dedication: this is for my tay-chan, because the only thing that makes me happier than "prince of tennis" is being with you!! *glomps!* aishiteru, darling!!!!

Oishi Syuichirou was surrounded, hemmed in by a group of squealing second and third year female students, each one intent upon giving him her Valentine's Day present, each present wrapped with care, affection, and excessive amounts of red and pink ribbon. Oishi didn't know how to deal with such an attack; he wasn't good with females. He didn't want to seem a churlish brute by refusing to accept their offerings.... And yet, how could he accept?

Each gift was a mark of esteem, and any rejection would be deemed a rejection of the giver as well as the gift. But he didn't feel it was fair to get any one girl's hopes up, when he could never return the affection they were so openly and honestly offering him....

A sudden arm slung around his neck and the warmth of a body pressing against the tense muscles of his back preceded the moist heat of a familiar, welcome voice husking in his ear:

"A~ah! Oishi Syuichirou experiences his yearly crisis of conscience!"

"Eiji!" Oishi flushed more darkly, feeling as though he had been cast a rope in the raging rivers of feminine attentions, but irked by the faint mocking in Eiji's tone of voice. His friend hadn't meant it the wrong way, though. It was impossible for Eiji to be malicious, and he usually meant well, when he meant anything at all.

Before Oishi could recover his flustered wits, Eiji had moved smoothly over to the girls and was accepting the presents for him.

"Sankyuu! Sankyuu! Ah, sankyuu nya!" Eiji turned, his arms full, his dark sapphire eyes gleaming with humor and another more intimate emotion as he met Oishi's dark green gaze. "Oishi really appreciates it, girls!"

Still reeling from the masses of perfume and femininity, Oishi was vaguely aware of babbling out something at least fairly polite and bowing at the waist. This seemed to placate his horde of fangirls, and no one protested as Eiji, with an ease and skill Oishi knew he himself would never possess -- at least not where females were concerned -- shooed everyone away.

The auburn-haired Seigaku Regular grinned at Oishi over his armload of presents, a definite twinkle of mischief in his gaze. "Just think, Oishi! That's only going to happen three or four more times before you get home!"

Oishi groaned, sinking his forehead into his palm.

Eiji looked thoughtfully down at the pile of boxes and paper that he held. "We're going to need a bag...."

Oishi was ambushed five more times as he attempted to leave the school grounds by groups of girls -- banding together for courage, he supposed -- as well as fielding a number of solitary gift-givers. Eiji hadn't allowed him to refuse a single gift; not that he would have been capable of it. His locker had been half filled with cards and flowers, and Eiji had gleefully added these to the "haul", as he called it, before carrying everything home for his friend.

Finally in the safety of his own room, Oishi collapsed in his desk chair. Eiji was taking up the entire bed, sitting crosslegged in the center of a mass of red, pink, and white. There was a brilliant crimson rose that clashed with his hair tucked behind one of his ears, and he was already popping chocolates into his mouth at an alarming rate.

"Didn't you get any Valentine's Day candy yourself, Eiji?" Oishi asked wearily. Not that he minded Eiji digging into his; there were more there than he could ever have eaten on his own, especially with Inui's strict training regiment.

"Of course!" Eiji licked delicately at his chocolate-smeared fingers, his eyes crossing in delight, before diving into a box of caramels. "But I'm saving mine for later!"

Oishi watched silently as Eiji emptied a few more boxes, bemused by the spectacle of it all. "You'd better be careful. You'll make yourself sick if you eat too much chocolate," he admonished fussily.

Eiji stared at him, slanted eyes rounding in disbelief. "Oishi!" He chewed and swallowed. "No one ever got sick from chocolate!!" The sheer outrage in his voice at the very idea was amusing.

"Oh yes they have," Oishi rejoined, leaning forward to rest his forearms against his headboard. "Too much chocolate can give a person a tummy ache."

"Not me!" Eiji declared defiantly, sharp white teeth snapping off a bite of a large chocolate heart. It was clearly homemade, a little asymmetrical, with a lumpy tennis ball pressed into its center. "I've never gotten sick from candy!"

"Hn." Oishi couldn't argue. In the years he had known Eiji, this had been true, and if Eiji said so, it must be true for the years preceding their meeting as well. Eiji was too honest to lie about something so simple.

"This is really good!" Eiji exclaimed, his gamine features crinkling in a pleased expression as he polished off the rest of the chocolate heart. "Who made it?" He cast about among the discarded wrappers and cards in his lap, coming up with a small slip that was also heart-shaped. "Ayami-chan.... She's one of the second years, isn't she?"

