The Bad Touch Chapter 7: Bath Time, a prince of tennis fanfic

The Bad Touch Ch. 7

By MasterAkira

Warnings: Yaoi, not for young children (or anyone really), language (maybe), strong sexual themes and other stuff of that ilk. Angst. Lemons.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis and I am not making any money off of this. Kinda wish I was… If I owned PoT there'd be much less tennis and more episodes with Kaidoh playing with Karupin (doesn't it make your heart melt?)

Author's Note: I just got the complete PoT animeon DVD and the live-action movie! I'm so excited, and so I've been ignoring typing. Sorry. I'm almost done with school and endless testing! Atobe makes me happy.

"Nya, Fujiko, why are you so tense?" His brow was furrowed in concentration. Finally the brunette gave out a long sigh and his head fell forward.

"Ah, Eiji-kun, that feels so good." His voice was like melting honey and Tezuka involuntarily leaned towards him, his mouth hanging slightly open.

"Nya, I'm glad." The high voice had turned husky and his hands slid from muscled shoulders down to rub circles on a toned chest. His fingers tweaked pert nipples and Fuji moved to rest his head on a damp shoulder. Eiji's mouth attacked the newly exposed neck with his full lips and sharp teeth.

"Shusuke." Tezuka moved silently in the water to perch next to the two embracing boys, his hand under the water coming to rest on Fuji's bare thigh. They all knew each other, towels were not needed. Eiji looked at his captain, his hands traveling ever lower slowly. Brown eyes were riveted.

"Eiji, Fuji-kun, what are you doing?" Atobe moved closer as well, on the opposite side of the couple from Tezuka.

"Relaxing. Isn't that what you want?" Fuji's voice was submissive but not timid and he kept his eyes shut as he was held from behind.

The plane ride to his private Inn on a more mountainous obscure Japanese island was tense. He wasn't worried. They owned the whole island, once there they would be able to have a bit more space.

"Kya, Ato, I've been looking forward to this all week! I'm so excited! Nya, and Fujiko and Tezuka-buchou could even come!" Eiji giggled, sitting on the floor of his boyfriend's private jet, limbs entangled with his best friend's as they played mile-high twister. Atobe sat on one side of the plane's main area, Tezuka across the isle from him. They were both pretending to watch the two lithe bodies twisting around each other between them, but neither was. Both captains were trying to tell the other to stay away from their property. Though it wasn't really working. Tezuka just looked blankly hostile and Atobe had no hope of telling Eiji to stay away from something as tempting as Seigaku's most prestigious couple.

"Eiji-kun, it was nothing. Ore-sama's father was pleased to hear the Inn would be in use." The aristocrat's features turned up in a sly smile and he winked at barely opened blue eyes. The eyes were ones one could end up selling their own soul to see in the heat of passion- any fervor, love, hate- those eyes were magnetizing. "Ore-sama is pleased Kunimitsu and Fuji-kun could come as well."

Tezuka coughed. He didn't want to be there, but his lover had threatened him if he refused the invitation. Fuji really wanted to see what would unfold. "Yes, thank you again Keigo. This is a very…relaxing way to spend our long weekend." He'd rather be training, but knew it was best not to mention that.

"Nya, Fujiko, that's not fair!" On the floor Fuji had needed one more red circle and had pushed Eiji so his contorted body fell to the side and allowed him to put his left foot on that small round dot. Eiji had fallen on his bum and as he rested, spread out; next to the plastic mat he whimpered and rubbed the damaged area.

"All's fair in Twister." His trademark smile was flashed to his best friend as he stood up and stretched, his hands reaching as far abovehim as they could go. Three sets of eyes fixed themselves on the sliver of creamy skin exposed by the action. Fuji knew this and held the pose far longer than necessary. A cough from the taller buchou broke the moment and Fuji slinked back to his lover, curling up in his lap.

"How charming." Atobe's haughty drawl went unheard as his own lover placed a soft head on one of his knees. He was about to say something as the pilot came on and told them they were approaching their destination and politely asked them to go back to their seats and buckle up. Conversation stopped as they landed and stayed that way until they were happily situated in the large sleeping room of the inn.

