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There Comes a Time	By : Gwenfarr Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 5768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He and Mieko walked home to Fuji�s house. Truth be told, Fuji stalked his way home, Mieko was partially dragged. About halfway there, she planted her feet, refusing to go one step further and yanked on the hand that Fuji was dragging her by. The sudden stop in forward motion surprised Fuji, making him turn back to look at her, seemingly for the first time remembering that she was even there.

He had the grace to blush slightly, �I�m sorry Mieko. I was in my own little world.� She nodded, irritated green eyes searching his, �I can see that. It doesn�t look like it�s a very nice little world either from where I�m standing.� He sighed. �I apologize.� She let go of his hand, �That�s not the point. What the hell is going on with you? Look at you. You�re pale, run down, you have a lovely shiner. You push yourself until you are dropping and I come to pick you up from school only to find that you are deliberately putting yourself in harms way. So please explain it to me. I�m your friend, I�ll listen.�

He tried to decide what exactly he should tell her; not everything of course, but just how much was safe to say. He had no one else he could talk to about this, no one on the team, that�s for sure. He wanted to tell her, he just didn�t want to alienate the one friend he had that might be able to listen. � The bruise was an accident. My fault - Unintentional. I�ve just been feeling sick lately, I must be coming down with something and I just can�t seem to shake it. What do you mean -putting myself in harms way?� Mieko crossed her arms, �C�mon Syuusuke I�m not an idiot. You were pushing Tezuka. Why? I know he has hurt you, but why would you push him and make things worse for yourself? You certainly will not get the girl you love back by pushing him.� Fuji shook his head bewildered, �Those are the same words he used with me. That I was pushing him, but I don�t know what you�re talking about. I didn�t push Tezuka.� They started walking again, much slower now that she had him talking. She glanced at him, �At first when I was watching you play, I was angry at him for going so hard on you. But your coach TOLD me Tezuka had not wanted you to run laps today, because he saw you were getting ill, yet you did it anyway, and also that Tezuka did not want to play you, but you persisted. When she told me that Tezuka was trying to hurry the game along just so you would be forced to sit down, I looked at it thru new eyes and realized how obvious it was and that she was right. So at least this one time Tezuka isn�t the bad guy, the question is why were you pushing him to hurt you? Really Syuusuke, that girl isn�t worth all this.� Fuji shook his head, �You�re right Mieko, she isn�t worth any of it, but Tezuka is.� He paused, �Wait. Ryuzaki sensei told you he was trying to hurry the game because he was worried?� Mieko wondered where Syuusuke�s mind was at sometimes, �Well he did look angry when he saw me. I gather I am not exactly on his Christmas list. But even before he noticed me you could see he was just trying to get it over with. He was worried about you. Then you went to change, and came out like your tail was on fire, so I�m sure something happened between you when you went in there.� She watched his stupefied reaction for a moment before pushing onward, �So tell me why you would do this to yourself and to him, by forcing him to be the bad guy. It certainly isn�t going to make anything better for you, or your friendship.� Fuji shrugged, �I guess I thought it was the right thing to do.� At her quizzical look he tried to explain without giving away too much. He let go a large breath and started talking before he had a chance to back out, �Things are not at all what they seem to you. I did something wrong to Tezuka that really upset him, and he has been holding it over me. Because of that, we made a deal. For what I did, instead of having me kicked off the team and out of the school, he decided to� give me tasks�. To punish me just between us.� As Fuji spoke to her, the things that happened and the things he himself did became clearer to him, � But our friendship had been damaged so badly that doing the extra laps, and playing him, and the punishment was the only real contact I had with him�. I really missed him and wanted his friendship back so much.� She watched him silently, waiting for him to continue, �I just felt like even though he didn�t want me to do the laps today, I panicked. I could see he felt bad, and I didn�t want him to say my punishment period had ended, it is the only contact I could be sure of having with him, and maybe fixing what I had broken. So I went in after I saw you to talk to him and to tell him I would come back after walking you home, and he said he released me from my deal, and then because I was hurt, I yelled at him. I just felt lost.�

Mieko studied his eyes, seeing the tears gathering there, knowing there was more to it but letting it go for now. At least this made things fit together better. Not perfect, but better. �He sent you home because I was here?� Fuji nodded. �What did he say exactly?� �He said to go home and get some rest, to let you take care of me, and he didn�t know what I wanted from him, that I wasn�t the only one hurt by everything that happened. So I yelled at him and I said I was quitting Seigaku, to meet me at 10 am for my last punishment, for him to do his worst.� She raised her eyebrows, �Huh. You�re an idiot sometimes, Syuusuke. I guess it never occurred to you to TELL him what you wanted from him?� She said watching their feet slowly walking, glancing up at him occasionally, �You both need communication lessons, you know? You couldn�t have just asked him to meet you at 10 to talk to him? Do you think he would have denied you that when he was obviously going out of his way to stop you from destroying yourself this afternoon? Wake up Syuusuke, you are so clueless when it comes to things about yourself. He said to go home and get some rest, and he said he was confused, and he even told you he was hurt too. That doesn�t sound like someone that hates you to me, he sounds as hurt and confused as you. I mean I don�t know, but I�m just sayin�..� She looked at his sad face, �It sounds like you two are playing games with each other.� Her obviously confused and disgusted look made Fuji feel horrid. When he heard it put that way, it sounded twisted and wrong, but she didn�t have all the facts. Struggling for words he shrugged helplessly, �You don�t understand, it�s complicated.� Mieko nodded, �You�re right I don�t understand. You are forgetting some very basic things. The first of which is that I just told you that, today at least, he was worried about you. He wouldn�t be worried if he truly hated you. Instead of ending it fast, he would prolong the game and beat you into the ground, and he would not have allowed that Ochibi to help you. The other is that if he was telling you he released you from your punishment deal, maybe he isn�t mad anymore.� Fuji shook his head, �No he just wants to be rid of me. He doesn�t want to be bothered anymore. Tomorrow morning is the last time he will meet with me I am sure.�

She studied him, then she shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated way, �So, change the rules.� He stopped and stared at her. �What did you just say?� �I said, Change the Rules. This game of yours�� Who said you had to play by his rules? You�re a tensai Syuusuke. Since when have you ever taken the court and played by your opponent�s rules? He has been giving you tasks to punish you, and you have been doing them as a beaten dog to make up for an injury. Tezuka probably has no idea that you value him so highly that you would keep up this torture for as long as is necessary.� She glanced at him seeing he was about to protest so she cut him off, pointing her finger at him, �Don�t even try to lie to me. You and I both know you would keep this up indefinitely even though you look like hell. You haven�t let him know how you feel, have you?� He shook his head. �Baka. That�s how you change the rules. Give him an option he doesn�t already have. Don�t do the punishment like a beaten dog because he is making you do it. Let him know that you are happily doing the punishments just for the chance to be his friend again, not because he has some dark cloud hanging over your head. Was he the one who punched you?� Fuji looked at her, and nodded, �It was just a slap, it was after all this started and one night I had pushed him too far. It really wasn�t his fault, he just snapped. He has been very upset by the bruise and he sincerely apologized.� She stared at her feet as they walked, �So he was big enough to apologize? Hhm, good for him. At least he was honest. I have to tell you that I don�t think you are giving him enough credit, Syuusuke. You should be honest with him too if you want to save whatever you 2 have left. If he doesn�t take it for what it is, then you can walk away and you�ve lost nothing cause you were planning on doing that anyway.� He stared at her for several moments, �I am afraid and embarrassed.� She huffed, �You know sometimes you have to be brave and fight for what is important to you.� He closed his eyes, �A fight is what started all of this.� She smacked him lightly off the head, �Ow!� She laughed, �You jerk. Being brave and fighting most of the time has nothing to do with fists. The bravest people I know are able to unselfishly put their hearts out there, knowing they stand a very real chance of getting hurt, but being brave enough to do it anyway. It takes a lot of courage.� His eyes scanned her lovely face, �You are brilliant, you know that?� He smiled for the first time. She grinned, �Yeah I know.� He bounced up and down a bit, �So C�mon. Marry me.� She giggled at him, he tried again, �No really. Please?� more laughter, �Marry me. You know you want to�..� She chuckled, �Nya! Oh no I don�t�..� They held hands and walked the rest of the way home.

Mieko was asked by his parents to stay for dinner, which she did. Later, she waited until Syuusuke had his bath, called his sister to say she had been visiting with Syuusuke and thought he would be fine, other then coming down with a fever, and then she knocked on the door to his room as he was climbing into bed. �I just wanted to say goodnight and to wish you luck.� He smiled and kissed her cheek �You straightened me out a bit. Thank you.� His lips were hot. She raised her hand to his forehead, frowning �Say you feel like you�ve got a fever.� He shrugged, �Mn. It has been coming on for days.� Well your parents are going away tomorrow for the week, and your sis will be with lover boy, so if you need anything, call me, ok?� He smiled and nodded as she left the room.

Tezuka had no such benefit of a friend to talk to about any of this. Oishi would freak. Not from the 2 guys being together, but from the cruel and kinky things Tezuka had done to Fuji. He went home long after everyone had gone, stubbornly trying to calm himself by hitting balls alone with the automatic server. It hadn�t helped. His homework got done by sheer force of will, every half hour or so he had to stop to take deep breaths, as he found he was perilously close to breaking down into tears. This was NOT something the captain of Seigaku was used to. Hazel eyes would swim and blur, the faint stinging that, up until now, was so foreign to him was now becoming common place. He went over it all in his mind, as he tried to figure out what exactly had gone wrong, but couldn�t find an answer. He knew that if you kept beating a cornered dog, it would eventually attack you having no other way out, but he also knew the dynamic between he and Fuji had changed. The kisses and the desire for one example. He thought, no he was sure, that when they had been together during the lunch period things were finally going in the right direction. Fuji said he wanted him, had even allowed him to kiss him after the bullet toy had been removed when he was getting dressed. Then they ran to classes, and when they got to afternoon workout Fuji seemed determined to do the extra laps. Tezuka was only trying to protect him, not hurt him. Fuji wanted to play him, to keep up the punishment on his body, to keep him at arms length. Maybe that�s what Fuji was trying to do. To keep him at arms length, to stop Tezuka from giving credence to the growing feelings he must have sensed Tezuka was starting to have. He did have Mieko after all. Yet there was no reason for him to scream and attack like that. It had been Tezuka who was hurt by the arrival of Mieko, not Fuji. It made no sense. Tezuka stood up in his bedroom and began to pace back and forth like a large caged cat. He went over their last conversation in his head, (more like their last shouting match) and the words Fuji had said. To meet him at 10am to do his worst, it would be the last chance he got because Fuji was quitting. Quitting Seigaku and the school, and he didn�t care about the video because it wouldn�t matter if he was leaving on his own without being thrown out. Who would Tezuka take the forms and video to if he had already left on his own? He remembered from earlier in the day how Fuji had begged him not to make him leave, then suddenly that was it. Poof! He was gone. Tezuka no longer had any control over him. He had lost him. Seigaku had lost him. The team would never make it without their tensai, not just for his prowess but because their morale would be smashed. �I will miss him. Why didn�t I realize that before?� Tears welled up uncontrolled, his chest heaving, balling his hands into fists he refused to give in. Pacing back and forth, he fought for breath, gasping as he struggled with the tears he would not allow to fall and the sudden pain in his belly and his heart. He punched the wall instead. The sheet rock crumbled around his hand, and a nearby picture jumped off it�s hook and fell to the floor. Calm hazel eyes looked at his hand. It hurt. A lot. The tears subsided. He could breathe again. He looked at the damage to the wall, and realized he would have to buy a poster to cover it up with, then he noticed the blood dripping from his knuckles where a burning pain was starting to set in. This pain was much preferable to the other, so he walked calmly into the bathroom to clean and wrap his hand. There would be no sleep for Tezuka tonight. For a change Fuji slept soundly.

