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Author: Atama_ga_itai
Title: The Presents
Part: 6/6
Characters: OT5-verse -- Tango Pair; TezuFuji; Echizen/Karupin/Dan...
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is my fandom, but not my creation.
Author’s Note: Here is the last chapter of The Presents, and it is (as promised) an unmitigated shmoop-fest. This ending is fluff to end all fluff, including (as requested) both Karupin and Dan.
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Revised with 300% more smut! Silly Atama, smut is what OT5 is all about!
Tezuka walked through the quiet halls of Atobe’s manor feeling slightly out of spirits. After all of the activity of the past few days, it was strange to hear the quiet echoing of the rooms. The servants were taking a much-needed break after the huge task of cleaning Fuji’s mess; the tensai himself was recuperating (read: sulking) in his room after his intensely frustrating morning with Yuuta.
Atobe was still out, and after lingering around the front hallway for several hours waiting for Atobe to return, Sanada had finally retreated to his room to prepare for next week's work (read: sulk). And Tezuka wasn’t entirely sure where Echizen was.
But then, as Tezuka passed by the butler’s pantry (the one he was rapidly coming to think of as his own private place with Sanada), he heard softly muttered voices, voices that sounded like they didn’t really want to be overheard.
He paused in the shadows and peered in, curious despite himself.
“But why there?” The soft voice was Sanada’s, fierce, upset. Sanada was in front of Atobe - Atobe’s throat was barred, and Sanada’s fist pulled his shirt aside. “Why’d you let him kiss you there? That spot is mine!”
Several expressions flitted across Atobe’s face. “Weren’t you the one that set this up in the first place? Baka...”
Sanada didn’t let that vein of conversation continue far. With a growl that sounded almost desperate, Sanada dropped his head to Atobe’s neck to mark hot and lingering kisses into his flesh.
“Gen - I -- stop, I’m tired out,” Atobe protested, squirming a little under him. “I’ve just spent the last three hours with Yuushi and Aku-chan, and I’m seriously done with sex for the -“
“Not even if I do this?” Sanada did something that Tezuka couldn’t quite see, and Tezuka saw Atoe’s face melt.
“Not fair,” Atobe protested, and then opened his mouth in a small pant.
“No,” Sanada agreed, and leaned forward to very slowly and carefully cover Atobe’s lips with his.
“No…” Atobe said, putting his fingers up to stop Sanada’s lips. But Sanada took the tip of Atobe’s fingers softly in his lips and licked.
And then a small smile touched Atobe’s mouth. “Could it be that you’re jealous, Genichirou--ow!”
Sanada grinned, a dangerous baring of fangs. “Madly. Completely. Remember how you reacted after my day with Seiichi? That was weak compared to what you’re about to experience…”
Atobe’s eyes went wide, and he slowly nodded. “I see,” he said, “so if I tell you that Yuushi has an amazing way of swirling his tongue around my balls, and that Akutagawa is most appealing when he’s on his knees begging for my cock…”
Sanada slammed Atobe against the sideboard, elbows against the wall and eyes inches away from Atobe’s. “I’m going to erase every memory you have of them,” Sanada growled, and took Atobe’s lips in his in a deep kiss, lips hard, tongue far into the heat of Atobe's mouth. This time, Atobe didn’t hold back.
Tezuka noticed that their fierceness was doubled, tripled. The two were locked around each other body-to-body in sexy fluid movements worthy of long-time dance partners. Atobe’s hands fisted into the back of Sanada’s shirt and smoothed down the chiseled curve of Sanada’s back to rest upon the muscles of his ass, pushing Sanada hard against him.
Sanada’s hands were not so polite, and with a rending motion, Atobe’s shirt was on the floor, buttons clattering upon the wooden floorboards. Atobe gasped and laughed. "That'll cost you... That was an Issey Miyake, you know."
His bared chest showed several signs of lovemaking, fierce bites and suck marks tracing his taut muscles from belly to breastbone. Atobe flushed a little when Sanada’s fingers trailed down his chest, lingering upon the marks.
"Which was from Jiroh? Which was from Oshitari?" Sanada demanded, face set.
“So, what do I get for each bite?” Atobe asked, breathlessly, but in a sudden movement Sanada dropped to his knees and yanked down Atobe’s pants.
"I'll make you come for every mark on your skin," Sanada vowed, and with blind need took Atobe's cock deep into his mouth.
Atobe gasped a little, and gathered Sanada's hair into his hand. "Akutagawa might seem sleepy," Atobe said, "but he loves being taken from behind. He likes it on his knees, Genichirou... I had my cock deep in him and I rode him hard."
Tezuka drew breath then, seeing in a flash a vision from earlier -- Atobe, gloriously wet against the backdrop of the Hyoutei locker room showers, cock buried to the hilt in a bucking and gasping Jiroh. Almost unconsciously, Tezuka's hand went down to linger upon his erection, his eyes fixated upon Atobe's barred chest.
Sanada made noises around Atobe's erection, moaning. Sanada's hand slowly undid his own pants and curled his palm around himself, moving to his rhythm on Atobe, drawing Atobe deeply into the heat of his mouth.
Tezuka bit his lip to stiffle his gasp as he saw Atobe's face change, melting into pleasure. Tezuka's hand fisted more tightly around his cock.
Atobe watched him, his eyes ablaze and his mouth open in a pant. "Genichirou... I love watching you like this when you want me so badly."
"I ached, today," the emotion in Sanada's voice caught Tezuka entirely off guard. "I ached for you, Keigo."
Sanada moved his mouth to Atobe's balls, lightly tracing his tongue around them, and in a sudden movement took Atobe's legs out of his pants and raised one leg over his shoulder. He softly, torturously, drew Atobe's balls into his mouth. Then he moved his mouth lower, tongue flicking the tender ridge. And then he slipped his tongue even further back to delve softly into the cleft of tender flesh.
Tezuka began to stroke himself in time with Atobe's heavy breaths, Sanada's tongue. It was beyond hot to see his partners like this, caught in a purely private moment.
Atobe let out another noise, mingled pleasure with a slight bit of pain. "It's a little sore, Genichirou..."
But Sanada kept licking, kept softly exploring the tender flesh. He licked his hand, moistening it thoroughly, and rubbed the palm over the tip of Atobe's cock, gripping him in a practiced motion -- Tezuka saw that it was exactly the way Atobe touched himself, something only one of his boyfriends would know.
