[FIC] When Mizuki’s Go a Calling (for #019: Kira)
Title: When Mizuki’s Go a Calling
Author: Queen Momoko (Aka: xelloss_poo, Author 28: Sparkle Rainbow Ball-Smash)
Pairings: Yuuta/Mizuki, Syuusuke/Mizuki, implied Syuusuke/Yuuta, Syuusuke/Yuuta/Mizuki
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mizuki goes to confront Syuusuke about his brother
Warnings: Porn, and the above pairings listed.
Notes: Thanks to ilanabean42 for reading and proofing the Non-porn at the beginning and sublimeparadigm for proofing the first part (including the porn):D . Original Request can be found at the bottom.
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Yuuta felt like his body was on fire. Mizuki knew all the spots on his body that sent his nerves into overload and that was apparently exactly what he wanted to do. The soft nibbling on his throat, the teasing fingers playing with his nipples, the light designs traced on his inner thigh, the sensation of Mizuki’s tongue going into his body, and then followed by nimble digits stretching him, all while his weeping erection lay unmolested drove Yuuta’s desire to new limits as his hands grasped uselessly at the sheets beneath him.
Mizuki was pulled down into a scalding kiss that left both boys gasping when it ended.
“My, my. Getting a little impatient now aren’t we, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki asked with a smirk.
Yuuta’s gray eyes glared up at the older boy, or at least that was the look he was aiming for. Instead it must have been poutier than he had wanted, for Mizuki simply let out a nfu before leaning down to claim Yuuta’s earlobe. Some part of his brain chimed in with the fact that lust-filled eyes did little to help his glare, but he had at least tried.
“What do you say, Yuuta-chan?” Mizuki’s sultry voice rang through Yuuta’s head.
“Please,” Yuuta panted. “S-sempai. Please. Fuck me.” He was sure that if his face weren’t already flushed from his arousal that it would have lit up even more. It still embarrassed him to say it, as it always seemed so dirty to him to call Mizuki sempai during sex, but it made Mizuki happy. And it was at most once a week that he would ever ask Yuuta to do it, so it wasn’t too big of a deal.
“Anything for my kouhai,” Mizuki positively glowed at the boy beneath him. “All you had to do was ask.”
Yuuta’s body quivered as Mizuki slowly pushed his length inside it. Once Yuuta’s body was comfortable, Mizuki began a slow thrust. He kept a sharp eye on the gray-eyed boy’s body language and he felt a smirk of triumph cross his face when Yuuta’s body tensed beneath him. He took that as a cue to increase his pace, driving his cock against the side of Yuuta’s prostate.
“Sempai! Please!” Yuuta’s moans and cries added to Mizuki’s excitement.
Mizuki’s own grunts and moans blended with Yuuta’s. His pace quickened as he felt his own orgasm building. Mizuki snaked his hand around Yuuta and grasped his erection. He stroked it in time with each thrust that came quicker than the one before it.
Yuuta’s release came seconds before Mizuki felt his own take a hold of him. The rush muffled his ears, as he cried out Yuuta’s name while he came. As he lay there in the warm afterglow with Yuuta cuddled next to him thinking back on the events of the evening, he couldn’t help the small, sleepy frown that appeared. He could have sworn that he hadn’t heard Yuuta calling out for him at the end, but rather calling out for Syuusuke.
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“Ne! Ne! You’ll never guess who’s here!” Eiji crowed energetically to the tennis club gathered on the courts.
“Eh? Who is it, Eiji-sempai?” Momoshiro asked, as Eiji joined the Regulars.
“That would be St. Rudolph’s Mizuki,” Inui blandly replied. Eiji sent him a pout in response. “There is a 95% chance he has come here to talk to Fuji, and an 85% chance that it will be about a rematch.”
“Eh! What’re you gonna to do, Fuji-sempai?”
“Yeah, Fujiko! What’re ya gonna do?” Eiji chimed in. Fuji just smiled before jogging off. “Eh? Where’re you going?!”
“Everyone, 20 laps.” Tezuka’s voice echoed across the courts.
With a sigh the rest of the Regulars took off after Fuji. Once they had finished running they laps, they awaited their daily instruction. But instead of Tezuka’s stern presence, Mizuki stood before them with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Nfu. I’ve found you at last, Fuji-kun. I need to speak with you.”
“Do I know you?” Fuji’s smile stayed as bright as ever.
Mizuki’s smile tightened. “Of course you do. I’m-“
“Ah, that’s right!” Fuji cut in proudly, to Mizuki’s immense pleasure. “You’re the vagrant that sometimes comes by my house looking for handouts!”
Mizuki’s smile turned hard. “Just who are you calling a vagrant?”
“Why are you here?”
“Because,” Mizuki turned to talk to Tezuka. “I need to talk to Fuji-kun. It concerns-“
“You can talk to him once practice is over,” Tezuka cut in, before turning back to the Regulars, ignoring Mizuki.
“Fine.” Mizuki’s reply was as curt as Tezuka’s, before he turned back towards Fuji with a smirk. “I’ll see you after your practice, Fuji-kun.” The Regular’s heard Mizuki’s distinct laugh fading as he walked further away.
