Post by krystalepyon on Dec 10, 2007 1:04:39 GMT -5
Erm, well, I've been given the title Crack Pairings Specialist. ^.^ Just thought better start to live up to my name...
Actually, a conversation with Ychan reminded me of this and I couldn't help but post it. It's an excerpt from a much longer fic, and just one of the many pairings involved - definitely the most cracky. ^.^
Inui/Tezuka
4%
Tezuka received a call from Inui asking him to come over and help compile some fine details of the new training schedule. Though he wanted to know why it couldn’t be done over the phone, Tezuka decided to go anyway. He could do with a walk to stretch his legs after studying at his cramped desk for hours.
He’d go over to Inui’s, then walk back home and crawl into bed with his new book. He’d studied enough for one night. Even Tezuka needed a little relaxation every once in a while.
When he arrived, Inui answered the door and led Tezuka up to his room. He sat Tezuka down on the edge of his bed, and handed the captain a cup of tea, which Tezuka sniffed suspiciously.
“Just Jasmine tea,” Inui told him. “I calculated that you would arrive while my mother’s recent batch was still hot.”
Just to be on the safe side, Tezuka sipped only a little to check the taste. It was indeed very hot, and Tezuka’s taste buds were momentarily blinded by the scalding liquid, but that was how he liked his tea. Trust Inui to know.
It was actually very good tea. Tezuka drank it down much quicker than usual, letting out a little sigh as the cup was emptied.
As Inui began to talk, sitting in front of his computer, Tezuka spied the pot sitting on Inui’s bedside table. Quietly, so as not to disturb the rambling data specialist, he refilled the cup. By the time Inui was done, Tezuka had passed out on the bed, having finished almost the entire pot.
*
Inui, giving the ‘roman-tea-c’ time to kick in, filled Tezuka in on the current regimen of the team, before outlining his new proposal. It took nineteen minutes. Tezuka should have been just feeling the effects at twenty minutes. Turning in his swivel chair to check on Tezuka’s state, he gasped in shock, seeing the captain passed out on his bed.
Tezuka was flushed, and breathing hard even in his sleep. Inui swallowed heavily. He dashed to the tea pot and hefted it. It was almost empty. Tezuka had sneakily been refilling his cup the whole time…
The dosage had been light. Just a tester. Spiked with a small dose of a strong aphrodisiac that would simulate attraction at the lowest level. Rising increments would create interest, then infatuation, then pure, unadulterated lust.
Inui had carefully measured the first cup of tea. He had collected a lot of data on Tezuka, so if it worked, he would be able to tell. However, the rest of the batch was still infusing in the pot, and the amount of aphrodisiac in there would have an elephant humping a rock.
Tezuka moaned softly, and squirmed.
This was not good. Perhaps Inui should call Fuji over… No. No, the tensai would kill him. He would just have to take care of this himself.
Closing his eyes to calm his suddenly bloodless brain, Inui forced himself to think clearly. Large amounts of the aphrodisiac would induce memory loss. Tezuka wouldn’t remember anything in the morning except listening to Inui and drinking some tea.
Good. Inui just had to get the aphrodisiac out of Tezuka’s system now… He glanced down at the captain’s raging erection. It wouldn’t be so unpleasant…
7%
Tezuka moaned himself awake. His body moved by itself, thrusting up into whatever warm thing was curled around him, giving him pleasure.
He was so close… so close. This must be Fuji’s idea of a wakeup call... Mmmm, Fuji.
Tezuka moaned as he came, silently calling his lover’s name in his mind. No way was he giving Fuji the satisfaction of moaning his name after what the tensai had pulled yesterday. No way in… Why was he still rock hard?
Groggily, Tezuka opened his eyes. “...Inui. What the hell?” he mumbled, realizing now that he was no longer impending or enduring orgasm, that Fuji was not the one touching him. Rather, Inui was frowning and licking his hand, muttering to himself.
“Ah, you’re awake, Tezuka,” Inui murmured, stating the obvious.
Trying to function intelligently through the persistent hard on, Tezuka closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Why am I… Why am I still..?” He gestured to his crotch, blushing.
