Fic: Quickstep
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cloversworldTitle: Quickstep
Author: clover71
Fandom: Ballroom e Youkoso (Welcome to the Ballroom)
Pairing: Hyoudou Kiyoharu/Fujita Tatara
Rating: R
Word Count: 2500+
Description: Written for the prompt square 'bite mark/bruise' from my card for Trope Bingo Round 9
Summary: One week into this whole relationship thing and Tatara is starting to realize how possessive Kiyoharu can be.
Disclaimer: Author does not claim ownership of Ballroom e Youkoso and its characters and this is written for non-profitable purpose. Copyright remains with the creator Tomo Takeuchi and the anime studio Production I.G.
Author's Note(s):
- Written for the prompt square 'bite mark/bruise' from my bingo card for Trope Bingo Round 9
- I ship Hyoudou and Fujita hard, specially after heat 39 (or is it 40? There are so many versions I don't know which one is correct anymore) in the manga, particularly that stretching/massage scene [no spoilers].
Trope Bingo Round 9 bingo card
***
After more than a year of dancing around each other – figuratively and literally – Tatara finally accepts Kiyoharu's (romantic) advances and succumbs to the fact that he IS attracted to Kiyoharu and is maybe a little in love.
One week into this whole relationship thing and Tatara is starting to realize how possessive Kiyoharu can be.
They're at a not-so-fancy restaurant for dinner where Tatara's just leaving the restroom and on his way back to their table when someone collides against him. Caught off guard, he almost loses his balance but then he feels a large warm hand pressed between his shoulder blades and an arm coiled around his waist.
When the momentary panic finally leaves his befuddled mind, he realizes that a handsome man, probably in his twenties, is holding him, warm amber eyes studying him. "Are you alright?" the guy asks. "I'm terribly sorry. I should've watched where I was going."
A strident clearing of throat alerts Tatara of Kiyoharu's presence. His boyfriend's stare is fierce and murderous and is directed to the man in particular.
Tatara wiggles his way out of the guy's hold, says, "I'm all right, thank you," and then shuffles towards Kiyoharu, leading his boyfriend to where their meal is waiting.
Kiyoharu stills right beside his seat and fixes Tatara with a reproachful glare. "How can you openly flirt with someone else?"
"I wasn't flirting!" he says in a whispered exclamation. "We bumped into each other and he just held onto me on impulse to break my fall."
"Still." Kiyoharu dropped on his chair with more force than necessary. "I don't want anyone else touching you."
Tatara rolls his eyes and claims the seat across his boyfriend. "You need to work on that jealous side of yours, Kiyoharu. It's not pretty."
His remark causes more lines to appear on Kiyoharu's forehead. "Are you saying you don't find me pretty?"
Tatara almost chokes on the piece of fish he's chewing. "T-that's not what I meant." He waves his hand over the table, gesturing at their plates. "Can we just eat before the food gets cold?"
Kiyoharu's squared shoulders drop as he releases an exasperated-sounding breath. "Fine. But don't think this conversation is over."
***
One month into the relationship and Kiyoharu starts talking about branding him. Not knowing exactly what that means, the image that invades Tatara's confused brain is having Kiyoharu's name tattooed on his forehead.
So when Kiyoharu drags him to the shopping district one weekend, Tatara initially panics and sputters, "W-where are you taking me?" but he relaxes a little as soon as he sees Shizuku and Chinatsu waiting outside a store.
Kiyoharu releases Tatara's hand in favor of covering his mouth when a yawn escapes him then he says, "The girls just want us to help them choose a dress for the competition next month," in his usual bored tone.
"Oh." Tatara offers the girls a timid smile. "Of course. After you, I guess." He and Kiyoharu follow them inside.
While in the store, he notices a separate area for men's clothes and he considers buying a new dress shirt. He hasn't really bought anything with the prize money he has won from the previous competition. And even if he has some hand-me-down clothes from Sengoku and Kiyoharu in his closet, it will be nice to have a new one.
"I'm just going to look at some shirts," he tells Kiyoharu and his boyfriend makes a move to trail after him. "Maybe you should stay here, Kiyoharu. The girls might need your opinion."
