Blue Orbs-Blue: Your wish is granted. This is the next chapter. I'm glad you like the last part… ;p

Purple jellybean hoarder: Awww… why aren't you a tezufuji fan? But that's okay… Chapter 2's here!

Ikyutakei: Thanx!! And yes, I'm continuing this, definitely.

Azer: Thanx! Yeah, I agree with the thing about Fuji being able to be seme or uke. Read my songfic (it's NC-17 so it's under the R section of Tennis no Ohjisama) and you'll get a very seme Fuji… hehe!! So, yeah, check back from time to time to see if I'm updating… haha!

inulover28: Thanx! And yes, I'll continue… haha!

Vanilla Fox: I'm glad you like that bit … I like a very sexy Fuji and there's this pic of Fuji in white (which is so hot!) is not helping at all when I wrote this… lol! [squeals together with Vanilla Fox].

souka-chan: I'm glad you like this chapter and hehe… am happy that you like the little details and Tezuka's confusions… haha!!

monkey sushi: Yes, twin star of mine, you're never good in reviewing … so I'll let you go… lmao!! And to answer your question in your second review, I think Fuji's the private type when it comes to his room. He wouldn't want his family members to go prying around, so yeah, I think he'll shut his room's door all the time (like me… lol!).

Yuu-chan: Your enthusiasm is just too flattering… here's the next chapter.

Pairing: Fuji x Tezuka.

Rating: Okay, one level up now… it's PG-13 due to some content in this chapter. But the rating will still go up as more chapters come along.

Disclaimer: [Sigh] tell you what, if this belongs to me, those two simple-minded boys… [ahem] I mean, Fuji and Tezuka wouldn't just be playing tennis…

Note: Fuji could be seme as well as Tezuka. It depends on my mood. Characters are very OOC; this is AU (no more interschool competitions and all); they're all in college and no, they don't belong to me.

And another extra note: Just a little jacking/jerking off somewhere in this chapter… ;p

Tezuka busied himself as he took one container out of the microwave and put another one in it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a slim figure slumped over the marbled top of the dining table, arms cradling the owner's brown head. So, Fuji had decided to wake up now. Tezuka was glad he didn't need to wake him. He'd felt guilty enough when he'd let Fuji played tennis even though he was sick. He should've known better.

He opened the microwave door for a while to check its content before adding more water into the container and leave it in the microwave as he turned the gadget back on. He knew in about 3 minutes, the porridge would be ready. Just to occupy his time, Tezuka turned and leaned against the refrigerator as he stared at the sleeping figure. He'd never seen Fuji so weak, so… vulnerable before.

Surely he wouldn't be that sl –

The beep of the microwave tore Tezuka away from his thoughts as he got the food out and set it on the table.

"Fuji," he called softly, shaking the smaller boy's shoulders. "Fuji!"

His eyelids fluttered open slowly, looking at his arms for a while before lifting his head and saw Tezuka. "Tez'ka?" he mumbled, eyes still bleary and his mind still fogged with sleep. Everything seemed so sluggish for him, everything moving so slowly. Tezuka's voice sounded as if it came from a tunnel; the throbbing in his head never ceasing.

Tezuka's hand on his forehead, cool yet firm. When he withdrew his hand, Fuji found himself wanting more – more of that coolness that was Tezuka. He realised he needed Tezuka more than he ever could. Maybe Tezuka could take his pain away. He wondered briefly whether Tezuka felt the same way about him – a feeling so raw and new, it frightened him so much.

Fuji stopped himself from thinking any further. Surely this must be his fever's doing. He wouldn't think of Tezuka that way. Would he?

"Here," Tezuka said as he pushed a bowl in front of Fuji and handed him a spoon.

Fuji squinted through the bleariness. Was it just him or was Tezuka smiling? It might just be a small twitch of his lips or maybe just a small lift at the sides of his mouth. But oh, Tezuka was smiling! It made Fuji wanted to smile also but he couldn't. It was too tiring to smile at the moment – the main reason why Fuji had dropped the smile that was normally plastered to his face. He noticed too that his friend no longer had that serious mask that he used all the time. There was actually warmth in those brown eyes and the frown lines were gone, replaced with smoothness that Fuji never knew existed in Tezuka's features.