Not only was he in Inui’s bed, but he was naked before the data specialist, covered in unsavory fluid, and he’d never been so hard in his life. Add to that the fact that Inui had just jerked him off, and Tezuka was a very frustrating mix of angry, embarrassed, and very, very horny.
“As for what I am doing, I should think that would be obvious. You are in desperate need of release, and as Fuji would have my head if I alerted him to the problem, I am taking care of that for you. As to why… You drank a vast quantity of Roman-tea-c. It contains a strong aphrodisiac that, had you simply stuck to the one cup, would have confirmed my theories, and completed my testing of the substance. Drinking almost the entire tea pot, however, has rendered you unconscious for fifteen minutes and you have now experienced three orgasms: The first with no aid, the second at the barest touch of my hand, and the third you are aware of.”
“Inui,” Tezuka panted. “I’m going to throw you off the team. Then, I’m going to kill you.”
“All in due time… captain,” Inui replied, adjusting his glasses.
An involuntary moan slipped past Tezuka’s lips. What the hell was wrong with him? The way Inui called him ‘captain’ sent a thrill of eagerness right to his erect cock.
He threw his head back onto the pillow, arching his back in frustration. Damn it! He needed to get off, now!
“Put your damned mouth to good use,” he hissed, even as he reached for himself.
Inui diverted his hand and bent over him. “Yes, captain,” the data specialist breathed, before taking Tezuka’s erection between his lips.
The heat was almost unbearable, the pleasure entirely painful… Burying his fingers in spiky blue hair, Tezuka began to fuck Inui’s mouth.
He came in four thrusts.
*
[Several orgasms later…]
Inui had known the effects would be drastic, but who would have thought Tezuka would act like this, even when drowned in aphrodisiac? Thoroughly glad he was the only one who would remember any of this, Inui decided to let go and enjoy himself. It was good data, and he would never ever have another chance. Unless he slipped Tezuka some Roma-tea-c when… No. Bad Sadaharu.
The Roman-tea-c was for Echizen.
As Tezuka let go, unable to fight the unquenchable lust, Inui steered him in the most profitable direction. He had subtly prepared himself during the earlier, less coherent stages of Tezuka’s intoxication, just incase.
Honestly, he had been hoping it would come to this.
Nothing worked. Nothing gave Tezuka the satisfaction he so desired. Not hands, not skin, not lips, tongues, or teeth.
The drug had to be milked from Tezuka’s system, and in order for either of them to get any sleep before morning practice – and sleep was essential, or else Tezuka might not forget before excommunicating Inui from the tennis team – then Tezuka was going to have to come a lot more.
Ah, what Inui sacrificed for the sake of science. Or, rather, for the sake of scientifically seducing a certain, surly little someone.
As Tezuka came once more - this time from the combined stimulation of Inui’s hand on his cock and dexterous tongue licking his ass – Inui licked his erection clean, and coated the appendage in saliva. He crawled over the captain, pressing back against the hardness now nestled between his ass cheeks.
He was very hard himself. Attending to Tezuka all this time had him leaking pre-cum with only the barest physical stimulation. Though he would have preferred to be the one ‘on top’, this course was the best for removing the aphrodisiac from Tezuka’s body.
Tezuka looked extremely sexy, laying there panting and biting his lip. His glasses had been abandoned earlier, and his hair was all tousled. His muscles rippled every so often with slight contractions. He arched as Inui took hold of his still rigid erection and held it to his own entrance.
The data specialist closed his eyes and threw back his head as he slowly sat, taking Tezuka’s weeping cock inside himself. With one hand, he held Tezuka’s erection steady. With the other, he both braced himself and reminded the captain to wait patiently.
Tezuka let out several quick pants, held his breath for a few seconds, and then repeated the pattern. He was close, again.
Inui paused, his strong legs holding him in place as he gently rocked back and forth. Best to let Tezuka come when he needed, and then continue.
As Tezuka moaned and thrust just a little, releasing himself yet again, Inui flicked his thumb over the head of his own cock. Just watching Tezuka orgasm again and again was the experience of a lifetime. He would never, ever forget this night.
Tezuka’s release added more lubrication, and he hardened quickly again as he now slid more easily into Inui. Leaning forward a little so he didn’t squish Tezuka’s currently highly sensitive balls, Inui rested finally on the captain’s hips.
