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Flawed

Atobe Keigo, a name that everyone in Tokyo knew as the narcissist of the prestigious school of Hyoutei Gakuen and the richest person in all of Tokyo if not Japan. Everyone knew him just by name, respected him, flocked to him, and gave him everything he wanted.

Yet the only person that wouldn't even with persuasion or persistence was Tezuka Kunimitsu. His obsession and the only person that Atobe could ever consider perfect enough for him to love.

Leaning back against the leather seats of his rather large limo the self proclaimed 'Ore-sama' ran a hand through his silver hair in his usual manner. A confident smirk upon his lips, that determined look in his eyes, and the somehow cocky manner in which he sat with one leg over the other made him look as normal as ever.

Holding a glass out in his hand he lifted it to his lips to drink from its contents closing his eyes briefly as he did so. Yes Tezuka was the only one perfect enough to fit his standards and the past few days had left him obsessed over the other. Something that wouldn't do for the great Atobe didn't 'obsess' over anyone, people obsessed over him.

Love was a previously unknown feeling in his life so therefore he had yet to learn how it worked, to learn that the feeling he felt every time he saw the other was normal. That the way he could only look at Tezuka when he was around, only think about him when his thoughts drifted, and how he could only even dream of him was a part of love.

But yet the previous day was still clear in his mind especially the words that he had never heard before escape from Tezuka's lips. Drinking deeply from his glass and lowering it a few moments later his lips turned downwards slightly in a small frown. Only the bucho of Seigaku had ever said anything remotely like that to him, not even his own teammates had ever dared say something like that.

Strangely enough Atobe only wanted Tezuka that much more as well as he wanted to prove him wrong. There was no way that he wasn't perfect, hell he was flawless! And yet obviously Tezuka didn't think so and the bucho of Hyoutei found himself affected by that.

Patiently waiting for the limo to arrive at his destination Atobe leaned his head back slightly as he twirled his wrist in order to swirl around the contents of his glass. Lost in his thoughts there was nothing at all that would distract him from them unless of course it was Tezuka himself.

To the narcissist nothing less then perfection or flawlessness could be found within him ranging from his looks, personality, to even his speech. Absolutely nothing could be average or even so-so of that he made sure. Most of which accounted to his possessions such as clothing, the limo he was in, and his expansive mansion. It showed and it showed clearly that Atobe would settle for nothing other then what he found to be of highest quality.

Adjusting himself slightly upon the seat he placed the glass lightly down upon the place it belonged while steadily moving his gaze towards the window. They were tinted to where you could only see through them from the inside, an attempt at keeping people from looking inside, so that he could look out at his own leisure.

Feeling confident in himself once more the same confident smirk found its way onto his lips while his thoughts drifted to Tezuka once more. If one would ask what he was thinking about he wouldn't hesitate to describe just exactly what he was thinking; anything and everything about Tezuka.

Obsession was beginning to seem like an inadequate word though Atobe could not help but love Tezuka, think about him, and devote his time to planning on how to win him over. There 

was no doubt in his mind that the was meant to be with Tezuka, that he had to be with him, would be with him.

Ore-sama wanted it and he would get it and that was all there was to it.


Waiting for a servant to open the door Atobe took the time to run his finger though his hair once more, straighten his clothing, and widen his confident smirk even more then it already was. Eyes alight with confidence he stepped out of his limo and onto the sidewalk in front of the bucho of Seigaku's home.

Waving the limo away as he walked up to the front door Atobe was focused completely on his objective; making Tezuka see that he belonged with Atobe. He was deadest on staying until the other saw that it was true and agreed with it. Of course there was no doubt in his mind right now that it was true.

Raising a hand to knock against the door he waited semi patiently for someone to answer preferably Tezuka so he could get straight to the point. He wouldn't make the same mistakes as he had the other day, wouldn't simply taste Tezuka's lips and walk away defeated. Determination and pride drove him this time.

The door opening only a few moments after he had knocked revealed the entire reason he was here. Upon seeing who it was that had knocked the stoic bucho of Seigaku simply stared at him as if Atobe was any commoner off the street.