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“So, what do you think he wants to talk with you about, Fuji-sempai?” Momo asked as they changed.
“Nya, Fuji got him all upset! I bet he’s gonna be looking for a fight! Hoi! Hoi! If you need back up, I’ll help!” Eiji called out happily.
“A fight? I don’t know if you should go meet him. Maybe we should talk to Ryuzaki-sensei.” Oishi looked worriedly at Fuji, before turning to look at his double’s partner. “And Eiji, you shouldn’t try to join in or encourage these kind of things. You could get hurt. And you know it’s against school policy to get into fights.”
“Maa. Maa. I’m sure it won’t be that serious. He just wants to talk after all,” Fuji placated Oishi.
“If you’re sure… But I still think-“
Fuji smiled reassuringly for a second before he exited the clubroom. His walk towards the gates was uneventful and it was only once he had left the school that he found Mizuki. Or Mizuki found him, as the case may be, because Fuji himself wasn’t about to go find the other boy. After all, Mizuki had wanted to talk with him.
“I knew you would come to me,” Mizuki smirked as Fuji walked over towards him. “And I know something that you don’t. About your bro-“ Mizuki’s gloating was cut short as Fuji continued to walk past. “Oh no, you don’t! You will listen to me.” Mizuki stalked up to walk in front of Fuji. “Unless you don’t care about your brother? Hmm?”
Mizuki smiled confidently as slits of blue focused on him. But just as rapidly as Fuji’s eyes had opened, they were once more closed. Fuji’s same harmless smile was affixed to his face as he continued home, ignoring the purple-clad boy who followed him.
The walk was silent as the two made their way through the streets of Tokyo to the Fuji residence. Even as Fuji unlocked the door and let himself in, leaving the door open for a minute giving Mizuki time to enter. It was only once Fuji had toed off his shoes that he turned around to face Mizuki.
“And what did you want to talk about that you had to follow me all the way home?” Fuji finally asked.
Mizuki smirked as he twirled some hair with his right index finger. “I know about you and Yuuta-kun.”
Fuji blinked and his smile grew wider. “Ara, you only now realized that we’re brothers?”
“Of course not,” Mizuki snapped. He took a calming breath before starting over. “That wasn’t what I was talking about. I know all about what you and Yuuta do.” Mizuki took a step toward him.
“That we play tennis,” Fuji chuckled, moving out of the entry way and towards his room. “Saa, I never knew you were this slow.”
Mizuki trailed behind Fuji, his smirk faltering before coming back stronger than before with his eyes lighting up. He shut Fuji’s door behind him and shoved the other up against the wall, causing the air to leave him.
“I know everything,” Mizuki purred before forcefully claiming Fuji’s lips. His hands caught Fuji’s and trapped them against the wall. Pulling back slightly he continued, “I know all the naughty things you do together. Yuuta told me about everything, once we’d had sex.” His smirk grew at Fuji’s open blue eyes. “Did you not know that I was fucking your little brother? Oops.”
“You don’t actually expect me to believe you accidentally let that slip out, do you?” Fuji asked, pushing his arms against the pressure that Mizuki had on them.
A nfu escaped from Mizuki. “Not really. But tonight it’s my game.” Mizuki pushed Fuji’s wrists back against the wall and pressed his advantage.
Their tongues clashed, each attacking without giving the slightest bit of ground. One of Mizuki’s hands found its way up to tug on Fuji’s hair, pulling the brown haired boy closer while the other hand tried to work its way up into Fuji’s uniform.
“Are you going to play nice?” Mizuki asked when they were finally forced apart because of a lack of air. Their panting breaths skimmed over each other’s faces.
Fuji smiled, his hand fondling Mizuki through his pants. “Saa. I always play nice.”
Mizuki let out an amused nfu as he pushed Fuji’s hand away. “I think not. My game, my rules,” Mizuki backed up and crossed his arms. “Now be a good little boy and get onto the bed.”
Fuji hesitated for a moment before heading over to the bed with a “saa”. He sat himself on the edge of the bed with legs spread, the bulge in his pants apparent. He let his eyes slid partially open when he tilted his head to the side. Mizuki’s smirk grew at the pose.
“My, my, who would have thought that the great Fuji Syuusuke was such a little slut,” Mizuki said to himself as he walked over. “But it’s no fun when you’re still dressed. Get undressed.”
Fuji kept his eyes on Mizuki as he moved to open his shirt. His fingers slid to push each button out of each hole with a slow precision. After every button, his hands ran up the edge of the fabric to spread it a little wider, revealing a few more inches of his chest. It was only when he could see Mizuki impatience that he let his smile grow larger.
Mizuki knew if he demanded Fuji go faster, it would be the same as admitting that Fuji was in charge. It was Mizuki’s game and he would be damned if he was going to let Fuji control it. So he kept painfully silent watching Fuji’s hands tease the black fabric of his jacket and then the white undershirt off of himself.
Fuji’s hands then moved down to his slacks. His hands trailed from his hips to the pants’ inner seam along his thigh and back up to his groin. He squeezed himself through the fabric before unfastening his pants. At this point he stood and teasingly dropped his pants.
