A.N: ...Holy feck. It took me three days to write this. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? ...That's a good question. -wary glance- ...Please don't hurt me. OH. OH OH. GUESS WHAT I GOT BACK?! -CACKLES- MY LAPTOP!!!!!! -SQUEEEEEEE-

Disclaimer: Ok. So. I've been watching Saw for the past three days. It inspired…interesting things to say the least. It gives me a chance to torture Fuji, too. We all love that, neh minna? Alright then, the usual disclaimer. PoT ish not mine. If it were mine…err…well, I don't know. –ponder- it'd probably be chaotic. ….More chaotic.

Chapter 1: First Evening

Fuji was practically in heaven. All day, all he could think about was the coming weekend. Kikumaru had noticed, and repeatidly asked about it, but had gotten little more than a giggle of "Hi-mi-tsu" with extra emphasis on the 'mitsu'. Why…the red head couldn't figure out, but had eventually given up with a pout and settled with guessing the rest of the day. He never even came close. Lunch was just as fun, if not more so, as an active Fuji continuously found ways to test Tezuka's self control. He struck up random conversation, sometimes provocative, other times just totally random, trying to get his boyfriend to blush at least somewhat. He'd only managed to get him to cough, when he brought up his favourite meal question.

"So," The drawl made the rest of the tennis team turn to stare at him, and he giggled, "Anyone want to offer updates on relationship statuses? If not, I'm sure Inui would be willing to trade."

The others either blanched or blushed, while Tezuka just about choked on his water from a double take and Inui looked skeptical, "What would you have to trade?"

At that, Fuji had merely waved an envelope with a wicked smile that had said he had heavy blackmail on the data player. The latter turned ghost white and turned slowly for his notebook, while the others tried to guess what Fuji had acquired. The entire time, Tezuka was glaring deathly warnings, though Fuji hardly seemed to notice as he was too busy pretending to be enthralled in what progress he had already guessed. Atobe had finally gotten off his throne long enough to accept an ever active Akutagawa's advances, which made the narcoleptic even more like a five year old in a candy store than ever. On the other hand, Sanada still seemed to be rather reluctant to go public with the fact he was the lover Yukimura often made reference to, while the Rikkai captain could only sigh with a day-dream smile and assure those that asked that he wasn't leaving his other any time soon. Saeki was still single, much to Fuji's dismay, but he swore he would find a way to end that, even if he had to gag his best friend and throw him to Hyoutei or St. Rudolph. He would never openly admit it, but Atobe and Oshitari did have a way about breaking people into relationships, and if not them, he was sure Yuuta would do just about anything to get away from his ever prying manager turned boyfriend for a few minutes.

The rest of the day went uneventful, as practice had been rained out. That hadn't stopped Kikumaru from dragging Oishi to the ice cream parlour or Echizen from bribing food from Momoshiro. It hadn't stopped Kaido from going out on his evening run and he was followed closely by Inui. Fuji was content with waiting patiently for Tezuka to finish finalizing an upcoming tournament roster, in which the tensai had offered his help and made small love gestures that eventually made his captain sit him in the hallway so he could finish.

The walk home was Fuji's favourite part thus far. He'd forgotten his own umbrella-not on purpose of course, because that was just a very un-Fuji like thing to do!- and had settled with cuddling up to Tezuka's side under his umbrella, with Tezuka's free arm wrapped protectively around his waist. About halfway home, Fuji finally remembered his lacking family and found it to be a good time to finally tell his captain that little tidbit of information.

"Neh, Kuni-chan?"

"Hn?"

"Now might be a good time to tell you my family is going out for the weekend, so if you want something specific for dinner we should stop and get it now." Fuji smiled the entire time, and blinked up at Tezuka innocently when he forced him to stop walking, "Hm?"

"…They're what?"

"I said…" Fuji drawled out slowly, turning so he could wrap his arms up around Tezuka's neck and kiss at his jaw tauntingly after each word, "My family…is going out…for the weekend. We. Get the house. To ourselves. Should I elaborate more…?" He was cut off by a silencing kiss, which he allowed himself to melt into, clutching at the other's jacket to keep himself from collapsing. He sighed somewhat when Tezuka pulled back and smiled up in a half-daze, "I'll take that as a no."

"I should be making you run for not telling me that sooner." Was the hissed reply, as the captain turned the tensai by the shoulder and gently forced him to start walking once more, "You'll get your punishment later." Fuji merely smiled his ever-knowing smile and rebuked.

"Saa…would you have still come if I had told you that at school?" Fuji laughed when all he received was silence for an answer and decided to elaborate, "See? If I had, you would be merely walking me to the door right now, or I would be suffering at the ice cream parlour, wondering why I wasn't being comforted in my darling boyfriend's arms."

He'd added the last bit as a taunt, and let out a pleasant squeak when the reply got him a brief, but pleasurable, bite to the neck and an irritable growl.

"That's enough, Syuusuke."

"Oh, fine. You realize though," Fuji cast an innocently wicked smile over his shoulder, "that I don't intend to go the entire weekend behaving."

