Disclaimer: Lick.
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"Why did you do it?"
A tender, breezy sigh; a pair of lips on his cheek. Blue eyes slid closed, exhausted, as the head rested on a shoulder; it would always be there, and he cherished the warmth. There were some things that he could never take for granted, even if he tried, and now, when he was most tired, such was unthinkable. He stayed in that position, pulling at the patience, knowing full well that it would stretch as much as he wanted.
It was a familiar game: A hand met his, and they clasped so that their arms were linked; they made a chain out of themselves. His hand, cradled among fingers, palm, the meaty heel; another kiss, soft on his cheek. Measuring his words with a careless grace, he replied, "You already know..."
"Tell me." A squeeze of his hand. Fuji almost purred. "Why you do this...why you hurt yourself, for a bit of fun. Always."
"I'm a predator playing with its prey," he murmured, tilting his head back, just so, and the lips slid down his face, halted at the chin. Right over the bruise, working a salve. "There's nothing better than...the ecstasy." His breath hitched, as the lips seemed to freeze; the hand paused for a moment, so that his hand was clenched in stone. With a movement akin to smirking, he opened his eyes, aqua blue, to stare upwards at the cool, cool hazel. "And to win... It's like flying."
"Worth the effort," was the reply. "Especially when you slip."
Fuji nodded. "You would know, wouldn't you, Tezuka."
"Aaa."
Another squeeze of the hand, and Fuji lifted himself from the shoulder, slightly, just a minute distance to turn around and take hold of the other hand, the one not holding his. "It's like flying through fire. It brings me back for more." Tezuka pulled back to look at him, contemplating those words.
And he said, levelly, "That's why you do and not try."
"Exactly," said Fuji, leaning in a fraction, sharing the gap. Tezuka took his portion, tilted his head and craned his neck to receive the kiss.
"Thrill is like sweet fire."
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PT: Oh hey, look, TezuFuji going poetic on my ass. Or the other way around. Aha, the thing is, now that I'm a high schooler on a team, and a team that actually competes in Nationals—and wins—I can appreciate the camaraderie and hard work and perseverance that comes with being on one, hence my newfound appreciation of stuff like Prince of Tennis and Warriors. At some point I thought about writing this as Thrill Pair, but then I liked how it went as it was, and I'm happy with the result.