Proposition
Title: Proposition
Characters: Oshitari Yuushi/Atobe Keigo
Rating: PG-13 (swearing, mentions of sex)
Summary: Atobe confesses. Oshitari has other ideas.
Notes: My first Hyotei-related fanfic... and I kind of want to kill myself after writing this. I have... no words. Just - I blame mushrooms for Sparkley!Yuushi (look to yuuphoria for reference). Dedicated to theprerogative because I owe you lots of fic 8D This is one of the many.
Proposition
When Atobe Keigo confessed his undying love for Oshitari Yuushi, the bespectacled man… laughed.
Which was both disturbing and insulting, now that Atobe thought about it. Yuushi had waved his hand somewhat dismissively, chuckling - “Atobe,” he said in that frustratingly sexy drawl, “you’re only in love with yourself.”
And so that was the end of their friendship. At least it was, where Atobe was concerned. Yuushi didn’t seem to care. The guy still turned up at Atobe’s estate as if nothing awful like a rejected confession had occurred between them, flirting with Atobe’s maids and making use of Atobe’s butlers while swimming in Atobe’s pool. Atobe was… disgusted. And disturbed. Of course he was disturbed. Yuushi was… insane.
Insanely gorgeous, come to that. But that wasn’t the point.
“The wine is good today,” Yuushi said, passing by a ruffled Atobe in nothing more than his glasses and swimming trunks. God, the nerve of the man. Talk about flaunting his assets.
“Oshitari,” Atobe said, trying to keep his voice somewhat controlled, “what are you doing here?”
Yuushi raised an eyebrow, blue hair slightly matted against his forehead. “I come here all the time, Keigo,” he said with a straight face. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m not sure.” He hoped he sounded sarcastic. It was already difficult enough for Atobe not to stare at the trunks. “Maybe because it’s my estate and I didn’t… invite you over, hmm?”
Yuushi laughed. “Oh, Keigo, you’re so amusing. Anyway, you should be glad. People don’t see their objects of affection in trunks all the time, you know.”
Death. Ravage. War and pain and suffering. Atobe was getting a headache. There was nothing attractive about Yuushi right now, except the amused crinkle in his eyes that made him look so… ravishing. And that little cocksure smirk. And that nice tanned chest and nice tanned stomach which led to nice tanned -
“Cock off,” Atobe said savagely.
Yuushi stared at him.
A bead of water trailed down his chest.
“I mean fuck off. Fuck off my estate. Take your trunks with you. Stop sleeping with my maids and molesting my butlers.” Atobe was pissed, oh yes. Nobody screwed around with Atobe. Even if he did want to screw Yuushi. God, the man sure knew how to push his buttons. Maybe he’d consider pushing a little harder and removing the damn buttons altogether. …Why the hell was he was still thinking obscene thoughts?
Atobe blamed the trunks.
And just that thought made him want to die a little inside.
“I don’t feel like fucking off,” Yuushi was saying, taking a sip of wine. “I quite like it here. It’s a nice place. Quiet, peaceful…”
“Are we going to pretend what happened a few days ago never transpired,” Atobe cut in coldly. Enough of this shit. Yuushi could go to hell for all he cared. He belonged there, with bikini-clad she-devils with condom pitchforks. Oh god, he was bitter. Atobe wasn’t used to not getting his favourite toy, and it bugged him. Not that Yuushi was a toy. Maybe the fact that he wasn’t one was what agitated the brown-haired heir of the very floor they stood on.
“Hnn. You mean that little confession.” Yuushi had the balls to look thoughtful. Atobe wondered what it would take to castrate the man. “Truth is, Keigo… I’m straight.”
“Fuck you,” Atobe said.
“Okay.”
“Just fuck off already.”
“Touche,” Yuushi protested, but his glasses were glinting and so were his eyes. “I’m jealous, Ato-be. I’m just being around more often so you can focus a little more on…” he gestured to his hot, tanned body, “…me.”