Kiyoharu regards him with knitted eyebrows. "Why would they—"
"Hey, Kiyoharu." Shizuku glides between them, holding up two dresses. "Which one do you think is better?"
A smirk tugs on the corners of Tatara's mouth and he casts Kiyoharu with an I-told-you-so look before pivoting around and sauntering towards the men's department.
Tatara is going through a rack filled with white dress shirts when a boy who looks to be Gaju's age comes up to him with a shirt in each hand.
"Excuse me," the guy says, flashing him what seems to be a coy smile. "Sorry to bother you. This may come off weird since I'm a stranger but…" He holds up the two shirts. "Which one do you think will look better on me?"
His eyes skip from the light blue dress shirt to the light green one then up to the guy's face and without much thought, Tatara says, "This one," pointing to the light blue shirt. "I bet it will bring out the color of your eyes."
The smile sitting on the guy's lips grows wider. "You think so?"
Tatara gives him a firm nod then almost jumps out of his skin when a heavy weight lands on his shoulder. His head snaps to find Kiyoharu standing behind him, glaring daggers at the guy, his hand clutching Tatara a bit tightly just as he says, "Did you find what you're looking for?"
"Y-yeah," Tatara stammers out and grabs a random shirt off the rack, saying, "I think I'll try this on."
One hour later, they're stumbling out of the store, each girl with arms full of shopping bags and Tatara with his new dress shirt and some cufflinks Kiyoharu has bought for him.
They pass by a store selling casual clothes and Kiyoharu's the one who suggests that they go inside. He browses through a rack, pulls out two white T-shirts with identical prints and heads straight to the counter. "We'll be wearing that," he tells the girl who rings up his purchases then he drags Tatara to a fitting room.
"Wait, what?" Tatara says, confused, but follows Kiyoharu into the constricted space. He struggles a bit when Kiyoharu attempts to lift his shirt but when Tatara finally realizes what his boyfriend's trying to do, he allows Kiyoharu to pull the shirt over his head. What he doesn't expect though is for Kiyoharu to push him against the wall and to claim his lips in an open-mouthed kiss. All Tatara can do is moan as he melts into Kiyoharu's arms.
Kiyoharu's lips leave his to trail kisses along his jaw. Then he feels the wet tip of Kiyoharu's tongue drawing a line down his neck and stops close to his pulse point. He almost screams but manages to swallow the sound when he feels Kiyoharu bite into the skin, sucking like he means to draw blood.
Every nerve in his body tingles and – oh fuck! – he can feel his dick getting hard.
Before Tatara can come up with a way to keep his erection at bay, Kiyoharu practically tears his lips off of Tatara's skin and grabs the white tees he has apparently dropped on the floor. He slips one into Tatara and then he strips off the shirt he's wearing to change into the other new shirt he has bought. "Now we have a matching couple shirts," he says looking all smug. "This should help people get a clue that we're together."
Tatara glances at his reflection on the full body mirror. If the identical shirts they're wearing aren't enough to give away their relationship status, he's pretty sure the hickey close to his collarbone screams loud and clear that he's taken.
Shizuku and Chinatsu laughs and cackles like hyenas as soon as they see them emerge from the fitting room, with Chinatsu raising her phone and promptly taking a picture of them.
*
Six months into the relationship and Tatara is starting to think Kiyoharu's possessive side has been tamed. Maybe? Hopefully.
They're back at Marisa's villa for their annual training camp. And after a long day of rehearsal, Tatara wants nothing more than to have a nice, warm bath.
It's like déjà vu, clearly a replay of the first camp he has spent here with the other guys. He's in the midst of spreading bath gel all over his body when he hears the sound of the door opening. This time though, he expects it to be Kiyoharu who probably wants to take a shower with him or is struck by his usual shower sex kink.
So Tatara remains all relaxed and collected when he lifts his eyes then a surprised shriek jumps out of his mouth as soon as he sees Gaju standing there with eyes wide like a bear caught in a trap.
Kiyoharu appears behind Gaju in an instant and when Gaju whirls around, Kiyoharu's fist flies straight into his face.
"Fuck! What the—!" Gaju's hand shoots up to his eye. "Shit, Kiyoharu. What was that for?"
The glare Kiyoharu pins Gaju with is lethal enough to burn holes into Gaju's forehead. "Were you planning to molest my boyfriend?" he spits out in a monotonous but threatening manner.
