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Title: Protests
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Fuji, Eiji
Prompt: 080 Why?
Word Count: 1037
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fuji explains the idea to Eiji and is met with some unexpected resistance.
Author's Notes: Once again pre-OT7, based off the anime more than the manga as I’ve only read up to chapter 72 of it.This is set after Tezuka comes back from Germany too and is a continuation of my first two fics Monumental Ideas and Welcoming. Big thanks go out to
crimson_raining my beta ^.^
Disclaimer: Konomi is a genius, and I’m just a poor Canadian, trust me, I don’t own the boys . . . yet
“Nya, Fujiko-chan!” Eiji shouted, leaping on his best friend sending them both tumbling to the ground. He motioned to the street tennis courts, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you Eiji, your sisters said you would be here,” Fuji replied, smiling sincerely at the eager redhead.
Eiji’s smile dissipated into a careful wariness and Fuji was startled to realize how much distance had come between them since that kiss in the locker rooms after practice. “Nya, Fujiko-”
“Why didn’t you tell me about Atobe?” It wasn’t what he had come to ask, but finding the answer to that too was important, so he stood and waited patiently as the acrobatic boy fidgeted guiltily.
“Fujiko-chan . . . nya, you . . . I wasn’t trying to . . . to keep it from you. It was an accident! I . . . Didn’t want to hurt you Fujiko you’re my best friend,” the redhead stuttered out, big blue eyes pleading with him for forgiveness.
“It hurts when you don’t trust me enough to tell me these kind of things too Eiji.”
“Demo, you’ve been having so much trouble with Tezuka, and you’ve told me . . . about Atobe, and . . . I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’ve just, been on the sidelines for so long Fujiko, I . . . I know I can never have anyone I want . . . Jiroh or . . . or you.”
Fuji started, shocked. In all the years they had been friends he had never expected that Eiji had like him like that, even when they had kissed he had felt it as more of a mutual comfort thing as opposed to an attraction.
“Gomen, Fujiko-chan.”
“Eiji, I promise you, you will have the men you want.”
Eiji looked over at the brunette and Fuji was startled to see tears in the large almost child-like eyes. “Why Fujiko, I apologized to you and you’ve never been cruel to me before.”
“I’m not being cruel Eiji. I can do this for you, I promise.”
“Nya, I know you’re lying Fujiko, you have Tezuka-buchou, you’d never give him up for me,” Eiji said resignedly, as if he had given up all hope.
“You’re right,” Fuji saw Eiji flinch, “I would not give Tezuka up, but you are wrong in thinking I would give you up as well.” Fuji grabbed the redhead’s hand, twining their fingers together loosely. “Look Eiji, as long as everybody is like this, they’re going to be miserable right? Tezuka will be with me and pine over Atobe. You will be with Atobe and pine over Atobe’s former lover and myself.”
“Former? You mean Jiroh isn’t . . . with Atobe anymore?”
“You’ve been having sex with Atobe this long and you didn’t know that?” Fuji asked incredulous.
“Well . . . we don’t really talk and I just assumed . . .”
“Well, Atobe’s a bit of a player and Jiroh just got tired of being played with.”
“Then . . . maybe I have a chance-”
“Jiroh is with Sanada now,” Fuji cut in.
“Then . . .”
“Look Eiji, there is no real easy resolution to this predicament but as long as things stay the same we’ll all never be happy. The only logical solution is for all of us to be together.”
“Nya, Fujiko, you’re joking, right?”
Fuji shook his head. “I know it sounds a little, well weird to say the least but-”
“It’s not weird Fujiko! It’s wrong! Just because I want you and . . . and Jiroh . . . it doesn’t mean I-I’m willing to whore myself out!”
Fuji was startled by the redhead’s vehement opposition to the idea and quickly made to reassure him, “Eiji it wouldn’t be like that! It’d be an official relationship.”
