"CONSTANT CRAVING".
A Slam-Dunk lemon fanfic by Minako.

Yeah, a cheesy title, don't you think?  But I liked how did it sound,
and as it's my fic, I'll keep it. I love the ballad of K.D. Lang
(God saves her - hers it's one of the most sensous songs I've ever
heard) and I think that's a very important factor in the story: the
way Fujima silently, but constantly, craved over Hanagata in the
beginning of the story, thus causing the situation...


Minako: Eeeeh, you Hentai, don't look at me like that, I haven't
done it yet!

Sakuragi: Hahahaha, why am I not surprised, Minako-chan!

Minako: With THAT same mouth you kiss your kitsune?  And also, this
is a Fujima-Hanagata story.  Who has invited you here, baka do'aho?

Sakuragi: TEMEEEE!!

Rukawa: Do'aho, don't be so rude to a * shiver * girl.  You better
come.

Sakuragi: Kitsune! Let go!

* Rukawa pulls Hanamichi out of the scene before he reaches to a
scared-to-death Minako, who sweatdrops *


I will just ask the readers of both genders for three things:

1) If you're going to critic this, be respectful and keep online
etiquette.  Yosh, I'm a girl, so writing something Hentai took
many of my precious time.  I won't accept futile or rude remarks
about my efforts.  C&C here: oniwabanshu_tomboy@yahoo.com
1) PERVERTS stay out!  This is a lemon-scented love story more
than a fuck-fuck-fuck fic.  I agree with Jeff Deuce, Sarah Nyugen
and Vegeta about this point.  So if you want more XXX than the one
I'm disposed to give (i.e. a nude pic of me like someone requested
to a girl who wrote a Rurouni Kenshin lemon), I'll delete your mail
without any second thoughts...  

1) Wanna have my fic in your page, you little Hentai? *giggles*
Just ask me first, and tell me the URL to your page so I can check
how the thing turned out. I'd like to be sure that you're honest
and not going just to steal my work.  I've written my e-mail up
there, so there are NO excuses for not doing it.

My apologies to Inoue-sensei, K.D. Lang-chan (the owners of the
trademarks for Slam Dunk and the song 'Constant...') and the
non-Hentai fans.  And for the Hentai, respectful fans...
Okaeri (Welcome)

---

The 17-year-old boys were in the shower stalls, cleaning themselves
up after the long practice.  The warm water felt wonderful, running
down their tired muscles and their sweaty skins.

They didn't have time to take a hot bath like they used to do since
first year, due to the time loss the longer-than-usual practice
meant.  The other teammates were gone, also, and Fujima knew what
kind of feelings assaulted him every time he saw Hanagata naked
when they were both alone.

The object of his thoughts was yet rinsing his black hair off,
shampoo foam and soapsuds all over his shoulders, neck and face.  He
smiled, eyes closed, and lifted his face up to let the water do the
rest with his 197 cms tall, lovely-built body.

Fujima blushed beet red and looked away.  After that, he turned the
warm water off... and instead, turned the cold water key on.  The
reaction that a part of his body experimented, forced him to do so.


Kenji didn't go out of the shower until Hanagata was out of sight.
As he did, Fujima quickly turned the water off and stepped out,
taking his towel to dry himself.

As he brushed the towel against *that* part, he cursed himself
again for being so naive.  He was about to let his emotions and
desires arise again.  If the center of his team knew what his
captain and coach had in mind, he'd reject him for sure.


Hanagata Toru was always such a serious person, yet so kind in
the inside.  Since he remembered, he always cared about the
others, sometimes even forgetting about himself.

And that was what made him, Fujima Kenji, hopelessly fall in
love with the Shoyo center.

His mind didn't let him tell.  Yet the truth was in his red
cheeks and in that hard on he hid quickly under the cold water.


He had a deep crush on Hanagata.
He loved the caring, tender person he was.
He craved over his huge, flexible body.
But...


Secretly cursing again, Fujima ended drying his body and dressed.
Boxers and school pants might help to restrict this truth.

"Fujima".

That voice.  It was sweeter than a ballad to him.

"Ne, Hanagata.  I'm getting out yet".

"I thought you've fallen asleep in there".

