Title: The Imperial Palace Chapter 16.
Setting: Strip Club AU.
Rating: M STANDS FOR SEX.
Reason why the chapter was late this time: I'm a lazy jerk. But in reality, my old laptop completely stopped functioning and I lost nearly all my data, including a lot of half-written work and even a few finished chapters. So that's pretty much why I haven't updated in a few months. This chapter was actually supposed to be Perfect Pair, but I unfortunately lost that chapter so now I have to completely re-write it. Fun.
Pairing: There's da platinum pair and then there's like a bit of da alpha.
Warnings: Uncreative content, possible OOC-ness, Niou has something against pink beverages, Yagyuu's son is adorable okay, but not as adorable as Sanada, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
~o~o~o~
The tennis racket was a child's size, but even so it was far too big for Hiro-chan. The brat needed two hands to hold the racket up and every swing was slow and threatened to make him fall backwards.
Still, Niou had to admire the kid's determination. Even after a few hours into it without having hit a single ball yet, Hiro-chan was still flailing his racket around, running on his tiny little legs and not even crying when he fell and scrapped his knees.
It was cute, Niou admitted to himself, but this was most definitely the last time he would ever agree to babysit a small child. Children had a habit of asking too many questions and running off the minute you took your eyes off them. That, and Hiro-chan was apparently a girl magnet.
"Aww, he's adorable!" cooed a blonde girl in a ponytail.
"It he yours?" asked a pretty brunette. They had both paused in the middle of their own tennis game to smile at Hiro-chan.
Niou sighed, leaning heavily on his tennis racket as Hiro-chan hid behind his legs. Hiro-chan looked suspiciously at the small group of women gawking at him.
"Nah," said Niou. "Just a friend's kid." He also declined the girls' request for a tennis game. He was tired enough from yesterday's busy Saturday night at work and even more exhausted from running after a small child all day.
The girls lingered for a while longer and then left to resume their game. Niou watched as Hiro-chan ran off chasing after a ball again.
Yagyuu owed him big time for this, thought Niou. Tomorrow, Yagyuu had better be naked on the bed with a bowl of chips and a bottle of soda to make up for it.
Yagyuu had a last minute work-related call conference and his wife also had plans and couldn't take Hiro-chan. So Yagyuu had just casually figured that Niou was good enough to babysit. Niou knew he should be flattered that Yagyuu trusted him with his child, but it was way too much of a bother and responsibility for Niou to be happy about it.
The tennis had been decided upon easily since Hiro-chan wouldn't shut up about it. Yagyuu had bought rackets and balls, and the result was here now in the form of Hiro-chan tripping over his own feet again. Niou exhaled loudly, walking over to the fallen brat.
"You okay?" asked Niou, helping the kid stand back up and then dusting him off. Hiro-chan was full of dirt. Yagyuu better not make a hissy fit about it later.
Hiro-chan sniffled but didn't cry. "Tennis is hard," he finally said.
"Yeah, it is," said Niou. "But practice makes perfect, right?"
Hiro-chan looked down thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Can I be good too?"
"Only if you practice a lot, then yeah."
"Even as good as Echizen Ryoma?" Hiro-chan's eyes lit up.
Niou shrugged. "I guess." The odds were slim to none, but Niou hardly felt like destroying a child's dream. The last thing he wanted was for Hiro-chan to actually cry.
"Will daddy come play tennis with me if I'm good?" asked Hiro-chan.
"I'll force him to come along next time," said Niou. "Now, come on, let's go home." Surely Yagyuu was done with his work crap by now. It had been hours and Niou was fairly certain he couldn't handle a minute more of this.
Hiro-chan actually had the gall to pout at him. "B-But I wanna stay…"
"Fine, then stay. As for me, I'm going back to see your dad," said Niou and walked away.
Niou got all the way to the edge of the park when Hiro-chan came running after him, tennis racket swinging wildly in his hand.
Niou held Hiro-chan's hand all the way back because he didn't trust the kid not to go running into strangers or out into the streets. Niou never realized how dangerous the world around him was until now that he had a kid with him. Niou considered it a great accomplishment that they both made it back to Yagyuu's building in one piece.
They made their way up the multiple flights of stairs (Hiro-chan preferred stairs over elevators for some unfathomable reason). When they were halfway up, Niou heard the sound of a people shouting. The voices grew louder as they continued making their way up.
Hiro-chan paused, looking up uncertainly. A woman shrieked loudly. Oh, Niou knew who that voice belonged to, even if he had never actually seen the woman in person.
"I guess your mom's here," said Niou when he heard Yagyuu's aggravating reply. Hiro-chan nodded and continued climbing the stairs, albeit much slower this time.
