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Colour Me Blood Red	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 11

Kirihara kicked his feet up onto the desk, tilting back his chair. Monitors flickered in front of him – grey scale, boring. Parking lot, front entry, back entry, side, garden …all areas covered. Someone passed by one camera, winking and flipping it off. The monitor was too dark to tell exactly who it was, but it was too thin to be Yuuta – which made it one of the Kisarazu twins. Kirihara stuck his tongue out at the monitor, well aware that they couldn’t actually see him, but it made him feel better.

It was just his luck that one of the people that Sanada had specifically requested was him. The fates really hated him.

A Kisarazu twin passed in front of another camera, not flipping it off. Kirihara never could tell the difference between the two, he knew one had long hair and the other short – but didn’t know which one had which. Not to mention you couldn’t tell jack shit on the cameras. Either Tezuka had a really sick sense of humor, or the thought never occurred to him that maybe you shouldn’t assign identical twins to the same job. He had to ask Saeki-san’s permission to send Kisarazu Ryou out as the night shift; the Hunter had given it willingly, just happy to help everyone out. The night shift had far less people than the day shift; Hunters were also close by on their own assignments apart from guard duty on the Master of the City’s lair. So if need be, they could be called. Yuuta partner, Mizuki Hajime, was day shift. Akazawa Yoshiro and his partner Kaneda Ichirou, as well as Kurobane Harukaze and Amane Hikaru were part of the day shift.

A movement out of the corner of his eyes made Kirihara jump in surprise. He dropped his feet off the desk with an exaggerated thump and stuffed his fast food bag under the desk.

Fuji grinned, “don’t worry, I’m not Sanada. He and the others are out showing Atobe around, wouldn’t want the homeless King to starve.”

Kirihara sighed then froze when he realized a second too late that he was now completely alone with Fuji. Maybe if he screamed rape into the walkie-talkie he had the other Hunters would come running? “Uh, Fuji-san, what are you doing here then?” He pushed pack from the desk, giving himself room to maneuver if need be.

Fuji leaned over the front of the security desk, “I’m just here to keep an eye on Yuuta.” He slipped around the desk until he was beside Kirihara.

Kirihara turned the chair so he was completely facing Fuji, making it harder for the Vampire to get around him. He had also blocked himself in, but he preferred to keep Fuji in open sight.

“I had asked Tezuka to keep Yuuta there, but my naughty little brother already requested to be sent with Mizuki …who was sent here.” He grabbed the arms of the chair in a flash.

Kirihara had his gun drawn just as quickly, pressing it against the Vampires throat as he leaned forward. Fuji froze, grinning. Kirihara’s own grin mirrored his.

“More your hand Fuji-san,” Kirihara tapped Fuji’s chin with the barrel of his gun.

Fuji glanced down, his hand was sitting between Kirihara’s legs, “ah, my mistake.” He flexed his hand, feeling Kirihara under his palm.

Kirihara moaned, tossing his head back, bad-bad-bad! “I swear to the gods Fuji-san, I will blow your head off if you don’t stop.”

Fuji chuckled, the sound unnerving Kirihara enough to force his eyes open. Bright blue eyes locked to his green ones as Fuji tipped his head. He traced the tip of his tongue around the edge of the barrel and then trailed his lips down the handgrip, caressing Kirihara’s fingers.

His brain screamed at him to just shoot the mother fucker, but unfortunately, his other brain had taken over. Fuji’s thin fingers pulled down the zipper of his jeans, slipping inside. Kirihara’s head fell back, neck arched over the back of the chair. He was fully aware that he was exposing his neck to a Vampire, but for the life of him couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t get his body to listen. Something about far too skilled hands down his pants? His hand began to tremble, arm being held up for too long; there was no way in hell he was putting his gun down though! Fuji leaned forward far enough to run his tongue up the column of Kirihara’s throat; he pushed the gun back under the vampire’s chin. Fuji’s fingers circled around him completely, pulling up as he drew him out of his pants. Kirihara felt his cheeks flush, he knew he had to get the Vampire to stop, but his gun wasn’t exactly scaring him.

“Syuusuke! Akaya!”

Both males jumped; Fuji backtracking, hands up in surrender.

Sanada stalked forward. His cheeks were flushed from feeding, making him look almost human. He glanced at Kirihara before settling his icy glare on Fuji.

“Sanada~” Fuji purred, “I take it everyone went in the back way?” He pressed against Sanada’s chest.

Sanada tilted his head down into Fuji’s neck, “I come to check on the Hunter, and here I find you. Can’t keep your hands to yourself can you?”

Fuji dropped his voice until it became a seductive purr, “if you’d play with me then I wouldn’t need to wander.” He gave a suggestive roll of his hips, pressing himself the length of Sanada’s body. He tilted his head to the side, baring his neck – tempting the Master.

