Rock and Roll Chronicles

Title: Massive Appeal
Rating: NC-17
Series: Rockstar!Fuji AU Arc
Warning: Mature Themes and Descriptive Sexual Content…you’ve been warned! All Characters are over 18.
Length: 4/12, PWP
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis obviously does not belong to me. I make not one dime off of Konomi-sensei’s hard (yet often delirious) work.
A/N: Sorry everyone. I know I've been missing in action for a while, but RL got hugely hectic. I'm back and will be back to updating this arc and A Beautiful Mistake. Thanks for being patient and for the reviews. Next chapter of A Beautiful Mistake will be up either Monday evening or midday Tuesday.


Massive Appeal

It was late, or early morning, if one wished to be technical, when Tezuka finally arrived home from his assignment. He wasn’t the least bit surprised, as he opened the sliding door that separated the main house from the entryway, to find the livingroom light on and the soft notes of an acoustic guitar being strummed.

“Did you sleep at all?” He asked Fuji as he removed his suit jacket and the holster that held his taser.

“Mmmhmm…a few hours here and there.” Fuji murmured. “Did Megumi-san try to seduce you away from me again?”

Tezuka smiled at the mention of Kakita Megumi, a sweet and feisty retired actress who had been considered a seductive goddess in her heyday, and the oldest client of the personal security firm that Tezuka’s grandfather, Kunikazu, had started. Megumi-san, who was once rumored to be Kunikazu’s mistress, always requested one of the Tezuka’s to personally escort her while she made a rare appearance at certain functions, and since his father’s retirement from the company the duty now fell to Tezuka.

“Doesn’t she always?” Tezuka chuckled as he laid gentle hands on Fuji’s shoulders and placed a kiss on the top of his head. He took a deep breath of the melon scented conditioner, then bent further to kiss the exposed nape of Fuji’s neck.

Fuji gave a little hum of pleasure and gently squeezed Tezuka’s hand but he never looked up from the sheet of paper that he was scribbling furiously upon.

"Leave your marks upon my skin. Tied to your bed with velvet chains. Ignore the fools who call it sin. They’ll never understand our game.” Tezuka read aloud over Fuji’s shoulder. “This is different.”

“Yeah,” Fuji agreed, erasing and changing a note before putting down his pencil and carefully setting aside the guitar, “the record label told my manager that they want something “harder” and “mature” for the third album.”

“Ah.” Tezuka made a noncommittal grunt as he kissed Fuji’s head again and went into the kitchen. He returned a second later with two bottles of water and handed one to Fuji. Tezuka sat in a chair directly across from him and, as he loosened his tie and undid the top two buttons of his dress shirt, he studied his lover’s face for a moment before saying, “In other words, now that you’re a little older, they plan to finally capitalize on your massive sex appeal.”

Fuji quickly glanced up, surprised by the faint praise buried deeply beneath the cynicism. A slow smile turned up the corners of his mouth, leave it up Tezuka to wrap a compliment in barbed wire and still make it sound sweet.

Tezuka lowered the bottle from his mouth and raised a brow in inquiry. “What?”

“Massive sex appeal, Tezuka?” There was a faint glint of devilish amusement in the blue eyes.

Tezuka stilled, his lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, then he relaxed and shrugged his shoulders casually brushing aside the comment. He tilted the bottle back up and watched Fuji as he drank, a faint challenge gleaming in his own eyes.

Fuji’s smile sharpened in acknowledgment of the challenge, then just as quickly it softened and turned decidedly seductive. He removed the threadbare t-shirt he was wearing and tossed it playfully at Tezuka, who batted it away with an annoyed frown. Fuji chuckled and leaned back against the couch, giving a languid stretch and lacing his fingers high above his head. Slowly, he lowered his arms, letting one drop to rest against the back of the couch while the other traced a path down his neck, over his chest and down his stomach where it rested. His fingers gently traced the skin above the waistband of the jeans that sat low on his hips.

