It was Valentine's Day and Fuji loved it. All day he was showered with gifts and candy given by adoring girls in his classes, and a few even given by admiring guys as well. That part of the day was enjoyable, but what Fuji was really enjoying, was sexually tormenting, teasing, and torturing his boyfriend, Tezuka.
Not that Tezuka didn't have his own problems to contend with. He was not nearly as personable or outgoing as Fuji was. It was rather an arduous task for Tezuka to contend with all his own fangirls and throngs of admirers that the stoic, handsome guy had.
Few, if anyone else, knew this or knew Tezuka quite as well as Fuji, the tensai,did.
They played games in their love. Games of love and sex and domination and submission and will and yielding. It made love for both of them interesting and complete and deeper than anything either of them had ever known before.A game or a scene could begin over anything at any time. Fuji decided that the day of love would be a fun day to play a game, mainly because his boyfriend was so opposed to the holiday.
Valentine's Day in Japan was for the women, at least that is how Fuji's boyfriend felt. Tezuka had frequently expressed that he held this belief in the days leading up to Valentine's Day. It was a verbal hint for Fuji to understand that Tezuka, and thus they, would not be celebrating as neither of them were a woman.
Fuji felt differently. He held, as he usually did, a broader, more sweeping definition of things. He liked the holiday. Valentine's Day to Fuji was all about love and celebrating love. He loved Tezuka, so he wanted to celebrate, preferably in their own ways. It was that simple, and if Tezuka refused and resisted, then all the more fun for both of them. Fuji knew it would just take time and a few hours of sexual teasing before Tezuka would gratefully and probably while shuddering, succumb to the tensai's desires. Then next time, perhaps Fuji's birthday or perhaps White Day a month later, it would be Fuji's turn for Tezuka's revenge. That too would be sweet.
It wasn't a relationship like everyone else would have, but neither of them were like everyone else so for them, it worked.
Fuji of course started "celebrating" the night before. He had quickly satisfied his boyfriend with nice, plain, rather...vanilla sex.
Tezuka had sighed afterwards, contentedly, but a moment later, knowing a game had begun he said, "That was beautiful. Same word?"
Fuji had smiled wide, very pleased at being so well known, "Yes, dear." When you were into alternative kinds of kink and sexual fun, Tezuka had shown Fuji that you needed a signal. A safe phrase that you would never normally utter but would if you suddenly were afraid or things went too far. It was fun to push to places you hadn't been, even some you were once afraid to go to, but they truly loved each other. Loved and trusted each other completely. That love overrode everything else, and the safety net of knowing they would both immediately stop and care for each other if needed made both of them feel secure.
So far, even as far as they had gone, neither of them had yet uttered the signal word. Their games had always continued to the end of the scene. Sometimes it went on for days, other times, as long as it needed to. The fantasy though had always been allowed to build into a glorious conclusion. It was wonderful. Each time deeper and better than the last, and each time they were together, they were closer than before.
After they made nice but rather bland love, Fuji had insisted on going home early. Tezuka had gallantly escorted the tensai home, and tried not to bristle or balk when he noticed that Fuji's brother, Yuuta, was home. The tensai and his younger brother once had a long and non-traditional, very...close relationship in their past. Their relationship for a long time was strained after to the point of almost breaking. Only now were they each making the tentative gestures towards a reconciliation of some type of friendship or bond of brothers. Tezuka, though he trusted Fuji, was very protective of his boyfriend and still very jealous of Yuuta. Fuji understood because even as close as they were, he was jealous of anyone Tezuka had ever slept with in his past as well.
His boyfriend walked Fuji to his room, and inside kissed him soundly good night. Fuji resisted of course, slipping into a quick fun game. They only stopped playing for a moment when they heard Fuji's father's voice.
There was a more terrible past for the tensai, his brother, and his family there, that was still a raw wound. They both froze and looked at each other, saying a lot without having to say anything at all. Fuji had no idea his father would be home.
"I love you." Tezuka finally said, "Do you want me to stay? I will."
"Ne, Kunimitsu." Fuji always loved how Tezuka reacted when Fuji said his given name. All soft and gentle beneath his seemingly cold exterior. "We'll be fine." Meaning Fuji and his brother.
"Syusuke," as nice as him saying Tezuka's name was, it was even nicer when Tezuka said Fuji's given name. He said it so very warm and loving. "I have my phone with me if you need me. I can be here in a few minutes. I can get you and your brother out. Or we can all leave and both of you can stay at my house."
