Disclaimer: I don't recall ever claiming my ownership of Prince of Tennis in the past 24 chapters and today is not any different.
Seiichi was sore. Really really sore.
Then again, what had he expected from three rounds of mind-blowing sex the previous night?
They had done it on the bed, then went in the shower but ended up doing it again. When they returned to the room to pick up, they had began playfully fighting over who cleans up. They somehow ended up wrestling on the bed in compromising positions, so Seiichi had let Genichirou make love to him again.
Really, it had been great. They were so exhausted that they had fallen asleep right after that third round without cleaning up. But that morning had been a nightmare.
The two had woken up all sticky in their own cum and sweat. Seiichi soon discovered that he couldn't sit properly and even walking gave him trouble. Genichirou had repeatedly apologized for making Seiichi bleed, for hurting the bluenette and for making Seiichi unbelievably sore.
They cleaned up as best as they could, hurrying because they had morning practice. Unfortunately, Seiichi's mother had returned and was already up, insisting they eat breakfast. She shot Genichirou dirty looks when she saw her son sitting awkwardly on the side of the chair. Genichirou had only looked down at his piece of toast without saying a word. They had left the house in a rush after that.
Now here they were at morning practice. And it was living hell for Seiichi. Not that it wasn't worth it, but his behind really did hurt. He cringed with each step, walking really awkwardly and crooked, his legs really apart.
The worst thing was that Seiichi and Genichirou had been late. The captain and vice-captain of the Rikkai tennis team, the ones with perfect attendance, had both arrived late. They were no exception to the punishments: They had to run laps. Seiichi thought he would die for how raw his ass felt.
After that brutal morning practice, they changed in the locker rooms to get ready for class. Yanagi stopped Seiichi and Genichirou before they could leave.
"Seiichi, would you like some pain relief medicine?" asked Yanagi, holding out a small pill for Seiichi.
Seiichi gave a small smile and Genichirou's eyes widened.
"Is it that obvious?" asked the bluenette, taking the medicine and swallowing it.
"I'm afraid so. At least try to make it look like a leg limp so others won't ask questions. The way you ran made it look like you had just gotten pelvic surgery." said the data master. "Still, congratulations to you both. Especially you, Genichirou, on getting past your fears."
Genichirou grumbled.
"Also…" Yanagi began. He put his head close to the two lovers. "Have you two showered at all since you've done it?"
"Ah… no." said Seiichi sheepishly. He guessed they did smell. And having sex on a soaked bed after having sex in the shower probably hadn't helped.
"Well, classes start soon so you do not have time to wash right now. Hopefully you'll be able to disguise the smell as sweat from morning practice." With that said, Yanagi walked passed them and out of the room.
Once they were all alone, Genichirou gently put his hand on Seiichi's lower back. "Sorry Seiichi. If I had known you would be this sore…"
Seiichi leaned up and kissed his lover sweetly. "No Genichirou. Even if I would have been in excruciating pain for a week, last night was worth it." said the bluenette. "Do… do you regret it?"
"No! Of course not. Last night was… it was so amazing." said Genichirou, lacking the right words to describe it. Remembering last night was like seeing a different part of himself. Once they had gotten into it, there were no more doubts, no more talking. They were just two lusty animals instinctively having sex, just doing what felt good. It had been a million times better than the first time they had make love.
"Yeah, for me too." said Seiichi. "I'm glad you finally got over your worries. I know you were very nervous yesterday at the beginning. Now, is there anything else you are worried about, or are unsure about?"
"Hmm… I don't think so." said Genichirou. He just now realized that, no, he was not afraid of anything anymore. Genichirou had made love to Seiichi and satisfied the bluenette. They had seen all of each other. Seiichi still loved him even after everything. Genichirou gave a dazzling smile to Seiichi, leaning down and kissing the bluenette keenly. "No, Seiichi. I'm not nervous at all anymore. I love touching you, knowing I make you feel good." Seiichi returned the smile. "Seiichi, thank you."
"So we can do it more often now?" asked Seiichi.