Tezuka tore himself away from Fuji to get his noodles. He knew Fuji was staring at him, scrutinising him slowly, raking him with those glazed cerulean eyes. He returned with a bowl and sat himself down in front of Fuji who was nibbling on the porridge at tip of the small spoon that seemed to fit Fuji's slender hand perfectly.

He looked down at his own bowl and realised he hadn't had anything to eat his noodles with. Tezuka got up again to pick up a pair of chopsticks before sitting down. He turned his attention to the other boy when he heard the laboured breathing growing slightly louder. He glanced over the edge of his bowl of steaming noodles and rested his eyes on the boy sitting before him.

Fuji was looking at his own bowl of porridge; eyes opened enough to show slivers of cerulean blue, mouth opened for easier breathing, spoon in bowl and his hand immobile on the other end of the spoon, his hair hung artfully over his eyes. He felt so warm; was there no air-conditioner here or what? He nearly screamed with frustration, but realised it would've taken too much of his strength to do so. Instead, he kept his gaze on his porridge. He could feel sweat breaking out on his forehead; no coherent thoughts in his mind at all. It seemed as if his mind was jumping from topic to topic – one minute it was thinking of tennis, the other thinking about Tezuka before doing a total turn and went back to tennis and how the Golden Pair…

Worried, Tezuka cleared his throat silently and called out in a small voice, "Fuji?"

Tezuka was really a beautiful creature. His face features were sharp, his facial structures so defined. Fuji's eyes went over those pink lips, high cheekbones, soft brown eyes that were shield by his glasses and more than often with his sternness. And those eyes – those beautiful brown eyes that sparkled proudly and lovingly when something that he'd wanted happened. But now, those eyes were confused, clouded over slightly with bemusement.

"Fuji!" a little more sharply now this time.

The tawny-haired boy's head snapped up, his cheeks that were already flushed with fever turning several shades darker. Taking a small sip of his orange juice, Fuji directed his glazed and somewhat over-warmed eyes to the figure sitting opposite him. Through tired eyes, he could make out the worry in Tezuka's voice and the gentleness in his brown eyes – his guard let down unconsciously due to his worry toward his smaller friend.

A small smile was placed instantly on Fuji's lips as he lowered his glass to shift his gaze directly at Tezuka.

"Are you alright?" Tezuka asked again as his gaze raked Fuji's drawn and pale face.

"Aa."

It was a short reply that could've spoke a thousand words but deep down inside, Tezuka knew Fuji wasn't really fine. He knew the pain of being ill and he knew how it felt during its first few days – the weight of the fever and all. He just hoped that Fuji wouldn't collapse again. His first experience with an unconscious Fuji was frightening enough, even for a person like Tezuka.

"I… I can't…" even before Fuji could finish his sentence, his hand flew to his mouth as he stumbled out of his chair and dashed to the nearest bathroom. He knew Tezuka was close behind but –

Fuji collapsed onto his knees before the toilet as his stomach gave up what few spoonfuls of dinner he ate. He could feel his stomach churned and heaved, as he seemed to retch endlessly.

"Fuji?"

The tawny-haired teenager retched again.

"Fuji?" his voice was more insistent now.

He retched again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

A hand settled awkwardly on his back and rubbed small soothing circles there. As awkward as it was, Fuji seemed to relax and his stomach seemed to unclench itself as he retched one last time. When his retches were nothing but dry heaves and his stomach felt absolutely empty, he fumbled clumsily for the flush.

As he regained his senses, Fuji realised he was sitting on the cold, tiled bathroom floor. Apparently, his knees had given away while he was too busy emptying his stomach. Holding the side of the toilet for support, Fuji hauled himself slowly to his feet and stood unsteadily as he wobbled to the sink. One hand held the side of the sink for support while the other clumsily fumbled for the tap. He splashed some water on his face before rinsing out the vile taste in his mouth. When he looked up from the spotless marbled sink, his world started spinning again – slowly at first, its speed building as it went along. He closed his eyes briefly and shook his head to clear the dizziness.

"Fuji!" he was aware of two arms wound loosely across his chest and a rather cool body behind him, supporting his back. Fuji blinked before turning his head slowly to look at the other teenager behind him through the corner of his eyes. His lips moved but no sound came out.

