A Medicine with Spice

Disclaimer: the characters belong to Konomi-sensei!

AIM log gone hentai. Tezuka x Fuji smut/gag. not beta\'ed, but please enjoy ^_^ feedback is always appreciated.

**edited cuz aff.net fucked up the format..

A Medicine with Spice


Tezuka hated it, but there was no other way. Fuji loved it, and knew Tezuka had no escape. Naive as he was in the beginning, Tezuka had tried to escape it once and regretted it deeply.

Fuji wasn\'t sure why Tezuka was trying to escape in the first place, it wasn\'t fun in the normal sense of the word. He knew all too well that pushing Tezuka to undertake a fun activity would eventually end up annoying both of them. But even so, he never gave up on trying, when the occasion arose.This time, however, he had chosen something that was a perfect mixture of fun and serious, educating pastime.

Imagine his disappointment when Tezuka didn\'t even show up for school that morning.

But Fuji wouldn\'t be Fuji if he didn\'t manage to find a way to have Tezuka do as he, Fuji, had planned.

And so when his mother opened the door and told him that Fuji has come to visit and bring him homework (even though he\'s not in the same class as him), Tezuka groaned and wondered if he could escape through the window without destroying his grandfather\'s flowers that grew under it.

\"Konnichi wa, Kunimitsu-chan!\" He thought to hear a slightly menacing undertone in Fuji\'s apparent innocent greeting.

\"Hn,\" he mumbled and sat in his bed, feeling his head pounding faster. Would Fuji not back down even when he\'s sick?

\"Ne, Tezuka, too bad that your sudden cold prevents you from seeing the special screening of this wonderful documentation about 50 years of Wimbledon Championships I had managed to get us tickets for.\"

Tezuka considered the words for a moment. So that was the surprise Fuji was talking about? He didn\'t know if he should feel relieved or upset at his sudden illness that had even prevented him from going to school that day and miss math and world history. Of course then he remembered that one time he had given in and had gone to the cinema with Fuji and that was exactly why he NEVER wanted to do that again. Not alone with Fuji at his side.

Fuji grabbed Tezuka\'s chair, bringing it closer to Tezuka\'s bed, he sat so that the backrest was in front of him and wrapped his arms around it, leaning forward as he spoke slowly, \"So I gave the tickets to Oishi and Eiji, and I promised your mother before she left that I will stay with you all afternoon and take care of you! ^_^\"

Tezuka wasn\'t sure if it was the fever or Fuji\'s announcement that sent a cold shiver down his spine… he tended to believe the latter.

\"Do you want me to bring you anything from the kitchen? You don\'t look so well.\" Fuji leaned in with concern to check out the interesting color Tezuka\'s face developed.

Tezuka flinched and backed away slightly. \"Eh, yes please. I think some hot tea would be fine.\"

Fuji got up and patted the chair. \"I\'ll make you the special tea my sister taught me to make, it heals everything instantly!\" he announced and walked out of the room.

Tezuka sighed. He wasn\'t sure if those few minutes of freedom he had bought himself would be enough to regain his composure. It was already tough facing Fuji at full health, now weakened by a nasty cold he felt utterly defenseless against whatever the tensai was cooking… literally and otherwise.

Fuji hummed himself the tune of his new favorite song -- \"Carry On\" by some female voice actress he liked, as he looked around the kitchen for fitting ingredients for his special healing tea. He put the leaves and the other things in the boiling water, watching it bubble and change its color to a nice color that symbolized his love for the older boy perfectly. When the tea was ready, he carefully poured it into a nice tea cup and put it on a silver tray. On his way back to Tezuka he passed by an elegant flower arrangement in the corridor and couldn\'t resist snatching a beautiful orchid blossom to add as perfect decoration. Fuji was a visual person after all.

Tezuka sighed and rubbed his forehead. He heard the door reopen and saw Fuji walking in with the tray in his hands, an orchid blossom next to a bubbling, foaming red... thing... which made him wonder if he heard wrong and Fuji said \"Inui\" instead of \"sister\" and, the most disturbing yet was the fact that Fuji was wearing his mother\'s silk apron and smiling wholeheartedly.

