Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/8338588. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond Relationship: Kuramochi_Youichi/Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun, Kuramochi_Youichi_& Miyuki_Kazuya_&_Sawamura_Eijun, Kuramochi_Youichi/Miyuki_Kazuya, Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun, Kuramochi_Youichi/Sawamura_Eijun Character: Kuramochi_Youichi, Sawamura_Eijun, Miyuki_Kazuya Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless_Smut, Double_Anal_Penetration, Double_Penetration, Dirty Talk, Anal_Fingering, Post_Orgasm_Torture, Overstimulation, Bondage, Frottage, Hand_Jobs, Animalistic, Shower_Sex, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Anal Fisting Stats: Published: 2016-10-21 Updated: 2017-05-22 Chapters: 9/? Words: 15984 ****** The Way You Break ****** by Dragoncounsel121 Summary There are worst ways to spend an evening. Eijun certainly wouldn't complain. (Warning: it really is senseless smut. The chapters have legitimately nothing to do with each other, and will sometimes even feature different combinations) Picture taken from my tumblr. ***** The Way You Break ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes [Screwing by night]   They always turned the light down, seeing only by the bluish glow of downtown Shinjuku filtering through the blinds. They had to nearly press their noses together to see any detail, and Eijun could feel a shiver run up his spine at the sheer intimacy of the distance. "C'mere Bakamura," husky whisper commanded. A pair of lips, out of the darkness, claimed his own. They moved together languidly, unhurried. "Ei-chan," the other voice murmured in his ear. "Pay attention to me too." Another mouth latched onto the base of his neck, teeth sinking into skin hard enough to bruise. He whimpered into the kiss, a moment taken advantage of, and suddenly Eijun's mouth was filled with a warm insistent tongue tangling with his. The teeth on his neck had gentled, nibbling more than biting in between apologetic kisses. Callused hands, pushed him back settled him against a warm firm chest. Two of them pressed his legs open and hooked them around strong thighs, rippling with muscle. Eijun tore his mouth away from the addictive kiss to moan as those hands teasingly stroked the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. A breathy chuckle, a sneer pressed against his shoulder and the pair of hands not already making trails of fire over his skin found themselves dancing along the lines of his torso. Unbidden, Eijun arched into the touch, his own fingers digging into bony knees. "Oh you like that don't you?" Heat was slowly, lazily pooling at the pit of his stomach from the pampering. He could get used to this. "Che of course he does. Letting us do all the work." Then teeth dug into his nipples. Eijun yelped, hands flying into silky hair, burying his nose into the sweaty strands, vaguely still smelling like hair gel from that morning. Powerful shoulders pressed them even closer together and lean but sculpted abs pressed against Eijun's half hard cock. He cried. "So noisy" one of his lovers purred into his ear. "Kyaha, it's cute, so whatever." His brows furrowed and Eijun wanted to protest but the sudden burning pad of a callused thumb rubbing circles into his swollen head trapped any complaints he might have had inside a strangled groan. A wet tongue ran teasingly over the shell of his ear. The was a soft pop, and a breath later, fingers cold and slick with lube were toying with the rim of his puckered entrance. "Oh? What have we here? Want something Ei-chan?" "Gods, look at those hips go. You're so fucking desperate right now, aren't you?" Eijun moaned his answer, so far beyond being difficult right now. His hips canted up, hands and fingers reaching out, tears welling up in his eyes and he begged. They left him like that, a smirk pressed into his shoulder, a smirk hovering before his face too dark to recognize. They let him beg until his his voice fractured and his nails left marks in their skin. He whimpered in relief when a finger slipped in. It stirred him up slowly, dragging along his spasming walls, teasing them loose for another finger, which found it's way inside with little resistance. "Damn, you sure you didn't prep before?" The two fingers scissored him open slowly. "He's taking them that easily?" "See for yourself." Two more fingers, thicker stronger ones, pressed inside without preamble. Eijun's breath hitched from the pressure, but the stretch wasn't painful. "Oh you're right. He's still loose from last night. That's adorable." The different sets of fingers twisted and curled inside him out of sync, doing everything they can to avoid brushing the sweet little bundle of nerves Eijun wanted them to. He cursed as he moved with the fingers trying to shift them inside him, but his torturers only laughed breathily in his ears. "So demanding." "Alright, alright, we'll stop messing around." The four fingers pulled out, and for a moment his body felt aching empty. The knees that had kept his legs restrained shifted and hands came up to pull him back into the body behind him. He could feel those two cooling fingers slick with lube tracing his chest. They pushed and pulled, lining him up. Eijun sucked in a heady breath as a swollen cock head kissed his fluttering hole and pushed through. It filled him in a single smooth motion...Miyuki Kazuya. There was no movement wasted, no hesitance, just long slow deep thrusts fucking his insides almost gracefully, like he was leading Eijun through a dance. He was forced into Kazuya's pace under Kazuya's control as the other man filled him to the brim with pulsing heat. Eijun mewed. "Oi, careful Kazu. The way he is, he's gonna cum before you're done chick- flicking him." "Well...ah...then maybe you should - Oh Eijun, baby, don't do that - get a move on, Cheetah-chan." "Tch, cocky bastard." From behind, strong sure hands pushed him forward, rocked him over Kazuya's thick cock until Eijun lay folded into the catcher's defined chest, his open gasping mouth pressed against salty sweat-dampened skin. The taste muddled up his foggy thoughts even more and it was pure instinct that pushed his lips and tongue to wander until they latched on to a stiff nipple to keep them busy. Kazuya shuddered under him and it ran straight down Eijun's arched spine. A tongue clicked behind him and suddenly the fingers were back, slicked down with even more lube. They prodded and pulled at him even though he was already wrapped so tightly around Kazuya. Despite his broken protests, they nudged him open even further and slicked inside. His teeth closed around the nub in his mouth without his control, and Kazuya hissed, arching up and snapping his hips into Eijun's, dragging another broken moan from his throat. "Look Bakamura, he likes it." He did. Through his hazy eyes Eijun saw Kazuya's soft panting mouth and his shaking shoulders. He felt Kazuya's heartbeat flutter against his lips. He really liked it. "Let's do that again why don't we?" A third finger pushed it's way into Eijun, massaging his walls and Kazuya's hot hard dick. Eijun's teeth closed again. A hand fisted in his hair and roughly dragged him off the bruised nipple, and rewarded him with sharp teeth biting at his lips and an insistent tongue thrusting in and out between them, syncing up with the stroke of the fingers inside him. He was distracted enough not to notice the fingers pull out...at least until another cock pressed against the base of Kazuya's, demanding, insistent. Eijun gasped. Fear tinged with anticipation holding his body rigid. Almost immediately his lovers began to run their hands all over him again, petting his hair, massaging his lower back, coaxing and cooing in his ear. "You can do this, 'mura." "You're such a good boy." "So fucking wonderful." "You're lovely, Ei-chan." Eijun had always tried his best at everything and he wouldn't be here today if he let the impossible stop him. Underneath such careful attention what could he do but comply? Slowly, but surely, his body relaxed until the second length could push inside. It inched inside him, a bit at a time with shallow teasing thrusts...Youichi. Always the more careful one, gently easing inside him like he was made of lace and might tear. It was unbelievable sometimes that someone so rough could fuck so softly; and that was fucking wonderful because between Youichi being gentle oh so gentle and Kazuya working him over slow, Eijun was forced to lie there and really feel the stretch. "So good baby." And it was good, aching deep at his core in the best possible way. He couldn't move on his own so they had to grind him over their cocks in two different rhythms. "Little cock slut." Oh he was. He was. Absolutely whoring himself out for Kazuya's kisses like burning rosettes bloomed over his shoulders and Youichi's nails pinching his nipples until they were bruised and tender. "...my pretty, pretty little pitcher." In his delirious mind, Eijun thought he could feel their heart beats pulse through him even as he heard their husky half coherent whispers in his ears.   "...so goddamn tight." It was too much. Tears filled his eyes and overflowed. His body jerked with electric pleasure, beyond his control, and he sobbed. And then he was cumming over himself, screaming only there was no air to scream with. The lack of oxygen strangled his voice higher and ran out halfway and the deep silence that tore out of his throat echoed off the walls, intensifying the filthy wet sounds of their love making. They followed not long after, both forcing their way as far into his body as they could possibly go and filling his belly with their heat and shocking his vision white. For a moment, they lay there, the three of them, breathing in each other's air and scents until they were all light-headed. Then with a groan, Youichi pulled out. With a deep breath, Kazuya followed, leaving Eijun with nothing but a broken whimper. Being empty, with lube and semen spilling from his stretched hole, Eijun dimly realized that he was shattered, completely and irreparably broken. Kazuya and Youichi had torn him apart and changed his very body. He would never be the same again. The thought made his heart catch at the back of his throat. And they were moving now, blurry hands reaching for blurry wet wipes, which were Kazuya's idea, the neat freak, but it was a good idea even if Youichi and Eijun would never admit that to him. They took care of the stickly mess on his stomach and legs and ever so slightly flirted with the stretched rim of his asshole. "Oh Ei-chan." Kazuya inhaled softly as he tossed the dirty wipe off somewhere outside of Eijun's vision. Finger's slow and careful brushed over his gaping fluttering asshole "I wish you could see yourself. You're so red." "You are," Youichi muttered quiet and heavy in his ear, hands spread his legs a little wider. "you're red and aaaaall wet." "And you're so soft inside," Kazuya didn't say so much as he breathed. "We could probably stretch you open and see right to your belly." Kazuya's fingers dipped back into him, coaxing out the cooling fluids bit by bit. Maybe it was because the touches were so light, maybe because he's so fucked open his body had gone numb, but the stroke of Kazuya's fingers soothed his walls and Eijun felt himself sigh, satisfied, slowly relaxing around them.  "That'd be a pretty picture," Youichi hummed as he cradled Eijun into his chest. He was always weirdly snuggly after sex. A glance shared between his two boyfriends and Eijun sighed. He huffed softly because he was too tired to laugh as he let them arrange him as they pleased and turn on the lamp. He even smiled for the camera and flashed a tired victory sign. Chapter End Notes Lol I just felt like Kuramochi would be the one who's super into dirty talk, but is actually a giant sweet unkinky marshmallow on the inside. And Miyuki is the one who uses nicknames and gushes excessively because he know it embasses the hell out of his boyfriends. ***** Tanuki Mischief ***** Chapter Summary What they used to do in those dark dark pre-Kuramochi days. Um...Happy Halloween? Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Miyuki Kazuya was a perverted bastard and he damn well knew it. Most days, it wasn't so bad. Despite him being a saddistic asshole, he would never do anything his boyfriend couldn't handle, so most days, Eijun's grievances were given due consideration. Today was not most days. Today, Eijun had a ball gag buckled into his mouth and his wrists and ankles shackled together. Today, he was on his knees in nothing but his dirty baseball jersey still sweaty and gross from runnning this morning with his face pressed against a pillow that smelled like Miyuki and wondering why in hell he'd given the asshole that free ticket to do whatever he wanted. And he'd felt so guilty about having a game on Miyuki's birthday too! He shhould have known Miyuki would take shameless advantage of the situation! "You know Ei-chan," said tanuki bastard clicked his tongue mockingly from behind Eijun, "To think a rare break on a weekend and my darling boyfriend was avoiding me all day." Warm hands with strong thick fingers, callused from years of rubbing against the warm leather of mitts and baseballs stroked the underside of his bare thighs. A sharp slap to his left cheek made Eijun bristle in his bonds until he was calmed by a gentle palm soothing over the sting. "I was so lonely. You really should make it up to me." God he could hear the pout in that voice. Eijun grumbled behind the gag and rolled his eyes. At least Miyuki wasn't the one that got KIDNAPPED AND TIED UP! As if Miyuki could read his mind, another slap stung his ass and another and another. In between slaps, Miyuki's hands rubbed the burning gently away, making confusing coils of heat settle in the pit of the younger pitcher's stomach. Eijun groaned into his gag, burying deeper into Miyuki's pillow for comfort. "I knew you'd see it my way." And suddenly, one of those hands was on his cock, ghosting over the sensitive flesh. He felt the jersey being flipped up as hot wet kisses were pressed to his spine. Eijun cursed into the stupid ball gag nearly choking himself, getting more and more frustrated as he felt Miyuki's smile widened against his skin. That bastard was enjoying this waaaay too much. His other hand kept up the pattern of sharp and soft that was begining to get scarily addicting. "Now that didn't sound very nice, Eijun." Eijun dared a glance at his infuriating partner over his shoulder. Miyuki was hovering just over him, cool as anything, and enjoying the hell out of this. Eijun glared, trying to burn through that shitty infuriating smirk with just his eyes. For a moment time stood still. Miyuki met Eijun with a terrifying bronze gaze that was almost predatory. It was a gaze that arrested him, that stole his breath and frightened some primal animal instinct inside him. But it also stirred up something else, a craving to answer that gaze, to rebel against it and challenge it. It was intrinsically different from their connection on the mound, and yet in a way, it was the exact same thing. And then Miyuki's expression sharpened. Fingers slick and cold and gods WHEN did he do that? Slid down the valley of his ass and two of them thrust inside his body without any preamble forcing Eijun's eyes to widen and his throat to constrict. They were so good the fingers, rough and quick, opening his clenching passage way with insistant strokes, curling inside him to find all his good spots, filling a need he didn't realize he'd had til then. "It's been a while, huh. Doesn't hurt?" There was a note of caution in Miyuki's voice, a warning and a tease rolled into one. Eijun bit down hard on the gag but shook his head. The stretching was a little odd, but not to the point of pain. "Bad boy, this is why you should come to me more often." Eijun moaned both loving and resenting the way the gag forced his voice back into his mouth. He began to rock his hips, wordlessly asking for more, faster, harder. He felt his face heating up and he mentally crowed with shame knowing that Miyuki could see everything, could watch his face slowly get more and more wrecked. But he couldn't look away, he just couldn't. "Hahaha, aren't you enjoying yourself a little TOO much sweetheart?" Miyuki sneered mockingly sweet down at him. "You look like you'll cum with just my fingers." A third long callused digit pressed in alongside the first two. "Let's test that, shall we?" Miyuki's fingers disappeared from his body and a heart beat later had flipped him over, pulling Eijun's cuffed hands to rest behind his head and pulling his legs, with the ankles still shackled together, apart at an angle that let him immobilize them with a single press of a knee. Eijun gasped for breath from behind the plastic, his body tensing. They'd been in this position before...and if he knew Miyuki... "Tch tch tch, now don't look at me like that. How can we know for sure unless we see everything?" The three lube slicked fingers found their way back inside his tight passage again. If they were rough before, they meant business now. Eijun threw his head back as those long strong fingers twisted inside him, massaging open the sensitive walls that clasped down on them, angling just so that they rubbed against his prostate every time. He keened high and loud in approval barely hampered even by the uncomfortable gag. His body burned, every stroke setting fire to his senses. His cock bobbed hard and heavy and unbearable between his legs. He began to lick and suck on the plastic ball to keep his mouth occupied, trying to remember the feeling of a proper kiss. He could feel just how smug Miyuki's face was looking down at him. Eijun thrashed beneath it. He was close, so close. And then everything stopped. Eijun whined softly. His body was burning. His erection throbbed with need. He opened his eyes. It was a mistake. Miyuki was bent over him, so close Eijun could see himself in the catcher's burnished bronze gaze. It was strangely curious, glinting in the calculated way he only got when they were reviewing the numbers in the bull pen. Miyuki was plotting something. He shivered. "Wanna try something?" The catchers voice was low and husky in his ear. His voice was gruff and heavy, but the rare elusive note of honestly made Eijun's throat tighten, "No promises...but I think you might like it." Eijun took a breath...and nodded. Hands quickly came up to the sides of his face and unbucked the saliva drenched plastic gag and replaced it with a nice soothing tongue instead. It was a slow kiss, one that was meant to calm instead of excite, a languid gesture meant to distract him. "If it's too much...bite me." Eijun breathed his assent on Miyuki's lips. And then the fingers began to move again, the three in his ass and now two more slipped between his lips, pressing down on his tongue and massaging the sensitive insides of his cheeks. Eijun purred around them, the idea of Miyuki's smooth immaculate fingers in his mouth every bit as erotic as the way they danced with his tongue. Bit by bit, they pushed him back onto the edge he'd just been coming down from. It didn't take long. Eijun was cuming before he knew it, body snapping up tight against his bonds crying out against them. And that should have been that. They should have moved on, but no. No because Miyuki was still stroking him, fingers still rubbing firm insistent circles into his prostate. It was too much. The formerly smooth caress now felt raw and much much too intense. He could feel every textured callus drag against his insides, every accidental press of hard immaculate nails. It hurt, oh god, it hurt, And Eijun loved it. His own body was preventing him from moving, pinned easily beneath his own awkward position and Miyuki's well-placed knee, but none the less he struggled and thrashed. Pleasure sang in his muscles and wound them so tight they might have snapped. It shocked through his nerves until he was sure they were all burnt out, dragging scream after scream out of him. And it happened again and again and again, until he felt so used, so sensitive, so overstimulated he couldn't even cry anymore and the tears just spilled passively from his eyes. Throughout it all he was trapped in a searing bronze gaze clear and piercing though the rest of the world swam in a delirious haze. Eventually, it passed, the sharp edge of the impossible pleasure pain simmering down to something much more soothing. The world came back into focus, Miyuki's gaze soften and released him. He could finally hear all the whispered praises, the little "good boy, Ei-chan"s and the "you're so pretty"s and the "Baby, you look so wrecked"s. And he knew what they were there for, standing in place of the "I love you"s and "I need you"s that Miyuki couldn't yet say. He smiled around the fingers in his mouth, smiled into the kiss they were eventually replaced with. And like that, with Eijun exhausted and spent, the swollen head of Miyuki's member kissed his twitching entrance and pushed in. Eijun took him with a whimper, too tired to respond yet and just feeling Miyuki's presence inside him. After the burning pleasure of overstimulation, being stretched out over Miyuki's cock felt achingly sweet like his body no longer belonged to him, like it didn't matter if he was loose and fucked open, he'd given himself to Miyuki...and Miyuki wasn't done. So he laid there, wrapped around Miyuki's hard throbbing dick, unable to do anything but mew and take it. And Miyuki fucked him slow. Slow because he always went slow, because he was meticulous and careful and took care of people even if he didn't want to admit it, because he knew Eijun was spent and boneless and couldn't take any faster if he wanted to practice at all tomorrow. Eijun always followed Miyuki's lead, always, because the only thing he could still concentrate on was Miyuki. The wave of heat felt like warm cuddles on rainy nights, like lethargic winter afternoons curled together, when they're in a sexy mood but too lazy to do much so they just kiss and stroke each other off, or kiss and fuck all comfortably and Eijun wonders if this is what the shoujo manga meant when they say it feels like you two are in your own world. They came together and Eijun saw white. :.:.: When he woke up again, his hands and feet were free and the cum on his stomach was wiped away. Miyuki was snoring softly beside him beneath the covers. Even in the dim light Eijun could make out the features of his face...and for once it was all real. Not for the first time, he snuggled closer to his precious catcher and prayed for his graduation day to come quickly. Chapter End Notes Headcanon: of the three, Miyuki is clearly the one who'd google shit online to try out. He's a slow burner, but he loves to see his lovers lose their cool and debauch themselves so he doesn't mind getting....creative LOL. He asks first though, because before Eijun is his personal sex experiment, Eijun is a pitcher. And GOD forbid Miyuki ever damages a pitcher. ***** Monster Hunter ***** Chapter Summary All Kuramochi wanted was Garuga Armor Or Miyuki Kazuya, the ruiner of everything. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Kuramochi like to think that he didn't make it a habit to lie to himself. He had seen what that would do enough times to make him wary of it. And sometimes in the peaks of this self-honesty, he could admit that he was occasionally just the tiniest bit jealous of how much closer, how much more boyfriend-like, Miyuki and Sawamura were together. Let's not be hasty here. It wasn't a bad thing at all. For all his emotional distance and prickly personality, Miyuki was a surprisingly needy lover. Miyuki needed attention, even if it was just so he could ignore it to spite you. He teased and taunted and generally made himself an absolute pest if he didn't get it. That his favorite target was generally Sawamura then actually came as a bit of a relief. Kuramochi knew that if he'd been left only with Miyuki, he probably would have strangled the bastard years ago. Sawamura though, had in surplus exactly what Miyuki lacked, giving Miyuki as much rapt attention as the cheeky catcher could possibly demand. Sawamura tended to hover badly, eager to please, but with no idea how to do it. His entire body hummed with restless energy near constantly on the best of days and buzzed around your head like a gadfly at his worst. He'd end up in a fair few headlocks when he tried it on Kuramochi, but Miyuki lapped it up like a cat who'd gotten the cream. It was as if together, Miyuki and Sawamura completed for each other some essential part of themselves that they were each missing, two extreme halves of a single whole. Sometimes, that was just great. They gave Kuramochi is space, let him settle comfortably outside but not completely removed from of the sickening degree of affection, and life was good. ...And sometimes they gushed all over the damn couch and carried on philosophical fucking life debates entirely in little whining noises at the back of their throats. Kuramochi could feel his grip on the controller tighten. Damn, he'd been looking forward to this all week. Don't lose, Youichi. You were the one who asked them to let you play today. Behind him Miyuki purred. Fucking purred. Pretty much immediately, Sawamura replied in kind because he was an instinct driven animal with no restraint and because Miyuki's devilry didn't come with an off switch. And now, Kuramochi could hear wet smacking and slurping in between the little mews and growls and quiet almost-laughs. Those fucking bastards were making out RIGHT THERE. "Uh...Mochi." Nakata's shaky voice was barely audible over the intercom. "I...um, if-if you're busy." "Ignore them Nakata," Kuramochi growled as he set to the business of hacking his latest quarry, a scaled and feather leviathan of a beast, to pieces with his newly forged broadsword. "Easy for you to say!" "Yeah 'Mochi, we've already lost Sawamura," oh that's RIGHT. Kuramochi glared at the 3DS that laid next to him, forgotten. They only had THREE party members left because the fourth who was SUPPOSED to be his bastion against the curse on humanity that is Miyuki Kazuya has long since abandoned his post, "and your head is so gone right now." "We are FINISHING this session. I'll just mute my mike." "Come on 'Mochi, we can do this again." "Shirasu, it took us forever to coordinate schedules! And now you abandon ship?" "I wouldn't call it that. Just postponing." Sawamura let out a particularly high fluttery moan behind him. "......yeah." "Goddamn it. You too Nakata?...ugh fine." "I honestly don't even know how you hung on this long. If my girlfriend wasn't busy today I wouldn't even be here." "You're a scrub though." "Shirasu! I thought you were on my side!" Kuramochi left the game and switched off his wiiu. He turned around to where Miyuki now had Sawamura blushing to the roots of his hair. The idiot wasn't so much cuddled against as straddling Miyuki now probably with their tongues down each other's throats. He was almost surprised they were stil clothed. Ok they were pretty, but that was NOT the point. "Miiiiyuuukiiiiii, Saaaawaaamuuuraaaaa" Kuramochi growled. He stalked over, and shoved them both down, earning two surprised yelps. "I HOPE you're going to somehow pay me back for those drops you just lost me." "M-m-mochi-senpai!" Sawamura snapped up to attention right away. Blushing even more severely and tried to get up and....salute? Kuramochi couldn't tell since his attempts were foiled by Miyuki cheerfully tugging him back down. The catcher beamed that shitty shitty grin at Kuramochi with Sawamura tucked cozily under his chin. "Make me." "Oh, I will." Kuramochi braced his palm against the small of Sawamura's back and eased his weight onto the younger boy until Sawamura groaned, and began to rut himself into the dip of Miyuki's stomach. The Catcher drew a breath, but still looked annoyingly unperturbed. "Keep him pinned Bakamura," kuramochi growled in the younger pitcher's ears. "Or I'm going to literally tie your arms and legs together later." "Y-yes sir!" Sawamura replied leaning over to lace is fingers with Miyuki's and plant them into the plush upholstery. Kuramochi rewarded his obedience with a kiss in the silky brown hair Then he busied himself with stripping off Miyuki's jeans and undewear. Miyuki was already half hard, and Kuramochi decided to helping him along a little, wrapping his hand around the stiff flesh and giving a couple gentle pumps while he fished around in the couch for the lube bottle he knew was lying around somewhere. Miyuki sighed softly and began to roll his hips into Kuramochi's touch. Sawamura responded immediately with a whimper that seemed to spread over his entire body. That was interesting. Kuramochi could feel a smile steal accross his face as he adjusted his grip on Miyuki's cock and stroked a little more firmly, twisting slightly as he neared the tip. Miyuki let out a ragged breath. Sawamura, a gasp and a shudder. Kuramochi found the bottle of lube and stopped to coat his fingers in the cool gel. Miyuki arched when two fingers unceremoniously pressed inside him, a motion that started from his shoulders and crawled through his body, into Sawamura's who curled over him with a soft moan. Kuramochi contrinue to stretch him, massaging the tight hot walls open, and watched Miyuki's responses, translated and magnified through Sawamura, who it seems, really did follow Miyuki's lead to an unsettling degree. In the back of Kuramochi's mind, a prickling bitterness began to rear itself. These two...they had a special relationship, one that Kuramochi would probably never be able break into. They understood each other on a level beyond consious thought. Miyuki was never that possessive or overbearing with Kuramochi. He didn't demand his attention every minute they were in the same room. Sawamura never got so wrapped up in Kuramochi's presence that he literally dropped whatever he was doing. He didn't answer his overtures like he felt exactly whatever Kuramochi was feeling. And maybe that was what made Kuramochi dig into Miyuki a little harder than he'd intended. Miyuki's surprised grunt was a rare phenomenon, a guttural rumble that was unlike his usual composed breaths and smooth devious chuckles. Feeling a little vindictive, and a little curious, Kuramochi did it again. This time though, Miyuki was ready for him and bit it back, eyeing him from over Sawamura's shoulder with a smirk that oughta be fucking illegal. The shortstop rose to the challenge, adding another finger, and more lube, stroking the smirking tanuki bastard open. Miyuki responded by pulling Sawamura down and moaning right next to his ears, forcing Kuramochi to watch that flexible little spine arch and curl and that tight little ass gyrate in front of him as Sawamura added his own whimpers to Miyuki's already sinful voice. That sneaky bastard. So Kuramochi switches tactics. He finishes stretching Miyuki with little more fuss and a few moment later, had his jeans unbuttoned and was sliding into the hot slick passage. If nothing else, Miyuki Kazuya was a good fuck. He was tight in all the right ways and his ass wrapped around Kuramochi like silk. Unlike Sawamura who swallowed you whole and gripped you like a vice, here was a finesse Miyuki had that the little pitcher just didn't. Kuramochi breathed slow and deep as he began to thrust his hips leisurely, eye's locked on Miyuki's. With a smirk, he reached out and pulled Sawamura out of Miyuki's grasp and up to press flush against his own chest. It's a good thing their connection worked both ways. Kuramochi fit his teeth over one of the many many old love bites Miyuki had sucked on to Sawamura's throat because he was a possessive godamn vampire. It was a little awkward at first. He only had one hand to work with and Bakamura was basically vibrating with excitement. But Kuramochi managed to find a secure angle that let him both suck on the golden tanned neck and stroke the lean muscled chest. Sawamura melted against him, sighs and whimpers falling from his lips as he slipped a hand beneath his shirt and pulled it off, found and teased sensitive sides and dusky nipples, scraped his teeth against blushing ears. He watched Miyuki's eyes glaze over. He knew what face Sawamura was making right now, the perfect picture of corrupted innocence. Those huge glowing eyes with their pupils blown wide. The brows over them drawn together like he's about to break down and cry. Those lips wet and shiny and gasping for air like if he opened his mouth wider he'd be any less breathless. He could tell by the little flutters of his breath, the way he was rutting himself insane. And honestly, for the moment, Kuramochi was glad he couldn't see. It was affecting Miyuki in the best possible way. The pretty boy catcher was falling apart behind his glasses. His eyes were locked on to Sawamura, unmoving. He'd begun to pant like a bitch in heat and roll his hips up to rub against the curve of Sawamura's ass. His body spasmed around Kuramochi's cock and his fingers dug into the suede of the couch. He tried to move, to somehow fuck himself faster but Sawamura was still on top, doing a wonderful job of pinning him in place as well as mentally destroying him. Kuramochi relished the strained tension in his eyes as he slowly rocked Miyuki to his peak. Miyuki gathered into himself when he came, upper body curling up, seeking as much contact as possible. His gasp was soft and almost pleading, falling from his lips like a prayer. Sawamura made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a sob and doubled over to nuzzle against Miyuki's rapid pulse. It was those two little noises that pushed Kuramochi over the edge too, painting Miyuki's insides with his cum. From over Sawamura's shoulder, Miyuki winked at him. Kuramochi smirked. If Miyuki thought this was over, he had another thing coming. "Oi 'mura," Kuramochi leaned over and growled into the younger boy's ear. "You're still a little frustrated, aren't ya." "M-mochi-senpai?" Sawamura squeaked when Kuramochi ran a gentle hand over the swell of his ass. Goddamn idiot was too cute. "Look Miyuki," Kuramochi sneered, "Our little pitcher's still hard. Don't you think you should take responsibility? You're the one who pulled him away in the first place." The glace Miyuki gave him was sharp and calculating, but also challenging and full of bravado. "Well I was going to cheetah-chan," Miyuki laughed through his breaths. "But you jumped the gun a bit early didn't you?" "I...Miyuki-senpai?" "My bad, but you're free now aren't you?" Kuramochi said airily. "Hm...I supose I am," Miyuki replied. "C'mere Ei-chan, I'll let you top me today." "I...really?" Sawamura hesitated, as if not quite processing the information. "I...if you're sure. Just to be clear, I'm not...not used to it, ok?" He was so fidgety, both the older boys laughed. "We'll walk you through it, idiot," Kuramochi assured him. "You'll do fine, baby, just follow our lead." Kuramochi drew a breath as he pulled out, the air feeling particularly cold after the heat inside Miyuki. "Ready, Bakamura?" he asked, beginning to strip Sawamura's T-shirt and basketball shorts off him. They shifted until Sawamura was off Miyuki and instead settled between the cacther's strong smooth thighs."I opened him up, niiiice and pretty for you, so you're basically already half done, see?" He bit back a chuckle when Sawamura's fingers wandered down to Miyuki's flushed hole and actually ran his fingers over the puckered ring of muscle, fascinated. "That's what you usually