![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rkoldI'm in a good mood cause my house is relatively clean! Maybe not clean to a normal person, but to a cleaning impaired person (like me) it's quite clean and I would no longer be embarrassed if someone were to knock on my door and visit. The upstairs *cough*guest bedroom/doujinshi room*cough* is still a little messy, but it's so much cleaner than when ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sumeragiskank was here. I also put up and rotated posters in my computer room so I finally have my new 2004 calendars up. Wheeeee!
I'm finally making a dent on my emails and I made my first animated LJ icon. Now, if I could just spend some time doodling...Life would be brillant. ^_^
Anyway, I keep dickering with my fic, but I still can't get it to come out exactly the way I would like so I think I will share it as is. It's about 9 pages and behind a lj cut for those people who don't want to read it. Many thanks tosumeragiskank, muscatlove, and kosquarepelli. I'm probably going to eventually cross-post it to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yaoicest
Title: Forbidden Fruit
Author: Me! ^o^
Pairing: Fujicest
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Yuuta accepts his brother's invitation to visit home in this Fujicest™ 3rd person, mostly Yuuta POV taking place after the St. Rudolph's arc of Prince of Tennis. If Fujicest™ squicks you, don’t read this. There is also a tiny bit of one-sided Mizuki x Yuuta.
Fuji Yuuta sat apart from the other players, staring out the window of the bus. He knew he would soon have to exit if he was going to go home for dinner, but had not yet completely made up his mind. A part of him wanted to see his family, even his older brother, yet Yuuta couldn't face the prospect that this would give his brother a complete victory, again. Irritated, he closed his eyes to try and ignore everyone else on the bus. In his heart, he already knew what his decision had to be.
Elsewhere on the bus, Mizuki Hajime was twirling a strand of hair between his fingers and planning St. Rudolph’s next strategy. While St. Rudolph’s had been routed by Seigaku in Singles, Mizuki still had plans for St. Rudolph’s to successfully gain the open seat for the Kanto Regional Tournament. Mizuki was lecturing Yanagisawa on some new possible doubles formations, when his address was interrupted by the sound of a bell chiming someone’s request for a stop. Mizuki searched in irritation, to see who had rung the bell, and was surprised to see Yuuta sliding from his perch.
“Yuuta-kun, where do you think you’re going?” drawled Mizuki at the younger boy’s back.
Yuuta turned around and grimaced.
“Mizuki-san, my family has planned a special dinner for me.”
Mizuki’s eyes narrowed.
“Really, Yuuta-kun, are you sure you want to eat dinner with your brother?” he reproved airily. “I think your time would better be spent with me, practicing.”
Mizuki glanced at Yuuta possessively, but Yuuta seemed completely unaware of any subtext to the conversation.
Knowing his first obligation was to his family, Yuuta bowed to Mizuki and headed towards the front of the bus and the exit.
The other players watched the power struggle between their domineering manager and the usually obedient Yuuta in silence. Hesitantly, the bus moved out of the traffic to Yuuta's stop.
“I’ll try to come back early Mizuki-san,” Yuuta promised as a peace settlement, hoping this would erase the scornful look on Mizuki-san's face. Not waiting to see if his plan was effective, Yuuta escaped from the bus.
Now that the decision had been made, Yuuta walked down the narrow street towards his home peeved at what he knew would prove to be an uncomfortable evening. Despite knowing his team was playing Seigaku, Yuuta had not expected an invitation for dinner and had homework waiting for him back in his dorm room. His brother's sudden appeal seemed designed to force Yuuta to return home and he resented this. Though secretly, he had to confess, it was flattering to think that Okaa-san and Onee-san had made his favorites. Pre-occupied with his thoughts, Yuuta failed to notice that someone was calling his name and had started walking beside him. It wasn’t until he nearly tripped on a curb, and a hand firmly grasped his shoulder to steady him, that Yuuta realized he wasn’t alone. Quickly, he shook the hand off and turned towards his companion, a scowl on his face that only became stronger when he saw who was standing next to him.
“You need to be more careful, Yuuta,” replied his brother cheerfully.
Rather than appeasing the younger Fuji, this seemed to only grate more on his already frayed nerves. He glanced at his older brother and noticed that he was still in his uniform and was carrying his tennis duffel. Yuuta opened his mouth to say something but Fuji cut him off before he could speak.
“I was waiting at the bus stop for you, Yuuta. I knew you’d come.”
The simple declaration elicited a grunt from Yuuta and a wary glance. Afraid he had made the wrong decision, Yuuta quickened his pace. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his brother, it was just that the constant comparisons Yuuta felt the world was making between them hurt his fragile sense of pride. When Yuuta had started Junior High School, their relationship had become strained and Yuuta had begun to feel uncomfortable just being alone with his brother. Unable to completely rationalize his unease, the tension had increased until Yuuta made the decision to transfer. And now they were walking home together, something they hadn't done in months. Unsure of his emotions, Yuuta remained silent.
Fuji didn’t say anything else and merely smiled as he walked besides his brother.
They arrived at the house and Fuji open the front door, they both toed off their shoes and Fuji blithely announced his arrival.
“Did Yuuta-kun agree to come, Syuusuke-kun?” Yumiko called as she walked from the kitchen to the entranceway. “You asked us to make his favor-“
Yuuta glared angrily at his brother and nearly left the house. Suddenly, he felt like he was caught in a trap and the innocent smile on his brother’s face hardly did anything to dismiss that feeling.
Yumiko studied the expressions on both her brother's faces. It was obvious she had just complicated their detentes. Trying to make amends, she smiled cheerfully at Yuuta.
“As soon as Syuusuke-kun mentioned your teams were playing, we decided to make your favorites, Yuuta-kun,” confided Yumiko. “ ‘Kaa-san was just saying how she missed having her children surround her at the table, and this seemed a perfect opportunity.”
The features on Yuuta’s face relaxed and he allowed himself to be led into the living room. After having lived in a dorm for the past several months, the whole house seemed more spacious. He sat down on the couch running his fingers over the cotton twill. When he looked up, he was surprised to see his brother carefully pouring him a cup of tea. As the youngest, it should have been his role to serve it, and Yuuta was unsure if he found Fuji usurping this job a positive or negative. Mumbling a gruff thank you, he put the cup to his lips and began sipping the soothing beverage.
