Slam Dunk fic: One-On-One (MitRuMit NC-17 lemon)

[the_diggler]

Title: One-On-One
Rating: NC-17 lemon
Pairing: MitRu/RuMit
Genre: romance, smut.
Warnings: This fic contains YAOI.
Summary: It takes a while for Mitsui to catch on to what Rukawa's always known. (A series of 'one-on-ones' over the course of Mitsui and Rukawa's relationship.)
Author's Notes: If this fic seems like a disjointed series of drabbles... that's because it is. It's just something I would add to over the years whenever I felt like it, like a writing excercise. And now I'm done with it. Or to be more accurate... I'm letting it go. Be free! And may the power of MitRu be with you.
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.



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A look, a glance, a few spontaneous bodily reactions, and Mitsui finally worked out what he wanted.

And what Mitsui Hisashi wanted, Mitsui Hisashi got.

"Ahhh Mitsui-sempai... Mitsui-sempai!" Rukawa moaned, clinging to Mitsui, long legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust mindlessly into the raven-haired boy's body, driven by the soft moans and whimpers and mewls coming out of the younger boy's mouth. It was so sweet.

"Unnnnh sempai!" Rukawa gasped.

So, so sweet.

* * *

Less than a week later Mitsui was slouched on a bench by the basketball court after practice, watching Rukawa shoot hoops as the rest of Shohoku's players headed home. Eventually everyone left and just the two of them remained, Mitsui now openly appreciating the view as Rukawa manueovered himself masterfully around the floor. Finally sensing the attention - read leering - Rukawa's pace slowed, occasionally sending furtive glances at Mitsui out of the corner of his eye. And just when Mitsui felt Rukawa was about ready to walk over and punch him in the face he eased off the bench and walked towards the younger boy, taking his time while Rukawa eyed him, and didn't stop until he was practically pressed up against the the other boy's body.

"Oi Rukawa." he murmured, although he knew he already had the younger boy's complete attention.

He lifted his face until his lips just barely brushed the rim of Rukawa's ear and revelled in the responsive shudder he felt in the other boy's body.

Mitsui smirked.

"How bout another one-on-one?"

* * *

Head thrown back, eyes clenched shut under raven long hair, skin slick with sweat and water washing down from the shower, teeth knawing lips and fighting against moans throatening to spill over any second...

Sometimes Mitsui wondered what the rest of the team would think if they knew about the kinds of things he and Rukawa got up to in their locker room.

* * *

Mitsui gripped the fence surrounding the basketball court, not entirely sure what was happening. Well, clearly, Rukawa was already engaged in a one-on-one. With Sendoh. And there was this strange heavy sinking in Mitsui's gut, and what could be hurt surprise, that he just couldn't explain. He stood there, watching quietly as the two boys finished playing, and even though Sendoh was leaving Mitsui couldn't help but feel like he wanted to punch the Ryonan player's face in.

"Oi." Rukawa said, suddenly standing directly on the other side of the fence, catching Mitsui by surprise.

"Yo." Mitsui replied. Quickly recovering himself he threw on a cheeky grin. "Am I not enough for you any more?" he asked teasingly, nodding his head in the direction Sendoh walked off in.

Rukawa gazed back at him in the dark, his expression, as ever, unreadable.

"Get over here." Mitsui whispered hoarsely. Silently Rukawa obeyed, coming around the fence and through the trees, his skin glowing pale in the dark. And as soon as the younger boy was within arms reach Mitsui grabbed him and shoved him up against the fence, deciding to skip the game and get straight to the good stuff right then and there.

* * *

Somewhere in the back of Mitsui's mind he wondered that this thing with Rukawa had lasted longer than usual... maybe almost a couple of months now. Even deeper in the back of Mitsui's mind was also the realisation that in all that time he hadn't been with anyone else either.

Running his hand down the younger boy's sweat-slicked back, Mitsui slid his palm around the soft curve of Rukawa's rear, down the back of his thigh. Thrusting slowly he leaned forward, pressing his chest to the other boy's back and wrapping an arm around Rukawa's stomach, pulling him close, moving together.

