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Who: Sanada Genichirou and Niou Masaharu
Where: Niou's house
When: ... Sometime in the holidays when they were both at home >_>
What: Sanada goes to Niou's house for dinner. Laxatives are involved
Rating: Um. Smut-free?
Comments: *die*
Sanada paused outside Niou's front door, glancing around him quickly before looking down at his shirt buttons to check that yes, they were all done up correctly. He patted his hair down, and... after another glance around him, quickly checked that his fly was done up completely. That might have been embarrassing. It probably would have been safer to wear dark coloured boxers, just in case he had forgotten to check his fly or something. Yellow was a bit obvious. Sanada took a deep breath, clenched and unclenched his fingers before ringing the doorbell, shuffling awkwardly on the spot waiting for someone to open the door.
From a window above Niou peered down stealthily, spying on Sanada's quick appearance check. He snorted with laughter and forgot to feel nervous. But it wasn't as if Niou had done otherwise for the past half an hour. He decided that he was suitably groomed to look carelessly well-dressed. Like he had just gotten out of bed. That sort of was his signature look after all. Niou flew down the stairs as the doorbell rang and a strange crash came from his younger brother's room. He threw open the door and then -- "Hi." he greeted Sanada, feeling a bit jumpy. "Come in."
He wasn't sure who he was expecting to see when the door opened. One of Niou's parents, perhaps. But no, he was faced with Niou himself and he nodded his head at the greeting. Sanada stepped into the house, taking off his shoes and tried not to look around too much. He'd never been to Niou's house before, didn't have much of an idea as to what it was like... but he had a very good feeling he wasn't going to be finding a koi pond and dojo here. "... I came early." Hint hint. Sanada looked at Niou. "You look... nice."
"You, too." Niou replied immediately, curbing the instinctive teasing remarks swelling behind his tongue. "Very sharp." His gaze swept over Sanada's neat, creaseless shirt and dark pants, lingering where he had seen Sanada checking earlier. "Uh...want to go upstairs?" he asked, pushing Sanada's sneakers against the shoe rack. "Need the bathroom?"
Sharp? ... Alright. He glanced down at his shirt again, shifting uncomfortably as Niou kept looking down... well, Sanada knew where Niou was looking. It was too low to be his shirt. "Yes." Going upstairs would be better than standing in the entrance hall, where their conversation was becoming more stunted than usual. "No I don't need the bathroom." He'd gone at home before he left. "... Lead the way."
Niou took Sanada up the stairs, past his sister's room (he could hear the residual sounds of Tila Tequila from under the door), and then his brother's (punctuated with little noises of strange robotic experiments). He ushered Sanada into his own room, then closed the door behind them. It was neat. There was a cork board of photographs and a small Rikkai pennant. Newspaper clippings of silly articles and a neon lights display. Niou kept everything well-organised so that hiding things was easy. Besides, a lot of his things were back at camp with Yagyuu. "You can look around."
For some reason, he'd been expecting Niou's room to be messy, like a cyclone had hit the room recently or something. Sanada nodded at Niou's words and looked around the room, eying cork board before he walked over to it, looking at the photos. He approved of the Rikkai flag. "No plushies hiding in your cupboard?" he asked, looking around again. Sanada sort of wanted to looking the wardrobe, but he wasn't going to, just in case. Niou might have stuffed somethings to hide from view in there, and he didn't want to accidentally see them. Nor was he particularly interested in shifting through Niou's underwear collection.
Niou shook his head, sliding open his closet door as Sanada gave it a curious look. Inside were rows of identical blue boxes and folders. "I don't like plushies." he said, grinning at Sanada who was probably thinking of Francis. "I have a Furby." Niou walked over to the other closet, sliding the door open too to reveal rows of clothes, mostly jackets and pants he rarely wore. It was mostly empty, anyway.
He looked at the contents of Niou's wardrobe, pressing his lips together at the mass of blue. There were a lot of boxes in there. Sanada was somewhat curious as to what was in there, but thought it was probably better that he didn't ask, or find out. "... Right." In his opinion, something he wasn't going to share with Niou, Francis was far superior to any plushie. But he was biased and wasn't going to have any sort of discussion about that. Sanada moved from where he was standing, hesitating a moment before sitting on the edge of Niou's bed. They still had a good 20 minutes before he'd been meant to arrive at Niou's house, it would be stupid to just stand around for the entire time.
He sat down with Sanada, unsure if he should suggest they look around the garden or the kitchen...or something. It might come off like he just wanted Sanada to get off his bed, which he didn't really want at all. A little voice like Yagyuu in him babbled on about germs from the train but Niou ignored it. "So are you back to your usual kendo standards?" he asked awkwardly. Those trainings must have done something - Sanada seemed to spend all his waking hours in the dojo now.
Sanada glanced at Niou as he sat down before turning his attention to the cork board, looking at it from a distance. The photos sort of blurred together the longer he stared, paying more attention to the heat he could feel from Niou sitting next to him. "Yes." It had been a very intense few days. "My grandfather was not pleased with me for not training regularly." He looked at Niou again then away, digging his fingers into the blankets. "Have I gotten..." he paused, frowning slightly, "... buffer?" That had been what Niou had speculated on his journal, right? Something like that, anyway. He didn't know the answer himself.
Niou laughed at Sanada's strange question. Maybe he was just playing along with Niou. It was okay. ''Flex your muscles and I'll tell you your score.'' Niou said, scooting backward so he could get a better view. ''Maybe when you go back to camp you and Kite should go an request that they allocate space for a dojo. Then we can continue our private lessons.'' Though the presence of a dojo would mean that Sanada would wake up even earlier. He wondered why Sanada never seemed tired from all the exercise.
"... No, it's fine." He looked in the opposite direction from Niou, rather wishing he had a cap so he could hide under it. Sanada took a few deep breaths before turning to face Niou again. The idea... wasn't bad, but the shrine had been okay for a place to train, when Niou wasn't there offering him drinks in paper sealife cups. "Maybe." he said eventually. "If not, we'll find somewhere else to train." If they completely ran out of options... they could always train on the tennis courts, he supposed, even though that sort of bothered him. Tennis courts were for tennis, not for kendo. He twisted around to better look at Niou and poked him in the leg. "Have you been training still?"
''...Sort of.'' Niou admitted, swinging his legs. Truthfully, he hadn't run more than five kilometres since he'd left camp. He definitely wasn't half as disciplined. Niou gave Sanada a curious look, the prodded his bicep like testing a slab of meat for freshness. Sanada did look more...filled out, that was true. His eyes skimmed the boy's figure then darted to the clock. Showing Sanada around had taken less time than imagined.
He frowned at Niou's answer, grabbing his leg and holding it still to poke it again. Hmm... He ran his hand down, pausing for a moment to squeeze Niou's calf muscle. "Will you come running with me again?" Sanada asked, letting go of Niou's leg. "... Back at camp, I mean." He didn't expect Niou to get up at the crack of dawn, travel to his place and then go for a long run with him or anything. Though if Niou was up for that, Sanada wouldn't object. He supposed he sort of deserved the poke to his arm. He had just inspected Niou's leg muscles, after all. It was tempting to glance down at his watch to check the time, just to see how much time they'd spent awkwardly in Niou's room and how much longer to go until dinner was apparently supposed to start. No, that would probably give a very wrong impression.
Niou cocked his head, giving Sanada an amused look as his leg underwent special fukubuchou inspection. ''Do I get your stamp of approval?'' he asked, then crossed his legs easily. ''Maybe I'll come running.'' Niou shrugged, looking away. He'd been doing his own workout, anyway. Except Sanada's runs were going to be faster, longer, and harder. Niou frowned.
Then came a familiar female voice from outside. ''Dinner's ready! Are you naked inside!?''
Niou glanced at Sanada with raised eyebrows. ''Yes!'' he shouted back at his sister and stood up to close his closets.
"Yes." Niou's legs felt fine. Didn't seem to have softened in the time that they had stopped running together. He nodded at Niou's answer to his question. He had a feeling that he would be able to interpret the maybe as a 'no'. Sanada didn't think Niou used to go running just for the training. He opened his mouth to speak again when someone spoke through the door and he vaguely thought it might have been Niou's mother until... the... question. Sanada tensed and coughed to hide his embarrassment, which only really grew a lot larger when Niou shouted back. Oh good grief. "Niou!" ... fantastic.
