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meruhentitle: Asking Questions
character(s)/pairing(s): Yanagi, Yukimura, Atobe; Atobe/Yukimura, implied Niou/Yagyuu, others
wordcount: 1956
notes/summary: Set in Traditions verse.
Atobe smirks and brushes his fingers across the blindfold covering Yukimura's eyes. "Does it drive him crazy to be unable to see?" he asks. His question isn't directed at Yukimura, but at Yanagi, situated in a chair across from the bed, able to see everything and unable to do anything.
"Such a thing has never come up in-" Yanagi begins, only to be cut off by Atobe, raising an eyebrow at him in disbelief.
"I've never known him to enjoy it. You can add that to your data."
It's frustrating to be doing this with people who rarely showed emotion, Atobe thinks, watching Yanagi's face. His expression doesn't change at all and even his eyes don't flicker open in surprise or shock. But he's only getting started; there will be more things.
"None of you have had sex with each other, have you?" Atobe asks. It's a demand, voiced in a question, but Yanagi makes no sound, seems not to react to it. Yukimura doesn't either. "Hardly surprising; after being in our beds, no one will ever compare. It'll be a shame for you to have to give this up after high school."
Yukimura makes a sound, a startled noise almost like a muffled snort, and Atobe tugs on his hair, just enough to pull Yukimura's head back, make him remember who is in charge. "I didn't say you could talk, Seiichi. I do understand that the thought of losing this is enough to devastate anyone, but that doesn't mean you can talk."
"Well, Yanagi?" Atobe's lips curl. "I mean Renji. Have you had sex with any of them on the team? Has Seiichi?"
Yanagi's eyes are open now, although he is staring at Yukimura. It takes a moment for him to respond and Atobe is about to ask his question a third time, something which is almost infuriating, when Yanagi speaks. "I do not have any knowledge of the team having sex with each other." It would be too much; there is already enough strain amongst all of them, they don't need more sex. If any of them seek out the others it's for the odd comfort taken in being together. But Atobe doesn't need to know that.
"You should ask your Doubles players, the wild ones," Atobe tells him, "they've had sex with each other."
It's subtle, but Atobe catches it: Yanagi's eyes flick from Yukimura to him, surprise lingering in them for just one slight moment. It disappears just as quickly as it appeared and then Yanagi's eyes are closing once again. "Oh?" he asks, his voice soft and pleasant; they could be somewhere else, casual acquaintances bumping into each other. Yanagi knows very well that Niou and Yagyuu have slept together; it's not something normally discussed, but it's one of the ways they've dealt with what is going on. All of them have their own ways.
But for Atobe to know - that's something he wasn't aware of.
Atobe's fingers are still tangled in Yukimura's hair, the body beneath his still, the edges of tension making his muscles stiff.
"But they're hardly the important ones," Atobe continues. He releases Yukimura's hair, running a finger down his face, to his lips. "The ones I care about are here in the room."
Silence settles over them while Atobe concentrates on Yukimura for the moment, scraping his nail over Yukimura's lip. Yanagi stays silent, trying his hardest not to think. It's easy, for the most part.
"You don't know how your captain tastes, do you?" Atobe asks, suddenly but not entirely unexpectedly. "How he kisses?"
There is no reply forthcoming; when Atobe glances at Yanagi, eyes sharp and something close to a frown marring his face, Yanagi is hasty to respond. "No," he says, softly. Yukimura jerks next to Atobe and curls his hands into the sheets.
"I can't offer you a taste, I'm afraid. But open your eyes, so you can see how he does kiss," Atobe murmurs. He expects his demands to be obeyed without hesitation; he simply turns his face and presses his lips to Yukimura's, taking what is his for the right, offering nothing in return. He rarely kisses them, but it's fitting tonight, with someone else watching. Yukimura takes a moment to open his mouth, like Atobe wants, but does eventually. He resists some, always, at the beginning; it's part of their game.
