For my Yuuu~ta!
For miska158, my loffly Yuuta in ZS. *gropes happily and drunkenly* Yeah, late. Blah. This could work as a New Year's fic. ♥♥
Title: Pretense
Pairing: Yuumi. (Well. MiYuu.)
Rating: Er... PG? Not high.
Notes: *grins* I kinda wish we'd done this as an RP.
Mizuki, thought Yuuta with a scowl, was absolutely off his head. He glared over the other side of the room, where the other boy was standing, barely visible in a gaggle of girls all of whom were fairly eager to offer him alcohol and carnal favours. Yuuta put his plate of snacks down somewhere, and headed towards the door. Why had Mizuki-san dragged him to this party of a friend's, friend's girlfriend anyway? And why had he, sane, sensible Fuji Yuuta, agreed to this in the first place? Yuuta found his coat in the cloakroom and slung it on, frowning. Oh yes, he remembered. Because the older boy had wheedled and bribed, and coaxed him into it. Yeah. That was it. He headed for the front door, savouring the quietness of the hallway, when he felt a firm tug on his elbow.
"You're leaving, Yuuta-kun? Are you not enjoying yourself?" Mizuki, of all people. Of course. Yuuta was surprised that he had even noticed him leaving, what with his vision being blocked by numerous sets of female chests.
Yuuta shrugged. "It's not like I had anything to do, or like I know anyone. I felt like a stupid wallflower." He jammed his hands into his pockets and lowered his voice. Somehow, he didn't want this echoing around the empty hall.
The faint sound of Mizuki's familiar chuckle sounded in Yuuta's ear. "That's because you were being a wallflower, Yuuta-kun. The point was trying to get you to make more friends, ne?"
Yuuta grumped and sulked a bit. "But I like being anti-social," he pointed out.
"You're perfectly social around me," Mizuki said cheerfully, still holding onto Yuuta's arm and using that grip to steer him to the front door. "Well, come on then, Yuu~chan."
The boy blinked confusedly. "You're leaving too, Mizuki-san?" He felt the night air brush against his skin and shivered. He felt the warm weight of Mizuki leaning on him, and shivered some more.
"It's not like you know the way back from here," Mizuki's answer was infuriatingly valid. He slung one arm around Yuuta's waist, clutching his shoulder with the other, and began humming tunelessly as Yuuta helped him through the streets.
Yuuta blushed furiously as they made their way past a large gaggle of women, and Mizuki spontaneously pressed a loud, wet kiss on his cheek. The boy had been doing a lot of obnoxious things like that for a while; a side-effect of alcohol, Yuuta assumed. So far, he had not done anything if front of other people. In fact, the boy could grudgingly admit to himself that he hadn't really minded any of it at all, until the women had giggled knowingly at him.
By the time the two had reached the school gates, Yuuta had been thoroughly kissed, licked and nibbled across his left side, and he was quite disturbed that his body was actually complaining that Mizuki could only reach one side of him. Perhaps it was an automatic bodily reaction to neglect...? He glowered at the gates. Predictably locked. "We should climb over," Yuuta rattled them uselessly, then clambered on. Mizuki chose that moment to conveniently grope Yuuta's arse, now in front of his face, and the boy promptly fell straight off again with a squeaky yelp and landed in a pile of... well, Mizuki, who was keeping up a constant stream of 'Nfu, nfu, nfu~nfu~nfu...'
Yuuta's drunk manager cheerfully latched onto him like a limpet. "That's a very cute noise," he beamed, his face less than an inch from Yuuta's. The younger boy radiated heat from an unseen blush, and wormed his way out of Mizuki's clingy grip. Mizuki made some sot of 'aw...' sound, but followed Yuuta over the gate anyway, almost losing his shoe when his foot got stuck in an iron-wrought curl. How they made it back to his room intact, Yuuta never could quite remember afterwards. All he did know was that his room was closer than Mizuki-san's, and getting Mizuki here had been enough. No way was he attempting another flight of stairs...
