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kat8chaTitle: Sengoku Does Them All
Author: K8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sengoku/Everyone
Summary: ...HAPPY BIRTHDAY SENGOKU.
Seigaku
In Sengoku’s defense, he was just starting to ‘experiment’ with boys when he met Fuji Syuusuke. Fuji Syuusuke was almost anyone’s classical version of feminine beauty. Which was totally insane because Fuji was clearly male. Still, Fuji made Sengoku leer, especially when Fuji bent over to pick up a tennis ball and Seigaku’s white shorts clung to his ass.
“Sengoku.” Tezuka Kunimitsu, was, a girl (or guy’s) dream job. He was tall, had a deep voice, and when his eyes pinned you down you stayed pinned. “You came here to negotiate a match.”
“Ah!” Sengoku laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry! I can’t help but watch,” cute rear ends, “good tennis!”
“Hn.” Tezuka grunted, glancing past Sengoku onto the court.
“Perhaps Sengoku-kun should stay after practice, Tezuka.” Fuji Syuusuke purred from somewhere around Sengoku’s shoulder. Jumping Sengoku skittered away from the fence. Fuji smirked at him for a second before his face shifted back to his usual serene smile. “We could play a match, give him something to look forward to.”
Sengoku shifted nervously, glancing around the quiet courts. For some reason, maybe the fact that everyone was staring at Tezuka and Fuji with anticipation, Sengoku figured that ‘a match’ might mean something else entirely.
“…” Tezuka appeared to consider it, though with his face nearly emotionless it was hard to tell, before relenting. “Ah.”
The courts let out a sigh of relief and then everyone began whispering to each other, sneaking glances at Sengoku. Sengoku adjusted his collar, definitely feeling like something was going on.
“Keep your mind on your plans Sengoku-kun! You’ll see more of what Seigaku has to offer later.”
Ignoring the Minami-esque voice in the back of his head shrieking to ‘leave now’, Sengoku grinned. “I can’t wait.” Fuji and Tezuka traded another look before Fuji headed back to his game. Watching the way Fuji Syuusuke’s ass filled out this shorts, Sengoku knew that he was probably making the right choice. Probably.
St. Rudolph
“Nfu. Nfu. Nfu.” Sengoku attempted to wiggle out of the blindfold, though the chuckling definitely gave away his assailant’s identity. “Are you sure you won’t join St. Rudolph’s Sengoku-kun?”
“Never!” Sengoku cried, grinning widely. He felt like someone in a spy movie, except with less torture and a lot more… “A-aha…. Ooh…” Mizuki’s mouth was wet, and warm, and hot around his cock, and the suction was just perfect. With the blindfold on Sengoku could even forget that Mizuki wasn’t a girl. Mizuki smelled like a girl, and had baby soft skin like a girl…
“Mmm, do that again.” Sengoku moaned.
“You heard him Yuuta-kun.” Mizuki chuckled. “Do that again.”
Sengoku blinked behind the blindfold, his mind stuttering to a halt as he realized that Fuji Yuuta was the one sucking him off. Yuuta’s brother was going to kill him.
But damn if Sengoku wasn’t gonna die happy.
Then he feels a silky ribbon wrap around his erection. Sengoku groans.
“Ah, Atsushi-kun, glad you could join us.” Sengoku can hear the smirk in Mizuki’s voice. “Sengoku-kun, are you sure you won’t reconsider joining St. Rudolph’s?”
Fudomine
“Hey! You! Stop pestering An-chan!” Sengoku looked up from flirting with the beautiful Tachibana An at someone’s angry shout. Looking around he spotted Kamio, huffing, and puffing, very red in the face, glowering at them.
“Eh? Rhythm-kun! Why don’t you come over here and join us?” Sengoku patted the chair next to him.
Kamio scowled, then gradually made his way over. An giggled behind her hand, making Kamio flush an interesting shade of red and sit down hastily. Kicking his feet under the table Kamio hastily retracted them when they accidentally brushed against both Sengoku’s and An’s. “Sorry.”
