Tezuka had never missed his stop. Even if he fell asleep on the bus on the way home, he was somehow always able to wake up before reaching his stop. Perhaps it was some internal alarm clock that saved him from having to double back and waste precious time when he could have been doing something more productive. It was this internalized alarm system that jerked him out of sleep that late afternoon.
He blinked sleepily, grimacing as a thin arrow of sunlight slipped through his curtains and into his eyes. Morning? It seemed the wrong shade to be morning light. He stretched, and encountered a warm body curled up beside him. Stiffening, he shifted slightly and found himself staring at a halo of gleaming honey-brown hair. Then he relaxed slightly, running his fingers through the silken strands.
"Fuji…" He touched a fingertip to the sleeping tensai's cheek and heard the small sigh of contentment and Fuji pressed closer to him. "I'll be back in awhile," he murmured, not caring that his lover was asleep and most likely couldn't hear him anyway.
He yanked on his school pants, zipping it just enough so that it wouldn't fall of his hips, then left his room. Even as he wondered what had woken him up and was causing him to walk out of his room, he remembered that in his surprise over Fuji's impromptu visit, he had forgotten to lock the front door. His mother would be extremely worried if she came home to an unlocked door.
His mother.
He had to wake Fuji up before his mother got home. He thanked the heavens that he'd woken up before his mother had returned from her grocery shopping. He couldn't imagine what would happen if she had found him in bed with another boy. Naked and intimately entwined in the arms of another boy as they slept in the aftermath of a very sweaty bout of sex.
He locked the front door and returned to his room. Once back inside, he sat down on the corner of his bed. Suddenly at a loss for words, he didn't know what to do. He knew he had to wake Fuji up, but then what? He'd never been particularly good with words. He got up, paced a bit, then sat back down, a little closer to Fuji. The shift in the mattress stirred the tensai from sleep and Fuji reluctantly roused himself from his dreams.
"Mm, Tezuka?" Fuji stretched felinely, the covers slipping down his slender body in the process. "I didn't notice you get up."
"I remembered that I left the front door unlocked."
"And that wouldn't be safe at all, would it?" Fuji said smiling as he sat up in bed, his golden-brown hair glowing in the gentle evening rays. "Come back to bed and wake me up properly."
"Fuji, my mother will be back soon." The soft smile faded, and Tezuka was astonished to find his heart aching slightly at the loss.
"Right, I'd forgotten. I'm sorry." Fuji reached up to smooth the tangles from his hair. He slid out from beneath the plain blue-and-green-striped blanket and searched for his clothes from the articles strewn all about Tezuka's usually neat room. He had located his pants and was tugging them on when Tezuka yanked him back.
He lost his balance—and with his pants still around his knees, there was no way he was staying on his feet—and fell back onto the bed. His breath escaped his lungs in a loud puff.
"Tezuka, what are you-" He was silenced by a pair of warm lips descending onto his.
Slowly, Fuji wrapped his arms around Tezuka's neck, holding the buchou close while they kissed. Tezuka pulled away slowly, his breath coming in gentle pants against Fuji's cheek.
"Waking you up properly," Tezuka replied, before continuing to kiss Fuji senseless.
It was over an hour more before they were showered and dressed—Fuji in borrowed clothes, since Tezuka refused to let him wear his rumpled uniform—and presentable. Tezuka's clothes were a little bit too big for Fuji, but it sent a delicious shudder up Tezuka's spine to see Fuji in his clothes. The sleeves of his shirt brushed the tensai's fingertips gently, the pants hanging low on Fuji's slender hips—Tezuka wondered, if he gave a firm enough tug, if they would slide off. Then the tensai bent down to pack keep his things. Tezuka found himself staring at Fuji's butt. He really had a nice behind, Tezuka mused.
Fuji had folded his clothes and was carefully packing them into his bag when they heard a rattle of keys, followed by the front door being unlocked.
"Ah, Tezuka, your mother's home." He zipped his bag shut and stood up. "I guess I should leave now." He kissed Tezuka tenderly on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."
He met Tezuka's mother in the corridor, with Tezuka just shutting his room door behind him as he followed Fuji out.
"Fuji-kun?"
Fuji smiled pleasantly at the woman. "I was just leaving, Tezuka-san."
Tezuka's mother smiled back—it was quite hard not to, really—and said, "It's quite late. Why don't you stay for dinner?"
