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sarisiaNeeded to write something, so I went to the pairing generator and shamelessly twisted a situation I found in a yaoi manga (anyone recognize Koi Cha no Osahou?).
What did I get? You'll have to read to find out.
Title: The Foundation of Tea is Service
Theme: Sexy tea making.
Rating: PG, only slashing if you squint
"This is ridiculous. I'm never going to learn this in time."
Tezuka glared down at the shallow bowl in front of him. A low pool of tea stared back at him impassively. Ridiculous, Tezuka told himself once more for emphasis. His instructor in the tea ceremony made a small sound of amusement, but scooped up the bowl without comment.
"Why," Tezuka began to question for what was surely the millionth time, "must starting members of the club be able to perform the ceremony within a month?"
"The tea club," his instructor answered him - in the same way he'd always answered - with a light gaze and a quiet deference, "is a place for students to appreciate traditions. Members should know what to do should they be called upon to perform." He turned the tea bowl around in his palm and inhaled softly before taking a sip. "It's a matter which I expected Tezuka-sempai to be concerned about, especially with the cultural festival so soon."
Tezuka frowned and shifted uncomfortably atop his calves. "I doubt that I'll be called upon to perform the ceremony at the festival."
Dark eyes sought out Tezuka. "It is unlikely," the narrow mouth admitted, "but still possible. If you are, I'll make sure that you perform admirably." A slow hiss as Tezuka's instructor cooled the liquid with his breath. Tezuka shifted again as soon as the other man's gaze was removed. "Uncomfortable, Tezuka-sempai?" was the next question anyway.
"I'm fine," Tezuka grit out, beginning to feel the painful tingle of blood flow through his legs. "Merely wondering why we're practicing alone-"
Those black-as-night eyes flicked back up to him.
"-Kaidoh-kun."
---
Tezuka left the club room with a tired face.
It had been some surprise to have the president of the tea club direct him to the room and call Kaidoh from the ranks of members. He'd expected some flighty, female upperclassman to be his mentor, but Kaidoh had stepped forward, flushing slightly under the president's praise (yet seeming distinctly unrepentant about his competency), and taken Tezuka under his strict tutelage.
"He's shown us great performances since his induction," the president had said. "I'm sure that Tezuka-kun will soon become a great contribution to our club."
Finding the situation a little awkward - to suddenly be the student of an underclassman - Tezuka had hoped Kaidoh'd suggest another member. It was not to be so. After arranging a compatible arrangement for both of them, Kaidoh had smiled politely and proceeded to introduce Tezuka into the world of tea ceremonies.
At their first meeting, Kaidoh gave the names and uses of each tool he laid out. Slowly, they went through the motions of the ceremony.
Tezuka hadn't expected for the tea club to be so much trouble, but at nearly every step, Kaidoh's hands would reach out and correct something - his hold on the whisk to one more comfortable, his posture, and most often, his grasp on the tea bowl. After few days of enduring Kaidoh's constant correction, Tezuka began wishing that he'd been given one of the female members instead; at least they would not be immune to a stoic, handsome personality, and at least they would not direct him toward perfection.
"That's alright, Tezuka-san," a girl would say. "So long as you have the motions right, I'm sure the club will forgive such a handsome boy a few mistakes."
Even if the words would grate him and make him fume over his current situation, Tezuka would have been glad to be without Kaidoh's silent assessment and without the comparison of his fumbling present with his glorious past.
---
Landing in the tea club had been random. After the faculty adviser for the tennis club had dismissed his membership because of his past injuries - "Your skill is amazing, Tezuka, but I'm afraid I cannot approve any member, whose participation is detrimental to their health," he'd said in front of the whole tennis club (Kaidoh included) - he passed through many different clubs, listlessly searching for a place to fit himself without tennis.
And now... Now, when Kaidoh's fingers touched the small of his back he would straighten automatically. Now, instead of wrapping his hand around the handle of a tennis racket with a firm grip, he carefully balanced the weight of a bamboo ladle with his palm. Instead of directing others toward a great goal, Tezuka was sedately moving through the motions of old.
Perhaps..., he thought as he slid open the club room door, he'd chosen yet another club that he was not meant for.
He stopped short, however, at the sight of Kaidoh already ready to begin - tools before him on the tana and himself, dressed in a plain kimono. The kimono was a striking difference from Kaidoh's usual school uniform, and Tezuka imagined Kaidoh leaping from his seat and drawing a sword from his hip.
