One Year In Four
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Disclaimer: me no richie therefore PoT me no ownie. Mou, I wish I could be adopted by Konomi-sensei or by the animators…
Warnings: yaoi, lemon… OOCness, presence of OCs…
Pairings: TeFu (I'm loyal and biased… they're the epitome of love)
Summary: Fuji and Tezuka had a rift. They both think they moved on. Then comes Fuji's twenty-fourth birthday (sixth, actually) and he invites the old team over. The past resurfaces, should they seize it or leave it? nya, this is a leap year gift to our favorite tensai from our favorite buchou. Enjoy:3 (third settlement based on Fallen Angel and A Fine Week.)
a/n: omg, here it is!!!! The LEMON!!! Forgive if it's a little different. This is my first lemon and it's yaoi… plus, this is more romantic than hot… you probably realized by now that I have the tendency to romanticize things… I warned you… -.-" here you go!!!
One Year in four calendar: Feb 17, 2008
bLoodY vEngEfUl sOul – the quotes? I'm glad you like them. They fit, don't they? Thanks for loving my story… kill Honda with a car? Why not? teehee.
darknesswithinthebush – I absolutely agree that Yanada and Honda should both die very, very slowly and painfully. They're too blind, I think… and –pats your head- here's the update:3
forbiddenstars – hating people come from the hatred I feel toward Yanada and Honda. :3 I hope you find this, er, adorable (?) as well.
cassie – a lot of trouble, she starts here, btw. but it's still just a petty thing. Of course, Fuji understands Tezuka better, they're telepathic you know? and I'd dwell more on the guilt-ridden buchou here. :3 love it when Fuji gets angry, I think what pushed him to the edge was Honda's attempt to slap Tezuka. Woohoo, I hope you mold back into shape after melting from all the fluff, but I think that would be pointless. –grins- yeah, I did try to make it before Saturday… woot, you're going to medschool (which one?), lots of luck!
PyroSiren – you don't need the lemon, but they do. Haha. Fwahaha. Yeps, megane means glasses. I forgot to put that in. Thanks for loving the 8th chapter and for loving this story:3 As for Honda, just read on and see…
Ketchup for Blood – I'm surprised you didn't comment on the appearance of Honda and Yanada. Uh, there was more than one 'my love'? there was supposed to be only one… oh, well, I think I really should read what I type. –hits own head- wait, there was only one 'my love'… don't worry, that was just after reading a fic where they call each other love. And I do realize that Yanada called Fuji love a lot of times so I really prefer using their full given names. :3 Oh, my, you're getting a cough because of sweetness? Let me hand you a cough medicine. I can only offer a cure. Preventing cough would be too bad in the case of this fic. :3
Ai-Kusabana – I read your PM, I don't really mind if you review on weekends. Nyars, you have school!!! I'll be back to school next week so I can still update now. I've been complaining about the school enrolment. Drr. Grueling…
yoshikochan – yeah, I just realized that they both got hit by the other's exes… haha… I agree: away, Honda!!! Away with you…
sheyryoma – yeps, Fuji teasing Tezuka is soooo cute… that's why Fuji teases Tezuka a lot, I guess. Haha, he enjoys the tongue-tied Tezuka and only he can do that:3 with inspiration? What inspiration? Yes, I hope I make it to Saturday…
xoHakugei – I don't stress over updating… I'm more stressed on the thought of school I guess. I enjoy seeing an angry Fuji, don't you:3
KaL KeY – yeps, a long way to go and I hope you're reading…:3
alchemistgrl09 – mou, I'll try to make them as good and as entertaining as this one, promise:3 I, too, wish that I could take up a writing career, but I'm more into science than arts, so I don't know… and I live in a rotten country where authors don't get paid. xp
okinneko – for a moment, I thought you were slamming the door in my face, -lol- and I realized you were pertaining to Honda… mm, no not the lemon, yet… ah… the lemon is next, as in here in this chappie. How can you hate my teasers? I love them! –laughs- mm, Saturday is just a deadline? tefu should stay after three weeks are up… oooh, best in me, best in me… Yeah! It suits Tezuka very well.
