Tezuka/Fuji drabble for 40themes
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: Sins and Virtue
Author:
relinquished972
Theme(s): #5 [Sin; Seven], #6 [Virtue]
Pairing/Characters: TezuFuji
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis
Summary: [fic for
40themes] the Seven Sins and a Virtue in their relationship.
Warning: vaguely smutty and not done very well because I am an amateur XP
Sloth
Habitual disinclination to exertion
It was another easy win and another half-hearted match over. The smile playing on the victor’s lips made him want to scowl, march into the courts, and take it off by force. Not a single drop of sweat or a little breathlessness surrounded him as they passed each other.
Tezuka hated his deliberate disinclination to being serious.
Envy
Desire for some advantage possessed by another
The sound of laughter reached his ears, making him turn in its direction. On the other side of the courts, a grinning Momoshiro was ruffling Echizen’s hair affectionately. The Golden Pair stood nearby, Kikumaru hanging off his partner’s shoulder as they watched the Inui-Kaidoh match on Court C.
The familiar feeling knotted his insides together as he watched their open displays of affection. It only increased as his eyes turned to the silent, ever watchful shadow in the classrooms overhead.
Lust
Passionate or overmastering desire
Dark eyes followed the movements of smooth, pale skin as the game progressed and the polo shirt clung onto sweat slicked skin. One would have easily missed the hunger in those eyes, masked under the pretence of studying the opponent, if one did not look hard enough.
He could clearly feel that skin against his own, sweating for an entirely different reason, to hear the gasped breath from lips parted . . . and the cry of completion, ringing in his mind. The warmth of that body hot against his own, clinging and intertwined in the aftermath of it all . . .
Tezuka tightened his grip on his upper arms and turned away.
Gluttony
Indulging in something excessively
A long groan broke the silence that hung about the room. Sheets rustled and limbs shifted, arching up, lost in the moment. Then there was nothing but soft pants and gasps for a long while as sweat dampened messy hair splayed out on the pillows and no move was made to brush them away.
He shouldn’t be doing this . . . or doing it so often. He rolled over and out of his bed, removing himself from the tangle of dirtied sheets, one hand raising the cell phone to his ear.
“One more time . . .”
Obediently, Fuji’s hand ventured downwards.
Pride
High opinion of one’s own dignity, importance, merit or superiority
He was aware of the longing glances following him about the room and of the unspoken plea as those around them questioned and demanded. His body tingled in remembrance of the warmth of the last touch and anticipation of the next. But his mind violently clamped down on those thoughts as he voiced a harsh rejection.
His mind saw the sense and logic of his actions. His heart saw the devastation resulting from them and cried.
Greed
Inordinate or rapacious desire
More was the word that fell from his lips in a husky whisper as he pressed closer against the heaving body on top of his. He dragged his fingers up the strong, firm back and into damp hair, pressing his lips against the pulse of the neck in front of him.
It was late, they had school tomorrow and they shouldn’t have been doing this in the first place. But none of that mattered when there was a need to fulfil and a thirst to quench and that hot mouth descended onto his skin.
Wrath
Strong, stern or fierce anger
They didn’t raise their voices, but they didn’t have to. The tension was thick in the air as harsh words cracked like whiplashes in the otherwise stillness of the room. He watched the other, eyes open with pale fury as the moonlight behind him wreathed his shape like a blinding halo.
Resignation replaced the fury as the moon waned and those heavenly eyes turned away from him. Their shoulders brushed as Fuji passed him on his way to the door and his hand shot out to pull the other closer, resting his forehead against his in an unspoken apology.
Love
A strong or passionate affection for another person
A bigger, warm hand brushed the hair out of his eyes as he blinked them open, squinting from the morning sunlight. He smiled, a warm, fluttering sensation filling him as Tezuka smiled back. There was no hurry as the same hand tilted his chin and firm lips brushed his forehead in a gentle caress.
I love you.
Is love a virtue? o.0 Ah well, never mind. It's over now XD And thanks to
madhatter_99 for pointing out that "Anger should actually be "wrath" XD
Dedicated to
my new friends:
shinigami002 and
chironstar
petapepy for always sharing
flaming_icicles and
dunkelschwarz because I should XP
and
kat8cha because she called me god XD