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kat8chaTitle: A better icecream place
Pairing: ShishidoHiyoshi, mentioned ToriHIyo, and ShishiTori
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There is uke fighting over the icecream shop.
Shishido stopped in front of the icecream store, hands stuck in his pockets and typical grumpy expression on his face. He was planning on using this place for the first date with Choutarou, which would hopefully be soon. He was planning on asking the silver haired boy out this week and didn’t expect to be turned down. Choutarou may have been subtle about his hints at being open to dating him he hadn’t been that subtle about making sure Shishido knew he had options if his senpai wasn’t up to it.
Option number one was walking out of the icecream shop right now, licking at an almost finished green tea ice cream cone. Shishido glared at Hiyoshi and the other flicked his bangs insolently out of his eyes to glare back. “Choutarou and I come here all the time.” Hiyoshi was smirking slightly. Shishido’s glare went up a notch.
“Then I guess I should choose a better icecream place. I’d hate to take him somewhere he had to deal with you at.” Shishido crossed his arms. “Bad memories I’m sure.” His smirk widened as Hiyoshi tossed the last bite of the cone away and came to stand in front of him. The other was trying to be intimidating but it didn’t work. Hiyoshi just came across as sulky, and Shishido had faced far taller. Though Shishido could admit that Ohtori was right, the kid was sorta cute, if you liked the grumpy type.
“I’d hate it if *our* icecream place got invaded.” Hiyoshi’s voice was dark and gravelly. Shishido snorted and stood taller, the other was only a few centimeters taller but he was years too young to make Shishido quake.
“Look, Hiyo-piyo,” Shishido purposefully used the nickname from Gakuto that Hiyoshi hated. “You’re cute and all but I’ll always come first with Choutarou.” His smirk widened. Hiyoshi’s nostrils flared angrily and what transpired was quick and angry sniping between the two as to why they’d be better boyfreinds. Finally Hiyoshi, exasperated, and even shorter tempered due to the heat snapped out,
“Yeah well, I’m a better kisser!”
At the challenge Shishido’s smirk widened to it’s largest size yet and his eyes flashed with mischief. He gripped Hiyoshi's collar and before the boy could pull out any Ninja type moves he pulled the other towards him, smashing their lips together. Hiyoshi's lips were softer then he thought, but they were still a typical teenage boys lips. When Hiyoshi opened his mouth to his questing tongue he tasted like the green tea icecream he'd just eaten. Pulling back Shishido licked his lips, letting go of Hiyoshi’s shirt collar. Hiyoshi blinked at him for a few seconds before snapping back to himself.
“...oh it’s on.” Hiyoshi grabbed Shishido’s wrist, pulling the other away. As soon as they were safely ensconced in Hiyoshi’s room the shirts and pants went flying.
--
“....so what do we tell Choutarou exactly?” Hiyoshi blinked at Shishido, who was sitting naked against the head of the bed.
“Tell him nothing.” Shishido smirked. “We just ask if he wants to watch next time.”
Title: Training a cat (1/?)
Pairing: SanaFuji
Rating: PG-13
Summary: To disctract a feline from mauling his team mate Sanada decides to train an alley cat
Sanada had found himself watching the interaction between Marui Bunta and Fuji Syuusuke with darkened eyes. He knew that Seigaku’s tensai was probably just playing with his pink haired teammate. The problem was that Marui had a tendency to get emotionally attached to people and Sanada could not handle having an emotionally distraught Marui on his team to deal with. Especially with the jealousy that Jackal was feeling about Marui’s new relationship. Breaking up a good doubles team because of petty relationship troubles was not something that Sanada wanted to deal with in his senior year of highschool. So Sanada found himself waiting on Fuji’s route home for the other to pass by. Yanagi had informed him of Fuji’s route. While Sanada did not usually end up stalking people, unlike most of his team mates, this time was a special case.
Yukimura had seemed proud, which scared Sanada to the depths of his soul.
“Hello Sanada-san.” Fuji greeted as he stepped past where Sanada was leaning against one of the walls surrounding the houses. Sanada stood up and walked over to Fuji, tipping his head down to meet the others gaze. Though Fuji-san’s eyes were closed so it was a little difficult to tell, working with Yanagi had given Sanada a sixth sense about such things.
“Fuji-san.” Sanada greeted. “I’m here about Marui.” Fuji raised an eyebrow, Sanada could not tell if it was in amusement or interest. “Stay away from him.”
“...stay away?” Fuji questioned, a slight smirk twisting his lips. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean Sanada-san.” Sanada glared at him, though the glare wasn’t really that different from his usual gaze.
“Whatever relationship you two are engaged in.”
“You mean the mindless sex?” Fuji questioned lightly and Sanada placed his hand on Fuji’s shoulder before spinning and pressing Fuji against the wall. Fuji opened his eyes to meet Sanada’s gaze then, pure blue orbs seeing into his soul. “Maa Sanada-san, a little forward aren’t you?”
“Marui’s not your type anyway.” Sanada growled out angrily and Fuji’s amusement was obvious in his blue eyes and the smirk on his lips.
“My type? Perhaps you haven’t been listening to what everyone says about me Sanada-san. I don’t have a type, I date anything with a hole.” Sanada’s own lips quirked slightly into a smirk at this statement. It was true, the rumors about Fuji were hardly complementary. In fact most of them were down right mean. Sanada knew how to separate the truth from rumors though. While Fuji was hardly particular in his choice of boyfriends he was not as much of a whore as they said he was.