Atobe's hips rocked forward and his head fell back. He hissed breath out through his mouth, his face mingled pleasure and pain, pleasure soon winning out. Sanada's other hand maintained it's own pressure on himself, matching Atobe's noises. Atobe's eyes were fastened on Sanada, on face pressed deep inside of him, on his hand. HIs noises got deeper, louder, and then he gritted his teeth.
"Genichirou -- " he hissed.
Sanada took a spit-wet finger and carefully pushed it into Atobe, moving his mouth to fasten around Atobe's wet cock.
Tezuka moved his hand into his pants, then, watching the motion of Sanada's fingers. He was helpless now, caught in the heat between the two men.
"Genichirou -- " Atobe groaned, obviously holding hard onto control. "If you're going to fuck me, do it now!"
And then Sanada stood. Sanada held out his hand.
"Spit," he ordered.
~
Meanwhile...
“Faster,” Dan panted, fingers working hard, “you have to move your hand faster!”
“Ne, I can’t,” Echizen groaned tightening his fist, “I’m tired out!”
“I thought you had more stamina than that-desu!”
“I’m out of practice, nobody’s been around for me to play with lately!” Echizen groaned, and manfully attempted to work his hand harder.
But -- “No - I’m almost -“
“AAAAAAH!”
And with that, the aliens overtook their small vessel, and they were blasted to the ground.
Dan Taichi and Echizen were sitting close together upon Dan’s couch, PlayStation controls in hands. Dan was a college student, and in an on-again, off-again relationship with Sengoku - Echizen could never figure out the exact status of their relationship, but suspected it fluctuated with the availability of Akutsu. Echizen hung out in Dan’s exuberantly messy dorm room whenever he needed unconditional adoration and a nice safe place to decompress - somewhere his boyfriends would never think to look for him.
“Damn,” said Dan glumly, stretching his arm slyly along the couch behind Echizen, “we’d finally gotten to the good level.”
“Ah well, I was getting a cramp in my right thumb.”
“Well - we could stop and, y’know…um…kiss or something-desu?” The cute young man looked over at Echizen hopefully, eyes as round and appealing as Karupin’s. His arm descended slowly to Echizen’s shoulder. “I mean, aren’t you guys giving presents to each other or something?”
Echizen let out a very mamushi-esque hiss and un-draped himself gingerly from Dan’s arm. “You’re talking about that hair-brained scheme that Tezuka-buchou and Sanada dreamed up, right? The one where we’re supposed to fulfill our long-lost Junior High desires? Fssssssh. No way in hell am I going to piss off Fuji-senpai - and I’m not sure why Buchou and Sanada ever thought it was a good idea. While they might be logical, they’re not always the sharpest crayons in the box.”
“Eek, I wouldn’t want to anger Fuji-senpai either-desu.” Dan looked sad for a moment, but then immediately brightened. “How about some ice cream, then? And maybe some tennis?” His eyes were once again gleaming with the true and profound hero worship that always made Echizen feel slightly silly even as it stoked his ego.
Echizen sighed and shrugged. “Whatever,” he said, “Ne -- can I play you blindfolded? That might be a good enough handicap…”
“Anything you want!” Dan said enthusiastically, and bounded off to fetch the ice cream.
Left to himself for a moment, Echizen slumped back onto the couch. He really, really missed his boyfriends. They would never have let him get away with that blindfold remark.
“So, why is it that Tezuka-san and Sanada-san wanted you guys to sleep with other people anyway?” Dan said, pint of ice cream in his hand and one spoon. He sat back down by Echizen and scooped out a bite. “Say ‘aaaah’…”
“Yadda,” Echizen said, almost out of reflex, but then sighed and opened his mouth. He was feeling vulnerable, and Dan was at least making an effort to cheer him up. “Aaaah…”
“I mean, sometimes I really, really get tempted by other guys, desu. Especially when Akutsu-senpai is fighting with his girlfriend and seems so lonely, desu… But somehow, Sengoku-senpai always seems to show up just as I’m getting somewhere...”
“Well,” Echizen carefully interrupted. He never enjoyed hearing about Akutsu that way, the man still made him shiver. “I think they thought it would be good for us. It would be the ultimate gift, the ultimate test of love to see if we could really give each other up for a little while. But…”
“Yeah, desu?”
“I don’t understand why we needed to in the first place. I have all the sex I want. In fact, too much sometimes. Besides, love is more important.”
“Oh yeah…?” Dan’s voice sounded a little too eager. “Like, how do you mean, too much sex, desu?”
Echizen snorted. “ Some days we don’t even get out of bed,” he said. And then he sighed again in sheer longing.
“Aw,” Dan looked touched, then, his eyes going limpid.
The kid really did look like Karupin sometimes, Echizen thought to himself. All round cheeks and fluffy hair. Echizen stifled the urge to fluff his hair, just to see if the boy would purr.
“I bet you miss those days,” Dan said, and then inched a little closer. “That makes me really, really want to hug you. You looked so sad for a moment…”
Ah, what the heck, Echizen thought, staring into Dan’s sweetly troubled face. Karupin was always good at making him feel better too.
“Taiichi,” Echizen ordered, “Open wide.” Echizen brought a spoonful of ice cream up to Dan’s mouth. Dan obediently sucked at the spoon, and then, when Echizen removed the spoon, stared at him with his mouth hanging open and his little pink tongue peeking out. Echizen leaned forward and slowly touched Dan’s tongue with his own. The cold velvet of the ice cream contrasted sharply with the heat of their mouths, and Dan made a soft, light whimper when Echizen tasted him.
Echizen gave in to his desire to feel Dan's hair. He was right: it was soft, as soft as Karupin's belly. Echizen abandoned Dan's mouth to bury his nose in it, breathing deeply the strangely innocent scent of Head & Shoulders. No aftershave -- Echizen chuckled. At least he wasn't alone there.
But Dan's hands, once encouraged, weren't innocent at all. In fact, they were roaming around Echizen's arms, lingering over muscles, prodding into crevices.
"I've always wanted to feel your arms, desu," Dan said, blushing scarlet.
Echizen grinned. "Keep feeling, if you want to. I don't mind. Nobody else is doing it, after all..."
Dan groaned and pulled Echizen until Echizen was over him, pinning him into the couch. Then he placed a hungry, sloppy kiss on Echizen's neck, humming to himself happily all the while.
