Title: Study of Sex
Author: Shimegami
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Genre: Humor, Yaoi
Pairing(s): TezuRyo, InuKai, OishiEiji, FujiTaka, MomoKamio
Summary: Ryoma makes an interesting discovery, and uses it to further his mission: seduce buchou.
AN: Wheee.....gag fic with my favorite pairing. And yes, if you use certain kanji to write it, "seigaku" could be translated "study of sex". Adds a whole new dimension to everyone's favorite tennis team, eh?
----Study of Sex (status: incomplete)----
Tezuka wondered if he should be vaguely worried at the look that the young tennis prodigy was currently sporting.
Ryoma was smirking. That in itself was not unusual. Only this time said smirk was not his usual arrogant assertion of superiority, but rather a sultry smile inviting witnesses to play a different game than tennis.
Tezuka's discomfort grew as Ryoma sidled up to him, his smirk widening into a predatory grin.
Tezuka decided to skip "worried" and move on to wondering whether he should start to feel terrified or not.
"Ne, buchou, I discovered something interesting today."
Ryoma had an interesting voice. Although it hadn't yet deepened, it was low and husky, with something of a lilt to it and more than a little drawl. He had grown up speaking Japanese, yes, but years in America had left it's mark on the boy in longer-than-neccesary syllables and a more throaty pronounciation than normal.
Tezuka imagined it would make a very nice bedroom voice. In fact, overall, Ryoma made a very nice bedroom person. Large, catlike eyes than seemed permanantly half-lidded, a thin, lanky frame perfect for lounging around, and the low husky voice that could send shivers up a person's spine if he spoke the right words. It gave an overall impression of a person perfectly suited to lying in the afterglow, languid and smirking as they teased further reactions out of you.
Tezuka then imagined he hadn't just thought that. Really, he was spending too much time with Fuji. Fuji could pull sexual innuendo out of rocks.
Ryoma had come to stand directly in front of him, not too close to push the boundaries of polite personal space, but a bit too close for Tezuka's comfort at the moment.
"Do you know..." Ryoma began, leaning foward. The smirk hadn't left his face the entire time, his golden eyes shining with mischief and something else Tezuka didn't really want to think about at the moment. "...that if you put "Seigaku" into certain kanji, it means "study of sex"?"
Tezuka blinked.
Ryoma did not just say what he thought he did. Tezuka swallowed and hoped that the faint heat in his cheeks wasn't strong enough to be visible yet.
"....is that so?" He managed, trying to sound as stoic and unwaverng as he normally did. Ryoma's grin indicated he hadn't been as successful as he hoped.
Ryoma always caused these sort of reactions in him. Around the small freshman, Tezuka felt awkward and self-concious. Normally the younger never paid too much attention to his buchou other than to follow directions, and Tezuka never really had to worry about what he felt towards Ryoma. Lately, however, he had been hard-put to conceal his feelings as the freshman began something akin to stalking him.
Ryoma, with all the skill of a master predator, picked up his awkwardness and swooped in for the kill.
The small tennis prodigy took a step closer, his body barely brushing Tezuka's. He stretched up on tiptoe, placing his face on level with his neck. Tezuka had to physically restrain himself from jumping like a startled rabbit and fleeing.
"It's certainly something to think about, isn't it....Kunimitsu-kun." With those whispered words, the freshman turned and walked back to the courts. By the time Tezuka's mind had recovered from the static shock of the feel of Ryoma's chest barely brushing his and his lips faintly whispering along his jawbone, Ryoma was already bouncing a ball on his racket, drinking Ponta.
Tezuka felt rooted to the spot. That had been delibrate. Echizen had known exactly what he was doing, and what effect he had on the captain. That meant...
"Waaah!!!! I don't believe it!! Buchou is blushing nya!!! Where's the apocolypse??"
"My, my, what have you been up to, Tezuka-kun?"
It was all Ryoma's fault. Really, to cause his captain to be distracted so. Unforgiveable. He would pay Ryoma back for such a thing.
In bucketloads.
But first...
"Fuji! Eiji! Twenty laps!"
----(end of segment)----
Well, that kinda sucked. It's all disjointed and stuff. Pffff. Although I like the idea of Vindictive!Mischievious!Tezuka. Ryoma will be in trouble now. Fu fu fu.
If anyone actually read this, comments?
