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Love Afire	By : Akuma Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Konomi. I make no money from writing this, trust me.

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A/N: I think this
came from a prompt from a1y_puff about both Tezuka and Fuji being playboys
after reading Happy. Not� quite what I had in mind at first but� *shrugs* I
think I kinda like it better now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: PoT
doesn�t belong to me.

Love Afire

Eyes scanned the
crowd, not minding the chatters, soft music, the waft of delicious scents, and
interested stares. He checked the time once more to make sure that he was not
too late. It was difficult to contain excitement when it came to the person he
was looking for. He had been looking forward to this meeting; days spent away
from that person felt like ages. The anticipation nearly drove him mad. The
only thought in his mind was the time he would meet his beloved, the only
person he'd ever love, the only person for him.

When their eyes met,
he couldn't fight the surge of joy in his heart. He tried hard to keep the
smile off his face as he approached his beloved, his company faithfully in tow.
Everything ceased to exist around them. Nothing else mattered but each other.

His lover stood up to
greet him politely and he must remind himself that this was a public space
where their display of affection was not a welcome sight. He contended himself
with empty promises as they shook hands good naturedly, not showing how much
they truly missed each other. The touch lingered but not so much that others
might notice. It would be their own little secret. Another thing that they
shared only with each other.

�I�m sorry to make
you wait.�

�It�s all right. I
just arrived as well.�

A smile nearly
uncurled on his lips. So the he was not the only one excited for this meeting
as well. Though it might not be as private as they preferred, they were willing
to take any opportunity to see each other for they couldn�t bear to be apart
for too long.

He was roused out of
his musing, when the polite smile turned to his side. He remembered his
company�s presence then. There was awkwardness and a little guilt but they were
topped by annoyance. He wanted to be left alone with his beloved but he
reminded himself that this was a request from his lover to avoid suspicion.
Unfortunately he hadn�t quite mastered the ability to say �no� to his beloved.
He could see from the wide fake smile that his companion�s presence wasn�t as
appreciated as it should be but this was necessary inconvenience. The thought
sent a thrill to shot up his spine. He knew what that expression meant, had
learnt to recognize the meanings behind every little thing his lover did after
years of watching, listening, loving, yearning for his beloved. If he could he
would take his lover away this very moment but anticipation was part of their
game, it added to the flame already burning inside them, it would make the time
they could unleash their desire sweeter. They must wait for a little while.

�Fuji, let me
introduce you to my wife, Erika.�

***

They met in a club
many years ago when they thought rebelliousness reflected strength and
independence. When he was introduced to Fuji by a friend, he had thought that
they couldn't possibly be friends. They were too different, that much was
obvious. Fuji was friendly, chatting with strangers and spreading his charms to
everyone who laid eyes on him while Tezuka was... well, he definitely wasn't
the friendliest person one had ever met.

They bonded over
booze and cigarette sticks and within several hours Tezuka found himself a new
friend. Soon they met in the same club whenever Tezuka felt convenient to lie
to his proud but clueless parents. Fuji would already be there, chatting with
his friends with a girl (a new one every week) by his side. Tezuka would wait
until he was invited to join, then spent the rest of the night listening to
Fuji's stories and paying some attention to the willing girl on his lap.

Other boys found
their friendship highly unlikely and enviable as girls found their combined
charms irresistible. It was unlikely, yes, and Tezuka wasn't sure exactly what
Fuji brought into his life. He didn't feel the need to understand, though, only
knew that he felt more at ease with Fuji than with his other friends and that
was enough to keep Tezuka content with his company. So that's how they were
often found, sitting quietly next to each other, wrapped in their own world
none dared to enter, one with an unreadable smile, the other with pensive eyes,
watching the world move slowly before them.

***

"So, Fuji-san,
what do you do?"

Fuji laughed good-naturedly
and Tezuka could tell that Erika was immediately captivated by him. He couldn't
blame her though, for he was, too. Tezuka carefully hid his adoration and
affection for the brunette. It wouldn't do to show it here, now. He must be
patient. "I think my work isn't as interesting as Tezuka's. I'm a
lawyer."