“No underwear?” Mizuki raised an eyebrow before pushing Fuji down onto the bed and straddling him. “Kinky. I guess that means its my win,” Mizuki proclaimed with look of superiority. And with that, he bit at the juncture of Fuji’s neck and shoulder. Fuji gasped at the sensation, his hands clenching Mizuki’s shirt.
It was then that the door banged open with a shout of “Aniki! Sempai!” Both boys on the bed turned to look at the panting form of Yuuta standing in the doorway. Mizuki’s face shocked at the sight of the younger Fuji, while Syuusuke beamed.
“What are you doing here, Yuuta?” Mizuki asked after quickly regaining his composure.
“W-what am I doing here?” Yuuta replied in a soft voice, before regaining his courage. “What are you doing here?”
Mizuki smirked. “I would think that what I’m doing here would be obvious.”
“Saa, it’s about time you got here, Yuuta. I was worried that you weren’t going to come,” Syuusuke’s voice dragged both boys’ attention back to him.
“Yes, well, I got here as soon as I could. It’s not like I can just teleport home, you know,” Yuuta replied sharply.
“And whose fault is it that you moved so far away?”
Yuuta glared at his brother. Or at least he tried to, but when he focused on the position the two were still in, he blushed and turned away. “A-anyway, with you not returning my call and then later that message you left on my phone, I thought that you had killed Mizuki-sempai or something.”
Mizuki’s eyes narrowed at the boy beneath him. “What message, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki asked evenly.
“But I thought Haji-chan wanted to play with the two of us,” Syuusuke smiled innocently.
“Haji-chan?” Yuuta asked disbelieving at the same time as Mizuki’s indignant sputtering.
“Haji-chan?! Don’t call me that!”
Syuusuke took the opportunity to take Mizuki off-balance and flip their positions. He laughed softly at Mizuki’s attempts to regain control. When Mizuki’s struggle ended in a glare, Syuusuke turned his attention to Yuuta, who still stood frozen in the doorway.
“Maa, Yuuta, why don’t you come in and join us.” Yuuta swallowed, but didn’t move. “Saa, come here, Yuuta,” Syuusuke commanded softly.
Yuuta found himself shutting the door and walking over before he realized it. A blush rose on his cheeks and he turned away. “I’m not coming in just because you told me to,” Yuuta protested solidly.
“Maa, maa. Of course not,” Syuusuke placated him.
“And I’m not going to join in-“ Yuuta gestured helplessly at them, “in whatever this is.”
“Yes. Yes,” Syuusuke continued, watching Yuuta’s eyes dart to them and then away again.
“It must be because he’s too scared to join us,” Mizuki spoke with a glint in his eye.
“I’m not scared! I’m joining and there’s nothing you can say to stop me,” Yuuta protested. At the twin looks of smugness, Yuuta rethought his last statement. Too late he realized the trap he had blindly walked into. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to the bed, acting more sure of his decision than he felt.
Syuusuke rose off the bed and covered the distance between them, capturing his younger brother’s lips. His hands pulled Yuuta closer by the tie of his uniform. He navigated them back to the bed where Mizuki sat waiting.
Yuuta felt his brother’s kiss take away any possible resistance he might have put up. His hands found their way up Syuusuke’s smooth chest and over his hard nipples. It was that touch that earned him the moan which urged him on. His fingernails grazed down over the pert nipples, leaving red trails down Fuji’s chest. Fuji’s gasp of delight broke their kiss.
Mizuki took this opportunity to twist Yuuta towards him and capture his now unoccupied mouth. Yuuta grasped Mizuki’s shirt. His grip on Mizuki’s clothing tightened when two pairs of hands began to work at getting under his clothes. That fluttering touch, which he guessed to be his brother’s, trailed along his back to the band of his pants once it had gained access to Yuuta’s skin.
Yuuta pulled away gasping. Mizuki’s hands deftly worked Yuuta’s shirt and tie off with practiced ease, his hands caressing Yuuta’s chest. Yuuta’s eyes fluttered at the sensations that were drowning him. But it was when Mizuki started sucking on his exposed adam’s apple that Yuuta’s legs gave out and he collapsed back into Syuusuke.
Taking advantage of the situation, Syuusuke worked his hands around to work on undoing Yuuta’s pants. Once the opened pants had fallen to the floor, Syuusuke worked one of his hands down along the cleft of Yuuta’s ass.
“S-stop!” Yuuta gasped as Syuusuke’s finger teased his puckered entrance and Mizuki’s hand began to knead his testicles.
“You don’t like this Yuuta?” Syuusuke whispered in Yuuta’s ear as he pressed a finger into Yuuta.
“A-h! B-b-but… Mi-… semp-AH! ... still... clothes…” Yuuta stuttered as jolts of pleasure ran through him. “Unnn-fair-AH!”
“Saa,” Syuusuke drawled, pausing in his ministrations. “It would be rude to ignore him, wouldn’t it?”
Yuuta’s nod in agreement had him shivering in pleasure as his brother’s finger gave him another skillful stroke.
“Oh, but I’m perfectly fine,” Mizuki said with a nfu.
