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�Atobe residence.�

That smooth, deep voice made Fuji
smile. There was no arrogance in the
world that was quite so well-deserved than that of Atobe Keigo.

�Keigo.�

Atobe paused a moment, trying to place the voice, and then
he smiled. �Ah, Fuji Shuusuke. This is unexpected.�

Fuji laughed
silently. Atobe loved pomp and
circumstance and would likely make this phone call as dramatic and as drawn out
as possible. �What�s
unexpected is you picking up the phone, Keigo. Were there no servants in the
immediate vicinity?�

Atobe snorted delicately.
�No one answers my private line, Shuusuke � I�m certain Tezuka relayed
that information to you when you wheedled this number out of him.�

Fuji was silent
a moment, smiling as he listened to Atobe swirl his drink. He could hear the faint clink of ice cubes
against the sides of his glass. �It
wasn�t Tezuka who gave me the number.�

He heard Atobe sip from his glass. �No?�
He grew silent again in the interests of guarding an even bigger
secret.

Fuji only made
some noise of assent and twirled the phone cord around one finger as he stared
out the window. �No. Not Tezuka.
Not this time.�

Atobe sniffed, smoothing a hand down the front of his purple
dressing gown. �Very
well. Let�s have it, then,
Shuusuke. Don�t keep me in suspense, for
goodness sake.�

�I�d like to borrow your cottage this weekend, if I may.�

Atobe laughed. �Would
you, now? And why on earth would I allow
that?�

Fuji hummed
thoughtfully. �Because
you are a caring, helpful individual, Atobe Keigo.�

Atobe laughed again, incredibly amused as he set his glass down
and flopped back against the wonderfully padded goose down mattress. �That was brilliant, Shuusuke. I almost believed you were sincere for
moment.�

Fuji touched the
cactus in the windowsill, never worried that the plant�s needles might break
the skin. �Oh, but I was, Keigo. I�m sure people tell you that all the time.�

�Well, yes. But
they�re lying and you�re no sycophant.
So tell me, Fuji Shuusuke � why would you need a mountain retreat and
why ask to borrow mine?�

Fuji shrugged,
not even wincing when one of the longer needles pierced his skin. �I need someplace to be alone for a couple of
days and you�re the only person I could think of who might have such a
resource.�

Atobe focused on his fingernails, feeling a little annoyed
that Kabaji had forgotten to set up his weekly spa appointment. �Very well, Shuusuke. But first you have to tell me what you need
my cottage for. If I�m
having to vacate the premises, I deserve to know the reason, right?�

Fuji studied the
small droplet of blood beading at the tip of his finger. �I need someplace private to be with my
lover. We�re going to have sex.�

Atobe blinked, but was incredibly pleased with himself for concealing his surprise. �Mm. I suppose that�s as good a reason as
any.� He paused, lounging on his side
and wishing he�d invited Jirou over for an early morning romp. �You will be certain to change the sheets on
my bed.�

Fuji smiled
faintly, bringing his finger to his lips to suck gently. �I will.
You don�t mind dismissing the servants for the weekend?�

�I suppose not. I
have one more question for you.�

Fuji touched the
window with his fingertips, streaking the glass with his blood. �Go ahead.�

Atobe paused, hating himself for being so weak that he was
forced to ask the question. �Is it
Tezuka?�

Fuji laughed
softly. �No, Keigo. It�s not Tezuka.� He smiled, watching two children � brothers
from across the street � run past the house hand in hand. �And it�s not Echizen, either.�

Fuji replaced
the receiver in the phone�s cradle, effectively cutting off Atobe�s indignant
spluttering. He smiled to himself as he
watched the older brother kneel to help the younger who had tripped and
fallen.

Game,
set and match, Keigo. But I appreciate it, all the same.

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The water from the fountain was ice cold and just the way
Kawamura liked it. In fact, he would go
the long route after class just to drink from that particular fountain. That Fuji
always seemed to be waiting for him there had not gone unnoticed. Kawamura counted himself
fortunate to enjoy using that fountain as much as he did for even if he had
not, still he would visit it � because waiting there had become Fuji�s
habit.

But not so today. Kawamura frowned as he drew nearer to the
water fountain. Fuji
was nowhere to be seen and it was unlike Fuji
to be late or to break a routine. He
tried to quell his disappointment and tell himself that he�d probably see Fuji
later that evening as he�d alluded, more than once, that he had something
planned for them this weekend. Kawamura
knew his dad would appreciate the help until Fuji
came around, at any rate.