He licked his lips and pushed up his glasses. He was panting slightly, himself.
Briefly, he wondered what it would be like to have sex with Tezuka under normal circumstances, but the chances of that happening actually fell into negative percentages, so he quickly killed the thought. Just this chance was more than he could ever have hoped for.
Bracing both hands on Tezuka’s chest, Inui began to ride him. He isolated his hips so that his motions didn’t force too much weight onto Tezuka’s chest and cause bruising. Fuji would certainly then know that something was up.
The pleasure was exquisite. Tezuka's fit, beautiful body, rippled beneath Inui and his perfect, hard cock filled the data specialist completely, rubbing persistently against his prostate.
While Inui rode him, Tezuka came three times, taking several seconds longer to harden completely each time. The fourth time, Inui couldn’t stand it anymore, and he sat back and curled one hand around his own cock, stroking quickly as he clenched around the length in his ass. He trembled violently as he came, having held in the orgasm for longer than he thought possible.
Finally, he collapsed over Tezuka, sweating and panting, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough to negate the dosage of Roman-tea-c. It was going to be a long night.
8%
When Tezuka woke up safe and warm in his own bed, he felt out of place. For some reason, he expected to wake up somewhere else.
He also felt a little hungover. He was probably just dehydrated, but he simply couldn’t be damned to get up, go all the way downstairs, and get a glass of water.
Hell, he couldn’t manage to open his eyes again, let alone ‘move’.
Why was he so exhausted?
Suddenly, Tezuka frowned. Hadn’t he gone to Inui’s last night? Yes, he remembered sitting there and listening to Inui drone on… and drinking that delicious tea. Maybe he should visit Inui more often. The tea was very good.
But he didn’t remember coming home. Had the tea put him to sleep? Did Inui’s mother drive him home? Did Tezuka’s mother pick him up?
Why didn’t he remember?
As he tried desperately to figure that out – for no reason other than he didn’t know something and that simple fact bothered him – he came up with some very strange images. Well, not really images.
Tezuka was remembering his dream from last night, but he couldn’t really piece it together, it was more of a feeling, really. A very erotic feeling. But for some reason, it didn’t ‘feel’ like Fuji.
How strange. All of Tezuka’s erotic dreams revolved around Fuji. But this one… Maybe if Tezuka really had fallen asleep listening to Inui talk, then the data specialist had invaded his dreams.
Ew. Tezuka did not want to have wet dreams concerning Inui.
But… If Tezuka really had slept so solidly from that point on, then why did he feel so exhausted?
Suddenly, Tezuka realized that his alarm had been going off beside him for about five minutes. The chirping began to invade his brain, and somehow sent motion through his limbs. He reached out and slammed his hand down on the button to shut the damn thing up.
He had to get up.
Tezuka always set his alarm for the latest possible time, because he never slept in. Once it was time to get up, he was awake, and ready, and he didn’t linger.
For some reason, he still couldn’t get himself to move. Was he sick?
Didn’t matter. He had to get to practice. The team needed him.
Besides, if he didn’t show up, then Fuji would have a free shot at Echizen while he wasn’t around, and that wasn’t acceptable.
Finally, Tezuka forced himself up in one jerk. Sitting up, staring blearily around, he noticed two things. One, his clothes were strewn on the floor, and he always folded everything and put it away before bed. Two, his boxer shorts were inexplicably squishy.
Somehow, Tezuka worked through the exhaustion, his body waking up bit by bit as he moved. He made it to the shower, and washed away the evidence of the wet dream he did not want to remember.
Thinking of Fuji, he started to stroke himself as he did every morning.
Fuji had this way of inviting him that was very sexy. The tensai would sit on the edge of his bed, leaning back on his hands, his legs spread at the perfect angle, and a slight, tempting tilt to his hips. He always seemed to be wearing the one thing that would perfectly frame his erection at certain angles, too, even if it was just his school uniform…
Something was wrong… Why wasn’t Tezuka getting hard?
Okay, something a little more graphic, then.
Fuji dipped his fingers in a bowl of cream and then slowly pressed them into his own ass, one by one. He writhed and moaned, rocking against his own fingers. Then, he withdrew them, and beckoned, his fingers still glistening with cream.
