Kloudy Reignfall: Now there's some Tezuka! And Fuji's as manipulative as ever!
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When Tezuka Kunimitsu walked into the Seigaku club room after finishing some paperwork, his eye gave an uncharacteristic twitch.
"Where is everyone?" he asked, purposely ignoring Fuji's attire.
"They left," Fuji said with his usual smile. Tezuka rubbed his temples.
"Why did they leave?" he asked.
"Did you want to see your teammates having sweaty sex on the clubroom floor?"
"… Fuji, I think I hate you," Tezuka sighed.
"No you don't," Fuji got up and wrapped his arms around the stoic buchou.
"Fuji, what do you think you're doing?" Tezuka rubbed his temples again.
"Nothing," Fuji shifted closer to the captain.
"Fuji, I am warning you-" Tezuka growled, but cut off with a gasp.
"What's wrong, Kunimitsu-kun?" Fuji shifted again; making sure his skirt still fell very awkwardly over his equally awkwardly positioned self.
"Fuji, stop this right no-" Fuji shifted so Tezuka disbalanced and landed hard on a bench. He straddled Tezuka's legs and smiled down at the captain.
"Do you remember what I told you about the club participating in a game?" Fuji rubbed Tezuka's collarbone, the buchou's breaths were coming harsh and fast now.
"Y…yes," Tezuka tried to move away from the tensai's touch.
"Well, I have a dare for you," Fuji said, his lips brushing the captain's ear.
"I don't recall agreeing to participate in such a game," Tezuka jerked away from the tensai and stood up, still gasping for breath.
"But you didn't have to, buchou, Fuji wrapped his arms around Tezuka's back, "All the regulars were automatically in."
"Fuji, you can't do that," Tezuka focused on the floor.
"But I did," Fuji brushed his lips against Tezuka's neck as he spoke and was pleased when a shiver ran through the captain's spine.
"Fuji-"
"You asked where the club members were," Fuji suddenly sat on the bench, all business, "Do you want to know where they really are?"
Tezuka panted a breath and sat opposite the tensai, "Yes."
Fuji smiled and related the events of the past hour or so, "So you see, Buchou," he concluded, "Everyone's quite busy today."
"Then I suppose there is no point in practicing," Tezuka got up and headed for the clubroom door.
Fuji pouted, "Tezuka, you disappoint me."
"What are you talking about?"
"Do I have to do everything?" he asked.
Tezuka blinked, "I don't understand what you are saying, Fuji, but you should change out of those clothes and go home, practice is officially canceled."
"Who would have thought Tezuka Kunimitsu would cancel practice," Fuji smiled.
"We can't very well play without anyone here," Tezuka glared at Fuji.
"Oh contraire," Fuji smiled, "This is the perfect time to play." He looped his arms around the captain's neck.
"Fuji, I really think you should change and-"
"Do you really want me to change Tezuka?"
"Yes."
Fuji sighed, "Very well then." He turned his back and slowly pulled off his shirt. Tezuka could feel his breathing speeding up again for no reason. There's not a reason, I told himself, not a reason. Fuji's perfect skin is not a reason. STOP THAT! He mentally berated himself, jerking his eyes from Fuji's lithe form.
"Is something wrong, Buchou?" Tezuka looked up and immediately wished he hadn't. Fuji had turned around but had yet to put on a shirt.
"No, Fuji, please finish changing," Tezuka glared at the concrete floor of the clubroom.
"If you insist," Fuji turned his back again and Tezuka chanced a look up. He groaned, Fuji's back was just so beautiful.
Before he even knew what he was doing he has embraced the tensai from behind, his nose nestled near the other boy's collarbone.
"Tezuka!" Fuji gasped.
Tezuka ran his nose along the boy's collar bone, then moved so his lips ran along the other's shoulder. Fuji bent his head to allow Tezuka's lips better access.
"Fuji," Tezuka whispered.
"Hn?"
"I have a dare for you."
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