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Colour me Blood red: Human after all	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I always forget to say this so I seem like a really big bitch, so I apologize. I want to thank everyone for reviewing!! It makes it all worth it!

My friend requested a Golden Pair scene ...and somehow a photocopier ended up in that conversation.

I'm trying my best not to take so long between updates, but not only do I not have a lot of time, my internet doesn't like to work. I'm sorry!

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Chapter 4

The desk was the same as it always was; dark wood, a row of drawers filled with paper, magazines, and a gun with an extra clip. The scratched surface held his laptop and a notepad for his first draft report. A desk-lamp with a bulb desperately in need of replacing sat in the corner. His desk faced the memorial wall, opposite the entry. He didn’t need a cubicle, so he could see everyone coming and going.

A set of lockers was installed at the back end of the office after Tezuka realized desks were being used to hold extra clothes. That was good because it meant Kirihara could change out of his bloodied pants and Yagyuu’s shirt. He had put enough extra clothes in there Marui could change as well.

Niou had called Oishi almost immediately and the stand-in Captain sent some Hunters to pick up the two, and he sent a crew to Kirihara’s apartment. It was as they feared, the apartment had been completely trashed and a pair of re-animated were left as presents.

For the time being he was forced to stay at the Organization until he could find a new apartment. He had called his landlord and the man was so ecstatic he offered to refund this month since he already paid first and last and he had technically only spend a few days out of the month there.

That only left one problem. Marui was avoiding him.

The other male was pale and drawn, he had accepted the change of clothes and then disappeared into the depth of the building. Kirihara gave him his space, shock made everyone react differently. He had seen Marui briefly with the shapeshifter Jiroh, so he knew he was in good hands.

Momoshiro clapped him on the shoulder and Kurobane seated himself on the corner of his desk.

“We heard what happened,” Momoshiro propped his hip on the other edge of the desk, studying Kirihara.

Not surprising, “that was quick.” Word traveled fast here.

“Are you okay?” Momoshiro asked, hesitant.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Little jittery, but I guess that’s what happens when you take down a flesh eating zombie with your bare hands,” Kirihara shrugged.

The Hunters laughed, nodding and slapping his shoulders. Any horrible situation was made less when retold to a room of people who understood. The more he told, the more Hunters gathered around. Some joined in with tales of tackling the undead, others with stories they had heard. It all became less like a living nightmare and just another war story.

His new tattoo was brought up and suddenly everyone was rolling up a sleeve or a pant leg to show off their ink. Some were just designs, others were memorials, others were numerical tallies, all had a story.

Kirihara glanced at the familiar faces around him. Momoshiro and Kurobane had grown attached, in a bro-mance sort of way. They were always seen in the gym, a new section of the living quarters, trading blows or trying to push each other past their limit.

All the Hunters figured themselves to be safe, but some sort of sixth sense seemed to keep them all there. Many of the apartments were full and the dormitory was full several days of the week. Changes had to be made to accommodate the unusual amount of bodies hanging around. It had become less like a place of business and more like a real safe-house.

Tachibana and Saeki kept their teams close, they were still on loan to Tezuka but were often traveling for their own duties. If Kurobane was there that meant Saeki and his team were around.

A sudden screech distracted the Hunters. Kikumaru Eiji stalked a very bouncy Mukahi Gakuto into the offices.

“Like I keep telling you Kikumaru, there is always someone better than you.” The Shape-shifter chuckled and twirled, eyes seeking the other Hunters in the room as he displayed himself.

“Oishi wouldn’t do that!” Kikumaru snarled.

The Hunters groaned, this again. It had been an on-going battle between the two Shifters. Mukahi seemed to like pushing everyone's buttons and he found the one sore spot on his companion; his growing relationship with the stand-in Captain of the Organization. They had been attempting to keep it quiet, then Mukahi found out, and now everyone knew.

"I tell you Kikumaru, he’s been checking me out like crazy, he totally wants me!” Mukahi laughed and propped himself up on the corner of an empty desk. He stretched out his long legs, hands propped behind him on the desk.

“Oishi isn’t like that!” Kikumaru’s fists clenched at his side.

A chill ran up Kirihara’s spine and he noticed the other Hunters rubbing their arms and necks, that was a bad sign. When a Shifter got agitated they electrified the air, a shocking static that sensitives seemed to pick up on more than normal people. Either that or they were all hyper-sensitive to danger.

“Someone better calm these two down,” Kirihara whispered, not wanting to attract attention.

