Title: Intrigued: Unique
Author: Arithion
Rating: PG13 for this chapter, but it'll probably reach R at least
Genre: Drama, Angst, Yaoi, Romance
Pairing/Characters: will become FujiXSengoku
Chapter: Second (so much for the one shot /snicker
Summary: Fuji is intrigued... very intrigued by a certain orange haired, green eyed Lucky boy.
Warnings: I don't really think there are any for this chapter. It's the day after the Yamabuki match.
Intrigued:
Unique
Sengoku Kiyosumi watched the match between Akustu and Echizen with complete disinterest. He found his eyes constantly wondering over to the Seigaku prodigy, and a slight crease of concentration passed over his face. Fuji had watched him for that entire match. Not just for a little while, but every shot, every play, every movement that he'd made. The Yamabuki senior had felt those piercing eyes on him every step of the way.
Just what did it mean? That was the question the red-head had asked himself numerous times during and since the game. To top that off, he had no idea why Fuji had sought him out after the match. Well, that was a lie... and lying brought bad luck...which was one thing Sengoku didn't want. He really did know why Fuji sought him out, or at least he thought he did.
It seemed that Fuji was interested, and although Sengoku would have liked to think that it was because of his tennis, he knew that it wasn't. Well, to be honest, he knew that tennis was a part of it, but Fuji's interest couldn't just be concerning that... at least not after the conversation they'd had.
But when he really thought about it, what had their conversation really said? Not much on the surface, that was for sure. Sengoku prided himself in being able to read between the lines, and he was fairly certain he'd read well. He stretched, a little frustrated. All he knew was that he'd made a 'date' to play tennis with the prodigy... or at least to play with the prodigy. Kiyosumi wasn't too sure that he liked the implications of that conversation that weren't to do with tennis.
So did he like those implications? His mind harped on every word they'd spoken, as his eyes tried to bore holes into Fuji Syusuke's back and see what true intentions the Seigaku regular had. It was to no avail, he had to rely on his own thoughts and deviations.
He smirked... deviations indeed. Just what did Fuji Syusuke want from him... expect from him? He wondered if the other boy had clear intentions or if he was just waiting to see. In any case, Sengoku's interest was woken. It had been for a while, but then the Seigaku prodigy was of interest to anyone who played tennis in the region. Kiyosumi smiled. He was pretty sure that his own interest in Fuji... didn't just stem from tennis. The Yamabuki regular shrugged...his only need was for something... attractive. He smirked.
Pushing himself away from the tree he was still leaning against, Sengoku made his way over to the courts, to watch the game more closely... and maybe, just maybe observe Fuji's reactions that little bit closer. After all, it never hurt to know your opponent. Luck liked having a little help occasionally.
And Sengoku was nothing if not lucky.
#*#
Fuji smiled as Echizen dropped the last shot over the net. He'd expected as much from the boy that Tezuka had pinned the future hopes of Seigaku on. So it didn't really come as a surprise to him. The prodigy forced himself not to look around the courts, because he could feel those eyes still watching him...they had been for the majority of the game. It made him smile even more as he congratulated his team mate.
Everyone began to make their way home or to wherever they were going, but Fuji headed back to the tree from earlier. His assumption proved correct. Sengoku was leaning against the same tree that he had been earlier that afternoon. But this time there was one difference.
Sengoku Kiyosumi was looking directly at Fuji as the prodigy approached. People very rarely looked directly at Fuji.
The look was thoughtful, curious and mischievous all rolled into one. And all it did was intrigue Fuji more. The sun was setting, its crimson rays reflecting off Sengoku's hair like red droplets of blood. Fuji smiled, a tinge of the predator leaking into it... maybe his imagination was a little too vivid, but he liked it that way. It let the imagery of the sunset run rampant in his mind. Just like the prodigy suddenly felt like losing his own control for once.
Maybe he'd surprise himself.
He approached the other boy, smile still fixed to his face, and stopped just short of Sengoku. Only a few inches separated them. "Now seems like an appropriate time..."
Sengoku smiled. "Appropriate time ... to play? Tennis?"
Fuji continued to smile, but opened his eyes slightly. "Why of course...unless..." and he closed the distance between them, "you don't want to anymore..." His voice had dropped to a whisper and he felt the warmth of his own breath echo off Sengoku's skin. Fuji was close enough to touch, to reach forward, to claim...but he needed a sign that it was welcome. Sadistic as he might sometimes be, Fuji wouldn't push himself on another.
Sengoku's eyes fluttered closed. The breath he drew was shaky, and his cheeks coloured a pretty pink that clashed with his hair. Those green eyes opened and looked directly into Fuji's. Without wavering, his voice teasingly light, he spoke in a husky tone. "Oh, I'd like to play...but I've had enough of tennis for one day." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Did you have anything else in mind?"