It was a generous offer, and Fuji felt his heart melting more for his boyfriend. Fuji said, "Ne. I'll be fine. I'll call you if anything happens or I need you,and otherwise, I'll see you in the morning. It's our turn to shower." Fuji reminded him.
Tezuka was their school's tennis club Vice Captain. Next year he would be Captain.In fact with the seniors studying hard, he had already taken over most of the current Captain's duties. This translated to three days a week they met early and passionately played and made love in the club room or the showers before school.
Tezuka smiled slightly at Fuji's enthusiasm, or perhaps at his own. He kissed his boyfriend again as if reluctant to go and said, "I love you."
"I love you too." Fuji smiled and kissed him back. He felt his boyfriend slide his finger tips down the back of his pants to touch his sensitive skin there. Fuji knew he was practically purring, and his body responded eagerly to his boyfriend's every touch. Any moment now and Fuji would not be able to resist. He stammered out, "Kunimitsu, you have to leave...so that I can go to sleep. The sooner you go, the sooner I see you again."
Tezuka grinned, probably at the tensai's backwards thinking. He kissed him one more time and said, "Then I'll talk to you later, and see you tomorrow. Call me even if you just want to say goodnight." Tezuka was clearly worried.
"All right." Fuji said, laughing a little at Tezuka refusing to go, "Ne, if I agree to call you to say goodnight, you'll leave?"
"I don't want to, but I will." Tezuka said deadpan serious but his eyes were happy. Eventually he did leave, but only when Fuji's sister who was also home invited him to stay for dinner. He finally took the hint and left.
The tensai actually had a pleasant evening meal with his family. His father was not feeling well after traveling.He went to sleep early saying he was jet lagged, and so for dinner it was just Fuji, his brother, his sister, and his mother.
The tensai wondered as they ate, and not for the first time, at how nice things could possibly be if his father simply was not around. Fuji noticed both his siblings seemed to be doing better. His sister had recovered after she and her boyfriend had dramatically broken up a few months ago, and his brother seemed to be happy now living and attending school at St. Rudolph's. The tensai went to bed relatively early and remembered to call Tezuka before he went to sleep. He reported in that he had a nice evening, a pleasant meal, and would see Tezuka in the morning.
"Would you like anything for Valentine's Day?" Tezuka asked after a long, quiet moment.
"Ne, Tezuka?" Fuji said his boyfriend's family name in a tease, knowing it would annoy him. "I believe it was you who said Valentine's Day is for girls, and as neither one of us are girls, there was simply no reason to..." Now what was the terminology his boyfriend had used, ah, yes, "...honor a capitalist created holiday that has no real meaning or purpose other than to exploit the masses out of their hard earned money."
Tezuka was quiet for a moment, and then to Fuji's surprise, he heard his boyfriend chuckling softly, "Aren't I the romantic?"
Fuji laughed in delight, "Well, you believe in what you believe in."
He heard Tezuka smiling still in his voice, but his boyfriend said seriously, "And I was wrong. I thought about it on the way home, and whatever I believe it to be about, it isn't. What matters is what you believe it's about and how you would like to celebrate it. So, would you like anything, or to do anything for Valentine's Day?"
Fuji smiled wide and teased, "Ne, Kunimitsu? Are you asking me to be your Valentine?"
Tezuka said in that dry humor way he had, "Yes. And your answer is?"
Fuji was delighted and tried to keep it out of his voice as he said, "All right. I accept."
"So what would you like or what would you like to do?" Tezuka asked and Fuji heard him smiling. His voice took on this warm, rich timbre that made Fuji's insides turn to hot lava.
"Anything?" Fuji ventured.
"Anything." Tezuka said without hesitation, even though he had to know anything with Fuji really could mean anything.
Fuji had to keep from laughing he was so happy. "Then I'd like a date. Like we always do. There is nothing I would like more than that, but if you think of something else, then surprise me."
Tezuka gave wonderful and amazing surprises. He would think of something good. His boyfriend always did.
Fuji had to warn him though, "Ne, Tezuka...Kunimitsu...I'm still going to play with you all day tomorrow. I'm not going to change my plans."
Tezuka laughed in that warm, sexy way he had only with Fuji. He accepted the challenge by saying, "Excellent. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Fuji grinned, not caring how stupid he probably looked. To himself he said, let the games begin..., and to his boyfriend he said, "I love you."
Tezuka said, "I love you too. Call me if you need me. Good night."
