PoT: PWP: Advantage
Title: Advantage
Pairing: Bane/Davide (or should I call them the Pun Pair? *cough* Ignore me.)
Series: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: different pairing, still not mine.
Rating: 4/4 entries in a smut meme.
Notes: Otherwise known as Monnie trying not to be the single most predictable person on the face of the planet. ^^; Of course, seeing as how I barely remember these two, well... *sheepish*
Request: Davide and Bane, either order, ice. (Sorry, I do actually draw the line at truly dubious consent. ^^;)
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利 (Advantage)
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Bane sometimes thought that silence wasn't golden, it was sanity.
He didn't know how people took it--the entire ride home from the Tokyo street courts, Davide's puns had gotten progressively worse... and for some reason, people who didn't play tennis just didn't seem to appreciate it when he kicked his partner in the head.
Though he was willing to bet that after one refrain of "That Hakugei of Fuji's is a whale of a shot!" and a few comments in the line of "Kawamura's BURNING! sets me on fire!" they might have forgiven him. Maybe. Bane still couldn't believe he'd made it through the entire train ride back to Chiba with his mind as intact as it was likely to be after three years of having Amane Hikaru as a doubles partner.
Sometimes he wondered about his doubles partner--Davide could be a public menace sometimes, but he wasn't anywhere near as bad with the puns when it was just the two of them. He wasn't quiet by any means, but there was a reason they were best friends outside of club. Maybe.
Bane snorted, through his nose. Idiot probably felt that his puns were better appreciated by an audience.
"Bane-san?" he glanced up from fiddling with his drink--and caught the sparkle in those brown eyes even as those plush lips started to move.
Sparkling eyes? Better when it was just the two of them? What had he been thinking?! Davide talking at all should have been fair warning that he was going to perpetrate another attack against language--Bane growled, under his breath, and snapped a hand forward to drop an ice cube down the front of his partner's shirt.
Well, Davide shouldn't have been leaning so far forwards, especially considering that skimpy little tank top thing he favored when he was at home. And in the heartbeat after the ice cube registered--Bane leaned forwards, over the bed, and pulled his partner to him.
So, yeah, what if he did have better ways to shut Davide up than kicking him in the head? As it was, people in the train gave him enough dirty looks for doing that--he could only imagine what they'd do if, say, he leaned forward and sealed his mouth over that foolish, full-lipped mouth.
No, not if... when. Of course he'd never say it aloud, but maybe in his own way he was grateful for Davide's puns--watching that sleek body move on the courts, muscles of his calves bunching when he jumped, every inch of him extending into that amazing long line when he stretched for one of those supposedly unreachable long lobs got him damned horny.
Not, however, horny enough to keep it going through a barrage of those demonic puns, which was probably the only reason he hadn't had to carry his racket bag in front of him the whole train ride home.
"S'... it's..." they'd been through this often enough, and the gods only knew that when they did, sometimes Davide was the one who was out of his clothes first, so why was he making that face? "Oooh. Bane-san, that's cold, that's really cold!"
Bane felt the muscles of his leg go tight and ready an instant--before he realised that his partner actually was talking about the little ball of ice he was fishing out of his tank top. Hopefully. He'd better have.
He still waited a moment to see if there was going to be a telltale snort before reaching for his partner's hand, and brushing away the ice cube onto the floor. "You were asking for trouble--it was either the ice or the kick."
"I wasn't!" when Davide pouted, he actually looked as much his age as an obscenely tall redheaded athlete could, Bane thought--and younger when he grinned, and opened his mouth again, eyes bright "Bane-san, now that's--"
This time, he was ready for it, and he had the fresh ice cube to prove it.
But somewhere, somehow, he'd stopped actually letting go of the bits of ice he was tossing at his partner--and considering that Davide had lost his shirt--not much use for it anyway, it was pretty soaked--he wouldn't even have had to aim if he had. And tracing a corner of an ice cube over every one of the delicious little lines that tennis had carved into Davide's long chest, his longer stomach was just as effective in keeping him quiet.