He hefted his bag and bent to sip from the fountain,
thinking about how good it would feel to hold Fuji and kiss him and engage him
in silly, nonsensical conversations that would sound ridiculous to anyone who
didn�t know how Fuji�s mind worked. He
smiled, taking another sip, and squeaked, jerking upright and choking on water
when someone pressed close behind him and grabbed
his ass.

Kawamura spun around, cheeks flushed with indignation and
brows drawn together. But then he met
that familiar, serene expression and he laughed. �Fujiko.
I almost decked you.�

Fuji hid his amusement
behind his hand and glanced around casually.
�That certainly wouldn�t have been very chivalrous of you, Taka. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities?�

Kawamura blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. �Of course not. I just�wouldn�t like anyone doing that.
That�s all.�

Fuji took a step
forward, not touching Kawamura but certainly invading his personal space. He tipped his chin up, looked into his
lover�s big, brown eyes. �Not even me?�

He saw Kawamura visibly weaken, lifting one hand to rest
against the side of Fuji�s
neck. �You don�t count.� He murmured.

Fuji tilted his
head, leaning into Kawamura�s touch.
�Oh, now why don�t I count, Taka?�

His voice was low and teasing and his eyes were very, very
direct. Kawamura felt like he�d been
punched in the stomach when Fuji
settled that gaze on him. �Ahh�that�s
not what I meant. I-I meant that
you�well�you can do anything you like, Shuusuke. As long as it�s you.�

Fuji smiled at
Kawamura�s self-conscious blush and took pity on him finally, resting his hand
over the one at his neck. �Good. Let�s stop by your house, then. I�ve got a surprise for you.�

Kawamura took Fuji�s
hand, linking their fingers together and reveling in the affectionate touch
that Fuji offered so freely. �My house?
What for?�

Fuji bumped
Kawamura�s shoulder and smiled sweetly.
�You need to pack an overnight bag.�

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Kawamura didn�t say a word when the taxi pulled away and
they stood before the rather ostentatious house.

Fuji inhaled
audibly and tilted his face toward the late afternoon sunshine. It peeked through the trees and dappled his
pale skin with the silhouettes of a hundred leaves. �It�s perfect, don�t you think, Taka?�

Kawamura was too entranced with the picture Fuji
made, standing there beneath the canopy of trees, to form a coherent
answer. As it was, it took him several
moments and a few false starts before he was able to muster up any words at
all. �Er�it�s a little flashy to be a
cottage, isn�t it?�

Fuji laughed,
gripping his bag tighter when he turned to grin at Kawamura. �It�s what I expected, actually. It�ll do, I think.� He motioned toward the house then. �C�mon, Taka-san, let�s go take a look around
before we get started on dinner.�

Kawamura pursed his lips at the �Taka-san�, but then he
grinned. Fujiko never changed � not
where it counted. �Are you sure the
house is stocked with what we�ll need?�

Fuji nodded once
as he held the door for Kawamura, gaze dropping to the taut curve of his ass
when the taller boy went on ahead. Fuji
was more than a little happy that he hadn�t given Kawamura time to change out
of his school uniform before they�d left his house.

Fuji trailed
after Kawamura, silently taking in his surroundings as they climbed the stairs
to Atobe�s loft bedroom. Fuji
wondered if the Hyotei tennis captain even had parents and, if he did, where
they were hiding while Atobe was busy living the good life with his friends.

Upstairs, Kawamura dropped his bag on a burgundy chaise
lounge, gaze darting around the room, obviously overwhelmed. �Wow.�
He eventually managed.

The room was sumptuously appointed in dark greens and
maroons from the heavy damask drapes to the huge cherry wood canopy bed with
the ornately carved decoration. It was a
prince�s bedchamber � and exactly what Fuji
had expected. �Yes. Wow.�

Kawamura turned to face Fuji,
watching as the shorter boy moved to put his belongings into an empty
bureau. �How did you find this place,
Shuusuke? Does your family own this?�

Fuji�s shoulders
lifted in silent amusement. �Definitely
not. I just called in a favor, that�s
all.�

Kawamura trailed fingertips over the dark, polished dresser and
gaped when he noticed the pictures. Some
were framed and on the dresser�s surface, others were simple snapshots and were
wedged into the mirror. The common
denominator was Atobe Keigo. He was
there with Jirou, lounging poolside while the smaller boy slept against
him. There was an off-centered photo of
Shishido Ryou looking quite put-upon while Ohtori Choutarou looked on in
obvious adoration. Gakuto Mukahi made a
very rude hand gesture to whomever had taken his photo and his hair was
incredibly bright in that particular picture.
There was one of Oshitari Yuushi, leaning against a tree-trunk, reading
a textbook. But Kawamura overlooked the
remainder of the pictures as his gaze had fallen on the two photos that were
framed. He imagined he must be hallucinating
as he gaped at a photo of Tezuka Kunimitsu, dressed in formal evening wear and
standing alone on a balcony. There was
such longing, such feeling in so stark a picture, regardless of the beautiful
figure that Tezuka cut. Right beside it
was a picture of Tezuka, Atobe and Echizen lounging on a sofa, looking quite
comfortable and content. Atobe had
rested his head on Tezuka�s shoulder and Tezuka was almost smiling. Echizen was sound asleep, and he leaned on
his captain in obvious trust and comfort.
Tezuka�s arm was wrapped around Echizen�s slight shoulders in
unmistakable possessiveness.

Kawamura was shocked into speechless until he noticed two
more snapshots to the right of the mirror.
One was of Echizen and Tezuka, kissing on that same balcony, in the
moonlight. The other was of Atobe and
Tezuka, in some sort of elaborate flower garden. Atobe held Tezuka�s hand while Tezuka reached
out to touch Atobe�s face. That was when
Kawamura began to sputter, unable to articulate at that point.

�Er�I�uh�Shuusuke?�

Fuji didn�t
turn. �Yes, Taka?�

�Does this cottage, by any chance, belong to Atobe?�

Fuji closed the
drawer. �It does. Does that bother you?�

Kawamura shook his head slowly. �Uh�no.
I mean, I have no problem with Atobe � or anyone from Hyotei,
really. I�m just surprised, I
guess.� He was silent a moment as Fuji
sat down on the floor to change his socks.
�That�s really not the question I wanted to ask, though.�

Fuji
nodded. �I know.�

Kawamura reached to touch the photo of Atobe and Tezuka but
then pulled his hand back before his fingertips could even graze the
paper. �Tezuka and Atobe�?�

Fuji wrapped his
arms around his knees and smiled up at Kawamura. �It�s complicated.�

Kawamura blinked a few times. �And�Echizen?�

Fuji reached out
to Kawamura, who responded without needing to be prompted, grasping Fuji�s
hand and tugging him to his feet. They
stood like that for a moment until Fuji
stepped forward, slipping his arms around Kawamura�s waist and resting his
cheek against his lover�s chest. He
closed his eyes and just let Kawamura�s spicy, comforting scent envelop
him. �As I said�it�s complicated.�

Kawamura had no problem accepting �complicated� and
suddenly, with Fuji clinging to him
and the expectant silence hanging between them, Kawamura realized what Fuji
had brought him here for.
�Shuusuke�?� He whispered.

Fuji tightened
his arms around Kawamura�s waist and exhaled slowly. �I want to spend the night with you,
Taka. I want to make love.�

Kawamura was silent for a long moment and Fuji
did not miss the sudden tension of Kawamura�s body. But then he lifted a hand to stroke the back
of Fuji�s hair and he held the
shorter boy very closely to him. �All
right.�

�You want to, then?� Fuji
asked him lightly.

Kawamura nodded, relaxing against Fuji,
then. �I�ve always wanted to,
Shuusuke.� He wanted to kiss Fuji. Wanted to touch him and kiss him and do all
the things he�d been fantasizing about for over a year, but � somehow � he was
afraid to begin their interlude there.
He needed some time to talk to Fuji,
to relax with him and share dinner with him and accustom himself to the idea
that, tonight, Fuji Shuusuke was going to be his.

