Chapter 12

The tension ran rather stiff in the cold air of the auditorium as the sleepy Hyotei faced the tensai of Seigaku. Neither men moved while their eyes watched each other carefully, waiting for the other to stir, like two predators in the jungle patiently observing the other after treading onto each other's territory. Both individuals—one who always had a friendly smile with eyes mysteriously hidden away, and one who always seemed so sleepy and lazy—harbored something dangerous within them, only revealing their true selves out on the courts in the world of middle school tennis. Right now, the cards appeared to have been revealed, as the tensai now has crystal clear blue eyes opened, and the Hyotei third year no longer had the sleepy appearance of one who had just woken up.

"Oi, what is the meaning of this? Jirou!" Atobe demanded, immediately marching over to his teammate as he temporarily forgot about his previous kiss with the Seigaku captain just moments before. He grabbed his teammate by the shoulder. "You can't go challenging our rival school's team unauthorized!"

"It would appear you like to play with fire, Jirou," Fuji replied with a grin, ignoring Atobe's presence, a flash flickering across his frightening eyes. "Shall we settle this?"

Tezuka furrowed his eyebrows, barking sternly, "Oi, Fuji! You're not thinking about accepting this match, are you?"

Kikumaru nudged Kawamura from near the back of the stage, whispering, "Ne, isn't Jirou crazy? He can never beat Fujiko. It'll be like walking into the lion's den."

Kawamura nodded. "I agree."

"What is going on?" Niou from Rikkaidai scratched the back of his head, clearly confused. "Since when did these two have a rivalry?"

"Tomorrow is a half day since it's Saturday. So, right after rehearsal." Jirou promptly continued, a surprising steady demeanor in his mannerism. "Let's meet in the community court near this school."

"Then it's settled." Fuji lowered his gaze, his smile widening.

"Oi, are you two not listening?" Atobe scolded, annoyed. "Neither Tezuka nor I have agreed for this match to happen. And why on earth are you suddenly challenging Fuji?"

"Atobe's right," Sanada added, stepping in. "As much as I hate saying that. But you two can't just have a match like that." He further murmured quietly under his breath, "Since I can't."

"You two are not allowed to have a match," Tezuka stood between the two, his eyes narrowing disapprovingly. "And that is final."

"I feel the same way," Atobe crossed his arms firmly. "Is that clear?"

There was a momentary pause as everyone else glanced at each other wearily, confounded by this abrupt and unexpected scene, and wondered just how these two who seem to be rebellious at the moment will now react to their captains' orders. And then…

"Agreed," Fuji suddenly smiled, eyes closed again.

"Okay," Jirou grinned, that lively merry demeanor returned.

And just like that, the tension was dispelled. Both Atobe and Tezuka blinked, slightly taken back, and watched the two individuals swiftly turn around, with Jirou casually walking away and Fuji remaining where he was as though nothing had happened.

For a second, both rival captains stood there with their mouths slightly ajar, speechless. Then, with that event seemingly settled and efficiently dealt with, they shouted out orders for rehearsal to continue.

That is, not before Tezuka added, "Echizen! Momoshiro! 500 laps each week for two months!"


The auditorium was dark that early evening, save for the stage lights left on, as the majority of the students had left the premise. All school activities were done for the day, and everyone was free to go home to rest in preparation for Saturday's morning duties, which would only last half a day before the students would be released for the weekend.

Tezuka stood at the corner of the stage, staring at the empty platform as the lights from above illuminated the floor underneath his feet, bringing out the rich shadow of his tall frame. The area had just been cleaned by the janitor, leaving everything unusually spotless and clear. The stage props had been all put away in the back, with tools placed in their respective boxes, and fabric for the costumes stashed in the small cupboards nearby.