Well, not quite quiet--there was something to be said for little gasps, and squirms, and half-sounds that were almost--almost--coherent. "Bane-san... don't... that's..."
"Don't?" he smiled, and licked away the cool melt trickling its careless wet way down the deep center divide of his partner's six-pack--chill against his tongue, but the skin underneath it was hot and heaving and flushed. And more so when he slid the ice cube downwards, over the hawk-wing arch of his partner's hipbone, over the crease between hip and thigh-- Davide made a tiny little choked sound, almost a hiccup. And a louder one when Bane lifted the ice cube away, teasingly. "Really?"
The protest wasn't very convincing from someone whose hands were still in Bane's hair, and whose cock was a hard, thick line against Bane's shoulder--one that twitched when he slid the ice cube even lower, almost, but not quite, against the delicacy of Davide's silky inner thigh. He had to give that much to Davide-- when he got into sex, he got into it just as much as he got into his punning.
Though sometimes he wasn't sure that was a very flattering comparison.
Davide gave him a look that ended up looking a lot more pleading than threatening, and when that hand came down to press against the back of Bane's hand, forcing the ice cube back against Davide's thigh, he had to laugh.
The noises that Davide made were, well, straight out of a bad shoujo manga--"No" when he was arching up into Bane's hands, little moans of "don't" when his skin was shivering and hot and the look in his eyes was all pupil and glazed heat. It would have been funny if it hadn't been... uh... kind of hot, actually. Bane had taken him for serious the first time he'd protested--kicking him was one thing, taking him unwilling was another!--and being knocked down by a charging, horny Amane Hikari was not an experience he ever wanted to repeat.
Maybe it just had something to do with his inherent contrariness--if Davide had learned those noises from bad shoujo manga, he didn't want to know about it--but whatever it was, he was saying "don't" very loudly, and squirming into every stroke of a fresh ice cube. Especially when Bane trailed it, very, very delicately, over the tight globes of that rear--and, for an instant, between them, watching muscle squeeze tight and relax--just barely, before he dipped the ice cube in again.
Amane Hikaru might have been a nightmare when his mouth was moving and he had a crowd to terrify, but damnnations, looking at that ass made Bane grateful that the gods had made him a baseline player.
"Nnnh... Bane-san..." oh, he knew that tone--and the little tight catch to Davide's voice when he stroked--once, twice, leaving a glistening trail behind the ice cube. And the squeaky little moan when he pushed inwards against that tempting pucker--just a little, and just a little more, until his partner writhed, hips rocking like he wasn't sure he liked it but maybe--maybe--he wanted to find out.
It always surprised him a little just how hoarse his own voice was, when he said, "You're ready for more, I bet." Sure, Davide was pretty damned hot, but he never expected to enjoy pleasing his partner as much as he, well, did. And when he had two lube-slick fingers working inside that tight, hot body, alternating strokes of one of the last ice cubes against those small, dark nipples with strokes of his tongue... well, that was fun, having Amane Hikaru, punster, tennis player, partner, totally his for the devouring, and practically incoherent underneath him.
Though not as fun as the way sliding slowly into Davide's body left him hot and breathless--the instant of cool wet from the earlier treatment with the ice cube called a gasp from him, and a curl of Davide's lips that might have almost been smug if Bane had kept from kissing him for long enough to find out. "H-hey. How you... doing, down there?"
"But, Bane-san, it's you--uhn--doing me--"
He didn't even want to think about how people would react if they actually saw him pushing deep into Davide with a single hard flex of his hips, tangled in heat and strength and the way Davide's eyes blurred and he lost the rest of his pun when he groaned, voice surprisingly deep... but he had to admit, it was just about the most effective way he'd ever discovered.
And it was an added bonus that the only way to keep it up was to... just keep doing it. Once, twice, an eternity, and Davide's hands were big on his hips, tugging him deep, that coppery spread of curls on his pillow like a halo for his hot cheeks and hotter, sweeter mouth. And the only thing he was saying--the only thing, Bane knew, from experience, that his partner was likely to say for awhile--was "Bane-san--ah, Bane-san, more."
