Wedding Balls

Title: Wedding Balls
Author: Darth_Claire
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Beta: lady_of_water
Warnings: Mpreg, Yaoi, Sex, Cross-dressing.
Disclaimer: Pot is not mine. Neither is the pic this is based on.
Summary: Fuji’s knocked up and wedding bells are ringing! I’m going straight to hell for this…
A/N: Time line is unspecified but this is their senior year of high school and they're 18. *shakes head* I can’t believe I wrote a male preg fic. Blame, er, credit for the bunny goes to Reddwarfer. Since I have no idea what is usual for a Japanese wedding and more knowledge than I care to have about American weddings, I’m following American traditions. Thanks to skyangel2009 and argentdragon for looking over this for me. Title suggested by lady_of_water

Spawned by an insanely cute picture of Fuji and Tezuka getting married on the Tennis courts in front of a cross with a racket tied to it and Inui conducting the ceremony.

OoooooO

Tezuka Kunimitsu took a deep breath as Fuji Yuuta escorted Tezuka’s bride down the makeshift aisle on the Seigaku tennis courts. Fuji Syusuke was beaming, his short veil, adorned with pink roses, swayed in the breeze. He reached the net and the wedding party dispersed to stand in the pews. Avoiding the delighted smile on his fiancé’s face, Tezuka turned to face the officiator as the ceremony began.

“Dearly beloved,” Inui read loudly from the book he was holding. “We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of our dear friend-”

“Inui!” Tezuka barked.

“You’re on the wrong page,” Yuuta whispered. “That’s the funeral service.”

“Sorry.” Inui adjusted his glasses and flipped through the prayer book. “And the Angel said unto them, ‘Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy which shall be to all people. For unto you a child is born-‘”

Tezuka paled. Fuji grabbed the book out of Inui’s hands and flipped through until he found the appropriate section, then shoved the book back into Inui’s hands with a glare. “Do it right,” he said through clenched teeth.

Inui cleared his throat and began again. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God and tennis,” he gestured behind him to the cross, and the tennis racket tied to it. “To practice joining Tezuka Kunimitsu and Fuji Syusuke, in holy matrimony.”

“Tezuka!” Fuji snapped angrily. “Make him do it right! He’s ruining our wedding!”

“This is not your wedding, Fuji,” Inui clarified. “This is the wedding rehearsal. And while I’m on the subject, shouldn’t you wait until you graduate?”

“I’m pregnant NOW!” Fuji snarled. “I want to wear my gown before I start getting fat!”

“Nya, don’t you think that wearing a white gown is hypocritical?” asked Eiji, Fuji’s maid of honor.

“No more than Inui-senpai as a catholic priest!” Momo whispered to his fellow bridesmaid. Eiji snickered.

Inui smirked and produced a glass containing a glowing liquid. “Momoshiro, perhaps you would like to try my new juice. I call it Holy Water.”

“Get that stuff away from me!” Fuji gagged. “I’m going to be sick.”

“Everyone but Fuji, 30 laps!” Tezuka roared as his fiancé sprinted to the bathroom with a hand over his mouth. The club immediately dispersed.

Tezuka massaged the bridge of his nose, cursing his teenage hormones. When he had propositioned Fuji, this scenario had been the furthest thing from his mind. He had been careless and now he was about to be married, he and Fuji were going to become parents, and the team had lost one of its best players due to maternity leave. Tezuka had lost both his freedom and his hopes of a second National tournament in a single night.

Ooo 4 Weeks Earlier ooO

Tezuka watched Fuji undress after practice, his stomach tightening as he stared at the pale skin of Fuji’s back. Captivated by the sensuality with which Fuji performed such a mundane task, he wondered if the tensai did it on purpose. Tezuka could be patient when the situation called for it, but even he could only stand so much of his boyfriend turning “changing after practice” into “striptease”.

“Kunimitsu,” Fuji said, flashing him the smile that made his breath catch in his throat. “Get dressed. You’re still in your tennis clothes.”

