Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ The Seme of it All ❯ Chapter 1

"The Seme of It All "

A Prince of Tennis Fanfic

Rating: "R" for highly SEXAUAL scenes

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Date Started: May 5, 2004

Status: Rough Draft completion: May 5, 2004

Revised:

Pairings: Oishi Syuchiroh x Kikumaru Eiji

Genre: YAOI LEMON

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

Warnings: characters in homosexual scrumping positions.

Summary: After seven years of having a wonderful relationship, Eiji thinks it's time for Syuichiroh to try being 'top'.

"The Seme of It All" by Andrea Readwolf

Eiji moaned as the warm spray covered his shoulders, coaxing tense muscles to relax--the brush over his lover's fingers ghosted down his back, and he moaned again in appreciation. He could sense the nervousness in that single touch without even having to look. He smiled and leaned more of his weight onto the tub, canting his hips back in offering.

"It's okay," he tried to encourage.

"I don't want to hurt you," Syuichiroh's voice was thin and breathless, but there was lust there, too. Plenty of lust. Lust for Eiji.

"You won't," he assured. "Touch me. Please?"

Fingers hovered above the crease that split Eiji's ass, and the redhead was torn between exasperated annoyance and overwhelming love.

Gods help him and his ultra-shy lover. Eiji reached behind himself and snagged the hesitant hand, guiding it to his opening.

"Here," he husked. "I want you here."

"Eiji--"

But was wasn't going to wait for Syuichiroh to try and back out now. He was too damn horny for that. Careful to make sure the angle was right--because he'd learning the painful way during self-experiments that there *was* a wrong angle--Eiji pushed himself onto two of Syuichiroh's fingers.

A lot of the soap had washed away during the dark-haired boy's hesitance, and it was a little tight, but, still---

"Mmm.... S'chi-roh! Feels good. Needs more soap, though..." he directed, rocking his hips a few times, testing the pull and width while holding his lover's hand securely in place.

But Syuichiroh didn't try to move at all, and after a moment, Eiji looked back to see what was wrong with his boyfriend.... What he did see made him smile.

Syuichiroh, beautiful green eyes glued to Eiji's ass and the fingers that were slowly disappearing and reappearing through the orifice.

Eiji moaned again. "S'chi-roh, feels soooo good inside me," he said, licking his lips. "But he'd feel even better if he'd reach over and add some more soap."

The green eyes of his lover's finally left his ass and refocused on his face and Eiji groaned, ready to bash his head into the wall--but then the neighbors would complain again, and that would be bad.

How could his sweet, kind, wonderful, considerate, romantic, all-around perfect boyfriend be such a ditz when it came to sex? Eiji knew the thought was a little unkind, but really---! He'd been waiting practically his entire life for this moment and Syuichiroh was looking at him with that deer-in-the-headlights, oh-my-god-I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing, Eiji-please-don't-make-me-do-this-alone look.

He groaned again, hips continuing to work over Syuichiroh's fingers. "C'mon, S'chi', I won the game today, remember? I get to be bottom. And I am *not* doing all the work!" he gasped, stabbing those fingers deeper inside his body...

"Pour the soap."

After a few more undulations, letting the other man know that he *wasn't* going to give up on this, he felt Syuichiroh shift, and then the cap of the soft soap bottle snapped open.

"Not too much," he cautioned, pausing his thrusts so those fingers could slip free. He coaxed three back into his body, allowing his moans to grow louder, too. He wanted Syuichiroh to know just how good he was making his lover feel. Eiji knew that would help make this encounter at least a little bit easier on his staunchly uke lover.

Eiji grinned and he allowed another stream of appreciative words flow off his tongue. It was for this reason that they were doing this in the bathroom and not the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the TV room, or--well, yeah, any other corner of their small one-bedroom apartment. Syuchiroh *liked* shower sex the best--liked the feel of Eiji pressed against him when they were both wet and slick with soap--so Eiji had chosen the shower for this particular initiation.

He, personally, just liked Syuichiroh sex the best--it didn't matter where or when or what position they were in as long as it was with his lover. And the two boys had had sex in many different places in the last five years.

"Mmnyah! Want you! Want you *now*!" he shouted, releasing Syuichiroh's hand and moving off those beautifully thick, soapy fingers. He reached for Syuichiroh's hips, attempting to bring the other man to him, but then he stopped, twirling around in the shower stall suddenly, surprising his already shell-shocked lover by kissing him whole-heartedly and thoroughly, and hand massaging Syuichiroh's groin to full attention.

