There Comes a Time

Thanks SO much for the reviews, Masqatch, TempestWitch and especially Ychan! I admit I was having a hard time chosing which of 3 directions I wanted to go, but your detailed reviews pointed me in one direction, so I hope you like it! I have the rest of the story laid out in my head now, just have to get it out! Thanks again! ~~ Gwen

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The clock said 730 am. He needed to hurry if he wanted to make morning practice. He just felt so sluggish. Fuji knew he was definitely coming down with something. He usually had a very good immune system, which is probably why he wasn’t flat out on his back already, but the strain he had been under lately had probably done him in. If he was going to get sick, he wished he’d just do it, instead of this irritating hanging-on-the-edge-of-a-cliff feeling. He couldn’t even get going this morning, he seemed to be moving in slow motion. He just knew he was going to be late. As Fuji did most mornings, his genius’ mind held it’s own little inner conversation. Someone watching this entire scene would not have heard a solitary word being said. Sitting down on his bed in a patch of morning sunlight, as he began to pull his socks on, he mind-chanted to himself, ‘You can do it.’ First he pulled on one sock, then staring at them, he wiggled his toes, ‘Switch feet Syuusuke’, raised eyebrows, ‘Mn. Yes, that would help.’ One foot plopped down, the other raised to it’s position on the bed, then slowly he worked the second sock on, wiggled his toes again, when his eyes suddenly widened slightly. He paused in his ritual as the fingertips of his right hand rose, slowly tracing the lines and curves of his lips. ‘Yesterday.’ He blinked. His fingertips made another brush over the lips, remembering. ‘Yesterday, Tezuka kissed me.’ His belly fluttered as his body readily remembered the hot kisses that his brain was having trouble comprehending. ‘He kissed me - because I begged him to.’ His blue eyes blinked, hand frozen. ‘I really was pathetic, wasn’t I?’ another blink. ‘But still - He felt so amazing.’ Blink…blink. ‘If I had known that was all it took I would have saved myself the trouble long ago and just asked him.’ Fuji dropped his foot from the bed, stood and began pulling on his white short sleeved spring uniform shirt. ‘No, that’s not right and you know it. Tezuka did it, but he was angry about it.’ Pausing over the buttons, Fuji remembered the wet spot on Tezuka’s trousers, that tell tale sign of Tezuka’s reaction, and he plopped back down on his bed. ‘Think Syuusuke, think. He was punishing you, yet he kissed you and he even came, then for no reason he smacked you. What does it mean?’ The blue eyes closed as he sighed. ‘It means……….. you can’t figure him out……….. he can’t even figure himself out.’ His eyes popped open again as if a light bulb just went on. ‘He can’t figure himself out. That’s why he has been so mad.’ He silently threw his hands in the air in disgust. ‘Oh great.’ Then briefly buried his face in his hands. Another sigh. He glanced at the time, freaked mildly, then Fuji finished getting dressed, ran out the door without even bothering to eat, and halfway to school he realized he hadn’t even brushed his teeth. He couldn’t think on it anymore, his brain hurt, in fact much of his whole body was kind of achy, so he tried to cheer himself with thoughts of the kisses. ‘If nothing else is going to be good for me today, at least I will have that.’

Tezuka’s cell phone buzzed yet again. Hazel eyes glanced at it knowing exactly who it was. No one else had the unmitigated gall to text him so early in the morning unless it was a serious emergency. He flipped open the screen, “When you are ready to admit we belong together let me know. I’ll be waiting for your apology.” Ugh. Hanaka was living in her own little world. He had answered her the same way each morning since Saturday, with “Don’t hold your breath.” He finally decided that Hanaka simply craved the contact. As long as he answered her, she would hold on. Just having the ability to talk to Tezuka in some way was like a security blanket for her, so he pressed the delete button and closed the phone, he would not even answer her any longer. When he had tried to leave her house on Saturday night, and she had wanted him to stay as usual, he told her he didn’t want to, he’d wanted to go home. It was a poor choice of words, he knew. He should have said he had things to do in the morning, or his parents were expecting him home, anything but the truth. The problem was that the kiss between Fuji and Mieko still occupied his mind enough that it just came out that way. The scene had developed into her normal pouting, “You don’t want to be with me, you don’t love me” routine. The routine was designed to make him feel guilty and bring him back in line, the same kind she had used since the first few weeks of them being together. She had picked the wrong night to try that with him, in his current mood he considered her words for maybe a half a second and knew they were true. He answered her calmly, “Yes you’re right. I don’t want to be with you, and I don’t love you. It’s time we both faced that. Good night.” Tezuka ducked his head covering it with his hands in a reflex response as the sound of something fragile smashing against the door behind him reached his ears. He had left, hoping she would just accept it at that, but he knew her too well. She would want to belabor it, pull it apart and dissect it. He had spoken to her briefly on Sunday, told her that he meant what he’d said, and it was better this way. She accused him of having someone else, he had said no, he truly didn’t, but to please have some self respect, and he hung up the phone. The text messages started that afternoon, dozens of them until he shut the phone off. He would have been fine with being friends with her, but she wasn’t capable of it. So today, he had decided even minimal contact between them would end.

