Disclaimer: I don't own PoT. However, I do own a few OCs, which are Yuki and Naruse in this fic. Don't think there are any more in here.

A/N: Uh… angst. Err… and porn in a written format. Extremely explicit. Flame if you want, I don't know if I like this either. Also, this is definitely AU. Fuji and Tezuka are 22 in this fic, which is mentioned later on as well.

Undercover Agents (NAME HELP PLEASE!!!)

"Yes… yes! Oh… that feels so good… you're really talented…"

"Thank you. After all, it's what I was trained for."

"Jesus- oh, god YES, right there… say you love me… Say it!"

"… I love you…"

Fuji stared out the window aimlessly. Sometimes, he wished he could find a different line of work, but he'd never gone to school, and he didn't know how to do anything but this. His eyes closed. What would it be like to work as a normal person? Maybe in a grocery store, or at a McDonalds somewhere, or maybe something else. What did it feel like? Would he have any skill at it? Would he enjoy that?

A knock on his door, and Yuki popped her head in. "New customer. A little older than you, about 25. Name's Hiro. Says he wants a guy, but he wants to be on top." Fuji nodded, and sighed as she closed the door. Now, to get himself ready… what should he wear to this one? He opened his closet, and a slight smile played about his lips. Yes… that was it. It would make it seem naughtier, a forbidden relationship… yes, he'd wear that one.

Tezuka looked about the waiting room with distaste, but his face remained as impassive as always. The police had sent him here to work as an undercover agent, to get solid evidence that the people here were really running a sex market. To that end, he had called himself Hiro and paid for some service; he had a recorder on him, as well as a hidden camera in his watch. His superiors had said, do whatever you have to do in order to get the evidence. Did that mean he actually had to go through with the experience? Worse, he'd decided to make the scene as bad as possible, so he'd asked for a male partner. Would he actually have to fuck him?

The girl came back and said, "Right this way please," to him. Now what? He'd actually go through with it then? Could he even get aroused by a guy? Ugh… he really hoped that he could get some good evidence before he had to do anything.

Tezuka sat cautiously on the edge of the bed. The girl had smiled at him and said, "Please wait for a few moments." She made to leave, then suddenly turned back. "Oh, by the way, the person that will be accompanying you today, Fuji, is a very good actor. He'll put on some scenario or other to make the experience better. Don't be surprised if he comes in the door wearing some old-fashioned Chinese clothes or something." With those surprising words, she left, shutting the door quietly behind her. Tezuka sat there, as though carved in stone. What was he going to do now?

The door opened. "Hello, sensei. Sorry I'm late for our tutoring session." Tezuka's head snapped up, and his eyes met a smiling visage. Brown hair, a slight smile, a strong yet slender build, clad in something that looked like a private school uniform. Fuji closed the door behind him. Something sparked for Tezuka. He'd been wondering a while ago if a guy could arouse him. He'd found the answer.

Tezuka swallowed hard. He pretended to look at his watch. The click was barely audible, but he was sure that the person had heard, though he didn't comment on it. Tezuka had turned on the recorder on his way to the room, so he didn't worry about that. "You're late by 2 minutes. We're wasting time. Take out your homework."

Fuji shifted from side to side uncomfortably. "Umm… sensei… I…" The man called Hiro narrowed his eyes. "You what? Don't tell me you didn't do your homework again…" Fuji swallowed. He'd always been good at playing the bad student. "Umm… well… I…" Hiro stood and faced him. There was something about him that scared Fuji a little. It wasn't that he was scared of being hurt. He'd felt pain before. Rather, it was more like… this person could change him. If Fuji stayed with him long enough, he would change, and Fuji didn't know if he liked that. What if he changed so much that he couldn't do his job any more?

"We'll have to do something about your laziness, don't we?" Tezuka found himself walking towards the… student. Tezuka, always formal, had come in a shirt and tie. He reached one hand up to loosen his tie, saying "You're going to be punished today."

Fuji had encountered this kind of scene before. But something seemed a little different somehow. He said, in a pleading voice, "Sensei…" But Hiro cut him off. "No buts. You didn't do your homework again. There has to be some consequences." Fuji found himself trembling in anticipation. What kind of encounter would this be?

