A Modest Proposal: Rikkai-Style

Title: A Modest Proposal: Rikkai-Style
Rating: NC17
Pairing: D1, YukiSana, SanaAto, KiriBun, honorable mentioning of Sakaki/Atobe
WC: 4,000-5,000
Challenge: Theme #23 for LJcomm fanfic100 "Lovers"
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.

because my thesis has made me delirious, of course.
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--the day starts at Yagyuu's house--


"Say, Hiro, if you could sleep with anyone else on the team, who would you pick?" Niou stared at the ceiling as he spoke, hand tracing lazy circles on Yagyuu's stomach. Yagyuu's family was on vacation for the weekend, and Niou had slept over - though they didn't get much sleeping done.

"Why would I, when I have you?" Yagyuu squeezed Niou's shoulder. "Why? Who would you?"

"Kirihara." Niou didn't even pause to think before he blurted out their junior's name.

"Reply faster, I don't think you sounded eager enough," Yagyuu replied dryly, shifting underneath Niou's weight.

"Sorry... but don't you think he'd be an awesome lay? He'd probably make the best sounds and be all squirmy and hot." Niou could feel his cock stirring at just the thought of it. "Probably what Yanagi liked so much about him. Poor Yanagi, losing Kirihara to Marui."

"Masaharu, are you getting aroused thinking about Kirihara?" Yagyuu sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and picking up his boxers.

"Where are you going?" Niou lazily stroked himself, looking up at Yagyuu with the lustiest expression he could muster without cracking up.

"Home." Yagyuu pulled on his pants.

"But Hiro, this is your home..."

Yagyuu froze, then picked up Niou's clothes and shoved them at him. "Then you're going home."

"Hiro, I can't go home like this!" Niou tried whining, spreading his legs and fingering himself with his free hand, his other hand never stopping its stroking.

"Then go to Kirihara's house." Yagyuu walked out of his room, leaving the door open.

Yagyuu, Niou pondered, was one easily jealous, possessive freak.


--later that day, halfway across town--


"Can you believe it? He was getting off thinking about doing Kirihara." Yagyuu's long fingers squeezed his cup so hard, it was a wonder the glass didn't shatter.

"Hiroshi, isn't that hot?"

"What? No! My boyfriend was-"

"I meant the cup. The tea's hot..." Yukimura pointed at the steam rising from the cup in Yagyuu's hand.

"SHIT." Yagyuu released the teacup, pressing his hand against the cool metal table to ease the pain. Yukimura arched an eyebrow. He'd only ever heard Yagyuu swear once before, and that was under his breath. Niou must have him really worked up for him to be this upset.

"Hiroshi, listen to me." Yukimura waited until Yagyuu raised annoyed eyes to meet his before continuing. "Just because Niou might think of Akaya-kun sometimes, doesn't mean he loves Akaya. He's with you because he loves you. I watched as Genichirou jerked off to a video of Atobe playing tennis; that doesn't mean Genichirou would rather have sex with him than me, though."

"Shows how little you know," Yagyuu muttered.

"What?" Yukimura's eyes widened and his lips thinned into his no-nonsense face.

"Uh, nothing. I should go..." Yagyuu rose, but an iron grip on his wrist pulled him back down.

"Sit your ass down." Yukimura's eyes had narrowed and his voice steeled. Yagyuu fell back in his seat immediately - this wasn't Yukimura Seiichi, the boy he'd known since pre-school. This was Yukimura-buchou, the captain who'd led both their junior and senior high tennis team to six consecutive National titles. Yukimura-buchou was a man to be feared and respected. "Now, what did you mean by that?"

"Er, Seiichi, this is one of those situations where you don't kill the messenger, OK?" Yagyuu nervously pushed his glasses up with his free hand. When Yukimura showed no sign of having heard him, Yagyuu continued, "Sanada's been screwing Atobe every Saturday when he tells you he's helping out at the dojo. That's where he is right n- OW!" Yagyuu grabbed the hand that was squeezing his wrist so tightly he could swear he heard the bones rub together, trying to pry it off.

"Excuse me." Yukimura released Yagyuu's hand, throwing some cash down for their tea and storming out of the door. Yagyuu waited for a minute, and Yukimura stormed back in, putting both hands flat on the table and leaning forward into Yagyuu's face. "Where are they?"

