A/N: I know, I know, my Tezuka turned out to be a real pervert in disguise…But it made the story more interesting, ne? Everyone always think Tezuka as a strait-laced, but how do we really know what was going on in his mind anyway? Maybe he did have a perverted side to him…..Hmm, do you think there is too much smut? Maybe I ought to cut them down in the later chapters……Anyway, thanks for all those wonderful reviews. ;D They really inspire me to finish up with the story….
CHAPTER 4 - THE DISCOVERY
"Syusuke, I am worried," Saeki said the next day during their usual gathering on the rooftop at lunch break. His face broke into a snide grin. "How is that butt of yours faring? In need of any pain relief? I think I have some ointment here…."
Fuji shot his friend an ominous glare but refused to answer. He had just made up his mind never to speak to that useless friend of his again. Leaving him to the mercy of that sex maniac while he himself was secretly watching…..That was just too much.
"Saeki," one of their friend asked in a distressed tone, "Did Fuji really win the bet? He got Tezuka-san to kiss him?"
"Oh, yes, he did," Saeki replied dramatically, "Fuji's prowess and allure have been proven beyond a doubt now." He gave a mock salute to Fuji, then added glibly, "Tezuka not only kissed him, he did much much more than that, didn't he, Fuji?"
There was a bit of grumbling among their other friends. They were having regrets of ever betting against Fuji. So far, nobody they knew had ever successfully resisted Fuji's charm before…..
When Fuji still remained silent (albeit a tortured one), Saeki couldn't resist goading his friend a little more. "Ne Syusuke, how did you manage to bring out that perverted side of him anyway? Nobody could've guessed that Tezuka had it in him just by looking at that uptight prude…"
"Enough, you son of a bitch!" Fuji finally exploded. He couldn't take it anymore. He was not in a good mood to begin with, and his butt did hurt like hell. Fuji promptly forgot his resolve not to talk to Saeki again in the heat of the moment "What kind of lousy friend are you?!" he started ranting. "Sitting there idly watching while I almost got trampled to death!"
The others turned towards the sudden outburst. Oh, something interesting was happening again…
Saeki cocked his head and pretended to frown. "Oh, I was mistaken then? I could've sworn you were moaning in ecstasy the whole time I was there….didn't realize you were actually getting trampled. You have to forgive me for my misconception, and hence, my reluctance to come to your aide." He gave an innocent grin.
Fuji looked a bit mortified upon hearing Saeki's words. He couldn't bring himself to believe he did such things! That bastard must've deliberately mistaken Fuji's protests as moans of pleasures..…..
Saeki peered at his friend from beneath his lashes. "If it is any consolation, the two of you made such an erotic picture that I felt like jerking off myself..…"
"You are totally sick in the head, you know that! How could you say something like that?! You pervert! Sex maniac! " Fuji yelled disgustedly with as much dignity as he could muster to hide his humiliation, although his face was already flushed beyond recognition with it. How embarrassing could your life get, having your so-called best friend witnessing you doing it?
"Relax, Syusuke," Saeki held up a hand, thinking he had pushed his friend far enough, for now. "I didn't do it," he confessed. "Not that I was able to anyway. Seeing your best friend having sex, with a guy, nonetheless, has a dampening effect on the libido….It's almost like watching your own parents doing it…." He gave a shudder of revulsion.
"Eh, what is happening, Saeki? Did Fuji…" a guy from their enraptured audience was courageous (or dumb) enough to ask.
Fuji turned his most deadly glare onto the guy. If looks could kill, the poor guy would be pulverized into dust by now. Instead, he shrank back in fear.
"Stay out of it," Fuji hissed. "I've had enough of this shit! I'm leaving, so I want everybody to pay up now!" He gave the same ominous glare to each of his friend in turn, daring them to refuse. If he didn't have anything, he'd at least have the money and the new camera to look forward to.
There was a bit of scuffing and a lot of sighs as money was forked out and collected. After Fuji had it in his hands, he abruptly turned and walked away. That was the last time he was going to be betting in anything, ever.
"Syusuke, be careful will you? Your butt still hasn't fully recovered yet," Saeki called after him in mock concern when he noticed his friend's awkward stride. The only response he got was a finger sign showing just what Fuji thought of that remark.
A week had passed since the day which Fuji had termed as the greatest downfall of his life. During that entire week, he had managed to avoid Tezuka like a plague.
Fuji was spending his lunch break alone in class, with nothing better to do than to gaze at the little bird chirping happily away on the windowsill. He didn't feel like hanging out with that foul-mouthed friend of his that day.