Echizen found that Dan's skin was soft, too, and lifted up Dan's shirt to see what was underneath. There was a cutely soft tummy lurking beneath the shirt, a layer of unexpected plumpness that seemed to entice Echizen to explore it with his teeth. Echizen moved his way down, accidentally knocking the PlayStation controls off the couch, and rubbed his nose into Dan's belly.
"Ack -- yadda!"
"What?" Echizen popped his head back up.
"I'm not all that fit," Dan said anxiously, poking his head up to look down at Echizen.
"Oh -- yeah. You aren't. It's really, really cute," Echizen said, and bit the soft flesh that folded around Dan's belly button.
Dan made that whimpering noise again, and curled his legs tightly around Echizen's torso. "You really -- think I'm cute, desu?"
"Really, dane," Echizen said, licking a long line down Dan's soft tummy toward waistband. "Now shut up for a moment, I'm busy."
And then, just as Dan relaxed back into the couch, and just as Echizen was getting into the groove of licking a strange and sweet new belly, a violent noise came from the front door.
“Dan! Dan - she left me -- ” said a low, gravelly voice, drunkenly, “Dan…open the goddamned door...”
Dan broke away from Echizen. “Ah, shit,” He said, guilt washing over his face. He winced as the door thumped, nearly giving way under Akutsu’s skilled kick.
~
Atobe licked Sanada's hand thoroughly, leaving trails of moisture behind. Sanada carefully coated his erection, and then took Atobe by the hips. He hoisted Atobe against the wall, and with a careful rock of his hips, pushed his way into Atobe's tight center.
Atobe drew breath sharply, but then let out a groan when Sanada put his hand back on Atobe's cock, rocking them into a torturously slow rhythm.
"Genichirou!" Atobe gasped, when Sanada was buried far enough into him to hit his spot.
Tezuka's hand curled hard around himself, fighting the desire to help, to insert himself firmly into the middle of their play. This felt different -- it felt like a moment between the two men, something necessary and healing. But God -- Tezuka wanted more than anything to be behind Atobe, lips toying with Atobe's ear, sliding his erection along Atobe's taut ass as Sanada's cock slipped into him.
Tezuka found himself simultaneously overwhelmed with love for his two partners locked in their pleasure, and achingly lonely at the same time. Even in the midst of their warm and loving fivesome there were sometimes couples, and when Tezuka saw the fierceness of love in Sanada’s eyes, Tezuka was left wondering whether anyone really felt as deeply for him as Sanada felt for Atobe (and Atobe, evidently, for Sanada). And after seeing the pure and burning love of the Golden Pair, Tezuka felt strangely uncertain about his place in the fivesome. Where was his one true love, if even his four boyfriends had their favorites?
But even as Sanada plunged deep into Atobe, and Tezuka felt his heart yearn just a little for that single-minded obsession, Tezuka felt an arm wind around his stomach and pull him close. A voice whisper silkily into his ear.
“Ne, Kunimitsu. If you aren’t using that for anything, I have some ideas.”
"Syuusuke," Tezuka whispered, his heart suddenly full. Fuji's hand curled over his own for a moment, and then slid under it, playing lightly over the skin of Tezuka's erection.
"Hot, aren't they?" Fuji whispered. "And me with this erection that doesn't seem to want to go away..."
Fuji pressed himself hard and insistently against Tezuka's ass. Fuji wasn't a small man, and Tezuka suddenly felt flushed with lust as memory after memory of exactly how Fuji could use his natural talents sprang into his mind.
Tezuka turned so that they could face each other yet keep their boyfriends in view, and reached down to fill his hands with Fuji (who had already, kindly, undone his pants). Fuji quietly returned the favor, smiling wickedly, and without even kissing Tezuka, began to match Sanada and Atobe's pace.
Atobe was sweating, by then, neck arched and hips braced. Sanada gritted his teeth, fingers pressing red marks into Atobe's bared skin. "You --" Sanada gasped, increasing their pace by excrutiating increments. "I--"
"What -- what?" Atobe panted, bringing his hips down impatiently, bucking up into Sanada's fingers.
"I am yours," Sanada moaned, and then plunged his full length entirely into Atobe's body, hard, again and again.
"I'm going to --"
Tezuka and Fuji, transfixed, picked up the speed, and in a moment that felt like they were all one body, they hit a liquid plateau of feeling where white light seemed to hammer through their souls. Sanada came in waves inside of Atobe, gasping "Keigo!" -- and then Atobe, shooting in a flood onto their stomachs. And then, tongues locked to muffle their noise, Tezuka and Fuji came onto each other's grasping fingers, and sticky liquid covered everything.
Then, there was a long moment punctuated by panting as the four men slumped into each other's embrace.
...A moment of peace that was broken in a sudden awful instance by a claxon bell, coming from Tezuka's pocket.
~
Echizen wondered to himself desperately why he always seemed to find himself hiding in a closet text-messaging Tezuka. There wasn't time for much explanation, this time, with Akutsu rampaging through the house in a drunken rage looking for him.
Dan was trying his best to stymie the man and talk him down, but there wasn't much he could do after Akutsu saw Echizen's hat and Dan's flushed and kiss-swollen face.
Echizen pushed the message through at the very moment he heard footsteps pounding into Dan's room.
"The closet?" Akutsu said in disgust. "That's so clichéd..." And then, slamming the door open, the taller man glared drunkenly down at Echizen.
Echizen gulped and braced himself. Damnit, why couldn't it have been Sengoku? There would've been much less violence, even if more guilt. Unlucky...
And with a yank, Echizen found himself dangling far from the ground. Below him, Dan was yammering something and pulling hard on Akutsu's sleeve.
~
The cellphone rang like a claxon and the four men froze.
It was the special cellphone ring, the “bat signal,” as Sanada (the geeky comic collector of the bunch) called it, the number that they all dialed when there was serious trouble. Tezuka kept the cellphone, partly because he’d been voted the most likely to scare away any trouble with his Buchou expression alone.
“Ryoma,” Fuji breathed, and Sanada detached himself from Atobe and turned around.
“What - Syuusuke - Kunimitsu - were you two watching us from the shadows over there?” Atobe’s voice was amused, although Sanada blushed a deep shade of pink.
“Now is not the time,” Tezuka said, clearing his throat uncomfortably, wiping his hands on his shirt, and looking down at the phone. “It’s Ryoma. He just sent us: AT DAN’S. HELP.”
“Dan?” Atobe asked as he swiftly pulled his pants back on, wincing a little. Sanada picked up Atobe’s ripped shirt with a sheepish expression. Atobe put his shirt on and tucked it in, letting the front hang open to reveal his chest.
