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The next morning, Tezuka woke up to find his love sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in time with his breathing. The scene of their love making came back to him and a smile crept to his lips. This man sleeping next to him, had touched places no one else could touch without him feeling very violated.

He got up carefully so he didn't disturb Syuusuke and walked over to the bathroom. At first he didn't notice, but when he looked in the mirror while he was brushing his teeth, the scene from his house came rushing back to him all at once. His father hitting him, getting kicked out, finally telling his mother he was gay. His toothbrush dropped to the ground and he was foaming at the mouth, a rabid animal ensnaring him. The tears pooled up again, his heart pounded in tune to some unheard bass drums.

Even though he'd made beautiful, passionate love last night, that scene just wouldn't go away. It haunted him, like a ghost on Halloween. Just this wasn't a dream. It was his suddenly harsh reality. He had always been their picture perfect child until now. Now he was broken. He was a little plastic drum on Christmas that got broken after one too many beats on it. It wasn't something that could be fixed. In order to fix this mess, he'd have to break up with Fuji, go back to that lying bitch, and get perfect grades.

But none of those options were currently available. He could never leave Fuji and even if she came crawling back on her hands and knees he wouldn't take her, and it was because of that bitch that his grades had fallen. All his options weighed on his parents minds. It was all about their standards and what they thought was perfect.

"You'd bes spit that out. If you don't you could get sick." Tezuka nearly choked as Fuji joined him in the bathroom, his arms wrapping around Tezuka. "And what's that worried look for?"

Tezuka spit out the toothpaste in his mouth rinsed and then dried it and then said, "I have to start looking for an apartment today."

"Oh. That's right."

"And a job. How are we going to pay for this?" Tezuka unwrapped himself from Fuji and bent down to pick up his now dirty toothbrush. Instead of just washing it, he threw it in the garbage.

"Don't worry. I've got it covered."

Last Night

Long after Tezuka had fallen asleep, Fuji had picked up his cellphone, and had dialed his eccentric friends phone number. After two or three rings, a familiar voice picked up, but it wasn't who he'd been looking for. "Oishi?"

"Fuji?" He sounded tired, and like he'd been woken from slumber. "What are you calling so late for?"

"Is Eiji there?"

"Sure, hold on." He heard the background noise of sheets rustling as someone rearranged themself. "Eiji..." He heard Oishi's muffled voice as he handed the phone off.

"'Ello? Who is it? Why are you calling me so late?"

"Eiji, it's me, Fuji. I have a huge favor to ask of you."

"Fuji? Sure. What is it?" Eiji sounded slightly surprised, but also very tired. He'd woken them both from sleep and he felt bad about it but it needed to be done.

"Me and Tezuka are staying a hotel. He was kicked out of his house and so he's staying here for five days, the only problem being it's a suite. They didn't have anything else open for five days. His parents won't pay for anything, and he can't pay anything until he finds a good steady job." Fuji took a deep breath. "I was wondering, if maybe you could pay for the room. I know it's asking a lot, and I'll never be able to repay you but-"

"Of course!" Fuji held the phone away from his ear as the sound blasted it away. He could hear Oishi telling him to hush or he'd wake the rest of the house and Eiji muttering something back."I'll do it. Don't worry about paying me back. This is a favor from me to you."

"Thank you Eiji."

Fuji had known Eiji wouldn't mind, and was thankful that they had such kind friends. He'd never tell Tezuka though that someone was supporting them right now, because he had no intention of letting the rest of his pride slide.

Tezuka finished up in the bathroom and went to get dressed. He'd have to just wear what clothes he had. They didn't look like a retard could pick them out but it would have to do. As he was slipping them on Fuji said, "Wait. I have something you can wear that would make our excuse more... Well, it'll make it easier to believe."

"What could you possibly have?" Fuji walked over to his bag and unzipped it. He rummaged for a minute or two, before bringing out something white-ish. He set the thing on the floor, and it looked like it had been neatly folded.. Or actually, like it was supposed to fold..

"You've gotta me kidding me!" Tezuka screamed, realizing exactly what it was. "It's not like I'm going out without clothes on! How will they know what I'm wearing underneath them?!"

"They're not exactly quiet you know." Fuji had pushed his bag back beneath the table, and stood up, bringing the white thing with him. "And with the way you acted last night, it looked like you couldn't hold your pee in too well. Or, you could, but you didn't realize it most of the time and ended up wetting yourself." Tezuka's face brightened tremendously as he last nights scene flashed back to him. Fuji was right but... Wasn't something like that going a bit far?

"But Fuji..." Tezuka wanted to protest, to disagree but.. With their current situation, there wasn't much he could do about it. "Why do you have something like that with you anyway? It's not a normal thing to carry around with you."

