RP Log: Fuji and Tezuka

[kunimitsuno]

Date: Morning, February 2, 2007
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Continuation of the night before. Tezuka wakes to Fuji. They seem to be making up for lost time, these boys. Tezuka is almost late for work, and as a result is somewhat ... well, soft. And more prone to smiling.



Waking to Fuji's hair in his mouth, Tezuka shook his head lightly. His alarm clock had not yet gone off, he thought, and looked for the time. Before he could, though, it beeped. loudly, and Tezuka hurried for the button, wondering if that had awakened Fuji.

If it had, Fuji had no wish to stir. His head still rested against Tezuka's chest, breathing deeply but regularly.

Relieved, Tezuka put his alarm clock back on the shelf, and then leaned down, gently nuzzling the top of Fuji's head. "I love you," he said, quietly, and then tried to extricate himself from the other so he could prepare breakfast and go to work.

But the spy's hold was strong, refusing to let the other go. Which was an indication that he was awake, merely... not wishing to be.

It didn't take long for Tezuka to realize that, too. "Syusuke," he said, gently stroking Fuji's hair. "I need to get up."

"Says who?" Came the sleepy response. Tezuka was comfortable against him, and a very suitable pillow.

"I'm sure the government of Japan would prefer that I earned my salary," Tezuka said, squeezing Fuji.

"You've been earning your salary well enough for the last... I don't know how many years." Fuji nuzzled the agent's chest. "They can give you a free ticket for all that overtime you did."

"I shouldn't let my guard down," Tezuka said, and he fingered Fuji's light brown strands.

"Why not?" Fuji murmured, pulling Tezuka even closer.

Tezuka stroked Fuji's hair, and pressed Fuji's head to his chest. If the CIA called, Fuji would have to get up and go, just as Tezuka would if his country did. He didn't say anything, though, and merely shifted again, gently pulling away. "There's always tonight."

That reminded him of the ring, still on the bedside table.

"But it's so far away." Despite his protest, Fuji slowly rose. Only to collapse again on top of Tezuka, with a fully conscious and playful smile.

"Syu--" it was cut off with an 'oof' as Fuji landed on top of Tezuka. He barely managed to duck his head away in time as Fuji came dangerously close to cracking his jaw by accident.

And the spy only smiled wider at the implication.

Tezuka stroked Fuji's back, marvelling at the soft silky warmth. "Less than twelve hours, Syusuke," he said, and he gently kissed the top of Fuji's head.

"What do I get then?" The brunet smiled like the spoilt feline he was. "What would you reward me with?"

In response, Tezuka stroked Fuji's skin again, a touch full of promise.

"Fine." The spy gave the agent a light kiss on the lips before moving to rise from the bed... finally.

"Thank you," Tezuka said, and he sat up, then pulled Fuji to him for another kiss, before standing. Breakfast would merely be toast and coffee unless Fuji wanted anything else. "What would you like for breakfast?"

The spy thought about the question carefully before tip-toeing and leaning in. "You," Fuji answered in a sweet voice.

The words sent fire up his spine, and Tezuka bit his lip, trying to forget that he had heard them. "Syusuke," he said, a look of hunger and exasperation in his voice. One had to get ready for work.

"What? You asked." The brunet smiled innocently, as if he could do no wrong.

Tezuka was _not_ going to ask that Fuji do it. He thinned his lips together, more to save himself from trying, and said, "Is toast alright, or would you like something else?"

"How about buttered?" The spy seemed to sniff at Tezuka's skin, licking it lightly.

Buttered toast was Tezuka's favorite, but Fuji was ... sniffing at him. "Do I smell?" Tezuka said, and he wondered if he could check surreptitiously.

"Like toast." The spy answered, mouth against the agent's skin. "Very nicely... buttered."

