Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis, this is just my pitiful first attempt at a Fuji/Taka....I suck!

'Good game, Fujiko.'

Taka's earlier comment ran through his mind again, grating his nerves. Sure, Eiji used that nickname almost constantly, but when Taka said it, for some reason it was...different. He didn't want Taka thinking of him as girly. In fact, he had a plan to show Taka he was one hundred percent man.

"Hey, Taka-san, would you like to join me for a movie and dinner tonight?" Fuji asked, his usual smile stretched across his angelic face.

"Alright, although I'm helping out at the sushi shop until six." Taka said.

"That's fine. Can you come to my house to get me when you're done?" Fuji asked, smile still in place.

"Of course. Excuse me, I need to go home now. I'll call you before I come over."

Fuji waved as Taka hurried home to help his father. He then pulled his cell phone out and quickly punched in some numbers.

"Eiji, I need your help with something. Can I come over?"

Taka knocked on the door. It was now a little past six thirty. He had stopped home to change into a pair of jeans and a loose-but-not-baggy green Weezer t-shirt. After all, he didn't want to look bad.

Taka's jaw almost hit the floor when the door opened. He didn't know if he should laugh or smack himself for thinking Fuji looked good. His eyes traveled up Fuji's body, then down, then back up again.

The shorter boy had his hair seperated into two low pigtails, a small pink ribbon formed a tiny bow on each one. His already feminine face had been accentuated with shiney pink lipgloss and mascara. A satin black ribbon with a dangling silver heart served as a choker which matched his off the shoulder black top and pink and black plaid skirt that reached midthigh. His legs were smooth and his feel were covered by a pair of black high heels.

"Uhm, Fuji...uh...wha..." Taka swallowed. Fuji's smile widened.

"Shall we go now Taka-san?" Fuji purred, closing the door behind him as he stepped onto the porch. Taka nodded, finding himself unable to speak.

Dinner consisted of Taka trying not to stare at his pretty teammate as Fuji talked and acted as he normally would.

During the movie, which, to Taka's delight was a horror flick, Fuji had curled up next to Taka. Their arms intertwined and Fuji buried his face into Taka's shoulder whenever someone was brutally murdered or when the killer would suddenly pop onto the screen, seemingly from the bowels of hell.

Everytime Fuji would press against his chest, Taka felt his heart began to race and his face turn bright red. He would forget to breathe for a few seconds, then when he remembered, one whiff of Fuji's flowery perfume would send his mind reeling again.

When the movie was finished, Taka decided he would walk Fuji home. No telling what trouble he could get into dressed as he was.

"Hm, I just realized..." Fuji began, snapping Taka out of the dazed state he was eperiencing. "I have a heart on!" he lightly touched the metal dangling from his neck. Taka began to choke on air. Fuji smiled up at him, tilting his head innocently to the side.

"Are you ok Taka-san?" Fuji asked, snaking his hand around the other's back, rubbing calming circles into Taka's muscles. Taka smiled at Fuji, and resumed their trek to Fuji's house.

"I'm fine, uh, must have been something in the air." Taka mumbled.

"Ah, yes." Fuji responded with his normal smile.

Their journey ended soon. Taka was about to say farewell, but Fuji spoke first.

"I know it's last moment, but would you like to spend the night Taka-san? It's pretty late and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

"Ah, ok. I just need to call my dad." Taka replied as he followed Fuji inside. Taka got the ok from his father and they were soon on their way upstairs. Fuji offered Taka his shower, but Taka refused politely, as he had taken one after work. Fuji told Taka to make himself at home in his room while he took a quick shower. He gave Taka some pajama's to change into, then disappeared into the bathroom with a set of his own.

He came out about a half an hour later, his honey-brown hair mussed from being rubbed partially dry with a towel. The top of his plaid pajamas were left unbuttoned, and Taka couldn't keep his eyes from traveling over the sculpted flesh.

Fuji walked over to the bed where Taka was sitting. He stopped directly in front of the taller youth and took his hand. He lifted the callosed appendage and grazed one fingertip with his tips. Taka watched as Fuji slowly drew the finger into his mouth; his eyes fluttered close as Fuji swirled the tip of his tounge along his finger.

Fuji then climbed onto Taka's lap, straddling him so that their hips were lightly touching.

"So, do you still think I earn the title 'Fujiko', Taka-san?" Fuji purred into Taka's ear, lightly nibbling on the lobe. He dipped himself lower and rolled forward, pressing himself against Taka for a moment before going back to hovering just out of touching range.

Taka's hands gripped at the bed sheets when Fuji playfully collided with him, the thin fabric of his pajamas did little to hide his growing erection.

"Is that what this all is about?" Taka asked huskily, staring at Fuji through half lidded eyes.

"Hmm, not all." Fuji ran his callosed hands up the underside of Taka's shirt, pausing to tweak one of his hard nipples. "I was also curious about what I've been feeling towards you. It seems like you're responding well enough."

His hand then moved down to Taka's waistband. He slid one finger down past the elastic, running it lightly along Taka's lower abdomen. He felt them ripple under his touch and smiled as the man beneath him bit his lip to keep from calling out as his finger gently slid over the tip of his member.

"Fuji, maybe now isn't appropriate, for quite that far..." Taka said, lifting Fuji's hands up and kissing the palms of each lightly. Fuji smiled.

"Yes, I suppose you're right. But, would it be alright if we kissed?" Fuji asked, sliding off of Taka's lap onto the bed beside him.

"Of course we can, Fujiko." Taka said, kissing Fuji lightly on the lips. Fuji pouted and nipped at Taka's lower lip.

"No fair, I don't want you to call me Fujiko." he insisted, leaning Taka back on the bed, kissing him roughly. Taka grinned into the kiss, pulling Fuji closer.

"Ok, but then what should I call you?"

"Just Fuji is fine."

They soon fell into a deep sleep, holding each other close, falling asleep to the rhythem of eachother's heartbeats.