Fuji chuckled and leaned forward, his lips brushing the other boy's as he spoke. "I have many things in mind..."
Any response by Sengoku was cut off as Fuji's lips pressed down on his own. The kiss was exploratory, curious... and yet needing. Gentle at first, probing...a light flick of Fuji's tongue over Sengoku's lips teased, before the prodigy pulled back to look into the taller boys eyes. All traces of Fuji's smile were gone, and his eyes held only a curious hunger...that burning need to know, to discover, to own.
Kiyosumi felt like he was falling. The idle thought floated through his rather dazed mind, that it was no wonder Fuji didn't show his eyes often. He needed a permit for them, they were lethal. That look in those eyes brought him back to his senses quickly, but he still felt that if he drowned in them...he'd die happy.
"Serious, Fuji?" Sengoku hadn't realised he was short of breath... and the words he spoke were barely audible.
Fuji cocked his head to one side, bringing one hand up to brush briefly over the other boy's cheek. Turquoise eyes grew distant, before focusing on Sengoku once more with intensity. "Somewhat." He paused... as if deciding what to say. "You ... intrigue me..."
The way Fuji spoke made Sengoku shiver involuntarily, and the red-head couldn't decide if the shiver was one of anticipation...or fear. All in all though, it didn't matter... it was exhilarating. If there was one thing Sengoku liked... it was excitement. Something in the back of his mind warned him about taking risks. But in that instant, in those eyes boring into his very soul, Sengoku decided that taking this one risk was worth it... or perhaps... being taken by this one risk was worth it.
So Sengoku smiled at Fuji. "Intriguing is good. I can be lots of things..." the tone of his voice was suggestive, and so low, it vibrated, "but I think intriguing is one of the most flattering I've heard. I've been called a lot of things."
Fuji laughed, his breath escaping in a light breeze, making Sengoku's bangs sway ever so slightly. "Oh, I bet you have..." He pushed orange hair out of the way of green eyes, studying the boy in front of him quizzically. The urge to know more, to feel more... to possess the one in front of him was stronger than Fuji had ever felt before. Perhaps it was because it was the first time he'd given into his itch.
His lips once more brushing the Yamabuki regular's, Fuji spoke, his voice a low husky tenor. "Personally, I'd prefer to hear you call out..."
The kiss this time was challenging, demanding, and yet controlling. Fuji led; one hand next to Sengoku's head, the other clutching through the bright orange mess of hair to make sure those lips didn't escape him.
But the other boy had no intention of pulling away; in fact, he opened his lips welcoming Fuji into his mouth. A soft moan escaped each of them, as Fuji pushed himself against the Yamabuki regular. The bark was hard against Sengoku's back, but he didn't care. There was a fire in his groin, a need...and maybe the sliver of realisation, which he pushed to the back of his mind... not yet ready to deal with it.
Fuji's fingers gripped the other boy's head firmly, leaving no room to breathe, as if trying to devour him. His fingers touched the harsh bark, and slowly wandered down to touch Sengoku's shoulder. He held tightly, pushing himself against the other boy, trying to feel every part of him, as if he wanted to merge with him. The need was greater, almost insatiable now that he had finally given himself free reign.
Fuji almost scared himself... just not quite. Instead, he grinned into the kiss, his tongue still mapping out every crevice in Sengoku's mouth. The prodigy could feel the other boy struggling for breath, as he was for his own, and still he persisted in the kiss.
When he finally broke away, they both drew gasping breaths to fill depleted supplies, their heated gazes not leaving another for even an instant. Their breathing calmed a little, that heightened state of dizziness falling away, the clouded eyes clearing slowly of their lust.
Sengoku smirked. "Interesting tennis..."
Fuji chuckled. "Just a different way to play..." He pushed fawny bangs out of his eyes, and looked up to meet the green depths looking at him curiously. "Still on for that match?"
The Yamabuki senior looked slightly taken aback, but covered it well. "Sure. Name the place and the time."
"Tomorrow, after training, street courts."
Sengoku smiled readily, winking at Fuji. "Be sure to bring your racket and the balls."
Turquoise eyes sparkled with mirth... and something else that Sengoku couldn't quite define. "Ahhh, definitely. The balls..."
A gentle blush covered Kiyosumi's cheeks briefly before he recovered. "I'll bring the refreshments." He picked up his bags and slung them over his shoulder. Fuji's next words made him look up, once more in surprise.
"Don't forget the dessert..."
Sengoku grinned, a thousand different thoughts flitting through his head. "Of course! It's my favourite part of any meal." He made sure he accented the phrasing as suggestively as possible. Not waiting for a reply, he cheekily blew a kiss to the smiling prodigy, turned and left.
Fuji smiled as he watched Sengoku walk away, but it was a reckless smile, full of danger and excitement at something new. New things always interested him... they always made him want more.
Oh, and how he wanted more.
