Of Royals and music, both agree on sound, tone and pleasure but not so gravely on rhythm.
"Oh my God! What's your captain doing to Ochibi-chan?!" Eiji exclaimed.
"Who knows," Fuji said, "he could be doing anything as we speak."
"Nya!! We should save Ochibi's honor!!"
"It's been two nights, I doubt there's much honor to save," Oshitari replied with a glint.
"Poor Ochibi!!"
"How do you know he doesn't want it?
"Ochibi is innocent!"
"Was..." Oshitari said with a very hinting tone.
"Is! Is!!"
"I'm right here."
They all turned to Echizen, who was sitting on the couch, looking bored. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up as he picked an orange to eat from the basket in front of him.
"Ochibi! Tell them! Tell them you're innocent!!"
"Wah! Echizen-kun! Thanks for the match this morning! I won't lose next time!!"
Echizen grimaced at being squashed into two very enthusiastic hugs at the same time, the orange falling from his hand to the plate. He winced but looked at the plate thankfully for saving the white shirt and the black, slightly baggy pants that clung to his hips.
Eiji noticed the grimace. "Ochibi! Why are you grimacing?!! Oh noes! It's true!! He better not have hurt you! Did he hurt you? Tell us, Ochibi-chan!!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Echizen said, finishing his orange and walking between them to the desserts' table and looking over the plates, frowning.
"Nice sidestep," Momoshiru said, standing next to him. "Smooth," he added with a sliding hand gesture.
Echizen looked at him. "You're weird, Momo-senpai." He turned away. "I'm leaving."
"Eh? But... but... Ochibi!" Eiji called, but Echizen was already turning out of sight.
He blinked at the hallway... Where's that room again? With a scowl, he kept walking forward, turning randomly, knowing he was lost. He stiffened at the new sound of a piano tickling his senses as the hallways suddenly felt colder. Shivers ran through him before he stiffly turned and looked around but found nothing familiar.
"Hello, lost kitty."
He gasped and turned, eyes wide in horror. His hand flew to his chest.
"Damn, everything does freak you out, doesn't it?" Oshitari laughed.
"You do that on purpose!"
Oshitari smiled smugly.
"And you obviously get a kick out of it."
"Of course I do. What's not to enjoy? The breath of fear, the heightened senses and the wide, fearful eyes," he said, stopping in front of Echizen with a hand on his cheek.
Echizen shook himself away and scowled. "Am I still in the same house?"
Oshitari snorted.
The piano came back and Echizen gasped. He felt a shiver run through him before it turned cold once more.
Oshitari smirked. "You like that?"
"It's..."
"It's in the room at the end of this hallway. Do you dare go, I wonder," Oshitari said, starting to walk away.
Echizen turned. "Hey! Where are you going?"
Oshitari waved and kept walking and 'fight or flight' adrenaline pumped through Echizen;s body overwhelmingly when his eyes fell on the large, luxuriously carved white double doors ahead.
He swallowed. "At least-" He looked at the empty hallway behind him. "Bastard," he hissed looking around him once more. Another shiver ran through him as the tone intensified. He didn't know how it happened, but he stood in front of the door, trembles shaking his fingers even as they closed on the cold handles. It's in here, he thought, leaning against the door and listening, the sound is coming from inside. It slowly and silently opened against his touch. His mouth gaped as his eyes fed on the hall that slowly unfolded before him. His throat purred silently as each note caressed his ears and twirled his brain to a dizzy mess. But his eyes were sober. Looking at the strangely bright gray moon in the azure sky overlooking the ebony piano and the elegant player.
He felt his heart race his breath. The air was so intense it was almost tangible – as if the piano gave matter to space – matter that wrapped around his lungs and choked the air out.
It was only when it calmed to a stop when he felt the beads that had formed all over him, under his clothes and not.
So hot...
The player sighed. "It's still not perfect, Yuushi." He stood and folded his arms, turning to the door before letting his arms down, surprised. "Ryoma."
Echizen was out of control. His body automatically made its way towards him.
