Sanada stood still as Fuji took his time glaring at him. He knew he shouldn't be here. Even if he was thinking of the blue-eyed boy the entire night, Sanada knew better that showing himself actually doesn't solve any of his dilemma. In fact it's just the other way around.

He thought Fuji reduced some weight when he laid his eyes on him. His cheeks seemed more hollow than usual, and his naturally radiant blue eyes, were devoid of it's life. Sanada didn't like that. He knew he might just be over thinking things. Fuji couldn't change a lot in just a span of few days.

"I know Yumiko said something, but I want you to forget it and just get out." Fuji said. He meant what he said this time. He wants to be alone, and the last thing he would ever need is to have some strange presence as his company for his entire stay.

"She said you're not well."

"Even if it's true, I don't see why it's your business, Sanada."

Sanada looked down, feeling the truth of Fuji's words. Really. He shouldn't have acted on his impulse again. It only makes things even more difficult.

"No. I want to stay here. With you." he found himself saying instead.

The surprise in Fuji's face was priceless. Sanada could trade his best racket for that.

"I want to stay here." he continued. He didn't know where all of what he's saying came from. Before he knew it, the words were out of his mouth.

Fortunately, Fuji didn't say anything more. He simply looked away and cleared his throat. After one last glance at his direction, the genius went up to his room and locked the door behind him.

Sanada looked around and hoped that things would turn out right.

Fuji stared wide-eyed on space as he leaned his back tight against the door. He was aware that he was breathing hard. He was aware of the fast beating of his heart and the wild beating of his pulse. He was aware of how he caught his own breath when Sanada said he wanted to stay.

And the most frustrating of all, he was way too familiar of what was happening to him right now.

He pushed himself away from the door and went over to his bed's side table where he pulled out his wallet from the lowest drawer. He cursed when he realized what had happened.

Yumiko robbed him off of his allowance. Now he really doesn't have any choice other than to stay and wait for the week to end.

And then came the knock on the door.

Fuji went for the door and threw his wallet somewhere at the corner.

"What?" he asked, annoyed.

Sanada gave him a coy look, and Fuji had to restrain himself from blushing from such an attractive face.

"W-what is it?..."

Sanada shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Do you have….anything you want to eat?" he asked hesistantly.

When he saw the slight blush on Fuji's face, his brain immediately lit up and thought of something as an excuse.

"I….I know how to cook. Maybe you have something in mind. I can do it for you."

Fuji pursed his lips. Fine. The guy's just being kind. He should at least show some kindness as well, right? Just once.

"Fine. Let's cook dinner together then.." he offered, without looking at the other guy.

Sanada nodded in agreement, and they went down the kitchen right after.

"Is something wrong?" Yukimura asked worriedly when he noticed Tezuka's disturbed look. They were currently watching a movie at the bluenette's house, and ever since they've seen each other this day, Yukimura knew that there's something out of place.

Tezuka's eyes were fixed on the screen, yet his mind was definitely somewhere else. He could catch up to whatever Yukimura say about the movie, but the bluenette knew it was either Tezuka saw the movie before, or he was just a plain excellent multi-tasker. One thing remained sure. Tezuka's attention was definitely not on the film.

"No. Nothing." he replied with a squeeze at the bluenette's hand, trying and obviously failing to convince him.

"Tezuka…"

The Seigaku captain looked at lovingly at his lover and smiled. "I'm fine, Seiichi."

"You're not. And don't you ever lie to me again, because it's not working."

Tezuka's smile widened as he leaned closer and gave a kiss on Yukimura's cheek. "It's really nothing."

Yukimura looked at him curiously.

"Every time you frown, I couldn't help but think how he's giving you a hard time once again." he said, as he traced the lines that marred Tezuka's forehead.

Tezuka frowned even more. He knew Yukimura was talking about Fuji.

"I…couldn't reach him." he said, carefully observing Yukimura's reaction to what he said. He knew there's a strong tension between the two effeminate figures, and Tezuka never wanted to add more fuel to that right now. Both guys are important to him.

