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Rose Bite	By : Akuma Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > Yaoi - Male/Male > Tezuka/Fuji Views: 4624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Rose Bite
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A/N: This fic
had been sitting in my computer, waiting to be finished for over a year, I
think. It was originally a Weiss Kreuz (guess who�s
the pairing!) fic but I changed my mind XP Thanks to
aniprincess_13 for the beta!

Disclaimer:
honestly, PoT will never be mine. It�s a sad fact
really but I can�t help it.

Rose Bite

�Fuji, what is that on your
neck?�

Fuji turned to Eiji with a wide smile, touching the dark spot on his neck.
�It�s a bug�s bite.� He answered calmly, a practiced lie he had said many times
today.

Eiji frowned, trying to peer
through Fuji�s
concealing fingers. �It doesn�t look like a bug�s bite to me, nya!�

�Does
it?� Fuji wondered lightly, turning his attention back to the book he was
reading as if unconcerned by the strange new mark on his skin.

The
mark was clearly visible now that Fuji
was facing the front, revealing the side of his neck. The dark red-ish spot was obviously too large to be a bug�s bite. Eiji wanted to ask more but he knew from experience that Fuji was unwilling to
share information when he acted like that. Eiji
shrugged and planned to ask later, when Fuji was in a less secretive mood. �Ne,
don�t you think buchou seems a bit flushed?� He asked
instead, looking at their captain who was passing by their classroom. Indeed Tezuka�s skin is colored with very slight rosy hue. Was he
sick or something? Flu maybe? He didn�t think Tezuka would let his guard down so that he�d catch flu but
Inui did say that Tezuka often defied prediction.

Fuji�s smile seemed to
widen just a fraction more but Eiji wasn�t able to
confirm that. �Really? He seems just fine to me.� Fuji said after sending a
brief glance toward their tall captain.

Eiji looked at his classmate in exasperation. How did the tensai�s keen eyes overlook such an obvious thing? Well,
nobody was perfect after all. Not even the proclaimed genius of Seigaku. �He�s clearly flushed, Fuji. Obviously he�s not feeling very well.�

�Well,�
Fuji began
calmly, still smiling that maddening smile that Eiji
was occasionally irritated of. Fuji
always looked like he�s hiding something from him when he smiled like that and Eiji hated to be left out. �He�s a big boy. I�m sure he
could take care of himself.�

�Mou! You�re so cruel, Fuji!� Eiji whined loudly.

Tezuka stopped in front of the door to their classroom,
having heard Eiji�s loud voice even from the distance.
His eyes were trained to Fuji who was still reading. If one looked closely, he
would be able to see the tiny shiver that ran through the captain�s body, the
way his pupil dilated, and the way his breathing accelerated just slightly.
Fuji didn�t need to look to notice these though and he smirked, knowing exactly
what his captain was going through.

Fuji secretly watched as
a classmate approached Tezuka. The tall boy nearly
jumped when the girl greeted him, his attention forcefully drawn away from Fuji.
Though he couldn�t hear their conversation, Fuji could guess that she was one
of Tezuka�s admiring fans who wouldn�t miss such an
opportunity of a rare occurrence when Tezuka would
visit Fuji�s class to try to approach him. His smile widened as he watched Tezuka stare at the girl blankly, his body tensing and his
flush deepening as he struggled to give a polite answer. A boy slipped past him
to enter the class, brushing against his back lightly and Fuji could
practically see the sudden electric current that ran through Tezuka�s body. His eyes glazed a little more, his mouth
went slack, and his cheeks flushed even more as his gaze strayed to Fuji
mindlessly.

Finally
taking pity on Tezuka, Fuji left Eiji, and
approached him. The way Tezuka�s body nearly sank
down when he touched his shoulder amused him, but he carefully schooled his
expression into that of friendly concern. �Are you all right? You seem awfully
distracted.�

Tezuka�s eyes were heated as they locked onto Fuji�s but he
stubbornly nodded. �I�m all right.�

�Really? You look flushed.� Fuji placed his hand on Tezuka�s
forehead to mockingly take his temperature. The corner of his lips twitched up
when Tezuka closed his eyes as he brushed his fingers
against his neck lightly when he pulled back his hand. �You are a little hot.
Let me walk you home. Sorry, Sato-san, I�ll take him home now.�

Concerned
by the captain�s well being -after all he did seem to be unwell- the school
doctor quickly sent him home with Fuji with well wishes. Soon, Fuji and Tezuka left the school grounds, walking next to each other.
They remained quiet for a long time until they arrived at the intersection
where they would normally separate to go to their own houses. But instead of
following Tezuka to his house, wordlessly Fuji turned toward the
direction of his own house, Tezuka hesitating only
for a brief moment before following him quietly.

