Table Games

Title: Table Games
Author: yours truly
Summary: Fuji just wanted to own Tezuka for real, forever.
Rating: strong NC-17.
Pairing: Fuji x Tezuka
Genre: smut, gag and itsy bitsy of angst.
Disclaimer: I am not Konomi Takeshi.
Notes: this is also not beta\'ed, and i\'m not an english speaker, however i do try my best ^^ feedback is most appreciated as well as beta help


**edited because aff.net fucked up the format

Table Games
Fuji just wanted to own Tezuka for real, forever.


\"And I\'m telling her \'Nee-san!!! It\'s my favorite shoes and I can\'t live without them!!~\" Eiji laid out his story, using hand gestures as he spoke quickly.

Oishi blinked once or twice in confusion. Listening to Eiji was interesting, but he really wasn\'t sure what the animated boy was babbling about. He nodded and smiled nervously in agreement, unaware that his small gestures only encouraged Eiji to go on and tell everything that happened to him during the week, even if the line between the events wasn\'t really connected.

At one point, Oishi sent Tezuka, who was on the sofa, a miserable look, asking for help.

\"Mou, Oishi~~!!\" Eiji muttered. \"Are you even listening?!\"

\"Ye-yes…\" Oishi sweatdropped and returned his eyes to Eiji.

\"And then she took my BEAR too!\"

Fuji smiled and leaned into Tezuka, trailing his fingers over the older boy\'s knee. Tezuka shifted in his seat in discomfort, before brushing Fuji\'s hand away and trying to create some distance between them.

Just as Oishi\'s attempts to make sense of everything Eiji spurted only encouraged the energetic boy to go on, Tezuka\'s attempts to get away from Fuji, only made the tensai become more aggressive.

\"Ne, Tezuka…\" he whispered into his ear, his hand shamelessly falling onto Tezuka\'s thigh, and he moved his index finger, drawing circles over the rough material that separated his hand from Tezuka\'s skin. \"Eiji is cute, isn\'t he?\"

\"Fuji, stop,\" Tezuka snarled between gritted teeth. \"Everyone is here.\"

\"No one is watching us…\" Fuji whispered back, smiling brightly. \"Momo and Echizen went to raid the kitchen, Kaidoh is sulking in the corner… Inui is on the internet, and… um, where is Taka-san?\" Fuji let out a chuckle. \"Maa, you should loosen up a bit and have fun.\" His hand slipped, caressing the inside of Tezuka\'s thigh.

\"Fuji…\" Tezuka growled again, to no avail. He could feel Fuji\'s hot breath on his neck a moment before the younger boy\'s lips fluttered over his pulse.

\"Oishi!\" Tezuka raised his voice, pushing the intruding hand away as he straightened, making the tensai back away.

\"Hm, what is it Tezuka? Is everything all right? You seem a little flushed…\" Oishi was all too happy to have a break from Eiji\'s enthusiastic story. \"Is there something I can help you with?\"

Tezuka got up and brushed his sweater. \"Where\'s the bathroom?\" he asked.

\"Um,\" Oishi mumbled and got up from the carpet. \"The guest bathroom is on the second floor, third door to the left…\" he said thoughtfully. \"Do you want me to show you?\" he hurried to offer.

\"It\'s okay.\" Tezuka dismissed him and touched the frame of his glasses briefly. \"I\'ll find my way, thanks.\"

He gave Fuji a menacing glare as he walked away. The other boy\'s smile grew wider and he folded his arms, leaning back on the sofa.

Oishi sighed and looked back at Eiji who was thinking to himself about something and counting with his fingers.

\"It\'s really nice of your uncle to let us stay in his summer house,\" Fuji told Oishi.

\"Ah, yes, I was very surprised when he offered.\" Oishi blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

Shouts came from the kitchen. \"That\'s cruel, Echizen! I found it first!\" They heard Momo protest in anger.

