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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Tezuka_Kunimitsu/Chitose_Miyuki
  Character:
      Tezuka_Kunimitsu, Chitose_Miyuki
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-02-25 Words: 2777
****** The Path to Eternal Damnation ******
by muzivitch
[Fic] The Path to Eternal Damnation - Tezuka/Miyuki, NC17
Title: The Path to Eternal Damnation
Author: Muzy [
[[info]]
muzivitch  ]
Series: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu/Chitose Miyuki
Rating: NC17
Length: 2752 words

     He ran his hands up Miyuki's sides, feeling her shiver and arch under
     him as one of his hands cupped her breast and he rubbed his thumb
     across her stiffened nipple.


     "Are you ready?" he whispered, shifting his hips against her.
     Miyuki's hands reached up to grab at his shoulders, and he hissed as
     he felt her fingernails rake across his skin.



     "Yes," she moaned. Her legs locked around him, pulling him even
     closer to her. "Now, Kunimitsu," she demanded.



     Tezuka's lips curved into a rare grin as he started to push
     forward...


BEEP BEEP BEEP
Tezuka shot upright in bed and slapped his hand against the alarm clock
screaming on the nightstand before running his fingers through his hair and
blowing out a long breath. He glared down at the bulge tenting his boxers.
There wasn't any doubt about it, he thought. He was headed straight to hell.
"She's sixteen," he muttered under his breath. "You're nearly twenty-two.
Control yourself."
Self-control hadn't been a problem until six months before when he'd
volunteered to take her to dinner when she was in Tokyo for a school trip, and
he'd seen her for once neither dressed in her baggy tennis clothes or with a
paint-spattered smock tossed over her clothes. He'd seen her, and it'd been
frankly terrifying - between the long, tanned legs peeking out from under her
denim skirt to the curves filling out her teeshirt, it was obvious she wasn't
eleven anymore, and it'd finally gotten to the point where he couldn't ignore
it anymore.
Kissing her after dinner that night had been a colossal error in judgment, and
ever since he hadn't quite managed to get himself quite back to normal. The
situation didn't look like it was going to improve anytime soon either.
Tezuka's phone beeped politely and he reached out to check it, pushing his
glasses onto his face before flipping it open.
"Are you getting ready for class?" it read. "I'm on the bus now.
Tezuka stifled a groan before typing out a reply. "Yes," he typed. "I have
ethics this morning."
"Booooring," Miyuki typed.
It wasn't that bad, Tezuka thought, but somehow he doubted theoretical ethics
would be the kind on his mind today.
"I have to get ready," he typed out before closing the phone and tossing back
the covers. He'd take a cold shower this morning, he decided, just like he had
three other times this week.
And it was only Wednesday.
*
The doorbell rang at 10 am on Saturday morning - hours since Tezuka had
awakened and taken his now daily cold shower - and his brow furrowed as he went
towards the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, he thought, and frankly, after
years of training them, all of his friends and acquaintances had calling ahead
deeply ingrained. Even Inui.
Tezuka pulled open the door and glanced down, and his heart fell to his
stomach. "Miyuki," he said.
Miyuki grinned. "Surprise, Kunimitsu," she said. She pushed back her thick hair
which, Tezuka suddenly noted, was a little bit longer than she used to wear it,
falling just past her shoulder blades in a thick, straight fall. "I decided I
wanted to do some drawing in Tokyo this weekend," she continued.
"Oh," Tezuka said.
Miyuki raised her eyebrows and her lips quirked into an amused expression. "Is
it okay if I come in for a while?" she asked, and Tezuka blinked.
"Of course," he said finally, shifting so she could move past him. "You
surprised me," he added.
Miyuki glanced over her shoulder. "That's a new one," she said with a
mischievous glint in her eyes. "I didn't think that was even possible."
Tezuka decided a grunt was probably the safest response to that one, and Miyuki
smiled wider as she sat down on the couch. She wore shorts in deference to the
summer heat, Tezuka noted, but they either weren't anything like the ones she
used to wear or he'd just become incapable of seeing them the way he used to.
Either way, he thought, he was doomed.
"So, do you still live here alone, Kunimitsu?" Miyuki asked brightly as she
glanced around the small apartment.
"Yes."
"That's good," Miyuki replied. She swung one leg, and Tezuka's eyes were
inexorably drawn to the long tanned length of it.
"Ye..." he started, and then his eyes narrowed and his head jerked up. "It's
good?" he asked.
"Yes," Miyuki said. She nibbled on her lower lip and blinked her big dark eyes
at Tezuka. "I couldn't get a hotel room," she began, "And Kippei-kun and An-
chan went to an onsen this weekend, so I was wondering...."
He was completely and utterly doomed, Tezuka thought again before clearing his
throat.
"You can stay here," he said. "I'll sleep on the couch."
Miyuki jumped off the couch and gave him a tight hug. "Thanks," she said. "You
won't even know I'm here."
Somehow, Tezuka thought, he doubted that.
*
