An
attempt at Rivalshipping, and a slight dash of League for good measure.
And
Saka. What? You expected less from Kaz?
Theme
song: “Want You Bad” – The Offspring (or is it just Offspring?)
For
dana-chan.
She has
more than 5x the amount of fics than me. I’m jealous of her spare time. ^_^
Whoop!
“Poor
Hirokun,” Kasumi said comfortingly, hugging the sandy-haired Trainer warmly
and dragging him into the living room, where Satoshi was currently sprawled on
a couch in an old pair of boxers watching replays of the Whirl Cup. He turned
his brown eyes lazily towards the pair, saw Hiroshi and blanched. “Satoshibaka,
go make yourself decent!” she ordered, thwacking her fiancé with a scatter
cushion and snatching the empty cola can from the floor. “Ike!” she
yelled, and, grumbling, Satoshi pulled himself up, nodded to Hiroshi and
started up the stairs. She brushed the couch off and shoved Hiroshi down. “So,
what did he say?” she asked, concerned, sitting next to him.
Hiroshi
pulled a face. “Shigeru… Shigeru thinks that we need a break.” he mumbled,
tugging at his fringe, almost embarrassed.
“What?!”
Kasumi shrieked, outraged. “Why the hell did he say that?!”
Hiroshi
cowered against his cushion. “Because I’m ‘too passive’, and he was tired of
always being on top.” he said shyly, trying to avoid where Kasumi was
angrily making threatening and violent words against Shigeru. “But that’s
okay, though, Kasumi, cos there’s always someone else out there, right? Plenty
of fish in the sea… I guess…”
“I’m
going to kill him,” Kasumi was muttering. “And you’re getting back
together, Hiroshi, so help me God.”
Hiroshi
didn’t look too hopeful. “Demo… Kasumi, he wanted me to take more control… I
can’t do that…” he said bashfully, cheeks ablaze and he focused his eyes on
where Pikachuu was asleep on the rug. Kasumi glared.
“Don’t
be so damned negative! You can do anything if you try hard enough!”
“I did
try! But… y’know…”
“You
chickened out.” Kasumi stated matter-of-factly. Hiroshi nodded
meekly. “Hirokun, you need to get a backbone.”
“It’s
not that! When we fought, I could stand up to him easy! It’s just… y’know… that
kind of stuff.” Hiroshi’s cheeks turned a bright red and he hid behind the
cushion he was picking the corners on. Kasumi nodded sagely, as though she had
all the wisdom of love and romance.
“Ah.
Then, Hirokun, you need to be taught well in the arts of seduction.” she
said wisely, imitating Takeshi impressively, nodding in agreement with herself
and watching Hiroshi’s normally friendly face pale just ever-so-slightly.
“D-demo,
Kasumi… I don’t mean to be rude, but… you’re a girl.” He shook his head. “If
I have to… seduce… Geru, then… shouldn’t I practise on a guy?”
She nodded.
“Of course you should. And you are. Don’t worry, he does anything I say or
he gets none.” Hiroshi followed her gaze to where Satoshi was thumping his
way down the stairs, and reappeared in the living room, dressed in a pair of
old jeans and a white t-shirt.
“What?”
he asked, suddenly unnerved at the look Kasumi was giving him, and then when
she left Hiroshi, slinked across the room and wound her arms around his neck,
pouting at him.
Giggling,
she winked slyly at Hiroshi. “Ano… Satochan, can I talk to you in the
hallway for a minute?” she all-but-purred, before pulling him backwards out
of the living room. Satoshi closed the door behind him, and Hiroshi found
himself staring at the muted television watching some random girl order her
Chikorita to waste an Upaa with Vine Whip. He could hear Kasumi and Satoshi
whispering in a heated discussion outside, and a tap was dripping steadily in
the kitchen. And about two minutes later…
“NO!”
Satoshi’s yell reverberated half way through Masara.
And then
Kasumi began to whine. “Oh, Satochan! Onegai?”
“No
way.”
“But
Satoooo!”
“Kasumi,
I said no. I don’t care who it is, I’m not doing it.”
“But you
guys wouldn’t have to do it!”
There was
an embarrassed pause.
“I DON’T
MEAN DOING IT LIKE THAT!” yelled Satoshi. “Sumi, I said no and I mean
no.”
“But-“
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“If you
do, I’ll-“ There was silence, and Hiroshi assumed that Kasumi was
whispering something to Satoshi, who promptly gave a goofy sort of chuckle.
“Ehe…
really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well…
when you put it that way… NO.”
“Dammit,
Satoshi!” And she whacked him through the door with her mallet. “You
always make things difficult.”
