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Warning: OOC and boy love

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Ryoma's Yaoi Fantasy:

Got Milk

Tezuka stared out the window, watching Ryoma as he made his way into the locker room. His face was still heated from Ryoma's calls. At first they were all worried because Ryoma and Kaidoh hadn't woken up. Then Ryoma had began panting while Momoshiro checked his pulse.

"He's breathing and he has a pulse." Momoshiro moved over a bit so Sakuno could get a good look at him too.

"Kaidoh is okay too, but why aren't they waking up?" Oishi looked down at Kaidoh with concern.

"Oh, no, I need to get home or my mother's going to kill me!" Tomoko shouted a she looked at her watch. "Sakuno, call me when Ryoma-Kun wakes up." Tomoko waved goodbye to all of them before scampering off at full speed.

"Oishi, something's wrong with Ochibi." Eiji pointed to Ryoma as he writhed on the floor.

"Tezuka, uh. Mmm, Tezuka."

"It looks like Ryoma's calling for you, Tezuka." Fuji said moving next to him.

"Maybe he's having a heatstroke?" Takashi suggested ignoring the clearly visible erection tenting the front of Ryoma's shorts. He had noticed though, oh yes, he had noticed, and the very idea of it had made his own pants tent.

"No, I don't think he's having a heatstroke. With all the water Ryoma has consumed, and with his body size there is only a 5 chance that he would have a heatstroke." Inui spouted as he looked at his notebook.

"Oh, no, Ryoma might die!" Kachiro bit his nails nervously.

"No, Ryoma's too strong to let a little heat get to him." Katsuo responded quickly as he huddled up to Kachiro and Horio.

"Yeah, that's right Ryoma's a regular; it's just taking him a while to wake up, and at least now he's talking. I, Horio, should know, after all I have two years tennis experience."

"That's enough talking boys. I'm sure Ryoma and Kaidoh are fine." Coach Ryuzaki put her hands on their shoulders. "Oishi, if they don't wake up soon I want you to get the medical kit and call the hospital."

"Yes, coach."

"Mmm, Tezuka, harder." Ryoma thrust his hips into the air making his erection visible to everyone.

Did you hear that? He wants it harder." Fuji whispered in his ear. Tezuka brushed him away tired of his taunting. He knew that he wasn't very good at hiding his attraction for the younger male.

"Uh, I'm going to come, Tezuka. It's too much, uh!" He watched as Ryoma arched his hips for the last time. The tent in his shorts decreased slowly as a wet spot replaced it, and Ryoma opened his eyes looking around. Tezuka could only glare at Ryoma. He knew it wasn't Ryoma's fault but the way he had called out his name made him want to take Ryoma right there, but he knew it was wrong. Ryoma was everything he hated. He was a cocky, arrogant, prodigy who didn't see the importance of a team. He had enjoyed putting Ryoma in his place when he played against him. But he knew deep down inside that Ryoma was younger and at that age he was no where near Ryoma's skills. He had asked Ryoma to become Seigaku's pillar hoping he would see more importance in the team, but Ryoma still didn't stick around to support them when they had matches. He clutched the window seal gnashing his teeth.

"Tezuka, you should go home and calm down. Red really isn't your color, and please don't be too hard on Ryoma. Remember it was the juice that made him react that way. I'm sure he's more humiliated by the situation than you are."

"Yes, Sensei." He turned around nodding at the older women who was sitting behind her desk looking tired. "We'll worry about the training schedule tomorrow."

"Yes." He bowed politely before leaving the office relieved to go home and take a cold shower.

000

"Momo and Ryoma, I'm going to be poor if you two keep eating like this." Ryoma ignored Eiji's complaints as he tore into another hamburger. He couldn't believe the days events. When he had gotten into the shower room everyone had given him space so that he could clean up without embarrassment. He knew they all knew what happened when he noticed the large stain on the front of his shorts. He took them off in the shower disgusted with the mess he had made. Why had he thought of Tezuka during the dream? Why hadn't it been Sakuno? She was who he liked after all. Sure he appreciated Tezuka's tennis skills, but he didn't want to be under him doing weird things. The dream had felt so real that he could still fell his Buchou inside of him. There was no way he could face the whole team again especially not Tezuka.

"Ryoma, you're being too quiet." Momo observed shoving another hamburger down his mouth.

"Sorry, I guess I don't feel like talking." He hung his head down his face growing hot again.

"Oh, Ochibi, stop worrying about it. There's nothing for you to be ashamed of. We all know it was Inui's juice and that you don't like Tezuka in that way. Besides Fuji is right we all have wet dreams, sure they don't feature Tezuka and they're not in front of everyone but…"

"Eiji, you're rambling, and I don't think you're comforting him any." Momo was right and Ryoma's face had only grown hotter. He bowed his head lower wishing everyone could just forget about it.

