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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 16

Even after the sun finally set and the family retired to bed, Kirihara lay awake. Every noise made him jump; every shadow had him reaching for his gun. His movements pulled at his stitches and made his muscles scream in agony, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the meds Inui-sensei gave him. The meds knocked him out, and he wasn’t willing to take any chances.

The light under the door from the hallway night-light flickered; the doorknob creaked as it was turned. The door opened a crack, spilling light across the foot of the bed. Kirihara bolted up in the bed, gun leveled at the door.

“It’s me.”

His breath came out in a rush, “what is it Echizen?” He slid his gun back under the pillow.

Ryoma opened the door and slipped inside. He closed the door and leaned against it, “I kind of figured you wouldn’t be asleep, so I came to see you.”

Kirihara suddenly realized what Ryoma’s ‘too innocent’ expression meant, he was plotting something. Ryoma padded over to the side of the bed and lifted his knee as he slid onto the edge of the bed. His blue pajamas were buttoned once, leaving most of his upper chest and stomach bare. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he had lain down, rolled around a bit, and then got back up.

Kirihara leaned back against the pillows, sitting up straight just hurt way too damn much, “what do you want Ryoma?” he winced at the pain he heard in his own voice.

Ryoma crawled up the bed to sit next to him, “did you take the meds?”

There was most definitely a fish on the breast pocket of Ryoma’s pajamas.

“Kirihara!”

He jumped, eyes snapping to Ryoma, “yeah, what?”

Ryoma tilted his head, “do you have A.D.D?”

“Funny,” Kirihara snorted, “but no, not to my knowledge.” His school had tested him when he was younger and they told him he had “A.D.H.D” which was just their way of saying he was a hyper-active pain in the ass.

“You got distracted by my shirt and didn’t hear a word I said.”

Kirihara pointed defiantly at his chest, “there’s a god damn yellow fish! Give me a break!”

“What does it take to keep your attention?” Ryoma leaned forward.

Kirihara opened his mouth and then closed it. The only thought crossing his mind at that moment was; bad-bad-bad! His mouth betrayed him once again by blurting out, “something a little more drastic than fishie pajama’s,” before his mental filters could catch it. Not that they were actually good at their job.

Ryoma grinned and stretched out across Kirihara’s lap, flicking open the last button of his shirt, “I think I can manage that.”

Kirihara had enough of his mind left to throw up his hands and say firmly, “whoa, whoa! Whatever you’re thinking, I’m injured! I have stitches and bruises and I just hurt a lot, so whatever you’re thinking, NO!”

Ryoma pulled the blanket away from Kirihara’s waist, “don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.”

“All the what-NO!” he bat at Ryoma’s hands where they were trailing up his thighs, “no, no, bad, no!”

Ryoma snickered, “you almost did me up against your own kitchen cabinets, and now you’re saying no?” He managed to get his fingers under the hem of Kirihara’s pajama bottoms.

“That was then, this is now!” He tried prying off Ryoma’s fingers.

Ryoma sighed and moved so he was straddling Kirihara’s waist, careful not to put any pressure on the stitches on Kirihara’s legs. Ryoma leaned forward, pressing Kirihara back against the pillows in his attempt to get away from the Rookie.

Ryoma tilted his head, “why did you get your ears pierced?”

Oh good, a distraction! “Kamio talked me into it, I had one in my left in High School, but Kamio talked me into getting the rest.” He had two helixes in his left ear, as well as one in the lobe, and three in the lobe of his right ear. All Kamio’s influence! Really.

Ryoma smiled, “I think they’re sexy,” he trailed his tongue across the metal hoops.

Kirihara shuddered and moaned, hands snapping up to grasp Ryoma’s forearms. Okay, so his ears were a little sensitive. Ryoma teased his ears until he was writhing underneath the smaller Hunter. Moving from his ears he trailed gentle nips down to his collar.

“Ryoma, we really shouldn’t!” Kirihara found his hips pushing up of their own accord. He wasn’t generally one to argue easy sex, but there was something about sleeping with his work partner that just screamed ‘stupid idea’. Very, very loudly.

“I know, but that’s why it’s so much fun,” he gently eased Kirihara’s pants down his legs as he trailed his mouth down his chest to his stomach.

“I thought you were with Momo?” Since he didn’t have the strength to fight off Ryoma, he was hoping to throw him off – figuratively speaking.

“Nope, just sleeping with him,” Ryoma traced his tongue down the dip between Kirihara’s stomach muscles.

Kirihara arched his back, trying not to moan. “Wouldn’t Momo be upset that you’re trying to seduce me?”