\"Ne, Tezuka, you should try to drink it in one gulp. We just wait awhile until it\'s cooled a little.\" Fuji looked closely at Tezuka. \"You seem to suffer from a headache. I will give you a little massage. Nee-san recently taught me some traditional moves.\"

Tezuka swallowed despite his sore throat and squinted at the window, which seemed like the best opportunity again, to hell with his grandfather\'s garden. He cleared his throat. \"No, Fuji. I think I just need to rest,\" he said quietly, closing his eyes.

Fuji chuckled and moved closer to Tezuka who had leaned back in his bed again. \"But Nee-san told me it\'s working really well. She tried it on her boyfriend and his pain was gone in an instant!\"

Tezuka opened his eyes in shock only to find a pair of enigmatic blue eyes staring into his own. He blushed and cleared his throat a little, before forcing himself to look away. \"Is she still dating that guy?\" he asked and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.

\"Yes.\" Fuji whispered very close and suddenly Tezuka felt warm fingers on his temples.

Tezuka just remembered he should never close his eyes when Fuji is at close range with his eyes opened. He sighed and gave in to Fuji\'s almost addictive gentle motions.

\"Does it hurt?\" Fuji asked when a soft moan slipped from Tezuka\'s lips.

\"Hnn..\" was all that Tezuka managed to say.

Fuji could understand it any way he wanted, but instead he leaned in and kissed Tezuka\'s forehead softly. \"Ooh, you have a high fever. I think you should drink the tea now.\"

While Tezuka had tried so hard before to avoid Fuji\'s touching him, he now felt somehow robbed of the soft touch. He grabbed Fuji\'s wrist before the other could pick up the foaming mug. \"Wait...\" he whispered huskily and pulled Fuji back to him.

\"Maa, Tezuka. I will continue the massage, but we shouldn\'t let the tea get too cold.\" Fuji grabbed the mug and offered it to Tezuka with a beaming smile on his face. \"And remember, all in one gulp.\"

Tezuka hastily thought he wouldn\'t want to let the nasty looking thing linger for a moment on his tongue, but his thoughts quickly cleared when he felt Fuji\'s finger around him again. Before he melted into Fuji\'s experienced touch, he felt bad he couldn\'t kiss him due to his sickness. It would have been careless to endanger the health of the entire team.

Fuji continued to draw soft circles on his temples when Tezuka suddenly felt the soft touch of lips on his nose tip, soft and light as a feather. \"Your nose looks so sad, all red and swollen.\" He heard Fuji whisper.

\"Fuji...\" Tezuka mumbled in response, feeling Fuji\'s hands sliding down his neck to his chest, unbuttoning his pajamas top. \"What are you…\" His question was silenced with a kiss. Giving Fuji 20 laps for endangering the team\'s success by such careless action briefly crossed Tezuka\'s mind but he was no longer able to have coherent thoughts when Fuji\'s tongue forced its way into his mouth.

Fuji\'s taste was somewhat different than usual, Tezuka pondered, wondering if his illness had anything to do with it. He couldn\'t place his finger - or rather his tongue - on the difference, so he just indulged in the kiss, as irresponsible as it was - trying to stay half aware to Fuji\'s skilled fingers that were roaming freely over his exposed chest.

Tezuka felt the fingers move further down until they reached his trousers. With a swift move Fuji tore down the pants and Tezuka wondered how his hips had lifted themselves to facilitate Fuji\'s work. He moaned when Fuji wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member. Despite himself he thrust into Fuji\'s hand, his own fingers digging into Fuji\'s thighs-- the boy was sitting on his knee for god knows how long, Tezuka already felt it going slightly numb. He knew he should break away from the touch, but Fuji\'s hand was warm and gripped him tightly, running up and down his length swiftly.

It suddenly dawned to him what the massage Fuji had learned from his sister was actually meant for as he realized how familiar the movements were to those Fuji had used on his temples before. He also understood now why her boyfriend\'s pain was gone so quickly. He tried to wipe the disturbing image from his head. Yes, Fuji was close to his brother and sister, and loved to tease his younger brother with innuendos that would drive the boy red with anger... but that was Fuji with just about anyone he cared about.

As if Fuji knew his mind was overworking with thoughts again, he squeezed Tezuka, making the boy squirm and groan, leaning in towards the younger boy and tugging on the silky apron.