He had more pressing things to think on. He stared at the box containing the items he bought online. Fuji entered his thoughts again. It rather seemed as if Fuji had taken up a permanent residence in his brain. At first Tezuka was so angry, unaccustomed to being unable to control the flood of images and feelings. If Fuji was nothing if not elegant, then Tezuka was nothing if not controlled. Fuji had taken that control from him. The Fuji-laced images had confused and angered him. Now, he was becoming used to them, in fact, they seemed to keep him company in a bizarre sort of way. Then there was yesterday; hot kisses, and passionate need had shown him that it was his own confusion and refusal to admit it was his friend, his male friend, that he suddenly, inexplicably felt desire for that had made him so angry. If that weren’t bad enough, that male friend had a very hot greened eyed girlfriend. So, anger had been replaced in the blink of an eye. This morning Tezuka found he was turned on by Fuji, with no idea how to resolve that issue, and he was alone and in pain, but he still had the tensai where he wanted him. At least he had that. All he had to do was stay in control. Smiling slightly, he knew that wouldn’t be easy. Fuji was stronger and more resilient then he looked. Tezuka always bested Fuji in competition, that much was true, but he always, ALWAYS had to work for it, Fuji never let it come easy. Tezuka looked at the items again. They had been bought with punishment and humiliation in mind, but the first toy had brought such unexpected results. Again Tezuka had been trapped by his own doing. Fuji’s inability to reach completion with the slim toy alone had resulted in the shared kisses, with Fuji needing his help. The request shocked him at first, it was never something Tezuka had even considered, -actually participating-, but the resulting heat and desire from it was practically overwhelming. A mild shiver ran up his spine at the memory. One of the next items was slightly larger then the slim model they had used yesterday and it vibrated as well. Tezuka thought the thin plain design of the first model probably wasn’t stimulation enough on it’s own, but since Fuji did actually get some enjoyment from it, Tezuka thought this one would probably do the trick very nicely without any need for help. It looked and approximated the feel of a human appendage, although smaller, with the added vibration. The item description had said it could be used alone or as an aid in foreplay to make a lover ready for intercourse. These things were foreign to Tezuka, as straight laced as he normally was, but instinctively he knew no toy could ever fully take the place of a lover. He suddenly wondered if Fuji had ever had a male lover before. Tezuka’s eyebrow twitched. Fuji had never talked about a male lover, but he had never spoken of Mieko either. Jealousy swirled in Tezuka’s belly. How Fuji would be with a lover made him shiver. Any lover. The very idea was sexy and heady. It was Fuji who was sexy, not the act itself. Breaking his thoughts off, he gazed at the last toy. The other item was much more subtle, more sneaky and deviant. Tezuka stared at it for a long time before coming to a decision. He took it out of the box, stowing it in his tennis bag. This item required – how should he put it? – more interaction- from Tezuka then either of the others did. Surprising himself, he realized that he liked being in control of Fuji’s pleasure, liked being asked for help. He remembered the lips turned up towards him, begging him. He wanted to be begged again. Fuji was the one who liked mind games, he liked to see how people reacted. Tezuka found in the last weeks that he very much enjoyed them as well, at least where Fuji was concerned. He hid the box and left for school.

Tezuka had made it to morning practices early, he changed while he listened to the normal sounds of the team changing, and their chatter. There was a decided difference in the sounds of morning practice compared to the afternoon sounds. The morning ones were much more quiet, subdued. The only one who ever had a steady stream of energy in the mornings was Eiji. The afternoon practices were always more full of life. It made sense since everyone was more awake by the after school hours. Pulling the Seigaku shirt over his bare torso, then bending to tie his tennis shoes, he heard loud gasps of surprise and dismay then an uproar of questions and curses. Winged eyebrows twitching from the din, Tezuka walked out of his and Oishi’s private locker room to find out what the heck was going on. When he entered the room, he quietly demanded, “What is the fuss?” The entire team was gathered around Fuji, asking what had happened to him, questions ran one into another. When they heard him enter, they all turned to look at their captain, except Fuji who was still in his school uniform, not even changed for practice. Fuji steadfastly kept his back to his captain. Tezuka’s eyebrows drew together, not understanding what had happened, until Fuji slowly turned to face him. Tezuka gasped, eyes widening as he took in Fuji’s features. A large ugly bruise, red and purple, marred the creamy skin of Fuji’s right cheek. The entire team saw the surprised and horrified expression on their captain’s face and wondered what he was going to do about it. It never occurred to them that Tezuka was the one who caused it. The only one who continued to look back and forth between Tezuka and Fuji was Ryoma Echizen. Tezuka stumbled, “Fuji. Your face.” Was the only thing the flabbergasted captain could think to say. He knew exactly how the bruise had gotten there, he knew it was him who had damaged the tensai, but he hadn’t realized how rough with him he had been at the time. He was horrified not only at the bruise, but at himself. With everyone watching, Fuji struggled, “Tezuka. I’m sorry for being late.” Eiji piped in, “Fuji-ko! Tezuka doesn’t care about that right now. What happened to you?” Fuji looked to the floor, after a brief hesitation, he opted for the truth, “I kissed someone who wasn’t expecting it.” After a small pause the whole room exploded into shouts and laughter, “Hoi, hoi! Fuji snuck a kiss from Mieko and she socked him!” Fuji glared at Momoshiro. “ Just leave it be.” Fuji turned to get dressed when Tezuka said “Fuji, come to see me as soon as you get changed.” Fuji nodded silently, as he began to get changed. The rest of the team left the room except Echizen. Leaning against the lockers, hands in his pockets, he asked, “Say Fuji-senpai. I hear she is really pretty. Is Mieko left handed?” He regarded Fuji from the corners of his eyes. Fuji shook his head, “No she is right handed. Why?” Echizen shrugged, “Because the person who hit the right side of your face should be left handed.” The golden eyes pinned Fuji for a moment, then he walked out to practice. Fuji took a deep steadying breath. ‘That Echizen.’ It was Fuji’s fault for not having a good come back. If he had gotten into the bathroom to brush his teeth this morning he would have seen the bruise and had a better way to handle it. He quickly changed then approached Tezuka who was standing jut outside the courts, watching the morning laps, Fuji stood mutely, waiting for what the handsome captain would say. Tezuka’s eyes raked over him from head to foot, “You do not have to do the extra laps today Fuji, you don’t look so well.” Fuji might have found Tezuka’s concern cause for celebration, instead he found he did not want to back down, “Ne, Tezuka I can do them.” Tezuka studied him for a moment more, at the steely blue eyes, not finding a hint of fear or defeat. Tezuka thought to himself, ‘It will always be a battle with you, won’t it Syuusuke? If you feel that well, we will up the wager.’ He said out loud, “Fine. Do them if you want to. You have a free period at 10 don’t you?” Fuji nodded. “Good. Meet me back here at 10 am.” Then he turned to join the laps. “Tezuka?” Fuji asked, an entire conversation asked in only his eyes and the one word. Tezuka studied him for a moment, a slight smile played at the edges of his lips, “You didn’t think I would let you go that easily did you? I will see you at 10.”

Fuji went to his morning English class, worrying the entire time about what Tezuka could possibly want with him at 10 am. The school was still in session, so that limited how bad things could get. 45 period minutes didn’t allow for much, minus the walk time to get to the tennis locker rooms and back bringing the total usable time down further. He knew they could not play tennis, there simply wasn’t enough time. Nor enough time at that time of the day for very much of anything else, including showers, or any other forms of torture he could think of. Then again Tezuka was far more imaginative in that department then even Fuji would have ever given him credit for. So what was it?

