"FYI I sleep naked. But since you're here, I'll leave my pants on." - Tezuka

Fuji silently took a sip from his glass of cognac. After Niou took off with Atobe, he wasted no time and fled the area. Mission protocols demands all agents to communicate with their partners or headquarters in the case of solo missions. Fuji did neither.

He's tired. So exhausted more than how his pride wants to admit. But he also knew it wasn't much of the physical drain but more like emotional. Three days ago he was so sure of himself - that he could perfectly carry out the mission without issues about attachment and the like.

And while he did his part in the sudden triple collaboration with the GUILD's two of the best, he couldn't set aside the growing emptiness in him. Was it really over? Will he even see Atobe again? Fuji knew he shouldn't. The NIRVANA head will be on the run from now on, and he should know better not to get involved.

Still...

"I trust my intuition, but I'm no psychic," the familiar baritone voice greeted.

Fuji turned to his side to find Tezuka taking the seat to his left.

"What are you doing here?"

Tezuka signaled the bartender. Apparently, the man knew Tezuka well to actually understand what mix the other wants. "You just left. You didn't even drop a message."

"Where's Feb?"

A frown crept at the normally stoic guy. "Back at headquarters."

"You didn't go with him?"

Tezuka's drink arrived. He took a sip and let the strong concoction burn his throat before facing Fuji. "If I did I wouldn't be here."

Few seconds of silence passed between them before January decided to break it. "Are you all right?"

Fuji sighed and faced the other guy. "I just drove my boyfriend away. My ankles still hurt for that stupid high heels you made me wear, and I actually don't know how to describe what I feel, so no. I don't think I'm fine. Happy now?"

Tezuka glanced at Fuji's half full drink before he grabbed and finished it in a gulp. The blue-eyed genius glared at him.

"Let's go."

"The mission's done."

"I know. And I have a hotel reservation nearby."

The confused look on Fuji's face was apparent.

"I keep my words. You did your job. So now you can have me for a day," Tezuka glanced at his wrist watch. "Your 24 hours starts now."

Fuji snickered, half amused and annoyed. He's stressed. Upset even. And then here's Tezuka, disturbing his precious 'me moment' for what? A one night stand?

"Go home. Just forget about it," he muttered, frowning as he realized that his glass is now empty. He was about to call the bartender when Tezuka grabbed him by the wrist and literally yanked him off where he was seated.

"You might not want to avail of this opportunity, but I do."

"Tezuka-"

"Not another word until we get to my room."

Yukimura held two knives on his hands, savoring the feel of their sharp blades as he ran them on his fingers. "So for how long?" he asked, eyes fixed at Shiraishi who was primly seating at the edge of the bluenette's bed as ordered.

"What do you mean by how long?" March asked, eyeing the knives on the other's hand. "And will you please put those away?"

Yukimura flipped the knives on his hands, ignoring his friend. "I figured you have a crush on me. Since when?"

Shiraishi frowned, wanting to look annoyed, though the blush on his face said otherwise. "Crush? C'mon Seiichi. We're no longer kids."

"The fact is, you kissed me. And I liked it. You're good."

"Thanks...Hey!" Shiraishi snapped. "You did it first! And that's not the point!"

Yukimura shrugged. "It doesn't matter. The real issue is you're starting to develop this romantic attachment to me of all people..." Yukimura sighed with a frown. "...and you know how I hate those types of complications."

March opened his mouth to retort, only to look away and think. This is so not right. Yes he was annoyed that the certain Sanada person was suddenly brought on their side. And yes he's not particularly in favor of Seiichi caring for him like they're close. But that doesn't mean he's in love or something. He's straight. He respects the bluenette and that is all. Romantic attachment? With a guy? Jeez he doesn't even date girls anymore. Shiraishi would rather put himself in the category of 'asexual' beings.

He inhaled and stared back at February. "I don't feel anything for you, okay?" he exhaled. "...at least not the way you think. I care because you cared for me when I had nothing. And I hate having to deal with someone who obviously doesn't care for you at all."

Yukimura nodded, conceding to his point. "I see."

"Can I go now?"