"Mitsui-sempaiiii… ohhhh… Mitsui-sempaiiii… " the raven-haried boy moaned, gasping quietly into his pillow at the slow, seeet torture. Mitsui leaned forward, licking the rim of the boy's ear before whispering into it,

"God I love fucking you."

Mitsui supposed that was enough explanation for now.

* * *

Annoyed, Mitsui stalked up to Rukawa's door and banged on it. He had been looking forward to their one-on-one tonight... especially the usual one-on-one that usually happened afterwards as well... but the little shit had stood him up!

After what seemed like an eternity the younger boy finally opened the door, staring at him blankly.

"Did you forget our one-on-one tonight?"

"No." Rukawa replied, with no further explanation.

Mitsui's eyebrows raised in annoyed exasperation but the younger boy didn't seem to notice, sneezing and turning around to walk through the living room to his bedroom. Speechless and seething, Mitsui followed him. Rukawa went straight for his bed, pulling the covers up to his ears until all Mitsui could see was the younger boy's hair, and when another muffled sneeze came through the bedcovers it finally clicked.

"Hey are you sick?" Mitsui asked, leaning over and feeling the younger boy's forhead. It was burning hot. Mitsui stood up and sighed, all notions of any kind of fun tonight going out the window.

"I'll make you some soup or something."

* * *

A few days later they were lying spooned on Rukawa's bed, doing things that they probably shouldn't have been doing so soon after Rukawa's illness. But for once, the younger boy had been the one to start it. Maybe he was still feverish.

"Are you alright?" Mitsui whispered into Rukwas's ear, slowly thrusting into the younger boy from behind.

Rukawa bit his lip and nodded.

"Just tell me if you need to stop."

Rukawa shook his head, his fingers twining around Mitsui's hand where it was splayed on his stomach, silently encouraging Mitsui to keep going.

* * *

"Alone at last" Mitsui grinned, closing the door behind him. Rukawa didn't respond, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Brows furrowing in concern, Mitsui followed and sat down next to him.

"Hey what's the matter? You've been quieter than usual." Mitsui asked.

Still Rukawa didn't reply, staring at his hands.

"You haven't even congratulated me or anything." Mitsui prodded.

Rukawa sighed.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks, I guess." Mitsui replied. The silence returned, stretching between them as Mitsui's consternation grew by the second.

Finally Rukawa let out a heavy sigh.

"So when are you leaving?" the younger boy whispered.

"What?" Mitsui replied, confused.

"For college."

A sinking feeling shot thorugh the pit of Mitsui's stomach at the turn the conversation was heading, but he plastered a smirk on his face to cover it.

"Do you want to get rid of me or something?" he said, trying to keep his tone light.

"No." Rukawa replied, not offering anything else.

Mitsui decided to try a different approach.

"Why, will you miss me?" he asked, still trying to sound like it was all fun and games.

"...yes." Rukawa replied.

"Aww Rukawa you really do care!" Mitsui exclaimed overdramatically, leaning forward to kiss him.

"Shut up Mitsui." Rukawa growled, pushing him away. Mitsui stopped grinning, pulling away in surprise.

"Hey now, I'm only teasing." he crooned softly.

Rukawa lapsed back into silence.

"Look, just because I've graduated doesn't mean I'm leaving altogether. We're still gonna see each other."

"...We are?" Rukawa asked softly.

"If that's ok with you."

Rukawa nodded.

Maybe he really did care.

* * *

Fingernails dug deep into Mitsui's shoulders as Rukawa rocked slowly in his lap, making him gasp into the younger boy's neck at the grip. Pulling back to look up at the raven-haired boy, he was greeted with the sight of a long pale neck arched back, lips bruised and darkened where the younger boy was biting into them, as usual, trying to keep the moans in his throat from escaping his mouth. Mitsui removed one of his hands from where he was guiding Rukawa's hips in a steady rhythym, sliding his palm up the other boy's torso until his thumb could brush against the other boy's nipple, and Rukawa lost the battle of teeth vs lip, hissing in surprise and gasping out.