\"Oooh, a fight!\" Eiji seemed to have sprung back to life. He jumped to his feet and skipped to the kitchen.

\"No, Eiji! Wait!\" Oishi ran after him.

Fuji counted to three.

\"MOMO! ECHIZEN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY UNCLE\'S KITCHEN!!!\" came Oishi\'s scream, just on cue.

Fuji chuckled to himself and got up, shoving his hands into his pockets.

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Tezuka finished drying his face with the towel and put his glasses back on. That careless boy would be the end of him, he thought briefly before sighing heavily and stepping out of the bathroom, nearly bumping into said boy.

\"Fuji…\" he mumbled. \"You need the bathroom?\"

\"Hmmm…\" Fuji said with a grin. \"Not in particular.\"

\"Then… better go back…\" the taller boy mumbled and stepped forward.

Fuji grabbed his wrist. \"I have a better idea.\"

\"Hm?\" Tezuka looked at him, keeping a stern expression.

\"Let\'s play.\" Fuji wrapped his fingers in Tezuka\'s and before the older boy could protest he pulled him across the hall.

\"Fu-\" Tezuka started saying, when he raised his eyes to look at the room.

It was a large white room, with a beautiful green and prospering patio. But what attracted his eyes the most was the large pool table in the middle of the room. The balls were resting on the table in a mess, next to a cue stick that lay forgotten.

\"How about it, Tezuka?\" Fuji asked.

Before Tezuka had a chance to reply, Fuji stood on his toes and kissed him briefly.

Tezuka considered the kiss for a moment, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip.

\"Let\'s play,\" he finally said and stepped over to the table lifting the cue stick. He wasn\'t going to lose to Fuji\'s game.

Fuji picked another cue that was hung on the wall and approached the table. Tezuka was organizing the balls.

\"The cue ball is missing…\" he muttered and checked under the table. \"Not around.\"

\"Maa, we\'ll just play without it.\" Fuji smiled.

A first alarm bell started ringing in Tezuka\'s head, for all the worth of the years he\'d known Fuji. Danger was near.

But Tezuka also loved dangers, even if he didn\'t look it.

And so he opened the game.

The second alarm bell went off the moment he felt Fuji brushing against him innocently. Tezuka chose to ignore that warning as well and leaned in, aiming at the ball.

\"Hm, not bad,\" Fuji whispered and Tezuka turned around to look at him. \"You\'re still in shape.\"

Tezuka eyed him, not missing the way Fuji\'s fingers handled the tip of the cue stick. For some reason, it made his skin tickle.

\"It\'s getting hot here, ne?\" Fuji continued and freed a few buttons from his shirt.

Tezuka found himself staring at the piece of skin Fuji revealed, and at the silver cross necklace he was wearing.

\"Saa, it\'s my turn, isn\'t it?\" Fuji moved closer.

Tezuka still had his eyes fixated on the crook of Fuji\'s neck. Unsure why, but the only thought that crossed his mind was that he needed to touch the other boy. To rip that shirt off the other\'s body and to lose himself between those frail looking arms.

If anyone could drive him insane it was the younger boy. There was nothing regular or normal about him and it drove Tezuka mad with determination to decipher the enigma that was Fuji Syusuke. Although he\'d known him for approximately five years, four of which intimately, sometimes it still felt like he didn\'t know him at all. It upset him as well as thrilled him.

As though Fuji felt the change in the atmosphere, he rested his finger over his mouth tentatively, sucking on the tip and looking like a little lost boy.

Tezuka rested the cue stick on the table and reached out, pulling the shorter boy into his arms range and crushing him into his chest.

Fuji mumbled something inaudible into Tezuka\'s broad chest, his hand letting go of the stick and Tezuka twitched a little when he heard it hit the floor rather loudly.

\"Hmm Tezuka, how daring,\" Fuji teased and raised his head.

