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Run To Me	By : Pixxit Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 2449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Run To Me~

The rain was coming down hard, now. Icycold pinpricks
struck Yuuta�s neck and forearms and he wished that
he�d had the good sense to grab his jacket before he�d rushed from the dorms
and out into the rain.

He hadn�t possessed good sense though � not then and not
now.

Mizuki was cryptic at best and
untrustworthy at his worst, yet�Yuuta could not deny
his interest in the older boy.
Regardless of what had passed between them and how disillusioned Yuuta had been, somehow Mizuki
had managed to turn the tide with vague words and light touches that had only
intensified over the past few weeks.

Yuuta had not spoken of it to Shuusuke. That was
his first mistake. And now, with Mizuki�s soft voice still echoing in his mind and the
memory of those insistent, deceptively passive hands on Yuuta�s
body still tingling along his nerve endings, Yuuta
realized that not making his boundaries known to Mizuki
had been mistake number two. There
wasn�t going to be a third mistake.

Disgusted with his own innocence and naivety, he hurried
along the sidewalk, kicking through puddles of water and swiping blinding
moisture from his eyes. It was rain �
just rain. Fuji Yuuta
didn�t cry.

It was no surprise that, when he�d twisted out of Mizuki�s possessive, cloying grasp, and run � like the
coward he knew he was � the only path available to him was the one that would
lead him directly to his brother.
Getting to Shuusuke and taking some measure of
comfort was paramount in Yuuta�s mind. He knew it was stupid of him to wallow in
self-pity, though. It wouldn�t matter
what Yuuta needed � Shuusuke
would give it to him, without question.

And that, Yuuta told himself, was
the reason he was, even now, climbing the steps to his family�s home and
hoping, beyond all hope, that his brother would be there.

Shrugging his shoulders and shaking the excess water off, he
shivered, teeth chattering as he lifted his hand to knock, only to have the
door swing open before his fingertips could graze the doorknocker.

Shuusuke stood, one hand on the
doorknob, the other holding a steaming cup of tea. He didn�t look surprised to see Yuuta and stepped back a little, smiling easily at his
younger brother. �Yuuta-kun. I
thought you weren�t coming home this weekend.�

Yuuta brushed past his brother,
shoulders still hunched as the water continued to run down his back in cold
rivulets. �I live here, don�t I? I didn�t think I�d have to call first.�

Wishing he could call the defensive words back before he�d
even finished uttering them, Yuuta faced away from Shuusuke, unwilling to share his feelings just yet. It wasn�t time to let his guard down.

He glanced up, eyes wide, when Shuusuke
pressed the warm cup into his hands and met his eyes solemnly. �Come into the kitchen. I�ll go get you a towel.�

Yuuta nodded silently and followed
his older brother further into the house.
Shuusuke moved fluidly, gracefully, as he
always did and Yuuta was so admiring of him at that
moment. Shuusuke
had to be curious as to what had driven Yuuta to strike
out across town this late in the evening � in the pouring rain, no less � but
he didn�t press. He always gave Yuuta exactly what he needed, even when Yuuta
had no idea what that was.

Returning to him with a fluffy white towel, Shuusuke turned to pour another cup of tea before leaning
against the counter to study his brother.
Neither boy spoke for a long moment and thankfully, finally, Shuusuke offered his brother a small smile and gestured to
the empty room. �They went to a
show.�

Yuuta nodded, feeling himself relax marginally as he set his cup down and began to
dry himself. His teeth were still
chattering and Shuusuke was still watching him.

�Saa, Yuuta. Why don�t you go shower � change into
something dry.�

Yuuta looked up, towel obscuring
his head and part of his face. He took a
long time to answer but, eventually, he nodded.
�Okay.�

He set his cup down and headed toward the bathroom without a
backward glance. The moment his little
brother was out of sight, Shuusuke�s smile faded. He�d received a very smug phone call from
Hajime Mizuki roughly ten minutes before Yuuta had turned up on his doorstep � wet and shivering and
completely out of sorts.

I imagine Yuuta-kun will be arriving shortly, Fuji-san. If he doesn�t�I�d suggest you send out a
search party. He was a
little�uptight�when he left.