"Ahh! Mitsui!"

"Hisashi… call me Hisashi…" he growled.

The raven-haired boy's eyes snapped down to connect with Mitsui's, and he leaned forward to mesh their tongues together before pulling back just enough to moan against Mitsui's lips,

"Hisashi…"

"Yes"

"Hisashiiii…"

Oh God yes.

* * *

"Shit I've gotta go, it's getting late." Mitsui cursed, peeling himself away from Rukawa and getting up off the bed. He fumbled around in the dark for his clothes, pulling them on as he found them. Rukawa got up as well, pulling on his boxers and following Mitsui out into the living room, blinking in the brighter light. Mitsui almost fell over himself as he put on his shoes, he was so tired.

"I've really gotta move out of my parents house." he muttered to himself.

"... Why don't you move in here?"

"What?"

"You're always here anyway."

"I guess... but are you serious? I thought you liked your privacy."

"I do. But like I said, you're always here anyway. And it doesn't bother me." Rukawa replied softly.

Mitsui grinned, putting a finger to his temple in mock thought.

"Hmmm... move in with Kaede and have sex whenever we want, all hours of the day and night... let me think..."

"Hn. I'll go make more space in the closet."

* * *

Mitsui sighed as he flicked through the channels on the TV. It was one of those nights where there just wasn't anything interesting to watch at all. But then he looked over to the other side of the couch and realised he didn't really have to be watching TV now anyway.

"Na Rukawa." he said, turning the TV off. Rukawa looked over at him, eyebrow raised in question. Sidling up to the raven-haired boy Mitsui nuzzled his nose into Rukawa's neck. "How 'bout meeting me in the bedroom for a one-on-one?" he murmured.

Rukawa pushed him away, standing up off the couch and staring down at him silently. Mitsui blinked, staring back up at the younger boy in confusion. Slowly Rukawa arms began to move, and in one long sweep he had lifted his t-shirt off and thrown it to the floor. A beat, and then the younger boy's fingers went to the waist of his jeans, undoing the top button there.

Mitsui gulped, his throat suddenly going dry at display taking place before him.

Another two buttons undone, and Rukawa turned, walking towards the bedroom.

Finally Mitsui found his limbs again, jumping up and following the other boy as he hastily began to tug at his own clothes, tripping clumsily more than a few times in his haste. By the time Mitsui reached the foot of the bed Rukawa was already completely naked, sprawled back on the sheets and waiting for him. Mitsui licked his lips hungrily as he pushed down his boxers.

* * *

There were many things Mitsui loved about living with Rukawa. Obviously, there was the sex. But there was also coming home to a friendly face at the end of the day... Spontaneous basketball one-on-ones at the beach... And watching Rukawa sleep. Absolutely dead to the world. And Mitsui loved it because he could openly indulge in a feast for his eyes, combing his fingers through raven-black hair, fingertips playing against soft curled eyelashes, trailing over smooth pale skin...

Mitsui sighed lazily. The morning had hung grey with threatening clouds, but they'd still played basketball until they were so exhausted Rukawa had fallen right to sleep as soon as they'd curled up on the couch. Mitsui didn't mind, content to watch him as the sky finally released its first drops of rain.

* * *

"Tadaima!" Mitsui called out as he closed the door behind him.

"'Kaeri." was the reply from the couch. Mitsui plopped down next the raven-haired boy, eyes on the television but not really paying attention yet.

"How was your day?" the younger boy asked.

"Long." he replied.

"One-on-one?"

Mitsui grinned. "You get the ball, I'll go change."

