There Comes a Time

Ychan ~ You know me too well already. You didn’t think it would be all clear sailing, happiness and hearts from here on in, did you? ::chuckles::: No chance, but not like the drama of before. …..

Thanks for all the reviews guys! Sorry for the delayed post, but life interferes. There’s only a few chapters left to go from how I have it planned out, but heck it’s changed twice already since I started, so we’ll see. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Now that they had started to fix things between them, Tezuka’s responsibilities to his team became his priority once again. He grabbed his racket walking to the door, but turned to look back at the tensai, “If you disappear on me again Syuusuke, I will be very put out.” Fuji’s face once again wore it’s perpetually happy expression, and Tezuka had no idea until this moment just how pleased he would be to see it. He had sorely missed his friend. Fuji said, “I will wait for you after practice.” Tezuka nodded and walked out the door and onto the courts.

Tezuka placed his racket on the bench beside him, crossed his arms and watched the respective rallies going on in the courts before him. His eyes unconsciously paid special attention to Echizen, as they always did. The next chosen Pillar of Seigaku was playing well as usual against Momoshiro on court C Tezuka noted, yet he seemed distracted. Why did Echizen have such trouble keeping focused? He had gone thru the same lack of focus during the training camp when Tezuka had returned from Germany to act as his coach, before Echizen had pulled himself together to beg for a position on the Jr. Invitational team. The memory of what happened between them only a few short weeks ago made him shake his head. Smacking Echizen that day had hurt Tezuka even more in some ways than hitting Fuji had, although for very different reasons, and Tezuka had never apologized. No one at Seigaku had known of that incident except he, Echizen, Kawamura and coach Ryuzaki, and the handsome captain wanted to keep it that way. Tezuka hoped Echizen wasn’t going thru another phase, he really wasn’t sure he could take another one.

When he turned hazel eyes to the play in court D, with a doubles match of Inui and Kaidoh playing against Oishi and Eiji, he was pleased to see a serious amount of effort from both sides. Kaidoh and Inui made a decent combination, although Tezuka thought personally that Kaidoh and Momoshiro would make a better all around doubles pair. When they stopped attempting to kill each other, that is. His perpetually-active mind pondered casually how he would ever convince the two hot heads to accept that idea and possibly become a team. Yeah. When hell freezes over. He smiled to himself. When Eiji and Oishi had finally scored a point against their opponents, they stopped to high five each other with obvious affection, their hands lingering against each other in the air as if they savored the simple contact. Then they both turned towards their captain with huge grins on their faces. Tezuka nodded in compliment for their good work. It took a few moments of the pair remaining standing in the middle of the court smiling happily at him for the stoic captain to realize that the grins on their faces were meant for something entirely different. Tezuka blinked several times, dense to the cause, when he noticed Echizen had stopped his match too, the golden eyes were studying him as well, the winged eyebrows drawn together in quiet contemplation. Tezuka silently switched his gaze back and forth between the golden pair and Echizen a few times before he started to get an inkling of what the issue might be. Tezuka blinked once or twice more, then his eyes widened slightly when it dawned on him, causing Eiji and Oishi to break into laughter together before turning back to their game. Could they know? Is that why the door to the locker room was closed? Was it them who closed it? Tezuka closed his eyes briefly realizing that of course that was what happened, they had probably seen Fuji and him on the floor of his locker room. Oh well. he shrugged mentally. He opened his eyes glancing to Echizen’s court, the boy standing still, golden eyes taking stock of him. Tezuka frowned slightly. Echizen too? Tezuka watched Echizen turn slowly back to his game, the look on his face never changing. He sighed. Yes, Echizen too.

