The Benefits of Gay Sex

Disclaimer: I do not own Wakato ro Kajimoto. I don't own Prince of Tennis !I don't own anyone!I don't even own this fic! My sick and twisted half drugged tylonol pm induced brain dose! How sad is THAT!?! BUT GOD I WISH I DID!

Pairing: KajimotoxWakato.
RAteing; NC-17
Summary: Wakato makes a mistake. Kajimoto teaches him a lesson.

The sun rained orange down on the street courts of Tokyo, casting numerous shadows and dark places. The air around him cooling significantly as Wakato Hiroshi, The Pretender, began to pack up his tennis equipment and head home. Kajimoto Takahisa, the captain of their tennis club was doing the same, he and Kajimoto had been practicing all day, they were both tired and sweaty. The day had been a good one though, not too hot, not too cold, with a slight breeze that sometimes tipped the scale towards cool.

Wakato looked over at his captain, Kajimoto was bent, retrieving a couple tennis balls. The long muscles of his legs and thighs flexing as he moved and stood back up. Which had to be nothing compared to what he usually did on court. That was one limber motherfucker. Wakato had always enjoyed watching his captain play tennis. He was fascinated by the way he moved, ever movement, even a flick of the wrist was enchanting.

Now he was sure he wasn’t gay. He liked girls. But, looking at Kajimoto he could not for the life of him bring up a single image of a girl in his mind that didn’t flee within seconds. Suddenly Kajimoto was standing next to him. Wakato hadn’t noticed the blue eyed boy move. Which was strange, because he always noticed. “K-kajimoto-san?” He asked looking up from his equipment. Blue eyes like jewels, stared out of a forest of creamy brown, straight down at him. Wakato froze for a moment until Kajimoto spoke. “What? Oh, I was just waiting for you, you were spacing out.” He said, in that cool, calm tone as usual.

“Ah..sorry.” He said with a nervous laugh. He was the Pretender, and he couldn’t even pretend that he hadn’t been staring at Kajimoto’s ass. “Guess I’m just tired eh?” He said with a wry grin as he stood once more. Kajimoto must not have found it funny. For the limber boy was glowering at him. Then the face vanished. Wakato stood there, a bit stunned. What was with his captain? He was all gloomy and evil looking all of the sudden. Wakato looked back at the courts and paused. Over by the Seigaku, he was sure they were Seigaku, only, minus the jerseys, was something he hadn’t expected to see here.

His eyes widened. She was so pretty. She was a bit short, with shoulder length golden hair, the blondest hair he’d ever seen, and bright amber eyes. She looked a bit flat chested though. Yet, her face... he couldn’t seem to look away. “Hey, hey! Kajimoto-san look!” He said and pointed to the pretty blonde. Kajimoto looked over and inwardly grinned. Wakato was surprised when Kajimoto looked at him. “Wakato,” he said. Wakato’s jaw dropped when his captain said; “Wakato...That’s a boy.”

Wakato did a double take. What!?! A boy? No way. Boys were not that cute! Then he realized that was the same “girl” that he’d seen talking to Kajimoto earlier. He didn't much like that boy/girl. And he wasn't really sure why he didn't like him. All he had done was talk to Kajimoto. Wakato almost dropped his tennis racket. Was he jelous? How could, why should he be jelous? It wasn't as if he really did like that kid. Now that he thought about it he really didn't. But...He looked at Kajimoto, who was watching the tennis courts.

He wouldn't lie to himself. Kajimoto was attractive. He'd said it to himself a thousand times. Kajimoto was very pretty, with those bright, blue eyes, and the honey colored hair. With that little flip to it. Before Wakato came back to him, Kajimoto was looking at him, and saying something. Wakato freaked out and looked away. "Huh?" he said. Kajimoto laughed.

So it was true. Wakato did like him. Kajimoto gave a mentaly cheer. He had dreamed of Wakato likeing him for a long time. Kajimto watched the sun rays play fire on those orange locks of hair. "Hey, Wakato." He said. Wakato seemed to jump and look around. "Huh? What is it?" he asked. Wakato could be so cute sometimes, when he wasn't acting like a playboy. Then again, personaly, Kajimoto had always found the orange haired pretender atractive. Not that he would tell Wakato. He was sure Wakato thought he was straight, despite that most playboys were closet gays. Most.

