[Fic] Niou's Cursed Dick (for Schweinsty)
Title: Niou’s Cursed Dick
Author: justsonya
Recipient: Schweinsty
Pairing/Characters: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex
Disclaimer: Crack
Summary: Niou’s convinced he’s cursed. Or at least his dick is. Enjoy!
Notes: I wanted to try writing something without dialogue. I hope it’s a fun read.
There were times, Niou swore, that he truly believed his dick was cursed. Not in the normal way that young men often believed it to be, in that it would randomly pop to attention mid-class, right as he had to stand and speak, or right when his mother needed him to wash the dishes. Not even in the way in which it might deliver its package too soon, or fail to even reach its delivery location. No, he believed he’d have been lucky to have those problems. Niou’s dick carried a much more significant curse.
He’d first noticed it when he’d started high school. Not his dick, mind you, he’d noticed that back when he was twelve and started showering and bathing on his own. No, what caught his attention was that the day he’d finally convinced Yagyuu to meet him outside of tennis practice, or studying, or plotting and planning, it had all gone horribly wrong, and it was absolutely his dick’s fault.
It’s not like it had been a date, he told himself every time he relived the memory. They’d gone out for fast food, picked up some supplies, wandered the city a bit. All of that had been great, and in no way gay, as he also reassured himself on a regular basis. It was when the kiss happened that he realized he was cursed.
It wasn’t that the kiss was bad. After all, it was Yagyuu, and everything Yagyuu did, he did well. Everyone knew that. It was that the minute their lips touched, his damned dick had leapt up like some sort of crazed private saluting a general and pressed itself right against Yagyuu’s hip. Now that, in Niou’s mind was completely, ridiculously and obviously gay. So he’d run. Just left Yagyuu standing there, looking shocked, as he turned and bolted.
He’d had a firm conversation with his dick that evening which had involved quite a bit of tissue, the rest of the bottle of lotion he’d stolen from his mom, and a shower afterwards to convince himself that none of it was dirty in any way. Especially not the part about using Yagyuu’s team photo while they had their conversation. That was just to remind his dick, he told himself, that treating Yagyuu like that was not appropriate.
The talk with Yagyuu had been significantly more awkward and Niou had been forced to apologize any number of times, a couple of them on hands and knees, before the other teen would even consider forgiving him, much less talking to him again. Still, groveling was the least he could do to avoid having to explain that his dick was cursed to his best friend. Or worse, that the same thing seemed to happen a lot around Yagyuu, no matter how many conversations he had with the damned thing about that sort of behavior.
It got to the point where other people on the team seemed to be noticing his curse, which was mortifying in the extreme. Having Sanada try to ask him discretely about the problem was the emotional equivalent of having your mom ask you about those sticky sheets you stuff in the wash before she gets up when you’re a teenage boy. Trying to explain the fact that his dick was cursed in that way had all the appeal of ripping out the newly appearing chest hairs he’d noticed in the mirror the other day. So he blew Sanada off, telling him he had no idea what he was talking about, and if he was so interested in Niou’s dick, he should pay more attention to Yukimura’s instead.
That brought Yukimura to Niou’s door the following Sunday and earned him a firm slap for interfering in what was clearly none of his business, according to Yukimura. It also got him a firm lecture on the duties of being a member of the team, and an order to resolve whatever issues he had with Yagyuu, so they could focus on winning this year. Only, as Niou tried to explain, the problem wasn’t Yagyuu at all.
No one seemed to understand that the problem was that Niou’s dick was cursed to behave in absolutely unruly ways around his best friend and partner. The very sight of him would cause it to twitch. Catching a whiff of his soap, or worse, his sweat after practice, would have the damned thing half-pointing at the world in an accusing manner. How was he supposed to play tennis like this, much less not have Yagyuu think he hated him, when he wouldn’t come within five feet of him?
It went on like that for weeks, with Niou pretending nothing was wrong while steadfastly avoiding anything that would make the problem obvious. He thought he’d been successful until he’d secluded himself in the library one Friday afternoon, the last place anyone would look for him, and found himself cornered by Yagyuu himself. He tried every trick he could think of to get away, from lying, to excuses, to trying to slip around the other teen, only to find himself slammed firmly down on the table he’d been napping on, his back smacking hard against the wood.
About to object indignantly at the rough treatment, Niou’s mouth snapped shut as Yagyuu’s hand planted itself firmly on the cursed object itself. True to nature, the damned thing sprang to attention, saluting its object of holy worship. Debating between dying of embarrassment and strangling himself with his uniform tie, Niou almost missed the other hand that was opening his pants.
Struggling in vain, Niou tried to explain to his best friend that he really shouldn’t encourage its bad behavior. It wasn’t like he meant for it to be doing that every time he turned around and looked at Yagyuu, or brushed against him, or smelled him, it just happened. He gave up protesting when Yagyuu wrapped his hand around Niou’s dick and gave it a stroke that he would swear for years after was leagues better than anything he’d ever managed to give the cursed thing. Again, Yagyuu had proved his excellence, in Niou’s mind.
