Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis.

A/N: Please enjoy.

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Unspoken

What do you think of Ore-sama?

Arrogant. Skilled. Elegant. Bold. Naa?

Then, what do you think of me?

Arrogant? No. Not there.

Skilled? No. Not enough.

Elegant? No. Not yet.

Bold? No. Not at all.

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"Drown in Ore-sama's prowess!"

How easily I say that. Of course, through practice, through enforcement, through agreement.

"Kabaji!" Then I give an order.

How easily I say that. Of course, through initiative, through enforcement, through habit.

And you always answer, "Usu!"

And how easily you say that. Of course, through force, through compliance, through habit.

Naa, you probably think how easy and natural it is for me to call you, to command you as you comply to every one of my wishes.

And if I don't say it, it is probably not so, you may think.

But some things are.

Because some things Ore-sama just won't say.

Because some things I just won't say.

Time doesn't matter. Place doesn't matter. What matters are you and I. What matters are only the two of us.

"Kabaji!"

"Usu."

"Hug Ore-sama."

"Usu."

Your strong arms trap me and dominate me, and yet, strangely, Ore-sama's place feels not threatened by such overwhelming actions.

You know how I like to be held. Because I commanded you to hold me in such a way once before.

And one might think: how clever you are to remember after the first.

But I say, once is already too much.

Because there are some things that Ore-sama wishes not to say.

I raise my head to look up to you, the giant towering over me. I peer into your calm, dark, dark eyes so much like my own.

But of course, my eyes are not calm now.

Your eyes reflect them. I can feel them as well, burning with desire, burning with desperation, and burning brightly, so that sparks of embers would catch your look and perhaps set your eyes afire too.

I close my eyes.

I lean forward.

I push my lips slightly outward.

Because there are just some things that Ore-sama will never say.

Because I will not force you. Because I will not make you comply. Because I will not create another habit for you, a habit much like an addiction for a drug that you soon get too used to to quit.

And I wait.

I wait till shadows block the light.

I wait for your scent to seduce my nostrils at proximity.

I wait for warm, soft structures to caress my lips.

They happen, one by one, slowly.

Then I part my lips against yours, my tongue darting out to knock at the entrance of your mouth.

Kabaji, open your mouth. Let Ore-sama in.

Usu.

You comply. But you know not that your mouth is not the only thing I want entrance to. You know not. Because there are just some things that Ore-sama will never say.

My tongue draws yours into a waltz, slowly at first. Then into a tango towards destruction.

Naa, Kabaji. There is something that I want.

So I will not hold another.

I will not spoil another.

There is something that I want.

But there are some things that Ore-sama will never say.

And that includes that something I want.

Naa, Kabaji. There are some things Ore-sama…I will never say.

Yet, as you embrace me now, you should understand.

Naa, Kabaji. There are some things Ore-sama…I will never say.

Yet, as you kiss me now, you should understand.

Naa, Kabaji. There are some things I will never say.

And, as I unbutton my white uniform shirt right now and take your hand to place it upon my naked, hot chest, you should understand.

Because there are some things Ore-sama will never say.

Because there are some things I will never say.

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Authoress's Crap:

A sudden urge. That will be my final answer.

Thank you always for reading.