DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own any of the gorgeous guys in Prince of Tennis

"He knows how to use his hands well. I assume I have you, to thank for that." - Atobe

"Is she ugh...that picky?" Fuji muttered uncomfortably on his seat. Tezuka and he were currently at a local restaurant few blocks away from the professor's flat. They are scheduled to meet the latter's mom, and judging from Tezuka's own fidgety demeanor, Fuji could only guess that the woman they are about to meet might not be someone whom you can easily deal with.

Tezuka glanced at his wrist watch and then to the entrance of the restaurant. "She's here."

Fuji turned and followed his boyfriend's gaze which then landed to a woman wearing casual, faded jeans and black shirt. Her eyes searched the place before it went to their direction and Fuji almost choked.

"Is that your mom?" He asked, not taking off his stare at the woman who started walking to their direction.

"Yes."

Fuji looked hard at Tezuka, almost accusingly. "Damn it. Your mom's a supermodel?"

"T-There...harder..."

Sanada frowned. Yes Atobe pays good. Yes, being his bodyguard wasn't that difficult. But he accepted the job on the condition that his duties will be limited to protecting the diva from any threat. Nothing physical. Nothing like...this.

Atobe moaned and gave him that arrogant, victorious smile. "Who would have thought you're good at this line of work?"

"This will never happen again," Sanada retorted, as he brought a hand to Atobe's waist, kneading it hard.

"Hmm...we'll see about that.."

And then Sanada's phone rang. He got off the bed and grabbed his phone. Atobe glared.

"I'll need to take this."

"Is that the witch?"

It was Sanada's time to glare as he answered the caller. "Seiichi? What is it?"

"I'm free this evening. If you don't have anything to do, we can have dinner at my place," came Yukimura's ever soft and lovely voice.

Sanada couldn't fight the blush that crept on his face. It's not all the time that Yukimura invites him in. He could recall two or three times. And those encounters always involved hours of mind-blowing sex. They hardly see each other ever since he started his job at Atobe's place and the idea of sharing moments of intimacy with his lover couldn't be more welcome.

"S-sure...I'll be there. Is 7 o'clock fine?"

"Yeah, that's great.."

Atobe, who's never used to being ignored propped himself up on bed and snaked an arm around Sanada's waist, leaning closer and sucking the other's earlobe. He felt the other tensed.

"Sanada? Are you all right?" Yukimura asked, suddenly curious at the almost inaudible yelp that he heard from the other line.

"Yes Yuki, I'm- stop it Ato- I'm fine Seiichi."

Yukimura fell silent. He wasn't paranoid. And he knew that the groan he just heard from the other line is not a product of paranoia. Nor does that voice belong to his lover.

"Where are you Genichirou?" he asked, his voice dropping low.

"I'm...I'm working. I'll call you when-"

Sanada failed to finish speaking when Atobe grabbed his phone, jumping off the bed and padding towards the bathroom where he locked himself in. Sanada followed after, banging the door and asking him to open it. The diva just smirked and brought the phone to his ears.

"I'm afraid you've chosen the wrong time to call your boyfriend, Yukimura-sensei.." Atobe greeted, dragging the honorifics in an attempt to sound sarcastic. He never treated the other as someone who can mentor him. If any, the Humanities professor is someone he despised.

The other line remained silent and Atobe savored the image of a pissed off Yukimura on his mind. He'd pay thousands to see that look in person.

"Give him back the phone," ordered Seiichi.

"Oh? Aren't you going to ask me what Sanada's doing in my room?"

"I'm not interested."

Atobe grinned. "He knows how to use his hands well. I assume I have you to thank for that."

"If you ever lay a hand-"

"Ore-sama is not laying a hand on anybody. And correction, it's your Genichirou who's doing the touching so if there's-" Atobe looked at the phone when he heard the beeping sound. Yukimura hung up. He smirked and opened the door, frowning at his now empty bed.

"Hi Syusuke so...you're dating my son?"

Fuji blushed, suddenly too self conscious under the stares of the beautiful woman seated across him. When Tezuka invited him for this meeting, he was expecting a pretty woman on her 50-ish. What he never saw coming was for a popular model to be the mother of his boyfriend. Ayana Tezuka might already be thirty-eight but she could easily pass as twenty-five. Which is exactly why she remains on top of her league in the modeling industry. Last time he checked, Ayana became the official endorser of the biggest smartphone company in Japan.