“Ho?” Sanada chuckled, “you think I am that easily seduced?” He bared his fangs, growling, “I should teach you better manners,” he grabbed a handful of hair at the base of Fuji’s skull, yanking his head back.

Fuji continued to grin but didn’t reply. Sanada released him, shoving him back. Fuji staggered but gained his balance quickly, deep blue peeking out from between his lashes.

“I’ll deal with you later.”

Fuji bowed, eyes never leaving the Master.

Kirihara had quickly readjusted his pants while Sanada was occupied with Fuji. He had originally been afraid of Sanada catching him with his feet on the desk. Getting caught getting a hand-job hadn’t really occurred to him.

“I apologize for Fuji, he is only here because of my respect for Tezuka.”

Kirihara nodded, shoulders hunched slightly, waiting for Sanada to explode. Sanada closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. Kirihara sank back into the chair; maybe if he appeared smaller Sanada would forget he was there? Ha, ha, yeah, no.

Sanada braced his arms on the sides of the chair, leaning down so his face was inches from Kirihara’s. Sanada’s breath tickled along his lips and Kirihara instinctively turned his head away so he wouldn’t get caught staring. Sanada’s breath caressed down his neck and Kirihara realized the vampire was sniffing him.

“What?” He asked, voice barely able to rise above a whisper.

“How much do you remember about your childhood?”

Random? “Uh …not much?”

Sanada was suddenly gone, half way across the room before Kirihara even realized he moved. He bolted up from the chair; he was getting really tired of people treating him strangely!

“Why?”

Sanada glanced back over his shoulder, “ask Tezuka.”

“I’m asking you!”

Sanada turned to face him, eyes narrowing. Kirihara’s breath caught in his throat, maybe angering the Master of the City again was a bad idea.

“Talk to Tezuka, then you may ask me,” with that Sanada turned and left.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Ryoma pounded loudly and impatiently on Tezuka’s office door, making the door rattle on its hinges.

“Come in!” Tezuka’s voice was stressed and annoyed.

Ryoma stormed into the office, slamming the door behind him. The office wasn’t its usual cleanly state. Crates of papers and files were scattered around the floor, loose papers were stacked on his desk. Tezuka stood in front of a map he had tacked to a wall, red pins clustered in a circle near the centre of the map.

“What is it Echizen?” Tezuka kept his back to the Hunter.

“Why did you keep me here? You put Kirihara and Momo into the field, but kept me here to what? Baby sit the safest building in town?”

“There are no guarantees that we are safe, I need Hunters here incase. And besides, you’re a rookie. I don’t care how good you are, you don’t have enough experience to follow your partner.”

Ryoma seethed, hands balled into fists, “I’m more use to you out there!”

Tezuka finally turned to him, “no you’re not.”

Ryoma sent a pile of papers on Tezuka’s desk flying with a sweep of his arm, “you never give me a chance!”

Tezuka stormed towards him, “I’ve lost enough Hunters for one night, I’m not sending a god-damned rookie out to get slaughtered! You’re not the only one who has to stay here! Don’t you think I want to be out there, instead of here hearing about everyone dying? Jobs need to be done to ensure everyone’s safety! This is about more than your pride.”

Ryoma frowned but bit his tongue, “I-I’m sorry Tezuka. I just …I feel useless here.”

Tezuka nodded, “I was planning on keeping you here anyway, but once Nanjiroh-san heard about what was happening, he asked me to keep you here.”

Ryoma’s temper flared again, “what business does that old man have keeping me out of the fight?”

“He is your father; I’d say he has every right.”

“How am I supposed to become a better Hunter if you’re all holding me back?”

“There will be times for you to improve, now is not one of them. If I were to send you out there with your partners it would be a suicide job. Once this is over I will no longer hold you back. Until then, I am still head of this company so you need to learn some respect.”

Ryoma leaned his elbows on the desk, “reduced to pulling rank.”

Tezuka sighed heavily and slid into his chair behind the desk, “I am way too tired to deal with you Ryoma.”

He couldn’t help but smile, underneath it all Tezuka was a regular 24-year-old. Still learning how to handle stress and responsibility; wanting to leave it to someone else, knowing he had to deal with it. Ryoma quietly walked around the side of the desk, coming to stand next to Tezuka’s chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take it all out on you.”

Tezuka chuckled and looked up, small lines appearing around his eyes. He reached out a hand to Ryoma, who took it and let himself be guided around to sit in Tezuka’s lap.

“You just enjoy keeping me on my toes,” a small smile graced his features, making him look younger.

Ryoma shrugged nonchalantly, “someone has to.”

Tezuka sighed again, but it wasn’t an annoyed sound this time. Ryoma shifted to straddle Tezuka’s waist and rested his arms over his broad shoulders. Tezuka raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as he tried not to smirk.

“Should I help you get rid of some of that stress?” Ryoma asked innocently, tilting his head.

