A/N notes: OMG i'm back again!!

Disclaimer: sigh no, still haven't bought the rigths or whateva...

Warning: yaoi tam tam and probably some OOC-ness since they really don't belong to me or something...

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Chapter 3

Ryoma got back from Fuji's and crashed down on the bed, hopying it would swallow him.

Why, oh WHY was the world out to get him!?

The young tennis player didn't know how long he had lied there dwelling in angst and feeling depressed, when he heard knocks on his door.

"Go away!" he ordered, not at all amused. He just wanted to be left alone, so he could think about a way to act normally around Fuji again, get rid of the dreams he was sure that would start to haunt him again...and oh, there were just too many things to feel depressed about!

He heard the knocks again. Irritated he gave another bellow. "I said Go Away!!"

"Now I can't do that when I just walked all the way to your house to return your bag to you." a too familiar voice came.

Ryoma sat up fast on his bed and his eyes spotted Fuji in his doorway, smile on his face and Ryoma's tennis bag on his shoulder.

He stood up as Fuji closed the door and the tensai turned to face his newest victim.

"Domo." Ryoma mumbled receiving the bag and placing it against the wall.

Fuji studied the boy, letting out a blending smile when the shorter boy returned to stand where he stood in front of Fuji.

There was definitely awkwardness written on his kouhai's forehead, feeding Fuji's love to torture people.

"You're welcome." Fuji then said, letting his gaze sweep over the room and then return back to the other boy.

Ryoma didn't like the fact that it stayed a while longer on his bed before returning to him.

"You left in such a hurry..." he then heard the soft voice say, if he didn't know Fuji better he would have believed there was no trace of teasing or other meanings behind those words, but he knew Fuji well enough to know that his torture was just getting started.

"I had some stuff to do." Ryoma answered absent.

"Souka..." Fuji smiled. "It must've been very important for you to leave your tennis bag behind like that."

"It was."

"So I take it that it was nothing tennis related." Fuji remarked, the other boy glaring this time from under no cap.

"You know, you're cute without the cap, you should have it off more often."

The other boy continued glaring in silence. Fuji lifted a hand to stroke a black hair. "I mean, you have such a cute face..." leaning closer he added. "I would like to see it blush more often."

Ryoma became stiff as he felt Fuji's soft hair brush against his cheeks and Fuji's breath closing in.

The younger boy opened his mouth to say something a bit too late, feeling Fuji already crashing his lips on his and using the given opportunity to deepen the kiss. The tensai felt Ryoma make a sound of protest into his mouth, causing him to smirk and then wrap his arms around the boy's waist letting them rest on a very low place on his lower back.

Blushing Ryoma felt hands caress his hips and draw him closer. Silently he wondered what he could have done to make the prodigy act this way. He hadn't done anything that could make Fuji believe he wanted to be this way with him.

Fuji did not know about his dreams, or the fact that he had ran around in school looking for him, or that a part of him...a very tiny part inside of him...was actually enjoying this!

Was Fuji really able to reach that part of him and see him through? How much did his team mate really know about him?

"I was right," Fuji chuckled amused. "I knew I'd love to see you blush."

"Is that the reason for all of this?" the other boy muttered looking away, suddenly feeling Fuji's warm lips kiss his head.

"Find out for yourself." the older boy murmured into his hair.

Ryoma stiffened even more. "Fuji-senpai, I really have to continue on that important...thing I was gonna do..." ok, that was the most pathetic excuse so far..!

"But you said it before as if you were finished with it already." Fuji pointed out. Ryoma felt annoyed.

"Don't take everything so literally!!" he snaped, unable to think of a good reply to that. Whatever he said Fuji would still turn it against him.

Fuji chuckled. "Alright, I won't. I promise."

Ryoma gave him a determined look as to make sure they understood each other. He was quite proud of himself being able to control himself and hide his excitement so well...wait a second! Did he just refer to it as 'excitment'?!

The younger boy shook his head, only to earn an another amused look from his senpai.

"What?" was the cold reply.