Fuji smiled, "I'll see you in the morning. Good night." The tensai expected to hear Tezuka click off his phone and end the call. He wasn't big on long goodbyes. He also wasn't big on talking on the telephone, but Fuji heard nothing but silence. "What?" Fuji said confused, "Are you there?"
"Yes." Tezuka said and seemed to be sorting out something. Fuji waited as sometimes it took Tezuka a few moments to order his thoughts. Secretly the tensai wondered if Tezuka was actually trying to speak as few words as possible. That somehow his boyfriend already had what he wanted to say in mind, but he was cutting out anything extra before speaking. Finally he said, "I miss you. I was thinking that I miss you. I wish you were here tonight, and not just because I want to make sure you're safe. I'll miss sleeping beside you. Do you think after our date you can sleep over tomorrow?" Fuji of course could. "Will you?"
Fuji was tempted because of their games to not immediately give into this unusual request. They stayed at Tezuka's often, but usually it was something that just happened, and not by design or plan. In fact, Fuji couldn't remember Tezuka sounding this lonely or needy in a long time. It was kind of nice. So instead of a tease for once Fuji said, "I'd like that. I miss you too. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night." Tezuka said again.
Fuji wondered for a moment if he was going to have to play that dopey game where they both said they would hang up first, but neither one really would. And then he heard the phone disconnect. Tezuka had ended the call.
Which was rather disappointing. Fuji sat on the end of his bed for a long while, smiling but suddenly feeling sad at the same time.
He really missed his boyfriend.
It was just after midnight when cool, slender fingers covered his mouth, and startled him awake.
Warm, minty breath from cold lips, chilled from the night air whispered into his ear, "It's only me...Don't say anything...I'll do all the work..."
A hand grasped his wrist, and a freezing metal handcuff clamped shut around it. His arm was pulled up high, over his head to rest against the headboard, and his other wrist was clasped in the cuffs with a decisive series of clicks. The covers were thrown off of him, leaving him exposed to the room's cold air, and icy hands pulled his pajamas off his sleep warmed skin. He shivered in response. He was already hard, anticipating, thrilled, and scared in a delicious mix.
He felt his ankles similarly cuffed with his legs spread wide apart, and he waited to see what would be next. He didn't have to be the pleasing lover or concerned for the other's well being, instead this time, he could let go and give up control.
He could do this because he trusted him. He loved him.
Cold lips and a hot mouth encircled his erection taking him deeper and deeper. He shivered from the touch and the chill and softly moaned.
The touch stopped. He understood, make no sound...
He shivered again in anticipation, and spread his legs wider to physically submit to whatever was to come. He had to hold himself from making another moan when he felt a warm, wet tongue lapping at his entrance, and icy fingers gently stroke him. He tried to arch his hips to increase the touch of the hand or the tongue but the cuffs restrained him.
The touch again stopped. Do not move...
He felt movement over him, and the press of hot skin to his lips. Service me...
Ardently he licked at the wet tip of the hard erection. He took it deep into his mouth, licking and sucking, and enjoyed the responses he was able to get. Silent responses, but he knew from the trembling and the now warmer hands caressing his hair, very much enjoyed responses. The erection was removed from his mouth and he felt the body on top of his moving again in the darkness. The strong body lay back down on his and he felt his own erection taken deeply into a warm mouth again. To keep from moaning at the knowing touch of soft lips and clever tongue, he pleasured whatever was presented to him, whatever restrained he could reach with his mouth. Eagerly he licked and kissed at strong thighs, a hard erection, an entrance, and he only stopped when the body again moved off of him again.
He felt a lube-slicked finger gently caressing his entrance. It entered him, stroked him inside, pleasing him, and stretching him for what was to come. It set his senses on fire even as warm lips teased at the head of his erection. After a time, a second finger was added, and then a third, filling him but not enough. Even when he played rough, his lover was loving and caring with him.
But it was too gentle. He wanted more. He almost begged for it, but remembered somehow to stay silent if he wanted to be rewarded. Some times it was worth the punishment. Tonight, with this incredible surprise, he would accept, tomorrow maybe he would misbehave and they would both love his punishment then. Right now, he needed this, the closeness, the heat, the fire, and the release.
Something slick and hard was being pressed against his entrance, but somehow he knew it was not what he wanted. He whimpered as it was so slowly, and so gently was inserted inside him. Everything froze at his involuntary sound. Even his breathing.
He knew better than to apologize.
Mercifully, warm lips pressed softly against his, and murmured in a whisper, "Shh...soon..."
