Oshitari spent half of the drive to Atobe's telling himself he wasn't excited at the prospect of seeing Atobe and after he failed at that, he spent the next half wondering what he'd actually do when he saw the newly crowned captain. The car pulled into the driveway in front of the Atobe estates and Oshitari, though he'd been there before, was once again impressed with the sheer size of it. He got out of the car before his driver could open the door. The driver got back into the car and drove off; he knew the drill; Oshitari would call when he wanted to be picked up.

Oshitari opened the double doors, not bothering to ring the bell. Atobe had told them all to spread the word to ring the bell, but Oshitari was late and besides, he knew where the spare key was because; Atobe had shown him where for some inexplicable reason. The same reason for which Oshitari's heart thumped steadily, a touch faster than usual.

He made his way to the sound of pop music and multicolored lights, which spilled from the door that was slightly a jar. He paused before entering and was overwhelmed by the catchy, loud music playing from the enormous speakers in the corner. A DJ was scratching and doing something that was utterly foreign to Oshitari but sounded good nonetheless.

He scanned the group, searching for a teammate but it was hard; a lot of people had come. He spied a familiar blue cap but it was immediately lost in the sea of heads and swaying bodies. Oshitari guessed that was fine; Ryo still had somewhat of an aversion to him.

"Yuushi! You're late!"

Oshitari turned quickly, glad at the familiar shout that was unmistakably Gakuto's.

"Sorry. Have you seen Kei-Atobe?" Oshitari yelled, trying to make himself heard over the noise.

Gakuto smiled in a mischievous way Oshitari did not like at all, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder and a warm puff of air right next to his ear as rich voice said, "Turn around."

Oshitari didn't react on the outside, though on the inside his stomach leapt. When he felt he could talk he said, "Nice party, Atobe."

"Thanks," Atobe spread his arms out in sweeping gesture, the dancing people around him avoiding the arms. "Want to dance? Gakuto, will you get us something? Yuushi, what'd you like?"

Gakuto made a mock salute.

"Ah, I'll just have water."

"I'll have the same, then."

"Two waters, coming right up sirs!"Gakuto cast Oshitari a look that said, Good luck with that. That, clearly referring to the already dancing Atobe. Oshitari was content just to watch the captain sway tantalizingly from side to side but then Atobe started doing a series of moves that clearly called for another person to participate. Pretending he wasn't happy to oblidge, Oshitari allowed Atobe to wrap an arm around his waist, the other around his neck. Oshitari felt soft lips caress his the curve of his ear as Atobe breathed, "Dance with me."

Atobe danced like he played tennis, all calculation and manipulation. A lot force and drive. Everything that Atobe benefited from in tennis would also help off court or in bed. Any future lover of Atobe Keigo would have to acknowledge his power and understand him. The person and the player, the boy and the young, and the that they were all one person. Would have to love and accept the amazing qualities of Atobe Keigo.

Shaking off thoughts of Atobe's potential future lover, Oshitari gritted his teeth and caught Atobe by the shoulders. Atobe kept dancing and Oshitari was pulled into embracing Atobe for a few short, precious seconds in which he felt the warmth of Atobe's toned body.

Atobe dipped his head to Oshitari's ear as he said in the same voice, "Kiss me."

More than willing, Oshitari turned his face to Atobe's.

"But not here," laughing, Atobe pulled his face away from Oshitari's in favor of leading them both to god knows where, Oshitari wouldn't have left for the world. They passed some of the regulars who threw confused and jealous looks at both of them respectively. But it didn't matter, Oshitari would learn, because they were both each other's. Oshitari saw Gakuto and mouthed the word 'later' at him. Gakuto saw the two of them were holding hands and the wide smirk on their captain's face and beamed at Oshitari, shooting him a thumps up sign.

Atobe lead them to a door, which he opened. He went in, waving for Oshitari to follow him. When he was in, Atobe shut the door behind him, before leaning on it. He gestured around the room, bare except for a bed, bedside table with a lamp on it. Oshitari tried not to stare at the bed and looked instead at Atobe. "It's a guest room that we hardly ever use. Still, I'm not really supposed to be here. I am supposedly hosting this party. I'm the captain, now." Atobe shrugged like he couldn't care less, but his dark blue eyes were serious and Oshitari wasn't fooled. That he was trying to seem at ease was Oshitari's guess. He watched in avid fascination as Atobe's lips moved and produced such a stirring sound.

"So, Yuushi, aren't you going to congratulate me?"

Oshitari imprisoned Atobe with two extended arms, his two hands on either sides of Atobe's head. "Yeah, Keigo, I am." This time, when Oshitari bent forward, Atobe eagerly opened his mouth to receive a kiss that was long past its expiration date but was hot anyway because Atobe was the captain of Hyoutei and Oshitari was the tensai who was determined to make them both fall in love.

Gakuto was still laughing when Ryo and Jiroh joined him a few minutes later. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Yuushi's into Atobe."

"Big deal. Is there anyone who's not?" snorted Ryo, dismissive. He'd long accepted that his relationship with Atobe would forever be a love-hate kind. As long as he got to see Atobe's shirt ride up a couple inches in their matches, he was fine.

"Did they go off to Atobe's room, then?" Jiroh asked, suppressing a sniffle. He knew he didn't have a chance with Atobe, but it had been okay since no one else had Atobe either. But now…It still hurt, but Jiroh knew it would be okay. Atobe was an awesome friend and would make an excellent captain.

"Mmmm, Keigo was looking a bit desperate. Perhaps a bathroom instead?" Gakuto snickered helpfully.

Jiroh shot him a look; Atobe Keigo never looked anything other than bored except when the situation warranted but sometimes, even then.

Ryo spoke aloud what they'd all been thinking, "It's about time."