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

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Ryoma's Yaoi Fantasy:

Training for Three

Ryoma had left Momo's house after eating dinner with Momo's family. Now he was on his way to the pet store to pick out a toy for Kurapin. He was avoiding home sure that his father was talking to his mother and cousin about their father son talk. He passed by the street tennis courts. No one was there, he could practice for a little while and then head to the pet store. He pulled out his racket and tennis ball before hitting it up against the wall.

"What nice form you have, Ryoma." Ryoma turned around, letting the ball bounce to the ground. There was Atobe leaning back on a bench with Kabaji a few seats behind.

"Atobe!"

"The one and only. Right, Kabaji?" Atobe ran his hands through his hair arrogantly.

"Right," Kabaji grunted looking at them both with a blank expression.

"Yeah." Ryoma picked up his ball and began hitting it up against the wall.

"You know, Ryoma, playing with yourself can be fun, but playing with others can be a lot more…rewarding."

"Only when they're good."

"Then you're in luck because I'm the best. Right, Kabaji?"

"Right," Kabaji grunted.

"Mada mada dane." Ryoma gave Atobe his best arrogant gaze.

"Why, you little snot! Show some respect. For I am Atobe the great. I don't know why I even accepted to help Tezuka."

"Buchou?" Ryoma blinked as Atobe jumped down off the benches.

"Yes, Tezuka said he needed some help, and that you were distracting him from tennis. And you know I can't have my ultimate rival being distracted."

"How am I distracting him from tennis? He's already proven that he is better than me and you." Ryoma added that last you for spite.

"So naive." Atobe smiled at him queerly. Surely Tezuka hadn't told Atobe about the Inui juice?

"Fine, I'll play against you but only because Tezuka wants us to. Although. I really can't see Tezuka asking you to help him by training me." Ryoma held out his racket in challenge.

"Oh, you won't be needing that for our training." Atobe nodded to the racket. Ryoma didn't see the point of training without his racket, but he put it down curious to see what Atobe could teach him that he didn't already know.

"Now close your eyes." Ryoma closed his eyes visualizing hitting the tennis ball with his racket. He jumped when he felt lips press to his and hands in his hair. "Mmmf." Ryoma opened his eyes to see Atobe's closed ones.

"Ahh," he panted as Atobe finally pulled away.

"Cute." Atobe breathed heavily as he used his hands in Ryoma's hair to tilt Ryoma's head back.

"Why?"

"Because, Tezuka told me to come here. I can see why he lusts after you. You're so deliciously innocent, Ryoma." Atobe leaned down over him again bringing their lips together and pushing his tongue into Ryoma's mouth. Ryoma was in shock. He willingly let Atobe mingle their tongues together. It was different from the kiss he had shared with Tezuka. It was more wild kissing one of the enemy team captains. If this was really what Tezuka wanted then he would do it. But why would his Buchou want him to kiss another man? Maybe none of this was really happening. That must have been it, any minute he would be waking up with Seigaku team huddling around him while he was screaming Atobe's name. Damn the Inui juice.

"Ah, Atobe." Ryoma breathed breaking away. "More." He felt himself saying and doing things he wouldn't normally do, but what did he care, it was just the juice. He attacked Atobe pushing the taller teen onto the tennis court.

"Ryoma." Atobe looked up at him in surprise.

"Don't talk," Ryoma demanded. Fro once he wasn't going to play the innocent victim in these twisted fantasies. No this time someone else would be begging and calling his name. He's be damned if he woke up pleading for Tezuka's help. He attacked Atobe's slender neck with kisses as he ran his hands all over Atobe's chest.

000

Tezuka made his way to the tennis courts hopeful that some training with Atobe would get his mind off of Ryoma. He figured they would play against each other then they could go some place and blow off some steam by jerking each other off.

"Mmm," he heard Atobe moan as he walked up the step. Was it possible that Atobe might of started without him at the tennis courts. He moved quickly up the steps only to be stopped dead in his tracks.

"Mmm, Ryoma, yeah." He felt his blood boil as he saw his Ryoma hovering over Atobe kissing Atobe's neck and moving his hand over the front of Atobe's shorts.

"No!" Tezuka roared as Ryoma and Atobe finally looked up to notice him.

"Oh, you, well, as you can see I don't need you to save me this time, Tezuka." Ryoma snorted at him.

"What?" He gaped at Ryoma.

"You know. This is the point where you come into rescue me after some twisted freak has attacked me. Then we go off and you make love to me because if I don't do it now I will never be able to do it. Than I wake up screaming your name and embarrassing myself in front of the team," Ryoma cried.

