PoT Fic: "How Atobe Stole Seigaku's Virginity" Epilogue (PG-13) - Tezuka/Atobe
Title: "How Atobe Stole Seigaku's Virginity" Epilogue 
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: 781, for this chapter; 11,818 overall.
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.
How Atobe Stole Seigaku’s Virginity
by Kantayra
Epilogue - How Atobe Finally Let His Guard Down, Too
It took three days of sex with Atobe in every conceivable place, position, and combination, before Tezuka finally returned to his usual stoic self.
“Come on,” Atobe complained and tried to pull Tezuka back into bed, “don’t be like that.”
“My team needs me,” Tezuka insisted. He contemplated his shirt in his hands; it had been ripped right down the middle.
“But, Tezuka-darling, I need you, too.”
Tezuka glared back at him.
Atobe smirked.
“After Nationals,” Tezuka informed him.
Atobe pouted. “You’re no fun at all.”
Tezuka grunted and gave up on trying to salvage his shirt. He pulled on his pants, instead.
“I will expect flowers, though,” Atobe informed him lazily from the bed. “Love letters. Presents.”
Tezuka re-grunted.
“After all, not everyone is so fortunate to have such a handsome and talented first lover. Really, Tezuka, you must show your full appreciation. Why, if I hadn’t done something, you probably would have ended up with some plain, dull, unworthy little schoolgirl.”
Tezuka may have had the emotional range of a doorpost, but he was always a gentleman. “I am,” he assured Atobe, “very appreciative.” He’d had Atobe only minutes earlier, but glancing back at his naked body, Tezuka wanted him all over again, like his thirst for Atobe would never be sated. Tezuka was strong, though, and pushed the temptation aside…for now.
“Hmm. Yes, well, I would have hated for your first time to be unmemorable.” Atobe rolled over so that his back was to Tezuka and settled in to sleep. “Seigaku’s captain finally got his cherry popped… I had to make it phenomenal.”
Something grated in the back of Tezuka’s mind, that emotion Atobe had claimed was jealousy once. Tezuka decided to believe Atobe on that. He was jealous. “Of course, your first must have been ‘phenomenal,’ too.” Tezuka couldn’t help but mock Atobe’s drawl.
Atobe sighed nostalgically. “Oh,” he agreed happily, “he was…”
“So I take it he was worthy of you,” Tezuka’s tone had turned downright snide.
“Mmm, yes,” Atobe agreed. “He was handsome, intelligent, amazing in bed… And, of course, a brilliant tennis player.”
“Of course,” Tezuka scowled. Something bitter twisted in his gut. It had been wonderful having Atobe as a lover, but he couldn’t delude himself that this was anything particularly extraordinary for Atobe. Everyone knew Hyotei players were the kinkiest. Hell, as soon as Tezuka left, Atobe probably had a dozen or so people on speed dial that would come take Tezuka’s place.
“I could spend the rest of my life satisfied with just him,” Atobe confessed softly.
Something like despair filled Tezuka’s chest at that. His mind instantly started running through the possibilities: Oshitari? Not quite on Atobe’s level. Yukimura? Unlikely. Fuji? No, of course not, he’d been a virgin. Tachibana? Given Atobe’s attitude towards Fudomine, no. Sanada? Tezuka paled. Oh god, it was Sanada, wasn’t it? Or maybe some Hyotei player from previous years who was in high school now…
Tezuka finally managed to gasp out, “Who?” Whoever it was, he was going to sick Fuji on them. He didn’t even care if that was evil.
“His name,” Atobe said fondly, “is Tezuka Kunimitsu.”
Tezuka Kunimitsu is so dead, Tezuka thought. And then blinked.
A beat.
“What?” Tezuka sputtered in disbelief.
“Don’t act so surprised, or I’ll be insulted,” Atobe huffed, still not looking at Tezuka.
Tezuka reached over and rolled Atobe onto his back. “Don’t toy with me.”
“I would never toy with you.”
Tezuka gave him an incredulous look.
“About this, I mean,” Atobe clarified.
“B-But…” Tezuka grasped the first scattered thought he could. “Everyone knows Hyotei has massive group orgies here every weekend!”
Atobe blinked up at him, puzzled. “I have no idea where you’re getting your information from, but…just, no.”
“You were incredible, though. How could you have been a virgin?” Tezuka demanded.
“Do you honestly think you’re the only one who’s immediately good at everything, despite the laws of physics, nature, and just plain common sense? And they call me egotistical…”
Tezuka gaped for one moment, before he came up with incontrovertible proof that Atobe was lying: “But you were the one so horrified that Seigaku were virgins in the first place!”
“Well…” Atobe’s eyes glanced off to the side in a way that was almost vulnerable. “I’ve been told,” he confessed softly, “that there’s nothing wrong with saving yourself for the right person.”
Tezuka’s breath caught in his throat.
“So?” Atobe demanded, meeting Tezuka’s gaze in a firm challenge, all confidence and bluster once again.
Tezuka took a deep breath and leaned in to press the gentlest kiss he could against Atobe’s cheek, right over his beauty mark. “No,” he agreed softly, “there isn’t.”
And that's all there is, whew! Thanks so much to everyone who's been reading and for all the lovely comments I've received. :D Honestly, I expected the reaction to this to be more along the lines of, "Oh, dear god, throw her into a mental asylum already," so all the feedback I've gotten has been a very sweet surprise. :P
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: 781, for this chapter; 11,818 overall.