Fuji gasped as his beaten and battered psyche settled on the thought that Tezuka was going to have a sit down discussion with him about forcing him to leave Seigaku. Somehow that was the only option Fuji could come up with. Things had progressed from bad to worse between he and his captain, perhaps the final straw was the kiss? Tezuka’s resulting orgasm too. He shivered. No, those were bad, but it was the slap. Tezuka was not a violent person. For him to hit Fuji like that must have truly pushed him over the edge. He remembered the shocked look on Tezuka’s face that morning in the locker room when he saw for himself the damage he had done to Fuji’s cheek. If anything, Fuji had to admit that it was probably the first normal Tezuka-like reaction he had seen from his friend in quite a while. The horror on his face over what he had done to his once-friend and team mate was closer to the normal Tezuka then anything in recent memory. Maybe Tezuka had realized things had gone too far?? ‘That must be it. Tezuka is going to force me to leave quietly so that it doesn’t get any worse. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, not just me. I know him. It killed him this morning when he saw my face. I should be glad, right? That this is over?’ his eyebrows creased, and his face came dangerously close to crumbling into despair ridden sobs right in the middle of English class. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths. He’d be okay he would get thru this. The only thing that continued to matter, over thoughts of losing his team, his teammates, or even making his way in a new school, was that any hope of fixing his relationship with Tezuka would be lost forever. Maybe he deserved it. Maybe he was right to lose everything. To lose him. After all, with Fuji’s never ending stream of mind games with everyone else, what was Tezuka to think when all this started? How was Tezuka to know? Then look at what had happened. Instead of being truthful, seeking him out and telling Tezuka the truth, regardless of the embarrassment, Fuji had played a mind game with him over Mieko, and then Fuji had made Tezuka kiss him, made him more mad and …… and……. He sniffled. Yes, he deserved it. He would leave quietly. At the end of class, he gathered his things together, and listlessly headed to the club house locker room. He was sure these would be the last things he and Tezuka had to say to each other. (Perception can be such a bitch, can’t it?)

Tezuka waited patiently for Fuji to arrive. He had left his first class and moved with speed to get to the lockers before Fuji did. He unlocked the clubhouse door, and went into his locker room. Taking out the small device, he put one half of it in his left pocket, the other half in his right, when he heard the door to the club house open and Fuji’s soft voice a few seconds later, “Tezuka?” he answered, “In hear, Fuji. Lock the door behind you.” Fuji had already done that automatically. He dropped his tennis bag on the floor and looked around the place he had called his 2nd home before heading into the private locker room that Tezuka shared with Oishi.

Tezuka turned to see Fuji come into the room. He expected there to be defiance and some unhappiness to be found on his face but he didn’t expect the abject despair. Again Tezuka’s perception was off. He thought Fuji’s despair was over whatever new punishment Tezuka was going to deal out. He had no idea it was really despair of losing him, and him alone. Tezuka’s heart hurt to see Fuji so ready to collapse. Concern was written clearly on the handsome features, “Fuji. You look terrible.” The words and the concern only cemented the ideas that Fuji had running around his head all thru English. ‘He IS going to make me leave.’ Fuji just couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t take it lying down, no matter that he knew he should, that he deserved it. His body started to shake, tears gathering in his brilliant eyes, “Tezuka, I know I angered you. Please don’t make me leave Seigaku. You can do whatever you want to me, just don’t make me leave. I won’t go without a fight.” Tezuka was startled. ‘Is that what he thinks?’ - “Fuji, I am not going to make you leave Seigaku. I thought we discussed that the very first day.” He watched as this information registered with the tensai. “As long as you comply with my wishes, I see no reason to destroy your career, or Seigaku’s National bid. Did you think I lied to you when I told you my demands?” Fuji blinked several times, “No, Buchou. But I made you so angry by asking you to kiss me that you hit me. I thought you had changed your mind.” “Mmn. No Fuji, I have not changed my mind, but the game has changed.” Seeing Fuji’s quizzical look he added, “You keep me on my toes by not responding as I expect you to, so I have to keep changing the game. Now, if the question and answer session is over, am I to take it that you wish to stay at Seigaku, and will comply with my wishes? Time is short.” Fuji was so relieved he nodded vigorously yes, didn’t even have time to wonder what the true reason for being called here was. “Good. I would like to show you an ingenious little device. Please drop your pants and turn facing the wall, Fuji.” Fuji’s mouth opened and closed for a few seconds, then abandoned all attempts at speech. It didn’t really matter to him, he was strong. He could deal with anything as long as he was given the time to allow Tezuka to calm down and maybe fix things between them. Obeying quickly he started to undo his belt for the school trousers, and unbutton and undo his fly as he watched Tezuka remove a small bright silver object from his pocket. It looked like a silver cylinder, round on both ends, with a string hanging from its bottom. He watched silently as his captain twisted the silver body to unscrew and open it, adjusted something inside, and then rescrewed the body together tightly. Tezuka knew Fuji was watching him. “Do you have any idea what this is , Fuji?” Fuji shook his head, blue eyes regarding him “It looks like one of my sisters tampons.” Tezuka surprised him by smiling slightly, “I suppose it does look like that, but it is not. It is called The Bullet. That is not a string, it is actually a soft antennae. Please brace yourself against the wall, and bend over. I will have to help you with this.” Fuji didn’t even know what to say. He would have protested but his whole body shivered at the very thought of Tezuka being so close to him, of touching him in any intimate way. He placed his hands on the wall, bringing his face close into it, and stuck his butt out backwards as he watched Tezuka put a very small amount of lubrication onto the device. Fuji shivered as Tezuka came up behind him. The erotic position affecting them both. Tezuka shivered himself, being faced with a very pert Fuji butt, the tight hole seeming to beckon him. Clamping down on his control, he decided that getting it done as quickly as possible would allow him to keep his self respect. He gently but quickly pressed the silver bullet into Fuji’s rectum, gently pressing it up inside as high as he felt it would go without too much pressure. Fuji forced himself to relax, he felt the cold metal enter his portal, followed by the warmth and wider width of Tezuka’s own finger. He shuddered slightly and bit back a moan just from the thought of such intimacy, even though it was accomplished in a very cold and business-like manner. When Tezuka’s finger glided into the hot tight space, he almost lost his control, wanting to groan out loud, and replace the finger with something else. However as soon as he felt it was seated properly, antenna trailing just outside the tight ring of flesh he gently removed his digit and quickly turned around, making a studied show of going to the sink to wash his hands. He needed the extra moments to calm himself, “You may dress now Fuji.” Once Tezuka’s finger had been removed Fuji was surprised to find that he barely even felt the silver object, or its attached string. As he pulled his pants back up, he heard Tezuka’s deep voice once again.