Tezuka crawled towards him and licked the fingers off first, one by one, tasting the cream, and tasting Fuji. Then, he took hold of the tensai’s thighs, and lifted his hips for better access. He wanted all of that cream.
As his tongue swiped slowly over Fuji’s entrance, dipping in just a little…
Sighing, Tezuka turned the water off. This was going nowhere.
He knew he had great sexual stamina, so why couldn’t he get it up after just one wet dream? If it was really about Inui, had the content scarred him so badly that his subconscious wouldn’t allow him to get hard?
Was he going to have to see a psychiatrist about this?
Hopefully his sudden impotency was related to the exhaustion he was feeling. Maybe he really was sick.
He really hoped he was sick.
*
Inui sneezed. He frowned, pausing with his fork sticking out of a sausage.
Was he getting sick? Certainly not. The chances were very low. 10% - 20% at the most.
Shrugging it off, he continued eating his breakfast.
Inui had decided to set his alarm a little earlier this morning as he calculated that he would be sluggish and sore. And he was.
He had asked his mother to drive the practically unconscious Tezuka home at about eleven last night, saying that they had had much important business to discuss regarding tennis and that the poor captain was exhausted from training hard. By twelve, Inui had been rather stiff.
He took a hot shower, and then crawled into bed, abandoning various calculations without even closing down the files on his computer. When he woke, he reached immediately for the pain killers and water glass he’d placed by his bedside table and then re-set his alarm for twenty minutes later when the drugs were sure to have kicked in.
So aside from being a little slow, Inui felt otherwise normal, if a little raw… According to the calculations he’d tossed about in the shower, Inui learned that Tezuka must regularly have superb sexual stamina to withstand so many consecutive orgasms, even with the Roman-tea-c.
Though Inui was wiped out from last night, he couldn’t help but feel jealous of Fuji. The normal rounds those two must experience would surely be amazing.
Oh well, one experiment down. Inui moved on. Next would have to be Kaidoh, and that would be his last test. This time, he would have to get the dosage right, because after the viper, there was no one else close enough to Echizen’s personality to test, and Inui certainly wouldn’t risk trying Tezuka twice.
He began to formulate a plan.
Actually, a conversation with Ychan reminded me of this and I couldn't help but post it. It's an excerpt from a much longer fic, and just one of the many pairings involved - definitely the most cracky. ^.^
Inui/Tezuka
4%
Tezuka received a call from Inui asking him to come over and help compile some fine details of the new training schedule. Though he wanted to know why it couldn’t be done over the phone, Tezuka decided to go anyway. He could do with a walk to stretch his legs after studying at his cramped desk for hours.
He’d go over to Inui’s, then walk back home and crawl into bed with his new book. He’d studied enough for one night. Even Tezuka needed a little relaxation every once in a while.
When he arrived, Inui answered the door and led Tezuka up to his room. He sat Tezuka down on the edge of his bed, and handed the captain a cup of tea, which Tezuka sniffed suspiciously.
“Just Jasmine tea,” Inui told him. “I calculated that you would arrive while my mother’s recent batch was still hot.”
Just to be on the safe side, Tezuka sipped only a little to check the taste. It was indeed very hot, and Tezuka’s taste buds were momentarily blinded by the scalding liquid, but that was how he liked his tea. Trust Inui to know.
It was actually very good tea. Tezuka drank it down much quicker than usual, letting out a little sigh as the cup was emptied.
As Inui began to talk, sitting in front of his computer, Tezuka spied the pot sitting on Inui’s bedside table. Quietly, so as not to disturb the rambling data specialist, he refilled the cup. By the time Inui was done, Tezuka had passed out on the bed, having finished almost the entire pot.
*
Inui, giving the ‘roman-tea-c’ time to kick in, filled Tezuka in on the current regimen of the team, before outlining his new proposal. It took nineteen minutes. Tezuka should have been just feeling the effects at twenty minutes. Turning in his swivel chair to check on Tezuka’s state, he gasped in shock, seeing the captain passed out on his bed.
