Author's Note: Characters may be out of character. This fanfiction is not related to the anime/manga. This is yaoi, which means male x male. If you don't like, don't read. This is based in the future, so everything is futuristic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

Warning: Rated M for adult content and language.


Chapter Seven: Jealousy

Ryoma was contently eating at the table after coming back from school and work. He had planned to go practice some tennis after he was done eating, but his schedule changed when Fuji called him up and asked him to hang out. He had been hesitant to accept after what happened the day before. He was embarrassed for acting out after seeing Fuji's girlfriend, but then he decided there was no point in avoiding Fuji. He still loved the man and hanging out with him was tempting, especially since he was stuck with his brother. Just thinking about his brother and what he did last night with the love bot had him shaking in annoyance. He glanced over his shoulder and eyed his brother who was lazily lying on the couch and kissing his love bot. He growled and said, "Would you stop sexually harassing my love bot."

Ryoga pulled away from the kiss and grinned at him, "Can't help it. Your love bot is very...compliant. Sakuno sure knew what she was doing. Talking about her, I haven't seen her in ages. Is she still dating that boyfriend of hers...the uh...two year experience in tennis guy?"

"I don't know."

"You should know these things. Hey, you can tell her to dump him and she can date me instead! I'm sure she grew up to be very beautiful."

"And risk you deflowering her and then dumping her? No."

"How rude. I wouldn't do that to her. Sakuno would be one of the girls I would be serious about."

"One? So you'll cheat on her?"

"Hey, I can't give myself to one person only. My love is to be shared by all."

"Sakuno can't share your love with other women. Anyways, I'm going to get ready."

Ryoga gave him a curious look, but he ignored it. He trudged to his room and went in search for something nice to wear. He was rummaging through the second drawer, searching for some jeans when he heard a knock. He glanced over his shoulder and saw his brother leaning against the door with a smirk on his face. He grunted at him and then turned his attention back to looking for clothes. He heard footsteps and then his bed squeak. He stopped himself for a second and then resumed rummaging through his clothes. Then the bed squeaking started. Sighing, he stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at his brother. Ryoga was moving up and down on the bed, making noises on it with a grin plastered on his face. "What do you what?" he asked.

"Are you going to play tennis?" Ryoga asked.

He hesitated for a second. If he told Ryoga the truth, he would started asking questions. Still, he sighed and told him he wasn't. As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted ever telling him the truth. Ryoga was on him in seconds, hands pressed against his forehead and asking if he was running a fever. It took a while for Ryoma to fight off Ryoga's wandering hands. "I'm not sick," he grumbled.

"But you're not going to play tennis...which means something else is up...oh...ooooohhh!" Ryoga beamed a knowing smile at him. "You have a date."

"No I don't," Ryoma muttered.

"Yes you do. That's why you're looking for something nice to wear. Who's the lucky guy? Is he hot? Handsome? Cute? Are you the cat?"

"Cat?"

"The bottom, the uke, the catcher, you know, the one who takes up the a-"

"I don't know!"

"So who is it?"

Ryoma stared, glanced away, and then sighed. "Fuji...Syusuke."

"Huh? You're taking your love bot out on a date?" Ryoga scratched the back of his head with a tilt of his head.

"No." He looked back to his brother. "The real Fuji Syusuke."

Ryoga stared back at him and then laughed, "Don't joke."

"I'm not."

There was slow dawning of realization on Ryoga's face. His eyes bulged and he grabbed Ryoma by the arms. "Don't fucking joke! You're really dating him?"

"I'm not dating him," Ryoma grunted and pried his arms away, "We're just friends."

"But you got the hots for him! That's why you have the love bot that looks exactly like him."

"That was coincidence...I like him, but...nothing will happen."

"Does he know?"

"Know what?"

"That you're gay?"

"I'm assuming he knows I am, considering...well, he saw the love bot."

"Huh?"