Tezuka drew closer and closer to Fuji. He stopped, mere inches away from Fuji, and just stared into his eyes. Fuji's eyes had opened, from fear, or an act of fear. Those sky-blue eyes pierced through Tezuka. God, he hadn't known it was possible. Before this day, he'd been completely straight. Completely. But now, he was getting turned on by this male prostitute…

Fuji held his breath. What was going to happen?

In a sudden move, Tezuka leaned down and caught Fuji's lips with his own.

The act was dropped. Fuji couldn't concentrate on it any more. He'd always stayed in control before this, never dropped the act, but… God, this felt good. Hiro's lips were talented, melding with his, teasing him. Fuji was getting more and more aroused. He'd never felt like this before. It was good, so very good… Hiro's tongue slid between his lips and Fuji moaned. If he'd still been in character, he would have been protesting and saying something about, "Sensei, no! What are you doing? Aahhnnn, it feels… No, stop!" but instead he was compliant, completely caught in the moment. Hiro's tongue touched a sensitive place in his mouth, and Fuji felt his knees melt. He'd never felt like this, ever. Why was it so good? Why?

Skin. He needed to feel skin. Tezuka lost no time in unbuttoning Fuji's shirt, then his own, all without unlocking their lips. That was one good thing about button-up shirts- you didn't need to pull them over your head. He pinned Fuji to the door, savoring the sweet taste of his lips, the heat of their chests pressed against each other. This was so much better than any other time he'd done it. The sensations were exponentially enhanced, the feelings increased tenfold- why did it feel like this with a guy?

The need was so great it verged on pain. Fuji couldn't believe he was getting so aroused by just a kiss. What would it feel like when Hiro finally entered him? The mere thought sent more blood to that already engorged appendage, making Fuji moan again into Hiro's mouth. "I… please…" Hiro seemed to understand immediately. Still not pulling away, he reached down and undid Fuji's belt buckle, then slowly undid the zipper of his pants. When he pulled them down, he also pulled Fuji's underwear down, leaving naked skin. Fuji kicked his pants to one side as Hiro undid his own pants and kicked them aside. Now both of them were naked, pressing against each other, yearning for something.

God… it felt good. It felt so good. Now, only now, did Tezuka allow his hands to roam. One hand found a pointed nipple as the other slid lower, sliding across Fuji's flat stomach before sliding to find a thick rod. Fuji jerked, sighing into Tezuka's mouth, leaning limply against the door. As one hand began to pump, up and down, Tezuka's other hand played in little circles around Fuji's nipple, teasing him. Fuji's moans were going non-stop now, and his hips were moving back and forth, desperate for more.

Hiro's lips left Fuji, and he let out a little cry of loss. But then, heat clamped around his nipple, the one not being toyed with already, and Fuji arched into Hiro's incredibly, incredibly talented mouth. "Aahhhnnn…. Nnnhhh…" Fuji moaned as Hiro began to suck, skillfully using his tongue and lips to arouse Fuji even more. "God… aahhhnnn…" Hiro suddenly sucked so hard that the sensation verged on pain, and in the same instant, his hand clenched around his cock. "Aaaaahhhhnnnn!" Fuji screamed as he came violently, spewing a creamy arc onto Hiro's sculpted body. Panting hard, he would have collapsed if not for Hiro's support.

Tezuka held Fuji up. Panting himself, he held Fuji tenderly even as he ordered, "Turn around." Fuji, still trembling with the force of his climax, obliged. "Put your hands on the door." Again, he obeyed. Tezuka found that tight opening and carefully slid a single finger into him. Fuji groaned again, and Tezuka could see him growing hard again as well. He slid a second finger in, and Fuji gasped, jerking in pleasure-pain. "Oh god… oh god… yes…" Tezuka began to move his fingers, slow and steady. In, out, in, out. Fuji let out a long moan of pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

He was ready. Oh, god, he was ready. Fuji was nearly desperate for Hiro to enter him now. He really needed it. He'd never been aroused like this before. Oh god. He'd never come before his customer had, but Hiro had just been so incredibly skilled… Oh, that felt good. Before he turned around, Fuji had seen how big and thick Hiro was. Jesus, that was good. He wondered what it would feel like when he was finally penetrated. Would it hurt?

