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Title: ...a what?

Fandom: PoT

Pairing: OT5

Rating: PG

Summary: ^_^ Fuji discloses an Iiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting fact.

"Actually... I’m a virgin." Fuji stated to the room full of his boyfriends. Tezuka looked up from where he had been reading to stare at Fuji, the only change in his facial expression being a slight widening of eyes and a raising of his eyebrows. Atobe gaped at him from where he was standing on the other side of the room, while Echizen smirked. Sanada twitched from his position on the couch. Something told him this could not lead to good things. How the hell was Fuji a virgin anyway?!?!?! Over half the Kantou circuit had sexual fantasies about him!

And how had none of them had sex with Fuji?

"Fuji-senpai, you can’t be serious." Ryoma stated with a smirk, trying to think of the number of times he and Fuji had done anything. As he ran through it he realized that he and Fuji had always been interrupted before getting beyond heavy petting. He looked at the others in the room who all had similar looks of disbelief.

"This... is surprising." Tezuka stated. How did one stay virginal in the middle of what was essentially a five man orgy? Though they hadn’t all had sex together yet...

"How did that happen?" Atobe questioned. He was *sure* he’d had sex with Fuji at some point. Thinking back he realized that they had been interrupted and later that night he had sex with Ryoma.

Fuji shrugged. "Saa. I’m not sure." He then checked his watch. "I have an appointment to keep. I’ll see you all at dinner." And walked out the door. Ryoma stared after it a small smirk growing on his face as he thought about it.

"Ne, koi-tachi. Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that Syuusuke still has his cherry?" Sanada rubbed at the bridge his nose as Atobe and Ryoma smirked at each other. Tezuka sighed and went back to his book. Things would work out, or they wouldn’t, there was no stopping Atobe and Ryoma when they started scheming.

--

Fuji sighed and massaged one shoulder as he stepped through the door of the mansion. He hated meeting with diva’s sometimes. He had plenty of practice from dealing with Atobe, of course, but it was always so much trouble putting up wit creatures who had less talent and less looks but more ego. Stepping into the entry way he handed his jacket off to a maid and headed for te dining room. He was a little later then their usual dinner time so his boyfriends had probably started without him. Stepping into the dining area he was surprised to see that his boyfriends had yet to start eating.

"We were waiting for you Syuusuke." Atobe purred and Fuji smiled at him as he slid into his normal seat between Atobe and Ryoma.

"Saa, you didn’t need to." Fuji stated as he looked over just what they were being served tonight. His eyebrows rose slightly as he viewed the dinner contents. "This is.... interesting." It was all his favorites. Which was amusing considering that Atobe could not stand most of what Fuji ate and it made Sanada’s stomach ulcers worse. That’s why Fuji let his boyfriends pick the food usually. "Saa, is there a special occasion?" He questioned as he sat down. His lovers traded looks and Fuji’s suspicions increased. What was going on?

"We just felt like appreciating you." Atobe said magnanimously. And their meal began.

Dinner was fairly normal, though Fuji noticed that Atobe and Sanada both had dishes of their own not included in the main courses. He was surprised to find halfway through the meal that there was a foot nudging his ankle. Looking up from munching on an apple Fuji looked over at a sly looking Atobe. Smirking slightly he refocused on his food, that was until he felt a hand drop into his lap. Fuji turned to blink at Atobe again who was definitely smirking now.

"Keigo?" He questioned as the hand moved to slide up and down his thigh.

"Yes Syuusuke?" Atobe turned to smile mysteriously at Fuji who denied the urge to flush. He wouldn’t have gotten nearly as far with his sadism if he gave into that urge.

"Is your hand in my lap?" He questioned innocently. Atobe nodded. "Well then." Fuji reached down and moved the hand back onto the table before returning to his food. Across the table Sanada shot Atobe a disapproving look.

‘I though,’ his look clearly stated. ‘We were going to wait until we got to the bedroom?’

Atobe’s returning look read, ‘Ore-sama waits for no man.’ Atobe did however manage to restrain himself from molesting Fuji for the rest of the meal. As they left the table Atobe placed a hand on Fuji’s lower back and led him out to the study.

---

Fuji, unbeknownst to all, smirked just a little as Atobe’s hands slipped to massage his ass. *Finally* he’d be getting rid of that damn virginity. In an undoubtably mind blowing way too. He turned his head, blinking sweetly as Ryoma dove in for a kiss. Suddenly there were hands slipping up his shirt and undoing his pants tossing them away. Someone was touching his nipples, playing with them in a way Fuji had never thought of. Sanada’s hand, it was too big for Atobe or Ryoma and too rough for Tezuka, was stroking him slowly, bringing him to full hardness as Fuji moaned. Behind him Tezuka handed Atobe the lube, along with passing a tube to Sanada.

---

"..." Ryoma panted as he lay in the sweaty, lazy, tired pile of body parts afterwards. "Are you *sure*," he managed to wheeze out as the sun rose above the horizon, sending a small ray through the large glass windows of Atobe’s master bedroom, "that none of you have slept with him?" Lying content and curled up in the pile was a smiling, angelic Fuji Syuusuke

"I’d remember sex like that." Atobe groaned. Sanada and Tezuka nodded.