The tone Fuji said it in was so irresistable, Tezuka knew he was going to be frustrated all day if he didn't do something about it NOW. His cock was already starting to harden just thinking about Fuji, and eating, and butter. He groaned, and then pulled Fuji up to him, kissing the other man deeply.

Fuji was definitely not smirking as he was pulled and kissed. "What about work?" The spy breathed against the other's lips, teasingly.

Gods. "Tease," Tezuka said, frustrated as he glanced at the clock. It was either breakfast or Fuji, and he knew he would take longer with Fuji. Torn, he glared at Fuji instead, and tried to think of ways to forget that he wanted Fuji now.

"Who, me?" The spy smiled innocently as he broke the kiss, only to trail his lips down as his hands was already stripping the dark haired man of his pants. "Can't eat when dressed like this now, can you?" He murmured as his teeth closed around a hardening nipple though the pajamas.

Tezuka's breath caught. "Syu ..." he said, trailing off with a slight intake of breath. He dared not moved, afraid lest if he did the spell would be broken, because oh heavens above, Fuji was touching him like this, and he wondered if they would have needed to endure this much pain if Fuji had done it years earlier.

Perhaps they wouldn't, perhaps it was simply their fate to endure time until the fruit was ripe. "You'll be on time for work," the spy promised as he kissed down to the other man's belly, one hand lifting his top so he could lick at the defined muscles as the other pushed the pants off Tezuka's hips so that it pooled around the agent's ankles.

Not if he wanted to give Fuji the same treatment. "You?" Tezuka asked, because he couldn't say no now that Fuji was before him and Tezuka wanted it to happen badly.

Fuji chuckled. "As long as you give me a good show." The spy whipered as he finally reached there, and slowly gave the already hard member a tentative lick at the tip.

A good show? Before Tezuka could ask, Fuji licked his tip, and he drew in breath, hardly daring to move, afraid that if he did Fuji would be distracted, would change his mind.

The spy's tongue slowly swirled against the tip as his fingers gently ran their tips against the spine along the length. His other hand had found the two below and was gently massaging them, playing with them as if one would a cherished toy.

Oh. That felt very, very, VERY good. "Don't stop," Tezuka managed, breath quickening, hands sliding down to tangle in Fuji's hair. Part of him wondered if perhaps finding something to lean against or sit on would be a good idea, because if this was going to be anything like the last time, Tezuka thought he would need it in a few minutes.

As if reading the other's thoughts, Fuji pulled away, licking his lips slowly. "Want a change of scenery?"

No, I just want you to keep going. "Bed," Tezuka said, and he bent down, stroking, touching Fuji, before heading over to sit on the edge of it.

Fuji chuckled at the answer, waiting until the other sat down before he knelt between Tezuka's legs. "I'll do a better job next time, when we have more time," the spy whispered before slowly taking the hardened member into his mouth.

"I find nothing to complain about," Tezuka murmured, already stroking Fuji's hair again, unable to take his eyes off Fuji's mouth on him. He could feel himself twitch as Fuji's heat enveloped him, and he bit his lip.

"You will later." Fuji managed to murmur around Tezuka's length. His hands once again playing with the two below, the spy dipped his head to make sure he took everything into his mouth before pulling away, and repeated the movement again and again.

A low moan. "I ... doubt ... that," Tezuka said, because what Fuji was doing right now felt very, very good.

Pulling away once more, Fuji nibbled and pulled at the sensitive skin with his teeth, gently while one of his thumbs reached up to flicker its nail at the leaking hole at the tip.

That was both painful and intense pleasure. With a hiss, Tezuka jerked backwards out of pure instinct, only to be stopped by his knees. "Careful," he said, but it was breathless and apologetic.

"Same to you." Fuji licked at the length, savoring each ridge like a delicacy.

The only response Tezuka managed was a soft sigh of pleasure, and a slight momentary tightening of the fingers in Fuji's hair as he took a deep breath and tried to relax. It was difficult to do when any moment now, Fuji might do something that would make Tezuka's toes curl, he thought, fascinated at the sight of Fuji.

