PoT Fic: "How Atobe Stole Seigaku's Virginity" 2/6 (PG-13) - Oishi/Kikumaru, Oshitari/Mukahi
Title: "How Atobe Stole Seigaku's Virginity" 2/6 
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oishi/Kikumaru & Oshitari/Mukahi, this chapter. Tezuka/Atobe overall, also featuring Kawamura/Fuji, Inui/Kaidoh, Momoshiro/Echizen, & Shishido/Ohtori
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,811, 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.
How Atobe Stole Seigaku’s Virginity
by Kantayra
Chapter Two - How Oishi and Kikumaru Lost Their Virginity
When Atobe said that he would take care of Seigaku’s little problem, what he actually meant was that he’d make his team do all the work for him. It was surprisingly easy to convince them to do this.
“I don’t see why we have to help that Kikumaru guy,” Mukahi sulked.
“He beat you, and he’s a virgin,” Atobe drawled, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Mukahi’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me?”
“This is pointless,” Oshitari insisted. “We should be prepping for Nationals.”
“You were beaten,” Atobe repeated slowly, “by a pair of virgins.”
Oshitari flushed slightly.
“Imagine if that little fact got out.” Atobe pondered. “Really, would you ever be able to live it down?”
Oshitari glared at him.
“Your only hope is to make them not virgins before anyone else finds out. Be glad Tezuka came to me with this problem first.”
Oshitari sighed in defeat. “What do you want us to do?”
Atobe grinned.
***
“Did Tezuka seem troubled to you today?” Oishi asked as he and Kikumaru walked home after practice.
“Hmm,” Kikumaru scratched his chin. “Well, he did tell us not to let our guards down more than usual.”
“Especially around Hyotei.” Oishi repeated with a frown. “What do you suppose that meant?”
In answer to Oishi’s question, at that moment they turned the corner onto Kikumaru’s street, only to find Oshitari and Mukahi lounging against the wall outside Kikumaru’s house. Oishi and Kikumaru froze mid-step.
“Uh, Oishi? What are they doing here?” Kikumaru asked nervously.
“I have no clue,” Oishi admitted, a little nervous himself.
As they waffled, Mukahi noticed them standing by the corner and nudged Oshitari in the ribs. Oshitari looked up, and Oishi would have sworn that a demonic light possessed his glasses for an instant.
“Should we run?” Kikumaru breathed.
“Hey,” Oshitari hailed them calmly, “Seigaku.”
Oishi and Kikumaru exchanged a glance and headed for the Hyotei pair.
“This is my house.” Kikumaru scratched his head. “What are you two doing here, huh?”
Mukahi sneered at him like he was an absolute idiot. “Looking for you, obviously,” he huffed.
Kikumaru laughed nervously.
“Ah, imagine that,” Oishi tried to smile. “Was there something you wanted?”
The light flashed off Oshitari’s glasses again. “Play a match with us,” he demanded.
“Why?” Kikumaru shot back.
“Because we said so,” Mukahi glared at him.
“Well, maybe I don’t want to play you,” Kikumaru glared back.
“What? Are you scared?” Mukahi shot back.
“You should be the one scared.” Kikumaru stuck his tongue out. “I beat you just fine last time, and I didn’t even have Oishi then.”
Oishi blushed slightly. “Uh…Eiji?” Tezuka’s perpetual warning about letting their guards down was admittedly a bit vague, but Oishi was pretty sure that playing a spontaneous match with one of Hyotei’s doubles pairs qualified.
“Come on, Oishi,” Kikumaru grabbed his arm. “We’ll show these two what the Golden Pair is made of.”
“I don’t think…” Oishi was wavering.
Oshitari scoffed at the strategic moment. “I see the rest of Seigaku is even more of a failure than its captain.”
Oishi’s eyes hardened. “Fine. Let’s do it.” He stalked in the direction of the street courts, Kikumaru right on his heels.
