Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ "Total Eclipse of the Heart " ❯ Chapter 1

"Total Eclipse of the Heart "

~A Game Worth Winning~ Prince of Tennis Fanfic

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Rating: "R" for sexual content

Pairings: Kikumaru Eiji x Oishi Syuchiroh

Genre: YAOI LEMON

Warnings: BOYS SCREWING! {blinks} um...yeah. I mean, "Underage characters in homosexual romantic situations of self-discovery."

Oishi Syuichiroh's PoV for the most part, so you can expect this to be just a "tad" bit mushy....

Summary: They'd agreed to wait, but Eiji thinks *now* is the right time to consummate the union of the Golden Pair.

Date Started: May 5, 2004

Status: Rough Draft Completed: May 13, 2004

Revised: May 15, 2004

Word Count: 2575/3343

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi.

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Andrea Readwolf

Oishi Syuchiroh was slightly surprised when their group parted ways and his doubles partner and secret boyfriend Kikumaru Eiji waved goodbye instead of walking home with him. It had been a hard game for everyone today, himself and Eiji not excluded, but it had become a bit of a custom for the two boys to 'celebrate' when they won a particularly spectacular match.

And today's game against Hyotei could definitely classify as spectacular. They'd come very near to losing their chance for Nationals. Too close to losing more than just Nationals, he thought, lightly touching his wrist even as he remembered the look on Tezuka's face when he refused their help.

He wasn't particularly surprised to find his home empty and dark when he arrived. His mother had decided to visit his grandmother again and his father was out of town on some business trip. As for the youngest Oishi, his sister was as likely as not to be found at a friend's house for the entire weekend, doing whatever it was girls did at slumber parties and gatherings. Yes, girls were a real mystery to Syuichiroh, which was just one of the reasons he was quite content to be dating his tennis partner.

That, and the obvious fact that Eiji was damn cute, adorable, gorgeous, hot, irresistible, desirable, lovable, huggable, snuggable, not to mention tasty and yummy, and soft, flexible in an unbelievable way, outrageously inventive --

A knock at the front door broke into Syuichiroh's thoughts--which, really, was a good thing considering the rather physical effect those thoughts were causing. He quickly redressed to the point of looking presentable and darted back down the stairs to the front door. The person on the other side was already leaning against the doorbell, and Syuichiroh didn't have to even guess at to whom it was, unlocking and pulling the lightweight door open with a welcoming smile.

"Nyah! S'chiroh! What took you so long?" Eiji complained, dropping his overnight bag onto the floor, managing to close and lock the door in the process, before launching himself at his boyfriend.

Only knowing his boyfriend too well saved both boys a tumble to the floor. Instead, they hit the wall, knocking the family portrait sideways in the process, as Eiji tried to crawl up inside and around his boyfriend by any means possible--and the redhead could be very creative.

The tongue that tangled with his, the fingers that slid under his clothing, continuing with the process of undressing he'd started upstairs, the leg that wrapped around his hip and pressed into his buttocks, the groin that pressed against his... all poured over Syuichiroh in a rush of zealous passion and heady need that carved his insides up.

He wrapped his arms around the smaller teen, holding Eiji closer to him as he tried to drink him in--his hips, waist, chest still narrow, but proportioned beneath calloused fingertips; a back that wasn't as broad as his, but still lined with long muscles that allowed the redhead to move the way he did, cat-like and graceful; long arms, also lined with those lithe muscles that were deceptively strong from hours of tennis practice and gymnastics. He was holding a demonic-angel --or was that an angelic demon?-- in his arms, a fantasy born of flesh, and if he wasn't careful, Syuichiroh was going to cum all over his pants.

"Eiji...Oh, gods, Eiji, wait," he gasped when he was finally able to pull his lips away from his boyfriend; but the redhead was already finding other places to apply his devilish lips and tongue, paving a wet path up to Syuichiroh's ear, nibbling on the flesh of a lobe before whispering, "Let's go upstairs. Quick. I want to see... all of you..."

The moan Syuichiroh had been desperately trying to prevent fell from his lips with no resistance now, and Eiji's body squirmed against his one last time before the redhead was darting back to the door way to kick off his shoes, grab his bag, and race up the stairs towards Syuichiroh's bedroom.

He took a breath, held it, and then released it; feeling a little more assured that his legs would actually hold him now if he moved. Eiji always had the power to do that to him; make him weak with lust, and love. Overwhelming, unbelievable love that shook him to the core. Love for Eiji--the teen he was, the boy he used to be, and the man he would one day become........ Syuichiroh prayed he'd be allowed to be a part of that man's life, for as long as they both should live.

