Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ Basketball Geniuses’ Association ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

 

Title: Basketball Geniuses' Association

Authors: Renaissance and Sheiakurei

Disclaimer: Slam Dunk does not belong to us. Honestly, if we owned it, we wouldn't be writing about it. If we were making money out of it, you wouldn't see it in the Internet, you'd see us, on the street, peddling it as doujinshi for money. Since we're not, there's nothing to worry about.

Pairing(s): AkagixUozumi, MitsuixMiyagi, SakuragixKiyota, SendohxRukawa, KoshinoxKogure, MakixJin, HanagataxFujima

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: A lot of PWP lemon, not much sex but a lot of Voyeurism. The main players of Ryonan, Shohoku, Shoyo and Kainan get together one night, form the BGA and play lots and lots of naughty games.

Author's Note: Actually there are just two games, `Pass the Parcel' and `Paint me a Picture'. I was supposed to include `Spin or Dare', demo I'm too lazy =) Hehe

 

Enjoy!

 

Sendoh Akira strolled calmly down the hallway, humming softly to himself, after a long day's work consisting of studying. He headed to his locker, intent on grabbing his stuff for basketball practice that always followed half an hour after classes (not that he arrived on time, but he was feeling particularly diligent today). Upon reaching it and opening it though, there amidst the rubble and mess that was his stuff, laid a bright red envelope. He blinked and picked it up.

 

“And who might this be from?” he wondered to himself out loud, flipping the envelope over to see his name written neatly in black and white, jersey-lettering style. He slid his finger through the sealed flap, effectively, albeit inelegantly, ripping it open and pulled out the white sheet of paper that bore the letter in red ink.

 

Dear Mr. Sendoh Akira:

 

You are cordially invited to join and attend the first meeting of the newly formed `Basketball Geniuses' Association' sponsored by the Shohoku High School Basketball Club, whose main objective for spearheading this activity is to promote closer ties with the members of opposing teams and to dissipate rivalry.

 

It will be held tonight at Mr. Rukawa Kaede's home (please turn to the attachment for details). We will be expecting you there at six o' clock promptly.

 

There is no need to bring anything except what you require for the night, as it is an overnight activity.

 

Doumo Arigatou Gozaimasu.

 

Sincerely,

The Shohoku High School Basketball Club

 

Sendoh cracked a smile. This seemed fun. He shut his locker and walked out of the campus, practice completely ignored. It was, after all, four-thirty and he was expected at six.

 

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Fujima Kenji tightened his grip on his bag, which was slung over his shoulder, as he walked up the main pathway to Rukawa's front door. Damn, it was a long way away. Rukawa sure did have a big home, no wonder it was nominated for the meeting place for a meeting as important as this one. Fujima had called up Maki earlier to check if he too had received the same red letter he had, in case it was someone's idea of a joke. Maki had, and they decided to check it out.

 

So now, he was standing in front of Rukawa's double doors, tapping the knocker situated in front of him. An old man, a head shorter than him, greeted him and showed him to another set of double door, a significantly long distance (considering it was supposed to be a house) away.

 

As soon as he entered the room, he evaluated the people he saw, in search of a companion. There was his teammate, Hanagata, Ryonan players and Kainan players but no Shohoku players. Seeing Hanagta sitting over at Maki's table, he walked closer to them.

 

“Oi, Shinichi” he greeted. The Kainan players, Maki, Jin and Kiyota, turned to him. He received a pleasant smile from Maki and an offer to join them. Fujima accepted gratefully. “Any sign of our hosts yet?”

 

“Nope, and we've been here for like ten minutes already” Kiyota growled impatiently. Fujima nodded and looked around. Aside from the five of them were only three more Ryonan players: Uozumi Jun, Koshino Hiroaki and Sendoh Akira. He nodded to them in greeting just as the doors opened and six men entered.

 

“Konbanwa, minna, and thank you for coming” Kogure said, smiling. Everyone muttered a reply. “Before we begin, let us hear some opening remarks from Captain Akagi.” Akagi stood up at the podium situated in the front of the room.