Wakato also showed tell-tale signs of returning his affection. And in if the brown eyed boy had not been so desperate to hide it, he probably wouldn't have noticed, and called himself a food, it a day, and gone home. But he stayed. Curiosity getting the best of him. He had to ask that dangerous question. The one he had forbade himself to ask. But then again, he was Kajimoto, why the hell should he have to hide his feelings? Just because Wakato did. "Are you gay?'

Wakato stood there, like a ice cube he did. He was sure he was in shock. When all bodily functions shut down and mobility is a foreing cencept. "Wh..what?" He asked. Kajimoto sometimes had that abilioty to kill you bodily fuctions, or at least your control over them, in one look. And the way those lavender eyes peirced him was that exact way. Known as the Kajimoto 'Come Hither my Pretty' stare. Wakato managed to shiver under that gaze. "me?..N-no! I mean..not that there is anything wrong with that..." he said, he didn't know what else to say. Wakato began to panic, his heart rate increasing he became desprate.And he said some very stupid.

"I mean i always knew you batted for the other team." Wakato said, and laughed. Kajimoto paused, looking stung. Wakato blinked. Oh shit, he thought. Kajimoto glared at him and snatched up his tennis bag, onto hius shoulder, and started off, looking extremely displeased.

Damn Wakato! Why did he always have to make a joke out of everything?! Couldn't he ever be serious for once? Kajimoto had been trying to start a conversation! That might have lead to him being able to finaly confess to the brown eyed boy! But no! He just HAD to make fun of him! It really pissed him off. Wakato was gay and he knew it! And Wakato had the GAWL, to make fun of HIM!? How dare Wakato! Suddenly a hand on his shirt sleeve stopped him. "Hey!"

What the hell was with this guy?! Asking him if he was gay and then takeing offense like that, and just storm off and leave him in the dark. "Where do you get off huh!?" he said, glareing at Kajimoto as he made the man face him. "Who do you think you are? What, am i supposed to read your fucking mind?!" He was angry. He was hurt. He shouldn't take it out on Kajimoto. Kajimoto just stood there and stared at him, like a deer in the headlights. Wakato took this as his chance to shove Kajimoto, mistake number one, and run off, mistake number two.

Kajimoto just stared as Wakato ran off. What the hell? Wakato had started this! Kajimoto hadn't been THIS mad for a long time. He stood there, basked in orange glow, seething with rage. He should be this mad. He shouldn't. It wasn't right. But he could not stop himself from promising that Wakato would pay. And would pay dearly. And in some sick twisted combination, some deformed melding of his feelings for Wakato and his plan for vengence, he set his goal. His goal was, if Wakato was so cool with him being gay, he'd show him. Wakato didn't know shit.

Wakato sighed and pressed his forhead against the laced wire of the fenceing around the shadowed courts. How long he had been standing here he didn't know anymore. Had ti have been a while. It was dark now. Everything was dark, save for what the full moon in her luminescent glory lit. His chocolate eyes searched the darkness beyond the gates halfheartedly. And for what he did not know. God, he'd messed up so bad. He should nto have blown up at Kajimoto like that. Why had he? Why ahd he been so damn defensive?

Cause you're gay you dumb shit, and you know it. He thought glumly to himself. And he couldn't admit it, even to himself. He was such and idiot!. He should not have run away like that! Now Kajimoto was surely hurt. "I love you..." He whispered to the breeze. "Kajimoto..."

Kajimoto stood dead in the night breeze. Had he heard right? He'd been stalking along in the shadows. Hell bent on terrorizing Wakato. Molesting him a bit, just to scare him. But as he stood there, for a moment he thought the orange haired boy had spyed him creeping about. But his mind registered the other three words aformentioned boy had uttered. Kajimoto's breath caught in his throat. Was it true? Was it? Suddenly, it began to make sense through the blinding anger. He peiced together the fragments of Wakato's eratic behavior and came up with. Wakato was in love...with him.

"Wakato-kun..." He said. Wakatop tensed up tighter than the cords on his tennis racket.Then turned frightened brown eyes on him. Kajimoto didn't want to see that look on Wakato's face.He couldn't...

Wakato heard Kajimoto's voice and tried to turn around. He had to apologize. He had to do something. Kajimoto must be pissed at him."Kajimo-"Wakato stopped, as smooth, gentle hands pressed flat on his back, soothing the tension there with the warmth fromthem. "Wakato.." kajimoto whispered, into his ear. Wakato gasped, the feeling of Kajimoto's warm breath brushing against his ear and cheek as smooth, silken lips caressed the shell of his ear, causeing chills to run up his spine. "Uhn...Ka-Kajimoto..what are you doing?" He asked,nervous as hell.

