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The L Word	By : Akuma Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 1558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The L Word
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These characters aren�t mine and I receive no profit from writing this.

Summary:
Fuji wondered
what word he would use to describe his relationship with Tezuka.

The �L� Word

Like

He
first met Tezuka five years ago, when they made their grand entrance to Seigaku
and its boy�s tennis team. Despite whatever people said about it, first
impression matters, and Fuji
was a visual person. His first impression of Tezuka was a cold, distant boy
with whom he�d like to get better acquainted, whom he�d like to unveil. His
interest to the bespectacled boy only grew after he witnessed Tezuka�s skill in
tennis. As time flew by, Fuji�s
initial impression of Tezuka proved to be not so far off from the truth. Tezuka
hid passion beneath his cool exterior. A child wanting to be acknowledged and
recognized, something Fuji
suspected was the result of his upbringing as the only child. He strived to
excel in order to receive attention he always got. And he did manage to catch Fuji�s attention. They
became good companions, if not friends or best friends. Tezuka became a decent,
though quiet, companion who remained with him for five long years.

The
five years record was impressive considering how their personality clashed. Fuji could use many
analogies to describe just how different they were, but his favorite was
comparing them to delicacies. Fuji
was chocolate; sweet, dark and addictive. Tezuka was mint ice cream; cold but
soft and sweet. Fuji
never deemed himself a very pleasant friend. He had certain eccentric streak
that attracted people yet scared them enough to make them keep their distance.
In the end, only few remained to be called friends, those who were brave or
stubborn. Saeki and Eiji fell to that category though they still kept their
distance whenever Fuji
was possessed by a whim not considered normal by others. Only one stayed,
Tezuka Kunimitsu who was both extremely brave and stubborn as was proven by his
decision to play a match against a skilled opponent while sporting a serious
injury.

Fuji enjoyed his companionship,
liked it in fact. And that�s saying a lot because he was whimsical person. Very
few things and person remained interesting for him for a long time. Saeki was
one because of his quick mindedness and with it had master the art of verbal
fighting. Together they had practiced on the art of argumentation, though Saeki
was more direct and polite where Fuji
enjoyed riddles and hidden meanings. He liked calling Saeki and had verbal
sparring once in a while. Eiji was like a little brother to him. Though he had
matured the past five years, apparently the maturity was only in his tennis
skills. Eiji was almost always like a little child, an object to Fuji�s teasing. But
Tezuka� Tezuka was different. Tezuka was an equal, a friend, a rival�

There
were many things that they were. Sometimes Fuji found himself wondering if he were to
describe his relationship with Tezuka, what word would it be?

�Your
tea is getting cold.�

Fuji smiled at the person
before him and drank his tea. He secretly kept watching Tezuka from the rim of
the cup. Tezuka was, of course, oblivious to this, occupied as he was with
sheets of paperwork before him on the table.

The
word �like� came to mind as he returned to his earlier musing. After all,
liking is the base of many close relationship, isn�t it? And he surely liked
Tezuka�s looks, personality, attitude, and talent to mention few of all things
that defined Tezuka that he found fascinating.

But
Fuji was always
at odds with that word, �like�, suki.
It�s so common. Many things came to his mind when he heard the word. Like his
precious cacti who so patiently waited for his return in his room, or
Taka-san�s wasabizushi which, come to think of it, he hadn�t had for a while
now.

Fuji put down his plastic
cup and gazed at Tezuka who was still engrossed in his work. A small smile made
its way to his lips. He imagined a giant scale with Tezuka on one side and
cacti and wasabizushi on the other side. A chuckle escaped him at the thought,
causing Tezuka to look at him in question.

�Nothing.�
Fuji said, shaking
his head slightly.

Already
far too used to Fuji�s
eccentricity and quirks, Tezuka didn�t question further. After scribbling a few
more words on the paper, he stored it away carefully. �The break will be over
in five minutes.� He informed Fuji.