"The hotel on sixth street. You'll have to call Yanagi for the room number."

"Renji knows?"

Yagyuu nodded, afraid of withholding any information from his pissed off captain.


--in the aforementioned hotel on sixth street--


Atobe's eyes were squeezed shut as he rode Sanada. He was panting, moaning, and in general making all manners of wanton sounds as his movements quickened, his hands pressed on Sanada's firm abs to keep his balance. Atobe lifted himself up and slammed down - his thighs were going to protest the abuse later that day, but damned if it weren't worth it. Sanada was the best lay he'd ever gotten. He had the largest cock of all the men Atobe had been with and filled him in just the right ways and his low groans sent Atobe's blood straight to his cock, arousing him impossibly more.

"SHIT," Atobe bit out as Sanada's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it in time with his movements. Another minute, and he came, cock releasing thick, white strands of sticky mess onto Sanada's stomach. Atobe stopped moving, panting hard, Sanada's cock still buried deep inside him. With a grunt, Sanada flipped them around and started thrusting into him, fast and hard.

"Ugh! Sanada!" Atobe moaned. His cock had only softened halfway and was already hardening again - there certainly were benefits to being young. Kantoku never got hard again that fast. Each thrust scraped against his prostate and before long, Atobe was rocking up to meet Sanada's almost vicious thrusts.

"GENICHIROU, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!"

The roaring of what was undoubtedly one pissed Yukimura Seiichi's voice broke through the haze of pleasure clouding Atobe's mind and he opened his eyes, looking at the door. A red-faced, narrow-eyed, very, very angry Rikkai captain stood in the doorway.

"Seiichi!" Sanada gasped, simultaneously surprised and scared witless.

Atobe felt Sanada's cock twitch inside him and a hot wetness spreading - Sanada apparently got off on being caught. He moaned as Sanada jerked out, leaving him empty and still aroused.

"This... he... you-" Sanada stood next to the bed, naked except for his infuriating baseball cap, searching for some explanation. When his still-erect cock was slick with lube and semen though, there really wasn't anything he could say that could be taken remotely seriously by his furious boyfriend - ex-boyfriend, Atobe corrected wryly. "How did you get in?"

Atobe raised an eyebrow as he sat up. This was the first time he'd seen Sanada stuttering, and it wasn't very pretty - that was quite possibly the single lamest thing Sanada could've said in this particular situation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your betrayal? I apologize, please, finish fucking your whore." Yukimura's voice, dripping with sarcasm, was quiet and packed with contained wrath. "And by the way? We're through." Yukimura slammed the door as he left.

"Well?" Atobe looked at Sanada, who had already started wrestling into his clothes on his way towards the door. Sanada turned to look back at him. "If you leave now, we're through. You can't expect ore-sama to wait for you."

"Atobe, we're just fucking to let off steam, remember? He's the one I... he's the one I love." Sanada words were the truth - Atobe knew this. They'd first started their secret meetings because Sanada needed to be on top sometimes, and Atobe refused to bottom to anyone from Hyoutei ever since he started senior high and Sakaki-sensei wasn't there anymore. That was why they still used each other's last names.

He knew all of this, yet for some reason, Atobe's chest felt hollow as he watched Sanada dress quickly and run out the door after Yukimura - the one Sanada loved. He didn't know why he wanted to demand for Sanada to stay and let Yukimura go - after all, they were just fuck buddies. It wasn't like he loved Sanada or anything dumb like that. Sanada had never mentioned loving Yukimura before either, though.


--meanwhile, in the tennis clubroom--


"Yea, yea, there, oh that's good... mmmm..."

Kirihara loved hearing Marui while he fucked him up against the wall. It seemed so dirty, doing such acts in the room where they changed and did weight training and drew plans for doubles formations and whatnot. Still, as he'd learned from when he'd let Yanagi-senpai teach him about the world of men, the clubroom was the perfect place to have sex. There were endless possibilities for positions across the machines, and no one ever came when there was no practice.

"Harder, 'Kaya?" Marui's whimper was hot, especially when Marui turned his head slightly, looking at Kirihara out of the corner of his eyes, and clenched his butt muscles.

