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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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Love Storm

Tezuka woke up the next morning after nearly being
smothered by a chair Fuji had put between them to separate them the night
before. With a long-suffering sigh, he removed the furniture and got up. That�s
when he noticed Fuji had left the bed. He frowned slightly. If yesterday
morning was any indication, Fuji wasn�t a morning person and since Tezuka woke
up early, it was weird for him to wake up before Fuji.

Slightly worried, Tezuka quickly donned a bathrobe and
went to the bathroom to search for Fuji. He stopped when he saw a note stuck on
the mirror above the sink. It said �I�m with Atobe� and was written in red bold
capital letters for good measures. Tezuka snatched the note, read it several
times, each time causing a line to form on his forehead. Finally, when his
forehead was completely deformed, he crushed the paper and threw it into the
waste bin.

He took a long bath, which consisted mostly of him
glaring at the showerhead in an attempt to make it change the water
temperature. Finally, he admitted defeat, stomped out of the bathroom to dress,
and then made a call for Taka-san to bring him breakfast. When the young butler
arrived, Tezuka was punching the remote control buttons to find a show that
suited his dark mood. He finally settled with a news program after changing the
channel about a hundred times.

�Ano, Tezuka-san,� Taka-san began timidly, just as
Tezuka began to eat. �Where is Fuji-san?�

Tezuka scowled when he heard his fianc�s name. �He�s
out.� He spat out angrily.

�Are you two having a quarrel?�

The glare Taka-san received for asking the question
made him stammer nervously. He immediately apologized and excused himself,
perhaps worried of the bodily harm Tezuka seemed to be capable of that moment.

Quarrel? Of course not. Quarrels were for lovers,
which they were not. They were just two people who happened to be engaged to
each other who had an argument due to conflicts of interest; Fuji�s interests
would be winning Atobe�s favor, whilst Tezuka�s was to seriously scar the diva
mentally and physically.

Tezuka understood Fuji�s words last night well. They
must treat Atobe politely for their families� sake, but Tezuka had difficulty
bearing Atobe�s blatant sexual interest in Fuji. He could�ve been more
discreet, but this was just as expected from one as pompous as Atobe.

Mutilating his bacon wasn�t satisfying enough. Soon
after breakfast, Tezuka went to the entertainment centre in the middle of the
island. There weren�t many people there as the beach was a more appealing site
to most guests. Tezuka immediately went to the tennis court where he found
several familiar faces. Inui halted his game when he saw Tezuka and approached
him.

�Inui Sadaharu. We have met.� Inui introduced himself,
extending a hand.

�Tezuka Kunimitsu.� Tezuka said, taking Inui�s hand to
shake it.

�My friend over there is Kaido Kaoru.� Inui said,
gesturing toward his companion who was drinking from a bottle of water. �So
Tezuka-san, are you here for a game?�

�Aa.�

�Then do you mind playing with me?� Inui asked with a
mysterious glint on his glasses.

Not having any reason to refuse, Tezuka agreed. After
all, nothing was better than tennis to relief his frustration. Soon, they were
on the opposite sides of the court, playing with all their might. Inui turned
out to be a more than decent player. He had fast and powerful serves and soon
had won four games from Tezuka. Tezuka also noted the spiky haired young man
seemed to have anticipated his moves. It was a curious thought. Tezuka had
never encountered a player who could predict his movements with such accuracy.
He wouldn�t give up easily just because of that, though.

Within a span of only several serves, Tezuka was
forced to use his original techniques. One of them Inui managed to block, but
the other defeated him. When they shook hands later, though, Inui seemed to be
very satisfied with himself despite his loss. He even invited Tezuka to join
him and Kaido for a cup of tea. Tezuka was going to protest, but Inui insisted
and he ended up with them in the cafeteria.

�So Tezuka-san, how is your relationship with Fuji
progressing?� Inui asked as soon as the drooling waitress left their table.

Tezuka cleared his throat, annoyed and slightly
concerned. He reminded himself Inui was a private investigator, gathering data
was his job. Curiosity must be a part of his nature as well and thus it wasn�t
so unusual that he asked questions, private as they might be. However, what if
he told other people? Tezuka�s head pounded with the mere thought of other
people knowing his doomed life.