"Nya, Ato, this is so nice! I stayed with my family at an inn like this before, but this is so much nicer!" Eiji was giddy as he pranced around the edge of the room, ending up hugging Atobe from behind.

"Ore-sama is glad, but this is nothing. Wait until you see the bath house." The diva was pleased with himself. He had chosen to house them in the much smaller Inn than the large manor on the other side of the island to keep them close and exert a tiny bit of control over what his guest could do. This was going to be a weekend of relaxing as a group, not as couples.

They unpacked their overnight bags and ate in a small tea room, kneeling next to a low table as simple light fare was served to them by the Inn's hostess. The tea was high quality, as was the food and they all ate their share. After eating they retired to their room and Atobe suggested taking a relaxing soak before turning in for the night.

Eiji had showered before for climbing into the large naturally formed bath. He was the last to get in and almost immediately the steam from the very warm water turned his face, neck, and chest a bright red. Atobe was reminded of equally relaxing things by the flush. "Nya, this is sooo nice!" He sat on a ledge in the small pool, barely four feet wide, in between Atobe and Fuji. He let himself sink into the water, resurfacing with rivulets of water running down his pointed face. "Ne, Fuji?"

The tensai was flushed himself, and his bright blue eyes were taking in the scene. "Hai, I love bath houses." His smile was discerning to Tezuka and Eiji, but Atobe just thought it sexy—he had no idea what a look like that promised. "Eiji-kun, would you mind rubbing my back? I think I landed wrong during one of the rounds of Twister." The redheaded nodded and moved so that he was behind his friend; small, strong hands began working out the kinks of a long day.

"Nya, Fujiko, why are you so tense?" His brow was furrowed in concentration. Finally the brunette gave out a long sigh and his head fell forward.

"Ah, Eiji-kun, that feels so good." His voice was like melting honey and Tezuka involuntarily leaned towards him, his mouth hanging slightly open.

"Eiji, Fuji-kun, what are you doing?" Atobe moved closer as well, on the opposite side of the couple from Tezuka.

"Relaxing. Isn't that what you want?" Fuji's voice was submissive but not timid and he kept his eyes shut as he was held from behind.

"Ah, then continue." Atobe tangled his fingers in dripping, shaggy scarlet hair. "Ore-sama can help as well."

"And me." Tezuka's flush was deepened by a blush that stained his cheeks. He moved his hand from the strong thigh to Fuji's erection. His fingers only ghosted over it in the water and Fuji bucked up to try and feel something more. Eiji let out a laugh and slipped one hand under the water and Fuji moaned and pushed the others away.

He breathily turned to face Eiji and straddled the thin lap. "Eiji-kun, just you right now. They can join in later."

"Hoi." The redhead pushed Fuji's face towards his own and captured slight lips in a kiss.

Tezuka groaned at the sight and the slight disappointment at being left out. His sound turned into a moan as Atobe's manicured hand slipped up his back to pull the befuddled captain to him. "Ore-sama will not accept being left out. Kunimitsu, you may pleasure ore-sama."

Tezuka thought for a second about his friend's round-about way of asking for things and laughed at Atobe's smirk. "Whatever Ore-sama wishes." He kissed the captain, pushing him up against the back of the natural shelf and settled between his open legs. Pants and moans filled the small bath room until Fuji screamed with the first orgasm of the night. Eiji followed, and the two slighter players slumped in the pool.

"Kunimitsu-" Atobe's smirk had vanished and he was clinging to Tezuka as three fingers pumped in and out of his body.

"Keigo, I want to-" the brunette's eyes fluttered closed. Atobe was tight, like a virgin. He really did not play uke very often.

"Do it." Atobe was resisting the urge to clench his teeth. "Please, do it." Who knew Tezuka would be such a tease?

Eiji and Fuji both sat in wonder as they watched Tezuka line himself up and push into the willing Atobe, grimacing at the friction of the rough water-eased entry. "Ahhhh, Mitsu, that's so hot."