"I don't know." Oishi frowned down at the clutter on his bed. He didn't, in fact, know the name of a single one of the girls who had given him all these gifts. He couldn't even remember most of their faces. They were just a big blur of discomfort and embarrassment to Oishi, and they surely deserved more than that. After all, each one had spent her time, money, and energy in creating, buying, wrapping these presents. And the courage that it had taken to actually give them to him, especially for the girls who had not banded together to confront him en masse.... It seemed wrong to him that the gifts and their givers did not mean more to him.

"O~ishi~!"

"Eh?" Startled from his introspection, Oishi blinked at Eiji. His friend had flopped gracefully over onto his belly amid the presents, not a single card crushed or rose petal bruised by this graceful movement. Eiji seemed to be finished with the chocolates for the moment, his chin resting on folded hands as he gazed soulfully up at his doubles partner.

"You're looking at this all the wrong way," Eiji chided, employing his uncanny knack of knowing exactly where Oishi's mind was, and what it was doing. "All those girls... they gave you these gifts because they wanted to make you happy. If they're making you feel unhappy, then that's not fair! Not to you, and not to the girls who gave you the gifts." Eiji plucked up a foil-wrapped chocolate in the shape of a kitten and bounced it up and down on the pillow in front of him. "Or to the gifts, nya!" he added in a squeaky voice. "Eat us! Eat us!"

Oishi chuckled before he could stop himself, amused by his friend's clowning. But he was also startled by Eiji's insight, and realized suddenly that it was true. Most of the members of the Regulars had received many gifts, he was certain of it, and he was just as certain that no one was taking it as seriously as he was. But then, that was his nature. He could no more help himself fretting over every little thing than he could get Eiji to take life seriously. But Eiji could and did get serious about the things that really mattered. Worrying that he would break the heart of every girl who had given him a gift today when he didn't give them anything on White Day was assuming far more responsibility than even Oishi was normally wont to carry.

Eiji was right. He had to just let it go, and accept the gifts in the spirit in which most of them had been given. And the girls who might be hoping he would reciprocate... well, they ought to know better.

The other half of the Golden Pair seemed to have taken a liking to the chocolate neko, placing it on Oishi's headboard and indulging it in a chirpy conversation. Oishi remained still for several long heartbeats, watching the animated play of emotions run over Eiji's face, the wrinkling of his snub nose, the sparkling of his eyes, the plumping of his full lips....

"His name is Ted and he's going to live right here now!" Eiji declared, raising his gaze suddenly to meet Oishi's. "And no one will ever eat him!"

"All right," Oishi agreed placidly. He was grateful that Eiji didn't feel threatened by the mass of gifts that Oishi had been given. Well, Eiji had doubtless received nearly as many himself. But that wasn't the point. It was the gift-givers rather than the gifts that Eiji could have been jealous of. But then, Eiji had something those girls would never have. Oishi had given it to him a long time ago. Without even realizing it at first, but with unshakable resolve once his feelings had been recognized, Oishi had presented Eiji with his heart.

"Nya, Oishi?"

"Huh?" Oishi dragged his gaze with difficulty away from the pink tongue that flickered out to touch chocolate-stained lips. "What is it, Eiji?"

"Don't you want to know what I got you?"

"What?"

"For Valentine's Day," Eiji prompted, jumping up off the bed and landing lightly on his stocking feet. The mass of boxes, papers, and blossoms shifted into one big jumble, as though that lithe body had never been settled comfortably in their center.

"For...." Oishi floundered a moment. "But, Eiji, wouldn't that... make you the girl?"

Eiji shrugged gracefully, a wicked grin curving his lips. "Don' mind, don' mind! I'm more the girl than you are, Oishi!"

Oishi had to admit that this was true, in a manner of speaking, although he wouldn't have put it that way himself. "Does that mean I have to get you something on White Day?" he asked lightly.

Eiji stretched, lean and wiry like a cat. "Only if you wa~nt to, Oishi. I already have everything I want or need from you."

Oishi felt his chest tighten at this echo of his own thoughts of a minute ago. As often as it happened it still caught him by surprise, sometimes, how in synch he and Eiji were. As though they could read one another's thoughts -- or, more importantly, they didn't have to.

"Oishi~...." Eiji was advancing on him, an impish expression on his face, his hands clasped behind his back. He leaned down to peer into his friend's face. "Don't you want to guess what I've got for you? You can unwrap it, and you can eat it, but it isn't candy.... It's red and pink, but it isn't a rose..."

