Gomen yukitenshi!

I already wrote this one when I've read your review...

(anyway...I guess I still wouldn't change my mind even if I read it prior to writing this...well..you see...uhmmm...Let's just read it, alright?)

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Tennis No Ouji-sama isn't mine!

"Hey…"

"Hey…"

Yukimura raised a brow in question and glanced at Tezuka's empty desk before looking back at the spectacled guy.

"Where are the print outs?" he asked almost in amusement knowing that Tezuka hadn't printed any.

Tezuka made a sideway glance and frowned. "No..I was…I'll be printing it now."

Yukimura sighed and nodded. He knew Tezuka would do it. He was just a bit worried if he'd make it on time. Right now though, he knew it wouldn't matter. He just needs to call their publisher to inform them of the possible delay of submission

"20 minutes." he said before walking away.

Tezuka slammed his head back . He shouldn't be doubting his feelings right now. He said it before. He loves Fuji, and he means it. The reason of this self-doubt was no more than the fact that Fuji did a mistake and that he's having a hard time accepting it.

He shook his head and went on with his task.

'No. Fuji, relax…everything's fine. Tezuka was just tired. He'd talk to you tomorrow, and there's definitely nothing going on with him and that Yukimura guy. Don't panic…'

Fuji has been saying this to himself for a couple of times now, but he knew he was just fooling himself because none of his self assurances was actually working. In fact, it was doing the exact opposite. The more he thought of it, the more he feels worried.

He started pacing back and forth around his room, ignoring the fact that his phone has been ringing for quite a while now. There's no need to answer it anyway. He had all the idea who it was.

The second his phone once again rang, he angrily grabbed and threw it at a corner of his room, where it landed with a loud clatter, as its battery flew out of its case. Leanne had to save the lecture for tomorrow. Right now, he doesn't need any of her divine words.

God. He could go crazy if this goes on. Fuji gripped his hair with his hand and sighed. He's going back to Tezuka's place.

"Thanks. I…I know you called the publisher for an extension. That's just…."

"Don't say it. It's my job, you know. And it's not the first time that I did that. You seemed to have the habit of delaying your works, and they're-"

"Look, I'm sorry. I know it's not easy..I just-"

"No Tezuka, you listen. You delay your works. But those same works are the one who sell best, and that's what really matters. They wouldn't have given in if they knew your writing crap." Yukimura said with a knowing smile.

Tezuka nodded and smiled as well. Things could go difficult at times, but at the end of the day, when everything's done, they always end up with a smile. Perhaps it's one of the graces of writing as well.

"So…shall we have dinner then?" Tezuka offered.

Yukimura rolled his eyes. "Acting as gentleman as ever…..Don't you have…any other….you know, sort of…good offer other than a dinner, because…..I'm not hungry…at least not yet.."

The novelist cleared his throat and eyed him in question.

"Are you?...What is this, Yuki?" he said, failing to hide the smile that crept on his face. God, he even didn't know why the hell he was smiling.

Yukimura sighed in resignation. "No nothing. Fine. Let's eat dinner. Is Italian good?"

Tezuka nodded, yet found his way pulling Yukimura's arm. "What do you want?" he found himself asking. When his editor locked his gaze on him, Tezuka immediately regretted why he even asked. He was surely walking on a dangerous path in here.

An awkward moment of silence passed before Yukimura faced him. "Kiss me." he whispered, loud enough for Tezuka to hear.

Tezuka was debating whether or not he heard his editor right. Theoretically, Yukimura had the reason to ask for what he just said. But still, it was way unexpected. When he didn't do anything, the bluenette just smiled and pulled his arm away from his hold.

"I was just kidding. C'mon let's eat."

Tezuka once again pulled Yukimura's arm. This time, he was intent on proving things his own way.

"Were you?"

Yukimura tilted his head sideways, gauging the meaning of what Tezuka asked. "What?"

Without another word, Tezuka leaned closer and pecked a kiss on Yukimura's lips. "I want to know if you were indeed not serious about what you asked for." he said right after.

Yukimura opened his mouth to say something, but found himself at a loss of words. He instead looked away and once pulled his arm, but Tezuka wouldn't let go.

"Yuki,…."

The bluenette closed his eyes and shook his head. "Fine. Yes I was serious. I want you to kiss me because I was curious, and I thought that would-"

The seering kiss the cut off his words immediately ignited the flame that has long been kept inside Yukimura's heart. He could feel the intensity of the wild banging of his heart against his chest as Tezuka pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.

They parted when they both needed air, and Yukimura couldn't fought the urge to lean his forehead against Tezuka's, his hands on the other guy's shoulders for leverage.

"Look…" he started, still catching his breath. "I'm sorry…but I love you. I'm not asking you to love me back, because I know you couldn't. At least not on the present circumstance, but…just….let me stay….by your side, okay?..because I couldn't-"

Tezuka once again kissed him. This time, gently and carefully as if telling him that he understands. Maybe he really does.

"I'm sorry.." Tezuka whispered, and Yukimura fought hard not to falter as the sudden rise of emotion threatened to snap within him anytime. He was the one who asked for this. He should bear the consequences, and live with it.