"I'm not Rukawa". 

(Couldn't help but making him say something like that... ^_^).

"...".

"Can you wait a bit more, hey?".

"... Fujima".

"WHAT?!", he snapped.  

This was getting weird.

"... Are you okay?  Your voice's wavering".

DAMMIT!

"... Daijobu (I'm okay)", he quickly lied.  

Not wanting to worry Hanagata, Fujima took the towel and dried his
brown hair, blaming the wetness of his eyes on the shampoo foam that
might have hurt them.


He, nevertheless, shook violently as he felt Hanagata's hand placed
on his shoulder.

"Fujima.  You're my best friend... Tell me what's in your mind".

What? Tell him? He'd prefer to die or be slowly tortured!!

And in that moment, a sudden sea wind, one of those cold breezes
that pierce cells, penetrated in the locker thanks to the open door.
Reflexively, searching for something warmer, Fujima snuggled to
Hanagata, and at the same time braced himself. Confounded, Hanagata
didn't react, just stood there.

"Fujima...".

Fujima realized, however, and in a split second jerked away.

"Gomen (sorry), Hanagata.  I was just too cold...".

"What?  Fujima, were you CRYING!?".

It was true.  The tears he tried to confine in his eyes, which rolled
down his cheeks in the brief moment he closed them as he searched for
Hanagata's warmth like a child searched for his mother's, were enough
to reveal all.  And the despair of finding this out gave Fujima the
courage to do what he dreamed of for a long, long time...

"What's the problem, Fu... MMMPH!".

Fujima stood over his tiptoes, wrapped his arms around Hanagata, and
kissed his lips fully.  It was a frenzied, very forceful liplock, the
one that haunted Fujima in every moment, along with the words 'You'll
never dare to kiss him like that!!'.

Hanagata tried to break the kiss, but Fujima anticipated this, as a
good coach always does.  He quickly moved his arms up to Hanagata's
neck and pulled him down and closer while introducing his tongue into
his love's mouth.  Hanagata moaned and arched his back down,
involuntarily reacting to Fujima's actions - when he pulled away.

"Nani?! (what)...".

Fujima turned his back, head down, his body shaking uncontrollably.
He broke down then, wrapping his arms around himself and falling onto
his knees, sobbing.

"I'm sorry Hanagata... so sorry... I know this has shocked you to
death... but it's the truth nonetheless and I can't deny it anymore...
My heart was about to explode in my chest... I bet my feelings are
horrible, I shouldn't be confessing that I'm in love with a person
of my own gender... that I'm a... an oka... okama (fag)...".


Then Hanagata walked to Fujima, and...  he knelt down and wrapped his
arms around the trembling Shoyo coach's waist.

"... Hanagata?".

Fujima tried to turn back but Hanagata didn't let him.  His fingers
took Fujima's chin very gently and tilted his face upwards, as he
leaned down and covered Fujima's cherry lips with his own.


Fujima couldn't believe his good luck.  Hoping it was the last dream 
of his life, he closed his eyes, determinated not to wake up from it.
Never.

Hanagata inclined his back to have some balance, shifting his hips
behind slightly.  This made Fujima arch his back too, but he just
could do it a bit, as Hanagata regained equilibrium and embraced
him from behind with an arm, the other hand still on his chin.

Without a wall or something to have a base, it'd be really difficult
to do it without losing all your balance, but a flexible man like
Hanagata resisted, and they remained in this sitting position
without unlocking their mouths, Hanagata's free hand softly stroking
Fujima's belly, Fujima looping an arm around Hanagata's neck.

Though this brought a lot of sensations and pleasurable feelings to
Fujima, his back was soring.  However, before he even did anything,
Hanagata broke the kiss, breathing hard, Fujima still in his arms.


"Fuji... I mean, Kenji...".

Fujima shivered again.  Hanagata was calling him Kenji. By his
name...  Then, it wasn't a dream!

"Kenji, is it right...?".

Oh no, he prayed.  Hope he didn't make anything wrong...

"This is no place...".

Fujima finally smiled, as he understood the meaning of his words.  He
wasn't willing to lose this wonderful chance.

"I'm home alone for this weekend, so let's go to my house...
Toru-kun".