Morning practice came and went. The entire team wondered where Fuji was, and Tezuka kept pacing back and forth. The team dispersed to regular classes and still no Fuji. Tezuka went to his first class and fidgeted the entire time. His cell phone rang in with 10 messages, all of them from Hanaka, but he deleted each one without reading any of them. He only checked his phone to be sure none of them was from Fuji. They weren�t. He needed to get his number changed so Hanaka would not be able to bother him anymore. This really was ridiculous. He had never known she could act this way. He considered it and wondered what he had seen in her. She was a good student, raised properly. An aspiring model. But really they did not have anything in common, she just fit into his life neatly at the time. She was a decent girlfriend, but possessive. He could see now that possessive streak had gone over into obsessive and bizarre. The sheer mass of text messages would be enough to frighten anyone away. He shook his head. He would change his number. In fact he decided to do that during his lunch period, he couldn�t miss afternoon practice, and after practice the store would be closed. He would just eat something quick while he waited at the wireless store for them to change it, after all it was only around the corner from the school. He noticed the formula the teacher had written on the board for problem # 4 was incorrect, but he didn�t even have the desire to correct it, so he just stared at it in irritation and let it be. His second period class was no better. Two of the girls in that class had heard rumors that Hanaka was freaking out over a fight she and he had, and they wanted to know if Tezuka was single and available now. He didn�t believe she hadn�t told them they had broken up. She had been keeping it a secret in the hopes they would reconcile. Sicko. He was glad that she was an underclassman and not allowed to come to seniors classes, and that at least saved him from further drama. He merely said no he wasn�t available but he was honored they had considered him. He couldn�t be bothered with this nonsense, he still hadn�t heard hide nor hair of Fuji. Now, at the close of the second period class his heart was racing and he was worried. Worried that Fuji wouldn�t show at all, or that if he even did it would be the last time that he saw the blue eyed tensai. At the ring of the bell, Tezuka grabbed his bag and practically ran out of the room, heading towards the tennis clubhouse.

Oh gods, his whole body ached. He glanced at the alarm clock and mildly wondered what day it was, since it said 9. Fuji rubbed his eyes then jerked straight up in the bed, twisted left and right then finally realized it was 9am not 9pm and he had not only missed morning practice but his first period class and was working on missing the second as well. �Eeiiyeee!� he jumped out of bed, then had to steady himself by grabbing the wall when he became very dizzy. He made a mental note not to do that again until he felt better. His parents went away early this morning. He vaguely remembered his mom stopping in to say goodbye and shutting off his alarm because it had been blaring for some time. He told her he was up, and she left but he had fallen back to sleep. He brushed his teeth while pulling on uniform items, both hands and a foot trying to help the process along, he didn�t care about the missed classes, but he couldn�t miss his appointment with Tezuka. After she left last night, Fuji had thought about what Mieko had said. She was right. He had been a coward. If he had told Tezuka how he felt right from the start, he might have been rebuked, but he would not have lost his friendship, and more importantly he probably wouldn�t have hurt the man he supposedly loved. Whether Tezuka was correct or not in his assumption that Fuji had tried to humiliate him didn�t matter. Tezuka�s feelings had been hurt all the same, had been all this time, and it had been partly Fuji�s fault for not clearing up the misunderstanding. Too many things had happened now, there was very little he could do about it, but he knew he had to be brave, even if it hurt him in the end. It was the only honorable thing to do.

Tezuka ran into Eiji in the halls and asked if he�d seen Fuji, and was told no, he hadn�t been in their 2nd class together. Tezuka�s heart sank. Eiji�s eyes followed Tezuka�s break neck run down the corridor, then he frowned, deep in thought. Tezuka was in the grip of a rising panic. Fuji really did leave Seishun Academy. He wasn�t even going to bother coming back. He bet that green eyed witch had something to do with this. He turned the corner and ran all the way to the courts, as he came around the front of the clubhouse, he saw a lone figure in a school uniform leaning against the doorway. The head of soft brown locks turned in his direction and blue eyes met hazel ones. �Ne, Tezuka. You�re early, no need to run.�

Tezuka stood stock still, as he fought to catch his breath. �You didn�t come to practice this morning.� Was all he could think of to say. Fuji raised his eyebrows, �Were you worried about me?� Tezuka stared at him for a moment, and in that split second before his captain even answered him, Fuji realized that every word of what Mieko told him had been right. Tezuka nodded, �Yes.� Fuji smiled, �Good. You can punish me for missing practice later. Please open the door.� Tezuka fumbled for the keys dropping them once, the sudden appearance of Fuji as well as his calm attitude was so unlike anything Tezuka expected, that he was thrown off balance yet again. After the second try he managed to get the door open and Fuji followed him into the clubhouse, allowing Tezuka to lock the door behind them. Tezuka braced himself, �Fuji, we need to talk about what you said yesterday. I don�t know what happened, or why you said what you did but you can�t leave Seigaku.� Fuji looked at him, �I can�t?� Tezuka�s eyebrows furrowed, �Of course I can not stop you, but it would destroy the team.� Fuji�s eyes regarded him without shame or fear, �Is that all?� Tezuka looked at his feet, �I would prefer if you don�t leave.� Fuji�s face remained unreadable, �We can discuss that later. I believe we met here for a specific reason?� Tezuka nodded, �Perhaps this has gone too far, Fuji. Really, you don�t have to. It�s not necessary any more.� Fuji�s eyes flashed, �And why is that?� Tezuka�s hands balls up into fists, �Why are you making this so difficult, Fuji?� Blue eyes pierced him, but his voice remained silky, �I�m not. I�m making it easy. Did you bring a new toy with you? I want to see it.� Tezuka�s face grew hard and angry, �I said you don�t have to. There is no tape, I threw out all the forms and the handbooks, just let it go.�

Fuji grabbed Tezuka�s tennis bag, turned with it and calmly walked into his private locker, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. �Fuji, wait!� Tezuka followed him. Fuji placed the bag on the small table in the room, then he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, the cool air felt good on his very over heated skin. His fever had obviously gone up a bit overnight, but he wouldn�t pay it any mind right now. Tezuka�s mouth went dry just watching him slide the shirt off his body. He grabbed the tensai�s wrist to stop him, the wrapped and bloodied hand seizing Fuji�s attention. Real concern washed over Fuji�s handsome features, blue eyes wordlessly questioning Tezuka�s own. He shrugged, �I punched the wall last night.� The small pause lengthened between them with each searching the other�s face until Fuji heard Mieko�s words in his head about the bravest people with their tender hearts. He picked up the bag and held it out to Tezuka saying softly, �Get it for me.� His eyes never leaving Tezuka�s own. �Fuji�.I was wrong� you don�t have to.� His eyes never left his captain�s, �Just get it.�

Tezuka put the bag down and pulled out the final toy he had bought, along with its bottle of lubrication. Fuji looked it over carefully, turning it this way and that, then finding the power switch, Tezuka becoming very upset by this whole process and turn of events. He no longer wanted this. He felt dirty and mean for what he had done to Fuji. Fuji inspected the suction cup bottom, then raised his eyes to gaze over Tezuka�s face, �Your imagination was better with the last one, you know. But this will work, I�m sure.� Tezuka looked unhappy. Fuji shoved him gently into the large chair he had found him thinking in the day before. He remembered clearly the tears in his buchou�s eyes, he knew now that he had not been mistaken. Maybe they were tears of regret, or of anger. Whatever the cause, it didn�t matter because Fuji would have his say, that was all he could do. He would at least get this one last time, whether Tezuka liked it or not.

Fuji slammed the vibrator onto the floor satisfied that it would stick securely, then he rubbed lubrication over the length of it, and stood to remove his pants and socks, watching those beautiful hazel eyes the whole time. Tezuka was flushed, he realized probably from embarrassment. The prodigy was already getting hard from watching Tezuka. This was what he wanted, he was not being forced into it, and his body was responding appropriately. Tezuka tried to stop Fuji once more as Fuji laid his pants on the bench. �Fuji�.� Fuji cut him off, blue eyes glittered, �Shut up, Tezuka. I heard what you said about the forms and the tape. I know you are not making me do this. You bear no responsibility for this.� He rubbed the lubrication on himself, stroking himself slowly, enjoying it. He wanted Tezuka to know how much he was really enjoying it. He tilted his head back and sighed softly. �Tezuka, we are not playing by the same rules today. I�m not here by force, so I will respond to your requests only if I want to.� Tezuka nodded as Fuji continued, �I wanted today to be different, since it might well be the last. I wanted it to at least be truthful.� Fuji�s eyes found his and he stroked himself some more, lips parting slightly, �Do you think you can be truthful with me? Can you, on your honor, be truthful?� Tezuka�s eyes showed his confusion, he shook his head, �About what?� Fuji bent, then kneeled down in front of him, knees open wide, stroking and purring softly. Tezuka was already raging hard. �For instance, I am being honest when I say that I will not do this for you under duress again after today, but yet today I am more than willing. Can you be honest enough to answer me and say that you want me to do it? I know you are hard Tezuka, just as you have been each time.� Tezuka�s breath started to hitch. This was very unlike anything that had passed before. He was scared, but so very turned on. He didn�t like giving control to anyone, even if it was only about the truth. �I can be honest, Fuji. I want you to do it.� Fuji smiled briefly before a small moan took him, tilting his head to the side, �That�s a good start. Did you like it when I asked for your help?� Tezuka nodded, �How about kissing me? Did you like that, or was it something I made you do?� Tezuka�s voice grew rough, �I enjoyed it very much. I loved your mouth.� Fuji moaned softly, drawing his hand over the glistening head. Continuing to stroke himself, he panted softly, and arched his body up, lengthening the sleek belly. �Don�t you want to know what I am imaging in my mind as I do this? Who I am with? Who is touching me?� Fuji heard no response, when he opened his eyes he realized Tezuka�s face had frozen. He didn�t want to know. Tezuka thought Fuji might say something that would hurt him. �Silly man.� He steeled his eyes and directed them at his gorgeous captain, knowing he had to do this, �Tezuka. Answer the question, on your honor.� Tezuka�s eyebrows drew together as he forced himself to answer, �I am afraid to know.� Fuji looked him right in the eyes so there would be no mistake, no chance of misunderstanding. �No need. I am thinking of you. How your hands feel on my body, how impossibly right your lips taste. Do you believe me?� He watched as Tezuka took several shuddering breaths. Tezuka nodded finally. �Good.� He stopped stroking himself, instead he reached his hand down past his balls to his entrance and traced a circle there, groaning. He heard Tezuka groan with him.

