Crackfic Request #14! (Final)
For kalong_chan. ♥
Request: Sengoku x Kirihara, pervy.
Notes: Sengoku gets lucky. Haha I'm funny, aren't I?
It being a gathering of the best tennis players around, there were many interesting characters for Sengoku to observe at the Junior Senbatsu tryout camp. Sengoku, the sole player representing Yamabuki Chu, thought he’d been stuck into probably the most interesting group of the three. There was the Seigaku lot: the Golden Pair, the always-entertaining "Omoshiro-kun," and his fascinating little sidekick Echizen. (Or was he Echizen’s sidekick? Sengoku chuckled at the thought.) There was that hot-headed little tramp Kamio (making it two players who had previously defeated him), the bendy, sexy Kajimoto from Jyousei, and that sweet little Hyoutei couple that was practically attached at the hips.
Above all of these, however, Sengoku found the extraordinary creature from Rikkaidai the most intriguing. He had been secretly hoping to be roomed with the little supposed-spawn of satan, but was disappointingly lotted with Kamio. Which would have been all fine and well with Sengoku, if Kamio’s cute little ass didn’t already belong to a certain influential captain Sengoku wasn’t about to cross. What’s a single guy to do, stuck in a complex with dozens of other sexy tennis boys, many of whom were also single? Of course he’d get stuck rooming with someone he wasn’t allowed to touch. Sengoku had no luck these days. Woe.
Anyways, back to the object of Sengoku’s attention: Kirihara Akaya. Sengoku watched him closely the first couple of days, and had felt himself become, for lack of a better phrase, "drawn in" by the supposedly demonic character. First off, he was ridiculously cute. The boy was the epitome of a sweet, darling cherub, cast down from heaven and transformed into an adorable little demon: pale, soft-looking skin, pointed baby-face, messy black curls, feral eyes, pink lips, and a devilish sneer that Sengoku actually found quite endearing. Sengoku was especially intrigued by those eyes. Sharp, animalistic, mysterious; that devious stare, framed poetically by the confusion of shiny black curls.
The little hottie’s attitude only intrigued Sengoku more. Sleek, snarky, but strangely sincere, Sengoku was deeply attracted to the boy’s unshakable pride, hot-blooded fanaticism, and intoxicating air of audacity. Yet he was also obviously struggling, although Sengoku wasn’t sure why this was. Was he struggling to control the beast inside him? Now that was an interesting idea, one that merited some looking into. Kirihara was a sexy enigma, glittered with exotic attraction. Sengoku wanted him. Oh yeah, he wanted him bad. Just picturing how the feisty little demon would act in his bed . . . oh yes. Sengoku had, in his mind, developed a clear-cut goal: make Kirihara Akaya scream in ecstasy. A guy had to have goals in these situations, you know.
Sengoku had no doubts about his ability to make the sexy Rikkaidai ace beg, moan, and scream for more. He did however, wonder how he was gonna finagle getting him into his bed in the first place . . . and then topping him. Sengoku doubted Kirihara would willingly submit with that pride of his. Sengoku, though, did not bottom. No way, no how - it didn’t happen. It just wouldn’t be right. So, the issue was so: get Kirihara in his bed, get him naked, get him spread. Mmm, yes, that would be perfect, Sengoku thought.
A golden opportunity presented itself to him on the evening of Tezuka’s return. The little welcoming party was held, followed by the *real* party after the adults had left. Alcohol, joking, arguing, and hormones ran amok in the camp building after hours, and Sengoku was pleased to note one of his obstructions had been cleared already: there in the corner was Kamio playing tonsil hockey with Atobe - it was unlikely the redhead would be returning to their room tonight.
He spotted his prey cowering on a sofa next to his vice captain. Sengoku sighed. Sanada was an obstruction he hadn’t really considered until now. However, Sanada’s interests were apparently to be found elsewhere, since immediately after Sengoku sank down onto the sofa and proceeded to harass the two wallflowers, Sanada had high-tailed his ass out of there as quickly as possible. Well, that was easy. Did Sengoku make him nervous or something?
So there was Sengoku and Kirihara, both sipping on beers while Sengoku attempted to nudge himself closer and closer. Kirihara was apparently too buzzed to notice, and only tried to protest when he had slid almost completely into Sengoku’s lap.
"Hey . . . what are you-"
Sengoku ran a hand up the boy’s thigh, distracting him. Kirihara’s eyes darted around, obviously not wanting to be seen like this.
Sengoku chuckled, "I wouldn’t worry, everyone else seems rather preoccupied." And preoccupied the others were - with each other. Most of the boys had already disappeared anyways, and Sengoku felt his cock stir at the mental image of so many hot guys all getting laid tonight under this roof. Ah, youth. What a beautiful thing.
