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Warning: Chapter contains sexual content, view at your own discretion

Chapter Four: Fifteen to Love, Advantage; Heartbreak

-Most of the advice is not for making a guy fall in love with you, it's for making a guy fall in lust with you.

Sakuno could feel the beating drum of her heart against her rib cage. Her senses heightened by a tenfold; she could see the contours of his muscles, smell the mint in his aftershave and feel the warmth seeping through his body heat.

He was here, alone, with her. In a relatively small locker room…alone…with her.

Oh God.

A blush rose to her cheeks. The opportunity couldn't be more perfect, but she couldn't feel as excited as she should have been.

He'd been avoiding her, and now he was alone with her. He had been avoiding her for a reason already known to her, but now she had him alone. With God knows how much time she could use to make this work.

But the chattering in her knees kept her from letting the words escape her lips, tongue pressed to her cheek.

How was she supposed to act around him? This was the real deal, this could either make or break her chances with him, there were so many things she could say, shouldn't say.

She'd been dying for this moment to happen, and now that it was here she had no darn clue what to do!

Her breath came in shallow huffs and she fingered the ponytail running down her back.

"Since when don't you wear braids?" His tone was flat and his eyes didn't reach hers, looking straight ahead.

She kept her eyes on him stupidly before sputtering to answer him.

"I-I-I dunno, why?" He shrugged.

"Curious"

She looked pleasantly shocked. Some people were just so easily amused. If he could, he would probably spend his time locked in here napping, but he had to be aware for two reasons:

In case someone passed, he'd signal he was here

And he didn't feel…comfortable per se just falling asleep around her.

"O-oh, um, I guess a little after summer ended. It really is a lot easier to manage; pl-plus it takes a while to braid my hair." She stuttered only twice, good sign, good sign.

A gruff 'Hn' answered her. That was okay though, because she really couldn't expect him to be chatty. It was a pretty terrible situation to be in; she supposed he wasn't exactly in a happy mood.

It was probably already eight in the evening, the sky outside was dark and dusty, and here they were, trapped together in a dimly lit room, the timid predator and the formidable prey.

Her pondering led to her thought of reason badgering her conscious.

She couldn't possibly do anything here, after all that had happened that week, she couldn't take the risk of making a bigger fool out of herself. And she was sure if she had to stay here for too long with him then she would do something she would regret.

Oh Kami, she couldn't stay here alone with him, she had no control of herself! What if he did that cute looking glare and she lost it? What if he thought she came on too strong? She surely would at this rate!

Sakuno jumped up, surprising Ryoma momentarily before he eyed her warily. She rushed to the door of the locker room and started knocking.

"Don't you think that someone would notice us more if we made noise?" Her voice cracked and it was obvious she was nervous.

"Security guards come here on a late shift; it'd be smarter to wait until then to start knocking. You should know that." He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall with his arms behind his head.

She looked down bashfully and racked her brain for more ideas. The tennis prince sighed and flipped her phone in his hand after grabbing it from the top of her bag.

"Can't you text?"

"I need signal for it to send…what about your phone?"

"Dead." Next time Momo-sempai wanted to text his little Fudomine girlfriend, he'd do it on some other person's damned phone.

She was silent for a second before she smiled shakily at him.

"O-Oh…, well, we'll get out of here somehow, right Ryoma-kun!"

He 'hn'-ed back. They just had to be patient, too bad she was just a stressful girl. She probably wouldn't stop freaking out until he magically poofed them out of the damn room.

FHSUUMMMMMMMMMMM!

Squeak!

Sakuno jumped out of her skin and clung to the nearest wall in fear.

Sakuno clung to the wall in paralysis. The nails digging into the fabric of the wall loosened once the sound faded away.

Mou, how warm…

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Inui was never a man known to be superstitious. No, not at all. Everything had a logical reasoning and one, as the captain said, always had to keep their guard up.

However, as Eiji walked in circles on his hands, Inui couldn't help but feel a cold, piercing chill ride all the way up his spine. The man's glasses gleamed as soon as the cold subsided, and for all the reasons unexplainable by science, his eyes were glued on the path leading back to the high school.

