Fujicest + Inui = Crack.
Title: A Room with Two Fujis
Rating: R for smut.
Summary: Yumiko has Fuji extend a dinner invitation to Inui. Oh, the games Fujis play.
Warnings: Het/incest/typical homo undertones. :P
a/n ~ This has been on my radar for months. Originally intended as a gift for prillalar, it's somehow turned into a gift for several people who just like watching Yumiko and Shuusuke sparkle at each other. Poor, poor Inui. Also, I'm going to crosspost the living hell out of this, as I want to spread love far and wide. :D
A Room with Two Fujis
The first time Fuji’s sister expressed an interest in Inui Sadaharu, Fuji didn’t think much of it. Truthfully, Inui was a bit odd and Yumiko liked odd things. It had been after practice one morning and Yumiko had stopped by the courts to deliver Fuji’s lunch. Preoccupied with Yuuta’s unwelcome new preoccupation, Fuji had forgotten his bento on the kitchen counter and, as both of his parents had quite a long commute and were gone by the time their children awoke in the mornings, Yumiko considered it her sisterly duty to look after her younger brothers. While Yuuta seemed not to appreciate her ‘meddling’, Shuusuke had quite the opposite reaction and basked in his older sister’s attentions.
Especially when she found reasons for visiting Shuusuke at school, as she had that particular morning.
Standing beside the fence, tapping his racket against his instep and eavesdropping on a rather entertaining conversation between Kachirou and Katsuo, Fuji pretended not to notice his sister’s arrival right away.
“Arai-senpai has such a strong serve, ne, Katsuo-kun?”
“Not as strong as Tezuka-buchou.”
Fuji smiled to himself - that Kachirou was pouting, annoyed that Katsuo didn’t share his admiration of his senpai - was evident in the way he spoke. “Tezuka-buchou is older and more experienced, Katsuo-kun. Arai-senpai is a hard worker and a strong person!”
Unable to ignore Yumiko’s long, bare legs as she slid out of the car and stood beside it for a moment, straightening her skirt and sweeping her hair away from her shoulders, Fuji pushed away from the fence. He was quiet when he passed the two younger boys, but his voice carried well regardless of how soft he spoke.
“Ne, Kachirou-kun. One day you’ll be glad when no one but you seems to notice Arai-kun’s many attributes.”
Katsuo stuttered, embarrassed to have been caught discussing his senpai so casually, while Kachirou merely flushed scarlet and hurriedly bent to pick up the balls he’d neglected in favor of admiring Arai while he practiced with Momoshiro.
“Sorry, Fuji-senpai!” he squeaked, hurrying away with the basket of tennis balls and leaving Katsuo to run after him.
Yumiko met him at the fence, smiling that enigmatic smile of hers and managing to peruse the courts without really looking away from her brother.
“Nee-san,” he murmured, fingers curling through the fence’s wire links. “Is something the matter?”
He didn’t remark on his bento, which hung suspended from his sister’s long, lacquered fingernails as her gaze finally began to wander. Both Shuusuke and his sister had a contrary sort of appreciation for the very obvious - a trait which never failed to unnerve their youngest brother.
“Hmm?” She answered, distracted as she watched Inui stretching his calf muscles. His clothes didn’t match and his hair was a mess, but his shirt rode up in the back when he bent over and the way his pants pulled tight across his rear was more than enough reason to forgive his lack of fashion sense. Yumiko smiled, secretive and interested, when Inui stood to stretch his arms over his head and tripped over another boy’s duffel bag when he caught sight of her.
His teammate, a dark, handsome boy with a hideous green bandanna tied around his head, narrowed his eyes and tossed the towel he’d been holding at Inui’s feet before stalking away. For half a second, Inui looked as if he might follow, and Yumiko chose that moment to incline her head and smile sweetly in Inui’s general direction. He froze, expression unreadable behind his glasses and it wasn’t until Yumiko smoothed one hand over her hip that Inui shook himself out of his daze, bent to sweep up the towel his teammate had dropped, and took off in the same direction the other boy had gone.
Yumiko’s smile faltered - just a bit.
“Oh. Pardon me, Shuusuke, but you forgot your lunch this morning.”
Smiling faintly, having witnessed everything that Yumiko had just seen, though he would pretend he had not, Fuji pressed a hand to the fence and shaded his eyes against the early morning sun. “Thank you, Nee-san. I suppose I was a bit preoccupied this morning and in too much of a hurry.”
She laughed, a sound designed to beguile and fill space since the both of them saw nothing at all of any real amusement, and met her brother’s gaze shrewdly. “It was no trouble, Shuusuke - I have the day off.”
Fuji nodded, not yet moving away as he knew his sister was not finished speaking. He smiled when she continued - Yumiko never disappointed.
“You can express your appreciation this afternoon, though, if you feel so inclined.”
She spoke lightly, her evident nonchalance proof of her interest.
Raising a brow in surprise, Fuji tilted his head. “Oh? And how is that?”
“I miss Yuuta so, Shuusuke.” Yumiko nodded toward the tennis courts, her manner entirely too off-hand to be anything other than carefully constructed. “Wouldn’t it be fun to entertain a guest tonight?”
Following his sister’s gaze, Shuusuke glanced casually toward the courts where Momoshiro, Kikumaru and Kawamura were gawking and not bothering to pretend to be doing otherwise. Oishi and Kaidoh seemed to be having a conversation, though neither were looking at one another while they talked, and Inui scribbled furiously in a notebook - seemingly completely oblivious.
Tezuka and Echizen were as unaware of their teammates as they tended increasingly to be as of late. Not that Fuji could particularly blame them -it was common knowledge that no excitement could rival that of restringing a tennis racket.
“A guest? For dinner, do you mean?”
Looping a strand of satiny hair around her forefinger, Yumiko twirled it idly and spared not a glance for the boys on the courts. “Well, I suppose so, yes. Mother and Father are taking dinner in the city and Yuuta won’t be home until Saturday morning. The house does seem so lonely when everyone is gone, doesn’t it, Shuusuke?”
Nodding faintly, Fuji considered an evening of entertaining and wondered if that meant Yumiko would be spending time in the kitchen that evening. If so, the odds that she would don her frilly, fitted apron were good and Fuji smiled, in spite of his intention to appear indifferent.
“Indeed it does,” he agreed. “Did you have someone in particular in mind, Nee-san?”
She shrugged, demurring for a moment. “Perhaps.”
Letting her glance skip over the boys assembled on the courts, she smiled finally. “The tall one, there? What do you think, Shuusuke?”
Completely instinctively, Fuji stiffened, his gaze automatically drifting toward Kawamura, who blushed and lifted his fingers in a casual wave when he noticed Fuji’s eyes on him. In spite of himself, Fuji returned his teammate’s smile, his expression softening a bit until he remembered what he’d been discussing with his sister.
“Do you mean Taka-san, Nee-san?” His tone was indication enough that he wasn’t feeling especially charitable in regards to his sister’s thinly veiled interest, though Yumiko waved his words away.
“No, no. The other tall one. The one with the glasses. Inui-kun, is it?”
Only barely able to conceal his amusement, Fuji linked his fingers behind his back and rocked on his heels. “Ah, yes. Inui-kun. I could extend the invitation if you like, Nee-san.”
Tapping her elegantly turned pump on the concrete, Yumiko’s smile would have been enough to have most normal men hanging onto their balls in abject fear and self-preservation. To a group of hormone-driven teenage boys, however, it was the veritable smile of an angel.
“I do believe I would, Shuusuke. I’ll take care of dinner. You take care of the guest.”
Bending to place Fuji’s bento on the sidewalk at her feet, Yumiko rose slowly, smoothing her skirt down again when she straightened. “See you at 5?”
“As you wish, Nee-san,” he agreed. “And thank you again.”
As she walked away, hips swinging like a pendulum, she laughed and called back over her shoulder, “It was my pleasure, Shuusuke. Do have a good lunch.”
Inside the bento, when Fuji sat down for lunch, were a small container of yakisoba and a single red rose. There was a small note beneath it, which read:
Careful with your fingertips, Shuusuke. You bleed so easily.
She hadn’t bothered to remove the thorns. But then, Fuji reasoned, she never did.
***
Standing just outside the school’s front entrance, Fuji glanced at his watch and lamented the fact that he would be unable to escort Kawamura home this afternoon. They’d begun discussing poetry in the Romantic era and Fuji had high hopes as to what the conversation would eventually lead to.
Today, however, he would be escorting Inui home. His home, in fact - directly through the front door and into his sister’s web. After considering the circumstances and what her intentions likely were, Fuji decided that, yes, she would definitely put the frilly apron to use that afternoon. It was nice to have things to look forward to.
Inui emerged, finally, quite alone and balancing several thick texts that Fuji would have been willing to wager were intended for pleasure reading and not homework. He appeared distracted and flustered and did not seem to notice Fuji posing so perfectly next to the stone benches outside the doorway.
Frowning faintly, Fuji hurried after him, having to take several quick steps to keep up with Inui’s much longer strides.
“Ne, Inui. Are you in a hurry today?”
Glancing over, not appearing to be startled even when he’d obviously overlooked Fuji before, Inui gripped his armful of books tighter and pushed his glasses up. “Ah. Fuji. I am in no particular hurry. You?”
Smiling, making sure to sound a bit out of breath for Inui’s rapid strides, Fuji brushed his teammate’s arm with his own. “Only to catch you.”
Grunting noncommittally, Inui didn’t catch the hint and continued on at his original pace. Fuji marveled, and not for the first time, that Inui could be so completely lacking in social awareness, but still manage to notice things like the way Kikumaru’s breath smelled different when he switched toothpastes and how Kaidoh was 42.8% more likely to be in a bad mood when he wasn’t wearing his favorite ankle socks.