look like you know, just after you've been stretched out over a cock," Kuramochi hummed in his younger lover's ear. "It's no wonder Miyuki loves you so much when you're broken huh?" A nod. "Try it out?" Another shakier nod. Sawamura's cock was a decent size, a hair longer than Kuramochi's if slimmer. How just like a pitcher. He slid in easily with little resistance, mewing cutely as if he was the one taking it up the ass. From below, Miyuki reached up and petted his face and hair like he was a puppy. It seemed to embolden him and he pressed forward til he was all the way inside, before withdrawing slowly, carefully and pressing back in. "Why don't you tell him how it feels," Kuramochi suggested. The look Miyuki threw him was wary and sharp. He didn't care "Tell him just how good he feels, 'mura, every little thing." Sawamura fell oddly silent for a while, and Kuramochi wondered if he actualy broke the idiot. "....He's wet," Sawamura said subdued...fascinated. "Miyuki-sen..." He stopped, and shook his head a couple of times. "K-kazuya-senpai," Sawamura corrected himself, "you're so wet. You're all soft and messy inside." "And?" Kuramochi prompted. "A-and it feels amazing. Like you're all over me. I want to be inside you for hours." Sawamura was really getting into it now, babbling non-stop in a tone that was sugar sweet and so sincere it ached. It was addictive and so tempting, carressing Kuramochi's ears like soft cotton. And yet the words that were formed from that angelic tone were so incredibly dirty. "And I can tell how good you felt when you were being stretched open. I can even tell where you like it. You've got places..." Miyuki gasped as Sawamura adjusted his hips as he slid back in. "...these places that are all tender. That's where...oh...that's where you must have felt it the most, r-right senpai?" The catcher threw his head back, letting out a sound that was more wail than moan. His cock was hard again probably as much from Sawamura's's voice as his fucking. Even Youichi lost himself for a little bit watching the long lean lines of his body arching back like a bow pulled taut. Kuramochi had to tug on Sawamura's hair to get the pitcher's attention back and growl a "keep going" into his ear. "Oh senpai, senpai! You're feeling me too aren't you? You're twitching inside like you wanna clamp down on me, but you've been worked too hard. You're too loose and tired. I know how that feels too, Kazuya-senpai. Mochi-senpai's really good at working people open, isn't he?" Sawamura stopped for a whimper and Kuramochi could see Miyuki's nails digging into his hands in a bruising grip, for once not thinking of pitches and baseball. He doesn't think he's ever seen the pretty boy catcher this far gone. Oddly fascinated, he let "And then you take me when I'm all open and aching with an ass stuffed with cum. And you always tell me I'm pretty. You are too, Kazuya-senpai, you're gorgeous." And he really was, all tanned skin and firm muscle, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes glassy, barely lucid, but trained on Sawamura. Almost before Kuramochi realized it, he'd left his place behind Sawamura and came up for a closer look. He settled down just beside the couch and laid his head on Miyuki's chest. He watched as Miyuki's intense amber gaze flicker in and out of consciousness, watch as he beagn to fracture, as the lights in his eyes shifted into something that was very nearly mad. And he was struck by the thought that he'd never seen Miyuki like this before. "I...I'm," Miyuki gasped. But Kuramochi wanted more. So he turned around to curl a hand around the base of Miyuki's swollen dripping cock in a firm grip. Miyuki cried, pleading and beautiful and so so sexy. He wanted to turn back and look. He couldn't. Because Sawamura was looking down at him with blinding golden eyes. If Miyuki was drifting in and out of consciousness, Sawamura was definitely gone. Although his lips were still forming around the filthiest words that should never be coming from his mouth and his hips rocked forward steadily, Kuramochi was pretty sure that there wasn't a stray thought left in that pretty little head, that he was moving on some kind of animalistic instinct. He looked like a completely different person from the usual docile little kitten of a boy that clung mewing to Kuramochi. The sight arrested him, stole his breath and left him helpless, because how could this be Bakamura? But it was, and Kuramochi began to wonder if this was why Miyuki had latched onto him so quickly during highschool, had kept an eye on him and gotten attached. "Please," Miyuki whimpered behind him, "Please...no...I can't." And he understood. So, with effort, he tore his gaze from Sawamura's brilliant predator eyes and seized Miyuki's face with his free hand and dragged him into a kiss, because it really was too much, and even Miyuki sometimes needed a break from that kind of single minded intensity. He could feel it when it came, hear when Sawamura's voice stopped forming words and started breath hard and quick and erratic, tell when Miyuki's body convulsed from wilder, more powerful thrusts. He eased the grip on his hand and began to stroke the hard hot erection until the catcher broke away into an scream, til he arched off the couch, coming harder than Kuramochi had known he could. Like clockwork his loyal pitcher followed shivering with his release like he was putting his very soul into it. Hell, he probably was. Kuramochi caughth im as he crumpled, kissed him too, soft and slow and languid until his gasps became soft little mews again, until Sawamura shifted back into that sleepy content kitten of a boy he knew so well. Because that was what he brought to the relationship, a sense of stediness and bringing both these idiots down from their dangerous highs and tugging them up from their dangerous lows. And then he went to get wet towels leaving the idiots cuddled together on the couch, both looking equally as broken as the other.   Chapter End Notes no excuse, I'm just borrowing Mochi's super observational powers LOL ***** A Personal Connection ***** Chapter Summary This ties in with my whole weapons au from "Partner" and "A Tempest Brews" all you really need to know is that Eijun isn't human, he's a knife who's able to copy a human form if he wants. ...and also they can read each other's minds lol Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Eijun didn't sleep naturally, even so every night he laid there next to Miyuki as quiet as a mouse, so convincingly still you wouldn't be able to tell. Sometimes Miyuki too, would pretend to be asleep, would dwindle his ki and he controlled his breathing to feign unconsciousness, a skill he'd had since before his mercenary days. And he'd wait. When Eijun thinks that he's drifted off to dreamland, when he's murmured softly and tentaively some ridiculous babble into Miyuki's ear and gotten no response, the touching would begin. It's actually odd if Miyuki thought deeply about it. Weapons didn't feel things like humans did. Eijun himself had proven it, bending his body into ridiculous ways that would kill any normal boy like him. He wasn't sure they were capable of sensation either. Despite that, Eijun had a fascination with touching Miyuki, with brushing his soft soft hands against Miyuki's face and jawline, with nuzzling his face into Miyuki's hair. He would make these cute content little noises that Miyuki never heard from him while he was awake: soft little giggles, quiet humming, whispers of half words half ki radiation. Miyuki relished the attention. Tonight was no different. No sooner than the mercenary had begun to breathe evenly, Eijun began to play with Miyuki's hair, combing through with his fingers, pausing now and again to pick at little snags that Miyuki often got when he went to bed with damp hair. That didn't deter the little weapon at all, and he spent the first half hour combing through the strands with his warm fingers and humming beneath his breath. Miyuki let his lips quirk up in a smile his weapon couldn't see as he enjoyed the pampering. He groaned low and deep in his throat, still soft enough to be convincingly sleepy. Eijun froze for a second, cute, so cute. The little weapon sighed and Miyuki could almsot feel the smile on his lips. Eijun began to plant little brief kisses along Miyuki's neck and shoulder, exposed by the sleeping yukata that had gotten loose during all the cuddling. Now that was just unfair. Miyuki pulled the little weapon even closer and began to skim his fingertips, feather light over every bit of EIjun he could reach, relishing the way he squirmed in his arms. "You," the little weapon hissed accusingly, "You're awake aren't you?" Miyuki laughed softly, tightening his grip as Eijun tried to squirm away, eyes flickering like fireflies in the darkness. "Aaaaaw, why so shy now Ei-jun. You were so gentle with me just now." "I'm not SHY!" Eijun protested and struggled until Miyuki's hold was just loose enough for him to around. "You're imagining things, Miyuki Kazuya!" "Hm...maybe," Miyuki whispered. He rested his chin on Eijun's shoulder and opened his heart. Eijun stiffened in his arms and Miyuki knew he could feel the impending connection. So, he tried not to push, tried to be patient. One. Two. Three. Eijun's presense brushed against his, tugging at his ki stores, a feeling that had become comforting instead of alarming over the years. And he was flooded by a feeling so sweet and warm it ached, that could dredge tears from him if he allowed, that made his head spin no matter how many times he submerged his senses in it. As the tide washed over him, it churned and melded with his own desire that corrupted it into a sultry suffocating heat. Eijun presses back into him cranes his neck to glance back at Miyuki probably dizzy with that same heat. Miyuki meets him half way, capturing him in a kiss that smelled of the warm honeyed wine and fragrant bread that clung to him from the inn's dining hall. Eijun sighed, opening his petal soft lips for Miyuki to explore. Eijun's mouth was inhumanly warm and dry, funny how he'd gotten used to that too though it hardly stopped him from eagerly coating the silky insides of that mouth with his own saliva, twining his tongue with the one he knew Eijun had copied from kissing him over and over again since that sweet summer afternoon. His little weapon whimpered. Miyuki smiled into the kiss and rolled his hips against the crevice between Eijun's thighs. Electric pleasure sparked in his system and the boy in his arms gasped and shivered. Miyuki couldn't help a smile, knowing that it was his pleasure that Eijun was feeling. He did it again and again and again until Eijun was curcled in on himself with a hand pressed hard to his pretty little mouth. Miyuki happily took advantage of the extra room to nuzzle the back of eijuns neck and into his feathery hair. "Eijun," he said, "disrobe for me?" Realistically, he knew that everything from the cute little jinbei to the enticing knee high tabi socks were all made of ki and as much a part of his weapon's corporeal body as his immitation skin and muscle. As he watched the fabric dissolve into light and fade away however, he knew it was different. Somehow seeing the expanse of bare skin before his eyes made their touching all the more intimate. He propped himself up over Eijun's slender sun kissed body, using one hand to guide the little weapon to face him. Eijun really was gorgeous and for a minute Miyuki both rejoiced and mourned that for all the time they've shared and treasured together, the furrows in his brows would never turn into laugh lines, his cheeks would never hollow out. Eijun distracted him with a kiss, sad and wistful, but oddly content. Miyuki let him, using the time to reach for the small wooden bottle of scented oil he usually kept on hand. The delicate smell of spider lilies and pine wood