[Prince of Tennis] [TezukaFuji (Romantic)] [Set#2/Theme# 2 Delusions] Triptych of Desire:Scene Une
Title: Triptych of Desire: Scene Une
Author:
serenityrages
Set + Theme: 2 + 2
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(platonic or romantic)/Character/Threesome: Pairing (Romantic)
Rating: PG-15
Genre(s): Angst, more Lust than any actual Romance
Warning(s): Slash and adult situations
Word Count: 234
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all related names and titles do not belong to me.
Summary: Fuji promises not to harbor any delusions that Tezuka will ever love him.
Fuji enjoys taunting Tezuka, more than he's willing to admit.
"This," Tezuka's voice is hoarse and Fuji shivers when he hears it. "This doesn't change a thing."
Fuji stays silent and reples with a twist of his hips that makes Tezuka exhale roughly.
"Of course, Buchou," Fuji finally says when they're both lying spent and sated on the tile floor. "I'm not a girl." At his words Tezuka pushes himself off the ground in one fluid motion, his hands finding his glasses and putting them on.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Fuji smiles as he watches Tezuka reach for a towel.
"It means, Tezuka," Fuji says softly, shivering again, more from the cold of the tile against his back than anything else. "That I won't want to cuddle after we fuck, that we can have this hormonal little benefit to our friendship." Fuji stands and reaches for his own towel. "That I won't have any delusions that you love me."
Tezuka is the one silent this time and his face is unreadable as Fuji pushes past him to fiddle with the shower controls. When Fuji seems content with the water's temperature he turns back to Tezuka with the familiar smirk on his lips.
"So, Kunimitsu," he purrs, just before he steps back into the shower spray. "Ready for round two?"
More than anything, Fuji enjoys the way Tezuka loses control.
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End
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Author:
serenityragesSet + Theme: 2 + 2
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(platonic or romantic)/Character/Threesome: Pairing (Romantic)
Rating: PG-15
Genre(s): Angst, more Lust than any actual Romance
Warning(s): Slash and adult situations
Word Count: 234
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all related names and titles do not belong to me.
Summary: Fuji promises not to harbor any delusions that Tezuka will ever love him.
Fuji enjoys taunting Tezuka, more than he's willing to admit.
"This," Tezuka's voice is hoarse and Fuji shivers when he hears it. "This doesn't change a thing."
Fuji stays silent and reples with a twist of his hips that makes Tezuka exhale roughly.
"Of course, Buchou," Fuji finally says when they're both lying spent and sated on the tile floor. "I'm not a girl." At his words Tezuka pushes himself off the ground in one fluid motion, his hands finding his glasses and putting them on.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Fuji smiles as he watches Tezuka reach for a towel.
"It means, Tezuka," Fuji says softly, shivering again, more from the cold of the tile against his back than anything else. "That I won't want to cuddle after we fuck, that we can have this hormonal little benefit to our friendship." Fuji stands and reaches for his own towel. "That I won't have any delusions that you love me."
Tezuka is the one silent this time and his face is unreadable as Fuji pushes past him to fiddle with the shower controls. When Fuji seems content with the water's temperature he turns back to Tezuka with the familiar smirk on his lips.
"So, Kunimitsu," he purrs, just before he steps back into the shower spray. "Ready for round two?"
More than anything, Fuji enjoys the way Tezuka loses control.
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End
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