Fuji nodded and quietly
followed Tezuka out of the crowded canteen. All earlier musing were pushed back
to the back of his mind as they fell back to the rhythm of their routines.

Lust

One
thing he became aware of before meeting Tezuka but experienced and practiced
regularly after they met was lust. It was lust when they invited each other to
their houses and not the library to study for an exam that never existed every
other day. It was lust when Tezuka asked to have a word with him behind the
clubhouse. It was clearly lust when Fuji
moved his fingers in and out of Tezuka as the taller boy lay on a table in an
empty classroom.

Even
the most calculative and broadminded data collector wouldn�t have guessed
correctly where Tezuka had lost his virginity. Many, even Inui, believed that
Tezuka would have his first in the clubhouse. Who would�ve guessed that Tezuka
had given his virginity to Fuji
in a park?

Perhaps
Fuji had been
too cruel, teasing Tezuka with lingering touches and meaningful glances here
and there all day long. But it was all a game to Fuji. It was part of the harmless flirting
they had been doing for years. But later Fuji
realized that the time for flirting had ended for Tezuka. The taller boy had
asked him to walk him home that day and unexpectedly made a stop at a silent
park.

Tezuka�s
eyes were lively that night, as Fuji
had never seen before. He saw what he knew exist but never came across, until
that night. He recognized the passion in those hazel orbs and immediately
realized that he wanted and needed to see it again and to possess it. Tezuka
succumbed to their bodies� desire that night and Fuji was all too willing to help him loose
himself in it.

Their
first time was as messy as it could be between two teenage boys. Fuji pushed Tezuka to a
tree surrounded by bush to keep them out of sight, the only kindness he showed
that night. They wasted only a fraction of seconds before their lips met in a
kiss so passionate it melt Tezuka�s bones. Fuji let lust rule over his common sense and
thus gave Tezuka the chance to do the same, getting lost in the smoldering
desire to possess and be possessed by someone.

The
exploration of each other body was hasty but no less sensual. They didn�t let
inexperience stopped them and let their instinct guide them. Fingers caressed
every spot previously hidden beneath cloth, tongues tasted the flavor denied
for too long, and mouths sensuously marked each other. Somehow they knew where
to touch, when to tease, how to possess. But their instinct couldn�t hide the
pain that must�ve soared up Tezuka�s body when Fuji entered him with only the aid of their
precum. Fuji had tried his best to smother away the pain with his touches even
as he held back his urge to simply have his way with Tezuka. Teenage hormones
did no improvement to patience, and Fuji
soon drove his rigid length into Tezuka over and over again. Tezuka�s pained
moans that slowly turned into muffled noise of pleasure and the fact that they
could be caught made their orgasm even sweeter.

It
was the same kind of lust that drove Fuji
to plant Tezuka�s legs on the table and rub the tip of his erection against
Tezuka�s twitching hole. A soft moan was his command to thrust into the tight
ring of muscle that never loosened even after two years of tending his need.
Pleasure blinded him for a moment and Fuji
hovered above Tezuka�s trembling form as he tried to gain his control only to
hand it over to his lust clouded brain. He gripped Tezuka�s hips tightly as he
helped Tezuka to relax by kissing his chest and neck. Tezuka moaned softly
beneath him when Fuji shifted his stance and
wrap his legs around Fuji�s
waist.

Tezuka
like it hard and fast, perhaps in fear of being found, or due to his inner
masochist, or as a form of punishment to himself for his abnormality, or maybe
it�s all three combined. Tezuka was mysterious like that and Fuji intended to let him remain that way for
now. But Fuji
took sex according to his whim and this time he wanted to draw it out. The
school had ended and he had locked the door to the classroom so he saw no
reason to rush.

He
moved in a leisure pace, driving his length into Tezuka methodically. It wasn�t
long before Tezuka met his thrusts halfway and tried to make him move faster
and thrust harder. Fuji
smiled and tightened his hold on Tezuka�s hips. Tezuka made a soft complaining
sound and glared at Fuji
weakly.

