Hand laden with a venti-sized glass of...whatever (he really did not take the time to learn what the coffee of the day was), Inui strode up to the Fuji residence. Correct in his assumption that Saeki did not lock the door in his speedy exit, he stepped inside and began to slip out of his shoes. "Forgive my intrusion. Fuji."

"Professor?" Fuji's voice, from the kitchen, sounded husky and desperate, undercut with a staggering relief. Since Saeki's hurried retreat, the prodigy had been straddling the line between 'cold shower' and 'giving up and jerking off', the latter almost winning until Yuuta's face appeared in his mind's eye. "Get in here, quickly." From the kitchen came the harsh shove of chair against tile.

"On my way." Inui called, taking considerable care in making sure his shoes were properly aligned and his jacket removed and hung up in the closet.

"Too slow." Fuji'a voice was liquid, but the arms that wrapped around Inui's waist from behind were anything but.

"I had to put away my things." Inui stated, peering at Fuji over his shoulder at the shorter teen.

"Admirable, but unnecessary." Fuji buried his face in the back of Inui's shirt and breathed deeply, the familiar scent taking the kindled spark in him and setting it to full blaze. Any thoughts involving Saeki and coffeelust burned away, turned to distant specks of ash. "How did you know I needed you?" As in, need you right now, he added, hormone-addled hands awkward as they fought with the buttons.

Inui tapped the plastic lid of the coffee cup in his hand. "I received a phone call." He answered blithely, his free hand muddling Fuji's progress somewhat. "Though I was more under the impression you were in more need of coffee...mocha I think this is."

Sweet, wonderful siren, calling his name in notes of caffeine and chocolate. One hand tried to fight Inui's resistance; the other lunged towards styrofoam nirvana. Distantly, he registered the words--in running scared, Saeki had summoned the true object of Fuji's desire. Perhaps he'd let what was left of him (after Yuuta's wrath) live after all. Fuji gulped a deep drink of the mocha; it felt like liquid lust running down his throat. "You have an amazing way with foreplay, Professor." If that hand couldn't attack the shirt, the pants would do.

"Careful not to spill it." Inui warned as he moved the hand away from his pants. It was difficult to 'punish' his pursuer when he was more than ready to give in. Just a bit longer... He took a deep breath, wondering why he did not purchase a drink for himself.

The coffee sloshed slightly, splashing on Fuji's hand and the landing. "Waste not, want not." The rejected hand took the coffee cup, Fuji drawing his palm to his mouth and slurping the mocha off his skin as he pressed his body closer to Inui's. "You remember, don't you, that I wanted to drink this off your skin?"

"I remember." Leaning back against Fuji being a sign of throwing his poor intentions to the wind, Inui coughed. "It would have to be below scalding temperature."

Fuji's free hand tugged at Inui's belt, cajoling but urgent as well. "Later for that. I don't want to wait that long. Or wait, period." The implications were content to linger between them as Fuji drained the rest of the mocha and carelessly discarded the cup somewhere on the landing, freeing that hand for a possessive feel down the front of Inui's pants.

"Mmph, patience not a virtue today?" Inui turned around to face the other, his arms slipping around Fuji's waist.

"Virtue has left the building." The prodigy tugged Inui down, feeding him a taste of coffee cut with chocolate in an insistent kiss, one that refused to take 'slow down' or 'let's think about this' for an answer.

Previous intent entirely forgotten, Inui lost himself in the kiss, nipping lightly at Fuji's bottom lip. Hands that had been busy diverting advances were now working to remove buttons themselves.

Amazing, how he's not complaining about the coffee now. The thought was irreverent, and brief, as the blood kept losing the battle to stay in Fuji's brain when the body demanded it elsewhere. He kissed harder, his tongue darting into Inui's mouth to count every bottom tooth by touch alone. Fuji yanked at the damp waist of his own pants, tugging them undone, the fly open to reveal an impatient swatch of red boxers with yellow coffee cups on them. "Inui...Let's do it..."

"Here?" Inui queried, his mind not all gone to be aware that they were standing in the doorway with their clothes in various stages of undress.

"Yes. Kaasan and Neesan are in Nagano, they won't be back until Sunday." Fuji's hand was cool, almost breezy, as it skimmed under Inui's half-undone shirt and across the muscles of his stomach. "You want to," Fuji added. "So do I. To let go, and not hold anything back." The blunt edges of his nails lazily scratched back and forth on the ridges of Inui's abdominals.

Inui leaned into the warm touch, a faint tremor hitting the base of his spine as Fuji's nails grazed his skin. "Here." Inui repeated, the question removed from his voice as his eyes surveyed the area around them. Wall, door, floor, wall, door, floor, that stand doesn't look to hold much weight...