The bluenette frowned in thought. "Yes.." he said stepping closer and gently pushing Shiraishi down on bed. He leaned close. "But I don't feel well..."

"Have you talked to Renji? C'mon I'll bring you-"

Yukimura held out a finger to his lips, stopping him from talking. "I know a better medication."

March frowned. "Why do I get the feeling that it doesn't have to do with anything medical?"

February smiled. "Because it doesn't."

And then they kissed.

"Fancy," Fuji muttered taking in every detail of Tezuka's room.

When he said he had a reservation, he never thought it meant a VIP room. But then again it's Tezuka that we're talking about. Money is never an issue. Still he was surprised with the other's taste. He was under the impression that January's more like the minimalist type. The room is far from minimalist.

He turned to his companion and frowned when he saw the other undressing. "What are you doing?"

"Saving you the hassle."

Fuji gaped. And then he bit his lower lip. "I didn't come here for sex. If that's what you're thinking."

Tezuka looked at him, perhaps trying to assess their current situation and the blatant rejection he has just been confronted. "Atobe will be fine. As long as he stays put near his guards, he'll be fine."

"You don't know that."

"I know him," Tezuka muttered discarding his shirt on the couch. He faced Fuji, shirts off, and hair slightly ruffled. April would never say it out loud, but Tezuka looked so damn hot, that he had to try not to stare at those rich abdominal muscles on display. He knew that alcohol and an overly attractive guy is never a good combination. And January, who seemed to read right through his thoughts just had the audacity to let out a smirk.

"I won't do anything," Tezuka said, opening his arms wide. "You can stare if that's what you want. Or, you can touch me. Choose."

Fuji rolled his eyes and diverted his attention to something else - anything. His eyes landed on the bed. "I'd rather get a good night sleep," he said, not waiting for the other's permission as he slammed himself on the soft mattress. He never thought he wanted to lie down this bad not until his back made contact with the feathery soft bed. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Tezuka went closer and did the same. Fuji's eyes snapped open the moment he felt the additional weight on his side. He darted a look at January. "Put on a shirt."

"FYI I sleep naked. But since you're here, I'll leave my pants on."

Fuji felt the heat of combined embarrassment and anger boiling up. But instead of voicing an argument he shut up and stared at the ceiling. They remained silent for a few minutes that Fuji almost thought the other had fallen asleep. He tore away his gaze from the plain patterns above him and turned his head to his side.

He wished he didn't. For Tezuka stared back - with those intense hazel eyes that felt like they can see through anything. Fuji blinked and opted to turn his back on him but not before Tezuka pulled him by the shoulders, successfully pinning him down on bed, with January now hovering on top of him.

"I...really want to sleep..." Fuji muttered, not able to take his eyes off Tezuka's.

"And I really want to kiss you," came the response, followed by a cold finger tracing on his lips.

Fuji swallowed and tore his eyes away from the other guy. This is so unfair. Yes Tezuka's gorgeous. But his appeal goes beyond just the superficial good looks. He's a natural flirt. Worse, even if he is flirting, it feels so genuine you'll have a hard time resisting. Fuji sighed in surrender. He's upset all right. And his mind's still reeling with Atobe's whereabouts. Add these all up and put a decent glass of strong cognac on top and you could say he's not really on his best condition to be rational. And so...

"Just tonight, you hear me?" he muttered, refusing to look back at the guy on top of him. "...and then we'll forget this ever happened."

The response came in the form of a gentle kiss on his cheek. He then felt Tezuka's lips trailing down his jaw, his neck...

"One more thing," he said with a sharp sigh. "Don't leave any marks."

Tezuka pulled away and looked at him in amusement. "That...really depends on the situation."

Fuji rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just...practice moderation...if you know what I mean."

Tezuka gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Sure thing."

SY: 'This is so unfair.' Yes Fuji...I hear you. Tezuka's looks is so unfair. I'd have to summon the Sanada-like willpower in me to focus, and write without fangirling in front my laptop. I'm just not sure if I gave justice to the descriptions. You know better. I'll leave it at that.

So minna-san?...This is a no assassination chapter. I figured that our agents need some break as much as we do.