Title: Intrigued: Twilight
Author: Arithion
Rating: This chapter is PG13. The overall story is R
Genre: Drama, Angst, Yaoi, Romance
Pairing/Characters: FujixSengoku
Chapter: Four
Summary: Fuji is intrigued... very intrigued by a certain orange haired, green eyed Lucky boy.
Warnings: Snogging dost occur in this chapter!
Notes: Big glomp to Mal for giving a beta and hugs to zerotwofan hope you enjoy it.
Intrigued:
Twilight
The light was fading, but the grin on Sengoku's face only grew brighter. Fuji was right... the prodigy was definitely going to win. The Yamabuki regular realised that with his first serve in the second game...when Fuji returned his Kohou. Nevertheless, Kiyosumi wasn't about to give up without a fight. And in the process, he wanted to give Fuji Syusuke hell, purely because he could... and it was fun.
When the next return of Sengoku's serve came, he managed to get to the ball, just not to return it accurately. His flippant reply seemed to spark something in the prodigy's eyes that sent a tingle, yet again, down the red- head's spine. "Ooops! That hit was a little off. Might have to try harder next time." And he laughed. Oh, yes, he was definitely skating on thin ice, he knew it and he revelled in it.
That feeling of danger translated into one of fun for him. He enjoyed the feeling he got when those turquoise eyes came to rest on him, however brief a time it may be. They were full of questions, challenges, and promises that whispered themselves to Sengoku only to fade into others before he could quite grasp them. There was something else in those eyes... something darker, threatening to pull him in. He'd never been so tempted in his life to just jump without looking.
The match fell into a blur for him. With every stroke of the racket he felt like Fuji was seeing into him, seeing through him. It made Sengoku wary... and yet somehow... exhilarated. Every impact of the ball throbbed along his arm, heightening the vibrations his mind was already sending through his body. He played like he'd never played before...letting the tennis breath life into him...sustain him. He wouldn't recall later any of the comments he uttered, for they were not the center of his attention.
Those eyes focused on him all too frequently for a game of tennis, but he didn't care. Sengoku lost track of the points and lost track of the games. He concentrated on making Fuji's expression change, because that was a challenge in and of itself. The smile disappeared a couple of times, followed closely by wide eyed shock for all of a split second. The Yamabuki Senior chalked those points up as his own, regardless of how the play panned out.
In his own little way, Sengoku was winning... at least, winning the game he was playing.
#*#
Fuji placed every shot with care, wanting to see how far he could push the other boy, needing to know just how much of a challenge Sengoku really would be for him. He knew it was somewhat absurd to use tennis as the measuring stick, but it was what Fuji understood well, and it would have to do for a start.
Didn't everything need a starting place? Very few things existed in a continuous circle, and therefore most things had to begin somewhere, evolve and end at another stage. Fuji was curious to know just what stage this was at.
One game up already, Fuji returned Sengoku's first serve accurately, which was something the other boy obviously wasn't expecting. It made Fuji smirk, and after that he found himself lending an inordinate amount of time to watching the other boy while they played.
The flippant comment from the other player startled Fuji out of his thoughts for a second, and he almost scowled at the other boy. That attitude, the stance... the entire way that Sengoku's personality oozed from every pore of his body, made Fuji want to reach out and claim it. Fuji didn't understand that kind of person. He could see no clear motives for anything, could derive no apparent reason for the way the Yamabuki senior held himself, or for that smile that showed so much... and yet nothing at all.
Every time he looked at the orange haired boy, Fuji saw a glimpse of something else. Sengoku became easier to see, and yet harder to define with every minute that passed. More and more pieces of the other boy's personality fell into the prodigy's lap, and yet... he couldn't piece them together. It made him long to fit them together just so he could be the one who had. Just so he could be the one with the key to break it all apart again.
In the back of his mind, Fuji kept track of the score, but his foremost thoughts were focused on many other things. He watched the way Sengoku moved when he chased the ball, the expressions that flitted over his face and the way he could follow motion so easily.
The Yamabuki teenager surprised Fuji more than once by reaching a shot that Fuji hadn't expected him to get, or by placing a shot that Fuji hadn't seen coming. It was by no means an easy match, and that made Fuji think perhaps more than anything else. This person could bring him to put an effort into his game. Granted, it wasn't the full blown out effort that Fuji needed to use against a certain captain, but it was significant effort nevertheless.
