Alert: Lemony stuff ahead. Not really sure how to accurately label and rate it, though. Cos it's not like Mr VP actually sees anything...

Seen And Heard

In which the vice-principal doesn't know what hit him

The vice-principal of Seidou High had a strong suspicion that the principal sometimes ditched him for secret spying missions. How his superior managed to give him the slip regularly, then show up for work the next day with a smug look and enviably informed hints about how things really were in the school, was beyond him.

Going by the minor disciplinary ruckus that had ruffled the waters in the baseball team a few months ago, the vice-principal gathered that some of the most interesting incidents worth spying on took place in the dorm after training hours.

So he waited for a day when the principal had to leave early to attend a seminar for the heads of schools in the Tokyo area, and took the opportunity of the man's absence to stroll around the compound housing the indoor training area and dormitory.

It was two days after Seidou had amazingly, fabulously won the autumn tournament and qualified for the Meiji Jingu and Spring Koushien. Everyone was in an upbeat mood. Kataoka had been persuaded to take back his resignation letter, the principal had asked Kataoka and Takashima to ask Ochiai if he would be willing to stay on as an assistant coach, and the entire school was in high spirits. Captain Miyuki Kazuya was injured, but recovery would take only three weeks, and if all went smoothly, he would be fighting fit in time for the winter training camp, then the Spring Koushien tournament.

It was half an hour before dinner time. Most of the players were in their rooms, probably doing homework, but some were heading to or returning from the bath house and laundry room, and the dorm was filled with that air of being about to spring to life with about sixty hungry kids ready to swarm into the canteen. Perhaps he had come too early; perhaps he'd hear more interesting, secret stuff worth boasting about if he came later in the night. But they were deep into autumn, the nights were getting cold, and he didn't fancy wandering around here with the wind hustling his sadly skinny joints at 10 o'clock or so…

Wait a minute – what was that he just saw? Was that… were those two Takigawa Chris Yuu and Tanba Kouichirou he saw there in that doorway upstairs, and was that a peck on the cheek from Tanba to Chris just before the former ace walked away from that door and went back to his own room?

The vice-principal shook his head. No. He was quite far away, on the other side of the compound, and he might not have seen clearly – they were upstairs, after all, and it might have been something else altogether. Besides, they were third-year students who were just a couple of months away from taking their final exams and graduating from Seidou. He shouldn't worry too much about a possible peck on the cheek from one to the other.

Still, he felt perturbed enough to walk up the stairs nearest to that end of the dorm, but there was nothing there to see now. Both Chris' and Tanba's room doors were now firmly closed. However, he then saw movement in another doorway, and Kawakami Norifumi emerging with an embarrassed grin (wait, wait, why was second-year Kawakami coming out of one of the bedrooms allocated to the retired third-years?). The reason for that flush on his cheeks and the bashful smile on his face became obvious when Miyauchi Keisuke, whose room it was, emerged part of the way past the door frame too, and leaned out to snatch at Kawakami's hand.

"Miya-senpai, that's enough!" Kawakami laughed. "I have to go get ready for dinner. Later, okay?"

Chuckling, Miyauchi sent Kawakami off with a smack to his bottom, and the second-year pitcher flushed a deeper pink all over his face before running off to his own room. Miyauchi saw the vice-principal before he went back into his room, but as cool as a cucumber, the muscular catcher simply nodded and bowed politely to him before closing the door in his face.

Feeling slightly dumbstruck, the vice-principal walked towards the wing where Kawakami's room was. However, before he could stand outside the pitcher's door, scratching his curly head of hair as he tried to puzzle out the odd scenes he'd just witnessed this evening, his attention was seized by the hyena-like cackling of Kuramochi Youichi, who was leaning against the frame of the door right at the end of the walkway on this floor. The vice-principal remembered that Shirasu Kenjirou's room was the very last one at the far end of this wing on the upper level, and Kuramochi was there, looking at his phone and talking to the other second-year inside: "Wakana's agreed to meet me early next year – I'll try to find a day during our New Year's week off to take the train up to Nagano to see her."

