This is my drabble answer to Lovefujitez's one-word prompt!(Over lj) The word was 'Serendipity'

Title:Love Chain [Prompt 1: Serendipity]
Pairing:ZukaFuji. Duh.
Genre:Fluff (You need a magnifying glass to see the angst for this chapter)
Rating:T for Tezuka moaning.
Disclaimer:If they were mine, they would be married by now.
A/N: This is my new project: the ZukaFuji Love Chain! To keep spreading the love, I will write one drabble on ZukaFuji every... week? I'll try, at least. All you need to do is give me a one-word prompt and I will write something about it ^^ Please help me spread the love~ Thank you~

~Serendipity~

Tezuka sat alone in the clubroom, his right hand gripping his throbbing left arm. Outside, the skies were crying salty tears of rain, incessantly. Sometimes, lightning would strike, enlightening the lone man's figure as the thunder followed shortly after. And Tezuka found it rather surprising that the weather completely matched his mood tonight. Another shock of pain ran through his injured arm as he tried to move it, making him unable to hold back a grunt. He gripped his shoulder so tightly that his knuckles turned white and yet, he found it wasn't nearly enough to subdue the pain. After his match with Sanada, somehow, his arm's old wound opened up again, and to his misfortune, it came twice as often. It was mostly when the temperature would drop, as it did right now because of the thunderstorm, that his arm would hurt the most. Slowly, it became numb and, bathed in his agonizing pain, the tall youth failed to hear the door open. Wet footsteps that made the floor screech approached him, but he was oblivious to it all, his only thought being that he can no longer move his entire left shoulder. Sweat rolled down his face as he imagined himself unable to hold a tennis racket anymore. His composure was gradually wearing thin.

"Tezuka…" startled, said man looked up. As the sight of Fuji dawned on him, he hastily stood up, doing his best to act normal. "What are you still doing here?" he tried to sound reprimanding despite his strangled voice. "Practice ended an hour ago."

"I was cleaning the class with Eiji. It's our turn this week," he explained. "He went on ahead since I forgot my umbrella in the clubroom. And seeing you struggling alone like this, I'm glad I did." Tezuka looked downward so as to not show his agonizing expression. Fuji's smile disappeared. "Why didn't you tell me it started to hurt again?" he demanded.

By now, Tezuka's breathing was ragged. "There is no point…" he paused to catch his breath, "in making you worry over trivial matter…"

"Sit," came Fuji's strict order. He gestured to the bench near the window, his face betraying his anger. "Don't move," he snapped in the same way he did when Tezuka sat down.

And Tezuka couldn't move even if he wanted to, frozen still when Fuji tore his jersey off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare. He watched as the prodigy grate his teeth together in disapproval when he saw his abominably bandaged shoulder. The smaller man un-winded the white cloth from around Tezuka's arm and gently traced his finger down his elbow. The taller man couldn't help but stiffen under the feathery touch. Fuji sighed. "Relax" he told him. Tezuka tried his best to comply, but every time he felt Fuji's calloused finger running up and down his bare arm, he couldn't help but flinch. The unknown sensation was slowly getting to him.

After many failed attempts at calming his nervous captain, Fuji lost his patience and decided to skip that step. He placed both his hands on the bespectacled boy's shoulder and began rubbing the stiffened skin. He gently squeezed the flesh in between his thumb and his index finger with his right hand while the other rubbed Tezuka's forearm up and down. The latter sighed in satisfaction as the pain started to drift away.

Fuji, seeing him relaxing, fisted his hands and began to stroke his shoulder lightly. Tezuka lowered his head as to give him better access to his skin. "Harder…" he whispered repeatedly, since the genius was being too gentle with him and he desperately needed more. "Mmm…" he moaned in pleasure as Fuji increased both his strength and his pace. The small boy lowered his head and, every time he breathed, his breath would hit Tezuka's neck, turning him on a little more each time.

"Ne Tezuka," said man visibly flinched as Fuji's hot breath hit that sensible spot next to his ear. "Do you love tennis so much to injure yourself over and over again for it?"

The taller man grunted in lust as his sweet spot was stimulated over and over again each time Fuji spoke. "Yes," he finally managed to answer, his voice a little shaky. "Tennis is my passion and…" he panted slightly as the numbness in his arm was gone, his mind frozen instead. "And it's the only way to make you notice me…"

The hands stopped their pace and Tezuka immediately regretted what he had just admitted. Reluctantly, he turned around, his hazel orbs staring into Fuji's widened cerulean ones. For the first time, the dignified captain feared the answer he would get.

"Do you mean what you just said?" Fuji's hopeful eyes demanded the truth.

Tezuka nodded. He couldn't lie to the prodigy after all.

And to his complete astonishment, Fuji grinned mischievously at him. Overjoyed that Tezuka returned his feelings, he bent down and whispered seductively in his ear. "If that's the case, I'm yours."

Snap. Tezuka's composure just fell apart. The next thing he knew, he was pinning Fuji to the wall, kissing him senseless. His tongue forced its way in Fuji's mouth, tasting every part of it. The smaller man wrapped both his arms and legs around Tezuka's frame, desperately pulling him closer. Even with every cell of their bodies pressed together, they felt like they were still too far apart. Tezuka learned that Fuji had been just as aroused as he was. They had been lusting for each other for over three years, and three whole years of unresolved sexual tension is bound to overwhelm them at some point, right?

Outside, the clouds dispersed, letting one last droplet of rain escape and splatter on the ground. Tezuka noticed that his mood had drastically changed, just as the weather did. How fitting, he though, before turning his attention to the demanding boy in front of him. He felt like it would be late at night before they would leave the clubroom.

~End~

A/N: If you have the time, please leave me a comment with a one-word prompt to keep this Love Chain going~! ^^