Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or its characters.
Warning: Touchy subjects. A bit of smut. Non-yaoi though.
Toshiko: Enjoy my beautiful baby! *mwah*
Reiko: Err Elena-chan I don't think—
Toshiko: JUST ENJOY IT.
Ohtori ran up the small grassy hill and lightly kicked the small figure sleeping on the ground beneath his favorite shady tree. "Jirou! Get up."
The brown haired boy just wiggled in his sleep and adjusted his tennis bag beneath him, content to lie on the grass for a couple more hours.
"Jirou-sempai. Jirou."
"JIROU GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP NOW," Shishido angrily stomped on his teammate's foot in an attempt to wake him up.
"WHA-?" Jirou's brown eyes snapped open. "You coulda just let me sleep a little longer," he whined as he yawned and rubbed his tired eyes.
"Atobe wants us at the locker room. Meeting time."
They were already retreating towards the courts.
Damn them. They were annoying, never leaving him alone. It wasn't his fault that – well, he guessed that it probably was.
The girl walked into his room and dropped her pants.
"Come on." She pulled her shirt over her head and stood in front of Shishido wearing only her undergarments, matching lacy purple. It was funny.
He felt the blood rush to his nether region and growled uncomfortably. The lanky brown haired high school student pulled the girl towards him and pinned her to the bed.
They fucked. It wasn't making love, in any sense of the phrase. It was a violent, frenzied, emotionless action, merely a primeval habit that they shared an interest in.
"Ahh, nh, Shish-" The girl's lust filled moans were cut off abruptly as her head snapped back in pleasure and Shishido came inside her.
"Fuck. I'm done." Shishido panted and slowly slid his sweat covered body off of hers to lie beside her on the soaked bed sheets. He drew patterns on her belly with his calloused fingers as her heart rate slowly slowed down to a normal beat.
They couldn't keep going at this rate, and they both knew it. But they couldn't stop either.
Choutarou stood in front of a large marble stone with a small bouquet of red and white tulips in his hands. He whispered something, closed his eyes for an instant, and gently placed the flowers on the ground.
It was raining, but he hadn't brought an umbrella, just flowers.
He had forgotten to tell his mother that he would be out, but he knew she wouldn't care. She never had.
It was raining, but he didn't care. Drenched, he sat leaning against the hard stone and softly murmured, "Happy birthday, aniki. I guess mom was too busy to come this year." That was a lie, but he knew it.
Toshiko: Thanks for reading this first chapter. I've always wanted to write something about these three, since they seem particularly good at hiding their personal pains.
Definitely will be adding more chapters to this, don't worry, it's a somewhat happy ending. As you can maybe tell, I like cliffhangers.
Reiko: … I think the word "cliffhangers" doesn't begin to cover it.
Toshiko: Shhh.
