There Comes a Time

Fuji felt horrible. He was tired. He had been able to sleep for a few hours on Saturday night out of sheer exhaustion, and thanks to Mieko sticking up for him. It felt good to have someone in your corner. But by Sunday morning, he was already worrying about the looming Monday. He knew Tezuka had already planned to continue toying with him on Monday even before meeting he and Hanaka at the theater, but after the scene Mieko had caused he just knew his captain would be even more vengeful. It wasn’t Mieko’s fault, he knew that. How could she know how helpless Tezuka had him, or how much in love with him Fuji really was? Still, knowing he would be punished scared him, seeing Tezuka’s angry face and being cut off from his friend was so hard, but he wouldn’t take back what she had done for him, not for a second. The morning workout had been rough for all of Seigaku’s members, the extra laps for him were harder still, given the lack of sleep and stress. Afternoon practice loomed over him like a black cloud, he barely ate his lunch wondering what would happen. Tezuka hadn’t been at the lunch room, and he took a seat away from him during Trig class again, the tall handsome boy had not even acknowledged his existence once today, but Fuji didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. He wondered if perhaps he had tired of this game as he grabbed his tennis equipment and headed early for the courts.

Fuji knew immediately his hopes had been in vain, as soon as he walked into the locker rooms Tezuka was already dressed in workout gear, and standing by Fuji’s locker, arms crossed. Fuji approached wearing a smile even though all the hairs on his body stood on end. “Good afternoon, Tezuka.” A nod, “Fuji.” Fuji started to prepare for practice as Tezuka glared at him, “How was the rest of your night Saturday?” He glanced at Tezuka smiling slightly, “Oh perfect thank you. How was yours?” he thought fleetingly that he could hear the steam coming from Tezuka’s ears. “It was horrible thanks to you and your girlfriend. Our friendship never mattered to you did it Fuji? It has always been one mind game after another with you hasn’t it? How could you hide something for so long and say you were my friend? You and that bitch deserve each other.” Fuji slammed his water bottle down and turned to face his once best friend, eyes flat and fierce, “You and I have issues Tezuka, that much is obvious. However you will refrain from calling Mieko any names, this is between you and I, am I understood?” Tezuka searched the hard blue eyes realizing Fuji would rather harpoon himself then have his precious Mieko injured. ‘Fine. He cares about her so much? I’ll make it so he can never face her again.’ Tezuka tried a different tack, “How long have you been with her Fuji? How do you think she would feel about what you did in the showers with me watching? Calling out my name?” Fuji searched his eyes back, “I doubt it would make any difference to her. There is nothing about our relationship I will share with you. I can’t think of any reason to trust you given our current situation. Don’t you agree?” Tezuka scowled knowing Fuji was right, and hating him for it. The other regulars started showing up for practice, “Is that all captain?” Tezuka schooled his face into a calmer gaze. “Yes. I will see you after practice. We have much to …….discuss.”

Eiji bounded up to Fuji, followed closely by Oishi, Echizen and Momoshiro, all asking about the stunning girl Fuji had with him at the movies. Hanaka had already told half the school. Momoshiro said, “Mieko? That’s not a common name. I only know of one other Mieko and she teaches at my friend’s shotokan dojo.” Fuji grabbed his stuff to hit the courts, “Mn. Yes that is her.” Eiji chimed in, “That is the girl!? I know who that is, she’s so hot!” Momoshiro whooped, “Fuji! You’re kidding! She’s a total babe! How’d you ever get her to go out with you! Hey Fuji!” Tezuka listened to the ramblings getting madder all the time. Even though Fuji had left the lockers, the other players carried on with how awesome it was for their tensai to be seeing such a hottie until Tezuka could stomach no more. “Kikumaru!” the one word silenced the whole locker room.

Fuji ran slower then he did last week. His tired and depleted body not recovering quickly enough for the additional workouts. The stress, lack of sleep and decreased appetite taking their toll. Echizen hadn’t said a word about the girl from the movies, he was worried about the bad coloring in Fuji’s face, and didn’t understand why no one else seemed to notice it except him. Ryoma waited wordlessly on the courts for Tezuka, knowing instinctively what was going to happen, and thinking perhaps if he took the edge off his captain, it might go easier for Fuji. Ryoma never said much when it came to his personal feelings, but he was fiercely loyal, hating to see anyone bullied. He still wasn’t sure what was going on between the two upper classmen, but this was a small thing he could do. Tezuka seemed almost surprised to find Ryoma waiting for him, but said nothing as the boy served to him. Ryoma seemed to play harder making Tezuka concentrate more, until Fuji finally appeared looking very winded, and ashen to Tezuka even from across the courts. Remembering that kiss, Tezuka pushed his concern away. There was no remorse in Tezuka’s eyes as he hammered Fuji into the very ground. The stares and mumbles of the regulars became more pronounced over Fuji’s ill treatment, but the tensai did not seem to feel the need to stick up for himself, and they all knew he was very capable of that, so they said nothing.