�Don�t worry. Your data, along with Fuji�s, are safe
with me. So, how is the relationship progressing?� Inui asked again, his pen
hovered readily over a book that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Tezuka glanced at Kaido who was making odd hissing
sound, as if disapproving of Inui�s directness. He cleared his throat again and
answered, �It�s going well.�

�Atobe has been pining over Fuji ever since he left
for Europe. He certainly didn�t waste any time to get to Fuji now that he�s
back in Japan. Atobe seems to be making his move aggressively. How do you cope
with that?�

This time Tezuka frowned as he answered, recalling the
event that took place the previous day. �I deal with it just fine. Do you know
him?�

�Yes. Fuji and I were in the same elementary school.
Atobe started to his courting when we were in fourth grade. He never failed to
send Fuji gifts during any occasion. After he swarmed our classroom with
flowers and pink heart shaped balloon in our final year, Fuji left for Europe.
Ever since then, he has went out with 37 males, all of whom had certain
resemblance with Fuji, whether in hair color, eye color, skin tone, voice,
taste in food, and interest in plants, to mention a few. Currently, he has been
single for three months and six days, ever since Fuji returned to Japan. In
fact, he ditched his latest ex-boyfriend 3.067 seconds after he received the
news of Fuji�s return while they were dining in Atobe�s house.�

Tezuka blinked. With that much information, it was
easy to mistake Inui for a stalker. Briefly, he wondered how Fuji acquainted
himself with these people, but a more urgent matter pushed the thought back.
�How was his chance of getting Fuji?�

Inui scribbled something on his notebook. �If he keeps
this up his chance will raise to 57 percent.�

So, Atobe was almost certain to get Fuji, huh? It
seems like it�s only a matter of time before Fuji finally relents to Atobe�s
tireless advances. Tezuka drank the bitter tea he ordered angrily.

�However, if you decide to interfere, his chance will
lower to 34 percent.�

Tezuka raised his eyebrow slightly when Kaido smacked
Inui�s head lightly and hissed at him to mind his own business. Inui ignored
him though, and acted as if nothing happened. He gazed unwaveringly at Tezuka,
a tiny smirk twitching the edges of his lips. �Frankly, I hope you interfere. I
don�t like Atobe very much. I think you share my opinion in that.�

Tezuka was about to give a diplomatic answer, but a
loud booming sound interrupted him. A glance outside showed the previously clear
blue sky had now darkened. Cold, wet wind blew quickly outside, accompanied by
menacing thunders. Tezuka could tell what Inui was going to say even before he
opened his mouth.

�Chances of storm 99 percent.� The spiky haired young
man muttered. �We should go.�

*

Fuji wasn�t quite sure what possessed him to go to
Atobe�s cottage so early in the morning. He had woken up earlier than usual
this morning, and was suddenly overcome by annoyance when he saw Tezuka�s
sleeping face. Knowing one way or another he would have to face Atobe�s
unwelcome courting, he decided to face it without Tezuka by his side. He was
tired of appeasing both of them. At least Atobe was clearer about his
intentions, unlike Tezuka.

Apparently, he came too early for the diva. He was still
using his hair curler when he greeted Fuji. It didn�t take very long for Fuji
to convince him to keep him company, Atobe readily if not eagerly- agreed to
his request. Very soon, they were on a boat, having breakfast under the
tropical sun.

�I�m surprised you didn�t bring anyone with you.�
Atobe commented lightly as they were eating their breakfast.

�I�d like to have certain solitude this time.� Fuji
said, smiling as he took a sip of his orange juice.

�I hope I won�t disturb you then.�

�Not at all, Atobe. You�re an excellent companion.�

Fuji felt like jumping off board when he heard those
words coming out of his mouth. It seemed like his annoyance toward Tezuka ran
deeper than he thought. He had thought he would rather give up Yuuta to the
purple haired weirdo whose picture he�s seen when he snooped around Yuuta�s
belongings, rather than flirting back with Atobe. Mentally Fuji berated himself
and braced himself for a whole day of mindless courting.

