"If this is your way of exacting your revenge, then it's working." - Sanada
Fuji immediately spotted Tezuka's car on his way out. He hurried towards it and pulled the passenger's door, which is of course, kind of stupid considering that his fiancee surely locked it before leaving. He heaved a sigh, and turned, just in time for Tezuka to arrive. He immediately unlocked the car using the digital keys and motioned Fuji to get in. They both did.
Once settled, the ex-professor then started the engine, eventually driving away from the place. They knew they should talk, but decided to stay silent and let themselves think. It's not until they reached the main road that Tezuka took a glance at his direction.
"You shouldn't have run," he said, eyes back on the road ahead.
"You shouldn't have looked at him like that."
Tezuka knew, judging from Fuji's voice, that answering back will do no good. The other was not in the mood - maybe even angry. Perhaps Yukimura was right. He shouldn't have lied.
"I can explain. But you-"
"Are you saying that it's my fault?" Fuji said, adjusting his position on Tezuka's side so he was now looking straight at his boyfriend. "Were you insulted of my sudden appearance at your rather luxurious and intimate meeting with a friend?"
Tezuka heard the sarcasm. He decided to stay silent and maneuvered instead to a nearby vacant lot. He stopped the car and turned of the engine. "I wasn't on a date."
Fuji stared at him. "I want to believe you. But I don't."
"Fuji..." Tezuka started, slight hesitation and uneasiness on his voice. "I want you...to come with me.."
The blue-eyed boy responded with a blank stare.
"I received a call from a German company who runs an international rehabilitation center for professional athletes," he paused to let the information sink in. "They asked me if I'm interested to take on a full time job as the deputy head of their Psychology department, and I said yes. It's an opportunity so hard to pass."
"You made the right choice. But that doesn't answer the thing going on between you and Yukimura-sensei."
"I want you to come with me after graduation."
Fuji frowned. "To Germany?"
Tezuka nodded. "But I wasn't sure how I should ask you about it. Your family might also refuse, so I asked Yukimura for his inputs."
Fuji raised a brow. "And that's the reason behind the dinner?"
Tezuka hesitated. "And I wanted to ask you...to marry me."
Fuji wasn't sure if he's hearing things right. Did Tezuka just ask him to get married. He blinked away the confusion as he once again shifted on his seat. He never saw that coming. Yes they were engaged. And yes marriage might soon be a part of their plan. But they're both...men. He wasn't even sure if Germany supports same-sex marriage!
"Tezuka...it's not like I don't like it but...isn't this...a little bit rushed?"
The other man stayed silent so Fuji pressed on. "We got engaged out of mutual consent, and of course I love you. But marriage...it's entirely different. And if we're going to do it after your graduation, then that could mean I'll have to give up my studies...at least temporarily."
Tezuka glared at the view in front of him. "I never said you'll have to give up anything."
"But I can't get married and stay here while you're away!" Fuji didn't want to raise his voice. But the sudden revelations surprised him. And if his fiancee's really serious of this plan, then that would mean a great deal of decision-making on his part as well - something which he honestly isn't prepared just yet. "I have two more years left in college. And if you want to ask, no. My dad will not allow me to move away."
Moments of silence passed between them before Tezuka once again started the engine. "I'm sorry for raising the matter. Forget I said that." He looked at Fuji and forced a smile. "I'll drive you home."
"If this is your way of exacting your revenge, then it's working."
Yukimura gave an annoyed frown to his boyfriend. They were already back in his house, and despite all of his explanations on their way back, Sanada just seemed like he's not hearing anything. "How many times do I have to tell you that nothing's going on between us?"
"Fuji was crying. I saw it,"
"So?"
Sanada frowned back. True. It didn't prove anything.
"If there's someone who has a higher likability of cheating, that would be you, Genichirou. Who knows, you might already be laying on Atobe's bed, insisting that you're just giving him a massage, when all I could hear from the phone are his disgusting moans."
"It was a massage!" Sanada insisted, now worried at Yukimura's sudden shift of tone.
Yukimura gave a sharp sigh before heading up to his room. Sanada followed close by. "Seiichi, listen. This is all a misunderstanding. We need to talk."
"No we don't."
"What were you doing with Tezuka in that fancy restaurant? And don't tell me it's just a casual meeting," Sanada said, slamming the door behind him as they got into Yukimura's room.
The Humanities professor once again sighed as he faced his boyfriend. "Strip."
Sanada frowned. He understood what the other said, but -
"We will talk," Yukimura said as he started undressing himself. "On bed."
"N-no," Sanada insisted, previous vigor evidently lost judging from the mild shaking of his voice.
Yukimura tilted his head on the side, eyes flickered in interest. "Are you refusing me?"
Sanada swallowed. "We'll talk, Seiichi. On my terms this time," and then he turned back heading to the door.
"Did you know that Tezuka always handles me with extra care? He admires me. And he touches me like I'm the most breakable person on earth," Yukimura sighed. "Isn't it lovely?"
The stoic student council officer turned and glared at him, his fists clenched.
"He held my hand over dinner," Yukimura said, raising his left hand for emphasis. "I wonder...am I getting the message right?"
Sanada knew himself more than anyone else does. And he was aware just how short his patience is. Right now, Yukimura just exhausted all of it. He inched forward and pulled Yukimura close by the shoulders. His grip was tight, too tight that he was sure it would leave some marks on the bluenette's pale complexion. "What message?" he commanded.
Yukimura smirked. Sanada's grip hurt. But he has always love the pain. While it's true how he was always fascinated by Tezuka's gentle manner, Yukimura like it better when he's being dominated. And that's what his boyfriend is - a pure dominant. The more time they spent together, the more he came to appreciate the the value of taunting Sanada until he gives in. Best of all, Yukimura knew he always win. Sanada, for the record, has never ever managed to deny him.
"If you want answers, you have to give me what I want."
Sanada groaned and clashed their lips together. Yukimura accepted him with equal fervor. As they devoured each other on bed, Yukimura couldn't help the though that suddenly came to mind.
Is Sanada really the dominant?
He managed a smile between their kiss before flipping their position so he hovered over his boyfriend. "What was your question again?"
SY: No Seiichi...You are the dominant. Period.