The regulars left the locker rooms one by one, the under classmen followed soon after. Fuji sat dejectedly on the bench before his locker. Catching his breath had been more difficult today then last week. Sighing to himself, his hands sought out his towel and soap and went into the showers. Tezuka was waiting for him, arms crossed in the doorway, before he even had a chance to bathe. Fuji didn’t pause when he passed him, placing his towel on the bench, he proceeded to the shower and turned on the taps, adjusting the water temperature. It was cloudy outside, the overcast afternoon giving a dimmer light to the already poorly lit showers. Tezuka watched silently as Fuji washed his body. He had butterflies in his belly waiting for the tensai to finish. The hazel eyes scanned every inch of his flesh searching for hickeys or any sign that Mieko had been there. He didn’t expect to find any, since Fuji had rarely if ever been known to have love bites. His eyes took in the leanly muscled back, tight ass and long legs. The shoulders were perfectly formed, and the creamy skin was simply amazing to him. This body had made love, no, had BEEN making love to that girl. Anger surfaced again. Tezuka was anticipating what was to come. The water from the shower turned off, and Fuji finally turned his slender muscled body to his captain. Fuji couldn’t deny that no matter how much all this hurt him, he still loved to look at Tezuka. His hair had glistening golden highlights even in this dim light, he knew it was soft, he’d touched it briefly, before when they were friends, but Fuji wanted to be able to dig his fingers into the shaggy locks. The hazel eyes and winged brows were so strong and lovely they made his heart ache. He sighed. He knew he was going to have to jerk off again, although he didn’t know what the point was. He was starting to get used to it. More then that, the idea of Tezuka watching him even though it was meant as punishment still turned him on.

Tezuka’s eyes locked onto the electric blue ones, wondering what was behind them today. There was always something different lurking in their depths. You never could be sure of what Fuji was thinking. Fuji seemed to be too calm. Tezuka was wondering whether or not they would lose that dead, empty I don’t care what you do to me look when he presented Fuji with his newest demand. Tezuka realized there was no time like the present, he didn’t want to wait anymore. He slowly walked forward, watching Fuji’s naked form shiver slightly as he approached. He thought rather nastily to himself, ‘I dare you to tell your green eyed witch about this.’

Fuji watched the tall captain move towards him with catlike deliberation, then stop a scant few feet away from him. Tezuka had something in his hand but Fuji could not see what it was, until Tezuka knelt down and using his fist slammed whatever it was into the floor of the showers. It stuck there looking like an obscene worm and Fuji’s eyes widened, then his knees went out from under him as he stared in dismay at the newest torture Tezuka had come up with, that he had decided to inflict upon his ex friend.

He watched as Fuji’s knees buckled. It was satisfying to see his utter shock. The anal toy was electric blue in color. It was about 5 inches in length, slim enough not to do damage, with graduated orbs like the body of a caterpillar, and a large suction cup bottom. When Tezuka had slammed it into the floor, it stuck there standing straight up as it was meant to do. Fuji’s eyes rose to meet his, so Tezuka explained. “It is made to stay attached to the floor, even after you rise up off of it, Fuji. Quite an ingenious design for someone without benefit of a helping hand.” He smiled cruelly. Fuji’s head shook slowly from side to side, he couldn’t believe Tezuka had gone to these lengths. “Don’t look so upset. It’s very slim, it shouldn’t hurt at all. We can’t have you damaged for exhibitions, can we?” Looking down between his knees at the floor, Fuji fought for some measure of the comfort he had felt when he was with Mieko the other night, and found none of it. His eyes looked back up and he demanded, “Is this what you want Tezuka? Is this to thoroughly destroy me, or is it to please you?” Hazel eyes became hard, the rage surfaced so fast he could barely control it, he would not be denied this! Tezuka crossed the space between them in the blink of an eye, grasping Fuji by his throat and lifting him off the floor slightly, he glared down into the handsome face as he bit out his answer, “I don’t have to give you any explanations as long as I have that video. Will you comply or not Fuji?” he tossed a new larger bottle of lubrication on the floor, angry that Fuji even had the will to question him. He stared at Tezuka’s face, the one he had loved for so long, his eyes again beginning to swim and blur, no matter how he tried not to, the tears would come, he knew. Fuji had to know why Tezuka hated him so much. “What have I ever done to you to deserve this, Tezuka? What have I done to make you hate me? If you would just let me explain.” Unbidden the thought came to Seigaku’s captain, ‘You made me want you.’ Tezuka’s eyes widened as they registered the shock making him let go of his hold on Fuji’s neck. His whole being rebelled against it, but also finally knew the truth for what it was. In his confusion and anger Tezuka shouted at him, actually shouted, “Just do it!” Fuji flinched as if he’d been struck, and he began to sob quietly. Bending over until his head was almost on the floor, arms wrapped around his body Fuji cried softly, and Tezuka almost went to him. Almost.

