Ugh, I'm so full right now. I just ate so much black-eye peas, cabbage, collard greens, and cornbread that I will be a very rich girl in the coming year because of it. Bleh. Enjoy...
Warning: A very weird Tezuka ahead...like seriously he's a freakin weirdo and Atobe being called a queen too...you'll see. Oh yea, and Sakuno's there too so just be careful when reading.
Atobe opened his eyes and winced at the light that was flooding through the porthole of his cabin.
"Ore-sama…commands that the sun…go away." He groaned rolling over, coving his head with his arms and the covers as he did so.
"It's ten in the morning Atobe, you should get up already." Tezuka said poking his head out from the bathroom, a towel draped over his wet hair. Seeing that he gained no response from the other boy he walked over shook Atobe's shoulder. "Oi, get up."
"Ore-sama would rather lie here," He said reaching out and grabbing Tezuka's waist, and pulled him down. "With you Tezuka."
"Atobe this is no time for games, let me go." Tezuka said as he tried to push Atobe away.
"But Ore-sama commands this." Atobe whined strengthening his grip.
A small thump sounded on the door. Tezuka went slack, and turned his head towards the sound. Atobe viewed this as a moment to seize what he wanted. Without skipping a beat, he pushed Tezuka down onto the bed, pinning his arms above his head. His glasses now askew on his face. The fact that his hair was still wet from his recent shower did not help him any either. In Atobe's opinion, the lock made Tezuka look rather intoxicating just laying there. The robe that Tezuka was unfortunately wearing was half-undone from all his squirming and wiggling around he had done.
"Atobe, I said this isn't the time for this. Someone is outside the door." Tezuka hissed.
"Let them hear." the smirk on Atobe's face had a slight edge to it. He was fond of knowing that someone was listening in, but if that is how someone got their kicks then so be it, as long as they did not interrupt his business.
"Ato-"
"HUSBAND!" The door burst open with Sakuno on the other side. Her eyes widened at the erotic sight. The tangle of limbs and bed sheets was enough to make any normal girl die from blood loss, but no not Sakuno she was too tough for that.
"GET OFF OF MY HUSBAND YOU PERVERT!" She yelled running towards the bed.
"Ore-sama thinks that he has every right to look at this man half naked," Atobe pointed down at Tezuka, "since he is not your husband, but my wife-"
"I'm not your wife Atobe." Tezuka interjected.
"- and lover! He wants nothing to do with you, girl. You are just barely above half his height anyways, so what could you do for him, A-hn?" Atobe sneered raising an eyebrow at Sakuno, and crossed his arms over his chest.
Sakuno stood there shuffling her feet a bright blush on her face. "Ano…ugh…I-I" She stammered.
"Ore-sama is waiting for an answer." Atobe sighed tapping his right index finger on the upper part of his left arm.
Sakuno looked up at him, tears pushing their way to the surface. "Don't tell me you're going to cry now." Atobe wrinkled his nose. "How pathetic."
Something in Sakuno snapped at that point. Rushing forward she, pushed Atobe off the bed, causing him to tumble backwards onto the floor, upon landing hitting the back of his head onto the wall with a sickening crack. He slid down the wall sideways in a heap.
"Atobe!" Tezuka began crawling across the bed to see what the damage was only Sakuno grabbing his wrist stopped him midway.
"You are my husband," She said darkly.
"Sakuno-chan, I told you before, this will not work out at all." Tezuka replied fixing his askew glasses. "What you just did was highly uncalled for and-"
"I DON'T CARE!" Sakuno yelled cutting Tezuka's statement off. Tezuka flinched; he had never heard the girl yell like that before, especially with so much anger behind it. She tightened her hold on Tezuka's wrist, small bones and tendons began to shift and pop under the pressure.
"Sakuno-chan," Tezuka winced.
"I love you, Tezuka-sempai!" She yelled out.
Tezuka sighed placing his hand on his forehead. "Sakuno-chan, you barely know me, besides a few hours ago you were saying you loved Echizen."