“Yeah right, last time I tried to separate them I got slashed!” Momoshiro hissed back, “you get in the middle of those two!”

“The little imp is right,” Kurobane leaned across the desk so he could whisper to Kirihara and Momoshiro, “we better stop them before they …you know …shift.”

Yanagisawa leaned over the back of the desk, “who’s gonna get in between them da ne?”

Before any of them could figure out what to do an infuriated scream cut them off. Kikumaru lunged at Mukahi. The two Shifters collided mid-air, falling to the ground in a heap. Kikumaru jumped back first, Mukahi scrambled up and put distance between the two. The only warning was the sudden prickling in the air and with a scream and a rip of clothing two full sized predator cats collided. Kikumaru, grabbed Mukahi by the scruff of the neck and tossed the cheetah into a row of filing cabinets. The cat collided with a crunch of metal, he screamed in fury and scrambled up the filing cabinets to get a higher vantage point to attack. His smaller body slammed into the mountain lion and both went sliding across the floor. The group of Hunters scattered as the two cats crashed into Kirihara’s desk.

“Fuck!” Kirihara shouted and drew his weapon. He really didn’t want to shoot ether of them but the situation was getting a little too dangerous. The other Hunters followed his example, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Paws slashed and teeth gnashed as the two cats lunged and attacked. Desks were thrown aside when the large bodies collided with them. Mukahi groaned, an almost growl-like sound from his feline throat, as he rolled around in the remains of someone’s desk, trying to get himself free from the splintered wood. As soon as he gained his feet Kikumaru swiped at him, his large paw snapping the cheetahs head to the side. Both cats snarled and growled, baring large dagger-like teeth and swiping with claws large enough to disembowel a man.

“I think that’s just about enough.” Inui stepped from the elevator, a large dart gun in his hand. Aiming down his arm he fired twice in succession. Red feathered darts hit either cat; Kikumaru in the rump, and Mukahi in the shoulder. Both cats screamed in shock and suddenly the cats were devolving back into humans. Kikumaru dropped to his knees, naked and trembling. Mukahi leaned heavily against a desk; being forced back into their humans forms took more energy than they were used to, leaving them staggering and pale.

Mukahi pushed himself away from the desk and clenched his fists in concentration. After a moment he opened his eyes and blinked in confusion, “I can’t shift!? What the fuck did you do to me!?” He turned to Inui, murder burning in his eyes.

“Experimental drug, the effects won’t last very long, according to my calculations. It blocks the hormones and chemicals you need to transform,” The doctor explained, adjusting his glassed.

“Oh, so that’s why Inui-sensei has been in the labs more than the hospital wing. I’d say that was a good thing if I wasn’t so creeped out," Momoshiro whispered, all the Hunters agreed.

"Experimental!?" Mukahi screamed, staggering back against the desk, "you shot me up with something you haven't even tested!?"

Inui adjusted his glasses, a frown creasing his features, "I said experimental, I never said I haven't tested it before."

Kikumaru sighed in defeat, he knew Inui well enough to not bother arguing. Mukahi cursed a blue streak and Inui scribbled notes onto a metal clipboard, humming to himself.

Oishi burst into the offices, a stack of papers in one hand and his cell-phone in the other, “what’s going on here!?”

Mukahi and Kikumaru had the grace to look embarassed, the mountain lion actually blushed.

“You two know the rule! No transforming on the premises!” Oishi screeched. “Tezuka, let me call you back!” He hung up his phone and threw it into his pocket, not even bothering to try and put it into the holster. “Eiji! You know better than this! This is something I expect from Gakuto, not you!”

“Hey!” Mukahi pouted indignantly.

"Oishi, I can explain!” the Shifter said weakly.

“Explain!? You transformed and destroyed the entire floor, you put the Hunters lives at risk! Do you understand what you’ve done!?”

Kikumaru visibly shrank away from the Hunter.

“Come with me to the copy room, I need to fax these papers, we can talk there!” Oishi pointed to the small room off the office area that held a fax/photocopy machine and the extra office supplies. He turned to address the rest of the room, “can you guys try and clean this up as best as possible?”

The few Hunters in the room nodded, “no problem Oishi-san.” None of them wanted to be in Kikumaru's shoes at that moment.

Kikumaru followed Oishi into the small room, he didn’t care that he was nude, it was common for Shifters to wander around undressed. Oishi ignored him for the time being, setting up the machine to send his faxes. He hit the buttons a little more aggressively than they needed and slammed his fist into the send button. The papers started feeding through and he rested his weight on the machine with a loud sigh. “What happened Eiji?”

