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

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Ryoma's Yaoi Fantasy:

Not Again!

Ryoma flopped down on his bed burying his face into his pillow. His Buchou had kissed him while they were naked! Why had Buchou done that? It must have been his fault. Somehow it was his fault. He had led Tezuka to kiss him. Then fled the scene like a frightened little boy.

"I'm such a kid." He pounded his fists into the mattress. It was just a kiss. What had he been so afraid of. He closed his eyes picturing what it would be like to kiss Sakuno. He pictured her standing in front of him nervously twirling her braids.

"Ryoma-kun," She said. She blinked up at him. He tilted her head up towards him and leaned down to kiss her. His lips met hers gently then suddenly it turned fierce. Sakuno was crushing her lips against his and grabbing the back of his hair. He stared in front of him seeing Tezuka towering over him tilting his chin up.

"No!" Ryoma opened his eyes as he felt himself reacting to the daydream. He was hard. He flushed uncertain what to do with the arousal poking uncomfortably into the mattress. He moved his hips to get up.

"Oh." He breathed heavily enjoying the feel. He began moving his hips back and forth picturing Tezuka as he had been during the dream he had with the Inui juice.

"Ah, mmm." He humped the mattress enthusiastically.

"Oh, my." His mother gasped from the doorway. He looked up to see her with her hand over her mouth. "Sorry." She quickly shut the door leaving him in shame. "Nanjirou, honey, could you come here." Oh, no, she was calling him up to have a father son talk. He heard some whispering in the hall. He wanted to sneak out the window, but in his state there was no where he could go. He grabbed a pillow placing it over his lap.

"Ryoma, my boy." His father peeked into the room with a foolish grin on his face.

"Old man, go away."

"Sorry, Ryoma, but you just made your mother cry, and we need to talk." Ryoma winced while his father sat down on the end of his bed.

"You're the one who is always making her cry," Ryoma spat as he clutched the pillow tighter.

"We're not talking about me. Mothers don't like to know when their sons are masturbating.

"I wasn't…"

"Don't interrupt me. I'm older and wiser."

"I don't know about wiser, but you're definitely older."

"Ryoma!"

"Sorry, old man."

"Show some respect, brat. Now, if you're going to jack off make sure to lock the door. Oh, and don't forget to wash your sheets if you get anything on them."

"Fine, now get out of my room."

"Need some magazines?"

"Out." Surprisingly he heard his father leave. He laid back on his bed happy that the hardness between his legs had gone away.

000

"Oh, man I'm going to be late." Ryoma looked up at the school clock. He had stayed a little late to help Sakuno and Tomoko clean up the classroom. They had both been so nice to him during these trying times that he wanted to help them out before he went to practice. But really he was just trying to avoid the tennis team and Tezuka. He was willing to run twenty laps so he didn't have to listen to Horio.

"You should get going, Ryoma-kun." Tomoko pushed him toward the door.

"Thank you, Ryoma." Sakuno smiled shyly at him.

"Ryoma, you're late. Tezuka is mad, and he's making us all run laps."

"Sorry, Kachiro, but I could care less."

"Listen, Ryoma, I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. It was just weird, and I'd never seen someone act like that. When Horio started making fun of you, I didn't know what to do. I like you Ryoma, and I want to be your friend again if you'll have me."

"Don't be, Kachiro. You don't see anyone else lining up to be my friend. Of course I'll take you back.

"Thank you, Ryoma. Now let's hurry down before Tezuka runs everyone to death."

000

"99." Tezuka yelled out as Ryoma ran another lap. Tezuka stood counting as everyone else paired up and practiced.

"Water, water." Ryoma panted feeling himself fade as he crossed Tezuka.

"100, you can get some water now." He stumbled blindly to the cooler grabbing onto the first bottle and sucking down a large gulp of cool substance. It wasn't water but it was cold and he could have cared less what it was.

"Ryoma, that's not water. It's mine. I was testing out my own new batch." Inui ran towards him with a worried expression on his face and a notebook coming out of his pocket.

