A/N notes: this is starting to be the end of my *sniffs* beautiful fic…there will be atleast one more chapter before I end it. Thanks to everyone who's read through and especially to those who took time to review and give me support and corrections, thanks!! Next chapter will (hopefully) be up in a couple of days.

Disclaimer: so close, no matter how far…

Warnings: slash, some spoilers and increasing OOCness (*cough* Ryoma *cough*…gomen…)

Chapter 8

Ryoma's glare was starting to get just too amusing.

"You know, Ryoma-kun, you will soon tell everybody that you like me, looking at me like that in public."

The comment didn't seem to disturb the smaller boy the least. Fuji turned an innocent smile his way.

"You told my father about us!"

"Hai." Fuji beamed another innocent smile.

"…I'm not going anywhere with you. Especially not to your house."

"But I'm all sweaty and so are my clothes, I need to shower and change." Fuji pointed out, adding. "Unless I should do it at your place and borrow your clothes again…oh, that's right, I've still haven't returned them to you."

"Demo, I'm not coming over!" the other boy declared. Fuji halted for a while.

"Would you like to be home with your father tonight? I'm sure you two would have a lot to talk about, now that you're dating me."

"…"

"That's what I thought."

"…" Ryoma scowled, letting Fuji drag him away again. "We're not dating." he then muttered.

"We will be." Fuji almost smirked, hugging the other boy's hand even tighter. "Especially now, since I've got your father's approval."

"Wouldn't surprise me if you arranged it all to turn out this way." Ryoma said irritated and gave out a loud and annoyed sigh, to let Fuji know how much he hated the situation.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Fuji chuckled in return, never ceasing to be amused with the younger boy.

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Ryoma looked around in his senpai's room. The cactus next to the window was somehow so typically Fuji. The boy turned his gaze to a picture of a younger Fuji and his little brother. Ryoma suddenly felt a small panic creep through him, hoping that if this was a game then it had nothing to do with the fact that he beat Fuji's little brother Yuuta. The little genius shook that idea out of his head, continuing to 'entertain' himself the best he could, waiting for Fuji to step out of the shower.

In the bookself he found lots of albums and guessed that the tensai must be interested in taking photos.

"I was thinking I could spend a few albums on us." a voice suddenly said, and Ryoma turned his head to see his senpai wrapped in a towel. The smaller boy didn't want to know what kinds of pictures they were talking about.

"I fetched your clothes at the same time." Fuji then said, placing the pile on his table. "I had them cleaned for you."

"Domo." Ryoma mumbled as he sat down on the edge of his senpai's bed. Fuji followed Ryoma's gaze down to his apparently very interesting floor. The tensai loved the slightly bothered look he could read on the other's face right now. It never stopped amazing the older boy, how his boyfriend could make him feel so thrilled without actually doing anything.

Slowly Fuji made his way next to the boy. Ryoma's gaze never lifted to the guy standing in front of him.

"Ryoma-kun, I'd like to play you tomorrow." by saying that, the tensai saw the other boy's head lift up and eyes search up from his chest to his smiling face.

"Betsuni." the younger boy tried to say it as if it was just any other match to him, but Fuji knew that Ryoma would want this more than the other ones, that's why he decided to get his will through first about a certain matter. The tensai sat down next to him.

"It could be like the date we didn't get to have today." No other words were needed to be said between the two of them, Ryoma knew what his senpai was after next.

"So that you can say we're dating…" the younger boy slipped an arm around the other one's slightly wet one, leaning in closer.

Fuji gave a teasing smile, almost like a smirk, bending down to seal those lips and causing his kouhai's clothes to get a little wet as well.

Gently Fuji unbuttoned the white school shirt, leaning it down the small, but strong arms and after that pulling the boy closer to let their skins touch each other's.

A moan escaped Ryoma's lips as he felt fingers run smoothly up his spine, causing pleasant shivers to go through his body. Fuji let his lips suck down quite lightly on Ryoma's neck at first before then increasing the power.

Fuji's name was the next thing to be heard in the room in form of a louder moan.

"So,…if we're dating…" Fuji said in between the passionate kisses he kept planting on the same side of the neck, slowly moving over towards the chest. "Then what about…that Sakuno?"

"Who?" Ryoma managed to ask after a while, it irritated him that they had to talk so much at the moment. Suddenly he felt his upper body being left alone, cold and wet. Confused he opened his eyes to look into Fuji's blue ones. The orbs seemed to be filled with amusement and a victorious glint.

The smaller boy recalled what he had just been asked and what he, in his moment of bliss, had answered. Ryoma closed his eyes again and bit his lower lip, annoyed with his slip. He realized he didn't know what his senpai was going to be after next, as well as he thought he did.

Fuji's eyes kept watching him the same way. He would make Ryoma realize that he wasn't just the tensai in tennis. "And about tomorrow's game…"

Ryoma opened his eyes once more. Fuji wasn't gonna let him off that easily. "What do you want?" he muttered under his still a little excited breathe.

"I wanna hear it." Ryoma's eyes widened to that comment. "Game over, Ryoma-kun. Now tell me."

Ryoma gave a sigh, seeing no other way out. "You know already…" He shot the smiling guy a do-I-have-to-do-this-nonsense face before muttering out the last. "I don't love Sakuno!…Why did you even have to hear that?"

"Maybe I got jealous." Ryoma eyed the tensai bored. "I didn't like hearing what you said in the locker room and I just wanted to hear you prove me it was just a lie." Fuji gently replied, leaning in for a kiss.