“Fujiko, it would never work, it . . . I won’t do it, I won’t become a slut just to-just to-”
“Just to be happy Eiji?”
The redhead looked away, “I am happy Fujiko. Atobe is nice when you get to know him, maybe a little high maintenance but I’m . . . I’m happy.”
“Eiji, you can’t lie to me and even if you are telling the truth you can still have Atobe but I know he’s not what you want.”
“Fujiko, I just . . . I don’t think this is right. I . . . I don’t think I can be a part of this.”
Fuji fought to keep calm even as he felt like his plan was failing. He had never thought Eiji would be the one opposed to it, he thought maybe Sanada, or Tezuka, but not Eiji. Eiji always backed him, was a prime partner in his plots, and now, to be so opposed to him, was a horrible feeling.
Fuji shook his head, unwilling to give up on his best friend and roughly dug his fingers into red hair and pulled the other boy’s lips to his. Eiji struggled for only a moment, giving in with a moan as Fuji bit roughly at his lower lip, forcing his tongue into his friend’s mouth and coaxing the other boy to respond.
The redhead moaned, winding his arms around the smaller boy’s waist and placing his hands on his ass, squeezing and pulling the brunette closer. Eiji soon took control of the kiss, tongue invading Fuji’s mouth, scrapping along his palate and tracing his teeth.
Fuji moaned into the kiss, this time feeling the passion he had thought was only deep friendship the last time they had kissed and responded in kind. Fuji pressed closer feeling Eiji’s arousal pressing into his stomach.
Suddenly Eiji pushed him away, violently, “Why are you doing this?!”
“Because I want you to be happy Eiji,” Fuji said breathlessly, his eyes wide open and pleading with his friend to understand.
Eiji lowered his head in defeat, “I’ll do it.”
Fuji beamed and threw his arms around the redhead’s neck and kissed him senseless, “You won’t regret it, I promise.”
“Nya, well, if this is what I get for it.”
“You’ll get this and more Eiji, trust me.”
“I trust you Fujiko-chan.”
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Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Fuji, Eiji
Prompt: 080 Why?
Word Count: 1037
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fuji explains the idea to Eiji and is met with some unexpected resistance.
Author's Notes: Once again pre-OT7, based off the anime more than the manga as I’ve only read up to chapter 72 of it.This is set after Tezuka comes back from Germany too and is a continuation of my first two fics Monumental Ideas and Welcoming. Big thanks go out to
crimson_raining my beta ^.^
Disclaimer: Konomi is a genius, and I’m just a poor Canadian, trust me, I don’t own the boys . . . yet
“Nya, Fujiko-chan!” Eiji shouted, leaping on his best friend sending them both tumbling to the ground. He motioned to the street tennis courts, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you Eiji, your sisters said you would be here,” Fuji replied, smiling sincerely at the eager redhead.
Eiji’s smile dissipated into a careful wariness and Fuji was startled to realize how much distance had come between them since that kiss in the locker rooms after practice. “Nya, Fujiko-”
“Why didn’t you tell me about Atobe?” It wasn’t what he had come to ask, but finding the answer to that too was important, so he stood and waited patiently as the acrobatic boy fidgeted guiltily.
“Fujiko-chan . . . nya, you . . . I wasn’t trying to . . . to keep it from you. It was an accident! I . . . Didn’t want to hurt you Fujiko you’re my best friend,” the redhead stuttered out, big blue eyes pleading with him for forgiveness.
“It hurts when you don’t trust me enough to tell me these kind of things too Eiji.”
“Demo, you’ve been having so much trouble with Tezuka, and you’ve told me . . . about Atobe, and . . . I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’ve just, been on the sidelines for so long Fujiko, I . . . I know I can never have anyone I want . . . Jiroh or . . . or you.”
Fuji started, shocked. In all the years they had been friends he had never expected that Eiji had like him like that, even when they had kissed he had felt it as more of a mutual comfort thing as opposed to an attraction.
“Gomen, Fujiko-chan.”