“Allow me to explain. I had to assist you in placement because you would not be able to place it deep enough on your own.” He glanced at his watch, “Within the next 30 to 45 minutes the combined effects of your body’s natural movements, as well as gravity will slowly cause it to drop. Its design will position it securely in a very specific part of your bowels until it is manually removed. It will wedge itself against the male pleasure center, the only purpose for which it was designed. They have a similar device for women, designed with their internal contours in mind, thus a slightly different length and shape. The antennae operates the device with assistance from this.” He pulled a very small remote from his pocket. It looked like nothing more then a tiny box with a wheel. “They are tuned to each other, the remote will communicate with the bullet up to a distance of 25 feet.” He watched as Fuji absorbed this information with no small amount of reservations - wondering what exactly he had just allowed Tezuka to do to him. “Here are the rules to this game. You must accept them or we will not play. You are not allowed to touch yourself or in any way cause yourself to reach completion. You are also not allowed to remove the device unless I say you can, or I do it for you. If you happen to reach completion from the bullet alone, that is acceptable, but you still can’t remove it or touch yourself until my say so. Is that clear?” He waited while Fuji thought this over. He knew if Fuji accepted the terms, he would stay true to his word. Fuji realized very quickly from Tezuka’s words that this was yet another pleasure device, so he didn’t have to worry about electric shocks or pain. “Yes.” Tezuka continued, “Since the distance of operation is only 25 feet, which is a fairly small distance, any changes in sensation that you feel will of course be coming from the remote. That would mean that I must be pretty close to you in order to effect that change and I will see you if you decide to – take matters into your own hands.” Fuji realized why Tezuka had put this inside him so early in the day, Tezuka certainly couldn’t do it before practice with everyone around, the 45 minutes required for it to settle properly would be too long to wait after practice. But he certainly couldn’t play tennis like this either, he asked, “How long will I have this inside me? Through practice!?” Tezuka shook his head, “We shall see. We can always come back here for lunch should it become too much for you.” But memories of the failed slim toy assaulted him along with the resulting smack Tezuka gave him. This was even smaller and slimmer, he could see no other outcome but the one they had just had. “But Tezuka, I can barely feel this at all now, I can not see this being any more use then the other thing was. I don’t think I will be able to from this alone.” Tezuka nodded, “That is very possible.” Fuji was confused, he shook his head, approaching panic again, “But Tezuka, I do not want to cause you to hit me again.” Tezuka frowned, “I will not hit you again Fuji. I give you my word on that much.” Fuji stammered, “But, Tezuka. If this fails I will not be able to comply with your demands, and will only wind up begging for assistance again.” Tezuka nodded, “I am counting on it. I will see you in Trigonometry class.” Then he left the room. So that was it. ‘He wants to reduce me to begging. Humiliation being the salve for the pride I damaged.’ Fuji shrugged, he could do that. If it gained him either his friendship back or another kiss from Tezuka he would gladly beg now without benefit of a silver bullet stuck up his ass. ‘Tezuka may think he is winning, but so am I.’ Blue eyes glittered dangerously as he left the room, locking the door as he left. He had no idea what he was in for.

Fuji settled into his next period class. He was mindful of the item he carried around within him, yet it really wasn’t a bother. He barely felt it even when he thought about it. He had felt on his walk from the tennis courts that it had started its downward trek just as Tezuka said it would. A brief moment of worry followed, what would happen if the damned thing should slip all the way out!? He didn’t want to even think about it. Tezuka was nothing short of brilliant himself, if he said the device would stop where it was meant to, he could bet that it would. He had made it into sociology class and was just about ¾ of the way thru it when the oddest sensation began.

Tezuka had left his class claiming to need to use the bathroom. He walked down a flight and across to Fuji’s room. When he neared the closed door, he made sure the hallway was empty, then brought out the small remote, clicking it on, watching the small LED come on signaling it’s readiness. Watching Fuji’s profile he dialed up the small wheel to a low setting and waited to see if anything would happen at all. The 45 minutes was up by now, and he fervently prayed the little device was worth the pretty penny he’d paid for it. He watched closely thru the corner of the glass, so as not to attract attention when he saw Fuji suddenly sit up straighter, almost as if someone had tapped him on the shoulder. Blue eyes opened and stared straight ahead, Tezuka could tell his attention was turned inwards at what was now happening within his body, the silver metal vibrating softly to life against Fuji’s prostate. A smile graced Tezuka’s features and the beginnings of a hard on stirred Tezuka as he watched. Fuji stayed carefully still, looking very much like he was afraid to move a muscle. The corners of Tezuka’s lips pulled down and his eyebrows up in a comical questioning sort of way. Watching Fuji closely again, he dialed the remote up quite a bit. Actually he dialed it up farther then he’d intended, and realized his mistake as he saw Fuji at first gasp in surprise, his hands gripped the edges of his desk hard, his fingers turning white. Then Tezuka watched in amazement as Fuji’s head fell all the way back, his eyes rolling up into his head. Before Tezuka had a chance to correct the mistake, he watched Fuji slide down in his chair, moaning loudly. Eiji who was sitting next to Fuji turned quickly to look at him with horror on his face, sliding as far away from the moaning tensai as he could get. Tezuka quickly dialed back the remote to almost nothing, “Oh my. I guess that was too much.” Fuji soon got a hold of himself, panting and gasping, then he delicately pulled his body back up into a normal sitting position, but Tezuka could see his face was slightly flushed, and slight beads of perspiration had broken out on the tensai’s forehead. The teacher had just asked Fuji if he was alright and he had been able to nod affirmatively. Eiji still stuck to the far end of his own desk, watching Fuji as if he had something highly contagious and very undesirable. Tezuka almost chuckled to himself, this item was worth its weight in gold. After a small amount of thought, Tezuka carefully dialed up the remote slowly, watching as the sensations increased again within Fuji’s body, telling by his reactions. When Fuji’s eyes had gotten that far away look, again staying very still, Tezuka pocketed the remote and walked away, leaving the little silver treasure still working within the blue eyed boy. He returned to his classroom, waiting for the end of the class, and hoping fervently that he hadn’t dialed it up far enough to cause Fuji to come in his sociology class. Trigonometry was next, and if he wanted to do it then, that would be fine, since Tezuka would be sitting right next to him.

