There Comes a Time

~~~~ Brief note: Characters thoughts are noted with single quotes. Ex:
'What is he thinking?'

Also, this gets slightly rough, it's blatant sexuality, and plenty of angst. Hope you like it!

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There comes a time (all too often) when one person’s intentions intersects with another person’s perception, resulting in the most unforeseen consequences. This was one of those times………

The team workout had been hard; it had to be. Upcoming exhibition games not withstanding, the Nationals were only a few weeks away, and Seigaku’s Captain Tezuka needed everyone to be in top form. The golden pair was as tight as ever. Echizen was improving his abilities by leaps and bounds. In his own way, the little tensai had a positive effect on everyone, not the least of which was Tezuka himself and the other true prodigy in the Seigaku line up, Fuji. The 3 monsters of Seigaku. The older 2 had to continue pushing themselves because of Echizen, each of them working harder because no matter what they did, the little prince always seemed to catch up fast. Way too fast for comfort. Watching Fuji today had been a pleasure as usual. Blue eyes flashing, the prodigy was always graceful, and tennis was seemingly effortless to him. But the captain knew the Nationals would be a rough haul. Tezuka and Fuji had been friends for a very long time, team mates, and rarely, rivals. The upcoming events would be hard on his friend, and Fuji needed to work on his endurance more then anything else, so Tezuka made a mental note to speak with the blue eyed tensai after practice, most probably on their normal walk home, about how he should ask Inui to shift his training menu to reflect increased endurance.
The stoic captain went into his portion of the locker room to change, while the rest of the team slowly emptied out to go home. After changing, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to the elbow, he went to search Fuji out. The tensai was not near his locker, and Tezuka hoped he hadn’t left already, denying him the chance to have that training discussion with him. He shrugged broad shoulders, then taking a chance, he headed to the showers to see if perhaps Fuji was still showering before heading home. The showers were mainly used in the mornings by the team so they could to go to school classes clean, but in the afternoons they were often left empty as most preferred to simply leave right after practice, preferring to shower in the privacy of their own homes. Tezuka knew Fuji though. He was fastidious and sometimes, especially in the warmer months, he simply could not wait to get home to clean up. Tezuka turned the corner of the doorway into the shower room, and the sight that greeted him made the captain’s handsome face freeze as he stopped dead in his tracks. Across the room, under one of the several shower heads was one very naked Fuji, Syuusuke. That wouldn’t have been so bad, he’d seen that many times before. It was the way he saw him now that hit the captain like a fist in the gut. Fuji’s head was tilted back into the tile wall. Soft brown hair was slightly damp at the edges and clinging to an arched neck, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Arching a slender back, the hot water from the nozzle cascaded down the front of Fuji’s lithe, toned body. His right hand was slowly and with deliberation, caressing a very hard and proud cock, the other hand wrapped across his body, teasing a pert nipple. Fuji’s breath came in ragged gasps, the sleek belly alternately clenching, then lengthening with each harsh breath. Tezuka’s heart stopped beating for a half a second, a flush spread across his face as he turned to leave the room, giving his friend some privacy, when he heard his own name fall from Fuji’s lips. Tezuka stopped and stood completely still, his back still to the tensai. His eyebrows furrowed, ‘Is this a joke?’ Tezuka slowly turned to gaze back over his shoulder at the aroused Fuji. The tensai’s eyes were now half open, blue orbs watching him, glazed over in a passionate daze. In that instant as Tezuka looked on, Fuji’s orgasm hit him, he closed his eyes hips jerking forward, groaning Tezuka’s name yet again. The faint flush that had graced Tezuka’s face was nothing compared to the extreme red that bloomed now, eyebrows drew down in anger, then the captain turned and stalked from the room, snatching his duffle bag off the bench violently as he went, slamming the door to the locker room as he stormed out. The whole way home Tezuka’s face was an angry visage. ‘What kind of sick joke was that? Aren’t we friends as well as team mates? Why would he make fun of me like that?’ he shook his head again trying to understand it. ‘Why was Fuji insulting me, as if it was my fault I caught him jerking off? I was pretty sure he didn’t even know I was there the first time he said my name. Then after he saw me, knew he’d been seen, he defiantly said it again! We’ll see ………..’
