"Hai, Syuusuke desu ka." Sheisse, i'm in Germany, not Japan!
"Studying, naaa.?"
-Kck!- Omae! AND STOP PURPOSELY BREATHING HEAVILY ON THE PHONE!
"So..you're not coming out, naa?"
Damn you! Stop tempting me! "Bastard. I'm no' a genius lik' yer! Even Te-" Oh shit..oh shit..oh shitohshitohshitohshit.."S-sorr'ie..i-i'll c-"
"No."
OH SHIT - he's starting it!
"I'm cuming over..to you.."
No, i've had enough. "No, I-I can't. I just can't. I need my studytime. I will be interpreting for Tezuka senpai for his tennis practice today."
"Ho..as expected from the genius cousin of Syuusuke's..."
No, you're not stalling me. "Oshitari, please-"
"Shall I..?"
"NO!" No, don't, don't go on or else i'll be late. "I-I'll have to call Aniki - now." I can't take this anymore, I've to call Aniki..oh..I think he KNOWS I'll be calling him anytime soon. Why must this happen to me..if only..if only Tezuka-senpai knows..maybe - maybe..
"(Siiiigh)"
Teme! Just get off the phone already - cos..i..can't..put..down..i wanna hear you..more..AARRRGH!! Damn he wins! "Tonigh' if I'm free I'll call yer."
"Yesyes...laterrrrr.."
"A-ah." Finally I can press that damn "off " button.
No need to call. Almost every night he would always find his way in my dormitory - on my bed.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
more
He gasped, throwing his head back, moaning..his member swelled and hardened, feeling hands slid up to his chest, feeling a biting sensation teasing his nipple. Then he realised what was going on. "Stop! What are you doing?!" he tried to push the burglar away who landed with a loud THUD.
He blinked. Burglar? He looked down at the groaning figure. The heavy smell of alcohol and sweat could choke him to vomit - in fact it was him too - when was that?! His thoughts screamed, struggling to piece the recent memories -
"Ah." He remembered. He had a - many - drinks with T-
"TEZUKA?!" Oshitari Yuushi scrambled frantically towards the headboard - and he thought his skull would smash as pain seared into him, reminding him that it was the wall that his head banged onto.
WALL?! The genius looked behind him - a white wall stretched all way to a bare ceiling [except for a fan of such apartment-design that he wondered when did he allowed such a UDT (unidentified disgusting THING) into his life] to - not his bedroom but - a place he could not recognise.
By now the figure named Tezuka was sitting on the UD - uh - carpet (looked plain but it looked as if of a nicer material so it's worth calling it by its thing-name) - NAKED.
"WHAT-" he looked away, realising he had been staring at the figure's member - still hard even after such a commotion. "T-t" he tried to speak but he couldn't. He felt feverish and his head started spinning. Shaking his head, face buried in his hands..I don't understand
A sob broke his train of thought.
He couldn't understand how he found the strength to move his limbs - indulging in that quick yet gentle brush furs of the blanket tingling onto his own member - kneeling in front of the figure whose body could rip in harsh uncontrollable sobs, supporting the well-angled jaws in his hands, gently guiding the tear-streaked face to his groin, feeling the cold hands wrapping around his skin seeking comfort, "Fuji.."
He understood. Understood it all. He lifted himself a little as he cupped the heart-broken lips to the warmth of his swelling and hardened self, gently prying the comforted man to open, feeling himself sliding into the biting sensation of the teeth, gliding along the little bumps of tastebuds - and a hard shove to the back of the throat, surprising the senses which resonded almost immediately as he felt the once cold hands fingering in the wet warmth of excitement.
NOW - his senses screamed as he shoved himself harder and faster and a sudden burst of ecstasy rushed out, weakened as he sank onto the carpet, gasping for every breath that he could muster as he felt hot breath sucking the life of his own. Wash your mouth..disgusting u -
His eyes flared open in shock, his cry of pain harshly muffled as he met the stone-hard glare of response - he found himself suddenly thrown face-down - he struggled, trying to break free but was trapped by a huge weight, a heavy choking smell of warmth filled with remaining traces of his own semen -
Stop - he pleaded, feeling the merciless painful shots deep within him.
Hot breath tingled his sensation as he heard the voice replied, "..but yesterday you-" his senses heightened as he felt the hard painful sensation into him once more - "LIKEd."
Oh he couldn't..just couldn't..he wanted all of it, forcing himself not to concentrate on a face and a body he knew so well. His muffled cries of struggle melted into endless begging for his captor to hold on a little longer, a little more, his anus sore with repeated rapes but he would not want this moment to pass, not even a millisecond..
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His handphone rang in the midst of climaxing - despite Atobe's protests Oshitari grabbed his handphone at the mere glance - faster than his narcissist-lover who was still caught-up in climax - of the name displayed on-screen.
