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PoT Fic: Point C, Fuji/Kaidoh
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Good job, Garland.

Point C by Halrloprillalar / prillalar
Prince of Tennis, Fuji/Kaidoh, R, 800 words.
Fuji didn't mean for it to happen.

Fuji didn't mean for it to happen. Afterward he tried to trace the path of the events, but there wasn't really much to trace. Point A to point B to point C, plain as day and straight as any number of straight things. Like a ruler. Or Momoshiro.

Fuji didn't mean to be sitting next to Kaidoh on the bus, on the way to the post-Nationals pre-Good Will Games training camp. But there was a jostle in the aisle and Eiji's bag of snacks hit him in the head and he ducked down and found himself next to Kaidoh, who nodded to him while looking at the floor, and stared out the window for the rest of the trip, jaw clenching slightly and hair falling over the collar of his school uniform. The skin of his cheek looked so smooth, Fuji wanted to touch it.

Fuji didn't mean to be staring at Kaidoh as he ran around the court, hitting his buggy whip shot and hardly sweating under the hot sun. But there was something that drew Fuji's eye, Kaidoh's determination or skill or the movement of the muscles in his legs. Whatever it was, it made Fuji light-headed and weak-kneed and so far from his usual Point A that he could only stare longer and harder and wonder if this was what happened to everyone at fourteen.

Fuji didn't mean to corner Kaidoh in his room, backing him against the wall, but that was a lie. He completely meant to. "Senpai," Kaidoh said, his face flushed and nervous, and that was what Fuji shouldn't have done, but he did. Kaidoh was bigger and stronger, but three months gave Fuji the advantage and he took it, took it all. "Kaidoh," he said, and made his voice as sweet as he knew how, as close and warm as a whole basketful of kittens, and put his hand just where his fingers could slip under the edge of Kaidoh's tank top. "You don't mind, do you?"

Fuji didn't know exactly what to do, but he did it anyhow, leaned up onto his toes, pressed his mouth against Kaidoh's mouth, let his fingers slide further under Kaidoh's shirt. The kiss was damp and soft and something was falling through Fuji, heavy and hot, coming to rest deep in his belly and giving him one hell of a hard-on. "Okay?" he said, pressing closer, because that was what he wanted, his body stretched tight to Kaidoh's, because it made him feel so good. "Okay?"

Kaidoh knew what to do. His whole body tensed, still and frozen, while he breathed against Fuji's mouth. And then he kissed Fuji, sucking at Fuji's lower lip, opening his mouth, putting his arms around Fuji's waist. And Fuji felt it all: the determination and the skill and all the muscles in Kaidoh's body, moving against Fuji, wrapping around him.

Fuji didn't know there were things he didn't know, things someone else could teach him. He watched Kaidoh's closed eyelids, opened his mouth around Kaidoh's tongue, tried to work out where to put his hands. But his hands wouldn't stay in one place, so that was moot anyhow.

There was something almost frightening in Kaidoh, which Fuji should have known from watching him play tennis, but he didn't plan this far ahead and now this thing that was both of them kissing in Kaidoh's room was out of control, like a shopping cart rolling downhill, picking up speed, and how could Fuji stop it? Why would he want to stop it?

Kaidoh pulled them both down onto the bed and Fuji fell underneath, pressing back up against the moving weight of Kaidoh's body, still watching Kaidoh's face, but seeing less as he felt more. Kaidoh rolled sideways and fumbled at the front of Fuji's warm up pants. Then he stopped, fingers inside the elastic and mouth still against Fuji's neck.

Fuji could see, with maybe 14% of his brain, a line dividing his life in two: before and after. After was probably better. "Yes," he said, in Kaidoh's ear, "go on," and tried to smile but his mouth wouldn't go that way anymore.

Kaidoh's hand slipped down the front of Fuji's pants and his fingers wrapped around Fuji's dick and Fuji thought he would choke on the sensation that curled up through him, and it wasn't long until he did, choke and die and come back to life. It was the slippery jizz that made him believe that this was real. "Sorry," Kaidoh said, and wiped his fingers on the sheet.

Fuji took three deep breaths and reached for Kaidoh, turn about was fair play and he always was a quick study. But Kaidoh rolled over, back to Fuji, pulling up his knees, and pressing his face into the quilt. "Kaidoh," Fuji said, and put his hand on Kaidoh's cheek. The skin was very smooth. Kaidoh's shoulders began to tremble.

Fuji sat up in the bed, stroked Kaidoh's hair, and wondered what he was going to say to Inui.



I just had to say that before I read.

Seriously, I love you. Also, turnabout is fair play, indeed. I think now I might owe you InuTez? Not that I've been writing it in my head all day, or anything. >_>

straight as any number of straight things. Like a ruler. Or Momoshiro.