The birds flew and the small paved trail leading from the street courts to the courtyard near the school grew ominous. Inui raised his brow and, to his surprise, saw the tensai gazing in the same direction with a pleasant smile adorning his face. His eyes opened momentarily before shutting close into the classical smile Fuji was known for.

Inui was befuddled. Fuji's smile widened he and bounced the ball on his racquet.

"My, how foreboding"

Inui could only nod.

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Ryoma stiffened his entire body erect before falling to the floor with all defenses on the alert.

Dammit, she was on him.

Ryoma felt the muscle in his jaw flinch when he felt the sudden body heat entrap him in its grip and the pain in his shoulder from falling. He only had a second to think of how over dramatic she was for getting scared over the air conditioner before he was cut off mid-thought by her body plastering itself over his chest.

He looked straight ahead at the spot on the wall.

"Get off"

After her state of sudden shock, she blanked out and felt herself craving the heat of the wall. All sounds went in one ear and out the other.

It smelled so good…

He was anticipating the rush of air to spread over his chest once she retracted her claws, but he wasn't anticipating soft fabric covered globes smothering into the planes of his chest.

Why wasn't she moving, couldn't she speak Japanese? She needed to get off, needed to get off right now.

Goosebumps rose on his back when he felt her breath fan his collarbone.

"Ryuzaki" She looked up dazed with a flush from the heat dusting over cheeks. She had to understand that when the air's turned off, you don't jump on people for heat.

"Ryuzaki, get off" The gloss faded from her eyes at the sound of his voice and she practically catapulted herself off.

Oh-My-God, she just jumped on Ryoma Echizen. She almost panicked when she saw him wince slightly and grab his shoulder. Why on earth was it so hot in this room?

Ryoma sat down hesitantly, prepared for any other stupid mistakes she did. Ryuzaki was the epitome of anti graceful.

No, now was not the time to focus on the girl. Look away, look at the wall, the wall is your friend, the wall is something you can practice tennis on…

Minutes on the clock ticked away and not for a moment did his eyes stray from the spot on the wall. Sakuno's heart was turbulent as it beat erratically and her head was swimming with his scent and aesthetic appeal. The air around her became muskier and Ryoma seemed to tense if only slightly. The entire room was thick with awkwardness and sudden tension.

She had jumped on Ryoma…

She was on him, could feel his skin

God, he was so warm…

Ryoma-kun…

He looked even better in the dim lighting; each shadow darkened his face and his cat like eyes were golden and bright with vigilance.

Her chest was tight and the blood rushed in her ears.

Need gripped her and she could feel it in her body. She had been so close to him, close the way she wanted to be. He hid it well, but her body was sensitive to all his movements. He was battling a losing war. She spotted the glisten forming on his collar bone from the lack of air and she felt need grip her violently.

For once, she couldn't find the decency to do as Ryoma-kun said.

She strode over to his side and before he could rebuttal she promptly told him to remove his shirt.

His 'no' was sharp and brisk. She slid her fingers over the edge of his shoulder and pushed. He flinched barely noticeably.

"What are you—" She worked her fingers over his sore shoulder. He tried to shove his shoulder away but her fingers pressing rhythmically against his skin stopped him. She spoke and her voice was low but shy.

"Cold cream should stop the swelling. Gomen, Ryoma-kun, I got scared and now you're hurt"

"I'm fine"

"You're not"

She sounded annoyingly concerned enough; this at least was more like her, his eyes shifted to her fingers gingerly massaging his shoulder. He knew better than to underestimate people. His eyes shifted back to her blankly and he shook her off.

Ryoma's eyes widened when she spoke, her high pitched feminine voice lowered octaves. Her voice was the breath of a whisper and husky to his ears, throaty and soft.

"You should let me help you…" She spoke smooth like butter "Ryoma-kun"

What the hell was she doing? And why did he feel dizzy just listening to her? This was too weird for his taste; this was taking him way too far from his comfort zone.

She met his eyes with her own, her iris drunk with desire. He looked her over calculatingly and she smiled.

His eyes narrowed when she ran her finger up the length of his neck,

Had she been planning this?