Atobe didn’t want to swear. It was uncouth behavior reserved for commoners, but Yuushi was really a fucker. Oh, there he was swearing again. He gave Yuushi a list of expletives before the taller man nodded and sighed, looking somewhat inspired.
“Well, matter of the fact is, Keigo,” he said solemnly, “is that in order for you to fall in love with me, I have to be around you. Or you’ll end up in your little pity party and forget the reason why you’re even in one. That being me, of course.”
“Our friendship is over,” Atobe was saying, on top of Yuushi’s little speech. “I have no use for scumbags and freeloaders. Don’t call, I’m throwing away my phone.”
“Just get a new number,” Yuushi said.
“No, I don’t want any essence of you within the confines of my gadget.” To prove his point, Atobe plonked his cellphone into the pool.
“So angry,” Yuushi said, fascinated. “I’m so attracted to you it hurts.”
Atobe pushed Yuushi into the pool. Asshole deserved to drown. Too bad he could swim.
They sat down together an hour later, but only because Yuushi followed Atobe into his chambers and refused to leave. Atobe sat regally in his armchair and glared. Yuushi revealed his hot, tanned body under the fluffy bathrobe.
“We can cock off now, if you want,” Yuushi suggested.
They sat in silence for fifteen minutes. Yuushi sipped his tea. Atobe aggressively added a sixth cube of sugar into his.
“What the hell is your problem,” Atobe snapped suddenly. “I tell you I’m in love with you, and you reject me by telling me I’m in love with myself? That doesn’t make sense.”
“It’s just a means of getting you off my back,” Yuushi answered fluidly, setting his cup onto its saucer. “Of course, I had to think things over. That was an interesting proposition you had there.”
It wasn’t a proposition, it was a confession, Atobe wanted to snarl. But there wasn’t any point correcting Yuushi; the man was so obviously stuck in his own world, within his own logic. It was both infuriating and fascinating, and completely the reason why Atobe was in love with him in the first place.
How sickening, this irony of life. Atobe would sue it, if it were tangible.
“After all, if I were to accept that proposition,” Yuushi was saying, china clinking as he set the teacup down on the glass table before them, “I’d have to constantly compete with you, Atobe. No one is more important to you than yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Atobe snapped.
But Yuushi was smiling at him, glasses now sitting beside the teacup as he looked at Atobe with glinting eyes. “Kei-go,” he drawled, “Am I irritating you?”
Of course Yuushi was irritating him. Only years of good breeding separated the blue-haired tensai from death right at this moment. Atobe stood up so abruptly that his armchair shifted sharply against the marble flooring. And he glared - murderously. How dare he barge in on Atobe like this, impose upon him in spite of everything Atobe felt, made him look completely idiotic and react in a manner that was so unlike his usual self -
And then it hit Atobe.
“You’re only in love with yourself,” Yuushi had said.
There was a stunned silence as they stared at each other for a long moment. Atobe felt… dazed. Was that it? Did Yuushi do all of this…
So all Atobe would think about was Yuushi?
“Isn’t it better to concentrate on being angry at me than angry at yourself?” Yuushi’s voice was what broke the tension between them. Atobe looked up to see that crinkle in the other’s eye, and… that smug grin on Yuushi’s face was really quite unbearable. Atobe reached forward and pulled the other man to his feet, almost shaking with anger. “Why you - “
“I’m not straight,” Yuushi interrupted thoughtfully, with a crooked smirk etched on his face. “More of… bisexual, really.”
And then his lips were on Atobe’s and Atobe couldn’t quite remember how to think.
“I like this Atobe,” Yuushi said a few minutes after the best make-out session of Atobe’s life. “Speechlessness suits you. I suppose I have more of an effect on you than I thought. You must really be more in love with me than yourself.”
God, the man was completely out of it. Atobe attempted a glare… and failed. “You are an ass,” he muttered, but then they were kissing again.
“No, you are,” Yuushi retorted good-naturedly. “I can prove it.”
Death could come later, Atobe reasoned in his haze-addled mind. Sex first.