He grabbed the toy and ran his fingers up and down its length, watching Tezuka�s face fill with lust, the hazel orbs glazing slightly. �You want me to do this, don�t you?� Tezuka said, �Very much.� Fuji nodded, �Then will you do something for me?� Tezuka raised one eyebrow, and Fuji chuckled, �How very like you.� His voice got husky as he forced himself to say the next words, �Take your shirt off for me. I want to see you.� He watched as the man he loved hesitated slightly, then began to remove his shirt, revealing the broad shoulders and taut belly that he adored. Fuji gazed in desire at him, he loved how the hair fell against Tezuka�s neck, how it framed his eyes. Fuji positioned himself over the toy and slowly lowered himself down onto it. He paused midway as a stabbing pain raced thru him and he cried out, Tezuka�s face fell, �Syuusuke!� Fuji yelled, �Don�t move! Stay there. Give me a moment.� He panted harshly, willing himself to relax. He knew logically how this worked, he just needed to be patient, unfortunately right now gravity was his enemy, his legs shook. �Syuusuke, don�t. I don�t want you to hurt yourself.� Fuji smiled serenely, �But I want to Kunimitsu. It�s important.� as the pain started to ebb, he lowered himself further, then reached down and turned the power on, the vibrations entering him and making him shudder. His throat gave a low purring moan. Tezuka moaned loudly in response. Fuji�s stroked himself softly, he didn�t want to come too soon. This wasn�t nearly over with yet. Slowly he started to move up and down on this new toy, Tezuka watched in rapt attention. He tilted his head, gazing openly at Tezuka. Fuji said, �You�re beautiful you know.� It was a statement. Tezuka lifted his chin, in flat denial of the claim, Fuji smiled, �You are. That first day you caught me touching myself�� I said your name because it was you I was thinking of. It was not said to hurt or upset you.� Tezuka�s face registered the shock, knowing now he had punished the tensai for no reason. He had never meant to humiliate Tezuka, and now Tezuka knew it. �Syuusuke! But�� Fuji continued, not to be silenced, �Sshhhh��. I was watching you play, and I just couldn�t wait to get home to do it. You caught me at it, that�s all.�.Aaaahhhhh�..!� His body arched up as the toy grazed his prostate. When he could breathe again he made a mental note to avoid doing that again, or he would come too soon. Tezuka gasped and his hands twitched, Fuji�s eyes could see it, there was nothing about his captain that he didn�t see. Fuji continued, �I imagined what you looked like in passion, with a lover, or when you touched yourself.� Tezuka�s belly clenched and flexed, his eyes closed slowly. Fuji could see the effect his words were having on his captain. He knew Tezuka wanted to touch his own aching cock, but the unspoken rules up until now had never allowed Tezuka to do it, so Fuji thought of a way to give him permission. �Could you do that for me, Kunimitsu? Touch yourself. Just this once?� he continued to grind on the toy, pulling on his own length softly, the head now leaking and he couldn�t contain his gasps. Tezuka moaned loudly, as his hand rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants, �Let me see. Please.� Tezuka hesitated only for a moment then he undid his pants, pulling them down just enough to free himself. He closed his hand around his hard cock, and stroked it so Fuji could see. Tezuka�s erection was as incredible as the rest of him. Tezuka�s head tilted back, his neck arching gracefully. Fuji thought he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. When he raised his head again to bring his smoldering gaze back to Fuji, Tezuka stroked himself once more grazing his thumb over the swollen head and his lips parted as he gasped slightly. It was all Fuji could do to keep from coming on the spot, his whole body trembled.

�Tezuka, can I be honest with you?� �Yes, of course.� Up and down one more time. �This toy isn�t good enough alone. I really want to kiss you. Can I?� Tezuka smiled, he grabbed the top of his pants so he could pull himself up out of the chair but Fuji�s nimble body beat him to it. Fuji lifted himself up off the toy and crossed the room before Tezuka could think about it. Like a cat he climbed onto the chair straddling Tezuka, one slick hand pushed Tezuka�s out of the way wrapping itself around his member, as his shocked captain gasped then groaned. Fuji said, "Tezuka, you're wet..." Golden brown head falling onto the chair back, his lips parting softly to reveal pearly white teeth. Fuji watched his face as he stroked him, Tezuka�s body jerked and he moaned low. Then Fuji�s other hand removed the oval glasses, kissing Tezuka�s forehead and cheeks as the task was accomplished. Hazel eyes watched him closely as Tezuka struggled to keep his breathing steady. Fuji pulled back for a moment, cocking his head to the side in a silent question, �is this alright?� Hazel eyes understood the query and he nodded, then Fuji dug his free hand into the luxurious golden brown hair, kissing him deeply and thoroughly. His tongue slid inside searching Tezuka�s mouth, as he stroked his captain�s member and he moaned with how wonderful Tezuka tasted.

Tezuka�s senses were deliciously assaulted, the impossibly wonderful kisses of the days before repeated themselves, proving they were not just a fluke of rampant hormones, making Tezuka lose all concept of place and time. Soft tugs in his hair caused him to tilt his head back, then he felt Syuusuke�s lips trailing along his jaw to his neck, where they attached themselves sucking and tonguing the glorious skin at the spot just where his hair fell, while that devilish hand still stroked his hot flesh. Tezuka�s eyes closed, his throat purring, his hands traced the slender muscled back of the boy atop him. Syuusuke spoke to him, while warm lips were kissing his neck, and ears, �I am here because I want to be, not because you forced me to be. It�s because I want you, and for no other reason. Do you understand me, �Mitsu?� Tezuka answered breathlessly, �MMmmm� Yes.� �There are no rules here buchou. If you don�t want me, you need to tell me now.� Tezuka didn�t use words to answer him, his hands reached up and grasped his face joining their mouths once more. Grinding hips together, they both gasped loudly, at the pleasurable friction. Fuji whimpered, �Please Kunimitsu. Help me.� He kneeled up offering his chest to Tezuka�s lips. Tezuka held the tensai to him, kissing the lush skin then seeking out a nipple, first using the tip of his tongue, licking it lightly causing Fuji to shudder, then pulling it into his mouth, suckling and rolling it gently, Fuji cried out �Aahhh!� writhing in pleasure. Oh god, he wanted Tezuka so much. Suddenly Fuji pulled Tezuka�s mouth back to his own, and without warning slowly eased himself backwards onto Tezuka�s pulsing cock. Tezuka�s eyes almost popped out of his head. �No! Syuusuke wait!� then both their cries echoed loudly through out the whole club house as they were joined. Fuji�s fingers dug into Tezuka�s bare shoulders, his head thrown back, eyes seeing stars. Tezuka was so hard, and so hot inside him, Fuji could literally feel him pulsing with life. Tezuka�s arms wrapped tightly around him, the strong captain straining to control himself and to not come. Fuji had never felt anything so personal and so wonderful in his whole life. Fuji was very glad at that moment that he had used the toy first. Tezuka was substantial and Fuji would have been very hurt if he had tried to do this without any preparation.

