By: Tsuki
Pairing: Saeki/Atobe, slight Tezuka/Fuji Ryou/Atsushi
Disclaimers: One day, when I am rich enough to buy these characters, they shall be mine. D Until then, they belong to Konomi-san TT;; The sub-titles (as well as the title) are from the song "Lover Boy" by L'ArcenCiel.
Summary: Pure Valentine's Day fluff 3 Well…not fluff yet but it will reach fluff ;; Saeki gets dumped a few days before Valentine's Day. Fuji takes Saeki to a club to recuperate. And who else better to see at a club than the Sex God himself?
Notes: First of all, this is a very screwed up characterization of Saeki, but as many of you know, the series didn't go so in depth with his personality. Therefore, I can make him out how I want to. XP Second of all, this was meant to be a one-shot…but seeing as how it's going to be very long, plus, I ran out of time, the second chapter will…hopefully be up soon ;; And lastly, this is un-betaed…so don't kill me, ne? ;;
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i. i wake up burning
"I'm…I'm sorry, Saeki-kun."
"Oh…nah, don't worry about it. I'm perfectly fine," the silver-haired boy put on a plastic smile, waving his hand to reassure the other. He was expecting it…it was only a matter of time. After all, none of his relationships had ever lasted long. "By any chance, is it because of your brother?" Saeki faked a grin, nudging Ryou. To the question, Ryou merely turned his head, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.
"I'm…I'm sorry," Ryou apologized again.
"No, no. When we first started out, we didn't plan on this being a long-term thing anyways, ne?" Saeki smiled, trying to relieve the other. It's not that Saeki particularly favored flings…but it was just the way he was. He had always longed for a real relationship however. And he was hoping it was going to be with Ryou…but that hope has obviously been crushed.
"I…I have to go now…" Ryou said quietly, leaving Saeki to be alone with his thoughts. Probably going on a date with Atsushi.
ii. you're destroying me
"Come on, Kojirou-kun," the honey-haired tensai purred, tugging on Saeki's arm. "You knooow you want to go…"Fuji's attempts to convince the Rokkaku fukubuchou to go clubbing with him weren't very effective.
"I'll be fine," Saeki gritted his teeth at his childhood friend.
"Eeeh… You don't want to be lonely on Valentine's Day, do you? And it's coming up sooon…" Fuji pouted, prodding at a particularly sensitive piece of Saeki's mind. "You want to be in a real relationship too ne? This'll be the best place to meet people!"
At a club? Uh… Saeki didn't care to voice that thought aloud. Giving an exasperated sigh, Saeki gave in. Fuji sure was persistent; Saeki would probably never have any peace and quiet if he didn't agree. "Alright, alright…but only this once," Saeki smiled slightly, giving in to the other's whims.
iii. send me to the stars
Aah…such familiar territory. Before his longest lasting relationship (which happened to be 2 months with Ryou), Saeki could always be found in this type of environment. The air reeked of alcohol, sweat, and sex, and the whole club was filled with wildly dancing drunks. Not surprisingly, Saeki was always found in the center of the stage with his attractive build and experienced and provoking manner.
Saeki had arrived with one extra guest than he had originally planned. It probably made sense though…for Fuji to bring his boyfriend along, that is. After all, the silver-haired boy had had his chance with Fuji a while back, and that relationship, along with many others, didn't work out after two or three weeks. Fuji's found a better man now.
It just felt so…right to be back in his second home. As he was remembering the feel of clubbing, Saeki turned around to ask if the Seigaku buchou and tensai would like anything to drink, only to see that they were in the middle of the dance floor, one dancing around the other in slow, arousing movements and the other, standing as stiff as ever. The sight was pretty amusing actually…and how Fuji ever got Tezuka to this kind of place was a mystery unanswered.
Well…whatever. Saeki wasn't one to be possessive of his friend and follow him around like a first-timer at a club. Nope, he was a social butterfly, ready to meet all those willing to meet him. Saeki turned to the bartender, ordering a cosmopolitan, and before he knew it, he was out on the dance floor, freak dancing with anything that moved. It gave the Rokkaku boy a nice feeling to just dance to his drunken heart's content.
One of the reasons why Saeki had never been able to keep a relationship for so long was, frankly, because no one had kept his interest for that long. It was never love, just lust. And the dry sex he was currently participating in eased the worry of having to commit because once this was over, he'd never see this person again. This act was just two whores, if you will, looking to relieve their sexual frustration without the discomfort of having to be in a relationship.
