[fic] 5 more PoT drabbles
The second list o' five drabbles that I offered to write for Mel, since her compy died and she's still laptop-less. So, in reverse order this time, I give you....
5. SengokuAn
Sengoku Kiyosumi glanced toward the fence as he took a drink of water from his bottle. Standing there, watching his team’s practice, was Tachibana An.
He still found it hard to believe that she had been involved in Kirihara Akaya falling down the steps only a few days ago. Granted, Kirihara had seriously hurt her older brother, and she hadn’t actually pushed him. That news made him feel better, as he didn’t want to think ill of the cute girl.
Setting his bottle down, he jogged over to the fence where An stood. “Yo,” he called.
An smiled at him. “Hello, Sengoku-san. How are you today?”
Sengoku flashed her what he hoped was a winning smile. Most girls would have walked away by now. “I feel pretty lucky today,” he answered honestly. “Beautiful weather to play tennis in and a pretty girl to cheer me on.”
A small blush spread across An’s cheeks as she laughed. “You’re such a flirt!” she accused with a smile.
“Sengoku!” a voice yelled from behind him. He turned to see Ryuzaki-sensei watching him. “Get on the court and practice! This isn’t a social hour!”
“Hai~!” he called back. Turning back to An he said, “We’ll chat later?”
She giggled at him. “All right.”
Sengoku ran back to his court, his steps feeling just a little lighter.
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Yeah, I can't believe I wrote het PoT either.... Dear God. That's kind of scary. Next!
4. ChoutarouTsushi
Kisarazu Atsushi sat alone at one of the many tables in the dining room, picking at his rice and waiting for his twin brother Ryou to show up.
“Is anyone sitting here?” a quiet voice asked.
Atsushi looked up to see a silver-haired boy standing on the other side of the table. He shook his head, recognizing the boy as one of Hyotei’s participants in the Senbatsu. “No, go ahead,” he answered.
“Thanks!” He set his lunch tray down and sat across from Atsushi. “You’re on St. Rudolph, correct?”
He nodded. “Kisarazu Atsushi.”
“Ohtori Choutarou. Hyotei. I hope you don’t mind that my dou-” Ohtori cut himself off. “One of my teammates will be coming in a bit.”
Atsushi noted that the other had stopped himself from calling his teammate his doubles partner. He was about to ask why Ohtori would stop mid-sentence, then reasoned that each player at the Senbatsu had to make their own way, regardless of whether they usually played singles or doubles.
“That’s fine, Ohtori-kun.” Atsushi decided to be blunt. “He’s still your doubles partner, even if this isn’t the place for it.”
Ohtori looked up from his lunch. “Ki-Kisarazu-san...” He reached a hand up to twist the chain that hung around his neck, fingers wrapping around the cross.
Atsushi smiled. “I play doubles too, Ohtori-kun. I understand.”
Ohtori returned the smile, clutching his cross tighter.
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Next, my first time writing these two knuckleheads, but it was fun...
3. BaneDavide
At first he’d thought that by kicking him, the horrible puns would stop.
Amane “Davide” Hikaru’s sense of humor left so much to be desired, and it only got worse with each pun the boy spouted off.
Kurobane Harukaze didn’t know why he continued to kick his teammate, seeing as the kicks only seemed to work as a positive reinforcer instead of a punishment, as the jokes continued.
Perhaps it was because of the looks Davide shot his way each time he made a pun and Bane failed to react. The disappointment in those glances stung in a way that Bane couldn’t exactly explain.
So to keep that feeling away, Bane figured the least he could do was continue kicking Davide each time his partner cracked a pun.
Glancing over at Davide, who was on the ground wrestling with three little boys who hung around the Rokkaku courts, Bane wondered not for the first time when he would finally feel comfortable enough to try a new method for quieting the redhead.
Because really, he reasoned, to stop words from coming out of that mouth, Bane needed only to seal his lips.