~~**~~
Author: Arithion
Rating: PG13 for this chapter, but it'll probably reach R at least
Genre: Drama, Angst, Yaoi, Romance
Pairing/Characters: will become FujiXSengoku
Chapter: Second (so much for the one shot /snicker
Summary: Fuji is intrigued... very intrigued by a certain orange haired, green eyed Lucky boy.
Warnings: I don't really think there are any for this chapter. It's the day after the Yamabuki match.
Intrigued:
Unique
Sengoku Kiyosumi watched the match between Akustu and Echizen with complete disinterest. He found his eyes constantly wondering over to the Seigaku prodigy, and a slight crease of concentration passed over his face. Fuji had watched him for that entire match. Not just for a little while, but every shot, every play, every movement that he'd made. The Yamabuki senior had felt those piercing eyes on him every step of the way.
Just what did it mean? That was the question the red-head had asked himself numerous times during and since the game. To top that off, he had no idea why Fuji had sought him out after the match. Well, that was a lie... and lying brought bad luck...which was one thing Sengoku didn't want. He really did know why Fuji sought him out, or at least he thought he did.
It seemed that Fuji was interested, and although Sengoku would have liked to think that it was because of his tennis, he knew that it wasn't. Well, to be honest, he knew that tennis was a part of it, but Fuji's interest couldn't just be concerning that... at least not after the conversation they'd had.
But when he really thought about it, what had their conversation really said? Not much on the surface, that was for sure. Sengoku prided himself in being able to read between the lines, and he was fairly certain he'd read well. He stretched, a little frustrated. All he knew was that he'd made a 'date' to play tennis with the prodigy... or at least to play with the prodigy. Kiyosumi wasn't too sure that he liked the implications of that conversation that weren't to do with tennis.
So did he like those implications? His mind harped on every word they'd spoken, as his eyes tried to bore holes into Fuji Syusuke's back and see what true intentions the Seigaku regular had. It was to no avail, he had to rely on his own thoughts and deviations.
He smirked... deviations indeed. Just what did Fuji Syusuke want from him... expect from him? He wondered if the other boy had clear intentions or if he was just waiting to see. In any case, Sengoku's interest was woken. It had been for a while, but then the Seigaku prodigy was of interest to anyone who played tennis in the region. Kiyosumi smiled. He was pretty sure that his own interest in Fuji... didn't just stem from tennis. The Yamabuki regular shrugged...his only need was for something... attractive. He smirked.
Pushing himself away from the tree he was still leaning against, Sengoku made his way over to the courts, to watch the game more closely... and maybe, just maybe observe Fuji's reactions that little bit closer. After all, it never hurt to know your opponent. Luck liked having a little help occasionally.
And Sengoku was nothing if not lucky.
#*#
Fuji smiled as Echizen dropped the last shot over the net. He'd expected as much from the boy that Tezuka had pinned the future hopes of Seigaku on. So it didn't really come as a surprise to him. The prodigy forced himself not to look around the courts, because he could feel those eyes still watching him...they had been for the majority of the game. It made him smile even more as he congratulated his team mate.
Everyone began to make their way home or to wherever they were going, but Fuji headed back to the tree from earlier. His assumption proved correct. Sengoku was leaning against the same tree that he had been earlier that afternoon. But this time there was one difference.
Sengoku Kiyosumi was looking directly at Fuji as the prodigy approached. People very rarely looked directly at Fuji.
The look was thoughtful, curious and mischievous all rolled into one. And all it did was intrigue Fuji more. The sun was setting, its crimson rays reflecting off Sengoku's hair like red droplets of blood. Fuji smiled, a tinge of the predator leaking into it... maybe his imagination was a little too vivid, but he liked it that way. It let the imagery of the sunset run rampant in his mind. Just like the prodigy suddenly felt like losing his own control for once.
Maybe he'd surprise himself.
He approached the other boy, smile still fixed to his face, and stopped just short of Sengoku. Only a few inches separated them. "Now seems like an appropriate time..."
Sengoku smiled. "Appropriate time ... to play? Tennis?"
Fuji continued to smile, but opened his eyes slightly. "Why of course...unless..." and he closed the distance between them, "you don't want to anymore..." His voice had dropped to a whisper and he felt the warmth of his own breath echo off Sengoku's skin. Fuji was close enough to touch, to reach forward, to claim...but he needed a sign that it was welcome. Sadistic as he might sometimes be, Fuji wouldn't push himself on another.
Sengoku's eyes fluttered closed. The breath he drew was shaky, and his cheeks coloured a pretty pink that clashed with his hair. Those green eyes opened and looked directly into Fuji's. Without wavering, his voice teasingly light, he spoke in a husky tone. "Oh, I'd like to play...but I've had enough of tennis for one day." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Did you have anything else in mind?"