drifted over them as he opened the bottle and poured a little on his palm. He clasped his hand with one of Eijun's, rubbing until both their hands were coated and led that petal soft hand to wrap around his throbbing member. He began to rock them together, slowly at first, savoring the contrast between his lover's soft silky touch and his own callused fingers on his cock. Eijun whimpered, each shock of pleasure infecting his thoughts through their shared connection. Miyuki could feel it too as he slowly lost it, radiating everything back at Miyuki at full force on top of everything else. Each synchronized stroke, each desperate thrust only added to that feedback cycle of euphoria until neither of them were lucid anymore. Eijun cried, an angelic note that has high and keen and so unbelievably pure as Miyuki rutted into him, assaulting him with a pleasure of a different degree than weapons were ever meant to feel. Miyuki could hear, could feel the moment his beloved little soldier boy had been thoroughly corrupted. And that, more than anything, was what broke him. He came with a snarl, crushing Eijun's body to his until he could hear his own pulse in the boy's throat, feel his own heartbeat in the boy's chest. Until Eijun scream, lovely and fragmented and so so thoroughly fucked in his ear. I love you I love you I love you It crushed him. It always took them a little while to recover, clinging together as they shivered off their pleasure. "Miyuki Kazuya," the little weapon whimpered, all soft and quiet in the back of his throat. Miyuki would smile if he could, but dazed and tired, he only shushed the little weapon and pulled him back into his arms. It was soft and warm and perfect. "I love you too." Chapter End Notes I almost feel weird that this one is a lot less dirty than the others lol. I really can't think of how else they might have sex though. Makes you wonder if there were any odd incidents when Ei-chan was taking care of his kids through their experimental teen years LOL. ***** Yes your shittyness ***** Chapter Summary because I am super non committal about alpha/beta/omega mechanics but wanted to write one where normal people have to deal with the situation. or breaking Kuramochi...kinda It's probably worrying how often Kuramochi wants to strangle his king, considering the whole Chief of the Royal Guard gig he's got going on. "Pardon, you majesty?" "You are duly pardoned." The king grinned back at him. Kuramochi glanced behind him to check that the thick oaken doors were firmly and securely locked before glaring at his bespectacled liege. "Alright you glasses bastard, let me get this straight. You want ME to come to YOUR chambers tonight, and fuck YOUR bride, so YOU can watch." "Yup." "Miyuki?" "Yes?" "You are a sick twisted individual and gravely worry for the future of our glorious nation." "Nyahaha, thank you!" "That's not a compliment!" :.:.: Kuramochi sighed as he shed his usual royal guard uniform and slipped into much darker closer fitting clothes that would let him blend into the dark corners of the castle. What people didn't know, they can't gossip about. It was child's play practically to scale the walls from the knights quarters to the royal quarters unseen. And it gave him plenty of time to think. He didn't dislike Miyuki's blushing bride of one year. Hell anyone with any kind of sex drive at all wouldn't mind an eyeful the sinous cat-like body of the young prince of Akagi. At the best of times, Eijun of Akagi could be sensual beyond belief, a trophy of brilliant golden eyes and sun-kissed skin and lean slender frame on Miyuki's arm. If that was all it was he'd gladly take a tumble in the sheets with a gorgeous little thing like that, perverted childhood friend and liege watching or no. But Prince Eijun wasn't just another piece of arm jewelry for Miyuki. Kuramochi had seen him outside of his mysterious head dresses and veils, running through the garden chasing foxes and butterflies, talking to the lilies. And then Eijun was just a boy too young to be shouldering the fate of his nation on his shoulders, too honest for the dirty dirty game of court politics. And besides, Eijun loved Miyuki. How or why, Kuramochi wasn't sure. He didn't have the childhood with Miyuki that the guardsman did. He never fought along side Miyuki or cling to him through death. And yet he laughed and cried for Miyuki's sake. He looked at Miyuki with a gaze that sometimes left Kuramochi spine quivering to see it. And Miyuki responded. It was in the littlest ways. Assigning Kuramochi to guard him. Bringing back stories and interesting devices from his forays into foreign lands.Watching and teasing his sincere mercurial consort who loved him so sweetly. And it was that same consort Kuramochi would be fucking into the mattress tonight. Miyuki was waiting for him in the ante room. "Well?" Kuramochi scowled from the doorway. Miyuki only chuckled and handed him a vial of clear liquid. "Give that a taste first." And a taste it was, barely a mouthful, only faintly sweet like flower nectar, but oddly thicker than the watery nectar they chewed on flowers for as children. It had a peculiar warming effect tht settle into the pit of his stomach. He followed Miyuki cautiously into the bed chambers. And then he saw a sight that would be burned into his memory forever, EIjun of Akagi spread out over silken sheets skin flushed anddecorated with love bites, cock dripping onto the bedspread. The heat in his stomach flared to life, and it took every ounce of Kuramochi's knight training to not run over and force himself between those silky thighs and rut himself to completion. The potion Miyuki had given him suddenly felt heady in his mouth. "What the hell..." "Pretty, isn't he?" Miyuki breathed more than said into his ear. "Go on." His control snapped and in about a second he was on top of Eijun running hands, lips, tongue over every inch of skin he could reach. Eijun keened beneath him, a sensual sound that forced it's way throughKuramochi's head and drove him even crazier. He was about to sink his teeth into that lovely lovely skin, to add to the weath of stunning flowers that bloomed over Eijun's body, when someone grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back hard. "Oi," his king reprimanded sharply from behind him, "easy there Mochi. you've got all night." "Miyuki?" And if anything it was Eijun's soft inquiry for the other man that calmed him down, soft fading voice dragging him forcibly back to consciousness. That's right, Eijun belongs to Miyuki. Kuramochi was only allowed to do this by Miyuki's permission. He could only grit his teeth as Miyuki made his way out from behind him to answer Eijun's call. He watched as the royal couple shared a soft languid kiss. "Sorry about that, Mochi," Miyuki apologized, a little more even tempered, "but no breaking skin...not during mating season." ...oh. "Yeah, oh." Miyuki chuckled, "turns out, Akagi wasn't kidding when they claimed cat ancestry. And this little kitten," Miyuki stroked a hand down his body, a touched Eijun arched desperatey into, "was more of a kitten than we gave him credit for." "So what you're saying is..." "...Please." The same sensual voice that had called him back from the bewitching haze pushed him into it again. "Kuramochi-san, help me." With a growl, he nodded. And he completely lost track of himself. There was something soft and wet, perfect around his dick. Soft kisses and flesh taking over his mouth. Petal soft slender fingers digging into his hair, leathery sword callused digits rubbing at his nipples til they hurt, teeth nipping sharply at his ears. Eijun's keening honey sweet voice, begging for more, faster, please in one breath, whimpering no, he can't, too much in the next. And Miyuki, amused and infuriating, telling just how exactly the beautiful body bellow him was falling apart. He lost track of how much he came, maybe five times maybe eight, maintained by the potion he was sure until he was well and thoroughly milked dry, collapsing over the sheets next to a lithe shivering body that was well and thoroughly drenched with cum, his hole stuffed so full it overflowed and his stomach and chest dripping with white. And yet... Kuramochi's eyes found the delicate curve of the boy's cock, hard again, though Eijun had had at least twice as many orgasms as he'd had, assaulted by both Kuramochi and Miyuki fucking him delirious and teasing his body til he cried. Kuramochi groaned and slid his eyes towards his king, only now seeing the tired lines on his face and then suddenly Miyuki's dead week last year made a disturbing amount of sense. ...Oh. Miyuki laughed soft and gravelly at him, before fetching another glass bottle off the bedstand and downing it in one gulp. "You seemed to have calmed down a bit," Miyuki purred to his sex kitten, fucking literally apparently. Eijun only mewed softly in reply. Kuramochi was really sure if that was true or not, but since the young prince wasn't begging for release anymore he could only assume. "Why don't you help Mochi relax a bit before my dose kicks in." Kuramochi moaned softly as Eijun crawled over to him, the sways and dips of his feline movement wreaking havoc on Kuramochi's sense even when he couldn't muster the energy to become aroused anymore. God what could they possibly do now? He wasn't expecting the nuzzling. The soft little tongue lapping at the sweat on his brow, the face tucking itself into the crook of his neck, the gentle hands soothing over his skin in relaxed circles rubbing the smell of cum and Eijun himself into his body. It was still sexy has hell by god, but it soothed him down to where he could breathe easily again. When Miyuki's heavy growling chuckles, rough with chemically induced lust distracted Eijun away, Kuramochi was mostly recovered. And then Miyuki's powerful hands flipped him over on all fours. Kuramochi growled turning to bat his shitty best friend away when he caught a glimpse of EIjun's face again, blushing and utterly fascinated. ...and he couldn't say no. "I'm blaming you for this," he grumbled at Miyuki. "The hell did you put into his head?" "Oh something you'll like." "As if I can trust you!" "Haha, don't worry," Miyuki promised with a smirk, "It's nothing too strenuous." Well Kuramochi was too tired to protest further, so he obeyed his king and bent over bracing himself on shaking elbows to keep himself up. He sucked in a breath when slender fingers braced against his ass cheeks and spread them. The something soft and wet, something remarkably like a tongue pressed against his puckered entrance. He groaned, sparing a glance back to where his king was coaching EIjun through the motions. He couldn't even be angry because this was probably all his body could take right now, tired as he was. Kuramochi gasped when lips fluttered and teeth grazed against his sensitive ring of muscle when Eijun whimpered. The tongue worked agaist his asshole in circles pressing insistently until the ring slowly gave way, thumbs occasionally pressing in to spread him even further apart. And he had to admit, the softer, almost random shocks of pleasure was nice after having his nerves burnt away before. To an extent, he could even feel Eijun getting more and more turned on pressing more insistently against him until his tongue fully entered Kuramochi and began searching, licking deeper and deeper into Kuramochi's body and oh he could get used to this. And miyuki was probably fucking his perfect pliant little asshole again because his tongue swipes were getting rougher and fingers were pressing in too now, digging more and more into him. And then they found his sweet spot, sending electricity through his body that he was too weary to respond to, and all he could do was busy his face into his forearms and let them wash over him as Eijun curled that clever tongue of his over them again and again and again, building the