[PoT]:: fanfiction.
Title: Best Intentions.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Oshitari Yuushi
Rating/Warning/Word count: Pg/None/300
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: Atobe plots romance during exams.
Notes: for drabble123 Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
Oshitari sighed wearily, head tipping back to examine his reflection in the mirrored ceiling of the elevator. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, lips chapped, hands ink stained, and no matter how many times he showered, the scent of formaldehyde clung to his hair, skin and clothes. He was neck deep in final exams, and lab work, the end of the quarter closing in rapidly around him. Atobe had been calling him frequently. Oshitari managed to put most of their plans on hold, until he read the most recent text from Atobe.
He checked his watch, making sure he was at least five minutes early when the elevator slid smoothly to a stop. The penthouse Atobe was renting while in university was lavish, Oshitari barely stifling a pleased moan as he toed out of his shoes, feet sinking into lush carpet.
"Atobe?" Oshitari called, placing the key in the bowl by the door, heading toward the kitchen. Confusion set in when there was no response. Frowning, he moved through the apartment, knowing Atobe was there. The other man’s shirt lay discarded over the back of an overstuffed armchair, a tie hung from a lampshade. Dark slacks lay crumpled on the floor in front of the bedroom door. Oshitari smirked, pushing the door open.
The room was lit by countless candles, crammed on top of every available flat surface. The flickering light made the shadows waver and dance. Atobe was sprawled across the bed, boxers low on his hips, limbs stretched out. He was snoring- loudly. Oshitari shut the door, moving quietly through the room, extinguishing the candles. He twisted out of his shirt, gently nudging Atobe over, crawling into bed with him.
Atobe groaned softly as he draped himself over Oshitari, nuzzling at him sleepily. "Missed you."
Title: Point of View.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Sanada Genichirou
Rating/Warning/Word count: Pg/none/300
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: Atobe wants to dance, Sanada thinks this is a bad idea
Notes: for drabble123 This is completely self-indulgent, I'm sorry. Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
"Absolutely not." Sanada scowled, his hand reaching to pull his hat down over his eyes, the scowl deepening when he realized it was already in Atobe’s possession. "It’s one thing for us to be seen at concerts together, but there is no way I’m doing that."
"There’s nothing wrong with it." Atobe said, sitting up as he watched Sanada pace the length of his bedroom. "It’s considered to be one of the most sensual things in the civilized world."
"I do not dance- especially in public." Sanada’s words were clipped, shoulders set in a straight line, back tense.
Atobe slid from the bed, approaching the other boy cautiously. "It’s not a dance, it’s seduction- the tango."
"Which is?"
"Now is not the time to get technical, Sanada." Atobe closed the distance between them. One hand grasped Sanada’s hand, placing it on his back. He pressed closer, linking their fingers together. "You did say you’d agree to my occasional indulgence." His lips brushed against Sanada’s jaw, taking pleasure in the way the other boy’s breathing hitched. Atobe’s hand rested at Sanada’s hip, gripping lightly.
Surprisingly, Sanada followed Atobe’s steps, hesitantly and a bit clumsy. Atobe refusing to wince when Sanada’s foot landed on his for the third time. He could feel the frustration roll off of the other boy.
"This isn’t working." Sanada’s voice was as tense as the rest of him.
"It’s fine." Atobe wrapped around him, nuzzling at Sanada’s chest. He could hear the other boy’s heart beating impossibly fast. "If you would just relax." Atobe leaned up, kissing Sanada’s mouth. "It’s not serious." Cautiously, he worked a leg between Sanada’s. Atobe rubbed his foot slowly along Sanada’s calf, rolling his hips lightly against the other boy’s- earning him a quiet gasp.
"Seduction." Atobe nodded with a cheeky grin.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Oshitari Yuushi
Rating/Warning/Word count: Pg/None/300
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: Atobe plots romance during exams.
Notes: for drabble123 Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
Oshitari sighed wearily, head tipping back to examine his reflection in the mirrored ceiling of the elevator. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, lips chapped, hands ink stained, and no matter how many times he showered, the scent of formaldehyde clung to his hair, skin and clothes. He was neck deep in final exams, and lab work, the end of the quarter closing in rapidly around him. Atobe had been calling him frequently. Oshitari managed to put most of their plans on hold, until he read the most recent text from Atobe.
He checked his watch, making sure he was at least five minutes early when the elevator slid smoothly to a stop. The penthouse Atobe was renting while in university was lavish, Oshitari barely stifling a pleased moan as he toed out of his shoes, feet sinking into lush carpet.
"Atobe?" Oshitari called, placing the key in the bowl by the door, heading toward the kitchen. Confusion set in when there was no response. Frowning, he moved through the apartment, knowing Atobe was there. The other man’s shirt lay discarded over the back of an overstuffed armchair, a tie hung from a lampshade. Dark slacks lay crumpled on the floor in front of the bedroom door. Oshitari smirked, pushing the door open.
The room was lit by countless candles, crammed on top of every available flat surface. The flickering light made the shadows waver and dance. Atobe was sprawled across the bed, boxers low on his hips, limbs stretched out. He was snoring- loudly. Oshitari shut the door, moving quietly through the room, extinguishing the candles. He twisted out of his shirt, gently nudging Atobe over, crawling into bed with him.
Atobe groaned softly as he draped himself over Oshitari, nuzzling at him sleepily. "Missed you."
Title: Point of View.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Sanada Genichirou
Rating/Warning/Word count: Pg/none/300
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: Atobe wants to dance, Sanada thinks this is a bad idea
Notes: for drabble123 This is completely self-indulgent, I'm sorry. Comments and con-crit are appreciated.
"Absolutely not." Sanada scowled, his hand reaching to pull his hat down over his eyes, the scowl deepening when he realized it was already in Atobe’s possession. "It’s one thing for us to be seen at concerts together, but there is no way I’m doing that."
"There’s nothing wrong with it." Atobe said, sitting up as he watched Sanada pace the length of his bedroom. "It’s considered to be one of the most sensual things in the civilized world."
"I do not dance- especially in public." Sanada’s words were clipped, shoulders set in a straight line, back tense.
Atobe slid from the bed, approaching the other boy cautiously. "It’s not a dance, it’s seduction- the tango."
"Which is?"
"Now is not the time to get technical, Sanada." Atobe closed the distance between them. One hand grasped Sanada’s hand, placing it on his back. He pressed closer, linking their fingers together. "You did say you’d agree to my occasional indulgence." His lips brushed against Sanada’s jaw, taking pleasure in the way the other boy’s breathing hitched. Atobe’s hand rested at Sanada’s hip, gripping lightly.
Surprisingly, Sanada followed Atobe’s steps, hesitantly and a bit clumsy. Atobe refusing to wince when Sanada’s foot landed on his for the third time. He could feel the frustration roll off of the other boy.
"This isn’t working." Sanada’s voice was as tense as the rest of him.
"It’s fine." Atobe wrapped around him, nuzzling at Sanada’s chest. He could hear the other boy’s heart beating impossibly fast. "If you would just relax." Atobe leaned up, kissing Sanada’s mouth. "It’s not serious." Cautiously, he worked a leg between Sanada’s. Atobe rubbed his foot slowly along Sanada’s calf, rolling his hips lightly against the other boy’s- earning him a quiet gasp.
"Seduction." Atobe nodded with a cheeky grin.