“Gakuto said …umm …Gakuto said that you wanted him more than you wanted me.” The Shifter let out in a rush.

“What!?” Oishi turned around in bewilderment, “that’s what that was about?” He sighed again and shook his head, “Eiji, you know that’s not true.”

The Shifter sniffled and shook his head, “no I don’t.”

Oishi blinked again, “what do you mean by that?”

Kikumaru shifted uneasily, “Gakuto is sexy, everyone knows it, he’s always flaunting himself. All the guys look at him, no matter what their preference.”

“Eiji, if this is what it’s about then-"

“Why won’t you sleep with me?” Eiji lifted his face to look the Hunter directly in the eye.

“I-what?”

“We’ve been dating for months now, but you won’t have sex with me. Is it because-“

Oishi rushed to Kikumaru’s side, crossing the small room in only a few steps, “you think it’s because I want Gakuto!?” He shook his head, “that’s absurd! I won’t have sex with you because I want some other guy …I’m …” he paused, searching for the right words.

“Don’t tell me it’s because you’re being a gentleman?” Eiji scoffed.

Oishi shrugged, “I don’t want to rush you.”

“But I want Oishi!” Eiji pouted.

Oishi sighed, “that’s what all this is about? I don’t want to rush into this relationship so you think I want Gakuto over you? Eiji …” he sighed and ran his fingers through his short hair.

With a final shake of his head Oishi went back to the fax and rested his weight against it, back to the Shape-shifter. He let his head fall forward as he listened to the machine dial out. What was he to do? He had so much on his mind already, he wasn’t sure if there was enough room to deal with his personal life. He didn’t want to lose Eiji, they had only been dating a few months and he would like it to last longer, but if Eiji was going to start this …he didn’t know what to do.

Kikumaru suddenly flung himself at his back, arms latching around his torso. He buried his face into the heat of Oishi’s neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

Oishi shook his head, “I’m fine Eiji.”

“You can’t lie to a Shape-shifter. Your scent changed, you’re upset about everyone, I know that! I don’t mean to add more problems. I just want to know that you do like me …more than Gakuto.”

Oishi gently pried Kikumaru’s fingers off his shirt, holding the Shifters arms out he turned slowly in his arms. Facing the slightly shorter male he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together. “Of course I like you more than Gakuto, silly kitty.” He whispered against Kikumaru’s mouth.

Kikumaru wrapped his arms back around Oishi’s back, hands clinging to the back of his shoulders. The innocent kiss became deeper when the Shifter mewled against the Hunters mouth. Oishi suddenly grabbed Kikumaru by the backside and lifted him, turning them both around so he could sit on the top of the fax machine.

Kikumaru let out a startled squeak when he was suddenly lifted off his feet.

When Oishi realized what he had done he blushed and tried to step away, “Eiji, I’m sorry I-“

The Shifter wrapped arms and legs around him, not letting him go. “Sorry for what? You can’t tell me you don’t want this!” He wiggled his hips, feeling the very prominent bulge in Oishi’s pants.

“Here?” Oishi looked around the room.

“Oishi, it’s not like I’m some virgin on her wedding day. The bed is for people without imagination.” He leaned forward to rub his cheek along the length of Oishi’s neck, purring as he scent marked him.

“Eiji …I don’t know. We’re in the office, couldn’t this wait?” Oishi looked over his shoulder to the door. They could be walked in on at any moment!

“You really have no idea what goes on here do you?” Eiji chuckled, letting his arms rest over Oishi’s shoulders.

“What do you mean by that?” Oishi frowned.

Kikumaru chuckled again, “you are so innocent, it’s adorable. Let me put it this way, I doubt we’re the first ones to use this room for …well …you know what …” he winked.

“WHAT!?” Oishi reeled back.

Kikumaru wiggled his eyebrows, “Oishi, I followed you into a closed room, naked. Even if we weren’t having sex I’m sure everyone is assuming that we are, so don’t worry about them barging in on us.”

Oishi shook his head, “I don’t believe it.”

“You’ve put a bunch of strapping, horny, young men in one building. What were you expecting?” Kikumaru grinned. “Now,” he let his hands trail down Oishi’s stomach to his belt, “do you want to?”

“I do, you know I do …but …” he gently but firmly held Eiji’s wrists so he couldn’t undo his belt. “I’m not sure.”

“You’re not a virgin are you?” Eiji cocked his head in question.