---

And to think, a small question like ‘who was your first?’ had started it all.


Title: Congratulations on your ______
Fandom PoT
Pairing: OT5 (again)
Summary: Fuji gets congratulated... and doesn't really know why.


“CONGRATULATIONS ” Came the shout as Fuji opened the door. Fuji blinked in confusion at the guests gathered within.

“...I think I have the wrong apartment.” He told them simply. The guests laughed before pulling him in. The first one to hug him was Eiji followed by a back breaking hug from Momo. Fuji found himself passed around the room given congratulations and pats on the back. Eventually he made his way to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Congratulations.” Came a steady voice from the kitchen table. Fuji smiled at Tezuka as he poured himself a liberal amount of alchohol.

“Saa.... the funny thing is, I have no idea what I’m getting congratulated on.” Fuji chuckled as he sipped at his drink. The tips of Tezuka’s lips twitched for the briefest of seconds and Fuji gave himself a mental pat on the back. Reaching into his back pocket Tezuka placed a rolled up magazine on the table, unrolling it to show Ryoma Echizen sitting on the cover.

“Ah...” Fuji sat down at the table and picked up the magazine. “The photoshoot?” He questioned, flipping through the magazine to it’s feature article and the pictures accompanying it. “It’s not my first or best publication, but I guess you could say it will get the most press.” Tezuka chuckled slightly.

“You obviously haven’t read the interview.” Fuji raised an eyebrow at Tezuka before flipping to Ryoma’s interview. His eyes easily scanned the Q & A session until they landed on a rather startling line.

“....oh.”

Interviewer: Ryoma-sama, do you have anyone special in your life?
Ryoma: I have a boyfriend, but that’s about it.
Interviewer: ...boyfriend?
Ryoma: Yes, boyfriend.
Interviewer: Could you give us a hint as to who he is?
Ryoma: He likes to take my picture.

“Genichirou is going to kill me.” Fuji groaned and Tezuka lifted an eyebrow. Why would his boyfriend try to kill Fuji exactly? Fuji sighed and smiled at Tezuka. “I was supposed to convince Ryoma to sleep with you and Genichirou.” Tezuka’s eyes widened slightly and an eyebrow rose.

“I wasn’t informed why?” He questioned and Fuji chuckled.

“Well, depending on the time period, it was either going to be a present for your birthday, anniversary or Valentines day.” Tezuka nodded his head, it made some sense.

“And yet you slept with Ryoma?” Fuji frowned.

“No.” Fuji blushed slightly then. “Okay, there was blowjobs in the bathroom but that was it.”
“Blowjobs in the bathroom ahn?” Drawled a familiar voice from the doorway. Fuji’s flush disappeared and Tezuka watched the other take a second to compose himself before Fuji turned to face the voices owner.

“Keigo. What a surprise.” Atobe smirked and sauntered into the kitchen like he owned it. Given how much of Japan the Atobe family owned it was completely possible.

“A little birdy told me that you’ve been seeing someone.” Atobe put his hand on the magazine, right over Ryoma’s picture. “And you didn’t invite me?” Tezuka blinked. Was everyone in his circle of friends open to threesomes? He’d heard that among gay couples such things were perfectly fine between committed partners but he’d never actually heard of one going on.

“Sugarplum, you know I would have.” Fuji purred , walking forward to drape himself over Atobe’s body and tilting his head back. “It was all so sudden. I was just too hot for Ryoma to handle.” Atobe ran a hand down Fuji’s back and over the others ass, looking at Tezuka and raising an eyebrow. The bespectacled brunet averted his eyes from where he had been watching. While he and Genichirou were very committed and happy they weren’t as affectionate as other couples.

And Fuji had a very pretty ass, it was hard not to stare.

“You just wanted him all to yourself?” Atobe questioned. Suddenly a call from the living room was heard.

“HEY! Where’s Fuji?” It was Eiji and after a few seconds he came bouncing into the kitchen. This was enough time for Atobe to tip Fuji’s chin back and kiss the other. Eiji stopped surprised and let out a soft ‘nya’. “Fujiko! You told me you weren’t dating Atobe-san anymore!” Fuji held up a hand, signaling for Eiji to wait a minute. Tezuka had a good view of the slow, deep kiss. The sounds from the celebration had quieted down and Fuji’s kitchen had good acoustics. If Tezuka focused, which he denied doing, he could hear the wet sound of tongues sliding together and lips battling. Fuji broke away, taking a deep breath and turning to look at Eiji.

“Not *officially*.” Atobe was nuzzling Fuji’s ear, licking the rim. “Sugarplum thought we should see other people.” There was a squeeze to Fuji’s ass and the other gasped.

“Snugglebunny, you know that wasn’t what I meant.” Atobe smiled at Eiji standing in the doorway and then sent Tezuka a look. “I said *you* should see other people.” Tossing the lithe Fuji over his shoulder Atobe walked further into the apartment. “Stay or go I’m taking him to the bedroom!”

Eiji blinked and then laughed. He turned back to the other people in the apartment. “Game called on account of ego! Let’s get out before we hear them have sex!”

