Color of Smoke (Prince of Tennis, Yagyuu/Niou, Yagyuu/Niou/Ryoma)
Title: Color of Smoke
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character(s) or Pairing: Yagyuu/Niou, mentions of Ryoma
Rating: R
Warnings: Necrophilia, mentions of sex (nothing descriptive, but it's there). Unbeta'd
Word Count: ~ 1000 words
Summary: Yagyuu visits sex clubs to find what he's looking for.
A/N: Written for dolens_torpeo, in response to the prompt: Necrophilia - Yagyuu/Ryoma, Ryoma's death
Niou is taking long drags from the cigarette, releasing the smoke with lazily drawn out breaths. It's already smoky in the room; the smoke Niou breathes out mingles with the rest, although Yagyuu, in his altered state, thinks it is paler, smoother, sharper.
But then Niou is passing him the cigarette and pressing a kiss to Yagyuu's neck and he forgets why he was thinking about the smoke. It doesn't matter, because there is a hand slipping up his chest and a body moving into his lap and either one of those is better than speculation about the color of smoke.
-
Yagyuu wakes up in the morning with a pounding head and a cotton mouth. He stumbles from the bed to get water and pays no attention to the body next to his in the bed. He wakes up with strangers; it is no different than usual.
But this body stretches and rolls over and sits up and Yagyuu, poised in the door to the hall, freezes.
This is odd.
-
He realizes it is Niou when his companion pulls the blankets away and greets Yagyuu with a scowl. He does not worry then, because it is not odd for Niou to awake in the morning next to Yagyuu.
He is the only one to do so. Niou, Yagyuu thinks, will be the only one to ever do so. What bothers Yagyuu, after he feeds Niou and watches his friend leave, is the fact that he does not remember. He knows he went out for the night, to a club, a different one than usual but with the same principle, and he remembers drinking. He remembers the bodies moving, the sounds. He even, vaguely, remembers bumping into Niou. He doesn't remember anything else, though. It bugs him all day, more than he cares to admit.
-
When he talks to Niou next, he asks: what happened, why did it happen, how did we end up back in my apartment? And Niou responds: we ran into each other, we flirted, we fucked.
No direct words are spoken, but they both know nuances and inflections.
Niou asks his own question: why? And there is a wealth of meaning in it, and Yagyuu does not know what to say, how to reply. He admits nothing to anyone, even to Niou, who is his oldest friend and closest thing to a stable relationship Yagyuu has. He worries that the truth will drive Niou away, quicker than anything else.
-
The relationship between the two is hard to describe. They are not faithful to each other, but there is no love felt for anyone but each other. Niou, when he asks why, does not ask why Yagyuu was seeking someone else.
He asks, why there?
-
Yagyuu finds Niou there the next week. He remembers this time, when he wakes up, and the body next to his is shifting, and there is nothing odd about the situation. He asks no questions, although they linger in his eyes, hidden by glasses still, except when he is in bed.
The question in Niou's eyes is obvious and it haunts Yagyuu even when he is not in the presence of his friend.
-
He wonders how long this will continue; it has been over months, long weeks stretching endlessly. Yagyuu still visits his clubs, and he thinks Niou is following him, or can read his mind; he finds Niou in each of them. And he goes home with Niou, every weekend.
It is an odd arrangement and they care at once closer and more distant then they have ever been before. There stretches between them too many questions for them to be close. But Yagyuu wakes up and thinks, I can live with this.
-
Yagyuu gets his answer when he sees red one night and watches his hands close around Niou's neck with ease. He is rusty, from lack of practice, but he has been doing this too long to forget. It's like riding a bicycle, he thinks, and laughs.
It is his laughter, echoing in the room, that startles him and makes him realize what he is doing. Choking the life out of his best friend, of his lover, of the person he thinks he will spend the rest of his life with. Yagyuu jerks back, hands dropping to the bed beside Niou, and he remains in his place, straddling Niou.
He says, I'm sorry, and tries to look away, but he can't, because Niou's eyes are reading through him and he wants to see the shock, the disgust, the horror, so he can know that his life has been ruined.
Yagyuu feels faint surprise when Niou's eyes don't change. Or rather, change, but not the way expects. There is a wicked gleam in his eyes that matches the grin on his lips.
Yagyuu feels only relief and lets his head drop to Niou's chest. The sex that night is better than it has been in a long time.
-
When Yagyuu next enters a club, Niou is walking next to him. It is not the only difference, but it is the most noticeable. Niou is the one who finds the boy, a slim and slender, golden-eyed barely legal teenager, who speaks broken Japanese and says he is looking for fun.
Yagyuu knows his type: it is the type he looks for, or looked for, each week. The boy is on vacation, and no one knows he is in a sex club. He's happy, for that means no one will think to look there. Yagyuu covers his tracks well; he's been searching for boys asking to be broken for too long to not.
