Phobias
Date: February 25, 2005
Warnings: Yaoi, shounen-ai, Tenipuri. YESHA! (Note: this fic was created by the urges of one raving, yaoi freak.)
The locker room's light suddenly flickered on and off. Something was happening with the electricity lately, so Ryoma just left them be. But when it became pitch black, at 9 pm after a great match with Eiji, he started to get paranoid and silently swore to himself. Bumps coming from all directions could be heard. Odd clashes, clangs, and miscellaneous noises that he did not wish to identify sounded off as if a warning to Ryoma to leave while he could. He decided he'd better head out before—
The door was locked. He heard the click before, but his mind had ruled the faint sound as background noise. Footsteps could be heard circling… approaching… and he turned in the boys' locker room quickly, breath becoming faint. An odd smell could be scented… roses
He frantically searched for another exit, his footsteps hastening in their stride attempting, though not succeeding very much, to avoid the benches that lined the changing room. He started to sprint towards the showers, hoping that there was some window that would be visible. Sadly, it was the night of the new moon, and nothing could be seen. He could faintly hear the footfalls of his predator, not quickening as his were. His breath became shallower, and he was tempted to let out a blood-curling scream, but held it in just in case his pursuer was close by to avoid revealing his location.
The walls were cold and dripping from the shower he had taken only 30 minutes prior. His fingers ran across them, searching for the window he knew was there, only no luck. It was closed as well.
Pupils dilated as fear overwhelmed him. The tennis genius started hyperventilating, trying madly to keep his breath under control. His breath was getting louder. The footfalls approached; Ryoma held his breath. The body heat he was radiating was tough to conceal, he thought, and he could swear that the attacker that followed him this far could feel it as well as the beat of his heart.
His eyes squeezed shut, anticipating a movement, and then realizing that that was what his attacker wanted. And he wasn't going down without a fight. So his fists were poised in an odd, strange stance; he did not know where his stalker was. He was going to try escaping with all he's got though.
His predator smirked at his prey, eyes open, barely seeing through the darkness, but it was enough. He walked behind Ryoma and his set fists and waited for a reaction. Any reaction. Then he felt it. Ryoma was starting to have trouble breathing, and it worried him endlessly. The game had to end now.
Arms circled Ryoma, under the fists, and he struggled in vain to escape the other's grasp. Ryoma was crushed against a hard, firm chest in the cramped, wet shower, only wearing a towel around his waist. His hair clung to his face, still slightly wet with water, slightly wet with sweat. He could feel the other's form as well.
While struggling, the only thought besides escaping that was on the genius' mind was, What the hell?
He started to lose his breath, breathing losing its regular pattern even more quickly. Seeing this, his lover kissed the shell of Ryoma's ear.
He started to whisper comforting words of love and affection.
Ryoma, turning around in fearful tears, hugged Fuji tightly, and gave him a mock-punch. Fuji, although his arm slightly throbbed from where Ryoma's "mock-punch" was, had a concerned look on his face.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing Ryoma's head onto his shoulder. His face was filled with concern for his boyfriend. "I didn't know you'd react this way…" He swore he could feel Ryoma bury his face in deeper into his neck. A couple tears slowly dripped from Fuji's eyes, as well as Ryoma's, though neither could feel them as they rolled down each others' backs.
Ryoma silently stood—and just stood in silence as Fuji held him. A few more drops dripped onto Fuji's back.
Damn… Ryoma wiped subtly at the corners of his eyes. I got something in my eye… and the coach had better get the leaking faucet fixed—
His train of thought was interrupted as he felt a slight, restrained movement of Syuusuke's body, nearly undetectable, except to those who've known the tennis prodigy well. I swear, if he's laughing at me…
"I-I'm so—" Ryoma glared through his cloudy eyes, knowing full well that Fuji could not see. But he noticed Fuji's tone of voice next… the way his back continued to shake, just… trembling… "S-so-sorry…"
Fuji's voice… quavered. He was… concerned… and Ryoma… was touched. "No… it's okay. I mean…" He discreetly swiped his eyes and sniffed. "How would you know—"he paused to give himself a chance to reconsider but continued as Fuji shook once more"—that I was afraid of being alone and in the dark?"
Fuji still shook softly, but less noticeable than before. "I should have known." Remorse was heard in his words, making Ryoma frown. Fuji blames himself… he realized.
"No, I should have told you."
"But—"
"Really. Just…" he thought about his words. "Warn me next time you plan to 'ambush' me okay?"