“Heh,” Mukahi gave Oshitari a thumbs up sign, “good one.”
“So predictable,” Oshitari agreed.
***
The score was 2-1 in Hyotei’s favor when Mukahi decided to drop the metaphorical bomb.
Oishi served, Mukahi flipped to the side to let Oshitari return, Kikumaru dove for the backhand, and then Mukahi caught him going the other way with a killer drop shot. Kikumaru pushed himself up off the ground with his hands and glared at Mukahi.
Mukahi had already turned his back on Kikumaru to approach Oshitari. “Nice return,” he said and shoved his tongue down Oshitari’s throat.
He heard choking sounds behind him from Kikumaru and at the same time felt Oshitari’s lips curve against his in a smirk.
“I think we got them,” Oshitari whispered against Mukahi’s cheek when they pulled apart.
Mukahi strutted back into position with a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin on his face.
“Y-You just…!” Kikumaru was pointing at him with his racket and sputtering. Back at the baseline, Oishi’s entire face had turned red.
“15-all,” Mukahi said simply. “Oishi to serve.”
Oishi shook his head, took a deep breath, and faulted.
Mukahi grinned. “Come on, now. Let’s see the famous Golden Pair in action!”
Kikumaru growled, and Oishi’s eyes narrowed. Oishi’s next serve swept right past Oshitari.
“30-15,” Kikumaru said smugly.
“It’s all right,” Mukahi informed Oshitari. “I still love you.”
Kikumaru started coughing again.
“Can we just play?” Oishi requested.
Mukahi blew him a kiss.
Oishi’s next serve was slow. Mukahi caught it with a nice cross, and Kikumaru had to do a fancy little spin in mid-air to catch it behind him. Mukahi countered, Oishi caught the long volley just barely, and - before Kikumaru had time to react - Oshitari stormed in and took the point with a killer smash.
“30-all,” Mukahi twirled his racket. “Nice,” he offered to Oshitari.
Oshitari smirked at him, grabbed him by the waist, and sucked on his throat. Mukahi peeked out of the corner of his eye to see Kikumaru gaping at them.
“Hey, hey!” Kikumaru exclaimed. “Cut that out!”
“But doesn’t my partner deserve his reward for a point well-played?” Mukahi retorted huskily. Oshitari really did have a remarkably talented tongue.
“That’s not how you’re supposed to play doubles!” Kikumaru insisted.
And Mukahi went it for the kill. “Are you serious?” He fixed Kikumaru with a disgusted glare, one hand on his hip. “You don’t reward each other at all? God, no wonder you suck…”
Oishi and Kikumaru exchanged anxious looks at this. “What are you talking about?” Oishi demanded.
“It’s the basic rule of doubles,” Oshitari looked down at him with disdain. “I can’t believe you two didn’t know that.”
Oishi was visibly flustered now. “I’ve read plenty of books on doubles theory, but none of them has ever mentioned-”
Oshitari snorted. “Not in books, of course. They can’t print that sort of thing, you know.”
“But all the great doubles teams do it,” Mukahi added. “No wonder Seigaku’s always sucked in doubles: all theory and no experience.”
Oishi was looking downright disturbed. “But…I…”
“Let’s just play,” Oshitari said impatiently.
Kikumaru gave Oishi a worried look. “Oi, Oishi, do you think we should try it?”
Mukahi fought his snicker.
Oishi hesitated. “I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right…”
“Unsynchronized and vanilla,” Mukahi teased.
“Ignore them, Oishi,” Kikumaru insisted. “We can beat them anyway.”
Oshitari made note that, as a psychological attack, this was actually quite effective. Oishi bungled the next two serves, and Hyotei took the game.
“3-1,” Oshitari announced and took his serve.
