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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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2,554
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2
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chapter 2
Title: The Newlywed’s Night
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Tezuka x Fuji
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Konomi Takeshi, and others who published/licensed them. No money is accumulated though the reviews are badly needed for future improvement.
Appreciation: This story is co-written and ‘beta’-ed by OyasumiQuicy. Thank you for your generous help and guidance when I was helplessly trapped in the dark.
Warning: Cross-dressing and male x male relationships.
Now on with the story….
Chapter 2
What awaited me in the bathroom was something I could never imagine. Syuusuke was nowhere to be seen – thank god for that – but the bathroom was filled with aromatic candles, smelling of jasmine and lavender, and each of them was arranged beautifully, surrounding the bubbles-filled Jacuzzi. Flower petals were scattered inside the Jacuzzi, on the floor, and even on the bathroom counter. There’s a single white lily on the Jacuzzi edge, with a note saying, “Indulge, my dear.”
Syuusuke really went over the top for tonight’s act, it seemed. A small smile escaped my lips. Locking the door (for security purposes – I never know if a certain genius decided to join me in my bath) I stripped off my clothes, stepped into the Jacuzzi and did as the note says – indulge myself.
The water was hot, like I always preferred. The smell of bubbles, the aromatic candles and the stray flower petals gives a sense of relaxation to me – something I badly needed after today’s intense training and Syuusuke’s latest stunt. Leaning against the edge of the Jacuzzi, I thought about tonight’s event – what I did to received such treatment, the affectionate Syuusuke, the Korean chicken, the bathroom and the candles, the white lily and the upcoming ‘services’. He was obviously pushing his self too hard for a silly role-playing. I was sure that there were more twisted motive underlying tonight’s event – much, much more than anything, which reached the eyes. That genius guy was up to something evil, something cruel - something big.
I could feel it.
I closed my eyes, thinking the probability of what my housemate wants to achieve were endless. Last time, that guy demanded a trip to Beijing with me as an exchange for a professional massage, which was just a backrub. But damn, what a backrub it was! What will it be this time? Maybe he wanted a pet? Or a new housemate? Or he wanted to move away? I had no idea. Heck, maybe he really wanted to install bulletproofed windows for the whole apartment. Who knows?
I wonder how much it’ll cost…
I kept on thinking about the item of Syuusuke’s desire – seeing Syuusuke getting so serious and striving so hard to get it. Looking back, I wondered why I cared so much. Was Syuusuke that important to me?
Well of course, he is important. We’re best friends. We care for each other.
Was that it? Is it just because we’re friends?
Replaying tonight’s events in my head, I recalled his seducing smile, his touches, and the way he cooed against me…
Deep in my heart, I admitted that it was somewhat nice.
Call me dumb or whatever, but I won’t deny that I am completely novice when it comes to the matters of the heart. I never had any interest for anybody. I care for people. I care for my friends and family. But to actually feel the need to love somebody?
It never occurred to me before.
Strangers in your life will make it complicated – that was my opinion. They’ll pry over your privacy, get fussy over little things, burden you with their trouble, control your life and get jealous for unnecessary things, in exchange for their pampering, nonsense confessions and occasional sexual activities.
I opened my eyes, saw blurred images of multiple colors of candles, lights and the bathroom. Thinking back, isn’t that what Syuusuke had been done to me all this time? He pries over my privacy, fusses over little things, burdens me with his trouble, and controls my life. I’m not sure about that jealous part though, and there certainly no pampering nor confessions and no sexual activities.
So that’s it; no wonder I kind of liked Syuusuke’s advances on me tonight, despite the confusions and all. I certainly deserved some payback for all that I’ve done to him. It’s simply fair and square.
But I had to admit that Syuusuke also had his own share of trouble. Although I mostly prevented him from fussing over me so much, he did takes good care of me. He’ll cook dinner whenever he was free, keeps the house clean (and decorated it according to his taste too, not that I have any complaint), does the laundry and shopping, and sometimes massages my back when I was too tired from training or takes care of me when I was sick or has any injuries. Just like a good friend does.
Or maybe, a good wife.
Again with the wife issue.
I looked around again and saw the fruits of Syuusuke’s labor. I thought that maybe having Syuusuke around as a wife wouldn’t be so bad…
That thought made me laughed out loud. I had to congratulate Syusuke. He had somewhat managed to make me, Tezuka Kunimitsu, put ‘his name’ and ‘wife’ in the same sentence!
I must be out of my mind.
Then for sudden, it hit me. Maybe, Syuusuke wasn’t just a mere best friend. Best friends don’t live with each other and stay single for almost a decade or so. A best friend doesn’t get too possessive when the other starts flirting with the guards or when the same person winks at the referee during tennis matches.
But who is he to me? Who is Syuusuke exactly to me?
A brother?
No, I don’t think so.
A partner-in-crime?
Absolutely not. We never commit any crime together… I think.
A boyfriend?