Sengoku grinned. “That’s alright Rhythm-kun!” Ignoring Kamio’s muttering about the fact that he had a name Sengoku turned to smile winningly at An. “Now like I was saying An-chan, there’s a fundamental flaw to your theory. Rhythm-kun here is completely straight.”
“What?”! Kamio spazzed. “What are you talking to An-chan about you bastard?”
An laughed, enjoying the show as Kamio grabbed Sengoku’s shirt and hauled him close. “It’s alright Kamio-kun. I’m the one who brought it up with Kiyosumi. I was talking about how tennis makes boys gay.”
Kamio’s hands flexed on Sengoku’s shirt. Sengoku grinned up into the redhead’s conflicted face. “See, but An-chan has to be wrong, because you’re completely straight aren’t you Rhythm-kun?”
Kamio’s face twisted and Sengoku could almost see the other boys thoughts. If Kamio admitted to being gay, then An-chan wouldn’t want him anymore, but if he said he was straight then he’d be saying An-chan was wrong…
Blinking in surprise as he was pulled forward Sengoku found his lips meeting the aggressive mouth of one Kamio Akira. An-chan giggled and applauded merrily when Sengoku grabbed Kamio’s shoulders and started kissing back.
Hey, nothing wrong with putting on a bit of a show.
Rokkaku
Surf, sun, and beach bunnies. Sengoku stretched his arms up behind his head as he relaxed. His parents had decided to take a trip to Chiba during Golden Week, and Sengoku’d be damned if he didn’t get as much of a tan as possible. That, and Sengoku’s spot on the beach afforded premium girl watching. The weather was spring like, just the right amount of warmth without it being too warm.
“Watch out!” Sengoku caught sight of a speeding object heading straight for him. Sitting up Sengoku caught the volley ball before it could plow into his stomach. A lithe black haired teen jogged over, his long hair swinging behind him. “Thanks. Aoi still hits first, aims later.”
“No problem.” Sengoku held out the volley ball, but was loath to let go of it. “Do you guys need an extra?”
The black haired teen (and he looked vaguely familiar, had Sengoku hit on him before?) glanced at Sengoku distrustfully before shrugging. “No, we’re pretty good right now. At least…”
Suddenly there was a shout, and a flurry of commotion from where the volleyball net was set up. Sengoku glanced over the teen’s redhat and watched a number of sexy scantily clad teens cluster around a fallen form.
“At least until Shudou knocks himself out.” The black haired teen sighed. Turning around he tossed the volleyball back to his friends. “He didn’t even have the ball! What did he do this time?!”
Turning back to Sengoku the teen smirked. “We’d love to have you.”
With his hat tipped a certain way and his eyes hidden… “Hey, are you related to an Atsushi?”
“He’s my brother.” Ryou grabbed Sengoku’s wrist and started pulling him towards the volleyball net. “Oh everyone’s going to love meeting you. Tennis right? They’ll want a match.”
Remembering other teams and their ‘matches’ Sengoku couldn’t help checking out Ryou’s ass. “I can’t wait.”
Hyotei
“Sengoku.” Sengoku glanced up when he heard his name. There was no mistaking that pompous tone of voice.
“Atobe!” Hopping up from his seat on the bleachers Sengoku waved. Atobe, and all of Hyotei, were arrayed on the top bench. Sengoku always wondered how they managed to do that, get themselves perfectly set up before anyone noticed they were there. It must be because their sneakers were all hideously expensive and so made no noise. “Slumming it are you To-kun?"
Atobe’s eyebrow twitched. “If you know how my name is pronounced why do you deliberately mangle it?”
Sengoku pretended to think about it. “For the same reason you address yourself with ‘sama’?” Smirking insolently Sengoku took the bleacher’s steps two at a time, quickly making his way up to the top bench.
Sauntering past all of the staring Hyotei regulars Sengoku placed himself in front of Atobe. Ignoring the height difference, it really wasn’t that big of a difference anyway, Sengoku pretended to look down his nose at Atobe. Losing it after a few seconds Sengoku shrugged. “Want a match Atobe-sama?”
“I heard you had a ‘match’ with Seigaku.” Ooh, that was definitely a glint in Atobe’s eye. “Do you remember the matches we had at Senbatsu?”