Kirihara scowled at him, eyes narrowing. "What would I be worrying about in the first place?"
"Oh, I dunno . . . perhaps this?" Sengoku grabbed the boy’s crotch, kneading it through his pants, while his mouth moved to the porcelain neck, sucking on the pale skin that turned out to be just as soft as it looked.
Kirihara momentarily moaned into the contact before apparently remembering himself. He growled, attempting to push Sengoku away. It didn’t work however; Sengoku’s muscles were far too much for Kirihara to fight against. Sengoku cheered inwardly. Yet another brilliant side effect of his taking up boxing.
Sengoku’s hand still on his crotch, the two stared at each other for a minute. Kirihara considered the offer, which Sengoku was apparently waiting to be approved. Why not, he supposed? There were certainly worse bedfellows and besides, he couldn’t deny how he’d been eating up the delicious sight of Sengoku’s new and improved physique earlier that day. Kirihara had licked his lips, envisioning the body stripped of those bothersome shorts and t-shirt. A Very Nice Image, certainly. And here was the opportunity to see that image in the flesh, staring him in the face. Who could resist?
Within minutes, the two boys had successfully made it to Sengoku’s room, stumbling through the door as they attempted to undress each other while walking. They had begun when they entered the hall, and Kirihara didn’t give a second thought to the image presented by having half his clothes strewn across the floor of the hallway outside Sengoku’s door. What mattered at the moment was that the clothes were off.
Sengoku threw him onto the bed with force, and Kirihara snarled; but it was a pleased snarl, as he liked playing rough. Kirihara kneeled on the bed, crouched in attack position, while he watched Sengoku remove the rest of his own clothing. Kirihara gave an impressed whistle. Sengoku had the body of a fucking Greek god. His eyes lapped up the sight hungrily, which Sengoku of course noticed proudly.
"Like what you see?" he smirked and walked towards the bed. Kirihara crawled over to him, his teeth shining in a sadistic grin, eyes now clouded with red. Sengoku gave an excited smile as Kirihara licked his lips, his eyes now focusing on Sengoku’s standing erection. "Hungry?" Sengoku teased, waving his cock in the boy’s face.
Kirihara looked up at him and Sengoku gulped. The look in Kirihara’s eyes would make any grown man shiver in fright. Sengoku wasn’t just any grown man, however. He was a self-proclaimed sex god, thank you very much.
"I’d rather not waste our time with trivialities like foreplay, if you don’t mind getting right down to business?" Kirihara ended by circling his tongue over his lips again.
"Not at all, pumpkin. The call is all yours." Sengoku leered back at him with a grin to show he wasn’t at all intimidated by the cute little demon.
"Oh, is it, cupcake?" Kirihara snarled the word, obviously displeased at the mock-sentimental name-calling. "Well then, why don’t you lay down?"
Sengoku twitched. "I . . . don’t think-" He had no further say in it however, as Kirihara pounced on him, pulled him to the bed, flipped him onto his back, and straddled him. Sengoku swallowed, not wanting to provoke Kirihara, but not willing to give into the position. What had he gotten himself into? God help him, but he thought he’d be able to handle this wild animal.
Sengoku, however, had the wrong idea entirely, as he soon found out. He was never in his life so glad to be wrong, as Kirihara slowly eased himself onto Sengoku’s cock, taking the entire length up his tight ass.
Okay, so maybe being on the bottom wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, Sengoku supposed, if it was done correctly. Actually, he reasoned as Kirihara began pull up and push down, impaling himself on the thick length, it was a right capital idea, really. It turned out to be a nice, easy way to accomplish his goal: just let the little sex kitten ride his cock until they were both screaming, moaning, and aching in united ecstasy.
After a good full hour of hard, fast, demanding sex, Sengoku decided he was probably in love. Maybe not "love" as in, "I want to spend my life with you" love, but "love" as in, "If I’m never allowed to do that with you again I will probably explode and die" love. All in all, things were looking up for "lucky" Sengoku, as he drifted off to sleep with a millionaire’s grin plastered on his face, and a cute, cuddly, evil ball of sex and fluff curled against his side.
~FIN~
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And on that note, this enormous project comes to a close. Many thanks to everybody who requested, read, and reviewed! *huggles* It was lots of fun. ♥
And now I can stop neglecting my other projects. ^^;; I'm sorry to those of you who don't want the project end, but hey, it's not like I'll never write another crackfic again. As if. *snort*
Now that it's done, I'm gonna go make a collective post to some of the comms. (I didn't want to spam the comms to death posting each fic individually, so . . . I figured this would be my prefered pimping method.)