"Na ya! i'm so getting into the shove of things -" he broke in shock as he heard loud music blaring into his eardrums - he recognised that place - long time ago he brought drunken Atobe back from there - and now that same Atobe - slumped in his couch, was glaring at him, lips stiffening a groan of pain as he held back forcefully, feeling the sudden rude coldness of the air on his fair-skinned self.
Oshitari sighed, he was drained out, hoping for himself to be the one to lie down and let someone sore his anus this time. As if in answer by a call, someone would give him a good-shove-of-a-night.
And this wasn't the first time he knew that he would enjoy - from that same someone.
He knew that that someone's lover had left him for no reason whatsoever - or it could be that someone whose stubborness had caused the problem - again. He remembered the coincidental bump-into which ended up an endless..skin-on-skin erect - hmm - conversation..
He sighed as he depressed the 'disconnect' button of his handphone. He walked towards the now-almost-hysterical-naggy bitch of his, zipping up the sulking man's pants, kissing him with the silkiest of tone he could manage - something about an eight-year-old-prodigy-girl who needed advice to finish a musical composition before flying with her father who needed to clinch an oil deal in a few hours' time - and walking away into his car - he'd rather drive on his own, good timing too as the chauffeur was sick.
His poker-face expression was wearing off as he tried to hold back his excited self, feeling his own member swelling and hardened, thoughts running wild remembering Tezuka's tight grip and hard shovings threatening to rip him apart in frenzied progression -
-------
NOW - he sighed as warm gushed right into him, feeling the hard pressure inside of him, his captor still pinning him down, not letting go.
The fear of loneliess swept into them once more as they had to hold back their seemingly-forever desire - until he shoved himself into his hysterical narcissist of whom had been waiting long for the moment of pleasure - trying not to think of his night-til-morning-captor who would be sliding his into that genius of a blue-azure eyes of a soft husky voice of an almost-female who could send all rationality out of anyone - and to which he himself had the gratifying pleasure of experiencing it - once - many years ago.
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He laid alone in the hotel room, gazing up at the ceiling.
That megane-of-a-weeping-waltzing-cracker finally mustered up the courage and - without a word - left, flushed with - clumsy - embarassment.
He sighed, smoothening the strands of his blue hair as he forced himself to get up as he - felt - the vibrations of his handphone.
Hysterical Narcissist would be hopping mad by now waiting too long - he let that thought passed again - as the message displayed sent all rationality out of Oshitari Yuushi.
"Cuming to thank you for taking care of Tezuka
Fuji"
He blinked. Burglar? He looked down at the groaning figure. The heavy smell of alcohol and sweat could choke him to vomit - in fact it was him too - when was that?! His thoughts screamed, struggling to piece the recent memories -
"Ah." He remembered. He had a - many - drinks with T-
"TEZUKA?!" Oshitari Yuushi scrambled frantically towards the headboard - and he thought his skull would smash as pain seared into him, reminding him that it was the wall that his head banged onto.
WALL?! The genius looked behind him - a white wall stretched all way to a bare ceiling [except for a fan of such apartment-design that he wondered when did he allowed such a UDT (unidentified disgusting THING) into his life] to - not his bedroom but - a place he could not recognise.
By now the figure named Tezuka was sitting on the UD - uh - carpet (looked plain but it looked as if of a nicer material so it's worth calling it by its thing-name) - NAKED.
"WHAT-" he looked away, realising he had been staring at the figure's member - still hard even after such a commotion. "T-t" he tried to speak but he couldn't. He felt feverish and his head started spinning. Shaking his head, face buried in his hands..I don't understand
A sob broke his train of thought.
He couldn't understand how he found the strength to move his limbs - indulging in that quick yet gentle brush furs of the blanket tingling onto his own member - kneeling in front of the figure whose body could rip in harsh uncontrollable sobs, supporting the well-angled jaws in his hands, gently guiding the tear-streaked face to his groin, feeling the cold hands wrapping around his skin seeking comfort, "Fuji.."
He understood. Understood it all. He lifted himself a little as he cupped the heart-broken lips to the warmth of his swelling and hardened self, gently prying the comforted man to open, feeling himself sliding into the biting sensation of the teeth, gliding along the little bumps of tastebuds - and a hard shove to the back of the throat, surprising the senses which resonded almost immediately as he felt the once cold hands fingering in the wet warmth of excitement.
NOW - his senses screamed as he shoved himself harder and faster and a sudden burst of ecstasy rushed out, weakened as he sank onto the carpet, gasping for every breath that he could muster as he felt hot breath sucking the life of his own. Wash your mouth..disgusting u -
His eyes flared open in shock, his cry of pain harshly muffled as he met the stone-hard glare of response - he found himself suddenly thrown face-down - he struggled, trying to break free but was trapped by a huge weight, a heavy choking smell of warmth filled with remaining traces of his own semen -
Stop - he pleaded, feeling the merciless painful shots deep within him.
