Tenipuri: (FIC) Unquestioning: Tezuka/Fuji: R
Title: Unquestioning.
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: R
Summary: It's just for a few days.
For: ann89103. To prove I still know how. Ha. It's good to see I still fail at titles, however.
Three days after he got out of the hospital, Tezuka showed up at Fuji's place glassy-eyed and wearing a strange smile, holding a small bag.
Fuji let him in without a word, so many questions on his tongue none would actually come forth.
"Just for a few days," Tezuka had said moments before he curled around Fuji and fell asleep. Fuji, however, was far too aware of the sweat and come on his skin, Tezuka's scent and arms all around him, and stared at the ceiling instead.
A few days turned into a few weeks, a small bag turned into several, and Fuji just let it happen. They ate dinner together, watched tennis, made love and resolutely didn't talk about the hospitalization or Tezuka's family or fiancé or when he was going to leave. Again.
"Chinese sound good tonight? Or do you want to brave my cooking?" Fuji asked, feeling chaotic despite the apparently domestic tranquility. It could all end in a second and it made him jumpy and irritable. His co-workers had already hinted about him taking his hard-earned vacation days.
Tezuka regarded him for a moment before going back to his book. "Chinese is fine. I'll cook tomorrow."
"You'll be home?" Fuji asked, quickly adding, "in time to cook?"
There would be time later for Fuji to chastise himself for saying 'home' instead of 'here' and saying it in front of Tezuka, of all people, who would know what Fuji was really asking.
"Where else would I be?" Tezuka replied in an even tone. The questions Fuji wanted to ask pressed against his lips fast and furious, but he swallowed them back.
That night, Tezuka took his time, kissing every inch of Fuji's skin. He moved slowly, so slowly, that Fuji felt like he was dying. Each thrust was languid, each movement lazy and purposeful. It all felt too much like a goodbye, so Fuji held Tezuka tight between his thighs, dug his nails into his shoulders, and bit and marked every bit skin he could reach. He didn't want to let go.
When Fuji was on the cusp of sleep, Tezuka spoke quietly. "I'm not getting married. Ever."
Fuji looked at Tezuka and waited for the rest. "I'm unable to have children."
Surprised, Fuji almost said sorry but stopped at the relieved expression on Tezuka's face. Only Tezuka could say he was sterile and have it sound like he was free. "Good," he said instead, "pregnancy would do nothing for my figure."
Tezuka regarded him with a bemused expression before he laughed a little. "Syusuke, you are very strange at times."
"Just at times?" Fuji teased and let Tezuka kiss him before curling around him.
"Always the right times," Tezuka replied. "The best times."
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: R
Summary: It's just for a few days.
For: ann89103. To prove I still know how. Ha. It's good to see I still fail at titles, however.
Three days after he got out of the hospital, Tezuka showed up at Fuji's place glassy-eyed and wearing a strange smile, holding a small bag.
Fuji let him in without a word, so many questions on his tongue none would actually come forth.
"Just for a few days," Tezuka had said moments before he curled around Fuji and fell asleep. Fuji, however, was far too aware of the sweat and come on his skin, Tezuka's scent and arms all around him, and stared at the ceiling instead.
A few days turned into a few weeks, a small bag turned into several, and Fuji just let it happen. They ate dinner together, watched tennis, made love and resolutely didn't talk about the hospitalization or Tezuka's family or fiancé or when he was going to leave. Again.
"Chinese sound good tonight? Or do you want to brave my cooking?" Fuji asked, feeling chaotic despite the apparently domestic tranquility. It could all end in a second and it made him jumpy and irritable. His co-workers had already hinted about him taking his hard-earned vacation days.
Tezuka regarded him for a moment before going back to his book. "Chinese is fine. I'll cook tomorrow."
"You'll be home?" Fuji asked, quickly adding, "in time to cook?"
There would be time later for Fuji to chastise himself for saying 'home' instead of 'here' and saying it in front of Tezuka, of all people, who would know what Fuji was really asking.
"Where else would I be?" Tezuka replied in an even tone. The questions Fuji wanted to ask pressed against his lips fast and furious, but he swallowed them back.
That night, Tezuka took his time, kissing every inch of Fuji's skin. He moved slowly, so slowly, that Fuji felt like he was dying. Each thrust was languid, each movement lazy and purposeful. It all felt too much like a goodbye, so Fuji held Tezuka tight between his thighs, dug his nails into his shoulders, and bit and marked every bit skin he could reach. He didn't want to let go.
When Fuji was on the cusp of sleep, Tezuka spoke quietly. "I'm not getting married. Ever."
Fuji looked at Tezuka and waited for the rest. "I'm unable to have children."
Surprised, Fuji almost said sorry but stopped at the relieved expression on Tezuka's face. Only Tezuka could say he was sterile and have it sound like he was free. "Good," he said instead, "pregnancy would do nothing for my figure."
Tezuka regarded him with a bemused expression before he laughed a little. "Syusuke, you are very strange at times."
"Just at times?" Fuji teased and let Tezuka kiss him before curling around him.
"Always the right times," Tezuka replied. "The best times."