“But nee-san would never forgive us for treating a guest like this,” Syuusuke quickly replied, pulling his hand out of Yuuta’s boxers. He maneuvered himself to the side of Mizuki. His hands trailed along Mizuki’s uniform as he leant towards the dark haired boy. “And it would be shame if the winner didn’t get to play with the two losers. Don’t you agree, Haji-chan?” Syuusuke said, accentuating his question by fondling Mizuki.
“I thought I told you not to call me that,” Mizuki groaned out. Any other comments or protests were cut off as Yuuta’s mouth captured his and both Fuji brothers’ hands went to work on his clothes. A trail of clothes fell to the floor as the brothers maneuvered Mizuki to Syuusuke’s bed. Yuuta sat down first at the edge of the bed, pulling Mizuki to sit down on his lap. Syuusuke sank down to his knees before the two. Mizuki’s eyes glinted as he looked down on the tensai.
“Do it,” Mizuki ordered. Syuusuke’s blue eyes locked with Yuuta’s gray eyes for a moment before turning towards Mizuki’s penis.
A loud gasp escaped Mizuki as his penis was taken into Syuusuke’s warm mouth. The wet warmth engulfing his entire length before pulling away to only encircle the tip. Mizuki’s hands tangled in the brown hair beneath him as Syuusuke’s tongue teased the head. And when Syuusuke’s teeth grazed his length, the only sign of his discomfort was the tightening of his grip on Syuusuke’s hair.
Yuuta for his part had managed to retrieve the lube that would soon be needed. After spreading some on his fingers, he began the work of prepping Mizuki. He inserted a finger when his brother scraped his teeth down Mizuki and worked the finger in time with the rhythm Syuusuke had set.
It was frustrating for Mizuki that whenever he thought to voice his complaint about being the one being stretched, Syuusuke would hum (ever so delightfully), causing him to lose his train of thought. And if it weren’t for the fact that Mizuki’s whole body was begging for release from this torture, he would have stopped it and voiced his anger over the situation.
Syuusuke watched as Mizuki lost himself in what was happening to him. And when Yuuta gave a nod, Syuusuke released Mizuki from his mouth and backed away a step. Mizuki’s eyes snapped open at the loss of Syuusuke’s mouth. It was then that he also realized that Yuuta’s fingers were no longer inside him.
“What are you planning?” Mizuki asked with a growl, lust still filling his eyes. Syuusuke just smiled as he stood up.
It was at that moment that Yuuta turned them over. Mizuki’s indignant cry of protest was muffled by the fact that his face pressed down into the bed. Yuuta took the chance to press the head of his already prepared cock to the entrance of Mizuki’s ass. He slowly pushed in, pausing when Mizuki’s grip turned white from grasping the blankets. It was only once Mizuki’s grip loosened that Yuuta pressed further in. Once Yuuta was fully seated in him, Mizuki raised his face from the bed to try and look behind him.
Syuusuke pressed up behind Yuuta, his fingers working their way into his younger brother to stretch him as he had stretched Mizuki. When Syuusuke’s finger pressed against his protate, Yuuta involuntarily thrust into Mizuki. Syuusuke smiled at their groans and quickened his ministrations, feeling himself throbbing with their moans.
Once he was sure Yuuta was stretched, he covered his penis in lube and entered him. The warm familiar heat caused him to groan.
“How does it feel?” Syuusuke asked, his breath tickling Yuuta’s ear.
“Ready whenever you are,” Yuuta groaned back. He gave a little thrust into Mizuki. “What about you sempai?”
Mizuki squeezed Yuuta’s penis in response, causing the younger boy to moan. Syuusuke took that as his cue to start moving. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. The movement pulled Yuuta out and then pushed him deeper into Mizuki than he had been originally. The sounds of the two boys beneath him moaning encouraged Syuusuke to increase his pace.
The sound of flesh slapping into flesh among panting groans filled the room. Yuuta reached down and grasped Mizuki’s weeping penis, pumping it in time to the thrusts. Mizuki’s inarticulate cry was the first to fill the room after only two pumps. The clenching of Mizuki’s body around Yuuta, brought Yuuta to climax a few strokes later, who was quickly followed by Syuusuke.
The three boys collapsed down. Syuusuke pulled out of Yuuta and moved to fully lie on the bed. Yuuta and Mizuki followed and lay next to him.
It was at this point that Mizuki thought back over what had just happened. Under normal circumstances, this never would have happened to him. After all, he would have never let this happen to him. In fact, it had to be the fault of one Fuji Syuusuke. Because Syuusuke was the one that distracted him with that blow job, so that Yuuta could catch him unawares. And now Mizuki would be sore for tomorrow’s practice. Mizuki turned to glare at boy who he blamed for it all.
“Game set and match, Fuji Syuusuke,” Syuusuke purred at Mizuki. Mizuki grumbled at the pronouncement, causing Syuusuke to laugh. “Better luck next time, Haji-chan.”
“I thought I told you not to call me that,” Mizuki hissed back.
“Would you both just shut up? ‘M trying to sleep,” Yuuta grumbled from between the two, burying his face further into the bed.
