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Set Up	By : Jams Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, or the characters and am not making profit. This is for fun.

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Yukimura/Niou (as Sanada) Yukimura/Sanada

Summery: "Do you realize that you were set up, Genichirou?"
'Genichirou, meet me in the art room at 4pm sharp.'
Sanada had the little note clutched in his hand. It was 3:59 and the art room door was in sight. Sanada Genichirou was never late. He had found the little note in his locker in the tennis club room and instantly recognized the handwriting as Yukimura's. It must have been important, so leaving things in Renji's capable hands, he ducked out of practice early.
He noticed as he approached that the art room door was slightly ajar, and he checked his watch as he reached for it. 4pm. Right on time. Yukimura must be waiting. Just as his fingers touched the wooden door frame, a moan from inside caught his attention. It sounded like Yukimura. Was he hurt? He peeked inside and what he saw shocked him.
Yukimura was bent over the art sensei's desk with his tennis shorts at his feet and his jersey bunched up under his arms. And taking the captain was a mirror image of Sanada himself. But the vice captain knew better. His blood began to boil. How DARE Niou trick Yukimura like that! Then rational thought kicked in. Yukimura knew better as well. He could always see through Niou's tricks.
'I know that's you, Masaharu…' the captain would always say.
Sanada's eyes narrowed and he was about to go in and give the trickster a piece of his mind, but then Yukimura moaned quite loudly and the black haired boy stopped dead in his tracks.
"Uhn! More!"
That line invaded Sanada's ears and shot straight south. The normally stoic and collected young man went red faced, and he stood there hard and unable to do anything but watch. Those two little syllables had effectively shut down Sanada's brain. His right hand clutched the door frame in a white knuckled grip, his left twitching at his side, the note now a crumpled scrap on the floor.
Yukimura's moans were getting louder, his face contorted in a look of pure bliss as he rocked against the other boy. Niou's breath was coming in rugged gasps, but otherwise he made no sound. His face was tilted low and was hardly visible beneath his favorite wig, for it was a well known fact that he enjoyed impersonating Sanada the most.
The trickster reached around, grasping Yukimura's member in his rough hand. The captain's mouth fell open and his head dropped back onto the other's shoulder. A few more thrusts and Yukimura's body convulsed. He came with a sharp cry, spattering sensei's desk with sticky, white semen. His half lidded gaze traveled to the door and locked right onto Sanada.
The vice captain choked on the breath he had been holding and ducked out of the doorway. It only took him a second to compose himself enough to flee to the nearest restroom.
Inside the art room, Yukimura and Niou were straightening their clothes and exchanging looks.
"Think he saw us?"
"I know he did," Yukimura grinned, "His expression was priceless."
"So then your evil plot is working," Niou laughed a little, "and I thought I was the master."
"Well that's what you get for thinking."
"Ha ha."
Yukimura shot a thoughtful glance at the door, "I should go after him before he 'wills' it away."
"That would blow your plans if he did," a smirk, "but there's prob'ly some 'blowing' in your plans, eh?"
Yukimura half glared, but laughed anyway, "Perhaps. Can I trust you to clean up things here, Masaharu?"
"Sure. Go on before fukubuchou's iron will kicks in."
"Thank you Masaharu. I'll make sure to pay you back.
"No need," Niou replied, pulling off his wig. "It's not every day that I get to bang Buchou. Win/win for me."
Yukimura smiled and nodded. As the captain exited the room, Niou watched the retreating form, running his fingers through the cum on the desk and sucking his fingers into his mouth.
"Mmm… Puri…"
Down the hall, Sanada was splashing cold water on his face, trying to will away the erotic images of Yukimura and 'himself' doing… THAT! He was harder than he had ever been. Cursed teenage hormones! He'd be better off without them.
Damn Yukimura. He was the only person that could get under the stern one's skin. The only person who could break Sanada's sense of 'mu' (1) The only person who seemed to know everything about him, even though he never spoke about himself. Sanada leaned down to splash some more water on his face.
"Enjoy the show Genichirou?"
His head shot up at the sound of the voice, and he caught Yukimura's gaze in the reflective glass.
"Yukimura… I…" He stuttered. How was he unable to find the words? He always had the proper words to say.
"There's no need to explain yourself."
"The note…"
"I wanted you to catch us."
"I was just…" It took Sanada's mind a moment to register what Yukimura had just said, "Wait. What?" Oh, that was eloquent.