The harsh immediate pleasure that swept thru Fuji took his breath away. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt, in a place he never even knew he had. He heard the moan come from his own mouth but could do nothing to stop it. The resulting hard on was fast and rock solid, and unlikely to go away any time soon. He was lucky that he had managed to grab the desk before the real pleasure hit because if he had touched himself even a little he was sure he would be able to come within seconds. His toes even felt the vibrations! What kind of evil little device was this? When he could finally think again, he knew that Tezuka had to be somewhere nearby, and he had done this to him. Had probably even seen what had happened to him, if what he said in the lockers was true. He realized that poor Eiji had just had the shock of his life, and his teacher was yapping at him, but he couldn’t even understand the words yet as he tried to get his breath. Once he finally was able to breathe again, he felt the vibrations in his secret spot increase again, but slightly. Enough to be pleasurable, very pleasurable. But not enough to bowl him over. He twisted slightly to see where Tezuka was, but the movement only made the pleasure deepen, and he gasped, so he had to stay very still, because now the teacher was asking him to stand and recite the answer to the question. How in the hell was he supposed to do that?! Fuji took several deep breaths, and very cautiously stood up, quickly blurted out the answer with everyone watching his flushed face, then just as cautiously he sat back down, his butt coming into contact with the wooden seat moved his insides slightly and a high pitched “Eek!” Escaped him. Then he wished sincerely in every language that he knew for Tezuka’s early demise.

Fuji walked very slowly and carefully to his trigonometry class, hunched over and praying no one would bump into him. The 20 minutes that had followed in his sociology class had been like an endless kaleidoscope of pleasure. The feelings were now actually forming colors in his mind, and he was quite flushed. Why had he agreed to this? The vibrations that assaulted him in that spot within him that he couldn’t reach were mild but persistent. He finally sat down in his normal seat and prayed for Tezuka to show up so he could ask for him to take this infernal device out. As if in answer to his prayers, the tall, handsome, sexy, strong form of his captain slid into the seat next to his. (and he smells really good too.) Fuji shook his head. Just where were all these expletives coming from? He wished his mind would just shut up and stop yapping at him. ‘Syuusuke, did you mention he smells incredibly good?’ ‘Yes, I got that, twice.’ He was already in love with the man, he didn’t need some insidious little device making Tezuka seem like a god to him on top of all else. The truth was that Fuji was so turned on right now, that Jabba-the-Hut might even look attractive, and Tezuka was no Jabba. Tezuka studied his face as Kawamura took the seat on the other side of Fuji. Fuji was very flushed, and would occasionally squeeze his eyes shut as a wave of pleasure passed thru him. Tezuka smiled. “Fuji. Are you okay?” Fuji gasped. “You know I’m not.” Kawamura looked over at the 2, “Hi guys. I can’t wait for lunch today, I’m starving. How about you?” Fuji didn’t have the strength to answer, but Tezuka eyed Fuji like he was a side order of fries and said simply that he was starving. Kawamura continued to try and engage them in conversation, Tezuka answering when necessary, Fuji nodding and gasping responses when he could. The power player was in the middle of telling Tezuka about a joke Echizen had played on Momoshiro when Fuji gasped, “Uh..” Kawamura and Tezuka both turned their attention to the tensai, “Hey Syuusuke, are you alright?” Fuji answered, “I’m fine, Taka.” But a second later, Fuji squeezed his eyes shut, “Deh....” Kawamura looked at him again. “Are you sure?” he nodded again, blue eyes flashing dangerously at Tezuka who smiled at Fuji’s fire in spite of himself. ‘Fuji may try to kill me after this one, but it was well worth it.’ Tezuka asked, “Would you like to leave? I can take you.” Fuji shook his head no and started to pant. Tezuka was now getting excited having to sit next to Fuji knowing exactly the kinds of pleasure that were vibrating through him. He wondered if Fuji was going to come right here in the middle of the classroom full of people. He leaned over and whispered into Fuji’s ear, “You’re sure you wouldn’t like to beg me to leave?” the deep voice whispering in his ear made Fuji moan softly. “Nya, you won’t win yet.” Tezuka smiled softly as he dialed up the intensity on the remote. Fuji moaned loudly, arching his neck, his hand slammed down on the joined desks, and reflexively grabbed Tezuka’s hand, almost breaking 2 of the captain’s fingers in the process. Half the class was staring now as Tezuka quickly dialed the intensity back down. Fuji panted harshly, “Tezuka. Get me out of here.” Kawamura asked if they needed help, but the captain told him they would just go to the nurse, they’d be fine and see him at afternoon practice.

Tezuka allowed Fuji to climb to his feet on his own, while he grabbed both of their tennis bags. They headed towards the locker rooms, Tezuka already had his key out, while Fuji tried to enjoy the cool air rushing over his flushed cheeks. His body felt like it couldn’t take much more, while inside him the device kept on vibrating. As time passed, his body was becoming more sensitive, more stimulated. As he got nearer to the lockers he needed to walk while supporting himself against the wall. Tezuka watching his every step. “You seem to be having a difficult time Fuji. Do you need assistance?” Fuji shook his head no. Tezuka smiled. Fuji wrapped his arms around his body and slowly kept moving forward, a fine sheen of sweat on his face.