Vaguely annoyed by this though he didn't show it, how unlike Atobe it would be if he had, he simply nodded his head before speaking. "Tezuka," he said simply in greeting.

Tezuka nodded his head very slightly in return before saying the others name in his own greeting. "Atobe."

A very poor start a conversation Atobe was sure but he was far from deterred by it. Beginning again he decided to yet again get straight to the point. "Ore-sama demands that you stop denying him and accept his offer." Locking his eyes with the rival bucho Atobe held his normal air of utter cockiness.

Not even arching a brow at his words Tezuka merely remained silent which Atobe took as a sign for him to continue. "Tezuka is the only one Ore-sama wants and he will not be denied. No one has ever refused him before and he is all the more determined to have Tezuka."

This time the narcissist received a reaction from the other in the form of the door slamming in his face. Standing there blinking a few moments Atobe barely stopped himself from gaping which someone as flawless as Atobe just did not do.

Forming his lips into a frown he once more raised his hand to knock and did so a total of ten times until he was sure that Tezuka would once more open the door. When he did Atobe saw his usual stoic almost blank face and felt a spark of annoyance flare within him. Here he was trying to show Tezuka that they needed to be together and Tezuka didn't care!

Completely forgetting his earlier resolve to not make a repeat of yesterday Atobe took a step towards the other consequently making it so that he was halfway inside the doorway. "Ore-sama finds this ridiculous, unbefitting of Tezuka, and displeasing. He did not come all this way to have a repeat of yesterday."

Hardly stopping to think before he spoke the bucho of Hyoutei didn't much care right now if he sounded less then his usual self. Tezuka needed to know that this was ridiculous and that he loved him, needed him.

With yet another completely rash move he pulled the other towards him by his shirt and yet again pressed his lips against the others. Tasting the unique taste that was Tezuka he took it a step farther then the last time by forcing his tongue past the others lips and into his mouth.

Not caring if Tezuka wanted this or not right now he simply took his moment of tasting the other more fully before he pulled away just as suddenly as the day before. Turning on his heel and beginning to walk away for the second time he left Tezuka without another word.

Pulling out his cellphone from within his pocket he dialed in Oshitari's number as the previous confident smirk died completely from his lips. Waiting for the tensai to answer Atobe wasted not a moment before ordering him to pick him up and accompany him to his mansion. If he could not yet have Tezuka then Oshitari would do.


Once more upon his bed Atobe was this time joined by the tensai of Hyoute, Oshitari Yuushi who he had all but demanded stay with him. After yet another failure in making Tezuka his, the bucho needed to satisfy himself or rather his pride. Only Tezuka had ever refused him and constantly at that leaving his ever high amount of pride in shambles.

Currently his lips were against the tensai's pressed fiercely against them in a raw emotionless kiss. Still he could taste Tezuka and without a second thought he was imagining that it was him he was still kissing, Oshitari was only a substitute. His hands ripping off Oshitari's shirt as his own was unbuttoned and thrown aside he deepened the kiss the two of them knowing this was of need only.

Roughly they kissed, Atobe giving up control as he would for Tezuka, and Atobe's tongue soon pressed past his lips to be met by Oshitari's. Hands roaming on each others skin the kiss paused only when Atobe chose to stop it.

Looking at Oshitari while still imagining him to be Tezuka, Atobe voiced the thoughts he had as he was rejected yet again by Tezuka. "Why won't Tezuka be with Ore-sama? He is completely flawless and yet Tezuka won't see the benefits of being with him."

His statement meant by a cold gaze from the tensai it wasn't long before he received an answer. "Because your just as flawed as everyone else Atobe."


Sorry for taking such a long time to actually update this fic as well as decide to continue it. I've found that I actually liked how the first chapter came out so obviously I've decided to continue it. Also I apologize for the rather crappy bit of smut and the ending of this chapter as my brain has seemingly died right now. Rest assured that in later chapter there will be better as well as longer smut in them.