They spent several hours under the sun fishing. How
Fuji managed to survive Atobe�s unstoppable chatter all that time, he didn�t
know. However, he did admit to inventing several interesting ways to silence
the diva in his mind. Then, they had lunch on a tiny island in the middle of
the vast ocean. The sky had darkened but Atobe said it might just be raining
for a while. After lunch, they circled the island before settling on a remote
part for a quick nap in which Fuji had cautiously locked the door to his cabin.
However, when they woke up they quickly realized that what they had previously
thought to be rain cloud actually carried storm. Big waves crashed into their
boat and the high wind swayed them dangerously as thick droplets of water
poured down onto them.

�We must return to the island!� Fuji shouted through the
roaring sounds of the winds and the waves.

Atobe agreed and they brought the boat to the harbor
only to find they couldn�t moor the boat due to the rising tides. In a moment
of panic, Fuji remembered a place where they could probably moor. He directed
the captain, Kabaji, to a tiny shoreline which was his private place whenever
he searched for solitude. The waves weren�t as high there so they could moor
the boat and return to land safely. But they were drenched and completely
exhausted at that time, unable to walk the miles it took to return to the
cottages.

�Kabaji, go find some help!� Atobe ordered his butler.
�I�ll take care of Fuji.�

�Usu.� Without a single complaint, Kabaji walked
through the storm to search for help for his master. Fuji had little time to
sympathize though as Atobe quickly pulled him into a nearby cave.

�Open your clothes. You�ll catch a cold.� Atobe ordered
as he removed his own ruined silk shirt.

Fuji nodded and struggled with his shirt.� His hands were trembling hard from the cold.
He left his shorts on, though, not wanting to be completely naked with Atobe
around, no matter what the situation was. Certainly not when he didn�t have his
pepper spray around.

�Why don�t you come here so we can keep each other
warm?� Atobe suggested without a smirk, holding out a hand for Fuji.

Fuji shook his head. There was no way he wanted to be
so close to Atobe when they were wearing nothing but wet shorts. He opened his
mouth to refuse but shrieked instead when a loud boom sounded nearby. Fuji
clung to Atobe�s cold chest as he whimpered in fear, hiding his face.

�Are you scared of thunder?� Atobe asked, sounding
both surprised and pleased at the same time.

Fuji tried to answer or move away but fear had
paralyzed him. He let out a tiny whimper as a reply. His body jolted when
another clap of thunder boomed a little further away from them. Fuji didn�t
fight when Atobe wrapped his arms around his trembling body. His mind wasn�t
coherent enough to form even a word of argumentation. In the midst of the
overwhelming fear though, a name managed to slip into his mind. Tezuka.

*

Meanwhile, Tezuka was completely oblivious to his fianc�e�s
situation. He was having tea with Inui and Kaido in his warm and dry cottage,
safe from the rainstorm raging outside. It wasn�t to say he didn�t think of
Fuji at all. Tezuka was concerned for Fuji�s well being actually. The brunette
hadn�t told him where he was going and the fact he still hadn�t returned even
with the dangerous weather made Tezuka worried. However, he quickly reminded
himself Fuji was most probably with Atobe and enjoying a warm bed with the
diva. It wasn�t to say he completely shook off Fuji from his mind though.

�Fsshh� This storm is so annoying.� Kaido hissed in
annoyance.

�Don�t worry. There is a 76 percent chance that it
will ease up slightly in an hour so we can go back to our cottage.�

Tezuka listened to Inui�s calculation of the wind
velocity, origin, and the damage it would cause, quietly. By each ticking
second, he grew more and more agitated about Fuji�s state of well being. He
wanted to look for him, but was still annoyed with the slender brunette. Plus
he�d rather not deal with Atobe in this gloomy weather. God knows what he could
do in his current mood. If Fuji wanted to return, then he should return on his
own. He was a big boy after all.

�Fujiko!�

Tezuka, Inui, and Kaido looked at the drenched redhead
who just entered the cottage unannounced. Oishi followed closely behind, trying
to calm Eiji. The redhead spent some time looking around the place, yelling
Fuji�s nickname, and completely ignoring the dumbfounded trio sitting in the
living room. When he finally realized that Fuji wasn�t there, he approached
Tezuka, leaving a wet and muddy trail on the floor.

