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Riding the Train
\"Riding the Train\"
A Prince of Tennis One-Shot
By Yami Czarina
Note: This takes place at no specific point in time, though probably before Echizen Ryoma came to Seigaku. Also, though I remember them riding the bus, I\'m assuming they also ride the train together frequently, as it\'s a hugely common way of getting around. To me, the bus indicates short trips, and I needed something longer suggested for this story. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don\'t know who owns these beautiful guys, but it ain\'t me.
Rating: R, shounen-ai
Fuji Syuusuke had been watching the captain of the Seigaku Tennis Club for sometime after practice, and had finally tracked him stealthily to an empty classroom. From his vantage point just outside the door, he could see the bowed back of Tezuka Kinumitsu, apparently rummaging in a desk for something he forgot. [It\'s time,] he thought, calming himself. He would need to stay calm considering what he was about to do.
He walked in and closed the door... then locked it.
At the sound, Tezuka straighteand and glanced over his shoulder toward the door, no expression on his usually expressionless face. To his wonder, his teammate Fuji slowly stalked over to him with an unreadable expression on his face. Tezuka\'s heartrate increased, a trickle of sweat loosening down the back of his neck. [So... has the object of my fantasies gotten tired of my strong, silent act?] he wondered. He considered Fuji\'s brant ant volatility on the court... when properly challenged and provoked. [God, he\'s magnificent...] He\'d seen Fuji fall behind 5 games to none in a match, only to finally feel like playing and whip the tar out of his very stunned opponent and win the next 7 games to take the match. And he\'d seen Fuji not give up a single point to an opponent, sweeping all six games mercilessly in a cool fifteen minutes.
Operating word for Fuji Syuusuke: lethal.
[Okay, Fuji could be pissed at me for something and just wants to talk,] Tezuka consed, ed, turning to face him completely. But Tezuka wondered if Fuji was finally forcing the issue. \"Fuji,\" he muttered as the shorter teenager approached coolly.
\"Tezuka,\" Fuji responded in nearly the same deadbeat tone of voice. As his normal expression was a smile, his gorgeous cerulean blue eyes were usually hidden in the folds of his eyes. But he was not smiling now, and Tezuka got the full force of those magnetic orbs. \"If you\'re about ready to go, I\'ll ride trainrain with you.\"
He could have said anything, really. Tezuka blinked exactly once, looking down at him through those prim oval glasses. \"You locked the door to the classroom.\"
Operational word for Tezuka: cool
\"I did want to talk to you without interruptions,\" Fuji admitted. Now he was the one sweating, looking up at his captain. His extremely unbeatable captain. The feared Seigaku senior ace. Tezuka of the artfully messed hair and enigmatic personality.
\"About riding the train?\" Tezuka deadpanned.
\"Aa,\" Fuji murmured and a hint of the smile returned. This one was crafty, not a good sign.
[Very well, it\'s going to be like this,] Tezuka thought and straightened, which had the effect of bringing his body closer to the other.
[Nice move,] Fuji thought, pleased. [You\'re so fucking subtle, Tezuka. What else do you have up your sleeve?]
\"We ride the train every day,\" Tezuka murmured, lifting a hand to remove a piece of lint from the shoulder of his teammate\'s black wool uniform jacket.
The quick escape of breath at the unexpected touch told Tezuka that the other was primed, his senses already attuned to him. Tezuka was intrigued enough to let his hand drop to the side, clasping Fuji\'s right upper arm lightly.
Fuji responded immediately by edging closer in an artful move of his own, then daring to place his own hand palm down on his captain\'s chest, barely touching. \"Buchou...\" he murmured softly. Buchou. Captain.
\"You didn\'t lock the door to talk about the train,\" Tezuka observed, and dared to lift his other hand to brush the back of his index finger against the other\'s cheek. \"Fuji...\"
\"Tezuka,\" the other breathed back, leaning into the touch. \"I...\"
\"If we take the train somewhere we\'ve never been before,\" Tezuka replied smoothly, \"we could get lost.\"
\"Or we could find something new and exciting,\" Fuji countered with ease, almost smiling. \"We\'ll never know unless we see where it takes us.\"
Tezuka looked deep into the other\'s eyes. There was no longer any uncertainty as to what exactly it was they were talking about... or Fuji\'s intent in being here with him inside a locked classroom after tennis practice. \"I have to consider the needs of the team first.\"
Fuji met his gaze, which might be very uncomfortable for anyone else to bear. \"Sexual tension will hurt your game.\" He smiled, his eyes disappearing again.