"It's the one day you get to spend with your son! I can't believe you would pawn him off to someone I don't even know without asking me!" the woman shouted.
"I got a call from work! I hardly had a choice," Yagyuu replied.
"Work! It's always work with you! I might as well have called a babysitter!"
When they reached the fourth floor, Niou saw the two of them at the doorway. Yagyuu's wife looked the same as in the photographs: plain brown hair, fair complexion and dressed in cream colours. Yagyuu saw them first, pausing in the middle of a reply, his eyes softening immediately. His wife did the same, only she quickly looked at Niou as if she was analysing him, taking in everything from his dirty sneakers and baggy sweatpants to his bleached hair and then narrowing her eyes like she didn't like what she saw.
"There you are, honey," she said, leaning down and taking Hiro-chan's hand. Hiro-chan didn't look at her and didn't say a word.
"Did you have fun at the tennis court, Hiro-chan?" Yagyuu asked kindly. Still no answer came their way. Hiro-chan looked at the floor.
Yagyuu's wife leaned down to look at him better. "You're all dirty! Did you get hurt?" she exclaimed, seeing the kid's dirt-stained shorts and scratched knees. Hiro-chan turned away from her, crossing his arms angrily. He looked adorable.
"Yeah, sorry about that. The little bugger runs fast," said Niou. He walked right through the doorway, kicking his shoes off and brushing past Yagyuu. "Hey, what do you have to eat, Yeahgyuu? I'm starving."
It must have had something to do with his all-too familiar tone, or maybe she was just as much of a neat freak as Yagyuu and hated the fact that he had haphazardly ditched his shoes, but Niou could very much feel Yagyuu's wife's dislike towards him.
"Excuse me, but shouldn't you show a little more respect towards your employer?" she snapped at him.
Niou was already opening the fridge and grabbing a can of soda. He could practically hear Yagyuu's discomfort from here.
"It's fine," Yagyuu told his spouse.
"Fine?" she cried out. "This is your home and he's trespassing and stealing from your kitchen! Not to mention Hiro-chan could have gotten injured! What kind of babysitter did you hire?"
She was really pissing him off, but more than that, Niou found himself a little irritated at Yagyuu's inability to clearly say what was going on. Niou had long ago figured someone like Yagyuu might not want others to know about their little relationship (whatever their relationship was at this point, Niou was not quite sure himself anymore). Still… Niou found that he did not like it one bit.
His drink was left abandoned on the counter. Niou returned to the doorway, slinging an arm around Yagyuu's neck.
"What, you mean she doesn't know?" said Niou, smirking crookedly.
Yagyuu's eyes went wide and Niou could almost hear Yagyuu shouting 'What on earth are you trying to accomplish?' in his mind. Ah, Yagyuu was so gonna get mad. Serves him right for beating around the bush like this. Niou wanted an answer just as much as Yagyuu's wife did.
Speaking of the wife, she did not appear too happy. "Know what?" she asked. "Hiroshi, what is this about?"
"Nothing," Yagyuu said abruptly, trying and failing to dislodge Niou. "It's nothing. Look, can we talk some other day? I have a lot of things to do today."
No, this wouldn't do at all. Niou's eyes narrowed into slits.
"So she doesn't know about us?" drawled Niou.
Before Yagyuu's wife could even ask, Niou tilted Yagyuu's head and kissed him fully on the mouth.
He wished he had brought a camera to capture the look on the wife's face. It was absolutely priceless. Yagyuu's expression too was quite good but it only reminded Niou of how much trouble he was about to be in. If Yagyuu was that adamant about pretending there was nothing between them, then Niou thought that perhaps this relationship had reached its limit.
That last thought made him a bit sad. Niou sauntered away, back to the kitchen. He better get some food in his stomach before all hell broke loose. Niou heard Yagyuu shooing his wife and son away.
"We'll talk about this later," Yagyuu said, his voice revealing nothing but strained finality. The door slammed shut a second later. The silence left behind was like the calm before a storm.
The next sound was that of Yagyuu's fist slamming down on the kitchen counter.
"What did you think you were doing back there?" demanded Yagyuu. Niou had seen Yagyuu peeved before, such as whenever Niou left a mess, but never had he seen Yagyuu so completely angry.
Niou swallowed his mouthful of soda and shrugged. "I brought your son back from the park. He's not very good at tennis by the way."
"Niou, you know what I mean."
Oh, so it wasn't Niou-kun anymore now. Lovely, he had been meaning to tell Yagyuu to drop the honorific. Niou turned to face Yagyuu.
"What did you expect me to do?" asked Niou. "Did you want me to stand by as I listened to you pretending that I'm nothing more than a babysitter?"