“Why me? I thought you walked home with Kawamura these days,” he said, his tone suggesting that he couldn’t have cared less and only noticed those sorts of things because it was his responsibility to know everything about everybody.
“Well,” Fuji began, sticking close to Inui’s side. “I do, usually. But I wanted to talk to you today, Inui. If you could, for just a moment, pretend that we are not competing in a marathon and have no real place to hurry off to.”
Inui faltered then, blushing faintly as he realized he’d just received a lesson in social grace from his teammate. His nose twitched and he rubbed at it absently with the palm of his hand before pushing up his glasses again. “Sorry, Fuji. I suppose my mind was wandering. Did you have something you wished to discuss with me?”
Standing before Inui, tipping his chin up to smile disarmingly at him, Fuji lay a familiar hand on Inui’s forearm. “Since you’re not previously engaged, would you like to come over for dinner?”
The sunlight caught Inui’s glasses when he inclined his head. “Tonight?”
Fuji tilted his head, much in the same manner that his sister had done previously that day and Inui swallowed hard past the sudden lump in his throat.
“Of course, tonight. Are you free? My sister and I should very much like to have you as our guest.”
“What of the rest of your family, Fuji? Perhaps my presence would be…”
Fuji shook his head, effectively interrupting Inui. It was rude, he knew, but manners were overrated when one was as aesthetically pleasing as Fuji knew he was. “Your presence would be very much appreciated, Inui. Nee-san and I will be quite alone and were simply interested in dining with a companion this evening.”
Seeing no polite way to refuse - particularly since he’d been led to reveal his absence of plans before Fuji had even extended his invitation, Inui nodded perfunctorily and shifted his armload of books again. “In that case, thank you, Fuji. I would very much enjoy dining with you and your sister tonight.”
Obviously pleased, and truly relieved that he would not be returning home alone and unsuccessful, Fuji reached to take a couple of Inui’s textbooks, wrapping his arms around them and holding them close to his chest. With his bangs obscuring his eyes and his lips curved in that sweet, benign smile, Inui could let himself pretend that Fuji was just another unassuming, sweet-natured schoolgirl who was happy to have Inui’s attention for a moment.
He did that with all of his teammates, truthfully. It was a little game he played sometimes when he was bored in the clubhouse.
Turning to set off on the path ahead, Fuji called back to Inui. “This way, Inui.”
Finding no witty retort available to him, Inui had no choice but to follow. He consoled himself with the knowledge that Kaidoh was not present to witness Fuji Shuusuke calling him to heel like a well-trained hound. He had no reason - no excuse - to offer in the event that anyone were nearby to witness his silent obedience.
It occurred to Inui that he should probably make one ready. Just in case.
***
Yumiko’s disdain for The Chocolates - and their irritatingly cheerful music - did not prevent her from enjoying their latest video when it came on TV. With the television muted, she was free to watch the four girls bounce around innocuously - all short skirts and pigtails - and not feel as though she were sacrificing valuable brain cells. Paramount in her thoughts, in any event, was the knowledge that Shuusuke would be arriving home soon. That he might return home alone never entered into Yumiko’s realm of possibilities. She had her eye on Inui Sadaharu and she had no doubt that her darling brother would deliver the goods.
With a quick glance at the clock hanging over the sink, she tightened the strings of her apron. Yumiko knew how much Shuusuke loved that particular apron and how he snuck little glances at her when she wore it tied so tightly. In addition, her button-up shirt and knee length skirt were perfectly tailored. There were absolutely no visible lines to reveal her underwear beneath her clothes, but that was likely because she’d foregone underwear altogether.
As she began arranging the puff cakes onto a decorated plate, she heard Shuusuke’s key in the lock. Turning to face the two boys when they entered the kitchen, Yumiko smiled sweetly.
“Nee-san. Sorry we’re late - there was a crowd near the park,” Fuji said, somewhat apologetic as he lay his bag in the floor and then took Inui’s for good measure. He did not remove Inui’s coat, as he - quite correctly - assumed that Yumiko would prefer to handle that.
With just a few steps, Yumiko was at his classmate’s side, delicate fingers already curling around Inui’s collar. “Ne, Inui-kun, won’t you feel more comfortable out of this jacket?”
“Ah…no, thank you, Fuji-san,” Inui murmured, low, smooth voice hiding the level of unease that he’d begun to experience the moment Fuji Shuusuke had ushered him inside the house. Beneath his jacket, he wore a thin, white t-shirt. Inui much preferred a stuffy school uniform to being half-dressed in a room with two Fujis.
Taking her time in withdrawing, Yumiko bowed her head in acknowledgement. “Very well, Inui-kun.”
Turning to her brother, she tilted her head beguilingly. “Shuusuke? Do you require assistance?”
Ducking his head to hide his amusement, Fuji made some soft sound and shrugged out of his jacket himself. “Thank you, Nee-san, no.”
Inui stared, watching Fuji slip out of his blazer, wondering why he looked so different. He’d seen his teammate in various states of undress more times than he could accurately number and, somehow, looking at him now, Inui realized that he’d never taken the time to adequately appreciate Fuji’s delicate beauty.
Face immediately blushing scarlet, Inui also realized that he’d never actually considered his friend ‘beautiful’ at all. Sneaking a glance at Yumiko, chest thrust out enticingly as she retied the bow at her back, Inui was thankful that he’d not allowed Fuji’s sister to tempt him out of his blazer.
He might very well become erect during the course of dinner.
“Ah…Fuji-kun, should we sit?” He wondered, motioning toward the table that Yumiko had so tastefully set. It was forward to ask to be seated, Inui knew, but no less so than standing around the Fuji’s living room with the beginnings of an erection straining his black dress pants.
Nodding once, Fuji toed out of his shoes - belatedly - and Inui led them toward the dining room. Yumiko followed behind, eyes on Inui’s bottom, regretfully hidden beneath thick, black fabric. Whoever had designed the boys’ uniform had been sorely lacking in imagination.
In the center of the table, on flat, thin plates, was assorted Sashimi with radish. Beside each plate were small bowls of rice and miso soup.
As he took his seat at the end of the table, Inui adjusted his glasses. “I didn’t imagine you would be such a traditionalist, Fuji-san,” he said to Yumiko, feeling as though he’d chosen a good seat when neither of the Fujis could sit directly beside him.
Bending to take the seat to Inui’s right, Yumiko smiled politely at him, not missing the way his gaze strayed to the neckline of her shirt. “Please - call me Yumiko.”
Reddening faintly, Inui tensed when Yumiko removed the apron - taking her time and making a show of it. “Yumiko-san…”
Fuji’s fingertips were light across the back of Inui’s neck when he passed behind him to take his seat at Inui’s left. “Don’t let her fool you, Inui,” he began, voice light. “She’s as progressive a woman as you’ve ever met.”
Hands folded in his lap, willing his gaze away from Yumiko’s cleavage, Inui nodded once. He really had no idea how he was expected to respond.
Picking up her spoon, rubbing the curved edge along her bottom lip, Yumiko seemed to consider Fuji a moment. “A real gentleman allows a lady to maintain her mystery, Shuusuke.”
Eyes steely with challenge, though the smile on his lips was all pleasure, Fuji leaned in close. Though his voice was low, Inui was privy to every exchange.
“A gentleman would, in that case, caution his lady against giving away too much of her intentions too soon.”
Laying down her spoon in favor of a crystal cordial glass, Yumiko sipped the sweet liquid - smile never faltering - and stared her brother down. Not to be outdone, Fuji lifted his own glass to his sister before taking a slow sip. “You look beautiful.”
Inui watched, transfixed, as Yumiko leaned to top Fuji’s glass off. “You flatter me, brother.”
Fuji slid his rice close, picking up his chopsticks and lowering his eyes. “Truth is not flattery,” he said.
Yumiko sipped her soup and Fuji licked delicately at his chopsticks. Inui felt his throat tighten. “Itadaikimasu,” he offered weakly, and lifted his spoon. He couldn’t have said for certain, but he thought he heard the softest chuckle from Fuji’s direction. That he might have imagined it made him feel unstable; that he did not imagine it made him incredibly self-conscious.
“Where is your younger brother, Fuji?” He asked, desperate for conversation that did not center around riddles and vague flirtations.
“Yuuta is away until tomorrow. He typically spends as much time away from the house as he can.”
Surprisingly enough, there was nothing in Fuji’s tone of voice to give away his feelings on the subject of his brother’s absence. Inui knew, from past experience, that the Fuji clan was closer than most families, though Yuuta had sometimes seemed anxious under his brother’s watchful, protective eye. Though he’d never admit it, Inui had always wondered if perhaps Yuuta was right to feel uneasy. Inui could certainly relate.
“Mm,” he responded. In his place, Kawamura or Oishi would probably have apologized, but Inui could see no real sorrow in it. Additionally, Inui knew Fuji well enough to know that empty felicitations were never a necessary thing.
“Inui-kun,” Yumiko said brightly, refilling her glass from the dark bottle that sat in the middle of the table. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Brows drawn in concentration, Inui appeared more concerned with the alignment of vegetables on his plate than with Yumiko’s overly familiar questions. After a moment, when the food on his plate was arranged to his liking, Inui shook his head once. “Not really,” he finally responded. Briefly, he wondered if what he did with Kaidoh could be considered ‘seeing’ and somehow doubted it. If Kaidoh were aware of Inui’s scrutiny, perhaps he might have answered differently. As things were, however…“School and tennis keep me busy.”
Turning his attention to the remainder of his soup, Inui fell silent as Yumiko and Fuji spoke to one another - telepathically - across the table. After a moment, he felt someone’s toes nudging his own beneath the table. Faltering for only a second, Inui bent his head again, careful to remain poised over his bowl so as not to make a mess. If he ignored it, perhaps it would go away. It wasn’t until he felt another set of toes - from the opposite direction - nudging his own that he realized it was not going to go away. They were not going to go away.