“You want someone aggressive.” Sanada said ending down and pressing his lips to Fuji’s, pushing the other into the wall. Fuji’s eyes widened in surprise before he melted into Sanada, opening his mouth to the others intrusive tongue.
“So what, you gonna try to make me a house cat?” Fuji questioned breathily when they broke away from the kiss. Sanada growled and dipped his head to kiss Fuji’s neck above the uniform, biting down on the skin hard enough to leave an obvious mark. Fuji’s fingers curled in Sanada’s white uniform shirt before pushing the other away. “Well?”
“I’ll be your master.” Sanada said with a smirk. “Kitty cat.” Fuji glared at the nickname.
“I’m not anyone’s kitty cat, and certainly not yours.” Fuji said, gripping Sanada’s wrist and pulling it away from his shoulder. Stepping aside Fuji walked away. Sanada eyed Fuji with a smirk as the other walked away, his gaze traversing the others body.
“Not yet.” Sanada murmured. “Not yet.”
--
Fuji nearly crushed his racket handle as he stood on the street tennis courts. Standing on the top of the risers was Sanada Genichirou, black cap stark against the rest of the crowd. Fuji had only just appeared on the courts, and he had been looking forward to picking up a play-toy for the weekend. Sanada’s presence however had rather successfully shut down any chances of that. It was no secret to the Kantou region that Sanada now had his eyes set on Fuji Syuusuke. No one wanted to be on the wrong side of Sanada Genichirou and that meant that while Sanada was watching that no one was going to be on the right side of Fuji. Snarling slightly Fuji stalked off the courts, leaving the match halfway through. If leaving with five love games and an opponent crying on the courts was leaving halfway through.
“You seem upset.” Sanada stated. Fuji turned away from putting his racket away and turning to glare at the other.
“Gee, I wonder why.” Fuji hissed slightly then stopped and put on a smiling facade. “I’m sorry Sanada-san that must be the sexual frustration talking.” Sanada chuckled slightly and walked a few steps closer. Fuji shouldered his bag and turned away from the other striding away. The players on the court watched with baited breath as Sanada turned and followed..
“I could help you with that.” Sanada said following a few steps behind Fuji.
“I’m sorry Sanada-san? Did you say something?” Fuji asked sweetly as he walked down the street. He was dressed for the day in jean shorts and a short sleeve shirt with an open v-neck. He was bearing a little too much skin for him to feel comfortable with a would-be dom. Sanada’s arm was suddenly wrapped around Fuji’s waist, pulling he shorter boy back against his body.
“I could get rid of your sexual frustration.” Sanada murmured into Fuji’s ear. Fuji fought down a shiver at the possessive touch and deep voice.
“No, thank you.” Fuji said, prying Sanada’s hand off of his hip. “I told you, I’m not a house cat.”
“That would explain why you don’t have a collar. But that means you don’t have anyone who will notice if you go missing Kitty.” Fuji flipped his hair and looked over his shoulder as he walked away.
“I can take care of myself.” Sanada smirked and continued to follow a step behind Fuji. “Maa... you’re going to keep following me?”
“You’re an alleycat Fuji-san, you could be dangerous.” Fuji laughed at that, running hand through his hair as a wind appeared out of nowhere, ruffling his hair.
“Maa Sanada-san, you just aren’t going to give up are you?” Fuji turned his head and gave the other a half-lidded look. “I do like persistence in my men.” Sanada raised an eyebrow as Fuji stalked up to him. Fuji placed his arms around Sanada’s neck and leaned close to the other, tilting his head and breathing softly against the others lips. “I’ve found it makes them very good lovers.” Fuji stood on his tiptoes to kiss Sanada, chastely at first which quickly devolved into a game of tonsil tennis. As Fuji found his own tongue pushed back and Sanada quickly dominating his mouth he idly wondered why he was resisting the other so much. It would be just like his other one night stands, give Sanada what he wanted and the other would find no reason to come back again. Sanada reached up and slipped his fingers into Fuji’s hair, tilting the others head back to a near painful angle as he took full advantage of his height and pressed his tongue into Fuji’s mouth. Fuji’s fingers clutched at the cloth of Sanada’s shirt as he was placed in a position where the only things keeping him from toppling over was Sanadas arm around his waist, hand in his hair and the precarious grip Fuji had on the others shoulders.
Sanada grinned smugly into the kiss as he finally drew back to eye Fuji’s flushed and panting face. Setting Fuji back down on his feet he eyed the slightly dazed look in Fuji’s eyes and patted the others cheek. Leaning close he whispered in Fuji’s ear. “Bad pets don’t get to play.” Nipping at Fuji’s ear Sanada patted the others head before turning and walking away. Fuji stood stunned on the sidewalk for a full minute before tossing his tennis bag down to the ground.
“That.... BASTARD!” Fuji shouted. Glaring angrily at everything around him Fuji picked up his bag and stalked off, trying very hard not to remember how good it felt to be pressed against Sanada’s hard body or the insistent throbbing between his legs. Both sensations would fade with time.
--
Fuji laughed as he turned up his sidewalk, Eiji nattering at his side. “..and then I had to lick the ice cream off. Oishi turned all read and dragged me out of the ice cream place so fast. It was cute.” Reaching into his mailbox as he nodded Fuji made a puzzled face. “Eh? Fujiko? What is it?” Fuji pulled out the usual mail and a package.
