[PoT] Somehow, PG-13, Romance, Fuji/Yuuta [xmas05]

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Christmas Drabbles 2005

For: shi_no_blank
Pairing: Fuji/Yuuta [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: power


Somehow

Yuuta knows that, physically, he is more powerful than his older brother. He outgrew Syuusuke somewhere between his last year of primary school and his first year in junior high and since then he’s built his musculature to fill out his frame. But there’s always been something about Syuusuke that makes Yuuta feels helpless, overpowered, and he can never pinpoint what it is exactly.

Maybe it’s the precision of his movements on the tennis court; no matter how his opponent attacks, he’s always ready to counter and bring the game back to his advantage. Yuuta has rarely seen Syuusuke lose and even then he does so fighting, fierce and skillful and passionate. Yuuta, though, has never personally experienced the thrill of seeing his older brother defeated in a game between the two of them. Perhaps that’s another reason he can’t help but feel powerless, no matter how hard he’s trained, or how many opponents he’s defeated. It’s never been the one he wants most to defeat.

Or maybe, Yuuta thinks, staring wide-eyed up into Syuusuke’s sharp blue eyes, it’s just the way Syuusuke manipulates things off courts as well as on. Mizuki may scheme and plot and strategize, but Syuusuke is on an entirely different level altogether. Yuuta has fallen prey to his brother’s subtle machinations often enough to know this well, but apparently not often enough to know better.

He’s flat on his back again and Syuusuke watches him, a faint smile on his lips. Yuuta shudders and closes his eyes because that feeling of powerlessness is overtaking him again. He lies helpless as Syuusuke traces a slender finger—all of Syuusuke is so slender, deceptively so, and it’s another thing Yuuta hates about his brother—down his chest. It tickles and he writhes under the feather light touch, arching either away from the finger or into the touch, he hasn’t yet decided.

“Yuuta,” Syuusuke murmurs admonishingly and Yuuta subsides, falling back against the bed, breathing hard.

Powerless, he thinks to himself, against that soft voice and those fleeting touches and the genius that’s made him into more than just a tennis prodigy. Yuuta blindly reaches out his hands and draws Syuusuke down to him.

“Aniki,” he whispers, and sees the light warm the blue in those eyes, sees the gentle curve of those lip, and feels slightly less powerless.

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Posted: 12.19.2005