Gifts for a1y_puff, chibikaoruchan and applentoast
Hi! Happy New Year for everyone!!!
I come bearing gifts... not because they are... you know, good or anything, but because I owe them. Oh, and, by the way, because it's not bad enough as it is, they're unbetae'd. Oh, wait, misanagi corrected the first one eons ago... They are all TezuFuji because you requested it, and the rating is PG for all of them. Anyway, without much further ado, the fics... erm. Yeah.
Title: Yudan sezu ni ikou for a1y_puff
Summary: Tezuka knows he doesn’t like drills.
Words: 1858
“A drill…” Tezuka didn’t understand.
“Yes, we need to be prepared,” said Inui.
“What are you talking about?” Fuji asked as he stepped out from the bathrooms.
“Nothing. Practice is about to start, let’s go,” Tezuka answered quickly.
“I want to have a drill. However, Tezuka seems reluctant to do it.” Inui ignored Tezuka’s silent order to let the matter go, expecting Fuji to agree with him.
“A drill? What kind of drill?”
“We need to be prepared in case it happens”.
“You said that already, we’re not doing it. We can’t get careless with the finals approaching; I’m not wasting time with a pointless drill. Let’s start practice.” Sometimes Tezuka felt Inui made him lose his temper quicker than any other member of the team.
“A drill about what?” insisted Fuji.
“I’ll be waiting for you in the courts,” said Tezuka, leaving the two boys in the locker room.
“Fuji.” Inui gave him along look before he continued. “I expect you to help me with this; we really need to be prepared. If Tezuka drinks one of my powerful concoctions and faints in the middle of a match, we won’t know what to do. That’s why we need to have a drill, so everyone will be prepared enough to handle the situation. You must appeal to his better sense and convince him to let me do it”.
“Tezuka would never faint… Wait, a drill sounds fun.” Fuji pondered for a while before giving his final answer. “Ok, I’ll help you, just tell me what to do. But I may want something in return.”
The two boys planned their course of action and, before they knew, practice started and they were late for it.
“Fuji, Inui, 40 laps now.”
“Tezuka can be so mean sometimes,” pouted Fuji while he started his laps with Inui. He knew he would be getting his revenge soon.
When practice ended and neither Inui nor Fuji brought the drill matter up again, Tezuka thought he’d won the argument. He was wrong. During the next days, Inui prepared as many juices as he could, each one nastier than the one before. Somehow he managed to get every single member of the team sick at least twice, so if there was someone who doubted the foul effect of any Inui Juice, they didn’t have a single uncertainty after that.
In the meantime, Fuji was exploiting everyone’s sense of fear. While aiding the wounded, he talked about the consequences of Inui’s famous concoctions and how they could end in a terrible tragedy unless they were prepared to handle any urgency properly. As a result, the team begged Tezuka for days to have the drill and he had no choice but accept. Not before giving Fuji and Inui lots of laps.
* * *
“So,” said Inui taking over the practice, “it’s time to start the drill. Each one of you has a role to play according to your strong points.”
“When Tezuka faints in the middle of the court, here’s what you are going to do,” Fuji glanced at Tezuka trying to hide the delight this whole situation was producing in him. Tezuka didn’t fail to notice that Fuji was rather excited about the drill, and that made him uneasy. He knew Inui planned the whole thing with him and Tezuka had to admit he was a little afraid of the outcome. “Kaido, you’ll be the one in charge of calling the ambulance.”
“Yes, Fuji-senpai, I always have my phone with me.”
“Taka-san, your job is to stop Oishi,” Fuji continued with the explanation.
“Stop him?” asked Kawamura, looking as confused as Oishi.
“Stop me from doing what exactly?”
“From panicking, of course,” explained Fuji. “You worry too much, and if you see Tezuka lying unconscious on the court, you won’t be able to control yourself.”
Oishi and Kawamura were really confused by their roles, but they said nothing. Oishi could swear he saw Inui hiding a grin and Kawamura was almost certain Fuji was planning something, but they decided to remain silent.
Tezuka was sure about this too; he knew Fuji too well to expect him to behave. If he had the opportunity to create chaos and wreak havoc, he would make a good use of it. Tezuka was making his best effort to remain calm, but if the nonsense continued, he was going to stop the drill and make everyone run laps. He agreed to do this to get the team off his back, but this was getting ridiculous.
“Eiji, your job is to start bouncing around,” continued Fuji ignoring Tezuka’s warning look. At this point, he was about to assign more laps to Fuji and Inui just to make this absurdity stop. Nevertheless, he said nothing, but his eyes were looking straight at Fuji, somehow expecting him to reveal his plan with one look. Fuji of course didn’t do it and that annoyed Tezuka a little more. “You have to distract the crowd, that way we can save Tezuka without everybody suffocating him.”
Tezuka had to use all of his strength not to raise an eyebrow.
“Now, this is the most important part of the plan.” Inui took the floor again, “It’s essential that you do this well, since the success of the operation lies on your heads. Echizen, you’ll have to talk to Tezuka’s opponent. Explain to him that he’ll be unavailable for a fair period of time, but that you offer your services to entertain him with a match while Tezuka returns. Momo, you have to divert the referee. Talk to him about women, hamburgers, whatever you want, just keep his mind away from the fact that Tezuka is injured. Remember, if you two distract the other player and the referee, we’ll have no problem to go back to the game once Tezuka takes the antidote.”
“Works for me,” said Ryoma.
“I can do that,” agreed Momo.
He could almost stand the bizarre plan so far, but letting Ryoma fight his battles was something Tezuka could never allow. He had to stop this madness right now. “I don’t think…”
“Wait, Tezuka,” Fuji interrupted. He looked at his captain with his open eyes, revealing a smile Tezuka could not say no to and sometimes even made his knees weak. “We’re about to get to the practical part, you can ask questions later. Remember, you’ll be busy collapsing so you don’t have to do anything. Don’t worry, you won’t get it wrong.”
