FIC: Push/Pull, Yagyuu/Niou, NC17 (4/14)
Title: Push/Pull (4/14)
Author: Ociwen
Rating: NC17
Warning: Everything you can possibly think of, and then some. Spoilers for 40.5 and the entire series.
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all, except for Marui's crocs.
Summary: Niou is a girl, and everything pushed to the edge.
Author's Notes: This is one-shot fic related to Dénoument, We'll Always Have Kanagawa and Accidentally All Right. The fics can be read separately, but they make more sense together. Written for Niou's birthday 2008. Happy Birthday Niou!
This fic has been truncated into 14 parts due to length. The parts are NOT chapters. This is a one-shot fic.
The excuse "I'm having my period" only works for a week.
Niou takes the subway to school. He walks from the station exit to the courts by himself. He watches Sanada and Yukimura exit at the north gate bus stop. Sometimes, they hold hands. Yukimura rubs his mittens and waits for Sanada. Sanada flushes. Yukimura asks if Sanada is cold or not. Niou lurks by a brick retaining wall. They never notice him.
Niou's thighs are cold. The air bites through his skirt.
He and Yagyuu come to tennis practice maybe half the time. Yagyuu studies in the morning review sessions and Niou studies in the library. On his own, no one bothers Niou. No one touches his leg under the table. No one strokes the sensitive skin on his knees.
Yagyuu may be a gentleman, but he never asks Niou if he is cold. "Good morning," he says. His eyes move down Niou's body, then up. They rest in the v of his school blouse. Niou shivers. Yagyuu's head moves. He never realizes how obvious it is where a megane looks. Their heads constantly move to adjust for the blind spots.
Niou makes a point to wear shorts under his skirt. Yagyuu seems to make a point to use lasers in his game. Niou has to run to the net. His skirt flips up. Yagyuu parts his lips. His heavy sigh is a puff in the air. Niou's heart skips a beat. He hates the chill in his belly that forms each and every time Yagyuu speaks to him.
But at the same time, Niou craves it.
He sits in English class and wonders what it would be like to be wet and aching for Yagyuu. He wonders what it would be like to shake and shiver on top of Yagyuu, to ride Yagyuu until his cunt was rubbed raw. There are odd nights where Niou touches himself. The autumn moon is ripe and corn-yellow as it streams into his bedroom. He pushes blunt fingers inside himself and sighs. It's okay. The chewing desire in his belly is sated for the moment.
But Yagyuu…
Yagyuu made it clear he's not interested in the platonic handholding that Sanada and Yukimura do, day-in and day-out. Yagyuu isn't interested in dancing around these pheromones that make Niou stand closer to Yagyuu in the lunch line and that make Yagyuu lick his neck in the basement stairwell of the east wing.
Those subconscious smells of attraction make Niou sigh and tip his head back. Yagyuu might not be good, but he tries. He doesn't ask, "Is this okay?" "Is this all right?" He assumes that it's okay to put his sweaty palm on Niou's thigh. He assumes that it's okay to unbutton Niou's shirt.
Niou pushes Yagyuu's hands away.
Yagyuu cups Niou's boob. Niou hisses. Yagyuu bites on Niou's earlobe. Niou hates the slime of Yagyuu's kisses there. He jerks his head up. Yagyuu licks the shell of his ear instead. It's still gross. Yagyuu's hand rubs Niou's boob until his nipple stiffens.
Damn those pheromones.
The bell rings for the end of lunch. Niou picks up his bento. He'll eat it during Politics. Yagyuu says, "Let me walk you to class" because he assumes that it is the gentlemanly thing to do after sticking his hand down Niou's shirt again.
Niou wears cardigans.
Yagyuu asks Niou if he can take them off. And then his long fingers inch a warm path down Niou's cold skin until Yagyuu touches his nipples. Niou cannot bite back his moans forever. It feels good.
"Do you want to study at my house tonight?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou says no.
At lunch time, Yagyuu kisses Niou hard. Niou gasps. His chest is heavy and tight. Yagyuu holds him closer. Niou can feel Yagyuu's erection on his thigh.
"Do you want to study at your house tonight?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou says no. He laughs it off with a smirk. He plays with his rat tail and pretends it's no big deal. But he can't anymore. Yagyuu pushes him into a wall. Yagyuu's hand is on his leg. His fingers skim the hem of Niou's shorts. Yagyuu's other hand holds the back of Niou's neck. Yagyuu is taller than he was in the summer: he's faster and he wants more.
Niou is dizzy. He kisses Yagyuu back. There isn't much else he can do with Yagyuu's tongue in his mouth. Yagyuu tastes like fried sweet potato. Niou's stomach growls.
He eats lunch during Biology. It is the last period of the day. Niou chews on a Madeleine cake. He flicks the crumbs onto the decimated frog carcasses. Marui's face falls when he sees the wrapper.
"What a waste," Marui says.
Niou sets down his Madeleine cake beside the tray of frog intestines. They look like the mushroom and chop suey special served in the cafeteria yesterday. Niou pokes at one of the intestines with his chopstick. He dangles it over Marui's head.
"What a waste," Niou echoes.
Sanada and Yukimura play tennis after school. The weather has grown cold enough that Niou can taste the frost in the air. He stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets. The walk to the subway seems twice as long when his fingers are numb.
Between bicycles and the odd cars, Niou darts across the road. He walks faster. His thighs prickle when the wind picks up a little. All of the hairs on his legs stand up. He shivers.
"Niou-kun!"
Yagyuu runs down the road to Niou. He slows to a halt and falls in step with Niou. Yagyuu slows down more to match Niou's pace.
"Do you want to-"
"No," Niou says.
Yagyuu frowns into his scarf. His glasses slip down his nose. Niou resists the urge to pluck them off and run away with them. He's not in the mood. The tension between them grows and knots up, like Niou's stomach.
"You're not…" Yagyuu starts. He clears his throat. His cheeks flush a little. "It's highly unlikely that you are still…that time of the month." Yagyuu's face reddens. Niou's lips twitch. "So…please," Yagyuu says.
Niou stops walking.
Yagyuu runs ahead of him. He bows down and says, louder than before, "Please!"
Niou hesitates. Then he sighs. "Okay."
***
On the subway, Yagyuu touches Niou's hand. His fingers are hot.
"Are you okay?" he asks. His fingers weave between Niou's. In and out. In and out.
Niou takes his hand away.
"I'll be gentle," Yagyuu mutters.
Niou wants to believe him. The hard gleam in Yagyuu's eyes-the reflection of the platform lights-still leaves a lump in Niou's throat.
***
One of the houses on Yagyuu's street has a shedding garden. It molts red maple leaves and yellow ginko. A hibiscus blossom is lonely on a bush. Niou rips it from the stalk. It falls to the ground behind him. Its death sentence will be: crushed by bicycle wheels.
Niou is certain that his will be related to Yagyuu.
Yagyuu's house is empty. It sits on the left-side of an attached block. There is a narrow pathway through to the front door. Niou follows Yagyuu. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His heart won't stop pounding.
Yagyuu takes Niou's coat. Niou does not say thank you.
Yagyuu asks if Niou wants a snack. Niou snorts.
Just get it over with! Niou thinks. Yagyuu's body is strung up so tight. His tendons snap. His motions are robotic. His words are mechanical. He's got a stiffy and Niou isn't blind.
Niou walks to Yagyuu's bedroom first. The smell has changed along with the seasons. He blinks, then opens the door.
Yagyuu's desk is covered in flowers. Not roses, but wilting, limp camellias. They drip petals onto his textbooks and his golf magazines. They must be a week old; their perfume has gone stagnant.
Yagyuu closes the door.
He's been waiting a week for this.