Tezuka was so irritated with his friend he could barely contain himself. Hours later at home, Tezuka could not seem to function. Homework was done in a slip-shod manner, his mind refusing to leave the images from the shower alone. That night sleep eluded him. The fact that Fuji hadn’t even bothered to call him to apologize for what he had done to him, to their friendship, only made things worse. Worse still, the erotic scene, like photo still-frames continued to flash across Tezuka’s mind, resulting in more than one hard on, which he steadfastly ignored. He’d never looked at Fuji in quite that way before, and now that he had, he couldn’t seem to get it out of his mind. Shifting for the thousandth time in his sleepless bed, he decided he would punish the graceful tensai for ruining both their friendship and their working relationship. Pounding the pillow with his fist, Tezuka finally tried to claim at least 2 hrs of sleep before school.
The next morning’s team workout had both Fuji and Tezuka avoiding each other. It made Tezuka more determined then ever. ‘Not even an apology for humiliating me. How dare he? Obviously our friendship never meant that much to him’ Later in the day Tezuka made his way into the school’s administration office requesting school and club handbooks, as well as several different school forms which he placed in his tennis bag. A stern yet calm look settled upon his handsome face as he went to afternoon practices, satisfied in his decision. As soon as the rest of the team had finished their warm-ups and the normal set of laps, Tezuka called out from the sidelines, “Fuji. Another 20 laps, double time. Echizen, get your racket and warm up with me.” The rest of the team raised eyebrows but said nothing, as Tezuka’s temper was legendary and this was no big thing. As soon as Fuji had finished his additional laps, the tensai now sweating and breathing hard, captain Tezuka stopped his game with Echizen and called out, “Fuji. You’ll play me.” Fuji’s normally smiling face faded. Startling blue eyes gazed calmly into the dangerous hazel ones of his captain and long time friend. Making no comment Fuji turned to get his racket, wiping the sweat from his face as he went. His heart hurt, and he knew from the look on his friend’s face that this was far from over.
The match couldn’t even be called a match. Tezuka pulled out all stops and did not mean to simply challenge nor to teach anything to his teammate other than abject humiliation. He purposefully ran the already exhausted Fuji all around the court, continually back and forth across the baseline, then making him run to the net before scoring a point with what could be called nothing less then nasty deliberation. A stern, angry look gracing the captain’s features the entire time. The match did not last long, but after the 2nd game the entire team had already stopped to watch their captain systematically, brutally, destroy the poor tensai. This was something they had never seen before, Tezuka purposefully punishing a teammate like this, using tennis. Not even when Inui had set out to target Tezuka in the intra school ranking tournament had Tezuka responded like this. Frowning faces and soft whispers spoke of how odd this was. Fuji didn’t even try to reach the final match point, he simply stood at the centerline with a look of reproach in his electric blue eyes, gazing at Tezuka, who in turn stared back coldly. The last ball hit the ground, in the very corner of the court. Had Fuji even tried to get it, he never would have made it. Tezuka turned with the winning point and calmly walked off the court without saying a word.
“Whoa. That was rough. What’s eating HIM?” Momoshiro asked Echizen. The golden cat-like eyes had been wide with shock during most of the game, not believing how vicious Tezuka had been with a fellow teammate. Echizen was at a loss for words, merely shrugging his shoulders in bewilderment. The team wisely did not ask Fuji any questions, and Fuji wisely once again wore his normally smiling face. Filing into the locker room to go home, the team was abnormally hushed. Avoiding their captain’s private portion like the plaque, they all rushed to get changed and get out not wishing to become the next in their buchou’s crosshairs, however the tall imposing form suddenly appeared in the doorway, “Fuji. Hit the showers.” Without waiting for a response, Tezuka turned, retreating back to his locker. Fuji’s spine had stiffened with the loud announcement behind him, but he showed no other reaction. After a brief hesitation, he merely refolded the school uniform he had been about to put on, and took his towel out of the tennis bag. When the other regulars would have asked him what the hell was going on, he ignored them elegantly and proceeded to the showers. Fuji was nothing if not elegantly composed.
He could barely contain the quivering fear in his body, wondering what Tezuka would do or say next. So Fuji did his best to look as if he was calm, but there was nothing further from the truth. Lathering himself up, he thought it best to just comply with the captain’s wishes and placate him, yet he wondered just why Tezuka was so angry. He certainly didn’t mean to anger Tezuka. Of course, he had realized when he did what he did, that things could have gone badly, but he never imagined they would go quite this wrong.