Shaking his head, Fuji politely refused. "I don't want to be any trouble. Besides, my mother is already preparing dinner at home. But thank you for your offer."
He opened the front door, then turned back to Tezuka and his mother with a small wave. "Bye, Tezuka, I'll see you tomorrow." Then he left, shutting the door with barely a sound.
"He's such a nice boy, Kunimitsu. You should invite your friends over more often."
"Do you need help with those groceries?" Tezuka said, avoiding the topic completely. Without waiting for a reply, he took the heavy bags from his mother and walked to the kitchen.
His mother watched with amusement as he disappeared into the kitchen without a word. She decided not the say anything about the fact that Fuji had left wearing clothes she recalled ironing just the day before. Her little boy was growing up so fast.
Inui linked his camera to his computer and started uploading the pictures. He was pleased to have acquired such interesting data. A soft 'bleep' indicated that all files had been uploaded successfully. He detached the camera from its cable and returned it to its protective case. The cable was also removed from the USB port and neatly wound, before being stored beside the digital camera. And then Inui turned back to his computer, scanning through the picture files with an almost evil glint in his eyes.
"Sadaharu, dinner is ready!" His mother called from behind the closed door.
He closed the program window and put his computer on standby. "Hai, kaa-san," he replied, shutting off his monitor.
Come the following training session, the tennis club was amazed to find their buchou in such an amiable mood. He was just as talkative as ever—which wasn't much—and there was no deviation to his facial expressions, but there was a big change in his mood. For example, Echizen being Echizen, was late for practice, and Tezuka merely leveled him with a stern look and a warning not to be late the next time. Not a single lap handed out!
Tezuka cast a wary eye around the tennis courts. A few of the regular were acting rather…strange. For example, after he'd generously let Echizen off lightly for arriving late, the dark-haired boy had given him an odd look, before scrutinizing him behind his back. Tezuka had actually been able to feel that intense visual examination. He'd broken up a fight between Momoshiro and Kaidoh and gotten them to run twenty laps each—Fuji's influence didn't stretch that far—and the former had refused to look him straight in the eyes.
Halfway during practice, Kikumaru had leapt a bit too far off court. He'd returned the ball, as well as scored a point, but the energetic redhead had also managed to land right before Tezuka's feet. In a movement almost as quick as his Seal Step, Kikumaru was scrambling away as fast as his hands and feet would take him. Tezuka wondered if Inui had spiked their water bottles. Again. He was going to have to have a talk with Seigaku's data collector about putting mysterious—and often marginally lethal—concoctions in the Regulars' water supply.
Tezuka dismissed the club members from practice, holding back only the Regulars for a post-training meeting. Even as he spoke, he studied his teammates closely. Kawamura was his normal, placid self, having propped his racket by the fence. Oishi, as ever, stood straight, listening attentively to whatever he had to say. Kaidoh was scowling slightly—but then again, when was he ever not?—his posture somewhat slumped. Tezuka made a mental note to discuss that with Inui. Bad posture was something to be corrected as soon as possible in anyone's life. Fuji—ah, Fuji—was smiling, as he almost always was. The tensai noticed Tezuka's brief glance and his smile widened fractionally, just enough to le the buchou know that he'd been caught staring.
And that was where normality ended.
Eiji was usually grinning and radiating energy. He still was—radiating energy, that is—but it was energy of the extremely nervous kind. It was as if the acrobatics player couldn't wait to get out of the courts and away from Tezuka. Every now and again, he'd cast Tezuka an anxious glance, only to look away when Tezuka happened to notice. Momoshiro was another one. Except that it was as if the second-year student was trying not to look, but couldn't seem to help it anyway. Echizen had his cap brim tugged all the way down, and all you could see, really, was a dark shadow where his face ought to be. But one could positively feel the golden-eyed kid's piercing stare.
As for Inui… Well, it was always difficult to tell what was going on in Inui's head. Almost as difficult as trying to figure Fuji out. Tezuka had stopped trying to do either a long time ago. Inui concealed many things behind those oddly opaque glasses of his. You could usually got only one kind of expression from him—sadistic glee. It often manifested as an eerie glint of light from his lenses. There was no glint today, as Tezuka stood there briefing them on events to come, but there was a faintly noticeable aura shimmering around him. It was…creepy, to say the least. Tezuka hoped that his apprehension wasn't showing on his face.