Niou chuckled wickedly as Sanada's face promptly turned a very satisfying shade of red. He could hear his siblings sliding down the banister downstairs. ''If I'd said no, she would have been suspicious.'' Niou explained. Besides, it was hard to resist teasing Sanada when the boy could produce such favourable squawks. ''Are you ready to meet my family?'' he asked playfully. ''They've heard lots about you.''
Why would she be suspicious? They weren't in a relationship, why would they be naked in Niou's room together!? Sanada coughed again, adjusting his shirt as he stood up. He didn't say anything to Niou; he didn't trust himself to be coherent. At the question, he nodded after a pause, trying to ignore Niou's additional comment. He didn't want to know what Niou had told his family about him. ... But he couldn't stop himself from wondering. "Let's go." He made his way out the door and downstairs, nearly bumping into Niou's sister at the bottom of the stairs. Oh god. Her words went through one ear and out the other, the only word that really registered in his brain was 'hunk'. Oh god, this was worse than being at home with Kamechirou. He didn't say anything, turning around to look for Niou, as if he'd appear from thin air and save him from having to deal with a female that wasn't his mother.
Niou could hear Sanada being held up by his sister outside as he stood in the kitchen, stacking plates of fresh food on top of his brother's head and sent him out. He brought out the liver and tofu, stomach gurgling happily at the sight of Mum's cooking. ''Hey, sit next to me.'' Niou chucked his chin at a seat as his parents greeted Sanada, telling him that there was no need to help out. Niou wiped his palms on his pants, inwardly hoping Sanada wasn't feeling very out of place and awkward.
He found himself being dragged into the kitchen by Niou's sister, pulling his arm out of her grasp as soon as they got there. It was actually quite disturbing. Sanada bowed to Niou's parents, before he sat down in the offered chair, nudging Niou's leg with his own, under the table. "... Thanks." he mumbled, not really sure if he was talking to Niou or his mother who was handing out bowls of rice. Sanada couldn't help but compare this dinner with the ones he normally had at his house. The food looked great, it was just a much noisier atmosphere.
''You're so polite,'' Niou muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he put a piece of yellowtail into the pot to cook. A little rush of adrenaline shot up his leg when Sanada's rubbed against his own and Niou swallowed. He couldn't decide if it was intentional or accidental so quickly slid his foot against Sanada's ankle. Accidentally, of course. His family was talking to Sanada now, his mother asking about the food, his father about his height, and his sister about something that made Sanada colour. Niou gnawed on his chopsticks jumpily and slurped his soup.
"I have a traditional family." he replied quietly, as though that explained why he was polite. Sanada would ignore Kamechirou as part of his family for that particular line of reasoning. He moved his foot slightly as he felt what he assumed to be Niou's foot against his. Before he knew what was really happening, he was assaulted by questions from all sides and he tried his best to answer them. Yes, the food was good. Last time he measured himself he was 180cm, though he'd grown since then. And he would ignore the question about what he and Niou had been doing up in Niou's room earlier.
''I'll tell you something else that grew since the last time.'' Niou whispered to Sanada, completely straight-faced except for a tiny wiggle of his toes. He scooped food out of the pot for Sanada, and then for his brother so he would continue eating and be too busy to ask questions. So far, Niou's parents seemed fond of Sanada. He was sooo courteous, sooo well-dressed, Niou wondered if they were going to try to adopt him. And then, would it be incest if - Niou hastily drank more tea.
Sanada choked on a mouthful of food, turning away and covering his mouth to cough. That was not a good thing for Niou to say! As he turned around again, he shifted awkwardly in his chair at the differing looking he was getting. Some of concern and... an extremely speculative look. Do not want. He mumbled an apology and put one hand on Niou's knee, squeezing it warningly. Don't say anything like that again during dinner. Niou's brother started questioning him at that point, some very fast, simple questions that he didn't mind answering. Yes, he liked playing tennis. He did kendo as well. He wanted to go pro. Nice, easy questions.
Feeling Sanada's hand on his knee, something inside him curled up with pleasure. He continued eating as if he hadn't said anything, picking his way through a piece of fish and dipping it in soy sauce. Sanada's questions were nothing new, things Niou knew by heart. ''Sanada was Rikkai's fukubuchou, numbnuts.'' Niou told his brother, who, being a tiny wiener, had arrived at Rikkai long after they'd all left.
He glanced at Niou as he spoke, his eyebrows drawing together. Sanada bit back an automatic reprimand for being rude but... he supposed it was Niou's family and Niou was the one who knew how he was able to address his family members. "The title's stuck a bit." he said after swallowing a mouthful, his hand tightening on Niou's leg slightly. Niou's sister chimed in at that point, sprouting more ridiculous questions that made him want to sink into his chair and disappear. ... How much more to eat was there? Sanada found himself giving the usual boring answer of "we trained" when asked what he and Niou did at camp together. It was... true, sort of. And then the usual "I train more" when asked about the differences in their body shapes. No, he wasn't purposely trying to be boring with his answers. It just... conveniently happened.
Niou could sense Sanada's unease seeping through his palm into his knee and then his bloodstream. He was about to say, ''Good genes'' to his parents when Sanada cut in and Niou stood up, offering to help his mum get out the dessert. He'd serve Sanada's and make him feel...special. Leaving Sanada to fend for himself, Niou hovered in the kitchen, getting out ice for drinks and dessert. He slid the plate in front of Sanada, flashing him a small, sympathetic smile. Sanada didn't look like he'd ever want to come back.
Sanada only just remembered to loosen his fingers from where they had been steadily closing around a section of Niou's pants. Having Niou stand up and his pants fall down because Sanada was holding onto a bit might be a bit... unneeded. He didn't really want Niou to go away to the kitchen, but bit back any words to Niou, focusing instead on answering questions. The number of questions didn't seem to be decreasing. As a plate of what he assumed to be dessert appeared hin front of him, he blinked in surprise. "... Thanks." He hesitated a moment before starting to eat.
Niou made a soft sound of acknowledgment, slipping back into his seat. ''Are you full? Do you want drinks?'' he asked Sanada, spooning green tea ice cream into his mouth and licking his lips. He didn't think so, but Sanada might be so polite he wouldn't even make a sound if he was starving. Niou could always give him some of his own dessert.
"I'm fine." And yes, he was being completely truthful about that as well. He'd eaten enough. Sanada ate another spoonful and glanced at Niou, sneakily placing his hand back on Niou's leg. He was reminded quite heavily of his birthday dinner earlier in the year... however he was not going to be moving his hand any higher. The icecream was good.
It didn't take him long to finish and he pushed back the empty plate, his hand tightening on Niou's thigh. "Thankyou for the meal." he looked at Niou again to see if he was finished. Sanada sort of wondered exactly what they were going to do after dinner... well, he'd ask Niou after.
Ahhh. Biting back an exclamation of surprise, Niou's leg still stiffened as Sanada's hand slithered to his thigh, warm and meaty through his pants. And if Sanada didn't take it away, something quite horribly embarrassing was going to happen. Niou continued eating with his left hand, his right giving Sanada's sweaty paw a smack. He felt a twinge of guilt for making suggestive comments, but the thought of Sanada saying dirty things with that straight face of his only caused a wave of happiness in his pants that should not be there. He ate ice cream and then cherries, sucking the seeds clean while he over-analyzed the fact that Sanada was groping him and he was mostly agreeable to that.
Sanada's fingers dug into Niou's leg slightly as his hand got smacked and he frowned to himself. The conversation at the table had thankfully turned away from him for a bit. He spent most of the time half focusing on the conversation, and the rest of it concentrating on rubbing his hand against Niou's thigh.
He didn't really notice at first, but slowly a pain in his stomach grew, beginning to make him stop focusing on the conversation. Before he knew it, his hands were clenched into fists and he was biting down on the inside of his mouth. ... That hurt. There must have been something in the food that didn't agree with his stomach. Sanada stood up and bowed to Niou's family. "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."
So stubborn. Niou tried his hardest not to give any sign that he had felt Sanada's touches, or that his body shuddered lightly as the extra-sensitive regions were rubbed coupled with a stray lewd thought. He looked up in surprise as Sanada suddenly sprang up from the table, clutching his stomach. Despite the discomfort Sanada was in, he still managed to perform a quick formal bow. ''I'll show you to the bathroom,'' Niou said, standing up too and pushing back the chair. He bounded up the stairs ahead of Sanada, leading him to Niou's own bathroom.
