(FIC) Apologies for Fairiesgonenuts by Your Secret Admirer
For: fairiesgonenuts
By: trinityblack
Title: Apologies
Pairing: TezuFuji
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fuji feels like he comes second to Tezuka's work. When Tezuka tries to show him otherwise, it's already a little late.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this, fairiesgonenuts - and sorry it turned out a little on the angsty side…
The reds and oranges of the setting sun painted the crisp white walls of the apartment. Only one person was around to see the display and he was paying it no attention. Instead the mousy-haired man was sat at the dining table staring blankly out of the apartment's large window. A bottle of wine sat in the middle of the table uncorked and forgotten in a bucket of ice slowly turning to water.
The man stood and turned sharply at the sound of footsteps in the hallway. He waited for them to stop. Waited for a key to turn in the lock. The footsteps continued down the corridor.
The man did not retake his seat - instead he walked into the apartment's study. He quickly wrote a note, leaving it on the desk once he had completed it.
The man walked out of the apartment without a moment's hesitation.
* * * * *
Tezuka Kunimitsu entered his apartment and looked around. He was expecting to find Fuji waiting for him, but there was no sign of the other man. "Fuji? Are you here?"
Tezuka took off his shoes and set his briefcase down beside them. "Shuusuke?" Walking through into the main room Tezuka noticed that someone else had definitely been in his apartment; a bottle of wine was sat in an ice bucket in the middle of the dining table. Only Fuji could have left that there. Tezuka looked around, half expecting his lover to appear from behind him.
With still no sign of Fuji Tezuka felt his apartment was starting to feel empty. Tezuka was sure Fuji had said that he would be visiting him tonight - but where had he gone Tezuka began a more thorough search of his apartment.
It wasn't until he checked the study that Tezuka found a note from Fuji.
"Tezuka,
Hope you are well. Dinner is in the fridge - salad is good for you.
See you soon
Fuji"
Tezuka read the note again; he was a little surprised by the brief tone. An unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach told Tezuka that something was wrong.
Fuji was obviously upset.
Tezuka was obviously the one who had upset him.
Tezuka sat down and looked at the note for the third time. He ran his hands through his hair and sat thinking about what to do.
Tonight wasn't supposed to be like this.
* * * * *
There was a lone lamp on in Fuji's apartment. Fuji himself was sat on the sofa with his knees pulled up to his chest. He wasn't crying - he was too used to coming second to Tezuka's job for him to be that upset. Briefly Fuji wondered if Tezuka was even home yet, whether he had found his note. He shook his head slowly - worrying about it wouldn't make a difference. There was no way of knowing anyway.
The knock on the door interrupted Fuji's thoughts.
"Fuji?" It was Tezuka. "Fuji, are you there?"
Fuji made no move to leave the sofa.
"I didn't mean to come home so late. I had something important to do." Fuji scoffed, catching himself too late to stop Tezuka from hearing.
"Talk to me, please." Tezuka's tone of voice alone nearly broke Fuji's will. At least until he remembered how many times he had heard his lover's excuses before. Fuji's vengeful side came out in force - maybe this time Tezuka could be the one left hurting.
"Shuusuke, I'm sorry. I love you. I don't know what else I can say." Tezuka's voice was quiet and Fuji was unsure if Tezuka was even talking to him anymore; maybe he was just thinking out loud. It didn't matter Fuji wasn't answering the other man's questions.
"I had my reasons - you were going to find out tonight. Let me explain."
Fuji didn't understand Tezuka's persistence - surely it was clear he wasn't in the mood to listen.
"I'll go now; give you space." The sound of something being pushed under the door startled Fuji. "Look over this - tell me what you think soon."
Fuji waited until Tezuka's footsteps could no longer be heard in the corridor before standing to look at what he had left behind.
Fuji,
I'm sorry I was late for dinner. I had to visit an agent. I hope it makes more sense now.
You're still not getting me in Speedos.
Tezuka
Looking at the picture of a practically deserted beach, obviously cut out of a brochure, ideas began to form in Fuji's mind. It was the plane tickets, however, which made the bad feeling settle in his stomach.
* * * * *
Tezuka Kunimitsu was sat at his desk in his office, looking at his computer screen, and doing absolutely nothing that could be counted as productive. Try as he might to focus his mind on stock options and risk factors Tezuka was distracted. He hadn't heard a thing from Fuji since the terse note of the day before.
Tezuka picked up the phone to call Fuji. For the eighth time that day he put it back down, vowing to wait for Fuji to contact him. The thought crossed Tezuka's mind that Fuji might not contact him. He had been the one in the wrong after all. This time when he picked up the handset he dialled the entire number and listened for his lover's soft voice.