---


This wasn't Hanagata's first time in Fujima's tiny apartment near to
the seaside, one of the wealthiest zones of Kanagawa.  It was such a
small place, that in his first visit he already knew where every
little thing was.

"Kenji?", he asked as the owner disappeared into his bedroom.

"I'm making sure that everything's okay... Hope my sister didn't make
a mess of my room before we got here...".

Putting a pair of slippers after kicking off his school shoes,
Hanagata walked to the room silently.  

"Kenji?", he called again.

He entered the room.  Anyone was there.

As Hanagata confronted the bed and the floor-length windows, a pair
of strong, yet delicate arms encircled his waist from behind.
Hanagata turned slowly, a smile in his face, and confronted Fujima.
The expression of happiness in his beautiful face, the sparkle of
his blue eyes and the moonlight shining on his slightly reddish
cheeks, made him think of an angel.

However, he didn't expect that Fujima would tackle him and push
him down to the bed, quickly positioning himself on top of his huge
body.  Fujima chuckled, amusement shining in his eyes.  

"My innocent face helps to pass over some rules...".

Hanagata smiled cutely.  He was delighted seeing Fujima happy again.

"Kenji...".

"I'm still your captain, Toru-kun", Fujima childishly giggled,  "and
you're in my house.  So remember, I'm the boss now".

"Hope you know what to do with that body of yours...", Hanagata
teased.

"And...", Fujima slurred, continuing the game.  "What about yours?
I feel like there's a part you don't control so well... that one in
between your legs...".

Even in the moonlight, he could see that Hanagata was blushing.

"I was teasing you no da!!". (For Ritz-chan... ^_-).  But now... I'll
go for serious".

Fujima placed his hands over Hanagata's forehead, pushing his head
down on the pillow.  Then he leaned down, and pressed his lips
against his lover's.  As Hanagata had his mouth open, surely to
reply, Fujima began stroking the base of Hanagata's teeth with the
tip of his tongue. Feeling that Hanagata was willing to kiss him
deeplier, the tongue crashed through the apparently inactive lips,
claming each inch as a conquered territory.

Hanagata, however, was playing fake.  He replied sending his own
tongue to catch the intruder, stopping it in the way of his throat.
Then he stoked it circularly, licking at it.  Fujima moaned
sensually, deeply, and this sent ribbons of fire unfurling all
through their skins.

Fujima pressed into Hanagata, this causing the taller boy's legs
to spread and entwine with Fujima's.  His lover's thigh brushed
against his most private parts, the pants unable to restrain him
any longer.  Fujima whimpered and broke the kiss, panting heavily.

"I better don't ask you where did you learn to do things like
that...".


Hanagata smiled softly.  But then, he frowned and looked away.

"I'm the only member of the team which isn't a virgin, and don't
you pretend that you don't remember...  You're the only one who
knows that I slept, last year, with my first and only girlfriend".
  
Fujima leaned his head upon Hanagata's chest, sighing softly.

"Are you regretting about it, Toru-kun?".

"...".

"I'm a virgin still.  You're going to be my first lover...".

"But Kenji, you're not my first one...".

"I don't care.  If she taught you to kiss like that, then I shall
be grateful with her", and Fujima looked right into his deep black
eyes.  Those eyes were shining through the glasses that reflected
the sunlight, protecting him from the other people's glances.

"But your glasses won't protect you from this...  Since you know
more of it than me, let me try first.  Then you tell me if it's
okay or not...". 

Fujima kissed Hanagata briefly, then he ran his lips over his firm
cheekbone, then over the pale skin of his throat, without any
pressure, smelling the pine scent of his hair and skin.  Skillfully,
Fujima pressed his groin against Hanagata's, preventing any sudden
movement, controlling the situation.

His hand slipped down the school shirt, and as he found a nipple,
he brushed a nail against it.  To his happiness, it was yet hard
as a little rock.  So, kissing his way downwards, he unbuttoned the
shirt and ran his palm circularly over Hanagata's chest, drying the
sweat only to replace it with the touch of his wet lips.

Hanagata's hands grabbed a hold of the sheets, hard and firmly, as
he felt desire growing dangerously inside of him.  He desperately
wanted to make Fujima feel that heat, but this was just too good,
and also Fujima's smart tactic neutralized many of his movements. 
 