Inui felt warm, flushed, and wondered if perhaps Fuji’s sister had drugged his soup. When he felt Fuji’s sock-clad toes sliding along his instep, however, Inui knew that - drugged or not - he’d been asked here for the sole purpose of seduction. It made him nervous. How could be expected to seduce two people when he’d never really even seduced one before?
Setting his spoon down, Inui straightened, though he kept his gaze straight ahead. “Fuji?”
“Yes, Inui?”
“Is that your foot touching my foot?”
There was a pause, heavy with hidden meaning and non-so-hidden amusement. “It is.”
“And yours, Yumiko-san?” He asked, voice even though his stomach was doing flip-flops.
“What of it, Inui-kun?” She asked, voice dropping to that low, toe-curling purr that seemed to wrap snugly around Inui’s cock and tug. “Do you object?”
Her question gave Inui pause. Did he object? Was there any plausible reason why he should? Watching Yumiko as she stared him down, those long, painted fingernails toying with the buttons of her shirt, Inui was hard-pressed to think of even one.
Pushing away from the table, just enough that her legs were visible to the boys seated at the table, Yumiko held Inui’s gaze and spread her legs.
Inui froze. Fuji smiled and lay his spoon down. “Full already, Nee-san?”
Cocking her head, even as she released one more button on her shirt, Yumiko licked her lips absently. “No, Ototou-chan. Not quite yet.”
Laying his chopsticks aside, Fuji rose quietly. From the corner of his eye, Inui noticed that his plate and glass were empty. Somehow, Fuji had managed to unnerve Inui, silently encourage his sister in a rather blatant flirtation, and still polish off his sashimi and wine with very little fanfare. Inui wondered how long he’d been sitting there, trying to ignore both their friendly game of footsie and Yumiko’s cleavage.
Standing behind his sister, Fuji rested his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently while they attempted to pin Inui with a look that was entirely too similar for any measure of comfort. He lay down his chopsticks, as though acknowledging that dinner was done, but he asked no questions and gave no indication that he was at all unnerved. Deductive reasoning suggested that weakness or uncertainty was like a red flag to a Fuji.
“Inui,” Fuji began, thumb brushing along the graceful column of his sister’s neck. “I suppose it’s become rather obvious as to why we asked you here tonight.”
Picking up his napkin, wiping his fingertips against the fine linen, Inui frowned. “I only wonder why you’d go to the trouble.”
He didn’t, though. Not really. Subterfuge and games that no one outside of their family would understand seemed to be tried and true controls in a Fuji experiment.
Fuji shrugged lightly, thumbing open another of Yumiko’s buttons. Inui watched, eyes narrowed behind his glasses, as Fuji’s graceful fingertips smoothed the edges of his sister’s blouse. The button that he had not released strained to support Yumiko’s breasts and Inui’s breath caught.
“Nee-san likes to play,” he said lightly, as though it should be obvious.
Unblinking, Inui watched Fuji’s fingers stray tantalizingly close to the soft, pale skin of his sister’s breasts and, after a bit, he asked, “And what about you?”
Petting Yumiko’s hair, curling strands around his fingers, Fuji offered Inui that self-satisfied, barely-there smile, and slid his hands down to cup his sister’s breasts. Yumiko lifted her chin, lips parted on a breathy sigh, and Inui tensed - he was fully erect.
“Shuusuke likes to watch,” Yumiko whispered, gasping when Fuji rubbed her nipples through her blouse. “You don’t mind…do you, Inui-kun?”
Mind? That he was being allowed to witness this was a fortunate turn of events in and of itself. That he would likely be expected to participate was enough to short-circuit his brain.
Fuji bent to nuzzle Yumiko’s neck, teasing her through her shirt, but apparently not ready to release that last button and spread the fabric aside. Laying his napkin aside and scooting his chair back to stand, Inui was surprised at Fuji’s obvious level of ease and enjoyment. Truly, he hadn’t ever imagined Fuji harboring any interest in women.
Moving around the edge of the table, Inui stood - rather awkwardly - and simply watched. Fuji whispered into his sister’s ear and, lifting his gaze to Inui’s, he didn’t move away when Yumiko began to inch her skirt up along her thighs.
“What do you like, Inui-kun?” Yumiko asked, arching her back as her skirt cleared mid-thigh.
Like? Inui watched them, studying them, absently wondering if they hadn’t waylaid Yuuta this way - tricking him into all manner of illicit sexual acts and forcing him to seek refuge in another district, entirely. This, however, Inui could not relate to. Running away was nowhere near as compelling as finding out how long it would it take for Yumiko to hike that skirt up just a few inches more.
Even so, he was hard pressed to give voice to his desires. Inui had a feeling that he would like whatever these two handed him.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, pushing up his glasses and wishing for his notebook.
Reaching to tug Yumiko’s skirt up enough to reveal precisely what both boys had been waiting to see, Fuji fixed his piercing gaze on Inui and slid his palm along the inside of his sister’s thigh. “I think I can guess, ne, Inui?”
Taking an instinctive step forward, Inui made some soft, interested sound. Fuji took his hand, guiding it to rest against Yumiko’s ribs - just under her right breast. “I’ll tell you what to do.”
Nodding absently, Inui took in the sight of Yumiko’s long, bare legs, the shadow between them, and slid his hand up to cup her breast. His hand was bigger than Fuji’s and less controlled. He squeezed a bit too tightly and Yumiko whimpered, spreading her knees further apart.
Brows furrowed in concentration, Inui dropped to his knees before her, holding and kneading her breast, wanting very much to see them bared. Tilting her hips up, Yumiko lifted one foot to rest on Inui’s knee, silently urging him forward. Tentatively, he slid his palms along Yumiko’s thighs and glanced up in time to watch Fuji thumb the last button open. She moaned when Fuji eased the fabric aside and he was barely cognizant of his teammate’s hand at the back of his neck, guiding him forward.
His lips against Yumiko’s nipples was one of the most surreal experiences of Inui’s life and when he parted his lips to taste them with his tongue, he closed his eyes. With Yumiko’s hands at his shoulders and Fuji’s fingertips light at the back of his neck, Inui wondered if he would be asked to involve himself further in Yumiko’s pleasure or if it would acceptable for him to just go ahead and come in his pants. He didn’t feel comfortable exposing himself, though he imagined he’d suffer the awkwardness if it meant he might get to fuck Fuji’s sister.
“Touch her,” Fuji urged him on in that deceptively sweet voice, “She’s waiting, Inui.”
Waiting? Inui understood waiting, but was she waiting solely for him? Kaidoh must never find out about this night, Inui knew, which meant that he would be unable to discuss it with Kikumaru.
Yumiko shifted, hooking one leg around Inui’s back and pulling him closer to her. His cock jerked inside his shorts and he grunted when the fabric stuck to the crown of his erection. Having watched more pornographic videos than would ever be acceptable to admit, Inui had been prepared for the way she would look. What was becoming even more difficult to ignore was the way she smelled. Musky and mysterious, yet still sweet, Inui could smell Yumiko’s excitement - and it was infinitely different from that of man’s.
Slowly, as though he intended to imprint every moment of this interaction into his brain, he gripped Yumiko’s leg - just behind the knee - and draped it over his shoulder.
Pressing a kiss to his sister’s neck, Fuji moved away when she slid down a little in the chair and tilted her hips accommodatingly. It had never occurred to him that Inui would take such initiative and he was unprepared for the way it caused him to view Inui. Even faced with a potentially embarrassing situation, Inui approached it as he approached any unknown: with careful analytical interest and detached reasoning. Fuji was very interested in discovering how such tactics worked when faced with a generous amount of raw, teenaged lust.
Turning his head to rub his cheek against her breasts, Inui practically purred when she slid her fingers through his unruly hair. He wondered what Yumiko would think of him if she knew how many hours he’d spent fantasizing about Kaidoh Kaoru. In the end, he reasoned that he could hardly be blamed for his indecision when he’d never had the opportunity to do any of the filthy, unacceptable things he frequently daydreamed about. Additionally, Yumiko-san obviously had sex with her brother, so he didn’t imagine that she was in any position to pass judgments of any kind.
He groaned when his fingers found the place he sought, encouraged by the slippery warmth against rough, blunt fingertips. “Like this,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.
As Fuji knelt beside Inui, he realized that he was rather proud of Inui. He couldn’t imagine any of his teammates taking his sister in hand quite so well as Inui was managing. Not even Momoshiro, who’d once told Kikumaru that he would pay for the privilege of watching Yumiko-san in her bath.
Fuji watched, admiring the curve of his sister’s buttocks when Inui bunched her skirt up around her waist and slid two fingers into her. From the way Yumiko gasped and the expression on Inui’s face, Fuji imagined it hadn’t been intentional. When Inui realized that she was not only happy to accommodate him, but that she could probably take more, he licked his lips and did it again.
Yumiko moaned, arching in the chair and wishing that she had the room to stretch out and allow Inui all the freedom he might have liked. If she were going to be honest, though, some part of her quite enjoyed watching him attempt to plan his next move with so limited a range.
“Sadaharu-kun,” she breathed, trailing her toes up along his back to perch her foot on his shoulder. “That feels nice.”
Fuji watched Inui’s expression shift and knew that Yumiko’s words had been perfectly calculated. Fuji imagined that Inui wouldn’t want nice. Inui would want mindless.
He gripped her hips, leaning forward, and Fuji was not prepared for the sudden sharp spike of lust that he experienced when Inui bent his head to Yumiko and to lick and suck at her.
The little sound of surprise she made very quickly became a low, needy moan to tremble at her lips and it was without a bit of shame that she draped both legs over Inui’s shoulders to hold him in place.
After only a moment he withdrew, taking off his glasses and handing them to Fuji, barely sparing his teammate a glance before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and returned to the task at hand.
