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Warning: Sexual content between men, dirty talk, Ooc, tasteless humor, and silliness.

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Ryoma's Yaoi Fantasy:

The Vice Captain's Advice

Once home Tezuka went running up the stairs, briefly saying hello to his parents and Grandpa. He slammed the door and rested against it breathing heavily. He had nearly lost all control when he saw Ryoma with the milk dripping down his chin. It made him think dirty and perverse thoughts. He had wanted to pull Ryoma to him and lick the milk. Ryoma had no idea how he affected him. He closed his eyes and pictured how Ryoma looked through the chain link fence as he said, "Yes, Buchou."

"Mmm, Ryoma, say it just like that." Tezuka threw his head back quickly unzipping his pants and shoving his hand down them. He pictured Ryoma in front of him with milk dripping down his chin.

"Ryoma, Ryoma, Ryoma." He chanted releasing into his own hand. "Gross." He muttered looking at his hand. He hated messes; that's why he usually masturbated in the shower. He grabbed a handful of tissues and headed out of his room to take a shower. When he opened the door Oishi was standing outside with his right hand raised in a knocking position, and a bowl of soup in his left hand. Oishi's face was flushed and his mouth was hanging open.

"Sorry, Tezuka, your parents just let me in. Your mother said you looked pale when you came home, and she asked me to bring you up some soup. I'm really sorry, Tezuka."

"It's okay, Oishi. How long have you been standing there?"

"Awhile." Oishi responded looking down. Oishi was his best friend but even Tezuka knew when to be embarrassed. Neither of them had ever discussed sexual things; most of the time they just talked about tennis. He knew Oishi liked Eiji and he knew Oishi now knew of his attraction to Ryoma.

"So, Ryoma, huh?" Oishi walked into his room setting the soup on his side table and sitting down on his bed with a bounce.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I like Eiji, but I don't think he likes me."

"Of course he does. You're lucky Eiji isn't as naive and innocent as Ryoma. He at least knows what he's doing when he gets you all flustered."

"You have a point. Ryoma's clueless on how cute he is." Oishi flopped back on his bed stretching out his long limbs. "Your arm still hurting you?"

"My arm's fine. Besides I made a promise with you that we would make it to nationals together."

"Yeah, together and no other way." Oishi fisted his hand with his. "Um." Oishi immediately drew his hand away with a disgusted look on his face.

"Sorry, I guess I haven't washed my hands yet."

"Yeah, and now I need to wash mine." Oishi smiled sniffing his hand.

"You know where the bathroom is?"

"Oh course, come on Tezuka lets clean up. Oh, and just some advice." Oishi paused in the doorway. "Next time turn on the radio or television so someone standing outside your door won't know what you're doing."

"I will take that advice into consideration next time, vice captain, Oishi." Tezuka nodded at his friend as they proceeded toward the bathroom.

000

School went about the same for Ryoma for the rest of the week, which was awful. He was thankful when Saturday finally rolled around. As soon as school let out Ryoma headed to the street tennis courts with Momo.

"Ready to take out some of the anger on the courts?" Momo asked.

"Yeah, every time the ball flies at me I'll picture it as Horio's head."

"Good, then don't let me beat you."

"Mada mada dane, Momo senpai."

"At least wait until we start before you start talking trash, Ryoma." They played against each other. He held back to give the observers more of a show. In the end he won.

"It's getting dark, Ryoma. Want me to take you home?" Momo asked looking up at the setting sun.

"No, I'll be fine. I have stop by the store for my family." He wasn't really lying to Momo, just stretching the truth. Kurapin was a part of the family after all. Now was the perfect time to get Kurapin a new toy.

"Are you sure? I could go with you."

"No, I'm fine." Ryoma flushed not wanting Momo to know how much he cared for his cat. Momo would probably find him childish. "Bye." He waved at his friend before running off toward the pet store. He walked down the street stopping dead in his tracks. He stared in horror at Sengoku who was standing alone by a darkened alleyway staring down at his watch. His heart skipped as Sengoku's green eyes met his.

"Hey, Ryoma, come over here." Sengoku waved him over.

"No!" He yelled louder than he intended to. Fear was taking over as he stared at the darkened alleyway. His feet moved on their own as he turned and ran as fast as he could from Sengoku.

"Ryoma, wait up." Sengoku chased after him.

"No, stay the hell away from me," Ryoma cried. "Why are you chasing me?" He tried to speed up his pace but Sengoku was taller and gaining on him.

"Why are you running from me?" Sengoku panted as he tackled him to the ground. They both landed in the grass near a small park.

"Let me go!"

"Hey, I'm not Jin. Am I really that scary?" Ryoma's heart was still racing but his mind was clearing. Reality set in, and he knew he had been foolish to run from Sengoku like that.

"Sorry, Sengoku, I shouldn't have acted that way. It's not you; it's just me. I didn't recognize you so I ran."

