Possibilities

Title: Possibilities
Author: kayue
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Yaoi, humor, romance
Pairing/Characters: Ryoma x Fuji
Notes: I have no idea how old they are, imagine what you like.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don\'t any of these characters.

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“Go on into my room, Echizen. I’ll get us something to drink,” said Shusuke Fuji over his shoulder, walking to the kitchen. “My sister’s out of town so we can be as loud, and long, as we like,” he continued with a wicked chuckle.

Echizen Ryoma had certainly been in his sempai’s room before, but he’d never had the time to really look at it. He’d usually had other things in his mind. There were not many furnishings besides the bed and nightstand, just a dresser and a desk with swivel chair.

Ryoma sat in the chair and spun himself around. Hmm, this had possibilities… He faced the desk. Upon it were only a few items. A cactus plant, flanked by a photograph of Fuji’s brother, Yuuta. ‘Che’, thought Ryoma. A camera. And a roll of bright blue grip tape. His usual smirk widened into an enterprising grin.

When Fuji returned to the room with two cans of Echizen’s favorite Ponta, he found the boy slouched in his chair twirling the roll of tape around his finger.

“Ne, sempai. Want to play a game?”

Shusuke Fuji smiled and placed the cans of Ponta on his desk. “Certainly, Echizen,” He reached for the tape, which was abruptly moved out of his reach.

“Oi, Fuji-sempai! This was MY idea.”

Fuji froze. His usually sleepy eyes widening so slices of electric blue appeared. Ryoma had never been this aggressive before. It was… interesting.

Fuji’s lightning fast mind considered the possibilities. Echizen was both smaller and less strong than he. Besides the boy would never, could never, actually hurt *him*. Still…

He looked down into Ryoma’s slightly pouting face and sighed. “What do you have in mind?” he asked cautiously.

Ryoma smiled and stood. “Have a seat.” He patted the chair, turning his face away from Fuji as the older boy sat. It wouldn’t do to have Fuji see the smile on his face turn devilish.

Just the chair? And fully clothed? Fuji relaxed. Only to tense up as Ryoma wound some of the tape snugly around his wrists and the arms of the chair, securing him to it. It was good tape, thin but strong, textured rough and slightly tacky. Fuji tested his bindings and found them comfortable, if tight. And unbreakable.

“Relax sempai. I won’t do anything to you that you wouldn’t do you me,” Ryoma smirked.

Somehow Fuji found Ryoma’s words were less than reassuring.

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Ryoma stood, watching as Fuji took a slow, calming breath that returned his face to its usual sleepy-eyed, half-smiling state.

‘Saa’, Ryoma thought. ‘This won’t do at all’. He briskly undid the fastenings to Fuji’s school uniform, spreading wide the black jacket & crisp white shirt to reveal pale, seemingly delicate skin. Everything about Fuji Shusuke was deceptive.

Ryoma dropped to his knees between Fuji’s legs and continued on, unzipping his sempai’s pants to expose an only half-erect member. Ryoma lifted it out, gently squeezing as he cocked a questioning eyebrow at Fuji.

“Mada, mada da…!” Fuji’s mocking comment suddenly choked off as Ryoma swooped down, engulfing him in flurry of licks and nips and bites that had the tensai throwing his head back, biting his lip until it bled, and gripping the arms of the chair until the tips of his fingers were numb

The rooms filled with sounds of slurps and groans and pants and squeaks as the chair rocked back and forth. Not that Fuji heard any of it, his head was flooded with a blinding white roar that finally exploded in a silent *POP*

The *pop* echoed in his ears along with a *click*. Fuji pried his eyes open enough to see Ryoma put down his camera and take a long drink from the neglected Ponta. Ryoma gave a satisfied sigh then used the sleeve of his still impeccable uniform to wipe away traces of the soft drink, and other fluids, from the sides of his mouth.

‘I’ll have to confiscate the film later’, Fuji’s thought trailed away as Ryoma leaned over him, licking away the blood from his lip before giving him a tonsil cleaning kiss. Fuji could taste the cool, sweet flavor of Ponta and warm, salty flavor of himself along with the slightly metallic tang of blood even after the boy lifted his head.

Fuji smiled sleepily as he watched Ryoma lean back on the desk and take another drink. “Untie me and I’ll take care of that”, he nodded towards the bulge in Ryoma’s pants.

“Yaaaa da!” came the slow mocking reply. “I’m not done yet.”

The boy’s smirk turned to a fierce grin as Fuji’s bright blue eyes reappeared when Ryoma again picked up the roll of tape.

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Fuji’s eyes widened even more as Ryoma tore off little pieces of the blue grip tape and wrapped them around the fingers of his right hand. ‘What does he have in mind?’ he wondered. He found out as Ryoma ran one blue finger across his testicles. The slightly tacky tape pulled at his skin like dozens of tiny tentacles. He arched his back involuntarily reaching for that touch. Ryoma chuckled and climbed onto Fuji’s lap, straddling him.

“You have quite an imagination, Ryoma-chan,” teased Fuji shakily as rough cloth of Ryoma\'s trousers rubbed against his exposed penis. “But, you forgot to take off your pants,” He could feel the younger boy’s own erection pulsing against him behind the barrier of cloth.

