TF FanFiction L

^^~ The twelfth usually signifies the end of magic or the end of secrets, but in this twelfth chapter, I only wish to bring forth pleasurable dreams -_-~*. Hope you, dear readers, enjoy the mini teaser from the last chapter as much as I tried to do a pleasant job at writing it. Hmm~ Should I say expect more ai's in this chappie? Lemons anyone? :3 Well, I would still very much appreciate your comments and insights. Please continue to grace your guidance upon me.

Disclaimer: I could only dream... (^o^=)*~


******** (Somewhere between the fleeting reverie where reality, dreams, and fantasy collide) ********

'Seriously? A nosebleed?' exclaimed chibi-Tezuka. 'After this miraculous opportunity landed on his path, what an idiot!' He was massaging his temples irritably.

'That's what's bothering you? Just the way he looked at Syuusuke's body is giving me the creeps.' remarked a blushing chibi-Yuuta. 'At least, that guy had some decency to control himself, or Kami-sama knows what else he could have done to my aniki!'

'Wh-what did you say?' chibi-Tezuka towered over chibi-Yuuta. 'My liege is no such pervert! He maybe an idiot...,' he paused on the thought, 'sometimes, but never would he stoop so low as to attack an unguarded opponent! Err... I meant to say, person!'

'Well, you did say he is an idiot, no?' the youngest chibi countered.

'I specifically said sometimes! Sometime! Which is ever so rarely, and isn't even as often as you do!' The chibi megane answered, trying as hard not to snap at chibi-Yuuta.

'Still, doesn't mean that he has a choice over the 4 W's and H when it comes to being a total idiot!' exclaimed chibi-Yuuta. 'And, at the moment, he totally looks it! Yeah... Yeah, he's always in control, a master of it even, but - and I don't need to remind you of this - he always, and I mean always, loses it whenever aniki's involved!' He remarked angrily, flailing his arms widely.

'You-,' started the chibi megane, 'stop insulting my liege! Idiocy or not, Kunimitsu won't be doing anything indecent to Syuusuke-' chibi-Tezuka peeked at the almost naked Tesnai, 'no matter how tempting that kitten may be! As annoyingly naive an idiot he is, my liege is no stupid, perverted maniac!

'What was that? Kitten?' glared chibi-Yuuta. 'Don't you dare degrade the regality of my aniki's name!' he hissed in anger. 'Besides, I never accused Kunimitsu of being a stupid, perverted maniac! It was all your own assumption! And if you were even listening to a word I said before, you, of a consciousness, would've known that I was complimenting your 'liege'!'

Chibi-Tezuka was taken aback by what the youngest chibi said. 'You call 'making Kunimitsu look like a perverted hormonal teen' a compliment?'

'I never said anything remotely like that!' shouted chibi-Yuuta. 'I never implied Kunimitsu to be such person you strangely assume I thought! And stop assuming so negatively about everything I'm saying!'

'Youre telling me that it was all my assumption?' chibi-Tezuka glaredd daggers at chibi-Yuuta. 'Fine! Then, tell me what you meant when you said that at least Kinimitsu had the decency to control himself or what could he have done when he always, and as you emphasized, always loses himself whenever Syuusuke's involved, huh?'

Chibi-Yuuta flushed in vermillion red, even releasing small heat puffs, as he effectively turned his back on chibi-Tezuka. 'All I meant was... was...'

'Was what?' asked the chibi megane annoyedly.

'All I meant was that Kunimitsu is a decent guy... and that he won't do a-anything against Syuusuke's will. That... that he will... taken good care of him... and that Kunimitsu will... will never fail to complete the void in his heart...' chibi-Yuuta was stuttering all over, but he didn't care. He was telling the truth Yuuta couldn't tell Syuusuke, and so he had to make these thoughts known to the Tensai telephatically. 'That I-I'm glad that he's the one... that 'special person' that would... that would definitely make Syuusuke the happiest person in the universe... well, as soon as that idiot realizes what he essentially missed...,' he continued confessing, purposely lowering his voice on the last line. 'I know, for a fact, that the two of them will definitely be successful...contently satisfied...happily spending every second of their ever after with each other... Wh-what I'm trying to say is... is... is that I approve of him for my aniki...'

Chibi-Tezuka was rendered speechless... Chibi-Yuuta figited, his vermillion blush still very evident. The chibi megane had totally forgotten his anger, and had never been happier to have been mistaken. But, he also felt so relieved to realize that Syuusuke's otouto had approved of Kunimitsu, and had even given his blessing for their budding relationship. Kunimitsu would surely be happy to know this, but he wouldn't tell his liege of it - it would ruin their romantic drama, he simply concluded. Chibi-Tezuka was simply wallowing in cloud nine, when he heard a melodic chuckle.