Fuji�s house was silent
when they arrived, just as it�s supposed to be. Fuji�s mother was abroad to visit his father,
Yumiko was working, while Yuuta was at the dorm. His
house was indeed more convenient for what they were soon going to engage in
than Tezuka�s house. Fuji wasn�t sure if he really appreciated the
fact though. Tezuka was very entertaining when he was
trying not to make too much noise.

Tezuka gasped when he felt Fuji pressing against him as he
closed the front door. His eyes rolled back when he felt Fuji�s graceful finger
prod between his ass cheeks through the cloth of his trousers and underwear.
Unable to stand without support, he leaned onto the door and moaned loudly. His
body jerked and began to rock back and forth when he felt the firm pressure
against his prostate deepen.

�Did
you enjoy having this inside you all day long?� Fuji whispered to his ear, his
other hand teased Tezuka�s nipple, feeling it tighten
beneath the clothes. �Do you like having something that is mine inside you in
front of everyone? Do you like showing everyone how close you are to cumming because of me?�

Tezuka whimpered and reached back to hold Fuji�s hip and
arm, knowing that the tensai would not like it if he
touched himself without permission despite his burning need to reach to his
throbbing crotch and relieve himself. No, that wouldn�t do. He didn�t want to
upset the tensai more so than he already is. Besides,
he had learned that achieving release from Fuji was infinitely more pleasurable
than doing it himself. Fuji seemed to know exactly how to push all the right
buttons, caressing, kissing, and licking pleasurable little spots he was never
aware of. �Nnahh..� he moaned his response, moving
his hips to meet the firm pressure back and forth, back and forth, deep,
deeper, deep, deepest... So close� He was so close�

�Do
you like it better than me?� Fuji asked again, cruelly pinching his nipple for
emphasis.

Tezuka cried out again, eyes widening in shock as pain and
pleasure mingled. His twitching erection pressed against his trouser painfully,
demanding release. He had waited for so long, sitting through classes as his
prostate was being stimulated mercilessly, walking as his insides were teased
endlessly, watching Fuji as he imagined the smaller boy possessing his body
with powerful thrusts, touching him, caressing him all over... But he wouldn�t
achieve what he wanted so soon. He couldn�t have Fuji�s heat yet, only the cold
plastic that opened him wide, carefully keeping the fire lit but not burning
entirely. �Syusuke� Syusuke�
please�� He pleaded Fuji breathlessly.

Fuji
slithered his hand down from Tezuka�s heaving chest
to his abdomen and then to his tense thigh. He smirked when he heard Tezuka groan in disappointment. He wasn�t going to let him
come so easily. Not after what he had done yesterday. �What do you want?�

�I
want to cum� Please, please, let me.� Tezuka begged,
hunching forward as Fuji shifted his hand just a little higher. Oh please, oh
please, oh please, higher please, touch him, fuck him, fuck him, please�

�And
how would you like to cum?�

Tezuka threw his head back, moaning loudly as his prostate
was brushed again by the unyielding presence inside of him. Embarrassment was
beyond him now. He would beg if Fuji demanded, would do anything just as long
as Fuji would enter him and allow him to come. �You� With
you� With you inside�� he managed to gasp out. He whimpered, pushing his
hips toward Fuji�s hands, managing only to make Fuji�s arm brush against his
painful arousal. �Please� please��

Unseen
by Tezuka, Fuji
smiled. He raised his hand to cup Tezuka�s straining
length and massaged it lightly. He moved his hand up and down slowly,
delighting himself in tiny whimpers and moans that Tezuka
let out as he pushed his erection into Fuji�s skilled hand. With one playful
squeeze, Fuji brushed his lips against the tall boy�s ear shell briefly and
then pulled away completely. He watched as Tezuka
struggled for control as he turned to face Fuji, his knees nearly buckled and
his complexion more flushed than earlier. He looked at the outline of Tezuka�s erection pressing against his trouser and began
salivating at the thought of taking the hard flesh into his mouth and tasting Tezuka thick essence. He must be dripping inside his clothing
now. But he held back. That was not why he brought Tezuka
to his house.

�Go
to my room. I will be with you in a moment and when I get there, you better
give me a good show.� Fuji
ordered.