“Fuji…” he started, when the words reached his brain. “Practical part? I never agreed…”
“Well, this is a drill, they tend to have practical parts, you know.”
Tezuka suppressed a sigh and gestured for him to continue.
“While everyone is doing their part, I’ll be watching you from afar to make sure no one screws up my perfect plan and you all do what you have to do,” informed Inui.
“What will you be doing, Fuji-senpai?” asked Ryoma.
“Oh, I’ll be carrying Tezuka to the infirmary.”
“You’re barely higher than me, how will you be doing that?” Ryoma asked.
“That’s for me to worry about. I’ll figure it out when the time comes.”
Now Tezuka was sure Fuji was planning something, but he didn’t have time to think about it. The real drill was about to start and Fuji was pulling his arm till he was standing in the middle of the court.
“Lay down now,” ordered Fuji with an amused smile on his face.
“Fuji…”
“Don’t argue, we all agreed to do this. The sooner you lay down, the sooner I can save you from Inui’s evil brew. Don’t you want me to save you, Tezuka?”
Tezuka felt anything he said could be used against him so he decided to remain silent. Prudence after all, was a virtue.
“There you go. Now be a good boy and lay still, Inui will be directing the drill.”
From the ground, Tezuka could see Inui directing everyone to their place. Arai was Tezuka’s opponent and Ryuuzaki-sensei was the referee; the other members of the team who didn’t have any specific role in the play would be the crowd trying to get to Tezuka while the regulars did their part.
Inui was very efficient directing the drill, in fact, everyone was so absorbed in the role play that they didn’t notice Fuji dragging Tezuka away from the courts.
“Fuji, what…”
“Honestly, Tezuka, weren’t you paying attention?” Fuji turned around and winked to Inui, who winked at him, giving him his permission to take the captain away. He would handle the team for the next hour. “I told you before, I’m in charge of saving you.”
Saving him from what exactly, Tezuka wanted to know, but didn’t dare to ask. He followed Fuji’s command until they arrived at the locker room, they got inside and Fuji locked the door.
“Now sit down, I have to examine you.” Tezuka of course remained standing. Fuji got closer to him, put his hands on Tezuka’s shoulders, guided him to the nearest bench, and pushed him down. “You’re not being a good boy, everyone played their part, why can’t you?”
“And what exactly is my part? We’re already here, we may as well go back, stop this nonsense and continue with practice.”
“But that would take all the fun away,” answered Fuji with a sweet, mellow voice that almost made Tezuka want to stay with him a little longer. Almost.
“Away from what?”
“Away from being here with you. Alone. While Inui is distracting everyone else.”
“Ok. I give up. What do I have to do now according to the plan?” Tezuka knew he lost the battle, so he decided to cooperate with Fuji’s convoluted mind. That way Fuji would get what he wanted sooner and the absurd drill business would be over.
“You? You don’t have to do anything. Just stay still and I’ll take care of things,” said Fuji as he drew closer and closer to Tezuka. Standing in front of him, Fuji’s face was almost at the same height as Tezuka´s.
He dropped his head a little and giving Tezuka almost no time to react, Fuji ran his lips softly over Tezuka’s. Tezuka jerked back but he hit the wall. Fuji took advantage of that and kissed him fully on the lips. Despite Tezuka’s surprise, he didn’t remove his lips from Fuji’s kiss. That gave Fuji the incentive he needed; he ran his hands through Tezuka’s hair bringing him closer and deepening the kiss.
Tezuka didn’t know what to do. He’d never kissed anyone before, and Fuji appeared to be quite experimented. He decided to relax and let Fuji take control. Fuji’s tongue was warm and soft against his, and Tezuka allowed them to tangle for a moment.
After a while, breathless and flushed, Fuji pulled away, staying only a breath apart from Tezuka. “What’s your opinion on drills now?” he asked his voice barely audible.
“We can afford to have them once in a while,” answered Tezuka, whispering against Fuji’s lips. Fuji’s tongue traced Tezuka’s bottom lip and he nibbled it for a few minutes before returning to a full kiss.
“I knew you would agree with me.”
The End
Title: Profane for applentoast
Summary: And Tezuka definitely knows he doesn’t like to defile holly places.
Words: 382
“No.”
“Please?”
“When are you going to stop asking?”
“When you say yes.”
“We’ve been having this discussion the whole week, Fuji. I’m not saying yes.”
“But Tezuka…”
“No. The bus is picking us up soon, get ready.”
“I am ready, Tezuka. Why not?”
“Because we are in a monastery,” Tezuka answered for the hundredth time.
“Tezuka…” Fuji whined.
“I’m not doing it. You’ll have to wait until we return to Tokyo.”
“But what’s the fun in that? We already christened every place we know in Tokyo, including the locker room, and the…”
Tezuka blushed at the memory and interrupted Fuji before he could continue. “Drop it!” he said
“Just tell me why not.”
“Because it feels… unholy…” Tezuka said, trying to find a word that fitted his feelings.
“Exactly! And this is our last night here, please?”
“We are going to be late for the field trip, let’s go,” Tezuka said, leaving Fuji alone in the room.
Fuji may have lost the battle, but he wasn’t going to lose the war. He knew how to press Tezuka’s buttons and he wasn’t going to miss his chance to “christen’ -as he liked to call it so Tezuka wouldn’t be too embarrassed-, the catholic monastery.
In the bus, Fuji sits by his side smiles at him. While they are walking, he casually drops his wallet many times just so he can bend down and pick them up whenever he knows Tezuka is looking at him. He touches his arm, caresses his neck, whispers to his ear, even brushes his groin a few times, unintentionally, of course. A few hours and a lot of groping later, Tezuka is a mess.