"Of course. Anytime." said Genichirou. "And I'm sorry for worrying so much and making a big deal out of everything." Genichirou remembered back when he had been disgusted at the simple thought of a blowjob. "I guess, I just automatically freak out and feel concern for you. Just like I always have."
Seiichi chuckled. "I know. Remember back in elementary school? Whenever I played a match, you were chewing your nails and shaking harder than anyone. I think you were more nervous for my matches than I was."
"Or…" Genichirou locked hands with his lover. "When you were in the hospital with that illness. I couldn't sleep at night knowing you were in pain. I visited you everyday because I was afraid you would vanish. Especially during your surgery… I couldn't focus on the match against that Seigaku brat and lost. I guess… my worrying does bring me trouble."
"Genichirou, I am very happy that you care for me. Don't apologize for your concern. The fact that you worry about me proves that you really do love me."
"Have you ever even doubted that I loved you?" asked Genichirou.
"Never." Seiichi kissed him again.
A few more misfortunes befell Seiichi that day. They mostly involved having to sit in class with an aching behind.
For one, Niou sat next to Seiichi in history class. A few seconds after sitting down, the trickster had looked strangely at Seiichi, leaned his head in and sniffed at the air close to Seiichi. Niou took a long look at the odd way Seiichi sat on the edge of the chair. After that the trickster broke into a huge grin.
"Captain~ You smell like my room does after Yagyuu and I have a long round of intense sex." cooed Niou.
Seiichi glared at the trickster. "Niou, if you say even one word to anyone, I will give out your address and picture to dating websites for former prison inmates."
"Chill, Captain. I won't tell no one." Niou rolled his eyes. "Still, good for you. I haven't done it in a while myself…"
"Why not? Don't you and Yagyuu always meet up at the third floor bathroom during second period and do it?" said Seiichi knowingly.
"Nah. We're trying out the whole dating thing. It's fun. We get to hold hands and kiss in public and stuff. I think we'll be lying off the sex for a while." Niou didn't look sad at the thought.
"Yes, dating is fun. It's mostly what Genichirou and I do since our parents don't go out too often."
"Yeah, I'm happy. We're a real couple now. I don't mind giving up sex for a while. We'll have our whole lives for that."
Seiichi was glad to have art as second period. The stench of paint was strong in the art room and it coated the sex smell Seiichi apparently had on him. At lunch, he went out to the gardens and watered the flowers, putting some flowers in his hair and pockets. By the time he sat next to Genichirou to eat in the classroom, Seiichi smelled only of flowers and paint. Now that Seiichi had coated the stink, he could see what Niou and Yanagi had meant. Genichirou did smell of sweat and… something else. Maybe it was pheromones or something. Seiichi happily gave Genichirou some flowers, laughing when he stuck one on the black cap.
Yanagi asked Seiichi for some details afterwards about what had happened last night between them but Seiichi shook his head.
"Sorry Renji, but this is a secret between me and Genichirou." smiled Seiichi, respecting Genichirou's wish to keep it a secret. "And please don't tell anyone we even had sex. Especially not Atobe." Yanagi understood and swore secrecy. Seiichi didn't expect much. Yanagi was not much of a secret keeper.
Actually, Atobe had stopped calling since their little quarrel. No doubt the Hyotei captain was honouring his promise of not prying into Seiichi's affaires again. At least that was one thing Atobe could be counted on for.
Ha! As if Atobe would stop prying that easily. Seiichi and Genichirou's romantic life was the hottest topic in all the schools at the moment. Atobe had other ways of getting information even without talking directly to Seiichi. The Hyotei captain regularly called Fuji and Yanagi, both who gave small hints of what Seiichi was up to lately. It was hard because Seiichi had stopped telling even his closest friends, but Atobe's insights had ways of understanding hidden meanings behind words.
For instance, when Atobe called Fuji a few days ago, the Seigaku genius had reported nothing except that Seiichi's mother would not be at home on Sunday. Obviously, it meant the mother was well aware of Seiichi and Genichirou's relationship and that Seiichi would be having sex on Sunday with the mother's knowledge. Seiichi's mother had never been out on a Sunday previously. It was a good explanation.
