A/N: this chapter is mutilated because of the content. Visit my LJ page for the full version. The link is in my profile page as usual. This fic is also dedicated to vierblith because I couldn't make her any birthday fic weeks ago. Enjoy!

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Love Storm

Tezuka woke up the next morning after nearly being smothered by a chair Fuji had put between them to separate them the night before. With a long-suffering sigh, he removed the furniture and got up. That's when he noticed Fuji had left the bed. He frowned slightly. If yesterday morning was any indication, Fuji wasn't a morning person and since Tezuka woke up early, it was weird for him to wake up before Fuji.

Slightly worried, Tezuka quickly donned a bathrobe and went to the bathroom to search for Fuji. He stopped when he saw a note stuck on the mirror above the sink. It said 'I'm with Atobe' and was written in red bold capital letters for good measures. Tezuka snatched the note, read it several times, each time causing a line to form on his forehead. Finally, when his forehead was completely deformed, he crushed the paper and threw it into the waste bin.

He took a long bath, which consisted mostly of him glaring at the showerhead in an attempt to make it change the water temperature. Finally, he admitted defeat, stomped out of the bathroom to dress, and then made a call for Taka-san to bring him breakfast. When the young butler arrived, Tezuka was punching the remote control buttons to find a show that suited his dark mood. He finally settled with a news program after changing the channel about a hundred times.

"Ano, Tezuka-san," Taka-san began timidly, just as Tezuka began to eat. "Where is Fuji-san?"

Tezuka scowled when he heard his fiancé's name. "He's out." He spat out angrily.

"Are you two having a quarrel?"

The glare Taka-san received for asking the question made him stammer nervously. He immediately apologized and excused himself, perhaps worried of the bodily harm Tezuka seemed to be capable of that moment.

Quarrel? Of course not. Quarrels were for lovers, which they were not. They were just two people who happened to be engaged to each other who had an argument due to conflicts of interest; Fuji's interests would be winning Atobe's favor, whilst Tezuka's was to seriously scar the diva mentally and physically.

Tezuka understood Fuji's words last night well. They must treat Atobe politely for their families' sake, but Tezuka had difficulty bearing Atobe's blatant sexual interest in Fuji. He could've been more discreet, but this was just as expected from one as pompous as Atobe.

Mutilating his bacon wasn't satisfying enough. Soon after breakfast, Tezuka went to the entertainment centre in the middle of the island. There weren't many people there as the beach was a more appealing site to most guests. Tezuka immediately went to the tennis court where he found several familiar faces. Inui halted his game when he saw Tezuka and approached him.

"Inui Sadaharu. We have met." Inui introduced himself, extending a hand.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu." Tezuka said, taking Inui's hand to shake it.

"My friend over there is Kaido Kaoru." Inui said, gesturing toward his companion who was drinking from a bottle of water. "So Tezuka-san, are you here for a game?"

"Aa."

"Then do you mind playing with me?" Inui asked with a mysterious glint on his glasses.

Not having any reason to refuse, Tezuka agreed. After all, nothing was better than tennis to relief his frustration. Soon, they were on the opposite sides of the court, playing with all their might. Inui turned out to be a more than decent player. He had fast and powerful serves and soon had won four games from Tezuka. Tezuka also noted the spiky haired young man seemed to have anticipated his moves. It was a curious thought. Tezuka had never encountered a player who could predict his movements with such accuracy. He wouldn't give up easily just because of that, though.

Within a span of only several serves, Tezuka was forced to use his original techniques. One of them Inui managed to block, but the other defeated him. When they shook hands later, though, Inui seemed to be very satisfied with himself despite his loss. He even invited Tezuka to join him and Kaido for a cup of tea. Tezuka was going to protest, but Inui insisted and he ended up with them in the cafeteria.

"So Tezuka-san, how is your relationship with Fuji progressing?" Inui asked as soon as the drooling waitress left their table.

