Devils' Own

Echizen Ryoma x Fuji Syuusuke x Yukimura Seichii

Ebonlas

A/N: Ahem. All credit for the characters in the following story are to be placed at the respective owners' feet. Thank you Konomi Takeshi-san for creating the original PoT characters. We love them very much.

Also, it has come to my attention that some of you are wondering who it is that Ryoga loves.

It would be very interesting for me to see who you think it is.

So, who dares to make a guess?


Chapter 7 Punishable by Orgasm

Ryoma stood at the front of the bus with Kaidou and Fuji flanking him. The twelve faces staring back at them were familiar and unsurprising. All the boys he expected to win the tournament, won. And so, as promised, all eight regulars, two bench warmers, and two first years, were packed on the bus and shipped off to a secluded mountain resort. To be tenderized and eaten. Ryoma chuckled at his thoughts. The description was close enough to what he had in mind for the lucky boys. The next four days were going to be rough and strenuous. He wanted to push them to their limits, and then take them beyond them. Here, outside of the urban ruckus, he could spend time with the regulars without distraction or interruption.

That plan however was tossed out the side of the bus and run over a few times. At least the part about being sans distraction.

For lo and behold, in front of the tennis establishment was parked a bus similar to theirs but the people stepping out of it were clad in yellow.

"Well, this is rather unexpected," Ryoma said wryly.

"Indeed," Fuji agreed darkly.

Kaidou stepped back from the two minutely and asked in as neutral a tone as he could. "What are we going to do now?"

Ryoma stepped off the bus and called over his shoulder. "We follow as planned. We made reservations after all."

Fuji followed after him and Kaidou turned to speak to the students.

Ryoma and Fuji stood together, watching the other team unload their bags. "This is rather interesting. Kiyoshi said that we were going to be the only guests here this weekend."

Fuji said nothing. He didn't want to say the thoughts racing through his mind. A: It was a coincident, and he scoffed at that idea. B: Someone tipped them off. C:Yukimura truly is stalking Ryoma. And finally the killer, D: Ryoma told Yukimura and they planned to be here together. The last thought lanced through his heart and infuriated him. He wanted to punish Ryoma even though he didn't know if it was true. And so he settled on saying nothing lest he lashed out foolishly.

Thankfully, Ryoma didn't know that he as within inches of being publicly humiliated. "Can you help Kaidou-senpai out here, Fuji? I'm going to go inside first and talk to Kiyoshi."

Fuji smiled. "Sure thing, Ryo-chan," he said sweetly.

Ryoma looked at him cautiously. "Arigatou, Shoe-chan," he said before turning away. Fuji was getting scary again. It would be best to keep a little distance between them until the other man wound down. He could wonder about what set him off, but he was sure it was about a certain Rikkaidai coach arriving unexpectedly.

And that was something he needed to clear with Kiyoshi. He stepped into the heated building and nearly walked into a voluptuous woman. She was just as surprised as him. "Oh! Gomenasai," she mumbled distractedly. And then she noticed who it was she ran into. "Ryoma!"

Ryoma laughed and switched to English effortlessly. "Alyssa, still the daydreamer, eh?"

She squealed and pulled him in for a tight hug. "You know it. It's been so long."

He held her close to him, tucking her under his arm. "Indeed it has. Has Kiyoshi been treating you well? I'll drown him in tennis balls if he hasn't."

She laughed and hugged him tighter. "I know mom named you godfather but you don't have to go that far. And Kiyoshi has been wonderful. If he loved me any more I'd be drowning in hearts and roses."

Ryoma kissed her forehead. "I hear you complaining, but I see that giant smile on your face. You don't mind one bit."

Alyssa laughed. "Not at all," she agreed.

"Speaking of him, where is that husband of yours?"

Her face pulled into a cute little frown. "He's going to handle the other team that just pulled up before you did. I'm in charge of you and your team."

Ryoma walked them closer to the Seigaku bus. "You have to tell me what happened. You said we were going to be the only ones here."

"That's what we intended but then a Shiba lady with Pro-Tennis called and harassed us until we gave in."

"I see," was all he could say.

