!Warning!

This chapter is a little gruesome at the very end, very darkish. Some might not consider it dark, some will but just small warning.

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Tezuka was rinsing his hair to get the soapy substance out as the water rained on him. He sighed and placed a hand on the wall of the shower. He was confused. He'd never heard or ever recalled of Fuji talking about a shadow or a Kage at all. Was it a person or was it something that had to do with Takeda? Maybe he was just dreaming.

He nodded to himself and stuck his head under the shower head. Surely, Fuji was probably just having an insane dream.

"It's for the nightmares he's been having?"

Oishi's voice rang through him and he figured maybe it was just a strange nightmare. People had them all the time. He had one recently. He was trying to revive a person who was obviously dead and then he ended up being the killer without his knowing. But that was the thing about dreams, no matter how you came across them, no matter how out of place they were they contained some truth. He found out that the reason he had that strange dream was because of all the death he's seen in the past year, one of the many downfalls of his work.

He sighed and rest his forehead against the shower wall placing a hand over his left shoulder. He wanted to go back to Tennis. He was tired of working behind the desk and occasionally going to crime scenes. It just wasn't for him. He still worked out and still challenged himself from time to time to return to his old daily jogging ritual on his days off. He just had too much stress going on and now Fuji was keeping too much from him.

He stepped out the shower and dressed, returning back to the couch where Fuji still lay asleep he went to wake him.

"Did you bring something to eat?" Fuji yawned. Tezuka smiled and got off the coffee table grabbing Fuji's hand pulling him up with him. Fuji just looked at him and said nothing.

He nodded and let go of Fuji walking over to the table. Fuji followed him and smiled at the Sushi he had brought for dinner. He knew Fuji hadn't had sushi for a long time so he figured he'd break his non sushi days. "I'll be right back." Fuji said and patted off to their room.

Tezuka slumped over the kitchen island with his elbows resting on it. He couldn't keep up the act. He just wasn't used it, not anymore.

He turned so his lower back leaned against the kitchen island and took out his phone. He began dialing away and put the phone against his ear. He waited.

"Hello?"

"Oishi. I need to speak to you." He whispered trying not to draw any attention to himself.

"Ah…T-Tezuka…how are you?" Oishi asked with a nervous chuckle. He knew something was wrong with Oishi.

"Is something the matter?" He asked sternly. Did he interrupt something?

"Ah..no, not at all. What can I do for you?" Oishi was stuttering and it was annoying him because he intended to make this a quick phone call.

"I need to see as soon as possible." He asked quickly not hesitating.

"Alright. How about tomorrow?..." Oishi paused. "What's this about?"

"It's about Fuji."

"Let me check my schedule." There was a long pause and Tezuka only sighed frustrated. "On second thought I'm busy tomorrow."

"I don't care, I'm going. It's important." He replied coldly.

Oishi sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He flipped the phone closed not bothering for a farewell and turned around trying to see if Fuji was around. He smiled with relief once he heard the bathroom door from their room close signaling that Fuji was there the whole time.

Fuji came out moments later and smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Saa, let's eat." He smiled back at Fuji and nodded.

After their dinner, they sat on the same couch Fuji had been sleeping on and watched TV. Everything had felt the same, everything had been the same, Fuji's action, his reactions, his smile, everything so what was he hiding from him?

The TV was soon forgotten when Fuji climbed on top of him, his soft lips against his rough ones. Fuji smiled against his lips and he snaked his arms around his thin waist pulling him closer. Fuji let out an almost audible moan when he bucked his hips against Fuji's. He allowed his fingers to get tangled in his soft light brown hair and smiled at Fuji's reaction when he tugged on it so that his lips placed kisses down his neck.

Fuji placed a hand on his chest and slowly pulled away from him to remove his shirt. He enjoyed everything about these soft touches and foreplay moments. He began kissing past Fuji's naval and felt a hand his cheek. He looked up and Fuji looked down at him.