Almost as quickly as you could blink, Ryoma flipped them over and hovered over her on the bench.

Movements of her tongue…

He was dying to try…

Lost inside her ecstasy…

There had been few times in his life Ryoma could say he'd been genuinely pissed off; right now he was livid.

She dare put his tennis career at stake? She dare?

How could he let himself be so affected by her? How did she manage to get to him in such short time? NO ONE ever got to him. He glared at her surprised face.

"What are you doing?" The curtness in his voice shook her out of her reverie.

"Go-Gomen Ryoma-kun, I…"

Despite the fire she could see in his bright eyes, he was nonchalant and composed. She couldn't even think of how easily he found her out.

"Why?"

She breathed, "I think you know why"

In the back of her mind, she was fully aware that she had lost it. The shock had her mouth answering automatically, she was spitting verbal nonsense!

He glared at her harshly and her chest knotted up. She had never been so scared of Ryoma before, he looked menacing. She had wanted to pay attention to him, she knew she deserved every lashing he gave her, but she couldn't help but zone out at the smooth vibrations of his voice.

Her breathing quickened.

"No, actually, I don't. Mada made dane Ryuzaki, why don't you let me know why you're trying to sabotage me."

Sheesh, he was dense, but then again so was she. They were a pair of fools.

She could almost laugh, but didn't dare.

"You wish," her whisper floated through the room. Oh God, she was doing it again but she couldn't stop. The words just kept spilling out like clockwork.

"Ryoma-kun…"

Ryoma froze,

"This has nothing to do with tennis."

His jaw ticked; this mere slip of a girl thought she could get the best of him. He lowered his face to the point where his nose was touching hers.

"Oh really?"

Sakuno wet her lips and slight moisture touched Ryoma's. Her face burned and she could feel the cells in her brain start to fry.

"Not. A. Thing"

"Whatever the hell you're trying to pull is annoying and distracting, so it ends here" And his brilliant arrogance shone through his reprimand.

Her eyes met his in challenge, willing them to stay open and not shut from the euphoria his heat was causing her body to feel.

"You're the one who got distracted" It was a surprise she could manage to come up with an intelligible response, seeing as the proximity of jade haired boy had her senses foggy and her blood hot.

From the far focus in her mind, she could see his eyes narrow and a light scowl marring his calm demeanor.

He forced himself to shrug his shoulders and try to get himself away from her as soon as possible since he was one step closer to maiming her. He had nothing to prove to her, she wasn't worth it.

"You're playing games with the wrong person"

Sakuno was swimming in a pool of rabid emotion, she was overflowing with feelings. She wanted nothing more than to pull him back so she can relish in his heat or to cry because of how scared she was of him at the moment. He had a look of hate in his eyes and god; it was so scary to think that she had gone too far to go back now.

She felt her eyes start to sting and she was overwhelmed by the flush covering her aroused body and the unnatural urge to cry all at the same moment.

She felt him shrug and back away and she was desperate to make him stay. She needed something, anything.

"I've hardly done anything to upset you this much. I guess you're a lot easier to beat than I thought"

He was so close to calming himself back down, to regaining his nonchalant and controlled attitude until the fatal words left her mouth. His eyes snapped open and god damn him, he lunged himself on her lips. Anything, anything to make her shut up.

Sakuno's eyes shot open.

His lips worked over hers, pushing and demanding and completely asphyxiating.

She hadn't counted on this at all.

She felt broken when his lips slammed into hers. She felt punished and dirty and hurt rather than the elation she thought she would feel when he kissed her. However, her traitorous body was enjoying every minute of it. His kiss became more bruising and rough when her hips pushed into his. She wanted to play games? That was fine, because Ryoma Echizen never ever lost.

He grabbed her wrists and held them next to either side of her head when the sensation of anger intensified to domineering. She mewled beneath his lips and fruitlessly struggled under his iron grip.

Both of them could feel the heat and the sweat start to spread through their bodies. The coil of tension duplicated when they became hungry for each other. Their skin melded into each other and each pawed at the other like the lust craved teenagers they were.

