Title: Craze

Pairing: Eiji/Oishi, Atobe/Gakuto

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis, its story, nor characters.

Chapter One: Monday

When he saw it Eiji didn't really know what he was looking at; but he was curious. The last Hyoutei match, featuring Echizen, had ended on a high note and everyone was making their way back to the park entrance. Shiba-san was going wild taking photos as she usually did. Eiji had tagged behind at the courts, searching for his drink bottle, and consequently saw something he considered frightful.

Just across the tennis courts and hidden behind some trees he could see Atobe. Eiji recognized the uniform, the silver hair, and the blemish just below his eye. He had his head thrown back against the bark of the tree which left his hair in chaotic disarray; and he was panting heavily. Eiji wondered if he had just been for an intense run and was cooling down, but something caught his eye which proved otherwise.

Atobe's body shifted slightly, parting his legs, and Eiji could suddenly see a bob of red hair.

Eiji gasped, stumbled and toppled backwards into a sitting position. His water bottle lay in front of him. He wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what was going on in the bushes. It scared him though for Eiji had never even seen a couple kiss; even in a photo. The fact that is was something so extreme and taking place between two guys also scared him. Being involved in homosexual activities was considered disgraceful by so many people. Eiji had never had a strong opinion about it; but he openly followed the example shown by other people when they talked on the subject. Homosexuality was a joke to them; yet there had always been an imbedded idea of disgust.

The sight before him made Eiji screw up his nose and squint his eyes. It was Atobe. Atobe – the man who stood atop two hundred members of Hyoutei, the Captain whose name was chanted with admiration and worship. He was so worshiped in fact that people would do anything for him. Anything.

Atobe put his hands against the back of Gakuto's head and pushed him deeper into his crotch. Eiji's thigh's stiffened at the erotic scene before him. He couldn't move. He couldn't even breathe. Eventually he felt so winded that his entire head was swimming from a lack of oxygen. He took a few short gasps to get a hold of himself, then quickly got up and dashed away from the courts.

'Oishi! Oishi!' Eiji yelled as he approached his Double's Partner further down the path. He felt as though he'd been staring at Atobe and Gakuto for hours; when in reality it had only been a couple of seconds. It was enough to put him on edge though.

'Oh? Eiji…did you find your drink bottle?' Oishi asked as his Partner approached.

Eiji's body felt weak, and his legs were shaking. He gripped Oishi's arm tightly while also gasping to catch his breathe. At first he thought he had better tell Oishi everything he had seen; but suddenly he couldn't find the right words to begin with. Also, he'd forgotten to pick up his water bottle in the dash to get away quickly.

'N – No…' he replied stiffly, 'I couldn't find it anywhere.'

'That's strange. Perhaps someone picked it up by accident,' Oishi wondered, 'Well we'll just have to get you a new one. There's a convenience store on the way back.'

Eiji nodded; but he wasn't really listening to Oishi at all. His thoughts were still back at the Tennis Courts. It was like an imprint of the scene had been left in front of his eyes and wouldn't go away. Just like when you looked at the sun for too long and bright dots would dance in front of you for a while afterwards. No matter where he looked all Eiji could see was Atobe and Gakuto.

He suddenly realized he was still gripping Oishi's arm. He yelped and let go as though Oishi's skin burned him. What if Oishi got the wrong idea? What if Oishi thought about Eiji the same way Atobe and Gakuto thought about one another? Even though Eiji didn't know the nature of their relationship at all, he had come to assume that Gakuto was the one with stronger feelings for Atobe.

The thought of touching, or being physically close to another guy, scared Eiji at the moment. He thought back through all the time he had spent with Oishi and analyzed every touch they had ever had; pats on the back, helping one another up, play fighting, hugging after winning a game, slinging shoulders around one another and accidental falls. It got worse and worse as Eiji thought about it. What if Oishi got the wrong idea?

A new image came to mind and Eiji tried to push it back. He did not want to think about Oishi doing things to him behind trees. He felt his face begin to burn, and his thighs begin to tighten again.

'Ah… H - Hoi! Ochibi!' he called suddenly; waving at Echizen who walked a little further ahead. 'Good game! Good game!' he cried and then raced over to talk to the small player.

He left Oishi standing confused behind him.

That night Eiji tossed and turned as he tried to get to sleep. He couldn't find any position comfortable and thinking about Atobe, Gakuto and Oishi kept his mind alert. He'd been thinking about it all day. At times he got so stirred up by it that he couldn't look any male in the eye; fearing they might take it the wrong way. He'd been useless playing a light game of Tennis with Oishi in the evening; and had been unable to eat dinner either.

Everyone seemed to notice that something was wrong with him.

There was something wrong with Eiji. He couldn't stop thinking about Atobe. Was Atobe really a homosexual? Eiji wondered what would happen if people found out about it, or even if they already knew. Eiji thought it must have been enjoyable if Atobe and Gakuto were willing to go so far as to do something like that in a public place. He remembered, all too well, Atobe pressing himself deeper into Gakuto's open mouth; his head thrown back with pleasure.

Eiji's thigh's burned again; and he was aware of a strange feeling in his groin. He didn't know what it felt like to be touched there; but it must have felt good. His thoughts suddenly went out of control. He pictured himself up against the tree, head thrown back, hair all over the place. It must have been uncomfortable. Bowed in front of him Oishi gripped his waist with firm hands, pressing his mouth against Eiji's groin. Eiji imagined it to feel warn inside Oishi's mouth, and very soft; so very soft. Oishi then smiled as though he had been waiting for that moment for a long time.

Eiji clenched his fists and rolled over onto his side. He curled up into a fetal position to try and crush the warm sensation and erotic thoughts away. 'It's bad to be gay,' he said to himself softly. His entire body felt stiff and hot. His uncontrollable thoughts were frightening him.

'It's bad to be gay.'

I hope you like the first chapter. Please R&R. This is the first Prince of Tennis Fic I've ever written so some feedback would be appreciated. Please support this Fic. Thank you.