"Fuck yea." Kirihara pulled most of the way out, sliding one foot slightly closer and repositioning himself ever so slightly before slamming back in. Marui screamed. That was another benefit of using the clubroom - it was mostly soundproof, and there was no one around to hear what noises escaped, anyway.

Kirihara thrust a few more times before pulling out entirely and jerking himself to completion. "Bunta!" He sat down, his legs unwilling to hold him up anymore. Breathing heavily, he looked up to see Marui moving in front of him, cock still hard and dripping. "Damn, whoever said you didn't have stamina had no idea what he was talking about," he muttered before taking Marui's cock in his mouth, sucking and licking until Marui grabbed his head, thrusting forward and shooting his cum straight down Kirihara's throat.

"When you're ready, please get dressed and come with me, Marui-kun, Kirihara-kun."

"The hell? Yagyuu-senpai?" Kirihara looked around Marui's hips and saw Yagyuu leaning against the open door, arms folded across his chest as though he were waiting for Kirihara to change so they could play a match. "What're you doing here?"

"Yagyuu? What's wrong, Niou not putting out?" Marui snickered. Kirihara smirked indulgently at his boyfriend before standing and pulling his shorts on. That was yet another good thing the clubroom had going for it - it was closer to Marui's favorite cake shop than either of their houses, and watching Marui eat cake was a foolproof way of arousing Kirihara. Marui ate cake like he had sex. He enjoyed every moment of it and wasn't afraid to express it with his voice, face, body - every part of him that made Kirihara never want to let Marui eat cake in front of anyone else. By the time Marui finished his cake and paid for it and they finally reached the clubroom, Kirihara couldn't even bother with any more clothes-shedding than pushing down their pants and getting straight to business.

"If I said that was in fact the problem, would you still come with me?" Yagyuu deadpanned. Kirihara wanted to laugh at Marui's stricken expression, his hands frozen in the process of zipping up his fly.

"Don't worry, Bunta, Niou-senpai's more of a nympho than Yagyuu-senpai. If he were the one asking..." Kirihara trailed off, squinting his eyes as he scrutinized the Yagyuu standing in front of them.

"Don't worry, I'm actually Yagyuu."

"Prove it. Say 'I'm not that tricky bastard' in English."

"I'm not that tricky bastard." Yagyuu's words flowed smoothly and sounded completely foreign to Kirihara. He turned to look at Marui with a quizzical expression.

Marui shrugged. "Next time, ask a question you know the answer to, stupid. He sounds like Yagyuu though."

"So Yagyuu-senpai, what can we do for you?" Kirihara straightened his shirt and walked towards the exit, Marui following close behind.


--awhile later, at Yukimura's house--


"Seiichi, please let me explain-" Sanada tried putting a hand on Yukimura's shoulder, only to be violently shrugged off.

"There's nothing to explain. We're not dating anymore, so it doesn't matter if you're screwing Atobe." Yukimura sat cross-legged on the couch, facing the wall. Sanada sat behind him. Yukimura's family had gone shopping or something and the house was empty - Sanada had knocked on the front door while calling the house and Yukimura's cell phones for a full hour before Yukimura let him in "to stop that infernal noise."

"Seiichi-"

"Don't address me so familiarly."

Sanada sighed. He'd screwed up big-time. He wasn't very good at the whole relationship thing to start with, and didn't even know what kind of a chance he had of getting Yukimura back - he only knew that he had to. "He means nothing-"

"And so the two of you just decided to fuck every week for recreation. We fucked too, Sanada - do I mean nothing too, then?"

Sanada winced at hearing his family name from Yukimura's mouth. "You mean everything - you know that. I..." He paused, trying to think of how to say the next few words.

"You were fucking Atobe Keigo."

"No- I mean yes, I was, but that's not what I was saying. Seiichi-"

"Please call me Yukimura."

"Damnit, Seiichi, I love you!" Sanada balled his hands into fists on his knees. If he hadn't been training in the dojo since before he could walk, he probably would've slammed one of them into the wall. As it was though, he just shouted and squeezed his eyes shut.


--back at Yagyuu's house--


"I'm sorry, Hiro." Niou pursed his lips in what he hoped was a penitent look when the door opened. "I didn't know it'd set you off that bad."

"Come in." Yagyuu left the door open and disappeared inside. Niou entered, changing into the guest slippers he'd used the day before. There were two extra, familiar pairs of shoes in the hallway, but he couldn't quite place who they belonged to.

