Disclaimer: I don't own The Prince of Tennis.

Warnings: Yaoi, bad storyline...useless smut. Kind of.

A/N This is my first one-shot of 'The Tezuka!Uke Archives', yay! This is just going to be my housing for all my useless smut, smex etc with Tezuka as uke. I think that our dear Kuni-chan is HOT as uke...but there aren't many fics out there with him as uke, so I decided that I'd put in my little contributions and try to convert (mwahahaha) some other readers/writers into it.

This is the first one...but I don't think it very good/special, but I really wanted to get these things going so I just wrote what came into my head--with this as the result.

The Tezuka!Uke Archives

Useless

By squishy the jellyfish

Atobe enjoyed how Tezuka was still quite naïve and innocent when it came to sex. The usually stoic and dignified male became rather flustered when such matters arose. Okay…Atobe wasn't some sex-crazed whore, but he knew enough about sex to be the more knowledgeable one than Tezuka. And he liked that. Many a time when he and Tezuka were making out, the stoic male would hesitate or stall; knowing that all of it would soon build up to sex, which amused Atobe greatly. He supposed it was because that kind of emotion was reserved for only his magnificent self. Atobe sighed as he pulled away from kissing Tezuka. As much as he wanted to have 'it' with the younger male, he just couldn't find it in him. Tezuka was inexperienced and was still unprepared for such intercourse yet, so Atobe decided that for Tezuka, he could wait.

"W-what time is it?" Tezuka asked, getting up from Atobe's large bed, his face adorned with a red hue.

"In a hurry are we?" Atobe exclaimed playfully. "Though, I wouldn't have a clue why you would want to leave ore-sama's perfection for something of…lesser perfection."

Tezuka ignored the comment; seeking only the time. "What's the time?"

Atobe sighed as he got up languidly from the bed and checked his expensive--no less--wristwatch. "It's five-forty."

"I'm late," Tezuka said, grabbing his schoolbag from the floor. "I'll see you later. I'll call you after I get home."

Atobe nodded wordlessly, and after hearing the door close, he slumped back onto the bed, his arm over his eyes. God…it was getting harder and harder to ease away his erection, and soon, he wouldn't be able to at all. Tezuka was getting a little bolder each time they made out, and it was becoming increasingly clear to Atobe that it was bordering on painful to keep himself from jumping the younger boy. Atobe was beginning to dread Tezuka's phone call; the sound of his voice could throw Atobe the edge. He needed to relax, Atobe concluded as he got off his bed and walked over to his bookshelf--filled with many diverse ranges of books. He ran his index finger across a familiar spine and title and slipped it out. It read: 'Greek Mythology' on the cover and Atobe smiled with contentment. This was perfect, he always enjoyed these types of books but it never actually occurred to him 'why' but all he knew was that they were interesting; and not like the sap that Oshitari read all the time. He started his record player up, the enjoyable music of the composer Richard Wagner filling the large and glorious room as he sat down in his comfortable chair next to the player with his book.

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"Tadaima," Tezuka greeted politely as he entered the front door to his house.

"Okaeri, Kunimitsu," a kind old looking woman replied cheerfully as she walked towards her grandson. "How was your day?"

Tezuka slipped off his shoes and set them neatly beside the door, "Ah, good thank you. How was your day?" He bowed.

The woman smiled tenderly and she gave her grandson a kiss on his head. "You know the answer to that question Kunimitsu. It's boring; as usual."

Tezuka bared his family-only smile. He glanced around briefly and noted that his grandmother was the only one home. "Where's-"

"Your father's out on business with your mother, I think they went out for dinner, and your grandfather's teaching the late night shift of judo tonight," The woman explained, turning around to head back into the kitchen, motioning for Tezuka to follow. "Sorry, baby, but I've felt sluggish all day…so I think I'll go to bed. There's some left over sushi in the fridge, so help yourself, dear," she said sweetly before disappearing down the hall.

"Ah, sleep well," Tezuka said. He wasn't really that hungry, so he treaded upstairs to his bedroom and dropped his bag on the floor, closing the door behind him. He quickly drew the blinds and picked up the phone with the means of calling Atobe.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Keigo, it's Tezuka."

"Good, that means that your home safely."

Tezuka's cheeks reddened. "Ah…"

"…"

"What are you doing?" Tezuka asked, not quite sure what to say.

"Interested, ahn? Well…I was currently listening to some Wagner and reading some Greek Mythology."

"You like Greek Mythology?"

"Ah, you're not the only one who likes a bit of history, Kunimitsu."

Tezuka smiled.

"…Kunimitsu, what do you know of…sex?"

Tezuka felt himself freeze up.

Atobe chuckled. "Knew you wouldn't say anything."

"Hn…"

"Let's have it, sex that is…"

"Keigo, that…isn't it…a bit early?" Tezuka stuttered, his grip tightening on the phone.

"Every time we touch I want to do 'it' with you. You seem to have that affect on me."

Tezuka felt a lump forming in his throat. What did Atobe expect to say…to say to that?

"Do you want to?"

Tezuka cleared his throat. "I…Keigo, I…it's a little early don't you think?"

"Not at all," Atobe replied instantaneously.

"I…don't know."

"Afraid you'll get pregnant?"

Tezuka's brow twitched, "Keigo."

"Hmm?"

"Stop that nonsense."

Atobe chuckled again. "Okay, okay, Mister Grumpy."

"…"

"Do you know how to?"

"That's, I mean…I…"

"You don't, do you?"

"…No," Tezuka answered finally. "I…don't."

"Ore-sama shall meet you tomorrow after practice outside your school."

"Wait, Keigo-"

"Bye, Mitsu-chan!"

"Kei--!"

Beep, beep, beep, beep…

Tezuka hung the phone on the receiver. He was trembling. What was Atobe up to?

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"Keigo," Tezuka exclaimed when he walked out of the school gates and spotted a limo. Atobe stepped out of the car and grinned.

"Mitsu-chan! Hurry, hurry," he called happily/scarily, motioning to the limo. "Get in."

Tezuka sighed before approaching the car cautiously and getting inside. He took a seat on one side while Atobe occupied the other.

"I don't bite, Mitsu-chan," Atobe said suggestively.

Tezuka shifted in his seat awkwardly. "What's all this about? Our conversation yesterday…"

Atobe nodded, "Ore-sama will show you."

Tezuka blinked in disbelief. "What?"

Atobe smiled as the limo began its journey.

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(Kissing)

K-Keigo…

Spread your legs, Mitsu…yeah, good.

(Kissing. Yet again.)

Wait! That's-

(Sucking)

Keigo…

…

…

(Pop) Did you like that?

A-ah…

Good.

Ah! (Wet sounds…)

Relax, relax…it'll feel good soon, I just have to-

(Loud moan) KEIGO!

Heeh, I didn't think it'd be that easy.

(More moans)

Here comes the next finger…relax.

Nnnghnn--!

God Mitsu…you're so tight.

(Panting)

K-Keigo…ah!

(Shifting) Are you ready?

Ah.

Just tell me to stop if it gets unbearable, ahn?

…

(Creaking)

(Heavy breathing) Ah-a…ah…that…hurts.

Relax…

(Insistent creaking) Keigo…nnghnn!

Mitsu…(thrusting, bouncing sounds etc…)

(Panting and moans) Ah…ah! Nnn, ah!

M-Mitsu!

AH! (Loud moans)

Bad ending I know...but hey, I needed to start somewhere, right? RIGHT? Black cloud descends on squishy.

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