Niou x Marui [Prince of Tennis] 10Settings [Indirectly Kissed]
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Title: Indirectly Kissed
Author: orangechicanime (dazed-writer) (Dazed Dreamer)
Theme: 07. rock concert
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Niou Masaharu x Marui Bunta
Rating: PG-14 for swearing, sexual themes, boys kissing boys.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis nor any of its characters.
Summary: Haru, do you think you were Christian in your previous life? Niou and Marui at a rock concert.
OK, so I'm not sure Gackt is exactly rock; I've only seen one concert of his on YouTube. But, dooood, he is one hot man. Fanservice galore. GacktOOCness, probably. dontkillme. (I hate formatting.)
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Screams, catcalls, and general annoying noise surrounded Niou Masaharu as he looked up at the stage, where Gackt was currently grinding against the guitar player in the dirtiest way possible.
“Damn, he’s hot!” yelled Marui Bunta from beside him, dancing with the music. He was gripping Niou’s hand so they wouldn’t get separated in the crowd, but it was in danger of slipping, mostly due to sweat and also because of Marui’s movements.
“Mm-hmm,” agreed Niou uninterestedly, eyes narrowing at the singer. Marui ignored the look and grabbed Niou’s other hand.
“Oh, just dance, Haru!” Marui prodded him, guiding Niou’s hands to his hips as he copied Gackt’s current movements onstage to what he was doing now. “C’mon!”
Niou rolled his eyes, but smirked and danced anyway. He brought Marui closer to him and licked the shell of his ear slowly, the noise of the crowd spurring him on. Marui let out a satisfied groan and pulled away to turn and rest his back on Niou’s chest. Both of them groaned as the grinding got even harder - along with certain parts of their anatomy.
“Jesus, Bunta,” panted Niou against the redhead’s ear. The music echoed around them, and the crowd was jumping up and down now, but the two paid no mind as their lips crashed together harshly. A few people spared a glance at them and two or three people actually took a quick picture.
Marui pulled away first, grinning. “Why do we always end up doing these kind of stuff?” he wondered out loud, his voice barely heard over the fan girl - or boy - screams that were followed all through the audience. A quick glance up on the stage told the redhead that Gackt was indeed doing something else now, this time with two singers and a very much compromising position. “Damn.”
“Would you stop ogling at the guy?” ordered Niou, brining his gaze back to him with another kiss. “If it’s jealous you wanted, it’s jealous you’ve got. God, Marui.”
Marui wanted to ask him if he was Christian in the previous life or something, with the way he used God and Jesus so often, but that train of thought was interrupted when a couple of consecutive shoves and pushes ripped him away from Niou’s grip. The next thing he knew, the silver-haired trickster was nowhere to be found. “Aw, damn it.” He entertained the idea of leaving his spot to look for him, but squashed the notion and diverted his attention to the concert. Niou would find him, eventually. In the meantime, Gackt was looking utterly delectable and Marui was content to enjoy himself with that.
A couple feet away, Niou cursed violently at the guy who had come in between them. “What the hell did you do that for?” The guy cursed back just as harshly at him, and not moments later, the first punch was delivered. Never mind the fact that they didn’t hear half what the other had said because of the music.
Of course, Niou had been quick enough to dodge it, and the punch had landed onto the guy behind him, which resulted in another brawl between that guy and the first guy. The trickster smirked at them and left that area in search of Marui, before security could come and the guys could pin the blame on him.
Marui’s red hair would’ve been easy to find if not for all the moving glowing lights and the redhead’s height and all the people’s poofy hair blocking his view. Oh, and wait, don’t forget the fact that Niou was actually color-blind. Niou scowled and closed his eyes, breathing out slowly. His search had brought him to the railings that separated the audience from the stage, and Niou leaned against it, resolving to wait until the end of the concert to find his boyfriend.
He never noticed the fact that Gackt was near him until the singer shoved a microphone to him, obviously waiting for a response.
Niou blinked at him. “Eh?”
Gackt smirked at him, leaning in a little too close for Niou’s liking. “Well, well, well, he wasn’t paying attention! And what do I do to people who don’t pay attention?”
“KISS HIM!” was the resounding answer, with various screams, catcalls, and general noise in the mix. Niou raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to protest the ridiculousness of the situation, but - of course - Gackt had already closed the little gap between their mouths and was treating the silver-haired teen to one of the best kisses of his life.
Not that he’d ever admit that particular piece of information. Especially to Marui.
