Date written: 02-25-06

Prompt: Hot.

Pairing: TakaFuji - implied Golden Pair

Disclaimer: Trust me... I don't own Prince of Tennis...

Warnings: Implied boys liking other boys in more than friendly ways. Don't like...? Click back now.

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Hot

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Burning. Fire. He pound the ball roughly, giving out his battle cry as it sliced through the air. He made a fist, bringing his elbow tucked down at his side. He looked to me. His eyes burning wildly with that hidden flame that few got to see close up for whatever their reasons be. Fear or something else.

"Ah...Good game, Taka-san..." Oishi smiled, walking up to the net, Eiji in close suit behind him. I walked over, easily taking the racket from him, I wonder if he lets me. If even in his current state of burning if he still sees me through the flames. He has to. We move to the net together, each taking our turn to shake hands before we each go our seperate ways. Taka with myself and Eiji with Oishi.

"Taka-san..." The sound is breathless, breath erratic. If one were to pay close enough attention one might think that Taka would be the type to merely blush furiously while such an act was being commited, though he is not. He's got that look of pure satisfaction. He is happy. His eyes hold that same fierce flame as when he's holding that racket, slicing a ball with a force that could easily break bone if it were to directly hit. He's a powerhouse... He knows it.

"Fujiko-chan...?" He's smiling, eyes bright. How lovely. A pair of pale hands slowly move to take hold of his cheeks before pressing for another kiss up on toes due to the height difference.

Such a fire, it's hot. The room is on fire...

I can feel his height making my body melt despite the cool metal of the lockers. A run. I wonder if anyone even believed me. The sun is shining through the window, the fire is still raging. I can't keep my eyes open anymore. The light is too bright. The flame is engulfing. I feel my weight slip, is this it? All the time spent, for this one moment. The room is burning... I can't bear the heat. I won't make it this time. It's too close, I can't breath.

Taka's pulling back, it feels as if I've just been doused with a large bucket of icewater. Suddenly the room feels so cold, the metal is making me shiver. I can hear and feel the breeze from the air conditioning. I look up, he's still there. His hand moves to my cheek, who couldn't smile at him. I'm on fire when I'm with him. I can still feel my breath. It's still out if it's usual rhythm. Has he noticed, he's watching me peculiarly. He knows. My weakness. His flame.

His thumb brushes against my cheek, the work worn hands sending sensations that I'd rather not dwell on. Don't light the match. The fire might go out this time. My hand moves over his, urging it down. As if he can read my every thought his arms engulf my waist. He's strong but he knows that I am thin and he doesn't squeeze too tightly. The warmth. I feel sleepy. He's holding me. I can tell. I'm getting hot again. My head turns against his chest. Don't let the fire go out.

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