Yanagi had reported that Genichirou had looked pale a few days back. Obviously Genichirou was still nervous about sex with Seiichi. Since the vice-captain had been the uke previously, it was safe to assume that Seiichi was trying something new. Genichirou was probably nervous about being the seme for once.
And now today, Yanagi had said the phrase "Seiichi just had a limp today. That's all." How simple! How easy! It all fit. Seiichi was sore from doing it with Genichirou on Sunday. So he was right. Of course he was. Ore-sama is the best, thought Atobe, pulling out his phone to text the 13,456 people on his contacts list and tell them about his amazing discovery.
And then Jirou had to waltz in to practice late, ruining Atobe's mood.
"Oi Jirou, where the fuck have you been, ahn?" growled Atobe, putting his phone away.
Jirou was in sleepy mode, his eyes drooping shut every few seconds. He yawned.
"Huh?" asked Jirou. "Oh, I went to Rikkai like I do during every lunch period to see Marui-sama."
"And how does that permit you to miss tennis practice for the last four days?"
"Uhhh…" Jirou yawned again. "Because Rikkai is on the other side of the city? I fell asleep on the bus nearly everyday and missed practice."
Okay, that does it, thought Atobe. "Jirou. Locker room. Couch. Now." said Atobe. The Hyotei captain stomped off in the direction of the locker rooms, yelling and giving everyone a hundred laps. Everyone better still be running when he got back, dammit.
Jirou shrugged at followed Atobe, not really feeling like doing laps.
The moment the two were in the locker room, Atobe shoved Jirou down on the couch. The captain hovered his body over Jirou's, removing both their clothes. Jirou sighed, closing his eyes sleepily and letting Atobe do what he wanted.
Once Atobe had finished stripping the sleepy boy, he looked over Jirou's body. Hmm… there were no marks anywhere.
"Jirou, did you have sex with that redhead?" asked Atobe.
"Hmm…? With Marui-sama? Nah. I'm lucky he even lets me talk to him these days. I just stare at him from a distance since I am his number one and most devoted fan. The only time we ever did it was at the hot spring inn." said Jirou, his eyes opening at the mention of Marui.
Atobe didn't listen. He flipped Jirou around on the stomach, lifting the boy's hips up and spreading his buttcheeks. The entrance looked unused enough. Atobe plunged one dry finger in. Jirou's insides were tight and soft. Well, it looks like Jirou really was telling the truth. Atobe exhaled a long breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Jirou, I forbidden you from seeing that redhead again." growled Atobe.
"What? Why?" asked Jirou, shocked. But... Marui was amazing! Why didn't Atobe what them to see each other? Jirou just didn't get it.
Atobe's only reply was to lean down and start licking at Jirou's entrance's, dipping his tongue in harshly and tasting the smooth insides.
"Ahhh! Wait, A-Atobe, you didn't answer my- mhmmm!" Jirou's question went ignored. He felt Atobe's sinfully skilled tongue plunging in and out, teasing the rim where the sensitive pink muscles lay. "Hah...! Atobe."
Jirou knew better than to try and resist. He'd get his answers later. Atobe seemed to be in a really bad mood, yet that tongue was being as sensual as always. It made Jirou moan loudly, wanting more inside him. Crap, why did Atobe have to be so skilled at sex?
The captain sucked the hole harshly, making Jirou yell out loudly. Atobe smirked and pulled back, satisfied by the reactions. Really, Jirou was well trained to like everything Atobe does to him. That probably had something to do with the way Atobe never let others have sex with Jirou. Only Atobe was allowed. It had been bad enough that he had let Jirou have a taste of that redhead once. He vowed to never let it happen again even if he had to tie up Jirou in a dungeon.
Of course, it would be the kinky kind of dungeon with sex toys and whips and stuff. And handcuffs.
Atobe had been overcome with anger when he thought that Jirou had been seeing that fucking Marui in secret and skipping practice for it. But he was delighted to find out that wasn't the case after all. But really, there had to be a way to keep Jirou from seeing others, thought Atobe.
How the hell did others keep their property from running off? ...Oh right, they dated.