“‘It works out perfectly that I have an appointment close to your school tomorrow morning, Yuuta-kun,” trilled Yumiko. “'Kaa-san even washed your favorite sheets, she's so pleased that you're...”
Yumiko stopped in mid-sentence as Yuuta nearly spit his tea across the coffee table. She turned to look at her other brother who was still smiling despite the infuriated look on Yuuta’s face.
“Yuuta-kun, didn’t Syuusuke-kun tell you we wanted you to stay overnight when he called you this morning?”
Yuuta glowered at his brother.
“No,” he answered curtly.
“We have that extra uniform here that needed to be dry cleaned,” soothed Yumiko, “And I'm sure Syuusuke-kun has a pair of pajamas you can borrow. Though they'll be too short for you, you've grown so tall, Yuuta-kun.”
Her attempts at appeasement failed to arrest Yuuta's ire. Deciding a retreat was the best cause of action, she excused herself to fold some laundry, leaving her brothers to continue their dispute alone.
“Aniki! Why didn’t you tell me this morning about any of this!”
“Would you be here now?” Fuji asked in an even tone.
“That’s not the point!” shouted Yuuta sullenly. “You should have told me! I have homework. Just because you don't put any effort into your classes, doesn't mean I'm like you.”
“Saaaa, Yuuta, you're always at least two days ahead on your schoolwork.”
“Aniki, you still should have told me this when you called! If you're not going to share actual important information with me, I don't see why you need to call me every morning, you know I hate it,” grumbled Yuuta.
“To wake you up,” teased Fuji. “You’ve never been good at waking up in the morning, and I can’t let my cute younger brother oversleep.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t sleep so late, if you didn’t call me every night.”
“I need to make sure you're adjusting to dorm-life; as your older brother, you are my responsibility,” Fuji answered sweetly.
“I've been living in the dorms for more than 6 months! What, do you need to hear my voice before you can fall asleep?”
Before his brother could make his usual clever retort, which, no doubt, would once again give him the upper hand, Yumiko appeared carrying plates for dinner. Without responding, Fuji stood up and walked to the table to help her. Trying to calm himself, Yuuta moved to help his older siblings.
“Please sit down, Yuuta, you're our guest of honor tonight,” reminded his older brother, his usual smile on his lips.
Unable to argue the issue, Yuuta sat back down. Moments later, his mother came to greet him, the scents from the kitchen following her. Fuji Yoshiko was extremely pleased at the return of her youngest child, and chided Yuuta gently for not having visited often since his transfer. Listening to his mother talk about how proud she was of his recent geometry award, Yuuta felt a little sheepish for having been so concerned about this evening.
With great flourish, his mother led him to the table. Dinner conversation seemed to revolve around Yuuta's accomplishments at St. Rudolph's. Glowing from the praise of his family, Yuuta also felt slightly disconcerted by all the attention being lavished on him. He began to wonder if his interpretations of his family's past behavior were, in fact, slightly biased. That perhaps, the comparisons he felt they were always making between him and his older brother were just a figment of his imagination. The thought gave him pause, as he refused the second slice of raspberry pie Yumiko offered to him.
“But Yuuta! You've gotten so thin!” admonished Yoshiko.
“Yuuta looks very attractive 'Kaa-san,” replied Fuji, his eyes open, as he stared across the table at his brother.
Yuuta blushed at his brother's compliment and direct gaze. It seemed a weird thing for his brother to say, but then his brother had always made those sort of weird comments in regards to him. When he'd been living at home, it had become almost normal, but after spending so much time away, he'd forgotten about that habit of his brother.
After dinner, Yumiko had excused herself, as she had a date to go out dancing, and his mother had drifted onto the couch to watch TV. Yuuta hadn't paid close attention to where his brother had wandered off to, and sought the privacy of his old bedroom. Most of his possessions had moved with him to St. Rudolph's and those that hadn't, were packed in neatly labeled boxes in his closet. A dark blue t-shirt and a pair of blue and gray striped shorts were neatly folded on the crisply made bed next to two large towels. Deciding it had been some time since he had been able to truly enjoy a bath, Yuuta moved to his former bookshelves, to see if he could find something to read while he was in the bath. Most of the books now occupying the space were romance novels belonging to his sister or mother. He spotted a few of his brother's classical Japanese books, but they weren't terribly appealing either. Pursing his lips, he continued to scan the books, until he found a random comic book, its cover neatly enclosed in plastic wrapping. While he was no longer following this particular series, it was definitely the best of the selection available. Grabbing the book, his towels and the change of clothes, he headed to the bathroom.
The bathroom in the Fuji household was quite traditional, and Yuuta placed his possessions on the tiled floor next to the large sunken tub. Removing the cover from the bathtub, he filled it nearly to the top. After all the time he had spent in the dorms, Yuuta was not going to skimp on this luxury. Since he doubted anyone else would want to take a bath that evening, he decided to forgo the customary shower before entering the bath. Yuuta lowered himself into the welcoming water, before reaching for his book, and allowing himself to completely ignore the rest of the world.
Yuuta was unsure how long he had spent reading in the tub, but the water was now barely warm. Slightly chagrined at his decadence, Yuuta drained the tub, dried himself and changed into the pajamas he'd found on his bed. Leaving his towels in the hamper of the dressing room, Yuuta started back towards his bedroom. The house was now mostly dark, and the TV was silent, signaling that Okaa-san had gone to bed. Distantly, Yuuta could hear one of his brother's records playing quietly. Compelled by reasons unknown to him, Yuuta followed the sounds until he found himself standing in the doorway to his brother's bedroom.
“Bach again?”
Fuji turned from the large book on his lap and smiled at his brother's intrusion.
“Yes, the Goldberg Variations, I recently won this recording from someone on eBay.”
Yuuta nodded and turned to leave.
“I'm happy you're home, Yuuta.”
Unsure of how to respond, Yuuta glanced back at his brother, who was still sitting on his bed, watching Yuuta closely. Much to his annoyance, Yuuta felt slightly uneasy, and not having a rational reason for this emotion only made the feeling more frustrating.
“What are you looking at, Aniki?”
“I'll show you, Yuuta.” Fuji patted the place next to him.