"So what does he think about us?" Atobe asks, pulling away from Yukimura. He reaches for his hand, tangled in the sheets, and guides it to his lap; Yukimura knows what to do. And even when Yukimura tries to pull his hand back, jerking away as though he doesn't want this, Atobe simply presses a little firmer, feeling Yukimura's palm against his cock.
Yanagi isn't watching, however.
Atobe clears his throat, expecting Yanagi to turn back to him and is quite pleased when his unspoken order is obeyed. There is even an answer to his question on the tip of Yanagi's tongue. "We don't discuss these times with each other-"
Atobe snorts.
"-other than to get basic information and learn what... pleases." Not for the first time, Yanagi is glad he has an easy time of keeping emotions off his face and his tone even. Those are hard words to get out. And the look on Yukimura's face, even without seeing his eyes, is enough to make Yanagi glad Atobe is paying attention to him; there would be serious repercussions if Atobe were to see Yukimura's face.
"You're trembling," Atobe murmurs and Yanagi instinctively clenches his hands into fists. "Don't like watching? Or like it too much?"
Yukimura's hand is wrapped tightly around Atobe's cock, not tightly enough to hurt but Atobe can feel the power in those fingers; his strokes are stiff, jerky - like normal for him and it amuses Atobe to know not even having one of his teammates in the room can change Yukimura. But he pauses for a second when Atobe voices his question and it's something of a change. Maybe he'll do this with others, Atobe thinks; see how Yukimura reacts to each of them.
"Don't worry, you don't have to admit to such a thing," Atobe reassures Yanagi, his tone slightly mocking. "I'm sure dear Seiichi wouldn't want to have his illusions shattered, that he's something more than just a pretty whore."
There is a quickly strangled sound from Yanagi and Yukimura's fingers squeeze around Atobe's cock, his lips twisting into something like a smile but more sinister; it looks almost like the smile Yukimura wears on the courts. Atobe's glee rises, even if the fingers are too tight around him. He's gotten to both of them with a few words, something he wasn't expecting.
Yanagi has his eyes closed when Atobe looks over at him; although he knows Yanagi is perfectly aware of everything going on, he wants the boy to see what's going on with his eyes wide open. And he has to get back at Yukimura for the too tight hand, but that will come.
Atobe tugs Yukimura's hand away, pushing him over, onto all fours and moving behind him. Yukimura moves instinctively; it's been too many times to count since this first began and he knows the drill, perhaps better than any of them. The blindfold is also removed, tossed to the side and Yukimura is left blinking at the sudden harsh light
"Open your eyes, Renji," Atobe demands and Yanagi almost expects to hear the snap of his fingers following that command. He doesn't but that doesn't lessen the order at all. Yanagi obediently opens his eyes, although he fixes them somewhere above Yukimura's body and beneath Atobe's eyes. "You wouldn't want to miss how dear, dear Seiichi looks when he's being fucked, would you?"
It's a prelude to what is to come and Yukimura knows it, but has little chance to react as Atobe pushes inside, no preparation or warning; there's not even time to adjust to his size before Atobe is moving, deep thrusts of the hips that send Yukimura rocking forward. He rests his head on the bed for a moment, but then Atobe's hands are in his hair, jerking his head up and he can't help but stare at Yanagi. He closes his eyes out of spite, just to foil Atobe's idea. It doesn't matter though, Yukimura is far too aware of the
There is little that can make Yanagi lose his cool, and it's a rare rare event that can force his mind into operating purely on instinct and ignoring the desire for more information. This is almost one of those moments, because looking at Yukimura, his head tilted back and throat bare, sweat gleaming on his chest, is too enticing. But there is a part of his brain that has been eager for this, wants to know; it's the greedy part of his mind, constantly craving information, that takes over, studies and analyses on the fly.
He lets it because to give into the other part of his mind, the part that is almost even with the rest of the team - the rest of the school - and is half in love with Yukimura, is not the part he needs out right now.
