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Title: Sugar Lick
Author: me
Pairing: Implied Rikkai Orgy, Niou/Marui Yagyuu/Marui
Rating: R
Summary: Marui considers Jackal's sexy billboard, ponders the possibilities of food and sex, and deals with a gentleman in his back room.
A/N: In Yaoiland... all things are possible? Also, not mine, and was intended to actually be much longer, and make it to Rikkai orgy, but it never did, so after months of it sitting on my HD I decided to post it.
Marui licked the sugar from his fingertips, staring up at the big underwear ad across from the park. Marui liked to come here on his lunch break because it gave the best view of the billboard. That and it was a nice place to eat a sugar filled pastry or two… or three. Maybe five if Marui was feeling a little sugar low. The underwear ad was a work of art, done of course by Fuji Syuusuke, a genius with a racket and a camera. It was the model who captured Marui’s attention though. There was nothing that made Marui feel quite as hungry as smooth chocolate skin with just the barest covering of Calvin Klein underwear. Well, that same chocolate skin laying against pale porcelain, or wrapped around gold… Yeah, some things made Marui as lustful as Jackal’s underwear ad but they were few and far between.
“Mmm.” Maybe Marui could pick up some chocolate sauce tonight. Chocolate sauce and see if Niou was willing to offer up his fuzzy handcuffs. Niou tended to be a little possessive of any of their bondage equipment, but Marui was sure he could convince Niou it was for a good cause. After all Yukimura would be returning from his latest tennis tournament sometime today.
Dusting his hands on his thighs Marui stood and headed back to his bakery. Yukimura was going to be arriving sometime around dinner. He was probably going to be tired but knowing Yukimura not even fatal illness or a painful injury would keep him from enjoying at least one round of sex. Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket Marui checked his text messages. Three from Kirihara complaining about his college classes, his professors, and his fellow students respectively. Two of them were from Yanagi, the first cautioned Marui against eating too many sweets and the second was a note that they already had chocolate sauce in the fridge.
Marui made a face and used his shoulder to push the door to his bakery open. Of course Yanagi would know what he was thinking. Yanagi said nothing about whipped cream though so Marui assumed he should pick up that.
“Mr. Marui!” The young man behind the counter waved frantically at Marui. “There’s someone in your office! He said he knew you but…”
Squeezing his cellphone back into his pocket, his cellphone was small but his pants were tight, Marui shrugged. “Well, if it’s someone I don’t like, I’ll mace the sucker. Okay? Okay. If you hear a scream call the police.” Jauntily tipping an imaginary hat at a few well endowed, and by that Marui meant rotund, women who had just stepped into the shop Marui skipped off to his office. The door was unlocked which hardly surprised Marui. Locks would not keep this person out.
“Yagyuu.” Nodding at Yagyuu Marui moved past him to take a seat on the corner of his desk. Sure the corner tended to dig into his crotch but it was a good position to take if Yagyuu was going to push him onto the desk and ravish him. “Did you need something?”
“Do I need a reason to come see you?” Yagyuu’s glasses were opaque as ever, giving nothing away from his blank face. Marui knew Yagyuu had emotions, knew it as well as he knew the recipes for meringue, but a lot of Yagyuu’s emotions were hidden behind his glasses. Once Kirihara had smashed the glasses all to hell in irritation.
No one was ever going to try that again. Kirihara had been traumatized for weeks and had spent the time hiding behind Yukimura as much as possible. Yukimura was exempt from all petty battles and attempts at retribution simply because no one really wanted to see what would happen if Yukimura got pissed at them. Occasionally Yukimura would involve himself in a scheme or quarrel, but it was always in good fun and no one ever got hurt.
“Sure you need a reason.” Marui tapped his heel against his desk in impatience. Yagyuu didn’t really need a reason, unlike Yanagi, but Yagyuu always had a reason. “You always do.”