Of course he’s my boyfriend. He’s a ‘boy’ and a ‘friend’. Well technically, he’s not a boy anymore but who really bother with technicality…
Tezuka Kunimitsu does.
Okay, a…lover, perhaps?
But we don’t have sex. We haven’t had sex. Never.
Or is he?
Lovers don’t necessarily need to have sex, right? Some of our friends are lovers, but they don’t go at sex like bunnies or dogs or any other animal for that matter.
Some friends.
I remembered them telling me once, about Syusuke’s person of interest. Who is…that person? Does Syusuke still like that person? Does that person like Syusuke? I saw Syusuke cried one day, while creating ‘something’ in the kitchen. I think it was supposed to be cookies, but I wasn’t very sure since it looked like piles of mud sticking to a baking pan. And I recalled eating the thing - cause I thought it would made Syusuke feels better, and it tasted weird; spicy, sour and bitter, nothing distinctly pleasant. Overall it tasted yucky, as if Syusuke was lost, or broken. I looked at him then, and he smiled at me, and a very painful smile it was. He said an inaudible ‘sorry’, and I drew him close to me. I remembered I hugged him that time too, and I also remembered cursing the one that made Syusuke cry.
Did I feel jealous that time? If not, then why did I feel so angry when Syusuke cried? I knew I felt like punching the life out of someone or something that time – including the abominable recipe book.
Maybe I do love him, I told myself.
The revelation hit me like a brick.
Not just a brick. It also felt like somebody had just kicked my head. Hard.
Me? Love Syusuke?
That Fuji Syusuke? A guy?
A guy…? So I am gay?!?
Images of me blushing at Syusuke’s proximity, the racing heartbeats, my loyalties towards him all this years, my possessiveness, Syusuke’s seducing smiles, my body reactions…
Holy Shit! I am Gay!
Okay, so I am gay and in love with my best friend/ housemate/ childhood’s friend et cetera, et cetera…
Big deal… right?
Wrong! It’s a humongous deal!
What about Syusuke? Is he gay? Does he love me too? Does he feel the same way? Should I confess to him? Will he reject me? Or is it better if I just hide my feelings and let our relationship continue like this?
Thoughts of Syusuke were running wildly through my mind when I heard shuffling outside the door. Syuusuke is up to something, I thought. I immediately got up, hastily rinse myself, then wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed my glasses. Somehow, I managed to put out all the candles (security purposes – as pretty as they may seem, I don’t want to die in a fire) before I went out of the bathroom.
To be continued…
I have no review!!!! *cries*
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Tezuka x Fuji
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Konomi Takeshi, and others who published/licensed them. No money is accumulated though the reviews are badly needed for future improvement.
Appreciation: This story is co-written and ‘beta’-ed by OyasumiQuicy. Thank you for your generous help and guidance when I was helplessly trapped in the dark.
Warning: Cross-dressing and male x male relationships.
Now on with the story….
Chapter 2
What awaited me in the bathroom was something I could never imagine. Syuusuke was nowhere to be seen – thank god for that – but the bathroom was filled with aromatic candles, smelling of jasmine and lavender, and each of them was arranged beautifully, surrounding the bubbles-filled Jacuzzi. Flower petals were scattered inside the Jacuzzi, on the floor, and even on the bathroom counter. There’s a single white lily on the Jacuzzi edge, with a note saying, “Indulge, my dear.”
Syuusuke really went over the top for tonight’s act, it seemed. A small smile escaped my lips. Locking the door (for security purposes – I never know if a certain genius decided to join me in my bath) I stripped off my clothes, stepped into the Jacuzzi and did as the note says – indulge myself.
The water was hot, like I always preferred. The smell of bubbles, the aromatic candles and the stray flower petals gives a sense of relaxation to me – something I badly needed after today’s intense training and Syuusuke’s latest stunt. Leaning against the edge of the Jacuzzi, I thought about tonight’s event – what I did to received such treatment, the affectionate Syuusuke, the Korean chicken, the bathroom and the candles, the white lily and the upcoming ‘services’. He was obviously pushing his self too hard for a silly role-playing. I was sure that there were more twisted motive underlying tonight’s event – much, much more than anything, which reached the eyes. That genius guy was up to something evil, something cruel - something big.
I could feel it.
I closed my eyes, thinking the probability of what my housemate wants to achieve were endless. Last time, that guy demanded a trip to Beijing with me as an exchange for a professional massage, which was just a backrub. But damn, what a backrub it was! What will it be this time? Maybe he wanted a pet? Or a new housemate? Or he wanted to move away? I had no idea. Heck, maybe he really wanted to install bulletproofed windows for the whole apartment. Who knows?
I wonder how much it’ll cost…
I kept on thinking about the item of Syuusuke’s desire – seeing Syuusuke getting so serious and striving so hard to get it. Looking back, I wondered why I cared so much. Was Syuusuke that important to me?
Well of course, he is important. We’re best friends. We care for each other.
