[LOG] Spy fish
Characters: Niou Masaharu & Fuji Shuusuke
Location: Niou & Oishi’s room
Time: Thursday night
Rating: PG
Summary: Fuji installs a robotic fish camera in Oishi’s tank
The door to the school laundry room was ajar when Fuji snuck up to its detergent-perfumed doorframe. Peering around the peeling paintwork, he spotted his dark haired friend hard at work, up to his elbows in soap suds.
Possibly other people who had robbed a bank and left their friend to clean Y-fronts would have felt a twinge of guilt at this point. Fuji however, ticked off his mental checklist: Preventor A was in place. Time to find Accomplice B.
Niou was on his way back from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and another slung around his shoulders only doing a half-decent job of collecting the water dripping from his hair. His body was free of any bruises or marks meaning he was using some of his powers as he treaded in blue slippers toward his room. He hated using his robe fresh out of the shower, but with the temperature dropping he’d have to give in and start using it soon.
He was debating when he should concede that it was cold and start using his robe when he spotted Fuji up ahead near his door. “Nobody’s home,” He called out as he moved up beside Fuji. “Oishi’s doing laundry...” And obviously he had been in the shower. Most people would probably assume he was getting cleaned up after a session of afternoon sex but he had really just returned from a rigorous extra session in the training rooms. And if Fuji asked him, he’d tell him but he figured that Fuji might know that anyway. His friend had a way of seeing through such things.
Fuji, who had been about to resignedly postpone his evil mastermind plan, turned when a very wet Niou appeared at his elbow. “I know where Oishi is,” he told him, with a smile that did not really suggest innocence. “I came to see his fish.” He held out the two boxes he was carrying. The bottom one was largely hidden by the smaller top container which held a fresh collection of macadamia chocolate nuts. “I’m buying your silence,” he told his friend.
“I’m starting to feel unloved. Everyone comes to see his fish but never me,” Niou said dramatically as he unlocked the door. “And ya know you don’t have to buy my silence.” But even as he said that, Niou took the box of nuts and walked into his room letting Fuji follow. He was curious to see just what Fuji was up to with Oishi’s fish that required buying his silence since Niou was always up for mischief. Though this time he would have to make sure Fuji didn’t get too carried away, his roommate was more than a little fragile at present.
“Everyone wants to get inside Oishi’s tank.” Fuji followed Niou in and bent to peer inside Oishi’s aquarium. A collection of little faces looked back at him, gills flapping in the bubbles from the pump. Fuji smiled. His addition would blend in perfectly.
Sitting on Oishi’s bed, he turned his attention to the second, larger box. Opening up, he laid out the parts carefully, the main one of which was beautifully designed fish, similarly sized to the ones in the tank. He held it up for Niou to see. “My spy.”
“You bought a spy fish?” Niou asked. He paused in opening the macadamia nuts and moved over to Oishi’s bed to look at the fish more closely. “Not bad... but why do you want a spy fish?” He straightened and went back to the box though he kept his eyes on Fuji, even as he popped a chocolate into his mouth.
"I think you're holding out on me," Fuji joked. He slid the shining fake scales aside to reveal a sealed compartment. Rifling back in the box, he located the packet contained a small round silver battery. "I've decided to bug your room and broadcast it to the school." The battery slotted into the fish which buzzed and waved its tail.
“If you wanted to make extra cash running a Niou’s Room site, you just had to ask,” Niou teased as he watched the fish move around with interest. “But ya know Oishi’s sort of boring.” Even when he was muttering to himself or drawing pictures of Fuji and Eiji in jail Oishi was sort of dull. Did Fuji think that Oishi shared more interesting things with his fish? And did that thing even have a mic?
"Ah, but then I'd have to share the profits with you," Fuji pointed out. "This way, I can pretend it is simply an interesting photography project." Checking the fish was properly put back together, he walked over to the tank and gently lifted the lid. A few tank residents floated up to the surface to see if food was forthcoming. "New friend," Fuji told them and dropped the mechanical fish in with a soft plop.
Niou, munching on a few more chocolates, followed Fuji to the tank and watched as he dropped the fish in. It didn’t look that out of place and with how tired Oishi had been recently, his fish loving roommate probably wouldn’t notice right away. “We could have worked out a profitable agreement for us both. And are you saying photography project is just your catch all phrase? I might feel used... didn’t you tell me that those nude photos last week were for a project?” Niou teased though he felt it probably lacked something as he was practically nude in front of Fuji and obviously wasn’t feeling taken advantage of.
"Those photos were for a private project," Fuji told him with a smile, glancing at Niou's unblemished torso and brown eyes. "And they were better than what my fish is likely to see." He turned back to the tank, watching the spy fish swim slowly around its new home. "I'll be right back."