As much as he would like to make Tezuka writhe at the moment, Fuji understood the other's (obessive) need to be on time, and abandoned all idea of torturing him any father. "Just don't wake the neighbors," Fuji said with a wink before going down on the agent once more, quicker than he did before.

"They're pro--" Probably at work, Tezuka wanted to reply, but Fuji's tongue did something, and Tezuka cut himself off with a gasp, fingers fisting in the blanket. Relax, he told himself, but it was difficult when he felt like suddenly sparks of pleasure were going off all over his body. "Syusuke," he groaned, softly.

Getting a desirable reaction was always a good motivation to do it once more, and Fuji did. One hand wrapping itself around the other's length, he began to pump in conjunction with sucking on the agent's member. Letting the pace steadily increase because hey, they were on a schedule.

Tezuka could feel it, Fuji's mouth inexorably pushing him, pulling him, dragging him towards release. The problem was, Fuji was so good, Tezuka was indeed getting VERY swiftly towards release, and it was going to be difficult to hold back. He could feel it already, the pressure growing deep in his groin. He moaned again, fingers tightening. "Gods ... Syusuke ... soon ..."

The delicious voice only prompted Fuji to go faster and harder at his task, but not before encircling his fingers tightly around the base of Tezuka's cock. They had a bit more time. The agent was ahead of schedule (as always.)

It wasn't as if Tezuka could notice right now, because the delicious buzz before the drop was building, higher and higher. He moaned again, unable to stop himself from sliding back, propping himself on his elbows as his fists creased the sheets, and thrust upwards into Fuji's mouth.

And the spy hungrily drank every expression and movement the other man made, savoring every sound that passed through his handler's lips. He knew the other was close, he could feel the throbbing under the burning skin under his lips. But he liked to push others close to the edge. He had on the roof, and he would do so now.

"Syusuke ..." Tezuka moaned again, breath hitching in his throat. He closed his eyes, head thrown back, panting, trying not to make too much noise.

But everything the spy did seemed to deny that determination. Every movement of Fuji's hands and mouth seemed to want to pull as much noise forth as possible, and there was always that tightening hoop made by the slender fingers to make sure he would get what he wanted.

Bucking again, Tezuka moaned, and his hands gave way. His head on the mattress now, Tezuka writhed, feeling himself poised on the peak, but for some reason not being able to cross. "Syu-- oh god, Syusuke ..."

Blue eyes quickly darted over to the clock before returning to their position on the agent. They had five more minutes, five whole full minutes.

Too bad for Tezuka he didn't know what Fuji was thinking. His eyes were still shut, and he thrust up again, another moan of pleasure on his lips.

With one hand still holding tightly at the base and the other pumping the agent furiously, Fuji pulled away to observe Tezuka. "I can't understand a thing you are saying." The spy observed with a smile, loving his view.

If Tezuka had an answer, he'd already forgotten it. "Mmm," he moaned instead, writhing again.

"Four minutes and twenty... eighteen seconds." The spy licked at the other's navel.

"Wh ... hn?" Tezuka recognized that there was some information here, but he was unclear what Fuji meant. His fingers in Fuji's hair spasmed lightly as a tremor of need passed through him, and he moaned. "Syu ..."

But just as it started, it ended. Fuji smiled at the other, playfully. "Yes, Kunimitsu?"

Tezuka blinked, and then tried to thrust up. "Don't stop," he growled.

"I thought I should give you extra time to get ready for work." Fuji smiled up at the agent, his tongue circling Tezuka's navel.

The look in Tezuka's eyes was impatient disbelief. "Syusuke," he said, and considered begging for only a brief moment.

"Hmm?" The spy climbed up, his eyes full of mischievousness as he bend down to kiss the agent's lips. "Three minutes."

