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Learning to Land. Chapter Eighty ~Tachibana~

Warnings: Yaoi, Love, Angst, Fluff, and Lots of Sex. Some kink. You've been warned ;)

Disclaimer: Nope not mine. Still in my dreams. ;)

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Tachibana was shocked to his very core. It rocked his world and he remembers feeling that Fuji's smile was evil and manipulative--a calculated plan to throw him off balance all along. Fuji had looked so pure and curious and happy to play him when Tachibana asked but it had all been a clever plan to make a fool out of him. Fuji would laugh at him and brag to everyone how he had massacred Tachibana and wiped the courts clean with his pathetic carcass. Tachibana remembers feeling only cold fury and thinking that all he wanted to do was to wipe that pleased and contented smile off the cruel boy's beautiful face...

And the next moment, he was kissing Fuji...

Tachibana was as surprised at what he was doing as Fuji seemed to be. But it was probably just another part of Fuji's plan to make him look like an idiot. Tachibana became enraged. No matter what he did Fuji got the best of him. Well, no more...

With a growl of pure hate and anger he kissed the smaller boy hard, pressed his body into him, and gripped his shoulders with his hands. Tachibana pulled him closer while at the same time he shoved Fuji's body roughly up against the metal fence. At some point the timer on the lights at the court snapped off but Tachibana barely even noticed it in the rush of heat and rage he felt. Tachibana was going to hurt Fuji as much as possible. He wanted to dominate him and make him cry out in pain. He wanted Fuji to feel afraid and beg him to stop...

But he felt Fuji relax into him as if this was a tender, gentle embrace. Given how hard he was pressing against the smaller boy, Tachibana knew he had to be hurting him but instead of crying out or seeming afraid, Fuji responded sweetly with pure trust and openness.

Tachibana half froze. If Fuji had fought him, Tachibana would have pressed into him more. If he had protested, Tachibana would have been even more forceful and then laughed at him. If Fuji cried and tried to push him away, Tachibana was going to throw him to the ground when he was done with him. If he had done anything else, no matter what it was Tachibana was prepared to make Fuji hurt and pay. He wanted Fuji to feel terrified of him. He felt like wiping that smile off Fuji's smug face and was ready to not stop until Fuji was crying like a girl. He wanted the small boy trembling in his arms and in tears begging him to let go and stop.

Anything Fuji tried to counter with was only going to make it worse for the angelic looking monster--anything and everything except for that.

He hadn't expected Fuji to give a yielding, loving response at all.

In horror, Tachibana realized he was the one being the monster--to Fuji. If Fuji hadn't surrendered to him, he wondered shocked at himself how far would he have taken his desire to hurt him. What was worse, his anger and want to cause pain now made him feel sick, but at the same time it also excited him. That scared the hell out of Tachibana.

He was awed as somehow, yet again, Fuji countered his every move in ways Tachibana was unable to beat or match. Even things Tachibana did impulsively, stupid thoughtless things done only out of anger, Fuji seemed to be able to match. It was as if he could see right through Tachibana into his core. Fuji seemed to know what Tachibana was going to do before he even knew himself. Fuji had a counter move in play before Tachibana even caught his thoughts up to his actions. And then it dawned on him that this was why Fuji was a tensai.

Tachibana had played against guys that were supposed to be tensais before. Every major tennis school it seemed always had one or two of these bogus tennis prodigies lying around. He had long ago lost count of all the tensai's that someone warned him to watch out for as the guy strutted onto the courts. Tachibana had solidly beaten every one of them up until now. He considered it his specialty to debunk the myth of a tennis genius gifted to mystically counter every move. Fuji, he suddenly understood, might actually be the real thing. An unbeatable tennis genius who could counter your every move as if he could read your mind.

Okay, it was amazing, but not supernatural or anything. Instead it seemed to be some freakish natural ability Fuji had to react to everything thrown at him, and not something the guy did to be malicious or evil. Tachibana realized in surprise nothing Fuji did from the moment they met was any part of any calculated plan. Instead Tachibana had grown paranoid after years of people out to get him.

