Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ Surprise, Surprise ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Surprise, Surprise

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): SenMitRu

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance/General

Summary: When a simple crush on him turns into an all out war against him, what's Sendoh to do? Why, grin and bear it!

Author's Note: Okay, crappy title and summary, demo it's all I can think of right now! Gomen! =P

Enjoy!

Ever since they had first met in the first grade, Rukawa Kaede had always had a thing for him. At first, for a boy of seven, all he believed it to be was a desire to be his one and true best friend. They'd hang around the house, lounging about by the pool on sweltering summers then he'd teach Rukawa the basics of his favorite sport, Basketball. Rukawa was no athlete. Being more of a musician, a pianist, he had very poor hand and foot coordination, especially when it came to extreme activities like sports; but Rukawa loved the game nevertheless because he loved it.

Then on the eve of his fifteenth birthday, it dawned on him and Rukawa had come to realize that, what was once a deep-rooted desire for friendship, was actually… love. It was four months since then and, not only was he unable to suppress the desire, the desire--no not `desire'… the need grew.

He felt himself craving for his attention, so he had forced himself to do so well in Basketball that he could not ignore him. Rukawa had become the best among the rest, but he still didn't have his undivided attention.

He felt himself suppressing the desire to mutilate the corpses of those who had receive his affections, so he had indulged in many other women to make him jealous. Guess what? It hadn't worked.

Finally, he felt himself wishing that he were any other person but Rukawa Kaede.

Why?

Because Rukawa Kaede is now a student of St. Shohoku's Academic Institution for Boys (more like Mental Institution), where homosexuality was about as common and as welcome as an epidemic of Meningococcemia. What's more is that incest was against both religious and government laws.

His name is Sendoh Akira, Rukawa's first cousin on his mother's side.

Rukawa pushed the door open into the gym and acknowledged his teammates' greetings with a short wave. He headed straight to the locker rooms ignoring his best friend's ranting about how Rukawa was a `baka kitsune' and he was a `tensai Basketball man'. A yelp of pain came ringing through the shut door as Akagi, the team captain, had apparently slammed his fist onto Sakuragi, his best friend's skull.

“Do'ahou” Rukawa sighed under his breath and changed into his training clothes.

“Rukawa-kun?” A soft sweet voice called as Kogure poked his head into the locker rooms, “Would you mind handling Sakuragi-kun for the day? With the inter-high school district games coming up and all, Akagi and I need to train the other freshmen thoroughly.”

“You know he won't listen to me, Kogure-sempai” he replied with a sigh, following his senior out into the gym proper.

“Challenge him to a one on one then” Kogure suggested, patting him on the back and jogging off without waiting for a reply. Rukawa sighed again. Sure he and Sakuragi were best friends, demo, that stupid baka had a skull thicker than the Great Wall of China. He was also extremely jealous of Rukawa's talent for Basketball.

Ha! Talent my ASS. I worked hard for this Rukawa thought, lobbing a ball in the general direction of Sakuragi's head. It resounded with a loud `SMACK!' then bounced onto the floor.

“Teme, KITSUNE!!!” Sakuragi bellowed and lunged for Rukawa who dodged him simply.

“One on one, do'ahou” Rukawa challenged. Sakuragi growled and made a grab for the ball, signaling the acceptance of the said challenge.

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It was two hours after dismissal from practice but Sakuragi and Rukawa were still playing. Rukawa yawned unconsciously as he guarded Sakuragi to keep him away from the net. Sure, Sakuragi was an excellent rebounder, had great jumping talent and could shoot fairly well, but he was always distracted and thus, he lost easily. However, his stubbornness was about as great as his thick head and he always called for a rematch when he lost. Rukawa couldn't take it anymore; he was tired! He grabbed the ball and made a dash for his net, scoring easily with a dunk to end the game.

A slow clap snapped them both out of their focused senses and they turned to the source of the sound. Rukawa stopped and stared.

“Akira” he murmured, quickly regaining his vigor and vitality. Sakuragi stole a glance at his best friend and sighed. He knew about Rukawa's feelings for his cousin and he also knew about his cowardice in admitting his feelings. Sendoh was outright gay, no questions asked; Sakuragi couldn't see the problem.

