Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Rikkaidai Doubles ❯ Chapter 1

"Rikkaidai Doubles"

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Part 1/?

Rating: R

Pairings: Yagyuu, Niou, Jackal, & Marui

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: NCS, angst, group sex

Spoilers: D1-switch; this is *not* a good fic to read if you are not already familiar with the Rikkaidai characters, as this is quite a bastardized introduction to them.

Summary: Marui has a slight problem with homosexuality and the others have some highly unorthodox ideas to help him 'get over it' >.<

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

Started: July 7, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: September 22, 2004

Words counted: 2269/2350

Notes: the boys are in high school, by the way.

"Rikkaidai Doubles"

Marui Bunta stared at the note with a pouting frown.

<<Meet me in the tearoom after practice>>

It didn't take a genius to figure out whom it was from. He knew it wasn't from any of his many admirers because the note lacked any cutesy hearts or puffy-paint gel-pen flourishments or the scent of perfume the girls liked to embellish love notes with.

That, and it was just too much of a coincidence.

~~

"I don't know," Bunta frowned, twirling a lock of strawberry hair around his fingers.

"It's fun," Niou grinned at him, stealing a stick of gum from the redhead's pack. "And it feels really great."

Wrinkling his nose and snatching his gum pack back before the silver-brown-haired teen could help himself to any more, Bunta blew a bubble and cracked it. "I still don't know. It seems... unnatural."

If anything, Niou Masaharu's grin widened. "All the more fun! You should try it. I could give you some hints? Or maybe Jackal," he suggested slyly, laughing as he watched a flustered blush stain the other teen's cheeks. "I can't believe you're a high school student!"

"Shut up," Bunta protested, turning away and taking a rather large bite from his custard pie.

Niou made a little noise in his throat, and Bunta looked up questioningly, startled to see the other teen leaning closer to him. Bunta froze; Masaharu's eyes dropped from his violet eyes as he leaned in closer and--

Bunta leapt back, tripping and falling out of his chair and staring up at his teammate with wide, horrified eyes.

"You had a little bit of custard," Niou said, grinning wildly, tickling the corner of his mouth with one hand as the other stole a finger-full of custard from the pie, holding it up in display before sucking the digit into his mouth. "Talk to you later, Bunta-kun."

It took the redhead a moment before he was able to reply. "Dammit, Niou! Stay away from my pie!"

~~

He could just ignore the summons.... or he could go...

Niou was probably expecting him to just tear up the note and go home; wouldn't it just goat the bloody trickster all the more if he did go? But then, Bunta was... curious.

It wouldn't hurt to just... go, and see what Niou wanted, would it?

He finished changing back into his school uniform and grabbed his bags, still unsure of where he would go. He should probably go home and get dinner started....

So of course he found himself standing outside the tearoom several minutes later.

"Oiya! Niou! What did you want?" he called out as he slid the door open.

"Come on in, Bunta. Look! I even made some tea," the other teen grinned, gesturing at the service tea set.

"Look, Niou, I really can't stay late, tonight," the redhead groused, still coming inside and slipping his shoes off before stepping on the mat. "I have to get home and start dinner, and--"

"You have time for a cup of tea," the teen waved away Bunta's worries and poured two cups of steaming green tea. "And we can continue our little talk from this afternoon."

Bunta wrinkled his nose at the tea---green tea, after all, was known for its bitter taste... but surprisingly, the hot drink was sweeter than he remembered.

"I added a special additive," Niou commented. "Does it taste okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Good, I'm glad."

Bunta frowned, looking up at the other teen with a suspicious gaze.

That was when the silver-brown haired teen attacked him.

"What the hell--!"

~*~

Masaharu could be a very patient young man. No, really, he could. After all, patience was a highly valued virtue to one who was known as the Trickster. Sometimes the anticipation of the climax of a trick was one of the greatest feelings in Masaharu's young life.

When he wasn't playing a trick, however, Masaharu was a very hormonal, emotional, and *IM*patient teenager.

And right now Masaharu's impatience had boiled straight into annoyance. He had been waiting by the school gate to bushwhack Marui on his way home--and perhaps get the other boy to talk to him some more on the very fascinating topic of sex.

