[PoT] Candy, PG-13, Smut/Humor, FujiRyo [revolution]

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Thrill Pair Revolution

Title: Candy
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Fuji's hungry and Nanjirou sees something he shouldn't have.


Candy
by meitachi

Nanjiroh lazily flipped through the swimsuit issue of his favorite magazine for the fourth time that day before allowing it to fall shut. Lying on his back, staring at the cold, blue sky, he put his arms behind his head and wondered what he could do in the afternoon. Rinko was at work, of course, and Nanako was busy inside with chores. It left him with nothing to do, as usual, and today he was feeling more restless than usual.

Perhaps it'd be a good time to visit the brat, he thought idly. See if he was getting along all right in that apartment of his. Sharing it with one of his senpai, was it? Some boy Nanjiroh hardly remembered meeting, though he'd been admittedly distracted by the number of pretty girls who had been passing in the halls of the karaoke place. Whose stupid idea was it to make introductions in a crowded karaoke room anyway?

Heh. He snorted and sat up. All he knew was that the boy was out of college now, working some plodding day-to-day job. What a boring life. He yawned, stretching, and decided that he should invite himself over to dinner. Rinko and Nanako had both been by Ryoma's apartment many times, but Nanjiroh had never found it in his interest to go--after all, having the house to himself meant no one stumbling upon him and his precious collection.

Today, however... Scratching his armpit, Nanjirou went to look for his shoes.

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Ryoma glanced down at himself warily, noting how he was blatantly naked except for the scattered candy-necklace and candy-bracelets. He was fairly sure whoever had invented them hadn't intended them to be worn high up on his arm, around his ankle, or even pulled up tight against his upper thigh.

Syuusuke had better appreciate this, he grumbled to himself. The things he'd do for his stupid boyfriend's birthday.

Flopping down onto their futon, he laid spread-eagle and exposed, uncaring because he was the only one in the apartment. Fuji would be home soon--any minute now, really, because Ryoma would not have tolerated those elastic bands biting into his skin for more than half an hour at most. His boyfriend had better be quick about getting them off too.

Ryoma made a noise of annoyance even as he heard the front door rattle and open, a familiar voice calling out, "Tadaima," as shoes were toed off.

"Okaeri," he replied as footsteps approached. Ryoma shifted and looked up as the bedroom door slid open and blue eyes caught golden ones.

Fuji raised a hand to loosen his tie as he ran a speculative look at the naked boy lying at his feet. "My, my," he murmured, "What have we here, Ryoma-kun?"

Ryoma's eyes lidded as his expression melted into a tried-and-true look of sultriness. "How was work?" he asked innocently, his smile anything but. "Are you hungry?"

Gaze sweeping over the candy bracelets, Fuji did look rather hungry. "Saa, you really know my weaknesses, don't you?" The tie was dropped at his feet as he started on his buttons. "I am in the mood for something...sweet." He approached the futon, eyes still locked with Ryoma's. "Shall I help myself then?"

Moving a bit, as un-self-conciously as possible, Ryoma spread his legs a little wider in blatant invitation. "You have a surprising sweet tooth," he said, smirking, "for someone with such a strange taste in wasabi and vegetble juice."

Fuji didn't reply as his mouth had already latched onto a candy treat on Ryoma's left arm, lapping at it and leaving a wet trail on the younger boy's skin. He tongued it thoroughly and then nibbled, letting his hand toy with the bracelet on Ryoma's thigh, fingers slipping just often enough to brush bare skin.

"Mmm," he breathed and bit the candy off. "It's a lovely birthday present, thank you."

Ryoma tangled his hands in Fuji's hair. "Hurry up," he ordered. "The elastic's cutting off circulation."

Fuji smirked when he heard that and curled his hand around Ryoma's cock, still working the candy in his mouth. "Then it's a good thing you didn't put one on down here, isn't it?"

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He'd knocked all of twice--Nanjiroh figured that was more than enough. Impatient--why should the brat be allowed to keep him waiting, anyway?--he tried the door and found it unlocked. "Yatta," he crowed to himself, grinning triumphantly as he let himself in. "Oi, seishounen," he caroled once inside.

Noises were coming from the bedroom. Nanjiroh's eyebrows flew up even as his eyes glinted evilly. He rubbed his hands together as he slipped off his sandals and made his way further inside. Was the brat--busying himself, thinking he was alone? Was he finally succumbing to the hormones Nanjiroh had despaired of him for ever having? Ohh, this would make such good blackmail! And he would finally be able to clap that brat on the shoulder and declare him a normal boy, now? (He wouldn't quite be a Real Man yet, though, but Nanjiroh figured he was allowed a little more time with that, with his tennis obsession and all.)

Grinning wildly at the small gasps he was hearing, Nanjiroh traced them to the bedroom door, and slid it open in one sweeping movement, crying, "SEISHOUNEN~!"

He stopped.

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Ryoma froze. Looked up. Saw his father in the doorway.

He squeezed his eyes shut and wished it was a really, really, really bad hallucination and that Fuji's head wasn't between his legs, distinct red marks scattered over both of their far-too-exposed bodies.

Barring that, he wished the earth would open up a black abyss and swallow him whole.

A string of creative curses rattled in his head as he cracked open an eye to find that perverted old man still standing there, gaping at him. Ryoma couldn't think of anything to say.

Fuji lifted his head at the sudden disturbance and his glance at flickered from one Echizen to the other. Now he smiled genially. "Just having an afternoon snack," he said pleasantly, indicating the few candies that remained on Ryoma's bracelets. "If you'd wait in the living room for a bit, we can have some tea later."

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Started/Finished: 09.19.2005