[FIC] KabaMizu, SanaMizu, AtoSana, 2874 words
Title: Walls
Author: d_angel777
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Kabaji x Mizuki, Sanada x Mizuki, Atobe x Sanada
Rating: A very weak PG-13. [OMG OMG IT'S NOT SMUT OMG =O]
Genre: CRACK. And humor. And fluff. :D
Warnings: See pairings and genre. Probably OOCness as well, but it's crack so whatevs. [I'm not even going to bother putting in a warning for boykissing.]
Word Count: 2875
Summary: Mizuki was pissed off. And on a mission.
Notes: Written for racketglomps as an apology gift for not RPing KabaMizu with her, and also possibly as a (very awful) return present for the OT5 fic she wrote for me. It was... supposed to be a drabble, but my mind clearly has something against writing anything under 1000 words. :|
Mizuki was pissed off. And on a mission.
For the third time that week, Sanada had stood him up in favour of rehearsing for some silly upcoming tango competition. Mizuki wasn't all that displeased with the idea of the dance - in fact, a tango outfit was something he often fantasized ripping off Sanada and rarely managed to convince him to wear - but he was most displeased that Sanada's dancing partner was Atobe Keigo.
There wasn't anything wrong with Atobe, of course, other than the simple fact that he was hopelessly in love with Sanada and that there was an 89-percent chance the two of them were screwing on the ballroom floor right at this moment... which was, actually, a pretty hot idea.
Momentarily distracted by the mental images, Mizuki twirled a lock of his luscious ebony hair absentmindedly and eyed the sign in front of Atobe's excessively large estate. Apparently, it was claiming that the property's security system was such that any and all trespassers would be spotted and prosecuted within a maximum of twenty seconds.
Well. Mizuki wasn't fool enough to listen to that tripe. According to his data (which was flawless, a fact he was very smug about indeed), about 72-percent of those signs were fake, designed to merely intimidate burglars and delinquents and deter them from even daring to touch the gate.
Mizuki's lips curved into a smirk as he fingered the binoculars strung around his neck and stepped up on the conveniently-placed foothold in the wall. "You will have to try harder than that, Atobe. Nfu."
Scaling a stone wall turned out to actually be quite the difficult thing to accomplish, but Mizuki persisted, and within several minutes he had climbed to the top, legs kicking out behind him as he scrambled to keep his balance. He did this all with pride and dignity, of course, and gave a rather shifty look over his shoulder as he dusted off his shirt, smoothed out the wrinkles in his trousers, and wriggled his hips back and forth and side to side as he attempted to rid himself of the wedgie that had, unfortunately, occurred sometime during the climb.
Once he had managed to regain his composure, Mizuki peered over the other side of the wall and exhaled a sigh of relief. Nothing but grass, and grass was most certainly conducive to a nice, soft landing.
Of course, when Mizuki carefully tossed his binoculars out on to the lawn and followed with a jump seconds later, he hadn't taken into account that there would be rocks.
"A... silly detail... to be over...looked..." he wheezed, in between coughs. In addition to fully scouring the environment before making such a hasty decision, he also reminded himself to never execute a bellyflop dive anywhere outside of a swimming pool. He struggled to sit up, then grabbed his binoculars and peered through them, gaze sweeping from one end of the mansion to the other. It was a bit strange, not being hidden away in the bushes, as he was accustomed to, but it was also a refreshing change to be out in the sun rather than in the shade.
He continued peering around with his binoculars, taking in the landscape and the general environment, when suddenly, a large hand clapped down on his shoulder.
Mizuki did not shriek like a girl. He shrieked like a banshee.
Binoculars falling with a soft thump to the ground, he whirled around, and a hand clapped over his mouth, silencing the shriek instantly. His eyes widened slightly as he registered exactly to whom the hands belonged, and he immediately began kicking, hitting, and biting when he was promptly thrown over a broad shoulder and carried across the grass.