There comes a time (all too often) when one person’s INTENTIONS intersects with another person’s PERCEPTION, resulting in the most unforeseen consequences. This was one of those times………

Fuji’s intentions that first day had been simplistic at best. At least to start with. He simply had been watching Tezuka play as he did most every day. For some odd reason on this particular day he just couldn’t wait to get home to release the building passion he felt for his friend and captain, a passion he had never confessed to his friend about, so he retreated to the showers, usually empty at this time of day, not thinking that anyone, (much less the object of his desire) would catch him in the act. Fuji had not even realized he had said Tezuka’s name out loud until it was too late. The sheer surprise of hearing the name fall from his own lips had caused his eyes to open, seeing Tezuka watching him with surprise written on his handsome features. Having Tezuka there before him, knowing Tezuka saw him touching himself had brought on an almost immediate orgasm, calling out his name yet again. Fuji supposed that somewhere in his fevered brain, in his heart, he had hoped that Tezuka might be turned on, perhaps even returning the feelings he had for him, but his friend had turned and left the room. His heart ached, and now Fuji was left with possibly having damaged their friendship beyond repair. This was the exact thing that Fuji had feared all this time and why he had not told Tezuka of his growing feelings for him. He knew it could be a shock for your best male friend to be having those kinds of feelings for you, he just never would have believed Tezuka to be the kind of person to be this angry about it. To tell Fuji frankly that he had no interest, to please not pursue it or do that ever again yes, he would have expected that from Tezuka, but not this kind of anger.
Tezuka’s perception of the events in the shower room was so far off from what Fuji’s intentions were, if it weren’t so sad, it might even be laughable. Fuji rinsed his tired body free of the soap, then turned his back to the door, placing his hands on the wall and leaning his forehead against the cool tiles. The cold tile felt wonderful. Fuji’s eyes closed, praying for some miracle that he would soon awaken and that this whole horrid thing had never happened just like some bad dream. He wondered what he would say to his captain, his long time friend. He didn’t even know where to begin. Trying desperately to relax he allowed the warm water to beat down on his bare back, when all of a sudden the steady stream of water stopped, turned off by an unseen hand. Blue eyes snapped open, quickly glancing right to the water taps, then behind him to see Tezuka’s back retreating to the bench across the room. Slowly standing, consciously straightening his spine, Fuji turned from the wall to face his captain, seemingly unashamed of his nakedness, blue eyes calm and flat. Tezuka was fully dressed in his school uniform. His fully dressed state in comparison to Fuji’s naked one provided no doubt as to who was in control. Tezuka sat down on the bench, in his hands were several sheets of paper and 2 or 3 soft covered books which he slammed down on the bench beside him, making Fuji flinch slightly with the sound. Fuji knew better then to say anything, from past experiences he knew that it could only make things worse, so he waited patiently, dripping water onto the shower floor. Tezuka glared at the beautiful tensai before him. Calmly standing there, elegant even in his nakedness. The blue eyes flat and unnerving. At the lush creamy skin covering leanly carved muscle. Tezuka thought, ‘Why have I never noticed that before?’ a second glance back up into the hard blue eyes brought another revelation, ‘He just doesn’t give in, does he?’ Tezuka’s resolve hardened. He opened one of the books, reading out loud for the tensai’s benefit, “Section 306-c, no excuse me, ‘B’. of the school clubs administrative code expressly forbids fraternization, as well as use of any club or club facility for promotion of romantic liaisons or sexual indiscretions of any kind.” Without looking at him, Tezuka closed that book and opened another. “School administrative code 1146 subsection d, expressly forbids sexual harassment of any kind on school grounds, as well as any sexually explicit behavior. Violation of these codes shall be cause for immediate dismissal.” Tezuka closed the books and now the hazel eyes bored into his own. “If I am not mistaken, your little show in here has crossed the boundaries of all those rules, in at least 3 ways and is cause for immediate dismissal from not only the tennis team but from this school as well, should I decide to personally press charges on a sexual harassment basis.” Fuji’s face during this diatribe went at first from confused -passing thru ashen, into downright petrified. Blue eyes looking huge in a deathly pale face. He stammered, “Sexual harassment?? I don-“ Tezuka interrupted, “Yes. Purposefully saying my name knowing I could hear and see you, while engaged in an explicit sexual act IN the tennis clubs showers, on school property, would be sexual harassment enough, added to the fact that we are of course, the same sex, and homosexuality is purely a bonus I get to tell the principal and your parents about, as well the entire team, and say….. your brother Yuuta. And if you think I am kidding, just try me Syuusuke. You didn’t even have the decency to call me to apologize. It occurs to me that getting you expelled from school, will in turn damage the Seigaku Team, something which I would rather avoid. In place of this, you will satisfy my injured pride. You will do exactly as I say, or be rest assured I WILL go to the school board, and your parents.” Fuji’s eyes swam with unshed tears, and his knees buckled. Surely Tezuka couldn’t truly mean what he just said. He had been hoping for this man’s love, but what he’d gotten instead was his hatred. Tezuka would never do that to him, would he? Could he be so cruel? They were friends. “Tezuka, Please. I’m sorry. You don’t understand.”