"Tezuka-sempai," Kaidoh greeted, bending his seated frame with both hands folded before him. His hand motioned to a spot next to Kaidoh. "If you please, Tezuka-sempai."
Sliding into seiza with some uncertainty - there was not a second tea set for him to work with as usual - Tezuka watched Kaidoh work silently.
"It has come to my attention," Kaidoh began, "that Tezuka-sempai may need a goal." Tezuka did not reply, but Kaidoh did not seem to be looking for one because he went on: "The girls all thought that a man, seeming crude and unruly, could not possibly understand the tea ceremony." A tiny, gratified smile emerged. "I've shown them."
Kaidoh's movements were smooth as usual, slipping the silk cloth through his hands into the proper folds and cleaning the ladle. Tezuka noted that Kaidoh swept back his sleeves as he tucked the silk aside in favor of the linen cloth for the tea bowl, sweeping away the day's dust with efficient graceful arcs, and that his hands would often lift to close the part in his kimono, the shoulder of which kept slipping between steps. His hands were steady as they scooped tea leaves into the bowl, as they added hot water and whisked swiftly - spilling not a drop as he added air and cooled the liquid.
Tezuka felt a sudden welling of pride to witness this. Kaidoh was the young man Tezuka had spent time molding into a great tennis player, using his determination and his stubbornness and his willingness and focusing him on one thing: Nationals. Pride was in seeing those same tools being used to recreate something beautiful, and wonder, too, at himself - for if Kaidoh could do this, Tezuka should too!
All quick and effortless, as if Kaidoh had been doing this for years. All with fluid practice - hands dancing about the equipment as elegantly as any of those girls in the club. And when Kaidoh at last lifted the whisk, letting the last of the tea drop from its curls, and set the bowl before Tezuka with a bow, Tezuka felt anticipation rising in his chest.
The tea tasted wonderful - a delicate sweetness following slight bitterness - at just the temperature Tezuka liked. He found Kaidoh smiling softly at him as he wiped the rim of the bowl with his finger.
"Now the ceremony's purpose," Kaidoh said and he watched Tezuka through low lashes, hands folded demurely on his lap. "Tezuka-sempai, do you feel properly served?"
Once again, that anticipation tightened, choking off Tezuka's reply. The shoulder of Kaidoh's kimono slipped again to reveal a stretch of tanned skin from neck to breast bone and Tezuka's hand went to correct it before he could stop himself. Kaidoh's fingers met him there. In that moment, Tezuka relived all those times that Kaidoh had touched him with the gentle heat of his hands - along the wrist and over his shoulder, meaningless yet memorable enough to have driven him mad.
"You never did answer me," Tezuka said. "Why do we always practice outside of club meetings? Alone? Aren't there other new members that need to be trained too?"
"Isn't it obvious, Tezuka-sempai?" Kaidoh replied, sweetening his words with a discreet flutter of his touch against the back of Tezuka's hand. "Once I heard that you were joining the tea club, I asked the president for a favor: to let me serve Tezuka since I cannot follow him in tennis." Another, soft smile as questioning eyes looked up at Tezuka. "Have I done well, buchou?"
"Yes," Tezuka returned Kaidoh's smile with one of his own. "But, as always, there's room for improvement."
What did I get? You'll have to read to find out.
Title: The Foundation of Tea is Service
Theme: Sexy tea making.
Rating: PG, only slashing if you squint
"This is ridiculous. I'm never going to learn this in time."
Tezuka glared down at the shallow bowl in front of him. A low pool of tea stared back at him impassively. Ridiculous, Tezuka told himself once more for emphasis. His instructor in the tea ceremony made a small sound of amusement, but scooped up the bowl without comment.
"Why," Tezuka began to question for what was surely the millionth time, "must starting members of the club be able to perform the ceremony within a month?"
"The tea club," his instructor answered him - in the same way he'd always answered - with a light gaze and a quiet deference, "is a place for students to appreciate traditions. Members should know what to do should they be called upon to perform." He turned the tea bowl around in his palm and inhaled softly before taking a sip. "It's a matter which I expected Tezuka-sempai to be concerned about, especially with the cultural festival so soon."