�Tezuka, where�s Fuji?� He demanded.

�Eiji, please calm down.� Oishi begged the redhead.

�He�s with Atobe.� Tezuka answered. His anger sparked
again as he mentioned the name.

Eiji�s eyes widened in fear. �He�s not here? But�
But��

�We need help.�

Everyone jumped when they saw a zombie standing by the
door, illuminated by lightning. Eiji screamed in surprise and clung to Oishi,
muttering about how Fuji should�ve stopped his experiments with voodoo. When
their shock had died down they realized their guest was still very much alive
and was unlikely to have just risen from the grave, though his attitude begged
otherwise.

�Atobe-sama and Fuji-san are stranded on a shore.�
Kabaji said.

�What?� Eiji exclaimed, having gotten over his fear.
�Oishi we have to��

�Calm down, Eiji. We need to think clearly��

�There�s an 89 percent chance of catching
hypothermia��

�Fsshhh� the tide is rising quickly��

�Calm down.� At the deep commanding voice, everybody
fell silent. Tezuka took a deep breath to calm his nerves. How long had it been
since Kabaji went to look for help? How was Fuji doing now? �Where are they
now?�

�On a shore west of the island.�

Eiji gasped. �Must be Fuji�s secret coast. It�s about
three miles from here.�

Tezuka nodded. �How long have they been there?�

Kabaji glanced at the clock briefly. �A little over an
hour.�

�Over an hour!�

�Tezuka-san, we must get them soon. It�s getting
darker, the tide is rising, and not to mention there is a threat of
hypothermia.�

�We must get a car.�

�There�s no one at the centre.�

�Call Taka-san! He�ll get a car! Hurry Tezuka!�

�Eiji�.�

�The tide��

�Fssh��

Tezuka clenched his jaw and obeyed. He fidgeted
nervously as they waited for Taka-san to arrive with the car while listening to
Eiji�s panic attack and Inui�s morbid predictions. When he finally arrived,
they had to make a quick detour to the manor to get another car because
everyone had insisted on coming. Tezuka glared at the dark clouds and pouring
rain, cursing his pride and hoping they weren�t too late.

*

Atobe had made the right decision by waiting for help
in the cave. He could see how the storm raged harder outside, the rain poured
harder, the wind blew faster, and more thunder boomed in the distance. By each
strike of lightning that foretold the coming of the loud explosion, Fuji clung
to Atobe tighter and tighter, whimpering all the while.

Aside from the hard rocky surface digging into his
back and the fact his favorite leather pants were ruined for good, Atobe didn�t
have anything to complain about. Their proximity enabled them to share body
warmth that could ward away hypothermia, at least for a while. In Atobe�s case
though, much of the heat traveled down south. Who could blame him though? Here
he was, trapped in a dark cave in only his shorts with an equally underdressed
sex kitten who had plagued many of his dreams.

It was hell trying to hold himself back for the past
hour.� So far Fuji was still unaware of
the reaction he created on Atobe�s body, still too preoccupied by his fear to
notice the lustful glint in Atobe�s eyes and the way his hands began to roam
his skin excessively. A particularly loud clap of thunder sounded from
somewhere nearby, making Fuji yelp and snuggle closer to Atobe. That was when
he began to notice the bulge digging into his hip.

�Atobe�� He whispered, confused and scared, looking
into glazed purple eyes.

Atobe didn�t listen to him. Putting Fuji�s unclear
state of mind to his full advantage, he held the back of Fuji�s head to pull
him into a kiss. He didn�t waste his chance to explore Fuji�s warm cavern when
the latter gasped slightly. He kissed Fuji passionately, not wanting to hold
back any longer now that he could have a taste of him.

