Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Rikkaidai Doubles ❯ Chapter 6

"Rikkaidai Doubles"

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]

Part 6/8

Rating: R

Pairings: Yagyuu, Niou, Jackal, & Marui

Genre: Smut

Warnings: group sex

Spoilers: D1

Summary: Marui is left with the decision of how the Doubles team will deal with recent events.

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

Started: July 7, 2004

Status: in progress

Revised: September 30, 2004

Words counted: 3755

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

"Rikkaidai Doubles" Part 6

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Bunta didn't sleep well that night. It was a good hour before his alarm was set to go off when he finally gave up on the idea of trying to remain in bed at all. As a result, he was one of the first to arrive at school that morning.

But he wasn't ready to see anyone, either, so he hid out in the classroom for a while. He didn't go to morning practice with the others--Yukimura might be disappointed, but as morning practices were only a suggested use of time and not a requirement, he couldn't formally chastise him for it.

Of course, just because Yukimura strongly suggested that the tennis club members attended morning practices didn't mind Bunta was the only one to skip out on occasion, as he found out.

"Marui-kun."

Bunta sat up at his desk and looked at the other teen who was standing in the doorway, watching him warily.

"Yagyuu," he greeted.

They waited for the other to say something, but neither did. After another minute of just standing in the doorway, Yagyuu finally entered the classroom and slid the door shut behind him.

Bunta continued to watch him as the taller teen went about preparing the classroom for the day--opening the windows, watering the plants, feeding the fish, cleaning the chalkboard, vacuuming the erasers, writing today's schedule on the board--

Through it all, Bunta watched, silent. He wondered what Yagyuu would say to him--if the other teen would apologize for what happened the other day. If he even wanted Yagyuu to apologize. Or maybe the other teen wouldn't say anything to him; they would never talk again save for tennis and the odd class assignment. Maybe Niou had been wrong when he said that Yagyuu was attracted to him, that--

Yagyuu was... attractive, Bunta thought. Not like Jackal. No, Jackal had that sexy 'I'm-a-foreigner' thing going for him. But Yagyuu was... well, attractive.

More like Niou--a wildness that bubbled beneath the deceiving facade of the Gentleman. Niou and Yagyuu were very similar, and Bunta had already decided that he was attracted to Niou. But did that attraction extend to Yagyuu?

Bunta tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss Yagyuu, to touch him like Jackal and he had touched each other the previous afternoon.

His body's immediate response had him coloring and looking down at his desk.

Okay. That answered that question, he though. He was attracted to his three doubles partners---but did he dare act on it?

Niou had said that he and Yagyuu had wanted Bunta. Was that still true? He didn't notice Yagyuu acting any differently towards him, really....

"Marui."

Bunta blinked. When had Yagyuu started staring back at him?

"Concerning what--occurred the other day---my actions--" Yagyuu was reaching to adjust his glasses again and the light from the classroom reflected off the lenses.

Bunta flinched back, suddenly he was sure that what he wanted from Yagyuu was *not* an apology. He stood abruptly, nearly upsetting his chair.

"Listen, Yagyuu, will you give something to Niou for me?" he asked.

Yagyuu frowned but nodded. "Of course," he replied with a slight incline of his chin. "What is it?"

Bunta crossed the few desks separating them---and then he reared back and punched Yagyuu, hard, in his left arm.

He turned away before he could catch Yagyuu's wince, calling over his shoulder as he exited the classroom. "See you in class."

Bunta was stopped short at the doorway, however--much like a deer in the headlights of uncertain doom would.

"Yukimura."

"Bunta," the tennis captain greeted with a nod of his head. "Good morning."

"Ah," the redhead muttered before side stepping the other teen and bee lining it towards the cafeteria.

Yukimura watched Bunta disappear around the corner before turning to the classroom's remaining occupant. "Another fire?"

Yagyuu gingerly touched his arm. "A small one. No major damage estimated."

"Yet," Yukimura added.

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Niou heard about Marui's 'message' for him before the end of second period and took extra care to avoid his partner for as long as possible--which proved to be lunch time. Unlike Yagyuu, who hadn't been expecting any physical attack, Niou was able to block the punch and use the other's momentum to spin Yagyuu around and press him up against the school building.

"Now, now, babe, don't hurt the goods," he admonished lightly, holding an unresisting Yagyuu against the wall with his own body's weight. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that was meant for you, not me."

Niou grinned and dropped a quick kiss on Yagyuu's frowning lips. "Still sure you want to go through with this?"

"It's too late to stop now," Yagyuu replied, sounding tired. "It needs to be seen through."

"Ah, okay. But no more rushing things, huh?" Niou released Yagyuu and went back to his lunch box. "Let Bunta set the pace and just follow my lead."

"Fine."

