Wild Card - SHOUTA inside! Beware!

[krystalepyon]

This fic could probably use some shaping (needs some basic editing done, too, but I'm too tired right now). It's a bit choppy - not as smooth as I'd thought. I think my narrator voice was a bit off to begin with and that will take a bit of work and time to correct, but I still love it as it is. ^.^ Settles as it goes... Anyway, as far as can find, it's the only fic of its sort, so I'm quite proud of it. This is MY Tezuka! Crack-free (who needs Tezuka for crack when you have Nan-ji?) and full of confused teenaged emotions that he aspires never to show. ^.^

Read on, if you dare...

Author: Krystal_Epyon
Email: [e-mail]
Title: Wild Card
Warnings: Yaoi, SHOTA [pedo], lemon, angst [there's always angst].
Pairings: Nanjiroh/Tezuka.
There's also some Fuji/Ryouma, and hints of both of them and Tezuka.

Notes: This is a pairing I have never come across - though I'm sure it exists - and one that I take a guilty pleasure in finding highly intriguing. It has so many possibilities, and it's about time someone explored them.

Wild Card

When Nanjiroh agreed to take over for the old lady, not even he believed he could have gotten into so much trouble. After all, it was just to coach a bunch of middle school kids in tennis.

He didn’t count on the wild card that was Tezuka Kunimitsu.

*

Tezuka, Kunimitsu was an average fourteen year old boy. He happened to be incredibly attractive [according to the swoons and sighs as he passed by], and very smart [so much so that his teachers lived in mortal fear of being corrected and often deferred to him when they were in a bind]. Oh, and he was a nationally ranked tennis player and captain of one of Japan’s most prestigious middle school tennis teams.

But other than that, he was a normal boy.

As most boys his age, he was aware of the romantic dramas surrounding him. In fact, in the case of Tezuka’s teammates, he would have to be blind, deaf, and mentally disabled to miss it. However, unlike most boys, he didn’t get involved. He wasn’t interested.

Normal enough, right?

Not according to Fuji, Syusuke. But the sex obsessed tensai was hardly one to be an example of ‘normal’.

“Tezuka, when your lagging hormones finally kick in, I’m first in line, alright?” Fuji had said once – sporting that deceptive smile.

“Is that what you said to Echizen?” Tezuka had replied, very calmly, and with the appropriate touch of amusement.

Fuji chuckled. “Oh, despite what you may think, he has no problems with hormones.”

Looking back, Tezuka realized that he shouldn’t have been surprised. At least, not after meeting Nanjiroh.

In fact, a lot of things changed when he met Echizen, Nanjiroh. That was the day that Tezuka actually became a teenaged boy.

*

“Alright, children, gather round!”

“What are you doing here, stupid old man?” Echizen snapped at the man who had just wandered onto their courts attired as a monk – someone who Tezuka recognized.

He wondered what Echizen, Nanjiroh was doing, charging onto the courts as if he owned the place. Of course, he was once a top pro, and probably had the right to charge onto whatever court he liked, but this was Seigaku property, and Tezuka had to keep up a sharp image.

“That’s no way to talk to your old man, boy. Especially one who’s doing you such a big favor,” Nanjiroh scolded his son.

“Excuse me,” Tezuka began.

“Ah, Captain-chan! The old lady said you’d be in charge when I got here…”

“You mean Sumire-chan?” Fuji cut in before Tezuka could respond, earning a glare from the captain.

“Sumire-chan…. Sumire-chan…” Nanjiroh appeared to be trying to place the name… “Ah, doesn’t ring a bell. The old hag that runs this club. Tough as nails, not too pretty… has a cute granddaughter-” His mouth was suddenly occupied by a familiar cap.

“Ryuzaki-sensei. Get on with it!” Ryouma growled. “What are you doing here?”

Nanjiroh ended the comical choking routine and removed the cap, suddenly turning mildly serious. “Right. Ryuzaki. Anyway, I’m here as your temporary coach as a favor to that crazy, old-”

“You’re substituting for Ryuzaki-sensei?” Tezuka asked in shock.

In barely a second, he experienced excitement at being coached by a former pro, anticipation at having the chance to play such a man, apprehension concerning the unstable Echizen father/son relationship, and satisfaction that he knew what this man was really capable of, unlike his teammates who were staring open mouthed in shock at the apparently lecherous monk.

“I am, captain-chan. And you had all better be prepared to work hard,” Nanjiroh answered with a nod.