“Oooh yeah…” Back when Sengoku thought he was straight. Mostly. Atobe had totally proved that Sengoku was at least a little bit bisexual. “What, you want to have that kind of match in front of your team?” Sengoku grinned. “Exhibitionist much?”
Atobe snagged Sengoku’s wrist, pulling him into a kiss. Sengoku’s surprised shout was lost against Atobe’s searching tongue as it plunged between his partially opened lips. Sengoku decided to go with it. Atobe was an excellent kisser after all.
Pushed back against a broad chest Sengoku blinked. “What?”
“I thought I’d let my team try you out.” Atobe’s superior smirk grated on Sengoku’s nerves. “I don’t let them have fun with other teams that often.” Atobe settled back on the bleachers and motioned for his team to get started.
“Voyeur.” Sengoku snorted before Oshitari Yuushi reeled him in for a kiss.
Rikkai
“Nng.” Sengoku grunted, his hands grabbing at Yagyuu’s thighs as Niou propelled him forward. Yagyuu’s hips thrust forward, Yagyuu’s cock sliding down his throat. Yagyuu’s legs shuddered in Sengoku’s grip as Sengoku swallowed around him.
“Oh yeah.” Niou thrust forward again, his hand under Sengoku’s body, toying with Sengoku’s rock hard erection. “You’re tight Sengoku.”
Yukimura chuckled, and a shudder ripped down Sengoku’s back when Yukimura’s hand replacing Niou’s and giving a sharp tug. “He won’t be so tight by the time we’re through.”
Sengoku whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing rapidly. He couldn’t believe that half an hour ago all he’d been doing was flirting with Marui. And now he was coming for the second time. Yukimura’s hand wasn’t as sweet as Marui’s ass, but right now Sengoku was overstimulated and…
“Mmmph!” Sengoku felt Yagyuu come, semen splurting all over Sengoku’s face when Yagyuu pulled out. Blinking several times Sengoku watched as Yagyuu moved out of his field of vision, replaced by Yukimura who held out a jizz soaked hand. “It’s your mess Sengoku-kun, you should clean it up.” Sengoku licked his lips, tasting the salt of Yagyuu’s come and feeling it drip off his face. Niou’s fingernails dug into his hips as he orgasmed, and then Sengoku was left dripping, with Yukimura’s hand still hovering in front of his face.
Yukimura placed the slick fingers against Sengoku’s lips and leaned in close to murmur in Sengoku’s ear. “Be good, and maybe we’ll have Marui come back and suck you off, mm?”
“Lucky.” Sengoku murmured tiredly, his tongue lapping at Yukimura’s fingers.
Higa
Sengoku whistled as he strolled past several shops. Spotting a blonde beauty walking with a redhead in front of him Sengoku rubbed his hands together. “Lucky…” Jogging ahead Sengoku stepped in front of the two. “I couldn’t help but… oh, you’re a guy.”
The redhead burst out laughing while the blond looked highly displeased. “At least I don’t look like a dog,” the blond muttered, kicking the redhead in the shin.
Noticing that the blond spoke with a distinctive Okinawa accent, Sengoku’s grin came back. “If you two don’t know your way around I’d be glad to show you some hot spots.”
The blond raised an eyebrow. “Even though we’re both guys?”
“Sure.” Sengoku shrugged. “No reason not to be hospitable!”
The blond tossed his long hair over one shoulder before turning around. “Eishirou!” He shouted. “We found someone to show us around!”
Sengoku raised an eyebrow. A third? Lucky, maybe he would be able to get the blond to himself. “I’m Sengoku Kiyosumi.”
“Hirakoba Rin, and the laughing idiot is Kai Yuujirou.” Kai gave a brief nod. “And this,” Rin motioned to the newcomer, “is Kite Eishirou.”
Kite gave off the same type of presence as Akutsu, despite the fact that Kite was definitely shorter, danger radiated off them both in waves. Sengoku racked his brain for any mention of a ‘Kite’. Hadn’t there been one… Oh!
