title: permission
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters/pairings: Tezuka/Fuji, Atobe/Yumiko
rating: G/Teen
warnings: mentions of sex
summary: Atobe has some options regarding Tezuka and Fuji
notes: for my darlingest of darling peta.. *SMOOCH* ^_~

"I've decided to get married," he declared.

That at least got a reaction from his companion. At least, he thought it did. It seemed like Tezuka had stopped reading for a moment, although he wasn't putting his book down, so it was hard to say for sure. "I didn't realize you were seeing someone."

"I'm not," Atobe returned.

At that, Tezuka did give him a look. "That's... interesting, then."

"I need your help, obviously," Atobe continued, ignoring Tezuka's distrust.

Tezuka shifted on his deck chair. "Are you asking for dating advice...?"

Atobe snorted. "I'm fairly certain that if we surveyed your nearest and dearest, we'd come up to a unanimous consensus that you'd be the last person anyone would go to for dating advice."

Tezuka actually looked mollified. "So...?"

"I think I might want to marry Fuji."

Tezuka narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

Smirking, Atobe elaborated. "Fuji Yumiko. It's not legal to marry another man yet, Tezuka. But Fuji's sister... she's quite sexy, isn't she?"

"I hadn't really noticed," Tezuka said diffidently.

Atobe was sure he hadn't, and yet... "You know her, though, correct? So you could...?"

"It's not a good idea," Tezuka said abruptly, interrupting Atobe. He raised his book back up, but he was just glaring at the pages.

"And why not?" Atobe inquired coolly.

Tezuka's jaw worked a bit before he got up the nerve to answer. "It's... it's Fuji's sister." Atobe raised his eyebrow. "If you married her, you'd be Fuji's brother in law." Atobe nodded. That was obvious. Tezuka scowled. "No."

"I was asking you for her phone number, or where she worked. Not permission," Atobe rolled his eyes.

"Fuji won't agree with it," Tezuka warned.

"Are you two speaking, then?" Atobe pressed.

Tezuka... became quiet. Quiet for Tezuka. It was a subtle thing, but Atobe had gotten to the point where he could read it.

He sighed loudly. "I'm going to take a dip. If you find instructions in that book for getting your head out of you ass, let me know." He got up, stretching his fabulous body out... but Tezuka was still glaring at his damned book.

Getting the stoic man out for a day off on his yacht, setting up this conversation... in his fantasies, it had gone much better than this. Still. Tezuka did prefer rather tight and abbreviated swimwear, so it wasn't entirely a waste.





He hated waiting. And he knew that he was being made to wait just out of spite, or something like it. Still, he waited at the bar, calmly sipping his martini, waiting.

And waiting.

Finally, Fuji broke away from the string of models he was talking to, and joined Atobe at the bar. "I told them I had to come and see you. The blonde slutty one wanted me to introduce her to you. The even sluttier red-haired one wanted me to offer you a blowjob from her. I told them you were really gay. That's fine, right?"

Atobe gave Fuji a withering look. "And why should I care? I'm assuming you left them with the impression you were just being jealous. Want to keep me all to yourself?"

Fuji gave Atobe a pitying look, and ordered himself a beer.

"So, I was thinking of seducing Tezuka," Atobe said conversationally. Fuji just smirked, so he went on... "Either that, or marrying your sister. It's got to be one or the other, so. You can choose."

Fuji looked at him for a moment, and then started to laugh. He laughed so hard he missed his drink being delivered, so Atobe paid for it, his mood darkening with each hiccup of laughter.

"Maybe I'll do both," Atobe mused darkly.

"Good luck," Fuji chuckled.

"You're not speaking to Tezuka yet, right?" Fuji quieted for a moment, and then sipped his beer rather deliberately. Atobe smirked. "So, it's at least possible, right?"

"No," Fuji shook his head. He looked Atobe in the eye. "You're not his type. Not my sister's, either. You might as well try to seduce me."

Atobe raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you want me to..."

That earned him a coquettish chuckle, but then Fuji shook his head... "If only you had the skills..."

Shaking his head, Atobe sighed, and took a long swig of his drink. "You always have to be so difficult. Surprisingly, Tezuka is easier to deal with. I even got him to spend a day with me on my yacht without resorting to bribery. Maybe if you were a bit cuter, you wouldn't have to spend so much time mending fences with him. Well, not that I'm complaining, really. I'm fine with the two of you at odds with each other."

"Why must you always insert yourself between us?" Fuji asked, sounding amused. "Do you fancy yourself our relationship coach or something? Perhaps you're waiting for us to invite you into our bed... I don't think Kunimitsu is that kinky, though, so it could be a long wait..."