Masaharu really did find the other teen's reaction to sex quite amusing--especially the redhead's insistence that it was wrong and dirty, even though he couldn't seem to stop checking out Jackal's ass, and Masaharu had even caught the other teen staring a little too long at Yagyuu and himself on several occasions.

Not that Masaharu could blame his friend. After all, everyone in the tennis world knew Rikkaidai had the hottest doubles team on and off the court. But Bunta just couldn't seem to get it through his head that two guys screwing each other was a perfectly fine and quite enjoyable experience.

Masaharu made his way back to the tennis clubroom to find his redhead friend, but the clubroom was surprisingly empty. Okay, that was strange. It wasn't that late, was it, he wondered, frowning puzzled.

And then he saw it.

It was a simple piece of notebook paper, sitting innocently on the bench.

Curious, Masaharu picked it up and read it.

"Hn."

~~*~~

Bunta grunted as he was practically slammed into, losing his balance and crashing back onto the tatami mats. He tried to push the other teen off of him, but his body's actions seemed muddled--weighted.

"Get off me," Bunta growled, but it came out as more of a slur.

The body above him didn't move away however. It pressed closer, ramming bony hips into Bunta's, shoving a thigh against Bunta's crotch until the redhead cried out.

"Stop it!"

"Don't wanna," the boy above him purred against Bunta's ear, and realization accompanied panic constricting the redhead's throat and chest painfully.

"Fuck you, Yagyuu."

'Niou' smiled and pressed his face against Bunta's. "Now you're getting the idea," he replied before shoving his mouth onto Bunta's and forcing his tongue past the redhead's lips.

Bunta tried to fight him off, but it was no use. His body wasn't responding properly. He could *feel*--oh, gods, he could feel everything. It was as if his senses were heighten by his inability to react, to move... The tatami mat, hard, unyielding under his back... Yagyuu's fingers, teasing his skin as they effortlessly unbuttoned Bunta's school shirt... and his pants. One smooth hand encircled Bunta's cock and stroked assuredly, and Bunta cried out for a whole new reason.

He tried to distract his mind from what was happening to his body. He focused on his self-hatred, angry for not noticing sooner that 'Niou' wasn't Niou at all, but Yagyuu, the trickier of the two tricksters....

Normally Yagyuu was the perfect representation of the nickname Niou had bestowed upon him years ago: the Gentleman, there to curb the Trickster. But when the two doubles players started switching personas, an interesting side effect was noticed.

Niou was a lot more mean and nasty when it was really Yagyuu who was Niou and not Masaharu. It was as if all of Yagyuu's composure and restraint flew out the window completely. There were only three people who seemed able to handle him then--Masaharu, of course, because he really *was* Niou, and sometimes he was Yagyuu, too; Yagyuu, for whatever reasons, but probably because Yagyuu was almost always able to control Niou's more wilder attitudes; and Yukimura, because he was Yukimura and he controlled everyone, whether they knew it or not.

A Niou who was really Yagyuu was a dangerous person to be around if neither partner nor captain was in near proximity to somewhat restrain him... And that was the situation Bunta found himself in, now.

Bunta would have gasped if he could when something was suddenly thrust up *inside* his body. Down *there*.

Terrified eyes looked up into Yagyuu's face, silently begging the other boy to stop this.

"Relax, Bunta-kun," Yagyuu purred in a mockery of Niou's tone. "Just relax and let me show you how good it can really feel."

And he pressed his finger deeper inside Bunta's passage, wiggling and teasing and--

Bunta tried to scream when Yagyuu's finger touched *something* inside him--. He screwed his eyes shut, as if by somehow not looking at Yagyuu he could negate what was happening to his body. He would have screamed again when Yagyuu rearranged his legs and pressed the blunt tip of his penis against Bunta's opening...

And then Yagyuu was pressing inside him, and Bunta could do no more than whimper at the burning, tearing arch of his nether regions.

"'M gonna make you come so hard," 'Niou' growled as he withdrew a little and then slammed his hips back into Bunta's pelvis.

"You don't say," a new voice answered, and Bunta's eyes flew open to see the real Niou standing just inside the doorway.

Bunta tried to call out to him, but his voice still wouldn't work properly, and it all came out as a whimpered slur rather than an articulate cry for help.