There was much more to Sengoku than met the eyes. Fuji knew he hadn't been wrong in that assumption, and it pleased him. He wasn't in the habit of wasting his time with things that held no interest value. The Yamabuki regular smiled up at Fuji, meeting his eyes briefly. There was a challenge in them, something that told the prodigy that despite the score, Sengoku didn't feel like he was losing.
And that just made Fuji's smile widen.
He made the Yamabuki regular work hard for every point he won. Still, the match wasn't as easy as Fuji would have thought, or expected. He smiled, eyes open wide. Things were proving interesting. A couple of shots elicited smart assed remarks from the orange haired boy, only to be ignored by the prodigy in favour of finishing the match.
Match point found Fuji with a sheen of sweat covering his body and a wide grin on his face. He turned it into a smirk and let his eyes briefly connect with Sengoku's. Raising his hand in a mock salute, Fuji brought it down and, spinning the ball, let it fall. An underarm sweep picked the ball up and hammered it over the net.
He could see Sengoku laughing before he blinked with astonishment on his face, as the ball turned invisible. The orange head turned sharply in the direction of the ball, but a split second before it bounced on the ground. It made Fuji realise just how well Sengoku could track movement. Green eyes whirled back to look at Fuji, questions alive in them. But the prodigy just continued to smile that knowing smile.
"What the hell was that?!" there was excitement mixed with disbelief in Sengoku's voice.
Fuji chuckled softly. "Ahhh. That was 6 : 3 I believe. Set and match are mine."
Kiyosumi seemed somewhat distracted by the now still ball. "But, the ... ball..." He cocked his head to one side and grinned suddenly pulling himself back together. "Set and match are yours?" He approached the net, standing with his body flush against it. His voice lowered, a husky undertone entering it. "And just what does the winner get?"
Syusuke seemed absorbed in adjusting his strings as he slowly approached the net too. When he reached it, turquoise eyes opened and gazed at Sengoku with an intensity that made the taller boy's alarms sound. Yet he returned the stare, with one filled with promises whispered on the night air if only Fuji would listen.
The prodigy was now standing just inches away from Sengoku, his body close enough to feel the warmth vibrating from him. When he spoke, Sengoku had to strain to hear the words, they were so soft... as if floating on the light breeze that made their hair almost dance in it.
"The winner gets... what he wants..."
Warm breath reached Sengoku's face, brushing over it in something akin to a caress. His eyes fluttered closed briefly, but opened straight away when he felt that warmth recede. He tracked the prodigy's back as he made his way over to their bags to replace his tennis racket, but Sengoku stayed where he was. Not sure what Fuji's game was, the Yamabuki senior was definitely not going to make anything easy on him.
Fuji turned around, the smile gone from his face...eyes holding a level of seriousness that spoke of a hunger Sengoku didn't know if he should encourage. But damned if he didn't want to. Each step the prodigy took towards him left less of a chance for Sengoku to back out of the game. His decision made, he looked in those eyes, letting himself be swept away to the extent that he barely registered when it was that Fuji stopped in front of him... the net no longer in the way.
The red-head blinked as Fuji lowered his eyes and gently took the racket out of his hands...letting it clatter to the ground. Sengoku swallowed shallowly, feeling the presence of the prodigy acutely. Teasing lilt in place, he fought to keep his concentration to maintain his end of the court. "The winner takes it all, eh?" His voice came out low...huskier than he would have thought.
Fuji chuckled dryly, sending shivers shooting up Kiyosumi's spine. "Since you're offering..."
One hand worked its way around the back of Sengoku's head, gently massaging where it met his neck, as the other hand came to rest lightly on his hip. The Yamabuki regular absently noticed that it had gotten rather dark, before breath whispered over his cheek when Fuji spoke to him.
"Are you offering?" There was weight to those words... as if they were extremely important. Fuji was giving Sengoku one more exit... one more chance to change his mind.
But where would the fun be in backing out? The smile that spread over Sengoku's face was alluring...inviting...but still hiding so much. Neither of them were about to give the other any leverage over himself. It made the game all the more tangible...all the more potent.
Instead of answering verbally, Sengoku moved his lips just that fraction needed to brush Fuji's own slightly parted ones and breathed into his mouth as their lips touched. "Yes..."
Fuji needed no further encouragement. His tongue flicked out, caressing Sengoku's bottom lip, before pushing inside. The kiss sought, on both sides... feeling out more than just each other's mouths. They reacted to each other, bodies pressing closer together as the kiss deepened. Sengoku's hands gripped lightly on either side of Fuji's shirt, while the prodigy held Kiyosumi's face with his hands, as if making sure that he wouldn't escape. They grew short of breath, pulling away but briefly to breathe, before closing the distance once more.