Yumiko cried out again when Inui put his mouth on her and when his tongue found that place that she’d been so certain he’d never manage to locate, she turned her head and met her brother’s gaze through half-lidded eyes.
“Shuusuke…can you…would you…?”
It required very little movement on Fuji’s part to shift closer to Inui, even less to lift his hand and place it just at Inui’s back. He could feel the heat of the other boy’s skin through his blazer and Fuji wondered if Inui would allow the intimacy he was about to introduce.
Tugging at Inui’s shirt, pulling the ends free of his pants, Fuji found that he rather liked the feel of Inui’s taut, smooth belly beneath his palms. Inui grunted, in absent acknowledgement of Fuji’s touch, but he did not shy away. Instead, he turned his head to suck at the inside of Yumiko’s thigh, distracted for only a moment before slipping two fingers into her again.
Even knowing that she didn’t have much room to work with, Yumiko could not keep still. Writhing against the chair, she tugged at Inui’s hair, grabbed at his shoulders and was minutes away from demanding that Inui get up there and give her what he’d been invited for.
Fuji’s fingers were nimble at Inui’s belt and zipper and he held his friend’s gaze unflinchingly when he felt along the front of Inui’s shorts. Inui’s eyes were direct and, surprisingly, rather pretty at such close distance.
Fuji slipped his hand into Inui’s shorts and wrapped his fingers snugly around him. “I assume this is still okay.”
Inui’s eyelashes fluttered a little when Fuji began to work his shorts and pants over his hips and he raised up a bit. His sudden movement changed the angle of his wrist and when he continued to finger Yumiko in that maddeningly slow, exploratory manner of his, she gripped the base of the chair and tossed her head. “Please,” she murmured, wanting to save this magnificent, impending orgasm until Inui Sadaharu was buried inside her as far as he could go.
Inui stroked her, placating and yet unbelievably aroused, and spoke in hushed whispers to Fuji. “But you…?”
Ripping the plastic package efficiently, Fuji shook his head a little, smiling and appearing somewhat bashful. “I only like to watch, Inui-kun. Remember?”
So saying, he rolled the condom over Inui’s cock and rubbed his belly once more, as though in apology for being unable - or unwilling - to experiment with him. It was unnecessary, however, as Inui had never imagined that he would find himself in this type of situation with any of his teammates and, as such, held no expectations.
He nodded, turning his attention back to Yumiko. “Yumiko-san,” he began, voice rough and hands trembling. There was no educational interest in this.
Yumiko squirmed a bit, finally grabbing Inui’s shirt to haul herself forward and when she slid off the chair to straddle his lap, Inui wrapped his arms around her waist and bumped his head on the table.
He grimaced, though his hands strayed immediately to her ass - lifting and kneading - and just before she took his mouth in the kind of kiss she’d been withholding all evening, she murmured, “Sorry.”
Oh, but then she was on him, around him, spreading her thighs on either side of his and he was sinking into her slowly. Any polite reassurance he’d been about to offer was lost in the snug fit of her body against his. She moaned, bucking her hips once or twice when the rough fabric of Inui’s school blazer brushed against her nipples.
She glanced over, noticed her brother already isolating himself - withdrawing as he always did when the proceedings reached this point - and she reached out her hand to him. “Shuusuke.”
He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward to take her hand, draping his other arm around Inui’s shoulders when he drew close enough to touch. Inui was tall and powerful - Fuji could not deny that he enjoyed touching him. He touched Inui’s temple, his spiky, messy hair and listened to the beautiful sounds his sister made. He smiled a little, leaning in to kiss her mouth - unsurprised when she parted her lips for him and enticed him to deepen the kiss.
As active a participant as Shuusuke was in the early stages of the game, Yumiko was accustomed to his inevitable withdrawal towards the end. He would back away, withdrawing emotionally though he would stay to watch until all had been said and done. Yumiko suspected he acted out of an interest in her safety more than anything else since he would make his exit as soon as the game was done. Sometimes Yumiko followed him, poised to listen just outside his door, and discovered that he was not as unmoved by their games as she’d initially suspected. Once he was alone, he spared no time in relieving his arousal and Yumiko was not hurt to discover that she was not the star of his fantasies. Once or twice she’d heard him call out for the boy he played doubles with and more than once she’d heard Yuuta’s name emerge from Shuusuke’s lips in that strangled, hushed voice.
As she tilted her head now, though, encouraging him with throaty whimpers and soft sighs, Yumiko was made happy to find that he could do this before someone new - kiss her and derive pleasure from it.
Shuusuke was very good at this sort of thing and his lips - so warm and firm - coaxed her tongue into his mouth without seeking to overpower her in order to gain the upper hand.
Against his lips, fingertips threading through the silky hair at the back of her brother’s neck, Yumiko whispered to Inui, “Don’t you want to kiss my brother, Inui-kun?”
She rode Inui fluidly, holding both boys close to her without breaking her rhythm and made a soft, happy sound when Fuji took the hint and nosed at the corner of Inui’s mouth. His lips were flushed and full, sticky and musky from his earlier activities and Fuji closed his eyes when Inui tilted his head to kiss him tentatively. Tracing the seam of Inui’s lips with the tip of his tongue, Fuji hummed his approval, tasting Yumiko when he pushed his tongue past Inui’s lips and took the sort of kiss he’d never taken from Yumiko. Always passive when it came to physical advances, Fuji was only ever this aggressive with men.
Yumiko closed her eyes and would have smiled if Inui hadn’t been nudging that spot inside her with every single upstroke. So chivalrous - her Shuusuke.
“Oh…” she gasped, tugging at the back of Fuji’s hair and seeking kisses from whoever would give them. At one point, she was kissing the both of them and wishing that Inui would have taken the initiative to do to Shuusuke what Shuusuke had done to him. Soon, though, it was too much and there was no room for regret and no room for plotting and planning and she threw her head back in unrestrained pleasure.
Inui held her tighter and it was against her neck that he buried his face - his breath damp and hot when he muffled his pleasure there. Fuji clung to them both, palms sliding over tensed and trembling muscles and he watched Inui’s expression, able to ascertain the precise moment he found his own release.
Limp in Inui’s embrace, Yumiko clung to him for only a moment. It amused Fuji that his sister was able to maintain her dignity during a dismount, even as she tugged her skirt down modestly.
He smiled, watching her button her shirt and take a seat primly. “Quite warm in here,” she said to whomever might be listening. Fuji only nodded and rose to offer Inui a hand. They were silent for a moment, Yumiko refilling her glass while Inui rearranged his uniform. He had not removed the condom and Fuji had not asked if perhaps he might wish to.
Soon enough, the silence edged just into uncomfortable and Fuji cleared his throat softly. “Can you stay for dessert, Inui?” He asked, glancing at the clock. It was just past seven.
Risking a glance at Yumiko, looking away when she did not meet his gaze, Inui bent to retrieve his glasses - feeling much more normal as he settled them upon the bridge of his nose. “Ah…no, Fuji, thank you. I should probably be going.”
With a sigh of contentment, Yumiko flashed both boys a little smile. “It was lovely to have you, Inui-kun. Perhaps you’ll join us again sometime.”
Nodding perfunctorily, Inui bowed once and strode quickly into the next room. Fuji waited to see if his sister would meet his gaze. When she did not, he followed Inui, barely able to reach the front door before his teammate could open it himself.
“See you tomorrow, Inui,” he murmured.
Inui nodded again. “Aa. Thank you, Fuji.”
In a matter of minutes, Inui had disappeared into the evening and just as Fuji was about to close the door again and make the trek upstairs to shower, the familiar, scuffling sound of trainers against concrete caught his attention.
Standing at the bottom of the steps, Yuuta looked up at his brother with a guarded expression, sheepish for his early arrival. “Did I miss dinner?”
Fuji smiled a little, stepping back to allow Yuuta room to enter. “No, we saved you some.”
As Yuuta passed by, Fuji took his duffel from him and wrapped both arms around it. “Yuuta?”
Pausing to glance over his shoulder, not quite as irritated as he typically appeared to Fuji, Yuuta blinked. “Huh?”
Fuji smiled. “Your shoelace is broken.”
Making an exasperated sound, Yuuta grinned and hurried into the kitchen, all long limbs and eager teenage appetite. Fuji closed the door.
***
Inui frowned at his mobile. His service was increasingly proving to be inferior and he turned up the volume as he listened to one ring bleed into the next. Finally, there was a click and the ringing ceased.
“Ah, Tezuka. I was wondering if perhaps you were free this evening. I’ve just left Fuji’s house after having dinner with him and Yumiko-san and I really need to speak to you about…”
Click.
“Tezuka?”
Inui shook his phone and adjusted the volume. “Tezuka?”
With a sigh, Inui turned left at the intersection, toward his house and away from Tezuka’s. Absently, he hit the one button he’d designated for speed dial. If he didn’t talk about this with someone, he was going to explode. Or worse, find himself on Kaidoh’s front porch, confessing something that Kaidoh would probably push him out and slam the door in his face for daring to speak of.
“Hello?”
Almost immediately relaxing, Inui gripped the phone tighter, knowing that he would be able to talk for as long as he wanted to.
“Kikumaru,” he said by way of greeting and the smile the other boy wore was evident in the way he spoke.
“Hoi, Inui, how’s it going?”
“Fine, fine.” He paused, knowing that he was about to impose, but also knowing that Kikumaru wouldn’t mind it so much. He was a good listener. “Are you available?”
He waited patiently, listening to Kikumaru babble at Oishi for nearly a full minute before he was back, lips pressed to the phone, speaking too loudly and too quickly and relaying all that he felt Inui should know about their plans for the coming evening - they were having cookies and Oishi was spending the night - “But yeah, we’ll be up late, so come on over!”