The Seigaku captain sighed, his hands in his blue tennis sweatpants and tennis bag hanging over his shoulder. The week had been rough, he had to admit, and he wasn't just thinking about his student council duties. The bespectacled man glanced around the empty room, his eyes overlooking the vast chairs. Who is this stalker? Why has he been so persistent, and recently, even dangerous? Tezuka was growing increasingly worried about the situation, and after the last incident, he now fears for Fuji's safety. Would the stalker go so far as to kidnap the tensai? If he was willing to try to take out Tezuka himself with the stage prop, perhaps he may go so far as to find ways to forcefully take Fuji. Possibly secretly drug him, then drag him back to his house, and maybe…

Wait, this sounds familiar. Well, no, that was different. Fuji did that to him for a different reason. Okay, so obviously what Fuji did to him wasn't entirely right, but the tensai just went about it the wrong way of doing it.

Tezuka took off his glasses and pinched his nose, crinkling his brows before putting the glasses back on. This was getting rather tiring. He is starting to lose his patience on capturing this culprit.

"Tezuka?"

Tezuka glanced over his shoulder, finding Fuji joining him. The tensai was also in his tennis gear, having just arrived from the clubhouse. "Something wrong?"

The bespectacled man watched the tensai carefully before returning his attention to the stage. "Just thinking."

Fuji smiled. "I was wondering where you were going when you said you'd be right back. Luckily, I guessed here."

"You were supposed to wait for me in the clubhouse."

"I got impatient," Fuji beamed, slightly nudging Tezuka playfully.

The taller man gazed down, his stoic, wooden face observing that friendly smile on the tensai's own. "Fuji, I know you're still planning on having that match with Jirou tomorrow."

"Eh?" Fuji opened his eyes, surprised as he is caught off guard, a slight sweat drop appearing on his forehead. "Oh, hehe. What do you mean?"

"Fuji," Tezuka stressed, narrowing his eyes.

Fuji sighed. "But Tezuka,"

"I said no."

Fuji winced. Why is it that Tezuka seems to have the magical ability to see through him at the worst possible time? "But, I was just thinking…"

"Hm?" Tezuka turned to him with stern brown orbs.

"Well, this whole secret admirer thing-"

"Stalker."

Fuji sighed. "Stalker-is probably starting to get to you. So," his eyes slyly rolled upwards, "don't you think it's time we lure this stalker out?"

Tezuka thought for half a second over this request once more. "No."

Fuji felt like he was about to fall over. "Tezuka!"

"It is irresponsible of you to use that as a poor excuse to have a match with Jirou."

"But Tezuka! Don't you see," Fuji threw out his hand, "I'm fighting in the name of your hand. Just as you did for me when you fought against Saeki!"

"We didn't fight, we played tennis."

"Exactly!"

"That was an entirely different situation."

"How so?"

Tezuka stopped, finding himself at a loss for words. "Because…Oi! I already said, no unauthorized matches. Atobe agreed too."

Fuji rolled his eyes, snickering. "Of course he would agree. Especially after having a kiss like that."

"Fuji!" Tezuka cried out, his face immediately flustered and red.

The tensai eyed his Buchou carefully before blue orbs flashed with clear intention. He threw his arms around the taller man, surprising him. "Ne, Tezuka," he purred, tracing those startled lips with his thumb. "How about I take that foul aftertaste off your mouth." He leaned in, whispering, "Monkey King's taste is bothering you, isn't it?"

Tezuka blinked, his cheeks red as he tried to pry the tensai off of him. "Fuji, it was an accident."

"Then let me 'fix' that accident." Immediately, Fuji latched his lips onto Tezuka's, pulling him downwards closer to him as he devoured the other man's mouth.

Tezuka's eyes widened in shock. He gasped into that hot mouth that kissed him mercilessly, exchanging saliva with him as the warm tongue explored his caverns freely, demandingly, possessively. He felt his breathing grow erratic as he staggered, trying to prevent himself from falling. But Fuji refused to release him, and his mouth ordered through hot wet kisses more and more. Tezuka shut his eyes, his heart pounding excitedly, before snapping them open again at Fuji daringly kneeing his groin. He immediately pulled back, the trail of saliva apparent between them. "Fuji!"