Tezuka stopped himself from passing out by force of will alone. The heat and tightness surrounding him was blinding, so good that it was practically painful. He couldn�t breathe. Just the idea of being inside Fuji made all of his senses reel. Tezuka did his best to hold on, but he was losing himself quickly. Panting harshly, he bit his lip. Bit it hard enough to draw blood. Then he wrapped his arms around Syuusuke and buried his face in his chest, staying as completely still as was possible. �Syuusuke�..Oh god�� Please don�t move.� Fuji smiled down at the head tucked so neatly against him, he felt the muscular frame tremble, and Fuji smiled wider. Tezuka felt gentle fingers in his hair, combing it away from his face. When he was sure his heart wasn�t go to seize and stop completely, he lifted his eyes to see Fuji smiling down on him in wonder. Soft lips kissed his, and he shuddered uncontrollably, quickly burying his face once again. Watching Tezuka�s reactions, Fuji was nearly overwhelmed by how sexy and sweet it was. Fingertips coaxed Tezuka to tilt his face up, offering his mouth up to Fuji. Soft kisses one after another teased his brain into paying attention, small nips and suckles soon followed. Tezuka looked up, his eyes starting to focus, and Fuji asked �Can I move now?� His lover nodded.

Slowly Fuji began to ride the hard cock of Seigaku�s captain. Tezuka leaned back into the chair, his hands grasped the sculpted hips, guiding his actions, seeking for that secret spot within Fuji. Fuji could hear the sexy gasps and whimpers that fell from Tezuka�s lips at each grind and thrust. Fuji�s head lolled backwards as he allowed Tezuka to take control, leading them both. One hand remained buried in the soft hair at Tezuka�s neck, the other found a nipple, the thumb padding over it. When Fuji gently twisted the hardened bud Tezuka threw his head back and gasped, �Shit. Syuusuke!� Fuji growled low, loving that he could do this to him, knowing how close Tezuka was to losing control. Tezuka�s cock had now found his prostate, grazing it time and time again, the hazel eyed man driving into him was determined to wring every possible drop of pleasure out of him and would not leave the spot alone. Fuji was soon writhing and gasping, he knew he couldn�t hold on for moment longer. �Kunimitsu! Aahhhh! You�re going to make me come��..� He felt Tezuka�s hand wrap around him, stroking him quickly, then suddenly all else was lost to Fuji, �AAAaaaahhhh!� He screamed his orgasm, his eyesight bleeding into white. Fuji�s whole body clenched up and stretched, hot seed splashing both of their chests. Tezuka suddenly felt Fuji�s inner walls start to pulse and squeeze insanely hard and rhythmically around his cock, forcing his orgasm to hit him like a freight train, powerful and impossible to stop. Dimly Fuji was aware of Tezuka screaming his name, the powerful hips lifting high into him, liquid heat flooding his insides as Tezuka pulsed into him over and over again.

The masters of the Karma Sutra say that in the very instant of orgasm, your soul may commune with god. Tezuka suddenly had a strong feeling that they might be right. Fuji leaned forward wrapping his arms around Tezuka�s shoulders and neck, bringing the beautiful face to rest against him, he dimly felt strong arms wrap around his waist, keeping him close. Deep gasping breaths were followed by more shallow ones. Small touches, kisses and caresses brought them back down to earth slowly. Tezuka�s lips sought out the fading bruise marks on Fuji�s neck and kissed them gently, wondering briefly at how hot Fuji�s skin seemed to be. Tilting his head slightly it occurred to him that what he had taken for passionate heat earlier, still hung heavily over Fuji�s body. As Tezuka went soft within him, he grasped Fuji�s chin and turned his face to look into his eyes. �Your body is hot.� Fuji smiled, �Thank you. So is yours.� He watched the eyebrows crease, Tezuka said, �No, I mean it�s temperature. You have a fever.� Fuji tried to brush it off, playfully frowning, �So now my body isn�t sexy then?� Tezuka huffed, hazel eyes growing hard, but with concern, �Syuusuke. I mean it.� Strong arms grasped his hips and lifted Fuji off of him as if he were not more then a child, then dropping his pants to the floor, he guided him into the showers so they could get cleaned. Each taking separate shower heads, they companionably showered quickly. Tezuka tossed Fuji a towel, as if they were back to normal, before the insanity of the last few weeks had happened, team mates again. Fuji was at once grateful for it, as well as confused at how Tezuka could separate what had just happened between them. The bell for the next period rang and they rushed to dry off and get back into uniforms. Working in companionable silence, they put everything back to rights in the locker room as quickly as possible, then turned to the door. Tezuka seemed to understand what Fuji was feeling, because as he opened the door to the clubhouse he stopped the tensai, turned his face up to his, kissing him briefly. Hazel eyes searched his for a second, �We have much to discuss, Fuji.� Fuji nodded. �Tomorrow. I�m not feeling very well, so I am going to go home Tezuka.� Tezuka nodded, he could see the pink still staining the tensai�s face from his fever. �I�ll call you later to see how you are feeling.� Fuji nodded and turned right to head home, Tezuka turned left to go grab a sandwich. When he checked, his cell phone had 4 missed calls on it, all from Hanaka. He growled and shut it off. Next period was lunch, he would fix that immediately.

