Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It was forbidden.
He sighed as he felt thin, cool fingers trail down his stomach, nearing that line of hair just below his bellybutton, and his back arched automatically. His eyes closed tightly as the fingers paused, before trailing back up his abdomen; sweet torture. He gasped suddenly when he felt something hot and wet on his neck, eyes widening to show their golden eyes; green hair plastered to his forehead and splayed against the pillow like a light halo. He felt a smile on his neck as lips pressed against the junction of his neck, that tongue doing wonders he had never even thought possible.
It was forbidden.
This perfect body beneath him, with curves so traceable it should’ve been illegal. The way he moaned at a touch in a certain area; his reactions when he didn’t get what he wanted. It made him smile softly; this boy was his. His to love; to hold; to do what he wanted. He held his heart. And this boy held his ever black heart; so carefully, as if afraid it would break if he clasped it. It made him warm inside; made him think he could be human once again. All because of this boy.
It was forbidden.
Those long and experienced hands clasped behind his head, raising it up as lips captured his own; a needy kiss, as if the boy on top of him needed to know he was there; that he was real. He wrapped his arms around him, fingers gripping at nonexistent cloth in a desperate manner, pulling himself up to push their chest together; ragged heartbeats beating as one unified thing. What they had was special. It was rare. It was a beautiful, cursed thing.
It was forbidden.
Why, though? Why was something so profound–something so wonderful–forbidden? What was wrong with it? Was it because they were both guys? Because they were supposed to be brothers? Was it because this darker shade of green haired boy with similar golden eyes like his, above him was supposed to be his older brother? Just because they were siblings and that their love is wrong? He pulled back, looking into those golden eyes he had fallen in love with, brushing back hair from his pale face, and smiled.
“I love you, Aniki” he whispered, and the older boy smiled above him, leaning into his hand. But he didn’t respond. Ryoma was okay with this, though; he was afraid to say it. Afraid that if he said it, that the one person he held close to his heart would disappear; leave him again. Anything. And he never wanted that to happen.
It was forbidden.
He didn’t care. He didn’t about what their parents and anyone think. The younger brother he held tenderly loved him; he heard him whisper it. He wished that he could reply but although that he didn’t care, their parents might take his brother away from him. Just because they siblings, brothers, and what they did wasn’t suppose to happen. They were supposed to fall in love with someone else not each other. But He will never let anyone take Ryoma away from him
But he never told Ryoma that.