"That would have been better than kissing me in front of my wife!"
Niou snorted. "Last I checked, you were separated and your wife was moving on too. She's a lovely woman by the way; I can definitely see why you married her."
"I don't care," said Yagyuu. "You had no right to do that. I didn't want her or anyone to know—"
Ah, and there it was. Niou gulped down the rest of his soda, crushing the can once he emptied it.
"Sorry," said Niou, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I guess I'm just a stain on your perfect little life." Well, he had wanted to know what Yagyuu thought of him and this relationship. Now that he knew… well, he was going to push those nasty emotions away for now. He had to go to work soon.
"Look, it's not- I mean, try to understand the position you put me in. You're a still a student, and you work as a stripper… It's not exactly something I'm eager to shout from rooftops," said Yagyuu.
"I understand perfectly," said Niou. He made his way to the door, scuttling his feet into his worn out sneakers. "I have to go to work. Do you think you can put all my clothes and stuff in a bag for me? You're good at folding things. I'll come get my stuff tomorrow or something."
He didn't know if Yagyuu was too surprised or speechless to reply, but either way Niou didn't want to linger. He just left, trailing his feet down the stairs and thinking about how he would have to get groceries for his own apartment later.
He almost expected to see Yagyuu running after him when he stepped outside. Niou even lingered for a minute longer than necessary, waiting, hoping. No one came.
Of course not, Niou thought bitterly and went on his way.
~o~o~o~
Work was absolutely dreadful. Niou was putting in zero effort and it showed in the meagre amount of tips he was getting. Damn it, why did the Imperial Palace have to be so busy all the damn time? It was impossible to go slack off in the back or take a quick nap. His irritation did not mix well with the clients' flirtatious comments or lewd gropings.
Halfway through his shift, he joined Sanada at his table, sighing as he rested his head on the solid wood.
"Shouldn't you be working?" asked Sanada, glowering at him, probably because Niou was now blocking the view to his beloved Yukimura.
Niou ignored him. "Are you gonna drink that?" Niou asked, pointing at the drink Sanada always bought but never actually drank. Sanada shook his head and Niou immediately took it, downing it in one go. It tasted like cherry and rum and was not nearly strong enough for his taste.
"I didn't say you could drink it!" said Sanada. "I thought Yukimura might've wanted it after. I mean, he prefers strawberry, but still…"
"Shut up, he's working and not supposed to be drinking."
"You're not supposed to be drinking on the job either." Man, Sanada was being real annoying today. Niou would have thought that he'd be in a happier mood after getting back with Yukimura. Or maybe it was watching his boyfriend dancing with a dozen other guys that made Sanada cranky.
Still, even Sanada was not so dense as to not notice when something was amiss.
"Is everything all right, Niou?" asked Sanada. For a second he almost looked concerned.
Niou shrugged. "I guess. I mean I spent the day running after a small child on the tennis court and then I broke up with Mr. Stick-up-his-ass. So yeah, I had a pretty productive day." He really wanted another drink right now.
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Sanada, frowning.
"Shit happens."
"I completely understand how you feel," Sanada continued. "It's like when Yukimura broke up with me. I didn't know what to do and felt so lost, but then I didn't give up and-"
Niou slammed his palm down on the table. "No, Sanada, you really don't understand," he said. God, if he had to endure yet another long monologue about Yukimura, he was going to lose it. "Not everything is about you and Yukimura."
"I never said it was."
"You should stop before you get too obsessive again or else Yukimura will break things off with you once more."
"I-I'm not obsessive!" shouted Sanada.
Yeah, it was probably about time that he went back to work now before he angered Sanada any more than this. Sanada looked half irritated and half worried about the truth in Niou's words.
Niou figured he might as well attempt to hump his problems away, unfortunately no amount of grinding helped distract him. As the night wore on and he had danced with more people than he could remember (and stolen more than a couple of drinks from the tables he had been entertaining, but no one needed to know that little detail), all he wanted to do was go home and sleep.
Home. It was odd calling it home when he hadn't been back to his own apartment in a few weeks now. He hadn't needed to since Yagyuu's place had had everything he needed, which consisted of a bed and good food. He didn't even want to think about the amount of dust and expired food was waiting for him back at his own place.
Niou had barely finished his dance with a customer when he felt another hand grab his arm.
"I'm coming, calm your-"
Niou turned around and found himself facing Mr. Stick-up-his-ass himself.
"We need to talk," said Yagyuu, still all dressed up and stiff and looking even more out of place than Sanada did. And that was saying something.
"I'm working," said Niou. "Remember? It was you who suggested I get a job in the first place."
Yagyuu was clearly not here for any jokes. He pulled out his wallet and handed Niou a 1000 yen bill. "There, will that buy me some time?" demanded Yagyuu.