When they arrive to the monastery after the field trip, Tezuka doesn’t even bother to go to the dining room with the rest of the class. He grabs Fuji by the wrist and practically drags him to the room they’re sharing. He closes the door and pushes Fuji against the wall, pinning his wrists above his head.
“Yes, Tezuka. Do you need something?” Fuji asks, with all the innocence he can gather.
Tezuka doesn’t say anything and instead thrusts his tongue into Fuji’s mouth, kissing him long and hard before letting him go.
“Finally,” Fuji says grinning, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Tezuka doesn’t even bother to answer.
The End
Title: Beginnings for chibikaoruchan
Summary: And Tezuka definitely knows he dislikes modern art.
Warnings: Adult AU… or something like that
Words: 2207
As soon as Tezuka decided his day couldn’t get any worse, the screen of his cell phone flashed Atobe’s name. His mind traveled between throwing the stupid artifact out the window or just turning it off, but he decided against both options and picked up, trying to get it over with as soon as possible.
“The answer is no,” he said, as soon as he pressed the phone against his ear.
“Oh, come on! You don’t even know what it is!” Atobe complained.
“Surely something I will not like.”
“Will you trust me? You’ll like this one,” Atobe said, sounding far too sure of himself for Tezuka’s liking.
“The answer is still no,” Tezuka said.
“You owe me. Ore-sama spent an entire week on that mountain freezing to death and eating badly cooked fish five times a day.”
Tezuka suppressed a sigh. If there was something he was not, was ungrateful, and Atobe did go with him to his last camping trip. “Tell me what it is,” he finally said.
“Remember the painter I’ve been talking about for months? The one I met in the plane to Las Vegas? Well, he has an exhibition in the National Museum of Modern Art next week,” he said, not waiting for Tezuka to answer.
“And you want to go,” said Tezuka, drily. Of all the things that were wrong in the world, modern art certainly was on the top five of Tezuka’s list.
“But of course!”
“And, for some unknown reason, you want me to go with you.”
“Well, want is a bit of an odd word choice… It’s actually more of a need,” Atobe said.
“So I’m going to an art show I don’t want to go, to escort someone that doesn’t want to go with me. I stand by my initial answer, now if you’ll excuse me, I still have…”
“No, Tezuka, wait! I really need you to come with me, please! I have to interview this guy for one of the papers and I don’t trust any of my lackeys to do it, so I have to do it myself…”
“Enjoy,” Tezuka answered, ready to hang up for the second time.
“Ok, listen. We don’t even have to go to the exhibit so you won’t bore yourself to death. Just come with me to his study, I’ll interview him in half an hour while you take notes of whatever he says.”
“When do you want to go?” Tezuka asked searching for the slightest reason to get out of what seems the most boring task.
“This Saturday. And don’t even think of saying you have to work, because I spoke to your manager before calling you. He says it’s okay for you to go,” Atobe said.
Tezuka never really liked his manager.
“What about tr…”
“I also talked to your coach; she’s going out of town tomorrow and won’t come back for two weeks.”
Yeah, he never liked his coach either.
“Fine.”
“Great!” Atobe yelled. “I’ll pick you up at 1. Be ready,” he said, hanging up.
* * *
The studio was in a neighborhood Tezuka didn’t visited often. It was known to be a bohemian place where you could detect a faint smell of marihuana on every corner. It had a few parks that actors and musicians turned into outdoors theaters, and that moment there was a band of drummers playing happily.
Atobe’s driver stopped in front of an old house and Atobe immediately got out of the car, Tezuka following him. They knocked on the door several times, but they got no answer, Atobe turned the handle and the door opened without complaint.
Inside the house, they found a large, dark garage filled with painted canvases of all sizes piled on every corner. Atobe almost screamed and started inspecting every work of art displayed there, mumbling to himself in excitement. “Tezuka, hand me the camera! Ore-sama needs to document this.”
Tezuka had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He turned around and tried to find the ‘fabulous’ painter so they could finish the interview as soon as possible. There were many things he’d rather to than being inside an old house filled with what Tezuka believed to be the negation of art. He didn’t even bother to look at the paintings and went straight ahead to the stairs.
Soft music came from upstairs, sounding harder with every step Tezuka took until he arrived to the second floor of the house. It was also one large space, but unlike the garage, it had windows illuminating the room, and the floor was covered in some kind of plastic.
Tezuka’s eyes wondered around the room for a moment, until he saw him. He was standing in front of a canvas that covered almost all the wall, with his back turned to Tezuka. He was shirtless and barefoot, and the only piece of cloth covering his slender -yes, Tezuka noticed it- body was a pair of white pants, splattered with paint of all colors. In his hand, he had an abnormally large paintbrush that he was moving all over the canvas, along with all his body. Tezuka could see the muscles in his arms and back tensing as the artist moved with tough movements, his light hair swaying almost with the rhythm of the music. Tezuka simply couldn’t stop watching.
“There you are!" Atobe screamed, breaking the spell Tezuka was under. "This place is amazing! The art you have down there, ore-sama absolutely adores it! I took pictures of everything"
The artist turned around revealing beautiful blue eyes that left Tezuka more stunned than before.
"Hi, Atobe. I lost track of time, just give me one minute to grab a shirt,” he said. “Who is your escort?" He asked, walking towards a closet.
"Oh, this is Tezuka Kunimitsu, a friend of mine," Atobe answered. "He's going to help me today.” He walked towards his friend’s ear, "try not to blush so much, Tezuka, it’s embarrassing."
Atobe, Tezuka thought, got it all wrong. The closed space and the lack of air were making him dizzy and a little breathless, nothing else. He quickly dismissed the fact that the room was big enough and that the windows were completely open.
"Hi, I'm Fuji Syuusuke," the artist said, approaching Tezuka and stretching his hand.
"Tezuka," he replied, shaking it.
Fuji guided them to a sofa on one corner of the room and sat down.