Hot breath tingled his sensation as he heard the voice replied, "..but yesterday you-" his senses heightened as he felt the hard painful sensation into him once more - "LIKEd."
Oh he couldn't..just couldn't..he wanted all of it, forcing himself not to concentrate on a face and a body he knew so well. His muffled cries of struggle melted into endless begging for his captor to hold on a little longer, a little more, his anus sore with repeated rapes but he would not want this moment to pass, not even a millisecond..
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His handphone rang in the midst of climaxing - despite Atobe's protests Oshitari grabbed his handphone at the mere glance - faster than his narcissist-lover who was still caught-up in climax - of the name displayed on-screen.
"Na ya! i'm so getting into the shove of things -" he broke in shock as he heard loud music blaring into his eardrums - he recognised that place - long time ago he brought drunken Atobe back from there - and now that same Atobe - slumped in his couch, was glaring at him, lips stiffening a groan of pain as he held back forcefully, feeling the sudden rude coldness of the air on his fair-skinned self.
Oshitari sighed, he was drained out, hoping for himself to be the one to lie down and let someone sore his anus this time. As if in answer by a call, someone would give him a good-shove-of-a-night.
And this wasn't the first time he knew that he would enjoy - from that same someone.
He knew that that someone's lover had left him for no reason whatsoever - or it could be that someone whose stubborness had caused the problem - again. He remembered the coincidental bump-into which ended up an endless..skin-on-skin erect - hmm - conversation..
He sighed as he depressed the 'disconnect' button of his handphone. He walked towards the now-almost-hysterical-naggy bitch of his, zipping up the sulking man's pants, kissing him with the silkiest of tone he could manage - something about an eight-year-old-prodigy-girl who needed advice to finish a musical composition before flying with her father who needed to clinch an oil deal in a few hours' time - and walking away into his car - he'd rather drive on his own, good timing too as the chauffeur was sick.
His poker-face expression was wearing off as he tried to hold back his excited self, feeling his own member swelling and hardened, thoughts running wild remembering Tezuka's tight grip and hard shovings threatening to rip him apart in frenzied progression -
-------
NOW - he sighed as warm gushed right into him, feeling the hard pressure inside of him, his captor still pinning him down, not letting go.
The fear of loneliess swept into them once more as they had to hold back their seemingly-forever desire - until he shoved himself into his hysterical narcissist of whom had been waiting long for the moment of pleasure - trying not to think of his night-til-morning-captor who would be sliding his into that genius of a blue-azure eyes of a soft husky voice of an almost-female who could send all rationality out of anyone - and to which he himself had the gratifying pleasure of experiencing it - once - many years ago.
--------------
He laid alone in the hotel room, gazing up at the ceiling.
That megane-of-a-weeping-waltzing-cracker finally mustered up the courage and - without a word - left, flushed with - clumsy - embarassment.
He sighed, smoothening the strands of his blue hair as he forced himself to get up as he - felt - the vibrations of his handphone.
Hysterical Narcissist would be hopping mad by now waiting too long - he let that thought passed again - as the message displayed sent all rationality out of Oshitari Yuushi.
"Cuming to thank you for taking care of Tezuka
Fuji"
Monday, February 23, 2009
The Best Time Ever
"Tieria Erde."
All eyes fell on the student who was a sight to behold.
Shoulder-length purple hair. Straight and silky that the girls had been jealously thinking of the most expensive straightener and, what and how much high-end hair products bought and how much time invested to maintain such professional-styled-look everyday.
Large circular-like glasses which framed the transparent-ruby coloured eyes which could BURN at the slightest of emotions. Rumours spread throughout the school that one swore seeing the eyes glowed "rainbow colours against a sharp-yellow-of-many-shades-background".
A slim physique that had the males staring at the delicate curves of the student's biceps, arms, back, trailing down to the most much fantasised legs.
The smoothest and whitest complexion anyone had ever seen that one could imagine the highest level of skin-sensitivity problems - not transparent either - but one could swear a soft strong radiant glow in the days where the sun's rays would burn the life out of anyone.
Again the males in the class found themselves staring at what could be the shortest skirt they'd ever seen laying seductively on the silent deadly soft curves of the silkiest limbs sliding over one another tightly, protectively shielding from what could be the most pivoting climax - anytime soon..
They shiver at the voice - clear and gentle - a male's - titillating to their senses - like a soft pink breeze caressing their skin, calling by name, strong and beckoning them to a hiding place of instant HARD eternal gratification.
