Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Antipyretic ❯ Antipyretic ( One-Shot )

Title: Antipyretic

 

Author: tenshineechan (tenshineechan@yahoo.com)

 

Rating: NC-17

 

Pairing/s: Fuji x Ryoma

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. It is the property of Takeshi Konomi.

 

Author's Notes: After much procrastinating I have finally finished my first Tenipuri fic! Tada! There is nothing but smut in this fic, which I have to admit made it quite distracting to write. I would also like to note that it is not healthy to take any legal/prescriptive drug in large doses; any dosage or use should be taken with your doctor's advice.

 

 

 

Ryoma could do nothing as his doctor divested him of his pyjamas.

 

The young tennis prodigy shivered as a hot breath ghosted along his abdomen before a wet warm tongue followed. It traced lazy patterns on his inner thigh before lapping at the tip of his erection. He struggled, trying to stop those slender hands roaming his body and sank deeper into the bed to evade that wicked tongue. That soon proved to be useless. His wrists were caught and secured to the bed with gauze bandages rendering his arms useless.

 

Ryoma's captor continued to torment him in this manner, constantly in motion as he slowly laved at the sensitive skin on offer. In one swift movement, he abandoned his exploration and rubbed his clothed body over the younger man trapped beneath him. He smirked as the boy cried out at the feel of the rough fabric against skin, his face twisted in pleasure.

 

“Accelerated breathing, fast pulse, flushed face and elevated body temperature. You seem to have a fever Echizen-san. This will not do.” The clinical tone was replaced with a purr. “The medicine you require can be taken either orally or as a suppository.” He ground his hips hard in a clockwise motion causing his patient to pant heavily.

 

“Echizen-san, since you are unable to reply, I will have to go with the suppository since you might choke and we wouldn't want that, would we?” Hearing no reply, the doctor drifted down the slender body.

 

Ryoma was unable to think. Those hands continued to glide over his body but avoided the one spot that he wished to be touched then they disappeared. The sound of something falling to floor echoed in his room, followed by the scent of lavender. The caresses started again. His thighs quivered as his leg was drawn up and over his doctor's shoulder. That wet warm tongue returned as he felt something pushing its way into him. He couldn't help but tense as it opened him up further.

 

The doctor delighted in the moans emitted from the prone form beneath him. As much fun as it was to torture the poor boy, the time for play was over. His fingers with the haste born from impatience, tugged at the zipper to his slacks and pulled them down.

 

The warmth that encased him caused him to shudder. “Echizen-san, do you know what a suppository is supposed to do?”

 

“W…what...ah…”

 

He paused as he slowly pushed until he was completely embedded into the warm cavity before continuing. “A suppository is a solid pill which contains a drug that is put into the anus where it can be dissolved easily.” His hips started to move, thrusting shallowly at first before picking up the pace. “They're actually quite small, however since your fever is quite high, I felt it more prudent to use something larger.” He slowed his movements and could not hold back a smirk when Ryoma whined in protest and clenched his rear muscles in an effort to entice him to move.

 

“Echizen-san, your fever is just about to peak, I'll see if I can bring it down.”

 

“W...what…ever, just…hurry!”

 

Being the gentleman he considered himself to be, he obliged, once again speeding up his thrusts, alternating every so often with a few long deep plunges. It was this combination that had them both soon reaching their climax.

 

Ryoma felt exhausted. It was rare for him to exhaust himself to this extent. He turned over on his side and gazed at his lover who now lay beside him.

 

“You know that you didn't have to go that far just to prove a point, Syusuke.”

 

Fuji's eyes opened at roamed the younger male's body. “But Ryoma, I did prove my point and in such a delightful way, don't you agree?”

 

When that blue gaze became more intense he sighed, “Alright. You win. You can never be too old to play doctor.”