Oishi felt the edge of his mouth twitch upward in a smirk that answered and echoed Eiji's. "Oh, I don't know..." he feigned ignorance, standing and grasping Eiji's slim hips as the shorter boy closed on him. They bumped together pleasantly, and Eiji's arms twined around Oishi's neck. He went on tiptoe, nuzzling his mouth against Oishi's; not quite a kiss, but Oishi could taste the chocolate on Eiji's breath. "Maybe you should give me a hint."

"You mean I'm not already?" Eiji husked against his mouth, lips brushing over Oishi's with exquisite friction as he spoke. He ground his hips with intent deliberation into Oishi's, and Oishi could feel the clear burgeoning of excitement, for both of them.

"Hm." Foregoing further conversation for the moment, Oishi tightened his grip on Eiji's hips, dragging the more slender youth toward him. He rubbed their groins together as he laid claim to those pliant, teasing lips. It was time he tasted his Valentine's Day chocolate, and accepted the gift that Eiji was offering, all at the same time. That both were wrapped up in such a delightful, eager package of supple golden limbs and flippant auburn hair only marked the perfection that was Kikumaru Eiji.

Eiji's mouth opened under his, flavored with sugar and the bittersweet of chocolate, his lips responding with just the right combination of resistance and surrender, his tongue a lively squirm against Oishi's as they momentarily dueled for dominance. Oishi always won, but Eiji never let him just take what they both wanted; this way proving his involvement and interest, and fueling the kindling burn they were both experiencing. Oishi couldn't imagine Eiji ever just accepting anything passively, and their kisses were no exception.

"Aren't you going to unwrap your present?" Eiji asked huskily once they finally parted for breath. His lower torso was moving against Oishi's in a slow, easy undulation that was deceptively gentle.

"Well," Oishi cast a wry glance over his headboard. "My bed seems to be rather... occupied. Where do you suggest we...?"

"Why not the shower?" Eiji chirped cheerfully, his face lighting up. "It's been a while, nya, Oishi?"

"Aa." Oishi smiled at Eiji's enthusiasm, his gut clenching pleasantly at the thought -- the memory, if he was honest with himself -- of Eiji naked and wet, flushed and glistening with more than just the shower spray.... The stall was small and cramped and the two boys were a close fit, but that wasn't to be considered a problem. It was certainly a better option than taking the time to clear off his bed, especially with Eiji moving against him the way he was.

Besides, they'd just end up in the shower, anyway, after they... finished. Why not cut out one or two steps and get right down to naked?

Yes. Naked. Naked was good....

Eiji locked his mouth on Oishi's for another long, searing kiss. Already he tasted more of Oishi than chocolate, and Oishi knew that he tasted of Eiji. Then the shorter boy was pulling away, breaking Oishi's hold on his hips, and skipping across the bedroom, though not without a flirty grin over his shoulder.

"Come on, Oishi!" he urged, pulling the door open. "Let's get going!"

"Aa." Oishi still had the presence of mind to hang up his uniform jacket on the way out of his room, even though the pert ass twinkling its way before him was a distractingly tempting lure.

They were alone in the house, as was usually the case after school, even with tennis club. Which was just as well, the way that Eiji was stripping off his clothing as he pranced down the hall, and considering what they were planning on using the bathing facilities for.

Eiji was almost fully unclothed by the time the bathroom door closed behind them, though he waited until behind this barrier to drop the discarded articles. Oishi locked the door, "just in case", because one never knew, before he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Eiji seemed torn between helping Oishi out of his clothing and turning on the water, but in the end he seemed to decide that Oishi was handling the former swiftly enough himself, and so he turned to do the latter.

Eiji looked even more sexy clad only in a pair of brief briefs, bending at the waist so that he could adjust the water temperature without soaking himself -- not that they wouldn't both be immersed in a matter of minutes -- and Oishi could feel his libido rising... along with other things.

Peeling off his boxers, Oishi crowded up against Eiji's back, hands splaying over the hard muscles of his chest, fingers brushing over suddenly erect nipples. "Eiji..." he breathed, arms sliding to embrace the other boy as Eiji fell back against him. "You're not naked yet."

"Hnya?" Eiji tilted his head up and back, his lips reaching for Oishi's, the surface of his skin trembling as Oishi's broad, sure hands moved over it in smooth sweeps. His barely-covered bottom ground back against the rapidly hardening shaft of Oishi's erection, though whether this was deliberate or not was unclear.

