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An Engaging Situation	By : Akuma Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 5060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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A/N:
Woots! I finally managed to finish this story. After
so many years, here are the final two chapters! Sorry if this one�s too short
and too unfunny. Thesis does that to my sense of humor. Anyway to make up for
the lack of funny, I present you with some smex. Hope
you enjoy it!

Disclaimer:
PoT isn�t mine. I make no profit from writing this.

A Match for Love

�Do
you want me to ship him to Brazil?�

�No.�

�Kidnap
you and take you back to Japan?

�No.�

�Send
him to Brazil in a sexy, pink, leather bunny outfit?�

Fuji
paused thoughtfully then regretfully decided to refuse. �No,
thanks.�

�Okay,
Gakuto, you can wear the outfit!� Oshitari
shouted to someone. He then murmured something Fuji didn�t want to hear then
sighed heavily. �So when do you plan to carry out the end of your seduction?�

�I
don�t know. I won�t be back in weeks.� Fuji sighed. The thought of spending
lonely nights in a faraway country isn�t so appealing to him. Last night was
his first night in Brazil. He didn�t realize until then just how much he was
used to having someone sleeping next to him. He felt very lonely last night but
didn�t dare to call Tezuka in fear of disturbing him.
While Fuji looked forward to exploring the jungle and the river, he wasn�t so
excited about being away from Tezuka.

�The
good news is abstinence could increase desire. The bad news is if you wait too
long, the intimacy could sizzle out and the stamina could be reduced. Here�s
hoping for a hot, steamy, non-premature reunion sex for you!�

Fuji
sighed. �Unfortunately that will have to wait.�

�You
know, there are plenty of things you can do to keep yourself entertained when
you�re alone.� Oshitari eagerly informed Fuji. �Have
you ever tried using ic��

�That
will be unnecessary.�

�I
promise it won�t hurt. I�ve tried it on myself before.�

�No.�

�Cu��

�No.�

�Su��

�No.�

�Hotdog?�

�Oshitari.� Fuji called his friend
to attention. He had known most of Oshitari�s
perversion but he always seemed to have something new to surprise Fuji every
time they talk. �I can wait.�

�What
do you mean? It is necessary to practice your skill at any given opportunity.
Have I told you about that magical
time when I��

Fuji
listened to his friend quietly. He knew he wouldn�t be able to look at the
content of his refrigerator the same way anymore by the end of this phone call.
It was a pretty good distraction though. He hadn�t been able to keep Tezuka out of his mind. He had made the choice to do the
project but now he wanted to spend his time with his fianc�. He must wait. A
month could be a short time if he enjoyed himself. Fuji stared into the blue
sky outside his hotel room and thought of Tezuka. Naked. Covered with wasabi sushi.
Damn that Oshitari.

*

Tezuka missed Fuji a lot. He hadn�t wanted to admit it at
first but when he grew more and more absentminded by days, he decided to admit
it to himself.

It�s
kind of silly, actually. It�s not like they�re not contacting each other at
all. They occasionally chatted via internet. Fuji would tell him how his work
was doing and hint how soon he�d be able to return to Japan after pending his
return several times. A week isn�t a very long time after all. Right? Yeah, right.

So
did this mean he really was in love with Fuji? Lust was easier to distinguish
of course and since he has been engaged since he was ten years-old, Tezuka was very well informed on the subject of lust, much
to his horror. Of course being passionate about another man was an entirely new
dimension but those yaoi mangas
did tremendous help. Besides, this wasn�t just another man. This was Fuji Syuusuke he was in love with.

Okay,
so force of logic said that Fuji was indeed another man, unless Tezuka had been seeing things the three times he had sex
with Fuji and that flat chest was indeed curvy, those lips� those thighs� those
legs.... that a� Tezuka cleared his throat as crossed
his legs as inconspicuously as possible but unfortunately not inconspicuously
enough.

