Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis

Fuji sighed happily as he gazed out at the crystal-clear water, waves gently rolling onto the sandy beach. After being just about bathed in sunscreen, at Atobe's insistence, the artist was getting to lounge around on the deck of their rented villa, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the calmness of the sea. A light breeze was blowing and the air was tinged with a slight salty smell. Seagulls glided lazily overhead and a couple pelicans were out over the open water, diving for fish.

Tomorrow Atobe would be returning to the world of business and rich novelty, leaving Fuji by himself to continue his isolation from the rest of the world.

They had been spending the days here peacefully, taking walks and enjoying the novelties the resort provided to the clientele. Fuji was pretty sure he would want to come back here someday. It was a far cry from the Lithuanian villa and that had also been rather lovely, but he had to admit he rather liked having consistently warm days – though he did suppose he would grow to miss the changing of seasons if he spent all his time in the tropical climate.

Atobe was on his own lounge chair next to the artist, sunglasses perched on his nose as he read the latest business newspaper. Fuji wasn't sure how reading such a thing could be relaxing, but it seemed fitting that Atobe would enjoy reading such things.

"Keigo?" the former Seigaku genius purred, glancing over at his boyfriend. "Do you think we can go to the spa later? We should do something really nice like that before you have to go and leave me all by myself again." He added a pout for extra effort, hoping the other would give in.

"I think you have an ulterior motive," Atobe replied smoothly, not the type to fall for Fuji's tricks. "You should know I don't like others touching what's mine."

"So, does that mean you want to give me a massage instead?" Fuji asked with a wicked grin. "I mean you already put a whole bottle of sunscreen on me..."

Atobe huffed and looked over at the other, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, you don't want anyone else touching what's yours," the brunette continued. "So, with you being so possessive I would think that means you want to do it yourself."

"Syuusuke, you could simply ask instead of playing this game to get me riled up with potential jealousy..."

This time Fuji actually pouted for real, eyes opening into cerulean slivers.

"You're so mean, Keigo," he near-whined, huffing and turning his attention to staring back out at the ocean. "I'm your boyfriend, I should be allowed to tease you."

Keigo had to laugh a little at how childish his darling Syuusuke was behaving.

"And you do it so well," he replied. He folded the paper he was reading and set it aside on the nearby coffee table. "Syuusuke, I am more than happy to do this, you know that. And I will do my best to keep restrained to just simply a massage. I don't want to push you into anything."

Fuji had to admit that this was rather sweet and endearing. He wouldn't completely mind if the massage went elsewhere, but he was very appreciative that Atobe wasn't going to try to push things too fast. They really had only been boyfriends for a short amount of time and it was better to take things slow and not force them.

"What did I do to deserve you...?" he murmured, relaxing again and watching the seagulls drifting over the waves of the ocean.

He faintly registered Atobe getting up from his chair and moving to his, kneeling above him and gently settling his hands-on Fuji's skin.

The genius just about purred as those hands began to gently knead, working little knots out of his muscles and relaxing him even further. Honestly, between Atobe and the warm sunlight, Fuji was becoming very much in favor of a nap.

He heard the other male chuckle softly and turned his head a little so he could look up at him. Atobe had removed his sunglasses and Fuji quite liked the sight of the well-muscled businessman leaning over him.

"Keigo, why didn't you mention sooner that you have magic hands?" Fuji groaned, feeling like he was going to melt into a very-happy puddle beneath the other. Atobe was now working down along his spine, soothing away tension and coaxing out stubborn knots with his fingers. "You're seriously going to have to carry me in later, I don't think I'll be able to move after this."

Atobe smirked at this and leaned down, planting a few kisses along one bare shoulder.

"I won't complain about getting to hold you," the wealthy man replied. "Especially since I have to leave tomorrow. I want to hold you as much as I can, Syuusuke. I have a lot of time spent pining after you to make up, after all."

The lightest of blushes dusted Fuji's face at this and he hummed softly as the other shifted again to continue the massage.

"But truly, I shall miss spending time with you like this," Atobe continued. "It will be very lonely and I will be counting down the days until we will be reunited."

"I will miss you too," Fuji murmured. "Keigo, will I be able to send you things from here? I want to at least have our flowers while we are apart..."

"I'm sure something can be arranged, as people do spend long amounts of time here. I'm sure we can work something out. I want to keep up our flowers too, Syuusuke."

It was a sweet tradition, after all. Neither of them wanted to have to stop, as it was a way for them to stay connected while they had to be apart.

"And should you want to leave your isolation early, I will come get you and stay at your side as you rejoin the rest of the world. I won't make you face that alone."

Really, Fuji wondered how he'd become so lucky to have the one and only Atobe Keigo as the keeper of his heart.

A/N: It should be noted, I don't write sex. I may hint at it but otherwise I'm just not comfortable writing it. Anyway, thanks for the continued support and see you next chapter...