"I know you have your eyes closed, Seiichi, and that's okay. Renji is watching, still. Do you wonder what he's thinking, watching you get fucked like this? Wonder if this is going in his data collection?" Atobe's lips curl into an amused smirk. "But you aren't the important one right now, are you? You never are."
Yukimura stiffens a little, clenches around Atobe, and Atobe only laugh, places a condescending hand on Yukimura's shoulder that also serves to remind Yukimura who is in charge. "He feels amazing," he continues, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips and a slight groan. "Tight and hot, still, after all of this. All that grace he has on the courts translates well to the bed."
Yanagi doesn't want to know this, tells himself he doesn't care at all and he won't remember it; but the same mind that has served him so well during years of tennis, betrays him: the room is suddenly the court and he can see Yukimura on it, all lean grace and tightly controlled power, devastating and fascinating, and it's suddenly hard to breathe. He's hard and he hasn't even been touched: it's almost shameful, but this is Yukimura.
He can't help it.
Atobe chuckles knowingly. "Open your eyes, Seiichi," he demands and his fingers twist in Yukimura's hair, yanking harder. "Let Renji see what you look like when you come." Atobe speeds up his thrusts, the only sounds in the room the slapping of his balls against Yukimura's ass and the heavy breathing from all three of them. The air smells like sex, with something cloying underneath it that Yanagi can't identify, but it threatens to make him sick. Atobe's hand slips around to jerk Yukimura off, an action that makes Yukimura's eyes widen with surprise for a split second.
Yukimura comes moments later and it must trigger something for Atobe, because he thrusts one last time, hard enough to jolt Yukimura and the bed, and groans, quite loudly - almost ostentatiously, but Yanagi puts that down to showing off. Yanagi doesn't care. He's trembling; his dick is still hard, hard enough that he's afraid to move for fear of coming, but none of that matters anymore. Yukimura's eyes have him pinned to his spot and his mind works only on auto-pilot.
His eyes are dead, Yanagi thinks, only to realize it's not true; they're dead on the surface, but what burns beneath that threatens to destroy them all.
character(s)/pairing(s): Yanagi, Yukimura, Atobe; Atobe/Yukimura, implied Niou/Yagyuu, others
wordcount: 1956
notes/summary: Set in Traditions verse.
Atobe smirks and brushes his fingers across the blindfold covering Yukimura's eyes. "Does it drive him crazy to be unable to see?" he asks. His question isn't directed at Yukimura, but at Yanagi, situated in a chair across from the bed, able to see everything and unable to do anything.
"Such a thing has never come up in-" Yanagi begins, only to be cut off by Atobe, raising an eyebrow at him in disbelief.
"I've never known him to enjoy it. You can add that to your data."
It's frustrating to be doing this with people who rarely showed emotion, Atobe thinks, watching Yanagi's face. His expression doesn't change at all and even his eyes don't flicker open in surprise or shock. But he's only getting started; there will be more things.
"None of you have had sex with each other, have you?" Atobe asks. It's a demand, voiced in a question, but Yanagi makes no sound, seems not to react to it. Yukimura doesn't either. "Hardly surprising; after being in our beds, no one will ever compare. It'll be a shame for you to have to give this up after high school."
Yukimura makes a sound, a startled noise almost like a muffled snort, and Atobe tugs on his hair, just enough to pull Yukimura's head back, make him remember who is in charge. "I didn't say you could talk, Seiichi. I do understand that the thought of losing this is enough to devastate anyone, but that doesn't mean you can talk."
"Well, Yanagi?" Atobe's lips curl. "I mean Renji. Have you had sex with any of them on the team? Has Seiichi?"
Yanagi's eyes are open now, although he is staring at Yukimura. It takes a moment for him to respond and Atobe is about to ask his question a third time, something which is almost infuriating, when Yanagi speaks. "I do not have any knowledge of the team having sex with each other." It would be too much; there is already enough strain amongst all of them, they don't need more sex. If any of them seek out the others it's for the odd comfort taken in being together. But Atobe doesn't need to know that.
