Catch My Fall

Chapter 7: It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you, though I see you weeping so sweetly. I think you might have to take another taste, a little bit of hell this time.

The first coherent thought Tezuka had upon waking up was that he never wanted to leave his bed. They had both shifted during the night, and Fuji was practically sprawled across his body. He was pinned underneath fifty-four kilograms of naked Fuji and he had no complaints, or intentions of moving, whatsoever. He shifted enough so he could play with Fuji's hair. It helped him to concentrate on Fuji's situation.

It seemed that there was a someone in Fuji's past that didn't know how to leave well enough alone. This man had put Fuji's first date in the hospital in a coma. Tezuka wasn't sure if that was the only incident, or if there were others, but he didn't like it one bit. He just didn't know exactly what to do. It was possible that the song request was a coincidence. However, he was skeptical. The lyrics were downright creepily possessive. Tezuka kissed Fuji's forehead, arms holding Fuji even closer than before, and tried to ignore how these gestures could be perceived the same way.

He felt like almost falling back asleep when the phone rang. Grumbling, he reached over to get hoping his annoyance didn't seep into his tone.

"Hello."

"Tezuka-san, it's Fuji Yuuta"

"Yes?"

"May I speak to Syusuke?"

"Wait a minute."

Tezuka nudged Fuji with his free hand. "Fuji, your brother's on the phone."

Lifting his head sleepily, Fuji blinked a few times in Tezuka's direction. "Hmm?"

"Your brother," Tezuka repeated, offering Fuji the phone again.

Fuji took the phone from him, placing his head back down on Tezuka's chest, and put the phone to his other ear.


"Yuuta?" Fuji asked, curiously. Tezuka went back to playing with Fuji's hair and watched him as he smiled at something the brother must have said.

"I was sleeping." It was nice to hear Fuji's voice sound so light-hearted. He was worried about how upset Fuji seemed last night.

"Yuuta!" Fuji started laughing at whatever Yuuta had said, and Tezuka wanted to know, but before his curiosity got the best of him, Fuji began running his fingers all over the skin of his abdomen.

He felt his breath hitch, as the circles Fuji was drawing on his skin got lower and lower until they were mere millimetres away from his groin.

"Fine. Yes, in the same bed. Geez, why do you want to know this about your brother?" Tezuka glared at the back of Fuji's head, and reached down to still the hand that was driving him crazy. Fuji lifted his head up, for a moment, and looked at him with a mischievous grin on his face.

He didn’t know why he knew, but that grin told him that he was in trouble. Fuji winked at him once before sticking his tongue out and licking his nipple. Tezuka glared at him again while nodding at the phone.

"Of course not. I haven't worn those shorts once!" Fuji licked his nipple again as Tezuka's eyes widened at the last comment.

"Liar," Tezuka grumbled as Fuji rolled onto his stomach so he could play with Tezuka's entire upper body.

Yuuta had apparently heard him because the next thing Fuji did was roll his eyes and admit. "Fine, I wore them once. I had no choice!"

Tezuka wasn't inclined to believe that, but he didn't say anything else because Fuji's tongue was tracing the outline of his navel.

"Well, I remember when a certain brother of mine was caught with his pants around his ankles and a certain someone's face attached where my brother's knickers should have been."

Choking back the laughter that almost erupted, Tezuka found himself transfixed by Fuji. He was not only teasing him wickedly during his chat with Yuuta, but the Fuji who was now chatting with his brother was happy and he wanted that more than anything else.

"I have to wear those. Have you ever tried wearing boxers under leather pants?" Tezuka looked down at Fuji and wondered if he would get a chance to see Fuji in whatever undergarments he was referring to. Fuji licked his lips as he stared back before giving him a wet kiss right below his navel.

"I do NOT dress like a slut," Fuji said with a smile on his face, before speaking to him. "Right, Tezuka? Tell Yuuta."

Fuji held the phone so he could speak into the receiver and continued kissing him, this time on the neck. Tezuka tried to ignore the teeth scraping against his throat and said, "I have no complaints about how Syusuke dresses."

Pleased with his declaration, Fuji took the phone back. "See? How does that prove your point? Yuuta!!"