They take the boy - Yagyuu never learns his name; he learns none of them because he does not care - to a park. It is a random place, like it is each time, and always different. They fuck on the grass, open for the world to see, and it is fun, until Yagyuu's hands wrap around the boy's neck. Niou is behind him, breathe hot on Yagyuu's neck, and they watch in silence as the golden eyes go black.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character(s) or Pairing: Yagyuu/Niou, mentions of Ryoma
Rating: R
Warnings: Necrophilia, mentions of sex (nothing descriptive, but it's there). Unbeta'd
Word Count: ~ 1000 words
Summary: Yagyuu visits sex clubs to find what he's looking for.
A/N: Written for dolens_torpeo, in response to the prompt: Necrophilia - Yagyuu/Ryoma, Ryoma's death
Niou is taking long drags from the cigarette, releasing the smoke with lazily drawn out breaths. It's already smoky in the room; the smoke Niou breathes out mingles with the rest, although Yagyuu, in his altered state, thinks it is paler, smoother, sharper.
But then Niou is passing him the cigarette and pressing a kiss to Yagyuu's neck and he forgets why he was thinking about the smoke. It doesn't matter, because there is a hand slipping up his chest and a body moving into his lap and either one of those is better than speculation about the color of smoke.
-
Yagyuu wakes up in the morning with a pounding head and a cotton mouth. He stumbles from the bed to get water and pays no attention to the body next to his in the bed. He wakes up with strangers; it is no different than usual.
But this body stretches and rolls over and sits up and Yagyuu, poised in the door to the hall, freezes.
This is odd.
-
He realizes it is Niou when his companion pulls the blankets away and greets Yagyuu with a scowl. He does not worry then, because it is not odd for Niou to awake in the morning next to Yagyuu.
He is the only one to do so. Niou, Yagyuu thinks, will be the only one to ever do so. What bothers Yagyuu, after he feeds Niou and watches his friend leave, is the fact that he does not remember. He knows he went out for the night, to a club, a different one than usual but with the same principle, and he remembers drinking. He remembers the bodies moving, the sounds. He even, vaguely, remembers bumping into Niou. He doesn't remember anything else, though. It bugs him all day, more than he cares to admit.
-
When he talks to Niou next, he asks: what happened, why did it happen, how did we end up back in my apartment? And Niou responds: we ran into each other, we flirted, we fucked.
No direct words are spoken, but they both know nuances and inflections.
Niou asks his own question: why? And there is a wealth of meaning in it, and Yagyuu does not know what to say, how to reply. He admits nothing to anyone, even to Niou, who is his oldest friend and closest thing to a stable relationship Yagyuu has. He worries that the truth will drive Niou away, quicker than anything else.
-
The relationship between the two is hard to describe. They are not faithful to each other, but there is no love felt for anyone but each other. Niou, when he asks why, does not ask why Yagyuu was seeking someone else.
He asks, why there?
-
Yagyuu finds Niou there the next week. He remembers this time, when he wakes up, and the body next to his is shifting, and there is nothing odd about the situation. He asks no questions, although they linger in his eyes, hidden by glasses still, except when he is in bed.
The question in Niou's eyes is obvious and it haunts Yagyuu even when he is not in the presence of his friend.
-
He wonders how long this will continue; it has been over months, long weeks stretching endlessly. Yagyuu still visits his clubs, and he thinks Niou is following him, or can read his mind; he finds Niou in each of them. And he goes home with Niou, every weekend.
It is an odd arrangement and they care at once closer and more distant then they have ever been before. There stretches between them too many questions for them to be close. But Yagyuu wakes up and thinks, I can live with this.
-
Yagyuu gets his answer when he sees red one night and watches his hands close around Niou's neck with ease. He is rusty, from lack of practice, but he has been doing this too long to forget. It's like riding a bicycle, he thinks, and laughs.
It is his laughter, echoing in the room, that startles him and makes him realize what he is doing. Choking the life out of his best friend, of his lover, of the person he thinks he will spend the rest of his life with. Yagyuu jerks back, hands dropping to the bed beside Niou, and he remains in his place, straddling Niou.
He says, I'm sorry, and tries to look away, but he can't, because Niou's eyes are reading through him and he wants to see the shock, the disgust, the horror, so he can know that his life has been ruined.
Yagyuu feels faint surprise when Niou's eyes don't change. Or rather, change, but not the way expects. There is a wicked gleam in his eyes that matches the grin on his lips.
Yagyuu feels only relief and lets his head drop to Niou's chest. The sex that night is better than it has been in a long time.
-
When Yagyuu next enters a club, Niou is walking next to him. It is not the only difference, but it is the most noticeable. Niou is the one who finds the boy, a slim and slender, golden-eyed barely legal teenager, who speaks broken Japanese and says he is looking for fun.
Yagyuu knows his type: it is the type he looks for, or looked for, each week. The boy is on vacation, and no one knows he is in a sex club. He's happy, for that means no one will think to look there. Yagyuu covers his tracks well; he's been searching for boys asking to be broken for too long to not.
They take the boy - Yagyuu never learns his name; he learns none of them because he does not care - to a park. It is a random place, like it is each time, and always different. They fuck on the grass, open for the world to see, and it is fun, until Yagyuu's hands wrap around the boy's neck. Niou is behind him, breathe hot on Yagyuu's neck, and they watch in silence as the golden eyes go black.