Don't overanalyze, Professor. Look only at me. Belt freed, zipper mastered, Fuji's cool hand closed around hot flesh, the unapologetic tilted line of his wrist just visible above the elastic of Inui's shorts.

With a sharp gasp Inui shot a heated glance in Fuji's direction, lowering his head to kiss Fuji roughly, stealing the breath that had been stolen from him. Opting for the door he pushed the other boy against it, canting his head to kiss along Fuji's jawline. "Here it is then." He began to pull at Fuji's clothes, garment after garment finding itself scattered on the ground, skin freed for Inui's hands to explore.

Had he breath, Fuji would have laughed, delighting in pushing Inui's control this way. If the kiss had not taken his breath, the door would have, impact stunning him to stillness save the hand bent on seducing Inui. His professor tasted hungry and impatient, devouring him with each stroke of tongue and nip of teeth. "Here is good," Fuji concurred at last, body eagerly leaning into Inui's palms. "Do you have anything on you?" he asked, the hormone-haze clouding through his eyes anew. "For friction?" It wasn't impossible to do it without, just made the next day or so hell.

"Jacket." Inui answered with a pause. "Possibly."

Fuji gave an impatient groan, tapping his head twice back against the door. "Which you hung up in the closet like a prat." Not that Fuji could realistically fault Inui for not being prepared in that respect; this was hardly a preplanned encounter. "The pink windbreaker...on the coat tree. Neesan always has lotion in her pocket."

Inui tickled Fuji's sides in retaliation for his former comment, briefly separating himself by half a step to reach into the pocket of the windbreaker.

"Hey! Tickling harshes the hormonal high!" Fuji growled, batting Inui's hands into a more suitable position. Excitement thudded through his body, months of anticipation leaving him primed for this step. His hand, still tucked into the gap of Inui's pants, tightened reflexively; firm enough to draw attention but not to harm. "You're not allergic to mineral oil, are you? Lotions are full of it, and..." a soft, almost nervous laugh, "that's not someplace you want to get hives."

"I don't. I intended to ask you the same, though I am safe to assume you do not have any allergies?" Inui murmured through rushed breath, pressing his nose against Fuji's cheek. "I'd also recommend moving your hand somewhere less...distracting."

"Not to this stuff," Fuji replied, free hand floating up to cradle the side of Inui's face. "We won't talk about bubble bath, though..." Slitted eyes cut down just enough to inspect his handiwork, a merciless grin curling the corners of his mouth. "I think your powers of concentration are up," a delicate cough, "to the task." His grip relaxed a little bit, an involuntary shiver snaking down his spine at the heat of Inui's breath on his face. "Just think of it...as finally getting to conduct the experiment you've been studying for~..."

"Nn, I have been wanting to gather this particular...research for some time." Inui turned his head slightly, drawing Fuji's lips to his own. Continuing to try to calm the frantic pace they had set out on yet not fully succeeding, his tongue slowly sought its way through parted lips. Setting to the task at hand, Inui retracted the hand that held him with reluctance as he shifted the other boy up higher against the doorway. He lifted one of Fuji's legs from the ground and cradled it in one arm.

"Let me know if there is too much discomfort." he said with an awkward grin, resuming the kiss while fighting briefly with the lotion bottle with his free hand, breathing an accomplished exhalation of breath as the lid came loose. After taking a moment to apply the lotion to himself, Inui eventually sought out the entrance where his body was wanting to explore with one finger, pulling his lips away to regard his partner closely.

"Trust me, you'll be the first to know." Excitement, anticipation and just a bit of nerves pulsed through Fuji and he pressed back against Inui's hand, shifting his hips to better guide the way. He had the benefit of experience and an intimate knowledge of what his own body preferred, as well as What Not To Do If You Want To Walk Tomorrow. "Go easy, Professor. I'll be tight but if you persist I'll relax. Don't push too fast or hard with your fingers, but be steady. The key is to get the natural 'hell no' physical reaction into 'oh yeah.'" He grinned, eyes open and almost self-conscious. "This is the first time I've been with a virgin, it makes it a bit of a challenge."

"Hmph, I have yet to encounter a challenge which has gone against your favor." Inui said with a slight smirk, a playful gaze alight with unrestrained curiously peered at Fuji over the rims of Inui's glasses. "I have researched this subject in depth, if that my delay any concerns. Part of that reaction you were referring to involves stimulating..." his voice trailed off as he turned his focus to slide one finger inside Fuji's body. Second knuckle, forward angled motion, initial pressure gentle. . . "...hn, you are rather tight."

