Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Gravamen ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Gravamen

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 1
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Mukahi Gakuto & Oshitari Yuushi
Genre: Yoai / Romance
Summary: After a fight, Gakuto can't sleep.

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi.

Date Started: January 2005
Status: complete
Word Count: 1182

 

Author's Note:

1. This story is a darivative of a comment (and a hard prod with a pointy object) from 'suteishichic' and a wandering scene snippet from myself concerning possibilities in her story, "Learning to Land".

[[he'll probably even decide that he doesn't like sleeping alone and some time during the night sneak back into Yuushi's bed... and settle right down... and then he'd get back to thinking.... And there's this beautiful body... just begging to be touched and loved on.... and...]]

"now see, someone writing a fic like that based on my fic I would NOT friggin mind at all!!!!!!!!!! So HOT!"

 

2. [gravamen] means the 'basic or significant part of a grievance or complaint' according to Websters.

 

 

"Gravamen" by Andrea Readwolf

 

There were two beds in their dorm room. Everyone know this; just as everyone knew one of those beds was there strictly because there were two students occupying the room and dorm rules strictly stated that there must be one bed per student per dorm room--regardless of whether that bed was used or not.

 

Tonight that second bed was being utilized by its proper owner.

 

Mukahi Gakuto huffed and jerked onto his other side, kicking at the sheets and blankets tangling his legs. Gakuto didn't like sleeping with sheets or blankets, but he got cold easily. Usually the problem was easily solved in the form of Yuushi's larger, warmer body, but tonight Yuushi was occupying the bed they normally shared by himself.

 

They'd had another fight earlier tonight, which hadn't been resolved by the time Yuushi had announced he was going to bed. Damn Yuushi anyway. Laying there, sleeping away so peacefully like nothing in the world was wrong...

 

Frustrated and annoyed, Gakuto kicked off his bed sheets and climbed out of bed. He told himself he was just going to the bathroom, but somehow he didn't make it past the other bed. Staring down at Yuushi's sleeping face, Gakuto noticed the tiny lines marring the tensai's forehead. He wasn't sleeping as peacefully as he would have had Gakuto believe, then.

 

"Dummy Yuushi," the redhead muttered, pushing him over far enough to make room for himself. Yuushi moved easily, long used to his companions more.... active sleeping habits, and Gakuto crawled into bed with him, relaxing into Yuushi's body even as the sleeping tensai draped an arm around him.

 

The tiny wrinkle forming between Yuushi's eyebrows melted away, and Gakuto frowned. There was something intoxicating in knowing you had so much power over another person; something terrifying realizing someone has so much power over you. So many people who looked at his and Yuushi's relationship tended to think that Yuushi was the one who controlled things, who controlled Gakuto. But that wasn't true at all.

 

Only Yuushi and Gakuto, and the people who knew them--understood them well--understood the truth. It wasn't Yuushi who controlled Gakuto. It wasn't even Gakuto who controlled Yuushi, although that was the most obvious other choice. No, the real answer to the puzzle that was Yuushi and Gakuto was that it was mutual control. No, not even 'control' really fit for what they had together.

 

They just fit.

 

Gakuto wasn't a romantic like Yuushi, but even he had to give in a little after five years and still going strong. It wasn't so much completing the other as complimenting his strengths and overshadowing his weaknesses. They just worked.

 

As he reflecting on their relationship, Gakuto slowly ran his fingers up and down Yuushi's body. Down his chest and back up, along his shoulders and down across Yuushi's thighs---Yuushi was very well formed. It was just one of the many things Gakuto appreciated about him.

 

Yuushi was also very giving of himself, generous almost to a fault, Gakuto thought as his smaller hand wrapped around the flaccid length sleeping between Yuushi's thighs. A smirk quirked his lips at how easily it was to 'wake' his partner up, and shimmying down the bed until he could take the swelling flesh into his mouth.

 

Slowly he bobbed up and down Yuushi's length, occasionally pausing to run his tongue up along the large vein or suck one of Yuushi's balls into his mouth.