Oishi lipped at Eiji's ear instead of taking his offered kiss, tracing the delicate curves with the tip of his tongue and making Eiji squirm in his arms with breathless protests at the ticklish but arousing sensation. Oishi's breath caught as this stimulated his hard-on even further, and with a foggy impression of vengeance, he moved a hand down, rubbing his palm almost roughly over the bulge that stretched the silky material of Eiji's underwear.

"Nnn, Oishi...." His name was a husky moan on Eiji's lips, one of the other boy's hands clutching at his fingers, his flesh still warm and moist from the shower water.

Oishi chuckled, nuzzling Eiji's other ear. The forgotten rose that had been behind it tumbled down, and Oishi caught it swiftly in his free hand.

"Oishi~!" Eiji whined as Oishi released the erection which strained against his briefs. "What are you doing?"

"Unwrapping my present," Oishi replied with a wicked grin, pressing the rose into one of Eiji's hands before squatting and pulling the other boy's briefs down his lean, muscle-corded legs. "You did most of the work for me, though."

"I left you the best part, Oishi," Eiji protested, wriggling his hips joyously before stepping out of his underwear at Oishi's silent urging. "Nya?"

"Un." Oishi was tempted by the blushing hardness that bobbed free almost directly before his face, but he restrained himself, rising instead back to his feet. The tennis court wasn't the only place Eiji was lacking in stamina; until he'd come once at least it was best not too tease him too much.

"Oi~shi~...." Eiji's voice was a soft, sultry purr. Like this he was dangerous. Oishi suddenly found their positions reversed and himself crowded up against the door to the shower stall, the other boy a warm, wriggling bundle pressing close to his chest. "Happy Valentine's Day...."

"A-aa." The glass of the door had been heated by the water that was still running in the shower, and it formed a not unpleasant barrier that Oishi fell back against as Eiji nuzzled at the cords of his neck. A nimble tongue followed, and Oishi caught his breath, hands clenching at his sides. He wanted to grab at Eiji and tug him close once again, but there was something in his partner's body language that told him he would be shaken off if he tried it. The Golden Pair worked so well as a team by being able to read one another, and this applied in matters of sex as well as tennis.

Eiji's eager lips moved over the lines of Oishi's collarbones, testing, tasting, tempting.... Oishi started when something soft and subtle as a tender kiss brushed against his nipples -- first one and then the other. Eiji's mouth was occupied, and his most gentle touch could not be that delicate, so what...?

The rose, Oishi realized, lowering his head from where it had fallen back against the glass of the shower door. Eiji was still holding the rose that had been tucked into his hair, and was now manipulating it, stroking it over the hard peaks of Oishi's nipples.

As Eiji swept the rose downward, his mouth moving to take its place, Oishi decided that they had wasted enough hot water. He didn't want to end up with a cold shower -- that would be totally counter to what they were planning.

"Eiji." He reached up to grasp one of his friend's arms. "Let's get in the shower."

"Nya." This vocalization seemed to be an agreement, as Eiji flipped the rose over his shoulder and straightened. "I'm ready, Oishi!"

"I can see that," Oishi replied, a wicked impulse causing him to grasp Eiji's rampant hard-on. He used it to draw the other boy into the shower stall without further deviations or distractions.

"Nn, Oishi!" Finally under the hot spray of the water, Eiji fell against the taller boy, all wet and wriggling, his arms twining around Oishi's neck and his hips thrusting forward in an unsubtle demand for further stimulation. Their mouths met and sealed together, and Oishi utilized the slick glide of the water to give Eiji's suddenly slippery erection a few good strokes before he let go.

One powerful arm wrapped around Eiji's lean body, Oishi took his turn tormenting sensitive nipples. Eiji whined wordlessly into their deep kiss, squirming in a manner that was guaranteed to drive Oishi wild. Their eager cocks bumped, then Oishi gripped Eiji's bony hips in both hands, grinding them together.

"Oishi!" Eiji's head fell back, his arms tightening around his partner's neck. He gyrated along with Oishi, the two boys lost in the passion that was rising as one force in their close-pressed bodies. "C-can I taste it?" he asked breathlessly, raising his head back up to fix Oishi with heavy-lidded, heat-hazed sapphire eyes.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to 'eat' your gift to me," Oishi replied, his voice husky, his hips throbbing against Eiji's to a slow, sultry rhythm. "Not the other way around."

"But I wa~nt to," Eiji wheedled, his tone too saturated with sexual arousal to register as a whine. "Please...?"