Tezuka cleared his throat, annoyed and slightly concerned. He reminded himself Inui was a private investigator, gathering data was his job. Curiosity must be a part of his nature as well and thus it wasn't so unusual that he asked questions, private as they might be. However, what if he told other people? Tezuka's head pounded with the mere thought of other people knowing his doomed life.

"Don't worry. Your data, along with Fuji's, are safe with me. So, how is the relationship progressing?" Inui asked again, his pen hovered readily over a book that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Tezuka glanced at Kaido who was making odd hissing sound, as if disapproving of Inui's directness. He cleared his throat again and answered, "It's going well."

"Atobe has been pining over Fuji ever since he left for Europe. He certainly didn't waste any time to get to Fuji now that he's back in Japan. Atobe seems to be making his move aggressively. How do you cope with that?"

This time Tezuka frowned as he answered, recalling the event that took place the previous day. "I deal with it just fine. Do you know him?"

"Yes. Fuji and I were in the same elementary school. Atobe started to his courting when we were in fourth grade. He never failed to send Fuji gifts during any occasion. After he swarmed our classroom with flowers and pink heart shaped balloon in our final year, Fuji left for Europe. Ever since then, he has went out with 37 males, all of whom had certain resemblance with Fuji, whether in hair color, eye color, skin tone, voice, taste in food, and interest in plants, to mention a few. Currently, he has been single for three months and six days, ever since Fuji returned to Japan. In fact, he ditched his latest ex-boyfriend 3.067 seconds after he received the news of Fuji's return while they were dining in Atobe's house."

Tezuka blinked. With that much information, it was easy to mistake Inui for a stalker. Briefly, he wondered how Fuji acquainted himself with these people, but a more urgent matter pushed the thought back. "How was his chance of getting Fuji?"

Inui scribbled something on his notebook. "If he keeps this up his chance will raise to 57 percent."

So, Atobe was almost certain to get Fuji, huh? It seems like it's only a matter of time before Fuji finally relents to Atobe's tireless advances. Tezuka drank the bitter tea he ordered angrily.

"However, if you decide to interfere, his chance will lower to 34 percent."

Tezuka raised his eyebrow slightly when Kaido smacked Inui's head lightly and hissed at him to mind his own business. Inui ignored him though, and acted as if nothing happened. He gazed unwaveringly at Tezuka, a tiny smirk twitching the edges of his lips. "Frankly, I hope you interfere. I don't like Atobe very much. I think you share my opinion in that."

Tezuka was about to give a diplomatic answer, but a loud booming sound interrupted him. A glance outside showed the previously clear blue sky had now darkened. Cold, wet wind blew quickly outside, accompanied by menacing thunders. Tezuka could tell what Inui was going to say even before he opened his mouth.

"Chances of storm 99 percent." The spiky haired young man muttered. "We should go."


Fuji wasn't quite sure what possessed him to go to Atobe's cottage so early in the morning. He had woken up earlier than usual this morning, and was suddenly overcome by annoyance when he saw Tezuka's sleeping face. Knowing one way or another he would have to face Atobe's unwelcome courting, he decided to face it without Tezuka by his side. He was tired of appeasing both of them. At least Atobe was clearer about his intentions, unlike Tezuka.

Apparently, he came too early for the diva. He was still using his hair curler when he greeted Fuji. It didn't take very long for Fuji to convince him to keep him company, Atobe readily if not eagerly- agreed to his request. Very soon, they were on a boat, having breakfast under the tropical sun.

"I'm surprised you didn't bring anyone with you." Atobe commented lightly as they were eating their breakfast.

"I'd like to have certain solitude this time." Fuji said, smiling as he took a sip of his orange juice.

"I hope I won't disturb you then."

"Not at all, Atobe. You're an excellent companion."

Fuji felt like jumping off board when he heard those words coming out of his mouth. It seemed like his annoyance toward Tezuka ran deeper than he thought. He had thought he would rather give up Yuuta to the purple haired weirdo whose picture he's seen when he snooped around Yuuta's belongings, rather than flirting back with Atobe. Mentally Fuji berated himself and braced himself for a whole day of mindless courting.