"Hello." It wasn't Fuji - it was his secretary. Tezuka was surprised to hear her voice - he had dialled Fuji's private line. Unless things were so bad that Fuji had decided not to even answer those calls.
"Koso-san, sorry to bother you. Is Fuji there?"
"Tezuka-sama, I thought you would know. Fuji-sama called in sick today."
"I left for work early - it must not have been important enough to tell me. Thank you." Tezuka's response to the secretary was distracted. The Fuji that stood in the doorway didn't look that ill.
"Hello, Tezuka." Fuji said with a small smile on his face. "I brought you lunch."
Tezuka took the small lunch box from Fuji. "Thank you."
"It's fine." Tezuka knew he was talking about more than just the lunch box. "I can't stay long - I've got some holiday shopping to do."
"See you tonight?" Tezuka asked hopefully.
Fuji just nodded as he left Tezuka's office.
* * * * *
This time when Tezuka walked through the door Fuji was waiting for him. He closed the distance between the pair of them in an instant - embracing his taller lover in a hug.
Looking into Tezuka's eyes he saw that he was forgiven. All good deals are sealed with a kiss, Fuji thought. Tezuka's thoughts seemed to echo his own.
The first kiss was simple, a release of much of the tension which had been building between the pair. Tezuka ran his hand slowly through Fuji's hair, as his tongue gently explored Fuji's mouth. Fuji was taken aback at the gentleness of his lover's touch; he had forgotten how good just being with Tezuka could feel.
The next kiss was deeper, to Fuji it felt as though Tezuka was trying to apologise for his recent neglect. Fuji kissed back with a matching passion, trying to show that he had forgiven Tezuka.
Kisses three, four and five melted into many more. It was the touches that accompanied the kisses which became the focus next. Tezuka's hand was resting on the small of Fuji's spine, his thumb tracing minute circles on sensitive skin. Fuji moved his hands from round Tezuka's neck to a new position resting on his cheek.
Tezuka pulled back from Fuji slightly. Tezuka's eyes searched Fuji's own. Fuji hoped that the love he could see in Tezuka's eyes, the love that also felt, was reflected in his own gaze.
Tezuka's smile, open and honest, told Fuji that he had done something right. Fuji couldn't help but smile back. Especially as Tezuka began to lead him towards the bedroom.
By: trinityblack
Title: Apologies
Pairing: TezuFuji
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fuji feels like he comes second to Tezuka's work. When Tezuka tries to show him otherwise, it's already a little late.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this, fairiesgonenuts - and sorry it turned out a little on the angsty side…
The reds and oranges of the setting sun painted the crisp white walls of the apartment. Only one person was around to see the display and he was paying it no attention. Instead the mousy-haired man was sat at the dining table staring blankly out of the apartment's large window. A bottle of wine sat in the middle of the table uncorked and forgotten in a bucket of ice slowly turning to water.
The man stood and turned sharply at the sound of footsteps in the hallway. He waited for them to stop. Waited for a key to turn in the lock. The footsteps continued down the corridor.
The man did not retake his seat - instead he walked into the apartment's study. He quickly wrote a note, leaving it on the desk once he had completed it.
The man walked out of the apartment without a moment's hesitation.
* * * * *
Tezuka Kunimitsu entered his apartment and looked around. He was expecting to find Fuji waiting for him, but there was no sign of the other man. "Fuji? Are you here?"
Tezuka took off his shoes and set his briefcase down beside them. "Shuusuke?" Walking through into the main room Tezuka noticed that someone else had definitely been in his apartment; a bottle of wine was sat in an ice bucket in the middle of the dining table. Only Fuji could have left that there. Tezuka looked around, half expecting his lover to appear from behind him.
With still no sign of Fuji Tezuka felt his apartment was starting to feel empty. Tezuka was sure Fuji had said that he would be visiting him tonight - but where had he gone Tezuka began a more thorough search of his apartment.
It wasn't until he checked the study that Tezuka found a note from Fuji.
"Tezuka,
Hope you are well. Dinner is in the fridge - salad is good for you.
See you soon
Fuji"
Tezuka read the note again; he was a little surprised by the brief tone. An unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach told Tezuka that something was wrong.
Fuji was obviously upset.
Tezuka was obviously the one who had upset him.
Tezuka sat down and looked at the note for the third time. He ran his hands through his hair and sat thinking about what to do.
Tonight wasn't supposed to be like this.
