Dueling for Monarchist!
Title: Dueling
Author: perkyandproud
Recipient: monarchist
Rating: R
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Magic AU smut.
“Ah, ecstacy!” Shiraishi said as he lowered himself into the onsen. It had been a long and difficult day and his fingers felt like they were still tingling after all the spells he had cast. But it had been worth it, to defeat Seigaku Academy's genius duelist, Fuji.
“You threw away your perfected Grimoire-style play and went toe to toe with him,” Tezuka said from further in the pool. “Stamina and sheer bloody-minded perseverance won you that match,” he pointed out, not rising or even lifting his head.
Shiraishi nodded even though the other man could not see him and moved closer. “And I haven't had so much fun in ages,” he admitted with a happy sigh. He checked the wrap on his arm to make sure the waterproof spell was still good, then sat down and leaned back himself. “What about you? People are still talking about your match against Kite yesterday.”
“It needed to be done,” Tezuka protested stiffly. His glasses, which helped to define him as one of the top Duelists in the country, striking fear and respect into the lower grades, were sitting on the table away from the water, leaving the man looking more open and inviting. Shiraishi approved of this.
With a twist of his lips, and a magical twist of the lock on the door, Shiraishi accepted that invitation. “Really?” he asked, sliding closer yet and laying his head on Tezuka's shoulder. “Because it looked like you really enjoyed knocking him down several times. You out-classed, out-gunned, and out-magicked him at every turn. It was beautiful to watch.”
Tezuka shifted uncomfortably at the praise. He lifted a hand out of the water to put a wet finger to Shiraishi's lips. “Do we really need to keep talking about it?” he asked, a bit plaintively.
Opening his mouth a little, Shiraishi sucked on the tip of Tezuka's finger for a moment, before answering simply, “No.” He shot the other man a look that he hoped conveyed his true desires.
From Tezuka's reaction, perhaps it did. Tezuka smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good,” Tezuka said. He leaned over and kissed Shiraishi, open-mouthed and hot.
Technically sex was forbidden in the onsen as it was a shared space and it would need to be cleaned again before someone else could use it. But in practice that only applied to the lower grades, the apprentices, journeymen and duelists; master duelists knew the spells to lock the door and to purify the water of poisons, blood, and...other body fluids. So when Tezuka finally made his move, Shiraishi threw the rules out the window and wrapped himself around the other man.
“Are you sure you are up for this?” Tezuka asked, pulling back slightly, his eyes twinkling. “You had a long, hard match today,” he pointed out, emphasizing two words.
Shiraishi moved to straddle Tezuka's lap and gave him a no-nonsense look. “Yes and now I'm looking forward to another,” he said. He rocked against the other man, hissing a little in pleasure to find Tezuka just as hard and wanting as he was.
Tezuka's hands slid down Shiraishi's back to grasp and cup his buttocks, pulling the two men flush together. They both groaned at the sensation and started kissing again. Shiraishi liked kissing Tezuka. The man was as gifted at it as he was at magic, in his opinion. He'd mastered all the basics, then took it to a whole new level of kissing, which Shiraishi enjoyed thoroughly.
Having made no secret of his intentions, Shiraishi recited a quick spell that summoned waterproof lube into his hand, which he then presented to Tezuka.
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?” Tezka asked, a small amused smile on his face. “What if I was too tired from the duel this afternoon and only wanted to kiss?”
Shiraishi smiled back, but his was more predatory. “Oh I have a spell for that as well. Not that I have ever needed it with you. For someone whose reputation paints him as stoic and staid, you are quite the passionate man, Kunimitsu. Besides, Chitose, though I love him like a brother, is not in your league. Once you figured out how he was doing that trick, you easily beat him,” he pointed out.
Tezuka's small smile turned into a slight smirk. “If I were truly as my reputation painted me, what would I be doing with the hottest duelist in Japan?” He ignored the other comment as he poured some of the slick lube onto his fingers, taking what Shiraishi considered his own sweet time.
It wasn't until Shiraishi had two of Tezuka's fingers inside of him, opening him up and stretching him, that he was finally able to relax. Although perhaps that was the wrong word. For while his cares, worries, and sore muscles faded away, a new tension was quickly rising within him. “Ah, Kunimitsu!” he said, making his lover's name sound more like ecstasy than it should.
“Kuranosuke,” Tezuka murmured against his shoulder. “You strip away all of my defenses. How do you do that?”