He nodded as Niou stood up as well, mumbling a thanks. Sanada gave another bow to Niou's family before walking out of the kitchen, his nails digging into his palms. Walking up the stairs was... somewhat bothersome, but he did it quickly, thinking that the faster he got up the stairs, the less painful it would be. It worked with standing up and sitting down with muscle pain? Only when he was sure he was completely out of view of the kitchen did he grit his teeth together and press one hand against his stomach. Ow. "... Sorry. I'm feeling sick."
Niou threw open the bathroom door, flicking on all the lights. He gave Sanada a concerned look at the grimace he was wearing. Was it that bad? Niou patted him on the back, feeling deeply sorry for the boy. He would make it up to him later. As Sanada briskly walked into the bathroom, Niou stood outside, twiddling his thumbs worriedly. ''Are you okay?'' he shouted. This was just...rather unexpected.
... Why wasn't Niou going away? Why was he standing outside shouting through the door? Sanada wanted to shout back at him to go away and stop bothering him, but he bit his lip to stop himself. "... I'm fine." he said eventually, feeling extremely awkward. You weren't meant to talk to someone while on the toilet! He was silent, stopping himself from talking to Niou, to ask if he was still there. Sanada let out a deep breath. This was very uncomfortable.
Niou shuffled from one foot to the other outside. He winced, Sanada must be in so much pain that he couldn't even muster up an answer! ''That's what you always say!'' he said through the crack in the door. ''You don't have to act so tough around me. I bet you don't even mean it,'' Niou ranted on, still speaking into the crack of light.
Sanada just sighed as Niou spoke. "Most of the time it's true." There had been a few times when he'd said it to hide his frustration, he would admit that, but... he was being truthful now. Somewhat. Niou's next words made him frown at the door, and for a moment he forgot that he was on the toilet and Niou was outside, talking through the crack in the door. "I am not 'acting tough'." he said grumpily. Maybe if he stopped responding, Niou would go away. That was an idea.
"Are you sure?" Niou called from the other side, cheek pressed against the cool wooden door. He could hear Sanada sighing that very bull-like, endearing way of his, and Niou's heart thumped in his chest. "Be right back!"
In minutes, Niou had returned with a handful of sports magazines. Recent ones, he'd picked them up when he'd gotten back in town. He flipped through one, sitting with his back against the door. Dessert was pretty much forgotten, and the sounds of his family chatting and watching the TV seemed very far away. Niou tore out articles on Nadal and tennis and diets for runners and pushed them through the crack beneath the door.
He didn't respond to Niou's statement, hearing him walk away, so it didn't really matter anyway. Sanada alternated between staring at the wall to his right and the wall to his left, and at one point stared at the crack at the bottom of the door, as though waiting for a shadow to appear in it to show that Niou had returned. Sure enough, a few minutes later, one appeared... as well as a collection of what looked like ripped out magazine articles. Sanada used one foot to pull them closer, looking at them. ... oh. Well... that was interesting.
Sanada eventually finished, giving his hands a very thorough scrub in the sink before going to the door. He opened the door, his leg quickly moving behind Niou's back to stop him from falling backwards with the lack of a door to lean upon. "... Thankyou for the articles."
Immersed in a magazine, Niou didn't register the flush of the toilet until the door swung open from behind him. He rolled his head back against Sanada's leg, looking up at him through his bangs. "..." he opened his mouth but the words were stuck in the back of his throat. "You know...it's kind of late. I don't think...it might...the last train." Niou mumbled lamely, scooping up the magazines scattered by his feet. He didn't dare look at Sanada any longer.
Niou's words were a bit hard to decipher. He gathered that it was late, and something about the last train. Sanada did vaguely wonder when the last train to his house went... he hadn't checked. Stupid move, that. He had a small idea about what Niou was trying to haltingly say, but wasn't about to leap on it. "What are you suggesting?" It was best to get a direct statement. He could always walk home, if things came to that. Or call his parents and see if they would be willing to drive to Niou's house and back. They probably wouldn't agree to that. Sanada moved his leg, stepped out from behind Niou, holding out the magazine articles he'd been given.
''Maybeyoushouldstaythenight.'' Niou muttered very quickly, getting to his feet. Since it's so late. ''You might need the bathroom on the way home! That would be a disaster.'' Niou began to walk toward the store room where the extra futon for Yagyuu was kept. He spun on his heel, wagging a finger at Sanada. ''You might get mugged or raped walking home alone. It's a dangerous world out there.'' Seriously, what? Niou's face burned at the rubbish he was spouting.
Sanada kept finding his reply to Niou's words cut off by Niou giving him reasons to why he should stay, that, in his opinion, got steadily more ludicrous. Though the him maybe needing a bathroom in a bit was fairly logical. He didn't know if his stomach had finished being upset. Sanada followed Niou, waiting for a moment of silence before speaking. "If it's fine with your parents." He tried not to notice the colour Niou's face was turning, taking a hold of the futon and pulling it out of Niou's arms. "I'll... need to borrow a shirt though."
''It's fine with them.'' Niou assured Sanada. Of course it was when he had asked beforehand. He opened the door to his own room, grabbing a shirt from the closet and laying it on the bed. Niou had tried to choose a larger one but as Sanada walked in with the futon he could see that it was going to quite...fitting. Then, Niou grabbed another garment from the closet and put it on the shirt. Special boxer-briefs. He gestured to the clothes and then scurried downstairs for water and medicine for Sanada.
He maneuvered his way into the room, putting the futon on the ground just in time to see Niou pointing at things. ... Alright. Sanada glanced at what had been put on the bed, frowning at the sight of... underwear? He was not going to wear Niou's underwear. Part of him wondered what exactly Niou had done with the pairs of boxers he'd thrown out... and then he decided that he simply did not want to know. It was a bit strange though; the underwear on the bed looked like his size and new... Sanada picked them up very carefully, his eyes narrowing as he saw what was written on the front. That was not funny. The shirt seemed fine though, thankfully.
Niou barged back into his room, a glass of water and a little tablet in hand. ''Do you want to shower?'' he asked Sanada, giving him the medicine and catching sight of the boxer-briefs he was holding up. Niou grinned at Sanada's disgruntled expression and pulled it out of his hands. 'SEXUAL CONTENTS' Read the words printed across the front. ''You can use my shower gel and shampoo.''
When Niou appeared again, Sanada found himself feeling extremely thankful that he hadn't decided to change into the shirt. Sanada was slightly suspicious as to what the tablet was - the memories of the viagra and the cake coming back very vividly. "Are you going to have a shower?" he hesitated a moment before swallowing the tablet. Sanada showered in the morning and then again after training but... well, there would be nothing wrong with showering at night. Maybe Niou didn't want him to wear his clothes while 'dirty'. "I don't need those." he said, gesturing at the 'SEXUAL CONTENT' underwear. He had boxers. They were fine.
Niou shook his head, taking back the empty glass. He'd bathed before Sanada had arrived so that he would look very clean (he had been playing with cement in the morning.) ''Wear them!'' Niou wheedled, pressing the clothes on Sanada. ''I bought that for you.'' Because Sanada had a special interest in underwear and Niou could not resist. ''Besides, you always wear new underwear before bed.'' Niou pointed out, passing Sanada a clean towel too.
Sanada was finding it very hard to continue disagreeing with Niou, except for the fact that he didn't really want to sleep in... that. He accepted the towel, pausing before glancing at his bundle. "... Fine." He couldn't believe he was agreeing to this. ... Well, at least Niou had prepared for him... sleeping over or something. He'd have a shower as well. "I don't have a toothbrush." Sanada could technically go without brushing his teeth and just feel a bit gross the next day, but he really would prefer not to.
Hee. Niou bit back a satisfied grin. ''I'll get you a spare.'' he told Sanada, ''You can go shower first, I'll pass it to you later.'' As Sanada entered the bathroom again, Niou ran to the store room, standing on a tall stool to take out a box...he'd almost forgotten how easy it was to peek into the bathroom window through the store room. The water started running, and suddenly finding a toothbrush seemed very hard.
"... Alright." Sanada made his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He didn't really want someone else from Niou's family, curious as to who was in the bathroom open it on him. That would be... utterly horrifying. It took him just a few moments to turn on the water, strip off his clothes and hop into the shower. That was the advantage of having a colder shower; you didn't have to wait for the water to heat up as much. He tried to go as fast as possible, mentally counting the passing seconds before he turned off the water.