Across the court, Kikumaru’s face hardened. He returned the serve with a vicious slice. Mukahi flipped back to counter, Kikumaru hit a cross right past Mukahi, and Oshitari caught it with a long shot to the baseline. Oishi hadn’t moved once so far this point, but suddenly he snapped to, dragged his racket low on the ground, and…
Oshitari intentionally kept himself a half-step too late and missed the moon volley. “Love-15,” he conceded and eagerly awaited the reaction from their opponents.
Oishi and Kikumaru exchanged an embarrassed, awkward look, before Kikumaru set his shoulders squarely, smiled, and said, “Nice volley.”
“Ah, thanks,” Oishi blushed.
Kikumaru nodded to himself once, for courage no doubt, and walked up to Oishi. He hesitated for a moment and then nervously placed a quick peck on Oishi’s lips. Oishi’s face turned beet red, and a goofy grin lit up his entire face.
Mukahi was now snickering behind his hand.
“Come on, Oishi!” Kikumaru said cheerfully. “Let’s beat them!”
“Yeah…” Oishi sighed, still wearing that stupidly besotted smile.
Oshitari took the next two points because, even though he had to lose, he didn’t want to lose too badly. Plus, it put even more pressure on Seigaku. By the time Oshitari finally gave Oishi his opening, Oishi looked downright desperate to earn himself another kiss.
It was an impressive return. Oshitari wasn’t entirely sure he could have gotten it, even if he’d been trying his hardest.
“Yay, Oishi!” Kikumaru bounded over to his partner and wrapped his arms around him. “Here’s your reward.”
Mukahi and Oshitari stood by and watched as the Golden Pair made it to second base.
“You know,” Mukahi said sullenly, “they’re actually quite good.”
“Yeah,” Oshitari agreed.
“I don’t think we need to throw any more points. They should do just fine, anyway…”
Oshitari’s eyes hardened. “Yeah,” he agreed more decisively. Atobe’s games were always fun, but Oshitari wanted a real match against these two.
“Let’s do it,” Mukahi agreed.
The game was so on.
By the time it was 3-all, Oishi had a very prominent bulge in his shorts.
At 4-3, Kikumaru had an answering bulge.
At 5-4, Oshitari caught some rather elicit grinding going on.
After 6-6, Oishi’s hand mysteriously vanished down Kikumaru’s pants for a good two minutes.
And then, finally, with the tie-breaker match point, Kikumaru leapt into Oishi’s arms, and the two of them proceeded to ignore their defeated opponents for roughly the next twenty minutes.
“We’re not going to get any thanks for this, are we?” Mukahi bitched.
“Maybe Atobe will let us use the pool house tonight,” Oshitari suggested. His own shorts were rather uncomfortable after that match.
“Hmm,” Mukahi purred in a sultry voice and stroked one finger down the center of Oshitari’s chest.
“Hey, Seigaku,” Oshitari called out. “We’re off to…review the game.” He choked a little when Mukahi’s hand palmed his ass.
“Huh?” Oishi came up for air and looked bewildered to discover that something existed in the world besides his doubles partner.
“You know,” Mukahi winked. “Our coordination was off, so we have to work on it.”
Oishi and Kikumaru blinked at them.
“Don’t you know you can’t get in real synch with your partner until you’ve been inside each other?” Oshitari scorned them. He slid an arm around Mukahi’s waist, and they headed off together.
“We’ll be all synched up to beat you at Nationals!” was Mukahi’s parting taunt.
Oishi and Kikumaru slowly turned to look at each other…and blushed.
“Oi-Oishi?” Kikumaru stuttered.
“I-I think we…” Oishi was stuttering, too.
Kikumaru plunged on bravely. “I think we should,” he insisted. “For the good of our tennis!”
“Oh, um, absolutely right,” Oishi agreed. “For…tennis.”
Kikumaru grinned. Oishi grinned dopily back. And much buttsex was had by all.
***
Back at his mansion, Atobe checked the Golden Pair off his list. And then put a pillow over his head to try to block out the absolute racket Oshitari and Mukahi were making such that it could be heard all the way from the pool house. Atobe made a mental note never to ask those two for a favor again.