Straightening and leaving the discarded fish box on Oishi's bed he left the room, returning a moment later holding his laptop. Walking back to the bed, he pulled out the last object in the packaging; a small black box with a USB end. Plugging it into the laptop he proceeded to fiddle with the software. "There." He turned the laptop around to show a fish-eye view of the tank, rounded sides giving the image a submarine feel. A fish swam close and its giant eye filled the screen.
Niou shrugged at Fuji’s scrutiny knowing what Fuji was finding fault in and knew that he was right about what the fish would and wouldn’t be seeing. When Fuji left for a moment, Niou took the opportunity to eat a few more chocolates and to change out of his towel and into a pair of boxer briefs. He was debating t-shirts when Fuji returned with his laptop and Niou abandoned his closet to sit next to Fuji and watch him work. “Am I going to walk into a bookstore one day and find a Niou photo coffee book?” Niou asked as he watched fish swim around on Fuji’s laptop.
"I’d like to do a gallery exhibition first," Fuji said as he played with the focussing settings on the fish camera. "Your body stretched 18 feet along the gallery wall. Then a coffee book." He looked up at Niou, “Do you think Ryuuzaki-sensei would buy one of my prints for the school? You could decorate her office.” He looked back at the tank, sharing the screen of his laptop with Niou. “I think operation fish-cam is a go.”
“Sounds good to me. Do you have a picture in mind or are we going to have to do more private photo sessions?” Niou asked trying to imagine what his body might look like along an 18foot wall. Well if he somehow discovered a sense of embarrassment about it, he could always shift into someone else and pretend to not know this Niou fellow. “If Ryuuzaki doesn’t buy one, we’ll just have to gift one to her as a thank you for teaching us so much.” And putting up with them for so many years. And if it was a gift, Ryuuzaki would be more obligated to display it somewhere.
Looking at the screen again, Niou got up and walked to the tank to try and capture himself on the spy fish camera. “I still don’t get what you’re trying to see.” He let the brown fade out of his eyes and wondered if Fuji’s camera would capture the transition at all.
“Perhaps I could gift her with a coffee book of student nudes,” Fuji pondered. “It could be a talking point at open days.” In the reflection of the glass, he saw Niou’s eyes change to their dazzling blue. Half the fish scattered and hid under the rocks Oishi had placed at the bottom of the tank. His spy fish resolutely swam with its tail turned to Niou’s face.
“Your mind is too suspicious, I just wanted to do a fish-eye project from inside a tank.” The spy fish finally turned around and Fuji’s laptop screen shone white as Niou’s eyes over exposed the shot. Fuji chuckled, “It doesn’t see that well beyond the glass.”
Putting his laptop aside, Fuji rolled onto his front on Oishi’s bed, propping his chin on one hand. “We should take more photographs,” he said, then curious added, “Can you do me?”
Niou sighed as the fish startled at his eyes and swam away, only Fuji’s fish really staying brave enough to hang out in the light from his eyes. “Just how many students have you taken nudes of?” Niou wondered and felt intrigued and a little jealous at the thought of Fuji taking nudes of others.
Hearing the laptop being set aside, Niou stood and looked over at Fuji and saw just how much of a horrible tease he was being. Niou would be happy to do Fuji, and not only in the way Fuji was asking. “You’d have to help me. I’m not used to being on the other side of the camera,” Niou said. He knew that getting pictures as beautiful as Fuji’s took an awful amount of work but he didn’t know how to do it himself. He was much more of a point and shoot camera type of guy. Though the thought of having Fuji teach him wasn’t a bad one.
Fuji thought of the nervous blue skinned teen in his room the previous day and then looked across at his best friend. “I’ll tell you who I’ve shot in exchange for the photos you took at the end of the sleepover,” he said, knowing full well that Niou would not have resisted taking pictures of the two room-mates curled up together and equally that he would not willingly give them up.
At Niou’s next question, Fuji shook his head, swinging his legs off the bed and coming to stand opposite his friend, placing one hand on his bare chest. “I meant can you be me?” he asked, looking up into the illuminated gaze as he traced a hand over the chest that was not his.
“You can look through my phone if you want,” Niou said, knowing that he only left the safe photos from the sleepover in there. And that the ones of Fuji and Yukimura cuddling in their sleep was backed up on his laptop and his online storage. “And you’d want me to pretend to be you?” Fuji always made it quite clear that he wanted nothing but the real Niou in his photos that it was a bit of an odd request. But it wasn’t one he’d turn down, even if it meant that he still remained clueless about just how Fuji took such amazing photos.
Looking at the hand on his chest and following it to Fuji’s face, Niou used his powers and shifted until Fuji was looking at his clone.