"Well, that's
very fascinating, isn't it, Kunimitsu?" Erika asked, turning toward Tezuka
with a smile while lightly touching his hand.

Tezuka caught a
flicker of rage in Fuji's blue eyes though the smile remained the same. He
cleared his throat, fighting annoyance from showing in his voice or countenance.
Must she do it here? Must she do it in front of Fuji?

"Aa."

Their gazes met for a
brief second as Erika continued to make polite enquiries to Fuji. Tezuka
recognized jealousy there, a well controlled anger and envy and passion
colliding into one. He recognized yearning, fueled by the time they spent apart
and unwelcome display of affection from a stranger. Tezuka recognized
affection, a force beyond their control that became the core of their
existences. The things he would never feel towards his wife.

***

Girls approached
Tezuka for reasons he couldn't understand but he tried to humor their wishes as
best as he could; he was not good at saying 'no' and people took advantages
from it. He opted to ignore them as he couldn't deny that he, too, experienced
pleasure from their brief exchange. Tezuka let the bold ones approached him
then leave him when they realized that Tezuka refused to let them have his
heart.

No, he isn't a romantic
person. He believed in practicality, in contentment, and a generic future led
by his family. He also believed in science which gave him a reason and an
explanation for the behaviors he condone, the behaviors no one expected him to
perform. Yes, he cared about what others think but he also couldn't resist the
temptation of hedonistic lifestyle led by his ignorant peers. Tezuka wanted to
let loose once in a while, knowing that one day he would be bound down by
obligations befitting an adult, the obligations Fuji never seemed to mind very
much.

Tezuka should've
realized much earlier but he didn't. He was only comfortable around Fuji, he
could relax near him, knowing that someone had his back. He trusted Fuji,
valued his company. In the rare nights he was without Fuji's company, he would
feel lost and rush home, barely able to wait for another night for another
chance to meet his friend.

Then there were the
girls. He had often thought that Fuji always had prettier girls, that they were
always more attractive than his temporary girlfriends. Then one day, perhaps
out of boredom or madness, he approached a girl Fuji had just left merely a day
ago. She welcomed him gladly and their relationship last just a tad longer than
his previous relationships, ended just after she got over Fuji and became
seriously interested in pursuing what Tezuka didn't want to give. That girl
became the first of many Fuji's exs that he dated and it was true that they
were somehow more fascinating.

This happened so many
times over the years they knew each other. Fuji had said nothing about it, only
perhaps found it amusing. Tezuka took the indifference as permission, feeling
no guilt as he dated one ex after another. Never in the years they knew each
other that it was ever questioned. It was a fact, an anomaly, a sign Tezuka
tried to deny.

***

They went to the same
university though they took different majors. Very little of their teenage
lifestyle had changed but they were more aware now of the responsibilities they
must assume soon. They couldn't delay the inevitable. Independence could be so frightening
sometimes. They sought comfort in each other's company, trying to make the best
out of the little time for irresponsibility that they had.

It was during one of
those night outs that something that would forever change their lives happened.
Tezuka blamed it to stress that they spent a night in Fuji's apartment drinking
their heart out. He didn't see it coming when Fuji leaned on him tiredly. He
didn't expect to have Fuji's lips on his. He didn't expect the warmth that
sprad all over him. He didn't expect how nice it felt. He didn't want it so he
pushed Fuji away and stormed out of the apartment building.

Fuji called the next
morning with apologies that fell to deaf ears. Tezuka refused to accept them.
Fuji had violated his trust and there was no way to fix it. He refused to
forgive or forget and he could tell that Fuji's exasperation soon turned to
annoyance.

"Don't contact
me again." Tezuka said crisply.

"I won't."
Fuji answered bitterly before he hung up the phone.

Several days later,
Tezuka learnt that Fuji went to continue his study in America, probably never
to return.

****

"We were
introduced by a mutual friend. Kunimitsu was fresh out of college that time and
was working as an intern at a company. He was so busy he barely had time to see
me." Erika paused to look at her husband lovingly. "But I'm glad he
managed to make time for a meeting."