"Hey, Mizuki-san," Yuuta nudged the form sprawled cat-like on his rug, "you wanna bunk here for the night?" The other boy grinned and shrugged that shrug which wasn't really a shrug, because it meant 'yes'. Yuuta left the purple-headed boy to his own devices for a bit, and got ready for bed- when he got out of the connecting bathroom, his manager had discarded shirt, trousers, shoes and socks. He was happily wandering around in just his boxers, which were predictably, purple, and idly scratching his chest.
"You done?" Mizuki sauntered toward the bathroom; Yuuta found himself staring at the purple-clad backside of the other boy. He just wasn't used to seeing Mizuki wander around so cheerfully in lavender or lilac or whatever the hell shade of purple that underwear was, silk boxers. He groaned, stretched and dragged out the futon from under his bed, before climbing into his own, and curling around his covers.
Yuuta was almost asleep; he dimly heard the door open, and felt the lights go off. Then, a warm body climbed in next to him. "Mizuki-san!" Suddenly not so sleepy anymore. "Didn't you see the futon I put out for you?!"
Mizuki rolled onto his side, facing Yuuta. "Of course I did." The younger boy suddenly felt hands groping around him where no one else had ever touched.
"Mizuki-san!" Yuuta's voice shot up two octaves and a semi-tone. "Stop that and get off! You're completely drunk!" He accused.
A slow chuckle. "Am I drunk, Yuuta-kun?" With a jolt, the boy realised that it was Mizuki-san's normal, albeit nevertheless scary, voice There was a stunned silence, then the bedsprings creaked as Mizuki rolled over to breathe out over Yuuta's face. "Can you smell any alcohol on my breath? Hmm?" He subsided with a small 'Nfu~nfu~'.
"You... You! You were just pretending, and tricking me!" accused Yuuta in his moment of embarrassing epiphany. All those things earlier... he blushed, and bit his lip.
"Nfu, well. Let's see," Mizuki slowly rolled Yuuta over to face him, and leaned forward for a kiss. "That's about right, yes. Weren't complaining though, were you?" Yuuta shivered, as warm touches glided over his body.
Apparently, the night wasn't going to be as boring as he had thought.
Title: Pretense
Pairing: Yuumi. (Well. MiYuu.)
Rating: Er... PG? Not high.
Notes: *grins* I kinda wish we'd done this as an RP.
Mizuki, thought Yuuta with a scowl, was absolutely off his head. He glared over the other side of the room, where the other boy was standing, barely visible in a gaggle of girls all of whom were fairly eager to offer him alcohol and carnal favours. Yuuta put his plate of snacks down somewhere, and headed towards the door. Why had Mizuki-san dragged him to this party of a friend's, friend's girlfriend anyway? And why had he, sane, sensible Fuji Yuuta, agreed to this in the first place? Yuuta found his coat in the cloakroom and slung it on, frowning. Oh yes, he remembered. Because the older boy had wheedled and bribed, and coaxed him into it. Yeah. That was it. He headed for the front door, savouring the quietness of the hallway, when he felt a firm tug on his elbow.
"You're leaving, Yuuta-kun? Are you not enjoying yourself?" Mizuki, of all people. Of course. Yuuta was surprised that he had even noticed him leaving, what with his vision being blocked by numerous sets of female chests.
Yuuta shrugged. "It's not like I had anything to do, or like I know anyone. I felt like a stupid wallflower." He jammed his hands into his pockets and lowered his voice. Somehow, he didn't want this echoing around the empty hall.
The faint sound of Mizuki's familiar chuckle sounded in Yuuta's ear. "That's because you were being a wallflower, Yuuta-kun. The point was trying to get you to make more friends, ne?"
Yuuta grumped and sulked a bit. "But I like being anti-social," he pointed out.
"You're perfectly social around me," Mizuki said cheerfully, still holding onto Yuuta's arm and using that grip to steer him to the front door. "Well, come on then, Yuu~chan."
The boy blinked confusedly. "You're leaving too, Mizuki-san?" He felt the night air brush against his skin and shivered. He felt the warm weight of Mizuki leaning on him, and shivered some more.