The cool blue eyes widened behind the glasses. \"You think this is just about sex?\"
\"I didn\'t say that,\" Fuji countered smoothly. It was a slick volley between them now, both hitting right on the mark. \"Of course it\'s not.\"
It was the Swallow Return, one of Fuji\'s signature moves. Tezuka returned it effortlessly, drawing it to himself. Tezuka Zone. \"I tend to get possessive about the things I own.\"
The serene smile turned into a decided smirk. But the measured cerulean gaze was back. \"You\'re not talking about the tennis team.\" It wasn\'t a question. \"Would you like to own me, Tezuka?\" Swallow Return, more elegant than the last. A thing of beauty, indeed.
The only hint of emotion from the team captain was that he wet his lips because of his suddenly dry mouth. Tezuka Zone. But the slickly spoken words had unnerved him and he had an abrupt mental image of Fuji in a leather collar. His. \"You play dirty, Fuji.\"
\"Is that your answer?\" Fuji\'s smirk turned into something sweeter... if poison could be sweet.
\"No,\" Tezuka murmured, making his glance slide away. Point, Fuji. 15 - Love. \"I could never own you.\" This last was spoken softer.
Fuji blinked, assessing the words. [You could. You already do,] he thought to himself, but chose not to voice it aloud. Instead he whispered, \"Sometimes riding the train takes you somewhere you never dreamed of going... but ends up being the best thing to ever happen to you.\" Serve.
\"Is that what you\'re hoping for?\" Tezuka threw back at him. Return volley. His hand on Fuji\'s arm tightened minutely, enough to make the other feel it. He met the sea blue eyes again, his gaze intent on the others now. \"The team comes first...\"
Fuji lifted his hand to lightly touch the side of Tezuka\'s neck above the high uniform collar. \"We can make it benefit the team.\" Return.
\"And how\'s that?\" Return.
The touch became the barest of caresses, enough to give the taller teenager a shiver. \"Oishi supports you in your role as team captain,\" Fuji replied quietly. \"You know I\'m the only one who comes close to you as a player. The only one who can possibly have any idea what it\'s like to be Tezuka Kinumitsu, the player. I would support Tezuka the man... and you would do the same for me. That ngthngth - how can that not help the team?\" Swallow Return. Glorious.
\"Fuji...\" Tezuka breathed, nearing as he inclined his head closer to the other. \"I...\" Their faces were close together, their lipsy iny inches apart. Return.
To his wonder, it was Fuji who tore his eyes away as if removing himself from the paradise so close to him. His hand dropped back down to his side. \"I don\'t mean to pressure you into anything. I know how you feel about the team.\" He swallowed carefully, feeling a lot of emotion. The return... missed. Tezuka\'s point. 15 all.
\"That... means a lot to me, hearing you say that.\" [Your serve...]
\"I want you to be happy... to feel fulfilled,\" Fuji continued in a hushed voice. \"You\'re so important to all of us, the nexus of our team. Everyone thinks so much of you as our captain and our best player, but who really gets to take care of Tezuka the man? I want to do that...\" Serve.
The earnest, sincere words struck the usually staid teenager deep in the heart. [My God, he means this,] Tezuka thought, feeling his heartrate increase. [But... the team... I can\'t afford to be this selfish...]
Return ace? Fuji glanced up at his captain\'s face and saw a hint of the conflict raging there in the tightness of Tezuka\'s lips and the wrinkle between his eyebrows. 30-15. \"I\'ll make you stronger,\" he whispered. Serve.
Tezuka closed his eyes, releasing the breath he hadn\'t realized he\'d been holding. \"Fuji,\" he murmured with a deep sigh, then wrapped his arms around the shorter teen to pull him against himself as he dipped his head to capture his teammate\'s very willing lips in their first kiss. 30 - all. 30-40.
Smiling already in the kiss, Fuji Syuusuke swept his own arms around his captain\'s neck, releasing all the ardor he\'d been harboring so long for Tezuka Kinumitsu. [It\'ll be fun... riding the train...]