Eyebrows drew together over hazel eyes. He was neither mad nor embarrassed that Eiji and Oishi had seen, but for some reason Echizen knowing about he and Fuji gave him pause. The steady gaze Echizen had leveled at him was unnerving at best, and he wondered what was behind the cat-like eyes this time. Echizen suddenly started playing harder, and basically took Momoshiro apart. Momo yelled at him from across the court to take it easy on him. Tezuka’s lips pursed. He and Echizen had, since the day that they met, shared an almost subliminal sort of bond. Until just recently before everything that had happened with Fuji, if you had asked him, Tezuka would have said without hesitation that the person he identified with most on the team was Echizen. He was friends with Oishi, and with Fuji, but he identified with Echizen. In fact to his mind, except for recent events and his sexual desire for the tensai, that had not changed. On the courts now, Tezuka could not suppress the small shiver that raced up his back in uncomfortable apprehension when the rookie glanced up at him once again between points, eyes hard, before quickly going back to his game. Tezuka found himself hoping fervently that this would not become a problem.

Fuji had rinsed his face and gone out onto the courts to watch practice. He was watching the team from the other side of the courts some distance from Tezuka, his face happy and serene, but his eyes missing nothing. He almost burst into laughter when Oishi and Eiji had faced down Tezuka, his blue eyes seeing Tezuka’s confusion and then the hazel orbs widening in realization. It was really funny. He was happy that they knew. He wanted someone to know. Someone to know that Tezuka was his. He had been worried that Tezuka might be upset or embarrassed when something like this eventually happened, but the captain handled it surprisingly well, never losing his placid expression. Echizen however was another story. Fuji was not entirely certain of what his team mate was thinking, (in fact few people ever knew what Ryoma was thinking, except perhaps Tezuka) but one thing Fuji knew from the look in the golden eyes alone that Echizen now knew about him and Tezuka. Perception was a fickle mistress indeed. Echizen had been on Fuji’s side and willing to help his senpai these last weeks when he had thought Tezuka was hurting him unfairly, but now Echizen knew what was truly going on between Fuji and Tezuka, and it changed things. He could see that Echizen had yet to decide his stance on the matter. Fuji got that tingling little sixth sense feeling suddenly. People always wondered how Fuji knew things. This was how. He just knew. It was more along the lines of animal instinct then any sort of ESP. He got that feeling now. Echizen’s response one way or another was something he would need to be aware of. He didn’t even want to think of the possible ramifications as he watched the 1st year suddenly work Momoshiro into the ground.

The practice ended, Eiji ran into the clubhouse to get his things, then came outside and worked thru his bag finding everything Fuji needed to catch up on. It really wasn’t much since he had given most of it to Mieko when she had come to meet him last week. Fuji waited patiently while Tezuka changed, his belly fluttering in anticipation. It was silly really, but he couldn’t help being excited by the prospect of spending time alone with his handsome captain. So much had happened between the two of them -both bad and good, along with some major miscommunications. Fuji held no illusions. The entire time he was at Mieko’s house, he’d had plenty of time to think. Tezuka was his friend, first and foremost. He had come to desire Fuji through a strange turn of events, but Fuji didn’t believe Tezuka loved him romantically, at least not yet. He may come to it eventually, or he may never. That didn’t matter. Fuji would take what he could get, and he was so pleased right now that he could barely contain himself. The other members of the team slowly left. Momo and Echizen were grabbing their bags and leaving the lockers together to get hamburgers. Tezuka came around the corner of his room, his eyes found Echizen’s as they passed, but Echizen avoided his gaze, turning to leave without a word, and not even his usual prolonged eye contact. Tezuka frowned to himself. No one else would have noticed the small snub. But the eye contact was so natural to Echizen and Tezuka, often exchanging understanding and entire ideas between them with those looks alone, that the deliberate insult hurt. Tezuka came out of the club house still smarting from Echizen’s cold shoulder, and he and Fuji turned as one to walk along their normal route home.