Shirasu's response from within the room gave the vice-principal pause for thought. "You're going to meet Sawamura's girlfriend alone?"

"Told you she's not his girlfriend. They're just childhood friends. Wakana sort of tested the waters with Sawamura on the day of the final by texting him to hint that she'd like to be with him, but the idiot went and broke her heart by giving her some incredibly dumb reply about how it wouldn't be possible for them to do anything if they were stuck together, or some stupid shit like that, and she's given up on even going there any more."

"You're taking advantage of her heartbreak by working your way into her life?"

"I'm already in her life! We text each other all the time! I'm just going to prove to her that there are a hell of a lot more fish in the sea than Bakamura! She's a fantastic girl, and I'm going to be her man!"

"Kuramochi… ah well, as long as it doesn't cause any problems for the girl, or your studies and playing, or between you and Sawamura."

Kuramochi threw his head back and laughed: "Bakamura's got far more exciting things on his mind than his childhood friends right now. Why do you think I'm up here talking to you? He and you-know-who need the room to be alone together!"

What Shirasu murmured in reply the vice-principal didn't know, because his head was reeling. He staggered downstairs, trying to process what he'd seen and heard of Tanba and Chris, Miyauchi and Kawakami, and Kuramochi stealing Sawamura's girlfriend while Sawamura needed the room to be alone with… who?

When he reached the ground floor, he glimpsed Sawamura – with Miyuki. If it hadn't been for what he'd just heard, he probably wouldn't have paid them any attention, even though it was true that other players were starting to move towards the canteen whereas these two were casually walking in the opposite direction and entering a room instead. The sight of the pair going into Room 5 also triggered a recollection of something the principal had mentioned a few months ago (after one of those annoyingly secret inspections, no doubt) – some vague reference to Miyuki behaving "inappropriately" to Sawamura outside that very room. And there was something about how the two of them had interacted before entering the room – walking close together, Miyuki's fingers tweaking Sawamura's T-shirt…

The vice-principal stood at the end of the veranda for several minutes, waiting to see if they would emerge and head for the canteen like everyone else who was ravenous for dinner, but the door didn't open again. He looked around to make sure no one was watching him, feeling absurdly like an intruder about to commit a crime. As vice-principal, he had every right to be here and snoop into every corner if he chose, but he didn't want to raise the alarm among the students by letting any of them see his actions. He also felt it would be embarrassing to share his thoughts with the security guards – what was he supposed to say? Would it sound odd if he were to tell them: "Er… I decided to spy on two players because they looked a little too close for my liking"?

No one was watching, as far as he could see, so he knocked at Room 6, then tested the door handle. It turned easily, giving him access to the empty room. That wasn't too surprising – cases of theft in the players' dorm had always been extremely rare in Seidou; the kids usually locked their doors during classroom and training hours, as well as when they turned in for the night, but many tended to leave their rooms unlocked from dinner time to bedtime.

Inside Room 6, he looked about for something he could use as a listening tool, and pounced on an empty drinking tumbler on one of the desks. He positioned the open end of the tumbler against the thin dividing partition that separated this room from Sawamura's, and pressed his right ear against the base of the tumbler.

The first voice he heard was Sawamura's, judging by its timbre: "…should be more supportive! You can't keep moping around while we're training, making miserable comments about how the rest of us are getting along too sickeningly well for your liking! Is that the sort of thing a captain should say?"

"Probably not," came Miyuki's voice – and it most likely came with a smirk, going by the way the words were enunciated.

"Then stop doing it," Sawamura ordered.

"Nah. I like seeing the annoyed looks on all your faces. And I especially won't stop because it irks me when I see you getting close to the others while I'm not a part of it."

"You are and always will be a part of it, idiot captain! Even if you can't train with us right now, you can be a more positive and encouraging member of our team!"