"You should ask your Doubles players, the wild ones," Atobe tells him, "they've had sex with each other."
It's subtle, but Atobe catches it: Yanagi's eyes flick from Yukimura to him, surprise lingering in them for just one slight moment. It disappears just as quickly as it appeared and then Yanagi's eyes are closing once again. "Oh?" he asks, his voice soft and pleasant; they could be somewhere else, casual acquaintances bumping into each other. Yanagi knows very well that Niou and Yagyuu have slept together; it's not something normally discussed, but it's one of the ways they've dealt with what is going on. All of them have their own ways.
But for Atobe to know - that's something he wasn't aware of.
Atobe's fingers are still tangled in Yukimura's hair, the body beneath his still, the edges of tension making his muscles stiff.
"But they're hardly the important ones," Atobe continues. He releases Yukimura's hair, running a finger down his face, to his lips. "The ones I care about are here in the room."
Silence settles over them while Atobe concentrates on Yukimura for the moment, scraping his nail over Yukimura's lip. Yanagi stays silent, trying his hardest not to think. It's easy, for the most part.
"You don't know how your captain tastes, do you?" Atobe asks, suddenly but not entirely unexpectedly. "How he kisses?"
There is no reply forthcoming; when Atobe glances at Yanagi, eyes sharp and something close to a frown marring his face, Yanagi is hasty to respond. "No," he says, softly. Yukimura jerks next to Atobe and curls his hands into the sheets.
"I can't offer you a taste, I'm afraid. But open your eyes, so you can see how he does kiss," Atobe murmurs. He expects his demands to be obeyed without hesitation; he simply turns his face and presses his lips to Yukimura's, taking what is his for the right, offering nothing in return. He rarely kisses them, but it's fitting tonight, with someone else watching. Yukimura takes a moment to open his mouth, like Atobe wants, but does eventually. He resists some, always, at the beginning; it's part of their game.
"So what does he think about us?" Atobe asks, pulling away from Yukimura. He reaches for his hand, tangled in the sheets, and guides it to his lap; Yukimura knows what to do. And even when Yukimura tries to pull his hand back, jerking away as though he doesn't want this, Atobe simply presses a little firmer, feeling Yukimura's palm against his cock.
Yanagi isn't watching, however.
Atobe clears his throat, expecting Yanagi to turn back to him and is quite pleased when his unspoken order is obeyed. There is even an answer to his question on the tip of Yanagi's tongue. "We don't discuss these times with each other-"
Atobe snorts.
"-other than to get basic information and learn what... pleases." Not for the first time, Yanagi is glad he has an easy time of keeping emotions off his face and his tone even. Those are hard words to get out. And the look on Yukimura's face, even without seeing his eyes, is enough to make Yanagi glad Atobe is paying attention to him; there would be serious repercussions if Atobe were to see Yukimura's face.
"You're trembling," Atobe murmurs and Yanagi instinctively clenches his hands into fists. "Don't like watching? Or like it too much?"
Yukimura's hand is wrapped tightly around Atobe's cock, not tightly enough to hurt but Atobe can feel the power in those fingers; his strokes are stiff, jerky - like normal for him and it amuses Atobe to know not even having one of his teammates in the room can change Yukimura. But he pauses for a second when Atobe voices his question and it's something of a change. Maybe he'll do this with others, Atobe thinks; see how Yukimura reacts to each of them.
"Don't worry, you don't have to admit to such a thing," Atobe reassures Yanagi, his tone slightly mocking. "I'm sure dear Seiichi wouldn't want to have his illusions shattered, that he's something more than just a pretty whore."
There is a quickly strangled sound from Yanagi and Yukimura's fingers squeeze around Atobe's cock, his lips twisting into something like a smile but more sinister; it looks almost like the smile Yukimura wears on the courts. Atobe's glee rises, even if the fingers are too tight around him. He's gotten to both of them with a few words, something he wasn't expecting.