An incredulous expression flashes on Gaju's face. "I wasn't planning on doing anything! I didn't even know he's in here. He could've locked the door."
A low growl seems to reverberate from deep within Kiyoharu's throat when he says, "Leave," that has Gaju scampering out the door.
"You crazy, possessive, son of a bitch," Gaju grumbles audibly and probably as an afterthought, he says, "No offense, Marisa-sensei," out loud.
Deafening silence fills the bathroom as soon as the door closes behind Kiyoharu. He reaches out to turn the lock before shedding off his clothes and stepping into the shower stall. "I hate the fact he saw you naked," he says in a low, gravely voice and Tatara wants to remind him that this isn't the first time but his mouth is already occupied with Kiyoharu's. Then he completely forgets all about the mishaps with Gaju when Kiyoharu starts nipping down his neck while his hand strokes Tatara's dick.
At dinner, Tatara ends up being the object of entertainment with the girls – Marisa included – taking pictures of his neck, which is apparently decorated with about a dozen bite marks courtesy of his maniac of a boyfriend.
*
One year into the relationship and everyone they've met along the way practically know the nature of his relationship with Kiyoharu.
Gaju even jokes that Kiyoharu's probably thinking of tying the knot – which Tatara thinks is farfetched since they're barely 18 and not out of high school just yet. Even though same-sex union is accepted all throughout Tokyo and some other prefectures now, he's pretty sure they're not of legal marrying age. Or are they?
Tatara does his best to push that thought out of his head. He needs to focus. It's the Japan Open and the fact that he's competing with Kiyoharu, Gaju and Kugimiya can only mean that he shouldn't be distracted by trivial matters.
Three years in the competitive scene and Tatara still can't get used to this. He always has a serious case of nerves right before every event. To shake it off, he starts pacing around the dancers' area, occasionally pausing to draw in a deep, relaxing breath.
The sudden feeling of a hand grabbing his butt cheek makes him jolt and yelp then Tatara twists around to face his molester. The new dancer he's met at a previous tournament is grinning down on him, eyes glinting with mischief.
The guy who Mako says is half Japanese, half German but whose name escapes him says, "Nice to see again Fujita-kun."
Kiyoharu's beside him in a blink of an eye and Tatara's starting to wonder if his boyfriend has implanted some sort of sensor in his body that alerts Kiyoharu every time someone flirts with him.
"I'll appreciate it if you keep your hands to yourself," Kiyoharu says in a virulent tone. "Otherwise, we'll both end up disqualified and worse, suspended. I'm sure being new to the competitive scene, you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
A lopsided smirk forms on the guy's lips. "I bet you know exactly how it feels to be suspended, don't you Hyoudo-kun?" then pivots around and raises his hand in a dismissive wave. "I'll see you around, Fujita-kun."
Kiyoharu stares at him as if he's committed a capital offense.
"What?" Tatara says in defense. "I didn't do anything. He just grabbed me and—"
The next words die on the tip of his tongue when Kiyoharu's fingers curl around his wrists and he gently leads him out of the dressing area and straight to the men's restroom.
"Kiyoharu," Tatara says in warning but dread fills him up when he's pushed inside a stall and Kiyoharu locks the door behind him. "What are you doing? The next event is starting in ten minutes and you're in the first heat."
"This won't take long," Kiyoharu says then latches his mouth on Tatara's neck.
Tatara's fingers curl around the fabric of Kiyoharu's beanie. Knowing that it was futile to try and pull Kiyoharu away, he surrenders to the onslaught of kisses until he remembers what the next event is.
"Wait, wait, Kiyoharu!" It's too late. Kiyoharu's already sucking a mark right at the center of his collarbone.
Once they step out of the bathroom stall, Tatara peers into the mirror then gasps at the sight of the large scarlet bruise right above his sternum.
Kiyoharu chuckles behind him then snakes his arms around Tatara's waist and plants a kiss on Tatara's temple. "Pretty, isn't it?" he says, eyes fixed on Tatara's reflection.
Tatara feels like his head is about to combust when he exclaims, "No, it's not! Kiyoharu, the next event is Latin!" which means Tatara's outfit will have his neck well exposed for all to see.