Saeki couldn't even tell what he was doing anymore, much less recognize any features of his dance partner. His current drunken state blurred his vision immensely; he let his sense of touch take over, running his hands down his partner's side, a hand reaching to the front. Well…one thing he knew for sure now, his partner was a guy, not that he really minded, especially when the said partner stroked Saeki's hard-on with a curvaceous ass. A throaty, drawled-out moan escaped his full lips; his partner ceased the lustful sound with an unrestrained kiss, immediately thrusting his tongue into Saeki's mouth and tasting the alcohol that still lingered in his mouth. For a few minutes, two tongues battled and fought hard for dominance. Fuck, this guy was just as good as he was. And that was the last thought he had before he collapsed into some backroom in the club.
iv. show your love
Short and soft, silky strands…smooth, milky skin… Why couldn't he remember whom he had bedded? Maybe it was because of the pounding headache from his hangover or the fact that he didn't even know who he was with before they snuck into a backroom, but whoever he was, he sure was comfy enough to snuggle up to.
"Hnn…you're better than ore-sama expected…"
That voice...sounded really…familiar…
…
EHHH?
Saeki immediately straightened, hearing the godly voice from his partner. "A-Atobe-san?" Through his current state of shock, that was all the quick-eyed boy could manage to say. So they've never really talked…but they were both from renowned schools and have surely heard of each other.
"…Do I know you?"
Ok, maybe not. The fair-haired one sighed slightly to himself. Well, if the diva didn't recognize him, then it was probably better just to leave it at that. No point in bringing up more complications. "Ahn…no, I just recognized you since you're on TV all the time," Saeki made up an excuse, turning the other way. This sure is awkward.
"Chotto matte…you're…you're that fukubuchou from Rokkaku, na?" Atobe questioned, struggling a bit with his words from his lack of concentration. Apparently, Saeki wasn't the only one who was suffering from a major hangover. Hyoutei's buchou winced slightly from the throbbing headache. "Kami-sama…I'm not feeling well…" Almost instantly, Atobe's graceful hands clutched his stomach. Saeki sighed again, vexation quite obvious in the way he let out his breath; this was going to be troublesome…
v. looking for the blood
"Are you feeling any better?" Saeki asked, glancing at Atobe before resuming his search for a television channel that had anything appealing on. It had been close to an hour or so after the mauve-haired boy had emptied his system of alcohol down the toilet and taken a few aspirins for his hangover; he was sitting as far away from Saeki as possible, a look mixed between a glare and a pout plastered on his face.
"Not really." Though the answer was not exactly correct, the diva didn't think Saeki should be let off the hook so easily. As for the silver-haired boy, he didn't believe he should even be on the hook. After all, it wasn't his fault that Atobe got a hangover. He had one too, and he didn't see why he had to take care of the buchou. So he had been a little rough with the other during their sexcapade last night, but you couldn't really blame him for that… Anyone that sexy and vulnerable was just begging to be taken.
After passing each channel a grand total of eight times, Saeki turned the television off; whoever thought television could keep you entertained for the rest of your life probably had some mental problem. The fukubuchou got up from his spot and headed towards Atobe, planting arms on both sides of the diva's head before leaning in; it took all of his will power to keep from attacking those luscious, delectable lips, especially when Atobe didn't back off in the slightest. "So now what?"
He received a shrug for an answer. "I don't know, you tell me." There was a lapse in concentration for the cornered one; his eyes were too fixated on Saeki's lips, lips that tasted exceedingly delicious, lips that could pleasure to no end. Damnit, kiss me already. As much as he hated to admit it, those lips were addicting.
His silent pleas were apparently not heard when the Rokkaku boy pulled away without laying a finger on the other. He was, however, wearing a faint smirk, making Atobe's glare even fiercer.
"Ja," Atobe interrupted the mini staring contest they had unofficially started. "I don't see any point of me staying if there's nothing to talk about." The look in his eyes contradicted the words coming out of his mouth though. Oh there were things he wanted to do…so many things…
Stay…I want to see what more you can offer. "I agree." Seems like neither boys were willing to speak their minds today. "Have a cellphone? You can borrow mine to call a limo or something," Saeki leaned back on the couch, pulling out his cellphone and offering it to the other.
"What do you take me for? A commoner? Of course I have a cellphone." Atobe brushed away the fair-haired boy's offered cellphone and pulled his own out. He dialed a number and spoke rich demands to his chauffer, hanging up after a few minutes of brief talking. "My limo should be here soon," the diva announced to Saeki. The quick-eyed boy nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say a word. Atobe was starting to become aggravated at the lack of attention he was receiving; usually, he didn't even have to say more than two words to be showered in it. "I'll just wait outside then," Atobe mumbled and headed for the door.
"Oi, Atobe." Hmm? The fukubuchou pulled Atobe into a kiss, tongue slowly slipping into the Hyoutei student's mouth. This time, it wasn't a battle for dominance; it was more of a dance…a very sensuous dance. The diva's arms reached up for Saeki's neck, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. They finally got what they wanted.
vi. stay tonight til the night, next night
"See ya later, Atobe," Saeki smiled lazily as the other entered the limo. All in all, their time spent together wasn't bad…Saeki was beginning to grow fond of the Hyoutei buchou.
"Aah," Atobe nodded back before closing the door. Saeki was just the type of man that the diva liked.
You gently elicit from me, I'll go deep inside you.