Considering the timing of the question, Shiraishi sincerely hoped that it was rhetorical or at least one that didn't require an answer, because he was not capable of complex thought just then.
It took only a couple of moments to switch out Tezuka's fingers for something more singular and satisfying. Shiraishi's moans echoed around the room as he slowly slid down Tezuka's length unti he was once more seated on his lover's lap, but this time intimately connected. Tezuka's voice was muffled against Shiraishi's skin, however. Not that Shiraishi minded. He was rather territorial about some things; if people thought Tezuka was a prudish, boring, stick-in-the-mud, then he wouldn't have to kill any of them. Accidentally, of course.
The heat of the water felt cool against his skin as Shiraishi, at Tezuka's urging, started to move. Up and down, forward and back, over and over, building in speed as the pleasure grew. “Ah! Ah! Yes!” he cried out, encouraging Tezuka with both his voice and his hands.
Tezuka's hands were tight on Shiraishi's hips, undoubtedly renewing the marks he frequently left there. With each thrust upward he gave a little growl against Shiraishi's throat that was going straight to his groin.
Shifting slightly so that he was getting some friction for his own throbbing flesh, Shiraishi shouted out loud as Tezuka firmly stroked against his prostate. Friction be damned, Shiraishi came with just that.
It was mere seconds later that Tezuka followed him. Shiraishi always took pride in that. No matter how disciplined and in control his lover liked to be, he always came when Shiraishi did. Or maybe that was Tezuka's intent. Either way, Shiraishi thought muzzily as he sagged against his lover in blissful lethargy, he was happy.
Tezuka wrapped his arms around Shiraishi and nuzzled his hair until Shiraishi got up the energy to lift his head for a kiss. “You are so beautiful when you come,” Tezuka whispered against his lips.
“Flattery will get you multiple repeats,” Shiraishi told him. He felt smug every time Tezuka held him like this, after they were through making love. It was as though he were the most precious thing in Tezuka's life. If it were simply an illusion, because he knew how Tezuka felt about magic, then Shiraishi had no intention of ever trying to break that spell. “Love you, Kunimitsu,” he said quietly.
“Ah,” Tezuka replied, holding him even tighter and kissing him again.
Author: perkyandproud
Recipient: monarchist
Rating: R
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Magic AU smut.
“Ah, ecstacy!” Shiraishi said as he lowered himself into the onsen. It had been a long and difficult day and his fingers felt like they were still tingling after all the spells he had cast. But it had been worth it, to defeat Seigaku Academy's genius duelist, Fuji.
“You threw away your perfected Grimoire-style play and went toe to toe with him,” Tezuka said from further in the pool. “Stamina and sheer bloody-minded perseverance won you that match,” he pointed out, not rising or even lifting his head.
Shiraishi nodded even though the other man could not see him and moved closer. “And I haven't had so much fun in ages,” he admitted with a happy sigh. He checked the wrap on his arm to make sure the waterproof spell was still good, then sat down and leaned back himself. “What about you? People are still talking about your match against Kite yesterday.”
“It needed to be done,” Tezuka protested stiffly. His glasses, which helped to define him as one of the top Duelists in the country, striking fear and respect into the lower grades, were sitting on the table away from the water, leaving the man looking more open and inviting. Shiraishi approved of this.
With a twist of his lips, and a magical twist of the lock on the door, Shiraishi accepted that invitation. “Really?” he asked, sliding closer yet and laying his head on Tezuka's shoulder. “Because it looked like you really enjoyed knocking him down several times. You out-classed, out-gunned, and out-magicked him at every turn. It was beautiful to watch.”
Tezuka shifted uncomfortably at the praise. He lifted a hand out of the water to put a wet finger to Shiraishi's lips. “Do we really need to keep talking about it?” he asked, a bit plaintively.
Opening his mouth a little, Shiraishi sucked on the tip of Tezuka's finger for a moment, before answering simply, “No.” He shot the other man a look that he hoped conveyed his true desires.
From Tezuka's reaction, perhaps it did. Tezuka smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good,” Tezuka said. He leaned over and kissed Shiraishi, open-mouthed and hot.
Technically sex was forbidden in the onsen as it was a shared space and it would need to be cleaned again before someone else could use it. But in practice that only applied to the lower grades, the apprentices, journeymen and duelists; master duelists knew the spells to lock the door and to purify the water of poisons, blood, and...other body fluids. So when Tezuka finally made his move, Shiraishi threw the rules out the window and wrapped himself around the other man.