“I don’t know.” Fuji blinked when he saw the package was for him and shrugged, carrying it inside with them as he and Eiji went in. “Did you want to head up to the room while I grab some snacks Eiji?” Eiji nodded before bounding up the stares to Fuji’s room, ready to pick out the cd’s that he and Fuji would be studying to. Fuji set the mail down and put together a tray of some chips, a few cookies and two tall glasses of juice, he tossed in a bag of wasabi peas for himself. Looking back at the packet Fuji picked it up and placed it in his schoolbag, before carrying both bag and tray upstairs where Eiji was bouncing on his bed.
“Now... you needed help in Geometry right?”Eiji groaned and Fuji grinned, package momentarily forgotten.
Later that night as he put his school books in his bag for the next day Fuji’s hand brushed the package. Bringing it out Fuji shrugged and ripped open the top before tipping it and spilling the contents onto his bed. “Son of a *bitch*.” Fuji laughed and picked up the collar. It could easily be misconstrued as a stylish choker, even the tag at the front wasn’t that noticeable besides looking like a stylish silver bit hanging off of it. The black leather wasn’t too thin, or too thick and it was obviously good quality. What informed Fuji of the little strip’s true purpose, besides the fact it was sent by his would be ‘master’ was the small lock at the back and the fact that the tag, when flipped, read ‘Property of Sanada Genichirou. Return if found.’ Looking at the short note that had come with the collar Fuji snorted at the only line ‘wear it the next time we meet’.
Standing and walking to his closet Fuji opened the door and looked in the floor length mirror. Holding up the collar to his throat Fuji tilted his head. Circling behind his neck Fuji snapped the clasp shut before letting his hands fall to his sides and inspecting the collar and how it looked on him. It was... interesting. Definitely a striking contracts. Easily ignorable too, unless Fuji drew attention to it. Reaching behind him with a snort Fuji decided to toss it in the trash.
...the problem was, he couldn’t seem to get it to unlock. A dark expression on his face Fuji stalked back over to his bed and flipped over the note. “I have the only key to the lock, come see me sometime.” Fuji growled before tossing the note and packaging into the trash. This was going to be a bitch to explain at practice.
--
Surprisingly no one commented on the collar the next morning. Oh, everyone noticed it, but they knew better then to comment on it. Fuji’s murderous aura and pinpoint accuracy during practice was enough to warn off even the most kind intentioned of team mates. “Tezuka.” Fuji said as they changed into their school uniforms after morning practice. “I’m afraid I’ll be missing afternoon practice.” Tezuka gave Fuji a look.
“You’ll be running laps tomorrow.” He said gravely as he buttoned up his uniform jacket.
“Aa, I know, but there’s something I need to do.” Fuji smiled as he straightened the collar of his white shirt, fully aware how everyone eavesdropping immediately felt their eyes drawn to the collar.
--
Fuji leisurely paced the Rikkai grounds. The bus trip to Rikkai immediately after school had put him at the rival school somewhere around what was probably the half-way point of their practice. Fuji knew that Sanada would not be willing to skip practice to take care of Fuji’s problem but he knew that if he had waited until after practice at Seigaku practice at Rikkai would already have ended by the time he got there. He did not want to miss Sanada. Walking up to the tennis courts Fuji idly clutched at the chain link fence.
“You’re here to see Sanada, as I knew you would be.” Came a voice to his left and Fuji turned his head to look at Rikkai’s Yanagi. “And you’re wearing the collar, also expected.” Fuji smiled pleasantly.
“If you know all, Yanagi-san, then you should know I’m not happy to be here.” Yanagi hummed.
“I knew you’d say that.” Fuji felt his fingers clench in the chain link fence and fought the urge to hit Yanagi. “And hitting me in the middle of Rikkai’s campus would be bad, we both know that.”
“Now, now, Renji. Let’s not irritate our guest.” Yukimura said sweetly as he walked over to the two, his jacket hanging off of his shoulders. “Fuji-san, so glad you could join us.” Yukimura’s smile was as sweet as his tone and just as light. Fuji refused to shake the outstretched hand though as he knew that taking Yukimura’s hand would be like petting a poisonous snake.
“I’m only here to see your vice-captain.” Fuji said, letting go of the fence to cross his arms. “I can wait.” Yukimura clucked his tongue.
“Now Fuji-san, I can’t have you observing our practice so close to Nationals! You don’t see us sneaking onto Seigaku’s campus to spy.” Yukimura motioned in front of him. “Let’s take you inside, it’s only proper to treat a guest to something to drink correct?” Fuji looked at Yukimura before smiling just as sweetly as the other and moving in the direction pointed out. “And Renji, tell Genichirou his cat is here.”
--
Fuji waited in the darkened room that Yukimura had informed him was the Rikkai’s coaches office. As Sanada and Yukimura pretty much handled the team on their own it was seldom used, except by Yukimura and Sanada themselves. Yukimura had given him some iced tea before excusing himself back to practice and saying that Sanada would be up shortly.
