PoT: Akutsu/Mizuki Remix, round deuce
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Summary: Neither friends nor lovers. Heavy Yuuta influences in this round.
I can't seem to write Mizuki without writing in Yuuta. *fail*
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--- 11 ---
Akutsu's tastes run toward office ladies and the occasional uni student, older, experienced women who wear brazen red lipstick like an open invitation. Still, Mizuki can get him hard despite his lack of tits.
"Is this the secret behind the famed St. Rudolph recruiting method?" Akutsu jeers, mock-serious, but Mizuki doesn't reply. His mouth is full of Akutsu's cock and he deepthroats like a pro.
As expected of a Catholic school boy. Akutsu speculates on whether it was a closeted homo priest or a sadistic headmaster with a penchant for discipline who got to him first. This level of skill can't be learned by self-exploration, by two teenage boys fumbling clumsily at each other.
St. Rudolph's tennis team is more flaming than an entire gay pride parade, but Akutsu bets that closest any of them has been to scoring with Mizuki is a picture in their left hand while they pumped away with their right.
"You should embrace your inner fag and let the kid stick you already," he goads. It's not a smart idea, poking fun at someone's sore spot when that person's got you by the balls.
"Motherfucker!"
Akutsu grimaces in pain, revising his opinion of Mizuki's manhood. No real man would do that to another man.
"Language, Akutsu-kun. I'm not the one with the Oedipal complex." Mizuki matches him glower-for-glower and gives another twist. Then because he knows Akutsu won't get the reference, he adds, "Mama's boy."
--- 12 ---
St. Rudolph's ace is okay but he's nothing special. It takes him four tries to stop taking the ball in the face and another twenty before he learns how to return after dodging. He is persistent, though, Akutsu will give him that.
The kid limps to the sidelines where Mizuki waits, first aid kit in hand and positively beaming with pride. Mizuki fusses over the injuries like a mother hen, swipes disinfectant over the scrapes and instructs the kid to keep the compress over his blackened eye.
Every little gesture says he holds this kid in high regard, that he's something precious in Mizuki's eyes. Akutsu tries to see what Mizuki sees and completely fails. All he sees is an ordinary boy, unmemorable and no doubt lost in anonymity among the countless boys his age.
The kid catches him looking and growls with enmity that has nothing to do with how he's been pummeled out on the court. He looks like a territorial pitbull ready to defend and his territory is any space that Mizuki occupies.
Mizuki looks pleased as he thanks Akutsu for assaulting his junior and schedules another practice session for the following week.
"He'll probably go against Kirihara-kun next year."
--- 13 ---
Mizuki's not stupid. He doesn't miss how Yuuta looks at him, with something more intimate than ordinary friendship, something far less innocent than idol worship.
But Mizuki's feelings about Yuuta are as complicated as Yuuta's is simple and trying to define their relationship is like looking through a kaleidescope. His infatuation is constant but the slightest tilt stains intention with a different color, offering multiple perspectives with a roll of the mind.
He wants to guide Yuuta, to see him triumph over his brother and his personal demons. He wants to beat Fuji himself and steal Yuuta's admiration, hoard it all for himself. He wants to dominate Yuuta, be the only force in his life. He wants Yuuta to break free and surpass everyone, including himself.
His affection grows steadily and so does his expectations. Mizuki is selfish, he doesn't know how to settle for second best. He scrubs and scrubs, trying to polish potential, trying to find that special something that will take away the doubts and make it okay that his pulse speeds up and his chest aches with longing when he thinks of Yuuta.
He wants Yuuta but he can't acknowledge it because Yuuta hasn't proven himself, he's not good enough yet. He knows that one careless remark, one push too hard and he'll lose Yuuta one day, but he doesn't know how to stop himself so he keeps testing Yuuta and sets himself up for failure. Yuuta doesn't reveal extraordinary talent, doesn't magically turn into the person Mizuki imagines he wants.
He is ashamed when he looks at Yuuta, not because he's remembering how he used him to win, but because he knows he would do it again without hesitation. And Mizuki feels satisfaction mixed with horror, knowing that Yuuta would let himself be used again without reproach, if it was what Mizuki wanted.
Being with Akutsu is safe because there are no expectations, no fear of dependency. Akutsu doesn't mess up his head and confound his thinking. It doesn't matter if Mizuki fucks up and does cruel things that can't be undone because Akutsu doesn't matter, not like Yuuta matters.
Akutsu thinks Mizuki's pretty damn stupid pissing away his chance but he makes no comment. It's not like he's about to play fucking cupid. The thought of meddling makes his balls shrivel with something akin to fear.
--- 14 ---
Akutsu wouldn't call them friends, but there are dozens of numbers programmed into his cell phone. Yuuki's contact, both cell phone and work, one night hookups interested in being regular fuck buddies, and Kawamura's cell phone that Yuuki has added, still stuck on the idea that they are friends.
