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One-shot double date ficlet

Author: Sinnatious

Words: 2,132

Summary: Tezuka and Ryoma go on a double-date with Niou and Yagyuu.

Rating: M for yaoi and Niou's bad language.

Author’s Note: RL has been sort of nuts, but amidst all the melodrama I found the time to write this silly fluffy little one-shot.  Credit to Ka0ri-chan for the prompt.  <3 Honestly, I don't think this scribble does this idea justice, but it was fun. 



Ryoma isn’t even really sure why they are doing this thing. He and Tezuka really aren’t the ‘dating’ type. Certainly not the double-dating type. And then the fact that it is with a pair of Rikkai players they have very little to do with on top of that…

All he can really figure out from the explanation forcibly wrung from his captain is that that guy Yagyuu asked him so politely Tezuka found himself unable to refuse. He wishes that he’d been there so that he could have turned them down instead. Their relationship is still new and tentative and very much a secret and how on earth the weird pair of players from Rikkai found out about it is a mystery. Ryoma is willing to bet that either Inui or Yanagi are involved. Possibly both.

With a sigh, he tugs down his cap and enters the diner. He spies Tezuka immediately and heads on over to where the three of them are standing next to a table.   He glares at the ground to cover a sudden onslaught of shyness. They’ll think him rude, but he doesn’t really care. Why couldn’t Tezuka have just been impolite for once and refused?


Ryoma glances up at the greeting, then stops and stares.

Three Tezukas stare back at him.

For a moment, he’s supremely confused – his captain never once mentioned the existence of identical brothers. Then he wonders if he’s seeing triple. After several seconds of shock his brain catches up and he remembers exactly who they’re meeting. Oh.

Ryoma's eyes narrow.  The effect makes him slightly dizzy, but he knows that if he focuses it shouldn't be that hard to pick out his Tezuka. And he needs to decide quickly, so he doesn’t look like an idiot standing there staring stupidly at three of his boyfriend.

One of the Tezukas breaks into a small smile at the sight of him. Ryoma immediately dismisses him – nothing short of winning the Nationals would make his Tezuka smile. He turns his attention to the other two, but his examination is cut short when one of them says, “Echizen, perhaps you should take your cap off before we sit down.”

He tugs the cap off obediently and immediately latches onto that Tezuka. “Che, such a stickler, Buchou.” It’s definitely his Tezuka – the phrase has been parroted to him several times before. The arm in hold is limp, however, and the other two Tezukas look stricken.

Ryoma ignores them and drags his partner to the table, but before they sit he pauses and runs his thumb experimentally across the back of the hand in his grasp. It doesn’t feel quite right – it’s just a little too small, the grip slightly too soft, the skin a little smoother than normal. This isn’t Tezuka hand.

He turns and studies the face more closely, and feels like an idiot. The frames on the glasses are thinner, the hair flatter and the jaw more feminine. He’s holding Yagyuu’s hand. 

Niou’s presumably wearing a wig and fake glasses, but Yagyuu hasn’t even done anything to try and impersonate Tezuka. Ryoma has noticed the resemblance between the two in passing before, but that’s all it is – a resemblance. Enough to fool you at a quick glance only. He was just flustered and snatched the Rikkai player’s hand without looking properly.

“You’re not Buchou,” he says.

“No,” Yagyuu agrees, but doesn’t volunteer which one is.

Huffing, he drops Yagyuu’s hand and grabs the next Tezuka, figuring through the process of elimination that this one must be his and the other Niou. He sits down; annoyed at being made a fool of. The others do the same, even though Yagyuu and Niou hesitate for a moment, appearing confused. 

“But-” Niou starts to say.

“We should just get settled,” Yagyuu advises, and Niou slowly complies.

Eventually they’re all seated, and a waitress gives them their menus, looking somewhere between delighted and terribly confused at the makeup of their table.

“Thank you for coming out to meet us like this,” Yagyuu says, but his voice is sort of odd. Ryoma has a moment of doubt and wonders if maybe Yagyuu and Niou have swapped too. His head starts to hurt, and he decides not to think about it. They’re more or less interchangeable anyway.

“Che, why are we even doing this?” He casts a bored eye on the pair across the table. They’re both looking uncomfortable, and he feels a little better about things. Maybe Niou and Yagyuu are new at this too. Tezuka leans lightly against his side, and Ryoma unthinkingly settles against him, fingers reaching out to clasp his hand under the table.

“It was… hmm…” There’s a barely restrained smile hovering on the edges of Yagyuu’s lips. “How to put it? We thought it would be interesting.”

“You wanted to play a prank, you mean,” Ryoma mutters under his breath, and nobody corrects him. He turns his attention to the menu, just as Tezuka picks it up with his free hand, holding it so that they can both read.

“We should order. What would you like, Ryoma?”

Ryoma immediately narrows his eyes and leans away, dropping the hand under the table as though it’s dirty. This wasn't right.  There’s something off about all of them. “You’re not Buchou either.” 

A single eyebrow rises. For a second, it looks as though this Tezuka is considering continuing the charade, but a moment later in Niou’s voice he asks, “What gave me away?”

