Ficlet Series (Tenipuri)

Slumber Party

Jirou fidgeting on the plush carpet floor of Gakuto's room, trying to get all the feathers out of his hair, pouting every time he found another one.

"Gaku-chan," Jirou whined, slumping over as he gave up. "Fix my hair for me."

"Not now, Jirou." Gakuto frowned, plucking feathers off his usually smooth, silky legs. At least Jirou hadn't been covered by melted chocolate... there were feathers all over his body, and his brand new pink negligee was completely ruined!

Jirou pouted some more and tugged on his black teddy. He didn't like not getting what he wanted... he was used to Atobe spoiling him so. "But, Gakuto..."

Gakuto sighed, hunching his shoulders a little, but then was hit by a wave of energy and jumped up. "Let's go take a bath!"

"Yay!" Jirou clapped his hands together a little before getting up and following Gakuto into the bathroom, both of them shedding their underwear along the way.

Outside the house, hidden behind a convenient clump of bushes, Oshitari was pinching his nose together as he rewound the video he had just recorded. Really, he had just come to take pictures of Gakuto, but then his other favorite kitty cat had come along. What luck... and he didn't even know the two of them had sleepovers.

He was so hard now, and rubbed his groin through the fabric of his pants as he played the video. It had been enough when they had covered each other with chocolate and whipped cream for 'dessert', but the pillow fight had almost been enough to make him cum without even touching himself.

And there they were, caught in perpetuity on his little digital camera, hard, pink cocks bouncing out of their panties as they laughed and feathers went flying into the air. Then Jirou was tackling his smaller friend, and they were rolling around on the bed giggling, wrestling together and rubbing up on each other just so.

Oshitari felt blood leaking out of his nose now, despite the fact that he was holding it shut. He really wished that there were windows in the bathroom.

"Oshitari, what do you think you're doing?"

The voice was accusing and commanding, and Oshitari spun around and hid the camera behind his back.

"Atobe! I can ex..." Oshitari blinked, then raised an eyebrow. "Atobe, is that a camera Kabaji's holding?"

Atobe cleared his throat. "Ore-sama has needs as well."

Atobe noticed the streaks of run running down from Oshitari's nostrils, and raised an eyebrow of his own. "You never struck me as the type to get nosebleeds of the hentai persuasion."

"Yes... well, I have somewhat of a fetish for ukes making out."

"Ah, yes." Atobe nodded his head sagely. "Many a seme has fallen symptom to u.m.o."

There was a little distorted noise then, and a high-pitched voice came giggling out of static.

"Wash my hair for me, Jirou?"

"You have audio?" Oshitari asked, impressed.

"I would have video as well," Atobe answered, "if Kabaji hadn't mixed up the wires in the bug."

Kabaji hung his head in shame.

Splashing noise came from the little radio Kabaji was holding, and then Jirou's voice.

"Mm... I have to wash you down there, too, Gaku-chan."

"Oooo..." Gakuto's quiet, husky voice, and then there was moaning and panting, and the definite wet sound of two boys kissing.

Atobe looked around to make sure no one was looking his way, then reached down to surreptitiously adjust himself in his pants.

"Mmm... Gaku... I want... I want.... in your mouth."

Oshitari really needed a tissue... his hands were covered in blood. "We have to get up there."

"I agree," Atobe said. "Can you climb the rose trellis?"

"Of course I can, but can you?"

"I can do anything."

Oshitari shot Atobe an incredulous expression before grabbing on to trellis.

"Kabaji," Atobe said, "carry me."

Oshitari felt Kabaji grabbing the rose trellis below him, and up they went. It only took a few minutes to reach the second floor, and then Oshitari was peeking through the window to see Jirou and Gakuto in bed. Jirou was on all fours above Gakuto, who lay on the mattress, and their little cocks were disappearing into each other's mouths.

Oshitari felt the rush of blood coming out of his nose, splattering all over the siding of the house, before everything became fuzzy and he passed out from loss of blood.

"Eeek!" Atobe shrieked (though in a very dignified way) as Oshitari fell over, knocking him out of Kabaji's arms, and the two boys went plummeting to the ground.

Kabaji cringed, then looked down. Oshitari and Atobe were laying prostate on the floor, their eyes little swirling uzumakis. He had failed his Atobe-sama again. He turned to look through the window, and Jirou and Gakuto were blinking up at him.

"Kabaji?" Gakuto asked. "Did you come to play with us?"

Jirou wriggled his ass in the air.

"Usu," Kabaji said, and he climbed in through the window.

.end.

~omake~

Jirou straddled Atobe's lap, swabbing alcohol on all the little cuts marring his usually flawless face.

"I don't get it... why didn't you just ring the doorbell if you wanted to come in?"

Atobe flushed, embarrassed that he had actually managed to forget about that option. "I wasn't exactly thinking with my head, Jirou."

"Not your big one, any way." Jirou winked, trying to be coy, but looked more awkward and adorable than anything else. But then he was rubbing up on Atobe, and he was still wearing that lacy black teddy, and Atobe found it very hard once again to form a rational thought.