Ryoma shook his head, teeth nipping at the protrusion of his hip bone, “I seduced Tezuka too, wasn’t that hard either. Besides, Momo is trying to get Tachibana’s sister to go on a date.”

“ANN!?” Kirihara sat up so he could look down at Ryoma, “are you serious?”

Ryoma chuckled and bit the other Hunter none too gently on the inside of the thigh. Kirihara moaned and fell back against the pillows. Big Mistake; he bit his lip as he hissed in pain.

“Very. Tachibana-san likes Momoshiro, though.”

Kirihara rolled his eyes, it seemed like Tachibana liked everyone but him. His thought ended with a surprised cry when Ryoma’s mouth wrapped around him.

“You’re not even hard!” Ryoma scoffed. He trailed his tongue from base to tip and sucked on the head, Kirihara hardened instantly.

“Jesus!” Kirihara jumped and attempted to push Ryoma off.

Ryoma batted his hands away, “stop moving or else you’re going to pull your stitches!”

“Easy for you to say!” He arched and moaned as Ryoma swallowed him. Ryoma worked him slowly, leisurely pulling his mouth up and down. Kirihara tried to stay as still as possible; Ryoma was right, if he flailed around too much he was going to end up back in the clinic.

Ryoma sucked harder and began moving faster. Kirihara gasped and tangled his fingers in the Rookie’s hair. Ryoma chuckled, rolling his eyes up to watch his partners face.

“Shit Ryoma, if you don’t stop I’m going to come!” Kirihara tugged at his hair. He wasn’t sure how keen Ryoma was on swallowing and if he wasn’t careful he was going to find out.

Ryoma leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned wickedly down at Kirihara and started wiggling out of his pajama bottoms.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kirihara frowned.

Ryoma raised an eyebrow, “why do you think I was blowing you? It wasn’t for my health …”

Kirihara attempted to grab for the blankets; no, definitely no! Ryoma rolled his eyes and pushed the blankets to the foot of the bed.

“You’re being a child Kirihara.”

“And you’re being a nympho!”

Ryoma rolled his eyes again, “no I’m not. You cannot sit there and tell me you don’t want this as much as I do!”

“No I don-“ Ryoma chose that moment to wrap his hand around him and squeeze. Kirihara arched his back and moaned loudly.

Ryoma chuckled, “that didn’t sound like someone who doesn’t want this.”

Kirihara glared down the length of his body at Ryoma, who’s hand was still slowly pumping him, “you have an unfair advantage! Take your hand off and let me make a decision with the right head!”

Ryoma tilted his head, “but I like when you think with this head,” he squeezed him gently again.

A shiver went through his body, “I don’t! It tends to get me in trouble!”

The Rookie lowered his mouth to him again, lips gently rubbing against the head. He used his free hand to pull a small bottle out of his breast pocket. Kirihara scolded himself for being too distracted to notice that Ryoma’s shirt was hanging at an odd angle. Ryoma rose up on his knees and uncapped the bottle.

“Do you …need some help?” Kirihara asked awkwardly, he almost felt guilty for Ryoma having to do everything himself.

Ryoma chuckled, “nope, I can do it myself, just lay back and enjoy the show.”

Kirihara rolled his eyes and smirked, if that’s the way Ryoma wanted to play, so be it. He snuggled into the pillows and hooked his hands behind his head. Ryoma coated his hand and pressed it between his legs. His mouth fell open as he gasped, forearm muscles flexing as his fingers worked inside of himself. His soft erection hardened fully and his small gasps turned into high pitched moans.

“Damn, I almost don’t need you” Ryoma chuckled and pulled his hand out. He rested them both on the bed next to Kirihara’s hips, waiting until his breathing regulated itself before putting more lubricant on Kirihara. He angled Kirihara towards himself and slowly slid down. When he was seated completely on his partners lap he stopped.

Kirihara gently pet Ryoma’s thighs, “you okay?”

Ryoma nodded and smiled lazily, “I’m perfect.” He pressed his hands into the mattress again and rose back up, sliding almost all of the way off of Kirihara. With a small roll of his hips he slid back down.

Kirihara bit his lip and moaned, fingers digging into Ryoma’s knees. The pace Ryoma had started was slow, meaning they’d be at this for a while. Ryoma rode him slowly, careful to not put pressure on any of his wounds. His cheeks flushed and he let his head fall forward as he swiveled his hips in Kirihara’s lap.

“I don’t want to hurt you but I need to go faster,” Ryoma moaned, legs trembling with the urge to slam down.

Kirihara chuckled and pat Ryoma’s thigh, “I’ll be fine, promise.” He didn’t want to admit it and make Ryoma feel guilty, but he enjoyed rougher sex. The slow stuff just didn’t do it for him.