"You know. We're pretty damn lucky that he doesn't hate our guys straight out," Niou mused, watching Yagyuu from the corner of his eye.

The other teen was frowning as he removed his glasses to clean them. Niou took a moment to delight in the silver-blue eyes that were normally hidden from view.

"Luck has nothing to do with it," Yagyuu replied, replacing his spectacles. At Niou's snort, Yagyuu turned to face him. "Do you know what Bunta intends to do next?"

Niou shrugged. "He needs to close the gap in the circle your rash actions created. Meaning," he trailed off, looking up at Yagyuu.

"Jackal."

Niou nodded. "It's up to Bunta and Jackal now. We've already extended our offer."

Yagyuu's frown dipped further. "Will they agree?"

"Don't know," Niou sighed, leaning back on his palms. "But there isn't anything we can do about it now save wait and see. I don't think we'll have to wait too long, though. Bunta can be pretty oblivious at times, but once an idea has him interested, he tends to chase it down."

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Jackal stared at the note he'd found in his shoebox the next morning.

<<J--

Meet me in the tearoom after practice. B.

PS. Bring this note!>>

What could Bunta possibly want from the tearoom? That was where... Jackal sighed, slipping the note into his pocket and heading off to class. He only caught glimpses of his redhead partner throughout the day--and never long enough to corner and question him. Even at practice, Bunta seemed to steadily avoid him--which was pretty damn amazing considering the tiny fact that they were doubles partners. But Yukimura had suggested that the regulars mix and match their games today.

So, after practice, Jackal headed off to the tearoom to see what Bunta was up to.

"Marui?" he called softly, sliding the door open and peeking inside. Off to the side a delicate looking tea set was arranged for two people, but otherwise the room looked empty. He stepped inside. "Bunta, what's going on? What did you want to see me about?"

"Voulez-vous couchet avec moi?"

Jackal turned as the door slid shut. "Come again?" he asked before he really caught a *look* at the red head.

"Would you like to sleep with me?" Bunta repeated, leaning against the door and looking up at Jackal through messy bangs. His shirt was untucked and unbuttoned and his pants were unfastened, hinting at golden flesh and dark curls and...

"Oh, hey, I don't think that's such a good idea," Jackal swallowed nervously, stepping back and forcing his eyes *up*.

"Don't think," Bunta replied, taking a step closer to him. "Touch me," he demanded, running his own hands over his bare chest. "Kiss me," he added, breathing hotly into Jackal's face. "Love me..."

"Here?"

"Yes~"

"But--!"

"Please?"

"Shit... Do you at least have--" Jackal started, reaching out to steady the other boy by his waist.

Bunta grinned and waved a small tube of lubricant he'd had secreted away in his pocket. If he was lucky, Jackal wouldn't ask him where he'd gotten it. Jackal grinned back at him, and suddenly their lips were meshing as Jackal pulled Bunta's body to his, his hands sliding down to squeeze and mold Bunta's ass as his mouth did wicked things.

Bunta slid to his knees on the tatami mats, pulling Jackal down with him.

"Wait--clothes!"

"Need to come off," the redhead agreed, fingers working on Jackal's shirt even as the dark-skinned man's hands fled down the open fly of Bunta's pants and eagerly nervous fingers began massaging the outline of the redhead's arousal.

"Want you," Bunta cried, thrusting into Jackal's touch. "Need you..."

"Shit, slow down," Jackal asked, pushing Bunta onto his back and hovering over him, just staring at the paler man as he let his hand ghost across his chest and down over one hip. "Gods, you're beautiful..."

"En," Bunta replied, lifting a hand to cup Jackal's neck and pull him back down to him for another kiss. "You're the beautiful one," he corrected. "Make love to me? I want to feel you inside me."

"Oh god... Do you even know what it does to me to hear you say that?"

"Hopefully it makes you very hot and very horny?" the redhead teased.

"Yes!"

"Good."

But Jackal was pulling away again, moving just out of reach when Bunta managed to unfasten his pants and were trying to push the material off his hips. "Bunta," he panted, snatching the redhead's hands to keep them still and catching blue-grey eyes with his own. "Are you sure about this?"

Bunta wrangled a hand free and smiled as he took Jackal's bare cock in hand "I want you inside me," he repeated, wrapping his legs around Jackal's waist in a position that brought their bodies more intimately into contact.

"No--wait!" Jackal shouted, sliding to Bunta's side, his shoulder impacting with the mat.

"What?"

"You're not, I mean, we haven't--"

"Haven't *what*?" Bunta repeated, a bit impatiently. He was, after all, already a little nervous about the pain he knew was about to happen.

"Here," Jackal demanded, gesturing to the lubricant. "Give me the--*that*."

Obediently, the redhead handed the tube over and watched as Jackal squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers.