Tezuka looked around and noticed that only he and Fuji remained in the locker room. He seized the opportunity and pulled Fuji to him. Fuji’s eyes opened wide in. “Play a match with me Syusuke,” he growled.

“Huh?” Fuji blinked. “A match?” He considered the request as Tezuka kissed his neck. “What are the stakes?”

“The winner gets a request from the loser.”

Fuji grinned. “And what are you going to ask for?”

“Everything,” Tezuka breathed, nibbling on Fuji’s ear lobe. Fuji pulled away and started changing back into his tennis clothes. He threw Tezuka a glance over his shoulder.

“And if I win?”

“Anything you want.” Tezuka said, confident in his victory.

Fuji smirked. “I want your hand,” the tensai said.

Tezuka ran his hand slowly down Fuji’s back. “Where would you like it?”

“In marriage.”

Tezuka blinked. Marriage! “Syusuke, don’t you think we’re a little young-?”

Fuji’s laughter rang out through the locker room. “I didn’t mean right now; I want you to propose to me. We can have the wedding whenever you want.”

Tezuka’s heart rate slowed just a little, but not much. Marriage? To Fuji? He only wanted to consummate their relationship, not make it official.

“I said anything,” he said in a tight voice. He grabbed his tennis racket and headed out to the court, resolving not to lose.

OoooooO

Fuji and Tezuka stumbled through the door of Tezuka’s room, struggling to keep their balance as their hands tugged at rumpled clothing, too hurried to do a proper job, but unwilling to slow down. Pinning Fuji against the door, Tezuka devoured his mouth with hungry kisses, fueled by the suppressed desire of the past few years. Fuji returned the kisses, one hand fumbling with the buttons of Tezuka’s shirt and the other feeling for the doorknob. His hand finally touched metal, and with a turn of his wrist, locked the door as the last button on Tezuka’s shirt popped out of its hole. Tezuka shrugged it off and took off his glasses, tossing them onto the desk. He tried to remove Fuji’s shirt, but the buttons slipped out of his grasp. Frustrate, he yanked it apart, sending buttons flying. Fuji gasped as Tezuka’s teeth sank into his shoulder.

“Mitsu!” He threw his arms around Tezuka’s neck, holding him down as Tezuka sucked and bit. Tezuka’s hands slid down Fuji’s chest to fumble with the zipper. He forced himself to focus long enough to undo the single button at the top and pushed Fuji’s pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. He stroked Fuji’s dick with one hand while he attempted to free himself with the other. Fuji arched his hips into Tezuka’s touch, nearly tripping over his pants as he tried to rest a leg on Tezuka’s hip. Holding onto Tezuka for balance, he shook one leg free and hooked it around Tezuka’s waist. Tezuka finally managed with the zipper on his own pants and abandoned the handjob to undo the button. Fuji sighed as Tezuka’s hand was replaced by the friction of Tezuka’s erection against his own. Groaning, Tezuka cupped his boyfriend’s head in one hand and pressed their lips together as he trailed down Fuji’s back.

Fuji yelped as Tezuka’s finger pushed into his ass. He pulled away from Tezuka’s lips, body arched in discomfort. Panting for breath, they looked at each other uncertainly.

“You said we could do this,” Tezuka reminded his boyfriend.

“Up against the door?” Fuji asked in a tight voice. Eyeing the bed, Tezuka tried to judge if he could make it in his current state while Fuji shifted, rubbing against him. Tezuka decided it was worth a try, and pulled Fuji across the room. The tensai followed, trying to shake his pants the rest of the way off as they stubbornly clung to his foot; he stumbled and landed on the bed. Tezuka was on him in an instant, jerking Fuji’s pants off and sucking on one of the tensai’s nipples. He fumbled blindly in the drawer of his bedside table for the bottle of lube while he teased Fuji’s nipple with his tongue. Moaning, Fuji arched his back, lifting his hips in a plea. Tezuka’s mouth moved slowly down, nipping and kissing until he reached Fuji’s erection. He took the head into his mouth and flicked his tongue at the oozing slit, grimacing slightly at the taste. Hoping it would be enough of a distraction, Tezuka pushed a now-slick finger into the tensai’s ass.

