Disclaimer: same same.

Rating: soft R.

Setting: Seigaku days

Summary: Consider it a ward-off-Mizuki charm.

Word Count: 529

Of Beds and Plans.

"Fuji, why are we in Yuuta's room?"

"Yuuta-kun won't mind," replied Fuji with a sly glint in his eyes. He smiled innocently at Tezuka over his shoulder.

Tezuka wasn't fooled; Fuji was definitely up to something.

Of the many expressions of Fuji Tezuka had witnessed over the years, he had only been able to decipher less than half a dozen of them. Surprisingly, Fuji was as much of an enigma now as he was almost a decade ago, when they first met in elementary school.

But the look Fuji wore right now…

That was one he recognized.

It was the same one that crept over the tensai's face right before he swooped onto Tezuka's length and proceeded to erase any ounce of common sense or train of thought Tezuka possessed. And then, while Tezuka was too busy gasping for breath, Fuji would retract his mouth and murmur a plea to cancel morning practice next week or to visit a remote beach for the weekend.

Whenever Atobe came over to talk in private with Tezuka, Fuji would wear that expression all day, and inevitably, Atobe would leave an hour earlier than planned due to unfortunate but always unexplainable mishaps in the clubroom.

Fuji was plotting. And Tezuka suspected it had something to do with the fact that Mizuki would be arriving in a few hours to stay the night with Yuuta. Just a day ago, when Fuji had asked permission to sleep over at the Tezuka residence, Yuuta had jumped at the chance to invite Mizuki for a dinner without the usual disruptions from his aniki. In a matter of minutes, the dinner request had turned into a sleepover, and Tezuka knew Fuji was less than pleased with the way things had turned out.

Tugging at Tezuka's hand, Fuji pulled him over to Yuuta's bed.

"I refuse to take part in your schem—"

Without warning, Fuji pushed him over and crawled on top of him. Tezuka opened his mouth to protest, but Fuji easily silenced him by grinding their hips together. Leaning down, he gently brushed his lips against Tezuka's.

"My schemes?" Fuji whispered quietly. "What if I told you they involved… this?" He slid a slender hand into Tezuka's pants.

Letting out a quiet moan, Tezuka snaked an arm around Fuji and pulled him closer.

Fuji smiled in triumph as his pants were tugged off, but frowned as he was rolled onto his back. "Wait, move more to the right."

Tezuka raised an eyebrow.

Eyes crinkling back into their half-moons, Fuji ran a finger down Tezuka's hip. "This bed is big enough for two people. So…"

Tezuka didn't like how Fuji's voice remained so steady and calm; he must be doing something wrong.

Calloused fingers probed at Fuji's entrance, and Tezuka was pleased to see Fuji gasp and bury his face into Tezuka's neck.

"You don't want Mizuki to sleep next to Yuuta."

Fuji nibbled on Tezuka's earlobe. "Exactly."

Tezuka, panting and gasping, busied himself with removing Fuji's shirt while he waited for Fuji to continue.

"Yuuta-kun… only sleeps on the left." He caught Tezuka's hand and held it still. "So I thought we'd christen the right."

---owari---