Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. This is purely fan made.

Author's Note: Characters may be out of character. This fan fiction will not be related to the anime/manga. It will contain boy x boy and will have graphic violence. Rated M for smut, language, drugs, and violence.

Ready-Fight! : At Long Last

Ryoma woke up to the soft sound of wind chimes and birds chirping. Eyes blinking awake, he stretched in bed like a cat and then sat up. A cool breeze from the open window next to his bed sent in a fresh aroma of the country. He scooted over to the wall and leaned against the window sill. From his bedroom, he could see the small streets below and the far shadowed mountains in the distance. The sound of people talking and children laughing echoed from the neighborhood. From below the house, he could hear footsteps reverberating up the stairs. And then, there was a knock on his door.

"Ryoma? Are you awake?" came the voice of Nanako.

"Yeah," he answered as he turned around and got up from his twin size bed. It wasn't as huge as the bed he use to sleep in at Atobe's, but it was still comfortable. He walked over to the door and opened it.

Nanako, with her gentle smile, greeted him cheerily, "Good morning. Mind helping me?"

"Okay. Just let me get dressed first," he said as he turned and walked over to a small brown dresser to grab a clean shirt.

He slipped it on as Nanako headed back down stairs. Stifling a yawn, he headed out the bedroom went to the bathroom to freshen himself up. After he had brushed his teeth and washed his face, he jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen where Nanako was already baking. His foot had barely hit the floor when Nanako told him to put out the sign in front of the shop. Without a word, Ryoma walked through an archway which led to the shop. He slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers, then grabbed the chalkboard sign where the special for the day was already written on, and took it outside. As set the sign up, neighbors from other houses passed by and greeted him. Ryoma greeted them back politely, but only in a short hello and nod.

He finished arranging the sign and took a step back to stare at it. Four years ago, he had left the city to live with Nanako—a life of tranquility and normality where he helped her run a pastry shop. He no longer had to worry about fighting to survive or taking drugs to cope with it. Life was better now...except...Ryoma sighed as he glanced up. He shaded his eyes with his hands. Except life would would have been better if Fuji was with me, he thought. In the four years he was living with Nanako, there were many nights where he dreamed of the days he had spent with Fuji and the time they went to the amusement park. And every time he woke up from the dream, it was like there was a void inside his heart. An empty place where everything would just disappear. Ryoma had sometime wished that on the day he had gone with Fuji to the amusement park, he should have told Fuji how he really felt. But it was too late to wish for such things. He had chosen to leave him behind. He sighed again and started to go back inside, but just as he opened the door, he heard footsteps behind him. Ryoma turned and said, "I'm sorry, but we're not open ye-" His words trailed off as he took in the sight of the man standing in front of him. He was staring into those blue eyes that always seem to enchant him. "Fuji..." he said under his breath. For a second, Ryoma thought he was dreaming, but the people who passed by the shop also noticed him.

"It's been awhile hasn't it, Echizen?" Fuji asked in the same gentle and caring voice, "Took me a while to actually find you, but...I did."

Ryoma's hand fell away from the door as he took a step toward Fuji. The closer he got to Fuji, he more he began to notice how Fuji looked older. He was another step away from Fuji, so close to touch him when the door to the shop opened and Nanako's head peeked out.

"Ryoma, what's taking you so long? Oh! A customer?" Nanako asked.

Stepping away from Fuji quickly, Ryoma swiveled around and shook his head at Nanako, "Ah, he's...someone who use to take care of me when I lived in the city."

"Oh! Well, if that's so, then come in! Anyone who is a friend of Ryoma is welcomed."

The door widened as Nanako turned to go back inside. Ryoma cleared his throat while flickering his eyes over to Fuji. "Come inside," he said as he walked ahead. He could hear Fuji following behind him. Suddenly, he felt shy and nervous. Just moments ago, he had been thinking about regretting for not telling Fuji how he really felt, but now that he was there, he didn't have the courage to say it either. He mentally cursed himself as he led Fuji into the kitchen where Nanako had already set up breakfast at the small table in the corner.

"Why don't you join us for breakfast?" Nanako asked.

"Oh, I really shouldn't intrude," Fuji declined politely.

"Nonsense! If you arrived this early, you must not have had breakfast yet."