Game, Tezuka.
The End
A Prince of Tennis One-Shot
By Yami Czarina
Note: This takes place at no specific point in time, though probably before Echizen Ryoma came to Seigaku. Also, though I remember them riding the bus, I\'m assuming they also ride the train together frequently, as it\'s a hugely common way of getting around. To me, the bus indicates short trips, and I needed something longer suggested for this story. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don\'t know who owns these beautiful guys, but it ain\'t me.
Rating: R, shounen-ai
Fuji Syuusuke had been watching the captain of the Seigaku Tennis Club for sometime after practice, and had finally tracked him stealthily to an empty classroom. From his vantage point just outside the door, he could see the bowed back of Tezuka Kinumitsu, apparently rummaging in a desk for something he forgot. [It\'s time,] he thought, calming himself. He would need to stay calm considering what he was about to do.
He walked in and closed the door... then locked it.
At the sound, Tezuka straighteand and glanced over his shoulder toward the door, no expression on his usually expressionless face. To his wonder, his teammate Fuji slowly stalked over to him with an unreadable expression on his face. Tezuka\'s heartrate increased, a trickle of sweat loosening down the back of his neck. [So... has the object of my fantasies gotten tired of my strong, silent act?] he wondered. He considered Fuji\'s brant ant volatility on the court... when properly challenged and provoked. [God, he\'s magnificent...] He\'d seen Fuji fall behind 5 games to none in a match, only to finally feel like playing and whip the tar out of his very stunned opponent and win the next 7 games to take the match. And he\'d seen Fuji not give up a single point to an opponent, sweeping all six games mercilessly in a cool fifteen minutes.
Operating word for Fuji Syuusuke: lethal.
[Okay, Fuji could be pissed at me for something and just wants to talk,] Tezuka consed, ed, turning to face him completely. But Tezuka wondered if Fuji was finally forcing the issue. \"Fuji,\" he muttered as the shorter teenager approached coolly.
\"Tezuka,\" Fuji responded in nearly the same deadbeat tone of voice. As his normal expression was a smile, his gorgeous cerulean blue eyes were usually hidden in the folds of his eyes. But he was not smiling now, and Tezuka got the full force of those magnetic orbs. \"If you\'re about ready to go, I\'ll ride trainrain with you.\"
He could have said anything, really. Tezuka blinked exactly once, looking down at him through those prim oval glasses. \"You locked the door to the classroom.\"
Operational word for Tezuka: cool
\"I did want to talk to you without interruptions,\" Fuji admitted. Now he was the one sweating, looking up at his captain. His extremely unbeatable captain. The feared Seigaku senior ace. Tezuka of the artfully messed hair and enigmatic personality.
\"About riding the train?\" Tezuka deadpanned.
\"Aa,\" Fuji murmured and a hint of the smile returned. This one was crafty, not a good sign.
[Very well, it\'s going to be like this,] Tezuka thought and straightened, which had the effect of bringing his body closer to the other.
[Nice move,] Fuji thought, pleased. [You\'re so fucking subtle, Tezuka. What else do you have up your sleeve?]
\"We ride the train every day,\" Tezuka murmured, lifting a hand to remove a piece of lint from the shoulder of his teammate\'s black wool uniform jacket.
The quick escape of breath at the unexpected touch told Tezuka that the other was primed, his senses already attuned to him. Tezuka was intrigued enough to let his hand drop to the side, clasping Fuji\'s right upper arm lightly.
Fuji responded immediately by edging closer in an artful move of his own, then daring to place his own hand palm down on his captain\'s chest, barely touching. \"Buchou...\" he murmured softly. Buchou. Captain.
\"You didn\'t lock the door to talk about the train,\" Tezuka observed, and dared to lift his other hand to brush the back of his index finger against the other\'s cheek. \"Fuji...\"
\"Tezuka,\" the other breathed back, leaning into the touch. \"I...\"
\"If we take the train somewhere we\'ve never been before,\" Tezuka replied smoothly, \"we could get lost.\"
\"Or we could find something new and exciting,\" Fuji countered with ease, almost smiling. \"We\'ll never know unless we see where it takes us.\"
Tezuka looked deep into the other\'s eyes. There was no longer any uncertainty as to what exactly it was they were talking about... or Fuji\'s intent in being here with him inside a locked classroom after tennis practice. \"I have to consider the needs of the team first.\"
Fuji met his gaze, which might be very uncomfortable for anyone else to bear. \"Sexual tension will hurt your game.\" He smiled, his eyes disappearing again.