Fuji walked slowly towards his house, his body feeling worse then he thought possible. Now that the passion was over with, he supposed it felt like it was okay to collapse. His nether region had a strange but good ache in it, reminding him of what had just happened between he and Tezuka. He didn�t really care how awful he felt right now, his heart sang. Shuffling along, very unlike his normal glide, Fuji continued on his way home lost in thoughts of his beautiful captain and his sweet lips, when a sharp blow from behind, across his back, shoved him painfully to the ground. Before Fuji had time to react he was hit again and again his right arm coming up in reaction to block the blows. Someone was screaming, �I hate you! You sick twisted little pervert! I�ll kill you!� Fuji dimly recognized Hanaka as she continued to scream at him, the tree limb she had used to hit him with dropping to the floor at his feet. Holding his side and arm in pain, blue eyes focused on her and he realized in that moment that she knew everything. Tezuka�s girlfriend knew what had happened between he and Tezuka. Fuji panicked, Tezuka was going to kill him. Hanaka continued her diatribe. �You sick little prick. You better stay away from Kunimitsu or I will destroy you! How could you!?� Fuji lay on the floor, shaking his head back and forth, as the pain receded. �Hanaka wait. It�s not what you think.� He didn�t have a clue even what to tell her, but he had to slow her down somehow. Her eyes were wild, �Oh it�s not what I think!? You tell me what it is then! I saw you kissing him yesterday in the clubhouse and my heart broke. I couldn�t believe it. I didn�t want to believe it. When I saw him running there again today I followed and when I looked in the window I saw you crawling up onto his lap naked like some cat in heat! I saw you seduce him! I have it all in video on my cell phone!� She held up the small device in victory. Fuji�s face went white. �Oh no. No. She couldn�t, She didn�t.� She saw his face go pale, eyes huge in his head, knowing she had the advantage, �That�s right, I have it all on video. I will make you pay for what you did to me! You think you can have him!? Kunimitsu belongs to me! What exactly did you think would happen? Did you think he would declare his love for you!? Oh I know. He�ll tell the whole world he is your man and destroy his tennis career with a scandal like that?� Fuji�s face fell his eyes beginning to gather tears knowing what she said was true. He didn�t answer her, he had no response. She went on knowing she had struck a nerve. �You had better stay away from him, don�t even talk to him you freak or I will destroy his career and yours. I will show the whole world this video of you 2. Do you understand me? He won�t want to talk to you once I tell him about the video and how you thought you were going to take him from me. YOU take him from ME? Don�t make me laugh.� Fuji watched her silently, knowing her rant was rambling out of control because her heart was broken, but his was broken now too. He got to his feet. �Hanaka I�m sorry for what you saw. Please don�t try and hurt Tezuka, it wasn�t his fault, it was all mine.� �Damn right it was all yours. Kunimitsu would never do this to me, you twisted him somehow.� She slapped Fuji across the face, rocking his head back on his shoulders. He calmly returned eyes to her. He would not let her hit him again, but he could not hit a woman either. Tears streaked her face, �I hope you die. I hate you. You stay away from him.� She turned and ran away. Fuji sat back down on the ground under the tree holding his right side, sobbing his heart out.

Tezuka�s next class had a substitute teacher, the regular one was out sick. He gave the students a free period, and Tezuka took the opportunity to run out to the cell phone store to have his number changed. He told the lady at the store, (who seemed very taken with him) that it was an emergency, he was getting numerous calls that were unwanted from someone who was unstable. She told him it would take a few minutes, had him fill out some paperwork, and processed it very quickly, ogling him the entire time. When Tezuka finally exited the store some 40 minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief, and headed happily to lunch, with thoughts of Fuji floating around his head. Somewhere between the cell store and the school cafeteria he stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he and Fuji had just had wild raging sex in the clubhouse. Sex. Together. And damn it was good. No, incredible. A large smile lit up his face, then remembering where he was, and his status as Seigaku�s captain, he schooled himself back into a calm fa�ade. When he called Fuji later to see how he felt, he would have to remember to give him the new number. He continued on to the cafeteria to have lunch and to try and get some school work accomplished, feeling better than he had in weeks.

Fuji pulled himself slowly to his feet, still cradling his right side tenderly and headed home. Tears still freely fell from his eyes, as he ran over everything she had said to him. �She has us on video. Two of the monsters of Seigaku having sex on video. This will destroy Tezuka.� He whimpered. �He will hate me.� As he stumbled into his house, shivers from the rising fever shaking his body, his eyes widened, �Tezuka! I have to let him know that she knows. I have to warn him.� He frantically dug out his cell phone and dialed up Tezuka�s number. It went directly to voicemail, the phone was off. Fuji sat on his couch hugging himself and rocking back and forth, the tears falling steadily as he thought alternately of how wonderful making love with Tezuka was and how he would never have it again. He didn�t really care if Tezuka and Hanaka wound up breaking up, he admitted he hated the girl and was jealous. But all this could have just destroyed Tezuka�s entire life. It WAS all Fuji�s fault. If he had just waited that day until he had gotten home to jerk off none of this would have happened. Or if he had been brave enough to be honest with Tezuka from the start. He sobbed and called Tezuka�s cell phone again, knowing it was lunch hour and possibly he would have turned it on. The message he got said the number had been disconnected. Blue eyes widened. �No. That�s impossible. It can�t be disconnected.� Fuji had no knowledge of what had been going on with Hanaka and Tezuka, No idea of the break up or the phone calls, nor of Tezuka changing his number. He called again, this time punching the numbers in himself from memory rather then speed dial. He got the same message. Fuji stared at the phone for a moment before throwing it down, crying hysterically. A dozen scenarios ran around his head for why, the foremost was that Hanaka had gotten to Tezuka, and told him of the video, threatening him. He had responded by changing his number, never to have contact with Fuji again. A low keening wail pulled from his throat. �Nononononononooooooo.� Suddenly he felt so ill he jumped up off the couch and ran into the bathroom, throwing up what little breakfast he had. His hands gripped the toilet, where he stayed for the next half hour until he could pull himself away from the cold porcelain. He once more grabbed the cell and dialed Mieko. When he heard her calm voice on the line, he burst once again into tears. She could barely understand a word he said, but it was definitely not good. Something to do with how sick he was, throwing up and how he lost Tezuka. She told him to just calm down and hang on, she�d be right over.