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I hope this is what you were looking for Kira. :) And I hope you liked it. ^______^
Syuusuke x Yuuta x Mizuki. Starts out as a triangle, turns into a threesome. I'd like for Fuji to be in charge, but likes to let the other two think that they are. Manipulative sex. Bonus points for "trying to be dom and failing utterly" Mizuki. :D
Author: Queen Momoko (Aka: xelloss_poo, Author 28: Sparkle Rainbow Ball-Smash)
Pairings: Yuuta/Mizuki, Syuusuke/Mizuki, implied Syuusuke/Yuuta, Syuusuke/Yuuta/Mizuki
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mizuki goes to confront Syuusuke about his brother
Warnings: Porn, and the above pairings listed.
Notes: Thanks to ilanabean42 for reading and proofing the Non-porn at the beginning and sublimeparadigm for proofing the first part (including the porn):D . Original Request can be found at the bottom.
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Yuuta felt like his body was on fire. Mizuki knew all the spots on his body that sent his nerves into overload and that was apparently exactly what he wanted to do. The soft nibbling on his throat, the teasing fingers playing with his nipples, the light designs traced on his inner thigh, the sensation of Mizuki’s tongue going into his body, and then followed by nimble digits stretching him, all while his weeping erection lay unmolested drove Yuuta’s desire to new limits as his hands grasped uselessly at the sheets beneath him.
Mizuki was pulled down into a scalding kiss that left both boys gasping when it ended.
“My, my. Getting a little impatient now aren’t we, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki asked with a smirk.
Yuuta’s gray eyes glared up at the older boy, or at least that was the look he was aiming for. Instead it must have been poutier than he had wanted, for Mizuki simply let out a nfu before leaning down to claim Yuuta’s earlobe. Some part of his brain chimed in with the fact that lust-filled eyes did little to help his glare, but he had at least tried.
“What do you say, Yuuta-chan?” Mizuki’s sultry voice rang through Yuuta’s head.
“Please,” Yuuta panted. “S-sempai. Please. Fuck me.” He was sure that if his face weren’t already flushed from his arousal that it would have lit up even more. It still embarrassed him to say it, as it always seemed so dirty to him to call Mizuki sempai during sex, but it made Mizuki happy. And it was at most once a week that he would ever ask Yuuta to do it, so it wasn’t too big of a deal.
“Anything for my kouhai,” Mizuki positively glowed at the boy beneath him. “All you had to do was ask.”
Yuuta’s body quivered as Mizuki slowly pushed his length inside it. Once Yuuta’s body was comfortable, Mizuki began a slow thrust. He kept a sharp eye on the gray-eyed boy’s body language and he felt a smirk of triumph cross his face when Yuuta’s body tensed beneath him. He took that as a cue to increase his pace, driving his cock against the side of Yuuta’s prostate.
“Sempai! Please!” Yuuta’s moans and cries added to Mizuki’s excitement.
Mizuki’s own grunts and moans blended with Yuuta’s. His pace quickened as he felt his own orgasm building. Mizuki snaked his hand around Yuuta and grasped his erection. He stroked it in time with each thrust that came quicker than the one before it.
Yuuta’s release came seconds before Mizuki felt his own take a hold of him. The rush muffled his ears, as he cried out Yuuta’s name while he came. As he lay there in the warm afterglow with Yuuta cuddled next to him thinking back on the events of the evening, he couldn’t help the small, sleepy frown that appeared. He could have sworn that he hadn’t heard Yuuta calling out for him at the end, but rather calling out for Syuusuke.
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“Ne! Ne! You’ll never guess who’s here!” Eiji crowed energetically to the tennis club gathered on the courts.
“Eh? Who is it, Eiji-sempai?” Momoshiro asked, as Eiji joined the Regulars.
“That would be St. Rudolph’s Mizuki,” Inui blandly replied. Eiji sent him a pout in response. “There is a 95% chance he has come here to talk to Fuji, and an 85% chance that it will be about a rematch.”
“Eh! What’re you gonna to do, Fuji-sempai?”
“Yeah, Fujiko! What’re ya gonna do?” Eiji chimed in. Fuji just smiled before jogging off. “Eh? Where’re you going?!”
“Everyone, 20 laps.” Tezuka’s voice echoed across the courts.
With a sigh the rest of the Regulars took off after Fuji. Once they had finished running they laps, they awaited their daily instruction. But instead of Tezuka’s stern presence, Mizuki stood before them with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Nfu. I’ve found you at last, Fuji-kun. I need to speak with you.”
“Do I know you?” Fuji’s smile stayed as bright as ever.
Mizuki’s smile tightened. “Of course you do. I’m-“
“Ah, that’s right!” Fuji cut in proudly, to Mizuki’s immense pleasure. “You’re the vagrant that sometimes comes by my house looking for handouts!”
Mizuki’s smile turned hard. “Just who are you calling a vagrant?”
“Why are you here?”
“Because,” Mizuki turned to talk to Tezuka. “I need to talk to Fuji-kun. It concerns-“
“You can talk to him once practice is over,” Tezuka cut in, before turning back to the Regulars, ignoring Mizuki.
“Fine.” Mizuki’s reply was as curt as Tezuka’s, before he turned back towards Fuji with a smirk. “I’ll see you after your practice, Fuji-kun.” The Regular’s heard Mizuki’s distinct laugh fading as he walked further away.
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“So, what do you think he wants to talk with you about, Fuji-sempai?” Momo asked as they changed.
