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Fuji silently walked home. He failed to catch the last trip of the subway station, so he practically didn't have any other choice other than to walk. Unless of course if he's fine sleeping on the streets.

It was 1 a.m., and so far as his thoughts are concerned, he was already thinking straight. He cried for a couple of minutes earlier, maybe hours, he didn't care. He felt slightly okay now. Other than the uncomfortable feeling he had from the sweat that drenched his shirt, everything else felt fine.

After almost an eternity, he finally got home. He half expected his sister to be standing at the front door, arms crossed in front of her, and brows narrowed indicating that she was ready to begin an all out verbal battle again with her inconsiderate and insensitive younger brother. Indeed, what he pictured out was close to the real thing. Save for the fact that it was not his sister who was standing in front of their house, but a certain someone whom Fuji placed last on the persons who would most likely do an early morning visit.

"What the hell.." he whispered.

He stood his ground few feet from the door as the 'entity' in front of him examined his figure head to foot as if resenting the entire idea that he was planning to step inside his divine abode with his current appearance.

"What are you doing here?" Fuji snapped.

The man didn't answer and preferred to look at him intently.

Fuji rolled his eyes.

"C'mon Sanada! Will you please cut the crap and back off?! I'm moving in!"

Sanada heaved a sigh and slightly moved from his position in front of the door allowing Fuji to move closer and fumble on his keys to the house. Fuji frowned when he realized that the lights of the entire house were off, indicating that his sister was not around. Now of all times.

He turned on the lights and headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water. He didn't realize his throat was starting to burn not until he saw the dispenser.

"Get out." he coldly said upon realizing that Sanada has invited himself in.

"Not unless I make sure you're sober."

Fuji slammed the glass down on the kitchen table. Good thing the table's made of wood. Otherwise the glass would have laid broken in his own hands by now.

"Which of the words I said was so damn hard to understand, huh? I said. ."

When Sanada remained immobile Fuji felt as if the entire burden of the day's fury started to accumulate within him once again.

Where the hell is his sister?

"Your sister came back earlier to check if you're around."

"What?!"

"..and I said you've been sulking in whoever knows where for no apparent reason.."

Fuji darted a sharp look at the taller guy.

"That's bullshit. I don't even know what evil spirit brought you here."

Sanada averted his gaze to a wall clock hanging on his right.

"I'm merely doing a favor."

"Favor for whom?" Fuji angrily asked.

"You don't have to know."

Fuji nodded in annoyance and raised his hands up in surrender. The entire situation was plain irrelevant and not worth his time.

"Whatever. Do what you like. You can guard the entire house or cook your own food in the kitchen, I don't care. I'm going to sleep."

Sanada didn't utter any word even after Fuji left him and started marching up to his own room. He slammed himself down on the sofa and recounted the events that took place earlier. He pretended earlier to walk away and leave Fuji behind knowing that the other guy needed some moments of solitude.

Sanada sighed and massaged his temples. His really weak when faced with helpless people. Not to mention Fuji on top of that. When he saw how the blue-eyed boy cried on reasons Sanada didn't know, something suddenly snapped inside him. He didn't know what or why, but he just felt like he had to do something. Maybe it was a surge of responsibility he feels as a vice-captain of the tennis club. Though Fuji was technically not among his responsibilities, he couldn't set aside the fact that Fuji was still a co-tennis player; someone who's on the verge of something big.

He lied when he said that Yumiko went home earlier. He couldn't even remember how she looked. He only heard the name from somewhere, definitely not within the premises of Rikkaidai. It didn't matter though.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

(…)

Fuji once again turned on his side and shut his eyes deep. He wants to sleep. God knows how he wanted to sleep. But the more he tried, the more difficult it is not to focus to any sound coming from the living room.

He scratched his head and stood up. This wouldn't work. He has to make sure that he's alone, even if that meant sending Sanada out. Fuji then went out of his room and headed down. The lights were already turned off, and the only thing that shed light on the darkness of the room was the full moon outside. He adjusted his view on the entire living room and eventually saw 'him' there; head resting on the sofa's armrest while an arm covered his eyes.

"Hey.." Fuji said, checking if the other is still awake.

