Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Puppy Love ❯ Chapter 1

"Puppy Love"

~A Game Worth Winning~ "Prince of Tennis" Fanfic Series

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Chapter: 1/ 1

Rating: R

Pairings: Fuji + Tezuka

Genre: Fluffy, manipulative smut

Series Rating: Mature for sexual content

Series Pairings: Kikumaru + Oishi, Tezuka + Fuji, Echizen + Momoshiro, Inui + Kaidoh

Warnings: Underage characters in homosexual romantic and sexual situations of self-discovery. Characters are written in character according to author's interpretation.

Spoilers: n/a

Summary: Whatever Fuji wants, Fuji gets... and little Tezuka, little Fuji wants...

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

Notes: This story takes place during the Seigaku University Years, so the "senior" boys are 20-21.

Date Started: July 2, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: July 15, 2004

Word Count: 1927

"Puppy Love"

"C'mon, Fujiko!" Eiji laughed, tugging on his best friend's hands.

Fuji fell against his friend as they stumbled to kick off their shoes in the entryway. And then Eiji was tugging him through the house and into the kitchen, calling, "I'm home! Ne, Mama? Sister?"

"Yes, yes, Eiji-chan, we're back here!"

Even before they burst into the kitchen, Fuji could hear the noise-- women chattering, children giggling, and puppies yapping.

"I brought Fujiko with me!" the redhead added as they skidded along the polished wood floor, managing to stop mere meters before the plastic playpen dominating a large portion of the kitchen.

"Ah! Syusuke-kun! How good to see you again, dear. How is your mother? And that captain of yours? Have you been eating enough? You look all skin and bones! Here, let me get you some vegetable stew. I just made it--"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kikumaru--Thank you for your hospitality, as always. I could never turn down food coming from your kitchen. It's too delicious to refuse. My mother is doing well, as is Kunimitsu. He apologizes for being unable to visit today. Unfortunately he had an exam."

"Not a problem. I'll just give you some food to take back with you. And how are your classes going? Here, you just start in on that. Have you finally chosen a major, yet? Eiji tells me you've been flitting around from college to college, changing your major almost as many times as he has!"

"Mama! Fujiko came over to see the puppies!" Eiji laughed from the center of the playpen where he was busy being chomped and climbed on by seven, chubby, squiggly puppies. "Not lectured!"

Fuji laughed, obediently eating from the plate of rice and vegetables. "That's all right, Eiji. I don't mind, and I know Kunimitsu will enjoy any food you've made, too, so I'd be delighted to take some home. I'm afraid I haven't chosen a new major, yet. I don't think I will be graduating with everyone else next Spring. But you have such adorable puppies! I might be tempted to try and take one home with me!"

"Oh, that would be nice--this litter's almost completely weaned from their mom now--they'll be ready for new homes next week and, really, we only have homes for three as of yet!"

"Here! Fujiko!" Eiji laughed as he passed his friend one of the piles of bones and fluff.

"Eiji! Not at the table!" his mother protested as the puppy quickly rearranged herself so she could lick at Fuji's face and sniff his ears and hair before attempting to help herself to Fuji's plate of food, too.

"Oh no, little one. I don't think so," he told her playfully tapping her on the nose. "That's mine."

She yelped, licking and nipping at his fingers.

In no time at all, Fuji found himself on the floor playing tug-a-war with a nursing towel, and it was almost an hour later when he had a lapful of sleeping puppy that the adults sat around and contentedly talked about this and that.

Fuji smelled very much of puppy by the time he returned home that evening, with the large Tupperware bowl Mrs. Kikumaru had indeed filled with vegetable stew and pushed at him.

"You smell like--" Tezuka greeted as he approached the older man for a kiss.

"Puppies!" Fuji answered cheerfully, stealing his kiss as the other man seemed hesitant. "Mmm. Remember Eiji was telling us last weekend that his sister had another litter?"

"She should seriously get that dog fixed," Tezuka frowned.

"Uh, but they're really cute. You should stop by and see them," Fuji continued, moving into the wash area and quickly stripping. "There's this one, she's such a cutey. Your heart would just melt--"

"Syusuke," Tezuka's voice warned as the water started up.

"Besides, I think Eiji's mom would like to see you again. She has always liked you, you know. It's a good thing you don't like older women, or I'd have to get jealous."

"Syusuke--"

The steam poured out of the open doorway, framing Fuji's naked body where he stood smiling at Tezuka pleasantly. "Ne, Kunimitsu...come wash my back for me?"

"We are *not* getting a dog," Tezuka stated.

Fuji continued to smile, holding out his hands to Tezuka and taking a step back into the steamy bathing room. "I never said anything about getting a dog," he pointed out when Tezuka followed, and together they began to undress the taller man.

"I know you," the other replied, mouth finding Fuji's effortlessly and tongue sliding between his lips. "I know what you're thinking."

"Mmm.... that I want to fuck you?" Fuji purred teasingly, shifting a leg between Tezuka's thighs. "That I want to hear you beg me to let you come?" He bit Tezuka's lip, reaching for the soap and the other man maneuvered them under the shower spray.

"No dogs!" the taller man gasped, arching back and crying out as Fuji pressed two soapy fingers inside his entrance and quickly stretched him. Fuji's lips were pressing against his throat, and from the sting, Tezuka knew he would have a mark there. He ignored it, reaching instead for the lubricant they kept in the soap dish.

It took some maneuvering, but soon enough Tezuka found himself turned around, supporting himself with his arms on the tub basin as the hot water sprayed over his back, chasing away the soap bubbles Fuji had lathered over him, inside of him.