As though he was running late and getting ready for morning training, Sanada dried himself off quickly, pulled on the... provided clothes - trying really hard not to grimace at what was written on them - and rubbed his hair with the towel. He opened the door and poked his head out. "... Niou?"
Niou stood peeping through the too-small window, face pressed down to avoid being caught. Ah...Sanada really had gotten buffer. Niou stared at Sanada's defined stomach muscles, unable to pull his eyes away. The box of toiletries lay forgotten, and Niou started wildly as Sanada called out his name, even though he was facing the other direction. He tumbled off, grabbing a toothbrush, and scrambled out of the room, heart still pumping non-stop. ''You didn't wash behind your ears.'' he declared, handing over the unopened toothbrush.
The shirt was too small, that much as obvious as he accepted the toothbrush and felt some restraint from the shirt around his shoulder. It fit him... alright, he supposed, but his usual sleeping shirt was looser. Still... he couldn't be picky about it. Sanada was in the middle of telling Niou that yes, he did wash behind his ears when he stopped, and stared at Niou for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he dropped the towel on Niou's head. "How do you know where I've washed or not?"
''Hee.'' Niou said, pulling the used towel over his head like a shawl. His shirt looked good on Sanada, fitting enough to show off his biceps. The boxer-briefs...very snug. He decided that Sanada probably didn't want to know, so clutched the ends of the towel and ran back to his room, springing under the covers childishly and curling up. His heart thudded in anticipation, like they were playing hide-and-seek. He wondered if there was something special in his mother's cooking that made him particularly high.
That was not a satisfactory answer. He frowned as Niou scuttled off, returning to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Sanada spotted the lump under the bed covers immediately as he finally entered Niou's room again and stomped in, making absolutely no effort to hide the fact that he was there. He took his time, laying out the futon properly before going over to the bed and promptly sat on the lump. "Answer my question." He poked down with one finger, not really sure what part of Niou he was poking, and really, he didn't want to know.
For a few naive moments Niou almost thought Sanada was so much of an oaf that he hadn't seen him. He was wrong.
Ow! Niou wriggled and squirmed as Sanada abruptly...sat on him, and then gave his shoulder a merciless jab. He squirmed under Sanada some more, the boy was quite heavy and it didn't help that he'd just stuffed himself at dinner. ''You're sitting on me. Why are you so kinky?'' he wailed, voice muffled by the thick comforter.
It was really quite odd. Sanada balanced himself with one hand on the bed while Niou wiggled away, resisting the urge to get off. He blinked at Niou's words and it took a moment for them to register and he poked Niou again. "I am not 'kinky'." Well... at least he didn't think sitting on Niou would be considered 'kinky'. Wearing a toga, stuffing a vibrating butt plug up Niou's ass and making him to study might... go under the category. That he could understand. Sanada stuck one hand under the covers, encountering what he assumed was Niou's hair. "Can I have the towel back?"
Niou stopped wiggling, tensing up as a hand wormed around in front of his face. ''D'you like me squirming under you?'' he asked, and on impulse opened his mouth to suck on Sanada's probing thumb. He could feel the body on his jump lightly in surprise, and Niou grinned, extending an arm to pass the towel back.
"Under the covers, no." There. That was an honest answer. Sanada pulled his hand out, wiping his thumb on the bed covers before accepting the towel. That was disgusting. He rubbed the towel over his hair, wiping his somewhat wet neck. Sanada shifted, sitting on the bed instead of on top of Niou, glanced at the door for a moment before yanking the covers down. That was better. "... When do you go to sleep?"
''It depends.'' Niou said, stretching out with a sigh, and his back cricked from being curled up so long. ''But what did you mean? About...under the covers.'' Had he just misinterpreted Sanada's answer? Niou glanced at the clock, it was only a bit past 9. Though, he reasoned to himself, they couldn't sleep too late since they were going to have another kendo lesson the next morning.
Sanada coughed and then fell silent at Niou's question, not really wanting to answer it. "... If I was sitting on top of you without the covers over you." He said bluntly, getting up from the bed and moving to sit on the futon. Part of him was tempted to grab Niou's legs and pull him down to sit on the ground as well, but he resisted. It was a tempting thought though. Sanada paused, frowning at Niou for a moment. "... Will you sleep here with me?" He gestured to the futon, just in case.
Oh. Niou's face heated up at Sanada's honesty, and he rolled over, rubbing his side. He tried not to think about what Sanada had just admitted. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts. He watched from the bed, head sticking over the edge so it was somewhat level with Sanada's. ''Nooooo.'' Niou said, laughing. ''You're sleeping on the bed.'' he made a grand sweeping gesture around him.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "What about you?" Sanada wasn't going to make Niou sleep on the floor, because he'd been offered the bed. "Where are you going to sleep?" Part of him didn't have any real issues with sharing a bed with Niou... it wasn't as though they'd never done so before. There was the issue however of them being in Niou's house, with the chance of anyone possibly walking into the room while they were sleeping. Sanada hesitated and looked quickly at the door before leaning in, kissing Niou once, rather reluctantly sitting back after. He didn't know why he just did that...
How did Sanada expect him to answer when he was kissing Niou with those soft and intoxicating lips of his? Niou blinked in astonishment at the seeming randomness of the kiss. ''Uh...'' he tried to compose himself but failed and began to feel uncomfortably hot. Tremendously relieved that Sanada was the one in those short, stretchy boxer briefs, Niou shrugged stupidly. He almost wanted to look down to the object in question but was afraid he'd see something exposed and then Niou would probably explode from the feelings milling and breeding in his chest. He climbed down onto the futon and said, ''It's okay, I don't mind.''
Sanada just frowned as Niou replied, making no move to migrate to the bed. "I am not sleeping there." he looked at the bed, and then at Niou. "It's your bed. Sleep in it." He nudged Niou with his knee, half tempted to just hop under the futon and lie down before Niou could try some crazy plan to get him to move to the bed. Part of him really couldn't believe they were disagreeing as to who slept on the floor. Sanada fiddled with the bottom of the boxer-briefs he'd been given, sort of wishing he could magically make them longer. He appreciated the gift (sort of)... but they were a bit... tight.
Niou shook his head stubbornly, and sprawled out over the futon, one leg stretched out over Sanada's mostly bare lap. He watched with an amused, sheepish grin as Sanada toyed with his painfully meagre underwear. ''I'll make you a deal.'' Niou finally relented. ''You can wear your smelly yellow boxers if you be a good boy and take the bed.'' Sanada was Niou's guest, he would like him to have the bigger and more comfortable bed, especially since Sanada was taller.
He shifted Niou's leg from on his lap, dropping it onto the futon before frowning at the offer. That wasn't really a good trade. "No." Sanada glowered at Niou, glancing down at his own lap for a moment before looking back. "I'm fine with wearing these and sleeping on the futon." It was comfortable. And the conversation was starting to get ridiculous. ...Would Niou protest if Sanada picked him up and dumped him on the bed? "Stop disagreeing and just sleep in the bed."
Sanada was so stubborn! And gallant, Niou supposed. He knew that if the circumstances had been reversed and Niou the one sleeping over in Sanada's bedroom, the boy would have insisted he take the bed, too. Bearing that in mind, Niou refused to answer but curled up on his side, clamping his body around a pillow, and pretended to have already sunk into a deep slumber.
It was frustrating how Niou was so determined for him to sleep on the bed. Even more frustrating how he pretended to sleep, as though that would make Sanada give up. He stared at Niou for a moment before standing up, fixing up the bed slightly. Well... If Niou was going to do that, Sanada wouldn't hesitate in doing something utterly ridiculous as well. He hovered over Niou's form before bending down and picking him up - pillow and all- and dumping him on the bed. Sanada returned to the futon and quickly hopped under the covers, lying down as though yes, he was going to sleep there. "Goodnight Niou."
Finally, Niou rolled over and tipped his chin over the edge of the bed. ''Night, Stubborn Sanada.'' he mumbled. Lying down in the warm cocoon of covers, he realised that he was really quite drowsy. Niou dangled his arm down to pat Sanada, a satisfied smile on his face. Tired from a day of scheming. The laxatives had worked...Sanada had decided to sleep over...Niou was able to force the boxer-briefs on him...a good, good day...