She stopped in her tracks and tugged on his arm. "I'm really sorry, Ryoma. I honestly did want it to be just us and your team. It would have been nice to see you in action again."

He patted her blonde head and eased them forward again. "Don't worry too much about it. With the way things are unfolding, things might get a little more exciting than anticipated."

"What do you mean?"

Ryoma smirked. "I'm going to be personally training these brats."

Alyssa chuckled darkly. "Oh, lucky little boys."

"And I know the coach of the other team. And lets just say there's a load of tension between his team and mine."

Her green eyes shone with excitement when they gazed up at him. "This is going to be so much fun!"

"You're just as sadistic as your mother, may she rest in peace. And just as sadistic as the men hunting me down," he muttered under his breath.

"You're being chased again? What happened to Kevin? He used to protect you from your fans."

Ryoma cleared his throat. "Kevin and I aren't together anymore. And lets just say there's more than one reason these two teams are at war."

She gripped his arm tight and pivoted, walking backwards to keep his face in sight. "Tell me more! What's happening?"

Ryoma made a face and turned her around. "With the way they've been acting, you'd have to be blind and dumb to miss where the tension is coming from."

"I'm so glad you came."

He laughed. "Me, too."

Fuji watched the two interact with bafflement. He knew Ryoma only liked men, but the way they were speaking and touching each other implied intimacy. "Ryo-chan," he called out.

Ryoma winced when Alyssa snickered, "Ryo-chan?"

He shushed her and answered Fuji. "Shoe-chan, round up everyone. I'd like them to meet someone."

Alyssa could hold it in no longer. She laughed until she couldn't breathe. "Ryo-chan and Shoe-chan. As in, like, a tennis shoe?"

Ryoma clapped a hand over her mouth. "Shh!"

She waved his hand aside and continued to laugh. "Let me guess, he's on of the sadistic men hunting you."

"Aa."

"This gets better and better by the minute."

"I'm so glad you're enjoying my woes."

"Of course."

Ryoma shushed her again as the team formed a loose semi-circle around them. "Alyssa, this is Kaidou-senpai, the coach; Fuji, another assistant coach; and the elite of the Seigaku team."

He waited as for them to finish bowing. "Minna, this is Kobayashi Alyssa, my daughter."

They laughed at the open mouths. Alyssa buried her face in Ryoma's chest. "It never ceases to surprise people, when we say that," she whispered in English.

Fuji, who understood English very well, commented on her statement. "Does that mean it was a joke, then?"

Ryoma smirked at the shocked faces. "No, it's true. Alyssa is my daughter. I was the one who gave her away to Kiyoshi last year," he confirmed in Japanese.

Kaidou spoke up. "No offense, but how old are you, Kobayashi-san?"

Alyssa turned to face the intimidating man. "Alyssa is fine, Kaidou-san, and none taken. I'm 19."

Fuji shot Ryoma a quick flash of blue eyes. "You would have to have been seven," he blurted out.

"I was," Ryoma agreed. "I met her late mother before I came to Seigaku."

"I wonder what mom saw in you," she chirped.

Ryoma chuckled at her need to make things worse. But it was fun to go along with it. "Me, too. I was just a cocky little kid back then."

"Back then? I'd say you're still as cocky as ever," she joked. "And, she was over twice your age."

That really got to the rest of the gang. Their jaws hit the ground and both Ryoma and Alyssa roared with laughter.

Alyssa saw the way Fuji's face was darkening with every statement and felt a need to clear things up before her darling Ryoma was slaughtered. "OK, OK, I can't take it anymore."

Kaidou opened his mouth to say something but was stopped.

She held up her hand. "Before you ask if it was all a lie, I'll say now, everything we've said so far were true. Sort of. Ryoma and my mother did meet 19 years ago. But he's not my real father. He's my godfather. Mom saw something in Ryoma and even though he was just a cocky little tennis brat, put him in charge of me."

Ryoma huffed affectionately. "I so too am your father, I helped raise you, you snotty child."

Alyssa hugged him tight again. "No, my real father was a dick. You're Ryoma, my super awesome GODfather."

He laughed. "OK."

