A Jirou Adventure

Title: A Jirou Adventure
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince Of tennis. It is credited to Takeshi Konomi. I make no money what so ever by writing this.


Rating: Extreme NC-17 or XXX

Gengre: Umm, Crack, lot's of sex, PWP the usual *snicker* oh yes and there might be OOC *nods*

Pairings: Main; Jiroh/Marui...hinted to Kirihara/Marui.

Writers Notes: I have used minor Japanese here, but it's easy (doko, doko?= where, where?) and (warui ga= sorry or my bad..) and (Sou, sou!= yep yep..), I might have gotten Jiroh's hair wrong, is he a carrot top or blonde? *pouts* ah I think that is it, I do this to amuse myself after all, screw the mistakes, oh yeah, I have some spelling mistakes but I HAVE run it through a CORRECTIONAL program..so don't flame me for that

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Tired eyes scanned the crowd of a filled club, a yawn slowly hidden behind a fine fingered hand broke out.
Of course as always the narcoleptic boy known as Akutagawa Jiroh, were being sleepy, to which the boy next to him didn’t take to well.
“Seriously, do you only wake when something interests you?” Gakuto Mukahi asked stretching his arms behind his back and frowned.
Chucking beside the two, their captain raised his drink to his lips and took a delicate sip of the bright yellow fluid.
“Gakuto you know that to well, na Kabaji?” Atobe grinned, getting the usual ‘Uss’ from the huge boy standing slightly behind of the three.

The smaller redhead sweat dropped at that then sighed, he might as well go with it, originally he were to be going with his doubles partner Oishitari Yuushi, sadly the blue haired tensai had gotten a invitation to a date and declined Gakuto’s offer
And Jiroh had kindly offered to go in Yuushi’s place, and there he was, snoring away half laid out on the table and the short fused redhead were bored as hell.
His train of thought were soon interrupted (which was good, because his anger were catching to him) as a hand placed itself on his shoulder, Gakuto blinked his eyes and raised a brow.
“Atobe?” he questioned to which the grin on the purple haired captain’s lips only widened more.

“Things will just turn interesting..” the Hyoutei captain mused, pointing straight towards the crowd, the acrobat gasped seeing who had just gotten into the club.
“Rikkaidai..” he uttered softly, indeed the whole team were there, not easy to miss, all dressed up like they could have been models instead of tennis players, and with one Marui Bunta’s bright reddish pink hair, glowing brightly, they were like a beacon in he heap of people.
Suddenly Jiroh beside them jerked up, eyes fully wide, he were on his legs within less than a second, palms slapped down loudly in the table, a full blown happy sugary smile on his face.
“Rikkai, doko doko?” Jiroh beamed, getting close to Gakuto’s face, near scaring the shit out of the poor senior.

Gakuto simply, shakily pointed over to the group and Jiroh wasted no time, he merrily bounced away through the crowd.
“Like a kid in a candy store..” Atobe chuckled, swirling the alcohol in his glass before taking a new sip.
Jiroh didn’t care of anything else but to reach his current goal, not caring how many times he were shoved back or pushed by the people dancing, he soon almost magically appeared in front of the one he wanted to see.
Quickly taking said boy’s hands in his own and leaning in close, totally having zero respect of the others personal space, he beamed.
“Nah, Marui-kun ne? do you remember me ne?” he beamed goofily, barely standing still in one place.

The smaller pink haired player blinked his lavender eyes for a moment wondering who that lunatic were, before he remembered and smiled.
“Ah, your from Hyoutei..Akutagawa Jiroh, right?” Marui asked softly, then noticed the others of his team had left him, Niou smiling smugly and waving to him from the bar, blowing a teasing kiss, which got the little redhead blushing.
“Sou, sou!” the carrot top smiled and near went cooing over the blush on his idols face “Ne you came here to have fun, let’s dance!” Jiroh said and the other couldn’t object because the over excited boy dragged him to the dance floor, out of sight to his team mates.

Marui smiled, he couldn’t say no and he had indeed come to have fun, he closed his eyes for a second, listening to the beat of the music before he followed expertly and started to dance.
Jiroh were of course awed even more, his eyes gone huge and shining as if he were on the court playing a really good game.

He soon moved as well, a hand lightly placed itself on Marui’s right hip and he brought the redhead closer to himself, the smaller boy looked up blinking his wide, playful eye.
“Trust me..” Jiroh had mouthed, before he swayed their bodies to a new beat, leading the moves, starting to grind and manipulate the self proclaimed tensai as he wished.
Marui swallowed trying his best to keep the blush from his cheeks, wishing he had brought his gum at this moment, but he moved fluidly with Jiroh’s body.
The crowd around them soon starting to watch them more than dancing on their own, Jiroh smiled silently thanking Atobe for the dance lessons.
He gave Marui a light dip and then twirled their bodies around, automatically Marui’s arms went up and then back around Jiroh’s head, the lighter haired boy’s hands placed sensually on the lavender eyed boy’s hips, swaying them from side to side.