"I'm sorry for coming unannounced."

"It's no problem. Now, come have breakfast with us."

Ryoma sat down with Fuji sitting next to him. As Nanko and Fuji talked, he ate in silence. For all the drams he had and all the wishes he often told himself, in the end he couldn't face Fuji. Guilt plagued him because he had chosen Atobe over him. He didn't think Fuji would still want to see him or even...love him anymore. Ryoma's grip tighten at the thought of Fuji not loving him. He looked up from under his bangs, watching Fuji as he chatted with Nanako. For a moment, he felt jealous that Fuji was paying more attention to his cousin than him. Grumbling under his breath, he brushed the feeling away and continued to much on his food.

"You're awfully quiet," Nanako said, "Is something wrong Ryoma?"

"Huh?" Ryoma quickly looked up at her and then shook his head. He briefly let his gaze flick to Fuji before returning them to his plate of food, "Just tired, s'all."

"Hmm...after breakfast, why don't you take Fuji around town," Nanako suggested as she looked to Fuji again, "We don't have much to see in this small town, but the shrine is beautiful here. How long are you staying for?"

"Three days at most," Fuji replied.

"Oh, that's great! Tomorrow we're having a festival in honor of the deity and the harvest here. It's going to be three days as well."

"That sounds fun. I think I would enjoy that."

Nanako smiled at him and then over to Ryoma. Ryoma tried to smile back, but he was having a hard time. He looked over to Fuji, feeling a bit dreadful that Fuji would be staying there for three days, which meant three days of having to face the past. Sighing, he stood up, "I'm done. Excuse me." He grabbed his plate and brought them over to the sink to soak them in water. A few seconds later, Fuji appeared behind them. Ryoma jumped slightly from surprise. He glanced to the side at Fuji. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Fuji placed the plates into the sink gently and replied, "I told you. I came to find you."

"And do what?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to see you again."

Ryoma took a side side, leading against the counter. Frowning, he said, "There has to be a catch. Are you still investigating the fight club? Have you come to make me testify or something?"

"Not at all," Fuji said firmly, a frown creasing his forehead. He sighed, "Why must my visit mean that I want something like that from you? Can't I just...visit you because I missed you?"

"I didn't think you would want to see me again."

"You know...four years ago when you left, when you chose Atobe, I was angry. I thought that night when we left the amusement park and you kissed me...I thought that kiss meant so much more. As if you were telling me you loved me...but then I was disappointed when you left with Atobe. I didn't think I would ever want to see you again...but two years passed and every night I dreamt of you and I longed to see you again. It was then that I realized, if I didn't do anything about it, I would never see you again. And I also realized how much of a coward I was. If I truly loved you, I would have gone after you without waiting. I would have fought for you...protected you like I said I was going to. I gathered every ounce of courage I had left and bought a ticket to America because I thought you were living with Atobe. I was quite surprised that you didn't go with him. It took a few months to finally get Atobe to tell me where you were and when I was leaving, he came to me and said that if I ever hurt you, he would find me and kill me. I guess, you really held a soft spot in his heart. Of course, that was two years ago..."

"So why now?"

"I was afraid...afraid that I didn't deserve you. It took me another two years to finally toss everything I believed away...to risk everything for you. The investigation of the fight club is closed. Yoshino's house had everything, all the evidence that led to him being the mastermind behind it and all the members were already dead. When everything ended, I knew then that I had no other connection to you. And that's when I decided to quit my job and come here. The question now is...do you...love me?"

Ryoma bit his lower lip as he looked into Fuji's eyes. Everything that Fuji told him was enough for him to believe that Fuji still wanted him, but he was afraid. He didn't know what it was like to love someone and he feared what he felt. He didn't want to be hurt and if Fuji ever left him or died, he wasn't sure how he would ever cope with it. He took a deep breath and exhaled, "I...I-"

"Are you going to take Fuji around the town?" Nanako asked as she appeared behind them.

Ryoma immediately closed his mouth, pressing his lips together in a thin line. He looked away from Fuji and nodded his head at Nanako. After she dropped the dishes into the sink and left, Ryoma breathed out a sigh of relief, glad that she had interrupted them. "So, I'll take you around town," he said, changing the subject while avoiding Fuji's face. He didn't feel quite ready to tell him yet and so, they ended up leaving their conversation there.

