You know, I wonder why my sexytime/smutty chapters always have the highest amount of hits, but the lowest amount of reviews. D: WHY? I DO NOT COMPREHEND THIS ABSURDITY.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is owned by the God of Tennis: Konomi-sensei.
Atobe turned to look at his team who were seated in front of him.
"Ore-sama has something to tell you all." began Atobe. "It appears that I have been unfaithful in my dating methods. The truth is… I am currently dating all of you."
The team turned to stare at each other.
"We know." said Hiyoshi, unsurprised.
"Were you actually serious about the dating thing?" asked Mukahi.
"I only agreed to 'date' you so that you could shut up and stop molesting me." said Oshitari, reading his novel and only half paying attention to Atobe.
"Same." said Jirou. "Can I go see Marui-sama now?"
"You should just become a prostitute. I think it's your calling." said Shishido.
"Well, I'm sure you'll find the right person for you one day, Atobe-kun." said Choutarou kindly.
Kabaji was silently looking at Atobe.
"…You guys…" hissed Atobe, feeling his anger seeping out. How dare they treat him this way? He was their captain! They should be worshiping his very existence by kneeling down and begging for a single second of attention. Instead, they dare mock him! No one makes a fool out of ore-sama.
"Can we go back to practice now? I was in the middle of a match." said Hiyoshi, face as uninterested and bored as ever.
"You know what? Fuck you guys." said Atobe. "Go run laps until you all faint from exhaustion."
The Hyotei captain stormed out of the room, speed dialling his limo driver. When he got to the entrance of the school, he snapped his fingers and started the Hyotei chant just because he could. Then he got into his limousine.
"Where would you like to go, young master?" asked the driver.
"Seigaku." droned Atobe, sipping from a wine glass that always appeared on his arm rest when he sat down. He recalled Fuji saying that half of the guys on Seigaku were virgins. Atobe grinned, looking forward to seeing his new victims.
Because even if all the guys on Hyotei got on his nerves, then he would simply move on to the next school and mess with them instead.
Ah, life is good, thought Atobe as he chugged down his wine in one gulp.
And then someone knocked on the window of his limo. He was about to yell to the driver to start driving, but then he realized it was Jirou who was knocking.
Atobe lowered the window.
"What is it?" he asked Jirou.
Jirou scratched his head and have a small laugh. "Well, uh… I was wondering if I can come in your limo with you."
Atobe raised an eyebrow, saying nothing. He nodded, letting Jirou open the door and take a seat close to Atobe, on the sofa.
"Driver, start the car." called Atobe, wanting to get to Seigaku as fast as possible. He was thinking of who he should harass first. He knew Tezuka and Fuji were off limits but the others were fine. Maybe that Echizen would be a good idea. That arrogant brat. The limo began moving quickly down the streets, going way past the speed limit.
"Uh… Atobe?" asked Jirou.
"Hmm?"
"I actually came in here because I was wondering if… uh…" said Jirou.
Atobe poured himself another glass of wine. "What is it? Spit it out."
"I wanted a ride to Rikkai." blurted out Jirou. "Because I really want to go see-"
"That redhead. I know." Atobe rolled his eyes. "I got it the first twenty times, Jirou. I got it when you showed me the redhead's wristband that you still carry around and I get it when you ask me for a ride every damn week." Atobe said with strong irritation. He was tired of being treated as a taxi. If he heard Marui's name one more time, he swore he was ready to pay to hypnotize Jirou into forgetting that redhead's existence.
"Oh. Okay. Well, can you drive me to Rikkai then?" asked Jirou.
There was a pause. "…No. We're going to Seigaku where I'm going to de-virginize the team. You can help me if you want." said Atobe. "But don't touch the prince brat. I call dibs on him."
"Uh… no thanks. I think you can drop me off here then. I'll just walk and take the bus." said Jirou, looking slightly uncomfortable.
That set Atobe off. The captain slammed his glass down angrily. He was sick and tired of Jirou ignoring his awesomeness and talking about others. Even when they had been 'dating', Jirou just never shut up about Marui this and Marui that.
"Jirou. Frankly, I don't fucking get it." said Atobe in a hard tone. "What the hell is so great about Marui? I get that you admire him because he defeated you ages ago. But the thing is, I have beaten you in tennis countless times over the last several years. Yet, I don't see you being amazed at my prowess!" Atobe wouldn't go as far as to say he was jealous but… really, his abilities were a hundred times those of Marui's. Surely he deserved some type of credit, right?
Jirou blinked rapidly. "But Atobe… I do admire you. You are just so used to have a million fangirls surround you that you don't notice. Aren't I always alert and awake when we play together?"
Atobe recalls that yes, Jirou was always awake when they played a match. And he got excited, shouting about all of Atobe's special moves.
"Oh. right." said Atobe.
"Do you want me to stalk you as well? Will that make you feel better?" asked Jirou.
