Well, I decided to go with a sequel. I don't know how long it'll be but I have a few ideas. I hope you guys like it. I do warn there's a bit of fluff and this whole story'll rates as more mature than my previous. There's more yaoi-ish stuff and possibly some mild hentai too.

Enjoy.

Disc: I don't own Oofuri but, well, I'd like to. Christmas gift anyone?

Chapter 1

They were a couple. It wasn't facebook official but close enough. Everyone Abe cared about, that is the Nishiura baseball team, Aizawa-chan, and Hikari-chan, knew and were with some difficulty accepting of the relationship between their catcher and pitcher. After all Mihashi and Abe were a battery and had to be close. As Abe thought about how happy he was that everyone he cared about knew he felt a stab of guilt. He loved his parents, but still he kept their relationship in the dark. Both Abe and Mihashi had agreed that this would be their standard practice with everyone who wasn't in the know. But Abe still felt bad. They were good people, but deep down Abe didn't know how the older couple would react. Shun didn't know either, but Abe had a feeling that his little brother wouldn't care either way.

When he and Mihashi were at school things became tough for the two. Despite not being in the same class the secret couple was always together. Not a word was said by anyone on the team, and for all Abe knew nobody in their growing circle of friends knew, not even someone as close as Hamada. Yet no matter how close the couple was at school it was still difficult for them. Having to hold back, not being able to do more than a quick pat on the back was torture. Every day at lunch Abe came to the 1-9 classroom and sat on Mihashi's desk, a custom that was quickly accepted by the class. But being so close to the pitcher pained Abe. He was close, so close yet he had to resist every day.

Then when Abe had to go back to his class all he could think about was the touch of Mihashi's skin, the soft flesh of the pitcher's lips, the warm embrace of his lover's arms. Being in love with Mihashi was heaven because he could see the boy every day, yet hell because he had to keep his hands off.

In school at least.

If Abe did anything outside of school Mihashi was always with him. Everything was simply more fun for Abe if Mihashi was there. The team, Shinooka, and Aizawa hung out together a lot, practically every weekend when not practicing, but Abe and Mihashi always found their alone time together. Granted most of the time it was on the chilly winter nights after practice, or in the frigid hour during their morning pitching. But somehow some time they were always alone and always ended their "dates" with a kiss.

Abe gave a shudder. Simply remembering the feel of Mihashi's kisses was enough to arouse the catcher. But now was not quite the place. School had started up a month ago and the new semester was thoroughly underway. The excitement associated with the reopening of school soon died away as Valentine's Day crept closer. In the 1-3 classroom all Abe heard between classes was what girl was getting or making chocolate for whom. At first the catcher took amusement with the occasion. With the success of the baseball team came a whole new group of admirers each vying for the attention of one of the players. In the beginning Abe felt overly possessive of Mihashi, giving a distinct evil eye to anyone he saw eying the still rather timid pitcher.

But Abe's fury was soon curbed by Izumi, who took Abe aside during lunch one day. "You gotta calm down Abe," the speed demon said.

Abe glared at the smaller teen. Izumi was a great friend, but this was Mihashi he was worrying about. "You wouldn't understand," Abe replied tersely. "Look at the way those floozies are eying him. Like he's some sort of trophy."

"We've become pretty popular," Izumi commented, "and he is the pitcher."

"That doesn't mean anything," Abe scoffed.

"Kosi-kun's right," a female voice chimed in. Abe didn't have to look over to know it was Aizawa. She and Izumi had become just as inseparable as he and Mihashi. "Trust me. I use to get the same feeling when the other girls eyed my man." By this time the busty girl had wrapped her arms around her boyfriend possessively.

"True," Abe conceded, "but you can claim him publicly. Everyone in the whole school knows that you two are going out. But look at me and Mihashi. I can't do what you two do in public, hell I don't know how you two can do it but you do. If I were to even hug Mihashi people would start talking. Frankly I don't really care but I'm just worried about how Mihashi would take it."

"Then don't do it Abe-kun," Aizawa said frankly.

Abe let out a soft sigh. "Either way it doesn't help me. I can't claim him publicly, but if I don't then those hussies'll be all over him."