OMG HAL SIMILES, I DIE. Also, straight!Momoshiro is hot as fuck. He should get with one of his teammates' hot older sisters, like, right now.

And oh, the uncertainties and the fumbling and Kaidoh's regret. Break my heart, why don't you. The last line is killing me.

To sum up, I am half convinced that Fuji stole your pants.

Aaaaaw, I have been longing to read some FujixKaido ever since that time Fuji made Kaido blush at the airport ^___^ And you managed without *really* breaking the InuKai.
Now, straight as Momoshiro, that must be one of those things Fuji doesn't really know yet, isn't it?
Maybe Mulder can find your pants, but I am sure he'll blame it on UFOs and leave you as you are now...

It's hard not to take the InuKai into consideration. It colours everything I write about Kaidoh. But Fuji/Kaidoh is growing on me so much!

Mulder never seemed the type to be much concerned about pants. :)

Wow. bllrbbrbt. That was pretty damn fine. It really brought out something fascinating in both of them. I love how you can do that so succinctly and poetically all at once. ^____^

That's what I find most fun about writing PWP -- seeing what the characters bring out in each other. I'm still kind of dancing around Fuji, trying to find how I want to write him. Kaidoh, well, is Kaidoh. :)

...Fascinating. Clearly whatever Fuji says to Inui includes a blatant threesome proposition.

And if you want these pants, you're just going to have to come get them.

Those pants sure do get around!

I wonder how Inui will react. In the meantime, Ryoma can "comfort" Kaidoh.

...Yeah, lead here by Garland. :>

Um. Wow.

That was unbelievably awesome. I am just floorfaced by it. Gah. I love how it was KAIDOH who had the skill and not Fuji. That was so unexpected, yet I could clearly see it happening. And the Apple Pi hints at the end. Awesome. I loved this fic so much. Wow.

God, fangirl much, Jamie? *headdesk* I'll have to go stalk read your other stuff now, because Maxie just said something about MomoKai. *_*

Thank you so much! I wanted to make things a little different; it's more interesting to me that way. I haven't written Fuji very much and I'm still working him out in my head. He's such a difficult character to get hold of.

There's a link in my userinfo to a post that lists all my PoT fic by pairing, so that's a good place to start if you want to find all the MomoKai. They're a favourite of mine. ♥


Fuji. Kaidoh. Fuji/Kaidoh. KAIDOH WITH MORE EXPERIENCE. aosdifu oaisu foiasu dfoiasudfasdf.

You win. There is nothing you've written that I haven't flailed about. Seriously, this was so good. LOVED IT. LOVE LOVE LOVE. ^.^

Aw, thank you. :) Everyone is after Kaidoh's ass, so he must have been around the block a time or two by now. *g*

I love the almost coy way Fuji rolls out the set up and the scene. He didn't mean to do a lot of things, did he? I love that he's inexperienced but so still so sure.

Yeah, Fuji strikes me as confident and the kind of person who goes after what he wants, once he works out what that is. But sometimes it takes him a while to work up to that. :)

I really enjoyed reading this. I would love to read more with this pairing, too!

Thank you! They're a new favourite of mine.

This is so many levels of lovely. Just... yes. ♥

OHmygod, poor Kaidoh, always available for a senpai's request, even if it means his heart breaks. I'm guessing there is a 99.9% chance that Inui understands this about Kaidoh, and won't hold him responsible. But he'll kill Fuji. Subtle and excellent, as always. *shivers*

You're making me want to see the InuKai aftermath. (If only I didn't have so many deadlines right now!) Oh, all my poor boys. Only straight-edge-Momo escapes unscathed.

Somehow when you set out to write smut smut smut you always manage to turn something on its head in the process.

Fuji should corner Inui in his room and back him against the wall as soon as possible to avoid any further trauma. Or something like that.

That's what keeps it interesting. :)

Fuji should corner Inui in his room and back him against the wall as soon as possible to avoid any further trauma.

And will *that* ever fuck with Kaidoh's head! He'll swear off boys and start dating Tomo-chan.

Oh, the girlish delight that was mine when I saw this. :D

I know I've said it before, Hal, but you are truly a Prince among men women people.

Oh, Fuji.

Fuji keeps unfolding like a flower. One day, I may even understand him a little.

Now I really want a sparkly crown.

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Thanks, sweetie. :) They're my new fave too.

I like the way you write Fuji and Kaidoh in this. I can't figure out who's more to blame, which I find unsettling. But it's probably Fuji because ... Fuji.

Did you find your pants yet?

All those teenage hormones make it hard to lay blame, don't they? Poor sweeties, and Inui too.

The pants have been retrieved. All is well.

Thanks for a great read. That is all.