"Oh, Ryoma, trust me when I say this is real, and you have already woken up. Remember I threw water on you." Tezuka's anger lessoned a bit as he looked into Ryoma's confused eyes.

"Really?" Ryoma asked, and Tezuka just nodded his head yes. Ryoma immediately rolled off of Atobe before turning red. "Damn," Ryoma cursed.

"Damn, is right." Atobe hissed glaring at Tezuka. "If you hadn't showed up…"

"What the hell were you doing?" he snapped, cutting Atobe off.

"Training him like you asked me to, I think. You weren't really clear what you wanted over the phone."

"I didn't mean to train him. I meant me. I meant we would train together and them we could go some place more private," he growled clenching his fists. "I didn't know Ryoma was going to be here."

"So, destiny brought us together." Atobe arched an elegant eyebrow. "I would tell you that you need to learn how to communicate your needs better, Tezuka, but I rather like this turn of events."

"I'll never live this down. Buchou must think I'm a pervert and Atobe must think I'm a freak." Ryoma mumbled to himself pounding his fists onto the ground. Tezuka desperately wanted Ryoma to do to him what he had done to Atobe. It pissed him off that Ryoma was more willing with Atobe than he had been with him.

"It looks like Seigaku's little pillar is having a mental break down. Maybe his big strong Buchou should forget about what his mean old jealous coach said and comfort him." Atobe slithered up to him grabbing his hand.

"I shouldn't, it's wrong; just look at him." He pointed to Ryoma who was shaking his head and muttering things.

"Tezuka, don't think, just act. You don't want me to have been farther with him than you." Atobe touched his own neck pointing out the hickeys on his skin.

"Damn you, Atobe." Tezuka gnashed his teeth remembering the first time he and Atobe had touched each other. They had been at a tennis camp when the old Seigaku and Hyotai captains had dared them to get each other off. Unable to back down from a dare, they had touched each other until they found release. After the incident they would occasionally call each other for favors.

"Ah, I was awake and I attacked Atobe, and Buchou was there. Kabaji, oh, no, Kabaji!" Ryoma looked up the benches where indeed Kabaji was sitting. There was a black expression on Kabaji's features. "No!" Ryoma shook his head muttering things again.

"Well, if you're not going to take advantage of him, I will." Atobe flipped his hair before crawling carefully over to Ryoma. Tezuka couldn't stand the thought of Atobe attacking Ryoma in his weakened mental state. He walked over to where Atobe and Ryoma were and got down on the ground grabbing Ryoma and pulling him into a kiss. He felt Atobe's hands running through Ryoma's and his hair bringing their heads together.

"Mmm," he growled in the back of his throat as he felt Atobe's hand leave his hair and move to the front of his shorts.

"Ahh." Ryoma broke away from him, throwing his head back and spreading his legs. Tezuka looked down and noticed Atobe was mimicking the same action on Ryoma with his other hand. "Atobe," Ryoma moaned grabbing Atobe's hand and bucking against it.

"Mine." Tezuka slapped Atobe's hand away replacing it with his own. Atobe just shrugged and kissed the back of his neck.

"You two look so hot." Atobe moaned in his ear.

"Buchou."

"That's right, I'm your Buchou," Tezuka groaned as Ryoma sucked on his neck.

"Show your Buchou how much you care about him." Atobe said circling around to Ryoma's other side. Suddenly they were a tangle of limbs. He could feel Ryoma's hands rubbing at the front of his shorts working his arousal.

"Ryoma, you're going to make me come in my pants if you don't stop that."

"What the…" Tezuka looked up to see Fuji and Yuuta standing a few feet away.

"Don't look, Yuuta." Fuji's smile faded and his eyes widened. Fuji covered his brother's eyes with his hands.

"Fuji," Ryoma gasped moving away from the captains.

"Yes, that's my name, Ryoma. You know you are partially responsible for ruining my day. Here Yuuta and I were going to play some tennis after an innocent day of fun only to find you three getting ready to bang on the court. Do you know how long it is going to take me to reverse this mess. Yuuta will never want to hang out with his big brother again."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here, Fuji." Yuuta pushed Fuji's hands away.

"Sorry to in-conveyance you, Fuji, but I highly doubt your date was just innocent fun. Just admit that the only reason you're pissed off is because you wanted to be doing with Yuuta what we were doing with each other." Atobe laughed standing up proudly.

"You're gross." Yuuta looked at Atobe with disgust. "You didn't really have that planned did you?" Yuuta looked up at his brother with pleading eyes.

"Of course not, Yuuta." Yuuta looked at his brother doubtfully.