"Hoi. Ato…" The two didn't know what to say, Tezuka took a deep breath and started slowly working his way out and then back into the eager body. Atobe arched into the motion and Tezuka speed up. They didn't exchange words as the approached their climax together, breathing and moving faster and faster. They came with similar screams and Fuji and Eiji rushed over and held onto the two recovering from post-orgasmic bliss. Eiji licked at the shell of Atobe's ear. "Ato, that was so hot. You and buchou, and next, please with me and Fujiko too. Please." Atobe just nodded and Fuji grinned over at him.

"Once we are on the futons in the bedroom you can have anything you wish." Atobepulled his lover close and kissed him with all the skill he possessed. He scooped the redhead in his arms as soon as he had the strength to do so and stepped out of the bath with water streaming down his body. That was how he walked to the bedroom, no attention paid to the two others scrambling to follow him. Eiji was set down on his feet only to be hastily dried off by methodical hands before being pushed onto his back on one of the newly laid futons. The maids had been by while the boys had been in the water.

"No fair Atobe-san." Fuji watched Eiji's treatment as he toweled his own pale body, dropping his towel so he could push the second futon alongside of the first, and joined in, sliding damp fingers across Atobe's back.

Atobe reverted back to his egotistical self for a moment. "Ore-sama does not need to be fair." He was kneeling over Eiji, between his long legs, his mouth busy drawing needy sound from bruised lips. The redhead was shaking, but managed to get his fingers buried in poorly dried auburn hair.

Tezuka tried to stay out of it all. He failed. He couldn't resist the sight of the Hyoutei captain on his knees pleasing one of his players and his own tensai petting the former. He took up a spot next to Eiji, across from Fuji. He didn't move to touch any of the others and sat watching long fingered hands roam smooth skin. His lack of action was noticed and all three of the smaller teens begged him to join in.

"Buchou!"

"Mitsu!"

"Kunimitsu."

Try as he might, he couldn't find what to do. He longed to stroke Fuji's creamy back or run his fingers through Atobe's sweat mussed perfect hair or even to crush his mouth against Eiji's willingly parted lips. "I, I want to watch." His voice cracked with effort to retrain himself.

"Mitsu, please." Fuji's eyes were at a lusty half-mast as he draped his svelte body along their host's back. As turned on by voyeurism as he was, Fuji loved the knowledge that Tezuka was just enjoying watching them, but his participating would make it even better.

Eiji slithered out of his position under Atobe and he crawled up to his captain, pressing full lips to thinner ones. Atobewatched, moaning and throwing his head back as Fuji suckled at the back of his collar boneand twisted sensitive nipples at the same time. "Buchou," words whispered as they pulled apart the barest of spaces, "I want you to take me. Please." A growl rose in his throat. The brunette could barely contain himself whenever his team's redhead said his title like that. It was no longer a word he associated with years of hard work, rather a sexual plea for all his (dare he say it?) prowess.

"Kikumaru-kun." Eiji nipped his jaw harshly. "Eiji-kun." The redhead nuzzled his neck. "Whatever you want." Two fingers were offered to him and he took them in his mouth, soaking them with as much saliva as he could muster. The fingers were removed and they kissed as Eiji prepared himself.

Fuji and Atobewatched the erotic scene as the redhead rubbed against the tall brunette. The tensai was covering Atobe with his front, kissing bare skin and rubbing what he couldn't see. Atobe would arch into his caresses and groaned at every contact. "Fuji-kun, do something more or I will have to."

"It's Shusuke Keigo." Fuji was grinning as he licked up a bead of sweat rolling down the broad back in front of him.

"Say it again." Atobe bucked back against the erection that was nestled between his ass cheeks. "Now do something."

"Hai Keigo. Keigo." Fuji thrust in with no warning, the hole he filled already stretched and moist from Atobe's earlier tryst with Tezuka. Both moaned at the feeling.

Atobe was breathless as Fuji began to move. "Next time, I top." Fuji smiled. He knew he wouldn't last long and didn't waste any time speaking.

Eiji impaled himself on Tezuka's raging arousal and rocked his hips, trying to find the spot that would make him see stars. "Eiji, you're-"

"Nya, Buchou, shut up." Eiji lifted his hips and slammed down, large hands flying to his waist. Tezuka helped him repeat the motion. They set up a steady rhythm, pants increasing until Eiji could take it no more. "Faster buchou, please." Tezuka snapped his hips to meet Eiji's downward momentum and his control broke, filling Eijiand triggering the redhead's release. They could hear Fuji's and Atobe's as they also reached rapture. The weekend had only just started, and in what a nice way too.

