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Title: What if?
Author: K8
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji/Tezuka (can also be seen as Tezuka/Fuji/OC)
Summary: What if Tezuka had a twin?
A/N: I know, it sounds like a Mary Sue story doesn't it. -_- Written for

reddwarfer. I don't know why, but this thing grew a plot and refused to let me just write porn. I'm sure, eventually, I'll be able to write just porn Tezuka/Fuji/Tezuka that doesn't make me break my brain.
Intentionally out of Chronological order

What if in the first week of conception Ayane and Kunihara Tezuka’s embryo had split in two? What if instead of Tezuka Kunimitsu being a single child he had a younger brother? What if Tezuka Kunimitsu had a twin?

On October 7th Tezuka Kunimitsu was born to Ayana and Kunihara Tezuka. Tezuka Yuu followed seconds after his brother, a wailing, screaming antithesis to his quiet and observant brother. Their birth set the pattern for their interactions through life.

Kunimitsu was a very serious child, and it took Kunihara time to realize that it was not that Kunimitsu could not form sentences, but simply found it easier to express himself in one or two words. Kunihara was prone to rambling, much like Yuu. Yuu had his mother’s smile and his father’s habit of talking more then necessary. Kunimitsu took after his grandfather, so much so that no one failed to remark on it. Kunimitsu could accept being like his grandfather. Grandfather was successful and well respected, Kunimitsu’s father was successful but seemed very foolish to the young boy.

Yuu was perfectly happy to take after his foolish father. He went about it in a different route though, picking up music. Their grandmother had played the piano, and tucked into the attic was the old stand up she had once kept perfectly tuned and beautifully polished. Since her death the instrument had fallen into disrepair.

Kunimitsu was the one who presented Yuu’s proposal to his family. Yuu was the one who swore, with wide eyes brimming with sincerity, to practice everyday and become the best pianist ever. Kunimitsu’s family started paying for tennis lessons the same time they began sending Yuu to piano lessons.

“Maa.” Fuji tipped his head to the side as he eyed the two Tezuka brothers. Kunimitsu stood straight and proud, his uniform picture perfect as always. Yuu, however, was slouched, his hands stuck into his pocket and his uniform jacket as well as the first two buttons of his white oxford undone. “Are you two sure you’re related?” Yuu and Kunimitsu had shared a puzzled glance before Fuji had burst into laughter.

They had known it was wrong the first moment they touched each other. Yuu had chosen to ignore it though, and Kunimitsu felt no need to stop their actions. It was different feeling some one else’s penis, even if it was identical to his own. Their actions had been hushed, quieted by their blankets and pillows, their masturbation and orgasm kept muffled and hidden away from disapproving eyes. Closing his eyes to sleep Yuu compared sex to composing a song, and Kunimitsu to winning a tennis match.

“Tezuka?” Fuji’s head peeked out of the door to the roof, and he smiled when he spotted the Tezuka twins sitting against the fence. “Ah, there you are.” Striding over to the two Fuji sat down next to Kunimitsu, sparing Yuu a brief nod. “You don’t mind if I eat lunch here do you?”

“Of course not.” Kunimitsu spoke, since the question was obviously being directed at him. He was looking at Fuji, who was looking right back at him, and both missed the jealous flash in Yuu’s eyes.

“I’ll even share.” Fuji opened up his bento, sorting things out. “And no worries Yuu-kun, nothing is laced with wasabi.”

“I’d eat wasabi for you anytime, Syuusuke-kun.” Yuu answered with a large smile. Kunimitsu, between them, gritted his teeth.

“I have to call you both something.” Fuji had said, amused smile set firmly on his face and hand in his chins. He studied the Tezuka twins. “I can’t call Tezuka anything but Tezuka but I can’t call you Tezuka’s little brother either.” Fuji thought for a minute, looking oddly cute as he pouted at the two teens.

“I have it.” Yuu had snapped his fingers, standing in the air and pointing at Fuji. “You can call me Yuu-kun! And I’ll call you Syuusuke-kun. Then you and Kunimitsu can still be formal, and we can be best friends.”

Fuji had blinked, then smiled, and held out his hand. “Alright. Yuu-kun it is.”

