Title: The Imperial Palace Chapter 7

Setting: Strip Club AU.

Rating: It's R again~

Reason: It was about time Perfect Pair came back. So to everyone who was waiting for them: TA-DA!

Pairing: The long-awaited(?) Perfect Pair. Sorry it's so short though. D;

Warnings: Uncreative content, possible OOC-ness, dat whip, ignored schoolwork, Fuji losing his patience, everyone should just follow Yukimura's example and everything will turn out fine, etc.

Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns the all.

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The Imperial Palace's best stripper bit his nail, his forehead wrinkled in deep thought. Once again, it was the end of another shift in which Fuji had put his heart and soul into making an amazing performance for Tezuka's sake. And once again, the results had been far from satisfactory.

He didn't understand it. By all means, Tezuka should have fallen on his knees in front of him by now. He had planned out Tezuka's seduction perfectly in his mind with the help of the erotic dances, the suggestive invitations and the occasional teasing touches. But it was just taking far too long... nothing was going according to plan. The longer it went on, the less Tezuka seemed to want anything to do with him. Their conversations were growing shorter and Fuji was running out of questions to ask the stoic bartender.

Bottom line was, he needed to act fast.

It was very late and the last drunken clients had just been escorted out of the club. The dancers went backstage to change and go home, the bouncers came in and began sweeping up the mess on the floor, and Tezuka was busy cleaning his own counter. Everything was normal, except for Fuji who remained seated at the far edge of the stage.

Fuji waited, looking at Tezuka all the while. If Tezuka noticed, he did nothing to show it. It took a bit of time but soon enough the dancers were leaving out the front door, waving goodbye to Fuji on the way out. The other employees followed suit minutes later, all of them yawning and looking ready to sleep for hours. Soon everyone had exited the building save for Fuji and Tezuka. Fuji took the chance and stood up, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting Tezuka. He approached the bar, not even bothering to be stealthy about it. Tezuka obviously saw Fuji approaching out of the corner of his eye but said nothing.

It was lucky the bar was a semi-circle against the wall with the only exit being the small space that Fuji was currently blocking. Tezuka could very well jump over the counter if he wanted to escape but that was likely to break many things and cost a mess. Fuji knew Tezuka would not go that far.

Fuji stood there in silence, blocking the way out and waiting for Tezuka to say something, or to even look at him. The seconds ticked by and Tezuka was still cleaning the same spot on the counter, over and over.

"What do I have to do, Tezuka?" said Fuji suddenly, his voice ringing through the empty club.

Tezuka blinked up at him. "What?"

Fuji took a step forward, looking very peeved. "I've done everything, Tezuka Kunimitsu," said Fuji. "I've danced provocatively, stripped practically naked and made my intentions perfectly clear multiple times, yet you continue to elude me." Every point Fuji made was accompanied by a step forward until Fuji was practically pressing Tezuka back against the counter. "What do I have to do to get your interest?"

Tezuka averted his eyes. "It's getting late," he said.

"That's three words, Tezuka. Three irrelevent words. Not good enough," said Fuji. His hands went on either side of Tezuka, trapping him there. The bartender was quickly aware of what little clothing Fuji was wearing, most of it having been stripped off during his last performance before the club closed. The tiny shorts were not much cover for shapely legs and Fuji's upper body was barely hidden by a small towel around his neck. Even if Tezuka had seen him shed clothing for months now, it was a whole different experience to see it up close.

Tezuka was in a big inner turmoil, but his face did little to show it. On the outside, he appeared as calm as always, save for the slight frown in his eyebrows.

Fuji sighed. "Do you not like me then?"

"That's not it…" Tezuka looked off to the side. He shouldn't even be thinking about this. Fuji was so… pretty and attractive and could get any person to go out with him. So why would Fuji want him of all people? Plus, Tezuka really needed to focus on his studies. The only reason he had this job was to pay for tuition. He had no time to indulge in romantic afflictions. Tezuka should be heading home right now to study for his exam in a few hours.

