Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. This is purely fan made.

Author's Note: Characters may be out of character. This fan fiction has nothing to do with the anime/manga and never will be related to it at all. It has a different plot line and has nothing to do with tennis. It may contain boy x boy and will have graphic violence later in the story. Rated M for smut, language, drugs, and violence.

Ready-Fight! : Fuji's House

"I know I shouldn't push you, but…you really did contradict yourself," said Fuji as Ryoma came out into the living room.

Arching a brow, Ryoma passed by the couch and looked over to the newspaper from earlier. A red mark was circled around Sengoku's face and he cursed mentally to himself. He had forgotten that Fuji knew about Sengoku. It was his mistake that he had mentioned he didn't know any of them. He glanced away from the paper and prepared himself for more questions from Fuji, but nothing came at him. He blinked and slowly dropped his gaze to Fuji who was sitting on the couch. He took a step closer, but jumped slightly when Fuji turned to face him. Ryoma froze in place and stared back at Fuji who didn't reveal any expression on his face.

"Forget it," said Fuji softly, "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you…and you're right. I'm an older member of the club. I should have known that this was coming. If only Atobe…never mind."

He shook his head and stood, making Ryoma take a step back. He passed by Ryoma without looking at him and went into the kitchen. Ryoma's head and gaze followed after Fuji first and then his feet. He slowly walked over to the kitchen door and peeked inside. The smell of fresh coffee caught his attention before he noticed Fuji who was leaning over the sink. Ryoma watched curiously as Fuji shifted on his feet and sighed shakily as he ran his fingers through his hair. Ryoma stepped into the kitchen and glanced down to the floor. He cleared his throat to get Fuji's attention and then glanced up, staring into Fuji's blue eyes. Surprised by color, he glanced away again and shifted on his feet awkwardly. He wanted Fuji's attention, but after seeing his eyes, he had lost his train of thoughts and wasn't sure what to say to the older man.

"Are you hungry?" asked Fuji, breaking the silence.

Ryoma looked back to him, noticing that he was smiling. He carefully watched as the older man moved around the kitchen as he prepared to cook something. Ryoma gritted his teeth together and clenched his hand into a fist as he gathered his courage to speak.

"You're really not going ask me anything?" he asked.

He heard Fuji sigh as he once again turned to face him, "There's not much to ask when you're not willing to answer me."

"And that's it?"

"What do you mean that's it? What more do you want me to do? If you're unwilling to answer, then there's no point in pushing the issue. It'll get us no where and I don't want us to end up arguing about such an insignificant thing."

Frowning, Ryoma unclenched his fist. He was a little disappointed. He had thought that Fuji would be a little more forceful. Truthfully, he wouldn't have minded telling as long as Fuji would force it out of him. It would at least mean he didn't have to blame himself if he happened to blurt everything out. Shaking his head, he tossed the idea away and turned to leave the kitchen.

"Echiz-" Fuji tried to call out to him, but the doorbell interrupted him.

Ryoma stepped out of the kitchen walked back into the living to sit down while Fuji went to open the door. He stared at the blank television, but when he heard the familiar voice from the doorway, he quickly stood up. Fuji walked into the living with Atobe right behind him.

"I knew you would be here," said Atobe, "and it seems you're fine."

"Why are you here?" asked Fuji suspiciously.

"Just visiting my adorable pet," answered Atobe nonchalantly.

"I'm not your pet," hissed Ryoma as he walked over to Atobe's side, "Why are you here?"

"I'm taking you back home," replied Atobe with a blank stare.

Ryoma arched a brow and then glanced over to Fuji, who was frowning. He brought his gaze back to Atobe and looked him in the eyes. Atobe's eyes were practically telling him that he had no choice. Sighing, Ryoma nodded his head.

"Echizen, wait," said Fuji as he reached a hand out to grasp him by the arm, "I think you should stay here…"

"He has the choice to choose where he wants to go," said Atobe firmly as he grasp Ryoma by the other arm, "I didn't think you would become so infatuated with my little pet after a few short days."

"Didn't you hear him? He's not your pet."