All comments are adored (but not as much as Atobe).
Chapter Three - How Kawamura and Fuji Lost Their Virginity
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oishi/Kikumaru & Oshitari/Mukahi, this chapter. Tezuka/Atobe overall, also featuring Kawamura/Fuji, Inui/Kaidoh, Momoshiro/Echizen, & Shishido/Ohtori
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,811, 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.
How Atobe Stole Seigaku’s Virginity
by Kantayra
Chapter Two - How Oishi and Kikumaru Lost Their Virginity
When Atobe said that he would take care of Seigaku’s little problem, what he actually meant was that he’d make his team do all the work for him. It was surprisingly easy to convince them to do this.
“I don’t see why we have to help that Kikumaru guy,” Mukahi sulked.
“He beat you, and he’s a virgin,” Atobe drawled, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Mukahi’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me?”
“This is pointless,” Oshitari insisted. “We should be prepping for Nationals.”
“You were beaten,” Atobe repeated slowly, “by a pair of virgins.”
Oshitari flushed slightly.
“Imagine if that little fact got out.” Atobe pondered. “Really, would you ever be able to live it down?”
Oshitari glared at him.
“Your only hope is to make them not virgins before anyone else finds out. Be glad Tezuka came to me with this problem first.”
Oshitari sighed in defeat. “What do you want us to do?”
Atobe grinned.
***
“Did Tezuka seem troubled to you today?” Oishi asked as he and Kikumaru walked home after practice.
“Hmm,” Kikumaru scratched his chin. “Well, he did tell us not to let our guards down more than usual.”
“Especially around Hyotei.” Oishi repeated with a frown. “What do you suppose that meant?”
In answer to Oishi’s question, at that moment they turned the corner onto Kikumaru’s street, only to find Oshitari and Mukahi lounging against the wall outside Kikumaru’s house. Oishi and Kikumaru froze mid-step.
“Uh, Oishi? What are they doing here?” Kikumaru asked nervously.
“I have no clue,” Oishi admitted, a little nervous himself.
As they waffled, Mukahi noticed them standing by the corner and nudged Oshitari in the ribs. Oshitari looked up, and Oishi would have sworn that a demonic light possessed his glasses for an instant.
“Should we run?” Kikumaru breathed.
“Hey,” Oshitari hailed them calmly, “Seigaku.”
Oishi and Kikumaru exchanged a glance and headed for the Hyotei pair.
“This is my house.” Kikumaru scratched his head. “What are you two doing here, huh?”
Mukahi sneered at him like he was an absolute idiot. “Looking for you, obviously,” he huffed.
Kikumaru laughed nervously.
“Ah, imagine that,” Oishi tried to smile. “Was there something you wanted?”
The light flashed off Oshitari’s glasses again. “Play a match with us,” he demanded.
“Why?” Kikumaru shot back.
“Because we said so,” Mukahi glared at him.
“Well, maybe I don’t want to play you,” Kikumaru glared back.
“What? Are you scared?” Mukahi shot back.
“You should be the one scared.” Kikumaru stuck his tongue out. “I beat you just fine last time, and I didn’t even have Oishi then.”
Oishi blushed slightly. “Uh…Eiji?” Tezuka’s perpetual warning about letting their guards down was admittedly a bit vague, but Oishi was pretty sure that playing a spontaneous match with one of Hyotei’s doubles pairs qualified.
“Come on, Oishi,” Kikumaru grabbed his arm. “We’ll show these two what the Golden Pair is made of.”
“I don’t think…” Oishi was wavering.
Oshitari scoffed at the strategic moment. “I see the rest of Seigaku is even more of a failure than its captain.”
Oishi’s eyes hardened. “Fine. Let’s do it.” He stalked in the direction of the street courts, Kikumaru right on his heels.
“Heh,” Mukahi gave Oshitari a thumbs up sign, “good one.”
“So predictable,” Oshitari agreed.