Fuji stood on
tiptoe to press a soft, chaste kiss to Kawamura�s mouth. �I�m glad.
Now. How about dinner?�

Kawamura laughed, bringing Fuji�s
hand to his lips and brushing a kiss over his knuckles. �On one condition.�

Fuji
smiled. �And that would be?�

Kawamura turned to lead his lover toward the stairs
again. �No sushi tonight.�

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They decided to take dinner in the sitting room, as it was
simply too cold to eat on the veranda.
Snuggled close on the floor, their backs against the sofa, Kawamura pulled
the blanket over Fuji�s lap and
offered him a bit of honey-bread. �Rich
people eat strange things, Fujiko.�

Fuji nibbled at
the bread, taking great pleasure in licking Kawamura�s fingers after. �No, food just tastes different when you�re
rich. For example � this is simply bread
� but it tastes different than the bread we normally eat.�

Kawamura laughed, bending to kiss Fuji�s
lips before offering him the small cup of imported tea. Fuji
sipped from the proffered cup and looked up at Kawamura, watching him as he
polished off the last of the fruit.

�I could get used to this, Fujiko.� He said, sighing in contentment as he settled
back against the sofa and snuggled Fuji
against him.

Fuji lifted
Kawamura�s hand, pressing soft kisses to his inner wrist. �This is how it will be when we�re older,
Taka. Just you and I � always.�

�You mean that, Fuji? Do you really picture us together this way in
the future?�

Fuji
smiled. �I can�t see us apart, Taka.�

Kawamura closed his eyes, hugging Fuji
against him and pressing a lingering kiss to the top of his head. �I want to be with you forever, Shuusuke.�

Fuji disengaged
a little, squeezing Kawamura�s hand.
�Like I said. Always.�

Kawamura looked a little surprised when Fuji
stood, dropping the blanket in Kawamura�s lap.
�I�m going to have a bath.� He
flashed Kawamura that wicked smile. �Do
you want to join me?�

Kawamura blushed.
�Uh�no thank you, Shuusuke. I
showered after practice. You go ahead,
though. I�ll make some more tea.�

Fuji nodded,
pausing near the bottom of the steps. �I
think you�ll find everything we might need in Atobe�s room.�

It wasn�t until he turned away and began the ascent up the
stairs that Kawamura realized he was not
talking about tea. Kawamura flushed scarlet
and his heart skipped a beat. He was
going to have sex with Fuji Shuusuke.
They might do it more than once.
They would certainly do it again, after tonight. It was enough to make Kawamura�s brain
implode. Still and all, this was
Shuusuke�s night and Kawamura would rather die than ruin it with his hesitation
and self-doubt. He realized, suddenly,
that he wasn�t doubting himself at all and hadn�t in quite some time. Fuji
lent him strength, gave him the confidence necessary to be the person he wanted
to be. It occurred to him that he need
never pick up a tennis racket again, if he didn�t want to. He�d found something better in this boy that
he loved so much.

He went outside, happy to see the small stack of firewood
near the back door and he carried in two armfuls � hopefully enough to last
them a few hours. He was quick and
efficient as he built the fire, humming periodically. Once the flames were steady and radiating an
acceptable degree of heat, Kawamura went upstairs in search of the things he
would need. While he harbored no
ill-will whatsoever when it came to Atobe, it felt somehow wrong to Kawamura
that he would consider making love to his boyfriend in someone else�s bed. In Atobe�s closet were plenty of blankets and
in his bedside bureau were unopened bottles of the very item Kawamura knew he
would need. It didn�t stop him from
blushing, however, when he slipped the bottle into his pocket. He knew what he�d be doing with it later and
he couldn�t quite believe that this moment was finally upon him. After tonight, things would be irrevocably
changed between Fuji and
himself. Kawamura fervently hoped that
those changes would be good ones.

When he was downstairs again, he lay the blankets near the
fire � not too close, of course � and arranged the pillows carefully. By the time he was satisfied with the way
everything looked, he could hear Fuji
near the top of the stairs and he realized that he�d yet to make more tea. As he got to his feet, however, Fuji
began his descent and Kawamura just�froze.

Hair still damp from the shower and dressed only in one of
Kawamura�s white, button up shirts, Fuji
made his way down the steps. His feet
and legs were bare. The last three
buttons of the shirt were not fastened, nor were the top two.

�Shuusuke�� He
breathed.

Fuji looked past
him to the makeshift bed on the floor and, suddenly, he smiled. A brilliant, genuine smile that almost knocked Kawamura
backward.

�I think I like this better than King Atobe�s big bed.� He said, playfully.

