"You are my business." - Atobe

"Keigo-kun..." Ayana muttered, slight surprise evident on her beautiful face at the unexpected visitor.

"You're lovely as ever, Ayana-san. If you don't mind, I'd like to step inside and have a little talk with Kunimitsu."

Ayana stayed at her position, blocking the main door of her son's condo unit. She hesitated for a few seconds before stepping aside and inviting the visitor in. "Would you like to have something?"

"Oh no. I'm fine. Thanks." Atobe then comfortably settled on the couch, crossing his leg and gesturing Ayana to join him as if he's the host. "Is Kunimitsu busy?"

"Oh...about that.." Tezuka's mother gestured with her hand, indicating his son's bedroom. "He's...rather preoccupied right now. With a guest."

"A guest." Atobe confirmed eyeing the woman carefully.

Ayana nodded and fought Atobe's stare. They knew each other merely out of formality, and the time they've actually talked can be counted in one hand. But Ayana knew very well what Atobe's up to. She may not be the perfect mom who stays by her son all throughout the years of his growth, but she's a mom, nevertheless. An intelligent, cunning mom who cares for her son. The Atobe heir knew that very well, which is exactly why he tries to stay out of the way when the Tezuka matron is around. Not that he was afraid. He just doesn't like the feeling he gets every timed they crossed paths. It always felt like he's being watched - in the shadows. Atobe hated that.

"Well, in that case I guess I'll have to wait."

Atobe? Will wait? You got to be kidding.

"Or, I can deliver him a message for you." Ayana muttered with a smile.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'd rather wait. Which reminds me.." Atobe said, leaning back. "I heard you didn't come to Kunimitsu's engagement. Should I take that as an aversion to his unspeakable relationship with Fuji?"

"Aversion?" the woman replied in surprise. "No. I mean, it's surprising, yes. But I was in Belgium. I couldn't make it in time."

"So you agree with this relationship?"

Ayana cast the young heir with a curious look. "Is that jealousy I'm hearing, Keigo-kun?"

Atobe shot her a look as if offended. "Jealous? To Fuji? Ayana-san, you of all people should know that ore-sama doesn't have any reason to be jealous of anybody. I have everything!"

The woman cleared her throat. "Everything except my son."

Atobe was taken aback with the direct retort. He felt the sudden rise of heat on his face as he tried to regain his composure. This is exactly why he didn't like her. She's cunning - always catches you by surprise. It's as if you were playing on her hands all this time. Worse, she makes it sound so natural that anyone wouldn't suspect it as mockery. But Atobe felt mocked. And he hated it.

"With all due respect, Ayana-san. Ore-sama is just trying to be generous with Kunimitsu out of pure respect. He should be thankful!"

"If that's all you wanted, then I thank you very much for the generosity, Keigo," came Tezuka's baritone voice as he leaned tall - and half naked at the wooden railing just outside his room. His hair is still wet, and a white towel hanging on his neck. His glasses were off, making him look younger and hotter. His homely appearance brought a serene smile to his mother's lips.

Atobe, for a moment, looked stunned, apparently not used to seeing his self-proclaimed soulmate so unguarded. He cleared his throat and was about to say something when Fuji suddenly emerged behind the professor, wearing nothing more than Tezuka's own long-sleeved shirt. It's size was obviously bigger judging from how the piece of cloth loosely hang down to Fuji's mid-thigh. Atobe felt his high blood pressure going up and was ready to grab the nearest globe figurine and throw it at his nemesis if Ayana wasn't quick on breaking the tension.

"Syusuke-kun!" She beamed, standing up on her feet with a clap of a hand. "I'd like to show you something, if you have a minute," she said, gesturing Fuji to head at the next room beside Tezuka's. The blue-eyed boy gave her a smile and darted a sharp glare at Atobe's direction. He squeezed his fiancee's hand tight and started for the other room, Ayana, climbing up the stairs to follow.