Tezuka looked at him sternly and cupped his face between both hands and leaned in, bringing his lips close to Fuji\'s mouth.

He closed his eyes and his nose against Fuji\'s. \"I can\'t…\"

\"What, Tezuka Kunimitsu is afraid of something?\" Fuji chuckled. \"No one is going to walk in, they\'re all busy in the kitchen.\"

\"Hn…\" Tezuka continued to hold Fuji\'s face, his thumb caressing the boy\'s jaw.

\"Well then…\" Fuji whispered and pushed himself against Tezuka. \"I guess I\'ll just have to take the blame…\" he whispered and wrapped his arms around Tezuka\'s neck, forcing the taller boy to lean and took advantage of the moment to brush their lips together.

Tezuka\'s hesitance disappeared as fast as it arrived and he buried his tongue inside the other\'s mouth, giving in to the heat that rushed through his body. His hands ran over Fuji\'s back and rested on his waist. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants, awakening quickly into life.

He moaned softly against Fuji\'s mouth, his hand sliding under the other\'s shirt, feeling his midriff rising and falling as his breathing accelerated.

Fuji was leaning into him, or maybe he was crushing the boy into his body again, but they were standing so close he could feel their erections pressing together through the thick layers of their clothing.

Tezuka continued exploring the depth of Fuji\'s mouth, all the while unbuttoning the other\'s shirt, revealing the whiteness of his chest. His spread his hand over the cross Fuji was wearing, feeling the fast, excited heartbeats.

Fuji wasn\'t passive. His hands roamed under Tezuka\'s sweater, tickling and feeling the tight muscular stomach of his captain. They only broke the kiss when he pulled the black sweater over Tezuka\'s head, the other more than willing to aid, his glasses fell off his nose along with the black Kashmir sweater and they faced each other again.

The dark-haired boy stepped backwards as the grinning boy advanced on him, until he felt his back pushed against the table.

Fuji opened his eyes, letting the other see how much he desired him. The color of Fuji\'s eyes darkened with lust and Tezuka didn\'t need much more, especially as he could feel their erections rubbing against each other through the fabric of their pants.

Fuji held onto Tezuka and buried his face in his broad chest. His lips were burning with the heat that radiated from Tezuka\'s skin and he moved up until his mouth met Tezuka\'s left nipple. He lapped the small bud with his mouth, dividing his attention from the rosy nipple to the cute suppressed moans the other boy released.

His tongue continued to circle around the hardening nipple, while his other hand roamed up Tezuka\'s tight stomach, until his fingers found the neglected nipple and started teasing it, pinching and rubbing it.

Tezuka emitted a whimper when Fuji nipped his bud a little too hard. His hands clutched tighter to Fuji\'s back, fingers leaving red stripes on the pale skin.

\"Fu… Fuji…\" his lover\'s name escaped Tezuka\'s lips when Fuji\'s released his nipple and moved to give equal attention to the other one.

Tezuka moved his fingers to caress Fuji\'s face and the boy took the opportunity to suck on Tezuka\'s fingers, while giving the taller boy a half-lidded mischievous ogle. Tezuka removed his fingers from Fuji\'s mouth and slipped both his hands down Fuji\'s back, sliding them into his pants, feeling the tight buttocks and squeezing the smaller boy against his body. Fuji gave a little purr of pleasure, without raising his head from Tezuka\'s chest.

\"We… should… we…\" Tezuka whispered, closing his eyes as Fuji\'s tongue running in circle around his nipple sent jolts of electricity down his spine.

\"Nnnn…\" Fuji mumbled and raised his head to kiss Tezuka\'s neck, purposely sucking long and loud and rubbing his body back and forth, caught between Tezuka\'s still hidden erection and Tezuka\'s hands that was gripping tight his butt in response to his tongue action.

\"Te…\" Fuji released a surprised groan when he felt the other sliding a wet finger into his hole. \"Nnnn…\" he smiled and growled in pleasure.