 

“Anou, first of all, you might be wondering why we decided to form this group—“ he started, waiting for reactions from the visitors.

 

“It was the do'ahou's stupid idea” Rukawa muttered, gaining a growl from Sakuragi.

 

“Urusai, teme…” he cussed, receiving a warning look from Akagi. “It was a great idea you know? Ne, Kiyota?” he asked, looking at the Kainan rookie. Kiyota rolled his eyes and muttered his reply.

 

“Ahem!” Akagi interrupted. Sakuragi grinned and shrugged. “So anyway, as Rukawa had said, this idea has been borne of Sakuragi's contemplation on the rivalry between our four teams. As such, Kogure-san and I had thought about meeting with you, the active and, admittedly, very skillful players of the aforementioned schools. Mitsui-san had coined the term `Basketball Geniuses' Association' upon realizing the joint efforts to, as stated in the invitation, dissipate rivalry would be made by us, the major players in the league. We do hope that this activity would be a success, in itself and in its objectives and would be passed on through the generations. Thank you.” He stepped down from the stage as the other players clapped warily. Akagi passed by Sakuragi's chair and punched him on the head. “This was your stupid idea,” he growled.

 

“What?! Kiyota gave me the idea in the first place!” Sakuragi grumbled.

 

“Saa… now that that's over, we shall head to the dining room to have dinner” Kogure said, ushering the players into the adjoining room.

 

Dinner was great. The Shohoku players had hired an excellent cook to serve the fourteen members present. It was a five-course meal that satisfied their hunger perfectly. All that they needed to satisfy now was their curiosity.

 

“We'll adjourn to the bedroom, the rest of the activities will be held there,” Miyagi explained, standing up and leading the way. The rest followed curiously. Even the Shohoku team had no idea what was going to happen next. Only Miyagi and Mitsui planned the activities after all. And with them in charge, fear followed closely.

 

They were led into the function room designed especially to accommodate parties of 50-60 guests. Fourteen futons were laid out neatly in pairs across one side of the room. On the other side, adjacent with the door that led to the bathroom, stood a cabinet and a table. The cabinet was empty, requested specifically to accommodate the belongings the players brought. On the table were the materials they would be using for the night, covered neatly by a sheet of white cloth.

 

“We will be announcing the sleeping arrangements now” Mitsui called mischievously, “Once your name is called, please place your belongings in the cabinet over there and be seated on your respective futons. Please occupy the first few available futons starting from the far end down to the near end.” Everyone looked uncertainly at each other.

 

“Akagi Takenori and Uozumi Jun.”

 

“Mitsui Hisashi and Miyagi Ryota.”

 

“Sakuragi Hanamichi and Kiyota Nobunaga.”

 

“Sendoh Akira and Rukawa Kaede.”

 

“Koshino Hiroaki and Kogure Kiminobu.”

 

“Maki Shinichi and Jin Soichiro.”

 

“Hanagata Toru and Fujima Kenji.” With that, everyone shuffled to the cabinet then their' futons. “Congratulations, the person beside you will be your partner for the evening” Miyagi announced. They were greeted with a few:

 

“EEEEEEEEH?!”s

 

“For our first activity, we will have an icebreaker: Paint me a Picture!” Mitsui announced, completely ignoring the shocked reactions. “These are the mechanics: The game will be played by pairs, one pair after another. Once you have chosen a topic, you will present it before the audience. Winner is determined by grading of 1-10, with 10 as the highest.”

 

“What's the prize?” Sakuragi asked. Mitsui grinned.

 

“It's a surprise but I promise, it's everything you want and need. And it's expensive.” With that, everyone was motivated.

 

“Hai! So, who will be first?” he checked his clipboard and pointed at Sendoh and Rukawa, “You're up!” he held out a box of papers to Sendoh, “Pick! Pick! Pick!” he cheered. Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the hyperactive point guard. Sendoh picked one calmly and looked at it.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yelled, jaw dropping open. Rukawa grabbed the paper and almost died of shock.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he echoed. Everyone gasped. This was bad. If Mr. `I'm-gonna-shut-up-because-I-find-you-annoying' Rukawa was yelling… well, that signaled the end of the world. “No way! NO WAY!” he backed away. Mitsui grabbed him and whispered something in his ear.

