Hullo, I'm back with another chapter of Addicted! I'll be having quite rough time at the Uni in the following weeks, so I don't know if I'll be able to update once a week as I did till now, but I'll do my best ^^ Please stay with me till the end~!
TheFeyRa - thank you, it's a great encouragement to know that people appreciate my way of expressing the love I feel for the Thirll Pair :)
Ciel D'or Serendipite - did I ever tell you that your reviwes are the ones I wait for most? No? So now you know ^^ And of course it's not over! I plan two more chapters apart from this one. It would be too simple to just let them be all fluffy and unicorns and rainbows, right? ;) Drama, we need drama! And in this chapter it starts *mwahahah* Okay, sorry 'bout that -.-' And yeah, Ryoma is 12 and Fuji is 15, but who cares, really, they're Thrill Pair, they can be in kindergarten and I'll be all trygthy, because you're born with thrill and it's all about feelings, not sex, either way. But oh god, thrill sex trygtfuyhjuk *.*
Another loooong chapter, Fuji's POV, enjoy!
Shuusuke smiled as he looked at the boy walking on his right. He was amazed. When he thought back to that moment on the court, this was the only emotion he could really name. From the second he saw Ryoma that day, Shuusuke knew something was not right. And then they were holding hands, Ryoma was blushing, his voice was trembling and he was distracted all the time, even though they were playing tennis. Shuusuke thought this very unusual, but knowing how Seigaku's freshman kept all his private matters secret, he doubted there was any chance he'll get an answer if he'd have asked.
So he observed, sometimes with amusement and sometimes with true worry. And with time the worry much outweighed his amusement. He himself was bewildered by these feelings. In a matter of only one day Ryoma became close to him, like a very good friend. But a friend he wasn't. Shuusuke still could hardly grasp the idea that they have just kissed. Eagerly, fervently, heatedly. It was the same passion he saw in Ryoma, when he played tennis.
It felt good, it felt right to have that small body so close to his, to share their warmth, to fill the void inside him with that soaring rush, like the thrill from falling through the clouds without a parachute. Shuusuke smiled. He loved those moments. The mixture between fear and enjoyment made them irresistible. And Ryoma was a personification of his most exquisite drug. He just couldn't say no, when offered such a treat.
Even though his body craved this, his mind had some serious troubles coping with the pace they were advancing with. Two days ago they were just teammates. Maybe there was some playful rivalry, but they were nothing more. Yesterday they started using each other's given names. Without honorifics, they simply switched, like it was the most natural thing to do. It didn't matter that somehow it seemed to be his idea. And frankly, he didn't mind this change at all. He liked the sound of his name on Ryoma's lips, just as much as he liked saying his.
Then today they kissed. When Shuusuke thought back to that moment, and he did it quite a lot in the previous few hours, he could only sigh lightly and smile his beautiful smile. It was an impulse that made him do it, cross over the net and actually kiss Ryoma. It was not in his intention, but when he saw the glances those heated gold eyes were directing at him, he couldn't contain his own emotions. And he gave in.
A small pull on his hand brought him back from his thoughts. Shuusuke looked down at Ryoma, it was so cute how he was that much shorter. The cat-like eyes were watching him carefully.
'Don't get lost on me, Shuusuke,' Ryoma said, smirking at him, which Shuusuke thought so adorable that he couldn't stop from chuckling gently.
'I wouldn't dare,' he answered with a little teasing smirk of his own.
Gold eyes narrowed at him and Shuusuke felt a sudden impulse to kiss Ryoma's lips, now pursed it a tiny pout. His smirk shifted from teasing to predatory in a matter of seconds. A glint of surprise passed through these gold eyes morphing into excitement so fast, he had to wonder if it wasn't the product of his imagination.
The smirk grew sharper, as cerulean eyes opened and Shuusuke stepped closer, towering over Ryoma. Closing the distance between their faces he captured these pouty lips, a shiver of delight running down his spine. This time it was a sweet, chaste kiss, that Shuusuke knew Ryoma enjoyed as well. He felt gentle fingers comb through his hair and smiled into the kiss, prodding the lips open with his tongue. Who knew this snarky freshman could be so caring? He froze when he heard a faint needy moan leave Ryoma's throat. Shuusuke broke the kiss, not moving away in the slightest.
'Do that again,' he demanded, his eyes shining with blue fire as they bore into gold orbs.
Ryoma's eyes widened significantly and his cheeks coloured in a pretty rose-red blush. Shuusuke chuckled smoothly and got swatted in the chest for that, as Ryoma stormed away from him with an angry huff. Another chuckle escaped his lips. He was just so adorable. Under this façade of snarky, cheeky brat was a really cute little boy with reactions that made Shuusuke want to cuddle him and then ravish the hell out of him. Chuckling at his thoughts, he caught up with Ryoma and hugged the smaller boy from behind.
'You are too cute, Ryoma,' he said with his mouth close to the other's ear, making him shiver. 'See, too cute.'