Where: Niou's house
When: ... Sometime in the holidays when they were both at home >_>
What: Sanada goes to Niou's house for dinner. Laxatives are involved
Rating: Um. Smut-free?
Comments: *die*
Sanada paused outside Niou's front door, glancing around him quickly before looking down at his shirt buttons to check that yes, they were all done up correctly. He patted his hair down, and... after another glance around him, quickly checked that his fly was done up completely. That might have been embarrassing. It probably would have been safer to wear dark coloured boxers, just in case he had forgotten to check his fly or something. Yellow was a bit obvious. Sanada took a deep breath, clenched and unclenched his fingers before ringing the doorbell, shuffling awkwardly on the spot waiting for someone to open the door.
From a window above Niou peered down stealthily, spying on Sanada's quick appearance check. He snorted with laughter and forgot to feel nervous. But it wasn't as if Niou had done otherwise for the past half an hour. He decided that he was suitably groomed to look carelessly well-dressed. Like he had just gotten out of bed. That sort of was his signature look after all. Niou flew down the stairs as the doorbell rang and a strange crash came from his younger brother's room. He threw open the door and then -- "Hi." he greeted Sanada, feeling a bit jumpy. "Come in."
He wasn't sure who he was expecting to see when the door opened. One of Niou's parents, perhaps. But no, he was faced with Niou himself and he nodded his head at the greeting. Sanada stepped into the house, taking off his shoes and tried not to look around too much. He'd never been to Niou's house before, didn't have much of an idea as to what it was like... but he had a very good feeling he wasn't going to be finding a koi pond and dojo here. "... I came early." Hint hint. Sanada looked at Niou. "You look... nice."
"You, too." Niou replied immediately, curbing the instinctive teasing remarks swelling behind his tongue. "Very sharp." His gaze swept over Sanada's neat, creaseless shirt and dark pants, lingering where he had seen Sanada checking earlier. "Uh...want to go upstairs?" he asked, pushing Sanada's sneakers against the shoe rack. "Need the bathroom?"
Sharp? ... Alright. He glanced down at his shirt again, shifting uncomfortably as Niou kept looking down... well, Sanada knew where Niou was looking. It was too low to be his shirt. "Yes." Going upstairs would be better than standing in the entrance hall, where their conversation was becoming more stunted than usual. "No I don't need the bathroom." He'd gone at home before he left. "... Lead the way."
Niou took Sanada up the stairs, past his sister's room (he could hear the residual sounds of Tila Tequila from under the door), and then his brother's (punctuated with little noises of strange robotic experiments). He ushered Sanada into his own room, then closed the door behind them. It was neat. There was a cork board of photographs and a small Rikkai pennant. Newspaper clippings of silly articles and a neon lights display. Niou kept everything well-organised so that hiding things was easy. Besides, a lot of his things were back at camp with Yagyuu. "You can look around."
For some reason, he'd been expecting Niou's room to be messy, like a cyclone had hit the room recently or something. Sanada nodded at Niou's words and looked around the room, eying cork board before he walked over to it, looking at the photos. He approved of the Rikkai flag. "No plushies hiding in your cupboard?" he asked, looking around again. Sanada sort of wanted to looking the wardrobe, but he wasn't going to, just in case. Niou might have stuffed somethings to hide from view in there, and he didn't want to accidentally see them. Nor was he particularly interested in shifting through Niou's underwear collection.
Niou shook his head, sliding open his closet door as Sanada gave it a curious look. Inside were rows of identical blue boxes and folders. "I don't like plushies." he said, grinning at Sanada who was probably thinking of Francis. "I have a Furby." Niou walked over to the other closet, sliding the door open too to reveal rows of clothes, mostly jackets and pants he rarely wore. It was mostly empty, anyway.
He looked at the contents of Niou's wardrobe, pressing his lips together at the mass of blue. There were a lot of boxes in there. Sanada was somewhat curious as to what was in there, but thought it was probably better that he didn't ask, or find out. "... Right." In his opinion, something he wasn't going to share with Niou, Francis was far superior to any plushie. But he was biased and wasn't going to have any sort of discussion about that. Sanada moved from where he was standing, hesitating a moment before sitting on the edge of Niou's bed. They still had a good 20 minutes before he'd been meant to arrive at Niou's house, it would be stupid to just stand around for the entire time.
He sat down with Sanada, unsure if he should suggest they look around the garden or the kitchen...or something. It might come off like he just wanted Sanada to get off his bed, which he didn't really want at all. A little voice like Yagyuu in him babbled on about germs from the train but Niou ignored it. "So are you back to your usual kendo standards?" he asked awkwardly. Those trainings must have done something - Sanada seemed to spend all his waking hours in the dojo now.
Sanada glanced at Niou as he sat down before turning his attention to the cork board, looking at it from a distance. The photos sort of blurred together the longer he stared, paying more attention to the heat he could feel from Niou sitting next to him. "Yes." It had been a very intense few days. "My grandfather was not pleased with me for not training regularly." He looked at Niou again then away, digging his fingers into the blankets. "Have I gotten..." he paused, frowning slightly, "... buffer?" That had been what Niou had speculated on his journal, right? Something like that, anyway. He didn't know the answer himself.
Niou laughed at Sanada's strange question. Maybe he was just playing along with Niou. It was okay. ''Flex your muscles and I'll tell you your score.'' Niou said, scooting backward so he could get a better view. ''Maybe when you go back to camp you and Kite should go an request that they allocate space for a dojo. Then we can continue our private lessons.'' Though the presence of a dojo would mean that Sanada would wake up even earlier. He wondered why Sanada never seemed tired from all the exercise.
"... No, it's fine." He looked in the opposite direction from Niou, rather wishing he had a cap so he could hide under it. Sanada took a few deep breaths before turning to face Niou again. The idea... wasn't bad, but the shrine had been okay for a place to train, when Niou wasn't there offering him drinks in paper sealife cups. "Maybe." he said eventually. "If not, we'll find somewhere else to train." If they completely ran out of options... they could always train on the tennis courts, he supposed, even though that sort of bothered him. Tennis courts were for tennis, not for kendo. He twisted around to better look at Niou and poked him in the leg. "Have you been training still?"
''...Sort of.'' Niou admitted, swinging his legs. Truthfully, he hadn't run more than five kilometres since he'd left camp. He definitely wasn't half as disciplined. Niou gave Sanada a curious look, the prodded his bicep like testing a slab of meat for freshness. Sanada did look more...filled out, that was true. His eyes skimmed the boy's figure then darted to the clock. Showing Sanada around had taken less time than imagined.
He frowned at Niou's answer, grabbing his leg and holding it still to poke it again. Hmm... He ran his hand down, pausing for a moment to squeeze Niou's calf muscle. "Will you come running with me again?" Sanada asked, letting go of Niou's leg. "... Back at camp, I mean." He didn't expect Niou to get up at the crack of dawn, travel to his place and then go for a long run with him or anything. Though if Niou was up for that, Sanada wouldn't object. He supposed he sort of deserved the poke to his arm. He had just inspected Niou's leg muscles, after all. It was tempting to glance down at his watch to check the time, just to see how much time they'd spent awkwardly in Niou's room and how much longer to go until dinner was apparently supposed to start. No, that would probably give a very wrong impression.
Niou cocked his head, giving Sanada an amused look as his leg underwent special fukubuchou inspection. ''Do I get your stamp of approval?'' he asked, then crossed his legs easily. ''Maybe I'll come running.'' Niou shrugged, looking away. He'd been doing his own workout, anyway. Except Sanada's runs were going to be faster, longer, and harder. Niou frowned.
Then came a familiar female voice from outside. ''Dinner's ready! Are you naked inside!?''
Niou glanced at Sanada with raised eyebrows. ''Yes!'' he shouted back at his sister and stood up to close his closets.
"Yes." Niou's legs felt fine. Didn't seem to have softened in the time that they had stopped running together. He nodded at Niou's answer to his question. He had a feeling that he would be able to interpret the maybe as a 'no'. Sanada didn't think Niou used to go running just for the training. He opened his mouth to speak again when someone spoke through the door and he vaguely thought it might have been Niou's mother until... the... question. Sanada tensed and coughed to hide his embarrassment, which only really grew a lot larger when Niou shouted back. Oh good grief. "Niou!" ... fantastic.