"Relax," he told him, gently kissing him again as he slowly slid his hand around Bunta's thigh, spreading his legs further apart... and then he was sliding his fingers over Bunta's entrance in a teasingly light touch that just barely managed to smear the lubricant across his skin.

"Nn, Jackal...." he pleaded and received a deeper kiss for his efforts. And then Jackal exerted a little more force, slowly stretching Bunta's opening just enough to accept his fingertip.

Bunta tore his mouth away from Jackal's with a gasp, blinking up at the other boy with wary surprise. Jackal watched him carefully as he continued to slowly press his finger deeper until he had penetrated the redhead up to the second knuckle.

"Okay?" he asked.

"A--ah," Bunta replied, unable to hide his shaking. "Okay."

Slowly, Jackal withdrew the finger and pressed again, and again... gently working up a rhythm that melted the majority of the stress and tension from Bunta's muscles.

"Ready for more?" he asked against Bunta's lips, pausing for affirmation before pressing a second finger into Bunta's body and slowly working the boy's entrance. "Mmm, that's it, baby. You like that? You want more? You let me know what feels good, okay? You just let me know what you want..."

Jackal continued to work Bunta's body, stretching him slowly and gently, waiting for the redhead to ask for more before giving it to him. He paused when three fingers' width proved to be too much for the other boy, teasing and tempting the redhead to relax again, kissing him and stroking Bunta's stomach. He kept up his litany of reassurances and wants until the other boy relaxed again and accepted Jackal's invasion of his body. He didn't try to press for four fingers--he knew his own limits.

"Bunta, baby, you tell me," he whispered huskily, sliding his fingers in and out of the redhead's body with ease now. "You tell me when you're ready for more, baby--"

"More," the redhead panted and moaned, writhing against Jackal's strong body. "Want more. Please?"

"Oh, gods, baby, you don't have to beg me," Jackal responded, rolling onto his back and dragging Bunta's mouth with him. "Come 'ere, baby. Want you to sit on me... Mmm, yeah, just like that," he added, shifting Bunta's body so the straddling redhead managed to stroke Jackal's hard cock.

"Aren't we going to...?" Bunta gasped, looking down at him with a mixture of apprehensive fear and passionate, lustful excitement.

"Yeah, if that's what you want," Jackal grinned up at him, his large hand cupping Bunta's face and fisting in his strawberry hair. "But if you want to stop, you just tell me, okay?"

"I don't want to stop."

"I don't want to, either, but I will. You hear me, Bunta? If you say so, we'll stop. Okay?"

The redhead stared down at Jackal, his head bobbing up and down in acknowledgement. "Don't stop," he said, sitting up as Jackal's hand on his waist directed.

The slick, fat tip of Jackal's cock smeared precum over Bunta's entrance, before slowly pressing forward. Bunta's breath was already harsh, as if they had just finished an intense workout, and Jackal watched him carefully, pausing when his chest hitched.

He waited, and then suddenly thrust upwards, filling Bunta sharply and unrepentantly. He watched the flare of surprise flash through wide blue-grey eyes, and the usually smiling mouth parted in a raspy, "Oh!", and then he slowly maneuvered their hips back to the mat, allowing Bunta to adjust to the stretch and feel of having another's cock inside him. His hands rested lightly on Bunta's hips, not really holding him there, but just giving the redhead some additional support.

Bunta's grip on Jackal's shoulders slowly relaxed as the rest of him adjusted, too.

"Are you okay?"

Bunta focused on just breathing for another moment, and then he wiggled a little, testing out the feel and stretch of things. "Ah... It doesn't really hurt," he confessed, experimentally shifting his hips against Jackals. First this way, than that way.

"That's... good," the dark-skinned teen replied, sweating.

"Mmn. You okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me, baby; this is all about making you feel good."

"But--" Bunta frowned. "I want you to feel good, too."

"I can't imagine a better feeling than this right now," Jackal replied, flashing his partner a gleaming white smile and gently rocking his hips forward.

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Niou looked up from where he was sitting in the hallway on the floor outside the tearoom. It had been quiet for approximately five minutes now--surely that was enough time. A nod from Yagyuu showed the other teen's agreement, and Niou pushed to his feet.

"I'd ask you how it was, but it would be rather moot, ne? Still--" Niou called out in greeting as he slid the door up and leaned up against the frame. He grinned down at the image of his two partners laying in post-coital bliss; his expression nothing short of conspiratorially amusement. "It's *good*, am I right?"

Marui and Jackal stiffened when the lanky teen suddenly appeared, even before Niou fell onto mats next to them.

"Chill, already, I won't bite--"

Yagyuu, who had replaced his partner's position at the entrance, snorted. Niou shot him a questioning look, received a raised eyebrow response, and amended, "Well, not if you don't want me to. Besides, haven't you figured it out yet--?"