“That was not what I asked,” Fuji pointed out. He watched in fascination as skin rippled under his hand and the taller teen shrunk, white hair darkened and eyes took on a less luminent glow. It was like looking in a mirror, but Fuji had never seen a three-dimensional version of himself before. He walked around his Niou-self, admiring Niou’s incredible attention to detail which was as accurate as if he’d been drinking in Fuji as a painter might his lover. There was a slight mark on Niou’s collarbone and Fuji raised his own hand to touch the spot he had not noticed was sore.
“You are an artist, Niou,” he told his friend in approval as he returned to face him from the front again. His fingers traced along the jawline of the Niou-Fuji, stopping at the chin. Then, he bent in to kiss his replica gently on the mouth. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said with a chuckle.
Niou’s eyes had closed at the soft kiss that was far too short to be satisfying. At the chuckle he opened his eyes that were now Fuji coloured and looked into the real Fuji’s eyes. “Who would have guessed you’d be so vain,” He said. He tugged up his boxers that were a bit loose on his hips now and considered Fuji’s appearance. “It helps that I enjoy looking at you. It makes taking in the details more pleasant.” He ignored the part about the phone. Fuji would have to work harder than that if he wanted to see all the pictures from that night.
“I have my own stalker,” Fuji noted with amusement. He considered the Niou-Fuji for a moment more, eyes open while he continued to analyze his body and mentally clocking that borrowing Niou’s boxers would not work out well.
“How much distraction can you take before you lose the illusion?” he asked. Stepping in close again, he ran a finger across Niou’s lips. “You held your form just then...” The fingers trailed over chin and neck, sliding over sensitive points of the collarbone and down past the ribs. “... How about now?” Digits slid into the too loose elastic of the boxers and tugged.
Niou let Fuji’s hand explore his body, he knew people were often intrigued by seeing themselves in the flesh from a perspective they were normally denied. But when Fuji’s hands toyed with the band of his boxer briefs he couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. “I’ve been working on my control,” He said as he watched those fingers worked and wondered how much more his underwear could take before they slid past his hips and off.
“I think I could hold it further than we should go.” Niou didn’t really want to turn down Fuji, and wasn’t really doing so now. But he thought he should give the other a heads up about what he was getting in to. And really, if Niou was going to play with Fuji, he’d rather do it as himself.
“Is that so?” The fingers walked around the inside of the elastic, moving in a circle towards the small of Niou-Fuji’s back. Eyes fixed on Niou’s, Fuji started to bend his knees, looking up as he slowly lowered himself to waist height.
And standing behind Fuji was an illusionary teletubby who waved cheerfully.
Niou watched as Fuji sank lower, convinced that Fuji on Fuji action was sort of a bad idea but too curious to see where it was going to stop it. And then he made the mistake of looking up and into the face of a happy teletubby. He startled, falling onto his butt and then burst out into laughter. Somehow the whole moment ending like that made him laugh even harder until tears were slipping from his eyes that were once again glowing blue and framed by silver hair. “Shuusuke, you jerk.” He said in a rather non threatening tone as he was still breathless from laughing. That was certainly one way to break the sexual tension of a moment.
As Niou toppled, Fuji also fell back chuckling as he watched Niou come completely undone and return to his original shape. The teletubby bounced up and down and produced a bag of popcorn from nowhere. Flipping himself over, Fuji rolled so he was on top of Niou, looking down at him. “That wouldn’t have been the right kind of hot,” he told the silver-haired teen. “This would have been.” And he kissed him again, deeper and on the mouth.
Then he flipped to his feet and snatched up Niou’s phone, rolling onto the bed.
Any of Niou’s remaining laughter stopped abruptly at the kiss but before he could get his arms around Fuji, the cunning mutant was once again out of reach and stealing his phone. “So cruel,” Niou said dropping an arm over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to witness the arousal killing teletubby. With other people he’d have followed them to the bed and showed them what hot really was but with Fuji, it was better to let things cool down before things became more heated than they wanted. Especially since it seemed that Fuji’s plan was to just distract him for his phone. He wasn’t too worried about what Fuji would find on his phone, there was certainly nothing worse than what Fuji already knew about him or did with him. But after another moment on the floor, Niou took the arm away from his eyes and looked up over at Fuji.
“Find what you’re looking for?” Niou asked as he moved to a sitting position, one arm now resting on his bed.
Fuji flipped around the phone to show him the only picture he’d found from that fateful night. “I look good with your rabbit,” he told him. Resignedly noting that he’d been too late in confiscating Niou’s property, Fuji put the phone down. On the plus side, the reappearance of such photos would probably make Yukimura freak out far more than he which --less pleasingly-- would probably stop Niou producing them unexpectedly.
“It’s because Ravi has good taste and likes you,” Niou said smiling as he looked at the picture of Fuji asleep and cuddling his stuffed rabbit. He watched as Fuji put his phone down but didn’t reach out to grab it, if Fuji hadn’t done anything to it yet, he wasn’t going to in the next few minutes. “Disappointed?” He asked knowing that Fuji had expected or at least hoped to find shots of him cuddling with Yukimura.