Tezuka waited for the two to vanish inside the guest room before he slowly marched down the stairs. By the time he reached the floor, Atobe was already seated back, now with his renewed arrogance.

"I see that you finally threw away all the decency in this house and brought that person home,"

The former professor, who is used to his friend's attitude, just sat across him, unmindful of how the mid-level air conditioning was sending chills to his half-naked form. "And may I remind you that my home's affair is none of your business."

Atobe threw him an irritated glare. Tezuka raised a brow. "But then again, you like sticking your head into my business, so again, I'll let this pass. But this will be the last, Keigo. Do you hear me?"

"Crystal. But I hate to disappoint you since-"

"Keigo.." Tezuka said, in a tone that said argument is not an option. "Stop."

Atobe smirked. "First, you tell me to mind my own business. Then you're ordering me to stop. You sure have become a lot more confident now to order ore-sama around, Kunimitsu. That's admirable."

"I'm serious."

"So am I. And just so we're clear, I do mind my own business," he paused for added emphasis on his words before leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. "You are my business."

Tezuka stared at his friend. He had know the sole heir of the Atobe conglomerate since childhood. He was aware of his whims and has managed to keep up with it ever since. While the other guy is the best definition of narcissism, he has never done something to offend Tezuka. Not until Fuji's entry in his life. How he managed to let the Tezuka Angel exist as well as its website, he didn't know. He just thought that it would be a completely waste of time talking Atobe out of it. He knew the other will never shut down the site. But when he learned about how his friend used the online portal to scatter detrimental gossips about him, namely his date with Seira as what Fuji asked him about earlier, Tezuka thought it's time for Atobe to stop.

"You're a good friend, Keigo. But if you don't stop, I'm afraid I can't continue tolerating you."

"And what will you do?" Atobe challenged. "Ignore me? C'mon. It would take more than kidnapping and locking me inside a dungeon to totally get away from me."

"Leave us alone, Atobe. And this isn't a threat, okay?" Tezuka draw a deep breath. "I won't let you harm, Syusuke, or anyone close to him for that matter. I mean it."

Atobe stood speechless. The last time he had this kind of talk with his soulmate was during their middle high school years. It was when Atobe relentlessly bullied a girl in Tezuka's class who happens to be the student council secretary as well. He suspected her of harboring special affection to his friend more than what her job in the council required and it pissed the Atobe. The bullying went on until Tezuka learned about it and confronted him. The image of how Tezuka looked at him with full resentment as if he's rejecting his presence lay fresh on his memory. Even if he wanted to forget the encounter, he can't.

"You like that prick that much?"

Tezuka frowned at the reference but let it pass. "I love him, Keigo. And don't ask me why or how, because I can't give an answer that will satisfy you. I get it. You don't like Syusuke. But if you value our friendship, you'll respect me. And the best way to show it is to leave us alone."

Atobe thought that was the longest line Tezuka has ever told him. But that doesn't matter. He felt betrayed. With head held high, he stood up on his feet and cast Tezuka a blank look. "Fine. You win, " he said while straightening his slightly crumpled suit. "But don't ever expect me to agree. I can't. And about Seira-"

"I can handle Seira, just-" the former professor stopped talking when Atobe raised a finger.

"Her child isn't yours," Atobe said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Tezuka frowned.

"I have highly reliable sources more than our local hospitals. I ordered to run some tests and got the result this morning."

"But who's the father?"

Atobe snickered. "Walk the talk, Kunimitsu. You just told me to mind my own business. You mind yours."

Tezuka cleared his throat. The diva started for the door but not before his friend could grab his wrist. "Thanks, Keigo. For informing me."

Atobe refused to blush, though a visible shade of red managed to crept on his cheeks. "I didn't come here to tell you about it. I just remembered."

Tezuka didn't argue anymore. He draped an arm around his friend and accompanied him to the door. "See you at school."