Ryoma completely lost his channel of thought when all of his frustrations poured themselves into her pores and her tongue clashed with his. Their actions were fully deprived of thought and driven solely on consummative instincts. Ryoma had long released one of her wrists in favor of tracing her body, gripping whatever parts made her moan the loudest. His hand left scorching marks on her stomach on their journey to her bountiful flesh. His fingers found the skin beneath her sports bra and she whimpered in sensitivity. Deep in the darker side of his subconscious, he'd been dying to mold her breasts since he felt them against his chest.

His hand encased her breast and the plane of his palm rubbed into the rosy bud that stood against the velvety and firm flesh. He felt her groan from the back of her throat and her vocal reaction almost pushed him over the proverbial edge; the point of no return.

Before he fell into the darkness of his desires completely, his sharp hearing caught the sounds of jingling. He had control again.

Sakuno fell submissive to his will. Everything he touched felt like fire and ice and his hands and tongue controlled her body. She obeyed his wish and abided to his law of dominance. She suddenly felt like she was being seduced, like he knew her body better than she herself did. His hand snaked onto her palpably virgin flesh, and despite the warning bells in her head telling her this was far enough, she was victim to the strength of her desire. Although purely carnal pleasure racked her body, her heart cried against him. She silenced the cries, drowning herself in his scent. This was her idea, she caused this. She wanted this…didn't she?

She told her inner voice to shut up and enjoy it while it was there. With her free hand she reached for Ryoma and clawed over the pant material covering his groin. He stopped for a fraction of a second before reaching under her skirt in a speed unknown to man. His fingers invaded her sanctuary and he silenced her cry of ecstasy with his lips. He worked her through the cotton of her damp panties until her bones were a useless heap and the coiling of her body was almost let loose.

She felt so close, so close. Her faint mind was gone and buried and her body only understood that she was reaching, almost touching…

And then he stopped. Sakuno's body couldn't have felt more anguish; the pulsating was past pain. Her mind was mush and she only comprehended that her body was displeased. Her head and build were heavy and her breathing was labored. Her hazy thoughts fluttered over his last words. He touched her jaw with his nose and trailed up to her ear, breathing huskily;

"I think I won your little game."

Her eyes shot open. Her body couldn't catch up to her thoughts and she could only muster a measly glare.

He tore himself from her and walked towards the door, demanding his erection away. He kicked the wall and waited for the knocking on the door.

"Hey, is anyone there!?"

Sakuno's mouth was agape in shock. She should have known. Her mind tuned out the sound of Ryoma's drawling voice explaining to the security guard that they'd been trapped inside the room.

She smiled ruefully, sitting upright despite the temporary uselessness of her body. She should have known.

"Right?" She lifted her head up to see a man with a flashlight and a uniform looking at her expectantly. She looked at Ryoma to see him completely avoiding her gaze and she nodded.

"Oh, well, alright then. It's already late, make sure to contact your parents, they're probably worried sick. You kids must be tired so go home; we'll file a report tomorrow."

Somehow, she couldn't have expected him to surrender that easily, there was always a catch.

Ryoma had the security escort her home, making up the excuse that he lived in the opposite direction. She said nothing.

The man kept asking why her knees were so buckled and she lied also. All through the walk home, she kept silently to herself.

She was foolish to forget even for a moment what they were there for. It was her fault; she was the one who initiated the entire thing.

She was the one who made him angry.

She was the one was able to focus his attention on something besides tennis.

She was the one who got what she wanted.

That was exactly what she thought she wanted.

A single tear snaked down her cheek.

This was her "game"

And Ryoma Echizen never, ever lost.

Fifteen to love, advantage; Echizen.

-Warnings: Not everyone can be seduced

Seduction is the psychological manipulation of the mind for romantic purposes. No matter the amount of lust the man can feel for you, if he feels not even a tinge of affection, then all attempts are fruitless.

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TBC

Oh my bejeezus, I'm finally done. Almost a month later. Yeah sorry for the long wait, it seems the updates keep taking longer and longer. Once again, I'm sorry. Unfortunately, I have a very time consuming existence during the weekdays. I try though.

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