Kawamura slipped his arms around Fuji
and buried his face against his damp, fragrant neck. �I�m not all that sure I want you in his
bed.�

Fuji laughed
silently. �I think you and I are the
only ones who haven�t been there.�

Kawamura tilted Fuji�s
chin up and kissed him softly on the mouth.
�You look�so beautiful, Shuusuke.
I love you.�

�I love you, too, Taka.
Are you still okay with this?�

Kawamura laughed, albeit a little nervously. �I�d have to be an idiot not to.�

Fuji shook his
head, laying his palm against Kawamura�s cheek.
�No, you wouldn�t. It would be
okay if you wanted to wait.�

Kawamura shook his head, covering Fuji�s
hand with his own. That Fuji had
arranged for this night to take place and that he�d brought Kawamura here
without talking about it first spoke loudly to Kawamura of just how ready Fuji
was. And, in all honestly, the constant
proximity and near permanent state of sexual frustration was beginning to break
Kawamura down. Yes, he was bashful. Yes, he was nervous. But he was also very much in love with Fuji
and wanted him more than words could express.
Kawamura reasoned that, if you put Nervous in the ring with Horny,
Nervous was going down. Hard.

�I want to. God, how
I want to.�

Fuji smiled, his
fingers curling in the front of Kawamura�s tunic as he began to unfasten the
buttons that paraded down the front. �I
love you in this uniform, Taka.�

Kawamura stood, hands at his side, while Fuji
worked the shirt open and slid it away from his shoulder. �You do?�

Fuji let it drop
at Kawamura�s feet and ran his hands over the warm, white cotton of Kawamura�s
t-shirt. �Oh, yes. You have no idea how desirable you are to me,
Taka.�

Kawamura swallowed when Fuji
tugged the shirt over his head and let it, too, fall to the floor. Fuji
licked his lips and placed his hands on Kawamura�s chest, sliding his palms
over the warm, toned skin. Kawamura
swallowed again. �I think I�m getting a
pretty good idea.�

Fuji slid him a
mischievous glance as he unbuckled Kawamura�s belt and whipped it out of the
loops. Kawamura gasped in surprise and
had to bite down on his bottom lip to stifle the low moan. He was half-hard already and having Fuji�s
hands so close to his erection made his head spin. He sincerely hoped that he didn�t embarrass
himself tonight.

He felt a little light-headed when Fuji
opened his pants and began to slide them down his hips. �Ahh�Fuji��

Fuji glanced up,
even as he continued to slide them down Kawamura�s legs. �Yes, Taka?�

Kawamura shook his head, eyes a little glassy as he stepped
out of his pants and watched Fuji
straighten to his full height again. His
gaze was hot on Kawamura�s when he lifted his hands to his own shirt, slowly
freeing the few buttons that were actually fastened. Kawamura�s throat tightened and he could
barely swallow when Fuji parted the
white linen and let it slide off his shoulders to pool at his feet.

He wore nothing beneath the shirt and the flames from the
fire cast shadows against Fuji�s pale,
perfect skin. He was slight and lightly
muscled, absolutely perfect from the turn of his beautiful shoulders to his
long, graceful waist to his pretty feet.
His cock was somehow as delicate and as pretty as the rest of him and
Kawamura couldn�t help staring.

Fuji held out
his hand to Kawamura. �Come on,
Taka. Sit with me.�

Kawamura took Fuji�s
hand and allowed him to settle them both before the fire. The blankets were soft and provided enough
cushion that Kawamura was certain Fuji
would sleep comfortably.

Not that he could focus on sleeping at that particular
moment.

Fuji crawled
into his lap, rested his hands on Kawamura�s broad shoulders and settled into
his lap before he ducked his head to kiss Kawamura like he�d never kissed him
before. The familiar heat and bite was
there, but there was so much more feeling, so much more passion behind this
kiss that Kawamura could do no more than wrap his arms around Fuji�s
waist and hold on tight while the smaller boy took hot, deep kisses from
him.

Kawamura could feel Fuji�s
erection nudging his belly and his own cock swelled against Fuji�s
bottom in response. There was so much he
wanted to do, so many ways he could touch Fuji,
pleasure him, but his lover�s kisses were drugging and his touch was sure and
Kawamura was having trouble remembering how to breathe.

He slid his hands down, not at all hesitant when his fingers
gripped Fuji�s ass. Fuji
made some soft sound against his lips and pressed closer to him, rubbing his
cock on Kawamura�s belly, squirming in his lap restlessly. Kawamura kneaded his buttocks, squeezing and
rubbing and beginning to arch up against him a little. Fuji
voiced no objection and slid his hands into the back of Kawamura�s hair while
he sucked on his tongue.