“Kite Eishirou! You’re the Hitman! And captain of Higa’s tennis team!” Sengoku recalled Kite being at the captain’s meeting with… oh yeah, a redhead. Glancing at Kai’s distinctive hat Sengoku hid a wince. The hat was definitely memorable.
“Yes.” Kite stated, the monosyllabic answer dripping with malevolence. “Is that a problem?”
“Nope.” Sengoku grinned and stuck his hands into his pockets. He could handle Akutsu, he could handle Kite. “No trouble at all. Should we go?”
Shitenhouji
“Do you always bring your own brownies to someone else’s party?” Sengoku asked, picking up one of Chitose’s brownies and taking a bite.
“Mine are all natural.” Chitose stated. “Mixes are too corporate.”
“Other people could make their brownies from scratch…” There was definitely something odd about these brownies. Sengoku shrugged it off and downed his bite with some soda.
“Yeah, but mine are made with love. Lots of love.”
“Is that what you’re calling it now?” Shiraishi stated, reaching over Sengoku’s shoulder to pick up a brownie for himself. “I’m not sure the police would agree.”
Sengoku blinked. “The police?” Shiraishi crowded up against his back, and an arm wrapped suddenly around his waist.
“If you think the police disapprove of my ‘ecstasy’ you should see what they do about Chitose’s ‘love’.” Sengoku’s laugh was cut short by a sharp nip to his earlobe. “If you let us take you upstairs, we could show you both.”
“Upstairs?” Sengoku cleared his throat. “I’m cool with that.”
“Gross, senpai.” Zaizen muttered, as Sengoku was lead past him.
Yamabuki
Sengoku lay on the bench in Yamabuki’s club room. Sweat dripped down his chin to slide down his neck and around to the back. “Nn.”
“Sengoku-senpai! You can’t just lay there desu!” Dan grabbed his hand and attempted to tug Sengoku up. “We’re going to have the shower orgy desu! It’s your turn to be on bottom!”
“Dan-kun…” Sengoku groaned, his body seeming to creak as he moved. “I’m all ‘bottomed out’ it’s been a long week.”
Dan placed his hands on his hips indignantly. “Fine desu! You lose your turn to top next week desu!”
Author: K8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sengoku/Everyone
Summary: ...HAPPY BIRTHDAY SENGOKU.
Seigaku
In Sengoku’s defense, he was just starting to ‘experiment’ with boys when he met Fuji Syuusuke. Fuji Syuusuke was almost anyone’s classical version of feminine beauty. Which was totally insane because Fuji was clearly male. Still, Fuji made Sengoku leer, especially when Fuji bent over to pick up a tennis ball and Seigaku’s white shorts clung to his ass.
“Sengoku.” Tezuka Kunimitsu, was, a girl (or guy’s) dream job. He was tall, had a deep voice, and when his eyes pinned you down you stayed pinned. “You came here to negotiate a match.”
“Ah!” Sengoku laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry! I can’t help but watch,” cute rear ends, “good tennis!”
“Hn.” Tezuka grunted, glancing past Sengoku onto the court.
“Perhaps Sengoku-kun should stay after practice, Tezuka.” Fuji Syuusuke purred from somewhere around Sengoku’s shoulder. Jumping Sengoku skittered away from the fence. Fuji smirked at him for a second before his face shifted back to his usual serene smile. “We could play a match, give him something to look forward to.”
Sengoku shifted nervously, glancing around the quiet courts. For some reason, maybe the fact that everyone was staring at Tezuka and Fuji with anticipation, Sengoku figured that ‘a match’ might mean something else entirely.
“…” Tezuka appeared to consider it, though with his face nearly emotionless it was hard to tell, before relenting. “Ah.”
The courts let out a sigh of relief and then everyone began whispering to each other, sneaking glances at Sengoku. Sengoku adjusted his collar, definitely feeling like something was going on.
“Keep your mind on your plans Sengoku-kun! You’ll see more of what Seigaku has to offer later.”
Ignoring the Minami-esque voice in the back of his head shrieking to ‘leave now’, Sengoku grinned. “I can’t wait.” Fuji and Tezuka traded another look before Fuji headed back to his game. Watching the way Fuji Syuusuke’s ass filled out this shorts, Sengoku knew that he was probably making the right choice. Probably.
