Tennis practice was over in Rikkaidai, and Yukimura hurried back to the clubroom to pack his things up.

"Yukimura.." came Sanada's masculine voice behind him.

"I'll go ahead for an important meeting."

"Where?"

"Seigaku." Yukimura replied trying to dismiss the conversation that he knew would just turn into interrogation.

"With Tezuka?"

Yukimura paused and turn to face his vice-captain.

"I'll just call you for updates." He simply said before heading out.

Seigaku regulars had long vacated the club room, leaving Tezuka, still fixing his things. He just finished filling out their weekly schedule, and he was relieved to know that everyone had went off. He needed time of solitude. He sank on a bench and set aside his glasses. The frequency of his headaches has become a bother to his daily schedule. He closed his eyes and rested his head back, so that he was looking up the ceiling. He wanted to sleep.

Tezuka didn't know how long he had his eyes closed, nor did he know how he suddenly found breathing difficult, where in fact the room was empty. He snapped his eyes open in a desperate attempt to breath, and felt a wild upsurge of horror upon realizing what was going on.

Somebody, apparently a guy, basing on the scent, was kissing him gently!

Tezuka fought his initial instinct of pushing the other guy away as he tried to reach for his glasses. He knew he placed it just beside him. It should be within reach. It should be. Or else….or else….

Without even realizing it, Tezuka started kissing 'him' back. Yukimura can't help it but smile.

The Seigaku captain heard the other's gasp as he attempted to deepen the kiss.

Mistake.

Tezuka knew he made an error in judgment when he stood up and pinned the other guy on the locker door. He knew he was being unreasonable when he got intoxicated with the familiar yet strange scent of the frail body in front of him. He knew it was all wrong when he started to trail kisses on the other's neck. Tezuka knew he's losing his control. ….and those gentle fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt only worsen the situation.

"Tezuka…" Yukimura moaned.

The sound of Yukimura's voice was like a pail of cold water poured down on Tezuka. He froze in utter shock and disbelief, almost embarrassment for that matter. All he can see was a blurry face. But the voice he heard was enough for him to recognize who the person in front of him was. And as if to read his confusion, Yukimura handed him his glasses.

It's over.

That was all Tezuka's brain was saying the moment he laid her eyes on Yukimura after putting on his glasses. Why didn't he notice? Why did he lost control? Why was…

"It's ok Tezuka…..my fault." Yukimura declared with a smile.

When he received no response, he decided to continue.

"I did say that I want you. I was just…trying to test some bold actions."

Tezuka lowered his gaze, still unable to decipher what's the right thing to say at the moment. If there's one thing he badly wants to happen, that's no other than to vanish in thin air and pretend that everything's back to normal. He found it disgraceful, yet ironically not enough to muster any regret from his strange behavior.

He knew he should've acted based on reason – on right judgment. Yet those lips, so irresistible for his sharp human instincts, blew all self-preservation he thought he had mastered for years. Tezuka would have forgiven himself if he even cared to do his best to resist. Unfortunately, he didn't. He let himself got carried away - a slap on his pride and a complete mockery on his morals.

"I wouldn't ask for an apology if that's what you want me to do." Yukimura declared.

Tezuka, still unable to say something, decided to remain silent, afraid that more words would only worsen the situation. He needed to think. But as Yukimura kissed him on his cheek, he thought nothing's going to work. His brain's blank.

Just as he was about to say something, the door of the clubroom opened, revealing a blue-eyed tennis tensai – a not-so-pleased looking Syusuke Fuji, to be more specific. His gaze focused on the Rikkaidai captain who was still leaning on the locker's door - with 'his' captain in front.

"Fuji-kun…I thought I saw you leave earlier…I guess I was mistaken." Yukimura said, gazing back at Fuji.

"I left something."

Yukimura smiled before he looked back at Tezuka and bid him goodbye. The Seigaku captain favored Yukimura's decision to leave. At least he wouldn't have a very hard time dealing with two difficult personalities anymore. Well of course there was Fuji.

"What was that just now?" Fuji asked.

"Nothing."

"That was Yukimura Seiichi of Rikkaidai Fuzoku, and you're telling me that it's nothing."

"He just asked a favor…for tennis practices." Tezuka lied in a reckless attempt to free himself from further inquiry.

"A favor that required you to undo the buttons of your shirt. That should be interesting." Fuji replied, now smiling as he noticed Tezuka's slight flinch.

The rest of the conversation that followed were all about tennis, though Tezuka, for the first time, didn't find it interesting. His mind was busy wandering off to somewhere else. He really need some rest.

"Yukimura." Sanada answered right after the first ring of his phone.

"I need to ask a favor."

"Where are you?"

"At home."

Silence.

"What is it?" Sanada inquired with his business-like tone.

"Hmm…I was thinking of bringing you along the next time I meet Tezuka."

Sanada frowned.

"Why?"

"Are you asking me on why I need you, or why I'm meeting Tezuka?" Yukimura countered, noticing the rigid tone in his vice-captain's voice.

"Both."

Yukimura smiled. He liked it when Sanada gets talkative. 'Especially' when it comes to a certain Seigaku captain.

"We're planning to have joint practices…but we were interrupted." Yukimura lied.

"And?"

"…and I want you to handle the interruption."

Sanada sighed.

"I'm afraid I'm not getting your point."

"Well…just keep Syusuke Fuji some company. That would do."

"Fuji?" Sanada wondered, still not getting the point.

"Just keep him away, vice-captain Sanada. That's all I need."

"Why would – "

..but then, Yukimura hang up.

Tezuka wants to sleep. God knows how hard he tried to get Yukimura off his mind as he struggled to get some rest. But everytime he tries to close his eyes, the picture of what happened in the clubroom earlier that afternoon always appears on his memory. Worse, it only gets more vivid everytime he attempts to get rid of it.

Finally, Tezuka decided that it was useless to force himself to sleep when his mind's not at all sleepy. Instead, he grabbed a book from his bedside table, along with his glasses, and started to scan the pages. He's not in the mood for reading, but a couple of paragraphs wouldn't hurt. He finished a second page of the book before he went back lying on his bed.

This is bad.

He now understands why he is partly averse to the idea of having Yukimura Seiichi on their team.

'He's a distraction.' Tezuka thought.

Later that evening, the Seigaku captain concluded that Yukimura Seiichi was more like of a hazard than a mere distraction. He's a danger to Tezuka's self-control. No matter how he wanted the other guy, there are things which should just be left out as they are.

Tezuka hoped they both agree on this part. Though by heart he knew how Yukimura was thinking just the other way around.

Author's note:

Finally!

This is my first Tezuka x Yukimura fic...(probably my last..)...feel free to send out comments!

Thanks!

N.S.C.M.