Kawamura groaned in disappointment when Fuji
pulled away and he tightened his grip on his lover�s bottom in an attempt to
keep him close. �Don�t go, Shuusuke.�

Fuji only smiled
and pressed a kiss just over Kawamura�s heart.
�Relax, Taka. You�re going to
like this much better.�

He trailed kisses down Kawamura�s neck, his chest, over his
taut belly and Kawamura sucked in a breath when Fuji
hooked his fingers in the waistband of Kawamura�s shorts. �Lift up, Taka. These have to come off.�

Kawamura raised his hips, wincing when Fuji
tugged off his shorts. His cock slapped
against his belly and Fuji fell
upon him again after tossing his shorts aside.
Hands at Kawamura�s hips, kneeling between his spread thighs, Fuji
nuzzled Kawamura�s belly and rubbed his cheek against his erection, making a
soft, contended little sound when Kawamura streaked his cheek with clear,
sticky fluid. Kawamura gasped and his
cock twitched involuntarily. �Oh�Shuusuke��

Fuji turned his
head, rubbing his lips against the tip of Kawamura�s cock, smiling at the husky
sound his lover made. �You have the
nicest belly, Taka. I wonder how I
managed to be the first one to see you like this.�

Kawamura braced himself on his hands, head tilted back while
Fuji kneeled between his legs to
lick and suck at his cock. Kawamura
squeezed his eyes shut and panted roughly for breath, fingers bunching the
blankets beneath him.
�Shuusuke�you�you�re going to make me��

Fuji only slid
his lips further down the length of Kawamura�s rather impressive erection and
he sucked, cheeks drawing inward as he coaxed more of the salty fluid from the
tip of his lover�s cock. With one hand
encircling the width of him, Fuji
pulled back a little, continuing to stroke him as he spoke. �Come? I hope so, Takashi � that is my intention
after all.� His tongue teased at the
full, flushed crown of his erection, sucking gently and catching the foreskin
with his lips, pulling and licking and doing things that made Kawamura�s nerve
endings spark. �I want to taste
you. Give it up.�

Kawamura gasped, lifting one hand to grip the back of Fuji�s
neck. �It�s too soon.� He panted.
�I don�t want it to end this way.�

Fuji took him in
again, sliding down until his nose brushed the brown curls at the base of
Kawamura�s cock. Kawamura cried out,
fingers tightening in Fuji�s hair
as he spread his thighs a little more.
�Ahgod�Shuusuke��

Fuji rubbed
Kawamura�s scrotum with the backs of his fingers, teasing him, sucking and
nibbling before pulling back again.
�This is just the beginning, Taka.
I�ll get you inside me, don�t worry.�

When he closed his lips around Kawamura�s cock again, the
taller boy rocked his hips up, breath coming in short gasps, Fuji�s
name a whispered plea on his lips. Fuji
heard his tortured words and pushed at the insides of his thighs, rubbing his
thumb in gentle circles against Kawamura�s anus when he took him completely
into his throat and sucked hard.

Kawamura made a sound that Fuji
had never heard him make before and suddenly his lover pulsed against his
tongue and spilled his release into Fuji�s
throat. His fingers were tight in Fuji�s
hair, rougher than he�d intended while he rode out his orgasm. He realized that Fuji
had swallowed his release and he opened his eyes in time to see his lover licking
his lips with an incredibly satisfied look on his face.

Still numb with pleasure and trembling from the force of his
release, Kawamura rocked to his knees and wrapped his arms around Fuji�s
back as he lowered him to the blankets. Fuji�s
pupils were dilated and his skin was flushed and damp. His cock was hard and flushed a deep, dusky
pink. Kawamura pressed against him,
trapping Fuji�s cock between them
as he moved sinuously against his lover, moaning softly when he took his mouth
in a fierce, demanding kiss. Fuji
parted his lips and took Kawamura�s kisses eagerly, those incredibly arousing
little noises vibrating in his throat.
Kawamura moved his hands to grip the backs of Fuji�s
thighs and he pushed back on them, hissing in pleasure when Fuji
obliged, wrapping his legs around Kawamura�s back and thrusting against
him. They were slippery from the heat of
the fire, desperate for one another despite the mind-blowing orgasm Fuji
had just given Kawamura. Fuji
made a high-pitched, keening sound and broke the kiss to arch his back, baring
his neck for Kawamura, who wasted no time in affixing his
lips there, sucking and biting gently.

