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kat8chaTitle: Stop Groping Me
Author: K8
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: .... R
Summary: Fuji gets groped, searches for groper, and gets banged against a door.
Forreddwarfer
Author: K8
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: .... R
Summary: Fuji gets groped, searches for groper, and gets banged against a door.
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reddwarferFuji hesitated at the clubroom door. Of late he had been debating whether he really needed to change after practice. He knew he did, but making Tezuka assign him laps so that he didn’t have to change with the others was becoming increasingly tempting. Stepping into the locker room Fuji strode purposefully towards his locker. As soon as he stepped in front of it he smiled, turning to talk to Eiji as he stripped off his shirt. It was then he felt it, a light touch to his ass. Fuji stilled the urge to jump. It had happened a few times with the tennis club, a light stroke, a pinch, once there had been a slap. Fuji *had* jumped when that happened, he had also shouted. Oishi had shot him worried glances for *days*. Fuji folded his shirt and placed it in his locked. Glancing around the club room Fuji furrowed his brows. He had a list of suspects, and he was just going to have to go through them to find out who it was.
First on his list was Eiji
Eiji gulped as he was approached by a dangerous looking Fui. He backed up against the classroom wall, swallowing. He and Fuji had been put on clean up duty together, which was not an unusual occurrence. Fuji approaching him in a... dangerous and strangely sexy manner was not. “F-Fuji...” He wished he could disappear into the wall, Fuji was getting really close and was opening his eyes. “U-um... I’m not sure what you want... but I don’t think this is the way to get it.”
“Eiji.” Fuji purred and Eiji swallowed again. His best friend was obviously in a highly dangerous and unstable state of mind. Eiji should scream for buchou immediately. Tezuka was probably somewhere close by, he always was when Fuji was involved.
“Eiiiiiiijiii.” Fuji smiled slowly. “Have you been touching my ass in the locker room?” Eiji’s eyes widened and he gulped. He should have known Fuji would get around to confronting them about the ‘Great Ass Conspiracy’ sooner or later. Fuji was a tensai after all.
“No!” Eiji shook his head. “I would never do that Fuji! I love you and all, but like a friend.” Eiji would admit that Fuji was hot of course. The Seigaku tensai was *dead sexy* and Eiji had yet to meet anyone who was completely unaffected. Eiji however knew that there was a gigantic hurdle to Fuji’s affections and he was not about to try to jump it. His acrobatics could only do so much.
Fuji frowned, eyes shutting. He had been so sure... Since he was always talking to Eiji the other was around whenever he’d been molested, and Eiji was known for glomping and molesting teammates. Of course Eiji wasn’t exactly subtle about it, so maybe he shouldn’t have been at the top of Fuji’s list. “Do you know who it is then?” Fuji blinked as Eiji suddenly squeaked and stared at the door.
“Fuji, Kikumaru, you’re late for practice. Twenty laps.” Tezuka’s clipped, deep voice rang through the clubroom and Fuji turned, a scowl on his face overlaid with a cheery mask. He didn’t know how Tezuka had managed to sneak up on him, usually the other had slow, heavy easily definable footsteps.
“Hai, hai buchou.” Fuji pouted just a little as he headed for the classroom door, Tezuka’s gaze heavy on his back.
Inui was mildly surprised to find Fuji sitting in the chemistry lab that evening. It was where Inui created his Inui juice usually, his chemistry sets at home where impressive but he didn’t have a hood and sometimes the fumes were dangerous. Plus his parents had come home to him making them once and the fall out had not been pleasant.
“Fuji.” He greeted, shutting the door behind him. Fuji smiled, swivelling on one of the high bar stools used in the lab. “I was wondering if you would come see me.” There had been a 79% change that Fuji was confronting people today about his ‘problem’. There had been a 40% chance of Fuji confronting his molester directly, and only a 15% chance that Inui would be confronted at all.
“Inui.” Fuji smiled, nodding at the bubbling mixture next to him. “New juice?”
“Ah.” Inui set the newest ingredients on the table next to the juice. “What brings you to see me?”
“I think you know.” Fuji’s eyes were open, a bad sign. Inui’s own eyes glinted behind his glasses. Ii data.