Tezuka swallowed and turned his body away from Fuji. Dammit, he was much bigger than the dancer… he could easily just shove past him and leave. Yet, Tezuka remained in the same place.

"I don't have time for this, Fuji," said Tezuka.

He heard Fuji chuckle from behind him. "Figures. The only time you decide to speak more then five words to me is to reject me," said the dancer. Before Tezuka could say anything more, Fuji was suddenly pressing himself against him. Tezuka could feel Fuji's head laying along his back, arms going around his side. He stiffened, but again didn't push Fuji off.

"Having you do nothing even after I confessed while wearing practically nothing is very insulting, Tezuka." murmured Fuji close to his ear. His hand went to his side, where his costume's accessory was conveniently buckled to his belt. The whip was soft and pliant in his palm. He coaxed Tezuka's arms back without igniting Tezuka's suspicion. But when Tezuka felt the whip wrapping around his wrists and immobilizing them, he turned his head around in a flash.

"What are you doing?" said Tezuka. He tried moving his arms but found them tied back. Fuji chuckled and worked on perfecting his knot, assuring that there was no way Tezuka would get out of the binds. He stepped back for only a second to admire his handiwork, allowing Tezuka to turn back around and face him. "Fuji, what's the meaning of this?" he demanded.

Instead of answering, Fuji turned his full attention to Tezuka's neck, pushing the fabric of his bartender uniform out of the way and sucking at the soft skin he found there. He heard Tezuka's breath hitch and began moving up. His teeth nipped and bit at a supple neck, solid jaw and moving up to taste delicious lips. Tezuka's mouth offered no resistance and opened right up for Fuji's tongue.

Tezuka sighed, tasting and feeling nothing but Fuji. He was reminded of all the teasing he had endured in the last few weeks, of all the enticing stares, the dances, the goddamn sensual way Fuji had of stripping his clothes… Tezuka groaned, feeling a definite tightening in his pants appearing in an instant.

This was bad. Now even his mind was starting to think that staying with a sexy and nearly naked Fuji would be better than going home to study.

"I should… go…" said Tezuka, not sounding very convincing. Fuji smiled against his lips and kissed him again, lazy and unhurried, tasting him meticulously.

"No, I don't think so," said Fuji, leaving no room for disagreements. "I have such nice plans waiting for you." He let his hand trail down, slowly parting the buttons of Tezuka's vest. Tezuka could do nothing about it, with his hands still tied up behind him.

Part of Tezuka wanted to protest the fact that they were at work and who knows what would happen if someone caught them, but then Fuji pulled him away from the counter and out into the open dance floor and Tezuka had no choice but to follow. The place was so empty and wide without the mass of people dancing and socializing everywhere. Every step they took echoed in the whole room.

Just as he wondered where Fuji was taking him, Tezuka saw that they were at the foot of the stage, in front of the stairs. Tezuka frowned when Fuji pushed him up. Why were they going on the stage for?

"Don't worry, Tezuka," cooed Fuji. He guided Tezuka further and then sat him down in the center of the stage, close to the pole in the middle. "I'll give you a nice private show." The last of Tezuka's shirt was unbuttoned and pushed back along his arms, stopping at the tied wrists. Fuji stopped to admire the planes of Tezuka's chest from top to bottom. His hands followed his vision, running down along Tezuka's stomach and chest, feeling goosebumps rise on Tezuka's whole body. Then he trailed along the same paths with his mouth, smiling every time he succeeded in drawing out a small noise from Tezuka.

"Fuji…" said Tezuka, breathlessly squirming from the feeling of Fuji's mouth on him. He sounded like he was about to protest again so Fuji kissed him, drawing his tongue out and sucking on it like a piece of candy. Fuji's fingers found stiff nipples and played with them, pinching them hard and harder still when Tezuka began uttering light groans in response.

Oh yes, he had waited far too long to do this, thought Fuji.