After a minute or so, it was too much for him to take, and he dismissed his teammates. Kikumaru almost tripped over his own feet trying to sprint out. Tezuka thought briefly that if he ran like that whenever Inui made his horrible penal-tea, there would be no question as to who would come in first. Echizen sauntered out coolly, face still hidden, but when a stray ray of sunlight filtered through one of the nearby trees and struck his face, Tezuka thought he saw a faint blush covering the ichinen's cheeks.
Really, what on earth had Inui done to them?
It had been a week since Fuji had paid him that fateful surprise visit. Tezuka had tried not to make it so conspicuous, but he knew that the entire tennis club knew that he was now always walking Fuji home. Or sometimes it was the other way round. This time, they were heading to Fuji's house.
He had told his mother before leaving for school that morning that Fuji was going to help him with some homework. His mother, ever-accommodating and ever trusting of her only child, had agree with a smile. He felt horrible about lying to her like that, but frankly, it was the only idea he could think of that would justify him going to Fuji's house so often when the tensai was also frequently coming over as well. Besides, Fuji was well known to be a genius on the court as well as in the classroom. Fuji tutoring him was a plausible story.
Fuji's also a genius in bed.
Tezuka gave his head a small, firm shake, wondering just where that errant thought had come from. Not that it wasn't true. It was just that he had never been the sort to think things like that.
"Mm, Tezuka, what are you thinking about?"
The sound of Fuji's melted-chocolate voice broke through his thoughts, and he inclined his head slightly to one side to let Fuji know that he'd heard him.
"You were frowning," Fuji said, as a means of explanation.
"Ah." Tezuka shrugged faintly. "You," he said, after a long while.
"Hm?" Fuji gave him a small puzzled smile.
"You," Tezuka repeated. His voice softer, he continued, "I was thinking about you."
Shut eyes snapped open in surprise at his admission, revealing stunned blue. Then Fuji smiled, his eyes still open. He gave Tezuka a chaste kiss on one cheek. "That was sweet of you." With his free hand, he casually entwined their fingers together. Tezuka, not quite understanding what Fuji had found so 'sweet' about his admitting the truth, didn't move. Fuji gave his hand a gentle tug. "Ne, Tezuka, weren't we going over to my house?
Tezuka started, then he gave Fuji a mildly embarrassed look. "Only you, Fuji. Only you do this to me."
"You say such lovely things. Now let's hurry up. You ought to go home at a decent time later."
Tezuka arched one elegant brow. "It's not even three." The look Fuji gave him was pure, lascivious evil.
"Exactly."
Yuuta unlocked the front door of his house. He needed to grab a few things that he had forgotten during his last visit home. And he just missed his house. And his brother.
He knew he often said otherwise, but truthfully, the moment he had left Seigaku for Saint Rudolph, he'd felt the loss of his brother like a punch to the heart. Syuusuke had always been there. No matter what the occasion, even when he was annoyed that his elder brother was constantly hovering over him, Syuusuke had always been by his side. And even while he'd chafed while in the Seigaku tennis club, he'd also been proud to be the tensai Fuji's little brother.
What had been the last straw was that it was the only name by which they knew him. Tensai Fuji no otoutou. The genius's little brother. Yuuta! His name was Yuuta! And no matter how hard he tried, he'd never truly been able to block out the whispering that went on behind his back. Like his brother, Yuuta didn't miss much. He wasn't a genius—their family only had one, and it was definitely Syuusuke—but he was observant.
You didn't grow up the younger brother of a much-envied genius without becoming very observant.
It had seemed like the perfect opportunity when Mizuki had shown up, asking him to join Saint Rudolph. Yuuta had barely even given it much thought before he heard himself saying 'yes'. It wasn't that he regretted leaving Seigaku. He was enjoying himself quite a bit over at St. Pudolph. It was wonderfully refreshing to be able to go to school without ever being compared to Syuusuke. And most knew never to refer to him as Seigaku Fuji's little brother. Only the occasional foolish ones slipped and called him that. He always 'reminded' them never, ever to do so again.
He wondered if Syuusuke was home. He might have after-school practice today. Then he saw his brother's shoes placed neatly by the door. Just by the periphery of the doorframe was a second pair of shoes. His brother had brought home a visitor? Yuuta sighed. It would seem that he'd chosen the wrong time to come home. He could hardly expect to spend some non-time (non-time because Yuuta knew that he would spend every minute of it protesting his brother's company, while enjoying it at the same time) with his brother if Syuusuke had a friend over.