"A little while ago, my grandparents had been staying over, and so had my little cousin. She'd thought it would be funny to stick it in my bag without me noticing. And she succeeded. I had been meaning to take it out but, I just never really got around to it."

"What do your grandparents have anything to do with that?" Tezuka wouldn't take his eyes off it. He couldn't believe that he was going to have to wear it for the day. He was probably going to die of embarrassment.

"My grandmother had problems controlling her bladder and she didn't want to risk embarrassing herself in front of anyone. It was just a precaution really." Fuji carefully unfolded it, as if it were something fragile, and laid it out on the bed. From the outside, it had looked like just a normal piece of cloth, but once unfolded, you could clearly see that it was not.

Tezuka gulped... Could he really put himself through this? Well, for the sake of Fuji, he would have to. They couldn't afford to go back to either household. Well, they couldn't go back to one of the households.

"Can you put it on yourself or would you like help?"
"I don't need to feel anymore like a baby." Tezuka walked over, pulling his night pants over his butt and hips as he went.

"You're going to have to put it on, on the floor. You won't be able to on the bed." Tezuka kicked his clothes to the side, and picked it up, examining it.

"Well if I have to do it that way, you might as well do it. I'll have to act like a retard anyway for the next hour or so anyway." Fuji nearly smiled but he made sure not to. He had hoped Tezuka would let him do it. It wasn't like they'd have children of there own to do this on anyway. Fuji had to laugh internally though. It would be difficult to put it on on the bed but not impossible. Seeing Tezuka act like a handicapped child would be interesting... (This isn't meant to offend ANYONE. Please excuse me if it does.)

Tezuka relaid it out on the floor, his body twitching at the texture of it. His face was scrunched up like he was in deep concentration, but it was more a look of disgust. "I will never do this again, and you are never to speak of this to anyone you hear me Fuji Syuusuke? Your ass will be meeting next millennium early if you do."

Fuji couldn't contain his laugh as he let one slip. "I promise."

"Fuji.."

"Alright alright! I promise I won't tell a soul!" Fuji had put his serious face on, but was still laughing like a mad man on the inside. This would be a story to tell any future, adopted children.

Tezuka sighed, and sat down, positioning himself, and then laying down. Fuji would never let him live this down. Fuji bent down, and quickly fastened it. Tezuka despised the feeling, as it was folded against him. As soon as the tapes had been fastened, Fuji backed up to examine his work. "Is it tight enough?"

"It's suffocating."

"It won't be when you stand up." Fuji stood up and offered Tezuka his hand.

"My pants won't fit over these," he muttered, taking Fuji's hand.

"All the better." Fuji pulled him up so he stood straight. His legs stood slightly apart because of the small bulge between his legs. "And you're going to have to squeeze your legs further shut than that."

Tezuka groaned and squeezed them shut as far as the would go. "Syuusuke this doesn't feel right!"

"Certainly looks right." Fuji walked over to Tezuka's bag and unzipped it, grabbing the jeans that sat on top. "But you might want to put these on." He threw the jeans at Tezuka.

He caught the jeans and started to put them on. He didn't have any trouble pulling them on at first, until he got to his hips and ass, where the bulge was biggest. "Dammit. Why does this thing have to be so bulky? They're not going to fit with this thing on!" Tezuka said angrily, continuing to try and pull them up.

"Oh come here," Fuji sighed. "Can't you do anything on your own today?" He asked as Tezuka walked awkwardly over to Fuji, his pants pulled up only as far as he could get them. Fuji put his hands on the inside of the hem of the pants, and worked them slowly up and around Tezuka's waist. Once up, he buttoned them and then zipped them closed.

Tezuka was blushing like mad, and looked away from Fuji as he said, "You amaze me. Even though you do, these things are very tight, and very uncomfortable. And on top of all that, the very top of it is sticking out. How noticeable does it have to be?"

"It doesn't matter Kunimitsu. They won't see it when you put your shirt on anyway." Fuji said, going back to the and and dragging out tight fitting black shirt Tezuka had packed. "Honey was trying to show his muscles? How cute."

Tezuka turned an even darker red and turned back to Fuji. "Syuusuke, are you making fun of me?"

"Mochiron!" He walked back over to Tezuka and said, "Put your arms up."

"I can' do that," Tezuka muttered, grabbing at the shirt, "on my own."

Fuji stepped nimbly out of his way, avoiding Tezuka's hands. "Tezuka, are you going to misbehave for your nii-chan? I might just have to tell someone if you don't listen."
"Erk..." Tezuka's glasses slipped down his nose, and he quickly pushed them back up, his face in a state of shock. "You know that's blackmail don't you?" He held out his arms, allowing Fuji to slip it over his head.