He rolled over and cupped a hand behind Marui's neck, pulling the redhead's face to him (and in the process, managing to pull the redhead half-off of Jackal's chest)... and kissed him, taking the opportunity to stab his tongue into Marui's mouth when the redhead squawked.

Jackal made an angry grab for Niou's shoulders and growled. Niou suddenly broke the kiss, leaning his head down against Jackal's chest and grinning. Marui rolled onto his back, eyes glassy but wary as he continued to watch Niou.

"I've got an idea," he continued, threading his fingers through strawberry colored hair and ignoring Jackal's confused expression. "I'm gonna touch you, all right?" Niou purred, crawling over and off of Jackal to lean over Marui until their faces were centimeters apart. "And every time it feels good, you tell me, okay? All you have to do is say my name..."

"And if... it feels bad?" Marui frowned, already as flat on the straw mat as physically possible.

Niou nibbled at his chin, and then Marui's ear. "It won't," he promised.

Yagyuu adjusted his glasses. "Masaharu enjoys this game," he confided in Jackal. "Personally, I think he just likes the sound of his own name."

Jackal would have replied, if he had any clue what he could possible say to that.

"Mmmm," the silver-haired boy agreed.

"Ah... oh, Ma--Masa--umm..."

"Mmm... You like that, don't you, baby? Come on, Bunta, tell me...."

He skimmed his hand down Marui's chest and up again, running his fingers in small circles over hard nipples and pressing the flat of his palm over the rippling contours of Marui's stomach before feathering lightly up his sides in a teasing touch. Marui's breath hitched and he squirmed away, but he didn't tell Niou to stop.

Niou's lips slid down Marui's neck--licking and nipping before dipping lower to tug at a nipple, teething and suckling the nub as his hands continued ever lower, brushing over hips and thighs.

At one point, a startled sound originated from Jackal, but the other boy didn't try to stop Niou, and the silver-haired teen pressed his grin into the tanned skin of Marui's stomach. Jackal had a very nice body, after all. Who could honestly blame Niou for wanting to touch it, too? But he had to remind himself that he was here for Marui, though. There would be time to worship Jackal's body from up close and personal later.

"Bunta, watch me," Niou entreated, sliding further down between Marui's thighs.

"Masa-what-Oh! Gods! No-don't-unnn!"

Marui's head fell back onto Jackal's shoulder, his entire body arching, arms reaching up to anchor himself to something as Niou attempted to blow his mind away with the simple wickedness of his mouth alone.

Jackal jerked behind him, ramming into Marui's pelvis and thus shoving the redhead's cock deeper into Niou's mouth. Startled brown eyes sought Niou's over Marui's writhing form, and the light-haired teen brushed his fingers teasingly below and between Jackal's thighs again.

"Oh, god! Masaharu! Stop! I'm gonna--!"

Niou released his hold on Marui and crawled back up his chest, pressing the redhead into Jackal.

"Ne... wanna... with Yagyuu?" he asked a bit awkwardly, motioning to the teen who had remained standing near the now closed door.

Marui blinked, panting to regain his breath as if he'd just finished a hundred laps around the fitness field. "You mean--" he trailed off, and Niou grinned, leaning over to whisper in his ear. Marui's already flushed appearance darkened, and startled blue-grey eyes flew to Yagyuu's seemingly impassive form.

"Do you hate me?" Yagyuu asked.

"... No."

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No!" Bunta shouted.

"Then you would do it again?"

"What!" Jackal struggled to sit up. But Yagyuu wasn't paying him any attention right now, completely focused on Bunta, and it was rather easy for Niou to distract the dark-skinned man.

"Right now," Yagyuu said, not moving, but pinning Bunta with his gaze. "Without the drug to relax you, would you have sex with me?"

"Wait a minute--" Jackal yanked his mouth free of Niou's, although he wasn't so quick to remove Niou's hands from various places on his body.

"That's my Hiroshi for you," Niou muttered, deciding to find out what Jackal's skin tasted like. "A romantic he is not." Hmm. Not as sweet as chocolate, he concluded, mildly disappointed. "Hiro~ Quit hiding over there and come join us down here," Niou teased in a whining voice.

But Yagyuu's focus remained locked on Marui's.

"Would you?" he repeated.

Marui's strawberry topped head cocked to the side as he regarded the only standing teen. "Would I get to be on top?" he asked after another moment.

It was small--almost nonexistent. If he hadn't been looking, he might have missed it--that tiny twitch at the corner of Yagyuu's mouth... the slight relaxing of muscles he hadn't been aware were so tense... the hint of amusement in the voice that answered, "Maybe," before Yagyuu followed orders, slipping his shoes off before stepping onto the tatami mats and sitting down next to the others.

He met Marui's kiss readily.

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