He decided to just take what he had come for a leave. He could come back another day, when his aniki wasn't busy.
His room was just one room away from his brother's. They shared the bathroom that was located between their rooms.
He was removing a bottle of conditioner from the cabinet beneath the sink when he heard soft laughter. Curious, he left the bottle in the cabinet and headed for his brother's door. Not caring that he was eavesdropping—after all, that was what little brothers did—he pressed his ear to the door.
"Fuji? What is that?" He heard. It sounded like Seigaku's buchou, Tezuka Kunimitsu. Intrigued, he breathed as silently as possible, in the hopes of being able to hear better.
"What does it look like, Tezuka?" Yuuta blinked in surprise. That sounded like his brother. When Syuusuke was not very pleased. He wondered just what Tezuka had done to put his aniki in such a mood.
"Truthfully? It looks like it would hurt." The low chuckle that he heard was not a happy sound.
"Remember that time, when you asked if I was punishing you?" Another soft laugh. "I told you that when I did, you would know." There was silence. And then he spoke so softly that Yuuta could barely hear him. In a deep, purring voice, Fuji said, "And I also said that you would love it."
Yuuta blinked owlishly. He had come home at a very bad time, it would seem. Apparently, Tezuka wasn't just Seigaku's buchou, he was Fuji Syuusuke's buchou. He wanted to just leave his brother to his odd antics, but found that he couldn't peel himself away from the door. Just what was his brother going to do to Tezuka? He heard a harsh gasp and menacing laughter. Then a drawn-out groan. Yuuta turned a deep shade of crimson.
Have to get away. Why can't I make myself leave before aniki finds me?
"Fuji," he heard Tezuka pant. "You- I-" There was a pause. "Damn you, Fuji!" Tezuka growled in frustration.
Ohdearohdearohdear…
"Begging already, Tezuka? We've barely even started."
"I'm not begging, dammit, but trust me, Fuji, after this, you will be."
"I'm so scared, Tezuka." Yuuta could practically hear his brother's patented 'I'm-such-a-sadist' smile. "Tied up like that, I'm sure you can understand why I'd be so terrified."
Tied up? Tezuka was…tied up?
"Be prepared to scream, Fuji. When you're done with me, I'll make you scream so loud, the neighbours would think that a murder was taking place."
Yuuta pressed a hand to his forehead and raised his eyes heavenward. Why, oh why, had he chosen, of all days, today to come home. And now, his own body wasn't responding to his demand that he disappear before things got really graphic.
"Oh, God, Fuji! That stings!"
"Mm, maybe if you're a good boy, I'll kiss it better later."
As the time passed, Yuuta heard many different sounds coming from his brother's room. There was a muffled shriek of outrage, then a suppressed hiss of fury, several threats issued from behind gritted teeth. And then, finally, silence. Yuuta wondered if his brother had killed Tezuka. And then he heard a low, almost sobbing moan.
Or maybe Syuusuke had simply tortured Tezuka into partial unconsciousness.
Yuuta shuddered at what could have made Seigaku's stoic and solemn team captain make such sounds. His brother was very scary, indeed. Yuuta was glad that all that terrifying tensai prowess had never been turned his way before. Rather, Syuusuke had always been the one to protect him, use his genius to take on even the most intimidating of foes. All for Yuuta. The little brother he loved so much. The little brother who acted like he couldn't stand to have Syuusuke be part of his life. But something told him that Syuusuke had always know that.
That it was all an act.
Yuuta didn't have any real proof of that, but it was something that he had always been aware of. That possibility that his brother knew. Then his thoughts were broken by a pleading sigh.
Right. He was here, now, in his own home, where his elder brother was apparently torturing another guy, who just so happened to be said brother's tennis captain. With great effort, Yuuta finally managed to scrape himself off the door. Forgetting all about the bottle of hair conditioner in the bathroom cabinet, he raced out of the house as fast as his legs could carry him, intent only on escaping his freakishly strange brother.
I refuse to be witness to a murder. He paused for a moment in thought, even if his legs didn't slow down one bit. Or anything else, for that matter.
Fuji stroked the tip of the riding crop down Tezuka's bare chest. He watched with satisfaction as Tezuka shuddered, hissing from the intensity of the sensations. Hands tied above his head to fixtures Fuji had installed for this purpose alone, and legs spread-eagled, Tezuka was laid out for him to enjoy. Not that Tezuka wasn't enjoying himself as well. In fact, Fuji could very safely say that Tezuka was have just as much fun as he was.