“Konbanwa, Kaede-chan” Sendoh greeted with a small wave and a wide smile. It couldn't help but put a smile on Rukawa's usually stoic face. No one could dare resist a smiling Rukawa. “I wanted you to meet someone,” he informed. To everyone's displeasure, Rukawa's smile disappeared. A longhaired guy stepped into the gym from behind Sendoh. “This is my boyfriend--” Sendoh introduced, smiling warily, but he was cut off as Sakuragi gasped.

“Aaah! AAAAAAH!!! Y… you're MITSUI HISASHI” he yelled, pointing rather rudely. Rukawa frowned. Mitsui smirked.

“I see my reputation precedes me,” he declared cockily, making Sakuragi roll his eyes.

“Ass” he muttered. Mitsui Hisashi was Japan's most infamous gangster, no one gang did not know that name and no gang would survive without knowing and fearing it. Rukawa merely turned his back and walked to the locker rooms. Sakuragi held Sendoh's gaze steady for a few moments before turning, too, and following Rukawa out of the gym.

“How rude…” Mitsui muttered under his breath at both Sakuragi and Rukawa, “Akira, I don't care if he's your cousin or whatever, but I don't like the way he treated you…”

“Forget it, Hisashi” Sendoh sighed and turned around, pulling Mitsui out. Mitsui didn't see the grin on Sendoh's lips…

…neither did Sendoh see the one on Mitsui's.

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It was two days later when Rukawa found himself trudging a lonely path home. Sakuragi, who usually accompanied him after basketball practice, was stuck at Yohei's, his gangmate's house, working on a must-do project that was due tomorrow. He let out a soft sigh and walked through a familiar alley he knew was a shortcut to his house.

“Konbanwa, Rukawa-kun” came a long drawl. Rukawa's head snapped up to find a group of rather burly-looking men standing in his path. He frowned and started to turn away, when the crowd parted and a rather familiar face appeared.

Great. It was his cousin's boyfriend. How appropriate.

“What?” he asked shortly. He didn't have time to waste on this imbecile. It would be better to spend it sleeping. Mitsui was glad to be entertained, no matter how unwelcome it sounded.

“Did Sendoh tell you yet?” he asked, grinning widely. This tweaked Rukawa's curiosity.

“Tell me what?”

“That I broke up with him yesterday” Mitsui shrugged nonchalantly. Rukawa flew into immediate rage. Mitsui broke up with his Akira?! How?! How could anyone NOT want Sendoh Akira? How could this… this punk totally abuse his privilege that was reserved for very few?!

He was about to screech his mind out (which he hardly ever--- wait… let me rephrase that-- NEVER did) at the bastard, when he realized the implications of the gangster's statement.

Akira's unavailable again! Rukawa cheered inwardly.

“Hn…” he turned his back to the gangster and started to walk away.

“For you” Mitsui called. Rukawa stopped and turned to the long haired guy.

“What?”

“I said I broke up with Akira for you… Kaede…” Mitsui replied with a sly smile. Rukawa's jaw dropped open. Mitsui took the opportunity to stride forward and capture the boy's lip in his, slipping his tongue in. Rukawa could barely comprehend the events that were happening so fast. One minute he loathed the jerk, the next, the jerk had kissed him… This was getting confusing… But he had to admit…

Mitsui was one hell of a kisser.

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“Kaede-chan!” someone called from the door of the classroom. Everyone turned to see a rather hot, leather-clad guy standing there with a wide smile on his lips. The girls sighed, hearts in their eyes as he stepped in and looked around for the object of his affections. He and Rukawa had been going out for quite a while now, two months to be in fact. Rukawa surprisingly had found something in Mitsui that could replace what he saw in Sendoh. Not that he forgot all about his cousin.

“Excuse me, may I help you?” the teacher asked, his eyebrow twitching and an X forming on his brow.

“No you can't” he replied breezily, “Ah. There.” He spotted the boy sleeping on his desk. He quickly strode over and tapped him awake.