Niou raised an eyebrow. "You're awfully cheap today. The guy just now gave me double of that. I think I'll go find him again." Yagyuu grabbed him again before he could leave.
"Fine." Yagyuu thrust a 5000 yen bill into his hands and his hands lay claim to Niou's hips. "I assume that's enough?"
Well money was money. And it would be really shitty of him to refuse to listen to what Yagyuu had to say after he came all this way. Niou told himself that was all it was, not at all because he was secretly hoping for an apology.
…But if Yagyuu did apologize, it would save Niou a huge grocery bill and spare him the hassle of moving all his clothes back to his own apartment…
Yagyuu fell into a slow rhythm that did not at all match the fast beat of the song, all the while keeping a respectable distance from Niou. Was he seriously attempting to do balldancing in a strip club? Either way, he wasn't very good at it.
"I think I owe you an apology," began Yagyuu.
Niou snorted.
Yagyuu tried again, "Okay, I know I owe you an apology. What I said was rude and you certainly do deserve better after we've been… dating for a few months."
Niou nodded. "Yup. Three months and twenty-two days. Sounds about right. Well, that is if you count the fact that we've yet to see each other outside of your apartment and this strip club, because then it doesn't sound like we've been dating at all."
Apparently his bitter tone was much too obvious because it made Yagyuu pause.
"It's been that long," said Yagyuu hesitantly. "So I thought you would understand my position and know that this isn't something I'm comfortable with telling people about yet."
"It's been that long so I thought you would understand how much your secrecy bugs me," countered Niou. He was surprised at how angry his own voice sounded. He hadn't really given this whole thing much thought, but now he realized that yes, it really did bother him. It bothered him a lot that this was all kept completely secret. "If I embarrass you, you should have said so in the first place." This would be a great time for the song to end now, thought Niou.
Yagyuu laughed lightly. "Niou-kun, of course you embarrass me." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're a stripper and a slob and sometimes you push all my wrong buttons and pull me out of my comfort zone."
"I try." Niou almost huffed. Great, so Yagyuu had come all this way to explain exactly why they couldn't date? This was a new one. "And you are a snobbish prude. Your point?"
"You're fun," Yagyuu breathed, "and exciting, and everything I never let myself have."
Yagyuu leaned in and for a second looked ready to kiss him. It was so unexpected that Niou only had the time to turn away, presenting his cheek instead.
"Kissing the strippers is off-limits here," said Niou.
"Ah, sorry," murmured Yagyuu.
The song ended and they both stopped moving. Yagyuu's eyes were shinier than usual; it was the closest Niou had gotten to seeing Yagyuu appear genuinely sad. It took him a good dozen seconds before he let his hands fall back to his sides.
"I'll wait outside until your shift is over," said Yagyuu. Clearly there were things he'd rather say and do in private than on the Imperial Palace's dance floor. He left, leaving Niou staring at his retreating back.
A hand squeezing his ass brought Niou back to reality.
"Bug off," Niou said gratingly as he shrugged the stranger's hand off. The customer actually looked offended but Niou didn't stick around to deal with him.
Niou found Sanada's table again, only this time Sanada was not alone. Yukimura sat on the opposite side. Judging by Sanada's frantic hand motions and Yukimura's amused expression, Sanada was attempting to have a discussion about his many worries. Niou only heard a few sentences.
Sanada's voice reached him first, "-if you think I'm getting too obsessive, just say the word and I'll keep my distance and-"
"When have I ever referred to you as obsessive?" Yukimura asked. "But now that you mention it, your constant presence here is rather…"
Sanada paled, trying and failing to remain calm.
Niou knew he should be apologizing for his bluff at this point, but seeing Sanada in such a frenzy only three days after getting back together with Yukimura was much too fun.
Regardless, Niou had his own problems now. He strode over, pressing himself up next to Sanada.
"Hey, nice to see you again, I need to ask you something," said Niou, patting the taller man's shoulder. He then looked lazily over at Yukimura. "Shouldn't you be working?"
"Shouldn't you?" replied Yukimura.
Niou ignored him, turning back to his good friend Sanada, who was now looking even more irritated than before. "Anyways, so here's the deal," said Niou. "Let's say a guy you've kind of been dating insults you right after you broke up with him, but still wants to stay with you because you are 'exciting', what are you supposed to make of that?" He looked down at the table and saw that Sanada had ordered himself another drink. He blinked at the red-pink cocktail.
"Did you just order a strawberry daiquiri?" said Niou.
Sanada shrugged. "It doesn't taste too bad," he said and muttered something about it being one of Yukimura's favourite drinks. "Wait, you mean that guy Yagyuu? He's dating you because… you're exciting?"