pleasure up slowly, at times digging his teeth against Kuramochi's rim until it drove him mad with the dull aching pleasure that was simply not enough. And then it stopped because Eijun collapsed into a crying moaning mess under the pump and drag of Miyuki's cock, his slender body arching up to get as close as possible to Miyuki's broad warrior frame. The sight was betwitching, and only made his aching hole want them, both of them, that much harder. As if he could feel Kuramochi's gaze, the king looked up at his friend...and beckoned him over. Shakily, Kuramochi crawled over, bleary-eyed, but perhaps some remnant of the aphrodisiac still lingered in his blood, moving him forward. He settled himself next to Eijun tugging Miyuki from the young prince's lips in order to claim them himself. Then he let his hands wander down to where Eijun's perfect little hole was being fucked so violently, coated his fingers in Miyuki's seed and Eijun's essence and wandered down to his own fluttering entrance and pressed inside, striking up a rhythm in time with the way Eijun's tongue danced with his. He fucked himself to oblivion half enveloped by the happy couple. :.:.: His body was aching and sore once he woke up still pillowed on Eijun's chest. The young prince in question had, at some point, fallen asleep finally sated. From his other side, the king chuckled tiredly at his head of guard. Without his wire rimmed spectables, Miyuki looked younger, softer. "Did you know about this when you chose him?" "He might have mentioned his cycles can get pretty bad," Miyuki admitted. "I thought I could handle it." "Goddamn it, Miyuki." Kuramochi muttered under his breath. When Miyuki didn't reply he laid his head back down and was about to go back to sleep when he heard a soft whisper. "I didn't choose him, you know...he chose me." Kuramochi snorted. "Never had a chance did you?" Nope, they never did. ***** Pretty ***** Chapter Summary Miyuki well he WAS making sure Eijun was bathing properly after a long game. Also because I'm too late for Valentine's Day He never openly praises Eijun on the baseball field. Never calls across the bull pen "Nice Ball" or cheer the younger player on from the dug out. Even when the first string swarms the little idiot with head pats and friendly ribs, even when their pro team descends with hair ruffles and offers of free drinks, Miyuki Kazuya stays on the sidelines, never breathing a word of congratulations. He praises instead in an arm slung across slim pitchers shoulders, in damning little half-insults, in hands braced at the small of a strong steady back on which the team's future rested. And he thinks Eijun gets it. Thinks, hopes, that after all these years Eijun understands him on the diamond, understand that Miyuki trusts him more than anything, understands that he doesn't praise Eijun not because Miyuki doesn't think that Eijun isn't living up to his expectations, but because he expects the world of him. Because how far they can go, how high they can reach, is limitless. Telling him that though is hard, and more than once Miyuki cursed himself inside for not being able to form the words even though he knows exactly what he wants to say. He makes it up to Eijun in the bedroom. Or bathroom as the case may be. "You looked good out there today," Miyuki coos softly into a burning red ear. Eijun moans. He's scratching at smooth tiles in the showers, stuck on a cock, long after the game ended when he should have been home and cuddling up in a blanket with his sappy shoujou manga. Instead, he's getting fucked senseless because he had been wonderful today, pitching a near perfect game, and unfairly taunting Miyuki with his beautiful grandiose form and slender flexible enticing physique. "I wanted to pin you down, right there on the mound. Show the world how pretty the Nagano Nekomata can really be." He whispers, purrs into Eijun's skin so that he feels it. The younger boy arches, skin sliding against skin. He's near crying, looking up at Miyuki with tears beading in those burning golden eyes and he tightens with a ripple of muscle. Miyuki hisses, a thin layer of Bodyglide not nearly enough to shield against the friction inside a body infused with heat and sun and summer. He hides it by pressing their lips together, by promising half delirious between deep breathy kisses that he'll fuck Eijun right there on the mound next time. Spread his lean and sinewy body across the evening news and open up his cute little asshole for the cameras. Make the whole world jealous. He had such a pretty pretty little pitcher. So perfect. So obedient. Yes he's such a good boy for Miyuki. "No," Eijun whimpers, "No...senpai." And it does things to him, that word. It sinks into his skin and clouds his head and makes everything that much hotter. Eijun probably knows but maybe not because if he asked Miyuki for everything like that - all shivery and breathles, his tone sugar sweet - then Miyuki would never refuse him anything ever again. "I...no..." And he's so red, cheeks flushing brighter than any flower Miyuki's ever laid eyes on. "...only senpai." Miyuki stops. "Say that again?"He whispers, begs. "I...only want senpai to see me." Miyuki breathes again. He says ok and kisses Eijun, a soft chaste fitting of their mouths together, such a startling contrast to their filthy embrace. He stops thrusting, instead cradling Eijun's shivering body to his. His lips wander, finding the soft hollows of a throat, dips in a collarbone, dusky pert little nipples that he teases with tongue and teeth until they're as red as the rest of Eijun. "Senpai!" His pitcher cries, a pure angelic fucked out wail. "Senpai please...please move!...I can't..." But how could he? He had so much to attend to, so much to lavish, to worship. He lets a hand wander to down to curl around Eijun's hard cock pressed against his stomach. He strokes it slowly, using a thumb to press slow gentle circles into the weeping cockhead. It would have to do for now. He takes his time. He winds them down, kisses and strokes and explores until Eijun's forgotten how to talk and the only sounds falling from his lips are these lovely broken moans. Miyuki's not done. Given the option, he would never be done if he could help it, but he's satisfied. And Eijun's been so good for him. He deserves a reward. Miyuki's going to take care of everything. Eijun's going to be boneless after this. He's going to be open and gaping and the most beautiful thing in the world. And he was, a beautiful cum stained, summer soaked angel spread golden across the shower room tiles. Miyuki kisses his pitcher, and he thinks, he hopes Eijun understands. ***** Wasting Wishes ***** Chapter Summary Soooooo.... I wanted to get this out in time for Myusawa week....needless to say that didn't happen. In which sex convinces people to do really stupid things. In the dark of night, waves of volatile red and blue magic splashed across the air, intermingling into an intense oppressive violet. On either side was a madman, one by nature, one by design. On the nearby roof, Miyuki Kazuya turned around and made his way towards the stairs. He'd seen all he needed to. "Archer, let's go, we've got no more business here." "But!" Archer shimmered into view behind him, a young man wrapped in braided reed armor and poppy yellow silk.  "Miyuki! You're the one who said we should help Harucchi and Onii-san! Why are we pulling back? If we intervene here, they might be nicer when we bring up working together!" Miyuki quirked an eyebrow at his servant. Archer stared back at him with burning eyes and a stubborn quivering mouth. He smiled tired and indulgent. "If you wanna go down there and get roped into whatever Caster's got set up, I'm not going to stop you. But I get to laugh when you come home." And he did in fact laugh when Archer limped back to his apartment, dangerously low on mana with his hair all ruffled and his robes torn. "Shut up!" Archer wailed at him! "Stop Laughing Miyuki Kazuya! Onii-san said I helped!" "Yes, yes," Miyuki chucked, "I'm sure he found the moral support useful." "I WAS NOT MORAL SUPPORT!" Despite barely being able to hold himself upright, Archer still managed to drag himself over to the couch and curl his fingers into the collar of Miyuki's shirt. "Well I mean, I was, but I did stuff! I held off Sanada while Onii-san took care of Berserker!" "Oh? Yes, I see, you did a fabulous job holding off an ordinary human being!" "I...you!!" Miyuki's disdraught servant gaped at him like a fish, sending Miyuki into a new peal of laughter. Grumpily Archer punched him in the sides, normally, that punch should have sent the irreverent mage flying across the room. Miyuki barely felt it. "You suck, Miyuki Kazuya." He turned around on the couch and pointedly tucked himself pointedly away into a grumbling ball of resentment. After letting his silly servant stew for a while, Miyuki crawled over and poked the fuming boy. "Now now, don't be like that," he cooed, "tell master, what's wrong." Archer huffed at him, and Miyuki could almost see the stubborn pout. "Eeeeeeijuuuun," Miyuki made sure to stretch out the syllables of the servant's preferred name. Though he'd been a once a general, once a king, and once the lover of a god, some thousands of years ago, he was surprisingly childish and weak to things like childhood pet names and proper manners. After a few minutes of prodding, Eijun finally turned around, with his lips still pulled down. "It was enough for Onii-san," Eijun grumbled at him. "He accepted my aid...and agreed to work with us if we wanted." Miyuki blinked. "Huh, well I'll be." He’d thought it would take more convincing. The Kominato were an old proud family, and the 19th head, Kominato Haruichi, was said to be a genius beyond compare. He'd dealt with those types aplenty at Clock Tower. Even if the benefits were undeniable there should have been a lot more bargaining than one battle's worth of questionable service. "I guess they liked you." "You think?" Eijun perked up almost immediately, any pretenses of sulking falling away. "Harucchi would be a great ally! He really strong and super friendly. You should learn from him Miyuki Kazuya!" "Yes, yes, I'll try my very best to pry for Kominato family secrets," Miyuki said patting his servant a little harder than maybe he should have on the head. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! WHY ARE YOU SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON!?" Eijun screeched like an angry cat. "It's not like you need them anyways. Don't discredit your own magic like that; you're already strong!" "Oh? What is this rare praise that I hear?" Miyuki said, drawled suggestively. If it felt a little cold and slimy hanging in the air like a vicious miasma, Eijun didn't seem to notice. "At least I give praise where people deserve it, unlike you!" Eijun looked at him again, burning eyes and sharp scowl that looked odd on his round baby face. "But that's not the point. You shouldn't disrespect the magic you spent so many year devoted to. You wouldn't have chosen it if it didn't make you strong." And it's scary really, how quickly the tension, the defensiveness, bleeds out of him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, Miyuki is low key terrified that he actually wants to accept his servant's words at face value. It would be so easy. It matched up exactly with his life philosophy. Fuck all the paranoia and zen drivel of his Shinto past trying to come after him. Fuck all the naysayers and the "averagists" at Clock Tower who sneered at him for being a first generation mage. But, Archer wanted the grail too. He had vested interest in Miyuki being confident. And despite the servant's general openness and shows of melodrama, there was a rift between them across which Miyuki couldn't read him. There was no way a hero this unassuming exists...not even in the age of myth. "...say that when you can shoot more than 10 mana arrows a day." He says, oddly weary. Nevertheless his smirk dwindles down anyways, grows soft at the corners of his eyes and mouth until it feels strange on his face. "Anyways, let's feed you what we can. If you would only take from the temple like I set up..." He laughs at the way Eijun's squawk in protest, looking at Miyuki like he'd just grown an second head. "I'm not going to take advantage of people's faith!" And he sounded so, so offended. But no slender hands pushed him away when Miyuki leaned forward. He even responded, nuzzling into the junction of Miyuki's neck just beneath his chin. "Stupid Miyuki Kazuya." "Yes, yes." Miyuki chuckled. That weird softness had even infected his voice.  