Miji-Chuu – nya, here's the update… you really shouldn't be sneaking up. :3
Thelchtereia – yeah, the wind is really bad right? must have a hurricane coming… hm, nah, they were just going to really just warm up at that time. Turning on the heater and stuff. –lol- omg, I hoped I made it before you go away… Well, Saturday morning in my country is still Friday in yours so… I guess I still made it, ne? I mean, you CAN'T miss the lemon!!! As for Tezuka, thanks that you like him in this fic. I am still yet to convince my best friend that she should read fanfics (like this one) because she's scared of reading OOC fics… It's ok that you ramble, I enjoy reading them… :3 and I ramble a lot myself. :3
Thin-K – what, I didn't say that the lemon would be on the next chapter… -bats eyelashes innocently- I asked you to comment so I can make improvements. :3 Of course it is Honda's destiny to fail. –laughs evilly- Yanada deserved more than a punch, I guess, but Tezuka was cooler than to lose himself over someone as low as Yanada. Ahh, I like meanly smiling Fuji myself…
Ulat Bulu – nya, I'm so happy I updated as well… :3 thanks for reading!
lammieee – Honda got a lot of names lately (shit-hole, it…) but that's just fine… Fuji better be possessive this time… six years is a long time of waiting, but a lot is still coming even if they are together. I mean, Fuji's birthday is still twelve days away… :3 BURNINGG LOVEE!!! I like that. ;) yeah, I liked Tezuka's joke myself. I just added that in the last minute, tsk.tsk.
maldita08 – nah, won't be in a hiatus for a long time, what with the lemon still hanging in midair… I promise to update as often as I can. Hoi! Hoi! I love neko-chan here as well, nya. Kawaii neko-chan. That potion bit was just added as a whim I guess, but it fits with Honda's annoying personality then came Tezuka's joke. :3. Syu-chan's wrath is still a long way off because we are now in the core of their love, haha. Actually, I had to get requirements and enroll for school… and I feel dead now because of the enrolment. I mean, our campus is so big and we had to walk in the middle of the rain… I wonder what it'd be like next week… drr. Xp
before the lemon, let's take a look at what Honda can do… but this is just a taste. There's still a lot more of Honda to come.
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WE people spend almost all our efforts searching, longing, wanting and waiting for love, but more often than not, we fail to see it. Though, surprisingly, at a point in our lives, at a point where we least expect, at a time when it'll have the most impact, it literally throws itself towards you, pounds on your door, and says, "Here I am, take me, I'm yours. " When that instance comes, would you dare turn away from it? Would you say, "Not now, maybe later?" Wouldn't you take the chance, thinking the opportunity may never come again?
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Chapter Nine
"Nya, nya!" called Eiji, running across the living room toward Oishi. "They're still here and they're trying to sneak in!"
Pulling the high-strung redhead's arm, Oishi frowned. "Calm down."
"And," Momoshiro started as he peeked through the curtain, "are they camping in for the night?"
"Baka," hissed Kaidoh. "Shut the windows."
"Mn, do they know that I'm here as well?" asked Echizen worriedly.
"Iie," said Inui without tearing his eyes away from his palmtop. "All they are concerned about at the moment is Tezuka."
"Where is buchou, nya?" asked Eiji thoughtfully.
Setting aside his gadget, Inui said in a matter-of-fact tone, "He's upstairs, discussing with Fuji."
The living room fell into a woeful silence until a single set of footsteps could be heard from the door.
"Fujilko!" Eiji almost squealed at the sight of their tensai. "Where's buchou? Are you going to talk to them?"
Smiling placidly, Fuji nodded and strolled toward the door. He pulled a deep breath and reached for the knob. His face was still a cheerful one as he waited for flashes of camera bulbs to subside. As the commotion died down, he started, "Sumimasen." He bowed his head to some extent and continued. "Tezuka Kunimitsu is currently indisposed and cannot answer your questions."
