'fade to black', model!au
Prompt: I am more land than water.
There's no resisting. Originally posted here.
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Parties are not so much parties as meeting for people to get names known, ramble about ideas, and start business ventures. Nothing is ever done at the parties, and the important people rarely remmember what goes on, but they have people to do that.
All of that combined, Tezuka thinks, makes these after parties and events thrown in celebration for any given reason, pointless and quite boring. A meeting would suffice, not a party, full of loud music, too many people, too much drinking, too much... of anything.
"You don't have to look so glum, Tezuka," Fuji says softly, right next to Tezuka's shoulder. Although the model appeared out of nowhere, Tezuka didn't jump, didn't bat an eyelash. One adjusted to Fuji's appearings and disappearings. "It's just a party."
That's what it was defined as, and if Tezuka hadn't eben the guest of honor for this party, he would have stayed home - he wasn't one for parties, especially like this.
Tezuka drained the glass of champagne he held, not even blinking at the flat, warm wine that tasted disgusting, and glanced at his watch, wondering how soon he could escape.
"So impatient to leave already, Tezuka?" Yukimura asks, from his other side, and Tezuka doesn't blink an eye. In things like this, the two of them normally stay far apart, but it doesn't surprise him, that they have congregated upon him at the moment. "You need something to keep you entertained."
"I'm fine," Tezuka says and is proud when his voice is steady, because his mind has jumped to the place it always goes, when he sees Yukimura and Fuji together, dressed or undressed. It doesn't help that the entertainment he thinks of is not suitable for any parties, especially one where there is a huge crush of people and he's the guest of honor.
"Nonsense," Fuji tells him. "Seiichi is right, you look like you can use some enjoyment."
"The party is just fine as it is."
"I think the party is what's dragging you down, making you look so glum," Fuji continues. "Atobe has rooms upstairs."
Tezuka wonders if he knows because he and Yukimura were in one of them recently, and squeezes his eyes closed so he can't see his two models, although they linger, in a much different state, behind his eyelids.
"Seiichi and I were going to occupy one." Fuji leans closer to whisper in his ear, and Tezuka can feel Yukimura grab his wrist, slender fingers sliding over his skin. He wants to shiver, but can't. "You should join us."
Tezuka's eyes fly open, and his mouth opens, curves to say 'No" but he can't, not when Fuji's eyes and open and looking at him directly, and there's that look on Yukimura's face that says he knows what he wants and he's going to get it. Tezuka's seen that look directed at a dozen different people, and watches them all cave in, and wonders if he can resist it. But it's futile - Tezuka caved in long ago.
Tezuka nods, and both of their faces revert to normal - smiling, gentle and soft, harmless looks on the faces of two pretty boys.
He is hard where they are soft; even their fingers, hands brushing over his body as they divest his clothes when they reach the room, are soft, gentle, hiding something much deeper. Yukimura's lips close around him and Fuji's hands run down his chest, lower, his fingers dragging over too sensitive skin, and Tezuka can't help but shudder. They're focusing on him, solely him, and well before the end of the evening, Tezuka's left wondering if he can survive the two of them, together.
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There's no resisting. Originally posted here.
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Parties are not so much parties as meeting for people to get names known, ramble about ideas, and start business ventures. Nothing is ever done at the parties, and the important people rarely remmember what goes on, but they have people to do that.
All of that combined, Tezuka thinks, makes these after parties and events thrown in celebration for any given reason, pointless and quite boring. A meeting would suffice, not a party, full of loud music, too many people, too much drinking, too much... of anything.
"You don't have to look so glum, Tezuka," Fuji says softly, right next to Tezuka's shoulder. Although the model appeared out of nowhere, Tezuka didn't jump, didn't bat an eyelash. One adjusted to Fuji's appearings and disappearings. "It's just a party."
That's what it was defined as, and if Tezuka hadn't eben the guest of honor for this party, he would have stayed home - he wasn't one for parties, especially like this.
Tezuka drained the glass of champagne he held, not even blinking at the flat, warm wine that tasted disgusting, and glanced at his watch, wondering how soon he could escape.
"So impatient to leave already, Tezuka?" Yukimura asks, from his other side, and Tezuka doesn't blink an eye. In things like this, the two of them normally stay far apart, but it doesn't surprise him, that they have congregated upon him at the moment. "You need something to keep you entertained."
"I'm fine," Tezuka says and is proud when his voice is steady, because his mind has jumped to the place it always goes, when he sees Yukimura and Fuji together, dressed or undressed. It doesn't help that the entertainment he thinks of is not suitable for any parties, especially one where there is a huge crush of people and he's the guest of honor.
"Nonsense," Fuji tells him. "Seiichi is right, you look like you can use some enjoyment."
"The party is just fine as it is."
"I think the party is what's dragging you down, making you look so glum," Fuji continues. "Atobe has rooms upstairs."
Tezuka wonders if he knows because he and Yukimura were in one of them recently, and squeezes his eyes closed so he can't see his two models, although they linger, in a much different state, behind his eyelids.
"Seiichi and I were going to occupy one." Fuji leans closer to whisper in his ear, and Tezuka can feel Yukimura grab his wrist, slender fingers sliding over his skin. He wants to shiver, but can't. "You should join us."
Tezuka's eyes fly open, and his mouth opens, curves to say 'No" but he can't, not when Fuji's eyes and open and looking at him directly, and there's that look on Yukimura's face that says he knows what he wants and he's going to get it. Tezuka's seen that look directed at a dozen different people, and watches them all cave in, and wonders if he can resist it. But it's futile - Tezuka caved in long ago.
Tezuka nods, and both of their faces revert to normal - smiling, gentle and soft, harmless looks on the faces of two pretty boys.
He is hard where they are soft; even their fingers, hands brushing over his body as they divest his clothes when they reach the room, are soft, gentle, hiding something much deeper. Yukimura's lips close around him and Fuji's hands run down his chest, lower, his fingers dragging over too sensitive skin, and Tezuka can't help but shudder. They're focusing on him, solely him, and well before the end of the evening, Tezuka's left wondering if he can survive the two of them, together.
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