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Time Started: 11:45 PM 2/28/07
Time Completed: 03:48 PM 4/8/07
A/N: First Hyoutei trio fic. For Pot Exchange. Maybe the longest one-shot fic I’ve ever written. Written while listening to Velvet by Alice Nine.
It had started when they’d all graduated from middle school and moved on to the Hyoutei senior high. Shishido, Atobe supposed had been in a delicate state because he was leaving Ohtori behind with Hiyoshi that sly fox.
As for Oshitari, it wasn’t the first time he’d been intimately acquainted with Atobe Keigo’s body. The first being way back when Shishido had lost his Regulars position, Yuushi, never one to pass up an opportunity for sex took advantage of Atobe’s distress.
Shishido thought it was the perfect way for Atobe to keep tabs on the people he cared too much to let go of. Atobe in some ways was still the stereotypical snobby rich kid who refused to share with others. The solution was their three way relationship where Atobe could have the best of both worlds.
Typical.
Despite Atobe’s (unfounded) worries that once Ohtori and Hiyoshi joined the other regulars in high school, Shishido had no urge to kindle that sort of relationship with his doubles partner. Furthermore, Ohtori had Hiyoshi who wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Oshitari, that bastard, found Atobe’s worries amusing, cute even. Atobe couldn’t fathom the tensai’s unwavering trust in their shared boyfriend. Yuushi put it into simpler terms for his captain.
“Why should he go running back to Ohtori when he’s got all he needs right here.”
Shishido rolled his eyes and in a rare moment of perspicacity had wisely stayed out of the conversation, even though it was about him and going on in front of him.
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Shishido yawned as he made his way to his favorite lunch spot under a gargantuan oak tree situated on the fringes of the campus. It was a beautiful day to sit outside with some curry bread and laze away his lunch hour, perhaps even take a nap.
But alas it was not to be for Shishido as he usual area of Zen had been invaded by Atobe and Oshitari. Ryou gave up on finding another spot, he’d already been spotted. He took to resignedly sitting down on the (designer) picnic blanket and warily eying the huge spread the Atobe had brought with him.
Yuushi, of course had no qualms about mooching off of Atobe. In fact he often made a point of doing it. It took Shishido all the patience he possessed to not demand angrily why his space was being encroached upon.
Atobe smirked and offered him a fine porcelain teacup, which Shishido declined in favor of ripping open the packaging on his bread. Much to Atobe’s dismay.
“That is hardly healthy.”
Shishido ignored him and took his first bite. Heavenly, the brown haired boy took a moment to close his eyes and savor the taste. Which in turn piqued Yuushi’s interest away from the book he was thumbing through.
Atobe in a moment of unrivaled genius offered his friend a dish of strawberries dipped in cream, which Shishido accepted and laved his attentions on.
Shishido and his strawberries were becoming quite an X-rated vision. His little pink tongue darting out to lick off the cream and then his pearly white teeth emerging to take a bite of the ripe fruit the juice dripping down his chin.
This sensory overload was apparently too much for Atobe as he quickly pounced and licked the strawberry nectar before it disappeared under the collar of Shishido’s shirt. He claimed the other boy’s lips and ending up eating the remaining fruit from Shishido’s mouth.
They parted lips with a pop and Atobe smirked and held up another strawberry. Shishido glared.
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Sometimes they just cuddled.
It was rare that all three men were under the same roof at the same time, Shishido being a professional tennis player, Oshitari a doctor, and Atobe who was preparing to take over the family business or as Yuushi dryly put it: the world.
So even though Shishido grumbled when he was forced to sit through one of Yuushi’s epic Bollywood movie nights, he secretly was glad that he could spend time with one of his boyfriends. On the plus side each movie usually ran for about three plus hours and usually meant that Atobe arrived home from whatever the hell he did all day before it was over.
That didn’t stop Shishido from complaining about the absurdity of it all.
“Why the hell do they all know the song and dance and are able to spontaneously burst into it.” He said crankily as he shared a blanket and a huge bowl of popcorn with Yuushi.
“Shh-this is my favorite scene.” The doctor said his eyes never leaving the screen.