"I'm waiting for the two of you to have some sense," Atobe quickly returned. "And I'm waiting for your sister's phone number. And maybe her favorite flower."

"I don't want you for a brother in law," Fuji said irritably. "Why my sister, anyway? You don't know her."

"I know of her," Atobe said loftily.

"I don't give my sister's phone number to men who just want to get to know her bust size better," Fuji darkly warned.

Atobe chuckled. "She's been corresponding with Tezuka." Fuji gave him a blank look. As he expected, Fuji hadn't known. "I went to stay with him for a few days after his surgery, because he was insisting he needed no help. He has them in a box... actually, I'm not sure he responds, so I suppose she's really just writing letters. They're... interesting. Well, to be honest, they're mostly mundane. Random tidbits and helpful hints, that sort of thing. I think she wanted to let him know what was going on with you while the two of you were out of communication. What was this fight about, anyway? Or was it not a fight, just a... what do you call it? Lack of comprehension?"

Fuji made a face and downed his beer, fast. He put down the empty glass, and wiped his mouth. "You want to marry my sister... because of boring letters she wrote to Tezuka?"

"One of her letters..." Atobe reluctantly explained. "She spent much of it talking about a bad relationship she was ending. I thought after reading it, I wanted to meet her." He shrugged. She had even apologized to Tezuka for wasting his time, talking about herself. But she sounded like she needed someone to talk to, even if it was a piece of paper, or the equally unresponsive person to whom she was sending it.

She sounded... like she might understand him...

Fuji narrowed his eyes, and then shook his head. "If you think that makes you sound good, think again. That's my precious sister! I'm not letting a rogue like you have access to her."

"Fine. Then I'll seduce Tezuka. It's settled." He waved to the bartender for another round. After all, this was worth toasting.

Fuji took his glass, waiting for Atobe to finish paying, and he smirked. "To impossible dreams, then."

Atobe clinked his glass a bit more forcefully than he needed to, but really... that brat!

He'd show him impossible...





The knocking was persistent and constant, so before he opened the door, Tezuka knew whom to expect, and he wasn't left disappointed. Fuji, despite his childishly obnoxious knocking, was looking calm and collected, and...

And...

Tezuka had forgotten how beautiful Fuji could be when he wanted to be. Right now, Fuji was... gorgeous enough to be breathtaking. Tezuka raised his eyebrow archly...

"Did I get you out of your bath?" Fuji asked, looking pointedly at Tezuka bare and slightly damp chest, and the towel hitched around his waist. Fuji's tongue peeked out in the corner of his mouth.

Tezuka licked his lips. "Don't worry. Is there something I can do for you?" It was a cold way to speak to the only person Tezuka had ever been able to call his lover, and cold way to talk to a friend he hadn't seen in nearly two months because of a stupid disagreement. Perhaps, with all that was said and done, it was stupid of him to trust that Fuji would just understand.

Fuji smirked, though. "My sister is having dinner tonight with Atobe Keigo," he said in a highly accusatory tone.

"And this is my fault...?" Tezuka surmised, though the logic was as yet beyond him.

"Of course!" Fuji exasperatedly said.

"To prevent this, I should have...?" Tezuka inquired, for future reference, of course.

"Slept with him, naturally," Fuji scoffed.

Of course. That made perfect sense in a way that Fuji would easily discern. Perhaps it would make sense to Atobe, as well.

Sometimes, Tezuka felt so lost with those two.

"Naturally," Tezuka sighed. "If you want me to, I can call him and see if it's not too late?"

"Nah," Fuji shrugged, pushing past Tezuka to enter. "But just try in the future to think of others. You got new carpeting."

"Ah?" Tezuka looked down. He hadn't realized, but then, he gave his manager a lot of freedom. Actually, now that he thought about it, it did look like a deeper shade of whatever that color was called.

"You didn't realize, did you?" Fuji teased.

"I noticed your hair is three centimeters longer than when last we spoke," Tezuka replied coolly, pleased that he actually got a reaction out of Fuji. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? ...Anything? I can be dressed in a few minutes, and..."

"That's not necessary," Fuji said quietly. He rubbed the back of his head, shaking his hair out. "Ah, this is annoying. That guy... why is he always smoothing the way between us? Not like I'm going to just give him my sister in return, but..."

Tezuka smiled softly. He'd forgotten a long time ago what he felt that made it possible for him to separate from Fuji, and it seemed that Fuji had as well. He strode over, erasing the distance between them, and he put his hand on the back of Fuji's neck, pulling him closer, until their lips touched, their tongues touched, Fuji's hand came up to rest on his chest...

He broke the kiss off, and said seriously, "We'll send him a ficus."

Fuji's smile was enough to make Tezuka smile, as well.








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