"You know, Tezuka," Fuji suddenly stopped everything and stood up, leaving Tezuka panting and restrained on the stage floor. "You are the single most infuriating, maddening, and frustrating person to flirt with. You constantly avoid my advances, you never seem to willingly speak with me… yet here you are, panting at my feet after a few light touches." Fuji approached the pole in the center and ran his hands along it all the while staring back at Tezuka enticingly. "I work hard to make dances you would like… but I never get any positive feedback from you. It just breaks my heart."

Tezuka's throat went dry when Fuji began moving around the pole. He couldn't look away and for the first time he wasn't back at the bar, serving drinks while trying not to stare. No, this time he was right in front of Fuji, clearly able to see every rise and fall of his body, and every drip of sweat that ran down his neck. He let himself look and memorize every second of it. It was a million times more mesmerizing from such a short distance. The way Fuji moved was just breathtaking. His hips were always moving, thrusting against the pole, the air, the floor with quick desperation. His legs, so milky white and flexible, wrapped around the pole or lowered to the ground and spread open for Tezuka's eyes alone.

Fuji smiled coyly, his blue eyes never seeming to leave Tezuka's face. The lithe figure went down on the ground, grinding against the floor as he approached Tezuka on his arms and knees. Tezuka's breath was quick and excited just from seeing Fuji approach, his face promising a great deal of pleasure.

Fuji was soon straddling the taller brunette. "Do you like my dances, Tezuka?" Fuji breathed into Tezuka's ear.

Tezuka swallowed thickly. "I never miss one."

"Oh?" Fuji ran a finger from Tezuka's neck all the way down to the hem of his pants. "Even when you should have been working? What a bad boy you are." Fuji suddenly grasped him through his pants and Tezuka couldn't hold back a gasp. "Your pants might get dirty from being on the ground like this. Should I take them off?"

The way Fuji said dirty made Tezuka want to do some very inappropriate things to the dancer. Fuji didn't wait for an answer and began unzipping Tezuka's pants as slowly as he could. This time Tezuka could hardly hide his arousal, straining against his boxer-briefs.

Fuji grinded their hips together in that marvellously fluid way, exactly like he would do during his dance numbers.

"Ne, Tezuka, do you think of me sometimes?" asked Fuji. "Do you think of us doing things like this together?"

Yes! Tezuka's thoughts screamed but his mouth seemed unable to utter coherent sentences. Yes, he thought of it far more often than he would like to admit, often in times when he should be focussing on other things like his job. He would always remember Fuji's soft lips, his flawless skin and god, the way he moved his hips.

"I think of it often," said Fuji. "Of kissing you… feeling you against me… and touching you."

Tezuka couldn't hold back his groan upon hearing those words. The sound encouraged Fuji to press closer and let his lips meet Tezuka's. Any hesitation he had about Tezuka not liking him vanished in an instant when he saw how eagerly Tezuka returned the kiss.

Even if Tezuka's wrists were bound, that didn't stop him from savouring Fuji's mouth thoroughly. He put in the weeks of sexual frustration and teasing he had to endure in that deep open-mouthed kiss.

At that triumphant moment, Fuji began remembering Yukimura's words of advice, hints and suggestions the bluenette had given him weeks ago regarding Tezuka.

Make him want you, so much that he can't take it anymore. Work him up until he begs for your touch. Please him so well that he'll have nothing but you on his mind. Make him unable to resist returning for more come another day.

He pushed his hand inside Tezuka's briefs, coming in direct contact with the heated flesh contained within. Tezuka made a noise that was half a protest and half a moan before he tried retreating, looking unsure.

"Just let go, Tezuka," said Fuji. "Only for tonight, let yourself feel." He stroked Tezuka, firmly gripping the aching flesh. Tezuka unconsciously pressed back and then looked away as if embarrassed. Fuji chuckled. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Tezuka."