Just when the vice-principal was thinking that nothing more dubious than a tiff seemed to be going on between the teammates, Miyuki went on to say: "I hear you. Let's not waste time arguing about this – it's not easy for us to be totally alone, in private, and I don't want to spend it talking about stuff we could easily argue about in front of everyone else. It's not an ideal or long-term arrangement, but for now, Kuramochi's agreed to give us the room 15 minutes before dinner time on most days, and if we show up 25 minutes after dinner officially starts, there should still be people queuing up at the counter, so we won't look too conspicuous. At least not the first few times."

"Which gives us… 40 minutes alone," Sawamura said.

"Ooh, he can do sums in his head," Miyuki chuckled.

"Shut up, Miyuki Kazuya!" Sawamura snapped.

"You're so fun to wind up, I can't resist it," the captain laughed, following it up swiftly with a hasty apology when the sound of stomping feet suggested that Sawamura was heading for the door. "Okay, I'm sorry! Come here, baka – don't make me run after you – I'm not supposed to run, you know. Rei-chan, Kantoku and about a dozen players have threatened me with a gruesome death if I move any faster than one kilometre an hour for the next three weeks."

"Yeah, I'm one of them, if you remember," Sawamura growled.

"So don't make me chase you – I thought I'd already done that and caught you…" Miyuki's voice communicated layers of meaning, mostly naughty, while soft, steady, purposeful footfalls suggested that he was walking up to the other boy.

"You say the most embarrassing things," Sawamura muttered.

"Only because I love watching you react," Miyuki murmured, his voice dipping so low that the vice-principal almost couldn't make out what he was saying. "But I think I'm starting to like it even better after you turn all red, and I've finished laughing at you, and I get to make it up to you like this…"

Silence. Not the kind of sterile silence that descended when two people in the same room had suddenly decided to stop talking to each other because they no longer wished to talk, but the kind of significant silence that emerged when they were no longer talking because they were doing something else together. Like – like – horror of horrors… surely those two boys weren't… kissing…?

"Mmm…" came a throaty growl from one of them.

Probably definitely most likely kissing.

Sawamura's voice, when it broke the silence, was a little husky, but had a cheeky edge: "I knew it – I knew you only wanted me for my body."

"Got me there," Miyuki responded just as cheekily, before continuing more seriously. "Truthfully, though, that was the case to begin with – I wanted to get my hands all over you, and I didn't know why, and it unnerved me."

"And you needed to talk to me about it after I confronted you, but you were afraid you'd freak me out," Sawamura said.

"Yeah. So… did it freak you out? When you guessed what was going on?" Miyuki asked.

The telltale creak of a piece of furniture suggested to the vice-principal that one or both of them had moved away from the door, deeper into the room, and were now sitting, or lying, on one of the beds – from the sound of it, it was the bed right next to the very wall he was holding the tumbler against.

"A bit at first," Sawamura admitted, his voice as clear as day. "You weren't exactly subtle about it, even though I'm sure you thought you were being very clever and cryptic. I was a bit weirded out. But the more I thought about it, the less I minded. I mostly just wasn't sure why – why you'd want to get closer to me even while you were calling me an idiot every third sentence."

"It's a term of endearment," Miyuki's voice was equally clear now – the two kids were probably just two feet from the vice-principal.

"Bullshit."

"It is a term of endearment, and we both agree you're a pretty big idiot, and a lot of the time, I seem to be an even bigger idiot than you, so there's nothing contradictory there."

"You can talk your way into and out of anything, can't you, Miyuki Kazuya?"

"Maybe. But I mean what I'm saying. I can't explain the why very well – I only know I wanted to touch you moments after we first met, and then you showed up again months later, loud, enthusiastic, emotional and the easiest person ever to tease, and I still wanted to be all over you, but I couldn't say so or do anything about it. I tried to keep my distance, but I'd cave in all the time by making you mad enough to grab me and shake me every other day. I thought it would fade, but bit by bit, you were making everything warm and bright and clear where it used to be cold and clouded, and I couldn't stop myself. That's the best I can explain it… whoa, whoa – are you crying, baka?"

"No." Uttered with a distinct sniffle.

"You know Kuramochi will kick me and really break a rib or two if you show up at dinner with red eyes and he thinks I made you cry…"

"You shouldn't say things like that – nice things – caught me off-guard because it's so unlike you."