"No!" Ryoma cried as he finally tasted the bitter substance. The sky began to spin and he dropped to the ground.

000

Ryoma woke up in the nurse's office with Oishi hovering over him. "Ryoma, you're awake. Don't sit up too fast; you're probably still not feeling well. You have a slight fever." He felt his own forehead and he was hot.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Oishi sempai."

"It's no problem. I just thought it was wise to move you in case something happened like it did the last time."

"Yeah." Ryoma turned red, looking away.

"Ryoma," Oishi whispered placing a hand on his forehead. "You look so vulnerable sitting in this bed."

"What?" Ryoma gasped trying to sit up, but the room began to spin, and he lay back down on the bed.

"How about we break that fever of yours?" Oishi leaned down kissing him and trailing his hand from his forehead to his chest.

"Eiji?" Ryoma panted pushing Oishi away. Had the vice captain gone mad after his fight with Eiji?

"Eiji is nothing compared to you, Ryoma. Now just relax while I take you."

"What?"

"It's the only way to break your fever."

"No, it's not." Ryoma cried as Oishi moved his hands from his chest to his shorts groping him.

"Stop."

"Come on, Ryoma, I can tell this is what you want. I can feel it in my hands."

"Oishi, Oh, Oishi." Ryoma panted bucking up against the hand.

"That's it, Ryoma." Oishi panted in his ear. Tezuka save me, Ryoma prayed silently as Oishi unzipped his pants. "I'll give you a different pain to focus on. His eyes widened and he tried to scream, but Oishi covered his mouth with his.

"Don't touch him." Oishi was suddenly pulled off of him and slammed up against the medicine cabinet. He slumped against the wall and then didn't move.

"Tezuka!" Ryoma cried trying to get up.

"Don't move; you're still weak."

"Buchou, you came." He cried out as Tezuka brushed his bangs from his forehead.

"Good, I couldn't stand the thought of you being with anyone but me. I should make sure I'm your first."

"Buchou?"

"No, Ryoma we have to do it now or someone else might take you first."

"But I'm not feeling too good."

"Then I'll make you feel better." Tezuka climbed on top of him grinding their hips together.

000

"Oh, Buchou." Ryoma grinded up into the air. "We cant, not in front of Oishi."

"Ryoma, wake up." Water splashed his face and he opened up his eyes to see Oishi's flushed face above him. He realized that his head was in Oishi's lap and Tezuka was standing over him with a empty bucket in his hands. Everyone was staring at him and he looked down to notice that all eyes were on his tented shorts.

"Oh, shit, not again," Ryoma cursed as he looked up to see Kaidoh's confused expression.

"Is Ryoma sick? Why was he calling for Tezuka?" he heard him whispering to Fuji.

"Yes, he is a very sick boy." Fuji smiled at Kaidoh. "I'll tell you more if you want to come over to my house later."

"Kaidoh, had a very strenuous work schedule, Fuji," Inui grumbled as he shamelessly scribbled things in his notebook.

"You okay?" Momo knelt down next to him, shielding him from everyone who wasn't a regular.

"Ochibi, why did you call out Oishi's name?" Eiji glared at him.

"Eiji, don't ask foolish questions." Oishi glared at Eiji silencing the red head.

"Well, he seems to be okay." Takashi laughed nervously.

"Time to pack it up. Freshmen pick up the balls." Ryuzaki looked at him sadly while Tezuka still stood over him like a statue with the bucket in his hands.

"You heard her, Ryoma, go pick up the balls." Tezuka growled throwing the bucket to the ground.

"Tezuka." Oishi gasped holding him down. "It's okay, Ryoma, you don't have to pick up."

"You're just the vice captain Oishi, so you have no say. Tezuka told him to pick up the balls so he should pick up the balls." Eiji snorted, flipping his hair.

"Eiji, stop or you'll piss him off more." Takashi pleaded.

"Oh, he's already pissed me off." Oishi spat absently stroking Ryoma's hair.