Understanding dawned in Tezuka's eyes, and now they were pleading. "Syusuke," he said, tone of voice shifting a little, but he opened his mouth to kiss Fuji, arms reaching up to wrap around the other.

It was difficult to keep his own hands off Fuji, though, and Tezuka's fingers drifted down, stroking soft silky skin.

"Yes?" The other smiled cat-like into the kiss, sliding his body back slightly along the agent's torso until he was straddling the other man at the hips.

Instead of answering, Tezuka watched Fuji, and then reached out, seeking Fuji's length.

The spy's eyes glazed over lightly as Tezuka's hand found Fuji under the boxers the brunet was wearing. "What is it?" He steeled his expression, continued to smile as if nothing was happening.

"I love you." Tezuka's fingers stroked.

"That's good to know." Fuji's voice strained lightly.

In response, Tezuka squeezed, and then began the same rhythmic pattern Fuji used on him earlier.

The spy couldn't help but to cringe on top of the agent. "You are going to be late." Fuji managed to murmur between steadily increasing breathing.

"Then come with me," Tezuka said, the look in his eyes clearly indicating which meaning he meant.

"How?" Fuji continued to smirk lightly, even as his expression clearly shown that he was tensing up.

In response, Tezuka tugged at Fuji's pants, wondering if Fuji minded being on top this time.

Fuji had no argument by the way the spy allowed himself to be stripped. "Kunimitsu..." Fuji moaned lightly before be began to push backwards, struggling to take in the agent despite himself not being stretched and without lube.

"Syusuke--" Tezuka bit off the moan, noticed the pain on Fuji's face, and frantically reached, but the drawer was on the other side. "You don't have to-- over there, lube-- aah ..."

But the spy didn't listen, and he continued to take in Tezuka's hard member to the hilt, letting out an explosive breath as he finally did.

After the first moments, Tezuka stopped trying, because if Fuji chose not to listen there was no way to get him to do something, and also because Tezuka had to use his full concentration not to buck and thrust up into Fuji's tight, enveloping, welcoming heat, even tighter because there was no lubrication there, though perhaps some small amount of Fuji's saliva had remained. He was tense and his fingers curled, fisting into the sheets even as his toes gripped the carpet as they hung over the edge of the bed.

Fuji bit down on his lips to not cry out from the pain, but there wasn't only pain, there was pleasure. He wanted to feel Tezuka, the thrill of skin on skin with nothing to come between them. "I'm going to move." The spy breathed, even as his body was still wracked with pain as he did.

"Careful," Tezuka managed, and then he moaned, because Fuji moving on top of him was ... he had no words to describe it, because it felt like heaven again, and he couldn't help but wish he didn't have to leave for work. But he did, and in the meantime, Fuji was there, and Tezuka writhed again with a groan of pleasure.

It wasn't clear if Fuji had heard the caution. Not that it mattered, the spy had always found the mixture of pain and pleasure intoxicating, and he adored the feelings as they wracked his body with the opposing sensations. So he moved, rolling between thrusts of his hips. Silently crying the agent's name as waves and waves of crackling energy ran through him.

Fuji was tight and hot and moving in ways that had Tezuka writhing and groaning, and it was suddenly all too much for him. With a cry, Tezuka came, fisting in the sheets, then one arm reaching out blindly for Fuji, raking down Fuji's thigh as his eyes closed tightly.

The spy continued to move even as the other once again splashed his inside with scorching seeds, as the cum acted as the much needed lubrication. Blue eyes were on the agent, watching intently as the other man came, his hips continued to thrust to prolong Tezuka's orgasm. Now if only the warm hand on his member wasn't touching him so roughly and so...

The pain on his thigh tilted the balance. Muscles clenched down on the still-convulsing member tightly, milking it for a few more wild thrusts before the brunet came.

Tezuka could feel Fuji's orgasm, felt the warmth on his chest as Fuji came onto it, and he bit his lip as he felt Fuji tighten around him, crying out from the increased stimulation. It was painfully intense and he suspected that he would be walking VERY carefully today.