"Do you really think I'm that nasty?" Miyuki asked, sounding as if he was trying to sound hurt.

"I thought we established that ages ago," Sawamura sniffed.

"Ohh…? Then if I'm so nasty, how come you don't mind me doing this…?"

Another intense silence strongly suggestive of a lip-lock in progress, confirmed as such when it was broken half a minute later by the soft but unmistakable popping sound of two pairs of lips pulling wetly apart, and a mild, protesting moan as the kiss ended. The protest must have originated from Miyuki's throat, because it was Sawamura who spoke almost at the same time: "I like you doing that because I like you, Miyuki Kazuya – and I like you as the whole imperfect nasty messed-up creature you are – just as you are, not in spite of how you are."

A different kind of silence descended for five seconds – the heavy kind where conversation had stopped because one of the parties was processing something. And at the end of those five seconds, Miyuki said with such wonderment and simplicity that he was probably being sincere: "That's… actually, really… sweet."

Rustling-fabric noises, more creaking of the bed frame, sounds of two bodies shifting about, then Sawamura asking: "Hey, what are you trying to do?"

"I'm trying to hold you, baka."

"Uh-uh, not like that – I'll only end up crushing your ribs and we don't want that now."

"Then I'll get on top."

"With your pulled muscles, I'm not allowing you to prop yourself up over me that way – it'll be too much of a strain on your abdominals."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Just sit here quietly and don't do anything strenuous… aagh! Hey!" Sawamura hissed. The vice-president heard their bodies hitting the mattress.

"Hmm, It's not too strenuous if I do it like this – I think I've learnt a trick or two from Kuramochi about holding you down with minimal effort." Miyuki was definitely smirking as he spoke those words.

"Miyuki Kazuya! You're going to hurt yourse… mmmph… don't… mmngh…"

Without a doubt, the noises were now those of wet, deep, hungry kissing.

"Miyuki… you shouldn't… mmm…"

"It doesn't hurt –" kiss "– look –" kiss "– I'm putting my weight on my left side –" kiss "– it doesn't hurt much when I do that –" kiss "– so it's fine."

"Damn you Miyuki, that's nice…"

"You like this?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Eijun…"

"Hmm?"

"Can I… touch…?"

"Have you done this before?"

"Well, I've done me before," Miyuki chuckled. "It can't be too different… ah, but… I suppose it's best if you tell me what you like."

"I'm not sure I'd know how to say it in words – it'd be weird."

"Show me, then."

"That's even weirder."

"Then let me… can I?"

"Only if you let me touch too."

"Okay, but later – I'm a lot more interested in you than in me right now."

"Are you sure?" Sawamura sounded like he was grinning. "You're as hard as a rock."

"Oi, I asked permission, but you're just groping me without so much as a by your leave! Who's the rude one now?"

"Um… we're being rude together?" Sawamura asked brightly.

"We certainly are," Miyuki purred, with a good deal more significance and intent than Sawamura's comparatively innocent line.

The subtle sound of clothing sliding away from skin, then…

"Miyuki… nnnhhh…" Sawamura moaned softly, sounding as if he was trying to stifle his cry, undoubtedly because Miyuki must have made his first serious move.

"You're so hot – in every sense of the word," Miyuki murmured.

"Aaahh…"

"Is this okay for you?"

"Yes… mmm…"

"It's gotta be a little too dry to feel comfortable, though – what do you normally do when you're jerking off alone? Spit in your hand? I do." Miyuki was clearly grinning again.

"What?" Sawamura gasped, sounding slightly strangled – he was probably trying for mirth while drowning in the arousal and sensations Miyuki was drawing from him. "Hygiene freak like you?"

"I'm only particular about washing properly, baka. But in everything else, I like getting filthy with you."

"Shut up… aaah-h-h… Miyuki."

Several moments of wordless grunts and gasps followed, probably elicited by Miyuki doing something to make Sawamura more comfortable – like lubricating the other boy's dick with saliva, perhaps?