^_^
“Satoshi,
stop being such a child.” Kasumi scolded, before walking back over to him
for the fiftieth time, taking Satoshi’s hands from behind his back and putting
one of them on Hiroshi’s thigh, who shot an apologetic look at Satoshi, who
gave him a filthy look in return. “Alright, Hiroshi, if Satoshi is Shigeru-“
“Charming.” Satoshi
snorted.
Kasumi
glared at him. “As I was saying, imagine that my dense fiancé is
Shigeru, okay?”
“Okay…”
Satoshi growled in his throat and sat
on his hands sulkily. “Satoshi!” Kasumi growled, stamping her foot into
the carpet, scaring Hiroshi while earning Satoshi rolling his eyes. “You
promised you’d help Hirokun!”
“I didn’t promise anything –
you beat me up!”
With a hand on her hip, Kasumi looked
quite imposing. To Hiroshi, who cowered into the seat and unconsciously grabbed
onto his foot protectively. Satoshi just folded his arms, stood up and looked
ready for a fight. “But you said you’d help out!”
“Exactly! Help out! That didn’t mean
I wanted you sticking my hand on his crotch!”
“Your hand was nowhere near his
crotch!” she yelled back. “As
if I’d do that!”
“Ano…” Hiroshi tried to interrupt, but Satoshi
interrupted his interruption.
“You just did!”
“Um… Kasumi-“
“Aren’t you the one who says that
he’d do anything for his friends? No matter what?!”
“Demo… guys?”
“I—but… dammit, that’s not the
point!” spluttered Satoshi,
his face blood-flushed with anger and excitement from the short argument, and
he flopped back down onto the couch exhaustedly.
Kasumi nodded in satisfaction. “Hiroshi,
sit on his lap.” she ordered, flicking her hand in the right direction. “And
hurry up! Satochan, if you keep glaring at me like that, I mean it. You’ll be
sleeping on the couch.”
Satoshi gave a sulky pout; Hiroshi
meekly perched himself on the very edge of Satoshi’s knees, shooting him
apologetic glances. Though he couldn’t really be sorry… once Kasumi set her
mind to something, you either went along willingly or got ‘coerced’ into it.
Kasumi marched over to the pair, shoved Hiroshi backwards so that he was
crushed against Satoshi’s chest, then arranged Satoshi’s protesting hands; one
around Hiroshi’s shoulders, one around his waist. And then, to complete the
cute little picture, she made Hiroshi lay his head on Satoshi’s shoulder.
Oh, if only she had a camera… Damn Tooru for breaking his own.
Satoshi frowned from his position on the couch, still with his arms around Hiroshi and Hiroshi cautiously rubbing his cheek against Satoshi's shoulder. "I'm not kissing you," he told him, still frowning when he heard Kasumi tsk disapprovingly. "Sumiiii. Why can't you do this?" he whined, shifting so that he could see his girlfriend behind Hiroshi's slightly messy hair.
Kasumi matched his frown with her own. "Because
I don't have a penis," she told him bluntly, folding her arms crossly
against her chest and glaring at Satoshi, still glowering behind a now
precariously perched Hiroshi, sitting nervously at the edge of Satoshi's lap
and now not kitty-rubbing but trying to avoid the daggered glare his unwilling
partner was shooting.
Satoshi waved the hand that wasn’t somewhere on
Hiroshi it definitely shouldn't have been dismissively. "Ookido Shigeru
is camper than a field full of boy scouts - he's more of a girl than you are."
he snapped, glaring pointedly at her chest and ignoring the fact that when he
waved his arm he had knocked Hiroshi, and now he was wobbling around
frantically on Satoshi's lap with an extreme lack of balance. "So you
can do it." Satoshi said, and jerked his knees, so that Hiroshi
clattered to the floor quite unceremoniously.
Kasumi frowned back at him, also ignoring the pile of Hiroshi that imitated the rug, and this time shooting questioning and threatening glares at Satoshi, who stubbornly folded his arms and looked the other way. It was definitely time for the secret weapon. Before Satoshi had a time to react, she was crawling into his lap with the innocent 'little-girl' look that was patented to drive him nuts.
"Su-sumi, what are you doing?" he stuttered, trying to keep his sanity and
self-control when she started tracing patterns on his chest and gazed up at him
through big, baby blue eyes.
"Satochan..." she whined, though he could have sworn she was
purring, "I thought Hiroshi was your friend..." she said,
grinning as his eyes closed when she scratched him behind his ear with a long,
blue-painted nail.
"Sumiiii" he whimpered, "Hirokun is my friend, I
just don't want him cuddling me-" he abruptly stopped when her
patterns on his chest dipped to his stomach.
