Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Rikkaidai Doubles ❯ Chapter 4

"Rikkaidai Doubles"

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]

Part 4/?

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 14, 2004

Words counted: 2586

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

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"Rikkaidai Doubles" Part 4
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Bunta was surprised to wake up and find himself not in his own bed--or in a bed at all--but on the floor.

And then he remembered.... and promptly buried his face in his pillow. He wondered if it was possible to suffocate that way and save himself the embarrassment of seeing anyone. Slowly though, the heat of his breath against his face became annoyingly unbearable and he rolled over. That was when he realized it was really bright outside. And hot.

Bunta bolted upright, eyes darting around the room in search of a clock--noting that the three beds were all made and his uniform was lying pressed and folded on the desk chair... and a folded piece of paper tucked in the collar.

'Great. Another note,' the redhead thought, silently cursing at himself for hesitating to read it. His eyes quickly skimmed the words on the page, and then Bunta had a whole new reason to be cursing.

"Ah, good. You're awake."

Jackal's mom suddenly entered the bedroom with a loaded large laundry basket. "That was Jackal on the phone," she continued, dumping the basket on the one single bed and moving over to the bottom bunk bed to straighten a stuffed lizard plush toy. "He's on his way home. If you're hungry, I have some lunch ready in the kitchen; you're welcome to help yourself. And there's an extra towel laid out for you if you want to take a shower. I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

And just like that, the woman was gone before Bunta could ask her to speak more slowly and perhaps in only one or two languages...

He had just gathered the energy to bother with getting dressed and was finishing buttoning his shirt when he heard the front door open and Jackal call out. He was checking through his book bag, back to the door, when the other teen entered the room. He didn't bother to turn around.

"Yukimura and the others asked after you."

After a moment when the other teen didn't say anything, Jackal continued. "I know it really wasn't any of my business," he started nervously. "What goes on between you and the other two isn't my business and all, but... but you're my partner, too, and...I went and butted my way into things yesterday without really knowing what was going on, and I'm sorry if I may have overreacted or something, so, I mean to say, if you, ah--"

"Jackal?" Bunta took a deep breath. "Shut up."

The dark-skinned teen blinked, taken back. And then his tanned cheeks flushed. "Err... okay. But... I need to know at least one thing." He waited, but Bunta didn't reply. "Why were you crying?"

His fingers tightened on the material of his bag. "It... It felt good," the strawberry haired boy whispered.

"Bunta?"

"I... I thought it wouldn't. I couldn't understand how they could always want to do that.... Niou told me... he said, it felt really good, but I didn't believe him, and... And if I came to the tea room after practice, he'd show me... but..."

"Bunta? What are you--?"

"I was scared. How could it feel good? How could something like that---something so disgusting and degrading--feel good?" the redhead continued, talking more to himself than to the other teen. "And then, I realized, but it was too late. I've never been any good at telling the difference when they switch like that, so...so, I didn't know, and the tea--I knew it tasted too sweet, and--and--I couldn't make him stop and I was scared, but it--it still felt good, and... And I tried to tell him to stop, but he didn't and it still felt good... Gods, Jackal, what's wrong with me for liking it?"

Jackal took a tentative step towards his doubles partner. He wanted to... to just collect the other boy up in a big hug like he would do if it was one of his little brothers or sister who was upset about something. But this wasn't a member of his family; this was a teammate, a school friend, and...

"Bunta... it's... it's sex." Hesitantly, Jackal reached out to place his hand on Bunta's shoulder, but he stopped at the last moment. "It's supposed to feel good."

He still didn't turn around, staring down at his hands on his bag, but he could feel Jackal's proximity, radiating electric heat, tingling his back. "Does it feel good with everyone?" he wanted to know.

"I--" Jackal stumbled for something to say. " I don't know, Bunta. I--I haven't--"

The redhead turned around then and pinned Jackal with a piercing, wilding look. "Will it feel good if you do it to me?"

"Oh, gods, Bunta---I don't *want* to do it to you!" The other boy pulled back, stung, but Jackal reached out and held on. "I... I want to-- I would like to-- do it *with* you," he added.

Bunta blinked. "Eh?"

Jackal's hand-- large and warm-- squeezed Bunta's shoulder.

"I want to--- May I touch you?" Jackal asked solemnly, licking dry lips.

He was going to point out that the other teen was already touching him, but something stopped him. Instead, Bunta stepped closer and answered, "Please..."