* * *

They'd come a long way from Shohoku High's locker room, but sex in the shower was something they'd probably never get out of their system. Mitsui loved having Rukawa pressed between him and the shower wall as he slowly rubbed their soap slicked bodies together, the younger boy's hands languidly stroking his back in encouragment while their lengths slid together in a satisfying rhythm. But then Rukawa's hands began moving downwards, fingers teasing a lingering trail, until suddenly they were pressing, pushing inside him. Mitsui gasped a curse, raising his leg slightly and giving the younger boy better access, allowing him in even deeper. He'd only shown Rukawa that trick recently but already the younger boy was getting good at it. Damn super rookie.

* * *

Sometimes Mitsui would watch Rukawa sleep, and wondered what he dreamt about, what he thought about, how he felt about--

Mitsui bit his lip.

Maybe he shouldn't think so much about these things.

It was hard not to though, especially after tonight. Tonight he had been taken for the first time in his life... he had let Rukawa take him... And he never knew it could be so good.

He'd never felt so goddamn fragile in his life either. Like he'd just given the last piece of himself over to the other boy, completely, and finally. And it scared him to his core.

Yeah, maybe he shouldn't think so much about these things.

* * *

"God I love it when you fuck me…" Mitsui gasped, reaching his hand back and grasping Rukawa's rear as the younger boy thrust inside him. His legs were so far apart his cock was pressing against the matress, leaking a big wet spot into the sheets. Mitsui didn't care, throwing his head back and fighting against the needy sounding groans in his throat, threatening to escalate at any second.

* * *

The raven-haired boy blinked, a slight flare of surprise in his eyes as he took in their candlelit bedroom, champagne cooling on the bedside table.

"Happy anniversary!" Mitsui grinned at him.

Rukawa's forehead twitched.

"Hey..." Mitsui laughed softly. "Sorry if I caught you off guard, but it just kinda hit me the other day... we've been together for around two years now, did you know that?"

Finally Rukawa turned, his eyes meeting Mitsui's.

"I knew." the younger boy smirked.

"Oh really?" Mitsui smirked back.

Rukawa hn-ed.

"Well then," Mitsui announced as he pulled a band of leather from out of his pocket. "You better prepare that smart-ass of yours for the night of your life."

* * *

Mitsui groaned as sensation overwhelmed him, The blindfold that he had earlier used to tie Rukawa up now covering his own eyes, making him feel every single movement of Rukawa's muscles against him and inside him.

He knew he was shaking, knew this was when he was at his weakest, knew that he might blurt out something he might regret--

"Hisashi… why are you biting your lip like that?" the younger boy asked, leaning forward to soothe the abused lip with his tongue.

"I… " he started, but then had to grit his teeth against Rukawa's steady thrusting. It was so damn good, but if he lost himself in it, he would have no control.

"Let go…" Rukawa whispered in his ear.

"I can't…"

He felt the other boy frown against his cheek.

Rukawa slid the blindfold off his eyes and into Mitsui's mouth, gagging him. He had never been so relieved. He wrapped his arms around the younger boy as Rukawa began to thrust in earnest and finally he began to let go, cursing and babbling nonsense through the gag.

He didn't have to control himself anymore. And he was completely lost, mindless in pleasure.

Then, right before he came, Rukawa ripped the gag off his mouth, and the words tumbled past his lips before he could even think to stop them.

"So good! Kaede! Love you! Love you so much!

* * *

Mitsui lay frozen on the bed as he regained his breath, the realization of the things that had finally come out of his mouth hanging heavy in the air. Finally Rukawa moved, lifting his head and looking into Mitsui's eyes. The younger boy opened his mouth to say something, but then bit his lip in a familiar gesture. Mitsui would have none of it this time though. He had to hear what Rukawa wanted to say. Mitsui reached up, caressing Rukawa's lips with his thumb and forcing them open.

"I love you too Hisashi, I always have…" came the soft whisper, leaving Mitsui reeling and breathless. And as the memories of their time together flashed through his mind, with a shock Mitsui finally realized... all those times Rukawa had bit his lip, sometimes until he bled... all the way back to the first time they'd made love... Mitsui finally understood what Rukawa had been holding back, had been feeling for so long. And finally he also understood, that all that time... he'd been feeling the same thing too.

~ owari