His mind clearing very slowly, Tezuka reached out for Fuji, pulling the other down so that he could hold Fuji a few moments. His eyes flicked over to the clock, and then he groaned, softly, as much from movement as from the realisation that he would not have breakfast today.

"You are late." There was no doubt in the weak voice as Fuji spoke, still gasping for breath on top of his handler. He could still feel Tezuka inside of him, and made no move to disconnect, he was comfortable.

"Not if I skip breakfast." Tezuka didn't want to get up, either, but if he didn't he _would_ indeed be late. He squeezed Fuji in his arms, and then nudged Fuji. "I must get up."

But the brunet only laughed. "I though you just had breakfast. Unless you need another plate."

Tezuka groaned lightly, gently stroking Fuji's cheek. "That was you. Mine is dessert after dinner."

Fuji smiled before leaning down to kiss Tezuka lightly. "You should go to work." The words were there, but the slender body did not move.

"I should." Tezuka nuzzled the other, and gently kissed Fuji. "Let me get up, Fuji." He needed two minutes under the shower.

"Do I have to?" Note to self: Do not join under shower or Tezuka might as well ask for the day off.

Tezuka nuzzled Fuji. "Please." He would save the days off for a time that would really be beneficial. Such as an extended trip to a certain mountain.

Fuji was looking forward to the trip, even if he would be thinking otherwise on top of the mountain, freezing even under ten layers. "Please what?" The spy smiled innocently.

"I need to work," Tezuka said, a trace of exasperation creeping into his voice.

"That is nice." Fuji nuzzled the man. "And?" Obviously no one ever had checked Saeki's attendance for the past five, six years or so everytime Fuji was in town.

"Syusuke ..." Tezuka groaned, nudging Fuji harder.

"Yes, that is my name." Fuji was comfortable, and to make matters worse (or just to rub it in) he was swinging his legs in the air.

Tezuka sighed. "Please," he said, stroking Fuji's back. "I'd like to be on time for work." He'd already given up the idea of being anywhere near early.

"You'll get there before the end of the day." The spy smiled sweetly as he held up his face with his arms, his elbows resting on Tezuka's chest.

"I need to be there by nine," Tezuka pointed out, and he tried to get up, arms holding Fuji to him so that the other wouldn't fall, then trying to forcibly roll over so that Fuji was no longer on top of him.

"But that's when the Nightly news comes on, and you always watch the news." Fuji laughed, trying (not too hard though) to stand his ground.

"Not nine in the evening," Tezuka groaned in exasperation, and he finally won, rolling Fuji over so that it was him on top pinning Fuji down now. He nibbled Fuji's lips, and then stroked Fuji's face, nuzzling the other man. "I love you," he said, again, and then he was up, disappearing into the shower. It would have to be FAST.

Fuji chuckled as he watched the other man disappear into the shower. Cleaning himself with tissues nearby, Fuji picked up the ring gently from the nightstand, letting it roll gently in his palm.

"I'm sorry." The spy's eyes softened as he held the ring to his chest between his palms. He stayed there for a few more moments before he redressed and put the ring carefully in his breast pocket.

Tezuka was done in five minutes. When he finally came out, his hair was slightly tousled from the rigorous towelling, and only slightly damp. Just for today, it could dry on the train. He had boxers on, but nothing else--the rest of his clothes were in the closet in this room. It wouldn't take him very long to dress, if Fuji didn't distract him.

And Fuji didn't, giving the man a soft smile as the other entered, brushing by as he headed to the kitchen to look for some quick Tezuka-feed.

A plain white shirt, black pants, and Tezuka was done. His tie was a boring blue-striped grey, understated and blending in with the background like the rest of his ensemble today. He set his briefcase down, adjusting his jacket, and then went to see what Fuji was doing in the kitchen. "Leaving in two minutes," he said as he walked through the doorway.

