Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Game and Match ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Game and Match

By: Orien A.

 

 

The noise draws you to Yuuta's room; the moaning from an unfamiliar voice, the heavy breathing. You're not sure if you want to see what's going on, but your feet propel you forward anyway. Your mother has gone to a hair dresser's appointment and Yumiko is spending the day with friends. Your father is away on a business trip, as usual. Yuuta is not supposed to be home until later that evening. You haven't seen him since he's gone away to college, so you decide to surprise your family by coming home from Kyoto for the weekend.

 

When you crack open the door to your brother's room, they don't even notice you. Yuuta's face is buried in the back of Mizuki's neck as he moves against him in an unmistakable fashion. Mizuki's dark head hangs low, his hair concealing his face. He is on all fours on the bed, with Yuuta's body molded over him. The noises are coming from Mizuki and they make a pretty picture, naked and joined together like that.

 

“Hajime...”

 

Your eyes slip shut at the raw passion that Yuuta has managed to infuse into that name. In your head you imagine him calling out to you in the same way, holding you against him as though he wanted to absorb you into his own body, just as he is holding Mizuki now. You feel the inexplicable need to bear witness to the proof that your brother will never be completely yours again, and so you force your eyes open, and you watch.

 

You watch as Yuuta's rythmic thrusts become more erratic, as his hand around Mizuki's straining cock tightens and he begins to stroke his lover's length. The volume of Mizuki's throaty cries increase, and he bucks back back against Yuuta, meeting each push into his body enthusiastically. The sight of the two fucking—you can't quite bring yourself to call it 'making love—causes an answering heat in your groin, and you almost give in to the crazy impulse to laugh.

 

If one of your old Seigaku friends had told you that one day, the sight of Mizuki Hajime in all his naked, fucking glory would give you a stiffie that was almost painful because of how turned on you are, then you would have laughed at them, before demolishing them on court. But you know that it's not really Mizuki that you're watching. It's not Mizuki that's having this effect on you. It's Yuuta, who looks beautiful with such an intent expression on his face. There's a thin sheen of sweat coating his body, and his back is an expanse of flawless, tanned skin that you would have liked to just run your hands along as you claimed Yuuta for yourself.

 

Mizuki throws his head back to nuzzle his cheek against Yuuta's. As he does this, his dark, lust clouded blue eyes meet yours. You feel a jolt of shock go through you, the embarrassment of discovery. Any second now you expect Mizuki to yell at you, to demand to know what you are doing standing there by the half open door and looking in on them, but Mizuki says nothing. The shock in his expression has melted away and he holds your gaze steadily as he matches Yuuta's motions, thrust for thrust.

 

He never takes his eyes off you as their movements become even more frantic, until Yuuta's hand on Mizuki's engorged cock begin to pump him so fast that his hand looks like a blur to you, until Yuuta is slamming into Mizuki with the desperate need to reach his climax.

 

When Mizuki comes, he is very vocal, and you don't think that he is doing it just for show. He spurts come into Yuuta's hand and on his dark blue sheets. Yuuta continues to move inside him a few more times before his body stiffens and he lets out a little grunt of release. Mizuki laughs, and it's not a pleasant sound, to you at least, but it makes Yuuta smile.

 

Your brother's hand lazily caresses Mizuki's ass, his hips rolling against him a couple of more times before he pulls out slowly, with great care, and Mizuki protests the loss with a disgruntled little sound. “You're insatiable,” Yuuta laughs. He flips their position over so that he is lying on his back with Mizuki straddling his waist.

 

“I think I deserve a reward for going along with this crazy idea of yours,” Mizuki tells him, leaning in to capture Yuuta's mouth in a soft, chaste kiss. “Meet your family indeed! What's the point in that when they don't even know about us?”

 

“The point is that I would like them to know someday,” Yuuta says so softly that you have to strain your ears to hear what he is saying. He twines his fingers through Mizuki's and brings the older man's hand up to his mouth to press a kiss against the back of his hand. “It would be better for them to start getting to know you now. That way, you'll have time to grow on them before they find out.”

 

“You're insulting me!” Mizuki accused, pouting and hitting Yuuta lightly on the chest.

 

“How?”

 

“You're implying that I'm not likable and that I need time to grow on people. Like fungus.”

 

Yuuta smothers another laugh even as he wrinkles his nose in distaste. “I really don't think that this is the appropriate setting to be talking about fungus, Hajime.”

 

So Mizuki allows the matter to drop. He's not looking at you anymore, a sign of dismissal. His focus is on Yuuta, and the expression on the former manager's face has gone soft. You can see...fondness in his eyes for your baby brother, and you can't bring yourself to hate him for that because you know how easy it is to fall in love with Yuuta. You know all too well. “So, someday, huh? It sounds like you have plans for us in the future,” Mizuki remarks casually after a while.

 

“Of course,” Yuuta answers, without giving Mizuki's comment any thought. “Don't you?”

 

“When have you ever known me not to be plotting and scheming about something in advance? This relationship is no different. For example, I know exactly what I want as a present for our one year anniversary two weeks from now.”

 

“I'm going to have to clean out my checking account, aren't I?” Yuuta sounds resigned.

 

“That depends on how much you've got in it.”

 

You leave them then. You are sure that Mizuki will not say anything to your brother. They are happy together, and though they did not once mention the word 'love', you can see it in their demeanor. Your brother touches Mizuki as though he holds every part of the man's body sacred, and Mizuki eyes worship Yuuta every time his gaze closes in on him. You have lost your brother. You know this, and it hurts.

 

When you get to your room, you jerk off, quietly and at a furious pace. You hate yourself for doing this, and you hate Mizuki for being Mizuki. You hate him for doing what you have been unable to accomplish and making Yuuta love him. You would give up all of the tennis games that you won against that man, tennis itself, if things could have turned out differently, if it could have been you in there, making plans with Yuuta for a one year anniversary celebration.

 

A couple of hours later, when you go downstairs to the kitchen because your room feels too enclosed and stifling, you find Mizuki sitting at the table alone. He has a glass of water in front of him, and he looks up as you step into the room. Mizuki tenses up immediately and watches you warily as you approach. You stop when you're standing right in front of him. “Where's Yuuta?” You ask.

 

“Sleeping,” he hesitates before he continues to talk, “Look, Fuji I don't plan on telling him about you seeing us like that. He doesn't even know that you're here. He thinks that you're still in Kyoto, and you can tell him that you arrived just now. You heard what he said. I'm not saying that you have to like me. Hell, I'm not even sure how I feel about you up to now, but please don't make this difficult. I'm willing to try to get along. For Yuuta.”

 

That Mizuki should extend the offer of peace shows you how serious he is about your brother. You smile, even as you feel your world, everything that you hold dear crumbling down around you. You lean over, and when you kiss Mizuki, forcing his mouth open with your teeth and tongue, you imagine that you can taste Yuuta on him. You know that this is as close as you'll ever get to your brother's kisses.

 

You pull back and you see that you have drawn blood on Mizuki's bottom lip. His eyes are wide and there are dark spots of color high on his cheeks. He is spluttering, barely able to get a coherent word out. “How dare you! You're crazy!” he finally manages in a furious whisper. He is unwilling to raise his voice for fear of waking Yuuta.

 

“Game and match, Mizuki Hajime,” you tell him. It's your way of saying that he's won, and you can see from the look in his eyes that he understands this. You turn away, not looking back once as you go upstairs, gather your things from your room, and walk out of your house.

 

~End