For crimson-raining

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This is from llamachan, who can't access internet very well. =3

For: crimson-raining
Media: Fic
Request: 1. OT7
Word count: 5384
Rating: NC-17. VERY not worksafe!
Notes: I wanted a challenge, and you gave me one! Enjoy.


"With a rock hard penis in your mouth, you only speak in vowels."

That was one of few thoughts that ran through Tezuka's mind that night-along with his aching knees, and how he ended up sucking off Yukimura in the first place. He glanced over at the pile of tangled, writing bodies next to him and couldn't help but smile as he recounted the events that lead to that single moment.

"Practice is over for the day. See you all tomorrow."

Tezuka heard a muted chorus of thank-yous, and only half-watched as the freshman leapt to the task of clearing the courts. The warm spring day had energized the students, and Tezuka had to note that their shots had seemed sharper; there was more of a willingness to work for their goal of Nationals. He concealed his pride for the team, only preening inwardly and wishing that he could have played through the rest of the tournament, too. He started off towards the locker room to change, but his journey was stopped by an argument between two very familiar voices. He pretended to look busy while he listened.

"I'm not gonna tell him. -You- tell him." Kikumaru's voice was insistent, and surprisingly commanding.

"Eiji..."
"No way, Fujiko!"
"...It's just a party. What's the matter with you?"
"It's just a party." Kikumaru sounded almost mocking. "Look, did you see who invited us? We can't go!"
Fuji sighed. "Eiji. Since when did you turn down parties?"
"Since they were hosted by him!"

As Tezuka drew closer, he could see that his two teammates were poring over a small card. Was that the source of the argument? Kikumaru and Fuji were the most easygoing members of the team; it was odd to see them up in arms about this. And as captain of the team, he had a duty to know exactly what was going on. He coughed, alerting them to his presence.

"Tezuka." Fuji was the first to look up. Kikumaru tried to hide the card from Tezuka's view.

"What's going on here? You're making quite a scene." He exaggerated the last bit, but they had to know the seriousness of the situation that Seigaku was facing. "I won't tolerate this sort of behavior from regulars this close to Nationals."

Kikumaru slipped the card out of his pocket. "This came in the mail today. Fuji has one, too."

Tezuka studied the elegant card, embossed with a family crest and covered with a gracefully written kanji.
The exact same card he had received yesterday.

"Right. Atobe's party. I was invited, too."

"But we can't go, bucho!" Kikumaru looked angry. "He injured you!"

Tezuka held up his hand. "Eiji. Atobe invited us. We should attend." The tone in his voice indicated that the decision had been made. Unlike his teammates, Tezuka saw nothing malicious about the gesture. Atobe and the rest of the Hyotei team had been gracious enough to work with them before the game against Rikkaidai, and had made a good showing at the Junior Invitational.

The experience with Sanada must have changed him, he thought. Atobe proved he could work successfully with a rival to win. Perhaps he's trying to build bridges.

Or was it something else? Tezuka had seen the appraising looks Atobe had given to Fuji and Kikumaru, and had personally felt those eyes burning into his back. He quickly changed his mind.

He -had- to be up to something.

A hand coming to rest on Tezuka's bare shoulder snapped him out of his reverie and back into the present. He didn't respond; too engrossed in his ministrations and Yukimura's appreciative moaning. The hand's owner knelt behind him and slid his arms around his shoulders. Only a brief whisper in Tezuka's ear made him realize it was Atobe who wanted to play with him.
"Aren't you glad I -was- planning something?"

When it came to junior high, Atobe Keigo had the world at his feet. The girls fawned over him, boys envied him, and they clamored for his wealth and tennis prowess. He was, after all, the one who had defeated Seigaku's Tezuka-the juggernaut.

What he would not tell Hyotei, however, was his one carefully concealed secret.

He desired a mate.

A male one.

While a few on his team suspected-Oishitari in particular-they never made mention of it in his presence, for fear of his wrath. However, the one Atobe had most interest in was also more oblivious than Kabaji. Perhaps if he would wake -up- for once!

However, Jiroh wasn't the only one that Atobe had his eye on. After an intense scrutiny of rival teams, he had narrowed his choices down to six. They represented the best of Tokyo's junior high tennis circuit...and he would only accept the best. One question remained, however.

Who was the best of the best? They had all proven themselves on the tennis court, but what about sociably? He had to keep up appearances, after all. That was when he came up with the Plan.