 

“Oh…” Rukawa relented. He shrugged and approached Sendoh. Sendoh stopped and, with the same relenting look, he gathered the Shohoku player into his arms and guided him onto his hands and knees. Rukawa bent his elbows and arched his back, without touching the floor, leaving his ass out in the air. Everyone frowned curiously. Sendoh knelt down on one knee and ran his hand down Rukawa's spine, resting briefly on one globe of his ass. He pressed his clothed crotch against the aforementioned body part while reaching underneath Rukawa to cup his crotch with his other hand. Everyone almost fainted in shock, seeing them in that rather compromising (and very, very sexy) position. Miyagi and Mitsui grinned widely.

 

“Ten seconds, guys” Mitsui announced, looking at his watch. “Oooookaaaay… stop!” he grinned even wider as the two dusted themselves off, smiling softly to each other before taking their place in the semi-circle, Rukawa sitting in Sendoh's lap. “There was a reason why we chose to invite only the fourteen of us you know” Mitsui explained. Realization dawned on everyone. Slowly, smiles spread across all their faces.

 

“Sakuragi, Kiyota. Your turn” Miyagi announced. Sakuragi and Kiyota stood up and fished out a piece of paper. Sakuragi grinned and knelt down in front of Kiyota. He grabbed one ass cheek and brought his lips to press against Kiyota's crotch. Kiyota threw one leg over Sakuragi's shoulder and ran his fingers through his lover's red hair. After ten seconds, they were asked to stop.

 

“Sashi, it's our turn” Miyagi told his lover, looking up from his clipboard. Mitsui nodded and pulled out a sheet of paper. `Sitting', it stated. He grabbed a chair and sat down, pulling Miyagi onto his lap. He hooked his left arm under Miyagi's left knee and pulled it to the side. His other hand made to wander inside Miyagi's pants and fondle his lover. Miyagi moaned softly. He turned his head to the left to greet his lover's lips with his own as his left hand tangled in Mitsui's hair while his right went to help Mitsui's right hand. As they had with the other two pairs, the audience's breath hitched in their throats. Damn, this was so erotic… After ten seconds, Miyagi and Mitsui pulled away, but not without a parting kiss.

 

“Okay, so who's next?”

 

“Uozumi-san and Captain” Miyagi announced. Akagi shrugged and stood up, hauling Uozumi up behind hi. He fished out a piece of paper and frowned. Uozumi looked over his shoulder to read the picture they were to paint.

 

“You do realize that this means you get to do the freshmen's chores for the whole week” Akagi raised an eyebrow.

 

“Whaaaaaaaaat?!” Mitsui whined.

 

“Don't be such a spoilsport Takenori” Uozumi laughed, he pushed Akagi to lie down on the floor and spread the Shohoku captain's legs to settle in between them. He dipped his head to kiss the shorter player's neck while Akagi wound his arms around Uozumi's neck. They held their position for a few moments until Miyagi announced that they could now stop.

 

“You're still doing those chores,” Akagi pointed out, making Miyagi and Mitsui sweatdrop.

 

“Ah… hehehehe… Next up is Maki-san and Jin-kun” Miyagi announced holding the papers for them to pick one. Maki grinned and whispered something in Jin's ear. Jin smiled back and waited for Maki to lie down on the floor, his knees bent. Once he had done so, the three-pointer sat down on his crotch and placed his hands on Maki's flat, washboard stomach, arching his back elegantly and throwing his head back. Maki ran his hands over his lover's chest and waited for the ten seconds to be up.

 

“Times up!” Mitsui called, grinning widely. The two got up and kissed softly before returning to their seats.