Then Miyuki was speaking again, asking both with the intensity of sexual excitement and his trademark playfulness: "And since when have you started calling me 'Miyuki' just like that, huh, Eijun? Since we've got to the stage where I'm already stroking your dick, shouldn't you be calling me Kazuya in private?"

"Bloody Miyuki Kazuya," Sawamura choked out, apparently close to climaxing.

"That's not polite of you," Miyuki said, still with that grin in his voice. "Tell you what – call me Miyuki-senpai and I'll finish this nicely for you…"

"Bastard! As if I'd – nnnnggh – faster!"

"I heard you during the Seiko game, you know, close to the end – did you think I didn't hear you yelling 'Miyuki-senpai!' at me?" Miyuki said breathily. "I heard you loud and clear, and it got me all excited, but I had to focus on connecting my bat with the damned ball. So come on, Eijun – say it again."

"As if I'd… hhhaaaah!"

"You can still call me Miyuki Kazuya in public, and I'll call you Sawamura, but here and now, say senpai."

"I'm not going to... h-h-hey… mmmrrrrgh… don't slow down!"

"I'll stop entirely if you don't call me Miyuki-senpai."

"Damn you – unnnhh – Miyuki… Miyuki-senpai!"

The ferocious pace and pitch of the muffled cries that came hard on the heels of the honorific suggested that Miyuki was seeing the deed through to the end and steering Sawamura through a tremendous climax that would have impressed the vice-principal if he hadn't been simply glued to the tumbler and the wall in sheer horror.

A satisfied moan marked the young pitcher's descent from his peak, accompanied by the sound of another sloppy kiss, and Miyuki murmuring "You're beautiful, you idiot", his soft words nearly lost in Sawamura's heavy panting as the younger boy fought to catch his breath.

Which he succeeded in doing fast, with the speed of recovery one only had in youth, because the next thing the vice-principal heard was Sawamura growling: "And you're horrible, senpai!"

Chuckling, giggling, scuffling noises, the bed frame creaking furiously, and Miyuki suddenly raising his voice a little to say urgently: "O – oi, Eijun! You'll re-injure me!"

"No I won't," Sawamura stated with conviction. "You've been milking your injury for all it's worth for days, starting with stealing my first kiss from me, and I know damned well you're not as fragile as that, to quote you!"

"C-careful…"

"Eh, don't worry – I'm mostly pressing against your left side, and if you could lie on that to jerk me off, you can bloody well handle a bit of this. Now take it off."

"Eijun, there's no need to… gnnnnghhh – oi, oi – are you sure that's a good idea… hhahh… Eijun… shit, that feels fantastic…"

"Shut up, senpai," Sawamura murmured. "Relax. Stop tensing. Or you'll strain your muscles."

The distinctive, wet popping noise just before Sawamura spoke told the frozen-to-the-spot vice-principal – who hadn't had a blow job from his wife in far too long – that Sawamura Eijun had just begun going down on Miyuki Kazuya.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before? Because you're actually pretty darn amazing at it… mmmm… shit, Eijun, I don't think it's possible not to strain my muscles when you're s-so damn good… unnnh…"

Another wet popping noise as Sawamura interrupted the process once again to snap at Miyuki: "Yes, Miyuki-senpai, this is actually my first time. I did an online search on my phone on how to do this, so shut up and stop tensing, or I'll bite. And you know I have a lot of teeth."

"You looked it up online...? Ahhh... okay... Shit. Right. Lots of teeth. Okay, I'll… unnngh… hhh… that's so good…"

More embarrassingly sloppy noises and frantic grunts reached the vice-principal's ears, then a gasp and a more helpless sound than he had ever heard Miyuki Kazuya make, then heaving breaths, and it was clear that the catcher had come.

"H-hey, you don't have to… just spit it… wow, did you just swallow?" Miyuki asked with no small degree of wonder in his voice, slightly hushed and hoarse with exertion.

"Uh-huh."

"You should have just…"

"I don't mind."

"We're already messy enough as it is – one more load of cum wouldn't have made much of a difference to the state of our clothes," Miyuki laughed softly.

"Damn. We're a bloody mess," Sawamura muttered.