Fuji felt how close Tezuka was to coming, so he stepped down from Tezuka\'s knee, took off the apron (he took his lessons seriously after all and crossing certain limits too much was out of the question) and kneeled between Tezuka\'s thighs. Holding Tezuka\'s cock with two hands, he licked the precum off his shaft.

The touch of Fuji\'s warm lips on his member sent Tezuka over the edge and it took every ounce of self control he could master not to shoot his load that early.

\"Maa, Kunimitsu... already done?\" Fuji asked hoarsely, unable to hide his own excitement anymore. He trailed his mouth over Tezuka\'s length and engulfed the head of the cock between his lips, sucking and licking the sticky fluid that continued to leak from the tip.

Tezuka felt Fuji\'s erection, still hidden behind the boy\'s black school pants, pressing against his leg.He nodded slightly, feeling his cheeks burning. How could he show so little control? His eyes met Fuji\'s which had that special gleam he only showed when he was deeply aroused. The taller boy lifted himself and pushed Fuji who fell on his back being caught off guard (or not?). \"Let me return the favor, Syusuke.\"

Aside from getting even more aroused from hearing his given name on his lover\'s lips, Fuji was also amused that he got Tezuka so out of control that they were now sprawling on the carpet, tangled limbs and everything in Tezuka\'s room... he must have been seriously ill to have allowed that to happen. But why should he worry if Tezuka wasn\'t? It felt almost sinful to wish Tezuka would be sick at least once a week. He felt Tezuka\'s hands unzipping his pants and tugging on his boxers, releasing his erection.

When Tezuka\'s firm fingers grabbed his pulsing member, his eyes opened in surprise, realizing that Tezuka was trying to repay him move by move. His lips formed a silent \"I love you Kunimitsu\" while he thanked his sister for teaching him how to ease a headache with an old Chinese massage technique.

Tezuka\'s lips fluttered over Fuji\'s glans, grazing it lightly with his teeth. He had no special knowledge aside from the experience he shared with the younger boy that taught him exactly what he enjoyed and how. He sucked on the head, holding the base of the cock and the testicles with one hand, his other reaching to unbutton Fuji\'s white shirt and tease his nipples, when the boy mumbled for him to wait and took out of his pocket a condom and a small tube.

Tezuka opened his eyes widely. He shouldn\'t be surprised though, he told himself, Fuji would not just stop by to sit calmly by his bed… he was always ready. But when Fuji\'s words finally sunk in he opened his eyes even wider.

\"Ne, Tezuka, I want to feel you inside of me when I\'m coming.\"

Tezuka watched silently as Fuji ripped the condom with his teeth and sat up to roll the rubber skillfully over Tezuka\'s strained organ. It took everything he could master not to come before Fuji finished covering him.

Fuji gave him a smile and a little peck on the lips and Tezuka grabbed him, invading his mouth again and slowly lowering him back to the carpet, without breaking the kiss. He took the lube and started applying the cold jell to Fuji\'s pucker, inserting his finger while he did so to prepare him.

Fuji moaned deeply as he felt Tezuka\'s finger inside him. He stopped Tezuka\'s hand to signal Tezuka that he wanted to feel another finger slip in. \"Slowly, Tezuka…\"

Tezuka halted abruptly. \"Did, did I hurt you Fuji?\"

His wrinkled front smoothed when Fuji said with a low, velvety voice that only he got to know: \"No, Tezuka. It feels great, I just want to savor every second, every millimeter of you inside me…\"

Tezuka\'s excitement grew to an almost unbearable extent as he kept sliding his fingers in out while continuing to massage Fuji\'s erection. He was still a little wary of Fuji\'s request. Usually it was Fuji that did all or most of work, leaving Tezuka whimpering like a lost puppy under his adept hands. However, he was confident of his own talent and could usually match the younger boy.

He continued sliding two fingers and then three in and out of Fuji\'s hole, stretching him and smearing the lube and the other fluids around it. He felt at his own limits when he finally entered Fuji. He noticed a small lustful scream but his blurred mind could not detect whether it was himself or Fuji. Slowly he glided further in, enjoying Fuji\'s tightness surrounding his own erection.