Taichi has made his own additions before Akutsu quit and Sengoku, Minami, Higashikata, Muromachi, Nitobe, Kita, and Nishikiori are grouped under "Yamabuki Fight-O." Akutsu has only a vague sense of who most of them are and the nicknames Taichi has attached doesn't jog his memory.
He doesn't bother deleting the numbers. It doesn't matter whether he keeps them or not, it's not like he calls any of them although he does receive calls from "Da-da-da-dan-kun!" and "Lucky Sengoku." Having the numbers programmed makes it easier to identify which calls to ignore.
Mizuki's number isn't programmed although he calls with more frequency than anyone else. It doesn't seem worth the hassle and Mizuki doesn't insist on adding himself in.
When Akutsu loses his cell phone and gets a replacement, he looks at the blank contact list and realizes that he only has one number memorized.
There's no deep meaning, it's just that he sees the digits flash every time Mizuki's calls while everyone else is identified by name.
He programs Mizuki's number under "Bitchy Hime-sama." It's close enough to Hajime and it's fun to guess how Mizuki will react if he finds out.
--- 15 ---
Mizuki is busy but he finds time to fit Akutsu into his schedule. It's usually once a week and he drops by Yamabuki since it's not like Akutsu will come seek him out. Besides, there's no love lost between Akutsu and Mizuki's team, and Akutsu has a history of beating up people who look down at him.
Taichi also hangs with them if he isn't tied up and Akutsu doesn't mind, except when he's in the mood to fuck and then he wants Taichi to scram.
But strangely enough, Mizuki has taken a shine to Taichi, enjoys having him tag along. No one can hate someone as pure as Taichi and it doesn't hurt Mizuki's ego that he adores Mizuki so openly and unconditionally. The chibi always had lousy taste when it came to picking idols.
Mizuki plays Mr. Nice Guy and and insists that Taichi can stay, and Akutsu is irritated but it's not like he can rape Mizuki while Taichi is looking at them exploding with rainbow, sunshine, and happiness.
He catches the two together sometimes, huddled over their notes and looking like brothers. Taichi picks up a habit of twirling his bangs, and that section of hair starts to take on a permanent curl.
Akutsu twitches and his brain breaks when he thinks of Taichi as a third year, less cute chibi and more tempting jailbait, whoring it up with all the tennis players.
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Go On to Round 3 →
I don't want to cross-post if there's a lot of overlap. Can you please let me know if you came here by
or
? And of course, comments about the fic is also nice. ^_^v Thank you!
Warnings: violence, language
Summary: Neither friends nor lovers. Heavy Yuuta influences in this round.
I can't seem to write Mizuki without writing in Yuuta. *fail*
← Go Back to Round 1
--- 11 ---
Akutsu's tastes run toward office ladies and the occasional uni student, older, experienced women who wear brazen red lipstick like an open invitation. Still, Mizuki can get him hard despite his lack of tits.
"Is this the secret behind the famed St. Rudolph recruiting method?" Akutsu jeers, mock-serious, but Mizuki doesn't reply. His mouth is full of Akutsu's cock and he deepthroats like a pro.
As expected of a Catholic school boy. Akutsu speculates on whether it was a closeted homo priest or a sadistic headmaster with a penchant for discipline who got to him first. This level of skill can't be learned by self-exploration, by two teenage boys fumbling clumsily at each other.
St. Rudolph's tennis team is more flaming than an entire gay pride parade, but Akutsu bets that closest any of them has been to scoring with Mizuki is a picture in their left hand while they pumped away with their right.
"You should embrace your inner fag and let the kid stick you already," he goads. It's not a smart idea, poking fun at someone's sore spot when that person's got you by the balls.
"Motherfucker!"
Akutsu grimaces in pain, revising his opinion of Mizuki's manhood. No real man would do that to another man.
"Language, Akutsu-kun. I'm not the one with the Oedipal complex." Mizuki matches him glower-for-glower and gives another twist. Then because he knows Akutsu won't get the reference, he adds, "Mama's boy."
--- 12 ---
St. Rudolph's ace is okay but he's nothing special. It takes him four tries to stop taking the ball in the face and another twenty before he learns how to return after dodging. He is persistent, though, Akutsu will give him that.
The kid limps to the sidelines where Mizuki waits, first aid kit in hand and positively beaming with pride. Mizuki fusses over the injuries like a mother hen, swipes disinfectant over the scrapes and instructs the kid to keep the compress over his blackened eye.
Every little gesture says he holds this kid in high regard, that he's something precious in Mizuki's eyes. Akutsu tries to see what Mizuki sees and completely fails. All he sees is an ordinary boy, unmemorable and no doubt lost in anonymity among the countless boys his age.
The kid catches him looking and growls with enmity that has nothing to do with how he's been pummeled out on the court. He looks like a territorial pitbull ready to defend and his territory is any space that Mizuki occupies.
Mizuki looks pleased as he thanks Akutsu for assaulting his junior and schedules another practice session for the following week.
