Final Goodness for kat8cha
Author: doumeki
Recipient: kat8cha
Title: Tricking the Trickster
Rating: R
Warnings: Niou and Marui’s potty mouths.
Random notes: I tried for porn, and ended up fading the scene out because I suck at writing porn. Hope you enjoy it, though!
Niou smiled. “So, how much, Yanagi?”
Yanagi regarded him calmly before smirking.
Niou twitched.
--
“Starting today,” Yukimura announced, “there will be no snacks or sodas on the court.”
Niou watched as Marui gaped. “What do you mean?” Marui cried.
“We cannot rely on adrenaline and endorphins to carry us through Nationals,” Yanagi explained. “Stamina is essential, therefore we are going to create situations in which stamina will be acquired.”
“No way,” Marui protested. “How am supposed to get through practice without sugar?”
Yukimura smiled. “Endurance, Marui. Learn it.”
And with that, Yukimura and Yanagi walked away.
Niou grinned.
--
Marui was grumbling and panting by the time Niou entered the clubroom.
“I’m going to die,” Marui moaned.
“Shut up, Bunta,” Jackal replied, tossing his doubles partner a towel.
“Yeah, Bunta,” Niou chimed in, grinning.
Marui looked up from the bench he had collapsed on. “Bite me.”
Niou smirked. “With pleasure.” He sauntered up to the bench and leaned over, whispering in his ear, “Just tell me when and where.”
Marui shoved him away. “You’re an ass, Niou. Where’s your keeper?”
He shrugged, leaning against the row of lockers in front of the bench. He watched Marui attempt to get up.
“Niou-kun,” Yagyuu called. “Are you coming?”
Soon, he thought. “Go on without me,” he yelled back, eyes on Marui, who raised an eyebrow in return.
“You okay, Niou?” Marui asked, voice dripping with concern. “Are you and your boyfriend fighting?”
Niou held a hand to his heart. “You must be imagining things,” he replied, equally as concerned. “Must be the lack of sugar.” He turned and went to his locker, flinging it open and stripping off his shirt.
“Ass.”
“I have a nice one.”
Marui stuck his tongue out and Niou stepped out of his shorts. “Are you going to lay there like a beached whale or are you going to take a shower?”
“Can’t move, too tired.”
Niou sighed dramatically. “I suppose I could strip you and carry you into the shower.”
Marui snorted. “I’d like to see you try.”
He crossed the room and straddled Marui’s waist. Unbuttoned the top buttons of Marui’s jersey.
Marui shoved him off and stood. “I can strip myself.”
Niou watched from the floor as Marui took off his clothes, letting his shirt fall to the floor.
“Tease.”
Marui rolled his eyes and disappeared into the shower. He heard the water sputter to life and Niou picked himself up off the floor, grabbed his shower supplies, and took the stall next to Marui.
“You do know,” Marui’s voice floated above the partition, “that there are other stalls. On the other side of the shower. Away from me.”
“I know,” he replied. “Oh dear.”
There was silence and then Marui bit. “What?”
“It looks like I have Yagyuu’s chocolate flavored body wash. What to do, what to do?”
Marui’s head poked around the divider. “Chocolate flavored?”
Niou wiggled his eyebrows. “Yup.”
“You’re an ass.”
“I want yours.”
“It doesn’t come cheap.”
“I can make it come plenty.”
“Pervert.”
“You like it.”
Marui sighed and walked into Niou’s shower. “What do I get out of this?”
“I’ll take you for cake afterwards and get Yukimura to lift the sugar ban.”
“You can do that?” Marui asked skeptically.
Niou smiled. Marui frowned, then nodded, and Niou moved forward and pinned Marui to the wall, nibbling on his lip.
--
“When are you and Marui-kun going to give up this game of yours?” Yanagi asked, looking up from his book. “Seiichi will only cater to your whims as long as it amuses him.”
Niou stretched out his legs and looked at the sky. There weren’t any clouds and the sun beat down on them. He idly picked a blade of grass and held it between his fingers.
--
“Fifty laps around the courts,” Sanada barked. “Niou, come here.”
Niou rolled his eyes at Yagyuu, who smirked. Marui stuck his tongue and winked.
“What’s up, fukubuchou?” Niou asked, jogging over to Sanada.