"No, that's fine. I already have several people who have that job." said Atobe, waving it off. He smiled at his own awesomeness. Of course Jirou admired him. Everyone did. "Ah, so you do admire ore-sama's prowess. Good. I was concerned because it seemed for a second that you liked Marui more than me."
There was an awkward silence. Jirou gave a nervous laugh. Atobe narrowed his eyes.
"You do like me more than Marui… right?" asked Atobe dangerously.
"Well uh… I mean…" said Jirou. "You are both so talented that it's hard to choose." Usually complimenting Atobe would work and get the diva to start talking about himself. This time, Atobe put on his insight face, glaring at Jirou. Jirou gulped, knowing Atobe liked being number one and the center of attention.
The limo stopped moving. The driver announced that they had arrived at Seigaku. Outside the windows, many Seigakuans were leaving the school building and heading home, sneaking glances at the long black limo.
"I don't believe it! You admire than redhead more than me!" exclaimed Atobe.
"Oh, but… you are a close second place, Atobe." assured Jirou. "There's nothing wrong with being second. It's just that Marui-sama's play style is like mine and I hope that one day I can be just like him and- what are you doing?"
Atobe pushed Jirou down on the leather seats, unbuttoning Jirou's uniform.
The Hyotei captain smirked. "Obviously you need to be reminded of just how great my prowess is." He licked his lips. "I'll make you scream out my name. I assure you Jirou, I will make you say that I am better than that blasted redhead." promised Atobe.
He head leaned down, tongue already stroking along the exposed skin. Jirou closed his eyes, sighing as that talented tongue worked its magic on his sensitive spots.
Well, at least this was one way to make Atobe shut up.
Tezuka groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers in irritation. Fuji smiled, looking amused.
They were both in front of the school, having been ordered there by the coach to get rid of Atobe and his limo because the students were beginning to get scared.
And now the Seigaku captain and the genius stood there, staring at the black limo. Atobe was probably inside. And Tezuka really did not feel like speaking to that damn diva.
To his horror, the vehicle was shaking and bouncing slightly. The driver had a flushed face and was standing outside the limo, smoking. Once in a while, a muffled scream that did not belong to Atobe erupted from the limo.
"Saa… what do you think they are doing in there?" said Fuji, smiling knowingly. Tezuka sighed. Why had he done to deserve this?
He might as well get this over with. Students that were flaunting around kept looking at the limo with a frightened expression each time they heard a scream.
Tezuka walked forward, tapping lightly on the tinted windows. He waited a few seconds but nothing happened. He repeated the motion, knocking on the window with more force.
The window slid down halfway this time. Atobe face appeared. From what Tezuka could tell, the Hyotei captain was not wearing clothes. The inside smelled of sex and sweat. Someone moaned from within the limo, but Tezuka couldn't see who it was.
"Yes?" asked Atobe, looking angry at being interrupted. "Have you and Fuji finally decided to join me, Tezuka?"
"No." said Tezuka. "Our principal wants you to stop staying in front of the school. You are mentally scarring the minds of our students."
Atobe laughed. "Scarring minds? You know, I am allowed to do this at Hyotei and no one-"
"You are not at Hyotei. There is no point of you parking your limo in front of Seigaku just to have sex. Go park it elsewhere." snapped Tezuka. He didn't care if Atobe parked in front of an elementary school; he just wanted the damn diva out. Nothing good ever came out of Atobe being around.
Another moan rose from whoever it was that Atobe was currently with. The Hyotei captain rolled his eyes at Tezuka. Damn Tezuka, couldn't he have at least waited until he was done? Well, whatever. He could still continue while they drove. He would simply frighten other drivers on the road instead.
Atobe called his driver back in. Tezuka sighed in relief as the limo drove off in a hurry soon after.
Fuji popped up next to him.
"Hmm… I hope he remembers to put that window back up." said Fuji. "What was he doing here anyways?"
Tezuka shrugged. "I have no clue. Maybe he's getting some sort of sick pleasure out of doing it in front of rival schools."
"Oh my. Should I call the other schools and warn them?" asked Fuji.
"No. Let's just get back to practice." Tezuka began walking back towards the school. Fuji smiled and followed his lover.
Tezuka will eternally be grateful that he is not in the same school as Atobe.
Author's Rant:
That awkward moment when you find out your dad played a lot of tennis in high school. D;
Atobe... did not really end up with anybody. But I hinted it more towards Jirou since the majority of reviewers like Adorable Pair... which I spent ages trying to understand but never succeeded. XD It's okay. They're cute. (oh god, why does Atobe have absolutely zero character development? How unfortunate.)
Ugh. I don't feel like ending this Alpha Pair fic on an Atobe chapter. D: That might be fixed later depending if people will allow one final extra chapter, but for now… I have another story to focus on. :D !squee