Ryoma looked between them, unsure of what to do. It was the first time he was ever caught between two grown men fighting over him. He frowned at the thought it. He didn't like it that he was being treated like some mere object. He felt a tug from Fuji and looked at him. Fuji was frowning and he wasn't planning to let go. Then he felt a tug from Atobe. He didn't like where this tug-a-war was going. Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled left and then right and then left again. The two grown men were silently fighting each other and neither of them was going to back down. It went on for a few seconds before Ryoma snapped.

"Stop it!" he yelled as he pried his arms away from them, "I'm not some object! I'll choose where I want to stay and I…I'm going back with Atobe."

He saw the dejected look on Fuji's face and felt a pang in his stomach. He turned his head away so he wouldn't see Fuji's dejected expression. He didn't want to hurt Fuji, but in the end, it was Atobe who had done so much more for him and he couldn't disobey Atobe. Atobe had taken him in and raised him, even if it wasn't the best. He was obligated to listen to Atobe.

When Atobe turned to leave, Ryoma followed silently after him. He didn't even say goodbye to Fuji when they were leaving. However, he did turn to look back at him when Fuji mentioned that his house was always open for him to return. Ryoma nodded at the statement and then quickly followed after Atobe who was waiting for him in the black car. He sat in the back with him and turned his head slightly as the door was closed by the butler. He stared out the tinted window at Fuji who was still standing on the porch and staring back at him. Fuji waved, but before Ryoma could return the gesture, the car began to move and Fuji's face disappeared from his sight. He felt a small tap on his arm and turned in his seat. Glancing down at Atobe's hand, he saw the new cell phone.

"Here, a new phone. We caught all the traitors and, if you've seen the newspaper or heard the news, all dead," said Atobe without remorse.

"Don't you think it was a little suspicious killing them all at once?" asked Ryoma as he took the phone from Atobe and inspected it. "An iPhone? How did you know I needed a new one? I didn't think I deserve such a reward."

"They won't be able to find any leads," replied Atobe with a shrug. "We checked the surrounding areas and one of the members saw your cell phone on the floor. I decided to get rid of it because it could be used as evidence. And, you did deserve it. You found the culprits that were planning to get rid of the fight club."

"It wasn't all that gre-"

Ryoma winced and hissed in pain as Atobe reached over and grabbed his injured right arm. He was about to curse at Atobe, but he shut his mouth as soon as he saw Atobe's serious expression. Suddenly, Atobe's harsh grasp turned gentle and he caressed the injured arm. Ryoma blushed at the act and tried to pull his arm away, but Atobe wouldn't allow it. Silently, he succumbed to the touch and turned a little more so Atobe could have better access. When he was ordered to take off his shirt, Ryoma did as he was told and slipped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor of car. Cold fingers brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. They brushed over his shoulder wound and slowly trailed down his right arm.

"If you hadn't been so reckless, you wouldn't have been injured," said Atobe softly as he continued to caress the wounds.

"If it wasn't for my recklessness, you wouldn't have caught the traitors," retorted Ryoma.

"True, but if it had turned out differently…and you had been killed in the process, I would have those men mutilated and tossed into the sea instead of making it look like they committed suicide."

"I didn't know you cared so much about me."

"Is that sarcasm I hear? You should be ashamed of yourself for thinking that I don't care. You're my prodigy. Of course I would care."

"Of course it has to do with me being your prodigy."

Sighing, Ryoma reached down to pick up his shirt, but as soon as he picked up his shirt it slipped from his hands as Atobe pushed him down onto the car seat. He tried to sit back up, but Atobe leaned over him and dipped his head into the crook of his neck and nipped it. Ryoma let out a small moan, surprised by his sudden reaction.

"He's trained you well," mumbled Atobe against his skin before he moved and allowed Ryoma to sit up again.

"What are you talking about?" asked Ryoma as he sat up and glared at Atobe. "I thought you didn't like brats."

"Fuji. He's trained you well. I didn't think he would become interested in you…more like, I didn't think he swung that way. And, I don't like brats…you're an exception because I have to take care of you…my like is different from Fuji's like though."

"You're both perverts."