He hadn't expected the towns people to be very interested in Fuji, but the moment he began taking Fuji around the small town, every person would greet them and take some time to talk to Fuji. The worst part for Ryoma was when the single women took interest and began flirting with him and Fuji took it all in stride. By the time Ryoma was taking Fuji to the shrine, he was no longer in the mood to talk to him. He was angry that Fuji hadn't brushed off the women or even the older folks because he really just wanted Fuji to himself. It was a selfish thought, especially since he couldn't even tell Fuji how he really felt, but he still didn't like other people taking up what little time he had with Fuji.

"You seem angry. Did I do something?" Fuji asked while walking next to him.

"No," Ryoma replied curtly.

Fuji chuckled at his response, "Alright then..."

After showing Fuji the shrine, Ryoma took him back to the shop. It was already dusk and since he hadn't helped Nanako with the business, he felt it was better to arrive earlier than planned to help her close shop. Arriving at the foot of the steps, Ryoma turned to face Fuji. "Okay, so...this is good night," he said, trying to end their night as quickly as possible.

"I will see you tomorrow, right?" Fuji asked hopefully.

"I guess."

"Echizen..." Fuji lowered his voice as he took a step toward him.

Ryoma flinched and took a step back. However, Fuji wasn't giving up. Ryoma bit his lower lip as Fuji reached out with a hand and touched his cheek, gently caressing it. Sighing, Ryoma closed his eyes and automatically leaned into his hand. He had missed Fuji's touch and often ached for it when he woke from his dreams. Feeling it again on his skin brought back all the emotions he held back for four years.

"Did you ever miss me?" Fuji asked quietly.

His eyes fluttered open at the question. He stared into Fuji's blue eyes and nodded his head, "I did."

"Why didn't you ever call?"

"I was afraid you had comet to hate me."

He heard Fuji sigh and then felt both hands cupping his cheeks. Ryoma was forced to look at Fuji as he leaned in closer. Hidden by the bushes, Ryoma granted himself the pleasure of pressing his body against Fuji. The heat from the other man mingled with his and he sighed with satisfaction. Tipping slightly on his toes, he tilted his head back and brushed his lips against Fuji's. Locking lips with him, Ryoma let a small moan emit from the back of his throat. He reached up with his hands and clung to the front of Fuji's shirt as if he was the last thing holding him up. Ryoma whimpered and pulled back. Panting heavily, he touched his forehead with Fuji's and whispered, "Kiss me more." And just like that, everything else in the world didn't seem to matter anymore. He wrapped his arms around Fuji's neck as the older man kissed him again. Ryoma opened his mouth, letting Fuji's tongue invade his mouth. He could feel the hot tongue explore his mouth, licking every inch of it before settling on his tongue. The first touch was tentative, but soon Fuji was sucking his tongue and biting it, eliciting excited moans from Ryoma. When they finally pulled back for air, a trickle of saliva dripped down Ryoma's mouth. Staring dazedly at Fuji, he felt a thumb on his lips, wiping away the saliva. "I missed that," he mumbled honestly.

Fuji chuckled lightly, pressing his face into the brook of his neck, "I missed you. I missed everything about you. Your smell, your taste, your touch...your voice."

Fuji lifted his head again and leaned in for another kiss. However, before they could, the front door to the shop opened and Nanako's voice rang out.

"Oh, there you guys are. I was wondering when you two will come back," Nanako said.

Ryoma was quick to step away from Fuji and whipped around. He was blushing furiously as he fiddled with his thumb, acting like a child who had been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. He made sure his eyes would never make contact with Nanako. Although he had come back to live with her, he hadn't told her about his sexual preference yet and this wasn't exactly how he had wanted her to find out. "Um...this...I..." Ryoma fumbled with his words, unsure of how to explain the situation.

"You have to help out with the festival tomorrow, Ryoma. I've already told Mr. Sumeragi that you would help out with carrying the palanquins," Nanako said happily.

Nanako's words brought Ryoma's attention elsewhere. He stared at her with raised brows. "I have to help with carrying the palanquins?" he asked in shock.

"Yes...is that a problem?"