He gratefully kissed the mouth feverishly and licked at it with his tongue. The lips pressed to his again in a slow, soft kiss, ignoring his own raging desire, and again said, "Shh..."
A lot faster and a lot harder the thing inside him was withdrawn and then thrust into him. He bucked his hips as much as he could being restrained, and though he tried to not make a sound one still escaped his mouth though it was shut tight. He drew in a shuddering breath. His body trembled with wanting more, and yet, everything was still again.
Lips softly kissed his ear, and teeth gently nibbled, "Shh..." A pause and then he was asked in a whisper, "You're all right?"
He shook his head quickly in agreement. He was fine. He just wanted, no, needed more.
He heard the lips by his ear part in a smile, and he was asked in another whisper, "Shall we continue then? Would you...like more?"
He nodded eagerly.
The teeth nibbled on his ear, and bit a little harder to distract him as the thing in him was removed and thrust deeper into him again. He whimpered again. He heard whisper, sounding very pleased, asked, "Is it good?"
He nodded again.
The voice whispered a suggestion, "Perhaps I can make it even better...?"
There was only one thing he thought he wanted, his boyfriend inside him, filling him and moving within him.
But then he felt his boyfriend's tight, and lubricated entrance press down against his erection and he could not suppress his surprised and pleasured moan as his boyfriend lowered himself onto him. His boyfriend must have stretched himself before, but not enough, he was slowly taking him inside his body. It felt so hot and so tight inside, it was all he could do to not thrust up into that tight heat even the tiny bit the restraints allowed. He felt himself pass over that place inside his boyfriend that felt so good, and his boyfriend moaned in response. His boyfriend whispered, "You always feel so good..."
He leaned down to kiss his lips and this time it was a heated kiss they shared.
He felt one of his hands become free. His boyfriend must have pressed the release. Still kissing his boyfriend, he took the control that was offered, and sat up. His legs were still bound but that was not the most restrained either one of them had ever been. His boyfriend tried to take him too deep too fast most of the time, and he held him steady to prevent it.
"Slow, easy..." He warned him and then kissed him. He felt him slide slowly deeper and moaned, "Oh, Syusuke, you feel so good..."
Fuji smiled as he hotly kissed him back, and whispered, "Ne, were you surprised?"
"Very." Tezuka smiled back. He used his stomach muscles and his hips to gently move deeper inside him. "It was perfect. You were perfect. I was poorly behaved though. You turned me on too much. Next time, you'll have to punish me."
Fuji laughed a small wicked laugh, but it turned into a moan at Tezuka's next gentle thrust. The tensai said, "I almost did, but...ah! I...couldn't wait...oh! Next time."
"Any time." He said and meant it. Tezuka felt Fuji arch his hips to better receive him. There were two more gentle, almost rocking thrusts, and then he paused now that he was all the way inside Fuji. He kissed him gently, and it suddenly occurred to him that it was late and Fuji was here when he was supposed to be at home. This wasn't the time to talk though. He couldn't tell if he was shaking or if the tensai was and decided it didn't matter. "You can wake me like this any time."
"I'm not done yet." Fuji smiled as he kissed Tezuka back. The tensai pushed Tezuka back down on the bed and started to ride him. Slowly at first, almost tentatively, and Tezuka let him take his time so he wouldn't be as sore in the morning. Fuji arched his hips back and Tezuka thought it was to take him even deeper inside, but then he felt whatever Fuji had inside him start to move, and he groaned at the pleasure coming from both inside and out.
Tezuka now arched his hips to better receive that, and as he did, Fuji moaned in pleasure as well at the change in angle. They quickly found a rhythm, and Tezuka stroked Fuji's erection to match. Fuji was talking, and he loved when the tensai did this during sex. He would say things over and over again, completely lost in pleasure, blurting out everything he felt, thought, or wanted. It could be anything from instructions of harder and faster, to how much he loved Tezuka, to all the things he was going to sexually do to Tezuka this or the next time. It could be anything, and often was so graphic that he had learned to turn Fuji's sex talking as background noise. If he ever afterwards asked the tensai anything he said during making love, Fuji would become completely embarrassed. So Tezuka had learned to enjoy it, and not question it. Ever. Tonights sex talking was a pleasant and sexy combination of everything.
Tezuka sat up, and used the resistance from his restrained ankles to thrust himself on and up at the same time. He knew his ankles would be sore as hell after this but at the moment, he didn't give a damn. He heard his bed rattling and was glad his parents were out of town. His grandfather though would probably raise one eyebrow at him in the morning, he didn't really care much about that either. Fuji wrapped his legs around him and cried out, "Ah! There! AH! I'm coming...Kunimitsu!"
