Koi wo Suru ... Fusion

A/N: I don't own Prince of Tennis or Koi wo Suru.

Koi wo Suru Fusion

He might not have looked it, but Wakato Hiroshi liked routine. For instance, he liked knowing that after tennis practice, he would linger with his adoring fangirls for about twenty minutes, then go into the locker rooms in time to see Kajimoto come out of the showers in only his towel. Completely wet. Naked, with just that small school-supplied towel, and that really cool silver ring he always wore on his ear.

But this was neither here or there, and Hiroshi didn't like to get distracted. It was easy for him to get distracted, and he wasn't really smart, or especially talented at anything other than collecting cute girls, so he had to stay focused to keep ahead of everybody else.

That day, though, when he walked into the locker room, Kajimoto was already sitting on the bench. Hiroshi would have been aggravated by the break in routine, only Kajimoto was still wearing that little towel, and it was dipped down even lower than usual, so he decided it was all okay. Hiroshi turned his back on his captain and began to change into his casual clothes. After this he would go home, do his homework and study until his mother called him for dinner, than go out and find a place to practice his tennis. Perhaps he would sneak back into the school, or play at the nearby street courts, he hadn't decided yet. Routine was good, but it was best to leave some things open to fate and chance. Then, after that, he would go home, shower and wash up, and sleep for eight hours until it was time to wake up again.

"Wakato."

Hiroshi turned at his name, and saw that Kajimoto had apparently frozen in the process of drying his hair. He must have been sitting there ever since Hiroshi had started changing.

"Yes, Kajimoto-buchou?" Kajimoto probably had some tennis club-related task he wanted Hiroshi to take care of, or something like that.

"We need to talk." Kajimoto dropped his hair towel and stood, turning to change himself.

Hiroshi turned to his locker, now nervous. Whenever one of his parents said 'we need to talk', that meant he was in big trouble, even bigger trouble than usual. He tried to think of all the things he could have done that day to upset Kajimoto. Were his girls too much of a distraction for the club? Was he being kicked off the team because he was too showy? But Kajimoto was a pretty easygoing guy most of the time, so Hiroshi didn't think that was the reason. But then, while Kajimoto was easygoing most of the time, he also took the tennis club and his duty as captain way too seriously. Or worse yet... what if Kajimoto realized that Hiroshi liked to sneak glances at him? Hiroshi almost dropped the brush he was holding at the thought of it. That would be too awkward.

Still, there was nothing he could do but worry about it until Kajimoto actually saw fit to tell him, so he went through the motions of changing and getting packed up. When he was done Kajimoto was waiting for him, and they walked out of the locker room together.

"Wakato," Kajimoto finally started, and Hiroshi held his breath, "I think my father is having an affair."

Hiroshi almost went 'huh?', but that would have been uncouth, so he didn't. He wasn't close to Kajimoto, despite his infatuation with the other boy. They spoke little even at tennis practice, and in class Kajimoto sat five rows in front of him and barely even ever looked at him. Why Kajimoto would tell him something so private was a mystery.

"I'm sorry," Hiroshi replied, putting a hand on Kajimoto's shoulder to comfort him. It was odd, but he certainly didn't mind Kajimoto confiding in him.

"I think he's having an affair with your father."

"Huh?" Hiroshi couldn't stop himself this time. Then he started laughing. "That's just silly. Our dads are married. To women. They had us, after all."

"I hope you're right," Kajimoto said, but he still looked dejected.

"Of course I'm right." Hiroshi patted Kajimoto's shoulder like it was a small dog.

"But..." Kajimoto grabbed Hiroshi's wrist and moved it off of him. "I saw them, at the book store near the school yesterday. They were standing way too close to one another, and I saw your father slip something into my father's pocket."

Hiroshi shrugged. "That store's always crowded, they probably had to stand close. And don't they work in the same office?"

"But later, after dinner, the note fell out of my dad's pocket. It had the name of a hotel written on it, and a room number, and a time."

"It's probably nothing, Kajimoto-buchou. Don't you trust your dad?"

Kajimoto sighed. Hiroshi wished he could make the other boy feel better, but... he really didn't know what else to say.

"Wakato, you should have seen them together. It was just... suspicious." Kajimoto shook his head, as if to clear the images from it. "I'm going to go to the hotel. Will you go with me?"