A wordless answer, an incoherent response sends them to frenzy - they recognise that tone - clearly a command to check out what really lies in-between those marshmallow-soft legs..
and met the ferocious glares of their girlfriends - which they guiltily tried to hide - unabashed by their behaviour - some even challenged back with their own glares, daring their girlfriends to BE LIKE THAT STUDENT.
Tieria Erde chuckled playfully, remembering it was good manners to cover one's mouth as one should
..again dividing the whole entire class down to the absolute individual's inner struggle of self-debating thoughts of the definition of non-confirmity.
The best time ever.
All eyes fell on the student who was a sight to behold.
Shoulder-length purple hair. Straight and silky that the girls had been jealously thinking of the most expensive straightener and, what and how much high-end hair products bought and how much time invested to maintain such professional-styled-look everyday.
Large circular-like glasses which framed the transparent-ruby coloured eyes which could BURN at the slightest of emotions. Rumours spread throughout the school that one swore seeing the eyes glowed "rainbow colours against a sharp-yellow-of-many-shades-background".
A slim physique that had the males staring at the delicate curves of the student's biceps, arms, back, trailing down to the most much fantasised legs.
The smoothest and whitest complexion anyone had ever seen that one could imagine the highest level of skin-sensitivity problems - not transparent either - but one could swear a soft strong radiant glow in the days where the sun's rays would burn the life out of anyone.
Again the males in the class found themselves staring at what could be the shortest skirt they'd ever seen laying seductively on the silent deadly soft curves of the silkiest limbs sliding over one another tightly, protectively shielding from what could be the most pivoting climax - anytime soon..
They shiver at the voice - clear and gentle - a male's - titillating to their senses - like a soft pink breeze caressing their skin, calling by name, strong and beckoning them to a hiding place of instant HARD eternal gratification.
A wordless answer, an incoherent response sends them to frenzy - they recognise that tone - clearly a command to check out what really lies in-between those marshmallow-soft legs..
and met the ferocious glares of their girlfriends - which they guiltily tried to hide - unabashed by their behaviour - some even challenged back with their own glares, daring their girlfriends to BE LIKE THAT STUDENT.
Tieria Erde chuckled playfully, remembering it was good manners to cover one's mouth as one should
..again dividing the whole entire class down to the absolute individual's inner struggle of self-debating thoughts of the definition of non-confirmity.
The best time ever.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A Visit (WARNING some BL parts)
"Fuji!"
The tensai smiled, drawing closer to his lover, each exhaled breath moaned teasingly in his lover's ear, "But it's been so long, Tezuka.."
The former captain of Seigaku Tennis Club flushed, stifling a gasp as he felt warm fingers sliding to his inner thigh, teasing his zipper, suddenly gripping hard. His vision blurred and all he wanted was to let Fuji continue while no one is watching in the auditorium -
Auditorium! His eyes flew wide, realising where they were. Fuji had asked him to this lecture of rare plants and chosen the highest seat. Far away from the lecturer's sight, Fuji felt bored and began to turn his attention on his speciment/lover.
Tezuka grabbed Fuji's hand, ignoring the gasp but gently brought his hand back to his side.
Fuji did not borther his captain after that.
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It was a rare occasion to invite the rest of the regulars to Fuji's house. Fuji had successfully grown a catcus hybrid and shown it to his professor who gave him the highest marks in his faculty - as expected from a genius, everyone would say.
But no one understood its significance. It was just the occassion that mattered - it had been a long time since they had gathered - even more rare that Tezuka had flown all the way from Germany - and - with Fuji's repeated calls - Ryoma flying down all the way from America.
Among the reputed singles' player of the former Seigaku Tennis club Fuji stayed in Japan, continuing his education. However he declined Tokyo University's offer to pursue his studies in Seigaku University.
Each of them had not changed much - they decided not to let any circumstances change them.
But they knew why Fuji had invited them here. No one dared to take the initiative - or so it seemed.
"Buchou."
It had been years since they heard this address, especially from Ryoma. They stopped their merriment and each fell into silence.
"Echizen."
The atmosphere tensed as the rest knew Tezuka and Ryoma may break each other's rackets, hands and limbs as they compete face-to-face in a tennis singles' international match one day.
"Heard about it, Buchou's condition." Ryoma casually drank from his Ponta can.
That hit the nail on the head. Fuji bit his lip, hoping that Tezuka would not know the true objective of this gathering.
"Ah." Was the former captain's reply.
"Any plans?" Their favourite ochibi continued, still drinking from his can.
Momoshiro tried his luck. "Tezuka buchou, wouldn't you like to come back -"
The cup that their former captain was holding had rested on the table. Fuji knew. If he had suggested, Tezuka would burst at him. However in the presence of others, he would keep his cool and try to think calmly as he spoke, "I have."
