Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/4319049. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond Relationship: Miyuki_Kazuya/Narumiya_Mei Character: Miyuki_Kazuya, Narumiya_Mei, Maezono_Kenta Additional Tags: Canon_Compliant, Oral_Sex, Takes_place_during_Season_2_Ep_13, No_Manga Spoilers, Some_kind_of_anger_management, Blowjobs, (Well._One) Stats: Published: 2015-07-11 Words: 1832 ****** Swallow Pride ****** by Kaiosea Summary The day of the Ugumori game brings Kazuya three unexpected things more than average: unforecasted wind, his teammates’ lingering resentment, and Mei. AKA anger and self-improvement are hard, why not give your rival a blowjob to fix none of it? Notes PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EP 13 IN THIS. I have not read the manga so there are no manga spoilers. ---- Set directly before the Ugumori game. This fits into canon near the end of season 2 episode 13--if you need a recap (since I didn't feel like fitting a summary into the fic) this is after Inashiro lost to Ugumori due to Mei's own egotistical pride + lack of Masa on the team. Seido doesn't get the rematch with Inashiro that they burned for and are set to play Ugumori instead. Meanwhile, Miyuki has just alienated portions of his own team, especially Zono and other second- years, having given them a pretty harsh speech. Technically this fic half-way fills my own prompt from the daiya_kink meme, which everyone should post more prompts on! See the end of the work for more notes The day of the Ugumori game brings Kazuya three unexpected things more than average: unforecasted wind, his teammates’ lingering resentment, and Mei. The wind picks up at 0858, which Kazuya notices immediately since he has the window of the bus open. The window is open because between 0833 and 0838, he gives his pre-game speech and becomes aware that his teammates, while never stooping to the level of blatant rudeness, are merely humoring his delivery. Kazuya can hear himself being stilted and awkward, but that’s his usual, and it hasn’t been a problem in the past. At least he knows the reason why. The things he said to Zono echo around the soundproof room of his memory, but he can't regret it. Everything he said was what he actually believes, and while he thought it would blow over by today, it doesn't matter. It just makes for an open window. Contrary to Kazuya’s preference, the third unexpected thing turns up without reason. Kazuya sees him before he steps out of the bus—Inashiro’s ace is unmistakable at the gate of the stadium entrance, leaning against it like it belongs to him. Heat surges to Kazuya’s chest. How dare he show his face here after losing so recently, and today… Mei even has the audacity to be eating a peach. Kazuya twists his mouth to one side, takes a deep breath and watches Mei pretend not to look at him. Getting off the bus, he slings his bag over his shoulder, resolving to sidestep this play. He’ll ignore Mei, because what Mei hates the most, with his screaming attempts to remain constantly in the spotlight, is being passed over. As the team shuffles in, Kazuya positions himself to the right end of the crowd. He’ll cross directly in front of Mei, annoying the shit out of him. Walking mechanically, he adjusts his gaze to point straight ahead, almost hearing Mei’s frustration emanate from only centimeters away. Irritatingly, the point of Mei’s elbow is sharp as ever. “Ow, watch it!” Kazuya can't help himself. He stops to tell Mei off, digging his foot into the ground. Mei lights up suspiciously with a smug, narrow look, and out of the corner of his eye, stomach sinking, Kazuya sees Zono tighten his fist around his bag’s shoulder-strap and quicken his pace to catch up to them. Mei takes an ambitious bite of the peach, and despite better efforts, Kazuya zooms in on his mouth, anticipates, relishes the moment when Mei recoils, having mauled the pit too close with his teeth. He spits a brown, hard bit on the ground and it’s with relief that Kazuya realizes—looking at his clenched jaw, bad posture—that Mei's angry, too. That’s one less unexpected thing. “Kazuya, I have something important,” Mei announces through a wet mouthful, and his posture tries to imitate his words, puffing up with hot air. “About the game.” Next to them, Zono pauses, crouches down, and starts tying his tied shoe. Ignoring him entirely, Mei mouths the last bits of the juice off the pit and tosses it into a dusty ant-pile. Sticky drops of juice percolate through his left knuckles, and he tilts his head at Kazuya, rolling his eyes indicatively off to the side. "Come on already." It’s not like there isn’t time; the bus arrived early. After glancing at Zono, who is still resolutely fumbling with his shoe, Kazuya follows Mei. Kazuya doesn’t like to ask questions beginning with why, prefers to sort things out for himself, so it’s not until Mei has pushed him inside a deserted bathroom, crushed their mouths together in a typically sloppy mess and cupped his crotch with one hand that curiosity gets the better of him. “I knew you’d want me to pay up.” Mei answers, sticking his chin out. “Don’t inconvenience me, I want to do it now.” He had a feeling it might be related to that—their bet resurfacing. He knows it’s stupid, but they have a running agreement that whenever their teams play each other, afterwards, the loser owes the winner a sexual favor. Mei had been up for it, but it was Kazuya’s idea, of course. Results can’t be changed, so the aftermath should be enjoyed as much as possible. But the terms don’t apply here, since Mei failed to bring his team to this game. Seido didn’t beat Inashiro, and Kazuya tells Mei as much. “I lost,” Mei hisses, acting like Kazuya’s the idiot, which— ha. “So I owe you.” His hands neatly undo Kazuya’s belt-buckle. Kazuya’s wrist flicks back to lock the bathroom door, shoulderblades thudding against the wall. That doesn’t make sense, those aren’t the rules. “You know you didn’t play me—” he starts. So there’s no reason for this. Mei yanks