Competitive tennis was just that--competitive. Tachibana was in arguably the top tennis school in all of Japan and had trained hard for his national ranking. His competition never worked as hard as he did and that was his edge. Rather than hard work, they would lie, cheat, and hurt him any way they could for their edge--if he let them.

He had learned the hard way from an early age to be vigilant. You had to be self-protective or you would get hurt by your opposition. They would do things from destroying his equipment to finding sneaky ways--mind games and crap like that to try to gain any advantage to ultimately bring him down. His adversaries were as often as not his own damn teammates, most of whom would stab him in the back for a chance at his spot on the team. Sometimes he even found his coaches and trainers would jealously try to get in his way and hold him back.

They coveted and envied his popularity, his talent, his drive, and his power. People he had learned would do whatever it took to try to steal it all from him in a heartbeat--if he let them. He kept his guard up at all times and it was that--him protecting himself constantly as much as his hard work and skill that put and kept him at the national level.

He was one of the top players in his age group in all of Japan. He had sacrificed most of his childhood to reach his goals, but at what point do you learn to trust someone? Anyone?

Though he understood why because of his training, Tachibana still felt completely ashamed that he ever thought Fuji was capable of any kind of manipulation. Instead of trying to bring him down, Fuji was only reacting to a strange, almost overwhelming attraction they both felt. They both loved tennis. That was the spark. The shared interest of something held so dear. Two competitors sharing a moment and understanding each other completely, but then Tachibana's huge ego took things way too far when he lost.

He knew without talking about it that Fuji understood him in ways that people who had known Tachibana for years wouldn't. They each had natural gifts that they had honed through hours and hours of practice. They shared the same love, the same drive, and the same will to win. Fuji had more natural abilities but Tachibana had made up for his lack of gifts through his hard work. They were evenly matched.

Fuji just happened to beat him this time. It was two opposite ends of the same magnet coming together with a resounding click as they inevitably met and locked perfectly together. Somehow, he had a feeling Fuji understood this--all of this because Fuji was the real thing. Even though Tachibana was only now understanding what was going on between them, somehow the tensai had known and probably understood this on more levels than Tachibana could ever comprehend.

The saddest thing was, now that his anger had cooled, Tachibana knew he did not hate Fuji. Not at all. Tachibana marveled at his abilities and his grace, he was awed by his beauty and prowess, but he didn't hate him. How could he ever think to hate someone who was this beautiful, innocent, and pure? He wondered when he had lost his own innocence and purity. Perhaps that was why he was always drawn to it in other people--because it was completely missing in himself. He wondered when he became a hateful, jaded person and if that was the price he paid for being one of the best. He envied that Fuji was able to somehow keep that when he could not.

Tachibana willed his painful clenching grip to change to a more gentle caress. He now held onto Fuji tenderly as they kissed. He pulled Fuji closer to him, kissed him softly back, and felt his heart nearly break with how beautiful this was. This moment. How beautiful this boy was. And Tachibana almost missed this because he was stuck in his own ego because his stupid pride had been hurt when he lost. He licked his tongue into Fuji's mouth and ran his fingers through Fuji's hair. He heard the slender boy moan in response and felt the noise go right through both of them.

Fuji held him closer and kissed him back deeper. Tachibana never knew anyone could be so sweet and so strong at the same time.

A shudder passed through the tensai--or maybe it was him--he wasn't sure where one of them stopped and the other started anymore.

Fuji was so gentle and beautiful and in an instant he had been so very willing to kiss Tachibana back, even in the beginning when he had to have hurt him. Tachibana had no resistance to this sweetness. He was used to fighting, to proving he was number one, the best at all times. He was used to competing, winning and taking, not giving. Or sharing. Or loving. Fuji's gentleness even in the heat of the moment hurt Tachibana with an ache--because they fit.

This was inevitable. This was supposed to happen. This was meant to be. They were meant to be. Tachibana wondered how he ever could have considered hurting Fuji because hurting him would only be hurting himself...

No. This has to stop! This is wrong...

Tachibana went to pull away. He was horrified by his earlier rash, angry actions. How stupid he was thinking to hurt someone. He had childishly wanted to attack and cause pain to someone who reached out to him in love. The first person Tachibana guessed that had ever reached out to him in perfect love and trust. The first person who reached for him without wanting anything from him but his heart...