Oishi considered the matter seriously, one hand creeping down and around to clasp a taut buttock. He kneaded the firm rise, fingers digging into the muscle with a certain possessive intent. Eiji gave head the same way he played tennis; with enthusiasm, talent, and an impressive level of acrobatic skill. Oishi was regularly in a position to fully appreciate this, and although he was feeling impatient, he didn't have it in him to refuse this entreaty.

"All right," he finally acquiesced, giving Eiji's behind a last squeeze. "Just for a little bit."

"Wai!" It still amazed Oishi that Eiji could get to excited over doing something that would normally be considered only to bring pleasure to the one receiving the favor... but he certainly wasn't going to complain.

Especially not when Eiji was sliding down the length of his wet, naked body, one callused hand already gripping his aching erection. Whether Eiji was kneeling or squatting in the cramped shower stall, Oishi was uncertain. But he became fully aware of the moment that the other boy's face came on level with his straining hard-on. Eiji engulfed the head and then most of the shaft of Oishi's cock, his lips stretching around its width, his throat opening to accept the welcome intrusion.

Oishi let out a throttled sound, his knees turning to jelly, and his back striking the water-beaded wall of the shower stall. He couldn't speak or support himself as Eiji bobbed his head up and down, taking in more of Oishi's erection with each undulation. Eiji's hair was soft under his fingers as Oishi grasped instinctively at his skull, most of the pomade he used already washed out by the beating water. Oishi groaned and Eiji purred appreciatively around his mouthful, one hand cupping Oishi's balls, the other moving between his own thighs.

"E-enough, Eiji," Oishi gasped, suddenly afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold out at this rate. "That's enough...."

Eiji was back on his feet with surprising swiftness, flushed and breathless, his lips bright crimson and faintly swollen. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling the water-darkened strands back out of his face and wrinkling his nose.

"It was wet down there!"

Oishi stared at Eiji for a moment before bursting into laughter and wrapping the other boy up in a close embrace. "Of course it was, baka. We're in the shower!"

Eiji didn't respond to this, except to latch his lips onto Oishi's, his tongue forcing its way into the other boy's mouth and twining with his. Oishi could taste his own arousal, and he pulled Eiji to him more tightly, plundering his mouth with ruthless thoroughness. At the same time he slid a fingertip down the line of Eiji's spine, dipping into the curve at the small of his back and following it into the dimple just above his buttocks.

When Eiji made an encouraging noise and shifting impatiently against him, Oishi delved into the crack of Eiji's ass, fingers moving easily though the hot water that was cascading down over both of them. He brushed the hidden pucker of Eiji's anus, stimulating the tender flesh with a gentle but insistent touch.

Eiji moaned, arching against Oishi, as he smoothly pressed one finger inside to the first knuckle. The water acted as lubrication, easing the entry, and Eiji was relaxed from the heat, willing and welcoming Oishi's intimate touch.

"Oishi... more...." Eiji whimpered, his lips pressing hot and soft against the corner of Oishi's mouth. "Please...."

It would have taken a sterner heart than Oishi possessed to resist this plea, and he was in no mood to argue at any rate.

"Here," he husked, withdrawing his hand and gripping Eiji's slick shoulders. "Shift with me, and turn around."

"Okay." It wasn't as awkward as it could have been, moving around each other in the small shower stall; in fact, the slide and press of damp, heat-flushed flesh was quite pleasant. They wound up with Eiji facing the wall opposite the nozzle and Oishi behind him, the water beating against the muscles of his upper back in vigorous wet splinters.

Oishi caressed the muscles of Eiji's rear with one hand, reaching for the conditioner with the other. It wasn't the best thing to use as lube, but it wasn't the worst they had tried yet, and it was near to hand. Anything else would require him leaving the shower, and that was just not an option at this point.

Squeezing a generous amount of the thick, white conditioner onto his fingers -- trying not to think about what it reminded him of -- Oishi set the bottle aside and then spread Eiji's cheeks, opening him to his touch. Eiji cooed and wiggled as Oishi rubbed the creamy stuff into his anus, then easily pushed two fingers inside at once.

"Un!" Eiji's hands scrabbled uselessly against the surface of the wall and he canted his hips back, both facilitating and inviting further penetration. "Oishi! More!"

Oishi would have grinned if he could have caught his breath. Renewing the conditioner on his fingers, he pressed three into Eiji, stretching and massaging the tight ring of muscle. Eiji was writhing, sobbing out his pleas on short little hitching of his breath. "Now, Oishi.... Please... now...."