Tezuka frowned and shifted uncomfortably atop his calves. "I doubt that I'll be called upon to perform the ceremony at the festival."
Dark eyes sought out Tezuka. "It is unlikely," the narrow mouth admitted, "but still possible. If you are, I'll make sure that you perform admirably." A slow hiss as Tezuka's instructor cooled the liquid with his breath. Tezuka shifted again as soon as the other man's gaze was removed. "Uncomfortable, Tezuka-sempai?" was the next question anyway.
"I'm fine," Tezuka grit out, beginning to feel the painful tingle of blood flow through his legs. "Merely wondering why we're practicing alone-"
Those black-as-night eyes flicked back up to him.
"-Kaidoh-kun."
---
Tezuka left the club room with a tired face.
It had been some surprise to have the president of the tea club direct him to the room and call Kaidoh from the ranks of members. He'd expected some flighty, female upperclassman to be his mentor, but Kaidoh had stepped forward, flushing slightly under the president's praise (yet seeming distinctly unrepentant about his competency), and taken Tezuka under his strict tutelage.
"He's shown us great performances since his induction," the president had said. "I'm sure that Tezuka-kun will soon become a great contribution to our club."
Finding the situation a little awkward - to suddenly be the student of an underclassman - Tezuka had hoped Kaidoh'd suggest another member. It was not to be so. After arranging a compatible arrangement for both of them, Kaidoh had smiled politely and proceeded to introduce Tezuka into the world of tea ceremonies.
At their first meeting, Kaidoh gave the names and uses of each tool he laid out. Slowly, they went through the motions of the ceremony.
Tezuka hadn't expected for the tea club to be so much trouble, but at nearly every step, Kaidoh's hands would reach out and correct something - his hold on the whisk to one more comfortable, his posture, and most often, his grasp on the tea bowl. After few days of enduring Kaidoh's constant correction, Tezuka began wishing that he'd been given one of the female members instead; at least they would not be immune to a stoic, handsome personality, and at least they would not direct him toward perfection.
"That's alright, Tezuka-san," a girl would say. "So long as you have the motions right, I'm sure the club will forgive such a handsome boy a few mistakes."
Even if the words would grate him and make him fume over his current situation, Tezuka would have been glad to be without Kaidoh's silent assessment and without the comparison of his fumbling present with his glorious past.
---
Landing in the tea club had been random. After the faculty adviser for the tennis club had dismissed his membership because of his past injuries - "Your skill is amazing, Tezuka, but I'm afraid I cannot approve any member, whose participation is detrimental to their health," he'd said in front of the whole tennis club (Kaidoh included) - he passed through many different clubs, listlessly searching for a place to fit himself without tennis.
And now... Now, when Kaidoh's fingers touched the small of his back he would straighten automatically. Now, instead of wrapping his hand around the handle of a tennis racket with a firm grip, he carefully balanced the weight of a bamboo ladle with his palm. Instead of directing others toward a great goal, Tezuka was sedately moving through the motions of old.
Perhaps..., he thought as he slid open the club room door, he'd chosen yet another club that he was not meant for.
He stopped short, however, at the sight of Kaidoh already ready to begin - tools before him on the tana and himself, dressed in a plain kimono. The kimono was a striking difference from Kaidoh's usual school uniform, and Tezuka imagined Kaidoh leaping from his seat and drawing a sword from his hip.
"Tezuka-sempai," Kaidoh greeted, bending his seated frame with both hands folded before him. His hand motioned to a spot next to Kaidoh. "If you please, Tezuka-sempai."
Sliding into seiza with some uncertainty - there was not a second tea set for him to work with as usual - Tezuka watched Kaidoh work silently.
"It has come to my attention," Kaidoh began, "that Tezuka-sempai may need a goal." Tezuka did not reply, but Kaidoh did not seem to be looking for one because he went on: "The girls all thought that a man, seeming crude and unruly, could not possibly understand the tea ceremony." A tiny, gratified smile emerged. "I've shown them."
Kaidoh's movements were smooth as usual, slipping the silk cloth through his hands into the proper folds and cleaning the ladle. Tezuka noted that Kaidoh swept back his sleeves as he tucked the silk aside in favor of the linen cloth for the tea bowl, sweeping away the day's dust with efficient graceful arcs, and that his hands would often lift to close the part in his kimono, the shoulder of which kept slipping between steps. His hands were steady as they scooped tea leaves into the bowl, as they added hot water and whisked swiftly - spilling not a drop as he added air and cooled the liquid.
