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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Miyuki_Kazuya/Narumiya_Mei
  Character:
      Miyuki_Kazuya, Narumiya_Mei, Maezono_Kenta
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Compliant, Oral_Sex, Takes_place_during_Season_2_Ep_13, No_Manga
      Spoilers, Some_kind_of_anger_management, Blowjobs, (Well._One)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-11 Words: 1832
****** Swallow Pride ******
by Kaiosea
Summary
     The day of the Ugumori game brings Kazuya three unexpected things
     more than average: unforecasted wind, his teammates’ lingering
     resentment, and Mei.
     AKA anger and self-improvement are hard, why not give your rival a
     blowjob to fix none of it?
Notes
     PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EP 13 IN THIS. I
     have not read the manga so there are no manga spoilers.
     ----
     Set directly before the Ugumori game. This fits into canon near the
     end of season 2 episode 13--if you need a recap (since I didn't feel
     like fitting a summary into the fic) this is after Inashiro lost to
     Ugumori due to Mei's own egotistical pride + lack of Masa on the
     team. Seido doesn't get the rematch with Inashiro that they burned
     for and are set to play Ugumori instead. Meanwhile, Miyuki has just
     alienated portions of his own team, especially Zono and other second-
     years, having given them a pretty harsh speech.
     Technically this fic half-way fills my own prompt from the daiya_kink
     meme, which everyone should post more prompts on!
See the end of the work for more notes
The day of the Ugumori game brings Kazuya three unexpected things more than
average: unforecasted wind, his teammates’ lingering resentment, and Mei.
The wind picks up at 0858, which Kazuya notices immediately since he has the
window of the bus open. The window is open because between 0833 and 0838, he
gives his pre-game speech and becomes aware that his teammates, while never
stooping to the level of blatant rudeness, are merely humoring his delivery.
Kazuya can hear himself being stilted and awkward, but that’s his usual, and it
hasn’t been a problem in the past.
At least he knows the reason why. The things he said to Zono echo around the
soundproof room of his memory, but he can't regret it. Everything he said was
what he actually believes, and while he thought it would blow over by today, it
doesn't matter. It just makes for an open window.
Contrary to Kazuya’s preference, the third unexpected thing turns up without
reason. Kazuya sees him before he steps out of the bus—Inashiro’s ace is
unmistakable at the gate of the stadium entrance, leaning against it like it
belongs to him.
Heat surges to Kazuya’s chest. How dare he show his face here after losing so
recently, and today… Mei even has the audacity to be eating a peach. Kazuya
twists his mouth to one side, takes a deep breath and watches Mei pretend not
to look at him. Getting off the bus, he slings his bag over his shoulder,
resolving to sidestep this play. He’ll ignore Mei, because what Mei hates the
most, with his screaming attempts to remain constantly in the spotlight, is
being passed over.
As the team shuffles in, Kazuya positions himself to the right end of the
crowd. He’ll cross directly in front of Mei, annoying the shit out of him.
Walking mechanically, he adjusts his gaze to point straight ahead, almost
hearing Mei’s frustration emanate from only centimeters away.
Irritatingly, the point of Mei’s elbow is sharp as ever.
“Ow, watch it!”
Kazuya can't help himself. He stops to tell Mei off, digging his foot into the
ground. Mei lights up suspiciously with a smug, narrow look, and out of the
corner of his eye, stomach sinking, Kazuya sees Zono tighten his fist around
his bag’s shoulder-strap and quicken his pace to catch up to them.
Mei takes an ambitious bite of the peach, and despite better efforts, Kazuya
zooms in on his mouth, anticipates, relishes the moment when Mei recoils,
having mauled the pit too close with his teeth. He spits a brown, hard bit on
the ground and it’s with relief that Kazuya realizes—looking at his clenched
jaw, bad posture—that Mei's angry, too.
That’s one less unexpected thing.
“Kazuya, I have something important,” Mei announces through a wet mouthful, and
his posture tries to imitate his words, puffing up with hot air. “About the
game.”