He heard Tezuka turn to leave the room, and he panicked. He thought that Tezuka was going to get that tape, to fill out those forms. And even if this was bad, it was not as bad as that would be, nor as bad as loosing him forever. “No! Tezuka wait!” Fuji scrambled to get the bottle of conditioner, his hands shaking visibly as he tried twice to open the cap. Tezuka heard him, glanced over his shoulder and slowly turned around, watching as his elegant and beautiful friend was reduced to something that was part wounded animal. Tezuka sat down on the bench as Fuji quickly ran the lube over the toy, his hand then snaking quickly between his own legs down his limp penis, and lower to the opening beneath. Tezuka’s mouth became suddenly dry waiting for what would happen next.

Small crying gasps and hiccoughs provided a very sad counterpoint, as Fuji positioned himself over the toy. Kneeling on his knees, toes bent under him on either side of it, seemed to him like the best way to go about it. He supposed he should be glad that Tezuka had picked something that was slim. With tears streaming his face he slowly lowered himself down onto it, feeling each of the nubs entering his tender portal, he gasped out loud. When Fuji was about to reach for his member, harsh words stopped him. “No. You don’t get to use your hands. Get it up and come just from that. I doubt you’ll be able to imagine it’s your girlfriend this time.” Fuji’s eyes were confused, ‘What is he talking about?’ Tezuka shouted again, “Do it!” making Fuji jump slightly, the movement pulling the toy slightly out of him as it stayed anchored to the floor, the nubs grazing his insides. His eyes unfocused and a gasp came from his throat. “Ah. I see you have the idea now. Move your body Fuji. Make it fuck you.” Cringing but obeying the command Fuji began to rise his body up off the toy, then using his legs he sank back down onto it. The sensation was odd, and he had no idea how he would get it up or come from this alone. Slowly trying to adjust to the movement without hurting himself, he tilted his hips and a most pleasurable shiver raced up his spine. That was unexpected, but pleasant. A small moan gathered in the back of his throat and to his surprise he began to get hard.

With hands braced on the tops of his thighs, Fuji began to flex his hips and find a rhythm grinding and pulling away from the toy. The oddest pressure was building, as if there was something he was searching for that was just out of reach. His head fell back, and his neck arched while he became harder still. His breathing came in small gasps and sighs. Yet Fuji was sure this would not be what would make him come. He focused on his fantasies of Tezuka. Of the ones where the beautiful golden brown haired man was loving him, kissing him and making him his own. He tried to imagine that the toy sliding in and out of his body was Tezuka, but it wasn’t good enough. It lacked feeling. There was no passion; it just wasn’t enough. His body broke out in a sweat, and Tezuka watched. Fuji opened his eyes to see Tezuka watching him. This time lust was clearly written over his captain’s face. What a revelation! Lust from Tezuka. Fuji’s whole body shivered in response, and he moved just slightly faster. Fuji licked his lips and his eyes wandered over his captain’s form hungrily. He wanted to touch him, to see him, then his sharp eyes realized for the first time that Tezuka was hard. He was aroused beneath his uniform, and Fuji could see it. Just the knowledge of that made him arch his body up, lengthening the sleek belly while a deep purring moan came from his throat.