Clank.

Both Tezuka and Fuji froze, and they slowly turned their heads to the row of dark empty seats out in the open. The haunting echo of that sound dissipated over the walls as the clear breathing of the supposedly only two occupants in the room followed right after. And then, Tezuka was fast. Really fast.

"Tezuka!" Fuji watched as Tezuka leaped off the stage swiftly, landing smoothly on his two feet before sprinting up the aisle towards the entrance to the auditorium.

The bespectacled man's hawk like eyes went on high alert as he scanned the room, his heart pounding in excitement. He whirled around, looking here and there in the dimness. Where? Where was he? Tezuka knew for sure that the stalker must be in the room, and whoever it was most likely just witnessed what happened.

And he was going to catch him.

Tezuka ran through a row, checking the ground for any signs of someone hiding amongst the sea of dark empty seats.

Fuji hopped off the stage. "Tezuka?"

He's here. He must be! Tezuka was so sure of himself. The stalker was here just now. He checked underneath the seats.

Nothing.

He glanced up across the other side.

Stillness.

His eyes flew to the doors at the entrance.

No movement.

Tezuka's breathing grew staggered in frustration as he looked around, his paranoia setting in. No, did he just lose him? But he was just here! He couldn't have gotten away so quickly.

"Tezuka?"

The bespectacled man jumped at the hand on his shoulder, and he whirled around, finding Fuji looking extremely concerned.

"Tezuka? I think he ran away."

Tezuka swallowed, still panting from having sprinted so quickly. "No, he's not too far."

"Tezuka," Fuji gently tightened his grip. "Let's just go home. I think you've dealt with enough."

The unusual look of concern in the tensai's eyes calmed Tezuka's nerves, and the bespectacled man nodded, steadying his breathing. "Okay."


"You didn't have to come over."

"Nonsense," Fuji smiled, sitting next to Tezuka on his bed. "You know it's not any trouble for me."

Tezuka thought about the irony in that response. Of course it was of no trouble. Fuji never dropped an opportunity to walk home with him and enter his room, especially on a Friday night, when no one was currently home in his house, and it was starting to get late.

In Inui's own words, there was a 100 percent chance that Fuji would be staying over tonight. And there was a 99 percent chance that Tezuka would have trouble walking tomorrow.

The bespectacled man sighed. The two had already changed out of their tennis outfits and into their nightwear after coming home and deciding to skip dinner, both already tired from the long day of activities. What a coincidence that Fuji just happened to bring his pajamas. But after today's tennis practice (which Momoshiro and Echizen considered to be their most hellish practice ever, and for good reason), Tezuka was in better spirits from the hot shower he had just taken, which relaxed his body and mind.

Fuji, on the other hand, was rather disappointed that they had taken showers separately, with Tezuka immediately throwing a towel at Fuji first and telling him to shower before him while he went to call his parents to let them know that his teammate would be staying over. Thus, the disgruntled tensai reluctantly went to the bath first. But now, the two have changed, and both were sitting on Tezuka's bed. This was Fuji's territory.

Despite being Tezuka's bed.

The tensai smiled coyly at Tezuka. "Ne, sorry that I'm crashing at your place all of a sudden. I hope you don't mind me sleeping over."

"No, it's okay." Although secretly, Tezuka was thinking, you never want to just "sleep over."

Fuji cocked his head slightly at an angle, watching the bespectacled man sit stiffly, back straight with sharp discipline, and two hands curled into tight fists besides him. The tensai noted how Tezuka never ceased to let his guard down, and was now avoiding his eyes, staring only ahead in a military manner. "Tezuka," Fuji gently placed a hand on Tezuka's right thigh, feeling the tenseness in those muscles. "Are you nervous?"

