[PoT - Various] Drabbles 2
Fandom: Tenipuri
Rating: None higher than PG-13
Warnings: ...out of practice, and obsessing over Ryou. Warning enough?
„I don’t think that one will suit you...“
Really, red wasn’t his colour… maybe some lighter pink would suit better. Though he had heard once that red went really well with black hair, but seeing it like this it just wouldn’t fit. Why had he tried red anyway? He’d always thought Mizuki was more of the purple type. There had been a picture going around the schools, the other in a bright purple nightgown… perhaps he was gay after all…
Warm lips suddenly were on his own, smearing the lipstick on him. “It suits you, though.”
Shinji could only blink.
-
He had always loved the rain, since that day. The soft raindrops falling on his face, washing his everything away.
Yukimura had been like the rain for him. Losing himself in the other man had been easy, he had washed over him like a warm summer storm, engulfing him, drowning him in his softness.
Only now the seasons had turned into winter, the drops into frozen snow. There was no warmth left anymore. There was no Yukimura. Never would be. Because he had left him forever. The only thing Atobe had now was the cold, the rain and his tears.
-
Ryou did not like the way Mizuki treated his brother. Because Atsushi lay in bed with the flu, and Ryou was convinced it was completely Mizuki’s fault, even if his twin insisted that their manager had done nothing at all.
After all, they had gone swimming with their team, and everyone knew how easy it was to catch a cold doing that, especially if you didn’t properly dry yourself off. Ryou would bet a lot that Mizuki hadn’t taken care of that at all, like he himself would have.
Besides, it was only because of that stupid person that Ryou wasn’t the one to get to take care of Atsushi. Instead he had to listen on the phone to his brother rambling on about how much Mizuki knew about treating a flu. Life, he concluded, was really unfair.
-
What Mizuki really liked about Atsushi being sick was the missing acid-tongued spite. The younger Kisarazu would just lie there and be content with being taken care of. And besides, when else would Atsushi let himself be touched almost all over (well, with Mizuki saying he needed to check the fever, but still).
Of course, he did get quite a lot of angry calls from Ryou, telling him to leave his brother alone, but when one of his reinforcements was ill, he naturally had to pay special attention to him.
And, he had to admit, he quite liked the interest Ryou was finally showing in him, too.
-
Losing a fight, or a game, or, well, anything, was not acceptable, in Ryou’s eyes. Getting beaten did not feel nice, and even if he could not win at tennis, he could usually at least beat his opponent with words.
But Bane-san had just pretty much sealed that option away, keeping him in a vice-like grip, and kissing the living daylights out of him. And the fact that he wasn’t particularly in the mood to complain about that didn’t really help either.
In the end, he supposed, he wouldn’t mind losing as much, when it led to things like that.
Rating: None higher than PG-13
Warnings: ...out of practice, and obsessing over Ryou. Warning enough?
„I don’t think that one will suit you...“
Really, red wasn’t his colour… maybe some lighter pink would suit better. Though he had heard once that red went really well with black hair, but seeing it like this it just wouldn’t fit. Why had he tried red anyway? He’d always thought Mizuki was more of the purple type. There had been a picture going around the schools, the other in a bright purple nightgown… perhaps he was gay after all…
Warm lips suddenly were on his own, smearing the lipstick on him. “It suits you, though.”
Shinji could only blink.
-
He had always loved the rain, since that day. The soft raindrops falling on his face, washing his everything away.
Yukimura had been like the rain for him. Losing himself in the other man had been easy, he had washed over him like a warm summer storm, engulfing him, drowning him in his softness.
Only now the seasons had turned into winter, the drops into frozen snow. There was no warmth left anymore. There was no Yukimura. Never would be. Because he had left him forever. The only thing Atobe had now was the cold, the rain and his tears.
-
Ryou did not like the way Mizuki treated his brother. Because Atsushi lay in bed with the flu, and Ryou was convinced it was completely Mizuki’s fault, even if his twin insisted that their manager had done nothing at all.
After all, they had gone swimming with their team, and everyone knew how easy it was to catch a cold doing that, especially if you didn’t properly dry yourself off. Ryou would bet a lot that Mizuki hadn’t taken care of that at all, like he himself would have.
Besides, it was only because of that stupid person that Ryou wasn’t the one to get to take care of Atsushi. Instead he had to listen on the phone to his brother rambling on about how much Mizuki knew about treating a flu. Life, he concluded, was really unfair.
-
What Mizuki really liked about Atsushi being sick was the missing acid-tongued spite. The younger Kisarazu would just lie there and be content with being taken care of. And besides, when else would Atsushi let himself be touched almost all over (well, with Mizuki saying he needed to check the fever, but still).
Of course, he did get quite a lot of angry calls from Ryou, telling him to leave his brother alone, but when one of his reinforcements was ill, he naturally had to pay special attention to him.
And, he had to admit, he quite liked the interest Ryou was finally showing in him, too.
-
Losing a fight, or a game, or, well, anything, was not acceptable, in Ryou’s eyes. Getting beaten did not feel nice, and even if he could not win at tennis, he could usually at least beat his opponent with words.
But Bane-san had just pretty much sealed that option away, keeping him in a vice-like grip, and kissing the living daylights out of him. And the fact that he wasn’t particularly in the mood to complain about that didn’t really help either.
In the end, he supposed, he wouldn’t mind losing as much, when it led to things like that.