 

“Fujima-san, Hanagata-san” Miyagi called. Fujima was to one who picked the picture to `paint'. He showed it to Hanagata before being pushed against the nearby wall and their lips locking together in an erotic battle for dominance. Hanagata lifted the smaller player up to rub their crotches together, making Fujima pull away to moan, leaving Hanagata to suck at his neck. Fujima gripped Hanagata's shoulders tightly as he arched his back in pleasure. He squirmed as the ten seconds ticked by slowly. When Miyagi finally told them to stop, he let out a sigh of relief and allowed Hanagata to carry him bride-style to their place.

 

Koshino took out a piece of paper, the last, before laying Kogure on his back and kissing him quickly. His lips ran down his lover's clothed chest and stomach before stopping just above his cock. Kogure sucked in a sharp breath as he watched his lover. However, Koshino merely spun around so that, his lips were still hovering over Kogure's crotch, but his own crotch was hovering over Kogure's lips. Kogure gripped both globes of his butt to press the Ryonan player's cock against his lips. Koshino moaned softly. Sendoh grinned.

 

“Who'da thunk that hot-headed Kosh and quiet Kogure had such steamy sex?” he blurted out loud, making the two blush as they waited for the ten seconds to go by. Finally Miyagi announced the end of the game and the two computed the scores that each pair received. Miyagi and Mitsui won by an inch, versus Hanagata and Fujima. No one complained though. This was getting really enjoyable. Mitsui and Miyagi announced the next activity to be a simple game of `Pass the Parcel'.

 

“It's really easy. You pass the parcel around. If the music stops and you're holding the parcel, you rip off a layer and pick a consequence” Miyagi explained holding up a newspaper-wrapped parcel. “The person who rips off the last layer of the parcel wins it. But he still has to do the consequence.”

 

“Ready?” Mitsui asked gleefully, pressing a button on the remote. Music flooded the hall.

 

I like big butts and I cannot lie!

You other brothers can't deny…

 

Everyone sweatdropped as the parcel was passed around. Everyone was looking at it nervously, passing it faster and faster. Sure, the `game' earlier was fun, demo, Mitsui and Miyagi had a sick sense of `fun'. To Uozumi's horror, Akagi threw the package into his lap just as Mitsui pushed the button to stop the music. Everyone looked at him in pity as a trembling hand went to retrieve a small strip of paper.

 

::Have a 5-minute make-out session with the person you are least likely to have sex with::

 

Uozumi could have killed Miyagi and Mitsui. Miyagi read the paper out loud. “So who's it gonna be?” he asked to the public in general. Fingers pointed immediately and unanimously to Kiyota.

 

“Whaaaaaaaat?!” Kiyota screamed, darting back.

 

“Bear with me” Uozumi groaned and moved to pull the trembling freshman closer. It took all of Akagi, Maki and Hanagata's strength to pull back a fuming redhead from throttling either Uozumi, for making out with his lover, or Miyagi and Mitsui, for coming up with the consequences. After five minutes, Kiyota was allowed to pull away. Despite appearances, Uozumi was actually quite a good kisser, and surprisingly sweet. He shot the Ryonan captain a small smile before cuddling up against his own lover. The music started again as Uozumi grabbed the remote. “No way am I going through that again,” he grunted. The parcel went around the circle, everyone getting more nervous by the second. Uozumi grinned and stopped the music. An `X' formed on Akagi's brow as he discovered the infernal object resting in his hands. Reluctantly, he picked up a piece of paper.

 

::Spend ten minutes in the shower with your naked lover without touching him or yourself::

 

“What the fuck kind of dare is this?!” he bellowed. Mitsui grabbed the paper and read it aloud, laughing and ducking out of Akagi's reach. Akagi groaned and started to walk to the bathroom with Uozumi following behind. Everyone followed into the enormous bathroom excitedly. Uozumi and Akagi walked into the enclosed shower area, away from the prying eyes of the other players. Ten minutes after that, Akagi emerged, very red in the face and an obvious bulge in his pants. Uozumi followed out after him, smirking and zipping up his fly. The others giggled and walked back into the function room as Uozumi started the music yet again. This time, without looking, he stopped the music and the startled but cute Jin tilted his head to the side gazing at the package in his hands. Maki couldn't resist the urge to kiss him.