Request: Sengoku x Kirihara, pervy.
Notes: Sengoku gets lucky. Haha I'm funny, aren't I?
It being a gathering of the best tennis players around, there were many interesting characters for Sengoku to observe at the Junior Senbatsu tryout camp. Sengoku, the sole player representing Yamabuki Chu, thought he’d been stuck into probably the most interesting group of the three. There was the Seigaku lot: the Golden Pair, the always-entertaining "Omoshiro-kun," and his fascinating little sidekick Echizen. (Or was he Echizen’s sidekick? Sengoku chuckled at the thought.) There was that hot-headed little tramp Kamio (making it two players who had previously defeated him), the bendy, sexy Kajimoto from Jyousei, and that sweet little Hyoutei couple that was practically attached at the hips.
Above all of these, however, Sengoku found the extraordinary creature from Rikkaidai the most intriguing. He had been secretly hoping to be roomed with the little supposed-spawn of satan, but was disappointingly lotted with Kamio. Which would have been all fine and well with Sengoku, if Kamio’s cute little ass didn’t already belong to a certain influential captain Sengoku wasn’t about to cross. What’s a single guy to do, stuck in a complex with dozens of other sexy tennis boys, many of whom were also single? Of course he’d get stuck rooming with someone he wasn’t allowed to touch. Sengoku had no luck these days. Woe.
Anyways, back to the object of Sengoku’s attention: Kirihara Akaya. Sengoku watched him closely the first couple of days, and had felt himself become, for lack of a better phrase, "drawn in" by the supposedly demonic character. First off, he was ridiculously cute. The boy was the epitome of a sweet, darling cherub, cast down from heaven and transformed into an adorable little demon: pale, soft-looking skin, pointed baby-face, messy black curls, feral eyes, pink lips, and a devilish sneer that Sengoku actually found quite endearing. Sengoku was especially intrigued by those eyes. Sharp, animalistic, mysterious; that devious stare, framed poetically by the confusion of shiny black curls.
The little hottie’s attitude only intrigued Sengoku more. Sleek, snarky, but strangely sincere, Sengoku was deeply attracted to the boy’s unshakable pride, hot-blooded fanaticism, and intoxicating air of audacity. Yet he was also obviously struggling, although Sengoku wasn’t sure why this was. Was he struggling to control the beast inside him? Now that was an interesting idea, one that merited some looking into. Kirihara was a sexy enigma, glittered with exotic attraction. Sengoku wanted him. Oh yeah, he wanted him bad. Just picturing how the feisty little demon would act in his bed . . . oh yes. Sengoku had, in his mind, developed a clear-cut goal: make Kirihara Akaya scream in ecstasy. A guy had to have goals in these situations, you know.
Sengoku had no doubts about his ability to make the sexy Rikkaidai ace beg, moan, and scream for more. He did however, wonder how he was gonna finagle getting him into his bed in the first place . . . and then topping him. Sengoku doubted Kirihara would willingly submit with that pride of his. Sengoku, though, did not bottom. No way, no how - it didn’t happen. It just wouldn’t be right. So, the issue was so: get Kirihara in his bed, get him naked, get him spread. Mmm, yes, that would be perfect, Sengoku thought.
A golden opportunity presented itself to him on the evening of Tezuka’s return. The little welcoming party was held, followed by the *real* party after the adults had left. Alcohol, joking, arguing, and hormones ran amok in the camp building after hours, and Sengoku was pleased to note one of his obstructions had been cleared already: there in the corner was Kamio playing tonsil hockey with Atobe - it was unlikely the redhead would be returning to their room tonight.
He spotted his prey cowering on a sofa next to his vice captain. Sengoku sighed. Sanada was an obstruction he hadn’t really considered until now. However, Sanada’s interests were apparently to be found elsewhere, since immediately after Sengoku sank down onto the sofa and proceeded to harass the two wallflowers, Sanada had high-tailed his ass out of there as quickly as possible. Well, that was easy. Did Sengoku make him nervous or something?
So there was Sengoku and Kirihara, both sipping on beers while Sengoku attempted to nudge himself closer and closer. Kirihara was apparently too buzzed to notice, and only tried to protest when he had slid almost completely into Sengoku’s lap.
"Hey . . . what are you-"
Sengoku ran a hand up the boy’s thigh, distracting him. Kirihara’s eyes darted around, obviously not wanting to be seen like this.
Sengoku chuckled, "I wouldn’t worry, everyone else seems rather preoccupied." And preoccupied the others were - with each other. Most of the boys had already disappeared anyways, and Sengoku felt his cock stir at the mental image of so many hot guys all getting laid tonight under this roof. Ah, youth. What a beautiful thing.
