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Jul. 12th, 2008 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSince it's been AGES since I wrote ZukaFuji and since I just finished my drabble for Red on my Yaoi Cliche Meme... I decided to post this. >_< B/c this IS my otp dammit.
The student council president; always reliable, a model student, and a man capable of inspiring pounding confessions from even the hardest hearted teenage girl, sighed and felt very put-upon.
The student council president; always reliable, a model student, and a man capable of inspiring pounding confessions from even the hardest hearted teenage girl, sighed and felt very put-upon.
The president did not even bother to look at the papers in front of him and instead kept his gaze pinned on the wrong doer. As was always the case in these matters the wrongdoer was looking innocent and composed, his smile appeared slightly puzzled, as if he did not know quite why he was there.
“Fuji.” Tezuka spoke and Fuji’s smile widened though did not lose the puzzled tinge. “Did you do it?”
“Saa…” Fuji tapped his chin with his finger. His smile flickered from puzzled to sly, but only the most observant of men would have seen it. When it came to Fuji Tezuka was nothing if not observant. “I cannot recall. What are they accusing me of this time Tezuka?”
“Fuji.”
Dramatically Fuji’s shoulders slumped. “You always see right through me Tezuka!” Fuji stepped forward and sat on the edge of the desk. “So what should my punishment be? Three hours in the stocks? A public whipping? Ooh! I know! Let’s break out the iron maiden.” Fuji’s hands were planted on the paperwork and Tezuka knew that in three seconds the paperwork would somehow manage to be destroyed. Standing from behind the desk Tezuka moved around to the front. Fuji turned his head to follow Tezuka’s progress. The afternoon sun was slanting through the windows in an angle perfect for elongating shadows and giving Fuji a bright halo of hair that left his face dark.
“The usual.” Tezuka brought a hand down to cup Fuji’s cheek. Fuji shifted so he was no longer sitting on the corner of the desk but instead on the edge. Tezuka stepped forward and Fuji spread his legs to accommodate Tezuka.
“The usual?” Fuji sounded questioning, but his eyes were open and Tezuka could see the sparkle of amusement and lust. Tezuka’s hand slid down from Fuji’s cheek to flutter a thumb over Fuji’s pulse, and then wrap his hand around the back of Fuji’s neck. Fuji’s heart beat jumped.
“Ah.” Tezuka bent forward so that his nose knocked against Fuji’s, but not so close that their lips met. “The usual.”
A fire flared in Fuji’s eyes and he pushed forward so that their lips crashed in a kiss. Fuji’s mouth open, and Tezuka’s closed. It took Fuji’s tongue mere seconds to wriggle it’s way into Tezuka’s mouth and drag Tezuka’s tongue out to play. Tezuka began to unbutton Fuji’s uniform.
Seconds ticked by, fast as the beating of Tezuka’s heart in his ears, as fast as the thudding of Fuji’s pulse under the touch of Tezuka’s mouth. Fuji’s skin was salty on Tezuka’s tongue, tasting faintly of sweat and very much of male. There was a hint of wasabi to Fuji’s scent underneath the smell of Fuji’s sea breeze deodorant. Tezuka left hungry kisses over Fuji’s shoulders and Fuji let light biting ones over Tezuka’s chest.
Pants were kicked down to hang around Fuji’s ankles, before being tossed across the room. Tezuka’s pants lay in a pool at his feet. Tezuka paused when it came time to penetrate Fuji. Fuji was braced against his desk, his hands splayed over papers and file folders. The paperwork documenting Fuji’s misdemeanor had unfortunately been shredded earlier.
Tezuka held Fuji’s ass cheeks spread with his thumbs, and stood for a few seconds watching the fluttering of Fuji’s anus. Fuji’s asshole was a star shaped explosion that was a soft pink color. It stood out against Fuji’s white, unblemished skin, Fuji’s ass hadn’t been touched by the sun since he was a baby.
“Tezuka.” Fuji looked over his shoulder. His lips were bruised from kissing and his teeth were a stark white threat. “Are you going to stare or are you going to fuck me?”
Tezuka reached for the bottle of lube. “I cannot let a delinquent escape punishment.”
“Fuji.” Tezuka spoke and Fuji’s smile widened though did not lose the puzzled tinge. “Did you do it?”
“Saa…” Fuji tapped his chin with his finger. His smile flickered from puzzled to sly, but only the most observant of men would have seen it. When it came to Fuji Tezuka was nothing if not observant. “I cannot recall. What are they accusing me of this time Tezuka?”
“Fuji.”
Dramatically Fuji’s shoulders slumped. “You always see right through me Tezuka!” Fuji stepped forward and sat on the edge of the desk. “So what should my punishment be? Three hours in the stocks? A public whipping? Ooh! I know! Let’s break out the iron maiden.” Fuji’s hands were planted on the paperwork and Tezuka knew that in three seconds the paperwork would somehow manage to be destroyed. Standing from behind the desk Tezuka moved around to the front. Fuji turned his head to follow Tezuka’s progress. The afternoon sun was slanting through the windows in an angle perfect for elongating shadows and giving Fuji a bright halo of hair that left his face dark.
“The usual.” Tezuka brought a hand down to cup Fuji’s cheek. Fuji shifted so he was no longer sitting on the corner of the desk but instead on the edge. Tezuka stepped forward and Fuji spread his legs to accommodate Tezuka.
“The usual?” Fuji sounded questioning, but his eyes were open and Tezuka could see the sparkle of amusement and lust. Tezuka’s hand slid down from Fuji’s cheek to flutter a thumb over Fuji’s pulse, and then wrap his hand around the back of Fuji’s neck. Fuji’s heart beat jumped.
“Ah.” Tezuka bent forward so that his nose knocked against Fuji’s, but not so close that their lips met. “The usual.”
A fire flared in Fuji’s eyes and he pushed forward so that their lips crashed in a kiss. Fuji’s mouth open, and Tezuka’s closed. It took Fuji’s tongue mere seconds to wriggle it’s way into Tezuka’s mouth and drag Tezuka’s tongue out to play. Tezuka began to unbutton Fuji’s uniform.
Seconds ticked by, fast as the beating of Tezuka’s heart in his ears, as fast as the thudding of Fuji’s pulse under the touch of Tezuka’s mouth. Fuji’s skin was salty on Tezuka’s tongue, tasting faintly of sweat and very much of male. There was a hint of wasabi to Fuji’s scent underneath the smell of Fuji’s sea breeze deodorant. Tezuka left hungry kisses over Fuji’s shoulders and Fuji let light biting ones over Tezuka’s chest.
Pants were kicked down to hang around Fuji’s ankles, before being tossed across the room. Tezuka’s pants lay in a pool at his feet. Tezuka paused when it came time to penetrate Fuji. Fuji was braced against his desk, his hands splayed over papers and file folders. The paperwork documenting Fuji’s misdemeanor had unfortunately been shredded earlier.
Tezuka held Fuji’s ass cheeks spread with his thumbs, and stood for a few seconds watching the fluttering of Fuji’s anus. Fuji’s asshole was a star shaped explosion that was a soft pink color. It stood out against Fuji’s white, unblemished skin, Fuji’s ass hadn’t been touched by the sun since he was a baby.
“Tezuka.” Fuji looked over his shoulder. His lips were bruised from kissing and his teeth were a stark white threat. “Are you going to stare or are you going to fuck me?”
Tezuka reached for the bottle of lube. “I cannot let a delinquent escape punishment.”