But not his hands...


Hanagata made a monstrous effort and released the sheets.  Fast,
he moved his now free hands to Fujima's body, cupping his rear
firmly.  Fujima, surprised, stopped his treatment on Hanagata's
chest and lifted his sight up.

"I'm not so easy to defeat, Fujima Kenji".

The pressure against his body had diminished.  Hanagata took it and
with the aid of his arms sat up with Fujima on his lap.  Fujima's
first intention was to regain control quickly, but also he wondered
what Hanagata had in mind...

Hanagata rested his forehead against Fujima's neck, nuzzling it,
while he quickly undid his shirt and slung it over his shoulders,
throwing it to the floor.  Fujima opened his legs, wrapping them
around Hanagata's waist in a firm grip, which increased as Hanagata
thrusted his hips up and spread his legs, trying to be comfortable.

"Your weight's too much on my thighs, it hurts".

"Gomen", and little sports of pink covered Fujima's cheeks.

Hanagata lightly laughed.  His laughter stopped as Fujima reached
for his eyeglasses and quickly took them off, placing them onto the
desk besides the bed.  He did the same with his school shirt.

"If you're going to nurse my chest the same way you didn't let me do
with yours, they'll be such a bother.  I thought you'd remember such
a detail...".
The now shirtless and glasses-less Hanagata blinked, embarrassed.
Fujima cupped gently his face in his hands, running his thumbs through
the silky skin, and contemplating Hanagata's face.  Eyes of ebony, thin
eyebrows, thin-shaped face, soft features, and pale lips...

But he closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Hanagata started
his own routine on him.  A wet sensation on his chest made Fujima
moan and arch his back, his other thoughts fuzzed off.  Hanagata
pulled him closer by the waist while showering his muscles with soft,
damp licks and kisses, not touching his nipples directly, teasing
his chest mercilessly.

"Toru... Hanagata... Toru...  Oooooh... Onegai (please)...", he
moaned, pulling Hanagata's head even closer so that he could have
full access to his chest.  The tongue darted at a nipple and Fujima
cried out loudly.  But Hanagata didn't stop his treatment and started
sucking softly.

* It means he's kinda good at this... he didn't stop to ask if I was
okay as I shouted... A-aahhh! *

Before Fujima knew what was going on, Hanagata rolled atop of him
and wriggled on his chest.  Fujima's head nearly hit the bed's base,
however, he had no time to think of it, as Hanagata nibbled on his
right nipple, while rolling the left with his fingertips.  Fujima,
unused to a fierce pleasure like that, felt that his knees were
turning into jelly, that every drop of blood in his veins was
boiling, that his member was yet stiff as a board under the pants
Hanagata hasn't still undo.

The Shoyo center seemed to read his thoughts, as he stopped caressing
his nipple and ran his fingers whimsically downwards.  Stroking the
rock-hard abs, he reached for the pants and undid the zipper... to
slip the hand under and pump Fujima's sex slowly.  Fujima cried out 
gain at this, thrusting his hips up and hastily maintaining them
like that to allow Hanagata access, to let his lover undress him and
show what else could he do...

Hanagata got the pants off along with boxers and socks.  Fujima was
now naked, arching still his back and hips, breath ragging through
his lungs and throat, his face red from the heat.  Hanagata stripped
himself quickly too and tossed his clothes to the floor, holding
him closer to his hot and also nude body, skin to skin, lip to lip,
teasing the zone between Fujima's legs with his fingertips.

The writhe of Fujima's body told Hanagata that he was very near to an
orgasm, so he stopped his teasing, broke the kiss and held Fujima in
his arms, back to the half-sitting position of before, his back against
the wall, breathing hard.

"... Nani shiyagaru?! (Why did you do that?)", a startled (and quite
annoyed) Fujima started.

"... Do we have any pressure on us?".

A question mark appeared over Fujima's head.

"...  No, we don't".

"So why should we hurry up if we have no reason, Kenji?  I want this
to last long... very long...".

"Was the first time too fast...?  Owww!".

Hanagata grabbed him, sending shivers of pleasure/pain all over Fujima.
The protests were silenced by Hanagata's quick, strong mouth pressed
against his'.