Tezuka though he was gonna come in his pants when he felt Fuji\'s tightness around his fingers. The warm muscles clutching around him made him even more aroused, if it was even possible. He already longed to be freed from his pants.

As if reading his mind, something that seemed to happen a lot with the two of them, Fuji stopped kissing Tezuka\'s neck, and his hands moved from the abused nipples to fumble with his belt.

\"Ahh…\" he let out a sigh of relief when his erection poked out through his boxers, meeting the cool air. Fuji yanked the boxers down and pushed Tezuka back to the table. Tezuka raised himself a little to settle down on the pool table. Fuji tossed the trousers and returned his attention to Tezuka\'s throbbing member, grabbing it between his hands.

Tezuka bit on his bottom lip as he looked at Fuji running his tongue over the main vein of the organ. Though he wasn\'t wearing his glasses and vision was blurry from excitement as well, he didn\'t miss Fuji\'s naughty gleam when they made an eye contact. Fuji\'s fingers were holding and caressing the tip, playing with the little thin drops of pre-cum that oozed from the hole. His other hand was holding the base of the organ and fondling Tezuka\'s testicle.

Tezuka\'s breathing became more and more heavy and he didn\'t know how long he would manage to hold himself. Absently, he remembered his mother\'s embarrassing chatter when she gave him \"the speech\", telling him he was in the springtime of his youth and all sorts of other uncomfortable things about young men and sex… it made him wonder if she was cooperating with Fuji behind his back because she was just as bad, if not worse. Probably not worse, Fuji was unrivaled.

Fuji trailed his tongue over the strained organ again, returning Tezuka\'s attention to him. Tezuka grabbed Fuji\'s hair when the other youth replaced his fingers with his mouth, swallowing the head of Tezuka\'s cock, and pumping his shaft, slow at first and then steadily raising the speed.

It was something that Fuji came to cherish and try to steal that feeling whenever he had a chance. Holding Tezuka\'s in his hands, feeling him growing harder and larger because of what he was doing to him. It felt heavenly. He knew he wanted those moments to last forever, but from experience he knew nothing lasted forever, time continued slipping and moving on, bringing with it unpredictability, which was one of the things Fuji abhorred the most.

But for the moment, he could enjoy feeling like Tezuka was completely his, and nothing was going to come between them, even if it were to be their last summer together. Just for now, he could own Tezuka Kunimitsu and Tezuka could own Fuji Syusuke. And even if they move on with time and whatever it brings, it was going to be a moment neither of them was going to forget.

Fuji\'s tongue poked the leaking hole of Tezuka\'s cock, lapping the fluid and caressing the head with wet strokes. Tezuka\'s grip of his hair weakened and Fuji could feel that Tezuka\'s endurance almost reached its limit and so he moved his tongue down to his lover\'s pucker, darting out his tongue at the tight ring of muscles.

Tezuka stiffened and stretched his legs and toes. Fuji\'s hands rested on his thighs, spreading them against the table, as he tried to invade Tezuka with his tongue. The boy squirmed under his touch, panting and groaning, no longer giving thought or cares enough to suppress it. Fuji in respond, smeared Tezuka\'s pucker with saliva and the lube he always carried in his pocket in advance.

Tezuka twitched when he felt Fuji applying the cold substance to his hole. He heard Fuji unzipping his pants and briefly thought he didn\'t do anything for Fuji in return. He didn\'t have much time to dwell on his thought, feeling the head of Fuji\'s hard cock rubbing against his entrance. He laid back, leaning his hands on the table.

Fuji was still holding both Tezuka\'s thighs when he thrust into him in one smooth motion.

Tezuka grunted and dug his fingers into the green surface of the table.

