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Title: Lesson Plan
Author: K8
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: R
Summary: The skirt is irritating, but Tezuka's supposed to be the student for the night. Things don't go as awry.
A/N: reddwarfer, this is your B-day pressie. Tezuka in a skirt. I hope you enjoy.

Tezuka tugged the skirt down, frowning when the light fabric seemed to barely cover anything. It was a regulation skirt. Tezuka knew because he had purchased it himself. The clerk had frowned at him when Tezuka had purchased the uniform, but Tezuka's stern face had dissuaded him from asking questions. Turning around Tezuka checked out behind him in the mirror. The skirt swished, brushing against Tezuka's well muscled and very masculine legs. He wasn't sure what the point of this charade was, because Tezuka knew he looked nothing like a girl, not even in a skirt. Turning around Tezuka scowled again, the brush of fabric over his legs was going to bug him.

"Tezuka-chan~." Fuji called out from the other room and Tezuka rubbed at his temples. "Come on out, I know you're finished." Swallowing a sigh Tezuka pulled the bedroom door open and stepped out into the living room. Fuji was standing by the large armchair, a tie tight around his neck, but his suit jacket hooked on one finger and held carelessly over one shoulder.

"Fuji." Tezuka couldn't help the small appreciative tone that snuck into his voice, as he looked Fuji up and down. Fuji always looked good, no matter what ridiculous game they were playing.

"Fuji-sensei." Fuji corrected with a small smile. "Or sir. I rather like sir."

Tezuka nodded. "Fuji-sensei." Tezuka took two steps before remembering to shorten his stride while in the skirt. Taking a few short graceless steps Tezuka took a seat on the couch. "Fuji-sensei, please have a seat."

"Thank you Tezuka-chan." Fuji sat into the armchair, giving Tezuka's legs a definite look before Tezuka remembered his 'manners' and crossed his legs, settling his hands mock-demurely over his knees. Fuji nodded with a smile. "Are you sure it's alright to be here without your parents?"

"They agreed to your coming over for tutoring sessions." Tezuka re-crossed his legs, tugging his skirt down. The skirt really seemed to cover nothing.

"They did." Fuji stood up, dropping his jacket over the arm of the chair and loosening his tie as he strode over to the couch. Tezuka shifted, pressing himself back into the couch, and Fuji straddled his lap. "I don't think they know what our private tutoring sessions entail… do you?"

Tezuka licked his lips, almost tucking the strands of hair falling out of the slicked back hair style Fuji's teacher persona had affected. "No. I don't think they'd approve." Tezuka couldn't help the airiness of his voice, but it fit his character. Fuji smiled at him, reaching up to tenderly stroke his hair before bending his head down and kissing him. The kiss started out tender, but soon became ravenous, Fuji attempting to want to eat Tezuka from the inside out. Tezuka groaned, wanting nothing more then to grab Fuji by the hips and grind Fuji's ass against Tezuka's crotch. He kept his hands fisted on the couch though, breaking the kiss and turning to the side.

"Sensei…" Tezuka gasped.

Fuji kissed down Tezuka's neck, tugging the red bow out of Tezuka's school uniform and tossing it to the side. Tugging on the uniform shirt Fuji slipped his hand around Tezuka's neck and slid his fingers into Tezuka's collar. Finding the eyehooks that secured the shirt closed Fuji undid them, opening the collar enough that the shirt could be easily pulled up over Tezuka's head shortly. Not right now of course.

"You don't think they'd approve?" Fuji bit gently on Tezuka's earlobe, aware of just how hard Tezuka was straining not to touch. "Is that why you're not touching me back Tezuka-chan? Always making me into the aggressor." Fuji slipped his hands up under Tezuka's skirt, stroking over the soft panties that were trapping Tezuka's cock. That had to be uncomfortable. "Bad girl." Fuji smirked.

Tezuka groaned, twitching and then grasping Fuji's hips. "I can be the aggressor… sensei." Growling Tezuka squeezed Fuji's slim waist.

"Don't force yourself Tezuka-chan." Fuji rubbed his palm over the straining fabric, amused at the way Tezuka's cock twitched inside the soft silky panties.