"Ever consider the back-up job of a foreman?" Fuji teased gently from his position at the microwave, warming a cup of tea for them since he was unable to find food, but unwilling to let Tezuka leave with a totally empty stomach.

"They start at 6," Tezuka responded, deadpan. "I wouldn't be able to jog in the morning."

Fuji paused a little before he chuckled, and a heartbeat later the microwave was joining in. Opening the appliance, Fuji took out Tezuka's green cup and handed to him. "Oh, is there actually a thing as 'too early' for the almighty Tezuka?"

Tezuka merely gave Fuji an eloquent look. "Regular sleep keeps us alert."

"Right, regular." The spy smiled as he leaned against the wall in front of the other man. "I kept track of your work hours you know."

Tezuka merely gave him another look, and then shook his head, conceding the point. "Thank you," he said, sipping the tea. Then he noticed Fuji didn't have anything. "You aren't eating?"

"I'll have something later." Fuji smiled gently, hiding the fact that he really didn't have much of a appetite lately. One could say there were too many things on his mind, or rather... heart.

Frowning, Tezuka took Fuji's hand again, noticing not for the first time in the last week that Fuji was still much too thin. "Eat. Promise me you'll have a proper meal."

"I will." Fuji nodded easily, agreeing casually. "You should hurry, you have less than a minute."

"You promised," Tezuka said, and he drank his tea. "I have to leave," he announced, putting the teacup down in the sink and filling it with a little bit of water before he paused and stroked Fuji's hair. "Do ... you want a key?"

Fuji only smiled, he said he would, but he'd never really 'promised' or said when he would get to it. "Did you change the lock?" The spy looked up into Tezuka's eyes, he had kept his copy from before the agent moved.

"No." He had not yet officially moved out, and so moving in was merely a matter of moving boxes.

"Then I still have my old copy, if you don't mind." The spy leaned into the gentle stroking, comforted by the affectionate caresses. "You should get going."

"Aa." He didn't want to, now that he really did have to leave, but he trusted Fuji would be back tonight. And if not ... Tezuka would wait. He stroked Fuji's cheek, and then leaned down, kissing the other's lips lightly. "Until later," he said.

There was one thing Fuji believed and that was there was always time for a proper goodbye kiss. To keep one's mind and heart light and warm through the day where the world might try to hurl hardships at them. Leaning up, Fuji resumed the kiss, deepening it.

Kissing back, Tezuka tightened his arms around Fuji, savoring the other until he knew if he didn't leave NOW, he would be late. Breaking it at last, gently, he closed his eyes, more to regain control rather than look at Fuji's kiss-swollen lips and ravish the other man immediately. "Let's go," he said.

Fuji nodded quitely, resuming his habitual position slightly behind Tezuka's left although all he wanted to do was to take his handler's arm. "Have a good day." The spy whispered.

Pausing a moment, Tezuka turned, gave Fuji a look, and then reached out his arm, taking it in his own. "One would think you were actually shy," he said, quietly as the door locked behind them.

"You don't like me shy?" Fuji smiled but his expression turned serious. "Should you... be this public?"

"No," Tezuka said as the elevator doors closed. He didn't let go until they were out of it, though.

Once released, Fuji purposely fell behind slightly once more, as if he just couldn't let himself to be Tezuka's equal. "My bike is that way?" The spy pointed to the opposite direction as they exited the building's lobby.

Oh. Tezuka didn't have one, because the building was close enough to the train station that it had not been necessary. "Aa." He bit his lips, and then thought of the kiss, and turned, giving Fuji a rare slight smile. "See you later," he said, and then he walked briskly towards the station.

Fuji watched Tezuka walked away until the morning crowd blocked his view of the man. He didn't want to admit that his bike was the opposite way of the station because he purposely parked it there. Sighing lightly, Fuji turned once more to go on his way, his own way, alone.