title: the Apartment: U.S. Open
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters/pairings: Tezuka/Fuji, Yumiko
rating: Teen
warnings: body worship
summary: Fuji watches with his sister.
notes: first in a probable series. i hope.

His serve was getting better as the game went on. His opponent was ranked seventh in the world, but he couldn't keep up.

Syuusuke dug his toes into the carpet. It was warm today, so they had the windows open. The carpet was soft from the humidity outside. Tezuka had thought that carpeting was too Western and too extravagant, but Syuusuke liked the softness.

They were watching the match together, sitting on the floor, elbow to elbow, their bare knees knocking together occasionally. She was wearing a pair of Tezuka's shorts, which he assumed she would wash and return to his dresser before he came home. She grabbed his arm and made a small, approving squealing sound.

Tezuka's serve was truly a thing of beauty now.

"I love to watch him serve," Yumiko sighed. "Look at his shirt fly up! Oh, my god, he's so beautiful!"

Syuusuke blinked.

Yumiko pounded her feet on the floor. "Ahhh, I like the U.S. Open better than Wimbledon! They all wore white at Wimbledon. Tezuka looks so hot in blue. And this shirt flies up so often!"

"Sis..." Syuusuke chuckled. "You're being so shallow!"

She threw her arms around his neck, and grinned. "Oh, look, look! It's stuck halfway up! Oh, that is one fabulous body. Oh, and he's so sweaty! I'd love to lick that sweat off his belly..."

"Sis!" Syuusuke laughed, pulling away a bit. "Think about what you are saying, mm?"

She smiled, and pulled him tighter into her arms. "And look at his shorts! Oh, doesn't it look like you could just... rip them right off of him?" She licked her lips, her eyes shining brightly.

"Yumiko!" Syuusuke tried to pull away from her. "That's my lover you're talking about!"

"I know! And you are totally selfish! Look at that gorgeous body! Those arms! Those legs! And oh, that hair... god, don't you just want to run your fingers through it and squeeze the sweat out?" She rubbed her thighs together, groaning. "You should really share!"

"I don't think so," Syuusuke smiled tightly. "Besides, he wouldn't agree with that."

"So unfair!" she whined, and rubbed her hand over her thigh. "I could watch this forever. Such a gorgeous body... such intensity... he must be amazing in bed. Just makes me salivate, thinking about it!"

He straightened up, smugly. "Well, that's for me to know, isn't it?"

"Mmhm, Syuusuke, you should tell your big sister all about it," she sighed, "and if you have, say, photographs of him naked, maybe masturbating, and I know that you must, by the way, you should share those, too."

Syuusuke laughed. "You must be delusional, sis. If I had anything like that, you'd be the last person I'd share it with."

"Syuusuke, that's mean!" She thwapped him lightly on the back of the head. "Anyway, even if you won't share your homemade porn, I still have this." She nodded to the screen. "I can still see his body in motion, even if you are selfish."

Syuusuke narrowed his eyes, and leaned forward, turning off the television.

"S-Syuusuke! What are you doing?" She leaned forward, pouting. "You're going to miss the end! Don't you want to know how he does?"

"He wins," Syuusuke sighed. "This was played hours and hours ago! I've already heard from him, even." He pushed himself up on the couch, and turned away from his sister.

"Such a spoiled brat!" she sighed. "Everyone in the world can see what a beautiful man your Tezuka is!"

Syuusuke's eyes narrowed. "You do remember that he is mine, mm? Then you don't need to watch this anymore, anyway."

She huffed. "I have this taping in my room, you know. I can watch it any time I want. I can pull up pictures off the net from his fan club, and I can picture him naked, and do... whatever I like. Does that bother you, Syuusuke? You shouldn't have fallen in love with a celebrity if it does."

He gave her a scathing look, and got up. "Do what you like. It's useless, of course."

She was laughing as he left the room.

He went to their bedroom, and flopped down on the bed, grabbing the phone. He dialed up Tezuka's number, feeling like he had to dial a million different digits before he could get through. Finally, he could hear Tezuka, yawning.

"Did I wake you up?"

"It's nothing," Tezuka yawned. "Is anything wrong?"

"Wrong?" Syuusuke frowned. "The bed is cold and I'm lonely. And I think you should tuck your shirt in from now on when you play."

"Mm? Syuusuke? I don't understand."

"When are you coming home?" Syuusuke sighed.

"...Do you miss me?"

"Of course I do," Syuusuke complained. "I already told you. The bed is cold."

"It doesn't displease me to learn the bed is cold when I'm not there. But Syuusuke. You know when I'll be home."

"It's too far away."

"Come to New York."

"I hate New York," he yawned. "What time is it there?"

"It's late," Tezuka sighed.

"Come home quickly, 'Mitsu."

"My bed is cold, too, Syuusuke."

He hung up, and tossed the phone away.

"Mm, you see what the problem is, don't you?" Yumiko was smiling, half hiding her face behind the doorframe. "Everything was always easy for you, Syuusuke. And now you are grown up, and in love, but it isn't always easy. So the spoiled brat inside of you is coming out."

"Go away," he teased, smiling.

She chuckled, and sauntered into room, crawling into bed. "So, this is Tezuka's half of the bed?" She stretched out, and put her head on Tezuka's pillow. "You're lucky, Syuusuke."

"Because I get to sleep with him?" he made a face at her.

"Because he loves you," she smiled.

He scooted over, and put his head on her shoulder. "He's far away, though."

"And you are spoiled," she laughed. "If you were less stubborn, you would go with him. But you are independent, so you stay behind, and wait, and sulk. You're lucky, too, because you have me, and I'm willing to put up with your moods." She kissed his forehead, and hugged him. "Five minutes after he comes home, you won't even remember you behaved like such a brat."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Mm. Perhaps. If you like, tonight, you can sleep here, on his side of the bed."

"If I like," she snorted. "Like there's any chance I wouldn't. Come on. If you're done with your temper tantrum, let's go out for ice cream. It's no good to stay all cooped up when you are feeling like this."

He yawned and sat up. "Fine. But you're buying." He swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Me?" she laughed. "You're the one with the money. But fine, I'll take care of you." She got up and ruffled his hair. "My little brat. Didn't I raise you right?"

He smiled. "Of course you did, sis. You raised me to be just like you."








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