Ryou yawned, it was the off-season and doing nothing all day really took it out of him, he leaned his head on Yuushi’s shoulder and yawned. “It’s obvious that they’re going to get back together.” He said critically before yawning again.
The tennis player drifted off to sleep and Oshitari smiled and tucked the blanket tighter around them both and set down the bowl. Shishido moved closer and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist. Yuushi pressed a kiss onto his boyfriend’s hair and continued watching.
That was how Atobe found them, he’d arrived home just in time for the elaborate and exquisite dance finale at the end of the movie, Shishido and Oshitari curled up together on the couch. Yuushi with the remote still in hand and glasses on his face and Shishido tucked around him with his face nestled in Yuushi’s neck.
Atobe smiled and collapsed onto the couch, tugging at his tie and running a hand through his pristine hair. Shishido blearily opened one eye.
“What are you doing over there?” he asked his voice raspy with drowsiness and his arms still around Oshitari’s waist.
Keigo shucked off his shoes and shared the quilt so he was on the other side of Shishido, who moved over so his head resting on Atobe’s shoulder. “How was work?” Ryou asked quietly, as Atobe ran his fingers through his long hair.
“Exhausting. Every little thing needs my approval.” Atobe murmured placing a kiss on the line of Shishido’s jaw.
“What else is new?” Oshitari said sleepily, rubbing at his eyes.
Atobe and Oshitari shared a lazy kiss over Shishido, who kept one arm firmly wrapped around Atobe and the other around Oshitari.
Yuushi ran his fingers through Shishido’s silky mane and turned his chin for another languid kiss. When they broke part Atobe had moved closer to the other two so Shishido was nearly sitting in his lap.
Atobe stifled a yawn before wrapping his arms around Shishido who in turn was being snuggled by Oshitari on the other side.
“Sweet dreams.”
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It was late-way after afternoon practice had ended and Atobe was exhausted. Kantoku had kept him after to discuss the lineup for the next tournament. Thank god it was Friday, for once Atobe was looking forward to an empty social calendar.
By the time he got to the locker room, the only one there was Shishido who had just gotten out of the shower. Keigo sighed and took in the muscles in Ryou’s back, and the way his shoulders moved when he reached for his shirt. Suddenly he couldn’t take it any longer and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and inhaled the scent of his hair.
Shishido, was hardly surprised, Atobe had made a habit of being entirely too affectionate when no one else was around.
“Can’t it wait until I’m wearing clothes?” he asked wryly.
“No.” Atobe said tersely as he began to kiss down Shishido’s neck.
“Ah! Atobe-Kantoku could walk in!” Ryou exclaimed.
“Let him.”
“Ah!” Shishido gasped as Atobe turned him around and slammed him against the lockers.
“Started without me I see.” Yuushi said, sans glasses and similarly robed as Shishido with a towel slung low on his hips.
Atobe spared him a look before returning his attentions to Shishido, holding his middle and index fingers to his mouth and ordering: “Suck.” Ryou complied submissively as Keigo got rid of the bothersome towel that was the only thing hiding his naked form.
Yuushi dropped the towel and busied himself with the removal of Atobe’s tennis shorts. Shishido wrapped his legs around his captain’s waist as Atobe sheathed himself inside Ryou and pushed him up against the locker.
Oshitari hummed to himself as his removed Keigo’s shorts and ogled the sight of that firm ass.
He inserted two fingers, dry inside his captain, who was always very tight.
Atobe moaned and pressed himself inside of Shishido harder. Oh-suddenly he was feeling stretched as Yuushi filled him with one thrust. Shishido ignored the feeling of being squished as he felt Keigo fill him again and again.
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Atobe, Yuushi surmised had some serious control issues. But Yuushi supposed that was nothing that couldn’t be remedied with prescription medication and expensive retail therapy.
Shishido thought that this was getting a little ridiculous, there was only so much Shishido could take, literally and figuratively before he went insane. Atobe had the weirdest fantasies.
Atobe thought that his fantasies were merely byproducts of his overactive pituitary gland and could remedied if only Shishido would wear that dress.
