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Title: These Precious Moments
Day/Theme: December 24 – take care of all our dreams
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka and Fuji.
Disclaimer: This Prince of Tennis fanfiction story is based on characters and settings developed by Takeshi Konomi and “Shonen Jump Weekly” magazine. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Every character depicted within this fanfiction is above the legal age of consent, regardless of what age they are depicted in the original story.

Rating/Warnings : T / Yaoi fluff of a romance, kissing lots of kissing.

Word Count: 2,042 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.

Memory: An afternoon creating edible ornaments and sharing loving moments together.

Dedicated to :

chibikaoruchan who needed fluffing up. We want you to keep the smile on your face, Tina-chan.

~o0o~

The sweet flavor of caramel, mint and strawberry permeated throughout the apartment and welcomed Tezuka as soon as he opened the door. Tezuka caught a whiff of popcorn mixed with the other sweet odors that assaulted his senses, making him hungry.

“I’m home,” he announced while changing into his house slippers. He balanced two brown bags filled with
Fuji’s orders from the French bakery. The aroma of the fresh baked bread and apple tarts didn’t help his growling stomach.

“Syuusuke, where are you?” he asked when he didn’t hear a response from his earlier announcement of his arrival.

“I’m in the kitchen!” Fuji called out melodiously but met Tezuka midway at the living room, all smiles and exclaimed, “Welcome home!”

Tezuka looked amused at the sight of his boyfriend. Both of Fuji’s hands were covered with over-sized green and red mitts and wore a dark green apron with round red patches embroidered in gold trimmings. He didn’t know what to say, Fuji always found ways to surprise him that left him speechless.

“You picked up my order from the bakery. Thank you!” Fuji replied, removing the mitts from his hands before grabbing one of the brown bags.

“What are you cooking?” Tezuka queried, pushing the lesser heavier bag onto Fuji’s hands and received a warm smile for his kind gesture.

“Oh, popcorn,” was his answer to the taller man’s query.

Tezuka followed Fuji to the kitchen and curiously glanced at the Christmas tree that stood between two picture windows behind the sofa, already stringed with twinkling lights and embellished with popcorn garlands.

“But the tree is already decorated,” Tezuka noted.

He entered the kitchen where Fuji’s morning activities occupied the entire kitchen counter. He paused when Fuji stopped at the center of the room, searching for a spot to deposit the bags they were holding. Tezuka looked around as well, but didn’t see any space available. The counter was lined with cookie racks and trays, the stove top had four casseroles and bowls of syrup mixes and the sink was piled with pots, pans, and bowls that required cleaning.

“Syuusuke, let’s take the bags to the dining room,” Tezuka suggested and turned to exit the kitchen. “You’ve been very busy,” he stated loudly thinking Fuji was still in the kitchen. His lover was right next to him, setting the brown bag of goodies from the bakery. “What can I do to help,” Tezuka asked with a smile.

Fuji gleamed at him, smiling the smile that melted Tezuka’s heart, “Kunimitsu are you sure?”

Tezuka’s heart skipped a beat upon gazing at the smile and the glimmer in his lover’s eyes, “It will be fun!” capturing the smaller man in a warm embrace. “This would be one of those precious moments I would enjoy sharing with you, Syuusuke.” Tezuka ogled at his lover before planting a kiss on his forehead.

Fuji looked at him coyly, embracing his arms around Tezuka’s waist, “That’s all I get for my hard work?” He pouted, “A kiss on the forehead?” He then smiled mischievously, his bright blue eyes draped by his silky hair.