"Ok, let's start," Atobe said. "Tezuka, write everything down."
Not five minutes passed when Atobe interrupted Fuji.
"You know what? I'm hungry," he announced. "Tezuka and I didn't have lunch, so I suggest we continue this at a restaurant," he continued, before even asking Tezuka if he agreed to the plan. "What do you think, Fuji?"
Tezuka thought this was Atobe’s plan all along, and he never really meant to do a quick, short interview.
"Of course, Atobe, that's very nice of you. I've been inside this house working for too long, I really need a distraction," Fuji answered, never taking his eyes off Tezuka. "But I can't go outside looking like this. I'm going to the bathroom; please wait for me."
"Not a problem, we'll be right here," Atobe said.
Tezuka followed Fuji's silhouette until he disappeared behind a door on the other side of the study. He turned around to catch Atobe staring at him.
"What?" he asked, catching the glint in his friend's eyes.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just here wondering if you could be more obvious," he answered, with a smirk on his mouth. Tezuka didn't flinch. "You like him," he stated.
"That's absurd," Tezuka replied far too quickly.
"When was the last time you had a date?"
"That's none of your business," Tezuka said.
A door opened and Tezuka turned around to see a dripping Fuji coming out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist. If he was staring before...
"I forgot to take clean clothes with me. I'll be ready in a minute," Fuji said, walking to the closet to gather some clothes and going back to the bathroom.
Tezuka almost didn't hear Atobe muttering about denial and other nonsense; he was far too busy adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious, very painful hard-on. He cursed himself for his lack of control. He wasn't a teenager, for god's sake, and he certainly didn't need his inopportune member to remind him of its existence.
As soon as he starts talking about his crappy artwork, Tezuka thought, this erection business will be over.
But Tezuka was out of luck.
Fuji turned out to be a lot more than he expected. He was not one of those punk artists who painted a black line on a yellow background and pretended to be the ultimate art creation. On the contrary, Fuji studied Fine Arts in the University of Tokyo and he traveled a lot taking every course he could to perfect his technique. He also had a deep knowledge on classic artists Tezuka admired, and soon enough, they were engaged in a pleasant conversation.
So the next few hours Tezuka was glad he had a big jacket with him, because, really, what the hell was his cock thinking? He was not taking notes anymore, he wasn't even eating. He was fighting with himself to stop staring at the artist, while in the back of his head he heard an annoying little voice asking, "why not?"
* * *
"I knew you'd like him," Atobe said in a triumphant voice as soon as Fuji got out of the car.
Tezuka didn't even bother to deny the accusation. Not only Atobe knew him like the back of his hand, but in the past hours he hadn't done anything to hide the fact that he was, in fact, very attracted to Fuji.
"I can get you a date with him," Atobe suggested. remained silent and begged for Atobe to drop the matter. "Come on Tezuka, give yourself a chance...”
But Tezuka didn’t say a single word on the ride home. As soon as he got inside his house, he took his clothes of and went straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower and take certain matters into his own hand, because, apparently, his very stubborn cock wasn’t going to leave him alone.
* * *
A few days passed and Tezuka blatantly ignored Atobe’s callings, text messages, mails, faxes, post its and any other ways of communication his friend could think of.
His cell phone rang, yet again, but when Tezuka saw an unknown number, he picked it up, relieved it wasn’t Atobe.
“Atobe says you’re ignoring him.”
‘Fuji,’ he thought, feeling goosebumps in the back of his neck.
“Tezuka? Are you there?” Fuji asked, after receiving no answer.
“Yes,” he said, finally.
“So here I am, talking on his behalf, because, apparently, I have nothing else to do and he can be rather… persistent. Why aren’t you talking to him?”
Tezuka’s lips twitched a little to form what may or may not be a smile. “He’s being…”
“Annoying? Obnoxious? Irritating?”
“All of the above,” Tezuka answered and heard Fuji chuckling.
“He says he’ll forgive you if you agree to go on a date with me,” Fuji continued, casually. “What are you doing tonight?”
“I have to work,” Tezuka answered, glad that Fuji could not see his face doing what strangely resembled to blushing. Because, along with not getting an erection just from hearing someone over the phone, blushing was something he just didn’t do.
“Atobe said you might say that. He also told me to ignore it,” Fuji said. “Let’s meet at 8 in the Plaza Café, what do you think?”
“Okay,” Tezuka said. Somehow he knew Fuji wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“See you then, Tezuka. Bye.”
---
“Wait. I don’t get it…”
“What don’t you get, Noriko-chan?” Fuji asked, sweetly.
“Why did you want to go out with uncle Tezuka if he didn’t like your art?” the girl asked, intrigued.
“Well, he didn’t actually dislike my art, you see. He didn’t see one single piece until weeks later.”
“Then why did he say he hated it?”
“Because there are things Tezuka hates on principle,” Atobe said, matter-of-factly.
The little girl opened her eyes and stared at Fuji in confusion.
“The point is, Noriko-chan, that when you start dating boys, you should follow your father’s advice,” Fuji said. “He usually knows what he’s talking about, even though you can’t always see it, with all that smugness.”
“Ugh, I’m never dating boys, boys are disgusting!” she said making a face.
“You’ll grow up and change your mind. Pretty soon you’ll want to kiss boys, and…” Fuji said.
“Kiss?” the girl asked, eyes wide open in horror.
“Yes, kiss. Speaking of which, do you want me to tell you about my first kiss with Tezuka?”
“EW! No!” she cried, and run out of the room.
“So, seven years?” Atobe said, sipping his coffe.
“Yes, seven years,” Fuji answered.
“And where is that stubborn friend of mine, anyway? Why isn’t he here celebrating?”
“He’s out secretly buying a camera I wanted. Act surprise when he gives it to me,” Fuji grinned.