The idea worked in theory, but deep down Bane knew that kisses, much like the kicking, would only encourage Davide to spout even more puns. Not that he would mind having to kiss him that many times, but he didn’t want Davide to feel like he was being rewarded for such terrible jokes. He told himself that that was the sole reason why he held himself back.
A loud peal of laughter came from the tangle of limbs, and Bane looked over to see all three boys sitting atop a squirming Davide.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t the only reason, he silently admitted.
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If I could be allowed two OTPs for a fandom, NiouYagyuu would SO be my #2!! Um... Mel, I know you specifically said YagyuuNiou, so if you aren't happy with this, you let me know. And red flag warnings on this one. (I will not be blamed for any innocents who stumble upon this!)
2. YagyuuNiou
Niou reached up, taking Yagyuu’s glasses off his face and putting them on his own. He mussed up Yagyuu’s hair then let his hand fall to the bed.
“Now is not a proper time to switch,” Yagyuu admonished as he unbuttoned Niou’s shirt.
Niou held back the smirk that threatened to show, because it would have been out of character. “Don’t worry about it, just continue what you’re doing, Niou-kun.”
Yagyuu resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Switching during everyday circumstances was one thing, but he never understood the times Niou insisted on switching during sex. Still, he humored Niou, because it gave him the opportunity to experience this side of his doubles partner as well.
Slipping into his new role, ‘Niou’ pushed the shirt open, leaning down to place a trail of nipping kisses along ‘Yagyuu’s’ chest as he unbuttoned his partner’s jeans and discarding them to the floor.
“Hurry up,” ‘Yagyuu’ gasped, reaching up to rid ‘Niou’ of his clothing, a goal both boys eagerly met.
‘Niou’ gazed down at ‘Yagyuu’, writhing on the bed beneath him as he was prepared; arching his body gracefully as he was penetrated; thrashing as ‘Niou’ thrust into him again and again. Each new expression brought ‘Niou’ closer to the edge, and he finally allowed himself to be pulled over as ‘Yagyuu’ looked up at him through dark, lust-filled eyes, whispering his name. ‘Niou’ drove inside one last time, eyes squeezing shut as came. Moments later ‘Yagyuu’ cried out, joining his lover.
After both boys caught their breath, laying side by side on the small bed, Yagyuu reached over, taking his glasses off Niou, effectively ending the switch. As he placed him on his own face he said, “That you get off so easily while calling me by your name fails to surprise me, Niou-kun."
Niou grinned at his partner, eyes narrowing in lust. “I can do it just as easily while screaming yours, Yagyuu.”
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And last but never least, this one's for the birthday boy! (But hopefully I can get my other idea finished by the end of the day too.) Happy not-birthday Fuji!!
1. ZukaFuji
As his teammates filed onto the bus that would take them to their hotel for the night, Tezuka breathed out a sigh. Today had been on of the most hectic he had experienced since coming to Germany.
Walking down the hallway to his dorm room, Tezuka tried to tamp down the feeling of disappointment that a certain teammate had not stayed behind. He gave himself a mental shake as he reached his door, opening it and stepping inside.
“Hey there, captain,” an amused, quiet voice greeted as soon as the door shut.
Tezuka didn’t need to turn on the lights to identify the voice; he did so only to see the boy sitting there. “Fuji, what are you doing here?” he asked, not able to keep the surprise from his voice.
“I came to Germany to see you,” the shorter boy explained, standing up. He walked toward Tezuka slowly, the glint in his eyes reminding Tezuka of a wild animal stalking its prey.
“I know that.” He tried to sound neutral. “So did everyone else, and they’ve already left for the night.” He remained where he stood even as Fuji, undeterred, invaded his personal space to wrap his arms around Tezuka’s neck.
“No one else came to Germany to do this,” Fuji replied, leaning his body fully against Tezuka and kissing him soundly on the lips.
Fuji reached behind Tezuka, shutting off the light. In the darkness he pulled Tezuka toward the bed.