He kissed Fuji passionately and enjoyed the way his fingers were tangled into his own dark hair. "Not tonight." Fuji whispered against his lips and resumed kissing him. He let out a soft grunt in protest and grinded his hips against Fuji's. Fuji gasped and pulled away from his lips, the fingers in his hair tightening a little at the sudden pleasure that ran through him.

"We both want it Syuusuke." He whispered against his lover's ear. Fuji groaned into his ear as his hands found its way past his boxers. Fuji placed a hand on his arm and gripped it tight.

Fuji dragged his hands over Tezuka's sweats and slipped it past his boxers too, stroking him. They both groaned as they both began stroking one another but Tezuka couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to take Fuji right then and there but a random idea came to mind. So he pulled away and stood up. Fuji stared at him in question. He made way to the kitchen and came back. Fuji didn't say anything as he lowered himself to Fuji's stomach, leaving a wet trail down Fuji's naval and slowly lowered his shorts and boxers.

He looked up at Fuji and then the semi erect length in front of him. Fuji gasped when he felt cold hands around him and sat up when he engulfed him. "Wha-What are you doing?" He gasped again. "Take it out." Fuji said in between gasps. Tezuka placed a cold hand on Fuji's chest and made him lay back down. He had an ice cube in his mouth and ran it up Fuji's length. His tongue savoring what little he could from Fuji.

Fuji's gasps turned into moans as he felt Tezuka's cold tongue lick up his shaft, the mixture between cold and hot slowly driving him insane. Tezuka brought the ice cube to his head and dragged it around it. Fuji threw his head to the side moaning. His body was getting used to the cold temperature and the blood was rushing down to his groin quicker.

Because of the heat of his mouth and the heat from Fuji's length, the ice melted quickly allowing Tezuka to taste Fuji better. Fuji moaned and tightened his grip on Tezuka's hair, his knuckles white and his breathing heavy, he came into Tezuka's mouth. Tezuka swallowed Fuji's seed and wiped his lips from his own saliva before kissing Fuji.

Fuji's tongue played with Tezuka and tasted his own seed and moaned at the action. He was getting tired, drowsy from his recent actions. Tezuka ran his hand down Fuji's exposed chest and gently pinched a nipple. Fuji groaned. He tried to sit up, exhausted from release, and switched positions with Tezuka.

His breathing was still heavy and just knowing that Tezuka was still fully clothed bothered him and turned him on in a strange way. His fingers worked their way to slipping off Tezuka's sweats and placed his lips against Tezuka's neck, gently nibbling the skin beneath his lips.

Tezuka lifted his hips and Fuji pulled away to yank off the sweats. He looked down in between them and looked at Tezuka's erect manhood, pearly liquid slowly oozing out from the head. Fuji chuckled and kissed Tezuka again, his hand slowly stroking and spreading the liquid along his length. Tezuka groaned into the kiss and reached in between Fuji's legs, caressing his thigh and moving his fingers to his entrance without breaking their lips apart. He got closer to Tezuka so that it was easier for Tezuka to press in the digits, slightly raising his hips. Fuji moaned into the kiss when he felt Tezuka slip a finger into his entrance. Fuji didn't stop stroking and Tezuka slipped in another. Fuji moaned again and broke apart, resting his forehead against Tezuka's shoulder, panting.

He pushed himself into Tezuka's fingers and let his hand fall from Tezuka's erection. He moved a little forward and positioned Tezuka's member into his own entrance. He groaned softly as it slipped in and lowered himself to tap kiss Tezuka before moving. He hooked his fingers onto Tezuka's shirt and lifted it above his head but didn't take it off. Tezuka's chest was totally exposed and it turned him on more. He moved up and down slowly swaying his hips. Tezuka removed the unnecessary cloth that still stood on his shoulders and moved his hand onto Fuji's hips, trying not to move yet. Controlling himself to not ram into Fuji. Fuji swayed his hips again and moaned. He ceased to move and continued again.

