The Rumour
We are pleased to present a special, sexually explicit, yaoi-packed programme, The Alternate Universe Ending to 'The Rumour' – The Director's Cut! (Otherwise known as the Author's Temporary Outbreak of Insanity.) We apologise for any inconvenience caused and will return you to the regular schedule for 'Chapter Seven: Truth VS Grapevine' within the next twenty-four hours. We hope you will enjoy this one-time only special, and would appreciate any feedback. Thank you. – Regards, The Author and The Author's Evil Split Personality.
The Rumour's Alternative Universe Ending – Director's Cut
Tezuka stormed from the infirmary, his face set in lines of anger. All around him, students were falling away before him in terror. He swung around the corner, and past the stream behind the courts. Inui caught sight of the dark aura surrounding Tezuka and made the instant, correct, decision to follow the Seigaku captain so as to not miss the new chance of Tezuka data collection.
Tezuka swung into the courts like an avenging arch-angel, with Inui following fast behind him. "Seigaku regulars! Assemble in the changing room at once!" He barked.
Within moments, the full complement of players, less Oishi, stood ramrod straight before their leader in the changing room. Tezuka locked the door behind them, and then turned to face everyone again.
"I want to know what is going on and I want to know it now!" He snapped out. The regulars exchanged looks and shifted guiltily on their feet. Just then, a soft voice sounded from the door. "Tezuka…" Oishi stood at the changing room door, key in hand.
Tezuka swung around. "Oishi! What are you doing? I thought I told you to rest!" He scowled. He knew why Oishi was here instead of resting in the infirmary. Concerned about the regulars, Oishi's mother-hen syndrome has struck again. True enough, Oishi just smiled, "I'm lots better already after eating the bun you bought."
"Fine." If Oishi wanted to come and do damage control, then fine. Let him try. But Tezuka was going to find out what in blazes his regulars are up to today, no matter what happens! He turned back to face the regulars. "Well? I asked a question."
Fuji stepped – was pushed? – forward. His customary smile still firmly affixed on his face, Fuji replied softly. "It's nothing really." He paused for a moment and continued in a soft calm voice, "We just told everyone that they'll get to sleep with you if they manage to beat you in a match."
Tezuka heard the words as if from a distance. Sleep with me… His brain struggled with the enormity of those calmly spoken words and failed.
The shock, coupled with the worries accumulated over the past week, proved to be too much for the rattled captain's nerves to handle. A wave of darkness descended before his eyes and Tezuka fainted.
Momoshiro leapt to Tezuka's side and managed to catch him before he could collapse onto the floor. "Buchou!" The regulars gathered around Tezuka's fallen body.
"Nyah! Syusuke! You killed him!"
"Did Buchou have a heart attack?!"
Inui muscled his way into the crowd surrounding the unconscious Tezuka. "Make way," He ordered, waving Ryuzaki sensei's spare copy of the First Aid manual. Anxiously, the regulars waited as the data collection expert felt for Tezuka's pulse.
"He's all right. He just fainted," reported Inui, gently laying Tezuka's wrist back down. A wave of relief swept over the crowd.
"What should we do?" asked Oishi anxiously.
Inui referred to the manual. "The manual says to give the patient air, and loosen his clothing." Inui stopped abruptly. Around him, various interesting, some may even say predatory, looks appeared on the regulars.
"I'll, ah, loosen Buchou's clothing for him," grinned Momoshiro fixedly.
"I'll help," said Kaido promptly, with a mad gleeful look in his eyes. The two second year regulars tore at Tezuka's clothes enthusiastically. Behind them, Echizen grumbled, "Serves him right for being so fierce."
Fuji smiled. "And I'll give him air," the tensai volunteered cheerfully.
"Nyah! I wanna give Buchou air too!" Eiji protested. "I'm good at mouth to mouth! I took lessons!"
Kawamura growled with a hot blush staining his cheeks, "Take a number."
Oishi wandered up to Inui's side. "Say, does that book say anything about giving the patient some, ah, extra stimulation?"
Inui looked down at the manual. Looked at Tezuka's fast-becoming-naked body. Swallowed. Tossed the book aside. "Couldn't hurt," he said deadpan, the tiniest of smiles forming on his face.
…
Tezuka drifted back halfway between sleep and consciousness, feeling strangely… aroused.
