Lace and Satin

Midorino Mizu

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama. Konomi Takeshi.

Author’s Note: Crack for my favorite threesome.

Some things were slightly unexpected, even when you were Yanagi Renji.

“Ah,” Renji said smoothly as he stood in the doorway of Yukimura Seiichi’s room, “I’m interrupting, aren’t I?” Then he paused, and eyed the two figures standing in the center of the room staring at him.

“Could I just ask, though,” he finally continued, “what exactly you’re doing pointing the katana at Seiichi, Genichirou?”

“Oh,” said the fukubuchou. He stared down at his sword. “Well, I’m helping Yukimura get out of his corset,” he stated, managing to make it sound like the most natural thing in the world.

Perhaps it was, at that, Renji reflected.

“I can see that,” he returned mildly. He wasn’t going to ask why Seiichi was in the corset, he decided. Especially since all that black lace and ribbon and satin looked undeniably good on their buchou. Decadent, almost.

Renji stalwartly stopped that thought from progressing before his mental image of Seiichi in his corset was complete with high-heeled, knee-high black boots and a nice, long whip.

“May I ask why this requires the use of your sword?” he asked once he’d reined in his imagination.

“The ribbons are knotted,” said Sanada curtly.

Naturally, Renji thought. The ribbons were knotted, and Genichirou had gotten frustrated with them and had pulled out his katana. It was quite easy to follow his best friend’s train of thought.

Seiichi’s was a bit more difficult, he mused, but they had been friends for the better part of three years, and Renji was perfectly certain of one thing: Yukimura Seiichi was no angel. Which in turn probably meant there was a plot of some sort afoot.

Likely, it was a simple game. Seiichi liked those, and Sanada had trouble telling their Buchou no.

That was fine. Yanagi Renji liked playing games too.

“Have you tried unknotting them?” he inquired, purely out of a sense of curiosity.

Well, and maybe a bit of perverse humor, he admitted to himself as he watched Genichirou’s hand twitch, just slightly, and watched Seiichi lean back languidly, out of reach of the slightly shaking sword.

“Sanada isn’t very patient,” Seiichi murmured almost demurely before blinking innocently at Renji. “Would you mind helping, Renji?”

“Of course not, Seiichi,” Renji answered immediately. He prided himself on being the soul of gallantry at all times – mostly because it gave Genichirou fits. He stepped into the room and led Seiichi over to a conveniently placed divan. “You might be more comfortable sitting, however,” he added as he ran light fingers over the thin, black satin ribbons. “How on earth did they get so knotted?” he asked as he starts to tug gently at the tangles, loosening them slowly.

“I let my sister lace it,” Yukimura said airily. “I don’t think she quite has the trick of it yet.”

“Ah,” said Renji, before lapsing into silence. Everything was quiet for a few moments, and all he heard was the steady sound of Seiichi’s breath, and the feel of it fluttering across the top of his own head as he carefully unlaced the black corset.

But then the moment was interrupted by a rather rude coughing sound from across the room. Renji turned his head and stared at Sanada.

“Yes?” he murmured in an inquiring tone, staring over at his best friend. Sanada’s eyes were narrowed and his mouth was pressed into a thin line, Renji noted. His cheeks were slightly flushed too, Rikkai’s data specialist observed. Genichirou was either embarrassed or possibly turned on.

Both, Renji decided as he stroked a single finger up Yukimura’s bare skin. No point in not taking advantage of it.

Yukimura shivered slightly as Renji’s fingers stroked up the soft skin of his chest, but his reaction was nothing compared to Sanada’s.

Genichirou rather looked like he was about to go into convulsions.

“Renji,” murmured Yukimura reprovingly. “It’s not nice to play and not invite your friends.”

He lifted his head and looked back over at his second in command. “Would you help too, Gen-chan?” he said sweetly, batting his eyelashes. “Please? I can’t reach the hooks on the side by myself.”

Sanada growled. Neither Yukimura nor Renji was entirely sure whether it was at the diminutive form of his name, or something else, but it didn’t really matter. He strode forward, sliding behind Seiichi, and began to work at the tiny hooks on the sides of the corset.

If he hadn’t left the katana across the room, it seems quite likely that he would have just slashed the things off.

They worked in silence for several minutes, Sanada shooting occasional glares at Renji over Seiichi’s pale shoulder and Renji returning said glares with amused looks from under heavy-lidded eyes.

Yukimura, for his part, did what he did best. He flirted, with both of them. Simultaneously.

Never let it be said that Yukimura Seiichi, captain of the Rikkai Dai Fuzoku Middle School Department tennis club, was not capable of multitasking when the occasion warranted it.

Finally, Renji managed to untangle all the ribbons and Sanada managed to loosen all the hooks, and the corset fell away, landing on the floor with a dull clank.

Yukimura heaved a relieved breath. “Thank you,” he murmured, leaning back against Sanada for a moment, gifting his two best friends with beatific smiles. “Whatever would I do without you two?”

Neither Renji nor Sanada said anything to that, being preoccupied with other things, namely Yukimura’s crinoline and his recently bared skin. Seiichi chuckled.

“Well, thank you for your assistance,” he said again as he sat up.

Renji and Sanada started, and then exchanged glances.

“Where do you think you’re going?” they said in unison, each wrapping the fingers of one hand around Yukimura’s slim upper arms.

Yukimura blinked innocently. “Why, to get dressed into something more comfortable. I thought I’d take a nice stroll in the gardens. I need to check on the flowers.”

Renji and Sanada exchanged another glance, this one more meaningful than the last.

“I don’t think you,” Sanada said firmly, pulling Seiichi back down on the divan.

Renji smiled warmly at his captain. “You wouldn’t want to abandon your guests, would you?” His eyelashes lifted completely, revealing dark, shining eyes.

“I didn’t think so.”

Yukimura Seiichi didn’t get to check on his roses that afternoon.