"Sorry, I was just being honest. It really is a normal experience that all men go through. And it's not abnormal to think of a guy when you, well you know, nyah." Eiji placed his hands behind his head.

"Speak for yourself, Eiji." Momo snorted as he took a large gulp from his drink. "The only person I picture when I'm dreaming is Ann."

"I'm sure Tachibana and Kamio would love to hear that," Eiji snickered.

"So, I am weird." Ryoma's voice was shaking and he could feel tears threatening to form. What the hell did he care what they thought of him? It wasn't like him to get upset and let others see him cry even if they were his friends.

"You're not weird, Ryoma. Maybe Momo's never gotten off thinking about another man, but I have. We don't always have control over our dreams."

"Really." He perked up feeling less embarrassed.

"I wasn't saying there was anything wrong with it. I was just saying that I've never thought of a man." Momo patted him on the head like a small child ruffling his hair. "It's getting late, Ryoma, you want me to take you home?"

"Yeah." He sighed not really wanting to go home. Remembering his dream he didn't want to go wandering near dark alleyways, Kurapin would just have to wait until Saturday to get a new toy.

"I'll see you two tomorrow, and remember, Ochibi, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Okay, I think he got it, now that you have pounded it into his head, Eiji. I think we'll be going now." Momo grabbed his wrist as Eiji hugged him rubbing his chin against his hair. He finally detached himself from Eiji and walked out with Momo hopping on the back of his bike.

"So, do you want to tell me about it now?" Momo slowed down his speed. Ryoma closed his eyes feeling the wind flow through his hair. Momo was his best friend and he did need someone to talk about the disturbing dream with. He told Momo everything about the dream as Momo remained silent and continued to pedal.

"It seemed really real but I know it wasn't. I don't know if I'll ever be able to face Tezuka again." He sighed as Momo burst into a fit of laughter.

"Yamabuki, Yamabuki, ah, ha, ha." He stopped the bike.

"Hey, don't laugh. It was the juice not me." He hit Momo upside the head.

"Yamabuki, Da, Da, Dan!"

"Stop, Momo."

"Sorry, Ryoma, it's just too funny."

"It probably had nothing to do with the juice; I'm just sick. Nobody else reacted the way I did." Ryoma looked down as he heard the laughter die down.

"Ryoma, you're a lot smaller than the rest of us and it was a stronger batch."

"I hope you're right." He said as he got back on the bike and rode the rest of the way home in silence. They said their goodbyes and Ryoma crept into the house not wanting his cousin fawning over him as though he was her own. Unfortunately his father was still awake and he was looking at one of his dirty magazines. Luckily he was probably too into his perverse ways to notice him. He crept up the stairs.

"Ryoma, coach Ryuzaki called."

"Oh."

"Yes, and she told me everything." Ryoma watched as his father's face turned into a wide sadistic grin.

"Oh."

"It looks like my boy is growing up. I think it's time we have the sex talk. You can borrow my magazines and hand lotion. Oh, and don't forget to have box of tissues near…" He didn't even let his father finish. He continued up the stairs cursing the old pervert under his breath.

"Ryoma, I haven't finished." As soon as he got to his room he slammed the door and locked it.

"Meow." He smiled seeing Kurapin on his bed.

"You don't know how glad I am to see you." He grabbed the cat, petting and snuggling the precious fur ball.

Ryoma's day had not started out great. He had woken up late not having time for breakfast. Which almost made him late for school. Once at school he was confronted with the harsh reality that his own friends wouldn't even look at him. The only one who was still foolishly speaking to him was Tomoko who had not been there to witness his odd behavior. Whenever he looked at Sakuno she would turn scarlet. When he tried giving a note to Horio about how boring math class was, Horio just turned away acting as though he didn't see it. During lunch he tried to sit by Kachiro and Katsuo but both boys looked frightened by him, so he sat by Tomoko and Sakuno. Tomoko blabbed on and on about her little siblings while Sakuno sat awkwardly beside him.

"Ryoma, you seem a little down and why aren't Horio, Kachiro, and Katsuo sitting by us? I was sure Horio would want to try my lunch today." Tomoko looked over at the three teens in confusion.

"Maybe they just want some guy time?" Sakuno responded finally looking him in the eyes. He smiled at her gratefully.

"Ryoma's a guy. If they're having guy time then he should be with them."

"Don't worry Tomo, I wouldn't miss your lunch for anything." He knew those were words that would never come out of his mouth. He heard Sakuno chock on her milk as Tomoko squealed with delight, and began hand feeding him her lunch.

When it came time for practice he considered just skipping but Momo was waiting by the school gates. "Hello, Ryoma, Where you going? The tennis courts are that way." Momo grinned at him as he stepped in front of him.