"Having a party or something?" There was some strange noises coming from the living room. He followed the noises, and stumbled across a scene he'd never imagined seeing in the gentleman, Yagyuu Hiroshi's, house. Yagyuu had drawn the curtains and spread a bedsheet over the living room carpet, on which a very, very naked Kirihara Akaya was making out with an equally naked Marui Bunta, their very, very naked bodies rubbing together in a mess of arms and legs, permanently tanned from years of daily practices under the summer sun. The only things they wore were black pieces of clothes over their eyes, acting as blindfolds. "What in the hell?"

Arms encircled his waist from behind, one hand toying with his fly and the other squeezing his crotch. He leaned into the hard chest pressed into his back as Yagyuu's voice breathed into his ear, "Is this what you wanted?"

"Holy fuck. I love you. Have I told you that recently? Because oh my god do I love you."

Marui whimpered, and Niou noticed that one of Kirihara's hands had disappeared between Marui's legs. Niou's pants were now very uncomfortable levels of tight, and he moaned when Yagyuu, having undid the hook and zipper, reached inside his boxers with one hand and started stroking his cock. The other worked at tugging Niou's shirt over his head. "Oh yea. Fuck, Hiro. You're amazing. So amazing." He thrust lightly into Yagyuu's hand. When he and Yagyuu finally divested him of his clothes, Niou turned his head and reached back with his hands to grab Yagyuu's head and pull him forward for a kiss. His back pressed into Yagyuu's hard chest and Niou realized that Yagyuu was already naked - good, that would save him the trouble.

"Ah! Akaya!" Marui's gasp turned Niou on more than it should have, though that could also in part be due to Yagyuu grinding his crotch against Niou's ass. Cracking an eye open, Niou watched Marui thrusting his hips up against Kirihara's hands. Just then, Yagyuu started to maneuver them towards the couch, where he'd also laid down a protective sheet. Yagyuu thought of everything - when Niou felt himself pulled into Yagyuu's lap, he noticed the coffee table usually in front of the couch had been moved, offering him an obstacle-free view of the two going at it in front of them.

Niou slid forward, spreading his legs. If either Kirihara or Marui weren't blindfolded, they just needed to turn to be treated to the sight of Yagyuu slipping a lubed finger inside Niou while his other hand rubbed over Niou's chest, stopping occasionally to pay extra attention to a nipple. Niou moaned as he understood the reason for the blindfolds - Yagyuu wanted him to see Kirihara and Marui, but he didn't want them to see Niou. How he'd managed to convince them, Niou would never know, but that wasn't important. What was important, was that the depth of Yagyuu's possessiveness over him struck a chord in him that made his heart ache and his cock throb.

His eyes fell closed as Yagyuu slid another finger inside him, stretching him and pressing against that spot that made him gasp Yagyuu's name and thrust against the fingers, trying to get them deeper. "Hiro!"

"Open your eyes, Masaharu, or you'll miss the show." Yagyuu's voice was throatier than usual. Niou felt Yagyuu dropping light kisses on his shoulder and tilted his head to let Yagyuu lavish kisses along his neck. He buried one hand in Yagyuu's thick, silky hair, pressing his hot lips harder against his neck.

"Hiro. Hiro. Oh gods Hiro." Niou couldn't stop chanting Yagyuu's name as Yagyuu added a third finger. Despite Yagyuu's reminder, he almost forgot about the couple in front of them, so lost was he in Yagyuu's embrace, until Kirihara grunted. Forcing an eye open, Niou saw Kirihara bracing Marui's legs against his shoulders, hands holding up the round cheeks of Marui's ass as his cock slid completely out of sight inside Marui. Marui was biting down on his lip so hard that he might have drawn blood. His eye fell shut again as Yagyuu started licking his ear, biting it lightly before swirling his tongue along the sensitized shell, sending shivers running down Niou's spine.

Niou started thrusting against Yagyuu's fingers. "Now, Hiro, please," he moaned. Yagyuu pulled his fingers out and raised Niou's hips - Yagyuu was strong, stronger than Niou had realized - and slowly lowered him down on his already lubed cock. Yagyuu had everything planned out to the letter.

In front of them, Kirihara had pulled out of Marui and thrust back in once, slowly. "Ugh!" Niou wasn't sure which of them had made the sound, but he knew it was hot.