\"Tezuka, don\'t stop…\" he heard Fuji chuckle, \"just like the fingers, in and out, in and out…\"

Tezuka noticed he had indeed halted when he was completely inside Fuji, lost in the feeling of Fuji\'s flesh around his own. He started to move again, just as Fuji had told him. Fuji always knew what to do to make them both feel so good. With every move Tezuka got more and more lost into that rare feeling and kept thrusting into Fuji with growing passion. The younger boy underneath him squirmed and moaned with every thrust and kept moving his hips to Tezuka\'s rhythm.

Tezuka growled low in his throat as he stroke deep inside of Fuji, while his fingers leaving red marks over Fuji\'s milky skin. Fuji continued to egg Tezuka on, telling him to keep going, to hold, to stop, to linger, to touch, leading both to satisfaction. He felt Fuji\'s muscles clutching around him before the younger boy moaned and spurted globs of semen all over himself and Tezuka\'s chest, panting into Tezuka\'s ear and holding him tight. The stimulation of feeling the other boy coming while he was inside of him was all Tezuka needed to be pushed over the edge. He buried himself deep inside Fuji and came with a low groan, falling limp over Fuji\'s body.

Fuji hugged him and kissed his neck, running his fingers through Tezuka\'s messy hair, undoing the curly edges. \"Not bad, Kunimitsu...\" he whispered when his breathing returned to normal. He raised his knee and wrapped his leg around Tezuka\'s waist. \"I guess it\'s time for you to drink the tea, surely it\'s almost cold now.\"

Slowly Tezuka\'s brain came back to function normally and the words Fuji had said began to make sense in his head. He hated it, but there was apparently no way to escape. He braced himself for the upcoming sensation. He had survived Inui\'s super specal deluxe vegetable (?) juice (or however he named it), he would surely survive that tea and besides, Fuji made it with Tezuka\'s best interest in mind, he could not reject it.

Fuji\'s wide smile that spread innocently on his lips alarmed Tezuka and he looked cautiously as Fuji put the apron back on his naked body (Tezuka was relieved to find out his mother\'s apron did not have any stains this time around) and brought the tea over, putting it in Tezuka\'s hand. \"Drink it all up like a good boy.\"

Tezuka grimaced at the look of the fluid which Fuji referred to as tea. At least it didn\'t bubble anymore or foamed.

\"Maa, it\'s not Inui\'s penal tea,\" Fuji said as if reading his mind. \"Inui would never give me his recipes, this is my sister\'s. You like her cooking, don\'t you?\"

Tezuka noticed the slight disappointment in Fuji\'s eyes and sighed, bringing the tea to his lips. He couldn\'t smell anything because of his stuffed nose, but somehow he imagined it was in his favor. Fuji Yumiko was only second to Syusuke in taste, but the phrase \"all in the family\" wasn\'t made up of nothing.

He noticed Fuji was looking at him intensely and closed his eyes, thinking his throat couldn\'t hurt any more than it already did and took a sip.

\"In one gulp, Tezuka!\" Fuji guided him and he sipped on the drink, filling his throat with the lukewarm liquid. Surprisingly it didn\'t taste as bad as he feared.

\"It\'s quite good...\" he admitted, handing Fuji the mug. Suddenly the aftertaste rose in Tezuka\'s throat, and he felt like his throat was on fire. His windpipe cleared and his eyes watered, but he was able to breathe normally again.

\"Fuji...\" he started coughing and held his throat. \"What did you let me drink?\"

\"It\'s a secret,\" Fuji whispered and kissed Tezuka\'s nose. \"I made it with love.\"

Tezuka figured he didn\'t really want to know. He grabbed his underwear and pajamas from the bed and started dressing up, reluctantly becoming aware that the pain that burdened his head had lifted as well. He picked his glasses from the desk and looked back at Fuji, his eyes narrowing and he frowned.

\"Fuji! Look at my carpet!\" he barked. \"We have to clean it up before my mother returns.\"

Fuji smiled. \"Maa, Tezuka, you surely returned to yourself in no time, hehe.\"


The next day Tezuka arrived to the practice and scanned the faces of the regulars that lined up in front of him. The only one missing was...

\"Where\'s Fuji?\" he asked, standing in front of Kikumaru.

\"Ahh, he\'s sick nyah,\" the red-headed boy said. \"He called and said only a tea made with love can heal him…\" he blushed slightly, unsure about the nature of the message he was told by the tensai to deliver.

Tezuka huffed and rubbed his forehead. \"Inui, I have a favor to ask…\"


~owari