Syusuke's hunger took over, and he barely kept it in check. His grip tightened and slipped down to hold Sengoku's arms to his sides while he sought out the red-head's mouth once more. He could feel the slightly taller boy shudder under his hold and smiled into the kiss. His lips moved to the side, nipping a trail down to the other boy's neck, causing Kiyosumi to lean further into him. One arm slipped to Sengoku's back, holding him close as Fuji reached the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
A loud gasp escaped the Yamabuki senior as Fuji bit down, quickly covering the sting with a plethora of kisses. Another groan made Fuji chuckle a little, as he realised he was supporting most of Sengoku's weight on his own slender frame.
Pulling away slightly, Fuji looked at Kiyosumi. His head was thrown back, waves of orange hair blowing gently in the breeze, lips slightly swollen, and a look of pure dazed lust on his face. Fuji's eyes narrowed slightly... wondering...contemplating.
Slowly, Sengoku seemed to realise that Fuji was watching him. He smiled a lazy smile at the prodigy and raised his unconfined hand to his neck, placing it gingerly where Fuji had bitten. The smile changed...becoming slightly calculating, but mostly tempting.
It made Syusuke smile too. "You're kissing a boy."
Sengoku raised an eyebrow. "I noticed that..."
Fuji chuckled, grip still remaining firm. "I seem to remember you drooling after the girls in our tennis club..." There was no mirth in those turquoise eyes, only a wariness that was almost painful after the intensity of that kiss.
The Yamabuki regular shrugged slightly, soft green eyes catching Fuji's and holding the gaze there. "I like attractive people... people who... attract me. Girls just usually seem to be... attractive. It doesn't mean they're all that attract me."
Fuji blinked, as if digesting the words. The corners of his mouth twitched a little – a ghost of a smile. "Attract ...Are you a magnet?"
Sengoku laughed. A deep sound, that vibrated pleasantly against Fuji's body. "Like I said...I can be many things." He leaned towards Fuji, resting his forehead against the prodigy's. His voice was soft as he spoke. "Wouldn't it be more fun to find out for yourself?"
A small chuckle escaped the prodigy and he only muttered one barely audible word before honing in on a kiss once more. "Definitely."
Author: Arithion
Rating: This chapter is PG13. The overall story is R
Genre: Drama, Angst, Yaoi, Romance
Pairing/Characters: FujixSengoku
Chapter: Four
Summary: Fuji is intrigued... very intrigued by a certain orange haired, green eyed Lucky boy.
Warnings: Snogging dost occur in this chapter!
Notes: Big glomp to Mal for giving a beta and hugs to zerotwofan hope you enjoy it.
Intrigued:
Twilight
The light was fading, but the grin on Sengoku's face only grew brighter. Fuji was right... the prodigy was definitely going to win. The Yamabuki regular realised that with his first serve in the second game...when Fuji returned his Kohou. Nevertheless, Kiyosumi wasn't about to give up without a fight. And in the process, he wanted to give Fuji Syusuke hell, purely because he could... and it was fun.
When the next return of Sengoku's serve came, he managed to get to the ball, just not to return it accurately. His flippant reply seemed to spark something in the prodigy's eyes that sent a tingle, yet again, down the red- head's spine. "Ooops! That hit was a little off. Might have to try harder next time." And he laughed. Oh, yes, he was definitely skating on thin ice, he knew it and he revelled in it.
That feeling of danger translated into one of fun for him. He enjoyed the feeling he got when those turquoise eyes came to rest on him, however brief a time it may be. They were full of questions, challenges, and promises that whispered themselves to Sengoku only to fade into others before he could quite grasp them. There was something else in those eyes... something darker, threatening to pull him in. He'd never been so tempted in his life to just jump without looking.
The match fell into a blur for him. With every stroke of the racket he felt like Fuji was seeing into him, seeing through him. It made Sengoku wary... and yet somehow... exhilarated. Every impact of the ball throbbed along his arm, heightening the vibrations his mind was already sending through his body. He played like he'd never played before...letting the tennis breath life into him...sustain him. He wouldn't recall later any of the comments he uttered, for they were not the center of his attention.
Those eyes focused on him all too frequently for a game of tennis, but he didn't care. Sengoku lost track of the points and lost track of the games. He concentrated on making Fuji's expression change, because that was a challenge in and of itself. The smile disappeared a couple of times, followed closely by wide eyed shock for all of a split second. The Yamabuki Senior chalked those points up as his own, regardless of how the play panned out.