"Have you talked to him privately?" Izumi said.

"Good idea Kosi-kun!" Aizawa squealed before giving her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, turning Izumi's cheeks deep scarlet. "I doubt that Mihashi-kun'll be swayed by some chick's chocolate, no matter how good it may be. But if it'll make you feel any better just tell him how you feel."

Abe thought it over. Aizawa did have a point, but there was one thing she was missing. "I want to talk to him, but I don't want him to worry about it. He has come a long way, even since the end of the season. But you guys know Mihashi; he'll worry about anything, especially if it worries me. I still want him to make friends outside the baseball club. And if I tell him that I have a problem with the other girls flirting with him then he'll probably stop talking to them all together. I don't want that. I…I just want to make sure he knows he's mine, I guess."

Aizawa started chuckling. "And you said that we were the perverted ones."

The bell signaling the end of lunch rang cutting off Abe's retort. Instead of a witty comeback he simply said, "I gotta get going. Thanks for the help you two. I'll try to think of something on my own. Please don't mention this to Mihashi at all. I don't want him to think of it as his fault.

All the way back to the 1-3 classroom Abe kept turning over ideas in his head. Every now and then he'd come up with a good way to voice his concern but then realized he was going to be talking to Mihashi and after trying to reword his worries mental conversation had lost all its meaning.

But the more Abe thought about what he would say to Mihashi the more Abe thought about the pitcher. And once Abe's mind turned to the pitcher all he could think of were the dirty thoughts that typically occupied a teenager's mind; which brought the catcher to his current predicament.

Abe tried to rid his mind of Mihashi, for the time being. A classroom was no place to have an erection, at least not if he could help it. So instead of thinking about Mihashi Abe decided to watch the circle of girls surrounding Hanai's desk. Since the tournament ended the steely eyed catcher noticed more and more the amount of girls who more than casually turned their gaze to the baseball club's captain. Strictly speaking from a gay's point of view Hanai was turning into quite the man. He was developing nicely from all of the weightlifting and conditioning the team did. And his natural domineering personality and confidence was enough to turn the captain into a sought after commodity amongst the pubescent girls.

Even without listening Abe knew exactly what the conversation would be between Hanai and his fangirls. Day after day they vied for his attention by asking him tons of pointless questions. Since Valentine's Day was nearing the topic had turned to what kind of girl Hanai liked and what kind of chocolate he preferred. Watching the taller teen struggle under the company of his flock of admirers was always a sure fire way to cheer Abe up. So instead of reading over the notes for his next class Abe busied himself with silently laughing at the captain.

Sure it was kind of cruel for Abe to laugh at Hanai as he struggled to handle the gaggle of girls but he sort of asked it on himself. Abe too had the same sort of problem early on. But since he realized he loved Mihashi there was nobody else in Abe's eyes but the honey blond pitcher. The onset of lover's holiday had rekindled the interest some of the girls had in the catcher and at first they were problematic. But all too soon Abe realized that by simply being himself, at least his old prickly and rather snide self the girls soon shied away. Granted it didn't change their opinion of the "cool catcher" but at least they didn't bother him. Time and again Abe encouraged the captain to follow Abe's example but he refused. Abe wanted to make fun of the right fielder for it but he could also rationalize with Hanai's position: Abe already found his soul mate while Hanai hadn't.

Soon enough Hanai became too pitiful to watch much longer leaving Abe with his standard backup of watching the second hand on the clock tick away towards the end of school and freedom.

It was closer than Abe thought to the end of school. Six simple rotations around the face of the clock. 360 little clicks and school would be out and finally he could see Mihashi's face. Granted they still had indoor practice, but the break between school and practice was always looked forward to. Whether Abe and Mihashi were in the library studying, in Shiga-sensei's classroom having a team meeting, or simply hanging out killing time they were at least together. Those meetings, always too short, were paradise. It was like Mihashi emitted some kind of Eden-aura that placated every nerve in Abe's body and melted away the day's stress.