Discounting any anxiety he felt, Yuuta sat down beside his brother, who set the book on both of their laps. It was a photo album, one of the many that lined Fuji's bookshelves.
“Do you mind if I...”
“No, Yuuta,” answered Fuji, who seemed no longer interested in the album, but was instead continuing his intent study of Yuuta.
Slowly, Yuuta began to leaf through the pages. The album began with pictures from this past New Year's celebration. There were several of him in his hakama frowning, and then several more pictures of him with his siblings. Each picture neatly labeled and each picture focused on Yuuta. Many of the pictures Yuuta couldn't even remember his brother taking. He paused for a moment on one particularly embarrassing shot where he was licking whipped cream from the mixer blades.
“I like taking pictures of you, Yuuta”
Yuuta nodded and swallowed. Turning his attention back to the album, he tried to avoid thinking about why his brother had taken so many photographs of him. He wasn't sure why it made him feel so jittery, or why he was beginning to wonder about his decision to join his brother on the bed. With a bit of alarm, Yuuta realized that his brother was between him and any chance of flight. Startled from his thoughts, Yuuta gave a small jump when he felt a light touch on the back of his hand.
“You have such pretty hands, Yuuta.”
Fuji traced a delicate pattern on his brother's hand, as his other arm encircled Yuuta's waist, pulling his younger brother nearer.
Staring pointedly at the album, a light blush on his cheeks, Yuuta tried to ignore the feeling of his brother's body pressed close. Both boys had changed for bed, and he could feel his brother's skin, warm and smooth, where their legs met. His brother's hand drew fantastical designs on his own, while the hand at his waist kept him from easily bolting. He turned another page in the album, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach and to maintain the fiction that there was nothing suspicious about his brother's current behavior.
“I'm happy you're home, Yuuta,” murmured his brother, his lips almost touching Yuuta's ear.
Looking up from the album, Yuuta faced his brother. Fuji leaned forward, while Yuuta just stared like an animal caught in a car's headlight. The touch of his brother's lips on his own was light at first, and when Yuuta made no attempt to escape, Fuji increased the pressure of the kiss slightly. Gently, he began to nibble at Yuuta's lips and was pleased when Yuuta parted them. Yuuta felt a hint of uncertainty as his brother's tongue entered his mouth, but didn’t pull away. Hungrily, Fuji began to explore Yuuta's mouth and worked to coax Yuuta's tongue from its lethargy.
With a loud clatter, the album fell from Yuuta's lap onto the floor, causing Yuuta to break the kiss.
“Don't worry about the album, Yuuta,” soothed Fuji. “Let me shut off the light.” Fuji paused for a moment. “You might want to shut your eyes next time, Yuuta,” he added as if it were an afterthought.
Yuuta's blush deepened, but he didn't move from his place on the bed, as his brother shifted away to search for the switch.
“Anou... Aniki... Your record...” questioned Yuuta in a breathless rush.
“Thank you for reminding me, Yuuta.”
Fuji climbed off the bed, and walked over to the record player and removed the needle, carefully he placed the record back into its sleeve.
With the sounds of Bach no longer blocking it, Yuuta could hear the low hum of Fuji's air conditioner. Silently, Yuuta wondered why he hadn't taken the available opportunity to leave his brother's room.
After fumbling with the switch, Fuji advanced on his younger brother. Nervously, Yuuta shut his eyes as he waited for his brother's touch. Fuji kissed his brother's jawline softly, starting a trail of kisses across Yuuta's face. A quiet moan escaped from Yuuta as he felt one of his brother's fingers trace the shape of his mouth. Fuji replaced the finger with his lips and cupped Yuuta's cheek with his hand, tilting Yuuta's face slightly to allow himself greater access to Yuuta's mouth. Fuji slowly pressed his tongue inside, where he continued his efforts to coax Yuuta's tongue to twine with his. Yuuta hesitantly started to respond to his brother's urgings and grasped at Fuji's shoulders, as he found himself being lowered onto the bed. Their legs tangled together mirroring the passionate movements of their tongues. One of Fuji's hands slipped eagerly beneath Yuuta's t-shirt and began to skim across his belly and chest. Yuuta could feel his brother's erection through the thin fabric of their pajamas pressed hard against his hip.
Fuji broke the kiss and smiled at his brother breathing hard beneath him. His hand found Yuuta's nipple and began to circle it, while he used one of his legs to nudge Yuuta's apart.
“Aniiiiiiki...” moaned Yuuta helplessly.
Supporting himself lightly on one hand, Fuji began to press their hips together, while he continued to play with Yuuta's nipple. The fabric of Yuuta's pajamas teasingly grazed his growing erection, causing Yuuta to mewl softly in ecstasy. Fuji smirked at his brother's attempts to muffle his cries. Further aroused by his brother's displays of pleasure, Fuji leaned over Yuuta and hungrily kissed him, seeking entrance to Yuuta's mouth, which was gladly given. Needing more leverage, Fuji's hand abandoned Yuuta's nipple to firmly hold Yuuta's waist beneath his t-shirt. Fuji fought to control his desire, as he felt Yuuta's hand shyly move to grasp his back, as if urging him on. Unable to resist temptation any longer, Fuji's hips began to thrust harder against Yuuta's, while their tongues moved ardently against one another. Unconsciously, Yuuta arched his body, as he felt his brother's erection rubbing against his own through the flimsy material, intoxicated by sensory overload. It was with a sense of unexpected shock that Yuuta realized he had come. Several seconds later, Yuuta felt another dampness soaking through his already stained pajamas.
“Shhhhh, it's all right Yuuta,” comforted Fuji, his lips claiming Yuuta's for one more light kiss before climbing off his brother. “Wait for me, I'll get you something to clean up.”
Yuuta nodded his assent and stared into the darkness, still trying to process what had just occurred. He was still groping for an answer when his brother handed him a washcloth and a clean pair of pajamas bottoms.
“Thanks...” whispered Yuuta, unsure of how to respond in this situation.
When Yuuta made no effort to remove his clothing, Fuji began to try and slide Yuuta's soiled pajamas from his body.
“No.... I'll...” answered Yuuta, the darkness hiding the hot blush on his face.
“I'm going to go get a drink of water,” offered Fuji as an excuse to give Yuuta some privacy, concern evident in his voice. “Would you like one, Yuuta?”