"Put me down!" Mizuki commanded, once his mouth had been uncovered. "I demand you put me down at once! This is harassment! I will be suing if you do not -"
"Sign," interrupted his kidnapper, voice slow and deep as it had always been.
"The sign?" scoffed Mizuki. "That sign was clearly..."
He paused mid-sentence, mentally taking a few minutes back in time and counting the seconds from landing to assailment. One, two, three... twenty seconds. Exactly.
"...not fake!" finished Mizuki, sounding frankly horrified as he ceased all flailing movements.
His data was flawed.
"Right."
Mizuki shot a vicious look at his assailant. Or, his assailant's back, really, since there wasn't much else he could see from his current position. "Kabaji-san, I do not appreciate your input, as freakishly psychic as that response was. My data is flawed. This is a most troubling problem."
"Yes," agreed Kabaji, and Mizuki was somewhat appeased. Belatedly, he realized he was being taken inside the mansion, and he raised his head, only to have the back of his head hit the wall as Kabaji made an abrupt left turn.
After a loud exclamation of pain, Mizuki prodded Kabaji in the shoulder, the surface of which was perhaps a little less yielding than that of a tree trunk's. "Where are you taking me?" he asked, sucking on his now-sore finger.
"Atobe," answered Kabaji, and if Mizuki hadn't been inspecting his fingernail closely to see if it was cracked, he might have noticed the unusually affectionate tone of voice Kabaji used.
"Oh," said Mizuki, which was actually code for, "Oh, shit."
Seeing Atobe meant seeing Sanada. Seeing Sanada meant that Mizuki was either soon going to feel very guilty for not having any faith in his lover when it turned out Sanada actually had been just practicing, or feel jealous and horrible (and a little turned on, but that was, once again, beside the point) when it turned out Sanada really was doing the naughty with Atobe on the ballroom floor.
In a nutshell, seeing Atobe meant Trouble. Loads of it. And Mizuki was very, very afraid.
Of course, not all hope was lost. There was still one way to get out of this terrible predicament he had placed himself in, and it depended heavily on one particular ability he had always prided himself on: seduction.
"Oh, Kabaji-kun," said Mizuki, his voice coming out in a little trill. One part of him could scarcely believe he was actually attempting to seduce Kabaji Munehiro, while the other part was rather...excited. His skills of seduction hadn't been put into use for quite a while, after all, ever since he had first managed to land Sanada Genichirou, who ended up being all Mizuki would ever need or want. "Are you sure taking me to Atobe-san is the best course of action? I admit, being caught in such a compromising position was surely not very smart nor cunning of me, but someone as gentle-hearted, not to mention handsome, as yourself... could you not allow me to get away, this one time?"
"No," said Kabaji firmly, without hesitation, and Mizuki was stunned to think that the word was even in the boy's vocabulary. This was not to say he would be giving up so easily, of course.
"No?" repeated Mizuki, and he moved his fingers in little patterns along Kabaji's back. "Really? Not even if you received... something in return for your kindness?" He emphasized the offer with a little shake of his behind, which was about 38-percent more effective due to its current location on Kabaji's shoulder.
"...No," replied Kabaji, though Mizuki was very satisfied to hear that the response delay time had increased dramatically and the certainty had decreased significantly. Things were going quite well, he thought with a smile that was most definitely not evil in any way.
"I happen to know you have a fondness for strawberry milkshakes, Kabaji-kun," continued Mizuki, still idly tracing patterns on Kabaji's back. "My strawberry milkshakes draw all the manly men to my kitchen, did you know? I might make one for you as a special gift."
"Milkshake?" grunted Kabaji, and Mizuki was extremely pleased to note that his resistance was waning considerably.
"Milkshake," confirmed Mizuki, and he abruptly kicked off his left shoe and sent it flying to the floor. "Oh dear. I seem to have lost my shoe. Would you mind picking that up, Kabaji-kun?"
This was the most integral moment of the entire plot; it would all depend on how well he had managed to wrap Kabaji around his little finger. If Mizuki had failed, Kabaji would refuse and simply continue on his way to see Atobe. If Mizuki had succeeded, on the other hand...