"Ready?" Fuji breathed, pressing between him and the water spray, spreading his legs just that little more wider apart.

"Ah."

Sharp teeth sank into his shoulder, causing him to tense up and grunt even as Fuji's length pressed into him. Their groans mated and reverberated in the cramped space of the bathing room.

"You feel...so good," Fuji moaned against his ear, hips shifting that little bit more that would plant him fully inside Tezuka's body.

"Syusuke..."

"I love the way you say my name..."

"Syusuke..."

Fuji's hands trailed up and down Tezuka's chest, sliding easily over the wet skin.

"Mmm?"

"Move!" Tezuka demanded with a sharp growl, muscles clamping down in emphasis.

Fuji chuckled, skimming his hand lower to casually wrap around Tezuka's arousal.

"Oh? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes..."

"Ride you hard?"

"Yes..."

"Make you come?"

"Syusuke..."

"Mmm...I love to hear you beg almost as much as I love to hear you say my name," he answered, slowly undulating his hips and groaning as he began to slide in and out of Tezuka's body.

"Harder," Tezuka panted, and Fuji complied, smacking their pelvises together with enough force to shake Tezuka's grip on the tub.

"Like that?"

"Faster."

Smiling, Fuji gradually increased his thrusts until they had reached the pace that he knew the other man loved best.

"More!" Tezuka gasped, and they slid onto their knees, moaning, and Fuji released whatever control he'd managed to maintain and allowed his body to have its way with Tezuka's. He was aware of the other man beneath him, surrounding him, begging him for more, begging for release---

And then the blinding intensity of orgasm, whitening out all his senses. He was able to bring Tezuka there, too, with a few more tugs on the other man's cock, and then he remained pressed intimately against his lover until Tezuka had had enough of kneeling on the shower floor and wanted up. They helped each other find their feet again, and then quickly finished off their shower.

It was back in their bedroom, while they were pulling out clothes to get dressed in, that Tezuka reiterated, "No dogs."

Fuji turned to him, smiled, and replied, "Of course."

"Be sensible," the older man growled, tugging on a pair of sweat pants. "Both of us travel a lot, and dogs require a lot of attention; between tennis and school when would we have time to care for a dog?"

Fuji continued to smile. "Of course, Tezuka."

Tezuka visibly winced. "A puppy is even more of a responsibility than an adult dog," he pointed out. "You'd have to train it on top of feeding it, and walking it, and grooming it..."

"I said, 'of course'," Fuji snapped, turning away and tugging back the futon comforter. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm feeling a little tired. I think I'll go to bed now."

Tezuka paused in the doorway, looking back at his boyfriend. "But that program you wanted to see on TV is coming on in a few minutes."

"I'm not interested anymore."

Shoulders slumping just that little bit, Tezuka sighed and heading for the TV room. He set the VCR to record before settling himself with some of his textbooks on the couch. He knew better than to push anymore right then and there.

Several hours later, when he finally crawled into bed, Fuji rolled over him, straddling Tezuka's waist and kissing him hungrily. It was easy work to remove his boxer shorts and Tezuka's sweatpants, and moments after Fuji's slick lube-coated hand was caressing Tezuka's length, the younger man was pressing his body down on Tezuka's cock, moaning as strong hands gripped his hips with enough pressure to bruise.

The blond rode him quickly, passionately, wildly--arching his back and crying out when one of Tezuka's strong hands wrapped around his cock and lips found a rather sensitive nipple. Then Fuji sank back onto Tezuka's chest, allowing the other man's arms to wrap around him and roll them over, graciously raising himself to meet the continued thrusts of his lover until Tezuka groaned and slumped against him.

Silence enveloped them for several minutes, unbroken until--

"We're still not getting a dog."

"Of course not, Kunimitsu."

"Syusuke..."

"It's late. Go to sleep."

*

Sundays were great days. Even the University wasn't sadistic enough to hold classes on Sunday, and since the season had ended several weeks earlier, even the tennis club practice schedule had lightened enough to allow for an occasional Sunday off. And since Tezuka and Fuji were both very good students who never, ever procrastinated--not to mention that there were no reports or papers due Monday or Tuesday (and Fuji already had an idea about what he wanted to write for the paper that was due Wednesday), they spent the day indoors.

Eventually they actually made it to the kitchen for some real food, and once they even ventured into the TV room, but it wasn't until the phone rang late that afternoon that either man made an effort to get dressed.

"Who was that?" Tezuka asked, nibbling on Fuji's shoulder.

"Eiji. His mother wants us to come to dinner tonight."

Tezuka groaned, falling back against the futon. "We are *not* getting a dog," he repeated for about the millionth time.

"Mmm," Fuji 'agreed'. "C'mon, we should get dressed."

*

Tezuka sighed. Fuji smiled.

"Let's name her 'Lola'," the blond suggested, rubbing the contented puppy's tummy.

"We are *not* naming her 'Lola'," Tezuka growled as he carefully laid out a perfect square of newspaper in the bathing room. "And she is *not* sleeping on the bed with us. Syusuke? Are you listening to me?"

"Mmm," the blond replied, thinking about possible titles for that Psych paper he was supposed to turn in on Wednesday---"Sex Sells"? "The Persuasive Powers of Sex"?

The puppy curled up next to his belly, burying her cold nose against his chest and licked him. Fuji laughed, giving her another affectionate rub.

"Whatever Lola Wants... Lola Gets:

A Short Study of the Persuasive Powers of Sex

By Fuji Syusuke"

~Owarimasu~