Tezuka brushed aside the honey tresses covering his eyes. He looked at Fuji deeply, slightly tightening his hold around the man he loved. He leaned gently, pressing his lips on the soft lips, teasing his lover relentlessly. He nibbled on Fuji’s lower lip and licked the outline of his soft warm upper lip. Tezuka heard him moan and responding to his kisses passionately. His tongue darted sensually, urging the smaller man to open his mouth. Another moan, and Tezuka found the access he needed to playfully assault the warm cavern of Fuji’s mouth, he brushed the roof of his palate and twined their tongues together sharing an insatiable kiss. Fuji moaned deeper and his body shuddered in pleasure as Tezuka plundered his mouth, intensely sucking and nibbling on his soft pliant lips.

Fuji had to push him away in order to gasp for air.

The tall man watched Fuji with burning need, his cheeks flushed along with his chest, rising fully with every breath he took, “Want some more?” Tezuka teased, “because I do.”

He held him close once more resting his lips on Fuji’s soft silky hair but the blue eyed man slowly pressed both his hands on his chest and slowly stretched out his arms to free himself from his hold. He lowered his head in an apologetic bow, “Sorry Kunimitsu but, but I can’t, not now,” Fuji stated regretfully, “I need to work in the kitchen.”

Tezuka smiled, “I guess I am not as irresistible as I thought,” he muttered sadly and turned towards the kitchen but his step was halted by the sudden embrace from behind.

“You are, I’m sorry!” Fuji’s words were muffled as he spoke, burying his face in Tezuka’s back and holding him tightly.

Tezuka couldn’t help but chuckle. He turned around to face his lover and said, “I was playing Syuusuke!” He lovingly pinched Fuji’s blushed cheeks before wrapping his arms around him again.

“Come, show me what needs to be done,” Tezuka held Fuji’s hand like leading a little kid to the kitchen.

Tezuka figured as much, seeing the round popcorn balls and the bowls of syrup mixes on the stove top, Fuji was making edible ornaments. The mixes were colored green and red, the other two bowls had caramel and chocolate syrup. He watched Fuji dip the popcorn ball, which hanged on a popsicle stick with a gold elastic string fastened by a dainty knot at the other end. After a few seconds, Fuji pulled out the stick, displaying a green glazed popcorn ball. He waited for the syrup to stop dripping then rested the delicious treat on the steel rack covered with a sheet of wax paper.

“The green syrup is mint flavored, strawberry flavor for the red, and there’s caramel and chocolate,” Fuji stated with a smile. He noted the surprise in Tezuka’s eyes and he knew why. “No the green is not wasabi flavor.” Fuji raised his right hand playfully making a pledge, “I promise! I’m not using anything spicy, hot or out of the ordinary.”

The honey haired man reached for another popcorn ball and dipped it into the red syrup. He did the process once more and dipped the popcorn in the caramel syrup. Tezuka watched him in awe, admiring Fuji’s creativity in making their holiday gifts truly from the heart.

“That looks decadent,” Tezuka remarked as he reached to dip a finger into the caramel syrup.

“Kunimitsu,” Fuji held his finger quickly. Tezuka turned at Fuji with an upset look.

“Uh-uh, no,” Fuji shook his head before placing a teaspoon on Tezuka held hand, “just can’t stay away from the caramel.”

“What can I tell you,” Tezuka winked, “caramel reminds me of you,” he continued teasingly.

Fuji blushed once more after being reminded of the one night when Tezuka treated himself with a lot of caramel, which he licked off Fuji’s body. He could feel the heat spreading all the way to his ears, and he was getting too aroused with his recollection of their playful passion. Fuji suddenly felt the need to drink something cold.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Fuji stated grabbing an ice cold bottle of lemon flavored sparkling water from the refrigerator.

Tezuka turned to face his lover, whom he knew was getting flushed due to his teasing. He dipped his right middle finger on the caramel filled teaspoon and licked the caramel off his finger before playfully sucking on the tip of his finger while glinting at Fuji. It was very rare he’d tease his lover to no end but today he was in the mood to do so and he was going to make Fuji want it as well.

“Mmm, this is so yummy, Syuusuke,” Tezuka moaned, purposely making the sound as sensual as possible. He noticed Fuji stopped drinking the ice cold water. The honey haired man watched him with his mouth gaped and his eyes entranced.

Their eyes locked and Fuji approached Tezuka slowly while he kept his burning gaze at him. Face to face, Fuji reached for the teaspoon covered with caramel syrup and kissed Tezuka’s palm. He closed the space between them, pressing his body and lacing his arms around Tezuka’s neck and gently lowered his lover’s lips toward his own. He kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to play with his lover’s right away. There was no foreplay this time, just the ferocious display of passion, he knew what Tezuka wanted. Tezuka responded to his smoldering kiss with equal passion and urgency, until both had to let go and breathe.

“I want you,” Tezuka confessed in a whisper. His chest was pounding hard, his skin burned with the arousal that he knew Fuji felt as well.

Fuji smiled, touching the tip of his nose, “As soon as we finish the popcorn ornaments, I am all yours,” batting his eyes coquettishly, “please?”

Tezuka gave in, he knew he should, with all the hard work Fuji put into making all the ornaments, he didn’t want to be the cause of any delays. Besides, the promise of having his boyfriend all to his own, once all the work was done, would be something worth waiting for.

“Let me take care of this, why don’t you make us some lunch?” Tezuka suggested, “I know you are hungry too.”

Fuji nodded and prepared lunch as his lover suggested, the offerings for their noon meal were mainly the fresh croissant from the bakery with lettuce, tomato and slivers of cold baked salmon drizzled with cranberry vinaigrette. Fuji took two ice cold sparkling water bottles and they had lunch while they continued working on the popcorn ornaments.

While Tezuka dipped the popcorn balls, Fuji wrapped the dried ready ones in a clear crisp plastic wrapping and secured it with a red and green yarn.

Fuji appreciated Tezuka’s help and once in awhile; he stood close to his tall lover, resting his arm around him, brushing the hair off his face, and pecked a kiss on his cheek. Tezuka smiled at his gestures and playfully dabbed some caramel on Fuji’s cheek, the tip of his nose, his lips and then, either licked or kissed the spot marked by his favorite confection. Fuji could only blush or playfully complain about his lover’s musings but deep inside, he enjoyed every moment they shared.

Two hours past, finally it was all done. Fuji sighed in relief. Tezuka had a huge devious smile on his face. When Fuji turned to face the taller man, he noticed the smile and understood.

“No caramel, no chocolate, just me,” Fuji answered, removing the apron from his body.

“Only you,” Tezuka answered, “I want only you.” He scooped Fuji up into his arms, allowing the smaller man to wrap his legs around his waist. Tezuka felt the bulge warming his stomach. “I guess we’ll continue this dance in another room,” kissing Fuji hungrily, firmly holding him.

“The living room, Kunimitsu,” Fuji whispered in between his kisses.

“Too cold,” Tezuka replied as he traced kisses down Fuji’s neck, feeling the hot skin, he nipped and sucked until he heard his lover’s sensual purring.

“No, kotatsu we have the kotatsu,” the honey haired man answered gasping at the pleasure brought by Tezuka’s marking.

The taller man was surprised, indeed he didn’t noticed the kotatsu set at the center of the living room, where the huge glass table once was set.

Surprised, Tezuka muttered, “That’s the...”

“Yes, the kotatsu from your bedroom,” Fuji confirmed, “something traditional.” He kissed him passionately, slowly unlacing his leg but Tezuka stopped him.

“Where are you going?” Tezuka kept his firm hold on him as he slowly walked towards the kotatsu, “You remember this kotatsu has a lot of stories to tell about us.” He gently kneeled down then carefully laid Fuji on the thick carpeted floor before he rested his weight on top of his lover.

“I know,” Fuji lovingly brushed the hair from his lover’s face, “and we have more precious moments to add to those memories,” Fuji gazed at Tezuka, his eyes sparkled like precious gems, “Merry Christmas, my love.”