Niou chuckled wickedly as Sanada's face promptly turned a very satisfying shade of red. He could hear his siblings sliding down the banister downstairs. ''If I'd said no, she would have been suspicious.'' Niou explained. Besides, it was hard to resist teasing Sanada when the boy could produce such favourable squawks. ''Are you ready to meet my family?'' he asked playfully. ''They've heard lots about you.''
Why would she be suspicious? They weren't in a relationship, why would they be naked in Niou's room together!? Sanada coughed again, adjusting his shirt as he stood up. He didn't say anything to Niou; he didn't trust himself to be coherent. At the question, he nodded after a pause, trying to ignore Niou's additional comment. He didn't want to know what Niou had told his family about him. ... But he couldn't stop himself from wondering. "Let's go." He made his way out the door and downstairs, nearly bumping into Niou's sister at the bottom of the stairs. Oh god. Her words went through one ear and out the other, the only word that really registered in his brain was 'hunk'. Oh god, this was worse than being at home with Kamechirou. He didn't say anything, turning around to look for Niou, as if he'd appear from thin air and save him from having to deal with a female that wasn't his mother.
Niou could hear Sanada being held up by his sister outside as he stood in the kitchen, stacking plates of fresh food on top of his brother's head and sent him out. He brought out the liver and tofu, stomach gurgling happily at the sight of Mum's cooking. ''Hey, sit next to me.'' Niou chucked his chin at a seat as his parents greeted Sanada, telling him that there was no need to help out. Niou wiped his palms on his pants, inwardly hoping Sanada wasn't feeling very out of place and awkward.
He found himself being dragged into the kitchen by Niou's sister, pulling his arm out of her grasp as soon as they got there. It was actually quite disturbing. Sanada bowed to Niou's parents, before he sat down in the offered chair, nudging Niou's leg with his own, under the table. "... Thanks." he mumbled, not really sure if he was talking to Niou or his mother who was handing out bowls of rice. Sanada couldn't help but compare this dinner with the ones he normally had at his house. The food looked great, it was just a much noisier atmosphere.
''You're so polite,'' Niou muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he put a piece of yellowtail into the pot to cook. A little rush of adrenaline shot up his leg when Sanada's rubbed against his own and Niou swallowed. He couldn't decide if it was intentional or accidental so quickly slid his foot against Sanada's ankle. Accidentally, of course. His family was talking to Sanada now, his mother asking about the food, his father about his height, and his sister about something that made Sanada colour. Niou gnawed on his chopsticks jumpily and slurped his soup.
"I have a traditional family." he replied quietly, as though that explained why he was polite. Sanada would ignore Kamechirou as part of his family for that particular line of reasoning. He moved his foot slightly as he felt what he assumed to be Niou's foot against his. Before he knew what was really happening, he was assaulted by questions from all sides and he tried his best to answer them. Yes, the food was good. Last time he measured himself he was 180cm, though he'd grown since then. And he would ignore the question about what he and Niou had been doing up in Niou's room earlier.
''I'll tell you something else that grew since the last time.'' Niou whispered to Sanada, completely straight-faced except for a tiny wiggle of his toes. He scooped food out of the pot for Sanada, and then for his brother so he would continue eating and be too busy to ask questions. So far, Niou's parents seemed fond of Sanada. He was sooo courteous, sooo well-dressed, Niou wondered if they were going to try to adopt him. And then, would it be incest if - Niou hastily drank more tea.
Sanada choked on a mouthful of food, turning away and covering his mouth to cough. That was not a good thing for Niou to say! As he turned around again, he shifted awkwardly in his chair at the differing looking he was getting. Some of concern and... an extremely speculative look. Do not want. He mumbled an apology and put one hand on Niou's knee, squeezing it warningly. Don't say anything like that again during dinner. Niou's brother started questioning him at that point, some very fast, simple questions that he didn't mind answering. Yes, he liked playing tennis. He did kendo as well. He wanted to go pro. Nice, easy questions.
Feeling Sanada's hand on his knee, something inside him curled up with pleasure. He continued eating as if he hadn't said anything, picking his way through a piece of fish and dipping it in soy sauce. Sanada's questions were nothing new, things Niou knew by heart. ''Sanada was Rikkai's fukubuchou, numbnuts.'' Niou told his brother, who, being a tiny wiener, had arrived at Rikkai long after they'd all left.
He glanced at Niou as he spoke, his eyebrows drawing together. Sanada bit back an automatic reprimand for being rude but... he supposed it was Niou's family and Niou was the one who knew how he was able to address his family members. "The title's stuck a bit." he said after swallowing a mouthful, his hand tightening on Niou's leg slightly. Niou's sister chimed in at that point, sprouting more ridiculous questions that made him want to sink into his chair and disappear. ... How much more to eat was there? Sanada found himself giving the usual boring answer of "we trained" when asked what he and Niou did at camp together. It was... true, sort of. And then the usual "I train more" when asked about the differences in their body shapes. No, he wasn't purposely trying to be boring with his answers. It just... conveniently happened.
Niou could sense Sanada's unease seeping through his palm into his knee and then his bloodstream. He was about to say, ''Good genes'' to his parents when Sanada cut in and Niou stood up, offering to help his mum get out the dessert. He'd serve Sanada's and make him feel...special. Leaving Sanada to fend for himself, Niou hovered in the kitchen, getting out ice for drinks and dessert. He slid the plate in front of Sanada, flashing him a small, sympathetic smile. Sanada didn't look like he'd ever want to come back.
Sanada only just remembered to loosen his fingers from where they had been steadily closing around a section of Niou's pants. Having Niou stand up and his pants fall down because Sanada was holding onto a bit might be a bit... unneeded. He didn't really want Niou to go away to the kitchen, but bit back any words to Niou, focusing instead on answering questions. The number of questions didn't seem to be decreasing. As a plate of what he assumed to be dessert appeared hin front of him, he blinked in surprise. "... Thanks." He hesitated a moment before starting to eat.
Niou made a soft sound of acknowledgment, slipping back into his seat. ''Are you full? Do you want drinks?'' he asked Sanada, spooning green tea ice cream into his mouth and licking his lips. He didn't think so, but Sanada might be so polite he wouldn't even make a sound if he was starving. Niou could always give him some of his own dessert.
"I'm fine." And yes, he was being completely truthful about that as well. He'd eaten enough. Sanada ate another spoonful and glanced at Niou, sneakily placing his hand back on Niou's leg. He was reminded quite heavily of his birthday dinner earlier in the year... however he was not going to be moving his hand any higher. The icecream was good.
It didn't take him long to finish and he pushed back the empty plate, his hand tightening on Niou's thigh. "Thankyou for the meal." he looked at Niou again to see if he was finished. Sanada sort of wondered exactly what they were going to do after dinner... well, he'd ask Niou after.
Ahhh. Biting back an exclamation of surprise, Niou's leg still stiffened as Sanada's hand slithered to his thigh, warm and meaty through his pants. And if Sanada didn't take it away, something quite horribly embarrassing was going to happen. Niou continued eating with his left hand, his right giving Sanada's sweaty paw a smack. He felt a twinge of guilt for making suggestive comments, but the thought of Sanada saying dirty things with that straight face of his only caused a wave of happiness in his pants that should not be there. He ate ice cream and then cherries, sucking the seeds clean while he over-analyzed the fact that Sanada was groping him and he was mostly agreeable to that.
Sanada's fingers dug into Niou's leg slightly as his hand got smacked and he frowned to himself. The conversation at the table had thankfully turned away from him for a bit. He spent most of the time half focusing on the conversation, and the rest of it concentrating on rubbing his hand against Niou's thigh.
He didn't really notice at first, but slowly a pain in his stomach grew, beginning to make him stop focusing on the conversation. Before he knew it, his hands were clenched into fists and he was biting down on the inside of his mouth. ... That hurt. There must have been something in the food that didn't agree with his stomach. Sanada stood up and bowed to Niou's family. "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."
So stubborn. Niou tried his hardest not to give any sign that he had felt Sanada's touches, or that his body shuddered lightly as the extra-sensitive regions were rubbed coupled with a stray lewd thought. He looked up in surprise as Sanada suddenly sprang up from the table, clutching his stomach. Despite the discomfort Sanada was in, he still managed to perform a quick formal bow. ''I'll show you to the bathroom,'' Niou said, standing up too and pushing back the chair. He bounded up the stairs ahead of Sanada, leading him to Niou's own bathroom.