“I will,” Atobe said with a soft chuckle.
The End
I come bearing gifts... not because they are... you know, good or anything, but because I owe them. Oh, and, by the way, because it's not bad enough as it is, they're unbetae'd. Oh, wait, misanagi corrected the first one eons ago... They are all TezuFuji because you requested it, and the rating is PG for all of them. Anyway, without much further ado, the fics... erm. Yeah.
Title: Yudan sezu ni ikou for a1y_puff
Summary: Tezuka knows he doesn’t like drills.
Words: 1858
“A drill…” Tezuka didn’t understand.
“Yes, we need to be prepared,” said Inui.
“What are you talking about?” Fuji asked as he stepped out from the bathrooms.
“Nothing. Practice is about to start, let’s go,” Tezuka answered quickly.
“I want to have a drill. However, Tezuka seems reluctant to do it.” Inui ignored Tezuka’s silent order to let the matter go, expecting Fuji to agree with him.
“A drill? What kind of drill?”
“We need to be prepared in case it happens”.
“You said that already, we’re not doing it. We can’t get careless with the finals approaching; I’m not wasting time with a pointless drill. Let’s start practice.” Sometimes Tezuka felt Inui made him lose his temper quicker than any other member of the team.
“A drill about what?” insisted Fuji.
“I’ll be waiting for you in the courts,” said Tezuka, leaving the two boys in the locker room.
“Fuji.” Inui gave him along look before he continued. “I expect you to help me with this; we really need to be prepared. If Tezuka drinks one of my powerful concoctions and faints in the middle of a match, we won’t know what to do. That’s why we need to have a drill, so everyone will be prepared enough to handle the situation. You must appeal to his better sense and convince him to let me do it”.
“Tezuka would never faint… Wait, a drill sounds fun.” Fuji pondered for a while before giving his final answer. “Ok, I’ll help you, just tell me what to do. But I may want something in return.”
The two boys planned their course of action and, before they knew, practice started and they were late for it.
“Fuji, Inui, 40 laps now.”
“Tezuka can be so mean sometimes,” pouted Fuji while he started his laps with Inui. He knew he would be getting his revenge soon.
When practice ended and neither Inui nor Fuji brought the drill matter up again, Tezuka thought he’d won the argument. He was wrong. During the next days, Inui prepared as many juices as he could, each one nastier than the one before. Somehow he managed to get every single member of the team sick at least twice, so if there was someone who doubted the foul effect of any Inui Juice, they didn’t have a single uncertainty after that.
In the meantime, Fuji was exploiting everyone’s sense of fear. While aiding the wounded, he talked about the consequences of Inui’s famous concoctions and how they could end in a terrible tragedy unless they were prepared to handle any urgency properly. As a result, the team begged Tezuka for days to have the drill and he had no choice but accept. Not before giving Fuji and Inui lots of laps.
* * *
“So,” said Inui taking over the practice, “it’s time to start the drill. Each one of you has a role to play according to your strong points.”
“When Tezuka faints in the middle of the court, here’s what you are going to do,” Fuji glanced at Tezuka trying to hide the delight this whole situation was producing in him. Tezuka didn’t fail to notice that Fuji was rather excited about the drill, and that made him uneasy. He knew Inui planned the whole thing with him and Tezuka had to admit he was a little afraid of the outcome. “Kaido, you’ll be the one in charge of calling the ambulance.”
“Yes, Fuji-senpai, I always have my phone with me.”
“Taka-san, your job is to stop Oishi,” Fuji continued with the explanation.
“Stop him?” asked Kawamura, looking as confused as Oishi.
“Stop me from doing what exactly?”
“From panicking, of course,” explained Fuji. “You worry too much, and if you see Tezuka lying unconscious on the court, you won’t be able to control yourself.”
Oishi and Kawamura were really confused by their roles, but they said nothing. Oishi could swear he saw Inui hiding a grin and Kawamura was almost certain Fuji was planning something, but they decided to remain silent.
Tezuka was sure about this too; he knew Fuji too well to expect him to behave. If he had the opportunity to create chaos and wreak havoc, he would make a good use of it. Tezuka was making his best effort to remain calm, but if the nonsense continued, he was going to stop the drill and make everyone run laps. He agreed to do this to get the team off his back, but this was getting ridiculous.
“Eiji, your job is to start bouncing around,” continued Fuji ignoring Tezuka’s warning look. At this point, he was about to assign more laps to Fuji and Inui just to make this absurdity stop. Nevertheless, he said nothing, but his eyes were looking straight at Fuji, somehow expecting him to reveal his plan with one look. Fuji of course didn’t do it and that annoyed Tezuka a little more. “You have to distract the crowd, that way we can save Tezuka without everybody suffocating him.”
Tezuka had to use all of his strength not to raise an eyebrow.
“Now, this is the most important part of the plan.” Inui took the floor again, “It’s essential that you do this well, since the success of the operation lies on your heads. Echizen, you’ll have to talk to Tezuka’s opponent. Explain to him that he’ll be unavailable for a fair period of time, but that you offer your services to entertain him with a match while Tezuka returns. Momo, you have to divert the referee. Talk to him about women, hamburgers, whatever you want, just keep his mind away from the fact that Tezuka is injured. Remember, if you two distract the other player and the referee, we’ll have no problem to go back to the game once Tezuka takes the antidote.”
“Works for me,” said Ryoma.
“I can do that,” agreed Momo.
He could almost stand the bizarre plan so far, but letting Ryoma fight his battles was something Tezuka could never allow. He had to stop this madness right now. “I don’t think…”
“Wait, Tezuka,” Fuji interrupted. He looked at his captain with his open eyes, revealing a smile Tezuka could not say no to and sometimes even made his knees weak. “We’re about to get to the practical part, you can ask questions later. Remember, you’ll be busy collapsing so you don’t have to do anything. Don’t worry, you won’t get it wrong.”
