So, this is a Dirty Pair story. My first one, second PoT one-shot, and third story for PoT (at least completed). I'd love to know what you think of it and if I should make this into a collection of one-shots as I have a few other ideas that go along with this story. Please leave your opinion! Don't forget to REVIEW!!! :)

Summery: Gakuto is asleep and Yuushi can't resist. The redhead thinks its all a dream and Yuushi isn't telling him any different. Takes place in third year.

Rated: T for teen

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, nor do I own the book War & Peace (I've never even read it but it seemed like a book Yuushi would read).

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Sleepy Kisses

Yuushi stared at the redhead sleeping in his bed completely innocently. His mouth was slightly open, letting soft snores escape from him, his right arm stretched out over his head, and his left laying straight down beside him, fingers splayed out to touch his own left hip.

The odd hairstyle was a mess, knotted and everywhere while the striped tank-top he wore rose up his chest to give Yuushi a look at his soft, creamy stomach.

Books and papers were all over and next to him as they had been studying before the acrobat had fallen asleep in boredom and most people would probably think Gakuto looked completely ungraceful, like a mess.

Well, Yuushi had to agree that he did look a mess. But he was a graceful mess if you could believe that.

The Hyoutei tensai had known Gakuto long enough to know that Gakuto himself had earned his own definition of grace and elegance. The redhead was loud and rude, completely outspoken, and didn't really give a damn about what someone said to him. He'd fight back with more spirit then the other person had started with and he did all this standing tall (not that that was saying much), head held high, and sarcastic smirk on face that just screamed "I'm better than you, so bend to my will… now".

Though most of the Hyoutei tennis team just screamed that whether they meant to or not, for some reason the shorter boy caught his attention the most out of all of them, even Atobe.

Yuushi was merely only fifteen years old, and a boy at that, but romance was something he loved even if it was completely unfounded and love itself was something he had never experienced. He wanted to experience it though, and maybe he had found the person to do that with.

Replacing the completely fake glasses back onto his face (he had taken them off when Gakuto had fallen asleep), Yuushi rose from the armchair slowly and placed his hands into the pocket of his dress pants.

Quietly walking to his door, he locked it to assure that nobody would interrupt him before walking gracefully over to his bed.

Lowering one knee onto it, he let his hands fall on either side of his partner's head, taking in the soft form of the boy before bringing his eyes back up to look at his face.

He trailed his long fingers down the side of the acrobat's face. Yuushi smiled when he felt the soft face lean into his touch and heard a quiet whimper.

People would probably call him a pervert for doing this, especially without the consent of the person he was doing it to, but they already thought this about him and he really couldn't object to the claims, so he didn't actually care what they said. So, swinging the leg that was placed on the bed over his partner's body, he moved down and hovered over him slightly, just nearly touching him but not quite.

Slowly, he moved his lips down to brush Gakuto's stomach.

The redhead must have been having really sweet dreams to be feeling like this, he thought. But how could he know he was dreaming? Shouldn't he be dreaming right now?

Usually, he thought, that when you realized you were in a dream land you would wake up from that dream and have to return to harsh reality. That reality though was torture; the one thing he wanted the most was the one thing he knew he couldn't have.

Oshitari Yuushi: he was the definition of unattainable and unattached. When you first meat him you are in "aw" by his grace, elegance, and gentlemen ways, but once you get to know him you find out that he is nothing more than regular fifteen year old boy who happened to like romance movies and books, double meanings, and had sex appeal that would rival that of porn star.

Gakuto knew this because he was caught in the web of that person.

But he was a boy and he knew that Yuushi would never want him like that.

But he could dream, couldn't he?

So that was what was so nice about this dream. The pair of soft lips working their way over his stomach was obviously Yuushi's. Though he had never felt them before, he could automatically tell they were his. They were gentle and soft, not at all like the rough and hurried ones he had felt from many other boys.

So—wanting to milk this dream for all it was worth—he let himself arch up into the touch.

"Yuushi," he whispered into the quiet.

The lips paused before slowly continuing, this time long fingers slowly caressing the back of his thigh.

A smile touched his pink lips. This felt nice. Why couldn't he have dreams like this all the time instead of those horrid nightmares that usually plagued his mind? Those weren't nice, but this was.

He whimpered, wanting more than only these teasing touches.

The fingers reached up and slowly pushed up his tank-top. Dream Yuushi trailed a lone finger down his chest before hooking that same finger in his shorts.

What seemed like small butterfly kisses were left from the corner of his chin, down his neck, and over his shoulders, a tongue sometimes being added to the mix.

This couldn't be a dream, it just couldn't.

But Gakuto refused to open his eyes in fear that it really was and the moment he did open them was the moment all these good feelings being washed over him would disappear.

The finger that was hooked in his shorts left but was replaced by a soft rubbing just over his crotch through the fabric.

He arched up into the feeling, but only felt one last soft kiss at the side of his eye before the feelings disappeared altogether and his mind drifted away.

Gakuto woke up to the sound of the door clicking shut.

Slowly sitting up, he saw Yuushi just entering the room with a large book tucked under his arm.

He looked around himself to realize he had fallen asleep in his partner's bed while they had been studying. Had Yuushi…?

The acrobat blushed.

"Ha—have you been gone long?" Gakuto asked his partner who had sat in the chair next to the bed.

Yuushi raised an eyebrow curiously. "Hai, you've been asleep for awhile, I didn't want to disturb you." He looked down at the book in his hands.

"That's good," he whispered to himself.

"Nani?" Yuushi asked, looking up.

"Eh… betsuni." Yuushi cast him an odd look before going back to his book.

The redhead leaned back against the headboard, relieved.

So the tensai hadn't been present during his dream. That was good… he thinks. But that meant it was really a dream, nothing had actually happened.

Gakuto couldn't help but feel a little sad at that even though it was completely expected.

Yuushi would never like him like that, he was sure, but he would rather that hadn't been a dream even if it meant his doubles partner had molested him in his sleep.

You couldn't really call it molestation if he would want it when he was awake, could you?

Besides, all Yuushi would have done (if he hadn't been asleep) was kiss and touch him and barely even that. Hardly anything was done at all.

How could barely anything feel that good though?

Gakuto let his eyes move over to his partner.

It hurt to know it that it would never happen.

"What are you reading?" He asked, not really wanting to know, just wanting to hear the deep voice that belonged to Oshitari Yuushi.

The blue haired boy looked up. "War & Peace,"

"Never heard of it,"

Yuushi smiled fondly. "You wouldn't have, you only read when necessary unless it's one of those mangas you seem to enjoy. And—plus—this is in English."

The redhead's nose scrunched up cutely. "Nope, definitely wouldn't have heard of it and I do so read!" He claimed indigently, crossing his arms, tossing his head, and placing his bare feet on either side of Yuushi on the arms of the chair.

"When it's necessary you do," he replied smoothly, letting the book fall closed and resting his arms on Gakuto's legs.

Gakuto shivered slightly at the contact, whishing he knew what Yuushi was thinking in that moment.

"Fine, read some to me," he leaned forward so that their faces were only five inches apart. He could do that, he's very flexible.

Which was good for some very fun things, Gakuto added in his mind to himself.

The acrobat wasn't talking about tennis.

Yuushi's eyes trailed down his body for a spit second before the popped back up to his face. It had happened so fast, that Gakuto almost rid that off as wishful thinking, but then decided he liked the thought of Yuushi checking him out.

"I see," he picked up the book. "Then where shall we start?"

At the beginning.