 

“Pick a dare, love” he reminded to the outstretched container.

 

::Do a striptease:: it stated. What game would be complete without that infernal dare?

 

“Oh, okay” Jin stood up after Miyagi had read out the dare. Uozumi put on some sensual music, perfect for stripteases. Jin turned so that he was facing his lover, swaying his hips slowly. Maki grinned, licking his lips. Jin let the movements of the dance flow through him as he removed his clothes piece by piece. Everyone was entranced, gazing at him as he seduced them with an erotic dance; who thought that the quiet three-pointer had it in him? He came to his boxers and shed it quickly, making everyone raise an eyebrow in appreciation (Mitsui whistled, earning him a sharp jab in the ribs by Miyagi) before Maki pulled him down and dressed him up quickly.

 

“Mine” he pointed out possessively. Jin smiled softly before settling down beside his lover again. Koshino threw Uozumi a look before pointing discreetly to Kogure. Uozumi grinned and nodded, readying the music. The parcel stopped, a few moments later, in the Shohoku vice-captain's lap.

 

“Anou…” Kogure started.

 

“Pick, pick, pick” his teammates chanted. Kogure reached out a trembling hand to pick out a consequence. He immediately regretted putting Mitsui and Miyagi in charge of the program.

 

::Jack off in front of everybody::

 

“Anou…” he started again, showing the paper to Koshino who read it aloud gleefully. Kogure shot him a glare before sighing and crawling to the center of the circle. Those behind him crawled around to get a better view. Koshino helped him drag his pants down to his knees, exposing his hardening length to the public as he knelt down, legs spread as wide as he could. He slid his hands down and slowly stroked himself. He moaned softly as he gripped his length with his right hand and rubbed the tip with the other. He started to move his right hand up and down his length, slowly at first, then getting faster and faster. He clenched his eyes shut and cupped his balls and moved his hips in rhythm with his hand. He moaned a long “Hiroooo…” trying hard to imagine that only his lover was watching him. It was always the quiet ones who seemed to do it right.

 

“Cum for me, Kimi…” Koshino whispered, close to Kogure's ear, “Scream my name and cum for me.” Kogure's eyes flew open as he felt himself release into his hands screaming:

 

“HIRO!!!” A few moments later, everyone regained their senses and raised shocked eyebrows at the drained vice-captain. Koshino helped Kogure tidy himself up, the latter being spent and all, licking the bespectacled boy's cum-soaked hands.

 

“Wow” Sendoh remarked, earning a small smile from Kogure.

 

“Arigatou.” They returned to their semi-circle formation and waited for Kogure and Koshino to re-emerge from the bathroom where Kogure had decided to wash his hands. Soon enough, the lovers returned to their seats and the music continued. Maki felt the parcel pass his hands just as his senses no longer detected to the music.

 

“Pick, itooshi” Jin smiled softly. Maki sighed and took a consequence. It was simple:

 

::Give your biggest rival a blowjob::

 

He scanned the room for potential rivals and his gaze landed on Fujima and Miyagi. Payback he thought, grinning evilly before grabbing Miyagi's legs and pulling him to lie underneath himself.

 

“What the…?” Mitsui grabbed the paper from Jin and looked at it. Realization dawned on him and he glared at the Kainan point guard, crossing his arms over his chest in a huff.

 

“This was your idea, Mitsui-san” Maki pointed out as he undid Miyagi's pants and pulled him out. Miyagi looked questioningly at Mitsui who shrugged. All thoughts soon flew out of Miyagi's mind as Maki's lips sent him reeling. He searched for something on the ground to clutch at but found nothing. He ran his hands through Maki's hair instead, holding on for dear life as Maki's head bobbed up and down the length of his crotch. Maki hummed carelessly around the short point guard's length, making Miyagi cry out in pleasure as the vibrations aroused him to no end. He arched his back off the ground as Maki nipped on the skin below the head. Shit, Maki knew how to give a blowjob, a damn good one at that. “I want to hear my name from your pretty lips” Maki whispered in the shorter player's ear, momentarily giving Miyagi time to recollect his thoughts. It was short-lived however when Maki returned and gave him one long, hard suck. Miyagi cried out for all he was worth:

 

“SHINICHIIIIII!!!”