Tezuka was flushed, and breathing hard even in his sleep. Inui swallowed heavily. He dashed to the tea pot and hefted it. It was almost empty. Tezuka had sneakily been refilling his cup the whole time…
The dosage had been light. Just a tester. Spiked with a small dose of a strong aphrodisiac that would simulate attraction at the lowest level. Rising increments would create interest, then infatuation, then pure, unadulterated lust.
Inui had carefully measured the first cup of tea. He had collected a lot of data on Tezuka, so if it worked, he would be able to tell. However, the rest of the batch was still infusing in the pot, and the amount of aphrodisiac in there would have an elephant humping a rock.
Tezuka moaned softly, and squirmed.
This was not good. Perhaps Inui should call Fuji over… No. No, the tensai would kill him. He would just have to take care of this himself.
Closing his eyes to calm his suddenly bloodless brain, Inui forced himself to think clearly. Large amounts of the aphrodisiac would induce memory loss. Tezuka wouldn’t remember anything in the morning except listening to Inui and drinking some tea.
Good. Inui just had to get the aphrodisiac out of Tezuka’s system now… He glanced down at the captain’s raging erection. It wouldn’t be so unpleasant…
7%
Tezuka moaned himself awake. His body moved by itself, thrusting up into whatever warm thing was curled around him, giving him pleasure.
He was so close… so close. This must be Fuji’s idea of a wakeup call... Mmmm, Fuji.
Tezuka moaned as he came, silently calling his lover’s name in his mind. No way was he giving Fuji the satisfaction of moaning his name after what the tensai had pulled yesterday. No way in… Why was he still rock hard?
Groggily, Tezuka opened his eyes. “...Inui. What the hell?” he mumbled, realizing now that he was no longer impending or enduring orgasm, that Fuji was not the one touching him. Rather, Inui was frowning and licking his hand, muttering to himself.
“Ah, you’re awake, Tezuka,” Inui murmured, stating the obvious.
Trying to function intelligently through the persistent hard on, Tezuka closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Why am I… Why am I still..?” He gestured to his crotch, blushing.
Not only was he in Inui’s bed, but he was naked before the data specialist, covered in unsavory fluid, and he’d never been so hard in his life. Add to that the fact that Inui had just jerked him off, and Tezuka was a very frustrating mix of angry, embarrassed, and very, very horny.
“As for what I am doing, I should think that would be obvious. You are in desperate need of release, and as Fuji would have my head if I alerted him to the problem, I am taking care of that for you. As to why… You drank a vast quantity of Roman-tea-c. It contains a strong aphrodisiac that, had you simply stuck to the one cup, would have confirmed my theories, and completed my testing of the substance. Drinking almost the entire tea pot, however, has rendered you unconscious for fifteen minutes and you have now experienced three orgasms: The first with no aid, the second at the barest touch of my hand, and the third you are aware of.”
“Inui,” Tezuka panted. “I’m going to throw you off the team. Then, I’m going to kill you.”
“All in due time… captain,” Inui replied, adjusting his glasses.
An involuntary moan slipped past Tezuka’s lips. What the hell was wrong with him? The way Inui called him ‘captain’ sent a thrill of eagerness right to his erect cock.
He threw his head back onto the pillow, arching his back in frustration. Damn it! He needed to get off, now!
“Put your damned mouth to good use,” he hissed, even as he reached for himself.
Inui diverted his hand and bent over him. “Yes, captain,” the data specialist breathed, before taking Tezuka’s erection between his lips.
The heat was almost unbearable, the pleasure entirely painful… Burying his fingers in spiky blue hair, Tezuka began to fuck Inui’s mouth.
He came in four thrusts.
*
[Several orgasms later…]
Inui had known the effects would be drastic, but who would have thought Tezuka would act like this, even when drowned in aphrodisiac? Thoroughly glad he was the only one who would remember any of this, Inui decided to let go and enjoy himself. It was good data, and he would never ever have another chance. Unless he slipped Tezuka some Roma-tea-c when… No. Bad Sadaharu.
The Roman-tea-c was for Echizen.
As Tezuka let go, unable to fight the unquenchable lust, Inui steered him in the most profitable direction. He had subtly prepared himself during the earlier, less coherent stages of Tezuka’s intoxication, just incase.
Honestly, he had been hoping it would come to this.
