Psh, homework or posting fanfiction? Um, fanfiction, dur.

Its the long awaited sequel to the last chapter! Whoooooo! So yeah, stuff is gonna happen, I can't tell you what except for that I was so determined to keep my T rating that I wrote it twice. Then I actually beta-tested it on my friends. So anway, thanks so much for continueing to review despite how busy you all must be! I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis, pass it on.

Happy Anniversary was what the tiny card on the table said. Oishi realized exactly what was so important about today, Tezuka and Fuji's anniversary. He hadn't forgotten in all the years since they had started going out - but the stress of recent events seemed to have made him forget. Oishi couldn't help but feel another pinch of guilt add to his rapidly growing pile. I am a horrible friend.

He sighed as he saw what was next to the card, a bouquet a roses no doubt his present for Fuji and Tezuka. This - of course - was exactly what he got for letting Eiji do whatever he wanted. There is no way I can give them this...

"And then they just leave me here." Oishi tugged at his shirt which was definitely too short and way too tight. He knew exactly what Eiji was trying to do and it was not going to work because Oishi would be so gone before Tezuka and Fuji could catch a glimpse of him. 'Trying it' was not and never going to be the answer to this kind of situation.

"These pants keep falling."

No, this was not going to work - even if he resisted it out of pure spite.

Oishi picked up the bouquet, admiring the vivid red of the roses. They were very beautiful and smelled really nice - but were totally inappropriate for his current problem. Giving flowers to two people who were in love with you usually indicated that you may be having some reciprocal feelings for them. Oishi would hate to give Tezuka and Fuji any false hope about this - though he didn't know if it would actually be false hope because he just didn't know.

Or maybe I know and just don't want to admit it. Oishi sighed as he walked across the room and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes, smelling the roses again. That is probably more likely than not my problem.

Oishi opened his eyes slowly as he heard the door open, suddenly aware of his physical situation. Oh crap, I cannot let them see me like this. So he did the first thing he could think of. He turned around and headed for the closest room, quickly shutting the door just before he heard the front door shut. As fate would have it - and fate seemed to hate him right now - he realized he had locked hidden himself in Tezuka and Fuji's room.

There had to be a limit on how much bad luck someone could have.

"He must be home by now."

Oishi nearly jumped as he heard Fuji's voice. He turned to the door again and froze, gripping the bouquet tightly in his hand. He looked down confused, then shook his head as he realized there were more pressing issues then why he was still holding those stupid roses. Slowly and quietly he backed away from the door - once again not paying attention - as he fell back when his legs hit the foot board of the bed. Oishi couldn't stop himself as he let out a loud - and incredibly girl - squeal as he fell back onto the bed.

"Oishi?"

He scooted back slowly, willing the door to magically lock itself and almost groaning as the door opened. Though Tezuka really didn't seem to notice at first, not even looking at the bed. Of course the minute Oishi moved Tezuka's eyes landed on him and then the roses and then back to Oishi again. His expression was unreadable, and he simply stared for a while as though he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing.

"Tezuka? What is it?" Fuji came up behind Tezuka and looked over his shoulder. He chuckled lightly and then pushed Tezuka into the room and slipped in himself before closing the door and leaning against it.

"Whatever either of you has to say - say it now." Fuji cast a smile in Oishi's direction before looking pointedly at Tezuka. Lets see what you really want.

"Syuuchiro, I - " Tezuka started, taking a step forward.

"Wait.." Oishi crawled to the foot of the bed and stretched out the roses toward Tezuka. He sat back as Tezuka took them, looking down at the bed as he spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't say it this morning, but - Happy Anniversary to both you and Fuji...um.."