Fuji grinned widely, Tezuka turned to look at him, his eyes questioning him. Fuji said, “You know, we haven’t walked home together since that first day you caught me in the shower.” Tezuka thought about it for a second realizing he was right he nodded, “Aah.” Fuji smiled, “I didn’t realize how nice our walk home usually was until just now. I think I missed it.” Tezuka nodded, “Yes, it’s good to get back to normal, isn’t it?” They talked about their typical things, just as they always had. School work, and tennis of course, and teachers, the coming competitions and exhibitions. Tezuka’s arm and whether or not it was strong enough after recovering in Germany for the nationals. The only difference between then and now, were the openly hot looks that Tezuka would occasionally catch Fuji giving him. Tezuka’s lips curved up slightly, his eyes leveled a smoldering look of his own at Fuji causing the tensai’s breath to catch. “Fuji. If you keep that up, you will be in for more then you bargained for this afternoon.” Fuji’s eyebrows raised, “Ne? What is it you think I won’t be up for?” Blue eyes challenged his. Without answering, Tezuka took out his cell phone his eyes never wavering. He hit an autodial number raised the phone to his ear, and Fuji listened, “Grandfather. Hai. I will not be coming home this evening. Fuji is not feeling well, and his parents are not at home, so I don’t think he should be alone. Hai. I will return home after school tomorrow. Hai.” The phone made a small beep as he disconnected the call. “He hopes you feel better.” Fuji’s mouth had dropped open when he heard Tezuka tell his grandfather he wouldn’t be coming home. Then he laughed, “Oh, so you think you are sleeping over, Tezuka? Isn’t that presumptuous?” Tezuka’s eyes left no room for debate, “Try and stop me, Fuji.” Fuji’s belly quivered, then he chuckled, there was no way in hell he was going to try and stop him. He’d only had the flu for a week, he was not mentally impaired! Fuji raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing mischievously, “Well I guess I can understand that you might be too tired to walk home. Up until now it’s been me doing all the work. I realize this could prove to be too strenuous for you, buchou.” Tezuka’s eyes flashed back, his face looked like a predator, “It sounds like you are issuing a challenge, Fuji.” Fuji smiled at him, blue eyes gleaming. The deceptively placid expression settled back down over his captain’s face. The only evidence that remained was the hot look in his eyes. Tezuka nodded once, “I accept.” Fuji’s heart skipped a beat.

They entered the empty Fuji residence, kicking off their shoes, and placing the school bags in the corner of the entry foyer. Fuji asked, “Are you thirsty?” Tezuka said, “No thank you. I had plenty of water at practice, perhaps later.” Fuji smiled and turned to walk towards his bedroom, both knowing exactly where they were headed. Tezuka followed, having been to his home many times before. Fuji was almost at the door of his bedroom when suddenly in the hallway, he found himself shoved firmly but gently face first into the corridor wall. Tezuka’s chest pressed into his back, strong hands came down over the backs of his, the fingers entwining with his own, holding them flush to the wall, and pinning his body securely. Fuji gasped in surprise at the erotic position he found himself in, but that was nothing compared to the sharp intake of breath when teeth gently sank into his neck. Tezuka’s hot mouth sucked on the same spot, then moved slightly higher, his tongue creating swirling patterns on the silky skin, then sucking again. Fuji shivered when he heard Tezuka’s deep sensual voice, “I believe you challenged me, Fuji. Isn’t that right?” Fuji gasped. The hands left his and grasped his hips, the fingers tightening as if testing the texture before Tezuka slid them inexorably higher, over the trim waist, ghosting under his shirt towards the front over his belly, then upwards. He closed his eyes, feeling everything Tezuka was doing to him, savoring it. Fuji’s breath rattled in his chest as the hot lips found his ear, softly caressing the shell, then sucking the lobe in when Fuji’s head fell back to rest on Tezuka’s shoulder. Time seemed to warp as Tezuka played his body like an instrument. He felt Tezuka rock his hips into him, felt the hard length of him on his backside teasing him. The low purposefully sexy moan that Tezuka floated past Fuji’s ear made his own cock swell further. Damn, he was good. He knows how much I want him, he knows exactly what he is doing to me. Fingertips barely touched his nipples, teasing, causing his breath to hitch, and left Fuji feeling very unsatisfied before they traveled swiftly downwards to undo his pants. Fuji pushed backwards into Tezuka’s strong form, loving the heat and firm feel of him, when he felt both of Tezuka’s hands slide slowly, torturously, down from his hips, over the front crease of his legs, and into the insides of his thighs, completely avoiding Fuji’s raging erection, the tensai shivered with need. Fuji didn’t even know how his pants had wound up on the floor pooled around his ankles. The fingers tickled his inner thighs, a place he had never thought was sensitive until he heard his own voice whimper, his ass pushing backwards into Tezuka’s erection once again. “Fuji….Did you want to say something?” Fuji shuddered, Tezuka smiled to himself. “Mmmmm…. No. I didn’t think so….”