He nodded as Niou stood up as well, mumbling a thanks. Sanada gave another bow to Niou's family before walking out of the kitchen, his nails digging into his palms. Walking up the stairs was... somewhat bothersome, but he did it quickly, thinking that the faster he got up the stairs, the less painful it would be. It worked with standing up and sitting down with muscle pain? Only when he was sure he was completely out of view of the kitchen did he grit his teeth together and press one hand against his stomach. Ow. "... Sorry. I'm feeling sick."
Niou threw open the bathroom door, flicking on all the lights. He gave Sanada a concerned look at the grimace he was wearing. Was it that bad? Niou patted him on the back, feeling deeply sorry for the boy. He would make it up to him later. As Sanada briskly walked into the bathroom, Niou stood outside, twiddling his thumbs worriedly. ''Are you okay?'' he shouted. This was just...rather unexpected.
... Why wasn't Niou going away? Why was he standing outside shouting through the door? Sanada wanted to shout back at him to go away and stop bothering him, but he bit his lip to stop himself. "... I'm fine." he said eventually, feeling extremely awkward. You weren't meant to talk to someone while on the toilet! He was silent, stopping himself from talking to Niou, to ask if he was still there. Sanada let out a deep breath. This was very uncomfortable.
Niou shuffled from one foot to the other outside. He winced, Sanada must be in so much pain that he couldn't even muster up an answer! ''That's what you always say!'' he said through the crack in the door. ''You don't have to act so tough around me. I bet you don't even mean it,'' Niou ranted on, still speaking into the crack of light.
Sanada just sighed as Niou spoke. "Most of the time it's true." There had been a few times when he'd said it to hide his frustration, he would admit that, but... he was being truthful now. Somewhat. Niou's next words made him frown at the door, and for a moment he forgot that he was on the toilet and Niou was outside, talking through the crack in the door. "I am not 'acting tough'." he said grumpily. Maybe if he stopped responding, Niou would go away. That was an idea.
"Are you sure?" Niou called from the other side, cheek pressed against the cool wooden door. He could hear Sanada sighing that very bull-like, endearing way of his, and Niou's heart thumped in his chest. "Be right back!"
In minutes, Niou had returned with a handful of sports magazines. Recent ones, he'd picked them up when he'd gotten back in town. He flipped through one, sitting with his back against the door. Dessert was pretty much forgotten, and the sounds of his family chatting and watching the TV seemed very far away. Niou tore out articles on Nadal and tennis and diets for runners and pushed them through the crack beneath the door.
He didn't respond to Niou's statement, hearing him walk away, so it didn't really matter anyway. Sanada alternated between staring at the wall to his right and the wall to his left, and at one point stared at the crack at the bottom of the door, as though waiting for a shadow to appear in it to show that Niou had returned. Sure enough, a few minutes later, one appeared... as well as a collection of what looked like ripped out magazine articles. Sanada used one foot to pull them closer, looking at them. ... oh. Well... that was interesting.
Sanada eventually finished, giving his hands a very thorough scrub in the sink before going to the door. He opened the door, his leg quickly moving behind Niou's back to stop him from falling backwards with the lack of a door to lean upon. "... Thankyou for the articles."
Immersed in a magazine, Niou didn't register the flush of the toilet until the door swung open from behind him. He rolled his head back against Sanada's leg, looking up at him through his bangs. "..." he opened his mouth but the words were stuck in the back of his throat. "You know...it's kind of late. I don't think...it might...the last train." Niou mumbled lamely, scooping up the magazines scattered by his feet. He didn't dare look at Sanada any longer.
Niou's words were a bit hard to decipher. He gathered that it was late, and something about the last train. Sanada did vaguely wonder when the last train to his house went... he hadn't checked. Stupid move, that. He had a small idea about what Niou was trying to haltingly say, but wasn't about to leap on it. "What are you suggesting?" It was best to get a direct statement. He could always walk home, if things came to that. Or call his parents and see if they would be willing to drive to Niou's house and back. They probably wouldn't agree to that. Sanada moved his leg, stepped out from behind Niou, holding out the magazine articles he'd been given.
''Maybeyoushouldstaythenight.'' Niou muttered very quickly, getting to his feet. Since it's so late. ''You might need the bathroom on the way home! That would be a disaster.'' Niou began to walk toward the store room where the extra futon for Yagyuu was kept. He spun on his heel, wagging a finger at Sanada. ''You might get mugged or raped walking home alone. It's a dangerous world out there.'' Seriously, what? Niou's face burned at the rubbish he was spouting.
Sanada kept finding his reply to Niou's words cut off by Niou giving him reasons to why he should stay, that, in his opinion, got steadily more ludicrous. Though the him maybe needing a bathroom in a bit was fairly logical. He didn't know if his stomach had finished being upset. Sanada followed Niou, waiting for a moment of silence before speaking. "If it's fine with your parents." He tried not to notice the colour Niou's face was turning, taking a hold of the futon and pulling it out of Niou's arms. "I'll... need to borrow a shirt though."
''It's fine with them.'' Niou assured Sanada. Of course it was when he had asked beforehand. He opened the door to his own room, grabbing a shirt from the closet and laying it on the bed. Niou had tried to choose a larger one but as Sanada walked in with the futon he could see that it was going to quite...fitting. Then, Niou grabbed another garment from the closet and put it on the shirt. Special boxer-briefs. He gestured to the clothes and then scurried downstairs for water and medicine for Sanada.
He maneuvered his way into the room, putting the futon on the ground just in time to see Niou pointing at things. ... Alright. Sanada glanced at what had been put on the bed, frowning at the sight of... underwear? He was not going to wear Niou's underwear. Part of him wondered what exactly Niou had done with the pairs of boxers he'd thrown out... and then he decided that he simply did not want to know. It was a bit strange though; the underwear on the bed looked like his size and new... Sanada picked them up very carefully, his eyes narrowing as he saw what was written on the front. That was not funny. The shirt seemed fine though, thankfully.
Niou barged back into his room, a glass of water and a little tablet in hand. ''Do you want to shower?'' he asked Sanada, giving him the medicine and catching sight of the boxer-briefs he was holding up. Niou grinned at Sanada's disgruntled expression and pulled it out of his hands. 'SEXUAL CONTENTS' Read the words printed across the front. ''You can use my shower gel and shampoo.''
When Niou appeared again, Sanada found himself feeling extremely thankful that he hadn't decided to change into the shirt. Sanada was slightly suspicious as to what the tablet was - the memories of the viagra and the cake coming back very vividly. "Are you going to have a shower?" he hesitated a moment before swallowing the tablet. Sanada showered in the morning and then again after training but... well, there would be nothing wrong with showering at night. Maybe Niou didn't want him to wear his clothes while 'dirty'. "I don't need those." he said, gesturing at the 'SEXUAL CONTENT' underwear. He had boxers. They were fine.
Niou shook his head, taking back the empty glass. He'd bathed before Sanada had arrived so that he would look very clean (he had been playing with cement in the morning.) ''Wear them!'' Niou wheedled, pressing the clothes on Sanada. ''I bought that for you.'' Because Sanada had a special interest in underwear and Niou could not resist. ''Besides, you always wear new underwear before bed.'' Niou pointed out, passing Sanada a clean towel too.
Sanada was finding it very hard to continue disagreeing with Niou, except for the fact that he didn't really want to sleep in... that. He accepted the towel, pausing before glancing at his bundle. "... Fine." He couldn't believe he was agreeing to this. ... Well, at least Niou had prepared for him... sleeping over or something. He'd have a shower as well. "I don't have a toothbrush." Sanada could technically go without brushing his teeth and just feel a bit gross the next day, but he really would prefer not to.
Hee. Niou bit back a satisfied grin. ''I'll get you a spare.'' he told Sanada, ''You can go shower first, I'll pass it to you later.'' As Sanada entered the bathroom again, Niou ran to the store room, standing on a tall stool to take out a box...he'd almost forgotten how easy it was to peek into the bathroom window through the store room. The water started running, and suddenly finding a toothbrush seemed very hard.
"... Alright." Sanada made his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He didn't really want someone else from Niou's family, curious as to who was in the bathroom open it on him. That would be... utterly horrifying. It took him just a few moments to turn on the water, strip off his clothes and hop into the shower. That was the advantage of having a colder shower; you didn't have to wait for the water to heat up as much. He tried to go as fast as possible, mentally counting the passing seconds before he turned off the water.