"Well, if you say so. I was just waiting for some girls. We were going to go karaoke, you want to go with us? Girls dig short men." Ryoma glared at him. There was no way he was going along as Sengoku's wing man.

"No thank you, and could you get off me." Ryoma growled feeling the pressure of Sengoku's weight.

"Oh, sorry." Sengoku rolled off him putting his right hand behind his head and smiling sheepishly. "Come on Ryoma, let me apologize for scaring you by taking you out. Now let's go find those girls and if they're not there, we'll go find some new ones.

"Um." He sighed as Sengoku dragged him down the street. All he had wanted to do was get Kurapin a new toy and now he was being dragged off by the same man who had kissed him in his whacked out dream. He was thankful Sengoku knew noting of the incident that had happened at the beginning to the week or he would have been humiliated.

"Hey, ladies, sorry I'm late. I just decided to drag my boyfriend along. This is Ryoma." Sengoku waved to a group of giggling girls near the darkened alleyway.

"What?" Ryoma gasped.

"Don't worry little buddy, you'll thank me later."

"Oh, he's so cute. Sengoku, where did you find him?" A tall blonde with large breasts ran up grabbing Sengoku and snuggling him to her chest.

"Oh, I met him playing tennis."

"He's adorable, Sengoku. Would you kiss him for us?" A girl with pigtails and glasses jumped up and down with excitement.

"Oh, man, this will be better than a yaoi manga." Another girl with braces squealed. Ryoma turned red backing away as the girls jumped around him pressing their chests in his face. They were obviously older than both Sengoku and him.

"Hold on ladies, Ryoma's shy. Don't scare him away; I just got him." Sengoku grabbed him from the ogling girls. Sengoku patted down his hair and hugged him.

"Oh they're so cute."

"We're not…" He was cut off by Sengoku's hand. Ryoma wanted to bite it but he refrained. Part of him knew this was probably the only way Sengoku could get a girl. IT wasn't that he was bad looking; it was how he acted. Sengoku was weird and got just a little too excited when talking to girls. They could easily tell he had bad intentions for them.

"Let's get going ladies. The night is young and the karaoke rooms are calling for us." Sengoku grabbed his hand dragging him along. Suddenly Ryoma found himself wanting to be rescued by Tezuka again.

000

"So, this is where you live." Sengoku smiled as they walked towards his house.

"Yeah." He glared at Sengoku trying to rub off the lipstick marks the girls had left on his cheeks. He could have murdered Sengoku for the hell he had put him through.

"Those girls were nice, huh. I was so lucky to find you tonight."

"Yeah, but they think you're gay." He pointed out as they stood on his doorstep.

"And it is so worth it. They let me come into the dressing rooms with them when we go shopping. They let me come to their slumber parties, and best of all, I get to cop a feel anytime I want without them thinking anything. If they knew I was just a straight guy they wouldn't look twice at me."

"You just come on too strong. At least that's what Sakura and Tomoko say. You need to play hard to get."

"That's easier said than done, my friend. We'll have to do this again sometime, Ryoma."

"I know what you get out of this but what do I get out of it?"

"Hot girls and a free meal." Sengoku laughed patting him on the head. "Bye, I'll definitely see you later now that they think we're dating.

"Right, it's late." Ryoma turned and opened the door only to be greeted by his dad's sly grin.

"Where have you been and why are you all flushed, Ryoma?" He immediately cursed the girls who had kissed him. He had rubbed the lipstick in, making his cheeks red. "That young man seemed very friendly with you." His father winked at him grinning foolishly.

"Old man, he's just someone I know from tennis. We're not even friends we're rivals. He is from Yamabuki.

"No need to be shy with your old man, Ryoma. I don't care if you're experimenting with boys as long as you're safe. When I was around your age I experimented with my friends too. Women at that age are locked at the knees, so if you need a little helping hand from your buddies, I understand." Ryoma felt his stomach turn. He didn't want his father sharing anymore stories.

"I'm going to bed."

"Wait, I have something for you." He looked in horror as his dad handed him a stack of dirty magazines. Some had nude girls on them and others had nude men.

"Gross!" He dropped the stack on the floor and ran up the stairs slamming and locking his door. Why did his dad have to be such a pervert? If he really wanted to see men naked all he would have to do is go to the locker room. And if he wanted to see a woman, he'd get a girlfriend. He just wasn't ready for all that kind of stuff. If his father wanted to see a woman naked why didn't he just go to his wife? Ryoma had to wonder why his mother was still with his perverted father. He tried to push the thoughts away. Once again it looked like Kurapin would have to wait for a new toy.

000

"Oishi sempai, is going to use his Moon Volley." Kachiro gasped in awe standing next to Horio and Katsuo. Tezuka observed Oishi's stance as he stood silently next to Ryuzaki and Inui.

"Yes, there is a 100 chance that Oishi will use the Moon Volley in order to defeat Ryoma." Inui pulled out his notebook scribbling in it.

"Go, go, Ryoma-kun." Tomoko jumped up and down.