And maybe that was a bonus--the gods only knew that puns in the middle of sex weren't just a crime against language, they were a crime against humanity--but in the hot wet drive of their skin and the hint of salt above Davide's full upper lip, the pleasure of being inside his best friend streaking up his spine as deeply as an ache every time Davide arched up under him and he had to fight to keep that powerful body from taking them both off the bed... Bane wasn't sure that he cared about puns.
He was very sure he couldn't have possibly cared less about a pun or two when Davide went blind and shivering under him, and Bane followed him down in a rush of ice and fire and the hint of lemonade that still lingered against the tip of Davide's tongue.
And for a long few minutes, afterwards, there actually was silence... but that was because neither of them had let go of the other, and before he reluctantly pulled away from that incredibly soft mouth and rolled off... man, if nothing else, all that talking had definitely given Davide a clever tongue--even if there hadn't been fantastic sex, Bane would have been satisfied with just the kissing.
Silence, though, didn't last long. "Bane-san?"
"Mmm?" he reached out and twirled one of those coppery curls around his finger. It was damp, tangled enough that he had to gently tug it free, and a little cold, still--he felt himself smile. Well, if there'd been some ice on the pillow and Davide hadn't so much as twitched, much less complained... well, it had been pretty good, hadn't it?
But the was a weak little snort of a chuckle beside him made him stiffen--and not in a good way. "You really are a cool customer, you know that?"
Bane squeezed his eyes shut. During sex was one thing. After it... after... they were... they were probably out of ice cubes, weren't they.
Sex always left him in a good mood, and he wasn't in the mood to ruin it. Besides, he was too tired to kick his partner. He really, really, really was.
But never let it be said that Kurobane Harukaze wasn't going to try.
~owari~
May 24, 2007
...let's just say that my last neuro exam was on the 25th. ^^;
Pairing: Bane/Davide (or should I call them the Pun Pair? *cough* Ignore me.)
Series: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: different pairing, still not mine.
Rating: 4/4 entries in a smut meme.
Notes: Otherwise known as Monnie trying not to be the single most predictable person on the face of the planet. ^^; Of course, seeing as how I barely remember these two, well... *sheepish*
Request: Davide and Bane, either order, ice. (Sorry, I do actually draw the line at truly dubious consent. ^^;)
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利 (Advantage)
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Bane sometimes thought that silence wasn't golden, it was sanity.
He didn't know how people took it--the entire ride home from the Tokyo street courts, Davide's puns had gotten progressively worse... and for some reason, people who didn't play tennis just didn't seem to appreciate it when he kicked his partner in the head.
Though he was willing to bet that after one refrain of "That Hakugei of Fuji's is a whale of a shot!" and a few comments in the line of "Kawamura's BURNING! sets me on fire!" they might have forgiven him. Maybe. Bane still couldn't believe he'd made it through the entire train ride back to Chiba with his mind as intact as it was likely to be after three years of having Amane Hikaru as a doubles partner.
Sometimes he wondered about his doubles partner--Davide could be a public menace sometimes, but he wasn't anywhere near as bad with the puns when it was just the two of them. He wasn't quiet by any means, but there was a reason they were best friends outside of club. Maybe.
Bane snorted, through his nose. Idiot probably felt that his puns were better appreciated by an audience.
"Bane-san?" he glanced up from fiddling with his drink--and caught the sparkle in those brown eyes even as those plush lips started to move.
Sparkling eyes? Better when it was just the two of them? What had he been thinking?! Davide talking at all should have been fair warning that he was going to perpetrate another attack against language--Bane growled, under his breath, and snapped a hand forward to drop an ice cube down the front of his partner's shirt.
Well, Davide shouldn't have been leaning so far forwards, especially considering that skimpy little tank top thing he favored when he was at home. And in the heartbeat after the ice cube registered--Bane leaned forwards, over the bed, and pulled his partner to him.