Niou exhales. He leans his head back just enough. Yagyuu kisses him on the mouth. Niou sighs onto Yagyuu's lips. He lets Yagyuu lift his arms and peel the cardigan from his body. Yagyuu's mouth is wet and tasteless, but Niou finds the lingering sharp mint of mouthwash under Yagyuu's tongue. He shifts. Yagyuu kisses him harder. Yagyuu's hands are on the back of his neck. Yagyuu's hands shake. His kisses grow deeper and harder, then Yagyuu pulls back. He balls his fist.
Niou looks at him. For a moment, Niou closes his eyes. He listens to the sound of Yagyuu's ragged breathing. Then Niou unbuttons his shirt. He exhales, and he undoes the clasp on the band of his bra. His stomach shudders when he breathes. His nipples stiffen in the naked air. Niou bites his tongue. His throat is dry. His lips feel chapped from Yagyuu's saliva. It tingles.
"Niou-kun," Yagyuu says. His voice cracks. Yagyuu sets his glasses on his desk. He takes off his shirt. Niou watches his movements. Yagyuu's body jerks. He fumbles with his buttons.
"Now we're both equal," Yagyuu says. His chest is flat and warm. His nipples are stiff and brown like his. They look the same as they did in the tennis clubhouse changing room.
When their chests touch, Niou gasps. Yagyuu licks his neck. Niou doesn't say anything. He sighs and makes little noises. They are the same sorts of noises he makes when he plays darts. They mean nothing, but they make Yagyuu groan. Yagyuu's grunts and pants hang in the air. There is the sound of pants rustling, and the snap of Niou's panties' waistband. Mostly, it is the soft, slapping noises their bodies make together.
Love love pon pon, Niou thinks. He doesn't laugh. The onomatopoeian joke seems childish now.
Yagyuu touches his breasts. Yagyuu touches his stomach. Yagyuu spreads his palms over the inside of Niou's thighs. Niou freezes. Yagyuu looks at him, but his eyes are black and unfocused. Niou touches Yagyuu's temple. His hair is damp and the part is messed up.
Yagyuu calls Niou by his first name. Niou holds his breath. He can't move. All he can remember is the feeling of Yagyuu pushing inside him the first time. All he can remember is Yagyuu's heavy weight and the way his body tensed up in protest. He didn't want it then. Niou isn't sure he wants it now, either.
But they are naked. Niou is supine on Yagyuu's bed. Yagyuu's face is between Niou's legs. Yagyuu licks his thigh. Niou gasps. Yagyuu licks higher. Niou gasps again.
"No!" he says.
Niou doesn't know if he means it.
Yagyuu stops.
Niou digs his hands into Yagyuu's hair. His belly is tight. His cunt is warm and burning with anticipation. He shudders when Yagyuu licks him again. Yagyuu is slow to start. Niou presses his thighs around Yagyuu's head. Yagyuu pushes them apart with his hands. The tendons in his wrist shift.
Niou closes his eyes and leans back. It feels good. This is better than his own fingers. The pillows under his head are warm and damp. Yagyuu's tongue circles his clit. Niou pants. Yagyuu's hands hold Niou's thighs down. He tries to move. He tries to buck his hips. Yagyuu won't let him. Unbearable fullness builds up in his belly. Niou wants to give into it. He moans.
Yagyuu…
Yagyuu pulls back.
Yagyuu wipes his mouth with a handkerchief. It's dark enough that Niou can only see the contours of Yagyuu's body when he stands. His dick is swollen. Yagyuu murmurs, "Niou-kun" when he pushes into Niou's cunt. The second time, it doesn't hurt. This time, Niou is wet.
Their bodies slap together. Love love pon pon. The noise doesn't sound like that at all. Niou stares at the ceiling. Yagyuu huffs into his shoulder. The full feeling starts to fade in Niou's belly. He lifts a leg up. He squeezes himself around Yagyuu.
Yagyuu sucks in a breath. He comes with frantic thrusting. Niou lies there in the semi-darkness. He thinks about how Yagyuu is squishing his boobs.
Yagyuu rolls off Niou and then he sighs.
Niou sighs too.
***
They study without clothes on.
Seeing Yagyuu with his glasses on and nothing else, hunched over a math textbook makes Niou laugh. Yagyuu blinks. His glasses slip down his nose. Niou shakes his head. Snickering feels good.
"What?" Yagyuu asks.
"Dork," Niou says.
Yagyuu blinks again. "Niou-kun," he says.
Niou tilts his head. "Hn?"
Yagyuu tackles Niou to the floor. His lips brush Niou's stomach. Niou shivers.
"You have math equation here," Yagyuu murmurs. His voice vibrates on Niou's skin. Niou looks down. All he can see is Yagyuu's head covering his navel. Yagyuu licks his bellybutton.
Yagyuu says, "I need to erase it."
Niou lets him.
***
The house is quiet. The lights are turned off. The front windows are black. The porch creaks. He sucks in a breath. He pauses. Then he takes another step. He feels a bit…chafed. He feels a bit used, but not abused. If he thinks about it, Niou wonders just how much of Yagyuu's saliva has dried on his skin. Niou wonders just how much of Yagyuu's come is inside him.
When he moves in just the right way, his underwear is too damp. Niou thinks about a shower and then a soak in the tub-if his mother hasn't drained the bath yet.
He unlocks the door. There is silence and there are shadows. Niou toes his shoes off instead of chucking them against the wall. He creeps up the stairs.
And his mother stands at the top. Niou stops. His face is hot. His eyes are wide. She looks at him with a little smile on her lips.
"It's late," she says. His voice is low. The rest of his family is asleep.
Niou shrugs. He ducks deeper into the shadows. His face burns. His belly is tight and twisted and filled with Yagyuu. "The buses are still running," Niou says.
"Please call if you're going to be out that late again," she says.
Niou doesn't want to argue. He wants a shower. He nods. "Yeah, sure," he says.
She walks down the stairs towards him. Niou presses his back to the wall. Underneath, he can feel the sharp edges of framed photos. His mom touches the top of his hair. Niou shakes her off.
"Girls have to be a bit more careful," she says.
Niou says, "I'm not a girl."
***
In the bath tub, Niou slips two fingers inside his pussy. He frowns.
Still a girl…
***
There is a text message waiting from Yagyuu when Niou wakes up. He scratches his ass, then he adjusts his boobs. He yawns and presses okay. Subject: Important.
Message: Did you come?
Niou spits his orange juice across the table.
At school, Yagyuu meets him at the front gate. They walk across campus. The flush hasn't left Niou's face. He buries himself up to his nose in his scarf. Underneath the confession tree, Yagyuu stops.
"May I hold your hand?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou looks at him for a long while. Yagyuu holds his hand out like he wants a handshake. Niou lifts his hand. With mittens on, it's a bit difficult to hold hands.
"I'm sorry," Yagyuu says. With clothes on, he's different. He is reserved and stands at a polite distance from Niou, although they hold hands. Niou kicks at leaves. They crunch. Yagyuu takes a deep breath. "My text was inappropriate," Yagyuu says, "but I…" Yagyuu frowns. Niou stops walking. He glances over his shoulder. There's no one else around, except the soccer team running laps around their field.
"I need to know," Yagyuu says. "It's important to me that I…" Yagyuu's cheeks look pink. He bites his lip. His glasses fog up at the bottom.
Niou cocks his head to the side. He shakes Yagyuu's hand. "Eh?"
"That I pleasure you."
A pigeon plunges to the pavement from the fourth floor stairwell. Niou scuffs his shoe on a root of a willow tree. Yagyuu doesn't breath. Yagyuu doesn't move, either. Awkward silence drags on. Crows flap. They fly over to pick at the dead pigeon.