"Are you related to Tezuka-san?" asked a woman journalist, waving her microphone to Fuji.
"I am a friend," said Fuji, calmly smiling at the lot.
"Then," went a male reporter, "do you know if Honda-san's claim is true? She was crying this morning, breaking the news that Tezuka-san replaced her with a man. She claims that he is, in fact, gay."
Fuji's eyes narrowed at the way the last word was stressed. Nevertheless, he remained beaming. "I'm sorry, but I'm in no position to answer Honda-san's allegations. It's a matter that only Tezuka Kunimitsu can handle."
"But she gave this address and she said that Tezuka-san stays in this house with a male lover," piped in another male reporter. "By any chance, are you Tezuka's boyfriend?"
At that, Fuji broadened his smile. "The two of us stay here along with our old teammates from our old high school tennis team. We are here for a reunion and a birthday…" he waited patiently as the reporters scribbled on their notes. "Not for anything else."
A female journalist raised a hand. "However, do you know of Tezuka-san and Honda-san's break-up?"
Putting on a considerate frown on top of the well-practiced smile, Fuji nodded. "As far as I know, they've been over for three years now and…" he paused, eyes glinting mischievously. "I think Honda-san is the one having difficulty facing the truth." He let the words sink before speaking yet again. "Well, I'm afraid I can't answer any more of your queries. And the owner of this house asks you to please vacate the premises immediately. Staying would be tantamount to invasion of privacy and trespassing." He put on his most sincere smile and lowered his head. "I'm truly sorry."
"Just one more thing, do you know when Tezuka-san will address the public?"
Smiling vaguely, Fuji didn't respond – just as though he hadn't heard the question.
Right on cue, Inui walked out of the door, his megane glinted deviously. He was fiddling with his palmtop. "According to my calculations, the weight of such an offense as trespassing would – "
"Arigatou gozaimasu!" said a panic-stricken reporter. "We're very sorry for the trouble."
"O- "
"Isn't that Echizen Ryoma?" asked a woman, pointing across the street.
Fuji blinked and held back a chuckle as he did see a capped, dark-haired man on the sidewalk. The man was holding a canned drink. In the darkness, the face wasn't clear.
With diverted attentions, the reporters turned and ran after the young tennis samurai.
Letting out a small laugh, Fuji stepped back into his house and shut the door. He tilted his head slightly as he saw Echizen inside, sitting on the floor and playing a card game with Eiji.
"That was Momo," said Inui informatively. "He'd be able to lead them far from here to stop them from coming back."
A warm smile spread on Fuji's lips. "Thank you," he said.
"Saa…" said Oishi, making a good impression of Fuji. "It was nothing."
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Fuji scanned his gaze around his dark bedroom. A smile of affection adorned his lips as he took long strides toward the bed. "The reporters are gone." He sat beside his boyfriend and grinned. "With everyone's aid, of course."
"Ahh."
Tipping his head in inquiry, Fuji tore his gaze to the man seated next to him. The response was short, just as usual. But it had a shadowy air about it. "Kunimitsu," he muttered, letting his fingers trace the outlines of Tezuka's strong, angular jaws. He gently elevated the other man's head to regard the brown eyes.
"I'm sorry you had to be in my mess," Tezuka said gravely.
The azure eyes momentarily flew open. Fuji inched his face closer so that their lips were a hair's breadth away from each other. "This mess is as good as mine," he said, his lips touching Tezuka's for a second. His fingers raked through the downy golden-brown hair. "I love you, you know that. And this mess is here because you love me just as much." His smile turned luminous, irradiated by the dim light of the lamp. "Kunimitsu, why do you always say sorry?"
Covering Fuji's slender hand with his, Tezuka mumbled, "I made you hurt a lot."
In such an elegant fashion, Fuji swept his lips against the back of Tezuka's hand. "The pain that we caused each other," he whispered with a voice that was slow and feathery to the ears, "is just a proof of our love. I know that you never meant to hurt me."