 

Mitsui looked murderous. If Sakuragi wasn't Sakuragi, Mitsui could almost have killed him for restraining the deliriously angry ex-MVP. However, that didn't stop the latter from throwing kicks and punches at the redhead in an effort to break free of the vice-grip in order to throw kicks and punches at the Kainan captain.

 

“Maki, you dolt!” Sakuragi growled, gripping a screaming Mitsui in a bear hug to keep the ex-gangster from hitting him. Everyone sweatdropped. Maki grinned and licked his lips, letting Miyagi up.

 

“Delicious” he murmured flirtatiously. Miyagi mumbled a `thanks' and crawled over to his steaming lover. “It was your own fault, baka,” Maki reiterated moving back to his own lover who smiled sweetly at him. Mitsui growled low in his throat as Uozumi started up the music to prevent another world war from occurring. It was Hanagata who was victimized next.

 

::If you're seme, have sex as uke and vice versa::

 

“With Kenji?” he asked, showing the piece of paper to a rather calmed-down Mitsui, which was probably thanks to Miyagi who was sucking on his lover's neck and stroking his crotch.

 

“Yeah. Whoever you like.”

 

“Here?”

 

“Yep.” Mitsui nodded before turning to his lover and kissing him on the lips. Hanagata sighed. Oh well, things could be worse. He explained the situation to Fujima, whose eyes shone brightly. He pushed Hanagata to lie on his back quickly stripping his lover's lower half.

 

“Let's make this quick okay?” he grinned, “Lube anyone?” Mitsui pulled a tube out of his pocket and threw it to the Shoyo captain. Fujima grinned a `thanks' and lubed up two fingers. He leaned closer to his lover, whispering just above Hanagata's lips: “Do you know how long I've wanted to do this, Toru?” He slipped a finger into Hanagata, making the center squirm in discomfort. Hanagata moaned softly before Fujima dipped his head to kiss his lover. He pushed a second finger in, making a `scissors' motion to stretch Hanagata. The vice-captain pulled away from Fujima's lips, arching his back and moaning loud. Fujima grinned, running a finger down his chest, stomach and crotch to rest at the tip of his cock before removing it and kissing the spot that his finger had just evacuated. His fingers probed and searched for the `spot'. Hanagata let out a yelp as Fujima touched him there.

 

Fujima smiled and lubed himself up, settling himself in between Hanagata's parted legs. He pushed the tip in slowly before driving himself in, quickly, to the hilt, moaning as Hanagata's tightness wrapped around him. Hanagata's lips parted in a silent scream as pain overwhelmed him. Fujima slowly rocked in and out as the pain started to subside, replaced with a distinct feeling of pleasure. The tall center was unaccustomed to the feeling, usually being the one to be the doing than the done, but moments later, he felt himself releasing with a cry of ecstasy over their shirts. Fujima let out a cry of his own and he came into Hanagata. He slid out slowly, panted slightly then helped his lover up.

 

“Give us a sec okay?” he said, walking to the bathroom with his lover, but not before grabbing a pair of shirts. Everyone shrugged.

 

“Talk about voyeurism. I'm sure you two wanted to see this, didn't you?” Sendoh asked, looking pointedly at Mitsui and Miyagi who grinned mischievously. “Let's get this over with. Only two more dares left.” Uozumi played the music and purposely stopped it when the package landed in Koshino's hands.

 

::Do something in front of everybody that you would never dream of doing::

 

Koshino thought for a long, long while. So long in fact, Hanagata and Fujima had returned to the bathroom, freshly showered and happily horny once again.

 

“After ten years!” Kiyota shouted. Koshino glared at him before turning to Kogure who was helping him think.