"I'm not worried," Fuji countered, brows knitting together briefly as Inui's motion met with his body's resistance. "Much," he amended, taking a slow, deep breath and willing his insides to cooperate. "You always research with great dedication." The rush of hormones, first from Saeki's coffee-cologne and second from Inui's mocha-makeout, had Fuji's head spinning and the rest of him fully ready, aching for touch and wanting none of this current going easy. "Control freak," was his matter-of-fact reply, the main explanation for his body's reluctant, almost grudging acceptance of Inui's presence inside it. "Nnn, but you're doing that part right. Go a little deeper, then try two."

"As you wish, Master." Inui replied, laughing softly. He did as instructed, keeping a steady pressure while adding a second finger as he felt Fuji's body slowly lower its resistance. It was difficult to turn off his mind, every touch, the flush of Fuji's skin or the minute exclamations of breath--everything and anything, Inui wanted to document and process later. In a less regretful thought to himself, his attention to detail was probably the only thing from keeping him from losing all control; that was to be for later. Leaning forward he nipped lightly at Fuji's ear. "Does this please you?"

"Master...I do like the sound of that," Fuji purred, arching his back and pressing back against Inui's fingers. He wanted to paw at Inui, to touch him relentlessly and take away his control, but practical considerations, not the least of which was virgin + overstimulated - control = owfuckow the next day, kept his hands relatively still. "Mmm, it pleases me," a catch of breath in Fuji's throat, "but try this." He held up one hand and made various scissoring motions with index and middle fingers. "Yeah, it feels a little childish when you're doing it, but it's effective." The prodigy laughed and jerked slightly, as if the changed movement tickled him somewhere deep inside. "So was that. Man, this is good when guys have long fingers and short nails."

"I will take such observation as compliment." Inui commented, scissoring his fingers as he sought out the spot from before. "Do you have any further input to impart, Master?"

"Fuck." The invective was little more than a soft hiss and Fuji rocked harder back on Inui's fingers; for a first-timer, Inui's aim was scarily accurate, as if all his research had included compiling a map direct to his prostate. "No more input, just put it in!" He nudged Inui from his ear and leaned forward, firmly grasping his boyfriend's lower lip with his teeth. Yuuta wasn't the only Fuji who could get a little forceful when aroused, and the blue of Fuji's eyes could best be described as 'supernova' as he tilted his head back to look up at Inui. "Sadaharu," he growled the name, intimate and low. "Do me."

"Did you..." Inui started to ask, confirming in his head what his ears did hear. Held by the intense blue irises, it quickly became something pushed aside in his mind, Fuji's request being trumped by the demands in his mind. "...as you command." He pulled his hand away, hissing under his breath as his fingers wrapped around a part of his body that had been sorely neglected. Inui turned a somewhat focused glance in Fuji's direction, holding that stare as he slowly guided himself into Fuji's body.

Hands on Inui's shoulders, Fuji held his breath and Inui's gaze as little by little their bodies connected. The difference in height made positioning a bit awkward, Fuji rising to tiptoe on his free foot and trying to balance without wobbling as they slid together. "Nnn, pick me up or we won't fit right." Hands scooped under Fuji's backside, hoisting him up, and Fuji curled one leg around Inui's waist for support. The prodigy's voice was a throaty purr against Inui's skin. "Down now...just a little. Stop holding back on me, I want you all the way in." Not quite waiting for Inui's compliance, Fuji pushed his hips down, a shuddering, pleased sound tearing from him.

"Nn, not holding back." Inui lied, his breath heavy against Fuji's neck as he remained still, his grip holding them together. "Not...in a hurry." he breathed, kissing the side of Fuji's jaw, managing a grin that was felt rather than seen. "...for your file..."

"Oh~?" There was no mistaking the devilish bend in Fuji's voice, even delivered through a fog of hormones. He leaned in close to Inui's ear, licking the lobe and leaving a wet trail up the shell. "So if I said that I wanted you to pin me back against the door and fuck me, you still wouldn't be holding back, hmm?" Loki in human skin, very naked human skin, Fuji lowered his voice even more, describing in rather colorful detail what he wanted and just how he planned to go about getting it.

"Shut up." Inui growled as a shudder crawled down his spine, the damage of Fuji's words to his last remaining strands of control already beyond repair. Before thought could dictate his actions Inui had pinned the other against the door, the instructions imbedded into his subconscious set into action, gradually setting a steady pace with his lower body.