Tezuka nodded and staggered toward Fuji�s room. His muscles were all tensing in
anticipation, wary in not knowing what he would find there but at the same time
eager for the painfully pleasurable release it must�ve promised. He was
familiar with the nature of Fuji�s games behind closed doors now. He had ceased
to refuse, knowing what they offered; pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure. A
shiver ran down Tezuka�s body as he made his way to
Fuji�s room slowly, the toy brushing his prostate with every step he made.

Fuji took a deep calming
breath once Tezuka had left. The bespectacled boy
wasn�t the only one who had to hold back all day long. Fuji had been craving
for the taller boy ever since this morning, when he had draped himself over Tezuka�s back and pushed the butt plug into Tezuka�s waiting entrance, saw and felt the warm channel
clutch tightly, hungrily onto the fake appendage. He had been observing Tezuka at school, admiring the rosy hue on his skin,
enjoying every tiny squirm and shudder, delighting himself with every moan
whenever he would inconspicuously brush against him when they passed each other
in the corridor. The only thing that enabled him to keep the game going and not
fuck Tezuka on the hall or on the court where
everyone could see was his desire to see Tezuka under
his complete mercy.

A
couple of minutes passed before Fuji gained control over his raging lust and went
to his room. He had kept Tezuka waiting long enough
and he wanted to know what was waiting for him inside his room. So far, Fuji had always been the
one who initiated or told Tezuka to do something. Tezuka had nearly never began their intimate moments unless
if he counted coming out of the shower topless as an initiation. This was the
vaguest order Fuji
had ever given him and he wanted to know what Tezuka�s creativity would come
up with.

What
greeted him there was something that came straight out of his dirtiest wet
dream. Tezuka was bent over his desk with his rear
raised high in the air as he reached back with one hand to move the toy in and
out of his hungry hole. His body was bared for Fuji�s viewing pleasure. Every flex of his
muscle, every shudder, every squirm was visible. Tezuka
glanced back to the door, eyeing Fuji with lust-glazed eyes and moaned loudly,
alluringly.

Fuji
wanted to remove the damned toy and insert himself into Tezuka�s
pulsing heat and pound into him that very moment but held himself in check. He
reached out, wondering if Tezuka could see the slight
trembling of his hand. Tezuka moaned loudly when he
caressed his bare flank and kneaded it softly. He teased the quivering ring of
muscle stretching to accommodate the adult toy, wanting nothing more but to
loose himself there as he had done so many times. But Fuji held himself back
this time. Tezuka�s punishment isn�t over yet.

�Do
you want me so much?� He asked softly, noticing that Tezuka�s
hand had paused in moving the butt plug. Smiling lustfully, Fuji replaced Tezuka�s
trembling hand and began to move the toy. Tezuka
threw his head back with a moan, clutching what he could of the desk as he
moved his ass back and forth to meet the familiar rhythm. �Hmm?�
Fuji hummed,
pushing the toy into the deepest core of Tezuka�s
body and kept it there, a constant pressure on his sweet spot.

At
this point Tezuka was beyond coherence. He tried to
push his hips back but Fuji refused to yield. �� want
you� want you�� He gasped. �Syusuke, please��

Fuji straightened up with
a satisfied smile. He ignored his pulsing length for now, promising himself
mind-blowing pleasure he would find within Tezuka�s
body later. Now was time for the real punishment.

Slowly
he pulled out the butt plug, gaining a tiny whimper from the taller boy. The
small sigh that escaped the other when he was left empty amused Fuji. He had no
doubt that Tezuka was thinking that he would finally
enter him, pleasing them both, and ended his sexual misery. But bad boys must
be punished.

Tezuka yelped in surprise when the first strike fell on his
cheek. He tried to move away but the hand landed on the other cheek already. He
squirmed in pain and attempted escape but Fuji
wouldn�t let him. The brunette placed a hand on his back, pushing him onto the
table as his other hand kept smacking Tezuka�s ass
cheeks, sometimes alternating between the two, sometimes striking the same
place several times, turning the skin red. The stinging pain was almost
unbearable but Tezuka�s pained whimpers slowly turned
into moans of pleasure. He realized that he was still hard, if not harder,
despite the harsh treatment Fuji
was giving him. His erection was dripping now and his balls tightened even
more. In fact he began to meet the hard slaps, the stinging pain only
heightening his lust instead of dampening it.