Yagyuu stepped up to the desk, his legs brushing against Marui’s before he cupped the back of Marui’s head. Yagyuu was always gentle to start off with, it was deceiving. “This isn’t reason enough?” Yagyuu kissed Marui then, his lips coyly rubbing against Marui’s before his tongue flickered out to beg entrance into Marui’s mouth. Marui allowed it, his own tongue volleying with Yagyuu’s, quick slides and spit being swapped between them. Marui set his hands on Yagyuu’s shoulders. The sharp edges of Yagyuu’s shoulders dug uncomfortably into Marui’s palm.
When the kiss ended both men’s pants echoed in Marui’s office. The office seemed too hot and too small after that kiss. “You always have a reason, Niou.” Marui tapped Niou’s shoulders, pushing him back a little. Yagyuu, Marui might engage in sex in the office with. Niou… Marui needed to set ground rules first.
“What gave me away?” Niou questioned, tossing the fake glasses into Marui’s trash.
“Your height.” Marui stuck his tongue out at Niou. “Did you just come down to screw me in my office?” Marui knew that for Niou, that would be reason enough.
Niou shook his head, the ends of the brown wig brushing against his deceptively thin neck. Now that Marui had realized it was Niou he was seeing all the small differences that set Niou and Yagyuu apart. The reason the two of them were able to switch identities even now were because people rarely looked beneath the surface.
“Came to see if you had any ideas of a welcome back for Yukimura.” Niou pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and tossed it at Marui. “The kid had a few ideas, but Yanagi was already out the door before I could ask. Guess that meant no.”
Marui looked over the list, snickering slightly at the unimaginative suggestions put forth by Kirihara. Most of them started with ‘me on top’. Marui had to admit, Kirihara rarely got anywhere near the top, and it was good that the kid had a dream to work towards. “You’ve been so busy on your latest masterpiece you aren’t ten steps ahead?”
Niou’s motion to run his fingers through his hair died halfway and his arm dropped to his side. Marui knew it had everything to do with Niou not wanting to mess up the wig, and nothing to do with Marui shocking him. “I’m five steps ahead, but that only gets us up till Yukimura walks through the door.” There were bits of paint under Niou’s nails, and the edges of his wrists before Niou’s arms disappeared into crisp white sleeves were smudged with old paint. “If I had some more time, maybe, but I didn’t finish until today.”
Marui snorted and tossed his hair. “If you hadn’t Yukimura might have screwed you on the canvas.”
Both Marui and Niou paused to appreciate that thought. “Think it would…”
“I’m not sacrificing canvas for porn.” Niou shook his head. “It’s not like I walk around with a bunch of blank ones you know. I buy as I need.”
Marui reworked the thought in his head. “Okay, how about a drop cloth? We’ll push the coffee table and couch out of the way…”
“Yukimura does like to have sex in the living room.” Niou rubbed at his chin, his mole beginning to show as the cover up became smudged. “Edible body paints, some brushes…”
“Flavored lube, multi colored condoms…” Marui continued. “Ice-cream, syrup, whipped cream…”
Niou grinned sharply at Marui. “Always thinking with your stomach?” Niou pinched a bit of Marui’s side sharply, his eyes flashing with recognizable hunger. “Man, you putting on weight?” Marui shoved at Niou’s chest. Niou shoved back, pushing Marui down on top of his desk. Marui kept everything in his drawers, except things he was currently working on, for just this reason. He had one too many incidents where pens or paperclips had stabbed him in the back and Marui was not willing to repeat such things. “The bigger they are…”
“The harder they fall, ha ha. Prick.” Marui kicked Niou’s upper thigh, only missing his groin because Niou twisted away. “Shut up asshole.”
Niou pinned Marui’s shoulder onto the desk with one hand, his other grasping one of Marui’s legs and lifting it up. “I’ll put my prick up your asshole.” Niou ground his jean covered erection against Marui’s ass. The soft suit pants did little to protect against the rough grind of Niou’s groin. Marui grabbed at Niou’s hips and rubbed back.