This was Kajimoto he was with, here in the park. In the dark, hidden in the shadows, moonlight all around but never touching them. "Shut up." Kajimoto whispered into his ear, his lip capturing the lobe and sucking it into that warm mouth. Wakato gasped, girl's weren't this good. Wakato half wanted to know if it was because A man who what felt good to a man...but thought was quickly dieing as those lips left his ear to tease te sensitive flesh just behind his jaw. It sudden;y wasn't as cold out here as it had been. Kajimoto's hands moved, those flexible arms snakeing their way around their captive's torso, to wrap themselves around his waist and torso, as KAjimoto's lips, god love them, moved down that long muscle of his neck, teeth just barely grazeing the skin.

"Ahhh...Kajimoto..." Wakato hissed softly as Kajimoto's teeth sank into the tender flesh that joined his shoulder to his neck. "Nhh..No...we're...in..p-public.." Wakato said. Even Wakato had a sense of morality. But where was it written that Kajimoto had to. "Hmm...Yes..you'r right.." Kajimoto whispered and spun him around and grabbed his wrist. "W'h..hey! K-kaji!!" He cried as he was yanked through the darkness and down the steps into further darkness. Into the walkway, where no one went this time of night. Shadow consumed them as KAjimoto thrust him against the cold stone. What was with this guy and walls!?

He could feel the chill of the stone wall seeping into his tennis clothes in the cold night. he shuddered, not onyl from the cold, and not nearly as much as from Kajimoto's teeth, nipping at that muscle again. "Ah!...Kajimoto...stop..dammit.." Wakato said, But Kajimoto's hands were already makeing their way up his light shirt. "Shut up...." In a way Kajimoto was getting his vengence. but this way no one really got hurt. And his true vengence would be teaseing the hell otu of Wakato later. "No..K-" A deep throat rumble stopped him. His eyes widened. Was Kajimoto...growling at him? Wakato found that very arousing, and wished he didn't. And Kajimoto growling did not brook arguement. And he could not deny that he wanted this. God..the thigns Kajimoto could do with his tongue.

And his teeth. Oh GOD, his teeth. He remembered them as they sought otu his jaw and then his collarbone. Nipping all the way, leaving little marks. Wakato felt a little dissapointed. Kajimoto hadn't kissed him once. Was he still mad? Somethign warm and wet touched that dip at the base of his neck and he shudder. "Ah.." He gasped. Said wet. warm muscle ran it course in rapid fire motion up to his ear. Where in his traced the lineing on his ear teasingly, causeing Wakato to mewl in protest of being teased so. Kajimoto chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that liked to have driven the brown eyed boy wild.

When Kajimoto's eyes locked with his. Wakato was lost in a see of lavender-blue. Had he not had some smidgen of masculinity left, his knees would have went right there. "Kaji.." Wakato whispered. Kajimoto brought one hand up, cupping the boy's cheek as he gazed lovingly into his eyes. Thinking, how could he have ever wanted to hurt him...Wakato was just an idiot sometimes. Kajimoto understood that now." I told you to shut up..." He said, and smiled softly, almost evily. Which was never a good thing. "What...?"Wakato asked. What in the hell was Kajimoto doing? "What are you up to?"

Kajimoto's eyes darkened considerably, his thumb caressed Wakato's cheek lovingly, his lips govering over Wakato's. For some reason, he felt like showing his darker side. "I'm about to fuck you up against this wall...what do you think.." He whispered seductivly. Wakato gasped, what else could he do. He also groaned. He couldn't help it. Oh god what was Kajimoto doing to him. Suddenly Kajimoto's lips met his in a feirce, all consumeing kiss. His captain's hands gripped his narrow hips, figners digging into the soft skin through the fabric ad Kajimoto hauled the pretender off his feet , against him, crushing their bodies together in heated passion.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god! Wakato felt as if his entire body was on fire. Melting in the heat that was Kajimoto. The body and mind devouring heat that was his captain, his lover. He moaned feverishly into the kiss and parted his lips obediantly as Kajimoto's tongue found time in the kiss to make it's way into his mouth., in fact Kajimoto wasted no time in devouring the boy's mouth , ravageing every inch of of that hot cavern he'd so dreamed of. His tongue slid over the boy's teeth, tangleing with Wakato's own tongue as his hands shoved Wakato back against the cold stone, his hands feverishly working at the buttons of the orange haired pretender's shirt. Wakato was forced to help when one of the buttons clattered to the floor, in order to prevent the rest from following. The shirt left his body as if fleeing a hurricane sure to come.

