Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Rikkaidai Doubles ❯ Chapter 2

"Rikkaidai Doubles"

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Part 2/?

Rating: R

Pairings: Yagyuu, Niou, Jackal, & Marui

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: NCS, angst, group sex

Spoilers: D1

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: in progress

Revised: September 5, 2004

Words counted: 2269/2361

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

Rikkaidai Doubles

Part 2

"What the hell?" Kuwahara Jackal growled, staring down at the pile of his three teammates.

He had finished tutoring Kirihara for the afternoon and had gone back to the clubroom to collect his jersey from his locker when he saw the note. At first he was just going to throw it away, but then he thought of his teammates. Kirihara was well on his way home. He'd seen the boy onto his bus personally. The triad had gone into the city after practice--for what, Jackal didn't know, and it wasn't really his business, either. But that still left his three doubles partners, and while Yagyuu could be counted on to keep the other two out of trouble most of the time, the Gentleman was *not* perfect. In fact...

Jackal wasn't sure what he had expected to find in the school's old ceremonial tearoom, but his three doubles partners going at it in different states of undress was definitely not it.

And then he noticed the tears staining Marui's cheeks, and he had to hold onto the doorframe to prevent himself from doing something stupid--like seriously hurting Niou or Yagyuu--before he knew the facts.

"You want him," Yagyuu was first to speak, wrapping arms around Niou's waist and pulling the silver-hair boy back against him. A hand wrapped around Niou's naked penis, slick and shiny Jackal noticed before he forced his gaze back to Yagyuu's face. Niou's moans filled the room as he continued to writhe on top of Yagyuu. "Be our guest. Take him," Yagyuu continued.

Jackal took a hesitant step into the room and nearly lost it when he saw Bunta flinch away from him. The redhead wouldn't even look at him, and Jackal would have gladly caused both Niou and Yagyuu much bodily harm at that point if he hadn't been more focused on his main partner.

"Come on," he eased as he would a scared child or animal. "It's late. Let's get you out of here. I bet you haven't even eaten anything since practice ended..."

The dark skinned young man methodically refastened Bunta's shirt and pants with little to no assistance from the redhead. It was when he tried to help Bunta stand that Jackal caught a glance at the redhead's eyes and realized the he'd been drugged.

The look he turned on their two remaining doubles' partners was downright murderous and promised retribution---later.

Right now he had his hands full.

Niou and Yagyuu didn't say anything as Jackal collect both his bags and Bunta's in addition to the redhead himself. It wasn't exactly easy trying to carry everything, but that didn't stop the determined young man, and somehow Jackal managed.

It was a quick decision to take Bunta to Jackal's home instead of the redhead's. For one thing, the Kuwahara residence was a lot closer to school than the Marui apartment. And, for another, Jackal was sure that Bunta's family seeing their eldest son in this condition was a very bad idea.

He dared to regret his decision, however, even before he'd finished opening his front door.

~*~

Niou Masaharu was first and foremost a hedonist at heart.

This was, of course, a pitiful excuse to explain his actions upon entering the school tearoom and seeing his lover and partner shagging his other partner and friend. After his initial response of annoyance, he figured to make the best of a probable disaster and just join the impromptu orgy.

It didn't look like Bunta was having much fun, lying there like a sack of potatoes... and then Niou realized his redheaded partner had been drugged and another spike of annoyance, stronger than the first, raced across his nerves.

Probable disaster, indeed.

He pushed his annoyance firmly aside to be dealt with later and forced himself to deal in the pleasure to be had in the immediate present. This was his pet project, after all, and he wasn't about to lose all the hard work he'd put into it for the last month just because--

Niou watched Bunta carefully, noticing his body's reactions to certain touches... Delighting in the way grey eyes watched him as his body lit with fire under Yagyuu's skilled touch--the other man did so know just how to touch him... The redhead was starting to relax, to enjoy himself even. Just a little bit, but maybe it would be enough, Niou hoped.

But it wasn't meant to be.

