.a.n.: I feel like I'm neglecting FFnet, and since I'm at someone else's house with no access to my own ongoing fics and no incentive to write, I'll be spamming FFnet with drabbles. Or longer fics, if I have enough time to post them. This series is just going to be drabbles (they and more can be found on my LJ), hope no one minds. Hope you enjoy, and please take good care of me!
.d.i.s.c.l.a.i.m.e.r.: Not mine. -straight face- But D1...-straight face- gah. -cries- not mine.
Title: Scandalous
Pairing: TezuFuji
Rating: PG to PG13
The words "scandalous" and "Tezuka" had never been used in the same sentence - much less the words "scandalous" and "Kunimitsu." But if, by chance, they were to be used, it would most likely be Fuji Syuusuke who applied them.
"My, 'mitsu. Don't you look scandalous."
Tezuka glared at his boyfriend, daring him to say more. After all, he was doing Fuji a favour by accompanying him to the deep, hot depths of Africa. He could've been sitting home in Japan, where he would've needed - at most - a fan, but instead, he had to rest his tight little tush on a blanket under a tent that did nothing to block the hot safari sun.
And since that tent served no purpose other than to trap hot air against Tezuka's body, he had decided (after much contemplation and sobbing) that the only path of action he could take was removing articles of clothing. But only one piece at a time.
Thus, Tezuka Kunimitsu was now sitting in a tent, on a blanket, in Africa, sans his shirt. And he could tell Fuji was enjoying the view. Too much.
"Ne, 'mitsu..." the tensai purred.
"Yes, Syuusuke?"
Fuji shivered. "I'm cold."
"It's over thirty-eight degrees out."
Fuji shivered more violently. "I think I have hypothermia."
Tezuka sighed, feeling exasperated. "Don't you have pictures to take? That's why we came to this stupid place anyway..."
Fuji slumped on the ground, rubbing his arms weakly. "So cold...'mitsu...so cold..."
Tezuka groaned, and walked over to the tensai. Frowning at the honey-haired man, Tezuka sat down and held his arms open. "Fine."
Fuji smiled gratefully and quickly plopped himself in Tezuka's lap, snuggling up to the former captain's bare chest. "Ne, are you warm now too, 'mitsu?"
Tezuka removed a hand from around Fuji's waist to wipe the sweat from his face. He eyed the tensai with a bit of annoyance. "What does it look like?"
Fuji smiled at his boyfriend again, and snuggled closer. "But you still like it" he sing-songed.
As Tezuka sat on the blanket, under the tent, in the hot African air, he looked down at his happy boyfriend and sighed again. "Yes, I know."
.a.n.: And sadly, my TezuFuji muses have deserted me. Actually, my general tenipuri muses have deserted me. Gwah. Hope it wasn't too painful, until next time!