* * * * *
There was a lone lamp on in Fuji's apartment. Fuji himself was sat on the sofa with his knees pulled up to his chest. He wasn't crying - he was too used to coming second to Tezuka's job for him to be that upset. Briefly Fuji wondered if Tezuka was even home yet, whether he had found his note. He shook his head slowly - worrying about it wouldn't make a difference. There was no way of knowing anyway.
The knock on the door interrupted Fuji's thoughts.
"Fuji?" It was Tezuka. "Fuji, are you there?"
Fuji made no move to leave the sofa.
"I didn't mean to come home so late. I had something important to do." Fuji scoffed, catching himself too late to stop Tezuka from hearing.
"Talk to me, please." Tezuka's tone of voice alone nearly broke Fuji's will. At least until he remembered how many times he had heard his lover's excuses before. Fuji's vengeful side came out in force - maybe this time Tezuka could be the one left hurting.
"Shuusuke, I'm sorry. I love you. I don't know what else I can say." Tezuka's voice was quiet and Fuji was unsure if Tezuka was even talking to him anymore; maybe he was just thinking out loud. It didn't matter Fuji wasn't answering the other man's questions.
"I had my reasons - you were going to find out tonight. Let me explain."
Fuji didn't understand Tezuka's persistence - surely it was clear he wasn't in the mood to listen.
"I'll go now; give you space." The sound of something being pushed under the door startled Fuji. "Look over this - tell me what you think soon."
Fuji waited until Tezuka's footsteps could no longer be heard in the corridor before standing to look at what he had left behind.
Fuji,
I'm sorry I was late for dinner. I had to visit an agent. I hope it makes more sense now.
You're still not getting me in Speedos.
Tezuka
Looking at the picture of a practically deserted beach, obviously cut out of a brochure, ideas began to form in Fuji's mind. It was the plane tickets, however, which made the bad feeling settle in his stomach.
* * * * *
Tezuka Kunimitsu was sat at his desk in his office, looking at his computer screen, and doing absolutely nothing that could be counted as productive. Try as he might to focus his mind on stock options and risk factors Tezuka was distracted. He hadn't heard a thing from Fuji since the terse note of the day before.
Tezuka picked up the phone to call Fuji. For the eighth time that day he put it back down, vowing to wait for Fuji to contact him. The thought crossed Tezuka's mind that Fuji might not contact him. He had been the one in the wrong after all. This time when he picked up the handset he dialled the entire number and listened for his lover's soft voice.
"Hello." It wasn't Fuji - it was his secretary. Tezuka was surprised to hear her voice - he had dialled Fuji's private line. Unless things were so bad that Fuji had decided not to even answer those calls.
"Koso-san, sorry to bother you. Is Fuji there?"
"Tezuka-sama, I thought you would know. Fuji-sama called in sick today."
"I left for work early - it must not have been important enough to tell me. Thank you." Tezuka's response to the secretary was distracted. The Fuji that stood in the doorway didn't look that ill.
"Hello, Tezuka." Fuji said with a small smile on his face. "I brought you lunch."
Tezuka took the small lunch box from Fuji. "Thank you."
"It's fine." Tezuka knew he was talking about more than just the lunch box. "I can't stay long - I've got some holiday shopping to do."
"See you tonight?" Tezuka asked hopefully.
Fuji just nodded as he left Tezuka's office.
* * * * *
This time when Tezuka walked through the door Fuji was waiting for him. He closed the distance between the pair of them in an instant - embracing his taller lover in a hug.
Looking into Tezuka's eyes he saw that he was forgiven. All good deals are sealed with a kiss, Fuji thought. Tezuka's thoughts seemed to echo his own.
The first kiss was simple, a release of much of the tension which had been building between the pair. Tezuka ran his hand slowly through Fuji's hair, as his tongue gently explored Fuji's mouth. Fuji was taken aback at the gentleness of his lover's touch; he had forgotten how good just being with Tezuka could feel.
The next kiss was deeper, to Fuji it felt as though Tezuka was trying to apologise for his recent neglect. Fuji kissed back with a matching passion, trying to show that he had forgiven Tezuka.
Kisses three, four and five melted into many more. It was the touches that accompanied the kisses which became the focus next. Tezuka's hand was resting on the small of Fuji's spine, his thumb tracing minute circles on sensitive skin. Fuji moved his hands from round Tezuka's neck to a new position resting on his cheek.
Tezuka pulled back from Fuji slightly. Tezuka's eyes searched Fuji's own. Fuji hoped that the love he could see in Tezuka's eyes, the love that also felt, was reflected in his own gaze.
Tezuka's smile, open and honest, told Fuji that he had done something right. Fuji couldn't help but smile back. Especially as Tezuka began to lead him towards the bedroom.