There was a certain calmness to their mana transfers that Miyuki hadn't expected. He'd though, for a servant, it would be more or less business-like, for a former emperor it may even have been fun. Eijun though lavished him with gentle petting, fingers and lips massaging away any stressful knots of muscle and making Miyuki's body melt against his will.  All the while, he ground himself down slowly over Miyuki's lap until the heat sneak into him, soaks into his body, weirdly comfortable and far removed from the quick frenetic rutting he'd experimented with briefly as a student. If he wanted to, he could - and in fact, on a couple of occasions did - lie back and let Eijun pleasure him. Tonight though, he let his hands wander over pretty sun-kissed skin and sleek muscle, surprisingly firm for a body this lean. Eijun hummed his approval, ghosting his lips over the shell of Miyuki's ears in a way that made shivers run down his spine. Teasing fingers picked at the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them, drawing lazy patterns on Miyuki's skin as he worked. The smooth silk slid off his body like water with the slightest tug, and he fluttered his long dark lashes coyly as he leaned back just enough so Miyuki could see every smooth dip and plane of his body. He moaned sweet and inviting as rolled his body, a motion that began from his shoulders, ambled down his spin, and ended with his hips, Lord of Bounty indeed. Miyuki matched his groan appreciatively, grabbing a handful of pretty ass and guided those hips down on himself again. His other hand felt around the couch until he found the bottle of lotion stashed there. He was wondering how he'd turn the cap one-handed when Eijun fished it dainty out of his fingers, unscrewing the bottle and pouring a generous amount on his own hands, some of which he then worked into Miyuki's. "Oh? Why thank you, how nice of you?" Miyuki half chuckled half cooed low in his throat; and did he imagining that or did Eijun rut down harder just from his voice? "Any time." The servant said in a tone that might have been flippant if it wasn't so rough and breathy. Miyuki smirked as he trailed his hand down the sensual curve of Eijun's ass to his tight pink entrance. He pressed one finger in, sliding almost past the ring of muscle, feeling Eijun tense around his finger for a heartbeat, accompanied by a fluttering gasp, before easily accepting the breach. The archer's slender hands, still covered in that same lotion, started massaging the herbal cream into his neck and chest. The magical properties of the herbs went to work almost immediately both soothing and warming as they sank deliciously into his body. How did Eijun feel with them coating his sensitive inner walls? He pressed another finger inside, curling against the warm slick walls, searching. Two weeks, between all his preparations, had not been enough time for Miyuki to learn his new bedmate's body. "Tsk, tsk," a wet tongue clicked, hot and wet, by his ear. "Slow down, Miyuki Kazuya. You have to enjoy love making. That's the whole point." "Really, and here I thought you needed to heal." Miyuki chuckled when Eijun huffed softly and covered Miyuki's lips with his own. He licked into Miyuki's mouth, still slow and sedate, but also teasing the sensitive insides of his cheeks. Two other fingers pressed inside Eijun alongside his own. They tangled with his, showing him where he was needed, but also slowing him down. "Looks like I have to teach you again," the servant murmured into their kiss. He pulled both their fingers out and pressed Miyuki down on the sofa. "Stay still," he demanded, "this can get a little precarious." Before Miyuki could ask, the servant had gotten up, and pulled his legs impossibly open. Looking entirely too proud of himself, Eijun planted one ankle right by Miyuki's head one between his legs and slowly lowered himself until he was just in position to be guided down on Miyuki's cock. Miyuki obliged thrusting into the warm tight cavern even as his head blanked out. “Perks of being a h-heroic spirit, huh?” he groaned, sounding more shivery and a lot less confident than he would have liked. Eijun’s smiled was absolutely dangerous. “Silly Miyuki, I’ve been doing this since I came back from the ocean,” the archer purred into his ear. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll show you what else I can do.” Well fuck. It was tight and hot, slick and tingling with the magical herbs. Miyuki gritted his teeth. His body bucked up into the tight warm heat without control. And yet…it wasn’t enough. Those long slender legs, surprisingly strong, kept him pinned to the sofa. He had to leverage, no way to seize Eijun’s ass and pound into it until his cheeky (sexy, lovely, pretty, so pretty) servant cried. Miyuki was forced down into a desperate but shallow grind that teased but never delivered. It wasn’t enough. Above him, Eijun writhed, bending over Miyuki with his liquid muscle and rubber bone. His golden eyes were half lidded, but bright. His bruised lips were wrapped around the sweetest, filthiest little moans Miyuki had ever heard. And Miyuki touched, pinched at erect nipples until they were red, stroking the slim, almost graceful curve of Eijun’s dick and the pink swollen head that crowned it. And it wasn’t enough! His orgasm was dragged out of him, strangled and unsatisfying, only leaving him more turned on and sensitive. He growled, bit Eijun viciously when the servant leaned down for a kiss. Eijun laughed into his mouth. “You’re still so hard, Miyuki.” The little demon giggled inside his ear. “You’re stretching me all out, and you still want more. Who said I was the greedy one?” Miyuki hissed. “Alright.” And then Eijun lifted himself up and off of Miyuki, swinging his legs back over. Oh no, he wasn’t leaving like that. Miyuki snapped up, grabbed Eijun by the hand and dragged him back. He pulled those strong smooth thighs around his hips again and devoured those petal-soft as he stuffed his dick back inside the smaller man. Eijun cried, bending back so far he nearly double on himself. Miyuki followed, one arm keeping their bodies bracketed together, the other reaching down and shoved two rough fingers at the wet, loose little asshole already wrapped around his cock to make Eijun cry louder. He fucked out the cries until they became mews. fucked out the mews until they became whimpers. At some point Eijun had climaxed and now he was so tight and hot and good. Miyuki’s orgasm shattered out of him. It tore through his nerves and left him breathless. He crumpled into Eijun, burying himself into skin that smelled like summer straw. When he came to, with was to gentle fingers carding through his hair and soft nuzzling at his temple. Everything in his body felt loose warm and comfortable in a way he’s pretty sure has never happened before. In his ear, Eijun giggled again, but it was a bright relaxing sound like the happy chatter of idle crickets. Miyuki was only all too content to shift to a more comfortable position soak in the lazy warmth. He should probably get up and get to work soon. … Nah. “I told you it feels better when you take it slow,” Eijun said smugly, brushing a soft kiss onto his brow. “I always take care of my lovers, Miyuki Kazuya.” “Ah, all I’ve ever aspired to be, some dead king’s pampered bedmate.” Miyuki couldn’t help a sedate chuckle as Eijun pulled his hair lightly in retaliation. “I’ll have you know that you’re very lucky. Two and a half thousand years ago, you wouldn’t have made it.” Eijun released his hair to entwine it with Miyuki’s hand that came to lazily bat him away. “Competition was fierce.” “Oh I’m sure it was.” Miyuki stirred when Eijun nuzzled into his palm too, ghosting his lips over the roots of his fingers, but quickly settled back down. He was starting to get used to how weirdly tactile Eijun was after sex. “But I’m sure I could have come up with some little toy or other you’d chase after.” “Ha, you act like I’ve never mages.” Eijun scoffed softly at him. “Maybe, but none of them were me.” Miyuki smiled as he snuggled deeper into the rumbles of laughter that shook Eijun’s chest. “Of course not! The cosmos would have collapsed if it had to deal with two Miyuki Kazuyas.” Well, he’s not wrong.     Miyuki stared coldly up at the sludge spilling seat of the grail. He should be disgusted he thought, by the mana that had gathered so thick it became solid. On Kominato’s signal he ran circling to the far side flanked by the two clay homunculi he had left. The pink-haired mage and his Caster had their hands full with Sanada’s wild Berserker, so it was up to Miyuki to distract Sanada. They were similar, the two, mages with no name and lineage, forging a head on the sheer force of their own arrogance and very particular very specific skill sets. Sanada’s wooden bokken glowed blue as it sliced through one of his precious homonucli. Miyuki cursed, narrowly dodging the blow and commanding his only remaining doll to scoop him up out of harm’s way. He had to last. Sanada was starting to tire. He would run out of mana soon. Unlike Miyuki who religiously leeched his body of precious energy every day into other vessels, Sanada didn’t seem to carry any back-up. Behind them a sharp distressed cry. “RAICHI!” Sanada bellowed. He immediately ran to where Berserker was howling. Miyuki bid his homunculus to follow. He got there just in time to see Berserker’s body dissipate. Sanada kept running, bokken charged and glowing. Caster, drained of mana, could only push his master away before being sliced clean through. It gave Miyuki and opening. Sanada fell to the ground, pierced through with a clay pike, mere seconds after the destroyed Caster. To the side amidst the rubble, Kominato Haruichi sat trembling. His arms were lacerated, his ankle bent at a sickening angle.  His hair was a mess, singled and matted with sweat and blood. “Miyuki-kun,” he gasped. Miyuki didn’t bat and eyelash as he commanded his homunculus to pull free from Sanada’s broken body. Miyuki stared him down. “I don’t suppose…you will be wishing for the root of all magic.” “Sorry Kominato,” Miyuki felt a sardonic smile twitch at the corner of his lips. “…I never thought it would be you,” the younger boy said softly, leaning back against a broken wall. Misyuki shrugged and made his way back ot where the corrupted grail was vomiting darkness into the world.     Heed my words, my will creates your body (A lovely body as flexible as it is strong) Your sword creates my destiny (All of it, my past, my present and future, all irreparably changed by you) If you heed the Grail’s call (If you can hear me screaming) Then answer my summoning (Please, I need you. However hard I try, I can’t move on without you.) I hereby swear that I shall be all the good in the world That I shall defeat all the evil in the world (What is good or evil? All human desires are selfish. There is no shame in reveling in that limitless selfishness.) Seventh heaven clad in the great words of power Come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!   “I am the Lord of Bounty, servant in the class of Archer! I ask of thee magus, art thou my master?” Miyuki smiled up at the silk clad, golden-eyed boy and smiled. The servant blinked at him, owlishly once...twice...and then, almost involuntarily the corners of Archer's mouth also twitched upwards as if in an answering smile. “I am,” he said, “Miyuki Kazuya, it's nice to meet you, Hohodemi no Mikoto.” "Hm, so you knew already. Well met then, I suppose, Miyuki Kazuya."                 ***** Turntable ***** Chapter Summary In which the universe is flipped upside down or In which there are adorable kouhais "You!" Kuramochi Youichi growled as he grabbed his fellow first stringer by the collar. "What the FUCK did you say to Eijun-senpai?" He wanted to slap the bitter sardonic smile right off Miyuki's stupid face."Why do you assume it's my fault. Sawamura's not exactly hard to set off." "Because it ALWAYS your fault!" Kuramochi gave his quarry a nice shaking for good measure, "In case you've been living under a rock the past six months, news flash! You're his favorite catcher! The shit you say gets to him, stupid! So what was it?" The smaller catcher stayed silent leaving Kuramochi to gnash his teeth until he though they would crack. At least the infuriating grin had fallen of his face, becoming an ugly grimace as Miyuki looked away. "Why is it you?" Kuramochi sighed and let go of the other boy's collar. "I'm the good kouhai, why are you the one he thinks about all the time?" Miyuki just looked at him, the corners of his eyes and mouth so strained Kuramochi could see the tension just beneath his skin. "You're one to talk," the catcher huffed beneath his breath, "He actually likes you. I said...I said that there was no point. And it's true, we're not in sync anymore...He pitches better to Chris- to that first year - than he does to me right now. We're not really a batt-" "The hell you aren't!" Kuramochi spat bitterly, "He's out running every morning and night, studying game sheets til he's half blind..." He sees Miyuki avert his face, sees those eyes narrow behind his thick framed glasses and teeth did into his cracked lips. "You think he's doing all that for Takigawa?" "So why does he need me anymore?" Miyuki whispered so quietly Kuramochi wasn't sure he heard right. "What?" "He learned...he's still learning to game call from Okumura. His pitches are steady now, hell, you could catch for him if you wanted to," Miyuki said a little louder. His voice was quivering ever so slightly. Kuramochi could feel his own bottom lip tremble, and Miyuki's begging his occasional friend with his eyes and his voice and maybe if he hadn't spent the last year shoving his presence into room 5, Kuramochi might not have even noticed. Not quite sure what he was doing, the shortstop leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Miyuki shoulders. They were oddly slim for a catcher's. "Well that makes both of us doesn't it?" Kuramochi said grimly. They kiss and it's not particularly fun. They kiss and it's awkward and slippery and their teeth crashing together painfully. They kiss and it makes Kuramochi want to punch someone, but it takes the edge of the bitterness. The perfect battery made up again. Kuramochi saw them behind the equipment shed heads together talking in low whispers. The longer they talked the more Eijun- senpai relaxed, and tension drained from the older boy's shoulders. He left when Eijun-senpai grabbed one of Miyuki's shoulders and dragged him in for a hug, his taller form curling over Miyuki's body like a shield. Miyuki got a lot less nasty personally. Maybe having an outlet helped him some. It helped Kuramochi a lot. Fooling around with Eijun-senpai got less difficult especially as the atmosphere began to relax around the older boy, and Eijun- senpai started laughing like his old self again. They met as often as they could, in empty classrooms and behind the equipment shed, sucking face like they were breathing each other in. Kuramochi barged into Miyuki's room often after Miyuki's single freshman roomate was either threatened or bribed to stay away, under pretense of homework or games. They put on a video, some musics just about anything to cover the noises. They first touched in Miyuki's room where Kuramochi learned that Miyuki liked it slow, liked having his cock teased until his perfect perfect nails are digging into the bedframe, the sheets, Kuramochi. He also learned that Miyuki's mouth was good for something other than left-handed comments and damning faint praises. Oddly enough it wasn't where they fucked for the first time. That was in the indoor training facility one late spring night. Kuramochi had been putting away his bat to head back. He found Miyuki tucked into lee side of the build just out of sight of people heading back to bed, forehead rest against the rough concrete wall. "Hey." "Hey." Because no one was looking they kissed. Miyuki siezed a handful of Kuramochi's hair and pulled him in. They kissed like they were dying. "What was it?" Kuramochi asked between kisses. "Summer," Miyuki said and wouldn't say anymore. They'd both been planning for it in their own way. Kuramochi had bit the bullet and picked up a box of condoms that he stuffed in the bottomless hell he called his locker. Miyuki had the same plus a bottle of lubricant, ordered online and perfectly incospicuous nestled at the bottom of his sock drawer. All that flew out the window and their first time was sprawled over one of the foam mats in the weight room, with nothing but Vaseline to ease the slide. Miyuki shook under him, silent but for the little gasps escaping from the teeth digging into Kuramochi's shoulder. Kuramochi gritted his teeth and tried to remember how it worked slowly pressing Miyuki's tight unbelievably tight body open. Kuramochi was up to three fingers and probably way too much Vaseline when he heard a fluttering breathless cry. "You ok?" He asked. "Yeah...yeah," Miyuki groaned, "again." He crooked his fingers, twisted them into the same spot. Miyuki damn near clawed his back open. Every brush of fingers caused a new red welt own Kuramochi's skin until he was sure he would start bleeding at any moment. He entered into heat, suffocating, all encompassing heat. Miyuki whimpered beneath him. "Senpai," he calls. It's barely a whisper, but it's passionate and delirious and so so fucked out. "Senpai." Kuramochi understand's.  Lying there with closed eyes, washed in thin watery moonlight Miyuki is a real sight, kind of gloomy, kind of fragile, prettier than any boy in age had a right to be. It suited him, strangely, and something bloomed in Kuramochi's chest both warm and aching. If he were that type of guy, he might have cried. They kiss and it's terrible, but it comforts Miyuki enough that Kuramochi could start rocking their bodies together. They fuck and it's not particularly fun. But between the drag of Kuramochi's cock wrapped in Miyuki's velvet-soft ass, between Kuramochi's hand ghosting over Miyuki's half hard dick, teasing the sensitive head the way Miyuki liked it, it was enough. Miyuki whimpered into his mouth, oddly pretty. They came in quick succession of each other, one with a snarl and one with a gasp. It was enough. It had to be. Kuramochi quietly carried Miyuki back to his room that night and stayed over. He greets Eijun-senpai with a smile the next morning and tries not to be disappointed when the older boy doesn't ask where he'd been.         ***** Offhanded ***** Chapter Summary Sawamuraa really likes Miyuki's hands. Like seriously Reeeeeeeeeaaaaaaally likes them Eijun curls in on himself, feeling full and bloated in a way he's never felt before. Not when he's eaten himself into a food coma, not when he'd been pumped full of alcohol by evil senpai looking for a laugh. Not when he'd been locked in place by two cocks fucking him open. He whimpers. "Oh, you're really feeling it, aren't you?" Youichi jeers in his ear, low and rough around the edgeds, almost growling, and it crawls into his head and fogs it up even more. "And you're taking him so easy. How wrecked is that slutty little asshole? Can it even feel a normal cock any more? All loose and stretched open like that? " And god he doesn't even know anymore. He hadn't known he could be stretched that wide in the first place, but now that he is, it's impossible to imagine that he won't be open like this gaping and tender for the rest of his life. Kazuya hums behind him, just a little, just to remind Eijun that he's there as if he could actually be forgotten, and shifts a little, just a teeniest tiniest bit. Eijun howls. No! Dear god no! It's too much. He's gonna break. "Oh? You think so? Even though it's Miyuki's hand that you love so much? His catching hand?" Youichi reminds him sharply just as Kazuya twists his wrist and drags his callused fingers and along Eijun's sensitive inner walls and the bony part of his wrist passes right over the spot that makes the world so white and hazy. And he cries, he cries into Youichi's kisses that were half bites sinking sharply into his lips and tongue. He cries for Kazuya whose lips and teeth are digging into his spine while his hand was digging deeper into Eijun's body. And he could cum like this he thinks, just feeling his ass mold itself around Kazuya's strong warm immaculate fingers. Kazuya clearly doesn't think so. That catcher's hand slowly curls into a fist, pushes deeper, and Eiijun could feel his walls distending to match, to accomodate as he sobs into Youichi's waiting mouth. And they're always like this aren't they? Kazuya who's pushing him further, faster, always asking for more, in pitching (in bed) until pitching on call (becoming and off-season sex sleeve) feels natural and even when Eijun can't, he does because Kazuya is calling. And in the midst of too much stimulation, too much heart ache and desire, Youichi is grounding him and soothing over his raw, burnt-out nerves, pampering him, rough but soft so he doesn't actually pass out. Another twist. Another curse. Another scream. He loves it. And they know he loves it. So when he loses his voice, when he cums untouched with Youichi's gruff snickering in his ear and Miyuki's fist filling him to his stomach, he's satisfied in that soul-deep way that leaves you feeling boneless and just barely hanging on. "Fuck kid, look at you. All fucked out and pretty." He collapses into Youichi, who's rubbing his back soothingly, and moans again when Kazuya's fist uncurls slowly and withdraws, inch by beautifully aching inch. He could hear it too, the sloppy wet sounds of too much lube and the squeak of latex against his spasming hole when Kazuya finally pulls free. He could feel when those rough catchers fingers laid themselves on him again warm and dry and glove free. Tired, he turns over and his vision is swimming. Something drags another laugh out of Youichi, and he turns on instinct towards the warm sound. He's stopped by Kazuya's firm hand cradling his chin. His legs are spread apart again, tugged up until he's almost folded double over himself, trapped by Kazuya who is suddenly so close that Eijun think he can see every bead of sweat on his brow. He gasps at the familiar not familiar feeling of a cock pressing into him, probably the easiest slide either one of them as ever had. He whimpers. There's a hand in his hair raking over his scalp in just the right away and another hard cock pressed against his cheek. Kazuya is usually slow methodical but today he's pounding in and out at a brutal pace. In contrast Youichi fucking the hollow of his throat is almost teasing. It's all Eijun can do to lie back and take and take until he may or may not be drowning. Kazuya finishes buried into the crook of his neck and adding to the soppingg mess already leaking from his impossibly loose hole. Youichi finishes and somehow stains all of him with streaks of white. Eijun's pretty sure his body is pure jelly at this point. The sun hasn't even gone down yet. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!