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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Kuramochi_Youichi/Sawamura_Eijun, Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Kuramochi_Youichi, Sawamura_Eijun, Miyuki_Kazuya
  Additional Tags:
      Unrequited_Love, Love_Triangles, Voyeurism, Angst, Sexual_Content, Rough
      Sex, Unrequited_miyusawa_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-15 Words: 2060
****** The faster (A bizarre Love triangle) ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     About how Miyuki started eavesdropping Kuramochi and Sawamura while
     they had sex and he eventually became a third wheel.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“K-Kuramochi-senpai…”
“Shhh! Someone is going to hear us!”
Miyuki took a deep breath and let it out as quietly as he could. He wished he
could say one of the voices that were making all those wet noises belonged to
him, but he couldn’t. He was sitting on the toilet, hugging his legs, hiding.
The door was closed so he couldn’t watch but he heard everything. And, God,
those two were noisy for sure. And Miyuki didn't want to hear, at all. He could
have walked away before getting trapped, but his feet felt heavy on the floor
and he froze, ending up hiding on the toilet as a criminal afraid of
getting caught. But he wasn’t expecting them to do that. It’s the bathroom for
God’s sake, anyone could come in!
When did he start eavesdropping? Miyuki couldn’t tell. The first time was an
accident. He wanted to borrow a videogame from Kuramochi and before he could
knock the door he heardvoices. Dirty voices.At the beginning he thought it was
just a video Kuramochi borrowed from the upper classmates and was about to
enter and make fun of him for not controlling his impulses when they got a game
nex week... until he heard a second voice.
Eyes widening, he slowly realized there was a couple in there, both of them
familiar to him. He froze in front of the door, listening to the whole act
until the voices became rustles.
“Fuck!You are so tight-.”
Miyuki squeezed his eyes and trembled as he got goosebumps on his skin,
a sad smile cracked at his lips. It was ironic how it was always him, from all
the people, the one running into them while they were at it.
“So tight, Sawamura.”
===============================================================================
 
Sometimes he wondered why nobody realized what was going on between Kuramochi
and Sawamura.
Most of the team used to hang out on his room every Friday. Some of them would
play videogames while the rest chatted a little. Kuramochi and Haruichi would
kick everyone asses on a fighting game while the rest complained about the lack
of free time they got. That rutine was tiresome.
“Sawamura go get something to drink!” Kuramochi ordered, without taking his
eyes off the screen, fingers pressing the buttoms as the character on the tv
moved. Sawamura complained and Kuramochi quickly knocked him down, wrapping an
arm around his neck or twisting his arm as he cried out and asked him to leave
him alone. People around them would laugh, so used to the little act those two
played every time they were together.
They acted like always.
Maybe that’s why no one suspects.
“I’ll go with you.” Miyuki offered that time, getting on his feet as Kuramochi
went back to his place next to Haruichi.
“Eh? Why?”
“Come on! I already told you to learn to accept someone’s kindness.” Miyuki
teased, wrapping his arm around Sawamura’s neck and pulling him closer. When he
did that, he felt a heavy glance over him. He didn’t need to turn around to
know to whom it belonged.
===============================================================================
 Love and sex were two separate concepts; Miyuki knew that, he wasn’t a kid.
So at the beginning, he thought those two were goofing around, just,
experimenting as any healthy teenager. They spent a lot of time together when
they weren’t training or in classes, maybe one thing led to another and they
just went with the flow. If it wasn’t Sawamura, could be anyone, right?
Even so, he couldn’t ignore the spark on Sawamura’s eyes when they met
Kuramochi. That wasn’t the look of a hormonal teenager; there wasn’t lust or
desire on his gaze.

Sawamura liked Kuramochi. He liked him for real.
Miyuki was being witness of Sawamura’s very first love.
===============================================================================
There was one time when Miyuki end up actually looking at them.