OWARI
Time Completed: 03:48 PM 4/8/07
A/N: First Hyoutei trio fic. For Pot Exchange. Maybe the longest one-shot fic I’ve ever written. Written while listening to Velvet by Alice Nine.
It had started when they’d all graduated from middle school and moved on to the Hyoutei senior high. Shishido, Atobe supposed had been in a delicate state because he was leaving Ohtori behind with Hiyoshi that sly fox.
As for Oshitari, it wasn’t the first time he’d been intimately acquainted with Atobe Keigo’s body. The first being way back when Shishido had lost his Regulars position, Yuushi, never one to pass up an opportunity for sex took advantage of Atobe’s distress.
Shishido thought it was the perfect way for Atobe to keep tabs on the people he cared too much to let go of. Atobe in some ways was still the stereotypical snobby rich kid who refused to share with others. The solution was their three way relationship where Atobe could have the best of both worlds.
Typical.
Despite Atobe’s (unfounded) worries that once Ohtori and Hiyoshi joined the other regulars in high school, Shishido had no urge to kindle that sort of relationship with his doubles partner. Furthermore, Ohtori had Hiyoshi who wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Oshitari, that bastard, found Atobe’s worries amusing, cute even. Atobe couldn’t fathom the tensai’s unwavering trust in their shared boyfriend. Yuushi put it into simpler terms for his captain.
“Why should he go running back to Ohtori when he’s got all he needs right here.”
Shishido rolled his eyes and in a rare moment of perspicacity had wisely stayed out of the conversation, even though it was about him and going on in front of him.
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Shishido yawned as he made his way to his favorite lunch spot under a gargantuan oak tree situated on the fringes of the campus. It was a beautiful day to sit outside with some curry bread and laze away his lunch hour, perhaps even take a nap.
But alas it was not to be for Shishido as he usual area of Zen had been invaded by Atobe and Oshitari. Ryou gave up on finding another spot, he’d already been spotted. He took to resignedly sitting down on the (designer) picnic blanket and warily eying the huge spread the Atobe had brought with him.
Yuushi, of course had no qualms about mooching off of Atobe. In fact he often made a point of doing it. It took Shishido all the patience he possessed to not demand angrily why his space was being encroached upon.
Atobe smirked and offered him a fine porcelain teacup, which Shishido declined in favor of ripping open the packaging on his bread. Much to Atobe’s dismay.
“That is hardly healthy.”
Shishido ignored him and took his first bite. Heavenly, the brown haired boy took a moment to close his eyes and savor the taste. Which in turn piqued Yuushi’s interest away from the book he was thumbing through.
Atobe in a moment of unrivaled genius offered his friend a dish of strawberries dipped in cream, which Shishido accepted and laved his attentions on.
Shishido and his strawberries were becoming quite an X-rated vision. His little pink tongue darting out to lick off the cream and then his pearly white teeth emerging to take a bite of the ripe fruit the juice dripping down his chin.
This sensory overload was apparently too much for Atobe as he quickly pounced and licked the strawberry nectar before it disappeared under the collar of Shishido’s shirt. He claimed the other boy’s lips and ending up eating the remaining fruit from Shishido’s mouth.
They parted lips with a pop and Atobe smirked and held up another strawberry. Shishido glared.
§§§§§§§§§§§
Sometimes they just cuddled.
It was rare that all three men were under the same roof at the same time, Shishido being a professional tennis player, Oshitari a doctor, and Atobe who was preparing to take over the family business or as Yuushi dryly put it: the world.
So even though Shishido grumbled when he was forced to sit through one of Yuushi’s epic Bollywood movie nights, he secretly was glad that he could spend time with one of his boyfriends. On the plus side each movie usually ran for about three plus hours and usually meant that Atobe arrived home from whatever the hell he did all day before it was over.
That didn’t stop Shishido from complaining about the absurdity of it all.
“Why the hell do they all know the song and dance and are able to spontaneously burst into it.” He said crankily as he shared a blanket and a huge bowl of popcorn with Yuushi.
“Shh-this is my favorite scene.” The doctor said his eyes never leaving the screen.