Fuji struggled slightly, but with each flash of
lightning and clap of thunder, he grew weaker. A tiny voice in the back of his
mind screamed at him to stop Atobe, but his body refused to cooperate. He
whimpered softly when Atobe�s fingers rolled his nipple between his thumb and
forefinger into hardness. As Atobe�s hand descended down his abdomen, Tezuka�s
face flashed in his mind and he struggled anew, but that was when Atobe
squeezed him through his briefs. Fuji gasped into Atobe�s mouth as his body
arched up and his eyes widened to peer into the darkness. Chuckling softly,
Atobe broke the kiss to trace an invincible pattern on Fuji�s chest and stomach
with his tongue. He ignored Fuji�s powerless attempt to push him away as he
fondled Fuji, delighting himself in the way Fuji hardened under his touch.

�No.� Fuji gasped. He didn�t want this. Atobe can�t�
He was Tezuka�s fianc�.

�Yes.� Atobe whispered back smugly. He clamped his hot
mouth over a hard nipple. Licking and sucking the bud into tightness. He set to
cease Fuji�s struggle by stroking Fuji�s arousal faster with his skilled hand.

Fuji felt his body weaken further as Atobe continued
his assault. Atobe�s touches made him feel sick, but to his dismay, his body
still reacted to it. He was losing the fight, his mind screamed for help but
his mouth could only let out pleasure induced moans, gasps, and sobs. Fuji bit
his lip when Atobe teased the edges of his briefs, threatening to delve his
hand in. Atobe smirked as he slipped the tips of his fingers in to lightly scrape
the moist head of Fuji�s erection, drawing a sharp cry from the slender male. A
shadow moved at the mouth of the cave, making them freeze in surprise. Atobe
lifted himself off Fuji slightly to have a better look as the brunette gasped
softly.

Tezuka narrowed his eyes as he took in the spectacle
before him. He missed the desperate look in Fuji�s eyes as he was too focused
on Atobe�s smug smirk. He clenched his hands into fists as anger raged within
him.

�Tezuka, have you found them?� Eiji�s voice came from
the distance.

Without taking his eyes off Atobe�s, he answered the
redhead�s call. �They�re here.�

Atobe smirked and suddenly latched his lips onto
Fuji�s neck and squeezed Fuji�s arousal. Fuji cried out and pushed Atobe away.
This time Atobe easily complied. He smirked, knowing the message had been
received loud and clear by Tezuka.

�Fujiko!�

As Eiji approached the cave, Tezuka stormed inside,
pulled Fuji to his feet and dragged him away.

�I�ll take him. You bring Atobe.� Tezuka ordered the confused
redhead who just showed up and immediately pulled Fuji to the waiting cars.
Taka-san rushed to give Fuji dry blankets but Tezuka snatched them away and
wrapped it around Fuji himself. �I�ll take the car.�

Just as everyone else present, Taka-san could only
stare as Tezuka pushed Fuji into the car and then drove away. The trip was
short and silent as Tezuka drove through the rain rather wildly. As soon as
they arrived at their cottage, Fuji quietly entered the building. Tezuka was
close behind him. He slammed the car door shut loudly, locked the front door,
and then quickly went after Fuji who just went to their shared bedroom to
escape Tezuka�s wrath. He caught Fuji�s arm just as the brunette about to close
the door.

�What was that?� Tezuka asked quietly, menacingly. The
fire raging in his brown orbs showed that he was anything but cool and composed
at the moment.

Fuji shook his head and jerked when another thunder
boomed in the distance. �N-nothing. Please, Tezuka��

�It didn�t seem like nothing to me.� Tezuka growled,
stepping closer to Fuji.

�I��

�You were making out with Atobe.� Tezuka spat the name
angrily and tightened his hold on Fuji�s arm, causing him to cry out. Anger
overtook Tezuka completely as the cry reminded him of Fuji�s cry earlier when
Atobe fondled him. �You will not do that again!�

Then he threw Fuji to the bed and slammed the door
shut behind him. Fuji was sprawled on the bed, still shocked by the rough
treatment, when Tezuka covered his cold body with his heated one and kissed him
fiercely. There was not a single trace of gentleness in the kiss; it was only a
matter of retaking one�s claim. Tezuka�s hands weren�t idle at all,
possessively roaming Fuji�s skin as if to wipe away every single trace of Atobe
on him.