"I see.." Yukimura said. In some other occasion, he might have been jealous to Fuji for stealing away Tezuka's attention. Yet in times like this, he knew better that Tezuka was just doing his job as the team captain. He might hate Fuji personally, but the guy's an excellent player; someone who couldn't be replaced. A prodigy, indeed.

"Sorry..I know I shouldn't have raised it up. We should be having some good time in here, and I entirely…"

Tezuka's words was welcomed with Yukimura's lips against his.

He understood him.

"Thanks." Tezuka muttered when they parted.

"Do you need to leave?" Yukimura asked, interlacing his fingers around Tezuka's hair.

"Not if you have something else in mind."

Yukimura smiled. "We'll have it next time. I know you need to do more important things than that. Go ahead."

Tezuka sighed and held the other guy's hand tighter. He loves him so much. "I'll call you when I get home." he said as he slowly stood up.

Yukimura nodded with a smile.

When he made sure Tezuka had left, he grabbed his phone and dialed a number. The continuous ringing on the other line indicated that the owner was out, or was doing some other more important things.

Yukimura frowned. He always doesn't like it when he's ignored.

"Wow…" Fuji muttered, hands on his waist, admiring their work.

There laid on the table was one of the most decent dinner Fuji had ever made in his entire life. It was nothing exotic, but definitely special.

"Care if I try?" he asked, digging in to the lasagna he and Sanada made. The taller guy need not to answer when Fuji had already pushed a mouthful of the cuisine.

"So…how was it?" Sanada asked.

Fuji answered him with a two thumbs up, as he continued to chew on his food. Apparently, the previous tension that they had somehow loosened up. Which was, of course, a good sign. Soon, they were already digging in to the buffet.

They finished their dinner and went on preparing for sleep when Sanada suddenly thought of asking the one question he had long been thinking about.

"Fuji…are you….dating somebody?"

The blue-eyed boy stiffened and slowly turned at his direction. "Nope. Why?"

"N-nothing. Just curious."

Fuji nodded in dismissal.

That night, Sanada tried his best to put his mind at ease. He was all tensed up and the fact that Fuji seemed to be feeling the same makes him all the more nervous. When he first decided to come, he was really not thinking straight. All he wanted was to make sure that Fuji was doing good, and that he's coming back for good.

When Yumiko told him about the bad condition her brother had, Sanada almost automatically knew what he needs to do. He needs to see Fuji. The reason? He didn't know. But now he was quite sure that was all because he wants to see the other guy again.

He's attracted to Fuji.

And no matter how naïve he was to deny that he wasn't, the more sensitive part of his brain knew better that he was slowly falling deeper to what he feels.

Sanada felt himself blush. It was unlikely of him to be thinking of such things at the middle of the night. More unlikely in fact of him to be lusting somebody who was just a floor above him. If he was just a brute, he could easily broke in to Fuji's room and do whatever he needs to do to ease the tension he feels on a certain part of his lower body.

The thought of how Fuji sucked him off before made his cock ache in arousal. He never wanted to feel this way right now. But Fuji's presence is an aphrodisiac. He could just stand there and smile, and Sanada could surely get a hard on.

'Damn it!' he silently cursed himself as he felt himself growing painfully hard.

With a helpless sigh, Sanada stood up and went in the bathroom.

Fuji bit his lower lip to prevent a throaty moan.

He had a hard on. And the best way, if not the only way, he could think of as of the moment is to make himself come.

He honestly didn't know why. But Sanada's presence around him seemed to have increased his naturally high level of libido. To make things worse, he seemed to be finding it more and more difficult to keep himself from being aroused every time Sanada looked at him straight in the eye as if seeing more of him from the inside.

It was difficult. It's always been difficult to stay at ease and walk as naturally as ever around the house when you have a hard on. When he saw Sanada's appreciative look as they admired their work together, he was almost tempted to free his dilemma right then, right there regardless of whoever is present.

Good thing he was still thinking.

He worked himself faster and in less than a minute, he came hard on his hand.

Fuji sighed in frustration.

He's really doomed.

Author's Note:

*grins*...( an alternative title for this fic could be, Why Not Sanada!)