It was warm. He was naked. And there were people touching him. A tiny part of his brain was outraged but was completely outnumbered by the rest of Tezuka, which was purring in pleasure at the tactile feelings coursing through his body. Someone was kissing him, soft featherlike touches across his face. Someone was spooning him from behind, back rubbing against chest, butt against hips. There were a small lithe body glued snugly along his hip and down his leg, and another warm secure presence pressed up against his other side. Two wet, warm tongues were coursing up and down across his chest, swirling around his nipples, hands were wandering over his abdominal muscles, and below, God, below was more hands caressing his dick, and that sensitive spot behind his balls. Someone was straddled across his leg. Someone was laughing softly.
Tezuka moaned involuntarily and shifted in response to all the contact, all the touches. It was almost too much to bear. His eyes fluttered open, but without his glasses, all he could see was parts of a blurred face. He moved his head aside a little and squinted a little. Beyond the face were figures, light and dark, crouched over him in a variety of poses. They looked like his team mates. The people he most trusted in the world outside his family. Oh. The captain let his head fall back, to find himself cradled in someone's arms. This is a dream… He sighed languorously, his body alight with sensation.
"Tezuka, are you awake?" someone asked softly, nuzzling his jaw line between each word.
"Nn… No," Tezuka managed to answer, before his eyes blurred over with the sensory overload caused by a warm, wet mouth closing over his dick. God. He arched his back involuntarily, thrusting his pelvis forward for better access. Someone laughed, a different voice, deeper and more amused. "I think Buchou has finally woken up and joined the party."
I don't do parties very well, Tezuka wanted to say, except at that moment, most of his concentration had pooled away to the lower half of his body. The few remaining fragments, on the other hand, was preoccupied with the soft lips covering his mouth, the warm tongue darting into his mouth in open exploration.
He was panting, breath ragged, by the time the kiss finally broke. His member was fully engorged, almost painfully so, under the ministrations of an oh-so-talented mouth. Tezuka strained to look down the length of his own body, past the various hands fondling him down to the spikey haired head bent over his crotch. "Mo—Momoshiro?" he asked hoarsely.
The mouth paused, and withdrew. Momoshiro looked up and smiled, "Yes, Buchou?"
"Oh," said Tezuka, momentarily breathless. He stopped, caught his much needed breath. "Nothing. Carry on," Tezuka said faintly as he slumped back bonelessly.
Momoshiro's entire face lit up with a brilliant light and he smiled radiantly. A voice from behind him broke in, "It'll be easier, and better for you if you sat up a bit, buchou." Then action matched voice as the body behind him half lifted, half pulled him into a reclining position. Tezuka twisted weakly in the strong grip he found himself in, sparking off a slew of mews and soft protests from the various bodies around him. "Taka --?" he asked confusedly, half falling forward. Strong muscled arms prevented him from falling further, pulling him back into a snug embrace from behind. Kawamura smiled and rested his face against Tezuka's as he nuzzled his ear. "Yes, Buchou?" he mimicked Momoshiro in a show of shy humour, hands tightening around his middle, even as Tezuka became extremely aware of Kawamura's erection pressed against his back.
"Everyone's… here?" Tezuka breathed.
A face approached his and resolved into Fuji's smiling visage. " Everyone's here, Tezuka."
The captain blinked. Now that he was more or less seated upright, he could see better. Eiji had broken off from licking his chest, was looking up at him with indomitable good cheer. Still crouched on all fours like a cat, the hyper-genki player grinned at him. "Nyah, Buchou, we got tired of waiting for you."
Inui sat beyond him with Kaido wrapped around him in a position that defied description. He adjusted his glasses and smirked, "Yes, we got tired of waiting and started without you." Kaido blushed. Ryoma simply ignored everyone and everything and remained curled up, head cushioned on Tezuka's hip, arms wrapped around his leg.
Oishi smiled from his position on Tezuka's other side, and pressed a soft kiss in the middle of Tezuka's chest. As if it was a signal, the entire cadre of Seigaku regulars returned to what they were doing with renewed vigour.
Tezuka felt as if he was about to explode – that or die from the sheer intensity of the things being done to him. He moaned, writhing feverishly against Kawamura beneath him. "Buchou," Kamawara gasped in a strangled voice. "You have to stop that… or I can't control myself much longer."
Tezuka rasped, perspiration pouring down his body. "Then don't – Ah – ," He bucked violently, uncontrollably, as he came in Momoshiro's mouth. Momoshiro pulled Ryoma to a side, and Fuji and Eiji shifted away as well, both couples stroking and caressing each other as they moved away, leaving Tezuka to Oishi and Kawamura. Breathing heavily, Oishi pulled Tezuka towards him, and pulled him up into a standing full body hug. Oishi backed against to the wall, pulling a pliant Tezuka along with him. Kawamura followed, forming a sandwich with Tezuka in the middle. "Are you sure, Buchou?" asked Kawamura, eyes glittering with desire. "It would hurt," he warned. Tezuka nodded wordlessly, wrapping his arms around Oishi for support, his legs braced open.