"Mhm. I know." Fuji smiled, without opening his eyes, and leaned in to kiss Tezuka on the lips. "You look sexy in that outfit." He suddenly patted Tezuka on the butt and said, "Let's get down to eat breakfast, dai-kun."

"Can't you give me anymore time to mentally prepare myself?" Tezuka asked, his voice rising slightly in pitch. He was still red to the tip of his ears.

"Nope." Fuji grabbed him by the hand and led him to the door, and then downstairs, the noise crinkling loudly in Tezuka's ears.

"Ohayo gozaimasu," the clerk at the front desk greeted them warmly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Fine thanks. We'll be going out today but I ask that our room not get cleaned. We have some things in there that are well... Just please don't clean the room." Fuji wouldn't say that they hadn't cleaned up after their activities the night before so their clothes were still strewn across the floor.

"Of course. Breakfast is still being served so please help yourself." She bowed respectively, a hand held out in the direction of the dining area.

"Doomo." Fuji bowed back and "forced" Tezuka down into a bow as well.

"Is your brother doing well this morning? Did he sleep alright on the floor last night?"

"He's alright. Aren't you Kunimitsu?" Tezuka nodded his head feverishly. He'd have to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to make it through this.

"He doesn't seem to speak much."

"He's not very talkative. Deha, shideshimasu." He bowed one last time and led Tezuka by hand over to the dining area. "I think that woman is suspicious." Fuji muttered once they were out of her ear shot. Tezuka still held onto Fuji's hand awkwardly as he dragged them around to get food.

"I wonder why," Tezuka muttered. "'Please don't clean the room'," he mimicked.

"Well what else was I suppose to do? Tell them I'd had sex with my younger, under-aged, brother?" Fuji said in his defense.

Tezuka coughed. "I guess you're right. But still. Saying stuff like that will end up getting us kicked out of here! And right now, we both know I can't afford that. Not that we can afford the room in the first place." He sounded bitter.

"Kunimitsu, don't worry so much. You'll figure something out. You're the most intelligent bucho remember?" Fuji squeezed his hand lightly. (I know it's out of character.. Please just deal with it.)

"Anyway, lets eat. We'll start the search after this." As soon as they got all the food, Tezuka let Fuji actually lead him to make it look believable. It was going to be a hard day and they needed the food.

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"This thing is giving me a rash," Tezuka complained as they walked around downtown. They were searching for a cheap apartment to begin with, later on moving into something a little more elegant once he had the money.

"We probably should have put baby powder on as well... Can you deal with it for a little while longer? We'll take that off you once we stop for lunch." Fuji asked, stopping to look at him. He wore a look that wasn't exactly concerned but wasn't really definable either.
He sighed and said, "I'll probably be able to make it for maybe another hour or so. You want me to go with out any underwear though?" Tezuka gave him a skeptical look.

"It's either that or a really painful rash for the next week. Or would you prefer I call it diaper burn?" Fuji asked.

Tezuka's cheeks pinkened slightly, but didn't turn red. "Rash is fine Syuusuke. And I'd rather get this thing off and not wear anything underneath than deal with a rash."

"Alright. We'll stop by a few more places and then head to lunch." Tezuka nodded, following after Fuji as he turned to leave, and wincing as his pants and legs rubbed painfully against his jeans and other... Necessities. It wasn't really but what they were dealing with... Stupid anti-homosexuals.

They walked a few blocks, and spotted a nice looking, but not expensive looking, apartment complexes. "Want to look over there?" Fuji asked, pointing at the buildings.

"Sure. But after this, it's lunch break time." Tezuka said.

"Awe... Can I at least keep you in it til after lunch?"

Tezuka closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

Fuji's famous devils smile crept to his lips. "O-kudasai Kunimitsu-kun?"

"Why do you want to? Are you trying to torture me to my death?"

"Iie. Ikou. I just think you look cute like that. It's all bunched up in the place where only I've ever touched." Fuji got close to Tezuka, and placed his hand right where Tezuka's cock would have been, if it weren't currently pushed hard against his body. Tezuka shivered at his touch. He could feel it harden against him, and put even more pressure against his current clothing style.

"Can we please get this done with? I'll let you have it your way if we finish this next one in half an hour or less."

"So picky on time."

"I'm hurting like hell here."

"Fine." They walked their way over to the buildings, found the main office and walked in.

"Hello. How may I help you?" The front clerk was obviously American and was just learning Japanese, and so had forgotten to speak in Japanese. "Ah! Gomenasai! K-konichiwai. How may I help you?"

