Happy Santa_Smex, inori_sakura!
To: inori_sakura
From:gottis_chan
Title: What Fuji wants for Christmas
Recipient's name: inori_sakura
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Fuji/Ryoma (Thrill Pair)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by Konomi Takeshi. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Non-con, slightly rough
The hour was late and Christmas Eve was slowly morphing into Christmas Day. Fuji Syuusuke was up, sitting at his comfortable plush coach, watching a rerun of some rather brainless show that he had to admit that he enjoyed thoroughly and drinking some rather strong liquor. He wasn’t prepared for the doorbell to ring at this time of night, and when it did; he frowned, turned the television of and went to get the gun he had stashed away in one of his drawers. One of the good things with being a police, the 28 year old ex tennis player thought grimly to himself. He stepped up to the door and called out softly:
“Yes?”
“Fuji Syuusuke-san?”
“That’s me. Who’s asking?”
“I’m sorry to disturb you at this time of night, but I have a delivery for you and they said it was urgent.”
Disbelieving, but still somewhat intrigued, the young man peeked outside, opening the door ever so slightly. A post man stood there, and behind him was a huge package. Fuji blinked, still on guard, and opened the door a little bit further.
“Sign this, please?”
Apprehensible, but more curious than ever, Fuji accepted the pen and paper handed to him and he signed after skimming the contract carefully. The post man took his leave after helping the young police to get the package into the apartment.
After that he spent another ten minutes merely staring at the package, contemplating what to do next, when suddenly something happened. The package moved. Fuji blinked, then slowly got to his feet, approaching the large box warily. There was a small note that said: “Open here”, and always one to follow orders - as long as they suited him - Fuji did as he was told, pulling the small flap that eventually tore a huge hole in the package, revealing what was inside.
And Fuji could only stare.
There, in the box, he was. He had lost the boyish looks from their Junior High School days, but the smouldering eyes were the same, along with the green, unruly bangs. Even though they had hardly met since Fuji graduated, the young man before him was very recognizable; Echizen Ryoma, the king of the tennis world, the world’s number 1 top player, and one of the most sought after bachelors in the world. Everything about him had to do with the world, didn’t it? And here he was, in a box, tied up with handcuffs and ropes, red and green to celebrate the holidays, a ball gag in his mouth and he was… most important of all… Naked. And around his neck hung a note that said: “Merry Christmas, Fujiko~”
He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t repress the immediate stirring in his groin that the sight provoked, and while licking his lips in anticipation, the alcohol in his blood doing its fair share of arousing him, he could feel his reason melt away to nothingness. All that mattered was that he had been given this wonderful toy and he would indulge in it in the same way any child would with their newly acquired Christmas gift.
“Fancy meeting you here, Echizen”, he purred, pulling the young man out of the box, placing a soft kiss at the nape of the younger man’s neck. “Did you wait for me?”
The younger man shook his head, angry eyes trying their best to burn a hole in Fuji’s head, but to no avail. Too far gone in both lust and alcohol fumes, Fuji didn’t really listen to reason. This was a dream come true for him after all. He had longed for Echizen for a long, long time, never really finding the right way to approach the rising star, but now here he was, and he was all Fuji’s to use in any way he saw fit.
But the defiant look in Echizen’s eyes was as much a turn on as it was an annoyance, and he had to deal with that accordingly. Coming to a decision, the young policeman promptly draped the other man over his lap, feeling taut muscles and a rather flaccid cock through the thin fabric his night robe, and he could feel himself getting almost painfully hard. He tried to be gentle at first; landing a soft blow on Echizen’s pert ass, watching in fascination as the butt cheeks wiggled in front of him. Intoxicated by the sight he landed another smack and another and another, until he spanked Echizen steadfastly, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin underneath his hand, how it got warmer and warmer and how Echizen’s squirming increased by each slap.
Now he could almost feel himself being close to coming, and he didn’t want that, not yet. He pushed Echizen away from his lap and the young man crashed down on the floor, small muffled sounds escaping him and Fuji could to his delight see hot tears fall down the younger man’s eyes. The eyes themselves were still angry though, sparkling fire like never before. There was fight left in him still. Lovely. Fuji all but purred as he approached the form on the floor, straddling Echizen’s hips and grinding their groins together. Still, Echizen wasn’t much aroused, a pity really, but at the same time fascinating.
“I’m going to take you, pretty, and I’ll make sure it will be something you’ll never forget”, Fuji promised, spitting into his own hand, using the saliva to slick his cock, already slightly moist - at least at the tip - by precum, up. Fate would have it he didn’t have any lube in the apartment at the moment, so he just had to make do with what he did have, and Echizen just had to deal.
He flung the younger man over on his stomach, pulling down one of the pillows from the couch and tucked it underneath Echizen’s groin, propping him up so that his ass would be of easier access. Being presented with the mouth watering sight of Echizen’s ass and dark, puckered hole, Fuji had to swallow and count silently to ten, backwards, to keep from coming then and there. When he had managed to calm himself down a little, he guided his cock to the tight clenched entrance, and pushed.
It was difficult, the young man underneath him struggled for all he was worth, distressed whimpers escaping him, and he was dry and tight, causing Fuji to only be able to enter a small bit of his gland into the smaller man at first try. He applied more weight, pressed as hard as he could, wincing a bit as pain - good pain - shot through his cock, up to his brain, making the buzzing inside even more overpowering.
“Jesus, Echizen”, he hissed, withdrawing a little, only to roughly push forward again, this time managing to push the entire gland inside, as well as a small part of the shaft. He had managed to break through the sphincter. As to prove this, the sound coming from Echizen now wasn’t as much a whimper as it was a muffled scream.
“You’re a good boy”, Fuji mumbled, withdrawing again, only to push even harder, this time managing to drive his cock all the way in, feeling how Echizen’s muscles clenched around him, hard, arousing and reluctantly yielding.
“You’re a good boy… So tight… So good…”
Fuji held Echizen down with one hand, using the other to spread the younger man’s ass as wide as he could using only one hand, driving hard into the smaller body, his ball sack slapping against Echizen’s already sore ass cheeks with each thrust. He could feel himself getting closer, closer…
And then he went over the edge, small stars exploding behind his eyes as a throaty moan escaped him. He pulled himself out, spilling his seed all over Echizen’s backside, white clots contrasting beautifully to Echizen’s tanned skin.
And a voice came from the doorway.
“Merry Christmas, Fujiko.”
Fuji straightened himself up, giving the three men standing there a warm smile. Sanada stood with his arms draped around the shoulders of Tezuka and Atobe, but the one who had spoken was clearly Tezuka, still dressed in his post man outfit.
“How did you like it?”
Fuji kneeled next to Echizen, cradling the still weeping but fuming young man in his arms.
“I loved it.”