The nimble fingers now drew small circular patterns over the tight underwear covering Fuji’s balls. Fuji jerked, a strangled sound he barely recognized coming from his throat. Tezuka chuckled softly. Fuji was breathing hard already, but Tezuka was barely started. Fuji tried unsuccessfully to turn around in Tezuka’s arms, but he was not allowed to, hot kisses, trailed his neck and shoulders, his shirt somehow found its way onto the floor. Tezuka leaned back and trailed his fingers lightly over the skin of Fuji’s back, making the tensai quiver beneath his touch, it felt like his whole body had electric pulses running thru it where ever Tezuka touched him. Tezuka watched Fuji’s reactions closely as he ran his hands down over the elegant spine, making note of the spots that made him twitch, then going over only those spots once again just to make certain, before slowly bending down and dragging the last scrap of clothing off his body. Fuji felt his butt cheeks spread and then a hot tongue licked him, teasing the tight ring of flesh. Fuji moaned loudly, his knees almost collapsing. Tezuka stood, then turned Fuji around, holding him firmly in place by his hips. Fuji’s fingers dug themselves up into Tezuka’s hair. His lips sought out Tezuka’s hungrily. Tezuka returned the kiss, his tongue diving in to explore the tensai’s mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around Fuji’s, touching, teasing, then dominating. Slowly, wondering when Fuji would actually realize what he was doing, Tezuka decreased the pressure of his lips, pulled back his tongue, little by little, until the kiss was feather light, almost non-existent and excruciating. Fuji’s head was swimming. He didn’t understand why he just couldn’t seem to get enough of Tezuka, and it only became worse until suddenly he realized that Tezuka was teasing him unmercifully. Fuji whimpered and tried to lunge forward into the kiss only to have Tezuka pull back. Tezuka smiled against his lips as Fuji opened his eyes in accusation. Tezuka’s smile widened, but Fuji was not completely without recourse. He ground his erection against Tezuka’s own, and his fingers in Tezuka’s hair tightened, tugging on his captain’s sensitive scalp. Fuji watched as Tezuka’s eyes slid closed, lips parted on a groan. Suddenly Tezuka’s mouth was on his, hot and hard, strong hands lifted Fuji’s legs up to lock them around his hips, then he carried Fuji into his bed room, depositing him on the bed.

Tezuka’s weight pressing Fuji into the mattress was heady, one hot kiss ran into another, while Fuji fumbled with Tezuka’s shirt. Finally freeing the buttons, the shirt ripped free of his body to land on the floor beside the bed. Muscles flexed beneath the satin skin, as Tezuka ground their erections together again, then he worked his way down Fuji’s body, kissing and nipping a path to one nipple. The hot tongue licked it, then he blew a light breath on the pink bud, making it hard once again before he sucked it into his mouth. Fuji cried out and arched up into the delicious sensation. The sound made Tezuka shiver slightly in spite of himself. Working down further still, his hand wrapped around Fuji’s cock, and stroked gently, while his tongue licked a drop of crystal from its tip. Fuji’s breath hitched in his throat, he could barely breathe. Suddenly the incredible heat of Tezuka’s mouth surrounded him, taking him fully in. A low primal sound came from Fuji that made the hair on Tezuka’s neck stand on end. He moaned in response around Fuji’s flesh, the vibrations exciting Fuji even more. Tezuka grabbed the lube from his pocket before pulling his pants off and tossing his glasses onto the night table, his mouth returning to Fuji, as he slid one finger inside. Fuji barely noticed the invasion, he was so turned on by what Tezuka was doing to him. He deftly added a second finger, curling now to find Fuji’s sensitive spot. Fuji’s hips raised up sharply, a startled cry escaping him, his cock leaking freely now. Tezuka continued to please and work the tensai until his breathing was ragged and he cried out softly at almost anything Tezuka did to him. Tezuka loved the power he held over Fuji.