It had been a quiet day, Tezuka thought. Miyuki had disappeared with her
sketchbook and a set of watercolors, saying something vague about doing some
cityscapes, and had stayed out until nearly five. He'd made dinner, she'd
cleaned up afterwards, they'd settled in for a relaxing evening - he had a new
American mystery novel he was reading through, and Miyuki had gone back to her
sketchbook - and now they were both preparing for bed. Miyuki hadn't made any
noises about them sharing his bed, Tezuka mused as he smoothed sheets over the
couch cushions and placed his extra pillow at the head of the couch. Maybe, he
thought as he climbed under the covers, he'd made a few wrong assumptions.
Maybe all she really needed was a place to sleep this weekend. He wasn't
disappointed, he told himself as he removed his glasses, set them neatly on top
of his book, and closed his eyes. He was just...surprised. That was all.
His lips half-curved as he started to drift off. He almost believed that one
himself, he thought.
It couldn't have been more than an hour when he felt a hand prodding his
shoulder and heard Miyuki's voice hissing "Kunimitsu." Tezuka cracked open his
eyes and blinked up at Miyuki, leaning over him with one hand braced against
his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked. His voice was rough with sleep and something else he
didn't really want to identify.
"I couldn't sleep," Miyuki explained. "And..." She paused, biting down on her
lower lip. The hand on his shoulder tightened on the soft cotton of his
teeshirt. It was too dark to read the expression in her eyes, Tezuka thought,
but then he didn't really need to. He knew what was on her mind; it was on his
too.
"Miyuki," he murmured. He was already in deep trouble, he thought as he reached
up to curve his hand around the nape of Miyuki's neck, and he was destined to
fall even further into tonight. There wasn't any point in resisting anymore.
"I'm going to kiss you," Tezuka stated softly as he tugged her face closer to
his, "and then I'm taking you back to my bedroom." He almost smiled at the
annoyance that suddenly flashed across Miyuki's expression, and then continued.
"We're not doing this the first time on my couch."
"Oh," Miyuki said. Her breath feathered across his lips, and one of her arms
slid behind his neck. "But I don't mind," she whispered.
Tezuka's lips pressed against hers in a slow, deep kiss that had her struggling
to catch her breath when it ended. "I know," he said as he leaned back and sat
up. He set her on her feet next to the couch and rose to his feet, linking his
hand with Miyuki's. "But I do mind," he continued, and there was a hint of
steel in his voice. "And this part at least we're going to do my way."
Miyuki's eyes widened slightly, and Tezuka felt a rare full smile flash across
his face. He stepped towards the bedroom, tugging her behind him. "Come on," he
said.
Miyuki let him lead until they reached the doorway to his bedroom, and then she
leaned up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her mouth to his
again. She kissed him until he started kissing her back, until she felt his
hands tighten on her and pull her closer. Then she leaned back. "I'm not going
to wait any longer, Kunimitsu," she said. Her voice was a low whisper, but
Tezuka could hear the stubborness lurking under the soft tone. He let one of
his hands slip through her dark hair, and then he pulled her forward.
"We're not waiting any longer," he said as he sank down on the mattress of his
bed and pulled her after him. His hand fell to her shoulder, and he pushed the
thin strap of her nightshirt down before leaning forward to brush his lips
across her shoulders. His lips tipped up slightly when he felt Miyuki shiver,
and he leaned back.
"Lay down," he murmured as he brushed her other strap down. His eyebrows lifted
as Miyuki hesitated, and then shook her head.
"You first," she said, pushing at his shoulders until he lay flat on his back.
She followed him down, pressing her lips against his in a demanding kiss. She
nipped Tezuka's lower lip and smiled when she felt his hands grip her upper
arms, when he kissed back with more force than he'd used before. Miyuki moaned
and tilted her head, deepening the kiss as she slid a leg between Tezuka's. She
slid her hands down his chest until she reached the hem of his shirt, and then
started tugging it upwards.
Tezuka sat up and yanked it over his head, dropping it to the floor before
sliding his hands around Miyuki's waist. He let them slide up her sides
underneath her top until he cupped one hand around her breast and brushed his
thumb across her nipple. His eyes gleamed as she arched back and gasped.
"Kunimitsu," she managed as her hands gripped his shoulders, and she tipped her
head back as his mouth slanted down over hers. Her hands slid further up to
grip at Tezuka's silky hair, to pull him closer. She'd gotten several kisses
out of him in the past six months but none of them, not even the first,
impulsive one he'd given her on the park bench last winter, were like the ones
he was giving her tonight. It was like he'd given up on control for now.
She'd have to make him lose it more often, she thought as her hands tightened
in his hair, and then she gasped as Tezuka rolled and pinned her underneath
him. She pulled back from the kiss. "Kunimitsu." She wanted this, and him, but
