Disclaimers: If I owned PoT, it wouldn't be an anime suitable for children.

Ratings: PG-13

Warnings: Yaoi, prostitution, swearing

Pairings: FujiRyo

A/N: Ah, sorry sorry, I was too busy reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to write a chapter xD

Chapter Two:

"Prostitute?" Fuji couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, his smile never wavering.

"Prostitute." Confirmed the man in front of him, as he pulled his cap lower over his eyes.

"Hmm, men or women?" Fuji asked after a moment's thought.

"Mphf." Ryoma mumbled into his can of Ponta.

"I can't quite hear you."

"Men." Ryoma said, loud enough for it to echo around on the inside of the Ponta can.

"Oh, interesting. Top or bottom?"

"Bottom." Fuji couldn't tell but he was certain Ryoma was now blushing.

"Wouldn't it be worse to be a prostitute then play tennis? I mean the stress on your shoulder and knee…." Fuji's voice dripped with mock concern.

"I guess not." A third can of Ponta was put on the bar.

"Well you know, I guess if you have the right techniques it wouldn't hurt much. How much does it cost for one night with you?" Hiromi was practically rolling on the floor laughing as Ryoma turned to stare at Fuji.

"Why are you so interested?"

"No reason." Said the tensai; smiling sweetly at the scowling man before him.

"Fuji-senpai, do you still play tennis?" Asked the younger man after a few moments of tense silence.

"Do you still have Karupin, Echizen?" Now it was Ryoma's turn to raise an eyebrow as Fuji lifted his drink to his lips and took a big gulp.

"Yeah, I still have Karupin. Do you still play tennis, Fuji-senpai?" Fuji shook his head, eyes opening slightly as he called for another drink.

"Sachiko made me quit." He said, the smile finally slipping from his lips.

"Who's that?" Ryoma pushed his half empty Ponta away, turning to look at Fuji full on.

"My wife." Fuji twirled his empty glass around, watching the wet tracks it left on the bar.

"You got married?"

"Yeah. Ne, Echizen, you never answered my question."

"What question?" Ryoma asked, getting up from the stool with a yawn.

"How much it costs to have you for one night." Eyes the color of molten gold narrowed at Fuji's pleasant face.

"You don't mean…?" A nod answered Ryoma's unfinished question. "Fuji-senpai! That's gross!"

"Gross? That's hot!" Hiromi had appeared behind Ryoma's shoulder, the top of her forehead and her eyes peeking at Fuji curiously as she hid behind the man, arms encircling his neck.

"Tch. Mada mada dane, Fuji-senpai."

"I don't see how that's relevant, Echizen-kun." Fuji smiled as he held up a large wad of cash.

"Ne, Fuji, exactly how rich are you?" Hiromi asked, leaning forward, choking Ryoma in the process.

"It doesn't matter how rich you are, go find someone else." Ryoma commanded, walking from the bar as fast he could.

"I feel somewhat offended." Fuji said, smiling as he pushed his money into his pocket.

"Wow, Fuji, you're the first customer he's ever turned down." Hiromi's eyes shone with a mixture of respect and suspicion. "He must either really hate you, or he must respect you. You seemed friendly enough, so I think it's the second."

"Ah, well, I'm going to go look for a hotel room, then call my lawyer." Starting towards the door, Fuji was stopped by Hiromi.

"I own a house with an apartment attached to it. There're two separate apartments in one building. Ryoma-sama lives in one. You could live in the other. It doesn't cost much, and I'd love to see the outcome of this." By the time Hiromi had finished, Fuji was turned around and smiling down at her.

"Hmm, that would be great."

- - -

"I hate you Hiromi." Ryoma said the moment he saw his landlady leading Fuji Syuusuke up the steps to the apartment building.

"But Ryoma-sama! This is my yaoi fangirl dreams come true!" Hiromi gasped, waving her hand at Ryoma in a dismissing way. "It's just like a manga!" Hiromi held up a yaoi manga for example.

"I assure you I will not be falling love with Fuji-senpai." Said the golden-eyed man, pulling his cap low over his eyes.

"We'll see about that." Fuji hissed, making Hiromi turn to him and giggle giddily.

"Tch." Ryoma turned and walked into his apartment, the door closing firmly behind him. "Karupin!" He called to his cat, taking a step into the room. But the familiar meow did not answer. After a second of patient listening Ryoma heard what he was looking for. The meow of his old cat. But it wasn't where it was supposed to be. Looking out the window he saw Karuping pressing his nose into Fuji's hand. "Hmph. Traitor."

With that Ryoma closed the curtains and slumped onto his couch.

- - -

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Ryoma rolled over in bed, yawn stretching his face as he snuggled into his pillow.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A watery eye opened to look out through the hallway that led to the bedroom door and stare menacingly at the front door. Someone was knocking persistently, and Ryoma had a horrible idea who the person was.

Getting up he shouldered himself into a shirt, watching as the fabric settled over his scarred shoulder. The marred skin was oddly elegant, mysterious.

Ryoma swung the door open and stepped back in surprise. Instead of the brown-haired Fuji looking at him he was faced with the whole team of Seigaku regulars, including Fuji and Hiromi. Hell even Tezuka was there.

"Ecizen, Fuji called all of us saying we had to get here right away, that you had something that we all just had to see—" Oishi explained. At this point Ryoma sent a glare Fuji's way. "—So we came as fast as we could.

"Ah, I think Fuji-senpai was just talking about the fact that we live next to each other." Ryoma said, pointedly glaring at the smiling man.

"Come now, Ryoma-kun—" An involuntary shiver ran down Ryoma's spine at the sound of his first name. "—Don't be shy, I was talking about your current occupation. Tell them about your job, they're all dying to hear it."

Evil sadistic bastard.

"We're all rather curious, since you were forced to retire from tennis so early." Inui pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Fuji-senpai, how did you gather them up so quickly?" Ryoma asked curiously.

"Actually, today's the day of the reunion party. Since you missed every single one, we decided to bring it to you." Fuji's smile widened.

"Fine." Ryoma growled, pulling his hat lower over his eyes as he opened the door wider. Glancing at the clock it revealed the time as eight o'clock pm. This is what he got for staying up till eleven in the morning. "Wait."

Everyone turned to him, Hiromi in the midst of pulling yaoi mangas from her purse. "Two rules. No one drinks the Ponta, and no asking about my past."

"Okay!" Everyone agreed and immediately set to wrecking his apartment.

"Ryoma-kun." Goosebumps rose on the back of Ryoma's neck as he turned to look at Fuji.

"Yes?" Feigning nonchalance, Ryoma started towards the kitchen.

"My offer last night still stands."

"No." Ryoma said immediately.

"Hmm, need more persuading huh?" Fuji's smile had a dark feeling to it.

"You mean you brought them here just to convince me to…?"

"Yep! This is a fun game."

Ryoma hurriedly fled to the kitchen, even he knew how dangerous Fuji's games could be.

TBC…

A/N: Hope they're not too ooc. I was trying to set theme of the rest of the story in this one chapter. -.-