St. Rudolph
“Nfu. Nfu. Nfu.” Sengoku attempted to wiggle out of the blindfold, though the chuckling definitely gave away his assailant’s identity. “Are you sure you won’t join St. Rudolph’s Sengoku-kun?”
“Never!” Sengoku cried, grinning widely. He felt like someone in a spy movie, except with less torture and a lot more… “A-aha…. Ooh…” Mizuki’s mouth was wet, and warm, and hot around his cock, and the suction was just perfect. With the blindfold on Sengoku could even forget that Mizuki wasn’t a girl. Mizuki smelled like a girl, and had baby soft skin like a girl…
“Mmm, do that again.” Sengoku moaned.
“You heard him Yuuta-kun.” Mizuki chuckled. “Do that again.”
Sengoku blinked behind the blindfold, his mind stuttering to a halt as he realized that Fuji Yuuta was the one sucking him off. Yuuta’s brother was going to kill him.
But damn if Sengoku wasn’t gonna die happy.
Then he feels a silky ribbon wrap around his erection. Sengoku groans.
“Ah, Atsushi-kun, glad you could join us.” Sengoku can hear the smirk in Mizuki’s voice. “Sengoku-kun, are you sure you won’t reconsider joining St. Rudolph’s?”
Fudomine
“Hey! You! Stop pestering An-chan!” Sengoku looked up from flirting with the beautiful Tachibana An at someone’s angry shout. Looking around he spotted Kamio, huffing, and puffing, very red in the face, glowering at them.
“Eh? Rhythm-kun! Why don’t you come over here and join us?” Sengoku patted the chair next to him.
Kamio scowled, then gradually made his way over. An giggled behind her hand, making Kamio flush an interesting shade of red and sit down hastily. Kicking his feet under the table Kamio hastily retracted them when they accidentally brushed against both Sengoku’s and An’s. “Sorry.”
Sengoku grinned. “That’s alright Rhythm-kun!” Ignoring Kamio’s muttering about the fact that he had a name Sengoku turned to smile winningly at An. “Now like I was saying An-chan, there’s a fundamental flaw to your theory. Rhythm-kun here is completely straight.”
“What?”! Kamio spazzed. “What are you talking to An-chan about you bastard?”
An laughed, enjoying the show as Kamio grabbed Sengoku’s shirt and hauled him close. “It’s alright Kamio-kun. I’m the one who brought it up with Kiyosumi. I was talking about how tennis makes boys gay.”
Kamio’s hands flexed on Sengoku’s shirt. Sengoku grinned up into the redhead’s conflicted face. “See, but An-chan has to be wrong, because you’re completely straight aren’t you Rhythm-kun?”
Kamio’s face twisted and Sengoku could almost see the other boys thoughts. If Kamio admitted to being gay, then An-chan wouldn’t want him anymore, but if he said he was straight then he’d be saying An-chan was wrong…
Blinking in surprise as he was pulled forward Sengoku found his lips meeting the aggressive mouth of one Kamio Akira. An-chan giggled and applauded merrily when Sengoku grabbed Kamio’s shoulders and started kissing back.
Hey, nothing wrong with putting on a bit of a show.
Rokkaku
Surf, sun, and beach bunnies. Sengoku stretched his arms up behind his head as he relaxed. His parents had decided to take a trip to Chiba during Golden Week, and Sengoku’d be damned if he didn’t get as much of a tan as possible. That, and Sengoku’s spot on the beach afforded premium girl watching. The weather was spring like, just the right amount of warmth without it being too warm.
“Watch out!” Sengoku caught sight of a speeding object heading straight for him. Sitting up Sengoku caught the volley ball before it could plow into his stomach. A lithe black haired teen jogged over, his long hair swinging behind him. “Thanks. Aoi still hits first, aims later.”
“No problem.” Sengoku held out the volley ball, but was loath to let go of it. “Do you guys need an extra?”