Jolts of sensation pulsed thru Fuji’s body. He couldn’t take much more. “Kunimitsu…. Aahhhh….…. Mmnn…” Suddenly Fuji found himself turned over onto his belly. Tezuka’s weight pressed down along Fuji’s back. His lips found Fuji’s ear, and he put his hands over Fuji’s as they clutched the sheets. “You like this Syuusuke?” Fuji moaned in response as he felt the tip of Tezuka’s cock rubbing against his entrance. Fuji pushed back, trying to force Tezuka inside him, but Tezuka merely flexed his hips, moving backwards out of reach. Tezuka licked the back of his neck, then licked the skin over his spine, “Syuusuke, do you want me inside you?” Fuji’s body shook, and he moaned yes he did. “Then ask me.” Fuji whimpered, “Please.” He tilted his ass upwards in supplication, and it was more sexy than even Tezuka could take. Tezuka lifted Fuji’s hips up, then pressed himself slowly into the tight hole, his breath hissing as they were joined. The heat and tightness were just as Tezuka remembered, his brain stuttered, and it took all of his strength not to loose himself in Syuusuke. He kissed Syuusuke on the shoulder, Fuji rocked beneath him, “Mmm…. Kunimitsu.. hurry…” he exhaled sweetly. Tezuka smiled at Fuji’s reactions and he began to move within the tight walls. Waves of pleasure started to overtake Fuji. Before he realized it, his hand was reaching across the sheets for his cock. “Aahh… ahhh…. More…” Before he could touch himself Tezuka grabbed his hand, and Fuji cried out in protest. “I told you I’d take care of you, remember?” Tezuka smirked at him. Fuji shuddered. “The heat is building inside you, isn’t it Syuusuke? You want to come don’t you?” Tezuka’s cock stroked his insides relentlessly, then fingers began to tease his dripping penis. Fuji jerked, “Oh god!” Tezuka unerringly hit his sensitive spot each time he thrust into him. He moaned as his ass clenched down on Tezuka, making his captain see brightly colored stars. Fuji called out his name, begging for release, knowing Tezuka would not allow him to finish until he said so. His insides squeezed firmly once again on Tezuka’s rod, almost making him come. Tezuka lightly bit his shoulder, and stroked his manhood with more rhythm. “Ask me.” Fuji shoved his body backwards sharply, impaling himself on Tezuka’s cock and making them both cry out, “Kunimitsu. Aaahh!! Let me come. Please….” Tezuka’s control broke. His hips snapped forward with greater depth and precision, his hand stroked Fuji harder. As he climbed to almost painful levels Fuji dimly heard him say “Syuusuke, come for me.” And he heard his own voice pleading, “I’m coming…….Come with me, Kunimitsu. Come with me.” His body exploded, his sight bleeding to white, as he felt Tezuka come seconds after him, hot seed filling him.