Seeing the trust in the cobalt eyes, Tezuka's heart and mind gave in. Daintily, caressingly, Tezuka ran a thumb along the lines of Fuji's mouth. He bent his head and claimed the thin, pliant lips. Kissing gently, he cupped Fuji's nape and gnawed on Fuji's lower lip till it lowered for him. Succumbing to the lightheaded feeling, he filled Fuji's mouth with his tongue. He wanted to return the pure love that he wronged for so many times. How he wanted to show that he deserved it, but he didn't know how. Perhaps, if he poured himself into each kiss they shared, then he could redeem himself and repay.
Fuji's hands crawled to the back of Tezuka's head, deepening the kiss. Tezuka could just feel his heart slam against his chest. Fuji's sweetness was engulfing him. Fuji's vanilla scent was sharp on his nose. Pictures of Fuji's face, Fuji's lean body were strewn all over his head. Flicking his tongue to every corner of Fuji's mouth, Tezuka heard a covetous moan from Fuji's throat. He brought his hand down to Fuji's waist. With eyes shut tight, he leaned forward and hungrily fed on the tensai's tongue.
Underneath, Fuji gave way to allow Tezuka's hand to lift his shirt from his torso. He quivered with desire as the warm, calloused fingertips ran from his stomach, up to his chest and around his nipples. Groaning, Fuji kissed back with his tongue lashing up against Tezuka's. He knew he could give everything now as he dissolved right in Tezuka's arms. With a small thud, he fell to the bed. Clutching Tezuka close to him, he could feel embers in his muscles. Everything now, yes. He would give Tezuka everything.
With eyes flying open, Fuji slumped against the bed and became insanely aware of the painful spurts in his body as Tezuka pulled away. "Why?" asked Fuji, sitting up just as Tezuka did. He didn't mind the cold that hit his upper body. But he was too direly conscious of the emptiness in his soul, the emptiness that only Tezuka could satiate.
"We almost – "
"Made love?" asked Fuji pensively as he peered up at his boyfriend. His body was beginning to feel sweltering hot, but he didn't make a move on Tezuka.
Tezuka shut his eyes and yet he couldn't shun himself from the daze that Fuji's mere presence was causing in him. Sheer torture it was to be so near yet unable to touch Fuji. "Ahh."
"Is that wrong?" asked Fuji, gulping down the chyme in his throat as his eyes caught sight of Tezuka's chest molding against the thin fabric of a white shirt.
Trying to look away, Tezuka's attempt was slaughtered as Fuji's lips nestled his neck. "Syusuke…" he tried to say in warning, but his voice had gained a ring that belonged only to satisfaction.
"Is that wrong?" Fuji murmured. His hands were now around Tezuka and his breath was hot against Tezuka's skin.
"No," said Tezuka whose head was now throbbing with the pain of holding back, of not touching Fuji. "But you aren't ready yet. You wouldn't sleep with Yanada and I couldn't force myself on you either. I am yet to prove –"
"Saa…" murmured Fuji in mellow voice as he buried his face against Tezuka's neck. "You aren't Yanada. You aren't forcing yourself on me either. And…" he stopped to fumble with the buttons of Tezuka's shirt. "You've proven everything to me already."
Fuji's voice, sweet and thick as dripping honey, fought against the stubborn voice in Tezuka's head. "Syusuke," said Tezuka, gripping Fuji's hands only to realize that the mere contact corroded his effort to sound reproving.
"Kunimitsu," started Fuji, continuing to unbutton Tezuka's shirt. He splayed his hands across Tezuka's lean chest and he smiled warmly upon hearing the sharp intake of Tezuka's breath. "I know you want me." He looked up and slipped off Tezuka's megane. He kissed Tezuka's amber eyes with such gentleness. "I can see it here." He pressed his ears in the middle of Tezuka's chest. "I can hear it here." His fingers ran below the buckle of Tezuka's belt. "I know it's down here." Listening to the faint lub-dup of Tezuka's heart, Fuji murmured, "I know you've been trying to control yourself every time you hold me… I know how difficult it is. But you know what? If there's one thing I've learned in the time that we've been apart, I learned that a tiny bit of selfishness would be good for us." He kissed a dark nipple quickly, almost teasing and he looked up to meet the brown eyes of his love. "Kunimitsu… will you be selfish and take me now?"