Deciding that Eiji was ready enough, Oishi made a quick but thorough job of smearing his raging hard-on with more of the conditioner, being extra generous because of the water that was running over his shoulders. Grasping his slippery cock with one hand and Eiji's pelvis with the other, he positioned himself at the delicate entrance to his friend's body. With Eiji uttering short little noises of encouragement and entreaty, Oishi shoved his hips forward, pushing into the initial feeling of resistance, and once past it, driving his rigid erection into Eiji with a deep, slow, easy slide.

They froze that way for a long suspended instant, breathing together, bodies connected in the most intimate way possible. Oishi's arms crept around Eiji and he wrapped his hand around the shorter boy's hard-on, cradling it in his palm, not applying friction, simply holding it, his own cock buried deeply inside. This was a moment to savor, to take and hold as their own. This was a side of Oishi that the girls who had given him their valentines would never know, a side of him that only Eiji could ever know.

Oishi bent his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the joining of Eiji's shoulder and neck, tasting the salt of fresh perspiration even with the water that was pounding against them both.

"Oishi...." Eiji twisted his head around, his mouth questing, and this time Oishi took it, his lips caressing Eiji's with all the affection he could not vocalize. There was a hunger there, as well, but it was sublimated as they simply enjoyed their closeness. Eiji's tongue licked at the curve of Oishi's upper lip, one hand clasping Oishi's, which still held his erection, and then he stiffened and ground his rear back into Oishi's pelvis. Oishi groaned, instinctively shoving forward in response, and the moment was scattered into shards of memory; though it could be recaptured again and most certainly would be.

Eiji turned to face the wall again, his forehead pressed against the smooth, slick surface, his arms braced to support his upper body as Oishi grasped his hips in powerful hands and set to a steady withdrawal and thrust, tugging his thick red cock almost all the way free before pushing it back in to the hilt.

"Hai... hai... ooh..." Eiji moaned, panting for breath, his drenched hair dripping dark and slick into his face, his lips parted to gasp for breath, his soft cheeks flushed, his eyes clenched shut as he took in the entirety of the experience, of being penetrated and claimed by Oishi, of the hot water and the cool tiles and the humid air that surrounded them both in an incorporeal embrace. "Hnya.... Oishi... harder!"

Oishi ignored this demand, continuing to move steadily, though not slowly. He rested his head against Eiji's, his own breath short and sharp as he jerked his pelvis back and forth. Eiji was so hot and tight and perfect.... "Un!"

Wrapping one arm tightly around Eiji's waist, Oishi reached around the other boy to grasp his hard-on once again. Only this time he set to wanking it, his fist moving in time with his driving thrusts, drawing a low cry and then a series of tumbling moans from Eiji's lips.

"Oishi!"

Oishi grunted, sweeping his thumb over the tip of Eiji's cock, feeling the hot liquid leaking free even with the heated shower water that was streaming over the both of them. He tightened his grip and pulled harder on Eiji's erection, causing the other boy to keen and writhe in his embrace, his rear moving and tugging at Oishi's embedded cock in interesting ways that sent red flashes up behind his eyes. "E-Eiji!"

"Nn... ahn.... O-Oishi, I... nn... I want to see you!" Eiji panted out breathlessly, his hips still gyrating, making it almost impossible for Oishi to continue to thrust in and out. His hand locked almost painfully tight around Oishi's wrist, and he managed to turn his head slightly, peering through wet hair with sex-drugged but pleading eyes. "Please? I want to see you!"

With a low groan of both pleasurable friction and disappointment, Oishi tugged his cock one last time all the way out of Eiji's tight anus. "All right," he rasped, feeling the sweat trickling down his forehead along with the shower water. "Turn around, Eiji."

"Hoi-hoi!" Eiji shifted around eagerly, his arms automatically ringing the taller boy's neck once again. Oishi lifted one of Eiji's legs up, hooking it over his elbow, and from this slightly more awkward but even more intimate angle, he took Eiji again. The two boys cried out as Oishi's hard cock pierced the tight ring of muscle, then slithered up inside, thick and swollen, pressing all the right places. Eiji's head arched back, his breath gusted over parted lips, and Oishi closed his mouth over them, ravishing thoroughly as he pushed into Eiji with short, sharp little thrusts.

"Nn... nn... nnh...."

"Oishi!" Eiji cried out in ecstasy as Oishi freed his mouth in order to breathe. His arms tightened around Oishi's neck, his leg gripping the other boy's arm and torso as he canted his hips forward in order to grant fuller access to the cock that was steadily pounding into him. He gazed blissfully at his friend through slick strands of hair, then in a move as tender as it was out of place, he reached up to brush his fingers against one of Oishi's cheeks.