As though he was running late and getting ready for morning training, Sanada dried himself off quickly, pulled on the... provided clothes - trying really hard not to grimace at what was written on them - and rubbed his hair with the towel. He opened the door and poked his head out. "... Niou?"
Niou stood peeping through the too-small window, face pressed down to avoid being caught. Ah...Sanada really had gotten buffer. Niou stared at Sanada's defined stomach muscles, unable to pull his eyes away. The box of toiletries lay forgotten, and Niou started wildly as Sanada called out his name, even though he was facing the other direction. He tumbled off, grabbing a toothbrush, and scrambled out of the room, heart still pumping non-stop. ''You didn't wash behind your ears.'' he declared, handing over the unopened toothbrush.
The shirt was too small, that much as obvious as he accepted the toothbrush and felt some restraint from the shirt around his shoulder. It fit him... alright, he supposed, but his usual sleeping shirt was looser. Still... he couldn't be picky about it. Sanada was in the middle of telling Niou that yes, he did wash behind his ears when he stopped, and stared at Niou for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he dropped the towel on Niou's head. "How do you know where I've washed or not?"
''Hee.'' Niou said, pulling the used towel over his head like a shawl. His shirt looked good on Sanada, fitting enough to show off his biceps. The boxer-briefs...very snug. He decided that Sanada probably didn't want to know, so clutched the ends of the towel and ran back to his room, springing under the covers childishly and curling up. His heart thudded in anticipation, like they were playing hide-and-seek. He wondered if there was something special in his mother's cooking that made him particularly high.
That was not a satisfactory answer. He frowned as Niou scuttled off, returning to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Sanada spotted the lump under the bed covers immediately as he finally entered Niou's room again and stomped in, making absolutely no effort to hide the fact that he was there. He took his time, laying out the futon properly before going over to the bed and promptly sat on the lump. "Answer my question." He poked down with one finger, not really sure what part of Niou he was poking, and really, he didn't want to know.
For a few naive moments Niou almost thought Sanada was so much of an oaf that he hadn't seen him. He was wrong.
Ow! Niou wriggled and squirmed as Sanada abruptly...sat on him, and then gave his shoulder a merciless jab. He squirmed under Sanada some more, the boy was quite heavy and it didn't help that he'd just stuffed himself at dinner. ''You're sitting on me. Why are you so kinky?'' he wailed, voice muffled by the thick comforter.
It was really quite odd. Sanada balanced himself with one hand on the bed while Niou wiggled away, resisting the urge to get off. He blinked at Niou's words and it took a moment for them to register and he poked Niou again. "I am not 'kinky'." Well... at least he didn't think sitting on Niou would be considered 'kinky'. Wearing a toga, stuffing a vibrating butt plug up Niou's ass and making him to study might... go under the category. That he could understand. Sanada stuck one hand under the covers, encountering what he assumed was Niou's hair. "Can I have the towel back?"
Niou stopped wiggling, tensing up as a hand wormed around in front of his face. ''D'you like me squirming under you?'' he asked, and on impulse opened his mouth to suck on Sanada's probing thumb. He could feel the body on his jump lightly in surprise, and Niou grinned, extending an arm to pass the towel back.
"Under the covers, no." There. That was an honest answer. Sanada pulled his hand out, wiping his thumb on the bed covers before accepting the towel. That was disgusting. He rubbed the towel over his hair, wiping his somewhat wet neck. Sanada shifted, sitting on the bed instead of on top of Niou, glanced at the door for a moment before yanking the covers down. That was better. "... When do you go to sleep?"
''It depends.'' Niou said, stretching out with a sigh, and his back cricked from being curled up so long. ''But what did you mean? About...under the covers.'' Had he just misinterpreted Sanada's answer? Niou glanced at the clock, it was only a bit past 9. Though, he reasoned to himself, they couldn't sleep too late since they were going to have another kendo lesson the next morning.
Sanada coughed and then fell silent at Niou's question, not really wanting to answer it. "... If I was sitting on top of you without the covers over you." He said bluntly, getting up from the bed and moving to sit on the futon. Part of him was tempted to grab Niou's legs and pull him down to sit on the ground as well, but he resisted. It was a tempting thought though. Sanada paused, frowning at Niou for a moment. "... Will you sleep here with me?" He gestured to the futon, just in case.
Oh. Niou's face heated up at Sanada's honesty, and he rolled over, rubbing his side. He tried not to think about what Sanada had just admitted. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts. He watched from the bed, head sticking over the edge so it was somewhat level with Sanada's. ''Nooooo.'' Niou said, laughing. ''You're sleeping on the bed.'' he made a grand sweeping gesture around him.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "What about you?" Sanada wasn't going to make Niou sleep on the floor, because he'd been offered the bed. "Where are you going to sleep?" Part of him didn't have any real issues with sharing a bed with Niou... it wasn't as though they'd never done so before. There was the issue however of them being in Niou's house, with the chance of anyone possibly walking into the room while they were sleeping. Sanada hesitated and looked quickly at the door before leaning in, kissing Niou once, rather reluctantly sitting back after. He didn't know why he just did that...
How did Sanada expect him to answer when he was kissing Niou with those soft and intoxicating lips of his? Niou blinked in astonishment at the seeming randomness of the kiss. ''Uh...'' he tried to compose himself but failed and began to feel uncomfortably hot. Tremendously relieved that Sanada was the one in those short, stretchy boxer briefs, Niou shrugged stupidly. He almost wanted to look down to the object in question but was afraid he'd see something exposed and then Niou would probably explode from the feelings milling and breeding in his chest. He climbed down onto the futon and said, ''It's okay, I don't mind.''
Sanada just frowned as Niou replied, making no move to migrate to the bed. "I am not sleeping there." he looked at the bed, and then at Niou. "It's your bed. Sleep in it." He nudged Niou with his knee, half tempted to just hop under the futon and lie down before Niou could try some crazy plan to get him to move to the bed. Part of him really couldn't believe they were disagreeing as to who slept on the floor. Sanada fiddled with the bottom of the boxer-briefs he'd been given, sort of wishing he could magically make them longer. He appreciated the gift (sort of)... but they were a bit... tight.
Niou shook his head stubbornly, and sprawled out over the futon, one leg stretched out over Sanada's mostly bare lap. He watched with an amused, sheepish grin as Sanada toyed with his painfully meagre underwear. ''I'll make you a deal.'' Niou finally relented. ''You can wear your smelly yellow boxers if you be a good boy and take the bed.'' Sanada was Niou's guest, he would like him to have the bigger and more comfortable bed, especially since Sanada was taller.
He shifted Niou's leg from on his lap, dropping it onto the futon before frowning at the offer. That wasn't really a good trade. "No." Sanada glowered at Niou, glancing down at his own lap for a moment before looking back. "I'm fine with wearing these and sleeping on the futon." It was comfortable. And the conversation was starting to get ridiculous. ...Would Niou protest if Sanada picked him up and dumped him on the bed? "Stop disagreeing and just sleep in the bed."
Sanada was so stubborn! And gallant, Niou supposed. He knew that if the circumstances had been reversed and Niou the one sleeping over in Sanada's bedroom, the boy would have insisted he take the bed, too. Bearing that in mind, Niou refused to answer but curled up on his side, clamping his body around a pillow, and pretended to have already sunk into a deep slumber.
It was frustrating how Niou was so determined for him to sleep on the bed. Even more frustrating how he pretended to sleep, as though that would make Sanada give up. He stared at Niou for a moment before standing up, fixing up the bed slightly. Well... If Niou was going to do that, Sanada wouldn't hesitate in doing something utterly ridiculous as well. He hovered over Niou's form before bending down and picking him up - pillow and all- and dumping him on the bed. Sanada returned to the futon and quickly hopped under the covers, lying down as though yes, he was going to sleep there. "Goodnight Niou."
Finally, Niou rolled over and tipped his chin over the edge of the bed. ''Night, Stubborn Sanada.'' he mumbled. Lying down in the warm cocoon of covers, he realised that he was really quite drowsy. Niou dangled his arm down to pat Sanada, a satisfied smile on his face. Tired from a day of scheming. The laxatives had worked...Sanada had decided to sleep over...Niou was able to force the boxer-briefs on him...a good, good day...