--

Tezuka stepped into his apartment, flipping open his cell phone as it buzzed. “Tezuka.” He locked the door. “Yes I saw the article.” Heading for the kitchen Tezuka flipped the switch, holding his phone between shoulder and ear as he started making tea. “Yes, I saw that line.” Loosening his tie, Eiji had caught him just as he was leaving his teaching job. “Atobe carried him off about a half hour ago.” Taking down a tea cup he fetched his tea leaves and a small pot. “Probably still at it.”

Tezuka smiled slightly as he started making tea. “I agree. The only way to solve the issues is an orgy.” There was a short laugh heard on the other end of the phone. “Good night.” Flipping the phone closed Tezuka finished making his night time tea and sipped at it. Too much unresolved sexual tension led to bad tennis. It would be best if all of them got their intertwined love triangles sorted out.

Ryoma agreed with him after all.

Title: GIGS (1/?)
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: OT5 (*AGAIN*)
Summary: GIGS is a normal boy band, but they have one scary manager.


Fuji hummed as he kicked shut the door to the recording studio. Inside the two members of GIGS present looked up at him with emotionless faces. “Sanada-kun, Tezuka-kun.” Fuji greeted cordially as he walked to the center of the room. His hair seemed to sway in a non-existant wind as he came to a stop in the room, though it could be that he had strategically placed himself under an air vent. “Do either of you know where your two bandmates are?”

“Not here.” Sanada stated deadpan. Fuji sighed and tilted his head at Sanada with a bright smile. Their manager was almost always smiling. Almost.

“Saa.... do you know where they are?” Suddenly there was the thudding of feet and the door to the studio door was flung open so Atobe and Ryoma could push inside shutting the door after them. Looking up at their manager and bandmates Atobe shrugged carelessly.

“Fangirls.” He stated with a hair flip. “The follow Ore-sama everywhere.” Ryoma snorted and rolled his eyes at Atobe’s arrogance. Atobe had always been arrogant, especially since he had a solo career before he had joined GIGS. Atobe als o had experience in a band, having been the lead vocalist for Suwabe Junichi a popular band a few years ago.

“Right. They were trying to mob you not me.” Ryoma deadpanned. “Which was why half of them were shouting that they wanted to bear my children.” Ryoma was GIGS lead singer, and while he was arrogant and a newbie to the band scene Ryoma had the raw talent to carry it all off. Not quite as much training as some of the upper level management would have liked but they would keep their mouths shut until GIGS hit a stall. After all GIGS was Ryuuzaki-sama’s baby, and noone wanted to get on the wrong side of Ryuuzaki-sama.

“While I am glad that you two are courteous enough to great your fans did you realize that you were...” Fuji paused and it felt like the air conditioner had been pumped up when he opened his eyes, the room instantly cooling. “...late to practice?” Atobe swallowed though Ryoma just shivered as he looked at his manager boredly.

“They mobbed us outside the door Fuji-san.” Ryoma stated, heading over to his mic. “There wasn’t anything even the magnificent Ore-sama could have done.” Fuji’s eyes slid closed then and the entire band let out a small sigh of relief.

“Well then, we’ll just have to work you extra hard to make up for lost time!” Fuji stated happily.


Title: Dressup
Pairing: OT5 (can you tell I'm ust posting all the OT5 fic that I didn't think finished?)
Rating: Er... R maybe?
Summary: The kink of costumes is discovered



“I just don’t get what this tango thing is with you guys.” Ryoma said as he leaned back on the couch in their den. Sanada and Atobe traded glances. They had just returned from yet another tango concert, which their lovers had declined to attend as they had other engagements that evening. “It’s just music.” Ryoma said.

“We’ll show you.” Atobe stated with a smirk. He ran a hand through his hair before gifting his lovers with a beautiful smile. “Sanada and I will give anyone who wants Tango lessons.” And so the weekly tango sessions began. Some nights all their lovers, some nights not, and occasionally either Sanada or Atobe could not make it on those nights either so there would only be one teacher. It had been a few weeks after the Tango Lessons became routine that the ‘incident’ happened. Sanada and Atobe had been in the ballroom getting ready for the lesson. It was just Fuji that night, but Tezuka and Ryoma might be returning early enough to do a little dancing at least.

“Saa... I’m ready for my lesson now Sensei-tachi.” Sanada nodded and grabbed the remote that would start up the tango music. From behind him Sanada heard the clicking of... high heels?

“Syuu...suke....” Atobe gaped at the vision that stood before him. Looking at his lover the first thing that made it’s way to Atobe’s brain was that Fuji was wearing a dress. The next was that it was an insanely sexy dress. The dress bared Fuji’s collarbone in a design that gave it off shoulder sleeves, the dress was tight and clung to every curve of Fuji’s body. It was black but the layered satin and lace ruffles at the chest and the skirt were red. There was a slit up the side that reached nearly to Fuji’s hip and bared a heavy expanse of bare leg.

“Keigo.” Sanada turned as the music started and stopped once he saw Fuji’s outfit. He however caught the self-satisfied smirk on Fuji’s face before it was hidden behind an innocent smile. Atobe started to stroll over to Fuji and Sanada stepped in. “I think I’ll take the first dance this time. You can give instructions Keigo.” Atobe glared at Sanada before turning and stepping to lean against the wall. Sanada sighed, hopefully the lust would clear up enough for Atobe to realize that Fuji was quite obviously manipulating him.