Kabaji nodded once and began bending over to pick up the shoe. Mizuki quickly acted, leaning backwards to throw off his balance and ending up, miraculously, sprawled on the floor with Kabaji on top of him. A small part of him leapt amongst the clouds and rainbows in his head in joy. His plan was going, as expected, perfectly!
"Oh," Mizuki breathed, staring up at Kabaji. He was especially thankful that Kabaji had managed to prop himself up with his knees and hands, as he would have been quite flattened, otherwise. "Well, this is... quite the situation, isn't it?" He lifted a finger to draw a trail along Kabaji's jawline, tracing his lips and pressing the tip of his finger against them. Kabaji was utterly silent. Time for the kill.
Mizuki moved his hands to grasp Kabaji's shoulders lightly, turning them over with surprising ease, until he was lying on top of Kabaji, who was now rather like a fallen stone statue on the floor. Kabaji was quite warm, Mizuki noticed, and really, he would have been very content to just stay as he was in some... other situation, he was sure.
Unfortunately, there were pressing things that needed to be done, so without further ado, Mizuki leaned down and kissed Kabaji softly on the lips, and much to his surprise, the other boy tasted strongly of... mint lip balm.
"I admire a man who moisturizes his lips," whispered Mizuki in what he thought was a very seductive voice, surely enough to woo even the most stoic of men. Although, considering who his partner currently was, that really wasn't all that surprising. Oh, Mizuki did love his life. <3
"Yes," said Kabaji, the first thing he'd said in approximately four minutes and thirty-two seconds, and it didn't really make the most sense either. Mizuki peered closely into Kabaji's eyes; as expected, they were rather glazed over. Clearly, Kabaji was not the most experienced with intimacy, and it was almost endearing.
Mizuki kissed Kabaji again, sliding the tip of his tongue against the soft lips to part them, and surprisingly enough, Kabaji responded, taking in Mizuki's tongue and rubbing his own against it, in a way that was... really quite erotic, Mizuki realized a bit numbly. Was he... truly enjoying himself? Perhaps...
A little voice inside his head popped up angrily. HAJIME. YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. >O, it said, and Mizuki winced, for the shrill words were like sharp, stinging pins in his brain. STOP THIS AT ONCE!
Reluctantly, Mizuki pulled away from Kabaji and pressed his finger to those lips once again. He began to slowly shift off, then whispered, "Thank you, Kabaji-kun," before promptly jumping up, grabbing his shoe, and tearing down the hall as fast as he could.
Yes, yes, everything was going to plan, he thought, not so upset about having to leave a very nice kiss now that the taste of freedom was in his grasp. Soon, he would be out on the street, where he'd call a taxi, and go home and perhaps bake some cookies - wearing nothing but his favoured apron, of course - for Sanada's eventual return.
What he didn't plan, however, was running promptly into the wall.
Or not a wall, as it were, but none other than his lover, Sanada Genichirou.
"Hajime," said Sanada's voice, somewhere above and behind him, in surprise.
"G-Genichirou," panted Mizuki, clutching at his side as he rolled over from where he had fallen on the floor. He was utterly winded, both from the run and the collision, and his nose hurt. Damn Sanada for being so well-toned and muscular, no matter how many cookies were forced upon him every week. "Imagine... seeing you... here!"
"Imagine that," Sanada agreed, brow raised, as he extended a hand and helped Mizuki to his feet.
"Mizuki-kun," said a lofty, very familiar voice from the entranceway of the ballroom. Mizuki glanced up in the middle of brushing his shirt off (which was an entirely unnecessary action, as Atobe's floor was immaculate).
"Atobe-san," greeted Mizuki, resisting the urge to glare and/or scowl. "I came to pick Genichirou up. Have you finished your, ah, practice session?" He suddenly was very grateful for his ability to lie so smoothly. He really was all kinds of amazing.
