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title: Following Orders
author: Kat8Cha
theme#: #14, Master
PG-13, mostly teasing/innuendo, mentions of toys, past mentions of non-con.
disclaimer: I don't own prince of tennis. It belongs to Konomi.
A/N: Prince of Tennis fandom, pairing = Yukimura/Fuji
summary: Fuji waits for Yukimura in a coffee shop, and they have a civil discussion.
Yukimura smiled as he walked into the small café. It was easy to give off an air of innocence and trust worthiness that made people fall to his feet. Too easy, and often quite fun. What was more fun though was breaking people of that trust, watching as their basic conceptions were twisted in front of them. It was also fun to play with those who knew better, simply because they knew they should run but couldn’t. Much like his favorite pet. Walking towards a small, secluded table by the windows Yukimura smiled as he spotted the back of Fuji’s head. While his kitten would prefer to sit facing the door Yukimura had ordered him not to. It was always nice to see his orders obeyed.
Silently Yukimura approached Fuji’s back, noting the others tense shoulders. It should have been forty minutes since the other’s arrival, Yukimura wondered if he’d been this tense the whole time. He smirked, how uncomfortable. “Hello Fuji-kun.” Yukimura purred in Fuji’s ear, enjoying the way the other twitched. “How has your day been?”
Fuji gritted his teeth, hands tightening around a chilled glass of tea. “It was going very well until I received your call.” Fuji shifted on the chair, smiling sweetly down at the table. It had been a month since Yukimura had last called him out to be played with; Fuji had assumed that the other was too entranced with his new bendy play toy to remember him. He denied any feeling of desertion at such a thought.
Yukimura circled around and sat on the other side of the table. “Hmm. I see you followed my orders to come here and how to sit, but did you follow the rest of my request?” Fuji’s mouth tightened around the edges and a small flush rose in his cheeks. Yukimura felt his smile become even sweeter. Oh, the joys of a well trained pet. “Hmm, I’m going to make a quick phone call then.” Yukimura opened up his cell phone, pressing speed dial. Fuji’s own phone rang and Fuji flipped it open. “Now put your phone down on the table Fuji-kun.” Fuji set the phone down, squirming slightly. Yukimura smirked, the joys of the modern sex toy. Yukimura placed his own phone on the table, fingers hovering over the dial pad. “My... I’ve never seen you put in a toy so willingly Fuji-kun.” Yukimura’s sharp eyes caught and held Fuji’s gaze before the other could look guiltily away.
“If I hadn’t you’d have done worse.” Fuji couldn’t help staring into Yukimura’s dark blue depths. Eyes that seemed to go on forever sometimes. Yukimura smirked a little, pulling Fuji’s ice coffee over and sipping the bitter liquid.
“I would have.” He smiled, leaning to nuzzle Fuji’s ear. “I would have taken your phone, turned it on vibrate, and shoved it up your ass. Then I’d have called you.” Yukimura tapped the pound key on his phone, which turned the power of the vibrating buttplug in Fuji’s ass up just a smidge. The flush on his pets face increased sweetly and Yukimura kissed one cheek lightly. “Then I would have taken pictures and sent them to everyone in your address book. Pictures of a cum covered, debauched and bloody Fuji Syuusuke. I wonder how many people would orgasm at the sight.” Yukimura knew he would. There was nothing he loved more then breaking Fuji down. The other would get right back up and back in the saddle though.
Which just meant Yukimura could do it again and again.
Hitting the pound key another time Yukimura sat back, watching Fuji shiver a little in satisfaction. “How have you kept yourself occupied while I was away Fuji-kun?” Yukimura placed his elbows on the table, leaning forward and placing his chin to rest on his hands. “None of the usual stuff, you know what I want to hear about.” Fuji took a deep breath, looking at the table.
“I was relieved when you didn’t come back. My body healed.” Yukimura’s last play date with Fuji had left the other bruised and with more then a few wounds. “I was unsettled but I didn’t start to...” Fuji colored. “I didn’t...” Yukimura smiled and tapped the pound key.
“Didn’t what?”
“P-playing with myself...” Fuji bit his lip. “ . . . For over a month. I-I used some of the toy’s you left behind.”
“Which one’s?” Yukimura fished an ice cube out of Fuji’s coffee, pressing it against the others lips. Opening his mouth, Fuji sucked the ice cube in, licking over Yukimura’s fingers for a brief second before they were pulled away. Yukimura noted the brief look of loss on Fuji’s face. Ah, and to think Yukimura had thought about just scrapping this portion of the evening and just taking him. No, Fuji should learn to yearn for his master’s touches, and to work for them like any good pet. He doubted Fuji would loose his appeal even after learning his place.