They spent several hours under the sun fishing. How Fuji managed to survive Atobe's unstoppable chatter all that time, he didn't know. However, he did admit to inventing several interesting ways to silence the diva in his mind. Then, they had lunch on a tiny island in the middle of the vast ocean. The sky had darkened but Atobe said it might just be raining for a while. After lunch, they circled the island before settling on a remote part for a quick nap in which Fuji had cautiously locked the door to his cabin. However, when they woke up they quickly realized that what they had previously thought to be rain cloud actually carried storm. Big waves crashed into their boat and the high wind swayed them dangerously as thick droplets of water poured down onto them.

"We must return to the island!" Fuji shouted through the roaring sounds of the winds and the waves.

Atobe agreed and they brought the boat to the harbor only to find they couldn't moor the boat due to the rising tides. In a moment of panic, Fuji remembered a place where they could probably moor. He directed the captain, Kabaji, to a tiny shoreline which was his private place whenever he searched for solitude. The waves weren't as high there so they could moor the boat and return to land safely. But they were drenched and completely exhausted at that time, unable to walk the miles it took to return to the cottages.

"Kabaji, go find some help!" Atobe ordered his butler. "I'll take care of Fuji."

"Usu." Without a single complaint, Kabaji walked through the storm to search for help for his master. Fuji had little time to sympathize though as Atobe quickly pulled him into a nearby cave.

"Open your clothes. You'll catch a cold." Atobe ordered as he removed his own ruined silk shirt.

Fuji nodded and struggled with his shirt. His hands were trembling hard from the cold. He left his shorts on, though, not wanting to be completely naked with Atobe around, no matter what the situation was. Certainly not when he didn't have his pepper spray around.

"Why don't you come here so we can keep each other warm?" Atobe suggested without a smirk, holding out a hand for Fuji.

Fuji shook his head. There was no way he wanted to be so close to Atobe when they were wearing nothing but wet shorts. He opened his mouth to refuse but shrieked instead when a loud boom sounded nearby. Fuji clung to Atobe's cold chest as he whimpered in fear, hiding his face.

"Are you scared of thunder?" Atobe asked, sounding both surprised and pleased at the same time.

Fuji tried to answer or move away but fear had paralyzed him. He let out a tiny whimper as a reply. His body jolted when another clap of thunder boomed a little further away from them. Fuji didn't fight when Atobe wrapped his arms around his trembling body. His mind wasn't coherent enough to form even a word of argumentation. In the midst of the overwhelming fear though, a name managed to slip into his mind. Tezuka.


Meanwhile, Tezuka was completely oblivious to his fiancée's situation. He was having tea with Inui and Kaido in his warm and dry cottage, safe from the rainstorm raging outside. It wasn't to say he didn't think of Fuji at all. Tezuka was concerned for Fuji's well being actually. The brunette hadn't told him where he was going and the fact he still hadn't returned even with the dangerous weather made Tezuka worried. However, he quickly reminded himself Fuji was most probably with Atobe and enjoying a warm bed with the diva. It wasn't to say he completely shook off Fuji from his mind though.

"Fsshh… This storm is so annoying." Kaido hissed in annoyance.

"Don't worry. There is a 76 percent chance that it will ease up slightly in an hour so we can go back to our cottage."

Tezuka listened to Inui's calculation of the wind velocity, origin, and the damage it would cause, quietly. By each ticking second, he grew more and more agitated about Fuji's state of well being. He wanted to look for him, but was still annoyed with the slender brunette. Plus he'd rather not deal with Atobe in this gloomy weather. God knows what he could do in his current mood. If Fuji wanted to return, then he should return on his own. He was a big boy after all.

"Fujiko!"

Tezuka, Inui, and Kaido looked at the drenched redhead who just entered the cottage unannounced. Oishi followed closely behind, trying to calm Eiji. The redhead spent some time looking around the place, yelling Fuji's nickname, and completely ignoring the dumbfounded trio sitting in the living room. When he finally realized that Fuji wasn't there, he approached Tezuka, leaving a wet and muddy trail on the floor.