As soon as Tezuka had the door opened, Fuji stumbled inside and pressed his back against the wall panting. Tezuka closed the door and locked it, dropping the bags unceremoniously to the ground then he stepped away to lean on the lockers watching the tensai expectantly to see what he would do, as the blue eyes opened to find his. Fuji was so turned on, just looking at Tezuka and knowing they were alone together again was really all that mattered. If he was going to have to do this, or to beg, then he would do it his own way for a change. Fuji didn’t say anything but started to open his pants, his eyes smoldering as he stared at Tezuka, drawing down the fly to his pants he allowed them to fall to the floor right there inside the main doorway. His underwear followed. Tezuka watched as Fuji took the initiative, his proud and very hard cock now peeking out from under the white uniform shirt. Fuji slowly walked passed Tezuka, daring him to follow as he made his way to Tezuka’s private locker room in nothing but his socks and shirt. He still felt unbearably hot. Tezuka wordlessly followed him, the remote in his hand. When he entered the doorway of his own dimly lit locker room, Fuji had his back against the far wall, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the long sleek torso that had captured Tezuka’s attention on the first day. Somehow it looked even sexier for being partially covered by the shirt. Tezuka slowly turned the remote up and watched as Fuji helplessly arched back against the wall “Aaaah!” his hands almost grabbed for his straining cock but his name “Fuji!” in that deep voice stopped him. He instead ran his hands up his own torso, and Tezuka could tell he was going to lose him if he didn’t get control back right this second. He dialed the remote back a bit, then stepped forward and grabbed Fuji’s wrists and pinned them to the wall down at his sides, palms flat. Fuji panted, groaned again softly, making Tezuka’s member pulse furiously. “Remember the deal you made. You can not use your hands. You can’t help yourself, I am in control of your pleasure this time.” Fuji panted again. “You always were.” Tezuka’s eyebrows furrowed, before Tezuka could ask what he meant Fuji shuddered, started to slide down the wall, and Tezuka had to grab his shoulders to raise him back up, and brace him. Fuji’s cock was now leaking a steady amount of clear crystal onto the floor, and he was moaning loudly. Tezuka leaned in to his ear, “You want to come don’t you Fuji?” The soft whispers in Fuji ears made him shiver. How he loved that voice. “MMmmm.. Yes. I want to come for you.” Tezuka smiled as he whispered into the fevered tensai’s ear, “Should I turn up the vibrations for you? Do you like how they feel?” Fuji nodded and groaned again, Tezuka responded by turning up the pleasure for him slightly. Fuji writhed and gasped a little, Tezuka taunted him, “What now? More? Will the bullet get you off for me?” Fuji shook his head, he suddenly pushed his face against Tezuka’s cheek, causing the hazel eyes to widen. Fuji whispered back, “You help me, Kunimitsu.” Tezuka shivered, but Fuji continued “Please… help me.” As his cheek caressed Tezuka’s own. Tezuka groaned slightly, “What do you want me to do? Tell me.” Fuji arched his neck back as another wave of pleasure washed over him, “Anything. Just touch me, Kunimitsu. Kiss me.” Tezuka couldn’t believe he was given free reign to finally touch that lush skin. He trailed his fingertips down the center of Fuji’s chest, watching as the blue eyes glazed over completely in lust, then down over his belly and up again as he whispered some more, “Do you like this?” a gasp and a nod, “Yes, feels so good.” Before he could lose his nerve Tezuka’s fingertips grazed a pert nipple and the reaction was shocking. Fuji arched his chest into his hand calling out his name “Kunimitsu!” Before Tezuka could stop himself, he closed his eyes and attached his mouth to the base of the long creamy neck, biting and sucking gently while his right hand gently pulled and rolled the hardened pink nub, Fuji cried out “Aahhh! Yes. MMMmmm, MMMm.” Fuji’s hips rocked forward trying to find relief. Tezuka could barely breathe now himself. “More, please Kunimitsu. Don’t stop……please….. Aahhh….” Tezuka’s hand left the pink nub and traveled downward, feeling the sleek belly, then over to grasp the tight hip. Finally he drew one fingertip slowly down over Fuji’s erection, making him jerk and pant heavily. “Is this what you want Syuusuke?” That low purring moan ripped itself from Fuji’s throat again, the one that made Tezuka lose all control. Jealousy raged in Tezuka’s belly, wondering if this was how Syuusuke was with Mieko, or anyone else. Was it her he was thinking of now? He had to know. “Syuusuke. Talk to me, tell me. Is it me you’re thinking of right now?” Fuji broke. He couldn’t take anymore games, tears ran down his face. “Oh god. It’s you. Of course it’s you. Please Kunimitsu don’t make me beg anymore. Just kiss me. Love me. Please. I want you. Please.” Fuji took one hand and buried it in that incredible hair, firmly attaching his lips to Tezuka’s, his tongue sliding inside, moaning loudly. The other hand feverishly ran itself over the hard planes of Tezuka’s chest and belly, then searched for Tezuka’s wrist and brought it forcefully to his dripping cock. He said against those firm lips, “Please touch me. Make me come for you Kunimitsu.” Tezuka’s senses reeled. There was no doubt in his mind that Syusuuke had said he wanted him. It was Tezuka he wanted right now, not anybody else. Tezuka pressed his whole body into the tensai, pinning him to the wall, the kiss taking them on a roller coaster ride each fighting for dominance, then in turn retreating and teasing. Tezuka suddenly needed to see Fuji come. To know he had done it to him, had the power to make him shudder and cry out. One hand stroked Fuji’s raging erection the other teasing his nipple as he had seen Syusuuke do to himself before. Syusuuke mewed and bucked. His whole world centered on the incredible feelings and the man responsible for all of them. His dreams had never been as good as the reality was turning out to be. The feeling of that calloused hand on his cock sent him right over the edge and out into oblivion. “Oh god! Kunimitsu! I'm going to......” he cried and he heard Tezuka in his ear, “Yes that’s it Syuusuke. Come for me.” Tezuka encouraging him, as he came violently all over his own belly, and a bit on Tezuka as well. Tezuka couldn’t believe how hot that was, as he waited for Fuji to slowly come back down to earth, he reached into his pocket and turned the remote control off. He hadn’t had the chance to come with Fuji that time, but it didn’t matter to Tezuka. He would take care of himself when he was at home. He just wanted to enjoy holding Syuusuke for now. He felt fingertips brush at his own erection, causing Tezuka’s entire body to go rigid and he gasped. Strong fingers closed quickly around Fuji’s wrist, stopping him. He didn’t want Fuji’s misplaced sympathy. Tezuka had brought this all on himself, he would not ask Fuji to lower himself to please him as well. He brought Fuji’s wrists around his hips instead.