"We have," said Sanada, and the look Atobe sent at him made Mizuki frown. "I am surprised that you would make the tedious journey all the way to Keigo's estate to do that, Hajime."
"Of course I would. It's getting quite dark, after all." Mizuki stepped closer to Sanada, giving him a quick peck on the lips and keeping his eyes level with Atobe's so he could see clearly that Sanada was his.
"Ah, Genichirou, how sweet," said Atobe, sounding merely amused and not perturbed by Mizuki's possessiveness in any way. "Your boyfriend doesn't think you can protect yourself."
"Genichirou harbours a secret fear of the dark," snapped Mizuki hotly, immediately rising to his lover's defence.
There was a long silence.
"Hajime..." said Sanada in a warning tone. Mizuki blinked, then felt a blush rise to his cheeks.
"That was a lie, of course," amended Mizuki, taking Sanada's hand and beginning to drag him towards the direction of the front door. "Nfu. Genichirou is the most macho, manliest man I have ever met. He has no fears."
Sanada stared, at an utter loss for words. Mizuki beamed up at him in return.
"Do enjoy yourself, Genichirou, Mizuki-kun," drawled Atobe, turning to head back into the ballroom. He paused, then turned his head to glance back at Sanada. "Ah, and Genichirou. Don't be late tomorrow evening. Remember, seven o'clock sharp." Before Mizuki could even protest - he and Sanada had a date planned for the next evening! - he whirled around again and snapped his fingers. "Kabaji. Escort them out."
Mizuki promptly forgot all about protesting and swallowed nervously, as Kabaji appeared out of nowhere and pointedly did not look at either of them as he strode ahead and led the way out. Or maybe he never looked at people he was ordered to guide, but that didn't stop Mizuki from worrying over it. He felt horribly guilty now. He had used Kabaji and tossed him away like a cheap pair of pantyhose.
...Mizuki didn't want to think where that had come from.
"Ah... Kabaji-kun, thank you," he said once they had arrived at the front door, trying not to sound too awkward, in case Sanada spotted something suspicious going on. "Really. Your assistance was invaluable."
Sanada, once again, stared. Kabaji was also staring, in a way that made Mizuki wonder if he had forgotten all about their little tryst in the hall.
"Isn't that right, Genichirou?" asked Mizuki, with a laugh. "We most likely would have gotten lost without Kabaji-kun's help. Thank you once again, and we'll be on our -"
Except it was clear Kabaji hadn't forgotten about it, at all, as he suddenly stepped forwards and kissed Mizuki on the lips. Deeply. For a very long time.
...In front of Sanada.
Mizuki's eyes widened, and it was a nice kiss, really, but oh shit, oh god, Sanada... was nowhere to be found. Well, that was rather disheartening, Mizuki thought, as he slowly broke the kiss, though he loathed to do so. He stood there, blinking once or twice, before his head cleared and he was able to think properly. Or rather, flail madly.
"Genichirou!" he shouted, flying out the door and glancing around frantically. "Genichirou! Where are you? GENICHIROU!"
"Kabaji. Silence him," came a commanding voice from somewhere down the hall.
Kabaji nodded and reached out to grab Mizuki, pulling him close and claiming his mouth once again. As panicked as Mizuki was to have seemingly misplaced his lover, he let out a slight whimper as Kabaji put his apparently skilled tongue - defying any data Mizuki might have had to the contrary - to use and Mizuki found himself caring less and less that he was a dirty, filthy cheater.
"Hm," said Sanada, with a small frown, as he emerged out of the walk-in closet from where he had gone to retrieve his shoes. He eyed Mizuki and Kabaji, not quite knowing what to think of the whole situation.
"Well, this is certainly an interesting sight, is it not?" Atobe sent a sideways glance at Sanada, who was kneeling down to put his shoes on, and before any response could be given, added, "I do believe you left something behind in the ballroom, Genichirou."
"Yes," Sanada muttered, as he straightened. Snatching the pair of white briefs out of Atobe's grasp, he tugged his cap down and strode out of the house, past the kissing couple, without a backwards glance.