“Okay. Then let’s get to it.” Marui pushed Niou back and then stripped off his business shirt. He laid it down on his plush leather chair. Niou was wrestling with Yagyuu’s shirt buttons. That was the problem with dressing up as Yagyuu when you wanted sex, all those starched clothes were a real bitch to take off. Marui was sitting on his desk in his boxers by the time Niou was down to his belt. Marui looked at Niou’s skinny concave body, the blue veins that were visible under Niou’s pale skin. “I can count your ribs.” Marui ran his fingers over Niou’s ribs. “You’ve got to eat more.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Niou pushed Marui’s hands away and let Yagyuu’s dress pants fall to the floor. Niou stepped out of them, nothing else left to strip off but his socks. “Shut up Marui.”
“Going commando in Yagyuu’s pants?” Marui shucked his boxers. He then turned so he was bending over the desk. This was partially done to get Niou looking at his ass and partially so Marui could fish in one of his desk drawers for the lube and condoms hidden under his papers. “Yagyuu would kill you if he knew.”
“So don’t tell him.” Niou took the lube and condom and set to work prepping Marui. It didn’t take long to get Marui slicked up and ready to take Niou, Marui was used to bottoming frequently. “Your ass is starting to get loose, Bunta, maybe we’ll need to find a new bottom.” Niou slowly filled Marui with his length.
Marui squirmed. “Liar. This is still freaking uncomfortable.” Marui took a deep breath when he felt Niou’s balls brush against his skin. Having a dick in you never stopped being, initially, kind of weird. But after that it started getting really fucking hot. "Fuck." Marui hissed when Niou's cock dragged over his prostate.
"Puri." Niou held Marui's hips down and kept up a slow, teasing pace. Marui's shoulders shook, and he bit his lip to hold out. Sex between Marui and Niou ended up being about stamina, who could hold out the longest. "Nnf." Niou grunted, and twitched his head to the side, sweat flying off the ends of his hair. The office was starting to feel awful hot.
"Fuck." Marui exhaled. "Fuck. Fuck me Niou! Faster goddamit!" Marui hissed his plea through clenched teeth.
Niou groaned, "I thought you'd never ask."
Author: me
Pairing: Implied Rikkai Orgy, Niou/Marui Yagyuu/Marui
Rating: R
Summary: Marui considers Jackal's sexy billboard, ponders the possibilities of food and sex, and deals with a gentleman in his back room.
A/N: In Yaoiland... all things are possible? Also, not mine, and was intended to actually be much longer, and make it to Rikkai orgy, but it never did, so after months of it sitting on my HD I decided to post it.
Marui licked the sugar from his fingertips, staring up at the big underwear ad across from the park. Marui liked to come here on his lunch break because it gave the best view of the billboard. That and it was a nice place to eat a sugar filled pastry or two… or three. Maybe five if Marui was feeling a little sugar low. The underwear ad was a work of art, done of course by Fuji Syuusuke, a genius with a racket and a camera. It was the model who captured Marui’s attention though. There was nothing that made Marui feel quite as hungry as smooth chocolate skin with just the barest covering of Calvin Klein underwear. Well, that same chocolate skin laying against pale porcelain, or wrapped around gold… Yeah, some things made Marui as lustful as Jackal’s underwear ad but they were few and far between.
“Mmm.” Maybe Marui could pick up some chocolate sauce tonight. Chocolate sauce and see if Niou was willing to offer up his fuzzy handcuffs. Niou tended to be a little possessive of any of their bondage equipment, but Marui was sure he could convince Niou it was for a good cause. After all Yukimura would be returning from his latest tennis tournament sometime today.
Dusting his hands on his thighs Marui stood and headed back to his bakery. Yukimura was going to be arriving sometime around dinner. He was probably going to be tired but knowing Yukimura not even fatal illness or a painful injury would keep him from enjoying at least one round of sex. Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket Marui checked his text messages. Three from Kirihara complaining about his college classes, his professors, and his fellow students respectively. Two of them were from Yanagi, the first cautioned Marui against eating too many sweets and the second was a note that they already had chocolate sauce in the fridge.