Fuji started sliding in and out of Tezuka, breathing heavily into the crook of Tezuka\'s neck. The acceptance and warmth of Tezuka\'s insides was always a nice bonus to the pleasures this person had given him. He enjoyed looking at Tezuka\'s face as he was doing these things to him, knowing this expression; that misty, hungry, lustful look in the hazel eyes was reserved just for him. It was moments like these that Fuji wanted to scream to the world that this breathtaking man belonged to him, and to no one else.

He thrust deeper into Tezuka, as if to prove that no one else could ever go as far as he had. No one knew every nook and cranny in his body like he did. He leaned further into Tezuka\'s chest, their sweaty chests rising and falling together in harmony, sticking together with the sweat. Despite himself, Fuji thought for a moment that all that separated his secret wish from coming true was a mouth and a door, and however dirty and messy three hungry growing boys left the kitchen. It made him chuckle and he felt the other boy\'s shift and stiffen, his penis poking Fuji\'s abdomen.

Tezuka felt Fuji\'s warm breath against his neck and heard the weird chuckles that suddenly caught the other boy stop as sudden as they started. He felt Fuji\'s hands tightening around his shaft and squeezing him, milking him for all his worth. He decided it was better not to ask what was so funny, especially as all the sound he could get out was a throaty growl.

He started feeling uncomfortable in that position and moved back on the table, letting Fuji slip out of him. He felt the snooker balls in his back and moved around to push them away, some flew out of the table and he could still hear them roll somewhere as he lay down on the table and pushed Fuji up with him and over him. Fuji chuckled and kissed his softly, their eyes meeting briefly. Tezuka lifted his hand to remove wet hair that stuck to Fuji\'s face, hiding his eyes.

\"Better…\" Fuji whispered hoarsely and reached down between their legs to guide his shaft into Tezuka once more.

\"I…\" Tezuka started whispering and flinched when he felt Fuji filling him up again.

\"Like that…\" Fuji whispered again, and Tezuka felt a little envious that Fuji could still talk.

His thoughts fogged again when Fuji continued thrusting into him and at the same time squeezing and pulling his cock, giving him double pleasure. Fuji\'s necklace tickled his neck and he could almost feel the shape of the cross burn into him as Fuji leaned in deeper to take his lips, dipping his tongue inside Tezuka\'s mouth.

Tezuka felt his orgasm building as his toes started to tickle. He held tight onto Fuji, not caring about the red marks that already completely covered the prodigy\'s back.

\"My…\" Fuji grinned and opened his eyes slightly. He wanted to see, not just feel, the moment Tezuka reached his climax. For Fuji that moment was the epitome of every single one of their trysts, no matter who got to be on top or bottom.

It was almost a competition between them, to see who could hold longer onto the moment. As usual, Fuji thought when he spread his seed inside his lover, Tezuka won.

Tezuka wrapped his arm around Fuji\'s limp body. He felt Fuji\'s cock twitch and spurt more semen inside of him, before Fuji pulled out. Tezuka bit Fuji\'s earlobe and spread some wet kisses on the boy\'s face, before finally allowing himself release. His semen shot between their bodies and over Fuji\'s hand.

They lay down on the table, sticking together with the mixed fluids, without a care in the world. Fuji nodded his head, intentionally poking Tezuka\'s chin, and he moved his hand from Tezuka\'s shoulder to the table.

He grimaced when he realized he was staining the pool table with semen and hurried to withdraw his hand and rest it back on Tezuka\'s shoulder, hardly able to hold his laughter.

\"Hm?\" Tezuka opened his eyes slightly, hearing Fuji\'s stifled snickers.

Fuji raised his head to look at him with a big smile and Tezuka raised his hand, caressing the boy\'s face with his thumb.

\"Ne, Tezuka…\" Fuji said quietly between sighs of pleasure at Tezuka\'s touch.