Ryoma snorted and freed himself from the embrace, turning around and looking him in the eye. His gold orbs were narrowed in slight irritation and embarrassment.
'No, I'm not,' he glared heatedly at him and Shuusuke felt like chuckling yet again, but restrained himself. 'I'm hungry,' a mischievous glint flashed through Ryoma's eyes and a small smirk blossomed on his face. 'And you are going to feed me.'
'If you kiss me again, maybe I will,' he answered with a smirk of his own, feeling the thrill of a challenge rise between them.
A sharp tug at his wrist brought his face down and his lips were smashed with Ryoma's a second after. His mind almost purred at the scent of dominance coming from the younger boy. And then he felt a sharp pang of pain when Ryoma bit his lower lip. Shuusuke's cerulean eyes widened at this aggressive assault. It wasn't like Ryoma, but at the same time it was so much like him. The freshman's hand found place at the back of his neck and stayed there even after they broke apart. Gold eyes glared at him with fierce fire burning deep inside them, reflected by the irritation on the surface.
'I'm hungry,' a slight growl entered Ryoma's voice and Shuusuke felt himself shiver in excitement and anticipation. 'Feed me. Now.'
With that said, he was released and soon found himself looking at the freshman's back. He smirked, his smile predatory and evil. 'Fine play,' he thought, as he moved to catch up with the younger boy. He took the smaller hand in his, eyes glinting mischievously when Ryoma's fingers intertwined with his. Shuusuke closed his eyes, still smirking, while his mind was already working on a plan, a devious plan, titled 'The fun ways to feed Echizen Ryoma'.
Shuusuke was laying on his bed, staring into the darkness of his room and thinking back on these past two days. He spent them with Ryoma and he really enjoyed their time together. There was little that could excite Shuusuke these days, he always needed to feel this thrill to know he was truly alive. And when he was with Ryoma, he felt it all the time.
He smiled at the memory of them holding hands and the adorable blush that sporadically appeared on the freshman's face. Shuusuke still felt the tingling on his fingers from the coolness of Ryoma's skin and the contrasting warmth of his lips.
He brought his hand to his own lips, drowning in the feelings burning inside him. He desired Ryoma, to possess him, to claim him, to ravish him and to have this thrill last forever. These last two days only strengthened his craving, but it also made him accept it fully. He no longer felt the need to hide it, since he saw the reflection of the same lust and longing in Ryoma's gold eyes.
A lazy smirk appeared on Shuusuke's lips as he fell back into his memories.
They were sitting under a big tree in the public park, looking at the now empty court before them. They just finished a light rally, which somehow managed to change into a full-blown match and both of them were slightly out of breath.
Shuusuke was sitting with his back supported by the tree trunk and his eyes closed, his breathing finally calming down, though his memory of burning gold eyes still kept his heart beating unnaturally fast. Ryoma, on the other hand, decided that apparently his daily nap time was around the corner and that Shuusuke's lap was a good enough pillow. With a wide yawn he put his head down, making Shuusuke smile gently.
'Don't move,' one gold eye glared at him and he couldn't stop from chuckling.
'Sweet dreams, Ryoma,' he answered, combing his fingers through greenish hair with a small affectionate smile.
A quiet grunt was the only acknowledgement he got. With his eyes shining in amusement, he bent down and placed a light kiss to Ryoma's temple. He was rewarded with a little smile, that relaxed the always collected features. Without taking his hand from the greenish hair, Shuusuke leaned back against the tree trunk and got lost in his own thoughts.
When the sun slowly started to set down, he decided he would have to wake Ryoma up, so that he could properly rest at home. Just then he felt the younger boy stir slightly and a breathless moan leave his lips. Cerulean eyes flashed with interest, as Shuusuke strained his hearing to catch it better.
But then his eyes closed and a dangerous smirk crossed over his features, when a low, needy 'buchou…!' left Ryoma's parted in a gasp lips. Shuusuke's hand moved slowly to his little boyfriend's collar and fisted itself in the material. With a sharp tug, he lifted Ryoma from his lap, waking him up in the process, and smashed their lips together.
Completely ravishing the younger boy, he pulled him on top of his lap, sliding his hands under his shirt. He heard a muffled moan when his nails scraped the delicate skin. Shuusuke felt his possessiveness growl in contentment as Ryoma's arms circled his neck, bringing him closer. He bit down hard on his boyfriend's lip, humming with great satisfaction at the taste of blood and leaned against the tree, smirking evilly. His eyes wandered over the freshman's slightly rosy skin, noticing his hard breathing and eyes glazed with pleasure and lust. Shuusuke felt his smirk widen.
'Wh-' Ryoma gasped, supporting himself with a hand on Shuusuke's chest. 'Wha-What was that?'
'Saa…' Shuusuke licked his lips teasingly. 'What were you dreaming about?'
Cerulean eyes opened and pierced through the gold orbs to the depths of Ryoma's soul. Shuusuke felt the small body shiver under his gaze and a pang of guilt passed though his heart at the thought that Ryoma feared him. But when he didn't notice even the slightest indication of it in his eyes, he let himself relax. The only thing he found was confusion, as the gold dimmed to hazel in an effort to remember.