“Would this be about the casual molestation you have been enduring for months now?” Fuji’s eyes were bright blue, sharp and piercing. Inui’s glasses reflected the danger, allowing the data fiend the ability to enjoy the pure ascetics of Fuji’s eyes.
“Do you know anything about it Inui?” Fuji questioned, soft, sweet voice taking on low and dangerous tones.
“Mmm, the possibility of you going on a hunt for your molester was 99.9%, the chances of you finding him round up to about 78%, depending on whether he wishes to reveal himself or not.” Inui smirked. “The chances of me being said molester? 0%.”
“Saa, but you know who is ne?” Fuji moved off the bar stool, approaching Inui. The door to the lab was thrown open then and Fuji paused.
“Fuji, Inui, go home.” Tezuka’s gaze was stern and dissaproving. Fuji scowled. If Tezuka kept interrupting he would get nowhere.
The next day at practice Eiji and Inui found themselves running double the usual laps for small things. News spread through the club like wildfire that Tezuka was irritated and not to cross him today. The regulars slanted their gaze at Fuji when they heard the news, deciding to make themselves scarce. That is, all the regulars except for Taka, who was rather clueless about inter club relations and gossip in general.
Unfortunately for Taka he was next on Fuji’s list anyway.
“A-Ano.... Fujiko...” Taka blinked as Fuji approached with a definite look on his face. Fuji smiled sweetly at Taka, calmly walking forward until he stood next to the other.
“Ne... Taka-san.” Fuji purred and Taka reminded himself that Fuji was a boy and dammit he was straight. “Is there something you want to tell me?” Taka gulped, backing away just a little. He glanced around the courts but no one was looking at them. Tezuka was up in the clubroom doing.... well whatever he did. There would be no restraining Fuji.
“Ah... ah.... no.” Taka blushed, backing away just a little more. Fuji followed though.
“Are you sure?” Fuji purred, pressing against Taka’s side. Turning a little red he stuttered, the hand that Fuji wasn’t suddenly holding wheeling wildly. He found himself grasping something long and smooth.
“GREAT-O!!!!” Fuji blinked, now just who had given Taka a racket? Suddenly he was lifted up into Taka’s arms, his lips meeting the others while a strong warm hand groped his ass. He blinked in surprise, gasping a little and his hands balancing on Taka’s shoulders. This was... unexpected. And the hand on his ass... definitely the wrong hand.
“KAWAMURA!!!!!” Taka blinked, the racket dropping from his hand in surprise. He blinked, there was a Fuji in his arms and lips on....
“AH!” He dropped the brunet, stepping away quickly. “Ah-ah-ah. Fujiko I’m sor-”
“KAWAMURA!” Tezuka’s voice was like thunder across thee courts and everyone winced, looking up at the window Tezuka was standing behind. “FIFTY LAPS! NOW!” Nodding the power player took off. Fuji blinked in confusion and the entire courts stilled, staring slightly at him.
“Fuji.” Tezuka cleared his throat. “Come up here. Now.”
Fuji blinked again, looking entirely too vulnerable as he sat on the courts. “Echizen. Escort him.”
Ryoma was definitely smirking as he lead Fuji to the clubroom where Tezuka was waiting. Fuji was still working off his surprise at Taka’s grope. That had never happened when the other was in burning mode before... “Oi, Fuji-senpai.” Fuji blinked at Ryoma. “You look really cute right now.”
“What?” Fuji blinked, and his eyes slid shut as he smiled. “My, my Ryoma. Are you hitting on me?” The snarky first year smirked, his gold eyes glinting in challenge.
“Maybe I am. Or I would be if I didn’t know buchou’d give me laps.” Fuji tapped his chin idly, thinking over that little nugget. Tezuka had been on a lap frenzy lately.
“Saa... he’s just jealous.” Ryoma blinked at Fuji then stifled his laughter, turning it into a ‘che’.
“True senpai.” He opened the clubroom door, then quicker then Fuji could blink (though he’d been doing a lot of that lately) he pulled the taller boy into a kiss, quickly wresting his mouth open and rubbing his tongue against his senpai’s. Fuji squeaked, backing away quickly, rubbing at his mouth.
“ECHIZEN! 60 laps!” Tezuka glared, his glasses flashing angrily. Ryoma smirked cheekily before jogging off.
“Hai, hai, buchou.”
