Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Revenge ❯ Passion in the Locker Room ( Chapter 7 )

Love's Revenge

 

By: Angelic Chaos

 

Rating: NC-17 (for future lemon in a later chapter)

 

Disclaimer: Me don't own. You don't sue. ^^

 

A/N Alright this chap may have OOC, but I am going to do my best to keep them as much as in Character as I can. I have now settled on a the pairing that I want but just to be mean I am not going to tell you here. You will just have to read the chap and find out for yourself, if you have not already figure out the pairing. Please enjoy the chap. Ja ne! ^^ )

 

~Re-Chap~

 

“Well I am getting tired of this game. It has become rather…boring.” Fuji stated.

 

Ryoma held his breath. What in the world his he trying to say? Is he saying that he doesn't want to see me anymore, and that he just wants to call it quits? Please God, don't let it be that, anything but that.

 

 

* Chapter 7 *

 

Ryoma remained silent, waiting for Fuji to continue, even with his mind screaming and yelling at him, he still managed to keep a come expression on his face. Now matter what Fuji was going to say, he refused to freak out. What ever it was, he was going to handle it just fine, and walk out of that locker room with his head held up high. “Don't get me wrong. It has been fun playing this little game with them, but I think it has reached its end.” Fuji finished. Ryoma's heart sank. This was not something he saw coming. He wants to call it quits? Well fine if he just wants to quit on it just like that, that is fine with me, why should I care. This was all just a game anyway, I knew from the beginning this was going nowhere, but even knowing that, I still feel for the guy. That will teach me not to fall for you heart breakers. Ryoma fished putting on his shirt and grabbed his bag, putting it on his should. “Fine. Do what you like. See you tomorrow Fuji.” Ryoma turned to walk out of the locker room. Fuji saw the disappointment and hurt look in Ryoma's eyes. It was faint but still there.

 

“Ryoma wait.” Fuji called to him, getting up. “What is wrong?”

 

“Nothing. If you want to call it quits, that is fine with me. Just don't expect me to stick around.” Ryoma stated at the door, looking over his shoulder.

 

“Ryoma?” Fuji asked softly

 

“What?” Ryoma turned fully around.

 

“What are you mad about?” Asked Fuji.

 

Ryoma blinked a little taken aback. True he was upset about Fuji just wanting to call their relationship off like that but how did he know.

 

“What are you talking about?” Ryoma asked.

 

“This. You're leaving. Why?” Fuji tilted his head, and slit frown forming on his lips.

 

“Well I take it that you are ending our relationship. So why should I stay?”

 

Fuji smiled at him. “Yes in a why I did, but that doesn't mean we have to stop see each other.”

 

Ryoma was effectively confused. “But our whole relationship was a lie. What would be the point to keep dating?” He asked

 

Fuji move up to Ryoma, looking seductively down at him. “Well you see. I believe that this relationship stopped being a “lie” a while ago. As for the point, we can keep dating because we want to. That is all the reasons we need.” Fuji leaned down closer to Ryoma's ear. “I want you Ryoma. I want to be with you.” He whispered.

 

A shiver rolled down Ryoma's back at the sound of Fuji's words. His had to force himself to speak. “What about Tezuka? I though you wanted him?” He asked, glad that his voice didn't crack.

 

“I did but now I don't. You see. I have fallen for you Ryoma. All that time we spent together…alone, made me see. It's not Tezuka I want but you.” Fuji brought his hands up to Ryoma's shoulders, massaging them gently before moving his hands down Ryoma's arms and stroked his hips softly for a moment before bringing them around his back, slowly moving Ryoma closer to him.

 

Ryoma's mind slowly started to fog over. Damn why does he have to be so good at this?

 

“You seem to change your mind a lot.” Ryoma whispered hoarsely, lightly leaning into Fuji's chest.

 

“Maybe but I always get what I want.” Fuji closed the distance between them. He leaned down placing his lips upon his. The kiss was soft as first, but then deepened. Fuji began to nibble on Ryoma's bottom lip, asking for entrance. It was granted as Ryoma let out a soft moan. Dropping his bag, he reaped his arms around Fuji's neck, pulling him closer still. Fuji slipped his tongue in Ryoma's warm awaiting mouth. He explored it for a moment, tracing his tongue around to soft surface of the inner walls, and then begins to coax Ryoma's tongue to come out and play. He was not disappointed. Ryoma responded immediately, playing and fighting for dominance, with Fuji's tongue. Fuji quickly won the battle for dominance. Ryoma gave another moan, sighing with contentment at Fuji's display of dominance. He knew that Fuji was the only person he could or ever would surrender to. Fuji knew this as well and took advantage of it. They broke away slowly because of a lack of air. Fuji began to trail feather soft kisses down Ryoma's face, jaw, and neck.

 

Ryoma smirked, his breath heady, and leaning his head to the side gives Fuji more room. After a moment, Ryoma found the breath to respond to Fuji's last comment before he had kissed him. “But you did not get Tezuka now did you?”

 

Fuji moved up Ryoma's neck, chuckling. Leave it to Ryoma to have an elephant's memory, even during a heated embrace. He gave Ryoma's earlobe, a soft tug. Which earned him another moan. “True. But, I didn't put my full effort into it now did I? I was having to much fun with you to worry about it to much.”

