Drabble-age: Let Them Eat Cake (778 words, D2)
Title: Let Them Eat Cake
Author: Ociwen
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 778
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Marui loves his cake...
Author's Notes: Written for pixxers' birthday! Happy birthday, Pix!
Jackal had known since day one that his teammates were freaks, more or less.
But Marui took the cake.
He should have known better than to have stayed late at practice, but he was having a good run with the ball machines. Besides, Sanada usually hogged them, so with the machines being gloriously free for once finally, Jackal went all out.
The clubhouse was empty. He made sure to keep quiet, just in case he stumbled upon another confession of awkward teenage gay love. Hearing Sanada mutter and choke one out to Niou last month weirded Jackal out for weeks.
He still hadn’t gotten over that. Niou….I…if you…I mean, I think I like you, even if you are an irritating lazy ass…
Jackal shuddered.
No sound of Sanada today, thank God. Just blessed sweet silence and the pigeons cooing in the trees outside. Jackal smiled.
“I love you, you know.”
Shit.
Jackal ducked behind a row of lockers. Marui now. He did not need to hear this, except for the fact the door was a bit too far and he could see Marui’s red hair near the shower stalls and how could that genius have not seen or heard Jackal walk inside?
“I love your curves, your beautiful white skin. I could lick you all over.” Marui moaned.
Jackal squeezed his eyes shut and wanted to die. Who was it now?!
“You’re so smooth and beautiful to me, even if no one else thinks so.” A pause, and then Marui sighed heavily. This confession was just fucking messed up. “You’re all fluffy and sweet-”
Not Yagyuu. Or Kirihara. Or Yanagi. Or Yukimura, actually.
And girls weren’t allowed in the clubhouse, supposedly.
It couldn’t be….him…
Jackal looked down at his arm, seeing the beads of sweat drying on his tanned skin. He wasn’t exactly white himself, but he wasn’t that much browner than Marui was. Yukimura’s idea of browning him up to scare the opponents usually worked, but the makeup was a bitch to scrub off. And tended to give Jackal hives when he tried.
“I could just bite into you and make sweet, sweet love to you-”
“Okay, STOP!” Jackal shouted. He covered his ears and jumped out into the corridor where Marui stood, whipping his head around and gaping like a carp.
“I don’t want to hear it anymore!” Jackal said. “It’s bad enough I head one, I don’t want to hear…yours…” his voice trailed off and his hands fell to his sides when he saw that there wasn’t a girl, there wasn’t anyone else. There was, however, sitting on the bench, a strawberry cream cake in a white box that Marui’s fingers trailed over.
Jackal made a face, finally understanding Marui’s flushed face. “That’s…you’re…it’s a cake!”
“No one understands our love!” Marui whined. “No one!” He threw himself over the box, cradling it with his arms.
“That’s…really gross, actually,” Jackal said.
Marui narrowed his eyes. “Never speak of this to anyone. Ever.”
Jackal took a deep breath. He rubbed his temples, the headache forming under his skull. “This entire team is fucking messed up, you know.”
Marui sniffed. “You can have a piece?” he offered.
Jackal didn’t want to know what might have already been in that cake. He really didn’t want to know. “Have you seen American Pie?” he asked as Marui slowly backed off his cake when he realized Jackal didn’t pose a threat.
“Tch.” Marui rolled his eyes. “Duh, Jackal. It’s rated R. Like my parents would let me watch that ever.”
Jackal couldn’t help it when he said, “It’s kinda like your situation, you know. About a boy who loves his pie. A little too much…”
Marui blinked, then he tensed his jaw and smacked Jackal flush across the back of his head. Jackal ducked, but Marui was too fast and managed to smack him again the other direction. “You’re an ass,” Marui snapped.
“At least I don’t fuck cakes,” he said, dodging another slap.
On his way home, just for kicks, Jackal stopped at his usual Starbucks and ordered a piece of chocolate cake with his iced cap. It was delicious and sweet, the smooth chocolate rolling over his tongue as his eyes rolled back slightly at the sheer enjoyment of eating it. And of watching Marui, pout and glare and mutter things under his breath as he munched on a large fries from the McDonald’s down the road.
When he chewed the last bite and licked the prongs of his fork, Jackal whispered, “Mmmm…orgasmic…”
Marui’s eye twitched.
His teammates might be freaks, but Jackal could never ever say they didn’t make him laugh, in their own messed up gay-confessions, cake-fucking ways.