The black haired teen (and he looked vaguely familiar, had Sengoku hit on him before?) glanced at Sengoku distrustfully before shrugging. “No, we’re pretty good right now. At least…”
Suddenly there was a shout, and a flurry of commotion from where the volleyball net was set up. Sengoku glanced over the teen’s redhat and watched a number of sexy scantily clad teens cluster around a fallen form.
“At least until Shudou knocks himself out.” The black haired teen sighed. Turning around he tossed the volleyball back to his friends. “He didn’t even have the ball! What did he do this time?!”
Turning back to Sengoku the teen smirked. “We’d love to have you.”
With his hat tipped a certain way and his eyes hidden… “Hey, are you related to an Atsushi?”
“He’s my brother.” Ryou grabbed Sengoku’s wrist and started pulling him towards the volleyball net. “Oh everyone’s going to love meeting you. Tennis right? They’ll want a match.”
Remembering other teams and their ‘matches’ Sengoku couldn’t help checking out Ryou’s ass. “I can’t wait.”
Hyotei
“Sengoku.” Sengoku glanced up when he heard his name. There was no mistaking that pompous tone of voice.
“Atobe!” Hopping up from his seat on the bleachers Sengoku waved. Atobe, and all of Hyotei, were arrayed on the top bench. Sengoku always wondered how they managed to do that, get themselves perfectly set up before anyone noticed they were there. It must be because their sneakers were all hideously expensive and so made no noise. “Slumming it are you To-kun?"
Atobe’s eyebrow twitched. “If you know how my name is pronounced why do you deliberately mangle it?”
Sengoku pretended to think about it. “For the same reason you address yourself with ‘sama’?” Smirking insolently Sengoku took the bleacher’s steps two at a time, quickly making his way up to the top bench.
Sauntering past all of the staring Hyotei regulars Sengoku placed himself in front of Atobe. Ignoring the height difference, it really wasn’t that big of a difference anyway, Sengoku pretended to look down his nose at Atobe. Losing it after a few seconds Sengoku shrugged. “Want a match Atobe-sama?”
“I heard you had a ‘match’ with Seigaku.” Ooh, that was definitely a glint in Atobe’s eye. “Do you remember the matches we had at Senbatsu?”
“Oooh yeah…” Back when Sengoku thought he was straight. Mostly. Atobe had totally proved that Sengoku was at least a little bit bisexual. “What, you want to have that kind of match in front of your team?” Sengoku grinned. “Exhibitionist much?”
Atobe snagged Sengoku’s wrist, pulling him into a kiss. Sengoku’s surprised shout was lost against Atobe’s searching tongue as it plunged between his partially opened lips. Sengoku decided to go with it. Atobe was an excellent kisser after all.
Pushed back against a broad chest Sengoku blinked. “What?”
“I thought I’d let my team try you out.” Atobe’s superior smirk grated on Sengoku’s nerves. “I don’t let them have fun with other teams that often.” Atobe settled back on the bleachers and motioned for his team to get started.
“Voyeur.” Sengoku snorted before Oshitari Yuushi reeled him in for a kiss.
Rikkai
“Nng.” Sengoku grunted, his hands grabbing at Yagyuu’s thighs as Niou propelled him forward. Yagyuu’s hips thrust forward, Yagyuu’s cock sliding down his throat. Yagyuu’s legs shuddered in Sengoku’s grip as Sengoku swallowed around him.
“Oh yeah.” Niou thrust forward again, his hand under Sengoku’s body, toying with Sengoku’s rock hard erection. “You’re tight Sengoku.”
Yukimura chuckled, and a shudder ripped down Sengoku’s back when Yukimura’s hand replacing Niou’s and giving a sharp tug. “He won’t be so tight by the time we’re through.”
Sengoku whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing rapidly. He couldn’t believe that half an hour ago all he’d been doing was flirting with Marui. And now he was coming for the second time. Yukimura’s hand wasn’t as sweet as Marui’s ass, but right now Sengoku was overstimulated and…
“Mmmph!” Sengoku felt Yagyuu come, semen splurting all over Sengoku’s face when Yagyuu pulled out. Blinking several times Sengoku watched as Yagyuu moved out of his field of vision, replaced by Yukimura who held out a jizz soaked hand. “It’s your mess Sengoku-kun, you should clean it up.” Sengoku licked his lips, tasting the salt of Yagyuu’s come and feeling it drip off his face. Niou’s fingernails dug into his hips as he orgasmed, and then Sengoku was left dripping, with Yukimura’s hand still hovering in front of his face.
