[Prince of Tennis] [ZukaFuji (Romantic)] [Set#2/Theme#6 Sick; Sickness] Consequences of Mistakes
Title: Consequences of Mistakes
Author:
serenityrages
Set + Theme: 2 + 6
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(platonic or romantic)/Character/Threesome: ZukaFuji (Romantic)
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): Angst mostly
Warning(s): Descriptions of adult situations
Word Count: 584
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me.
Summary: Sequel to "Mistakes". Tezuka and Fuji suffer from their own indiscretions.
Fuji's parents, predictably shocked and disgusted, send him off to a sanatorium to "rehabilitate" his unhealthy fixation for Tezuka. And Tezuka's cock.
Tezuka's family, predictably shocked and saddened at Tezuka's... affliction, sends him to a private hospital in hopes that he will recover. Tezuka doesn't speak anymore, he doesn't think there's anything to say.
Fuji's disease on the hospital's record is, strangely, nymphomania. Fuji filled out the form himself and flirted recklessly with the male nurse on duty, who blushed and stammered and filled Fuji with such power that it was heady and wonderful.
Tezuka's is simply: amnesia. He remembers certain things, the color of the walls of his room when he was three, question number forty-eight on the Seishun Gakuen entrance exam, the color blue like lapiz lazuli, glittering and enticing. When he thinks of the color blue his chest seizes up and he can't breathe, can't think clearly.
By some chance of fate, they're placed only three rooms away from each other. Fuji sees Tezuka the next day at breakfast, and he persuades another nurse to tell him Tezuka's room number. The nurse is powerless against the onslaught of Fuji's irresistible charms, and he succumbs.
Fuji promises himself to visit Tezuka tonight. For the time being, he heads out into the garden, where Tezuka sits on a bench, looking at nothing and thinking of everything.
Tezuka doesn't look up when Fuji approaches him. He stares at the ground as images of his first tennis lesson come back to him, the feel of the tennis racquet in his hand as the world blurs and all he sees is the ball.
Fuji sits down next to Tezuka and leans on him, pressing his face into Tezuka's shoulder, breathing slowly. Tezuka doesn't know who Fuji is anymore.
The nurse sees them and remembers Fuji's parent's stern reminders not to let anyone near their son. He separates them, trying to ignore the prickles of fear that dance on his skin as Fuji glares at him. Tezuka's obedient and he follows the nurse docilely back to his room. Fuji fiddles his fingers at Tezuka, blows him a kiss when Tezuka looks back.
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That night, Fuji makes a pile of pillows resemble a slumbering him under blankets, sneaks out of his room and lets himself into Tezuka's.
Tezuka's reading something, but he looks up when Fuji enters the room. The atmosphere changes, it becomes more charged, more tense as Fuji approaches Tezuka, lying on the bed.
With no warning whatsoever, Fuji pounces and begins to remove his clothes. Tezuka is frozen and unresponsive, but he gives into Fuji as the smaller man shifts his hips so his erection is pressing against Tezuka's.
Tezuka breaks the kiss suddenly, and Fuji, who's pinned down on the bed, blinks up at him owlishly from underneath his long bangs. "Tezuka," Fuji says, hoarsely. "What is it?"
"You're sick," Tezuka replies, and he feels guilty and terrible because he thinks that he took advantage of Fuji in his fragile psychological state.
Fuji chuckles, a low, playful sound in his throat. "And tomorrow, you won't even remember who I am."
Tezuka feels confused and then panicked as Fuji begins to sob.
They fall asleep half-dressed, Fuji's hands fisting in the material of Tezuka's pajamas. Tezuka doesn't remember things exactly, but there's no way that he can forget how Fuji's body fits perfectly against his and his arms move to encircle Fuji.
Fuji's sick and Tezuka doesn't even remember, but tonight, this is enough.
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End
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Author's Note: I'm not really sure on how to finish this. I may do one more piece to round the whole thing off, but I may also finish is here. It depends on the kind of comments that these two will get.