"Onegai?" she cooed, "For me?"
She blinked innocently at him and pouted sulkily as
best she could.
"I..." he began, opening his brown eyes in protest when she
pulled away, looking at him expectantly and beseechingly. "I hate you,
koibito." he muttered, grimacing at her squeal and subsequent
glomp.
Hiroshi took copious notes.
^_^
Next morning, Satoshi was in a slightly better mood, whistling a tune and a spring in his step. Kasumi was grinning also, and the pair of them were… well, very tactile. Hiroshi was in a slightly foul mood – the spare room was in the middle of Satoshi and Kasumi’s room and Pikachuu’s room, and the noises that had made his hosts, Pikachuu and Leon very happy had stopped him from sleeping.
For most of the night, anyway. Eventually he willed himself to sleep through it.
Slumped over the kitchen table, Hiroshi barely noticed
Satoshi talking to him. “Ano… Hirokun? Is Leon alright with the same kibble
as Pikachuu?” he asked brightly, clutching a large bag decorated with a dancing
Pikachuu and Raichi.
“Mm? Oh… hai, he’ll eat anything.” Satoshi nodded
and turned to a cupboard and taking out a spare bowl. Pikachuu pulled at a sock
he was wearing. “…nani? You want to share a bowl?” Pikachuu nodded,
entwining her tail with Leon’s and blushing girlishly.
Hiroshi bit his lip and looked at a mark on the table
instead.
“Do Papii and Zippo need anything different, or can they
just have what Herakuroso and Hinoarashi have?” Hiroshi waved his hand, and
Satoshi took a basket of Pokéballs outside. Hiroshi glared at the mark that
kept his attention… if he squinted his eyes… it looked like Shigeru’s hair
first thing of a morning. Damn you, Shigeru, he thought, but realised that he
couldn’t think of anything that needed his damning.
“Daijoubu?” Satoshi asked, making Hiroshi jump, and
realize that Satoshi had been standing there for a while, trying to balance
three coffee cups while holding the back door open for Kasumi and Koduck with
his foot. “You look exhausted,” he said, setting one cup in front of his
friend and handing another to Kasumi, kissing her cheek. Jealous rage burned in
his stomach when Kasumi blushed, and he fought it down.
“I… couldn’t sleep,” he said, in a clipped tone and
avoiding Satoshi and Kasumi’s gaze. Both were blushing. Leon hopped minutely
away from Pikachuu, who pulled her tail into her paws.
“Ano… well... you know… traffic in Masara is terrible at
night… ehehe…” Satoshi scratched his head nervously. Kasumi shook her head
hopelessly, and beckoned Hiroshi out of the kitchen.
“Hiroshi, we need to talk a minute.”
Puzzled, he followed her, leaving Satoshi to work out
the rice-cooker.
^_^
It was way too quiet.
Pikachuu and Leon had gone outside through the Pokéflap
ages ago, and now the three humans were eating.
But not talking. Whenever he and Shigeru ate,
Shigeru was always talking, bragging, sticking his chopsticks up his nose,
trying to eat with them and then complaining when he got a nosebleed
afterwards.
Still, all he had to do was follow Kasumi’s instructions…
and if Satoshi was telling the truth - which he usually did – and Shigeru
really was a mess, although that came through the hotline from Yukinari
to Hanako to Satoshi… then maybe this would work…
Slightly shocked, Satoshi dropped his rice bowl with a
clatter. “Kasumi, I’m trying to eat,” he told her, shooting significant
looks in Hiroshi’s direction. Kasumi shot him an innocent look in return.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied
simply, and Satoshi’s eyes bugged when her foot dragged up his inside leg and
up to his knee. He pulled his legs up tightly against the chair he was on and
tangled his feet together defensively, so that he was just out of her reach. As
much as he loved her, playing footsie at the table in front of Hiroshi was not on.
At the table when no one else was there was an entirely different matter. ^_~
He squeaked as somehow, her foot worked its way up his
thigh. “Sumi!” he hissed around the vase, so that Hiroshi couldn’t hear.
“Quit it!” he ordered, annoyed and somewhat embarrassed, trying to push
her slippered foot from going too far. Frowning, Kasumi stood up abruptly, and
stepped back, proving to Satoshi that she was keeping her feet to himself.
Inwardly, she grinned wickedly when she watched his jaw hit the floor and, trying
to yell, protest and shriek at the same time, he turned slowly to Hiroshi,
meekly playing with his fish and hiding his face behind the vase.
Shyly, Hiroshi turned to Kasumi. “Ano… am I doing
it right?” he asked, twisting his chopsticks around in his grip shyly and
avoiding Satoshi’s thunderous gaze, getting more so, because Hiroshi was still
trying to play footsie.