So, yeah, what if he did have better ways to shut Davide up than kicking him in the head? As it was, people in the train gave him enough dirty looks for doing that--he could only imagine what they'd do if, say, he leaned forward and sealed his mouth over that foolish, full-lipped mouth.
No, not if... when. Of course he'd never say it aloud, but maybe in his own way he was grateful for Davide's puns--watching that sleek body move on the courts, muscles of his calves bunching when he jumped, every inch of him extending into that amazing long line when he stretched for one of those supposedly unreachable long lobs got him damned horny.
Not, however, horny enough to keep it going through a barrage of those demonic puns, which was probably the only reason he hadn't had to carry his racket bag in front of him the whole train ride home.
"S'... it's..." they'd been through this often enough, and the gods only knew that when they did, sometimes Davide was the one who was out of his clothes first, so why was he making that face? "Oooh. Bane-san, that's cold, that's really cold!"
Bane felt the muscles of his leg go tight and ready an instant--before he realised that his partner actually was talking about the little ball of ice he was fishing out of his tank top. Hopefully. He'd better have.
He still waited a moment to see if there was going to be a telltale snort before reaching for his partner's hand, and brushing away the ice cube onto the floor. "You were asking for trouble--it was either the ice or the kick."
"I wasn't!" when Davide pouted, he actually looked as much his age as an obscenely tall redheaded athlete could, Bane thought--and younger when he grinned, and opened his mouth again, eyes bright "Bane-san, now that's--"
This time, he was ready for it, and he had the fresh ice cube to prove it.
But somewhere, somehow, he'd stopped actually letting go of the bits of ice he was tossing at his partner--and considering that Davide had lost his shirt--not much use for it anyway, it was pretty soaked--he wouldn't even have had to aim if he had. And tracing a corner of an ice cube over every one of the delicious little lines that tennis had carved into Davide's long chest, his longer stomach was just as effective in keeping him quiet.
Well, not quite quiet--there was something to be said for little gasps, and squirms, and half-sounds that were almost--almost--coherent. "Bane-san... don't... that's..."
"Don't?" he smiled, and licked away the cool melt trickling its careless wet way down the deep center divide of his partner's six-pack--chill against his tongue, but the skin underneath it was hot and heaving and flushed. And more so when he slid the ice cube downwards, over the hawk-wing arch of his partner's hipbone, over the crease between hip and thigh-- Davide made a tiny little choked sound, almost a hiccup. And a louder one when Bane lifted the ice cube away, teasingly. "Really?"
The protest wasn't very convincing from someone whose hands were still in Bane's hair, and whose cock was a hard, thick line against Bane's shoulder--one that twitched when he slid the ice cube even lower, almost, but not quite, against the delicacy of Davide's silky inner thigh. He had to give that much to Davide-- when he got into sex, he got into it just as much as he got into his punning.
Though sometimes he wasn't sure that was a very flattering comparison.
Davide gave him a look that ended up looking a lot more pleading than threatening, and when that hand came down to press against the back of Bane's hand, forcing the ice cube back against Davide's thigh, he had to laugh.
The noises that Davide made were, well, straight out of a bad shoujo manga--"No" when he was arching up into Bane's hands, little moans of "don't" when his skin was shivering and hot and the look in his eyes was all pupil and glazed heat. It would have been funny if it hadn't been... uh... kind of hot, actually. Bane had taken him for serious the first time he'd protested--kicking him was one thing, taking him unwilling was another!--and being knocked down by a charging, horny Amane Hikari was not an experience he ever wanted to repeat.
Maybe it just had something to do with his inherent contrariness--if Davide had learned those noises from bad shoujo manga, he didn't want to know about it--but whatever it was, he was saying "don't" very loudly, and squirming into every stroke of a fresh ice cube. Especially when Bane trailed it, very, very delicately, over the tight globes of that rear--and, for an instant, between them, watching muscle squeeze tight and relax--just barely, before he dipped the ice cube in again.
