Across the Round Table. Chapter 4 - Trials of Tezuka Kunimitsu

“So how did a retro lamp from your sister make you sick?” Tezuka questioned.

“I don't know.” Fuji replied without a thought. He pulled Tezuka closer so that they could continue where they left off.

The end of Tezuka’s lip managed to curl because he let his guard down, but guard matters not when he is with Fuji. Gentle lips met and parted, heated breaths exchanged in the comfort of proximity.

He kissed Fuji’s lips. He kissed Fuji’s chin. He kissed Fuji’s neck. He kissed Fuji’s chest, and all the way down to Fuji’s navel.

“I like your pants,” he growled.

“Really? Shall I keep them on then?”

“No way.”

Tezuka could feel Fuji's wicked smile creep to the corners of the room. It was scary, actually, for someone to exude such an aura. Then again, it could just all be in his head. He brushed his chin over a hardened bulge on Fuji's crotch, which caused the guy to shiver. Tezuka cleared his head for a second. He shouldn't have done that though, because when he did so, he realized he would fail as a captain if he allowed himself to continue. He looked up to Fuji, whose face was sinister and seductive.

"Don't-You-Dare-Stop-Now" Fuji's velvet voice threaded the words.

"You're sick. You have to rest." Tezuka said. Unlike his companion's velvet-wrapping voice, his version of voice was like throwing pebbles at a person.

Swaying Tezuka to fall under full control was a very difficult thing to do. While Fuji could get others to buckle and slave under him without so much as two words, Tezuka was a challenge. He had to know when to resign, or it was game over and he wouldn't have won anything. They had been playing the same game for quite a while, and Fuji at least by now knew how to end each game without completely losing.

"If you don't do it, I'll have to do it myself. How am I supposed to rest if you make me work?"

Tezuka's mind was fooled by the logic even though there was a gaping hole in it. "Just to make it clear, victory goes to no one."

"Understood. That's not what we're playing for. Now, you were about to do something?"

Tezuka caught the zipper between his teeth and tugged it down. He mentally shook his head as he saw no underwear. With a little help, Fuji's erection sprang free. Tezuka caressed Fuji's navel area and down his thighs, avoiding the most precious places. It felt good to Fuji, and he patiently savoured the touch, anticipating more. It was a long while before Tezuka traced his finger around the base, never moving up.

"Tezuka!! What are you doing??" Fuji's flushed face was of frustration. He brought his hands that were clutching the sheets down to his erection, but Tezuka stopped him. The captain crawled over his subordinate, and that was when Fuji realized his friend was still fully clothed. Mouths met, and Fuji started unbuttoning Tezuka's shirt. He rolled them both over so they were on their sides.

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