Fuji blinked, closing the door to the clubroom behind him. “Today’s been a day for kissing it seems.” And surprises. Many, many surprises.
“Fuji.” And suddenly Tezuka was in front of him, pressing their bodies together, pinning him against the door. Fuji squeaked again, but any other noises were quickly swallowed by Tezuka’s mouth covering his lips, Tezuka’s tongue winding around his and dragging it out to play, Tezuka’s hand on his ass...
“Oi!” Fuji broke away from the kiss, taking a deep breath. His legs were wrapped around Tezuka’s waist, his arms around his captain’s neck. One of Tezuka’s strong hands rested on his ass, supporting him. “You’re the one who’s been groping me!” Tezuka slapped Fuji’s ass before kissing him again.
“What of it?” Fuji groaned, shaking his head and following Tezuka’s lips. He dug his fingers into Tezuka’s shoulders, kneeding the flesh.
“Was... wondering.” Tezuka had been on the bottom of his list. He just thought his buchou was too stoic for such things. Silly on him really. Fuji moaned, working Tezuka’s shirt off his shoulders so he could slide hands over the others muscled chest. Tezuka had gone straight for Fuji’s pants, unbuttoning them and pushing down, one hand secure on Fuji’s ass while the other wrapped around Fuji’s small cock, causing the brunet to moan and arch upward. “NGH! Tezuka!”
“Kunimitsu.” Tezuka growled into Fuji’s ear. “Call me Kunimitsu.” Fuji shivered, bucking into Tezuka’s touch. “I’ll call you Syuusuke.” Fuji moaned. Oh, that sounded good. He tipped his head to the side, feeling the touch of tongue and teeth as Tezuka worked his neck over. There were slim fingers rubbing at his entrance, but not pressing in. Ah, he should buy Tezuka lube so they could do other fun things. He opened Tezuka’s pants, bringing the others cock out and stroking it to the same pace as the rhythm Tezuka was working on him.
“Kunimitsu.” He gasped out, eyes wide and searching for Tezuka’s as he came. Tezuka met Fuji’s eyes, groaning as the hand around him tightened and came too, warm semen spilling over Fuji’s dainty grip.
“...you’re such a jealous boyfriend.” Fuji chuckled as he lay limp against Tezuka, his back pressing against the cool wood of the clubroom door. Tezuka straightened from where he was leaning against Fuji.
“Boyfriend?” He arched an eyebrow at Fuji, who smiled sweetly.
“I don’t put out for just anyway Tezuka Kunimitsu. If you’re not dating me then you can’t touch my ass anymore.” Fuji grinned, “And now that I know it’s you...” Tezuka grunted in surprise at the sudden slap to his own ass, glaring at the smirking imp. “I’ll be sure to repay in kind.”
First on his list was Eiji
Eiji gulped as he was approached by a dangerous looking Fui. He backed up against the classroom wall, swallowing. He and Fuji had been put on clean up duty together, which was not an unusual occurrence. Fuji approaching him in a... dangerous and strangely sexy manner was not. “F-Fuji...” He wished he could disappear into the wall, Fuji was getting really close and was opening his eyes. “U-um... I’m not sure what you want... but I don’t think this is the way to get it.”
“Eiji.” Fuji purred and Eiji swallowed again. His best friend was obviously in a highly dangerous and unstable state of mind. Eiji should scream for buchou immediately. Tezuka was probably somewhere close by, he always was when Fuji was involved.
“Eiiiiiiijiii.” Fuji smiled slowly. “Have you been touching my ass in the locker room?” Eiji’s eyes widened and he gulped. He should have known Fuji would get around to confronting them about the ‘Great Ass Conspiracy’ sooner or later. Fuji was a tensai after all.
“No!” Eiji shook his head. “I would never do that Fuji! I love you and all, but like a friend.” Eiji would admit that Fuji was hot of course. The Seigaku tensai was *dead sexy* and Eiji had yet to meet anyone who was completely unaffected. Eiji however knew that there was a gigantic hurdle to Fuji’s affections and he was not about to try to jump it. His acrobatics could only do so much.
Fuji frowned, eyes shutting. He had been so sure... Since he was always talking to Eiji the other was around whenever he’d been molested, and Eiji was known for glomping and molesting teammates. Of course Eiji wasn’t exactly subtle about it, so maybe he shouldn’t have been at the top of Fuji’s list. “Do you know who it is then?” Fuji blinked as Eiji suddenly squeaked and stared at the door.
