Disclaimer: I do not own The Prince of Tennis.

Warnings: Yaoi.

Okay, I have very high expectations for this story, so I'm hoping that I don't mess it up!

Listening to 'Stars Beyond the Clouds' sets the mood!

"Where were you?" A deep familiar voice echoed throughout the rooms of the large mansion. A single light was on, revealing a figure of a tall man sitting in a chair positioned at the opposite end of a large oak table, and another man, younger and shorter positioned at the door.

"Out," Was the blunt reply.

The taller man got up, gently pushing the chair backwards as he did so. The shorter of the two males advanced cautiously into the dining room and slid his coat off of his slim shoulders, laying it neatly on the opposite chair to where the other man was.

"You didn't have to stay up for me. It's very late." The younger male said as he brushed a few stray hairs away from his face.

"Ryoma…"

The young Echizen raised his head upwards slightly so his golden eyes made contact with the other man's hazel ones. Smiling he brushed up against the left side of the table as he walked closer to the man, "Hai, Tezuka?"

Tezuka swallowed hard as he watched the prodigy run his hand through his hair seductively.

Ryoma, upon reaching his destination pressed a soft and supple hand against Tezuka's chest and stretched up to meet his lips.

"R-Ryoma," Tezuka spluttered as he quickly broke away from the oh-so-good mouth of his, "I need to know…"

Ryoma sighed, "Che, not one to be pleased easily are you?"

Tezuka sighed breathily, "I'm no pervert…"

"Very well then…" Ryoma said as he took off his hat and set it on the gleaming table, "I was out with Momo-senpai."

Tezuka didn't look convinced, he just barely stopped himself from jumping on the boy, "Mmm?"

"Getting hamburgers, don't get jealous." Ryoma smirked mockingly, he knew exactly how jealous Tezuka could become.

Tezuka rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed by the facial expression of the boy. "Ryoma…"

Ryoma smiled warmly this time, he was smitten with the way the former captain said his name. "Have you eaten?"

Tezuka was confused, was Ryoma teasing him again?

"Have, you, eaten?" Ryoma repeated slowly.

Tezuka nodded. Albeit it'd been ages since he had finished his dinner.

The prodigy's warm smile was erased as it was gradually replaced with a rather mischievous grin.

What is he plotting? Tezuka felt himself get hotter. T-that grin, is like the one, Fuji wears when he's in a…mood. Tezuka wondered for a second if Ryoma had been in contact with the sadistic tensai for lessons.

Ryoma's grin widened, his pleasure had built up from the sudden silence that had washed over the former captain. "Saa, I'm…quite hungry," he said innocently.

Tezuka knew better than this, he was right, Echizen Ryoma was up to something, and Tezuka wasn't sure if he liked where this was going, at all. "The cooks left you some dinner if you'd like to heat it up." Tezuka pointed out dumbly. Or was it desperately?

Ryoma shook his head, wisps of his emerald bangs fell over his eyes as his cheeks produced one of the most arousing shades of pinks ever. He panted lightly. "Iie, Mi-tsu-chan."

Tezuka was in a very awkward position. The very, wait, vulnerable Ryoma was standing before him awaiting his move while Tezuka was having a mental battle between his brain and his-

Well, you know…

"I feel, dizzy…" Ryoma said hotly as he grasped the back of Tezuka's chair, instantly pulling himself into an embrace with the former captain.

Tezuka gasped softly as he felt Ryoma's small frame fall against his, slowly and painfully pushing him even closer to the edge of his sanity. He leaned back a little in order to support both he, and the young prodigy.

"Tezuka……buchou"

The formers captain's arms still held the boy in respectful way. "I-I'm sure if you're too weak, I can get you something to eat."

Ryoma groaned in protest, Wasn't the fool getting it? "Iie…I….want….some milk."

"Huh?" Tezuka nearly dropped the boy in puzzlement, "Milk?"