It started slow, a smooth slide of Jackal's palm down Bunta's sleeve-incased arm and then back up again. His fingers slid over the sensitive skin of Bunta's neck and the redhead shivered... down his back, and he sighed; around his sides and up and across his chest before falling over his waist and hips.

"Jackal..."

His hands traced upwards again, caressing Bunta's throat, and this time they wandered further to brush of the redhead's face, over his eyes, ears, and nose... lips...

"Jackal... Please... kiss me..." Bunta breathed in the scent of Jackal's rough, calloused skin.

"Bunta..."

Hands slid into his hair, cradling his head; warm breath danced over his cheeks, and lips brushed over his, teasingly. Bunta pressed forward; Jackal pressed back. Bunta moaned, arms reaching up to thread around Jackal's neck. Lips parted. Jackal's tongue stabbed into Bunta's mouth. Fingers fisted in strawberry hair, wrenching Bunta's head back, revealing his throat. Jackal quickly attacked the exposed flesh with his lips and teeth. Bunta winced, but he didn't try to stop him. When Jackal finally pulled away, there was a large reddish bruise forming.

"That will leave a mark," the dark-skinned teen mused.

Bunta looked up at him with glassy eyes. "I don't mind."

"Bunta..." Jackal leaned in to kiss him again, but pulled away at the last minute. "Touch me."

"What?"

"Touch me," he repeated, pulling back. "Like this..."

He took Bunta's smaller hand and pressed it to his chest, and then slowly he slid both their hands, the combination pulling at Jackal's shirt until thought to unbutton the material. He leaned his head in closer and whispered in the redhead's ear, "I want to feel your hands on me... Touch me," he entreated, his own hand slipping away as Bunta's became more assured.

He shivered as calloused fingertips slid tantalizingly close to a nipple.

"Jackal..."

"Your hands are cool...they almost tickle," he tried to reassure the other boy.

"I'm sorry," Bunta whispered, pulling away.

"No, don't stop," Jackal begged. "More, Bunta. Touch me more."

Bunta's eyes followed his hands, fascinated with the contrast of his lighter golden brown skin against Jackal's darker brown... sliding the other boy's shirt down and off his arms before running his hands across Jackal's stomach, up his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms again... hesitating at jumping to his waist...

"Now kiss me," Jackal demanded softly.

And Bunta did, leaning up to press his lips chastely against Jackal's, and then, slowly, parting his lips and sucking Jackal's between his teeth, shivering when the other teen moaned and hands settled on his own hips, steadying and encouraging him....

<CLICK>

Jackal was the first to pull away and whip around. Bunta's support fell away and it took him a moment to realize Jackal's oldest little sister was grinning down at something in her hands. Jackal was already lunging for the girl before Bunta had even made the connection that the thing in the girl's hands was a digital camera, and she took off shrieking. Bunta thought someone should tell her she didn't stand a chance outrunning her brother---after all, Jackal had practice chasing after Akaya and Masaharu (and Bunta, too, for that matter). She didn't even make it very far down the hall before her brother caught her and dragged her back into the room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded reaching for the camera. "First last week when I was getting out of the shower, and now today--?"

"It's for my school club!" she protested, wiggling and determining protecting the device.

"Since when have you been a member of the photography club?"

"Not the photo club; F.o.Y.S."

"Excuse me?"

"It's the Fangirls of Yaoi-Shounen-ai club," she panted, curling around the camera in an attempt to keep it out of his reach.

It didn't work. He wrenched the device free with a shout, "You're only in junior high!''

Nina pouted and huffed. "Plus, Niou-kun offered me two thousand yen if I caught a good capture of you and Marui-kun," she admitted sullenly.

"Um... I should probably get home," Bunta spoke up. "Or at least call my dad. He's probably flipping because I didn't call last night."

"Go ahead," Jackal growled, still holding onto and glaring at his sister. "But I gave them a call last night."

"Can I have my camera back?" Nina asked, reaching up on her tiptoes in a vain effort to retrieve it.

"No," Jackal replied, holding the device well out of the smaller girl's reach. "Get going for right now, but we *will* speak about this later," he promised before shoving her out the door--and making sure it was locked afterwards.

Then he turned around to face Bunta.

"Listen, we still have a lot to talk about," he started. "I mean, about us. I mean, about this, and... and about the others, too."