Ryou yawned, it was the off-season and doing nothing all day really took it out of him, he leaned his head on Yuushi’s shoulder and yawned. “It’s obvious that they’re going to get back together.” He said critically before yawning again.
The tennis player drifted off to sleep and Oshitari smiled and tucked the blanket tighter around them both and set down the bowl. Shishido moved closer and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist. Yuushi pressed a kiss onto his boyfriend’s hair and continued watching.
That was how Atobe found them, he’d arrived home just in time for the elaborate and exquisite dance finale at the end of the movie, Shishido and Oshitari curled up together on the couch. Yuushi with the remote still in hand and glasses on his face and Shishido tucked around him with his face nestled in Yuushi’s neck.
Atobe smiled and collapsed onto the couch, tugging at his tie and running a hand through his pristine hair. Shishido blearily opened one eye.
“What are you doing over there?” he asked his voice raspy with drowsiness and his arms still around Oshitari’s waist.
Keigo shucked off his shoes and shared the quilt so he was on the other side of Shishido, who moved over so his head resting on Atobe’s shoulder. “How was work?” Ryou asked quietly, as Atobe ran his fingers through his long hair.
“Exhausting. Every little thing needs my approval.” Atobe murmured placing a kiss on the line of Shishido’s jaw.
“What else is new?” Oshitari said sleepily, rubbing at his eyes.
Atobe and Oshitari shared a lazy kiss over Shishido, who kept one arm firmly wrapped around Atobe and the other around Oshitari.
Yuushi ran his fingers through Shishido’s silky mane and turned his chin for another languid kiss. When they broke part Atobe had moved closer to the other two so Shishido was nearly sitting in his lap.
Atobe stifled a yawn before wrapping his arms around Shishido who in turn was being snuggled by Oshitari on the other side.
“Sweet dreams.”
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It was late-way after afternoon practice had ended and Atobe was exhausted. Kantoku had kept him after to discuss the lineup for the next tournament. Thank god it was Friday, for once Atobe was looking forward to an empty social calendar.
By the time he got to the locker room, the only one there was Shishido who had just gotten out of the shower. Keigo sighed and took in the muscles in Ryou’s back, and the way his shoulders moved when he reached for his shirt. Suddenly he couldn’t take it any longer and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and inhaled the scent of his hair.
Shishido, was hardly surprised, Atobe had made a habit of being entirely too affectionate when no one else was around.
“Can’t it wait until I’m wearing clothes?” he asked wryly.
“No.” Atobe said tersely as he began to kiss down Shishido’s neck.
“Ah! Atobe-Kantoku could walk in!” Ryou exclaimed.
“Let him.”
“Ah!” Shishido gasped as Atobe turned him around and slammed him against the lockers.
“Started without me I see.” Yuushi said, sans glasses and similarly robed as Shishido with a towel slung low on his hips.
Atobe spared him a look before returning his attentions to Shishido, holding his middle and index fingers to his mouth and ordering: “Suck.” Ryou complied submissively as Keigo got rid of the bothersome towel that was the only thing hiding his naked form.
Yuushi dropped the towel and busied himself with the removal of Atobe’s tennis shorts. Shishido wrapped his legs around his captain’s waist as Atobe sheathed himself inside Ryou and pushed him up against the locker.
Oshitari hummed to himself as his removed Keigo’s shorts and ogled the sight of that firm ass.
He inserted two fingers, dry inside his captain, who was always very tight.
Atobe moaned and pressed himself inside of Shishido harder. Oh-suddenly he was feeling stretched as Yuushi filled him with one thrust. Shishido ignored the feeling of being squished as he felt Keigo fill him again and again.
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Atobe, Yuushi surmised had some serious control issues. But Yuushi supposed that was nothing that couldn’t be remedied with prescription medication and expensive retail therapy.
Shishido thought that this was getting a little ridiculous, there was only so much Shishido could take, literally and figuratively before he went insane. Atobe had the weirdest fantasies.
Atobe thought that his fantasies were merely byproducts of his overactive pituitary gland and could remedied if only Shishido would wear that dress.
OWARI