“You have outwitted me,” Fuji replied, but did not look overly upset about it. “I am forced to let you keep your gross entertainment pictures.” The teletubby disappeared as Fuji stretched out on Niou’s bed. He lay on his back and stared up at the white ceiling. “Ne, Niou... what do you think of Tezuka?”
Niou grinned at the praise of having outwitted Fuji. It wasn’t always an easy task after all and it was a fairly even toss up on which of them would win when it came to any sort of outwitting. When the Teletubbie disappeared, Niou was thankful and climbed up to sit properly on the bed as he considered Fuji and his question. “I don’t think he’s as boring as he seems,” Niou eventually answered. The man seemed a bit gullible in their first couple of encounters but now that he was settling in, Niou thought his real personality was showing through. Well, his more boring and stoic personality. But Niou still thought that there was more to the man than being a piece of toast. After all, he didn’t run screaming or give them a long lecture when he walked in on him and Atsushi all but having sex.
“Mmm,” Fuji turned his opinion over as he considered the tall new student who had kept the wasabi cupcakes he disliked, likely for purposes of which Fuji would approve. “We walked in the woods and discussed tying him to a tree. He gave me his scarf.” It was the action of the naive or bold and Fuji didn’t think Tezuka was entirely naive. At least, not after the cupcakes.
“He gave you his scarf after you said you wanted to tie him up to a tree?” Niou asked thinking that was pretty ballsy of the guy. Most students would think twice before going for a walk with Fuji somewhere so secluded but then to give him exactly what he just threatened you with? Well it certainly added another interesting layer to the man. “But why did you want to tie him up?”
Fuji chuckled, “You don’t think half the school wants to tie Tezuka up? He is quite good looking.” He reached across the sheets and helped himself to a couple of the nuts still in the box he’d brought with him. “I saw Mizuki that morning after he’d been talking to Yamato.” Niou could probably fill in the rest.
Niou pictured Tezuka and then tying him up... he supposed it could be fun and that a fair number of the guys at the school could imagine the same. “I guess he does give off this ‘please rumple me’ vibe,” Niou said. Whether it was because he could be so stoic or because being new to the school caused him to be a bit more gullible and hesitant Niou was sure that both sides would cause certain members of the school to want to tie him down.
At the mention of Mizuki’s name, Niou looked at Fuji and tried to decide if Fuji was just going to torment the guy or if he should get his digging gloves out. “I take it your powers and his don’t mix?” As far as Niou knew, Mizuki’s powers were really only effective when he was nearby. So unless Fuji was dragging him along on his walk with Tezuka, something must have went wrong.
Fuji rolled the chocolate nut around in his mouth before biting it sharply in two. “Yamato must have caused Mizuki to release a sexually suppressing odor.” He glanced over at Niou with a wicked smile. “Apparently, ‘supple’ is a particularly suggestive adjective. My body thought it was a poison and produced a counter.” Which then proceeded to last half the afternoon. It had been an interesting experience and Fuji couldn’t deny that watching Tezuka’s reaction when he had mentioned tying him to a tree had been decidedly entertaining. Not that this would stop him burying Mizuki’s sorry ass at a later date.
“Supple? Geeze Mizuki is so fussy,” Niou said watching as Fuji’s mouth worked on the chocolate inside of it. He was rather sure that he’d appreciate being tied to a tree by Fuji more than Tezuka could. “Are we going grave digging again soon?”
“Perhaps,” Fuji concurred. “But at present he seems to be focussing on Kirihara-kun. It’s quite fun.” He sat up and looked across at the fish tank again. His robotic spy seemed to be trash talking a fish who was hiding in a cave. Perhaps he could turn his photography project into a cyborg forbidden love offering. “I should disappear before Oishi returns.”
“And torturing Kirihara is greater than revenge? Gotcha.” And he did because he rather thought the same about such things. “Why don’t you stay for an afternoon nap,” Niou offered, moving to sprawl more on the bed and wrap his arms around Fuji.
Fuji kissed Niou on the forehead. “Because however tired Oishi is, if he returns to see a mechanical fish box on his bed and me on your bed, he will connect the dots.” He slid out of Niou’s arms and slid off the bed, collecting up the incriminating packaging.
Niou could argue that they could hide the incriminating evidence and seeing Fuji in his bed wouldn’t be that weird but he understood that Fuji didn’t want to risk giving up the game before it started. He gave a long sigh and flopped onto his back. “Fine. But keep me updated on how your projects doing. And I’ll try to save your little fish before Oishi’s scheduled cleaning time,” Niou said shifting on the bed enough to watch Fuji.
“I’m counting on you,” Fuji said with a mischievous grin and he left, saving one backwards glance for the extra occupant of that particular study bedroom.
