The Game
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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
12,504
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Interlone one
First of all I wanted to thank all of you for your reviews. I'm enjoying your feedback very much and I appreciate it :)
To answer some questions: Yes, there will be more chapters to this Series (that's why it's called a series ;) ) though the "pairing" (you know why I wrote that in quotes *bg*) will vary later. It's not solely about Ryoma, Tezuka and Fuji. It's about a game.
Title: Interlude (sequel to “Wet Game”)
Author: My-chan
Fandom: Prince of Tennis/Teni Puri/Tennis no Ohji-sama
Pairing: Fuji x Tezuka
Rating: PG-13 (15?)
Warning: lime, dirty thoughts
Summary: A reflection of Fuji’s and Tezuka’s thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teni Puri. If so the series would contain explicit yaoi ;)
Comment: This is not simply copied from “Rain Drops Fall” ( http://www.livejournal.com/users/makikoigami/115500.html ). It inspired me, yes. But I did some thinking about the matter myself and found that the initial idea Makiko came up goes well with my own. Thanks to makikoigami for the beta work :)
Smooth fingertips moved over a not so smooth chest. In the dim light of the moon it was hard to distinguish the dark spots that looked almost like shadows. But they weren’t. In fact those slender fingers moved over bruises which their owner had left on the well-built body. More than once, at more than one spot. There were times when the body that was now shivering and writhing was completely covered by marks.
Moans, gaps and the sound of cloth being strained filled the small room making the one who caused them purr in delight.
Arching bodies. Craving for touch. Hot skin on skin. Sheen of sweat glistening in the silver light of the moon. Synced movements. Cries. Pleas. A new mark. Sounds muffled by a hungry kiss. Tightly entwined fingers....
Fuji sighed softly as he sank down on Tezuka’s sated body, smiling contentedly as he listened to the other’s racing heart that slowly calmed down now. Strong arms wound themselves around the lither frame, unexpectedly gentle hands caressing the sweaty back. The smaller one’s head lay on the smooth chest and his fingers idly caressed the new mark he had left there. Precautionary Fuji had made the mark at a spot where it would later be covered by Tezuka’s shirt as he didn’t want everyone to know that he had claimed the tall brunet as his. More than once.
He knew that Tezuka appreciated it that way, even though he never said anything about it. Neither against nor in behalf of it.
“Do you think he’ll show up?” Fuji asked lowly and snuggled up to the warm body not bothering at all about the moistness between them.
“Hm... yes, I think he will. “Wh “When?”
“Maybe tomorrow, on Saturday. Why are you so impatient?”
“Because I want to see him losing himself completely...”
A faint smile tugged at Tezuka’s lips and he tightened the hold around his lover.
The blue eyes of the smaller one opened and he smiled fatally into the darkness of his room. “This is my game, and I am going to win it,” he whispered. Tezuka didn’t contradict.
It was in fact Fuji’s game and he also was the one who had set up the rules for it. And if he had once settled on a victim there was no way for it to escape. This time he had picked Ryoma, because for once he had wanted to see him in the heat of passion when that almost always present indifferent expression was wiped from his features. When the need and lust left him hanging in his arms, pleading and begging.
Fuji didn’t like it when anyone covered up his true self with a mask of any kind. Tezuka was just the same. He always had that stern impression on his face that hardly faltered. With that he tried to cover up the worry he felt over his team-mates and if they were going to make it, or the pain he felt from his shoulder.
The resolution to rip that mask off Tezuka’s face had been there from the first time Fuji had laid his eyes on him. And he had gotten what he wanted. More even. He now had a lover who knew what he wanted almost better than he knew himself. Tezuka knew when he had to comply to whatever the smaller one wanted to do with him, but he also knew when he had to take charge. When Fuji wanted to lose himself in his arms before he even knew it himself.
Of course Fuji wore a mask himself, one that always smiled and hardly ever showed any other emotion. Fuji knew that. But it was his game and his rules. He made them, but he could also bend them.
When he smiled and looked like he was at some better place than earth he actually plotted, conceived new traps he could set up for his victims, like a spider who lured the fly into its deadly net.
It had worked with Tezuka, and it worked with Echizen just as perfectly. They had left him like that after the shower to force him to make the next step. The next step into their direction. And even though it was Fuji’s game he had chosen Tezuka to be his partner.
He had agreed. For once because Seigaku's captain thought that it might even be helpful for the boy to find his own way. In everything. Instead of copying others.
And secondly he had wanted to know how Fuji’s trap worked. The trap he had fallen into himself some time ago. Now that he knew it had made a lot of things clearer to him: he wouldn’t have stood a chance to escape, even if he had tried. That Fuji never played every ace that was in his sleeve but still won the game. And that he could never fully grasp what the smaller brunet had on his mind and that kept an always constant amount of anticipation and maybe a breeze of angst hanging between them.
Tezuka loved that feeling because it always made him forget about everything else when he was close to his lover. He could shut the world outside completely down, and that was just one reason to love him.
“Shuusuke?”
“Hmmm?” came the purred reply, the smaller one softly rubbing his chin against Tezuka’s chest.
