Hi guys! So this is the epilogue story of TFA where Tezuka and Fuji are living together in Germany. It starts a little over ten years after the kidnapping and I hope you like it! It's going to take some time to update the next one b/c of school and b/c I have army of kings to write as well and also my other stories that I have sadly neglected but will get to... As soon as my obsession for POT dies down. There will be 4 chapters to this and they are fairly long so stay with me here! If you have any suggestions, just let me know and I'll happily consider :) Thank you guys so much for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Love and all, AIR
At 25 years old, Tezuka had won several championships and national titles, lived in a large estate outside of Munich, and was engaged to the most beautiful man in his eyes. Life couldn't get any better.
Of course, he and Fuji had to overcome several obstacles in their relationship over the past ten years. They decided on which company could sponsor Tezuka and give Fuji a job at the same time so they wouldn't have to work separately. They also decided on where to live before Tezuka started earning millions and Fuji earning thousands.
The former tennis tensai's job needed some time until it started to pick up. Starting out as a sport photographer didn't make as much as being a professional tennis player. But once Fuji got promoted to head photographer and editor, he made thousands and thousands more than the average sport photographer. Adidas was a large company and Fuji was just the kind of guy they needed. On top of that, Tezuka refused to be pictured by anyone else. It had to be his perfect other half behind the camera.
Both their days starts off with work, Tezuka training for the upcoming tournament and Fuji setting up for another photoshoot with models or athletes. They spent little time together during the day, but had plenty of time to ravish in each other's love by night.
Tezuka often came home around eight o'clock, hearing Fuji playing classical music on the piano. He watched his angel touched several keys so effortlessly and beautifully. He was almost at the end of the 1sth movement of Moonlight Sonata, one of Tezuka's favorites.
Fuji shifted his attention over to his smiling fiancé when he finished the song. "Tadaima, Syusuke."
Tezuka walked over to the other man, kissing him gently. "Okaeri." Fuji whispered happily. "Are you hungry? I made your favorite." He sat up from the bench and headed to kitchen.
Fuji set the table and laid out Tezuka's favorite dish, Unacha. He also set out a plate of wasabi rolls for him and sake nigiri if the other was in the mood for sushi. Two glasses of white wine were already prepared. After laying out the food, Fuji sat across from Tezuka, staring at the tennis star lovingly.
The two ate quietly, occasionally talking about their day. Tezuka trained for three hours before heading to a conference meeting and finally interviews. He was glad to finally take a break from all the cameras in his face and spend some time with his one and only. Fuji, on the other hand, worked behind the camera all day. He did a photo shoot with a female athlete who seemed rather upset to find out that Fuji wasn't interested in girls and will probably never be available to date ever again.
Tezuka smiled at that. "Good thing people know you're mine."
After dinner, the two headed to their bedroom, sleeping rather early to prepare for another long day. Fuji joined Tezuka on the bed after his shower, relaxing in the older man's soft embrace.
"It's been a while since we've done it, Syusuke." Tezuka whispered seductively in the smaller man's ears.
Fuji felt a blush creep up his cheeks. "I know. But some other night, okay, Kunimitsu? We both have work tomorrow morning and I can't be sore or limping."
"I'll be gentle." Tezuka said quietly, kissing Fuji's neck softly.
It was hard to resist a turned on Tezuka. Especially on a quiet night. "You promise?"
His kisses became more passionate and needing. "I promise."
Fuji wrapped an arm around Tezuka's shoulder, moaning softly, his way of saying go on ahead and have your way with me.
Tezuka unbuttoned Fuji's shirt slowly and teasingly, his lips barely touching the white exposed skin. He felt Fuji's hand undo the buttons of his pajama top as well, the tender hands running up and down his bare chest. Tezuka sat up and stripped off his top, hovering over Fuji and kissing him again. One hand rummaging through the soft brown locks, the other trailing down Fuji's torso, slipping under his pants.
Fuji's whimpers and moans echoed throughout the house as Tezuka made sweet love to his angel. Just as he promised, he was gentle and slow, savoring the feeling of being inside the smaller figure beneath him.
The first time they had sex was Fuji's 20th or 5th birthday. Tezuka had taken the day off and treated the tensai to France where he let Fuji enjoy every art museum the country had to offer. Then, they had a nice romantic dinner back in Germany. Naturally, Tezuka thought that was enough to satisfy his now fiancé's desires. But Fuji wanted one more thing before the day ended; he wanted Tezuka.
At first, the tennis star opposed the idea, but saying no to Fuji was like slapping a puppy. And Tezuka was so happy his beloved had asked for it. Until that night, he thought he experienced all the great pleasures in life. Boy was he wrong. Making love to Fuji was one of the greatest things he's ever done.
But ever since their careers ascended, they hadn't had much alone time in a while. And that night, Tezuka didn't want the opportunity to slip by.
When Tezuka woke the next morning, Fuji snuggled against him and both their naked forms lay on the blankets. He gently moved Fuji's body a bit farther away from his so he could get up and get ready for training.
After freshening up, he cooked some breakfast, making just enough for his Syusuke. Then, he packed his tennis bag, remembering to bring nice clothing incase his manager decided to book another unexpected interview.
Before Tezuka left, he pulled the blanket over Fuji's smaller figure and kissed the other man good-bye. He left a note on the bedside table, hoping the tensai would see it when he woke up.