A low moan escaped the smaller boy as Jiroh’s hand had slipped in under the white silk shirt he wore and lightly toyed with a nipple.
The crowd cheered them on, but how hot it were, the junior soon wanted it to end.
“Let’s go somewhere else..” he purred into the pink haired boy’s ear, Marui looked confused at him, but once more he had no opinion in it as he were dragged off.
People were catcalling them and cheering them, Marui’s blush were deepening at each word tossed to them.
Soon he were led, no near shoved into a room in the back and he sighed, observing the taller boy carefully.
“You said you wanted to dance..why did you bring me here, we could have gone to the bar..” Marui complained but blinked, seeing the sweet, coy smile on Jiroh’s face.

Jiroh approached him, still a slight sway to his hips as if he were following the music outside the room.
“I still want to dance..” He beamed and grabbed the smaller senior, hand lightly stroking the base of his idols spine, making the smaller boy gasp.
Marui’s brows furrowed uneasily but he smiled “then let’s get outside again..” he said softly and moved, walking past the taller Hyoutei player but his hand were gripped and he were once more tugged back.
He gasped shocked feeling a hand rub between his legs, where there was indeed a rather nice bulge.
“But this is a different kind of dance..” Jiroh purred, lightly stroking the warm heat he could feel there, lightly licking his lips at the shudder he felt and the light moan that fluttered out into the room.
Marui stiffened and then slapped the hand away, and glared “I don’t want that sort of dance..” he growled and then turned to leave, he suddenly saw white as blinding pain hit the back of his head, he fell unconscious to the floor.

“Warui ga..I like to have it my way..” the junior said with a pout, dropping what ever thing he had used to knock the Rikkaidai player out with.
He then set the rest of his play in phase, easily lifting the smaller player up he laid him on the bed and smiled.
“Such a cute sleepy face..” he cooed softly, gently stroking those silky pink locks away and then frowned, he’d surely have his way.
It would be moments later a very dizzy Marui Bunta slowly woke from the dark, he shifted, his body were tingling pleasantly but he felt rather cold.
He shifted a second time and noticed he couldn’t move his arms, he glanced up, seeing his arms were tied by cuffs to the headboard, a gasp fluttered through his lips, now also feeling something were in his mouth, gagging him, and he felt touches to his body.

“Ah, so your finally awake Marui-kun..” Jiroh purred, leaning to continue lightly what he were doing, namely lick over a very exposed and hard nipple.
Marui gasped, his chest arching slightly, realising he were almost completely nude, save for his boxers, made his heart pick up in beats, a fine blush staining his cheeks.
He mumbled angrily, in slight panic behind his gag, straining his arms in his bond and flinched as it cut into his skin.
What the fuck was that guy thinking, trying to buck Jiroh’s heavier body off of his were the best option he could think of, it was a shame it didn’t work.
“Mou, putting up such a fight when you like it..” the brown eyed boy cooed gently, a hand rubbed along the stretched fabric of the smaller redhead’s boxers.

Marui wildly shook his head and arched up, his body shivering and he couldn’t help but to moan softly at the teasing touch.
“Time to ready get up ne?” Jiroh purred, of course he were smug enough and enjoyed his little torture of the smaller boy.
Slowly the junior slipped out of the clothes he wore, leaving himself nude, the smaller boy could only stare, for being a junior the sleepy boy were hung.
The frenetic shaking of Marui’s head continued until he felt a soft hand on his cheek, blinking a few times he soon locked his eyes with Jiroh’s.
The little redhead started mumbling more then trying to get the larger male to stop, sadly that only resulted in his boxers being removed.
A new muffled moan left the rikkaidai player’s mouth as a hand firmly started to fist his erection.

“Now..we both want this, and I don’t want to hurt you, I will remove the gag if you do me a favour..” Jiroh purred softly, stroking the smaller boy’s locks, looking into his eyes.
Those wide lavender eyes blinked a little before widening a little more, then lowered and glanced slightly to the side, bright pink brows furrowed, oh yes Marui were surely thinking things through.
After a while he nodded slightly, his cheeks had pinked up, eyes now shimmering with an odd emotion, it only made the narcoleptic boy more delighted.
“Great!” he beamed and shifted back, observing a bit more as if he himself hadn’t decide on which favour it would be then he leaned forward again, gently lowering the gag, allowing the smaller boy to speak if he wished.
“What favour?” Marui asked, his voice raspy, probably from all the mumbling and shouting from behind the restraint.

Jiroh not being the one to actually waste time when awake, shifted himself forward lightly, grasping his own cock he lightly held it to the rikkai players lips.
“Make it wet..and do it hot..” he said with clear glee and fluttered a low pleased sigh as the bound boy didn’t seem to want it to be prolonged either, a soft pink tongue lightly poking out and licking slightly over and around the tip.
Marui closed his eyes thanking everyone he knew for knowing this well enough to be an expert, he was a genius after all.
Gradually he took in more and more, stopping when he felt the tip touch the back of his throat and soft curls brushing his chin and lips, he then with some effort started to bob his head up and down, fighting his gag reflex greatly as the position were a little more than complicating.