Unable to stand the honest openness of Eiji's expression for too long, Oishi buried his face in the other boy's neck and jawline, his hard, rapid breath gusting hot and wet over already damp skin, further stimulation as he ground them both closer and closer to their inevitable climax.

Eiji moved with him and against him, as fluid as the water that was coursing over their linked, flushed bodies. His arms never left Oishi's neck, one leg hiked up almost to his chest, their cheeks pressed together as he uttered small, involuntary sounds in Oishi's ear. Neither of them could spare a hand to manually stimulate the hardness that bobbed against Eiji's lower belly, since every limb was needed to keep them from pitching over, but he didn't seem to need the added touch. Oishi was making certain to hit "that" spot with every thrust, and Eiji writhed against him, his eyes slitted open to take in the intense, determined expression on his partner's face.

"Oishi! Oishi!"

Oishi sealed his mouth to Eiji's, and the other boy kissed him back eagerly, desperately, before his entire body arched, his head thrown back, his face exquisite in the throes of orgasm. Oishi held Eiji as he shuddered, then bowed in toward him, his hot face pressed to Oishi's neck as burning liquid bubbled up between them, staining their bellies with thick white splatters that the water was slow to sluice away. Eiji whimpered out throttled things that might have been endearments, confessions, or simply inarticulate noises of pleasure as he slowly shuddered to the stillness that struck immediately after climax.

Oishi remained still, although it required a tremendous exertion of will to do so when he was so close to coming himself. He simply held Eiji, tenderly stroking the trembling muscles of his back and nuzzling the sweat-dewed side of his face. He didn't want to overstimulate his partner to the point of pain, even though his own balls were drawn up tightly and aching with the orgasm he was deliberately postponing.

After several deep breaths, Eiji's mouth moved over Oishi's, his lips soft and plush, and tasting only of salt and shared passion, no trace of chocolate remaining. "Okay, Oishi," he husked, tightening his raised leg slightly, though he seemed too exhausted and sated to really make much of an effort.

Oishi had his doubts as to whether Eiji was really ready, but he was too aroused to argue. Lifting Eiji's leg higher so that he could thrust in further, he began slamming his pelvis up against Eiji's behind, his breath coming in hard gasps, his feet braced on the wet tiles and his head meeting the wall over Eiji's shoulder for added leverage.

It was the feel of Eiji's hands clasping over his own taut, flexing buttocks that drove him over the edge, his entire body stiffening, the air locking in his chest before being released in an explosive cry as he spent himself inside of Eiji. His partner, his friend, his lover....

Silver and red stars sparked over the surface of his vision, filling his brain, and pleasure shivered through every muscle of his body as his climax broke free, surging up out of his balls and spilling in repeated gouts through the head of his deeply buried cock. Eiji was around him and inside him and they were burning together in that single perfect moment, pelted by hot water, bound together by their will, their destiny, and their desire, as well as the limbs they had tightly locked around one another.

Oishi returned to himself, finding that he was pressing Eiji into the shower wall, his face still hidden in the crook of the other boy's neck, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His body was heavy with lethargy, a pleasant warmth heating his crotch and Eiji's arms were once more a familiar weight around his neck, resting on his shoulders. Also....

"Oishi, the water's getting cold," Eiji informed him plaintively, turning his head to press his mouth wearily against his friend's flushed cheek.

"Aa." It wasn't cold yet, only lukewarm, but they hurried to rinse off and left the shower just as it was turning icy.

Oishi turned the water off and turned, accepting the towel Eiji was offering him. The smaller Golden Pair member already had one wrapped around his waist, his eyes sleepy but a wide smile curving his lips and a contented look on his face that Oishi was well acquainted with. It was Eiji's "I just got laid" expression, and Oishi knew that his own face must surely hold a similar look. He felt that they had both done a damn good job of it, all things considered, and had earned a certain level of smugness.

"Iko, Oishi!"

"Huh?" Oishi paused to retrieve their discarded clothes and the rose Eiji had discarded before following the other boy back to his bedroom. The bed was still an utter mess, so what did Eiji plan to-- "Oh!"

Eiji had taken care of the matter with an ease and efficiency singular to his nature. Everything that had been on the mattress had been swept onto the floor surrounding the bed, and now Eiji was sprawled out, naked, flushed, and grinning where the presents, cards, and roses had been. Oishi had to admit that it was a nice change, even though he eyed the clutter on his floor unhappily. Well, it probably wouldn't take as long to clean up as it seemed, and right now Eiji was beckoning to him with a lazy hand.