Tezuka held his eyes for a moment, still processing the recent wave of emotions. Then, he nodded. “In that case, welcome.”

“You can’t be serious-”

“Echizen!” Tezuka snapped, gaining the first year’s attention instantly. “While I understand that the situation might be awkward for you, you will have to accept and deal with it. Ryuzaki-sensei knows what she is doing, and if this is what she has decided on during her absence, then you will endure obediently, along with the rest of us.”

“Take that, boy!” Nanjiroh cried - his former, jovial self once more.

Tezuka resisted the urge to rub his temples. Just what was Ryuzaki-sensei thinking?

*

A week later, Nanjiroh sat on a bench, over-seeing two matches between friends and rivals. In his hands he held a ‘Doubles for Beginners’ book that he had snatched out of his son’s bag as cover for a dirty magazine. He pretended to be watching the matches, whilst pretending to read the book - and thus the magazine – whilst actually watching the matches he was supposedly shirking off in the first place.

Not that he hadn’t exploited many opportunities to indulge in his magazines away from the watchful eye of Rinko over the last week, but these matches were important. The magazine covered by the book was just to annoy his son, killing two birds with one stone, though he was actually paying close attention to what was happening on the courts.

He would probably only be coaching these kids for three more weeks, but they’d quickly proven themselves to be made of strong character and talent, and he figured he might as well leave his mark on them in the time that they were his. It was the least he could do for that old woman, after all.

Besides, he couldn’t get enough of seeing Ryouma scowl as the team praised his methods and the leaps they’d made towards improvement in only one week. Oh, and then there was the way the captain would never fail to make his son run laps due to a commotion he himself had caused.

It was just too much fun.

Speaking of the captain… Now there was a character.

Tezuka was doubtlessly gifted, and very serious about his rank and his duty, not to mention his game. He loved tennis, and he strived to lead and guide his team as best as he could – which was quite well indeed.

For a kid, he’d earned a lot of respect from not only his team, but from teachers and parents as well. Never once had Nanjiroh seen him behave in a manner befitting a fourteen year old boy. Tezuka was, to all intents and purposes, a fine adult stuck in a teenager’s body.

While Nanjiroh had originally been thrilled at the chance to observe and bully his son, his attention had drifted mostly towards the young captain since that first day. He was just fascinated by Tezuka’s dedication and responsibility.

That, and the boy’s game-play. His was one of the matches being played.

Nanjiroh did a double take.

Or not.

While he’d been reflecting, the match had ended, leaving Vice Captain, Oishi beaten by his superior. While hardly a surprise, it was fascinating to see how Tezuka handled it.

He shook Oishi’s hand and told his second in command just how far he’d been pushed, giving encouragement whilst not leaving any false hope that he could have actually been beaten.

Tough kid, that Tezuka.

Nanjiroh was so busy studying Tezuka that he only actually realized the captain was approaching him when the boy bowed politely in greeting.

“Ah~ Captain-chan! Nice game!” Nanjiroh cried, grinning as he lifted a hand to rub his head, consequently ‘accidentally’ dropping the dirty magazine hidden within the Doubles For Beginners book.

Tezuka glanced coldly down at it, then proceeded to ignore the event and sit sedately beside Nanjiroh. It was quite disappointing, really. Ryouma would have made a nice fuss, but there was just no goading Tezuka…

“Thank you, but Oishi’s Moon Volley pressed me hard in the fourth game,” Tezuka said quietly, his eyes firmly focused on the Kikumaru-Momoshiro match.

“Liiiiaar!” Nanjiroh accused, grinning. “He didn’t even use it in that game.”

Tezuka actually glanced at him with an expression of surprise. “So you were watching!” the captain exclaimed, with an oddly breathy tone in his voice.

“Of course,” Nanjiroh replied indignantly. “What else would I be doing? Reading dirty magazines?” Nice. That ‘almost’ managed a twitch, although Tezuka did seem a little unnaturally put out for some other reason.

After staring at him for a few more seconds, Tezuka turned back to the second match, his composure regained. “They’re both playing well, but Momoshiro needs to relax a little.”

*

For once in his life, Tezuka felt self conscious. For once in his life, he was aware of being watched. For once in his life, he wanted to be watched.

It began to annoy him and fray at his nerves that for all he wanted Nanjiroh to pay attention to his game, the ex-pro was sitting there pretending to read a book for beginners that no-one would be fooled by in a million years. Instead of watching Tezuka play, he was more interested in staring at pretty girls in swimsuits.