�Mm, Taka�you�re hard again already. Do you want it? Can you do it?�

Kawamura groaned against Fuji�s
neck, nipping his damp skin. �Yes. God, yes, Shuusuke.� He pinned the smaller boy�s wrists over his
head and bent his head to lick his pale nipples. Fuji
arched his back, hips practically clearing the floor.

�Ahh! Taka��

Kawamura sucked each nipple in turn; his cock swelling again
while he watched the pale skin become a darker, abraded shade of pink. �Shuusuke��
He moaned. �You�re so sweet. I want you so bad�please.�

Fuji edged away
from Kawamura when the other boy released his wrists and he rolled to his knees,
weak with desire, to crawl over to Kawamura�s pants. He�d felt the bottle in them when he�d taken
them off and he�d known immediately what it was. Kawamura followed him,
crawling on his hands and knees and just as Fuji�s
fingers closed around the cool bottle of lube, Kawamura gripped his hips and
hauled him backward.

Then he was licking him again, nibbling and sucking at the
hot, secret entrance that Kawamura was desperate to breach. Fuji
arched his back; face pressed to the blanket and made those noises that turned
Kawamura�s blood to fire. �Taka�ohgod��

Kawamura hadn�t, for one minute, stopped to consider his
actions when he�d buried his face between Fuji�s
buttocks to taste him. Fuji
had presented to him and he had reacted instinctively. He smelled faintly of lavender, presumably
from the recent bath he�d had and Kawamura burrowed further into him, seeking
the taste of Fuji and when he
pushed his tongue into Fuji�s anus
and sucked, Fuji placed both hands
on the floor, arched his back and screamed
Kawamura�s name.

Kawamura pulled away reluctantly � Fuji
had tasted and felt like every illicit fantasy that Kawamura had ever
entertained. His voice was barely above
a whisper when he covered Fuji�s
back with his chest. He nibbled at his lover�s
ear, reveled in the way he lay there, weak and panting. He�d
done that.

�Give me the stuff, baby.�

Fuji shuddered
and reached back to Kawamura, his grip light on the bottle and Kawamura took it
from his easily. He wasted no time
getting it open and simply turned it upside down over Fuji�s
lower back and squeezed. Slippery liquid
trickled over Fuji�s back to run fast down the cleft of his ass and it was only
after Kawamura had half-emptied the bottle that he lay it aside. He rubbed the liquid into Fuji�s
skin, moaning softly when he slid fingertips between his cheeks. �Fuji��

Fuji thrust back
against Kawamura�s hand, voice low and almost menacing. �Yes, Taka.
Do it � hurry.�

Kawamura kneaded his left buttock when he probed him
experimentally, pulling a low, anguished cry from Fuji. Kawamura immediately stilled, heart almost
stopping at the sound he�d made. �Fuji? Did I hurt you?�

Fuji shook his
head, near tears in his frustration and desperation. �No�No, Taka.
I want you to fuck me. I can�t
wait any longer.�

He rolled his hips, just once and Kawamura slid two fingers
into him again before pulling his hand back.
When he pushed his fingers into Fuji
again, he changed the angle somewhat and Fuji
spread his legs as wide as he could manage.
He was making those low, purry sounds and was trying to rub his cock on
the blanket beneath him. Kawamura�s own
erection jerked against his belly at the sight of Fuji,
so mindless and wanton before him. He
knew, without having to think back, that he had never, ever witnessed Fuji
Shuusuke lose control.

Until now. Fuji
was completely out of control and his lack of reserve set Kawamura�s teeth on
edge. With a little more stimulation,
Kawamura knew that it was entirely possible that he�d come all over his own
belly and he had no intention of allowing that.

Suddenly, with no warning, whatsoever, Fuji
tackled him back against the blanket and straddled his hips. He held the bottle of lube in his hand and
Kawamura could do no more than gape at the expression on his lover�s face. His blue eyes were bright, his teeth were
bared and he could, very faintly, hear the low rumble of a growl in the back of
his throat.