Tezuka paused for a moment before sighing secretly in resignation. "Aa."

"But why?" Fuji rubbed his palm slowly against Tezuka's thigh in a sensual manner, noting that stoic, stubborn face threatening to break as anxiety was clear in those deep brown eyes.

"Because I know what you're going to do."

"Oh?" Fuji raised his brows, amused. Tezuka is so cute whenever they're about to 'do it.' Fuji leaned up, whispering seductively into that ear that was now blushing red, "Then tell me, Kunimitsu. What do you think I'm going to do?" Fuji slid his hand into the inner corners of that large thigh.

Tezuka sucked in his breath, his heart beating fast, really fast, as he stiffened his body at the intimate sensation. "What you always do."

Fuji licked Tezuka's ear playfully, emitting a shiver. "And what's that?" Fuji moved his hand over Tezuka's groin, watching the other clench his eyes shut and begin biting his lip. "I want to hear your voice, Tezuka," Fuji blew hotly into that ear, his eyes peering downward to watch in satisfaction a bulge begin to appear in those pants.

Suddenly, the sound of a ringtone blared across the room, making both individuals jump as the mood was broken. Fuji's blue eyes shot daggers at the cell phone that rang and rang on the top of Tezuka's desk. And then, he sighed as he watched in disappointment the bespectacled man move away from him to reach for the phone to answer it.

"Moshi moshi."

Silence.

Tezuka paused for a moment. He took a quiet deep breath. "Moshi moshi," he said more sternly.

Click.

He stared at the phone, annoyed, before putting it back on the desk.

"Who was it?" Fuji asked.

"No one."

Fuji watched the taller man carefully.

The phone rang again. Tezuka immediately answered it. "Oi!"

Click.

The bespectacled man growled, losing his patience.

"Tezuka, have you been getting anonymous calls?" the tensai asked, surprised.

"Aa."

"What? And you haven't told me?" Fuji cried out. "How long has this been happening? Is it the secret admirer?"

"Stalker."

"I mean, how many times has he called you?"

"Possibly over 40 times in the last few days."

"What? And you didn't tell me?" Fuji was getting exasperated. How could Tezuka leave out this important information?

"It was not necessary for you to know."

"Of course it was necessary for me to know!" Fuji retorted. He crossed his arms. "I'm not happy about this, Tezuka."

Tezuka stood there, watching the tensai give him that look. "Gomen."

Fuji sighed at the usual dry manner Tezuka speaks. "Ne, I thought we wouldn't keep secrets from each other-"

The ringtone blared again. This time, Fuji swiped the phone away from Tezuka's hand. He stared at the "Unknown Caller" display on the screen.

"Oi, Fuji, what are you-"

"Moshi moshi," Fuji answered. There was a noticeable gasp over the other line. The tensai smiled slowly, his eyes suspiciously peering into the receiver. So, the caller didn't expect himself to pick up the phone, Fuji thought. Slowly, the tensai set the phone on speaker phone mode and placed it gingerly on the table. Without warning, he pulled Tezuka by the collar and threw him back down onto the bed.

"Fuji!" Tezuka cried out, surprised as Fuji immediately straddled him, that dangerous look in his eyes that revealed he was plotting something. "What, what are you doing?"

Fuji traced Tezuka's cheek gracefully as he licked his lips in anticipation, sitting on top of him. "How about we put on a little show?"