Kuramochi’s hands slide under Sawamura’s shirt as the pitcher sunk his
fingers on the broad shoulders, crying out when a knee was pressed against his
groin. He parted his lips, breath caught on his throat as Kuramochi sank his
tongue inside his mouth; the kisses were deep and wet, much tongue and spit.
When they broke the kiss, there was a thread of saliva joining his mouths. They
would stare at each other, faces flushed and irregular breathing, as if there
wasn't another single human on that planet except for them. 
It was cheesy, ridiculously cheesy.
It was late and no one was supposed to be out of their rooms. They needed
proper sleep, but did those two sleep at all? Was it possible to share a room
with the person you fucked on a bathroom without doing it every night? Like,
why wouldn’t they? They had the room just for them and the bed was obviously
more comfortable than the cold dirty tiles of the boy's bathroom.
And why did they need to kiss behind the bullpen? Sure, no one could watch
them; and yeah, he understood they couldn’t do it all the time on the room
because Sawamura was really vocal during sex and people on the other rooms
could hear them.
But, why that place? It made Miyuki feel weird. Miyuki couldn’t give a name to
that. And by that he meant a feeling. He wasn’t good with them, especially with
putting names. The entire act just felt wrong.
Maybe because that place was suppose to belong to pitcher and catcher. That was
his place, both for him and Sawamura.
Kuramochi was the third wheel there.
===============================================================================
“Not s-so hard!”
Miyuki liked it when Sawamura cried loud, when he choked on his spit and
couldn’t articulate a single word. That's was the sex between those two: rough,
hard, almost animalistic. Sometimes, they didn't even took off all his clothes,
as if they were always runing out of time, almost desesperate to copulate. All
he could hear were the sound of hips rocking and wet skin sliding. The wet
noise of tongues and muffled voices.
Miyuki also liked it when Sawamura said “it hurt”, while being penetrated at
four legs. If Kuramochi hurt him that meant Sawamura wouldn’t let him fuck him
anymore.
That actually never happened.
===============================================================================
 There was a small, a really small, almost tiny possibility… that Sawamura’s
love was unrequited.
It made sense: Sawamura was a sentimental dork, passionate about baseball and
about everything in his life. Maybe what started as “casual sex” ended up
becoming “love”, that was understandable. If it was Sawamura, God, everything
was possible.
But what about Kuramochi?, Miyuki thought.
Kuramochi was… a real kind person. He was sensible and good at taking care of
others, always up to lend a helping hand or a sympathetic ear. He got a warm
heart depsite his rough calluses. So maybe, that was his way to take care of
Sawamura. He was just taking care of his kouhai after going through the bitter
experience of losing the final. And of course, he was a man, and if he could
help someone who opened his legs for him, he would do. 
Maybe Sawamura was in love and Kuramochi just horny.
It was a possibility.
===============================================================================
 Pillow talk was surrealistic. Miyuki never got to listen it on porn videos. It
was all raw sex, without real feelings.
“You got nice fingers.”
“...thanks.”
Their voices sounded tired, really tired. As if they had spent an
afternoon running and needed to catch their breaths. Sawamura almost sounded
aphonic. Though that wasn't weird at all: he was always vocal, and he had
been especially loud that night. His voice broke a couple of times before
passing out. 
“I like them.”
“Yeah?”
These are… the fingers of an ace.”
If Miyuki had to be honest, he never felt guilty about eavesdropping them while
they were having sex. But after that, the things they said to each other were
more personal than the act itself. The bile climbed through his throat, the
same strange feeling he felt when he saw them kissing behind the bullpen
bubbling inside his core.
Sawamura moaned. “Hey, don’t lick them…”
He couldn’t hear more after that.
===============================================================================
 “…I love you.”
Miyuki narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth, not a single word coming out.
How many times had he hear those words? Occasionally a girl from another class
would confess to him behind a leafy tree, as if she expected the landscape
would melt Miyuki's cold heart and he would give a positive answe to her
confession. It was pretty common for him to hear those words, he got used to
them; after a while, they ended up losing sense for him.