"You've got to be stupid if you believe that," Atobe sneered at them.

"Are you calling my little brother stupid, you stuck up snob?" Fuji yelled.

"Yeah, maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to kick your ass."

"How barbaric!" Atobe scoffed turning up his nose.

"Oh, I don't mean with my fists I mean to beat you on the courts." Fuji pulled out his tennis racket pointing it at Atobe.

"Fine, Kabaji." Atobe snapped his fingers.

"Right." Kabaji grunted.

"Oh, no you don't, Atobe. You're going to fight this one on your own." Fuji hissed piercing Atobe with his cold eyes.

"Fine. Kabaji, Racket." Atobe stretched out his hand waiting.

"Fuji, this match is not an authorized match." Tezuka finally stepped in. He didn't want Fuji to lose or for Atobe to gloat. Both teens were talented, but Atobe was just a little better.

"I'm sorry captain, but this is our off hours and we're just going to play a friendly tennis game, right, Atobe?" Fuji smirked.

"Right," Atobe snapped quickly. Atobe then covered his mouth with a stricken expression.

"My, how nice, my very own Kabaji."

"Kabaji," Kabaji murmured pointing at himself. Fuji laughed evilly as Atobe glared.

"You're going to pay for that comment." Atobe grabbed the racket out of Kabaji's hands.

"Really, Fuji, don't fight on my behalf. I can fight my own battles. I'm not a little kid." Yuuta clenched his fists.

"I was with Tezuka and Atobe. Then Yuuta, and Fuji… and oh, no, Kabaji!" Ryoma cried shaking his head.

"Listen, I don't care what you two do, come on Ryoma." Tezuka grabbed Ryoma's hand. He had to get Ryoma out of there before the teen broke.

000

Broken thoughts were racing through his mind so fast that he hadn't even realized that he and Tezuka had left the tennis courts.

"Buchou, why?" He wanted to know why the night had turned out the way it had.

"Why, what, Ryoma?"

"Never mind."

"I'm taking you home." Tezuka squeezed his hand tighter.

"No." Ryoma felt fear at the mention of Tezuka's home. If he went home with Tezuka then they would have sex, just like in his dreams. He wasn't ready for that. He struggled more trying to get away. "No, I won't go to your house."

"I'm taking you back to your house, where you belong." Tezuka growled grasping his hand tighter.

"My house?"

"Yes, your house. Ryoma, I don't want you wandering around the streets alone after school anymore."

"What?"

"You're too damn naive. I'm going to talk to your parents. Do they even know you're out running around? Do they know what you do, who you hang out with?"

"No, and they don't care," Ryoma answered hastily starting to feel pissed off. Now Tezuka was acting like a parent. "Don't fool around with me and then treat me like a child. I'm not a child."

"Maybe so, but you're very immature and innocent. You can't tell when people have bad intentions for you."

"I know you and Atobe had bad intentions." He glared at his Buchou wishing the taller teen would just let him go.

"You have no idea what you got yourself into back there. You're lucky I showed up."

"What, so you two could tag team me. By the way you two seemed comfy," he snapped.

"That is none of your business."

"Then when and where I go out at night is none of yours. On the tennis courts you're my Buchou, but off you are not."

"But I am your senior, and you will listen to me, Ryoma."

"No, no, I wont."

"This is what I mean by immature." Ryoma shook with anger. Who was Tezuka to call him immature.

"Bastard."

"Only when you aggravate me. Now just let escort you home and talk to your parents.

"No, you can't." There was no way he was going to let Tezuka meet his father. He had been through enough humiliation the last couple of weeks to last a life time.

"Now, we're just going around in a circle again." Tezuka breathed heavily rubbing his temples.

"You don't understand my father's."

"Only one of the greatest tennis players ever. I know all about your father, Ryoma."

"You don't know what he's really like. He's embarrassing, arrogant, and a major pervert. Come to think of it, come on over, you two should get along perfectly," he seethed.

"Ryoma," Tezuka growled squeezing his hand tight and dragging him close while raising his other hand. Ryoma flinched sure Tezuka was going to strike him. Instead Tezuka rested his hand behind Ryoma's head. Tezuka drew him into a kiss. They kissed until he was sure he was going to pass out. "I won't go see your parents, but if I catch you prowling the streets at night I will inform them," Tezuka panted looking him straight in the eyes.

"Fine." Ryoma lied knowing Tezuka had no real power over him

"Good now run home, Ryoma. Oh, and be on time to practice tomorrow or you will be sorry."

"Yes, Buchou." He leaned up and gave Tezuka a kiss on the cheek before running home.

TBC