Author's Notes: And this chapter is dedicated to my beta, Fatedtofall, without whom it would not exist! To show her your appreciation, go click on my favorite authors and read her stuff. And comment on it. (If you watch Inuyasha, that is.)
She betaed this chapter too, though in this case, I prefer to think of it as "letting her be the first one to read her present."
"No."
"Yes."
"No. I refuse."
"Pity you've no choice, then."
"I do."
Fuji simply widened his smile as he pulled his buchou forward. "See, we're already here! Wasn't that easy?"
"Fuji, we aren't going in."
"Tezuka, don't tell me you want to be seen publicly refusing to support your rivals! Gossip gets around, you know, it would be awful for your reputation."
"My rivals?"
Fuji turned around and faced Tezuka, still smiling brightly. "Didn't you know? This place is run by Jyousei Shounan. You were in Germany at the time, you wouldn't remember them…but all the more reason to get acquainted with them now, don't you agree?"
Run by Jyousei Shounan or not, Tezuka's personal opinion on the matter was that his reputation would be a great deal more damaged by actually going into a strip club than being seen refusing to. Not that that would matter to Fuji, who seemed able to bend even the laws of society as he needed.
Fuji also would probably find a way to give him hell to pay if he did what he wanted to; that being jerk his arm out of Fuji's grasp, run home, and lock the house. So he allowed Fuji to pull him through the door with only a minimal show of resistance.
Though he'd had some slight hope after learning it was run by Jr. High students, it was, in fact, a strip club. Why had Fuji brought him here in the first place? Surely the tensai did not find this type of entertainment enjoyable, but what other reason could he have?
"Look! Eiji and Oishi are already here!" Fuji called, looking inordinately pleased with himself. Tezuka did a double take, but the figures across the room were definitely Seigaku's vice-captain and his doubles partner. And they were dancing, quite closely. Did Fuji bring him here to do that?
Loathe as he was to admit it to himself, he would not be exactly adverse to the idea. And Fuji did seem to be tugging him towards the dance floor. Decidedly resigned to the whole affair, he followed. What he was not prepared for was Fuji's deft fingers unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling his sleeves halfway up his forearms before he could get out a word of protest.
"Fuji!"
"You're dressed too formally for this place, Tezuka. You need to loosen up." Fuji murmured, undoing the first two buttons on his shirt and tugging his collar up.
"Fuji, I am capable of unbuttoning my own clothing."
"Yes, but you wouldn't have," Fuji replied. "Besides," he continued, smirking impishly. "You know you liked it."
"FUJI!"
Fuji ignored him. "See, now isn't this nice, Tezuka?" he beamed, wrapping his arms around Tezuka's neck, and pulling him closer until their bodies were touching. Tezuka felt a faint flush creeping onto his cheeks, which he hoped was invisible in the dim light. And had Fuji always been this short? He'd known the tensai was shorter than him, but the height difference was much more drastic with Fuji pressed against him. "Now put your hands on my hips... My hips, Tezuka, not halfway up my back... That's my waist. Lower."
"This is fine, Fuji."
Fuji pouted a moment before suddenly standing very straight, causing Tezuka's hands to slide down a few more inches. He must have been crouching slightly before, because he was about the height Tezuka'd thought he was now. Tezuka felt his flush deepen as he realized where his hands would be if he'd put them on Fuji's hips in the first place.
Admittedly, he felt a bit better about the whole affair once he realized that Fuji was blushing too.
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"Oishi, look! Fuji's here! He's the one that told me to come here!"
Oishi stifled a sigh. He should have known Fuji was somehow involved. "Did you want to go say hello?" he asked.
"Nah, he's dancing. With buchou. And look how close they're dancing! In a few years they'll be married, nya, and they'll be asking us to baby-sit their spawn."
"Eiji!" Oishi gasped, aghast. "You know Fuji can't have children!"
Eiji looked him in the eye, dead serious. "Fuji can do anything."
Notes: And the reappearance of the Golden Pair would also not exist without Fated, although for different reasons. We were talking about how cool the word "spawn" was while I was writing this, and I randomly offered to include it in the fic, and she accepted. So yes, that whole last section was just for an opportunity to use the word "spawn."
And these last two chapters have rather deviated from the point of this fic. Back on topic in the next chapter!