\"Hm?\"

\"When we move in together, we should get a pool table.\"

Tezuka furrowed his brow and dropped his hand. \"Since when are we going to move in together?\"

\"I just thought about it…\" Fuji put his hands on the table, on both sides of Tezuka\'s hand and raised himself up, looking down at his lover. \"I decided that we should take our fate in our hands…\" he said thoughtfully, his voice lower than usual. \"I\'ve decided that I never want to let you go.\"

Tezuka sighed. \"And I thought we agreed that whatever happens happens and we\'ll just go with whatever life throws at us.\"

Fuji curved his mouth and then frowned. \"Don\'t want to,\" he said in a rather childish tone. \"I\'ve changed my mind.\"

\"We\'ll see…\" Tezuka started saying, but Fuji sneaked one hand between their bodies, grabbing hold of Tezuka\'s softening dick. He squeezed last few drops of fresh semen into his hand.

\"Then I\'ll just ask Oishi\'s uncle to give us this table,\" he said with a grin and slammed his wet hand into the table. \"It\'s ruined anyway.\"

\"Fuji!\" Tezuka pushed him away and sat up, Fuji nearly lost his balance and jumped off the table.

Tezuka still shook his head as he started dressing up. \"We really should get back to the others anyway, before they start looking for us.\"

\"Don\'t worry,\" Fuji said reassuringly. \"But yes.\" He started pulling up his pants.

Tezuka glared at him and put back his sweater on, when he thought he heard a rustle of leaves. He froze in his place, leaving his stomach half exposed.

\"And maybe we should relieve Taka-san from his misery,\" Fuji added, smiling at Tezuka.

Tezuka leaned down to take his glasses from the floor. He put them back on and glared at the smiling prodigy.

\"Kawamura?\" he managed to sound cool, masking the surprise and slight nervousness in his voice.

Fuji laughed. \"Ah, Taka-san, it\'s all right, you can come out.\"

Tezuka\'s face stiffened, and he wore his usual cold, impassive expression as the bushes in the patio rustled more and Taka emerged from the bushes, his face red as a lobster, and he was rubbing the back of his head in embarrassement. Obviously, wishing to be anywhere but in that room.

\"Ah, sorry, I was…\" he stammered and showed Tezuka the white cue ball he was holding. \"I… uh, I saw the pool table and thought… uh, it was a good opportunity to improve… uh, and then I hit too far and it got lost in the bushes…\" he smiled nervously.

Tezuka was grateful for his years of training and his nerves of steel that allowed him to keep standing with a calm expression as though nothing unusual happened.

\"Ah, don\'t worry Tezuka,\" Fuji said cheerfully, obviously the one who was most amused from the awkward situation. \"Taka-san won\'t tell anyone about us, right, Taka-san?\" Fuji turned to smile heartily and very innocently at the muscular boy.

\"N-no…\" Taka stammered and swallowed, sweatdrops filling his reddened face as he dared to raise his eyes slowly to look at Tezuka. \"I-I didn\'t see anything.\"

\"Saa.\" Fuji continued grinning. He brushed his hand on his pants before handing Taka-san the cue stick. \"You can continue your practice. Sorry to have disturbed you.\"

\"Fuji,\" Tezuka growled and grabbed Fuji by his elbow the moment they walked out of the room, closing the door behind them. \"You knew?\"

\"Aa, sort of. I had the impression, but I only knew for sure after it was too late to stop…\" Fuji smiled and studied Tezuka\'s face.

He wondered how long it was going for Tezuka to get over his shock. The taller boy just pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, before walking away from Fuji back to the first floor, where the cheerful voices of Eiji and Momo were heard loud.

Fuji lingered before the stairs, and just listened to the voices of his friends. He didn\'t know where the future was going to take them, or if he were always going to be with Tezuka, but at that moment, if felt good to know that someone else shared their secret. It was as though by knowing that someone else who wasn\'t one of them knew, then it was true, and the moment they shared between them really existed and wasn\'t just a dream or a figment of his imagination.

And he also had a feeling that from that evening onward, poor Taka-san was going to keep a distance from the two of them.


~the end ^_^