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The Beginning of Something New	By : mercyslays Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 1647 -:- Recommendations : 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.

Chapter List
- 1-The Beginning of Something New
- 2-Late Night, Scarring & The World
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Title: The Beginning of Something New (2/6)

Author: Lucifer Hisaki

Rating: NC-17 Overall

Fandom: Prince of Tennis/Tenipuri

Pairing: Eventual Sanada Genichirou/Echizen Ryoma/Tezuka Kunimitsu

Summary: Compilation of Themed Ficlets of StagesOfLlove Livejournal Community claim. It's the Beginning of Something New and the bumps that go along with it

Disclaimer: I don�t own Tenipuri or we be seeing orgies upon orgies of yummy yaoi smex

Notes: Double � or (��) around the subtitles indicates Sex Scenes

Overall Word Count:7202

� Late Night �

Tezuka glanced at the clock worriedly, his face stone like. It was well past midnight. Ryoma wasn�t home. It wasn�t anything new but it had been common, too common, as of late. Tezuka hated it.
He wasn�t usually like this and the match between him and Sanada was well over a month ago. He was disappointed that Ryoma didn�t stay to congratulate him on winning, albeit barely. Tezuka wanted to know what was happening between them now. Something was wrong, he could feel it in his heart. Sipping his now cold tea, he glared at the hanging timepiece on the wall again.

�Where are you Ryoma?�

A key in the apartment door�s lock gave him a sign of relief. Hurrying, Tezuka stood up and walked the distance from the dining room table to the front door, a scowl on his face. He opened the door before the man on the other side turned the knob. Feet apart and hands soon falling onto his hips, Tezuka glared at the smaller male. �Where have you been?�

�Out,� Ryoma replied as he pushed his former captain aside, �What I can�t go out without telling you?� There was a slur in the young prodigy�s voice.

Tezuka closed the door and locked it, whirling around to grasp Ryoma�s shoulders. �You�re drunk.�

�Obviously, bastard,� the college student snarled back, �Why are you up? Aren�t you with your mistress? Lover?�

He looked the boy over, �Lover? Mistress? What are you talking about, Ryoma? My only lover is you!�

�As if I didn�t see Black Cap here two nights ago,� Ryoma looked away from Tezuka, �He�s keeping your bed warm, isn�t he!�

Tezuka tightened his grip on Ryoma�s shoulders, �Do you even know what you�re saying?�

�The Hell I do! You�ve been cheating on me!�

He gapped, letting of Ryoma who stumbled over to the couch, collapsing head first on it. �I never��

�Don�t give me that shit, Kunimitsu. I know you�ve been seeing him behind my back,� Ryoma�s yell was muffled by the couch cushion, �I�m not good enough for you, is that it? That�s why you don�t play against me anymore, right? Why we haven�t had sex since last Christmas which I might add was half a year ago!�

Tezuka just kept silent as he walked over. He sat down next to Ryoma�s legs, sliding them off for some more room. �You�re drunk.�

�So what?�

�You can�t think straight.�

�I can think straight enough that I managed to forget all about you and have fun!�

�Fun,� Tezuka turned, a frown growing on his face, �What sort of fun?�

�What do you think, bastard? Just what do you think?�

The former tennis captain studied the rumpled clothes of his lover, a strange but familiar odor filling his nose. �I think you had sex with someone and I don�t like it.�

With a feral growl he flipped the smaller male over, pinning his arms to the armrest. �Who did you fuck?�

�� Scarring ��

�Why do you fucking care,� Ryoma retorted back, testing the grip on his wrists, �And let me go, bastard!�

�I care because one, you�re my lover. Two, I�m worried about you. Three, I�m a jealous son of a bitch,� Tezuka barked, not caring that he was cursing along with the younger male. This had gone long enough. �Four, because I�m god damn in love with you.�

�Liar,� the pinned male hissed back angrily, �You fucking liar. You never did love me.�

Tezuka tightened his grip on Ryoma, glaring harder steel at the younger male, �Am I the sort of person to love someone this easily? This wholly?� He forced his lips onto Ryoma�s, thrusting his tongue hard inside, biting his lover�s lower lip hard, drawing pain and blood.