The four slept in the next morning, the sun high already in its path across the sky when they roused. They dinned spartanly and played a few rounds of tennis before taking a picnic for an early supper at one of the highest points of the island. They could see only the sea in all directions. Tezukawas pleased, it wasn't mountain climbing, but parts of the hike had been along a rough and treacherous path. They ate before the sun set so they could descend back to the bath house in the dying light of dusk, not in the dark. They had another round of hot tea before climbing into the hot water in one of the larger baths.

"Nya, I feel sore Ato." Eiji slunk in the water, letting sore muscles relax. Tezuka and Fuji made sounds of agreement. "I don't know why, but I feel so tired."

"Ore-sama as well." Atobe pulled Eiji close to him, cradling the teen in his arms. He nuzzled wet hair. "Let's take a nap and then we can-" Atobe nipped clean skin. Eiji moaned and nodded.

"Hoi, sleep first and then sex."

"I agree with Eiji-kun." Fuji's eyes were closed and his smile had melted away into a contented smirk. They soaked to a state of delight and retired to their room to lie in a damp pile of entangled bodies, like a pile of overly-friendly puppies. Sleep came easily.

Tezuka was the first to wake up. He kept still; his vision was hazy and he could feel the press of Eiji and Atobe's warm bodies on either side of him. Atobe was next and his eyes opened to Tezuka's warm brown ones. "Kunimitsu?" His voice was barely a whisper, and neither of the other two crushed to Tezuka's back stirred.

"Hai Keigo?" Tezuka smiled. He felt so relaxed that his normally cold persona had thawed. He could only see a blurred face, his glasses gone before they had fallen asleep.

"I want Shusuke." He didn't try for tack, his friend wouldn't appreciate it. He knew what he wanted. "Just for tonight. Eiji is…" he couldn't bring himself to finish the statement. Tezuka understood.

"Ask him yourself. I am far from his keeper." Tezukalet his head fall forward and rest in the crook of Atobe's neck. He placed a chaste kiss on the perfect skin and dragged his tongue across the slightly salty expanse. The honeyed brunette chuckled and that sound woke the other sleepers.

"Mitsu? Are you the conspiring chuckler?" The sleep laden voice sounded amused and they could all hear Eiji's yawn.

"Be nice Fujiko." He laughed to himself. "Sex now Ato?"

"Hai, if you wish." Eiji was the fist to stand, struggling to escape Fuji's arms around his waist and the press of Tezuka's back. "Where are you going?"

"I haveto brush my teeth. And I'm not going to kiss anyone with icky breath." Eiji wrinkled his noseat the thought. Fuji stood and followed, motioning for the captains to do the same. When they all had fresh breath and did every thing else needed the four sat on the pile of bedclothes in the middle of the bedroom. Eiji was in his boyfriend's lap, tasting every inch of his mint flavored mouth. Fuji was next to him watching, riveted, and Tezuka was trying to quell his rising blush. Dark blue-grey lusty eyes held his gaze and he knew the other captain wanted to ask his questions. The kiss broke with a wet sound and the reserved teen nodded.

"Fuji-kun, Shusuke-kun, Ore, no, I would like to take you." Atobewas solemn and his face gave nothing away. Eiji giggled, burying his face in the crook of a long neck.

"Okay Keigo. If that's what you want." Fuji's smile widened and he motioned for Eiji to move aside. His body swayed gracefully towards the vacated lap. "I sure wouldn't mind." His voice rang clear and heavily intoned.

"Hai." Atobe really did want it. Fuji was sex on legs, a temptress, an incubus.

"Excellent. I was hoping you'd ask." Fuji straddled toned legs and an impressive erection in Atobe's lap. He ground down, whimpering at the sensation.

"Ato, Fujiko, so hot!" Eiji groaned screwing his eyes shut. It was almost too much to take. He moved closer to his captain, leaning against the broad chest. Tezuka wrapped his arms around the lithe teen, and pulled him tightly to him.