Knowing Yuuta wouldn't answer, Fuji left the room shutting the door behind him. Alone, Yuuta finally discarded the semen-soaked pajamas and used the washcloth to clean himself before putting on the dry bottoms his brother had brought him. Yuuta was still trying to decide what to do with the used cloth and bottoms when Fuji returned and took them from him. He placed them somewhere Yuuta couldn't see in the darkness and sat on the bed next to Yuuta.
“I'll take care of it,” soothed Fuji. “Now, let's try to get some sleep.”
Confused, Yuuta found himself sliding between the sheets of his brother's bed. Fuji curled around him, as if trying to prevent Yuuta from leaving his side.
“Thank you, Yuuta,” murmured Fuji as he drifted off to sleep. “I love you...”
Still awake, Yuuta lay protected in his brother's embrace. Closing his eyes, he tried to make sense of the night's events. He was still trying to understand why his older brother had kissed him originally, when exhaustion finally overtook him. It seemed only seconds later that Yuuta was blinking his eyes owlishly, as he felt someone shaking his shoulder and a calm voice speaking to him.
“Yuuta, you need to wake-up, I let you sleep 10 minutes longer than I should have already.”
Scowling, Yuuta sat up and looked around his brother's room in befuddlement.
“You're going to miss breakfast soon Yuuta,” teased Fuji, smiling pleasantly. “And 'Kaa-san got up early just to make muffins for you.”
Climbing out of the bed, Yuuta furrowed his brows in consternation. Memories of kissing his brother crowded his thoughts. They explained why he was sleeping in his brother's bed, but the usual friendly smile on his brother's face, and the fact his brother wasn't kissing him now or even talking about what Yuuta believed transpired the night before left Yuuta doubting his memories. Swiftly, he left his brother's room, Fuji trailing happily behind him, until they reached Yuuta's former bedroom.
Carrying a freshly pressed school uniform, Yoshiko smiled proudly at her two sons, before giving them both pecks on the forehead.
“I was just about to make sure you were awake, Yuuta,” bubbled Yoshiko. “I just finished pressing your spare uniform, you'll have to visit home again soon to return it.” Pouting cutely, Yoshiko hoped her not so subtle hint would inform Yuuta that his family enjoyed his company.
“I'll come home again soon.”
“Is that a promise?” asked Fuji, his eyes alight in expectation.
Grimacing at his brother, Yuuta took the uniform and shut the door to his room. Hastily, he changed, trying to contemplate the day ahead of him, and not think about the day that had passed.
Yumiko and Fuji were sitting at the dinning room table joking about something when Yuuta entered the room. Moments later, Yoshiko walked in, carrying a cup of apple juice which she placed in front of Yuuta's customary seat at the table.
“You don't want orange juice this morning do you, Yuuta?” asked his mother.
“No... apple is good.”
A large, still warm strawberry muffin was sitting on his plate. Yuuta stared at it, nervous to be so close to his brother again.
“It's not going to bite you, Yuuta,” laughed Fuji, his hand lightly squeezing Yuuta's shoulder. “I'll be home from school about 4:00 today. I'm happy you came home, Yuuta. Please, come home again soon, I've missed you.”
Yuuta watched his brother leave with a feeling of trepidation. Had his brother just been flirting with him or had his statements just been those of brotherly consideration? Unable to decide, Yuuta hurried to finish his muffin and return to school, where he hoped he'd be able to pretend that nothing abnormal had happened.
“Yuuta-kun, all you all right?” questioned Yumiko, as she drove her youngest brother back to school. “You're so quiet.”
“I... I have a lot on my mind.”
Yumiko bit her lip and glanced quickly at her brother, before returning her gaze to the road.
“Has Syuusuke-kun done something?”
“No...” Yuuta closed his eyes, hoping to block out the images of his brother leaning forward to kiss him which danced before his eyes, taunting him.
“Syuusuke-kun, doesn't always know when he's gone too far,” apologized Yumiko, a note of foreboding in her voice. “But he...” Yumiko paused, searching for the proper words. “He... reminisces about when you lived at home frequently. You're very prec--”
“I know,” answered Yuuta tightly, not allowing his sister to say more. He didn't want to think about his brother at all right now. “I miss him too.”
Sensing that trying to talk to Yuuta about his relationship with Syuusuke was only making things worse, Yumiko dropped the subject.
With the specter of his brother raised, Yuuta found himself preoccupied with visions and remembrances of his brother's touch on his body instead of being able to concentrate on classes as he had hoped before arriving at school. Haunted by these recollections, the day passed slowly as Yuuta tried to determine their veracity. Were they some sort of perverted illusion, or an even more perverted reality? Yuuta was unsure which was preferable.
By the time Yuuta headed to tennis practice at the end of the day, he still hadn't reached a conclusion. He entered the clubhouse and was startled to discover his teammates gathered on the couches around a lamp Yuuta had never seen before. Its sickly light was the room's only illumination, giving everyone's face a ghostly luminescence. Mizuki-san was occupying the single wingback chair in the room, demanding everyone's attention.
“Yuuta-kun! You're late,” declared Mizuki imperiously. “We've already started without you.” He frowned at the younger boy, still angry that Yuuta hadn't been available when he'd stopped by late the previous evening.
Yuuta apologized distractedly and sat down on the couch closest to the door.
“Truth or dare, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki asked Yuuta chuckling evilly.
“Ehhhhh...”
“It's some American game Mizuki read about on the web-dane,” supplied Yanagisawa for Yuuta's edification.
“To promote team togetherness,” smirked Mizuki as he framed his face with his fingers and stared directly at Yuuta. “So, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” answered Yuuta, his thoughts still on his brother and his need to know the truth.
The other boys in the room smirked to themselves.
“Is there someone you have a crush on Yuuta-kun?”
“Yes...” answered Yuuta, troubled by the scenes that kept playing in his head and forgetting he was not alone.
“Who is it?” asked Nomura.
“I uhhh...” Turning a brilliant crimson, Yuuta realized where he was and looked to Mizuki-san for guidance. “This game is stupid! Shouldn't we be actually practicing if we want to go to Kanto?!”
Yuuta slammed the door as he left the clubhouse.
