A Perfect Tryst

2 - Crime

Why did I ever asked you to come? Fuji's desire to hold Tezuka was near ripping his control apart. What more restraint can he think of when Tezuka was sitting so close by him, even sharing a thick warm blanket while they were watching a movie of suspense?

But it seemed Fuji was put in a different kind of suspense when Tezuka would gaze softly at him and ask if he could still watch the ferocious movie that featured a psycho killer. Of course Fuji always responded with an invigorated yes. Not because he was absorbed to it. Only, finishing the entire movie would mean more time spent with Tezuka.

Fuji glimpsed on Tezuka's face then back on the screen with a sigh. He wanted so much to wrap his arms around Tezuka, lay a head on his shoulder, and feel his warmth, all which he could probably enjoy doing if what was left on his virtue wasn't begging to be recognized.

Unbearably, thoughts of teasing and touching Tezuka came taunting him. He silently put himself to a pact that those trysts were never going to happen again. Further attempts might ruin what they and would ever had and Fuji wouldn't want that to happen. So he remained settled quietly by Tezuka's side, restraining for the good.

"That's a very odd way to strike the villain; he should wait for a perfect time to attack. The gun he took from the ground doesn't even have a bullet. That would lead him to his own death instead." Tezuka commented, eyes plastered on the screen.

Fuji suppressed his laughter. Tezuka remained judicious no matter the situation was, even for an unrealistic story like that. He glanced up at Tezuka and smiled. "Saa... You make a terrible ending."

"It's possible. And it's about to end though, we'll see."

Our end, Fuji thought sadly. He would probably just let him go with a cheerful goodbye and starting this night, once Tezuka had already stepped out of his house, he'll let go of the feelings he had grown with Tezuka along with the closing of the door. He would see to it that the image of Tezuka's wife would be the best aid for him to hold the resolve.

"He won and survived." Tezuka said, eyes gleaming with pleasure.

Fuji thought of being a protagonist. But fighting Tezuka's wife was impossible. He wouldn't risk battling him over his family and ruin his home and reputation in the process. He was the antagonist after all. And the unforgivable image of scarring children's emotions was against with his propriety. Wait, does Tezuka have children anyway?

It was out from his mouth before he could stop. "Do you have a child, Tezuka?"

"None."

Fuji felt extremely happy, but he'll keep that expression to himself. "Oh..."

The ending credits were already rolling halfway, but neither of them was making any movement, as if another entertainment was yet to be unleashed.

Tezuka turned to him. "I," he paused, "I probably should get going." Although his eyes told otherwise. Or was Fuji dreaming too much?

"Okay. Thank you for your time, Tezuka." But Fuji couldn't bring a cheerful smile and his breath was getting heavier by every second he thought of Tezuka leaving.

A foul thought struck Fuji. While Tezuka's face is still near, probably… a kiss wouldn't hurt to try. Just one simple kiss and I'll be able to let you go in peace.

"Tezuka…" Fuji grabbed Tezuka's sleeve and started leaning closer.

One kiss will suffice.

Taking the gesture as an invitation, Tezuka also leaned forward to meet Fuji's lips for the kiss. Surprised, Fuji pulled away, trying to believe that Tezuka just kissed him back. His face made him look like he was the offended one. To think Tezuka did that... Did he want it too?

"I'm sorry… I wasn't able to hold back." Tezuka whispered. "You were too close."

Before Fuji could tell if that was his own fantasy toying him, Tezuka suddenly caressed the skin of his neck with his thumb. The next thing he knew, Tezuka was giving it gentle kisses. Surely, the moist and weight on his neck wasn't a mere fantasy.

Fuji snapped. "T-Tezuka! What are you doing?" Things shouldn't happen this way. All he wanted was a kiss. Fuji resorted to push the man away.

Tezuka frowned at first, as if thinking. "Forgive me." Then he took Fuji back and continued what he was doing.

"Please. That's enough! Aah… we can… all just forget about this… stop…" Fuji asked between gasps of helplessness and somehow, pleasure. He was getting stimulated. If Tezuka didn't stop, the odds of him giving away any moment were frighteningly high.

Tezuka's eyes were intent. "Now that that happened? After all those hints you've given me… I'm fully aware of your feelings. You wanted it to happen so let me do this." His big hands traveled along the slender outline of Fuji's body, pursuing. "I'll make it up to you." Tezuka continued kissing Fuji.

Fuji couldn't retort, only bridled cries were illicitly coming out. Before he could render another restraint, his body was brought onto the couch and his clothes were getting displaced one after another.

It became hard to think of any more restraint when he's also busy looking for a way to cover his naked body from Tezuka's fired up eyes at the same time. When Tezuka's body succeeded and shadowed him entirely, Fuji realized there was no escape.

The continuous bailing from Tezuka defeated Fuji. Yielding, Fuji let himself taken by the sweetest arrest… Then there were kisses after kisses, tantalizing moans, powerful and mind blowing thrusts, fascinating music of their heartbeats… Even if it was the wrong dream, Fuji wouldn't want to wake up.

"I love you, Tezuka."

-v-

When Fuji was back to consciousness, he already expected that Tezuka wouldn't be there by his side. It wasn't Tezuka's real place to stay. As they transferred onto his bed to continue the sensual activity, Fuji knew that by the time the mess had ended, he'll found his bed half empty.