Tezuka closed his eyes and wished that the phone call would end before Fuji got more adventurous, but somehow he knew that he wasn't going to be very lucky.

Just when he thought he might have been too hasty in his judgment of the situation, those damned fingers were tracing a line up the underside of his cock. His eyes shot open to stare at Fuji, who was looking at his face, smirk playing on those wet lips.

"What makes you think he got into my pants?" Fuji's tongue followed the same path as his finger had. Tezuka gasped at the sensation, and forced down the urge to beg Fuji to put down the damned phone.

"Well, maybe I got into his. Don't get mad at me, you asked." Fuji rubbed his cheek against his erection as he continued to tease both him and his brother.

"I've something important I need to do," Fuji said with a gleam in his eyes as he licked him again. "Is there something you need?"

Tezuka could have yelled his thanks as he heard the conversation begin to wind down. It wasn't that he minded that Fuji wanted to chat with Yuuta, but Fuji was also making it very difficult for him to think about anything but that mouth on his cock.

"Breakfast? I don't think so. Actually, I've something mouthwatering in front of me right now and I can't wait to have it," Fuji emphasised that point by licking Tezuka's sac as he at groaned Fuji's choice of words. "How about lunch? Dan Taichi's place? I know he's high-strung, but he makes good ramen."

Fuji rested his head on his hip, and ran his thumb over the wetness on the tip of his cock.

"Bye, Yuuta," Fuji said and hung up the phone, tossing it aside. Tezuka didn't even have a chance to speak before Fuji placed large open-mouthed kisses along his length. He felt his hips thrust up as Fuji let his cock slide past those lips, licking and sucking him. It felt good. It felt better than good. It was brilliant, but he wanted to be able to touch Fuji, too.

As he grabbed the bunched up sheets next to him, he felt Fuji's leg brush his knuckles and then he knew what to do. "Fuji," he panted out as he tried to guide Fuji to move so he was over him completely. Fuji looked at him, and he almost moaned at the sight of Fuji's lips wrapped around his erection, before his eyes widened in realisation.

Fuji moved till he was on his hands and knees, cock hovering over Tezuka's mouth. He found himself wetting his lips in anticipation. Tezuka gripped Fuji's arse, rubbing circles around his entrance as he took Fuji's length in his mouth. He closed his eyes as taste danced on his tongue, making him want more, need more. He sucked hard, loving how good Fuji felt on top of him, the suction on his cock, and the one in his mouth, and his hands feeling every centimetre of that beautiful arse that he couldn't keep his eyes off of.

He slid one of his fingers into his mouth, sucking it along with Fuji's prick, until it was wet, and then he brought it back to Fuji's entrance, just pressing it slightly inside. Fuji bucked, thrusting his cock deep into Tezuka's mouth, moaning around his length, and came. Tezuka swallowed reflexively, holding onto Fuji's hips until he was completely spent. Fuji's moans vibrated around his cock, sensation so intense his body tensed as he spent himself in Fuji's eager mouth.

Licking his lips once more, Fuji turned and crawled up the bed to collapse on top of him. Tezuka kissed Fuji, sucking on his tongue, savouring the taste before he smiled tiredly at Fuji, who grinned back.

"Morning, Tezuka," Fuji said cheekily when he could breathe properly.

Tezuka rolled his eyes, and replied, "Morning, Fuji."

"Can we just go back to sleep?" Fuji asked in a playful tone.

Tezuka turned to look at the clock, and sighed. "Unfortunately, no. You have to meet Yuuta and I, Atobe."

Twisting his body a little, Fuji looked over at the clock. "Set the alarm for an hour from now."

Before he even realised what he was doing, Tezuka found himself doing exactly as Fuji had asked. "Only for you would I do this."

Half-expecting a cheeky reply in return, Tezuka was surprised that Fuji's face softened for a moment. "I know."

Feeling that the moment suddenly became too loaded for either of them, Tezuka pulled the sheet back over them and they fell back into a light sleep.


The hour nap turned out to be a two-hour nap that left both of them hurrying to avoid being late. To this end, they decided to save time by showering together, which, in actuality, wasn't the best of ideas. Fuji gave him a kiss good-bye and left with thoroughly flushed cheeks to meet his brother who, Tezuka hoped, wouldn't be able to guess what had caused Fuji's delay.