"But...but...they have to wear a fundoshi!"

"Of course."

"That means I have to wear one!"

"Yup!"

Ryoma's jaw dropped at Nanako's cheerfulness. She didn't seem the least bit guilty of signing him up to participate without his consent. From behind him, he could hear Fuji's trying to stifle his laughter. Growling, he looked over his shoulder to glare at Fuji, something he hadn't done in a long time. "Don't laugh!" he exclaimed.

"That would be a sight to see, Echizen," Fuji said, breaking into a fit of laughter.

Scowling, Ryoma turned away from Fuji and stalked into the house. He could hear Nanako and Fuji giggling even as he walked farther into the house. Grumbling under his breath, he went upstairs and locked himself in his room, not even bothering to go back down to say goodbye to Fuji or help Nanako close up the shop.

Later at night, he heard a knock on his door. Ryoma sat up in bed as the door opened and Nanako walked inside with a tray of food. He had forgotten to go back down for dinner, so once he saw the tray of food, his stomach began to growl. Blushing from the embarrassing sound his stomach was making and the amused look on Nanako's face, Ryoma covered his stomach with his arms. He swung his leg over the edge of his bed just as his cousin set the tray down on his end table. "Sorry for not coming down to help you," he said. He did feel guilty for not helping her, especially since she was providing for him.

"It's okay. You need your little tantrum sometimes," Nanako teased.

"I don't throw tantrums," grumbled Ryoma.

Nanako giggled as he walked over and sat beside him, "Of course not. I'm just teasing you. I'm actually here to...talk about something important."

Ryoma raised a brow at her as he picked up the spoon and took a bite of the curry, "What?"

"What is Fuji to you?"

Choking back his food, Ryoma coughed to clear his throat. His eyes watered for a second before he answered hoarsely, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not stupid Ryoma. I've seen the way you two look at each other and...I overheard you two talking by the sink as well as saw you two kissing in front of the shop."

Ryoma blushed again. "I...I really didn't want you to find out that way."

"So you're gay."

"...yeah. Are you...disgusted?"

"No...and I'm not surprised either. You never did seem to show any interest in girls in the fours years you stayed here. At first I just thought it was because you had someone you liked back in the city, but then I began to notice how to would sometime look at men who came to the shop. I wanted to ask you, but then I thought it was better if you told me when you were ready. However, I decided it was time to confront you because...well...I just thought Fuji was a little...old for you."

"He's not that old."

"Yes, but if you knew him since you lived with Atobe...I wonder...did you two have that kind of relationship back then too?"

"No...I mean, sort of?"

"But you would have been a teen..."

"We never did anything...just..." Ryoma looked away from Nanako. The things he did with Fuji were things that were private to him. He didn't exactly want to talk about it with Nanako, especially if he didn't want her to find out the other stuff he did. After all, he didn't just not tell about his sexual orientation, but he also didn't tell her about the life he lived. He lied to her, telling her that Atobe had given him a place to stay, bought clothes for him, and allowed him to attend school. He didn't want her to know the other life because Nanako had seen Atobe as someone who saved him and so, he thought it would be better if she never knew. He sighed and glanced back at her. "Stuff..." he finished lamely

"I won't ask for details, but he didn't go any farther than kissing or touching?" Nanako asked seriously.

Ryoma mentally screamed from embarrassment. "No..."

"Okay...so now that you're an adult, I won't say anything. Besides, Fuji seems like a good man. So, you're going out with him."

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean...he told me he loved me...sort of. He did mention it, but I never told him I loved him and we weren't in a relationship four years ago." The look Nanako gave him had him wanting to hide under his covers. "I'm just...afraid."

"Afraid of what, dear?"

"That he would stop loving me or if I'm not exactly as he thought I would be."

"Sometimes in love, you have to risk things. You have to believe in him and yourself...now then, finish dinner and go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow for the festival."

"Okay."

Once he was alone in his room, Ryoma finished his food and brought the tray back downstairs to wash them. After he finished, he headed back up to his room and snuggled into his bed. "Tomorrow...maybe I will tell him tomorrow," he muttered as slumber took over his body.