As a result of his irritation, Tezuka went a little harder on Oishi than he had intended. He felt bad when the match ended and he had hardly given Oishi a chance to fight back and evolve. It wasn’t really a game worthy of him as captain.

Thankfully, Oishi didn’t seem to mind. He was as cheerful as usual, and took the defeat gracefully, allowing Tezuka’s mind to wander back to the annoying man on the coach’s bench.

Before he really thought about it, Tezuka walked over to Nanjiroh-sensei and bowed a polite greeting. They had agreed to call him by his given name rather than the Echizen surname, as that could get a little confusing with the two of them around. Still, Tezuka had a hard time even thinking of addressing the former pro so casually. Or maybe not:

“Ah~ Captain-chan! Nice game!” Nanjiroh-sensei cried in surprise – though what he had to be surprised about, Tezuka had no idea. The coach had been staring directly at him as he approached. Nanjiroh then proceeded with typical antics, ‘dropping’ his book and magazine, probably hoping to get a rise out of Tezuka.

No such luck. Tezuka was prepared. He tightly shuttered his irritation with the man and sat down on the bench. As he did so, an idea formed that was just a touch insolent…

“Thank you, but Oishi’s Moon Volley pressed me hard in the fourth game,” he bluffed, expecting to catch Nanjiroh out with the lie.

“Liiiiaar!” Nanjiroh replied, startling Tezuka. “He didn’t even use it in that game.”

Not only had Nanjiroh been paying attention, but he remembered the course of the match precisely and so readily… Tezuka hadn’t been expecting that, and his surprise showed.

“So you were watching!” he breathed, wondering at the twinge of pride, or was it happiness, that sparked within him.

“Of course,” Nanjiroh-sensei answered. “What else would I be doing? Reading dirty magazines?”

Tezuka ‘almost’ rose to that bait and pointed out that he had been doing exactly that, but then he realized two things. 1) Even if Nanjiroh HAD been reading dirty magazines, he’d somehow managed to follow the match, so he had probably only used the magazines as a tool to annoy his son and had indeed been watching the match. 2) Tezuka snapping at him was probably exactly what that immature, overgrown child wanted, so the best retort Tezuka could supply was to ignore the bait altogether.

His gut swimming with an odd mixture of pleasure, pride, and irritation, Tezuka turned away from Nanjiroh-sensei to focus on Kikumaru and Momo. He nudged the conversation back in the right direction. Meanwhile, he waited for the coach’s answer to either verify or correct his suspicions. After all, Nanjiroh was very knowledgeable for all that he loved to goof around. Tezuka could learn a lot. “They’re both playing well, but Momoshiro needs to relax a little.” The statement had, of course, nothing to do with showing off his own knowledge and experience. That wasn’t Tezuka’s style…

*

As another week passed, more and more, it was becoming Nanjiroh's ultimate goal to throw Tezuka off balance. A smirk, a laugh, screaming and yelling... He just wanted an emotional reaction out of the stoic and proper captain.

Aside from that, every so often he had to curb the desire to treat Tezuka as an adult or peer - more so than any adult he knew. Tezuka was not an adult. He was fourteen... That was easy to forget.

So, when Tezuka asked if he could go home with Nanjiroh after practice, and play a game, Nanjiroh accidentally forgot that he probably shouldn’t interact with club members outside of club time. Well, with the exception of Ryouma, of course.

Consequently, he gave into his curiosity, and agreed to play Tezuka in private. He did so want to know this boy’s limits, and it might even be a good opportunity to find out a little more about the player as well as the game.

*

Tezuka truly admired Nanjiroh-sensei. He found it endearing that such a supremely talented player was never full of himself, or blown away by his own skill. Unlike those who couldn’t tell just ‘how’ good Nanjiroh was, Tezuka wasn’t fooled by the childish, immature pretense.

And yet, he still found it difficult to remember that this man was not only old enough to be his father, but actually was the father of one of his teammates. This was a problem.

Tezuka was not prone to crushes. Nor was he in any way immoral.

So, when he found himself lusting after the temporary coach, Tezuka began to worry. He knew what he saw in Echizen, Nanjiroh. What he didn’t know was why he couldn’t control and crush the offending hormones. He’d never had trouble with that previously.