“The anal beads, the black strand.” Fuji’s eyes were beginning plead with him, as they always had. It was what drew him to Fuji in the first place. The other *begged* to be hurt. “I put them in me for a whole day a few times.” Yukimura leaned close, cupping Fuji’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the other’s lips.
“And no one paid attention to that?” He asked softly. Fuji’s skin was burning under his hand, the flush hot on Fuji’s cheeks. At another table, two women were staring at them and whispering behind their hands. “Someone’s paying attention to you now.” Fuji’s blush drained from his face, leaving the other his normal pale shade. “Aren’t you proud?” Yukimura pressed his thumb against Fuji’s mouth, pressing it into the other’s mouth. Fuji opened his lips, sucking on the digit, rolling his tongue over it. Yukimura trapped Fuji’s tongue under his thumb, pinning it to the bottom of the other’s mouth. “Now Fuji-kun,” Yukimura tapped on the cell phone again, turning it up a notch. Fuji moaned around his thumb, eyelids fluttering. “We should talk about your refusal to call me Master.” Fuji’s eyes opened to stare at Yukimura in surprise and slipping another finger into Fuji’s mouth Yukimura pinched the other’s tongue sharply.
“You would always say ‘no’ Fuji-kun.” Yukimura tugged Fuji’s tongue out of his mouth, using it as a leash to tug the other closer to him. Several other people were staring and one of the register boys looked ready to call his manager. “Are you ready to start saying ‘yes’?” Fuji’s hands rested on the table, half propping himself up as he was tugged halfway across the table. Slowly, he nodded.
Yukimura let go of Fuji’s tongue, leaning forward and harshly kissing the other, biting at his lips and pressing against Fuji’s mouth hard enough to bruise. There was a cough heard and Yukimura pulled away, enjoying the high flush on Fuji’s cheeks and his puffy lips. He turned his head, giving the manager a cool look.
“Please leave if you’re going to do that.” The manager, a slightly overweight man stated. Smiling Yukimura tilted his head at the man as he stared at them furiously red.
“Did you like what you saw?” He questioned sweetly, watching as the manager’s face colored more.
“Leave!” Yukimura laughed lightly and left the table. Fuji stood, following a little behind as Yukimura left the café.
“So Fuji-kun,” Yukimura wrapped an arm loosely around Fuji’s waist. “Let’s go back to my house.”
“Yes... master.” Fuji agreed softly and Yukimura’s smile grew. Winning always tasted so sweet.
author: Kat8Cha
theme#: #14, Master
PG-13, mostly teasing/innuendo, mentions of toys, past mentions of non-con.
disclaimer: I don't own prince of tennis. It belongs to Konomi.
A/N: Prince of Tennis fandom, pairing = Yukimura/Fuji
summary: Fuji waits for Yukimura in a coffee shop, and they have a civil discussion.
Yukimura smiled as he walked into the small café. It was easy to give off an air of innocence and trust worthiness that made people fall to his feet. Too easy, and often quite fun. What was more fun though was breaking people of that trust, watching as their basic conceptions were twisted in front of them. It was also fun to play with those who knew better, simply because they knew they should run but couldn’t. Much like his favorite pet. Walking towards a small, secluded table by the windows Yukimura smiled as he spotted the back of Fuji’s head. While his kitten would prefer to sit facing the door Yukimura had ordered him not to. It was always nice to see his orders obeyed.
Silently Yukimura approached Fuji’s back, noting the others tense shoulders. It should have been forty minutes since the other’s arrival, Yukimura wondered if he’d been this tense the whole time. He smirked, how uncomfortable. “Hello Fuji-kun.” Yukimura purred in Fuji’s ear, enjoying the way the other twitched. “How has your day been?”
Fuji gritted his teeth, hands tightening around a chilled glass of tea. “It was going very well until I received your call.” Fuji shifted on the chair, smiling sweetly down at the table. It had been a month since Yukimura had last called him out to be played with; Fuji had assumed that the other was too entranced with his new bendy play toy to remember him. He denied any feeling of desertion at such a thought.
Yukimura circled around and sat on the other side of the table. “Hmm. I see you followed my orders to come here and how to sit, but did you follow the rest of my request?” Fuji’s mouth tightened around the edges and a small flush rose in his cheeks. Yukimura felt his smile become even sweeter. Oh, the joys of a well trained pet. “Hmm, I’m going to make a quick phone call then.” Yukimura opened up his cell phone, pressing speed dial. Fuji’s own phone rang and Fuji flipped it open. “Now put your phone down on the table Fuji-kun.” Fuji set the phone down, squirming slightly. Yukimura smirked, the joys of the modern sex toy. Yukimura placed his own phone on the table, fingers hovering over the dial pad. “My... I’ve never seen you put in a toy so willingly Fuji-kun.” Yukimura’s sharp eyes caught and held Fuji’s gaze before the other could look guiltily away.
