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works/2934.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Fuji_Shuusuke/Mizuki_Hajime, Fuji_Shuusuke/Fuji_Yuuta
  Character:
      Fuji_Yuuta, Fuji_Shuusuke, Mizuki_Hajime
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Bondage, issues_of_consent, Kink_Meme, Smut, Fujicest
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-05-23 Words: 656
****** Riptide ******
by Lys_ap_Adin_(lysapadin)
Summary
     This wasn't what Yuuta expected to find when he stopped by Mizuki-
     san's room.
Notes
     NC-17 PWP with bondage; originally written for the Kink_Meme and
     polished up just a bit.
Riptide
"Mizuki-san, have you--what the holy shit?!" Yuuta stopped in his tracks, mind
scoured blank by what he was seeing.
Mizuki-san certainly had seen his scarf, because it was right there, wrapped
around Mizuki-san's wrists, tying them to the headboard of his St. Rudolph-
regulation twin bed, and Aniki was--
Mizuki-san was--
They were--
mizuki-san on his knees ass in the air pale skin gleaming with sweat moaning
every time aniki's cock slams into him aniki's hands white-knuckled on his hips
aniki's mouth open for each hoarse gasp tearing out of his throat holy fuck
Holy Fuck HOLY FUCK
"Shut the door, Yuuta," Aniki ground out, and Yuuta did as Aniki let go of
Mizuki-san's hip and closed his hand around Mizuki-san's cock, jerking it
roughly.
Mizuki-san arched, a low wail keening out of his throat as his come splattered
all over the comforter he was so proud of (700 fill count, Yuuta-kun, and
Egyptian cotton and it's even my favorite color, of course I love it.) and it
occurred to Yuuta, as he stared at the handprint blooming dark on Mizuki-san's
hip, that he was on the wrong side of the damn door.
Aniki's hips jerked once, twice, and hard enough the third time that he lifted
Mizuki-san's knees clear off the bed, and the sound he made as he came sounded
like it was ripped right out of his chest.
Mizuki-san was sagging between the headboard and Aniki, little sounds
whimpering in his throat, Aniki was slick with sweat leaning over him, Yuuta's
dick was so hard in his pants that it hurt, and this whole situation was so
fucked up that he wanted to laugh--
But the last shreds of his sense of self-preservation told him that if he
started that, he'd never stop, not until he'd embarrassed himself, and then
even those shreds were drowned out because Aniki...
Aniki was looking at him, eyes dark as the deep parts of the ocean where the
riptides were, and Aniki was pulling away from Mizuki-san with a soft wet sound
and prowling off the bed and that was the door at Yuuta's back, wasn't it? He
groped for the knob but Aniki was there, smiling that little smile he wore when
he was about to grind someone into the court, and he smelled like sweat and sex
and Mizuki-san's cologne. "Yuuta," he said, more like whispered, and just as
suddenly he was dropping to his knees, fingers undoing Yuuta's fly and pushing
his trousers and his underwear down and oh God that was Aniki's mouth on his
cock.
Yuuta felt his nails scrabbling over the scarred wood of the door and Aniki's
tongue stroking over his head, flicking over the sensitive spot underneath, and
then Aniki was taking him in, swallowing him down, hotwethottighthothothot and
oh God he was humming, throat and mouth vibrating around Yuuta's cock. Mizuki-
san was looking right at them, eyes dark and unreadable and that damn scarf
Kaasan had insisted Yuuta needed to wear still tying his wrists to the
headboard, and Yuuta came right there in his brother's mouth, harder than he
ever had in his life.
Aniki sat back on his haunches and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand,
almost prim about it, and looked up with a smile that Yuuta didn't have a name
for. "Next time," he said, "you really ought to knock before barging in."
"Yes, Aniki," Yuuta croaked, shaky-kneed and trembling.
Aniki's smile stayed inscrutable. "Good boy." He stood and ruffled Yuuta's
hair.
"Did you need something, Yuuta-kun?" Mizuki-san asked with as much aplomb as
anyone tied to a headboard could manage.
"My... scarf..." Yuuta said.
"I thought I recognized it," Aniki said, snapping his fingers. "We can give it
back later, can't we?"
Yuuta just gaped at them, and pulled up his pants. "Keep it," he said, and
fled, still doing up his fly.
Aniki's laughter echoed after him.
end
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