Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: Prince of Tennis is Konomi-sensei's.

Author's Note: Late updates I know. And Fuji's already pointing his gun at me as of this writing so yes, I'll exhaust all my creative juices to be more productive from now on.

Gambarimasu!

And yes, warning for sexual contents (though this one's not in its maximum intensity yet.)

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He knew what he saw, and he didn't like it.

Yukimura walking out of their headquarters? C'mon. Sanada should have a better excuse than to dismiss the event as mere coincidence.

"So what is so important that it can't wait? Because unless you convince me that it's that important, then I don't think I can let this pass."

"What is it that you're so angry about?" Fuji rebutted. "It's not like you're not used to waking up at this hour for work."

"Don't answer my question with yours. It doesn't work that way."

Fuji tried not to snicker in disgust. The mighty Sanada.. always using his position to demand authority.

"I need you to order Tezuka's arrest back here." Fuji commanded.

"And why would I do that?"

Fuji frowned. "Because that's how it should be. And I don't think letting him stay on my care would render enough result for us to pin them down."

Sanada shook his head with a sigh. "Go home Fuji."

"Are you listening? Tezuka can't stay for another hour in my-"

"Don't wait for me to drag you –"

"Listen to me goddamn it!" Fuji snapped. "He's a whore. He's that freakin' guy who screws anyone who's got money and car and a good reputation to take care of. If you're really serious in taking them down, you must be doing more than just letting him stay with me and fuck the hell out of me!"

Sanada looked at him with a deep frown. "He did something." he said it in a matter of fact.

"I want-no I need him out."

"What is it?"

"Just give the orders."

"Did he touch you?"

"Stop asking and order me to bring him back here."

Sanada paused, eyes never leaving Fuji. "I can't do that."

Fuji darted him a look as if he said something real crazy.

"I already signed my decision for this arrangement. You'll handle him from home."

"What are the conditions for that arrangement to be void?"

Sanada thought for a second, debating whether or not it's best to tell Fuji about it. The way things are going, there's a possibility Fuji would try anything possible to get what he wants. He has always been that persistent. Sanada like him for being a very formidable agent, but his persistence in getting what he wants could be as equally annoying at times.

"If he assaulted you, or any of our officers."

"Define assault." ordered Fuji. Of course he knew what it meant. But this case is special and perimeters could have been changed. He just needs to be sure.

"If he hurt you physically."

"That's it?"

Sanada once again paused. "Yes. And if he sexually assaults you….which I think…you can use to your advantage."

Fuji's thoughts drifted off to the scene when Tezuka kissed him. His cheeks flared up. He knew damn well what Sanada was implying and he was sure he was ready to punch him straight on the face had he not been their commander-in-chief.

"You….." Fuji paused to take in some air. "You want me to…..you really want me to play along. "

"If that's how we get evidence, then yes."

Fuji gave Sanada a blank look as if he's someone he didn't know. "You're disgusting," he said. "Is that why you slept with her?" Fuji asked, referring to Yukimura whom he saw walk out of the area few minutes ago.

Sanada said they were discussing things related to Tezuka's case. They both know it's a lie.

"It was none of your business."

"Wow. Really?"

"You really want to know?"

Fuji gave a bitter smile. "Believe me, I do."

"Fine. We had sex."

Fuji knew that. Of course he knew that. So why does it feel…..

"Gathering up evidence," he said, swallowing the lump on his throat he never knew existed.

"No. It was a personal, mutual decision."

Fuji nodded and looked away. He shouldn't have asked. He should've just shut up. He should have…..

"I'll do my job. Sorry for cutting you off your business," he said, not wanting to look at Sanada's face, afraid that something on his own might betray his cool demeanor. He felt weird, and something inside was telling him to immediately vanish from that scene and go back to his place where he belongs. He gave a nod without meeting his chief's eyes, before leaving the area.

Fuji couldn't fathom why. All he was aware of was the strange mix of anger, frustration and….hurt he was feeling.

"No Syusuke Fuji. You're wrong. You're angry because Sanada doesn't listen. You're angry because he always does what he wants," he told himself the moment he slid in his car and moved out of the driveway.

He kept a safe speed of 30km/hr on his way home and thought about what he would do next. He was exhausted. But that was certainly not because of work.

He had been in denial until now. He had been close but remained emotionally distant. He had to.

But what if – just what if.

What if he's really in love with Sanada?

Fuji clutched the driving wheel tight and increased his speed. He can't be.

Tezuka woke up at the pain cutting sensation on his right wrist. The moment they stepped in the house earlier, Fuji had not just kicked him hard on the chest and punched him on the face. The blue-eyed agent really made sure he learned his lesson by handcuffing his wrist on the bed's headboard before leaving to god knows where.

Tezuka thought the other went overboard this time. Even if he was a prisoner, he still has his rights. And that same right demands protection from personal assault even from government officers- especially from government officers.

