Kiss for Rika
Title: Medical tape and macaroons
Characters: Niou/Marui
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT
Note: This was written for Rika, who desired Niou/Marui. Gomen to the D1 Kiri/Marui shippers, this is not your fic. :D
Long hot afternoons of practice took their toll. Marui frowned as the sweat dripped into his eye, ready for one last running leap off of Jackal's back. He hesitated, gathered his strength, and then did it, feeling the moment of vertigo when he was in the air, inverted, limbs splayed to balance his flight.
Then, a return to the ground, with a sudden flare of sun in the eyes -- something went wrong. Marui landed on his hip and skidded across the rough clay of the court. He let out a yowl, and instantly people appeared above him.
Jackal, looking down. "Hey. Whatcha trying to do, scrape your skin off? I know it's hot and all..." He reached down a hand to pull Marui up, but was stopped by Yukimura.
Yukimura knelt. "Roll to your side."
Marui complied, frowning. His body ached. "I think it's just a scrape."
"It is. You're lucky. You were careless to fall," Yukimura chided, dusting the grit off Marui's thigh. "What happened?"
"Sunspot," Marui muttered, wincing at the fingers on his torn thigh. "Sweat got in my eyes and it sparked."
"I should issue everybody headbands," Yukimura sighed. "Niou -- see to Marui. Jackal, you should be noticing when your partner sweats. Don't you have handkerchiefs?"
"Why me? Shouldn't he be in charge of his own bo--"
"Laps, ten of them, for allowing your partner to fall."
Jackal looked like he was about ready to mouth off, but Marui shot him a warning look. Just do it before you get more laps. Jackal sucked it up and complied, trotting off a little wearily around the court.
*
Niou was off swinging rackets with the first-years when he heard Yukimura's call. "Keep it up," he instructed, "or you'll find lizards in your racket bags."
The whole group of first years shuddered in terror and complied. Niou's method of instruction was effective, and he had a reasonably pleased smile on his face as he sauntered over to walk beside Marui.
"What, got distracted?"
Marui glanced up at him and then hung on his arm while he coddled his leg with a limp. "Just sun," he shrugged, and his stomach gave a little growl. "Maybe some blood sugar issues too."
Niou gave Marui his usual inscrutable but mischievous glance. "Let's wipe you up and steal food. I'm hungry too." Niou settled Marui onto a bench and went to get the first aid kit. Marui melted down and sighed, lying back, sticking his leg into the air. The abrasion was high on his thigh, sweeping in an ugly red pattern from hip to knee. Maybe he should start wearing little modesty pants like Kikumaru from Seigaku...
Then Niou returned, opening the medical kit. Instead of kneeling beside Marui, he hefted up Marui's legs by the ankles and straddled the bench between them.
"Hey -- what kind of hentai position is this?" Marui asked, glaring up from between his legs.
"You're the one with the dirty mind," Niou smirked, "I just needed a good position for applying the alcohol.
"Right. You're getting your ass kicked -- OW." Marui held still, face furrowing as Niou relentlessly wiped down the area with alcohol pads. Then he measured and cut the gauze, seeking out tape from the kit.
"Hmmm. I think we'll have to tape a ring around your upper thigh to keep this on."
Niou's fingers were careful, unrolling the medical tape. Marui shifted a little uncomfortably as Niou's fingers just barely grazed his balls. Flushing, he sat up and scooted away. "All better. Uh, thank you."
Blushing? Niou's face looked just a little red too, and he didn't meet Marui's eyes for a moment as they stood. "Food." Niou turned, sticking his hands into his pockets, rat tail swinging.
Marui followed, feeling stupid, still limping a little to ease the slight pain of his knee.
"What's up with your blood sugar anyway?" Niou asked, then gripped Marui's hand to pull him into a side hall, pretending to fiddle with a locker while footsteps approached, passed.
"Maybe my size," Marui said, and then they tiptoed onward. He felt a little silly, like he was suddenly part of Niou's ninja fantasy. "Why are we sneaking anyway?"
"Because nobody should see us as we go steal food, of course!" Niou grinned and tugged him onward. They got to the kitchen door and Niou tugged a set of keys from his pocket, opening it.
"-- Whoa."
"Yeah. Don't tell."
"I won't tell -- for a price," Marui said.
Niou snorted. "I'm completely unbribeable. Any dirt you have on me, I can get on you, and worse." They entered the half-lit kitchen, and Niou made a beeline to the shelves stacked with cookies. "You like macaroons, eh?"
Marui practically flew over, face alight as he glomped onto Niou's back. "Yeah! My favorite."
They filled up a plastic shopping bag with stolen treats, making sure to rearrange the shelves to keep them from looking too empty. "But where are we gonna eat all this? Buchou will confiscate it if we go back to the locker room."
"Roof."
"You have a key?"
"Oh yeah."
*
Marui was almost asleep next to an empty plastic bag. He was warm in the sun, full, and exhausted after a long day of practice. Niou idled nearby, leaning against a wall.