The cool blue eyes widened behind the glasses. \"You think this is just about sex?\"
\"I didn\'t say that,\" Fuji countered smoothly. It was a slick volley between them now, both hitting right on the mark. \"Of course it\'s not.\"
It was the Swallow Return, one of Fuji\'s signature moves. Tezuka returned it effortlessly, drawing it to himself. Tezuka Zone. \"I tend to get possessive about the things I own.\"
The serene smile turned into a decided smirk. But the measured cerulean gaze was back. \"You\'re not talking about the tennis team.\" It wasn\'t a question. \"Would you like to own me, Tezuka?\" Swallow Return, more elegant than the last. A thing of beauty, indeed.
The only hint of emotion from the team captain was that he wet his lips because of his suddenly dry mouth. Tezuka Zone. But the slickly spoken words had unnerved him and he had an abrupt mental image of Fuji in a leather collar. His. \"You play dirty, Fuji.\"
\"Is that your answer?\" Fuji\'s smirk turned into something sweeter... if poison could be sweet.
\"No,\" Tezuka murmured, making his glance slide away. Point, Fuji. 15 - Love. \"I could never own you.\" This last was spoken softer.
Fuji blinked, assessing the words. [You could. You already do,] he thought to himself, but chose not to voice it aloud. Instead he whispered, \"Sometimes riding the train takes you somewhere you never dreamed of going... but ends up being the best thing to ever happen to you.\" Serve.
\"Is that what you\'re hoping for?\" Tezuka threw back at him. Return volley. His hand on Fuji\'s arm tightened minutely, enough to make the other feel it. He met the sea blue eyes again, his gaze intent on the others now. \"The team comes first...\"
Fuji lifted his hand to lightly touch the side of Tezuka\'s neck above the high uniform collar. \"We can make it benefit the team.\" Return.
\"And how\'s that?\" Return.
The touch became the barest of caresses, enough to give the taller teenager a shiver. \"Oishi supports you in your role as team captain,\" Fuji replied quietly. \"You know I\'m the only one who comes close to you as a player. The only one who can possibly have any idea what it\'s like to be Tezuka Kinumitsu, the player. I would support Tezuka the man... and you would do the same for me. That ngthngth - how can that not help the team?\" Swallow Return. Glorious.
\"Fuji...\" Tezuka breathed, nearing as he inclined his head closer to the other. \"I...\" Their faces were close together, their lipsy iny inches apart. Return.
To his wonder, it was Fuji who tore his eyes away as if removing himself from the paradise so close to him. His hand dropped back down to his side. \"I don\'t mean to pressure you into anything. I know how you feel about the team.\" He swallowed carefully, feeling a lot of emotion. The return... missed. Tezuka\'s point. 15 all.
\"That... means a lot to me, hearing you say that.\" [Your serve...]
\"I want you to be happy... to feel fulfilled,\" Fuji continued in a hushed voice. \"You\'re so important to all of us, the nexus of our team. Everyone thinks so much of you as our captain and our best player, but who really gets to take care of Tezuka the man? I want to do that...\" Serve.
The earnest, sincere words struck the usually staid teenager deep in the heart. [My God, he means this,] Tezuka thought, feeling his heartrate increase. [But... the team... I can\'t afford to be this selfish...]
Return ace? Fuji glanced up at his captain\'s face and saw a hint of the conflict raging there in the tightness of Tezuka\'s lips and the wrinkle between his eyebrows. 30-15. \"I\'ll make you stronger,\" he whispered. Serve.
Tezuka closed his eyes, releasing the breath he hadn\'t realized he\'d been holding. \"Fuji,\" he murmured with a deep sigh, then wrapped his arms around the shorter teen to pull him against himself as he dipped his head to capture his teammate\'s very willing lips in their first kiss. 30 - all. 30-40.
Smiling already in the kiss, Fuji Syuusuke swept his own arms around his captain\'s neck, releasing all the ardor he\'d been harboring so long for Tezuka Kinumitsu. [It\'ll be fun... riding the train...]
Game, Tezuka.
The End