"Good, I'm not the only one who finds Yagyuu's choice of words weird," Niou said. "Though I definitely think your choice of drinks is weird. I let the appletini pass yesterday, but if you keep on ordering things like strawberry daiquiris, then I'm gonna have to pretend that I don't know you."
"Perhaps your boyfriend couldn't think of any other compliments to give you," Yukimura said sweetly.
Niou glared back. "Thanks for your insightful relationship advice," he said sarcastically. "Seeing as how your relationships are so perfect, I knew I could count on you for help, dearest Yukimura-sama. How many guys have you screwed and left again? Oh wait, it doesn't matter because I don't care to hear the opinion of someone who forced my friend to order a revolting strawberry-flavoured abomination."
Sanada started, "Niou…"
"Who I choose to date and sleep with is none of your business," Yukimura replied. "I can't help it if you have no appealing points."
Niou was about to utter a very creative line of swear words at Yukimura when someone was suddenly pulling at his already tight shirt, choking him. Another hand reached out, also grabbing Yukimura by the scruff of his neck.
"Last I checked, you two were still on the clock," said Atobe very dangerously, not loosening his hold on his two employees. "If you two are not off giving clients the best lap-dances of their lives in about three seconds, I'll show you both to the door."
Niou couldn't really argue. Yukimura shot him a final dirty look and they both went off to work.
~o~o~o~
Yagyuu greeted him outside the club with a kiss so forceful it pushed all the air out of Niou's lungs and shoved all his thoughts to the back of his mind. Yagyuu even twined one of their hands together when he finally allowed Niou to have some breathing space.
"How was work?" Yagyuu asked as they started walking back.
"Fine," said Niou, not feeling like recounting all that had happened. "Were you waiting outside the whole time?"
"Of course not," said Yagyuu. "I knew at what time you finished. I went to a coffee shop to wait."
"Ah…"
"While I was there, I called my wife," Yagyuu said idly. "And I told her it was true. That I am dating you, I mean."
Niou stopped walking, forcing Yagyuu to stop as well since their hands were still clutched together. He frowned.
On one hand, this was exactly what Niou had wanted earlier, but now that Yagyuu was freely admitting to dating him… It felt strange. The hand holding especially. Would they have to go out on actual dates now? Their old system had been a comfortable arrangement and he didn't really want that to change, Niou thought. Plus hadn't Niou technically broken up with Yagyuu? Okay, well maybe he hadn't specifically said that he wanted them to break up, but he had strongly implied it when he had left Yagyuu's place that afternoon. Then why was Yagyuu holding his hand?
This was weird.
"I can guess she took it well," Niou said. He pulled his hand away.
"As well as you would expect," said Yagyuu.
"So what now?" Niou imagined Yagyuu's wife screaming about how disgusting they were and how she would never let her son be in Niou's presence ever again.
"She was mostly upset that I didn't tell her I was seeing someone. She was also upset that I didn't tell her I was attracted to men," said Yagyuu. "But she was surprisingly understanding once she calmed down. She now believes our marriage falling apart can be explained thanks to my newly awakened sexual orientation."
Niou snorted and said, "That's optimistic of her." Yagyuu reached for his hand again. Niou stuffed them in his pockets. "And you need to stop it."
Yagyuu looked confused. "Stop what?"
"The hand-holding. You're treating me like a girl."
"No, I'm treating you as the person I'm currently dating."
"Yeah… because I'm 'exciting', right?" said Niou. But really, he didn't understand what Yagyuu meant by that. All Niou ever did was mooch off Yagyuu's food and steal his bed blankets. Niou wasn't sure what part of that was 'exciting'. Yagyuu was just plain odd sometimes.
"You're still angry," stated Yagyuu.
"Gee, you think?"
They reached the building. Niou didn't think he'd be returning to Yagyuu's place so soon, especially not after what had happened this afternoon... but hey, life was full of surprises, right?
Yagyuu pressed the elevator button to head up. "I'm a tad angry over your little stunt earlier as well," said Yagyuu. "I would have liked my wife to find out about us in a better way than a spontaneous kiss."
"We can't have everything we want in life," said Niou with a shrug, entering the elevator. "Besides, angry make-up sex is the best kind of sex."
Yagyuu surprised him by laughing. "Good, I was just thinking about how I would get you to join me in bed tonight," he said and grasped his chin to kiss him breathless again.
Niou didn't hold back this time. He wasn't about to waste this rare moment; it was the first time Yagyuu showed such passionate initiation, especially considering they were not even safely behind closed doors yet. Niou groaned into Yagyuu's mouth, feeling the elevator come to a stop and then Yagyuu's hand curling around his ass and squeezing. Luckily no one else had to use the elevator this late, so the doors shut on them and the elevator stayed put as they shared a few more kisses.