But to the sounds that filtered to his ears, he obviously were doing a good work, so he continued, applying more tongue to make it wet, playing and slithering it around how it wished.
“Gods..you’re so good, Marui-kun…” The brown eyed boy purred softly, once more running his fingers through those soft pink locks, the muscles in his thighs shook, anymore and his control would be sure to snap, he all ready had a tough time not to thrust hard into that heavenly mouth.
A while later, the boy under him suddenly bucked, cheeks going into a flush equal to that of his hair colour, eyes open wide and he let the cock slip from his lips.
“D-don’t touch there!” the little redhead protested and choked out a new whimper, as the finger pushed in deeper into his hidden entrance.
Jiroh hummed softly “I want to touch here..to bad someone has been here before me..” he pouted sadly and pulled the finger out, bringing slight relief before it was back but this time slicked with spit, it slid more easily, Marui’s flush deepened.

Jiroh smiled, he were eliciting the most delicious sounds from the redhead now, licking his lips he forced his cock back into the bound boy’s mouth.
“Didn’t tell you to stop right?” he purred, Marui catching on directly and started sucking, simply to try and ignore the feeling of being stretched and finger fucked.
After a while the soft orange haired boy shifted again, he had mercilessly been stroking the smaller seniors prostate now, he was sure waiting longer were going to be unbearable for them both.
Marui watched with half lidded eyes as Jiroh laid his legs on his shoulders and smiled, he arched and opened his mouth to complain but were cut off as the junior kissed him deeply.
“Don’t stop me now..” the narcoleptic whispered against those swollen pink lips, he then closed his own eyes and slowly made his way into the pink haired boy’s tight heat.

The rikkai player tensed a bit, his body protesting to the much lager invasion but he soon relaxed as Jiroh had started to stroke him, it only was the initial penetration that hurt after all.
“Hn, I can’t believe how tight you are, Bunta-chan..” Jiroh chuckled slightly, gloating over how lucky he was, he blinked as he felt the boy under him buck gently.
“Don’t call me that..” Marui whimpered and then arched his head up “and if you want to do this properly, kiss me..” the lavender eyed self-proclaimed tensai then huffed.
Jiroh’s ego only grew then, he leaned down to give his idol a sizzling kiss, softly starting to move into the older boy’s hot heat.
If obviously stroked the right way, Marui swiftly give in just like he had been told, he enjoyed the smaller boy’s boldness and the taste of sweet apple inside of his mouth.
He battled fiercely with him, their pace soon rose to the motion of the bed’s head board slamming into the wall and Marui’s body jerking with each motion.

“H-harder!” the rikkai player soon pleaded, Jiroh had been torturing him long enough, he was aching all over, the wet slap of their skin meeting echoing in his ears to loudly.
Soft brown eyes widened and the pace turned near frenetic then, Marui crying out at each buck, trying to answer them with his own, he shivered softly and arched his head back, moaning and panting open mouthed, some drool running down from the side of his mouth.
“yeah, you like it hard huh?” Jiroh grunted softly, a hand reaching down to gently stroke the hot erection poking into his stomach, sliding there, leaving some wet stripes behind.
The pink haired boy cried out even louder then, feeling slightly ashamed of his loud voice he turned his head and lightly bit his arm, he were tensing up, toes and fingers curling a bit, about to tip over.

Jiroh shivered, he could feel it as well, boiling in the pit of his stomach “come for me Bunta-chan..come and let me see that face of yours..” the hyoutei player pleaded softly and gently tilted the smaller boy’s head so their eyes locked, he leaned down to once more kiss him hard.
The rikkai players loud cry of pleasure were then muffled as he tipped over the edge, hot spurts of come spraying over both their bodies.
Jiroh managed a few more stokes before he planted himself deeply into the clenching heat and came, filling the smaller boy to the brink and then slumped onto him.
Resting a few moments and the sleepy teen near did fall asleep, being sated enough, he jerked awake when his cell phone starting to ring loudly.
He pulled out and answered “yeah..of course..yes..I’ll be out soon..” he said perkily and then shut the lid and started to cut Marui down.

The pleasure had been to much for the boy he had indeed fallen asleep, Jiroh smiled at that, he softly made sure Marui were comfortable.
He then wrote something on a note put it on a pillow then he hurried to dress, leaned down to steal a final kiss and then skipped off.
About an hour and a half later, a very sore Marui Bunta woke up and flinched at the slight pain in his arms and bottom.
He sat and then blinked as he had sat his hand on the note left behind, he flipped it open and blinked;

‘To my dearest idol; I had a real good time, hope to see you around soon again.
I’ve left a present for you, hope you’ll enjoy it..
Love Jiroh.
Ps; send my regards to Kirihara…I owe him one..’

Marui frowned, oh well, Kirihara would get his ass full later, no doubt about it, the pink haired boy flopped down on the bed and flinched.
A small packet laid under the pillow, he picked it up and smiled.
“Apple gum..” he muttered and didn’t waste anytime at all, ripping the package open and putting some into his mouth.
Now to find his lover then, and show him just how much fun he had.


The End