Gasping in discomfort and delight, Fuji grasped his lover’s hair tightly. He writhed and moaned, torn between telling Tezuka that his fingers were going too fast and that his mouth was going too slow. All Fuji managed was a series of unintelligible moans as Tezuka stretched and sucked. Tezuka worked his way up to three fingers, cringing a bit as Fuji tried to remove large chunks of hair from his scalp. He bobbed his head, his lips sliding along the shaft of Fuji’s cock, drawing loud moans from his inarticulate boyfriend. When Fuji began to thrust gently, Tezuka removed both his mouth and fingers, afraid that if Fuji came from this he might change his mind.

“Ready?” he asked. Fuji panted, unable to form any sort of coherent thought. He had no idea if he was ready or not, but he was painfully hard and desperate for anything that would give him some relief. Nodding as he tried to catch his breath, Fuji let his legs fall open wider, urging Tezuka to hurry. Tezuka pushed his pants down to mid thigh and coated his dick with the lube. He leaned in to kiss Fuji, slipping an arm around the tensai’s back and pulling them both upright so that Tezuka was sitting up against the headboard with Fuji straddling him. Pulling Fuji close, Tezuka stuck out his tongue to play with a nipple again, lifting his hips to rub against Fuji’s asshole.

“Is this ok?” he mumbled.

Fuji nodded; his shirt clung to his back as he sank down on Tezuka’s cock, his mouth falling open and his breath coming in long, shuddering gasps. Tezuka groaned, digging his fingers into Fuji’s hips, beyond thankful that Fuji had finally let him do this. Nestling his head in the crook of Tezuka’s shoulder, Fuji waited for his body to adjust. It hurt, but the feel of Tezuka’s hands on his skin was soothing and the pain began to slip away as Tezuka rubbed his thumb over Fuji’s hard nipple. He lifted his head up, pressing their lips together and pushing his tongue against Tezuka’s in a slow, consuming kiss. Bracing himself on Tezuka’s shoulders he began to move, lifting up and sinking back down on Tezuka’s cock in a hesitant, cautious rhythm. Tezuka slid his hands up Fuji’s chest and up to his shoulders, pushing the ruined shirt aside to suck on Fuji’s collar bone. Fuji moaned, shrugging off his shirt as Tezuka’s tongue and lips teased the spot. He felt fingers dig into his hips, urging him faster. Tezuka drove his cock deep into Fuji, unable to hold back after years of waiting. He leaned against the headboard for leverage as Fuji clenched around him, gasping for breath.

Arching his back, Fuji moaned words of encouragement as Tezuka’s thrusts became harder and deeper. He screamed as Tezuka’s erection grazed his sweet spot, clinging tightly as stars appeared in front of his eyes. Tezuka hit the spot again and Fuji came, crying his boyfriend’s name and spurting white fluid on Tezuka’s chest and stomach. He sagged against his lover as Tezuka continued to move inside of him. Tezuka turned them over, pushing Fuji back down on the bed and pinning him there with a kiss. Still dazed from his orgasm, Fuji could only lay there as Tezuka pounded into him. Panting and clenching the sheets tightly, Tezuka came, releasing himself deep inside of his spent lover.

“Syusuke!” he moaned, his body going rigid for a moment before he collapsed on top of Fuji. Tezuka lay there, exhausted, savoring the warm haze of the afterglow and the dampness of Fuji’s skin against his palms. He slid out and rolled off to the side, hugging Fuji close to him as they caught their breath.

“You let me win,” he mumbled. Fuji chuckled, wincing as he rested his head on Tezuka’s chest.

“I tried to make it a good match,” Fuji murmured. “Don’t want you to think I’m easy.”

“Nothing with you has ever been easy Syusuke,” Tezuka yawned as he drifted off to sleep with Fuji snuggled in his arms.

Ooo Two Weeks Ago ooO

Tezuka emerged from the shower, wiping the steam off of his glasses. The clubhouse was empty expect for Fuji who stood in front of his locker, lost in thought. Tezuka snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around Fuji’s waist.