Amane Hikaru might have been a nightmare when his mouth was moving and he had a crowd to terrify, but damnnations, looking at that ass made Bane grateful that the gods had made him a baseline player.
"Nnnh... Bane-san..." oh, he knew that tone--and the little tight catch to Davide's voice when he stroked--once, twice, leaving a glistening trail behind the ice cube. And the squeaky little moan when he pushed inwards against that tempting pucker--just a little, and just a little more, until his partner writhed, hips rocking like he wasn't sure he liked it but maybe--maybe--he wanted to find out.
It always surprised him a little just how hoarse his own voice was, when he said, "You're ready for more, I bet." Sure, Davide was pretty damned hot, but he never expected to enjoy pleasing his partner as much as he, well, did. And when he had two lube-slick fingers working inside that tight, hot body, alternating strokes of one of the last ice cubes against those small, dark nipples with strokes of his tongue... well, that was fun, having Amane Hikaru, punster, tennis player, partner, totally his for the devouring, and practically incoherent underneath him.
Though not as fun as the way sliding slowly into Davide's body left him hot and breathless--the instant of cool wet from the earlier treatment with the ice cube called a gasp from him, and a curl of Davide's lips that might have almost been smug if Bane had kept from kissing him for long enough to find out. "H-hey. How you... doing, down there?"
"But, Bane-san, it's you--uhn--doing me--"
He didn't even want to think about how people would react if they actually saw him pushing deep into Davide with a single hard flex of his hips, tangled in heat and strength and the way Davide's eyes blurred and he lost the rest of his pun when he groaned, voice surprisingly deep... but he had to admit, it was just about the most effective way he'd ever discovered.
And it was an added bonus that the only way to keep it up was to... just keep doing it. Once, twice, an eternity, and Davide's hands were big on his hips, tugging him deep, that coppery spread of curls on his pillow like a halo for his hot cheeks and hotter, sweeter mouth. And the only thing he was saying--the only thing, Bane knew, from experience, that his partner was likely to say for awhile--was "Bane-san--ah, Bane-san, more."
And maybe that was a bonus--the gods only knew that puns in the middle of sex weren't just a crime against language, they were a crime against humanity--but in the hot wet drive of their skin and the hint of salt above Davide's full upper lip, the pleasure of being inside his best friend streaking up his spine as deeply as an ache every time Davide arched up under him and he had to fight to keep that powerful body from taking them both off the bed... Bane wasn't sure that he cared about puns.
He was very sure he couldn't have possibly cared less about a pun or two when Davide went blind and shivering under him, and Bane followed him down in a rush of ice and fire and the hint of lemonade that still lingered against the tip of Davide's tongue.
And for a long few minutes, afterwards, there actually was silence... but that was because neither of them had let go of the other, and before he reluctantly pulled away from that incredibly soft mouth and rolled off... man, if nothing else, all that talking had definitely given Davide a clever tongue--even if there hadn't been fantastic sex, Bane would have been satisfied with just the kissing.
Silence, though, didn't last long. "Bane-san?"
"Mmm?" he reached out and twirled one of those coppery curls around his finger. It was damp, tangled enough that he had to gently tug it free, and a little cold, still--he felt himself smile. Well, if there'd been some ice on the pillow and Davide hadn't so much as twitched, much less complained... well, it had been pretty good, hadn't it?
But the was a weak little snort of a chuckle beside him made him stiffen--and not in a good way. "You really are a cool customer, you know that?"
Bane squeezed his eyes shut. During sex was one thing. After it... after... they were... they were probably out of ice cubes, weren't they.
Sex always left him in a good mood, and he wasn't in the mood to ruin it. Besides, he was too tired to kick his partner. He really, really, really was.
But never let it be said that Kurobane Harukaze wasn't going to try.
~owari~
May 24, 2007
...let's just say that my last neuro exam was on the 25th. ^^;