[Prince of Tennis] It's All In The Head - Platinum Pair
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I can never own something as awesome. XD
Title: It's All In The Head
Author:
sixthwinemaiden/staticspacetime
Pairing: Platinum PairTitle: It's All In The Head
Author:
sixthwinemaiden/staticspacetimeRating: PG-13
Words: 747
Warning(s): none that I can think of
Summary: It seems that Yagyuu can hold his alcohol quite well. Niou feels uneasy.
It's All In The Head
by sixthwinemaiden
The fourth bottle of beer has been consumed. Soon it joins the rest of the empty bottles lined up on the floor. From the other side of the table, Niou’s gaze is intently fixed at Yagyuu’s direction. He seems to find the bespectacled boy more interesting than the glass of beer in his hands.
Yagyuu’s face is red, but other than that he’s far from looking like a drunken person. With fixed composure, Yagyuu leisurely drinks from his glass, taking his time in silence. He displays no sign of displeasure—even if he does dislike drinking, by any chance, he’s good at hiding it.
Niou gives up, settles his half-emptied glass on the table, and leans back on the couch. “I thought you said you can't drink,” he comments.
“I did say that, and it’s true,” Yagyuu replies. “Is there something wrong with the way I accepted your request?”
Niou chuckles as he reaches for a fresh bottle, his last dose of alcohol for the night. “Nothing at all,” he says, shaking his head. The bottle fizzes as he opens it, and he pokes his tongue out like a habit.
“Say, how many bottles can you take, Niou-kun?” Yagyuu asks.
Niou slowly shakes his glass as he thinks. The ice clinks against the glass as he does so. “Hmm… About seven, if I’m really in the mood. But I’ll be calling it a night after this. I think I’m losing it already,” he confesses.
“Oh. In that case, I’ll be cleaning up. Take your time with that. I can handle this,” Yagyuu gets on his feet and picks up the bottles one by one. He then exits the room and leaves Niou, still slumped on the couch.
Niou throws his head back and lets out a groan. “What the hell…,” he sighs.
While Yagyuu’s pretty tough for a first-time drinker, he’s undoubtedly a boring drinking companion. But better him than Marui, Niou thinks. He needs someone who will drink with him, not someone who will gobble up all the food instead.
Niou stretches his arms up, but they oddly bump into something behind him. He flexes his head back and sees an inverted view of Yagyuu.
“Look at you. You’re a mess already,” says Yagyuu, eyeing him down. Then he settles himself on the floor and leans at the back of the couch.
Niou narrows his eyes in thought. “I’ve looked worse than this when drunk,” he utters, gazing passively at the ceiling. He closes his eyes and waits for a response. Yagyuu has been talking unnecessarily.
A still silence follows. Niou opens one eye and sees Yagyuu’s face right above him, with only an inch of gap separating the two of them.
“I wanted to see…,” Yagyuu hushes out, his breath reeking of beer. “…how you act when you’re drunk.”
Niou presses his lips together, but he’s far from looking fazed. “Am I that interesting to you?”
Instead of giving a straight answer, Yagyuu bends his head forward and lets his lips meet Niou’s. Eventually he forces a kiss so deep that Niou’s breathing hitches up for a moment.
Moving up to Yagyuu’s head, Niou’s hand clutches Yagyuu’s back collar and pulls him close, while the other loosens the tie.
Really, Yagyuu’s a troublemaker after all…, Niou’s thoughts trail off. The gray-haired boy breaks their kiss and pulls Yagyuu into the couch. Yagyuu gazes up with blank eyes as Niou removes his glasses, setting it just underneath the couch.
“How long are you going to last, Yagyuu?” Niou utters as he licks just behind the other’s ear. Yagyuu’s breaths are deep and warm against his neck. He trails his lips down to Yagyuu’s neck while his hands unbutton the shirt.
“Niou-kun…”
The fingers pressing against Niou’s back eventually relaxes. Niou pulls back and looks at the boy beneath him. With eyes closed and lips slightly parted, the pretentious façade completely fades from Yagyuu’s face.
Niou bites his lip. “Well that didn’t take long,” he whispers with a sardonic chuckle, brushing Yagyuu’s bangs over his now sleeping face.
He gets off the couch, grabs himself a can of beer from the fridge, and steps out of the house. He gulps down the contents of the can with a single breath, and tosses the can aside into the nearby bushes.
