I love your Tezuka and Fuji; the way they interact and feel is so perfect, and your capture the subtle dynamics of their relationship. This line in particular was lovely:

The moment, when he saw the opening for the last shot, when the world crystallized into perfection and he couldn't possibly have stopped the stroke that smashed the ball home, felt like he was breathing sunlight, hot and beautiful and brilliant.

And of course, the all of the porn was as well. ;) Thanks for sharing!