“Shower?”
“Hm... in a minute.”
~Interlude End~
To answer some questions: Yes, there will be more chapters to this Series (that's why it's called a series ;) ) though the "pairing" (you know why I wrote that in quotes *bg*) will vary later. It's not solely about Ryoma, Tezuka and Fuji. It's about a game.
Title: Interlude (sequel to “Wet Game”)
Author: My-chan
Fandom: Prince of Tennis/Teni Puri/Tennis no Ohji-sama
Pairing: Fuji x Tezuka
Rating: PG-13 (15?)
Warning: lime, dirty thoughts
Summary: A reflection of Fuji’s and Tezuka’s thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teni Puri. If so the series would contain explicit yaoi ;)
Comment: This is not simply copied from “Rain Drops Fall” ( http://www.livejournal.com/users/makikoigami/115500.html ). It inspired me, yes. But I did some thinking about the matter myself and found that the initial idea Makiko came up goes well with my own. Thanks to makikoigami for the beta work :)
Smooth fingertips moved over a not so smooth chest. In the dim light of the moon it was hard to distinguish the dark spots that looked almost like shadows. But they weren’t. In fact those slender fingers moved over bruises which their owner had left on the well-built body. More than once, at more than one spot. There were times when the body that was now shivering and writhing was completely covered by marks.
Moans, gaps and the sound of cloth being strained filled the small room making the one who caused them purr in delight.
Arching bodies. Craving for touch. Hot skin on skin. Sheen of sweat glistening in the silver light of the moon. Synced movements. Cries. Pleas. A new mark. Sounds muffled by a hungry kiss. Tightly entwined fingers....
Fuji sighed softly as he sank down on Tezuka’s sated body, smiling contentedly as he listened to the other’s racing heart that slowly calmed down now. Strong arms wound themselves around the lither frame, unexpectedly gentle hands caressing the sweaty back. The smaller one’s head lay on the smooth chest and his fingers idly caressed the new mark he had left there. Precautionary Fuji had made the mark at a spot where it would later be covered by Tezuka’s shirt as he didn’t want everyone to know that he had claimed the tall brunet as his. More than once.
He knew that Tezuka appreciated it that way, even though he never said anything about it. Neither against nor in behalf of it.
“Do you think he’ll show up?” Fuji asked lowly and snuggled up to the warm body not bothering at all about the moistness between them.
“Hm... yes, I think he will. “Wh “When?”
“Maybe tomorrow, on Saturday. Why are you so impatient?”
“Because I want to see him losing himself completely...”
A faint smile tugged at Tezuka’s lips and he tightened the hold around his lover.
The blue eyes of the smaller one opened and he smiled fatally into the darkness of his room. “This is my game, and I am going to win it,” he whispered. Tezuka didn’t contradict.
It was in fact Fuji’s game and he also was the one who had set up the rules for it. And if he had once settled on a victim there was no way for it to escape. This time he had picked Ryoma, because for once he had wanted to see him in the heat of passion when that almost always present indifferent expression was wiped from his features. When the need and lust left him hanging in his arms, pleading and begging.
Fuji didn’t like it when anyone covered up his true self with a mask of any kind. Tezuka was just the same. He always had that stern impression on his face that hardly faltered. With that he tried to cover up the worry he felt over his team-mates and if they were going to make it, or the pain he felt from his shoulder.
The resolution to rip that mask off Tezuka’s face had been there from the first time Fuji had laid his eyes on him. And he had gotten what he wanted. More even. He now had a lover who knew what he wanted almost better than he knew himself. Tezuka knew when he had to comply to whatever the smaller one wanted to do with him, but he also knew when he had to take charge. When Fuji wanted to lose himself in his arms before he even knew it himself.
Of course Fuji wore a mask himself, one that always smiled and hardly ever showed any other emotion. Fuji knew that. But it was his game and his rules. He made them, but he could also bend them.
When he smiled and looked like he was at some better place than earth he actually plotted, conceived new traps he could set up for his victims, like a spider who lured the fly into its deadly net.
It had worked with Tezuka, and it worked with Echizen just as perfectly. They had left him like that after the shower to force him to make the next step. The next step into their direction. And even though it was Fuji’s game he had chosen Tezuka to be his partner.
He had agreed. For once because Seigaku's captain thought that it might even be helpful for the boy to find his own way. In everything. Instead of copying others.
And secondly he had wanted to know how Fuji’s trap worked. The trap he had fallen into himself some time ago. Now that he knew it had made a lot of things clearer to him: he wouldn’t have stood a chance to escape, even if he had tried. That Fuji never played every ace that was in his sleeve but still won the game. And that he could never fully grasp what the smaller brunet had on his mind and that kept an always constant amount of anticipation and maybe a breeze of angst hanging between them.
Tezuka loved that feeling because it always made him forget about everything else when he was close to his lover. He could shut the world outside completely down, and that was just one reason to love him.
“Shuusuke?”
“Hmmm?” came the purred reply, the smaller one softly rubbing his chin against Tezuka’s chest.
“Shower?”
“Hm... in a minute.”
~Interlude End~