Birthday Gifts

Title: Birthday gifts
Pairing: RuHanaRu
Rating: ?
Summary: A day to remember; a special gift.
Notes: Sexual innuendo or it’s just me?

Hanamichi had big hopes for his birthday; he made sure everybody knew which day the tensai was born. He expected many birthday wishes and the most important thing of all, birthday gifts! This year, not only from his friends, but his teammates, too. The most anticipated gift of all was from Haruko-chan. He couldn’t wait. Today was going to be a magnificent day appropriate for a tensai, he thought.
He arrived at school early; anticipation got the better of him. He sang to himself the ‘Ore wa tensai’ song and because he didn’t have anything better to do; he decided to go to the gymnasium for a quick morning practice. He heard the sound of a ball hitting the parquet, who would have been practicing this early in… He didn’t even need to finish the thought, he already knew. He didn’t want to see Rukawa’s face first thing in the morning, especially not today when he was in a too good of a mood to let it go to waste. He lingered before the door, not wanting to go in. Remembering that he was the tensai and this was his day, he wouldn’t let the kitsune ruin it, he scolded himself. If he wanted to play, he would play. He opened the door with force and as he thought Rukawa was in there.
He went to grab a ball and started shooting at the basket while trying to ignore Rukawa, but he rarely ever succeeded. There was just something about him that he couldn’t let go. Rukawa irritated him; every time they were in the same room he couldn’t help but start a fight with him. Today was no exception.

“Hey baka kitsune, you could at least greet the tensai when he enters the room.” He continued to play undisturbed, as if he didn’t just address him. And people wondered why they always fight, if the kitsune had a minimum of common sense they wouldn’t be in this situation. Why does he have to ignore him everyday? His temper was rising to the point of no return.
“Hey, kitsune, I‘m talking to you! You know what day it is? The day the tensai was born, you could at least congratulate me, the guy that will bring us to the nationals!” He still got no response. He really hated the guy. He went to him trying to steal the ball from him, so he would at least listen to him while he was talking. It proved to be more difficult that he thought. He was sure Rukawa was mocking him; he stripped off his uniform jacket and prepared for a fight. They ended up playing all morning completely forgetting anything else. When the teacher banned them from the court, they went to the nearest playground. Today, he was going to win finally. He could anticipate the moment, just lurking nearby waiting for an opportunity to strike.