"What?" It's not that Hiroshi didn't want too spend time with Kajimoto, it was just that he was surprised a lucky opportunity like this would come up.

"You're worried about your father too, right?"

"I... I guess."

"Then will you come with me, on Thursday night?"

It wasn't as though his mother would notice him missing. Even if she did, he'd rather still go with Kajimoto than not. "All right."

On Wednesday night, Hiroshi altered his routine for the next day. School, then practice, then studying, but not as much as usual, then getting ready for going out with Kajimoto, then a short dinner, then more getting ready, then meeting Kajimoto at the train station.

Still, when Thursday came along, 'getting ready' took up more time then he had allotted it. He didn't know why he had so much trouble picking out clothes and a cologne to wear, but he did, and he reached the train station ten minutes late.

Kajimoto sniffed the air around him. "Do you smell something funny?"

"Oh." Hiroshi would have been slightly embarrassed, if that word had existed in his vocabulary. "I sprayed on some cologne."

"You smell nice," Kajimoto replied.

Hiroshi knew Kajimoto was probably just being polite, but it still made him just a little bit happier. They boarded the train and walked out of the destination station just in time to see two familiar figures heading into the hotel.

"Did you see that?" Kajimoto grabbed Hiroshi's arm and pulled them towards the men. "Those were our fathers."

The boys followed the men into the lobby, hiding behind potted plants and columns, before losing them entirely.

"They must have gone up to the room," Kajimoto said. "What should we do now? Should we wait for them?"

Hiroshi scratched his head. "Maybe we can get the room next to theirs."

"I don't think I have enough money."

"It's okay," Hiroshi offered, "I have my card."

"I promise I'll pay you back at school."

"Don't worry about it."

So a few minutes later the two boys found themselves in Room 161, right next to room 160, and Hiroshi was holding a glass next to the wall in an attempt to hear whatever was going on in there.

"I hear a voice..."

Kajimoto leaned forward, wondering why he didn't just grab the other glass from the counter.

"Oh. It's a woman's voice."

Kajimoto sighed. Had he remembered the room number wrong? No, that was impossible... maybe they had changed rooms?

"Oh! Oops, I think 160 is against the other wall, actually." Hiroshi chuckled before moving to the other side of the room.

"Forget it." Kajimoto sighed before falling onto the bed and curling up on his side. "I know we went through all this trouble, but... I have to admit I'm scared."

Scared? Kajimoto? Hiroshi had a hard time reconciling the two.

"If our fathers were having an affair, I don’t know if I could take it. I'm not sure what's worse, the fact that Dad might be cheating on my mother, or the fact that he might be gay."

Hiroshi's heart sank at the way Kajimoto said 'gay'.

"What about you, Wakato? Aren't you afraid for your parents' marriage?"

Hiroshi moved and sat down on the other side of the bed. He didn't know how to explain that his parents weren't in the best shape, and probably would be better off divorced than not. Maybe it would be better than the sporadic screaming matches, with periods of icy indifference towards each other in between. If his father was happier with some one else... well, maybe it was for the best. "What about you? Would it be so bad if your dad were gay?"

Kajimoto sighed. "It's not that I mind... gays. It's just that I don't want my dad to be one. If he were it's like he's been lying to Mom and me for years, and also, it's just... not natural."

Hiroshi wasn't sure how to reply to that, so he focused on counting the number of times he swung his feet back and forth. He counted to thirty-eight before he could feel Kajimoto shift on the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Hiroshi looked up in mild confusion. "Why?"

"Haven't you noticed the time? The trains have all stopped running... we might as well stay here for the night."

"In this room?"

"Where else? It's already paid for, and the bed's big enough for both of us to share. You should take a shower too."

This was bad. Hiroshi knew that it was a mistake, but it wasn't as though he had many other options.

An hour later, Hiroshi found himself lying tensely on one side of the bed, clutching his pillow tightly and wearing nothing but a robe and some underwear. He could hear Kajimoto blow drying his hair in the bathroom, then when that stopped he could clearly hear each of Kajimoto's steps toward the bed. Then the lights went off and he could feel Kajimoto's weight on the bed, could hear the springs creak as he laid down on the mattress.

