PoT Fic: "How Atobe Stole Seigaku's Virginity" 6/6 (PG-13) - Tezuka/Atobe
Title: "How Atobe Stole Seigaku's Virginity" 6/6 
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Atobe overall, also featuring Oishi/Kikumaru, Kawamura/Fuji, Inui/Kaidoh, Momoshiro/Echizen, Oshitari/Mukahi, & Shishido/Ohtori
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,562, for this chapter
Spoilers/Warnings: Crack, Atobe being a pimp, everyone being gratuitously gay.
Summary: Atobe is horrified to learn that Seigaku are all virgins and takes it upon himself to remedy this situation immediately. Out of the goodness of his heart, mind you, and not because he's trying to get into Tezuka's pants, at all. Tezuka is frightened...and a little turned on.
Disclaimer: No actual dinosaurs were harmed in the writing of this fic...because Tezuka already made them go extinct. :P
How Atobe Stole Seigaku’s Virginity
by Kantayra
Chapter Six - How Tezuka Lost His Virginity
Tezuka stormed into the Atobe mansion, unannounced, right in the middle of Atobe’s facial. It was dreadfully inconvenient. Atobe had scheduled for Tezuka to storm in unannounced after Atobe was finished with his daily beauty treatment, so that he would be looking his best for his furious guest. Tezuka always had a way of thwarting Atobe’s best-laid plans, however.
“Where are they?” Tezuka demanded in a barely-contained roar.
“Third floor guest bedroom, second on the right.” Atobe waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the back of the estate. “You’re welcome to try to get them out of there, but they’ve been at it all day. Something about some challenge or other.”
“I can’t believe you would resort to kidnapping,” Tezuka said disdainfully.
“I did no such thing,” Atobe insisted primly. “It was all Hiyoshi. If I’d known what he was doing, I would have stopped it, of course.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying. Hiyoshi still lacks class. I really do worry for Hyotei next year…”
“Atobe…” Tezuka growled.
“Yes?”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Tezuka demanded.
“I’d love to,” Atobe sighed, “but in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got cucumber slices on my eyelids and mud all over my face. You’ll have to settle for this.”
“Atobe?” Tezuka warned.
“Yes?”
“Take it off now.”
Tezuka’s voice rumbled, and the reverberations vibrated sympathetically against something deep inside Atobe. The feeling was exhilarating and set off all sorts of weird hormonal responses in Atobe’s body. Atobe, for the first time in his life, did exactly what he was told.
He snapped his fingers, and Kabaji quickly came over and interrupted his beauty treatment. Waves of emotion ebbed from Tezuka’s direction in the few moments it took him to clean off Atobe’s face.
“Leave us now,” Atobe requested. “And,” he added as an afterthought, “make sure no one interrupts us. No matter what odd noises they might hear.”
“Yes,” Kabaji left with a firm nod.
There was a heavy silence when he closed the door behind him.
And then: “Atobe!”
The very last of Tezuka’s control snapping was a terrifying thing. His face twisted into an unnatural snarl, and he lunged. Atobe barely managed to get his hands up in time to ward off the attack. Bottles of lotions, perfumes, and massage oil went flying in every direction, skittering across the cold marble floor. The recliner Atobe rested upon shook violently, and then one of the legs snapped, sending them both careening to the floor.
Tezuka landed on top. Wild eyes took in Atobe, flushed and disheveled, his lavender silk robe slipping back to reveal his perfectly-muscled body everywhere. It was a sight every sex-starved man dreamed of.
Atobe let out a scream as Tezuka sunk his teeth into Atobe’s collarbone, marking territory. Atobe’s perfectly-trimmed nails clawed at Tezuka’s clothing, and he was more than satisfied when he heard something tear. He bucked his hips wildly and managed to throw Tezuka off him and back onto the floor. Atobe tumbled after him, pinning him down with one hand and deftly unfastening Tezuka’s pants with the other.
“Y-You…” Tezuka growled, eyes flashing dangerously. “You are the most insufferable, arrogant…”
“Well, you,” Atobe complained with a satisfied exclamation when he finally succeeded in kicking Tezuka’s pants off, “are a humorless, rigid…”
Tezuka’s hand shot out, caught Atobe by the throat, and slammed him back down to the ground. “Infuriating!”