Niou sighs. He scratches the back of his hair. Yagyuu has a death grip on his other hand. When Niou says nothing, Yagyuu squeezes harder.
"I want to make it up to you," Yagyuu says. His voice is thick.
Cold air bites Niou through the gaps in his mitten yarn. He shivers. He really doesn't want to be here with Yagyuu. His bra is cutting into his back. Niou pulls his hand away. He adjusts his bra underneath his coat as best he can. Yagyuu looks at him with big eyes.
"Niou-kun," he says.
"Yagyuu," Niou says.
"Please."
Niou's temple throbs. I don't know how to fix it, he thinks.
"You know what Yukimura would say?" Niou asks. He walks away. He stuffs his mittens in his coat pockets. His skirt flutters at the edges. His thighs are cold and his toes are numb. His face is flushed and hot.
Yagyuu blinks. "Yukimura…?"
Niou touches his mole. He forces himself to smirk. "Practice makes perfect."
***
Yagyuu practices.
Niou intended it as a joke. It isn't funny lying on his back with his legs spread-eagle. It isn't sexy, either, with Yagyuu's face in his crotch.
Niou wishes Yagyuu would hurry it up. He lifts his hips and moans. It's fake. He picks his cuticles. Yagyuu licks. Niou listens for the sounds of the front door opening. The clock reads ten to five. Niou's back is sweaty. His calf is cramping up.
It's nice, but nothing amazing.
"This?" Yagyuu asks. He flicks his tongue. Niou looks down at him. Yagyuu looks ridiculous.
Niou grunts. "Yeah." Sure. Whatever.
Yagyuu licks again. He rubs his nose on the inside of Niou's thigh. Niou twitches. He moans. Yagyuu drags his tongue over Niou's skin. The bed creaks when Yagyuu shifts. Yagyuu puts his glasses back on.
Yagyuu sits up. His dick is hard. Niou stays still. Cold crawls over his skin. He wants to cover himself up. Yagyuu stares at him. His eyes rake down Niou's body. They are black and possessive. They peel Niou's skin off and open him up. Niou's belly cramps up with memories.
"It's not working, is it?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou is quiet. He pretends to pick at his nails. Yagyuu grabs his hand. Yagyuu pushes Niou down deeper into the mattress. He climbs on Niou's hips. His weight is sharp and heavy. Niou stiffens.
Yagyuu's frown softens a little. He swallows. He clears his throat. "May I…?"
I wanna come is what he doesn't say.
Niou nods. Yagyuu pushes inside and groans.
***
Niou picks up a bento from Familymart on the way to school. He swings the plastic bag into the knees of two junior girls in front of him. They shriek. It never gets old. It doesn't matter that he has a skirt too. Being a pest is mollifying.
He burns magnesium in chemistry and he shoots model balls in physics. One beams Marui in the head. He yells. It's a beautiful sound. Now, Niou can bat his lashes at the teacher. "But sensei, I didn't mean to". Behind the teacher's back, Niou smirks at Marui.
"Any luck with Jackal?" he asks. Niou winks.
Marui's glare withers. He sighs. He tucks his round chin into his hands. "Jackal says we should just be friends. He's crazy."
"He's a chick," Niou says.
"So are you-wait, you're the batshit one, moron!" Marui says.
Niou smirks. Today is a good day. Finally the weather must be cold enough for Yagyuu to keep his paws to himself. Niou skips to the stairwell at lunch time. "Darling?" he calls. His voice echoes up the flights of steps.
"Niou-kun," Yagyuu says. He stands behind Niou. The back of Niou's neck tingles. So does his pussy.
Niou ignores it.
For once, Yagyuu's hand isn't on Niou's knee. Niou eats his bento. He flicks bits of rice onto the opposite wall. Yagyuu works on math problems. Niou hovers. "That's wrong," he says. Niou doesn't offer help.
He watches Yagyuu, which is bowed over his textbook. He ignores Niou, except to say, "Please give me my eraser back, Masaharu."
Niou blinks. He gives Yagyuu his eraser back, all five sections that he has ripped it into. "Yagyuu," he says. Niou leans on Yagyuu's arm. He presses his boobs to Yagyuu's elbow.
Yagyuu freezes. Niou's stomach jumps. When Yagyuu pushes him away, Niou's jaw drops. He's used to Yagyuu's pawing. Now, there is nothing. The familiar knots of anticipation inside wither. The stairwell seems colder and harder. Niou's butt hurts sitting on the ledge like this.
He curls his lip up. Niou picks his bags up. He leaves the remnants of his bento for Yagyuu to pick up. Ass, he thinks. So we're back to where we started?
Because he has nothing better to do, Niou skips afternoon classes. Frost has eaten away at the green landscape by the river. Niou picks up dead grey stones with his mittens-they refuse to skip across the river's surface. Niou throws them in instead. They make plunk and plonk sounds.
Niou rips up bits of yellow grass. He sits on the river bank next to his bag. The sky is endless, but the blue colour lacks warmth. His legs are cold. His socks don't come up high enough on his legs. Niou hugs them to his chest.
If they're back to square one, will Yagyuu force him again?
Niou stares out at the slate river. He swallows.
Over anything else, he's happy to lie. No Yagyuu, I didn't come. No, it wasn't mind-blowing. It felt weird. It felt slimy. It felt…
Niou closes his eyes. He leans back on the grass. It pokes his back through his coat. Weak sunlight patters across his face. Crows caw in the distance. He stays like this for a while until he hears his name.
Yagyuu looks down at him.
School is finished.
"Tennis?" Niou asks. Yagyuu shakes his head. "Prefect's meeting?" Yagyuu keeps shaking his head.
You ignored me at lunch.
Niou grunts. He rolls onto his side. He tucks his arm under his head. Make me get up, he thinks.
Yagyuu pulls at Niou's hand. "Sorry," he says when Niou doesn't move. "Niou-kun, let's go study at my house."
Niou bites his lip to stop himself from laughing. His body slackens. Yagyuu pulls him up. Niou starts to walk toward the roads behind rows of houses along the bank. Yagyuu picks leaves and dead grass off Niou's arms.
"Let's go that way," Yagyuu says. He nods to the other direction. There is a park with tall, overgrown trees. Inside, there is a derelict pathway lined with jizo statues. Niou shrugs. He has nothing better to do.
Yagyuu makes no moves. Yagyuu doesn't grab Niou's tits or stuff his hands up Niou's skirt. He holds out his arm. Niou gives him a funny look. Yagyuu holds his arm out longer. Niou takes it. He doesn't know what Yagyuu is up to.
Leaves and gravel crunch under their shoes. The silence of the forest is a little creepy. Niou looks up into the skeletal branches. Crows look down at him with liquid black eyes. Thick underbrush drowns out the traffic. They can't be far from the road.
Yagyuu walks off the path into the bushes.
"Didn't know you enjoyed hiking," Niou mutters.
"Only when I'm with you," Yagyuu says.
Touché.
Niou can't see anything worthwhile in the bushes: fallen branches, yellowing moss, layers and layers of leaves and twigs that cling to their coats and schoolbags. When they can't see the pathway either, Yagyuu stops. He stands at the top of a rise. Then, he slides down. Niou falls down with him. He crashes into Yagyuu.
Yagyuu's glasses gleam in the fading light. His hand rides up Niou's thigh. Niou gasps. Yagyuu's fingers are icy. They burn a frigid path to the elastic of his underpants.
"Yagyuu!" he snaps. Cold cold cold cold COLD!
Yagyuu pushes Niou into a tree. The trunk is hard and uneven. It hurts. Niou struggles. Yagyuu kisses him hard. Niou wiggles. As Yagyuu's hands warm up between his thighs, it's easier to give in.