The Plan was engineered to begin after the Junior Invitational, and before Nationals. He would be able to use his family's summer mansion, which happened to also have lovely views in the spring. Most importantly, it would be private. Fortunately, his invitees happened to be rather... secretive people.

Well, except for Kikumaru. But Atobe was sure his teammates would keep him quiet.

If anyone from his team had found out his guest list, they would be amazed that half of his invitees came from Seigaku, since the two schools were mortal enemies. Atobe had to admit that their skills were excellent, and saw nothing wrong with the disproportionate guest list.

The preliminaries were set. The invitations were sent and accepted. And while he wouldn't admit it, he was nervous as hell. While he had heard rumors about his guests, he was unsure if they had any foundation to them. All of the schools had their locker room legends, and Atobe would be ashamed to admit that he had kind of hoped they were true. Not that he would engage in any sort of sex in a locker room-that was unseemly, and too low-class for him.

His staff was instructed to stay as unnoticeable as possible, and were forbidden to even think about going to the second floor. In fact, he was even letting them go early, just in case things went as planned. Everything was perfectly planned, but one thought lingered in his mind-what if he was wrong?

Almost as quickly as that thought appeared, he dismissed it with a wave of his hand. He was young, handsome, and filled with confidence. He -would- win one over, at least one of them! In fact, he would have the pick of the litter.

When the doorbell rang, his confidence was high again.

The first to arrive were the Seigaku trio. As soon as the butler led them out to the back yard, he was ready.

"Atobe," acknowledged Tezuka. Kikumaru just looked away, oddly silent. What was he sulking about, anyway?

...He was cute when he sulked.

But he wasn't sulking -now-. Kikumaru was loud in bed, and with six others joining him, it was almost annoyingly so. He was definitely enjoying riding Sanada, just as he had with Atobe. Atobe had to smile-acrobats were good in bed, particularly when they bottomed. Kikumaru had found his niche.

"Hi," Eiji muttered. His half-hearted greeting was met with a stern look from Tezuka.

It didn't matter what Tezuka said about improving relations with other schools, he was up to something! Eiji had seen enough of Atobe's antics on and off the court to know that he wouldn't schedule this secret gathering without something in mind. And if it was team relations, why were only three of them invited? Shouldn't it be the entire team, or just Tezuka? Why wasn't Fuji more upset about this? Wasn't he angry about the incident, too?

He was uncharacteristically fuming, and not allowed to say a word. It was being a good guest, Fuji told him. But as the three were led through the mansion, Eiji had to wonder if Atobe was just showing off his wealth.

His mood changed a little after his forced greeting. It was a warm spring day, and Atobe's beautifully landscaped yard was the perfect place to view it. He would have preferred playing tennis, of course, but Atobe's private courts were empty, and Oishi wasn't there.

"We're missing a few people," Atobe broke the stony silence. "Three, to be exact."

Eiji breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just a simple gathering. "Who else is coming?"

"Jiroh, for one. But he's probably still sleeping...also, Sanada and Yukimura."

"Wait, from Rikkaidai? They must have traveled a long way..." Fuji mentioned thoughtfully.

"Sanada has relatives here. They're staying with them," Atobe answered, a little too abruptly for Eiji's tastes. How far in advance was this planned?

"That's correct," a deep voice commented behind them. Eiji turned around, slightly surprised at Sanada's sudden approach. He was accompanied by Yukimura, who still looked frail, but very friendly. Eiji knew, however, that behind that sickly appearance lurked an extremely powerful tennis player. He had only heard of Yukimura's prowess, and hoped to one day play him on the court; at least see him play. A battle between him and Tezuka would be incredible to witness.

The last to arrive was Jiroh, still yawning and rubbing his head. Atobe had been right-he was napping again. Eiji turned around and saw that the more comfortable seating had already been filled. There was a plan to keep him up, at least.

What made him the most surprised was the lack of small talk. Usually, something would be being discussed-like tennis, for instance, or at least the reasons why they were there. It was an odd group that Atobe had brought together, and reasons -why- were being demanded, albeit silently.

But first, of course, came the show of Atobe's wealth. The gathering place was of course right next to his large swimming pool, which matched the rest of the impressive mansion perfectly. Another of his butlers (how many did that guy have, anyway?), had brought out wine goblets-unsurprisingly filled with orange juice. Kikumaru remembered seeing Atobe practically live off that stuff at the Junior Invitational training camp.

And with a single snap of his fingers, the butler disappeared.

"You're wondering why I called you all here," Atobe started, getting straight to the point. "It's not a simple reason."