Suddenly he sensed someone standing beside him and looked up. Fuji blanched.
"Fuji," Tezuka greeted him in his usual cool voice, so unlike his passion-driven one.
Fuji quickly averted his gaze. He couldn't meet Tezuka's eyes now, not after what he had done to him. And the jerk had the nerve to come and find him here...…
"What do you want?" he asked peevishly.
A slight hesitation came from Tezuka. "Do you…want to go and study in the library after school today?"
"No, that won't be necessary. I don't need your help anymore. Please leave, I'm busy bird-watching at the moment." Fuji purposely turned his attention back to the bird, only to realize that it had flown away. Damn.
"I see." Silence. And then, "Fuji, are you avoiding me?"
"No, I'm not. Stop being paranoid," he denied, purely for the sake of saving himself from having to explain to Tezuka the real reason he was avoiding him. If Fuji could have his way, he wouldn't have to see Tezuka ever again, let alone having this conversation
"Then why didn't you answer my calls or return my messages? Why did you run the opposite way when you saw me coming the other day?"
"That…That was because I was too busy to answer my phone, OK? And…for your information, I wasn't going your way at that time, I was trying to get to my class before it was too late….."
"Even though I was standing right in front of it?" Tezuka asked incredulously.
Fuji didn't have the answer to that. He had talked himself into a corner now. Maybe he should just keep quiet and ignore Tezuka until he got the message that he was not welcome here.
He heard Tezuka letting out a small sigh. "Fuji, we really have to talk…."
"There's nothing to talk about," Fuji cut in. He glared at Tezuka. "Will you just leave me alone? We are finished! Over! Get it?"
"No, I won't leave until you promise we could talk this out," Tezuka insisted stubbornly. "Come with me after school, and I promise to do anything you want after that."
"All right, fine," Fuji gave in ill-manneredly after a quick assessment of the situation. "One talk, and you'll get out of my hair for good, OK?"
Tezuka nodded and left.
It was the first time Fuji visited Tezuka's house. It was huge, almost like a mansion, and decorated traditionally very much like in the Meiji era. There was even the presence of a koi pond with bamboo pipes and all. Fuji wouldn't be surprised if a samurai happened to spring out on them suddenly .
"Nice place you got here," he muttered, sounding a bit envious.
"Thank you." Tezuka inclined his head. "Let's go to my room. We can talk better there."
Tezuka's room was situated at a secluded part of the house and looked as spacious as the rest of it. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Fuji asked impatiently once he had sat cross-legged on the tatami mat.
Tezuka fiddled with his glasses for a moment. "I heard some rumor circulating around," he finally said, his voice low and serious. "Is it true you made a bet with someone about getting me to sleep with you?"
Fuji was momentarily too caught in surprise to speak. Drat, he found out. He had a pretty good idea just where the rumor stemmed from. One of these days, he was going to strangle Saeki to death with his bare hands.
He might as well admit it then, even though the original bet was just a kiss. Heck, who knows? Maybe Tezuka will get so pissed off that he won't want to have anything to do with me anymore…..
"So, what if it was?" Fuji replied flippantly. "It is no skin off your back or mine. You seemed to enjoy it very much anyway," he added scathingly.
Tezuka was silent after hearing Fuji's confession. He seemed to be deep in thought, his face impassive.
"Well, now that that has been cleared up, I'll better get leaving then." Fuji thought that was the end of it as he walked himself to the door. "Don't worry, I know how to let myself out."
A hand stopped him in mid stride. He turned around and saw Tezuka looking at him so intently that it kind of creep Fuji out. "I am not going to let you go so easily," he said quietly.
"What the hell do you want me to do?" Fuji asked coldly, trying to keep the uneasiness from his voice.
Instead of answering, Tezuka pulled Fuji towards his bed and dumped him there. Before Fuji could even figure what was happening, Tezuka had already expertly tied both his hand to the head of the bed with a piece of cloth that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"What the..…?" Fuji jerked frantically at the bonds, feeling rather fearful of the seemingly insane Tezuka.
"I said, I am not letting you go so easily," Tezuka repeated emphatically. He started divesting Fuji of his clothes.
Geez man, not again! Fuji began to struggle in earnest now. "LET ME GO, YOU PERVERTED JERK!"
It was futile. The binding was too tight. His hands were rendered useless by it. Fuji then thought of using his legs but the idea was swiftly taken away when Tezuka swung his own leg over them, effectively imprisoning him.
"What the #$ do you think you are doing?!" Fuji didn't even care if he was shouting like a girl anymore. "Get off me, you oaf!" He jerked violently around, trying to dislodge Tezuka's body.