�Tezuka, are you okay? You�re all red and fidgety, nya!�

The
only think he could think about currently was how to silence Eiji without resorting to some kind of violence. Fuji�s
suggestion to ask Oishi to occupy the redhead�s mouth
(Tezuka crossed his legs some more) was out of
question. Oishi was driving and he�d rather arrive to
wherever they�re heading alive.

�I�m
all right.� Tezuka said as coolly as possible.

Oishi didn�t seem convinced but he wisely decided that the
best course of action would be to distract Eiji from Tezuka�s terrible mood by talking about animals. Tezuka sighed and looked at the scenery outside the car. He
had been �saved from moping and pining to death�, to quote Eiji,
by the duo. In other word he had been bodily dragged by sugar-high Eiji to a waiting car which will drive him to some place
that could lift his spirit. Tezuka doubted that
there�s still a supposedly-fun place in this world which he hadn�t associated
with his mother�s traumatizing attempts to make Yumiko turn him into a man. Tezuka still had strange urge to run away whenever he saw
Ferris wheels to this day. At least Yumiko had been kind enough to wait until
he got to high school before relenting to their mothers� persistence to help
his transition into a man. And taped every moment of it.

�We�re
here!�

Tezuka looked at the building in front of him and
immediately recognize it. It was a gym with tennis courts he often went to.
Thankfully he didn�t have much trauma related to this place. As long as he
didn�t go behind the back building, he would be all right. Tezuka
shuddered at that particular memory.

Oishi and Eiji were right though.
If there was anything that could take his mind of counting the microsecond to
Fuji�s return, it would be tennis. When was the last time he played tennis? Oh,
it was with Fuji in the cruise ship when it rained before they could draw any
conclusion to the match and Fuji looked at him sharply as water poured from the
sky� making his thin shirt clung to his lithe body� Oh, damn, he should�ve worn
looser pants.

�Tezuka, how nice to see you here.�

Tezuka stopped just as he was about to step into the court.
He turned to the speaker stiffly, fighting not to swing his racquet to Atobe�s head.

�Atobe.�

The
air sparkled with electricity strong enough to light up the entire Japan. Oishi and Eiji cowered behind a
potted plant, watching the love rivals from a safe distance.

�I
heard Fuji is having a great time in the Amazon.�

Tezuka knew better than to fall for it or provoke back so
he turned away to leave but not without surrendering to jealousy. �So I heard.�
He said quietly, noting in quiet satisfaction how Atobe�s
smirked dropped just a millimeter after hearing that. Take that, Monkey King.

The
satisfaction didn�t last very long. Atobe quickly
regained his composure. By now Oishi had begun the
evacuation of everyone in the gym. Not that the screams of terror ever reached
the heirs. �Well, since you�re here, why don�t you have a match with me?� Atobe asked with a confident smirk. Better hurry up with
that evacuation, Oishi.

�I�d
rather not.� Tezuka refused and turned to leave, not
out of fear of losing. He�d just rather not interact with Atobe
in any way. It was clear to him that Atobe enjoyed
the fact that Fuji was far away from him and had taken advantage of it. Fuji
told him that there was barely a day when Atobe
didn�t contact him and thus reducing Fuji�s work time.

�If
I say that the winner may have Fuji, will you be interested?�

Tezuka glared at Atobe. �I refuse
to use him as a trophy for a game.�

Atobe nodded, seemingly a little upset by his choice of
words. �Then let me rephrase that. The winner will have the right to spend as
much time as he wanted with Fuji.� The glint in his eyes told Tezuka that Atobe was indeed
capable of that. If Atobe had managed to influence
Fuji to go to Brazil, sending him away from Tezuka
and closer to him was not an impossible task. �I�ll stay away from him if I lose.�
Atobe declared. �And I expect you to do the same if
you lose.�

It
was too tempting to pass. Tezuka thought he should
refuse anyway. He respected Fuji enough not to think that he was some kind of
trophy but he also knew that Atobe would keep his
word. If he had said that he would stay away from Fuji then he would.