As such, he failed to keep his mouth shut in time to avoid a potentially dangerous situation. He practically invited himself over to the Echizen household. Theoretically, it was to play tennis, but what Tezuka knew was really at the heart of his actions was the opportunity to get a little closer to Nanjiroh-sensei. It was a silly notion, and one that never should have come to light, but once Nanjiroh agreed to play him, it was too late.

*

Ryouma was running a little late. Fuji had grabbed him in the locker room while everyone else was showering, dragging him into the bathroom and kissing him thoroughly. Not that Ryouma was complaining, but he was nervous with his father around, and if they were caught… Anyway, he was running late thanks to Fuji’s virility, so by the time he finally made it to the car, he was surprised to see Tezuka there with his father.

“Captain-chan is coming over for dinner tonight,” Nanjiroh explained. Of course, he couldn’t omit the obligatory: “He asked for some dating tips, and I couldn’t refuse, so-”

Blushing – which was definitely something new – Tezuka cut Nanjiroh off. “Nanjiroh-sensei agreed to play a game with me. I hope you don’t mind.”

Ryouma shrugged. “Why should I mind? Anything that’ll get this perverted old man out of my hair for a little longer is fine with me.”

On the contrary, Ryouma actually felt a tug of excitement, though he refused to admit it. Though he was involved with Fuji, he was unable to pretend complete apathy when it came to his captain. In fact, his feelings for Tezuka went beyond what he felt for Fuji. That relationship was a matter of convenience considering that both he and the tensai had their eyes on the same, unattainable person.

That said, Ryouma knew that Tezuka coming to his house meant absolutely nothing, but at the very least… No. He didn’t mind.

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*

After enjoying a very good homemade dinner – Tezuka’s mother was a terrible cook – the captain followed Nanjiroh-sensei up to the tennis court set up in the temple. It was very crude, and felt unnatural up in the place of serenity and spiritualism, but it suited their purposes well enough.

All thoughts of attraction aside, Tezuka was thoroughly excited to have the chance to play someone like Nanjiroh-sensei. It was an opportunity to test himself, closely observe a top former pro, and to further his game against an undoubtedly challenging opponent.

That was, if he could just concentrate for long enough.

The game started off well enough. Nanjiroh was testing him – something Tezuka considered a compliment. He figured the former pro had no need to seek out the extent of most of his opponents' skill. That he was doing so with Tezuka meant that he recognized the captain as a possible threat.

In turn, Tezuka kept his eyes wide open, focusing with one hundred and twenty percent on his opponent, and waiting for traps or tricks to be sprung. It was only a matter of time before Nanjiroh went on the attack.

That said, Tezuka decided to go on the offensive, first, subtly setting up the Tezuka Zone in the hopes that Nanjiroh would be caught in a trap of Tezuka’s before the ex pro was able to spring his own. Yet, the Tezuka Zone was well established before he caught any hint of an offensive. In fact, the rally that was initiated became so rhythmic that Tezuka’s concentration drifted. He found his eyes leaving the ball and drifting to Nanjiroh’s form, the way his body moved…

And that was when he noticed that Nanjiroh had not moved a step, himself.

In his shock, Tezuka miss-hit the ball, sending it flying to Nanjiroh with a prime opportunity which was duly accepted and slammed across the court, past Tezuka’s stunned face.

How could he have missed a point like that? Never before in his life had Tezuka screwed up because he was too busy checking out his opponent to concentrate on the game. Never before had he failed to notice something so obvious as that his own technique was being applied against him.

*

It was a rare thing to see uncertainty in Tezuka, Kunimitsu’s eyes. And yet, there it was, plain as day.

Nanjiroh’s breath hitched. There was something innately tempting about that.

“Something wrong? Te-zu-ka-chan?” he teased, trying to quiet the interested hum of his libido.

Tezuka stared at him for a second longer, then shook his head. He seemed to come out of a daze as he moved to the serving position.

Seemingly recovering, Tezuka hit a big first serve that would have been an Ace on any other player. Nanjiroh caught it, even managing to return it decently enough.

The ball went into play.

Now that Captain-chan knew his Tezuka Zone was sealed, there was only the Zero Shiki Drop Shot to look out for in the way of special shots. However, Tezuka was a formidable player under any circumstance. All of his shots were well played and well placed.

They were drawn into a long rally. It was one of the most complicated, technical pieces of tennis Nanjiroh had ever played. They both knew where the ball would go, and how the opponent would return it. They both predicted the path of the ball right up until they ended up closing in to the net.