Sighing again, Ryoma concede to telling Ryoga the whole story from beginning to end, despite the stab to his pride. Surprisingly, Ryoga didn't interrupt him or say anything afterward. Instead, there was a dark glint in his eyes. Ryoma didn't know what it meant, but he kept his mouth shut and watched as his brother silently walked away after hearing the story. He didn't even tease him. That was something odd. Tossing the worry away, he returned to looking for clothes. Once he picked out his out, which was just a pair of dark blue jeans and a loose black tank top. Around his neck hung a rectangular name tag necklace which he had received from Ryoga in the morning as a belated birthday present. He had finished dressing and was just about to tell the love bot he was going to head out when the door bell rang. He diverted his direction and went straight for the door before an excited Ryoga could open the door and embarrass him. His hands were already turning the knob when Ryoga tackled him from behind, locking his arms around his neck and placing his chin on his shoulder. For a second, Ryoma scowled at his brother, but quickly ignored him and opened the door. The real Fuji was standing outside his door with a small wrapped box in his hands. He was smiling, but ever so slowly, the smile faded when Ryoma caught Fuji's eyes lock onto Ryoga's arm around his neck. There was an air of hostility emitting from him as the tennis professional glanced to Ryoga and stared at him blankly. Ryoma blinked, unsure what that aura meant. Again there was a bubble of hope, but he popped it before it could reach his head and swell him with useless thoughts. "This is Ryoga, my older brother," Ryoma said, "Ryoga...Fuji Syusuke. You should know."

"Yeah I do. I played against him at Wimbledon and I lost," Ryoga said with a pout, "Great experience though."

"You did?" Fuji said, his face lighting up with ease when Ryoma had mentioned Ryoga being a brother.

The little bubble of hope came back and Ryoma had to wonder if maybe, just a tiny bit, if Fuji was jealous. He shook the feeling off and smile a bit. "I saw the match live. Ryoga was crazy that he lost to you," Ryoma said.

"Don't make me look bad!" Ryoga said, "Anyways, come in!"

"It's not your house," Ryoma muttered, "And we're leaving now."

"Stay for a bit," Ryoga ignored Ryoma's comment, "Can't hurt a little to stay for a while and...chat. Ryo-chan, do me a favor and grab my cell phone from the guest room."

"Do it yourself."

"Pretty please?"

Rolling his eyes, Ryoma pried away from Ryoga and walked to the guest room. After a good ten minute search, he finally found the phone underneath the bed. How it got there, he had no idea, but he was also sure it had something to do with last night. Just remembering brought a flush to face. He still couldn't believe he had touched himself in such a way. He would never do that again. Clearing his throat, he calmed himself and went back into the living room. He approached Fuji and Ryoga who were sitting on the couch and felt the air thick with tension. He glanced between the two, noticing they were both smiling politely at each other, but there was hostility between them. He had no idea why. Frowning, he handed the phone to Ryoga. "Let's go, Fuji," he said.

"I want to come along," Ryoga perked in.

He glared at his brother. He didn't want him tagging along, mostly because he wanted to spend time alone with Fuji. But Ryoga was ignoring his glare and smiling straight at Fuji. Again Ryoma could feel a sing of hatred between the two. Could it be that Ryoga was still holding a grudge over his lost at Wimbledon? But a lost is a lost, fair and square. It would be childish of Ryoga if he did hold a grudge against Fuji. Ryoma was about to tell Ryoga not, but Fuji got to it before he did.

"Sure. You can come along," he said, though is voice was tight with displeasure.

Ryoma raised a brow. He had never heard Fuji in that tone before. Before he could have a say, Ryoga ushered them out the door and yelled the to love bot that they were leaving. Fuji took them to a movie and then they had dinner. The whole time, Ryoga talked to Fuji. Ryoma didn't even have a chance to talk to Fuji the whole night. He was disappointed and even jealous that Fuji wasn't paying attention to him. He wanted Fuji to look at him, but every time he was about to, his brother stole Fuji's attention. He glared at Ryoga, promising himself he would do a number of damage on Ryoga when they returned home. He seethed with jealously, but quickly hid them not wanting to ruin the mood. He eventually found himself sitting alone at a table outside of a bar with Ryoga and Fuji inside, drinking away. He couldn't handle alcohol anyway, not like Ryoga. He wouldn't have been much fun for Fuji. Sighing, he propped his chin onto the palm of his hand. He didn't like how tonight was going either. His eyes closed and he waited, feeling the cool breeze nip his skin.