“Show off,” Fuji muttered, cleaning them up as best he could and zipping Tezuka back into his pants.
“He's in Dan Taichi’s dorm room, apparently…”
The four men stared at each other for a moment in wild surmise, and then Fuji winced. “Damn. I think I know what happened…Akutsu broke up with his girlfriend, I heard. He probably went to find Dan for some solace.”
Atobe nodded.
~
Lucky for Echizen the man was drunk, and lucky also that Echizen was in prime physical condition for tournaments.
He managed to squirm free, and led Akutsu on a merry chase around Dan's apartment. Dan stood in the middle of the room wringing his hands, shouting occasionally for Akutsu to stop because Dan would offer his body willingly if he wanted it, and occasionally for Echizen to stop running because Dan was getting dizzy.
"Yadda!" Echizen yelled, "Akutsu -- we only kissed!"
"You were kissing my sweet Taiichi?!" Akutsu yelled, enraged, lunging for him.
"Well -- you weren't, were you?" Echizen yelled back, cleverly leaping up onto the back of the couch to scamper away.
"But I want to be!" Akutsu hollered, and then in a sudden sweep of his long grasp snagged Echizen. He raised his fist in the air, eyes glinting a sudden, scary red.
"Damn," Echizen muttered, hoping against hope that his boyfriends wouldn't let him down -- despite the last few days of supreme preoccupation. He braced himself for Akutsu's blow.
~
They took the fastest car in Atobe’s fleet.
When the four men reached the door, they heard the sound of slamming, followed by the crack of a body hitting the wall.
Sanada wasted no time in kicking open the door. He strode in quickly. The other three men followed him.
Akutsu had a bruised and bleeding Echizen by the collar while Dan was trying his best to drag on the other hand. “Akutsu-senpai!” Dan was wailing, “Akutsu, stop it. You aren’t even my boyfriend…”
“I was about to be!” Akutsu said hotly, “until this guy showed up and seduced you…” Akutsu shook Echizen, causing the smaller man to groan. Akutsu was too absorbed to notice the presence of Sanada, who had slipped quickly behind him.
Sanada brought his hands down in a complex movement, swiftly and effectively making Akutsu drop his hold. Then Sanada clamped his arms firmly around the struggling man, holding him in place. The shock jolted Akutsu out of his rage for long enough to notice three stern-faced men staring at him, all in a row, arms crossed.
Then Fuji walked up to him and opened his eyes wide, giving him a deep, long, probing stare.
“Akutsu-Jin, ne?” Fuji said, smiling a little. It wasn’t a nice smile. It reminded Sanada of a certain tennis match with Kirihara-- he had never been the same since. “I’ll remember that name,” Fuji said, delivering the promise and threat in a light, sweet voice.
Akutsu wasn’t entirely sure why, but his entire body reacted as though he’d been struck by a bolt of lightening. His limbs gave way, and he dropped out of Sanada’s arms onto the floor.
“F-Fuji-“ Akutsu choked, but the man had already rushed to Echizen’s side.
“Ryo-chan!” Fuji’s voice was anxious. “Ryo-chan, we’re here. Are you badly hurt?”
But Echizen grinned out of one side of his bruised lip. “Not as badly as Akutsu will be when you’re done with him,” Echizen said.
But Fuji hardly spared Akutsu a glance. “We’re done with him - for now,” Fuji said lightly. “I've missed you."
"We've missed you," Tezuka interrupted quietly.
"Well, if we can leave this mess to you, Dan?"
Dan nodded, eyes on the fallen, terror-struck Akutsu. There might have been a slightly predatory light in Dan's eyes, but it was hard to tell behind all the cuteness.
"Well," said Atobe, encircling Echizen gently with his arm and kissing his brow, "Let’s go home.”
~
And then they were finally home, all of them at the same time. It felt to Echizen like it had been weeks since it had happened, even though it was a matter of days.
They were all on Atobe’s big bed, so naked that naming the body parts would have given any writer of fanfiction a long and complicated task.
And they were huddled around Echizen, who was smiling to rival Karupin after an extended roll in catnip.
Fuji lightly kissed the bruises on Echizen’s face.
Sanada massaged his feet.
Atobe toyed with one of Echizen’s hands, bringing each finger softly up to his lips.
And Tezuka slowly, gently, stroked his hand down Echizen’s stomach.
“Who said you were allowed to play with Dan anyway?” Sanada said, tugging on a toe.
“Who said you two were the only ones who got to decide on our outside partners?” Echizen countered immediately, squirming a little. “Hey, that tickles.”
“Lie still,” Sanada ordered.
Echizen went limp and sighed in satisfaction, but he wasn’t done with his boyfriends yet. “I could have finally been seme," he pouted.
Atobe laughed. “Is that all you wanted? You could have asked any time.” Atobe sucked one of Echizen’s fingers slowly into his mouth.
Echizen shivered a little, and Tezuka moved his hand lower on Echizen’s stomach to lightly touch the tip of Echizen’s erection.
“Even with you, Buchou?”
Tezuka flushed and nodded brusquely. “What did you think? That I couldn’t take it?”
“Then that’s what I want,” Echizen said, and grinned. “All of you. Tonight. One after the other.”
Fuji breathed lightly into Echizen’s ear. “Even me? Will you allow me to touch you again?”
Echizen pulled Fuji’s mouth down over his and kissed him, slow and deep. “I hope I’ll never stop touching you, Fuji-senpai,” he said, his voice husky.
Fuji smiled into the kiss, and with one small and fluid movement, it all began.
And in the middle of the happy, messy pile of mouths, tongues, hands, fingers, cocks, abs, arms, legs and eyes, Tezuka realized something:
Why settle for one true love when you can have four?
~
Fin
~
Omake:
The next day Dan called Echizen.
"Are you okay?" Dan asked, anxiously.
"Are YOU okay?
"Fine," Dan's voice seemed a little smug.
"I don't want to know," Echizen said.
"He just needed a little soothing," Dan said, voice reeking of smugness.
"Just--stop."
"A little loving..."
"I'm not listeniiiiing..."
"A little Taiichi-cuddling..."
"Lalalalala"
"And a good hard pounding into the bed."
"EH?! How'd you get him to be uke so quickly? It took me years to wear them down!"
"Ja -- seems he's out of the bathroom now. Later!"
*click*
"Damn," Echizen muttered to himself. "Next time it'll be much harder to plot the setup, since I can't use Akutsu again..."