Bunta sighed and flopped back onto the bed. Everything seemed so surreal suddenly. "I know---hey, do you have any gum Niou stole my last piece yesterday, and I didn't get a chance to buy any more--"

"Yeah, here. Have the pack," Jackal mumbled going to his desk and withdrawing a pack of high-chews. "Bunta... don't try to change the subject."

"I'm not," Bunta protested. "But... I'm just---tired, you know? I mean, I didn't eat breakfast or lunch today and I feel all weird. Like I'm in the wrong body or something. And my head still hurts."

"Maybe it's an after-effect of whatever drug Yagyuu gave you?" the dark-skinned teen offered. "Niou said it was a muscle relaxant."

"Yeah, maybe," Bunta mumbled, noncommittally. "Listen, I really think I should get going home. I mean, I really appreciate you looking out for me and all, and, you know, helping me out yesterday, but my brothers will be getting home soon and I kinda wanna sleep in my own bed tonight..."

"Bunta... about what just happened--"

"I know" he held up his hands to stop whatever jackal was about to say. "We need to talk. About a lot of things, I guess. But I... I need to get my head screwed on straight first, okay? And then we can talk tomorrow, okay?"

The frown on Jackal's face said he clearly did *not* think it was all right, but he didn't try to stop Bunta when he reached for his bag.

"Ne, Jackal?" he called before opening the door and exiting. "Thank you."

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Bunta's head hurt. It hurt from thinking about things he didn't really want to think about. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going. That was how the other boy found him.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't walk and chew gum at the same time?"

"If I can chew gum and play tennis at the same time, I think I can handle walking," the familiar retort rolled off his tongue before his mind caught up with the realization of *who* was speaking to him.

And then he stopped and looked back at the taller teen leaning against the wall he'd just passed.

"What do you want?" Bunta asked petulantly.

"Relax," Masaharu replied, uncrossing his arms and pushing off the brick faced wall. "I ain't gonna jump you," he added, shoving his hands into his back pants pockets. "I'm just checking up on you. Making sure you're okay and all."

"Why should you care?"

"Hey! Think how I feel!" Masaharu growled defensively. "I walked into a room intending for a private little rendezvous with Hiroshi, and found him screwing you instead."

"Shh!" Bunta hissed, looking around them harridly and red-faced. "Don't say things like that so loudly!"

Masaharu frowned again and stepped closer to Bunta, only a meter away now. "You okay? I mean, about what happened yesterday...."

Bunta shrugged.

"No pain, right? Muscles sore?"

"I'm fine."

"No tenderness?" Masaharu shifted closer again. Now he was less than a meter away from the other teen. "I know he used a lot of lubricant, but even so, sometimes it can still leave a little after tingle for a while, and--"

"I said I'm *fine*," Bunta growled.

"Oh. Well. Then... how was it?"

Bunta's mouth fell open in outrageous surprise before he could snap it shut again. "I can't believe you just asked me that!"

Masaharu grinned. "You must have liked it at least a little bit, no? You're not trying to hit me, at any rate, so, come on, do tell, Bunta--you and Jackal, all alone... all night long--"

The redhead scoffed. "We were hardly along with all his family there, and I *should* hit you," he added with a hiss, "but I'll be dammed if I'll do it when you're expecting it!"

"You're always so cute when you get angry," Masaharu teased in a baby voice.

And Bunta did rear back and sucker punch him one. Or he would have if Masaharu hadn't caught and blocked his fist. Masaharu jerked on Bunta's wrist, tugging the strawberry haired teen off balance so that Bunta fell against him, closing the last of the distance between them.

"Let's go some where we can talk, huh?" Masaharu suggested. "C'mon, I'll buy you something to eat. Anything you want."

Bunta knew better than to try to struggle against Masaharu's grip. He might be the tennis genius of the doubles team, but he just wasn't as strong as his three teammates. Still...

"Beef steak?" Bunta asked, spitefully.

Masaharu squawk, letting Bunta slide away a small distance. "What do you think I'm made of? Man bills? I was thinking more of something like burgers and shakes."

When the redhead's frown heralded a refusal, Masaharu pressed further.

"I just want to talk, Bunta. That's it," Masaharu stared at him hard. "I was an ass yesterday. At least let me make it up to you a bit, huh? Besides, I got your class work from Yanagi."

After what had happened yesterday, could he really trust Masaharu? When he didn't even understand how he felt about yesterday, and even more recently confusing, after what happened today in Jackal's bedroom.... When he was so mixed up inside that his stomach was churning and his head was rolling, did he dare trust the Trickster?