Been so long since I last updated this story, but no worries, I plan to give it everything I've got!
WARNING: It contains male/male interaction
Dislcaimer: I do not own POT. Prince of tennis!
Rough and smooth, small but packed a punch when saying the right words. Ryoma was now allowing Atobe, the king of tennis to finally touch his body. The driver of the limo heard the commotion and knew what the young master did as a living and knew he would want his privacy. He left the car and sat along the sandy beach, looking up at the night sky. He checked his watch and found that it was only eight 'O clock in the night.
Back in the black car, he realized the size and texture of the scar and knew at that instant that the boy had been hit across the back with a tennis racquet. Atobe was now seeing the full scar on Ryoma's back. He unzipped Ryoma's dress and turned the boy around. The scar on Ryoma's back was surprisingly wide but it did not matter. Atobe leaned forward and kissed the scar tenderly like it was fragile piece of glass. Ryoma flinched but didn't say anything and allowed Atobe to continue kissing.
"Atobe." Ryoma's voice was low almost leading up as a whisper in the dark car. His body flinched every time Atobe's kisses turned into licking.
The king of tennis stopped planting his kisses and leaned closer toward Ryoma's back. The dress had now just been another item for the floor of the car and Ryoma's bare skin was now visible. Atobe had never been turned on like this since the last girl he met which was a few years ago. His face reddened in that moment and he found himself hovering over Ryoma like a beast. He had unwillingly pushed the boy down without realizing it. It was like a giant trance had been cast onto him. Ryoma knew what was coming next but his thoughts were being clouded with crazy acts of strange positions. He was frightened.
"S-stop!" Ryoma tried to get up but Atobe's controlled self had left him as a dreaming young man who wanted something that would last the night. His prey was Ryoma. A bead of sweat poured down Atobe's face and dripped onto Ryoma's back.
"I dreamed of this moment, Echizen. Forgive me, Ryoma, but I can't hold back anymore." With his feelings out in the open, Atobe really didn't hold back and kissed Ryoma's scar.
"S-stupid monkey king! Get off of me!" Ryoma tried to jab Atobe in the stomach but the king of tennis was a person to be reckoned with. His sharp senses were quick like he was on the tennis court and he quickly grabbed Ryoma's arm before he could even nudge him.
"Hush. I'll make you feel like a princess once we're through." Atobe licked the tip of Ryoma's ear lobe and smiled at the slight pleasure the boy expressed through his facial expressions. The small blushing only enlightened the man to continue.
It was pure innocence on Atobe's part but was considered as rape to Ryoma. He didn't really hate the man, he just did not like the way he did things. His startling cry got Atobe's attention. Ryoma held back another startling gasp as Atobe began to slip his hand between Ryoma's buttocks. Moaning and breathing heavily, Echizen was already on the brink of collapsing under such pleasurable actions.
Heart broken and frustrated, Tezuka found his peace of mind just staring at the front of Ryoma's house. Echizen's father had been staring at a magazine for the last ten minutes, mumbling to himself from what Tezuka saw. He didn't find it all too odd that his father would be out at night. Tezuka knew he must have been worried all this time. Playing tennis was one thing but to be hanging out with friends for so long. It was the lie he had told to everyone on the team minus Momoshiro and Tezuka. He was about to go until he bumped into Fuji. It was not surprising to see the captain at Echizen's house but this late at night, Fuji was interested in what the situation was this time around. Knowing Tezuka for as long as he did, he knew the captain well enough that he wouldn't let go of something once he's had it. And he also knew of Ryoma and Tezuka's relationship.
"Ah! Fuji. Sorry, I didn't see you there." The young man smiled up at him like he usually did.
"Tezuka. Out for a late night walk? I just finished having something to eat with Eiji." Tezuka pushed his glasses to the top of the bridge of his nose and continued walking, acting like he would usually around his team mates.
Fuji followed in his stead and waited for the man's reply. It was awkward having a best friend who knew your worst fears and acknowledged the person deep within. What was scary was how Fuji also seemed to know things without being told. Tezuka was grateful for at least one friend who knew what he had been going through.
"I was just seeing Echizen off. Sent him my best regards and Atobe…won the match." Fuji's eyes looked as though they would pop out if he widened them any further apart.
The news that Atobe had won against both Momo and Tezuka gave him a scary thought. Was this so-called 'king' really such an extraordinary player? And if so, would Fuji be allowed to ever play the man? He left such thoughts for another time and instead, waited for Tezuka's latest thoughts and feelings. The both of them knew each other's weaknesses and what they were strong with. But neither knew how exactly the other felt about such matters of romance.
"Does that mean Echizen-kun is…" Fuji trailed off to give Tezuka some space as they walked across the street among several other people.
Tezuka stopped at the corner of the curb, causing Fuji to stop abruptly behind him. Fuji finally saw what Tezuka had stopped for and saw Eiji and Oishi making out in a near-emptied restaurant just in front of them. Tezuka paid no mind to them but worried about Fuji's feelings towards seeing their golden pair messing around in public. But the young man's face was painless and still smiling.
"I'm sorry, Fuji." Tezuka walked past the shop never looking back and listened intently on Fuji's reactions.
"It's fine. I already asked about him and Eiji. Flat out, told me. I got rejected." Tezuka stopped walking and turned around to face Fuji. Fuji's face was swelled with tears at the corners of his eyes and his teeth were grinding against each other in anger.
"Fuji." Tezuka had never seen his prodigy team player friend cry like that. You would think that someone in his family had died. Fuji's eyes were swollen and red. "It hurts so much!" Fuji silenced the rest of his cries by putting a hand over his mouth.
Tezuka knew what it felt like and comforted the young man by embracing him. Fuji took Tezuka's small hug as sign of respect and began crying into his chest. All Tezuka could do now for his best friend was pat his head and tell him the things he wanted to hear. And that was for him to try to get Eiji to acknowledge his feelings once again. But Fuji was too upset to even say anything so Tezuka did not mention the problem any further.
A/n: Poor Fuji-kun. *Sniff* So sad. But that's dramas for ya. Tune in next time to see where Atobe takes Ryoma. Also, does Eiji already know about Fuji's feelings?