“Fuji, Kikumaru, you’re late for practice. Twenty laps.” Tezuka’s clipped, deep voice rang through the clubroom and Fuji turned, a scowl on his face overlaid with a cheery mask. He didn’t know how Tezuka had managed to sneak up on him, usually the other had slow, heavy easily definable footsteps.
“Hai, hai buchou.” Fuji pouted just a little as he headed for the classroom door, Tezuka’s gaze heavy on his back.
Inui was mildly surprised to find Fuji sitting in the chemistry lab that evening. It was where Inui created his Inui juice usually, his chemistry sets at home where impressive but he didn’t have a hood and sometimes the fumes were dangerous. Plus his parents had come home to him making them once and the fall out had not been pleasant.
“Fuji.” He greeted, shutting the door behind him. Fuji smiled, swivelling on one of the high bar stools used in the lab. “I was wondering if you would come see me.” There had been a 79% change that Fuji was confronting people today about his ‘problem’. There had been a 40% chance of Fuji confronting his molester directly, and only a 15% chance that Inui would be confronted at all.
“Inui.” Fuji smiled, nodding at the bubbling mixture next to him. “New juice?”
“Ah.” Inui set the newest ingredients on the table next to the juice. “What brings you to see me?”
“I think you know.” Fuji’s eyes were open, a bad sign. Inui’s own eyes glinted behind his glasses. Ii data.
“Would this be about the casual molestation you have been enduring for months now?” Fuji’s eyes were bright blue, sharp and piercing. Inui’s glasses reflected the danger, allowing the data fiend the ability to enjoy the pure ascetics of Fuji’s eyes.
“Do you know anything about it Inui?” Fuji questioned, soft, sweet voice taking on low and dangerous tones.
“Mmm, the possibility of you going on a hunt for your molester was 99.9%, the chances of you finding him round up to about 78%, depending on whether he wishes to reveal himself or not.” Inui smirked. “The chances of me being said molester? 0%.”
“Saa, but you know who is ne?” Fuji moved off the bar stool, approaching Inui. The door to the lab was thrown open then and Fuji paused.
“Fuji, Inui, go home.” Tezuka’s gaze was stern and dissaproving. Fuji scowled. If Tezuka kept interrupting he would get nowhere.
The next day at practice Eiji and Inui found themselves running double the usual laps for small things. News spread through the club like wildfire that Tezuka was irritated and not to cross him today. The regulars slanted their gaze at Fuji when they heard the news, deciding to make themselves scarce. That is, all the regulars except for Taka, who was rather clueless about inter club relations and gossip in general.
Unfortunately for Taka he was next on Fuji’s list anyway.
“A-Ano.... Fujiko...” Taka blinked as Fuji approached with a definite look on his face. Fuji smiled sweetly at Taka, calmly walking forward until he stood next to the other.
“Ne... Taka-san.” Fuji purred and Taka reminded himself that Fuji was a boy and dammit he was straight. “Is there something you want to tell me?” Taka gulped, backing away just a little. He glanced around the courts but no one was looking at them. Tezuka was up in the clubroom doing.... well whatever he did. There would be no restraining Fuji.
“Ah... ah.... no.” Taka blushed, backing away just a little more. Fuji followed though.
“Are you sure?” Fuji purred, pressing against Taka’s side. Turning a little red he stuttered, the hand that Fuji wasn’t suddenly holding wheeling wildly. He found himself grasping something long and smooth.
“GREAT-O!!!!” Fuji blinked, now just who had given Taka a racket? Suddenly he was lifted up into Taka’s arms, his lips meeting the others while a strong warm hand groped his ass. He blinked in surprise, gasping a little and his hands balancing on Taka’s shoulders. This was... unexpected. And the hand on his ass... definitely the wrong hand.
“KAWAMURA!!!!!” Taka blinked, the racket dropping from his hand in surprise. He blinked, there was a Fuji in his arms and lips on....
“AH!” He dropped the brunet, stepping away quickly. “Ah-ah-ah. Fujiko I’m sor-”
“KAWAMURA!” Tezuka’s voice was like thunder across thee courts and everyone winced, looking up at the window Tezuka was standing behind. “FIFTY LAPS! NOW!” Nodding the power player took off. Fuji blinked in confusion and the entire courts stilled, staring slightly at him.