Characters: Oshitari Yuushi/Atobe Keigo
Rating: PG-13 (swearing, mentions of sex)
Summary: Atobe confesses. Oshitari has other ideas.
Notes: My first Hyotei-related fanfic... and I kind of want to kill myself after writing this. I have... no words. Just - I blame mushrooms for Sparkley!Yuushi (look to yuuphoria for reference). Dedicated to theprerogative because I owe you lots of fic 8D This is one of the many.
Proposition
When Atobe Keigo confessed his undying love for Oshitari Yuushi, the bespectacled man… laughed.
Which was both disturbing and insulting, now that Atobe thought about it. Yuushi had waved his hand somewhat dismissively, chuckling - “Atobe,” he said in that frustratingly sexy drawl, “you’re only in love with yourself.”
And so that was the end of their friendship. At least it was, where Atobe was concerned. Yuushi didn’t seem to care. The guy still turned up at Atobe’s estate as if nothing awful like a rejected confession had occurred between them, flirting with Atobe’s maids and making use of Atobe’s butlers while swimming in Atobe’s pool. Atobe was… disgusted. And disturbed. Of course he was disturbed. Yuushi was… insane.
Insanely gorgeous, come to that. But that wasn’t the point.
“The wine is good today,” Yuushi said, passing by a ruffled Atobe in nothing more than his glasses and swimming trunks. God, the nerve of the man. Talk about flaunting his assets.
“Oshitari,” Atobe said, trying to keep his voice somewhat controlled, “what are you doing here?”
Yuushi raised an eyebrow, blue hair slightly matted against his forehead. “I come here all the time, Keigo,” he said with a straight face. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m not sure.” He hoped he sounded sarcastic. It was already difficult enough for Atobe not to stare at the trunks. “Maybe because it’s my estate and I didn’t… invite you over, hmm?”
Yuushi laughed. “Oh, Keigo, you’re so amusing. Anyway, you should be glad. People don’t see their objects of affection in trunks all the time, you know.”
Death. Ravage. War and pain and suffering. Atobe was getting a headache. There was nothing attractive about Yuushi right now, except the amused crinkle in his eyes that made him look so… ravishing. And that little cocksure smirk. And that nice tanned chest and nice tanned stomach which led to nice tanned -
“Cock off,” Atobe said savagely.
Yuushi stared at him.
A bead of water trailed down his chest.
“I mean fuck off. Fuck off my estate. Take your trunks with you. Stop sleeping with my maids and molesting my butlers.” Atobe was pissed, oh yes. Nobody screwed around with Atobe. Even if he did want to screw Yuushi. God, the man sure knew how to push his buttons. Maybe he’d consider pushing a little harder and removing the damn buttons altogether. …Why the hell was he was still thinking obscene thoughts?
Atobe blamed the trunks.
And just that thought made him want to die a little inside.
“I don’t feel like fucking off,” Yuushi was saying, taking a sip of wine. “I quite like it here. It’s a nice place. Quiet, peaceful…”
“Are we going to pretend what happened a few days ago never transpired,” Atobe cut in coldly. Enough of this shit. Yuushi could go to hell for all he cared. He belonged there, with bikini-clad she-devils with condom pitchforks. Oh god, he was bitter. Atobe wasn’t used to not getting his favourite toy, and it bugged him. Not that Yuushi was a toy. Maybe the fact that he wasn’t one was what agitated the brown-haired heir of the very floor they stood on.
“Hnn. You mean that little confession.” Yuushi had the balls to look thoughtful. Atobe wondered what it would take to castrate the man. “Truth is, Keigo… I’m straight.”
“Fuck you,” Atobe said.
“Okay.”
“Just fuck off already.”
“Touche,” Yuushi protested, but his glasses were glinting and so were his eyes. “I’m jealous, Ato-be. I’m just being around more often so you can focus a little more on…” he gestured to his hot, tanned body, “…me.”