down his trousers, eyes glowing. “Fuck off, Kazuya. I’m always playing you.” Dry air hits Kazuya’s thighs, and he gulps. He won’t say exactly how much he likes the sound of that, but he feels it—power surging through his veins, promising heat filling between his legs. Instead of talking, he skims his nails over Mei’s scalp, watches the angry resolution in his shoulders. Mei goes to his knees and fishes in Kazuya’s boxers. Kazuya exhales, heady over the knowledge of what’s about to happen as Mei slips his cock out, already half-hard. Maybe it’s his first time doing this. It’s certainly Kazuya’s first time receiving from him. Mei laps at his cockhead briefly then sucks down while he can, lips traveling to meet trimmed hairs, nose to the plane of Kazuya’s stomach. He pulls away with a lewd slip, only to repeat the motion. Not a sound escapes Kazuya’s vocal cords, but he stifles his response with difficulty, growing fully hard as Mei pushes soft lips against his foreskin, tongue insistently tracing the slit. It’s probably not his first time. Scowling, Mei pulls back and turns his sullen face up. “Make some noise, won’t you? It’s creepy quiet.” Only Mei could look that pissed off while giving a blowjob. Kazuya snickers and fists a hand in blond hair, yanking strands together from the roots up. That’s for the elbow to my ribs earlier. Mei’s yelp echoes stupid-loud, and Kazuya says, “That enough noise for you?” He knows Mei—once he commits, there’s very little that will change his mind, and Kazuya would rather not have anyone who happens down the empty hallway overhear them. Glaring at Kazuya's crotch, Mei’s cheeks redden as he licks his palm and strokes him. His lips part. The air had quickly dried the glistening spit on his cock, and the renewed wetness of Mei’s mouth makes Kazuya want to shove himself into the slick warmth. It’s lucky for Mei that anger looks good on him, forehead crease and all, and Kazuya’s impressed by how Mei makes a classic sneer into a turn-on. He would laugh if he weren’t busy biting blood into his lip, still holding back. His feet itch; he’s sweating into his socks, and his pushed-down trousers are leaving imprints on his legs. When he curls a hand into Mei’s hair to pet rather than pull, Mei acts hungrier, hollowing his mouth like he’s trying to suck cum through the slit of his cock. It’s… more appealing than Kazuya would admit. Mei wraps a hand around the base to manage what he can’t fit between his lips, and he hauls Kazuya's shaking hips forward in an invitation to fuck his mouth. From there it's not long before Kazuya's looking down through half-lidded eyes as he comes, watching Mei’s mouth constrict as he milks the orgasm down his throat. Eyes squeezed shut in concentration, Mei doesn’t let up, a broad tongue licking him clean until he’s soft. Kazuya’s chest heaves, and he lets his bottom lip escape the confines of his teeth. Mei swallows, wipes his mouth. Checking his watch, Kazuya offers to do him in return. He recognizes the obvious signs that Mei wants it: breathing faster, blush at the base of his throat, and the very fact of the look on his slack face, like a dog panting. He has only minutes left, but that’s enough. Kazuya has no duty to tease this time, since he’s not the one who lost—not yet, not on the field. Mei hunches his shoulders and exaggerates his exhale. The brooding effect is lessened by the shininess of his lips. “No.” “Cmon.” Kazuya lets his eyelids slip strategically lower, allowing his satiation to show. “You want to?” Mei lifts his chin, stares down Kazuya’s strategy like the barrel of a gun. “No.” Kazuya flips a palm to the air and shrugs. It’s all the same to him. Turning me down because you can, I see how it is. Knees straightening, Mei climbs up Kazuya’s body, obnoxiously using him for balance. His hand brazenly flirts with Kazuya’s ass, and normally Kazuya would be more than happy to go a second round, but with his head cleared there’s only baseball to think about. He has to go put on his gear and coach pitchers thankfully less obstinate than this one, a myriad of duties circling his brain. It’s a surprise when Mei kisses him. This they’ve already learned how to do, and Kazuya takes a perverted delight in tasting himself on Mei’s tongue, finding himself not sour, not great, but innocuous. Better than Mei tasted over the summer. Kazuya lets his hand wander to a curved waist, wondering how far he can tease before— A semi-maniacal laugh breaks the air, and Mei’s hand parts ways with his ass. “Not today. Too bad for you!” Kazuya just hums to himself and starts to pick up his trousers, examining the depressed reddish marks where the belt bit into his thighs. “Your loss.” “I know that,” Mei snaps, stalking to the sink to splash water on his face. Oops, I made him mad again. Kazuya can’t keep up with the violent shifts in Mei’s emotions, not with the game and his teammates looming imminent and large. The two of them don’t talk that much outside of these liaisons anyways. Unconcerned, Kazuya raises an eyebrow, fastening his clothes into place before thinking better of it and taking advantage of the conveniently located urinal. Afterwards, the sink is missing soap, and he dries his hands on his trousers. He doesn’t have a problem with being seen together, but Mei’s been washing his face long enough that Kazuya figures he wants him to leave first, so he heads for the door. Mei speaks up. “Hey Kazuya. Y’know, if you lose.” He's staring at his waterlogged face in the mirror. And what if I do? But Kazuya knows the implication. He can spare a last thought before he heads into full-game mode, where strategy and play are the only things that merit being on his mind. He wipes his mouth, swallows, and tastes a peach string. “Naturally I won’t forget I’m playing you, Mei.” And Kazuya walks through the door. End Notes the title is even more of a terrible pun because I headcanon and put Mei's future pro team as the Yakult Swallows in my other_narumiyu fic. 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