Fuji's heart leapt, he almost clapped his hands together smiling, "That's wonderful, ne?" but he knew it was not the right time. Trust Ryoma to be casual about it. "When?"
Each of them held back their eager anticipation.
"Hyoutei's coming back with a bang, Atobe that spoilt king of a brat had donated a huge sum of money to the sports association for tennis." The reigning Prince of Tennis looked squarely in his former captain's eyes. "I'm coming back, buchou."
"Everyone, I'm sorry. I have to think about it." Tezuka Kunimitsu's answer ended the gathering.
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"That was uncalled for."
Fuji gazed at the night sky. Fuji had asked Tezuka to stay at his place since his sister is away on a business trip.
Tezuka stared into the sky in silence.
"You have no family there," Fuji continued. "It must be hard being alone." What more, Fuji? "I can't -" he broke off. He couldn't go on.
"Fuji." The eyes once hard had softened to a gaze so fixed in Fuji's eyes as he felt a strong arm around his trembling self.
"Let me go." Fuji pleaded. He couldn't bear to see his lover leaving him.
"You told me to stay." The hand was so warm as he felt his lover gently wiping away his tears, slowly bringing him to rest on the wooden floor.
"Why..did you come back..?"
"Because it has been long."
The tensai smiled, drawing closer to his lover, each exhaled breath moaned teasingly in his lover's ear, "But it's been so long, Tezuka.."
The former captain of Seigaku Tennis Club flushed, stifling a gasp as he felt warm fingers sliding to his inner thigh, teasing his zipper, suddenly gripping hard. His vision blurred and all he wanted was to let Fuji continue while no one is watching in the auditorium -
Auditorium! His eyes flew wide, realising where they were. Fuji had asked him to this lecture of rare plants and chosen the highest seat. Far away from the lecturer's sight, Fuji felt bored and began to turn his attention on his speciment/lover.
Tezuka grabbed Fuji's hand, ignoring the gasp but gently brought his hand back to his side.
Fuji did not borther his captain after that.
--------------------
It was a rare occasion to invite the rest of the regulars to Fuji's house. Fuji had successfully grown a catcus hybrid and shown it to his professor who gave him the highest marks in his faculty - as expected from a genius, everyone would say.
But no one understood its significance. It was just the occassion that mattered - it had been a long time since they had gathered - even more rare that Tezuka had flown all the way from Germany - and - with Fuji's repeated calls - Ryoma flying down all the way from America.
Among the reputed singles' player of the former Seigaku Tennis club Fuji stayed in Japan, continuing his education. However he declined Tokyo University's offer to pursue his studies in Seigaku University.
Each of them had not changed much - they decided not to let any circumstances change them.
But they knew why Fuji had invited them here. No one dared to take the initiative - or so it seemed.
"Buchou."
It had been years since they heard this address, especially from Ryoma. They stopped their merriment and each fell into silence.
"Echizen."
The atmosphere tensed as the rest knew Tezuka and Ryoma may break each other's rackets, hands and limbs as they compete face-to-face in a tennis singles' international match one day.
"Heard about it, Buchou's condition." Ryoma casually drank from his Ponta can.
That hit the nail on the head. Fuji bit his lip, hoping that Tezuka would not know the true objective of this gathering.
"Ah." Was the former captain's reply.
"Any plans?" Their favourite ochibi continued, still drinking from his can.
Momoshiro tried his luck. "Tezuka buchou, wouldn't you like to come back -"
The cup that their former captain was holding had rested on the table. Fuji knew. If he had suggested, Tezuka would burst at him. However in the presence of others, he would keep his cool and try to think calmly as he spoke, "I have."
Fuji's heart leapt, he almost clapped his hands together smiling, "That's wonderful, ne?" but he knew it was not the right time. Trust Ryoma to be casual about it. "When?"
Each of them held back their eager anticipation.
"Hyoutei's coming back with a bang, Atobe that spoilt king of a brat had donated a huge sum of money to the sports association for tennis." The reigning Prince of Tennis looked squarely in his former captain's eyes. "I'm coming back, buchou."
"Everyone, I'm sorry. I have to think about it." Tezuka Kunimitsu's answer ended the gathering.
--------------------------------
"That was uncalled for."
Fuji gazed at the night sky. Fuji had asked Tezuka to stay at his place since his sister is away on a business trip.
Tezuka stared into the sky in silence.
"You have no family there," Fuji continued. "It must be hard being alone." What more, Fuji? "I can't -" he broke off. He couldn't go on.
"Fuji." The eyes once hard had softened to a gaze so fixed in Fuji's eyes as he felt a strong arm around his trembling self.
"Let me go." Fuji pleaded. He couldn't bear to see his lover leaving him.