"You comfortable like that? Here. You can lie on my leg."
"You just want my face in your crotch," Marui snorted, but complied. Niou's thigh was pretty muscular, he noticed as he curled onto his side away from said crotch, staring down to a furry knee.
Niou tugged Marui's hair. "Why would I want your face in my crotch? More hentai thoughts?"
"No!" Marui's face turned red again and he was glad he was facing away from Niou.
"Seems like your mind's pretty far in the gutter today. Are you finally becoming a teeeeeenager?" Niou's tone was teasing and light, and his fingers settled into Marui's hair to give it a little pet.
Mm, that felt nice. Something new, nobody ever really petted his hair before. "Why're you being so nice to me anyhow? Don't you have Yagyuu to fuss over?"
"Cause I like your ass."
"WHAT?" Marui sat up, hiding his bottom by scooting against the wall.
Niou howled with laugher at the response, clutching his belly. "Ahhhh...you bought it, didn't you."
"You bastard," Marui muttered, huddling with his arms around his legs. "Shuddup."
Niou scooted close and tugged Marui into a snuggle. "Nah. Maybe I just like hanging out with you. You're so teasable..."
Eh? Marui's cheeks flushed again. Niou sure was being strange, not that it felt bad to rest against his shoulder. Marui snuggled down the tiniest bit, sighing as the summer heat and the warmth of Niou's body made him instantly sleepy.
"Hey hey, you aren't supposed to get sleepy if I hug you," Niou poked him.
"Stop that," Marui said sleepily, then sank down to Niou's lap again. "Mm. Stop moving. I want a nap."
Niou stared down, and the mask of his face slipped for just a moment, his eyes going gentle. "Rest. You worked hard today." His fingers settled into Marui's hair again, little tiny strokes, relaxing him utterly.
Marui's eyes drifted shut.
Then, Marui felt the pressure of something warm and soft against his lips. He froze for a second in surprise, and then made a tiny noise as the sideways kiss increased just a little in pressure. His face flushed again, body zinging as if it was all being kissed, and his fingers found their way to Niou's hair.
The long moment of soft lip to soft lip seemed to spin on and on, and Marui heard his breath begin to rasp in his ear when Niou straightened back up and away.
Marui's eyes met his in a confused question, but the veil was back up over Niou's expression.
"Sleep," Niou said, looking away. His face was flushed.
It was easier to run from confusion than to face it. Closing his eyes, lips still tingling, Marui let himself fall into slumber.
It wasn't entirely Marui's fault that his dreams held nothing but kisses.
Characters: Niou/Marui
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT
Note: This was written for Rika, who desired Niou/Marui. Gomen to the D1 Kiri/Marui shippers, this is not your fic. :D
Long hot afternoons of practice took their toll. Marui frowned as the sweat dripped into his eye, ready for one last running leap off of Jackal's back. He hesitated, gathered his strength, and then did it, feeling the moment of vertigo when he was in the air, inverted, limbs splayed to balance his flight.
Then, a return to the ground, with a sudden flare of sun in the eyes -- something went wrong. Marui landed on his hip and skidded across the rough clay of the court. He let out a yowl, and instantly people appeared above him.
Jackal, looking down. "Hey. Whatcha trying to do, scrape your skin off? I know it's hot and all..." He reached down a hand to pull Marui up, but was stopped by Yukimura.
Yukimura knelt. "Roll to your side."
Marui complied, frowning. His body ached. "I think it's just a scrape."
"It is. You're lucky. You were careless to fall," Yukimura chided, dusting the grit off Marui's thigh. "What happened?"
"Sunspot," Marui muttered, wincing at the fingers on his torn thigh. "Sweat got in my eyes and it sparked."
"I should issue everybody headbands," Yukimura sighed. "Niou -- see to Marui. Jackal, you should be noticing when your partner sweats. Don't you have handkerchiefs?"
"Why me? Shouldn't he be in charge of his own bo--"
"Laps, ten of them, for allowing your partner to fall."
Jackal looked like he was about ready to mouth off, but Marui shot him a warning look. Just do it before you get more laps. Jackal sucked it up and complied, trotting off a little wearily around the court.
*
Niou was off swinging rackets with the first-years when he heard Yukimura's call. "Keep it up," he instructed, "or you'll find lizards in your racket bags."
The whole group of first years shuddered in terror and complied. Niou's method of instruction was effective, and he had a reasonably pleased smile on his face as he sauntered over to walk beside Marui.
"What, got distracted?"
Marui glanced up at him and then hung on his arm while he coddled his leg with a limp. "Just sun," he shrugged, and his stomach gave a little growl. "Maybe some blood sugar issues too."
Niou gave Marui his usual inscrutable but mischievous glance. "Let's wipe you up and steal food. I'm hungry too." Niou settled Marui onto a bench and went to get the first aid kit. Marui melted down and sighed, lying back, sticking his leg into the air. The abrasion was high on his thigh, sweeping in an ugly red pattern from hip to knee. Maybe he should start wearing little modesty pants like Kikumaru from Seigaku...
