[Fic] Secret Snapshots (PoT) FujiRyo
Title: Secret Snapshots
Author: Arccie
Pairing: FujiRyo
Genre: crack, general
Words: 780
Summary: Secrets can define a relationship. This doesn’t work so well for Fuji and Ryoma.
Author Notes: I wrote this last year during the exam week and only just found the sheet with all the corrections. I blame stress for anything and everything. This was supposed to be up last night, but my internet had issues.
Enjoy.
Secret Snapshots
It is a generally known fact that lovers who share their secrets grow closer to each other. The knowledge of their partner’s inner mind creates a deeper understanding between them, increasing their level of intimacy, and their belief in each other.
“Just stop talking.”
“But…”
“Stop talking.”
“Alright.”
Momentary silence.
“Well, if you don’t want to talk, would you like to join me in the bedroom for a thrilling time?” Fuji’s hand trailed lingeringly along the inner seam of Ryoma’s shorts.
“I don’t want to look at you right now.” Ryoma’s face screwed up with disgust.
“Oh?”
“…I think I’m going to be sick.”
Fuji’s bottom lip pushed out, pout contrasting with the mirth sparkling in his eyes. “You don’t have to be offensive. Here I was telling you a secret no one else knew about me and you’re rejecting me. You really should be more considerate of others feelings Ryoma.”
“I should be more considerate? What about you?”
“What about me?”
“I did not want to know you used to masturbate to the thought of Inui’s Penal Tea.”
Fuji sighed dramatically, arm raised to his forehead. “Oh Ryoma, you wound me. I told you about my sordid sexual past, but it seems to have pushed you from my arms forever. What ever shall I do?”
“...You just want sex.” Ryoma looked unconcerned by Fuji’s dramatics.
“Do you really believe I'm so sexually-motivated?”
“Yes.”
“So heartless.”
“There’s always Penal Tea.”
“You’re right!” A bright smile lit Fuji’s features.
The corners of Ryoma’s mouth turned down. “I was joking.”
“I’m not.”
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A secret shared between lovers was supposed to bring a thrill to their lives. The knowledge that of all the people in the world, only those two individuals were privy to that piece of information, was allegedly a heady realisation.
“...I think I’m hallucinating.”
“Really?”
“I did not just see what I think I just saw.”
Fuji cracked the door open and peered inside. “Mmm…if you mean you didn’t just see Ryuzaki and Banji attempting the horizontal tango, then I’m happy to tell you that you are in full possession of your mental capacities.” Fuji chuckled. “They’re really going at it, aren’t they?”
Ryoma whimpered.
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There came a time when a relationship matured to the point where it was a joy to let go of their mutual secret and share it with the world. With this step came a new satisfaction with their relationship, the knowledge that they could face the world together.
“Oh god!”
Fuji looked quizzically at the younger boy. “Ryoma, I’m sure the wall doesn’t really want to be quite so acquainted with your face, no matter how cute that face actually is.”
Ryoma turned and fixed a vicious glare on Fuji. “You shut up.”
“Really Ryoma, such vehemence.”
“I hate you.”
“Maa maa, that isn’t a very nice thing to say. If I thought you meant it, it might hurt my feelings.”
“I do mean it. I HATE you.”
“Mm…that was almost convincing. Should I ask what’s brought on such an emotion?”
Ryoma gave Fuji an incredulous look, mouth moving furiously, but quickly turned to reacquaint his face with the wall.
Fuji quirked an eyebrow at the renewed spectacle, but decided to take pity on the younger boy, arms sliding around the slim waist to pull Ryoma against his chest.
“There’s really no need to get so worked up about it.”
“Says you!”
“Of course. I am? the all knowing, all seeing tennis genius.”
Ryoma snorted. “How many terrified people do you have in your army of spies now?”
“Only 1 or 2...” Ryoma turned in Fuji’s embrace to fix him with a disbelieving stare, and Fuji finished smoothly, “...dozen, but they all volunteered.”
“Like I volunteered?”
“Ahhh, but you’re special.”
Whatever Ryoma might have said in reply was drowned out by multiple hands banging on the door, and the ardent cries of ‘Ryoma-sama!’
The younger boy looked down fingers clenching in Fuji’s shirt, and when he looked up again there was a decided pout skulking around the his lips.
“You’re cruel.” His voice was mostly resigned.
“Ahh.” Fuji’s agreement was amused.
“It would serve you right if I went out there and threw myself at one of those screaming fangirls.”
“Probably…but you won’t.”
“Mmm.” Ryoma’s answer was muffled as he burrowed into Fuji’s chest.
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”
“I wouldn’t believe you if you did.”
“I didn’t think it would upset you so much.” Not an apology.
“I could do without the wailing fangirls.” Not forgiven.
“They do appear to be causing quite a commotion. I could sacrifice myself and figuratively throw myself to the wolves.”
“Don’t be stupid!” There was a fair bit of heat underlying the words. “There’d be twice as many of them out there then.”
“True.”
There was a pause, and the cries of the girls outside the room rang in their ears.
“I’m confiscating your camera later.”
“I’ll need it next week.”
“Hmph. Those pictures better have disappeared by tomorrow.” At Fuji’s shrewd look Ryoma continued. “And no more nude photography.”
Fuji chuckled. “Yes, Ryoma-sama.”
Ryoma shuddered. “Don’t call me that.”
“As Ryoma-sama wishes.”
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Comments appreciated. Criticisms Considered. Flames Ignored.
Random and strange, but as I mentioned it was exam stress talking.
And as promised, for the Sin-chan, the scanlations for the slam dunk doujinshi are over here. Anyone interested can nab them, though the entry is locked, but if you've friended this journal you're friended at arccie
Author: Arccie
Pairing: FujiRyo
Genre: crack, general
Words: 780
Summary: Secrets can define a relationship. This doesn’t work so well for Fuji and Ryoma.