"Syuuchiro, you - "

"And I haven't been very fair to both of you at all these last few weeks." Oishi continued quickly, knowing that if he didn't keep talking he would never be able to speak to them honestly again. "I guess..I am scared and no matter what I can't seem to give you a good answer. And I'm really confused because...with you I get really lonely and then I'm always cold, but -- "

And then Tezuka's mouth was on his, hot and desperate as though searching for something. Oishi's whole body seemed to heat up as Tezuka placed a hand on his cheek. Oishi's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away - he couldn't. His body seemed frozen - stuck between wanting and rejecting what was happening. As Tezuka pulled away, hand still on Oishi's cheek, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"What if we could make the cold go away?" Fuji said in his ear. Oishi breathed in sharply as he felt Fuji's fingers trailing lightly over his stomach. "You would never feel lonely ever again."

Oishi closed his eyes and pressed his lips together as he felt Fuji gently nibble at his earlobe. Tezuka's fingers gently slide over his eyelids and then his cheeks and then over his lips. Oishi could feel his heart pounding, he opened his mouth slightly wanting so badly to just give in. No! I don't want this, I can't want this, I can't. I won't let this happen. Oishi turned his face away from Tezuka, but didn't try to pull out of Fuji's grip. Whats wrong with me? I refuse to --

"Oishi -- Syuuchiro, look at me."

Slowly, as though he were still trying to resist, Oishi turned to look into Tezuka's eyes. He almost gasped, a shiver running down his spine. He would have never imagined anyone could look at him like that, purple eyes dark with wanting and need.

"Please." Oishi didn't know what he meant any more. His body seemed to respond on its own. He felt Fuji press his lips against Oishi's neck, nipping and kissing as Oishi tried not to squirm. Tezuka once more leaned forward to press his lips to Oishi's, this time longer and slower and he could feel his body trembling and his resolve cracking.

Coherent thoughts seemed to try and battle to be heard by his body. He didn't react as Fuji pulled his shirt off of one shoulder, gently biting at the sensative skin there. Did he really want to turn away from Tezuka? Tell Fuji to stop? Because he knew that if he said anything - anything at all - they would let him go. But instead he let himself be slowly lost in the mix of pleasure, fear and love that he could feel consuming him, threatening to overtake him.

I can't...I can't.. He thought weakly, somewhere far in the back of his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt one of Fuji's hands slip down the front of his pants. Oishi reached up to grip Tezuka's shoulder as he felt Fuji's hand moving around him. Oishi refused to make any noise, even as he felt Tezuka's hand moving under his shirt, gently rubbing his nipples, his mouth kissing along Oishi's jaw.

"Ah.." Oishi let a soft soft escape from his mouth as he reached his release, his nails digging into Tezuka's shoulder as the wave of pleasure spilled over him. His body trembled as he opened his eyes and then buried his face in Tezuka's neck. He wasn't sure what he was feeling or why that just happened, but he could feel the tears welling up - threatening to fall as he felt Fuji remove his hand. He felt Tezuka begin to rub his back soothingly, making the tears almost impossible to hold in. Why am I such a pathetic person?

"Syuuchiro, its okay." Fuji said softly as he put a hand on Oishi's shoulder. "Lay down, now - you should get some rest."

I don't think I'll be able to rest...now after I let myself.. Oishi didn't bother to resist as he felt himself being maneuvered under the covers. He turned over onto his stomach, wanting to muffle the sobs if he really did start crying. Oishi stiffened as he felt an arm thrown over his waist and a hand rubbing his back. Why does this feel...not wrong? If it was anybody but them... Oishi squeezed his eyes shut, curling into himself and never wanting to come out.

"We shouldn't have done that."

"Everything will be fine."

"But it shouldn't have happened like that."

"Stop talking and get some sleep."

"But what if he - "

"Please, it will be fine, so just rest."

Long important scene is long and important. Yeah, I won't make Oishi cry, he is more of a manly uke than one would expect. But seriously, we are getting down to the end guys and this has been a great journey. I'm gonna be away for a few days so I wanted to post this for you guys to enjoy for a bit. :)

Love much,

Tabis