Two hours later, Fuji shut off his alarm clock and dragged himself out of bed. Last night, Tezuka was unexpectedly tame in bed. It was unusual since he liked it rough, but it made Fuji happy to know his lover cared about him.
He noticed a folded piece of paper by his phone. As he read the note left by Tezuka, a joyful smile appeared on his face:
Syusuke, breakfast is ready when you are. I hope you have a wonderful day today and I'll see you tonight. I love you
Kunimitsu
Could that man be any more perfect than he already was? Fuji pulled his clothes and headed downstairs. Just as Tezuka said, breakfast was prepared, ready to be heated and eaten. He quite enjoyed how the tennis star blended coffee. It wasn't sweet or bitter. It was perfect.
Before leaving, Fuji double-checked his bag, making sure his good camera was packed along with extra batteries and his cell phone and house key. Since both their careers paid well, the two men were able to afford two cars. However, Fuji hated high-end fancy sports cars, thinking they attracted unnecessary attention. Tezuka couldn't agree more. So the two of them drove a white Audi SUV, blending in with the public.
Fuji worked on the ninth floor of the Adidas building. It's where the most creative people worked. The offices there were decorated in modern style, white walls, fancy white tables, and white swiveling chairs. Basically a heaven colored office. Fuji didn't mind. He was glad it wasn't gray or any of those drab colors most stereotypical offices had.
He decorated his own workplace with pictures of him and Tezuka. They were nearly on every wall. His desk faced the double glass doors leading to the main lobby of their floor. His job for the day was to edit the pictures of the female athlete he pictured yesterday.
One of the reasons the managers loved Fuji was his concentration and ability to get a project done in such a short amount of time. He didn't even notice one of his co-workers entering with a surprised visitor.
"Fuji?" She asked, seeing if he noticed who stood beside her.
But the man only replied, "Mmm?"
The woman sighed and motioned for the other figure to go on ahead and talk with the man in charge of photography and editing.
When she left, Fuji nearly jumped feeling two strong arms wrapping around his shoulder. He smiled softly. "Kunimitsu." He turned his head to kiss the taller man. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to visit?"
Tezuka pulled up another chair from the side of the room, sitting beside the blue-eyed man. "I wanted to surprise you. Your break time's in half-an hour; I thought we could go eat lunch together. What do you say?"
Fuji smiled that smile his fiancé loved. "Let me finish editing, then we can go." But before he can edit the second to last picture, he realized something. "Wait, don't you have a press conference today?"
"I thought I did, too. Apparently, my manager cancelled it so I'm free until I go back to training."
"I see. Well how convenient for the both of us."
Tezuka grinned. "Yes."
The tennis star watched as Fuji's creative mind took over. He observed how the other man played with lighting and effects; it amazed Tezuka how much time Fuji spent on one picture. Even if they worked for the same company, Tezuka rarely saw Fuji in his office fully engaged on a project.
Once he finished, the two walked out of the office hand in hand. Several women squealed quietly as the two beautiful men waltz towards the elevator. They just had to swing that way. But they couldn't help but adore the two of them being together. Tezuka was much more reserved and quiet, rarely showing emotion. But when he was around Fuji, he blossoms into this prince-like figure. And Fuji… well what else was there to say? He was beautiful and stunning and flawless that some girls nearly passed out at the sight of his perfection.
They ate at a pretty popular restaurant since nothing else seemed to appeal to either one of them. And soon, they found that to be a mistake. The moment Tezuka stepped in the restaurant, sports fans surrounded him and took pictures and asked questions at the same time. So much for spending time with his angel. The waitress recognized Tezuka's uncomfortable stance and lead the couple to a more secluded table near the back of the restaurant. The manager also forbade anyone from entering the room that didn't have a table.
Tezuka sighed as he opened the menu, tired of hearing all the cheers and the flashing lights in his face.
"Don't look upset, Kunimitsu. It's because of your fans that you have a successful career." Tezuka sighed again at the truth of Fuji's words.
"I know. But, for once, I'd like to take my fiancé out on a date without being recognized and surrounded by fans. Is that too much to ask?"
The crowd became louder as more girls piled near the entrance. "I guess it is."
They ordered one bowl of Eintopf for Tezuka and one bowl of Kasespatzle for Fuji. They also asked for hot tea and water, not wanting to drink anything alcoholic since Tezuka still had training and Fuji still had work to finish.
As they ate their meals, they talked about work and Tezuka's upcoming tournament and how if he wins, it'd be his fifth consecutive title. They talked for a while, ignoring all the screaming fans. They snapped pictures whenever Tezuka smiled. It was strange to them, because even if the tennis player won a tournament, he never smiled the way he does around Fuji.
Tezuka paid for their bill when they finished eating, the public parting to let them through. Tezuka nodded respectfully to them, a silent thank you for their support. He could've sworn some of the girls fainted.
The two shared one more kiss by the entrance of the company building before parting ways. Fuji's coworkers on the ninth floor spied on the two of them, giggling at how soft Tezuka was around his fiancé.
When Fuji stepped off the elevator, one of the directors called out, "Hey, Fuji! When are you and Tezuka getting married?" Everyone else chuckled, while the blue-eyed man just smiled.
"Soon." He answered. I hope.