But no matter how sweet and beautiful Fuji was, there was no way this should be happening. This should never have happened. Fuji was a guy. This wasn't two guy friends getting off or releasing some pent-up sexual tensions. This was something else entirely and it should not be happening. He tried to pull away again.

Fuji was strong and wouldn't let him go. As if he sensed the war Tachibana was fighting in his own head, Fuji held him closer as if showing Tachibana that he was forgiven. And loved.

The slender boy slid his arms around Tachibana as they kissed as if Tachibana had all along been touching him gently and lovingly instead of what must have felt like at first nothing but dominance and pain. The angelic boy softly, almost shyly and in a very inexperienced way, pressed his body closer and kissed Tachibana back deeper and deeper. It was sweet and loving and so pure. Tachibana didn't deserve this. He felt ashamed. So ashamed that for the first time since he was little he almost cried hot angry tears. He was furious at himself. Fuji deserved better than him. They shouldn't be doing this.

Tachibana began to end the kiss tenderly after all because he felt so damn guilty--and maybe something else too by the way his heart was slamming up against his ribs painfully hard in his chest, but Tachibana didn't want to think about that or acknowledge it.

No. It was not his damn fault if somehow Fuji fell in love with him while they played. Tachibana tried to tell himself he was not responsible. This was not his fault. He had not wanted this or tried to make it happen...

No, instead he had wanted to cause Fuji pain. He had wanted to make him suffer and cry--which was even lower of him.

Trying to hurt someone beautiful and simple like this was his fault. Tachibana figured he deserved the ache that was now centered in his chest. To his further shame, he realized this was probably Fuji's first kiss. It was the beautiful boy's first real kiss and Tachibana had horribly stolen it just because he was an angry, vindictive bastard. He wondered when it was he became such a monster.

Tachibana gently ended the kiss, and feeling the need to say something, lamely blurted out, "Thank you."

He didn't mean it and had nothing specific in mind that he was thanking Fuji for. Playing? Showing him what a monster he was? Making his emotions scream and his head swim? He didn't know but remembers thinking he needed to get away and think. Now.

He quickly turned and walked away. He left the smaller boy so fast, Fuji stood there dumbstruck, as if stunned and reeling. Tachibana thought if Fuji hadn't been pressed up against the metal fence, his knees would have buckled and he might have fallen or slid to the ground. Thankfully, he didn't hear Fuji fall or call out to him. He must have just stood there alone watching him walk away because Tachibana felt Fuji's eyes following him, burning into his back as he quickened his pace.

Fuji didn't say anything. He didn't call out to him or try to stop him from leaving. Maybe he also realized that he was too good for Tachibana.

Tachibana felt hot tears filling his eyes and was walking so fast it was almost a jog. Half of him wanted Fuji to call his name and half of him was afraid if the guy did that he would go back. He was afraid if he did go back what might happen.

Although, he wasn't sure what that would happen if he turned and went back, Tachibana was pretty positive it wouldn't be right. The right thing for him to do when faced with such temptation should be to just walk away now before anyone got hurt. The tears blurred Tachibana's vision and when he was pretty sure no one including Fuji could see him, he quickly and roughly wiped his eyes on his arm before picking up the pace of his run.

He took the long way back to his cabin and washed up for bed as soon as he hit the door. Tachibana silently thanked the gods that he and Fuji weren't sharing a cabin, and he vowed to not be anywhere around the guy again for the rest of this damn camp. If he left Fuji alone, maybe the smaller boy's feelings would fade away, and maybe his own heart and head wouldn't be such a jumbled, confused mess. Maybe he could just put this all behind him and move on. What was that saying, out of sight, out of mind?

They weren't in a cabin together, but he saw Fuji constantly. He heard others talk about him incessantly. And even worse, unceasingly, Tachibana thought about the tensai night and day. All day long he found himself looking for Fuji in the workshops and on the courts and at meals. At night alone, he thought about him in his bunk. When he saw Fuji, he would catch himself constantly staring at the tensai and watching him, but Fuji wouldn't even glance his way.