He broke off the kiss to mark Fuji�s neck exactly on
the spot when Atobe had marked him earlier and held Fuji�s body down when the
latter jerked up in pain and surprise. Then he nipped and bit his way down to
Fuji�s nipples, hoping to leave marks of ownership. His hand massaged the bulge
between Fuji�s legs and he angrily noted that the cloth was moist from more
than just the rain.

�Stop� stop�� Fuji gasped pleadingly.

Tezuka replied to this by biting his nipple, wringing
a shocked cry from the slender brunette. He moved lower, pausing only to rip
the offending cloth of Fuji�s briefs apart. Fuji was fully erect, throbbing hot
and Tezuka wondered how long they had been in that cave. Had they�?

Fuji screamed when a wet warm cavern enveloped him. He
clutched Tezuka�s head tightly as he rocked into the hungry mouth. He gasped
and moaned as Tezuka�s tongue caressed every inch of his hardness, bringing him
closer and closer to the edge. He threw his head back as Tezuka spread his legs
wider and began to suck him and bob his head while playing with Fuji�s tight
balls, rolling and squeezing them. When Fuji became more and more vocal, he
suddenly removed his mouth and replaced it with his hand. Fuji had no chance to
protest as Tezuka kept pumping his cock quickly. Finally, with a shout, Fuji
came in Tezuka�s hand.

Tezuka gave him no chance to recover his wits. He
immediately slipped his cum-soaked fingers into Fuji. At first, Fuji squirmed
uncomfortably but when Tezuka pushed the digits deeper and brushed his
prostate, he began to meet the thrust of his fingers. Pleased yet infuriated by
the eagerness, Tezuka lavished Fuji�s nipples with sloppy kisses and stroked
his cock back into hardness.

Though he wanted to draw this out, prolong the
pleasure and let it mingle with impatience, soon Tezuka couldn�t hold back
anymore. Beneath him, Fuji kept moving against his fingers, his slack mouth
released most arousing sounds and his eyes half closed. His cock throbbed with
unspent desire and Tezuka slipped his fingers out. He pulled Fuji up into a
kneeling position and kissed him passionately while rubbing his still-covered
erection against Fuji�s bare one. Then suddenly, he turned Fuji around,
unzipped his trouser to quickly slather his arousal with the remaining of
Fuji�s cum and entered Fuji in one swift thrust.

Fuji�s flew open and he gasped and would�ve fallen
forward if not for Tezuka�s arm around his torso. Tezuka tightened his grip on
Fuji�s hips as he tried to control his desire to come when he felt the tight,
quivering heat closing over his throbbing flesh, massaging him and pulling him
deeper intimately. He leaned forward to lick and bite Fuji�s earlobe, drawing
passionate moans from the slender brunette. He pulled out slightly and slammed
back in, causing his fianc� to cry out, but then he stilled and whispered into
Fuji�s ear.

�Dance for me.�

Fuji shook his head but Tezuka persisted, rotating his
hips slightly. He sucked and bit Fuji�s neck as he teased him with what he
could have.

�Dance for me.� He repeated his order.

Finally, Fuji complied. He reached back with one hand
to hold Tezuka�s head while his other hand joined Tezuka�s on his hip as he
began to move back and forth. He rocked and swayed to the music of lust
accentuated with the occasional booms of thunders. He gasped and moaned as he
tried to make Tezuka brush that spot again, but Tezuka refused to move, forcing
Fuji to seek for the right angle on his own, shifting his hips sinfully and
pushing back for satisfying penetration. Fuji whined, needing it harder,
faster, deeper and unable to have it unless Tezuka would move.

�Kunimitsu.� He moaned when he couldn�t get Tezuka to
thrust into his sweet spot, his muscles unconsciously tightening around
Tezuka�s aching shaft. �Please.�

Hearing that, Tezuka groaned and withdrew from Fuji�s
tight clasp slowly, only to slam back in, brushing his prostate accurately.
Fuji�s body hunched forward from the force and he cried out in a mixture of
surprise and pleasure. Tezuka no longer held back as he set a furious pace. His
hand twisted a nipple and then moved down south to brush his fingers against
Fuji�s straining arousal.