Was that nervousness in his voice? It may have just been his imagination, but Eiji could detect just the tiniest quiver in it.

"I would like to clarify some...rumors that I've heard about all of you."

From the corner of his eye, Eiji could see Yukimura and Sanada exchanging looks.

"About certain relationships."

...Atobe called a secret gathering to discuss different players' girlfriends? Eiji started to interrupt, but was silenced by a look from Tezuka.

"With each other."

"What?!" Eiji burst out of his seat. "Is that why you brought us here?"

"Eiji," Fuji started, but he wouldn't hear any of it.

"For the record, no! I'm not attracted to men! Are you nuts?" He was about to continue on his tirade when he realized that the rest of the group were silent, even nodding along with Atobe.

"...And it's true for all of you?" Eiji was incredulous. How could this happen? And more importantly, how did Atobe know?

"Eiji." This time, Fuji had his full attention. "It's not hard to guess.'

He could feel Fuji's intense stare burning into him. It was rare that Eiji actually saw his eyes, even though they had been best friends for years. And now...now was he saying that he was attracted? Had he just stepped into a parallel universe?

"...And I know you've been attracted to me, too." Fuji leaned in closer, his hair brushing lightly over Eiji's cheek.

"Fujiko?"

"You talk in your sleep."

Eiji could feel himself starting to blush. He had his own little fantasies, but preferred them to stay as that. They had crept into his dreams, sometimes-especially at the various training camps they had attended. But all this coming true was overwhelming.

"But-"

He was quickly cut off by his best friend's kiss.

One of the first things Fuji noted was that Eiji had quickly became the most receptive to Atobe's plan. After the initial pain of taking his virginity, he became receptive to sex, too. It was still on his mind as he kept his arms loosely draped around Yukimura's waist, holding on as Jiroh readied him for his own uke experience.
Their play had become intoxicating.

Eiji stared at him, still bewildered. "Fuji...what did you just do?"

The rest of the group was staring at Fuji open-mouthed. He instantly felt pangs of regret for subjecting his friend to it. But it felt good, just as he imagined! What's there not to like...except for terrifying him within an inch of his life.

"Excuse us," Fuji suddenly nodded apologetically to the group and led Eiji out of earshot. As soon as it was safe, he began to explode.

"Just what were you thinking, Fujiko? Doing that, in front of all these people? You know I don't want to be here, and now everyone's acting crazy and you just up and kiss me and-"

Fuji let him rant, waiting until he ran out of breath. "I'm sorry. Forgive me."

"And I can't believe-huh?"

"I'm sorry, Eiji."

Fuji looked remorseful. Had he ever looked like that before? He tried to keep happy, to keep his teammates going through the rough times. And now he had just horrified his closest friend. "It was stupid, especially right there with everyone watching."

Eiji's face contorted, as if trying to decide what emotion it wanted to convey. "...I guess it's okay. Just don't do it again with all those people around, yeah?"

"I'm sorry, I won't-wait, with all these people around?" Now it was Fuji's turn to be bewildered.

Eiji suddenly found the ground interesting, and mumbled so fast that Fuji had to ask him to repeat it.

"...I kind of liked it, Fujiko."

Fuji was stunned. "Are...are you sure about that?"

"Yeah," he said, finally looking up. "...I did. Do you think that, ah... we could try again?"

"Huh?" It was not often that Fuji was surprised into incoherency, but this was ranking up there as one of the most unexpected events of his life. It took him a few seconds of coughing to regain his voice again. "You want to try again? Right here?"

Eiji simply stepped towards him.

Not too fast, Fuji cautioned himself. Just think strategy.

He closed his eyes and tried again, just a simple peck. It would be wise, he decided, to let Eiji take control of what he wanted to do. He didn't want to lose his friend because he was overzealous in his anticipation of the event.

Fuji calmed slightly when he realized that Eiji's kisses were just as nervous as his. But they felt good, and his body started to relax. He took a little more control; tugging his redheaded friend closer to himself. But it was Eiji's mouth that opened first.

Fuji wasn't surprised to find out that he was all lips and tongue when he kissed. He was, however, mildly embarrassed at the obvious bulge in his pants. He didn't mean to take it that far-

"Fuji?"

"Hm?"

Eiji pointed at his pants. "Can I touch it a little?"

Never in his life had Fuji turned so red. His curiosity overtook him, though. "Y-yeah. If you want."

