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kat8chaTwo fics, first is very Atsushi centric, second not so much.
Title: DuckSushi is Yummi
Author: kat8cha
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mizuki convinces Atsushi not to transfer back to Chiba
Pairing: Saeki/Kisarazu Twins, DuckSushi, Yummi, DuckSushiYummi
Kisarazu Atsushi was known in the Kantou region for his poker face. In fact he ranked up there with Seigaku’s Tezuka, and Rikkai’s Yukimura. (Hyotei’s Kabaji had been disqualified when they discovered there wasn’t anything going on in his head.) Now however he knew his poker face had shattered and that the two other people in the room knew exactly how he was feeling. Though his poker face had never really mattered to either of them. His brother could always tell what he was thinking and Saeki had the ability to see through any mask. “Move back home?” He questioned, backing up and hitting the wall. Saeki and Ryou nodded as they approached. “Because you want me to?” Saeki and Ryou closed in and Atsushi eyed them with wide eyes. “But I’m with Shinya.”
Saeki paused and Ryou smirked. “Yes, well ‘Shinya’ can’t do this can he?” And the Ryou dropped to his knees in front of Atsushi while Saeki pulled the short haired twin into a kiss. Atsushi blinked in surprise before his brain started to shut down.
--
Atsushi fiddled with his red headband as he stood on the tennis courts at Saint Rudolph’s Highschool Division. On the courts Nomura was directing the younger players in a series of drills while nearby the regulars practiced. “Atsushi!” A pair of arms carelessly looped around his shoulders as Yanagisawa glomped him. “Let’s go practice against Kaneda and Yuuta da ne!” He stated cheerfully as he tugged Atsushi off.
Atsushi allowed his boyfriend to lead him with a slightly guilty look on his face. Slightly, meaning that you could only see it with a very powerful microscope. Or if you were insanely sneaky.
“Does Atsushi seem a little off to you?” Mizuki asked Akazawa. The taller boy shrugged and Mizuki went back to observing his players. Idly he twirled a lock of hair between his fingers. “Interesting….”
--
After practice Atsushi waited behind to try to talk to Mizuki alone. As Yuuta and Yanagisawa stepped into the club room Atsushi stepped up to the manager. Mizuki stood overseeing the first years putting away tennis balls. “Mizuki-san.” Atsushi greeted calmly, though there was a mild twinge of nervousness when Mizuki turned to smirk at him.
“Ah, Atsushi-kun, I was wondering if you were going to talk to me. Something bothering you?” The first years started leaving the courts as they finished putting the balls away.
“Ah, yes Mizuki-san.” Atsushi twiddled the end of the headband he was still wearing. “I’ve been thinking about transferring back to Chiba….”
“Something happened this weekend didn’t it?” Mizuki asked. “With your brother?” Atsushi stared at Mizuki stone faced. Mizuki, in true Mizuki fashion (except without the purple) smirked and chuckled.
“Nfu. And someone else I guess? That Saeki-san?” Atsushi gaped slightly, just a little, before noticing that they were all alone on the courts. That and Mizuki had a scheming expression on his face. “Nfu, we’ll just have to give you a reason to stay then won’t we?” And Mizuki pounced.
--
“SHINYA! GET THIS SHREW OFF OF ME!” Yanagisawa traded looks with Yuuta before both rushed to the courts. And their jaws dropped. Mizuki was straddling Atsushi’s waist and cupping the others face in his hands.
“Yuuta get over here and help me!” Mizuki ordered before kissing Atsushi. Atsushi tried to push his manager away but Yuuta knew just how talented Mizuki was at kissing. Both boys watched as Atsushi slowly gave into Mizuki’s forceful kissing. Breaking off the kiss Mizuki flipped his hair out of his face and looked at Yuuta and Yanagisawa. Atsushi stared off dazedly. “Quick while he’s distracted, otherwhise he’ll transfer to Chiba for kinky sex!” This broke Yuuta and Yanagisawa out of their daze to rush over.
--
Kisarazu Ryou picked up his cell phone. “Moshi moshi.” He greeted.