Until Niou turns his head, and Yagyuu licks his neck. The saliva trail cools in the air. Niou moans at the second caress. Hot and cold flush through his body. His legs part a little more for Yagyuu's hands. Niou opens his eyes. Through the trees, he can see the distinct green and blue sign of a Familymart.
His heart races. His pussy tingles. His legs shake. More and more, Yagyuu holds him up. Niou shakes his head. He forgets how to speak. Yagyuu has a hand between Niou's coat and his shirt. "Niou-kun," he murmurs. His dick is hard and pulsing through his pants.
Niou shakes his head faster. "No!" he gasps. His pussy is so wet. Yagyuu's hand is so close. It crawls down Niou's stomach. He squeezes his legs together. The Familymart is so close. He holds his breath. A moan rises in his throat. Yagyuu kisses him. Niou shakes.
"There's a-nnngh!"
Yagyuu's fingers are in his cunt. Niou is too wet, and too slippery. He pants. The Familymart is right there! He clings to Yagyuu. The tree is uncomfortable-the bark digs into his shoulder blades. Niou bucks against Yagyuu anyway. His stomach is tight and coiled up. A wave rushes through his body. It builds higher and higher toward something…
Yagyuu pulls back. He adjusts his glasses. He turns his head. "Ah, there is a Familymart," he says.
His lips have a phantom smile.
***
After school, Jackal asks: "You wanna do something crazy?"
Like Niou can resist.
He blows Yagyuu off: hangin with the girls (.3.) Yagyuu doesn't respond to Niou's text message. There are no invitations to study after supper: this suits Niou just fine.
Instead, Jackal has something else. They walk to Jackal's place. It smells like beans, but his mom is nice enough. She doesn't understand what Niou says and Niou doesn't understand what she says. She leaves them alone with a tray of red bean cookies and tea.
Jackal's room is normal. There is no hint of him being a chick, except the bras draped from a hanging rack. They flutter softly as Niou moves around. He opens Jackal's drawers. He touches Jackal's books. He swipes a square of chocolate from the open bar on Jackal's desk.
"Uh, that was Bunta's," Jackal says.
Niou makes a face.
"From a couple months ago."
Niou regrets swallowing it.
"So this is it," Jackal says. He holds it up.
A self-piercer.
"Jan-ken-po for who goes first?"
***
They both scream.
It doesn't matter who goes first.
***
Niou rubs his ears. After three days, they are still red. But the studs look nice.
Yagyuu notices at lunch time. He sets his chopsticks down on the window ledge. Then he sets his bento down beside them. He takes Niou's bento away from him; he sets that down too.
"I was eating that," Niou says.
"I'd rather eat you," Yagyuu says. He clears his throat, but the apology gets stuck.
Niou's insides twist in a hot mess. He can't breathe when Yagyuu takes his hand. Sounds of students laughing and footsteps approaching and falling back fade into the background. Yagyuu pushes him into the wall. He sucks on Niou's ear. Niou hisses. Yagyuu has a hand on Niou's thigh. Niou says, "No!"
Yagyuu says yes.
Niou shakes. He's wet before Yagyuu's fingers dip under his panties. Yagyuu stuffs his face between Niou's tits. Niou shakes his head. Anyone could see.
Anyone could find them.
The window is right beside them. Yagyuu pushes Niou's underpants down. Niou moans. Yagyuu kisses him. Niou kisses back. He's afraid. He's melting. The fear freezes him and makes his heart pound. His chest feels like it's going to break and his clit is on fire.
Yagyuu unzips his pants. He pushes against Niou. Niou moans. "Yagyuu!" His thighs squeeze Yagyuu. His hands dig into the spot part of Yagyuu's shoulders. Yagyuu bites Niou's ear lobe. He pulls back and pushes inside.
Two thrusts and something rips through Niou. He clings to Yagyuu's arms. His pussy shudders around Yagyuu's dick. He cries. Waves of pleasure pulse through his veins and his limbs, over and over. Niou can’t stop them. He bucks back on Yagyuu. Their bodies slap together.
Yagyuu helps Niou with his underpants. Yagyuu helps Niou adjust his skirt. He wipes Niou's thighs with his handkerchief, then he folds it up. Niou touches his cheeks. They burn. His heart races, even afterward. Every single pore on his body is flung open and sensitized. His jumper is scratchy. His shoes are flat. The strap of his bag is bumpy and smooth nylon and the school walls have a sleek, bubbly feel to the painted cement.
"I like your earrings," Yagyuu says. He clears his throat. "They're very pretty."
***
Niou's body is hypersensitive all day. He thinks about it.
Yagyuu doesn't send a gloating textmessage. You came! \(^-^)/
Niou waits. Nothing shows up in his cellphone inbox. He takes his cellphone into the bath tub. He plays with the buttons. Steam curls around him. His skin is pink and cooked and cleaned. Yagyuu is silent.
Niou runs a hand through his hair to shake it out. He looks in the mirror. The studs gleam in the golden light.
***
It's afternoon tennis practice and Niou is horny. If he was a guy, his balls would have turned blue hours ago. Instead there is an insatiable itch in his cunt. He squeezes his thighs together. He squirms. The weather is warm for February.
Yagyuu changes. Niou sits on the bench in the locker room. He watches Yagyuu's muscles shift. His eyes linger on the trail of dark fuzz below Yagyuu's belly button. Niou clenches his cunt, and then he wiggles some more.
"I'll get the balls," Yagyuu says.
Niou locks himself in a toilet stall and rubs his tits. He moans. He leaves his skirt on and he cups his pussy under his underpants. They are lacy and pink, but it's a Wednesday. He opens the clubhouse door. A crisp breeze lifts his skirt up.
Yagyuu drops the ball from his hand. His throat bobs. He walks to the storage shed and Niou follows. He closes the door. Between baskets of sweat-stained balls and a tangled up net, they have wild, frantic sex. Niou yanks Yagyuu's trackpants down. Yagyuu bites Niou's neck. Niou claws and clings to Yagyuu. He rides Yagyuu's dick. His cries hang in the stifled air as Yagyuu consumes him. Niou bounces. Sweat slides between his breasts. Yagyuu licks it up.
The walls shake. Niou bucks his hips. "I'm going to come…" Yagyuu says. He groans. Niou shivers. His pussy is numb. The itch is so deep to scratch.He squeezes himself around Yagyuu's dick. Niou throws his head back.
The door opens. Yukimura stands there. His jaw hits the floor.
Yagyuu comes. His balls slap against Niou's thighs. Niou's body is on fire. Yagyuu thrusts again and Niou climbs off. He pushes his skirt down. He pulls his panties up. Niou's cheeks are red. Yagyuu just looks pale as he turns around.
"Er…" he says.
Niou slinks past Yukimura. He hides in the stands around the tennis courts. Yagyuu runs silent laps. Post-sex, his body is relaxed and loose. Yukimura walks around like a zombie. He avoids Yagyuu. He meets Niou at the water fountain.
"Um," Yukimura says. He fixes his sweat band. Yukimura shifts his eyes. Niou's face is warm.
"You can do it like that?" he asks. "Standing up?"
Niou avoids answering. He plays with his rat tail. Yagyuu rubbed his pussy the right way. All he can think about it having Yagyuu's dick inside him again. He needs more. Niou shifts his weight onto his other foot. His clit throbs.
"You didn't know you could?" Niou says.
Yukimura sighs. He looks away. He looks onto the courts. Sanada is playing with Jackal. His boobs bounce as much as the ball.
Niou laughs under his breath. "I thought you guys were doing it."
Yukimura's lips thin. "Shut up," he says. "We're taking our time."
"You mean, Sanada's being frigid," Niou says.
"I'm not going to force Sanada," Yukimura says.
