Before You Go

All was quiet.

Darkness faded, greeted by the soft rays of the morning sun filling up the room. Clothes were tossed carelessly all around, surrounding the bed with its blanket half hanging at its side, saved by its other half which is also almost to its bedside, held on by a sleeping beauty.

The alarm rang, signalled by its radio. A hand weakly reached out, gropped around it and switched it off. A moan got the other to stir beside him.

"Morning.." was his usual greeting.."you have to go?"

In reply his lover kissed him on his forehead, stroking the stray strands of his fringe. "I have to."

"How long?"

"Months," was the almost curt answer as warmth left him replaced by a cold blanket.

"Will you...be back?"

The rustling of a shirt stopped.

Tezuka Kunimitsu sat onto the bed, right beside Fuji who reached out and trailed his fingers along his lover's member, softly laughing in delight at his lover who went hard immediately, "Syusuke.."

It was Fuji's idea to break the tradition of calling each other not by surname - more intimate that way, he told his lover who blushed - always immediately - whenever Fuji would tease him.

"..can't.."

"Can't what?" he had slid himself up towards his lover's ear, whispering silkly, taking his lover's hand to his own member, fingering his lovers' fingers to feel him.

"Fu.." he tried to dissuade - but it was always futile. At the back of his mind he asked himself if what they had been doing was right. How would anyone not notice the strange vibes of intimitacy they are silently exchanging with each other?

Poker face, just like that fella his lover had answered him.

Oshitari!

Fuji's eyes flared open as he grabbed his lover's hand away from him before he hurt him with his grip. Without a word, his lover shot up from the bed and began dressing himself quickly before another wave of suggestion would stop him again.

"That fella...you are thinking about him?"

Only Fuji's voice could stop what Tezuka Kunimitsu was doing - anything.

Fuji could only see his lover's back. There was no response - but he knew his lover was blaming himself again.

Inui was too strong - he did not underestimate their data collector. Neither did he blame his lover. He knew this would happen. And the same with Oshitari.

His lover knew something was amiss when he found Oshitari's racket in their sports room.

Broken. He was the only one who could pull his lover back to him.

That day practice had ended. Everyone had gone home. Except for two - in the sports room. 

They had not been speaking to each other since then. Fuji was the first to break the silence with a letter that almost made his lover ran almost frantically back to class from the restroom after the bell had rung, much to his delight, and smiled as Kikamaru saw the "flying captain" and came up with so many possibilities of why their captain's punctuality record been broken.

Was it yesterday..his sister would not be coming home. Fuji would be alone. He knew everyone was staring at their captain (who had been silent with a gaze that was stricter than usual) but he distracted them (their captain was really overwhelmed with their endless questions of concern and well-wishes) with his sunshine smile that would melt even the "kun" girls as they both left school for the day. Tezuka..t'is the night or never..

Tezuka would be leaving for Germany soon - today..

All he ever wanted was to be with him but he could not say it, only to find himself burying his tear-streaked face on the smooth strong back of his lover. His body was wracked with sobs as he felt his lover turning around and held him in the soft warm darkness of comfort. No one else could give him such security, such silent reassurance of loving him all over again.

"Suman," he heard his lover whispered. It was further emphasised with Tezuka's voluntary response to stay longer..in bed.