Ryoma rocked his hips deliberately, silencing the tensai. \"You\'re the one who taught me that anticipation makes the victory sweeter.\" He tore off another length of tape with his teeth and leaned over Fuji. “And you’re also the one who taught me that lack of sight heightens sensation,” he murmured. Ryoma’s dark gold eyes were the last thing that Fuji saw as he was blindfolded. “Remember \'sensei\'?” Ryoma breathed into his ear. Fuji shivered.

Fuji couldn’t stop trembling, caught between the darkness and his own senses. Lips closed around his earlobe, sucking it gently, teasing it with a soft tongue. A line of wetness was drawn across his jaw line, sharp teeth nipping his chin, before continuing on to plunder his other ear. Fingers stroked alongside his ribs, tweaking his nipples. One side smooth and one side rough.

The mouth withdrew from his ear and continued down his neck, teasing the pulse beating heavily under his skin. There was a small ripping sound and something looped around his neck, trapping the pulse beneath it. The slight constriction magnifying the pounding in his heart and in his head. “Too, tight?” Fuji shook his head wordlessly. Ryoma chuckled and wound a couple more loops of tape around Fuji’s torso.

“I never taught you this,” Fuji said hoarsely.

“Sure that’s not too tight?” Ryoma touched his neck with gentle fingers.

“I’m f-fine,” Fuji cleared his throat. “Fine. But where did you learn this trick?” he persisted.

“Ahh, jealous?” Fuji heard the smirk in Ryoma’s voice and frowned slightly. It was hard to feign disinterest tied up like he was but he couldn’t let that pass. “Not really, I’m just wondering who I’ll have to *thank*.”

The fingers on his neck froze. Fuji forced his lips to turn up in a parody of his customary smile, and continued in a light voice. “Tezuka? Momo? Doesn’t seem to be their style. Inui, maybe? He’s always ‘experimenting.’” The last word was a snarl.

“No, nothing like that!” Ryoma assured him hastily. “My old man just has some very interesting magazines hidden around the house. I’m not into the women, but the poses gave me some ideas.”

Silence. Then Fuji felt Ryoma lay his face next to his and ask in a small voice. “Ne, Shusuke, did you really think that I’d cheat on you?”

Shusuke wished his hands were free so that he could embrace the younger boy, instead laying a soft kiss on Ryoma’s cheek, he whispered, “Kesshite.” (Never)

“Now finish what you started, Ryoma.”

Ryoma voice trembled a bit as he teased, “Giving orders in your position, sempai?” But he obeyed, deliberately grinding his clothed hips against Shusuke’s before climbing off his lap.

Shusuke heard Ryoma rummage through the nightstand. He shifted in the chair, feeling the grip tape pull at his skin of his chest, tightening slightly around his neck whenever he took a deep breath. It didn’t hurt. It was just a little uncomfortable. And thrilling. It reminded him that he was at the dubious mercy of his young lover. He wondered what further treats Ryoma had in store for him. He was surprised, and a little disappointed, when Ryoma abruptly knelt and yanked off his pants and house slippers.

‘On to the main event already?’ Shusuke thought. Only to gasp as Ryoma lifted right foot and nipped his sensitive instep. He felt the tape being wound around the ball of his foot. A kiss on the ankle and a twist of tape. Licks and bites led the way as the grip tape slowly snaked up his leg.

‘Control, control,’ Shusuke chanted silently. ‘Don’t show any weakness.’ Ryoma sucked the tender skin between his legs. ‘Screw control!’

“Hurry or I’m going to explode,” Shusuke growled out between clenched teeth.

“Ehh? We can’t have that, can we?” Ryoma deftly wound the tape around the stalk of Shusuke’s erection, leaving only the head free. The improvised cock ring had Shusuke trapped, teetering on the edge. Distantly he heard the *click* of the camera.

“Kawaii.” The black uniform jacket framed tensai\'s slender body. Perspiration had given a slight glow to his skin, highlighting the muscles that were usually hidden. And the bright blue of the grip tape accented all that exposed skin. It was a beautiful picture.

Ryoma saw his hands shake as he placed the camera and roll of tape on Shusuke’s flat stomach. He felt the throbbing of his own erection, but didn’t want to give into the feeling. He didn’t want the game to end yet. Who knew when, if ever, Shusuke would allow himself to be topped like this again. He took another drink of Ponta, and breathed deeply. He watched as Shusuke’s desperate gasps slowed. They both knew of the many possible ways to regain the upper hand in a match but Shusuke was more experienced than he, in more ways than one. Ryoma wanted, needed, to impress himself on his lover.

He put the drink down. It was time for the final step.

Shusuke felt his left leg being lifted over Ryoma shoulder and shuddered in relief. He felt the camera still on his stomach pinned between his body and leg and briefly wondered why Ryoma hadn’t put it away, but all thought fled his mind when first one, then two fingers covered in cool lubricant entered him. His right foot flexed reaching for the floor, and pulled on the grip tape leading to his erection. It felt like another hand tugging on him. “Uhh!” He heard Ryoma chuckle as the fingers left, then the blessed sound of a zipper opening.