He once again tried pulling his wrist and winced at the pain. When Fuji left, he had tried freeing himself away. Stubborn when you think about a metal cuff locked tight on your wrist. But who knows right? Luck might just be around.

Tezuka heard the door click followed by Fuji who stomped in like he was alone in the room.

"Thank god. I need to pee," Tezuka said.

Fuji seemed not hear him as he just went on removing his coat and tie. It was not after Fuji sank down on his bed when he finally decided to recognize Tezuka's presence.

"I'm not in a very good mood," he said, eyeing Tezuka's close to bloodied wrist.

Fuji sighed and crawled across the bed to reach his bedside table. He unlocked the lower drawer and got the key.

"I'm sorry," he said, freeing Tezuka.

Tezuka massaged his wrists but kept his look on Fuji. He didn't know how to react. First, Fuji hit him like a madman, and now he's asking for an apology?

"Thanks."

"You said you need to pee. Go ahead."

Tezuka nodded and stood up, giving Fuji once last look before he headed in the bathroom.

He came back five minutes after and found the room empty. He tried the door, expecting it locked. To his surprise, it slid open when he pulled the knob. Outside, he could hear the slight movement from the kitchen.

"Am I allowed to leave this room?" Tezuka called out.

Seconds after, Fuji emerged from the kitchen, wearing a pink tailored apron with a wine bottle in hand.

"Sorry for the late dinner," Fuji said with a slight smile.

Did he just smile? At him?

Tezuka went down the stairs and followed Fuji to the kitchen.

"Nice apron."

"My sister's."

Tezuka took the seat across Fuji. "Why are you suddenly so kind to me?" he asked. "I ugh…I don't mean to offend but this is suspicious."

Fuji poured himself a glass of wine. "I told you I'm not in the mood."

Tezuka frowned but decided not to ask.

They started eating in silence, both thinking of completely different things.

"I want you to show me how you work," Fuji blurted, stopping Tezuka's hand with a spoonful of curry in midair. Tezuka stared at him, immobile.

"Either you admit to the crime or not wouldn't make much of a difference. It's still nothing than premature evidence. I need more solid proof."

Tezuka finally lost interest in eating and brought down his spoon back on his plate. He grabbed the bottle of wine Fuji had set aside and poured himself a glass.

"I'm not-Okay wait. So you want to.."

"Sex," Fuji said, before finishing his wine in a gulp and wiping his mouth with the table napkin. "Let's do it. I need to know."

Tezuka shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and for once, Fuji had doubted whether this is really some guy who's capable of doing a prostitute's job. Tezuka sure has the looks – more of it. But skills? Well aside from the kiss, what else?

Fuji stood up and carried his plate to the sink. Tezuka did the same.

"Hey…are you really-"

"Have you done it? I mean with a man."

Tezuka's mind immediately pictured out Atobe, and then Shiraishi and- He shook his head, mentally wiping arousing scenes involving handcuffs and belts that come along by the mere thought of those names.

"No?" Fuji asked, raising a brow.

"Why, have you?"

Fuji sighed and looked away. "None of your business."

"See? This won't work. I tell you things but you don't. It's unfair."

Fuji looked back at him, this time with a mocking smile. "Of course it's unfair. What do you expect? You're still a prisoner last time I checked."

"So you really want to do it?"

Fuji nodded.

Tezuka brought a hand at the back of his neck. "Uhm…I don't really mind but-"

"But I can't wait, and I'm upset. So you'll gonna fuck me 'till I say you stop, is that clear?"

Tezuka stood speechless; even as Fuji brought his lips against his for a tentative kiss, even when Fuji started to press his body against him, even when he could feel his manhood taking interest on the situation.

"Do you want to do it?" Fuji asked.

"I..I don't know."

"Liar."

And then Fuji kissed him hard, and deep. Tezuka tried to pull away for a pretended act of defiance and self-control, but Fuji's tongue feels so damn good inside his mouth that he's willing to trade a week of Atobe's blow job just to taste more of it.

Fuji on the other hand could feel it. He could feel Tezuka's erection pressed hard against his. He could feel Tezuka's heavy breathing and irregular heartbeats as he brought his hand to the other's chest. Fuji could feel it.

They both pulled an inch away to catch their breaths and that was when Fuji saw something in Tezuka's eyes – raw lust. And in as much as he hated to admit, he's aroused by Tezuka's reaction.

"The bed's too far. How about the couch?"

Tezuka's response was another mind-blowing kiss, and this time, Fuji knew he was totally in control of the situation.

Like he said, he was just doing his job. Nothing personal.

Though he would have to admit that Tezuka was a damn good kisser.

End of Chapter 5

Author's Note:

Another cliffhanger? Well yes because chapter six is coming, and six is for sex (more of it this time) so yes, another cliffhanger.

Am I making sense?

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