Mizuki giggled to himself as he thought about how cute it was that Yuuta apparently had a crush on him.
sumeragiskank was here. I also put up and rotated posters in my computer room so I finally have my new 2004 calendars up. Wheeeee!I'm finally making a dent on my emails and I made my first animated LJ icon. Now, if I could just spend some time doodling...Life would be brillant. ^_^
Anyway, I keep dickering with my fic, but I still can't get it to come out exactly the way I would like so I think I will share it as is. It's about 9 pages and behind a lj cut for those people who don't want to read it. Many thanks to
sumeragiskank, muscatlove, and kosquarepelli. I'm probably going to eventually cross-post it to yaoicestTitle: Forbidden Fruit
Author: Me! ^o^
Pairing: Fujicest
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Yuuta accepts his brother's invitation to visit home in this Fujicest™ 3rd person, mostly Yuuta POV taking place after the St. Rudolph's arc of Prince of Tennis. If Fujicest™ squicks you, don’t read this. There is also a tiny bit of one-sided Mizuki x Yuuta.
Fuji Yuuta sat apart from the other players, staring out the window of the bus. He knew he would soon have to exit if he was going to go home for dinner, but had not yet completely made up his mind. A part of him wanted to see his family, even his older brother, yet Yuuta couldn't face the prospect that this would give his brother a complete victory, again. Irritated, he closed his eyes to try and ignore everyone else on the bus. In his heart, he already knew what his decision had to be.
Elsewhere on the bus, Mizuki Hajime was twirling a strand of hair between his fingers and planning St. Rudolph’s next strategy. While St. Rudolph’s had been routed by Seigaku in Singles, Mizuki still had plans for St. Rudolph’s to successfully gain the open seat for the Kanto Regional Tournament. Mizuki was lecturing Yanagisawa on some new possible doubles formations, when his address was interrupted by the sound of a bell chiming someone’s request for a stop. Mizuki searched in irritation, to see who had rung the bell, and was surprised to see Yuuta sliding from his perch.
“Yuuta-kun, where do you think you’re going?” drawled Mizuki at the younger boy’s back.
Yuuta turned around and grimaced.
“Mizuki-san, my family has planned a special dinner for me.”
Mizuki’s eyes narrowed.
“Really, Yuuta-kun, are you sure you want to eat dinner with your brother?” he reproved airily. “I think your time would better be spent with me, practicing.”
Mizuki glanced at Yuuta possessively, but Yuuta seemed completely unaware of any subtext to the conversation.
Knowing his first obligation was to his family, Yuuta bowed to Mizuki and headed towards the front of the bus and the exit.
The other players watched the power struggle between their domineering manager and the usually obedient Yuuta in silence. Hesitantly, the bus moved out of the traffic to Yuuta's stop.
“I’ll try to come back early Mizuki-san,” Yuuta promised as a peace settlement, hoping this would erase the scornful look on Mizuki-san's face. Not waiting to see if his plan was effective, Yuuta escaped from the bus.
Now that the decision had been made, Yuuta walked down the narrow street towards his home peeved at what he knew would prove to be an uncomfortable evening. Despite knowing his team was playing Seigaku, Yuuta had not expected an invitation for dinner and had homework waiting for him back in his dorm room. His brother's sudden appeal seemed designed to force Yuuta to return home and he resented this. Though secretly, he had to confess, it was flattering to think that Okaa-san and Onee-san had made his favorites. Pre-occupied with his thoughts, Yuuta failed to notice that someone was calling his name and had started walking beside him. It wasn’t until he nearly tripped on a curb, and a hand firmly grasped his shoulder to steady him, that Yuuta realized he wasn’t alone. Quickly, he shook the hand off and turned towards his companion, a scowl on his face that only became stronger when he saw who was standing next to him.
“You need to be more careful, Yuuta,” replied his brother cheerfully.
Rather than appeasing the younger Fuji, this seemed to only grate more on his already frayed nerves. He glanced at his older brother and noticed that he was still in his uniform and was carrying his tennis duffel. Yuuta opened his mouth to say something but Fuji cut him off before he could speak.
“I was waiting at the bus stop for you, Yuuta. I knew you’d come.”
The simple declaration elicited a grunt from Yuuta and a wary glance. Afraid he had made the wrong decision, Yuuta quickened his pace. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his brother, it was just that the constant comparisons Yuuta felt the world was making between them hurt his fragile sense of pride. When Yuuta had started Junior High School, their relationship had become strained and Yuuta had begun to feel uncomfortable just being alone with his brother. Unable to completely rationalize his unease, the tension had increased until Yuuta made the decision to transfer. And now they were walking home together, something they hadn't done in months. Unsure of his emotions, Yuuta remained silent.
Fuji didn’t say anything else and merely smiled as he walked besides his brother.
They arrived at the house and Fuji open the front door, they both toed off their shoes and Fuji blithely announced his arrival.
“Did Yuuta-kun agree to come, Syuusuke-kun?” Yumiko called as she walked from the kitchen to the entranceway. “You asked us to make his favor-“
Yuuta glared angrily at his brother and nearly left the house. Suddenly, he felt like he was caught in a trap and the innocent smile on his brother’s face hardly did anything to dismiss that feeling.
Yumiko studied the expressions on both her brother's faces. It was obvious she had just complicated their detentes. Trying to make amends, she smiled cheerfully at Yuuta.
“As soon as Syuusuke-kun mentioned your teams were playing, we decided to make your favorites, Yuuta-kun,” confided Yumiko. “ ‘Kaa-san was just saying how she missed having her children surround her at the table, and this seemed a perfect opportunity.”
The features on Yuuta’s face relaxed and he allowed himself to be led into the living room. After having lived in a dorm for the past several months, the whole house seemed more spacious. He sat down on the couch running his fingers over the cotton twill. When he looked up, he was surprised to see his brother carefully pouring him a cup of tea. As the youngest, it should have been his role to serve it, and Yuuta was unsure if he found Fuji usurping this job a positive or negative. Mumbling a gruff thank you, he put the cup to his lips and began sipping the soothing beverage.
“‘It works out perfectly that I have an appointment close to your school tomorrow morning, Yuuta-kun,” trilled Yumiko. “'Kaa-san even washed your favorite sheets, she's so pleased that you're...”
Yumiko stopped in mid-sentence as Yuuta nearly spit his tea across the coffee table. She turned to look at her other brother who was still smiling despite the infuriated look on Yuuta’s face.