“What,” Sanada began through gritted teeth, “is this?” He held up a picture.
The picture, Niou had to admit, was very well done. Practically up to his caliber. “Never seen it before.”
Sanada glared. “I found it in my locker. With this.” He thrust a note into Niou’s face.
Niou’s sloppy kanji stared at him from the page, and Niou scowled. That bastard.
--
“So,” Niou said casually, leaning against Marui’s locker.
Marui smirked at him. “So.”
“You’re an ass.”
“You want mine.”
“I do, but it will have to wait until my jaw works properly,” Niou retorted.
“I thought you liked it rough,” Marui tossed back, sauntering toward the shower.
“Bastard.”
--
“How much did he pay you?” he asked, flopping into the seat next to Yanagi’s.
“I’m sorry?” Yanagi looked at him, eyes closed, smile present.
“Marui. He can’t use photoshop half as good as that picture, and he can’t write like me. Hell, his own writing isn’t even legible.” He pouted, hoping it would work on Yanagi.
“If you two stop these ridiculous games, I’ll tell you.”
Niou glared and left.
--
The cake sat on the bench, and Niou could see Marui staring at it. Yukimura hadn’t lifted the sugar ban, saying that the longstanding effects were good for the team.
“Is that for me?” Marui asked, practically salivating.
“If you want it,” he replied easily.
Marui eyed him. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” he said.
Marui picked up the cake and took a huge bite.
Niou walked behind him, put his arms around his waist and whispered, “Can’t I do something nice for my boyfriend?”
Marui choked.
--
“Marui-kun was correct,” Yanagi said, and Niou could tell the bastard was trying not to laugh. “You do like it rough.”
“Fuck off,” he snarled, hand reaching for his black eye.
--
Marui was waiting for him after practice.
“What’s up?” Niou asked, toweling his hair dry.
“Nothing,” Marui replied, popping his gum. “You wanna play DDR?”
“You’re paying.”
“Our first date, and you’re making me pay?” Marui asked, incredulous.
“Yes.”
“Ass.”
“I do like yours.”
“Bite me.”
Niou leaned over and bit him.
Recipient: kat8cha
Title: Tricking the Trickster
Rating: R
Warnings: Niou and Marui’s potty mouths.
Random notes: I tried for porn, and ended up fading the scene out because I suck at writing porn. Hope you enjoy it, though!
Niou smiled. “So, how much, Yanagi?”
Yanagi regarded him calmly before smirking.
Niou twitched.
--
“Starting today,” Yukimura announced, “there will be no snacks or sodas on the court.”
Niou watched as Marui gaped. “What do you mean?” Marui cried.
“We cannot rely on adrenaline and endorphins to carry us through Nationals,” Yanagi explained. “Stamina is essential, therefore we are going to create situations in which stamina will be acquired.”
“No way,” Marui protested. “How am supposed to get through practice without sugar?”
Yukimura smiled. “Endurance, Marui. Learn it.”
And with that, Yukimura and Yanagi walked away.
Niou grinned.
--
Marui was grumbling and panting by the time Niou entered the clubroom.
“I’m going to die,” Marui moaned.
“Shut up, Bunta,” Jackal replied, tossing his doubles partner a towel.
“Yeah, Bunta,” Niou chimed in, grinning.
Marui looked up from the bench he had collapsed on. “Bite me.”
Niou smirked. “With pleasure.” He sauntered up to the bench and leaned over, whispering in his ear, “Just tell me when and where.”
Marui shoved him away. “You’re an ass, Niou. Where’s your keeper?”
He shrugged, leaning against the row of lockers in front of the bench. He watched Marui attempt to get up.
“Niou-kun,” Yagyuu called. “Are you coming?”
Soon, he thought. “Go on without me,” he yelled back, eyes on Marui, who raised an eyebrow in return.
“You okay, Niou?” Marui asked, voice dripping with concern. “Are you and your boyfriend fighting?”
Niou held a hand to his heart. “You must be imagining things,” he replied, equally as concerned. “Must be the lack of sugar.” He turned and went to his locker, flinging it open and stripping off his shirt.
“Ass.”
“I have a nice one.”