�Fuji.� He half hissed and
half moaned.

�We
have time.� Fuji
answered easily.

Look
how much he�d learned these past two years. Who knows how passionate Tezuka
could be when overcome by lust?� He tightened
his muscle around Fuji, arched his back, called
his name hungrily, wrapped his legs around Fuji�s waist to pull him deeper, and even
attempted to touch himself. All this were for the sole purpose of achieving
orgasm through a good and hard pounding only Fuji knew how to do. But Fuji only smiled, hooked his legs over his
shoulders and resumed his slow pace. He grazed his prostate every so often to
remind him of what he wanted, needed Fuji
to do. Fuji
could maintain this for a long time for as much as he liked pure inhibited
pounding driven by lust, he liked to see Tezuka under his complete control even
more.

After
minutes, Tezuka trembled beneath him as he gave up trying to make Fuji do as he wished. His
need to come had become so overwhelming that he could barely make a noise as Fuji rotated his hips
slowly to tease his prostate. Fuji
brought him so close to the sweet oblivion of orgasm and kept him there by
slowing down. This happened so many times until Tezuka was reduced into a
trembling mass of unresolved sexual energy whose sole purpose was achieving
completeness. He must wait an eternity later until Fuji gradually picked up his speed and
submitted to Tezuka�s wish. It didn�t take much to bring Tezuka over the edge,
so lost as he was in lust. Fuji
didn�t even have to touch him. His hard pounding alone was enough to make
Tezuka tightened around him and cum all over Tezuka�s abdomen and Fuji�s shirt. Fuji came seconds later
with a moan he muffled on Tezuka�s shoulder.

He
leaned down to hover just above Tezuka. Their breaths mingled as they panted
for air. Then slowly, Tezuka reached out with a trembling hand to pull Fuji�s head down for a
kiss slow but no less passionate or intense than the kisses they had shared
earlier.

Lust
was a very strong component in their relationship. They were after all
teenagers in the peak of their puberty. Fuji
didn�t blame their lack of control over their physical needs as Tezuka might
have. It�s good to be human as sometimes he thought they acted less like one. Briefly
he wondered if this was why Tezuka wanted it hard and fast, because he didn�t
want to be humane for too long in fortn of someone else. Tezuka might resist
but Fuji knew
that this wasn�t the last time and that he looked forward to the next time he
made Tezuka put his guard down.

Lies

Saturday
night was when they went out to spend time together in the presence of many
others�. This time Fuji
planned to have dinner in a cozy restaurant. He considered it a nice break from
all the daunting routine of school, tennis practice and sex. It also gave
Tezuka the rare chance to experience the life as a teenager he was and escaped
the life of an adult man he pretended to be.

The
night went as he had planned until Fuji
saw a familiar face in the crowd. He knew Tezuka had seen him and he had seen
them. Fuji felt
no need to pretend they didn�t know each other.

�Echizen!�
He called out to his junior.

Echizen
approached them and tipped his cap slightly as he greeted them. �Buchou.
Fuji-senpai.�

Fuji smiled at the way
the younger boy addressed them. Echizen never stopped seeing them as his
captain and senior even after their graduation from Seigaku. But he couldn�t
ask the prodigy to stop calling them that either. It was how they were to him
forever.

�Are
you two on a date?� Echizen asked with a hidden smirk.

Fuji glanced at Tezuka
briefly and laughed. �No. Why don�t you join us, Echizen.�

So
the three of them sat in the restaurant where Fuji intended to spend the evening with
Tezuka. Fuji
would ask question that both he and Tezuka would like to ask, Echizen would
answer in boredom, ad Tezuka would listen carefully. Only when the topic turned
to tennis did Tezuka started to speak. Fuji
saw the spark in Tezuka�s eyes, so carefully concealed by the coldness, when
their junior told him he was bringing the team to the National Championship. Fuji listened quietly as
Tezuka prodded about the team�s development. The smile on his face was as wide
and as bright as usual, but was completely false as Tezuka discreetly showed
his approval to his prot�g�.

