Moments in Time
Title: Speed
Rating: T (for some suggestive themes)
Summary: Ryoma doesn't like to go fast. Fuji helps him get rid of his fear. Well, more like tamper with his memory.
Relationship status: Half a year
Notes: For the awesome shadowsteph, because of her contributions to my ego and self-esteem, not to mention her beautiful and gorgeous artworks for Land of Make Believe.
The wind whipped past Ryoma's face.
His eyes were clenched shut and his arms tightened convulsively around Fuji's waist.
"Okay, I can't take it anymore! Let me off, let me off!"
Fuji slowed the bike down to a decent speed before pulling over into a relatively empty parking lot. "What's wrong, Ryoma?" Fuji asked worriedly. "Are you feeling sick?"
Ryoma dismounted from the bike quickly, swaying as if intoxicated. Right before he was about to fall, Fuji caught him around the shoulders gently.
"I…don't like…bikes," Ryoma gasped out, using Fuji's stolid shoulders as a support. "Too fast."
Fuji was silent for a moment before replying, "I don't exactly recall you as one for jokes."
"And I'm not playing with you right now," Ryoma said, his voice muffled by Fuji's shoulder. "Going fast has never been a pleasure of mine."
Fuji was stunned into silence, to say the least. "Let me get this straight. You don't mind playing a game with one eye bleeding, with exhaustion overwhelming your body. You push your body to perform past what it should. You enjoy challenging others, even after you're dead tired from a day of practice." Fuji's body shook with silent laughter at this point. "But, you can't stand going fast. Is that right?"
Ryoma pushed furiously away from Fuji. "Don't laugh at me! It's a legitimate fear, you know. A lot of people are afraid of going really fast." He smacked Fuji on the shoulder, his golden eyes lit with annoyance.
Ryoma was so like a spitting cat in Fuji's eyes, so adorable as he tried to justify himself. Fuji reached out to Ryoma to pull him closer, wrapping his arms around the trembling shoulders as a hand stroked Ryoma's silky locks. "I'm sorry. It was just a big shock that I acted wrongly. Forgive me?"
"…fine," Ryoma sighed, calming down from the hypnotic effect Fuji's preening had on him.
Fuji stood there with one hand around Ryoma's waist and the other on his hair, soothing him until the small body stopped trembling. "I have an idea," Fuji proposed suddenly.
"What?" Ryoma's voice was content at the moment, his eyes half lidded.
"What if I helped you to get rid of your fear?"
"How are you going to do that?"
"I'll help you forget about it," Fuji said, a smile blossoming on his face.
Ryoma looked up in time to see the wicked look in Fuji's eyes. "H-how?"
Fuji only smiled wickedly as he advanced slowly upon Ryoma.
Ryoma gulped worriedly, backing up slowly until he hit a brick wall. "What are you doing?" he asked his boyfriend, returning a weak smile.
"Well, since I can't get rid of your fear of going fast permanently, I can at least distract you enough so that you forget about it temporarily," Fuji replied innocently. Seeing Ryoma backed against the wall and trapped thrilled him. Placing his arms on either side of Ryoma, he lowered his head until he was mere inches away from Ryoma's own head. "Now, what's the problem with going fast?" His voice was soft, persuasive, alluring.
Ryoma tried to look away, but found himself entranced by Fuji's lidded eyes, the sapphire orbs drawing him in. "Of crashing…and dying as a result of it…of falling off the bike…just to name a few," Ryoma whispered.
"I have flawless skills in riding a bike," Fuji reasoned, moving his head so that his breath ghosted over Ryoma's ear.
"No one's perfect," Ryoma said, though he sounded less sure of himself.
"True. But I would never let anything happen to you," Fuji murmured, his lips moving to Ryoma's sensitive jaw line. "You're precious to me. Are you still worried, then?"
Ryoma shivered, his breaths coming in short bursts. "I…I might fall off the back of the bike," he whispered, his mind almost completely focused on the sensation of Fuji's lips on his skin.
"Well, that's easily solved by just holding on to me," Fuji said. "I don't mind if you squeeze me tightly." He raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Not just on the bike either, if you know what I mean."
Ryoma blushed heavily. "S-Syusuke!" he said, thoroughly embarrassed.
"In all seriousness, though, is there anything else worrying you?" Fuji asked, giving Ryoma a soft kiss on the edge of his lips.
Ryoma moved into Fuji's kiss, trying to get it on his lips. He pouted when Fuji pulled away teasingly.
"I'll give you a real kiss if you get back on the bike," Fuji offered.
Ryoma was torn between his phobia of going fast and the prospect of a kiss with Fuji.
Fuji, sensing the weakness, went in for the kill. "Here, let me help you decide." Pulling Ryoma close to him, he fisted a hand in the dark locks and proceeded to thoroughly explore Ryoma's mouth with his tongue.
Ryoma melted underneath Fuji's ministrations, moaning softly as he threw his arms around Fuji's neck and leaned into the kiss. When Fuji finally pulled away, Ryoma was gasping for breath.
"Are you ready to get back on the bike?" Fuji asked, smugly licking his own lips.
"Yes," Ryoma replied weakly. As the two of them mounted the bike, Ryoma sighed. It wasn't the first time that Fuji had persuaded him to do something simply with a kiss, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last time either.
Still, it was worth it just to get Fuji to kiss him so enthusiastically.
A/N- As I said before, this fic is dedicated to the lovely and generous shadowsteph.
A completely made up fear for Ryoma. Who knows if he's scared of going fast? Well, playing around with it was really fun. I hope it was just as fun to read.
Comments? Criticisms? Questions?
-The Unreal Phantom