Nothing worked. Nothing gave Tezuka the satisfaction he so desired. Not hands, not skin, not lips, tongues, or teeth.
The drug had to be milked from Tezuka’s system, and in order for either of them to get any sleep before morning practice – and sleep was essential, or else Tezuka might not forget before excommunicating Inui from the tennis team – then Tezuka was going to have to come a lot more.
Ah, what Inui sacrificed for the sake of science. Or, rather, for the sake of scientifically seducing a certain, surly little someone.
As Tezuka came once more - this time from the combined stimulation of Inui’s hand on his cock and dexterous tongue licking his ass – Inui licked his erection clean, and coated the appendage in saliva. He crawled over the captain, pressing back against the hardness now nestled between his ass cheeks.
He was very hard himself. Attending to Tezuka all this time had him leaking pre-cum with only the barest physical stimulation. Though he would have preferred to be the one ‘on top’, this course was the best for removing the aphrodisiac from Tezuka’s body.
Tezuka looked extremely sexy, laying there panting and biting his lip. His glasses had been abandoned earlier, and his hair was all tousled. His muscles rippled every so often with slight contractions. He arched as Inui took hold of his still rigid erection and held it to his own entrance.
The data specialist closed his eyes and threw back his head as he slowly sat, taking Tezuka’s weeping cock inside himself. With one hand, he held Tezuka’s erection steady. With the other, he both braced himself and reminded the captain to wait patiently.
Tezuka let out several quick pants, held his breath for a few seconds, and then repeated the pattern. He was close, again.
Inui paused, his strong legs holding him in place as he gently rocked back and forth. Best to let Tezuka come when he needed, and then continue.
As Tezuka moaned and thrust just a little, releasing himself yet again, Inui flicked his thumb over the head of his own cock. Just watching Tezuka orgasm again and again was the experience of a lifetime. He would never, ever forget this night.
Tezuka’s release added more lubrication, and he hardened quickly again as he now slid more easily into Inui. Leaning forward a little so he didn’t squish Tezuka’s currently highly sensitive balls, Inui rested finally on the captain’s hips.
He licked his lips and pushed up his glasses. He was panting slightly, himself.
Briefly, he wondered what it would be like to have sex with Tezuka under normal circumstances, but the chances of that happening actually fell into negative percentages, so he quickly killed the thought. Just this chance was more than he could ever have hoped for.
Bracing both hands on Tezuka’s chest, Inui began to ride him. He isolated his hips so that his motions didn’t force too much weight onto Tezuka’s chest and cause bruising. Fuji would certainly then know that something was up.
The pleasure was exquisite. Tezuka's fit, beautiful body, rippled beneath Inui and his perfect, hard cock filled the data specialist completely, rubbing persistently against his prostate.
While Inui rode him, Tezuka came three times, taking several seconds longer to harden completely each time. The fourth time, Inui couldn’t stand it anymore, and he sat back and curled one hand around his own cock, stroking quickly as he clenched around the length in his ass. He trembled violently as he came, having held in the orgasm for longer than he thought possible.
Finally, he collapsed over Tezuka, sweating and panting, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough to negate the dosage of Roman-tea-c. It was going to be a long night.
8%
When Tezuka woke up safe and warm in his own bed, he felt out of place. For some reason, he expected to wake up somewhere else.
He also felt a little hungover. He was probably just dehydrated, but he simply couldn’t be damned to get up, go all the way downstairs, and get a glass of water.
Hell, he couldn’t manage to open his eyes again, let alone ‘move’.
Why was he so exhausted?
Suddenly, Tezuka frowned. Hadn’t he gone to Inui’s last night? Yes, he remembered sitting there and listening to Inui drone on… and drinking that delicious tea. Maybe he should visit Inui more often. The tea was very good.
But he didn’t remember coming home. Had the tea put him to sleep? Did Inui’s mother drive him home? Did Tezuka’s mother pick him up?
Why didn’t he remember?
As he tried desperately to figure that out – for no reason other than he didn’t know something and that simple fact bothered him – he came up with some very strange images. Well, not really images.
Tezuka was remembering his dream from last night, but he couldn’t really piece it together, it was more of a feeling, really. A very erotic feeling. But for some reason, it didn’t ‘feel’ like Fuji.