“Frigid!”
“Smug… Gah!” Tezuka couldn’t stand it anymore. His hand was still on Atobe’s throat, while Atobe kicked and struggled beneath him, and Tezuka really wanted to strangle Atobe just then. But, even more, he wanted to shut Atobe up for once.
The last instinct won out and, before Tezuka even realized what he was doing, his lips crashed down on Atobe’s, bruising and punishing.
Atobe’s hands clawed down Tezuka’s bare back, and he fought back with everything he had. He forced his tongue deep into Tezuka’s mouth, plundering and taking.
The rim of Tezuka’s glasses cut into Atobe’s right cheek just below the beauty mark. Neither of them noticed as they clashed.
“I’m going to…to…” Tezuka threatened breathlessly when he pulled away.
“What?” Atobe smirked up at him.
“I’ll show you!” Tezuka exclaimed. With a sudden burst of strength even Tezuka didn’t know he possessed, he lifted Atobe right off the ground.
Atobe’s legs wrapped around Tezuka’s waist instinctively, and Tezuka staggered over to the emperor-sized bed at the far side of the room. Tezuka had been a bit puzzled by the presence of that bed when he first arrived, but presumably rich people just had things like that in every room. Or at least Atobe seemed to.
Tezuka didn’t pay such matters any mind now, however. He flipped Atobe over, forced him face-down onto the mattress in front of him, and pulled the robe back off Atobe’s arms. Atobe tried to struggle, but with his face pressed into the bed like this, he couldn’t do much. Tezuka watched the muscles in Atobe’s ass flex as he squirmed.
Now, Tezuka was a virgin still. However, despite the laws of physics, nature, and just plain common sense, he knew he was going to be very, very good at sex. Even the first time. After all, he was Tezuka, and Tezuka was good at everything. It was a law even greater than physics, nature, and just plain common sense. Everyone knew that.
So Tezuka crawled atop Atobe’s naked body from behind and purred right in his ear. “Be awed,” he flipped open the bottle of massage oil that had conveniently landed right next to the bed, “at my prowess.”
Atobe shivered and was very awed, indeed.
***
For the next several hours, screams, moans, and crashes reverberated throughout the Atobe mansion. The servants continued to bustle about their daily routines as if this were perfectly ordinary.
“Isn’t it nice that Master Keigo’s found himself such a good friend?” the upstairs maid smiled to the housekeeper when they passed on the grand staircase.
At the same moment, Atobe’s screams of, “Harder, you bastard!” sounded in the background.
“That Tezuka boy seems so well-grounded,” the housekeeper agreed happily. “They should be very good for each other.”
“Yeah, yeah, take it!” Tezuka’s grunts shook the mansion.
A vibration not unlike an earthquake followed and, out in the greenhouse, the gardener swore as several pots shattered when they were knocked clear from their shelves. He just sighed wearily and rolled his eyes, though, as if to say, “Those Atobes and their orgies!” like it was an everyday occurrence.
Finally, there was an explosion, and a sound that couldn’t be anything other than the roars of dinosaurs going extinct echoed throughout the mansion.
In the third-floor guest bedroom, Momoshiro and Echizen paused for the first time all day.
“Uh…” Momoshiro began. “Was that…?”
“Yup,” Echizen sighed and rolled his eyes. “The captain did it again.”
Momoshiro snorted. “Hey, Echizen?”
“What?”
“If you want to be better than our captain, you still have lots to work on.”
Echizen glared at him and took that as another challenge.
***
“Mmm,” Atobe preened, stretched, and blinked up at the ceiling. He frowned slowly. “Hey, Tezuka?”
“Mmm, Atobe…” Tezuka nuzzled his neck affectionately.
“Are those your glasses hanging from the chandelier?”
Tezuka couldn’t really see that far without his glasses. Mostly, he could only see Atobe clearly. He looked anyway, though, and could make out a slightly darker blob amidst the light-ish blob of the chandelier. “Probably,” he agreed.