Title: The Presents
Part: 6/6
Characters: OT5-verse -- Tango Pair; TezuFuji; Echizen/Karupin/Dan...
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is my fandom, but not my creation.
Author’s Note: Here is the last chapter of The Presents, and it is (as promised) an unmitigated shmoop-fest. This ending is fluff to end all fluff, including (as requested) both Karupin and Dan.
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Revised with 300% more smut! Silly Atama, smut is what OT5 is all about!
Tezuka walked through the quiet halls of Atobe’s manor feeling slightly out of spirits. After all of the activity of the past few days, it was strange to hear the quiet echoing of the rooms. The servants were taking a much-needed break after the huge task of cleaning Fuji’s mess; the tensai himself was recuperating (read: sulking) in his room after his intensely frustrating morning with Yuuta.
Atobe was still out, and after lingering around the front hallway for several hours waiting for Atobe to return, Sanada had finally retreated to his room to prepare for next week's work (read: sulk). And Tezuka wasn’t entirely sure where Echizen was.
But then, as Tezuka passed by the butler’s pantry (the one he was rapidly coming to think of as his own private place with Sanada), he heard softly muttered voices, voices that sounded like they didn’t really want to be overheard.
He paused in the shadows and peered in, curious despite himself.
“But why there?” The soft voice was Sanada’s, fierce, upset. Sanada was in front of Atobe - Atobe’s throat was barred, and Sanada’s fist pulled his shirt aside. “Why’d you let him kiss you there? That spot is mine!”
Several expressions flitted across Atobe’s face. “Weren’t you the one that set this up in the first place? Baka...”
Sanada didn’t let that vein of conversation continue far. With a growl that sounded almost desperate, Sanada dropped his head to Atobe’s neck to mark hot and lingering kisses into his flesh.
“Gen - I -- stop, I’m tired out,” Atobe protested, squirming a little under him. “I’ve just spent the last three hours with Yuushi and Aku-chan, and I’m seriously done with sex for the -“
“Not even if I do this?” Sanada did something that Tezuka couldn’t quite see, and Tezuka saw Atoe’s face melt.
“Not fair,” Atobe protested, and then opened his mouth in a small pant.
“No,” Sanada agreed, and leaned forward to very slowly and carefully cover Atobe’s lips with his.
“No…” Atobe said, putting his fingers up to stop Sanada’s lips. But Sanada took the tip of Atobe’s fingers softly in his lips and licked.
And then a small smile touched Atobe’s mouth. “Could it be that you’re jealous, Genichirou--ow!”
Sanada grinned, a dangerous baring of fangs. “Madly. Completely. Remember how you reacted after my day with Seiichi? That was weak compared to what you’re about to experience…”
Atobe’s eyes went wide, and he slowly nodded. “I see,” he said, “so if I tell you that Yuushi has an amazing way of swirling his tongue around my balls, and that Akutagawa is most appealing when he’s on his knees begging for my cock…”
Sanada slammed Atobe against the sideboard, elbows against the wall and eyes inches away from Atobe’s. “I’m going to erase every memory you have of them,” Sanada growled, and took Atobe’s lips in his in a deep kiss, lips hard, tongue far into the heat of Atobe's mouth. This time, Atobe didn’t hold back.
Tezuka noticed that their fierceness was doubled, tripled. The two were locked around each other body-to-body in sexy fluid movements worthy of long-time dance partners. Atobe’s hands fisted into the back of Sanada’s shirt and smoothed down the chiseled curve of Sanada’s back to rest upon the muscles of his ass, pushing Sanada hard against him.
Sanada’s hands were not so polite, and with a rending motion, Atobe’s shirt was on the floor, buttons clattering upon the wooden floorboards. Atobe gasped and laughed. "That'll cost you... That was an Issey Miyake, you know."
His bared chest showed several signs of lovemaking, fierce bites and suck marks tracing his taut muscles from belly to breastbone. Atobe flushed a little when Sanada’s fingers trailed down his chest, lingering upon the marks.
"Which was from Jiroh? Which was from Oshitari?" Sanada demanded, face set.
“So, what do I get for each bite?” Atobe asked, breathlessly, but in a sudden movement Sanada dropped to his knees and yanked down Atobe’s pants.
"I'll make you come for every mark on your skin," Sanada vowed, and with blind need took Atobe's cock deep into his mouth.
Atobe gasped a little, and gathered Sanada's hair into his hand. "Akutagawa might seem sleepy," Atobe said, "but he loves being taken from behind. He likes it on his knees, Genichirou... I had my cock deep in him and I rode him hard."
Tezuka drew breath then, seeing in a flash a vision from earlier -- Atobe, gloriously wet against the backdrop of the Hyoutei locker room showers, cock buried to the hilt in a bucking and gasping Jiroh. Almost unconsciously, Tezuka's hand went down to linger upon his erection, his eyes fixated upon Atobe's barred chest.
Sanada made noises around Atobe's erection, moaning. Sanada's hand slowly undid his own pants and curled his palm around himself, moving to his rhythm on Atobe, drawing Atobe deeply into the heat of his mouth.
Tezuka bit his lip to stiffle his gasp as he saw Atobe's face change, melting into pleasure. Tezuka's hand fisted more tightly around his cock.
Atobe watched him, his eyes ablaze and his mouth open in a pant. "Genichirou... I love watching you like this when you want me so badly."
"I ached, today," the emotion in Sanada's voice caught Tezuka entirely off guard. "I ached for you, Keigo."
Sanada moved his mouth to Atobe's balls, lightly tracing his tongue around them, and in a sudden movement took Atobe's legs out of his pants and raised one leg over his shoulder. He softly, torturously, drew Atobe's balls into his mouth. Then he moved his mouth lower, tongue flicking the tender ridge. And then he slipped his tongue even further back to delve softly into the cleft of tender flesh.
Tezuka began to stroke himself in time with Atobe's heavy breaths, Sanada's tongue. It was beyond hot to see his partners like this, caught in a purely private moment.
Atobe let out another noise, mingled pleasure with a slight bit of pain. "It's a little sore, Genichirou..."
But Sanada kept licking, kept softly exploring the tender flesh. He licked his hand, moistening it thoroughly, and rubbed the palm over the tip of Atobe's cock, gripping him in a practiced motion -- Tezuka saw that it was exactly the way Atobe touched himself, something only one of his boyfriends would know.
