A/N: I'm trying at shounen-ai right now and I don't know if I did a great job so on with it and read XD
Disclaimer: I don't own TeniPuri so don't sue me for using the characters.
The sun is still up high at Hyotei Gakuen. The blistering heat and the steady pounding of tennis balls as they hit the racket reassures their buchou that the Regulars are all practicing their own respective matches but Hyotei Gakuen is not all of normality. Practicing normally can't be used if the Hyotei Gakuen is involved. Practicing came from a different norm. Atobe sighed as he watched his players' crazy antics.
Gakuto is an inch closer in biting and ripping Shishido's head. Shishido, however, is almost going to lung in front of Gakuto and tearing him into small shreds. Thank heavens; Oshitari Yuushi has his arms on the small red head's waist. Ohtori Choutaro is gripping both of Shishido's arms. Atobe looked at Hiyoshi and Taki who are sitting calmly in the bench, fortunately.
"Ore-sama orders you to run 20 laps, Mukahi and Shishido!" The diva shouted over the boys, distracting them from strangling each other's neck in the process, "You are disrupting practice, nah Kabaji?"
"Usu," the large second year replied.
To say Atobe is annoyed is an understatement. His narcoleptic lover is missing practice and more likely sleeping the day somewhere in the grounds of the school. And his teammates are doing nothing to cease the growing irritation in his head. He hasn't seen Jirou since morning, for crying out loud.
"Kei-chan!" A hyper-active voice broke Atobe from his trance and as expected, a certain strawberry blonde is running towards him, waving a piece of paper furiously in his hands. Said narcoleptic thrusts the paper in Atobe's hands.
The said paper in the shorter boy's hands, Atobe quickly figured, is Jirou's homework from his Art Class. It is the drawing about on who is your dream family and Jirou draw the Tennis Regulars in a very scrawny and childish way.
If it isn't Jirou who drew the image, Atobe would have released a hissy fit on how his drawing isn't as glorious and perfect such as himself. But since it's Jirou who have drawn the image, Atobe can't help but wonder how much he saw his image with a smiling curly strawberry blonde with a stick body—presumably Jirou—holding hands with him. And it certainly didn't help that the figures all had an arrow and their huge name is scrawled messily beside it.
"Kei-chan, do you like my drawing?" Jirou asked chirpily to the silver-haired in front of him. Atobe, in return, nods.
"This is for Kei-chan," the narcoleptic said gleefully and thrusts the paper in Atobe's hand.
Surely, the drawing isn't as fancy as the priceless originals at Atobe's manor. The drawing would never stood a chance against the collector's items in his home but the drawing will certainly be hanged in his room where he will always see it.
"Kei-chan, do you want to end practice early today?" Jirou asked innocently at his boyfriend. Atobe looked flabbergasted for a moment and looked suspiciously at the blonde.
"Why would Ore-sama do that?" he asked, an elegant eyebrow rising in mistrust.
Jirou smiled sheepishly at him and scratch the back on neck. He continued to fidget and shifted on his feet until, "Well… I want to spend time with Kei-chan and there is this newly opened shop I always wanted to go to where they sell sweets and the department store has a sale for nice pillows today."
"That's it?" Atobe inquired, "Ore-sama can just send maids and butlers to that menial task for you and practice tennis today. No need to trouble yourself."
"Hmph," Jirou said while looking away from Atobe, "Kei-chan doesn't understand the fact that I'm doing this so we can enjoy," he uttered with a light huff.
"Ore-sama is just being considerate that you practice tennis than do such petty things."
"PETTY?" Jirou asked in disbelief. He didn't just call those things petty.
The Regulars all watch in amusement as the bickering continues in front of them, with a smirk planted on their faces. They watch their buchou and Jirou exchanged remarks but they knew who will win anyway.
"Ore-sama orders you to start running your laps now, Jirou," the heir commanded haughtily.
Jirou, however, is still glaring at Atobe for calling those things petty and not accompanying him on his trip outside. The sun is really pretty but the day is turning gloomier by every passing second for one Akutagawa.
"Kei-chan," Jirou complained at him, "Accompany me, please."