Ryoma folds his arms. “Buchou doesn’t call me that.”

Niou’s mouth drops open. “You’re kidding, right?” He glances in disbelief at the Tezuka sitting across from them – the one who smiled when he first arrived, and Ryoma realises that this is the real Tezuka. “You’re not even that far yet?” His voice is quiet enough for only Ryoma to hear. “How long have you been dating?”

Hunching his shoulders, Ryoma mutters, “About five weeks I guess.” It’s 37 days precisely, but he doesn’t want to admit to knowing that.


He’s regretting agreeing to go on this stupid double date now. He knew from the very beginning it was a bad idea, and the humiliation is almost unbearable. Not only did he fail to recognise his boyfriend, but now Niou and Yagyuu are going to rub it in as well.

Niou is quiet next to him, and Ryoma fancies he can see the gears turning in his head. Suddenly, there’s an arm draped over his shoulders and Tezuka’s – no, Niou’s, he can tell it’s a wig now – face is far too close to his.

Ryoma starts to shove the arm away, but Niou grips his shoulder and tugs him closer, until he’s pressed against the larger boy’s side.  “Just play along," he murmurs into his ear.  "Trust me, I’ve got a plan."  He gives a sly look to the other two across the table, whose faces have suddenly gone rigid.

“Why should I?” he hisses under his breath. He hardly even knows this person!

Niou glances at him, and the sight of such a condescending smirk on Tezuka’s face is unsettling. “What, are ya chicken?” He pauses, then adds, “That’s right, I forgot you’re still just a little firstie.”

Ryoma is most definitely not chicken, and he doesn’t want someone only a little over a year older than him making fun of his age. “Whatever,” he scoffs. He can take anything Niou dishes out. 

The waitress brings them some water glasses, blushing when Yagyuu politely asks for more time to make their decision. Tezuka’s – Niou’s, Ryoma corrects himself – fingers dance on his arm. It tickles, but he stubbornly ignores it. It’s slightly harder to remain still when a breath of hot air wafts across his ear. The nerves all along his back start tingling.

Yagyuu clears his throat. “So, Tezuka…” he begins. “How’s Seigaku’s tennis club going since the Nationals? Have you handed it over to the juniors yet?”

“Not yet,” Tezuka replies, but his eyes are fixed firmly on the pair across the table.

Ryoma refuses to be left behind. Two can play at this game. He reaches up and lightly strokes the arm hanging down over his chest. The bare skin feels cool beneath his fingers, and Niou briefly stops, apparently surprised at the small gesture.

Emboldened and gratified by the return of control, Ryoma leans a little further into Niou’s loose embrace and starts playing with the hem of his shirt. Behind the fake glasses, cool and calculating eyes watch him. Who’s just a little firstie now? hangs unspoken in the air.

Then Ryoma is swallowing a gasp when a hand slides onto his thigh.

Stupid. He’s upped the ante, of course Niou would respond in kind. For a second, he almost forgot that it isn’t Tezuka who’s being all touchy-feely. 

“…with the monthly ranking matches?” Ryoma only catches the end of whatever Yagyuu is saying, and by the silence that greets the question, it appears he isn’t the only one. Tezuka – the real Tezuka - is still staring at them with that rigidly neutral expression.

Niou’s hand is creeping in-between his legs, and very slowly wandering higher. He almost squeaks when the fingers nearly brush his groin, but smothers the embarrassing sound before it can escape. Even Yagyuu abandons all pretences at normalcy now, watching with a detached sort of curiosity as Ryoma squirms, but the heavy arm around his shoulder stops him from moving away.

Niou acts as though he’s just playing, but Ryoma is starting to become uncomfortable and regrets agreeing to go along with this stupid charade. He hasn’t even done anything like this with Tezuka yet – they’ve only gone as far as holding hands or leaning into each other. He’s been patient and waited for his captain to make the next move, but now all that isn’t going to matter and damn it he should have just stopped Tezuka that other time and done it himself then but-

Suddenly, he’s wrenched away and pulled to his feet. Niou lets go without a fight, leaning back and crossing his legs. Ryoma glances up, and Tezuka’s mouth is set into a thin line. “Bathroom, now,” he says in the voice he normally uses for ordering laps.

There’s no time to question as Tezuka drags him by his arm to the toilets – Ryoma is practically tripping over his feet as he tries to keep up. The door slams open, and he’s pushed against the far wall between the hand dryer and the stalls. “What-”

Ryoma doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Tezuka suddenly smothers him, pressing their lips together hungrily. His head knocks against the cold tiles, but a second later a hand is there, cushioning it and holding him firmly in place. Tezuka’s other hand can’t seem to decide where it wants to be – his shoulder, his stomach, his chest, his arm.

It isn’t quite how he expected to get his first kiss, but Ryoma gladly drowns in it.

They break for air, stare at each other for only a second, and then close the distance again. It’s a weird sensation, but Ryoma wants more of it, and Tezuka apparently does too. They press against each other, uncertain what to do with their hands but none of that matters and Ryoma thinks that maybe Tezuka is trying to eat him alive but he returns the favour eagerly.

