You know this is a big deal; Yuushi loves being in control almost as much as you do. You're gentle. You know what to do, how to make it nice and painless. Even though Yuushi is the only one you've ever been the bottom for; you know how to make it comfortable. Anyway, you want it to be the same for him, too.

You coat your fingers in lube, teasing the area before slowly sliding a finger inside him.

"Shit, that's cold," he grouses. You ignore him, happy when he groans, shifting around the intrusion. You smile, knowing the pleasure will come. You slip another finger in, tracing his insides.

"Quit teasing," he urges you. You remove your fingers, eager to get on with the show.

"Want to prepare me?" He nods, a bit apprehensive. You reach for him, wanting to kiss him.

He squeezes out more lotion and smoothes it on you. You can't help but shiver at the sensation; he's right, it is cold.

"That's enough," you whisper hoarsely. He spreads his legs invitingly, revealing himself.

You position yourself, sheathing yourself in the hot cavern of blistering heat. It feels incredible, just like you thought it would. So unbelievably tight. You tell him so, and he just smiles at you, tightly.

You pump in and out of him experimentally, setting a rhythm. You want to find that spot within him that will blow his mind.

When his back arches and he lets out a strangled yell, you know you've found it.

It's been a while since you were on top and you don't think you can last much longer. You know he can't, admiring his taut muscles. You start stroking him, thinking all that moaning and writhing suits him. Maybe he'd bottom more often if he knew how breathtaking he looked.

"You look so beautiful," Yuushi tells you before you can get the words out.

"As do you," you reply. "So out of control." You want him to really lose control. To be overcome by so much pleasure that he can't contain it. And you want to be the one to do it. There's no one else for you.

You start to really hammer into him, pulling almost entirely out before plunging back in. You jerk him off, timing it so that it's perfect.

After a particularly vicious hit to his prostrate, Yuushi comes with a yelp that sounds like your name. The sight of his control breaking, the hot streams of pearly white coming out, is what sets off your own reaction. The world around you brightens into a brilliant white before you stop thinking of descriptive words that won't do what happens next justice. You collapse on top of him, acknowledging Yuushi's arm that wraps around you.

"That was incredible, Keigo. Thank you." He's smiling. You can hear it in his voice.

You murmur, "No problem." You settle in for a nap, knowing that even as Yuushi arranges himself, he won't be going anywhere.

#

You're in a cage of some kind. Like a jail cell, you think. But you can't tell if you're inside or out of it. Imprisoned or outside looking in. You think you're outside of it.

Inside is Yuushi. And he's not alone. Gakuto is there with him. They're not having sex to your relief. No, they're just talking, heads bent close. Yuushi looks relaxed. Happy. And your relief disintegrates. No. You shout the word over and over, but they can't hear you. Too lost in their own world. You back away, scared and confused.

And then –

"Keigo!"

That voice. Yuushi's voice. You open your eyes, seeing his concerned ones. Your shoulder hurts and you rub it gingerly.

"I pinched you. Sorry, but you were thrashing around. And you wouldn't stop saying no…" Yuushi hesitates and then says, "Ah, you were saying Gakuto's name before that."

Your body tenses, Yuushi noticing the minute change. "Now, I'd be worried but I know how much you hate him."

He's joking but he looks concerned.

"You love me, right?" Even after everything, you still need to be sure.

"Of course. Keigo, what's this about?"

You want to say more but the sound of Yuushi's cell phone ringing stops you.

You reach across him, grabbing for his phone on the bedside table. Gakuto.

"Gakuto? Why is he calling you?" your voice is shaking, rising an octave. The dream is too close, too real. You try to keep calm. You wait for him to assure you nothing is wrong.

"Keigo! Stop!"

But you can't, you're incensed. You roll away from him. Trusting him was a mistake, you think wilding. Believing he could really love you was…

The sound the harsh contact of his palm to your smooth cheek resounds as you stare at him, shocked. You raise your hand to feel the sting of the slap.

You're brought back to your senses. "Why do I do it?" you whisper brokenly.

He takes your hand again with one of his and with the other, touches your charm point.

"You test people. You always have. At Hyoutei, it was through tennis."

That's right, you realize. "Because tennis doesn't lie."

It sounds foolish, but it's true. Yuushi understands. You love that he does.

"But people do. So you test them." You don't bother to ask when Yuushi sat down and decided he wanted to understand you. You don't want to know how many hours it took to analyze your antics, how he found the time. You attribute it to his genius.

Everyone remarks upon your admittedly remarkable eyes; they haven't seen Yuushi's though. They sparkle behind glasses and you're glad only you can see him like this.

You're always looking for the flaws in others, maybe because you don't want to look at your own.

"I remember, people thought I couldn't get you," Yuushi says out of the blue. He looks relaxed. Like he did in that dream with Gakuto, only not. He seems content.

"Yeah? Why's that?" you ask, snuggling against the crook of his neck.

"They thought you were in love with Jiroh."

You wince but then grow thoughtful. "Jiroh didn't. And I didn't."

"And neither did I."

You're glad so you say so. "I'm happy. People see what they want to see, not what's actually there."