Atobe's hips rocked forward and his head fell back. He hissed breath out through his mouth, his face mingled pleasure and pain, pleasure soon winning out. Sanada's other hand maintained it's own pressure on himself, matching Atobe's noises. Atobe's eyes were fastened on Sanada, on face pressed deep inside of him, on his hand. HIs noises got deeper, louder, and then he gritted his teeth.
"Genichirou -- " he hissed.
Sanada took a spit-wet finger and carefully pushed it into Atobe, moving his mouth to fasten around Atobe's wet cock.
Tezuka moved his hand into his pants, then, watching the motion of Sanada's fingers. He was helpless now, caught in the heat between the two men.
"Genichirou -- " Atobe groaned, obviously holding hard onto control. "If you're going to fuck me, do it now!"
And then Sanada stood. Sanada held out his hand.
"Spit," he ordered.
~
Meanwhile...
“Faster,” Dan panted, fingers working hard, “you have to move your hand faster!”
“Ne, I can’t,” Echizen groaned tightening his fist, “I’m tired out!”
“I thought you had more stamina than that-desu!”
“I’m out of practice, nobody’s been around for me to play with lately!” Echizen groaned, and manfully attempted to work his hand harder.
But -- “No - I’m almost -“
“AAAAAAH!”
And with that, the aliens overtook their small vessel, and they were blasted to the ground.
Dan Taichi and Echizen were sitting close together upon Dan’s couch, PlayStation controls in hands. Dan was a college student, and in an on-again, off-again relationship with Sengoku - Echizen could never figure out the exact status of their relationship, but suspected it fluctuated with the availability of Akutsu. Echizen hung out in Dan’s exuberantly messy dorm room whenever he needed unconditional adoration and a nice safe place to decompress - somewhere his boyfriends would never think to look for him.
“Damn,” said Dan glumly, stretching his arm slyly along the couch behind Echizen, “we’d finally gotten to the good level.”
“Ah well, I was getting a cramp in my right thumb.”
“Well - we could stop and, y’know…um…kiss or something-desu?” The cute young man looked over at Echizen hopefully, eyes as round and appealing as Karupin’s. His arm descended slowly to Echizen’s shoulder. “I mean, aren’t you guys giving presents to each other or something?”
Echizen let out a very mamushi-esque hiss and un-draped himself gingerly from Dan’s arm. “You’re talking about that hair-brained scheme that Tezuka-buchou and Sanada dreamed up, right? The one where we’re supposed to fulfill our long-lost Junior High desires? Fssssssh. No way in hell am I going to piss off Fuji-senpai - and I’m not sure why Buchou and Sanada ever thought it was a good idea. While they might be logical, they’re not always the sharpest crayons in the box.”
“Eek, I wouldn’t want to anger Fuji-senpai either-desu.” Dan looked sad for a moment, but then immediately brightened. “How about some ice cream, then? And maybe some tennis?” His eyes were once again gleaming with the true and profound hero worship that always made Echizen feel slightly silly even as it stoked his ego.
Echizen sighed and shrugged. “Whatever,” he said, “Ne -- can I play you blindfolded? That might be a good enough handicap…”
“Anything you want!” Dan said enthusiastically, and bounded off to fetch the ice cream.
Left to himself for a moment, Echizen slumped back onto the couch. He really, really missed his boyfriends. They would never have let him get away with that blindfold remark.
“So, why is it that Tezuka-san and Sanada-san wanted you guys to sleep with other people anyway?” Dan said, pint of ice cream in his hand and one spoon. He sat back down by Echizen and scooped out a bite. “Say ‘aaaah’…”
“Yadda,” Echizen said, almost out of reflex, but then sighed and opened his mouth. He was feeling vulnerable, and Dan was at least making an effort to cheer him up. “Aaaah…”
“I mean, sometimes I really, really get tempted by other guys, desu. Especially when Akutsu-senpai is fighting with his girlfriend and seems so lonely, desu… But somehow, Sengoku-senpai always seems to show up just as I’m getting somewhere...”
“Well,” Echizen carefully interrupted. He never enjoyed hearing about Akutsu that way, the man still made him shiver. “I think they thought it would be good for us. It would be the ultimate gift, the ultimate test of love to see if we could really give each other up for a little while. But…”
“Yeah, desu?”
“I don’t understand why we needed to in the first place. I have all the sex I want. In fact, too much sometimes. Besides, love is more important.”
“Oh yeah…?” Dan’s voice sounded a little too eager. “Like, how do you mean, too much sex, desu?”
Echizen snorted. “ Some days we don’t even get out of bed,” he said. And then he sighed again in sheer longing.
“Aw,” Dan looked touched, then, his eyes going limpid.
The kid really did look like Karupin sometimes, Echizen thought to himself. All round cheeks and fluffy hair. Echizen stifled the urge to fluff his hair, just to see if the boy would purr.
“I bet you miss those days,” Dan said, and then inched a little closer. “That makes me really, really want to hug you. You looked so sad for a moment…”
Ah, what the heck, Echizen thought, staring into Dan’s sweetly troubled face. Karupin was always good at making him feel better too.
“Taiichi,” Echizen ordered, “Open wide.” Echizen brought a spoonful of ice cream up to Dan’s mouth. Dan obediently sucked at the spoon, and then, when Echizen removed the spoon, stared at him with his mouth hanging open and his little pink tongue peeking out. Echizen leaned forward and slowly touched Dan’s tongue with his own. The cold velvet of the ice cream contrasted sharply with the heat of their mouths, and Dan made a soft, light whimper when Echizen tasted him.
Echizen gave in to his desire to feel Dan's hair. He was right: it was soft, as soft as Karupin's belly. Echizen abandoned Dan's mouth to bury his nose in it, breathing deeply the strangely innocent scent of Head & Shoulders. No aftershave -- Echizen chuckled. At least he wasn't alone there.
But Dan's hands, once encouraged, weren't innocent at all. In fact, they were roaming around Echizen's arms, lingering over muscles, prodding into crevices.
"I've always wanted to feel your arms, desu," Dan said, blushing scarlet.
Echizen grinned. "Keep feeling, if you want to. I don't mind. Nobody else is doing it, after all..."
Dan groaned and pulled Echizen until Echizen was over him, pinning him into the couch. Then he placed a hungry, sloppy kiss on Echizen's neck, humming to himself happily all the while.