Tezuka didn’t think he had ever seen anything so damned sexy in his life. Fuji was now moving on the toy with a purpose, head thrown back, hard and sensual. The tears had stopped flowing, and those incredible blue eyes now watched him as he raised and lowered his body, impaling himself again and again on the toy. A small droplet of crystal appeared at his cock’s head, and his body shined with sweat. Still Tezuka watched drinking it all in, wanting to touch himself and come with Fuji so badly it almost hurt. Hazel eyes watched the shapely lips, remembering the sexy kisses they were capable of. This went on for quite a while and Fuji seemed to reach and strain harder but still not coming. He sweated more. The edges of his hair sticking now to his forehead and neck, looking as if he had just played a long and hard tennis match. The boy before him continued impaling his body gasping and quivering with the effort, softly moaning with each downward thrust and finally saying Tezuka’s name. Tezuka groaned softly himself when he heard his own name fall from Fuji’s lips. Trying to comply, Fuji pushed himself harder, but still had not gotten to the point of no return. He began to shake his head back and forth as if he were saying ‘No.’ and in fact he was. Fiery blue eyes opened, pierced his as he said, “Please Tezuka, I can’t. I’m trying and I just can’t.” Tezuka knew it was true, he could see how hard he was trying. He thought, ‘What’s wrong? He can’t imagine his precious girlfriend with that in his ass?’ The thought irritated him that being with Mieko could be so important to Fuji. Tezuka’s body was quivering, he was in bad shape too, practically panting himself from watching the lovely Fuji’s ecstasy and distress, “I already said you can’t use your hands, if I give in now, you’ll think I’ve grown weak.” Fuji moaned softly, “I never think you’re weak. Let me. I want to come for you.” Tezuka’s head almost exploded with those words, as a wave of intense pleasure shivered up his spine. “I said no. Figure out another way.” Up and down, stretching and grinding, Fuji gasped and a helpless sob escaped his throat, “Then help me damn it. Help me, Tezuka.” Tezuka’s eyes widened, shocked at the thought. His heart raced, asking almost automatically, “What!? What do you want me to do?” Fuji’s eyes half closed as he thrust his hips downward yet again, “Kiss me. Kiss me, Kunimitsu.” Tezuka stared at him for a second, until Fuji fairly yelled it at him, “Please!” Tezuka stood up and slowly walked across the floor, standing over the helplessly aroused Fuji, looking down on him as he watched those lips turn up to his, parted and begging him for his kiss. Tezuka leaned down and roughly grabbed Fuji’s throat again under the chin forcing him to look him in the eye. Tezuka’s whole body shuddered at the indecision and anger, “Why should I? So you can imagine that bitch if I do?” Fuji shook his head no as best he could within the firm grip, new tears forming, “I won’t. Please.” Tezuka shook him slightly, forcing a small guttural gasp from Fuji’s throat. Tezuka’s voice rough now even to his own ears, “Tell me. Why should I?” tears slid down Fuji’s cheeks, he hoped his heart was in his eyes and that Tezuka could read the message clearly, “I want you to. Please.” Tezuka’s eyebrows creased, before he could think further Fuji gave another small sob, “Kiss me, please, Kunimitsu. Please!” The pressure was too much even for Tezuka, before he knew what he was doing, he was grasping Fuji behind the neck and crushing the other’s lips with his own. They both moaned loudly as their tongues met. The kiss was all fire, and heat and desire. Lips and tongues searching, exploring, fitting together perfectly. Tezuka’s lips were firm, hot and wonderful as Fuji knew they would be. His whole body burned and swam with the swirling of Tezuka’s tongue in his mouth. Fuji continued to rise and fall, straining to reach completion, the kiss almost blotting all else out.

Tezuka’s world had just turned upside down. He couldn’t believe that Fuji tasted so good, felt so impossibly right. The all consuming kiss that he’d wished for but never had, had just shown up in spades. He no longer knew where he was, nor did he care. He had to remind himself just to breathe. He felt Fuji’s kiss all the way thru his belly to his toes, and possibly into his very soul. Somewhere in the haze of muffled kisses and moans, he felt Fuji still straining to do his bidding, to find completion without using his hands, fingernails biting into his own thighs, as he held onto them. Tezuka relented. Tezuka’s hand wrapped itself around one slender wrist, and silently giving him permission to finally use his hands, he brought Fuji’s hand to Fuji's own swollen cock. Fuji’s mouth went wild beneath his, kissing him feverishly as if in thanks, mewing and moaning as his hand rubbed up and down his length bringing him quickly to a stunning orgasm. Tezuka felt it, Fuji’s whole body tensed and jerked , and he moaned loudly breaking off the kiss briefly to say his name, “Kunimitsu! Ahh!” Then he moaned his release into the lips that were on his. The wave that crashed into his body was a shock to Tezuka as he came along with Fuji, not having been touched at all.