 

Ryoma had to tighten his hold on Fuji's shoulders to keep standing. His knees felt like they would buckle under him any moment. Fuji scented this, and backed Ryoma up against the wall, using it to help support Ryoma's weight. Ryoma let out a loud moan as Fuji brushed his hips and groan against his. Ryoma immediately bucked his hips aback against Fuji's, increasing the friction. This time it was Fuji who moaned, he could feel Ryoma hardened erection, against his own.

 

Ryoma traced his hands down Fuji's chest, bring them to rest against his already harden nipples. Bushing his thumbs over them, he could feel them tighten even more through Fuji's thin shirt. Fuji arched into the touch, rocking his hips harder against Ryoma's.

 

“Ah…Ryoma…”

 

Ryoma looked up into Fuji's face, seeing it full of pleasure. Smirking proudly he released Fuji's nipples and moved his hand further down his chest and abdomen. He stroked Fuji's sides and he skillfully pulled Fuji's short up, placing his hands inside, caressing Fuji's bare skin. Fuji shivered. “R-Ryoma?” He moaned softly.

 

“Hai?” Ryoma asked softly. He pushed his hands up Fuji's shirt further, stocking Fuji's bare back, then brought his hands to the front, repeating to movements on his chest. Brushing again the nipples again, Ryoma pull the shirt up further, revealing the harden pink buds to him. He liked his lips slightly as he leaned in and attached the right nipples with his lips and mouth. Fuji let out a sound between a groan and a sigh. He ached up into Ryoma, bringing his hands up into the dark locks of Ryoma's hair. Ryoma littlie flicked Fuji's nipple with his tongue. Swirling his tongue around the buddy, he pull it between his teeth, bit down, punching the nipple. Fuji hissed, his grip tightening in Ryoma's hair. Ryoma gave his apologies like to the assaulted nipple. Pulling it into his mouth once again, he suckled on it, as he brought his other hand up and pulled the other nipple rolling it between his four finger and thrum.

 

“Ah…Ryoma…please.”

 

“Please what?” Ryoma mumbled against Fuji's nipple, still working it between his lips.

 

“Please…stop.” Fuji pulled on Ryoma's hair, trying to pull him away for his chest.

 

“What!” Ryoma pulled back, staring up at Fuji in confusion.

 

“Please stop. Not here.” Fuji whispered, his breath raged.

 

Ryoma continued to stare up at Fuji, confusion filled his face and eyes. Why did he tell me to stop? Did he not like what I was doing? But his face it was showing pleasure!

 

Fuji began to catch his breath, looking down at Ryoma he saw the look of confusion there. He chuckled softly, being about to read his thought through the expression on his face. Fuji kissed him softly on the lips, pulling him into a tight embrace. “No, It's not you, or something you did, it just…”

 

“Just what?” Ryoma asked, still confused, but returned the hug.

 

“I just don't think, we should do this hear. If we let this continue in the way it was going, I would have taken you right here, in this old locker room, and I don't want that. I want our first time to be…well special.”

 

Blinking Ryoma realized what Fuji was saying. He was right. If he hadn't stopped them when he did, they would probably would have had sex, right there in the locker room. Where anyone could have walked in to them. Not that Ryoma hadn't considered being intimate with Fuji, it was just that when and if they ever were, he didn't want it to be anywhere they could be disturbed, and differently not in a dank old, smelly, locker room.

 

Ryoma nodded his head. “Yes I agree. When we do this, it should not be here.”

 

Fuji blinked. “Ryoma do you realize what you are saying? By the way it sounds you are saying you want to be with me. In every meaning of the words.” He stared into Ryoma's eyes, searching for the true meaning of his words.

 

“I know perfectly well what I am saying. Why are you so shocked, if I didn't want to be with you, do you really think I would be here, with you, like this?” Ryoma stated, raising an eyebrow.

 

Fuji laughed pulling Ryoma tighter against him, nuzzling his neck.

 

“What are you laughing at?” Asked Ryoma, watching Fuji from the corner of his eye.

 

Fuji pulled back, smiling. “It's nothing. Its just relief.” Fuji clamed Ryoma's lips, kissing him deeply. Ryoma responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Fuji's neck, pulling closer, and opening his mouth slightly, allowing Fuji entrance. Accepting the offer, slipping his tongue inside and tasted Ryoma fully. Ryoma moaned into the kiss, he unconsciously bucked his hips up against Fuji's. Fuji let out a soft grown, pulling away breaking the kiss. He rested his forehand against Ryoma's panting softly. “Keep doing that and I will tack you right here.” He whispered hoarsely.

 

Ryoma smirked. He rubbed his hips against Fuji's once more before pulling away. Fuji let out a light growl. “You are a tease, do you know that?”

 

“I only learn from the best.” Ryoma smirked. “Now are you going to let me out, or are we going to stand here all day?”

 

Fuji stepped to the side. “By all means.”

 

“Thank you. See you tomorrow. Fuji.” Ryoma walked out the door, not looking back.

 

Fuji watched him leave for a moment then turn around to gather his own stuff, when his foot kicked something on the floor. It was Ryoma's bag completely forgotten. Fuji smirked to himself. His mind already working on a plot to get his Ryoma into bed with him, soon then he first expated.

 

TBC…

 

Author Note: Well there you go people that is your chap. I bet you are really wanting to kill me right now, but I worn you if you kill me now you will diffenetly never get your lemon. So just hold tight, your lemon is coming up. I just am not saying when. R/R Ja ne! ^^ )