Tezuka is my favorite character, so I enjoy torturing him (hehe, that makes me sound so evil XD). Anyway, there isn't that many Fuji x Tezuka stories out there, so I wanted to write a story on my favorite pair.

WARNING: Graphic Smex and possibly Non-con in later chapters.

I wonder if I'm as evil as Fuji...

The Harassment of Buchou

Chapter 1

Tezuka lost count of the many ways his team gave him headaches. It ranged from dealing with two certain second years who always get into arguments to a certain tensai who constantly harasses him. And it just so happened that at that very moment, one of the causes of his headaches was standing next to him with a so-called innocent smile on his face. Although already knowing that whenever the shorter boy smiled like that at him that he was up to no good, Tezuka couldn't help but be curious as to what it was this time.

"What is it, Fuji?"

"Hm, I was wondering-"

"You snake!"

"Fsssssh!"

Tezuka's attention momentarily diverted to the court in front of him where Momoshiro and Kaidoh were on the verge of punching each other.

"You two, get back in the game or 20 laps!" he barked.

The two second years withdrew immediately and walked back towards their respective ends of the court, mumbling grumpily to themselves about the other player.

As the game in front of him resumed, Tezuka turned his attention back to the tensai.

"Fuji, you should get back to practice. Talk to me afterwards, unless it's something urgent that requires my attention now."

"No, no. It can wait," Fuji smiled and walked away, leaving Tezuka with a bad feeling about him. However, before he could dwell on it any longer, his eyes caught sight of a first year flirting with another girl standing on the other side of the fence.

"You there! 15 laps!"


The locker room was filled with the usual smell of sweat and humidity as the regulars changed into their normal clothes. By then, all the non-regulars had left already due to the regulars having a meeting after practice.

"Ochibi! Don't get so cocky! Next time, I will use one of my Kikumaru specials on you!" The red-haired boy said out loudly as he winked.

"Heh," the first year smirked back.

"Echizen, want to grab some burgers with me after we change?" Momoshiro asked as he put on his T-shirt.

"Okay, Momo-senpai."

"Kaidoh, there is a 95 percent chance that you will walk home with a very flushed face," Inui grinned as his glasses glinted.

"What?" Kaidoh looked up as he gave Inui a puzzled look.

Momoshiro burst out laughing.

"Oi, you got a problem!?" Kaidoh glared.

"No," Momoshiro smiled even wider as he covered his mouth, only to have Kaidoh blink back blankly in return.

Echizen looked at Momoshiro questioningly, then back at Kaidoh, and then at Kaidoh's green shirt which was inside out. The young prodigy tipped his cap downwards.

"Mada mada dane."

Tezuka sighed as he took off his sweaty shirt. The locker room was filled with the usual ruckus, and he wished that there were times when it would be much quieter, especially since he was tired from a long day of student council work and trying to keep Kaidoh and Momoshiro from pouncing on each other towards the end of practice (he ended up assigning them 30 laps each for the next day).

Suddenly, Tezuka felt a presence behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Everyone knew that the captain was incredibly aware of his surroundings.

"Fuji."

"Tezuka," Fuji began. "Regarding earlier today, is it okay if I ask now?" He walked over to stand next to his side.

"Hn," Tezuka replied, not bothering to look at him as he folded his tennis shirt neatly.

"I was wondering, are you a virgin?"

Just then, Oishi bumped his forehead on his locker door as Momoshiro choked in the middle of his argument with Kaidoh and Kikumaru gaped wide-eyed with imaginary cat ears sticking up. Everyone else froze and stared at the tensai as though he was committing suicide.

Tezuka calmly turned his head to his left, glaring at the smiling tensai with unnoticeable shock and a hint of annoyance.

"Fuji," Tezuka responded in a warning tone.

"Ah, Buchou, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Fuji smiled innocently, too innocently. "At least I'm asking this in the locker room and not out in public."

Tezuka didn't know how asking this kind of question in front of the rest of his teammates made it any better.

"Fuji, that is a private matter and is inappropriate to ask about."

"Ah, but we are all friends. There is nothing you need to feel uncomfortable about."

If Fuji wasn't making the tall bespectacled boy uncomfortable (which he was), he was definitely making everyone else. No one dared to say anything in fear of inciting the possibly already pisst-off captain to assign them all laps for practice tomorrow morning. In fact, they all thought the tensai had gone crazy for putting himself at risk of receiving what will probably be the most laps ever ran at Seigaku.

"Fuji, when you said you had something to talk to me about, I thought it was something important," Tezuka emphasized.

"Ne, Tezuka, are you trying to avoid the question? Does that mean you are a virgin?"

"Fuji!" Tezuka's eyes narrowed angrily at Fuji as the shorter boy responded with an even brighter (can it get any brighter?) smile. At the same time, the captain tried to secretly hide the blush that was threatening to show on his stern face. Neither moved as the two seemed to participate in a brutal staring contest, except one of them had their eyes closed.

"Um, I have to quickly go home to help my dad with the restaurant tonight," Takashi scratched his head nervously at the obvious tension in the room. "B-Bye!" Already changed and scared, he grabbed his bags and ran out the door.

"Oi, Echizen, isn't your stomach grumbling?" Momoshiro looked at the first year desperately.

Echizen blinked. "No, it's not grumbl-"

"Ah, there it goes again! You must be very hungry. Don't want to keep you waiting." Momoshiro grabbed the shorter boy's wrist and dragged the little prodigy quickly out the door.

"Fuji, do you want me to give you laps?" Tezuka's voice was clearly strained as the tensai tested his patience.

"Oh, isn't that an abuse of your powers? What does this have anything to do with tennis? I did nothing wrong," Fuji beamed.

"Eiji, didn't you say you needed help with that math homework of yours?" Oishi looked at his doubles partner uneasily.

"Y-Yes. Let's g-go. Got to finish that math homework. I l-love math," Kikumaru lied as he threw on the rest of his normal clothes and followed Oishi out the door.

"Fsssh!" hissed Kaidoh as he grabbed his bag. "Inui, are you done yet?!"

"Ii data," Inui smiled as he finished writing in his data book and caught up with Kaidoh, adding again as he past the two remaining team members, "I've collected some interesting data."

The door shut, leaving Tezuka and Fuji alone with a cold and tense silence hanging in the air.

"Fuji." Tezuka glared, losing his patience.

"Yes?" Fuji asked innocently.

"This conversation is over. Quickly get changed and go home!" Tezuka stated firmly as he stuffed his tennis shirt into his locker, put his normal shirt on, and shut the locker door.

But just as he picked up his bags and turned to leave, he found Fuji still blocking his path.

"Fuji, I will not repeat myself."

The tensai refused to budge. "So, no one really has claimed your virginity yet?"

"Fuji!"

"Then, that makes me very happy." Fuji's eyes opened to reveal sharp, clear, blue eyes that seem to pierce through anyone that come across them.

Tezuka paused. Fuji opening his eyes never meant anything good, and he made sure to be even more on his guard.

"Fuji-"

"I'll be your first."

Tezuka blinked. "What?"

"I'll take it. I will not allow anyone else to have it."

"Fuj-"

"Your virginity…belongs to me."