Gackt winked at him before sashaying back up to the stage. Niou didn’t even know what to say, or feel, as some people patted him back. He shook his head on the offer of having him being lifted up the shoulders of two people. Instead, he moved away to exit the area and just wait outside for the concert to be over.
As luck would have it, Marui bumped into him before he could go on with his plan.
“Haru!” exclaimed Marui before thinking fast and grabbing Niou’s hand right away, grip tight and firm this time. “I just…you were…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Niou tried, throat way to hoarse to be able to shout over the noise. Gackt was singing one last song for the fans and the concert was coming to an end.
“Holy shit!” was all Marui could get out before he jumped on Niou and kissed him hard, legs automatically wrapping around the other’s waist. Niou snaked an arm to Marui’s back and kissed back, a bit confused and slightly disoriented but who the hell cared about that when Marui was kissing him.
Better than Gackt had. Possibly.
“Christ, Bunta,” mumbled Niou between short, open-mouthed kisses. Marui pulled away to look at him properly, eyes serious.
“Haru, do you think you were Christian in your previous life?”
Niou stared at him before laughing and offering the only line he could think of, “What the hell?”
Marui had no chance to answer, as the deafening noise of almost seven hundred people screaming filled the arena, leaving both of them to scream along with them. Niou was still carrying Marui and Marui had no intention of leaving the other’s arms.
Once the noise had died down, Niou made his way over to the exit, still carrying Marui with him. They squinted against the too-bright streetlamp and headed over to a fairly-not-too-crowded aread. People were pouring in and Niou was reluctant to let go of his redhead, but he was getting really heavy.
“You should really lay up on the cake, Maru,” complained Niou as Marui’s feet touched back with the ground and they made their way up to the parking lot, where Marui’s parents were supposed to be to pick them up.
“Well, excuse me,” Marui replied, “but you’re not putting a damper on my spirits anytime soon.”
“Why’s that?” Niou allowed himself to say.
“Because, Haru,” answered Marui in a matter-of-fact voice. “I just indirectly kissed Gackt, a-k-a hottest gay singer of all time. So, HA, beat that!”
Niou looked at him. “You’re looking at the person who very much directly kissed Gackt, a-k-a hottest gay singer of all time. So, ha-ha, beat that. Jesus, Marui.”
“Damn.”
10settings!
Title: Indirectly Kissed
Author: orangechicanime (dazed-writer) (Dazed Dreamer)
Theme: 07. rock concert
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Niou Masaharu x Marui Bunta
Rating: PG-14 for swearing, sexual themes, boys kissing boys.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis nor any of its characters.
Summary: Haru, do you think you were Christian in your previous life? Niou and Marui at a rock concert.
OK, so I'm not sure Gackt is exactly rock; I've only seen one concert of his on YouTube. But, dooood, he is one hot man. Fanservice galore. GacktOOCness, probably. dontkillme. (I hate formatting.)
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Screams, catcalls, and general annoying noise surrounded Niou Masaharu as he looked up at the stage, where Gackt was currently grinding against the guitar player in the dirtiest way possible.
“Damn, he’s hot!” yelled Marui Bunta from beside him, dancing with the music. He was gripping Niou’s hand so they wouldn’t get separated in the crowd, but it was in danger of slipping, mostly due to sweat and also because of Marui’s movements.
“Mm-hmm,” agreed Niou uninterestedly, eyes narrowing at the singer. Marui ignored the look and grabbed Niou’s other hand.
“Oh, just dance, Haru!” Marui prodded him, guiding Niou’s hands to his hips as he copied Gackt’s current movements onstage to what he was doing now. “C’mon!”
Niou rolled his eyes, but smirked and danced anyway. He brought Marui closer to him and licked the shell of his ear slowly, the noise of the crowd spurring him on. Marui let out a satisfied groan and pulled away to turn and rest his back on Niou’s chest. Both of them groaned as the grinding got even harder - along with certain parts of their anatomy.
“Jesus, Bunta,” panted Niou against the redhead’s ear. The music echoed around them, and the crowd was jumping up and down now, but the two paid no mind as their lips crashed together harshly. A few people spared a glance at them and two or three people actually took a quick picture.
Marui pulled away first, grinning. “Why do we always end up doing these kind of stuff?” he wondered out loud, his voice barely heard over the fan girl - or boy - screams that were followed all through the audience. A quick glance up on the stage told the redhead that Gackt was indeed doing something else now, this time with two singers and a very much compromising position. “Damn.”