Tezuka chuckled, a deep seductive rumble, “and how do you plan on doing that?”

Ryoma shrugged, running his hands down Tezuka’s chest. “I think the question is, what do you plan on doing?” He rocked his hips so his body was curled towards Tezuka. He undid the first few buttons of Tezuka’s shirt to expose his collar. He licked gently from the edge of the shirt to the hollow of Tezuka’s throat; he curled his tongue there before trailing up to Tezuka’s adam’s apple.

Tezuka ran his hands up Ryoma’s back under his shirt, fingers tracing the outline of his muscles and spine. Ryoma unbuttoned the remainder of Tezuka’s shirt, pushing it back against his sides. He licked down Tezuka’s chest, sliding to the floor as he trailed his mouth down his stomach. Tezuka spread his legs to let Ryoma nestle in between them. Ryoma unbuckled and undid his pants and then pressed his mouth to the outside of Tezuka’s underwear. Tezuka inhaled sharply, feeling himself harden under Ryoma’s lips. The Rookie chuckled, running his tongue up Tezuka’s length, darkening the material. The Hunter trailed his fingers through black hair, cupping the back of his head.

“You don’t have to,” his voice was quiet, deep with passion.

Ryoma rolled his eyes up, mouth still on Tezuka, “what if I want to?” He pulled back Tezuka’s underwear enough to expose the head. He wrapped his lips around it, flicking his tongue across.

Tezuka hissed, hand tightening on Ryoma’s head. His other hand grasped the arm of the chair, knuckles turning white. Ryoma peeled the underwear back further, mouth enveloping all that was exposed. Tezuka’s chest heaved as he breathed harder. Ryoma’s head slid agonizingly slow, tongue and lips gliding up and down. With an encouraging tug to his hair Ryoma sped up, careful not to catch his cheeks on the zipper of Tezuka’s pants. He trailed his tongue from base to tip, watching Tezuka through the fringe of his lashes.

“Just how far are you planning on taking this?” Tezuka panted, petting Ryoma’s hair.

“As far as you’ll let me,” Ryoma stood and leaned against the desk, he ran his hand up his stomach, bringing his shirt with it. His own jeans strained under his erection, he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and zipper.

Tezuka watched, torn between watching Ryoma’s hand tease his chest, and his other hand run up and down his boxers. Tezuka stood from his chair, forcing Ryoma to lean back over the desk. Extending one long arm he cleared the desk in one swoop, papers crashing and scattering across the floor. He grabbed Ryoma under the backside and lifted him onto the desk, crushing their mouths together. Ryoma threw his arms around Tezuka’s neck and his legs around his waist. Tezuka untangled his legs, using his mouth against Ryoma to lean him back far enough to yank off his pants. Ryoma toed off his shoes so his pants could come off easier. He bent his legs up, exposing himself completely. Tezuka nipped and kissed his neck, erection rubbing against the back of Ryoma’s leg. A thin hand reached down between them to push Tezuka’s erection towards his backside. As soon as he found Ryoma’s entrance he slammed his hips, burying himself completely. Ryoma screamed; Tezuka’s mouth on his own swallowing it. He stretched and ripped, and begged for more. Tezuka drew out and slammed back in, knocking Ryoma’s tailbone against the edge of the desk. He yelped, rising his hips up higher to avoid the wood. Flailing legs found strong arms, and Tezuka hooked his elbows behind Ryoma’s knees and arched his lower body higher as he plowed into him. Ryoma screamed, moaned and made any number of inarticulate noises. He raked his short nails up Tezuka’s arms and across his shoulders as Tezuka’s teeth latched onto his shoulder.

Ryoma came hard over his stomach, but Tezuka continued to thrust into him, pace still erratic and fast. Ryoma moaned and rode Tezuka’s pace, his body rising again. His second orgasm took him by surprise. It was less powerful than his first, but he clenched down harder around Tezuka. The Hunter cursed, ramming into Ryoma a few more times before coming inside the smaller Hunter. He braced his hands on either side of Ryoma’s head, watching the smaller male’s eyes flutter as he came back to himself.

“I’m sorry.”

Ryoma blinked, mind fuzzy, “what did you say?”

Tezuka tried to draw himself out but Ryoma wrapped his legs around him, trapping him in place. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Ryoma rolled his eyes, “do you fell better?”

Tezuka tilted his head, “what?”

“Are you feeling better? You were stressed and pissy earlier.”

Tezuka thought for a moment, “I guess I do.”

Ryoma smiled, looking up into Tezuka’s brown eyes, “then it wasn’t a bad thing that we did.”

Tezuka sighed, sliding himself back into his chair, letting Ryoma stay in his lap. His softened cock slipped out of Ryoma’s body, semen and a bit of blood trailing out of him. Ryoma shuddered and moaned; body sensitive and beyond exhausted.

“What am I going to do with you?”

Ryoma grinned evilly.
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