"You told me to stay." The hand was so warm as he felt his lover gently wiping away his tears, slowly bringing him to rest on the wooden floor.
"Why..did you come back..?"
"Because it has been long."
Monday, December 15, 2008
a rainy day (WARNING)
"Stop."
"No, I won't." There came a muffled voice.
Tezuka groaned. "We are here to study."
"But.."
"Fuji..." he stifled a gasp as he felt Fuji's wet tongue tickling his nipple. How did it come to this, he sighed.
It's raining, come to my place. You need to study, don't you?
Tezuka had been busy lately: exams, tennis practices, scheduling matches, discussing with Inui about each players' weakness and strengths, observing Ryoma's progress - and trying to avoid Fuji's unnoticed advances - only visible to Tezuka - during each practice.
And all Fuji did was suggested going up to his room and offer a cup of nice, warm tea.
Tezuka was tired. Very tired. As he listened absently of Fuji's accounts of Oshitari's verbal advances as to where his racket was, capturing shots of Ryoma and wondering how he would look like if he had no clothes on, he felt a warm breath on his skin and the gentle touch of fingertips playing lightly on his uniform, slowly prying each button apart, slowly removing it..
But Tezuka Kunimitsu - the captain of Seigaku tennis club and the model student in academics - was numb with weariness...all he could feel was the inviting warm breath in his ear and the soft weight on his thighs, exactly in the middle, gently rocking his member to soothe his tired lover.
Without knowing, Tezuka found himself sprawled naked.
"Fuji-" he tried to distract, mustering all the strenth he can get -"the rain has stopped."
A soft inviting moan..Tezuka..
He couldn't let go. He just couldn't.
And he wouldn't.
"No, I won't." There came a muffled voice.
Tezuka groaned. "We are here to study."
"But.."
"Fuji..." he stifled a gasp as he felt Fuji's wet tongue tickling his nipple. How did it come to this, he sighed.
It's raining, come to my place. You need to study, don't you?
Tezuka had been busy lately: exams, tennis practices, scheduling matches, discussing with Inui about each players' weakness and strengths, observing Ryoma's progress - and trying to avoid Fuji's unnoticed advances - only visible to Tezuka - during each practice.
And all Fuji did was suggested going up to his room and offer a cup of nice, warm tea.
Tezuka was tired. Very tired. As he listened absently of Fuji's accounts of Oshitari's verbal advances as to where his racket was, capturing shots of Ryoma and wondering how he would look like if he had no clothes on, he felt a warm breath on his skin and the gentle touch of fingertips playing lightly on his uniform, slowly prying each button apart, slowly removing it..
But Tezuka Kunimitsu - the captain of Seigaku tennis club and the model student in academics - was numb with weariness...all he could feel was the inviting warm breath in his ear and the soft weight on his thighs, exactly in the middle, gently rocking his member to soothe his tired lover.
Without knowing, Tezuka found himself sprawled naked.
"Fuji-" he tried to distract, mustering all the strenth he can get -"the rain has stopped."
A soft inviting moan..Tezuka..
He couldn't let go. He just couldn't.
And he wouldn't.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
a vampire story: Chap 3
"I wonder how long has it been..."
"Centuries."
The spaced-out azure blue eyes shot a burning glance at me and I thought the world would end - now.
He sighed relunctantly as he regained his composure. "I hate interviews, really," his voice drifted into a soft tone, his chin everas he trailed circles with his delicate forefinger on the matt surface of the table.
I tried to be diplomatic. "It is hard to be a star." However it is fascinating being one of the most talked-about celebrities. Holograms of him springing everywhere, announcing his arrival - when all he ever wanted was to maintain a low-profile.
"Centuries.." He let out another sigh. "Yes, it's been long.." His voice was strong as he regained his composure again. "It all happened when I was in school."
"S-s-schoool..?" my voice constricted to a squeak as the azure-blue eyes shot a glance at me again.
"I was human then."
I was perspiring profusely. "N-no, really sir, that's not what I meant," I stammered.
He opened his mouth to continue but I thought I needed to tell him. "Vampires are human too!"
There. I said it. What I felt, what I thought. Seeing the questioning look in his eyes I dared myself to continue, "Vampires have every right to live just as they are! I mean, there are blood pills now."
His voice was slient yet sharp, slicing the very air that I was breathing, "But there weren't any then, were they?"
"No-" I had to get this straight -"Food chain! It's normal...really. I-"
"Blast you, boy!" A voice boomed so loud in my ears that my head was throbbing and the world jerked forth, my vision was blinded - I really couldn't breathe. It was then I realised he gripped onto the neck of my shirt. No, I must stand on my ground, I told myself, get a hold, tell him! "It is.." I gasped out my words, "normal."
The world spun around me as I caught my first whiff of fresh air and I was coughing - I could spurt out blood if I want to.
