VERY
GRAPHIC CHAPTER... OR AT LEAST AS GRAPHIC AS I CAN MAKE IT.
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Fuji stared up at the rushing train, whistling to himself. It's strange.. Usually he's here early but, he's late. He looked at his watch, and stopped whistling long enough to sigh.It's been almost twenty minutes and he's not here yet. Maybe something happened? "I should call him." Fuji said aloud to himself.
He dug his cellphone out of his pocket, and flipped it open, dialing the most familiar number of them all. The phone rang twice and someone, probably his mom, picked up, "Hello, Tezuka residence."
"Um, is Kunimitsu there?" Fuji asked, suddenly nervous.
On the other end of the line, Fuji heard Tezuka's father say roughly, "Who is it? Is it that faggots boyfriend?" Fuji also hear a very feeble "yes" come from his mother, before Tezuka's fathers gruff voice was on the line. "What do you want?"
"Um, I was just calling to ask if he was home. If now is a bad time, I can call back la-"
"He already left the house."
"Oh. Thank you then." Quickly, Fuji hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. His dad had always scared Fuji, although he would never admit it to his face. Guess I'll just have to wait a little longer. He started whistling to himself again, barely noticing the sound of crunching gravel. He turned his head just in time to see Tezuka running at him, and then his strong arms wrapped like a little kid around him.
"Tezuka, what's wrong?" Fuji asked, confused.
Tezuka shook his head violently, refusing to say anything. Once again that night, the tears ran in streams down his face, soaking the front of Fuji's jacket.
"Tezuka, tell me what's wrong?" Fuji persisted, trying to hold him out at arms length. Tezuka wouldn't budge, as he continued to cling as tightly as he possible could to Fuji. Fuji tried to hush him, running his hand again and again through Tezuka's hair, but the tears wouldn't stop. "Do you just want to go to the hotel?" Tezuka nodded as best he could.
As gently as he could, Fuji pulled the clingy Tezuka from around his waist, and grabbed him by the hand, leading him to the local hotel they were going to be staying at.
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The clerk at the desk looked at the sobbing Tezuka, and then at the ever calm Fuji and than back again. She glanced at their hand once or twice, and had asked, "Are you gay?"
"No. He's just a little.. Special. We're vising some relatives down here and we'd like a room for a couple of nights." Fuji's eyes opened to reveal his sharp blue eyes. He smiled as pleasantly as possible at the clerk, although he was annoying her.
"Hon, when you had 1 and 10 together how much do you get?"
Tezuka was too upset to even respond. It was like he hadn't heard her. "What are you doing?" Fuji asked, nearly gritting his teeth together. "You do know that testing people's intelligence is very offensive don't you? Especially for the mentally handicapped."
"I have to check. Although I don't have any against gays myself, my boss says that no gay is allowed to stay here. Please excuse my rudeness." She gave a polite bow. "So," She said then, getting back to business, "a room for two with two beds?"
"A single bed will be enough. He doesn't sleep well on beds." Fuji said, flashing her a devil like smile.
"H-hai. How many nights will you be staying?"
"Only two." That set off a reaction in Tezuka. Violently he shook his head side to side. "How many were you planning to stay? I thought you didn't like seeing relatives." He didn't respond for a minute, but soon held up all five fingers. "That many?!" Fuji said, sounding thoroughly surprised. He nodded.
"Well, the only rooms we have available for five days is the suite." The clerk said, looking through something on her computer. "But it's rather expensive for high schoolers like yourselves...?" She looked up, expecting them both to be looking at each other, debating, but they weren't. Fuji was still looking calmly back her, his face still spread in a smile.
"We'll take it." Fuji didn't hesitate to accept the room. He'd find a way to pay for it. The clerk gave him a skeptical look but gave the key and signed them into the system.
"Don't you have any luggage?" She asked, looking over the counter to see nothing but the hotel's floor.
"No. We hadn't been expecting to stay this long but, I guess he just really wanted to see his relatives. We haven't seen them in a few years." Fuji had talked so much about it, he almost had himself convinced that that's what they were doing. Not their original plan could be carried out with Tezuka in this state.