“If I hadn’t you’d have done worse.” Fuji couldn’t help staring into Yukimura’s dark blue depths. Eyes that seemed to go on forever sometimes. Yukimura smirked a little, pulling Fuji’s ice coffee over and sipping the bitter liquid.
“I would have.” He smiled, leaning to nuzzle Fuji’s ear. “I would have taken your phone, turned it on vibrate, and shoved it up your ass. Then I’d have called you.” Yukimura tapped the pound key on his phone, which turned the power of the vibrating buttplug in Fuji’s ass up just a smidge. The flush on his pets face increased sweetly and Yukimura kissed one cheek lightly. “Then I would have taken pictures and sent them to everyone in your address book. Pictures of a cum covered, debauched and bloody Fuji Syuusuke. I wonder how many people would orgasm at the sight.” Yukimura knew he would. There was nothing he loved more then breaking Fuji down. The other would get right back up and back in the saddle though.
Which just meant Yukimura could do it again and again.
Hitting the pound key another time Yukimura sat back, watching Fuji shiver a little in satisfaction. “How have you kept yourself occupied while I was away Fuji-kun?” Yukimura placed his elbows on the table, leaning forward and placing his chin to rest on his hands. “None of the usual stuff, you know what I want to hear about.” Fuji took a deep breath, looking at the table.
“I was relieved when you didn’t come back. My body healed.” Yukimura’s last play date with Fuji had left the other bruised and with more then a few wounds. “I was unsettled but I didn’t start to...” Fuji colored. “I didn’t...” Yukimura smiled and tapped the pound key.
“Didn’t what?”
“P-playing with myself...” Fuji bit his lip. “ . . . For over a month. I-I used some of the toy’s you left behind.”
“Which one’s?” Yukimura fished an ice cube out of Fuji’s coffee, pressing it against the others lips. Opening his mouth, Fuji sucked the ice cube in, licking over Yukimura’s fingers for a brief second before they were pulled away. Yukimura noted the brief look of loss on Fuji’s face. Ah, and to think Yukimura had thought about just scrapping this portion of the evening and just taking him. No, Fuji should learn to yearn for his master’s touches, and to work for them like any good pet. He doubted Fuji would loose his appeal even after learning his place.
“The anal beads, the black strand.” Fuji’s eyes were beginning plead with him, as they always had. It was what drew him to Fuji in the first place. The other *begged* to be hurt. “I put them in me for a whole day a few times.” Yukimura leaned close, cupping Fuji’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the other’s lips.
“And no one paid attention to that?” He asked softly. Fuji’s skin was burning under his hand, the flush hot on Fuji’s cheeks. At another table, two women were staring at them and whispering behind their hands. “Someone’s paying attention to you now.” Fuji’s blush drained from his face, leaving the other his normal pale shade. “Aren’t you proud?” Yukimura pressed his thumb against Fuji’s mouth, pressing it into the other’s mouth. Fuji opened his lips, sucking on the digit, rolling his tongue over it. Yukimura trapped Fuji’s tongue under his thumb, pinning it to the bottom of the other’s mouth. “Now Fuji-kun,” Yukimura tapped on the cell phone again, turning it up a notch. Fuji moaned around his thumb, eyelids fluttering. “We should talk about your refusal to call me Master.” Fuji’s eyes opened to stare at Yukimura in surprise and slipping another finger into Fuji’s mouth Yukimura pinched the other’s tongue sharply.
“You would always say ‘no’ Fuji-kun.” Yukimura tugged Fuji’s tongue out of his mouth, using it as a leash to tug the other closer to him. Several other people were staring and one of the register boys looked ready to call his manager. “Are you ready to start saying ‘yes’?” Fuji’s hands rested on the table, half propping himself up as he was tugged halfway across the table. Slowly, he nodded.
Yukimura let go of Fuji’s tongue, leaning forward and harshly kissing the other, biting at his lips and pressing against Fuji’s mouth hard enough to bruise. There was a cough heard and Yukimura pulled away, enjoying the high flush on Fuji’s cheeks and his puffy lips. He turned his head, giving the manager a cool look.
“Please leave if you’re going to do that.” The manager, a slightly overweight man stated. Smiling Yukimura tilted his head at the man as he stared at them furiously red.
“Did you like what you saw?” He questioned sweetly, watching as the manager’s face colored more.
“Leave!” Yukimura laughed lightly and left the table. Fuji stood, following a little behind as Yukimura left the café.
“So Fuji-kun,” Yukimura wrapped an arm loosely around Fuji’s waist. “Let’s go back to my house.”
“Yes... master.” Fuji agreed softly and Yukimura’s smile grew. Winning always tasted so sweet.