"You kinda collapsed." From the look on Fuji's face, Tezuka could only came up with two conclusions: it's either 1) Fuji didn't realised he'd collapsed or somehow fell as if he was about to faint, or 2) he just didn't believe a thing that Tezuka had said. He decided it would've been the first guess.

He struggled to get to his feet, but it seemed as if all his energy had been drained out. He felt as if his limbs were of wet cardboard, he couldn't move anything; his strength leaving him as he slid further down, the coolness that he'd longed for holding him tighter with every passing second. His eyelids drooped as he welcomed the endless darkness that seemed to come to him at intervals now.

Tezuka had to tightened his arms around Fuji when he felt the other boy sliding. Arms caught under Fuji's arms and hauled him up, holding him tighter against his own body. Tezuka hoped Fuji was too tired to realise just how much he'd awakened Tezuka's senses with this proximity – even though Fuji was innocent. Or was he? He hoped Fuji wouldn't notice the bulge that was pressed against his lower back. Tezuka moaned softly as Fuji shifted a little, the innocent boy unconsciously causing some friction that probably sent Tezuka's libido into overload.

Fuji had leaned onto Tezuka's body for support now, his honey-coloured hair brushing Tezuka's nose, tickling his senses. He could smell something banana-ish yet mint-y in Fuji's hair. It was exotic yet a sort of smell Tezuka couldn't make out. He buried his nose in the smaller teen's hair, inhaling softly, remembering the lingering sweet smell of the shampoo that Fuji used before whispering in a voice huskier than he'd expected, "It's time I get you a doctor, Fuji." He dropped a kiss in Fuji's hair before lifting the boy into his arms and carried him into the living room before putting him on the black settee.

Fuji was getting tired of this black abyss that he'd been in for so long. He wanted to get out of here, to go out there. He really didn't want to sleep anymore. In fact, he's tired of sleeping. This sort of sleep never helped a bit. It might seemed as if he'd slept for a long, long time but still, he would wake to find that his fatigue was still there and his energy not restored at all.

He fought his consciousness that was telling him to sleep; he fought the fog that clouded his brain, shrouding it with confusion and fatigue. He could feel sleep beckoning for him again, dragging him back to the realm where he never knew where he was, no longer knew anything, without any coherent thoughts except for his body urging him to sleep and his brain shutting down slowly so that he could rest.

He heard voices, low and almost inaudible. Who was that? Wasn't he alone? Sleep started pressing in again but he struggled to stay at the brink of consciousness. Voices he thought he knew in one minute and the other, he could hardly recognise them at all. Who was in his house? Who else was there? The great heavy weight settled in his mind again, pressing harder.

Harder now, almost unbearable.

He could feel himself slipping away from consciousness, back into his dream realm, back into the darkness that seemed to surround him almost every minute of the day now.

"Fuji, he's gone," a voice said. Who was that? How on earth did he know his name? How did he –

"Come Fuji, he says you must at least get one spoonful of this in your system." A voice he knew so well. But who was it?

A firm arm, propping up his shoulders; cold metal at his lips, a liquid tipped deftly down his burning throat. Fuji swallowed automatically. The world wildly spun again, even though he was still in his realm of sleep. Panic came flooding again – who was that? Who was that that he knew? He knew someone?

The sickly sweet liquid was still there, clinging to the back of his throat evilly. Fuji swallowed thickly but couldn't get that almost vile taste out of his mouth. What on earth? What was that? If only he could spit it out – but he was too tired. That arm slipped away from his shoulders, putting him back where he belonged.

Tezuka looked at fitful figure on the couch before deciding that he should get Fuji to bed. Perhaps he would be a little more comfortable there than being on that black leather couch. He picked up the spoon and put it on the kitchen sink before returning to the living room to—

"Fu… Fuji!" Tezuka nearly yelled at the swaying figure. "What are you doing?"

Blank eyes simply stared back at Tezuka. "Don't worry about me." He seemed to sigh as he put one foot in front of his other slowly, making his way slowly away from the couch.

Tezuka was on the alert, his arms outstretched, ready to catch Fuji just in case he would fall again.