Shuusuke had not bothered to reply
and had killed the connection without thinking twice. Hajime liked to play games � Fuji Shuusuke had never lost one.

He�d put water on for tea and had then gone to the window to
keep watch for his brother, pondering the demons that Yuuta
fought, and would probably continue to fight.
He�d smiled, letting his thoughts touch on Yuuta�s
little personality quirks like he wanted to touch his skin. Yuuta was passionate,
he was stubborn � he was also idealistic and na�ve. And then, that familiar figure had come into Shuusuke�s line of vision and everything else had simply
fallen away. Yuuta
had run to him just the way he�d used to.

Yuuta had come home.

Shuusuke uncapped the brandy and
added a bit to both his cup and Yuuta�s before
setting them on a small service tray and heading to Yuuta�s
bedroom. Yuuta
needed to relax, he needed to be reminded that he
could trust.

He put the tray on the bedside table and sat down on his
brother�s bed. He sighed, rubbing the
palm of his hand over the soft, worn surface of his little brother�s
bedcovers. He wanted, so badly, to ease Yuuta�s suffering, to hold him up while he fought against
himself. If only Yuuta
would allow it.

He looked up as his brother entered the room, dressed in
white shorts and a plain, black t-shirt.
He was hesitant in meeting Shuusuke�s eyes and
so Shuusuke spoke first. �I brought the tea.�

Yuuta sat down beside his brother,
with plenty of space between them. He
sighed. �Aniki.�

Shuusuke smiled. �You don�t have to.� He offered helpfully. Yuuta hung his
head, his burden so palpable, so tragic.

�I don�t know where to start.� He admitted truthfully. Shusuuke rested one
hand on his brother�s shoulder and handed him a cup.

�The beginning is usually the best place. But, as I said � it�s not necessary.�

Yuuta sipped his tea thoughtfully,
licking his lips when he raised his eyes to Shuusuke�s. �I don�t know what I�m doing anymore, Aniki.�

Shuusuke didn�t smile. You
never did, Yuuta-kun.
�You know. You just wish you
didn�t.�

Yuuta didn�t look away. �He called you, didn�t he?�

Shuusuke sipped his own tea
nodding. �Did you doubt it of him? Hajime is a puppet master, Yuuta-kun, it�s what he lives
for.�

Yuuta couldn�t conceal the misery
in his eyes. �You knew. From the very
beginning you knew what kind of person he was.
Why didn�t I?�

Shuusuke squeezed his brother�s
bicep and let his hand drop. �You didn�t
want to, Yuuta-kun.
You always want to believe the best of everyone.�

Yuuta closed his eyes � those
words stung though he knew Shuusuke hadn�t intended
them to. �Except for
you, Aniki.�
He admitted, voice low with shame. So preoccupied with his need to prove
himself, to be better than his brother, Yuuta knew he
had lost sight of what was truly important.
Yuuta was better for Shuusuke�s
regard; it was because of his brother�s regard and adoration that he was able
to be as good as he was. What shamed Yuuta was that, in his selfishness, he�d rebuffed the one
person in the whole world who truly cared about him.

Yuuta looked up. �Do you love me, Aniki?� His voice was raspy with emotion, with the
desire to maintain some level of decency, even when he knew it was futile. Fuji Shuusuke didn�t
give his affection lightly and he didn�t say things he didn�t mean.

Shuusuke�s beautiful blue eyes
were dark, solemn. �I love you more than
anyone.�

�More than��

Shuusuke�s eyes narrowed and he
spoke quickly, forcefully, cutting off his brother�s unfounded
suppositions. �There is no one
else."

Yuuta was silent for a moment,
seemingly lost in thought, and suddenly he stood, setting his cup down and
taking Shuusuke�s from his hands. Shuusuke offered no
argument and took his brother�s hand when it was offered, standing close and
tipping his head back to take in the look in those beautiful, conflicted eyes.

