Title: Domestic Bliss
Day/Theme: 8/17/07: “We’re drowned in merriment”
Series: Prince of Tennis
A/N: AU, a continuation of the Rockstar!Fuji storyline.
Tezuka covered a yawn as he neatly set aside his shoes and walked through the sliding door that separated the foyer from the main part of the house. He loosened his tie with one hand, while the other ran through his wind mussed hair. He took a deep breath of the delicious scent of dinner being prepared and his stomach gave a rumble, reminding him that he skipped lunch in order to get home in time to eat with Fuji.
“Tezuka?” A silken voice called from the kitchen.
“Yes, Fuji, it’s me.” Tezuka answered wearily.
“You sound tired. Hard day at the office?”
“Exhausted is more like it, but today was no harder than any other.” Tezuka sighed, then he growled, “What’s with celebrities suddenly thinking that we should be paying them for the honor of working with them?”
“Poor baby.” Fuji crooned as he walked around the corner, drying his hands on a towel.
Tezuka gaped, blinked his eyes twice to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating the vision before him, then burst into laughter, “What in the hell are you wearing?”
“What?” Fuji asked, putting his hands on his hips and scowling.
“That!” Tezuka replied, pointing at the frilly, pink apron Fuji wore over a black tank top and camouflaged cargo shorts. His hair was pulled back into a short tail and covered with a black scarf which didn’t help the look much and Tezuka burst into another bout of laughter.
“I think exhaustion’s made you an idiot.” Fuji huffed, arms crossing over his chest, “This thing was the only one you had in your drawer. Why is that, huh? You have some woman in here taking care of your needs while I was on tour?”
Tezuka stopped laughing at the jealous, and dangerous, gleam in Fuji’s azure eyes. He held up his hands in a placating manner, “My mother must have left it here the last time she made me dinner. I swear!”
Fuji’s eyes narrowed and Tezuka risked moving in closer and pulling the unyielding body into his arms. He pressed soft kisses to lips thinned by annoyance and ran his hands in soothing circles over Fuji’s back. Slowly, the lips softened and began returning the kisses, mouths opening and tongues gently lapping. Fuji’s arms went around Tezuka’s neck as he pulled away from the kiss and Tezuka smiled at the soft, dreamy look in Fuji’s passion glazed eyes.
Tezuka, lovingly, pushed back strands of honey colored hair that had escaped the confinement of the scarf and tenderly pressed another kiss to moist, swollen lips. He trailed kisses along Fuji’s jaw and up to his ear, where he began to nibble on the sensitive lobe, then he whispered, “Do you want to know a secret, Syusuke?”
“Hmmm…” Fuji hummed in inquiry and pleasure.
Tezuka slowly kissed him again, tongue running teasingly across Fuji’s lower lip and sucking on it lightly. He smiled and said, sweetly, “You’re the only girl in the world for me, Fujiko.”
Tezuka grunted as Fuji punched him in the stomach, a little harder than playful but not hard enough to do any damage. He hit Tezuka over the head with the towel, turned and stomped into the kitchen, “Some smartass is sleeping on the couch tonight!”
“Come on Fuji, I was joking!”
“You know what they say, Tezuka-san, about a woman’s prerogative.”
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