"Are you alright?" he said, taking a few steps forward.
Echizen swallowed, his breath refusing to even out. He looked at him, every bit of him, as they arrived to each other. He stood there, just looking, panting, and trying to find a coherent thought. "Fuck," he whispered. "Keigo..." He swallowed.
Atobe's eyes were searching his.
Echizen put his head against the cool shoulder and kept trying to control his breathing, failing miserably, as each sensation heightened when arms closed around him and a hand rested on his hair.
"God..." he whispered, feeling his brain tingling. "Please... Kei... Please..."
Atobe pushed him back to look in his eyes.
Echizen's hands came up against Atobe's cheeks and brought him down for a desperate kiss. He moaned against his lips when a hand found its way to the source of his tension then exhaled in a sigh, breaking the kiss, when it wrapped around him.
"I've been playing since I was five," Atobe said.
Oh god... Echizen's eyes shut as Atobe did something marvelous that he didn't register and clung to his shirt, emitting sounds he didn't recognize himself through.
Atobe's lips curled upwards. "But I think you're becoming my favorite instrument."
Echizen gasped, his eyes widening, and snapped his head up before his eyes rolled and he followed Atobe's arms, wherever they led him.
"Yes."
He felt the whisper in his ears as his eyes closed and his body settled against Atobe, his fingers not letting go of the shirt.
Atobe's arm came around his neck as he felt himself being pushed backwards.
He gasped and clung more before his back touched a cool, somewhat solid but cushioned surface. His fingers were uncurled by two other hands and let go. He gasped when the hands returned to his intimate places and tried to hold onto something as he felt the world spinning. His hand touched something and he held onto it desperately, and his eyes opened when the sound of the angry piano broke the otherwise silent hall at a low tone, but had no time to register anything else when the hands squeezed sensitive skin through his shirt and caused him to jerk and cry out.
"Keigo..."
"Yes."
The hands left his skin to rest under the cloth before they undid his own shirt and exposed him to the cool air. When the touch returned to his chest, it was warmer than the world around him. He gasped and looked down. Atobe's eyes were open and looking at him intently as his mouth did wonderful things to him.
"Keigo..." he whispered, his head turning from side to side at the overwhelming sensation that seemed as it was swallowing him completely. "Keigo... Please... Stop... More..." His voice wavered. Then he felt himself sob out in need as he felt himself falling backwards over and over, while he was still on his back on the cushioned piano bench, being held and having his senses completely ravished.
"Ryoma."
Echizen shook his head, still.
"Ryoma. I need you to stay in balance for a second."
Echizen stopped. And opened his eyes.
"Ok?"
Echizen's eyes kept locked with his own as his pants and underwear came off with the same tug. His feet were freed by gentle hands as a blush crept up his face.
"You're so hot, Ryoma," Atobe whispered, warmly.
Echizen closed his eyes and turned his face to the side, resting his hands against his chest and stomach.
"Trust me."
He looked up at Atobe, who lifted his left leg from under his knee and pushed it up so that his heel rested on the keys, bringing a higher tone to life from the piano.
Atobe pushed his other knee sideways, exposing him completely.
Echizen's hands curled closed against his shoulder and lips and his eyes scrunched shut as the rest of him tensed to trembles.
"No."
A warm hand covered the one on his lips, attracting his attention. His eyes opened to navies looking back carefully.
"Trust me."
Lips covered his then traveled down to his chin, collarbone and chest before pulling a gasp from him at a kiss to his navel. "No!" he gasped as his toes curled and his hand went down to Atobe's head.
Atobe rested on his knees and put his warm hands against creamy inner thighs and paused, his touch suddenly turning from warm to hot. "Do you really want me to stop, Ryoma?"
It took a few seconds for the whispered reply to come. "No."
"You know I will if you want me to," he said, moving his hands against sensitive, almost trembling, skin.
"No... please... don't stop... No..."
When a hand left his thigh closer to his private parts, he gasped and felt his hands searching for something to grasp.
The piano once again protested once his fingers came down on its keys and his other hand grasped the side of the bench.
