Zaizen snickered, his character racing past Kirihara's avatar. "That's not what I meant." He rolled his eyes managing to make his character dodge the blows that came courtesy of Kirihara's character.
"Then what did you mean, Zaizen?" Hiyoshi turned on his side, Zaizen a little uncomfortable with the intense gaze.
"The way you two act around each other. It's like you're pretending not to like each other." He glared at the television went dark, the main game menu popping up, indicating that the game was over. "It's obvious that you two want each other."
Kirihara spluttered, dropping his controller to the floor. "We're just friends."
Zaizen snorted. "It's apparent to everyone. You two aren't fooling anyone." He had figured it out when they ducked into the corner store for snacks. Kirihara's hand lingered a little too long on Hiyoshi's, and there was a certain tension between the two. They touched carefully, pretending it to be accidental brushes of skin, or touching each other under the pretense of fixing clothes or hair.
"You've at least kissed each other right?"
"We've had sex."
Zaizen glanced around Kirihara, staring at Hiyoshi had responded to his question. "You two? Together?"
Kirihara snickered softly. "Yeah, Hiyoshi likes it when I have him sleep over."
"Don't be an ass." Hiyoshi muttered, looking away from both of them.
"I don't believe it." Zaizen shook his head, turning his attention back to the game. He hit start, frowning when Kirihara lifted the controller out of his hand. Rough fingers turned his head, Zaizen startled when he found Kirihara in his space. He licked his lips, nervous, not sure what to expect when Kirihara finally kissed him.
He liked it. Kirihara was overwhelming his senses, the other boy's mouth warm and firm against his own lips. Gentle touches slid up his side, Zaizen arching a little into them. He responded to the kiss, groaning at the sensations that Kirihara was making him feel. He shivered when a second set of hands touched him. Hiyoshi's fingers tugged lightly at one of the earrings, Zaizen nearly came in his pants. He pulled away from Kirihara, finding himself pressed between the two. It made sense, and he wanted more surprisingly.
"Kirihara can be rather…convincing." Hiyoshi's lips brushed his ear. Zaizen bit back a small sound of pleasure. "Surely you can understand that." Zaizen nodded in response, before Kirihara captured his mouth again.
Title: Modern Distraction.
Pairing: Yukio/Rin
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/incest/1026
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Ao No Exorcist.
Summary: In which Yukio gives in.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
It was late by the time Yukio made it back to the dorm. There was a light on in the kitchen, Yukio peeking into the room to find it empty. His stomach growled, Yukio entered into the kitchen to see if he could find something to eat. He opened the refrigerator finding a plate of food, his name scrawled on a post it note. Yukio smiled to himself, taking the plate out of the fridge, letting it slam closed behind him. He heated the food up, taking it to the room he shared with Rin.
The bedroom was empty too, though Rin's clothes and school books were scattered around the room. Yukio put the plate on his desk, carefully hanging his bag up, removed his coat and hung that up as well. He glanced at the clothing trail leading from the room to the door, and sighed, picking up his brother's clothing and tossing it into the basket they used for laundry. Thinking twice about it, he picked up the books as well, stacking them on Rin's desk.
Yukio sat down, unable to wait for his dinner any longer. "Thanks for the food." He began to eat, barely resisting the urge to simply shovel the food into his mouth. It was one of the things he envied about Rin, his brother could cook.
"I was going to pick up, you know."
Yukio rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up further on his nose. He could hear Rin moving around the room. Yukio watched out of the corner of his eye as his brother went to his desk, moving the books around, wearing nothing but a towel. "You should have done it before you used all the hot water." He tried not to pay too much attention to how Rin's hair was flat against his head, or the fact that water still clung to his brother's back.
"There's plenty of hot water left." Rin said. "Want me to run you a bath?"
"I have some things I need to grade." Yukio finished his food, rose to put his plate out of the way.
"Take a bath, and relax first."
"I'd rather grade first. Then I can spend as much time as I want in the bath." Yukio got his bag, pulled out a file, and two pens to grade with.
"Is that our test?"
"I already graded yours." Yukio responded, pulling one of the tests out. "That's why I was late."
"It was perfect." Rin flopped down into his chair, Yukio could hear him shuffling through a book.
"If that's what you want to believe." Yukio started to read answers, making small notes in the margin of the paper. "You know I hate it when you read my manga before I do."