The catcher peered back up at the clock. The skinny had had only moved thirty clicks closer to freedom. Abe let out a quiet sigh. He knew that the longer he stared at the clock's face the slower time would pass, but there was nothing else to do.

A small "um, Abe-kun?" from the right startled the catcher. It was a female's voice, one he was not particularly familiar with. It was shy, which cut out the usual riffraff and hussies that tried to play for his attention. The voice was quiet and shaking slightly, giving off the general feeling of nervousness.

He knew he would feel bad answering in his typical gruff tone, but Abe decided not to play any favorites with his female admirers so nobody would get the wrong impression. "Yes?" He said plainly without even looking at who it was that talking to him.

"Y-you're on the baseball team, right?" The girl asked.

Again he sighed. Here was another girl going after him because he was on the fabled "first year fantasy team" of Nishiura high. "Yes," Abe replied again, this time turning to actually see who was speaking.

She was cute. Plain and simply she was cute. Not a girl destined to be an idol but not some trashy I-think-I-look-good-but-really-don't bimbo. She didn't stick out in Abe's mind at all, which made him instantly recognize her. She hardly ever spoke out in class yet wasn't exactly a loner. She had some friends, had respectable grades, and never did anything to make her self stand out. But Abe knew her, or at least of her. This girl was Sakuma Elizabeth and what made her stand out in Abe's mind was her flowing bright silver blond hair that cascaded like a waterfall over her back and down to her hips.

Once he recognized who it was he was speaking to Abe felt a little bad addressing her so bluntly. He could tell by the look on her face that she was taken aback with the way he addressed her and he could hear it in her voice. "Sorry," she apologized, "I didn't know you were busy."

As quickly as she had come she turned away, trying to leave without making any sort of scene. Instantly the steely eyed catcher felt terrible, like he had just kicked a sleeping cat that had done nothing to him. "Wait, Sakuma-san," he said in a more pleasant voice while catching her by the arm. "I'm sorry. Can I help you with something?"

Hearing Abe apologize seemed to give the silver blond back some of her confidence. "Um, a-Abe-kun, y-you're on the b-baseball team, right?" She repeated.

"Yes," Abe also repeated, but with more compassion.

"Then, um, well…" she stumbled. "Um, then, do you know Su…Su…" Sakuma Elizabeth trailed off.

"Who?" Abe asked confused.

"Su," she mumbled, "Suyama-kun," she finished in a whisper and deep blush.

Relief surged through his body. Abe was happy that she wasn't trying to pick up him, Mihashi, or Izumi. Everyone else on the team was fair game; and if asked Abe would gladly do all he could to help his teammates find the same bliss he and his beautiful pitcher had. "Suyama?" He clarified. "Yeah, he's the short stop. What do you need?" The blushing blond buried her face in her hands. Abe could tell she was embarrassed but for the life of him he couldn't tell why. It was just Suyama. He was a normal guy just like anyone; so what did she find so difficult in asking about him?

Abe glanced back up at the clock as he waited for her to answer. There was only four minutes left until the end of school, a fact that excited the catcher. Slowly his mind started to drift back to a certain person in the 1-9 classroom. "I," she said, breaking the trance the mental image of Mihashi had on Abe. "I, want to know…" she trailed off.

Normally Abe would have been mad at something like this. She was annoying and wasting his time. But despite that she reminded the catcher of someone. The way Sakuma mumbled and her shy act both resembled what Mihashi use to do, and instead of getting mad or upset at her for what used to piss the catcher off he simply put on a faint smile and waited.

"What kind of chocolate does he like?"

Her whisper was barely enough for Abe to hear, but once he understood what she was saying his fait smile broadened into a wide grin. "So you like Suyama?" Abe asked through the grin.

"Ye…ye…" she stumbled, tripping over the word. "I, I," she started again. "I, I'm sorry!" She squeaked before hastily walking away.