When Fuji’s knees buckled and he hit the floor, Tezuka’s resolve almost wavered. Seeing the lovely eyes glittering with unshed tears tore at his heart, but Tezuka’s anger and confusion over the never ending stream of Fuji-laced images flooding his head won out. “No Syuusuke, I do understand. You tried to humiliate me for having seen you. Now I will return the favor. Sit on the floor facing me, with your legs out in front of you.” “But I didn’t…” At the abject look of disbelief on Fuji’s face Tezuka reiterated, “I SAID, sit on the floor with your feet out in front of you. Understand this Fuji, Syuusuke as not only the team captain but also as the victim, I will have the right to present the principal and your family with the reasons for your dismissal, and I will do just that if you do not follow my orders without complaint.” Hard hazel eyes never left his face as Fuji wordlessly placed his bare butt on the floor, legs bent at the knee out in front of him. Tezuka watched the blue eyes as he said the next, “Open your legs wide and lean back on your hands.” He watched as Fuji hesitated only slightly, the sharp eyes of Seigaku’s captain didn’t miss the tremors that shook the slender muscled frame. This position left Fuji’s most private parts open in full view of Tezuka’s hard eyes. When it looked as if Fuji was about to protest again Tezuka cut across his words coldly. “Now…. Copulate.” Fuji’s eyes showed his complete and total shock. Gaining some perverse pleasure from hammering in the words, Tezuka flatly said, “Copulate. Masturbate. Jerk off. Or perhaps you prefer the phrase- Rub One Out. Use your hand as you did before and jerk off, Fuji. Now.” Real tears, like large glittering crystals, now slipped from the saddened blue eyes cutting twin paths down his cheeks. Jerk off? He couldn’t do that. Why was Tezuka trying to hurt him like this? He mutely shook his head until Tezuka’s left hand grabbed several of the papers that were under the books and tossed them on the floor to land between the other boy’s open and upraised legs. The titles on the form papers made Fuji’s stomach sick. “TERMINATION OF SCHOLARSHIP – DISCIPLINARY ACTION” & “EXPULSION FROM SCHOOL CLUB – DISCIPLINARY ACTION” & “REPORT OF MISCONDUCT ON SCHOOL GROUNDS” and the final one, “VICTIM COMPLAINT REPORT”. The words swam thru the tears in Fuji’s eyes. These forms were……. “Fuji, don’t make me say it again.” A small sob escaped Fuji’s throat, “Please Tezuka, please don’t make me do this.” Tezuka refused to be mollified, “Oh and why not? You thought it was a suitable activity yesterday. Are games only good when it’s you who is playing them, Fuji? Here….. you’ll need this.” He tossed a small bottle of hair conditioner on the floor, to land only 3 inches away from Fuji’s balls. When the captain saw the eyebrows crease in momentary confusion he added bitingly “For a genius you seem to lose it very quickly under pressure don’t you? Use that as lubrication, and stop whining. If I have to wait one more second I will get up, walk away and you can keep those forms, I have all the required ones at home.”