Marui made a face and used his shoulder to push the door to his bakery open. Of course Yanagi would know what he was thinking. Yanagi said nothing about whipped cream though so Marui assumed he should pick up that.
“Mr. Marui!” The young man behind the counter waved frantically at Marui. “There’s someone in your office! He said he knew you but…”
Squeezing his cellphone back into his pocket, his cellphone was small but his pants were tight, Marui shrugged. “Well, if it’s someone I don’t like, I’ll mace the sucker. Okay? Okay. If you hear a scream call the police.” Jauntily tipping an imaginary hat at a few well endowed, and by that Marui meant rotund, women who had just stepped into the shop Marui skipped off to his office. The door was unlocked which hardly surprised Marui. Locks would not keep this person out.
“Yagyuu.” Nodding at Yagyuu Marui moved past him to take a seat on the corner of his desk. Sure the corner tended to dig into his crotch but it was a good position to take if Yagyuu was going to push him onto the desk and ravish him. “Did you need something?”
“Do I need a reason to come see you?” Yagyuu’s glasses were opaque as ever, giving nothing away from his blank face. Marui knew Yagyuu had emotions, knew it as well as he knew the recipes for meringue, but a lot of Yagyuu’s emotions were hidden behind his glasses. Once Kirihara had smashed the glasses all to hell in irritation.
No one was ever going to try that again. Kirihara had been traumatized for weeks and had spent the time hiding behind Yukimura as much as possible. Yukimura was exempt from all petty battles and attempts at retribution simply because no one really wanted to see what would happen if Yukimura got pissed at them. Occasionally Yukimura would involve himself in a scheme or quarrel, but it was always in good fun and no one ever got hurt.
“Sure you need a reason.” Marui tapped his heel against his desk in impatience. Yagyuu didn’t really need a reason, unlike Yanagi, but Yagyuu always had a reason. “You always do.”
Yagyuu stepped up to the desk, his legs brushing against Marui’s before he cupped the back of Marui’s head. Yagyuu was always gentle to start off with, it was deceiving. “This isn’t reason enough?” Yagyuu kissed Marui then, his lips coyly rubbing against Marui’s before his tongue flickered out to beg entrance into Marui’s mouth. Marui allowed it, his own tongue volleying with Yagyuu’s, quick slides and spit being swapped between them. Marui set his hands on Yagyuu’s shoulders. The sharp edges of Yagyuu’s shoulders dug uncomfortably into Marui’s palm.
When the kiss ended both men’s pants echoed in Marui’s office. The office seemed too hot and too small after that kiss. “You always have a reason, Niou.” Marui tapped Niou’s shoulders, pushing him back a little. Yagyuu, Marui might engage in sex in the office with. Niou… Marui needed to set ground rules first.
“What gave me away?” Niou questioned, tossing the fake glasses into Marui’s trash.
“Your height.” Marui stuck his tongue out at Niou. “Did you just come down to screw me in my office?” Marui knew that for Niou, that would be reason enough.
Niou shook his head, the ends of the brown wig brushing against his deceptively thin neck. Now that Marui had realized it was Niou he was seeing all the small differences that set Niou and Yagyuu apart. The reason the two of them were able to switch identities even now were because people rarely looked beneath the surface.
“Came to see if you had any ideas of a welcome back for Yukimura.” Niou pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and tossed it at Marui. “The kid had a few ideas, but Yanagi was already out the door before I could ask. Guess that meant no.”
Marui looked over the list, snickering slightly at the unimaginative suggestions put forth by Kirihara. Most of them started with ‘me on top’. Marui had to admit, Kirihara rarely got anywhere near the top, and it was good that the kid had a dream to work towards. “You’ve been so busy on your latest masterpiece you aren’t ten steps ahead?”
Niou’s motion to run his fingers through his hair died halfway and his arm dropped to his side. Marui knew it had everything to do with Niou not wanting to mess up the wig, and nothing to do with Marui shocking him. “I’m five steps ahead, but that only gets us up till Yukimura walks through the door.” There were bits of paint under Niou’s nails, and the edges of his wrists before Niou’s arms disappeared into crisp white sleeves were smudged with old paint. “If I had some more time, maybe, but I didn’t finish until today.”