Location: Niou & Oishi’s room
Time: Thursday night
Rating: PG
Summary: Fuji installs a robotic fish camera in Oishi’s tank
The door to the school laundry room was ajar when Fuji snuck up to its detergent-perfumed doorframe. Peering around the peeling paintwork, he spotted his dark haired friend hard at work, up to his elbows in soap suds.
Possibly other people who had robbed a bank and left their friend to clean Y-fronts would have felt a twinge of guilt at this point. Fuji however, ticked off his mental checklist: Preventor A was in place. Time to find Accomplice B.
Niou was on his way back from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and another slung around his shoulders only doing a half-decent job of collecting the water dripping from his hair. His body was free of any bruises or marks meaning he was using some of his powers as he treaded in blue slippers toward his room. He hated using his robe fresh out of the shower, but with the temperature dropping he’d have to give in and start using it soon.
He was debating when he should concede that it was cold and start using his robe when he spotted Fuji up ahead near his door. “Nobody’s home,” He called out as he moved up beside Fuji. “Oishi’s doing laundry...” And obviously he had been in the shower. Most people would probably assume he was getting cleaned up after a session of afternoon sex but he had really just returned from a rigorous extra session in the training rooms. And if Fuji asked him, he’d tell him but he figured that Fuji might know that anyway. His friend had a way of seeing through such things.
Fuji, who had been about to resignedly postpone his evil mastermind plan, turned when a very wet Niou appeared at his elbow. “I know where Oishi is,” he told him, with a smile that did not really suggest innocence. “I came to see his fish.” He held out the two boxes he was carrying. The bottom one was largely hidden by the smaller top container which held a fresh collection of macadamia chocolate nuts. “I’m buying your silence,” he told his friend.
“I’m starting to feel unloved. Everyone comes to see his fish but never me,” Niou said dramatically as he unlocked the door. “And ya know you don’t have to buy my silence.” But even as he said that, Niou took the box of nuts and walked into his room letting Fuji follow. He was curious to see just what Fuji was up to with Oishi’s fish that required buying his silence since Niou was always up for mischief. Though this time he would have to make sure Fuji didn’t get too carried away, his roommate was more than a little fragile at present.
“Everyone wants to get inside Oishi’s tank.” Fuji followed Niou in and bent to peer inside Oishi’s aquarium. A collection of little faces looked back at him, gills flapping in the bubbles from the pump. Fuji smiled. His addition would blend in perfectly.
Sitting on Oishi’s bed, he turned his attention to the second, larger box. Opening up, he laid out the parts carefully, the main one of which was beautifully designed fish, similarly sized to the ones in the tank. He held it up for Niou to see. “My spy.”
“You bought a spy fish?” Niou asked. He paused in opening the macadamia nuts and moved over to Oishi’s bed to look at the fish more closely. “Not bad... but why do you want a spy fish?” He straightened and went back to the box though he kept his eyes on Fuji, even as he popped a chocolate into his mouth.
"I think you're holding out on me," Fuji joked. He slid the shining fake scales aside to reveal a sealed compartment. Rifling back in the box, he located the packet contained a small round silver battery. "I've decided to bug your room and broadcast it to the school." The battery slotted into the fish which buzzed and waved its tail.
“If you wanted to make extra cash running a Niou’s Room site, you just had to ask,” Niou teased as he watched the fish move around with interest. “But ya know Oishi’s sort of boring.” Even when he was muttering to himself or drawing pictures of Fuji and Eiji in jail Oishi was sort of dull. Did Fuji think that Oishi shared more interesting things with his fish? And did that thing even have a mic?
"Ah, but then I'd have to share the profits with you," Fuji pointed out. "This way, I can pretend it is simply an interesting photography project." Checking the fish was properly put back together, he walked over to the tank and gently lifted the lid. A few tank residents floated up to the surface to see if food was forthcoming. "New friend," Fuji told them and dropped the mechanical fish in with a soft plop.
Niou, munching on a few more chocolates, followed Fuji to the tank and watched as he dropped the fish in. It didn’t look that out of place and with how tired Oishi had been recently, his fish loving roommate probably wouldn’t notice right away. “We could have worked out a profitable agreement for us both. And are you saying photography project is just your catch all phrase? I might feel used... didn’t you tell me that those nude photos last week were for a project?” Niou teased though he felt it probably lacked something as he was practically nude in front of Fuji and obviously wasn’t feeling taken advantage of.
"Those photos were for a private project," Fuji told him with a smile, glancing at Niou's unblemished torso and brown eyes. "And they were better than what my fish is likely to see." He turned back to the tank, watching the spy fish swim slowly around its new home. "I'll be right back."
