DISCLAIMER: Aloha! Prince of Tennis is created and owned by Takeshi Konomi and the company releasing it. NOT MINE!

"Ne Syusuke, it's your phone," Shiraishi muttered, gently tapping his boyfriend's shoulder.

Fuji groaned in mild annoyance, keeping his eyes shut and cuddling closer to the other guy. Of course he was aware of his phone's insistent ringing. It has been annoyingly emitting that soft buzzing sound for several minutes already, and whoever it was on the other line clearly doesn't have an ounce of shame and consideration in his system. Unluckily for that person, Fuji also didn't feel like being considerate.

Not especially when he's enjoying the warmth of his ever-gorgeous boyfriend's body against his.

"You sure you don't want to get that?"

Fuji just hummed, leaning his head on Shiraishi's chest.

"All right."

But then Shiraishi's phone started ringing, all in full volume blast. The silver-haired guy frowned, grabbed the device from the bedside table and took the call. He noted the frown that crept on Fuji's forehead, clearly not liking the idea of him, welcoming any form of distraction.

"Yes?"

"Am I speaking to the mighty Dr. Shiraishi from the Bowow Therapy Clinic?" came the playful, masculine voice from the other line. Shiraishi need not to ask who it was. A sigh escaped his lips as he glanced at his boyfriend's sleeping figure against him. "Niou-kun...I don't need to tell you that this time's quite-"

"Oh hello there Shiraishi-sama! It's so good to hear your bedroom voice at..." a pause "..oh right, one in the morning. I'd really love to hear more from you, but something came up and I really need to get Syusuke on the phone. Could you please wake him up?" The voice was coated in fake kindness and flattery but Shiraishi easily recognized the urgency in the tone. Besides, it's not like this is the first time. Ever since he dated Fuji, he became more immune to unconventional date routines and untimely calls from tons of different people. Niou just happened to be among the regular callers.

He heaved a sigh. "All right. Give me a moment."

He adjusted his position on bed so he was facing Fuji. "Syusuke...it's Niou."

No response.

"He says it's urgent," he whispered, gently shaking Fuji's shoulder. "I think you need to take this call."

Still no response.

"Syu-"

"Oh please..." Fuji cut him off, grabbing the phone from his hand with an annoyed look as he lay down on his back. "What now, Niou?"

He heard a soft whistle from the other line, "Bad mood aren't we? May I just remind you that that's not the way to talk to your superior and-"

"And this is not the right time to call me," Fuji cut him off.

"Whoa...excuse me if I interrupted your steamy sex with your hot boyfriend, but work is work. I'm just doing mine," came the familiar retort. "At least you got laid while I'm here buried on truckloads of paperwork. Put yourself in my shoe for a sec, will you?"

Fuji rolled his eyes, as he slowly stood up. "Fine, fine. I get it. Just stop whining about your imaginary love life."

"Hey! I do have a love-"

But Fuji ended the call and placed Shiraishi's phone back on the bedside table.

"I guess that means I have to spend the rest of the night without you," Shiraishi said in a matter of fact tone.

"Trust me, I don't want to go anywhere," Fuji purred, going back beside his boyfriend and planting a soft kiss on his lips. Shiraishi kissed him back, pulling him closer and trying to get as much intimacy as he can before his lover once again heads out for his usual week-long assignments.

Fuji moaned into the kiss, bringing a hand up to plant gentle caresses on his boyfriend's chest. Jeez...why does work always have to get in the way of his healthy sex life?

"All right baby, that's enough," Shiraishi muttered, unwillingly pulling himself away from the kiss and gently prying Fuji's fingers on his nipple.

"We still have fifteen minutes," Fuji whined, bringing his hand to his boyfriend's nape and pulling him closer. "I need more of you."

Shiraishi sighed. He needed as much as his lover wants. Maybe even more. But he knew better that if they let lust take over above duty, Fuji's going to be in trouble. That's the last thing he wants considering the already shaky relationship he had with his eccentric boss. Besides, he seriously thought Niou sounded a bit too desperate for some hand.

"C'mon, let's save the best part for some other time."