Later, he’d swear it was the curse that finally moved up from his dick to take over his entire body. That’s the only way he could explain exactly how Yagyuu had ended up pinned under him, flushed and surprised. It definitely explained why he’d returned the favor of that stroke, clever fingers finding their way into Yagyuu’s pants with no trouble at all, only to find that Yagyuu’s dick apparently had a similar curse, after all. Finding that he wasn’t as alone in the world as he’d once thought, in being cursed, Niou gave in to the forces of evil and magic and dicks, and kissed Yagyuu, still forever stating that it was not, in any way, gay.
Whether it was gay or not, what mattered was that Yagyuu’s mouth tasted really good, even if he wasn’t sure at what point he’d decided sticking his tongue into it was a good idea. It was also useful to note that he’d discovered that his hand fit around both of their dicks really well, because he had long, clever fingers, something he’d always been proud of. He was happy to see Yagyuu appreciated that fact as well, although his praise of Niou’s skills was broken up by these little pants and gasps and moans that went straight to Niou’s cursed dick, made it even harder and had it throbbing as his hand moved over both of them.
From there it was really a blur of soft sounds, hot touches, Yagyuu’s hands digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, and the realization that this was better than anything he’d ever felt before. When Yagyuu bit him, teeth digging into his neck, to muffle his yell as he came all over Niou’s hand, and Niou’s dick, it was all Niou could do not to yell out loud himself. Instead, he buried his face against Yagyuu’s neck and shuddered, body shaking against Yagyuu’s as he followed, the feeling of Yagyuu’s slippery-slick release stroking along his own dick driving him insane.
If Niou had thought that would bring an end to the curse of his cock, however, he was completely mistaken. Instead, it almost seemed as if it made things worse. They’d barely gotten cleaned up and tucked away, blushing the both of them, before he felt his dick stirring again, just standing there right next to Yagyuu. He’d have sworn, or possibly cried at that point, if Yagyuu hadn’t reached out and patted it fondly, informing him that those sorts of things were better taken care of in one of their rooms.
The world passed Niou’s eyes in a vague blur of “what the fuck just happened” confusion until suddenly he was spending the night at Yagyuu’s house, and Yagyuu’s family was gone for the night. When Yagyuu shut the door to his room behind them, pointed to the hard-on he was already struggling with as he leaned against the door, and told him quite clearly that he expected Niou to take care of him as this was clearly all his fault, Niou couldn’t help but reach out to do his part. Yagyuu, Niou realized later that night, wasn’t just good at everything. He was fucking brilliant.
Author: justsonya
Recipient: Schweinsty
Pairing/Characters: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Sex
Disclaimer: Crack
Summary: Niou’s convinced he’s cursed. Or at least his dick is. Enjoy!
Notes: I wanted to try writing something without dialogue. I hope it’s a fun read.
There were times, Niou swore, that he truly believed his dick was cursed. Not in the normal way that young men often believed it to be, in that it would randomly pop to attention mid-class, right as he had to stand and speak, or right when his mother needed him to wash the dishes. Not even in the way in which it might deliver its package too soon, or fail to even reach its delivery location. No, he believed he’d have been lucky to have those problems. Niou’s dick carried a much more significant curse.
He’d first noticed it when he’d started high school. Not his dick, mind you, he’d noticed that back when he was twelve and started showering and bathing on his own. No, what caught his attention was that the day he’d finally convinced Yagyuu to meet him outside of tennis practice, or studying, or plotting and planning, it had all gone horribly wrong, and it was absolutely his dick’s fault.
It’s not like it had been a date, he told himself every time he relived the memory. They’d gone out for fast food, picked up some supplies, wandered the city a bit. All of that had been great, and in no way gay, as he also reassured himself on a regular basis. It was when the kiss happened that he realized he was cursed.
It wasn’t that the kiss was bad. After all, it was Yagyuu, and everything Yagyuu did, he did well. Everyone knew that. It was that the minute their lips touched, his damned dick had leapt up like some sort of crazed private saluting a general and pressed itself right against Yagyuu’s hip. Now that, in Niou’s mind was completely, ridiculously and obviously gay. So he’d run. Just left Yagyuu standing there, looking shocked, as he turned and bolted.
He’d had a firm conversation with his dick that evening which had involved quite a bit of tissue, the rest of the bottle of lotion he’d stolen from his mom, and a shower afterwards to convince himself that none of it was dirty in any way. Especially not the part about using Yagyuu’s team photo while they had their conversation. That was just to remind his dick, he told himself, that treating Yagyuu like that was not appropriate.
The talk with Yagyuu had been significantly more awkward and Niou had been forced to apologize any number of times, a couple of them on hands and knees, before the other teen would even consider forgiving him, much less talking to him again. Still, groveling was the least he could do to avoid having to explain that his dick was cursed to his best friend. Or worse, that the same thing seemed to happen a lot around Yagyuu, no matter how many conversations he had with the damned thing about that sort of behavior.