"You should blow dry your hair, or else you might get sick," Kajimoto commented.

"It's okay," Hiroshi replied, his voice an uncharacteristic whisper. "I always let it dry naturally."

Hiroshi thought he could feel Kajimoto's body heat next to him, though that might have been his imagination, but still he wished he had jerked off at least once during his shower. As it was, he couldn't get to sleep in his condition, and contented himself with listening to Kajimoto's breathing grow slower and slower.

Soon, the hotel-supplied clock on the nightstand flashed two am, and Hiroshi was still awake. He turned around, able to see the contours of Kajimoto's face in the dark. He wondered if Kajimoto had gotten hard in his sleep, like Hiroshi sometimes did, and wondered how often Kajimoto did things like jerk off, if at all. Maybe it was because he was sleepy, or maybe it was because he wasn't terribly smart, but he leaned forward and put a hand on Kajimoto's chest.

"Buchou?" he asked, and getting no response, pressed his lips against Kajimoto's. He kissed Kajimoto several times, each more insistent then the last, and moved his hand to Kajimoto's shoulder before the other boy began to wake up.

"Wakato..." Kajimoto managed to get out in between kisses, "what... you..."

But if it was one thing Hiroshi's fan club had been good for, it was teaching him how to kiss properly, and he soon had Kajimoto kissing him back. He smiled against Kajimoto's lips as he pushed himself closer, sure that he could now definitely feel the other boy's body heat. Kajimoto moaned into his mouth and, bold, Hiroshi reached his hand down through Kajimoto's boxer-briefs to answer the question that yes, Kajimoto had gotten an erection when he was sleeping.

"Wakato, no..." Kajimoto turned his head and reached down to push Hiroshi's hand away, but Hiroshi wasn't going to let all his efforts go to waste. He wrapped his fingers around Kajimoto's erection, firm and tight, and started stroking up and down. Kajimoto was hot in his hand, and long, and perfect. This was one thing his fan club hadn't given him practice on, but he knew what felt good on him, and was pleased when instead of complaining Kajimoto threw his head back and started moaning.

"Buchou," Hiroshi said, leaning forward to kiss and lick at Kajimoto's neck, "me too."

It took a few long moments, but soon he felt fingers ghosting the fabric covering his erection, could feel Kajimoto tease him through the hole there and began to stroke him. It felt so much better than any time he had ever done it to himself, better than any time he had let one of his girls do it, and he only wished he could see it. He wanted to see what Kajimoto looked like down there, wanted to watch Kajimoto bring him to climax, but soon he forgot all about wants and wishes and gave in to just the feeling of Kajimoto's hand pulling harshly on him.

"Kajimoto," Hiroshi whispered into Kajimoto's skin. "Kajimoto, I love you."

Then he felt it, felt himself coming, spurting out onto Kajimoto's hand, and he could feel something hot and wet spurting onto his. It only took a moment and then it was over, and Hiroshi was lost in the best afterglow he had ever felt. As every second went by though, he came more and more to his senses, slowly becoming aware of reality. That's when he felt Kajimoto spring up on the bed, depositing him once more on his side of it.

"Wakato, what did we just do?"

If he didn't know any better, Hiroshi would have thought that Kajimoto sounded a little panicky. "It's okay, buchou. We were just fooling around."

Kajimoto didn't say anything for a really long time, and Hiroshi was afraid he might have gone into shock. Hiroshi was about to poke him when he started speaking again. "We were just fooling around. We're teenagers... we have hormones... we just got carried away... this is okay, right?"

"Umm... yeah."

Kajimoto got off the bed. "I think the best thing we can do is forget all about what just happened here. For now, I'm going to go clean up."

Kajimoto left for the bathroom, and Hiroshi smothered his face in a pillow and screamed.

By the time Monday came around, Hiroshi had gotten pretty bored of pretending nothing had happened, but it's not as if he could do anything about it. In class, Midori came with her skirt shortened three inches, and Hiroshi caught Kajimoto looking over at her at least three times. He decided that Midori would be the next girl added to his fan club, and sighed. To tell the truth, he wasn't feeling very well. He stood up, about to excuse himself, when suddenly everything got really dizzy. The last thing he saw before falling to the ground and blacking out was Kajimoto's concerned face, as every one turned around to see what was going on.