"Shut up, everyone. Ryoma, come on we're going to my house." Momo grabbed him by the hand dragging him off toward his bike.

000

"Tezuka, come with me." Ryuzaki motioned at him as he and his ex best friend glared at each other. He followed her glad that Ryoma was finally out of his sight. He had wanted to take Ryoma as soon as he saw him hard and wet in Oishi's lap. He knew the team must have noticed his lust. He entered Ryuzaki's office silently. This has to stop, Tezuka."

"Yes, it does."

"I wasn't talking about Ryoma, I was talking about you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"I'm not the one who keeps drinking Inui's juice and calling out peoples' names."

"I can tell you are lusting after him. Don't do anything drastic, Tezuka, Ryoma and you both need to focus on tennis. I don't care how you do it but keep that lust of yours in check." Tezuka wanted to laugh. As if she was one to talk about keeping lust in check.

"Is that all sensei?"

"Yes, you may leave."

000

"Tezuka slammed the door to his bedroom and grabbed the phone. He couldn't call Oishi. He knew that would be a bad idea. He dialed a number he knew well.

"Hello." A snobbish voice called from the other end of the phone.

"Atobe, it's me, Tezuka."

"My, it's been a long time, and what can I do for the great Tezuka?"

"It's Segaku's pillar."

"You mean Ryoma?"

"Yes."

"And what about him?"

"I want him."

"Then just take him."

"I can't."

"Well, I don't know what you want me to do?"

"I can't control my lust for him, and coach Ryuzaki say's it's affecting my performance."

"We can't have that! What can I do to help?"

"Just come to the tennis courts to train at nine. You'll know what I mean when you get there."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Who's on the phone, Tezuka? Your mother let me in." Fuji smiled at him. He quickly hung up the phone not wanting Fuji to know who he was talking to.

"I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Fuji set some flowers on his bedside table.

"I'm fine and I'm not dying." Tezuka eyes the flowers.

"Glad to know. I mustn't stay too long. My adoring little brother and I are going to hang out."

"Sounds fun." Tezuka suddenly felt sorry for Yuuta, but he didn't have time to think on that; he had his own worries. Tonight Atobe was going to help him release some stress.

000

"You must hate me, Momo," Ryoma whispered as soon as they bypassed Momo's family and were safely in the privacy of Momo's room.

"Yeah, I let all the people I hate ride on the back of my bike with their erection digging into my back."

"Momo." Ryoma turned red covering the front of his shorts with his hands.

"As I said we're friends no mater what happens. Now what to do about that." Momo scratched his chin as he looked at Ryoma's hands.

"Will it go away?" His question came out more panicked than he intended.

"Yes, come with me." He carefully followed Momo into the bathroom. "Cold water helps." Momo explained turning on the cold water in the shower.

"With my clothes on?"

"No, take them off."

"Okay." Ryoma suddenly felt foolish for asking . He stripped down hopping into the water. "Cold."

"That's the point."

"It's going down."

"It works like a charm when you don't have time to, oh, never mind." Momo sat down on the toilet seat stretching out his long legs.

"Burr." He shivered wrapping his arms around himself.

"Okay, now that you're calmed down turn on the hot water, because we smell." Momo stripped off his clothes and hopped in next to him.

"Momo." He moved over letting Momo get under the water.

"Today was interesting." Momo laughed ruffling Ryoma's wet strands of hair.

"Momo, stop, and today wasn't interesting it was a disaster. Kachiro, will probably start ignoring me again."

"Who cares about him, you have me."

"Yeah, but you're not in my class. You don't understand what it's like to be ignored and laughed at all day. I'm just glad Sakuno and Tomoko weren't there."

"Yeah, look at the bright side."

"There is no bright side. Now Oishi and Eiji probably hate me."

"Eiji will get over it. By tomorrow Eiji will be hopping all over you as usual."

"When you put it that way maybe I don't mind if he hates me for a little bit."

"It's not good to tell lies Ryoma." Momo laughed splashing him in the face.

"Momo," He whined smiling at his friend and splashing Momo back.

TBC