Straightening and leaving the discarded fish box on Oishi's bed he left the room, returning a moment later holding his laptop. Walking back to the bed, he pulled out the last object in the packaging; a small black box with a USB end. Plugging it into the laptop he proceeded to fiddle with the software. "There." He turned the laptop around to show a fish-eye view of the tank, rounded sides giving the image a submarine feel. A fish swam close and its giant eye filled the screen.
Niou shrugged at Fuji’s scrutiny knowing what Fuji was finding fault in and knew that he was right about what the fish would and wouldn’t be seeing. When Fuji left for a moment, Niou took the opportunity to eat a few more chocolates and to change out of his towel and into a pair of boxer briefs. He was debating t-shirts when Fuji returned with his laptop and Niou abandoned his closet to sit next to Fuji and watch him work. “Am I going to walk into a bookstore one day and find a Niou photo coffee book?” Niou asked as he watched fish swim around on Fuji’s laptop.
"I’d like to do a gallery exhibition first," Fuji said as he played with the focussing settings on the fish camera. "Your body stretched 18 feet along the gallery wall. Then a coffee book." He looked up at Niou, “Do you think Ryuuzaki-sensei would buy one of my prints for the school? You could decorate her office.” He looked back at the tank, sharing the screen of his laptop with Niou. “I think operation fish-cam is a go.”
“Sounds good to me. Do you have a picture in mind or are we going to have to do more private photo sessions?” Niou asked trying to imagine what his body might look like along an 18foot wall. Well if he somehow discovered a sense of embarrassment about it, he could always shift into someone else and pretend to not know this Niou fellow. “If Ryuuzaki doesn’t buy one, we’ll just have to gift one to her as a thank you for teaching us so much.” And putting up with them for so many years. And if it was a gift, Ryuuzaki would be more obligated to display it somewhere.
Looking at the screen again, Niou got up and walked to the tank to try and capture himself on the spy fish camera. “I still don’t get what you’re trying to see.” He let the brown fade out of his eyes and wondered if Fuji’s camera would capture the transition at all.
“Perhaps I could gift her with a coffee book of student nudes,” Fuji pondered. “It could be a talking point at open days.” In the reflection of the glass, he saw Niou’s eyes change to their dazzling blue. Half the fish scattered and hid under the rocks Oishi had placed at the bottom of the tank. His spy fish resolutely swam with its tail turned to Niou’s face.
“Your mind is too suspicious, I just wanted to do a fish-eye project from inside a tank.” The spy fish finally turned around and Fuji’s laptop screen shone white as Niou’s eyes over exposed the shot. Fuji chuckled, “It doesn’t see that well beyond the glass.”
Putting his laptop aside, Fuji rolled onto his front on Oishi’s bed, propping his chin on one hand. “We should take more photographs,” he said, then curious added, “Can you do me?”
Niou sighed as the fish startled at his eyes and swam away, only Fuji’s fish really staying brave enough to hang out in the light from his eyes. “Just how many students have you taken nudes of?” Niou wondered and felt intrigued and a little jealous at the thought of Fuji taking nudes of others.
Hearing the laptop being set aside, Niou stood and looked over at Fuji and saw just how much of a horrible tease he was being. Niou would be happy to do Fuji, and not only in the way Fuji was asking. “You’d have to help me. I’m not used to being on the other side of the camera,” Niou said. He knew that getting pictures as beautiful as Fuji’s took an awful amount of work but he didn’t know how to do it himself. He was much more of a point and shoot camera type of guy. Though the thought of having Fuji teach him wasn’t a bad one.
Fuji thought of the nervous blue skinned teen in his room the previous day and then looked across at his best friend. “I’ll tell you who I’ve shot in exchange for the photos you took at the end of the sleepover,” he said, knowing full well that Niou would not have resisted taking pictures of the two room-mates curled up together and equally that he would not willingly give them up.
At Niou’s next question, Fuji shook his head, swinging his legs off the bed and coming to stand opposite his friend, placing one hand on his bare chest. “I meant can you be me?” he asked, looking up into the illuminated gaze as he traced a hand over the chest that was not his.
“You can look through my phone if you want,” Niou said, knowing that he only left the safe photos from the sleepover in there. And that the ones of Fuji and Yukimura cuddling in their sleep was backed up on his laptop and his online storage. “And you’d want me to pretend to be you?” Fuji always made it quite clear that he wanted nothing but the real Niou in his photos that it was a bit of an odd request. But it wasn’t one he’d turn down, even if it meant that he still remained clueless about just how Fuji took such amazing photos.
Looking at the hand on his chest and following it to Fuji’s face, Niou used his powers and shifted until Fuji was looking at his clone.