"Kunimitsu, I don't speak English very well." Fuji turned to look at Tezuka. "Can you take care of this? She obviously doesn't speak Japanese very well."

"Sure. You'll make it easy on her but not on me," He muttered. "Hello. We're looking for a new apartment and were wondering if there were any open for rent?"

Clearly relieved he spoke English, the clerk answered with more confidence, "Um, one moment please. I'll see if the manager has a minute or two." The woman disappeared from the desk she was sitting at, into a room right behind it.

"Tantoukachou, we have customers!" They heard her say excitedly.

"Are they gay?" The heard a gruff voice ask.

"Um, I didn't think to ask!" She was stumbling over her words and you could hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Then go back out there and ask! I won't have two males fucking each other in my complex!"

"Yes sir!" The woman stumbled back out to where Fuji and Tezuka waited. With as much confidence and authority as she could muster she asked, "Are you two homosexual, or do you have any intimate relations with each other? If so, I'll have to please ask you to leave immediately."

"No. We're not. He's just a friend of mine and he's helping me find a new apartment." Tezuka answered, glad that Fuji hadn't grabbed his hand on the way in. That would have blown everything.

"Um, alright. Give me another minute please." Tezuka nodded as she once again disappeared into the back room. "They're not gay sir, and have no sexual relations with each other."

They heard the manager stand up, and heard as something heavy landed against a rolling chair. "You don't they could be lying you bitch?! Why did I even hire a piece of shit like you?!"

"G-gomenasai. It won't happen again. Please don't fire me! I really need this job!" The clerk was crying. A man came out this time instead of a woman, and he wasn't very nice looking. He had long, greasy black hair that hung in strands down his face, and his face was chiseled like rock that had been very badly cut. His eyes were raven black, and ice cold. They had absolutely no emotion behind them. He was tall, and wore a well tailored suit. It looked expensive, and Tezuka wanted to tear it apart.

"Oi. What do you think you're doing here? Get out of my apartments." His English was crystal clear. This man, like that woman, was American.

"What's wrong? You won't even see us?"

"You speak Japanese?"

"Duh. I'm not a pig headed American like you." Tezuka spat. He could almost feel the acid in his mouth that he put into every word. He didn't like this man, even if he were to become their landlord. Well, his at least. He doubted Fuji would move in with him, just because he got kicked out of his house.

The manager stared at him. "Are you getting a tone with me boy?

"No sir. All I'm trying to do is find a nice apartment to live in," Tezuka said, his voice thick as oatmeal, but cold as ice.

"Your boyfriend might sat otherwise." The manager was staring intensely at Fuji, hoping to scare it out of him. Neither of them can throw a punch. They're too feminine looking. And they must be gay. What average man has muscles that big? And they're even well toned. Even more reason to think they're queer as hell. He smirked. They'll spill eventually.

"I'm not his boyfriend. I'm just helping him find an apartment. " Fuji answered calmly, giving him a smile.

"Sure you are." He said sarcastically, his smirk growing just a little larger. "You can't say you've never pictured him naked."

"I'veseen him naked. It doesn't arouse me in the slightest. And even i f I hadn't ever seen him naked, everyone on our tennis team has at least once pictured him naked. It's a healthy thing to do."

Fuji was starting to lose his cool and self-control a little bit. The more they talked about Tezuka naked, the more he wanted him.

"You're lying. Can't you even tell you're getting aroused just talking about him naked? I can see the lust in your eyes. I win. Both of you, outta here now. And you might want to take care of that before it explodes." He started laughing over joyed that he'd caught them. He knew how to handle queers like cowboys knowing instinctively how to round up horses. Nothing escaped him.

Fuji's closed eyes were apologetic. I'm sorry Kunimitsu.

But Tezuka's eyes weren't focused on him. They were focused on the maniac in front of him. His look of hatred we pure venom. No one saw it coming as Tezuka's fist swung around and knocked the man to the ground nearly knocking him out.

Tezuka cracked his knuckles. "Do NOT mess with us or I'll mess with that hideous thing of yours you call a face you fucking biased man." Tezuka rarely used violence, and this was the first time he had since probably the Junior High International Tournament. "Clean up your act or I'll clean you out." Fuji knew this wasn't an idle threat and it almost scared him.

"You ain't got that kind of power," he sputtered, wiping a stream of blood from his face.

"I have friends who do though. Don't misjudge a book by its cover you rotten American asshole." Ignoring the pain by his thighs, Tezuka dragged Fuji out the doors and away from the complex.

MORE COMING SOON. BTW, I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST AMERICANS... I AM ONE. :)