Eiji reappeared again by the time he'd finally cleared the top of the steps, completely naked, hands on hips, and pout-glaring at him. "Nyah! Syuichiroh needs to hurry up already!" he complained, reaching out to grab and drag him into the bedroom, pressing him up against the door and kissing him again. Those dexterous fingers were upon him, attacking Syuichiroh's clothing with wantonness--pushing his shirt off his shoulders, tugging at his pants and shorts, until he was as naked as Eiji.

He helped when it was necessary, but mostly Syuichiroh was more interested in the hair sliding against his fingers as they pressed into Eiji's scalp, forcing the other's mouth against his as he sucked heartily on the redhead's tongue. As soon as his legs were freed from his pants, they stumbled across the room and onto the bed.

Even in sleep Eiji was never truly *still*, but in this frenzied pace of a make-out session it was like the redhead was everywhere at once---hands pressed over his back, sculpting his body, palms pressing into his chest, teasing his nipples with flicks and pinches, a lick, suckle, bite... Restless legs pressed against his, rubbing, spreading his own legs wider than was comfortable, their soft fuzz teasing and tickling his thighs... Fingers wrapping around his length, teasing and light, bold and strong, squeezing his sack with just the exact pressure to have him moaning...

And then those lips were passing around his shaft, and Syuichiroh knew he shouted his lover's name then, hips bucking up off the bed as Eiji worked his body with loving skill.

When the daze of climax started to clear away, Syuichiroh was slightly confused--it had happened so quickly. They had only done this a couple of times for each other, but every time they had worked hard to draw it out as long as possible---a treacherous, sweetly agonizing torture that tore at their insides even as they begged for more... Each time, they had learned to make the other wait longer, but Syuichiroh was sure no more than ten minutes had passed since Eiji had arrived.

That was a record that beat out even their first time in swiftness.

And then, as more feeling returned to his limbs, Syuichiroh realized Eiji was still working him with mouth and tongue and....

"Eiji....!" he groaned when the slick fingertip brush against his entrance, pressing just that little bit to barely slip inside his body. "Wait--! I though--!"

"Gomen, S'chiroh." The words were whispered, scalding hot against the renewing flesh of his sex. Eiji's lips pressed against the reawakening organ, blue eyes looking up with fiery lust, staring across Syuichiroh's torso and chest to meet the startled green as the finger slid in deeper, working in and out of his body to the second knuckle.

A nose nuzzled the dark curls at his root, and although the next words were mumbled, there was no detraction of their desire. "I want you, so badly--I," and now Eiji pulled his face away from Syuichiroh's groin and the dark haired teen wanted to protest loudly, "--I don't wanna wait anymore."

Syuichiroh blinked, slowly processing those words as blue eyes continued to watch him, wait for him... and that finger... sliding so easily now, in and out.... rubbing in a coaxingly smooth caress....

"B--but, oh gods, Eiji," he groaned, torn between driving his hips down onto that wiggling finger, or up to find and fill the redhead's pursed lips.

"If... if you want me to stop," Eiji offered, the finger stilling, but the rest of his body still trembling. "I will; I... I won't force S'chiroh to do anything he isn't willing to."

Eiji's voice, so deep and throaty with that needy lust, shot through Syuichiroh's body. Hadn't he already given his lover possession of his body long ago? Oh, maybe not verbally, but the truth was, he had always had little control to say no to Eiji, and this matter was no different. And... and he really wanted to feel that finger move inside him again... and... and maybe something else, too...?

"I don't have anything--" he panted, torn between disappointment and desperation.

A grin pulled at his lover's face until Eiji was positively beaming at him. "Nyah, I picked something up on the way home today," he confessed. And then, much to Syuichiroh's wanting body's dismay, Eiji pulled completely away, treacherous hands and the enjoyable weight of the redhead's chest sliding off of his groin.

"I know S'chiroh-kun wanted to wait until after the Nationals," Eiji murmured, his hands reaching out to stroke his lover's cheeks, but Syuichiroh tilted his head at the last minute, catching one palm with his lips and swiping his with his tongue and an open-mouth kiss. Eiji's breath caught before he could continue. "But--I'm sorry, S'chiroh..."

Lips found lips in short order; at some point, Eiji had managed to straddle Syuichiroh's waist, which made things that much more comfortable for them as the continued to kiss and touch each other's bodies in loving touches that spoke of assurance and reassurance.

"Love me," Syuichiroh breathed.

"More than anything," Eiji whispered at his lover's lips even as his fingers fumbled with the tiny red square he'd procured from whereabouts unknown.