“That was not what I asked,” Fuji pointed out. He watched in fascination as skin rippled under his hand and the taller teen shrunk, white hair darkened and eyes took on a less luminent glow. It was like looking in a mirror, but Fuji had never seen a three-dimensional version of himself before. He walked around his Niou-self, admiring Niou’s incredible attention to detail which was as accurate as if he’d been drinking in Fuji as a painter might his lover. There was a slight mark on Niou’s collarbone and Fuji raised his own hand to touch the spot he had not noticed was sore.
“You are an artist, Niou,” he told his friend in approval as he returned to face him from the front again. His fingers traced along the jawline of the Niou-Fuji, stopping at the chin. Then, he bent in to kiss his replica gently on the mouth. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said with a chuckle.
Niou’s eyes had closed at the soft kiss that was far too short to be satisfying. At the chuckle he opened his eyes that were now Fuji coloured and looked into the real Fuji’s eyes. “Who would have guessed you’d be so vain,” He said. He tugged up his boxers that were a bit loose on his hips now and considered Fuji’s appearance. “It helps that I enjoy looking at you. It makes taking in the details more pleasant.” He ignored the part about the phone. Fuji would have to work harder than that if he wanted to see all the pictures from that night.
“I have my own stalker,” Fuji noted with amusement. He considered the Niou-Fuji for a moment more, eyes open while he continued to analyze his body and mentally clocking that borrowing Niou’s boxers would not work out well.
“How much distraction can you take before you lose the illusion?” he asked. Stepping in close again, he ran a finger across Niou’s lips. “You held your form just then...” The fingers trailed over chin and neck, sliding over sensitive points of the collarbone and down past the ribs. “... How about now?” Digits slid into the too loose elastic of the boxers and tugged.
Niou let Fuji’s hand explore his body, he knew people were often intrigued by seeing themselves in the flesh from a perspective they were normally denied. But when Fuji’s hands toyed with the band of his boxer briefs he couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. “I’ve been working on my control,” He said as he watched those fingers worked and wondered how much more his underwear could take before they slid past his hips and off.
“I think I could hold it further than we should go.” Niou didn’t really want to turn down Fuji, and wasn’t really doing so now. But he thought he should give the other a heads up about what he was getting in to. And really, if Niou was going to play with Fuji, he’d rather do it as himself.
“Is that so?” The fingers walked around the inside of the elastic, moving in a circle towards the small of Niou-Fuji’s back. Eyes fixed on Niou’s, Fuji started to bend his knees, looking up as he slowly lowered himself to waist height.
And standing behind Fuji was an illusionary teletubby who waved cheerfully.
Niou watched as Fuji sank lower, convinced that Fuji on Fuji action was sort of a bad idea but too curious to see where it was going to stop it. And then he made the mistake of looking up and into the face of a happy teletubby. He startled, falling onto his butt and then burst out into laughter. Somehow the whole moment ending like that made him laugh even harder until tears were slipping from his eyes that were once again glowing blue and framed by silver hair. “Shuusuke, you jerk.” He said in a rather non threatening tone as he was still breathless from laughing. That was certainly one way to break the sexual tension of a moment.
As Niou toppled, Fuji also fell back chuckling as he watched Niou come completely undone and return to his original shape. The teletubby bounced up and down and produced a bag of popcorn from nowhere. Flipping himself over, Fuji rolled so he was on top of Niou, looking down at him. “That wouldn’t have been the right kind of hot,” he told the silver-haired teen. “This would have been.” And he kissed him again, deeper and on the mouth.
Then he flipped to his feet and snatched up Niou’s phone, rolling onto the bed.
Any of Niou’s remaining laughter stopped abruptly at the kiss but before he could get his arms around Fuji, the cunning mutant was once again out of reach and stealing his phone. “So cruel,” Niou said dropping an arm over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to witness the arousal killing teletubby. With other people he’d have followed them to the bed and showed them what hot really was but with Fuji, it was better to let things cool down before things became more heated than they wanted. Especially since it seemed that Fuji’s plan was to just distract him for his phone. He wasn’t too worried about what Fuji would find on his phone, there was certainly nothing worse than what Fuji already knew about him or did with him. But after another moment on the floor, Niou took the arm away from his eyes and looked up over at Fuji.
“Find what you’re looking for?” Niou asked as he moved to a sitting position, one arm now resting on his bed.
Fuji flipped around the phone to show him the only picture he’d found from that fateful night. “I look good with your rabbit,” he told him. Resignedly noting that he’d been too late in confiscating Niou’s property, Fuji put the phone down. On the plus side, the reappearance of such photos would probably make Yukimura freak out far more than he which --less pleasingly-- would probably stop Niou producing them unexpectedly.
“It’s because Ravi has good taste and likes you,” Niou said smiling as he looked at the picture of Fuji asleep and cuddling his stuffed rabbit. He watched as Fuji put his phone down but didn’t reach out to grab it, if Fuji hadn’t done anything to it yet, he wasn’t going to in the next few minutes. “Disappointed?” He asked knowing that Fuji had expected or at least hoped to find shots of him cuddling with Yukimura.