“…Nobody dis—“ Rukawa started to say but he realized who had woken him up, “What are you doing here, Sashi?” Everyone followed their' conversation closely.

“I have a surprise for you” he leered at the slightly smaller boy. Rukawa looked at him before he sighed.

“Okay, okay. I'm coming,” he agreed, grabbing his stuff.

“Mr. Rukawa. Please sit down. This class is not over yet!” the teacher screeched.

“Shut it” Mitsui hissed and followed Rukawa out. They walked side by side to Mitsui's car before hopping in. Mitsui leaned over to kiss Rukawa soundly on the lips. Rukawa moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Mitsui's neck. “Save it, Kae, for my surprise” Mitsui smiled secretively.

“Okay…” Rukawa replied a bit uncertainly. The spent the thirty-minute drive in silence until Mitsui pulled over the curb to his gang house. His gang mates greeted them with smiles and waves as they hurried off to accomplish whatever menial tasks they were to do. Mitsui took Rukawa's hand into his and led him upstairs to his room.

“Ready?” he asked, his other hand on the doorknob. Rukawa merely shrugged so Mitsui pushed open the door and pulled him in. Rukawa's jaw dropped and his gaze landed on Mitsui's `surprise'. It was Sendoh, bound to the bed with his hands and feet tied to the corners, naked and gagged. His blue eyes widened as he saw who had entered.

Rukawa looked from Sendoh to Mitsui, back to Sendoh, then to Mitsui again. A wiiiiiiide smile suddenly found its way onto his face. Mitsui `oof'ed as Rukawa launched himself into his arms in a tight hug.

“Arigatou, Hisashi!!” he squealed happily, so un-Rukawa-ish, “How did you know?!!!” Sendoh's eyes widened, if possible, even more; this definitely wasn't his quiet, reserved cousin. He glared at his ex for turning his kawaii kitsune-chan into an incubus-possessed nymphomaniac. Mitsui smiled and kissed him.

“I'll be damned if I didn't know my Kae! Besides, you were mumbling his name over and over when you sleep” Mitsui teased. Rukawa stuck his tongue out at him. “Enjoy, Kae. I'll make sure there're no hang-ups, ne, Akira?” Mitsui shot a look at Sendoh who returned a glare. “You wouldn't mind me watching, would you, Kae?” Rukawa shook his head distractedly as he started shedding his jacket and polo. Mitsui leaned over to run his hands over Rukawa's muscular torso, making the latter reward him with a kiss.

“Sit down and behave, Sashi” Rukawa teased before unbuttoning his pants and letting them slide to the floor. Mitsui grinned, squeezed Rukawa's ass and sat down on the nearby couch. After shedding his boxers, Rukawa walked over to the bed and crawled over Sendoh.

“Do you know how long I've wanted this?” he growled, “I'll tell you, Akira: too damn long!” He ran his hands up Sendoh's chest, making the latter shiver. “I've wanted you since the first time I met you...” he murmured through a lust-hazed vision. “I've wanted you all the way through grade school, middle school and junior high… and now in high school. Hell, the only reason why I play basketball is to impress you, but did you take note of my progress? Hell, no. Newsflash, Akira. I. Am. Better. Than. You” Rukawa hissed, jabbing a finger onto Sendoh's chest as he enunciated every word sharply. “Think of this as repentance for all your sins against me… All those years you've made me waste pining over you, all those days wasted on practicing Basketball instead of piano, all those night of lost sleep thanks to you! You should thank my Sashi for giving you the opportunity to plead for my forgiveness,” he declared, shooting a grateful smile and a kawaii flying kiss to the aforementioned gangster.

Sendoh raised an eyebrow as if to say `Yours?' Rukawa glared at him.

“Yes, he's mine now…” he hissed, “And so are you…” With that, he dipped his head and started kissing and licking Sendoh's neck. His hands wandered his cousin's chest, lightly brushing his fingers over the hardening nubs and earning a moan in return. “See? You want this as well…” Rukawa whispered triumphantly. He moved lower to lick at one nipple, deliberately rubbing their erections together. Sendoh gasped through the gag, making Rukawa smirk. “Like that, Akira?” he asked cockily. Slowly though, he slid up Sendoh's body to sit on his chest, momentarily cutting off his supply of oxygen. “If you scream, Hisashi will kill you,” he growled before slipping off the gag. Sendoh opened his mouth to speak but Rukawa quickly slid his cock into the vacant space. Gripping the headboard, he began fucking Sendoh's mouth easily, moaning rather loudly.