Tezuka took a moment, stopping in front of Fuji's house to look over the vacant building and ponder upon response before finally speaking once more, his voice stoic as ever, "If you did intend to go the weekend behaving…I would probably go home right now, convinced that you aren't my Syuusuke."

"And I would be left to sulk in a fit of insomnia. Now get inside before we catch pneumonia." The smaller scolded, giving his boyfriend a push towards the door. He fought with his key for a moment to get the door open. For some reason the new door hated him, and he hated it in return with an equally violent passion, but had promised not to break this one. Tezuka, however, noticed the change, and raised a brow as they worked on getting their shoes off once inside.

"Why do you have a new door?"

"I slammed it too hard when Yuuta brought his pet home, then Yumiko tore it clean off the hinges when she was making an idle threat, which I'm beginning to wish I had made." Fuji replied with a longing sigh, though the beginning had been cold as he admitted the annoying fact that his brother was going out with the monster that had tried to break his shoulder.

"Souka. You shouldn't object though. It is Yuuta's choice. And he did give his blessings to us." Tezuka pointed out, gently kneading into the seething boy's shoulders. He moaned softly in response, leaning back into the menstruations with his back arched.

"Fine…fine. I won't obliterate him. …Yet. If he hurts my brother, I'm going to make him suffer an infinitive-fold of miniscule pain that will cause him to bleed out slowly--"

"Syuusuke."

Fuji gave a slight wince at the reprimanding tone and looked back, eyes open, lips set in a thin pout, resembling that of a child that had been denied dessert. His expression soon changed as he was pressed back against the wall, Tezuka's lips back upon his in a demanding kiss that he willing gave into. He felt the cold hands slipping under his uniform shirt and made a half yelp and squirmed about, "Kuni!" He whined, writhing more as the hands didn't move, "Cold!"

Tezuka merely raised an amused brow, the amusement equally evident in his voice, "You're sensitive to the cold?"

"Who isn't--hey!" Fuji yelped, jumping once more and pressing against his boyfriend's body in an attempt to get away from the cold hands, "Yamete!"

He whined once more, squirming once again, soon biting at Tezuka's shoulder in retaliation as the hands didn't leave, merely continued running up and down his back and sides gently-barely touching him, but close enough that he could feel how cold they were. He wouldn't admit it, but he was exceptionally more prone to the cold than other people, but he wasn't giving in to it. …At least not at the moment. Perhaps later he would consider it, but for now, he wanted the cold hands off of his skin.

As suddenly as they'd been under his shirt, they were gone and the tensai let out a relieved sigh, slumping against his boyfriend's chest with his eyes closed, "That wasn't fair."

"Think of it as pre-punishment for not telling the truth."

At that, Fuji looked up, offering only a smirk as he pulled his captain back down for a quick kiss, "I'm going to go change real quick. Tea's in the cabinet above the sink."

"I should never have made you that…." Tezuka shook his head as Fuji bound towards the stairs, calling back.

"But if you hadn't, I would still be insisting on alternative liquids!"

"Syuusuke!"

The tensai giggled and ran for his room before Tezuka could find something non-breakable to throw at him and locked his door so he couldn't get it, settling with listening to the lecture coming from just outside his door. The lecture soon cut off as Tezuka realized Fuji wasn't listening and he stormed off, leaving the tensai to change with a pleasant smile on his face. He loved every chance he got to abuse his boyfriend. It meant punishment later. And he liked Tezuka's punishments…though he often feared if the latter ever learned that bit of information that the actions would cease and be replaced by something far less pleasing. At that moment, though, instead of worrying about the idle threats, Fuji was straining to hear what he thought were whispers; whispers that seemed to be calling him. He took it as one of his sister's slight pranks, as he finished pulling on an alice blue button up and white jeans, and bound happily out the door, only to stop short as he found Tezuka waiting for him at the top of the stair case. He tilted his head questioningly to his captain.

"Dinner's heating. It won't be long."

"Souka. What did you end up making?" Fuji's eyes practically sparkled at the ideas of what it could be and Tezuka shook his head.

"Curry. I don't intend to have a ceremonial dinner just for the two of us."

"Demo, Kuni-chan." Fuji whined, moving over to pull at the front of his uniform, "Ceremonial's good--…You're soaked."

"…Yes I am. I walked home same as you." Tezuka blinked, finding this should have been obvious. Fuji, however, pointed towards his room angrily, "Go change. Right now. I'll finish dinner." With that he stormed down the stairs. Tezuka could only stare after him and give in with a defeated sigh as he wandered towards the indicated room to change his clothes.