Sanada’s jacket flapped around him as he stepped into the office. Yukimura had pulled him out of practice when it was almost over and ordered him to talk to Fuji. In Yukimura’s mind a little wait was a good thing, but not too early in the game when the prey was still skittish and liable to run. Looking at Fuji standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest and the iced tea sitting untouched on the table Sanada supposed that Fuji had not moved since he had been led into the room. Fuji looked up at him and immediately Sanada was greeted by the others bright blue eyes.
“If you could unlock the collar, I’d be very pleased.” Fuji said, tugging his shirt out of the way. Sanada crossed the room to run his fingers over the leather choker. Sanada bit down on a smirk. Something about his naughty kitten just made him want to smile.
“Curiosity killed the cat.” Fuji’s glare increased but Sanada was unfazed. Sanada ran his fingers around the play with the lock at the back. “You’re collared Fuji-san.” Sanada said, hands sliding to cradle the back of the others head and pulling him close. “Looks like I caught you.”
“Catching me doesn’t mean keeping me.” Fuji smiled knife edge thin. “I like to stray Sanada-san.”
“That’s what the collar is for.” Sanada said bending down and smashing their lips together. Fuji bit on Sanada’s lip hard until the other pulled away. Sanada touched his bloody lip. “Bad pets get punished.” He stated his grip hardening on Fuji’s hair. Fuji bared his teeth at Sanada and reached up to push on the others chest.
“There’s nothing you could do to me Sanada-san.” Sanada leaned close, his grip holding Fuji’s head steady.
“I could leave the collar on.” He said harshly into Fuji’s ear and watched the other stiffen. “Are you going to behave?” He asked, before letting go of Fuji’s hair and taking a few steps away.
“How much ‘obedience’ will it take for you to take the collar off?” Fuji questioned belligerently, tipping his head to the side in inquiry.
Sanada ignored the obvious back talk. “Tell me why you put it on.” Fuji’s eyebrow twitched and he slid into his usual smile.
“Curiosity.” Sanada stepped closer, eliminating half the distance he had allowed to form between them. Fuji stiffened before relaxing again.
“About being my pet?”
“About why you would send such a thing to me.” Fuji flashed some teeth. “I must say it looks nice, maybe I’ll wear one for my next lover.” Sanada glared and was soon pressed against Fuji, hooking his fingers under the leather.
“You’re lying Fuji-san. Tell me the real reason.” He smirked when Fuji kept silent. “You might deny it by there is a small part of you that wants to be tamed.”
“Every alley cat may want a home Sanada-san, but they don’t actively search one out. Nor does it mean that they’ll like it once they find it.” Sanada, satisfied with that answer pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the collar. Before Fuji could dart away Sanada pressed it into the others hand, curling his fingers around the leather.
“I’ll leave a bowl of milk at my back door then.” Sanada’s eyes were dark as they gazed into Fuji’s face and the other could not help the small pale blush that rose in his cheeks. “Wear it the next time you see me.” Sanada let go of the other and walked out of the room. Fuji was glad the other had not stuck around to watch his departure as he was feeling a little weak in the knees.
“...he did it again.” Fuji cursed and stalked out of the Rikkai campus. “Like fucking Batman. And... gah! I’m not Catwoman!” Okay, the next time he met up with Sanada the cat nicknames had to stop. Really, they were degrading and not a turn on at all.
Title: Some Yummi snippets
Rating: Er... PG-13/R
Pairing:. ...Yuuta/Mizuki
Mizuki twirled his hair as he watched Yuuta practice. Yuuta hit another serve, well aware of his manager’s constant gaze. As sweat started beading on his brow Yuuta for once wished his managers dark eyes would look elsewhere. It was torture being subjected to that gaze after the dream he had last night. A dream where Yuuta’s shoulder had cave inward and Mizuki had smirked before pushing Yuuta to the bed and kissing him. As Mizuki had kissed down Yuuta’s body Yuuta realized that Mizuki was *consuming* him. By the end of the dream it was like he had never existed. Missing an easy return Yuuta hunched his shoulders as he felt the intrusive gaze finally leave. Only when he failed could he get rid of Mizuki. And Yuuta hated letting the other see him fail.
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Yuuta liked the way Mizuki smirked. He also liked the way Mizuki pouted, and the way Mizuki accented his vowels when he spoke, he liked the way Mizuki sucked on hard candy, or the way Mizuki ate cafeteria food. Yuuta really liked anything about Mizuki’s lips. When Mizuki spoke Yuuta’s name he shivered. The way those lips formed his name, making ‘Yuuta-kun’ sound like the sweetest endearment on the planet. Every time Yuuta found his eyes tracking Mizuki’s lips he fought down the urge to push Mizuki to the wall and kiss him soundless. Every time Mizuki smirked after spotting him watching Yuuta wanted to thrust his hands into Mizuki’s hair and put that mouth to good use. Yuuta wouldn’t though, because it would give Mizuki more on him. Mizuki had enough control over him, and Yuuta knew the other could control him like a puppet if he wanted.
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Yuuta finally gave in when Mizuki pushed him against the stall of the shower and kissed him harshly, thrusting his tongue into Yuuta’s mouth possessively. Yuuta groaned and let his hands traverse Mizuki’s back sliding over wet skin to grip the others ass. He easily flipped them around, not missing the small smirk that was pressed against his mouth for a moment before he feasted on Mizuki’s neck. Mizuki arched up as Yuuta pounded into him. Yuuta growled and bit down on Mizuki’s shoulder just to hear another breathless shout. Mizuki cried out, twisting his body, short nails scratching down Yuuta’s back.
