Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Believe in me ❯ The devil with the angel's wings ( Chapter 7 )

Pairing: Kirihara Akaya/Kamio Akira

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. But I'm evil and I think that's enough to satisfy my hunger for sweet little bishounens madly in love with each other.

 

 

Believe in me

Chapter 8

 

 

Kirihara smirked again. Kamio was so obviously trying to hide his irritation that it was funny. Yeah, once again Kirihara was showing his sadistic inclinations. After so many days spent in silence the red-head was like boiling milk - ready to burst and cover everything in his anger. Well, not that Kirihara minded. No, not at all. He was still angry with Kamio and his suffering made him feel good. In fact, he was enjoying this too much. And not just that. Pouting Kamio was cute Kamio. There were times when Akira was so adorably sulking that Kirihara found it very hard to resist jumping him and have his wicked ways with him.

Oh, that was nice. Kamio was shouting, but of course Kirihara wasn't listening to him. He was too busy with adoring the sight of the other boy. Face red with anger, silk hair in his eyes, stubbornly clenching his fists. Evil grin slowly appeared on Kirihara's face. He just couldn't bring himself to stop the flooding images of the naked Kamio, panting Kamio, moaning Kamio, Kamio with lips red and swollen from kissing, Kamio in different poses. That sort of views hunted his mind and dreams for quite a time. Not that he minded. He knew he was attracted to his roommate after all. The only annoying thing was that Kamio was desperately trying not to notice it. He had shown it in every single way and yet the red-headed idiot was oblivious. He thought that Kirihara's flirting and teasing were done only to irritate and provoke him.

 

[Flashback]

“Yo, Kamio! What are you doing, housewife?” Kirihara asked with his usual smirk while leaning on the doorframe. He had just gone out of the bath and now was standing in front of Kamio stark-naked, excluding the little towel wrapped around his waist. Water drops were going down his pale skin and his usual curly hair was wet and flattened against his neck. Not a bad sight. Obviously Kamio was thinking the same thing considering his wide eyes and bright red cheeks. One point for Kirihara.

“A-Akaya…” Kirihara only crossed his arms and sent his roommate one of his best mischievously smirks. He knew he looked like the god of sexiness. Well, Kamio noticed it too. He only swallowed and turned even redder. Another point for Kirihara. He was definitely going to win this game. Too bad for Kamio not to realizing it and squirming in his own denial.

“Smells like breakfast! I'm hungry…” Kirihara grinned once again at the helpless boy. He was cruel, but fortunately Kamio didn't understand how cruel and evil he can be. Another point? No wait! Kamio was opening his mouth to speak.

“If you're so hungry get dressed and eat. Nobody stops you!” Kirihara was right. It really was another point for him.

“Well, Akira, I'm too tired. You know, I went to bed later last night. Why don't you feed me?” Kamio's blush was worth to be shot. He tried to say something but apparently the words died in his throat. He was just opening and closing his mouth like fish out of water. After a while somehow he calmed himself down and started to speak with slightly shaking voice.

“You're nuts! And you don't deserve breakfast.” Half point for Kamio. After all he succeeded to react faster that Kirihara expected. But not fast enough.

“My my, Kamio I didn't know you're such a meanie. I've never imagined that my beloved would be so evil. You're constantly breaking my child's dreams.” Wow, Kamio understood what was going on at least. Pretty slow. Kirihara felt his anger and smirked arrogantly.

“Stop fucking with me!” Tut-tut. Was he digging his own grave?

“But Kamio, I thought you liked fucking! But then again “fucking” is too rough. May be we can use “making love”?” Kamio was speechless therefore Kirihara decided to go on speaking. “But “Stop making love with me” doesn't sound nice at all. I've never thought that the day would come when my beloved wouldn't want me…” As bad as he was, Kirihara faked crying and whining, silently enjoying Kamio's red face and fists ready to hit him.

“You damned idiot! Stop trying to get under my skin!”

The game was won.

[/Flashback]

 

Kirihara chuckled unconsciously and that make Kamio angrier if possible. Akaya lent an ear to Akira's shouts. Now he was an idiot, a big jerk, dumbass, idiot again, then bastard and at the end son of a bitch. When did Kamio improve his vocabulary so much? It was highly amusing to hear his cute roommate insulting him with such passion. Kirihara hoped that Akira was the same in the bed. Speaking of which, the naked images of Kamio appeared in his head again, this time more graphic and hot. It was really hard not to molest the other right now and to deal with the consequences later. But the temptations are temptations in order to be resisted. And the waiting makes the pleasure bigger. And not just that, Kamio deserved to suffer. His date with Tachibana Ann wouldn't be forgiven soon. Angry Kirihara wasn't the best things to face. He was too evil for his own good. Akaya felt how little horns popped out of his head and waved his red devil tail with pleasure. Life was good.

Kamio stopped shouting at last. Now he was dead silent and his pouting could melt stones. But Kirihara was the devil himself. Such cute little things couldn't make him soften. Or so he thought. Small genuine smile was fighting its way to his face. Frowning he went to the other room away from his adorable roommate and his sulking face.

 

Maybe this devil wasn't so evil. Maybe he had a soft side. Who knows? Is the attraction based on feelings or just on instincts? Is a devil without wings like an angel without wings? Are evil and good, light and darkness outlined in one specific terms and can the devil overcome the darkness? The people are strange beings, but people with true feelings are stranger. What can make you cry and what can make you smile? Nobody knows. But after all, the devil is the better side of the angel…

 

 

Author Notes: I hate Kamio! I want Kirihara only for myself.

Thanks to all my readers. I'm going to upload new chaps more often, I swear in my everlasting love for yaoi.