For Thought

"Knock knock."

If it were anyone else grinning at him like that, anyone else leaning against the door frame of his office like that, anyone else interrupting his work without a very good reason, he would have been quick to get rid of them. Sternly informed them that he was busy and to come back some other time.

But it wasn't anybody else. It was Atobe Keigo, his long-time lover, and so the break came as a welcome.

"Keigo.." He stood to greet his guest, going to him and depositing a quick kiss on his lips. "What brings you here?"

"I was just in the neighborhood." Atobe grinned, which turned into more of a chuckle when Tezuka gave him a disbelieving look. "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Come to think of it, he hadn't. Too caught up in his work; the other knew him so well. "Aa," he nodded.

"That's what I thought." He held up a small bag with several pieces of Tupperware in it. "How about a lunch break?"

"So just what is it that's keeping my man from eating properly?" Perched atop Tezuka's desk as they ate, Atobe began poking at some files that probably contained confidential information which the general public wasn't supposed to see. Not that he'd ever consider himself as part of the regular masses.

"I've been working on Fuji's case, actually."

A moment of silence passed between them.

"And...how's it going?"

"Difficult, to say the least." He glanced at the photos on his office wall. Though most of them were of Atobe (several of which the Diva had put up himself), there was one of his Jr. High tennis team - his best friends. "And not just because he freely admits what he did."

Dark turquoise eyes followed the gaze, landing on the face of a smiling brunet. "Because he's your friend."

"Because it's unjust."

"He slept with his brother."

"It was consensual." Tezuka's voice was hard. Didn't he see?

"It is still against the law."

"The law is wrong!"

Atobe raised an eyebrow. 'By-the-book Tezuka' disagreeing with the law? Vocally?? This did mean a lot to him.

They fell silent for several minutes, while Tezuka glared at the yellow folder on his desk. Then with a sigh he brought his hands up and rubbed his temples. "Sorry. This whole case is just really taking its toll on me."

"Ah.." Atobe dropped off the desk and slid around behind him, squeezing his shoulders in a brief massage before moving on. He wrapped his arms around his lover, loosening his tie for him, and then started unbuttoning the white dress shirt. "Maybe you need a reliever." His voice was little more than a throaty purr. He knew just the thing.

Tezuka gasped when Atobe's hand slipped inside the unbuttoned shirt to caress a sensitive nipple, but he managed to keep his voice reprimanding. "Keigo, we shouldn't-"

The hand not fondling his chest clamped over Tezuka's mouth. "Shh..." Atobe chided. Pulling the head back, he kissed and nipped down the exposed neck, then moved back up to run his tongue along the tip of an ear. "You need this. I can tell."

Tezuka couldn't argue with that. He'd had a difficult week, and was stressed enough to the point he didn't care where he was or what time it was. He wanted Atobe, now. Needed the release is lover could, and was more than willing to, provide.

He stood up from his chair and turned around, facing the beautiful man. Reaching out to grab the back of his head, he pressed their mouths together, but kept the kiss short, ending it a moment later, after sucking on Atobe's lower lip. The look in his eyes was nothing less than seductive as he pulled back, then crossed the room to close his office door. He made sure the door was locked, then again faced his lover, watching as those graceful fingers worked.

After undoing the buttons, Atobe's shirt was removed and tossed aside, and he posed a moment to let Tezuka bask in the vision before he moved on to remove his pants.

And bask Tezuka did. Watching the other man undress, his eyes couldn't be torn away from Atobe's athletic body as he pulled his tie over his head and removed his own shirt. He stayed in his undershirt and suit pants, but when the pro tennis player finished undressing and stood completely nude before him, his erection became obviously, painfully hard.

It only took a few steps for him to cross the space between them, and instantly their mouths were back together. Their tongues fought, each trying to devour the other, while hands roamed. Tezuka's arms went around the other, sliding down until he grabbed Atobe's ass, and pulled their hips together. He moaned as their erections ground against each other.

"Kuni-!" Atobe gasped as another jolt went through him. "Aah, Kunimitsu..." he purred.

It was all the prompting Tezuka needed. He gripped the other rather roughly by the arm and turned him around, leaning him over the oak desk. As quickly as his semi-frantic hands could, he undid his pants and opened a top desk drawer, fumbling for a bottle of hand lotion.

Using one hand to hold himself up, Atobe wrapped his other around his cock. As though the brief moments preparation took were too long, he pumped himself, rocking into his own hand.

There was no delicate easing in. No gentleness. Once positioned and ready, Tezuka thrust in, entering Atobe in one motion. He clenched his teeth and groaned, much better at holding back than his lover, who must have moaned loud enough for the whole office to hear.

Gripping Atobe's hips, he pulled the sleek body to him while the other pushed back at the same time, urging him deeper. Their rhythm was furious; their movements rampant. Moans and growls filled the room as Tezuka pounded into his lover's perfect ass repeatedly. And Atobe matched each thrust as he jerked himself off.

This wasn't an all-night lovemaking session - it was a quick lunchtime fuck, and it wasn't long before Tezuka felt the buildup grow nearer to the peak. And still he couldn't get enough. He pounded faster, thrust deeper, and gripped hard enough to leave fingerprint-bruises on Atobe's hips.

He cried out when he came, releasing his seed deep into Atobe's body, and all his pent-up stress with it. Until he was completely emptied, he continued his movements, though at a much slower pace, and moments later he felt his lover tense up and moan out his own release.

Chests heaved as they panted, the euphoria dropping and contentment setting in. Tezuka withdrew from Atobe's body, a trail of seamen escaping as he did so, then leaned over him and buried his face into the warm neck. The skin was salty where he sucked on it, and each small kiss he placed on Atobe's neck blazed with the contact.

"Gods, I needed that."

"Glad I could be useful."

Tezuka continued to nuzzle the spot behind his Diva's ear. "You're more than useful."

"..... I am going to be so sore later."

And the usually stern attorney laughed out loud.

The receptionist looked up from her magazine when several 10,000 Yen bills dropped on her desk. "Atobe-san?"

"Have the carpet in Tezuka Kunimitsu's office replaced."



~Owari~

notes:
I'm seriously, seriously fighting the urge to have the secretary go "again!?" =P

Anyway...

This is my first full-blown lemon smut-fic! Like, with actual sex and everything! .O,O So please...go easy on me.... .;_; But any constructive comments are welcomed.

Now, I don't know anything about the law or legal system in Japan, so I don't know if anything I write in this timeline is accurate or not.... But I do know the law in the U.S. (seeing as I work for a District Attorney .^.~ *toots own horn*), so I'll use that for now. And I do know that incest of any kind is illegal (at least in the state of California), so [being a fan of the fascinating drama that is Fujicest] this worked well for me. .^_^