Inui Sadaharu & Kaidoh Kaoru, Prince of Tennis no major tags, snakes word count: 514
Remix of psiten's art where Inui accidentally turn Kaidoh into a snake
“Ssssenpai,” Kaoru hisses out, clinging to Inui’s arm. “How much longer?”
“I’m working on it Kaidoh, I appreciate your patience,” his tall black haired senpai says, measuring out foul liquids Kaoru can’t smell but can taste on his tongue. “I’d appreciate it more if you didn’t crush my arm while I’m doing this,” he adds as an afterthought.
“Ssssorry,” he says, loosening his grip on Inui’s arm.
He knows the table would be more convenient for Inui, allowing him greater freedom of movement and comfort but the table is cold, as is the rest of the science lab classroom and Kaoru’s instinct propels him toward warmth. At least he’d had the sense left to ask Inui to pick him up rather than just instinctively crawling up his senpai’s pants leg; that would have been hard to live down, even harder than having been turned into a snake in the first place.
“It suits you, viper,” Momoshiro had said when he’d seen, causing Kaoru to strike at him, wiping the grin off his face.
“You’re still fast,” Fuji had smiled. “And you look strong; if we could train you to hold a racket we’d still have a chance of winning.”
Kaoru doesn’t find any of this funny. He takes comfort in the fact that Inui doesn’t seem amused either, that he’s working his best on reversing Kaoru’s snake form and Kaoru places his trust in his mentor completely; he knows Inui will find a way out of this, and is probably the only person capable of it. He may be the only person capable of turning Kaoru into a snake in the first place but he overlooks that.
He watches Inui pour more liquids together, red smoke emitting from the beaker. He has no idea what it means but Inui seems somewhat relieved, muttering under his breath as he works, calculations and chemical names Kaoru doesn’t understand. It starts to lull Kaoru into a sleep-like state, clinging to the warmth of Inui’s bicep comfortably.
“Almost there, Kaidoh,” he says, waking Kaoru up. “Let me just…” he uncaps the top on a jar and stares into it tensely.
“What is it ssssenpai?” Kaoru asks, Inui’s sudden shift from calm and serious to concerned setting him on edge.
“I’m out of sugar,” he says. “I thought I would at least make it palatable for you after what I did. Should we go to the store, Kaidoh?”
“No thank you sssenpai,” Kaoru hisses. “I can handle it.”
“As you say,” Inui relents, coaxing Kaoru off his arm and onto the floor, setting the beaker in front of him.
Kaoru doesn’t hesitate, he dips his tongue in, unsure how snakes drink, if snakes drink but it seems to be doing something. He feels hot and tingly all over and just as suddenly as it started it’s over and he’s standing in the classroom, completely naked and greatly relieved.
“I’ll…go find your clothes. They must still be on the tennis courts.” Inui adjusts his glasses, heading toward the door.
Kaoru hisses. “Thank you senpai. I knew you could do it.”
Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T
no major tags, snakes
word count: 514
Remix of
“Ssssenpai,” Kaoru hisses out, clinging to Inui’s arm. “How much longer?”
“I’m working on it Kaidoh, I appreciate your patience,” his tall black haired senpai says, measuring out foul liquids Kaoru can’t smell but can taste on his tongue. “I’d appreciate it more if you didn’t crush my arm while I’m doing this,” he adds as an afterthought.
“Ssssorry,” he says, loosening his grip on Inui’s arm.
He knows the table would be more convenient for Inui, allowing him greater freedom of movement and comfort but the table is cold, as is the rest of the science lab classroom and Kaoru’s instinct propels him toward warmth. At least he’d had the sense left to ask Inui to pick him up rather than just instinctively crawling up his senpai’s pants leg; that would have been hard to live down, even harder than having been turned into a snake in the first place.
“It suits you, viper,” Momoshiro had said when he’d seen, causing Kaoru to strike at him, wiping the grin off his face.
“You’re still fast,” Fuji had smiled. “And you look strong; if we could train you to hold a racket we’d still have a chance of winning.”
Kaoru doesn’t find any of this funny. He takes comfort in the fact that Inui doesn’t seem amused either, that he’s working his best on reversing Kaoru’s snake form and Kaoru places his trust in his mentor completely; he knows Inui will find a way out of this, and is probably the only person capable of it. He may be the only person capable of turning Kaoru into a snake in the first place but he overlooks that.
He watches Inui pour more liquids together, red smoke emitting from the beaker. He has no idea what it means but Inui seems somewhat relieved, muttering under his breath as he works, calculations and chemical names Kaoru doesn’t understand. It starts to lull Kaoru into a sleep-like state, clinging to the warmth of Inui’s bicep comfortably.
“Almost there, Kaidoh,” he says, waking Kaoru up. “Let me just…” he uncaps the top on a jar and stares into it tensely.
“What is it ssssenpai?” Kaoru asks, Inui’s sudden shift from calm and serious to concerned setting him on edge.
“I’m out of sugar,” he says. “I thought I would at least make it palatable for you after what I did. Should we go to the store, Kaidoh?”
“No thank you sssenpai,” Kaoru hisses. “I can handle it.”
“As you say,” Inui relents, coaxing Kaoru off his arm and onto the floor, setting the beaker in front of him.
Kaoru doesn’t hesitate, he dips his tongue in, unsure how snakes drink, if snakes drink but it seems to be doing something. He feels hot and tingly all over and just as suddenly as it started it’s over and he’s standing in the classroom, completely naked and greatly relieved.
“I’ll…go find your clothes. They must still be on the tennis courts.” Inui adjusts his glasses, heading toward the door.
Kaoru hisses. “Thank you senpai. I knew you could do it.”