The catcher was left there a little stunned. Had he done anything wrong? He didn't think so but yet Sakuma apparently did. But either way he knew two things. First was that she liked the short stop, and second was he would do all he possibly could to help her confess to Suyama. Abe didn't mind Sakuma. She was pretty smart, wasn't obnoxious, and was kind of cute. So in order for Abe to play matchmaker he had to start with Sakuma Elizabeth first. She hadn't waited to hear what Suyama preferred, and to be honest Abe himself didn't quite know. Chocolate preference was not a topic of conversation that came up often. Or at all for that matter. However, it was no secret that Suyama had a passion for strawberries that bordered on fanaticism.

One more glance at the clock told the steely eyed teen that he had only a minute left before class was dismissed. Quickly Abe tore a scrap piece of paper from his notebook, making sure not to tear out any of the doodles he drew of himself and Mihashi, and set to work. In his scrawling handwriting Abe wrote a quick message for what he hoped to be his teammate's future girlfriend. Suyama Shojo, Abe wrote, class: 1-2, favorite food: strawberries and anything strawberry flavored. After writing the note Abe once again looked up at the clock. He had finished with 20 seconds to spare. As quickly as he could Abe packed up all of this class stuff and when the bell rang he made his way over to the door.

Sakuma Elizabeth was still at her desk, her face diverted away from the rest of the class. Instantly Abe knew she was still embarrassed. So instead of calling her name to give her the note he simply dropped it on her desk, pausing when he saw her recognize the new piece of paper. When the blushing blond student swept the room looking for the origin of the paper Abe caught her eye. "This should help," he muttered in a soft voice before exiting the classroom.

Abe was relieved and happy that he could help out what he hoped to be a future relationship. His smug grin was instantly recognized by his teammates as one by one they met up in the first year hallway before heading to the weight room. When Mihashi joined the group Abe floated to the honey blond pitcher, feeling the gravity of the smaller boy pull him in. When he got there the two did their typical public greeting of Abe giving Mihashi a squeeze on the shoulder and whispered "love you" quietly. Once done Mihashi always "surprisingly" grabbed the hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze in return.

When his typical routine was done Abe eyed Suyama, who was walking just behind Sakaeguchi and Nishihiro listening to their conversation. The steely eyed catcher knew that Suyama and Sakuma would be good together. Both were relatively quiet and reserved, but they bother were pretty smart as well. Abe knew deep in his gut that they would find many things in common.

But their similarities also worried Abe. Suyama and Sakuma were a lot alike; but on the Nishiura baseball team it seemed like opposites attracted more than anything. There was the couple of himself, the level headed analytical catcher and Mihashi, the timid teen whose fluctuating emotions were enough to confuse the hell out of any onlookers. But there was also the quiet Izumi with the face of a baby and the loud Aizawa with the chest of a supermodel. Given the pattern, it was against the odds for two people so similar like Suyama and Sakuma to go out with each other.

Suyama saw Abe looking at him and smiling a rather smug grin. "Abe, what's up?" He asked, hoping that the awkward feeling that clawed at his stomach would go away.

"Nothin' Suyama," Abe replied nonchalantly.

Despite his answer Abe kept looking at Suyama with the same grin. "You need anything Abe?" Suyama asked.

Abe gave a small chuckle. "Nope," the catcher said in a carefree voice. "But I know someone who's going to get an awesome surprise on V-day."

The mention of Valentine's Day got the team wondering, especially when Suyama was involved. Everyone knew that people like Tajima and Hanai, those who stood out on the team, would be getting tons of chocolate on the 14th. But others like Oki and Suyama knew that their own loads would be drastically smaller. They weren't the best baseball players and never stood out that much on the field. Granted they did share the same celebrity that simply being on the baseball team gave them. But their own personalities and shy tendencies held them back from being stand outs. So Abe's news of someone like Suyama getting a surprise worth mentioning was more interesting than any humdrum conversation anyone could have thought up.

"What is it?" Suyama asked, curiosity resonating in his deep voice.

The smug grin Abe wore stretched from a comfortable superiority to the point of arrogance. "Now if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise would it?"

"Oh, that's just mean," Oki said with a laugh.

"But it's more humorous that way," Nishihiro commented.

"Shut up you turtle," Suyama mumbled at Nishihiro. The scrappy shortstop then turned to the catcher and tried giving him an evil stare but ended up smiling despite himself. "Just remember this Abe, if I don't like the surprise then you're dead."