"Then you shouldn't leave it out where I can find it."
"I had it under my mattress." Yukio said calmly, turning to the next page of the test. "I hardly think that's out in the open."
"It's not like you have anything good under there." The manga flew through the room, landing on Yukio's bed with a thump.
Rin's desk chair squeaked as it was pushed back. Yukio ignored his brother, even when Rin sat on the edge of his desk, peering down at the quizzes. "Those aren't ours."
Yukio smirked, "I never said I was grading yours." He reached out, attempting to take the exam back from Rin. "May I have that back?"
"What is this?" Rin sounded confused, flipping through the pages of the exam. "It doesn’t make any sense."
"It would if you stayed awake during your lessons." Yukio reached again for the test paper. Rin held it just out of reach. Rin's tail twitched, giving Yukio another idea. His fingers curled around the tail, tugging lightly, just enough to get Rin's attention. The noise that came from his brother went straight to his cock.
"Don't do that." Rin dropped the paper, color rising on his cheeks. The tail twitched again in Yukio's hand.
"Did it hurt?" Yukio stroked it, watching as it twisted around his hand. He tugged again, watching as Rin's head tipped back, another filthy sound coming from him. "It feels good." The realization slammed through him, and he tugged again, closer to the base of the tail. Rin moved away, the tail sliding from Yukio's hand.
It was wrong to like the sounds that were coming from his brother. Yukio licked his lips, watching as Rin tried, unsuccessfully to adjust the towel to disguise his erection. Yukio reached again, wanting to see how far he could push this, how far he could go before they crossed the line. The tail was soft in his hands, Yukio petting it, the tail wrapping around his wrist, the end brushing along his arm. He tugged again, fingers sliding up and down the length as if he was jerking his brother off.
"Yukio." The heat in Rin's eyes was nearly tangible. Rin was in his space, nudging his legs apart, stepping between them. Rin's hand fisted in Yukio's shirt, a couple of the buttons cracking in his grip. "That's not fair." His voice was breathy and low. Yukio stretched out his other hand, fingers brushing along the curve of Rin's erection through the towel.
Yukio was the first to cross the line, but it was worth it. Rin shivered, body curving and arching under the touch. His tail tightened around Yukio's arm, the tip stroking his skin. Rin's mouth closed over his, hot and hard, tongue pushing past his lips to take his mouth. Yukio groaned, keeping his kiss soft, letting Rin think he was gaining control of the situation. They pulled away from the kiss, Yukio gasping for breath. Rin nipped at his lower lip, the coppery tang of blood flooding his senses when Rin's fangs nicked his skin. Rin wiped the blood away, the touch gentle, Yukio chasing it with his tongue.
"What are we doing?" Rin asked, his voice slowly getting stronger, despite Yukio's hands moving on his cock and tail.
"I don't know," Yukio admitted. "Kiss me again if you don't want me to stop."
Rin kissed him.
Pairing: Sanada/Atobe.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/557 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Atobe wakes up first.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
Atobe woke up slowly. It was early enough that pale light crept in through the partially open blinds. He shivered, reaching behind him tugging savagely at the blankets that Sanada apparently had in a death grip. The other boy merely grunted, turning over, draped an arm over Atobe, and proceeded to drool on his shoulder. Atobe gave in, and allowed Sanada to snuggle closer to him in his sleep. At least now he'd be warm.
Sanada had come over the night before, and after a couple of movies, they had ended up tangled together in the sheets. Atobe wondered how long they'd actually dance around with being in a relationship, before actually moving past the awkward kisses and longing glances, and actually acknowledge what they had. Atobe could understand the other boy's hesitation, and in a way, Atobe had more to lose. Though he'd never say that to the other boy--he wasn't cruel.
Carefully, Atobe wiggled out from Sanada's hold. He rolled over onto his side, managing to pull one of the blankets over his hips. Even while asleep, Sanada looked as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Atobe reached out, fingers ghosting along the sharp line of a cheekbone, down to Sanada's jaw. Atobe's skin was pale compared to Sanada's, his fingers splayed along the curve of Sanada's neck, soaking up the warmth, feeling the slow, steady throb of Sanada's pulse. He leaned in, placed a light kiss on the other boy's bare chest, over his heart.