“Nice dress Syuusuke.” Sanada said stepping up and holding his arms out. “Can you dance in it?” He questioned and watched as Fuji flashed a short smirk.

“Saa Genichirou. Of course.” And they started to move. Fuji, Sanada thought ruefully, really could move fairly well in the dress and heels. He must have been practicing.

Atobe watched the two with hungry eyes. Fuji moved with a natural grace, even with the bulky outfit and uncomfortable shoes, and Sanada’s dancing never failed to excite Atobe. The other was always so sure and strong in his movements. Fuji’s dress didn’t help Atobe’s growing arousal, especially not with those glimpses of a long pale leg. Suddenly Fuji stumbled, allowing the slit to view more skin. It also revealed to Atobe’s eyes that Fuji wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As the song stopped Atobe cleared his throat to call the dancers attention back to him.

“May I have the next dance?” He questioned Fuji. The blond smirked and nodded his head. Sanada stepped aside with a sigh moving to stand in Atobe’s vacated position.

“Someone,” Atobe whispered as he held his hands up and allowed Fuji to slip their hands together before signaling that Sanada start the music. “Has been very naughty.” He murmured. Fuji merely grinned as they started moving to the music. “And I doubt that stumble was an accident.”

“You do?” Fuji murmured. “And maybe I have been a little naughty Keigo.” As they danced around the room Fuji rubbed himself slightly against the taller man’s body. “But you like naughty.”

“Maybe I do.” Atobe stated with a smirk before tripping Fuji catching the other when he fell.

Sanada watched as Fuji rubbed himself against Atobe, unable to keep himself unaffected. It was always easy to ignore his own seduction but watching one of his lovers work always managed to get him riled. Whether it was Atobe, Ryoma, Fuji or even Tezuka Sanada felt a sort of primal urge well up when they flirted, even if it was unknowing or within the relationship. When Atobe tripped Fuji up Sanada was allowed to see the slit of the skirt fall open to show that Fuji was definitely not wearing any underwear. Unless one counted a sparkly charm bracelet with a dancer charm wrapped his cock underwear. Stalking over he looked at the smirking Fuji caught up in Atobe’s arms and the smug lusty look in Atobe’s eyes.

“I think we can say the lessons over.” He stated lowly. He scooped Fuji up into his arms and headed for the bedroom. “Since our lessons were interrupted I think Syuusuke should repay us with another dance.” He said and traded glances with Atobe. Atobe grinned while in Sanada’s arms Fuji smiled angelically. Saa, all was going to plan then.

Sanada placed Fuji down on the bed and watched as Atobe crawled up beside him to kiss the brunet. He slid the high heels off of Fuji’s feet and tossed them away. Slithering his hands up Fuji’s bared leg until he encountered where the slit began Sanada smirked. “Since this dress has caused so much trouble... I don’t think you should be able to wear it again.” And gripping the fabric Sanada ripped the slit high past Fuji’s hip.

Atobe broke the kiss, startled by the sound, though when he saw what Sanada had done he smirked too. “I think it looks good like that.” Atobe said, flipping a side of the skirt up enough to expose Fuji to their gaze. “Very good.” Fuji spread his legs wider and Atobe noticed the charm around his member for the first time.

“Saa... see something you like?”

--

Tezuka and Ryoma looked at the bedroom door, unsurprised to hear moans and creaking from inside. “Should we interrupt?” Tezuka asked. Ryoma shook his head.

“Naw, we’re joining of course.” Pushing the door open and stepping inside Ryoma started stripping almost immediately before he spotted what was on the bed. Fuji was rocking between Sanada and Atobe, head buried in Atobe’s groin while Sanada plowed into him from behind. He was wearing the scraps of what must have been a black dress though all that remained seemed to be the sleeves.

“Tonight was tango night right?” Tezuka questioned. Ryoma, halfway out of his clothes nodded. “Aa.”

“I don’t think we should leave Syuusuke alone with them either. They’re both too easy to seduce.” Ryoma stepped out of his pants. “Ne Keigo, Genichirou, can we step in?”




Atobe smirked as he laid out the two outfits on the bed. “....” Fuji looked at them before raising an eyebrow at Atobe. “I’m assuming the orange one is mine?” Atobe sniffed and flipped his hair.

“Of course, it clashes with my complexion.” Fuji picked up the outfit and looked it over. Stripping off his regular clothes he smirked as Atobe raked eyes over his form. Slinking into the short sleeved and legged jumpsuit Fuji smirked.

“Shouldn’t you be changing Keigo?” Atobe grinned slightly and Fuji wiggled his hips before he started zipping up the uniform. Atobe stepped up in front of Fuji and took the zipper, zipping it to the top before pulling Fuji into a kiss. One hand slipped down to Fuji’s ass, sliding a finger under the short shorts. Fuji groaned and pressed himself closer to Atobe, hands tangling themselves in the others hair. Atobe pushed Fuji back onto the bed and smirked.

“Saa Syuusuke, you look good enough to eat.” Fuji wiggled further back on the bed. Atobe grinned and reached for the bedside drawer pulling it open, amused the brunet raised an eyebrow.