It got to the point where other people on the team seemed to be noticing his curse, which was mortifying in the extreme. Having Sanada try to ask him discretely about the problem was the emotional equivalent of having your mom ask you about those sticky sheets you stuff in the wash before she gets up when you’re a teenage boy. Trying to explain the fact that his dick was cursed in that way had all the appeal of ripping out the newly appearing chest hairs he’d noticed in the mirror the other day. So he blew Sanada off, telling him he had no idea what he was talking about, and if he was so interested in Niou’s dick, he should pay more attention to Yukimura’s instead.
That brought Yukimura to Niou’s door the following Sunday and earned him a firm slap for interfering in what was clearly none of his business, according to Yukimura. It also got him a firm lecture on the duties of being a member of the team, and an order to resolve whatever issues he had with Yagyuu, so they could focus on winning this year. Only, as Niou tried to explain, the problem wasn’t Yagyuu at all.
No one seemed to understand that the problem was that Niou’s dick was cursed to behave in absolutely unruly ways around his best friend and partner. The very sight of him would cause it to twitch. Catching a whiff of his soap, or worse, his sweat after practice, would have the damned thing half-pointing at the world in an accusing manner. How was he supposed to play tennis like this, much less not have Yagyuu think he hated him, when he wouldn’t come within five feet of him?
It went on like that for weeks, with Niou pretending nothing was wrong while steadfastly avoiding anything that would make the problem obvious. He thought he’d been successful until he’d secluded himself in the library one Friday afternoon, the last place anyone would look for him, and found himself cornered by Yagyuu himself. He tried every trick he could think of to get away, from lying, to excuses, to trying to slip around the other teen, only to find himself slammed firmly down on the table he’d been napping on, his back smacking hard against the wood.
About to object indignantly at the rough treatment, Niou’s mouth snapped shut as Yagyuu’s hand planted itself firmly on the cursed object itself. True to nature, the damned thing sprang to attention, saluting its object of holy worship. Debating between dying of embarrassment and strangling himself with his uniform tie, Niou almost missed the other hand that was opening his pants.
Struggling in vain, Niou tried to explain to his best friend that he really shouldn’t encourage its bad behavior. It wasn’t like he meant for it to be doing that every time he turned around and looked at Yagyuu, or brushed against him, or smelled him, it just happened. He gave up protesting when Yagyuu wrapped his hand around Niou’s dick and gave it a stroke that he would swear for years after was leagues better than anything he’d ever managed to give the cursed thing. Again, Yagyuu had proved his excellence, in Niou’s mind.
Later, he’d swear it was the curse that finally moved up from his dick to take over his entire body. That’s the only way he could explain exactly how Yagyuu had ended up pinned under him, flushed and surprised. It definitely explained why he’d returned the favor of that stroke, clever fingers finding their way into Yagyuu’s pants with no trouble at all, only to find that Yagyuu’s dick apparently had a similar curse, after all. Finding that he wasn’t as alone in the world as he’d once thought, in being cursed, Niou gave in to the forces of evil and magic and dicks, and kissed Yagyuu, still forever stating that it was not, in any way, gay.
Whether it was gay or not, what mattered was that Yagyuu’s mouth tasted really good, even if he wasn’t sure at what point he’d decided sticking his tongue into it was a good idea. It was also useful to note that he’d discovered that his hand fit around both of their dicks really well, because he had long, clever fingers, something he’d always been proud of. He was happy to see Yagyuu appreciated that fact as well, although his praise of Niou’s skills was broken up by these little pants and gasps and moans that went straight to Niou’s cursed dick, made it even harder and had it throbbing as his hand moved over both of them.
From there it was really a blur of soft sounds, hot touches, Yagyuu’s hands digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, and the realization that this was better than anything he’d ever felt before. When Yagyuu bit him, teeth digging into his neck, to muffle his yell as he came all over Niou’s hand, and Niou’s dick, it was all Niou could do not to yell out loud himself. Instead, he buried his face against Yagyuu’s neck and shuddered, body shaking against Yagyuu’s as he followed, the feeling of Yagyuu’s slippery-slick release stroking along his own dick driving him insane.
If Niou had thought that would bring an end to the curse of his cock, however, he was completely mistaken. Instead, it almost seemed as if it made things worse. They’d barely gotten cleaned up and tucked away, blushing the both of them, before he felt his dick stirring again, just standing there right next to Yagyuu. He’d have sworn, or possibly cried at that point, if Yagyuu hadn’t reached out and patted it fondly, informing him that those sorts of things were better taken care of in one of their rooms.
The world passed Niou’s eyes in a vague blur of “what the fuck just happened” confusion until suddenly he was spending the night at Yagyuu’s house, and Yagyuu’s family was gone for the night. When Yagyuu shut the door to his room behind them, pointed to the hard-on he was already struggling with as he leaned against the door, and told him quite clearly that he expected Niou to take care of him as this was clearly all his fault, Niou couldn’t help but reach out to do his part. Yagyuu, Niou realized later that night, wasn’t just good at everything. He was fucking brilliant.