“Nya, Fuji got him all upset! I bet he’s gonna be looking for a fight! Hoi! Hoi! If you need back up, I’ll help!” Eiji called out happily.
“A fight? I don’t know if you should go meet him. Maybe we should talk to Ryuzaki-sensei.” Oishi looked worriedly at Fuji, before turning to look at his double’s partner. “And Eiji, you shouldn’t try to join in or encourage these kind of things. You could get hurt. And you know it’s against school policy to get into fights.”
“Maa. Maa. I’m sure it won’t be that serious. He just wants to talk after all,” Fuji placated Oishi.
“If you’re sure… But I still think-“
Fuji smiled reassuringly for a second before he exited the clubroom. His walk towards the gates was uneventful and it was only once he had left the school that he found Mizuki. Or Mizuki found him, as the case may be, because Fuji himself wasn’t about to go find the other boy. After all, Mizuki had wanted to talk with him.
“I knew you would come to me,” Mizuki smirked as Fuji walked over towards him. “And I know something that you don’t. About your bro-“ Mizuki’s gloating was cut short as Fuji continued to walk past. “Oh no, you don’t! You will listen to me.” Mizuki stalked up to walk in front of Fuji. “Unless you don’t care about your brother? Hmm?”
Mizuki smiled confidently as slits of blue focused on him. But just as rapidly as Fuji’s eyes had opened, they were once more closed. Fuji’s same harmless smile was affixed to his face as he continued home, ignoring the purple-clad boy who followed him.
The walk was silent as the two made their way through the streets of Tokyo to the Fuji residence. Even as Fuji unlocked the door and let himself in, leaving the door open for a minute giving Mizuki time to enter. It was only once Fuji had toed off his shoes that he turned around to face Mizuki.
“And what did you want to talk about that you had to follow me all the way home?” Fuji finally asked.
Mizuki smirked as he twirled some hair with his right index finger. “I know about you and Yuuta-kun.”
Fuji blinked and his smile grew wider. “Ara, you only now realized that we’re brothers?”
“Of course not,” Mizuki snapped. He took a calming breath before starting over. “That wasn’t what I was talking about. I know all about what you and Yuuta do.” Mizuki took a step toward him.
“That we play tennis,” Fuji chuckled, moving out of the entry way and towards his room. “Saa, I never knew you were this slow.”
Mizuki trailed behind Fuji, his smirk faltering before coming back stronger than before with his eyes lighting up. He shut Fuji’s door behind him and shoved the other up against the wall, causing the air to leave him.
“I know everything,” Mizuki purred before forcefully claiming Fuji’s lips. His hands caught Fuji’s and trapped them against the wall. Pulling back slightly he continued, “I know all the naughty things you do together. Yuuta told me about everything, once we’d had sex.” His smirk grew at Fuji’s open blue eyes. “Did you not know that I was fucking your little brother? Oops.”
“You don’t actually expect me to believe you accidentally let that slip out, do you?” Fuji asked, pushing his arms against the pressure that Mizuki had on them.
A nfu escaped from Mizuki. “Not really. But tonight it’s my game.” Mizuki pushed Fuji’s wrists back against the wall and pressed his advantage.
Their tongues clashed, each attacking without giving the slightest bit of ground. One of Mizuki’s hands found its way up to tug on Fuji’s hair, pulling the brown haired boy closer while the other hand tried to work its way up into Fuji’s uniform.
“Are you going to play nice?” Mizuki asked when they were finally forced apart because of a lack of air. Their panting breaths skimmed over each other’s faces.
Fuji smiled, his hand fondling Mizuki through his pants. “Saa. I always play nice.”
Mizuki let out an amused nfu as he pushed Fuji’s hand away. “I think not. My game, my rules,” Mizuki backed up and crossed his arms. “Now be a good little boy and get onto the bed.”
Fuji hesitated for a moment before heading over to the bed with a “saa”. He sat himself on the edge of the bed with legs spread, the bulge in his pants apparent. He let his eyes slid partially open when he tilted his head to the side. Mizuki’s smirk grew at the pose.
“My, my, who would have thought that the great Fuji Syuusuke was such a little slut,” Mizuki said to himself as he walked over. “But it’s no fun when you’re still dressed. Get undressed.”
Fuji kept his eyes on Mizuki as he moved to open his shirt. His fingers slid to push each button out of each hole with a slow precision. After every button, his hands ran up the edge of the fabric to spread it a little wider, revealing a few more inches of his chest. It was only when he could see Mizuki impatience that he let his smile grow larger.
Mizuki knew if he demanded Fuji go faster, it would be the same as admitting that Fuji was in charge. It was Mizuki’s game and he would be damned if he was going to let Fuji control it. So he kept painfully silent watching Fuji’s hands tease the black fabric of his jacket and then the white undershirt off of himself.
Fuji’s hands then moved down to his slacks. His hands trailed from his hips to the pants’ inner seam along his thigh and back up to his groin. He squeezed himself through the fabric before unfastening his pants. At this point he stood and teasingly dropped his pants.