There was nothing quite like your not-so-secret crush crashing a sordid, lust-induced scene to ruin the atmospheric haze.

Case in point: Jackal walked into the room, and Bunta clammed up worse than that Catholic schoolgirl had when they were walked in on by one of the nuns back in junior high school. Yeah, that had been a sweet trip, Niou remembered fondly for a moment before being pulled back into the present again by Yagyuu.

Niou could have stopped them--maybe he should have, but he really had been just the tiniest bit distracted by the delicious way this new angle sent Yagyuu's cock riding right against his sweet spot. Yes, it was a shallow reasoning, but as fore-mentioned, Niou was a rather hedonistic person by nature.

Still... Niou didn't stop him. Didn't stop them... He watched from under a half-lidded gaze as their dark-skinned partner swooped down to rescue Bunta like a damn guardian angel. And he waited as Jackal struggled to carry his self-appointed charge away to 'safety'.

And he waited.

One minute.

Still sitting on Yagyuu's lap.

Waited.

Two minutes.

Rocking back and forth with the flow of an internal clock.

Waited.

Three minutes.

Until he could be assured that the two other Rikkaidai doubles partners were as far as possible from the fallout that was about to rock the schoolhouse.

Waited.

Because Niou Masaharu was royally pissed.

And Yagyuu knew it, too, which was why, when Niou finally burst into action after four minutes, Yagyuu fell onto his back and didn't move. Niou shifted with the fluidity of a feline predator, turning over on Yagyuu, falling onto all fours and hovering menacingly over the prone teen.

"What. The *fuck*. Did you think you were doing?" Niou growled, eyes flashing as he leaned in closer to Yagyuu's face.

Yagyuu remained silent, however, laying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling behind Niou. The lighter-haired teen suddenly cursed and climbed to his feet. "I hope you realize you may well have *ruined* everything!"

"You're overreacting," Yagyuu finally commented, but it was probably the wrong thing to say to an already angry Niou.

"I'm--" he started to say, whirling back to face his partner, but he sputtered to a stop in a valiant effort to calm himself.

It didn't work.

"You bloody BASTARD! Do you have *any* idea what you just did! You RAPED Bunta!"

"I didn't--"

"You *drugged* him, and then *forced* him to have sex with you," Niou shot back. "In case you weren't aware, *that's* considered rape."

"--do anything differently then what you did to me."

Niou was sure he was doing a great impression of a goldfish about then, but he was so... so... angry, he almost hit the other teen. It was very tempting.

"You might not have been the most willing partner I've ever sucked off, Yagyuu, but at least you weren't *drugged*, you were *drunk* off your ass. There's a difference," he spat, too pissed to bother with his school tie, he just shoved the material into his bag as he headed for the door.

"Where are you--"

"Home!"

"But you haven't--"

"A *month*, Yagyuu! A whole fucking *month*! Ruin!" he cried out to the empty hallways. "I've been working on getting him to warm up to the idea and get curious and start to ask me questions and you have to go and ruin it all with your bloody impatience!"

"You were taking too long," Yagyuu replied softly, reaching for his clothes now as well. "The new season's about to start--"

"Screw the tennis season!" Niou reappeared suddenly in the doorway. "This has nothing to do with tennis, Yagyuu! Stop lying to yourself! We've all been playing doubles just fine as a team for three years now. *You've* just gotten it into your head that we just *had* to--"

"And now you're angry with me, Masaharu," Yagyuu cut the other teen's histrionics off, fastening his own tie and grabbing his bags.

Niou turned around in the middle of the hallway again and pinned his doubles partner with a measuring look.

"Yeah. And now I'm angry with you," he repeated composedly before turning and walking away without waiting.

Yagyuu didn't follow him.

~*~

"Mama! Mama! Brother brought a friend home!"

"And it's a boy!"

"OH! He's pretty!"

"Come see, Mama!"

Bunta buried his face against Jackal's shoulder in embarrassment. If his partner noticed his predicament, the dark-skinned boy didn't say anything about it.

