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Hikari Mizu: Here's the next chapter, hope you like it!

Moon-n-Universe-Goddess: No FujiRyo, but Ryoma does get dared in this chapter

under-arrest: No Tezuka still TT but don't worry, he will come in soon!

RoseLavenderRose: Here is the continuation! Enjoy!

tangerine-asuka: Yeah, Fuji is evil. . . but sooo cute! Tezuka's coming, Fuji has. . . plans. . . for him

Disclaimer: I do not own prince of tennis. Fuji OWNZ all of Seigaku

Ears strained inside the locker room, waiting for the next bout of noise from outside.

"I think it's safe to say they went to someone's house, 75 chance Inui's, and are thoroughly enjoying themselves," Fuji said after awhile.

"Fuji-sempai!" Oishi took his eyes off Eiji long enough to blush.

"Don't mind me, Oishi. Just continue as you were . . . though you may want to move to your house. Your parents are out of town on business, ne?" Oishi blushed.

"W…we have practice, F…Fuji," he mumbled.

"I don't think you will get much practice done if you remain attached to Eiji like that, and I don't think he's apt to let you let go of him either," Fuji said simply. Oishi's blush deepened; Eiji was already the color of his hair.

"Fuji-sempai, you're being mean," Ryoma said.

"Of course, Echizen," Fuji smiled, "Perhaps we should just continue our game then?"

"We can't, Fuji, its Kaidoh's turn," Ryoma pointed out.

"Ah, yes, and Kaidoh is of doing who knows what with Inui," Fuji smiled knowingly, the gathered members of Seigaku sweat dropped.

"Uh, doesn't that mean the game is over?" Momo asked/ hummed.

"Of course not, Momo, since Kaidoh left his turn must be transferred," Fuji shrugged, "Hmm, or we could just have everyone here drink the penal-tea and call it even."

"So whose turn is it?" Momo sang quickly.

"Well, I would say the last person to make a dare that is still present," Fuji said smiling, "Which would be me."

"But your dare was completed, so it's someone else's turn!" Momo said hurriedly.

"Would you like my turn, Momo?" Fuji smiled.

"Yes!"

"Very well, it is Momo's turn," Fuji told the gathered members.

"I…" Momo thought for a moment (which in its own was surprising), humming a few bars of the tune he was singing to, "I dare…Echizen. . .to…to…"

"Would you like a suggestion?" Fuji asked.

"N…no, that's okay Fuji-sempai," Momo winced, "I dare Echizen to. . ." Momo blinked. He couldn't think of anything interesting for the young prodigy to do! It had to be something embarrassing . . . something good. . .

"Something like kissing his doubles partner."

"I dare you to kiss your doubles partner!"

There was silence.

This silence was followed by a rather explicit cuss word from dear Momo.

"Momo! That wasn't very songlike," Fuji pointed out.

"I TAKE IT BACK! I SAID THE WRONG DARE!"

"But Momo," Fuji looked at him earnestly, "That's against the rules."

"WHAT! SAYS WH-" Momo stopped suddenly as a shimmer of blue showed from under Fuji's eyelids, "I mean. . . "

"Go on, Ryoma, don't leave him hanging," Fuji grinned.

"No," Ryoma pulled his cap lower.

"Do you want the penal tea?" Fuji asked, "Inui's not here but I'm sure I can find some leftover around here somewhere." Ryoma turned slightly green and stood up.

"Baka Momo-sempai," he growled, stalking over to his doubles partner.

"I'm sorry!" Momo howled.

"Not as sorry as me," Ryoma mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"You said you were sorrier than me!"

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did! You should feel lucky!" Momo declared.

"Lucky?" Ryoma raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah! You get to kiss the hotness that is me. Maybe you'll learn something, Echizen!" Momo puffed out his chest.

"What?"

"You heard me! I'm probably the best kisser here! You should feel blessed!" Momo bragged. Ryoma's eyes narrowed,

"You've got to be kidding."

"I could probably teach you a lot, kiddo," Momo bragged on, probably not even aware of what he was saying.

"I bet I'm a hundred times better than you!" Ryoma yelled, feeling his pride being challenged.

"There's no way, kiddo, you can't compare to me," Momo smirked.

"How much do you wanna bet?" Ryoma glared.

"Loser pays for burgers for a week?" Momo suggested. To show his agreement, Ryoma kissed him.

The remaining members of Seigaku were treated with an almost five minute period where both boys tried to prove they were indeed the better kisser.

This couldn't have worked out better if I planned it. Momo only needed a little push in the right direction Fuji thought with his mysterious smile on his lips.

When the two finally stopped for air, they were panting like they'd run fifty laps.

"I…huff…so won." Momo told the prodigy with a smile.

"Made huff mada puff da ne," Ryoma glared.

"Maybe a rematch?" Fuji asked. Momo blushed; Ryoma pulled his cap down further.

"Er…we could go to my house," he mumbled.

"Fine, but you will owe me burgers for a week," Ryoma grabbed his bag.

"There is no way! I am going to make you pay for me if it's the last thing I do!" Momo yelled, following the prodigy out the door. Fuji heard them yelling back and forth until they were out of earshot, then turned to see Oishi and Eiji sneaking out.

At Momo's house the "Kissing War" went on for quite some time, neither was willing to admit defeat, that was until Momo stepped it up a notch and Ryoma showed him that some tennis moves aren't just for the court. Momo ended up paying for burgers for that entire month.

A crappy story that was . . . awkward to right. Its pretty bad when you can't even write something even a little risqué without blushing. Please tell me any suggestions for editing it! Reviews appreciated!