Fuji, in the mean time, was fuming downstairs. He had automatically assumed Tezuka would change then go about tea and dinner. Apparently he'd been wrong, as the captain was now almost certain to catch pneumonia…and it would be his entire fault. He stifled a slight sniffle, and set about preparing plates and finishing the curry. It was then an idea struck the tensai. He stood, abruptly after waiting for barely five minutes and immediate began moving about the kitchen in a slight skitter. Once the food had finished, he bound up the stairs with the plates, carefully balancing one to each arm. He shifted a bit to where he could open the door to his room. At least he had been right to assume Tezuka would take a quick shower. He set about to prepare his room, setting a few candles on his desk in the corner, then moved his precious cacti to rest on his book shelf so he could also set one over his bed, and one on his window sill without catching any of his pets on fire. Once sure the candles were set, he moved his small floor table a bit closer to his bed so he could set the plates there with an extra candle and bounced onto his bed, laying out so he could stretch out. He left the top two buttons and the bottom three of his shirt open, exposing his well toned stomach just as the door opened.

"Syuusuke, what are you--..." Tezuka smartly let the sentence hang in the air, looking around the room then back at the tensai, who was still stretching out and smiling at him "innocently".

"What? You don't like it?" Fuji purred lightly, moving to where he could lay on his stomach, still smiling up at his captain, "I happen to like the idea of a candle-lit dinner."

Tezuka twitched somewhat, "Did we not already go through the talk about not having a ceremonial fashioned dinner?"

"If it were ceremonial, I'd have worn a kimono of sorts. My sister's been meaning to get rid of some of her old ones, and while they are a bit big on me, they fit well enough." He only got a stare. With a slight pout, he shifted once more, now sitting on his knees and beckoning his boyfriend over. Tezuka edged towards the bed cautiously-he knew better than to trust Fuji's ideas of fun. Instead of the torture he'd expected though, Fuji crawled onto his lap, straddling his waist and purring into his neck, his arms wrapped around the other's chest in a childish manner. He looked up, cheek resting on Tezuka's shoulder with a serenly innocent tone and expression, "I'll get rid of it all if you want...I wanted it to be special though...we don't get the weekend entirely to ourselves a lot, y'know? We're usually sneaking around your family...or our friends...I don't like not getting to be open, Kunimitsu..." He sighed, and nuzzled deeply into the other's neck, burying his face there. Tezuka initially felt the need to reply, but the use of his full given name caused him to quiet and allow the other to continue, "It feels like we're lying to them...what's going to happen when they find out? They can't seperate us...right? I mean--"

He was silenced by a slender finger coming to his lips, and Tezuka giving his forehead a reassuring kiss, "They aren't going to seperate us, Syuusuke. Even if they do find out. Do you honestly think I'd let them take you away from me?"

Fuji looked up at him, searchingly, then cast his eyes away guiltily, murmuring, "...Even if your grandfather tells you to?"

He knew Tezuka's grandfather meant the world to him, and he would never disobey him. Somehow, he wouldn't doubt that he could find his captain retiring from the tennis world if the elder asked him to and tennis was the absolute world to him. He'd often felt inferior to the sport, sometimes thinking it was even more important than he was. This was one of those times. If tennis was more important than him...and Tezuka was willing to give up tennis at his grandfather's word, where did that leave Fuji?

To his surprise, Tezuka was giving him an accusing glare, looking hurt by the accusation, "Even if grandfather tells me to. What part of you mean everything to me do you continuously fail to comprehend, Syuusuke?" He craddled the smaller body, one arm around the frail waist, while the other wound up his torse, with his fingers gently knotting into the honey brown hair, "We go through this every day. You are everything. Grandfather is not aking you from me. No one, or thing, will. Ever. Do you understand me?"

Fuji fell silent, his smile faded from his lips. He was starring at the wall, trying to make himself believe the words. Soon, the smile returned thinly, and he shifted about to where his legs were now wrapped around Tezuka's waist, and his arms had slid up to wrap around his neck. He covered the other's face in candy sweet kisses, "I do...and I believe you...but why aren't we telling them, then?"

Tezuka went silent a moment, petting the smaller's hair gently. He answered afer a time of thought, his voice calm as ever, "You want us to tell them?"

"Aa."

"...Alright. Sunday night."

Fuji blinked curiously, pulling back enough to look up into obsidian eyes, "Sunday...?"

"My parent's friends are leaving Sunday morning." The captain kept a calm, gentle voice, "You can come over for dinner Sunday night. We can tell them then."

"...Really?"

"Aa."

"...Really, really?"

"Syuusuke."

Fuji went quiet, pondering the answer a moment before he finally smiled and pushed Tezuka back into the bed, standing over him on hands and knees, "Thank you...but...if we have to cut one of our nights short, you better make tonight and tomorrow count for all they're worth, and Sunday."

Tezuka could only shake his head with an amused smile, "Have I told you that you worry me lately?"

"Mm-hm. But you wouldn't have it any other way." Was the matter of fact reply.

PostAN: Sooo...this was going to be longer. But um...well, one. It's been three days. And two, I wanted to give everyone a VERY. FAIR. WARNING. The next chapter is going to have graphic things in it. Blood and sex namely. If that bothers anyone I suggest you abandon this fic right. now. ...Thank you. I'll go get started on that now.

...oh. Chapters are titled by day. so...next chapter would be "first night" and third chapter would be "First morning" but fourth chapter will be "Second Evening". Savvy? So in total, that should make this fic about...8 chapters, plus an epilogue and maybe an alternate ending.