"Get out of the way, rug rats. Momma? I'm home, and I have a friend with me!" Jackal called, handing his bags to one of his siblings, carefully removing his shoes and slipping into his house slippers while maintaining his balance and his hold on Bunta, who he was still, coincidentally, carrying.

"Nina, will you get his shoes?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He was hurt."

"Oh, no! Does he need a doctor? Should I get Pappy?"

"No, it's okay. I can handle it, but will you bring the medical kit to the washroom. Just in case?"

"Hai!"

Bunta struggled to follow the flow of conversation, but it was difficult. Japanese, he understood. English he wasn't so great at, but he could still pick out some of the easier, although heavily accented, words. But the third language, while seeming strangely familiar, was also completely foreign to him.

As Jackal brought his charge into the wash room and began to carefully undress him, he started talking--perhaps more than he'd ever talked to the other boy, even though they were doubles partners.

"My mother is Brazilian," Jackal started, casually undressing the redhead as he spoke. "Born and raised. My father is Japanese-American, second generation. Medical engineer... he traveled to Brazil, met my mom, decided to stay a bit longer. They got married and started a family. Mama doesn't speak very good Japanese, but she likes learning, and Pappy picked up a lot of Portuguese since he lived in Brazil for fifteen years, but us kids... we all speak a horrible blend of all three.

"When Mama and Pappy met, they could only talk to each other in English, and Mama's English wasn't that good. And then when she found out Pappy was Japanese, too, well, Mama wanted to know some Japanese... and then Pappy was offered the job over here, and Mama thought it would be a great idea, so, he took it, and well," Jackal shrugged, an started adjusting the tap water. He looked over at Bunta, who was sitting practically naked on the small shower stool and offered a sheepish-seeming grin. "Here we are.

"We're all pretty good at English and Portuguese, but our Japanese is still pretty shaky... even after four years," Jackal continued, unhooking the shower hose and turning back to the strawberry blond. "But the babies are really good at it. Of course, their Portuguese and English ain't so great."

"Oh."

Jackal's smile faltered and he looked at Bunta, a bar of soap in one hand and the shower hose in the other, only semi aware of the fact that he'd completely stripped both himself and Bunta down to their briefs with the intention of showering, but...

Suddenly he realized that Bunta might not want him here. Not after... whatever had happened.

"If... if you want," he offered hesitantly. "I can go?"

Large purplish-grey eyes stared back at him before looking past him to the wall. "You think I'm sick, don't you? Doing that..."

Bunta could barely hold himself up, even sitting on the stool, the drug still working its through his system saw to that...

Jackal tried to think of what he could say to reassure the other man, but his very thoughts on the matter were making him sick. Not with Bunta, but with himself. Because, if he was honest, his first reaction to seeing their doubles partners bent over Bunta... seeing Bunta's penis laying against his butter creamy skin... his first reaction had been a wave a lust so intense it had surprised him with its fierceness. That lust had been immediately chased away by the tears he saw in Bunta's eyes... Those tears washed away the sight of parted, moist red lips that begged to be kissed, and...

Taking careful aim, Jackal let loose a spray of water directly over Bunta's head. The redhead sputtered with surprised indignation.

"I think you've had a shock," he replied after Bunta had stopped shouting and finished wiping the water from his eyes. "And that maybe you should stay home tomorrow and rest."

He soaped up lather with a sponge kept in the tub for that purpose, and then held it up, offering. "May I?"

"S'il vous plait," the redhead replied softly, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.

Minutes later, Jackal's little brothers and sisters were banging on the bathroom door, their cries ringing throughout the house.

"Brother's taking a shower with another boy!!!"

"That's how things are done here in Japan, bambino!"

"Just how many people are in your family? And how many languages do they speak?" Bunta thought to ask, peeking an eye open to look at Jackal as the other boy dragged the sponge with careful casualness against his skin.

Jackal shared a harrying look with him before answering, "Too many."

And the chaos of the Kuwahara family warmly embraced them.

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