Was that it? Is it just because we’re friends?
Replaying tonight’s events in my head, I recalled his seducing smile, his touches, and the way he cooed against me…
Deep in my heart, I admitted that it was somewhat nice.
Call me dumb or whatever, but I won’t deny that I am completely novice when it comes to the matters of the heart. I never had any interest for anybody. I care for people. I care for my friends and family. But to actually feel the need to love somebody?
It never occurred to me before.
Strangers in your life will make it complicated – that was my opinion. They’ll pry over your privacy, get fussy over little things, burden you with their trouble, control your life and get jealous for unnecessary things, in exchange for their pampering, nonsense confessions and occasional sexual activities.
I opened my eyes, saw blurred images of multiple colors of candles, lights and the bathroom. Thinking back, isn’t that what Syuusuke had been done to me all this time? He pries over my privacy, fusses over little things, burdens me with his trouble, and controls my life. I’m not sure about that jealous part though, and there certainly no pampering nor confessions and no sexual activities.
So that’s it; no wonder I kind of liked Syuusuke’s advances on me tonight, despite the confusions and all. I certainly deserved some payback for all that I’ve done to him. It’s simply fair and square.
But I had to admit that Syuusuke also had his own share of trouble. Although I mostly prevented him from fussing over me so much, he did takes good care of me. He’ll cook dinner whenever he was free, keeps the house clean (and decorated it according to his taste too, not that I have any complaint), does the laundry and shopping, and sometimes massages my back when I was too tired from training or takes care of me when I was sick or has any injuries. Just like a good friend does.
Or maybe, a good wife.
Again with the wife issue.
I looked around again and saw the fruits of Syuusuke’s labor. I thought that maybe having Syuusuke around as a wife wouldn’t be so bad…
That thought made me laughed out loud. I had to congratulate Syusuke. He had somewhat managed to make me, Tezuka Kunimitsu, put ‘his name’ and ‘wife’ in the same sentence!
I must be out of my mind.
Then for sudden, it hit me. Maybe, Syuusuke wasn’t just a mere best friend. Best friends don’t live with each other and stay single for almost a decade or so. A best friend doesn’t get too possessive when the other starts flirting with the guards or when the same person winks at the referee during tennis matches.
But who is he to me? Who is Syuusuke exactly to me?
A brother?
No, I don’t think so.
A partner-in-crime?
Absolutely not. We never commit any crime together… I think.
A boyfriend?
Of course he’s my boyfriend. He’s a ‘boy’ and a ‘friend’. Well technically, he’s not a boy anymore but who really bother with technicality…
Tezuka Kunimitsu does.
Okay, a…lover, perhaps?
But we don’t have sex. We haven’t had sex. Never.
Or is he?
Lovers don’t necessarily need to have sex, right? Some of our friends are lovers, but they don’t go at sex like bunnies or dogs or any other animal for that matter.
Some friends.
I remembered them telling me once, about Syusuke’s person of interest. Who is…that person? Does Syusuke still like that person? Does that person like Syusuke? I saw Syusuke cried one day, while creating ‘something’ in the kitchen. I think it was supposed to be cookies, but I wasn’t very sure since it looked like piles of mud sticking to a baking pan. And I recalled eating the thing - cause I thought it would made Syusuke feels better, and it tasted weird; spicy, sour and bitter, nothing distinctly pleasant. Overall it tasted yucky, as if Syusuke was lost, or broken. I looked at him then, and he smiled at me, and a very painful smile it was. He said an inaudible ‘sorry’, and I drew him close to me. I remembered I hugged him that time too, and I also remembered cursing the one that made Syusuke cry.
Did I feel jealous that time? If not, then why did I feel so angry when Syusuke cried? I knew I felt like punching the life out of someone or something that time – including the abominable recipe book.
Maybe I do love him, I told myself.
The revelation hit me like a brick.
Not just a brick. It also felt like somebody had just kicked my head. Hard.
Me? Love Syusuke?
That Fuji Syusuke? A guy?
A guy…? So I am gay?!?
Images of me blushing at Syusuke’s proximity, the racing heartbeats, my loyalties towards him all this years, my possessiveness, Syusuke’s seducing smiles, my body reactions…
Holy Shit! I am Gay!
Okay, so I am gay and in love with my best friend/ housemate/ childhood’s friend et cetera, et cetera…
Big deal… right?
Wrong! It’s a humongous deal!
What about Syusuke? Is he gay? Does he love me too? Does he feel the same way? Should I confess to him? Will he reject me? Or is it better if I just hide my feelings and let our relationship continue like this?
Thoughts of Syusuke were running wildly through my mind when I heard shuffling outside the door. Syuusuke is up to something, I thought. I immediately got up, hastily rinse myself, then wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed my glasses. Somehow, I managed to put out all the candles (security purposes – as pretty as they may seem, I don’t want to die in a fire) before I went out of the bathroom.
To be continued…
I have no review!!!! *cries*