Tezuka gave her a
slight smile, trying not to show his annoyance. Fuji said nothing, quietly
watching them with an unreadable expression on his face. How long should they
bear this? How long could they last pretending that there was nothing between
them?

Tezuka opened his
mouth to tell Erika that it was the time to end the night but before he could
say anything her cell phone rang and she excused herself from the table. Tezuka
watched her leave then turned his attention to Fuji.

"I'm..."

Fuji shook his head,
looking pensive. "You don't have to be."

Tezuka wanted to
argue but knew that he wouldn't be heard. It was not a place for this kind of
conversation. They stared at each other, trying to convey what they couldn't
through words. Tezuka wished Fuji had refused this meeting but they had waited
for weeks to meet again. They were desperate enough to use any excuse to meet,
even though it might hurt them both. Tezuka promised himself he would make it
up to Fuji somehow. There was no excuse to hurt him like this, not even longing
and desperation.

"I'm sorry, I'm
afraid I have to go now. Kunisuke wanted me home now." Erika said with a
smile. She stopped Tezuka when he stood up by touching his arm. "It's all
right. I believe you two have a lot to catch up. I'll go home alone."

"Ah, it's all
right to go. I'm also..." Fuji said, trying to stop Erika.

"No, it's fine.
I insist." Erika shook her head with a smile. "I'll take a taxi home.
Thank you, Fuji-san. It was a pleasure meeting you. I would like to stay but
I'm afraid I'm needed at home."

"Are you
sure?" Tezuka asked his wife.

Erika nodded.
"Yes. Good evening, Fuji-san."

They watched her
leave, feeling light, as if a heavy weight had been lifted away from their
shoulders. Tezuka looked at Fuji and for the first time that night saw an
unrestrained smile on his face.

***

The strange thing was
that perhaps Tezuka chose Erika because she left no deep impression within him.
She was a nice, well-educated young woman. She didn't probe for information
from Tezuka, letting him speak only when he wanted to, understanding his hectic
schedule as a new employee. Appearance-wise she was not as beautiful as several
girls Tezuka had dated previously. She never tried to put too much effort into
looking beautiful as many young women did. Tezuka knew immediately that this
was the kind of woman his parents expected him to bring home.

Everything went
smoothly. His parents loved Erika and soon there were talks about wedding.
Tezuka didn't refuse as this was also a part of his responsibilities. He
ignored the nagging feeling that told him he was making a mistake. He did what
he was supposed to do. He should be content. He would be content with the
family he was to build. He was convinced that he was merely anxious about
marrying Erika. Yet only days after his wedding he realized that he had indeed
made a mistake.

At first Tezuka
dismissed it as a persistent guilt or loneliness but then he began to realize
that it was something else completely different. He started to think of how
much more comfortable he was when he was with Fuji than when with Erika. He
began to miss Fuji's companionship, something he at first contributed to the
fact that he didn't have any close friend after Fuji left. He wanted Fuji to be
there with him, to talk to him, to accompany him, to understand him, to make
him content like no one else could yet told himself that it was just remnants
of rebelliousness and longing for freedom. But he knew when he was lying on the
bed with Erika in his arms and wished that the brown hair and pale, lean body
belonged to Fuji and the silver band on his ring finger didn't exist other to
bind him to his old friend, that it was not just guilt or loneliness or
anxiety.

He loved Fuji, he had
always loved him.

***

Tezuka spent the next
few months immersing himself in work. He knew the feeling was true; he loved
Fuji, always had, always would be but it was too late. It had been years since
he had heard from Fuji. He might have moved on, might never return to Japan
ever again.

At home Erika was
blissfully oblivious to her husband's misery, believing that it was merely wrk
that burdened his mind. Tezuka didn't dare to tell her the truth. He might not
love her but he cared for her and didn't wish to hurt her. Yet it was
impossible to forget Fuji. He spent every minute thinking how different it
would be if it was Fuji with him and not Erika. Tezuka knew he would be
happier. He knew things would be a little better and bearable. He knew that he
was living a life he didn't want and yet couldn't find a way to escape other
than by hurting others. He slowly resigned himself to the fate he had chosen, a
fate to live in longing for a true happiness.