"Well, breakfast is served from five AM until 11 AM. The pool is always open, and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call the service desk." The clerk seemed to be done making small talk, and Fuji was thankful. He really needed to get Tezuka upstairs. They needed to talk and Fuji Syuusuke was going to do anything to get him to do exactly that. He wouldn't back down until he got what he wanted.
"Thank you." Was all he said before practically dragging Tezuka to the elevator. He pushed him inside and pressed the button that led to the top floor. He'd call Eiji and see if he'd help pay for it.
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Inside the room, Fuji gave Tezuka barely enough time to put his stuff before he dragged him over to the bed and forced him to site down. Fuji knelt down in front of him, his eyes opening to reveal his sharp, but concerned blue eyes. He wasn't joking this time. He wouldn't necessarily hurt him, but he wouldn't back down until he talked.
Tezuka refused to look him in the eyes, his tears stopped, but his lip still jutted out like he was about to cry for the fourth time that night.
"Kunimitsu, tell me what's wrong." Fuji reached up to run his hand across Tezuka's cheek but was surprised when he flinched away from his touch.
"Kunimitsu?" He tried again, and again he flinched away from his touch.
"It's nothing," Tezuka said feebly. "Everything is perfectly normal."
"Everything is NOT perfectly normal. You were crying harder than I've ever seen anyone cry before. People don't cry that hard over nothing." Giving up on trying to touch his face, Fuji grabbed his hand instead, and held it to the side of his face. "Come on Tezuka. You know you can tell me. You trust me remember?"
"Mhm." He looked sad, and as if his mind had flown miles away. "My dad. He disowned me. I'm no longer his child. I've been kicked out of the house. I have to find an apartment to move into. I'm not allowed to step foot in, or near that house until I have an apartment to live in. I'm not allowed to talk or come near the members of my own family. I have been discarded like a dirty piece of kleenx." He had cried so much, he couldn't cry any longer. He no longer had a team, and he no longer had a family. His life was spiraling downwards in a direction he didn't want it to go. The only person he had left was the one kneeling on the floor in front of him.
"So, because you came out of the closet, you're no longer part of that family?"
Tezuka nodded. All he needed was Syuusuke though. Him and no one else.
After sitting in silence for a minute, and after studying his lovers face, Syuusuke noticed a blackish blueish coloring on the right side of Tezuka's face. He placed a cold on Tezuka's face, not worrying about his flinching. "Did that man hit you Kunimitsu?" He remained tight lipped. "God dammit tell me! Did or did that man not hit you?!" Fuji already knew the answer and he was furious with it.
"Yes. He hit me with the back of his hand." Tezuka admitted, his tone reluctant.
"I knew it." Tezuka barely had time to react as Fuji flew up from his pot on the floor, his cellphone being ripped out of his pocket. Quickly, and with fury flooding against all other emotions, Fuji dialed the local police.
"I'd like to report child abuse." silence. "Yes." more silence. "He was hit across the face backhanded." Tezuka watched, unable to say or do anything. "No this wasn't the first time! I wouldn't have called if it had been!" He was glad his boyfriend loved him the way he did but, wasn't this going a bit far? "Duh there's evidence!" Fuji screamed into the phone. "I wouldn't have known any other way! I'm not his fucking brother I'm his lover! I'm not with him every other fucking moment of every other fucking day-" Fury rolled off Fuji in waves as he listened to the officer on the other line. "Do NOT tell me to be calm! I AM calm!"
It couldn't be happening. He was getting the people around him involved again. Why is it, that everywhere he went, people he knew got involved in his messes? It wasn't Fuji's mess to clean up.
"All I know," Fuji was irritated, as he gritted his teeth and answered the officer, "is that his father hit him backhanded, and that he's a high schooler, with a clean record." Fuji let out a sigh and said with finality, "Thank you officer. Your efforts are appreciated."
He flipped the phone shut and set it on the side table. Then, he turned to Tezuka who was still sitting silently and as stiff as a board on the bed. He walked over to him, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. He pushed Tezuka onto the bed so he was laying down, and bent down to whisper in his ear, like a breath of wind, "Fuck me like you've never fucked me before. I'm in a bad mood. Are you going to resist?" He bit down into Tezuka's ear, sending ripples through his body.