'Technically speaking, he's not your aniki, Yuu-chi,' smiled chibi-Fuji, without removing his gaze from the the subjects they are watching over. 'Besides, I'm sure there would be nothing to worry about Kunimitsu's actions concerning Syuusuke. He's much too kind, that he won't do, the least even attempt, anything big and irrevocable until Syuusuke is conscious and has consented to it. I know Kunimitsu is, as you said, a decent guy, and if his feelings were true beyond only physical lust, he would wait, ne?' He turn towards the two bickering chibis, smile growing a few millimeters wider, as if to asked his companions for approval.

Chibi-Tezuka sighed and rubbed his temples, while chibi-Yuuta flushed in a deeper shade of red and managed to reply with a small not, not at all facing his chibi aniki. Then, the two floated over to where chibi-Fuji was sitting, and occupied the space on both his sides, chibi-Tezuka on the right and chibi-Yuuta on the left.

'What happened to Kunimitsu? And why is Syuusuke naked... Well, almost?' asked a conscience, noticeably raising his tone on the last two words in amusement.

The three didn't need to turn their heads to know who had inquired, nor do they have to answer.

'They haven't done it, have they?' the inquirer's soft feminine voice asked again. 'Good Kami-sama, tell me they haven't!'

The trio is also know that they didn't really have to say anything, knowing fully well that the inquirer is already aware of the answer - but answer they did (sort of), for it was only the polite thing to do.

'Your Hakuouki-hime was there, wasn't he? So, I guess you got the gist of it,' chibi-Fuji teased. 'I'm sorry that Kunimitsu and Syuusuke had to intrude in your 'privacy,' ne, Sei-chi?'

Chibi-Yukimura smiled ever so sweetly, which meant that he was partially annoyed with being on the receiving end of the joke. 'Hmm~ then, I guess the both of them still have a long way to go, ne, Gen-chi?'

Chibi-Sanada nodded in response to the chibi-Yukimura's counter.

'Maa... You could be sued for copyright infringement for using that catchphrase, you know?' mused chibi-Fuji, quite enjoying the distraction. 'If Ryo-chi was here, he'd smirk at you, and if you're lucky, he might even throw in the original 'mada mada dane'.'

'Yeah, make fun at my expense,' chibi-Yukimura pouted adorably. 'And, here I was worrying about their condition.'

Chibi-Fuji chuckled, 'Saa... Are you really? Or Hakuouki-hime had just shut you off, so that he might actually enjoy making love with Genchirou?'

Chibi-Yukimura and chibi-Sanada both blushed, only the former's is much more evident, which the trio took as confirmation of chibi-Fuji's query.

'Fine, I'll admit that we were shut off, but, really, I was worried about what would become of you with Syuusuke like that,' chibi-Yukimura said pointing at the sleeping Syuusuke.

'Why? Would you like me to confirm that they have done it, ne, and moaned in pleasure like your Hakuouki-hime?' pried chibi-Fuji, intending for the Rikkai's chibi Buchou to get the message of dropping their conversation.

Unfortunately, the latter didn't, or rather he refused to. 'Will you stop referring to Seiichi-sama by that nickname! It disgustingly reminds me of the past sickening hospitals and bed-ridden days..Besides, Seiichi-sama and Genchirou-sama aren't some undignified fuck-buddies ,' his midnight blue eyes piercing through azure orbs, 'they truly loved each other, more that mere physical attraction. You do understand that, don't you?'

'Oh, I do understand... love, is it?' chibi-Fuji's smile widened mischieviously, 'it's supposed to reach intellectually and pleasurably deep inside you, ne? Jerk out every intimacy and truthfulness from within you, and lay it all out in complete bare nakedness, that you may fully trust and be trusted by you partner, am I right, Sei-chi?'

Chibi-Yukimura sighed at how chibi-Fuji effectively twisted the the words defining love, so that they sounded exactly like having a sexual intercourse. He even accented the word 'trust,' making it sound a lot like 'thrust.' But what annoyed him all the more was that the chibi Tensai said them in the most innocent manner, when the latter meant to be satirically sarcastic. Well, what did he really expect, this is Syuusuke's consciousness after all. Although the chibi Tensai did get the gist of what loving someone entailed, it was very clear that he is afraid to delve too deeply in it, and evaded it in jove.