“Yuuta-kun, didn’t Syuusuke-kun tell you we wanted you to stay overnight when he called you this morning?”
Yuuta glowered at his brother.
“No,” he answered curtly.
“We have that extra uniform here that needed to be dry cleaned,” soothed Yumiko, “And I'm sure Syuusuke-kun has a pair of pajamas you can borrow. Though they'll be too short for you, you've grown so tall, Yuuta-kun.”
Her attempts at appeasement failed to arrest Yuuta's ire. Deciding a retreat was the best cause of action, she excused herself to fold some laundry, leaving her brothers to continue their dispute alone.
“Aniki! Why didn’t you tell me this morning about any of this!”
“Would you be here now?” Fuji asked in an even tone.
“That’s not the point!” shouted Yuuta sullenly. “You should have told me! I have homework. Just because you don't put any effort into your classes, doesn't mean I'm like you.”
“Saaaa, Yuuta, you're always at least two days ahead on your schoolwork.”
“Aniki, you still should have told me this when you called! If you're not going to share actual important information with me, I don't see why you need to call me every morning, you know I hate it,” grumbled Yuuta.
“To wake you up,” teased Fuji. “You’ve never been good at waking up in the morning, and I can’t let my cute younger brother oversleep.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t sleep so late, if you didn’t call me every night.”
“I need to make sure you're adjusting to dorm-life; as your older brother, you are my responsibility,” Fuji answered sweetly.
“I've been living in the dorms for more than 6 months! What, do you need to hear my voice before you can fall asleep?”
Before his brother could make his usual clever retort, which, no doubt, would once again give him the upper hand, Yumiko appeared carrying plates for dinner. Without responding, Fuji stood up and walked to the table to help her. Trying to calm himself, Yuuta moved to help his older siblings.
“Please sit down, Yuuta, you're our guest of honor tonight,” reminded his older brother, his usual smile on his lips.
Unable to argue the issue, Yuuta sat back down. Moments later, his mother came to greet him, the scents from the kitchen following her. Fuji Yoshiko was extremely pleased at the return of her youngest child, and chided Yuuta gently for not having visited often since his transfer. Listening to his mother talk about how proud she was of his recent geometry award, Yuuta felt a little sheepish for having been so concerned about this evening.
With great flourish, his mother led him to the table. Dinner conversation seemed to revolve around Yuuta's accomplishments at St. Rudolph's. Glowing from the praise of his family, Yuuta also felt slightly disconcerted by all the attention being lavished on him. He began to wonder if his interpretations of his family's past behavior were, in fact, slightly biased. That perhaps, the comparisons he felt they were always making between him and his older brother were just a figment of his imagination. The thought gave him pause, as he refused the second slice of raspberry pie Yumiko offered to him.
“But Yuuta! You've gotten so thin!” admonished Yoshiko.
“Yuuta looks very attractive 'Kaa-san,” replied Fuji, his eyes open, as he stared across the table at his brother.
Yuuta blushed at his brother's compliment and direct gaze. It seemed a weird thing for his brother to say, but then his brother had always made those sort of weird comments in regards to him. When he'd been living at home, it had become almost normal, but after spending so much time away, he'd forgotten about that habit of his brother.
After dinner, Yumiko had excused herself, as she had a date to go out dancing, and his mother had drifted onto the couch to watch TV. Yuuta hadn't paid close attention to where his brother had wandered off to, and sought the privacy of his old bedroom. Most of his possessions had moved with him to St. Rudolph's and those that hadn't, were packed in neatly labeled boxes in his closet. A dark blue t-shirt and a pair of blue and gray striped shorts were neatly folded on the crisply made bed next to two large towels. Deciding it had been some time since he had been able to truly enjoy a bath, Yuuta moved to his former bookshelves, to see if he could find something to read while he was in the bath. Most of the books now occupying the space were romance novels belonging to his sister or mother. He spotted a few of his brother's classical Japanese books, but they weren't terribly appealing either. Pursing his lips, he continued to scan the books, until he found a random comic book, its cover neatly enclosed in plastic wrapping. While he was no longer following this particular series, it was definitely the best of the selection available. Grabbing the book, his towels and the change of clothes, he headed to the bathroom.
The bathroom in the Fuji household was quite traditional, and Yuuta placed his possessions on the tiled floor next to the large sunken tub. Removing the cover from the bathtub, he filled it nearly to the top. After all the time he had spent in the dorms, Yuuta was not going to skimp on this luxury. Since he doubted anyone else would want to take a bath that evening, he decided to forgo the customary shower before entering the bath. Yuuta lowered himself into the welcoming water, before reaching for his book, and allowing himself to completely ignore the rest of the world.
Yuuta was unsure how long he had spent reading in the tub, but the water was now barely warm. Slightly chagrined at his decadence, Yuuta drained the tub, dried himself and changed into the pajamas he'd found on his bed. Leaving his towels in the hamper of the dressing room, Yuuta started back towards his bedroom. The house was now mostly dark, and the TV was silent, signaling that Okaa-san had gone to bed. Distantly, Yuuta could hear one of his brother's records playing quietly. Compelled by reasons unknown to him, Yuuta followed the sounds until he found himself standing in the doorway to his brother's bedroom.
“Bach again?”
Fuji turned from the large book on his lap and smiled at his brother's intrusion.
“Yes, the Goldberg Variations, I recently won this recording from someone on eBay.”
Yuuta nodded and turned to leave.
“I'm happy you're home, Yuuta.”
Unsure of how to respond, Yuuta glanced back at his brother, who was still sitting on his bed, watching Yuuta closely. Much to his annoyance, Yuuta felt slightly uneasy, and not having a rational reason for this emotion only made the feeling more frustrating.
“What are you looking at, Aniki?”
“I'll show you, Yuuta.” Fuji patted the place next to him.
Discounting any anxiety he felt, Yuuta sat down beside his brother, who set the book on both of their laps. It was a photo album, one of the many that lined Fuji's bookshelves.
“Do you mind if I...”
“No, Yuuta,” answered Fuji, who seemed no longer interested in the album, but was instead continuing his intent study of Yuuta.