Miraculously, Fuji managed to get himself to bed without Tezuka's help. Tezuka even left him at one point to get something from the kitchen. Hugging the walls as he went along, Fuji finally found the door to his room and collapsed gratefully on his bed once he got close enough. He gave in to the sleep that had been calling him as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Tezuka went in just a few minutes later to find Fuji sound asleep on the bed. He opened the window as wide as they could go. Standing in the middle of the room, Tezuka gave himself a small nod of satisfaction. The room's airing was perfect.

Noting that Fuji's fever had gone down a little since earlier that day, he tucked Fuji in carefully so as not to wake the smaller teen. Unconsciously, he dropped a kiss on the warm but pale lips; a kiss of reassurance that was so chaste it'd seemed as if it's natural that Tezuka should do it.

'Wait a minute!' Tezuka's mind shouted.

No! It's wrong! This shouldn't have happened! Why on earth would he kissed Fuji?! No, no, no, no!!

'Does that mean I'm gay?'

Tezuka's fingers went to his lips immediately. What had he done? But, but, he'd loved it. He really loved it, didn't he? His senses seemed to awaken as he pondered over the matter. Damn. Was it just him or was his pants getting tighter? Oh, hell.

His gaze shifted from the sleeping figure cocooned in those blankets and back to his arousal. Hang on, he's getting an arousal just because of Fuji?

The image of a naked Fuji in bed flashed before his mind again. And this time, the tightness in his pants and the aching of his loins seemed to confirm everything.

Okay, so he's gay. Great. Now, how was he going to tell Fuji about it? He couldn't keep it a secret forever, nor could he just ignore Fuji and get himself another guy. No wonder he's never excited when he was around girls that were of their age. He's gay!

Tezuka would've laughed out loud with that realisation but he remembered the sleeping teenager in the room. Besides, he was getting light-headed by the aching of his arousal. He realised he needed release and he needed one, fast!

He quickly exited the room and made his way to the bathroom that was on the ground floor. The farther he was from Fuji, the better. He wouldn't want Fuji to hear a single thing.

Stripping off his clothes quickly and noting how much he'd swelled and realised how much he ached, Tezuka stepped under the streaming spray of lukewarm water and watched the droplets of water running down his length, wetting it thoroughly in the process.

He wrapped his hand around his hard, aching shaft and started pumping slowly as his other hand searched for the spot right behind his balls. That hand moved occasionally, from rubbing that sensitive spot to massaging his balls to relieve the growing ache before going back to the spot; his other hand never ceasing its pumping as its thumb stroke on the length almost forcefully.

Something warm leaked out of his manhood as he stroked harder, and faster. The familiar sensations came flooding again; of him being pushed to the top until he had nowhere to go. His pace quickened even more. If anyone were to do this dry at the speed Tezuka was going, skin would definitely be chapped in long run.

Fuji, naked, hands on his length, his mouth hot and moist on the head…

A moan tore from his throat as warm white liquid spilt onto his hand that was still pumping away; washed away quickly by the water that was still spraying from the showerhead above him. He stroked his length a few more times, twisting his hand once in a while to empty himself totally before he turned his full attention to the shower, his fatigue starting to settle in.

A few minutes later, he was dressed again; his urge finally released – although in a way that he hadn't wanted it to be but nonetheless, satisfied that the ache was gone. Knowing that it was still a little early, Tezuka decided to make a short trip back to his house to collect some things that he might need if he's going to stay at Fuji's for the next few days. He remembered that he must also buy some medicine for Fuji from the pharmacy.

After making sure that Fuji was deeply asleep – a side effect of that medicine the doctor told him to give Fuji – Tezuka took the keys to the house from the beautiful intricate glass bowl on the mantle by the door and left the house with his tennis bag and the prescription list that the doctor had given him earlier.

Fuji awoke slowly to find himself in total darkness, except for the weak light from the full moon that somehow managed to broke into his room. He felt better although his mind was still slightly disoriented and his limbs still a little weak. He was vaguely aware of his t-shirt sticking to his back, damp with sweat as he got up from his bed and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for his strange wave of nausea to pass.

Odd, he knew there was someone else in the house with him; someone who'd made him dinner. He found a glass of water on the bedside table and his window wide open. He looked at the fluttering curtains as the wind from outside caught the rustling cloth. Realising how uncomfortable he felt, Fuji decided to take just one more shower before going back to bed.

Okay, I believe this isn't as good as the first, not that I'm very satisfied with the first chapter either. But anyway, reviews are appreciated.