Disclaimer: I do not own the idea or characters from Prince of Tennis. (The greatest manga/anime ever). XD

A/N: Ok I'm SO SORRY! Please don't kill me. I know I haven't updated in two weeks, but I got a new computer and I had school stuff going on so... I know. I'm sorry. Btw, Poll on my profile is a Tie Breaker. Please Cast your votes seeing as you are deciding the pairing and I am leaving up to you guys. I'm counting on you. Posting another fic as apology.

Tezuka had let his guard, he was careless, and look what had happened because of it: his former teammate was leeched onto his body, their lips attached to one another's.

'But is it such a bad thing?' Tezuka thought.

'I mean how long have I been waiting for this opportunity to arise?' Despite Tezuka's better instincts that said: this was going to be long, hard journey; he began to respond to the kiss.

Ryoma was definitely wide awake now, if he hadn't been before, and he was starting to get impatient waiting for Tezuka to "up the stakes". Never-the-less he wasn't disappointed, and soon Tezuka was nibbling on Ryoma's bottom lip for permission. Ryoma granted his request, and Tezuka slid his tongue into his mouth exploring and guiding the younger through the kiss.

Ryoma was the first to pull away, completely and utterly breathless. Tezuka looked down at the boy whose cheeks were now tinted an alluring primrose, and who was inhaling air in selfish gulps.

Tezuka pushed himself off the boy (A/N: He had stumbled on him when Ryoma pulled him down for the kiss), favoring a seat on his bed, which Ryoma was currently occupying. Tezuka stared at nothing in particular as he regained his stoic composure and impassive façade.

"Neh, Buchou?" Ryoma said in order to gain the lost attention from his captain.

"Yes, Ryoma?" Tezuka questioned while Ryoma smirked at the use of his first name.

"Let's visit Taka's." He stated cryptically.

But because Tezuka knew the boy he immediately decoded his meaning. Tezuka raised an eyebrow.

'Well that was unexpected', the thought.

'Ryoma wanted to go to lunch with his old team? Now?' Ryoma soon caught that Tezuka understood what he was talking about.

"Buchou you can drive can't you? You'll have to invite everyone of course since I haven't seen them in what? Two years? I'm sure my dad will be fine here by himself…" Ryoma continued rambling, talking more to himself than Tezuka.

Tezuka inwardly smiled, 'a rambling Ryoma sure was a cute one.' Ryoma jumped out of the bed and headed over to the door.

"You coming Buchou?" He called, snapping Tezuka from his thoughts.

"Of course." He said nodding. He'd talk to Ryoma about what just had happened later. Tezuka stood up and walked over to the door, so that he could be where Ryoma was located, and stopped. Ryoma grabbed Tezuka's hand, ran down the stairs, and out the front door they had entered the house through. But not before bidding his madly chuckling father and quick farewell.

Ryoma dragged Tezuka to his car and waited for it to be unlocked. He practically flew in and fastened his seatbelt, as Tezuka did the same. Tezuka started the car and backed out of the concrete driveway ready for their destination.

Ryoma managed to snake his had into Tezuka's pocket and snatch his cell phone. Tezuka ignored the action as Ryoma forwarded text messages to all his old teammates.

'Wouldn't they be in for surprise.' Ryoma thought picturing their reactions as he walked into the restaurant with Tezuka none-the-less.

A/N: Please Read and Review! Flames are accepted. Constructive Criticism is appreciated. And again I'm really sorry! I promise the next chapter very soon!