"Yeah...I know this is really too much to digest, but yes. We're dating."

"And...you're getting engaged?"

"Yes."

Ayana darted a look to his son who chose to remain silent and then back to Fuji. "You know, Kunimitsu never told me anything about this. So you must understand that I'm not...that I can't just immediately say yes to this engagement."

Fuji draw in a deep breath and nodded.

"But," Ayana started "I happen to also have a very strong trust on my son. So if he has decided on this, I'll have to assume he's done enough consideration on everything. Isn't that right?"

Tezuka looked at his mother. "Yes, mom. I did."

Ayana nodded. "When's the engagement?"

"Two weeks from now."

Ayana frowned. "That soon?"

Fuji felt awkward. Despite the moderate attitude Tezuka's mother is showing him, he was also aware that she's not particularly in favor of this whole set-up. He wasn't even sure if the woman likes the idea of her only son dating another guy. His face might have been obviously worried for he felt Tezuka's hand grip his own.

"Mom, I know you're busy. But I hope you can come."

Ayana gave his son a small smile. "We'll see. I'll be in Belgium for the succeeding weeks.." A hesitation. "But I'll try to come. And thanks for the Gundam collectibles. They're glorious!"

"Seiichi..."

Yukimura glared, pushing Sanada down on bed. "Not another word."

"But I want to-"

The rest of Sanada's words were swallowed by Yukimura's lips, capturing his own in a forceful, - angry manner. He immediately went out of Atobe's mansion after that call in hopes that he could explain himself before a terrible misunderstanding once again occur. The student council vice-president may be seen by many as insensitive, but he knew Yukimura best. The bluenette easily gets jealous. And when he does, it could take weeks, even months of patience and celibacy before you can get the other to talk to you again. And Sanada just couldn't bear waiting that long. Not again.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, when Seiichi finally pulled away to catch his breath. "I just don't want you getting the wrong idea that I'm-"

"I know..." Yukimura said, tracing a finger to Sanada's lips. "I know."

"You're not angry?"

Yukimura shook his head. "But I'll be if you don't get naked. Now."

Sanada blushed. "What about dinner?"

The bluenette leaned down, so that their faces are only few millimeters away. He brought a hand down to unbuckle Sanada's belt and slid his hand in, groping his boyfriend's erection. "You still want dinner?" he teased.

Sanada replied with a defeated groan as he pulled Yukimura and pinned him down, reversing their position. "Yes. Later."

Yukimura smirked.

"Do you think she's fine with this?" Fuji asked. They were back at Tezuka's place finalizing few details for their upcoming engagement. "She might see your gift as a sort of bribe.."

"She's a Gundam fan."

"What if she doesn't agree?"

Tezuka moved beside him on the couch and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I don't care."

Fuji sighed, bringing out his phone. He remembered Yukimura asking him to drop a call as soon as he's free. Plus, he wants to talk about something the other is sure to know about judging from his obvious great relationship with his boyfriend.

"Yukimura-sensei..."

"F-Fuji? Hey...what -oh god..."

Fuji frowned at his phone. Did Yukimura just moan? "Ughm...about what you said before..." Fuji trailed off as the series of moans and groans assaulted his ears. He blushed at the realization of what was going on and opted to end the call but not quick enough before Tezuka snatched it away. Apparently, he was a bit too curious on who was on the other line to make his boyfriend blush that way.

"Tezuka wait, don't..." He blushed even more when Tezuka brought the phone to his ears.

Seconds after, the professor ended the call. "Seems like they're having fun."

Fuji fought off the blush on his face. Actually, he felt so stupid for his own reaction. But who can blame him? The way Yukimura sounded seemed like he was having a really good time back there. He can't help but wonder if he will feel the same the moment Tezuka-

"Syusuke, I know you've been wondering, but yes. I'm thinking about it too. I mean sex."

Fuji gaped, eyes widening and face turning redder. "What are you-"

"So if you want to do it...just...tell me."

What the hell? Fuji slammed himself down on the couch and buried his face on his hands. Can this situation be more awkward? "Are we seriously talking about this now?"

Tezuka settled beside him. "Just saying."

The blue-eyed boy raised his head and turned to his boyfriend. "After the engagement party," he said, still blushing.

Tezuka leaned closer and kissed him softly on the lips. "Noted."

SY: Sounds like a good plan, Fuji. Way to go.

(Yukimura and Sanada almost made me forget that this is a rated T story and not M. Tarundarou!)