“Geez, Yagyuu, screwing up’s no good when you’re more piss drunk than me,” says Niou, shaking his head while looking into the room where Yagyuu sleeps.
sixthwinemaidenThe fourth bottle of beer has been consumed. Soon it joins the rest of the empty bottles lined up on the floor. From the other side of the table, Niou’s gaze is intently fixed at Yagyuu’s direction. He seems to find the bespectacled boy more interesting than the glass of beer in his hands.
Yagyuu’s face is red, but other than that he’s far from looking like a drunken person. With fixed composure, Yagyuu leisurely drinks from his glass, taking his time in silence. He displays no sign of displeasure—even if he does dislike drinking, by any chance, he’s good at hiding it.
Niou gives up, settles his half-emptied glass on the table, and leans back on the couch. “I thought you said you can't drink,” he comments.
“I did say that, and it’s true,” Yagyuu replies. “Is there something wrong with the way I accepted your request?”
Niou chuckles as he reaches for a fresh bottle, his last dose of alcohol for the night. “Nothing at all,” he says, shaking his head. The bottle fizzes as he opens it, and he pokes his tongue out like a habit.
“Say, how many bottles can you take, Niou-kun?” Yagyuu asks.
Niou slowly shakes his glass as he thinks. The ice clinks against the glass as he does so. “Hmm… About seven, if I’m really in the mood. But I’ll be calling it a night after this. I think I’m losing it already,” he confesses.
“Oh. In that case, I’ll be cleaning up. Take your time with that. I can handle this,” Yagyuu gets on his feet and picks up the bottles one by one. He then exits the room and leaves Niou, still slumped on the couch.
Niou throws his head back and lets out a groan. “What the hell…,” he sighs.
While Yagyuu’s pretty tough for a first-time drinker, he’s undoubtedly a boring drinking companion. But better him than Marui, Niou thinks. He needs someone who will drink with him, not someone who will gobble up all the food instead.
Niou stretches his arms up, but they oddly bump into something behind him. He flexes his head back and sees an inverted view of Yagyuu.
“Look at you. You’re a mess already,” says Yagyuu, eyeing him down. Then he settles himself on the floor and leans at the back of the couch.
Niou narrows his eyes in thought. “I’ve looked worse than this when drunk,” he utters, gazing passively at the ceiling. He closes his eyes and waits for a response. Yagyuu has been talking unnecessarily.
A still silence follows. Niou opens one eye and sees Yagyuu’s face right above him, with only an inch of gap separating the two of them.
“I wanted to see…,” Yagyuu hushes out, his breath reeking of beer. “…how you act when you’re drunk.”
Niou presses his lips together, but he’s far from looking fazed. “Am I that interesting to you?”
Instead of giving a straight answer, Yagyuu bends his head forward and lets his lips meet Niou’s. Eventually he forces a kiss so deep that Niou’s breathing hitches up for a moment.
Moving up to Yagyuu’s head, Niou’s hand clutches Yagyuu’s back collar and pulls him close, while the other loosens the tie.
Really, Yagyuu’s a troublemaker after all…, Niou’s thoughts trail off. The gray-haired boy breaks their kiss and pulls Yagyuu into the couch. Yagyuu gazes up with blank eyes as Niou removes his glasses, setting it just underneath the couch.
“How long are you going to last, Yagyuu?” Niou utters as he licks just behind the other’s ear. Yagyuu’s breaths are deep and warm against his neck. He trails his lips down to Yagyuu’s neck while his hands unbutton the shirt.
“Niou-kun…”
The fingers pressing against Niou’s back eventually relaxes. Niou pulls back and looks at the boy beneath him. With eyes closed and lips slightly parted, the pretentious façade completely fades from Yagyuu’s face.
Niou bites his lip. “Well that didn’t take long,” he whispers with a sardonic chuckle, brushing Yagyuu’s bangs over his now sleeping face.
He gets off the couch, grabs himself a can of beer from the fridge, and steps out of the house. He gulps down the contents of the can with a single breath, and tosses the can aside into the nearby bushes.
“Geez, Yagyuu, screwing up’s no good when you’re more piss drunk than me,” says Niou, shaking his head while looking into the room where Yagyuu sleeps.