Atobe didn’t want to swear. It was uncouth behavior reserved for commoners, but Yuushi was really a fucker. Oh, there he was swearing again. He gave Yuushi a list of expletives before the taller man nodded and sighed, looking somewhat inspired.
“Well, matter of the fact is, Keigo,” he said solemnly, “is that in order for you to fall in love with me, I have to be around you. Or you’ll end up in your little pity party and forget the reason why you’re even in one. That being me, of course.”
“Our friendship is over,” Atobe was saying, on top of Yuushi’s little speech. “I have no use for scumbags and freeloaders. Don’t call, I’m throwing away my phone.”
“Just get a new number,” Yuushi said.
“No, I don’t want any essence of you within the confines of my gadget.” To prove his point, Atobe plonked his cellphone into the pool.
“So angry,” Yuushi said, fascinated. “I’m so attracted to you it hurts.”
Atobe pushed Yuushi into the pool. Asshole deserved to drown. Too bad he could swim.
They sat down together an hour later, but only because Yuushi followed Atobe into his chambers and refused to leave. Atobe sat regally in his armchair and glared. Yuushi revealed his hot, tanned body under the fluffy bathrobe.
“We can cock off now, if you want,” Yuushi suggested.
They sat in silence for fifteen minutes. Yuushi sipped his tea. Atobe aggressively added a sixth cube of sugar into his.
“What the hell is your problem,” Atobe snapped suddenly. “I tell you I’m in love with you, and you reject me by telling me I’m in love with myself? That doesn’t make sense.”
“It’s just a means of getting you off my back,” Yuushi answered fluidly, setting his cup onto its saucer. “Of course, I had to think things over. That was an interesting proposition you had there.”
It wasn’t a proposition, it was a confession, Atobe wanted to snarl. But there wasn’t any point correcting Yuushi; the man was so obviously stuck in his own world, within his own logic. It was both infuriating and fascinating, and completely the reason why Atobe was in love with him in the first place.
How sickening, this irony of life. Atobe would sue it, if it were tangible.
“After all, if I were to accept that proposition,” Yuushi was saying, china clinking as he set the teacup down on the glass table before them, “I’d have to constantly compete with you, Atobe. No one is more important to you than yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Atobe snapped.
But Yuushi was smiling at him, glasses now sitting beside the teacup as he looked at Atobe with glinting eyes. “Kei-go,” he drawled, “Am I irritating you?”
Of course Yuushi was irritating him. Only years of good breeding separated the blue-haired tensai from death right at this moment. Atobe stood up so abruptly that his armchair shifted sharply against the marble flooring. And he glared - murderously. How dare he barge in on Atobe like this, impose upon him in spite of everything Atobe felt, made him look completely idiotic and react in a manner that was so unlike his usual self -
And then it hit Atobe.
“You’re only in love with yourself,” Yuushi had said.
There was a stunned silence as they stared at each other for a long moment. Atobe felt… dazed. Was that it? Did Yuushi do all of this…
So all Atobe would think about was Yuushi?
“Isn’t it better to concentrate on being angry at me than angry at yourself?” Yuushi’s voice was what broke the tension between them. Atobe looked up to see that crinkle in the other’s eye, and… that smug grin on Yuushi’s face was really quite unbearable. Atobe reached forward and pulled the other man to his feet, almost shaking with anger. “Why you - “
“I’m not straight,” Yuushi interrupted thoughtfully, with a crooked smirk etched on his face. “More of… bisexual, really.”
And then his lips were on Atobe’s and Atobe couldn’t quite remember how to think.
“I like this Atobe,” Yuushi said a few minutes after the best make-out session of Atobe’s life. “Speechlessness suits you. I suppose I have more of an effect on you than I thought. You must really be more in love with me than yourself.”
God, the man was completely out of it. Atobe attempted a glare… and failed. “You are an ass,” he muttered, but then they were kissing again.
“No, you are,” Yuushi retorted good-naturedly. “I can prove it.”
Death could come later, Atobe reasoned in his haze-addled mind. Sex first.