"Momo, get out of my way. I'm going home, I'm not feeling well."

"Bullshit, Ryoma, you're feeling fine and you know it. If it's captain Tezuka you're afraid of then you might as well face him. He's not going away and you're not quitting tennis."

"But Buchou…"

"Wouldn't want you to quit," Momo finished. Momo was right, and he knew it, but a part of him wanted to run away. Tezuka would never treat him the same again. He knew he wouldn't be able to look a guy in the eyes.

"Fine." He pouted as Momo followed him to the locker rooms. Thankfully, they were both late so he didn't have to deal with the frightened looks of his three former friends.

"Better hurry Ryoma, or Tezuka's going to come down hard on us." They both hurried in the locker room, but they were still five minutes late to practice.

"Momo, Ryoma, you're both late run 20 laps, now." Tezuka commanded not looking at him but only Momo.

"Yes, Buchou." Ryoma responded turning red with embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't have come; he could hear the non-regulars whispering and looking at him. It looked like the rumors had spread already. He knew it wasn't any of the regulars. It was most likely Horio who was probably exaggerating the story. He groaned s he took off around the court trying to catch up with Momo.

"Oh, Tezuka, you're going to make me come!" Arai moaned as he passed near by him. The herd of boys around Arai burst into laughter.

"Just ignore them, Ryoma." Momo pleaded as Ryoma stopped walking up to the chain link fence unsure of what he wanted to do. All he could feel was anger building up inside of him so he gripped the fence links.

"Yeah, Tezuka, harder." Arai laughed as he closed his eyes and threw back his head scrunching up his face.

"Oww." Arai screamed as a tennis ball hit him in the head.

"Oops, sorry Arai, it just slipped." Fuji stood behind the group holding his tennis racket and smiling at all of them.

"Uh," Arai stuttered.

"That wasn't how he looked." Fuji tapped his racket on his hip and opened his eyes.

"Um," Arai continued to stutter.

"He looked much sexier than that." Fuji walked closer to them as Arai backed up. "It was more like this." Fuji threw his head back relaxing his face and opening up his mouth moaning. Ryoma turned red. If Fuji thought he was helping him, he was dead wrong. This was more humiliating than what Arai had been doing.

"20 laps, Arai and Fuji, now!" Tezuka pushed up his glasses and marched over to where they all stood.

"But he's the one who hit me in the head with the ball." Arai glared at Fuji.

"Make that 40 laps, Arai."

"Yes, captain." Arai took off with a silent Fuji behind him. Tezuka had seen the whole embarrassing ordeal. Ryoma clutched the fence tighter hanging his head.

"Ryoma, I don't recall telling you that you could stop and I doubt that you are done with your laps." Ryoma looked up to see Tezuka glaring at him. He was happy at least Tezuka was looking at him. "Add 20 laps to that, Ryoma."

"Yes, Buchou." Ryoma took off running with Momo, Fuji and Arai. The rest of the practice went about the same and Arai ended up having to run around 100 laps. As soon as practice was over Ryoma ran to the cooler grabbing his milk. He was famished from running 40 laps and then having to practice against Takashi. He opened the milk and took a large drink. It was too much and most of it spilled down his chin. He looked up to see Tezuka staring at him with disgust. He immediately felt foolish as he wiped the milk from his chin. Tezuka probably thought he was such a baby spilling milk all over himself. He quickly finished off his milk and made his way into the locker room with dread. He was right to assume that the locker rooms wouldn't go any better. Everyone gave him his space, but he could still hear Horio and Arai laughing and whispering about him. A few of the teens even covered themselves as though he was checking them out. He growled as he went to a corner and faced the wall. He suddenly felt very lonely in his corner not being attacked by Eiji or splashed by Momo. He knew they weren't purposely avoiding him. They probably thought he was still too embarrassed and wanted some space.

"Want me to wash your back, Ryoma?"

"Ah." He jumped, turning to see Fuji smiling at him with a cloth in his hands.

"Uh, thanks, but I can wash my own back."

"Oh, okay, I just thought you looked tired. I know Yuuta always has trouble reaching his back after playing tennis."

"As I said, I'm fine, but would you stay here with me?" He was still mad at Fuji for earlier but he didn't want to be alone.

"I won't leave you, Ryoma." Fuji smiled at him. "Ever." The last word gave him the creeps but then again Fuji was always saying weird things.

"Ochibi." Eiji hugged him from behind. "It's not fair to hog Ryoma all to yourself, Fuji."

"Eiji, we're in the showers." Ryoma whined trying to squirm away.

"So, I'm not afraid to show all those jerks that I'm your friend. I just dare any of them to make fun of me for being gay!" Eiji yelled. Ryoma looked back to see several of the team were holding back laughs. He just held his head down, suddenly despising the help from his friends.

TBC