Niou says nothing.
Author: Ociwen
Rating: NC17
Warning: Everything you can possibly think of, and then some. Spoilers for 40.5 and the entire series.
Disclaimer: Konomi owns all, except for Marui's crocs.
Summary: Niou is a girl, and everything pushed to the edge.
Author's Notes: This is one-shot fic related to Dénoument, We'll Always Have Kanagawa and Accidentally All Right. The fics can be read separately, but they make more sense together. Written for Niou's birthday 2008. Happy Birthday Niou!
This fic has been truncated into 14 parts due to length. The parts are NOT chapters. This is a one-shot fic.
The excuse "I'm having my period" only works for a week.
Niou takes the subway to school. He walks from the station exit to the courts by himself. He watches Sanada and Yukimura exit at the north gate bus stop. Sometimes, they hold hands. Yukimura rubs his mittens and waits for Sanada. Sanada flushes. Yukimura asks if Sanada is cold or not. Niou lurks by a brick retaining wall. They never notice him.
Niou's thighs are cold. The air bites through his skirt.
He and Yagyuu come to tennis practice maybe half the time. Yagyuu studies in the morning review sessions and Niou studies in the library. On his own, no one bothers Niou. No one touches his leg under the table. No one strokes the sensitive skin on his knees.
Yagyuu may be a gentleman, but he never asks Niou if he is cold. "Good morning," he says. His eyes move down Niou's body, then up. They rest in the v of his school blouse. Niou shivers. Yagyuu's head moves. He never realizes how obvious it is where a megane looks. Their heads constantly move to adjust for the blind spots.
Niou makes a point to wear shorts under his skirt. Yagyuu seems to make a point to use lasers in his game. Niou has to run to the net. His skirt flips up. Yagyuu parts his lips. His heavy sigh is a puff in the air. Niou's heart skips a beat. He hates the chill in his belly that forms each and every time Yagyuu speaks to him.
But at the same time, Niou craves it.
He sits in English class and wonders what it would be like to be wet and aching for Yagyuu. He wonders what it would be like to shake and shiver on top of Yagyuu, to ride Yagyuu until his cunt was rubbed raw. There are odd nights where Niou touches himself. The autumn moon is ripe and corn-yellow as it streams into his bedroom. He pushes blunt fingers inside himself and sighs. It's okay. The chewing desire in his belly is sated for the moment.
But Yagyuu…
Yagyuu made it clear he's not interested in the platonic handholding that Sanada and Yukimura do, day-in and day-out. Yagyuu isn't interested in dancing around these pheromones that make Niou stand closer to Yagyuu in the lunch line and that make Yagyuu lick his neck in the basement stairwell of the east wing.
Those subconscious smells of attraction make Niou sigh and tip his head back. Yagyuu might not be good, but he tries. He doesn't ask, "Is this okay?" "Is this all right?" He assumes that it's okay to put his sweaty palm on Niou's thigh. He assumes that it's okay to unbutton Niou's shirt.
Niou pushes Yagyuu's hands away.
Yagyuu cups Niou's boob. Niou hisses. Yagyuu bites on Niou's earlobe. Niou hates the slime of Yagyuu's kisses there. He jerks his head up. Yagyuu licks the shell of his ear instead. It's still gross. Yagyuu's hand rubs Niou's boob until his nipple stiffens.
Damn those pheromones.
The bell rings for the end of lunch. Niou picks up his bento. He'll eat it during Politics. Yagyuu says, "Let me walk you to class" because he assumes that it is the gentlemanly thing to do after sticking his hand down Niou's shirt again.
Niou wears cardigans.
Yagyuu asks Niou if he can take them off. And then his long fingers inch a warm path down Niou's cold skin until Yagyuu touches his nipples. Niou cannot bite back his moans forever. It feels good.
"Do you want to study at my house tonight?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou says no.
At lunch time, Yagyuu kisses Niou hard. Niou gasps. His chest is heavy and tight. Yagyuu holds him closer. Niou can feel Yagyuu's erection on his thigh.
"Do you want to study at your house tonight?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou says no. He laughs it off with a smirk. He plays with his rat tail and pretends it's no big deal. But he can't anymore. Yagyuu pushes him into a wall. Yagyuu's hand is on his leg. His fingers skim the hem of Niou's shorts. Yagyuu's other hand holds the back of Niou's neck. Yagyuu is taller than he was in the summer: he's faster and he wants more.
Niou is dizzy. He kisses Yagyuu back. There isn't much else he can do with Yagyuu's tongue in his mouth. Yagyuu tastes like fried sweet potato. Niou's stomach growls.
He eats lunch during Biology. It is the last period of the day. Niou chews on a Madeleine cake. He flicks the crumbs onto the decimated frog carcasses. Marui's face falls when he sees the wrapper.
"What a waste," Marui says.
Niou sets down his Madeleine cake beside the tray of frog intestines. They look like the mushroom and chop suey special served in the cafeteria yesterday. Niou pokes at one of the intestines with his chopstick. He dangles it over Marui's head.
"What a waste," Niou echoes.
Sanada and Yukimura play tennis after school. The weather has grown cold enough that Niou can taste the frost in the air. He stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets. The walk to the subway seems twice as long when his fingers are numb.
Between bicycles and the odd cars, Niou darts across the road. He walks faster. His thighs prickle when the wind picks up a little. All of the hairs on his legs stand up. He shivers.
"Niou-kun!"
Yagyuu runs down the road to Niou. He slows to a halt and falls in step with Niou. Yagyuu slows down more to match Niou's pace.
"Do you want to-"
"No," Niou says.
Yagyuu frowns into his scarf. His glasses slip down his nose. Niou resists the urge to pluck them off and run away with them. He's not in the mood. The tension between them grows and knots up, like Niou's stomach.
"You're not…" Yagyuu starts. He clears his throat. His cheeks flush a little. "It's highly unlikely that you are still…that time of the month." Yagyuu's face reddens. Niou's lips twitch. "So…please," Yagyuu says.
Niou stops walking.
Yagyuu runs ahead of him. He bows down and says, louder than before, "Please!"
Niou hesitates. Then he sighs. "Okay."
***
On the subway, Yagyuu touches Niou's hand. His fingers are hot.
"Are you okay?" he asks. His fingers weave between Niou's. In and out. In and out.
Niou takes his hand away.
"I'll be gentle," Yagyuu mutters.
Niou wants to believe him. The hard gleam in Yagyuu's eyes-the reflection of the platform lights-still leaves a lump in Niou's throat.
***
One of the houses on Yagyuu's street has a shedding garden. It molts red maple leaves and yellow ginko. A hibiscus blossom is lonely on a bush. Niou rips it from the stalk. It falls to the ground behind him. Its death sentence will be: crushed by bicycle wheels.
Niou is certain that his will be related to Yagyuu.
Yagyuu's house is empty. It sits on the left-side of an attached block. There is a narrow pathway through to the front door. Niou follows Yagyuu. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His heart won't stop pounding.
Yagyuu takes Niou's coat. Niou does not say thank you.
Yagyuu asks if Niou wants a snack. Niou snorts.
Just get it over with! Niou thinks. Yagyuu's body is strung up so tight. His tendons snap. His motions are robotic. His words are mechanical. He's got a stiffy and Niou isn't blind.
Niou walks to Yagyuu's bedroom first. The smell has changed along with the seasons. He blinks, then opens the door.
Yagyuu's desk is covered in flowers. Not roses, but wilting, limp camellias. They drip petals onto his textbooks and his golf magazines. They must be a week old; their perfume has gone stagnant.
Yagyuu closes the door.
He's been waiting a week for this.
