A/N:
All characters belong to Konami Takeshi sensei
Seigaku has been changed from a middle school to a high school cos I can't imagine stuff like this happening to kids 13-15 years old…
Scenes may be a little confusing cos I wrote each part corresponding to a specific part of the lyrics
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This is a way that I say I need you
This is a way that I love you
This is a way that I say I'm yours
This is a way
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If the desire to meet is felt strongly enough by both parties, we will surely meet again.
Unbidden, those words which were once told to him by someone very important to him flashed through Tezuka's mind as he took in the presence of the man before him - the hint of impatience in those deep blue eyes, razor sharp cheekbones accentuated by the shadows from the streetlamp and the arrogant tilt of the chin. Tension stilled the air as the gazes of the two men locked on each other.
"Considering that you've made Ore-sama wait for 3 hours, 48 minutes and 13 seconds, the least and the most polite thing you can do is invite me up." The casual drawl of Atobe's voice broke Tezuka out of his trance.
"If you had thought to inform me earlier, I would have told you today's not a good day to meet. How did – ," Tezuka lost the rest of what he was saying when Atobe jerked him into the shadows and pressed his lips against Tezuka's. The kiss was firm and punishing. Atobe's palms cradled Tezuka's face in a bruising grip, as if anticipating the latter's resistance. At the same time, his body leaned further into Tezuka's such that to a passerby, it appeared that there was only Atobe leaning against the wall.
Tezuka began to feel light-headed from the suffocating pressure of Atobe's lips and Atobe's entire body insinuating itself into his. "Stop it! What the hell are you doing?" Tezuka panted and pushed against Atobe with the strength he did not know he still had left in him.
"Isn't it obvious? Even if your head does not realize what's happening, at least your body does." Atobe whispered the words into Tezuka's ear. At the same time, running a hand down the row of buttons on Tezuka's shirt before stopping teasingly at the edge of the belt.
"That's not what I'm saying. Why are you doing here? Stop playing games with me." Tezuka's temper rose along with his arousal, his dark brown eyes flashing sparks behind the glasses. He shoved at Atobe again, his frustration making him succeed at pushing the slightly shorter man away from him this time.
"Let's settle this inside. I'm sure you won't want to cause a commotion and disturb your neighbors at this late an hour."
"Fine. Let's do it upstairs. But I'm warning you, you better not try anything funny."
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"Your tastes have not changed much. This place looks so similar to our apartment in Germany."
Atobe took a tour of the spartan surroundings with a glance and headed for the kitchen where Tezuka was making tea. Only Tezuka would make tea even for uninvited guests. Atobe smiled at his former lover's idiosyncrasy as he paused at the kitchen entrance, letting himself take in the bittersweet image of Tezuka and his deft actions at tea making. Unconsciously, he moved forward, as if to reassure himself that the scene in front of him was not simply mirage, and gently enfolded Tezuka in his arms, resting his head upon Tezuka's wide shoulders.
Tezuka stiffened for a split second, before allowing his body to relax into the comfortable warmth. All the hurt and confusion from their past disappeared in that instant. If only for tonight, let there be no regrets for us Keigo. Tezuka murmured the silent plea in his head and turned to face the man who had filled his every waking thought for the past three weeks and beyond. Tilting Atobe's chin upwards, Tezuka closed his eyes and gently brushed his lips against the other's. Once. Twice. Thrice. The dark-haired man finally caught the hint and opened his lips and took Tezuka's tongue into his mouth.
It was a contradiction to the heat from earlier on. Now, the two men took their time. Gentle caresses and light teasing were used to coax the sparks between them to a steady flame. Both of them treated the other as though he was fragile, as though any overly sudden movement will cause this cocoon surrounding them to break and let reality intrude once again. Tonight was all about savoring with the senses, about recapturing the past that was no longer within their reach.
Tezuka moaned as Atobe trailed his tongue downwards to his most sensitive area. He shifted restlessly, raising his hips ever so slightly in a silent supplication as his hands sifted through the silky hair of the man whose tongue was teasing the spot it had been looking for and gave an impatient tug. Atobe chuckled softly, languidly stretched and lowered his body inch by tormenting inch onto the pliant body. He shuddered at the touch of bare skin on skin and the delicious warmth that enveloped him when he thrust himself into Tezuka. They moved in synchronized rhythm, pacing themselves to each other's pants and gasps. Sweat pooled around the both of them as they struggled to reach the peak together. Atobe gave a final thrust and fell heavily upon the older man below him, sated.
Having reached fulfillment the same time Atobe did, Tezuka shifted to roll his heavier partner off him. He reached out for his spectacles, only to realize belatedly that it was lost somewhere under the pile of clothes. "Let me up. I need to find my spectacles."
"Leave it. We'll sort it out in the morning. I'm nowhere near done yet." Atobe halted the other's movements, lifted the protesting Tezuka in his arms and headed for the bedroom.
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The room was filled with the musky scent of last night's activities. Tezuka looked at Atobe who laid beside him, the latter all bare limbs and glistening skin. Atobe always had the habit of kicking off the sheets during the night. The warming rays of the morning sun moved over his partner's dark black hair - so shiny that it glint silver - and outlined the toned built under the exposed skin. Tezuka stilled his hand from taking advantage of the invitation presented to him but snuggled closer to the sleeping form. Though asleep, Atobe instinctively reached out, spooning himself tight against the other.
Just for a while longer. Tezuka thought, and closed his eyes.
Outside, the newspaper boy dropped the day's newspaper at the door. The headlines screamed "Fuji Syusuke, tennis prodigy turned world renowned photographer returns to Japan to stage the first leg of of his worldwide photography exhibition!"