Tezuka tried to school a look of annoyance and disinterest before he made his way down to the club. The last thing he needed was to deal with the smug look that would undoubtedly be on Atobe's face.

Taking a deep breath, Tezuka opened the door and walked inside. He wished he'd bought a second coffee. He was already halfway done the one he had.

Atobe was sitting at the table with a coffee in his hand, looking up at him expectantly. "So, how was he?"

Scowling, Tezuka sat down across from him and crossed his arms. "I wouldn't know."

Laughing in disbelief, Atobe shook his head. "Bullshit, Tezuka. For the last two weeks, you've had the look of a dog chasing after a bone he couldn't reach. Today, my dear Tezuka Kunimitsu, you have the look of someone that has had as much bone as he could handle."

Tezuka rolled his eyes. "You really need to stop spending so much time with Echizen."

"Which one?"

"Either. Both. Nanjiroh is the biggest pervert in the entirety of Japan and his son is following dutifully in his footsteps."

Atobe smirked. "True enough."

Sighing, Tezuka reached for the newspaper and read for a few minutes before something came to him. "Atobe?"

"Ready to tell me all of the sordid details?" Atobe smiled, mock-polishing his fingernails on his shirt.

Tezuka glared, to no effect, before he decided to just ignore Atobe's remarks. "Do you think we can hire a man for the door?"

He didn't bother to explain the situation, because it was likely what the detective Atobe hired had dug up.

"He told you."

Shrugging, Tezuka looked down at his cup. "Parts of it. Not all, I'm sure."

Atobe nodded. "I know just the person. He can't start until Tuesday, but he's reliable. Well, he's definitely not someone to mess with."

Curious, Tezuka asked, "Who is it?"

"Akutsu Jin," Atobe said causally as he looked in the other direction.

Tezuka stood up. "Akutsu Jin? That Akutsu Jin? The one that almost got expelled for trying to use his guitar to pummel the guy who played off-tune in his band?"

"He's strong and available."

"He's also has a hair-trigger temper and issues with authority."

Atobe sighed. "I'm doing this as a favour for Echizen."

"How is this a favour for Echizen?"

"You know the little friend of his, Dan Taichi? The one with the restaurant?"

Tezuka nodded in acknowledgment.

"Well, Akutsu's been nailing Dan for, what, eight years now and it seems that he got fired from his last job. Apparently, Dan's barely able to walk because Akutsu's got a lot of, how should I put this delicately, pent up energy."

Tezuka groaned. He didn't want the image of either of those two in his head. "Fine. As long as his pent up energy doesn't find new releases here."

Atobe smirked. "No one would dare, Tezuka. The glare you sent the last guy that tried to touch him was enough so he ran right out here within minutes."

"I didn't glare at anyone."

"Don't lie. It's sweet. My little Tezzie-chan has finally grown up and fallen in love," Atobe said as he messed with Tezuka's hair.

"Haven't I told you never to ever call me that?" Tezuka didn't know why he still talked to Atobe some days because he often felt the urge to kill him.

Atobe smirked. "Those were the days. Ore-sama could have made it big, right Kabaji?"

"Usu."

"Too bad, Tezzie-chan hated the fan girls."

"Atobe."

"It would have been the greatest band ever."

"Kei-chan."

"That won't work on me, Tezuka. I never cared what they called me as long as—"

"Oh, just shut-up," Tezuka snapped. Atobe grinned wider at him.

Tezuka didn't want even know what Atobe was going to say next, so he was grateful when Fuji showed up less than a minute later.

However, that changed when he saw the look on Fuji's face. He got up and led Fuji to a secluded part of the club, away from Atobe's prying ears.

"Fuji?"

Fuji leaned against him in a now familiar gesture that meant he needed a little comfort. "Yuuta told me that someone broke into our parents home."

Tezuka hugged Fuji close. "It could be coincidence."

Fuji shook his head in disagreement. "All that was stolen was my first cactus. I had given it to my mother when I moved away from Japan."

Sub-consciously, Tezuka's arms tightened their hold. "I see."

"I don't want him to hurt you."

