Author: M snowym
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Sengoku x Kirihara
Warnings: fishnets and poledancing
Word Count: 380
Note: Written for perfectassassin, because they requested a Sengoku x Kirihara story about "poledancing." Sorry it took so long-- I've actually had this written for a bit, but finals week came and bludgeoned me upside the head ^^;. So hopefully you won't bludgeon me for this fic, although I certainly give you permission if you wish to do so after reading it ^^;;;.
There was so something unsurprising about this situation that it wasn’t even funny.
He hadn’t seen any of his tennis mates since high school, so of course the very first one he’d run into would be Kirihara Akaya. They hadn’t exactly been friends, but then again, he definitely knew the boy. Trembling skin beneath his hands, sharp breath intakes that bordered on gasps in a dark tennis equipment shed... Yeah, he remembered Kirihara. You could say that was one of his favorite parts of tennis. Sure, the glory of the win was nice, but he rather enjoyed making the opponents concede in other ways.
He could remember when he was happy with just charming cute prey-- unsuspecting, yet willing... eventually. He wasn’t sure what had drawn him towards Kirihara. The other was definitely not cute. His face was adorable enough, but after being within earshot of the other boy for five minutes, that description was forcibly chucked out the window. More accurate words might include: demented, evil, and fucking insane. Although when within five centimeters of the other boy, words like hot, sultry, and insanely sexy might also come to mind.
And right now, Kirihara was doing absolutely nothing to try and clear his name of any of this.
Even though this situation in theory was unsurprising, actually being witness to it had Sengoku Kiyosumi a bit shocked. Many people would suspect Kirihara of willing to do anything to survive, but other than him and the fifteen anonymous people in the cramped hole-in-the-wall bar, he doubted that many of the people who would accuse him of that had seen him take it quite this far.
He nearly slid his eyes shut as he saw the other slide down along the length of the highly polished steel pole once again, but he kept them from shutting completely. He didn’t dare blink, because when else was he going to see Kirihara Akaya poledance. In fishnets, and not a whole lot else, no less.
Oh god, did he just mouth Sengoku-san as he slid back up?
Demented. Hot. Evil. Sultry. Fucking insane. Insanely sexy.
Sengoku wanted to add mine to that list of descriptions, but that would have to wait until the other boy’s set was over.