"Make me," Fuji taunted back, the sparring exciting him even more as he reveled in the tension rolling off Inui in waves. The door greeted him soundly, firm support as Inui thrust, the angle making for ideal penetration and tossing the height mismatch right out the window. Hissing, Fuji's fingers dug deeply into Inui's shoulders, legs tightening in reflex, the muscles in bare thighs taut and lean as Fuji sought to draw Inui farther and farther inside him. "That's it," no longer quite as challenging, edging more towards encouraging, Fuji dropped his voice again. "It's much better with a partner than alone, isn't it~?"

"Nn..." Inui nodded in agreement, his voice changing to a slight admonishing tone. "Still...talking." he punctuated each word with a kiss, the pace of his thrusts increasing. He felt the room grow suffocatingly hot, his skin alert where his mind slowly was slipping away to focusing only on the tension building in his body.

"I told you," Fuji murmured, "make me. Try harder." The air was heavy, thick with a salty, musky scent of sweat and sex. "Harder..." Fuji repeated, drawing the word out at length. Inui's response elicited a sharp cry from him, a combination of the doorknob suddenly in the small of his back and Inui's movements finally connecting with his prostate. "Do that again, don't stop." Fuji's legs squeezed tightly around Inui and he rocked his hips up and down in time with Inui's thrusts.

"Sh..t." If words had not failed him at that moment, Inui would have eagerly told him that nothing in this world could make him stop beyond death itself, though the way his heart drummed against his chest and in his ears. He gripped Fuji's hips as he tried to hit the same spot again and again, moaning loudly as his thrusts increased to a heady pace.

Fuji's hands wandered like frantic, wild things over Inui's back, gripping, scratching, scrabbling for purchase, for reins to hold during the wild maiden ride beneath him slowly slipping out of his control. Friction built up, inside him, in his tender, needy flesh trapped between them. "I'm close, so close, don't you dare slow down!" The sounds Inui made, desperate and hungry and all for him, all because of him, drove Fuji crazy, heat and lust pouring off him in near-tangible waves.

"Let go. I-" Inui breathed heavily in Fuji's ear, his focus slowly being dwarfed by the tension that held his body at the edge, the other's cries and the heated friction of being sheathed in Fuji's nearly pushing him over. Thought beyond reason, only the body held tightly before him remained. "...let go."

Let go? Do you know what you're asking, Inui? Some distant part of Fuji's mind still clung to those thoughts, fighting even in the face of intense pleasure and physical satisfaction to hold his advantage. The lure of those words, that voice, those hands on his body and the heat inside it were too much to resist, even for Fuji Syuusuke. He took a hitching breath, and another, riding the rhythm, clinging to Inui...to Sadaharu--and he would contemplate the full ramifications of personal names later...and let go. Absolutely. Letting his mind go, his body following, completion arriving with a throaty groan muffled against Inui's shoulder.

With his hands at a deathgrip at Fuji's hips, Inui shuddered faintly as he continued at his pace, the buildup of pleasure all but consuming him. The throaty sound at his shoulder and the trembling body wedged between him and the door shutting off all thought entirely. After another two or three thrusts of plunging in deeply Inui stopped moving suddenly, groaning loudly his release, his body lurching forward and pressing close as the long held tension rolled out of him in waves.

"Down." Fuji's voice was a hoarse whisper. "Slide down before your legs decide it for you. The blood's going to come back to your head rather quickly." Already he felt a little dizzy, drunk with satisfaction and more than a bit sticky around the tummy. And smug. Smug beyond all belief and flushed with contentment. "None of this goes in the book. I want to keep it all to myself."

"Off record." Inui murmured, sliding down to sit on the ground of the foyer and away from the door, his legs deciding not to mentain proper balance. He held onto Fuji tightly, his hands tracing lazy circles around Fuji's waist. In the fuzzy, contented haze of his mind thought of the need for a shower. The things that could also be done in said shower making him snicker to himself. "Though, I will have to note that coffee seems to be a powerful aphrodisiac..."

Coffee. Aphrodisiac. Oh, shit. "Saeki." Sexual tensions shattered and lying in tiny pieces around them, Fuji finally gave in and laughed at the earlier surreal experience, burying his head in the crook of Inui's neck. "I'm willing to bet I nearly scared him from bisexual straight to eunuch." Inui's skin felt comfortably warm against his, textured and smooth all at once. "Didn't know I could get carried away like that, where my brain just sort of shuts down."

Fuji kept his face tucked in against Inui, breathing deeply. "I'm a little embarrassed, honestly. Wasn't what I planned." In fact, it felt more than a little like he had used Inui, despite their mutual enthusiasm and desperate grabbing for each other. "But...no regrets." There was a candleflicker of question at the end of his sentence, but it burned underneath with conviction.