�Aniki.� He whispered.
Shuusuke rested his hands on his little
brother�s hips and, surprisingly, the taller boy didn�t move away. �I love you, too.�

Shuusuke smiled, reaching up to
brush the backs of his knuckles against his little brother�s face. He�d known that � he�d always known it. The hard part had been waiting for Yuuta to figure it out, too. It was something he�d had to do on his
own. And so, in his search for
self-discovery, he�d come full circle.
His acceptance of what he felt, what he needed, bridged the gap between
them like his unnecessary, whispered apology could not and when he bent his
head to press his lips against Shuusuke�s, he knew
his brother understood.

�I love you so much��
He whispered again, giving in and giving himself over to the sort of
love he would only ever feel in the arms of this
boy. Shuusuke�s
arms wound easily around his little brother�s neck and he pressed himself
closer, offering Yuuta whatever he needed without
having to say a word.

Yuuta�s kisses were experimental,
hesitant but hinted so sweetly at the true intention behind them. Shuusuke recognized
the offer � Yuuta wanted to cross a line and he
wanted his brother�s hand in his own when he did it.

Brief, soft kisses soon gave way to deep, sucking kisses and
it wasn�t long before Yuuta gripped his brother�s
hips and began to move instinctively against him. He made low, urgent sounds against his
brother�s lips and Shuusuke answered them with
softer, assenting whimpers.

Shuusuke shifted, easing his thigh
between Yuuta�s and slipping his arms around his
brother�s waist.

�Yuuta�� He breathed, moving against him while he rested
his forehead on his brother�s shoulder. Yuuta rubbed Shuusuke�s back,
restless and wanting but still too hesitant to give voice to his desires.

It wasn�t necessary, as it turned out. Shuusuke stepped
back, gaze hot on Yuuta�s when he gripped the edges
of his shirt and tugged it over his head.
He let it drop at his feet and, to Yuuta�s
shock and complete fascination, hooked his fingers in the waistband of his
shorts and shucked them off in one quick, fluid movement.

Yuuta stared. So beautiful, so confident and so sure � Shuusuke was everything that Yuuta
wanted to be. He realized, as he watched
his brother step toward him, so entreating, that in all the time he�d wasted,
he�d simply been denying that it was Shuusuke
himself, and not his position in life, that he coveted.

�Aniki.� He breathed, reaching to touch Shuusuke�s shoulder.
�I want�I want to��

Shuusuke slid his hands up his
brother�s shirt, along his sides, smiling when he shivered, and tugged the
shirt off. It joined Shuusuke�s
own pile of clothing on the floor and the older boy wasted no time in pressing
his palms flat to Yuuta�s lower back to pull him
close. He kissed him, hard, deep, possessive and Yuuta moaned helplessly
against his older brother�s mouth. He
gasped when Shuusuke�s hands slipped beneath his
shorts and, fighting the desperate edge of arousal that demanded he give up his
control, sucked at Shuusuke�s tongue with a low
growl.

Shuusuke slid one hand around to
press Yuuta�s erection to his lower belly when he stripped
the taller boy�s shorts off. Yuuta tipped his head back, unable to quiet himself when he
gasped, breathless, at Shuusuke�s bold touch.

�Yuuta.� He whispered, rising on tiptoes to kiss and
suck that sensitive, delicate place just behind his brother�s ear. Yuuta made a sound
then that turned Shuusuke�s bones to water and he
simply held on tight as his brother stepped out of his shorts and moved them
both toward the bed. He reached out to
snag a small bottle of hand lotion from Yuuta�s
bureau before climbing onto the bed just behind Yuuta.

He was barely able to get his balance before his little
brother was pressing him back against the mattress,
one thigh between both of Shuusuke�s, rubbing
mindlessly against him while he buried his face in the curve of the older boy�s
neck and whimpered his name.

Shuusuke spread his thighs,
arching up to grind against Yuuta�s thigh and he
closed his eyes, letting the pleasure envelop him when he felt his little
brother�s cock streak fluid against his hip.
Shuusuke turned his head, taking Yuuta�s lips in another heated kiss while they moved
together, grunting and panting with unrestrained desire.

It was wrong, so wrong � Yuuta
knew it even as he nibbled at his aniki�s lips and
prodded his lower belly with his hard cock � and if they were ever to be
discovered, they would likely never recover from the fallout, but�Yuuta didn�t care.
Not anymore. Not now.