Then Niou returned, opening the medical kit. Instead of kneeling beside Marui, he hefted up Marui's legs by the ankles and straddled the bench between them.
"Hey -- what kind of hentai position is this?" Marui asked, glaring up from between his legs.
"You're the one with the dirty mind," Niou smirked, "I just needed a good position for applying the alcohol.
"Right. You're getting your ass kicked -- OW." Marui held still, face furrowing as Niou relentlessly wiped down the area with alcohol pads. Then he measured and cut the gauze, seeking out tape from the kit.
"Hmmm. I think we'll have to tape a ring around your upper thigh to keep this on."
Niou's fingers were careful, unrolling the medical tape. Marui shifted a little uncomfortably as Niou's fingers just barely grazed his balls. Flushing, he sat up and scooted away. "All better. Uh, thank you."
Blushing? Niou's face looked just a little red too, and he didn't meet Marui's eyes for a moment as they stood. "Food." Niou turned, sticking his hands into his pockets, rat tail swinging.
Marui followed, feeling stupid, still limping a little to ease the slight pain of his knee.
"What's up with your blood sugar anyway?" Niou asked, then gripped Marui's hand to pull him into a side hall, pretending to fiddle with a locker while footsteps approached, passed.
"Maybe my size," Marui said, and then they tiptoed onward. He felt a little silly, like he was suddenly part of Niou's ninja fantasy. "Why are we sneaking anyway?"
"Because nobody should see us as we go steal food, of course!" Niou grinned and tugged him onward. They got to the kitchen door and Niou tugged a set of keys from his pocket, opening it.
"-- Whoa."
"Yeah. Don't tell."
"I won't tell -- for a price," Marui said.
Niou snorted. "I'm completely unbribeable. Any dirt you have on me, I can get on you, and worse." They entered the half-lit kitchen, and Niou made a beeline to the shelves stacked with cookies. "You like macaroons, eh?"
Marui practically flew over, face alight as he glomped onto Niou's back. "Yeah! My favorite."
They filled up a plastic shopping bag with stolen treats, making sure to rearrange the shelves to keep them from looking too empty. "But where are we gonna eat all this? Buchou will confiscate it if we go back to the locker room."
"Roof."
"You have a key?"
"Oh yeah."
*
Marui was almost asleep next to an empty plastic bag. He was warm in the sun, full, and exhausted after a long day of practice. Niou idled nearby, leaning against a wall.
"You comfortable like that? Here. You can lie on my leg."
"You just want my face in your crotch," Marui snorted, but complied. Niou's thigh was pretty muscular, he noticed as he curled onto his side away from said crotch, staring down to a furry knee.
Niou tugged Marui's hair. "Why would I want your face in my crotch? More hentai thoughts?"
"No!" Marui's face turned red again and he was glad he was facing away from Niou.
"Seems like your mind's pretty far in the gutter today. Are you finally becoming a teeeeeenager?" Niou's tone was teasing and light, and his fingers settled into Marui's hair to give it a little pet.
Mm, that felt nice. Something new, nobody ever really petted his hair before. "Why're you being so nice to me anyhow? Don't you have Yagyuu to fuss over?"
"Cause I like your ass."
"WHAT?" Marui sat up, hiding his bottom by scooting against the wall.
Niou howled with laugher at the response, clutching his belly. "Ahhhh...you bought it, didn't you."
"You bastard," Marui muttered, huddling with his arms around his legs. "Shuddup."
Niou scooted close and tugged Marui into a snuggle. "Nah. Maybe I just like hanging out with you. You're so teasable..."
Eh? Marui's cheeks flushed again. Niou sure was being strange, not that it felt bad to rest against his shoulder. Marui snuggled down the tiniest bit, sighing as the summer heat and the warmth of Niou's body made him instantly sleepy.
"Hey hey, you aren't supposed to get sleepy if I hug you," Niou poked him.
"Stop that," Marui said sleepily, then sank down to Niou's lap again. "Mm. Stop moving. I want a nap."
Niou stared down, and the mask of his face slipped for just a moment, his eyes going gentle. "Rest. You worked hard today." His fingers settled into Marui's hair again, little tiny strokes, relaxing him utterly.
Marui's eyes drifted shut.
Then, Marui felt the pressure of something warm and soft against his lips. He froze for a second in surprise, and then made a tiny noise as the sideways kiss increased just a little in pressure. His face flushed again, body zinging as if it was all being kissed, and his fingers found their way to Niou's hair.
The long moment of soft lip to soft lip seemed to spin on and on, and Marui heard his breath begin to rasp in his ear when Niou straightened back up and away.
Marui's eyes met his in a confused question, but the veil was back up over Niou's expression.
"Sleep," Niou said, looking away. His face was flushed.
It was easier to run from confusion than to face it. Closing his eyes, lips still tingling, Marui let himself fall into slumber.
It wasn't entirely Marui's fault that his dreams held nothing but kisses.