Tezuka licked his lips and decided to give in to his deep desire and bucked his hips to Fuji's slow and sensual rhythm. Fuji moaned again and increased the pace. Tezuka held onto him, still moving his hips while moaning. Tezuka groaned and pulled himself out to place Fuji underneath him. Fuji panted and spread his legs as Tezuka positioned himself in front of his entrance. He entered him and Fuji moaned.

Tezuka raised Fuji's legs and decided to torture him and only slid himself halfway in and pulled himself almost all the way out only to push in back halfway. It was torturing for him too but the sweetest moans were given to him when he tortured Fuji. "Nnngg…S-Stop…Mmm" Fuji moaned and turned his head to the side.

He smiled at the moans he was rewarded with and kept the action. Fuji unconsciously slid his hand down in between his legs and began stroking himself. Tezuka looked at the action and it only made him harder, if that was even possible. Fuji had never done that before, not to his recollection. Tezuka pushed himself all the way in and closed the space between them, Fuji's hand still stroking didn't stop from pleasing himself as Tezuka moved in and out. Tezuka grabbed hold of Fuji's wrist and gently pulled it away so that he could stroke him while thrusting in and out of him instead. Fuji didn't seem to protest and moaned louder as his hand draped itself around his neck.

Tezuka groaned and felt Fuji twitch around him and kissed Fuji one last time before releasing into him. Fuji followed and came into his hand, moaning one last time.

Tezuka tried not to crush his boyfriend and smiled softly at their panting. Fuji smiled as well, unaware of the latter's smile, and gently caressed the back of Tezuka's neck. "Are we..," Fuji took in a deep breath. "Going to fall asleep out here?" He questioned. Tezuka slowly withdrew himself from Fuji and chuckled hearing him whimper. Despite their messy bodies and worn muscles, he carried Fuji, as best as he could, into the bedroom, disregarding their clothes and nudeness. They both slid into bed.

Fuji snuggled close to Tezuka as Tezuka draped an arm around him lovingly, briefly placing his lips against Fuji's forehead before falling to sleep.

3 hours passed.

No sound.

Just the sound of soft breathing and gentle snoring.

Then there was movement.

'I told you not to forget.'

Kage removed himself from Tezuka careful not to wake him yet again. He stretched and almost gagged at how disgusting this body felt. It was filthy, messy and what was worse, full with unnecessary fluid. He felt so damn disgusting.

He walked over to the closet where he had stuffed away the clothes he had used the night before and slipped them on along with some new underwear hoping that by god, that the stuff running down his thighs were not to affect his plans. He almost gagged.

He turned to look back at Tezuka's sleeping form and stood next to the bed, facing him. Such hatred, such anger towards the man that started it all. Such anger for the man that couldn't just admit that he too, loved Fuji at first sight. What a dense man, what a dense human being. That's why he loathed humans. They kept so many lies to "protect" people they claimed to love but instead they hurt them. How did that make sense at all?

It was so easy. A man unguarded was a weak man. A vulnerable asset, a pathetic lifeless puppet laid right in front of him and his hands itched, desired, craved to end it. Snap the cord of his life with a simple move, with a simple movement but he had other plans for tonight that didn't include bloodshed in the host's house.

He smirked and headed for the door, grabbing the keys and leaving.

He walked down the empty dark streets trying so very hard to disregard the sticky feeling in between his legs.

He had contemplated to bring a weapon this time but he rationally thought about it. If he had taken a knife from the house, it would have resulted to suspicion and if he guessed right, Tezuka was never one to miss details. From the most obvious to the most ridiculous; he was well known for spotting the greatest of details in crime scenes. So he felt very much accomplished when he had decided not to take one. Besides he had the greatest weapons he needed already.

He tried not to go down the normal route and looked everywhere. "Where the hell are all the damn bastards?" He whispered to himself. Kage took a corner and fell to the ground hard.

"Hehehe, look what we have here, fresh meat." Some fat guy said to another guy who was the complete opposite of him. The skinny guy just smiled and licked his lips. 'Oh great. Perfect.' He sat up and scooted away pretending to be scared.