Author: d_angel777
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Kabaji x Mizuki, Sanada x Mizuki, Atobe x Sanada
Rating: A very weak PG-13. [OMG OMG IT'S NOT SMUT OMG =O]
Genre: CRACK. And humor. And fluff. :D
Warnings: See pairings and genre. Probably OOCness as well, but it's crack so whatevs. [I'm not even going to bother putting in a warning for boykissing.]
Word Count: 2875
Summary: Mizuki was pissed off. And on a mission.
Notes: Written for racketglomps as an apology gift for not RPing KabaMizu with her, and also possibly as a (very awful) return present for the OT5 fic she wrote for me. It was... supposed to be a drabble, but my mind clearly has something against writing anything under 1000 words. :|
Mizuki was pissed off. And on a mission.
For the third time that week, Sanada had stood him up in favour of rehearsing for some silly upcoming tango competition. Mizuki wasn't all that displeased with the idea of the dance - in fact, a tango outfit was something he often fantasized ripping off Sanada and rarely managed to convince him to wear - but he was most displeased that Sanada's dancing partner was Atobe Keigo.
There wasn't anything wrong with Atobe, of course, other than the simple fact that he was hopelessly in love with Sanada and that there was an 89-percent chance the two of them were screwing on the ballroom floor right at this moment... which was, actually, a pretty hot idea.
Momentarily distracted by the mental images, Mizuki twirled a lock of his luscious ebony hair absentmindedly and eyed the sign in front of Atobe's excessively large estate. Apparently, it was claiming that the property's security system was such that any and all trespassers would be spotted and prosecuted within a maximum of twenty seconds.
Well. Mizuki wasn't fool enough to listen to that tripe. According to his data (which was flawless, a fact he was very smug about indeed), about 72-percent of those signs were fake, designed to merely intimidate burglars and delinquents and deter them from even daring to touch the gate.
Mizuki's lips curved into a smirk as he fingered the binoculars strung around his neck and stepped up on the conveniently-placed foothold in the wall. "You will have to try harder than that, Atobe. Nfu."
Scaling a stone wall turned out to actually be quite the difficult thing to accomplish, but Mizuki persisted, and within several minutes he had climbed to the top, legs kicking out behind him as he scrambled to keep his balance. He did this all with pride and dignity, of course, and gave a rather shifty look over his shoulder as he dusted off his shirt, smoothed out the wrinkles in his trousers, and wriggled his hips back and forth and side to side as he attempted to rid himself of the wedgie that had, unfortunately, occurred sometime during the climb.
Once he had managed to regain his composure, Mizuki peered over the other side of the wall and exhaled a sigh of relief. Nothing but grass, and grass was most certainly conducive to a nice, soft landing.
Of course, when Mizuki carefully tossed his binoculars out on to the lawn and followed with a jump seconds later, he hadn't taken into account that there would be rocks.
"A... silly detail... to be over...looked..." he wheezed, in between coughs. In addition to fully scouring the environment before making such a hasty decision, he also reminded himself to never execute a bellyflop dive anywhere outside of a swimming pool. He struggled to sit up, then grabbed his binoculars and peered through them, gaze sweeping from one end of the mansion to the other. It was a bit strange, not being hidden away in the bushes, as he was accustomed to, but it was also a refreshing change to be out in the sun rather than in the shade.
He continued peering around with his binoculars, taking in the landscape and the general environment, when suddenly, a large hand clapped down on his shoulder.
Mizuki did not shriek like a girl. He shrieked like a banshee.
Binoculars falling with a soft thump to the ground, he whirled around, and a hand clapped over his mouth, silencing the shriek instantly. His eyes widened slightly as he registered exactly to whom the hands belonged, and he immediately began kicking, hitting, and biting when he was promptly thrown over a broad shoulder and carried across the grass.
"Put me down!" Mizuki commanded, once his mouth had been uncovered. "I demand you put me down at once! This is harassment! I will be suing if you do not -"
"Sign," interrupted his kidnapper, voice slow and deep as it had always been.