Author: clover71
Fandom: Ballroom e Youkoso (Welcome to the Ballroom)
Pairing: Hyoudou Kiyoharu/Fujita Tatara
Rating: R
Word Count: 2500+
Description: Written for the prompt square 'bite mark/bruise' from my card for Trope Bingo Round 9
Summary: One week into this whole relationship thing and Tatara is starting to realize how possessive Kiyoharu can be.
Disclaimer: Author does not claim ownership of Ballroom e Youkoso and its characters and this is written for non-profitable purpose. Copyright remains with the creator Tomo Takeuchi and the anime studio Production I.G.
Author's Note(s):
- Written for the prompt square 'bite mark/bruise' from my bingo card for Trope Bingo Round 9
- I ship Hyoudou and Fujita hard, specially after heat 39 (or is it 40? There are so many versions I don't know which one is correct anymore) in the manga, particularly that stretching/massage scene [no spoilers].
Trope Bingo Round 9 bingo card
***
After more than a year of dancing around each other – figuratively and literally – Tatara finally accepts Kiyoharu's (romantic) advances and succumbs to the fact that he IS attracted to Kiyoharu and is maybe a little in love.
One week into this whole relationship thing and Tatara is starting to realize how possessive Kiyoharu can be.
They're at a not-so-fancy restaurant for dinner where Tatara's just leaving the restroom and on his way back to their table when someone collides against him. Caught off guard, he almost loses his balance but then he feels a large warm hand pressed between his shoulder blades and an arm coiled around his waist.
When the momentary panic finally leaves his befuddled mind, he realizes that a handsome man, probably in his twenties, is holding him, warm amber eyes studying him. "Are you alright?" the guy asks. "I'm terribly sorry. I should've watched where I was going."
A strident clearing of throat alerts Tatara of Kiyoharu's presence. His boyfriend's stare is fierce and murderous and is directed to the man in particular.
Tatara wiggles his way out of the guy's hold, says, "I'm all right, thank you," and then shuffles towards Kiyoharu, leading his boyfriend to where their meal is waiting.
Kiyoharu stills right beside his seat and fixes Tatara with a reproachful glare. "How can you openly flirt with someone else?"
"I wasn't flirting!" he says in a whispered exclamation. "We bumped into each other and he just held onto me on impulse to break my fall."
"Still." Kiyoharu dropped on his chair with more force than necessary. "I don't want anyone else touching you."
Tatara rolls his eyes and claims the seat across his boyfriend. "You need to work on that jealous side of yours, Kiyoharu. It's not pretty."
His remark causes more lines to appear on Kiyoharu's forehead. "Are you saying you don't find me pretty?"
Tatara almost chokes on the piece of fish he's chewing. "T-that's not what I meant." He waves his hand over the table, gesturing at their plates. "Can we just eat before the food gets cold?"
Kiyoharu's squared shoulders drop as he releases an exasperated-sounding breath. "Fine. But don't think this conversation is over."
***
One month into the relationship and Kiyoharu starts talking about branding him. Not knowing exactly what that means, the image that invades Tatara's confused brain is having Kiyoharu's name tattooed on his forehead.
So when Kiyoharu drags him to the shopping district one weekend, Tatara initially panics and sputters, "W-where are you taking me?" but he relaxes a little as soon as he sees Shizuku and Chinatsu waiting outside a store.
Kiyoharu releases Tatara's hand in favor of covering his mouth when a yawn escapes him then he says, "The girls just want us to help them choose a dress for the competition next month," in his usual bored tone.
"Oh." Tatara offers the girls a timid smile. "Of course. After you, I guess." He and Kiyoharu follow them inside.
While in the store, he notices a separate area for men's clothes and he considers buying a new dress shirt. He hasn't really bought anything with the prize money he has won from the previous competition. And even if he has some hand-me-down clothes from Sengoku and Kiyoharu in his closet, it will be nice to have a new one.
"I'm just going to look at some shirts," he tells Kiyoharu and his boyfriend makes a move to trail after him. "Maybe you should stay here, Kiyoharu. The girls might need your opinion."
Kiyoharu regards him with knitted eyebrows. "Why would they—"
"Hey, Kiyoharu." Shizuku glides between them, holding up two dresses. "Which one do you think is better?"