It was going to be a long night.
~fin~
Rating: R for smut.
Summary: Yumiko has Fuji extend a dinner invitation to Inui. Oh, the games Fujis play.
Warnings: Het/incest/typical homo undertones. :P
a/n ~ This has been on my radar for months. Originally intended as a gift for prillalar, it's somehow turned into a gift for several people who just like watching Yumiko and Shuusuke sparkle at each other. Poor, poor Inui. Also, I'm going to crosspost the living hell out of this, as I want to spread love far and wide. :D
A Room with Two Fujis
The first time Fuji’s sister expressed an interest in Inui Sadaharu, Fuji didn’t think much of it. Truthfully, Inui was a bit odd and Yumiko liked odd things. It had been after practice one morning and Yumiko had stopped by the courts to deliver Fuji’s lunch. Preoccupied with Yuuta’s unwelcome new preoccupation, Fuji had forgotten his bento on the kitchen counter and, as both of his parents had quite a long commute and were gone by the time their children awoke in the mornings, Yumiko considered it her sisterly duty to look after her younger brothers. While Yuuta seemed not to appreciate her ‘meddling’, Shuusuke had quite the opposite reaction and basked in his older sister’s attentions.
Especially when she found reasons for visiting Shuusuke at school, as she had that particular morning.
Standing beside the fence, tapping his racket against his instep and eavesdropping on a rather entertaining conversation between Kachirou and Katsuo, Fuji pretended not to notice his sister’s arrival right away.
“Arai-senpai has such a strong serve, ne, Katsuo-kun?”
“Not as strong as Tezuka-buchou.”
Fuji smiled to himself - that Kachirou was pouting, annoyed that Katsuo didn’t share his admiration of his senpai - was evident in the way he spoke. “Tezuka-buchou is older and more experienced, Katsuo-kun. Arai-senpai is a hard worker and a strong person!”
Unable to ignore Yumiko’s long, bare legs as she slid out of the car and stood beside it for a moment, straightening her skirt and sweeping her hair away from her shoulders, Fuji pushed away from the fence. He was quiet when he passed the two younger boys, but his voice carried well regardless of how soft he spoke.
“Ne, Kachirou-kun. One day you’ll be glad when no one but you seems to notice Arai-kun’s many attributes.”
Katsuo stuttered, embarrassed to have been caught discussing his senpai so casually, while Kachirou merely flushed scarlet and hurriedly bent to pick up the balls he’d neglected in favor of admiring Arai while he practiced with Momoshiro.
“Sorry, Fuji-senpai!” he squeaked, hurrying away with the basket of tennis balls and leaving Katsuo to run after him.
Yumiko met him at the fence, smiling that enigmatic smile of hers and managing to peruse the courts without really looking away from her brother.
“Nee-san,” he murmured, fingers curling through the fence’s wire links. “Is something the matter?”
He didn’t remark on his bento, which hung suspended from his sister’s long, lacquered fingernails as her gaze finally began to wander. Both Shuusuke and his sister had a contrary sort of appreciation for the very obvious - a trait which never failed to unnerve their youngest brother.
“Hmm?” She answered, distracted as she watched Inui stretching his calf muscles. His clothes didn’t match and his hair was a mess, but his shirt rode up in the back when he bent over and the way his pants pulled tight across his rear was more than enough reason to forgive his lack of fashion sense. Yumiko smiled, secretive and interested, when Inui stood to stretch his arms over his head and tripped over another boy’s duffel bag when he caught sight of her.
His teammate, a dark, handsome boy with a hideous green bandanna tied around his head, narrowed his eyes and tossed the towel he’d been holding at Inui’s feet before stalking away. For half a second, Inui looked as if he might follow, and Yumiko chose that moment to incline her head and smile sweetly in Inui’s general direction. He froze, expression unreadable behind his glasses and it wasn’t until Yumiko smoothed one hand over her hip that Inui shook himself out of his daze, bent to sweep up the towel his teammate had dropped, and took off in the same direction the other boy had gone.
Yumiko’s smile faltered - just a bit.
“Oh. Pardon me, Shuusuke, but you forgot your lunch this morning.”
Smiling faintly, having witnessed everything that Yumiko had just seen, though he would pretend he had not, Fuji pressed a hand to the fence and shaded his eyes against the early morning sun. “Thank you, Nee-san. I suppose I was a bit preoccupied this morning and in too much of a hurry.”
She laughed, a sound designed to beguile and fill space since the both of them saw nothing at all of any real amusement, and met her brother’s gaze shrewdly. “It was no trouble, Shuusuke - I have the day off.”
Fuji nodded, not yet moving away as he knew his sister was not finished speaking. He smiled when she continued - Yumiko never disappointed.
“You can express your appreciation this afternoon, though, if you feel so inclined.”
She spoke lightly, her evident nonchalance proof of her interest.
Raising a brow in surprise, Fuji tilted his head. “Oh? And how is that?”
“I miss Yuuta so, Shuusuke.” Yumiko nodded toward the tennis courts, her manner entirely too off-hand to be anything other than carefully constructed. “Wouldn’t it be fun to entertain a guest tonight?”
Following his sister’s gaze, Shuusuke glanced casually toward the courts where Momoshiro, Kikumaru and Kawamura were gawking and not bothering to pretend to be doing otherwise. Oishi and Kaidoh seemed to be having a conversation, though neither were looking at one another while they talked, and Inui scribbled furiously in a notebook - seemingly completely oblivious.
Tezuka and Echizen were as unaware of their teammates as they tended increasingly to be as of late. Not that Fuji could particularly blame them -it was common knowledge that no excitement could rival that of restringing a tennis racket.
“A guest? For dinner, do you mean?”
Looping a strand of satiny hair around her forefinger, Yumiko twirled it idly and spared not a glance for the boys on the courts. “Well, I suppose so, yes. Mother and Father are taking dinner in the city and Yuuta won’t be home until Saturday morning. The house does seem so lonely when everyone is gone, doesn’t it, Shuusuke?”
Nodding faintly, Fuji considered an evening of entertaining and wondered if that meant Yumiko would be spending time in the kitchen that evening. If so, the odds that she would don her frilly, fitted apron were good and Fuji smiled, in spite of his intention to appear indifferent.
“Indeed it does,” he agreed. “Did you have someone in particular in mind, Nee-san?”
She shrugged, demurring for a moment. “Perhaps.”
Letting her glance skip over the boys assembled on the courts, she smiled finally. “The tall one, there? What do you think, Shuusuke?”
Completely instinctively, Fuji stiffened, his gaze automatically drifting toward Kawamura, who blushed and lifted his fingers in a casual wave when he noticed Fuji’s eyes on him. In spite of himself, Fuji returned his teammate’s smile, his expression softening a bit until he remembered what he’d been discussing with his sister.
“Do you mean Taka-san, Nee-san?” His tone was indication enough that he wasn’t feeling especially charitable in regards to his sister’s thinly veiled interest, though Yumiko waved his words away.
“No, no. The other tall one. The one with the glasses. Inui-kun, is it?”
Only barely able to conceal his amusement, Fuji linked his fingers behind his back and rocked on his heels. “Ah, yes. Inui-kun. I could extend the invitation if you like, Nee-san.”
Tapping her elegantly turned pump on the concrete, Yumiko’s smile would have been enough to have most normal men hanging onto their balls in abject fear and self-preservation. To a group of hormone-driven teenage boys, however, it was the veritable smile of an angel.
“I do believe I would, Shuusuke. I’ll take care of dinner. You take care of the guest.”
Bending to place Fuji’s bento on the sidewalk at her feet, Yumiko rose slowly, smoothing her skirt down again when she straightened. “See you at 5?”
“As you wish, Nee-san,” he agreed. “And thank you again.”
As she walked away, hips swinging like a pendulum, she laughed and called back over her shoulder, “It was my pleasure, Shuusuke. Do have a good lunch.”
Inside the bento, when Fuji sat down for lunch, were a small container of yakisoba and a single red rose. There was a small note beneath it, which read:
Careful with your fingertips, Shuusuke. You bleed so easily.
She hadn’t bothered to remove the thorns. But then, Fuji reasoned, she never did.
***
Standing just outside the school’s front entrance, Fuji glanced at his watch and lamented the fact that he would be unable to escort Kawamura home this afternoon. They’d begun discussing poetry in the Romantic era and Fuji had high hopes as to what the conversation would eventually lead to.
Today, however, he would be escorting Inui home. His home, in fact - directly through the front door and into his sister’s web. After considering the circumstances and what her intentions likely were, Fuji decided that, yes, she would definitely put the frilly apron to use that afternoon. It was nice to have things to look forward to.
Inui emerged, finally, quite alone and balancing several thick texts that Fuji would have been willing to wager were intended for pleasure reading and not homework. He appeared distracted and flustered and did not seem to notice Fuji posing so perfectly next to the stone benches outside the doorway.
Frowning faintly, Fuji hurried after him, having to take several quick steps to keep up with Inui’s much longer strides.
“Ne, Inui. Are you in a hurry today?”
Glancing over, not appearing to be startled even when he’d obviously overlooked Fuji before, Inui gripped his armful of books tighter and pushed his glasses up. “Ah. Fuji. I am in no particular hurry. You?”
Smiling, making sure to sound a bit out of breath for Inui’s rapid strides, Fuji brushed his teammate’s arm with his own. “Only to catch you.”
Grunting noncommittally, Inui didn’t catch the hint and continued on at his original pace. Fuji marveled, and not for the first time, that Inui could be so completely lacking in social awareness, but still manage to notice things like the way Kikumaru’s breath smelled different when he switched toothpastes and how Kaidoh was 42.8% more likely to be in a bad mood when he wasn’t wearing his favorite ankle socks.