Echizen
left them after a while, saying that he had an appointment or another. Fuji remained smiling
even after he�d gone. �Echizen has matured, hasn�t he?�

�Hn.�

�Don�t
you want him to go to our school next year so we could play together again?�

�That
would have to be his choice.�

Fuji nodded and said
nothing anymore. Only near the end of the dinner did he speak again. �Would you
like to go to my house for a while? There�s a book I want to show you.�

He
was rough as he pushed Tezuka onto the wall of his bedroom later that night. He
was hasty with foreplay and preparations. His bite on Tezuka�s neck when he
entered him must�ve left mark. Yet his hands were surprisingly gentle as he
teased Tezuka�s erogenous spots as opposed to his hard pounding into the taller
boy�s hot body. Tezuka tried to hold back his moans and cries, but Fuji was merciless
tonight with his light touches and hard thrusts. But noises still escaped him,
noises that could�ve been carried away to Fuji�s
sister downstairs or Fuji�s
brother next door. He gasped as a particularly hard thrust strike his sweet
spot, making him weak on the knees and tightened around Fuji.

�Fuji�� He gasped once
again as Fuji
nailed that spot once more, this time accompanied with a bite on his neck.

Fuji sucked the bruised
spot and pulled out of Tezuka. The taller boy made a soft complaining noise
that brought a smile to Fuji�s
lips. He tugged Tezuka down to kneel before him, still facing the wall, and
then draped himself over his body to grind his erection against the cleft of
Tezuka�s ass. Tezuka trembled in his arms as he bit his lips and pushed back
against Fuji.

�Yes?�
Fuji asked
breathlessly.

Tezuka
moaned softly but didn�t reply. Fuji
smiled and reached down to grasp Tezuka�s painful arousal. Tezuka moaned and
rested his head onto the wall, now pushing his hips into the loose sheath of Fuji�s hand. He bit his
lips when Fuji
pinched his nipple playfully.

�Yes,
Tezuka?� Fuji
asked again, rocking harder against Tezuka and tightening his grip on the base
of Tezuka�s dripping arousal.

�Please.�
He gasped out finally, unable to fight his body�s demands anymore.

Before
Tezuka had the chance to regain his breath, Fuji had thrust inside him again. His body
lurched forward in shock and he made a tiny muffled sound that should�ve been a
cry. Fuji pounded
into him hard and fast, feeling the oblivion coming closer to him. He took one
of Tezuka�s hands in his own and brought it down. He only allowed Tezuka to
caress his erection lightly before lowering the hand past his tight balls.

�Fuji.� Tezuka gasped
again and his hand stilled.

But
Fuji wouldn�t
have it any other way. �Do it!� He hissed into Tezuka�s ears, emphasizing his
point with a hard thrust.

Tezuka
moaned and stick up his finger to lightly trace the point where their bodies
merged. Tremors ran past him as he felt himself and Fuji and the eroticism of their act dawned on
him. Fuji
pressed forward so that Tezuka was hunched, gripped Tezuka�s hand and pushed it
so that the finger sank into Tezuka to settle beside his cock.

Tezuka�s
fist flew to his mouth as he came hard all over his abdomen and the wall.
Feeling the finger next to him and the wall around him tightened into a vice
grip, Fuji let himself go after another hard thrust, filling Tezuka as he bit
Tezuka�s covered shoulder.

They
remained clinging to one another as they fought to regain their breaths. Fuji covered Tezuka�s
neck and shoulder with soft kisses as he thrust languorously into Tezuka who
had pulled out his finger. Tezuka moaned softly and submitted to Fuji�s kisses as he waited
until their senses returned.

�Why?�
Tezuka gasped out once his speech ability returned.