"Hm?" Tezuka blinked, confused when he suddenly turned his head to the side to see his cell phone sitting at the edge of his desk. His eyes widened in horror, and he looked back at the tensai. "Fuji! No-" His breath was caught off as Fuji rubbed his own groin against Tezuka's, rolling back and forth slowly, deeply to create an electrifying friction. "S-stop! Fuji! Haa!" Tezuka arched his back, his heart pounding rapidly as Fuji dry humped him, the tensai's hands sliding up and down his chest before pinching his nipples hard. "Ah!" Tezuka's mouth was clasped over by a pair of hot lips kissing him hungrily as though his possessive lover had been famished. He groaned into the mouth, eyes peering wearily out of the corners at the cell phone still sitting precariously on the edge of the table. He turned to his side, gasping for much needed breath, as Fuji trailed his tongue down the edge of his neck and bit him, nibbling playfully to emit more sounds out of him. "Fuji, why…you…" Tezuka cried out loudly in short raspy gasps as Fuji's hand groped him through the cloth between his legs, squeezing and pumping and massaging.

"Kunimitsu," Fuji purred rather loudly, watching that Adam's apple bob up and down in that tempting throat. "I want you." He grabbed the waistband and tugged it down, letting that long hard-on stand up tall into the air before engulfing his mouth over the head.

"Ohhh!" Tezuka quickly covered his mouth, stifling his cries as his eyes darted to the phone once more.

Fuji licked the shaft, tasting the salty delicate skin and leaving small tiny bites that sent the man shivering uncontrollably. Delicious. Just delicious. And then, he paused, lifting up his head with a coy smile. "Ne, Tezuka, let me hear you."

Tezuka shook his head. "Turn off that phone!" He whispered furiously.

Fuji grinned wider and sucked him hard, making Tezuka cry out in a wonderful erotic voice that he was unable to stiffen himself. Fuji stroked the man, pumping that shaft and licking and licking, sucking it and pulling back to create loud pop sounds purposefully. He massaged those balls, squeezing them in his palms and running his tongue at the tip to further drive the other man wild.

Finally, Tezuka couldn't take it anymore, and his fingers wrapped around the blankets underneath him, twisting the cloth drastically before the bespectacled man shook madly and let out a low raspy grunt as he shot off into the tensai's mouth.

Fuji swallowed in satisfaction, enjoying the sight of the flustered man heaving and weaving at the intensity of the oral pleasure he had just received. The tensai wiped the corners of his mouth and crawled up the bed, whispering into Tezuka's flushed ear, "Let's make sure he enjoys every moment of this."

"What…?" Tezuka barely breathed in his dazed gaze as he is turned onto his stomach, his shirt now sweaty. And then, he felt his shorts tugged down to his ankles. Eyes blinking, he glanced over his shoulder and yelped in shock as two fingers stuck straight into his entrance without warning. "Fuji, stop, no. Let's not do this. Turn it off-"

"Relax, Kunimitsu," Fuji bit the top of his ear as he used a finger from each hand to probe that warm cavern simultaneously, wetting it with the lotion he quickly lathered on from the bottle next to the bed. "I'm just giving you what you need."

"You always say that," Tezuka bit sarcastically in a murmur. He hissed as a finger brushed against that bundle of nerves, causing his toes to curl deeper against the blanket.

"Ah, you take it for granted," Fuji purred seductively. "This is how I show my love for you."

Fuji stuck in two more fingers, sliding in and out between hands as he watched Tezuka claw the bed, stifling his moans against the pillow by biting it. The tensai smiled, amused, and he purposely said loud and clear, "I want you Kunimitsu. Only you can make me want you so badly." Sure, it probably sounded a little overly dramatic, like Atobe reciting his lines in the play, but it was what was needed for whoever was listening on the other line of that phone. Fuji propped Tezuka onto his knees, lifting up the waist and positioning it before easing himself into that inviting entrance. He felt the other man quiver, and he gasped himself at the feeling of those wonderful contractions hugging his own aching length. He moved in deeper, sucking in his breath and sighing once fully in, grateful for being one with this man.

Tezuka moaned into the pillow, tears stinging his eyes as he groaned at the hungry thrusts that began to pound against his prostrate. Fuji moved rhythmically with him, holding onto his waist for support as the tensai bit through the shirt on his back. The Seigaku captain's eyes stared at the phone. What if it wasn't the stalker? What if it was someone he knew? Well, most likely the stalker was someone they knew. But still, it didn't change the fact that whoever it is obviously is hearing everything that is going on right at this moment. And it was extremely humiliating knowing that fact. Just what is Fuji thinking?