"Eiji-kun, kiss me." Tezuka had to quash the flairs of jealousy that Atobe invoked. Fuji with Eiji was one thing, they were friends before Tezuka was with the tensai, but Atobe was a force of nature and when he wanted something he got it. Tezuka knew he had nothing to worry about but the pompous teen was what he would have placed Fuji with. Kissing the minx he was left with would deter all thoughts with pleasure.

Eiji did as he was told; his curving lips covering Tezuka's tenseones. A pink tongue swiped along the crease, prompting a groan and the opening of Tezuka's wide mouth. The kiss was fiery and Tezuka found it easy to lose himself in the sinful talent of the redhead's tongue. "Buchou, you kiss so good." Eiji rubbed his naked body along one under him, and he pushed Tezukauntil the taller was on his back. He left the panting mouth to trail his mouth wetly along a graceful neck and nibbled on a pronounced collarbone. His sharp teeth drew blood towards the surface, sensuously marking his captain, but not tasting the metallic liquid on his tongue.

"Please, oh Kami, oh Eiji!" Senseless words tumbled from Tezuka as Eijicontinued his ministrations and they escalated when teeth and fingers worried at his sensitive nipples. When both nubs were red and peaked he moved southward, leaving more wet open-mouthed kisses and pausing to thrust his tongue into Tezuka's belly button. Toned abs clenched at the feeling, jumping under the moist strokes. Finally Eijiengulfed Tezuka's throbbing member and above him a scream was ripped from a tensed throat. Eiji laughed around him and Tezuka thought he might die. The vibrations brought him to an embarrassingly quick completion and even as his seed poured down the willing throat; Eiji continued to suck until he was altogether spent, wracking his body with even more sensations.

Eijicrawled back up the prone body to kiss Tezuka tenderly and rested his whole body length against the form underneath him. His hoarse voice whispered huskily in the shell of Tezuka's ear. "Kunimitsu-buchou, I'm going to wait until you're hard again and then I'm going to ride you until you black out, ne?"

Tezuka groaned and nodded. He would let Eiji do anything to him at that moment. Eiji was smiling at him like a cat would to a bowl cream and he felt his skin ripple with goose bumps. He was in too deep and he wouldn't change it for the world.

While his boyfriend was brought to the brink and tumbled past the peak of pleasure, only to find himself back where he started, Fuji was too busy rocking against Atobe to notice. The tensai was absorbed in the feel of hands softly running over every inch of his skin, drawing gasps and sounds from his throat that he didn't want to admit he was making. Atobe was captivated with the lissome creature and his excited reactions. "Keigo, as nice as this is, please," his voice almost broke with the effort, long fingers tangled in shaggy hair, "do some thing. Anything; just more."

Blue eyes opened in a hazy effort to focus on an angled face, and lips across from him were moistened in an effort to gain just a little more control. "Shusuke, what do you want me to do? Ore-sama will do what you please." Atobe's smirk was back, Fuji had started panting as he talked the words almost too much for him.

"Fuck me, Keigo. Now." Fuji bent forward and bit as hard as he could into the captain's neck, drawing blood and a heady gasp. Atobe didn't say anything, just reached around the brunette and lined himself up with a tight, hidden hole. Fuji moaned around the skin in his teeth, pushing down against the hands that held his hips where they were. Atobe let out a strained, pleasured chuckle as he lowered Fuji slowly. He met scarce resistance, sliding in like he belonged there. "Ah, Keigo, so good."

"So fucking tight." Atobe groaned as he lifted slim hips and quickly brought them back down. Gravity was his new best friend, for the moment. His repeated the motion, the teen above him letting out the sexiest of moans. The tight channel constricted around him and a hard erection rubbed against his flat stomach. Atobe was in paradise and it only got better when Fuji moved himself, as quickly as he could, up and down, rocking slightly. Still it wasn't enough.

"More!" Fuji arched his back and pulled Atobe forward, sending him on his back. He looked up and Atobehad closed his eyes, breathing heavily. That was when hips snapped forward, driving in deeper than before. Fuji screamed the diva's given name and turned his head to exposehis neck to the kisses that came to cover it. Each movement of the burning erection inside him drove him higher and his eyes became unfocused. He could barely see his best friend rocking on top of Tezuka next to him. It was probably a good thing, the sight only made holding back harder.