Fuji sighed, finally letting him go and standing up from bed. "I'll finish work tomorrow evening. Then...maybe you can join me for dinner," he said grabbing a towel from the closet and slowly padding towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to plan out something special for dessert!" Shiraishi called, hearing the mild sound of the shower being turned on.

The relationship they had wasn't perfect. Difficult even. Fuji has to stay out for field work most of the time while he, a veterinarian, stays on his own private clinic. Between the two of them, it's pretty much obvious who gets to make more adjustment to accommodate each other. But even with their flexible arrangement, Shiraishi never saw it as a chore. He loves Fuji enough to make some little sacrifices like constantly readjusting his schedule.

Still, times like this makes him wonder how better it would be like if Fuji has a more conventional working hours. By then he could stay with him longer.

"This, better be super urgent and important," Fuji muttered, voice coiled in annoyance as he threw his sling bag on his swivel chair. He didn't mind taking a seat and immediately grabbed the black folder placed on his table. He glared at Niou, feeling irritated at the crazed grin he's throwing at him.

"Since when did I call you for the wrong reason?" came the retort.

True.

Whiles his news desk supervisor often call him at inconvenient hours, Fuji could vouch for its professional validity at all times. Niou knows his job well. And he does it spectacularly. Truth be told, Fuji can't imagine how difficult his work will be without the other's support. Besides, it's a sort of their moral obligation as journalists to always be there when news happens. And NEWS is never dependent on anyone's office hours.

In short, Niou did nothing wrong.

He skimmed through the files on the black folder and frowned at an attached image. It was a CCTV-captured photo, not the best resolution, but enough for him to get the profile of the subject.

"Sanada Genichirou," he said, looking straight at his supervisor. "The son of the senatorial candidate, who is allegedly involved in some serious cyber intrusion at Pentagon."

"Bullseye."

Fuji sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "What more do we have on this bar?" he asked, referring to the establishment where Sanada just got off as per the photo.

"It's a STRIP club," Niou corrected, adding an exaggerated emphasis on the 'strip.'

Fuji arched a brow.

"However," Niou continued, settling in front of his computer and typing some keys. He pulled out a file photo and urged Fuji to come closer. The other did. "Apparently, the strippers are just the cover for something more controversial," he said in a conspiratorial tone, pointing at the bags of money displayed on the image. Around the items stood few men in black suit. He didn't recognize any of them.

"You think it's drugs?"

Niou gave him a pointed look. "What I think doesn't matter. Our job is to uncover the real story behind this. And you, my dear Syusuke, is going to do it."

Fuji rolled his eyes. "In short you want me to go undercover."

"No! Of course not. You're not a freaking police investigator. I want you to talk to people and gather substantial information enough to grab the next banner article with your byline on it."

The blue-eyed boy nodded. "Right. The byline."

Niou heard the sarcasm on the tone and stood up. He grabbed Fuji on the shoulders and faced him. "Consider this as your ultimate mission for the greater good," he said in an unusually serious voice and face that made Fuji snicker. "What? I'm being serious!"

"All right. But first," Fuji said, taking Niou's hands off him. "I need my morning coffee."

His supervisor frowned in confusion. "But...you just had sex."

Fuji almost gaped. What kind of lunacy has befallen his witty supervisor to think that sex has something to do with his morning drink preference?

"You know," Niou started with a dismissive wave. "It's supposed to keep your adrenaline active for at least the next couple of hours and-"

"Niou.." Fuji warned, keeping his anger in check. "I'm quite certain of my adrenaline level and I'm pretty sure I can one-punch you to oblivion if you don't shut up. Like, right now."

His eccentric supervisor just shrugged, giving him a conspiratorial wink before leaving.

Fuji released the breath he's holding and glanced at the platinum wall clock hanging at the wall of their office - 2:30 a.m.

This, he knew, is going to be a long day.

SY: *squeaeeeeels!* I love this story. I haven't written much of the scenes yet, but I love this story! Yeah, I know, sounds narcissistic, but I don't often get too much excited for a first chapter so excuse me.

And yes of course, reviews are very much welcome! So is this a TeFu? I'd like to think so, but let's not underestimate Shiraishi, because frankly, he's a very strong contender. As usual, we should just sit back, relax and see how the story unfolds. We wouldn't want Fuji one-punching us, would we?