there were little moments, she thought, when she wasn't really sure what she'd
gotten into.
"My turn now," Tezuka whispered, and Miyuki's face flushed as he pushed her
shirt up and off, tossing it to lie with his on the floor. He slid his hands up
and down her sides in a movement that was supposed to be soothing but didn't
end up feeling that way. "Are you nervous?" he asked.
"No," Miyuki said, and then shrugged. "Maybe a little," she corrected. "But I
don't want to stop."
"Good," Tezuka said. "I wasn't planning to," he added, "but there's no reason
we can't take things a little slower until you can relax." He bent his head,
and his tongue swirled delicately around the peak of one breast, and Miyuki
arched closer, her breath escaping in a low moan.
If that was supposed to be relaxing, she managed to think, it was way off the
mark.
He kept kissing her - he breasts, moving up to her collarbone and her throat
and her jawline, and then down to her stomach - until she was shivering and
thrashing for want of something else and had forgotten all her anxiety. She
yanked on his hair, bringing his head up again. "Kunimitsu," she said.
"Miyuki."
"I'm not nervous anymore," she said, wriggling underneath him. "You can stop
teasing me now."
His smile was slow and very personal, and his hands glided down to her shorts,
his fingers slipping just under the waistband as he tugged them downwards.
"Good," he said simply before bending to kiss her again.
She kissed him back, and her hands slipped out of his hair and glided down his
back, hesitated a bare moment at the waist of his boxer shorts before she
curled her fingers into the band and pulled them over his hips as she kicked
hers away.
They'd fallen to his knees when she felt Tezuka slide one hand in between her
legs, and she gasped, pushing her hips up as he circled one finger around her
and then pushed it deep inside. "Kunimitsu," she said. Her voice was just a
shade away from a whimper.
"I know," Tezuka said, and his voice was rougher, harsher than it had been
before. He kicked his shorts away as he pulled his hand away from her. He
pushed Miyuki's legs apart and knelt between them, bracing his hands on either
side of her head. His cock nudged at her folds. "This is going to hurt," he
said.
Miyuki licked her lips and lifted her chin. "I don't care," she said. She
reached up to pull him closer and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips. Her
mouth curved when Tezuka let out a hissing breath. "You told me I wouldn't have
to wait anymore," she reminded him.
"I know," Tezuka said. He drew in a careful breath and slowly pushed forward,
his eyes intent on Miyuki's face. He paused when she winced, trembling a little
from the effort.
Miyuki's legs tightened around his hips. "I didn't say stop," she managed as
her fingernails bit into his shoulders.
Tezuka let out a choked sound that could have been a laugh. He sometimes had
the suspicion that Miyuki would be bossing him around until they died, he
thought as he pushed forward again. He smiled as Miyuki gasped into his ear and
pushed her hips up to meet him. He pulled out and pressed in again, setting a
slow, deliberate rhythm.
Miyuki clawed at Tezuka's shoulders and pressed herself closer to him,
shivering around him as the feel of him inside her pushed her higher and
closer. "Please," she said, shifting her hips against him in a movement that
made Tezuka's eyes darken. "Kunitmitsu..."
Tezuka shuddered and thrust in harder and faster as he felt Miyuki arch and
tremble against him. She tightened convulsively against him, rippling around
him as she cried out and fell back against the bed.
Tezuka's last coherent thought was that if he was headed to hell for this, the
price was well worth the experience.
*
OMAKE
It was An's turn to cook that night and her voice floated out to the living
room in between the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board as she sliced
vegetables for stir fry. "Onii-chan?"
"Yes?" Tachibana called.
"Wasn't Miyuki coming to Tokyo this weekend?"
"Senri mentioned something about it, yes." Tachibana quirked an eyebrow and
stood up to lean into the kitchen. "Why?"
"Well, she didn't call," An said as she neatly piled carrots, peppers, onion
and zucchini and started to work on the chicken. "And she always stays with us.
Don't you think that's weird?"
"Hmm." Tachibana thought back on things Chitose had told him, and things he'd
heard from the other tennis players in Tokyo over the past several months. His
expression lightened with a grin. "Poor Tezuka."
"Tezuka?" An said, glancing up. "What does Tezuka have to do...oh." She smirked
as she heated oil in the skillet and dumped the chicken in. "I'll have to call
Miyuki next week to get a report."
"Hmm," Tachibana said again. He wondered if Chitose was aware of just what his
sister was doing in Tokyo this weekend. Somehow he doubted it; Senri was laid
back about just about everything in life unless it had something to do with
Miyuki, and Miyuki was smart enough to keep him in the dark when she wanted to
do something. Chitose probably had no clue.
He'd love to be there when he found out, Tachibana thought as he turned around
and headed back to the living room. The fireworks were bound to be spectacular.
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