Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis
Ryoma doesn't know how he ended up in this situation. What wrong had he done to warrant such an awful action upon himself? He didn't particularly remember being snarky with anyone…. well not anyone recently. So what had he done that would result him in being dressed in a transparent nightgown that reached to his thighs and slipped off one shoulder, while reciting words to an ancient play that had nothing to do with tennis.
The answer came in a flashing light, literally. Once glance at Fuji with his camera bought a shudder racing down his back and all he could do in this situation was try not to show anymore skin then he already was. Another flash went off and Ryoma had to force himself not to scowl. This was all Fuji's fault. It was Fuji that was on the costume committee for the play Romeo and Juliet and a couple of days before the premiere, some of the actors and actresses quit! Ryoma didn't believe for a second that Fuji-sempai was innocent. He most likely planned this. It couldn't be a coincidence that all of Juliet's clothes (many of them very short dresses which Ryoma was sure that women didn't wear in that time period, even if Fuji-sempai says it's a modernized version) fit Ryoma. Not only that, but all of Romeo's clothes only fit Tezuka, this had Fuji written all over it.
Now, standing on the balcony waiting for Tezuka to make his appearance for the balcony scene, Ryoma tries his hardest to calm himself since the kissing scene is coming soon.
The cue comes and Ryoma starts acting.
"Oh, Romeo! Oh, Romeo, where for thou….."
He acts and he ignores Tezuka as his eyes widen and he ignores how his buchou's breath quickens as he stares up at him and he's pretty sure it's at his legs. He tries to keep himself from blushing as Tezuka starts to climb up the balcony, but he's unsuccessful on account of another flash going off near him. Ryoma's pretty sure Fuji-sempai will have a lot of material to blackmail Ryoma with those pictures.
"Juliet…" A voice rumbles near him and he looks up into Tezuka's eyes unobstructed without his glasses and not hiding the particular exciting gleam in his eyes that Ryoma has only seen in the private rooms of closed doors. His nightgown slips more off his shoulder and it catches Tezuka eyes as he climbs onto the balcony.
They both say their lines, promising love and marriage and then Tezuka is leaning in, wrapping his arms around Ryoma, one hand stroking his bare shoulder and the other wrapped around his waist. Warm lips press onto Ryoma's and not matter how many times he's done this, it always surprises him. A tongue traces his lips asking for permission and he gives in easily, knowing that this kiss is a bit more then what the audience was expecting, but Ryoma doesn't particularly care right now.
No, he doesn't care that after he'll have to get into another short dress to continue the play. He doesn't care that when the death scene comes up near the end of the play, Inui, playing the apothecary, has prepared their 'poison' calling it Inui Juice Special Romeo edition and Inui Juice Special Juliet edition.
No, all he cares about is Tezuka and how he's kissing him and how Tezuka's hand around his waist is slipping lower and lower, down his ass and now up under…..Oh!
A flash of light goes off and Tezuka breaks the kiss off and ends the scene. Not a second later, Tezuka looks behind the balcony where Fuji was lurking with his camera.
"Stage! 100 laps!"
Fuji can only laugh and hug his camera while he walks off.
AN: o.O...well?