Kasumi peeked under the table from where she was
standing. “Little bit higher, Hirokun.”
Satoshi shot up, caught Kasumi’s angry glare, realised that
the threat she made last night before they had fallen into sated sleep would
be carried out, and meekly sat back down, stretching his legs out to their full
extent underneath the table. “Hirokun, if this doesn’t work, I personally
will beat Ookido Shigeru into dating you again.” he informed him, and from
the look on his face, Hiroshi was positive he was telling the truth.
“All you have to do is exactly what I tell you.”
Kasumi told him supportively.
Hiroshi looked apprehensive. “Ano… do I just… walk up to
him and sit on his lap?”
“That might help.”
“B-but… I can’t do that!”
“Why not? I did it.”
“Eh?”
“She sat on my lap for three days until I kissed her.” Satoshi told him, rubbing his leg unconsciously. “Said
she was tired of me dropping hints and unless I kissed her she wasn’t moving.”
“But… Shigeru and I are already dating… at least, we were…”
“So you sit on his lap until he takes you back.” Kasumi ordered.
“But…”
Satoshi clamped a hand over his friend’s mouth. “Don’t
argue with her, Hirokun – she weighs more than she looks!” And then Satoshi
went sailing out of the window, complete with appropriate table-marks on his
face. Kasumi set the table down carefully, and nonchalantly wiped her hands on
her top.
“You can practice on Kabigon, né, Hirokun?”
^_^
Next morning, the doorbell rang shrilly, cutting through
Shigeru’s slightly sleepy, mostly depressed disposition, and, Burakki at his
heels, he dragged himself down the hallway to the front door.
“Pika!” A yellow blur shot through the tiny,
Burakki-sized Pokéflap and glomped his leg.
“…Leon?” Shigeru blinked, and took in the frosted
silhouette in the glass of the door. “Hirokoi…” he murmured, hands
unconsciously reaching for the latch and yanking the door open. He saw Satoshi
and Kasumi’s blue jeep drive off towards the cliff-top that hung over Masara,
and both were waving. And then his grey eyes lit up on the grinning form of
his… ex-boyfriend, who glomped him mercilessly, winding his arms around his
neck, burying his face into his shoulder and inhaling his scent. “Hiroshi?” he
asked, his voice tinged with trepidation, gently bringing his hands up and ran
his long fingers through Hiroshi’s haphazard sandy hair. “…you better come
in.” He dragged Hiroshi inside and kicked the door shut with his heel,
avoiding the currently glomping pile of Burakki and Pikachuu play-fighting at
the foot of the stairs. “Ano…”
“Geru-“
“I’m sorry,”
they both said at the same time. Hiroshi giggled slightly, and twisted his foot
into the carpet shyly, loving when Shigeru trailed the back of his hand against
his cheek. But Hiroshi didn’t want Shigeru to be all cooey. And he had no intention whatsoever of losing him again. Even three days was far too long.
Shigeru let
out a tiny squeal of surprise when Hiroshi tackled him into the armchair and
began to trace his name’s kanji all over Shigeru’s stomach. “Hi- Hirokoi?”
he squeaked, watching Hiroshi with frightened grey eyes as Hiroshi promptly
stood up, dragging Shigeru with him, tugging at the nck of his t-shirt, and began to nibble on the tiny part of
Shigeru’s shoulder-blade and kissing it with his lips, knowing that would always get Shigeru to melt, even when he
was angry. “What…” he gulped, “are you doing?” he asked, knees
trembling and rubbing his head against Hiroshi’s hand like a cat as Hiroshi
played with a long strand of auburn hair.
Hiroshi
pulled away, doe-blue eyes grinning wickedly at Shigeru’s pained expression. “I’m
being assertive, Geruchan.” He said, matter-of-factly, and started to
unbutton his shirt, “Though I bet I could be more so if we went upstairs.”
He purred, before entwining Shigeru’s long fingers in his own and dragging him
out of the room and towards the stairs. Shigeru gave a sly smile.
“Feh,
we’ll wait and see, né?” he muttered confidently, though his eyes shone
with excitement. Hiroshi grinned eagerly and dragged him quicker.
“Oh, and
Geruchan?” he said, just outside their room, blocking the door with
his body and watching Shigeru’s flushed face intently. Wincing with his
depleting self-control, Shigeru met his gaze.
“What?”
“I’m on
top.”
*^_^*
[A/N]
Leon =
Sparky/Chuchino
There ya
go, Dana! Promised you it, didn’t I?
Glomps!!!!
~Kaz
xxx