"Ore-sama said no so it is no," Atobe declared firmly at the boy.
He sent him puppy-dog eyes but since Atobe is so unyielding on his resolve, the act didn't work and left Jirou slumped.
"Fine," the strawberry blonde huffed in irritation, "I am not going to talk to you again." He all but shouted it at the heir's face. Atobe looked irritated and pained at the same moment. The thought of Jirou not going to talk to him just because of some trivial matters.
"Jirou," Atobe said slowly and tad bit menacingly at him, "Laps. Now."
Jirou looked like he is going to just drag his boyfriend and get on with it. But a sudden light bulb moment and the boy's face brighten up.
As cliché as it may sound, Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Jirou's lips puckered a little bit. Rising in the corners with a teasin grin. A hint of mischief is playing on his eyes as he gazed at Atobe. He licked his lips suggestively at him. Jirou walked a little closer to Atobe with his petite hips swaying seductively which is a feast to Atobe's eyes. Jirou eyed him hungrily and lustily whilst Atobe returned it with the same look.
"Kei-chan, would you like to accompany me?" Jirou moaned and purred at Atobe who looked like he is in between of lavishing Jirou right then and there or just walk away and ordered the boy additional laps.
Jirou isn't finish though. He made contact with the Atobe's skin and his small hips are now touching Atobe's clothes. Jirou threw his arms at the still-shocked-and-smitten Atobe's neck. He gave a quick peck at the heir's sensitive neck that will surely leave a kiss mark visible even when fully clothed.
Jirou hoisted himself so he is leaning in Atobe's ear. He gently nipped it and whispered heavily but still managed to sound so innocent, "Keigo, I'm just going to take a quick visit there and that new and famous carousel ride at the mall so please accompany me."
Everyone knew that when Jirou started calling Atobe with his first name and not Kei-chan, it is doomed that Atobe will succumb sooner or later. The Regulars are still smirking smugly at the show before them.
"And Keigo," he breathed in Atobe's ear, "I can always ride you later."
Atobe gulped, his throat is dry and he can feel his heart beating fast, as well as his body heating up.
"Fine," he muttered dejectedly but somewhat lustily before Jirou jumped from him.
Jirou's face broke into a huge triumphant grin, "Yatta!" Jirou shouted victoriously.
"Can you carry me on your back, Kei-chan," Jirou asked him innocently again.
Of course, Atobe relented and let the narcoleptic climb on his back as they made their way outside the courts. The non-regulars stay out of their way. It is also a known fact in Hyoutei to not meddle with the students' personal lives.
"I love you, Kei-chan," Jirou murmured lowly at Atobe and he can't help but smile himself.
As they exited the courts and out from hearing range, whispers and gossips started to echo in the courts, the loudest of them all is the Regulars' talking.
"Jirou-senpai just gekkokyoujo-ed Atobe-buchou," Hiyoshi said silently.
"Atobe-san is nice today, isn't he?" Choutaro said at his teammates. Shishido and Gakuto snorted while Yuushi smirked.
"As if," Shishido grunted at his doubles partner.
"Atobe is just whipped, you say," Gakuto leered at them. The Regulars find it amusing and funny because their egotistical captain is wrapped all over Akutagawa Jirou's small fingers.
Yuushi just smirked at them…
…Because even if THE Atobe Keigo is the 'King' of Hyoutei, sitting proudly at the 200-member tennis club, there is always someone higher than him. Say, a certain narcoleptic strawberry blonde whose expertise is serve and volley.
Besides, nobody told that Kings can't be whipped.
A/N: How's that for my first chapter? This will just be a somewhat collection of one-shots (or maybe two-shot) of how the greatest tennis players are all whipped by their lovers. Since I love ADORABLE Pair, I put them in the story. I will also include PERFECT Pair and ALPHA Pair because we all know that they should be totally canon. This is arranged randomly and not how much I love the pairing (that question is even harder than my Algebra homework).
You can suggest a pairing you want and let's see if I can wing it in. I love DIRTY Pair but I doubt either of them are whip and so does PLATINUM Pair. Suggestions on how you want the semes to looked like and what the ukes will do to them are all welcome.
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