The nightair meant nothing to him as Kajimoto's hands ravaged his body as his tongue did his mouth. Heat was all he felt. His, Kajimoto's. Glorious wonderfull warmth that consumed his soul, and ate him alive. Those deft fingers traced the curvs and lineings of his muscles.Memorizing every icnh of him. Right down to his soft pink nipples, with which Kajimoto showed no mercy. His fingers, his fingerNAILS pinched and rubbed and massaged them. Eliciting deep throated moans and whimpers from the boy beneath him. Soft cries of pleasure, with that hint of pain. Just enoughto give Wakato a thrill and highten his pleasure.

Kajimoto's lips left his, as Wakato panted, and gasped for air. Clutching after it for life. His lungs and chest heaved with the foort for air. Kajimoto's pants were warm bursts of breath against his neck as his hand abandoned his nipples and aimed for his pants, unzipping them, and unbuttoned his shorts, before hooking his finger into the belkt loops. Kajimoto gripped those loops and abrupt exposer to fucking cold air, brought Wakato's attention to fact that he was naked, and damn hard. He groaned and cried out as the cold air assaulted him. Kajimoto smirked, kneeling in front of Wakato, pulling said shorts down further, around Wakato's ankles. His hands left the boy's short and went to his hips.

Ok, maybe being gay wasn't so bad. Wakato looked down, and brown met blue. "Oh sh-"he didn't finish as KAjimoto's warm breath cascaded over his erection in waves, still panting. Wakato groaned and threaded his fingers into honey brown locks. "OPh god yessss....." He hissed softly. Pleading Kajimoto not to stop. Kajimoto oblidged and supple lips encased the head of his member in wet warmth. "Fuck!" Wakato gasped and gripped Kajimoto's scalp, but not his hair. He didn't want to hurt Kajimoto. Girls were definately not this good. Kajimoto's skillfull tongue worked the sensitive underside of his erection with grace and force only Kajimoto could have. Meanwhile Kajimoto was delighting in the sounds he was able to get from the pretender. For once Seeing the playboy so submissive and overwhelmed, Kajimoto could not deny the sense of power he felt in that knowledge. The knowlege that he had Wakato in the palm of his hands.

Wakato growled in protest when Kajimoto pulled away and tapped his knee. "Spread your legs a bit." he said. Wakato felt himself go red for the first time that night. "What?" he asked. Kajimoto couldn't help but smirk. Wakato, the playboy, blushing. But he wasn't here to humiliate Wakato. He was here to teach Wakato the perks of gay sex. (And Absurd amounts of POT.)

"Just do it." he said. Wakato obeyed, grumbleing and did as he was told. Then it dawned on him. "Now..wait a minute here!" he cried. "Why do i have to be on bottom?! Why can't-" Wakato shut up immeadiatly. Kajimoto was giving him that look again. "Because, i have more experience than you do, and i do not feel like not being able to walk for three days because you messed up." He said coldly. Wakato gulped.He scoffed then. "Fine.." Wakato let out a cry as he was yanked downwards, he caugh himself on the wall. "What the hell?!" he gasped. Kajimoto blushed. "I'm just takeing off your shoes.." Wakato growled, and threw his shoes from him. "There! Just get on with i-holyshi-!!" Wakato shouted as Kajimoto suddenly took him all the way into his mouth.

Wakato cried out softly. "Oh god...Kaji..ahh!" He panted. His fingernaisl scrapeing against the stone as his knees bent, quivering in the cold air. He was so going to get Kajimoto for this...so bad. Wakato's eyes snapped open as he felt soemthing slick working it's way into him. he tensed up, racket strong tight again, before Kajimoto amde some manuver with his tongue that made his go lax, like jello. That finger, he was sur eof what it was now, worked it's way in him, squirming, and brushing against his sensitive insides. "Ah...ahh..nh..Kaji.N!" He moaned as another finger was added, he forced himself to relax, haveing gotten the message. "Damn you..you tease..just..put it in...!" he growled softly, Kajimoto stopped sucking on him for a minute. If i do it'll hurt like hell.." he said.