Kawamura sank his member into Tezuka's ass, who cried out in pain at the sudden unprepared entry even as Oishi smothered his cry in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, drowning the painful sensations in a deep, deep kiss. The three boys rocked against each other, Tezuka shaking as Kawamura seemed to split him into two, Oishi feeling Kawamura's every thrust and withdrawal travel through Tezuka and reciprocating with his own rhythmic grinding against Tezuka's hips and dick. Caught between extreme pain and pleasurable provocation, Tezuka threw his head back and shouted a long wordless cry. At his shout, Kawamura shuddered and came first, spilling his seed in Tezuka in a thick spurt. The third year player collapsed onto the floor, legs suddenly too weak to hold him up any longer. Tezuka held on for a moment longer to Oishi, both boys shaking.
Tezuka stared at Oishi with pain/pleasure glazed eyes and took his best friend's member in his hand. "Now you," he commanded, his hand stroking Oishi. "You," he growled mindlessly.
Oishi nodded and sank to the floor, dragging Tezuka along with him. "I want to see your face," Oishi said hoarsely, as he positioned Tezuka above his dick. "I want to see you shout like you did just now." Tezuka lowered himself inch by painful inch down Oishi's shaft, his face contorting as he did so. Oishi bucked his hips involuntarily at the sensation of penetrating Tezuka, his friend, at the tight, warm sheathe enveloping his member, at the wetness from Kawamura's cum. "Hah…Hah…" Oishi gripped Tezuka by the hips as he thrusted upwards. "…Tezuka!" His shouts intermingled with Tezuka's cries. Oishi came finally with the sight of Tezuka's pale body above him emblazoned in his mind.
The boys fell together at the last, unmoving in a tangle of limbs and elbows for a long moment.
The captain's eyelids fell in exhaustion, but opened again at the feel of a warm mouth pressing against his lips. "Again?!" Tezuka croaked. "I'm already dead."
Brilliant blue eyes glittered above him. "Yes again," Fuji smiled, his hand wandering down Tezuka's exhausted form. "And if you die… Then I'll just have to take up necrophilia as a hobby."
Unbidden, Tezuka's body stirred and his member stiffened. Fuji straddled Tezuka, and murmured in a soft, seductive voice right against his ear, "I liked what you did with Momo-kun,"
He paused, fitting actions to words, "Except I want you in me instead."
The next morning, Ryuzaki sensei was greeted with an extraordinary sight when she entered the schools changing room in search of her missing team. Her students, her boys, all naked as the day they were born, sleeping in a jumbled heap on the floor of the changing room. The coach's eyebrow shot up as she took in the details of the room. Like her quiet, responsible captain sleeping peacefully in the center, head pillowed on Inui's lap, Kaido cuddled up behind him. Tezuka's outstretched arm covered young Echizen in a loose embrace, with Fuji curled up in a tight fetal position around his hips. Momoshiro and Eiji slept untidily sprawled beyond the mass of sleeping boys, while Kawamura and Oishi spooned together in deep slumber.
Ryuzaki sensei had not been coaching tennis players for over two generations for nothing. She thought wistfully of the amazing recuperative qualities of hormonally charged teenagers for a brief moment, before quietly backing out of the changing room, locking the door behind her as she went.
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Hello Kind Readers and Reviewers! I was going through all the votes for the final pairing when the alternative ending popped into my head.
Insane me: What a perfect way to have all the pairings that people voted for – and then some. laughs manically
Rational me: But what about all the stuff I've already got planned? The multiple romantic/ sexy scenes? The chapters with all the other rival school players? The final one-liner gag? You're not going to make me waste all of that for some gratuitous sex orgy, are you?
Insane me: Hey! What's wrong with gratuitous sex orgies? pouts
Rational me: Well… Nothing really... scratches head It's just that I've spent so much time plotting everything out…
Insane me: No fair! You never let me have any fun! tears forming
Rational me: All right, all right! Fine, you can post your orgy. I can always pretend it's an exercise to practice writing scenes with multiple partners and actions… But -- glares -- it'll be all your fault if people stop reading the rest of the fic!
Insane me: Nyah! does little dance of joy and begins chanting Or-gy! Or-gy! Or-gy! Or-gy!
And there you have it. Not my fault. It's my evil split personality. And please do continue reading and reviewing… bows solemnly :-)
