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Atobe and Fuji sat together on the terrace out back, a warm blanket around them as they cuddled. The sun was starting its slow descent and soon night would be upon the two of them.
"Winter isn't that far off," Atobe commented idly as he smoothed fingers through Fuji's long hair. "I was wondering if you'd like a change of scenery and somewhere a bit warmer. The winters are rather harsh here and I'm afraid it's a little harder to keep up the supply runs – generally during the winter no one uses this place."
"I suppose a change of scenery couldn't hurt. But where? Aren't warmer places generally more crowded? I'm not really ready to run into anyone who might leak where I am to the press...much less run into any member of the press..."
Atobe smirked at this, chuckling softly.
"You think I would really send you somewhere where you'd get caught easily? I'm an Atobe – I can get you your own island if you wanted, honestly, Syuusuke. No, there's a very exclusive resort island where all press is barred and security is very tight to keep the privacy of the guests. No one would squeak a word that you were there. I'm taking a bit of a vacation myself and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me. Then you could stay there when I have to go back to work."
"I assume we'd take one of your private fancy planes to get there?" Fuji asked with a giggle. "No less for the great Keigo, ne?"
The artist tilted his head back a little to look at his new partner – he supposed they were boyfriends now? – and grinned at him, his blue eyes open for once.
"Of course we'd take one of my planes," Atobe scoffed in reply. "Do you really think I'd settle for less? I was planning to go a couple days from now if you'd join me?"
"A change of scenery might be nice...and I suppose I won't want to brave the winter especially if it gets rough here. I don't have much to pack either so I can go with you."
He'd miss the quiet villa and the scenery of the valley and nearby village, but a change of pace and scenery would be very nice.
The plane ride offered no trouble to the two lone passengers and Fuji had to admit it was rather nice to not have to deal with cramped seats, crying babies and space-hogging passengers. Instead he was able to recline in a seat that might as well have been a bed it was so comfortable. They also got to have meals far superior than the average plane food – nothing less for an Atobe, of course.
The two passengers did their best to nap a little bit so the jet lag wouldn't be horrible by the time they arrived at the resort. The location of the resort was known but due to the ridiculously heavy security and measures taken to protect privacy, the media never knew who was there or not unless a celebrity casually mentioned it.
The landing was smooth and the two were greeted with early morning sunlight as they disembarked the plane. The small private airport had a few other planes parked alongside the runway and Fuji was rather relieved to see that there wasn't a rush of people – fans and the press – coming to meet them. Instead a single attendant made sure the luggage was unloaded safely into the awaiting vehicle that had pulled up to their parking spot and the two were quickly being whisked away to the resort.
The resort was a scattering of ocean-side villas spaced nicely apart and each surrounded with plenty of foliage and short walls to provide extra privacy. Aside from the private airport there was also restaurants, a couple spas and a tropical garden space perfect for romantic walks. The beaches were immaculate with bright white sand.
Villas ranged in size depending on how many people were going to be using them. The two were dropped off in front of one of the smaller sized ones, though it was still lovely. Made of tropical wood and sturdy stone foundations, the roof was a mix of thatch and wood. Windows easily opened to let in the sea breeze and French doors opened to a back deck with stairs down to the ocean. This particular villa was one story and featured a large bedroom for two, a kitchen, bathroom and sitting area.
Fuji was a little surprised that Atobe would be alright with such a plain (by Atobe standards) place.
Their luggage was set in the bedroom and then they were left alone to enjoy the peace and quiet together.
Fuji toed off his shoes near the door and walked out to the deck, leaning on the railing and looking at the sparkling blue water. He was joined shortly by Atobe, who stood behind him, wrapping his arms around Fuji's waist loosely.
"I'm surprised it's not fancier," Fuji commented. "Or flashier, given your tastes."
"Even I like a break from that. Besides, there'll be plenty of that back in Japan," Atobe replied with a scoff. "But more importantly, do you like this, Syuusuke?"
"I do," the artist hummed in reply. "And I think you're right, about having a change of scenery. It's so nice and warm here. Thank you for all of this, Keigo. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."
"Syuusuke, you have repaid in by becoming mine," Atobe replied. "Do not worry about repayment, let us consider it settled."
He tightened his hold just a little on Fuji, happy to be here with the other. Atobe was just glad that he would have this opportunity to grow their fledgling bond as boyfriends.
He would have to see about finding some flowers while they were here – there was no need to stop what he hoped would be a sweet tradition between the two of them.
Flowers had brought them together and he hoped they would become a part of them staying together.
It was very early in the relationship, but Atobe was going to be doing everything he could to keep Fuji Syuusuke at his side forever.
A/N: Surprise, a chapter minus some flowers! More to come, see you next chapter...