Flicking the cap open with his thumb, Fuji
upended the bottle and poured the remaining contents over Kawamura�s belly,
coating his cock in the process.
Kawamura thrashed his head back and forth on the blanket and arched up a
little. Fuji
tossed the bottle aside and began to rub the lube into Kawamura�s belly,
rubbing his cock and his scrotum, coating him with the slippery substance until
he�d rubbed most of it in.

He slid forward, gripping Kawamura�s cock and holding
himself poised just above it.
�Taka.� He said, his voice low
and hard.

Kawamura looked up, eyes glassy and mind hazy with
lust. Fuji
rubbed Kawamura�s cock between his buttocks, circling his anus with the blunt
tip. �Just me.�

Kawamura nodded jerkily.
�Only you, Shuusuke. Itsumo.�

Fuji closed his
eyes, forcing Kawamura into him and pushing back to seat the other boy as far
inside him as he could go. Kawamura
cried out, hands moving to grip Fuji�s
waist and he bit his lip to keep from thrusting upwards. He didn�t want to hurt Fuji,
even though pain looked to be the last thing Fuji
was experiencing.

The smaller boy leaned forward, pulling Kawamura�s hands
away from his waist to pin them over his head.
Kawamura tested his bonds, moaning when Fuji
gave no quarter. The boy�s grip was like
iron � Fuji was surprisingly
strong.

�Ready, Taka?� He
whispered, bending to press a sweet, soft kiss to his lover�s mouth. Kawamura nodded. �Do it.�

Fuji began to
move, gingerly at first, but not taking long to hit his stride. He rode Kawamura fluidly, his body pale and
graceful in the firelight. He was shiny
with sweat and when he began to move more urgently against Kawamura, he
tightened his grip around the taller boy�s wrists and opened his eyes to meet
Kawamura�s gaze.

They stayed like that for several moments, eyes locked, bodies
moving against one another, sweatslick and certain, until Fuji
gasped, his cock jerking and leaking clear fluid against Kawamura�s belly. He licked his lips, eyes intent on
Kawamura�s. �Come, Taka. Come inside me.�

Kawamura whimpered, arching beneath him. Just a little more�

�Shuusuke�� He
breathed.

Fuji nodded,
panting against his lips. �Yes.� He whispered.
�Yes, Taka.�

Kawamura closed his eyes, tugged his wrists out of Fuji�s
steely grasp and wrapped his arms around his lover�s hips. �I love you, Shuusuke.�

Fuji collapsed
against him, arms going around Kawamura�s neck as he writhed against him,
desperate now and nearing the precipice.
Kawamura settled his hands tight at Fuji�s
ass, helping him to move and keep his rhythm and Fuji�s
eyes shuttered once in that split second before he growled low in his throat
and came hard between them, coating Kawamura�s belly with his release. Kawamura turned his head, nosing against the
fragrant, damp warmth of Fuji�s
neck and Fuji�s name was a broken
prayer on his lips when he succumbed to the agonizing, rhythmic clenching of Fuji�s
muscles. Still holding on tight, he
whimpered when he came, spilling hot into his lover�s body. Only then did Fuji
close his eyes.

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Unable to move, even to pull away from Kawamura long enough
to settle beside him, Fuji stayed
where he was. His body ached, his ass
was sore, he was certain he had bruises on his hips. But the warmth from Kawamura was like a balm
to his soul. Nothing could touch him
when he was with his Taka.

�Remember�you said always.�
He reminded, the smile evident in his voice as he lay sprawled over his
lover.

Kawamura only stroked his back in slow, soothing circles. �Longer than that. Forever won�t be long enough.�

Fuji chuckled
silently. �Taka. You�re such a romantic.�

Kawamura blushed a little, but he didn�t mind. �It�s your fault.�

They were silent for a few moments and Fuji
began to suspect that Kawamura was drifting off to sleep when his lover spoke
up again, voice tellingly drowsy.
�Fujiko?�

�Mm?�

�So�who, exactly is Atobe sleeping with? Tezuka or Echizen? And�is Tezuka sleeping
with the both of them?� He sounded so confused
and so scandalized that all Fuji
could do was laugh. He wasn�t sure
Kawamura was ready to hear the whole sordid story.

�Mmm. I�ll tell you
when you�re older.� He murmured.

Kawamura nodded, tugging the blanket up to cover his lover�s
back. �Tomorrow, then.�

Fuji snuggled
against Kawamura�s solid chest and yawned softly. �Yes.
Tomorrow.�

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