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Am going back to immerse myself in the TezukaFuji FST that shiroibara posted. ::happy fangirl sigh::
5. SengokuAn
Sengoku Kiyosumi glanced toward the fence as he took a drink of water from his bottle. Standing there, watching his team’s practice, was Tachibana An.
He still found it hard to believe that she had been involved in Kirihara Akaya falling down the steps only a few days ago. Granted, Kirihara had seriously hurt her older brother, and she hadn’t actually pushed him. That news made him feel better, as he didn’t want to think ill of the cute girl.
Setting his bottle down, he jogged over to the fence where An stood. “Yo,” he called.
An smiled at him. “Hello, Sengoku-san. How are you today?”
Sengoku flashed her what he hoped was a winning smile. Most girls would have walked away by now. “I feel pretty lucky today,” he answered honestly. “Beautiful weather to play tennis in and a pretty girl to cheer me on.”
A small blush spread across An’s cheeks as she laughed. “You’re such a flirt!” she accused with a smile.
“Sengoku!” a voice yelled from behind him. He turned to see Ryuzaki-sensei watching him. “Get on the court and practice! This isn’t a social hour!”
“Hai~!” he called back. Turning back to An he said, “We’ll chat later?”
She giggled at him. “All right.”
Sengoku ran back to his court, his steps feeling just a little lighter.
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Yeah, I can't believe I wrote het PoT either.... Dear God. That's kind of scary. Next!
4. ChoutarouTsushi
Kisarazu Atsushi sat alone at one of the many tables in the dining room, picking at his rice and waiting for his twin brother Ryou to show up.
“Is anyone sitting here?” a quiet voice asked.
Atsushi looked up to see a silver-haired boy standing on the other side of the table. He shook his head, recognizing the boy as one of Hyotei’s participants in the Senbatsu. “No, go ahead,” he answered.
“Thanks!” He set his lunch tray down and sat across from Atsushi. “You’re on St. Rudolph, correct?”
He nodded. “Kisarazu Atsushi.”
“Ohtori Choutarou. Hyotei. I hope you don’t mind that my dou-” Ohtori cut himself off. “One of my teammates will be coming in a bit.”
Atsushi noted that the other had stopped himself from calling his teammate his doubles partner. He was about to ask why Ohtori would stop mid-sentence, then reasoned that each player at the Senbatsu had to make their own way, regardless of whether they usually played singles or doubles.
“That’s fine, Ohtori-kun.” Atsushi decided to be blunt. “He’s still your doubles partner, even if this isn’t the place for it.”
Ohtori looked up from his lunch. “Ki-Kisarazu-san...” He reached a hand up to twist the chain that hung around his neck, fingers wrapping around the cross.
Atsushi smiled. “I play doubles too, Ohtori-kun. I understand.”
Ohtori returned the smile, clutching his cross tighter.
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Next, my first time writing these two knuckleheads, but it was fun...
3. BaneDavide
At first he’d thought that by kicking him, the horrible puns would stop.
Amane “Davide” Hikaru’s sense of humor left so much to be desired, and it only got worse with each pun the boy spouted off.
Kurobane Harukaze didn’t know why he continued to kick his teammate, seeing as the kicks only seemed to work as a positive reinforcer instead of a punishment, as the jokes continued.
Perhaps it was because of the looks Davide shot his way each time he made a pun and Bane failed to react. The disappointment in those glances stung in a way that Bane couldn’t exactly explain.
So to keep that feeling away, Bane figured the least he could do was continue kicking Davide each time his partner cracked a pun.
Glancing over at Davide, who was on the ground wrestling with three little boys who hung around the Rokkaku courts, Bane wondered not for the first time when he would finally feel comfortable enough to try a new method for quieting the redhead.
Because really, he reasoned, to stop words from coming out of that mouth, Bane needed only to seal his lips.
