Distopya and Manipulation

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I am using the characters without permission. I am not making any profit off of this work of fiction.

Who: Kite, Ryoga, Saeki
Rating: NC-17
Warning: the first fic contains oral and the second contains the full monty male on male on male... you have been warned.


As long as he could remember, the world had been like this. He wondered if it had always been this way. Of if it was just Japan that was in such a state. He hadn’t been this bad in America. Sure, after the bombs had fallen and the world had restarted again, it was going to be a bit hard going. But it had been promised. A new dream. A dream of a better tomorrow. But then the gangs had come. That had filled the void where the authorities had once been king. They tore down the streets on their motorcycles and fought tooth and nail over the last remaining stretches of pavement. It was war, plain and simple. Every man for himself. Dog eats dog and only the strong survive. It was quite simply hell on earth. And he had come back to it. Come back because some rich man had wanted to get involved with a gambling operation. He had been brought back to this septic wasteland and then left there to rot. Surrounded on all sides by death and decay and the sounds of motorcycles. And even he rotten, driven into the mafia just so he could survive.

There was not an angel here. Not one who had survived. They were all dead. They had all died with the last vestiges of civilized humanity. That was what he had thought. He had thought that until the moment he had seen the angel. The angel of the playground. Clad in his leather with the tiger on the back. The boy with the eyes of the big cat and hair that was two distinct colors. Ryoga knew it was an angel he saw on the swing sets that day, but as he knew the feral man that came to collect the teen was surely a devil.

A devil who touched an angel. Kissed an angel deeply until the leather clad boy was moaning and then walking away. Slinking away. And the boy followed, going where the other led as if they had gone this dance a million time before. Because they had. This demon would sweep in and take away the angel. Who knew where to. Some back alley perhaps. To some bar? Maybe even the back of his motorbike. And he knew…the filth of the city was getting to him. Because he too wanted to come up to the boy on the swings. He wanted to kiss those full lips and take the boy away somewhere. He wanted to touch and defile the beautiful angel that belonged that that deadly biker.

He would not be denied the touch of grace. He knew the boy’s schedule and he knew where to find him. Always in the same place, swinging slowly, back and forth on the swings, always waiting to be taken away from that awful place for a while. Ryoga would take him away. Take him somewhere nice. Somewhere soft. Somewhere that beast in purple would never take him.

And when he came and he caught the chain to stop the lonely forward motion and those eyes looked up at him, Ryoga knew he was lost. He reached out to touch that silky cheek and pet over two toned hair. The boy nuzzled into him and gave him a sweet smile. He hadn’t seen a smile in so very long…. and his own smile quirked when the boy spoke. “You’ve been watching.”

Ryoga stepped back and collided with something hard and purple. A tanned arm snaked around him. “It’s okay…you know. We’ve been watching you watch us. Saeki here…he’s a leader of the East Side Tigers. And I’m the leader of the South Side Sharks… and you my dear…” The boy growled into his ear and Ryoga could feel his body stirring more. “We could use a man of your talents…with the yazuka on our side, we could end these wars…Split the town amongst us three… Of course, there would be…compensation…”

Ryoga swallowed. “What sort of compensation?” he wondered out loud…He didn’t’ have to wonder long. The boy in the swings reached out and slowly, effortlessly undid his zipper and reached inside of his pants and started to stroke. The angel…had devil’s hands… had a devil’s mouth… Ryoga moaned and knew this was wrong. They were outside. Anyone could see them…But it felt oh so good. The boy was so…very talented.

“Saeki’s the best there is at that… he can tie cherry stems with his tongue…So what do you say…join us…” The other biker was pressed behind him and Ryoga was horrified to realize that he wanted that as well… “You’ll have to compensate me too…as this benefits you more than it benefits me. I have to get something out of this deal.”

A dark purr against the shell of his ear told him that he had answered correctly. “Fine.. Saeki…Koujirou…I know you like doing that but you’re going to have to stop. So we can take this elsewhere and make out new business acquaintance more comfortable for his…payment. The boy moaned and pulled away leaving Ryoga’s shaft hard and slick.

“But Kite…he tastes so good…” he boy, Saeki stood, and pressed against Ryoga in order to kiss the man behind him. To share his flavors with the other biker. As they kissed, Ryoga could feel that strong, tanned hand tucking him back into his pants. But he knew it would only be a matter of time. Because he had made a deal. And these boys seemed happy to make payment.