Tezuka’s cell phone started buzzing with a text message. They both heard it, but both were too busy trying to remember how to breathe. Fuji’s head was buried in Tezuka’s neck his arms wrapped around the sculpted hips. Tezuka’s arms held the tensai to him. Fuji said, “Your phone.” Tezuka nodded. “It’s late we are going to be late for next class.” Another nod. Fuji worried. “Are you mad at me again Tezuka? You’re not going to hit me are you?” Tezuka’s eyebrows drew down, “No I am not going to hit you Syuusuke. I already promised you that. But why did you just do that?” Fuji knew what he meant, he meant kissing him first and touching him. He guessed he wasn’t supposed to have done that without permission, touching Tezuka. That wasn’t part of his punishment was it? It hurt. He pushed himself away from Tezuka, “I wanted to. It was not something I was forbidden to do, so I did it. Maybe you should be more specific next time buchou if you don’t want me to touch you.” Tezuka’s eyes registered his confusion. “I didn’t say that, Fuji. I just wanted to know why.” They were back to surnames and titles again. Fuji’s eyes looked hurt, “I just told you why.” He tossed the cell phone to Tezuka, “It’s Hanaka, you better answer it.” Then he started to walk to the bathrooms, “May I remove this now?” Tezuka knew he meant the bullet, so he just nodded. Tezuka didn’t even look at the text message, if he had, things might have turned out different, but he simply hit the delete button. He sat for a second blissfully wondering at how incredibly hot Fuji was, how everything he did seemed to turn Tezuka on, but this new facet of Fuji’s supposed punishment was taking turns he didn’t know if he could handle. Their kisses and touches were becoming very personal, he no longer wanted to imagine Fuji with a lover, he wanted to BE that lover. He wanted Fuji to give himself to him willingly, not under force, but hell be damned, Tezuka would continue to take what he could get by force if that was all he could have. He sighed and went to find Fuji.

Fuji placed the now cleaned and sterilized Bullet with its tail into his tennis bag. He had taken off his uniform shirt to wash up, then pulled on his pants, now he was in the process of putting the shirt back on, when he suddenly felt the light touch of fingertips on the back of his neck, making his whole body shiver, and freezing him to the spot. Another small shiver passed thru his frame before he turned his head slightly to see hazel eyes studying him with softness and concern. HIs fingers lightly ran over the spot where his mouth had recently suckled Syuusuke's neck, “You are going to have a hickey blossoming here in an hour or so." His eyes ran over the bruise on his cheek, then down further "Your neck is bruised as well, Syuusuke from when I grabbed you.” Fuji watched Tezuka’s eyes as they searched him for more damage. Fuji was surprised to see no anger, only sadness. Fuji loved the idea of a hickey from Tezuka, but did not know how to answer, so he mumbled, “Mn.” In response as he turned fully to look at him. Tezuka’s eyebrows drew down in sorrow. “I’m sorry Syuusuke. I did not mean to bruise you.” Fuji’s heart fluttered a little. It was nice to talk to him without bracing for battle. Fuji simply nodded, not trusting his voice. Strong fingers turned Fuji’s jaw up slightly as Tezuka gently brought his lips down over Fuji’s. Hesitant, closed and soft at first, a few moments later they had slowly changed into more relaxed open mouthed kisses until Syuusuke groaned a little, then Tezuka pulled back. Neither one had noticed the angry, insane looking face of Hanaka in the window of the clubhouse, or her running off crying. Tezuka’s cell phone went off again, this time an actual phone call instead of a text. Fuji glanced at it, and saw the name before Tezuka hit the ‘forward to voicemail’ button. The kisses were nice, wonderful in fact. More then Fuji had ever hoped for, but while he knew Tezuka was turned on by watching his pleasure, Tezuka didn’t want to be touched by him, or to make love to him. He saved that part of himself for Hanaka. Fuji was just a passing oddity in the otherwise perfect life of Tezuka, Kunimitsu. It hurt, but he would take what he could get. Tezuka didn’t seem so mad anymore and Fuji was grateful.

The lunch bell rang, and both of their eyes widened, not realizing how long they had been hidden out, grabbing their tennis bags, they ran out of the clubhouse, locking the door behind them as they separated for the afternoon classes. Fuji hadn’t even eaten lunch, nor had he eaten breakfast, his tummy was growling, and he was starting to feel light headed. He grabbed a power bar from one of the candy machines on the way to his next class, but his body was quickly nearing exhaustion.

Afternoon workout came too quickly for Fuji. He almost fell asleep in his last period class, he was still feeling sick and run down from this morning. The taxing effect the ‘bullet’ had on his system hadn’t helped, and other then the small energy bar he hadn’t eaten since last night, he thought he was going to throw up. Fuji changed and ran with everyone else, when they stopped, he continued running. Ryoma took up his position with his captain, eyeing the tall Tezuka with thinly veiled hostility. Tezuka wondered briefly what was eating the golden-eyed prodigy, but his attention was mostly on Fuji. He looked positively horrible to Tezuka. His face was pale other then the bruise, which showed up even worse because of the paler skin. He had told him he didn’t have to do the extra laps, but Fuji didn’t listen. Rather then playing Ryoma, Tezuka rubbed his eyes under his glasses with his two fingers. “Fuji!!” He called out. “I said that’s enough!” Ryoma watched the scene as Fuji slowed down, bracing himself hands on his knees. “It’s okay captain. I can do it.” He wiped the sweat from his face with his towel, grabbed his racket and headed to take Ryoma’s spot, Ryoma for a change stood his ground, not vacating the court when Fuji tried to take over. Tezuka spoke up. “Not today Fuji. Go sit down.” Fuji’s eyes flashed, “But I want to.” Ryoma looked back and forth between them knowing neither wanted to back down, but also knowing Fuji could not play Tezuka. He turned to his captain, “Buchou! Why not let Fuji-senpai and I play you as a doubles team?” Tezuka frowned, he didn’t want Fuji playing in this condition at all. Ryoma saw his hesitation, “You won’t run away from the 2 other monsters of Seigaku, will you, Captain?” Echizen grinned evilly, knowing Tezuka could not turn down the taunt.