Fuji smiled at the two. He envied the open affection between them. He enjoyed her sense of humor. It was so like Ryoma's. "Now that we've settled that issue, shall we bring our things inside?"

Alyssa turned and beamed at him. "Yes, of course, Nike-san."

Ryoma growled in his throat and clapped a hand over her mouth, dragging her away. "Ikuzo," he commanded desperately.

The ominous chuckle that floated after him made him whimper and glare at his hostage. "You," he threatened. "I'm going to die because of you."

She gave him innocent green eyes and said nothing.

"Ryoma-san," a voice called.

He looked to the left of him and groaned mentally. "Kiyoshi, Seichii, ohayou."

"Ohayou, Ryoma," Yukimura whispered, eying the odd pair. He disliked how much of their bodies were touching, this woman and his Ryoma.

Kiyoshi looked at the image of his beloved wife held tight in Ryoma's grip and figured it was better not to ask. "Ryoma-san, there's something I need to speak to you about."

Ryoma did not like the tone. "What is it," he asked warily.

"We're down two courts. The day after you called there was a thunderstorm here and some of the trees fell. And now with the two teams, the one court left isn't enough."

Ryoma let go of his hostage and rubbed the back of his neck. Things certainly became more and more difficult. Then an idea came to him. "What about the court our fathers built when they founded this place?"

Kiyoshi rubbed his chin in contemplation. "I haven't fixed it up since you were last here, but it's still usable. But the path to it blocked from the same storm. You'd have to take the long route there."

Ryoma nodded and stood there silently for a few seconds.

Fuji chose that moment to make his presence known. "We'll be able to take the court available near the facility, right?"

Yukimura fixed his eyes on the man behind his love. "I was just speaking with Kobayashi-san about taking that for my team."

Fuji clenched his fist and smiled kindly. "I don't see how you would feel obliged to it, we did make the reservations first."

Yukimura smiled right back at him. "But the only available court was booked under Rikkaidai."

Alyssa chirped in. "Technically, Shiba-san booked the court, and she's not here," she added before ducking behind Ryoma.

Yukimura tossed a pleasant smile at her. "True, but she booked for the Rikkaidai team. I'm sure she made that part clear."

Fuji was unrelenting. "Then that should mean that the court is still up for grabs as they say. And the more qualified team should use it."

Yukimura chuckled and waved at his students. "Then it's obvious Rikkaidai should have the court. We are the reigning Champions."

Fuji bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping at the violet eyed man. "Every year is a new team, you won't know your worth until this zenkoku taikai."

"Are you issuing a challenge then, Fuji-kun?"

Ryoma held up a hand and interrupted. "That's enough. We'll take the old court, Kiyoshi. I think it'll be perfect for what I have in mind."

Fuji placed a hand on Ryoma's shoulder. "Are you sure?"

Ryoma nodded distractedly. He was already imagining the rest of the weekend. He was going to put those kids through what he called "Nanjirou's Hell." "Aa. Gather them up, please, and let them know to meet back here in an hour."

"Are you withdrawing your challenge, Fuji, Ryoma?"

Ryoma waved at the violet haired man. "Of course not, but there's a lot I want to get done and standing here talking isn't opening any doors. I'd rather not waste more time. Alyssa can you show us where you're stashing us?"

Fuji threw a smile at Yukimura and followed the two figures.

Yukimura clenched his teeth. Speaking to me is a waste of time? The more those words echoed in his mind, the angrier he got. How dare Ryoma say such a cold thing to him. Here he went to the trouble of being here the same weekend and all he got was an absentminded brush? That was unforgivable. There was punishment to be distributed. And it was all going to fall onto Ryoma's lap. The grin was feral and more than a tad bit hungry when he turned to Kiyoshi. He smiled the nervous man, "shall we?"

Kiyoshi watched the way the coach watch Ryoma's retreating back and shivered. It was a good thing that the two teams were in different wings of the building. He feared for his friend. "Hai," he said and walked away. He hoped Ryoma knew how much trouble he was in with this formidable man. And he prayed that Ryoma would survive if Yukimura got his hands on him.