“You have outwitted me,” Fuji replied, but did not look overly upset about it. “I am forced to let you keep your gross entertainment pictures.” The teletubby disappeared as Fuji stretched out on Niou’s bed. He lay on his back and stared up at the white ceiling. “Ne, Niou... what do you think of Tezuka?”
Niou grinned at the praise of having outwitted Fuji. It wasn’t always an easy task after all and it was a fairly even toss up on which of them would win when it came to any sort of outwitting. When the Teletubbie disappeared, Niou was thankful and climbed up to sit properly on the bed as he considered Fuji and his question. “I don’t think he’s as boring as he seems,” Niou eventually answered. The man seemed a bit gullible in their first couple of encounters but now that he was settling in, Niou thought his real personality was showing through. Well, his more boring and stoic personality. But Niou still thought that there was more to the man than being a piece of toast. After all, he didn’t run screaming or give them a long lecture when he walked in on him and Atsushi all but having sex.
“Mmm,” Fuji turned his opinion over as he considered the tall new student who had kept the wasabi cupcakes he disliked, likely for purposes of which Fuji would approve. “We walked in the woods and discussed tying him to a tree. He gave me his scarf.” It was the action of the naive or bold and Fuji didn’t think Tezuka was entirely naive. At least, not after the cupcakes.
“He gave you his scarf after you said you wanted to tie him up to a tree?” Niou asked thinking that was pretty ballsy of the guy. Most students would think twice before going for a walk with Fuji somewhere so secluded but then to give him exactly what he just threatened you with? Well it certainly added another interesting layer to the man. “But why did you want to tie him up?”
Fuji chuckled, “You don’t think half the school wants to tie Tezuka up? He is quite good looking.” He reached across the sheets and helped himself to a couple of the nuts still in the box he’d brought with him. “I saw Mizuki that morning after he’d been talking to Yamato.” Niou could probably fill in the rest.
Niou pictured Tezuka and then tying him up... he supposed it could be fun and that a fair number of the guys at the school could imagine the same. “I guess he does give off this ‘please rumple me’ vibe,” Niou said. Whether it was because he could be so stoic or because being new to the school caused him to be a bit more gullible and hesitant Niou was sure that both sides would cause certain members of the school to want to tie him down.
At the mention of Mizuki’s name, Niou looked at Fuji and tried to decide if Fuji was just going to torment the guy or if he should get his digging gloves out. “I take it your powers and his don’t mix?” As far as Niou knew, Mizuki’s powers were really only effective when he was nearby. So unless Fuji was dragging him along on his walk with Tezuka, something must have went wrong.
Fuji rolled the chocolate nut around in his mouth before biting it sharply in two. “Yamato must have caused Mizuki to release a sexually suppressing odor.” He glanced over at Niou with a wicked smile. “Apparently, ‘supple’ is a particularly suggestive adjective. My body thought it was a poison and produced a counter.” Which then proceeded to last half the afternoon. It had been an interesting experience and Fuji couldn’t deny that watching Tezuka’s reaction when he had mentioned tying him to a tree had been decidedly entertaining. Not that this would stop him burying Mizuki’s sorry ass at a later date.
“Supple? Geeze Mizuki is so fussy,” Niou said watching as Fuji’s mouth worked on the chocolate inside of it. He was rather sure that he’d appreciate being tied to a tree by Fuji more than Tezuka could. “Are we going grave digging again soon?”
“Perhaps,” Fuji concurred. “But at present he seems to be focussing on Kirihara-kun. It’s quite fun.” He sat up and looked across at the fish tank again. His robotic spy seemed to be trash talking a fish who was hiding in a cave. Perhaps he could turn his photography project into a cyborg forbidden love offering. “I should disappear before Oishi returns.”
“And torturing Kirihara is greater than revenge? Gotcha.” And he did because he rather thought the same about such things. “Why don’t you stay for an afternoon nap,” Niou offered, moving to sprawl more on the bed and wrap his arms around Fuji.
Fuji kissed Niou on the forehead. “Because however tired Oishi is, if he returns to see a mechanical fish box on his bed and me on your bed, he will connect the dots.” He slid out of Niou’s arms and slid off the bed, collecting up the incriminating packaging.
Niou could argue that they could hide the incriminating evidence and seeing Fuji in his bed wouldn’t be that weird but he understood that Fuji didn’t want to risk giving up the game before it started. He gave a long sigh and flopped onto his back. “Fine. But keep me updated on how your projects doing. And I’ll try to save your little fish before Oishi’s scheduled cleaning time,” Niou said shifting on the bed enough to watch Fuji.
“I’m counting on you,” Fuji said with a mischievous grin and he left, saving one backwards glance for the extra occupant of that particular study bedroom.