“No underwear?” Mizuki raised an eyebrow before pushing Fuji down onto the bed and straddling him. “Kinky. I guess that means its my win,” Mizuki proclaimed with look of superiority. And with that, he bit at the juncture of Fuji’s neck and shoulder. Fuji gasped at the sensation, his hands clenching Mizuki’s shirt.
It was then that the door banged open with a shout of “Aniki! Sempai!” Both boys on the bed turned to look at the panting form of Yuuta standing in the doorway. Mizuki’s face shocked at the sight of the younger Fuji, while Syuusuke beamed.
“What are you doing here, Yuuta?” Mizuki asked after quickly regaining his composure.
“W-what am I doing here?” Yuuta replied in a soft voice, before regaining his courage. “What are you doing here?”
Mizuki smirked. “I would think that what I’m doing here would be obvious.”
“Saa, it’s about time you got here, Yuuta. I was worried that you weren’t going to come,” Syuusuke’s voice dragged both boys’ attention back to him.
“Yes, well, I got here as soon as I could. It’s not like I can just teleport home, you know,” Yuuta replied sharply.
“And whose fault is it that you moved so far away?”
Yuuta glared at his brother. Or at least he tried to, but when he focused on the position the two were still in, he blushed and turned away. “A-anyway, with you not returning my call and then later that message you left on my phone, I thought that you had killed Mizuki-sempai or something.”
Mizuki’s eyes narrowed at the boy beneath him. “What message, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki asked evenly.
“But I thought Haji-chan wanted to play with the two of us,” Syuusuke smiled innocently.
“Haji-chan?” Yuuta asked disbelieving at the same time as Mizuki’s indignant sputtering.
“Haji-chan?! Don’t call me that!”
Syuusuke took the opportunity to take Mizuki off-balance and flip their positions. He laughed softly at Mizuki’s attempts to regain control. When Mizuki’s struggle ended in a glare, Syuusuke turned his attention to Yuuta, who still stood frozen in the doorway.
“Maa, Yuuta, why don’t you come in and join us.” Yuuta swallowed, but didn’t move. “Saa, come here, Yuuta,” Syuusuke commanded softly.
Yuuta found himself shutting the door and walking over before he realized it. A blush rose on his cheeks and he turned away. “I’m not coming in just because you told me to,” Yuuta protested solidly.
“Maa, maa. Of course not,” Syuusuke placated him.
“And I’m not going to join in-“ Yuuta gestured helplessly at them, “in whatever this is.”
“Yes. Yes,” Syuusuke continued, watching Yuuta’s eyes dart to them and then away again.
“It must be because he’s too scared to join us,” Mizuki spoke with a glint in his eye.
“I’m not scared! I’m joining and there’s nothing you can say to stop me,” Yuuta protested. At the twin looks of smugness, Yuuta rethought his last statement. Too late he realized the trap he had blindly walked into. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to the bed, acting more sure of his decision than he felt.
Syuusuke rose off the bed and covered the distance between them, capturing his younger brother’s lips. His hands pulled Yuuta closer by the tie of his uniform. He navigated them back to the bed where Mizuki sat waiting.
Yuuta felt his brother’s kiss take away any possible resistance he might have put up. His hands found their way up Syuusuke’s smooth chest and over his hard nipples. It was that touch that earned him the moan which urged him on. His fingernails grazed down over the pert nipples, leaving red trails down Fuji’s chest. Fuji’s gasp of delight broke their kiss.
Mizuki took this opportunity to twist Yuuta towards him and capture his now unoccupied mouth. Yuuta grasped Mizuki’s shirt. His grip on Mizuki’s clothing tightened when two pairs of hands began to work at getting under his clothes. That fluttering touch, which he guessed to be his brother’s, trailed along his back to the band of his pants once it had gained access to Yuuta’s skin.
Yuuta pulled away gasping. Mizuki’s hands deftly worked Yuuta’s shirt and tie off with practiced ease, his hands caressing Yuuta’s chest. Yuuta’s eyes fluttered at the sensations that were drowning him. But it was when Mizuki started sucking on his exposed adam’s apple that Yuuta’s legs gave out and he collapsed back into Syuusuke.
Taking advantage of the situation, Syuusuke worked his hands around to work on undoing Yuuta’s pants. Once the opened pants had fallen to the floor, Syuusuke worked one of his hands down along the cleft of Yuuta’s ass.
“S-stop!” Yuuta gasped as Syuusuke’s finger teased his puckered entrance and Mizuki’s hand began to knead his testicles.
“You don’t like this Yuuta?” Syuusuke whispered in Yuuta’s ear as he pressed a finger into Yuuta.
“A-h! B-b-but… Mi-… semp-AH! ... still... clothes…” Yuuta stuttered as jolts of pleasure ran through him. “Unnn-fair-AH!”
“Saa,” Syuusuke drawled, pausing in his ministrations. “It would be rude to ignore him, wouldn’t it?”
Yuuta’s nod in agreement had him shivering in pleasure as his brother’s finger gave him another skillful stroke.
“Oh, but I’m perfectly fine,” Mizuki said with a nfu.
“But nee-san would never forgive us for treating a guest like this,” Syuusuke quickly replied, pulling his hand out of Yuuta’s boxers. He maneuvered himself to the side of Mizuki. His hands trailed along Mizuki’s uniform as he leant towards the dark haired boy. “And it would be shame if the winner didn’t get to play with the two losers. Don’t you agree, Haji-chan?” Syuusuke said, accentuating his question by fondling Mizuki.