“Fuji…” he started, when the words reached his brain. “Practical part? I never agreed…”
“Well, this is a drill, they tend to have practical parts, you know.”
Tezuka suppressed a sigh and gestured for him to continue.
“While everyone is doing their part, I’ll be watching you from afar to make sure no one screws up my perfect plan and you all do what you have to do,” informed Inui.
“What will you be doing, Fuji-senpai?” asked Ryoma.
“Oh, I’ll be carrying Tezuka to the infirmary.”
“You’re barely higher than me, how will you be doing that?” Ryoma asked.
“That’s for me to worry about. I’ll figure it out when the time comes.”
Now Tezuka was sure Fuji was planning something, but he didn’t have time to think about it. The real drill was about to start and Fuji was pulling his arm till he was standing in the middle of the court.
“Lay down now,” ordered Fuji with an amused smile on his face.
“Fuji…”
“Don’t argue, we all agreed to do this. The sooner you lay down, the sooner I can save you from Inui’s evil brew. Don’t you want me to save you, Tezuka?”
Tezuka felt anything he said could be used against him so he decided to remain silent. Prudence after all, was a virtue.
“There you go. Now be a good boy and lay still, Inui will be directing the drill.”
From the ground, Tezuka could see Inui directing everyone to their place. Arai was Tezuka’s opponent and Ryuuzaki-sensei was the referee; the other members of the team who didn’t have any specific role in the play would be the crowd trying to get to Tezuka while the regulars did their part.
Inui was very efficient directing the drill, in fact, everyone was so absorbed in the role play that they didn’t notice Fuji dragging Tezuka away from the courts.
“Fuji, what…”
“Honestly, Tezuka, weren’t you paying attention?” Fuji turned around and winked to Inui, who winked at him, giving him his permission to take the captain away. He would handle the team for the next hour. “I told you before, I’m in charge of saving you.”
Saving him from what exactly, Tezuka wanted to know, but didn’t dare to ask. He followed Fuji’s command until they arrived at the locker room, they got inside and Fuji locked the door.
“Now sit down, I have to examine you.” Tezuka of course remained standing. Fuji got closer to him, put his hands on Tezuka’s shoulders, guided him to the nearest bench, and pushed him down. “You’re not being a good boy, everyone played their part, why can’t you?”
“And what exactly is my part? We’re already here, we may as well go back, stop this nonsense and continue with practice.”
“But that would take all the fun away,” answered Fuji with a sweet, mellow voice that almost made Tezuka want to stay with him a little longer. Almost.
“Away from what?”
“Away from being here with you. Alone. While Inui is distracting everyone else.”
“Ok. I give up. What do I have to do now according to the plan?” Tezuka knew he lost the battle, so he decided to cooperate with Fuji’s convoluted mind. That way Fuji would get what he wanted sooner and the absurd drill business would be over.
“You? You don’t have to do anything. Just stay still and I’ll take care of things,” said Fuji as he drew closer and closer to Tezuka. Standing in front of him, Fuji’s face was almost at the same height as Tezuka´s.
He dropped his head a little and giving Tezuka almost no time to react, Fuji ran his lips softly over Tezuka’s. Tezuka jerked back but he hit the wall. Fuji took advantage of that and kissed him fully on the lips. Despite Tezuka’s surprise, he didn’t remove his lips from Fuji’s kiss. That gave Fuji the incentive he needed; he ran his hands through Tezuka’s hair bringing him closer and deepening the kiss.
Tezuka didn’t know what to do. He’d never kissed anyone before, and Fuji appeared to be quite experimented. He decided to relax and let Fuji take control. Fuji’s tongue was warm and soft against his, and Tezuka allowed them to tangle for a moment.
After a while, breathless and flushed, Fuji pulled away, staying only a breath apart from Tezuka. “What’s your opinion on drills now?” he asked his voice barely audible.
“We can afford to have them once in a while,” answered Tezuka, whispering against Fuji’s lips. Fuji’s tongue traced Tezuka’s bottom lip and he nibbled it for a few minutes before returning to a full kiss.
“I knew you would agree with me.”
The End
Title: Profane for applentoast
Summary: And Tezuka definitely knows he doesn’t like to defile holly places.
Words: 382
“No.”
“Please?”
“When are you going to stop asking?”
“When you say yes.”
“We’ve been having this discussion the whole week, Fuji. I’m not saying yes.”
“But Tezuka…”
“No. The bus is picking us up soon, get ready.”
“I am ready, Tezuka. Why not?”
“Because we are in a monastery,” Tezuka answered for the hundredth time.
“Tezuka…” Fuji whined.
“I’m not doing it. You’ll have to wait until we return to Tokyo.”
“But what’s the fun in that? We already christened every place we know in Tokyo, including the locker room, and the…”
Tezuka blushed at the memory and interrupted Fuji before he could continue. “Drop it!” he said
“Just tell me why not.”
“Because it feels… unholy…” Tezuka said, trying to find a word that fitted his feelings.
“Exactly! And this is our last night here, please?”
“We are going to be late for the field trip, let’s go,” Tezuka said, leaving Fuji alone in the room.
Fuji may have lost the battle, but he wasn’t going to lose the war. He knew how to press Tezuka’s buttons and he wasn’t going to miss his chance to “christen’ -as he liked to call it so Tezuka wouldn’t be too embarrassed-, the catholic monastery.
In the bus, Fuji sits by his side smiles at him. While they are walking, he casually drops his wallet many times just so he can bend down and pick them up whenever he knows Tezuka is looking at him. He touches his arm, caresses his neck, whispers to his ear, even brushes his groin a few times, unintentionally, of course. A few hours and a lot of groping later, Tezuka is a mess.
