Fuji/Tezuka drabble-like-thing. XD Hope you guys enjoy!
Fuji Syusuke was the master of persuasion.
With girls, all he had to do was smile charmingly and laugh, and he'd get what ever he wanted from them.
With some guys, all he had to do was smile prettily and flirt. Sometimes, he had to lean into them and touch their arms and chest. But, without a doubt, he'd get what he asked for.
With other guys, all he had to do was open his eyes and let them flash. They were too scared to say no after that.
With adults, he just had to rock back and forth on his heels and look innocent. They went weak at the knees and called him things like 'poor-baby' and 'a cute little boy' and gave him what he wanted.
And when Syusuke would walk into the apartment he and his boyfriend shared (Tezuka's parents kicked him out when they found out he was gay and Syusuke left home when his parents refused to let Tezuka move in) and start dumping wads of cash, wallets, and money clips onto the coffee table, Tezuka would simply look up from his spot on the couch and ask, "Did you have to sleep with anyone?"
And Fuji would always reply, "Didn't even have to kiss anyone."
Being a fourteen year-old con-artist with a pretty face and a gorgeous body was what got the bills paid.
Don't worry, guys. I'm currently working on the next chapter of No Matter What, I'll Always Love You. ^^ It's just taking a bit longer than I thought it would. ^^