“We’re leaving,” Tezuka murmurs against his lips somewhere during the fourth or fifth kiss – it’s hard to count when they all seem to blend together. That spare hand is running up his leg now, and Ryoma dizzily wonders if maybe Tezuka is still out there in the restaurant and this is someone else, because the captain has never been so forward before.

“Okay,” he agrees in a daze. The part of him that is still lucid remembers to ask, “What about-”

“They’ll be fine.” Tezuka pulls away and grasps Ryoma’s wrist, leading him back out of the restroom and into the diner again.


“I couldn’t stand it.” Tezuka admits under his breath, in a tone of voice that suggests he doesn’t want to discuss it ever again. Ryoma falls silent, but there’s a smile hovering on the edges of his lips. Who would have thought that a little jealousy was all it took to get his stiff and formal captain to act?

Yagyuu and Niou are still at the booth, sharing a giant chocolate milkshake. Yagyuu gives them a knowing look as Tezuka bows curtly in their general direction, and Niou delivers a discreet thumbs-up as Ryoma is led to the door.

It was a very short double date. Ryoma idly wonders if maybe he can convince Yagyuu and Niou to go out with them again sometime.



( 20 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 30th, 2008 02:27 pm (UTC)
I LOOOOOOOOOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as I always love everything you write ^_____^!!!!!!!
Oct. 1st, 2008 11:10 am (UTC)
Sep. 30th, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC)
It's been too long since I have read PoT!fic. And who doesn't love the idea of three Tezukas? *__________*

Keep that chin up! RL will settle back into the normal, boring state that it is. Gambatte!
Oct. 1st, 2008 11:04 am (UTC)
Soera wrote a really good TezRyo one just a week or so ago! I highly recommend it if you need a fix! <3

It was so tempting to turn this into a Tezuka harem fic or something. :P I mean, THREE TEZUKAS. How could you not just pass out?
Sep. 30th, 2008 04:55 pm (UTC)
Aaaaw...three Tezuka *squeal*...was that the first time that Tezuka really smile at seeing Ryoma...I just love when Tezuka get jealous cause he let his control goes *grin widely*...it's awesome, Sinn. ^__^
Oct. 1st, 2008 11:07 am (UTC)
Thanks! ^__^ You may have noticed I have a weakness for lost-control super-seme Tezuka, glad to see I am not the only one who thinks such a Tezuka is awesome. ;)
Sep. 30th, 2008 10:45 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha, "You're not Buchou." Poor Tezuka, gets dismissed at first glance. XD He should know better than to confuse people by smiling!

Great ficlet. Totally made my day. Hope to see more PoT stuff from you soon~

Oct. 1st, 2008 11:09 am (UTC)
I might briefly wander into other fandoms, but I still have a couple of PoT projects on the boil (it's hard to get away from it). <3 Glad you enjoyed it. ^___^
Oct. 1st, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)
AAAAH. Ryoma ,you are so shady. Possessive Tezuka is always so fun to read, sicne he's always so controlled.
Oct. 1st, 2008 11:09 am (UTC)
Oct. 1st, 2008 03:08 am (UTC)
ahahahahaha Awesome.
Oct. 1st, 2008 10:22 pm (UTC)

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Oct. 5th, 2008 05:12 am (UTC)
You may totally friend me. Here, I'll break the ice. *friends*.

Apologies for brain breakage. :D
Oct. 28th, 2008 08:13 pm (UTC)
Pfffff, Ryoma no baka.. not being able to recognize his Buchou... tzk, tzk...Anyhoez...
That was lovely! Your fics are wonderful as always [I has been stalking you reading your fics for some time now, and finally decided to tell you just how good you are. Actually, you're great!^^]
Oct. 29th, 2008 11:13 am (UTC)
You flatter me too much, but thank you for delurking with your kind words. <3
Nov. 5th, 2008 11:55 pm (UTC)
You flatter me too much

Hmmm, do you really think so? I don't. I actually rather enjoy your writing style, and usually find myself reading your stories even if I'm not familiar with the particular fandom they're about... [Like 'Universe Roulette', for instance. I had told myself that I wouldn't read it, since I have a lot of work to do(and I've never seen or read anything about Haruhi Suzumiya before), and yet, I went and printed the whole thing out, so I can read it at the first chance I get.......]
Nov. 6th, 2008 11:47 am (UTC)
Ooops. You probably wasted your paper there. That one's a bit of a dud - definitely not the sort of thing you should be introduced to Haruhi Suzumiya with! (And definitely not at the expense of study). I would heartily recommend you watch The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya sometime though - it was quite interesting, definitely a top-ten sort of show.
Nov. 13th, 2008 05:36 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, that was just too good. I love me a possessive Tezuka~
Nov. 9th, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
Why am I so sad that Ryoma didn't instantly know which one was his Tezuka? ;___;

Oh well. It was clever and funny (and embarrassing, poor Ryo-kun) at the same time.
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