Sanada stirred, Atobe tense, on edge. The other boy only snored louder. Atobe grinned to himself, recognizing the subtle shift in Sanada's breathing. The other boy was only playing at being asleep. Atobe's touches continued across Sanada's broad chest, nails skimming the flat planes of the boy's stomach. His touch stopped just short of the edge of the blanket. He smirked at the shift in Sanada's body, the slight arch of the other boy's hips, the shiver that ran through Sanada's frame when Atobe's fingers stopped just short of the boy's crotch.
"You're a pervert." Atobe draped himself over Sanada, slid one leg over the other boy's, stretched out on top of Sanada.
"I'm not the one touching people while they sleep." Sanada's chest rumbled under Atobe when he spoke.
"You snore." Atobe changed the subject.
"You talk in your sleep." Sanada opened his eyes. Atobe felt his own breath hitch, and he looked away, the eye contact too much, too intimate.
"I do no such thing."
Sanada laughed softly, his hands moving up Atobe's back. "You wanted a banana sandwich. And you didn't care who made it."
"I hate banana." Atobe huffed, glaring when Sanada only laughed harder.
"It's a good thing I didn't make you one then." Sanada said. "I thought you were awake at first, but then you started snoring."
"Fine, I talk in my sleep, but I don't snore." Atobe rolled his eyes, and gave in, laughing softly. Sanada's hands swept over his shoulder, one hand tangling in Atobe's hair, pulling him down for a light kiss.
"Good morning, Atobe."
Atobe shivered, the brush of Sanada's lips against his own gave him other ideas. He shifted his weight, hips rolling against Sanada's. "It is a good morning isn't it?" He smirked, in response to the way Sanada gripped his hips.
Title: Undeniable
Pairing: Renji/Kirihara
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/605 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Kirihara gets caught in a fib.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
Kirihara crept into the clubroom, hoping that everyone was already down on the courts. He had fibbed to Yukimura, saying that he had to stay late in one of his classes to finish up an assignment. In reality, he had been dreading practice. Earlier in the day, after lunch, Yukimura and Sanada had cornered him, informing Kirihara that he would be running practice. The end of their senior year was coming up, and there would be times that they'd be tied up with university entrance exams that they wouldn't be able to run a practice. Kirihara, had decided then and there to be late, as to delay the passing of time. It worked in video games--for the most part. The locker room was empty, Kirihara dropped his bag on the bench, quickly getting out of his school clothes, drawing on his tennis uniform with hands that shook.
"Akaya, if you're going to pretend to have something to do, make sure that it's not dealing with a subject that I tutor you in."
Kirihara froze, before yanking his jersey over his head. He turned to see Renji leaning in the doorway of the hallway that separated the changing area from the showers. "It wasn't English. It was math."
"I tutor you in math and English. You yelled at Niou because he explained the problems differently than your teacher did." A pause, Renji actually looked at Kirihara, pinning the other boy in place. "You told Seiichi that you were getting help in history."
"Don't tell buchou." Kirihara muttered, his gut sinking, knowing that Renji would do just that.
"Why did you lie, Akaya?" There was a gentleness to Renji's words.
Kirihara shifted his weight, watching as Renji moved from the doorway, toward him. "Because I don't want to run practice."
"We're still here." Renji stopped in front of them, the bench separating them. "You're not taking over for Seiichi, yet."
"What if I can't do it again?" Kirihara muttered. The first few weeks after the upper classman moved on to the high school were rough. He had a hard time visualizing what would happen when they left for university. "It's going to be harder. I won't let buchou down."
"You have to be brave, Akaya."
Kirihara looked up, meeting Renji's gaze. The full eye contact made him shiver, and look away. "It's not tennis without my senpai."
"If we didn't think you could do it, we wouldn't have picked you to lead when we're gone." Renji reached out, Kirihara letting the other boy tip his chin up. Kirihara's heart pounded in his chest, managing to meet and maintain eye contact with Renji. "Do you understand, Akaya?"
Kirihara nodded, strangely mute. A wild idea came to him, and he leaned forward, crashed against the older boy, managing to somehow land his mouth on Renji's in the process. He felt Renji chuckle, tip his head slightly, and all Kirihara could do was cling to Renji. He groaned, the sound swallowed up by their kiss, lips parting, and letting Renji deepen it slowly. Kirihara closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the kiss, and the feeling of Renji's fingers in his hair. It seemed like only seconds before Renji was pulling away. Kirihara pressed his fingers to his own lips, feeling them tingle with the touch.