The leather tip dipped shallowly into Tezuka's navel, and Fuji swirled it gently, absently, watching the flush grow on Tezuka's cheeks. One day, Fuji decided, he was going to have to take a picture of Tezuka like this. His lover was a very beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity when caught in the throes of erotic arousal. In fact…
"Mm, Tezuka, be good and don't move, and I'll reward you when this is over, ne?" He whispered, lips caressing the rim of Tezuka's ear as he spoke. He only reply a harsh panting and a whisper of his name.
He strode, naked, to where he stored his cameras, and retrieved the digital camera that he'd gotten for his last birthday from his parents—never mind that his birthday hadn't really occurred that year. Digital cameras were very handy, since there was no film that would need processing and hence, no inquisitive store clerks that would get the shock of their lives when developing the film. He flicked the switch on and turned the dial to the camera function.
He tossed the crop onto the bed, where it landed just mere millimeters away from where it really have hurt, and looked at the little LCD screen. He captured one picture, and then another, and yet another, snapping photograph after photograph until he was satisfied. He switched the camera off, hastily kept it where it wouldn't be found until he had time to transfer the photos to disc, and then returned to Tezuka's side.
Tezuka hadn't opened his eyes the entire time, and hadn't known that Fuji had been taking pictures, and he was surprised when he felt Fuji's hand, Fuji's warm touch, smoothing damp hair back from his face.
"You're so beautiful, you know that, Kunimitsu?" Fuji breathed, unable to take his eyes off Tezuka. He stared into hazel eyes, letting himself get lost in their glowing depths for a moment, before straddling his lover and kissing Tezuka tenderly.
Fuji slid himself against Tezuka, sighing with contentment as waves of pleasure washed over him with each pass. Then the slow glides became forceful thrusts that grew increasingly frenzied with each movement.
"Fuji, please… Please…" Tezuka's breath caught in his throat as Fuji scraped his teeth over a dark love bite that he had made earlier. "Make love to me, please…Syuusuke."
With a soft cry, Fuji captured Tezuka's lips in a hard, demanding kiss. It was a furious duel, where tongues were the weapons and it didn't matter who won, in the end, because neither side lost.
"You don't have to ask, 'Mitsu, punishment's over. Playtime's just begun." He trailed one hand teasingly down the side of Tezuka's body to where his hipbone jutted out, then dragged his fingertips lightly back up.
"You're such a tease," Tezuka gasped.
Fuji tweaked a pebble-hard nipple between his fingers, then tugged gently. "There's a difference: A tease doesn't intend on finishing anything." He lapped delicately at its twin. "I do." Then he toyed with it with his teeth.
Tezuka arched back, writhing wildly and sensations exploded inside him like a shipload of fireworks. He was incapable of speech, of sound, and his lips were parted in a silent scream.
Fuji slyly repeated his actions with the other nipple, a gleam evident in his eyes as he reached down and gripped Tezuka tightly at his base. After all, it wouldn't do for the fun to end so quickly. When he was sure that Tezuka wouldn't be finishing anything be fore him, he loosened his grip and began stroking with a feather-light touch.
"You're going to kill me," Tezuka managed, his voice strained.
"I promise I won't," Fuji drawled. "I'm not into necrophilia. Although if it was you I might actually be tempted to try…"
"You are so sick."
"And you love me that way."
"And your mind is so twisted."
Fuji gripped loosely, then began to pump excruciatingly slowly. "Mm, yes, I guess it is, isn't it? What else do you love about me?"
"Your inability to tie better knots than me."
"Wha-"
In a smooth move, Tezuka reached down, climbing rope in loose swirls around his wrists, the silk scarf beneath it already in the process of slipping from Tezuka's wrists, and flipped Fuji beneath him.
He smirked at the shock and growing horror in Fuji's lake-blue eyes and growled seductively, "I promised you something, didn't I, Syuusuke?"
"You did?"
"Of course I did," he replied, lips moving against Fuji's softly parted lips.
With Fuji pinned beneath him, he shook the ropes and scarf from his hands. Then, fingers nimble and moving deftly, he wrapped the wine-coloured scarf around the tensai's slender wrists, following it with the climbing rope. There was one thing tensai Fuji was incapable of doing, and it was tying knots better than Tezuka, who have actually gone climbing and knew how to tie knots that could survive a rockslide.