A few hours later, Ryoma was waiting at the top of the mountain, having dashed ahead. It seemed that even after so long his body knew the lay of the mountain, forest and all, on a primal level. The earthen court was unchanged too. It was uneven and rough, an absolute pain in the ass to play on. But it was a wonderful way to hone your skill quickly. And that was what he was going for.

Dusk found them all making their way tenderly back down to the building. They ached from head to toe and wondered why they ever wanted Echizen-san's undivided attention. All they wanted to do was ease their sore muscles in a hot shower and sleep, for a week. And to think they still had Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday to go through. But in the end they couldn't help but wonder, how much stronger were they going to be come Monday. That thought was exciting and more motivating to some than others. The eight regulars were chattering heatedly, one near bouncing off the trees contemplating how much sooner he would have to wait to win a point with the monster named Echizen Ryoma.

When they got back their wing, Ryoma stopped in his tracks and veered off to the right. Fuji caught sight of the sudden movement and followed. "Ryoma, where are you going?"

Ryoma smirked. "I know another shower room. It's a little bit smaller, but it is secluded."

Fuji caught on to the hint and chuckled devilishly. "Is that an invitation, Ryoma. Be careful of what you say, because there are many things I want to get my hands on you for."

Ryoma shivered at the erotic threat. "Well, I do need someone to wash my back," he answered flippantly before darting into a hidden room.

Fuji licked his lips and followed. His Ryoma was so cute.

Yukimura just so happened to be out on a pleasant stroll with Sanada when he spied the two men disappearing into a dark room. He help up a hand and stopped the taller man. "Do you have that thin rope with you? The one I tell you to keep on you always."

Sanada swallowed the lump in his throat. He prayed that it was just an idle question. "Hai."

"Ii. Give it to me."

He said nothing though he cried internally. He guessed it was too much to ask for, to be spared this weekend. "Hai," he said tonelessly as he pulled it out of his pocket and held it out.

Yukimura spared an unguarded look at his second-in-command. "Ii, go back and check on the students. I'll be there shortly," he said darkly before heading for the nearly hidden door off to his left.

Sanada's knees wobbled in relief and he slumped against the wall. It seemed the heavens were smiling down on him today. He needed to light an incense to his guardians. But a small part of him worried for Ryoma and Fuji. After seeing the look in his friend's eyes, he knew the punishment would be especially … tender....

And he was right. The thoughts coursing through Yukimura's mind were fitting of the insult he received from Ryoma today. He was going to make it so that Ryoma knew how his careless words hurt. The memory of their last erotic encounter floated through his mind. He gripped the nylon twine tighter in his hand hand. This time, Ryoma was going to call out HIS name when he came. He was going to love him so thoroughly that Ryoma would know that there was only one person that could keep him satisfied; Yukimura Seichii.

He opened the door and his resolved became carved in stone. The voices inside the dim, foggy room were too much. He needed to secure his place in Ryoma's heart now and forever.

"Nnn, Fuji! Stop teasing," Ryoma begged.

"I'll let you come as soon as you call me Syuusuke, Ryoma," Fuji said wickedly.

There was only the sound of Ryoma panting for a couple of seconds. "Yadda," he huffed out.

Fuji's disembodied voice whispered lowly, "and you're not allowed to call me Shoe-chan anymore. I knew you weren't saying my name correctly, you brat."

Ryoma's voice cried out in pleasure suddenly.

"Think of this as your punishment."

Ryoma cried out again and soon he was begging "please, please, please," and that was more than enough for Yukimura. He came up behind them without a word, stepping into the hot spray of the shower with his clothes still on. He pulled them apart before quickly tying Fuji up and tossing him to a corner far from Ryoma. "That's enough," he growled.

Ryoma turned to the demigod, his eyes dazed with passion. "Seichii," he mumbled, drunk with his need for release.

Yukimura pinned the love of his life down to the tile and bit a pebbled nipple harshly. "You were making those perfect sounds for him again, Ryoma. I can't forgive you, without just punishment."

Ryoma cried out and arched into the burning hot mouth and the sharp press of teeth. This was what his body had craved. "Seichii!"