Tezuka clenched his jaws, trying to muster his resolve. But it crumbled into pieces as Fuji's lips claimed his own. Fuji's tongue turned and twirled flippantly inside his mouth. Every motion of Fuji's hand around him was silently imploring. Tezuka could only kiss back, submitting to Fuji's demands. Pausing for breath, Tezuka rested his forehead against Fuji's. "You could get hurt," he said. His usually passive tone was etched with concern.
Fuji took a brief peck on Tezuka's skin. "I trust you. You won't hurt me."
The words pierced right through Tezuka. He was overwhelmed by the great faith that Fuji had placed upon him. Inhaling deeply, Tezuka took full possession of Fuji's mouth. He shut his eyes as their smoldering tongues battled. If he thought he could put a fortress between himself and Fuji, he was extremely wrong. Eyes flickering open, he supported Fuji's weight with his left arm and leaned forward. How could he resist the sky in those pristine orbs? His free hand taking off the rest of Fuji's clothing, Tezuka laid the smaller man back to the bed. Fuji was practically offering himself to Tezuka, how could he decline the generous gift? Tezuka's lips coaxed Fuji's as the latter tugged at the buckle of Tezuka's belt, kicking Tezuka's pants down with trembling legs. Metals were malleable in flame; the steel clad Tezuka melted in the tiny flames that Fuji kindled.
Aware of his nakedness, Tezuka slowly drew away. The air around him should have been cold, but he could only feel the raging fire that overpowered him. Nothing came between him and Fuji anymore. Nothing. Savoring the sight, Tezuka cautiously roved his eyes to the man beneath him. He sighed wistfully. His heart was beating in his ears; it was pumping more blood and heat than his body had ever known. His hands quavered with lustful excitement as he followed the slender figure with his fingers. Every inch – down to the tiniest fraction – of Fuji's body was chiseled and sculpted to perfection. In Tezuka's opinion, Fuji was even more splendid than the god of love and desire himself as the moon's bright rays kissed the pale creamy skin. "Kami-sama," Tezuka unconsciously whispered. Fuji was just immaculate to the touch. His skin was more sinuous than the finest silk in the world. Taking short, shallow breaths, Tezuka looked down to Fuji, who was quietly awaiting judgment, and he kissed the prominent collar bones. "I never imagined that you could be this beautiful," he murmured in soft raspy words. "Very, very beautiful."
Throwing his head back, Fuji let out a laugh that tickled Tezuka's ears. He planted a kiss on Tezuka's nose and another on Tezuka's supple lips. "That's good," he whispered, watching the blazing brown eyes of his lover. "I never thought I could ever match your magnificence." He sniffed in the citrus scent, and muttered, "I always thought you were amazing." He grazed his lips against Tezuka's neck, sucking at the skin until he left a mark. He couldn't have meant his words more. Everything about Tezuka – the powerful physique, the daunting aura – was superior to everyone, from Fuji even. But Fuji didn't mind being just a tidbit lower than Tezuka. In fact, he enjoyed his stature. That way, he could watch the strength of Tezuka's muscles and listen to Tezuka's heartbeat. That way, he could forever adore and idolize. The imminence that Tezuka exuded gripped him, sending sparks right beneath his skin.
In response, Tezuka seized Fuji's mouth with his own. He flicked in his tongue, offering a gentle kiss that sent ripples of passion down their bodies. Fuji kissed back with the same fervor, putting up a battle against Tezuka's tongue. He pulled Tezuka closer so that their torso's pressed flat against each other. Tezuka's taut muscles constricted instantly as their sweat-drenched skin met. His kisses grew deeper, sharing the ardor that was enveloping him. Fuji's little gesture had been a bomb that entirely destroyed the protective shell around Tezuka's desire for his lover.
