Two halves of a Hyacinth.

Title : Two halves of a Hyacinth ( Chapter 1 )
Disclaimer : I do not own Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama. Only the story belongs to me. Everything else belongs to their original creator. I also do not make any money out of this or them. This is written for pure entertaining and enjoyment purposes.
Summary : What do you do when your lover disappears? Do you continue loving or move on? The question is, can you truly move on.
Author’s note : A Hyacinth if anyone is wondering is a type of flower. As per the Greek lore, this flower was named after a boy, Hyacinth, who was killed after being hit in the head with a discus. A flower sprouted from the wound as the god Apollo held the boy. Hyacinths represent consistency of love.
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The rhythmic creak of the mattress resounds in the room, accompanying the sounds of erratic grunts and moans that infiltrate the air. The moonlight peeks into the room through a hole in the curtains and illuminates the figures on the bed. A mess of entwined limbs is what they are, with only minimal parts of them covered by white sheets. Even the moon would envy the two bodies, passionate as can be as flesh against flesh makes contact repeatedly. The salty scent of sweat lingers in the small space and invades the nostrils of the silhouettes, fueling them on even more.

“ Mit.. Mitsu.. Cum, Cumming..” The smaller of the two men cries out as the other continues to pound into him.

“ No, not yet.. Just, a little more.. Together..” Larger hands hold the smaller man in place as he makes one last effort to reach completion. He feels the familiar contraction of muscles and empties himself into the man below him. The smaller man too climaxes and spills his seed on himself as well as the sheets. Bodies collapse over one another and then there is nothing but heavy breathing as they bask in the aftermath of their love making. After a moment or so passes, the taller man with darker brown bangs begins to stir. He removes himself from the other man then rolls over.

“ Syuusuke, you were incredible tonight.” He took Fuji’s hand in his own and brought it to his lips. He kissed the tips of Fuji’s fingers one at a time. Then Tezuka continued to lick those slender fingers thoroughly, tasting both himself and Fuji. It was an odd sensation, one that was rather exciting; being able to taste your own essence and that of your lover.

“ You weren’t too bad yourself, Tezuka.” Fuji winked then smiled lovingly at the man kissing his fingers. He turned to his side then pulled himself to sit up straight. Glancing down between his legs, he saw white liquid seeping out of him. He laughed then looked over his shoulder at Kunimitsu. A slight blush stained the ex-captain’s features as he saw what Fuji’s eyes were zeroing in on.

“ I guess we overdid it a little, huh.” He pulled himself up into a sitting position too and looked at the fair haired man.

“ Hmmm, I don’t know. I liked it though I’ll surely be sore in the morning.” The stain on Tezuka’s face became even more apparent. The former buchou was about to apologize for going too far when Fuji placed a finger to his lips.

“ I love you, man who made me lose count of how many times I came tonight.” The first three words were said with such ease you would think he was talking about the weather. Of course it wouldn’t be Fuji if he didn’t play it off with something more comical. Tezuka smiled but kept silent.

No more words were needed as the brunette pulled the smaller man into a tight embrace. Fuji tried to pull away because the evidence of their love making was still warm on his abdomen and legs but Tezuka wouldn’t have it. Blue eyes were made to stare into brown orbs and for a moment it was just them in the world. Nothing else mattered but them.

Ever so slowly, slightly callused fingers made contact with the porcelain skin that belonged to Fuji. He continued to caress his face and tuck sweat drenched hair behind his ears. Then with utmost ease, he tilted Fuji’s face upwards and pressed their lips together softly. He pulled back and looked into those deep blue pools of eyes. Fuji tried to stop the sides of his lips from turning upward but it was of no use. He just couldn’t hide how contented and happy he was at that moment in time. They were both happy.

Kunimitsu kissed him again, this time a little off target as the kiss landed on the side of his mouth. Slowly, a trail of kisses was planted from his lips towards his left ear. The smaller man began to shudders as a tongue playfully dipped and swirled along his earlobe. Tezuka then began exploring the rest of Fuji’s body while continuing to nib and bite at the helpless tensai’s ear.