“Fuji.” Fuji stopped, pushing wet hair out of his face. He did not bother to turn around; he knew Tezuka was standing there. “The match you had with Echizen just now…. Why did you not go all out for victory?” Closing his eyes, Fuji turned his head and gave Tezuka a smile, the only answer he could give to Tezuka’s question.

“It’s just as Inui has said, Fuji… your data can not be collected.” Fuji felt, more then saw, the fierceness in Tezuka’s eyes as the other’s voice became rough with emotion. “Where is the real you?”

“Well, Tezuka…” Fuji looked down at his hand as the rain splattered against it. If he did not get out of the rain soon, he was going to catch a cold. “It appears I have no motivation for victory.” Sighing, Fuji turned to look at Tezuka, his eyes open and honest and his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. “Enjoying the thrill of drawing out an opponent's potential to the limit. How about you?” Tipping his head to the side Fuji shivered as raindrops slithered into his uniform shirt. “What is your motivation?”

“Victory, no matter the cost!” Fuji knew that Tezuka’s statement was the truth, but there was a lie hidden in there somewhere. Tezuka had another reason for playing, but he was probably unaware of it. “Right now, the only thing on my mind is winning the national title.”

Fuji shivered again, and not from cold or rain this time. Turning away from Tezuka, Fuji considered things for a minute. “If I become a hindrance… remove me as a member of the team.”

Yuu was on Kunimitsu’s bed when Kunimitsu got home, Yuu’s schoolbooks laid out on the other’s mattress. “You know, from the music room you have a really good view of the tennis courts.”

“Really.” Kunimitsu set his tennis bag down beside his desk, fetching a towel for it to drip on.

“Yep.” Yuu scribbled something in his English workbook, sticking his tongue out to the side as he concentrated. “So what’d you and Syuusuke talk about?”

“Fuji,” Kunimitsu stressed Fuji’s surname, glaring just a little at his brother, “talked about his unwillingness to be serious.” Seating himself in his desk chair, he began pulling his own schoolbooks out of his bag.

“I hope he doesn’t catch a cold.” Yuu’s statement was idle but it made Kunimitsu twitch. “I’m just saying, he was out playing in the rain, and then he stood around talking to you… Did his sister show up and give him a ride home? I’d left by then.”

“…” Kunimitsu picked up a pencil, gripping it tightly as he opened his math homework. He would not be goaded into worrying about Fuji’s health. Fuji had not been that bad off, and he had a hot shower when they changed out of their practice clothes. It was a very hot shower, with steam obscuring Fuji’s body but leaving a tantalizing silhouette visible to Kunimitsu.

Seeing his brother was distracted, Yuu picked up his books, leaving Kunimitsu alone with his thoughts. He closed the door behind him, a brief amused snicker slipping through his lips.

“Did you know?” Fuji slammed into Yuu’s practice room, the door hitting the wall with a bang and interrupting him in the middle of a song. Turning around on the piano bench, Yuu looked at Fuji in confusion. “About your brother’s shoulder, did you know he was going away to Kyuushu?”

“Not till yesterday.” Yuu pulled Fuji into the practice room, shutting the door behind him. If there was screaming to be done then the soundproofing in the walls would come in handy. There were other people still practicing and Fuji no doubt would be embarrassed if they heard him lose his cool. “He talked with mother and grandfather before, but father and I did not know.” Until last night’s dinner, when Kunimitsu had broken the news to them; Kunihara had been against it of course, but eventually he had agreed. It was for the best after all.

Yuu still did not like the idea.

“You could have told me.” Fuji wrapped two fists in Yuu’s uniform. “I expect this ‘tell everyone at the end of the day’ thing from Tezuka, but you could have told me.”

“I’m not about to violate my brother’s trust.” Looking into Fuji’s flushed and angry face, Yuu knew that was a lie. “He did what he thought was best.”

“You still could have told me.” Fuji took a deep breath, attempting to calm down. His fists were still clenched around black fabric though and did not look like they would be letting go soon.

“Why should you have known before the rest of the team? It would have thrown you off. My brother probably hoped to end with a good practice before he left. He’d have been disappointed if you had done less then your best.”