He would have the pleasure to see his defeated face, and he’s gonna be the one put it there. He was trembling from the excitement. He could feel every nerve of his body spasm to the limit, senses sharpened and ready to attack.
Both were panting by now, he was sure he had the stamina to last until the end, until the final victory. Rukawa’s eyes never left his; this is how he liked it best. Having all his attention directed to him. In the corner of his mind, an irritating voice pointed out that it only happened on the court when they were facing each other. He was going to beat him and then Rukawa would have to chase him, not the other way around. Rukawa would have to train to the point of exhaustion, only to be unable to reach him. Hanamichi would be unreachable.
Rukawa was tired. He could feel it; just a little more and the victory would be his. He could see the sweat running down his chin falling steadily on the ground. Drop by drop, slowly, steadily. Rukawa could not ignore him anymore. He could hear his heartbeat running wild, but Rukawa’s must be too; pumping more and more blood so he could continue the battle, a battle that had started ever since the beginning and would continue on even afterwards. A battle for the supremacy of the ball, being able to manipulate it as they see fit.
On the corner of Rukawa’s thin lips, he could see saliva forming, Rukawa licked it away with the tip of his tongue; he shivered at the sight knowing that Rukawa was reaching his limit. Warmth spread from his body, the energy flowing through his veins, his muscle contracting with the anticipation of the move, which would bring him to the long awaited victory. He could feel the shape of his hard ball in his hands; he squeezed it tighter while Rukawa’s body was pressed behind him, pressing hard into him. He could feel Rukawa’s breath on him, shallower, exhausted, but he knew he couldn’t let his guard down or Rukawa would take him, take the opportunity to reach for his ball. He wouldn’t give him the chance. Rukawa was pressed closer to him, their sweet breaths mingling. Rukawa’s hand was on his back pinning him down, not giving him space to move. His body was hot from the exertion. The fire between them got stronger then ever. Rukawa’s other hand was trying to reach for his ball, he wouldn’t let him have it. “Mine,” Rukawa whispered in his ear, but he tried to forget it, he wasn’t about to give in to his desire; a desire to crush and burn him, not yet. Rukawa’s body pressed even closer almost making it a fault, but he didn’t care. He would win anyway. Rukawa’s hand on his back was holding him tighter. He tried to make some feints but they ended up being pressed closer together, both of them not giving the other any opportunities for score. He could feel Rukawa want for it, to score that is, but he was just as determined to succeed. He’d wanted it for a long time. They danced around each other, knowing each other moves, because they’ve done it with each other so many times, knowing everything there was to know. Rukawa’s hand firmly caressed his back, letting him know he was there and ready, ready to take him anytime he wanted. He felt his blood pressure rise at the challenge. This day, he’ll make Rukawa kneel at his feet and beg for him. He’ll make Rukawa worship him. Rukawa kept bumping into him from time to time, making him feel his hard body that was well toned from years of practice. He pressed his body into Rukawa’s making him know he had practice too. His body was as hard and ready for action. Rukawa’s long fingers pressed into his skin leaving marks behind. He couldn’t find an opening, but Rukawa couldn’t either. He felt trapped and exposed for a moment as he tried to search for an exit. Rukawa’s hand was burning him with his touch, his mind was led by instincts alone. This was the first time for him, to be so carried away by his feelings. Rukawa’s leg reached between his, making him change positions, Rukawa was insistent and looked wildly out of control, like he couldn’t wait for it any longer, his grip on him tightened. Hanamichi couldn’t think it was possible, but Rukawa’s fingers drew blood from him. He could feel himself leaking, precious drops that were coloring his shorts. His mind grew numb feeling the moment approaching, their breaths become more erratic, without control, like their heartbeats. He could almost feel Rukawa’s feelings then, his eternal quest for perfection. Rukawa wanted all of him, so he gave him all that he got. He pushed him back hard, the only way he could gain a chance. He ran for it, jumped high in the sky. Rukawa was behind him pressing into him even then, when he could feel himself reach for the goal in front of him. He pushed the ball inside, feeling the explosions of his senses as he succeeded. Hanamichi fell onto the ground and Rukawa fell on him. Pinning him down under him making him feel the strength of his body again. Their bodies were pressed together, already familiar with each other. He was exhausted, couldn’t bring himself to push Rukawa away. Rukawa’s breath was caressing his skin, as was his body. His dry mouth was pressed against Hanamichi’s skin, for a moment he thought that Rukawa was drinking from his sweat, recuperating some energy. Rukawa’s mouth became softer and wetter and maybe he wasn’t imagining it? They stayed pressed close together until they were able to move again. Hanamichi was trembling from the force of his spent energy; he was feeling very cold. Rukawa stood up and went to the water fountain. Hanamichi followed him, he couldn’t wait for his turn; they drank from the same spout, their mouths almost touching.

He had waited a long time for this day, only to be left speechless. He couldn’t think of anything to say or do. He didn’t have the energy to walk home, Rukawa didn’t either. They lied on the ground under a Sakura tree, needing some time to recuperate. They didn’t speak to each other, just lied there comfortably with each other for the first time since they met. Hanamichi could feel Rukawa’s body close and his breath even, relaxing him, making him sleepy.
When he regained consciousness, it was already late at night. He finally remembered it was his birthday. Of all things, he didn’t expect it to spend the day with Rukawa. He looked at Rukawa’s sleeping face, not wanting to be anywhere else.

He received a special gift that day.