Danger mark
By: K
Chapter one
A training camp. Sensei was planning on making us sweat. She and Inui had doctored out a schedule that required the very best of all of us. Well, if we ever wanted to make it far, we'd be needing this… And we want to reach the Nationals this year.
So, here we are now. Lying exhausted in our beds. None of us having any strength left. None of us having enough energy to do anything but lying down.
We're sharing a room with two or three. Nothing special about that. We've often enough had to share rooms during different of tournaments. And it always ends up with the same ones to share the chamber. Momoshiro and Echizen. Eiji and Oishi. Kawamaru, Kaidoh and Inui. And Fuji and me.
I feel my eyes fall shut and surrender to the sweet slumber.
AaAaAa
Cold lips cover mine. A soft moan escapes. From him or from me, I cannot tell. Probably from both of us. Yet it is a familiar sound. A sound that turns me on even more. My body is pressed against his. His hands are tangled in my hair. My arms wrapped possessively around him. I feel overwhelmed. Just the feel of his naked body against mine. It is almost too much to handle. Even after so many nights, I am not used at having this angel lying under me. Writhing so cutely at my every touch. I still can't believe he loves me. He… He can have everyone. Why has he chosen me? Not that I complain, mind you. Yet I can't help but wonder.
A soft gasp escapes his flushed lips when I grind my hips against his. I groan deep in my throat. I can't help myself. He always has this effect on me. Whenever we are together I lose control.
My mouth is working its way towards his ear. I know it is a spot that makes him crack. I have him completely surrendered underneath me. Completely addicted to my touch. And I cannot say I do not like this dominant position.
Taking his mouth in another soaring kiss, I gently but firmly enter him. He gasps against my lips. The sound soon followed by a deep, passion filled moan. He murmurs my name. And I start moving. Slow at first. Yet when he starts to move his hips in rhythm to meet my strokes, I cannot hold back any longer. Desire, lust and need driving my movements.
His nails are definitely leaving marks on my shoulders and back. Somehow I do not care. I know that my teeth, which are currently occupied with his neck, will leave far more clearer marks.
I can feel his walls clench around me and I know I'm not going to last long anymore. His name is burning in my mind as I sink my teeth deeper in his pale flesh.
'Syusuke!!!'
AaAaAa
I wake up with a soft cry. Sweat covering me. Butterflies still roaming through my body. I cannot believe this. Why in heaven's name would I dream about me and Fuji having sex…? It is not logic. He's just a team-mate. Just a friend. Nothing more. It can't be. Can it?
Looking over to the sleeping form of said person I can feel my heart flutter in my chest. What is this? When did I start to feel like this? When did he start to become more to me that just a friend. When became Fuji an object of my dream desires?
Lying myself back down, I close my eyes and rub them tiredly. I seriously need some decent sleep…
A soft grunt beside me makes me look up again. Is he still asleep? Did I wake him…?
I feel a terror build inside of me. Don't tell me I yelled his name right before I woke up…
Yet his eyes are still closed. I sigh relieved. He still sleeps.
I keep on watching his vague silhouette. That dream makes me look at him from a complete different point of view. I don't know if I should feel thankful or terrified about it. And I cannot say that I didn't like it. What was happening in the dream I mean. It felt right. One way or another.
He's tossing from side to side. A nightmare? This is a complete different Fuji than what he allows us to see during daytime. I've always suspected that the ever-present smile was a mask. But I've never been able to figure out why he keeps on smiling. Is it to protect himself? So yes, for what or for who? Has it become a habit? Does he just like to smile? Is it no mask at all? Am I just searching too many things behind nothing? I don't know. But I sure as hell would like to know…
"No… No!"
I fling back the covers. And within a second I am at the side of his bed. But what can I do? Should I wake him?
"No! Please! No…!!"
There is so much pain in his screaming voice. I haven't ever heard him like this before. Besides, he never begs. It just isn't him.
I shake my head. Of course he isn't. It's the nightmare. He would never behave like this. Yet now, in dreams, where normally no one can hear you, where no one can see you, there it is that your true self appears. It is only asleep that we don't pretend. Only when we sleep we are true to ourselves.
I know that if he could control his reactions asleep like he does when he's awake… It would slowly destroy him. He keeps everything bottled up inside. He always carries that smile on his face… We are quite alike. He and me. Perhaps that's why we've always understood each other. Perhaps that is why we are such good friends. He's the only one who knows me… And I who knows him. The only difference between us is the smile. I carry the stoic mask.
Setting myself down I gently take his hand in mine.
"Fuji…" My voice is soft and firm at the same time. Yet he doesn't react.