Niou exhales. He leans his head back just enough. Yagyuu kisses him on the mouth. Niou sighs onto Yagyuu's lips. He lets Yagyuu lift his arms and peel the cardigan from his body. Yagyuu's mouth is wet and tasteless, but Niou finds the lingering sharp mint of mouthwash under Yagyuu's tongue. He shifts. Yagyuu kisses him harder. Yagyuu's hands are on the back of his neck. Yagyuu's hands shake. His kisses grow deeper and harder, then Yagyuu pulls back. He balls his fist.
Niou looks at him. For a moment, Niou closes his eyes. He listens to the sound of Yagyuu's ragged breathing. Then Niou unbuttons his shirt. He exhales, and he undoes the clasp on the band of his bra. His stomach shudders when he breathes. His nipples stiffen in the naked air. Niou bites his tongue. His throat is dry. His lips feel chapped from Yagyuu's saliva. It tingles.
"Niou-kun," Yagyuu says. His voice cracks. Yagyuu sets his glasses on his desk. He takes off his shirt. Niou watches his movements. Yagyuu's body jerks. He fumbles with his buttons.
"Now we're both equal," Yagyuu says. His chest is flat and warm. His nipples are stiff and brown like his. They look the same as they did in the tennis clubhouse changing room.
When their chests touch, Niou gasps. Yagyuu licks his neck. Niou doesn't say anything. He sighs and makes little noises. They are the same sorts of noises he makes when he plays darts. They mean nothing, but they make Yagyuu groan. Yagyuu's grunts and pants hang in the air. There is the sound of pants rustling, and the snap of Niou's panties' waistband. Mostly, it is the soft, slapping noises their bodies make together.
Love love pon pon, Niou thinks. He doesn't laugh. The onomatopoeian joke seems childish now.
Yagyuu touches his breasts. Yagyuu touches his stomach. Yagyuu spreads his palms over the inside of Niou's thighs. Niou freezes. Yagyuu looks at him, but his eyes are black and unfocused. Niou touches Yagyuu's temple. His hair is damp and the part is messed up.
Yagyuu calls Niou by his first name. Niou holds his breath. He can't move. All he can remember is the feeling of Yagyuu pushing inside him the first time. All he can remember is Yagyuu's heavy weight and the way his body tensed up in protest. He didn't want it then. Niou isn't sure he wants it now, either.
But they are naked. Niou is supine on Yagyuu's bed. Yagyuu's face is between Niou's legs. Yagyuu licks his thigh. Niou gasps. Yagyuu licks higher. Niou gasps again.
"No!" he says.
Niou doesn't know if he means it.
Yagyuu stops.
Niou digs his hands into Yagyuu's hair. His belly is tight. His cunt is warm and burning with anticipation. He shudders when Yagyuu licks him again. Yagyuu is slow to start. Niou presses his thighs around Yagyuu's head. Yagyuu pushes them apart with his hands. The tendons in his wrist shift.
Niou closes his eyes and leans back. It feels good. This is better than his own fingers. The pillows under his head are warm and damp. Yagyuu's tongue circles his clit. Niou pants. Yagyuu's hands hold Niou's thighs down. He tries to move. He tries to buck his hips. Yagyuu won't let him. Unbearable fullness builds up in his belly. Niou wants to give into it. He moans.
Yagyuu…
Yagyuu pulls back.
Yagyuu wipes his mouth with a handkerchief. It's dark enough that Niou can only see the contours of Yagyuu's body when he stands. His dick is swollen. Yagyuu murmurs, "Niou-kun" when he pushes into Niou's cunt. The second time, it doesn't hurt. This time, Niou is wet.
Their bodies slap together. Love love pon pon. The noise doesn't sound like that at all. Niou stares at the ceiling. Yagyuu huffs into his shoulder. The full feeling starts to fade in Niou's belly. He lifts a leg up. He squeezes himself around Yagyuu.
Yagyuu sucks in a breath. He comes with frantic thrusting. Niou lies there in the semi-darkness. He thinks about how Yagyuu is squishing his boobs.
Yagyuu rolls off Niou and then he sighs.
Niou sighs too.
***
They study without clothes on.
Seeing Yagyuu with his glasses on and nothing else, hunched over a math textbook makes Niou laugh. Yagyuu blinks. His glasses slip down his nose. Niou shakes his head. Snickering feels good.
"What?" Yagyuu asks.
"Dork," Niou says.
Yagyuu blinks again. "Niou-kun," he says.
Niou tilts his head. "Hn?"
Yagyuu tackles Niou to the floor. His lips brush Niou's stomach. Niou shivers.
"You have math equation here," Yagyuu murmurs. His voice vibrates on Niou's skin. Niou looks down. All he can see is Yagyuu's head covering his navel. Yagyuu licks his bellybutton.
Yagyuu says, "I need to erase it."
Niou lets him.
***
The house is quiet. The lights are turned off. The front windows are black. The porch creaks. He sucks in a breath. He pauses. Then he takes another step. He feels a bit…chafed. He feels a bit used, but not abused. If he thinks about it, Niou wonders just how much of Yagyuu's saliva has dried on his skin. Niou wonders just how much of Yagyuu's come is inside him.
When he moves in just the right way, his underwear is too damp. Niou thinks about a shower and then a soak in the tub-if his mother hasn't drained the bath yet.
He unlocks the door. There is silence and there are shadows. Niou toes his shoes off instead of chucking them against the wall. He creeps up the stairs.
And his mother stands at the top. Niou stops. His face is hot. His eyes are wide. She looks at him with a little smile on her lips.
"It's late," she says. His voice is low. The rest of his family is asleep.
Niou shrugs. He ducks deeper into the shadows. His face burns. His belly is tight and twisted and filled with Yagyuu. "The buses are still running," Niou says.
"Please call if you're going to be out that late again," she says.
Niou doesn't want to argue. He wants a shower. He nods. "Yeah, sure," he says.
She walks down the stairs towards him. Niou presses his back to the wall. Underneath, he can feel the sharp edges of framed photos. His mom touches the top of his hair. Niou shakes her off.
"Girls have to be a bit more careful," she says.
Niou says, "I'm not a girl."
***
In the bath tub, Niou slips two fingers inside his pussy. He frowns.
Still a girl…
***
There is a text message waiting from Yagyuu when Niou wakes up. He scratches his ass, then he adjusts his boobs. He yawns and presses okay. Subject: Important.
Message: Did you come?
Niou spits his orange juice across the table.
At school, Yagyuu meets him at the front gate. They walk across campus. The flush hasn't left Niou's face. He buries himself up to his nose in his scarf. Underneath the confession tree, Yagyuu stops.
"May I hold your hand?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou looks at him for a long while. Yagyuu holds his hand out like he wants a handshake. Niou lifts his hand. With mittens on, it's a bit difficult to hold hands.
"I'm sorry," Yagyuu says. With clothes on, he's different. He is reserved and stands at a polite distance from Niou, although they hold hands. Niou kicks at leaves. They crunch. Yagyuu takes a deep breath. "My text was inappropriate," Yagyuu says, "but I…" Yagyuu frowns. Niou stops walking. He glances over his shoulder. There's no one else around, except the soccer team running laps around their field.
"I need to know," Yagyuu says. "It's important to me that I…" Yagyuu's cheeks look pink. He bites his lip. His glasses fog up at the bottom.
Niou cocks his head to the side. He shakes Yagyuu's hand. "Eh?"
"That I pleasure you."
A pigeon plunges to the pavement from the fourth floor stairwell. Niou scuffs his shoe on a root of a willow tree. Yagyuu doesn't breath. Yagyuu doesn't move, either. Awkward silence drags on. Crows flap. They fly over to pick at the dead pigeon.