Jirou was surprised to feel something hot and thick poking at his entrance insistingly. Looks like Atobe was really impatient. Usually Atobe would indulge in so much foreplay that neither of them would last too long before coming, enabling them to have several rounds if they so wanted. But this Atobe wasted no time and plunged in immediately, even if he hadn't prepared Jirou properly.
Jirou cringed but didn't mind it too much. He had done it plenty of times before so he's wasn't new at it or anything; he wasn't always in need of a lot of preparation. The familiar thick heat inside him felt great, especially when it began moving in and out. Pretty soon, Atobe's pace alone wasn't enough and Jirou began moving his own body back and forth, feeling the pleasure within him building up. This was so much better than laps. Jirou felt sorry for all the other losers outside who were exercising.
"Nee Jirou… go out with me." Atobe said out of nowhere. It sounded more like a demand than a question.
"Hah… ooohh…w-what?" Jirou moaned.
"I said that from now on, you're my boyfriend and we're dating. That means you can't go see other men., especially not that Marui." Atobe hissed, emphasizing his words with hard pounds of his hips.
"Ah! But wait, that means…"
Atobe leaned down and bit Jirou's neck. "Swear it!" Atobe ceased his movements, holding Jirou's body in place.
Jirou gasped at their stillness, feeling Atobe pulsing inside but not moving an inch. He tried moving back but Atobe's hands held him in place. He whimpered. "A-Atobe, move please."
"No. Not until you agree."
Jirou whined. He now regretted not picking the laps over this. He knew it would do no good to be difficult. If Atobe wanted something, he didn't stop until he got it and it was best to just go along with whatever the diva had in mind and deal with the consequences later. Right now, all Jirou wanted was for that delightful friction to return and push him off the edge and into pure bliss.
"Yes yes, I agree." said Jirou quickly. Atobe had immediately begun thrusting back in and out with a feral grin coating his features. Jirou rocked back and forth as the heat build up inside him. "Oh yessss... Atobe, faster."
Instead of obliging, Atobe took out his cellphone and immediately called someone from his speed dial, not breaking his pace.
"Hey Oshitari." said Atobe, talking into his phone. "Me and Jirou are dating. Tell everyone. Make sure it gets to Rikkai." He hung up after that, pressing in hard and effectively rubbing against Jirou's sweet spot.
Jirou came, spraying semen on the couch. Atobe's thrusts became desperate and frantic as he also released with a low moan.
"We're going out tonight. Make sure you wear something decent for once." said Atobe, pulling out and immediately grabbing his second phone and inserting romantic dates into his scheduler. Because he was so going to show all his friends what an awesome boyfriend he can be.
Jirou didn't care and looked excited again, not coming down from the hype of his orgasm. "Where are we going?" he asked happily.
"The Royal Dragon. I'll reserve the whole restaurant." said Atobe. Ha! This dating stuff was easy. He was totally a pro at this.
Jirou nodded swiftly. "So… can I invite Marui-sama?"
Atobe facepalmed.
Author's Rant:
I had the hardest time with the Atobe/Jirou stuff because I've never actually read any fics of that pair. D: And the only time I've read of Atobe was in Tango Pair fics, which amuses me greatly but also make me go KAY SANADA, GO BACK TO YUKIMURA NOW PLZ.
And because I spent all day reading and *secretly writing this chapter in class*, I watched part of the anime during my break because I didn't feel like reading some more. I was planning to watch the Jirou match and maybe some Hyotei parts from the Nationals... but I went one episode in and then wondered "...which episode is Rikkai in again?"
D; I'm hopeless. *hopeless Rikkai fan*
I ended up watching the Sanada vs Echizen match and OMG ALPHA PAIR IS SO REAL. Srsly, Sanada was having flashbacks and saying Yukimura's name like every two minutes during that match. ITS TRU LUV.
As for Jirou, I still only see him as an overly sleepy guy or an overly excited dude. And a Marui fanboy. ._. (lol someone recommend me an Adorable Pair fic before I embarrass myself.)
Next Chapter: Akaya questions what love is. And then there might be more water wasting. (I swear I'm not trying to destroy the environment D: )