Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Believe in me ❯ The first world war ( Chapter 8 )

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

 

Kamio had it already enough! Kirihara took his silence too far. The stupid bastard hasn't talked to him more that two weeks. And to cap it all he was changing his cold expression with colder smirk, every time when Kamio tried to speak with him! “I can't take it any longer! I'm going to burst out and he'll be dead… very dead! Screw him and his ego!” Akira frowned and looked at the other furiously. Kirihara's face was calm and icy, small smile was playing on his lips when he locked his teasing gaze with Kamio's. That was it! That jerk's stare told him everything! Kirihara was playing with him without mercy and Kamio obviously wasn't going to let him go any further. That was the end!

Kirihara's eyes widened when Kamio grabbed hold of his shirt and shove him into the wall. His face was radiating anger - eyes wide open, sparkling with rage, mouth curved in nearly invisible line. Almost scary. And then…. SLAP! His cheek was burning after the hard impact of Kamio's fist.

“What the fuck????”

Kirihara looked surprised, bewildered and terribly angry. But Kamio didn't have time to hesitate. At last Akaya spoke. And Kamio was still very angry. Before he knew he was shouting:

“I had it enough! I can't stand you! You idiot!”

Kirihara was calm again and smirked in extremely mean way.

“And why is that, Akira?”

“Oh, you're talking at least? What was wrong with you during these weeks?”

“Why do you think something was wrong?”

That bastard! How dare he? Kamio felt like he'd never calm down. What was trying Akaya to do? He just couldn't understand his wicked mind. He was confused, he was angry; he was frightened to one point. Yeah, frightened. He felt like he was on the edge of loosing his roommate. Loosing as a friend, may be? He wasn't sure. In his head there was a big mess and Kirihara's smirks couldn't helm him to clean it. It was strange - feeling something that he couldn't realize what actually was. He felt the urge to beat the shit out of Kirihara and in the same time to kiss him senseless. “Wait a minute? Kiss him? Huh?”

“I… you” Kamio blushed. “Why, bastard?” “Why do you make mi feel like that?”

“Just shut up, Akira! I'm not in a mood to fight with you today.” He turned the redhead down flat, succeeding to sound annoyed and cold. He was still mad about Tachibana Ann after all.

“You…” Kamio slammed his head in the wall and looked at him raging. “Why do you hate me so much?” He tightened the grip on Kirihara's shirt.

“I don't hate you, baka! And now if you don't mind let me go!”

“I won't! Unless you explain me why do you act this way!”

“No particular reason.”

Kamio stopped talking for a moment. “He really hates me… That cold bastard!” How could he act like that? Why…

“Akaya, just tell me why do you hate me? I thought…”

“If I hated you, you wouldn't survive living with me for so long! Idiot!'

Kirihara wrenched away from Kamio's grip and pushed him aside. In this moment Kamio's eyes had terribly shocked and hurt look.

“I'm not… You stupid freak, stop playing with my head! I HATE you!”

Unlike Kirihara's bemused smirk Kamio looked mad. He couldn't think straight. He just couldn't understand what Kirihara was thinking and that made him furious.

“You hate me?” Another smirk. “And why's that, Akira?”

“Because… because you're not worth to believe!!!”

Akaya stopped breathing. He didn't believe him? He wasn't worth? What the hell? Was Kamio really thinking so low of him? That hurt very much. True, he was attracted to the redhead; however, he couldn't bear such insults. The faith in him was refused again. Again…

“I'm what?”

“You don't deserve me believing in you! Problem?”

How could he be so damn stupid? Embittered and hurt Kirihara started shouting like mad:

“I thought we were something like friends and now you… you… you just...”

“I what?” Kamio knew he was winning this.

“I'm sorry, Akira… I underestimated you! I really thought you were nice and open person and now… you just showed your true face, jerk!”

Wow, that was really something! Kirihara hit a sore spot.

“Shut up!”

“Make me!”

Before either of them could understand what was happening, Kirihara was shoved again into the wall, but this time lips crushed violently against his. His eyes closed, he was lost in the sensation that was Kamio's own taste. Helpless Kirihara was just feeling. Soon a tongue was licking his lips, asking for entrance, which Akaya gladly provided. Before he knew, he was returning the kiss with all his heart. His fingers buried in red locks, massaging Kamio's scalp in rhythm with their battling tongues. He felt arms around his waist, tugging him closer until he was clinging tightly to Kamio. Kirihara smirked happily. Now the redhead was finally in his hands… free to use, judging on his passionately kisses. Kamio stopped ravishing his lips to look at him with eyes blurred with lust and affection. “Does he even realize what he is doing? I doubt…” Then the redhead attacked his neck with force rivaling his speed on the court. Kirihara stretched his neck and purred deep in his throat. One long lick caught him off-guard and lout moan escaped his lips.

 

A moan of pleasure reached his ears making his pants tighten more if that was possible. Wait a minute! What was he doing? Molesting his roommate? Holy shit! Kamio quickly move aside, looking bewildered at Kirihara and trying to catch his running thoughts. His head was a mess… again. Disappointed groan left Kirihara who was obviously enjoying the whole madness. “Oh my God, That's insane! But he tasted so…”

“Nice.” commented Akaya licking his lips in satisfaction.

Kamio blushed in embarrassment and took another step back. Then another… and another… until he was running out of the dorm leaving one very confused and aroused Kirihara behind.

 

Akaya shook his head and decided to wait for his roommate. Kamio definitely needed time to cool himself and to think about the whole “fight and kiss” accident. Kirihara frowned. Well, he wasn't about to complain about the kiss. But the fact that he was left alone, mad, hurt from the previous insults, cold, disappointed and… hard couldn't stop him from smirking. Little by little Kamio would be his. Kirihara grinned malicious imagining the object of his desire.

 

 

The first thing that Kamio realized after he came back to his senses was that he was in the middle of an empty street. The second was a hand shaking his shoulder and a voice calling his name.

 

Author Notes: Aren't they sweet together? I just love Akaya-chan!

-=imaging chibi Kirihara jumping around her and yelling: “Baka, baka, baka Nim! How could you make me in love? And especially with him! I H-A-T-E you! Takes a step back and mumbles: “Hell, you aren't the only one… Look at Kamio - red like tomato and hidden in the corner. I think he's crying.” Smirks at Kirihara's shout: “Crying??Akira, what's wrong? Did she hurt you??”=-

Nya, they just fit together.

But on the problem - I'm planning to make this 15 chaps and I don't know if I can make them `till 1st July, when I'm going to start work and I won't have time to write or internet to post. So I have to write 7 chaps in 2 weeks. Probably impossible. Review to give me inspiration o_O