"H-hai, please…buchou…provide me with milk…"

Tezuka was stunned, because one, Ryoma was asking to give him milk, and two, Ryoma was still calling him 'buchou' as if he was still the leader. "Saa, if I leave you here will you be okay while I get it?"

Eh?! Ryoma's bottom lip slipped outwards considerably, allowing a small pout to form on his lips. He opted on licking up Tezuka's neck in order to get the much needed message across, after doing so he nipped lightly on the former captain's ear, and was rewarded with a small gasp from the older man. "Understand that?"

Tezuka's eyes flew open, so that was what the prodigy wanted! Not cow's milk but- Tezuka cleared his mind of his thoughts. "A-ah…"

"Good," The boy praised arrogantly as he pushed his impatient mouth against Tezuka's.

Flashback

It was pouring with rain as Tezuka walked home that day; the streets were left abandoned apart from a lone figure smoking outside a pub.

The captain had just had the most awkward day of his life, Echizen Ryoma, the son of former pro Echizen Nanjiroh walked up to him in practice and immediately told him that Fuji Syuusuke was in love with him. This rocked the young captain to the core, why hadn't he noticed? If Fuji was indeed in love with him, Tezuka would have noticed any signs that would tell him of it. But then again, the captain had been told once before that he was…'aloof'. This raised another question, what was Echizen doing with that sort of information? And, how did he obtain it? Tezuka was still lost in his thoughts as a black limo pulled up beside him. After a while of rolling behind the Seigaku captain, the car made a loud 'beep' sound which jolted Tezuka back into reality. The limo at once came to a halt.

The tinted side window of the limo went downwards steadily as it slowly revealed the face of a very familiar rich teenager, "Tezuka-buchou."

Tezuka blinked out of curiosity, why was Keigo Atobe here? "A-Atobe?"

"Ah. Tezuka, the weather isn't being kind today, is it?" The lilac-haired man said in an obvious tone, eyeing Tezuka carefully.

Tezuka hesitated. "The rain brings life," he stated simply.

"It may, but how it interrupts our-day-to-day lifestyles, hmm?" Atobe flicked his hair back.

Tezuka sighed. "What is it that you want?"

"Blunt aren't we?" Atobe teased, "I just thought I would ask if you would like me to drop you home. Since the weather is bottom-line shit."

Tezuka was bewildered, Atobe wasn't always like this.

Atobe sighed. "Today, Tezuka…actually, I really recommend that you do, because ore-same requests to speak to you about a few matters."

Ha! Tezuka was right, again. Atobe did have ulterior motives…"If it's no trouble, then I-"

Tezuka's thank you was cut short as Atobe opened the limo door and hauled Tezuka in the car, bag and all.

"Now, ore-sama wishes to get right to the point."

"Uh, hai…" Tezuka stuttered as he brought himself back together again.

The car's engine began again, and soon they were off. The interior of the car was leather, expensive, yet classy and it still had the new car smell that new cars had.

Atobe inhaled, "You, you love Fuji, don't you?"

Tezuka frowned, what was Atobe up to? "I, uh…no."

Atobe's eye pressure softened, as if he'd been relieved of a long felt hardship.

"Why do you need an insight into my life?"

"It's just…I…no reason…" Atobe lied, he was clearly not a good liar.

Silence, nothing but the sound of oncoming traffic and the limo's engine were heard.

Atobe turned his head to look at Tezuka, who was sitting neatly on the other end of the long seat which stretched to one side of the car to the other. He undid his seatbelt and slid closer to the alarmed Seigaku captain.

"A-Atobe, what are you doing?" Tezuka felt himself buckle, as Atobe's hot breath circulated around his lips.

"Tezuka, I, ore-sama enjoys your company…" Atobe moved in, catching Tezuka's lips in his own, plunging his tongue inside his cavern as the other boy gasped in confusion.

Tezuka's eyes widened in shock. He put his hands against the Hyotei captain's chest and pushed him back. "Atobe, I-"

Tezuka was once again, cut off as the limo came to sudden stop. "I-I," He stammered, "Gomen…" Tezuka said quickly as he practically jumped out of the limo (with his bag) and ran in the direction of his house.