"I think if there is a heaven, it'd be just like this," Niou whispered to Yagyuu, rocking in the other's lap. One of his hands was still buried in Yagyuu's hair, the other lightly stroking his own cock. Yagyuu's hands danced along his ribcage, leaving a trail of fire and electricity in their wake.

"You're a sick, sick person, Niou Masaharu." Yagyuu's voice was strained and just slightly breathless. Niou loved it when Yagyuu sounded like that, because it showed how much he could affect the perfect gentleman.

"And you love me for it." Niou gasped as Yagyuu started lightly thrusting and hit that spot inside him. White stars dotted his vision, blotting his view of Kirihara making slow, sweet love to Marui. He would've thought Kirihara would pound into his lover and that Marui would be screaming with pleasure and they'd hump each other to a quick and mutually satisfying completion, but apparently they'd decided to take it slow today.

"Yes, I do." Yagyuu thrust a little harder, and Niou moaned.

"What made you decide to do this?" Niou usually preferred rough, fast, hard sex, with Yagyuu slamming into him again and again as he twisted and writhed until they both came screaming and gasping for breath. To his knowledge, Yagyuu liked it that way, too. They rarely ever had sex this slow, but gods was it ever amazing. He never knew the intimate touches and heartfelt whispers could feel this good.

"You. I'd do anything for you, Masaharu."

Niou's chest constricted. His eyes watered and he blinked. Even if he'd never felt this overwhelmed with happiness and pleasure before, he still wasn't going to cry like some girl losing her virginity. In front of them, Kirihara's thrusts started to pick up in speed and Marui's gasps and whines of pleasure simultaneously went up in volume. One of Yagyuu's hand's found its way between Niou's legs and pressed at the spot between his balls and his asshole, and he nearly lost it. "Ugh!" They'd found it awhile ago when sixty-nining, but Yagyuu had never pressed it while his cock was stretching Niou deliciously open and pressing against his prostate. Twin jolts of pleasure spiked up Niou's nerves. Yagyuu kept rubbing there as his other hand replaced Niou's squeezing and stroking his painfully hard cock.

"Hiro!" Niou gasped as he came, body stiffening, back arching, and muscles clamping down on Yagyuu. He tore his eyes away from the couple in front of them and tugged Yagyuu's face down for another kiss, tongue thrusting fiercely into Yagyuu's mouth. A few gentle thrusts later, Niou felt Yagyuu come inside him as Yagyuu broke the kiss to gasp and shudder violently before leaning back down to continue the kiss.


--back to the idiot and the idiot dating him ♥--


Yukimura was silent for a long time after Sanada's exclamation. He wasn't sure whether to trust Sanada's words or just toss them back in his lying, cheating face. Finally, he spoke. "Do you tell him that, too, when you're coming inside him?"

Sanada didn't respond. Yukimura wondered if maybe Sanada had left. Turning to take a look, he found himself pinned motionless by a gaze with the force of an army. When Sanada spoke, his words were slow and even. "No, Seiichi, I don't. I don't even use his name. I use your's. I love you - gods, how I love you. I don't know what I can say or do to make this up to you. I'm an idiot when it comes to things like this, you know that. Please, tell me what to do for us to get past this. I can't let you out of my life, Seiichi, I can't. I won't."

It felt like a million needles were pricking at his heart. He didn't know how to respond to what Sanada had just told him. They hadn't even used the word "love" with each other before, much less ever talked about feelings this strong. Still, this was Sanada in front of him. This was Sanada, who had cared for him through his illness and encouraged him when he was giving up on ever regaining his status in the tennis world and, training with him and fighting with him every step of the way. This was the Sanada with whom he had his first kiss, awkward and sloppy and nose-bumping in the clubroom after everyone else had left. This was the Sanada with whom he'd first learned about gay sex and experimented it with, the same Sanada who hadn't wanted to bottom but did it anyway because Yukimura wanted to top and who never said a word about it again after their initial discussion.

Yet, for every good memory flooding his mind, a frame of Sanada thrusting into Atobe countered.

"How long has this been going on?" Yukimura was surprised at how raw his voice sounded. He tried swallowing, but there was no spit in his mouth.

"I don't remember."

"A long time, then."