“Practicing late today?” Fuji took a step back, knocking Tezuka off balance. They landed on the bench with Fuji sitting in Tezuka’s lap.

“You surprised me.” Fuji forced a laugh which Tezuka silenced with a kiss. Fuji returned it until he felt the buttons of his school uniform being undone.

“Wait,” he breathed, pushing Tezuka’s hands away and standing up. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

“Yes?” Tezuka mumbled, circling an arm around the tensai’s waist and pulling Fuji to him. He kissed the exposed skin of Fuji’s stomach as he continued to work the buttons.

“I’m pregnant.”

Tezuka froze. “You’re what?” he asked, his stomach turning to ice.

“Pregnant,” Fuji repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tezuka stared at Fuji, stunned and not ready to believe what he was hearing. This had to be a mistake. How could Fuji be pregnant? Things like this didn’t happen to him. What about their tennis careers, their senior year, their future? “How did this happen?”

“Did you miss that day of sex ed?” the tensai asked flatly.

“Are you sure? Did you see a doctor?”

“Yes!” Fuji hissed. “And did a home pregnancy test. We’re having a baby Kunimitsu.”

Tezuka hesitated for a moment. He nodded and went to his locker, avoiding Fuji’s expectant stare as he dressed. This had to be some kind of mistake. Tezuka turned to ask if Fuji was absolutely certain but the words died in his throat. His boyfriend looked at him, fear and hope intermingled in his eyes as he waited for a response. Tezuka gulped; he knew what the tensai wanted to hear. Fuji was carrying his child and he had to step up and take responsibility.

“Syusuke,” Tezuka said, his face calm and his stomach tying itself in knots. “Will you marry me?”

As the tensai flew into his arms and covered his face with kisses, Tezuka couldn’t help but feel that he was making the second biggest mistake of his life.

Ooo At the Altar ooO

That was how Tezuka had landed in front of the net with Inui ruining the rehearsal ceremony and his bride-to-be throwing up in the bathroom. The team returned from running laps and Inui resumed his position at the altar. Eiji ducked into the clubhouse and came back with the bride.

“Shall we continue?” Inui asked.

“Can’t we just go right to the rehearsal dinner?” Momoshiro complained. Tezuka silenced the gluttonous power player with a glare. Truthfully he would rather be anywhere else, but he didn’t think his stomach could handle food right now.

“Start where we left off,” Tezuka ordered as Fuji fought back a wave of nausea. Tezuka felt the beginnings of a headache as Inui continued the service. As they practiced reciting the vows, Momoshiro’s suggesting began to look more and more attractive.

OoooooO

At the rehearsal dinner, Tezuka sat alone at the bar as he often did after matches. Kawamura’s father had graciously disregarded his age and given him a congratulatory, or possibly conciliatory, bottle of sake. Tezuka watched the tensai who was laughing with his bridesmaids and eating a plate full of wasabi roles. He didn’t know how Fuji could be so calm and happy when their lives were about to be so drastically altered. Aside from the occasional mad dash to the bathroom or snappy comment, Fuji had been his usual composed self. Tezuka drained his cup. The sake wasn’t helping with his headache, or the queasy feeling in his gut, but it was doing wonders for the tightness in his shoulders.

“You ok, Buchou?” Ryoma asked, taking a seat at the bar with Oishi and Kaidoh. Tezuka frowned at his groomsmen and refilled his cup.

“I’m fine.”

“You look kind of pale.” Kaidoh pointed out. Tezuka ignored the remark and emptied his cup. The four sat in silence for a minute.

Oishi put a hand on Tezuka’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re alr-”

“The next person to ask me that gets 50 laps,” Tezuka warned them.

“The next person to ask you what?” Tezuka jerked as Fuji’s hand touched his shoulder. Fuji gave him a scrutinizing look. “Are you alright? You look a little tense.”

“I’m fine,” Tezuka said quickly. “It was just a long day.”

Fuji nodded, skeptical despite his fiancé’s assurances--even he still had trouble reading Tezuka on occasion. “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep. Tomorrow isn’t going to be any shorter.”