“…aniki.” Ryou sat up, flipping his long hair out of his face.
“Atsushi? What’s going on? Why are you calling so late?”
“…I’m not coming back to Chiba.” Atsushi said slowly. Ryou blinked and then narrowed his eyes.
“Why not?” There was silence on the other end of the line. Then a sleepy voice,
“Go to sleep ‘Sushi, call your brother later, da ne.” Then a chuckle from another voice.
“Yes, don’t be like Fuji Syuusuke and call your brother after sex.” Ryou’s eyes narrowed further as he heard a splutter.
“Aniki does not! He just…. gets excited about new positions sometimes.”
“They lured you back with a foursome! That’s cheating!!!” Ryou declared.
Title: DuckSushi is Yummi
Author: kat8cha
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mizuki convinces Atsushi not to transfer back to Chiba
Pairing: Saeki/Kisarazu Twins, DuckSushi, Yummi, DuckSushiYummi
Kisarazu Atsushi was known in the Kantou region for his poker face. In fact he ranked up there with Seigaku’s Tezuka, and Rikkai’s Yukimura. (Hyotei’s Kabaji had been disqualified when they discovered there wasn’t anything going on in his head.) Now however he knew his poker face had shattered and that the two other people in the room knew exactly how he was feeling. Though his poker face had never really mattered to either of them. His brother could always tell what he was thinking and Saeki had the ability to see through any mask. “Move back home?” He questioned, backing up and hitting the wall. Saeki and Ryou nodded as they approached. “Because you want me to?” Saeki and Ryou closed in and Atsushi eyed them with wide eyes. “But I’m with Shinya.”
Saeki paused and Ryou smirked. “Yes, well ‘Shinya’ can’t do this can he?” And the Ryou dropped to his knees in front of Atsushi while Saeki pulled the short haired twin into a kiss. Atsushi blinked in surprise before his brain started to shut down.
--
Atsushi fiddled with his red headband as he stood on the tennis courts at Saint Rudolph’s Highschool Division. On the courts Nomura was directing the younger players in a series of drills while nearby the regulars practiced. “Atsushi!” A pair of arms carelessly looped around his shoulders as Yanagisawa glomped him. “Let’s go practice against Kaneda and Yuuta da ne!” He stated cheerfully as he tugged Atsushi off.
Atsushi allowed his boyfriend to lead him with a slightly guilty look on his face. Slightly, meaning that you could only see it with a very powerful microscope. Or if you were insanely sneaky.
“Does Atsushi seem a little off to you?” Mizuki asked Akazawa. The taller boy shrugged and Mizuki went back to observing his players. Idly he twirled a lock of hair between his fingers. “Interesting….”
--
After practice Atsushi waited behind to try to talk to Mizuki alone. As Yuuta and Yanagisawa stepped into the club room Atsushi stepped up to the manager. Mizuki stood overseeing the first years putting away tennis balls. “Mizuki-san.” Atsushi greeted calmly, though there was a mild twinge of nervousness when Mizuki turned to smirk at him.
“Ah, Atsushi-kun, I was wondering if you were going to talk to me. Something bothering you?” The first years started leaving the courts as they finished putting the balls away.
“Ah, yes Mizuki-san.” Atsushi twiddled the end of the headband he was still wearing. “I’ve been thinking about transferring back to Chiba….”
“Something happened this weekend didn’t it?” Mizuki asked. “With your brother?” Atsushi stared at Mizuki stone faced. Mizuki, in true Mizuki fashion (except without the purple) smirked and chuckled.
“Nfu. And someone else I guess? That Saeki-san?” Atsushi gaped slightly, just a little, before noticing that they were all alone on the courts. That and Mizuki had a scheming expression on his face. “Nfu, we’ll just have to give you a reason to stay then won’t we?” And Mizuki pounced.
--
“SHINYA! GET THIS SHREW OFF OF ME!” Yanagisawa traded looks with Yuuta before both rushed to the courts. And their jaws dropped. Mizuki was straddling Atsushi’s waist and cupping the others face in his hands.