"school."
His voice sounded like an impatient - but sullen - teacher. I did my best to lift my heavy head in the midst of the red-and-black countless spots that were filling my vision.
"I apologise for my impulsive behaviour." His voice lowered. "You are right. It is hard for me to accept this..this-" his gesture was near to extreme agitation- "'food chain'."
"School.." I tried my best to distract him.
"Ah yes."
"Centuries."
The spaced-out azure blue eyes shot a burning glance at me and I thought the world would end - now.
He sighed relunctantly as he regained his composure. "I hate interviews, really," his voice drifted into a soft tone, his chin everas he trailed circles with his delicate forefinger on the matt surface of the table.
I tried to be diplomatic. "It is hard to be a star." However it is fascinating being one of the most talked-about celebrities. Holograms of him springing everywhere, announcing his arrival - when all he ever wanted was to maintain a low-profile.
"Centuries.." He let out another sigh. "Yes, it's been long.." His voice was strong as he regained his composure again. "It all happened when I was in school."
"S-s-schoool..?" my voice constricted to a squeak as the azure-blue eyes shot a glance at me again.
"I was human then."
I was perspiring profusely. "N-no, really sir, that's not what I meant," I stammered.
He opened his mouth to continue but I thought I needed to tell him. "Vampires are human too!"
There. I said it. What I felt, what I thought. Seeing the questioning look in his eyes I dared myself to continue, "Vampires have every right to live just as they are! I mean, there are blood pills now."
His voice was slient yet sharp, slicing the very air that I was breathing, "But there weren't any then, were they?"
"No-" I had to get this straight -"Food chain! It's normal...really. I-"
"Blast you, boy!" A voice boomed so loud in my ears that my head was throbbing and the world jerked forth, my vision was blinded - I really couldn't breathe. It was then I realised he gripped onto the neck of my shirt. No, I must stand on my ground, I told myself, get a hold, tell him! "It is.." I gasped out my words, "normal."
The world spun around me as I caught my first whiff of fresh air and I was coughing - I could spurt out blood if I want to.
"school."
His voice sounded like an impatient - but sullen - teacher. I did my best to lift my heavy head in the midst of the red-and-black countless spots that were filling my vision.
"I apologise for my impulsive behaviour." His voice lowered. "You are right. It is hard for me to accept this..this-" his gesture was near to extreme agitation- "'food chain'."
"School.." I tried my best to distract him.
"Ah yes."
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Gintoki's point of view
Crossover: Gintama, Get Backers. Especially dedicated to the third year 3Z student whom our msn conversation sprouted this.
From Gintoki's view..
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*hic* stoooopid pachiko..
(stops and stares at vending machine)
TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE!!!!
(whirrrrrrrrrrrl)
(Suddenly he was sucked in!)
TAS'KETE!!!! DARE KA!!!!! OI!!!
(fading into the background)
KONO YAROOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*plop*
"GIN, HOW MANY TIMES I'VE TOLD YOU -"
"Ne ne, Ban-chan, all he wanted was his chocolate parfait, ne Gin-chaaan (ruffleruffle)"
HAA?!!! chotto....wat..? my vision! it's dropped drastically!!! My nose is nearer to the floor than it used to be! My - (pulls open diapers and looks inside) - NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
*WAAAAAAAIL*!!!!!!
"Ne, Ban-chan..his parfait...it's feeding time.."
"Which baby in the world feeds on parfait every four hours?!!!"
"Ban-chan..it's ours..."
SONNAAAAAA!!!!! IT'S SHRUNK IT'S SHRUNK IT'S - ooh parfait..CHOCOLATE parfait!!!!!!
"Look, look at Gin-chan!!! He sucking his thumb!! Finished your parfait, ne Gin-chan? (pinchy cheeks). Oooh he's digging his nose..KAWAIIIIIIII!!!!!!"
(flick)
"OI!!! TAME!!! NOT IN MY HAIR!!!!"
"Ne, ne Ban-chan..."
"TAMEEEE..i'll -"
"Don't Ban-chan!"
"I'll Jagan u to slee-"
(eyes in a slint, holds up mirror)
"Zzzzz.."
"Hi..Gin-chaaaan..Master's busy with customers, your parents are out looking for food, so it's me, Shinpachi-onisan to take care of -
AAAAAARGGGHHH!!! PEEEEEEE!!!!"
Oi, I lead a simple life, kono yaro. Where you running off to? Hey, who's that girl? Cutie - she's looking my way! Erm, on second thought - no.
"Oooh, Gin-chan drools again! Sadaharu, wipe that drool!"
Chochochochochochotto!!!!!! WHAT'S THAT - FFFFFFUUUUUAAAAAAA!!!!! - i don't mind if i'm in onsen surrounded by fans but this is the worst wet encounter ever!!!!