When Mieko walked in the door it was to have a hysterical Syuusuke fly into her arms. His wet teary face buried itself in her neck as she wound her arms around him. He was burning up with fever. ��Sssshhhh, Sssshhhhh, Syuusuke. Calm down. It�s okay. I�m here. What happened? Tell me.� She guided him to his room and sat him down on the bed, she listened to the entire story, the whole truth, unedited for a change. His arms around her waist, face still cradled in her neck. Being able to hide his face made it easier to tell her everything he had previously hidden. He gave her the basics, avoided the details such as the toys, but was fairly honest about what had happened. How he had been caught by Tezuka jerking off that first day, the anger and the confusion from Tezuka thinking that Fuji had done it to humiliate the captain. He told of Tezuka�s attempt to win back his own pride with the harsh demand of masturbation, a demand Fuji was sure now that Tezuka didn�t think Fuji would ever have gone thru with. Tezuka�s surprise at his own rising desire, the first kiss, the resulting slap, how the punishments had lessened in severity and how he had taken Mieko�s advice finally telling Tezuka the truth about that first day, and even that Tezuka had willingly kissed Fuji and allowed Fuji to touch him as well. That afterwards, Tezuka had said they had much to talk about and he had gone to class. Mieko said nothing as she listened to the whole story. He had finished up with the threats made by Tezuka�s girlfriend, of photos and videos of them together, and ruining Tezuka�s career and Fuji too, although it was clear that Syuusuke had no worries for himself, only for Tezuka who wouldn�t be in any of this mess if it weren�t for Syuusuke�s over active hormones. He ended with the subsequent disconnection of Tezuka�s phone, then he jumped up and ran to the bathroom, vomiting yet again.

She followed him, gently holding his hair away from his face as he retched into the bowl. When the wave of nausea passed, she let him rinse his mouth then took him back to his room and wordlessly started packing some of his clothes. Fuji mutely watched her. She said, �I�ve got pj�s for a few days, some sweat pants and t shirts, your toothbrush, you can put in your underwear if you want any, we are going right now before you start another crying jag or vomiting again.� He stared at her with tears starting to track down his cheeks once more. She knelt before him and brushed them away, �Listen. I heard every word you said. It�s a lot for me to process all at once, ok?� He nodded. �Okay. So you are coming with me to stay for a while, your parents are away until Tuesday, you�re way too sick to be alone, and when I have it all straight in my own head we can talk about it. Some of what you�ve said doesn�t make sense to me, but it can wait. You can�t talk to Tezuka, he is cut off from you right now for whatever reason. Let�s go.� He knew she was right. He needed someone to just take care of him for a while. His body mind and heart had all been too damaged in the recent weeks to recover on its own. He got to his feet and went with her to the car.

She had to stop the car once on the short trip for him to put his head out of the car gagging, producing very little vomit, but his body still heaving just the same. They made their way up to her apartment, she made him wash his face, change into his pj�s then deposited him in her large bed, while she got him some clear soup to drink and some flu medicine. He sat listlessly looking out of the large window to the skyline as she brought the soup in to him. �Mieko, at least let me stay on the couch.� She shook her head, felt his forehead and frowned, his fever was still rising. �I have to workout, and I have some choreography to do in the livingroom, so you just sleep here for now, okay?� Fuji took the medicine but didn�t want the soup saying he would not be able to keep it down. Her stern look meant no argument would work. �So what? Throw it up and you�ll just drink more. You can�t get dehydrated, you know that.� Watching his sad blue eyes, her heart hurt for him, for more reasons than one. He drank the soup, and lay down, small tears escaping his eyes, quickly falling asleep, the fever and the medicine doing its work to pull him into unconsciousness. She left the room to get some work done and to think.

Tezuka�s day passed without incident, afternoon practice went as planned, the regulars working hard. Eiji asked where Fuji was and Tezuka readily answered that he had sent him home because he was sick. Later that night, after he finished all his school work, Tezuka tried to call Fuji�s cell to see how he felt, and simply because he just wanted to hear the tensai�s voice. The cell phone rang several times then went to voicemail, so Tezuka left a brief message saying he was just checking up on him. On second thought Tezuka dialed the Fuji house number, but got no answer there as well. Tezuka frowned, thinking Fuji had been very ill when he last saw him, so maybe he was sleeping it off. He decided to try to call him again during the day tomorrow if he didn�t show up at school. Fuji�s cell blinked with the received message, exactly where he had forgotten it, on the couch in his house. Tezuka went to bed that night, his mind still occupied with the incredible feelings of being with Fuji earlier that day, still unaware of what Hanaka had done.

Mieko worked her body out hard. Her mind forcing her to keep the process up physically while she worked thru things mentally. She had questions to ask, and she couldn�t ask them since Syuusuke was out of it. She�d checked on him twice and he was still asleep. She would wake him soon to take more medicine but she wouldn�t speak of Tezuka until he was well enough to think clearly about it. She had been right about his not giving Tezuka enough credit, the handsome captain had made mistakes, but he owned up to them, and she didn�t really believe that he would have cut Syuusuke off so easily no matter who threatened him without at least an explanation. It didn�t fit what she knew of his character. There was no use trying to make sense of it all now. She wiped the sweat from her face, then she woke him, gave him more soup and medicine and watched him sink back into sleep. That evening she went to work, returned finding him sleeping soundly. She then took a shower, changed into a tank and undies, and climbed into bed beside him watching his even breathing. She frowned and small tear escaped her eyes as she fell asleep.
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