***
The score was 2-1 in Hyotei’s favor when Mukahi decided to drop the metaphorical bomb.
Oishi served, Mukahi flipped to the side to let Oshitari return, Kikumaru dove for the backhand, and then Mukahi caught him going the other way with a killer drop shot. Kikumaru pushed himself up off the ground with his hands and glared at Mukahi.
Mukahi had already turned his back on Kikumaru to approach Oshitari. “Nice return,” he said and shoved his tongue down Oshitari’s throat.
He heard choking sounds behind him from Kikumaru and at the same time felt Oshitari’s lips curve against his in a smirk.
“I think we got them,” Oshitari whispered against Mukahi’s cheek when they pulled apart.
Mukahi strutted back into position with a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin on his face.
“Y-You just…!” Kikumaru was pointing at him with his racket and sputtering. Back at the baseline, Oishi’s entire face had turned red.
“15-all,” Mukahi said simply. “Oishi to serve.”
Oishi shook his head, took a deep breath, and faulted.
Mukahi grinned. “Come on, now. Let’s see the famous Golden Pair in action!”
Kikumaru growled, and Oishi’s eyes narrowed. Oishi’s next serve swept right past Oshitari.
“30-15,” Kikumaru said smugly.
“It’s all right,” Mukahi informed Oshitari. “I still love you.”
Kikumaru started coughing again.
“Can we just play?” Oishi requested.
Mukahi blew him a kiss.
Oishi’s next serve was slow. Mukahi caught it with a nice cross, and Kikumaru had to do a fancy little spin in mid-air to catch it behind him. Mukahi countered, Oishi caught the long volley just barely, and - before Kikumaru had time to react - Oshitari stormed in and took the point with a killer smash.
“30-all,” Mukahi twirled his racket. “Nice,” he offered to Oshitari.
Oshitari smirked at him, grabbed him by the waist, and sucked on his throat. Mukahi peeked out of the corner of his eye to see Kikumaru gaping at them.
“Hey, hey!” Kikumaru exclaimed. “Cut that out!”
“But doesn’t my partner deserve his reward for a point well-played?” Mukahi retorted huskily. Oshitari really did have a remarkably talented tongue.
“That’s not how you’re supposed to play doubles!” Kikumaru insisted.
And Mukahi went it for the kill. “Are you serious?” He fixed Kikumaru with a disgusted glare, one hand on his hip. “You don’t reward each other at all? God, no wonder you suck…”
Oishi and Kikumaru exchanged anxious looks at this. “What are you talking about?” Oishi demanded.
“It’s the basic rule of doubles,” Oshitari looked down at him with disdain. “I can’t believe you two didn’t know that.”
Oishi was visibly flustered now. “I’ve read plenty of books on doubles theory, but none of them has ever mentioned-”
Oshitari snorted. “Not in books, of course. They can’t print that sort of thing, you know.”
“But all the great doubles teams do it,” Mukahi added. “No wonder Seigaku’s always sucked in doubles: all theory and no experience.”
Oishi was looking downright disturbed. “But…I…”
“Let’s just play,” Oshitari said impatiently.
Kikumaru gave Oishi a worried look. “Oi, Oishi, do you think we should try it?”
Mukahi fought his snicker.
Oishi hesitated. “I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right…”
“Unsynchronized and vanilla,” Mukahi teased.
“Ignore them, Oishi,” Kikumaru insisted. “We can beat them anyway.”
Oshitari made note that, as a psychological attack, this was actually quite effective. Oishi bungled the next two serves, and Hyotei took the game.
“3-1,” Oshitari announced and took his serve.
Across the court, Kikumaru’s face hardened. He returned the serve with a vicious slice. Mukahi flipped back to counter, Kikumaru hit a cross right past Mukahi, and Oshitari caught it with a long shot to the baseline. Oishi hadn’t moved once so far this point, but suddenly he snapped to, dragged his racket low on the ground, and…
Oshitari intentionally kept himself a half-step too late and missed the moon volley. “Love-15,” he conceded and eagerly awaited the reaction from their opponents.