“Would you stop ogling at the guy?” ordered Niou, brining his gaze back to him with another kiss. “If it’s jealous you wanted, it’s jealous you’ve got. God, Marui.”
Marui wanted to ask him if he was Christian in the previous life or something, with the way he used God and Jesus so often, but that train of thought was interrupted when a couple of consecutive shoves and pushes ripped him away from Niou’s grip. The next thing he knew, the silver-haired trickster was nowhere to be found. “Aw, damn it.” He entertained the idea of leaving his spot to look for him, but squashed the notion and diverted his attention to the concert. Niou would find him, eventually. In the meantime, Gackt was looking utterly delectable and Marui was content to enjoy himself with that.
A couple feet away, Niou cursed violently at the guy who had come in between them. “What the hell did you do that for?” The guy cursed back just as harshly at him, and not moments later, the first punch was delivered. Never mind the fact that they didn’t hear half what the other had said because of the music.
Of course, Niou had been quick enough to dodge it, and the punch had landed onto the guy behind him, which resulted in another brawl between that guy and the first guy. The trickster smirked at them and left that area in search of Marui, before security could come and the guys could pin the blame on him.
Marui’s red hair would’ve been easy to find if not for all the moving glowing lights and the redhead’s height and all the people’s poofy hair blocking his view. Oh, and wait, don’t forget the fact that Niou was actually color-blind. Niou scowled and closed his eyes, breathing out slowly. His search had brought him to the railings that separated the audience from the stage, and Niou leaned against it, resolving to wait until the end of the concert to find his boyfriend.
He never noticed the fact that Gackt was near him until the singer shoved a microphone to him, obviously waiting for a response.
Niou blinked at him. “Eh?”
Gackt smirked at him, leaning in a little too close for Niou’s liking. “Well, well, well, he wasn’t paying attention! And what do I do to people who don’t pay attention?”
“KISS HIM!” was the resounding answer, with various screams, catcalls, and general noise in the mix. Niou raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to protest the ridiculousness of the situation, but - of course - Gackt had already closed the little gap between their mouths and was treating the silver-haired teen to one of the best kisses of his life.
Not that he’d ever admit that particular piece of information. Especially to Marui.
Gackt winked at him before sashaying back up to the stage. Niou didn’t even know what to say, or feel, as some people patted him back. He shook his head on the offer of having him being lifted up the shoulders of two people. Instead, he moved away to exit the area and just wait outside for the concert to be over.
As luck would have it, Marui bumped into him before he could go on with his plan.
“Haru!” exclaimed Marui before thinking fast and grabbing Niou’s hand right away, grip tight and firm this time. “I just…you were…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Niou tried, throat way to hoarse to be able to shout over the noise. Gackt was singing one last song for the fans and the concert was coming to an end.
“Holy shit!” was all Marui could get out before he jumped on Niou and kissed him hard, legs automatically wrapping around the other’s waist. Niou snaked an arm to Marui’s back and kissed back, a bit confused and slightly disoriented but who the hell cared about that when Marui was kissing him.
Better than Gackt had. Possibly.
“Christ, Bunta,” mumbled Niou between short, open-mouthed kisses. Marui pulled away to look at him properly, eyes serious.
“Haru, do you think you were Christian in your previous life?”
Niou stared at him before laughing and offering the only line he could think of, “What the hell?”
Marui had no chance to answer, as the deafening noise of almost seven hundred people screaming filled the arena, leaving both of them to scream along with them. Niou was still carrying Marui and Marui had no intention of leaving the other’s arms.
Once the noise had died down, Niou made his way over to the exit, still carrying Marui with him. They squinted against the too-bright streetlamp and headed over to a fairly-not-too-crowded aread. People were pouring in and Niou was reluctant to let go of his redhead, but he was getting really heavy.
“You should really lay up on the cake, Maru,” complained Niou as Marui’s feet touched back with the ground and they made their way up to the parking lot, where Marui’s parents were supposed to be to pick them up.
“Well, excuse me,” Marui replied, “but you’re not putting a damper on my spirits anytime soon.”
“Why’s that?” Niou allowed himself to say.
“Because, Haru,” answered Marui in a matter-of-fact voice. “I just indirectly kissed Gackt, a-k-a hottest gay singer of all time. So, HA, beat that!”
Niou looked at him. “You’re looking at the person who very much directly kissed Gackt, a-k-a hottest gay singer of all time. So, ha-ha, beat that. Jesus, Marui.”
“Damn.”