Ryoma scoffed and picked up his shirt again. He slipped it on just as they came to a stop on the drive way. The butler got out of the car first and opened the door for Atobe and then Ryoma. They got out the same time and walked towards the mansion where Kabaji met up with them. He took Atobe's jacket and followed after them as they made their way up the stairs to Atobe's room. As soon as they were in the room, the first thing that Atobe made Ryoma do was sit on the bed and take off his shirt again. Ryoma grumbled under his breath, calling Atobe a big pervert again before he sat down and took off his shirt again. A few seconds later and there was a knock on the door. Ryoma glanced to it and then back to Atobe who was standing next to an end table drinking his wine. He arched a questioning brow at the older man, wondering who that was, but Atobe ignored him. Kabaji opened the door and an old man walked in with a small black suitcase. Ryoma frown and turned slightly on the bed so he was facing Atobe, but Atobe was still ignoring him. The old man walked over to the bedside and smiled at Ryoma.

"He's just a doctor," Atobe finally said, "No need to have your guard up…though I wish you could be like that more with Fuji."

"Fuji already had a doctor look at me," Ryoma said, though hesitantly.

He was exactly sure how Atobe would react to it. He knew that Atobe disliked having someone he didn't know treat him because there was always a possibility that the person was a spy. And as soon as those words left his mouth, he could see Atobe's expression turn dark. Ryoma opened his mouth to say something, but Atobe was already walking over towards him and in a second he was looming over him. A loud slap echoed through the room. Ryoma felt a sting on his left cheek as it dawned on him that Atobe had just slapped him. He touched his reddening cheek, but didn't dare turn to look at Atobe.

"You stupid fool," said Atobe in a low tone, "How many times do I have to fucking tell you that you can't let anyone treat your injuries unless I give the okay? If it was just Fuji, then I don't give a damn, but if that doctor ends up talking about it, who knows what would happen! What if they are used as some kind of evidence?"

Without looking at Atobe, Ryoma said, "I was out cold. I didn't know he got a doctor to come over…"

"This is why I said to be careful around him! Kabaji, take the doctor out."

Kabaji nodded his head and led the doctor back out. When the doors closed, Ryoma felt the sharp pain of Atobe's grip on chin as he was forced to look up at the older man. He gritted his teeth together, preparing himself for a beating, but instead Atobe released his chin and sat down on the end of the bed. He heard the other man sigh as he rested his arms on his knees. Ryoma blinked and found himself crawling closer to him. He stopped midway when Atobe glanced at him, but the look in Atobe's eyes didn't reveal anger or resentment. Ryoma lowered his head as he resumed crawling closer until he was seated next to the man. His head was still lowered when he felt a large hand pat his head. Ryoma glanced up and saw Atobe's hand hovering over his head. The hand drifted down and Ryoma flinched slightly, but then he felt the hand touch his left cheek gently.

"Did it hurt?" asked Atobe.

"Not really," answered Ryoma, "I've been through worst."

He heard the older man chuckle and sighed in relief because Atobe wasn't mad at him anymore. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Atobe motioning him to his lap. Tilting his head, Ryoma looked at Atobe's lap and then frowned. He knew what Atobe was inferring to, but he wasn't planning to do such a thing. He hadn't done that in ages.

"What's wrong?" asked Atobe, "You use to love putting your head on my lap."

"That was back when you first took me in. Even then, I was reluctant. I'm not some kid who needs to be comfort," Ryoma said with a scowl.

"Come now…for old times sake."

Ryoma scowled under his breath, but in the end he gave in. He leaned forward and then lay down on bed with his head on Atobe's lap. He turned to his side so that his back was facing Atobe. He sighed as Atobe's fingers ran through his hair. It had been a while since he used Atobe's laps as a pillow. Back then, he was only eleven years old when Atobe took him under his wings. He lived with Atobe for two year before he decided to leave. By then, he had come to understand the relationship between them. Sighing, Ryoma shifted slightly. As much as he disliked the training, he didn't mind the ignorance he had when he was taken in.

"I wish I could have remained ignorant to your true objective," muttered Ryoma.

"And why is that?" asked Atobe as he stopped running his fingers through Ryoma's hair.

"Then maybe my life wouldn't be so messed up right now."

Hearing Atobe laugh made him sit up. He glared at the man before getting off the bed. He didn't want to remember his innocent thoughts about that man. He couldn't even believe he had thought Atobe was a good man.

"So, isn't it about time you tell me why you're so cautious of Fuji?" asked Ryoma as he picked up his shirt off the floor and slipped it back on.

