That Day (WARNING: SMUT): Chap 4

"No."

A hand gripped Fuji's arm tight and the genius found himself cornered this time.

"Come in then?"

It was a different flush of emotions now as his taller half tried so hard to control.."Fuji, i didn't mean to-"

Tezuka felt embarrassed, almost shameful, that he let his guard down to be led like a young boy holding his mother's hand.

Still a young boy, aren't you..a hand held his. This time, it wasn't a mother's. It was someone else's. Someone whom had a the tighest grip on his heart, never letting go. Is it really love?

If it is..the audacity of him to - !

Betray. A word that he knew and understood so well. A word that he had never meant to let it happen between the both of them.

What happened in the lab was totally wrong. So wrong. But yet, none of them seemed to mind it. Was it planned to test his love? Or his pride?

If so it didn't make any sense. Even more being led upstairs to the room. The room which he half-anticipated and half-dread.

He heard the whispers in their tennis practices. Questioning whispers of whether he and his tensai -

His tensai. A blue-haired bespectacled youth came to mind and mixed emotions came flooding into him and he realised he had let his guard down again - in fact he left his guard the moment his eyes met the blue-azure sea..

There he found himself countered. Single counter. He didn't realised his shirt was off him, only to stifle a groan when his lover's hand teased the zip of his pants. But he wanted to explain, to apologise..he opened his mouth..only to have his lover's lips on his.

"Later..Tezuka..."

Double countered as both fell on the cold floor of the bedroom, he was pinned this time. He wanted to struggled but he was afraid he would hurt the one he most wanted to have..and hold..for the longest time..

"Tezuka.." a voice pleaded.

That voice. He knew so well. Since the day he met the blue azure eyes..

"Fuji, I-"

A slender finger touched his lips to hush him but he felt the soft tickling sensation as it trailed his lips ever so softly.

He tried to stifle himself -

"Ah."

Fuji! When was our pants taken off?! When were we so exposed and -

Tezuka groaned in surprise.

"Gome ne, Tezuka.." he felt his lover's warm breath in his ear, his other hand stroking his neck, "my fingers are cold.."

The blue-azure eyed boy's eyes went wide as he heard the voice he had so longed to hear. "There..warm them, please."

Only Tezuka would say please to him. And no other. Only Tezuka would forgo his pride just for him. Only Tezuka would -

gasp..touch him this way..Tezuka..

As if in response, he felt himself lifted and laid face-down gently, his face exactly on his pillow.

Fuji

He gasped in ecstasy as an excruciating pain went into him as he felt Tezuka's in him, a sound escaped his lips as he felt the sudden weight of his lover's body crushing onto him, working himself slowly yet he could feel an urgency within each motion, feeling the sweat and warm breath of his lover heightened his senses even more, "Punish me.." he pleaded, "please.."

Was it his way of asking for forgiveness? "Fuji.."

"Don't stop, please..."

Torn between his throbbing self within his lover and ending it abruptly to hold him, he could only stop. He had decided.

Slowly he withdrew himself. His lover was in such a fragile state that it pained him so: he couldn't bear to break him despite his lover's moans of protest.

"Pain.."

He realised he had stopped halfway and his lover was moaning in pain and anticipation: the punishment excuted, even without him knowing. The excitement of continuing - he felt himself hardened once more as he slowly - and gently - pushed himself so deep that he could feel his lover arching backwards more than ever before, gasping for air. Fearing they might be heard, he covered his lover's mouth who felt it was a game and chuckled, tracing his fingers with his soft tongue, pushing himself down, forcing himself to meet the hard tip that was already oozing with a little warmth within...ah..more

I'm not Inui..and that's not me..he held his lover in a tight grip that threatened to crush the breath out of him.

Slowly he slided himself up, filling his ears with the sighs of his lover..blood was slowly rushing to his head and his vision darkened as he unknowingly had pushed himself faster and deeper, getting more and more excited as he heard the satisfied gasps of his lover begging him to hurt him even more, feeling his every small warm bursts within. He didn't know who he was anymore - he couldn't remember, he couldn't think, his gasps getting louder in perfect rhythm with his lover's with his every shove that would tear his lover to bleed - he wouldn't let go, he kept him within his tight grip, refusing to let him breathe with every thrust..his lover's gasps rose to a sudden shrill of ecstasy..

HE'S MINE

He bore himself deep within, gripping his lover in embrace which only the two of them share - and with one final effort -

his burst of warmth within his lover, shuddered, moaning as he felt his muscles twitching and relaxing as his warmth left him..

A gasp commanded.

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Evening.

He wouldn't want him to go, as he sucked his taller half's lower lip. He wanted his lover all to himself and no one else. But he had to let go. To give them time for their own schedules, their own preferences, their own fantasies..

But this evening he was led by the hand of whom he would loved to spend his entire life with - as long as it doesn't come too much into his plans. And this evening he was led out of the house. This evening he wouldn't stay at home as he used to.

Let anyone wonder the poundings and bangings in the tennis club's locker rooms. Let anyone wonder about muffled sounds as well. Let anyone wonder about a tennis racket in the bin. Let anyone wonder about the lingering stains on some of the taps, sinks and test-tubes of the laboratory -

- and discreetly on their uniforms.