He's still tossing from side to side. His face is showing so much agony. How can I help him?
"No… Don't…"
His screams have softened to silent pleas and soft sobs are escaping his lips.
The image of him lying naked underneath me, with flushed red lips of our kissing, suddenly enters my mind.
I firmly shake my head. No! Not now. He needs my help, not my fantasies…
Grabbing his shoulders, I gently try to shake him awake.
"Fuji… Fuji!"
His arms are swinging around, trying to hit anything they can reach. He even slaps me a couple of times.
All of a sudden his eyes open. Crystal blue orbs look at me with so much fear clearly written in them. No, they look through me…
"Fuji…!" My voice sounds rough.
"Let me go! Please… Don't…"
I start to feel raw panic raise inside of me. He's not awake…? What can I do? How can I bring him back? It's not good to let him stay in the nightmare.
"Fuji!"
Another shake at his shoulders. There has to be a way… I can't just leave him like this. But how can I help him? What do I need to do to get him out of it?
It's a desperate move, yet it is the only thing I can think of. My lips firmly descend on his. My hands gripping his shoulders just a bit stronger, pulling him closer against my chest.
Butterflies are roaming through me.
He stiffens in my arms. Eyes wide open, still seeing someone else instead of me.
Soft murmurs, pleas to stop against my lips.
Wake up Fuji. Please… Come back to me…
I keep the pressure on his lips, trying to get him calm, relaxed. Gradually his protest grows softer and lesser. Is he…?
Pulling away I hope he won't hate me. And I hope that I'm not blushing too much.
Watching him closely I see him blink a couple of times.
"Fuji…" How many times have I called out his name already?
His beautiful orbs fix themselves on my face. Surprise. Pain.
"Tezuka?"
His voice is close to shattering. Tears are shimmering in his eyes.
Reaching out once more, I pull him in a gentle hug. I can feel him freeze for a second before he relaxes and allows me to hold him close to me. His own arms returning the embrace. His head resting in the crook of my neck. Are that tears rolling down? There is no sound, no movement of his fragile body indicating it, however I can already feel them through my shirt. My hands start to softly rub his back.
There are so many things I want to ask. But now is not the time. He needs some rest, not an interrogation.
Gently one of my hands moves to stroke through his hair. It has always had a calming effect on people. Yet Fuji isn't everyone. I smile sadly when I notice it is working. His breathing is becoming regular again. His heart on the other hand is still racing. What has he dreamed of?
He wrings himself gently yet firmly out of my grasp. Turning to face me, I see his smile back in place. Not as convincing as usual, but it is there. Don't do it Fuji. Don't close me out. I'm here. I've been here since the beginning. Don't lock me out now. Please, let me near. Let me try to help you…
"What happened?"
I can see he tries to collect himself. Not that it is working, but I respect his try.
"Just a nightmare… Nothing to worry about."
I open my mouth to contradict him, but he interrupts me before I can utter as much as a syllable.
"I'm fine."
I unnoticeably roll my eyes. Sure you are…
"You're not Fuji. Don't lie to me. You never have. Don't start it now."
Your eyes widen a bit before you turn your head to avoid looking into mine.
"I'm fine." At least I will be…
I thought you uttered it after it. You will be… Will you Fuji? On your own again? Can you really be alright?
"It wasn't just a nightmare… I've seen it Fuji. After the very first cry I've been at your bedside. It wasn't just a nightmare…"
Will you tell me? Will you let me in? Or are you being stubborn, as you always are, and keep it bottled up inside?
You're still not looking at me. Why are you avoiding me? It was just a nightmare right…
I can't help the sarcastic tone of my voice in my head. Somehow his actions hurt me.
"You're right. It wasn't a normal nightmare. It was something…"
He swallows. As if searching for the right words. As if trying to find the words to make it look less painful. Is he even going to tell me?
"I'm sorry. I… I can't tell you."
I look numbly at you. What I wouldn't give to hear your thoughts now. What would they say? What would they tell me?
"Thank you for watching over me. Thank you for waking me up. But I'm alright now. So… Goodnight buchou."
There is nothing I can do now. Not anymore. His smiling mask is on and he's trying to convince himself that it's going to be alright. That he is going to be…
It probably will be. Once… However I don't think it's going to be very soon.
I shake my head, yet remain silent. I know that, no matter what I say, he won't listen to reason. He's just that stubborn…
Laying himself down and pulling the cover back over him, I reluctantly stand up and walk over to my own bed. I'm rather certain however, that he, nor me for that matter, won't sleep anymore this night…
TBC…
AN: Well, my first try at a Prince Of Tennis FanFiction. Please, tell me what you think of it!! I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter!