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Title: Fly Fishing 101?
Day/Theme: September 6 [2008]: There’s an art to this.
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji. Konomi owns PoT characters, I just write about them
Rating/Warnings : G / BL, originally crack in mind but ended as something else, oh well fluff it is.
Word Count: 814 words.

A/N: AU- Tezuka and Fuji are TokyoUniversity students and share an apartment together. A snapshot of their life together, sharing moments to make memories.

A/N2: eiixir your comment in my previous drabble post, "Fujiko-chan~~~!!! you naughty, naughty boy." sparked ideas for this mini-fic. Thank you!

Memory: Tezuka wins over the artist’s wiles.

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The TV weatherman predicted, "Clear blue skies, sunny and hot for the weekend, a perfect condition for outdoor fun."

Tezuka couldn’t pass such opportunity and offered to take Fuji to Boso but instead, the artist suggested something else. “A fishing weekend should be fun Kunimitsu.” Fuji offered while displaying both his hands and playfully wiggled his fingers.

“I don’t think so Syuusuke,” the tennis player responded, “You and fishing, bad idea.” He continued, shaking his head to stress his point. Although, Tezuka appreciated the honey haired man’s suggestion, under different circumstances, he would’ve jumped on the offered fishing weekend.

The petite man smiled to win the stoic’s nod, but Tezuka didn’t yield. Fuji pleaded, pouted and displayed his sad puppy blue eyes underneath batted thick lashes. Eventually, the taller man gave in, he had no choice, who could keep a stern resolve and not melt when eyed with such determined yearning. Tezuka, however, recalled Fuji’s carelessness the last time they went fishing and he decided to make sure his carefree lover wouldn't repeat his risky adventure, fishing with his own hands. Just remembering the entire event, Tezuka rolled his eyes and chortled a little bit, picturing Fuji’s innocent foolishness.

“Syuusuke, this time you will do as I say. NO fishing with your bare hands!” Tezuka blurted as he mimicked Fuji with his own display of his wiggling fingers. “Besides, we’re going fly fishing this weekend.” Tezuka continued.

“Fishing for flies, Kunimitsu” Fuji teased.

Tezuka glared. “Funny,” as he replied dryly to the petite man’s jest, “There’s an art to this you know, you have to learn the proper mechanics of casting, master the basic grip hold on your rod…” Tezuka paused to correct his words when he noticed Fuji’s eyes brightened and was deviously smiling at him, “fishing rod Syuusuke!” the tennis player stressed, “You also have to know how to control the movement of the reel.”

Tezuka continued with his lecture on the basics of fly fishing while he made a list of supplies and equipment they needed for the weekend excursion. “I think you can use Grandpa’s wader and float vest,” the taller man rambled keeping his eyes on the list, “and his wading boots should fit you as well.” He stated as he briefly glanced at Fuji’s sock covered feet for measure.

Fuji quietly listened, staring at Tezuka as he continued with his rambling, dumbfounded since he couldn’t fully grasp what his lover was explaining to him. When Tezuka finally glanced at the artist, his look was met with a blank stare.

“Syuusuke?” Tezuka called to rouse the petite man from his lost state.

“What’s wrong with fishing with my bare hands?” Fuji queried.

“Syuusuke, you know why.” Tezuka crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the complaining artist from his seat.

“I can use a fish net instead then?” Fuji asked, “I’ll use my Houou Gaeshi move or better yet, Hakuryu!” the former tennis tensai swooshed an imaginary racket in the air. My Hakuryu will definitely make the fish fly straight to the bucket,” the petite man smiled, “Fly fishing, Fuji-style,” and swooshed his arm once more.

Tezuka stared at Fuji bemused by his ideas. “You will have to use a rod this time Syuusuke.”

Unable to reason with the stoic, Fuji strutted gracefully towards his location, keeping a serious focus on the brown eyes glaring at him. The luring tensai gently unraveled Tezuka’s arms before he sat on his lap and wrapped said arms around his own waist.

“I don’t have a proper rod to practice the art of fly fishing,” the artist purred while sensually adjusting his straddled position on the tennis player’s lap.

Tezuka bit his lower lip, enjoying the amorous contact, he grabbed Fuji’s firm ass and assisted the delicious looking man with his seduction. The player adjusted his position as well, pressing his awakened arousal towards Fuji’s nether region, resulting to an approving moan.

“I guess, we’ll just have to improvise for now,” Tezuka cooed his reply, ghosting his lips on Fuji’s exposed neck, “You are a very naughty, naughty man.”

“Hmmm, I learned from the master himself.” Fuji combed his fingers through Tezuka’s hair, warm hands gently caressing his nape.

Tezuka kissed his lover’s lips, teasingly and smiled seeing his blushing face, dark blues gleamed wantonly. He gently spanked Fuji’s bottom which made the hot looking artist pout a sexy smile.

“Well then shall we go to my parent’s house and get the proper rods for your lessons.” Tezuka asked.

“What’s wrong with the rod I'm working on now?” Fuji muttered softly.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, you’re working on it perfectly,” Tezuka moaned a whisper, “But it will not help you catch a fish.”

Fuji couldn’t help but snigger, gazing at Tezuka’s passionate eyes, “You’re relentless Kunimitsu.” the artist smiled coyly.

"Only when I have to Syuusuke,” he kissed Fuji full on his lips, a deep passionate kiss before reminding the former tensai, “Yudan sezu ni ikō."

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