“Saa, I thought we were waiting for Genichirou to come play warden.” Atobe smirked slightly and dropped the lube onto the bedspread.

“Oh we are.” Suddenly Fuji had Atobe on top of him, he groaned when the other kissed him and pressed a thigh against his groin. Before Fuji could react much more though his arms were pulled up and locked against the head board by a shiny pair of metal handcuffs. Fuji looked up and rattled the cuffs before pouting at Atobe. “See?” Atobe questioned as he stripped down and pulled his own outfit on. “We’re waiting.” Atobe’s outfit was a tight white and black striped dress. It was sleeveless and had a large triangle of flesh bared on the chest, it was long enough to cover just the top of Atobe’s thighs and over his groin and that was it. Fuji groaned as Atobe climbed back up on the bed.

Sanada stepped into the hallway leading to the bedroom, surprised to see Ryoma standing outside the door. “Is something going on in there?” He asked. Ryoma smirked and held out a black baton to him. Sanada stared at the baton, an eyebrow quirking when he realized it was actually a, not terribly cleverly, disguised vibrator.

“Atobe convinced Fuji to play more dressup.” Ryoma stated. Sanada turned questioning eyes on Ryoma and the boy shrugged. “I got to play after you showed up, c’mon.” Ryoma pushed open the door and led Sanada inside. “BED CHECK!” He called out and Sanada stepped into the room confused. As he spotted the two ‘inmates’ on the bed his confusion was cleared up.

Atobe’s hand had disappeared under Fuji’s orange jumpsuit and from the way Fuji was groaning and wiggling it was fairly obvious what Atobe had been doing. “Warden Sanada, Echizen-san.” Atobe greeted with a smirk. “What a surprise.” Sanada tapped the baton against one hand, a dangerous smirk forming on his face as he shut the door.

“And what are you two prisoners doing? Looks like you two are breaking rules.” Fuji fluttered his eyes open and stared slightly. Atobe smirked.

“We are ahn? I guess we need to be punished then?” He spread his legs, allowing the dress to bunch up and sit on his hips. Sanada allowed his eyes to rove over Atobe’s form.

“Ah, you can deal with Inmate Fuji, Echizen.” Sanada said and handed Ryoma his baton. “I don’t think I’ll need this for Atobe.” Ryoma smirked and headed over to where Fuji was currently chained to the bed. Sanada sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Atobe into his lap. Pulling Atobe up for a kiss Sanada ran his hands over Atobe’s ass before spanking him lightly. Atobe jerked forward and Sanada’s smirk widened. No, he wouldn’t need the baton at all.

Tezuka frowned as he walked towards the bedroom. It sounded like the sex had started without him again. Not that he minded of course, since Tezuka was not the type of person to be led by his libido. The sounds coming from the bedroom though.... Tezuka was hard pressed not to feel left out. Pushing the door up he stepped inside and stared.

“....I don’t want to know.” Pulling the door closed again Tezuka walked off. He really.... really didn’t want to know.

Ryoma looked up from where he was perched on Fuji’s hips, rocking himself up and down on his boyfriend’s erection. “Ne, was that Mitsu?” He asked casually, reached behind him to turn the vibrator up higher. Fuji arched his back and groaned.

“We’ll, ah, deal with him later, ahn?” Atobe panted as Sanada pounded into him. Ryoma smirked and continued riding. Oh yes.... they’d get Mitsu later....

---

“I don’t want to wear a skirt.” Ryoma complained, looking at the outfit in distaste. Atobe and Fuji sighed slightly.

“Ryoma, you aren’t the only one in a skirt.” Atobe held up his outfit. “See? We’re all wearing dresses.” Ryoma’s pout persisted though. It was probably because, as the most uke of them all, wearing a dress really crossed some sort of line. And wearing a skirt definitely showed that you were ready and willing to uke. The only time Fuji had seme’d during the dressup was when Ryoma rode him and that didn’t really count.

“Saa ‘yoma-chan.” Fuji smirked and pulled his dress over his head. It was a fetching green dress, designed to look like a sexy version of the mad hatter from Alice in Wonderland. Under the dress Fuji pulled up a black lace petticoat, which poofed the skirt out. “Is there anyway to make you dress up without a fuss?” He questioned. Ryoma looked at his two boyfriends and scowled. “Remember we’re tempting Mitsu and Sanada.” Ryoma thought about it for a second.

“Can I make the one or both of you wear whatever I want later?” Ryoma questioned picking up the dress. Fuji and Atobe traded glances and shrugged. They shrugged.

“Sure Ryoma.” Ryoma nodded and started stripping. He had an idea about what he wanted his boyfriends in later. It was going to be fun.

Title: Photo's at the cafe
Pairing: SanadaFuji, breif possible SanadaAtobe
Rating: PG
Summary: Fuji has a cafe he likes to visit, he enjoys watching the other patrons

Fuji likes to stop by a café in the morning for breakfast. He likes the café because it is close to his apartment, but also because it’s a small café. It’s scenic, and very nearly rustic feeling, and there’s an awning outside for those sunny warm days when people like to drink outside. The boys and girls behind the counter know his name and know his drinks and Fuji comes often enough that he can wink and order the usual. Sometimes Fuji takes pictures of the patrons. He has one of a color one of an old man and his granddaughter playing shougi, and a black and white picture of an empty table with an over turned coffee cup, the coffee spilling out over the side and dripping onto the pavement. Fuji wants to capture the way life really is, the good moments and the bad and he makes a large profit out of it. People all over the world laud his artwork.