Ironically, that time those words weren’t addressed to his person.
His teammates would mess with him for being so popular all the time, especially
Kuramochi. Miyuki always thought he was probably jealous because nobody had
confessed to him.
…Until that moment.
“Sawamura-”
“D-Don’t have to answer.” Sawamura rustle, his legs tangled around Kuramochi’s
waist. His voice sounded like it was about to break, probably because Kuramochi
was stillinside him. “I… I just wanted to say it.”
Miyuki ran through his face, cleaning his forehead. That was the first time
Sawamura said it. Ah, then they were fuck buddies until now.
After hearing that, Kuramochi would stop moving, staring at a
flustered Sawamura. His face was burning red despite the furrowed brown. You,
idiot…”
Don’t say it.Miyuki begged mentally, regretting being there in that moment,
covering his ears as if it would make those two stop.
“I... I love you too.”
===============================================================================
 “I love you, I, lo-ah!-ve you, love yo--u, love-” Sawamura moaned, rolling his
eyes, sinking his nails on his lover’s back. Kuramochi groned on his ear and
rocked his hips harder, making Sawamura quiver and cry loud enough to wake up
an entire school.
At the beginning Kuramochi couldn’t move after hearing those words, completely
embarrassed for the overwhelming confession. After a while, it became a turn on
while doing it. At least that’s what Miyuki thought as he watched the video on
his phone.
His thumb caressed Sawamura’s blushed face on the screen. His voice coming out
as a prayer, his damp body trembling, toes curled, his hair sticking on his
forehead.  
He couldn't remember when he started recording that.
He neither couldn't remember when he started to masturbate while watching that
video.
===============================================================================
 Sometimes Miyuki thought he should call them out.
Confronting them, just saying “I know what you have been doing all this time.”
They couldn’t denied it, he even got everything record it. What would happen
then? That wouldn't be nice, it was supossed to be a secret, nobody was
supossed to know. But oh, he knew. And after getting caught, they would
definitely stop and he could…
Do what?
“Miyuki-senpai!”
Caramel eyes stared at him, curious and bright eyes, the same eyes he was used
to see blurrywith pleasure.
The mental imagine of Sawamura being fucked hit him and he couldn't help
to shook his head, trying to get rid of those images.
“What?”
“You are weird, are you ok?” Sawamura asked, cocking his head to the side.
Miyuki stared at him and snorted, then bending and holding his stomach as he
laughed. Sawamura blinked and looked at him, confused. 
“Ah~ are you worried about your senpai?" He shook his head, then covering his
mouth, faking a gentle voice That’s really kind~!”
Sawamura's face lit as a christmas tree and he swore there was steam coming out
his ears. He puffed his cheeks before shouting something about not caring at
all and then ran away. He stopped where the others were practicing fielding and
threw a glance at Kuramochi while he was talking with Haruichi. Kuramochi
probably felt he was looking at him and turned to Sawamura., their eyes
meeting. He scwoled, cheeks turning red, and asked what he was looking at
before chasing him to start with the usual bullying ritual. Sawamura struggled
and both of them end up on the rolling on the floor, all dirt and sweat,
laughing like idiots. 
Sometimes Miyuki thought he should call them out. But he couldn’t. He just
couldn’t do that to them. They just were so precious to him.
At least he could say, proudly, that Sawamura’s love for Kuramochi and
Kuramochi’s love for Sawamura were insignificant compared to his love for them.
Both of them.
The third wheel was the faster.
End Notes
     I wrote this a long time ago when I started practicing my english. I
     tried to fix it now.
     I wanted to play with the "unrequited love + Miyuki" idea because I
     haven't read that. I realized how much I pity Miyuki after writting
     this.
     (To all the third wheels out there, stay strong!)
     Find me on tumblr.
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