Nanjiroh caught Tezuka’s Zero Shiki. Tezuka returned Nanjiroh’s drop volley. The rally continued with the most intense net play Nanjiroh had ever experienced. The law of averages suggested that the ball had to be hit badly or spin out of control sooner or later.

What Nanjiroh didn’t expect, was for Tezuka to make a drastic unforced error.

The ball went sailing over Nanjiroh’s head and way off the court. He followed its course, then turned back to Tezuka and raised his eyebrows.

The captain was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed, and the shine of adrenaline in his eyes… accompanied by that peculiar uncertainty.

“Sensei…”

Nanjiroh intended to sound cheerful and playful, but instead his voice came out a little huskier than he’d planned. The way Tezuka called him that sent shivers down his spine.

The best he could hope for was a nonchalant. “Mhmm?”

Tezuka stared at him for a moment, and then turned away. “Never mind.”

“Tezuka!” Nanjiroh called, before he could stop himself. The boy stopped and turned back to him, and Nanjiroh was over the net in a second. “There’s no point in playing on. Your mind’s not in it.”

“I can play just fine.”

Nanjiroh grabbed his arm, stopping him from turning away again. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that.”

Tezuka made a sound of irritation, stared him straight in the eyes, and said… nothing.

Nanjiroh knew why he did it, he just couldn’t believe he actually did. All he knew was that he couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried – which he didn’t.

Staring into Tezuka’s deep brown eyes, Nanjiroh slowly leaned down to kiss the teenager. Tezuka wasn’t much shorter than him, and he certainly didn’t have the pipsqueak body that Ryouma did. When their lips touched, and Nanjiroh’s hand slid around into that shaggy brown hair… it really felt like he was kissing a man.

To all intents and purposes, he was.

*

Tezuka was terrified. Of all the people he could fall for… Why did it have to be Nanjiroh-sensei? Why Ryouma’s father? Why any man old enough to be a father? Why his current coach?

Logically, it made no sense, but there was no logic in Tezuka’s awakening hormones and emotions. Logic went out the window when Nanjiroh’s lips pressed gently against his, and his heart instantly began to beat faster.

He almost felt the shift in atmosphere as Nanjiroh began to pull away, but Tezuka didn’t want that. At that moment, he refused to let Nanjiroh go – because he might not ever have the courage to follow it up later. He told himself he could always stop this in its tracks, but there might never come another chance to start it.

He slid his hands up Nanjiroh’s arms and pulled the man closer, his lips parting. He was going by instinct, as he’d only ever experienced one kiss before – and that was just to prove to Fuji that he knew what a kiss was. Sneaky tensai. Of course, judging by Fuji’s reaction, he hadn’t done too badly. If he could make the tensai’s eyes cloud with lust, then maybe he could at least loosen up Nanjiroh-sensei…

What the fuck was he thinking? Even as his tongue slid into the older man’s mouth, doubts began to creep in. He knew he had to stop it. He knew that. And yet, he was still encouraging further, tilting his head back and pressing his body against Nanjiroh’s…

With a moan of want and regret, Tezuka finally pulled away.

Nanjiroh stared at him, slowly lifting one hand to wipe the wetness from his lips. They were both breathing hard, neither knowing what to say to the other.

All Tezuka wanted was to resume that kiss. Either that, or to relieve the sudden throbbing in his lower regions. Somehow, he’d gotten very hard in recent moments.

But he just continued to stare at Nanjiroh-sensei, making no move either way. He knew what he should do, and, adversely, he knew what he wanted, but for some reason he could do neither.

Suddenly, Nanjiroh smiled, and reached out to touch Tezuka’s cheek, cupping it in his hand as the captain flinched involuntarily.

“I’m sorry,” Nanjiroh whispered. “That was irresponsible of me.”

Despite himself, Tezuka snorted. “You’ve hardly shown a very responsible nature. I’m the one who should have known better.”

Well, it was true. Screw their ages, Tezuka was by far the more mature.

Nanjiroh laughed, and Tezuka actually found himself smiling, but the tension didn’t dissipate much – mostly due to the erections they both sported that didn’t seem to be going away.

Suddenly, the coach looked at him very seriously. “Despite what I want everyone to see – and what my son believes – I’m not half as perverted as I appear to be… and yet, I can’t stop thinking about you in ways that make it all true.”

Even as he flinched at the mention of Ryouma, Tezuka wanted so badly to just say that he didn’t care. He almost didn’t, but a part of him was acutely aware that it wasn’t his brain talking.