"Renji-senpai?" Kirihara licked his lips, feeling that tingle shoot through him again. "Can we do that again? After practice?"
Renji chuckled again, reaching out, tugging Kirihara's jersey back into place. "We'll see how you run the practice." Another pause, a small, private smile crossed his face. "And after the laps you run because you were late."
Title: One on One.
Pairing: Kirihara/Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/822 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Kirihara gets help with classwork.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
Kirihara frowned at his paper, more specifically he frowned at the red marks on the paper. An assignment had been handed back to him to be corrected before the instructor would grade it. For what seemed like the eight time, he glanced at the clock, noting that the hands had barely moved. He sighed heavily, reaching for an eraser, and began to make changes. A few sentences in, he noticed that it would probably be easier just to re-write the assignment, which would take longer, but it would be better than getting the paper turned back to himagain because it was sloppy. His notebook made a satisfying thump when he slammed it on the desk. He flipped through trying to find a page free of doodles and random badly drawn comics, that were courtesy of Niou.
He smoothed out the assignment and carefully began to rewrite it, actually taking the time to use his Japanese to English dictionary. He glanced at the clock again, and saw that there was no way he'd make practice. He grit his teeth, looked around double checking that he was alone, and pulled out his cell phone. He sent a quick text to both Niou and Yagyuu asking them to tell Sanada that he wouldn't make it. Hurriedly, he shoved his phone into his pocket when he heard footsteps outside the classroom. He tried his best to look like he was concentrating hard, hoping that the teacher would be impressed with his efforts and let him go. It was too perfect of a day to be inside working on stupid assignments.
The classroom door slid open, and Kirihara peeked up from his assignment. "Bunta-senpai." He tried to hide the marked up assignment with the blank page.
"Jackal saw you in here." Bunta sat in the chair at the desk in front of Kirihara. "Let's see it."
"See what?"
"Aren't you missing practice?" Kirihara asked. Bunta was dressed in his normal school uniform.
"Cancelled. Yukimura wasn't feeling great."
"Is buchou alright?" Kirihara forgot for a moment to protect the paper, which was snatched up by Bunta.
"He's fine, just tired." Bunta frowned looking it over. He whistled, and put the paper back on the desk. "You really have to stop practicing English by using the dialog from video games."
"Shut up." Kirihara glared at him. "It's a perfectly valid source."
"You also have to stop asking Niou for homework help." Bunta leaned forward, over Kirihara's desk. He easily took the pencil from Kirihara's hand. He made a few changes on the corrected paper. "He'll mark you down for spelling things wrong too."
"What are you doing?" Kirihara leaned forward, watching Bunta work, and things started to fall into place for him.
"Fixing this. I don't want to be here all day." Bunta grinned. Kirihara felt himself grin back. His heart thumped awkwardly in his chest. This close he could see that Bunta's eyelashes were long--like a girl's. Kirihara's fingers itched to push a piece of Bunta's hair out of his face, wanting to see if it was as soft as it looked. He could smell his senpai's bubble gum, and the spicy soap Bunta used. Instead, he sat on his hands, looking out the window.
It wasn't the first time that he wanted to do something like that. The last time Bunta was at his house and they were playing video games, the other boy was sitting close enough that their legs touched. Kirihara didn't move, even though his butt went numb from sitting on the floor without a cushion. More and more recently he was wondering if Bunta's kisses were apple flavored too.
"Hey." Bunta poked him square in the forehead. "Pay attention. I'll explain this to you once." A wry grin. "It's not often you get a one on one tutoring session with a genius you know." There was a moment's pause. "I do have a price."
"How much cake do I have to buy you this time?" Kirihara groaned. "I just got my allowance."
Bunta shook his head, and tapped himself on the cheek. "I also accept kisses."
Kirihara spluttered and blushed, probably turning the same color as Bunta's hair. "Senpai!"
"You're not very subtle." Bunta laughed softly, but something inside told Kirihara that Bunta wasn't laughing at him.
"That's…that's…" Kirihara struggled to come up with the word. "Compromise."