Yukimura placed the slick fingers against Sengoku’s lips and leaned in close to murmur in Sengoku’s ear. “Be good, and maybe we’ll have Marui come back and suck you off, mm?”
“Lucky.” Sengoku murmured tiredly, his tongue lapping at Yukimura’s fingers.
Higa
Sengoku whistled as he strolled past several shops. Spotting a blonde beauty walking with a redhead in front of him Sengoku rubbed his hands together. “Lucky…” Jogging ahead Sengoku stepped in front of the two. “I couldn’t help but… oh, you’re a guy.”
The redhead burst out laughing while the blond looked highly displeased. “At least I don’t look like a dog,” the blond muttered, kicking the redhead in the shin.
Noticing that the blond spoke with a distinctive Okinawa accent, Sengoku’s grin came back. “If you two don’t know your way around I’d be glad to show you some hot spots.”
The blond raised an eyebrow. “Even though we’re both guys?”
“Sure.” Sengoku shrugged. “No reason not to be hospitable!”
The blond tossed his long hair over one shoulder before turning around. “Eishirou!” He shouted. “We found someone to show us around!”
Sengoku raised an eyebrow. A third? Lucky, maybe he would be able to get the blond to himself. “I’m Sengoku Kiyosumi.”
“Hirakoba Rin, and the laughing idiot is Kai Yuujirou.” Kai gave a brief nod. “And this,” Rin motioned to the newcomer, “is Kite Eishirou.”
Kite gave off the same type of presence as Akutsu, despite the fact that Kite was definitely shorter, danger radiated off them both in waves. Sengoku racked his brain for any mention of a ‘Kite’. Hadn’t there been one… Oh!
“Kite Eishirou! You’re the Hitman! And captain of Higa’s tennis team!” Sengoku recalled Kite being at the captain’s meeting with… oh yeah, a redhead. Glancing at Kai’s distinctive hat Sengoku hid a wince. The hat was definitely memorable.
“Yes.” Kite stated, the monosyllabic answer dripping with malevolence. “Is that a problem?”
“Nope.” Sengoku grinned and stuck his hands into his pockets. He could handle Akutsu, he could handle Kite. “No trouble at all. Should we go?”
Shitenhouji
“Do you always bring your own brownies to someone else’s party?” Sengoku asked, picking up one of Chitose’s brownies and taking a bite.
“Mine are all natural.” Chitose stated. “Mixes are too corporate.”
“Other people could make their brownies from scratch…” There was definitely something odd about these brownies. Sengoku shrugged it off and downed his bite with some soda.
“Yeah, but mine are made with love. Lots of love.”
“Is that what you’re calling it now?” Shiraishi stated, reaching over Sengoku’s shoulder to pick up a brownie for himself. “I’m not sure the police would agree.”
Sengoku blinked. “The police?” Shiraishi crowded up against his back, and an arm wrapped suddenly around his waist.
“If you think the police disapprove of my ‘ecstasy’ you should see what they do about Chitose’s ‘love’.” Sengoku’s laugh was cut short by a sharp nip to his earlobe. “If you let us take you upstairs, we could show you both.”
“Upstairs?” Sengoku cleared his throat. “I’m cool with that.”
“Gross, senpai.” Zaizen muttered, as Sengoku was lead past him.
Yamabuki
Sengoku lay on the bench in Yamabuki’s club room. Sweat dripped down his chin to slide down his neck and around to the back. “Nn.”
“Sengoku-senpai! You can’t just lay there desu!” Dan grabbed his hand and attempted to tug Sengoku up. “We’re going to have the shower orgy desu! It’s your turn to be on bottom!”
“Dan-kun…” Sengoku groaned, his body seeming to creak as he moved. “I’m all ‘bottomed out’ it’s been a long week.”
Dan placed his hands on his hips indignantly. “Fine desu! You lose your turn to top next week desu!”