When Fuji was trussed up like he had been only minutes earlier, he gently eased Fuji's legs apart. He hooked the tensai's legs over his shoulders and looked deep into Fuji's eyes.
"I promised that I'd make you scream." Then he swooped down and claimed Fuji with his mouth.
Fuji screamed, calling out Tezuka's name until his throat was hoarse. And then he moaned as Tezuka used his arsenal of tongue, teeth, and wet, hot mouth on him. He struggled, not really trying to get loose, but more because his body couldn't decide whether he wanted Tezuka to stop, or continue. He decided, his mind in a daze, that it was most likely both. He was unable to stop his hips from bucking wildly, thrusting into the scorching, moist cavern of Tezuka's mouth.
"N-No! Not like this!" Fuji protested.
Tezuka paused for a moment, searching Fuji's passion-glazed eyes with his own glowing golden-brown ones. "Then how?" He purred gruffly, his words gently caressing Fuji.
"With me. Together with me." He smiled tenderly, his breath coming out in a long, shuddering sigh. "Always with me."
"Since you asked so nicely…" Tezuka gently eased Fuji's legs off his shoulders and slyly slid his body slowly up the entire length of Fuji's.
"Untie me, Kunimitsu," Fuji whispered. "I want my arms around you when I come."
"I suppose we're even now…" Tezuka reached up with one hand, stretching to reach the knots while losing as little contact with Fuji as possible. Not even looking at the knots, he untied them, and soothingly massaged the faint ligature marks away. Fuji had a tendency to bruise easily. He brought Fuji's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles.
"Ah, Kunimitsu…" Fuji stroked Tezuka's cheek with the back of his fingers. Then he tangled one hand into the thick, pale honey-brown silk that was Tezuka's hair. He brought Tezuka's face to his own, drawing random swirling patterns over Tezuka's back as they kissed long and slow.
Fuji tilted his hips as Tezuka ground against him, and the tip of Tezuka's erection slid into him. He moaned into Tezuka's mouth, the sound a barely audible muffle. Slowly and carefully, Tezuka slid the rest of his length into Fuji, holding the tensai close as he shuddered from the intensity of the sensations rocketing wildly within him. Fuji, in return, kissed Tezuka like it was his last day to live.
Tezuka started off painfully slow, managing to get himself under enough control before he did what his body want him to do; which was claim Fuji with a hard thrust and take it from there. Instead, his movements were measured, almost leisurely, as Fuji kissed him with desperation.
His name was like a chanted litany on Fuji's lips and after awhile, the combination of Fuji's kisses and sobbing cries and scent was too much and he sped up his thrusts. He buried his face into Fuji's hair, damp and swept in every direction, breathing in his scent as he thrust harder and deeper and faster. Fuji lifted his hips slightly, moving to meet every, single thrust.
And just when Tezuka thought he could take it no longer, he felt Fuji clench all around him. He came, crying Fuji's name, and Fuji joined him a fraction of a heartbeat later.
Tezuka didn't know how long had passed since they had spent themselves, but decided that it had been long enough. He was pretty heavy, and he was also sprawled all over Fuji. He managed to muster up enough energy to roll off Fuji and pull the drained tensai over him instead. Fuji shifted a bit to make himself a bit more comfortable, then lay bonelessly on Tezuka.
"Syuusuke," Tezuka murmured, smiling softly as he absently stroked Fuji's hair absently. "My Syuusuke…"
"Mm, yours," Fuji agreed, his words slurred with approaching sleep. "And you're mine, 'Mitsu. All mine."
"No question about that." He reached off the bed and scrounged around the floor by the edge of the bed for the blanket. He snagged a corner of it, then tugged it over them.
"By the way, I think I should let you know that kaa-san isn't coming back home tonight until very late. She and tou-san have a dinner function on." Fuji inhaled deeply, carrying Tezuka's scent into his lungs. "We can sleep without having to worry."
"You planned this, didn't you?"
"Mm," Fuji hummed sleepily. "Me?"
"I'm too tired to argue with you." Tezuka brushed his lips over Fuji's. Fuji sighed with contentment and responded in kind drowsily.
Fuji fell asleep almost instantaneously, exhausted. Tezuka could tell by the steady breathing and the slack, peaceful features. He was only too happy to join Fuji in worn-out slumber. And then, he fell asleep, a faint smile gracing features that was austere in waking.