Even with the permission, Eiji was shy. He brushed over Fuji's muscled chest and sides, not even trying to go under his shirt. It happened to be a good thing-even with Fuji's curiosity, the idea of actually doing it was nerve-wracking. He exchanged touch for touch, not surprised that Eiji was just as muscled as he was.

He could see Eiji literally screwing up his courage to touch, even with Fuji's encouraging nods. He wasn't going to push him away. He kissed Eiji again, and suddenly felt something very nice spreading through his groin.

He was finally being touched there, and while it was still very soft and shy, it was clear that Eiji knew what he was doing. And even tough they weren't really touching, the pleasure and responses his body was making were more intense than any masturbation session.

Fuji's hand slid experimentally down to Eiji's groin, and he was not surprised to see that he also had the beginnings of a hard-on. He squeezed it a little, eliciting a very happy moan. Judging by the darkening blush on Eiji's face and his quickening breath, Fuji was also touching him in the right ways.

He was following up on a crush that he had since their first year, and only wished that he had the courage sooner to ask.

A deep voice suddenly interrupted their play.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

Fuji looked up at the stern Sanada with just the slightest expression of guilt. All the color had drained from Kikumaru's face.

Getting caught was not part of Fuji's plan.

But as Fuji looked over at Kikumaru on top of Sanada, he had to wonder if their capture was planned. Sanada was definitely more experienced than the rest of the group, and he and Yukimura were the ones who helped prepare and relax the others. The placement of his hands on Kikumaru's hips, the timing of his thrusts, even his partner's rhythmic bouncing looked like a dance.

"Do you realize how long you've left the others waiting? That's highly impolite, not to mention dishonorable!"

The very idea of stealing away for a make-out session went against the ideals that Sanada's family had drilled into his head. It wasn't proper, it was irritating, and it annoyed him to no end that he couldn't do the same with Yukimura.
Sanada liked to compare his relationship with his buchou to the Bushido relationships between samurai. He had offered himself to his master in every way possible, and was proud to fight rival schools at Yukimura's side. In his mind, being with another boy wasn't only accepted, it was proper. He would have plenty of time for women and marriage later on; now was the time for him to follow traditions of the past.

"I'm supposed to bring the two of you back. Everyone is wondering where you are."

The two delinquent Seigaku members pried themselves away from each other and carefully straightened their clothing to cover the telltale bulge in their pants. Despite his stern demeanor, Sanada had to chuckle to himself, thinking of some of the stolen kisses he had, and their sudden interruptions-usually by teammates or parents coming into their rooms.

The absolute worst had to be their first time. Sanada had carefully selected a date-Yukimura's birthday- that would insure his family would be out of the house, and Yukimura had told his parents that he was going to be spending the night. Even with making sure that they would be gone, he still put on some music to cover any noises that the neighbors might hear, and made sure that his phone was turned off.

The last measure ended up being his fatal mistake. Their evening had been going very well, and they were both ready to experience sex. Then there was extremely loud banging on the door, almost urgent sounding. Clothes were thrown on, quick kisses were exchanged and Yukimura escaped through the back door.

Of course, it turned out not to be an emergency. The rest of the Rikkaidai regulars had learned from Yukimura's parents that he was over there, and they wanted to surprise him for his birthday. Even the best-laid plans can be laid to waste, but they were able to become lovers a few hours later, and the experience affected Sanada deeply.

...The outcome was quite pleasurable.

"I'm sorry," Fuji apologized, jarring Sanada out of his thoughts. "We were a little carried away."

Sanada nodded, lost in thought as the two quickly straightened up their clothes and brushed themselves off.

"What did we miss, anyway?" Kikumaru ventured.

"A good bit," he answered. "Atobe explained that he received his information through reliable sources... in other words, the members of our tennis clubs most likely to gossip. He didn't mention any names. At any rate, his information was accurate."

"So we're all interested in men? It's odd that Atobe would know that." Fuji pondered.

"I believe that it was more obvious with me," Sanada stated, barely noting the curious glances the two Seigaku members gave him. "I'm in a relationship with Yukimura."

They froze, surprised.

"It's been for about six months now."

"Have you... you know?" Kikumaru asked, still squirming a little from the interrupted encounter.

"You're not supposed to ask that, Eiji," his friend chided.

Sanada nodded. "It's a private matter, but it's already come out. I have." Sanada didn't even bother to ask-from their surprised looks; it was obvious that they didn't have any sort of experience.