Abe saw the humor in Suyama's eyes and decided to play along. "Mihashi did you hear that," he whined in a playful voice before turning to the pitcher. "Big bad Suyama's gonna hurt me. Save me."

Mihashi got the humor and played along as well. "Don't come to me for protection. You brought this on yourself. Besides, do you think I could save you?"

The ten teammates continued their joking and joshing until it was time for conditioning. Due to the cold weather they were still forced inside but that suited them well. They spent the first part of their practice in the weight room lifting weights until it an hour had passed since the end of school, signaling to the ten teens it was time to run long halls through the school to build endurance.

At the end of the day all ten were hot, sweaty, and in good spirits. They were the only ones in their section of the locker room, a room they shared with the general PE classes due to the novelty of the baseball club and the lack of a functioning club room larger than a storage closet. But since they were the only team to use the room besides the actual class once school ended the baseball club had it all to themselves.

"Mihashi," Abe cooed while everyone was in the locker room after practice. "Good job today." While Mihashi still faced his locker Abe wrapped his arms around the smaller honey blond teen's chest, pulling him into a tight embrace. As they sat there for a second Abe inhaled deeply. He loved the scent Mihashi gave off after working out. There was something about the pitcher's scent after working out that drove Abe crazy; like the pitcher's pheromones were not only the keys to Abe's libido but like an addiction he just couldn't quit. Both teens stood, Abe spooning Mihashi's shirtless back while they both stood.

As the seconds ticked around them Abe's hands started to wander up Mihashi's naked chest. Abe loved the feeling of Mihashi's cut body. The pitcher was in no way built solid, bulking up like Hanai was. Instead the already slim body of the pitcher was trimming up. Every day when Abe hugged the pitcher like this Abe traced his hands up Mihashi's stomach feeling up the abs and pectorals that were slowly starting to gain prominence on the pitcher's torso. Abe went up, up to where his hands always stopped, right over Mihashi's small nipples that were always by this time fully erect. In their private moments in the locker room Abe always went in once Mihashi had his shirt off and always stopped his hands on Mihashi's chest; fondling and caressing the erect, rosy pricks of flesh.

But Abe always went up. He and Mihashi had never gone any further than a few heated make out sessions. It wasn't for the lack of want on either partner's side, which was evident by the bulge slowly growing in the front of Abe's shorts. Instead the couple set up boundaries for themselves. Both would keep their pants on until they were both ready. As much of a drawback both teens felt the rule was both were adamant about it and agreed that their first time should be truly special. So instead Abe got his hit of Mihashi this way; sweaty from practice when his must was strongest and Abe could easily fill his nostrils with the smaller boy's scent.

It was Suyama who brought the skyrocketing couple back to reality. "Oy!" He yelled. "If you're not going to tell me what the surprise is then I'm not going to let you two pervs feel each other up down here."

"Sorry," Abe and Mihashi mumbled simultaneously. Abe hated to pull away but Suyama did have a bit of a point. It was, now that he was breathing in clean air and not Mihashi, a public place and slightly embarrassing at that. With the mood thoroughly killed, Abe turned his back on his teammates and continued down to his locker. It was times like this that made Abe glad his locker was the last one. He in no way wanted the rest of the team to see his now fully erect member tenting out in front of him. By being the furthest away he could at least change away from the team and avoid the friendly yet stinging insults.

Yet despite being the very last one to start changing Abe was always one of the first out of the locker room and always waited. Every day he was leaning on the wall between the girl's and guy's changing rooms across from the drinking fountains waiting for his honey blond prince. And day after day Mihashi was always one of the last ones out. Sometimes the team stayed together and walked home, or at least to the CD shop, as a group. But on days like today the ten man team splintered into the more intimate cliques and on days like today Abe and Mihashi walked home alone. And every day once they cleared the school grounds the two lovers intertwined their hands, gloved against the cold but always warm with love.

How'd you guys like it? There'll be more chapters coming, when I don't know but there will be more. But only if you review.

Reviews keep me writing! Please let me know what you think or want to see happen!

~ebob