Fuji placed his forehead on Tezuka’s shoulder, still reeling from the experience, breathing heavily. Tezuka remained kneeling beside him, with his hands down at his side as his own breathing calmed, the enormity of what had just happened slammed into him. He had reached an orgasm just from kissing Fuji, and he should have felt terrific about it, but he felt hollow, empty and so very unfulfilled and alone for the first time in his life. He was kissing Fuji because he wanted to, he admitted that now. But Fuji had only done it because he needed it to get off. The horror of it struck Tezuka. He desired Fuji but Fuji only desired HER. The girl he had hidden from all of us all this time. The one person he obviously prized above everyone, including Fuji himself if his reactions today were anything to go by. Tezuka had sunk to new lows to get what he wanted, but he hadn’t gotten it at all. The anger turned so quickly into pain, a pain that Tezuka had never had to deal with before, his shocked system had no way to deal with it so he lashed out.

Fuji was just coming back down to earth, his breathing starting to even out, the warmth of Tezuka’s body so near his own, was seeping into his chilled flesh. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he was going to tell Tezuka he loved him and end this stupidity when he was suddenly pushed by his shoulders away from Tezuka and then a hard slap resounded across his face, sending him sprawling across the floor, lights dancing across his eyes. The toy pulled out of him in the process. Shock and despair warred for dominance, his hand cupped his injured cheek, blue eyes gazing at Tezuka in accusation. Tezuka stood up, glaring at the injured Fuji, hating what he had just done, but seeing no way to apologize for it, and hated himself even more for having fallen for someone who could twist your mind so easily. “Don’t ever ask me to kiss you again unless it’s truly me you want to kiss. I will not be a stand in for someone else.” Fuji mutely shook his head in disbelief. Was Tezuka crazy? Fuji searched his mind frantically, looking for an explanation, when he saw the large wet spot on Tezuka’s trousers, the whole thing coming together for him in an instant. ‘He came. He came just from being with me.’ The pain in his cheek seemed insignificant somehow when he realized the turmoil that was driving Tezuka. He watched as Tezuka turned to go but Fuji’s voice, low and passionate stopped him, “Tezuka.” Hazel eyes returned to his as Fuji slowly, gently, pulled himself to his feet. His bruised cheek now angry and red, Tezuka’s eyes followed him as he crossed the floor to stand before him. Very slowly and carefully, he reached his hand up under the soft golden brown hair, then grasped it tightly, making Tezuka gasp. Fuji leaned up and purposefully closed his lips over Tezuka’s - waiting until he coaxed a response from the firm lips before pulling away. He dropped his hand to his side, blue eyes drilling into hazel ones. “Will you hit me again, Tezuka? You would be wrong this time, just as you were the last.” Fuji regained his normal composure and glided from the room, “Don’t forget the contraband, buchou.” He said as he left to get dressed. Tezuka grabbed the toy and conditioner, leaving them behind would not be wise at all. Fuji’s ability to flip from crying to strong and poised within seconds continued to keep him off balance. Tezuka returned home, the events of the day floating through his mind in a non stop replay. For the first time, that night Tezuka gave in to his desire and masturbated with thoughts of Fuji’s body and Fuji’s kisses pushing him along. He came hard and slept just as hard afterward. Fuji was not fairing so well. He had to dodge his mother and his sister’s questions. The red and bruised cheek being the first, the ashen skin and beginnings of a slight fever continuing his torment until he locked the door to his room, ignoring all else, he drew a hot bath and then easing his body into it he ran it all thru his head. He knew there was an answer to it all, he just couldn’t find it. He could not seem to be able to think. Conscious thought deserted him as he fell asleep in the bath water. He woke up hours later, his whole body shuddering from the ice cold water he was submerged in, skin sickly white and prunish. He stumbled blindly to bed, sinking deeply into sleep again. The morning alarm came too quickly bringing a headache with it, fighting to rise out of bed for school, he was tempted to just give up and not go. Mieko wouldn’t give in, would she? With that thought, he pulled out a fresh uniform and began to get dressed.

Mieko listened as Fuji’s sister told her about Syuusuke’s odd behavior his pale color and bruised cheek. Mieko passed it all off to nothing, but in her heart she knew it was bad. When she hung up the phone she decided to see for herself if Syuusuke was alright.