Tezuka felt a sudden welling of pride to witness this. Kaidoh was the young man Tezuka had spent time molding into a great tennis player, using his determination and his stubbornness and his willingness and focusing him on one thing: Nationals. Pride was in seeing those same tools being used to recreate something beautiful, and wonder, too, at himself - for if Kaidoh could do this, Tezuka should too!
All quick and effortless, as if Kaidoh had been doing this for years. All with fluid practice - hands dancing about the equipment as elegantly as any of those girls in the club. And when Kaidoh at last lifted the whisk, letting the last of the tea drop from its curls, and set the bowl before Tezuka with a bow, Tezuka felt anticipation rising in his chest.
The tea tasted wonderful - a delicate sweetness following slight bitterness - at just the temperature Tezuka liked. He found Kaidoh smiling softly at him as he wiped the rim of the bowl with his finger.
"Now the ceremony's purpose," Kaidoh said and he watched Tezuka through low lashes, hands folded demurely on his lap. "Tezuka-sempai, do you feel properly served?"
Once again, that anticipation tightened, choking off Tezuka's reply. The shoulder of Kaidoh's kimono slipped again to reveal a stretch of tanned skin from neck to breast bone and Tezuka's hand went to correct it before he could stop himself. Kaidoh's fingers met him there. In that moment, Tezuka relived all those times that Kaidoh had touched him with the gentle heat of his hands - along the wrist and over his shoulder, meaningless yet memorable enough to have driven him mad.
"You never did answer me," Tezuka said. "Why do we always practice outside of club meetings? Alone? Aren't there other new members that need to be trained too?"
"Isn't it obvious, Tezuka-sempai?" Kaidoh replied, sweetening his words with a discreet flutter of his touch against the back of Tezuka's hand. "Once I heard that you were joining the tea club, I asked the president for a favor: to let me serve Tezuka since I cannot follow him in tennis." Another, soft smile as questioning eyes looked up at Tezuka. "Have I done well, buchou?"
"Yes," Tezuka returned Kaidoh's smile with one of his own. "But, as always, there's room for improvement."
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Date: 2007-10-04 03:34 pm (UTC)Tea ceremony, wow... I didn't know it was so intricate!
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Date: 2007-10-04 03:50 pm (UTC)^__^ I also fufufu at the very thought of Kaidoh getting to teach Tezuka something new. Fufufu...
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Date: 2007-10-04 03:41 pm (UTC)Kaidoh is a real softie that we all know. But that Tezuka had a soft spot for Kaidoh. -that was great.
And the ending was a very Tezuka-like comment.
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Date: 2007-10-04 03:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-04 04:05 pm (UTC)*snickers* Always room for improvement?!
yep *nods* very much like Tezuka
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Date: 2007-10-04 06:20 pm (UTC)For you:
"For example," Tezuka continues, settling his expression into that of the captain that Kaidoh remembers, and is relieved at the feeling of recovering power, "this kimono is too large for you, Kaidoh-kun."
"It belongs to my father," Kaidoh explains, straightening and putting little distance between them - just enough distance, Tezuka thinks, for him to be able to appreciate the sight of long fingers pulling the length of the collar down and aside.
"Is that so?" he asks to be polite, but his eyes are on the expanse of darkened skin.
"Mmm, Tezuka-sempai?" Kaidoh's fingers lighten upon the back of Tezuka's hand again in the barest of touches before rising to the length of Kaidoh's neck. "Isn't the tea ceremony also a form of entertainment?"
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Date: 2007-10-04 06:28 pm (UTC)Kaidoh using his father's kimono *huggels him*
*pats Mitsu* You are lovable too.
For you:
"Tezuka-san you have to remember that I have done this for a long time." Kaidoh looked shyly at the tennis club captain.
"Yes... Kaidoh... sempai..." Tezuka answered in a hoarse voice making Kaidoh's skin burn where the little puffs of air had made contact.
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Date: 2007-10-04 06:40 pm (UTC)Pour tu:
These were the hands that he'd guided through tennis practices, and these were the lips that had accepted the teas he'd so clumsily made. And while Kaidoh's touch traces patterns and paths on the slope of his chest, Tezuka cards his fingers through dark hair - back, so that he can see the curl of black lashes above a pink tongue and reddened, defiant cheeks - and the soft scent of jasmine fills his senses.