The idea worked in theory, but deep down Bane knew that kisses, much like the kicking, would only encourage Davide to spout even more puns. Not that he would mind having to kiss him that many times, but he didn’t want Davide to feel like he was being rewarded for such terrible jokes. He told himself that that was the sole reason why he held himself back.
A loud peal of laughter came from the tangle of limbs, and Bane looked over to see all three boys sitting atop a squirming Davide.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t the only reason, he silently admitted.
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If I could be allowed two OTPs for a fandom, NiouYagyuu would SO be my #2!! Um... Mel, I know you specifically said YagyuuNiou, so if you aren't happy with this, you let me know. And red flag warnings on this one. (I will not be blamed for any innocents who stumble upon this!)
2. YagyuuNiou
Niou reached up, taking Yagyuu’s glasses off his face and putting them on his own. He mussed up Yagyuu’s hair then let his hand fall to the bed.
“Now is not a proper time to switch,” Yagyuu admonished as he unbuttoned Niou’s shirt.
Niou held back the smirk that threatened to show, because it would have been out of character. “Don’t worry about it, just continue what you’re doing, Niou-kun.”
Yagyuu resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Switching during everyday circumstances was one thing, but he never understood the times Niou insisted on switching during sex. Still, he humored Niou, because it gave him the opportunity to experience this side of his doubles partner as well.
Slipping into his new role, ‘Niou’ pushed the shirt open, leaning down to place a trail of nipping kisses along ‘Yagyuu’s’ chest as he unbuttoned his partner’s jeans and discarding them to the floor.
“Hurry up,” ‘Yagyuu’ gasped, reaching up to rid ‘Niou’ of his clothing, a goal both boys eagerly met.
‘Niou’ gazed down at ‘Yagyuu’, writhing on the bed beneath him as he was prepared; arching his body gracefully as he was penetrated; thrashing as ‘Niou’ thrust into him again and again. Each new expression brought ‘Niou’ closer to the edge, and he finally allowed himself to be pulled over as ‘Yagyuu’ looked up at him through dark, lust-filled eyes, whispering his name. ‘Niou’ drove inside one last time, eyes squeezing shut as came. Moments later ‘Yagyuu’ cried out, joining his lover.
After both boys caught their breath, laying side by side on the small bed, Yagyuu reached over, taking his glasses off Niou, effectively ending the switch. As he placed him on his own face he said, “That you get off so easily while calling me by your name fails to surprise me, Niou-kun."
Niou grinned at his partner, eyes narrowing in lust. “I can do it just as easily while screaming yours, Yagyuu.”
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And last but never least, this one's for the birthday boy! (But hopefully I can get my other idea finished by the end of the day too.) Happy not-birthday Fuji!!
1. ZukaFuji
As his teammates filed onto the bus that would take them to their hotel for the night, Tezuka breathed out a sigh. Today had been on of the most hectic he had experienced since coming to Germany.
Walking down the hallway to his dorm room, Tezuka tried to tamp down the feeling of disappointment that a certain teammate had not stayed behind. He gave himself a mental shake as he reached his door, opening it and stepping inside.
“Hey there, captain,” an amused, quiet voice greeted as soon as the door shut.
Tezuka didn’t need to turn on the lights to identify the voice; he did so only to see the boy sitting there. “Fuji, what are you doing here?” he asked, not able to keep the surprise from his voice.
“I came to Germany to see you,” the shorter boy explained, standing up. He walked toward Tezuka slowly, the glint in his eyes reminding Tezuka of a wild animal stalking its prey.
“I know that.” He tried to sound neutral. “So did everyone else, and they’ve already left for the night.” He remained where he stood even as Fuji, undeterred, invaded his personal space to wrap his arms around Tezuka’s neck.
“No one else came to Germany to do this,” Fuji replied, leaning his body fully against Tezuka and kissing him soundly on the lips.
Fuji reached behind Tezuka, shutting off the light. In the darkness he pulled Tezuka toward the bed.
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Am going back to immerse myself in the TezukaFuji FST that shiroibara posted. ::happy fangirl sigh::