"No regrets." Inui reaffirmed, hugging Fuji's waist tightly. Even though they had been nearing this conclusion for days, Inui did little to dissuade Fuji's advances, knowing full well he had taken advantage of a weakness. "I did have a bed in mind our first time...fate seems to hold a fondness for your front door."

"Indeed." That simple affirmation lifted a good many worries off Fuji's bare shoulders, and the hands running absently over his back slowly erased the rest. "Fate is a fickle bitch with a perverse sense of humor. I sometimes think she's actually my sister..." He grinned, feeling the stretch and strain of muscles not often (enough) exerted. "Does that mean you were planning our first time, hmm?" He gently nipped at Inui's ear, wanting to bottle the warmth and comfort of this particular moment and sip it slowly later.

"Of course." Inui laughed, pinching one of Fuji's sides lightly. "Why else would I carry such items in my jacket? Well...for all things not considered...this turned out well."

"I'd ask what those plans are, but...I think I'd rather you show me." A familiar shameless grin floated onto Fuji's features, and he made a mental note to explore those pockets later. "We seem rather prone to improvisation." And Fuji knew he would never look at either the front door or mocha the same way again. Life as a Fuji was eccentric and unique by design, so such things seemed to fit. "I wouldn't be opposed to trying it in a bed. After a bath, though," Fuji added, reaching down and running his fingers over the drying semen on their stomachs. "If we stay like this much longer, we'll stick. Trust me, it's not fun."

"It would be better water conservation if we share." Inui grinned, edging Fuji off of his lap so that he could stand, appraising Fuji's nude form. He began to gather their scattered clothing into a haphazard pile, his mind quickly deciding to clean up the disarray of the foyer later.

Fuji took a moment to pose for Inui's approval, completely unselfconscious despite lacking even a pair of socks. "Excellent idea. Except I foresee sharing taking longer than separate, so the net water usage is probably the same." Likewise, the prodigy returned the measuring gaze, eyes taking a slow, leisurely trip over Inui's body and a possessive curl of heat tightening somewhere deep in his stomach. He felt...calm, relaxed, a feeling far beyond the lassitude of recent orgasm. The paranoia he'd expected to run roughshod was strangely nonexistent, the months of anxiety and quiet fear all seemed gone.

"Come on, Sadaharu," Fuji said, holding out his hand. "Let's go upstairs."

"Lead the way, Syuusuke." Inui smiled, taking Fuji's hand. "I can call you Syuusuke, ne?"

Fuji's hand in Inui's tightened, a momentary look of thought crossing his face before he smiled, genuinely, and nodded. "Aa. For now, I'd prefer it if we're alone or around family. First name always requires a bit of a break-in period for me." His expression grew a bit more contemplative as he led their way up the stairs, stopping altogether near the top, one stair higher than Inui, which left them closer to eye level. "Sadaharu...it's just not quite right. Other people call you that, and that makes me..." Jealous? Possessive? Selfish? "...well, you know. But..." Fuji clicked his tongue, as if tasting the flavor of other names on it, "how about...Haru? That makes it," and you, "only mine."

"Haru." Testing the name for himself, Inui nodded as he leaned forward to kiss Fuji lightly on the lips. His mother and a few of his teachers had tried as a child to call him that, something he resisted quite well. He was proud of the name his father gave him, and almost seemed improper to shorten it (or have it thrown around by strangers who did not know him); doing so would lose the meaning behind his parents' choice. However, this new meaning, and all of the implications he would wrap his mind around later, made him feel elated. "I admit it might be something to grow accustomed to, but I like it. 'Haru' is yours, Syuusuke."

"He is, indeed." Fuji leaned in and kissed the tip of Inui's nose. Normally, he would seize some bit of clothing in his hand to pull him closer, but there was nothing to grab but skin. "I'm known for being very possessive when things are mine," he added; it wasn't a warning, but more of an affirmation of his unique outlook. "Does Haru mind being mine, with all the good and bad it will certainly entail?"

"Haru does not mind." Inui took Fuji's arm and in a quick maneuver had the other teen draped over his shoulder. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all. This gives me a really sweet view of your ass." Fuji laughed, reaching down to tickle the aforementioned ass. Feeling open and comfortable with someone else was such a rare sensation.

"If I recall, it is in the general vicinity." Inui laughed along with Fuji, finishing his ascent up the stairs and down the hallway in the direction of the bathroom.

"Haru~?" Fuji asked, his voice echoing slightly off the bathroom's enclosed walls. "Did you happen to run an analysis on doing it in the bathroom...?" The door clicked shut behind them.