Pairing: ShishidoHiyoshi, mentioned ToriHIyo, and ShishiTori
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There is uke fighting over the icecream shop.
Shishido stopped in front of the icecream store, hands stuck in his pockets and typical grumpy expression on his face. He was planning on using this place for the first date with Choutarou, which would hopefully be soon. He was planning on asking the silver haired boy out this week and didn’t expect to be turned down. Choutarou may have been subtle about his hints at being open to dating him he hadn’t been that subtle about making sure Shishido knew he had options if his senpai wasn’t up to it.
Option number one was walking out of the icecream shop right now, licking at an almost finished green tea ice cream cone. Shishido glared at Hiyoshi and the other flicked his bangs insolently out of his eyes to glare back. “Choutarou and I come here all the time.” Hiyoshi was smirking slightly. Shishido’s glare went up a notch.
“Then I guess I should choose a better icecream place. I’d hate to take him somewhere he had to deal with you at.” Shishido crossed his arms. “Bad memories I’m sure.” His smirk widened as Hiyoshi tossed the last bite of the cone away and came to stand in front of him. The other was trying to be intimidating but it didn’t work. Hiyoshi just came across as sulky, and Shishido had faced far taller. Though Shishido could admit that Ohtori was right, the kid was sorta cute, if you liked the grumpy type.
“I’d hate it if *our* icecream place got invaded.” Hiyoshi’s voice was dark and gravelly. Shishido snorted and stood taller, the other was only a few centimeters taller but he was years too young to make Shishido quake.
“Look, Hiyo-piyo,” Shishido purposefully used the nickname from Gakuto that Hiyoshi hated. “You’re cute and all but I’ll always come first with Choutarou.” His smirk widened. Hiyoshi’s nostrils flared angrily and what transpired was quick and angry sniping between the two as to why they’d be better boyfreinds. Finally Hiyoshi, exasperated, and even shorter tempered due to the heat snapped out,
“Yeah well, I’m a better kisser!”
At the challenge Shishido’s smirk widened to it’s largest size yet and his eyes flashed with mischief. He gripped Hiyoshi's collar and before the boy could pull out any Ninja type moves he pulled the other towards him, smashing their lips together. Hiyoshi's lips were softer then he thought, but they were still a typical teenage boys lips. When Hiyoshi opened his mouth to his questing tongue he tasted like the green tea icecream he'd just eaten. Pulling back Shishido licked his lips, letting go of Hiyoshi’s shirt collar. Hiyoshi blinked at him for a few seconds before snapping back to himself.
“...oh it’s on.” Hiyoshi grabbed Shishido’s wrist, pulling the other away. As soon as they were safely ensconced in Hiyoshi’s room the shirts and pants went flying.
--
“....so what do we tell Choutarou exactly?” Hiyoshi blinked at Shishido, who was sitting naked against the head of the bed.
“Tell him nothing.” Shishido smirked. “We just ask if he wants to watch next time.”
Title: Training a cat (1/?)
Pairing: SanaFuji
Rating: PG-13
Summary: To disctract a feline from mauling his team mate Sanada decides to train an alley cat
Sanada had found himself watching the interaction between Marui Bunta and Fuji Syuusuke with darkened eyes. He knew that Seigaku’s tensai was probably just playing with his pink haired teammate. The problem was that Marui had a tendency to get emotionally attached to people and Sanada could not handle having an emotionally distraught Marui on his team to deal with. Especially with the jealousy that Jackal was feeling about Marui’s new relationship. Breaking up a good doubles team because of petty relationship troubles was not something that Sanada wanted to deal with in his senior year of highschool. So Sanada found himself waiting on Fuji’s route home for the other to pass by. Yanagi had informed him of Fuji’s route. While Sanada did not usually end up stalking people, unlike most of his team mates, this time was a special case.
Yukimura had seemed proud, which scared Sanada to the depths of his soul.
“Hello Sanada-san.” Fuji greeted as he stepped past where Sanada was leaning against one of the walls surrounding the houses. Sanada stood up and walked over to Fuji, tipping his head down to meet the others gaze. Though Fuji-san’s eyes were closed so it was a little difficult to tell, working with Yanagi had given Sanada a sixth sense about such things.
“Fuji-san.” Sanada greeted. “I’m here about Marui.” Fuji raised an eyebrow, Sanada could not tell if it was in amusement or interest. “Stay away from him.”
“...stay away?” Fuji questioned, a slight smirk twisting his lips. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean Sanada-san.” Sanada glared at him, though the glare wasn’t really that different from his usual gaze.
“Whatever relationship you two are engaged in.”
“You mean the mindless sex?” Fuji questioned lightly and Sanada placed his hand on Fuji’s shoulder before spinning and pressing Fuji against the wall. Fuji opened his eyes to meet Sanada’s gaze then, pure blue orbs seeing into his soul. “Maa Sanada-san, a little forward aren’t you?”
“Marui’s not your type anyway.” Sanada growled out angrily and Fuji’s amusement was obvious in his blue eyes and the smirk on his lips.
“My type? Perhaps you haven’t been listening to what everyone says about me Sanada-san. I don’t have a type, I date anything with a hole.” Sanada’s own lips quirked slightly into a smirk at this statement. It was true, the rumors about Fuji were hardly complementary. In fact most of them were down right mean. Sanada knew how to separate the truth from rumors though. While Fuji was hardly particular in his choice of boyfriends he was not as much of a whore as they said he was.
