Once Upon A Time...
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic is YAOI [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content] and is FOR ADULTS ONLY.
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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There once was a boy named Sendoh. A very perverted boy named Sendoh. Who had a very perverted crush on his not-so-perverted best-friend Koshino. What was he to do about such perverted thoughts? Well, for fear of destroying their friendship, nothing.
Well, nothing, that is, except for nicking his brother's gay porn magazines and, er, 'reading' them avidly.
*cough cough*
But little did he know that one day, such escapism would eventually bring him into direct confrontation with the reality of his dilemma.
"Hey what’s that you're reading?"
Sendoh whirled around, hastily closing his brother's magazine and sitting on it.
"Kosh! Don't you know how to knock before you come into a person's room?" he screeched uncharacteristically.
"Oooooh, now I gotta know." Koshino grinned, a look entering his eye that Sendoh knew very well... The look that told him he wasn't going to escape until Koshino had his way.
He began sweating profusely, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he desperately tried to think up a way out of his situation, to no avail. All he could think about was how thankful he was for his baggy pants.
Poor Sendoh.
What was he to do?
This would surely be the end of his most treasured, lifelong-since-birth relationship with his best friend.
Meanwhile, as Sendoh was having a mental breakdown, Koshino stood hands on hips, tapping his foot impatiently.
And then he attacked.
"Tickle fight!!!"
Oh God.
Sendoh fought to remain on top of the incriminating magazine as his body instinctively curled up around itself against the onslaught of fingers against his ribs. It was a valiant struggle, but he lost miserably. And thoroughly conquered, he found himself flat on his back… with Koshino straddling him in victory.
Poor, poor Sendoh.
But Koshino was completely oblivious to Sendoh's discomfort, triumphantly flipping through the pages of the magazine he had won in battle.
It wasn't too long though, before the look of triumph vanished from Koshino's face, to be replaced with wide open eyes and a jaw dropped in shock.
Koshino looked down at Sendoh speechlessly, and then realising the position they were in he hastily jumped off the spikey-haired boy.
But instead of fleeing for his life as Sendoh expected he would, the other boy didn't go far, instead sitting down on the bed and eyeing Sendoh warily.
And then slowly Koshino's eyes returned to the magazine.
Sendoh sat up, nervously running his hand through his floppy hair, awaiting the other boy's judgement.
Finally, Koshino cleared his throat.
"Um… where did you get this?"
"My brother."
"Oh."
Koshino flipped another page.
Then opened his mouth to speak again.
"Why did you get this?"
Sendoh looked away.
"Because."
Koshino swallowed.
"...Oh." he said, understanding.
He turned to another page. A very graphic one.
"Oh." he said again, even more softly.
The silence thickened, and Sendoh watched his friend anxiously.
Koshino flipped another page, just as graphic than the last, and drew in a sharp breath.
Tensely he waited for Koshino's inevitible freak out, but to Sendoh's amazement, it never came. Confused, he examined the other boy more closely, trying to work out what was happening...
And then he saw the bulge in Koshino's shorts.
No way.
His body moving of its own volition, Sendoh crawled forward to sit closer to the other boy.
Koshino was so engrossed in the magazine that he didn't even flinch at the shift.
Emboldened by this, Sendoh quickly reached down in between Koshino's legs, cupping his hand against the other boy's crotch.
Koshino gasped softly, his eyes rolling back and lids closing at the unexpected sensation of Sendoh's palm pressed against the hard bulge in his pants.
Seizing the moment Sendoh slid his hand inside Koshino's shorts, holding another boy's cock for the first time in his life.
Koshino hissed in his breath at the touch, but made no sign of protest.
Slowly Sendoh began to pump his hand.
The other boy gasped in response, reaching up to grab at Sendoh's shirt and biting his lip as his breathing became heavier.
Encouraged, Sendoh began to pump his hand faster, and Koshino began moaning softly in the back of his throat.
Somehow the two of them started moving, leaning backwards to lie down on the bed. Sendoh didn't know if it was Koshino doing it or if he was guiding Koshino, but eventually he was stretched out alongside the other boy, pillowing the back of Koshino's head with his free arm while his other hand kept it's rhythm.
Somewhere in the back of Sendoh's mind he registered just how hard he was as well, and that he was probably pressing himself insistently against the other boy's leg, but it didn’t matter. Koshino's eyes were still shut tight as he lost himself in sensation, and absolutely fascinated, Sendoh ate up the expression of utter pleasure on the other boy's face and the never-before-heard sounds coming out of his mouth.
Soon those moans grew louder, and Koshino turned towards Sendoh to bury the sound into his chest. Then suddenly a deep shudder went through the other boy's body, a strangled sound came out of his throat, and Sendoh felt wetness spray all over his hand.
Still entranced, Sendoh watched Koshino as he regained his senses, slowly opening his eyes. Gaze locking on to Sendoh, the other boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then the next moment Koshino's eyelids drooped closed again... and the other boy was asleep.
Sendoh let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
Had that really happened just now?
And had he really gotten away with it?
Almost.
As he tried to move he realized that Koshino had fallen asleep on his arm, and Sendoh sure didn't want to wake him for fear of incurring the other boy's well-deserved wrath.
Sendoh sighed in exasperation, his free hand coming up to push back his hair out of his eyes. He was just going to have to stay where he was for now, no matter what kind of violence Koshino would do to him when he woke up, or no matter how much he wanted to take care of his own 'needs' at the moment.
Resigned, Sendoh settled back to sleep it off as well.
* * *
"EW!!"
Sendoh woke up startled by the loud exclamation.
"What?" he said, bedraggled and confused.
"Your hair!" Koshino exclaimed.
"What?!" Sendoh repeated, reaching up and feeling an unfamiliar formation on top of his head. In an instant he was in front of the mirror, examining the travesty that he had brought upon himself by forgetting to wash his hand before running his cum-sticky fingers though his hair. His once soft floppy locks where now standing straight up in stiff, pointy, spikes.
"Ew." Sendoh repeated.
"Actually..." Koshino said, coming up behind Sendoh in the mirror, "I kinda like it." the other boy said, wrapping his arms around Sendoh's waist from behind and nuzzling the back of his neck.
A slow smile began to spread across Sendoh's face.
And that is the story of how Sendoh discovered his trademark spikey-haired hairstyle.
Well... It's also how Sendoh began earning himself the reputation of a hentai.
~ owari
A/N: After whipping out a new RuKo in a day, I figured I should have a go at some of my old half-finished fics, and after carrying this idea around for years I finally got it out. Yatta! And yes this fic was directly inspired by the movie 'There's Something About Mary'.
completed March 30 '08 ~ revised Jan 3 '09