Author: Shimegami
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Genre: Humor, Yaoi
Pairing(s): TezuRyo, InuKai, OishiEiji, FujiTaka, MomoKamio
Summary: Ryoma makes an interesting discovery, and uses it to further his mission: seduce buchou.
AN: Wheee.....gag fic with my favorite pairing. And yes, if you use certain kanji to write it, "seigaku" could be translated "study of sex". Adds a whole new dimension to everyone's favorite tennis team, eh?
----Study of Sex (status: incomplete)----
Tezuka wondered if he should be vaguely worried at the look that the young tennis prodigy was currently sporting.
Ryoma was smirking. That in itself was not unusual. Only this time said smirk was not his usual arrogant assertion of superiority, but rather a sultry smile inviting witnesses to play a different game than tennis.
Tezuka's discomfort grew as Ryoma sidled up to him, his smirk widening into a predatory grin.
Tezuka decided to skip "worried" and move on to wondering whether he should start to feel terrified or not.
"Ne, buchou, I discovered something interesting today."
Ryoma had an interesting voice. Although it hadn't yet deepened, it was low and husky, with something of a lilt to it and more than a little drawl. He had grown up speaking Japanese, yes, but years in America had left it's mark on the boy in longer-than-neccesary syllables and a more throaty pronounciation than normal.
Tezuka imagined it would make a very nice bedroom voice. In fact, overall, Ryoma made a very nice bedroom person. Large, catlike eyes than seemed permanantly half-lidded, a thin, lanky frame perfect for lounging around, and the low husky voice that could send shivers up a person's spine if he spoke the right words. It gave an overall impression of a person perfectly suited to lying in the afterglow, languid and smirking as they teased further reactions out of you.
Tezuka then imagined he hadn't just thought that. Really, he was spending too much time with Fuji. Fuji could pull sexual innuendo out of rocks.
Ryoma had come to stand directly in front of him, not too close to push the boundaries of polite personal space, but a bit too close for Tezuka's comfort at the moment.
"Do you know..." Ryoma began, leaning foward. The smirk hadn't left his face the entire time, his golden eyes shining with mischief and something else Tezuka didn't really want to think about at the moment. "...that if you put "Seigaku" into certain kanji, it means "study of sex"?"
Tezuka blinked.
Ryoma did not just say what he thought he did. Tezuka swallowed and hoped that the faint heat in his cheeks wasn't strong enough to be visible yet.
"....is that so?" He managed, trying to sound as stoic and unwaverng as he normally did. Ryoma's grin indicated he hadn't been as successful as he hoped.
Ryoma always caused these sort of reactions in him. Around the small freshman, Tezuka felt awkward and self-concious. Normally the younger never paid too much attention to his buchou other than to follow directions, and Tezuka never really had to worry about what he felt towards Ryoma. Lately, however, he had been hard-put to conceal his feelings as the freshman began something akin to stalking him.
Ryoma, with all the skill of a master predator, picked up his awkwardness and swooped in for the kill.
The small tennis prodigy took a step closer, his body barely brushing Tezuka's. He stretched up on tiptoe, placing his face on level with his neck. Tezuka had to physically restrain himself from jumping like a startled rabbit and fleeing.
"It's certainly something to think about, isn't it....Kunimitsu-kun." With those whispered words, the freshman turned and walked back to the courts. By the time Tezuka's mind had recovered from the static shock of the feel of Ryoma's chest barely brushing his and his lips faintly whispering along his jawbone, Ryoma was already bouncing a ball on his racket, drinking Ponta.
Tezuka felt rooted to the spot. That had been delibrate. Echizen had known exactly what he was doing, and what effect he had on the captain. That meant...
"Waaah!!!! I don't believe it!! Buchou is blushing nya!!! Where's the apocolypse??"
"My, my, what have you been up to, Tezuka-kun?"
It was all Ryoma's fault. Really, to cause his captain to be distracted so. Unforgiveable. He would pay Ryoma back for such a thing.
In bucketloads.
But first...
"Fuji! Eiji! Twenty laps!"
----(end of segment)----
Well, that kinda sucked. It's all disjointed and stuff. Pffff. Although I like the idea of Vindictive!Mischievious!Tezuka. Ryoma will be in trouble now. Fu fu fu.
If anyone actually read this, comments?