[Prince of Tennis] [TezukaFuji (Romantic)] [Set#2/Theme#5 Time] Triptych of Desire:Scene Troix

They always act like they don't have enough time.



That's true of course; their moments are snatched behind the locker room and in the shower, in empty classrooms after school. Even in Fuji's room they have remarkable self-control. Tezuka groans softly into Fuji's hair and Fuji muffles his moans by pressing his face into Tezuka's neck.

For one blissful moment, they belong to each other, and to no one, and to themselves.

But they know; they will never have enough time.

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Tezuka assigns extra laps to Fuji on a Wednesday afternoon. Fuji doesn't really think anything will happen besides what usually does in the locker room when Tezuka assigns him laps. It means that Fuji will sleep earlier later, and he will sleep on his stomach.

He wonders which pretty girl it is this time.

Not that Tezuka has ever mentioned any girls to him. Fuji just knows; between him and Tezuka, this is all that will ever happen.

This is all that Tezuka is (not willing, Fuji amends, Tezuka would give him the moon and the stars if he so much as asked for it)... able to give him.

And in his desperation and his desire, he always agrees.

Once he's finished his twenty laps he heads for the locker room and he's sweaty and sticky and looking forward to a long hot shower.

(The lean, hot captain that goes with it doesn't usually go unnoticed either.)

Instead there's Tezuka already changed into his uniform. Fuji looks at him, curious. Tezuka shrugs and returns to the book he has opened while waiting for Fuji.

Fuji goes into the locker room, not knowing what to expect.

He takes his shower and he goes back into the locker room to get dressed. He lets his towel fall unconsciously; there's nothing Tezuka hasn't seen before.

He tries not to feel offended that Tezuka doesn't even look up from his book.

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He follows Tezuka through the streets, quietly, and suddenly Tezuka reaches for his hand.

Tezuka's hand is warm and damp in the way all teenage boy hands are damp. But his hand is also reassuring and secure. Fuji looks up and realizes that they're at Tezuka's house, and that the taller boy is unlatching the gate and leading him in.

Going through the rooms of the house, it strikes Fuji then how absolutely taboo he and Tezuka are; how they violate the air of the room just by breathing it.

Tezuka's mother and his grandfather are in the kitchen. His mother is bent over the stove, his grandfather is sipping tea, savoring it, at a low table.

"Oji-san, Okaasan," Tezuka says, and suddenly, Fuji knows; between him and Tezuka, this is the beginning of everything that will ever happen. "This is Syuusuke."

Tezuka's mother looks up and she smiles, and she resembles Tezuka even through that expression. Her face is warm like Tezuka's palm is warm; it makes Fuji feel comforted.

Tezuka's grandfather looks up then, opens his eyes. He doesn't smile and he doesn't frown either. He assesses his grandson and Fuji with cool brown eyes. He rises with one strong movement and he comes towards them.

He opens his mouth and says one word, "Okaerinasai."

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They always act like they don't have enough time; that all they'll ever have are stolen moments in rooms, kissing against the door to bar it further from that outside world that will never look upon them with love.

That night is their first in Tezuka's room. They are silent and they lie beside each other on Tezuka's bed, on top of his covers. The whole house is silent, like them, like it's lying in wait; like it's anticipating the birth of something magnificent.

When they finally reach for one another, their mouths slanting with surprising tenderness, they are quiet and in control, not because they need to be.

They are quiet because they're letting things move at what they feel is the right pace for them, because at this moment they have all the time in the world.

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