“Ah,” said Atobe. “Good.”
“It’s all your fault, you know,” Tezuka mumbled sleepily against Atobe’s cheek.
“Is it, now?” Atobe hummed in response.
“I don’t know how we’re ever going to pry Momoshiro and Echizen out of that bedroom,” Tezuka sighed.
“That is a problem,” Atobe conceded.
“Inui and Kaidoh, I’m pretty sure, have secretly gotten married. Even though it’s not legal. Kaidoh’s traditional that way, you know. And they won’t stop ‘endurance training,’ no matter how many times I yell at them.”
“Well, at least they’ll be shape for Nationals…”
“What about Fuji? Kawamura burned all his pants since he claims he can’t stand the sight of Fuji in them anymore. How is Fuji supposed to play in Nationals without pants?”
“Somehow, I think that if anyone could manage, it’s Fuji.”
“And Kikumaru’s had handcuff-shaped bruises on his wrists every day at practice now for two weeks straight! Oishi won’t even look at me.”
“Ha!” Atobe exclaimed smugly. “I always said it was the quiet ones…”
“Atobe, I’m serious,” Tezuka complained.
“You’re always serious,” Atobe pointed out.
“Was this all a plan to sabotage Seigaku at Nationals?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re evil and I hate you,” Tezuka grumped against his shoulder.
“I hate you, too,” Atobe assured him fervently.
“What am I going to do?”
“Well,” Atobe considered, “the way I see it, there’s really only one thing you can do…”
Tezuka eyed him suspiciously. “And what’s that?”
Atobe smirked. “Make sure that Hyotei’s captain is just as distracted as your team, so that we go into Nationals on even footing.”
“Atobe…” Tezuka growled in his best ‘you are the most frustrating person alive and I’m going to fuck you into submission’ voice.
“Mmm, Tezuka…” Atobe sighed contentedly. “What do you think we’ll make go extinct this time?”
And thus the rivalry between Seigaku and Hyotei was resolved…for the moment.
Thanks for reading, and feedback is love! There's also an epilogue up:
Epilogue - How Atobe Finally Let His Guard Down, Too
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Atobe overall, also featuring Oishi/Kikumaru, Kawamura/Fuji, Inui/Kaidoh, Momoshiro/Echizen, Oshitari/Mukahi, & Shishido/Ohtori
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,562, for this chapter
Spoilers/Warnings: Crack, Atobe being a pimp, everyone being gratuitously gay.
Summary: Atobe is horrified to learn that Seigaku are all virgins and takes it upon himself to remedy this situation immediately. Out of the goodness of his heart, mind you, and not because he's trying to get into Tezuka's pants, at all. Tezuka is frightened...and a little turned on.
Disclaimer: No actual dinosaurs were harmed in the writing of this fic...because Tezuka already made them go extinct. :P
How Atobe Stole Seigaku’s Virginity
by Kantayra
Chapter Six - How Tezuka Lost His Virginity
Tezuka stormed into the Atobe mansion, unannounced, right in the middle of Atobe’s facial. It was dreadfully inconvenient. Atobe had scheduled for Tezuka to storm in unannounced after Atobe was finished with his daily beauty treatment, so that he would be looking his best for his furious guest. Tezuka always had a way of thwarting Atobe’s best-laid plans, however.
“Where are they?” Tezuka demanded in a barely-contained roar.
“Third floor guest bedroom, second on the right.” Atobe waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the back of the estate. “You’re welcome to try to get them out of there, but they’ve been at it all day. Something about some challenge or other.”
“I can’t believe you would resort to kidnapping,” Tezuka said disdainfully.
“I did no such thing,” Atobe insisted primly. “It was all Hiyoshi. If I’d known what he was doing, I would have stopped it, of course.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying. Hiyoshi still lacks class. I really do worry for Hyotei next year…”
“Atobe…” Tezuka growled.
“Yes?”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Tezuka demanded.
“I’d love to,” Atobe sighed, “but in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got cucumber slices on my eyelids and mud all over my face. You’ll have to settle for this.”