"Echizen?" Fuji's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

His eyes opened and he glanced to the side. Fuji was approaching him slowly, almost cautiously. He watched as Fuji sat down from across him and fiddled with his hands. There was a silence between them, not too cold, but not too warm. And then Fuji gave him an apologetic look, gracing him with a gentle smile afterward. All the jealousy and resentment for that night disappeared. He returned Fuji's smile with of his own.

"We're good, right?" Fuji asked.

"Un," Ryoma replied, "My stupid brother still inside?"

"Yeah. He got distracted by one of the old men in there."

"Good. Maybe we should just leave him."

Fuji laughed at his comment, "As tempting as that sounds, it won't be very nice."

"Hnn..." Ryoma hummed.

"Here."

He glanced down at the wrapped box Fuji slid toward him on the table. It was the same box he had seen the other man holding when he came to the house. He raised his brows, giving Fuji an inquisitive look. He was only told to open it. Curiously, he tugged on the ribbon and carefully peeled off the wrapper. It was a small white box behind the glittering gold wrapping paper. He lifted the lid of the box and stared down at a blue and white wrist sweatband. His eyes widen at the gift. He looked up at Fuji from under thick eyelashes. "This is for me?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah...I saw it and I just thought of you. You're very dedicated to tennis, so I thought it would make a nice gift," Fuji replied.

"There's no occasion for it."

"Consider it a belated birthday gift."

"Thanks."

Ryoma took it out of the box, but Fuji had reached over and taken the wrist sweatband from him. He tipped his head to the side, puzzled when Fuji reached foe his hand. Then it dawned on him that Fuji was putting the sweatband on for him. Ryoma bit his lower lip, eying Fuji's movements as he slipped the wristband onto his wrist. Fuji didn't move his hand away as quickly. Rather he let them linger on Ryoma's hand, massaging the palm of his hands. Unsure what to do or what it all meant, Ryoma let the moment pass. Hands still on his, Fuji asked him about what happened yesterday with his "omiai." Scoffing, he told him what happened and how Ryoga stayed the night at his place, but he excluded the fact about letting Ryoga do as he pleased with the love bot and that he had masturbated imagining it was the two of them in that bedroom instead. Clearing his throat, he flushed at the thought again.

"There yah' guys arre. Don't leab me!" Ryoga drawled, clearly drunk.

Fuji extracted his hands, leaving a tingling feeling in Ryoma's palms. He wanted them back, to touch him again, only not his hands, but elsewhere. He quickly scolded himself for thinking that, wondering when he had become a pervert. He swiftly blamed Ryoga for being loud the night before. It made him think things he shouldn't. When Ryoga tipped on his feet, nearly falling over, both he and Fuji got to their feet and helped Ryoga. They helped him to the car all the while he sang and hiccuped. Lugging him into the backseat, they both got in the front. Fuji drove them home and then helped him again with dragging Ryoga up the stairs to his apartment room. The door was opened by the love bot which Ryoma handed Ryoga off to it to take to bed. The love bot disappeared into the guest room carrying Ryoga, who was now asleep, bridal style. Turning back to Fuji, Ryoma thanked him and said good night. He closed the door and headed to his room. He stopped by the guest room and waited for the love bot to come out. When the android appeared, Ryoma walked up to it and apologized for letting Ryoga do as he pleased with him. The love bot merely smiled it off, stating it was his job. He still felt a little guilty, mostly with the whole wishing it was real Fuji and him, but he pushed it away like any other emotions and went to bed.


A/N: So what is the tension between Ryoga and Fuji? Hehe, that won't ever be revealed...until the sequel. XD No, it's not over yet. I mean I will end the fanfic in...two more chapters and then I will begin the sequel.