"You don't have to play games with me." Ryoma said before their lips could meet, and Fuji paused for a while.

"Saa, but it's fun." he then murmured and pressed soft lips against the other boy's.

The younger boy slowly pulled apart from the kiss, not wanting to let Fuji escape through this. "You know what I mean." he then said glaring at his senpai.

Fuji gave a chuckle. "The only games, my dear Ryoma-kun, that I will play with you are from now on all gonna include a bed, well almost all atleast." Fuji took in the whole almost blush he got from the smaller boy. "Good enough?"

The tensai wasn't expecting an answer to that one. Ryoma had his pride and there were still a few things he would never allow himself to do. That just gave Fuji the opportunity to tease them out of him.

"Street tennis courts after practice?" the younger boy then asked, waiting for his reward.

"Hai, koi." Fuji chuckled to how Ryoma seemed to hate all the fluffy nicknames given to him.

The little genius studied Fuji's expression for a while, wondering what he had in store for tonight. The night they had spent together had been full of teasing and provoking at first, so the boy couldn't even imagine what his senpai was up to this time.

To his surprise he felt gentle kisses being placed on first his upper lip and then the lower one, where Fuji remained nibbling for access to play with his tongue. Ryoma slowly opened his mouth and felt his boyfriend's heat closing up around him, as his bare back touched the bed under him.

Fuji's mouth parted then more and more from his mouth and attacked his chest instead. Wet lips caressed the soft skin and Ryoma felt Fuji's still wet hair moisten his upper body even more. Steady hands were laid on his hips, and got to work with his pants, unzipping them and exposing what was hidden beneath.

Ryoma's hands trailed down the perfect torso of his senpai, eyes half open and lazily gazing them. He helped the towel, the part of it that was still attached to Fuji, off and one of Fuji's hands threw it away on the floor, before then starting to massage the length of the boy under him.

The younger boy's head pushed down against Fuji's pillow and his hands grabbed a hold on the white sheets. Fuji moved his head down to devour the length once more, and his hands were ready on the smaller boy's hips to hold them down if they had to.

Ryoma felt he was close. It wouldn't take much more for his senpai to push him over the edge.

"Senpai." he whispered, gasping for air. Fuji stopped and lifted curious eyes to watch him. The younger boy didn't know how he should explain that he actually wanted to come together with the other boy, so he remained silent hoping that the sharp tensai could figure it out on his own.

Fuji beamed a smile, before leaning down to seal the boy's lips. As quickly as their lips had met, they were soon separated, and Fuji leaned over to fetch something out of the bedtable drawer.

Ryoma felt his face flush briefly, realizing what Fuji was doing. He wondered how the tensai was so informed about all the things he was doing to him, but on second thought he really didn't want to know.

Fuji's hands gently parted his kouhai's legs, eyes fixed upon his face in order to see if the pain would become too unbearable for the younger boy.

Moving in a slow rhythm at first, Fuji noted that Ryoma was starting to catch up again and he began to move faster. Fuji watched his lover's face change from pain to pleasure once more, and let his control over his own body loosen up a bit and go with the feeling of being inside his boyfriend.

Fuji's hands found Ryoma's and they tangled up together above the younger boy's head.

Ryoma felt his senpai squeeze his hands tightly around his, as Fuji reached his relief together with him. He noted how the muscular chest slowly sank lower, soon being spread over him and relaxed. Fuji's hands were strenghtless in his own.

The tensai leaned closer to the smaller boy, his wet hair falling slightly over the other's face.

Fuji ruffled the sweaty hair of the panting boy in his arms. The room was silent and the only sounds that were heard was their exhausted breathes.

"I don't play with you, not in the sense you think." Fuji then murmured, kissing the head of his lover.

"Mada mada." he heard a familiar mocking tone and smiled a true smile, cuddling into a comfortable embrace next to his boyfriend. Fuji's breathing had soon slowed down and Ryoma watched his senpai's slowly moving chest in his arms. No, Fuji really hadn't played with him tonight, Ryoma thought.

"Aishiteru, senpai." he whispered, thinking the older boy was far away in dream land. He leaned in carefully to kiss the forehead.

"Domo." his actions were interrupted hearing Fuji say that mocking Ryoma's voice, and the smaller boy went bright red out of frustration and embarrassment. The tensai moved over to lie on his back and hugged his kouhai to lie on top of him.

Fuji had never smiled brighter in his life and Ryoma had never been more irritated in his.

"Don't you want to hear it from me?"

"No."

"Aishi-"

"Fuji-senpai." Ryoma said warningly.

"Just teasing, koi."

The younger boy gave a demonstrative sigh, almost rolling his eyes.

"I'll never figure you out…" he then muttered.

"Well, you'll never know if you don't try." his senpai replied, letting one hand slip around neck and the other one on his back, drawing him closer to meet his lips. Fuji's tongue massaged gently on the younger boy's lower lip and after a moment of doubt the boy let it in to caress his.

Ryoma moaned into his boyfriend's mouth, thinking he'd never get used to all of this even if he had two lifetimes together with the tensai. It annoyed Ryoma that sometimes being with Fuji, he actually felt like giving in completely and let the older boy hear what he had wanted to hear, and have his way with him.

The older boy had reached a point with Ryoma, where Ryoma actually didn't mind losing to him knowing that what the tensai would give him was worth it. But that wouldn't help his senpai in tomorrow's match though, the younger boy smirked in between the kisses.