[PoT] Glory Days, PG-13, Romance, FujiRyo [boyband]
Drabble Request #16
For: kasugai_gummie
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG-13
Line: “Saa~I think we have a voyeur, Ryoma.”
30_kisses theme: #7 superstar
Canon boyband AU of "Band of Princes."
Glory Days
656 words
It was only four-thirty in the afternoon when Fuji dragged Ryoma off to be ravished, but it was excusable because Aozu had just finished practice and Ryoma had looked particularly enticing that day in his sleeveless red top and black jeans. It didn’t hurt that the last song of the set that day was “Hikari no Saki” and while Tezuka and Ryoma’s voices blended together perfectly to make a beautiful melody, it also triggered something possessive in Fuji, a need to prove, if only to himself and Ryoma, that Ryoma was still quite firmly his.
And so it was off behind the clubhouse that Fuji dragged a not-quite reluctant Ryoma, Oishi and Tezuka only giving them long-suffering looks, too used to this to complain. The two would always return, disheveled, to finish their share of cleaning up, at least.
“Ouch,” said Ryoma, as his back hit the wall. He tilted his face up at Fuji’s, considering. “Jealous?” he asked, smirking.
Fuji’s smile was a little sharper-edged than usual. “I think,” he said mildly, “that you’ll have to sing fewer duets with Tezuka from now on.”
“But it sells,” Ryoma pointed out, deliberately provoking, as always. He grinned as Fuji drew nearer. “Our duets don’t sell nearly as well.”
“Saa,” murmured Fuji, eliminating the space between their bodies, “I’m sure we could replace those songs with something more profitable.” He slid his hand under Ryoma’s shirt and stroked his side, smiling at the low sound of contentment it elicited. “We could market your purring,” he teased, watching golden eyes flick up at him, “or even,” here he rocked his hips into Ryoma’s, “your little gasps.”
“Unnh,” groaned Ryoma, winding his arms around Fuji’s neck. “Evil,” he muttered.
“I’m sure your moans and screams would easily outsell your duets with Tezuka.” Fuji chuckled and lowered his mouth to Ryoma’s, capturing the willing mouth under his.
Against the back wall of the Aozu clubhouse, Fuji teased sounds out of Ryoma and Ryoma did his best, which wasn’t bad at all really, to reciprocate. It was lucky for them the area in the back was mostly secluded, privacy ensured by a tall row of hedges planted around three of the four walls of the clubhouse. It was not completely their fault that they were so caught up in each other and making each other moan that they forgot that while they were protected from view, they could still be heard quite easily.
It was only after Ryoma had come into Fuji’s hand, biting back a scream, and Fuji had come in Ryoma’s mouth, head thrown back, that they were clearheaded enough to notice anything besides each other. Sliding down to sit on the ground, knees weak for some reason, Fuji leaned against the wall with Ryoma sprawled in his lap, still licking the last traces of Fuji from his lips.
Fuji’s eyes caught sight of a rustle of leaves in the bushes. His smile sharpened. “Saa~I think we have a voyeur, Ryoma.”
The boy in his lap lifted his head and turned, staring. A smirk tugged his lips. “Several,” he said, picking up a nearby pebble and throwing it neatly through the lower branches of the hedge.
A yelp was heard, and then a startled, “NYA!” and ensuing “Fssh” and worried, “Momo! Are you all right?” If they concentrated hard enough, Fuji and Ryoma could almost make out the low mutterings of their data specialist. The entirety of Cap to Bin.
“OCHIBI!” Eiji yelled in outrage over the hedge.
Ryoma laughed into Fuji’s collar. “Come to spy on us?”
“Just to steal our new album tracks,” Fuji replied in amusement, fingers briefly resting on Ryoma’s bare stomach as a reminder.
“Ch’. I don’t think so.”
Fuji didn’t look exceptionally perturbed at the refusal. “Well, I suppose I could always do more duets with Tezuka instead,” he mused.
Ryoma twitched.
“No,” he said flatly, and kissed Fuji to punctuate his point.
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Posted: 06.09.2005
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Notes: FINI! ::happy:: I like this AU too. And I have images of Fuji-in-a-tie-on-stage or Ryoma-in-leather-on-stage so I'll probably write more in this universe later as well. ^^. Meanwhile, feedback appreciated!
Actually, this fic was spawned of guilt for liking Hikari no Saki (TezuRyo duet from Tezuka's album with) so much. So I owed it to Fuji-muse...