Tezuka nodded. “You should too.” He gathered his things and kissed Fuji good night. He turned to leave but Fuji caught his arm and pulled him back into a much deeper kiss.

“Tomorrow we get to sleep in the same bed,” Fuji whispered with a wide smile. Tezuka nodded and left without another word as the sake started to rebel.

OoooooO

The clock struck 3 am and Tezuka rolled out of the pallet and lumbered into the empty living room. Since sleep continued to elude him, it would be a better use of his time to fill out thank-you cards. Despite the short notice, most of their friends had responded to the invitations and already sent gifts, the first and most extravagant of which had been Atobe’s gift of the apartment he was living in. Ever the showman, Atobe had immediately offered him a penthouse suite in one of his family’s apartment buildings, rent free for 5 years, which Tezuka had refused--until Atobe had asked him where he and Fuji planned on living and raising the baby. With this in mind, he’d had no choice but to accept Atobe’s generosity but had argued his way down to a spacious one bedroom apartment.

He sat down at the low table and began sorting through boxes and wrapping paper. His teammates had sent mostly tennis balls and similar accessories, except for Oishi who had been considerate enough to give them a set of dishes. Most of Hyotei had followed their captain’s lead with more costly gifts of furniture, appliances, and even a honeymoon trip to a nearby hot spring resort from Akutagawa.

Tezuka carefully composed a thank you note to Oshitari for the table he was currently sitting at and opened a beautifully wrapped gift from Yukimura. He lifted the top off the large square box and stared at it.

It was a plate.

Not just any plate, a plate in the silver rimmed design that Fuji had picked out. Yukimura had just sent them their first piece of china. Tezuka bolted up from the table only to lean back down to steady the tower of presents. He looked at the other boxes from the Rikkai guests, noticing that they were all professionally wrapped in identical paper with puffy white bows. Rikkai had apparently gone on a group shopping trip to buy them china. He walked quickly into the kitchen and poured water into the tea kettle that Tachibana had given them.

China. Why on earth had he ever agreed to pick out a china pattern? That was something that adults did when they got married. Stupid teenagers who couldn’t control their libidos did NOT pick out china.

“Everyone needs china,” Fuji had insisted. Tezuka had humored him at the time because Fuji had been violently ill that morning—a little research had revealed that Fuji would be violently ill every morning for a couple of months—but he didn’t see the necessity, china was for old married people.

Tezuka dropped the box of tea as it finally sank in. He was getting married. After tomorrow, Fuji would be sleeping beside him in the bedroom and nagging him not to leave his tea cup lying around. Fuji would be inviting people over to the apartment and serving them dinner on that damned china. Fuji would be with him for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health until one of them died.

Tezuka abandoned the tea and the thank-you cards in favor of an of over-the-counter sleeping pill and his bed. It would be impossible for him to make it through tomorrow without sleep. He pulled the covers over his head and prayed to every god he knew of that the china was just a bad dream.

OoooooO

The day of the wedding was the hottest so far that summer. The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the unprotected expanse of concrete and the already unbearable heat was magnified by the humidity. Tezuka wiped the sweat from his forehead, struggling to breathe properly in the thick air. It felt like he was drowning in hot soup.

“Good luck.” Oishi said, smoothing out Tezuka’s uniform. Tezuka gave his best man a sour glare, blinking as a trickle of sweat dripped down his face. Oishi returned the glare with a sickeningly cheerful smile and went to take his place in the front row.

The tennis court was filled with their friends and rivals. Atobe and his team were in the second row behind the groomsmen. Tezuka made a mental note to thank his fellow captain again for the apartment. Atobe would brush it off and say it was the very least he could do, but forgetting to mention it would be an insult and then Tezuka would have no home to bring his bride to. Fudomine sat on the other side with Rokkaku directly behind them. One of their doubles players, Amane, was talking to Ibu and laughing at his own jokes. Amane’s partner looked like he was restraining himself with great effort.