Every time he thought Fuji didn't give a damn about their kiss or feel anything, the guy would blush slightly and smile shyly when their eyes finally met--and locked. Who the hell had eyes that deep cerulean blue color? For a moment when their eyes met, Tachibana would get lost. He felt like he would either drown or go crazy and what was worse, if Fuji would just smile at him like Tachibana was a stranger. Fuji didn't even seem to care.

He was sure that Fuji and everyone else could see his feelings clearly etched pathetically on his face. Being away from Fuji hurt. Being around Fuji hurt. Not being with Fuji hurt. He didn't know what the hell it all meant. And no matter how he tried to sort his churning emotions, every time he thought he would blurt out his swirling feelings, their eyes would meet and Fuji would look away first. It hurt.

It was not the first time Tachibana had been attracted to a guy. He had always attended all-male schools. His parents sent him away to the top tennis school in Japan and it was men only. Originally he was supposed to live with a great-aunt but right before his first year she took ill. Somehow his parents scraped up the money to let him live in the dorms. At first because he was so young, it was constantly like being at a summer camp and he missed home terribly. Then after a few years it becomes normal. You take things that aren't always normal in other places for granted. You joke around with the guys. You hear things.

You notice that in addition to the guys who are very wealthy or extremely good at tennis, the small, fragile, prettiest boys are also very popular. You don't discuss it ever though, and it's not like Tachibana ever pursued anyone girl or guy before Fuji. No with Fuji, everything was different, more intense, and more painful as he realized that the slight boy might be playing games with him after all.

Or was it that Fuji just didn't like him. It sometimes happened. He was too successful and well-known for his own good sometimes. Tachibana was always popular for tennis. People liked to be around him and liked to say they were his friend. Sometimes guys confessed to him. Sometimes even those pretty, slender, popular boys at school would approach him and confess to him. They would tell him they were in love with him.

But he always nicely turned them down. He didn't really know them and he didn't have the time to explain to someone what he was about. He was mainly about tennis. Sometimes he felt it was all he had going for him. Oh sure, he was attractive and smart but that was nothing special. His abilities in tennis made him special. Tachibana had a reputation for being the best to uphold. That took up most of his spare time and more importantly he was at school to learn and train. His family wasn't wealthy enough to cover up a scandal or send him to another school if things were discovered. Tachibana was sacrificing being away from his family for his goals. He couldn't be distracted with little romances and would never shame his family by letting his heart short-term get in the way of his long-term dreams.

Tachibana always had a roommate and yeah, all right, he and a few guys had experimented. Well not like that. One of the guys in the room next door to him always had pornographic videos he took from his older brother at home. Tachibana and the guys watched it together and the group of them usually ended up jerking off. They did it about every other week or so, but it was always a straight porno--well except for the girls in it kissing each other and stuff.

Watching girls kiss and do stuff like that was not gay. When the guys did that together there were rules. No one touched each other or looked at anything but the television screen. To do so would have been considered gay and bad. Tachibana would have said he was straight--had anyone bothered to ask him or talk about stuff like this. Not that anyone would. Things like that were not discussed. Not even among the wealthy guys--unless it was to make fun of someone and only then if it was someone stupid enough to get caught.

Tachibana had kissed a few girls on group dates with the guys. Even Yasuo, his long-time roommate went on these group dates and had a girlfriend from time to time. Yasuo had gone through more girlfriends and kissed more girls than Tachibana did. Tachibana even had a girlfriend for over a month once. They dated for all of the four or five group dates the ten guys and girls had all been on together. She was nice, and pretty, but his main experiences, the ones he would never admit to a living soul, they had all been with a guy.

He would never tell anyone, but his roommate Yasuo had been his closest friend. You would have never have known any of this had you seen them because they were sort of secret friends. Yasuo came from what Tachibana considered to be a wealthy family, but in comparison to the other students at their school, Yasuo's family was not wealthy enough to make Yasuo popular. He was a consistent tennis player, but really was not someone vital to the team. He was not expected to make it big and was often second or third string. Yasuo made good grades but nothing special, and he was attractive enough and nice enough, but not really memorable.

People often forgot his name after meeting him, and the most remarkable thing about him--the thing most people remembered and seemed most interested in was that Yasuo was Tachibana's roommate.