Fuji chuckled and leaned forward, his lips brushing the other boy's as he spoke. "I have many things in mind..."
Any response by Sengoku was cut off as Fuji's lips pressed down on his own. The kiss was exploratory, curious... and yet needing. Gentle at first, probing...a light flick of Fuji's tongue over Sengoku's lips teased, before the prodigy pulled back to look into the taller boys eyes. All traces of Fuji's smile were gone, and his eyes held only a curious hunger...that burning need to know, to discover, to own.
Kiyosumi felt like he was falling. The idle thought floated through his rather dazed mind, that it was no wonder Fuji didn't show his eyes often. He needed a permit for them, they were lethal. That look in those eyes brought him back to his senses quickly, but he still felt that if he drowned in them...he'd die happy.
"Serious, Fuji?" Sengoku hadn't realised he was short of breath... and the words he spoke were barely audible.
Fuji cocked his head to one side, bringing one hand up to brush briefly over the other boy's cheek. Turquoise eyes grew distant, before focusing on Sengoku once more with intensity. "Somewhat." He paused... as if deciding what to say. "You ... intrigue me..."
The way Fuji spoke made Sengoku shiver involuntarily, and the red-head couldn't decide if the shiver was one of anticipation...or fear. All in all though, it didn't matter... it was exhilarating. If there was one thing Sengoku liked... it was excitement. Something in the back of his mind warned him about taking risks. But in that instant, in those eyes boring into his very soul, Sengoku decided that taking this one risk was worth it... or perhaps... being taken by this one risk was worth it.
So Sengoku smiled at Fuji. "Intriguing is good. I can be lots of things..." the tone of his voice was suggestive, and so low, it vibrated, "but I think intriguing is one of the most flattering I've heard. I've been called a lot of things."
Fuji laughed, his breath escaping in a light breeze, making Sengoku's bangs sway ever so slightly. "Oh, I bet you have..." He pushed orange hair out of the way of green eyes, studying the boy in front of him quizzically. The urge to know more, to feel more... to possess the one in front of him was stronger than Fuji had ever felt before. Perhaps it was because it was the first time he'd given into his itch.
His lips once more brushing the Yamabuki regular's, Fuji spoke, his voice a low husky tenor. "Personally, I'd prefer to hear you call out..."
The kiss this time was challenging, demanding, and yet controlling. Fuji led; one hand next to Sengoku's head, the other clutching through the bright orange mess of hair to make sure those lips didn't escape him.
But the other boy had no intention of pulling away; in fact, he opened his lips welcoming Fuji into his mouth. A soft moan escaped each of them, as Fuji pushed himself against the Yamabuki regular. The bark was hard against Sengoku's back, but he didn't care. There was a fire in his groin, a need...and maybe the sliver of realisation, which he pushed to the back of his mind... not yet ready to deal with it.
Fuji's fingers gripped the other boy's head firmly, leaving no room to breathe, as if trying to devour him. His fingers touched the harsh bark, and slowly wandered down to touch Sengoku's shoulder. He held tightly, pushing himself against the other boy, trying to feel every part of him, as if he wanted to merge with him. The need was greater, almost insatiable now that he had finally given himself free reign.
Fuji almost scared himself... just not quite. Instead, he grinned into the kiss, his tongue still mapping out every crevice in Sengoku's mouth. The prodigy could feel the other boy struggling for breath, as he was for his own, and still he persisted in the kiss.
When he finally broke away, they both drew gasping breaths to fill depleted supplies, their heated gazes not leaving another for even an instant. Their breathing calmed a little, that heightened state of dizziness falling away, the clouded eyes clearing slowly of their lust.
Sengoku smirked. "Interesting tennis..."
Fuji chuckled. "Just a different way to play..." He pushed fawny bangs out of his eyes, and looked up to meet the green depths looking at him curiously. "Still on for that match?"
The Yamabuki senior looked slightly taken aback, but covered it well. "Sure. Name the place and the time."
"Tomorrow, after training, street courts."
Sengoku smiled readily, winking at Fuji. "Be sure to bring your racket and the balls."
Turquoise eyes sparkled with mirth... and something else that Sengoku couldn't quite define. "Ahhh, definitely. The balls..."
A gentle blush covered Kiyosumi's cheeks briefly before he recovered. "I'll bring the refreshments." He picked up his bags and slung them over his shoulder. Fuji's next words made him look up, once more in surprise.
"Don't forget the dessert..."
Sengoku grinned, a thousand different thoughts flitting through his head. "Of course! It's my favourite part of any meal." He made sure he accented the phrasing as suggestively as possible. Not waiting for a reply, he cheekily blew a kiss to the smiling prodigy, turned and left.
Fuji smiled as he watched Sengoku walk away, but it was a reckless smile, full of danger and excitement at something new. New things always interested him... they always made him want more.
Oh, and how he wanted more.
~~**~~