“I thought I told you not to call me that,” Mizuki groaned out. Any other comments or protests were cut off as Yuuta’s mouth captured his and both Fuji brothers’ hands went to work on his clothes. A trail of clothes fell to the floor as the brothers maneuvered Mizuki to Syuusuke’s bed. Yuuta sat down first at the edge of the bed, pulling Mizuki to sit down on his lap. Syuusuke sank down to his knees before the two. Mizuki’s eyes glinted as he looked down on the tensai.
“Do it,” Mizuki ordered. Syuusuke’s blue eyes locked with Yuuta’s gray eyes for a moment before turning towards Mizuki’s penis.
A loud gasp escaped Mizuki as his penis was taken into Syuusuke’s warm mouth. The wet warmth engulfing his entire length before pulling away to only encircle the tip. Mizuki’s hands tangled in the brown hair beneath him as Syuusuke’s tongue teased the head. And when Syuusuke’s teeth grazed his length, the only sign of his discomfort was the tightening of his grip on Syuusuke’s hair.
Yuuta for his part had managed to retrieve the lube that would soon be needed. After spreading some on his fingers, he began the work of prepping Mizuki. He inserted a finger when his brother scraped his teeth down Mizuki and worked the finger in time with the rhythm Syuusuke had set.
It was frustrating for Mizuki that whenever he thought to voice his complaint about being the one being stretched, Syuusuke would hum (ever so delightfully), causing him to lose his train of thought. And if it weren’t for the fact that Mizuki’s whole body was begging for release from this torture, he would have stopped it and voiced his anger over the situation.
Syuusuke watched as Mizuki lost himself in what was happening to him. And when Yuuta gave a nod, Syuusuke released Mizuki from his mouth and backed away a step. Mizuki’s eyes snapped open at the loss of Syuusuke’s mouth. It was then that he also realized that Yuuta’s fingers were no longer inside him.
“What are you planning?” Mizuki asked with a growl, lust still filling his eyes. Syuusuke just smiled as he stood up.
It was at that moment that Yuuta turned them over. Mizuki’s indignant cry of protest was muffled by the fact that his face pressed down into the bed. Yuuta took the chance to press the head of his already prepared cock to the entrance of Mizuki’s ass. He slowly pushed in, pausing when Mizuki’s grip turned white from grasping the blankets. It was only once Mizuki’s grip loosened that Yuuta pressed further in. Once Yuuta was fully seated in him, Mizuki raised his face from the bed to try and look behind him.
Syuusuke pressed up behind Yuuta, his fingers working their way into his younger brother to stretch him as he had stretched Mizuki. When Syuusuke’s finger pressed against his protate, Yuuta involuntarily thrust into Mizuki. Syuusuke smiled at their groans and quickened his ministrations, feeling himself throbbing with their moans.
Once he was sure Yuuta was stretched, he covered his penis in lube and entered him. The warm familiar heat caused him to groan.
“How does it feel?” Syuusuke asked, his breath tickling Yuuta’s ear.
“Ready whenever you are,” Yuuta groaned back. He gave a little thrust into Mizuki. “What about you sempai?”
Mizuki squeezed Yuuta’s penis in response, causing the younger boy to moan. Syuusuke took that as his cue to start moving. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in. The movement pulled Yuuta out and then pushed him deeper into Mizuki than he had been originally. The sounds of the two boys beneath him moaning encouraged Syuusuke to increase his pace.
The sound of flesh slapping into flesh among panting groans filled the room. Yuuta reached down and grasped Mizuki’s weeping penis, pumping it in time to the thrusts. Mizuki’s inarticulate cry was the first to fill the room after only two pumps. The clenching of Mizuki’s body around Yuuta, brought Yuuta to climax a few strokes later, who was quickly followed by Syuusuke.
The three boys collapsed down. Syuusuke pulled out of Yuuta and moved to fully lie on the bed. Yuuta and Mizuki followed and lay next to him.
It was at this point that Mizuki thought back over what had just happened. Under normal circumstances, this never would have happened to him. After all, he would have never let this happen to him. In fact, it had to be the fault of one Fuji Syuusuke. Because Syuusuke was the one that distracted him with that blow job, so that Yuuta could catch him unawares. And now Mizuki would be sore for tomorrow’s practice. Mizuki turned to glare at boy who he blamed for it all.
“Game set and match, Fuji Syuusuke,” Syuusuke purred at Mizuki. Mizuki grumbled at the pronouncement, causing Syuusuke to laugh. “Better luck next time, Haji-chan.”
“I thought I told you not to call me that,” Mizuki hissed back.
“Would you both just shut up? ‘M trying to sleep,” Yuuta grumbled from between the two, burying his face further into the bed.
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I hope this is what you were looking for Kira. :) And I hope you liked it. ^______^
Syuusuke x Yuuta x Mizuki. Starts out as a triangle, turns into a threesome. I'd like for Fuji to be in charge, but likes to let the other two think that they are. Manipulative sex. Bonus points for "trying to be dom and failing utterly" Mizuki. :D