“Yuuta get over here and help me!” Mizuki ordered before kissing Atsushi. Atsushi tried to push his manager away but Yuuta knew just how talented Mizuki was at kissing. Both boys watched as Atsushi slowly gave into Mizuki’s forceful kissing. Breaking off the kiss Mizuki flipped his hair out of his face and looked at Yuuta and Yanagisawa. Atsushi stared off dazedly. “Quick while he’s distracted, otherwhise he’ll transfer to Chiba for kinky sex!” This broke Yuuta and Yanagisawa out of their daze to rush over.
--
Kisarazu Ryou picked up his cell phone. “Moshi moshi.” He greeted.
“…aniki.” Ryou sat up, flipping his long hair out of his face.
“Atsushi? What’s going on? Why are you calling so late?”
“…I’m not coming back to Chiba.” Atsushi said slowly. Ryou blinked and then narrowed his eyes.
“Why not?” There was silence on the other end of the line. Then a sleepy voice,
“Go to sleep ‘Sushi, call your brother later, da ne.” Then a chuckle from another voice.
“Yes, don’t be like Fuji Syuusuke and call your brother after sex.” Ryou’s eyes narrowed further as he heard a splutter.
“Aniki does not! He just…. gets excited about new positions sometimes.”
“They lured you back with a foursome! That’s cheating!!!” Ryou declared.
Title: Sanctity of Marriage, my ass
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Fujicest, Kisarazucest, Tanakacest
Warning: ...incest
Summary: Every few months someone calls talking about the 'sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman'...
Syuusuke slammed the phone down and Yuuta winced. Must have been the ‘do you support the god-ordained institution of marriage between a man and a woman’ machine call. It circulated around every few months and no matter what happened Syuusuke always picked up the phone. It irritated his older brother because it was a machine call and so he had no way to tell anyone off. Yuuta stood from the couch, brushing off his pants and heading for the bedroom. “Aniki?” He questioned, peering inside. Syuusuke was muttering and dragging out his laptop, plugging the modem into the phoneline. “Aniki what are you doing?” Syuusuke looked up, eyes gleaming. Yuuta found himself both scared and terribly turned on.
“Finding their headquarters.” He murmured sultrily, looking Yuuta over. “Would you mind calling the Kisarazu and Tanaka twins? I think they want in on this.” He smiled, looking dangerous and sexy and...
“Later.” Yuuta said, closing the bedroom door. “Get on the bed aniki.”
--
Kisarazu Atsushi sat glaring at the phone. Glaring.... glaring... glari- “ShuShu.” Ryou said tiredly. “What are you doing?” Atsushi looked at his twin with a small pout.
“They called again.” He moved to snuggle Ryou under the covers, stroking his brothers long hair. “Why are they always calling and ruining my post-coital glow ” He grumped, moving to snuggle his brother. Ryou ran his hands through Atsushi’s shorter hair. His otouto still wouldn’t grow it out no matter how many times Ryou pouted or how many blowjobs he gave. Atsushi moved closer, nuzzling Ryou and placing soft kisses down the others neck. The phone rang again and Atsushi gave a sigh. Ryou kissed him on the lips and moved to pick it up.
“Hello?” He asked, laying back down on the bed. “Fuji-san what, oh, they got you too? No, Atsushi’s always picking up. Get them back?” Ryou blinked as the phone was snatched away by Atsushi.
“We’re in, just tell us where.” Atsushi stated, smirking slightly.
--
Tanaka Kouhei looked boredly up as the phone rang. “You get it Youhei.” Youhei crossed his arms sulkily.
“No! You get it! I always get it and it’s always those stupid telemarketers!” Youhei snorted, “Sanctity of marriage my ass.” Kouhei smirked slightly and picked up the phone, but he tossed it at Youhei, who caught it absently.
“It’s the Fuji brothers, I can tell from their breathing.”
--
When the volunteer workers came in to check on the machine doing calls Monday morning they were appalled to find it smashed to bits. Not only that but horrifying incestuous and homosexual graffitti was scrawled over the walls. One line stood out prominently, written in a dark red and large letters.
‘STOP INTERRUPTING OUR SEX!’