“Eiji, I promise you, you will have the men you want.”
Eiji looked over at the brunette and Fuji was startled to see tears in the large almost child-like eyes. “Why Fujiko, I apologized to you and you’ve never been cruel to me before.”
“I’m not being cruel Eiji. I can do this for you, I promise.”
“Nya, I know you’re lying Fujiko, you have Tezuka-buchou, you’d never give him up for me,” Eiji said resignedly, as if he had given up all hope.
“You’re right,” Fuji saw Eiji flinch, “I would not give Tezuka up, but you are wrong in thinking I would give you up as well.” Fuji grabbed the redhead’s hand, twining their fingers together loosely. “Look Eiji, as long as everybody is like this, they’re going to be miserable right? Tezuka will be with me and pine over Atobe. You will be with Atobe and pine over Atobe’s former lover and myself.”
“Former? You mean Jiroh isn’t . . . with Atobe anymore?”
“You’ve been having sex with Atobe this long and you didn’t know that?” Fuji asked incredulous.
“Well . . . we don’t really talk and I just assumed . . .”
“Well, Atobe’s a bit of a player and Jiroh just got tired of being played with.”
“Then . . . maybe I have a chance-”
“Jiroh is with Sanada now,” Fuji cut in.
“Then . . .”
“Look Eiji, there is no real easy resolution to this predicament but as long as things stay the same we’ll all never be happy. The only logical solution is for all of us to be together.”
“Nya, Fujiko, you’re joking, right?”
Fuji shook his head. “I know it sounds a little, well weird to say the least but-”
“It’s not weird Fujiko! It’s wrong! Just because I want you and . . . and Jiroh . . . it doesn’t mean I-I’m willing to whore myself out!”
Fuji was startled by the redhead’s vehement opposition to the idea and quickly made to reassure him, “Eiji it wouldn’t be like that! It’d be an official relationship.”
“Fujiko, it would never work, it . . . I won’t do it, I won’t become a slut just to-just to-”
“Just to be happy Eiji?”
The redhead looked away, “I am happy Fujiko. Atobe is nice when you get to know him, maybe a little high maintenance but I’m . . . I’m happy.”
“Eiji, you can’t lie to me and even if you are telling the truth you can still have Atobe but I know he’s not what you want.”
“Fujiko, I just . . . I don’t think this is right. I . . . I don’t think I can be a part of this.”
Fuji fought to keep calm even as he felt like his plan was failing. He had never thought Eiji would be the one opposed to it, he thought maybe Sanada, or Tezuka, but not Eiji. Eiji always backed him, was a prime partner in his plots, and now, to be so opposed to him, was a horrible feeling.
Fuji shook his head, unwilling to give up on his best friend and roughly dug his fingers into red hair and pulled the other boy’s lips to his. Eiji struggled for only a moment, giving in with a moan as Fuji bit roughly at his lower lip, forcing his tongue into his friend’s mouth and coaxing the other boy to respond.
The redhead moaned, winding his arms around the smaller boy’s waist and placing his hands on his ass, squeezing and pulling the brunette closer. Eiji soon took control of the kiss, tongue invading Fuji’s mouth, scrapping along his palate and tracing his teeth.
Fuji moaned into the kiss, this time feeling the passion he had thought was only deep friendship the last time they had kissed and responded in kind. Fuji pressed closer feeling Eiji’s arousal pressing into his stomach.
Suddenly Eiji pushed him away, violently, “Why are you doing this?!”
“Because I want you to be happy Eiji,” Fuji said breathlessly, his eyes wide open and pleading with his friend to understand.
Eiji lowered his head in defeat, “I’ll do it.”
Fuji beamed and threw his arms around the redhead’s neck and kissed him senseless, “You won’t regret it, I promise.”
“Nya, well, if this is what I get for it.”
“You’ll get this and more Eiji, trust me.”
“I trust you Fujiko-chan.”
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