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Category:
Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,520
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sengoku
Amber Flame
Summary: Oh Sengoku….
Disclaimer: Look, I can’t play tennis and if I tried I’d be drinking lots of Inui juice. I don’t own Prince of Tennis…but it owns me.
Warning: None
Author’s Note:First Prince of tennis fic. I really like Akutsu.
Sengoku
Fucking Dan Taichi.
It’s not like I want this kid, but I certainly want to get a one up on Akutsu…not that I know if Akutsu really has any sort of attachment to this kid. I don’t care, I own him. I’m lucky.
He’s following behind me with that stupid smile, looking all around like he just might see him. I don’t care. It amazes me that Akutsu even joined and left the tennis team so fast. He’s good, really good. Maybe if he just stopped with that “I’m bored stuff” he’d have a better time –
“Muromachi-kun! Lucky!”
I love latching onto Muromachi! He always looks so disturbed! Thinking he’s all cool with his sunglasses and that sexy smooth hair, he’s just to die for!
“Sengoku…get off.” The boy mumbled.
Oh, he’s so darling. I raise his sunglasses a little and kiss him on the mouth.
“You know you can’t wear those outside of practice…let’s take them off hmm?”
He always gets so flustered when I do –
“Taichi!” I purr. “Where are you going?”
“T-to help with morning practice?”
I don’t want Muromachi-kun to see me frown so I just let him go. I leaned over the boy, practically draping myself all over his prettiness and walk him to the courts. I really don’t care what anyone thinks. He’s cute.
When we get there, coach calls the lot of us over and my suave prince escapes, for now. I meander over and all he’s ever talking about it training harder now that we’ve been crushed by Seigaku. He’s always got that silly smile on…
Hee. Lucky.
I stare right at him and , looking away when he notices. He knows. I wonder who else knows…about us.
Instead of me getting paired right away, he calls me into his office and closes it, locking the door.
“Sengoku –”
“Kiyosumi.” I say, looking around the familiar interior. “Hm, you’ve added a new picture! Who’s this?”
“Grandkids…” He reaches for me and I mutter “lucky” before he’s got his hands inside my uniform.
Sure this borders on wrong, but I’m a regular player and don’t have to do nearly as much training as everyone else. Besides, I like his…personal training a little more. And besides…for an old guy, he’s pretty impressive.
I love riding him and sometimes I like to think of that player from Seigaku, that Momo while I’m with him. So impressive…with that dunk smash…
“Aaaaaa!” I cry out. He loves it when I’m like this.
“Kiyosumi!” he grunts and I know he wants me to say it. I’m close anyway so I let it go.
“Lucky –Luckkkkky!”
And I can feel him all inside me. I take this over swinging practice anyday…besides, isn’t this supposed to aerobic anyway?
We get done and he lets me clean up, still trying to get in my shirt. I swat him away and leave back outside, taking a quick look around. I don’t think anyone noticed.
Good.
I’m lucky like that.
When I get over to the main courts, past all the freshmen and lovely ladies who’ve come to watch me play (damn that Wakato for having more girls than me) I can see that brat talking to someone.
I get over there and there’s Akutsu. Fuck.
I meander over, a lazy smile on my face.
“Taichi. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
The boy jumps and that headband falls into his eyes. Cute.
“I –I’m working I’m talking with –”
“Akutsu isn’t on the team anymore.”
His face falls and he wanders away. That’ll teach him. That’s when I hear Akutsu move. Suddenly he’s right in front of me, staring me down.
God he’s so huge…makes me so hard just watching him, but as he grabs me by the collar and lifts me up I remember, Fuck, he’s dangerous.
“Don’t order me around you Lucky asshole.”
He tosses me into some balls crates and walks away. I get up and make sure nothing’s broken.
I’m perfectly fine.
Lucky!
****
*Oh Sengoku, Sengoku…^w^
*I’m starting to get into this even though of AFF.net this fandom doesn’t have that many fans, I’m enjoying the process of simply writing these as I just became an avid Prince of Tennis fan. Thank you to those readers who are reading!