�All right.�

Tezuka never underestimated his opponents, including Atobe. If anything Atobe was the
last person he should underestimate. Knowing his upbringing, he might excel in
tennis. Tezuka didn�t want to let his guard down and
let the chance of having Fuji all to himself slip
away.

Still
he didn�t expect Atobe to be quite this good. Tezuka watched in mild surprise as his racquet clattered on
the ground a few feet away after trying to return the ball.

�15-love!� Oishi, the kind soul
who is willing to risk his life for the safety of human race within ten miles
radius from the spot by being a referee, announced.

�Is
that all you�ve got?� Atobe mocked from across the
court.

Tezuka picked up his racquet and closed his eyes briefly.
The image of Fuji flashed behind his eyelids, reminding him of his purpose. He
definitely must not lose this game!

And thus begun the most difficult tennis match of Tezuka�s life. He didn�t hesitate to use his special
techniques and neither did Atobe. He was precise,
directing the ball to difficult corners in attempt to exhaust Tezuka. It was then that the bespectacled man was grateful
for all the morning he spent working out the sexual tension Fuji induced on
him. He barely ran out of breath as he returned the ball, stealing scores from Atobe only to have it stolen back. It was always a close
call, though. Neither man was willing to give up when the stake was this high.

Tezuka heard a distant rumble of thunder but ignored it. It
reminded him of that night he found Atobe molesting
Fuji in the cave. He narrowed his eyes and hit the yellow ball as hard as he
could and watched as it dropped just after passing the net before skidding back
to his side of the court. Atobe had lost his smug
smile, now looking serious as he realized Tezuka
wasn�t an opponent to be trifled with.

The
match dragged on and on. Tezuka was only partially
aware of the suddenly darkening court. When the first raindrop fell, he was too
far gone to realize and so was Atobe. Oishi wanted to stop them but knew that his voice wasn�t
heard by the tennis players. He and Eiji watched as Tezuka and Atobe ran around in
the wet court, slipping on puddles of water every now and then but regaining
balance very soon. They had entered tie break with no end in sight. It would
take something as drastic as Fuji�s sex tape scandal to make them stop for a
break.

�Kunimitsu, what do you think you�re doing?�

Well,
it�s not a sex tape but it would work. Oishi looked
at his grinning boyfriend and gave a grateful smile. Tezuka
halted his run and looked at the young woman glaring at him. He blinked in
surprise when the tennis ball hit the court right beside him and instantly
regretted the distraction. He looked accusingly at Yumiko but the pregnant
woman would have none of it.

�Kunimitsu, Atobe-kun, I demand
you to stop now!� Yumiko said with the kind of authority only mothers could
omit. �Get back in here! I am not going to get myself and my baby wet just to
fetch you ignorant adolences!�

Tezuka walked back to the building obediently, absently
noting that Atobe was following suit behind him. Once
inside, Oishi handed him a towel to dry himself. Atobe�s zombie servant also suddenly appear to dry his
master wordlessly.

�It�s
raining cat and dog and I am called out here just to stop you two from killing
yourself with flu! Do you know how difficult it is already for me? I have a
baby growing inside me, my back hurts, my feet uncooperative, and I should
still come here to stop your stupid match! Now I��

Tezuka barely heard Yumiko�s rant. His mind still reeled
from the event that just took place. Atobe was
slightly distracted as was Tezuka, but there was no
mistaking the result of the match. Tezuka said
nothing as Oishi led him back to his car. He stared
blankly at the gloomy sky and heavy rain pounding on the car windows as he was
driven back home. He had lost the match.

***

�Now
who was it that insist on saying �don�t let your guard down� every half an
hour?�

�Really,
Kunimitsu, you should know better than to play during
such a heavy rain. Now open wide, you must finish your chili soup.�

Tezuka sighed. Hadn�t he had enough punishment already?
First he lost to Atobe and now this? Why on earth did
Oishi call his mother here to take care of him? And
why did his mother bring along Fuji�s mother here?

�I
can take care of myself.� Tezuka croaked out
unconvincingly.