"He won't."

Fuji looked at him in disbelief. "How can you know that?"

"I can't protect you if I allow him to hurt me. I will always protect you, therefore I won't allow him to hurt me."

Smiling bitterly, Fuji said quietly, "You make it sound so simple."

To Tezuka, it was and he said as much. "Starting Tuesday, we'll even have someone at the door."

Fuji frowned. "I do nothing but make your life more complicated."

"I don't mind." Tezuka decided that any more discussion would lead to Fuji becoming more upset, so he kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Thank you, Tezuka," Fuji murmured against his lips.


Even though it seemed that everything had settled down, Tezuka had a bad feeling that it was merely the calm before the storm. Fuji hadn't wanted to leave his side, so he stayed at the bar until an hour before he was supposed to go on. Two minutes after Fuji disappeared out back to the changing area, Sakuno and Tomoka ran to the bar, urging Tezuka to go and see to Fuji.

Tezuka left Tomoka in charged and hastily ran outback to see what the problem was. Fuji was standing there, not talking or saying anything, just staring at the floor. He looked down and saw why. On the ground was a large cactus, completely mangled on the floor. The pot it had been in was destroyed, shattered, and embedded in the spines was a photograph of a smiling boy he didn't recognise.

"Fuji?" Tezuka asked as he stepped closer to him. The minute Fuji saw him, he back further away.

Pointing at the picture, Fuji said, "Akutajawa Jirou. I met him abroad. He had a crush on me. I-I was his tutor. He did excellently on a paper he worked hard on and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Th-that was our last session. The next day, he was…his mind was gone. All he does is smile and sleep."

"Fuji, come here," Tezuka said, offering his hand out to Fuji, but it was refused.

Shaking his head, Fuji backed away again. "He'll only hurt you if we're together."

"No, he won't."

"DID YOU JUST HEAR WHAT I SAID?" Fuji yelled. "He'll hurt you."

Tezuka refused to let Fuji try to protect him that way. He tugged Fuji's arm until he was holding him. Tezuka could feel how fast Fuji's heart was beating, and he rubbed soothing circle over Fuji's back. "I'll be fine. It's okay, Fuji."

Fuji slumped against him in defeat. "I don't want him to do anything to you."

"I won't let anything happen," Tezuka said reassuringly. He wasn't exactly positive, but Fuji was worth the risk.

"We need to get to work," Fuji said regretfully. "I'll be fine if I can just get on stage. I hope no one minds if I choose songs with colourful language."

Tezuka kissed Fuji's forehead. "I don't think they will."


As he watched Fuji play his last song, Tezuka sighed. Hopefully, when they were in bed that night, he'd be able to get Fuji to reveal the rest of the story. He looked over at Fuji's face as he got off the stage and knew something was wrong. Fuji mouthed goodbye and hurried off knowing he couldn't exactly follow. Sakuno came up to him seconds later with a note. It was from Fuji simply telling him that he was going to stay at a hotel till he found his own flat. He didn't want Tezuka to get hurt. He cursed silently and he watched as the time slowed to a crawl. As soon as he got home, he was going to call Atobe and then go search the local hotels till he found Fuji.


He had just barely hung up with Atobe, when he heard a frantic knocking on his door. He opened and was shocked to see Fuji standing there completely soaked wearing nothing but a partially open, wet yukata. He pulled Fuji inside, and into his arms, trying to calm the almost petrified Fuji.

Tezuka listened as Fuji told him in halting words about getting a coffee before finding a nearby hotel. He had watched television for twenty minutes before he decided to bathe. When he came back from his bath, the door was covered in paper notes, each with the words, You Belong To Me.

"Shh, Fuji, you're safe with me," Tezuka said quietly. Fuji gripped him tightly as he nodded into his chest.

"I know." Fuji's voice sounded small, so very unlike him, and he didn't know exactly where to go from there. The decision was made for him when Fuji reached up and kissed him, rubbing against him. He heard the echo of his words last night. Distract me a little.

Tezuka pulled back to look at Fuji seriously. "If we…"he said trailing off, "This can't just be a distraction."

Smiling at him, Fuji replied as he moved toward the bedroom with him. "It's much more than that."