The next day didn't go as he had planned. He was hoping to meet up with Fuji to tell him how he felt, but the moment he stepped out of the house, he was whisked away to help with setting up the palanquin for the deity to rest on. When he thought he had a chance to escape, he ended up finding Fuji crowded by a group of young females squealing over him. By the time the first day of the festival ended, Ryoma never had a chance to talk to Fuji. He thought about heading to the inn to talk to him, but decided against it. "I still have tomorrow," he told himself as he fell asleep again.

The second day was no better than the first day. Fuji was surrounded, not only by young females, but older ones as well. Ryoma glared holes into the back of the women's heads. Jealously seethed inside him. He wasn't allowed any room to even talk with Fuji. Scowling, Ryoma had just decided to push them aside when he was once again taken away to help in booths. Once again, he returned home at the end of the second day of the festival without any progress. Sighing dejectedly, Ryoma entered his house just as Nanako was walking out.

"Oh, you're back already," she said.

"Yeah," Ryoma responded, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to stay the night at a friend's house. You don't mind staying here alone do you?"

"No."

Nanako hugged him before leaving and as the door shut, Ryoma stared at it blankly. He sighed and plopped to the floor. Tomorrow Fuji was going to leave and he wouldn't be able to tell him that he loved him. He stared at the ceiling, debating whether he should go over to the inn to talk to Fuji or wait. After a while of arguing with himself, he decided he should go. If he didn't, he may never have the chance again. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and was about to step outside when he realized someone was standing in front of him. Ryoma blinked in surprise at the figure. "Fuji?"

"Oh, are you heading somewhere?" Fuji asked.

"Um...I was about to head over to the inn you were staying in, but what are you doing here?"

"Nanako called me and said that I should keep you company since you were going to be home alone."

Ryoma thanked Nanako mentally. "...come inside." He stepped aside to let Fuji in. Once he was in the shop, Ryoma closed the door and locked it. He led Fuji to the kitchen and up the stairs into his room. "Sit anywhere...though there's not much space," Ryoma said as they entered his room. He closed the door behind him and walked over to his bed where Fuji was already sitting. "I didn't get to talk to since the festival started," Ryoma said.

"I really wanted to talk to you too, but...those girls are really persistent," said Fuji with a chuckle.

"I know. It was annoying to watch. You should have just ignored them."

"Jealous?"

Scowling, Ryoma cluck his tongue. He turned on the bed, crossing his legs as he looked at Fuji. "I have something to tell you," he said.

"Hm?" Fuji tilted his head and waited for him to continue.

"I..." The words trailed out of his mind. He stared at Fuji, his mouth open with nothing to say. He didn't know how to say it. Clenching his hands, Ryoma took a deep breath. He relaxed his hands again and leaned forward. He placed his arms around Fuji's shoulder and whispered, "Please don't leave." He had his head down, so Fuji couldn't see his expression.

"I'm not going anywhere," Fuji said quietly.

"I mean tomorrow. Don't go. Don't leave...I want you to stay with me. Please don't go back."

Ryoma's voice broke even though he was trying hard to sound normal. He glanced back up, letting his hands travel up to cup Fuji's face. "I don't want you to leave me."

"Echizen," Fuji whispered, "Shit."

He saw Fuji frown for a second, but it disappeared as he was suddenly pushed down onto the bed. Ryoma yelped as Fuji kissed him, ravaging his mouth. Moaning, he arched his back, pushing his body against Fuji and trying to create as much friction as possible. "Fuji," he mumbled in between kisses. He gasped as Fuji rolled his hips against his, grinding their growing erection together. "Ahh," Ryoma moaned, tossing his head back. He wanted more from Fuji. He wanted to feel the heat of Fuji inside him, making him go senseless, to forget everything except him. "I want you," Ryoma whispered into Fuji's ear, "Make love to me." That was all he knew Fuji needed to know because the instant those word left his mouth, Fuji was stripped him of clothes. Shirts and pants were tossed side without care, leaving them both naked. Ryoma looked up as Fuji was straddled his lap, taking in the glory of his nakedness. He swallowed slowly, breathing heavily. Hands trembling, Ryoma reached out to touch Fuji's upright length. It quivered beneath his touch. Ryoma began to stroke it slowly from the head to the bottom. He heard Fuji moaning on top of him, arousing him more. He was beginning to stroke faster when Fuji stopped him abruptly.