'Really now, Syu-chi, let's stop this childishness,' warned chibi-Yukimura, 'you couldn't fool anyone with those veils of facades like humans are capable of. You, of all consciousness, should know better! To be living within a person of exceptionally high tolerance and capability of controlling emotional facias, makes you all the more vulnerable to emotional distress than anyone of us.' Then, he looked at their companions, before stopping with chibi-Tezuka. 'Then again, I guess you're not too alone in that area.'

*sigh* 'Mou, guess I've been caught,' surrendered chibi-Fuji. His azure gems flickered open, glistening with withheld tears. The smile he wore serenely, envisioned both hope and fear. 'Ne, Sei-chi, will they really be alright?'

There was no answer...

It wasn't their place to answer...

It wasn't their choice...

Only the humans can decide for themselves...

The chibis sat together, side by side, and simply watched the subjects in question, each whispering their silent wish.

******** (Back to reality) ********

Tezuka's nose-bleed has stopped, and thankful that it did. He still needed to dress Fuji up, before Yumiko returns to the room. In the least, he doesn't want Fuji's née-san to think that he was taking advantage of her otouto in his unguardedness. And so, he quickly washed himself clean, wiping all and any traces of blood and water left from his face. Looking at the mirror, his tousled hair never looked so messy before, even after his drilling matches with Atobe and Sanada. But, he guessed that Fuji had really worked him up to that extent. Fuji had always been the only one that can. He smiled at the thought that only the Tensai could affect him the way he did, and it just felt special somehow. Then, he tidied his features, grabbed a couple of tissue paper (precautionary measure should another nosebleed occur), and headed back to the room.

Fuji was annoyedly drifting between being awake and sleeping, frowning at the throbbing headache, the sickening nausea, and stomach-churning heat in his body. With all the ailment and dizziness, it was unnatural for someone to remain conscious (not really sane or sober, just conscious), but here he was, with Dream having 'sand' problems. His hand reached for the last piece of clothing, trying to get it off to ease the uncomfortable heat. He, soon, gave up though, as his groggy effort could only manage to push it down until a bit below his pelvic. The heat was getting at his nerves. Fuji tossed and turned a couple of times, before settling once again at his back, and groaned in discomfort.

'Kami-sama, why do you tease me so?' Tezuka dreadfully thought. The sweat layering over Fuji's skin escalated his unearthly beauty to glistening beyond celestial magnificence. The Tensai's slow-motioned movement looked all so temptingly seductive, even if it was done unconsiously. And those moan... Shit! The Buchou could feel another surge of liquified heat coming. The vermillion blush came rushing back to his face as soon as his gaze landed at Fuji's almost revealed... *Nosebleed!* Tezuka immediately averted his eyes, and quickly shoved the rolled tissue papers into the edge of his nasal organ. (A/N: D Haha! I don't really think he would do this, but tissue papers are better than shoving tampons in, right? Even if the latter are more absorbent, it would be weird if either of them would be in possession of that. Besides, tissue would work fine with their heat, if you understand what I mean ^.*~).

"Mngh..." groaned fuji. The taste of his favorite wine selection, the magnum of Dom Pérignon Œnothèque Rosé, vintage 1966, was of exquisite quality and is so exotically addicting, but damned be it's aphrodisiacally aftereffect! He body felt so hot that his entirety needed release.

Fuji felt his unrecognized companion's return, again occupying the space beside his body. Those same hands were now cold and was trying to lift his underwear up. 'No!' he wanted to say, but coherent words seemed to have betrayed him. The Tensai grabbed those hands and pulled them over his hardening member, whilst one of his own slid inside and tried stroking for release. "Hmmn~aah~"

Tezuka quickly retreated both his hands upon Fuji's unexpected action, his eyes still locked at how his angel is stroking himself - unconsciously masterbating - devilishly tempting the beast within him to act on impulse.

"Mnngh! Aah~!" moaned Fuji. The heat was driving his wasted brain crazy, and it hurt like hell. He needed help, needed those hands to help him out of his uncomfortable state. It was relieving to feel that his struggle finally managed to lower his underwear down to his thighs, but that was the least of his concern at the moment. His mind was crying for his unrecognized companion's aid, but all that came out was, "Ah! A-ahn! Oh~!" Damn stupid wastedness! Fuji raised, weakly searched and reached for the man's hands.