Fuji searched Tezuka’s eyes, finding no weakness in the hazel depths. From his place on the floor, with his eyes still locked to Tezuka’s own, silent tears slowly coursing down his cheeks, Fuji grabbed the small bottle, and poured some into his hand. Finally admitting defeat, he closed his eyes, forcing two more tears on their trek down his face. Slowly Fuji grasped his soft member and ran the lubricating crème along its length, gently pulling and rubbing the head to try and force some life into it. His body quivered from the cool air on his wet skin, as well as from pent up emotions and shame. Just as he was sure there was no way he would even be able to produce an erection, his eyes slid slowly open to lock with Tezuka’s again, and just the knowledge that his strong and beautiful captain was watching him made him hard and excited. Taking a deep calming breath, tears still escaping from his eyes, Fuji closed his eyes again, slowly stroking his engorged member. He replayed in his mind all the fantasies about Tezuka that he had ever had. Stroking softly, and then occasionally grazing the head, his belly clenching in response, Fuji felt his pleasure begin to stir, with Tezuka’s eyes still upon him.

There comes a time when one persons PERCEPTION intersects with harsh REALITY, causing the most unforeseen consequences….. this was one of those times…..

Tezuka could not take his eyes off of Fuji. Spread out before him on the shower room floor, now hard and stroking his cock specifically because Tezuka had demanded it of him, because Tezuka was watching him. This was not what Tezuka had planned, what his perception of Fuji’s punishment would yield. He had wanted to humiliate the tensai. He had been positive that the shock of Tezuka’s demands would leave Fuji in a heap on the floor, unable to function, and certainly unable to gain an erection. Tezuka was not sure exactly what he had thought would happen, perhaps a brief collapse and begging for forgiveness. Then Tezuka would have been placated, he would have dragged it on for a day or two more, having won his pride back, he thought then he would have gotten over it. But he had really not imagined this. Not imagined that Fuji would actually try to comply with his demands much less be able to even get it up. Tezuka had not planned on being trapped by Fuji’s hidden strength. Because Fuji had unexpectedly been able to comply, Tezuka would now be forced to sit here and watch. Forced by the nature his own brutal demands, Tezuka was now as helpless to leave as Fuji was. Worse, he found that even if he had wanted to, he could not stop watching in fascination as the boy spread out before him pleasured himself. Blue eyes opened once to lock onto his, and with a slight shudder they closed again. Now Tezuka himself was as hard as a rock beneath his uniform, and even more angry because of it.
Slowly the passion and pleasure built up in Fuji’s body. The finely formed hand worked over his hardened cock in deeper faster strokes. The cold tile floor against his butt and the harsh hazel eyes he knew were glued to his straining erection made his arousal deeper. Blue eyes opened once more as his hand gracefully stroked the head, watching Tezuka’s faintly flushed face. Those beautiful eyes watching him no matter how angry they looked, made a wave of pleasure run thru him. Fuji’s movements soon became jerky, digging his toes into the floor, his heels arched up as a small droplet of crystal dripped from his glistening head. Tezuka watched every movement as Fuji’s breathing became ragged and small gasps escaped his lips. Once more the startling blue eyes searched Tezuka’s face, soft lips whispered Tezuka’s name. Suddenly the eyes closed, and with his head tilted back, “Aaahhh….” Fuji came hard onto the shower floor.
Tezuka’s groin strained against his pants. His member pulsed uncontrollably when Fuji’s orgasm ripped thru him, Tezuka had to clench his teeth to stop a moan from escaping his lips. This was unreal. Tezuka’s anger at his body’s obvious arousal from watching Fuji was given an outlet. He thought, ‘He had the nerve to say my name yet again.’ Tezuka stood wordlessly, grabbing the books from the bench to leave the room. His whole demeanor stiff and unapproachable. Just as Fuji thought Tezuka would walk out of the room, and possibly out of his life forever, Tezuka stopped in the doorway, back still to him. “Obviously, you were not nearly as humiliated by this as I thought you would be. When you come for practice tomorrow, do an extra 10 laps in the morning,” Fuji tried to interrupt him, “Please Tezuka, just let me explain!” Tezuka continued slightly louder, as if Fuji’s words were never said, “and an extra 30 for afternoon practice, then you will play me again, and after everyone has left, you will hit the showers and wait for me without complaint. Am I understood?” This last as he glanced over his shoulder to see Fuji nod mutely. Finally the broad shoulders passed out thru the shower room doors. Fuji slowly wrapped his arms around his bare torso then curled up into a ball on the cold shower floor, sobs wracking his body, his heart broken.