Tachibana was always very popular. True, he was not wealthy, but his friends all were the elite. They were the best of the best in both wealth and tennis talent. Tachibana was gifted in tennis. Gifted enough and handsome enough to make his poverty status something of an intriguing interest to the wealthy guys--a novelty rather than a drawback. Tachibana was the guy everyone wanted to say was their friend. Everyone including Yasuo.

At least in the beginning. At first, all he and Yasuo had been were acquaintances by proximity. They happened to be assigned a room together. When they first moved in together, right after he started at school, for the most part Tachibana dismissed Yasuo. They really never sat together during meals or on the tennis club trips by bus or plane. As a roommate, Tachibana found Yasuo thoughtful, clean, and responsible. Over time, they did get to know each other. He invited Yasuo out to things with the guys sometimes because he felt bad that the guy was so often on his own studying.

As the years went by he invited him along more and more. Like when the guys watched those porno videos and then later along on some group dates when Tachibana and his closest friends needed a discreet guy to even out the numbers with the girls. Yasuo was always happy to go along. He never said no and was always content with whatever girl he got stuck with too which was great. Even if he landed the one who was a little chubby or too skinny or too shy or too talkative, he never seemed to mind or complain. The girls all liked him too which was even better. Yasuo was good to invite along to things and everyone liked him but otherwise, Tachibana and Yasuo did not hang around together outside of their room.

They had lived together for a while and both of them seemed to discover masturbation around the same time. They never talked about it--ever, but at some point Tachibana noticed he would feel the bunk bed shake late at night and hear Yasuo's breathing start to come harder and then catch as he came. It wasn't hard to figure out what the guy was doing and hearing someone else do it was sort of a turn on. Without discussing it, they started doing it around the same time every night and knew the other was listening. It was better than going down the hall to the toilet and possibly getting caught and made fun of by the guys. Plus for some reason, knowing Yasuo was listening to him too made it even better. An even hotter release. Tachibana didn't know why, just that it did.

It even became a kind of a game or a competition between them. Sometimes Tachibana would see which of them could come first and when that grew old, he would see who could hold out and last the longest. He knew Yasuo was doing the same thing one night when they both had gone on and on for a while. Neither one wanted to be the first to come.

Past the point of caring, Tachibana who tried to be silent let out a small, involuntary groan as he tried to hold himself back and not "lose" their contest. He heard Yasuo gasp and start coming after Tachibana made the noise. After he was sure he won, Tachibana came with him.

It was an incredible orgasm. One of his best and it seemed to last quite a while. They were both breathing hard when they were done like they had run sprints and both of them laughed a little. They said nothing to each other, and soon after Tachibana fell deeply asleep. He woke up a few hours later in the middle of a sexy dream about this singer he thought was hot. As his friends called it, he was "boned up" as if he hadn't touched himself just a few hours before. There was no way in hell he would fall asleep hard like this so without thinking about it, but trying to not wake Yasuo up, he started stroking himself again only to find he was sore as hell from rubbing so much earlier.

Annoyed and not knowing how the hell he was going to sleep now, Tachibana sighed and tried to turn over onto his side quietly. Yasuo must have been awake because he asked softly, "Who were you dreaming about?"

Tachibana flushed. He felt a little annoyed at anyone knowing this much about him, but it was only Yasuo and he wouldn't care that Tachibana was boned up over a dream. Tachibana's friends constantly talked about what girls were hot and who made them boned up. They were young. It was annoying but it happened. As long as it wasn't a guy that made you hard it was cool. "You know that song I like by that hot chick with the curly red hair? Her."

Yasuo answered and Tachibana could hear the smile in his voice, "You lucky bastard! She's hot. I was dreaming about the girl at the curry place, and you get a pop star. It's not fair!"

Tachibana laughed. The girl's family owned a curry place all the guys went to at least once a week. She had stringy hair, bad taste in clothes, and a terrible local accent when she spoke, but she also had a smoking hot body and perfect face.

"She's hot." Tachibana said and then sighed, "I'm never going to fall back asleep."

Yasuo laughed lightly, "So? Take care of it." He yawned.