"He'll probably go against Kirihara-kun next year."
--- 13 ---
Mizuki's not stupid. He doesn't miss how Yuuta looks at him, with something more intimate than ordinary friendship, something far less innocent than idol worship.
But Mizuki's feelings about Yuuta are as complicated as Yuuta's is simple and trying to define their relationship is like looking through a kaleidescope. His infatuation is constant but the slightest tilt stains intention with a different color, offering multiple perspectives with a roll of the mind.
He wants to guide Yuuta, to see him triumph over his brother and his personal demons. He wants to beat Fuji himself and steal Yuuta's admiration, hoard it all for himself. He wants to dominate Yuuta, be the only force in his life. He wants Yuuta to break free and surpass everyone, including himself.
His affection grows steadily and so does his expectations. Mizuki is selfish, he doesn't know how to settle for second best. He scrubs and scrubs, trying to polish potential, trying to find that special something that will take away the doubts and make it okay that his pulse speeds up and his chest aches with longing when he thinks of Yuuta.
He wants Yuuta but he can't acknowledge it because Yuuta hasn't proven himself, he's not good enough yet. He knows that one careless remark, one push too hard and he'll lose Yuuta one day, but he doesn't know how to stop himself so he keeps testing Yuuta and sets himself up for failure. Yuuta doesn't reveal extraordinary talent, doesn't magically turn into the person Mizuki imagines he wants.
He is ashamed when he looks at Yuuta, not because he's remembering how he used him to win, but because he knows he would do it again without hesitation. And Mizuki feels satisfaction mixed with horror, knowing that Yuuta would let himself be used again without reproach, if it was what Mizuki wanted.
Being with Akutsu is safe because there are no expectations, no fear of dependency. Akutsu doesn't mess up his head and confound his thinking. It doesn't matter if Mizuki fucks up and does cruel things that can't be undone because Akutsu doesn't matter, not like Yuuta matters.
Akutsu thinks Mizuki's pretty damn stupid pissing away his chance but he makes no comment. It's not like he's about to play fucking cupid. The thought of meddling makes his balls shrivel with something akin to fear.
--- 14 ---
Akutsu wouldn't call them friends, but there are dozens of numbers programmed into his cell phone. Yuuki's contact, both cell phone and work, one night hookups interested in being regular fuck buddies, and Kawamura's cell phone that Yuuki has added, still stuck on the idea that they are friends.
Taichi has made his own additions before Akutsu quit and Sengoku, Minami, Higashikata, Muromachi, Nitobe, Kita, and Nishikiori are grouped under "Yamabuki Fight-O." Akutsu has only a vague sense of who most of them are and the nicknames Taichi has attached doesn't jog his memory.
He doesn't bother deleting the numbers. It doesn't matter whether he keeps them or not, it's not like he calls any of them although he does receive calls from "Da-da-da-dan-kun!" and "Lucky Sengoku." Having the numbers programmed makes it easier to identify which calls to ignore.
Mizuki's number isn't programmed although he calls with more frequency than anyone else. It doesn't seem worth the hassle and Mizuki doesn't insist on adding himself in.
When Akutsu loses his cell phone and gets a replacement, he looks at the blank contact list and realizes that he only has one number memorized.
There's no deep meaning, it's just that he sees the digits flash every time Mizuki's calls while everyone else is identified by name.
He programs Mizuki's number under "Bitchy Hime-sama." It's close enough to Hajime and it's fun to guess how Mizuki will react if he finds out.
--- 15 ---
Mizuki is busy but he finds time to fit Akutsu into his schedule. It's usually once a week and he drops by Yamabuki since it's not like Akutsu will come seek him out. Besides, there's no love lost between Akutsu and Mizuki's team, and Akutsu has a history of beating up people who look down at him.
Taichi also hangs with them if he isn't tied up and Akutsu doesn't mind, except when he's in the mood to fuck and then he wants Taichi to scram.
But strangely enough, Mizuki has taken a shine to Taichi, enjoys having him tag along. No one can hate someone as pure as Taichi and it doesn't hurt Mizuki's ego that he adores Mizuki so openly and unconditionally. The chibi always had lousy taste when it came to picking idols.
Mizuki plays Mr. Nice Guy and and insists that Taichi can stay, and Akutsu is irritated but it's not like he can rape Mizuki while Taichi is looking at them exploding with rainbow, sunshine, and happiness.
He catches the two together sometimes, huddled over their notes and looking like brothers. Taichi picks up a habit of twirling his bangs, and that section of hair starts to take on a permanent curl.
Akutsu twitches and his brain breaks when he thinks of Taichi as a third year, less cute chibi and more tempting jailbait, whoring it up with all the tennis players.
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Go On to Round 3 →
I don't want to cross-post if there's a lot of overlap. Can you please let me know if you came here by
or
? And of course, comments about the fic is also nice. ^_^v Thank you!