Tezuka is never one to be manipulatively tempted by anyone. But Fuji isn't just anyone, and is currently doing quite a good job at provoking the Buchou's animalistic instinct. Tezuka knew the risk he would be taking for succumbing to this temptation. He knew that doing this could break the thinning thread between them. He knew that doing this might sever what remains of their friendship. He knew that Fuji might run away and avoid him after what he will be doing. He knew all this, but still he wanted to release Fiji from his suffering.

Tear were welling up in Fuji's closed eyes. 'Help me, please!' his mind, which is about to go insane from this throbbing pain, shouted desperately. His own hand slid up and down, up and down, but it wasn't enough... And the tyranical throbbing is killing him inside, then he felt salvation. His hands were pushed aside, and those angelic hands began stroking Fuji's manhood slowly, gently, but it was more than stimulating enough. He needed - wanted - more! And, as if the man read his mind, alternating, rhythmically, hastened his strokes, pulling in a bit more sensual grip onto his member.

'Oh, Kami-sama! These heaven-sent hands! Aah~! S-so good!' Fuji moved his waist for more intensity, and felt the greatest reward pleasurable. The man kissed - lapped unimaginable sweetness at - the tip of his manhood, then traced his slick tongue up and down his member, and encircling both his member's glands. He gripped at the bed sheet, savoring ecstasy. Fuji felt his manhood being enclosed orally, the slithery hot wetness sending his brain into overdriving paradise. He arched his back in pleasure, held onto the man's tousled hair, and straddled to gain more fireworks in his bedazzled dream of Tezuka sucking him hungrily. It was whirlwind of adrenaline excitement! The purest blissful ecstasy beyond he could only imagine! Then, it had triggered release - such power, such thickness, such quantity - of the most passionate euphoria!

The man sucked what remain of his seed, nipped softly at the edge, before sliding his mouth smoothly off Fuji's manhood. If it was all a dream, how Fuji wished he could dream like this forever. How he wished the dream was a reality, but... it can't be, can it? Tezuka couldn't be the one who swallowed him just than, could he? "G-oh...men~" the Tensai could only utter, feeling the homecoming of his voice and words. Fuji could still wish for it... He could... but its easier to believe instead that nothing in the real world is ever real. Maybe his wishes could also come true... maybe... but he didn't - couldn't - even dare open his eyes, afraid to be disappointed. That is the worst he could do to his pathetic state right now. His weary body felt more at ease after the tension subsided, that sleep was finally able to gain control and drag his wasted being to unconsciousness.

If salt be the food of life, then let this fountain of creamy saltiness grace Tezuka's taste buds for all his lifetime's worth! His angel's seed, so thick, so pure, so sweet, lingered with aftertaste he wouldn't compensate for any other delicacies this universe can ever offer. For this is his bread, milk and honey, the undeniable eros he could feed on forever, even if it be the only edible source left in the world!

Tezuka savored the flavor only Fuji could provide. The taste of his immaculate Tenshi. A taste that would now and forever be ingrained in his system. A taste that would haunt him for all his life. But it wasn't enough! Fuji wasn't in his perfect state... It would have been should his beloved be conscious and soberly responding to under his touch. Yet Fuji wasn't... Tezuka admitted his fault... it wasn't clear, but knew it was his mistake somehow. He smile weakly, hoping truthfully that he could make right all the wrongness of their relationship right then. He would... will definitely. And Tezuka won't settle for any refusal than Fuji's assent.

Noticing that Fuji nerves had tremendously calmed down, Tezuka turn towards the bathroom once more, and came back with a towel and a basin full of cold water. He gently, meticulously, attentively, lovingly cleaned the serenely sleeping beauty. Then, slipped onto Fuji a cleanly pressed undergarment. Tezuka promised to all the deities in the heavens, that he would take care, protect, and bring immeasurable happiness to Fuji with all the capability of his being, sealing it with a chaste kiss on the Tensai's candy pink supple lips. After which, he lightly pulled the latter's body leaning to his chest, hoping the Tensai could hear how much his heart beated with affection for him, while he dressed him with a clean powder blue silk sweater. He, then, slowly, as not to illicit any disturbance, slipped on Fuji's matching powder blue silk pajama onto those slender legs. After which, he turned to return the basin to the bathroom, and cleaned off any other misplaced articles.

Tezuka watched how his Tenshi's chest rhythmically rise and fall to the melody of tranquility, he knew very well laid against thin ice. But, at least for now, Fuji is sleeping peacefully... Tezuka pulled over Fuji's comforter... turned the lights off... watched as his beautiful Tensai is lulled into Luna's caressing dream... before he quietly slipped out of the room.