"Nothing, Ryoma-kun." Fuji smiled an innocent smile, mocking his team mate. Fuji noted that Ryoma indeed did flinch to the fact that he had called him by his first name. He imagined he would stiffen even more (if it was possible that is) if Fuji would tell him he also knew that he had been seeking him in school. That was when Fuji clearly noticed that the boy had an affection with him. The blue-eyed boy was actually kinda flattered, but believed Ryoma's interest in him had originally started from tennis.

Tender lips gave Ryoma's head another soft kiss, before leaning down to his lips.

Not again!! Ryoma's mind screamed. He didn't know how much of this he could take before he would slip. He felt Fuji's lips nibble on his bottom lip asking for entrance, and Ryoma had to admit that for a split second he actually thought of letting Fuji in.

When Ryoma kept his mouth shut, Fuji slowly pulled apart and hid a smirk taking place on his lips.

"You're too cute." Fuji whispered softly before taking a steady grip on the other boy's hips and slowly, but surely moving the two of them the necessary few feet 'till Ryoma hit the bed and was once more seated in front of his senpai. "And so stubborn...I like it."

Never in his life had the younger boy felt so helpless. Strong hands pushed him to lie on the bed and a body was placing itself on top of him, with only the fabric clothes separating their skin.

Ryoma realized too late, when Fuji leaned in again for yet another kiss, that he had provoked his senpai to make him accidently open his mouth and let the tensai in. Terrified, Ryoma discovered two hands moving up from his thighs to his shirt and very slowly lifting it higher, revealing more and more of him.

Desperately the younger boy tried to get Fuji's attention to his mouth again by hesitatingly opening his mouth for the other boy to access. A warm tongue soon danced against his, provoking him into the game, and Ryoma noted that Fuji's hands were still caressing his torso under his shirt and every now and then lifting it even higher.

The smaller boy was determined to get Fuji to stop doing stuff that could make him react in an not so pleasant way, so he allowed his tongue to carefully respond against the other one's. Feeling Fuji jerk a little in surprise, he continued and was soon fighting with Fuji's tongue as if it was a match.

Fuji's hands were momentarily not moving very much anywhere, and it pleased Ryoma that he had succeeded in countering the tensai. But Fuji was still lying on top of him, assuring nightmares for the little boy, only parting a couple of inches every once in a while before placing them back again and always starting a new set of matches.

In a while the prodigy however seemed to have caught up, massaging Ryoma's upper body with his hands again and Ryoma tried to keep his mind straight from the pleasure he was receiving and come up with a new counter.

Lifting his arms from where they had lied next to him on the bed, he grabbed Fuji by the shoulders pulling him so close he couldn't move his arms in between their bodies anymore and was forced to plant them on Ryoma's sides instead.

Ryoma's unexpected move had even surprised Fuji who couldn't help, but let a soft chuckle escape into his kouhai's mouth.

Ryoma froze where he was lying under Fuji.

'Chotto.' his mind whispered to him. Was Fuji doing it on purpose?

Ryoma managed to push Fuji apart, breaking the kiss and stare into his open blue orbs that seemed to be savoring the amusement he got out of it all.

'Jerk.' Ryoma bit his teeth together. He had played him! He had played him to respond to his seduction! The boy felt a furious blush creep up his face. He had fallen straight into Fuji's trap!

"Well, I didn't play you literally..." the smiling tensai finally broke the heavy silence.

"..."

There was some knockings on the door. "Oi, it's getting late! Do you still have company there?" For the first time in his life Ryoma was glad to hear his father's voice.

Fuji moved up from where he was lying on top of Ryoma, offering Ryoma a hand. Ryoma hesitated, before accepting it and let Fuji pull him up to stand close to him. "Ja, I believe I should start leaving."

"Fuji-senpai, will it always be like this?" Ryoma then asked, earning a questioning look from his senpai.

"Hmm...maybe, if we'll continue getting interrupted like this." the answer was. "I'll see you tomorrow then." he leaned in and kissed the other boy's lips once more before departing.

Ryoma would never have told to anyone, but right now he was in need for a cold shower and some seriously hot chocolate...

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A/N : that was my fastest time getting inspired and writing a new chap after the second one so fast! phew!

please continue R&R, guys! i LUV u all already, and I'd still luv u if u would correct me in sumtin so feel free to speak your mind...after all, that's what i'm doin',ne?! Ja then