* * *

Takahisa stood outside the door to Wakato's room, a thermos of soup in hand, and knocked.

"Come in," came a familiar voice, and Takahisa turned the door handle.

Inside, Wakato was sitting casually on his bed, already in his pajamas, while a group of girls clustered on the floor laughed at some joke that had just been made.

"Kajimoto-buchou?" Wakato asked, and it occurred to Takahisa that Wakato was surprised to see him there. He shouldn't be, Takahisa thought, as captain it was his duty to be concerned with the welfare of his players. Plus, when Takahisa had mentioned that Wakato was sick at dinner, his father had insisted they bring some soup. Besides, his father had said, he needed to give some papers to Wakato's father. It all sounded too suspicious.

Takahisa smiled and nodded politely to the girls, some of which giggled back at him, and made his way to Wakato's desk, where he placed the thermos of soup next to all the other thermoses. He could hear Wakato shooing the girls out behind him, and when he turned around they were all gone.

"What are you doing here?" Wakato asked, all the while primping on the bed.

"My father needed to drop off something for work, and I came to check up on you. Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, it ended up being nothing."

"I'm glad." It was a little odd, being alone with Wakato again, and Takahisa was having a hard time not remembering that thing that had happened between them. "You didn't need to make the girls leave on account of me."

"No, I was about to take a nap any way."

"Oh. In that case, I'll leave you alone."

Takahisa could hear Wakato say something as he left the room, something along the lines of 'no', or 'wait', but it was probably best to leave. It was dangerous, Takahisa reasoned, the two of them alone in a room together, and it didn't help that for a moment he thought Wakato looked cute in his duck-covered pajamas. What was wrong with him lately? Takahisa descended the stairs, only to stop midway. He could see his father engaged in what looked to be a very private conversation with Wakato-san, and he really didn't want to disturb them if it was what he thought it was. He went back up the stairs and into Wakato's room, shocked to find Wakato under his blankets in the obvious act of masturbation, moaning what sounded suspiciously like 'Kajimoto'.

"Wakato! What are you doing?"

"Kajimoto!" Wakato flailed in his bed, then sat up, tugging on the top of his pajama bottoms. "I thought you had left!"

A very familiar photo floated onto the bed.

"Is that... my photo? Were you using my photo to masturbate?"

"This is my room," Wakato pouted, "I can do whatever I want."

And because Wakato was pouting, Takahisa couldn't really find the strength to push the subject any more. Instead, he sat on the side of his bed and cradled his face in his hands. "Wakato. You should stop acting so... gay."

Takahisa waited, but Wakato didn't respond. Not that he could really say anything in reply, Takahisa thought.

"You have so many girls that like you," Takahisa went on, "you shouldn't waste your time with another boy. Think about your life, your future... they'll be ruined if you turn gay. And think about me. I could never forgive myself, if you turned gay because of me."

Takahisa could hear Wakato start snickering behind him.

"Wakato, this is serious." Takahisa turned around to give Wakato what he hoped was a stern look. "Don't treat it as a joke."

"Kajimoto-buchou," Wakato finally said, "secretly, you're very vain, aren't you?"

Kajimoto didn't know what to say to that, but at least Wakato seemed to find it amusing.

"It's okay, buchou, look." Wakato said, reaching under his bed. He pulled out a pile of magazines which, upon closer inspection, had nude women on the covers. Takahisa was relieved that Wakato had at least some kind of interest in girls.

"If you had these," Takahisa wondered, "why were you using my picture?"

Takahisa knew he probably shouldn't be looking at them, but the magazines were right there, and he had never seen women on display like that before. Hesitantly, he reached for one magazine, opening it to reveal a woman touching herself in a manner Takahisa knew he shouldn't be witnessing.

"Buchou, do you like women with big breasts?" Wakato asked.

Takahisa blushed. "Yeah... I guess so."

"Buchou..."

Wakato's voice was closer to him now, and he could feel Wakato's hand above his leg.

"I wish you would look at me, instead of the girls in class, and the girls in those magazines."

"Wakato, what-" But then Takahisa's hand was cupping his erection, and he had to reach down to push it away.

"Look, you're hard."