 

From the top of the bed, Yuushi moaned, and a hand worked its way into

Gakuto's hair, fingers threading through the pillow-mused strands until his palm could cup Gakuto's head and gentle massage.

 

"Mmm. Feels good, Gakuto~" the darker man whispered sleepily.

 

"I'm always 'good'," he retorted, climbing up Yuushi's body tog et to his lips.

 

"Yes, you are," Yuushi murmured in agreement, running his hands down Gakuto's back.

 

Meanwhile Gakuto's leg was sliding suggestively between Yuushi's as he continued to nibble and kiss the tensai wherever the urge took him. "Yuushi~, I want--"

 

He pulled back a little to look down at the dark man laying spread beneath him, slowly, deliberately sliding a hand over Yuushi's hip and not saying another word.

 

Eye met and held as Yuushi smiled lazily and murmured, "Of course," drawing Gakuto back to him for another lingering kiss and reading for the special jar of lubricant they kept on the beside table.

 

Gakuto had half a mind to be annoyed at Yuushi's obvious amusement at his seeming embarrassment in asking for this. If it had been anyone else but Yuushi, he would have punched them and stalked back to his own bed. In fact, there had been a few times in the early years of their relationship when Gakuto had done just that.

 

But he'd long gotten passed that, even if he hadn't pushed away all of his shyness in asking Yuushi for this. It was just a natural part of their relationship--Yuushi was always so giving, even in this, and Gakuto had never had any problems with demanding to be fucked--Yuushi was an excellent and skilled lover, after all. But sometimes...

 

Yuushi actually sighed when Gakuto slid his fingers against his opening, a little warning before he started preparing him. Yuushi continued kissing him, too, which Gakuto kinda liked. Yuushi was a good kisser.... even if he did talk too much sometimes.

 

"Feels good," the dark-haired man murmured, pressing himself into Gakuto. "But... I know something that would feel even better.... Gakuto.... "

 

"Shut up, Yuushi," he ordered, although he knew his voice lacked any heat or authority as Yuushi's hand wrapped around both their cocks and started slowly smoothing lube over them both.

 

"What are you waiting for, Gakuto?" he purred, ghosting his lips away to brush kisses against his ear.

 

Yuushi wasn't as flexible or bendy as Gakuto was, it's true, but the man was by no means inhibited. A leg landed on Gakuto's shoulder as another urged him closer--not that Gakuto needed much encouraging. Their lips were on each other's again when Gakuto slowly penetrated Yuushi's body, and their moans and groans mangled and tangled together in a chorus, a crescendo rising faster and higher with each screaming heartbeat until it crashed down upon them, leaving both young men sweaty and breathing heavily.

 

After a moment, Yuushi's leg slid off Gakuto's shoulder, and Gakuto's body sagged onto Yuushi's, and they laid there together, sweaty and panting and smiling. Slowly, Yuushi's fingers started running through Gakuto's hair, softly combing the red strands smooth.

 

"Dummy Gakuto," Yuushi murmured sleepily. "You don't need to pick a fight with me whenever you want me. Just tell me."

 

Gakuto hit him... but he was too sleepy for it to have any force behind it. "I did tell you," he mumbled, settling down closer to Yuushi--he was cold. "Five hours ago..."

 

"Go to sleep, Gakuto."

 

"You, too."

 

"Ah. Good night."

 

"Good night."

 

Minutes passed by, and then--

 

"Love you."

 

"Ah. I know. I love you, too."

 

And Gakuto smiled, thinking, of course he knew. Yuushi was a fucking genius. A dummy, but a tensai dummy.

 

~owarimasu~

 

[eyes that OtoriShishido bunny warily]

Andrea: Stay away....

[bunny looks even more cute and innocent]

Andrea: Uh uh... I ain't buying it. Go cute on someone else... You and I both know I can't write OtoriShishido to save my life... it just. doesn't. work.

[bunny looks super cute and cuddly]

Andrea {moans} no~.... I still have to write the Ann-Atobe fic I started yesterday... and Yagyuu's part for "Reflections"... and... and... dammit. I'm not getting out of this, am I?

[sighs resignedly]

Andrea: I *so* blame suteishichic for this, I hope you know... >.<