Syuichiroh eyed the seemingly small tube wearily. "Will this be enough?" he wondered aloud, slightly nervous despite everything.

Eiji grinned, wiggling off the bed to grab at his jeans. "I bought several, just in case," he confided, spilling two more tubes and four foiled square packets previously hidden in his pockets onto the bed.

Syuichiroh picked up one of the condoms, looking at it with a mixed expression. "Eiji.... you didn't have to... I mean, you don't... I'm okay with..."

"Shh," Eiji pressed his lips back to Syuichiroh's. "I wanna take care of you, too, you know. Don't wanna hurt my S'chiroh."

Maybe not, but that didn't stop Syuichiroh's thighs from hurting from being stretched wide for so long--Eiji really was the more flexible of them; but the sensations wrought by those exploring fingers as they worked his insides...

"I know it's here somewhere," Eiji muttered, determinedly.

"What--what is?" Syuichiroh panted, wiggling just a little to try and ward off a leg cramp in addition to sinking those fingers deeper.

"There's supposed to be some gland or something that will feel really--"

"Prostate," Syuichiroh moaned deeply, body undulating over Eiji's fingers. "There... Gods, Eiji, do that again..."

Eiji did... and after a moment of heavy breathes and moans, he whispered, "Fuck me, it's true..."

Syuichiroh would have laughed--really, he would have, because the expression on Eiji's face as he watched him was absolutely adorable and priceless, but those fingers were doing things that robbed him of his very breath, and the most he could do was cling to the bed sheets and try to impale his body on Eiji's hand in silent imploration for more.

More... he wanted it... wanted Eiji... inside of him... Oh, gods, help him, how he wanted it...

"Eiji... please," he gasped.

His lover shook his head, as if clearing it of cobwebbed thoughts. "I--" he started, but stopped; whatever he was going to say forgotten. Shaking fingers reached out for one the foil packets; it slipped, falling onto Syuichiroh's stomach. "I---oh, gods," Eiji closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "I think I'm going to cum just from watching you, S'chiroh..." he panted, and then carefully peeked an eye open to look into his lover's face. "You look... so... incredible... beautiful..."

Even Syuichiroh's fingers shook as he reached for the condom Eiji had dropped and quickly tore it open, fishing the rubbery shield out with an index finger before holding it out to his lover. "So do you," he replied. "Love you."

And then they were kissing again, sharing another piece of their soul as Eiji wiggled and squirmed his way into position, wincing as he smoothed more gel onto his condom-covered erection.

"Love you... so much," he breathed, lips trailing briefly over Syuichiroh's cheek and jaw before finding his lips. "Ready?"

Syuichiroh wanted to say something, wanted to reassure his lover again, but he couldn't find the words... couldn't seem to do anything more than nod, and grunt, and breath, and moan as Eiji pressed against him, slippery and seemingly unbelievably large...

He'd seen Eiji's sex; touched it and held it between his fingers...his lips... Eiji was... beautifully proportioned and better than adequate in Syuichiroh's opinion (which could have well been biased), but now...

It didn't hurt... not really... it just felt... full... stretched and full... and...

He looked up into Eiji's face and his body naturally contracted at the sight of pain etched across his redhead's face.

Eiji cried out, his entire body shaking. "Nyah... S'chiroh... gods... *don't* *do* that..." he panted, blinking a blue eye open, rapidly blinking away a tear that had begun to form.

"You're hurting...?" Syuichiroh gasped, confused. *He* was the one on the bottom here, so why--but Eiji was shaking his head.

"Not bad hurt," he answered, sucking a huge lungful of air into his screaming body. "*Good*... so... incredibly *good*," he moaned, hips shifting just that little bit further that would bring him completely seated inside Syuichiroh's body. He leaned forward, pressing his lips over the dark haired boy's in a series of open mouthed, hot-aired kisses. "So good, S'chiroh; you feel so *good*... so tight, and... and *too* good... wanna... but want you to first," came the jumble of words.

Syuichiroh moaned up into those kisses, his body rocking against Eiji's... It *did* feel really good, he thought. Eiji was so hard and---and Syuichiroh's body contracted again with realization. Eiji hadn't come yet... Eiji, who *always* came first during their encounters, was actually trying to make *him* come a *second* time.

Eiji... his Eiji... his partner, his lover... who was moving so sweetly against his body now; moving gently inside of him... Oh gods, Eiji was moving inside of him; a part of him, truly loving him in all facets of the word... from the hand stroking his heavy cock, to the lips that whimpered and mewed unintelligible nothings against his, to the hips that flexed so gently... Loving him so completely...