“You want someone aggressive.” Sanada said ending down and pressing his lips to Fuji’s, pushing the other into the wall. Fuji’s eyes widened in surprise before he melted into Sanada, opening his mouth to the others intrusive tongue.
“So what, you gonna try to make me a house cat?” Fuji questioned breathily when they broke away from the kiss. Sanada growled and dipped his head to kiss Fuji’s neck above the uniform, biting down on the skin hard enough to leave an obvious mark. Fuji’s fingers curled in Sanada’s white uniform shirt before pushing the other away. “Well?”
“I’ll be your master.” Sanada said with a smirk. “Kitty cat.” Fuji glared at the nickname.
“I’m not anyone’s kitty cat, and certainly not yours.” Fuji said, gripping Sanada’s wrist and pulling it away from his shoulder. Stepping aside Fuji walked away. Sanada eyed Fuji with a smirk as the other walked away, his gaze traversing the others body.
“Not yet.” Sanada murmured. “Not yet.”
--
Fuji nearly crushed his racket handle as he stood on the street tennis courts. Standing on the top of the risers was Sanada Genichirou, black cap stark against the rest of the crowd. Fuji had only just appeared on the courts, and he had been looking forward to picking up a play-toy for the weekend. Sanada’s presence however had rather successfully shut down any chances of that. It was no secret to the Kantou region that Sanada now had his eyes set on Fuji Syuusuke. No one wanted to be on the wrong side of Sanada Genichirou and that meant that while Sanada was watching that no one was going to be on the right side of Fuji. Snarling slightly Fuji stalked off the courts, leaving the match halfway through. If leaving with five love games and an opponent crying on the courts was leaving halfway through.
“You seem upset.” Sanada stated. Fuji turned away from putting his racket away and turning to glare at the other.
“Gee, I wonder why.” Fuji hissed slightly then stopped and put on a smiling facade. “I’m sorry Sanada-san that must be the sexual frustration talking.” Sanada chuckled slightly and walked a few steps closer. Fuji shouldered his bag and turned away from the other striding away. The players on the court watched with baited breath as Sanada turned and followed..
“I could help you with that.” Sanada said following a few steps behind Fuji.
“I’m sorry Sanada-san? Did you say something?” Fuji asked sweetly as he walked down the street. He was dressed for the day in jean shorts and a short sleeve shirt with an open v-neck. He was bearing a little too much skin for him to feel comfortable with a would-be dom. Sanada’s arm was suddenly wrapped around Fuji’s waist, pulling he shorter boy back against his body.
“I could get rid of your sexual frustration.” Sanada murmured into Fuji’s ear. Fuji fought down a shiver at the possessive touch and deep voice.
“No, thank you.” Fuji said, prying Sanada’s hand off of his hip. “I told you, I’m not a house cat.”
“That would explain why you don’t have a collar. But that means you don’t have anyone who will notice if you go missing Kitty.” Fuji flipped his hair and looked over his shoulder as he walked away.
“I can take care of myself.” Sanada smirked and continued to follow a step behind Fuji. “Maa... you’re going to keep following me?”
“You’re an alleycat Fuji-san, you could be dangerous.” Fuji laughed at that, running hand through his hair as a wind appeared out of nowhere, ruffling his hair.
“Maa Sanada-san, you just aren’t going to give up are you?” Fuji turned his head and gave the other a half-lidded look. “I do like persistence in my men.” Sanada raised an eyebrow as Fuji stalked up to him. Fuji placed his arms around Sanada’s neck and leaned close to the other, tilting his head and breathing softly against the others lips. “I’ve found it makes them very good lovers.” Fuji stood on his tiptoes to kiss Sanada, chastely at first which quickly devolved into a game of tonsil tennis. As Fuji found his own tongue pushed back and Sanada quickly dominating his mouth he idly wondered why he was resisting the other so much. It would be just like his other one night stands, give Sanada what he wanted and the other would find no reason to come back again. Sanada reached up and slipped his fingers into Fuji’s hair, tilting the others head back to a near painful angle as he took full advantage of his height and pressed his tongue into Fuji’s mouth. Fuji’s fingers clutched at the cloth of Sanada’s shirt as he was placed in a position where the only things keeping him from toppling over was Sanadas arm around his waist, hand in his hair and the precarious grip Fuji had on the others shoulders.
Sanada grinned smugly into the kiss as he finally drew back to eye Fuji’s flushed and panting face. Setting Fuji back down on his feet he eyed the slightly dazed look in Fuji’s eyes and patted the others cheek. Leaning close he whispered in Fuji’s ear. “Bad pets don’t get to play.” Nipping at Fuji’s ear Sanada patted the others head before turning and walking away. Fuji stood stunned on the sidewalk for a full minute before tossing his tennis bag down to the ground.
“That.... BASTARD!” Fuji shouted. Glaring angrily at everything around him Fuji picked up his bag and stalked off, trying very hard not to remember how good it felt to be pressed against Sanada’s hard body or the insistent throbbing between his legs. Both sensations would fade with time.
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Fuji laughed as he turned up his sidewalk, Eiji nattering at his side. “..and then I had to lick the ice cream off. Oishi turned all read and dragged me out of the ice cream place so fast. It was cute.” Reaching into his mailbox as he nodded Fuji made a puzzled face. “Eh? Fujiko? What is it?” Fuji pulled out the usual mail and a package.