He felt Ryoma pause at the entrance to his body, then push his way slowly, inexorably inwards. Never stopping until he was buried deep inside. Ryoma laid his forehead against Shusuke’s and sighed when Shusuke wrapped his right leg around Ryoma’s waist, knotting the two lovers together.

Ryoma rocked his hips against Shusuke gently. Almost too gently. After a bit, Shusuke gasped, “Good thing you’re so short.” And was rewarded with a wicked jab that him biting his lip again.

“Saa, you like that?” Ryoma’s athletic young arms lifted Shusuke’s hips off the chair as he thrust again. He slid a glance sideways to the picture on the desk. “Ne, Shusuke, it looks like your brother is watching us.” He felt Shusuke’s body tighten at the thought and grew angry.

“Would you like that, Shusuke? Would you like Yuuta watching us? Maybe you’d rather have Yuuta here than me?” Each question was punctuated by a savage thrust that was echoed by a stab to his heart. Even the silent shakes of Shusuke’s head didn’t placate Ryoma. “Well, Yuuta’s not here, I am,” He leaned into the body below him and ripped off the tape covering Shusuke’s eyes and cried again, “I am!”

Shusuke blinked up into the shimmering golden eyes above him. Each of Ryoma blows had struck the sweet spot in his body and he could barely form a coherent thought. But he knew that his lover was in distress.

“Ryoma!!” Shusuke lunged upwards, sinking his teeth into Ryoma lower lip and squeezing his muscular legs as tightly as he could around his lover. He felt the hot gush of liquid flood into his body at the same time as hot blood entered his mouth. He broke free from the kiss.

“Ryoma!” This was a whining demand that had his Ryoma pulling on the tape roll, releasing his cock and allowed him to come at long last. He barely heard the final *click* of the camera that captured his face at the moment.

“Ryoma,” the last was a fluttering sigh as he loosened his legs and freed his captor.

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Echizen Ryoma slid down limply to lie spread-eagled and panting on the floor. He somehow managed to maintain his hold on the camera in his left hand, but the half-empty roll of grip tape in his right slipped out, rolling away until it hit the discarded black trousers of his lover.

Fuji Shusuke tried to blink the stars out of his eyes and assess his situation. He hung half-way off his desk chair and his body was mass of assorted aches. His wrists were red from being bound to the chair’s arms. His shoulders were sore from his awkward position, and there were numerous friction marks all over his body left from where pieces of grip tape had been applied, and then hastily removed.

Still he felt remarkably good. He levered himself back up into the chair, wincing as his bottom hit the seat. I’m going to have to get a new cushion, he thought fuzzily. He prodded his lover with a toe.

“Echizen,” Fuji was surprised at how hoarse his voice was. “Echizen, wake up. You’re supposed to be home in an hour, and you still have to clean up this mess.”

“Ngh…” Huge gold eyes blinked at the late afternoon sun. “H-hai.” Too satisfied to argue, Ryoma rolled over, groaning as he stood up, then staggered out of the bedroom without bothering to close up his pants.

Fuji sighed and leaned back into the chair. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to try to play seme to his uke. He hadn’t thought it possible any more. Still his brat of a kouhai had managed it. Ryoma was nothing if not daring. And resourceful. Fuji was going to have to buy more of his favorite grip tape.

Ryoma returned with a damp washcloth. Uniform neat and face washed, he still looked like a grade-schooler. Silently, he released Fuji from his bonds then knelt to clean him up.

Fuji grabbed the second Ponta from his desk, opened it and took a deep drink. It was no long cold, but he didn’t care. Fuji didn’t like sweet drinks anyway. He only kept them in his fridge for Ryoma.

He had a thought. “Ryoma,” Fuji hesitated, then continued. “You aren’t afraid of me?”

“Betsuni,” the younger boy didn’t look up from his task of picking off pieces of bright blue tape off his sempai’s pale skin. The contrast was rather pretty, but Ryoma didn’t think that Fuji would appreciate it being left on.

Fuji winced as a piece was removed from a rather delicate spot. “Most people don’t like to make me angry, you know.”

“Ehh…. But you’re not angry are you, Fuji-sempai? ‘Sides, you don’t really hurt the people you like, do you?” Ryoma paused. “Not permanently anyway. There, all done.” Ryoma laid a kiss on particularly red spot, and stood.

Fuji looked up into the bright gold eyes of his lover, almost in wonder. Then smiled. “No I guess I don’t hurt… permanently.”

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Postscript:

Echizen Ryoma hid the roll of film that he had taken of Fuji in bondage in his room. It didn’t hurt to have insurance.

Fuji Shusuke just laughed when discovered the film gone. He had plenty of pictures of Ryoma… and planned to take many more.

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Next chapter: Inui\'s observations the day after...

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Author\'s notes: This is the compiled version of a fic that I wrote for a LiveJournal community.
The rest of the chapters are PG-R rated reactions to the happenings in this fic. Mostly humor.

This is my first posting on AFF... (my first fanfics actually), so if something is wrong, plmk.
Comments & criticism greatly appreciated.