Wakato growled in despair. "I don't car.e.just..do it!" he panted. Kajimotostood up, shirtopen and hanging off his elbows. "brace yourself against the wall." he ordered. Wakato did, pushing against the wall. Kajimoto grabbed him by the knees and pulled suggestivly. Wakato wrapped his knees around KAjimoto's waist as Kajimoto held him against the wall by his hips. Kajimoto kisse and nipped at Wakato's neck befor ekissing Wakato, and covering his mouth with his own, as Kajimoto pressed the head of his erect member against Wakato's prepared opening. Wakato would have cried out if Kajimoto's lips weren't attached to his, as the blue eyed captain's thick head slid past his entrance. Good lord..it was agony...Wakato felt tears stinging his eyes. He hadn't even been aware KAjimoto wasn't kssing him anymore.
Not untill those lips brushed his ear, whispering soft ressurances into him. "Just relax baby...it's alright.." Kajimoto whispered. Wakato gripped his lover's shoulders, in a death lock. "Nhhh...Kaji...it burns...dammit.." he hissed. Kajimoto's delicate, deft , strong fingers teasedthe slit of his cock. The pain ebbed. "Oh god..a..again!" Wakato hissed. Kajimoto repeated the geasture, and soon had Wakato's mind a puddle of jello. The honeyblonde wrapped his figners around the member , rubbing his thumb over the slit, smearing the precum there. Wakato moaned and gasped.Suddenly Wakato squirmed, indicateing it would be ok to move. Slowly, he did. He began to move very slowly.

Wakato bit his lip. "I..it..still hurts..." He whimpered. Kajimoto kissed him passionately. "Shh.." Wakato gasped. "move..faster...too..slow.." He panted. Kajimoto nodded. Stay at the same pace wasn't going to help at all. And his workings on the other boy's erection did wonders to eb the pain. Kajimoto worked a while before Wakato began to squirm against him. Kajimoto had to abandon his lover's penis in order to take up a faster pace. He pulled out a bit , then all the way and let Wakato get down. "turn around, put your hands on the wall." he said. Wakato did. Kajimoto made him spread his legs again. The brown eyed boy cried out again as his captain entered him again.

Kajimoto's pace exceded that of his previous as he thrust into the orange haired boy beneath him. "Ahh..god..Kaji...harder!" Wakato begged. Kajimoto didn't mjch mind the nickname. It was kind of cute. Kajimoto oblidged and penetrated the boy harder, increasing speed as well as momentum. Soon Wakato was all but screaming his name. "Oh g..kaji...ahh..kaji..uhhhhh!" The sounds Wakato made were absolutely melting. "Wakato....oh..god.." he found himself grunting. His eyes half open, as he pounded his freind into the wall. Wakato's own brown eyes were closed in blissas he cried out repeatedly. His arms against the wall, sweat glistening over his bare skin, pooling in the small of his back. Kajimoto glared down at the offending liquid and bent over, being limber again and never stopped his pace, to lick up the droplets. Salt stung his mouth, pleasurable though.

Finaly Kajimoto reached around to grasp his lover's erected shaft once again and jerk it in time with his thrusts, or well, almost. Wakato ket out a cry that he was sure scared nearby animals, as pent up seed released itself into Kajimoto's hand. Wakato's body shuddered and tensed up. Tightening around the lavender eyed captain's cock. Kajimoto cried out softly as well, moaning as he gripped Wakato's hips in an almost death grip, the friction and aded pressure sending him over the edge fast. Kajimoto managed a moment of clarity to pull out of Wakato, and get his teammates shorts on, and his own zipped, before they collapsed in a pile of sweaty male gay sticky mess. Kajimoto wrapped his arms around the copy player lovingly.

"We....shoud...go home.."Kajimoto suggested, after haveing basked in the shadows for a while. Wakato nodded, and KAjimoto got up first, and retreived Wakato's shirt, helps him gets his shoes back on, and shirt buttoned up before heaving the boy to his feet. "Owie..." Wakato pouted. Kajimoto rolled his eyes. " Har har." he said and held Wakato close for a long, lingering kiss. One they hadn't shared yet. "I love you too..Wakato.." he whispered. Wakato smiled up at his lover. And soon Kajimoto would learn that...The Pretender's abilities were not limited to tennis alone...