Ryoma rose all the way up and slammed himself down, throwing his hand over his mouth to muffle his scream. Kirihara’s spine bowed and his hips thrust up to meet Ryoma’s. He wasn’t moving as much as he would have liked to, but he could feel the stitches pulling and didn’t want to explain to the nursing staff how he broke them. He stared down the length of himself to watch his erection plunging into the small body of the Rookie. A soft chuckle drew his attention back up to Ryoma.

“You like to watch?’

He grinned, “sometimes.”

Ryoma tossed his head slightly to get his hair out of his eyes, “do you pull out?”

Kirihara couldn’t help it - he laughed, “no, I kind of like staying in for the entire ride, if you don’t mind.”

Ryoma thrust himself down hard, drawing cries from both of them, “not at all.”

The Rookie continued his frenzied pace, eyes clenched and legs trembling. The blankets bunched under his fingers, turning his knuckles white from the force. Kirihara threw his head back and bit his bottom lip to stop from crying out again. Ryoma lost his rhythm for a moment as his back arched and he trembled.

“You okay?” Kirihara chuckled again and rubbed Ryoma’s knees.

“Totally, roll your hips like that again,“ his voice came out breathless.

With a roll of his hips he had Ryoma spasming on top of him, hands tearing at the sheets as his spine bowed. He pushed back against Kirihara, a keening whine building in his throat. Shifting his weight so he was propped up on only one hand he used the other to jerk himself. He took his hand off the bed and covered his mouth as he screamed his orgasm. He arched in on himself enough to rest his forehead against Kirihara’s shoulder. His internal muscles clenched and spasmed, bringing Kirihara with a sharp curse. Nails raked down thighs as he thrust his hips up and emptied himself inside the Rookie.

Ryoma shivered, making Kirihara moan, “off.” He grunted.

The Rookie chuckled and slowly pulled himself off, dropping to the bed next to Kirihara. He stuck his tongue out as Kirihara’s semen began to trail from between his legs.

“Hey!” Kiriahra pointed to the white smears on his stomach, “you’re not the only one covered, you know!”

Ryoma chuckled and rolled off the bed, “hai, hai.” He grabbed the Kleenex box off of the bedside table and wiped himself off before climbing back onto the bed and wiping the mess off of Kirihara’s stomach.

“Thanks,” Kirihara frowned, “I could have done that myself.”

Ryoma shrugged, “I don’t mind.” He threw the soiled Kleenex back onto the floor and wiggled up next to Kirihara.

“Your own bed too far away?”

“Yup,” he rescued the blanket from their feet and threw it over both of them. He tucked himself along Kirihara’s side and fell almost instantly asleep.

Kirihara stared incredulously down at Ryoma, who was snoring softly where he was nestled into his shoulder, “little bugger!” He also had the gift of being able to fall asleep instantly, but recently, he couldn’t. The attacks were finally wearing on his nerves.

There should really be a rule against bad guys attacking you while you tried to sleep.

A thump against his thigh startled Kirihara awake, he blinked rapidly trying to register his surroundings. He didn’t remember falling asleep. With a groan he eased back against the pillow, his entire body screaming from the sudden jolt. Ryoma yawned against his chest, arm lazily draped across his stomach.

Golden eyes rolled lazily upwards to gaze at him, “sorry, didn’t mean to hit you.” Ryoma had managed to wrap himself around his partner as tightly as possible, legs and all.

Kirihara blinked, he never pegged Ryoma for the cuddling type.

Ryoma slowly extracted himself from around Kirihara and rolled onto his back, stretching. With a soft moan he rolled back onto his stomach, folding his arms under his head. He smiled lazily as he watched Kirihara attempt to wriggle out of the blankets that had tangled his legs.

“No,” he pointed at Ryoma the way one would scold a misbehaving pet.

Ryoma’s grin only grew wider, “what?” He rolled his hips back so his bare backside was lifted a little higher into the air.

Kirihara’s phone vibrated where it sat on the nightstand. Sighing in relief he reached over and grabbed the phone. Ryoma took the opportunity to shift closer to Kirihara and run his tongue up the back of the Hunters shoulder. Kirihara shuddered under his mouth. He pushed Ryoma back with his shoulder and focused on the cell phone, yeah, the cell phone.

He bit back a moan when the tip of Ryoma’s tongue found his earring. As they had established the previous night, that was his weak spot.

“It’s-“ his voice cracked when Ryoma tugged on a hoop. He cleared his throat and tried again, “it’s a message from the admin. All Hunters are to report to the front desk before noon from now on. This is a way to ensure everyone’s safety …blah, blah, blah …okay then, back to school roll call.”