“I always do less then my best,” Fuji laughed, his face relaxing into a smile as he let go of Yuu’s shirt. “Thank you Yuu-kun. I needed to talk with-” Yuu cut the rest of Fuji’s sentence off by leaning down and kissing the other chastely. Pulling back he could not help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at Fuji’s surprise.

“What I said about not violating my brother’s trust?” Yuu opened the door to the practice room, his eyes glued to Fuji’s still form. “That was a lie.” Closing the door, Yuu smirked at the swinging door that his brother had no doubt just exited. What was that tennis term again? Oh yeah, love-15, Yuu leading.

The first time Kunimitsu got hard, it was because of a tennis match. Yamato had been graduating and so he had taken twelve (nearly thirteen) year old Kunimitsu aside the day before he would leave the club and played a match with him. Kunimitsu put up as much of a fight as he could, but his arm still ached ~~sometimes~~ when he played sometimes, and he could no longer use the moves he had created to play strong opponents. It meant that he would have to create new moves, though. Sliding his feet in a circle, Tezuka angled his racket, controlling the spin off the ball.

“Good game.” Yamato patted Kunimitsu on the head after the older teen won 6 to 2. “Become the pillar of Seigaku, Tezuka. They’ll need you to make it to Nationals.”

“Yes buchou.” Kunimitsu gave a solemn nod of his head. Yamato chuckled and patted him on the head again before walking off the court.

At home, Kunimitsu had found himself remembering the match, remembering the way his racket had felt in his hands and the surprised look in Yamato’s eyes when the ball had come back to Tezuka. More than that, he remembered the feeling of interested eyes burning into the back of his neck. It made him feel odd, squirmy, and warm in ways he had not experienced before.

“Where are you planning to go to high school?” Fuji questioned as he leaned over Tezuka’s desk. “Hyotei?” Tezuka stopped writing his essay, glancing back at Fuji. “Hmm. Rikkai? Yamabuki?” Fuji’s smile widened.

“Or wait, where did Yamato-buchou go again? You’re not planning on following him are you?”

“No.” Tezuka slid his unfinished essay into a folder and then placed that in his school bag. He would work on it at home. “What about you?” Fuji opened his eyes and they sparkled with amusement.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m following you.”

Kunimitsu frowned as he sat on the living room couch. In front of him, the eleven o’clock news was running, but Kunimitsu was not paying attention to the television. Their grandfather and parents were out of the house, leaving the two boys in charge. The first day there had been no trouble; both Tezukas had come home from school and made dinner, eaten, done their homework, and gone to bed. Tonight however, Kunimitsu had left early in the morning for Saturday practice and returned to find Yuu had gone out.

This would not have been distressing if Yuu had come home ~~yet~~, or if he would answer his cell phone.

Hearing the noise of the front door being unlocked and pushed open, Kunimitsu turned off the television and pushed himself off the comfortable couch. Walking to the front hallway, he folded his arms over his chest, frowning at his younger brother as the other fumbled his shoes off.

“Oh. Hey Kunimitsu.” Yuu’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes wandered the hallway in a half-hazard fashion. “Didn’t think you’d stay up so late.”

“Hm.” Kunimitsu frowned hard. His brother was drunk.

Yuu stood up, stumbling towards Kunimitsu. “You shouldn’t have, oh all-powerful older brother,” Yuu giggled, stumbling and falling against Kunimitsu. Kunimitsu’s breath exploded in an ‘oof’ as he caught his brother gracelessly.

“You’re drunk.” Kunimitsu half carried Yuu up to his room, the other’s clumsy attempts at walking only hindering them both. Pushing Yuu to sit on his bed, Kunimitsu then fetched a glass of water and some pain relievers. He had seen what his mother dosed their father with when he came home from a business dinner tipsy. Yuu was lying flat on his bed when Kunimitsu entered, and the older twin sighed before levering Yuu partially up and handing him the water and medication. “Drink it.”

“Always taking care of people,” Yuu muttered after obediently drinking the water and swallowing the pills. “Never yourself.”