"Kaidoh..." When the younger man looks up, Tezuka wishes to make that amused smile swollen with his kisses. "Kaidoh-"
"Don't worry, Tezuka-sempai," Kaidoh whispers. "I'm sure our popularity in the tea club will increase if we continue."
^|||^
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Date: 2007-10-04 07:17 pm (UTC)Lovely. It will increase. Surely!!!!
Sweet.
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Date: 2007-10-04 04:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-04 06:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-04 07:59 pm (UTC)I really really really miss your fic.
Your description and words could make even the most boring of things sound better than sex. <3
XD We have to sit in seiza for Aikido.
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Date: 2007-10-05 01:26 am (UTC)=is currently in seiza, but on pillows, which makes it more bareable=
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Date: 2007-10-08 09:22 pm (UTC)8DD We usually do it on mats in Aikido. But sometimes I'll sit like that anywhere.
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Date: 2007-10-09 04:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-09 11:14 am (UTC)When I look at your Miyavi icon, I'm all "His days AND nights have a little homo-homo in them. 8D"Mmmm. Indeed. Of course my friends at Middleton either think I'm a lesbian, or the other group think I'm straight. XD Hee.
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Date: 2007-10-09 12:37 pm (UTC)That's because that particular miyavicon makes him look like he's hungry for cock.Everyone's fairly certain I'm straight - including me XD - but all the relationships I have put me in a masculine role, so I might as well be dating a woman. XD XD
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Date: 2007-10-12 11:38 pm (UTC)Who's cock though? THAT EES ZE ULTIMATE QUEZTION.8D Well I could put a strap on and pretend to be your girly man. XDDD But you ARE the ultimate seme. You even seme to me, which is pretty damned impossible.
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Date: 2007-10-13 12:01 am (UTC)Gackt!cock because it is yummy and often up for action on the stage. [See Vanilla Live (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIl85cKtSDg)]Haha, well I suppose that since I top you, my beautiful lady, I am pretty masculine! Still, I'd be nice to find someone that could make me weak-kneed and wanting with just a look. But if a person like that existed, I'm sure the world would be dead! XD
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Date: 2007-10-14 01:31 pm (UTC)Ooh. That's my favorite video of him. *squirmsquirmsquirm* I was going to say Gackt's cock but I'm afraid he and Miyavi would compete for the ultimate diva too often.... though that could lead to "Who's the better exhibitionist?"sex! So it might not be a bad thing. XD;D I could do my best. I have made a person weak-kneed just by moving my eyebrows before.
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Date: 2007-10-14 02:04 pm (UTC)Last I heard, Gackt and Miyavi were going to work together to form a band. o.O Not a bad thing at all.=saucy wink= Bring it on, darling.
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Date: 2007-10-14 06:36 pm (UTC)I heard about that too! Maybe they can have girly diva bandmate sex! : D;D If I ever meet you in real life, I'm going to make you melt.
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Date: 2007-10-16 02:57 am (UTC)I've asked![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karadin for an update on their bandness. We'll see how close they are to being sekusi on stage!;D I'll love watching you as you try. ♥
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Date: 2007-10-16 03:23 am (UTC)*giggles* I hope the produce good music!;D I'll love watching you as I succeed.
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Date: 2007-10-05 02:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-05 02:20 am (UTC)Aaaa, you're making me want to draw fan art for this!!! ♥
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Date: 2007-10-05 04:02 am (UTC)*wibbles a little*
Woah, that was brilliant. I like how you wrote Tezuka so that there's this constant...discontent or disappointment, perhaps, floating under his character. Your description of the tea ceremony was beautiful, with small subtle hints everywhere (pretty mental images too XD). Love your writing, mem!!
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Date: 2007-10-05 05:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-06 04:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-10-06 04:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-06 09:05 pm (UTC)I like to think of Kaidoh and Tezuka being 'adorable'. I dunno, maybe it's because this is some of my first dabbling in this pair. I'm so much more used to the potential-darkness of my usual FujiKai pair. I suppose I'll just have to explore this pair some more! *accepts love*
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Date: 2007-10-06 04:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-06 09:08 pm (UTC)