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.
How Atobe Stole Seigaku’s Virginity
by Kantayra
Epilogue - How Atobe Finally Let His Guard Down, Too
It took three days of sex with Atobe in every conceivable place, position, and combination, before Tezuka finally returned to his usual stoic self.
“Come on,” Atobe complained and tried to pull Tezuka back into bed, “don’t be like that.”
“My team needs me,” Tezuka insisted. He contemplated his shirt in his hands; it had been ripped right down the middle.
“But, Tezuka-darling, I need you, too.”
Tezuka glared back at him.
Atobe smirked.
“After Nationals,” Tezuka informed him.
Atobe pouted. “You’re no fun at all.”
Tezuka grunted and gave up on trying to salvage his shirt. He pulled on his pants, instead.
“I will expect flowers, though,” Atobe informed him lazily from the bed. “Love letters. Presents.”
Tezuka re-grunted.
“After all, not everyone is so fortunate to have such a handsome and talented first lover. Really, Tezuka, you must show your full appreciation. Why, if I hadn’t done something, you probably would have ended up with some plain, dull, unworthy little schoolgirl.”
Tezuka may have had the emotional range of a doorpost, but he was always a gentleman. “I am,” he assured Atobe, “very appreciative.” He’d had Atobe only minutes earlier, but glancing back at his naked body, Tezuka wanted him all over again, like his thirst for Atobe would never be sated. Tezuka was strong, though, and pushed the temptation aside…for now.
“Hmm. Yes, well, I would have hated for your first time to be unmemorable.” Atobe rolled over so that his back was to Tezuka and settled in to sleep. “Seigaku’s captain finally got his cherry popped… I had to make it phenomenal.”
Something grated in the back of Tezuka’s mind, that emotion Atobe had claimed was jealousy once. Tezuka decided to believe Atobe on that. He was jealous. “Of course, your first must have been ‘phenomenal,’ too.” Tezuka couldn’t help but mock Atobe’s drawl.
Atobe sighed nostalgically. “Oh,” he agreed happily, “he was…”
“So I take it he was worthy of you,” Tezuka’s tone had turned downright snide.
“Mmm, yes,” Atobe agreed. “He was handsome, intelligent, amazing in bed… And, of course, a brilliant tennis player.”
“Of course,” Tezuka scowled. Something bitter twisted in his gut. It had been wonderful having Atobe as a lover, but he couldn’t delude himself that this was anything particularly extraordinary for Atobe. Everyone knew Hyotei players were the kinkiest. Hell, as soon as Tezuka left, Atobe probably had a dozen or so people on speed dial that would come take Tezuka’s place.
“I could spend the rest of my life satisfied with just him,” Atobe confessed softly.
Something like despair filled Tezuka’s chest at that. His mind instantly started running through the possibilities: Oshitari? Not quite on Atobe’s level. Yukimura? Unlikely. Fuji? No, of course not, he’d been a virgin. Tachibana? Given Atobe’s attitude towards Fudomine, no. Sanada? Tezuka paled. Oh god, it was Sanada, wasn’t it? Or maybe some Hyotei player from previous years who was in high school now…
Tezuka finally managed to gasp out, “Who?” Whoever it was, he was going to sick Fuji on them. He didn’t even care if that was evil.
“His name,” Atobe said fondly, “is Tezuka Kunimitsu.”
Tezuka Kunimitsu is so dead, Tezuka thought. And then blinked.
A beat.
“What?” Tezuka sputtered in disbelief.
“Don’t act so surprised, or I’ll be insulted,” Atobe huffed, still not looking at Tezuka.
Tezuka reached over and rolled Atobe onto his back. “Don’t toy with me.”
“I would never toy with you.”
Tezuka gave him an incredulous look.
“About this, I mean,” Atobe clarified.
“B-But…” Tezuka grasped the first scattered thought he could. “Everyone knows Hyotei has massive group orgies here every weekend!”
Atobe blinked up at him, puzzled. “I have no idea where you’re getting your information from, but…just, no.”
“You were incredible, though. How could you have been a virgin?” Tezuka demanded.
“Do you honestly think you’re the only one who’s immediately good at everything, despite the laws of physics, nature, and just plain common sense? And they call me egotistical…”
Tezuka gaped for one moment, before he came up with incontrovertible proof that Atobe was lying: “But you were the one so horrified that Seigaku were virgins in the first place!”
“Well…” Atobe’s eyes glanced off to the side in a way that was almost vulnerable. “I’ve been told,” he confessed softly, “that there’s nothing wrong with saving yourself for the right person.”
Tezuka’s breath caught in his throat.
“So?” Atobe demanded, meeting Tezuka’s gaze in a firm challenge, all confidence and bluster once again.
Tezuka took a deep breath and leaned in to press the gentlest kiss he could against Atobe’s cheek, right over his beauty mark. “No,” he agreed softly, “there isn’t.”
And that's all there is, whew! Thanks so much to everyone who's been reading and for all the lovely comments I've received. :D Honestly, I expected the reaction to this to be more along the lines of, "Oh, dear god, throw her into a mental asylum already," so all the feedback I've gotten has been a very sweet surprise. :P