In his own little way, Sengoku was winning... at least, winning the game he was playing.
#*#
Fuji placed every shot with care, wanting to see how far he could push the other boy, needing to know just how much of a challenge Sengoku really would be for him. He knew it was somewhat absurd to use tennis as the measuring stick, but it was what Fuji understood well, and it would have to do for a start.
Didn't everything need a starting place? Very few things existed in a continuous circle, and therefore most things had to begin somewhere, evolve and end at another stage. Fuji was curious to know just what stage this was at.
One game up already, Fuji returned Sengoku's first serve accurately, which was something the other boy obviously wasn't expecting. It made Fuji smirk, and after that he found himself lending an inordinate amount of time to watching the other boy while they played.
The flippant comment from the other player startled Fuji out of his thoughts for a second, and he almost scowled at the other boy. That attitude, the stance... the entire way that Sengoku's personality oozed from every pore of his body, made Fuji want to reach out and claim it. Fuji didn't understand that kind of person. He could see no clear motives for anything, could derive no apparent reason for the way the Yamabuki senior held himself, or for that smile that showed so much... and yet nothing at all.
Every time he looked at the orange haired boy, Fuji saw a glimpse of something else. Sengoku became easier to see, and yet harder to define with every minute that passed. More and more pieces of the other boy's personality fell into the prodigy's lap, and yet... he couldn't piece them together. It made him long to fit them together just so he could be the one who had. Just so he could be the one with the key to break it all apart again.
In the back of his mind, Fuji kept track of the score, but his foremost thoughts were focused on many other things. He watched the way Sengoku moved when he chased the ball, the expressions that flitted over his face and the way he could follow motion so easily.
The Yamabuki teenager surprised Fuji more than once by reaching a shot that Fuji hadn't expected him to get, or by placing a shot that Fuji hadn't seen coming. It was by no means an easy match, and that made Fuji think perhaps more than anything else. This person could bring him to put an effort into his game. Granted, it wasn't the full blown out effort that Fuji needed to use against a certain captain, but it was significant effort nevertheless.
There was much more to Sengoku than met the eyes. Fuji knew he hadn't been wrong in that assumption, and it pleased him. He wasn't in the habit of wasting his time with things that held no interest value. The Yamabuki regular smiled up at Fuji, meeting his eyes briefly. There was a challenge in them, something that told the prodigy that despite the score, Sengoku didn't feel like he was losing.
And that just made Fuji's smile widen.
He made the Yamabuki regular work hard for every point he won. Still, the match wasn't as easy as Fuji would have thought, or expected. He smiled, eyes open wide. Things were proving interesting. A couple of shots elicited smart assed remarks from the orange haired boy, only to be ignored by the prodigy in favour of finishing the match.
Match point found Fuji with a sheen of sweat covering his body and a wide grin on his face. He turned it into a smirk and let his eyes briefly connect with Sengoku's. Raising his hand in a mock salute, Fuji brought it down and, spinning the ball, let it fall. An underarm sweep picked the ball up and hammered it over the net.
He could see Sengoku laughing before he blinked with astonishment on his face, as the ball turned invisible. The orange head turned sharply in the direction of the ball, but a split second before it bounced on the ground. It made Fuji realise just how well Sengoku could track movement. Green eyes whirled back to look at Fuji, questions alive in them. But the prodigy just continued to smile that knowing smile.
"What the hell was that?!" there was excitement mixed with disbelief in Sengoku's voice.
Fuji chuckled softly. "Ahhh. That was 6 : 3 I believe. Set and match are mine."
Kiyosumi seemed somewhat distracted by the now still ball. "But, the ... ball..." He cocked his head to one side and grinned suddenly pulling himself back together. "Set and match are yours?" He approached the net, standing with his body flush against it. His voice lowered, a husky undertone entering it. "And just what does the winner get?"
Syusuke seemed absorbed in adjusting his strings as he slowly approached the net too. When he reached it, turquoise eyes opened and gazed at Sengoku with an intensity that made the taller boy's alarms sound. Yet he returned the stare, with one filled with promises whispered on the night air if only Fuji would listen.
The prodigy was now standing just inches away from Sengoku, his body close enough to feel the warmth vibrating from him. When he spoke, Sengoku had to strain to hear the words, they were so soft... as if floating on the light breeze that made their hair almost dance in it.
"The winner gets... what he wants..."