Sanada paused before answering. "Yes."

Yukimura let that sink in before asking his next question. "Tell me about it."

"What?" Sanada sounded incredulous. Yukimura didn't blame him. It was a strange question, asking his boyfriend to describe how he cheated on him.

"I said, tell me about it. Did you kiss? Is he tight? Does his moans make you hard? Is that why you watch those videos of Hyoutei, to listen to and watch him? Tell- tell me about it." It was almost perfect - he almost said it all without a break, but almost perfect had never been enough for Yukimura Seiichi. Sanada reached a hand out and Yukimura pulled back. Sanada looked hurt - what right did he have to look that way? He was the one who'd gone and slept with someone else!

"No, we never kissed. I don't let him. That time you caught me watching that video was the only time - if you remember, you wouldn't have sex with me for three weeks because of finals, and I needed to let off some steam, so that I wouldn't hurt you when we first... when we first slept together after that. That's all, Seiichi." Sanada's gaze hadn't shifted since Yukimura first turned around. It burned its way into Yukimura's body like a strong acid.

Neither of them spoke as Sanada's words sunk in. Finally, Yukimura stood, looking down at the floor. "I think you should go."

"Seiichi-"

"Go."

"No." Sanada's voice was soft. It was the first time Sanada had refused Yukimura anything. Yukimura raised an eyebrow, challenging Sanada's defiance.

"Are you refusing an order, Sanada?"

"Yes. I won't go until you tell me we're not over."

"I can't do that, Sanada."

"Don't do this, Seii-"

"I told you to call me Yukimura damnit. Damn you." Yukimura hated that his voice cracked. It was a sign of weakness, and right now he couldn't afford to show any weakness. He walked towards the door, intending to show Sanada out. He didn't realize this meant he turned his back to Sanada and gasped in shock as strong arms pulled him back, turning him around so that he was facing Sanada as those arms slid around his shoulders and pulled him close.

"Seiichi, I won't let you give this up."

"Damn you." Yukimura struggled, but couldn't free himself from Sanada's iron grip.

"Yes, damn me. Damn me and my stupidity, my lack of social grace, my stupid hormones. But don't damn us."

Yukimura felt Sanada's cheek press down on the crown of his head and tried shoving Sanada away. He considered hitting Sanada, but they had a match that weekend and he couldn't risk either of them getting injured. Wait - was that, was Sanada crying? Yukimura stopped his struggles and confirmed that the wetness seeping through his hair and falling on his scalp were indeed tears as Sanada's body shook slightly.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm not asking for forgiveness - I don't deserve it." Sanada's words were soft. He paused, presumably to breathe through his mouth and bite back some of the tears, before continuing, "Just please, let us start again."

When Yukimura responded, several minutes later, his voice was barely a whisper. "Damn you, Genichirou."

Sanada didn't reply. He just stood, holding Yukimura for maybe five minutes, maybe an hour, until Yukimura awkwardly put one arm around Sanada, then two.

"Damn you."


--the next day--


"Have you heard any news yet about Sanada and Yukimura?"

"No. Neither have answered their cell phones or responded to text messages."

"Should we just assume everything worked?"

"I think that's a fair assumption. What about you? How did it go with Yagyuu?"

"Let's just say, it worked, and the results were more amazing that I'd imagined. We should totally partner again sometime."

"It would be my pleasure - just let me know of any other 'modest proposals' you have. Remember to send me your writeup of what happened for my files."

"Sure thing, Yanagi."

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Written between 2AM & 7AM, so WTFage may apply perfectly. I tried to keep things IC, but I have no idea if I came even remotely close. I know I didn't involve Jackal at all, but that's mainly because my Jackal-muse is entirely non-existent. n(-.-)n Sorry.

Locations are totally random. I just really wanted to label one as "later that day, halfway across town" for some reason. o.0 *is weird* I guess this is a fic of overused phrases...

And dude, I couldn't think of a suitable title. If you have any better suggestions, please, let me know. =.=; This fic, obviously, in no way relates to Jonathan Swift's A Modest Proposal, I just like the way it sounds. =.=;; Swift's pamphlet is a satirical piece starting with why parents during Ireland's potato famine should sell their children to be eaten but really attacking the wealthy and landlords for not caring about the poor. If you've never read it, I highly recommend doing so.