Oishi spluttered and blushed, “no, I am not …it’s just that …”

“You’ve never done a guy?” Eiji was slowly starting to get the idea.

Oishi blushed harder, “well …no …I mean …” Eiji kissed him to stop the rambling.

“It’s alright, I still love you,” he giggled, "I have, so I can walk you through this, don’t worry.”

“Eiji I really don’t-“ he ended with a sharp intake when Eiji’s hand closed around him.

“Let me,” Kikumaru tilted his face up to be kissed and Oishi oblidged him.

The Shifter slowly undid Oishi’s belt as the Hunter kissed him thoroughly. Oishi’s hands didn’t adventure too far past his knees, fingertips brushing along the insides of his knees. Eiji took one of Oishi’s hands off his knee and slowly drew it up his leg. When he reached his hip Oishi took the hint, letting his hand raise further. Eiji moaned against his mouth when he trailed his fingers along his length.

Oishi’s pants hit the floor and Kikumaru used his grip between his legs to draw him closer.

“But …we don’t have anything …it’ll hurt.”

“I’m a Shapeshifter, I’ll heal, it won’t hurt that badly.” Kikumaru propped his heels on the ledge and rolled his hips back, exposing himself. He leaned back on his hands, giving Oishi room to get in close to him.

“I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.” Oishi rubbed his hands along Eiji’s thighs, gaze flickering him his face to between his legs.

“It’s gonna hurt more if you don’t," Eiji grinned.

Oishi shook his head, “you’re sure about this?”

“For the last time Oishi, yes!” Eiji huffed, bouncing his knees with impatience.

Oishi inhaled deeply and guided himself in between Eiji’s legs, “do I just …put it in?”

Eiji sighed when Oishi bumped his entrance, “just go slowly, I’m dry so it will be a little uncomfortable.”

“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if you need me to,” Oishi held his gaze, expression serious.

“I promise, really, I do promise.”

Oishi nodded and slowly pushed himself in, when he no longer needed to support himself he put both hands on the top of the photocopier and very slowly eased his hips forward.

Eiji moaned and let his head fall back. It hurt, but it wasn’t a bad pain. Oishi was gentle, almost too gentle. When the Hunter stopped moving he sat up straighter, looking down. Only half of Oishi was inside of him. “You can put it all in!” He wiggled his hips, flexing his internal muscles.

Oishi moaned, eyes fluttering, “are you sure?”

“YES!” He was getting really tired of Oishi asking.

Oishi resumed his pace, very slowly pushing into the Shifter. When their hips met he stopped with a shuddered moan, head dropping forward onto Eiji’s shoulder. He pulled out just as slowly and both shuddered at the sensation. Eiji was loosening, making it easier for him to move. He sped up a little, not enough to call it rough. Eiji’s head fell back and he rocked his hips in time with Oishi’s, moaning and sighing with every movement.

Oishi dropped forward and buried his face in Kikumaru’s neck, hooking one hand under his knee to bring his hips higher. Kikumaru cried out as Oishi moved his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. He collapsed against the photocopier, smiling at the face above him. Oishi’s green eyes stared down at him, a responding grin on his face. Kikumaru pushed himself back up and threw an arm around Oishi's neck as he kissed him.

Oishi’s started to lose his rhythm and Eiji realized with a grin that Oishi was going to come before he did. That was alright.

Or so he thought. When Oishi’s warm hand closed around him he gasped and broke their kiss, throwing his head back. OIshi’s hand worked him quickly, bringing them closer. Oishi’s rhythm finally broke and he snapped his hips forward, groaning as he orgasmed. His hips snapped a few more times before he finally stopped, collapsing against Eiji’s chest. The Shifter smirked and rubbed the Hunters back, kissing the top of his head. His erection was trapped between their bodies, hard to the point it was almost painful.

Oishi pushed himself up, grinning sheepishly at his partner. He kissed Kikumaru and started the rhythm with his hand again.

Eiji gasped, “you don’t have to!”

“Well, that’s not exactly fair is it?” Oishi silenced any argument with a deep kiss, tongue pressing between Kikumaru’s lips. With a few strokes the Shifter came with a shriek. His orgasm made him clench, in turn making Oishi gasp and shudder. He pulled out slowly, semen trailing down the photocopier.

There was a sudden loud banging on the door, “Oi! Oishi-san! Make sure you clean up! And we cleaned the room as best as we could, we’re going to need to order some new desks!”

Oishi buried his face in Kikumaru’s shoulder as he blushed.

“I told you.”
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