Dreaming of You
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or the associated characters.
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There was something snuggled up against him, like he had fallen asleep hugging a large teddy bear. He sleepily hugged it closer, tilting his chin downward a bit so he could plant a soft kiss on the top of the head pressed against his chest.
Head pressed against his chest? What the hell? Kaidoh blinked his eyes open. He had an arm and leg wrapped around Inui, holding the older boy tightly against him. He could feel himself blushing and mentally cursed the evil twist of fate that had not only made him so easily embarrassed, but had made it painfully obvious when he was in that state.
He slid his leg off of Inui, becoming aware of a slight stickiness in his shorts. What? Eeewww…. His nose wrinkled in disgust.
It's perfectly normal for an adolescent boy, a voice in his head pointed out reasonably. The voice sounded suspiciously like Inui.
What the hell had he been dreaming about? His mind helpfully replayed some of it. Oh, right. Inui's hands. Inui's large, lovely hands. Doing things. To him. His cheeks got redder with his increased embarrassment. Embarrassment mixed with sadness.
He was a creepy, anti-social guy with a disturbing resemblance to a snake and a barely suppressed tendency toward self-abuse. No one even wanted to really be his friend, much less more than that. The chances of Inui ever doing anything like in the dream were zero percent.
Ninety percent at the very least, the Inui voice in his head insisted. The voice was clearly demented, and Kaidoh told it so. No one as fascinating as Inui would ever be interested in someone like him.
He was distracted from his thoughts as Inui began to stir. It was then that he realized that the other boy's sleeping mask was up over his forehead. Before he could react to that, he found himself staring into the most beautiful dark green eyes he had ever seen.
Mustn't think dirty thoughts about Inui-senpai, mustn't think dirty thoughts about Inui-senpai, mustn't… damn it….
"Good morning, Kaidoh," Inui said with an odd little smile. "Did you have nice dreams?"
He felt his eyes go wide at that, most of his mind instantly becoming occupied with gibbering in panic while a small part wondered if it was possible for one's face to burst into flame from embarrassment. The Inui voice in the back of his head cackled and muttered something about good data.
"I… uh… um… fsshuu…." He scrambled over Inui and ran into the connected bathroom to hide.
He leaned against the door, sliding down it until he was sitting on the floor. Then he hugged himself and pressed his face against his knees. The comparative coolness felt nice.
Stupid, stupid, stupid…, he thought to himself, now he'll know I was having perverted dreams about him.
He felt his short nails lightly prick his skin, but stopped himself before he could dig them into his arms. Can't do that. Promised Inui-senpai that I wouldn't do things like that anymore.
Why would Inui even care if he hurt himself? No one else had seemed to care when he'd beaten his own knee bloody after the match with Echizen. Hell, even Inui hadn't seemed to care at the time. But for some inexplicable reason, the data collector had made him promise not to do things like that anymore as a condition for getting extra stamina training.
He considered Inui a friend. Maybe Inui felt the same way? He wanted Inui as more than a friend. Was that even possible?
Stupid, stupid Mamushi, to even consider it. This time the voice in his head sounded like Momoshiro. Even I don't like you, and I like everyone. Stupid, weird snake boy.
Chance that the Momoshiro in your head is a complete dumbass and should not be listened to: ninety-six point four percent.
He couldn't help smiling a bit at that. Momoshiro was always a complete dumbass, both the real one and the figment of his imagination. He vaguely wondered if he should be worried about the voices in his head, but decided not to let it bother him. He'd always invented people in his mind to talk to. It kept him from getting too lonely.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Well, no matter what, he couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. It was entirely possible that Inui had no idea what he had been dreaming about. He was sometimes embarrassed by the weirdest things, and the older boy was well aware of it. Maybe Inui would assume he'd been dreaming about everyone wearing pink tutus, or something equally absurd.
That thought calmed him down enough to open his eyes and get to his feet. He took another deep breath and opened the door, uttering a startled squeak as he nearly ran into Inui. The bespectacled teen was standing in the doorway with a strange expression on his face.
"Kaidoh… we need to talk."
He swallowed hard. "We…why…wha…" Why did his powers of coherency always seem to desert him when he needed them most?
Inui cocked his head slightly. "Hm. You are correct. Talking wouldn't be the best approach at the moment."
Before Kaidoh could even gather his thoughts enough to randomly babble a response, he found himself in Inui's arms, being held tightly.
"What are you-?" He was silenced by Inui's lips covering his own, a warm tongue sliding into his mouth to slowly explore.
Chance of the real me liking you as more than a friend: one-hundred percent.
Shut up, Kaidoh thought at the voice. Then he wrapped his arms around Inui and returned the kiss.