He was lost for words, and every moment he stared into Nanjiroh’s eyes with that warm hand on his cheek only made things worse. Why wasn’t he moving away?

Damn it. What could he say to that, anyway?

“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered. “What I want, I shouldn’t.”

“And what is it you want?” Nanjiroh breathed, his lips seeming closer, and inexplicably sexier.

That question getting under his skin, Tezuka reacted in actions rather than words. He kissed Nanjiroh again, closing the gap between their lips by leaning up just a little.

Later, he could hardly believe it, but at the time, he actually stopped arguing with himself, relaxing and enjoying the sensation. After all, if his strong will had been defeated by lust in tennis, then he had no chance left in the game of morality and rules.

He almost expected that second kiss to be the end of it, as incredible and addictive as it was, but somehow, he’d achieved what he most wanted. Somehow, in the course of the evening, and maybe even the past weeks, a bond had been formed between he and Nanjiroh that wouldn’t allow either of them to walk away.

*

Right next door to his home, behind the platform of a temple bell, Echizen, Nanjiroh completely lost his mind. He began undressing a boy less than half his age.

Granted, Tezuka was less of a child than he was himself, but that didn’t change the fact that it was wrong. And yet, THAT didn’t stop him.

He kissed Tezuka hard, his fingers winding into shaggy dark hair, his knee slipping between strong, athletic thighs… And Tezuka kissed him back. Tezuka arched into his touch. Tezuka moaned so very softly into his mouth.

Nanjiroh couldn’t have appealed to his conscience even if he had wanted to. He was lost.

*

Tezuka had never before felt so human. Suddenly he was the teenaged boy he was supposed to be. How ironic under the circumstances.

His arms slid around Nanjiroh’s body, and he tilted his face aside as his glasses caught on the man’s nose. He was fully hard, and his heart was racing at a million miles an hour – far faster than it ever had playing tennis.

Nanjiroh’s lips felt so at home against his, and their tongues slid together perfectly. It was hard to believe there were a million reasons they shouldn’t be doing this. It was hard to believe anything at all except that he wanted Nanjiroh very badly at that moment. He wanted Nanjiroh in a way that he had never felt before. The way that Fuji wanted Tezuka to feel for him.

But this wasn’t about Fuji. This was about Tezuka waking up to the world about him and to his own feelings, his own wants and needs.

This was about Tezuka drowning that studious, conscientious little voice inside of him that always got in the way.

This was about lust, and like, and maybe even a little love.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Nanjiroh whispered, brushing the hair back from Tezuka’s forehead as he broke the kiss. “We shouldn’t…”

“I know,” Tezuka agreed, staring into dark, worried eyes. “But let’s not stop.”

“Tezuka…”

“I know. Believe me, I know, but I don’t want to stop.” Straightening up, Tezuka hooked his arms around Nanjiroh’s neck and ground his erection into the older man’s. “Not now,” he whispered. “I want you.”

*

Nanjiroh groaned, perhaps belatedly, in reaction to the friction of Tezuka’s rock solid bulge pressing against his own, though he was almost willing to bet that the sound left his lips in pure appreciation of Tezuka’s words. The strong, silent Seigaku captain wanted him. Tezuka, of all people, wanted him. And he wanted Tezuka badly.

“Tezuka,” he breathed, calling upon every last ounce of self control he had carefully conserved through years of lack of restraint. “I’m not good at holding back. I want to take this too far, so before I can do that, I suggest you walk away and we pretend this never happened…”

“How far is too far?” Tezuka asked, his voice sounding almost teasing, almost… seductive.

Nanjiroh didn’t know how much more he could take. He had to make Tezuka understand. Growling, he pushed the teen up against the cold stone. “I want,” he began, his voice raw with both desire and restraint. “I want to undress you, and take your undoubtedly virgin body, and make you scream in pleasure more than you’ve ever talked in your life.”

Just saying the words made Nanjiroh hot all over, even in the cool night air, and he couldn’t help grinding his hips against Tezuka’s as he spoke. Yet, the captain just stared him in the eyes, not struggling at all, and said:

“I want that, too.”

At a loss, Nanjiroh stared stupidly for a moment. He’d tried. He really had tried, and here Tezuka was blatantly encouraging him… What more could he do? Just how much was expected of him?

Before he even tried to answer that question, a growl of tension slipped past his lips, and the next thing he knew, he was kissing Tezuka aggressively, his fingers already working the boy's shorts down. He knew it was wrong. He never forgot it for a second - well, maybe one or two - but he couldn’t stop his hands from trembling with their excitement, or his lips which were swollen from kissing, or his tongue, drunk with the taste of Tezuka’s skin.