Slowly, Yuuta began to leaf through the pages. The album began with pictures from this past New Year's celebration. There were several of him in his hakama frowning, and then several more pictures of him with his siblings. Each picture neatly labeled and each picture focused on Yuuta. Many of the pictures Yuuta couldn't even remember his brother taking. He paused for a moment on one particularly embarrassing shot where he was licking whipped cream from the mixer blades.
“I like taking pictures of you, Yuuta”
Yuuta nodded and swallowed. Turning his attention back to the album, he tried to avoid thinking about why his brother had taken so many photographs of him. He wasn't sure why it made him feel so jittery, or why he was beginning to wonder about his decision to join his brother on the bed. With a bit of alarm, Yuuta realized that his brother was between him and any chance of flight. Startled from his thoughts, Yuuta gave a small jump when he felt a light touch on the back of his hand.
“You have such pretty hands, Yuuta.”
Fuji traced a delicate pattern on his brother's hand, as his other arm encircled Yuuta's waist, pulling his younger brother nearer.
Staring pointedly at the album, a light blush on his cheeks, Yuuta tried to ignore the feeling of his brother's body pressed close. Both boys had changed for bed, and he could feel his brother's skin, warm and smooth, where their legs met. His brother's hand drew fantastical designs on his own, while the hand at his waist kept him from easily bolting. He turned another page in the album, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach and to maintain the fiction that there was nothing suspicious about his brother's current behavior.
“I'm happy you're home, Yuuta,” murmured his brother, his lips almost touching Yuuta's ear.
Looking up from the album, Yuuta faced his brother. Fuji leaned forward, while Yuuta just stared like an animal caught in a car's headlight. The touch of his brother's lips on his own was light at first, and when Yuuta made no attempt to escape, Fuji increased the pressure of the kiss slightly. Gently, he began to nibble at Yuuta's lips and was pleased when Yuuta parted them. Yuuta felt a hint of uncertainty as his brother's tongue entered his mouth, but didn’t pull away. Hungrily, Fuji began to explore Yuuta's mouth and worked to coax Yuuta's tongue from its lethargy.
With a loud clatter, the album fell from Yuuta's lap onto the floor, causing Yuuta to break the kiss.
“Don't worry about the album, Yuuta,” soothed Fuji. “Let me shut off the light.” Fuji paused for a moment. “You might want to shut your eyes next time, Yuuta,” he added as if it were an afterthought.
Yuuta's blush deepened, but he didn't move from his place on the bed, as his brother shifted away to search for the switch.
“Anou... Aniki... Your record...” questioned Yuuta in a breathless rush.
“Thank you for reminding me, Yuuta.”
Fuji climbed off the bed, and walked over to the record player and removed the needle, carefully he placed the record back into its sleeve.
With the sounds of Bach no longer blocking it, Yuuta could hear the low hum of Fuji's air conditioner. Silently, Yuuta wondered why he hadn't taken the available opportunity to leave his brother's room.
After fumbling with the switch, Fuji advanced on his younger brother. Nervously, Yuuta shut his eyes as he waited for his brother's touch. Fuji kissed his brother's jawline softly, starting a trail of kisses across Yuuta's face. A quiet moan escaped from Yuuta as he felt one of his brother's fingers trace the shape of his mouth. Fuji replaced the finger with his lips and cupped Yuuta's cheek with his hand, tilting Yuuta's face slightly to allow himself greater access to Yuuta's mouth. Fuji slowly pressed his tongue inside, where he continued his efforts to coax Yuuta's tongue to twine with his. Yuuta hesitantly started to respond to his brother's urgings and grasped at Fuji's shoulders, as he found himself being lowered onto the bed. Their legs tangled together mirroring the passionate movements of their tongues. One of Fuji's hands slipped eagerly beneath Yuuta's t-shirt and began to skim across his belly and chest. Yuuta could feel his brother's erection through the thin fabric of their pajamas pressed hard against his hip.
Fuji broke the kiss and smiled at his brother breathing hard beneath him. His hand found Yuuta's nipple and began to circle it, while he used one of his legs to nudge Yuuta's apart.
“Aniiiiiiki...” moaned Yuuta helplessly.
Supporting himself lightly on one hand, Fuji began to press their hips together, while he continued to play with Yuuta's nipple. The fabric of Yuuta's pajamas teasingly grazed his growing erection, causing Yuuta to mewl softly in ecstasy. Fuji smirked at his brother's attempts to muffle his cries. Further aroused by his brother's displays of pleasure, Fuji leaned over Yuuta and hungrily kissed him, seeking entrance to Yuuta's mouth, which was gladly given. Needing more leverage, Fuji's hand abandoned Yuuta's nipple to firmly hold Yuuta's waist beneath his t-shirt. Fuji fought to control his desire, as he felt Yuuta's hand shyly move to grasp his back, as if urging him on. Unable to resist temptation any longer, Fuji's hips began to thrust harder against Yuuta's, while their tongues moved ardently against one another. Unconsciously, Yuuta arched his body, as he felt his brother's erection rubbing against his own through the flimsy material, intoxicated by sensory overload. It was with a sense of unexpected shock that Yuuta realized he had come. Several seconds later, Yuuta felt another dampness soaking through his already stained pajamas.
“Shhhhh, it's all right Yuuta,” comforted Fuji, his lips claiming Yuuta's for one more light kiss before climbing off his brother. “Wait for me, I'll get you something to clean up.”
Yuuta nodded his assent and stared into the darkness, still trying to process what had just occurred. He was still groping for an answer when his brother handed him a washcloth and a clean pair of pajamas bottoms.
“Thanks...” whispered Yuuta, unsure of how to respond in this situation.
When Yuuta made no effort to remove his clothing, Fuji began to try and slide Yuuta's soiled pajamas from his body.
“No.... I'll...” answered Yuuta, the darkness hiding the hot blush on his face.
“I'm going to go get a drink of water,” offered Fuji as an excuse to give Yuuta some privacy, concern evident in his voice. “Would you like one, Yuuta?”
Knowing Yuuta wouldn't answer, Fuji left the room shutting the door behind him. Alone, Yuuta finally discarded the semen-soaked pajamas and used the washcloth to clean himself before putting on the dry bottoms his brother had brought him. Yuuta was still trying to decide what to do with the used cloth and bottoms when Fuji returned and took them from him. He placed them somewhere Yuuta couldn't see in the darkness and sat on the bed next to Yuuta.