Niou's lower regions were now definitely happy that Yagyuu had apologized. His hand just wasn't a good replacement when it came down to it.
They stumbled into Yagyuu's apartment, their mouths still glued together in a hot and eager embrace. The door slammed shut and Niou felt like he wouldn't mind if Yagyuu pressed him down on the floor and did him on the spot.
When Niou tried remove his shirt, Yagyuu's less fun side showed its face.
"Aren't you going to shower?" Yagyuu asked, his lips red and swollen. "You just came back from work."
"Yeahgyuu, you are completely ruining the purpose of spontaneous rough sex," said Niou with a sigh.
"It's not spontaneous if we both know about it beforehand."
Leave it to Yagyuu to ruin the mood. Niou didn't even know why he bothered trying. His dick deflated like a balloon.
"I can join you in the shower?" suggested Yagyuu. The man was a born compromiser.
"Fine." Niou quickly agreed to it. Mainly because he was not in the mood to argue again, but also because Yagyuu's suggestion held a lot of promise and his cock twitched in hope.
In the washroom, Niou quickly discarded all his clothing, throwing it all haphazardly on the floor and turning on the water. He wouldn't have bothered washing so fast normally but he was pretty sure Yagyuu would refuse to touch him until he washed himself. Niou grabbed the bar of soap immediately upon standing under the shower spray.
Yagyuu took forever to join him. Apparently Yagyuu had neatly folded all his clothes, as well as Niou's clothes. Spontaneous sex was an impossibility with Yagyuu around. Niou had long finished washing by the time Yagyuu joined him, allowing the water to wet his brown hair.
Yagyuu looked completely different with his hair wetted down and out of its usual arrangement. His eyes were clearly visible without his glasses, giving them a much more intense look.
"Took you long enough," said Niou.
"If you hadn't left all your clothes everywhere, then I would've been in here sooner," replied Yagyuu. "And why is the water so cold?" He shivered, reaching for the dial and turning it more towards the red. Niou yelped.
"Hey, that's too hot!" Niou roughly lowered the water's temperature again.
Yagyuu frowned and stood out of the water's way. "How can you stand such cold water?"
"Shut up, I like it like this and I'm saving you money on the water bill," said Niou. "If you don't like it, then leave."
Yagyuu actually did leave. Niou slammed his head against the tiles on the wall. Why was Yagyuu being so damn difficult? When Niou left the shower with a towel wrapped around his hips, Yagyuu stepped in and turned on the boiling water.
Fine. If Yagyuu wanted to cook himself in the shower, then so be it.
Damn, nothing was worst than getting your hopes up and then having it shattered, thought Niou. So much for the spontaneous angry sex or the shower sex. At this rate he would be lucky to get any sex at all.
Niou found himself in the bedroom, lying himself down on the wide crisp-white bed. His wet hair sank water into the pillow. Normally he would be tired from a work shift filled with dancing, but all his nerves were tight with anticipation at the moment.
Unfortunately, Niou could still hear the shower running.
His hand snaked lower, cupping himself through the towel and then removing it completely. His other hand sightlessly sought out the bottle he knew was hidden in the bedside drawer. And here he had thought he wouldn't have to enlist in his hand's help tonight.
Just for a bit, Niou thought and rubbed along his smooth tip. His cock already felt exhausted from going through the cycle multiple times in the last hour only to have sunken down in disappointment. It didn't help that Niou wished it was someone else's hand doing this. His cock rose slowly, giving in to the quick strokes of his fingers.
His whole body felt like a tight string waiting to snap, yet his climax felt unobtainable. He knew what he wanted and his hand was not it. He heard the door swing open and his eyes looked up, lidded with desire.
Yagyuu was there, in nothing but his bathrobe, his glasses removed and his hair tousled from the shower. He squinted at the sight before him.
"Enjoying the show?" Niou asked. His hand stopped despite his body's protests. Yagyuu edged closer, standing near the foot of the bed.
"Very much," Yagyuu said honestly. "Don't stop on my account."
Niou didn't stop. He spread his legs wider still. This time he sucked on two of his fingers as his other hand diligently resumed the task of stroking him. Once they were amply wet, he trailed them lower, letting them flitter around his entrance.
He watched Yagyuu as he sunk his first finger inside. Yagyuu gave a barely audible groan at the sight, watching the finger push in deeper as if he were mesmerized by the sight. Niou moaned at the simple thought of Yagyuu watching his every motion with such care. He rubbed the seeping pre-come around his dick and gasped as he sank a second finger into himself.
