Disclaimer: I don't own Tenipuri.
A/N: First PoT story – blah, blah – Yaoi – blah, blah – same ol', same ol' :P Probably OOC-ness as well.
For the love of buchou.
"Tezuka …"
The Captain of Seigaku's tennis club kept his back turned to the owner of the voice, however an almost imperceptible nod signalled that he acknowledged the presence.
"Have I mentioned just how devilishly sexy you look right now?"
"Considering that we've exchanged approximately one word in conversation, that seems highly doubtful," he placed his jersey in the locker and turned to the other person, "Atobe."
"Now, now, Tezuka," Atobe sauntered over to him, a smirk playing on his lips and his hungry eyes roamed over Tezuka. A sudden glint signalling the dirty thought currently running through the Hyoutei Captain's head, "Ore-sama might be turned off by your nonchalant attitude and cold shoulder."
"Really?" Tezuka raised an eyebrow.
Atobe smirked as his face came inches from Tezuka's own, "No," he said shortly and slammed his lips against Tezuka's, catching the bespectacled teen by surprise. However, the shock didn't last long, before Tezuka returned the kiss with much passion and ferocity as he possessed on the court.
Tezuka circled his arms around Atobe's neck and pulled him closer, "Atobe," he gasped out between kisses, "Atobe …" he panted as he felt the light haired Captain's tongue wildly roaming within his mouth.
"Tezuka," he intensified the kiss as both their bodies slid down the wall, landing as a heap of orgies and sweat near the bottom. Atobe's hand reached for the front buttons of Tezuka's shirt, tearing them open with superhuman strength.
Beneath him, Tezuka moaned, feeling the cold fingers brush over his abdomen and chest. There was a fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach as Atobe's untamed hands reached down and began running up and down his waist. With his shirt torn open down front, there was nothing left to protect Tezuka's bare chest from Atobe's hands.
A flicker of a smirk passed through Atobe's face as he felt Tezuka's own hands furiously tugging at the buttons of his shirt. He moved his mouth downwards, much to the chagrin of an aroused Tezuka and began trailing his tongue along the curves of Tezuka's pale neck, stopping suddenly and biting down hard as if to mark Tezuka as his own.
Tezuka ran his fingers through Atobe's now ruffled hair and pulled his face closer to his bare neck.
Atobe was only willing to comply.
The both of them now lay completely on the floor with Atobe's half naked body on top of Tezuka's. The brown haired boy's shirt had been discarded to the side and he lay completely bare from the waist up.
Atobe was not quite satisfied there and his hands moved down to the elastic of Tezuka's pants, and would have succeded in removing it completely if the door hadn't suddenly opened.
Both their heads snapped up and looked at the intruder.
"Echizen …" Tezuka looked up to the shocked face of the genius first year, his mouth was agape and he looked like he was about to faint at any given moment, then at the dismayed expression on Atobe's face at being interrupted in their prime. The Seigaku Captain's cheeks were flushed from pleasure and he exhaled loudly, "Echizen, twenty laps around the court."
The still dazed boy just nodded his head slowly, and turned around robotically, walking away with equal rigidity.
Along the way, he ran into Momoshiro who was on the way to the clubroom to get changed, "Oi, Echizen," he raised his hand up in greeting, the usual smile on his face.
Ryoma passed by him without recognition and continued on. The scene of his Captain and Hyoutei's Captain molesting each other was, without a doubt, forever imprinted into his mind.
Momo just watched him go with confusion. Deciding that it was Echizen in question, he just shrugged it off and continued on his way. He got three feet within the door of the shed and stopped; there were moaning sounds coming from within. He looked over to the small window on the side and peeked in, careful to keep himself hidden from view.
What scene met his eyes wasn't something he would have expected in a million years; Tezuka-Buchou and … Atobe? His eyebrows shot to his hairline. This was definitely a once in a lifetime experience.
Momo continued his observation, noticing that Tezuka and Atobe obviously knew what they were doing. During the entire time, he couldn't help but think that Tezuka and Atobe did look extremely sexy doing it together, 'Can a human really do that without getting a cramp?' he raised an eyebrow.
All of a sudden, a plan came to mind and Momo grinned from ear to ear. He turned his attention to Ryoma who was attentively doing his laps. He stood up from the crouching position and stalked over to the younger boy, "Oi, Echizen. Want to play a game with me?"
End Part One.
First lemony scented story ...
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