"Yes we are," Miyuki agreed, sounding quite unreasonably smug.

"What are you going to wear to dinner?"

"Fuck." The smugness had vanished in an instant.

The bed frame creaked, and the vice-principal could hear bare feet trotting over the carpeted floor – probably Sawamura's.

"Okay, don't panic – I've got this plain blue T-shirt that could probably pass for one of yours if no one looks too closely," the pitcher said, sounding a bit muffled now, as if he had his head in the wardrobe – which he probably did. "And… sweatpants… this black pair should be anonymous enough, right? You've got something like this too?"

"Perfect."

"Here, wipe your hands on my T-shirt," Sawamura said, in tandem with the sound of an article of clothing being whipped off. "It's a mess anyway."

"Put it at the bottom of your laundry basket – and let's hope Kuramochi doesn't spot it."

"I'll do my laundry right after dinner."

"Here – here – wipe yourself too – use mine – and stuff it at the bottom of the basket too – shit, I hope Kuramochi doesn't notice that these items in the basket are mine."

"He'll laugh his head off. And pretend to be disgusted."

"Oh hell, forget him. Dinner – we have to go."

"Okay."

The rushed sounds of footwear being pulled on at the genkan, then the unlocking, opening and shutting of the door as the pair hurried to the canteen.

Feeling rather close to fainting, and really wishing his wife would give him blow jobs again, the vice-principal stumbled out of Room 6 once he was sure the coast was clear, and left the dorm compound in a daze.

First thing the next morning, he put his head round the door of the principal's office, and asked to speak to him about a serious matter.

"There are terrible things going on in the dormitory," he told his superior in a shaky voice. "Simply terrible. The things I've seen and heard…"

"Oh, I've heard terrible things too, but they mostly turned out to be nothing worth fretting about," the principal said calmly, with a serene smile on his face. "I mean, I thought the boys were involved in an orgy! But it turned out to be nothing but wrestling, shougi, massage and video games! Hahaha!"

"No, no, no – this time it's the real thing – boys are kissing and smacking each other on the bottom and stealing each other's girlfriends and… and…" he lowered his voice to a whisper here. "…and touching each other, if you get my drift."

"Ah, we see plenty of playful mock-kisses and smacks to the bottom, and girls will always be a source of contention among healthy teenage boys," the principal said lightly. "But the 'touching' – erm – what exactly did you see?"

"Oh, I didn't see anything – I just heard the conversation, and those… those noises!"

"Ahahaha!" the principal laughed. "Then it was probably just like what I overheard – just plenty of sound and fury, but nothing in it, really!"

"I really don't think it was nothing!" the vice-principal insisted, his voice turning into a shushed hiss. "They were jerking each other off! Or one of them was, and the other was sucking his… friend… off!"

"Really, I'm sure it was nothing…" the principal said, his smile looking a little strained now as he toyed with a pencil.

"I'm telling you, it was SOMETHING!" the vice-principal had to clap his hands over his mouth right after saying that as he realised he had almost yelled at the top of his voice.

The principal's smile was truly looking extremely strained now, but he was holding it determinedly in place, and sounded very much as if he was fighting hard to keep his voice level when he replied to his subordinate: "It. Doesn't. Matter. You know and I know that some odd things are going on in that dorm, but on an official level, what I once thought was an orgy turned out to be NOTHING, and we are officially KEEPING it that way, damn it. We've finally qualified for Koushien after all these years, and whatever the hell kind of team Kataoka is building up, I don't care right now because it's a WINNING team, and we are going to KOUSHIEN, and if the funny business in the dorm is all a part of keeping this a winning team, then we are not going to look too CLOSELY at said funny business, and that's final. Understood?"

The pencil the principal had been holding snapped in two, and the vice-principal, looking at that strained, round face of his superior's, shut his mouth, nodded stiffly and retreated to his own office.

His boss was right. It was so much easier this way. He couldn't bear the idea of any official disciplinary fallout from this jeopardising their ticket to Koushien. No one would say anything; the baseball federation would never know.

Nothing was going on.

It was all officially good.