“Why me? I thought you walked home with Kawamura these days,” he said, his tone suggesting that he couldn’t have cared less and only noticed those sorts of things because it was his responsibility to know everything about everybody.
“Well,” Fuji began, sticking close to Inui’s side. “I do, usually. But I wanted to talk to you today, Inui. If you could, for just a moment, pretend that we are not competing in a marathon and have no real place to hurry off to.”
Inui faltered then, blushing faintly as he realized he’d just received a lesson in social grace from his teammate. His nose twitched and he rubbed at it absently with the palm of his hand before pushing up his glasses again. “Sorry, Fuji. I suppose my mind was wandering. Did you have something you wished to discuss with me?”
Standing before Inui, tipping his chin up to smile disarmingly at him, Fuji lay a familiar hand on Inui’s forearm. “Since you’re not previously engaged, would you like to come over for dinner?”
The sunlight caught Inui’s glasses when he inclined his head. “Tonight?”
Fuji tilted his head, much in the same manner that his sister had done previously that day and Inui swallowed hard past the sudden lump in his throat.
“Of course, tonight. Are you free? My sister and I should very much like to have you as our guest.”
“What of the rest of your family, Fuji? Perhaps my presence would be…”
Fuji shook his head, effectively interrupting Inui. It was rude, he knew, but manners were overrated when one was as aesthetically pleasing as Fuji knew he was. “Your presence would be very much appreciated, Inui. Nee-san and I will be quite alone and were simply interested in dining with a companion this evening.”
Seeing no polite way to refuse - particularly since he’d been led to reveal his absence of plans before Fuji had even extended his invitation, Inui nodded perfunctorily and shifted his armload of books again. “In that case, thank you, Fuji. I would very much enjoy dining with you and your sister tonight.”
Obviously pleased, and truly relieved that he would not be returning home alone and unsuccessful, Fuji reached to take a couple of Inui’s textbooks, wrapping his arms around them and holding them close to his chest. With his bangs obscuring his eyes and his lips curved in that sweet, benign smile, Inui could let himself pretend that Fuji was just another unassuming, sweet-natured schoolgirl who was happy to have Inui’s attention for a moment.
He did that with all of his teammates, truthfully. It was a little game he played sometimes when he was bored in the clubhouse.
Turning to set off on the path ahead, Fuji called back to Inui. “This way, Inui.”
Finding no witty retort available to him, Inui had no choice but to follow. He consoled himself with the knowledge that Kaidoh was not present to witness Fuji Shuusuke calling him to heel like a well-trained hound. He had no reason - no excuse - to offer in the event that anyone were nearby to witness his silent obedience.
It occurred to Inui that he should probably make one ready. Just in case.
***
Yumiko’s disdain for The Chocolates - and their irritatingly cheerful music - did not prevent her from enjoying their latest video when it came on TV. With the television muted, she was free to watch the four girls bounce around innocuously - all short skirts and pigtails - and not feel as though she were sacrificing valuable brain cells. Paramount in her thoughts, in any event, was the knowledge that Shuusuke would be arriving home soon. That he might return home alone never entered into Yumiko’s realm of possibilities. She had her eye on Inui Sadaharu and she had no doubt that her darling brother would deliver the goods.
With a quick glance at the clock hanging over the sink, she tightened the strings of her apron. Yumiko knew how much Shuusuke loved that particular apron and how he snuck little glances at her when she wore it tied so tightly. In addition, her button-up shirt and knee length skirt were perfectly tailored. There were absolutely no visible lines to reveal her underwear beneath her clothes, but that was likely because she’d foregone underwear altogether.
As she began arranging the puff cakes onto a decorated plate, she heard Shuusuke’s key in the lock. Turning to face the two boys when they entered the kitchen, Yumiko smiled sweetly.
“Nee-san. Sorry we’re late - there was a crowd near the park,” Fuji said, somewhat apologetic as he lay his bag in the floor and then took Inui’s for good measure. He did not remove Inui’s coat, as he - quite correctly - assumed that Yumiko would prefer to handle that.
With just a few steps, Yumiko was at his classmate’s side, delicate fingers already curling around Inui’s collar. “Ne, Inui-kun, won’t you feel more comfortable out of this jacket?”
“Ah…no, thank you, Fuji-san,” Inui murmured, low, smooth voice hiding the level of unease that he’d begun to experience the moment Fuji Shuusuke had ushered him inside the house. Beneath his jacket, he wore a thin, white t-shirt. Inui much preferred a stuffy school uniform to being half-dressed in a room with two Fujis.
Taking her time in withdrawing, Yumiko bowed her head in acknowledgement. “Very well, Inui-kun.”
Turning to her brother, she tilted her head beguilingly. “Shuusuke? Do you require assistance?”
Ducking his head to hide his amusement, Fuji made some soft sound and shrugged out of his jacket himself. “Thank you, Nee-san, no.”
Inui stared, watching Fuji slip out of his blazer, wondering why he looked so different. He’d seen his teammate in various states of undress more times than he could accurately number and, somehow, looking at him now, Inui realized that he’d never taken the time to adequately appreciate Fuji’s delicate beauty.
Face immediately blushing scarlet, Inui also realized that he’d never actually considered his friend ‘beautiful’ at all. Sneaking a glance at Yumiko, chest thrust out enticingly as she retied the bow at her back, Inui was thankful that he’d not allowed Fuji’s sister to tempt him out of his blazer.
He might very well become erect during the course of dinner.
“Ah…Fuji-kun, should we sit?” He wondered, motioning toward the table that Yumiko had so tastefully set. It was forward to ask to be seated, Inui knew, but no less so than standing around the Fuji’s living room with the beginnings of an erection straining his black dress pants.
Nodding once, Fuji toed out of his shoes - belatedly - and Inui led them toward the dining room. Yumiko followed behind, eyes on Inui’s bottom, regretfully hidden beneath thick, black fabric. Whoever had designed the boys’ uniform had been sorely lacking in imagination.
In the center of the table, on flat, thin plates, was assorted Sashimi with radish. Beside each plate were small bowls of rice and miso soup.
As he took his seat at the end of the table, Inui adjusted his glasses. “I didn’t imagine you would be such a traditionalist, Fuji-san,” he said to Yumiko, feeling as though he’d chosen a good seat when neither of the Fujis could sit directly beside him.
Bending to take the seat to Inui’s right, Yumiko smiled politely at him, not missing the way his gaze strayed to the neckline of her shirt. “Please - call me Yumiko.”
Reddening faintly, Inui tensed when Yumiko removed the apron - taking her time and making a show of it. “Yumiko-san…”
Fuji’s fingertips were light across the back of Inui’s neck when he passed behind him to take his seat at Inui’s left. “Don’t let her fool you, Inui,” he began, voice light. “She’s as progressive a woman as you’ve ever met.”
Hands folded in his lap, willing his gaze away from Yumiko’s cleavage, Inui nodded once. He really had no idea how he was expected to respond.
Picking up her spoon, rubbing the curved edge along her bottom lip, Yumiko seemed to consider Fuji a moment. “A real gentleman allows a lady to maintain her mystery, Shuusuke.”
Eyes steely with challenge, though the smile on his lips was all pleasure, Fuji leaned in close. Though his voice was low, Inui was privy to every exchange.
“A gentleman would, in that case, caution his lady against giving away too much of her intentions too soon.”
Laying down her spoon in favor of a crystal cordial glass, Yumiko sipped the sweet liquid - smile never faltering - and stared her brother down. Not to be outdone, Fuji lifted his own glass to his sister before taking a slow sip. “You look beautiful.”
Inui watched, transfixed, as Yumiko leaned to top Fuji’s glass off. “You flatter me, brother.”
Fuji slid his rice close, picking up his chopsticks and lowering his eyes. “Truth is not flattery,” he said.
Yumiko sipped her soup and Fuji licked delicately at his chopsticks. Inui felt his throat tighten. “Itadaikimasu,” he offered weakly, and lifted his spoon. He couldn’t have said for certain, but he thought he heard the softest chuckle from Fuji’s direction. That he might have imagined it made him feel unstable; that he did not imagine it made him incredibly self-conscious.
“Where is your younger brother, Fuji?” He asked, desperate for conversation that did not center around riddles and vague flirtations.
“Yuuta is away until tomorrow. He typically spends as much time away from the house as he can.”
Surprisingly enough, there was nothing in Fuji’s tone of voice to give away his feelings on the subject of his brother’s absence. Inui knew, from past experience, that the Fuji clan was closer than most families, though Yuuta had sometimes seemed anxious under his brother’s watchful, protective eye. Though he’d never admit it, Inui had always wondered if perhaps Yuuta was right to feel uneasy. Inui could certainly relate.
“Mm,” he responded. In his place, Kawamura or Oishi would probably have apologized, but Inui could see no real sorrow in it. Additionally, Inui knew Fuji well enough to know that empty felicitations were never a necessary thing.
“Inui-kun,” Yumiko said brightly, refilling her glass from the dark bottle that sat in the middle of the table. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Brows drawn in concentration, Inui appeared more concerned with the alignment of vegetables on his plate than with Yumiko’s overly familiar questions. After a moment, when the food on his plate was arranged to his liking, Inui shook his head once. “Not really,” he finally responded. Briefly, he wondered if what he did with Kaidoh could be considered ‘seeing’ and somehow doubted it. If Kaidoh were aware of Inui’s scrutiny, perhaps he might have answered differently. As things were, however…“School and tennis keep me busy.”
Turning his attention to the remainder of his soup, Inui fell silent as Yumiko and Fuji spoke to one another - telepathically - across the table. After a moment, he felt someone’s toes nudging his own beneath the table. Faltering for only a second, Inui bent his head again, careful to remain poised over his bowl so as not to make a mess. If he ignored it, perhaps it would go away. It wasn’t until he felt another set of toes - from the opposite direction - nudging his own that he realized it was not going to go away. They were not going to go away.