Panting for air, Tezuka heaved himself up. For a few seconds, he held Fuji's wild electric blue eyes in his gaze. His heart thumped madly against his ribs, trying to force its way out. He could just see Fuji's wanton yearning right in those heavenly orbs. He took a lock of Fuji's silky hair and brought it to his lips, deliberately slow and sensuous. He smiled as Fuji smirked and hoisted him yet to another fiery kiss. He now made a promise to himself – to quench Fuji's thirst, every nook and cranny of it. That would be his redemption after leaving his beloved so forlorn in the past six years. Gently, he raised himself away from Fuji.
"Why?" called Fuji uncertainly. His angelic face was wrought with concern and he held out his hands, reaching out for his lover.
Taking Fuji's hands, Tezuka only smiled.
To Fuji, the smile was assurance enough. Lying amidst the pillows, he shut his eyes and squeezed Tezuka's hand in submission.
In one swift motion, Tezuka settled himself right at the foot of the bed, kneeling between Fuji's parted shanks. Still holding Fuji's hands, he bent low and kissed the tips of Fuji's toes, the joints of which curled at the tickling sensation.
"Kunimitsu," whispered Fuji, watching with open eyes. "What are you – " he stopped, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and amusement as Tezuka moved up to kiss his ankles.
Tezuka did not respond, he only continued with the wordless ode to Fuji's beauty.
Fuji clasped Tezuka's hands and shut his eyes, falling on his back. Tezuka's lips were drawing a long, turbulent line up his shin, his knees and his legs. Tezuka's kisses were as smooth as flowing water against his skin, and yet, each one lit a sweltering flare in his body. Every kiss was full of longing, warmth and reverence just as if Tezuka's soul was being poured out of each kiss. Fuji gasped and bit his tongue, tightening his hold on Tezuka. A swift, gentle, almost innocent kiss lingered on the length between his thighs causing heat to dart through his flesh.
Vigilantly, Tezuka ran his lips up the velvety skin of Fuji's lean stomach. He felt Fuji's fingers rake through his head as his hot and moist tongue traced circles around one pink nipple. How could he have been so foolish as to leave Fuji alone? He shifted slowly to the other nipple and he could feel Fuji's kneading fingers around his back. How could he allow himself to forget just how pure and whole Fuji's love was? He idly trailed kisses up Fuji's neck. How could he ever thank Kami-sama for bringing Fuji back to him? "I love you," he muttered, finally reaching Fuji's lips. His voice was husky with ardor, but it's ring was deep and resolute. The words were a simple yet powerful avowal of devotion.
Seeing through the deep, Fuji smiled. "I love you, too," he said in a melodic voice. In the past six years, Fuji thought that he had been the only one deeply wounded by the break-up. But in the brief time that he had spent with Tezuka again, he saw the ghosts that haunted Tezuka, the uncertainty that was brought about by six years of fear, doubt and longing. He would now give Tezuka the assurance that he was back for real. He chuckled in satisfaction as he heard a low growl coming from Tezuka's throat. He stroked Tezuka's member gently, playfully. The pains that Tezuka had gone through may have been even worse than his; what could possibly hurt more than knowing that you've broken the heart of the person you loved the most? It was in him now to do everything now to extinguish the doubts in Tezuka's mind.
Holding Fuji closer, Tezuka felt his head in a frenzy as Fuji's fingers kneaded his throbbing erection. With igniting flesh, Tezuka pressed ardent kisses on the gap where Fuji's neck and shoulder met. He too could sense the raw heat in Fuji's flawless skin.
Wrapping his legs around Tezuka's waist, Fuji held his breath as their groins brushed against each other. He tilted his head slightly to kiss Tezuka's ears, biting at the earlobe. "Kunimitsu," he whispered, his voice was an enchantment that caused Tezuka's heart to stop beating. Fuji drew his eyelids to a close as he sniffed in Tezuka's scent. He bit his lower lip, his stomach constricting, knowing that he was with the person he most loved and most wanted. "Make me yours."
