Need To Feel You

Disclaimer: The owners of Pot own PoT, but would so approve because they are all about fanservice.
For: Petapepy because you are the sweetest thing ever!!!!
Inspired by: I love the way you look at me. I love the way you smack my ass. I love the dirty things you do when I have control of you. Puddle of Mudd-Control


Fuji tried to disentangle himself from the sheets, and him, and Tezuka reluctantly let him go. Fuji moved to his closet to get a clean set of clothes for each of them. He only had gone home once with severely wrinkled clothes before he realised that it was a smart idea to keep a few sets here.

Getting out of bed, he made his way over to Fuji and kissed the back of his neck.

Fuji turned to face him and smiled. "Come on, Tezuka, we promised to meet Oishi and Eiji at the movie theatre."

Tezuka sighed, but didn't move. He crossed his arms across his chest, ignoring how it had even less of an impact on Fuji whilst he was naked than it did when he was clothed.

"Oh, no pouting. It's just a movie and then we can come back here and do whatever you like. It's only me and Yuuta here this weekend. Let's get a shower," Fuji said with a wink as he went to go toward the bathroom. He, however, stayed still.

"Tezuka," Fuji said with a bit of impatience, "move!" And with that, Fuji slapped him quite hard on the arse. Twice. Tezuka could still feel the ghost of Fuji's hand as he watched Fuji near the door. His cock had hardened almost instantly, and all he could he think, see, and hear was Fuji. Tezuka could see the slight glistening of liquid on the inside of Fuji's thighs from their earlier lovemaking, and he moved swiftly across the room, pressing Fuji to the wall with his own body.

"Tezuka?" Fuji breathed out in surprise. He responded by latching his mouth onto Fuji's neck, and he gripped Fuji's wrists, pinned them above his head, grinding their hips together. Fuji lifted his leg to wrap around Tezuka's bringing them closer when he shot his arm down, and hooked Fuji's knee over his arm, lifting Fuji into his arms. He let go of Fuji's other arm and shifted Fuji in his arms so his cock was rubbing against Fuji's perineum.

He blindly made his way to the desk, and felt his way around in Fuji's drawer until he found a container of lubricant. Tezuka kissed him, then, licking at Fuji's lips until they parted as he deftly opened the tube one-handedly and squeezed some into his hand. He pressed two fingers into Fuji's already loosened hole as he used the wall as leverage to hold him up until he could hastily slick himself.

"Oh, god…Tezuka," Fuji panted into his ear as Tezuka thrust into him. Fuji clenched around him, biting down on his shoulder and that same intense feeling of pleasure and pain that had shot through him when Fuji spanked him shot through him again. Fuji's leg pressed against him, tightening its grip as he shifted Fuji's other leg further up his arm, allowing him in more, deeper.

Fuji threaded his fingers through Tezuka's hair and pulled, he assumed accidentally, as the shift in position caused him to obviously ram against Fuji's prostate. "Wh-showe-Tezuka…"Fuji tried to speak between moans.

Tezuka adjusted Fuji in his arms and, haltingly, tried to walk across the room to the door. Once there, he slammed Fuji against the door, thrusting as he groped for the doorknob, barely moving out of the way when he pulled it open. Fuji's arms tightened around him, digging into his skin until he could scarcely think, and he pressed Fuji against the wall in the hallway, kissing Fuji, sucking on his tongue as he made the short distance to the bathroom.

Through the haze of lust, Tezuka thought he may have heard the sound of a door opening and slamming shut, but he was far too focused on how good Fuji felt tightening around his cock as he pinned Fuji to the shower wall as he used one hand to fiddle with the controls. Once the water was warm enough, Tezuka lowered Fuji onto the tile floor, pounding hard and fast until Fuji's back arched and he came with a hoarse grunt.

Tezuka tasted the water on Fuji's face as he kissed him, those thin wrists now forced down against the floor as he continued to thrust, and kiss and then he came, panting, pressing his forehead to Fuji's before he finally rolled off, half-exhausted and spent.

Fuji looked over at him curiously, but was still far too out of breath to comment. He placed his fingers in his and just let the water pour over them. Twenty minutes had passed before Tezuka finally got to his feet, tugging Fuji up with him. They hastily finished washing before returning to Fuji's bedroom where he kissed Fuji again, this time slowly, softly.

Fuji moaned in his mouth, letting Tezuka push him back down on the bed. Not saying a word, Tezuka prepared Fuji once more, never looking away from his eyes, kissing him gently. He slowly pushed inside Fuji, making sure every inch of their skin was touching as he steadily thrust into Fuji's willing body.