"Tezuka, where's Fuji?" He demanded.

"Eiji, please calm down." Oishi begged the redhead.

"He's with Atobe." Tezuka answered. His anger sparked again as he mentioned the name.

Eiji's eyes widened in fear. "He's not here? But… But…"

"We need help."

Everyone jumped when they saw a zombie standing by the door, illuminated by lightning. Eiji screamed in surprise and clung to Oishi, muttering about how Fuji should've stopped his experiments with voodoo. When their shock had died down they realized their guest was still very much alive and was unlikely to have just risen from the grave, though his attitude begged otherwise.

"Atobe-sama and Fuji-san are stranded on a shore." Kabaji said.

"What?" Eiji exclaimed, having gotten over his fear. "Oishi we have to…"

"Calm down, Eiji. We need to think clearly…"

"There's an 89 percent chance of catching hypothermia…"

"Fsshhh… the tide is rising quickly…"

"Calm down." At the deep commanding voice, everybody fell silent. Tezuka took a deep breath to calm his nerves. How long had it been since Kabaji went to look for help? How was Fuji doing now? "Where are they now?"

"On a shore west of the island."

Eiji gasped. "Must be Fuji's secret coast. It's about three miles from here."

Tezuka nodded. "How long have they been there?"

Kabaji glanced at the clock briefly. "A little over an hour."

"Over an hour!"

"Tezuka-san, we must get them soon. It's getting darker, the tide is rising, and not to mention there is a threat of hypothermia."

"We must get a car."

"There's no one at the centre."

"Call Taka-san! He'll get a car! Hurry Tezuka!"

"Eiji…."

"The tide…"

"Fssh…"

Tezuka clenched his jaw and obeyed. He fidgeted nervously as they waited for Taka-san to arrive with the car while listening to Eiji's panic attack and Inui's morbid predictions. When he finally arrived, they had to make a quick detour to the manor to get another car because everyone had insisted on coming. Tezuka glared at the dark clouds and pouring rain, cursing his pride and hoping they weren't too late.


Atobe had made the right decision by waiting for help in the cave. He could see how the storm raged harder outside, the rain poured harder, the wind blew faster, and more thunder boomed in the distance. By each strike of lightning that foretold the coming of the loud explosion, Fuji clung to Atobe tighter and tighter, whimpering all the while.

Aside from the hard rocky surface digging into his back and the fact his favorite leather pants were ruined for good, Atobe didn't have anything to complain about. Their proximity enabled them to share body warmth that could ward away hypothermia, at least for a while. In Atobe's case though, much of the heat traveled down south. Who could blame him though? Here he was, trapped in a dark cave in only his shorts with an equally underdressed sex kitten who had plagued many of his dreams.

It was hell trying to hold himself back for the past hour. So far Fuji was still unaware of the reaction he created on Atobe's body, still too preoccupied by his fear to notice the lustful glint in Atobe's eyes and the way his hands began to roam his skin excessively. A particularly loud clap of thunder sounded from somewhere nearby, making Fuji yelp and snuggle closer to Atobe. That was when he began to notice the bulge digging into his hip.

"Atobe…" He whispered, confused and scared, looking into glazed purple eyes.

Atobe didn't listen to him. Putting Fuji's unclear state of mind to his full advantage, he held the back of Fuji's head to pull him into a kiss. He didn't waste his chance to explore Fuji's warm cavern when the latter gasped slightly. He kissed Fuji passionately, not wanting to hold back any longer now that he could have a taste of him.

"No." Fuji gasped. He didn't want this. Atobe can't… He was Tezuka's fiancé.

"Yes." Atobe whispered back smugly. He clamped his hot mouth over a hard nipple. Licking and sucking the bud into tightness. He set to cease Fuji's struggle by stroking Fuji's arousal faster with his skilled hand.

A shadow moved at the mouth of the cave, making them freeze in surprise. Atobe lifted himself off Fuji slightly to have a better look as the brunette gasped softly.