He felt his boyfriend's body tighten up impossibly more around him. Fuji gave a long, loud yell as he came. Tezuka leaned forward as much as he could, he felt sharp pain in both his ankles as the restraints were pulled taught, and making a wordless groan, he came hard inside Fuji whispering, "Syusuke..."
They panted together for a few moments, and then started to kiss. Tezuka ignored the pain he was experiencing and gently helped Fuji off of him. Fuji helped remove that thing from inside him. It was pitch black in his room so he couldn't see but as he felt the thing, he didn't recognize it. "Something new?"
"Yes, dear. Did you like it?" This was the tensai's newest thing. Calling him dear as if he was Fuji's husband. Tezuka really didn't mind as much as he acted like he did. He found it was best to keep Fuji's incredible intellect diverted than allow Fuji to discover new things that really did perturb him. His only concern was that the tensai would slip up and call him that in front of the team. He suspected that it would happen and that Fuji already knew it didn't seriously bother him.
"It wasn't anywhere as nice as the real thing," he said and kissed Fuji. He had no idea where Fuji was finding these things, but he enjoyed them and his boyfriend's willingness to try new things. "Could you assist me, please?" His ankles felt like they were on fire.
"Of course..." Fuji said and moved down to release him. It must have been bad. The tensai gasped, "You should have told me!" Fuji hopped up off the bed and quickly turned on the light. They both blinked in the sudden glare at each other. Tezuka looked down at his ankles in dismay. The skin was split and both were bleeding. They would swell and bruise by morning. Fuji was already getting the kit they kept in his room for such happenings. The tensai sat on his bed with his back to him and began to tend to him.
Tezuka knew how Fuji would feel so he pulled his boyfriend to him. He rested Fuji's naked back against his chest. He wrapped his arms and his legs, careful of his bleeding ankles, around the tensai. Tezuka said, "It's not your fault. I should have said, but it felt too good. I did it myself when I sat up at the end. You did not do this. It is not your fault. It felt wonderful at the time, all right?" He pressed kisses into Fuji's hair. After a moment, Fuji nodded against him. "I love you."
"I love you too." Fuji said quietly and moved to tend to him. Most of the time he had to tend to delicate Fuji, and while he felt guilty for Fuji feeling badly, it was nice to be cared for.
Tezuka ran his hands along Fuji's strong muscled back. "So why are you here?" He smiled as he said it, and refused to be worried or upset that Fuji came over without calling first. He allowed the thoughts to come, thoughts of Fuji needing help and not calling him, and of Fuji being alone late at night walking to his house, before letting them go. He was again glad he had given the tensai a key a long time ago. His boyfriend was full of surprises.
Fuji gave half an elegant shrug of one perfect shoulder. Tezuka kissed it absently as the tensai said, "You missed me, and I missed you. I never asked you what you wanted for Valentine's Day." Fuji half turned to face him. He looked guilty, and concerned, and beautiful, though for once, he was not smiling. "Are you mad?"
"Furious." Tezuka said dryly and kissed Fuji softly. The kiss deepened and he felt Fuji's arms go around him as his arms tightened around his boyfriend. "I'm glad you're here. I did miss you. And this was the nicest present I could think of. Happy Valentine's Day."
Fuji smiled almost shyly, "Happy Valentine's Day Kunimitsu."
Tezuka kissed him lightly, "So you're all right?"
Fuji smiled wider, "I am now...only..."
Tezuka smiled, "What would you like to eat?" For a slim guy, his boyfriend was almost constantly hungry. Especially after they made love.
"What do you have?" Fuji looked both interested and pleased to be offered.
Tezuka held out his hand, "Come on, we'll go look."
Fuji put his slender hand in Tezuka's and said looking worried, "Ne, Tezuka, do you really hate Valentine's Day?"
Tezuka tested out his sore and stinging ankles. At least the bleeding had stopped. When he pulled Fuji to standing, the tensai gave him a long, lingering kiss before they found clothes to put on to raid the kitchen. Tezuka considered the question seriously, and appreciated that Fuji gave him time to ponder it. When he realized that, he had his answer. "Perhaps, I just never had the right Valentine before."
Fuji smiled even more, "Perhaps." He could almost see the gears grinding away within his brilliant and wonderfully perverted boyfriend's brain, thinking of new ways for them to play.
Tezuka smiled back, knowing he was in deep trouble...and would enjoy every moment of the day to come.