Atobe was left in a crawling position, reeling.

Tezuka needed someone to confide in, desperately. But he couldn't let his teammates down, never. If he were to let his stoic-mask of leadership fall away and reveal to them his careless side, Tezuka would never forgive himself.

"Buchou?"

Tezuka whirled around in surprise, a look of utter unhappiness painted on his face, "E-Echizen?"

"Are you, okay? You've been acting strange all day, saa, all practice anyways…" Ryoma asked unbeknown to what Tezuka was feeling at that moment.

"I'm fine, no problems." Tezuka replied quickly.

"Okay then," Ryoma said softly as he walked back onto the courts.

Tezuka stared at the boy for a time, before realizing his mistake. Echizen was willing to listen to his issue but Tezuka had turned him away. Damn.

Tezuka sighed as he closed the change-room door practice that day had been very strenuous indeed.

"Buchou."

Tezuka gasped in surprise as he turned around face to face with Echizen, again. "Ah, Echizen?"

Ryoma smirked, "So, do you want to talk about it now?"

If Tezuka didn't carry his pride as high as he did, his mouth would have hung open in shock. "N-na-ni?"

Ryoma rolled his eyes impatiently, "Buchou, you're so aloof…"

Tezuka frowned. "As are you…"

"Hmm, that's beside the point. It obvious that you are troubled so let your guard down this once and talk to me."

Tezuka was in complete awe, it was, as if this boy, this prodigy, knew him as well as his grandfather did.

"Come on," Ryoma ordered, grabbing the captain's arm and pulling him to a nearby bench.

End of Flashback

Ryoma lay, completely wasted, underneath Tezuka, whom was also breathing quite heavily.

Tezuka reached down behind himself and pulled the blanket up above both of the boy's shoulders, very content with the love they had just made. He nuzzled his nose against Ryoma's soft neck and planted light, butterfly-kisses along his collarbone.

Ryoma, who was now in a deep sleep, shifted slightly from the pleasurable contact, "Buchou, don't touch him…"

Tezuka opened his eyes again, He's sleep talking?

"Get away…tensai…monkey…" Ryoma's innocent voice said detachedly.

Tezuka knew at once who he was mumbling about, but why, why was Ryoma ordering them around like that? Tezuka wrapped his arms around Ryoma's slender waist, feeling slightly happy that Ryoma was laying claim to him.

Ryoma rejected the notion and quickly jerked back into the mattress. "No, don't touch me…or Mitsu-chan, ever!" He cried.

Tezuka attempted to wake the sleeping boy up from his distress.

Ryoma's eyes instantly flickered open, seeing not those of whom he talked to in his sleeping state, but to the handsome-concerned face of his lover/boyfriend. "Mitsu?"

"Hai, Ryoma." Tezuka said in a calming voice, "I think you had a dream, where Fuji and Atobe were there…?"

Ryoma's cat-like eyes broadened in their expression, showing a dazed look. He smiled unconvincingly as he wrapped his arms around the former captain, "Iie, I think you were dreaming that."

Tezuka frowned, just lightly though because Ryoma's extremely innocent look made him crumble.

"Please," Ryoma said sweetly, as tears began to form in his eyes.

"Uh, Ryoma! What's wrong?" Tezuka asked worryingly.

Ryoma closed his eyes as the tears streamed uncontrollably down his rosy cheeks, "Please, don't ever leave me!" Ryoma cried, "Because if you do, I'll go crazy without you!"

"I won't!" Tezuka exclaimed, his voice once again, calming the boy. He wiped the tears off the prodigy's face lovingly.

"I love you," Ryoma stated as he store into the former captain's detailed eyes.

"I love you too…" Tezuka replied as he sank back into Ryoma's warmth, giving him a small peck on the head before returning back to sleep.

Ryoma sniffed softly as he too, closed his eyes and began to doze off, feeling loved.

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