Ryoma gasped in pain, opening his mouth enough for the other to thrust his tongue inside roughly. With a feral growl of his own, Ryoma writhed more violently, trying to buckle Tezuka off him, doing anything and everything he could to get free, nails digging into the skin of his palms. He bit intrusion, drawing Tezuka�s blood to mingle with saliva.

The taller male shifted his grip so only one of his hands held Ryoma down. Using his free hand, he forcibly pulled the younger man�s shirt over his head, bringing down his pants harshly to his knees. Tezuka removed his mouth from Ryoma�s, biting hard on his lover�s neck, breaking the skin, bruising the flesh, drawing more blood.

Pinned down and helpless to the assault, Ryoma�s eyes prickled with tears. Tezuka reached to undo his pants. Ryoma closed his eyes. This was the first time they fought throughout their entire relationship. This would also probably the most scarring.

He gasped out loud, pain flaring in his lower body, the other grunting, biting harder into Ryoma�s sensitive flesh, pleasure mingling in his pain, making the onslaught worse. He bit into his trembling lower lip, muffling his inevitable screams, squirming more against the taller and more powerful male.

In the back of his mind, Tezuka knew what he was doing but that didn�t stop him. It was time for Ryoma to remember who he belonged to. He was his. The bestial part of his mind paid no attention to the rational humane part of his conscious. He continued to thrust down into Ryoma fast and furious, harder than the before.

When it finally stopped, tears streamed down Ryoma�s cheeks, Tezuka pulling away, blood on his weapon of choice. They stared at each other, frozen in time, the older man�s hold loose and limp. Ryoma moved his arms easily, pushing Tezuka back who moved with only the barest of touches against his bare chest.

Ryoma ran into their shared bedroom and locked the door. Alone again, Tezuka turned to face the coffee table before pounding it with the side of his fist, glass breaking on impact. Sobbing could be heard beyond the bedroom door. Tezuka put his head in his hands in regretful agony.

� The World �

Tezuka didn�t look up as he heard the bedroom door open. He lost track of everything, the time, his emotions; he just sat on the couch, head in his hands, a stone statue. Breathing in and out deeply, the older man sighed as a familiar pain flared in his shoulder.

Ryoma walked over to stand in front of his lover, behind the destroyed coffee table. He stared down with clouded eyes of nothing. He didn�t say a word. He just stared. Ryoma licked his lips before he turned around and walked away.

Tezuka did nothing to stop him. He had no right. He crossed the line.

Shaking, the taller male stood up before he collapsed back on the couch, head still bowed in angry regret. Ryoma was already crossing the short distance from the living room to the front door. Tezuka tried again, this time he managed to barely stay on his feet. A hand came up to his left shoulder, rubbing it gently. Slowly he raised his head to watch Ryoma touch the doorknob.

Ryoma paused. He turned the knob and opened the door.

Tezuka let him.

Door fully open, Ryoma didn�t move, his back was stiff, body high strung. He tilted his head to the side; a small duffle bag was on his shoulder. He was dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans. Red socks were the only items on his feet. His white sneakers were in one hand.

The other man stared blankly at his lover�s turned back, not saying anything. He couldn�t, his throat was too tight. He closed his eyes tightly, the corners of his eyes were moist. Opening them again, he continued to gaze at the small frame between the door.

Ryoma didn�t turn once, he did not move. Time had once again stopped the world for them. It was just them two, the world was that room they were in, they were the world.

Then the world crumbled.

Ryoma stepped through the threshold as Tezuka stayed still, not moving at all.

The younger male paused again, outside the door. Tezuka�s ice melted. He ran to the door. Ryoma still stayed.

Tezuka wanted to bring his arms around the smaller man and apologize. He wanted to hold his lover again; he brought his arms up but hesitated. Ryoma did nothing to return the gesture.

Then Ryoma stepped one step away, Tezuka�s arms fell to his sides.

�Goodbye.�

� Continued in Part 3 �

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