With Syuusuke, his heart felt full and connected to the cerulean eyed tensai, but with Seichii, the dark void of his soul was filled with a love tangled in teeth and claws. In this moment, he knew that he had to have them both. He needed both of them to fill his heart, his soul, and his life. There was no going back.

The sound of his name reverberated through his body and settled in his heart. "Ii, Ryoma, say it. Like before, chant my name."

Ryoma gave a throaty chuckle. "Then make it so that I have to say your name to keep sane, Kami no ko."

Yukimura laughed and did as he was told. He quickly disrobed and soon they were rubbing their skin against each other, reveling in the feel of their body touching unrestricted. When their aching members touched, they both cried out as white hot lightning lanced through them. It was too much once they began thrusting against each other that he pulled away despite Ryoma's denial. "Tsk, Ryoma, stop. I want to come inside you."

Ryoma growled in return. "Then hurry up and get inside me."

Yukimura's eyes gleamed bright violet in the fog. "Such a disrespectful tone," he chided before flipping Ryoma over onto his knees. He slapped the man's exposed butt hard enough to leave a perfect bright red imprint of his hand.

Ryoma arched into the pain. "Ii, Seichii," he whispered.

Yukimura's heart skipped a beat. This man was made for him. There was no other way to put it. Like a driven man, he positioned the swollen mushroom-head of his penis against the puckered orifice. He paused, for the first time in his life, he worried for his lover. He was not a small man, Asian though he was, and more than once he used that to his advantage as punishment. But suddenly, it mattered that Ryoma may be in more pain than he should be.

Those thoughts however held no ground as Ryoma looked back over his shoulder at the still man and taunted him. "I know you have a nice unit there, but are you going to use it, or not?"

Yukimura growled and shoved himself in without pause. He could feel the tight resistance and it rolled his eyes to the back of his head. If the water wasn't pounding on them as it was, he would not have made it. The tight friction was nearly too much for him to handle.

Ryoma cried out, the red hot wave of pain meeting the white hot arcs of pleasure inside him. The two sensations collided and exploded, leaving him unable to decipher where one began and the other ended. His body bucked of its own accord and tried to drive him closer to completion. He closed one hand around his organ and began pumping. He was so close, he could feel it swelling in his grip.

Yukimura caught his lover's hand and squeezed both it and the thick erection tight. He pulled Ryoma up until his chest was plastered to Ryoma's back. "You come when I let you," he rumbled out before sinking his teeth into Ryoma's tapezius.

Ryoma screamed out in ecstasy, reaching up behind him to tangle his free hand into the wet, violet locks. He thrust into their tight hands uncontrollably. He couldn't take anymore. Seichii pressed tight to him, stretching him beyond imagine, his hand squeezing tight around his erection, his teeth on his skin. It was too much, his mind was splintering. He needed his release desperately. "Seichii, onegai, Seichii."

Yukimura smiled. He released his hold on Ryoma's neck and licked the deep red mark he left there, and the perfect ring of his teeth. "Not yet, my love," he whispered. He thrust against the sweet spot he knew was there and hummed in pleasure as Ryoma's hot tunnel tightened around him in response. "But soon," he promised. He shifted the hand around Ryoma's shaft so that his fingers were laced with his love's as they held tight to Ryoma's quivering member. He kissed the shell of Ryoma's ear, whispering how long he's had to wait for this single moment, and how Ryoma had to be punished for making him wait for so long.

And each word was punctuated by a sharp thrust against that one heavenly spot inside of him. Ryoma cried out and begged and begged. Every second wound him tighter and tighter until he knew he was going to break into a million pieces. "Seichii," he cried out the name again and again, hoping, praying the man wrapped around him would take pity on him.

Yukimura waited until Ryoma's voice became hoarse from begging before he picked up the pace and rammed himself brutally inside the hot tunnel. He thrust faster and faster, every shove deeper than the last, every pull quicker. He drove them both higher without mercy. Between one harsh thrust and the next, he reached his brink and shattered. He moved his and Ryoma's hand from the base of Ryoma's shaft to the head and was rewarded with a throaty scream as his lover's orgasm erupted into their joined hands. The fast contraction of Ryoma's muscles squeezed so deliciously that he could hold out no longer and he let go and came in a hot rush. He felt the thick fluid flooding the tight hole and he moaned in satisfaction.

