DISCLAIMER: As always.
"But if the surprise involves you, on bed and naked, I doubt he'll ever pass the chance." - Yukimura
"Is this some kind of a joke?" Atobe asked, arching a brow as he threw back the plain, white envelope that Sanada handed him less than a minute ago.
Sanada looked at it and place it back on his vest pocket. "Tezuka personally wanted to talk to you about it, but you were out."
"So?"
"So I took the decency to get the letter and hand it to you on his behalf."
Atobe threw an annoyed look at his newly hired personal bodyguard, who also happened to be their school's student council vice-president. "Last time I checked, I never gave you the authority to handle anything other than my personal security."
"Well, excuse me if I consider Tezuka as a threat to your security, Atobe."
The diva's frown turned to a glare. "I accepted you in my house to do exactly as I say and-"
"And I'm just trying to do my job," Sanada cut him off. "And let's get things straight, Keigo Atobe. I never came to you. You came asking for my help. I need money, you pay well. It's business."
Atobe scoffed and looked away. True. He was the one who wanted to have Sanada on his side. One, because of the other's reputation at school. And two, is because of his relationship with Yukimura. As long as Sanada is with him, the witch will at least be on a tight leash.
"I assume you already know what that is all about?"
Sanada nodded. "An engagement party invitation."
"Then what are you still doing here?" Atobe eyed him in annoyance. "Bring out the limo. Ore-sama and Syusuke Fuji shall have a little chat."
"Suprised?"
Fuji gaped at the person standing on his doorstep. "Y-Yukimura-sensei...how did you-"
"My sister. She gave me your address."
Fuji slowly nodded, opening the door wider. "Well,..come in."
Yukimura didn't hesitate and marched inside the place like he owns it. He headed straight to the living room and comfortably sat himself down on the sofa.
"Ugh, so...what's with this sudden visit?"
"To inform you that I've made initial arrangements with few potential venues for your engagement. You just need to choose."
Fuji frowned and sat across the bluenette. "Ughm ...thanks? But shouldn't you be telling this first to Tezuka?"
"Yes...after I tell you."
"But-"
"This, is a good opportunity to make your move. You can surprise him before-"
"Tezuka doesn't seem like the person who likes surprises."
"He doesn't." Yukimura said. "But if the surprise involves you, on bed and naked, I doubt he'll ever pass the chance."
"Oh please..."
Yukimura gave him a hard look. "Quit being a baby."
"I'm not-"
"Then just give it a shot!" Yukimura exclaimed. "I'm in no position to make demands. But I really think intimacy is what you both need right now. And don't -" Yukimura held up a hand, warning Fuji to stop whatever he was about to say - "Don't you ever deny that you need it too. You're a perfectly, healthy adult, and it's natural."
"I...don't know what to do." Fuji admitted with a sigh.
"You want me to help you?"
"No!...No...I'll figure something out."
Just when Yukimura was about to say something, the doorbell sounded. Fuji frowned. "I'll get that. Just a minute."
A minute after, they found themselves in a sort of awkward-slash-suffocating silence with their unwanted visitor no other than the ever popular diva, Keigo Atobe. And to both Fuji and Yukimura's utter surprise, Sanada.
"Can I get you something?"
Atobe rolled his eyes. "Oh please, I don't drink-"
"I'm not asking you, Atobe." Fuji cut him off in sarcasm. He looked at Sanada's direction.
"I'm good. Don't bother," the stoic student council officer said. Fuji noticed how he was trying NOT to look at Yukimura's direction who on the other hand has started emitting some dark, ominous aura for something Fuji could only associate with jealousy.
"So.." Atobe started, as he tried to comfortably settle himself on the sofa, crossing his leg and looking across his now considered nemesis with an arrogant look. "Shall you enlighten me with this preposterous, idiotic, pea-brained idea that you forced Tezuka into?"
Fuji leaned back, fighting Atobe's arrogant stance with indifference. "The only person who's forcing something on somebody is you, Atobe. And if you came here to verify whether the invitation is real, then yes. Tezuka and I are getting engaged, and we're inviting you because we know that even if we don't, you'll still invite yourself in"
"How dare you-"
"No. How dare you!" Fuji yelled. Sanada cleared his throat and Fuji exhaled sharply. "Get out," Fuji commanded.
"What?!" Atobe snapped in disbelief, angry and annoyed for receiving such insult.
"Let's go, Atobe," said Sanada, grabbing his boss arm, which the other immediately pulled away.
"Ore-sama is not done with you, insolent peasant!" And with that, he marched out, followed by Sanada who bowed in apology to Fuji.
Minutes after the two left, Fuji buried his face on his hands. "Sanada's working for Atobe? Seriously?" He looked at Yukimura for answer, but when he saw the blank expression on the other's face, he felt suddenly out of line. The Humanities professor obviously didn't know about it as well.
They enjoyed few more minutes of silence before Yukimura bid him goodbye.
"I - I can explai-..Yuki..stop-"
And Sanada did stop talking. Only to be replaced by his hard breathing and groans as Yukimura mercilessly took his breath away with kisses and bites to his lips, neck, chest...
"I was...planning to tell you," Sanada managed when Yukimura finally stopped french kissing him in favor of sucking his earlobe.
"When?"
Sanada swallowed. He's having the most difficult time concentrating with Yukimura's mouth and hands all over his body. Not to mention the fact that the bluenette had somehow managed to handcuff his hands against the headboard. As to where the other got hold of handcuffs, he didn't know. What he's most concerned off right now is how he can stop the close to unbearable teasing that Yukimura's obviously doing on him.
"I need the job."
And as if that sentence was enough to explain everything, Yukimura stopped, pulling away from Sanada.
"Acting as Atobe's bodyguard was the part-time job I was telling you about. It wasn't-"
"I know," Yukimura sighed, grabbing a key from the bedside table and uncuffing his boyfriend. "And I know without you, telling me that the pay is high. Maybe higher than my own pay grade. So don't worry because I'm not asking you to drop it."
Sanada shifted on bed. "I'm sorry if -"
"No. Don't be," He stood up and quickly dressed. "I'll be busy for a couple of days. I'll...call you."
"Seiichi..."
Yukimura grabbed his things and gave Sanada a quick kiss on the lips. "Sleep well."
And then he left.
"Wow..." Shiraishi muttered, wide eyes glued at his friend. He glanced at the envelop on his hand and looked back at Fuji. "Engaged?...It's pretty sudden."
"I know. And it is. But there are reasons. I just...you're invited okay?"
"Yeah...sure..I'll be there."
Fuji hesitated but decided that if he wants to do something, Shiraishi's the best guy who can give him something valuable. He waited for the other to finish changing after their practice and went home together with him.
"So...what is it that you want to ask?"
The blue-eyed boy cleared his throat. "You've tried...dating a guy before, right?"
Shiraishi nodded.
"So ugh...about the stuff you do...I mean-"
"You want to know if I tried having sex with a guy?"
Fuji blushed at the blunt and shameless way on how his friend said it. But yes, that was
what he wanted to know. "Yeah."
"I did."
"And?"
Shiraishi looked at him. "So Tezuka-sensei doesn't have the guts to do it just yet, huh?"
Fuji elbowed him, earning him a glare from his friend.
"Fine. But before we talk about sex, why don't we grab a quick bite?"
SY: I know...late updates. Yeah. But I WILL update.