Tezuka withdrew his fingers, and heard a slight whimper from Fuji. Using both hands, he spread Fuji wide apart in preparation. As he slowly slid in, he only dimly registered that Fuji was actually still really tight. He hadn't expected that from a prostitute… what was he thinking? Fuji was gasping and moaning now. "Ahhnnn, yesss, please… ohhh!" Tezuka was fully sheathed now. God, Fuji was so tight… he said, "Fuji, turn your head." As soon as he did, Tezuka leaned over and captured his lips once again with his own.

Hiro was moving now. He was rocking his hips back and forth, sliding in and out… Fuji screamed in pleasure into Hiro's mouth. "Aaaaaahhhhnnn… ahhhhhhh…" Hiro continued to pump, with a slow steady rhythm, until Fuji couldn't take it anymore. He broke away from the kiss and gasped, "Faster, please, faster, oh god yess… yesssssssssssssssss"

Fuji screamed again as Tezuka upped the tempo. God, this felt good. When Tezuka bit down on Fuji's shoulder, he couldn't help but moan. As he pumped in and out, he could hear the door hinges creaking, protesting the harsh treatment. In some far-off corner of his brain, his mind commented that if they were really student and teacher, someone in the same building would have long since realized what was going on behind that creaking door and come in. But, since this wasn't real… Tezuka slammed so hard into Fuji that he felt his teeth jar, and he came hard in the same instant Fuji spewed his own seed for the second time.

They both collapsed this time, lying limply on the ground. Fuji was gasping for breath. It felt as though something had combusted inside him and had consumed him in the fire. But even as he had gone up in flames, he had felt absolute pleasure, the kind that people didn't dare to imagine. But he had experienced it- and survived. He'd never forget this. Despite having been in this line of work for years- actually, 5 years, since he was 22 now- he'd never had sex like this before. It had been absolutely mind-blowing. He lay on the floor, eyes closed, just resting.

Tezuka contemplated what had just happened. He'd completely lost his composure, and had experienced something completely alien to him. Also… during the act, he had completely ignored his mission. Could he still remedy that? He brought his watch up and snapped a picture of Fuji lying there, tired and worn out. Then, he thought of the recorder. Maybe he could ask a few questions…

"Fuji?" Fuji started when Hiro called his name. "Yeah?" There was a pause. Then, "Do you… do you like it here?" Fuji was surprised. Nobody had ever asked him that before. "Well… yeah. They feed us, pay us well. We get enough to get by." Hiro paused again. Then, "Have you ever thought about finding another job? One that doesn't require you to get paid for sex?" Fuji flinched at the blunt way it was put. Almost defensively, he said, "You know, this job requires a lot of skill too. It's not exactly easy." There was no reply. "Also, the people here…" he paused, then pushed on. "Most of us can't find another job. We're uneducated, we have no references, no family, no home… few people would hire us."

Tezuka closed his eyes. So, basically, what this told him was that if he helped the police shut this place down, they would put a lot of people out of a job. That helped his conscience soooo much… right. The thing was, most people thought of prostitutes as greedy people, selling their bodies for some extra cash. But what if… what if that was because they had nothing else to sell? If you were poor, starving, with nowhere to go, how else could you earn a living? Perhaps prostitutes weren't bad people, just unlucky ones. Musing, Tezuka let out a sigh.

Fuji stretched. He had to go now. Indeed, he had spent far too long in this room, recovering. In the time he had stayed here, he might have served yet another customer. He said to Hiro, "I have to go now, sensei. I won't forget my homework again, I promise." He had to keep the pretense up, even if he had lost it during the act itself. Hiro nodded exhaustedly. "Alright then, Fuji. Be sure you do your homework for the next time. You are dismissed." Fuji picked up his clothes, put them on, and exited the room quietly.

Tezuka looked at his watch tiredly. Posing as a digital watch, there were 4 buttons on it. Two were actual watch functions- one allowed you to set the minutes, hours, days, while the other was used to actually change the numbers. The third button was used to take pictures, and the fourth was used to start or stop recording. Tezuka pressed the fourth one, and the small beep signaled that the recording was finished. He hoped that it would have some useful information, and that perhaps it would be able to affect the polices' judgement.

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A/N: Ok… Um… well. I don't know what to say about this one. Definitely isn't one of my better ones. And I'm pretty sure I rambled on for more than I needed to. But oh well.