"Do you...have lube?" he asked hoarsely.

Ryoam nodded, "First drawer."

Fuji got off of him to grab it and then returned. Ryoma watched in awe as Fuji sat back on his knees.

"Why do you have lube?" Fuji asked with a small frown.

Ryoma thrust his hands over his face, covering it as he blushed in response, "I...did dream about you."

He could hear Fuji chuckling. Too embarrass to look, Ryoma kept his hands over his face. Suddenly, he was being pulled. His body turned, making his back rest against Fuji's chest. A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind as Fuji rested his chin on his shoulder.

"You're too cute," Fuji whispered.

"Don't call me cute," Ryoma argued.

"Okay."

He was about to retort again, but the sound of a bottle cap opening shut him up. His gaze darted to the bottle of lube in Fuji's hands in front of him. His stomach seemed to flutter with excitement as he watched the lube pour over Fuji's fingers, coating them amply. The bottle was tossed to the floor as Fuji's coated hand touched his abdomen and slid down slowly. Ryoma's stomach quivered from the touch. He arched and moaned as Fuji began to stroke him slowly. Fuji fiddled with the tip of his erection, rubbing the slit and then gliding down to fondle his balls. Ryoma moaned again, turning his head. His forehead touch Fuji's cheek just as the fingers lowered and began to circle the rim of his entrance. A shaky breath escaped his lips as he mewled in ecstasy. The other free hand from Fuji began to play with his hard nipples. Ryoma twitched from the touch. His legs spread wider and his left hand immediately shot out, grabbing Fuji's arm which was playing with his hole. Ryoma's other hand came up to cover his mouth to prevent any noise from escalating.

"Don't cover your mouth," Fuji whispered, "I want to hear your voice."

Ryoma whimpered and uncovered his mouth just as Fuji's middle finger entered his puckering hole. He twitched again, moaning loudly. Fuji began to thrust in and out, adding another finger to stretch him. The sound of the fingers thrusting inside him brought a blush to face. He hadn't realize how embarrassing sex could be.

Ryoma bit back a moan as Fuji's finger brushed against his prostate. His body jolted from the touch however. He could feel Fuji smiling without even looking as he began to rub his fingers against his A-spot. Ryoma let out a shuddering moan. His hands holding onto Fuji's arm gripped tighter as he felt the pulsing waves of pleasure ride through him. "Ahh...ah...Fu...ji. No more! I'm...going to...come!" Ryoma moaned in between pants. But Fuji didn't stop on his request. He continued, milking out the moans from Ryoma until he came. Ryoma let out a hoarse moan of pleasure as his body shook from the orgasm. Panting, he rested his body against Fuji's chest. He didn't have time to speak as Fuji was laying him down on his back against the bed. He looked up at Fuji who hovered over him.

"Bend your knees," Fuji directed.

Without saying a word, Ryoma did as he was told. He bent them and spread them wide for Fuji who knelt in front of them. He watched as Fuji leaned over and began licking his inner thigh. Even though he had just ejaculated minutes ago, he could feel his cock rising again. He rolled his head back as Fuji licked both thighs, biting them along the way. After a few more licks, Ryoma felt Fuji's tongue pressing between his perineum and testicle, causing a shock of pleasure to spread through his body. His hips bucked at the feeling. Suddenly, Fuji's tongue was rimming him, flicking inside his hole to swirl around before darting back out to rim again. Ryoma fought back constant moans, but was failing miserably as waves of pleasure swept through his body. And then it was gone. Whimpering in protest, Ryoma lifted his head to look at Fuji. He was sitting on his knees again, his legs spread to reveal with dripping cock. He lubed it with the remaining liquid he had left on his hand before leaning over Ryoma.

"I'm going to enter you now," Fuji whispered.