Tezuka Ayana rolled her eyes. �So
you said yesterday night before you almost pass out from your fever.�

�I
didn�t pass out. I slipped on the carpet.� Tezuka
argued. But then Tezuka Kunimitsu
didn�t slip on anything. Not even when Fuji was reenacting shampoo commercial
in front of him.

�Now, now. It�s not time to argue, is it?� Fuji Yoshiko said
while presenting him with a spoonful of red, bubbly� thing. Tezuka
closed his eyes, stopped breathing, and swallowed the hideous thing. It was a
good thing that the Fujis have a chef.

�I�m
all right.� Tezuka said again after the spiciness
that burnt his mouth had died down.

Ayana sighed heavily. �If only Syuusuke
is here� he could help you get rid of our fever instantly.�

Yoshiko
nodded solemnly. �Vigorous activity would help lower your temperature. Or is
that why you want us to leave you alone now?�

He
couldn�t believe he was having this conversation with his mother and his
fianc�s mother. �No.�

Tezuka had gotten a fever since the previous night and the
women had taken it upon themselves to help make him feel better in Fuji�s
absence. It didn�t make Tezuka feel better at all.
When they were around he would be subjected to scolding and teasing and
physical as well as psychological torture. When they�re not with him he would
be haunted by the thought of having to stay away from Fuji because he had
stupidly lost tennis match to a Monkey King. Could he have some mercy?

He
had thought of running away at night. But this was already dark and his mother
had insisted sleeping in the same room to make sure he�d be all right. This
reminded him why he always took good care of his health. Yudan
sezu ni
ikou. Don�t let yourself get sick and thus give your
mother a chance to humiliate you.

�Maybe
you�re not strong enough to finish your food yet. It�s time to take some
drugs.�

Tezuka�s eyes widened slightly. He almost begged for
Yoshiko to feed him the dreadful soup again. These �drugs� were prescribed by
Fuji�s friend/spy Inui and looked more like poison. The fancy colors of the
liquid and pills did nothing to convince Tezuka of
their effectiveness to cure his illness. The foul scent and terrible taste,
however, was quite effective to knock him out for an entire night.

Still,
he�d rather sleep on his own without the help of the dubious potions. Tezuka edged away from the two witches� err� women. But he
couldn�t get very far. Ayana pulled him back, smiled
threateningly, and bring a spoonful of bubbly, multicolored liquid close to his
mouth.

�Say
�ah��

Could
he at least have his last word?

�I
think I should ask you to leave my fianc� to my care.�

Tezuka blinked, hoping that the fever hadn�t made him see
and hear things. Was that really Fuji standing in this room?

�Syuusuke! Okaeri!�

�Didn�t
you say you�re going to be home next week?�

Fuji
smiled sweetly, his blue eyes locking with Tezuka�s
brown ones. �I decided to go home early. Now if you don�t mind, could you leave
me alone with Kunimitsu?�

Ayana and Yoshiko obeyed easily. They closed the door
firmly behind them after giving Fuji welcoming hugs and kisses. After they were
left alone, the couple kept staring at each other, lost in wordless
conversation. Finally Fuji sat on the bedside, next to Tezuka,
caressing the taller man�s flushed skin.

�Got
yourself a fever, didn�t you?� he said quietly.

�Yes.
I�� Tezuka swallowed to guilt and braced himself to
confess. �I had a tennis match with Atobe in the
rain.� At Fuji�s questioning look, he continued. �He said he�d stay away from
you if I won�. I lost.�

Fuji
looked surprised and a little upset but it didn�t last long. Tezuka was a little relieved. As much as he thought he
deserved punishment, he was currently in no condition to pay back for his
stupidity. �Tell me about it later. For now� let�s focus on making you feel
better, shall we?�

Tezuka was slightly startled when he felt Fuji�s lips on
his own but it didn�t last very long. His eyes closed on their own accord and
his arms reached forward to wrap around Fuji�s slender body. The kiss was slow
and tender, meant to convey affection instead of lust. Tezuka
pulled Fuji close to him, enjoying the feel of having that body this close. Tezuka broke the kiss to nuzzle Fuji�s neck in contentment.