Tezuka’s finger landed on Fuji’s right nipple and was determined to turn it hard, not that it took too much effort. The smaller man’s body had been sensitive since earlier that evening. It was just a matter or rekindling those addictive sensations. Tezuka began a lazy circular motion then administered a pinch every so often. He then licked the tensai from his ear all the way down to his collarbone. Fuji began to tremble, anticipating Tezuka’s next move. Surprising the tensai, the brunette sank his teeth into Fuji’s shoulder. A shriek of surprise escaped the fair haired man. Tezuka began soothing the flesh; licking it repeatedly then sucking on it lightly. The tensai would normally make a huge fuss about Tezuka leaving marks on his body but he thought he’d let this one slide today. Just for today.

He released the bruise flesh and concentrated his attention elsewhere. Tezuka’s hand travelled south towards his navel, then lower still. He hovered just above Fuji’s manhood and played with the fair curls that made up his treasure trail. He curled his pubic hair around his fingers then gave a thug. Fuji frowned at the darker man. He raised his hips towards Tezuka, an indication of what he wanted. The stoic faced man merely looked at him then repositioned himself between Fuji’s thighs.

Tezuka touched the tip of Fuji’s manhood and watched in fascination as it began to twitch. It was semi erect now and Fuji was beginning to get slightly impatient. The ex-captain knew Fuji hated to wait but even then, Tezuka continued to take his time toying with his lover.

“ Mitsu…” His name was barely a whisper from Syuusuke’s lips. The taller man looked up at Fuji questioningly. Not receiving any instruction from the smaller man, Tezuka blew a breath of hot air and again smirked as Fuji’s length continued to twitch.

“ Stop playing games with me..” Dangerous blue eyes were slightly cloudy with lust as he tried his best to look serious.

“ Whatever do you mean, Syuu?”

“ I mean, if you don’t get your damn mouth on my dick in the next ten seconds, you can be sure you’ll be taking cold showers for at least a month!” The ferocity in Fuji’s tone of voice let the other know he was serious.

Tezuka blinked once, twice then went to work on the smaller man. He knew not to overstep his boundary with Fuji if he didn’t want to be suffering from the case of blue balls. How could he go even a week not doing it with his sex god? Damn him for being so sexy and irresistible. It was Fuji’s turned to smirk as Tezuka held him by the base; victory was his for the taking.

The brown haired man kissed the tip of Fuji’s hot rod before taking him halfway into his mouth. He then swirled his tongue around the head several times before plunging him fully till he touched the back of Tezuka’s throat. The taller man took a moment to relax his throat and avoid gagging at the intrusion. He released a breath of hot air and heard Fuji moan at the sensation. He started a slow rhythm going, pulling him all the way out and playing with the head of his cock before taking him fully in. Once he got himself used to have the smaller man fully in his mouth, he quickened the pace. The taller man created a tight vacuum with his mouth and continued to suck on him as though milking him for all that he was worth.

Fuji’s hands which had been supporting him as he sat up moved from the bed to tangle within Tezuka’s brown locks. Ever so slightly, he would give his lover a push as encouragement. Encouragement that he was good, doing it right and driving him over the edge. It wasn’t very often that Tezuka sucked him off as the buchou claimed he still wasn’t used to such an act. Though he would never admit it, Fuji suspected he just wasn’t very confident in his skills in oral sex. Although the smaller man has mentioned to him time and time again that he’s the best he’s ever had.

Tezuka was the only person on the face of the earth whom could make him cum by just looking at him. Kunimitsu’s dark brown orbs were laced with lust, safely hidden behind thick frames. There was always the presence of lust there whenever he gazed upon Fuji which of course the fair haired man not only loved but craved. It drove him over the edge to know how much the stoic man wanted him. With just that gaze, Fuji could feel all the things Tezuka wanted to do to him. Those brown eyes undressing him, molesting him, feeling him, sucking him and above all fucking him.