Yanagi has his eyes closed when Atobe looks over at him; although he knows Yanagi is perfectly aware of everything going on, he wants the boy to see what's going on with his eyes wide open. And he has to get back at Yukimura for the too tight hand, but that will come.
Atobe tugs Yukimura's hand away, pushing him over, onto all fours and moving behind him. Yukimura moves instinctively; it's been too many times to count since this first began and he knows the drill, perhaps better than any of them. The blindfold is also removed, tossed to the side and Yukimura is left blinking at the sudden harsh light
"Open your eyes, Renji," Atobe demands and Yanagi almost expects to hear the snap of his fingers following that command. He doesn't but that doesn't lessen the order at all. Yanagi obediently opens his eyes, although he fixes them somewhere above Yukimura's body and beneath Atobe's eyes. "You wouldn't want to miss how dear, dear Seiichi looks when he's being fucked, would you?"
It's a prelude to what is to come and Yukimura knows it, but has little chance to react as Atobe pushes inside, no preparation or warning; there's not even time to adjust to his size before Atobe is moving, deep thrusts of the hips that send Yukimura rocking forward. He rests his head on the bed for a moment, but then Atobe's hands are in his hair, jerking his head up and he can't help but stare at Yanagi. He closes his eyes out of spite, just to foil Atobe's idea. It doesn't matter though, Yukimura is far too aware of the
There is little that can make Yanagi lose his cool, and it's a rare rare event that can force his mind into operating purely on instinct and ignoring the desire for more information. This is almost one of those moments, because looking at Yukimura, his head tilted back and throat bare, sweat gleaming on his chest, is too enticing. But there is a part of his brain that has been eager for this, wants to know; it's the greedy part of his mind, constantly craving information, that takes over, studies and analyses on the fly.
He lets it because to give into the other part of his mind, the part that is almost even with the rest of the team - the rest of the school - and is half in love with Yukimura, is not the part he needs out right now.
"I know you have your eyes closed, Seiichi, and that's okay. Renji is watching, still. Do you wonder what he's thinking, watching you get fucked like this? Wonder if this is going in his data collection?" Atobe's lips curl into an amused smirk. "But you aren't the important one right now, are you? You never are."
Yukimura stiffens a little, clenches around Atobe, and Atobe only laugh, places a condescending hand on Yukimura's shoulder that also serves to remind Yukimura who is in charge. "He feels amazing," he continues, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips and a slight groan. "Tight and hot, still, after all of this. All that grace he has on the courts translates well to the bed."
Yanagi doesn't want to know this, tells himself he doesn't care at all and he won't remember it; but the same mind that has served him so well during years of tennis, betrays him: the room is suddenly the court and he can see Yukimura on it, all lean grace and tightly controlled power, devastating and fascinating, and it's suddenly hard to breathe. He's hard and he hasn't even been touched: it's almost shameful, but this is Yukimura.
He can't help it.
Atobe chuckles knowingly. "Open your eyes, Seiichi," he demands and his fingers twist in Yukimura's hair, yanking harder. "Let Renji see what you look like when you come." Atobe speeds up his thrusts, the only sounds in the room the slapping of his balls against Yukimura's ass and the heavy breathing from all three of them. The air smells like sex, with something cloying underneath it that Yanagi can't identify, but it threatens to make him sick. Atobe's hand slips around to jerk Yukimura off, an action that makes Yukimura's eyes widen with surprise for a split second.
Yukimura comes moments later and it must trigger something for Atobe, because he thrusts one last time, hard enough to jolt Yukimura and the bed, and groans, quite loudly - almost ostentatiously, but Yanagi puts that down to showing off. Yanagi doesn't care. He's trembling; his dick is still hard, hard enough that he's afraid to move for fear of coming, but none of that matters anymore. Yukimura's eyes have him pinned to his spot and his mind works only on auto-pilot.
His eyes are dead, Yanagi thinks, only to realize it's not true; they're dead on the surface, but what burns beneath that threatens to destroy them all.