"The sign?" scoffed Mizuki. "That sign was clearly..."
He paused mid-sentence, mentally taking a few minutes back in time and counting the seconds from landing to assailment. One, two, three... twenty seconds. Exactly.
"...not fake!" finished Mizuki, sounding frankly horrified as he ceased all flailing movements.
His data was flawed.
"Right."
Mizuki shot a vicious look at his assailant. Or, his assailant's back, really, since there wasn't much else he could see from his current position. "Kabaji-san, I do not appreciate your input, as freakishly psychic as that response was. My data is flawed. This is a most troubling problem."
"Yes," agreed Kabaji, and Mizuki was somewhat appeased. Belatedly, he realized he was being taken inside the mansion, and he raised his head, only to have the back of his head hit the wall as Kabaji made an abrupt left turn.
After a loud exclamation of pain, Mizuki prodded Kabaji in the shoulder, the surface of which was perhaps a little less yielding than that of a tree trunk's. "Where are you taking me?" he asked, sucking on his now-sore finger.
"Atobe," answered Kabaji, and if Mizuki hadn't been inspecting his fingernail closely to see if it was cracked, he might have noticed the unusually affectionate tone of voice Kabaji used.
"Oh," said Mizuki, which was actually code for, "Oh, shit."
Seeing Atobe meant seeing Sanada. Seeing Sanada meant that Mizuki was either soon going to feel very guilty for not having any faith in his lover when it turned out Sanada actually had been just practicing, or feel jealous and horrible (and a little turned on, but that was, once again, beside the point) when it turned out Sanada really was doing the naughty with Atobe on the ballroom floor.
In a nutshell, seeing Atobe meant Trouble. Loads of it. And Mizuki was very, very afraid.
Of course, not all hope was lost. There was still one way to get out of this terrible predicament he had placed himself in, and it depended heavily on one particular ability he had always prided himself on: seduction.
"Oh, Kabaji-kun," said Mizuki, his voice coming out in a little trill. One part of him could scarcely believe he was actually attempting to seduce Kabaji Munehiro, while the other part was rather...excited. His skills of seduction hadn't been put into use for quite a while, after all, ever since he had first managed to land Sanada Genichirou, who ended up being all Mizuki would ever need or want. "Are you sure taking me to Atobe-san is the best course of action? I admit, being caught in such a compromising position was surely not very smart nor cunning of me, but someone as gentle-hearted, not to mention handsome, as yourself... could you not allow me to get away, this one time?"
"No," said Kabaji firmly, without hesitation, and Mizuki was stunned to think that the word was even in the boy's vocabulary. This was not to say he would be giving up so easily, of course.
"No?" repeated Mizuki, and he moved his fingers in little patterns along Kabaji's back. "Really? Not even if you received... something in return for your kindness?" He emphasized the offer with a little shake of his behind, which was about 38-percent more effective due to its current location on Kabaji's shoulder.
"...No," replied Kabaji, though Mizuki was very satisfied to hear that the response delay time had increased dramatically and the certainty had decreased significantly. Things were going quite well, he thought with a smile that was most definitely not evil in any way.
"I happen to know you have a fondness for strawberry milkshakes, Kabaji-kun," continued Mizuki, still idly tracing patterns on Kabaji's back. "My strawberry milkshakes draw all the manly men to my kitchen, did you know? I might make one for you as a special gift."
"Milkshake?" grunted Kabaji, and Mizuki was extremely pleased to note that his resistance was waning considerably.
"Milkshake," confirmed Mizuki, and he abruptly kicked off his left shoe and sent it flying to the floor. "Oh dear. I seem to have lost my shoe. Would you mind picking that up, Kabaji-kun?"
This was the most integral moment of the entire plot; it would all depend on how well he had managed to wrap Kabaji around his little finger. If Mizuki had failed, Kabaji would refuse and simply continue on his way to see Atobe. If Mizuki had succeeded, on the other hand...