“Fuji.” Tezuka cleared his throat. “Come up here. Now.”
Fuji blinked again, looking entirely too vulnerable as he sat on the courts. “Echizen. Escort him.”
Ryoma was definitely smirking as he lead Fuji to the clubroom where Tezuka was waiting. Fuji was still working off his surprise at Taka’s grope. That had never happened when the other was in burning mode before... “Oi, Fuji-senpai.” Fuji blinked at Ryoma. “You look really cute right now.”
“What?” Fuji blinked, and his eyes slid shut as he smiled. “My, my Ryoma. Are you hitting on me?” The snarky first year smirked, his gold eyes glinting in challenge.
“Maybe I am. Or I would be if I didn’t know buchou’d give me laps.” Fuji tapped his chin idly, thinking over that little nugget. Tezuka had been on a lap frenzy lately.
“Saa... he’s just jealous.” Ryoma blinked at Fuji then stifled his laughter, turning it into a ‘che’.
“True senpai.” He opened the clubroom door, then quicker then Fuji could blink (though he’d been doing a lot of that lately) he pulled the taller boy into a kiss, quickly wresting his mouth open and rubbing his tongue against his senpai’s. Fuji squeaked, backing away quickly, rubbing at his mouth.
“ECHIZEN! 60 laps!” Tezuka glared, his glasses flashing angrily. Ryoma smirked cheekily before jogging off.
“Hai, hai, buchou.”
Fuji blinked, closing the door to the clubroom behind him. “Today’s been a day for kissing it seems.” And surprises. Many, many surprises.
“Fuji.” And suddenly Tezuka was in front of him, pressing their bodies together, pinning him against the door. Fuji squeaked again, but any other noises were quickly swallowed by Tezuka’s mouth covering his lips, Tezuka’s tongue winding around his and dragging it out to play, Tezuka’s hand on his ass...
“Oi!” Fuji broke away from the kiss, taking a deep breath. His legs were wrapped around Tezuka’s waist, his arms around his captain’s neck. One of Tezuka’s strong hands rested on his ass, supporting him. “You’re the one who’s been groping me!” Tezuka slapped Fuji’s ass before kissing him again.
“What of it?” Fuji groaned, shaking his head and following Tezuka’s lips. He dug his fingers into Tezuka’s shoulders, kneeding the flesh.
“Was... wondering.” Tezuka had been on the bottom of his list. He just thought his buchou was too stoic for such things. Silly on him really. Fuji moaned, working Tezuka’s shirt off his shoulders so he could slide hands over the others muscled chest. Tezuka had gone straight for Fuji’s pants, unbuttoning them and pushing down, one hand secure on Fuji’s ass while the other wrapped around Fuji’s small cock, causing the brunet to moan and arch upward. “NGH! Tezuka!”
“Kunimitsu.” Tezuka growled into Fuji’s ear. “Call me Kunimitsu.” Fuji shivered, bucking into Tezuka’s touch. “I’ll call you Syuusuke.” Fuji moaned. Oh, that sounded good. He tipped his head to the side, feeling the touch of tongue and teeth as Tezuka worked his neck over. There were slim fingers rubbing at his entrance, but not pressing in. Ah, he should buy Tezuka lube so they could do other fun things. He opened Tezuka’s pants, bringing the others cock out and stroking it to the same pace as the rhythm Tezuka was working on him.
“Kunimitsu.” He gasped out, eyes wide and searching for Tezuka’s as he came. Tezuka met Fuji’s eyes, groaning as the hand around him tightened and came too, warm semen spilling over Fuji’s dainty grip.
“...you’re such a jealous boyfriend.” Fuji chuckled as he lay limp against Tezuka, his back pressing against the cool wood of the clubroom door. Tezuka straightened from where he was leaning against Fuji.
“Boyfriend?” He arched an eyebrow at Fuji, who smiled sweetly.
“I don’t put out for just anyway Tezuka Kunimitsu. If you’re not dating me then you can’t touch my ass anymore.” Fuji grinned, “And now that I know it’s you...” Tezuka grunted in surprise at the sudden slap to his own ass, glaring at the smirking imp. “I’ll be sure to repay in kind.”
