Chapter 6

When they arrived at his house, Tezuka unlocked the door and held it until Fuji entered. Closing it softly, he turned to look at his lover. Fuji's back was to him while he was removing his shoes, but that, thought Tezuka, was a nice view just the same. The buchou took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around his partner, first nuzzling the soft skin of his neck, then placing delicate kisses all over the exposed, ivory colored skin until he reached an ear. "I'm glad we went out," he said huskily, "but..." His voice trailed off as he kissed a path back down to a shoulder, his hands slipping under the black shirt to touch the body he had been craving all evening.

Fuji turned to capture the taller male's sensuous, hot lips with his own. Both moaned hungrily as their tongues slid across the other's in mutual desire. "But," the tensai answered breathlessly when Tezuka released his mouth to pull the shirt over his head, "being together and alone is even better, ne?"

Tezuka looked into the brilliant, blue eyes and saw his feelings mirrored in their depths. "Exactly," he agreed, then let his lips descend to meet his partner's for another passionate kiss.

After a few minutes, they let go of each other long enough to move from the entrance way to the living room. Fuji hopped onto the futon and opened his arms in invitation. Tezuka smiled and slid into the embrace, lips finding and devouring their target yet again. The two continued to caress and please one another until each was fully satisfied. They then lay motionless, catching their breath, with arms and legs intertwined around each other.

A few moments later, Fuji's fingers brushed a strand of hair off Tezuka's face. "Mitsu?" he asked tenderly.

"Hmm?" came the drowsy reply.

"Although it surprised me a little, I really did like your humorous monologue earlier tonight. I was only joking about what I said after. And it did make Eiji and Oishi feel better."

"I know," Tezuka said quietly. Opening one eye, he smirked. "Even polar bears can be warm...once in a while. Just don't expect it too often."

Fuji laughed. "I have no idyllic views on that subject, don't worry. Especially when we're on the tennis court or you're playing captain." He snuggled in closer and stroked a cheek. "But, you know, you don't need to be anxious around my family. And we don't have to hide anything from them, either. They know I prefer guys instead of girls. They're really okay with me having a boyfriend." He brushed his lips up along the warm neck and, upon reaching the mouth, gave his buchou a deep, lingering kiss.

"That's good to know. So, if I'm having dinner at your house again," Tezuka said devilishly, both eyes now open and gazing into the blue irises in front of him, "they won't mind if I can't control myself and jump you?"

"They might be a tiny bit shocked," answered Fuji with a nonchalant shrug, although his eyes registered amusement, "but we're a very open family. I'm sure it wouldn't bother them too much. In fact, it could even add some spice to the dinner conversation."

"I'll keep that in mind the next time there's a lull," said Tezuka jokingly.

""Please do," the tensai replied matter of factly. "So, how about your family?"

Tezuka rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling. "I don't know," he finally said. "We haven't really talked about dating. I've been concentrating so much on tennis and school, I think my family just assumes I'm putting it off until later. Not that they don't think about it for me. My mother and grandfather drop hints frequently about my future wife and children, which just shows what direction they're going."

Fuji scooted over and laid his head on Tezuka's chest, who then placed his arms on his friend's back and scratched lightly up and down. Tezuka continued contemplatively. "And I don't know if being an only child will make it harder for them to understand. My family is a little more traditional than yours, so they may be concerned about the carrying on of the family name."

Fuji lifted his head and looked intently into the now cloudy brown eyes. "Maybe, but those responsibilities are still off in the future. Even if this relationship never happened, it doesn't necessarily mean you'd get married and have kids just as they planned."

"True," replied the buchou absently.

"On the other hand," Fuji said trying to lighten the mood, a smirk beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth, "it may still work out perfectly for the Tezuka name. Because, if we happen to break-up, you'll never be able to find any guy as good as me, no matter how much you search, and then you'll have to settle for a girl. Ah, what a sweet picture. Mitsu and the little woman and their six children sitting around the fireplace doing origami and flower arranging."

The sandy haired male rolled both of them over so that he was now on top. He then bent down and nibbled on his lover's lower lip. "Six kids, Syuusuke! That's way too horrifying. Even as a joke. For punishment, I'll haul you back and make you become their nanny."

"Sorry, Mitsu," he laughed. "that'd backfire. Those innocent minds would be at my mercy. And I'd tell them all sorts of stories about their daddy, especially about the week-end lovefest between their daddy and their nanny. Your kids would be scarred for life!"

"You're very evil. I hope you realize that," Tezuka said pretending to be appalled. "Here I am doing my part for society and you're corrupting young children."

"Well, I'd have to amuse myself somehow," Fuji chuckled.

"Then I better keep you very busy, as well as satisfied," the buchou said decisively, "for the good of all of society." He played with the soft lips for a while longer, then kissed and nibbled a trail down his lover.

Tezuka woke up the next morning to two blue eyes watching him. "Enjoying yourself?" he said sleepily.

Sighing loudly, Fuji answered, "Just thinking, again, about not having my camera with me. I'm missing another great photo opportunity."

"You are such a sick pup," Tezuka replied as he pulled his lover down for a good morning kiss.

"Not really," the tensai snickered. "I just verbalize what most people keep to themselves. You all are as perverted as me."

"I don't know about that," the sandy haired male replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh huh," Fuji mumbled, then changed the subject. "So, what time are the folks coming home?"

"About two. Which gives us a couple of hours before I have to start cleaning up."

"Well, let's go eat first. I'm starved," Fuji remarked. "Later, do you want to play a practice match? We haven't picked up a racquet all week-end."

"Sure, and I also need to spend a little time in the weight room," Tezuka agreed.

After the two ate lunch, fixed up the living room, and changed, they walked to Fuji's house to get his tennis gear. Finally ready, they headed off to the school's tennis courts. Being a trusted team captain had its advantages, since it allowed Tezuka keys to the courts, the locker room, and the code to the weight room.

The pair played tennis for over an hour, practicing different shots, and fine tuning others, as well as giving each other a good work out. After taking a twenty minute break, they did some weight training with both the free weights and the machines.

"Um, Mitsu," Fuji said, releasing the bottom lip he was biting while watching Tezuka finish up his last set of reps. "I think I'm going to have to go home after we're done here. I have an assignment due tomorrow that I have a bit of work left to do on. And I really need to concentrate..."

"And," Tezuka added, catching a glimpse of desire in the blue eyes that was matching his own growing want, "you don't need any distractions, including me."

The tensai chuckled as he walked over and sat on his buchou's lap. "Yep, you are definitely a distraction. Aaand...the best one I've ever had. That's why I can't have you in the same room while I'm finishing up this paper."

Tezuka drew Fuji in closer. "I do understand. I'm not able to concentrate much with you around, either. You're way too tempting." Half playing, half being truthful, he murmured dejectedly, "So ends the week-end lovefest."

"This fest, yes," the tensai responded with a twinkle. "But there are fifty-two week-ends a year and quite a few nights between them. I plan on taking full advantage of them whenever possible."

"As long as it's with me," Tezuka whispered, wrapping his arms tighter around his lover and kissing him deeply.

When the pair finally came up for air, they agreed they should probably get going. Retrieving their gear and making sure everything was locked up properly, Tezuka walked Fuji home. At the door, they kissed good-night.

"Thanks for nursing me back to health, Mitsu," Fuji smirked.

"Thank you for being such an accomodating patient," Tezuka replied politely with a slight bow.

Fuji chuckled. "Such sarcasm! What a fast learner you are!" He gave his buchou one last kiss for the night. "I'll call you later, when I'm done. Ja," he said as he opened the door and went inside.

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