"Let him hear your voice, Tezuka," Fuji breathed, seeing the obvious anxiety in Tezuka's face. "Let him know how much you enjoy taking it from me, and how much I enjoy giving it to you." Fuji thrust in hard, making Tezuka lift up his head and give a sharp cry. Wanting to further torment the man pleasurably, he wrapped both hands around his length and pumped furiously, thrusting faster and faster.

The bed rocked like a sailboat, hitting the wall it was up against as Tezuka clawed continuously at the blanket, unable to contain himself anymore. His face was red and sweaty. His body was shaking at the brink of ecstasy. His heart was going to burst out of his chest. Oh, the pleasure was overwhelming him, and he panted uncontrollably when he tried to lower his head, wanting to muffle this last humiliating cry.

But Fuji wouldn't allow it, and the tensai grabbed Tezuka by the hair and tugged his head back, continuing to stroke that hard on as he made sweet love to his Buchou and bit down into his collarbone.

Tezuka's eyes widened and he barely cried out, feeling the tensai mark him effectively like he always do before licking the love wound. In short breaths, Tezuka was unable to close his mouth at the pleasure overpowering him and dominating his jewels mercilessly. He frowned, losing control over his body as the hot sensations struck him. And struck him. And struck him, until finally, he clenched his eyes shut and let out an extremely loud cry, shivering and climaxing rather violently.

"Kunimitsu!" Fuji cried out, unleashing his load as he was caught off by the sudden orgasm and released his hand on Tezuka's hair, anchoring himself for the hot sensations that hit him hard before falling down onto Tezuka's back, the ecstasy washing over him wonderfully.

Tezuka fell into fits of spasms, his length tense and spewing out last spurts of cum before the orgasm tapered off, and he heaved heavily against the pillow, exhausted and sweaty. So much for the shower.

The two panted in the warm room, with Tezuka's flushed face against the pillow, his eyes still closed, and Fuji glancing over smugly with a half grin at the phone on the edge of the desk. Finally finding the strength after that intense love making session, he slowly got up and reached over for the phone. He stared at it, smirking in satisfaction that it was still on, the caller clearly still on the line. And then, he hung up.

"That was unnecessary," Tezuka breathed hoarsely, tired with dazed eyes.

"Ne, I think he rather enjoyed it," Fuji smiled, setting the phone back down onto the table. "Now he will think twice about prank calling you-"

The phone rang.

Fuji's eyes widened. Tezuka glanced up at the phone.

The sound of the ringtone blared across the room. Fuji sat on the edge of the bed and slowly reached over with a finger to press the End Call button.

Silence.

Within seconds, the phone rang again.

Fuji furrowed his brows and, once again, hit the End Call button.

Silence.

And then it rang again.

The tensai hit the same button.

Silence.

Then it ranged again. And again after that. And again after that. And again after that.

That vicious worthless Caller ID screen flashed repeatedly on the display in a cruel mocking blue.

Unknown Caller.

Unknown Caller.

Unknown Caller.

Fuji stared at the phone ringing nonstop, his skin suddenly eerily cold and his blue eyes slowly enlarging as he watched that phone ring incessantly as though in a never ending loop.

Finally, Fuji reached for the phone and pried out the battery in the back rather drastically, dropping the pieces back onto the desk. He sat back down on the bed, breathing deeply, loudly, slowly, the sound of his cold breaths revealing his unsettled nerves.

Tezuka looked over his shoulder at the tensai. Sighing, he rested his head against the pillow, taking off his glasses and closing his eyes. "Let's just sleep, Shuusuke."

"Hm," Fuji replied quietly, his eyes still on the phone. For the first time, he complied with that request.