He had Shuusuke beneath him, with
him, all around him � that made it all worth the risk.

�Aniki.� He panted, writhing against his brother. �What can we do? I need�need something.�

Shuusuke touched fingertips to his
brother�s lips and rolled them both so that he could sprawl over his brother�s
prone form. Straddling his brother�s
hips Shuusuke gripped his sides with powerful thighs
and thrust, just once, against him. Yuuta arched his back, crying out a little louder than
before. �Ahgods,
Aniki��

Shuusuke�s eyes glittered as he
gazed down at his brother, his lover � his heart. He popped the cap of the lotion and turned it
upside down, squeezing a liberal amount of cool, thick substance into the palm
of his hand. Capping the bottle again,
he tossed it aside and took both his erection and Yuuta�s
in one hand, slicking them, stroking and squeezing. Yuuta rose up on
his elbows, mouth open in a soundless gasp and Shuusuke
watched him with that knowing, unnerving stare.
But this time, this first time, there was something else there, something
less calculating and hazy with a near complete loss of control.

He licked his lips, bent to rest one forearm against his
brother�s chest, holding himself up, and he kissed him, so sweetly and so
softly that Yuuta forgot to breathe. And when Shuusuke
wrapped his fingers tight around both their cocks, Yuuta
inhaled sharply, sucking air into his lungs and sharing his aniki�s
breath as it was being given.

�Now, Yuuta-kun.� Shuusuke whispered,
that soft, familiar voice gone rough with emotion. �Now you can move. Take us there.�

And Yuuta did. He thrust his hips up, too far gone in
pleasure and desperation to find any kind of rhythm that might draw the moment
out. He rubbed against Shuusuke, panting and moaning, feeling his brother�s breath
on his lips � so close that he could see his own reflection in those beautiful
eyes. But Shuusuke
didn�t close the distance between them, didn�t offer his lips to Yuuta.

His little brother was leaning up on his elbows, baring his
own weight even while he moved so determinedly against him, seeking his release
blindly. Shuusuke
watched his mouth, wanted to taste him again so badly but knew that he
shouldn�t. When Yuuta
let go, Shuusuke would take his mouth again and not
before.

They slid against one another, hot, slick friction, and Yuuta was sweating, his entire body covered in a fine,
sheen of sweat that made Shuusuke slide so easily
against him. He writhed against his
younger brother, hips moving in a slow circle and Yuuta
squeezed his eyes shut tight when he felt the weight of his brother�s scrotum
against his own.

�Please, Aniki�oh, please��

Shuusuke�s jaw was clenched,
fighting to hold back until he could break his brother down in the way that he
so desperately needed. �Let go, Yuuta-kun. Come with
me. Be
with me.�

Yuuta whimpered, collapsing back
against the bed and wrapping his arms around his brother�s shoulders, pulling
him close and claiming another kiss from him.
Shuusuke wrapped his free arm around Yuuta�s neck and kissed him fiercely while he worked their
cocks quickly. He tightened his grip,
fingers flexing a little, and Yuuta sobbed his
brother�s name. �Aniki...Aniki!�

Shuusuke bowed his head, face
pressed in the curve of Yuuta�s neck and he whispered
to his brother, so thankful, so relieved to have been given this. �I love you, Yuuta-kun.�

Yuuta arched up, tensing suddenly
and turning his head to press his mouth to his brother�s cheek when he came, so
hard and fast and hot against his own belly.
�Yes�Shuusuke.�

Shuusuke closed his eyes, wrapping
both arms around his little brother�s neck as he thrust rhythmically against Yuuta�s belly, the crown of his erection sliding in the
path of his brother�s release. Within
seconds he, too, spilled hot against his brother�s belly and he found, even
when the waves of pleasure began to recede, that he couldn�t let go. He would never let go.

There were tears in his eyes, though he would not allow them
to fall, when he licked his lips and murmured against his brother�s mouth. �Always run to me, Yuuta-kun. I�ll always be here to pick you up again.�

Yuuta held his brother tightly,
rubbing his back in long, slow strokes.
He would thank Mizuki when he saw him
next. But he wouldn�t tell him why. This was his. Just like his Aniki.
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