Tezuka’s dark eyes followed the movement of his hand, the water bottle still at his mouth, forgotten, until he licked his lips and touched hard plastic instead. He looked up at Fuji and was caught in that sapphire stare, only dropping his gaze when a flash of a pink tongue slowly wetting a lush bottom lip caught his attention.

Fuji made a small sound and shifted his hips, watching through lowered lids as Tezuka’s gaze fell to his crotch and his eyes widened as Fuji lightly traced the outline of his own erection with long, delicate fingers. Fuji followed the movement of Tezuka’s throat as he swallowed heavily and closed his eyes. When they opened again, Fuji shivered at the dark intensity burning in their depths.

The water bottle was set aside and Tezuka crossed the short distance separating him from Fuji. He pushed the coffee table aside and stood before Fuji, hands clenched and chest heaving with his short, deep breaths. Fuji smiled up at him and ran a bare foot up the inside of his leg, using his toes to massage the hard ridge of Tezuka’s cock. Tezuka moaned low in his throat and Fuji could feel the fine tremors that shivered through his body.

Tezuka leaned over Fuji, bracing one hand on the couch besides his head. The other hand curled beneath the knee of Fuji’s extended leg and, as he leaned forward, the leg was bent and pressed against Fuji’s chest. Tezuka placed a knee between Fuji’s spread legs and licked a wet trail over Fuji’s bottom lip. His breath washed over Fuji’s moist mouth and he moaned in response.

Fuji leaned forward to deepen the kiss and frowned when Tezuka moved his head back, constantly keeping his lips a faint distance away from Fuji’s. Fuji made a noise of frustration, then grabbed the tie that still dangled loosely around Tezuka’s neck and reeled him in for a kiss. They both moaned when they came together in an open mouthed kiss, their tongues dueling for dominance until Tezuka took control of the kiss and slid his tongue into Fuji’s mouth. He moaned at the hot mix of flavors: mint toothpaste and a spicy taste that was all Fuji.

Tezuka ended the kiss with a playful nip to the tip of Fuji’s tongue and forged a path with his lips across Fuji’s jaw and down his neck. He sucked a deep mark on Fuji’s collarbone and smiled as Fuji’s throat vibrated with the harsh groan that was torn from it. Leisurely his mouth roamed across Fuji’s torso, stopping to tease a pale pink nipple that hardened beneath his tongue as he licked and sucked at it. He slid off the couch, nipping kisses against the hard muscles of Fuji’s stomach and dipped his tongue into the whorl of his navel.

“Ahhh…god…” Fuji moaned at the feel of Tezuka’s wet tongue licking along his stomach above the waistband of his jeans. His muscles quivered and tautened as Tezuka followed the sparse trail of hair that began just below his navel and disappeared beneath his jeans.

“Undo your pants.” Tezuka ordered as he sucked another bruise on Fuji’s stomach, using his teeth to scrape across the sensitive skin, then soothing the abused flesh with a gentle lick and kiss.

Fuji’s fingers clumsily fumbled with the snaps of his jeans as they shook with the force of the lust coursing through his veins. He wasn’t helped by Tezuka, who greedily took advantage of every inch of skin being exposed by the slowly opening placket; he could feel the soft chuff of Tezuka’s breath and the tender rasp of his tongue against the hard length of his cock.

Finally, he had the buttons undone and lifted his hips as Tezuka hooked his fingers in the waistband and slid the jeans off his legs. Fuji’s dick curled towards his stomach,a long, thick column of flesh that rose from the nest of light brown curls between his thighs and curved proudly upwards towards the tautly muscled planes of his stomach. The flared head was deep red and wet as a line of precum beaded the tip and trailed in a silvery line down its length. Tezuka licked his lips in anticipation and the cock twitch and throbbed in answer to the deliberate provocation. Tezuka kissed the inside of his thigh then bit down into the muscle, ripping a startled shout from Fuji. He licked the reddened mark and breathed deeply of the scent of arousal that radiated from Fuji’s body.