Summary: Oh Sengoku….
Disclaimer: Look, I can’t play tennis and if I tried I’d be drinking lots of Inui juice. I don’t own Prince of Tennis…but it owns me.
Warning: None
Author’s Note:First Prince of tennis fic. I really like Akutsu.
Sengoku
Fucking Dan Taichi.
It’s not like I want this kid, but I certainly want to get a one up on Akutsu…not that I know if Akutsu really has any sort of attachment to this kid. I don’t care, I own him. I’m lucky.
He’s following behind me with that stupid smile, looking all around like he just might see him. I don’t care. It amazes me that Akutsu even joined and left the tennis team so fast. He’s good, really good. Maybe if he just stopped with that “I’m bored stuff” he’d have a better time –
“Muromachi-kun! Lucky!”
I love latching onto Muromachi! He always looks so disturbed! Thinking he’s all cool with his sunglasses and that sexy smooth hair, he’s just to die for!
“Sengoku…get off.” The boy mumbled.
Oh, he’s so darling. I raise his sunglasses a little and kiss him on the mouth.
“You know you can’t wear those outside of practice…let’s take them off hmm?”
He always gets so flustered when I do –
“Taichi!” I purr. “Where are you going?”
“T-to help with morning practice?”
I don’t want Muromachi-kun to see me frown so I just let him go. I leaned over the boy, practically draping myself all over his prettiness and walk him to the courts. I really don’t care what anyone thinks. He’s cute.
When we get there, coach calls the lot of us over and my suave prince escapes, for now. I meander over and all he’s ever talking about it training harder now that we’ve been crushed by Seigaku. He’s always got that silly smile on…
Hee. Lucky.
I stare right at him and , looking away when he notices. He knows. I wonder who else knows…about us.
Instead of me getting paired right away, he calls me into his office and closes it, locking the door.
“Sengoku –”
“Kiyosumi.” I say, looking around the familiar interior. “Hm, you’ve added a new picture! Who’s this?”
“Grandkids…” He reaches for me and I mutter “lucky” before he’s got his hands inside my uniform.
Sure this borders on wrong, but I’m a regular player and don’t have to do nearly as much training as everyone else. Besides, I like his…personal training a little more. And besides…for an old guy, he’s pretty impressive.
I love riding him and sometimes I like to think of that player from Seigaku, that Momo while I’m with him. So impressive…with that dunk smash…
“Aaaaaa!” I cry out. He loves it when I’m like this.
“Kiyosumi!” he grunts and I know he wants me to say it. I’m close anyway so I let it go.
“Lucky –Luckkkkky!”
And I can feel him all inside me. I take this over swinging practice anyday…besides, isn’t this supposed to aerobic anyway?
We get done and he lets me clean up, still trying to get in my shirt. I swat him away and leave back outside, taking a quick look around. I don’t think anyone noticed.
Good.
I’m lucky like that.
When I get over to the main courts, past all the freshmen and lovely ladies who’ve come to watch me play (damn that Wakato for having more girls than me) I can see that brat talking to someone.
I get over there and there’s Akutsu. Fuck.
I meander over, a lazy smile on my face.
“Taichi. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
The boy jumps and that headband falls into his eyes. Cute.
“I –I’m working I’m talking with –”
“Akutsu isn’t on the team anymore.”
His face falls and he wanders away. That’ll teach him. That’s when I hear Akutsu move. Suddenly he’s right in front of me, staring me down.
God he’s so huge…makes me so hard just watching him, but as he grabs me by the collar and lifts me up I remember, Fuck, he’s dangerous.
“Don’t order me around you Lucky asshole.”
He tosses me into some balls crates and walks away. I get up and make sure nothing’s broken.
I’m perfectly fine.
Lucky!
****
*Oh Sengoku, Sengoku…^w^
*I’m starting to get into this even though of AFF.net this fandom doesn’t have that many fans, I’m enjoying the process of simply writing these as I just became an avid Prince of Tennis fan. Thank you to those readers who are reading!