Atobe's other hand still supported his knee as his toe curled and uncurled and his foot came down in random rhythm on the higher keys.
When wetness joined the hand, lapping and soft suckling slowly took over until he felt the hand return to his other thigh and move in circles against his skin – his thigh, his hips, everywhere it could reach.
The cold air suddenly stopped existing as heat exploded through his body once more and his hips stopped listening to him as the rest of his body did too. It was as if he split in to three: The mind, the body, and the soul... yet remained one.
Desperate whispers, whines and cries of 'Kei' and 'Keigo' between pants and random chest heaves came from cherry lips as Echizen's mind kept turning and spinning, while his neck forced his head from one side to another until his final build where his eyes widened and blood and something he couldn't recognize rushed through him violently.
"Kei...Kei... ah..." He shook his head frantically. "I'm going... to... Keigo... ah... Kei...go..."
He shut his eyes and screamed. His body went into uncontrollable spasms as he felt himself draining out through his midsection, leaving him a boneless mess. Still panting. Still against the warm chest. Still clinging to the shirt. Still panting out uneven breaths. Still being held up by strong warm arms.
His wide eyes tiredly closed as sweat turned cold against his skin.
"Ryoma."
He purred against the rumbling chest.
"Ryoma... I'm so close..."
His eyes opened.
"Touch me, Ryoma."
A soft gasp escaped him as he realized what had happened.
"Tou-" Atobe's voice faded into a throaty moan as a slightly smaller hand wrapped around him through the fabric before snaking under it.
Atobe's hands lifted his head using two fingers under his chin and kissed him until Echizen felt him tense and break the kiss.
Echizen's hand came out to undo the zipper of Atobe's pants and pulled him free, silently appreciating the already undone button at the top – he wasn't very elegant with buttons.
Atobe's hand went to Echizen's shoulder and he squeezed it slightly, scrunching his eyes before throwing his head back and wrapping his other hand around Echizen's neck as he felt his hips thrust and his member spurt onto Echizen's hand and chest.
When his eyes opened once more, golden hazel orbs looked back at him in awe. He smiled fuzzily, supporting himself entirely once more and reclaimed the soft cherry lips under him.
A howl from somewhere outside made Echizen jump and push himself into Atobe, his eyes closed and his fingers once more in Atobe's shirt. Atobe grimaced but ran a hand through Echizen's soft, drying hair and placed a kiss on his head before his hands went around his shoulder and back.
"We should go get cleaned."
"Wolves."
"They're far away."
"Wolves."
"You're mooning the moon."
Echizen blinked.
They stayed silently against each other: Echizen blinking and Atobe observing.
Echizen squeaked and jumped as a hand groped his butt and then took a step away, scowling at Atobe.
Atobe looked at his spoiled shirt then Echizen's chest and expression as he looked at his hand before laughing.
Echizen looked at him in wonder.
"Here," he said, wiping Echizen's hand with his own shirt.
Echizen made a face at his chest too before he pulled his pants on and looked for tissue. "Fuji-senpai is having a field trip with gossip," he said, zipping up.
"You've been sleeping out of your own bed for two nights in a row."
"For good reason. Perhaps even a third."
Atobe looked smug.
"Don't you know how much more comfortable your bed is?!"
Atobe deadpanned.
Echizen stuck his tongue out, buttoning up his rumpled. "You still have lots more to work on."
"Brat," Atobe said, pushing him onto the wall and turning the pinking lips cherry-red once more.
There were no traces of mischief or challenge in the light honey eyes as they opened and looked into Atobe's.
"See you at dinner?"
Echizen nodded.
Atobe exhaled as the door closed behind Echizen.
Echizen walked through the hall. Ugh... He scowled. I forgot this is the house of five-thousand doors.
Atobe covered the keys and closed the piano then exhaled in satisfaction.
Silence filled the room for the while he stood in front of the bench, flashbacks running vivid in his mind. He jumped when the door opened abruptly. Echizen stood there, looking utterly pissed.
"Where. The fuck. Is. My room?" he grumbled.