Eiji had moved against Tezuka until the later regained his ardor, tasting ever inch of bare skin with his cat-like tongue, searching for the spots that made his captain moan. "Kunimitsu-buchou, I'm gonna ride you now, hoi?" The redhead smirked as the teen under him bit his lip and nodded. Tezuka could barely handle the nips and kisses from Eiji, any more sensations threatened to drive him over the edge. Eiji took two of his fingers and pressed them to Tezuka's mouth, waiting for them to be taken in and covered in saliva. Tezuka did as expected and Eiji reached around to prepare himself. He sat up when he was ready; rushing to get situated over Tezuka and slowly impaled himself. "Ahh, Buchou, so good…" Eiji started moving when he felt ready, up and down. Tezuka had closed his eyes and placed one hand on a sweaty hip.

Tezuka struggled to sit up, forcing himself deeper into the svelte redhead. "Fuck Eiji, I didn't know you were like this." His language decayed as he got hornier, Fuji would attest to the fact, and he found it very hot. He took a tender earlobe into his mouth and sucked—hard—as he pushed up into the heat of Eiji. Everything just felt so good. His senses were being besieged. Next to them he could hear Fuji and Atobe, but he couldn't tear his eyes from Eiji's face to glance at them, the room smelled of sexy, and his mouth was filled with the remains of kisses and sweat from Eiji. "Soon." The whole word was a breath, he moved faster and Eijiarched as close as he could. His smaller hand snaked between their bodies to push him over the edge as he was filled. A cry from their lovers proved a similar climax and the room fell silent as they all tried to recover from that place of pure ecstasy.

"Ato." Eiji rolled to his knees first, crawling next to his boyfriend on the futon. Soon Fuji and Tezuka joined them and they quickly fell asleep.

Morning came and Eijiwoke up to a sticky, itchy feeling between his legs and on his chest. He realized they had never cleaned up the night before. Not that he minded. He rather liked the feeling; it made him remember the amazing sensations and he moaned as he felt his morning erection twitch. Above his head Atobechuckled. "Why don't we go wash you off? The plane leaves in a few hours and it'd be such a waste of time to not be in the water." Eiji didn't have to say anything; he just giggled and followed the brunette to the waiting baths. He might as well have a bit of fun before going home. They had earned it after all.

When they returned to school the next day Eiji's gait carefully hid a pronounced limp. In the baths Tezuka had finally been allowed to just watch, Fuji had fucked the redhead at a beautiful pace set by Atobe, from behind the tensai. They had been so tired when they started home Atobe was able to extract from Tezuka a promise to make the trip to the baths a bi-team activity in the future. Atobe wondered if he could hold his friend to his word.

"Come to Hyoutei." The steel voice left no doubt of an order, although it hid behind the façade of a softly spoken request. He couldn't stand another year of only seeing the redhead every once in a while. They only had two years of High School left.

"I-I-I, Ato, I can't! You know that! Nya, I can't leave Seigaku! Think about Oishi, and Fujiko, and Buchou! Ato-" A pained quiet voice was on the verge of tears. "I love you Ato, but I just can't. My team needs me." Tear leaked from the corners of pointed blue eyes and the delicate chest hitched.

Atobe's voice was low and pained. "I need you. I need you to be with me. It's High School. We barely se each other."

"We can still see each other after practice and on ours days off." Eiji sounded broken, the hardest choice in his young life placed before him. His team or his love?

"Ore-sama does not know if that will be acceptable. Good bye Eiji-kun." Atobe froze up, his demeanor icing over, his tone emotionless. It was all he could do to not cry. Apparently he did not come first in the redhead's world.

"Ato-" Eiji wiped at his teared and nodded, turning his back to the affluent brunette. He scuffled his feet in a lethargic manor as he started out on his sad trek from the ice cream shop to his home a few blocks away.

End Note: The end of the Bad Touch? We may see. But they start (second years…) High School! (What fresh hell is this!?) This chapter was (too?) long and most of it was about sex. What the hell, I was going to have a plot, but that's too much work. This was more fun than studying for finals. Eiji needs a new seme, suggestions? I liked Saeki by the way…

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