Sighing, he swam his arm around for more pillows, only to feel another body instead. Naked, muscular body to be exact. The body that swayed in perfect rhythm with him just a few hours ago…

"Good morning," a hazy voice greeted.

Fuji turned fully awake. "Tezuka…" Why are you still here?

"Let's sleep some more, it's only four." Fuji trembled when Tezuka took his waist and pulled him closer. He tried to draw back but Tezuka's arms were being heavy for its own good.

Tezuka was drifting back to sleep again, but Fuji's eyes only remained open in disbelief. How could Tezuka be so unfaithful, leaving his wife alone the entire night? Although he secretly admitted that this way was real better.

But then, "Tezuka."

"Hn?"

"Please. You should go."

Tezuka sighed. "…Now?"

Fuji didn't know how to answer. Tezuka should just stand and leave without his opinion. Of course he didn't want Tezuka to leave now. But everything that was all going to happen if he remained would only do no good.

"Look at us, Tezuka. We shouldn't have done this…"

Long fingers were now brushing his hair, consoling him. "Don't worry. There'll be nothing wrong if I told her I worked up until morning. She doesn't care. She wouldn't mind." Tezuka answered hazily.

Fuji felt nervous. Wouldn't she really mind? Such alibi was too common for cheating husbands. It was his entire fault for inviting him in the first place. What should I do?

-v-

"You should've told me you'll spend the entire night away," an impassive feminine voice said.

"There was no signal in my cell phone, I'm sorry."

"That's a pity for someone who lives in Tokyo." She nonchalantly mocked, aware of Tezuka's obvious lie. "Try to use phone booths next time so I'll be reminded, ne?"

Cold air was suddenly filling the place. "Ah."

Tezuka Izumi was sitting crossed-leg on the couch, reading a newspaper when Tezuka came in. She spared him a glance and a tiny smile before continuing back to the material. Tezuka gave a curt nod and continued to walk through the hallway without any noise.

"There's food in the refrigerator. Have you eaten breakfast outside already, or do you want me to reheat it for you?" She asked, eyes still plastered on the paper.

"I've eaten." With Fuji of course.

"Ne, please eat the dish in the fridge, it's expensive. It'll be a waste to just throw it. I've eaten some of it, just finish the whole plate."

"All right."

For the past two years they've been together, there was only indifference Tezuka could feel between them. After his father introduced the woman as his fiancée at 20, he obediently prepared himself to accept the future responsibility, thinking that he'll eventually fall for her. It seemed that Izumi had seen it that way too. Besides both of them didn't have any other affairs. In the end, they got married due to strong persuasion of their parents, but their relationship was still nowhere crossing the line of mutuality. Despite that, they somehow remained together. Probably just to further please their families. After their first sex, it seemed that both of them silently made a compact to also make it their last. Their bodies were like triangle and square, it didn't fit at all.

Tezuka thought that he'd remain a lonely husband in his entire life. A child was out of the question, his parents weren't demanding for it anyway but a happy life with someone who can understand his reserved nature, take care and stay with him for eternity to share all the blessings and problems in life. And divorce didn't cross his mind, for the chance of a spark in the relationship.

Month after month, still nothing. He admitted the lack of interest to make the marriage work, but to let the feeling to come naturally and not by force. But there was poor communication; they were both busy with work. She comes late at night as well, even later than him.

The rumor with Izumi having an affair with her co-worker made him a husband of virtue. An e-mail from a concerned anonymous co-worker of Izumi revealed it to him with a 'Don't give up' P.S. in the end of the message, being emphatic for him. But he really didn't need that. There were no reasons to feel so much down in the first place.

It just wasn't the romance he himself had secretly been waiting for. Tezuka wondered if he'd ever experience… love.

Until he transferred to another company. At Sanayuki Co., there he met Fuji Syusuke.

For the first time, he had seen a ray of hope for himself. A very bright ray of hope that melted his heart to let only the blue eyed man enter. It became inevitable hiding his married status from him.

Still, he couldn't forget their night alone yesterday. He felt very happy, he hadn't thought such thing would finally happen to him as he still had a wife and was unsure of how Fuji would think if another man loved him. Although there had been incessant teasing from Fuji, Tezuka felt the need to be cautious. Then Fuji invited him and confessed… It was like a dream come true. It kept replaying in his mind over and over like a broken tape that his breakfast, despite all the seasonings, tasted completely like Fuji. There must be something wrong with his tongue, having a fixation on Fuji like that…

His fantasies ceased when Izumi came by him and spoke. "I'll be late tonight, Tezuka-kun."

"Ah. How late?"

"Depends on oof—" Izumi covered her mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm feeling nauseated these days." She sighed. "Well, maybe I'll be gone for the rest of the night. You know, the chaos in the bank and all," she took a mug and poured coffee in it. She sat across Tezuka.

"I understand. You take care, Izumi."

She sighed heavily and pouted. "You really should've told me you weren't coming home yesterday."

"I'm sorry."

Another sigh. "It's okay. I should've taken the night out as well. I was worried you'll be back so I tried not to be so late. I guess I should've remained at the building after all… fixing things."

Tezuka, by then, concluded there will be no hope for them after all. Ever. The thought didn't make him sad, in fact it made him so much relieved.

"I'll be sure to let you know next time."

To be continued!

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