Fuji inhaled with a hiss as Tezuka’s hot tongue slowly glided from the base of his dick to the head, slipping over the crown and into the slit gathering the salty, slightly bitter fluid onto his tongue. He licked back down the long organ, tongue flicking side to side over the prominent veins. When he reached the base again his mouth traveled lower, tongue moving sinuously across his taut balls, sucking one and then the other into the wet heat of his mouth. Playfully, he nipped lightly, carefully at the thin sensitive skin before he lift his head and blew lightly on the quivering flesh.

“Kunimitsu, suck me…please?” Fuji begged, his backside moving against the soft suede of the couch as he threw his legs over Tezuka’s shoulders, his hands buried themselves in the thick silk of his lover’s hair. “Please?”

Tezuka groaned in excitement, the sound sending a long shiver up Fuji’s spine. He took a deep breath and relaxed his throat before sliding Fuji into his mouth, balls deep. Fuji cried out in surprise at being swallowed so quickly, his breath tangling in his lungs as Tezuka tightened the muscles of his throat, stimulating him with the restricting squeeze of muscle against the head of his cock.

Tezuka felt more turned on as the sounds of Fuji’s pleasured moans and grunts penetrated the hazy fog of lust in his head and reached his ears. He reached down and opened his own slacks, freeing his throbbing erection from its painful confinement. He wrapped his fingers around and fisted himself. He shuddered as he gave relief to the ache in his own groin that was quickly becoming unbearable in its intensity.

Fuji felt the shiver and bucked his hips, unable to fight the urge to thrust into the tight, wet heat. Tezuka cupped his free hand over Fuji’s hip, stopping him from thrusting. Fuji moaned with frustration and tightened his grip in Tezuka’s hair as he took the just the leaking head into his mouth and gently sucked, tongue dipping into the slit and lapping at the salty cum. He hummed with pleasure as Tezuka’s hand moved gently up and down the base, jerking him off as he sucked and teased the head with his tongue.

Tezuka canted his eyes up to glance at Fuji, appreciating the sight of him with his head thrown back against the couch, his eyes tightly shut, his sweat slicked chest heaving with each gasping breath he took, and his hips thrusting in counterpoint to the movement of Tezuka’s hand. Tezuka groaned around the thick flesh in his mouth as he caught sight of Fuji’s tongue sweeping out to moisten kiss-swollen lips and his fingers rubbing and pinching at his erect nipples.

Tezuka moved his hand faster over his own cock, feeling his balls tighten, signaling that his release was near. He freed Fuji from the heat of his mouth and rests his forehead against a pale thigh while he stroked his thumb over the wet tip and pinched lightly at the spongy head, his breath catching in his throat as the near painful sensation pushes him over the edge. He shudders and moans through his orgasm, his hand barely containing the warm come that spills into it.

Fuji watched Tezuka, his own pleasure forgotten as he hungrily took in the sight of his partner’s pleasure. His lust hazed, blue eyes greedily roamed over Tezuka’s face drinking in the beauty of it at this moment. Sated brown eyes meet his and a smile spread over lips made moist and red from the friction of his cock against them.

Tezuka lowered his head again, licking a damp stripe from Fuji’s balls to the dripping slit, the hot mouth taking him into its depths. Fuji panted as the rasp of a tongue against overly stimulated nerves made his stomach quiver. He arched as two wet fingers penetrated the tightly furled ring of his anus and thrust into him hard. Fingers finding and milking his prostate as sharp teeth scrape lightly over the head of his dick.

Fuji screamed, unintelligible words pouring from his lips as he came. He watched as Tezuka swallowed his seed, thinking hazily that the sight of some of his come sliding down Tezuka chin to drip on his balls has to be the hottest thing he had ever seen.

Tezuka rested his head against Fuji’s stomach and, and groaned tiredly, “You’ll kill me one of these days.”

Fuji’s ran his fingers through Tezuka’s damp hair and he gave a little laugh as a thought enters his mind. Tezuka raised his head, a question in his eyes.

“You did say massive, Tezuka.” Fuji teased.

Tezuka groaned and retorts, “I could have just as easily meant your ego.”

“Or my di…” Fuji never finishes the thought as Tezuka surged up and took his lips in a rough kiss.

The End