Sendoh choked as Rukawa's cock touched the back of his throat but that didn't stop the younger player, if only, he only increased his pace. Sendoh squeezed his eyes shut, willing the nightmare to end. He vaguely heard Rukawa let out a short scream as he felt warm liquid gushing down his throat.

Rukawa slid himself out and gave Sendoh a quick kiss on the lips before putting the gag back on. “Sashi!” he called.

“Hai, itooshi?” Mitsui asked sweetly. He was seated rather lazily on the couch, one leg slung over the arm of the couch and his elbow resting on the other with his cheek rested in his knuckles.

“Lube, koishii?” Rukawa asked. Mitsui grinned and, having already gotten it, tossed it over. Sendoh's eyes went impossibly wide. “Relax, Akira” Rukawa murmured seductively, coating three of his fingers in the slippery substance. To Sendoh's surprise, Rukawa pushed two fingers into his own hole. Rukawa moaned, arching his back elegantly, driving them in further. Mitsui's sat up, watching closely with a wide smile on his lips. Rukawa shut his eyes, moaning Mitsui's name softly as he flexed his fingers experimentally. After getting used to the feel, he slipped in a third finger and stretched himself a bit. Finally, finishing the preparation on himself, he coated his hand with a shitload of lubricant and applied it onto Sendoh's hard on.

Sendoh let out a small moan as Rukawa's hand slid up and down his length. Just as he felt himself about to fall off the edge of sanity, Rukawa let go. When he was about to whimper a protest, Rukawa's hand was immediately replaced by his tight ass. The both gasped as the tip of Sendoh's cock slipped into Rukawa. Mitsui grinned, liking the show a lot.

“Don't move!” Rukawa ordered, out of breath. Sendoh held perfectly still (not that he could move much), afraid of hurting his younger cousin. Rukawa impaled himself further onto Sendoh's cock, sheathing his cousin fully. Sendoh moaned loudly, but that soon died on his lips as he gazed up at Rukawa's pale figure, head tossed back and back arched in bliss as Sendoh's cock touched `the spot'.

Mitsui's hand wandered down his pants as he gazed at the erotic scene before him. Rukawa's palm lied flat on the bed's surface, just beside Sendoh's shoulders, aiding him in the back and forth movements he induced. Over and over, he hit that spot that gave him, and everyone around him, pure bliss, causing him to yelp and then moan each time. He increased his pace faster and faster, sending both his and his cousin's mind reeling.

I can't… I can't… Rukawa thought desperately, feeling himself falling off the edge. He buried his face in Sendoh's neck and screamed his release, cumming long and hard over their stomachs and the bed. Not two seconds after, Sendoh, too, came screaming. For a few seconds everything was quiet as they both lay spent. Finally, Rukawa lifted himself up and off Sendoh.

“Sashi, knife” Rukawa called. Mitsui tossed the sheathed blade to him and Rukawa whipped it open to cut the bindings off Sendoh's hands and feet. “You can go” he whispered and turned to Mitsui. Sendoh caught his wrist before he could do so, though. He pulled off the gag and said:

“After that shameless display of erotic seduction, you think I would let you go?” To Rukawa's surprise, he smirked. “My dear Kaede, you must be joking…” He pulled Rukawa closer and kissed him soundly on the lips. Mitsui smirked.

“Unless you're willing to submit yourself to me once again, I'm afraid that that desire would be no more than a dream” he said, an eyebrow raised. They both turned to look at him.

“Ah, but you do realize with you sitting there sexy like that and all, I wouldn't mind being… ahem… under you again” Sendoh returned. Mitsui grinned and stood up.

“Well then, now that that's settled,” he tackled them to lay back against the bed again, “It's my turn.”

Owari