"... Kirai na yo (I hate you), Toru-kun!", Fujima panted as they
parted.

"Usotsuki Kenji (Liar Kenji)", Hanagata retorted with a smile.

"It's true.  I hate you so much, that...".

Fujima was now atop of Hanagata, so he fast lay down and slid in
between his parted legs.

"I hate you so much that I'll take the lead now!!".


Holding Hanagata's legs open with his hands, Fujima took his member
into his mouth.  Hanagata, though he was expecting for him to do so,
couldn't help but moan, but kept firmly his hips down, not wanting
Fujima to believe that he had all the shots. Bucking like Fujima did
when he fingered him, would show how hot did he feel then.  

It was nearly impossible.  Fujima's tongue was caressing his throbbing
length, encircling it, tasting its moisture, sucking softly, then
quicker.  The pine-ish smell of Hanagata's skin was pulling him in,
as he pressed his nose against the patch of black hair.

Hanagata gritted his teeth trying not to shout from the intense,
insane desire, but he couldn't.  Not completely, at least. Giving up,
he finally let out a serie of small cries and gasps, wrapping his
thighs around Fujima's head, wriggling dangerously.

It was too late to stop.  His groan turned into a yell, and Hanagata
orgasmed into Fujima's mouth, coming intensely as he didn't even in his
first time.  That night in the summer side (a Kimagure Orange Road
pun, don't search for an explanation) with his girlfriend rocked his
world, but this one...  Well, it rocked his universe!


---

Minutes passed and Fujima was still trying to recover his coherent
thoughts after what he did, while swallowing every drop of seed.  He
could hardly believe he had screwed Hanagata that way, and it was even
more incredible that Hanagata hadn't faint or daze off after a release
of that kind.

Hanagata whimpered softly as Fujima snuggled closer to his chest like
a kitten snuggling closer to its mother.

"Done so soon?".

A sigh was the dreamy answer.

"Are you done so soon?", Hanagata asked again.

Fujima swallowed the last drop.

"... Funny".

"Eh?".

"Funny - I should be the one asking it", Fujima replied in a whisper.
"You were the one screwed".

Hanagata wrapped an arm around Fujima's waist and held him even closer.

They didn't need words to tell each other about their feelings...


Fujima moved suddenly. 

"Toru-kun...  Aren't you asleep, are you?".

The husky voice revealed Fujima's intentions.

"Do you think you'll handle me taking the lead, Kenji?".

Hanagata's reply was done in the same tone.

A kiss on his neck said all.

------

Hanagata pulled his lover up to a sitting position again, pressing his
own body against his back.  The warmth and dampness of his skin and the
feeling of his arms around his chest made Fujima feel tingly, entirely
tingly...

He felt tinglier as the hands lingeringly caressed his chest, then his
waist, and began going lower.  As Hanagata did before, he refrained
his lusty thoughts and didn't tilt himself higher to let him screw
his sex.

It was a good thing, as Hanagata's true target was lower.  The finger
brushed against his hole, making him spread his legs.

"Ah!".

"Sorry I did surprise you that way", Hanagata said.  "Demo (but)...".

Fujima softly smiled.

"... Wakatta (I understand)".

The fingers went up to Fujima's face, stroking the reddish cheek.
Drawing his face closer, he kissed the fingers tenderly, then licked
at them circularly, very erotically.

"That way, I won't hurt you.  Not that much", Hanagata whispered in
his ear.

Fujima lightly peeked on his lips.

"... Now don't make me wait anymore.  It's worse than the pain".


Hanagata reached for his target and inserted three of his long,
slender and now lubricated fingers inside of Fujima.  He felt Fujima
tensing and gasping, but as his lover had told him, he'd better hurry
up...

As Hanagata spread his fingers to widen the opening, Fujima wriggled
and cried out in pain.  A single tear rolled down the side of his
cheek.
"Sorry again, Kenji", he heard Hanagata's voice, "but now I'll return
the pain turned into something much better...".

He removed the fingers and, pulling Fujima's slender body up, replaced
them with the right element: his own and now impossibly hard, wet, 
firm member, pushing the tip first into Fujima's stretched hole.
 
