Bonus
by Trixie
disclaimer: i only own plushy tennis boys, and only three of them… they cost
me money, they didn't give me money.
summary: Saeki takes Oishi by surprise. (Prince of Tennis, Oishi/Saeki)
notes: for Noel, genX, her rare pairings ficlet. and a damn fine choice. ^_~ and
this fic will now be known as the Fic That Did Not Want to End… ~_~
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His head was throbbing in time with the flashing lights. The noise was a solid
thing that was squeezing him into a tiny box. He tried to get Eiji's attention,
but Eiji was lost in the music and the games. Oishi crept to the back of the
arcade, seeking out a door.
He would just get drinks. And some fresh air. Eiji would hardly know he was gone
before he got back. And then he could tell him it was time to go. Probably not
for another twenty minutes at least, but soon.
The door out of the arcade got closer and closer. Oishi had to avoid running
into people left and right, as everyone seemed to be in the same
adrenaline-induced haze that Eiji was in, so no one else was watching where they
were going. He closed the door behind him, and sagged. He could still hear the
pulsing music. He could *feel* it shaking him. He dragged himself away from the
noise and confusion, and headed for the vending machines. Only another twenty
minutes. He had promised Eiji that they could stay until at least four.
"Seigaku!"
Oishi turned automatically, peering blindly for whoever had called. A boy in a
familiar red jacket jumped down from the stairs leading up to the second floor.
It only took Oishi a second to place him.
"Saeki-san," Oishi bowed shortly. This was Fuji's friend. For some
reason, Oishi had a hard time picturing Fuji as a child, even though he'd known
him first year, when they were all a lot less mature and developed. Still, in
his mind, Fuji could well have leaped whole out of a volcano, so the idea of
Fuji having childhood friends was a bit off. "How are you?"
Saeki grinned rakishly, running his hand through his wild-looking hair. Oishi
envied his style. If he ever did anything like that to his hair, everyone would
just laugh at him. Not that he really could… "I'm good. Don't tell me,
I'm really good with names. Actually, I'm better with faces, but I know you.
You're the temporary captain, Oishi-kun, right? Betcha you're here with your
little acrobat." Saeki winked at him, casually leaning against the wall,
putting his hands in his pockets.
Oishi felt himself tense, like he did when he was on the courts, or when he had
lunch with Eiji and Fuji. He smiled politely, and put his hands to his sides.
"I'm here with Kikumaru-kun, yes. Do you visit here often?"
"Me?" Saeki scoffed. "Nah, Kentarou decided this would be a good
place to bring the kids for a treat. I think he just wanted to come
himself." Saeki winked. "Wanna get a drink?"
"Ah, sure," Oishi agreed nervously. He walked deferentially a step
behind Saeki.
Saeki looked back at him curiously. "Are you all right, Oishi-kun? Too much
excitement, I'd guess. You appear a little peaked." Saeki held back, and
reached out to put his hand on Oishi's back, his fingers splayed out.
Oishi's face went hot, and he started to stammer. "Ah, no, I'm fine, I'm
just, well, I was on my way to get a drink, and, well..."
Saeki pushed them into a small alcove, and grinned at Oishi. "Wait here.
I'll get the drinks."
Oishi would have stopped him, told him it was unnecessary, would have at least
given him money, but Saeki was gone too fast. Oishi sighed, and leaned against
the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor. This hadn't worked out like he'd
planned at all. And he had no idea in the world how to make conversation with
Fuji's friend. Or why he even had to make conversation with Fuji's friend. He
just wanted to collect Eiji and go home to his fish. Hopefully, Eiji would be
tired from the afternoon, and they could sit quietly and watch a movie
together...
"Here." Oishi looked up to see Saeki's startlingly blue eyes just
above him. "Wasn't sure if you wanted hot or cold, so I got both."
Oishi smiled. "Thank you. Cold, please."
Saeki sat down right in front of him, folding his knees under him as he did.
They were sitting close enough that their knees would touch if either leaned in
at all. "So, how goes Seigaku? Kentarou won't stop talking about your
damned freshman. He's so pumped for finals, I swear, he couldn't be more excited
if he was going himself."
Oishi took a sip of the drink, and gathered up his courage. "Everything's
going great. We keep working to get stronger so we can do our best."
Saeki cocked his head to the side a little. "Man, must be tough, though.
Rikkai is tough. You must really miss Tezuka now..."
It was like being slapped in the face. Oishi certainly didn't need anyone else
pointing out what a hard road lay before them; he knew it well enough himself.
It didn't look like they could win, but he had promised Tezuka, and he wasn't
going to let him down. "We will be victorious."
"Confident, eh?" Saeki leaned in, his eyes burning with some kind of
fire.
Oishi sat up straighter. "O-of course."
Saeki narrowed his eyes. "Really?"
Gulping, Oishi leaned back. "W-well, the odds are against us, sure, and
Rikkai has history on its side, but… That doesn't mean that we can't win!
We're going to train really hard, and we are all determined! We're going to make
it to Nationals, we promised, so we have to…!"
Saeki leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of Oishi's shoulders,
against the wall, and kissed Oishi. He slipped his tongue into Oishi's mouth,
taking advantage of the fact that Oishi was mid-sentence, and he took his time
tasting Oishi.
Oishi just stared at him. He knew he should try to stop this. He should. He
*should*. Especially when Saeki lowered his hand to Oishi's hip. Especially when
he was running out of air. Especially when Saeki started to laugh, while they
were still kissing.
It was Saeki who broke it off, falling back on his elbows as he laughed.
"Oh, Oishi-kun, you aren't as sweet as you act, are you? You taste salty.
What were you doing before you came to the arcade?"
His cheeks burst into flames, he was sure, but he didn't move. His knees were
still touching Saeki's. "What?! Why did you… do *that*?"
Saeki's laughter was low and cutting, almost malicious, but just almost. "Oishi-kun,
you know what? Fuji was wrong about you."
Ice lanced through Oishi's veins. He was not jealous of Fuji. Nor was he afraid
of him. That wasn't the point. Fuji was better than him. He didn't like the idea
of Fuji talking about him, because he could easily imagine what Fuji would say.
Oishi looked away, narrowing his eyes. "I'm sure," he said, unable to
swallow his bitterness entirely. "But we can't all measure up to the
Prodigy's standards."
Saeki reached up quietly to touch Oishi's cheek, gently running his thumb over
Oishi's bottom lip. "Oh, ain't that the truth. But I meant that he said you
were more formidable than you appear. But I think you look pretty
formidable."
"R-really?" Oishi blushed. He should have been prepared for the next
kiss, but maybe he wasn't paying attention. Or maybe he wanted it.
Saeki broke the kiss again, sighing softly. "You're taken, aren't
you?"
"T-taken!?" Oishi stammered, shifting uncomfortably.
"Saeki-kun…"
Saeki tweaked Oishi's nose between his thumb and forefinger. "I really have
to get over this thing I have with other guys' boyfriends."
Oishi shook his head, smiling. "You and Fuji are really friends?"
"You find that hard to believe?"
Oishi grinned. "I just… have never gotten along this well with
Fuji."
Saeki leaned forward, swiping a quick kiss from Oishi before standing up.
"Good, because that would make you a slut if you did. Take care, Seigaku.
Gotta go collect my captain…"
Oishi finished his drink slowly. He looked at his watch. Eiji would be excited
because he got an extra half hour of play. Oishi decided to go to the vending
machines and get some mints before tracking Eiji down.
Just in case.
~*~
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