Tezuka collapsed onto Syuusuke’s body, his legs shaking with the exertion and the lingering affects of his orgasm. He could feel the warm boy beneath him still shuddering, jerking occasionally with aftershocks. Both of them were still trying to catch their breath as Tezuka pulled himself out of Fuji, then gathered the limp body to him, laying in a spoon position on their sides. Tezuka was content to just lay there, the images and sounds of what had just transpired still floating through his head, when hazel eyes opened, one winged eyebrow arching in question as he heard Fuji chuckling softly at first, the volume and frequency rising steadily until he was full out laughing. Staring at the back of Fuji’s head, Tezuka smiled in spite of his confusion because the tensai’s mirth was contagious. “May I ask what is so funny?” Fuji’s laughter subsided only slightly into a sigh, “Ahhh……Oh it’s nothing. It’s just that I can’t move.” Tezuka propped himself up on an elbow to look down on his lover, the smile still hovering around his lips. Fuji continued, “That was so amazing, but I really can’t move….”He giggled some more, “I think my legs are dead. They’re numb, can’t feel them a bit.” Tezuka realized this was odd, but he couldn’t help chuckling at Fuji’s predicament. Humor laden hazel eyes merely watched as his tensai fell to pieces before his eyes, Fuji holding his belly and laughing until his face was pink. “Well, I will take that as a backhanded compliment although I can’t say that anyone else has ever had this kind of reaction before.” Fuji stopped laughing long enough to look into the amused face, then burst out laughing again, this time taking Tezuka with him, both collapsing into fits of giggles.

When the laughing fit had passed, Fuji wiped tears from his eyes and he said he was starting to feel his legs once again. Tezuka said, “That’s good. You’ll need those.” He gently placed one foot in the lower part of Fuji’s back and pushed him off the bed, then followed him up. Fuji chuckled some more and led them into the bathroom to clean off. They took a quick shower together, managing it very well in the small space, a brief kiss, and companionable toweling off. Fuji said “I’ll get the drinks, you get the bags.” Tezuka nodded as he went to retrieve their bags and the homework. They spread out in the livingroom as usual, discussing the homework, and sharing drinks with the television on low in the background. Once or twice while working on a problem, Tezuka would find his fingers curled around Fuji’s, unsure of how or when that had happened, knowing he had not initiated the caress. It didn’t matter, it was nice. Homework got done in short order, both of them brilliant students, then a quick dinner and a movie followed.

The easy way they had always been together resurfaced. Fuji insisted on making him lay down to watch the movie on the couch, once he complied, he was surprised to find Syuusuke sliding in front of him to lay with him. The position was unfamiliar to Tezuka, although it was very familiar to Syuusuke. Tezuka was not usually comfortable with such forms of familiarity, but Fuji seemed to want it so much. Tezuka placed his arm around Syuusuke’s hip for lack of any better place to put it, and found it really wasn’t a bad way to watch a movie, he could get used to closeness like this. After all the tension and trouble of the last week, added into the incredible sex of this afternoon, both boys fell asleep on the couch halfway thru the feature. Tezuka woke first to the chill night air. Pulling Syuusuke up behind him he dragged him off the couch heading towards the bedroom. Seigaku’s captain shut the television off and the lights as he went, the sleepy eyed Syuusuke in tow. Syuusuke dug through his dresser, and tossed him a pair of pj bottoms, then they undressed foregoing t-shirts. They fell into the bed arranging themselves around each other, and quickly drifted off to sleep early in the night.

Tezuka was so tired, and he wanted to stay asleep, but the insistent sensations pulled him up from the depths. Eyebrows furrowed as he desperately attempted to return to slumber. He took in a deep breath as a silver shimmering feeling invaded his unconscious, light touches and kisses started to become recognizable on his bare chest. Slowly pulling himself up to a sleepy awareness, he felt warm lips close over his left nipple suckling, sending the silvery feeling straight down between his legs. Another deep breath, and Tezuka was aware of the developing hardness of his own body, and the shifting of the lips across his chest to the other nipple. When that one was licked, teased and then sucked on, Tezuka moaned lightly, coming to wakefulness. Without opening his eyes, his hands slid across the sheets to find slender muscular arms braced on either side of him, supporting Fuji as he worked on Tezuka’s body. Tezuka’s hands sleepily grazed up the silky skin to the shoulders, then ran his fingers into the honey colored strands. “MMmmmm……” and then a sigh.