"Of course not…" Tezuka hummed. "Sensei." Then he moved, turning and pressing Fuji down onto the couch, hands finding Fuji's shoulders and holding him down. Kissing Fuji in much the same manner as Fuji had kissed him earlier Tezuka undid the buttons of Fuji's shirt with little patience. Running his hands over the soft expanse of skin presented to him Tezuka rubbed his fingers over Fuji's nipples before dragging his nails over Fuji's sensitive stomach. Fuji sucked in a breath, his muscles twitching under Tezuka's attack.

"Tezuka… chan…" Fuji moaned. Grapping Tezuka's wrists Fuji made as if to pull him off.

" I think you're the one who needs a lesson sensei." Tezuka teased, reaching for Fuji's belt and pulling it off before loosely wrapping it around Fuji's wrists. Looking into Fuji's eyes he waited for the small nod Fuji gave to signal that this was okay. Tezuka almost smiled back, a small twitch of his lips upward, before he licked his way down Fuji's chest. Kissing and licking Tezuka trailed attention down to the edge of Fuji's waistband. Kissing Fuji's belly button Tezuka nipped at the edge of Fuji's navel, hard enough to leave light teeth marks.

Fuji wiggled, tipping his hips up so that his hard dick pressed against Tezuka's collarbone. "Stop rubbing sensei." Tezuka gripped Fuji's hips and stilled their movement.

"I can't help it Tezuka-chan, you're just too sexy." Fuji gasped when Tezuka sat up, pressing their hips flush. Reaching under the skirt Tezuka snapped the Velcro holding the panties together, the silk fabric fluttering down onto the floor.

"Hm." Tezuka nuzzled Fuji's stomach. "Did you bring anything sensei?"

"Anything?" Fuji purred. "You should call it what it is Tezuka-chan. You know the proper name right?"

"Lube," Tezuka rolled his eyes. "Slick, glide, KY, lotion… something to prep you with sensei, you wouldn't want this to hurt would you?" There was a brief flash in Fuji's eyes and Tezuka made a mental note to play more with Fuji's kink later. Fuji had always been the one to tie Tezuka up; this was the first time, brought on by weeks of teasing, that their normal positions were reversed.

"I love when you talk dirty." Fuji murmured amused, nodding at his right side. Tezuka slid a hand into Fuji's khaki pants, grabbing the small white bottle and a quick grope.

"Like about how I plan to take you?" Tezuka talked quietly as he undid the fly of Fuji's pants. "Are you going to enjoy the sensation of my skirt brushing over your legs as I plow into you? Teasing me the same way it's been teasing me all night?" Fuji's fingers curled around the edge of his leather belt as Tezuka talked and slowly stroked his cock. "While I thrust inside of your tight hole?" Tezuka tugged Fuji's pants out of the way, settling the cool bottle of lube beside Fuji's inner thigh and brushing his hand up and down the other.

To Tezuka the sex proceeded in flashes after that. Flashes of hot and wet, of Fuji's mouth on his and of Fuji's tongue sliding over his chin. Fuji's hands coming free of the belt when Tezuka finally slipped a finger inside, of the hot, tight, warm constriction around his two fingers as he stretched Fuji open. Tezuka's hair, hanging into his eyes, sweaty from exertion and the body heat that two naked bodies pressed together generates. Fuji biting his lip, perfect skin glowing as sweat beaded on his forehead, fighting not to cry out when Tezuka pushed inside. Ripping noise as Fuji grabbed Tezuka's hips and clawed at the skirt, fabric scraps littering their bodies. The sensation of Fuji's ankles digging into Tezuka's shoulders they rocked together at a frantic pace.

Post coital, Fuji pushing at his chest, nodding a head in the direction of the bathroom, Tezuka grunting his acquiescence. Fuji smiled, kissing his forehead and walking to the bathroom. Leaving the door open so Tezuka could hear the sound of the shower running. Standing up Tezuka plucked a damp bit of dark blue fabric off his chest, tossing it in the waste paper basket as he passed it by.

Next time they played sensei/student, Tezuka was going to specify props.