Author Notes: I wrote this last year during the exam week and only just found the sheet with all the corrections. I blame stress for anything and everything. This was supposed to be up last night, but my internet had issues.
Enjoy.
Secret Snapshots
It is a generally known fact that lovers who share their secrets grow closer to each other. The knowledge of their partner’s inner mind creates a deeper understanding between them, increasing their level of intimacy, and their belief in each other.
“Just stop talking.”
“But…”
“Stop talking.”
“Alright.”
Momentary silence.
“Well, if you don’t want to talk, would you like to join me in the bedroom for a thrilling time?” Fuji’s hand trailed lingeringly along the inner seam of Ryoma’s shorts.
“I don’t want to look at you right now.” Ryoma’s face screwed up with disgust.
“Oh?”
“…I think I’m going to be sick.”
Fuji’s bottom lip pushed out, pout contrasting with the mirth sparkling in his eyes. “You don’t have to be offensive. Here I was telling you a secret no one else knew about me and you’re rejecting me. You really should be more considerate of others feelings Ryoma.”
“I should be more considerate? What about you?”
“What about me?”
“I did not want to know you used to masturbate to the thought of Inui’s Penal Tea.”
Fuji sighed dramatically, arm raised to his forehead. “Oh Ryoma, you wound me. I told you about my sordid sexual past, but it seems to have pushed you from my arms forever. What ever shall I do?”
“...You just want sex.” Ryoma looked unconcerned by Fuji’s dramatics.
“Do you really believe I'm so sexually-motivated?”
“Yes.”
“So heartless.”
“There’s always Penal Tea.”
“You’re right!” A bright smile lit Fuji’s features.
The corners of Ryoma’s mouth turned down. “I was joking.”
“I’m not.”
+---------------------+--------------------+---------------------+-------------------+
A secret shared between lovers was supposed to bring a thrill to their lives. The knowledge that of all the people in the world, only those two individuals were privy to that piece of information, was allegedly a heady realisation.
“...I think I’m hallucinating.”
“Really?”
“I did not just see what I think I just saw.”
Fuji cracked the door open and peered inside. “Mmm…if you mean you didn’t just see Ryuzaki and Banji attempting the horizontal tango, then I’m happy to tell you that you are in full possession of your mental capacities.” Fuji chuckled. “They’re really going at it, aren’t they?”
Ryoma whimpered.
+--------------------+---------------------+---------------------+-------------------+
There came a time when a relationship matured to the point where it was a joy to let go of their mutual secret and share it with the world. With this step came a new satisfaction with their relationship, the knowledge that they could face the world together.
“Oh god!”
Fuji looked quizzically at the younger boy. “Ryoma, I’m sure the wall doesn’t really want to be quite so acquainted with your face, no matter how cute that face actually is.”
Ryoma turned and fixed a vicious glare on Fuji. “You shut up.”
“Really Ryoma, such vehemence.”
“I hate you.”
“Maa maa, that isn’t a very nice thing to say. If I thought you meant it, it might hurt my feelings.”
“I do mean it. I HATE you.”
“Mm…that was almost convincing. Should I ask what’s brought on such an emotion?”
Ryoma gave Fuji an incredulous look, mouth moving furiously, but quickly turned to reacquaint his face with the wall.
Fuji quirked an eyebrow at the renewed spectacle, but decided to take pity on the younger boy, arms sliding around the slim waist to pull Ryoma against his chest.
“There’s really no need to get so worked up about it.”
“Says you!”
“Of course. I am? the all knowing, all seeing tennis genius.”
Ryoma snorted. “How many terrified people do you have in your army of spies now?”
“Only 1 or 2...” Ryoma turned in Fuji’s embrace to fix him with a disbelieving stare, and Fuji finished smoothly, “...dozen, but they all volunteered.”
“Like I volunteered?”
“Ahhh, but you’re special.”
Whatever Ryoma might have said in reply was drowned out by multiple hands banging on the door, and the ardent cries of ‘Ryoma-sama!’
The younger boy looked down fingers clenching in Fuji’s shirt, and when he looked up again there was a decided pout skulking around the his lips.
“You’re cruel.” His voice was mostly resigned.
“Ahh.” Fuji’s agreement was amused.
“It would serve you right if I went out there and threw myself at one of those screaming fangirls.”
“Probably…but you won’t.”
“Mmm.” Ryoma’s answer was muffled as he burrowed into Fuji’s chest.
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”
“I wouldn’t believe you if you did.”
“I didn’t think it would upset you so much.” Not an apology.
“I could do without the wailing fangirls.” Not forgiven.
“They do appear to be causing quite a commotion. I could sacrifice myself and figuratively throw myself to the wolves.”
“Don’t be stupid!” There was a fair bit of heat underlying the words. “There’d be twice as many of them out there then.”
“True.”
There was a pause, and the cries of the girls outside the room rang in their ears.
“I’m confiscating your camera later.”
“I’ll need it next week.”
“Hmph. Those pictures better have disappeared by tomorrow.” At Fuji’s shrewd look Ryoma continued. “And no more nude photography.”
Fuji chuckled. “Yes, Ryoma-sama.”
Ryoma shuddered. “Don’t call me that.”
“As Ryoma-sama wishes.”
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Comments appreciated. Criticisms Considered. Flames Ignored.
Random and strange, but as I mentioned it was exam stress talking.
And as promised, for the Sin-chan, the scanlations for the slam dunk doujinshi are over here. Anyone interested can nab them, though the entry is locked, but if you've friended this journal you're friended at arccie