“Atobe?” Tezuka warned.
“Yes?”
“Take it off now.”
Tezuka’s voice rumbled, and the reverberations vibrated sympathetically against something deep inside Atobe. The feeling was exhilarating and set off all sorts of weird hormonal responses in Atobe’s body. Atobe, for the first time in his life, did exactly what he was told.
He snapped his fingers, and Kabaji quickly came over and interrupted his beauty treatment. Waves of emotion ebbed from Tezuka’s direction in the few moments it took him to clean off Atobe’s face.
“Leave us now,” Atobe requested. “And,” he added as an afterthought, “make sure no one interrupts us. No matter what odd noises they might hear.”
“Yes,” Kabaji left with a firm nod.
There was a heavy silence when he closed the door behind him.
And then: “Atobe!”
The very last of Tezuka’s control snapping was a terrifying thing. His face twisted into an unnatural snarl, and he lunged. Atobe barely managed to get his hands up in time to ward off the attack. Bottles of lotions, perfumes, and massage oil went flying in every direction, skittering across the cold marble floor. The recliner Atobe rested upon shook violently, and then one of the legs snapped, sending them both careening to the floor.
Tezuka landed on top. Wild eyes took in Atobe, flushed and disheveled, his lavender silk robe slipping back to reveal his perfectly-muscled body everywhere. It was a sight every sex-starved man dreamed of.
Atobe let out a scream as Tezuka sunk his teeth into Atobe’s collarbone, marking territory. Atobe’s perfectly-trimmed nails clawed at Tezuka’s clothing, and he was more than satisfied when he heard something tear. He bucked his hips wildly and managed to throw Tezuka off him and back onto the floor. Atobe tumbled after him, pinning him down with one hand and deftly unfastening Tezuka’s pants with the other.
“Y-You…” Tezuka growled, eyes flashing dangerously. “You are the most insufferable, arrogant…”
“Well, you,” Atobe complained with a satisfied exclamation when he finally succeeded in kicking Tezuka’s pants off, “are a humorless, rigid…”
Tezuka’s hand shot out, caught Atobe by the throat, and slammed him back down to the ground. “Infuriating!”
“Frigid!”
“Smug… Gah!” Tezuka couldn’t stand it anymore. His hand was still on Atobe’s throat, while Atobe kicked and struggled beneath him, and Tezuka really wanted to strangle Atobe just then. But, even more, he wanted to shut Atobe up for once.
The last instinct won out and, before Tezuka even realized what he was doing, his lips crashed down on Atobe’s, bruising and punishing.
Atobe’s hands clawed down Tezuka’s bare back, and he fought back with everything he had. He forced his tongue deep into Tezuka’s mouth, plundering and taking.
The rim of Tezuka’s glasses cut into Atobe’s right cheek just below the beauty mark. Neither of them noticed as they clashed.
“I’m going to…to…” Tezuka threatened breathlessly when he pulled away.
“What?” Atobe smirked up at him.
“I’ll show you!” Tezuka exclaimed. With a sudden burst of strength even Tezuka didn’t know he possessed, he lifted Atobe right off the ground.
Atobe’s legs wrapped around Tezuka’s waist instinctively, and Tezuka staggered over to the emperor-sized bed at the far side of the room. Tezuka had been a bit puzzled by the presence of that bed when he first arrived, but presumably rich people just had things like that in every room. Or at least Atobe seemed to.
Tezuka didn’t pay such matters any mind now, however. He flipped Atobe over, forced him face-down onto the mattress in front of him, and pulled the robe back off Atobe’s arms. Atobe tried to struggle, but with his face pressed into the bed like this, he couldn’t do much. Tezuka watched the muscles in Atobe’s ass flex as he squirmed.
Now, Tezuka was a virgin still. However, despite the laws of physics, nature, and just plain common sense, he knew he was going to be very, very good at sex. Even the first time. After all, he was Tezuka, and Tezuka was good at everything. It was a law even greater than physics, nature, and just plain common sense. Everyone knew that.
So Tezuka crawled atop Atobe’s naked body from behind and purred right in his ear. “Be awed,” he flipped open the bottle of massage oil that had conveniently landed right next to the bed, “at my prowess.”