Warm breath reached Sengoku's face, brushing over it in something akin to a caress. His eyes fluttered closed briefly, but opened straight away when he felt that warmth recede. He tracked the prodigy's back as he made his way over to their bags to replace his tennis racket, but Sengoku stayed where he was. Not sure what Fuji's game was, the Yamabuki senior was definitely not going to make anything easy on him.
Fuji turned around, the smile gone from his face...eyes holding a level of seriousness that spoke of a hunger Sengoku didn't know if he should encourage. But damned if he didn't want to. Each step the prodigy took towards him left less of a chance for Sengoku to back out of the game. His decision made, he looked in those eyes, letting himself be swept away to the extent that he barely registered when it was that Fuji stopped in front of him... the net no longer in the way.
The red-head blinked as Fuji lowered his eyes and gently took the racket out of his hands...letting it clatter to the ground. Sengoku swallowed shallowly, feeling the presence of the prodigy acutely. Teasing lilt in place, he fought to keep his concentration to maintain his end of the court. "The winner takes it all, eh?" His voice came out low...huskier than he would have thought.
Fuji chuckled dryly, sending shivers shooting up Kiyosumi's spine. "Since you're offering..."
One hand worked its way around the back of Sengoku's head, gently massaging where it met his neck, as the other hand came to rest lightly on his hip. The Yamabuki regular absently noticed that it had gotten rather dark, before breath whispered over his cheek when Fuji spoke to him.
"Are you offering?" There was weight to those words... as if they were extremely important. Fuji was giving Sengoku one more exit... one more chance to change his mind.
But where would the fun be in backing out? The smile that spread over Sengoku's face was alluring...inviting...but still hiding so much. Neither of them were about to give the other any leverage over himself. It made the game all the more tangible...all the more potent.
Instead of answering verbally, Sengoku moved his lips just that fraction needed to brush Fuji's own slightly parted ones and breathed into his mouth as their lips touched. "Yes..."
Fuji needed no further encouragement. His tongue flicked out, caressing Sengoku's bottom lip, before pushing inside. The kiss sought, on both sides... feeling out more than just each other's mouths. They reacted to each other, bodies pressing closer together as the kiss deepened. Sengoku's hands gripped lightly on either side of Fuji's shirt, while the prodigy held Kiyosumi's face with his hands, as if making sure that he wouldn't escape. They grew short of breath, pulling away but briefly to breathe, before closing the distance once more.
Syusuke's hunger took over, and he barely kept it in check. His grip tightened and slipped down to hold Sengoku's arms to his sides while he sought out the red-head's mouth once more. He could feel the slightly taller boy shudder under his hold and smiled into the kiss. His lips moved to the side, nipping a trail down to the other boy's neck, causing Kiyosumi to lean further into him. One arm slipped to Sengoku's back, holding him close as Fuji reached the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
A loud gasp escaped the Yamabuki senior as Fuji bit down, quickly covering the sting with a plethora of kisses. Another groan made Fuji chuckle a little, as he realised he was supporting most of Sengoku's weight on his own slender frame.
Pulling away slightly, Fuji looked at Kiyosumi. His head was thrown back, waves of orange hair blowing gently in the breeze, lips slightly swollen, and a look of pure dazed lust on his face. Fuji's eyes narrowed slightly... wondering...contemplating.
Slowly, Sengoku seemed to realise that Fuji was watching him. He smiled a lazy smile at the prodigy and raised his unconfined hand to his neck, placing it gingerly where Fuji had bitten. The smile changed...becoming slightly calculating, but mostly tempting.
It made Syusuke smile too. "You're kissing a boy."
Sengoku raised an eyebrow. "I noticed that..."
Fuji chuckled, grip still remaining firm. "I seem to remember you drooling after the girls in our tennis club..." There was no mirth in those turquoise eyes, only a wariness that was almost painful after the intensity of that kiss.
The Yamabuki regular shrugged slightly, soft green eyes catching Fuji's and holding the gaze there. "I like attractive people... people who... attract me. Girls just usually seem to be... attractive. It doesn't mean they're all that attract me."
Fuji blinked, as if digesting the words. The corners of his mouth twitched a little – a ghost of a smile. "Attract ...Are you a magnet?"
Sengoku laughed. A deep sound, that vibrated pleasantly against Fuji's body. "Like I said...I can be many things." He leaned towards Fuji, resting his forehead against the prodigy's. His voice was soft as he spoke. "Wouldn't it be more fun to find out for yourself?"
A small chuckle escaped the prodigy and he only muttered one barely audible word before honing in on a kiss once more. "Definitely."