"You knew…"

Tezuka slowly nodded. Yukimura gave out a bitter smile and swallowed hard. So Tezuka knew how he felt after all. He finally pulled himself away and smiled, a real one.

"You're sharp. Anyway, let's eat. I need it now."

When Tezuka didn't respond, Yukimura turned his back and headed to the kitchen.

"I promise." he heard Tezuka say, which stopped him from his tracks.

"…..I promise not to hurt you Yuki…please give me some time….I also want to sort everything out…I don't want it to end like this."

Yukimura turned and faced him.

"Of course. I'll just be here. Just tell me if you're ready."

Tezuka nodded and pursed his lips. For all those years that they've been together, he couldn't understand why he haven't fallen for Yukimura yet. But right now, he knew why. And he wouldn't make another mistake again.

Leanne impatiently tapped her fingers against her desk. Fuji wasn't answering his calls. Yukimura was busy on something steamy for the night, and Tezuka's number couldn't be reached. Whatever was going on, it's way worse than the end of the world itself. She hated it when nobody pays attention to him. Very Tezuka-like.

He once again dialed Yukimura's number and got an answer on the third ring. An unexpected one though.

"Tezuka?" she asked in disbelief, even though she knew there's nothing weird about Tezuka being with Yukimura, considering the fact that they work together.

"Leanne…"

"I need to talk to Seiichi..Is he there?"

"Yeah…uhm…in the bathroom…"

Leanne bit her lower lip when a thought suddenly popped out her mind. Yukimura couldn't possibly mean Tezuka when he called earlier, could he?

"I see…"

On the background, Leanne could hear the soft rustle of flowing water and she had to restrain herself from asking if Tezuka was with her friend. A part of her wished he was. He inwardly grinned. She's such a mean, and rude person.

"Seiichi's a virgin, so if you plan on doing something, please be gentle, okay?"

And then she hang up.

Tezuka stared wide eyed on the phone on his hand just in time to catch his editor who had just finished washing some dishes.

"Who was that?"

"Leanne…"

Yukimura looked away, the thought of what Leanne said when he called him earlier made him feel warm. He hoped Tezuka didn't notice his slight blush.

Later that evening, Tezuka would find himself unable to sleep, thinking of Yukimura's supple body against his, and the way on how that petite figure would arch against his touches. He was condemning himself for such dirty thoughts, but couldn't come to get rid any of it. He blamed it for the cold atmosphere that was lingering in between him and Fuji. He couldn't remember the last time they had sex, and the sexual tension that was building up in him is close to unbearable. Perhaps the tension and stress are doing this to him.

Or perhaps it's just Yukimura's natural effect on people. He didn't know.

And there's only one thing to find out.

Yukimura laid wide awake on bed. Not that he's not used to sleeping at a different bed in a different house. The thought of Tezuka was enough of a reason for him to stay awake. Plus the fact that Leanne had suggested such a sinful yet undeniably interesting thing earlier.

He shifted on bed and laid on his side. When he first realized that he felt something more for Tezuka, he never entertained the thought of having any sexual relationship with the other guy, knowing that it's only going to hurt them both. Yukimura was selfish by nature, and he doesn't want to indulge himself into something which will only give him temporary pleasure. Although he appreciates changes and variations, personal relationships have always been an exception.

A knock on the door zapped him back to reality. He went and answered the door, where Tezuka's figure, disheveled hair and half-lidded eyes welcomed him with amusement.

"Are you…okay?" he asked. Yukimura didn't fail to notice the other guy's shirt which was half undone and the absence of his glasses which strangely has the effect of hiding his thoughts.

The bluenette opened the door wide and let Tezuka in.

"I can't sleep." Tezuka said as he slammed himself down on Yukimura's supposed bed.

Yukimura followed him but chose to sit at the edge of the bed. He examined Tezuka's figure and silently admired his beauty.

"Do I look like someone who can help?" he asked with a smile.

Tezuka glanced at his direction.

"You can kill me right after, but I want to do something with you now."

Yukimura frowned.

Tezuka stared.

The blue-haired guy snickered, grabbed the pillow within his reach and throw it hard on Tezuka's face.

"You're impossible."

"I'm serious."

"Of course you are."

"Look…I want to do this."

"Only because Fuji can't do it, and you're so damn horny." Yukimura said with a mocking smile.

Tezuka sighed. What was he thinking? Using his editor to get rid of his horny hormones? He was being unfair. He should be grateful he's still alive after what he dared to say.

"You know I'm not being myself."

"Uhuh. That always happens every after you finished a novel. You act differently. Don't worry. No offense."

Silence.

"Fine. If we have sex,…we'll have to agree that no one's going to mention it first thing tomorrow. We'll have to live it like this never happened, and forget this….one night stand whatever.." Yukimura said, unable to face Tezuka.

Tezuka need not to consider what Yukimura said. He said it. He was not thinking straight. And he thought that even if Yukimura didn't agree, he would've have done something to make him change his mind.

"Deal."

Author's Note:

Perhaps I'm the one who was not thinking straight when I wrote this. You see…I was kind of interested with this YukiTezu pair, and I just thought it would be good to do something cool between them..

(I know this is supposed to be a Fuji Tezuka story…but yes..let's not close the doors to future possibilities…)

Good luck!