Fuji stopped shaking and sniffed once. "But…" Ryoma could just HEAR the smirk that was plastered on his devious, sadistic boyfriend's beautiful features. "What fun is an ambush if your prey knows you're going to be there?"
Ryoma laughed. And the lights flickered on. Revealing…
Fuji. Naked. ALL naked.
He laughed. Fuji, fully exposed, blushed, before giving an arrogant pose, just ASKING to be punched. Ryoma casually gave a once-over, to which Fuji noticed. "Well… I thought you were naked too."
Again, he laughed, still laughing with his lover and soul mate even as the lights flickered off again.
Fuji's arms circled Ryoma's torso, this time with no objections, as they played around in the blanket of darkness. As kisses were placed in strategic places, as gropes were made, Ryoma could feel the grin that Fuji left, almost reading the suggestive, provocative thoughts running across his boyfriend's mind. Knowing these, as Fuji calls, "innocent" thoughts, he still lets Fuji voice them.
"Hey…" A kiss was placed upon his neck, a lick on his collarbone.
"Y-yeah?" Ryoma could barely manage a sentence, let alone a complete thought. A nip on his ear, a lick underneath the oh-so-ticklish AND sensitive spot next to his throat made his legs turn to jelly, his mind to mush.
"I think… " Kisses. And gropes and fondles now. Whoa, is it hot in here? "I know…" The towel was completely dropped and forgotten by now as Fuji traveled lower and lower, Ryoma still barely managing to hold himself up. "How to get rid of this fear you…" Kiss, nip, fondle… "Seem-"another kiss, his tongue circled Ryoma's navel. "—to have."
"Oh-h, r-r-reaalllyy, now do y-you?" Later, when looking back on this moment years from now, they'll laugh, Ryoma glaring as he realized just how he ASKED for Fuji to continue right then. But now, incoherent Ryoma wasn't one to complain.
Delicate kisses, passionate make-out sessions—which was one of Fuji's favorite parts, besides the sex, of course—murmurs of affection, warming both their hearts even through the haze of lust, unrestrained fondling, and just a big mess of—activity—occurred, no further words exchanged 'til afterwards.
Exhausted and dirty, from doing-things- on the floor of the cold—but now warm—shower floor, in the middle of the dark, in the middle of the night, Fuji spooned his body to Ryoma's. It was the weekend now anyway; Fuji had made sure the door was locked as well, so they might as well get some sleep. He pulled the towel, a rather large one, and place it underneath and around them both. His arms came around to be placed upon Ryoma's chest, feeling its rises and falls. He made sure his breaths were regular before falling asleep next to an, unbeknownst to him, awake Ryoma.
Ryoma sighed, pulled Fuji's hand closer to his heart and unwittingly calming Fuji, and let his eyes slowly fall closed. Morning would come soon, but he didn't care. It was dark, but as long as Fuji was with him, he didn't care anymore.
Well, one fear down, one phobia off my list of phobias. Let's see… he thought, eyes lightly shut. I've still got arachnophobia… but Fuji isn't afraid of spiders, I don't think. I'll… just get him to take care of them. Hmm… Number two fear down, number three Fuji can handle… one major one left… might as well forget about it for now though…
With that, he fell into a slumber that would be awoken by the one and only happy, horny Fuji Syuusuke in the wee hours of the morning to greet him with… himself. His HAPPY, WET, GLISTENING, self. Back off fangirls, he's MINE!
The one fear that would always remain with Ryoma, although Ryoma reluctantly admits to, is the fear… of Fuji leaving him. Of Fuji leaving his side. Of Fuji… possibly coming to his wits and moving on… But he kept his tears of fear in, to not worry Fuji anymore. One day, he'd tell Fuji this one fear that he kept from him for so long… but today was not that day.
Owari. Really.
A/N: Finished for the second time, since my Microsoft Word screwed up my other version. So… right after he says "provocative", right after the laughing… yeah. That wasn't how it was in my original version. I had to REWRITE it. I think… it's better. DIFFERENT, definitely. Although, I wish you guys saw my first version… the end feeling was DIFFERENT. IM or e-mail if you wish to know it… but I don't know if I should type it up here… I vaguely remember it… BAD short-term, and long-term, sadly, memory.
Mood: Currently angry at Bill Gates. He made Microsoft right? But also thankful, because my story now has a different spin than before… hmm… :rubs chin: nada. Any new plots?
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AND SO… that concludes my first FujiRyo, first whole YAOI fic ever made. First fic made for Tenipuri too… . REVIEW! Possible sequel, if demanded.