“This is an odd location for a wedding. Getting married on a tennis court is appropriate for Tezuka and Fuji but it’s much too hot in the middle of June to be outside for an hour in the afternoon. It was considerate of them to handout water bottles but I don’t see why they couldn’t have it in the gym instead.”

“Because they wanted to be joined in the bonds of Holy Match-rimony,” Amane answered, chortling in amusement.

Kurobane finally snapped and kicked his partner in the head. Tezuka looked at the other side where Rikkai was seated behind Hyotei. The ushers, Kachiro, Katsuo, and Horio, had their hands full trying to keep a fight from breaking out as Kirihara pestered Kamio from across the aisle. Fuji had questioned Tezuka’s decision to invite Kirihara, but Tezuka had told him that inviting the whole team and leaving out one person would be insulting. Mizuki, who had come as Yuuta’s guest and the rest of Tezuka’s own club filled the remaining seats. Yumiko was playing mother of the bride and even their old captain, Yamato, had come to see them tie the knot.

In a statistical anomaly that was certain to hold Inui’s attention for years to come, 100 percent of the guest list was in attendance. All of their friends were there to support them and help them celebrate their marriage. Every last one of them would be watching with rapt attention as he and Fuji pledge to spend the rest of their lives together. Tezuka undid the top button on his shirt, tugging at the collar to loosen it. It would look sloppy to have it undone, but it was too tight around his throat and he was having trouble taking deep breaths.

Tezuka looked back at the gate as Inui took his position. The music started and Fuji appeared, wearing not only the white veil, but also a dazzling white dress which glittered in the afternoon sun. Yuuta escorted his brother and Eiji, Momoshiro, and Kawamura followed wearing their club uniforms and carrying bouquets of pink roses, but Tezuka kept his eyes on the tensai, entranced by the blissful smile on Fuji’s face. The tensai was absolutely breathtaking, so much that Tezuka literally felt short of breath. His heart was pounding and he felt light headed as though he were in a dream. As Fuji approached however, Tezuka realized that none of these symptoms had anything to do with his bride’s graceful splendor.

“Ready for the real thing, Kunimitsu?” Fuji beamed.

Tezuka fainted.

OoooooO

A shiver ran down Tezuka’s spine as something cold and damp was draped across his forehead. Chilly drops ran down his temples and into his sweat soaked hair. He was lying on a hard, narrow surface somewhere out of the blaring sunlight of the courts. His head swam as he tried to figure out where he could be.

“Kunimitsu?” Fuji’s voice called to him. Tezuka opened his eyes slowly and saw a figure leaning over him. Dressed all in white and blurred by his poor vision, the tensai looked like an angel. Perhaps he had died.

“What happened?”

“You passed out,” Fuji said in a low voice, running his fingers through Tezuka’s damp bangs.

“It was hot,” Tezuka said. “We should have held the wedding indoors.”

“I’ve seen you play hour-long matches in weather like this,” Fuji said, all traces of sympathy draining from his voice.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Tezuka reached up and took Fuji’s hand, but Fuji snatched it away.

“You’re a horrible liar Kunimitsu. You’ve been jumpy and distracted for the last couple of weeks and we’re staying here until you tell me why.”

Tezuka considered calling Fuji’s bluff, but he had just passed out at their wedding. Fuji would accept nothing less than the truth. “I was nervous.”

“You were so nervous you fainted?” Fuji asked, concerned. “That’s not like you.”

“I’m scared, Syusuke,” Tezuka confessed. “Yesterday we were training for the Nationals, today we’re exchanging vows, tomorrow we’ll be parents.” Tezuka stopped speaking, but Fuji seemed to understand.

“Kunimitsu! You should have told me!” Fuji reprimanded him.

“You have enough to worry about,” Tezuka said.

“That’s eight months away,” Fuji said sharply. “Right now I’m worried about you having a panic attack at the altar. If you don’t want to marry me, you don’t have to. I didn’t force you to propose.”

“We’re having a baby. I’m going to be there for you,” Tezuka insisted. He braced himself for another reprimand, but instead gentle fingers ran through his hair.

