Fire Burning
Atobe Keigo was a man with power, fame, intelligence, charisma, money, looks and a pride like none other. Falling for a non-existent trap was beyond pathetic. Tango Ficlet.
It was completely unthought-of. He was a man, for Pete's sake! Atobe Keigo was a man of high position, a respected member of society, the heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country! He had power, fame, intelligence, charisma, money, looks and a pride like none other. Falling for a non-existent trap was beyond pathetic.
And yet, he could not help it. Every time the Hyoutei captain caught a glimpse of, or hear the smallest ghost of a rumor about the Rikkai Dai vice-captain, a tank-full of fuel would be thrown to the fire in the pit of his stomach. The fire would burn madly inside him, sending the raging flames on a field trip across his whole body. The fiery red passion would smolder him alive, barely leaving any trace of ashes to be swept away by the wind. Every time Atobe saw Sanada, his heart beat in an endless pace; butterflies fluttered around wildly in his stomach. He could not help but want to trace his fingers along those toned, rock-hard abs; want to feel the muscles rippling under his touch. He could not help but want to trail his lips down that chiseled jaw; want to run his fingers through those dark, silky locks of hair—
—NO! No, no, no, no, NO!
He could not understand how, why, or even when he had fallen for that trap. All he knew was that this . . . this whatever it was could not continue. For the sake of his family, his name, and for his own good, this . . . feeling could not progress any further. If he ever subjected to this . . . desire, let his emotions get the better of him, he would be burying himself in disgrace, dishonor and eternal humiliation. This was not socially accepted by his peers—he would become the laughing-stock of the entire country. He would be throwing away every blessing he was given, everything he had worked so hard to achieve. He would suffer.
"Atobe? What are you doing here?"
Yet, he could not help it. The thirst was . . . impossible to satisfy. The fire just—
"Ahn~! Sanada Genichirou, the King challenges you to a match. Do you accept?"
—smoldered.
My first attempt at yaoi. Review?