Niou sighs. He scratches the back of his hair. Yagyuu has a death grip on his other hand. When Niou says nothing, Yagyuu squeezes harder.
"I want to make it up to you," Yagyuu says. His voice is thick.
Cold air bites Niou through the gaps in his mitten yarn. He shivers. He really doesn't want to be here with Yagyuu. His bra is cutting into his back. Niou pulls his hand away. He adjusts his bra underneath his coat as best he can. Yagyuu looks at him with big eyes.
"Niou-kun," he says.
"Yagyuu," Niou says.
"Please."
Niou's temple throbs. I don't know how to fix it, he thinks.
"You know what Yukimura would say?" Niou asks. He walks away. He stuffs his mittens in his coat pockets. His skirt flutters at the edges. His thighs are cold and his toes are numb. His face is flushed and hot.
Yagyuu blinks. "Yukimura…?"
Niou touches his mole. He forces himself to smirk. "Practice makes perfect."
***
Yagyuu practices.
Niou intended it as a joke. It isn't funny lying on his back with his legs spread-eagle. It isn't sexy, either, with Yagyuu's face in his crotch.
Niou wishes Yagyuu would hurry it up. He lifts his hips and moans. It's fake. He picks his cuticles. Yagyuu licks. Niou listens for the sounds of the front door opening. The clock reads ten to five. Niou's back is sweaty. His calf is cramping up.
It's nice, but nothing amazing.
"This?" Yagyuu asks. He flicks his tongue. Niou looks down at him. Yagyuu looks ridiculous.
Niou grunts. "Yeah." Sure. Whatever.
Yagyuu licks again. He rubs his nose on the inside of Niou's thigh. Niou twitches. He moans. Yagyuu drags his tongue over Niou's skin. The bed creaks when Yagyuu shifts. Yagyuu puts his glasses back on.
Yagyuu sits up. His dick is hard. Niou stays still. Cold crawls over his skin. He wants to cover himself up. Yagyuu stares at him. His eyes rake down Niou's body. They are black and possessive. They peel Niou's skin off and open him up. Niou's belly cramps up with memories.
"It's not working, is it?" Yagyuu asks.
Niou is quiet. He pretends to pick at his nails. Yagyuu grabs his hand. Yagyuu pushes Niou down deeper into the mattress. He climbs on Niou's hips. His weight is sharp and heavy. Niou stiffens.
Yagyuu's frown softens a little. He swallows. He clears his throat. "May I…?"
I wanna come is what he doesn't say.
Niou nods. Yagyuu pushes inside and groans.
***
Niou picks up a bento from Familymart on the way to school. He swings the plastic bag into the knees of two junior girls in front of him. They shriek. It never gets old. It doesn't matter that he has a skirt too. Being a pest is mollifying.
He burns magnesium in chemistry and he shoots model balls in physics. One beams Marui in the head. He yells. It's a beautiful sound. Now, Niou can bat his lashes at the teacher. "But sensei, I didn't mean to". Behind the teacher's back, Niou smirks at Marui.
"Any luck with Jackal?" he asks. Niou winks.
Marui's glare withers. He sighs. He tucks his round chin into his hands. "Jackal says we should just be friends. He's crazy."
"He's a chick," Niou says.
"So are you-wait, you're the batshit one, moron!" Marui says.
Niou smirks. Today is a good day. Finally the weather must be cold enough for Yagyuu to keep his paws to himself. Niou skips to the stairwell at lunch time. "Darling?" he calls. His voice echoes up the flights of steps.
"Niou-kun," Yagyuu says. He stands behind Niou. The back of Niou's neck tingles. So does his pussy.
Niou ignores it.
For once, Yagyuu's hand isn't on Niou's knee. Niou eats his bento. He flicks bits of rice onto the opposite wall. Yagyuu works on math problems. Niou hovers. "That's wrong," he says. Niou doesn't offer help.
He watches Yagyuu, which is bowed over his textbook. He ignores Niou, except to say, "Please give me my eraser back, Masaharu."
Niou blinks. He gives Yagyuu his eraser back, all five sections that he has ripped it into. "Yagyuu," he says. Niou leans on Yagyuu's arm. He presses his boobs to Yagyuu's elbow.
Yagyuu freezes. Niou's stomach jumps. When Yagyuu pushes him away, Niou's jaw drops. He's used to Yagyuu's pawing. Now, there is nothing. The familiar knots of anticipation inside wither. The stairwell seems colder and harder. Niou's butt hurts sitting on the ledge like this.
He curls his lip up. Niou picks his bags up. He leaves the remnants of his bento for Yagyuu to pick up. Ass, he thinks. So we're back to where we started?
Because he has nothing better to do, Niou skips afternoon classes. Frost has eaten away at the green landscape by the river. Niou picks up dead grey stones with his mittens-they refuse to skip across the river's surface. Niou throws them in instead. They make plunk and plonk sounds.
Niou rips up bits of yellow grass. He sits on the river bank next to his bag. The sky is endless, but the blue colour lacks warmth. His legs are cold. His socks don't come up high enough on his legs. Niou hugs them to his chest.
If they're back to square one, will Yagyuu force him again?
Niou stares out at the slate river. He swallows.
Over anything else, he's happy to lie. No Yagyuu, I didn't come. No, it wasn't mind-blowing. It felt weird. It felt slimy. It felt…
Niou closes his eyes. He leans back on the grass. It pokes his back through his coat. Weak sunlight patters across his face. Crows caw in the distance. He stays like this for a while until he hears his name.
Yagyuu looks down at him.
School is finished.
"Tennis?" Niou asks. Yagyuu shakes his head. "Prefect's meeting?" Yagyuu keeps shaking his head.
You ignored me at lunch.
Niou grunts. He rolls onto his side. He tucks his arm under his head. Make me get up, he thinks.
Yagyuu pulls at Niou's hand. "Sorry," he says when Niou doesn't move. "Niou-kun, let's go study at my house."
Niou bites his lip to stop himself from laughing. His body slackens. Yagyuu pulls him up. Niou starts to walk toward the roads behind rows of houses along the bank. Yagyuu picks leaves and dead grass off Niou's arms.
"Let's go that way," Yagyuu says. He nods to the other direction. There is a park with tall, overgrown trees. Inside, there is a derelict pathway lined with jizo statues. Niou shrugs. He has nothing better to do.
Yagyuu makes no moves. Yagyuu doesn't grab Niou's tits or stuff his hands up Niou's skirt. He holds out his arm. Niou gives him a funny look. Yagyuu holds his arm out longer. Niou takes it. He doesn't know what Yagyuu is up to.
Leaves and gravel crunch under their shoes. The silence of the forest is a little creepy. Niou looks up into the skeletal branches. Crows look down at him with liquid black eyes. Thick underbrush drowns out the traffic. They can't be far from the road.
Yagyuu walks off the path into the bushes.
"Didn't know you enjoyed hiking," Niou mutters.
"Only when I'm with you," Yagyuu says.
Touché.
Niou can't see anything worthwhile in the bushes: fallen branches, yellowing moss, layers and layers of leaves and twigs that cling to their coats and schoolbags. When they can't see the pathway either, Yagyuu stops. He stands at the top of a rise. Then, he slides down. Niou falls down with him. He crashes into Yagyuu.
Yagyuu's glasses gleam in the fading light. His hand rides up Niou's thigh. Niou gasps. Yagyuu's fingers are icy. They burn a frigid path to the elastic of his underpants.
"Yagyuu!" he snaps. Cold cold cold cold COLD!
Yagyuu pushes Niou into a tree. The trunk is hard and uneven. It hurts. Niou struggles. Yagyuu kisses him hard. Niou wiggles. As Yagyuu's hands warm up between his thighs, it's easier to give in.