A smirk tugs on the corners of Tatara's mouth and he casts Kiyoharu with an I-told-you-so look before pivoting around and sauntering towards the men's department.
Tatara is going through a rack filled with white dress shirts when a boy who looks to be Gaju's age comes up to him with a shirt in each hand.
"Excuse me," the guy says, flashing him what seems to be a coy smile. "Sorry to bother you. This may come off weird since I'm a stranger but…" He holds up the two shirts. "Which one do you think will look better on me?"
His eyes skip from the light blue dress shirt to the light green one then up to the guy's face and without much thought, Tatara says, "This one," pointing to the light blue shirt. "I bet it will bring out the color of your eyes."
The smile sitting on the guy's lips grows wider. "You think so?"
Tatara gives him a firm nod then almost jumps out of his skin when a heavy weight lands on his shoulder. His head snaps to find Kiyoharu standing behind him, glaring daggers at the guy, his hand clutching Tatara a bit tightly just as he says, "Did you find what you're looking for?"
"Y-yeah," Tatara stammers out and grabs a random shirt off the rack, saying, "I think I'll try this on."
One hour later, they're stumbling out of the store, each girl with arms full of shopping bags and Tatara with his new dress shirt and some cufflinks Kiyoharu has bought for him.
They pass by a store selling casual clothes and Kiyoharu's the one who suggests that they go inside. He browses through a rack, pulls out two white T-shirts with identical prints and heads straight to the counter. "We'll be wearing that," he tells the girl who rings up his purchases then he drags Tatara to a fitting room.
"Wait, what?" Tatara says, confused, but follows Kiyoharu into the constricted space. He struggles a bit when Kiyoharu attempts to lift his shirt but when Tatara finally realizes what his boyfriend's trying to do, he allows Kiyoharu to pull the shirt over his head. What he doesn't expect though is for Kiyoharu to push him against the wall and to claim his lips in an open-mouthed kiss. All Tatara can do is moan as he melts into Kiyoharu's arms.
Kiyoharu's lips leave his to trail kisses along his jaw. Then he feels the wet tip of Kiyoharu's tongue drawing a line down his neck and stops close to his pulse point. He almost screams but manages to swallow the sound when he feels Kiyoharu bite into the skin, sucking like he means to draw blood.
Every nerve in his body tingles and – oh fuck! – he can feel his dick getting hard.
Before Tatara can come up with a way to keep his erection at bay, Kiyoharu practically tears his lips off of Tatara's skin and grabs the white tees he has apparently dropped on the floor. He slips one into Tatara and then he strips off the shirt he's wearing to change into the other new shirt he has bought. "Now we have a matching couple shirts," he says looking all smug. "This should help people get a clue that we're together."
Tatara glances at his reflection on the full body mirror. If the identical shirts they're wearing aren't enough to give away their relationship status, he's pretty sure the hickey close to his collarbone screams loud and clear that he's taken.
Shizuku and Chinatsu laughs and cackles like hyenas as soon as they see them emerge from the fitting room, with Chinatsu raising her phone and promptly taking a picture of them.
*
Six months into the relationship and Tatara is starting to think Kiyoharu's possessive side has been tamed. Maybe? Hopefully.
They're back at Marisa's villa for their annual training camp. And after a long day of rehearsal, Tatara wants nothing more than to have a nice, warm bath.
It's like déjà vu, clearly a replay of the first camp he has spent here with the other guys. He's in the midst of spreading bath gel all over his body when he hears the sound of the door opening. This time though, he expects it to be Kiyoharu who probably wants to take a shower with him or is struck by his usual shower sex kink.
So Tatara remains all relaxed and collected when he lifts his eyes then a surprised shriek jumps out of his mouth as soon as he sees Gaju standing there with eyes wide like a bear caught in a trap.
Kiyoharu appears behind Gaju in an instant and when Gaju whirls around, Kiyoharu's fist flies straight into his face.
"Fuck! What the—!" Gaju's hand shoots up to his eye. "Shit, Kiyoharu. What was that for?"
The glare Kiyoharu pins Gaju with is lethal enough to burn holes into Gaju's forehead. "Were you planning to molest my boyfriend?" he spits out in a monotonous but threatening manner.