Echizen and Fuji took up a doubles formation, Ryoma at the base line, knowing he would have to cover for Fuji almost the whole game, but that was fine with him, that was the idea anyways. Echizen served and the game began, all of Seigaku watching this bizarre game where 2 players challenged their captain. Even though the doubles team seemed to work well together, it was painfully obvious Fuji was not himself. He panted and was breathing heavy, pale and sickly looking. Ryoma carried much of the game, but the captain seemed to have no trouble keeping the doubles pair at bay. Fuji’s condition worried Tezuka more and more, and he decided enough was enough, if they wouldn’t concede then he would have to win it quickly just to get Fuji to sit the hell down.



~~~It is difficult to say who does you the most harm: enemies with the worst intentions or friends with the best. ~~~





Mieko entered the tennis grounds and spoke to coach Ryuzaki, explaining who she was, and that she was coming to walk Fuji Syuusuke home, his family was worried about him because he seemed to be not feeling well lately. Coach Ryuzaki had been worried about Fuji as well, but she trusted that whatever it was, he and Tezuka would work it out. Mieko watched the tall handsome captain of Seigaku play both the small agile Echizen as well as Fuji, who even from this distance looked way off his game and sick looking to her. It was then that Tezuka had stepped up his game, and Mieko bristled from watching him hammer in point after point effectively not allowing Fuji to even move fast enough to try and get to the ball. Ryuzaki saw Mieko’s angry expression, but heard everyone gasp when Fuji unexpectedly tripped and tumbled down, scraping up his leg. Tezuka tensed visibly and flinched when he saw Fuji go down. Mieko had balled her hands up into fists without realizing it, until she felt gentle fingers on her arm. She realized it was the coach trying to get her attention. “Mieko-kun. Do not be too hard on Tezuka, buchou. He is playing hard with them now on purpose to get the game over with as soon as possible. Tezuka told Fuji not to run the extra laps today, but he insisted, and he also insisted on playing the captain, although Tezuka tried to decline. The little one, Echizen, stepped in and offered to play the doubles set to take pressure off of Fuji. Tezuka’s play may seem harsh, but he’s doing what he thinks is best.” Mieko gained a new perspective on Tezuka. Perhaps he wasn’t all bad after all.

When she had entered the courts, several of the members elbowed each other, and one or 2 low whistles were given, but nothing else, so the 3 playing members did not notice she had been standing there for a while. Tezuka tuned to walk back to the baseline and saw her as he was stretching and rotating his arm before the next serve. He stood still and their eyes locked in mutual distain before he calmly gave a vicious serve that Echizen could not even return. She did not like whatever he had done to hurt Syuusuke but she could appreciate his ability one athlete to another. Tezuka was like a force of nature, now she understood all the accolades Fuji used to bestow upon him.

Tezuka had enough. This was becoming some kind of bizarre circus. Now the green eyed witch shows up, and he was angry that he would not be able to have time alone with Fuji after practice. It’s not that he had any more sexual activities planned, in fact he was way too worried about Fuji’s appearance and he thought perhaps he had already pushed him too far. He had simply wanted to talk to Fuji, and maybe straighten some things out between them, but she had shown up and ruined all that. Even worse, he now knew who Fuji would be going home with, probably spending the evening with her and he’d be damned if he wasn’t hurt and jealous over it. Fuji had noticed the change in Tezuka’s demeanor and wondered only briefly about the cause, Momoshiro’s slyly pointing finger made Fuji look to where Mieko stood and he now knew perfectly well what had happened. Tezuka’s next serves were untouchable. The game closed quickly and the captain stalked off the court. Fuji watched him go and felt sadness wash down over him again, hoping Tezuka wasn’t mad again because Mieko had shown up. He knew that would mean he wouldn’t be able to meet with Tezuka after everyone had gone. Maybe Tezuka thought he had made Mieko come on purpose to get out of it. Echizen appeared at Fuji’s side gazing at the green eyed girl waiting for them across the courts. “She IS hot Fuji-senpai.” As they approached, Mieko’s face fell when she got a good look at the bruise on Fuji’s cheek. “She is also not the person who hit you, is she, senpai?” Echizen didn’t wait for an answer as he walked off to get changed. Fuji came up to Mieko and kissed her cheek. “Let me guess. My sister sent you.” Mieko grimaced, “Not quite. I wanted to come, I was worried.” He nodded, “I’ll get changed right away and we can walk home together.” She smiled “That’s what I’m here for!” When Fuji entered the locker room the whole place exploded into whoops and cat calls, “she’s so hot, man you’re so lucky… wish I was you tonight…. Etc. They were all laughing and playing around, Oishi and Eiji laughing and wrestling in the corner, Fuji ignored them all and changed as quickly as he could before going into Tezuka’s locker room and knocking lightly on the door jamb, “May I come in?” Tezuka had been sitting in the large upholstered chair in the corner of the room, elbows resting on his knees while he squeezed a tennis ball, deep in thought. He hadn’t even heard Fuji come in until he heard his voice, he raised surprised eyes and Fuji was shocked to see them swimming with tears. Fuji’s heart stopped and he gasped. As fast as he saw them is as fast as they were gone, hazel swirls growing hard and cold. “Go home Fuji. You need to rest. Let Mieko take care of you.” Fuji shook his head in disbelief, he is back to hating me again. “But Tezuka. I can walk home with her and come back if you will wait.” The tennis ball in Tezuka’s hand made another squeaking sound of protest. “You should not have played, why did you?” Fuji shrugged “Because I made a deal with you, I wanted to keep it.” Tezuka’s eyes searched his, “Well I release you from it.” He meant only the extra laps, but Fuji jumped to the wrong conclusion. Fuji’s heart almost broke, “What do you mean!? That’s it? After this afternoon that’s it?” Tezuka’s eyes narrowed, “What do you want from me Fuji? You are not feeling well, that’s obvious. Just go home.” Fuji’s eyes got steely, “Fine then. I quit Seigaku. I quit all of it. This school, this team, all of it. Keep your damned video, its useless.” Tezuka couldn’t believe what he just heard. His heart raced. He wasn’t going to lose Fuji just like that, Seigaku certainly wasn’t. Fuji turned to leave, but a strong hand grabbed his arm before he could make his escape, lips next to his ear said harshly, “Don’t push me Fuji. I simply want you to go home and get some rest. You are not the only one hurt by all of this. I don’t know what you want, or what you are trying to do, but I will make you regret it.” Fuji turned blue eyes back to him, “Oh really? Prove it.” Tezuka let go of his arm, questions written clearly on his face. Fuji bit out, “Meet me here at 10 am, you can do your worst and see if you have the opportunity to make me regret it.” Tezuka gasped, shocked. Then Fuji turned and left, Tezuka watched from the window as he took Mieko’s hand and went home.