Next to them, Zono pauses, crouches down, and starts tying his tied shoe.
Ignoring him entirely, Mei mouths the last bits of the juice off the pit and
tosses it into a dusty ant-pile. Sticky drops of juice percolate through his
left knuckles, and he tilts his head at Kazuya, rolling his eyes indicatively
off to the side. "Come on already."
It’s not like there isn’t time; the bus arrived early. After glancing at Zono,
who is still resolutely fumbling with his shoe, Kazuya follows Mei.
Kazuya doesn’t like to ask questions beginning with why, prefers to sort things
out for himself, so it’s not until Mei has pushed him inside a deserted
bathroom, crushed their mouths together in a typically sloppy mess and cupped
his crotch with one hand that curiosity gets the better of him.
“I knew you’d want me to pay up.” Mei answers, sticking his chin out. “Don’t
inconvenience me, I want to do it now.”
He had a feeling it might be related to that—their bet resurfacing. He knows
it’s stupid, but they have a running agreement that whenever their teams play
each other, afterwards, the loser owes the winner a sexual favor. Mei had been
up for it, but it was Kazuya’s idea, of course. Results can’t be changed, so
the aftermath should be enjoyed as much as possible.
But the terms don’t apply here, since Mei failed to bring his team to this
game. Seido didn’t beat Inashiro, and Kazuya tells Mei as much.
“I lost,” Mei hisses, acting like Kazuya’s the idiot, which— ha. “So I owe
you.” His hands neatly undo Kazuya’s belt-buckle.
Kazuya’s wrist flicks back to lock the bathroom door, shoulderblades thudding
against the wall. That doesn’t make sense, those aren’t the rules. “You know
you didn’t play me—” he starts. So there’s no reason for this.
Mei yanks down his trousers, eyes glowing. “Fuck off, Kazuya. I’m always
playing you.”
Dry air hits Kazuya’s thighs, and he gulps. He won’t say exactly how much he
likes the sound of that, but he feels it—power surging through his veins,
promising heat filling between his legs. Instead of talking, he skims his nails
over Mei’s scalp, watches the angry resolution in his shoulders.
Mei goes to his knees and fishes in Kazuya’s boxers. Kazuya exhales, heady over
the knowledge of what’s about to happen as Mei slips his cock out, already
half-hard.
Maybe it’s his first time doing this. It’s certainly Kazuya’s first time
receiving from him.
Mei laps at his cockhead briefly then sucks down while he can, lips traveling
to meet trimmed hairs, nose to the plane of Kazuya’s stomach. He pulls away
with a lewd slip, only to repeat the motion.
Not a sound escapes Kazuya’s vocal cords, but he stifles his response with
difficulty, growing fully hard as Mei pushes soft lips against his foreskin,
tongue insistently tracing the slit.
It’s probably not his first time.
Scowling, Mei pulls back and turns his sullen face up. “Make some noise, won’t
you? It’s creepy quiet.”
Only Mei could look that pissed off while giving a blowjob. Kazuya snickers and
fists a hand in blond hair, yanking strands together from the roots up. That’s
for the elbow to my ribs earlier.
Mei’s yelp echoes stupid-loud, and Kazuya says, “That enough noise for you?” He
knows Mei—once he commits, there’s very little that will change his mind, and
Kazuya would rather not have anyone who happens down the empty hallway overhear
them.
Glaring at Kazuya's crotch, Mei’s cheeks redden as he licks his palm and
strokes him. His lips part.
The air had quickly dried the glistening spit on his cock, and the renewed
wetness of Mei’s mouth makes Kazuya want to shove himself into the slick
warmth. It’s lucky for Mei that anger looks good on him, forehead crease and
all, and Kazuya’s impressed by how Mei makes a classic sneer into a turn-on. He
would laugh if he weren’t busy biting blood into his lip, still holding back.