Fuji whined when he felt the light touch on his aching
shaft, but before he could thrust into the teasing touch, the hand disappeared.
It returned again but this time on his thigh, teasing his inner thigh with soft
caresses. Fuji moaned pleadingly and his hand immediately flew to relieve his
growing need, but Tezuka caught it and moved it away.

The hard pounding brought them closer and closer to
the edge. If the pace had been furious, now it was nearly brutal. Fuji was
breathless with each jab to his pleasure spot. He heard Tezuka�s groans as if
from the distance. Hs sole focus was on the pleasure induced by the hard
thrusts. Then suddenly, the world came crashing down on him as he came hard
untouched, and crying out Tezuka�s name. Tezuka growled and thrust into him one
more time before stilling and coming hard inside Fuji�s spasming body.

Once he regained some of his control, he pulled out of
Fuji and pulled him away from the mess they created. Fuji laid on his side and
Tezuka spooned him once again, draping his arm possessively over his fianc�.
Not a second later, they were claimed by restful sleep, the storm outside
forgotten.

*

Tezuka woke up feeling warm, comfortable, and unbearably
hard. He had had the nicest dream last night. He had dreamt of making love to a
pliant body. He remembered how he ordered the slender brunette to �dance�. The
sight and sounds the lovely brunette produced aroused him to no end. Tezuka
remembered the clenching heat around his hardness when he came screaming a name
nearly lost in passion.

Kunimitsu

Oh, shit.

Tezuka opened his eyes abruptly and realized it wasn�t
a dream because here, in his arms, against his bare body, was a very naked Fuji
Shuusuke. He immediately became aware of how their bodies touched and
especially how his morning erection was cradled between Fuji�s butt cheeks.
Tezuka swallowed thickly. This couldn�t be good.

He knew he should�ve pulled away but Fuji�s warm and
soft body lured him close. The memory of the tight channel closing around him
came unbidden. His arousal throbbed at the reminder.

Almost unconsciously, he started to rock his hips slightly,
rubbing his straining arousal on the cleft of Fuji�s ass. His breath soon grew
ragged as his hips rocked faster. How he wanted to be buried in the heat of
Fuji�s body once again!

�Do it.�

At first, he thought he had imagined the whisper, but
then he felt Fuji�s hand close over his and bring it to his arousal and Tezuka
realized that it was real. He swallowed thickly as he caressed the hardened
flesh lightly. �Are you sure?�

Fuji answered this by thrusting a tube of lubricant
their mothers had placed in the bedside drawer towards him. Tezuka moaned and
pulled away just enough so he could slather his fingers with the lube and
prepared Fuji. He was shaking, perhaps even more so than Fuji, when he slowly
eased a slender digit in. The soft noises Fuji made as he moved his finger
slowly and then added another wasn�t helping his control. Tezuka moaned in
relief when he finally removed his fingers, hooked Fuji�s leg on his elbow and
pushed in.

His movements were gentle compared to last night.
Without booze or rage, he could fully appreciate the heat, tightness, and
softness of Fuji�s body. He showered Fuji�s shoulder with gentle kisses as they
moved slowly in perfect harmony. Fuji pushed back whenever Tezuka entered him
to brush against that pleasure spot. He gasped and moaned pleadingly and turned
his head to ask for a kiss from the taller man. Tezuka complied readily,
latching his mouth over Fuji�s in a slow but passionate kiss.

�Nnn� Kunimitsu�� Fuji moaned softly, breaking the
kiss and clutching the bed sheet tightly.

�Please.�

Tezuka replied with a bite and picked up his speed.
Soon, they fell into a quick pace and Fuji wrapped his hand around his arousal
to pull it in time with Tezuka�s thrusts. This time they didn�t rush to reach
the peak, but their physical need made itself known. Tezuka slammed in one last
time and came inside Fuji as the brunette came with a tiny cry.

They spent several minutes in each other�s arms,
panting. Tezuka kissed Fuji�s shoulder and neck as he basked in the afterglow.
He heard Fuji sigh softly as he did so, but couldn�t bring himself to move
away.

�Kunimitsu� Tezuka.�

�Hmm?�

�We need to talk.�
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