"It's not like you know the way back from here," Mizuki's answer was infuriatingly valid. He slung one arm around Yuuta's waist, clutching his shoulder with the other, and began humming tunelessly as Yuuta helped him through the streets.
Yuuta blushed furiously as they made their way past a large gaggle of women, and Mizuki spontaneously pressed a loud, wet kiss on his cheek. The boy had been doing a lot of obnoxious things like that for a while; a side-effect of alcohol, Yuuta assumed. So far, he had not done anything if front of other people. In fact, the boy could grudgingly admit to himself that he hadn't really minded any of it at all, until the women had giggled knowingly at him.
By the time the two had reached the school gates, Yuuta had been thoroughly kissed, licked and nibbled across his left side, and he was quite disturbed that his body was actually complaining that Mizuki could only reach one side of him. Perhaps it was an automatic bodily reaction to neglect...? He glowered at the gates. Predictably locked. "We should climb over," Yuuta rattled them uselessly, then clambered on. Mizuki chose that moment to conveniently grope Yuuta's arse, now in front of his face, and the boy promptly fell straight off again with a squeaky yelp and landed in a pile of... well, Mizuki, who was keeping up a constant stream of 'Nfu, nfu, nfu~nfu~nfu...'
Yuuta's drunk manager cheerfully latched onto him like a limpet. "That's a very cute noise," he beamed, his face less than an inch from Yuuta's. The younger boy radiated heat from an unseen blush, and wormed his way out of Mizuki's clingy grip. Mizuki made some sot of 'aw...' sound, but followed Yuuta over the gate anyway, almost losing his shoe when his foot got stuck in an iron-wrought curl. How they made it back to his room intact, Yuuta never could quite remember afterwards. All he did know was that his room was closer than Mizuki-san's, and getting Mizuki here had been enough. No way was he attempting another flight of stairs...
"Hey, Mizuki-san," Yuuta nudged the form sprawled cat-like on his rug, "you wanna bunk here for the night?" The other boy grinned and shrugged that shrug which wasn't really a shrug, because it meant 'yes'. Yuuta left the purple-headed boy to his own devices for a bit, and got ready for bed- when he got out of the connecting bathroom, his manager had discarded shirt, trousers, shoes and socks. He was happily wandering around in just his boxers, which were predictably, purple, and idly scratching his chest.
"You done?" Mizuki sauntered toward the bathroom; Yuuta found himself staring at the purple-clad backside of the other boy. He just wasn't used to seeing Mizuki wander around so cheerfully in lavender or lilac or whatever the hell shade of purple that underwear was, silk boxers. He groaned, stretched and dragged out the futon from under his bed, before climbing into his own, and curling around his covers.
Yuuta was almost asleep; he dimly heard the door open, and felt the lights go off. Then, a warm body climbed in next to him. "Mizuki-san!" Suddenly not so sleepy anymore. "Didn't you see the futon I put out for you?!"
Mizuki rolled onto his side, facing Yuuta. "Of course I did." The younger boy suddenly felt hands groping around him where no one else had ever touched.
"Mizuki-san!" Yuuta's voice shot up two octaves and a semi-tone. "Stop that and get off! You're completely drunk!" He accused.
A slow chuckle. "Am I drunk, Yuuta-kun?" With a jolt, the boy realised that it was Mizuki-san's normal, albeit nevertheless scary, voice There was a stunned silence, then the bedsprings creaked as Mizuki rolled over to breathe out over Yuuta's face. "Can you smell any alcohol on my breath? Hmm?" He subsided with a small 'Nfu~nfu~'.
"You... You! You were just pretending, and tricking me!" accused Yuuta in his moment of embarrassing epiphany. All those things earlier... he blushed, and bit his lip.
"Nfu, well. Let's see," Mizuki slowly rolled Yuuta over to face him, and leaned forward for a kiss. "That's about right, yes. Weren't complaining though, were you?" Yuuta shivered, as warm touches glided over his body.
Apparently, the night wasn't going to be as boring as he had thought.