Ryoma was beyond sated. His body felt heavy and his mind was fuzzing around the edges. "Seichii," he whispered happily.

"Ii, Ryoma, you must always say my name just like that," he said. He pumped Ryoma's still hard organ a few more times to make sure he was empty and was surprised by another spurt of milky semen.

Ryoma cried out again in shock as another orgasm gripped him. "Seichii!" he exclaimed before his mind closed in on him and he was left unaware of his surroundings.

Yukimura caught the smaller man as he slumped listlessly. He laid the dark haired man on the warm tile close to him, tenderly stroking his face. "You are mine, Ryoma."

The voice that came from behind him caused him to jump in surprise. He had forgotten the cerulean-eyed tensai. "No, Ryoma is MINE."

Yukimura refused to even acknowledge the other man. He stayed where he was, his eyes fixed on Ryoma's sleeping face. "You heard him yourself, Fuji. He is mine."

Fuji crept up behind the other man and pounced on him. Within a heartbeat he had the man's hands tied tight, on his back, arms over his head, and pinned to the tile. "Over my dead body," he gritted out. Fuji couldn't even begin to describe how furious he was. What he just witnessed was unbelievable. And though he never wanted to admit it, it was one of the most arousing, erotic, things he had ever seen. The sound of Ryoma's pleas, the cries of pleasure, the savage copulation, everything made him thick with need and desire. One thing was for sure, there was no way Yukimura was leaving this room unscathed.

Without any ceremony or any hesitation, Fuji lined himself up against Yukimura's tight opening and invited himself in. Fuji sucked his in his breath with a hiss. This man was even tighter than Ryoma! The mounting need simmering in his body came to a boil. He couldn't even pause for the man to accommodate for his girth. Regardless of what he had intended, his hips moved of their own accord and soon he was pounding his way into the moaning man.

Yukimura didn't know what to do with the hot sensations. Never in his life had he ever submitted to a single person. As Fuji pummeled the spot he had just abused in Ryoma, waves of exquisite pleasure washed through him. He wanted to tell Fuji to stop, to cease this foolishness, but every time he drew breath to speak, it was drawn out of him as a moan. He couldn't keep his head from thrashing or his body from quivering. He knew his wrists were going to be bruised from Fuji leaning on them, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. The pressure building inside him was so different from the one that just passed that he was left breathless in its wake. And soon he didn't care to think about it all. Soon all he wanted was that last thrust that sent him over the edge and into the abyss. An abyss that promised uninhibited pleasure.

Fuji's breathing became ragged as the continued to drive himself into the aggravating man at break-neck speed. "I should make you beg to come like you made Ryoma beg. I should make you unable to come at all," he ground out. But then in a low, harsh voice he whispered, "but I can't stop myself. My body won't listen."

"My body, I can't...," Yukimura started, but then Fuji thrust into him exceptionally savagely and the rest was lost in a strangled shout.

"I hate you, Seichii." "I hate you, Syuusuke." They announced their frustration together, letting the words echo around them and be swallowed by the sound of the water hitting the tile. But then the pleasure wound too tight, and within moments Yukimura could contain it no longer and was pushed over the precipice and dropped into the yawning abyss. "Nnn, Syuusuke," he screamed out, his back arching off the floor as his second release painted their chests.

Fuji bit his lip when the tightening of those muscles became too much. But he could not stop the name from being ripped out of him no matter how hard he tried to keep it smothered inside. "Seichii!"

For what seemed like an eternity they stayed frozen in place, relearning how to breath. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they stared at each other. They said nothing, but in that moment they knew there was no going back. Things had changed and neither could say what it was or how it would affect them. And for a second, their lips touched in agreement.


A/N: WELL, OK. Here's the deal...I COULD technically end it here, though I still have a lot more to go through before it even nears the end in my original plot line. But I have no idea if I should just leave things as is or continue. It might just be because writing this scene made my mind go 'poof' but I feel like this is a satisfying ending. What say you guys? I promise I'll take every comment into consideration.