"I think it's better if you try to find out yourself," answered Atobe as he stood, "Today, I want you spend the night here. There's no fight club tonight. I'm sure there are police investigating near the places anyway, though they won't find anything. You won't be fighting for a while either."

Ryoma shrugged his shoulders, but he did as he was told. For the day, he spent his time in the mansion. It wasn't any different from when he first arrived there. Even spending time with Atobe wasn't different. Still, he found himself yearning to return to that small house where Fuji was living. It was smaller, but it was comfortable. He didn't feel as lonely and even though Fuji was a pervert at times, he liked the atmosphere there. It reminded him a lot of his home when his parents were still alive.

Cursing under his breath, Ryoma sat up in bed. It was already dark and he couldn't sleep. From downstairs, he could hear music playing loudly and people talking. Atobe was having a party and he was invited, but Ryoma wasn't the type to attend parties, especially if they're friends of Atobe. They all loved to gossip and the girls were too annoying with their high pitch laughs. The men were horny bastards who wanted nothing more than a fuck. He knew all to well because he had been exposed to it once as a child when he lived with Atobe and he was traumatized for life. He scowled, flopping back onto the bed and squeezed the pillow so it covered his ears, but it didn't make much of a difference. He sighed, tossing and turning in bed until he got fed up. Ryoma got up from the bed, still in his pajamas, and slipped out from the room. There were plenty of other rooms on the second floor and a few doors were open wide, allowing the perfect view of people making out or doing drugs. Sighing, he shook his head and swiftly made his way down stairs where he was bombarded with loud music, dancing people, and the stench of horrible body odor. He gagged as he pushed his way through the bodies of people, searching for Atobe in the midst of the sweaty bodies. He finally spotted the man near the balcony where he was chatting with a young blond foreigner. He pushed through the final crowd of bodies and briskly strolled over to Atobe.

"It's too loud," stated Ryoma grouchily the moment he was within ear reach.

Atobe looked at him and smiled, "Why don't you leave then?"

Arching a brow, he stopped in his tracks. He wasn't sure where Atobe was going with that question. It was he who told him to stay for the night, but now he was saying he was free to leave. Ryoma tilted his head slightly, moving his feet forward little by little.

"I thought you wanted me to stay the whole night?" asked Ryoma.

"But you're not happy are you?" asked Atobe, "Don't get me wrong Echizen. I don't exactly care that if you're happy or not. You're injured and I need you to heal fast. Without you, the fight club isn't interesting. I tend to have parties, rowdy like this or sophisticated ones…you won't be able to rest here. I do think that Fuji's place is a lot better. I'll warn you again though, be careful around him. I still don't trust him and I'm currently investigating him."

"Okay?"

Ryoma arched a brow, turned on his heel, and walked towards the door. He had no idea what just happened, but he was just glad that he was leaving the house. Although it was the home he was taken into, it felt suffocating. Escaping that house the first time lifted a weight off his chest. He was glad that the suffocation was being lifted again as he opened the door and left the mansion without looking back.

The light in Fuji's house was still on and he briefly wondered if Fuji was still awake. He had left the key in Fuji's house and because he left in a rush with Atobe, he didn't have time to grab it. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell once. Seconds passed before he heard the shuffling sound of footsteps. The doorknob clicked, twisted and then the door opened. Fuji's familiar face and body was between the door way. Ryoma could see the surprised expression on Fuji's face.

"Hey," greeted Ryoma.

"I thought you were going to spend the night with Atobe…" said Fuji slowly.

"I was…but then he said I could leave because it was too noisy there and I needed rest."

"So he said you should come here?"

"It's better than staying over there. So…are you going to let me in or not?"

A smile spread across Fuji's face as he took a side step, allowing Ryoma to enter the house. Ryoma entered the house and felt a sense of security. He never knew why, but Fuji's house always comforted him. He let out an inaudible sigh as he walked over to the sofa and plopped himself down. Hearing Fuji's footstep, he glanced up and saw Fuji shuffling towards him. He sat next to him and smiled.

"That's freaky," said Ryoma, "Don't smile at me like that."

"Why not? I'm glad that you came back here…that you chose to come back here. Where's your key though?" asked Fuji.

"I'll only admit this once…you have a comfortable bed. I left the key back in the room," answered Ryoma with a shrug. "You're…not mad at me?"

