No owning of the Prince for me~ D:
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"Fuji, you're not even trying." Tezuka's voice was accusing and sharp.
"Of course not." Fuji replied, collapsing onto a bench and picking up his water bottle. "It's almost a hundred and ten degrees, We've already done three and a half hours of practice, and I'm exhausted."
He took a drink of water, then poured it over his face. It soaked his shirt, making the fabric stick to his well defined chest.
"Just give it a rest, Kunimitsu."
Tezuka frowned disapprovingly from the court.
Fuji cracked one striking blue eye open and smiled. "Come here and kiss me."
Tezuka scowled slightly. "No."
Fuji sat up a little and tilted his head slightly. "Why not?"
Tezuka bounced a tennis ball against the court under his feet once. "Because I want you to come over here so we can continue with this match."
Fuji sighed heavily. "I don't think I can move my legs, 'Mitsu."
"You're exaggerating."
"Come carry me."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with sugar on-"
"No."
Fuji sighed and wiggled his body slightly. "'Mitsu!" His voice came out slightly whiny and demanding.
"Don't whine at me, Fuji." Tezuka said, his patience wearing thin.
Fuji tilted his head and let a pout set onto his lips. "Why don't you ever call me by my first name? We're dating. And I call you by your first name."
Tezuka sighed quietly. Taking care of Fuji was a chore that he sometimes wished he didn't have to do. But he loved the boy. So it was okay. "Syusuke. Will you please come over here?"
Fuji raised an eyebrow. "I said my legs don't work, remember?"
Tezuka sighed and walked forward. "Fine. You've left me no choice."
He took Fuji by the waist and hauled him over his shoulder.
Fuji let out a very unmanly squeal and gripped fistfuls of the back of Tezuka's jersey. "Tezuka!"
Tezuka carried him back onto the tennis court and placed him lightly on his feet in front of him. "You said your legs didn't work."
Fuji looked up at Tezuka, eyes a bit wide. He was leaning into him slightly with one hand braced against his chest.
He lifted his free arm and draped it over one of Tezuka's shoulders. "Kunimitsu..."
With his hand that wasn't holding his racket, Tezuka brushed Fuji's hair out of his eyes. "Yes?"
"I want you to hold me close and kiss me like you mean it."
Tezuka eyed him for a moment. "If I do as you've asked... As you've demanded, then will you play a proper game with me?"
Fuji simply nodded.
Tezuka dropped the racket he held in his left hand with a loud clatter. His arms circled around Fuji's waist and pulled him closer. He bowed his head and pressed his lips against the other boy's.
It was a soft, gentle kiss. Like they all were.
Fuji pulled away a little. "I said, 'like you mean it', Kunimitsu."
Tezuka's eyes flickered with some unknown emotion. He spun them and backed Fuji up against the nearby fence. He placed his hands on Fuji's neck and tilted his head up with his thumbs. "I love you, Fuji Syusuke."
Fuji smiled. "I love you, too."
Tezuka ducked his head again and kissed him, this time with a slightly rougher and more possessive edge. His tongue demanded it's way into Fuji's mouth and explored it.
It was like a dance. Swift, struggling for dominance. A dance, or a sword fight. It was a fight that Tezuka won. Fuji just melted into his arms and let Tezuka do whatever he damn well pleased.
Tezuka ghosted his hands down Fuji's sides and up under the edge of his jersey.
Fuji arched into the touch, a quiet whimper breezing through his lips.
All too soon for Fuji's liking, Tezuka stepped back, a faint smile tugging on the corners of his lips. "Play me a good game," He turned and started back onto the courts. "And I promise, you'll get what you want later."
Fuji blinked and stared before pushing himself forcefully off the fence. "Bastard." He muttered, stalking to his side of the court.
Oh, he'd play good. So good, in fact...
He was going to win.
:3 Hope you liked it~ Sequel, or no?
^^; It's been a while since I've written a nice Fuji/Tezuka pairing. :D
Sequel, or no?