Marui stuck his tongue out and Niou stepped out of his shorts. “Are you going to lay there like a beached whale or are you going to take a shower?”
“Can’t move, too tired.”
Niou sighed dramatically. “I suppose I could strip you and carry you into the shower.”
Marui snorted. “I’d like to see you try.”
He crossed the room and straddled Marui’s waist. Unbuttoned the top buttons of Marui’s jersey.
Marui shoved him off and stood. “I can strip myself.”
Niou watched from the floor as Marui took off his clothes, letting his shirt fall to the floor.
“Tease.”
Marui rolled his eyes and disappeared into the shower. He heard the water sputter to life and Niou picked himself up off the floor, grabbed his shower supplies, and took the stall next to Marui.
“You do know,” Marui’s voice floated above the partition, “that there are other stalls. On the other side of the shower. Away from me.”
“I know,” he replied. “Oh dear.”
There was silence and then Marui bit. “What?”
“It looks like I have Yagyuu’s chocolate flavored body wash. What to do, what to do?”
Marui’s head poked around the divider. “Chocolate flavored?”
Niou wiggled his eyebrows. “Yup.”
“You’re an ass.”
“I want yours.”
“It doesn’t come cheap.”
“I can make it come plenty.”
“Pervert.”
“You like it.”
Marui sighed and walked into Niou’s shower. “What do I get out of this?”
“I’ll take you for cake afterwards and get Yukimura to lift the sugar ban.”
“You can do that?” Marui asked skeptically.
Niou smiled. Marui frowned, then nodded, and Niou moved forward and pinned Marui to the wall, nibbling on his lip.
--
“When are you and Marui-kun going to give up this game of yours?” Yanagi asked, looking up from his book. “Seiichi will only cater to your whims as long as it amuses him.”
Niou stretched out his legs and looked at the sky. There weren’t any clouds and the sun beat down on them. He idly picked a blade of grass and held it between his fingers.
--
“Fifty laps around the courts,” Sanada barked. “Niou, come here.”
Niou rolled his eyes at Yagyuu, who smirked. Marui stuck his tongue and winked.
“What’s up, fukubuchou?” Niou asked, jogging over to Sanada.
“What,” Sanada began through gritted teeth, “is this?” He held up a picture.
The picture, Niou had to admit, was very well done. Practically up to his caliber. “Never seen it before.”
Sanada glared. “I found it in my locker. With this.” He thrust a note into Niou’s face.
Niou’s sloppy kanji stared at him from the page, and Niou scowled. That bastard.
--
“So,” Niou said casually, leaning against Marui’s locker.
Marui smirked at him. “So.”
“You’re an ass.”
“You want mine.”
“I do, but it will have to wait until my jaw works properly,” Niou retorted.
“I thought you liked it rough,” Marui tossed back, sauntering toward the shower.
“Bastard.”
--
“How much did he pay you?” he asked, flopping into the seat next to Yanagi’s.
“I’m sorry?” Yanagi looked at him, eyes closed, smile present.
“Marui. He can’t use photoshop half as good as that picture, and he can’t write like me. Hell, his own writing isn’t even legible.” He pouted, hoping it would work on Yanagi.
“If you two stop these ridiculous games, I’ll tell you.”
Niou glared and left.
--
The cake sat on the bench, and Niou could see Marui staring at it. Yukimura hadn’t lifted the sugar ban, saying that the longstanding effects were good for the team.
“Is that for me?” Marui asked, practically salivating.
“If you want it,” he replied easily.
Marui eyed him. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” he said.
Marui picked up the cake and took a huge bite.
Niou walked behind him, put his arms around his waist and whispered, “Can’t I do something nice for my boyfriend?”
Marui choked.
--
“Marui-kun was correct,” Yanagi said, and Niou could tell the bastard was trying not to laugh. “You do like it rough.”
“Fuck off,” he snarled, hand reaching for his black eye.
--
Marui was waiting for him after practice.
“What’s up?” Niou asked, toweling his hair dry.
“Nothing,” Marui replied, popping his gum. “You wanna play DDR?”
“You’re paying.”
“Our first date, and you’re making me pay?” Marui asked, incredulous.
“Yes.”
“Ass.”
“I do like yours.”
“Bite me.”
Niou leaned over and bit him.