Two years later, by a
stroke of luck he saw Fuji in the crowd. Maybe he should've regretted his
actions but he knew that it should be done. He would never let Fuji go away
ever again.

***

"Fuji-san just
called you."

Tezuka froze as he
stepped into the bedroom where Erika was sitting on their bed, nursing their
child. He fought fear from showing in his face and gave Erika a questioning
look instead. He had always been careful to keep the phone calls hidden and
Fuji usually texted him before he called. Perhaps it was because they had been
unable to meet for many weeks -Tezuka too had not been free from the intense
longing for Fuji- but it was a careless move. Had she figured everything out? A
part of Tezuka celebrated the idea of no longer pretending but another part of
him, the one attached to the baby cradled by Erika's arms dreaded the thought.

"He called your
cell phone while you were taking a bath so I picked it up."

"He's an old
friend." Tezuka said quietly, wondering if she had suspected anything.

"Were you two
close? You never mentioned anything about him."

"You could say
that."

Erika hummed softly,
turning her attention to the child she was nursing. Tezuka watched the
spectacle a moment longer, thinking of how wrong it seemed. Tezuka gingerly sat
next to her, trying hard to feel compassionate not only to his child but also
his wife. He loved Kunisuke dearly and had no regret for having him in his life
but Erika... Could he tear this image of happiness for his own?

"Ne, why don't
we invite him for dinner in that new restaurant downtown?" Erika suddenly
suggested. "I would like to get to know your friends."

Tezuka looked at his
wife, torn between excitement and worry. He should've refused. It was the
logical thing to do. And yet he nodded, unable to say no to the gentle smile
directed to the sleeping baby in those arms.

***

Tezuka kissed Fuji
ravenously as he pushed the shorter man to lay down on the back seat of his
car. The moment the kiss broke, Fuji latched his lips on Tezuka�s neck, biting
and nipping to release the anger that had been building inside him. Tezuka
groaned above him but didn�t try to stop him. It was dark, there was no light
here in their secret place, but Tezuka only needed his experience and instinct
to guide him. He pulled Fuji's shirt from his pants hastily and slipped his had
inside to tease sensitive nipples, drawing the most arousing noises from the
man below him. He nipped and kissed the soft skin while grinding his body
against Fuji's, earning a long string of moans and whimpers and pleas.

He buried his face in
Fuji's shoulder to hide a groan when nimble fingers stroke him through his
pants skillfully. �His hips bucked on
their own accords, searching for more pleasure. He heard a breathless chuckle
by his ear and couldn't help but smile slightly. Tezuka lifted his head, stared
into clear blue eyes he loved, and felt most loved. He kissed Fuji slowly this
time, savoring the moment that never last.

***

Fuji was not
convinced at first, unwilling to be more than mere acquaintance with a man who
had pushed him away in the past, a man who was now married to someone else.
Tezuka refused to give up, though, and continued to beg for forgiveness and
another chance to have Fuji's company. It was terribly inappropriate, it was
completely wrong and Fuji was right for refusing him but Tezuka could see that
beneath the stubborn refusals, there was a yearning to accept and affection
undiminished by time. Fuji loved him back, he knew it for sure so he kept
pursuing Fuji, putting aside shame and conscience in the pursuit of a love like
no other.

"What about
your..." Fuji whispered during one of the many date nights Tezuka invited
him to. Tezuka had seen his resolve waver since their last couple of meetings,
the affection he had for Tezuka only grew stronger as he witnessed his determination
to gain his love. They both knew it was wrong but�

Tezuka placed a
finger on Fuji's lips. "Doesn't matter." Then Tezuka leaned close and
whisper to Fuji the truth he had never dared to say before. He felt Fuji
trembled so he wrapped his arms around the shorter man. It took several long
seconds before Fuji wrapped his arms around Tezuka's body, giving up and giving
his heart which had always belonged to him from the very start. Tezuka tightened
his hold around his new lover and kissed the top of his head, vowing to himself
to always cherish the love they shared. The warmth and the contentment they
felt could not possibly be wrong. This was what they're meant to do. This was
what they were meant to be.