For: kasugai_gummie
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG-13
Line: “Saa~I think we have a voyeur, Ryoma.”
30_kisses theme: #7 superstar
Canon boyband AU of "Band of Princes."
Glory Days
656 words
It was only four-thirty in the afternoon when Fuji dragged Ryoma off to be ravished, but it was excusable because Aozu had just finished practice and Ryoma had looked particularly enticing that day in his sleeveless red top and black jeans. It didn’t hurt that the last song of the set that day was “Hikari no Saki” and while Tezuka and Ryoma’s voices blended together perfectly to make a beautiful melody, it also triggered something possessive in Fuji, a need to prove, if only to himself and Ryoma, that Ryoma was still quite firmly his.
And so it was off behind the clubhouse that Fuji dragged a not-quite reluctant Ryoma, Oishi and Tezuka only giving them long-suffering looks, too used to this to complain. The two would always return, disheveled, to finish their share of cleaning up, at least.
“Ouch,” said Ryoma, as his back hit the wall. He tilted his face up at Fuji’s, considering. “Jealous?” he asked, smirking.
Fuji’s smile was a little sharper-edged than usual. “I think,” he said mildly, “that you’ll have to sing fewer duets with Tezuka from now on.”
“But it sells,” Ryoma pointed out, deliberately provoking, as always. He grinned as Fuji drew nearer. “Our duets don’t sell nearly as well.”
“Saa,” murmured Fuji, eliminating the space between their bodies, “I’m sure we could replace those songs with something more profitable.” He slid his hand under Ryoma’s shirt and stroked his side, smiling at the low sound of contentment it elicited. “We could market your purring,” he teased, watching golden eyes flick up at him, “or even,” here he rocked his hips into Ryoma’s, “your little gasps.”
“Unnh,” groaned Ryoma, winding his arms around Fuji’s neck. “Evil,” he muttered.
“I’m sure your moans and screams would easily outsell your duets with Tezuka.” Fuji chuckled and lowered his mouth to Ryoma’s, capturing the willing mouth under his.
Against the back wall of the Aozu clubhouse, Fuji teased sounds out of Ryoma and Ryoma did his best, which wasn’t bad at all really, to reciprocate. It was lucky for them the area in the back was mostly secluded, privacy ensured by a tall row of hedges planted around three of the four walls of the clubhouse. It was not completely their fault that they were so caught up in each other and making each other moan that they forgot that while they were protected from view, they could still be heard quite easily.
It was only after Ryoma had come into Fuji’s hand, biting back a scream, and Fuji had come in Ryoma’s mouth, head thrown back, that they were clearheaded enough to notice anything besides each other. Sliding down to sit on the ground, knees weak for some reason, Fuji leaned against the wall with Ryoma sprawled in his lap, still licking the last traces of Fuji from his lips.
Fuji’s eyes caught sight of a rustle of leaves in the bushes. His smile sharpened. “Saa~I think we have a voyeur, Ryoma.”
The boy in his lap lifted his head and turned, staring. A smirk tugged his lips. “Several,” he said, picking up a nearby pebble and throwing it neatly through the lower branches of the hedge.
A yelp was heard, and then a startled, “NYA!” and ensuing “Fssh” and worried, “Momo! Are you all right?” If they concentrated hard enough, Fuji and Ryoma could almost make out the low mutterings of their data specialist. The entirety of Cap to Bin.
“OCHIBI!” Eiji yelled in outrage over the hedge.
Ryoma laughed into Fuji’s collar. “Come to spy on us?”
“Just to steal our new album tracks,” Fuji replied in amusement, fingers briefly resting on Ryoma’s bare stomach as a reminder.
“Ch’. I don’t think so.”
Fuji didn’t look exceptionally perturbed at the refusal. “Well, I suppose I could always do more duets with Tezuka instead,” he mused.
Ryoma twitched.
“No,” he said flatly, and kissed Fuji to punctuate his point.
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Posted: 06.09.2005
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Notes: FINI! ::happy:: I like this AU too. And I have images of Fuji-in-a-tie-on-stage or Ryoma-in-leather-on-stage so I'll probably write more in this universe later as well. ^^. Meanwhile, feedback appreciated!
Actually, this fic was spawned of guilt for liking Hikari no Saki (TezuRyo duet from Tezuka's album with) so much. So I owed it to Fuji-muse...