Ryoma let out a moan as Fuji pressed the tip of his erect length against his stretched hole. He hands shot up and he grabbed Fuji's arms which were placed on both side of his head. Fuji stopped and stared down at him. Ryoma gulped and let the words flow from his mouth. They came easier than he thought. "I love you," he whispered. He saw a twitch in Fuji's jaw and then he was suddenly being thrust into. Ryoma moaned loudly, his back arching off the bed as Fuji thrust relentlessly into him. Ryoma wrapped his legs around Fuji, the heel of his feet pressing into Fuji's buttocks. "Deeper! Deeper inside me!" Ryoma begged. The thrusting became harder and faster, plunging deeper inside him and filling him. Ryoma cried out in ecstasy from the pure bliss of Fuji being inside him. It was what he longed for and he had finally gotten it. "Ah...ah!" Ryoma reached up with his hands and wrapped them around Fuji's neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Fuji pulled away and said, "Call my name...Shusuke...I want to hear you say it."

"Nnn...ah...Shu-Shusuke!" Ryoma called out as he felt the pressure of his orgasm, "I'm coming!"

The tingly, pleasurable feeling started from the tip of toes, then rushed up through his body before settling on his balls. He cried out as he came, sending streams of his cum splattering against Fuji's chest and his. It didn't take long for Fuji to ejaculate after him, filling him up until his seeds were dripping from his hole. Fuji continued to rock against him until he was fully spent. Panting heavily, Fuji pulled out of him and rolled onto the side of the small twin bed. Ryoma pulled himself up and plopped himself on top of Fuji, resting his head against the other man's chest. He closed his eyes in content while Fuji ran his fingers through his sweat slicked hair.

"I've longed to do that," Fuji muttered after a chuckle.

"Me too," Ryoma agreed, "Does this mean...we're an item now?"

"If you agree to it."

"I want us to be...but...you'll be leaving soon."

"I'm not going to."

Ryoma pushed himself up against Fuji's chest and frowned down at him, "You really don't have to stay."

"There's nothing left for me in the city anyway. I quit my job already...besides, a country life doesn't sound bad."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Smiling, Ryoma leaned back down and kissed Fuji. He pulled back and smirked at Fuji. He rolled his hips which earned a raised brow from Fuji.

"Another round?" Fuji asked curiously.

"We're finally able to...are you already tired, old man?" Ryoma asked teasingly.

"I'm not old," Fuji scowled, "Just you wait."

Ryoma laughed as Fuji pushed him off and rolled him onto his side. Their growing erections rubbed against each other as Ryoma flicked one leg over Fuji's side. Grinning mischievously at Fuji, Ryoma licked his lips and thrust his hips. "No more foreplay. I just want you inside me," Ryoma said.

"But don't you have to carry the palanquin tomorrow?" Fuji asked worriedly, "I'm afraid I've already done you hard."

"I don't care. I can handle it...I just want you in me. I want to feel you Shusuke. I want you to fill me to the brim...until I can't think anymore."

"You asked for it."

Ryoma gasped as Fuji slipped inside him once more. He smiled, kissing Fuji as the fast thrusting empty out every worry he had coursing in his head. He wouldn't mind if they did it all night. He pulled away from the kiss, pushing Fuji till he was lying on the bed. Ryoma smiled down at him and rode him hard. "I...love you," he said again. He wanted Fuji to know just how much he really did love him for the four years they had missed each other.

Fuji pulled him down and kissed him hard. As they pulled apart, Ryoma heard Fuji whisper, "I love you too, Ryoma."

And that was when Ryoma knew everything was going to be okay. Their future held a brighter path as long as they were together.

The last day of the festival was a loud one with the townspeople gathering around to see the parade of the palanquin to be carried. Amongst the men wearing a fundoshi, Ryoma was placed in the middle. He wore a white band around his head as he heaved the palanquin with the others. His eyes searched the crowd and fell on the man he was looking for. Fuji stood beside Nanako, his eyes dancing with amusement and lust. Ryoma smirked at him and purposely swayed his hips exaggeratedly for Fuji to see as the group turned, leading the palanquin down another pathway. He broke into a small chuckle and decided that wearing a fundoshi wasn't all that horrible...especially if he wore it for Fuji during their private times. He was definitely going to tease the older man by doing that, but it would be for a later time...

Author's note: And that is the end. Whew...a long scene of lemon, but yeah...haha. Well, I am going to rewrite chapter 18 though...but it might not be for a while. XD Anywho...this is the end. Hope you all enjoyed this fanfic. Oh, I should mention, there is going to be a one-shot about how Atobe got away with this.