More tears rolled down Fujima's face as Hanagata crushed down his
virginity. Hanagata kissed them away while thrusting very slowly and
gently, his hips keeping the balance with the aid of his back which
was pressed against the bedroom's wall, his hands cupping Fujima's
hips and buttocks firmly.

Two skins began to melt...


Soon after Hanagata started his treatment, Fujima began to follow
his rhythm, murmuring Hanagata's name in soft gasps.  

He moaned louder as Hanagata pounded into him harder and found the
sensible spot in his tunnel.  Fujima began to lose again the trail
of his thoughts, but deep inside he knew that it was happening the
same to the one who was making him feel like he was jumping to catch
the shining sun.

Hanagata hid his face in the back of Fujima's shoulders to shut his
own voice up.  His whole body was in fire again, more as Fujima
reached his same pace in the thrusts, sliding up and down his shaft,
rocking back and forth firmly and quickly. 

Kenji wanted this to be even deeper, so intense as the sunlight that
would meet them in the morning.  So, his hands went down and he began
to touch himself, rubbing his length with a palm, encircling with the
other.  But Hanagata took the hand that was rubbing, replacing it with
his own one...

The moans turned into loud yells of pleasure very soon.

"Kenji...", Hanagata called Fujima's name out, his mind lust and
love-fogged, his eyes seeing nothing but his lover's face.

"To... Toru-kun!", was the passionate reply. "Don't stop! Harder!
PLEASE, HARDER!! I'M GONNA COME... I'M GONNA... 
COME... AAAAAHHH!!".

Fujima came first, invaded by the huge storm of flaming desire that
was burning them up.  His eyes were closed, so he couldn't see how
the liquid fire was covering his stomach, crotch, and thighs.

In the last second, he looped his arms around Hanagata's neck.
Hanagata kissed him fiercely, tasting the saltiness of his own seed
on his tongue, and shutting up the great scream he was willing to let
out.  So Hanagata's orgasm was quite silent, marked by the tight
embrace they shared in that precious moment.

---


Fujima's eyelids fluttered as he woke up from his dreamless sleep.
The moon was shining up in the dark sky and through the windows,
and it was 04:00 AM in the alarm clock.  He sighed as he pillowed
his head on his partner's chest...

WAIT A SEC- HIS PARTNER!? 

HANAGATA? 

As Fujima caught the bearings of the events, he calmed down, and
lovingly contemplated the person lying by him.  What he saw was a
Hanagata Toru strikingly different of the one everyone knew - this
one looked so fragile, yet so powerful, with his arms around Fujima's
waist and back, his raven black hair falling into locks over his
forehead - 

"... Kenji?".

"Toru-kun?", he replied as he caressed Hanagata's neck with his
fingertips.

"... I thought for a sec that you weren't here".

"Baka", and he kissed his cheek.  "I can't leave my own room like
that".

Silence.

"... Toru-kun".

"Oro?".

"I love you", and he snuggled deeper into the covers and closer to
Hanagata.

"Was it so hard to say?".

"... Yes, it was", Fujima sighed.  "I was so afraid, I thought I'd
never had the courage to say the truth.  There were the girls, our
teammates, the people around us and their possible reject...".

"Baka Kenji", and Hanagata held him tighter.  "Now there's nothing to
be afraid of.  As long as we don't regret of this night, nor of our
love...".

Fujima entwined his legs with Hanagata's and replied to his embrace.  


The constant craving, he was feeling it rising in the pit of him again,
and he knew that he had no reason to hide it anymore.

He could believe now how lucky he was.  

A handsome, clever, sensible man like Hanagata, cared in every way for
him - and he'd have him always by his side. To love him, to care for
him, to give him the treasure of love, pleasure and tenderness he had
for him.

Fujima didn't need to dream anymore - it was true yet.

And now, he was feeling Hanagata's cloying lips upon his', the weight 
of his body sweetly crushing him, the warmth of his skin melting with
his own, the sweat breaking all over his naked body.

"Kenji... Let's forget the painful past... even for these moments...",
Hanagata whispered as their lips parted and Fujima pulled him closer,
a whimper escaping from his mouth as pleasure began to overcome
him again...