"Okay! Drool off Gin-chan!!"
heeeeelp...
"Nono, you're not going anywhere!"
Stop cramming my diapers you stupid dog - i haven't given up on love yet!!!
"EEEEEEEEK!!!! KAGURAAAA!!!! GET SADAHARU OFF!!!!"
"Sadaharu wants to go out."
"FINE! LET'S GO ALREADY!!! GIN-CHAN!!! Gin-chan u ok -"
Aaaaah..relief..
"AAAAAARGGGHHH!!!!!"
Hmmm..this is not bad..round the world trip hands-free, love the thing in between my mouth, if only it's sweet...woah, is that a female? Doesn't have missiles like they usually do. NAAA-stop looking at me!!! What are you really?! Hey, what's your pram-brand!!!
NOT ZURA IT'S KATSURA!!!!
Oh yeah?! Mine's mine's -
"GIN-SAN!!!!"
Yeah! Mine's a real scooter!
"GIN-SAAAAAAN!!!!!!!! OPEN SEWER!!!!!"
Huh?
(slow motion)
W..O.O..O..O..O.
(slow motion response)
"A.A..A.A.A.A..."
(accelerated)
TIME MACHIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEE......!!!!
From Gintoki's view..
------------------------------------------------------------
*hic* stoooopid pachiko..
(stops and stares at vending machine)
TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE!!!!
(whirrrrrrrrrrrl)
(Suddenly he was sucked in!)
TAS'KETE!!!! DARE KA!!!!! OI!!!
(fading into the background)
KONO YAROOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*plop*
"GIN, HOW MANY TIMES I'VE TOLD YOU -"
"Ne ne, Ban-chan, all he wanted was his chocolate parfait, ne Gin-chaaan (ruffleruffle)"
HAA?!!! chotto....wat..? my vision! it's dropped drastically!!! My nose is nearer to the floor than it used to be! My - (pulls open diapers and looks inside) - NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
*WAAAAAAAIL*!!!!!!
"Ne, Ban-chan..his parfait...it's feeding time.."
"Which baby in the world feeds on parfait every four hours?!!!"
"Ban-chan..it's ours..."
SONNAAAAAA!!!!! IT'S SHRUNK IT'S SHRUNK IT'S - ooh parfait..CHOCOLATE parfait!!!!!!
"Look, look at Gin-chan!!! He sucking his thumb!! Finished your parfait, ne Gin-chan? (pinchy cheeks). Oooh he's digging his nose..KAWAIIIIIIII!!!!!!"
(flick)
"OI!!! TAME!!! NOT IN MY HAIR!!!!"
"Ne, ne Ban-chan..."
"TAMEEEE..i'll -"
"Don't Ban-chan!"
"I'll Jagan u to slee-"
(eyes in a slint, holds up mirror)
"Zzzzz.."
"Hi..Gin-chaaaan..Master's busy with customers, your parents are out looking for food, so it's me, Shinpachi-onisan to take care of -
AAAAAARGGGHHH!!! PEEEEEEE!!!!"
Oi, I lead a simple life, kono yaro. Where you running off to? Hey, who's that girl? Cutie - she's looking my way! Erm, on second thought - no.
"Oooh, Gin-chan drools again! Sadaharu, wipe that drool!"
Chochochochochochotto!!!!!! WHAT'S THAT - FFFFFFUUUUUAAAAAAA!!!!! - i don't mind if i'm in onsen surrounded by fans but this is the worst wet encounter ever!!!!
"Okay! Drool off Gin-chan!!"
heeeeelp...
"Nono, you're not going anywhere!"
Stop cramming my diapers you stupid dog - i haven't given up on love yet!!!
"EEEEEEEEK!!!! KAGURAAAA!!!! GET SADAHARU OFF!!!!"
"Sadaharu wants to go out."
"FINE! LET'S GO ALREADY!!! GIN-CHAN!!! Gin-chan u ok -"
Aaaaah..relief..
"AAAAAARGGGHHH!!!!!"
Hmmm..this is not bad..round the world trip hands-free, love the thing in between my mouth, if only it's sweet...woah, is that a female? Doesn't have missiles like they usually do. NAAA-stop looking at me!!! What are you really?! Hey, what's your pram-brand!!!
NOT ZURA IT'S KATSURA!!!!
Oh yeah?! Mine's mine's -
"GIN-SAN!!!!"
Yeah! Mine's a real scooter!
"GIN-SAAAAAAN!!!!!!!! OPEN SEWER!!!!!"
Huh?
(slow motion)
W..O.O..O..O..O.
(slow motion response)
"A.A..A.A.A.A..."
(accelerated)
TIME MACHIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEE......!!!!
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