"O~i~shi, come on!"

"Hai." Dropping their clothes on the floor -- what was a little more mess? -- Oishi picked his way through the tumbled gifts, joining Eiji on the bed and wrapping him up in a warm embrace. The two damp bodies twined together, Eiji nuzzling his face into the hollow of Oishi's shoulder, one leg slinging over Oishi's.

"Nya, Oishi," Eiji said, his voice a lazy, husky drawl, the words gusting over Oishi's flesh in moist-heat, causing gooseflesh to dance across the surface of his body. "I gave you the best Valentine's Day present!"

"Ho?" Oishi smirked into Eiji's wet hair, his hand spread over one bony shoulderblade in a possessive gesture. "So you were jealous?"

"What?" Eiji surged up onto one elbow, glaring down at Oishi. "Why would you say that, Oishi?! That was mean!"

"Maa, maa." Oishi slid his arm up under his head, smiling placatingly at the vibrating boy. "Shall we get under the covers?"

"You're just trying to change the subject," Eiji grumbled, but he cooperated willingly enough as Oishi moved to climb under the blanket. "Nya. We're going to get your pillow wet, Oishi," he said.

Oishi shrugged one shoulder, reaching to tug Eiji close to him once again. "It'll dry. Come here."

"Mmm." Eiji purred happily as he cuddled up against Oishi's chest once again, this time warm and sheltered under the covers. "Oishi...."

"Hai," Oishi answered softly, responding to the emotions that Eiji had not verbalized but understanding the tone in which his name had been spoken. "You feeling all right?" he asked, reaching a hand down to squeeze one of Eiji's buttock.

"Of course!" Eiji responded immediately, with a sensual little wriggle that made a good start to reigniting Oishi's teenaged libido.

It had almost been accidental for them, discovering that two male bodies fit together "that" way. It had seemed, above all things, a natural progression of their friendship and developing relationship. Long familiarity and much practice had given them an ease with the act, as with one another, that went far beneath the skin. By this point Oishi's question was merely habitual, as was Eiji's reply. Oishi had always been a careful lover, even though this had driven Eiji nuts at first. They had reached the place now, though, that there was no real need for such care, and Eiji had coaxed Oishi to a level of playfulness and energy that satisfied both of them.

"Nya, Oishi...." Eiji was moving against Oishi with a more focused intent now, his hands exploring with a definitely amount of eagerness. One of them dipped between Oishi's thighs, eliciting a startled yelp. "Are you ready yet...?" Eiji recovered his stamina much more rapidly when it came to sex than he did on the tennis court.

In a swift move that surprised him almost as much as it did Eiji, Oishi straddled the smaller boy, pinning his shoulders lightly to the bed. "It's my turn now," he murmured, bending to lick at his friend's lips teasingly. "After all, I haven't had a chance yet to taste my Valentine's Day gift...."

"Mmm." Eiji stretched and wriggled beneath Oishi, a bright smile lighting up his face. "And we wouldn't want that, considering how many of your Valentine's Day gifts I ate!"

"The only gift I'm concerned about is the one from you, Eiji," Oishi told him seriously, raising his head to gaze down at his partner. "Just so we're clear on that."

"Aa." Eiji wrinkled his nose, his eyes glowing. "Wakatta, Oishi."

Oishi cast his thoughts briefly to the multitude of chocolates, flowers, and cards that littered the floor around his bed. But the most important present he had been given was one he had held for a long time in tender hands; the same as he had given Eiji his heart, he had been offered Eiji's. Silently, without words or fanfare, but with certainty and for the rest of their lives, they were wrapped up in one another as completely as any of the gifts from the girls had been. The red ribbon of destiny tied them together tightly, and Oishi wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"So, Oishi.... What are you getting me for White Day?" Eiji asked impishly, his sapphire eyes dancing with mirth and affection.

"Baka," Oishi replied fondly, before moving downward to claim the present that Eiji had offered him. He would have to think hard and come up with something special to give Eiji. He had a month....

In the meantime, Valentine's Day was theirs, and not all the presents from all the girls in the world, nothing he would ever be giving by anyone else, Oishi was sure, could match the delight of Eiji's chocolate kisses.

Because along with the taste of sugar and sweet, Oishi could also taste something even more delicious. He could taste the love that they shared.

Chocolate kisses on Valentine's Day. Eiji had known just what to get for him after all.

*owari*