The coffee shop actually has a few of his original prints on the walls, given to them by Fuji himself. The manager of the shop, a short, middle aged woman who reminds Fuji oddly of Oishi had blushed at the gift and threatened him with free coffee for the rest of his days. Fuji continually turns down such offers it isn’t like he needs them.

Fuji likes to stare at the floor sometimes. The wooden floor is made up of interconnecting panels of wood and Fuji often finds himself drawing mazes in his mind with the wood grains. Once he took a shot of the floor and after developing it took out a felt tipped marker and drew the maze he had been imagining. It was not until after he had sold it, for a ridiculous amount of cash, that Fuji realized his maze had no way to beat it besides circling back to the beginning.

That day as Fuji stares at the floor a shadow falls across his view. Fuji frowns, but does not bother to look up at the shadow maker, instead choosing to study the silhouette. The man, for with that jawline it has to be a man, has a strong face. Fuji traces the dark outline with his eyes before bringing out his camera and carefully adjusting the focus. The man’s shadow, dark and angular, is an odd sort of image, especially with the sharp brimmed baseball cap that the man must be wearing. Fuji snaps a few shots before setting his camera away and looking up.
The shadow’s maker is indeed sharp faced, and the lines of his face clearly state his attitude towards the world. The man’s face is rather like the prow of a ship cutting through his surroundings as if they were water. Fuji was struck by the sheer strength of this man’s presence, finding his breath shortening a little, turning back to his own table Fuji wonders just how often this man will stop by the café.

Days pass and Fuji visits the café continuously. The man appears on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for three weeks and Fuji finds himself sneaking glances at the other through his lashes. He has not taken any pictures of the man except for the first one. As Fuji watched this time the man reaches up and removes his hat. Fuji can’t help but let a flicker of surprise skitter over his face as he sips at his coffee. The man has never done that before, and it surprises him. Next the man reaches to his waist and unclips a cell phone, which Fuji belatedly realizes has been buzzing for a few seconds now. The dark haired man brings the cell phone up and flips it open. “Sanada.” He barks gruffly and Fuji cannot quite contain the inner squirm of excitement at learning the sharp faced man’s name. The name Sanada suits the man, Fuji thinks of it being the name of a proud samurai and he can easily envision the black haired man wielding a sword against enemies.

Fuji turns his eyes away when the sharp lines of the man’s face soften. When ‘Sanada’ no longer wears the face of someone slicing through life but instead becomes personable. “Ah, Keigo.” Sanada murmurs into the phone and Fuji is struck by the utter wrongness of the man murmuring at all. Such a soft tone is not suited for him. Fuji stands from his table and picks up his camera bag, leaving the café with his coffee half finished and his biscotti half eaten.


Title: Sin-thesis
Pairing: InuiFuji
Rating: PG
Summary: Inui's juices have consequences


Inui had only one incident to note in which Fuji had suffered ill effects from his juice. The infamous ‘Aozu’ incident. Such an occurrence had yet to be reconstructed because Fuji managed to avoid his juices until, mysteriously, all containers of Aozu and Aozu hybrids along with the recipes pertaining to such creations mysteriously vanished. For some reason the juices created from memory were never the same... so Inui sought to create more, better juices. He had very few test subjects until his third year of highschool when such things as training schedules had once again ended up in Inui’s domain. He blamed the fact that he had been put in the same block as Fuji and Tezuka, and hence was all Tezuka’s fault. The other had obviously done it on purpose, and Inui had come to recognize that Tezuka’s Machiavellian habits around the time Ryoma claimed Seigaku’s ‘pillar’ for himself. That and the transfer of Tachibana Kippei and Kamio Akira into Seigaku high at the beginning of their respective third years. This created at least 10 individuals with the ability to make the regulars.

Off the regulars and back to more intense training Inui took the time to create what he liked to call ‘Sin-thesis’ and what the regulars called ‘a bottle of trouble’. It would cause the second time Fuji suffered from his tea when it was still merely a prototype kindly labeled as ‘Inui Juice 10,932 samble c’ and placed in Inui’s water bottle. The water bottle had mysteriously ended up in Fuji’s hands, it was Eiji playing a practical joke, but no one would know that until he started bawling as Fuji was carried to the nurses office.

Inui had been ordered to run laps by Tezuka and was now standing over Fuji’s bed observing the other. Fuji looked peaceful when asleep, angelic even. To those who had seen Fuji’s ‘true’ nature it was an obvious lie. Fuji moaned in his unconscious state, curling under the thin nurses office blankets.

...next time he’d go easy on the holy water, it would be horrible if Fuji burst into flame on the court.


Title: Super Seme (1/?)
Pairing: Oshitari/Gakuto, Oishi/Taki, Oishi/Eiji(hints), Tezuka/Oishi(hints), FujiEiji (hints)
Summary: Oishi is a mild mannered reporter in Seigakuopolis. Until he hears someone scream for help that is! Then he becomes Super seme!


Oishi Syuuichiro looked out the window of the Daily Gaku staring idly at the city below. Idly he brushed aside the few strands of hair that hung into his face. Turning back to his computer he returned to typing up his latest article, a detailed interview with Yanagisawa Shinya of Rudolpham. Oishi was actually finding vast amusement in typing it up, though every time he hit a ‘da ne’ the computer asked if he was making a spelling error. Oishi was amused by this because he knew that in the time Yangisawa-san had stopped in to Seigakuopolis there had been a visit from Duckman as well. Oishi also knew that Duckman was really Yanagisawa-san’s secret identity.

Oishi knew this because he had a secret identity as well.

Oishi Syuuichiroh, mild mannered reporter, was really SuperSeme.

....yes. That’s right. SuperSeme. The crime fighting super hero from another world. The Big Blue Boyscout. The man fighting for the rights and freedom of uke’s and seme’s everywhere.

“Yo, egghead!” Oishi turned his head to smile at Taki Haginosuke, his partner in reporting and the love of his life. “How’s the article going?” Taki asked as he sat down on the edge of Oishi’s desk, a cup of coffee held in each hand. Taki handed one over and Oishi took it gratefully.

“Thank you Taki-san.” He stated with a smile that Taki waved off with one hand.

“What sort of partner would I be if I didn’t make sure you were awake?” He asked and peeked at the screen. “Nearly done typing huh?” Taki sipped his coffee and Oishi blushed, typing in another line quickly. “That Yanagisawa-san was pretty hot and heavy stuff ne?” Taki asked, turning one of his brilliant smiles on Oishi, who felt his face flame. “I was kinda sad when he broke that date with me though...”

“Ah.” Oishi felt his blush disappear. When Yanagisawa had appeared in Seigakuopolis Oishi had worried about the strides the playboy had quickly made in winning Taki’s affection. Upon discovering that Yangisawa was Duckman though Oishi felt a little appeased. Especially when Yanagisawa had to cancel a date in order to deal with ‘The Mumbler’ who had come from Rudolphman to Seigakuopolis in the search for his next big diamond heist. ‘The Mumbler’ was renowned for tying his opponents up in grip tape and mumbling them into unconsciousness. He had, on occasion, been known to take grip taped victims back to his lair and sleep with them. The most notable of his victims of course being Kamio Akira, otherwise known as ‘Rhythm’, a sidekick to ‘Monkman’.

Poor Rhythm... it was so sad being trapped in a love triangle between an arch villain and a superhero.

Suddenly Oishi heard a scream somewhere in Seigakuopolis. Turning to look at the window Oishi stood. “Ah, sorry Taki, but I have to go!” He stated and rushed out of the cubicle. Taki, who had actually been in the middle of an amusing anecdote about the waiter at the restaurant and some rich woman paused and scowled.

“Damn you Egghead! You’re always rushing out on me!”
--
SuperSeme flew through the skies of Seigakuopolis, easily honing on in the source of the scream. It seemed there was trouble down by the water dam! Zooming in with his supervision SuperSeme easily spotted the rampaging mutated monster. Speeding up SuperSeme bolted towards the dam to stop the monster before it flooded the city!

Before he could get to the monster though someone got there before him! Two figures appeared, one in pink and the other in sky blue. The pink one wore a mask and on top of his head he seemed to have cat ears, while the sky blue one had wings sprouting from his back and wore a mask too. Oishi hovered, watching in amazement as the two easily defeated the mutated creature and saved the dam. Floating down Oishi watched as the pink one bounced off surface to surface while the blue one floated beside him.

“Nya! Fu... Tsubame look! It’s SuperSeme!” Tsubame nodded his head and turned his face to look at Oishi. The other’s eyes appeared closed but SuperSeme knew the other could see him, he could feel the assessing weight of Tsubame’s gaze.

“I see him Neko-chan.” Tsubame stated lightly. Tsubame’s voice was soft and light, nearly feminine, but SuperSeme didn’t need his x-ray vision to tell him that Tsubame was a man. Tsubame’s lycra jumpsuit told him that already.

“Hoi Hoi! SuperSeme!!!” Neko-chan called out, waving a pink gloved hand. “Stop hovering, come on down and we’ll chat!” Neko-chan smiled happily at him and SuperSeme felt his heartbeat quicken. The others bright orbs glittered behind the mask and SuperSeme found himself struck in a way only Taki had before.

“Welcome to Seigakuopolis.” Oishi greeted, lightly touching down on the top of the dam and standing next to Neko-chan and Tsubame. “It’s always nice to see new superheros.”

“We’re glad to be here.” Tsubame said sweetly and Neko-chan nodded in agreement.

“Ah.” Oishi couldn’t drag his eyes away from Neko-chan’s pink clad form. The way the lycra flowed over Neko-chan’s chest, and accented the others lithe but muscular body, the fit of the others legs and the definite bulge in the others.... SuperSeme’s face flamed and he looked away quickly. Tsubame was watching him sharply now, deep blue eyes glittering from behind the others mask. Oishi cleared his throat. “Are you two planning on staying in Seigakuopolis or is this a visit?”

“Well, we’re thinking about it ne Fu... Tsubame-chan?” Neko-chan asked as he bounced over to his winged partner, flinging his arms around the other.

