Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu & Fuji Syusuke
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned.
Warning: Hot guys smooching. You have been forewarned.

This takes place approximately one hour after Settling Scores.
(Same universe as The Selfish and The Greedy.)

Words Unspoken

Fuji stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, to find Tezuka at the far end of his studio apartment, engaged in a phone call by the window. Towelling his hair dry as he quietly walked over to the sofa, he took a quick glance at his own cell phone to check for any messages as he sat down.

"Yes, I'm aware of that."
"I know. I apologise."
"…"
"No."
"Tomorrow night. I promise."
"7.30pm? All right."

Tezuka met the gaze of keen blue eyes through the reflection of the window glass, and quickly ended the call.

"I have to go. See you tomorrow."

Turning around, he let a small sigh escape from his lips as he took the few steps over to the sofa, placed his phone down on the coffee table, and sank into the cushions beside Fuji. Shifting to lounge on the couch, Fuji placed his head in Tezuka's lap and gazed up at the bespectacled man, the white terry bathrobe loosely wrapped around his body unravelling slightly in the process.

"Who do you have a date with at 7.30pm tomorrow?" Fuji asked teasingly, even though he had a clear idea of who Tezuka had been talking to. There was only one person the stoic man blatantly makes promises to.

"My mother. She was expecting me for dinner tonight. Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow?" Tezuka asked, running his fingers through damp honey-coloured hair.

"I'll pass. I doubt she'd be pleased if she realized that her dear son missed dinner because he was too busy messing up my sheets." Fuji answered with a small smirk. Tezuka bent over to cover that smirk with a quick kiss, his cheeks burning a little as he recalled their accomplishments of the day.

"Did we ruin any other plans you had today?" Fuji asked, the fact that Tezuka was the nation's top tennis star and that he rarely came back to Japan belatedly dawning upon him. The media must be scrambling to get a hold of him.

"No," the athlete said with a light shake of his head, his hand moving to caress the red marks he had marred the other's fair skin with, "but I won't be able to spend time with you tomorrow. I'll need to head home early in the morning to grab a change of clothes. I have two interviews with the local TV stations, a lunch meeting with one of my sponsors, another interview with a sports magazine… and dinner."

"Guess I'll have to spend my Sunday with somebody else then." Fuji briefly entertained the thought of inviting Kikumaru out for tea and casually dropping the bomb that he was seeing Tezuka again.

"Can I trust you not to soil anyone's car seats?" Amber eyes bore into orbs of blue. Be mine, only mine.

A rare tease. Azure eyes widened in surprise, sparkling with excitement and affection. Fuji sat up and slid into Tezuka's lap, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck and pulling the other closer for a kiss that wordlessly spoke of love and promises.

Fuji smiled and whispered against Tezuka's lips, "I'll always call your name."

I'm yours, forever yours.

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A/N: I couldn't help but milk the limousine incident. Sorry Atobe fans, but I doubt I'll ever let him live this down. XD As always, thanks for reading & reviewing :)