He fell to his knees, sucking on two fingers before taking Tezuka’s young, but well developed erection into his mouth. The boy’s moan spurred him on further, and he rubbed his fingers against Tezuka’s entrance, delighted by the shiver he received in reaction.

*

Tezuka was one hundred percent speechless. Aside from the initial moan as Nanjiroh swallowed his cock, he couldn’t make a sound. He trembled and focused on remembering to breathe as his suddenly hyper-sensitive body reacted to the slightest touch to his ring.

Then, he felt one finger begin to enter him, and leaned heavily against the bell podium, burying a hand in Nanjiroh’s hair. He expected it to hurt, and it did, but it also felt… Well, it felt good. It was strange, but in a good way. Maybe with someone else he would have struggled, and maybe it would have felt awkward or uncomfortable, but with Nanjiroh-sensei, he found himself wanting more.

He probably could have come as the second finger pressed inside, but he restrained himself, trembling and gasping. They’d come this far. He wanted to finish it.

Nanjiroh sucked and licked his erection, and trails of saliva dripped down over his balls, cooling on his hot skin in the night air. He felt weak knee’d and found himself clutching his coach’s head harder in an effort to stay upright rather than anything else. The fingers inside of him felt no less strange than when they had entered, but his enjoyment of the sensation grew with every shift and touch. Thankfully, Nanjiroh wasn’t paying as vivid attention to his arousal as he had been to begin with. Rather, he suckled and nibbled at the head, keeping a constant sense of pleasure without overloading Tezuka and causing him to come to soon.

“Sensei,” he finally whispered, wanting to be closer still, wanting to feel more of Nanjiroh on and inside of him.

*

The soft whisper sent a spark of pure lust directly to his groin, and Nanjiroh paused with his tongue circling the head of Tezuka’s cock. He slowly drew back, looking up at the teenager. He couldn’t make out Tezuka’s eyes due to the moon’s light reflected in the boy’s glasses, but he could recognize the wanton expression, and he thought he could just see a bright flush staining Tezuka’s cheeks.

Still staring up at that beautiful face, he tugged the boy’s shorts down a little further, grabbed and tilted Tezuka’s hips, and stretched his tongue out to flick over the sensitive, stretched rosebud. He pushed his tongue inside, almost drooling as Tezuka moaned, throwing his head back against the stone wall.

Tezuka was most certainly ready.

*

Tezuka was no longer thinking clearly. In fact, he was hardly thinking at all. He automatically tightened his grip as Nanjiroh lifted him, pinning him against the wall and pulling Tezuka’s legs around his waist.

His shorts were still wrapped around his legs and he had to bend them a little for the angle to work, but he didn’t want to waste time in taking the damned clothing off. He just wanted Nanjiroh inside of him before he somehow changed his mind.

Even so, a moment of terror came over him as he felt the older man’s cock at his entrance. After all, he was a virgin. He’d imagined that he would excel in tennis, marry a sweet girl, have a child, or two, and live a content life. Okay, so replace the girl with a guy, and the children maybe with dogs. That could be okay, too. But this… This was a far cry.

This was secret meetings, guilt, unrequited love, and probably some tears along the way – that, assuming there would ever be more than just this one… tryst. But Tezuka wanted more. He suddenly knew without a doubt that he wanted it to happen again and again. He wanted to learn more about Nanjiroh. He wanted to know this man’s body and mind.

As he opened his eyes, he belatedly realized that Nanjiroh was, surprisingly patiently, waiting for him. He squeezed his legs even tighter, and bent his neck forward to kiss the man once in permission.

While their lips were connected, Nanjiroh entered him, as gently as possible considering their position. It hurt. That was inevitable. But it wasn’t unbearable. Tezuka had felt worse, much worse – like when his arm was broken. This was nothing compared to that, and back then, he hadn't had the bonus of sweaty skin rubbing against his erection and distracting him from the pain.

*

Nanjiroh was going to burn for this. If the Christians were right, and there was indeed a hell, this would be his sealing ticket.

Frankly, he didn’t care.

Tezuka was the most gorgeous, exquisite, talented, and enticing person Nanjiroh had ever met. He loved his wife, but nothing, nothing could stop him from giving in to this boy. The fact that Tezuka was moaning in pleasure certainly did nothing to discourage him.