Fuji moaned and tightened his grip on Tezuka’s hair, almost warning him that he was close. The ex-buchou purposely sucked even harder and tasted Fuji’s pre-cum leaking from the tip. He dipped his tongue into Fuji’s slit and felt the smaller man shudder above him. The taller man relaxed his throat and readied himself for what was to come. The fair haired man’s body shook violently as he came in Tezuka’s mouth. A trail of unintelligent garble followed suit of Fuji’s climaxing as he lay on his back, spent and satisfied.

Fuji looked up over his body to find his lover still between his legs with cum dripping from one side of his mouth. Tezuka had swallowed all of him and raised a brow at Fuji when their eyes met. Sapphire eyes broke the connection and focused on a spot on the ceiling as he tried to even out his breathing again. Tezuka was contented just watching the quicken rise and fall of Fuji’s sweat glistened chest shimmering in the moonlight.

Licking his lips, Tezuka pulled himself up and moved to crouch over Fuji’s body. He placed an arm on either side of his face and continued to look deeply into the porcelain skinned man’s eyes. With his spot on the ceiling blocked, the smaller man had no choice but to focus on those drowning brown orbs. He felt like he could lose himself in those chocolate colored eyes. How he loved this man with all his heart. Fuji swallowed hard as he felt something hard poking his inner thigh. He glanced down to see Kunimitsu’s length at full attention and about ready to burst.

Using his index finger, Tezuka tilted Fuji’s face upwards to focus once again on him. He cocked his head to one side before kissing Fuji. On instinct, the smaller man opened his mouth and allowed Tezuka all the access he wanted but the taller man pulled away. Again, Fuji frowned. He didn’t like it when the buchou played games with him, especially when he knew he was the puppet and Tezuka the puppeteer. Like an obedient little boy, Fuji danced to the rhythm of Tezuka’s drum.

Fuji grabbed Tezuka by the head and pulled him down towards him, crushing their lips together. This time he forced his tongue into the brunette’s heated cavern and coaxed the taller man’s tongue to dance. After a while, Tezuka gave in to him and allowed him to taste every part of him. The buchou smiled into the kiss and Fuji knew he had walked right into his lovers trap. How can I lose even when I win? Fuji didn’t like loosing, even when it were trivial things such as these. He took pleasure in having the upper hand in their little games but for some reason he was on the loosing team today.

Without warning and while still remaining lip locked, Fuji grabbed Tezuka’s manhood and began to pump him. He heard a gasp escape from the dark haired man as he began to coax the other’s length to completion. Giving the tip a rub, he felt sticky fluid began to leak out. Kunimitsu pulled away from the kiss and was panting as Fuji worked him. It didn’t help that Fuji had diverted his attention to nipping and biting on one of his nipples.

“ Syuu.. Syuu…” A grunt was heard and then he came, spilling white liquid over the both of them. The brunette didn’t make any effort to move from atop Fuji and pinned him down with his weight.

Finally regaining composure, Tezuka rolled over and pulled Syuusuke along with him. He reached for a cloth on the nightstand and began to wipe them both clean. Once they were acceptably free from being covered entirely in each other’s essence, Tezuka spooned Fuji from behind. He entwined his fingers with the smaller man and curled them towards Fuji’s chest. Tezuka placed a kiss to Syuusuke’s temple and lay down ready to drift off to sleep.

“ I love you, my Syuusuke..” Tezuka mumbled before succumbing to sleep. And there they lay, both sound asleep either listening or feeling the beat of each other’s heart.


TBC…
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Hello world! I haven’t written anything for almost two years now, so I guess this is my comeback? I know I’ve had a story on hiatus for such a long time so I will be trying my best to pick that up, if my schedule allows it. School is an evil thing. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter of this story! Reviews are always more than welcomed. I’m also looking for a beta so if anyone wants to volunteer, just drop a comment. Thanks. Have a good weekend now :)

I fixed a few grammar mistakes. Heh.