Echizen found that Dan's skin was soft, too, and lifted up Dan's shirt to see what was underneath. There was a cutely soft tummy lurking beneath the shirt, a layer of unexpected plumpness that seemed to entice Echizen to explore it with his teeth. Echizen moved his way down, accidentally knocking the PlayStation controls off the couch, and rubbed his nose into Dan's belly.
"Ack -- yadda!"
"What?" Echizen popped his head back up.
"I'm not all that fit," Dan said anxiously, poking his head up to look down at Echizen.
"Oh -- yeah. You aren't. It's really, really cute," Echizen said, and bit the soft flesh that folded around Dan's belly button.
Dan made that whimpering noise again, and curled his legs tightly around Echizen's torso. "You really -- think I'm cute, desu?"
"Really, dane," Echizen said, licking a long line down Dan's soft tummy toward waistband. "Now shut up for a moment, I'm busy."
And then, just as Dan relaxed back into the couch, and just as Echizen was getting into the groove of licking a strange and sweet new belly, a violent noise came from the front door.
“Dan! Dan - she left me -- ” said a low, gravelly voice, drunkenly, “Dan…open the goddamned door...”
Dan broke away from Echizen. “Ah, shit,” He said, guilt washing over his face. He winced as the door thumped, nearly giving way under Akutsu’s skilled kick.
~
Atobe licked Sanada's hand thoroughly, leaving trails of moisture behind. Sanada carefully coated his erection, and then took Atobe by the hips. He hoisted Atobe against the wall, and with a careful rock of his hips, pushed his way into Atobe's tight center.
Atobe drew breath sharply, but then let out a groan when Sanada put his hand back on Atobe's cock, rocking them into a torturously slow rhythm.
"Genichirou!" Atobe gasped, when Sanada was buried far enough into him to hit his spot.
Tezuka's hand curled hard around himself, fighting the desire to help, to insert himself firmly into the middle of their play. This felt different -- it felt like a moment between the two men, something necessary and healing. But God -- Tezuka wanted more than anything to be behind Atobe, lips toying with Atobe's ear, sliding his erection along Atobe's taut ass as Sanada's cock slipped into him.
Tezuka found himself simultaneously overwhelmed with love for his two partners locked in their pleasure, and achingly lonely at the same time. Even in the midst of their warm and loving fivesome there were sometimes couples, and when Tezuka saw the fierceness of love in Sanada’s eyes, Tezuka was left wondering whether anyone really felt as deeply for him as Sanada felt for Atobe (and Atobe, evidently, for Sanada). And after seeing the pure and burning love of the Golden Pair, Tezuka felt strangely uncertain about his place in the fivesome. Where was his one true love, if even his four boyfriends had their favorites?
But even as Sanada plunged deep into Atobe, and Tezuka felt his heart yearn just a little for that single-minded obsession, Tezuka felt an arm wind around his stomach and pull him close. A voice whisper silkily into his ear.
“Ne, Kunimitsu. If you aren’t using that for anything, I have some ideas.”
"Syuusuke," Tezuka whispered, his heart suddenly full. Fuji's hand curled over his own for a moment, and then slid under it, playing lightly over the skin of Tezuka's erection.
"Hot, aren't they?" Fuji whispered. "And me with this erection that doesn't seem to want to go away..."
Fuji pressed himself hard and insistently against Tezuka's ass. Fuji wasn't a small man, and Tezuka suddenly felt flushed with lust as memory after memory of exactly how Fuji could use his natural talents sprang into his mind.
Tezuka turned so that they could face each other yet keep their boyfriends in view, and reached down to fill his hands with Fuji (who had already, kindly, undone his pants). Fuji quietly returned the favor, smiling wickedly, and without even kissing Tezuka, began to match Sanada and Atobe's pace.
Atobe was sweating, by then, neck arched and hips braced. Sanada gritted his teeth, fingers pressing red marks into Atobe's bared skin. "You --" Sanada gasped, increasing their pace by excrutiating increments. "I--"
"What -- what?" Atobe panted, bringing his hips down impatiently, bucking up into Sanada's fingers.
"I am yours," Sanada moaned, and then plunged his full length entirely into Atobe's body, hard, again and again.
"I'm going to --"
Tezuka and Fuji, transfixed, picked up the speed, and in a moment that felt like they were all one body, they hit a liquid plateau of feeling where white light seemed to hammer through their souls. Sanada came in waves inside of Atobe, gasping "Keigo!" -- and then Atobe, shooting in a flood onto their stomachs. And then, tongues locked to muffle their noise, Tezuka and Fuji came onto each other's grasping fingers, and sticky liquid covered everything.
Then, there was a long moment punctuated by panting as the four men slumped into each other's embrace.
...A moment of peace that was broken in a sudden awful instance by a claxon bell, coming from Tezuka's pocket.
~
Echizen wondered to himself desperately why he always seemed to find himself hiding in a closet text-messaging Tezuka. There wasn't time for much explanation, this time, with Akutsu rampaging through the house in a drunken rage looking for him.
Dan was trying his best to stymie the man and talk him down, but there wasn't much he could do after Akutsu saw Echizen's hat and Dan's flushed and kiss-swollen face.
Echizen pushed the message through at the very moment he heard footsteps pounding into Dan's room.
"The closet?" Akutsu said in disgust. "That's so clichéd..." And then, slamming the door open, the taller man glared drunkenly down at Echizen.
Echizen gulped and braced himself. Damnit, why couldn't it have been Sengoku? There would've been much less violence, even if more guilt. Unlucky...
And with a yank, Echizen found himself dangling far from the ground. Below him, Dan was yammering something and pulling hard on Akutsu's sleeve.
~
The cellphone rang like a claxon and the four men froze.
It was the special cellphone ring, the “bat signal,” as Sanada (the geeky comic collector of the bunch) called it, the number that they all dialed when there was serious trouble. Tezuka kept the cellphone, partly because he’d been voted the most likely to scare away any trouble with his Buchou expression alone.
“Ryoma,” Fuji breathed, and Sanada detached himself from Atobe and turned around.
“What - Syuusuke - Kunimitsu - were you two watching us from the shadows over there?” Atobe’s voice was amused, although Sanada blushed a deep shade of pink.
“Now is not the time,” Tezuka said, clearing his throat uncomfortably, wiping his hands on his shirt, and looking down at the phone. “It’s Ryoma. He just sent us: AT DAN’S. HELP.”
“Dan?” Atobe asked as he swiftly pulled his pants back on, wincing a little. Sanada picked up Atobe’s ripped shirt with a sheepish expression. Atobe put his shirt on and tucked it in, letting the front hang open to reveal his chest.