Tachibana flushed, "Can't." He decided to make this into a joke and laughed, "I think I gave myself blisters earlier--only the opposite of what you did to your hand." Yasuo changed his grip tape the week before and gave himself a terrible case of blisters on his hand which were just now healed. Tachibana had wondered how the hell Yasuo had been able to keep up at night with him with his hand a mess. He figured Yasuo must have switched hands. It wasn't like he was going to ask him though. This was the first time they had talked about anything like this, and the only reason it felt okay now was because it was so late and dark in their room.

"Your lotion burn?" Yasuo asked. "Here, try mine. Catch." He dropped a bottle of something down onto Tachibana's bed. "It didn't hurt my hand at all last week." Tachibana was curious and embarrassed. He never used anything like lotion, although he had tried soap once in the shower only to be painfully surprised when it touched his tip and burned. He just did it dry and thought everyone else did too. When all the guys did it together, no one talked about lotion, but then again he wasn't exactly looking around the room to check out techniques.

He gingerly put a drop on his finger and touched it to where his sensitive swollen skin seemed to be rubbed almost raw. Nothing. No pain. Cool. He put more in his palm and slid his hand over his erection. Damn. This was a million times better than his usual way. "Nice. Thanks. Catch." He tossed the bottle back up with one hand while his other slick hand rubbed his erection.

He realized though after he threw the bottle back up that Yasuo might think he was inviting him to join him or something and flushed.

He heard the cap of the bottle snap open. Yasuo must be putting some on himself. Which for some reason was strangely...hot. Tachibana slipped his hand softly over himself and enjoyed how good it felt, while he wondered why Yasuo doing this too now was such a turn on. They had done it a lot together, so why was it so hot now? Was it because they were acknowledging it for the first time? Tachibana felt sort of uncomfortable and yet his erection throbbed insistently in his hand which had stopped moving because of his uneasy feeling.

Yasuo made it all right though because he said with a laugh, "Hey? Know what would be really hot? Your singer chick and the curry girl...kissing. I mean really going at it. Making out with tongues and stuff."

The image flashed through Tachibana's mind. Like the girls in the porno video he and the guys watched but these girls seemed more real and that was somehow much hotter. "Damn..." He tried to just say it but it came out as more of a moan. "That would be really hot." He had that weird stomach twisting feeling that only happened when he was extremely turned on.

"Mmhmm..." Yasuo sounded caught up in the image too. "So, you want to see who can hold out the longest again...?" It sounded like he was smiling. It was the first time he admitted that it was what they had both been doing and that he had been participating with Tachibana.

Tachibana was embarrassed, but that image of those two girls kissing stuck in his head and made his erection throb more insistently. Yasuo was cool. Tachibana was able to trust him. Hell he had been really cool and he was doing this all along so what the hell? This was like watching a video together and definitively not gay. As long as he thought about those girls kissing, and not kissing Yasuo or something gay like that it was fine. "No. You got me thinking of those girls kissing. Let's see who comes first. For curry."

"You're on." Yasuo laughed in a pleased, throaty way. It sounded lusty and also was a turn on. Was he touching himself as he laughed? Tachibana thought he probably was and struggled to hold the image of those two girls kissing with their tongues in his mind and not replace it with a picture of Yasuo naked right above him beating off. "Hey..." Yasuo's voice sounded husky, "when girls like that kiss, you know, when they both have big boobs, do you think their nipples touch each other?"

Now that was nice to think about. Nipples touching. Not Yasuo's nipples which were small and dark and for some reason always hard, but two girl's nipples touching. Tachibana smiled, "Remember in the porno, when the one girl put her breast in between the other's?" His slick, strong hand was moving of it's own accord now. He was close to coming thinking about what they were talking about, and then he heard Yasuo softly give that quiet gasp that meant any second he would come. Which was even hotter hearing him react and respond.

He wondered if he told Yasuo to come, ordered him to, if he would. Tachibana's back arched at the thought and he fought to hold on. He suddenly wanted to listen to Yasuo rather than be the first to come. Tachibana wasn't sure why. It wasn't that he thought Yasuo was faking but maybe it was something else and what that could be worried him. He felt the bed shaking from both of their efforts and Yasuo gasped again as he came. Tachibana was right behind him and he came even harder than he had before.

And then when they were both done, the silence between them stretched out.

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