In The Zone
by the diggler
Warnings: This ficlet is a YAOI lemon [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY]. And it is very dark and nasty. Mitsui is NOT a nice guy here.
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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I'm on top of the world.
Well, to be more accurate, I’m on top of Rukawa Kaede. And what a sight that is, his legs up in the air, his normally expressionless face twisted into a grimace of pain and pleasure as he yelps like a bitch. Mmmm... My own personal sex toy. This is so much better than playing with myself.
Which I used to do a lot.
Yep, I was addicted. But I couldn't help myself really. Back then, I needed an escape... from all the bullshit, all the crap... and having a nice big orgasm took me away from everything.
Like basketball used to.
No thinking, just pure physical movement.
In the zone.
So when that got taken away, what else could I do?
The crux was, even when I came back to the team, I couldn't get back in the zone. Talk about frustration. And Rukawa... he was there, he was in the zone, my zone.
So somehow I ended up hiding in the dark behind the bleachers every night, touching myself as I watched him... watched him go there, where the world faded away, where nothing else mattered.
I had to get back there. I had to get back in control of my life.
One second I was behind the bleachers, the next I was pushing him to the floor, shoving my cock in his sweet, sweet ass.
And then I was coming freely right there on the free throw line and nothing else in the world fucking mattered anymore.
In the zone again.
And of course, he loved it.
"Onegai! Onegai!" he begs like a bitch too. But he knows it's useless. He knows that no matter what he says or does, I'll have my own way with him.
I am in control here. This is my zone. My world. And I'm on top of it.
~ owari
Jan 03 '08