Hazel eyes opened only briefly in the dark then closed again, his body relaxed and dwelling on the ministrations of his lover. He dimly heard Fuji’s voice somewhere in the darkness, “Let me touch you. I just want to touch you.” Tezuka took another deep breath, and laid still as lazy kisses and touches worked their way down his body. He felt the drawstring on the pjs pulled at, then he lifted his hips to allow Fuji to remove the garment all together. He explored Tezuka almost lazily, his eyes following every movement of his fingers as they glided over the lush skin. He watched as they drew down from the broad chest to the toned belly, tracing the long lines of muscle that played beneath the surface. His lips followed, tongue dipping into the small hollow of Tezuka’s belly button. He received a low rumble of pleasure for his efforts, then he moved lower. When he grazed his lips over the tight hips, Tezuka’s body jerked in ticklish reaction, then he brought his tongue to lick lazily over Tezuka’s balls. Tezuka felt the hot wet licks on his balls and could not stop his hips from rocking up softly or the small moan that fell from his lips. The sweet torture continued, Tezuka opened his legs further to allow his lover more room. He felt that devilish tongue flicker all the way up his cock along the vein from the base, to run around the ridge, then twirl around the head. He shivered in response. Suddenly he was enveloped in hot wetness as Fuji took him deep into his mouth. His belly tensed in reaction, his breath escaping harshly. Fuji used his hand and his mouth in perfect rhythm, occasionally gliding his thumb lightly over the tip. Tezuka opened his eyes once to look down, finding blazing blue eyes watching his own, before he closed them again moaning loudly.

The low purring moan made Fuji’s whole body shiver, his own cock leaking just from being able to do this to his beautiful captain. He whetted a finger in his own mouth, then gently pushed it against Tezuka’s tight opening, running it around the edges, begging entry. He was surprised to feel Tezuka purposefully relaxing himself to allow Fuji’s admission. The action made Fuji moan around Tezuka’s hardened flesh, the vibrations crawling up Tezuka’s shaft, running thru his balls. He moaned again. Fuji increased his pace with both mouth and hand on Tezuka’s cock, making Tezuka lose all sense of place and time. The slender finger that entered him searched diligently within his walls for that small bundle of nerves, finding it fairly quickly. When the digit ghosted over it pressing softly, Tezuka’s body arched throwing his head back into the pillow, “Ahhhh!… Syuusuke!” Fuji smiled, pleased with himself. While the pleasure he was creating within Tezuka’s body was indescribable, the pleasure he received from doing it to him was just as good. Fuji drank in every sound and movement as he worked Tezuka’s pleasure to a higher pitch. Soon Tezuka’s hips were rocking gently in time with Syuusuke’s mouth, his breath coming in alarming gasps. He could no longer control the muscles of his belly, they seemed to flex and tighten on their own, being attached to Fuji’s mouth by some invisible string. Tezuka groaned loudly, “Shit…” He brought his hands up to grasp the pillow tightly for lack of anything else to hold on to, needing something, anything, to anchor him to this world. Syuusuke continued to time the sucking in of Tezuka’s cock to the pressure he would apply within him to his secret spot. Suddenly Hazel eyes opened wide, “Syuusuke! I’m going to…..! Ahhhh…. Oh god…..” He felt rather then heard Fuji’s moan of encouragement around his cock, then he was coming hard into the hot mouth, as Fuji removed his finger from his channel. A strangled cry ripped itself from his throat as Tezuka’s body arched lifting his chest up off the bed.

He was dimly aware of his breathing returning slowly to normal, his body seeming to float on the mattress, and soft lips that kissed his mouth before he drifted off to sleep once more. Fuji curled against Tezuka’s side smiling to himself. He had wanted to do that for so long, and it had been even better then he had imagined. Tezuka was so sexy even when he had no idea what he was doing. Another smile ghosted across his lips as he thought to himself that if Tezuka’s reactions were anything to judge by, then his captain had enjoyed this very much, and if he was smart, Fuji would be able to tie Tezuka to him if this kept up. He soon fell back to sleep as well, his own erection fading as he drifted off, with a smile still on his lips.