“I never doubted that,” Fuji whispered. Tezuka sighed leaning into the touch. If only they could stay like this forever. No wedding, no baby, just Syusuke and Kunimitsu.

“But you know,” Fuji said. “It might be kind of fun. Think about it. A little boy or girl with my eyes and your face. You can play pro for a while and I’ll take care of the baby, then when you retire, I’ll be a photographer and together we’ll teach it tennis." Fuji pressed Tezuka's hand to his stomach. “You don’t have to marry me just because of this. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Tezuka griped Fuji's hand tightly as the tension drained out of his body. “Thank you.” Fuji smiled and brushed the hair out of Tezuka's face.

“Just rest, Kunimitsu, I'll tell everyone that the wedding has been postponed.” He placed a light kiss on Tezuka's lips and left.

Tezuka exhaled in relief. He was off the hook--at least for the wedding. Fuji was still having his baby, but he could start his tennis career while Fuji took care of the child. Then someday far in the future they could get married and he would teach the child to play tennis. Their son or daughter would accomplish more than he ever could with his injured shoulder. He pictured a miniature Fuji smiling up at him after executing a graceful Tsubame Gaeshi and Fuji's own proud smile. It might be kind of nice tucking little Syusuke in before crawling into bed with big Syusuke.

Tezuka nearly laughed as a realization struck him. Finally, he understood how Fuji could be so calm. Time and time again, Tezuka had proven himself more than capable of bearing any burden placed on him, but somewhere in all the hard work and determination he forgot to enjoy himself. He had been so focused on the responsibility of marriage that the fun of it had eluded him.

Sex. In the mad rush of an unplanned pregnancy and a wedding he had forgotten that sleeping in the same bed also meant sleeping together. Tezuka jumped up and caught up with Fuji just outside the clubhouse.

“Kunimitsu? Go back and lie down.”

“I’m missing my own wedding,” Tezuka said matter-of-factly as he walked past the tensai to take his place at the altar.

OoooooO

“Do you Fuji, take this man to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, ‘til death do you part?”

Fuji beamed. “I do!”

“And do you Tezuka take this man to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, ‘til death do you part?”

Tezuka smiled warmly at Fuji. “I do.”

Inui held out two tennis balls which had been plated in gold for the occasion. “Please place this tennis ball in your partner’s hand and repeat after me; with this ball, I thee wed.”

Tezuka took the ball and pressed it into Syusuke’s outstretched hand. “With this ball, I thee wed.”

“With this ball, I thee wed,” Fuji repeated, laying the other ball in Tezuka’s hand.

Inui closed the book and looked out at the guests. “If anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The tennis courts were silent in agreement thanks to Kurobane’s hand over Amane’s mouth.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Fuji threw his arms around Tezuka’s neck and gave his new husband a deep kiss which Tezuka returned it just as passionately. Inui opened up the prayer book and started jotting down notes in the margin about how long the two were able to hold their breath.

OoooooO

Tezuka carried his new bride across the threshold of the hotel room, being carefully not to mimic the mistake he had seen so many new husbands make on TV and bash his spouse’s head into the door frame. He set Fuji down and kissed the tensai on the cheek.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Never better. Why don't you lie down I'm going to get out of this dress." Fuji went to the other room of the honeymoon suite and Tezuka took off his jacket and lay down on the bed. He would have offered to help Fuji with undressing but he did not want to presume that he was entitled to anything simply because they were married. There would be plenty of time for that and after the day he had had, he was ready to fall asleep.

“Oh Kunimitsu,” Fuji called from the door way of the bedroom. Tezuka's mouth went dry and all thoughts of sleep vanished as he beheld the tensai leaning against the doorframe in a pinup girl pose and a see-through black teddy. “Good little boys who say 'I do' get a special reward.”

Tezuka's throat and pants suddenly became very tight as Fuji sashayed over to the bed. His bride crawled towards him across the bed like a lion stalking its prey, sliding his hands up Tezuka's legs and into his shorts. Tezuka gasped as Fuji’s hand curled around his cock. Apparently he WAS entitled to a few things.

Ooo The End ooO