How strange. All of Tezuka’s erotic dreams revolved around Fuji. But this one… Maybe if Tezuka really had fallen asleep listening to Inui talk, then the data specialist had invaded his dreams.
Ew. Tezuka did not want to have wet dreams concerning Inui.
But… If Tezuka really had slept so solidly from that point on, then why did he feel so exhausted?
Suddenly, Tezuka realized that his alarm had been going off beside him for about five minutes. The chirping began to invade his brain, and somehow sent motion through his limbs. He reached out and slammed his hand down on the button to shut the damn thing up.
He had to get up.
Tezuka always set his alarm for the latest possible time, because he never slept in. Once it was time to get up, he was awake, and ready, and he didn’t linger.
For some reason, he still couldn’t get himself to move. Was he sick?
Didn’t matter. He had to get to practice. The team needed him.
Besides, if he didn’t show up, then Fuji would have a free shot at Echizen while he wasn’t around, and that wasn’t acceptable.
Finally, Tezuka forced himself up in one jerk. Sitting up, staring blearily around, he noticed two things. One, his clothes were strewn on the floor, and he always folded everything and put it away before bed. Two, his boxer shorts were inexplicably squishy.
Somehow, Tezuka worked through the exhaustion, his body waking up bit by bit as he moved. He made it to the shower, and washed away the evidence of the wet dream he did not want to remember.
Thinking of Fuji, he started to stroke himself as he did every morning.
Fuji had this way of inviting him that was very sexy. The tensai would sit on the edge of his bed, leaning back on his hands, his legs spread at the perfect angle, and a slight, tempting tilt to his hips. He always seemed to be wearing the one thing that would perfectly frame his erection at certain angles, too, even if it was just his school uniform…
Something was wrong… Why wasn’t Tezuka getting hard?
Okay, something a little more graphic, then.
Fuji dipped his fingers in a bowl of cream and then slowly pressed them into his own ass, one by one. He writhed and moaned, rocking against his own fingers. Then, he withdrew them, and beckoned, his fingers still glistening with cream.
Tezuka crawled towards him and licked the fingers off first, one by one, tasting the cream, and tasting Fuji. Then, he took hold of the tensai’s thighs, and lifted his hips for better access. He wanted all of that cream.
As his tongue swiped slowly over Fuji’s entrance, dipping in just a little…
Sighing, Tezuka turned the water off. This was going nowhere.
He knew he had great sexual stamina, so why couldn’t he get it up after just one wet dream? If it was really about Inui, had the content scarred him so badly that his subconscious wouldn’t allow him to get hard?
Was he going to have to see a psychiatrist about this?
Hopefully his sudden impotency was related to the exhaustion he was feeling. Maybe he really was sick.
He really hoped he was sick.
*
Inui sneezed. He frowned, pausing with his fork sticking out of a sausage.
Was he getting sick? Certainly not. The chances were very low. 10% - 20% at the most.
Shrugging it off, he continued eating his breakfast.
Inui had decided to set his alarm a little earlier this morning as he calculated that he would be sluggish and sore. And he was.
He had asked his mother to drive the practically unconscious Tezuka home at about eleven last night, saying that they had had much important business to discuss regarding tennis and that the poor captain was exhausted from training hard. By twelve, Inui had been rather stiff.
He took a hot shower, and then crawled into bed, abandoning various calculations without even closing down the files on his computer. When he woke, he reached immediately for the pain killers and water glass he’d placed by his bedside table and then re-set his alarm for twenty minutes later when the drugs were sure to have kicked in.
So aside from being a little slow, Inui felt otherwise normal, if a little raw… According to the calculations he’d tossed about in the shower, Inui learned that Tezuka must regularly have superb sexual stamina to withstand so many consecutive orgasms, even with the Roman-tea-c.
Though Inui was wiped out from last night, he couldn’t help but feel jealous of Fuji. The normal rounds those two must experience would surely be amazing.
Oh well, one experiment down. Inui moved on. Next would have to be Kaidoh, and that would be his last test. This time, he would have to get the dosage right, because after the viper, there was no one else close enough to Echizen’s personality to test, and Inui certainly wouldn’t risk trying Tezuka twice.
He began to formulate a plan.