Atobe shivered and was very awed, indeed.
***
For the next several hours, screams, moans, and crashes reverberated throughout the Atobe mansion. The servants continued to bustle about their daily routines as if this were perfectly ordinary.
“Isn’t it nice that Master Keigo’s found himself such a good friend?” the upstairs maid smiled to the housekeeper when they passed on the grand staircase.
At the same moment, Atobe’s screams of, “Harder, you bastard!” sounded in the background.
“That Tezuka boy seems so well-grounded,” the housekeeper agreed happily. “They should be very good for each other.”
“Yeah, yeah, take it!” Tezuka’s grunts shook the mansion.
A vibration not unlike an earthquake followed and, out in the greenhouse, the gardener swore as several pots shattered when they were knocked clear from their shelves. He just sighed wearily and rolled his eyes, though, as if to say, “Those Atobes and their orgies!” like it was an everyday occurrence.
Finally, there was an explosion, and a sound that couldn’t be anything other than the roars of dinosaurs going extinct echoed throughout the mansion.
In the third-floor guest bedroom, Momoshiro and Echizen paused for the first time all day.
“Uh…” Momoshiro began. “Was that…?”
“Yup,” Echizen sighed and rolled his eyes. “The captain did it again.”
Momoshiro snorted. “Hey, Echizen?”
“What?”
“If you want to be better than our captain, you still have lots to work on.”
Echizen glared at him and took that as another challenge.
***
“Mmm,” Atobe preened, stretched, and blinked up at the ceiling. He frowned slowly. “Hey, Tezuka?”
“Mmm, Atobe…” Tezuka nuzzled his neck affectionately.
“Are those your glasses hanging from the chandelier?”
Tezuka couldn’t really see that far without his glasses. Mostly, he could only see Atobe clearly. He looked anyway, though, and could make out a slightly darker blob amidst the light-ish blob of the chandelier. “Probably,” he agreed.
“Ah,” said Atobe. “Good.”
“It’s all your fault, you know,” Tezuka mumbled sleepily against Atobe’s cheek.
“Is it, now?” Atobe hummed in response.
“I don’t know how we’re ever going to pry Momoshiro and Echizen out of that bedroom,” Tezuka sighed.
“That is a problem,” Atobe conceded.
“Inui and Kaidoh, I’m pretty sure, have secretly gotten married. Even though it’s not legal. Kaidoh’s traditional that way, you know. And they won’t stop ‘endurance training,’ no matter how many times I yell at them.”
“Well, at least they’ll be shape for Nationals…”
“What about Fuji? Kawamura burned all his pants since he claims he can’t stand the sight of Fuji in them anymore. How is Fuji supposed to play in Nationals without pants?”
“Somehow, I think that if anyone could manage, it’s Fuji.”
“And Kikumaru’s had handcuff-shaped bruises on his wrists every day at practice now for two weeks straight! Oishi won’t even look at me.”
“Ha!” Atobe exclaimed smugly. “I always said it was the quiet ones…”
“Atobe, I’m serious,” Tezuka complained.
“You’re always serious,” Atobe pointed out.
“Was this all a plan to sabotage Seigaku at Nationals?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re evil and I hate you,” Tezuka grumped against his shoulder.
“I hate you, too,” Atobe assured him fervently.
“What am I going to do?”
“Well,” Atobe considered, “the way I see it, there’s really only one thing you can do…”
Tezuka eyed him suspiciously. “And what’s that?”
Atobe smirked. “Make sure that Hyotei’s captain is just as distracted as your team, so that we go into Nationals on even footing.”
“Atobe…” Tezuka growled in his best ‘you are the most frustrating person alive and I’m going to fuck you into submission’ voice.
“Mmm, Tezuka…” Atobe sighed contentedly. “What do you think we’ll make go extinct this time?”
And thus the rivalry between Seigaku and Hyotei was resolved…for the moment.
Thanks for reading, and feedback is love! There's also an epilogue up:
Epilogue - How Atobe Finally Let His Guard Down, Too