"Coercion." Bunta corrected, leaned over the desk and kissed Kirihara's cheek. "But it's okay. You want to kiss me, and I've wanted you to do it for a while. You're just dense when it comes to important things."
"Tennis is important." Kirihara countered.
"As I said. Very dense when it comes to important things." Bunta chuckled. "Fix the paper, and then I'll collect my fee." He handed the pencil back to Kirihara. "Just take your time. You really do know how to do to this." Kirihara nodded, face still burning and continued to re-write the paper.
Title: Curious Attraction.
Pairing: Kirihara/Zaizen/Hiyoshi.
Rating/Contains/Word count: G/533 words
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Zaizen needs convincing.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
"You two are irritating." Zaizen muttered, shaking his game controller. He was sprawled out on the floor between Kirihara and Hiyoshi. He had come to Tokyo to check out a couple of universities, and somehow had gotten roped into lunch, and then video games by an hyperactive Kirihara. Hiyoshi seemed to go along with it, which made Zaizen question the other boy's sanity.
"I didn't do anything this time." Kirihara muttered. He was the picture of intense concentration, tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth, moving the controller with the character's motions, as though that would help him get further in the game. Hiyoshi laid on the other side of Kirihara on his stomach, a magazine open in front of him, attention torn between the game and the articles.
"This time."
Zaizen snickered, his character racing past Kirihara's avatar. "That's not what I meant." He rolled his eyes managing to make his character dodge the blows that came courtesy of Kirihara's character.
"Then what did you mean, Zaizen?" Hiyoshi turned on his side, Zaizen a little uncomfortable with the intense gaze.
"The way you two act around each other. It's like you're pretending not to like each other." He glared at the television went dark, the main game menu popping up, indicating that the game was over. "It's obvious that you two want each other."
Kirihara spluttered, dropping his controller to the floor. "We're just friends."
Zaizen snorted. "It's apparent to everyone. You two aren't fooling anyone." He had figured it out when they ducked into the corner store for snacks. Kirihara's hand lingered a little too long on Hiyoshi's, and there was a certain tension between the two. They touched carefully, pretending it to be accidental brushes of skin, or touching each other under the pretense of fixing clothes or hair.
"You've at least kissed each other right?"
"We've had sex."
Zaizen glanced around Kirihara, staring at Hiyoshi had responded to his question. "You two? Together?"
Kirihara snickered softly. "Yeah, Hiyoshi likes it when I have him sleep over."
"Don't be an ass." Hiyoshi muttered, looking away from both of them.
"I don't believe it." Zaizen shook his head, turning his attention back to the game. He hit start, frowning when Kirihara lifted the controller out of his hand. Rough fingers turned his head, Zaizen startled when he found Kirihara in his space. He licked his lips, nervous, not sure what to expect when Kirihara finally kissed him.
He liked it. Kirihara was overwhelming his senses, the other boy's mouth warm and firm against his own lips. Gentle touches slid up his side, Zaizen arching a little into them. He responded to the kiss, groaning at the sensations that Kirihara was making him feel. He shivered when a second set of hands touched him. Hiyoshi's fingers tugged lightly at one of the earrings, Zaizen nearly came in his pants. He pulled away from Kirihara, finding himself pressed between the two. It made sense, and he wanted more surprisingly.
"Kirihara can be rather…convincing." Hiyoshi's lips brushed his ear. Zaizen bit back a small sound of pleasure. "Surely you can understand that." Zaizen nodded in response, before Kirihara captured his mouth again.
Title: Modern Distraction.
Pairing: Yukio/Rin
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/incest/1026
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Ao No Exorcist.
Summary: In which Yukio gives in.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For darkelfgrl.
It was late by the time Yukio made it back to the dorm. There was a light on in the kitchen, Yukio peeking into the room to find it empty. His stomach growled, Yukio entered into the kitchen to see if he could find something to eat. He opened the refrigerator finding a plate of food, his name scrawled on a post it note. Yukio smiled to himself, taking the plate out of the fridge, letting it slam closed behind him. He heated the food up, taking it to the room he shared with Rin.
The bedroom was empty too, though Rin's clothes and school books were scattered around the room. Yukio put the plate on his desk, carefully hanging his bag up, removed his coat and hung that up as well. He glanced at the clothing trail leading from the room to the door, and sighed, picking up his brother's clothing and tossing it into the basket they used for laundry. Thinking twice about it, he picked up the books as well, stacking them on Rin's desk.