--Rage
Author:
serenityragesSet + Theme: 2 + 6
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(platonic or romantic)/Character/Threesome: ZukaFuji (Romantic)
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): Angst mostly
Warning(s): Descriptions of adult situations
Word Count: 584
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me.
Summary: Sequel to "Mistakes". Tezuka and Fuji suffer from their own indiscretions.
Fuji's parents, predictably shocked and disgusted, send him off to a sanatorium to "rehabilitate" his unhealthy fixation for Tezuka. And Tezuka's cock.
Tezuka's family, predictably shocked and saddened at Tezuka's... affliction, sends him to a private hospital in hopes that he will recover. Tezuka doesn't speak anymore, he doesn't think there's anything to say.
Fuji's disease on the hospital's record is, strangely, nymphomania. Fuji filled out the form himself and flirted recklessly with the male nurse on duty, who blushed and stammered and filled Fuji with such power that it was heady and wonderful.
Tezuka's is simply: amnesia. He remembers certain things, the color of the walls of his room when he was three, question number forty-eight on the Seishun Gakuen entrance exam, the color blue like lapiz lazuli, glittering and enticing. When he thinks of the color blue his chest seizes up and he can't breathe, can't think clearly.
By some chance of fate, they're placed only three rooms away from each other. Fuji sees Tezuka the next day at breakfast, and he persuades another nurse to tell him Tezuka's room number. The nurse is powerless against the onslaught of Fuji's irresistible charms, and he succumbs.
Fuji promises himself to visit Tezuka tonight. For the time being, he heads out into the garden, where Tezuka sits on a bench, looking at nothing and thinking of everything.
Tezuka doesn't look up when Fuji approaches him. He stares at the ground as images of his first tennis lesson come back to him, the feel of the tennis racquet in his hand as the world blurs and all he sees is the ball.
Fuji sits down next to Tezuka and leans on him, pressing his face into Tezuka's shoulder, breathing slowly. Tezuka doesn't know who Fuji is anymore.
The nurse sees them and remembers Fuji's parent's stern reminders not to let anyone near their son. He separates them, trying to ignore the prickles of fear that dance on his skin as Fuji glares at him. Tezuka's obedient and he follows the nurse docilely back to his room. Fuji fiddles his fingers at Tezuka, blows him a kiss when Tezuka looks back.
---
That night, Fuji makes a pile of pillows resemble a slumbering him under blankets, sneaks out of his room and lets himself into Tezuka's.
Tezuka's reading something, but he looks up when Fuji enters the room. The atmosphere changes, it becomes more charged, more tense as Fuji approaches Tezuka, lying on the bed.
With no warning whatsoever, Fuji pounces and begins to remove his clothes. Tezuka is frozen and unresponsive, but he gives into Fuji as the smaller man shifts his hips so his erection is pressing against Tezuka's.
Tezuka breaks the kiss suddenly, and Fuji, who's pinned down on the bed, blinks up at him owlishly from underneath his long bangs. "Tezuka," Fuji says, hoarsely. "What is it?"
"You're sick," Tezuka replies, and he feels guilty and terrible because he thinks that he took advantage of Fuji in his fragile psychological state.
Fuji chuckles, a low, playful sound in his throat. "And tomorrow, you won't even remember who I am."
Tezuka feels confused and then panicked as Fuji begins to sob.
They fall asleep half-dressed, Fuji's hands fisting in the material of Tezuka's pajamas. Tezuka doesn't remember things exactly, but there's no way that he can forget how Fuji's body fits perfectly against his and his arms move to encircle Fuji.
Fuji's sick and Tezuka doesn't even remember, but tonight, this is enough.
---
End
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Author's Note: I'm not really sure on how to finish this. I may do one more piece to round the whole thing off, but I may also finish is here. It depends on the kind of comments that these two will get.
--Rage