What do we mean to each other?

Summary: Tezuka had been very distant when it comes to the aggressiveness of Fuji but things might spice up a little when a guy from a rival school confesses his unrelenting love towards Fuji. The love of which reminds Fuji of his own feelings towards Tezuka. Will Fuji be able to understand his feelings, move on and take the risk with this new guy?

Warning: contains shounen-ai (boy's Love)
Disclaimer: The author does not own the characters, only the plot and the setting.

Chapter 1: Unsure

"Fuji, where are the others?" A young man asked. He wore thin glasses that looked quite fashionable on him. His hair had been brushed to the left. He checked his watch again; it read fifteen minutes past five in the afternoon. "They should be here to try these jackets," he said, looking at the neatly hanged blue-and-white Seigaku jackets.

Fuji, a couple of inches shorter than Tezuka with his neatly styled hair locked the door to the clubroom behind him. His eyes disappeared the moment his vicious smile materialized.

"Oh, they were here.. a couple of minutes earlier.." He went to Tezuka, smile still fixed on his face. "They tried the jackets when they dropped by."

"Well, in that case, we should be getting out of here," Tezuka said instantly, avoiding the tensai's eyes.

Fuji went to the hanging jackets and picked the one which had been tagged as belonging to Tezuka. "How about trying your jacket first?"

Tezuka turned back to face Fuji. "I'll try it later." He stated, taking the jacket from Fuji's hand. He moved to hang the jacket back on the rack.

"That would be a pity..." Fuji's eyes never left Tezuka. "I wonder if you are that conscious to try it out in front of me.." In that case, you won't have a choice but to remove that old jacket of yours and then I'll be able to see your thin undershirt clinging to your perfect body.

Tezuka turned his back once more. All he managed to say was a short "hn." But what he really meant to say was Of course, it will certainly suit you.

"So you don't trust my judgment at all, is that right?" Fuji pushed on further, determined to crack Tezuka's passiveness.

Silently, Tezuka slowly removed his jacket, unaware of the eyes that followed his every move. Fuji licked his lips in approval. As Tezuka unbuttoned the last button on his jacket, he felt his body being pushed against the wall.

Seconds later, he felt a hand going under his shirt. Slowly, the hand lifted his shirt, trailing up his chest until it caressed his right nipple.

It sent chills throughout his body, and Tezuka felt a slight, involuntary shiver. Sure, he felt something for Fuji, but to go beyond this unspoken feeling...it was unimaginable. He never even wanted to think about it. He had been content in dealing with his feelings in a solitary, stoid way.

Fuji was enjoying himself thoroughly. How long had he been waiting to do this, Tezuka wondered. He felt Fuji's caress turn to something stronger, and he closed his eyes, trying to regain his stoic calmness that he had before Fuji started...this.

Fuji could feel Tezuka's resistance to his advances. Tezuka. Fuji did not really understand him, and that the tensai admitted to himself. He had already confessed his love a long time ago but Tezuka did not seem to care. What confused the tensai even more was that Tezuka hadn't rejected him...at least, not in a way that Fuji could see. And that had given Fuji hope.

What is the point in being indecisive, Tezuka? Will you accept or not? How long are you going to prolong the agony?

These were the thoughts running inside Fuji's mind as he continued to caress Tezuka's nipple with his tongue. Moving to the left nipple, he felt Tezuka shiver. His reaction deepened the heat burning within Fuji's body. This time, instead of kissing, Fuji started sucking Tezuka's nipple, which was followed by a soft gasp from Tezuka.

"Fu… Fuji, stop!" Tezuka's angry voice filled the air as he pushed Fuji away.

Fuji was caught off balance. He smiled quickly to cover the shocked look on his face when Tezuka, the man he had loved for all these years, pushed him away. How could I even think that Tezuka enjoys what I do to him? I am stupid.

"I'm sorry Tezuka, I just can't re--"

"Stop. I don't want hear it." He said, looking directly at Fuji. His face was red and flushed from Fuji's kissing. In order to hide this expression, he tried to look angry.

He is furious. That's pretty obvious from the look on his face.

Fuji stood up and stared directly at Tezuka, "I'm really sorry, Tezuka. Don't worry, this will not happen again."

Tezuka didn't even reply as he walked past Fuji, buttoning his shirt quickly as he left the clubhouse, and Fuji, behind.

For Fuji, seeing Tezuka walking away from him now was like seeing him walk away from him forever. Fuji bowed his head in defeat, his long lashes lowered in...disappointment? Regret? Even Fuji wasn't sure what he was feeling right now.

"… for now." Tezuka blurted out as he closed the clubhouse door behind him. He chided himself mentally for blurting out a sentence that didn't make sense at all. He had been so disoriented by Fuji's startling advancement that his thoughts were in a disarray. Leaning on the other side of the door, he thought of what he really meant to say to Fuji... It's all right for now...until I'm sure of the feelings I have for you. Just stay put.

Hearing the thud as the door closed, Fuji thought, I am really losing him.

A/N: readers, what do you think so far? Let me hear your views – reaction, comment, constructive criticism and encouragement are highly appreciated.

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