 

“Mou, I have no idea! If I don't even dream of doing it, how am I supposed to know what it is?” he wailed. An idea hit Kogure but he visibly blanched. “What is it, koi?” he asked. Kogure whispered it to him. Koshino choked and gagged. “No way!!” he yelled.

 

“Demo, that's all I can think of!” Kogure sighed.

 

“Can I use a proxy instead?” Koshino asked pleadingly at Mitsui and Miyagi. The two looked at each other and shrugged.

 

“You can use my stuff toy…” Kogure sighed again, going over to his things to retrieve a cute, cuddy stuffed dog. He promptly walked out of the room and into the bathroom, covering his ears. After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door and called “Kogure-san, you can come out now.” Kogure looked up and walked out, seeing everyone, gasping on the floor, trying to erase the images from their minds, and a very red, very fuming, almost-to-the-point-of-erupting Koshino standing in the middle of the circle, zipper undone and stuffed toy in one hand.

 

“Gomen, Kimi…” he whispered, handing the dog back.

 

“Poor Hiro…” Kogure cooed, wrapping the boy in his arms, trying to soothe the savage beast. Koshino glared at everyone in the room before sitting down in a huff, Kogure following his a moment later after putting the stuffed toy back in his bag. Everyone crawled back to their' seats, shuddering involuntarily.

 

“Last one” Uozumi declared as he started the music. Fujima sighed as he saw the package land in his lap. He pulled off the last sheet of newspaper to reveal a set of padded handcuffs.

 

“This is the prize?” he asked.

 

“Yep” Mitsui grinned devilishly. Fujima shrugged and set it aside as he grabbed the last piece of paper.

 

::Seduce your favorite person who is not your boyfriend::

 

Fujima looked up and scanned the room. His eyes landed on one person and he grinned equally devilishly. He held up the paper, showing it to everyone. “Seduce your favorite person who is not you lover,” he announced briefly before crawling across the circle to a particular scarred, Shohoku player. Miyagi's look turned from Fujima to Mitsui and back to Fujima as the captain's hands started wandering over his lover's chest. Mitsui looked rather shocked, not expecting the dare to turn back on him. Fujima slid over his legs to sit on his lap, running his hands through Mitsui's cropped hair. He traced Mitsui's scar with his tongue while rocking his hips. Mitsui tried to stifle a moan unsuccessfully. He felt himself being laid down. Fujima entangled his fingers into Mitsui's, bringing his hands to rest just above his head. With a flick of the wrist, Fujima expertly cuffed them to the leg of the table with the prize he had just won.

 

“Ke… Kenji…” Mitsui stuttered just before Fujima shut him up with his lips. Mitsui moaned and rocked his hips against the coach's. Fujima ran his hands under Mitsui's shirt, teasing the hardened nubs. Mitsui groaned as Fujima bit them through the fabric of his shirt. Miyagi and Hanagata were starting to get agitated.

 

“We said `seduce' not `have sex with'. I think that's just about enough” Miyagi finally announced. Sendoh laughed.

 

“I think that's how Mitsui felt when Maki was doing you,” he pointed out. Miyagi frowned and threw a pillow in the general direction of the spiky head. Sendoh dodged it, laughing. “Anyway, I think we should call this a night” he suggested, gesturing to the dark sky that was slowly starting to become light, “I, personally, need some… `quality time' with my Kae-chan. Especially considering we've all been teasing each other for the whole night.”

 

“I have to agree with that smiley baka” Sakuragi added, notably rubbing Kiyota's crotch.

 

“I third the motion” Koshino piped up, clutching a kawaii Kogure in his arms.

 

“Well, then, with that having been said, we, the members of team Shohoku, would like to thank you all for participating actively in the first assembly of the Basketball Geniuses' Association” Mitsui concluded mock-courteously, “We all invite you to enjoy our first-class bedroom services which we have prepared here.” He pulled off the tablecloth to reveal a wide array of lubricant, condoms and sex toys. “Enjoy your… ahem… morning.”

 

Everyone turned to their partners and grinned widely, quickly making a dive for the item of their choice.