Kunimitsu frowned, about to respond, but Yuu was pushing the empty glass into his hands and rolling under the blankets. Making his way to the kitchen, Kunimitsu washed the glass. Yuu’s statement was not true; he took care of himself just fine.

“We won,” Fuji said, his eyes wide and his face breaking with a smile. Tezuka could not help but stare into the wide pools of blue. The team was rioting around him, shouting and cheering and crying. Momo had Echizen up on his shoulders and the first year was clinging to his hair in an effort not to fall over. Tezuka ignored this, seeing only Fuji.

“We won.” Fuji’s eyes became less amazed and slightly more devious. Surrounded by their team and crushed by the crowd of supporters Fuji drew up to Tezuka and planted a warm kiss on his lips. “You won.”

Tezuka didn’t expect to win Wimbledon his first year after graduating college. He had been expecting to do well though, and knew that he would do his best. Tezuka still held to the ideal of victory, but now there was a limit to the cost Tezuka would spend. Tezuka would not sacrifice his shoulder for a win, and injuries in the pro tennis circuit were treated much more seriously then they had been at Seigaku. Tezuka had won Wimbledon though, and among the applause and the clamoring of reporters for another picture or an interview, Tezuka had searched for two familiar faces.

His brother stood beside Fuji, a baseball cap pulled low over his face. Fuji waved when he spotted Tezuka watching them, and then blew a kiss. Tezuka, on reflex, pretended to catch it. Feeling his cheeks burn, he let his manager handle the crowd.

“You were amazing.” Fuji was murmuring in his ear, but it wasn’t Fuji’s hands sweeping over his back. Fuji’s small hands were trapped above his head by one of Kunimitsu’s. The warm hands on his back must have been Yuu’s.

“And me?” Yuu questioned, bending over Tezuka’s arm to kiss Fuji. “What about me?”

“Your play was great,” Fuji smiled, then gasped, his eyes closing as he felt rough fingers tease the tip of his hard cock. “Uhn….” Kunimitsu circled the tip, rubbing over Fuji’s slit as pre cum beaded there. “Ah…” Yuu had found the lube, slicking both his and Kunimitsu’s cocks in practiced movements. Stroking Kunimitsu with one hand Yuu slid slick fingers to touch on Fuji’s entrance, tickling the pucker teasingly.

“Both of you…” Fuji arched his hips, pushing his hips up against Kunimitsu’s hand and then down onto Yuu’s fingers.

“Stop teasing?” Kunimitsu grasped Fuji’s cock, stroking it in the same way Yuu was stroking him. Yuu pushed one finger into Fuji, and the smaller man groaned, his hips jerking.

“Gladly.” Yuu’s fingers were all business now, one quickly becoming two, then three, and finally four. They brushed Fuji’s prostate briefly on each addition, and between the fingers and Tezuka’s steady stroking, Fuji devolved into moaning, his words silenced by desire.

“Ready?” Fuji nodded as Yuu lifted him up, setting him on Kunimitsu’s thighs, and soon Kunimitsu’s cock was pressing inside of him.

“Aaaaaah….” Fuji’s exhale was swallowed by Kunimitsu’s mouth when the other kissed him, their tongues pushing against each other. His moan as he felt the pressure of Yuu pressing up inside of him was muffled by lips and tongue as well. Yuu and Kunimitsu’s cocks rubbed together inside of him, their thrusts making him ache before rhythm was achieved and all that was left was an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Sweat poured down three bodies, the mattress creaking under their movements. Fuji’s shout of completion caused the apartment owner above them to bang on his floor, a noise that was never heard by the three lovers, Tezuka and Yuu’s moans were loud as they filled Fuji up. Flopping onto the king sized bed Fuji wiggled, feeling empty once Tezuka and Yuu had pulled out.

Kunimitsu pulled Fuji close to him, grabbing Yuu’s arm and pulling him against Fuji’s back as they all drifted off to sleep.

“Who’re you going to marry when you grow up?” Yuu asked, he was lying on his stomach, his legs kicking idly in the air as he watched his brother play tennis against a wall. “I wanna marry Momma.”

“You can’t marry Mom.” Tezuka caught the yellow tennis ball. “It’s not done.”

“I’ll marry you then!”