Yagyuu sighed softly, pushing the material of his bathrobe to the side and grasping his own cock. "Niou…kun…" he whispered.
Niou threw his head back, groaning. He stared at Yagyuu, at those hands stroking his cock almost meekly. Niou popped his own fingers out of his ass, bringing them up to play with his balls.
"I want to fuck you, Yagyuu," Niou said.
Yagyuu stopped, appearing to consider it for a few seconds and then resumed stroking. His dick glistened at the tip.
"You'd let me, right?" Niou asked. It wouldn't be the first time he asked. Yagyuu had said no before or had changed the subject without giving an answer. The fact that Yagyuu was even considering it was a good sign. "I'll take it slow. I promise to make you feel good. It would be your first time, right Yagyuu?"
"Niou-kun…" moaned Yagyuu. He didn't answer but he didn't protest either when Niou took his hand and pushed him back against the bed. Niou kissed him, long and deep, feeling Yagyuu steal his breath and then Niou taking it right back. Yagyuu's robe fell open, leaving Niou free to openly caress Yagyuu's body with his fingers.
Niou scratched a nail down on Yagyuu's nipple. "Well?" he asked, looking up at Yagyuu. "What will it be?"
Yagyuu stared at him through half-lidded eyes. Niou half expected Yagyuu to mutter an excuse, distract him with something else or just outright refuse him. Even if he had expected it, Niou was still disappointed when Yagyuu looked away and pushed him off.
What he didn't expect was to be pushed away so that Yagyuu could turn around and get on all fours. Niou gaped openly, seeing Yagyuu blush pink despite his rather stubborn expression.
"I'll change my mind if you're just going to sit there with your mouth open, Niou-kun," warned Yagyuu.
Niou would have kissed him right away if Yagyuu wasn't turned around and glaring down at the bedsheets. Niou sat behind him, running his hands up Yagyuu's thighs, feeling the muscles under the skin clenching in response. Niou stroked a single finger down Yagyuu's spine, roaming it right down to the pucker of Yagyuu's ass.
Yagyuu made an surprised sound. "Don't tease me," he hissed.
"You're too tense," said Niou. "We can't do this if you're this uptight." He stroked his hands up and down along Yagyuu's hips, moving up to knead and massage his buttocks. "Just relax. I won't hurt you." He wished he could turn Yagyuu around and see that embarrassed face, but Niou knew this was the best he was going to get. He reached for the bottle of lubricant.
Yagyuu didn't relax. Niou played with the bottle cap, his other hand running lazy circles along Yagyuu's butt cheek, but still Yagyuu remained tightly strung. Niou contemplated his situation and somehow decided that his next course of action would be to tease the little pucker. With his tongue.
Yagyuu's indignant yelp was all too predictable. Yagyuu craned his head back, his eyes widening when he realized that the slimy hot thing he had felt against his most private place was indeed Niou's tongue. Yagyuu's stomach flipped at the simple thought of how dirty the action was.
"Don't do that," Yagyuu said, much more flustered than usual.
Niou nipped the skin along his entrance. "I'll stop when you relax a bit."
Yagyuu did relax… somewhat. Enough for Niou to stick one slick finger inside him at least. Niou stared at the back of Yagyuu's head, waiting for him to protest and back out. But Yagyuu didn't say a word, not a single groan or complaint, not even when Niou scissored a second finger inside.
He could sense Yagyuu's every breath, could feel every tight clench around his fingers. Niou wished Yagyuu would at least say something, anything but those rhythmic inhales and exhales. He couldn't even see Yagyuu's face… only his sweat-slickened back and tense muscles. It was only when Niou nudged a third finger in that Yagyuu reacted with the smallest of gasps.
"Talk to me," said Niou, kissing his lower back. "How is it?"
"It's… hard to say," said Yagyuu, strangled. The word full came to mind. It hurt when Niou pushed in and craned his fingers in wild directions, but the slide out was smoother and sometimes brushed against the nice spot inside him. He didn't realize how much he really wanted Niou inside him until his fingers were pulling out, making way for something bigger. He could hear the condom package tearing and again the sound of the bottle cap flipping open.
Niou breathed heavily, slicking his dick with easy pumps. God, this was so hot. Yagyuu was so hot. The fact that Niou had waited so long for this made it all sweeter. Forget this morning's fight and the bickering in the shower; he really needed to get his dick inside of Yagyuu before he exploded.
"Don't move," said Niou hoarsely. He only slipped the tip inside and already he knew he wasn't going to last long, which really kind of sucked because he had spend such a long time trying to get himself into Yagyuu's ass and now that he was finally in it would be over so quickly.