Niou slid the door shut behind him and stepped further into the room. "It's not like you to be so impatient, Hiroshi," Niou continued. "To begin without me? I'm disappointed in you. Why, where are your manners?"

Yagyuu growled and reached up to grab a handful of Niou's school shirt, yanking the other teen down onto the mats with them, slashing his mouth over Niou's in a hungry kiss. Quick reflexes caught Niou from toppling over onto Bunta as the gray-haired teen eagerly returned Yagyuu's kiss, and for a moment, Yagyuu stopped thrusting into Bunta's body and the redhead soaked up the moment with relief.

Eventually, however, the two drew apart. And Niou leaned over Bunta.

"Shit--what did you do to him?"

"I just added a mild muscle relaxant to his tea," Yagyuu replied calmly, and if he had had his glasses on, Bunta was sure the "Gentleman" would have been adjusting them.

"You fucking *drugged* him? Shit--are you sure you didn't use too much?"

"Of course."

Niou leaned closer to Bunta's face---one large hand pushing sweaty red bangs away from his face. "Don't worry--it'll feel good if you don't fight it," he tried to encourage, casually closing the distance between their lips and breathing, "Let me show you," before gently coaxing Bunta's mouth open. One hand strayed down Bunta's chest, finding a dusky nipple to tweak and tease mercilessly--

And then Yagyuu began moving again, and Niou was sucking on Bunta's throat--his chest...lower... Fingers were brushing over Bunta's stomach and then his thighs. Eventually Niou's mouth found its way to Bunta's cock and the redhead was caught between the two, Yagyuu's easy and almost gentle rocking and Niou's wicked tongue and hot mouth... and all Bunta could do was cry silently as his body was played.

And then Niou was moaning as he continued to suck on Bunta's cock, and Bunta thought he was going to die, it hurt so badly--

"Oh, gods, I can't--!" Niou groaned, releasing Bunta's cock with a pop. "I need it, so bad," he panted, and Bunta risked opening his eyes to see what was wrong with the other teen--he almost slammed his lids shut again when he saw, but was too transfixed with the sight to follow through. Somehow, Yagyuu had managed to work Niou's pants free and was busy shoving his fingers up Niou's ass. And from the looks of it, the silver-haired teen was enjoying it. A lot.

"Middle or bottom?" Yagyuu offered cordially, and Bunta's gaze flew to the other teen. He started again, realizing suddenly that at some point Yagyuu had regained his composure and was the Gentleman again--and the Gentleman was still fucking him, dammit!

"Monkey," Niou moaned, wiggling around until he was positioned between Bunta and Yagyuu.

Bunta felt a gut-twisting sense of loss and relief when Yagyuu's cock slid away completely; he watched with guilty curiosity and fascination as Niou kneeled over Bunta, watched his face carefully as Yagyuu parted Niou's cheeks and sunk swiftly inside his partner's body in one long, demanding push.

Niou really did seem to enjoy it---he moaned and arched his back, pressing his ass harder against Yagyuu's pelvis. "Oh, gods, baby, yes," he breathed, and the hot air of his breath washed over Bunta's chest. His hand reached down between his and Bunta's body and gave his cock several quick strokes.

And then Niou's eyes snapped open and he grinned down into Bunta's face. "Your turn," he teased, leaning lower to brush his lips over Bunta's cheek as he pocked his cock against Bunta's abused opening. "Just relax and feel good, Bunta," he coaxed, slowly flexing his hips and stretching Bunta open again.

"Oh, shit--! You're so tight," Niou panted against Bunta's ear, wiggling experimentally--and then he choked as Yagyuu pulled them both back before thrusting forward again. "Ah, shit--so good! Do that again. Fuck us, Hiroshi! Give it to us hard! Make us come--ah!"

Yagyuu continued to suck Niou's neck where he had just bit it, but gradually his thrusts increased until Niou was mewing and whimpering incomprehensively, body caught between Bunta's and Yagyuu's. Bunta wasn't sure if he would be screaming with pain and frustration at this point or pleasure and frustration. His cock hurt so badly--like it did those few times he'd touched himself... And his ass burned, and he couldn't stop crying, and--

That was the scene Kuwahara Jackal walked into when he slid the tearoom door open.

~*~

Tbc....