�I�ve
got the flu, you know.�

He
could hear a smile in Fuji�s answer. �Should I care?�

Tezuka smiled slightly, inhaling the sweet scent of his
fianc�. �I thought you�ll arrive next week.� He murmured.

Fuji
chuckled and wrapped his arms around Tezuka. �I can�t
wait to see you so I asked a friend to take me back home.� He paused, caressing
Tezuka�s damp hair. �Did you miss me?�

Tezuka pulled away to look at Fuji. He saw insecurity
there, as if Fuji was worried that he might get a negative answer. Tezuka smiled to reassure him. There were many things he
wanted Fuji to know but he�d rather show them through action instead of words.

Fuji�s
lips curved into a smile when Tezuka pressed their
lips together. He missed this. He missed kissing Fuji, touching Fuji, having
Fuji near. Tezuka promised to himself he wouldn�t
ever let Fuji leave him for that long again.

Fuji
moaned softly when the kiss grew heated, their tongues battling for dominance.
He shifted so that he was now straddling Tezuka,
providing the bespectacled man more access to his body. He broke the kiss to
gasp when Tezuka kneaded his buttocks.

�Aren�t
you supposed to be sick?� He asked with a mischievous smile. Yet there was no
way to mistake the lust darkening his eyes.

�Your
mother did say that vigorous activity will lower my temperature.� Tezuka answered. He nibbled Fuji�s collarbone and slip a
hand inside Fuji�s blue shirt.

Fuji
laughed. �You can always count on my mother for random wisdom.�

Tezuka said nothing else. He lifted Fuji�s shirt to kiss
the expanse of fair skin and left dark marks in anywhere he could reach. Fuji
moaned and clutched his head to his chest when Tezuka
closed his hot mouth over a nipple. He fumbled with belts and zippers for a
while before finally managing to undo Fuji�s trousers, while hungrily lapping
and sucking on Fuji�s tight nub. Fuji chuckled at his eagerness but it was
turned into a gasp when Tezuka lightly bit his
nipple. A moan was issued when Tezuka
delved his hand inside Fuji�s trouser to squeeze his bottom.

�Kunimitsu.� He gasped out and
pulled Tezuka�s head so they could kiss again. Fuji
settled firmly on Tezuka�s lap, grinding their hips
together.

Passion
burnt hotter and brighter. They removed each other�s clothes hastily, eager to
feel the sensation of skin against skin. The last obstacle removed and thrown
to a distant corner, they pressed close again, kissing passionately as if their
lives depended on it. Their skin tingled wherever touched or kissed. Their
arousals rubbed as Fuji ground his hips on Tezuka�s
lap, causing tingling sensation to run down their spines. A chorus of moans and
groans and gaps soon filled the room. They were quickly approaching the edge
though they hadn�t gone very far.

Fuji
gasped when he felt dry finger teased his entrance. �Lube.�
He gasped out as he reached to the bedside drawer where they knew a tube of
lube was kept.

Tezuka hummed in agreement but didn�t cease his
ministration. Once again he took a hard nub into his mouth, loving the soft
sighs and moans Fuji produced. Lazily he fisted their erections, drawing out
their pleasure. He smeared pre-cum on their hard erections, licking his lip as
he suddenly felt an urge to have Fuji in his mouth. He caressed Fuji�s soft
skin lovingly, tracing invisible patterns on trembling muscles.

He
withdrew his hand regretfully when Fuji handed him the lube. After quickly
coating his fingers, he went back to teasing Fuji�s opening. Tezuka looked at Fuji as he lightly pressed his longest
finger on the twitching entrance. �Are you ready?�

Fuji
laughed softly as an answer and kissed him. He arched his back when he was
slowly breached, moaning seductively into Tezuka�s
mouth. Eventually he broke the kiss, throwing his head back to stare blankly at
the ceiling as he rode Tezuka�s finger. It moved slowly
in and out of the tight passage, loosening it slowly for what was to come.