Fuji undid Tezuka's shirt, revealing his pale, smooth, skin. Gently, he continued to plant small kisses across his open body, his hand set against Tezuka's left hip. Slowly, both of their pants' were becoming uncomfortably tight, as the bulges in them grew. Tezuka needed this... badly, and they bother knew it.
"Goddammit Fuji stop teasing me and kiss me already." That was the most he had said in awhile, and Fuji wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by. He smiled before ever so carefully pressing his pale lips against Tezuka's partially opened ones. Well, Tezuka was going to let this slide. He grabbed Fuji around the waist, surprising him, and pulling him down so their hard cocks rested against each other, and so their lips crashed together with so much passion it almost hurt. His hand, Fuji's, slid up Tezuka's side, feeling his small spasms at his touch. Fuji found his way to one of his lovers nipples, and pinched it between two fingers, receiving a loud, very intelligible moan. Fuji broke apart, and began pawing at Tezuka's shirt, looking to remove it. Tezuka sat up and pushed Fuji back, just enough to tear his white shirt from his well toned body, before he grabbed Fuji around the neck and forced him into another passions filled kiss.
Tezuka fumbled with Fuji's buttons, but managed to undo them one by one until he could finally slide it off his shoulders. Fuji laid himself flat against Tezuka so he could tear the piece of unwanted cloth of him. Fuji felt Tezuka's hard nipples against his bare skin, and it made his pants tighten even more, and they were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the minute.
When they broke apart, before Tezuka could take his mouth captive once more, Fuji delved down and took his nipple in his mouth, sucking gently at it, using his tongue to tease it, flick it ever so lightly. Even through their clothing, Fuji felt Tezuka's cock pulsate. He couldn't help but smile to himself. It was nice being on top once in awhile. Although he really preferred being done, to doing but, tonight it just couldn't be helped.
"S-Syuusuke," He moaned, his body lifting into Fuji's with each spasm. He stopped sucking, and trailed his tongue ever so lightly up Tezuka's body so he could kiss the more sensitive part of his neck. Tezuka moaned with each kiss, his body heating up with the friction between them. He started to move his hips back and forth, trying to get more friction between the already aching cocks.
Fuji let out a loud moan, just as he was about to kiss right below Tezuka's ear, and Tezuka took this chance to lock his lips again.
Fuji couldn't take it anymore. He took his free hand and unzipped his pants, releasing the pressure as his aching length. He spoke through the kiss say, "Let me take these off. They're too tight."
He felt Tezuka smile. At least he smiled. He won't forget tomorrow but at least let him enjoy tonight. "You're not going to let me?" Tezuka joked, taking his hands and tugging at the hem of Fuji's jeans. Neither protested as Tezuka pulled at the pants, pulled them over Fuji's hips and then dropping them to the floor. His underwear followed next so that he now sat completely naked on top of Tezuka. His length pulsated, and looked in desperate need of release.
Before he knew what was happening, Fuji was flipped onto his back so that Tezuka now made a bridge over him. "God you're sexy you little bastard." He heard Tezuka mutter to himself. "You're so sexy that it's not possible to be human."
"You're talking not fucking Tezuka and I'd rather you being doing the latter of the two." Fuji said, running a hand through Tezuka's now sweaty hair.
"Mmm..?" Tezuka couldn't keep him self from smiling a little wider. Tezuka leaned in and started to trail his tongue down Fuji's steel like body. "You're so needy tonight Syuusuke-kuunn," Tezuka purred. He stopped at his navel to look at his lovers strangely angelic face, before returning to his trail, leading it to his inner thigh. Fuji's eyes widened, his body sending ripples of pleasure throughout.
Lucky for Tezuka, Fuji was clean shaven so he didn't have to worry about any unwanted hair. He used his tongue to lick the bottom of the throbbing length, feeling each pulse against his tongue.