"Your struggling is making me more excited, you know, seeing how it brings your body rubbing against my erection," Tezuka informed sardonically, which brought about an immediate cease of movement from Fuji.
Tezuka smirked. Now that he had him docilely under him, Tezuka leisurely ran a finger along Fuji's chest, stopping just before it made contact with a nipple. Fuji's nipple immediately puckered up in anticipation against his will.
"Do you know how I have longed to do this in the past week?" he said softly, drawing circles around the sensitive bud. He looked at Fuji. Fuji glared back. "You like it, don't you? Look at how it has hardened under my touch," Tezuka said before bending his head to capture the said nipple in his mouth, lapping gently at it.
"Hmph…" Fuji bit his lips. He was not going to moan, damnit! He'd rather bite his tongue off than give Tezuka the satisfaction.
Tezuka temporarily ceased his onslaught. "You can let it out all you want. My room is quite isolated. Nobody will hear you even if you scream the roof off," he told Fuji.
"Like hell I will!"
Tezuka gave a tiny smile. His gaze traveled to Fuji's lips now. "Did you realize that we have only kissed once? It was the time when you begged me to give you one. I really wanted do it again."
Over my dead body. If his mouth came anywhere near Fuji's, he'd make sure Tezuka never had the chance to kiss anybody ever again…
Tezuka seemed to read his thoughts. "Ah, but I know how detrimental that is if I tried it now. Maybe later," he mused, "when I am able to get you into the mood."
His gaze continued down towards Fuji's groin. His rod was already semi-hard from all the stimulation, much to Fuji's dismay. "Your body is so responsive, isn't it? Don't worry, Fuji. I will be really gentle with you this time." Tezuka gave that little piece of useless flesh a gentle stroke before taking it into his mouth. His other hand played tantalizingly at his sacs.
Fuji arched his back against his will. Shit, he couldn't hold it in any longer. His restraint was slowly slipping away beneath Tezuka's erotic onslaught. Any minute now he was going to beg Tezuka to put it in.
The thin thread of sanity that still left in him wondered just how his butt was going to take it this time…..
If Fuji had been surreptitiously avoiding Tezuka before, he was now going all out to stay at least 500 meters radius away from him. He didn't want to be attacked again. He needed to protect his virtue, or what was left of it anyway…..
No thanks to Tezuka, Fuji didn't even get to have proper sex nowadays. His butt generally hurt too much to even walk, even though Tezuka was considerate enough to use lubricant the other time. How could he get it into that blockhead that he, Fuji Syusuke, was not and never would be a gay?!
A hand suddenly shot out and dragged him into an empty classroom while his mind was occupied.
"Hey!" Fuji tried to shake off his attacker.
"Keep your voice down," a voice told him calmly.
Fuji narrowed his eyes. It was Tezuka. Again. "What do you want this time?" he bit out. "Haven't you had enough fun with me? Didn't that last rape make up for the time I betted on you behind your back?"
Tezuka's mouth compressed into a thin line. "You say rape, but you enjoyed it as much as I do."
Fuji had the grace to blush. It might be true, but he was never going to admit that.
"It's been two days," Tezuka was saying as he drew closer to Fuji. "I miss you. Come over to my house after school."
"Are you nuts?" Fuji looked incredulously at him, as if he was missing a few screws. "Why would I do something dumb like that just because you say so?"
Tezuka fished out a rectangular object from his pocket. "I didn't want to resort to this, but I will if I have to," he told Fuji. He waved the object under Fuji's nose. It was a video tape.
Fuji felt a sense of foreboding. "What…is that?"
Tezuka weighed the tape in his hand. "Our explicit sexual encounter the other day. I had it recorded down. If you don't want the whole school to find out what an uke you are, you'd better do as I say."
"Are you out of your mind? You were in it too!" Fuji was too shocked to fully comprehend the threat.
Tezuka shrugged. "I had it edited. In this tape, they will only see you screwing with some guy. And enjoying it," he added, nonplussed.
Fuji was trembling, partly from anger and partly from shock. If he didn't know Tezuka had a black belt in Karate, he would be sorely tempted to do some violence onto his person. "Give me that, you perverted jackass! You are nothing but a detestable swine!" he resorted to name calling instead, while making a grab for the tape.
Tezuka held it out of reach. "Do as I say, and you won't have the fear of this leaking out," he promised quietly.
"Remember, my house after school. I'll be waiting," he said before walking away and leaving Fuji alone.
Fuji slumped onto the floor, feeling totally helpless and dejected. Tezuka's parting words kept on ringing in his ear. How could one tiny bet turned into such a nightmare?