Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ OZ ❯ Chapter 4

"OZ"

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Chapter: 4/3

Rating: R

Pairings: Oshitari Yuushi x Gakuto, Atobe x Akira, Oishi + Eiji, Jackal + Bunta, Eiji x Bunta, Jackal x Eiji, Oishi x Bunta

Genre: EXTREME YAOI LEMON

Warnings: characters depicted in homosexual sexual situations of questionable taste.

Spoilers: Rikkai characters

Summary: Emily bribed me. Hence, you get to read about the four-some and two-some merrily skrumping each other senseless.

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

Date Started: June 29, 2004

Status: ???

Revised:

Word Count: 1817

"OZ" Part 4 by Andrea Readwolf

The two redheads turned in unison to the men on the bed and crawled over Oishi and Jackal, kissing, licking, sucking, moaning, writhing... they met in the middle and pressed up against each other, kissing again. And then it became Eiji kissing Oishi and Bunta kissing Jackal, begging, encouraging... hands all over---teasing nipples and belly-rings... cocks and...

It was so easy to slip into old patterns, Bunta thought breathlessly as he arched into Jackal's deceptively rough hands.

"Gods, you're a sight for sore eyes," the dark-skinned man purred, his tongue doing decidedly wicked things to Bunta's ear. It was all the redhead could do to bite back a moan, push the man back onto the bed and fuck himself right then and there on Jackal's proud, hard body. Still---the night was younger; there was time for that later. Right now...

"I wanna see you," Bunta whined, fingers dancing over Jackal's fevered skin. "Wanna see you, baby; wanna see you take Eiji--just like how you used to take me---I wanna see your face--how hot you burn---Let me see it... will you show me?"

"He's not you..."

"Pretend. Just for tonight, pretend that he is me? I'll be right here--I wanna see you burning--"

"For you."

Fingers twined in Bunta's, tugging him back, but Jackal was reluctant to let him go. With a last kiss, the redhead turned away and climbed up easily into Oishi's and Eiji's lap, kissing the other redhead and wiggling against the dark-haired man.

Jackal watched with amusement as Oishi was effectively manipulated by the two redheads until, with a surprised cry and a wanton moan from Bunta, two bodies were intimately joined. Bunta wiggled again, and Oishi groaned---and Jackal knew a moment of jealous sympathy for his dark-haired friend--Bunta could be damn well treacherous when he wiggled like that...

He waited until Eiji seemed satisfied with the other two, enough to look back at Jackal with a nervous but inviting smile---and then he pounced.

Jackal sank his teeth into the tender flesh of Eiji's shoulder, taking delight in the redhead's cry. Bunta moaned, pressing up against Eiji, eyes glittering with excitement, and then the dark-skinned man began to seriously fuck Eiji.

Eiji buried his face against Bunta's neck, allowing the other redhead's skin to soak up each cry that dropped from his lips, and his fingers clawed into Oishi's back and Jackal's thrusts shook all of them.

"Oh, god, Eiji!"

"Syuchiroh!"

"Fuck, Jackal!"

"En!"

Afterwards, they curled up in a heap, Bunta pushing Eiji out of the way so he could stretch out around Jackal's cooling body. "God, baby, that was so fucking hot," he moaned, stretching into Jackal's warm hands as they ran over his back.

"Mmm...hold me," Eiji murmured, pressing up against Oishi with the lazy lassitude brought on by great sex. "Love you; don't let go..."

"Never," Oishi promised, wrapping his arms around the already semi-unconscious redhead and pulling him tight. "I love you, too, Eiji..."

~~~****~~~

Atobe held Akira's hands up over his head, pressed against the mattress by a hand at his wrists while he slowly licked his way across the redhead's chest, soaking up the young man's scent as well as each tiny cry that fell from the man's lips with each swipe of his tongue.

"Are you ready for round two?" he asked, seizing a nipple with his teeth and worrying the tiny nub of flesh.

"Gods, yes! Please! More--I want---" Akira's voice choked off against and Atobe smiled. It appeared his little drummer boy really did have a shy mouth.

"Yes...? What do you want?" he asked, stroking his free hand down the redhead's lithe body. "Tell me, Akira? Do you want me to fuck you?"

The redhead whimpered, stretching his thighs further apart is silent implication--an almost irresistible offering. "Do you want me to shove my hard cock up your ass and fuck you until you cum?"

"Un!"

"Do you want me to fill you with cum, my little slut?" he continued, running his fingers down Akira's pretty little cock and fingering the redhead's entrance, all slick and ready and waiting... "Say it," he ordered. "I want to hear you begging for my cock... right... here..."

Two fingers slipped easily into the well-prepared opening and began thrusting in a slow, easy rhythm. In no time at all, his hot little drummer boy was writhing and moaning on the bed, twisting and crying out for more.

"Ah! Please!"

"Please what?" Atobe pushed, determined to hear the other man say it.

"Uhn! Do it!"

"Do what?" he demanded, purposely brushing his fingertips over the redhead's sweet spot and delighting in the way Akira's body arched off the bed and his voice filled the room.

"Fuck me! Fill me, oh god, fuck me, make me--"

Atobe had already settled himself between the redhead's thighs and was slowly pressing himself into that tight, slick body as he kissed the other man senseless. Or was it him who had gone senseless, he wondered as his entire world melted into a blaze of intense feelings and pleasure.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, ohgod, Keigo...."

He decided he liked the sound of his name falling from his drummer boy's lips and determined to make the other man scream it, snapping his hips forward and slamming his length completely into the other man's tight passage. Their groans mated in the heavy air surrounding them. Atobe fought for leverage, but it was difficult to do anything but mindlessly thrust into the other's willing body--especially considering the way Akira wrapped his muscular legs around Atobe's waist, his arms around his neck, and continued to cry out as each thrust rocked his body with bruising force.

It could have been hours, more likely it was only a handful of seconds, before Atobe's seed was spilling itself freely from his body, gushing forth to fill the redhead who clung to him and whimpered until the pressure was too great and he, too, came with a shout.

He collapsed on top of the redhead moments later; his limbs too fatigued to support him any more. With a tiny whimpered grunt, Akira's legs fell away from his waist and his stretch managed to dislodge their bodies. Atobe slid to the side with a barely audible moan, and once more, he took to trailing his fingers through the slippery sloppiness of the other man's cum, smearing it over his chest and belly, idly drawing pictures with his fingers.

Akira wrinkled his nose and tried to slap his hand away. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Atobe asked innocently, not bothering to hide his lazy smile.

"*That*," the redhead groused.

"Mmm... Would you prefer this...?" he teased, pressing his fingers to Akira's mouth and smearing cum over his lips before the other could turn his face away. "Or maybe this...?" and continued, bringing his fingers to his own lips and licking them clean before sucking the digits into his mouth and purring.

"Mmm... You taste good, Akira... I think I want to taste some more..."