"Go, Ryoma." Sakura said a little quieter as Ryoma looked over at her.

"Yeah, give it to him good, Ochibi." Eiji jumped up and down next to Tomoko. Oishi's normally calm and nice smile turned into a frown as he glared at Eiji then Ryoma.

"I won't be defeated easily." Oishi roared as he used his Moon Volley with more force than he ever had before.

"Oishi might win this one." Takashi stared with his mouth open.

"No, he won't."

"What do you mean, Kaidoh?" Takashi asked as Kaidoh snuck up behind them scaring the freshmen.

"Look at his stance. He's going to use the Split Step." Kaidoh pointed at Ryoma. Kaidoh was right, Tezuka watched with pride and jealousy as Ryoma returned the ball.

"Mada mada dane, Oishi sempai." Ryoma lifted up his hat to look at Oishi while the ball hit just before the line.

"Great job as usual, Ochibi. Maybe I should make you my doubles partner." Eiji went running across the court grabbing Ryoma and ruffling his hair.

"So, how did the match go? Fuji beat me." Momoshiro announced, walking up with Fuji at his side.

"Ryoma, won," Tezuka stated watching Oishi's friendly eyes turn into slits. He had never seen Oishi looking as evil as he did now. He could feel the tension building. He stepped out onto the court to stop his friend from doing something stupid, but he was too late.

"Damn you, Eiji. Here's some advice, go to hell. Sorry I'm not good enough to be your partner." Oishi yelled throwing down his racket.

"Oishi, that's enough!" Tezuka put on his best authoritarian act.

"No, it's not enough. Eiji, you think you're so damn great. You think I'm the one who slows us down, but in reality it's you. You have no stamina. You can talk big but you can't deliver. I'm tired of being treated like a second class citizen. Oh, there's Oishi, he's a nice guy he won't care if I step all over him, so I can feel better about myself. Well, not anymore, Eiji. Ahhhh." Oishi threw his head back screaming like a mad man before stomping of the court pushing Fuji and Momoshiro out of his way. Everyone stood in silence.

"Time to pack it up." Ryuzaki nodded as she headed into the school.

"Eiji, sempai." Ryoma was looking up at Eiji with concern. Eiji was for once silent with an emotionless expression.

"You heard the coach, it's time to pack up, and freshmen get the balls." Tezuka ordered standing in the middle of the court. Everyone immediately began to move. Eiji stormed off to the shower room followed by the rest of the upper classmen. He watched Ryoma pick up the balls why the other boys ignored him. He felt himself getting excited by the way Ryoma's shorts were riding up his thighs.

"Buchou." He blinked realizing that Ryoma was standing in front of him. "The balls are all picked up."

"Good, Ryoma. Now head to the showers with the others." He watched Ryoma's head lower.

"Buchou, is there anything else that needs to be done?" He felt sorry for Ryoma as much as he did for Oishi. Oishi had told him how the others were treating Ryoma in the shower room.

"Okay, Ryoma, you can wait until I take my shower. I have to talk to Ryuzaki so just wait here."

"Thank you, Buchou." Ryoma blinked up at him innocently. Tezuka knew this was against his better judgment. Alone in the shower room with Ryoma could only lead to frustration.

He went in and planned out the practice schedule with Ryuzaki, but he couldn't concentrate. When he was down he met Ryoma outside and nodded to Ryoma as they made there way to the locker room. Tezuka made sure to keep his eyes off Ryoma when they were striping down. He sighed when the warm water hit his him. He had to look when he heard Ryoma let out a little sigh himself. Ryoma was facing the wall giving him a view of his back. He couldn't take his eyes off the small of Ryoma's back just above where his bottom started to swell.

"Soap." Ryoma said as he watched the soap slip from his hands to the floor. Ryoma bent down to get it, but ended up slipping. Tezuka didn't think as he dived across the shower room trying to catch Ryoma before his head hit the floor. The floor was slippery and he skidded falling on top of Ryoma. He had managed to place his hands behind Ryoma's head keeping it from hitting the tile.

"Ryoma, are you okay?" He stared down into his wide eyes.

"Buchou."

"Oh, Ryoma, don't say that." Tezuka found himself breathing heavy. Their lips were close and he couldn't take it anymore. To hell with self-control. He leaned down kissing Ryoma holding the smaller head in his hands while gripping the wet strands of dark hair. He felt himself hardening as Ryoma remained still. He didn't stop until he couldn't breath.

"Buchou." Ryoma panted wiping his mouth with his hand.

"Say it again." He finally caught his breath feeling the oxygen rush to his brain.

"Why, Buchou?" His heart ached as he looked Ryoma in the eyes. There wasn't lust and passion reflected in them only confusion.

"I'm sorry, Ryoma." He moved off the smaller body feeling stupid for acting on his lust.

"I have to go." Ryoma flushed from head to toe trying to cover himself. Tezuka just stayed on the ground as he heard Ryoma quickly get dressed and leave.

TBC