Oishi and Kikumaru exchanged an embarrassed, awkward look, before Kikumaru set his shoulders squarely, smiled, and said, “Nice volley.”
“Ah, thanks,” Oishi blushed.
Kikumaru nodded to himself once, for courage no doubt, and walked up to Oishi. He hesitated for a moment and then nervously placed a quick peck on Oishi’s lips. Oishi’s face turned beet red, and a goofy grin lit up his entire face.
Mukahi was now snickering behind his hand.
“Come on, Oishi!” Kikumaru said cheerfully. “Let’s beat them!”
“Yeah…” Oishi sighed, still wearing that stupidly besotted smile.
Oshitari took the next two points because, even though he had to lose, he didn’t want to lose too badly. Plus, it put even more pressure on Seigaku. By the time Oshitari finally gave Oishi his opening, Oishi looked downright desperate to earn himself another kiss.
It was an impressive return. Oshitari wasn’t entirely sure he could have gotten it, even if he’d been trying his hardest.
“Yay, Oishi!” Kikumaru bounded over to his partner and wrapped his arms around him. “Here’s your reward.”
Mukahi and Oshitari stood by and watched as the Golden Pair made it to second base.
“You know,” Mukahi said sullenly, “they’re actually quite good.”
“Yeah,” Oshitari agreed.
“I don’t think we need to throw any more points. They should do just fine, anyway…”
Oshitari’s eyes hardened. “Yeah,” he agreed more decisively. Atobe’s games were always fun, but Oshitari wanted a real match against these two.
“Let’s do it,” Mukahi agreed.
The game was so on.
By the time it was 3-all, Oishi had a very prominent bulge in his shorts.
At 4-3, Kikumaru had an answering bulge.
At 5-4, Oshitari caught some rather elicit grinding going on.
After 6-6, Oishi’s hand mysteriously vanished down Kikumaru’s pants for a good two minutes.
And then, finally, with the tie-breaker match point, Kikumaru leapt into Oishi’s arms, and the two of them proceeded to ignore their defeated opponents for roughly the next twenty minutes.
“We’re not going to get any thanks for this, are we?” Mukahi bitched.
“Maybe Atobe will let us use the pool house tonight,” Oshitari suggested. His own shorts were rather uncomfortable after that match.
“Hmm,” Mukahi purred in a sultry voice and stroked one finger down the center of Oshitari’s chest.
“Hey, Seigaku,” Oshitari called out. “We’re off to…review the game.” He choked a little when Mukahi’s hand palmed his ass.
“Huh?” Oishi came up for air and looked bewildered to discover that something existed in the world besides his doubles partner.
“You know,” Mukahi winked. “Our coordination was off, so we have to work on it.”
Oishi and Kikumaru blinked at them.
“Don’t you know you can’t get in real synch with your partner until you’ve been inside each other?” Oshitari scorned them. He slid an arm around Mukahi’s waist, and they headed off together.
“We’ll be all synched up to beat you at Nationals!” was Mukahi’s parting taunt.
Oishi and Kikumaru slowly turned to look at each other…and blushed.
“Oi-Oishi?” Kikumaru stuttered.
“I-I think we…” Oishi was stuttering, too.
Kikumaru plunged on bravely. “I think we should,” he insisted. “For the good of our tennis!”
“Oh, um, absolutely right,” Oishi agreed. “For…tennis.”
Kikumaru grinned. Oishi grinned dopily back. And much buttsex was had by all.
***
Back at his mansion, Atobe checked the Golden Pair off his list. And then put a pillow over his head to try to block out the absolute racket Oshitari and Mukahi were making such that it could be heard all the way from the pool house. Atobe made a mental note never to ask those two for a favor again.
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Chapter Three - How Kawamura and Fuji Lost Their Virginity