When he heard no response, Fuji decided to wake him up. He went closer to Sanada's sleeping figure and gently nudged his shoulders.

"Ne, Sanada.." he repeated.

A small purr escaped the taller guys lips as he adjusted himself on the sofa. Apparently, he was feeling uncomfortable with the small space he was lying down. Fuji stood straight and placed his hands on his hips. He was debating as to what he should do. The situation was basically not out of the ordinary. In fact, Fuji was used to having visitors at home. He once again settled his eyes on Sanada's figure. Now was definitely not the time to lust over an unresponsive figure no matter how beautiful they may look, and Fuji knew that.

But with an all too vulnerable Sanada lying in front of him?

Fuji shook his head. No. Definitely not now. He turned around to go back to his room just in time to hear another purr coming from Sanada's mouth. He glanced back.

"Yuki…" he heard Sanada utter.

That's all he need. That's all Fuji needed before he grabbed the nearest sofa pillow at reach and plunged it deep on Sanada's face. So deep in fact that within a second or two, Sanada found himself gasping for air under Fuji's murderous intent to kill him at once with a pillow. When he finally got enough leverage to save himself from a sure kill, he reached up and grabbed Fuji's wrist that was eagerly pushing down the pillow down his face.

"What the..- Fuji?!" Sanada yelled the moment he manage to throw away the object which would have taken away his dear life. He adjusted himself on the sofa and faced the blue-eyed boy with a mixture of an annoyed and disbelieving expression marring his stoic face.

"What are you doing?!" he asked.

"Get out." came Fuji's cold voice in greeted teeth.

"W-wait..what, why are you-"

"Sanada…" Fuji started, giving of that lovely open-eyed smile he always reserved for two reasons. One if he's aroused. Two if he's in the mood to inflict fatal damage. Fuji was sure, now was not the former. "..Get. Out." he continued.

Sanada stayed gaping at what Fuji said.

Neither of them spoke for a minute. When the gravity of the situation became clearer, Sanada stood up and grabbed his duffel bag. He had no idea what he had done to merit the hostile accommodation from someone he opted to offer his help to. But then he didn't care. Fuji just attempted to kill him. At least that's clear enough.

He reached his hand to open the door, when a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

"Look…If I did something to offend you, I don't mean it." Sanada said without glancing back at Fuji.

"Sure you didn't."

"Fine." the taller guy said as he proceeded on opening the door to save himself from the shame of being dragged outside.

"Wait."

Sanada stopped.

"Are you in love with Yukimura?" Fuji asked out of nowhere. This time, he managed to turn around and face the other guy.

Sanada's face indicated that he didn't like the topic. "See you Fuji…" he said instead.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Why do I have to?"

"Because I don't take evasion as an answer." Fuji simply replied.

Sanada just shook his head before he took a step out. He felt a cold hand grabbed his arm and forced him to turn back. The next thing he knew, Fuji's lips already engulfed his own with an intensity Sanada didn't know had ever existed.

He could taste the gin in Fuji's mouth when the latter's tongue started to invade his own, making Sanada moan in pleasure and slight hesitation. His other hand which was tightly holding the door knob was slowly guided by Fuji's gentle one to the blue-eyed boy's back. The moment his hand felt Fuji's effeminate figure, Sanada lost all resolve to deny himself of the experience his body has been craving for. All be doomed, but Fuji made it all feel so good and right.

When Fuji slightly pulled himself away to gasp for air, Sanada took the chance to plant gentle kisses on the other guy's neck. Fuji, obviously enjoying the attention he was receiving, went on clinging his arms on the other's neck and pressing his body against him. Sanada groaned when he felt Fuji's hard on pressed against his groin.

"If you don't answer my question, I'll take it as a no." Fuji whispered on Sanada's ear.

The tennis tensai felt the other guy tense and then eventually relaxed. He pulled his body away to see the other guy's reaction, only to be welcomed by a beautifully blushing Sanada.

"You know I don't like your beloved captain, don't you?" Fuji asked, arms still clung on Sanada's neck.

Sanada frowned and looked away. The last thing he would want was to get Yukimura involved with issues concerning Fuji.