“I don’t know.” Fuji blinked when he saw the package was for him and shrugged, carrying it inside with them as he and Eiji went in. “Did you want to head up to the room while I grab some snacks Eiji?” Eiji nodded before bounding up the stares to Fuji’s room, ready to pick out the cd’s that he and Fuji would be studying to. Fuji set the mail down and put together a tray of some chips, a few cookies and two tall glasses of juice, he tossed in a bag of wasabi peas for himself. Looking back at the packet Fuji picked it up and placed it in his schoolbag, before carrying both bag and tray upstairs where Eiji was bouncing on his bed.
“Now... you needed help in Geometry right?”Eiji groaned and Fuji grinned, package momentarily forgotten.
Later that night as he put his school books in his bag for the next day Fuji’s hand brushed the package. Bringing it out Fuji shrugged and ripped open the top before tipping it and spilling the contents onto his bed. “Son of a *bitch*.” Fuji laughed and picked up the collar. It could easily be misconstrued as a stylish choker, even the tag at the front wasn’t that noticeable besides looking like a stylish silver bit hanging off of it. The black leather wasn’t too thin, or too thick and it was obviously good quality. What informed Fuji of the little strip’s true purpose, besides the fact it was sent by his would be ‘master’ was the small lock at the back and the fact that the tag, when flipped, read ‘Property of Sanada Genichirou. Return if found.’ Looking at the short note that had come with the collar Fuji snorted at the only line ‘wear it the next time we meet’.
Standing and walking to his closet Fuji opened the door and looked in the floor length mirror. Holding up the collar to his throat Fuji tilted his head. Circling behind his neck Fuji snapped the clasp shut before letting his hands fall to his sides and inspecting the collar and how it looked on him. It was... interesting. Definitely a striking contracts. Easily ignorable too, unless Fuji drew attention to it. Reaching behind him with a snort Fuji decided to toss it in the trash.
...the problem was, he couldn’t seem to get it to unlock. A dark expression on his face Fuji stalked back over to his bed and flipped over the note. “I have the only key to the lock, come see me sometime.” Fuji growled before tossing the note and packaging into the trash. This was going to be a bitch to explain at practice.
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Surprisingly no one commented on the collar the next morning. Oh, everyone noticed it, but they knew better then to comment on it. Fuji’s murderous aura and pinpoint accuracy during practice was enough to warn off even the most kind intentioned of team mates. “Tezuka.” Fuji said as they changed into their school uniforms after morning practice. “I’m afraid I’ll be missing afternoon practice.” Tezuka gave Fuji a look.
“You’ll be running laps tomorrow.” He said gravely as he buttoned up his uniform jacket.
“Aa, I know, but there’s something I need to do.” Fuji smiled as he straightened the collar of his white shirt, fully aware how everyone eavesdropping immediately felt their eyes drawn to the collar.
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Fuji leisurely paced the Rikkai grounds. The bus trip to Rikkai immediately after school had put him at the rival school somewhere around what was probably the half-way point of their practice. Fuji knew that Sanada would not be willing to skip practice to take care of Fuji’s problem but he knew that if he had waited until after practice at Seigaku practice at Rikkai would already have ended by the time he got there. He did not want to miss Sanada. Walking up to the tennis courts Fuji idly clutched at the chain link fence.
“You’re here to see Sanada, as I knew you would be.” Came a voice to his left and Fuji turned his head to look at Rikkai’s Yanagi. “And you’re wearing the collar, also expected.” Fuji smiled pleasantly.
“If you know all, Yanagi-san, then you should know I’m not happy to be here.” Yanagi hummed.
“I knew you’d say that.” Fuji felt his fingers clench in the chain link fence and fought the urge to hit Yanagi. “And hitting me in the middle of Rikkai’s campus would be bad, we both know that.”
“Now, now, Renji. Let’s not irritate our guest.” Yukimura said sweetly as he walked over to the two, his jacket hanging off of his shoulders. “Fuji-san, so glad you could join us.” Yukimura’s smile was as sweet as his tone and just as light. Fuji refused to shake the outstretched hand though as he knew that taking Yukimura’s hand would be like petting a poisonous snake.
“I’m only here to see your vice-captain.” Fuji said, letting go of the fence to cross his arms. “I can wait.” Yukimura clucked his tongue.
“Now Fuji-san, I can’t have you observing our practice so close to Nationals! You don’t see us sneaking onto Seigaku’s campus to spy.” Yukimura motioned in front of him. “Let’s take you inside, it’s only proper to treat a guest to something to drink correct?” Fuji looked at Yukimura before smiling just as sweetly as the other and moving in the direction pointed out. “And Renji, tell Genichirou his cat is here.”
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Fuji waited in the darkened room that Yukimura had informed him was the Rikkai’s coaches office. As Sanada and Yukimura pretty much handled the team on their own it was seldom used, except by Yukimura and Sanada themselves. Yukimura had given him some iced tea before excusing himself back to practice and saying that Sanada would be up shortly.
Sanada’s jacket flapped around him as he stepped into the office. Yukimura had pulled him out of practice when it was almost over and ordered him to talk to Fuji. In Yukimura’s mind a little wait was a good thing, but not too early in the game when the prey was still skittish and liable to run. Looking at Fuji standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest and the iced tea sitting untouched on the table Sanada supposed that Fuji had not moved since he had been led into the room. Fuji looked up at him and immediately Sanada was greeted by the others bright blue eyes.