Marui snorted and tossed his hair. “If you hadn’t Yukimura might have screwed you on the canvas.”
Both Marui and Niou paused to appreciate that thought. “Think it would…”
“I’m not sacrificing canvas for porn.” Niou shook his head. “It’s not like I walk around with a bunch of blank ones you know. I buy as I need.”
Marui reworked the thought in his head. “Okay, how about a drop cloth? We’ll push the coffee table and couch out of the way…”
“Yukimura does like to have sex in the living room.” Niou rubbed at his chin, his mole beginning to show as the cover up became smudged. “Edible body paints, some brushes…”
“Flavored lube, multi colored condoms…” Marui continued. “Ice-cream, syrup, whipped cream…”
Niou grinned sharply at Marui. “Always thinking with your stomach?” Niou pinched a bit of Marui’s side sharply, his eyes flashing with recognizable hunger. “Man, you putting on weight?” Marui shoved at Niou’s chest. Niou shoved back, pushing Marui down on top of his desk. Marui kept everything in his drawers, except things he was currently working on, for just this reason. He had one too many incidents where pens or paperclips had stabbed him in the back and Marui was not willing to repeat such things. “The bigger they are…”
“The harder they fall, ha ha. Prick.” Marui kicked Niou’s upper thigh, only missing his groin because Niou twisted away. “Shut up asshole.”
Niou pinned Marui’s shoulder onto the desk with one hand, his other grasping one of Marui’s legs and lifting it up. “I’ll put my prick up your asshole.” Niou ground his jean covered erection against Marui’s ass. The soft suit pants did little to protect against the rough grind of Niou’s groin. Marui grabbed at Niou’s hips and rubbed back.
“Okay. Then let’s get to it.” Marui pushed Niou back and then stripped off his business shirt. He laid it down on his plush leather chair. Niou was wrestling with Yagyuu’s shirt buttons. That was the problem with dressing up as Yagyuu when you wanted sex, all those starched clothes were a real bitch to take off. Marui was sitting on his desk in his boxers by the time Niou was down to his belt. Marui looked at Niou’s skinny concave body, the blue veins that were visible under Niou’s pale skin. “I can count your ribs.” Marui ran his fingers over Niou’s ribs. “You’ve got to eat more.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Niou pushed Marui’s hands away and let Yagyuu’s dress pants fall to the floor. Niou stepped out of them, nothing else left to strip off but his socks. “Shut up Marui.”
“Going commando in Yagyuu’s pants?” Marui shucked his boxers. He then turned so he was bending over the desk. This was partially done to get Niou looking at his ass and partially so Marui could fish in one of his desk drawers for the lube and condoms hidden under his papers. “Yagyuu would kill you if he knew.”
“So don’t tell him.” Niou took the lube and condom and set to work prepping Marui. It didn’t take long to get Marui slicked up and ready to take Niou, Marui was used to bottoming frequently. “Your ass is starting to get loose, Bunta, maybe we’ll need to find a new bottom.” Niou slowly filled Marui with his length.
Marui squirmed. “Liar. This is still freaking uncomfortable.” Marui took a deep breath when he felt Niou’s balls brush against his skin. Having a dick in you never stopped being, initially, kind of weird. But after that it started getting really fucking hot. "Fuck." Marui hissed when Niou's cock dragged over his prostate.
"Puri." Niou held Marui's hips down and kept up a slow, teasing pace. Marui's shoulders shook, and he bit his lip to hold out. Sex between Marui and Niou ended up being about stamina, who could hold out the longest. "Nnf." Niou grunted, and twitched his head to the side, sweat flying off the ends of his hair. The office was starting to feel awful hot.
"Fuck." Marui exhaled. "Fuck. Fuck me Niou! Faster goddamit!" Marui hissed his plea through clenched teeth.
Niou groaned, "I thought you'd never ask."