�No
reason.�

Tezuka
asked no further. He only spoke again after they finished redressing and Fuji finished cleaning up
the mess. �What is the nature of our relationship?�

Fuji looked at him,
smiled and shrugged. �I don�t know.�

Tezuka
looked at him closely for a while and minutes later he was out of Fuji�s house. That last
thing Fuji said
to him was the only truth he�d given him tonight.

Love

�I
love you.�

�I
love you, too.�

Fuji looked at the TV as
he passed the living room on his way back to his bedroom after seeing Tezuka
off. He heard the sniffing sound from the couch in front of the TV set and
continued his way up.

Love
is an odd word. How could a simple word consisted of four letters conveyed such
great feeling? No one, no matter with how many words, could come close to
describe that feeling, let alone with just a word. How could that one small
word be adequate enough to convey the meaning behind it?

Fuji always thought that
that word was to be used with great caution. Only one person was deserving of
the word in his life. Only when he was sure would he use it. It�s a special
word that Fuji
had never used and refrained to use until he�d found the right person.

Was
the person Tezuka?

His
feeling for Tezuka is beyond like and lust. Their relationship somewhere beyond
the lies they made. Was it love?

He
thought of the time they�d spent together and they time they�d spent apart.
Unlike in cheesy novels, hid heart didn�t rush, if anything he felt calm and
content. And when they�re apart, there�s emptiness inside him, like a hole was
dug in his soul. But was it love? What was love anyway?

And
if it was, what should he do about it? There were thousands of reason why he
shouldn�t say it. It could distract Tezuka from tennis and from school. It
could disrupt the balance between them. And why should he say something so
sappy and clich�d to Tezuka? He had no reason to do it at all, actually.

Fuji spent the weekend
thinking about it. And just before the day changed, he came to a conclusion.

The
next morning, Fuji
went to Tezuka�s classroom to search for him. Then he asked him to come with
him and led him to the rooftop. Once the door was shut behind them, Tezuka
waited for him to speak. But Fuji
wasn�t facing him, he was looking up to the sky.

Fuji closed his eyes as
he took a lungful of clear morning air. This was more difficult than he thought.
Dread overcame him. Would things remain the same between him and Tezuka after
he said it? Would Tezuka understand? What if� What if� He must take the risk
though. He must do it.

�Last
Saturday you asked what the mature of our relationship is.� Silence greeted him
but Fuji knew
Tezuka was listening. He turned to face Tezuka and open his eyes to look
straight into expecting brown eyes. �I� We�re� Tezuka, I�� He faltered. He felt
vulnerable, confused. But he have to say this, he would say it now. �I��

He
couldn�t go on because Tezuka latched his lips on his and kissed him so
passionately. He clutched onto Tezuka�s shirt as Tezuka cupped his cheeks to
deepen the kiss. When Tezuka broke the kiss, Fuji could see that he�s smiling. He looked
at the taller boy in question and was astounded when he saw genuine warmth and
happiness in Tezuka�s eyes.

�I
know.� Tezuka whispered. �I�ve always known.�

Fuji stared, speechless,
and closed his eyes as a smile slowly made its way to his lips. But it was a
genuine smile, not a fake one he often used as a mask. He leaned up to kiss Tezuka
again and poured out everything he wanted to say and everything he felt through
it. This was what they�ve been doing for years, this was what Tezuka had helped
him to perfect into an art. Action speaks louder than words.

You don�t have to say it.

I know. One day�

I�ll wait.

One day I�ll tell you what we�ve always
known.

Tezuka
smiled into their kiss and pulled Fuji
closer to him.

O~WA~RI

A/N:
Is that cheesy or what? I�m trying to find a way to make those two confess
without sounding too cheesy but writing this took longer than I thought.
Anyway, I�ve read many TezuFuji (or Tezuka x Fuji, or TeFu, or KuniSuke) but I haven�t
read that many FujiTez fics. I just read Yamada Yonezoh�s doujinshis and
suddenly felt like writing or reading some FujiTez fics. Hope you like it!!
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