Kirihara scowled at him, eyes narrowing. "What would I be worrying about in the first place?"
"Oh, I dunno . . . perhaps this?" Sengoku grabbed the boy’s crotch, kneading it through his pants, while his mouth moved to the porcelain neck, sucking on the pale skin that turned out to be just as soft as it looked.
Kirihara momentarily moaned into the contact before apparently remembering himself. He growled, attempting to push Sengoku away. It didn’t work however; Sengoku’s muscles were far too much for Kirihara to fight against. Sengoku cheered inwardly. Yet another brilliant side effect of his taking up boxing.
Sengoku’s hand still on his crotch, the two stared at each other for a minute. Kirihara considered the offer, which Sengoku was apparently waiting to be approved. Why not, he supposed? There were certainly worse bedfellows and besides, he couldn’t deny how he’d been eating up the delicious sight of Sengoku’s new and improved physique earlier that day. Kirihara had licked his lips, envisioning the body stripped of those bothersome shorts and t-shirt. A Very Nice Image, certainly. And here was the opportunity to see that image in the flesh, staring him in the face. Who could resist?
Within minutes, the two boys had successfully made it to Sengoku’s room, stumbling through the door as they attempted to undress each other while walking. They had begun when they entered the hall, and Kirihara didn’t give a second thought to the image presented by having half his clothes strewn across the floor of the hallway outside Sengoku’s door. What mattered at the moment was that the clothes were off.
Sengoku threw him onto the bed with force, and Kirihara snarled; but it was a pleased snarl, as he liked playing rough. Kirihara kneeled on the bed, crouched in attack position, while he watched Sengoku remove the rest of his own clothing. Kirihara gave an impressed whistle. Sengoku had the body of a fucking Greek god. His eyes lapped up the sight hungrily, which Sengoku of course noticed proudly.
"Like what you see?" he smirked and walked towards the bed. Kirihara crawled over to him, his teeth shining in a sadistic grin, eyes now clouded with red. Sengoku gave an excited smile as Kirihara licked his lips, his eyes now focusing on Sengoku’s standing erection. "Hungry?" Sengoku teased, waving his cock in the boy’s face.
Kirihara looked up at him and Sengoku gulped. The look in Kirihara’s eyes would make any grown man shiver in fright. Sengoku wasn’t just any grown man, however. He was a self-proclaimed sex god, thank you very much.
"I’d rather not waste our time with trivialities like foreplay, if you don’t mind getting right down to business?" Kirihara ended by circling his tongue over his lips again.
"Not at all, pumpkin. The call is all yours." Sengoku leered back at him with a grin to show he wasn’t at all intimidated by the cute little demon.
"Oh, is it, cupcake?" Kirihara snarled the word, obviously displeased at the mock-sentimental name-calling. "Well then, why don’t you lay down?"
Sengoku twitched. "I . . . don’t think-" He had no further say in it however, as Kirihara pounced on him, pulled him to the bed, flipped him onto his back, and straddled him. Sengoku swallowed, not wanting to provoke Kirihara, but not willing to give into the position. What had he gotten himself into? God help him, but he thought he’d be able to handle this wild animal.
Sengoku, however, had the wrong idea entirely, as he soon found out. He was never in his life so glad to be wrong, as Kirihara slowly eased himself onto Sengoku’s cock, taking the entire length up his tight ass.
Okay, so maybe being on the bottom wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, Sengoku supposed, if it was done correctly. Actually, he reasoned as Kirihara began pull up and push down, impaling himself on the thick length, it was a right capital idea, really. It turned out to be a nice, easy way to accomplish his goal: just let the little sex kitten ride his cock until they were both screaming, moaning, and aching in united ecstasy.
After a good full hour of hard, fast, demanding sex, Sengoku decided he was probably in love. Maybe not "love" as in, "I want to spend my life with you" love, but "love" as in, "If I’m never allowed to do that with you again I will probably explode and die" love. All in all, things were looking up for "lucky" Sengoku, as he drifted off to sleep with a millionaire’s grin plastered on his face, and a cute, cuddly, evil ball of sex and fluff curled against his side.
~FIN~
___________________________
And on that note, this enormous project comes to a close. Many thanks to everybody who requested, read, and reviewed! *huggles* It was lots of fun. ♥
And now I can stop neglecting my other projects. ^^;; I'm sorry to those of you who don't want the project end, but hey, it's not like I'll never write another crackfic again. As if. *snort*
Now that it's done, I'm gonna go make a collective post to some of the comms. (I didn't want to spam the comms to death posting each fic individually, so . . . I figured this would be my prefered pimping method.)