As he slid into Tezuka’s body, he felt hot and cold at the same time. It was an incredible sensation.

Nanjiroh had slept with a man or two in his time, but despite his lecherous front, Rinko was the only woman he’d ever been with, the only woman he ever wanted to be with. As such, she was the only person he’d slept with in a very, very long time. Until now.

Being inside of Tezuka was like being caressed by a sponge cake volcano. He was hot, tight, and he felt incredible. His quiet moans almost drove Nanjiroh into a frenzy. His expression, glasses askew, was enough to force Nanjiroh to pause and appreciate the view, lest he end it all too quickly.

And pause he did, pinning Tezuka flush against the stone, his whole body stiff as he fought against the sudden weakness in his knees. He could feel Tezuka’s breath on his skin, and the boy’s soft hair caressed his cheek. Both of them were breathing hard, sweating and trembling despite the cool breeze. Nanjiroh was buried as far as he could go in Tezuka’s adolescent ass.

“Sensei,” Tezuka whispered, the title sending a shiver of pleasure directly to Nanjiroh’s cock. “No matter what happens, I will never regret this. Don’t stop.”

Nanjiroh briefly considered a reply, but even if he could manage to speak, he could think of nothing to say. Instead, he granted Tezuka’s wish, his fingers creeping up over the edge of the podium, giving him a handhold as he began thrusting into the boy, his hips driving Tezuka against the cold stone. The boy’s arms were tightly wound around his neck, both steadying and holding Tezuka up as he was pounded into ecstasy.

Nanjiroh couldn’t help himself. His teeth closed over Tezuka’s neck – not hard, just possessively, enough to stop him from crying out and alerting the neighborhood that he was fucking a teenager.

Soon, after the initial frenzy of sheathing himself inside such an incredible body, Nanjiroh grew slightly more accustomed to the sensation, and was able to slow down some. He began kissing Tezuka’s neck, sucking on the boy’s ear, and occasionally he brushed gasping, slightly swollen lips with his own.

In reality, only a matter of minutes passed, but it felt like a lifetime.

*

One arm draped over Nanjiroh’s neck, the other braced against the wall, Tezuka’s breath hitched repeatedly at the zenith of the rhythm. The sounds of their sweat soaked bodies sounded loud in his ears, and Nanjiroh’s breathing was almost hypnotic. The sensation of Nanjiroh inside of him made him feel almost feverish, and the brief slap of his cock against both of their skin drove him wild.

He had no idea how he held on for as long as he did. It was almost as if the ritual over-rode the pleasure. He was so busy enjoying the process that the result nearly went by unnoticed, but that couldn’t last for long. His orgasm built up and released, taking him by surprise, and caused him to cry out despite his efforts not to, arching and trembling as he came.

End of Chapter One.

KE: Sponge cake volcano?

Ilese: I'd like to see you come up with something better.

KE: ...That's that point. You see, you're the muse. It's your job to give me good material.

Ilese: No... It's my job to spam you with dirty imagery. It's *your* job to write it.

Erm, sorry about that. Just, uh, clarifying something with my less... stable muse.

Anywho! I assume you were able to stomach this story, having read this far. That said, I am extremely proud of it so far. It's different from my usual material, even the more taboo stuff. I tend to try and make everyone feel as comfortable as possible with difficult content [rape, incest, shota, etc...]. This time, however, I've tried to add in a touch of discomfort. I don't want either Nanjiroh or Tezuka to become a 'bad guy' but I don't want it to seem 'natural', either, which is what I usually aim for. This is a pairing I've had in mind for quite some time, and I've worked on this chapter of Wild Card for about four or five months now, and finally finished it for posting. So, please review. I really want to know if it's come across as I intended.

[Lovux The Great]

Really, really good. You did very well, as usual, not only with the hot sex but also feelings and emotions. This is more than just a random PWP, it's a true story! Or... I mean, it's more than meet the eye, aside from mansex.

Awesome.

However, I wouldn't -really- consider this shota, since Tezuka looks and act the way he does. To me, shota is adult x child (think Mori x Honey from Ouran High School Host Club), not an adult x adult in a teenager's body. The only way I would classify this as shota is by the pure technical stuff, such as the ages.

[krystalepyon]

lol Sadly most people DO classify by technical stuff and age, so even if I totally agree with you, I have to give the warning, anyway.

^.^ Glad you enjoyed it. I'm working on the second chapter... Slowly. >.<