It was the same with the others in their group. While none of them had ever had any sexual experiences, they were curious. They were more than a little cautious-after all, Tezuka had kept telling them not to let their guard down-but insanely curious.

"So is that why we were all called here? So Atobe could let us know what we already know?" Fuji looked just slightly confused.

"He has a purpose. And considering the questions that he's been asking, he wants us all to experiment."

Kikumaru's eyes widened. "Experiment? Wait, everyone? Together?"

"It's highly unorthodox," Sanada muttered, happy to see that his opinion was agreed with. Even Tezuka thought that it could be interesting.

"It might be fun," Fuji ventured. "We don't have to go any further than what we're comfortable with, right?"

Sanada turned back towards the pool. "I think we should join the others. We're still waiting for Jiroh's opinion." How could he still be asleep through all of the commotion?

The three returned to the others, who had strange looks on their faces. Yukimura was even stifling a giggle. Sanada frowned-something had happened, and he hated not being in the know.

Atobe finally cleared it up. "He's not asleep," he announced, pointing to Jiroh. "He's jacking off."

Sanada only paused when he heard Fuji cry out sharply. Jiroh had not used anywhere near enough lubricant, and Sanada winced as he saw Fuji's nails dig into Yukimura's pale skin. Jiroh said something soft and inaudible...an apology, perhaps-and quickly rectified the problem. It was surprising that he wasn't falling asleep, but instead enjoying himself along with the others. Now that Sanada could get a good look at him, he had to admit that he was very attractive. Perhaps he could save some play for him.

"Hey, wake up!"

Jiroh didn't even bother to turn towards the noise in his feigned sleep. The conversations had set his body on edge and nerves on fire. He felt truly awake, and the excitement coursed through his veins.

While he hadn't had any experience with other boys before, he was eager to try and only slightly confused as to why he felt that way. He always found Atobe attractive, even though he kept it secret from the captain. Just the idea of Atobe's mouth and hands sliding down his body was enough to have masturbatory fantasies for the next week.

He could feel it now, even though it was simply a passing thought in his system. His cock was twitching a little in his pants, and while Jiroh tried to keep it down, it was simply no use. He closed his eyes and let his fantasies expand to the other guests as well-he could hear their moaning, the begging to touch and suck. It felt good, and more importantly, fun. He blocked out the sounds of the others around him and reached into his pants to try and relieve his frustration. As long as he pretended to sleep, everything would be okay.

A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder. "Jiroh! Wake up!" The hand roughly turned him over onto his back and revealed his little secret.

"Not asleep at all, hmm?" That slightly snide tone of voice had to belong to Atobe. "Answer me."

Jiroh guiltily slid his hand out of his pants and blinked up at his buchou. "Is it really possible to sleep with all this noise?" he asked, covering his excitement. He slowly sat up, crossing his legs to strategically cover himself.

"Wake up," he repeated. "I have another proposal."

Once Jiroh was able to straighten himself out, he sat up, doing his best not to fall asleep again. Atobe's ideas were always interesting, and he couldn't think of a time when anyone wouldn't follow them. He had a magnetic way with the team and sensei, a very...intense charisma that drew everyone to him.

But these people weren't Hyotei regulars; they were from Seigaku and Rikkaidai. Would they fall under the same spell that entranced Jiroh?

...He had always fantasized about Atobe.

Atobe's soft clearing of his throat jarred Jiroh out of his thoughts. The announcement-it had to be important. He watched as Atobe gazed around the group and spotted a faint flicker in his eyes-was it fear? He dismissed the thought as soon as it came to his mind. Atobe Keigo didn't know fear. He was, after all, the one who defeated Tezuka.

"My proposal to all of you is this. The majority of us have little experience-therefore, I propose an experiment. I believe Fuji-kun and Kikumaru-kun have already started that for us."

Jiroh's eyes widened. That kind of experiment? His fantasies would be brought to life.

"...You can go as far as you wish," Atobe continued. "There will be no pressuring beyond your personal limits. However...I require everyone's consent."

While some of the other guests exchanged looks, Jiroh was the first to jump to his feet, not bothering to conceal his still-present erection. Atobe glanced at him, surprised.

"It'll be fun!" He did his best to look enthusiastic, to convince the others. "It'll really wake me up!" He was almost bouncing in his excitement; enough to have Tezuka mumble something about hyperactivity.

Atobe cast a glance at the seated group. "And the rest of you?"

For a few minutes, no one moved.

Surprisingly, the next to stand was Tezuka. "It may build better relations between teams," he explained. Shortly after that, Fuji and Kikumaru joined him, not wanting to stand against their buchou.