'I was playing with buchou,' Ryoma answered his question, furrowing his brow in thought. 'And I was winning. Why did you wake me up?' he glared at Shuusuke.
'Hmm…' he hummed in return. 'Well, I was a bit put off, since you started moaning his name…' he paused suggestively.
'I- wh- n- I did WHAT?!' it was the first time he saw Ryoma stuttering and raising his voice at the same time. 'Why…'
'Yes, I am very interested in that as well,' dangerous cerulean eyes narrowed. 'Buchou…' he moaned breathlessly, mimicking the sound he heard from Ryoma.
Shuusuke raised an eyebrow at the growl that left his boyfriend's throat at that. A hand fisted itself in his hair and yanked him nose to nose with angry cat-like eyes, narrowed into slits. He raised his own hand, placing it at the back of Ryoma's neck, teasingly moving his fingers lightly across the sensitive skin.
'Don't do that ever again,' the freshman growled out, glaring at him with anger radiating from him. 'The only name you can say like that is mine.'
Ryoma leaned in to kiss him, but Shuusuke's hand stopped him. A flash of confusion and worry passed through the gold orbs. Sighing slightly at that, Shuusuke closed his eyes. He leaned back against the tree, pulling Ryoma to his chest. How was it even possible that in one second he wanted to claim him and make everyone back off, and in the other he only wanted to cuddle him and lay the world at his feet? Combing his fingers through greenish hair, he sighed again.
'I won't, if you won't,' he said softly, pulling the freshman closer. 'You're mine.'
He felt Ryoma stir in his arms and loosened his hold on the boy, who looked up at him with a smirk gracing his features. His eyes were shining brightly in happiness and victory. Shuusuke chuckled at the thought that his little imp orchestrated the whole thing. Ryoma's warm hand cupped his cheek gently.
'There never was anyone else, Shuusuke,' his small, genuine smile made Shuusuke's breath catch in his throat. He never knew that this snarky personification of cockiness could master such an expression. 'And there never will be. I'm yours.'
And then they kissed, slowly, lovingly, without passion, but with belonging. They belong to each other and the whispered I'm yours resonated through Shuusuke's mind even now, as he stared into the darkness of his room. A real, happy smile appeared on his lips as he turned around to finally go to sleep. Ryoma's face was the only thing he could think of before he fell asleep, still wearing one of his rare true smiles.
'He's not…' he stopped at a loss of words. What were they talking about?
He was standing a bit to the side, while everyone else was demanding answers from Ryuuzaki-sensei. Truth be told, he wanted to rush out of there and go with Momo. He just couldn't believe that Ryoma would bail on the finals. It wasn't like him, tennis was his whole life.
And then there was this gut-wrenching feeling he had since he woke up this morning. Shuusuke felt his heart clench painfully in his chest. He hoped nothing bad happened, but his mind whispered all the dangerous scenarios that could have happened.
The match Tezuka played with Sanada flashed before his eyes in a blur of Tezuka Phantom and Sanada's Rai. Even though he should be more concerned with the sacrifice Tezuka was making for the team yet again, all he could think of was Ryoma's face and his gentle smile. The soft I'm yours again vibrated through his mind. Shuusuke's whole body went numb, as he repeated his boyfriend's name in his heart, praying to whichever god was listening for Ryoma's safety.
The match with Sanada finally came to an end and to stop himself from being completely swallowed by worry, Shuusuke jumped over the fence to help Tezuka up. Closing of his mind, he focused on Tezuka and his arm. It didn't look good, but after icing it the swelling should fade, leaving his arm undamaged.
Sighing quietly at Tezuka's recklessness, Shuusuke looked up and his cerulean eyes opened, widening in recognition. There, between Momo and Eiji, stood Ryoma. His little Ryoma. He seemed fine, Shuusuke didn't notice any bandages or bruises that would indicate something bad happened.
Before he could stop himself, a soft 'Ryoma…' left his lips. His body moved on its own, leaving Tezuka on the bench. In an instant he was near other regulars. Gold orbs that always challenged him and awoke the thrill deep within his heart gazed at him and Shuusuke froze solid, his breath catching in his mouth.
Because Ryoma's eyes were empty. It was as if there never was any arrogance in them from the beginning. And the smile that lighted his face was a real innocent smile, not his usual cocky smirk. Shuusuke looked at him in shock and confusion. This was Ryoma? His insides clenched uncomfortably. What happened to make him change so much? He took a step closer, still holding the gaze of these empty eyes.
'Ryoma…' Shuusuke had troubles swallowing, when he thought of all the things that could leave his boyfriend in this state.
'Do I know you?' Ryoma's voice reached his ears, innocent, questioning, confused.
Shuusuke felt as if he was falling deep into the pits of his aching heart.
Okay, so, drama starts in 3, 2, 1... Go! And wow, I'm so happy so many people read my work and like it and rtdytfug I just love you guys~~
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