"You know what I want to do now?" Fuji teased. "I want to take revenge on 'that' demon by making sure he'll know you slept with me."

"What?" Sanada snapped, seriously alarmed with Fuji's implication.

"Now tell me…Do you really, really, really like him?"

Sanada was wise enough to know that whatever answer he gave the blue-eyed boy, the outcome will still be the same;Fuji will continue seducing him until he finally give in to his sexual desires. He looked helpless, he knew. But Sanada had to admit that compared to an almost desperate Syusuke Fuji, he was still way better.

"I know what you want Fuji…Fine, I'll do it. Just don't get him involved." Sanada said.

There it goes again. An epic line intended to please and expand Yukimura's already sickening ego. Why does it always have to be him? Yukimura is attractive, fine. Fuji accepts that. But the attention and care he receives from people around him was just too much. Fuji couldn't point out which of Yukimura's attributes makes him so annoyingly lovable for people.

"You'll really do it with me?" Fuji asked, pretending to doubt Sanada's statement.

Sanada hesitated but nevertheless nodded.

Fuji smiled suggestively. He then kissed Sanada gently on the lips. When he felt no resistance, he decided to deepen the kiss, making sure that he gets the response he wants. He was not a bit disappointed.

Fuji didn't become too much aware of how and when, but somehow, they manage to get inside his room where the bed suddenly felt the most important furniture at view. What transpired between him and Sanada right then was nothing more than pure lust and desire. Fuji knew it. He feels it, and what's more disappointing was he knew Sanada felt the same.

Truth be told, Fuji never wished his first time to be with somebody who doesn't feel anything for him a bit. He might love to play around and toy with people's emotions at times, but that's it. He never takes them seriously.

Even when Sanada pushed him down on bed and mechanically took his shirt off, Fuji didn't feel the same amount of excitement he had long been expecting to experience with Tezuka. Everything just felt so different, and though he had fancied Sanada in his dreams at times, he knew better that Tezuka was the only person who could satisfy his needs. The reason? He loves their stoic, dense captain. He loves Kunimitsu Tezuka for so long, that the mere sight of him playing gracefully on court makes his heart lose its rhythm.

"Fuji.." Sanada muttered, as he savored the touch of Fuji's delicate skin on his hands.

A tear fell on Fuji's eye, and he instinctively wiped it off. He had waited for so long, and it already hurts. And the fact that the only man he loves for real harbors special affection with his mortal nemesis was not helping the situation at all. Perhaps he was really insecure. Yukimura already has too much. He already has Tezuka. The thought made Fuji's heart ache. He was known to have solutions to problems, but look at him now; broken and desperate.

Fuji didn't protest when Sanada unbuckled his belt. Right. Sanada was the one who's with him now. They'll have sex and they'll forget that this ever happened. That's right. Less commitment, less pain. Fuji couldn't hope for more.

He returned Sanada's kisses with equal ardor. The taller guy already took his own shirt off, displaying a perfect masculine built, Fuji had so long admired. They were at the heat of the moment when Sanada's phone rang in full volume, making the taller guy freeze and stop what he was doing. He recognized the ringtone.

"I-I'll have to take that…" he whispered, face still flushed.

Fuji just shrugged. He realized he had no match against a phone call. But great heavens! Who could be calling at this time of dawn?

"H-hai.." he heard Sanada answered. Fuji turned his back at the other guy.

Few moments of silence passed, Sanada intently listening to whoever was calling him.

"No..uhm yes, tomorrow. I'll be there…I'm not at home now Yukimura….Hai…I understand."

Sanada sighed in relief as he pushed the 'end call' button. It would be a disaster if Yukimura finds out. He turned back to ask for an apology for the untimely disturbance, only to be welcomed by a Syusuke Fuji who was already buttoning his shirt back.

"Fuji…"

"You can spend the night here."

"Wait…where are you going?" Sanada asked, alarmed.

"Down. I'll prepare some tea." Fuji simply said without looking back at Sanada.

The taller guy glanced at the digital clock on Fuji's bedside table.

3:30 am.

He sighed and didn't say a word when Fuji went out and headed down.

Author's Note:

Fuji...*sobs*...