When they arrive to the monastery after the field trip, Tezuka doesn’t even bother to go to the dining room with the rest of the class. He grabs Fuji by the wrist and practically drags him to the room they’re sharing. He closes the door and pushes Fuji against the wall, pinning his wrists above his head.
“Yes, Tezuka. Do you need something?” Fuji asks, with all the innocence he can gather.
Tezuka doesn’t say anything and instead thrusts his tongue into Fuji’s mouth, kissing him long and hard before letting him go.
“Finally,” Fuji says grinning, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Tezuka doesn’t even bother to answer.
The End
Title: Beginnings for chibikaoruchan
Summary: And Tezuka definitely knows he dislikes modern art.
Warnings: Adult AU… or something like that
Words: 2207
As soon as Tezuka decided his day couldn’t get any worse, the screen of his cell phone flashed Atobe’s name. His mind traveled between throwing the stupid artifact out the window or just turning it off, but he decided against both options and picked up, trying to get it over with as soon as possible.
“The answer is no,” he said, as soon as he pressed the phone against his ear.
“Oh, come on! You don’t even know what it is!” Atobe complained.
“Surely something I will not like.”
“Will you trust me? You’ll like this one,” Atobe said, sounding far too sure of himself for Tezuka’s liking.
“The answer is still no,” Tezuka said.
“You owe me. Ore-sama spent an entire week on that mountain freezing to death and eating badly cooked fish five times a day.”
Tezuka suppressed a sigh. If there was something he was not, was ungrateful, and Atobe did go with him to his last camping trip. “Tell me what it is,” he finally said.
“Remember the painter I’ve been talking about for months? The one I met in the plane to Las Vegas? Well, he has an exhibition in the National Museum of Modern Art next week,” he said, not waiting for Tezuka to answer.
“And you want to go,” said Tezuka, drily. Of all the things that were wrong in the world, modern art certainly was on the top five of Tezuka’s list.
“But of course!”
“And, for some unknown reason, you want me to go with you.”
“Well, want is a bit of an odd word choice… It’s actually more of a need,” Atobe said.
“So I’m going to an art show I don’t want to go, to escort someone that doesn’t want to go with me. I stand by my initial answer, now if you’ll excuse me, I still have…”
“No, Tezuka, wait! I really need you to come with me, please! I have to interview this guy for one of the papers and I don’t trust any of my lackeys to do it, so I have to do it myself…”
“Enjoy,” Tezuka answered, ready to hang up for the second time.
“Ok, listen. We don’t even have to go to the exhibit so you won’t bore yourself to death. Just come with me to his study, I’ll interview him in half an hour while you take notes of whatever he says.”
“When do you want to go?” Tezuka asked searching for the slightest reason to get out of what seems the most boring task.
“This Saturday. And don’t even think of saying you have to work, because I spoke to your manager before calling you. He says it’s okay for you to go,” Atobe said.
Tezuka never really liked his manager.
“What about tr…”
“I also talked to your coach; she’s going out of town tomorrow and won’t come back for two weeks.”
Yeah, he never liked his coach either.
“Fine.”
“Great!” Atobe yelled. “I’ll pick you up at 1. Be ready,” he said, hanging up.
* * *
The studio was in a neighborhood Tezuka didn’t visited often. It was known to be a bohemian place where you could detect a faint smell of marihuana on every corner. It had a few parks that actors and musicians turned into outdoors theaters, and that moment there was a band of drummers playing happily.
Atobe’s driver stopped in front of an old house and Atobe immediately got out of the car, Tezuka following him. They knocked on the door several times, but they got no answer, Atobe turned the handle and the door opened without complaint.
Inside the house, they found a large, dark garage filled with painted canvases of all sizes piled on every corner. Atobe almost screamed and started inspecting every work of art displayed there, mumbling to himself in excitement. “Tezuka, hand me the camera! Ore-sama needs to document this.”
Tezuka had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He turned around and tried to find the ‘fabulous’ painter so they could finish the interview as soon as possible. There were many things he’d rather to than being inside an old house filled with what Tezuka believed to be the negation of art. He didn’t even bother to look at the paintings and went straight ahead to the stairs.
Soft music came from upstairs, sounding harder with every step Tezuka took until he arrived to the second floor of the house. It was also one large space, but unlike the garage, it had windows illuminating the room, and the floor was covered in some kind of plastic.
Tezuka’s eyes wondered around the room for a moment, until he saw him. He was standing in front of a canvas that covered almost all the wall, with his back turned to Tezuka. He was shirtless and barefoot, and the only piece of cloth covering his slender -yes, Tezuka noticed it- body was a pair of white pants, splattered with paint of all colors. In his hand, he had an abnormally large paintbrush that he was moving all over the canvas, along with all his body. Tezuka could see the muscles in his arms and back tensing as the artist moved with tough movements, his light hair swaying almost with the rhythm of the music. Tezuka simply couldn’t stop watching.
“There you are!" Atobe screamed, breaking the spell Tezuka was under. "This place is amazing! The art you have down there, ore-sama absolutely adores it! I took pictures of everything"
The artist turned around revealing beautiful blue eyes that left Tezuka more stunned than before.
"Hi, Atobe. I lost track of time, just give me one minute to grab a shirt,” he said. “Who is your escort?" He asked, walking towards a closet.
"Oh, this is Tezuka Kunimitsu, a friend of mine," Atobe answered. "He's going to help me today.” He walked towards his friend’s ear, "try not to blush so much, Tezuka, it’s embarrassing."
Atobe, Tezuka thought, got it all wrong. The closed space and the lack of air were making him dizzy and a little breathless, nothing else. He quickly dismissed the fact that the room was big enough and that the windows were completely open.
"Hi, I'm Fuji Syuusuke," the artist said, approaching Tezuka and stretching his hand.
"Tezuka," he replied, shaking it.
Fuji guided them to a sofa on one corner of the room and sat down.
"Ok, let's start," Atobe said. "Tezuka, write everything down."