�Is
it good?� Tezuka asked softly, worried that he might
not please his lover. He lacked practice in this department, after all.

�Yesss�� Fuji hissed as an answer. He clutched Tezuka�s arms tightly, his body jolting slightly as Tezuka�s finger grazed his prostate. He moaned when another
finger was introduced and then scissored inside his
tight channel.

It�s
slow and torturous but necessary. Tezuka kissed the
corner of Fuji�s mouth as he pulled out his fingers. Fuji impatiently lathered Tezuka�s arousal with lube, not bothering to tease. Neither
could handle more delay.

Tezuka buried his face in Fuji�s heaving chest as he guided
himself toward Fuji�s small entrance. They both sighed softly as Tezuka slowly entered Fuji, stretching him to his limit. He
held Fuji close as the brunet adjusted to the pleasurable sensation. He himself
was very close to his limit as warm, velvety muscles contracted around his
aroused length, massaging him erotically. Tezuka
groaned, he knew this wouldn�t last very long. Fuji
felt too good.

When
Fuji finally began to rock his hips, Tezuka felt like
he had died and gone to heaven. He moaned softly, clutching Fuji�s hip with one
hand. His other hand was used as leverage as he thrust up into the tight body
above him. He kissed and nipped and licked whatever patch of skin was within
reach. Fuji sighed and moaned in pleasure, enjoying the attention. They moved
together in perfect harmony, enjoying the intimacy without letting the fire of
lust burn out too quickly. A part of Tezuka wanted
this to last but soon physical needs made themselves
known.

�Faster.�
Tezuka demanded with a growl, squeezing a tight
buttock.

Above
him Fuji moaned loudly then obeyed. He bounced up and down Tezuka�s
arousal, creating the most delicious friction. When he moved in a certain
angle, his breath was hitched. He stopped temporarily, wrapping his arms around
Tezuka neck and burying his face there. Tezuka smiled and wrapped a hand over Fuji�s leaking
erection. He pressed his thumb on the tip, making Fuji moan.

�Keep
going.� He whispered.

There
was no way Fuji would stop anyway. The bed creaked loudly beneath them as Fuji
moved vigorously, hitting that special spot inside him all the time. He kissed Tezuka sloppily, hips pushing down to meet the powerful
thrust and up to the tight grip around his arousal. Tezuka
tensed, his body tingling as it signaled that the end was close. He moved his
hand faster, wanting to bring Fuji off first. So close� They were so close�

Fuji
leaned close to his ear. �Love you� Love you�� He gasped desperately, bouncing
up and down on Tezuka�s lap as quickly as he could.

Warmth
spread inside Tezuka�s heart. Everything felt much
better now, like everything was complete. This was what he was waiting for.
�Love you.� Tezuka whispered back. Warm wetness
covered his hand and he felt the tightening of muscles around him as Fuji cried
out. He shuddered and could only thrust twice more before losing it. He kissed
Fuji to smother the loud cry he wanted to let go as he filled Fuji with his
milky essence.

Fuji
moaned softly as they slowly rode the afterglow. Tezuka
sighed in contentment, whatever unpleasant sensation that had plagued his mind
and body gone. When the haze of pleasure finally cleared they looked at each
other and smiled. Tezuka pushed back a strand of hair
from Fuji�s sweaty face, smiling affectionately at his lover. They leaned close
for another kiss but a cry from outside the door stop them. They blinked at a
small puddle of blood under the door.

�Yoshiko!
Are you all right? Someone stop her nosebleed!�

Tezuka closed his eyes in mortification while Fuji laughed
breathlessly. That was one way to impress your future mother-in-law.

�Kunimitsu.�

�Hmm?� Tezuka asked, looking at
his lover. When he saw the look in Fuji�s eyes he nodded. �Right.�

^___^

A/N: Mwahahahah�. But it�s not
done yet. Check the epilogue for closure. Still, R&R is very
appreciated.
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