“If you could unlock the collar, I’d be very pleased.” Fuji said, tugging his shirt out of the way. Sanada crossed the room to run his fingers over the leather choker. Sanada bit down on a smirk. Something about his naughty kitten just made him want to smile.
“Curiosity killed the cat.” Fuji’s glare increased but Sanada was unfazed. Sanada ran his fingers around the play with the lock at the back. “You’re collared Fuji-san.” Sanada said, hands sliding to cradle the back of the others head and pulling him close. “Looks like I caught you.”
“Catching me doesn’t mean keeping me.” Fuji smiled knife edge thin. “I like to stray Sanada-san.”
“That’s what the collar is for.” Sanada said bending down and smashing their lips together. Fuji bit on Sanada’s lip hard until the other pulled away. Sanada touched his bloody lip. “Bad pets get punished.” He stated his grip hardening on Fuji’s hair. Fuji bared his teeth at Sanada and reached up to push on the others chest.
“There’s nothing you could do to me Sanada-san.” Sanada leaned close, his grip holding Fuji’s head steady.
“I could leave the collar on.” He said harshly into Fuji’s ear and watched the other stiffen. “Are you going to behave?” He asked, before letting go of Fuji’s hair and taking a few steps away.
“How much ‘obedience’ will it take for you to take the collar off?” Fuji questioned belligerently, tipping his head to the side in inquiry.
Sanada ignored the obvious back talk. “Tell me why you put it on.” Fuji’s eyebrow twitched and he slid into his usual smile.
“Curiosity.” Sanada stepped closer, eliminating half the distance he had allowed to form between them. Fuji stiffened before relaxing again.
“About being my pet?”
“About why you would send such a thing to me.” Fuji flashed some teeth. “I must say it looks nice, maybe I’ll wear one for my next lover.” Sanada glared and was soon pressed against Fuji, hooking his fingers under the leather.
“You’re lying Fuji-san. Tell me the real reason.” He smirked when Fuji kept silent. “You might deny it by there is a small part of you that wants to be tamed.”
“Every alley cat may want a home Sanada-san, but they don’t actively search one out. Nor does it mean that they’ll like it once they find it.” Sanada, satisfied with that answer pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the collar. Before Fuji could dart away Sanada pressed it into the others hand, curling his fingers around the leather.
“I’ll leave a bowl of milk at my back door then.” Sanada’s eyes were dark as they gazed into Fuji’s face and the other could not help the small pale blush that rose in his cheeks. “Wear it the next time you see me.” Sanada let go of the other and walked out of the room. Fuji was glad the other had not stuck around to watch his departure as he was feeling a little weak in the knees.
“...he did it again.” Fuji cursed and stalked out of the Rikkai campus. “Like fucking Batman. And... gah! I’m not Catwoman!” Okay, the next time he met up with Sanada the cat nicknames had to stop. Really, they were degrading and not a turn on at all.
Title: Some Yummi snippets
Rating: Er... PG-13/R
Pairing:. ...Yuuta/Mizuki
Mizuki twirled his hair as he watched Yuuta practice. Yuuta hit another serve, well aware of his manager’s constant gaze. As sweat started beading on his brow Yuuta for once wished his managers dark eyes would look elsewhere. It was torture being subjected to that gaze after the dream he had last night. A dream where Yuuta’s shoulder had cave inward and Mizuki had smirked before pushing Yuuta to the bed and kissing him. As Mizuki had kissed down Yuuta’s body Yuuta realized that Mizuki was *consuming* him. By the end of the dream it was like he had never existed. Missing an easy return Yuuta hunched his shoulders as he felt the intrusive gaze finally leave. Only when he failed could he get rid of Mizuki. And Yuuta hated letting the other see him fail.
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Yuuta liked the way Mizuki smirked. He also liked the way Mizuki pouted, and the way Mizuki accented his vowels when he spoke, he liked the way Mizuki sucked on hard candy, or the way Mizuki ate cafeteria food. Yuuta really liked anything about Mizuki’s lips. When Mizuki spoke Yuuta’s name he shivered. The way those lips formed his name, making ‘Yuuta-kun’ sound like the sweetest endearment on the planet. Every time Yuuta found his eyes tracking Mizuki’s lips he fought down the urge to push Mizuki to the wall and kiss him soundless. Every time Mizuki smirked after spotting him watching Yuuta wanted to thrust his hands into Mizuki’s hair and put that mouth to good use. Yuuta wouldn’t though, because it would give Mizuki more on him. Mizuki had enough control over him, and Yuuta knew the other could control him like a puppet if he wanted.
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Yuuta finally gave in when Mizuki pushed him against the stall of the shower and kissed him harshly, thrusting his tongue into Yuuta’s mouth possessively. Yuuta groaned and let his hands traverse Mizuki’s back sliding over wet skin to grip the others ass. He easily flipped them around, not missing the small smirk that was pressed against his mouth for a moment before he feasted on Mizuki’s neck. Mizuki arched up as Yuuta pounded into him. Yuuta growled and bit down on Mizuki’s shoulder just to hear another breathless shout. Mizuki cried out, twisting his body, short nails scratching down Yuuta’s back.