Yagyuu shuddered. God, he thought he had been full before… that was nothing compared to now. Every centimeter that pushed inside him made him bite his lip harder. It was supposed to hurt and stretch him unbearably, but Yagyuu could only think of hot and full, too full and the way Niou panted against his back. And then Niou moved and Yagyuu's moans filled the room. Yagyuu vaguely thought that he wasn't supposed to feel this good on his first time... it was like Niou was specially curved to fit inside him all the while rubbing against his good spots. Yagyuu felt Niou smirk against his back.
"I told you I'd make it good," Niou said. "Ahh, I want to see your face next time, Yeahgyuu. I want to see the face you make when you take my cock."
Yagyuu very nearly swore. Niou pounded into him hard and what came out of Yagyuu's mouth sounded like a distorted version of Niou's name. Niou's thrusts continued without cease and Yagyuu choked on air and chanted Niou's name some more. He could only think that Niou really needed to continue because this was really good and Yagyuu could feel his cock leaking all over the sheets, but then Niou instantly saw to that problem by fingering his slit and it resulted in the clumsiest, most amazing sensation.
Niou's hand came back wet. Yagyuu was leaking pre-come like a broken faucet. "You're so wet," Niou murmured against Yagyuu's shoulder. He grazed his teeth along the skin there and continued thrusting his cock through the multiple shudders wracking through Yagyuu. He kept on hitting that spot, his cock curling up on that bundle of nerves and every time he pushed back in, Yagyuu choked and clenched and oozed all over his hand.
Yagyuu reached back, his fingers digging into Niou's hips. "T-There…!" Yagyuu said. "Keep going."
Damn. Niou bit his lip until it hurt, hoping to divert his attention away from the irresistible sight underneath him. He was on the brink of losing it. He stroked Yagyuu's dick harder, his hand as jerky as the movement of his hips. Niou knew he couldn't hold off for much longer, not with the way Yagyuu was grinding back like he couldn't get enough of his cock.
Yagyuu arched with a cry, tilting his head just enough to look at Niou. Niou snapped his hips as far as they could go and took Yagyuu's lips in a sloppy over-the-shoulder kiss. Yagyuu bucked into Niou's hand and then his arms gave way, pushing his whole upper body against the bed as his orgasm wracked through him and soaked Niou's hand.
"Fuck," Niou swore and allowed himself to let go as well. He imagined that he was filling Yagyuu to the brink with his hot seed as he shot off into the condom. He collapsed on top of Yagyuu, shaking through his final spurts.
The room reeked of sweat and sex. It was intoxicating. Niou rolled to Yagyuu's side, slipping his arms around the brunet's waist and slipping his dick out of him. He kissed Yagyuu's shoulder and heard Yagyuu respond with a sigh.
"See, I told you it wouldn't hurt," Niou said, boasting just a little bit. "I'm not an expert or anything, but I'm a million percent sure you enjoyed that."
Yagyuu turned to face him and kissed Niou's cheek tenderly. "Hm, I was more of less ready for the sensation," said Yagyuu. "Even if I had only practiced with two fingers previously."
Niou felt his brain short circuit and his softened cock twitched at those words. "You practiced?" he squeaked out, looking at Yagyuu with bewilderment. It took no effort to imagine Yagyuu laid out on his back, pressing two of his own fingers into himself.
Yagyuu nodded.
"When did that happen and where was I?" demanded Niou.
"Ah, you were at work," said Yagyuu. "You had mentioned taking me a few times in the past so I thought I would take precautions by practicing beforehand."
Niou groaned, putting his head back down on the pillow. "Stop, don't say anything more, or else I'll have to go to the bathroom and take care of myself." He laughed at himself a bit. Of course Yagyuu masturbated. It was only normal. "And here I thought all you did when you were at home all alone was work like the good old prude you are."
"Well, I do get some work done as well," said Yagyuu, as if eager to salvage his dignity.
"Good, that sounds more like the Yeahgyuu I know. Doing work and making phone calls and writing paper work… and… Wait, what do you do for a living?"
Yagyuu looked insulted that Niou didn't know the answer to that.
"Hospital director and surgeon," Yagyuu said grimly.
"Hey, don't be insulted. It's not like you know what school I go to or which Kamen Rider is my favourite," said Niou. "But seriously, a doctor? Should I start addressing you as Doctor Yagyuu?"
"I'd rather you didn't. That's my work name," said Yagyuu.
Niou hummed and, like any sane human being would, began to think of various kinky doctor scenarios in his head. He was tired and sated and Yagyuu was nice and warm against him. Yagyuu said some more things, about his job and his family and Niou listened at first and then before he knew it, he was dozing off. The last thing he felt before he succumbed to sleep was the feeling of Yagyuu's lips kissing his forehead.
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