Even so, Tezuka couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He opened his mouth and shut it again, failing to speak because Fuji was touching him and god, it never felt this good when he did it to himself. He was filled with contradictions, both knowing he shouldn't be here and doing this but also having a burning desire for more of the pleasure Fuji was giving him.

The dancer worked at removing the briefs, sliding them down muscular thighs and down to his ankles. Tezuka could feel the burn of Fuji's stare and it made him squirm uncomfortably.

"Don't stare," choked out Tezuka.

Fuji smiled. "Again, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. The sight is more than impressive," he said, sporting a rather appreciative look. He then dipped his head down, reaching out to delicately kiss the skin of Tezuka's inner thigh. He sucked on the skin, moving up and nipping at the indent where leg met groin.

Every sound, every small gasp and choked moan Tezuka made was like a victory to Fuji, fuelling his desire for the bartender even more. Finally, Fuji stopped the teasing and moved on. He held Tezuka's shaft and kissed the head. Slowly, his mouth opened and descended, taking more and more inside.

Tezuka's mouth opened in a silent cry. As embarrassed as he was, he couldn't look away from the hypnotizing sight of his erection sliding deeper and deeper inside Fuji's mouth. The sight was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Fuji hummed around him and Tezuka gasped loudly, nearly losing it right there. He couldn't think anymore. The only thing he knew was that he needed more, so so much more, more of that heat, more suction, more Fuji.

Tezuka could feel fingers running down and caressing his swollen balls, all the while Fuji's mouth never ceased its ministrations. His hips rocked in place, making his cock slide between Fuji's lips and giving him amazing friction. Before he could get any warning out, Tezuka was coming, the blissful sensation taking over him in waves and shocks of electricity. Tezuka was pretty sure he had made a sound, a loud cry that echoed throughout the room, but he was past the point of caring.

Fuji gave him a smouldering look that made Tezuka's heart beat faster than it already was.

He lay on the ground panting as Fuji cleaned him off. The position was uncomfortable, with his tied hands digging painfully into his back.

"Can you untie me?" said Tezuka, his voice gone hoarse. He blinked the haze away from his vision, feeling the blissful sensation that came after orgasm wearing off.

Fuji pursed his lips. "How about a thank you kiss instead?" he asked.

Tezuka stared straight at him. "Why should I thank you for tying me up and then forcing yourself on me?"

Fuji felt an ice cold knot form inside him. He swallowed thickly, suddenly afraid that he had misread everything. Tezuka… was he mad? But... Tezuka definitely seemed like he had enjoyed it. He hadn't said no, but he hadn't really said yes either. Fuji unbounded Tezuka's arms, throwing the whip aside and watching as the bartender massaged his wrists, bringing blood flow back into his hands. Fuji looked down. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all.

"Where are my clothes?" asked Tezuka. Fuji opened his mouth and then closed it, instead choosing to gather up the loose pieces of clothing himself and giving them back to Tezuka. The bartender slowly re-dressed himself and Fuji felt worse and worse by the second. He shouldn't have done it. Tezuka was probably mad and would now never speak to him again.

Fuji couldn't take the silence anymore. He opened his mouth to voice an apology.

"Tezuka, I'm sorr-"

He was cut off when Tezuka suddenly grabbed his chin and kissed him, plundering his mouth not-so-gently. Once the surprise had faded, Fuji closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss, letting Tezuka's lips move in that hypnotizing fashion. Tezuka ended it with a sharp bite to Fuji's bottom lip.

Fuji yelped, massaging his bruised lip. "What was that for?"

Tezuka coughed. "I… had fun," he said lowly. "But next time you decide to do that, make sure I don't have an important exam to take in a few hours."

Fuji's eyes lit up brightly. His apology was soon forgotten and he practically tackled Tezuka back down, giggling and kissing him everywhere like a ridiculous girl.

"A change of setting might also be good," added Tezuka.

"Anything you want," agreed Fuji, high with happiness and hugging him tighter.

Tezuka knew he would not be getting a very high grade on his exam today, but he thought that perhaps it might have been worth it in the end.

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