Ryoma chuckled and bit gently down the side of Kirihara’s neck, he wiggled in closer and slid his bare leg in between Kirihara’s thighs. Kirihara scrolled through the message until he had it memorized; trying to distract himself? Whoever said that?

Ryoma moved back up to his ear, flicking one of the hoops before trailing his tongue around the outer edge.

“RYOMA, YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!”

He threw himself off of Kirihara in shock, “Okay!”

Kirihara chuckled. Ryoma glared at him before setting about trying to find his pajamas.

After getting washed and dressed they were on their way back to the Organization. Ryoma drove, watching Kirihara out of the corner of his eye.

“You okay?”

“No shower has the right to hurt THAT much!” Kirihara stretched out in the front seat as best he could. Ryoma had helped him clean and redress the stitches, but that only made them hurt worse.

Due to the new rule, the Organization was packed. Ryoma had to circle around the parking garage several times before finding a parking spot.

The entryway was shoulder to shoulder with Hunters trying to sign in.

Jackal squeezed his way through the crowd to Kirihara’s side and hooked his arm around his shoulders. “They’re doing this so they can keep track in case any Hunters go missing or get killed during the night.”

Kirihara scowled, “it’s such bullshit that it’s come to this …” after what had happened to him, he was thankful for a little extra precaution.

“How are you feeling, little demon?”

“I’ve been better,” Kirihara shrugged, “oh, I’ve been meaning to thank you for making me train left handed.”

Jackal raised an eyebrow, “you’re welcome?”

Kirihara’s expression sobered as he tilted his head back to get a better look at the older Hunter, “it probably saved my life. Not so good with the right with two broken fingers.”

Jackal eyes widened, “then I’m glad I made you practice. Take it easy Akaya,“ he ruffled his curly hair and slipped back into the crowd.

After they signed in Ryoma suggested they find Momoshiro. The elevator was packed as tightly as the ground floor and Kirihara ended up riding up five floors with Ryoma’s backside pressed very tightly against his hips. Ryoma wiggled his hips and smiled when Kirihara grunted softly.

When the elevator doors opened the initial rush of people getting off was halted when Tezuka stormed past. Oishi followed close on his heels, very obviously angry.

“Tezuka! Stop and listen to me!” Oishi’s voice rang through the hallway as he yelled at the Hunter.

Everyone in the elevator glanced at one another before rushing out into the hall; this was one fight no one wanted to miss!

“Oishi, if you have a better idea, I’d love to hear it!”

The Hunter stopped short, back tensing, “you know I don’t.”

Tezuka turned to him, “then I have no choice.”

“Tezuka you’re talking about sending the youngest members out as bait! What if it goes wrong and they all end up cursed?”

“What if we don’t do this and they all end up cursed anyway? We’ll still be just as far from figuring this out!” Tezuka’s voice was steady but it held an edge of budding anger.

Oishi held out his hands, pleading, “at least give them the option! Let them decide if they want to do this, don’t force them! I beg of you!”

“Ask the Rookies what?” Ann Tachibana stepped out of the adjacent hallway, Kamio on her heels. Out of all the Hunters, it would be the smallest female to ask the question that was on all their minds.

Oishi looked pointedly at Tezuka, “well, tell them.” He crossed his arms, scowl firmly in place.

Tezuka turned so he was facing Ann as well as the group near the elevator, “we know the physical appearance of the one collecting materials for the curses, we also know where he is looking for Hunters. We have a theory as to who he’s after, so we would like to test that theory. We have five Hunters left that are in that category, and I would like to put them all on the streets in selected areas with surveillance to see if he will take the bait.”

Momoshiro stepped out of the hallway behind Ann and threw his arm around her shoulders, earning him a glare from Kamio, “Tezuka-san, I don’t have a problem with that. I’m one of the younger ones, so, with the was you guys are talking, I guess that means I’m potentially one of the ones that he’s after.”

“Momo …” Oishi urged quietly, shaking his head.

“No,” he shook his head and stepped back from Ann, “I agree with Tezuka, I want this stopped before someone dies from it.”

Kamio and Ann nodded in agreement.

Ryoma slipped out from behind Kirihara, “same here.” He grinned wickedly at Tezuka, by Tezuka’s own words he couldn’t be stopped from helping this time. They wanted Rookies, and he was the youngest one.

Tezuka cast a glance around at the Hunters and smiled, “I guess it’s settled then. I’ll talk to Tachibana about putting Kamio and Ann into the field.”

Oishi sighed in defeat, “I guess so.”
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