Tezuka narrowed his eyes as he took in the spectacle before him. He missed the desperate look in Fuji's eyes as he was too focused on Atobe's smug smirk. He clenched his hands into fists as anger raged within him.

"Tezuka, have you found them?" Eiji's voice came from the distance.

Without taking his eyes off Atobe's, he answered the redhead's call. "They're here."

Atobe smirked and suddenly latched his lips onto Fuji's neck and squeezed Fuji's arousal. Fuji cried out and pushed Atobe away. This time Atobe easily complied. He smirked, knowing the message had been received loud and clear by Tezuka.

"Fujiko!"

As Eiji approached the cave, Tezuka stormed inside, pulled Fuji to his feet and dragged him away.

"I'll take him. You bring Atobe." Tezuka ordered the confused redhead who just showed up and immediately pulled Fuji to the waiting cars. Taka-san rushed to give Fuji dry blankets but Tezuka snatched them away and wrapped it around Fuji himself. "I'll take the car."

Just as everyone else present, Taka-san could only stare as Tezuka pushed Fuji into the car and then drove away. The trip was short and silent as Tezuka drove through the rain rather wildly. As soon as they arrived at their cottage, Fuji quietly entered the building. Tezuka was close behind him. He slammed the car door shut loudly, locked the front door, and then quickly went after Fuji who just went to their shared bedroom to escape Tezuka's wrath. He caught Fuji's arm just as the brunette about to close the door.

"What was that?" Tezuka asked quietly, menacingly. The fire raging in his brown orbs showed that he was anything but cool and composed at the moment.

Fuji shook his head and jerked when another thunder boomed in the distance. "N-nothing. Please, Tezuka…"

"It didn't seem like nothing to me." Tezuka growled, stepping closer to Fuji.

"I…"

"You were making out with Atobe." Tezuka spat the name angrily and tightened his hold on Fuji's arm, causing him to cry out. Anger overtook Tezuka completely as the cry reminded him of Fuji's cry earlier when Atobe fondled him. "You will not do that again!"

Then he threw Fuji to the bed and slammed the door shut behind him. Fuji was sprawled on the bed, still shocked by the rough treatment, when Tezuka covered his cold body with his heated one and kissed him fiercely. There was not a single trace of gentleness in the kiss; it was only a matter of retaking one's claim. Tezuka's hands weren't idle at all, possessively roaming Fuji's skin as if to wipe away every single trace of Atobe on him.

Once he regained some of his control, he pulled out of Fuji and pulled him away from the mess they created. Fuji laid on his side and Tezuka spooned him once again, draping his arm possessively over his fiancé. Not a second later, they were claimed by restful sleep, the storm outside forgotten.


Tezuka woke up feeling warm, comfortable, and unbearably hard. He had had the nicest dream last night. He had dreamt of making love to a pliant body. He remembered how he ordered the slender brunette to 'dance'. The sight and sounds the lovely brunette produced aroused him to no end. Tezuka remembered the clenching heat around his hardness when he came screaming a name nearly lost in passion.

Kunimitsu

Oh, shit.

Tezuka opened his eyes abruptly and realized it wasn't a dream because here, in his arms, against his bare body, was a very naked Fuji Shuusuke. He immediately became aware of how their bodies touched and especially how his morning erection was cradled between Fuji's butt cheeks. Tezuka swallowed thickly. This couldn't be good.

He knew he should've pulled away but Fuji's warm and soft body lured him close. The memory of the tight channel closing around him came unbidden. His arousal throbbed at the reminder.

Almost unconsciously, he started to rock his hips slightly, rubbing his straining arousal on the cleft of Fuji's ass. His breath soon grew ragged as his hips rocked faster. How he wanted to be buried in the heat of Fuji's body once again!

"Do it."


They spent several minutes in each other's arms, panting. Tezuka kissed Fuji's shoulder and neck as he basked in the afterglow. He heard Fuji sigh softly as he did so, but couldn't bring himself to move away.

"Kunimitsu… Tezuka."

"Hmm?"

"We need to talk."

TBC

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