“I'll take care of it,” soothed Fuji. “Now, let's try to get some sleep.”
Confused, Yuuta found himself sliding between the sheets of his brother's bed. Fuji curled around him, as if trying to prevent Yuuta from leaving his side.
“Thank you, Yuuta,” murmured Fuji as he drifted off to sleep. “I love you...”
Still awake, Yuuta lay protected in his brother's embrace. Closing his eyes, he tried to make sense of the night's events. He was still trying to understand why his older brother had kissed him originally, when exhaustion finally overtook him. It seemed only seconds later that Yuuta was blinking his eyes owlishly, as he felt someone shaking his shoulder and a calm voice speaking to him.
“Yuuta, you need to wake-up, I let you sleep 10 minutes longer than I should have already.”
Scowling, Yuuta sat up and looked around his brother's room in befuddlement.
“You're going to miss breakfast soon Yuuta,” teased Fuji, smiling pleasantly. “And 'Kaa-san got up early just to make muffins for you.”
Climbing out of the bed, Yuuta furrowed his brows in consternation. Memories of kissing his brother crowded his thoughts. They explained why he was sleeping in his brother's bed, but the usual friendly smile on his brother's face, and the fact his brother wasn't kissing him now or even talking about what Yuuta believed transpired the night before left Yuuta doubting his memories. Swiftly, he left his brother's room, Fuji trailing happily behind him, until they reached Yuuta's former bedroom.
Carrying a freshly pressed school uniform, Yoshiko smiled proudly at her two sons, before giving them both pecks on the forehead.
“I was just about to make sure you were awake, Yuuta,” bubbled Yoshiko. “I just finished pressing your spare uniform, you'll have to visit home again soon to return it.” Pouting cutely, Yoshiko hoped her not so subtle hint would inform Yuuta that his family enjoyed his company.
“I'll come home again soon.”
“Is that a promise?” asked Fuji, his eyes alight in expectation.
Grimacing at his brother, Yuuta took the uniform and shut the door to his room. Hastily, he changed, trying to contemplate the day ahead of him, and not think about the day that had passed.
Yumiko and Fuji were sitting at the dinning room table joking about something when Yuuta entered the room. Moments later, Yoshiko walked in, carrying a cup of apple juice which she placed in front of Yuuta's customary seat at the table.
“You don't want orange juice this morning do you, Yuuta?” asked his mother.
“No... apple is good.”
A large, still warm strawberry muffin was sitting on his plate. Yuuta stared at it, nervous to be so close to his brother again.
“It's not going to bite you, Yuuta,” laughed Fuji, his hand lightly squeezing Yuuta's shoulder. “I'll be home from school about 4:00 today. I'm happy you came home, Yuuta. Please, come home again soon, I've missed you.”
Yuuta watched his brother leave with a feeling of trepidation. Had his brother just been flirting with him or had his statements just been those of brotherly consideration? Unable to decide, Yuuta hurried to finish his muffin and return to school, where he hoped he'd be able to pretend that nothing abnormal had happened.
“Yuuta-kun, all you all right?” questioned Yumiko, as she drove her youngest brother back to school. “You're so quiet.”
“I... I have a lot on my mind.”
Yumiko bit her lip and glanced quickly at her brother, before returning her gaze to the road.
“Has Syuusuke-kun done something?”
“No...” Yuuta closed his eyes, hoping to block out the images of his brother leaning forward to kiss him which danced before his eyes, taunting him.
“Syuusuke-kun, doesn't always know when he's gone too far,” apologized Yumiko, a note of foreboding in her voice. “But he...” Yumiko paused, searching for the proper words. “He... reminisces about when you lived at home frequently. You're very prec--”
“I know,” answered Yuuta tightly, not allowing his sister to say more. He didn't want to think about his brother at all right now. “I miss him too.”
Sensing that trying to talk to Yuuta about his relationship with Syuusuke was only making things worse, Yumiko dropped the subject.
With the specter of his brother raised, Yuuta found himself preoccupied with visions and remembrances of his brother's touch on his body instead of being able to concentrate on classes as he had hoped before arriving at school. Haunted by these recollections, the day passed slowly as Yuuta tried to determine their veracity. Were they some sort of perverted illusion, or an even more perverted reality? Yuuta was unsure which was preferable.
By the time Yuuta headed to tennis practice at the end of the day, he still hadn't reached a conclusion. He entered the clubhouse and was startled to discover his teammates gathered on the couches around a lamp Yuuta had never seen before. Its sickly light was the room's only illumination, giving everyone's face a ghostly luminescence. Mizuki-san was occupying the single wingback chair in the room, demanding everyone's attention.
“Yuuta-kun! You're late,” declared Mizuki imperiously. “We've already started without you.” He frowned at the younger boy, still angry that Yuuta hadn't been available when he'd stopped by late the previous evening.
Yuuta apologized distractedly and sat down on the couch closest to the door.
“Truth or dare, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki asked Yuuta chuckling evilly.
“Ehhhhh...”
“It's some American game Mizuki read about on the web-dane,” supplied Yanagisawa for Yuuta's edification.
“To promote team togetherness,” smirked Mizuki as he framed his face with his fingers and stared directly at Yuuta. “So, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” answered Yuuta, his thoughts still on his brother and his need to know the truth.
The other boys in the room smirked to themselves.
“Is there someone you have a crush on Yuuta-kun?”
“Yes...” answered Yuuta, troubled by the scenes that kept playing in his head and forgetting he was not alone.
“Who is it?” asked Nomura.
“I uhhh...” Turning a brilliant crimson, Yuuta realized where he was and looked to Mizuki-san for guidance. “This game is stupid! Shouldn't we be actually practicing if we want to go to Kanto?!”
Yuuta slammed the door as he left the clubhouse.
Mizuki giggled to himself as he thought about how cute it was that Yuuta apparently had a crush on him.
You're quite welcome ^_^
Date: 2004-02-13 04:21 pm (UTC)Could that be the typo you're searching for?
Re: You're quite welcome ^_^
Date: 2004-02-13 11:21 pm (UTC)I did find the typo I was looking for...
Fuji climbed off the bed, and walked over to the record player and removed the needle, carefully he placing the record back into its sleeve.
and it is now fixed ^_^