“Show off,” Fuji muttered, cleaning them up as best he could and zipping Tezuka back into his pants.
“He's in Dan Taichi’s dorm room, apparently…”
The four men stared at each other for a moment in wild surmise, and then Fuji winced. “Damn. I think I know what happened…Akutsu broke up with his girlfriend, I heard. He probably went to find Dan for some solace.”
Atobe nodded.
~
Lucky for Echizen the man was drunk, and lucky also that Echizen was in prime physical condition for tournaments.
He managed to squirm free, and led Akutsu on a merry chase around Dan's apartment. Dan stood in the middle of the room wringing his hands, shouting occasionally for Akutsu to stop because Dan would offer his body willingly if he wanted it, and occasionally for Echizen to stop running because Dan was getting dizzy.
"Yadda!" Echizen yelled, "Akutsu -- we only kissed!"
"You were kissing my sweet Taiichi?!" Akutsu yelled, enraged, lunging for him.
"Well -- you weren't, were you?" Echizen yelled back, cleverly leaping up onto the back of the couch to scamper away.
"But I want to be!" Akutsu hollered, and then in a sudden sweep of his long grasp snagged Echizen. He raised his fist in the air, eyes glinting a sudden, scary red.
"Damn," Echizen muttered, hoping against hope that his boyfriends wouldn't let him down -- despite the last few days of supreme preoccupation. He braced himself for Akutsu's blow.
~
They took the fastest car in Atobe’s fleet.
When the four men reached the door, they heard the sound of slamming, followed by the crack of a body hitting the wall.
Sanada wasted no time in kicking open the door. He strode in quickly. The other three men followed him.
Akutsu had a bruised and bleeding Echizen by the collar while Dan was trying his best to drag on the other hand. “Akutsu-senpai!” Dan was wailing, “Akutsu, stop it. You aren’t even my boyfriend…”
“I was about to be!” Akutsu said hotly, “until this guy showed up and seduced you…” Akutsu shook Echizen, causing the smaller man to groan. Akutsu was too absorbed to notice the presence of Sanada, who had slipped quickly behind him.
Sanada brought his hands down in a complex movement, swiftly and effectively making Akutsu drop his hold. Then Sanada clamped his arms firmly around the struggling man, holding him in place. The shock jolted Akutsu out of his rage for long enough to notice three stern-faced men staring at him, all in a row, arms crossed.
Then Fuji walked up to him and opened his eyes wide, giving him a deep, long, probing stare.
“Akutsu-Jin, ne?” Fuji said, smiling a little. It wasn’t a nice smile. It reminded Sanada of a certain tennis match with Kirihara-- he had never been the same since. “I’ll remember that name,” Fuji said, delivering the promise and threat in a light, sweet voice.
Akutsu wasn’t entirely sure why, but his entire body reacted as though he’d been struck by a bolt of lightening. His limbs gave way, and he dropped out of Sanada’s arms onto the floor.
“F-Fuji-“ Akutsu choked, but the man had already rushed to Echizen’s side.
“Ryo-chan!” Fuji’s voice was anxious. “Ryo-chan, we’re here. Are you badly hurt?”
But Echizen grinned out of one side of his bruised lip. “Not as badly as Akutsu will be when you’re done with him,” Echizen said.
But Fuji hardly spared Akutsu a glance. “We’re done with him - for now,” Fuji said lightly. “I've missed you."
"We've missed you," Tezuka interrupted quietly.
"Well, if we can leave this mess to you, Dan?"
Dan nodded, eyes on the fallen, terror-struck Akutsu. There might have been a slightly predatory light in Dan's eyes, but it was hard to tell behind all the cuteness.
"Well," said Atobe, encircling Echizen gently with his arm and kissing his brow, "Let’s go home.”
~
And then they were finally home, all of them at the same time. It felt to Echizen like it had been weeks since it had happened, even though it was a matter of days.
They were all on Atobe’s big bed, so naked that naming the body parts would have given any writer of fanfiction a long and complicated task.
And they were huddled around Echizen, who was smiling to rival Karupin after an extended roll in catnip.
Fuji lightly kissed the bruises on Echizen’s face.
Sanada massaged his feet.
Atobe toyed with one of Echizen’s hands, bringing each finger softly up to his lips.
And Tezuka slowly, gently, stroked his hand down Echizen’s stomach.
“Who said you were allowed to play with Dan anyway?” Sanada said, tugging on a toe.
“Who said you two were the only ones who got to decide on our outside partners?” Echizen countered immediately, squirming a little. “Hey, that tickles.”
“Lie still,” Sanada ordered.
Echizen went limp and sighed in satisfaction, but he wasn’t done with his boyfriends yet. “I could have finally been seme," he pouted.
Atobe laughed. “Is that all you wanted? You could have asked any time.” Atobe sucked one of Echizen’s fingers slowly into his mouth.
Echizen shivered a little, and Tezuka moved his hand lower on Echizen’s stomach to lightly touch the tip of Echizen’s erection.
“Even with you, Buchou?”
Tezuka flushed and nodded brusquely. “What did you think? That I couldn’t take it?”
“Then that’s what I want,” Echizen said, and grinned. “All of you. Tonight. One after the other.”
Fuji breathed lightly into Echizen’s ear. “Even me? Will you allow me to touch you again?”
Echizen pulled Fuji’s mouth down over his and kissed him, slow and deep. “I hope I’ll never stop touching you, Fuji-senpai,” he said, his voice husky.
Fuji smiled into the kiss, and with one small and fluid movement, it all began.
And in the middle of the happy, messy pile of mouths, tongues, hands, fingers, cocks, abs, arms, legs and eyes, Tezuka realized something:
Why settle for one true love when you can have four?
~
Fin
~
Omake:
The next day Dan called Echizen.
"Are you okay?" Dan asked, anxiously.
"Are YOU okay?
"Fine," Dan's voice seemed a little smug.
"I don't want to know," Echizen said.
"He just needed a little soothing," Dan said, voice reeking of smugness.
"Just--stop."
"A little loving..."
"I'm not listeniiiiing..."
"A little Taiichi-cuddling..."
"Lalalalala"
"And a good hard pounding into the bed."
"EH?! How'd you get him to be uke so quickly? It took me years to wear them down!"
"Ja -- seems he's out of the bathroom now. Later!"
*click*
"Damn," Echizen muttered to himself. "Next time it'll be much harder to plot the setup, since I can't use Akutsu again..."