Jiroh looked around at his potential lovers. This was going to get exciting!

"And you two?" Atobe asked, looking at the still seated Rikkaidai students.

"...I go with what Yukimura decides," Sanada told them with a stubborn edge to his voice.

The focus was drawn to the still-silent Rikkaidai senior.

Was it a good introduction to sex? Jiroh had to wonder that as Fuji slowly relaxed and accepted Jiroh with a moan. His mingled with Yukimura's, who whispered instructions in between gasps and soft cries-Tezuka had become a master at sucking cock. Jiroh had to admit that Yukimura in mid-orgasm was an amazing sight, and he envied Sanada for being able to see that on a regular basis. But he would have his turn soon...

"Yukimura?"

He glanced up, just barely responding to Atobe's call. "Yes?"

"Your opinion on the matter?" Atobe sounded like he was asking for Yukimura's thoughts on the Nikkei.

Yukimura closed his eyes, thinking.

His life had been dedicated to the study of tennis, which seemed to solve any problems that popped up in his life. Even his sickness was cured by anesthesia-induced dreams of bringing his teammates to Nationals, and forward on to victory. That dream inspired him to push as much as he could when it came to his recovery, and his determination led the doctors to tell him that if he kept up his speedy recovery, he may be able to fill his dream of taking them to Nationals one last time as a middle school. After this year, they would be splitting up to go to various high schools in the area, even though they were making an effort to stay together. Yukimura's one hope was that Sanada would be able to attend the same school he was, when he was better.

Tennis was Yukimura's first love, but Sanada was a very close second. Even with the closeness of their relationship, though, it still took both of them quite a while to become lovers. Ultimately, their trust in each other made for a satisfying experience, but he didn't want to repeat it. They were still young and naïve, and didn't know the finer points of things like lubrication. It was more than slightly painful, and they learned quickly after careful study of Sanada's collection of shunga prints. This started their exploration into sex, and Yukimura had to admit that it had gotten much better after they had learned a few tricks.

Even though he had almost no contact with the other tennis players before, he felt a certain empathy with them. Their innocence and curiosity pulled his heart out, and he didn't want to see them go through the same painful experience that he did. He never realized how alike they all were until that very moment. They loved tennis to the point of pain, and that same dedication would serve them well in later years.

Good first experiences were vital to them. One false move or broken heart, and the repercussions would reverberate for the rest of their lives. Would they even be too scared of the emotional drain of losing a lover that they wouldn't want to try again?

He was not their captain, yet he still felt a duty to them to be their guide. He had to put the team before anything else, Yukimura gently scolded himself, even if it meant his relationship breaking down.

He had to remember to think on the positive side. Perhaps an incident like this would strengthen their relationship, or even open Sanada's eyes to more possibilities in the bedroom. Not everything had to be lost just for one night of pleasure. Instead, Yukimura felt that he had much more to gain.

"...I accept."

The moment clothes started hitting the floor; Yukimura Seiichi's memory became hazy. Instead of trying to figure out who was touching what, he relied on sensation. One mouth on his was replaced with the next, all quickly learning a less clumsy way to kiss. Yukimura reached out and stroked a bare chest, fondled another, and became infatuated with the heightened senses that came along with sex...except that his were magnified by six.

The large upstairs room Atobe prepared was soon filled with the sounds of moaning, a few sharp hisses of pain, and the dozens of questions that burned through all of their minds without anyone able to answer them. A strange, mixed smell of sweat and semen quickly filled the air. While most people would have found the combination rancid, it increased Yukimura's passion and desire to truly help his new lovers.

He quickly took on the role of teacher, being the one who guided Fuji to take Kikumaru's virginity. That was the one moment the entire room stopped to watch.

...It was sweet. The two had been friends for years, and seeing them have sex for the first time was poignant, if not voyeuristic. Yukimura almost wished that they had been able to do that in private, even though he felt privileged to view. His kiss on the cheek and whispered thank you from Fuji clinched the moment, and he knew that it was right that he was the one to bring them to this point.

He wished them a happy journey.

It seemed like hours before the seven finally collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap on Atobe's now soiled floor. There was no sound except for their heavy breathing as they finally started to process exactly what had happened.

...Except, of course, for Kikumaru.

"So who's going to win Nationals?" he asked.

"We are," a chorus of tired voices answered before dissolving into laughter.

And true to form, Jiroh had once again fallen asleep.