~~~****~~~

Gakuto moaned as bath water sloshed around their legs and torsos, the bubbles teasing his chest as he leaned back into Yuushi, arching into the other man's touch as those long, dexterous fingers played over his chest and stomach. His own arms were wrapped back around Yuushi's neck, his head tilted forward to receive the other man's teasing touches of his kisses, even as his hips flex ever so slowly, languidly, casually filling him, stretching him.... and all Gakuto could really do was moan and beg for more.

"Hand me the soap," Yuushi commanded, and with a tiny mew of protest, Gakuto released his hold on the other man long enough to reach forward for the soap----and moan loudly when the new position shifted the angle of entry, too, rubbing Yuushi's cock directly against his sweet spot.

"Like that, don't you?" Yuushi teased, stroking his back. The dark-haired man slowly rolled his hips, lazily pumping his cock inside Gakuto's hot little ass as the redhead held onto the sides of the bathtub for support, the soap forgotten.

"Mmm... why don't we take this to the bed?" he suggestion, flexing his hips back in response, forcing Yuushi's cock deeper inside his body.

Yuushi surged forward onto his knees, and Gakuto squawked as he almost lost his balance and took a nosedive into the bath water. "I have a better idea--why don't I fuck you right here," he demonstrated, withdrawing just enough to better thrust back inside, "and *then* we can take this to the bedroom....?"

"Oh, gods, yes..." Gakuto cried out, Yuushi's hands on his waist providing him with enough support to find his purchase on the bathtub again. It seemed Yuushi liked to fuck him from behind in bathrooms, but Gakuto didn't mind that any. And if he did, he was too busy screaming his head off with pleasure as Yuushi began to move in earnest behind him, filling him over and over and over again to complain about it.

The bubbles tickled as they ran off his arms and down his stomach, but nothing could really distract from the feel of Yuushi's hard cock stretching him full. Nothing except for the hand that suddenly wrapped around his own cock and started tugging. And the teeth that sank into his neck and the lips that sucked with bruising pressure until Gakuto was trembling in the after effects of cumming yet again that night.

Yuushi was panting heavily in his ear, his body pressing into Gakuto's from behind and above, and Gakuto moved, but Yuushi held on.

"You feel so good..."

"You're gonna be the death of me," Gakuto complained, although his voice lacked any acid.

"Mmm," Yuushi murmured, shifting his hips to press just a little more snuggly against Gakuto's back side. "But what a lovely way to die, eh?" He trailed his lips along side the column of Gakuto's neck, nuzzling behind his ear. "Ready to try out that bed now?"

"Ah, laying down sounds good... but I don't think I could move any at this point," the redhead admitted.

"It's a good thing I can, then," Yuushi replied, and with a squawk, Gakuto found himself lifted out of the bath and carried into the bedroom. The sheets dampened quickly, soaking up the excess moisture from their bodies as Yuushi pulled the cotton around them.

"It's late," he added, settling Gakuto against him. The redhead shifted until he was at least somewhat comfortable--he'd never really liked actually sleeping with someone else, but, he supposed he could try it for a little while at least. "Rest; we still have the morning..."

And wasn't it funny? Gakuto already found himself relaxing into sleep, the clean scent of the bath soap and Yuushi's natural scent surrounding him.

~~~****~~~

Andrea: Well???? Was that more towards your satisfaction, Emily? 'Cause, you *know*, this entire portion was written for you..... so.... yeah... I still want that Rikkai D2 fic!