Yukio sat down, unable to wait for his dinner any longer. "Thanks for the food." He began to eat, barely resisting the urge to simply shovel the food into his mouth. It was one of the things he envied about Rin, his brother could cook.
"I was going to pick up, you know."
Yukio rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up further on his nose. He could hear Rin moving around the room. Yukio watched out of the corner of his eye as his brother went to his desk, moving the books around, wearing nothing but a towel. "You should have done it before you used all the hot water." He tried not to pay too much attention to how Rin's hair was flat against his head, or the fact that water still clung to his brother's back.
"There's plenty of hot water left." Rin said. "Want me to run you a bath?"
"I have some things I need to grade." Yukio finished his food, rose to put his plate out of the way.
"Take a bath, and relax first."
"I'd rather grade first. Then I can spend as much time as I want in the bath." Yukio got his bag, pulled out a file, and two pens to grade with.
"Is that our test?"
"I already graded yours." Yukio responded, pulling one of the tests out. "That's why I was late."
"It was perfect." Rin flopped down into his chair, Yukio could hear him shuffling through a book.
"If that's what you want to believe." Yukio started to read answers, making small notes in the margin of the paper. "You know I hate it when you read my manga before I do."
"Then you shouldn't leave it out where I can find it."
"I had it under my mattress." Yukio said calmly, turning to the next page of the test. "I hardly think that's out in the open."
"It's not like you have anything good under there." The manga flew through the room, landing on Yukio's bed with a thump.
Rin's desk chair squeaked as it was pushed back. Yukio ignored his brother, even when Rin sat on the edge of his desk, peering down at the quizzes. "Those aren't ours."
Yukio smirked, "I never said I was grading yours." He reached out, attempting to take the exam back from Rin. "May I have that back?"
"What is this?" Rin sounded confused, flipping through the pages of the exam. "It doesn’t make any sense."
"It would if you stayed awake during your lessons." Yukio reached again for the test paper. Rin held it just out of reach. Rin's tail twitched, giving Yukio another idea. His fingers curled around the tail, tugging lightly, just enough to get Rin's attention. The noise that came from his brother went straight to his cock.
"Don't do that." Rin dropped the paper, color rising on his cheeks. The tail twitched again in Yukio's hand.
"Did it hurt?" Yukio stroked it, watching as it twisted around his hand. He tugged again, watching as Rin's head tipped back, another filthy sound coming from him. "It feels good." The realization slammed through him, and he tugged again, closer to the base of the tail. Rin moved away, the tail sliding from Yukio's hand.
It was wrong to like the sounds that were coming from his brother. Yukio licked his lips, watching as Rin tried, unsuccessfully to adjust the towel to disguise his erection. Yukio reached again, wanting to see how far he could push this, how far he could go before they crossed the line. The tail was soft in his hands, Yukio petting it, the tail wrapping around his wrist, the end brushing along his arm. He tugged again, fingers sliding up and down the length as if he was jerking his brother off.
"Yukio." The heat in Rin's eyes was nearly tangible. Rin was in his space, nudging his legs apart, stepping between them. Rin's hand fisted in Yukio's shirt, a couple of the buttons cracking in his grip. "That's not fair." His voice was breathy and low. Yukio stretched out his other hand, fingers brushing along the curve of Rin's erection through the towel.
Yukio was the first to cross the line, but it was worth it. Rin shivered, body curving and arching under the touch. His tail tightened around Yukio's arm, the tip stroking his skin. Rin's mouth closed over his, hot and hard, tongue pushing past his lips to take his mouth. Yukio groaned, keeping his kiss soft, letting Rin think he was gaining control of the situation. They pulled away from the kiss, Yukio gasping for breath. Rin nipped at his lower lip, the coppery tang of blood flooding his senses when Rin's fangs nicked his skin. Rin wiped the blood away, the touch gentle, Yukio chasing it with his tongue.
"What are we doing?" Rin asked, his voice slowly getting stronger, despite Yukio's hands moving on his cock and tail.
"I don't know," Yukio admitted. "Kiss me again if you don't want me to stop."
Rin kissed him.