"Ah, Tezuka" Fuji whispered and held onto him as tightly as he could. His cell phone on the bedside table began to ring, and he sighed, trying to ignore it, and pay only attention to how good Fuji felt. As soon as it stopped, it started again, and Tezuka answered it, not bothering to stop making love to Fuji.

"Hello," he said wondering if his voice sounded as gruff to Oishi as it did to him.

"Tezuka?"

Fuji's eyes shot open as he calmly talked but they closed almost as quickly when Tezuka shifted, causing his cock to rub directly against his prostate.

"Hm," Tezuka said absently, as he stared at the way Fuji looked, mouth slightly open, breathing heavily, sweat and water beaded on his chest, fingers gripping the sheets.

"Where are you? Is Fuji with you?"

"Fuji's laying down in bed," he answered truthfully. Fuji glared at him before smirking. Tezuka didn't even have time to blink before Fuji reached up and bit down on his shoulder, hard.

"Fuck", he panted out as his body reacted. He barely heard Oishi stumbling over his words before the cell phone was tossed aside and Tezuka was pounding into Fuji as deeply as he could, grunts and moans echoing loudly in the room. He didn't even think about the phone again until he picked it up hours later, battery completely dead.

Fuji was sleeping, body sprawled on him, as he lay there quietly thinking. They would likely regret not going back to the bath afterward, but they were both too exhausted to move, especially Fuji. He looked down, brushed that soft brown hair out of Fuji's face, and kissed his cheek before going back to his silent contemplation. He'd never felt so out of control as he did that day. He didn't regret it, no. Who would regret being able to make love to Fuji four times in one day? It was just that he usually didn't let his hormones take over his common sense. But just that little bit of pain given by Fuji had his mind completely unable to think of anything else but Fuji.

He recalled his first kiss, and wondered if that was where it all began. Tezuka could close his eyes and see it clearly, Fuji's face contorted in anger, the racket dropped on the court and those small hands twisted in his shirt. The pain was still shooting through his arm as Fuji yelled at him for his thoughtlessness. Then it happened, Fuji tugged him close and smashed their lips together in a rough kiss. When they pulled apart, they stared at each other, not quite knowing what had just happened and what it had meant and how something so rough felt so good, and why he wanted to do that again, whatever it was...and what that thing beside anger was behind it.

Second year came and with it a Fuji who seemed to know whenever the pain got the better of him. He never wanted to bother with the school nurse for any insignificant injury, but Fuji always sought him out, sometimes even literally licking at his wounds. He found himself deliberately walking near Fuji whenever he had a cut or similar type of injury, because after practice was over, Fuji'd corner him in the locker, tending to him and sending him home with a soft kiss on his cheek.

Their senior year, Fuji's kisses were placed on his lips, not on his cheek, and Fuji's fingers would massage his arm, slowly until his eyes glazed over and then Fuji's hands would sneak down into his pants, stroking his cock until he came. Fuji would lick them clean, staring at him, before kissing him once more. He remembered how every time the pain was exceptionally bad, Fuji would give him medicine, a massage, and sucked his dick until all he could think of was Fuji's lips, his tongue and the pain was distant, on the outskirts of his consciousness.

The night of his match with Atobe, Fuji had come to his house, eyes glaring with impotent rage, at him, at Atobe, at the situation, and Fuji had kissed him again, like he had that first time, and Tezuka found his body reacting. Unmindful of the shooting pain in his arm, he shoved Fuji down on the bed, grinding their cocks together, until they came all over each other. Smearing it on his fingers, he began to prepare Fuji, fingers eager and hasty. Fuji's had face contorted with pain and he felt jealous. It was awkward, messy, terrible, and he was sure Fuji'd never let him do it again, but it was so wonderful. He never thought anything could be as good as being inside Fuji, bodies so close together, Fuji's taste burnt forever on his tongue.

When he returned in perfect health, the first thing he noticed, after tennis related things, was how much he missed being tended to by Fuji, the way that he would dissolve his world into a mix of pleasure, pain, and Fuji. Fuji still gave him pleasure, as often as he wanted, and even when he didn't, but something was missing, yet he still had Fuji so didn't even matter.

But today…Fuji, his teeth, his slap, his nails, pain digging into his skin by Fuji, pleasure drowning it out by Fuji. Tezuka had learnt something in his time in rehabilitation. Something that hadn't fully impacted him until just then. Pain was always there. It had always been a part of his life, and likely would remain one, but, without Fuji, pleasure was practically non-existent. His head was spinning, and he tightened his hold on Fuji, because it was clear to him then that Fuji was everything to him. His pleasure. His pain. His life.