After a good five minutes, Eiji pulled back enough to look his love in the face. "You won't hurt me," he told the older boy.

"But--!"

Eiji quieted him with another kiss, much shorter this time, but enough to let the other teen know that he wouldn't listen to any arguments. When he pulled away this time, it was just to nibble at Syuichiroh's lips.

"You can't hurt me, Syuichiroh," he murmured reassuringly. "Everything you do can only make me feel good. Do you understand? Make me feel good, S'chiroh. I want you so badly. Make me feel good," he repeated against the older boy's lips.

Hesitant hands reached for Eiji's hips.

"Yes," the redhead encouraged his lover, moaning when the handle became a little steadier. "Make me feel good, S'chiroh. Please, want you," he continued, turned around to lean back onto the tub basin, surreptitiously kicking off the cold water while he was at it---damming the small water heater mentally while vocally he continued to encourage his lover.

Eiji pressed back against the warm sudsy groin that approached cautiously from behind. "Do it, S'chiroh. Take me, make me feel good. Please, do it..."

He was more than prepared to take Syuichiroh's length, but the other was still hesitant, even as the blunt head of his lover's cock pressed against his opening, Eiji had to continue to moan encouraging words until he could safely press back, engulfing all of Syuichiroh's cock in one good push.

He didn't even try to suppress the moan of pleasured delight--oh, it was so good. It was so so good. He'd imaged. He'd...fooled around with different objects, different toys... he knew it felt good to be filled like this... But the fact that it was Syuichiroh filling him.... Syuichiroh's cock buried inside his body... Finally... After seven bloody long years...

"Gods! Yes!" he shouted. "Oh, gods, S'chi! Yes! So good! Please! Give me more! Please!"

He heard the tiny gasps of pleasure emerging from the boy behind him. The first tentative thrust of his lover's hips, burying him deeper inside Eiji's body. He knew how good it felt to be buried inside you lover's body--he could still remember the first day he and Syuichiroh had had sex. It had been so good, he hadn't had the words then to describe it. These thoughts, coupled with the emotions and feelings wrapped tightly around them, and Eiji knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Oh god, S'chi'! So good, sooooo goooood, baby. Please, give it to me! Everything! Love me with everything---!"

"I do," Syuichiroh whispered hoarsely. And then, "I do, oh god, Eiji, I love you so much. I feel so good, Eiji. I love you so much. It feels so good, you feel so good love you so good oh god, Eiji, I can't, it's too much, god, Eiji, I love you, it feels so god, I can't--"

the damn surrounded Syuichiroh's restraint fell to pieces and the tempo and strength of his thrusts increased, melding with his words to rain rapidly down up his love. A shout tore from his chest as his orgasm crashed over him with a sudden intensity that Eiji knew too well from experience.

The redhead moaned--wanting this feeling to last forever, but the moment was already ending. The rosy glow was starting to wash away, along with the traces of his climax---chased down the drain by the frigid water that sprayed from the showerhead. He reached over and shut the tap off, the movement having the unwanted effect of Syuichiroh's diminishing erection slipping out of his body. Eiji mewed in protest--it had taken him five years to finally get that cock inside him. Five long, hard years of practice since they'd revised the original deal of the Golden Pair...

<<<<Flash back>>>>

::Nyah, Oishi! I wanna change the terms of our agreement.::

::Excuse me?::

::Well, we always said, if and when I won against you in a match, then that would be it for the Golden Pair, right?::

::Something like that.::

::Well, I want to--whadaya call it? Revise the deal?::

::To what?::

::If I win... then I want to be bottom.::

::.....::

::Please?::

::But--!::

::Puhlllleeeeezzzz?::

::Oh...okay...::

<<<<</Flashback/>>>>>

Eiji smiled as he maneuvered his lover into their bedroom. It had taken him five years to finally beat Oishi Syuichiroh at their own game, but maybe not that Syuichiroh had had a little taste of how the other half felt it wouldn't take so long to win the next game.

He looked down at his exhausted lover as he laid Syuichiroh under the covers before climbing in with him---who cares if they were still a little drenched from the shower?---and cuddled in close. Automatically, Syuichiroh's arms went around him, too, and Eiji pressed a warm smile to his lover's shoulder before whispering in his ear.

"I'll make a seme out of you yet!"

~~~OWARI~~~