Inui felt warm, flushed, and wondered if perhaps Fuji’s sister had drugged his soup. When he felt Fuji’s sock-clad toes sliding along his instep, however, Inui knew that - drugged or not - he’d been asked here for the sole purpose of seduction. It made him nervous. How could be expected to seduce two people when he’d never really even seduced one before?
Setting his spoon down, Inui straightened, though he kept his gaze straight ahead. “Fuji?”
“Yes, Inui?”
“Is that your foot touching my foot?”
There was a pause, heavy with hidden meaning and non-so-hidden amusement. “It is.”
“And yours, Yumiko-san?” He asked, voice even though his stomach was doing flip-flops.
“What of it, Inui-kun?” She asked, voice dropping to that low, toe-curling purr that seemed to wrap snugly around Inui’s cock and tug. “Do you object?”
Her question gave Inui pause. Did he object? Was there any plausible reason why he should? Watching Yumiko as she stared him down, those long, painted fingernails toying with the buttons of her shirt, Inui was hard-pressed to think of even one.
Pushing away from the table, just enough that her legs were visible to the boys seated at the table, Yumiko held Inui’s gaze and spread her legs.
Inui froze. Fuji smiled and lay his spoon down. “Full already, Nee-san?”
Cocking her head, even as she released one more button on her shirt, Yumiko licked her lips absently. “No, Ototou-chan. Not quite yet.”
Laying his chopsticks aside, Fuji rose quietly. From the corner of his eye, Inui noticed that his plate and glass were empty. Somehow, Fuji had managed to unnerve Inui, silently encourage his sister in a rather blatant flirtation, and still polish off his sashimi and wine with very little fanfare. Inui wondered how long he’d been sitting there, trying to ignore both their friendly game of footsie and Yumiko’s cleavage.
Standing behind his sister, Fuji rested his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently while they attempted to pin Inui with a look that was entirely too similar for any measure of comfort. He lay down his chopsticks, as though acknowledging that dinner was done, but he asked no questions and gave no indication that he was at all unnerved. Deductive reasoning suggested that weakness or uncertainty was like a red flag to a Fuji.
“Inui,” Fuji began, thumb brushing along the graceful column of his sister’s neck. “I suppose it’s become rather obvious as to why we asked you here tonight.”
Picking up his napkin, wiping his fingertips against the fine linen, Inui frowned. “I only wonder why you’d go to the trouble.”
He didn’t, though. Not really. Subterfuge and games that no one outside of their family would understand seemed to be tried and true controls in a Fuji experiment.
Fuji shrugged lightly, thumbing open another of Yumiko’s buttons. Inui watched, eyes narrowed behind his glasses, as Fuji’s graceful fingertips smoothed the edges of his sister’s blouse. The button that he had not released strained to support Yumiko’s breasts and Inui’s breath caught.
“Nee-san likes to play,” he said lightly, as though it should be obvious.
Unblinking, Inui watched Fuji’s fingers stray tantalizingly close to the soft, pale skin of his sister’s breasts and, after a bit, he asked, “And what about you?”
Petting Yumiko’s hair, curling strands around his fingers, Fuji offered Inui that self-satisfied, barely-there smile, and slid his hands down to cup his sister’s breasts. Yumiko lifted her chin, lips parted on a breathy sigh, and Inui tensed - he was fully erect.
“Shuusuke likes to watch,” Yumiko whispered, gasping when Fuji rubbed her nipples through her blouse. “You don’t mind…do you, Inui-kun?”
Mind? That he was being allowed to witness this was a fortunate turn of events in and of itself. That he would likely be expected to participate was enough to short-circuit his brain.
Fuji bent to nuzzle Yumiko’s neck, teasing her through her shirt, but apparently not ready to release that last button and spread the fabric aside. Laying his napkin aside and scooting his chair back to stand, Inui was surprised at Fuji’s obvious level of ease and enjoyment. Truly, he hadn’t ever imagined Fuji harboring any interest in women.
Moving around the edge of the table, Inui stood - rather awkwardly - and simply watched. Fuji whispered into his sister’s ear and, lifting his gaze to Inui’s, he didn’t move away when Yumiko began to inch her skirt up along her thighs.
“What do you like, Inui-kun?” Yumiko asked, arching her back as her skirt cleared mid-thigh.
Like? Inui watched them, studying them, absently wondering if they hadn’t waylaid Yuuta this way - tricking him into all manner of illicit sexual acts and forcing him to seek refuge in another district, entirely. This, however, Inui could not relate to. Running away was nowhere near as compelling as finding out how long it would it take for Yumiko to hike that skirt up just a few inches more.
Even so, he was hard pressed to give voice to his desires. Inui had a feeling that he would like whatever these two handed him.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, pushing up his glasses and wishing for his notebook.
Reaching to tug Yumiko’s skirt up enough to reveal precisely what both boys had been waiting to see, Fuji fixed his piercing gaze on Inui and slid his palm along the inside of his sister’s thigh. “I think I can guess, ne, Inui?”
Taking an instinctive step forward, Inui made some soft, interested sound. Fuji took his hand, guiding it to rest against Yumiko’s ribs - just under her right breast. “I’ll tell you what to do.”
Nodding absently, Inui took in the sight of Yumiko’s long, bare legs, the shadow between them, and slid his hand up to cup her breast. His hand was bigger than Fuji’s and less controlled. He squeezed a bit too tightly and Yumiko whimpered, spreading her knees further apart.
Brows furrowed in concentration, Inui dropped to his knees before her, holding and kneading her breast, wanting very much to see them bared. Tilting her hips up, Yumiko lifted one foot to rest on Inui’s knee, silently urging him forward. Tentatively, he slid his palms along Yumiko’s thighs and glanced up in time to watch Fuji thumb the last button open. She moaned when Fuji eased the fabric aside and he was barely cognizant of his teammate’s hand at the back of his neck, guiding him forward.
His lips against Yumiko’s nipples was one of the most surreal experiences of Inui’s life and when he parted his lips to taste them with his tongue, he closed his eyes. With Yumiko’s hands at his shoulders and Fuji’s fingertips light at the back of his neck, Inui wondered if he would be asked to involve himself further in Yumiko’s pleasure or if it would acceptable for him to just go ahead and come in his pants. He didn’t feel comfortable exposing himself, though he imagined he’d suffer the awkwardness if it meant he might get to fuck Fuji’s sister.
“Touch her,” Fuji urged him on in that deceptively sweet voice, “She’s waiting, Inui.”
Waiting? Inui understood waiting, but was she waiting solely for him? Kaidoh must never find out about this night, Inui knew, which meant that he would be unable to discuss it with Kikumaru.
Yumiko shifted, hooking one leg around Inui’s back and pulling him closer to her. His cock jerked inside his shorts and he grunted when the fabric stuck to the crown of his erection. Having watched more pornographic videos than would ever be acceptable to admit, Inui had been prepared for the way she would look. What was becoming even more difficult to ignore was the way she smelled. Musky and mysterious, yet still sweet, Inui could smell Yumiko’s excitement - and it was infinitely different from that of man’s.
Slowly, as though he intended to imprint every moment of this interaction into his brain, he gripped Yumiko’s leg - just behind the knee - and draped it over his shoulder.
Pressing a kiss to his sister’s neck, Fuji moved away when she slid down a little in the chair and tilted her hips accommodatingly. It had never occurred to him that Inui would take such initiative and he was unprepared for the way it caused him to view Inui. Even faced with a potentially embarrassing situation, Inui approached it as he approached any unknown: with careful analytical interest and detached reasoning. Fuji was very interested in discovering how such tactics worked when faced with a generous amount of raw, teenaged lust.
Turning his head to rub his cheek against her breasts, Inui practically purred when she slid her fingers through his unruly hair. He wondered what Yumiko would think of him if she knew how many hours he’d spent fantasizing about Kaidoh Kaoru. In the end, he reasoned that he could hardly be blamed for his indecision when he’d never had the opportunity to do any of the filthy, unacceptable things he frequently daydreamed about. Additionally, Yumiko-san obviously had sex with her brother, so he didn’t imagine that she was in any position to pass judgments of any kind.
He groaned when his fingers found the place he sought, encouraged by the slippery warmth against rough, blunt fingertips. “Like this,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.
As Fuji knelt beside Inui, he realized that he was rather proud of Inui. He couldn’t imagine any of his teammates taking his sister in hand quite so well as Inui was managing. Not even Momoshiro, who’d once told Kikumaru that he would pay for the privilege of watching Yumiko-san in her bath.
Fuji watched, admiring the curve of his sister’s buttocks when Inui bunched her skirt up around her waist and slid two fingers into her. From the way Yumiko gasped and the expression on Inui’s face, Fuji imagined it hadn’t been intentional. When Inui realized that she was not only happy to accommodate him, but that she could probably take more, he licked his lips and did it again.
Yumiko moaned, arching in the chair and wishing that she had the room to stretch out and allow Inui all the freedom he might have liked. If she were going to be honest, though, some part of her quite enjoyed watching him attempt to plan his next move with so limited a range.
“Sadaharu-kun,” she breathed, trailing her toes up along his back to perch her foot on his shoulder. “That feels nice.”
Fuji watched Inui’s expression shift and knew that Yumiko’s words had been perfectly calculated. Fuji imagined that Inui wouldn’t want nice. Inui would want mindless.
He gripped her hips, leaning forward, and Fuji was not prepared for the sudden sharp spike of lust that he experienced when Inui bent his head to Yumiko and to lick and suck at her.
The little sound of surprise she made very quickly became a low, needy moan to tremble at her lips and it was without a bit of shame that she draped both legs over Inui’s shoulders to hold him in place.
After only a moment he withdrew, taking off his glasses and handing them to Fuji, barely sparing his teammate a glance before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and returned to the task at hand.