Kabaji nodded once and began bending over to pick up the shoe. Mizuki quickly acted, leaning backwards to throw off his balance and ending up, miraculously, sprawled on the floor with Kabaji on top of him. A small part of him leapt amongst the clouds and rainbows in his head in joy. His plan was going, as expected, perfectly!
"Oh," Mizuki breathed, staring up at Kabaji. He was especially thankful that Kabaji had managed to prop himself up with his knees and hands, as he would have been quite flattened, otherwise. "Well, this is... quite the situation, isn't it?" He lifted a finger to draw a trail along Kabaji's jawline, tracing his lips and pressing the tip of his finger against them. Kabaji was utterly silent. Time for the kill.
Mizuki moved his hands to grasp Kabaji's shoulders lightly, turning them over with surprising ease, until he was lying on top of Kabaji, who was now rather like a fallen stone statue on the floor. Kabaji was quite warm, Mizuki noticed, and really, he would have been very content to just stay as he was in some... other situation, he was sure.
Unfortunately, there were pressing things that needed to be done, so without further ado, Mizuki leaned down and kissed Kabaji softly on the lips, and much to his surprise, the other boy tasted strongly of... mint lip balm.
"I admire a man who moisturizes his lips," whispered Mizuki in what he thought was a very seductive voice, surely enough to woo even the most stoic of men. Although, considering who his partner currently was, that really wasn't all that surprising. Oh, Mizuki did love his life. <3
"Yes," said Kabaji, the first thing he'd said in approximately four minutes and thirty-two seconds, and it didn't really make the most sense either. Mizuki peered closely into Kabaji's eyes; as expected, they were rather glazed over. Clearly, Kabaji was not the most experienced with intimacy, and it was almost endearing.
Mizuki kissed Kabaji again, sliding the tip of his tongue against the soft lips to part them, and surprisingly enough, Kabaji responded, taking in Mizuki's tongue and rubbing his own against it, in a way that was... really quite erotic, Mizuki realized a bit numbly. Was he... truly enjoying himself? Perhaps...
A little voice inside his head popped up angrily. HAJIME. YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. >O, it said, and Mizuki winced, for the shrill words were like sharp, stinging pins in his brain. STOP THIS AT ONCE!
Reluctantly, Mizuki pulled away from Kabaji and pressed his finger to those lips once again. He began to slowly shift off, then whispered, "Thank you, Kabaji-kun," before promptly jumping up, grabbing his shoe, and tearing down the hall as fast as he could.
Yes, yes, everything was going to plan, he thought, not so upset about having to leave a very nice kiss now that the taste of freedom was in his grasp. Soon, he would be out on the street, where he'd call a taxi, and go home and perhaps bake some cookies - wearing nothing but his favoured apron, of course - for Sanada's eventual return.
What he didn't plan, however, was running promptly into the wall.
Or not a wall, as it were, but none other than his lover, Sanada Genichirou.
"Hajime," said Sanada's voice, somewhere above and behind him, in surprise.
"G-Genichirou," panted Mizuki, clutching at his side as he rolled over from where he had fallen on the floor. He was utterly winded, both from the run and the collision, and his nose hurt. Damn Sanada for being so well-toned and muscular, no matter how many cookies were forced upon him every week. "Imagine... seeing you... here!"
"Imagine that," Sanada agreed, brow raised, as he extended a hand and helped Mizuki to his feet.
"Mizuki-kun," said a lofty, very familiar voice from the entranceway of the ballroom. Mizuki glanced up in the middle of brushing his shirt off (which was an entirely unnecessary action, as Atobe's floor was immaculate).
"Atobe-san," greeted Mizuki, resisting the urge to glare and/or scowl. "I came to pick Genichirou up. Have you finished your, ah, practice session?" He suddenly was very grateful for his ability to lie so smoothly. He really was all kinds of amazing.
"We have," said Sanada, and the look Atobe sent at him made Mizuki frown. "I am surprised that you would make the tedious journey all the way to Keigo's estate to do that, Hajime."