"I love you," he gasped aloud, meeting the blue inferno of his love's soul and gladly falling into the fire. He would do so a million more times, was his last thought before he shouted his climax--because he hadn't lost anything in this act;

"Love you!" Eiji cried, finally giving in and falling, too, into the waiting arms of his lover.

No, he hadn't lost anything at all. Quite the opposite. He'd found his forever.

~Owarimasu~

End Notes:

Well, when I originally wrote this, the tentative title was "After the Match". But as I finished it, "Total Eclipse of the Heart" started playing and, even though originally the song was added to the playlist for a different coupling, several lines seemed to jump out and claim rights on this story. Hn. It's not only the bunnies taking control over my life, but the songs, too! Someone, help!

I'm *slightly* annoyed with the narrative, mostly because it left out some facts, so I'm gonna share them with you here. First off, this is set the night of the Hyotei match--the same day that the Golden Pair plays with Eiji "protecting" Oishi because the stubborn brat was playing even though his wrist wasn't really healed (anyone else noticed that he was all up in arms about *others* playing when they're hurt but that rule obviously doesn't apply to Oishi himself? Hmm...), and it was just... yeah... there were some perfectly wonderful moments during that match.

And let us *not* forget the stunning beauty (and utter eroticism) of Fuji's match (I swear I don't remember it much because I was drooling so badly, but I don't think Jirou remembers it much, either, so....), followed by the spectacular event of Atobe v. Tezuka.... yeah... that was something. But, Tezuka got hurt, so there was no smut coming from that corner (a very quiet hurricane of anger, but no smut {pouts}), so... yeah... GP got the fic.

Also... what Eiji doesn't tell Oishi, or at least not yet, is that Eiji's oldest sister actually bought the condoms and lubricant when they stopped at a convenience store on the way over to Oishi's house. ^.^ But can't you just *picture* Oishi's face when he finds out? ---- "You.... you let you *sister* buy you condoms?"

Okay, I'm tired, but this fic is "finished", at least. Tomorrow I'll go through and try to clean it up and edit it.... hmm... and it looks like it will apply to the new fic challenge, too. Look at that! Ha!

~A Game Worth Winning~ Prince of Tennis Fanfic Series Foreign Lexicon

Anou: sound of hesitation

(Domo) Arigato (gozaimasu): Thank you

Baka: Stupid-head, idiot, silly

"Baka no ____." ____ is a dummy, basically.

Buchou: captain, refers mostly to Tezuka as he's the Seigaku tennis captain

-chan: an honorific used primarily for girls or children. "cute" and "familiar"

Chibi-- (derogatory) short person; kid

Daijoubu: Are you all right/I'm all right.

Dare: who?

De nada: It's nothing [note: not Japanese]

Demo: but

Do itashimashite: You're welcome!

Doko: where?

Ecchi--horny

Genki--well, happy, or energetic

Golden Pair---refers to the doubles team of Oishi Syuchiroh and Kikumaru Eiji.

Gomen (nasai)/sumimasen: (I'm) sorry.

Hentai-- perverted or of a sexual nature (think, descriptive sex)

Hoi/Nya: Expressions used by Eiji

Honto ni: Really? Truly? Honestly?

Kaishiten: place or time of beginning

Kawaii: cute

Kirei: beautiful (refers to person)

Kirei na: gorgeous (refers to objects)

Kirai: hate

Kohai: underclassmen

Konban wa: Good evening!

Kon'nichi wa: Hello/good afternoon!

Kowai: scary

-kun: an honorific that expresses respect for one's peers

Kuso/K'so!: Shit/Damn

Mada mada dane: Echizen's catch phrase, which I believe translates into "not yet"

Mamushi--Snake or Viper, refers to Kaidoh Kaoru

Momo-chan: Momoshiro Takashi's nickname.

Mou/ Oi/ Saa/Yosh: Verbal expressions

Ne: Right?

Ochibi: Eiji's affectionate pet name for Echizen which can mean "our baby"

Ohayo (gozaimasu): Good Morning!

Osoroshii: ugly

Owari: the end

Owarimasu: finished

Oyasumi (nasai): Good night!

Regulars---refers to the eight varsity tennis players, the best of the best.

-san: an honorific that expresses greater respect for one's peers or elders

Seigaku--- Prince of Tennis's Junior High School

Senpai: upperclassman

-Sensei-- teacher

Sugoi: amazing/wonderful or awful/terrifying.

Tensai: genius or expert, prodigy

(Note: I found it interesting that 'tensai' can also refer to a natural disaster...hmmm...)

Yoosh!: Yes, okay, agreement [note: not Japanese]

Zen'zen: not at all