Yumiko cried out again when Inui put his mouth on her and when his tongue found that place that she’d been so certain he’d never manage to locate, she turned her head and met her brother’s gaze through half-lidded eyes.
“Shuusuke…can you…would you…?”
It required very little movement on Fuji’s part to shift closer to Inui, even less to lift his hand and place it just at Inui’s back. He could feel the heat of the other boy’s skin through his blazer and Fuji wondered if Inui would allow the intimacy he was about to introduce.
Tugging at Inui’s shirt, pulling the ends free of his pants, Fuji found that he rather liked the feel of Inui’s taut, smooth belly beneath his palms. Inui grunted, in absent acknowledgement of Fuji’s touch, but he did not shy away. Instead, he turned his head to suck at the inside of Yumiko’s thigh, distracted for only a moment before slipping two fingers into her again.
Even knowing that she didn’t have much room to work with, Yumiko could not keep still. Writhing against the chair, she tugged at Inui’s hair, grabbed at his shoulders and was minutes away from demanding that Inui get up there and give her what he’d been invited for.
Fuji’s fingers were nimble at Inui’s belt and zipper and he held his friend’s gaze unflinchingly when he felt along the front of Inui’s shorts. Inui’s eyes were direct and, surprisingly, rather pretty at such close distance.
Fuji slipped his hand into Inui’s shorts and wrapped his fingers snugly around him. “I assume this is still okay.”
Inui’s eyelashes fluttered a little when Fuji began to work his shorts and pants over his hips and he raised up a bit. His sudden movement changed the angle of his wrist and when he continued to finger Yumiko in that maddeningly slow, exploratory manner of his, she gripped the base of the chair and tossed her head. “Please,” she murmured, wanting to save this magnificent, impending orgasm until Inui Sadaharu was buried inside her as far as he could go.
Inui stroked her, placating and yet unbelievably aroused, and spoke in hushed whispers to Fuji. “But you…?”
Ripping the plastic package efficiently, Fuji shook his head a little, smiling and appearing somewhat bashful. “I only like to watch, Inui-kun. Remember?”
So saying, he rolled the condom over Inui’s cock and rubbed his belly once more, as though in apology for being unable - or unwilling - to experiment with him. It was unnecessary, however, as Inui had never imagined that he would find himself in this type of situation with any of his teammates and, as such, held no expectations.
He nodded, turning his attention back to Yumiko. “Yumiko-san,” he began, voice rough and hands trembling. There was no educational interest in this.
Yumiko squirmed a bit, finally grabbing Inui’s shirt to haul herself forward and when she slid off the chair to straddle his lap, Inui wrapped his arms around her waist and bumped his head on the table.
He grimaced, though his hands strayed immediately to her ass - lifting and kneading - and just before she took his mouth in the kind of kiss she’d been withholding all evening, she murmured, “Sorry.”
Oh, but then she was on him, around him, spreading her thighs on either side of his and he was sinking into her slowly. Any polite reassurance he’d been about to offer was lost in the snug fit of her body against his. She moaned, bucking her hips once or twice when the rough fabric of Inui’s school blazer brushed against her nipples.
She glanced over, noticed her brother already isolating himself - withdrawing as he always did when the proceedings reached this point - and she reached out her hand to him. “Shuusuke.”
He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward to take her hand, draping his other arm around Inui’s shoulders when he drew close enough to touch. Inui was tall and powerful - Fuji could not deny that he enjoyed touching him. He touched Inui’s temple, his spiky, messy hair and listened to the beautiful sounds his sister made. He smiled a little, leaning in to kiss her mouth - unsurprised when she parted her lips for him and enticed him to deepen the kiss.
As active a participant as Shuusuke was in the early stages of the game, Yumiko was accustomed to his inevitable withdrawal towards the end. He would back away, withdrawing emotionally though he would stay to watch until all had been said and done. Yumiko suspected he acted out of an interest in her safety more than anything else since he would make his exit as soon as the game was done. Sometimes Yumiko followed him, poised to listen just outside his door, and discovered that he was not as unmoved by their games as she’d initially suspected. Once he was alone, he spared no time in relieving his arousal and Yumiko was not hurt to discover that she was not the star of his fantasies. Once or twice she’d heard him call out for the boy he played doubles with and more than once she’d heard Yuuta’s name emerge from Shuusuke’s lips in that strangled, hushed voice.
As she tilted her head now, though, encouraging him with throaty whimpers and soft sighs, Yumiko was made happy to find that he could do this before someone new - kiss her and derive pleasure from it.
Shuusuke was very good at this sort of thing and his lips - so warm and firm - coaxed her tongue into his mouth without seeking to overpower her in order to gain the upper hand.
Against his lips, fingertips threading through the silky hair at the back of her brother’s neck, Yumiko whispered to Inui, “Don’t you want to kiss my brother, Inui-kun?”
She rode Inui fluidly, holding both boys close to her without breaking her rhythm and made a soft, happy sound when Fuji took the hint and nosed at the corner of Inui’s mouth. His lips were flushed and full, sticky and musky from his earlier activities and Fuji closed his eyes when Inui tilted his head to kiss him tentatively. Tracing the seam of Inui’s lips with the tip of his tongue, Fuji hummed his approval, tasting Yumiko when he pushed his tongue past Inui’s lips and took the sort of kiss he’d never taken from Yumiko. Always passive when it came to physical advances, Fuji was only ever this aggressive with men.
Yumiko closed her eyes and would have smiled if Inui hadn’t been nudging that spot inside her with every single upstroke. So chivalrous - her Shuusuke.
“Oh…” she gasped, tugging at the back of Fuji’s hair and seeking kisses from whoever would give them. At one point, she was kissing the both of them and wishing that Inui would have taken the initiative to do to Shuusuke what Shuusuke had done to him. Soon, though, it was too much and there was no room for regret and no room for plotting and planning and she threw her head back in unrestrained pleasure.
Inui held her tighter and it was against her neck that he buried his face - his breath damp and hot when he muffled his pleasure there. Fuji clung to them both, palms sliding over tensed and trembling muscles and he watched Inui’s expression, able to ascertain the precise moment he found his own release.
Limp in Inui’s embrace, Yumiko clung to him for only a moment. It amused Fuji that his sister was able to maintain her dignity during a dismount, even as she tugged her skirt down modestly.
He smiled, watching her button her shirt and take a seat primly. “Quite warm in here,” she said to whomever might be listening. Fuji only nodded and rose to offer Inui a hand. They were silent for a moment, Yumiko refilling her glass while Inui rearranged his uniform. He had not removed the condom and Fuji had not asked if perhaps he might wish to.
Soon enough, the silence edged just into uncomfortable and Fuji cleared his throat softly. “Can you stay for dessert, Inui?” He asked, glancing at the clock. It was just past seven.
Risking a glance at Yumiko, looking away when she did not meet his gaze, Inui bent to retrieve his glasses - feeling much more normal as he settled them upon the bridge of his nose. “Ah…no, Fuji, thank you. I should probably be going.”
With a sigh of contentment, Yumiko flashed both boys a little smile. “It was lovely to have you, Inui-kun. Perhaps you’ll join us again sometime.”
Nodding perfunctorily, Inui bowed once and strode quickly into the next room. Fuji waited to see if his sister would meet his gaze. When she did not, he followed Inui, barely able to reach the front door before his teammate could open it himself.
“See you tomorrow, Inui,” he murmured.
Inui nodded again. “Aa. Thank you, Fuji.”
In a matter of minutes, Inui had disappeared into the evening and just as Fuji was about to close the door again and make the trek upstairs to shower, the familiar, scuffling sound of trainers against concrete caught his attention.
Standing at the bottom of the steps, Yuuta looked up at his brother with a guarded expression, sheepish for his early arrival. “Did I miss dinner?”
Fuji smiled a little, stepping back to allow Yuuta room to enter. “No, we saved you some.”
As Yuuta passed by, Fuji took his duffel from him and wrapped both arms around it. “Yuuta?”
Pausing to glance over his shoulder, not quite as irritated as he typically appeared to Fuji, Yuuta blinked. “Huh?”
Fuji smiled. “Your shoelace is broken.”
Making an exasperated sound, Yuuta grinned and hurried into the kitchen, all long limbs and eager teenage appetite. Fuji closed the door.
***
Inui frowned at his mobile. His service was increasingly proving to be inferior and he turned up the volume as he listened to one ring bleed into the next. Finally, there was a click and the ringing ceased.
“Ah, Tezuka. I was wondering if perhaps you were free this evening. I’ve just left Fuji’s house after having dinner with him and Yumiko-san and I really need to speak to you about…”
Click.
“Tezuka?”
Inui shook his phone and adjusted the volume. “Tezuka?”
With a sigh, Inui turned left at the intersection, toward his house and away from Tezuka’s. Absently, he hit the one button he’d designated for speed dial. If he didn’t talk about this with someone, he was going to explode. Or worse, find himself on Kaidoh’s front porch, confessing something that Kaidoh would probably push him out and slam the door in his face for daring to speak of.
“Hello?”
Almost immediately relaxing, Inui gripped the phone tighter, knowing that he would be able to talk for as long as he wanted to.
“Kikumaru,” he said by way of greeting and the smile the other boy wore was evident in the way he spoke.
“Hoi, Inui, how’s it going?”
“Fine, fine.” He paused, knowing that he was about to impose, but also knowing that Kikumaru wouldn’t mind it so much. He was a good listener. “Are you available?”
He waited patiently, listening to Kikumaru babble at Oishi for nearly a full minute before he was back, lips pressed to the phone, speaking too loudly and too quickly and relaying all that he felt Inui should know about their plans for the coming evening - they were having cookies and Oishi was spending the night - “But yeah, we’ll be up late, so come on over!”
It was going to be a long night.
~fin~