Tezuka x Fuji "Forbidden Fruit"
'Step, step, step' The steps of the third year middle schooler could be heard in the empty locker rooms, if their were another to listen. Kinimitsu Tezuka, the captain of Seishun middle school tennis team always came to practice early. But this young man had more reason to, in his mind, 'escape' to the locker rooms. That reason would just happen to be a certain spice loving sadist whom he was terribly infatuated with. Although most restless nights he would try to convince him self other wise.
Tezuka sighed to himself and sat down. He knew that he was earlier than necessary, even for the team captain. He picked up his bag to find some thing to eat. One of the down sides to being completely 'head over heals' with some one was the lack of appetite when that some one would be around. Which oddly was more often doing lunch than usual. Tezuka briefly wondered what Kikumaru had to say about that. He finally found something eatable, and apple, fuji apple at that, the irony of it all.
He chuckled to him self sarcastically, oh what sick ways irony has bestowed on him, he thought as he sank his teeth into the crisp fruit.
Tezuka fell slowly into bliss as he savored the tart sweetness, wondering silently to himself what a certain fuji would taste like.
He shook his head after swallowing his bite to rid of such thoughts. He took another bite not caring of the sweet juices trickling down his cheek.
Little did he know of the Segaku regular coming silently up behind him.
"Good morning bochou. I was disappointed that you left last period so quickly. I wanted to see you before practice started." Tezuka's breath hitched in his throat from the sensual sound of Syusuke's voice coming closer to his right ear. He felt the left side of his face being violated by the smooth touch of Fuji's fingers running against his cheek, licking up the juices from the previously eaten fruit.
"Fuji-san!" the oldest proclaimed in surprise. Oh so hard he tried to keep himself in control of his composure like he always did, but with the swimming thoughts of past fantasies mixed with lovely raging hormones he found it quite....difficult. Fiji sat behind Tezuka, placing both legs on each side of Tezuka's body. "Now Kuni-chan, no need to be so formal. Please call me by my first name." Fuji pressed his chest against Tezuka's back as he rand hi lips down the side of his neck.
Tezuka's breath staggered, but quickly pushed himself forward and away from the younger. He folded his arm together and cleared his throat so as to make the current situation even more awkward than it needs to be. "Syu-" clears throat, shakes head, "Fuji." He was back in control of him self. Eyes dead lock worth those of clear blue. "I would appreciate it if would not do...that." his voice cracked, so much for being in control.
"Really?" Fuji said slyly as he slowly made his way to his captain.
"From each side glance, each time you tension around me, I would say otherwise" he said trailing his finger up Tezuka's arm with each word.
"Syusuke..."
"Their, that wasn't so bad. Fuji cut him off than snatched Tezuka's jaw in his hand and backed him into a wall with the other.
"No Syusuke just..."
"Just what Ku-ni-can?" Fuji asked separating each syllable.
"Just..." he could the younger team mate's hot breath on his face. Lingering sweetness. He tryed not to give in, key word being TRIED.
"Just...don't stop."
"Must obey bochou's orders."
Fuji's lip's caught the others. Tezuka's pride was long gone at that moment.