"Mad? For what?"

"This morning…I lied."

"Ahhh, that. It's fine. I'm not going to push you to answer. You can tell me when you feel like you can. So, hungry?"

Ryoma shook his head. He had already eaten at Atobe's house, though he didn't get to shower. With his wounds, it was hard to shower by himself, but he wasn't going to ask Atobe or Kabaji to help him. He didn't want to feel like a kid.

"Do you want to take a bath?" asked Fuji, "I'm sure it's hard to shower with your wounds."

Ryoma arched a brow and said, "Why is it that you knew what I was thinking? That's just…weird."

Fuji laughed and replied, "I love observing you…as much as you try to put up an emotionless expression, it doesn't work that well. It's quite easy to see what you're thinking. And so…I will help you take a bath."

Ryoma's eyes widen at the suggestion and he shook his head. Fuji was worst than Atobe helping him in the bath. He didn't know what the older man was going to do. He tried to scoot away, but Fuji reached out to him and before he knew it, he was being dragged to the bathroom against his will. Despite his struggling, Fuji was able to get him to undress and sit on a pink stool, a color that he didn't like. In the end, Ryoma agreed to allow Fuji to help him as long as there was a towel wrapped around him. He turned his back towards Fuji and sat rigidly. He was the only one naked while Fuji was fully clothed. It was uncomfortable to be in such a position, but he could tell Fuji was thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. He scowled while he yielded to Fuji's order every time he needed him to move so he could soap him completely. While Fuji was washing his back and being careful not to soak his wounds, Ryoma found himself relaxing. During the time they were in the bathroom, Fuji hadn't tried anything on him, so he decided that maybe he didn't need to worry so much…until he felt Fuji's fingers gently trail down his sides. He shivered at the touch and let out a shaky sigh. Realizing that his body was reacting to the touch, Ryoma jolted forward and turned around so he was facing Fuji.

"What's wrong?" asked Fuji innocently.

"I think…I can handle the rest…" mumbled Ryoma as he tried to move away, but his movement only made the bulge on the towel more noticeable.

He saw Fuji's head glance down between his legs and he blushed while quickly trying to cover the bulge. However, it was too late to hide it and Fuji was soon hovering over him. Ryoma squirmed, pushing himself back and propping himself against the side of the tub. His elbows rested against the sides as he closed his eyes tightly. Soft lips pressed against his and sighed contently. The kiss was gentle and soothing, but it didn't last long. Fuji's tongue flicked out and licked his bottom lip. Ryoma gasped and suddenly Fuji's warm tongue was invading his mouth. He moaned and tipped his head slightly to give him better access. It was a sloppy kiss with saliva dribbling down his chin. He grunted and pulled back for a breath of air. He took one gulp of air before Fuji was kissing him again. Fuji's mouth moved away from his lips and began trailing down his neck, then his chest, and even lower. Ryoma bit his lower lips, tipped his head back, and arched his back as Fuji reached his navel. A wet and warm tongue circled around his navel and then traveled lower. He felt the cotton towel slip from his thigh and glanced down to see Fuji's head dip between his legs. A hot mouth covered his length and he gasped in pleasure. Ryoma moaned and tipped his head back again. He could his own voice echoing in the bathroom. He covered his mouth, but it wasn't stopping him from moaning. He tried to cut out the sound of his own voice, but then he was bombarded with the sound of slurping noises. He groaned and rolled his head to the side slightly. Eventually, all he could hear was himself moaning loudly and Fuji's slurping.

"Ahhhn…Fu…ji," he moaned, "please…don't…stop."

Suddenly, Ryoma felt a tug in his lower region and he knew he was at his limit. He tried to warn Fuji, but his words became incoherent. He came in Fuji's mouth, shaking in pleasure. It took a few seconds, but when he was done he scowled tiredly. He wanted to punch Fuji and yell at him, but his whole body lost its strength. Fuji's name slurred on the tips of tongue and he fell into an abrupt slumber.

Author's Note: This is a bit of a talking chapter. Actually, a lot of talking, but the next chapter will be the beginning of the complications. So tune it later for the next chapter…Fuji's identity revealed!

I would have written a special bonus story about Atobe's and Ryoma's Christmas day together, but...I got a little lazy. XP