"Of course I would. It's getting quite dark, after all." Mizuki stepped closer to Sanada, giving him a quick peck on the lips and keeping his eyes level with Atobe's so he could see clearly that Sanada was his.
"Ah, Genichirou, how sweet," said Atobe, sounding merely amused and not perturbed by Mizuki's possessiveness in any way. "Your boyfriend doesn't think you can protect yourself."
"Genichirou harbours a secret fear of the dark," snapped Mizuki hotly, immediately rising to his lover's defence.
There was a long silence.
"Hajime..." said Sanada in a warning tone. Mizuki blinked, then felt a blush rise to his cheeks.
"That was a lie, of course," amended Mizuki, taking Sanada's hand and beginning to drag him towards the direction of the front door. "Nfu. Genichirou is the most macho, manliest man I have ever met. He has no fears."
Sanada stared, at an utter loss for words. Mizuki beamed up at him in return.
"Do enjoy yourself, Genichirou, Mizuki-kun," drawled Atobe, turning to head back into the ballroom. He paused, then turned his head to glance back at Sanada. "Ah, and Genichirou. Don't be late tomorrow evening. Remember, seven o'clock sharp." Before Mizuki could even protest - he and Sanada had a date planned for the next evening! - he whirled around again and snapped his fingers. "Kabaji. Escort them out."
Mizuki promptly forgot all about protesting and swallowed nervously, as Kabaji appeared out of nowhere and pointedly did not look at either of them as he strode ahead and led the way out. Or maybe he never looked at people he was ordered to guide, but that didn't stop Mizuki from worrying over it. He felt horribly guilty now. He had used Kabaji and tossed him away like a cheap pair of pantyhose.
...Mizuki didn't want to think where that had come from.
"Ah... Kabaji-kun, thank you," he said once they had arrived at the front door, trying not to sound too awkward, in case Sanada spotted something suspicious going on. "Really. Your assistance was invaluable."
Sanada, once again, stared. Kabaji was also staring, in a way that made Mizuki wonder if he had forgotten all about their little tryst in the hall.
"Isn't that right, Genichirou?" asked Mizuki, with a laugh. "We most likely would have gotten lost without Kabaji-kun's help. Thank you once again, and we'll be on our -"
Except it was clear Kabaji hadn't forgotten about it, at all, as he suddenly stepped forwards and kissed Mizuki on the lips. Deeply. For a very long time.
...In front of Sanada.
Mizuki's eyes widened, and it was a nice kiss, really, but oh shit, oh god, Sanada... was nowhere to be found. Well, that was rather disheartening, Mizuki thought, as he slowly broke the kiss, though he loathed to do so. He stood there, blinking once or twice, before his head cleared and he was able to think properly. Or rather, flail madly.
"Genichirou!" he shouted, flying out the door and glancing around frantically. "Genichirou! Where are you? GENICHIROU!"
"Kabaji. Silence him," came a commanding voice from somewhere down the hall.
Kabaji nodded and reached out to grab Mizuki, pulling him close and claiming his mouth once again. As panicked as Mizuki was to have seemingly misplaced his lover, he let out a slight whimper as Kabaji put his apparently skilled tongue - defying any data Mizuki might have had to the contrary - to use and Mizuki found himself caring less and less that he was a dirty, filthy cheater.
"Hm," said Sanada, with a small frown, as he emerged out of the walk-in closet from where he had gone to retrieve his shoes. He eyed Mizuki and Kabaji, not quite knowing what to think of the whole situation.
"Well, this is certainly an interesting sight, is it not?" Atobe sent a sideways glance at Sanada, who was kneeling down to put his shoes on, and before any response could be given, added, "I do believe you left something behind in the ballroom, Genichirou."
"Yes," Sanada muttered, as he straightened. Snatching the pair of white briefs out of Atobe's grasp, he tugged his cap down and strode out of the house, past the kissing couple, without a backwards glance.