"Echizen-kun was a mistake! He would never stay faithful to anyone. You Tezuka-sempai, you are the kind of guy that would stay with someone."
"If I would stay with someone and be faithful then why would I leave Atobe for you? Look at him." Tezuka pointed at Atobe's body on the ground. "Sakuno-chan what on earth makes you think I'd go out with a crazy person like you? Atobe is probably injured in some way from that blow to the head. Now let go of me."
"No, Atobe-san isn't the right person for you I am."
"What makes you think that?"
"First off, Atobe is a boy that's already wrong on so many levels. Second, he is a pompous jerk who does not know when to stop showing off. Third, he's no where near you equal!" Sakuno continued naming off Atobe's faults and was out of breath by the time she finished.
"Yes Sakuno-chan he is a boy, I don't see anything wrong with it. In addition, I am aware of him being pompous, flamboyant, overly confident, pretentious, and conceited, but did you ever think that I might like those things about him? Atobe is everything that I am not, which is the very reason I am attracted to him in the first place. Both of us are just as insane as the other, when our two insanities come together though, we can come up with very sane ideas." Tezuka explained pulling free from Sakuno's slack grip and rubbed his poor abused wrist.
"I heard it come from Tezuka-Buchou's room, do you think he's ok?" a voice came from the hallway.
"I'm no sure, I heard a thump in the walls and poked my head out of my room," answered another.
"I'm going to go over to his room and check it out, he may have hurt himself."
Tezuka frowned, just because he acted like an old man does not mean that he falls and hurts himself like one.
"Tezuka is everything ok? We heard some bumps and yelling." Oishi asked, sheepishly poking his head in the open door way.
"Everything is fine, just a misunderstanding. Oishi take Sakuno-chan back to her room please."
"Umm sure, come on Sakuno-chan let's go." Oishi hesitantly took Sakuno by the hand and tried to lead her out.
"NO! I want to stay here with Tezuka-sempai, I love him!"
"Sakuno-chan, I tried to be nice about this, but and how ever I can see that isn't going to work so I'll say this one and only once." Tezuka began taking a deep breath. "Get the hell out of my room you bat-shit crazy woman! I am gay; there is no two ways about it all right. Now go back to your room before I stuff you into a trunk and throw it over board myself, and watch you die within the dark crevices of the oceans black depths. In addition, I hope that when I do throw you over board, that the waters will start to creep in through the cracks of the lid and the hinges, and you slowly drown in the most horrifying way. Also I do believe that when this happens you will be thinking in the back of your mind between your screams of mercy that this is what you deserve for hurting Atobe in front me." Tezuka glared pushing Sakuno out the door with Oishi. "Good day to you Sakuno-chan."
"Tezuka-sempai…"
"I SAID GOOD DAY!" Tezuka slammed the door shut and locked it. Leaning up against it, he sighed and slid down the door.
"Ore-sama will say Tezuka that was a most impressive outburst from you." Atobe groaned from the floor on the other side of the bed. "I had no idea you felt that way about me." He lifted himself up so that Tezuka could see his face over the edge of the bed.
"You heard all of that?" Tezuka asked.
"Of course, who couldn't you said it loud enough for even the dead to hear." Atobe rubbed the back of his had and winced, "That girl has quite the aggressive push. Ore-sama could have cracked his skull open.
"Atobe." Tezuka said suddenly as he lifted himself up off the floor.
"Yes?"
"Get on the bed. Atobe gave a questioning look to Tezuka at the order.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me get on the bed now."
"What's with the ordering? I just hit my head on the wall Tezuka; you should be more compassionate to my pain. Besides, I should be telling you that, since you are so scantly dressed." Atobe lazily pointed at Tezuka's robe. "Ore-sama doesn't believe he's ever undressed you from a robe before, this could pose to be a very exciting encounter."