“Are you sure you are up for this?” Tezuka asked, pulling back slightly, his eyes twinkling. “You had a long, hard match today,” he pointed out, emphasizing two words.
Shiraishi moved to straddle Tezuka's lap and gave him a no-nonsense look. “Yes and now I'm looking forward to another,” he said. He rocked against the other man, hissing a little in pleasure to find Tezuka just as hard and wanting as he was.
Tezuka's hands slid down Shiraishi's back to grasp and cup his buttocks, pulling the two men flush together. They both groaned at the sensation and started kissing again. Shiraishi liked kissing Tezuka. The man was as gifted at it as he was at magic, in his opinion. He'd mastered all the basics, then took it to a whole new level of kissing, which Shiraishi enjoyed thoroughly.
Having made no secret of his intentions, Shiraishi recited a quick spell that summoned waterproof lube into his hand, which he then presented to Tezuka.
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?” Tezka asked, a small amused smile on his face. “What if I was too tired from the duel this afternoon and only wanted to kiss?”
Shiraishi smiled back, but his was more predatory. “Oh I have a spell for that as well. Not that I have ever needed it with you. For someone whose reputation paints him as stoic and staid, you are quite the passionate man, Kunimitsu. Besides, Chitose, though I love him like a brother, is not in your league. Once you figured out how he was doing that trick, you easily beat him,” he pointed out.
Tezuka's small smile turned into a slight smirk. “If I were truly as my reputation painted me, what would I be doing with the hottest duelist in Japan?” He ignored the other comment as he poured some of the slick lube onto his fingers, taking what Shiraishi considered his own sweet time.
It wasn't until Shiraishi had two of Tezuka's fingers inside of him, opening him up and stretching him, that he was finally able to relax. Although perhaps that was the wrong word. For while his cares, worries, and sore muscles faded away, a new tension was quickly rising within him. “Ah, Kunimitsu!” he said, making his lover's name sound more like ecstasy than it should.
“Kuranosuke,” Tezuka murmured against his shoulder. “You strip away all of my defenses. How do you do that?”
Considering the timing of the question, Shiraishi sincerely hoped that it was rhetorical or at least one that didn't require an answer, because he was not capable of complex thought just then.
It took only a couple of moments to switch out Tezuka's fingers for something more singular and satisfying. Shiraishi's moans echoed around the room as he slowly slid down Tezuka's length unti he was once more seated on his lover's lap, but this time intimately connected. Tezuka's voice was muffled against Shiraishi's skin, however. Not that Shiraishi minded. He was rather territorial about some things; if people thought Tezuka was a prudish, boring, stick-in-the-mud, then he wouldn't have to kill any of them. Accidentally, of course.
The heat of the water felt cool against his skin as Shiraishi, at Tezuka's urging, started to move. Up and down, forward and back, over and over, building in speed as the pleasure grew. “Ah! Ah! Yes!” he cried out, encouraging Tezuka with both his voice and his hands.
Tezuka's hands were tight on Shiraishi's hips, undoubtedly renewing the marks he frequently left there. With each thrust upward he gave a little growl against Shiraishi's throat that was going straight to his groin.
Shifting slightly so that he was getting some friction for his own throbbing flesh, Shiraishi shouted out loud as Tezuka firmly stroked against his prostate. Friction be damned, Shiraishi came with just that.
It was mere seconds later that Tezuka followed him. Shiraishi always took pride in that. No matter how disciplined and in control his lover liked to be, he always came when Shiraishi did. Or maybe that was Tezuka's intent. Either way, Shiraishi thought muzzily as he sagged against his lover in blissful lethargy, he was happy.
Tezuka wrapped his arms around Shiraishi and nuzzled his hair until Shiraishi got up the energy to lift his head for a kiss. “You are so beautiful when you come,” Tezuka whispered against his lips.
“Flattery will get you multiple repeats,” Shiraishi told him. He felt smug every time Tezuka held him like this, after they were through making love. It was as though he were the most precious thing in Tezuka's life. If it were simply an illusion, because he knew how Tezuka felt about magic, then Shiraishi had no intention of ever trying to break that spell. “Love you, Kunimitsu,” he said quietly.
“Ah,” Tezuka replied, holding him even tighter and kissing him again.