Tezuka raised his head to meet Fuji's eyes, concern was written all over his face. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing down, as he saw Fuji's cunning smile and as Fuji's legs drew him closer.
Teasing, Fuji kissed Tezuka's neck, knowing that by doing so, he was sending shiver down his lover's spine.
Catching Fuji's lips, Tezuka said in a low, husky voice, "Tell me if it hurts." His breath now fell heavy on his chest. He closed his eyes, cautiously fondling the other man's tongue, hoping that the gesture would overpower any sort of pain.
"Ungr," was the groan that came as Fuji felt a finger cutting through the tight ring of muscles beneath him.
Deepening the kiss, Tezuka sucked at Fuji's tongue to occupy the latter with the pleasure of the intimacy they shared. "I'll be more careful," he promised against Fuji's throat.
"I'm fine. Really I – " Fuji wasn't able to continue his words as he felt another rip in his opening. He fully enclosed his arms around Tezuka's back, scratching involuntarily as the searing came. His blood pulsated in every artery of his body as he devoured Tezuka's mouth. No pain, he swore, would ever equal the bliss that Tezuka was incurring in him. Then, another sting came, less painful now. "Kunimitsu," he purred softly, in plea. His brain was a complete blank and his body was blazing with want. "Now," he panted, stealing the opportunity to breathe. "I – " Fuji's entire being ruptured, his heart halted pounding. He crammed in with the divine sensation of Tezuka inside him.
Tezuka went rigid. The lithe body arched gracefully against his, following the rhythm of his every push. "I…" he whispered, his voice was as shaky as his body. "Love you."
"I love you, too!" Fuji nearly yelled, his fingernails digging deep in Tezuka's skin as he was being pushed over the edge of sanity.
Feeling an upsurge of blood, fire and desire, Tezuka thrust further allowing himself to delve deep inside Fuji. "Syusuke!" he exclaimed as his eyes clouded. In one exhilarating second, he felt himself drown in the ocean of Fuji's core.
"Kuni – " Fuji choked on the rest of his beloved's name as stars exploded behind his eyes. All he knew was he was now bathed gloriously in Tezuka's love.
Clocks stopped ticking. Birds stopped chirping. With matching breaths, Tezuka and Fuji held each other and shared the glorious moment under the streaming moonlight. Lady Fate had them separated once, but she guided them back generously into each other's arms. Their beautiful bodies were now intertwined, molded perfectly together as their hearts beat as one.
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Was there ever a time when you fell in love with a person, but had to let go? When you thought you moved on, Lady Fate toys with you and makes you meet with that one person again. Other people, other loves may have come and gone through your life and yet you never forget the way that your heart used to leap or how your body used to tremble at the presence of that one person. Then, you realize that your love for him had always been there. That person is your constant. Simply put: he is your soul-mate, your one true love.
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a/n: See??? Tendency to romanticize is quite evident… well, if I didn't romanticize, I would be changing the flow of this fic… excuse me for a moment, I think all my neurons just died. -.-" Ur, flames, rotten tomatoes, hot viruses, atomic bombs, nuclear wastes are accepted so long as they come in the form of a review. Thank you.
-sniff- mou, tefu fics anyone? I can't seem to find any that I haven't read yet (or maybe I'm sad because I don't know of anyone who updates fast enough)… and –wails- I accidentally read a fujiryo –cringes- (sorry fujiryo fangirls) because I thought it would be a tefu… give me more tefu!!! Please don't give me a fujiryo of a tezuryo by mere whim, because I will die and then this fic will be discontinued… TEFU!!! Wah!!! Give me titles please… -begs- that would be for my sanity this coming school year… you could give me tefu authors, too. TEFU, pretty, pretty please? (I guess it becomes too bad when I read fast)…
Sumimasen – sorry
Megane – eyeglasses
Kami-sama – a Japanese god