"What makes you think you're toping this time? I'll have you know that your privilege has been revoked at the moment." Atobe blanched at this prospect. "For you see, I'm not in the greatest of moods at the moment Atobe, so I don't feel like being on bottom."
This never really happened often, the roles rarely switched between the two of them. Atobe did not like it when this occurred, because his power in the situation was immediately taken away by Tezuka, who was a rather dominating person when he wished to be. Of course Atobe was not a very submissive person to just anyone, the only person being an incensed Tezuka.
Atobe quickly scrambled his way onto the bed and sat there cross-legged waiting patiently. Tezuka removed his glasses and placed them down on the table that was next to the door leading to the hallway.
"Ore-sama is waiting, Tezuka." Atobe drawled, stretching out onto the bed.
"Really?"
"Really really." Atobe replied rolling over onto his back, giving Tezuka an upside down smirk. Atobe closed his eyes and began speaking with very animated hand gestures. "You know that when Ore-sama has to be on bottom, that Ore-sama is not to be kept waiting, because you see your temper will-" Atobe's sentence was cut off by Tezuka's mouth. During Atobe's elaborate speech, Tezuka had become rather annoyed and had crawled up onto the bed, unbeknownst to the other who already occupied part of the space, and grabbed one of the rouge wrists and pulled Atobe up into the kiss, steadying Atobe with his free hand in the small of Atobe's back, effectively silencing the boy.
"With your infuriating speech patterns, I'm surprised I'm ever in a good mood." Tezuka deadpanned.
Atobe wrinkled his nose, "What is wrong with Ore-sama's speaking habits?"
"Nothing other than the fact that they make you sound arrogant, self-centered, and above all rude." Tezuka stated placing a kiss up Atobe's arm in between each of the offensive adjective.
"That is uncalled-for, Tezuka!" Atobe scoffed, "If anyone is being rude right now it's you. You should be reprimanding yourself for speaking to me that way."
"Oh I should?" Atobe nodded in response. "Well then…" Tezuka let go of Atobe and scooted to the edge of the bed crossing his right leg over his left, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at the door.
"Umm, Tezuka, Ore…I would like to know what it is that you are doing." Atobe asked picking himself up and sitting on his knees.
"I'm reprimanding myself, as per your request."
"Oh…" Atobe muttered. Waiting a few seconds he asked, "Are you done yet?"
"Almost." Tezuka replied before taking a deep breath and turned to Atobe. "Now I'm done."
"Oh alright." Atobe said before Tezuka pushed him down onto the bed. Atobe let out a gasp as Tezuka began kissing down to the nape of his neck. A blush crept up his cheeks and to the tops of his ears.
"Tezuka," He hissed once Tezuka began to bite on his left earlobe.
"Yes?" Tezuka replied in a low whisper next to his ear, as he wedged his knee in between Atobe's already spread legs.
"Do you think you're taking long enough?" Another gasp escaped Atobe's lips when Tezuka's knee grazed the inside of his right thigh.
"Why so hasty when we've only just started?" Tezuka rubbed his knee against Atobe's thigh again, "These things take time you know that Atobe."
"I do not wish for you to take your time, Tezuka, I am a busy man."
"We only have time to waste, isn't that what you told me last night?"
Atobe blushed as memories flooded back to him. How many times had it been last night? Six? Seven? He could not remember it was a lot he knew that.
Tezuka slipped his hands underneath Atobe's Pajama shirt making him flinch at the touch.
"That's hardly the point." He said. Tezuka's cold hand began to tickle his skin with light touches, which made him squirm. "Tezuka." Atobe whined.
"Alright, your wish is my command my queen." Atobe blushed at the embarrassing name. Tezuka only called him this during these intimate acts, and when he was on bottom. Also when Tezuka said this, was he about to really get down to business.
See what did I tell you? Tezuka is an effin' weirdo!
reviews are not effin' weird so please do write me one would you?
Now I'm going to act like a fatty fatty some more and go stuff my face!
until next time,
animeo
PS. ....mmm...cornbread is good....so is collards when they're cooked right!