Until Niou turns his head, and Yagyuu licks his neck. The saliva trail cools in the air. Niou moans at the second caress. Hot and cold flush through his body. His legs part a little more for Yagyuu's hands. Niou opens his eyes. Through the trees, he can see the distinct green and blue sign of a Familymart.
His heart races. His pussy tingles. His legs shake. More and more, Yagyuu holds him up. Niou shakes his head. He forgets how to speak. Yagyuu has a hand between Niou's coat and his shirt. "Niou-kun," he murmurs. His dick is hard and pulsing through his pants.
Niou shakes his head faster. "No!" he gasps. His pussy is so wet. Yagyuu's hand is so close. It crawls down Niou's stomach. He squeezes his legs together. The Familymart is so close. He holds his breath. A moan rises in his throat. Yagyuu kisses him. Niou shakes.
"There's a-nnngh!"
Yagyuu's fingers are in his cunt. Niou is too wet, and too slippery. He pants. The Familymart is right there! He clings to Yagyuu. The tree is uncomfortable-the bark digs into his shoulder blades. Niou bucks against Yagyuu anyway. His stomach is tight and coiled up. A wave rushes through his body. It builds higher and higher toward something…
Yagyuu pulls back. He adjusts his glasses. He turns his head. "Ah, there is a Familymart," he says.
His lips have a phantom smile.
***
After school, Jackal asks: "You wanna do something crazy?"
Like Niou can resist.
He blows Yagyuu off: hangin with the girls (.3.) Yagyuu doesn't respond to Niou's text message. There are no invitations to study after supper: this suits Niou just fine.
Instead, Jackal has something else. They walk to Jackal's place. It smells like beans, but his mom is nice enough. She doesn't understand what Niou says and Niou doesn't understand what she says. She leaves them alone with a tray of red bean cookies and tea.
Jackal's room is normal. There is no hint of him being a chick, except the bras draped from a hanging rack. They flutter softly as Niou moves around. He opens Jackal's drawers. He touches Jackal's books. He swipes a square of chocolate from the open bar on Jackal's desk.
"Uh, that was Bunta's," Jackal says.
Niou makes a face.
"From a couple months ago."
Niou regrets swallowing it.
"So this is it," Jackal says. He holds it up.
A self-piercer.
"Jan-ken-po for who goes first?"
***
They both scream.
It doesn't matter who goes first.
***
Niou rubs his ears. After three days, they are still red. But the studs look nice.
Yagyuu notices at lunch time. He sets his chopsticks down on the window ledge. Then he sets his bento down beside them. He takes Niou's bento away from him; he sets that down too.
"I was eating that," Niou says.
"I'd rather eat you," Yagyuu says. He clears his throat, but the apology gets stuck.
Niou's insides twist in a hot mess. He can't breathe when Yagyuu takes his hand. Sounds of students laughing and footsteps approaching and falling back fade into the background. Yagyuu pushes him into the wall. He sucks on Niou's ear. Niou hisses. Yagyuu has a hand on Niou's thigh. Niou says, "No!"
Yagyuu says yes.
Niou shakes. He's wet before Yagyuu's fingers dip under his panties. Yagyuu stuffs his face between Niou's tits. Niou shakes his head. Anyone could see.
Anyone could find them.
The window is right beside them. Yagyuu pushes Niou's underpants down. Niou moans. Yagyuu kisses him. Niou kisses back. He's afraid. He's melting. The fear freezes him and makes his heart pound. His chest feels like it's going to break and his clit is on fire.
Yagyuu unzips his pants. He pushes against Niou. Niou moans. "Yagyuu!" His thighs squeeze Yagyuu. His hands dig into the spot part of Yagyuu's shoulders. Yagyuu bites Niou's ear lobe. He pulls back and pushes inside.
Two thrusts and something rips through Niou. He clings to Yagyuu's arms. His pussy shudders around Yagyuu's dick. He cries. Waves of pleasure pulse through his veins and his limbs, over and over. Niou can’t stop them. He bucks back on Yagyuu. Their bodies slap together.
Yagyuu helps Niou with his underpants. Yagyuu helps Niou adjust his skirt. He wipes Niou's thighs with his handkerchief, then he folds it up. Niou touches his cheeks. They burn. His heart races, even afterward. Every single pore on his body is flung open and sensitized. His jumper is scratchy. His shoes are flat. The strap of his bag is bumpy and smooth nylon and the school walls have a sleek, bubbly feel to the painted cement.
"I like your earrings," Yagyuu says. He clears his throat. "They're very pretty."
***
Niou's body is hypersensitive all day. He thinks about it.
Yagyuu doesn't send a gloating textmessage. You came! \(^-^)/
Niou waits. Nothing shows up in his cellphone inbox. He takes his cellphone into the bath tub. He plays with the buttons. Steam curls around him. His skin is pink and cooked and cleaned. Yagyuu is silent.
Niou runs a hand through his hair to shake it out. He looks in the mirror. The studs gleam in the golden light.
***
It's afternoon tennis practice and Niou is horny. If he was a guy, his balls would have turned blue hours ago. Instead there is an insatiable itch in his cunt. He squeezes his thighs together. He squirms. The weather is warm for February.
Yagyuu changes. Niou sits on the bench in the locker room. He watches Yagyuu's muscles shift. His eyes linger on the trail of dark fuzz below Yagyuu's belly button. Niou clenches his cunt, and then he wiggles some more.
"I'll get the balls," Yagyuu says.
Niou locks himself in a toilet stall and rubs his tits. He moans. He leaves his skirt on and he cups his pussy under his underpants. They are lacy and pink, but it's a Wednesday. He opens the clubhouse door. A crisp breeze lifts his skirt up.
Yagyuu drops the ball from his hand. His throat bobs. He walks to the storage shed and Niou follows. He closes the door. Between baskets of sweat-stained balls and a tangled up net, they have wild, frantic sex. Niou yanks Yagyuu's trackpants down. Yagyuu bites Niou's neck. Niou claws and clings to Yagyuu. He rides Yagyuu's dick. His cries hang in the stifled air as Yagyuu consumes him. Niou bounces. Sweat slides between his breasts. Yagyuu licks it up.
The walls shake. Niou bucks his hips. "I'm going to come…" Yagyuu says. He groans. Niou shivers. His pussy is numb. The itch is so deep to scratch.He squeezes himself around Yagyuu's dick. Niou throws his head back.
The door opens. Yukimura stands there. His jaw hits the floor.
Yagyuu comes. His balls slap against Niou's thighs. Niou's body is on fire. Yagyuu thrusts again and Niou climbs off. He pushes his skirt down. He pulls his panties up. Niou's cheeks are red. Yagyuu just looks pale as he turns around.
"Er…" he says.
Niou slinks past Yukimura. He hides in the stands around the tennis courts. Yagyuu runs silent laps. Post-sex, his body is relaxed and loose. Yukimura walks around like a zombie. He avoids Yagyuu. He meets Niou at the water fountain.
"Um," Yukimura says. He fixes his sweat band. Yukimura shifts his eyes. Niou's face is warm.
"You can do it like that?" he asks. "Standing up?"
Niou avoids answering. He plays with his rat tail. Yagyuu rubbed his pussy the right way. All he can think about it having Yagyuu's dick inside him again. He needs more. Niou shifts his weight onto his other foot. His clit throbs.
"You didn't know you could?" Niou says.
Yukimura sighs. He looks away. He looks onto the courts. Sanada is playing with Jackal. His boobs bounce as much as the ball.
Niou laughs under his breath. "I thought you guys were doing it."
Yukimura's lips thin. "Shut up," he says. "We're taking our time."
"You mean, Sanada's being frigid," Niou says.
"I'm not going to force Sanada," Yukimura says.
Niou says nothing.