"Is that so?" Yuushi asks.

You nod.

"But I see you. And I see your love and the respect you have for me. Is that just my imagination, am I only dreaming?" He challenges you.

"Perhaps," you say, knowing he'll probably cuff you on the head. But gently, because he loves you.

#

"I mean, I had a lot of fun. I finally got Atobe back for all he's done. But why did you do it?"

"I had to know if he'd really changed." Yuushi keeps his voice quiet, thinking wrongly that you're asleep.

"And?"

"I think we'll be fine."

"Good. And, tell him I'm sorry. You know, for kissing you that day. Did you tell him you were only indulging me? I think he really believed you would cheat on him. I've never seen him so furious." What Gakuto meant was he'd never seen the fearless captain of Hyoutei so close to tears. "So, yeah. Just tell him I'm sorry. And that I hope it works out."

You and Yuushi simultaneously hoped it did too.

"But Gakuto, he knows about that." Oh, yes you did. You had questioned him extensively about the one time he'd slept with Gakuto.

"He does? Shit. Um, how did you get out of that one?"

"I told the truth. You wanted me to be your first. He thought it was quite sweet." You snort mentally, sweet is right. As long as Yuushi never slept with anyone else ever again, you suppose it is fine.

"Ugh. He'll never let me live it down. Why did I have to fall for Ore-sama's boyfriend?"

Yuushi smiles at the word. Boyfriend.

"How's Hiyoshi?" Yuushi asks, skillfully changing the subject.

"Fine. The dojo renovations are done. You should come by sometime. Maybe bring Atobe? Wait, don't bring him. Who knows, maybe we could coax the Silver Pair to join us. And Jiroh and everyone else. We could have a Hyoutei reunion!"

It sounds like a disaster to Yuushi.

"Sure, that sounds wonderful," he lies, ever the gentleman.

"What sounds wonderful?" You roll over, pretending you haven't been listening the entire time.

"A reunion," Yuushi tells you before giving you a quick good morning kiss. Only you think it's a shame when he gives you quick ones so you lengthen it by adding some tongue. Yuushi drops the phone.

"Yuushi? Atobe is that you? Guys that's gross. I can hear you. Okay, I'll talk to you later."

A beep later tells them Gakuto has hung up but neither really care all that much. They were too bent on exploring each other's bodies as though it was the first time.

#

Epilogue:

"Yuushi, I have a favor to ask." You think about the right way to say it. Today is the day both of you will remain in bed for the entire day. Alternating between making love, talking, and sleeping, everything is perfect. Or almost perfect. There's just one little hiccup. If you can get the words out. If he says yes.

"What is it Keigo?"

"Will you go to Tezuka and Fuji's wedding with me?" You're glad you get the names out without crying. It's been easier to think about them ever since Yuushi became yours… You're getting better and better at figuring him out. A feat no one has yet managed. So when he says nothing for a moment, it only takes you a few seconds before the last piece of the puzzle falls in to place. And you know exactly what to say to coax him. "As my boyfriend." There, now Yuushi can't refuse.

He nods, an easy smile tracing his eyes. His lips quirking. "Of course. Sure you won't be tempted?" He kisses you. Soulfully. He knows how much this means to you, to both of you.

"Not if you're there I won't be."

"Count me in."

"Thought so."

"Manipulative little…"

You glare at him, daring him to say it. Instead he breaks off laughing. Yuushi's laugh, free and unrestrained, is a clear sound. Maybe a little wholesome. Wholesome? Yuushi? That makes you chortle.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." You love being insufferable.

"Tell me." He looks exasperated but it doesn't show in his voice. You smirk.

"It's a secret." You know he loves you being insufferable. Even if he doesn't admit it.

"About me no doubt. Spill." He pauses before adding, "And we have no secrets."

You think about that. "That's not true. Oh, sure, I have none from you whatsoever. But the real question is, what are you hiding from me?"

You and Yuushi have always talked about you, why you are the way you are. You've never really questioned why he was the way he was. Why he wears glasses when he doesn't need to. Why he's such a romantic. It makes you feel bad. But there's time, now.

"Absolutely nothing."

"Ah, Yuushi. You're no fun," you start to pout but he kisses you before you can begin. You're a ball of energy; sex always does that for you. And knowing Yuushi is yours gives you a permanent high that rivals tennis and winning.

"Hey, I know why I'm Ore-sama, but why do they call you a tensai?" you bait him, loving him when he rolls his eyes and rises to it.

"I'll show you why."

Snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him, he does. Many times.

Yuushi asks you a question later that day, while the two of you are curled up in bed.

"You're different," he remarks.

"How have I changed?" you ask. But he only smiles, the bastard. But you know the answer anyway. You know what's different.

You're not scared of anything anymore. There's only one thing that truly scares you. The thought of losing Yuushi, of him leaving you. But that will never happen. That's what today was for; he promised he wouldn't leave your side. And he hadn't. Today proved that this time, you would find your happily ever after. Between Yuushi and Ore-sama, you're invincible. And it's true, even though it took a while, Ore-sama is back.

~Fin