"You should stop no-"

Whatever it was that Takahisa was going to say, it was cut off by Wakato's lips, and if it was one thing Takahisa had to admit, it was that Wakato was a very good kisser. Losing his grip on reality, Takahisa felt himself being pushed down on the bed, felt Wakato's body on top of him, and before he knew it he was kissing back and pulling Wakato even closer, his hands on the surprisingly soft skin of Wakato's lower back. Then Wakato broke off the kisses, and in his half lucid state Takahisa watched as the other boy crept down his body. He wondered what Wakato was doing, thought maybe he should put an end to this mess now while he still had a chance, but then Wakato was tugging his pants down and he knew exactly what the other boy was planning to do.

Takahisa sat up, planning to put a stop to this before it went to far, but that only gave him as better view as Wakato took his cock in his mouth.

"Oh..." Takahisa could only moan now, watching as Wakato's head bobbed up and down on him, as Wakato's pink lips wrapped around his erection, "oh, God..."

Then Wakato moved off of his penis, leaving it wet and cool in the air, and climbed up on Takahisa's lap.

"Kajimoto."

Takahisa felt Wakato's hand holding his erection in place, saw Wakato lowering himself onto his lap, but it still took him a few moments before he realized what was going on. And then he was pushing into Wakato, or Wakato was pushing onto him, he wasn't sure, but he could feel his cock slowly being enveloped in heat.

He pulled Wakato closer to him, and then he was completely inside the other boy, and it felt so unbelievably good. Then Wakato started riding on him, and that felt even better, and he could hear both of them moaning from somewhere outside of his body.

"Wakato..." Takahisa couldn't stand it. He rolled them over so that Wakato's back was on the bed, and spread the boy's thighs higher and farther apart with his hands. He thrust in as much as he could, each time trying to get deeper inside Wakato's body, before pulling out almost completely. He loved the noises Wakato made, the moans, the involuntary 'ahn's when he thrust deep inside suddenly, and he loved the way the other boy felt around him. Wakato was so tight, so hot, so soft inside, and with each thrust he was getting wetter and wetter with pre-come. No matter how deep in he got, Takahisa thought, it probably wouldn't be deep enough.

"Harder," Wakato moaned, one hand tugging on himself while the other was resting on Kajimoto's back. "Harder, buchou."

Takahisa shivered and pushed Wakato's legs up even higher before he lost it. He pistoned violently in and out of Wakato's ass, pounding the other boy as hard and fast as he could. He could hear Wakato's frantic 'ahn's and 'un's in his ear, then an exclamation of 'I'm coming!' before he felt Wakato's fingernails digging around him, and the boy's ass convulsing around his cock. The sensations sent him off and he started coming in Wakato's ass, still thrusting inside him, and it seemed as though he fucked and came in the boy for a long time before that last spurt of cum shot out and he started to get limp.

"Oh, God," Takahisa said, one last time, before pulling himself out of Wakato. His penis plopped out with a wet sound, and he could see cum start to leak out of Wakato's ass and onto the bed. He flopped onto his back, sure he was about to pass out from the orgasm, unable to resist as Wakato snuggled up to him and he thought about the ramifications of what he had just down.

He had just had sex. With Wakato. He had just come inside of Wakato. He felt embarrassed and guilty and wondered if he should apologize to the other boy. He suddenly realized that Wakato's cum was covering his stomach, and thought that they should probably get cleaned up before their fathers came up.

"Hey," he said, worried that he had been too violent with Wakato, "how do you feel?"

"Mmmm. My ass feels swollen and raw and full of cum. I feel absolutely wonderful."

"How can you just say something like that?"

Wakato shifted his head so that he was looking up at Takahisa, a very content smile on his face. "Because it's true."

Takahisa sighed, and wrapped his arm around Wakato's shoulder. Maybe he should just admit that maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought, and maybe Wakato, to him, wasn't just another boy on the tennis team. Besides, if he was the reason Wakato had turned gay, it was only right that he take responsibility.

A few days later Takahisa found out what was really going on with his father. The closeness with Wakato's dad? The two were working on some top secret presentation together. And the meeting at the hotel? It was actually a meeting, or in other words, a business conference, with several other members of the company. So they never had anything to worry about, after all.