***

Fuji sighed when
Tezuka pushed into him slowly, torturously. He arched his back and pushed back
against Tezuka, greedy for the pleasure he had been denied off for so long.
Tezuka groaned, fighting the urge to chase mind-blinding pleasure. He wanted to
savor this moment, he wanted the moment to last. He wanted to feel Fuji. He
wanted the sight, feel, taste, and scent to be imprinted on him until they
could meet again. He wanted to be one with Fuji, never to be separated again.

"Kunimitsu,
please." Fuji pleaded airily, kissing Tezuka's face while clutching
Tezuka's sweat-drenched shirt in pleasure-induced euphoria. The shirt-clad body
writhed, unable to wait for more. "Please."

Tezuka grabbed Fuji's
hand and kissed his palm. He pulled back slightly then slammed back in, drawing
a sharp cry from Fuji. Tezuka smiled a little and began to rock his hips
harder, driving himself in and out of Fuji's tight orifice. The small space was
soon filled by voices of pleasure and the scent of passion, overwhelming them
both. Pleasure set their bodies afire, pushing them closer and closer to the
ultimate bliss Tezuka stopped to kiss Fuji deeply, swallowing soft whimpers and
moans from the petite man. He pulled back, hoped that he could see his lover,
and ran his hand over his thighs on either side of his hips.

"Please. Please.
Please." Fuji chanted incoherently; lust burning in his veins.

Tezuka groaned
softly, torn between wanting to be buried inside his lover's tightness forever
and attaining release. He maintained a slow pace much to Fuji's dismay.
Deliberately he avoided touching Fuji's desire and pinned Fuji's hands to the
cushion on top of his head when he tried to touch himself. Tezuka smiled at the
brief victory before moaning loudly when Fuji clenched his muscles around his
hardness.

�Syuusuke.� He moaned
loudly as his control finally slipped away completely.

He skimmed his lips
over Fuji's jaw briefly before beginning to pound into his lover's tight
channel. Fuji's cries grew louder and louder until Tezuka kissed him again
while stroking his arousal. Moments later he tensed against Tezuka's body as he
released all over their bellies, followed closely by the bespectacled man with
a quiet gasp. Tezuka continued to thrust slowly into Fuji as waves of pleasure
roll over him over and over again, drawing soft moans from the petite man.

They panted for air
for a moment, still locked in the passionate embrace. Then Tezuka raised
himself slightly to look at his lover, seeing love shine through the darkness
around them. He stroked the damp hair gently then dipped down to claim a slow, languorous
kiss with Fuji.

"I love
you."

"I love you,
too."

***

Tezuka quietly
entered the dark room. After changing into his pajamas, he slipped under the
covers carefully, not wanting to rouse his wife. He just settled on the soft
pillow when she turned to him sleepily. Tezuka tensed, worried that she might
notice anything unusual. Would she realize what he had done? What if she
realized it? What should he do?

"Did you have
fun?"

Tezuka nodded
slightly, peering into the darkness. He felt the softness of her body closing
in and felt slightly sick. He made no move to push her away though and remained
stiff as she cuddled close to him.

"Mmm... We
should invite him to dinner here sometimes."

Tezuka tried to read Erika�s
expression and saw no suspicion. He sighed softly in relief and closed his
eyes, returning his mind to the event that transpired not so long ago. Already
he had missed Fuji. No amount of time would be enough. He wanted to spend
eternity with Fuji. But for now he would occupy himself with the memories and
the hopes for another meeting, another love confession, another love affair.

"Of
course."

O~WA~RI

A/N: I find that my
attempts at realistic approach to these two always ended up in twisted stories
*sighs* Well, IMO canon!Tezuka+Japanese culture won�t allow them any happy
ending. Damn me for being so pessimistic.
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