“Saa..We’re definitely thinking about it.” Oishi smiled at that statement.
“You’ll want to watch out for the press then. They’re rabid.” As he made this statement various reporters were showing up to investigate this new super duo, Taki the first among the crowd. Oishi smiled and nodded his head. “I’ll be off then.”

Tsubame looked at the reporters shouting questions and smiled innocently. “You can call us... Dream.”
–

Oshitari Yuushi frowned as he shut off his television set. Just what he needed, more superheros! This ‘Dream’ pair was going to wreak havoc on Oshitari’s perfectly laid out plans! “Yuushi,” a seductive purr sounded from his bedroom. “Come to bed.” Oshitari turned his head to look as Gakuto, his longstanding lover, strode out of the bedroom dressed only in one of Oshitari’s dress shirts, a loosely buttoned dress shirt as well.

“I can’t Gakuto, I still have to prepare for tomorrow’s meeting with Fuji Syuusuke from Atobe Enterprises.” Gakuto pouted and slipped his arms around Oshitari’s neck, pressing himself against his lover.

“Is he more important then me?” Gakuto asked wide eyed and Oshitari slid a hand up to cup Gakuto’s ass.

“No one is more important then you.” He said before he bent his head to kiss his red haired love.

Oishi looked up as Tezuka waved him into his office. Setting down his morning cup of coffee he stepped inside. “Tezuka?” Tezuka was his boss at the Daily Gaku, actually he was everyone’s boss at the Daily Gaku, but Tezuka and Oishi shared a special relationship. When Tezuka had first come to Seigakuopolis the Daily Gaku had been a struggling enterprise, just founded by the enigmatic Yamato. Tezuka and Oishi had arrived at the paper at the same time, but Tezuka’s skill in journalism and his charismatic personality immediately made Yamato pick him as a successor. Tezuka had looked to Oishi as his right hand man, his star reporter, especially when Tezuka started to get bogged down with the other details of running a paper like th Daily Gaku.

And the Daily Gaku had thrived.

“Oishi I have to as a favor of you.” Tezuka said, sitting himself behind his large oaken desk and steepling his fingers. Oishi stepped close to the desk, placing his hand on the chair that sat directly in front of the desk.

“Yes Tezuka?”

“I have an old kouhei from when I was working at ‘The En’ coming into town. He’s doing some freelance work for us here while he is in town and I wanted to know if you could keep an eye on him.” Tezuka leveled one of the stares that required no effort at all. “Kikumaru is excitable, and Seigakuopolis can be dangerous.”

Oishi swallowed. He had always felt that there was more then a small chance of Tezuka knowing about his superhero work. After all, Tezuka was a frighteningly smart person and Oishi had a few close calls.

"I'll take care of him Tezuka." Oishi assured the other. "When is he coming in?"

"Hoi hoi! TEZUUUUUUUUKA-BUCHOU!" Someone shouted out on the main floor. Oishi blinked and turned as the dulcet tones affected his sensitive ears. Tezuka's lips twitched into a small smile before falling into his usual frown.

"He just did." Oishi smiled feebly at Tezuka, turning to the door as it was opened and a red head poked inside.

“Buchou!” A rather hot looking young man bounced into the office, wide smile on his face. Oishi looked the other over. His heart started beating fast. Kikumaru was the most perfect man Oishi had ever seen. His legs were long and lean, and his chest filled out his tight black tee shirt perfectly. Over that Eiji wore an unbuttoned blue shirt, which matched his sparkling blue eyes. The other’s hair was red, and in the cutest flipped out style Oishi had ever seen.

“Kikumaru.” Tezuka greeted the other solemnly. The redhead beamed, and to Oishi his smile sparkled. Face going red Oishi didn’t know how Tezuka could expect him to speak to such a magnificent being. He was just.... perfect.
“Hoi hoi!” Eiji held out his hand, which Tezuka gingerly shook. “Man, Fujiko and I were so glad to get into town and off the road. As much as traveling’s fun and all we do like to get a decent nights sleep once in a while.” Tezuka’s eyebrow twitched and Oishi wondered why.

“Fuji is with you?” Tezuka asked slowly. Eiji nodded his head.

“Yeah, Fuji’s the reason we left Hyotei Capital. He’s on some sort of business trip?” Eiji’s brow furrowed. “I dunno, we stop places and he goes to meetings.” Shrugging Eiji looked around the room. “Nya, Buchou! Who’s that?” Eiji blinked wide blue eyes at Oishi.

“Ah, I’m Oishi Syuichiroh.” Oishi said nervously. “Nice to meet you.” Eiji blinked, head tilting in a distinctly cat like move. For a minute Oishi swore that his pupils turned to slits instead of being round. The moment seemed to slow, and was then broken by Tezuka’s small almost silent cough.

“Nya! Nice to meet’cha Oishi!” Eiji smiled and then bounced across the room, his arms wrapping around one of Oishi’s. Oishi swore even his *hair* would turn red from the blushing. “He my guide Tezuka-buchou?”

“Yes.” Tezuka looked between them. “Try not to wear him out or get him killed.” Eiji snickered.

“It was only the once!” And then dragged Oishi out of the office.