Not five minutes passed when Atobe interrupted Fuji.
"You know what? I'm hungry," he announced. "Tezuka and I didn't have lunch, so I suggest we continue this at a restaurant," he continued, before even asking Tezuka if he agreed to the plan. "What do you think, Fuji?"
Tezuka thought this was Atobe’s plan all along, and he never really meant to do a quick, short interview.
"Of course, Atobe, that's very nice of you. I've been inside this house working for too long, I really need a distraction," Fuji answered, never taking his eyes off Tezuka. "But I can't go outside looking like this. I'm going to the bathroom; please wait for me."
"Not a problem, we'll be right here," Atobe said.
Tezuka followed Fuji's silhouette until he disappeared behind a door on the other side of the study. He turned around to catch Atobe staring at him.
"What?" he asked, catching the glint in his friend's eyes.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just here wondering if you could be more obvious," he answered, with a smirk on his mouth. Tezuka didn't flinch. "You like him," he stated.
"That's absurd," Tezuka replied far too quickly.
"When was the last time you had a date?"
"That's none of your business," Tezuka said.
A door opened and Tezuka turned around to see a dripping Fuji coming out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist. If he was staring before...
"I forgot to take clean clothes with me. I'll be ready in a minute," Fuji said, walking to the closet to gather some clothes and going back to the bathroom.
Tezuka almost didn't hear Atobe muttering about denial and other nonsense; he was far too busy adjusting his pants to hide his very obvious, very painful hard-on. He cursed himself for his lack of control. He wasn't a teenager, for god's sake, and he certainly didn't need his inopportune member to remind him of its existence.
As soon as he starts talking about his crappy artwork, Tezuka thought, this erection business will be over.
But Tezuka was out of luck.
Fuji turned out to be a lot more than he expected. He was not one of those punk artists who painted a black line on a yellow background and pretended to be the ultimate art creation. On the contrary, Fuji studied Fine Arts in the University of Tokyo and he traveled a lot taking every course he could to perfect his technique. He also had a deep knowledge on classic artists Tezuka admired, and soon enough, they were engaged in a pleasant conversation.
So the next few hours Tezuka was glad he had a big jacket with him, because, really, what the hell was his cock thinking? He was not taking notes anymore, he wasn't even eating. He was fighting with himself to stop staring at the artist, while in the back of his head he heard an annoying little voice asking, "why not?"
* * *
"I knew you'd like him," Atobe said in a triumphant voice as soon as Fuji got out of the car.
Tezuka didn't even bother to deny the accusation. Not only Atobe knew him like the back of his hand, but in the past hours he hadn't done anything to hide the fact that he was, in fact, very attracted to Fuji.
"I can get you a date with him," Atobe suggested. remained silent and begged for Atobe to drop the matter. "Come on Tezuka, give yourself a chance...”
But Tezuka didn’t say a single word on the ride home. As soon as he got inside his house, he took his clothes of and went straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower and take certain matters into his own hand, because, apparently, his very stubborn cock wasn’t going to leave him alone.
* * *
A few days passed and Tezuka blatantly ignored Atobe’s callings, text messages, mails, faxes, post its and any other ways of communication his friend could think of.
His cell phone rang, yet again, but when Tezuka saw an unknown number, he picked it up, relieved it wasn’t Atobe.
“Atobe says you’re ignoring him.”
‘Fuji,’ he thought, feeling goosebumps in the back of his neck.
“Tezuka? Are you there?” Fuji asked, after receiving no answer.
“Yes,” he said, finally.
“So here I am, talking on his behalf, because, apparently, I have nothing else to do and he can be rather… persistent. Why aren’t you talking to him?”
Tezuka’s lips twitched a little to form what may or may not be a smile. “He’s being…”
“Annoying? Obnoxious? Irritating?”
“All of the above,” Tezuka answered and heard Fuji chuckling.
“He says he’ll forgive you if you agree to go on a date with me,” Fuji continued, casually. “What are you doing tonight?”
“I have to work,” Tezuka answered, glad that Fuji could not see his face doing what strangely resembled to blushing. Because, along with not getting an erection just from hearing someone over the phone, blushing was something he just didn’t do.
“Atobe said you might say that. He also told me to ignore it,” Fuji said. “Let’s meet at 8 in the Plaza Café, what do you think?”
“Okay,” Tezuka said. Somehow he knew Fuji wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“See you then, Tezuka. Bye.”
---
“Wait. I don’t get it…”
“What don’t you get, Noriko-chan?” Fuji asked, sweetly.
“Why did you want to go out with uncle Tezuka if he didn’t like your art?” the girl asked, intrigued.
“Well, he didn’t actually dislike my art, you see. He didn’t see one single piece until weeks later.”
“Then why did he say he hated it?”
“Because there are things Tezuka hates on principle,” Atobe said, matter-of-factly.
The little girl opened her eyes and stared at Fuji in confusion.
“The point is, Noriko-chan, that when you start dating boys, you should follow your father’s advice,” Fuji said. “He usually knows what he’s talking about, even though you can’t always see it, with all that smugness.”
“Ugh, I’m never dating boys, boys are disgusting!” she said making a face.
“You’ll grow up and change your mind. Pretty soon you’ll want to kiss boys, and…” Fuji said.
“Kiss?” the girl asked, eyes wide open in horror.
“Yes, kiss. Speaking of which, do you want me to tell you about my first kiss with Tezuka?”
“EW! No!” she cried, and run out of the room.
“So, seven years?” Atobe said, sipping his coffe.
“Yes, seven years,” Fuji answered.
“And where is that stubborn friend of mine, anyway? Why isn’t he here celebrating?”
“He’s out secretly buying a camera I wanted. Act surprise when he gives it to me,” Fuji grinned.
“I will,” Atobe said with a soft chuckle.
The End