Atobe shrugged his arm off as his own hand found its way to the towel on his friend's neck, pulling it closer along with Tezuka's face. He traced a thumb on the latter's lips. "You're as stubborn as ever. Really, really, stubborn,"

Tezuka pulled away before Atobe can think of kissing him out of pure whim. "Go home, Keigo."

Tezuka waited for Atobe's limo to drive away before heading back to his room. He half-expected Fuji to be at his mother's room so he went straight to the bathroom to grab his remaining clothes. What welcomed him though was the sigh of his fiancee - fully naked and wet from the warm shower. Fuji's eyes were closed, as if savoring the comfortable touch of water against his skin. In reality, the blue-eyed boy was fully aware of Tezuka's presence. He knew the other was staring at him, and he loved it. He stayed like that for a full minute before he heard the sharp sigh from the other.

"Until when do you plan on staying there, Syusuke?"

Fuji smiled and opened his eyes, turning his head to look at his fiancee. "Until you decide to snatch and bring me back to bed."

Tezuka raised a brow in slight amusement. "Is that so?"

Fuji chuckled, turn off the shower and got out of it. He grabbed a towel and handed it to his fiancee. "Dry me up."

Tezuka snickered and grabbed the towel without breaking eye-contact. He pulled Fuji close and started to gently ruffle his hair with the cloth. He then went on drying his neck, shoulders, chest, torso...and then Fuji moaned, pulling him to a kiss. The former professor smiled in between kisses but pulled away. Fuji looked at him. "What?"

"Don't tempt me."

"Am I?"

Tezuka pushed the towel back to Fuji's hand. "I'm a minute closer to losing it, but I badly need to rest. I have a 7 o'clock class tomorrow morning. I'm dying to go to bed."

"Without me?"

"Syusuke...not another word," Tezuka warned with a smile, retreating back to his bedroom. Even if he's denying it, he knew that he lost. He lost the very minute he started staring at his fiancee. Fuji has always been his personal aphrodisiac and he learned early in their relationship that when it comes to his former student, he just can't seem to get enough. Now isn't an exception. But he's a psychologist by profession and his interest on the craft urged him to play 'hard-to-get' and see how his fiancee would react to certain situations he set. Unfortunately, by the way he's currently reacting himself, it seemed like he wouldn't have much time to observe and study.

"What did my mother show you?" he asked, changing the subject and ignoring his hard-on.

Fuji lazily followed him and continued drying his hair. He never cared on putting on some clothes. He's more interested by how Tezuka was surreptitiously stealing glances at his direction despite the upfront display of feigned rejection earlier. Really, spending time with his former mentor made Fuji more observant as well. For the past few days, he found himself observing Tezuka's behavioral patterns just like what Yukimura had implied before. True. It was fascinating.

"Your childhood photos."

Tezuka frowned. "Really?"

"Yup. I'm glad she did. I bet you wouldn't voluntarily show it to me even if I ask," Fuji said, dropping the towel and walking closer to his fiancee who was seated at the opposite corner of the bed and looking for something at his bedside drawer. Tezuka pulled one drawer open. Fuji kicked it back close.

"What are you doing?" Tezuka asked, trying not to laugh at the silly situation they're in.

"Seducing a rock."

So much with psychology. Tezuka pulled Fuji close, which the latter willingly obliged, automatically straddling him. "I'm so going to be late tomorrow," Tezuka said as he started planting kisses on the other's chest while his hand caressed Fuji's bare legs. Tezuka had forgotten that he wasn't wearing anything aside from his shorts and their proximity has just reminded him of that.

"You're hard," Fuji chuckled.

"Your fault."

"I'm not sorry."

Tezuka groaned as he pushed Fuji down on bed. "We'll see."

SY: Don't ask me why it's just a one-chapter update for this week. It just is. As usual, writing about Atobe tires me. Why is that? Hmm. Anyway, this one's longer so I hope it makes it up! It's almost over so stay tuned!