"I wanted you to catch us," Yukimura repeated, "Do you realize that you were set up, Genichirou?"
Sanada's mouth dropped open, "Damn Niou…"
"Masaharu had nothing to do with it. He merely helped me carry it out."
Yukimura was the mastermind behind this? Sanada was a bit stunned.
"So," Yukimura was edging closer, "Did you enjoy watching us?" He was backing the vice captain into the counter as he spoke, "Did you enjoy seeing yourself," his voice dropped to a whisper that brushed Sanada's ear, "fucking me?"
Sanada nearly lost the ability to stand from the crass words falling from Yukimura's lips. As well as from the images of himself in Niou's shoes. Yukimura pressed a leg in between Sanada's and the black haired boy's erection was back full force. So much for willing it away.
"Tell me, Genichirou."
Sanada licked his lips and nodded dumbly, his face red.
"Would you like to do that to me?"
"Ahh…" Sanada couldn't seem to form words at this point.
Yukimura grinned and reached between the other boy's legs, massaging gently. Sanada let out a noise that resembled a squeak, and Yukimura found it terribly amusing. He giggled a little against Sanada's neck and tried to coax the sound out again.
He enjoyed the power he had over the other. He decided to take it one step further and reached inside the other boy's shorts, grasping the hardened length within. There was that squeaking noise again. He tugged at Sanada's member gently and the vice captain moaned softly.
"Nnn… Yuki…mu…ra…"
"I'd rather you use my given name, Genichirou."
"Sei… Sei…" Sanada couldn't seem to bring himself to say it. He was too far gone.
"No worries. I'll make you say it."
Yukimura dropped to his knees, taking Sanada's shorts with him. He took the whole length into his mouth with no warning, and Sanada couldn't resist the urge to cry out in pleasure.
"Aaahn!"
Yukimura took Sanada deep into his throat and moaned. Sanada's eyes rolled back in his head at the vibrations. His fingers clutched at the counter as he fought to remain standing. There was no will left in Sanada Genichirou's body. The "child of god" was sucking it all away. He was no god child. He was a demon if anything!
Yukimura pulled away, and Sanada moaned softly at the loss. The captain stood, dropping his shorts, his member at full attention once again.
"Take me Genchirou."
Sanada nodded dumbly, reaching for the other boy's hips and pulling him close. Yukimura positioned them so that he was leaning over the counter, and an amusing sense of déjà vu hit him. He was already well prepared from his encounter with Niou. Sanada pressed against Yukimura's entrance gently.
"I'm not going to break, Genichirou. Just let go."
At that, Sanada just decided to screw it. Quite literally. He shoved into Yukimura roughly, the slightly smaller boy gasping at how sudden it was. Sanada was just a bit bigger than Niou, and he slightly unexpected that. He didn't want to show any semblance of pain in fear of Sanada coming to his senses and wanting to stop. He didn't want Sanada to stop. He wanted to see the unbridled passion the stoic young man kept bottled up inside. He wanted Sanada to 'invoke fire.'
And that was just what Sanada did. His hips snapped uncontrollably as he thrust in and out of Yukimura. His breaths came in ragged gasps, but otherwise he made no sound. His head was tilted low, his face hidden by his dark bangs. He reached around, grasping Yukimura's length in his rough hand. It amused Yukimura a bit at how he was acting just how Niou had been just moments ago. The trickster seemed to know Sanada just as well as Yukimura did, and they both knew him better than he seemed to know himself.
A few more thrusts and Sanada came.
"Seiichi!"
Sanada filled Yukimura with hot seed, and Yukimura couldn't hold back. He released as well, both of them falling over the counter, panting heavily. They stood there like that for a moment trying to regain their breath.
"You're very beautiful when you let go, Genichirou."
Sanada blushed a little, "You're just beautiful."
Yukimura smiled.
"The lovey dovey crap is killing my boner. But I knew there was blowing in your plans."
The captain and vice captain both shot up, both sets of eyes darting to the door. There stood Niou, with his length in his hand, watching them. Sanada growled, but Yukimura seemed unaffected.
"It's rude to lurk in doorways, Masaharu."
"Sorry. Should I join you guys? You could get that debt paid off."
Yukimura grinned quite feral like, "I suppose I could. And Genichirou needs to be punished for watching us the way he did."
Sanada facepalmed, whispering under his breath.
"Tarundoru…"
It was going to be an eventful evening…

Owari

1) A sense of 'Mu' is a state of emptiness usually obtained through concentration and diligence. Normally it is preached in sports like archery and kendo. If you obtain 'Mu' you can better master the sport.
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