He licked the entire thing, tasting all its bitterness on his tongue before engulfing it in its whole. While his tongue flicked the tip of his cock, Tezuka used his free hand to unzip his own pants and pull them down over his hips, his underwear soon after following. His thick length stood at point, it's contents nearly over flowing. Slowly, he began to pump his own dick at the same speed he was doing Fuji's. With each moaning noise Fuji made, the faster Tezuka went. Just as Fuji was ready to come, Tezuka removed his mouth from the throbbing work. Fuji lifted his head to give Tezuka a questioning gaze.
All he did was smile back, sticking a finger or two in his mouth.
"W-wait," Fuji panted out, "I- I have l-lubrican-nt in my b-bag." Fuji barely managed to say that without moaning in what sounded like agony. Truth be told, her could barely hold in his pleasures. Lust filled both his eyes and heart, and it was nearly overwhelming. But he managed to contain it. Barely, but he did.
Tezuka stood up and walked over to his boyfriends bag, digging through it until he found a small vile full of a clear liquid of sorts. "This it?" Fuji nodded. "Where'd you get such a nice kind?"
"If you don't get your skinny, bony, ass over here I'll do it myself!" Fuji hissed through his teeth as his member throbbed again.
Tezuka opened the bottle on the way back to the bed, setting the cap on the table next to them, and lathering his fingers in the slippery liquid. He crawled back on top of Fuji, straddle side, but then decided it would be better if he was turned around. "Flip onto your other side my love. Much easier to do things that way." As best he could with Tezuka still on top of him, he flipped so his ass was in the air. Tezuka placed his fingers near Fuji's entrance, playing with it just a bit before plunging them into Fuji's waiting body. It was still painful, even after having done it quite a few times, so Fuji bit down on his lip to keep from screaming. His body still clenched around Tezuka's fingers, but slowly it relaxed, getting used to the 'new' feeling of having something inside it. Tezuka and Fuji pushed in rhythm with each other, and Fuji felt like he was going to explode when Tezuka's fingers slid out of him.
"What are you doing?" He hissed through clenched teeth, his face pressed against the pillow.
"Making you wait until the last possible minute." Tezuka answered bluntly, the devils smile crossing his face. The head of hid hardened cock brushed across Fuji's entrance, sending tremors through his body.
"Just put it in me already!" Fuji was getting agitated, as his cock pulsated rhythmically beneath him.
"You're so impatient today." Slowly, Tezuka pushed his head, and then the rest of his pulsing cock into the form below him. Fuji once again bit into his lip to keep from screaming. Again his body clenched against it, not permitting it the entrance it needed. "You're so tight. Can't you loosen up any?" Tezuka scrunched his eyes together, as he pushed further into the tightened hole.
"I'm trying." Fuji snapped unintentionally. When he was having sex with this man, he became a lot more emotional than usual. It wasn't Tezuka's fault. He was just that damned sexy.
Slowly, after forcing himself in to Fuji, his body relaxed and he was able to move freely. His hand inched around Fuji's body to grab his dick and became pumping simultaneously with his thrusts. Fuji had already been near release so Tezuka wasn't surprised when he called out, "I'm coming!" The still warm seed shot into Tezuka's hand, the other squirting in large spurts onto the bed sheets. Tezuka gave a few more hard thrusts before he came inside Syuusuke.
The hot seed shot into Syuusuke and spilled over the edges like ice cream that had melted in the hot summer sun. Tezuka slid out of him without any grace, and flopped on top of him, his body completely tired out. Syuusuke had a satisfied smile on his face, pushing Tezuka off of him so that he could look at him clearly. Gently, he kissed his lips, and said, "Thank you." He ran a hand through his hair again, gazing at his loving face.
"Hmm... I should shower." Tezuka decided, rolling over and rolling off the bed. "Call the front desk to get replacement sheets. We can't sleep in those."
"Shouldn't we clean up a bit?" Syuusuke asked, sitting up. He laid one arm across his knee and continued to stare at Tezuka.
"Probably. Let's just shower together. You can't possibly pick up all these clothes by yourself. And we have to hide that bottle, and I have to somehow become your retarded younger brother." Fuji smile only to himself and stood up to go join Tezuka in the shower.
MY
SINCEREST APOLOGIES. I'M SORRY THIS CHAPTER ISN'T AS LONG AS THE LAST
ONE, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE YAOI GOODNESS OF IT ALL.