His feet itch; he’s sweating into his socks, and his pushed-down trousers are
leaving imprints on his legs.
When he curls a hand into Mei’s hair to pet rather than pull, Mei acts
hungrier, hollowing his mouth like he’s trying to suck cum through the slit of
his cock.
It’s… more appealing than Kazuya would admit.
Mei wraps a hand around the base to manage what he can’t fit between his lips,
and he hauls Kazuya's shaking hips forward in an invitation to fuck his mouth.
From there it's not long before Kazuya's looking down through half-lidded eyes
as he comes, watching Mei’s mouth constrict as he milks the orgasm down his
throat. Eyes squeezed shut in concentration, Mei doesn’t let up, a broad tongue
licking him clean until he’s soft. Kazuya’s chest heaves, and he lets his
bottom lip escape the confines of his teeth.
Mei swallows, wipes his mouth.
Checking his watch, Kazuya offers to do him in return. He recognizes the
obvious signs that Mei wants it: breathing faster, blush at the base of his
throat, and the very fact of the look on his slack face, like a dog panting. He
has only minutes left, but that’s enough. Kazuya has no duty to tease this
time, since he’s not the one who lost—not yet, not on the field.
Mei hunches his shoulders and exaggerates his exhale. The brooding effect is
lessened by the shininess of his lips. “No.”
“Cmon.” Kazuya lets his eyelids slip strategically lower, allowing his
satiation to show. “You want to?”
Mei lifts his chin, stares down Kazuya’s strategy like the barrel of a gun.
“No.”
Kazuya flips a palm to the air and shrugs. It’s all the same to him. Turning me
down because you can, I see how it is.
Knees straightening, Mei climbs up Kazuya’s body, obnoxiously using him for
balance. His hand brazenly flirts with Kazuya’s ass, and normally Kazuya would
be more than happy to go a second round, but with his head cleared there’s only
baseball to think about. He has to go put on his gear and coach pitchers
thankfully less obstinate than this one, a myriad of duties circling his brain.
It’s a surprise when Mei kisses him. This they’ve already learned how to do,
and Kazuya takes a perverted delight in tasting himself on Mei’s tongue,
finding himself not sour, not great, but innocuous. Better than Mei tasted over
the summer. Kazuya lets his hand wander to a curved waist, wondering how far he
can tease before—
A semi-maniacal laugh breaks the air, and Mei’s hand parts ways with his ass.
“Not today. Too bad for you!”
Kazuya just hums to himself and starts to pick up his trousers, examining the
depressed reddish marks where the belt bit into his thighs. “Your loss.”
“I know that,” Mei snaps, stalking to the sink to splash water on his face.
Oops, I made him mad again. Kazuya can’t keep up with the violent shifts in
Mei’s emotions, not with the game and his teammates looming imminent and large.
The two of them don’t talk that much outside of these liaisons anyways.
Unconcerned, Kazuya raises an eyebrow, fastening his clothes into place before
thinking better of it and taking advantage of the conveniently located urinal.
Afterwards, the sink is missing soap, and he dries his hands on his trousers.
He doesn’t have a problem with being seen together, but Mei’s been washing his
face long enough that Kazuya figures he wants him to leave first, so he heads
for the door.
Mei speaks up. “Hey Kazuya. Y’know, if you lose.” He's staring at his
waterlogged face in the mirror.
And what if I do? But Kazuya knows the implication. He can spare a last thought
before he heads into full-game mode, where strategy and play are the only
things that merit being on his mind. He wipes his mouth, swallows, and tastes a
peach string.
“Naturally I won’t forget I’m playing you, Mei.” And Kazuya walks through the
door.
End Notes
     the title is even more of a terrible pun because I headcanon and put
     Mei's future pro team as the Yakult Swallows in my other_narumiyu
     fic.
     Comments are amazing! I'm also open to concrit, my anon meme entry is
     here if that interests you:
     http://anonconcrit.dreamwidth.org/343.html?thread=43351#cmt43351
     tumblr.
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