He looked around from side to side and backed up into a wall. "No please, don't hurt me" Fear coating his imitation of Fuji's voice.

The fat guy began taking off his pants. 'Fuck you.' "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." The fat guy dropped his pants and Kage stood up so fast, thanks to the support of the wall, jabbing his palm up the fat guy's nose breaking it. The skinny one stared at him and brought his fists up.

"Seriously? You hardly got muscle on those pathetic arms of yours." The skinny guy stared at him shocked probably because of two things. One, his voice had completely changed. Two, he had finally realized that he was probably not going to be able to stand a chance against him. The skinny guy began to run and Kage sighed. "Too bad I don't like evidence." He ran after the guy thanking whatever force out there that Fuji had been quite fast because of Tezuka's horrible training in middle school. He had caught up with him merely 10 feet away from the fat guy who was still groaning and holding his face. Kage grabbed the skinny guy by his baggy hoodie and used his own momentum against him, throwing him hard against the wall that he fell down unconscious.

Kage sighed contently and stretched his arms out. "Now, where was I?" He said walking over to the fat half naked perv and grabbed him by his hoodie as well, using everything he could to dragged the groaning fatty closer to his unconscious accomplice and dropped him. "Have you ever thought about a diet?" Kage asked him actually waiting for an answer. Of course he was rewarded with a groan.

Kage sighed and placed a hand on his own cheek and closed his eyes. 'Wake up, Tensai.' He urged over and over until he sensed the other awake.

'Where are we?'

"Shh, there's something I need you to feel, well, see." Kage said with a wide grin. He crouched down and grabbed the fat guy by his hair. "What's your name fat ass?"

The fat guy looked at him with tears. "Kyosuke." He whispered obviously scared.

"So, Kyosuke here tried to assault us." Kage said out loud informing Fuji. "And what do we do to people who try to assault us, Fuji?" Kyosuke looked at him like Kage like he was insane but ignored him.

'Please Kage, I don't want this anymore. Let him go, please.' Fuji pleaded knowing he couldn't do anything. His body was completely in Kage's control.

Kage shoved the fat guy's face into the ground with a good amount of force and heard the guy scream out in pain. Luckily, no one was around. "Oh Fuji, you have so much to learn. That's why we're here." He said smiling. He brought Kyosuke's face up again and smiled at him. "This is what we do. Stand up." He said to Kyosuke as he stood up. He forced him by his hair. "Good boy." He placed a hand over Kyosuke's mouth and made sure it was secure enough to prevent biting and such. Kyosuke tried to pull away but as he tried to Kage raised his leg and kick him in his kneecap, breaking it. "Shh, shhhh." He whispered to Kyosuke who tried to scream and began crying. "It's okay. I'm teaching someone."

He heard Fuji crying and screaming inside but he didn't care. "See, this is what happens. But you got to make sure not to let anyone hear them." Kage caressed Kyosuke's cheek and took in a deep breath as the adrenaline began making itself present in his body. He could even feel Fuji getting excited. His body at least. "I know what type of murderer you are." Kage said excited. He dug his free hand through Kyosuke's pockets and sure enough found a switchblade. "Kinky aren't we, Syuusuke?" Kage said to Fuji before turning Kyosuke around and digging the blade into his throat. He slowly ran it across his neck letting the blood squirt everywhere.

That had gotten Fuji's attention. He was left with no more emotion, just another empty shell upon shell. "I knew you'd be excited for that."

He walked over to the skinny guy who was still unconscious and sat next to him. "You think he has money?" Kage asked actually pondering the thought.

Kage smirked and closed his eyes. "I love our first date." He said.

So this was kind of dark and done horribly, so I apologize for that.

Aside from that, I hope you guys still enjoyed it. Reviews and messages even questions are welcomed. Especially, reviews. It always encourages me more to write.

Anywho, again, thanks for reading and hopefully you guys are excited for the next chapter :D

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Author Fun Fact: Was writing a totally lovey dovey fan fic during the creation of this chapter. [Isn't that ironic?]