[Prince of Tennis] [ZukaFuji (Romantic)] [Set#2/Theme#4 weapons] There is...
Title: There is...
Author:
serenityrages
Set + Theme: 2 + 4
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(platonic or romantic): ZukaFuji (Romantic)
Rating: PG
Genre(s): Angst, Romance
Warning(s): Yaoi and adult situations
Word Count: 413
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A companion fic to "Mistakes", "Consequences of Mistakes" and "Since the Accident". Unless you've read those, it probably won't make much sense.
There is something inherently lethal in Fuji's eyes, something surprisingly feral in his smile when he looks at Tezuka.
It takes Fuji three days to charm all the nurses into looking the other way when he approaches Tezuka.
---
There is little happiness in Tezuka's sickness. He has forgotten everything, so Fuji educates him, with pictures and sensations that both of them had forgotten with the passage of time. His handicap now becomes something of a journey of rediscovery for both of them.
The Seigaku team, Fuji says, running his fingers over the young faces. That you led to the Nationals.
This is where we went together for the first time, after we graduated from high school.
This is us at my sister's wedding in Tokyo.
This is, Fuji whispers, breath hitching as he straddles Tezuka. Our favorite mutual activity.
In Tezuka's education, there is also something in it that strikes Fuji as erotic. They have been reduced to their first boyish fumblings in the locker room when everyone else has left. Tezuka runs shaking fingers up Fuji's hip. Fuji moans, arching his back and he closes his eyes.
Come back, is what Fuji murmurs with every thrust of his hips. Come back and be my Captain again.
---
Fuji wields his sexuality like a weapon. He dangles it in front of people, tempting, arousing their desires until they are completely mesmerized and compliant to his bidding.
Tezuka uses his memory (or rather, his lack of it) as a tool. It's not the same as Fuji's use of his charm because Tezuka wields his amnesia like a blind man waving around a sword.
Unconsciously.
---
Tezuka doesn't know what prompts him to buy roses.
But he does and he holds them out to Fuji now, earnestly, like a teenage boy offering lilies to his first date.
Fuji accepts the bouquet with a smile, and he waits until Tezuka's back is turned before he bends his head so his hot tears fall on the rose petals, staining them burgundy.
---
It is not only the charm and saccharine sweetness that Fuji exudes that forces the nurses to look away when Fuji walks toward Tezuka, steadily, almost like a predator.
It is, instead the raw desperation Fuji displays in his eyes when Tezuka finally turns toward him, a similar need coloring his features.
In their desire, there is a startling quality of beauty.
And in their despair, a certain level of hope.
---
end
---
Author:
serenityragesSet + Theme: 2 + 4
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(platonic or romantic): ZukaFuji (Romantic)
Rating: PG
Genre(s): Angst, Romance
Warning(s): Yaoi and adult situations
Word Count: 413
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A companion fic to "Mistakes", "Consequences of Mistakes" and "Since the Accident". Unless you've read those, it probably won't make much sense.
There is something inherently lethal in Fuji's eyes, something surprisingly feral in his smile when he looks at Tezuka.
It takes Fuji three days to charm all the nurses into looking the other way when he approaches Tezuka.
---
There is little happiness in Tezuka's sickness. He has forgotten everything, so Fuji educates him, with pictures and sensations that both of them had forgotten with the passage of time. His handicap now becomes something of a journey of rediscovery for both of them.
The Seigaku team, Fuji says, running his fingers over the young faces. That you led to the Nationals.
This is where we went together for the first time, after we graduated from high school.
This is us at my sister's wedding in Tokyo.
This is, Fuji whispers, breath hitching as he straddles Tezuka. Our favorite mutual activity.
In Tezuka's education, there is also something in it that strikes Fuji as erotic. They have been reduced to their first boyish fumblings in the locker room when everyone else has left. Tezuka runs shaking fingers up Fuji's hip. Fuji moans, arching his back and he closes his eyes.
Come back, is what Fuji murmurs with every thrust of his hips. Come back and be my Captain again.
---
Fuji wields his sexuality like a weapon. He dangles it in front of people, tempting, arousing their desires until they are completely mesmerized and compliant to his bidding.
Tezuka uses his memory (or rather, his lack of it) as a tool. It's not the same as Fuji's use of his charm because Tezuka wields his amnesia like a blind man waving around a sword.
Unconsciously.
---
Tezuka doesn't know what prompts him to buy roses.
But he does and he holds them out to Fuji now, earnestly, like a teenage boy offering lilies to his first date.
Fuji accepts the bouquet with a smile, and he waits until Tezuka's back is turned before he bends his head so his hot tears fall on the rose petals, staining them burgundy.
---
It is not only the charm and saccharine sweetness that Fuji exudes that forces the nurses to look away when Fuji walks toward Tezuka, steadily, almost like a predator.
It is, instead the raw desperation Fuji displays in his eyes when Tezuka finally turns toward him, a similar need coloring his features.
In their desire, there is a startling quality of beauty.
And in their despair, a certain level of hope.
---
end
---