Author: Ociwen
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 778
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all.
Summary: Marui loves his cake...
Author's Notes: Written for pixxers' birthday! Happy birthday, Pix!
Jackal had known since day one that his teammates were freaks, more or less.
But Marui took the cake.
He should have known better than to have stayed late at practice, but he was having a good run with the ball machines. Besides, Sanada usually hogged them, so with the machines being gloriously free for once finally, Jackal went all out.
The clubhouse was empty. He made sure to keep quiet, just in case he stumbled upon another confession of awkward teenage gay love. Hearing Sanada mutter and choke one out to Niou last month weirded Jackal out for weeks.
He still hadn’t gotten over that. Niou….I…if you…I mean, I think I like you, even if you are an irritating lazy ass…
Jackal shuddered.
No sound of Sanada today, thank God. Just blessed sweet silence and the pigeons cooing in the trees outside. Jackal smiled.
“I love you, you know.”
Shit.
Jackal ducked behind a row of lockers. Marui now. He did not need to hear this, except for the fact the door was a bit too far and he could see Marui’s red hair near the shower stalls and how could that genius have not seen or heard Jackal walk inside?
“I love your curves, your beautiful white skin. I could lick you all over.” Marui moaned.
Jackal squeezed his eyes shut and wanted to die. Who was it now?!
“You’re so smooth and beautiful to me, even if no one else thinks so.” A pause, and then Marui sighed heavily. This confession was just fucking messed up. “You’re all fluffy and sweet-”
Not Yagyuu. Or Kirihara. Or Yanagi. Or Yukimura, actually.
And girls weren’t allowed in the clubhouse, supposedly.
It couldn’t be….him…
Jackal looked down at his arm, seeing the beads of sweat drying on his tanned skin. He wasn’t exactly white himself, but he wasn’t that much browner than Marui was. Yukimura’s idea of browning him up to scare the opponents usually worked, but the makeup was a bitch to scrub off. And tended to give Jackal hives when he tried.
“I could just bite into you and make sweet, sweet love to you-”
“Okay, STOP!” Jackal shouted. He covered his ears and jumped out into the corridor where Marui stood, whipping his head around and gaping like a carp.
“I don’t want to hear it anymore!” Jackal said. “It’s bad enough I head one, I don’t want to hear…yours…” his voice trailed off and his hands fell to his sides when he saw that there wasn’t a girl, there wasn’t anyone else. There was, however, sitting on the bench, a strawberry cream cake in a white box that Marui’s fingers trailed over.
Jackal made a face, finally understanding Marui’s flushed face. “That’s…you’re…it’s a cake!”
“No one understands our love!” Marui whined. “No one!” He threw himself over the box, cradling it with his arms.
“That’s…really gross, actually,” Jackal said.
Marui narrowed his eyes. “Never speak of this to anyone. Ever.”
Jackal took a deep breath. He rubbed his temples, the headache forming under his skull. “This entire team is fucking messed up, you know.”
Marui sniffed. “You can have a piece?” he offered.
Jackal didn’t want to know what might have already been in that cake. He really didn’t want to know. “Have you seen American Pie?” he asked as Marui slowly backed off his cake when he realized Jackal didn’t pose a threat.
“Tch.” Marui rolled his eyes. “Duh, Jackal. It’s rated R. Like my parents would let me watch that ever.”
Jackal couldn’t help it when he said, “It’s kinda like your situation, you know. About a boy who loves his pie. A little too much…”
Marui blinked, then he tensed his jaw and smacked Jackal flush across the back of his head. Jackal ducked, but Marui was too fast and managed to smack him again the other direction. “You’re an ass,” Marui snapped.
“At least I don’t fuck cakes,” he said, dodging another slap.
On his way home, just for kicks, Jackal stopped at his usual Starbucks and ordered a piece of chocolate cake with his iced cap. It was delicious and sweet, the smooth chocolate rolling over his tongue as his eyes rolled back slightly at the sheer enjoyment of eating it. And of watching Marui, pout and glare and mutter things under his breath as he munched on a large fries from the McDonald’s down the road.
When he chewed the last bite and licked the prongs of his fork, Jackal whispered, “Mmmm…orgasmic…”
Marui’s eye twitched.
His teammates might be freaks, but Jackal could never ever say they didn’t make him laugh, in their own messed up gay-confessions, cake-fucking ways.