Fuji realized this of
course and after a couple more especially hard strikes, he stopped. He caressed
Tezuka�s trembling back lovingly, admiring his work. Tezuka�s ass was a lovely shade of red now and every brush
of his fingers on the sensitive skin caused a shiver to run down the tall body
body. The length almost hidden from view was clearly dripping heavily, creating
a small puddle on the floor, an evidence of his un-extinguished desire. He
grasped it roughly and pumped it several times, loving how it throbbed under
his touch, causing more pearly liquid spilled from the sensitive tip. �Well,
aren�t you a perverted boy? Did you enjoy being spanked?� He pulled away again,
drawing a disappointed groan from the captain. �Spread your cheeks for me.�

Tezuka hesitated for a second before obliging to the order.
He bit back a whimper when he pulled apart his abused rear to show his
entrance. Secretly, he felt relieved for the nearing end of his frustration. He
was aware of Fuji�s eyes on his twitching hole, could feel the heated gaze
caressing the skin, ravaging him, possessing him in a way he would never let
any other do.

A
sharp gasp escaped him when he felt a sudden stinging pain on his entrance. The
brief coldness that he felt told him that Fuji
was using a ruler. His hands faltered slightly but somehow he managed to keep
his grips on his flesh, exposing himself for more punishment from Fuji. Tears
began to form in his eyes as he cried out by every single blow on the tight
ring of muscles and lighter smacks on his balls. He moaned out apology, plea,
and Fuji�s name in between gasps and moans but Fuji didn�t seem to hear. He
kept hitting the ring of muscle with the ruler, abusing it further and further
until he heard the first loud sob.

Sharp
clatter of metal hitting the floor was his only warning before he was flipped
onto his back. Tezuka was shoved slightly further
onto the desk and his legs were raised so that he knees was able to rest
against Fuji�s shoulders. Next thing he knew was he was suddenly filled
completely by a hot, hard presence. His anal muscle contracted in shock but Fuji
already moved, withdrawing slightly only to slam back in quickly. Every time he
reentered Tezuka, his hips would connect to Tezuka�s rear end, abusing it further.

But
Tezuka wasn�t complaining. He clutched Fuji�s back tightly,
pushing back against his thrusts, as he moaned uncontrollably. The desk creaked
loudly beneath them from the force of their coupling and several items followed
the ruler crash onto the floor. He heard Fuji�s little growl as his thighs were
hiked even higher, causing him slight discomfort that was quickly drowned by
endless tides of carnal bliss. Control slipped from Fuji who finally heeded to their desires,
pounding into Tezuka with all his might.

Tezuka felt the tingling on his spine, the tale telling
sign of his release. His length was crushed between their moving bodies,
caressed by the fabric Fuji�s ruined shirt and Tezuka�s
own sweaty abdomen. Suddenly, with one particularly hard thrust Fuji stabbed
his prostate and it was all that Tezuka needed to
come, searing hot pleasure ripped through his body. In the heat of passion he
bit down Fuji�s exposed neck just above the questionable bruise as his body
tensed and he came hard between them, his pent up frustration finally relieved.

Fuji hissed in pain but
didn�t stop moving for even a second, continuing to seek pleasure in Tezuka�s tight heat. Several seconds
later Tezuka moaned softly when he felt warm liquid
filling him to the brim, some spilling out of his tightly clenching hole that
unconsciously milked Fuji�s essence dry. He shuddered when Fuji kept
moving languorously, his body still sensitive from the earth shattering orgasm.

Tezuka nearly moaned in protest when Fuji
lifted himself off him slightly but stopped when he saw Fuji lightly touching the dark spot he had
just bitten. Fuji�s eyes were open and his lips were unsmiling. Tezuka got more and more nervous.

�Kunimitsu,� Fuji
began softly. �haven�t I told you that this raised
unnecessary questions? Do you want me to tell everyone what I make you do for
me in private? Or do you so badly want to announce to the entire school whom you belong to?� Fuji smiled but it brought no comfort
to Tezuka. He seemed upset but there was something
more, something that Tezuka would never miss from
this lover. Not when they�re still joined together like this. And especially not when he could feel Fuji�s member stirred back to life inside
him. He gasped when Fuji unceremoniously squeezed his sore ass cheek.
�This calls for another punishment, you know?�

Tezuka wanted to protest but Fuji had latched his lips onto his. His eyes
rolled back when Fuji began to make teasing, shallow grinds. His member hardened
again life as Fuji�s hardened in his channel. Maybe he wouldn�t be able to sit
still tomorrow. Maybe he wouldn�t be able to walk, let alone play tennis. Maybe
he would be sexually tortured again. Maybe Fuji would really resort to sadistic
but pleasurable torment he was capable of tomorrow. But now as Tezuka felt desire reawakened by Fuji�s gentle thrusts into
the deepest core of his body, he couldn�t care less. He licked the twin marks
he had left and smiled slightly.

^____^

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