An incredulous expression flashes on Gaju's face. "I wasn't planning on doing anything! I didn't even know he's in here. He could've locked the door."
A low growl seems to reverberate from deep within Kiyoharu's throat when he says, "Leave," that has Gaju scampering out the door.
"You crazy, possessive, son of a bitch," Gaju grumbles audibly and probably as an afterthought, he says, "No offense, Marisa-sensei," out loud.
Deafening silence fills the bathroom as soon as the door closes behind Kiyoharu. He reaches out to turn the lock before shedding off his clothes and stepping into the shower stall. "I hate the fact he saw you naked," he says in a low, gravely voice and Tatara wants to remind him that this isn't the first time but his mouth is already occupied with Kiyoharu's. Then he completely forgets all about the mishaps with Gaju when Kiyoharu starts nipping down his neck while his hand strokes Tatara's dick.
At dinner, Tatara ends up being the object of entertainment with the girls – Marisa included – taking pictures of his neck, which is apparently decorated with about a dozen bite marks courtesy of his maniac of a boyfriend.
*
One year into the relationship and everyone they've met along the way practically know the nature of his relationship with Kiyoharu.
Gaju even jokes that Kiyoharu's probably thinking of tying the knot – which Tatara thinks is farfetched since they're barely 18 and not out of high school just yet. Even though same-sex union is accepted all throughout Tokyo and some other prefectures now, he's pretty sure they're not of legal marrying age. Or are they?
Tatara does his best to push that thought out of his head. He needs to focus. It's the Japan Open and the fact that he's competing with Kiyoharu, Gaju and Kugimiya can only mean that he shouldn't be distracted by trivial matters.
Three years in the competitive scene and Tatara still can't get used to this. He always has a serious case of nerves right before every event. To shake it off, he starts pacing around the dancers' area, occasionally pausing to draw in a deep, relaxing breath.
The sudden feeling of a hand grabbing his butt cheek makes him jolt and yelp then Tatara twists around to face his molester. The new dancer he's met at a previous tournament is grinning down on him, eyes glinting with mischief.
The guy who Mako says is half Japanese, half German but whose name escapes him says, "Nice to see again Fujita-kun."
Kiyoharu's beside him in a blink of an eye and Tatara's starting to wonder if his boyfriend has implanted some sort of sensor in his body that alerts Kiyoharu every time someone flirts with him.
"I'll appreciate it if you keep your hands to yourself," Kiyoharu says in a virulent tone. "Otherwise, we'll both end up disqualified and worse, suspended. I'm sure being new to the competitive scene, you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
A lopsided smirk forms on the guy's lips. "I bet you know exactly how it feels to be suspended, don't you Hyoudo-kun?" then pivots around and raises his hand in a dismissive wave. "I'll see you around, Fujita-kun."
Kiyoharu stares at him as if he's committed a capital offense.
"What?" Tatara says in defense. "I didn't do anything. He just grabbed me and—"
The next words die on the tip of his tongue when Kiyoharu's fingers curl around his wrists and he gently leads him out of the dressing area and straight to the men's restroom.
"Kiyoharu," Tatara says in warning but dread fills him up when he's pushed inside a stall and Kiyoharu locks the door behind him. "What are you doing? The next event is starting in ten minutes and you're in the first heat."
"This won't take long," Kiyoharu says then latches his mouth on Tatara's neck.
Tatara's fingers curl around the fabric of Kiyoharu's beanie. Knowing that it was futile to try and pull Kiyoharu away, he surrenders to the onslaught of kisses until he remembers what the next event is.
"Wait, wait, Kiyoharu!" It's too late. Kiyoharu's already sucking a mark right at the center of his collarbone.
Once they step out of the bathroom stall, Tatara peers into the mirror then gasps at the sight of the large scarlet bruise right above his sternum.
Kiyoharu chuckles behind him then snakes his arms around Tatara's waist and plants a kiss on Tatara's temple. "Pretty, isn't it?" he says, eyes fixed on Tatara's reflection.
Tatara feels like his head is about to combust when he exclaims, "No, it's not! Kiyoharu, the next event is Latin!" which means Tatara's outfit will have his neck well exposed for all to see.