How to Lose a Diva in 10 Days
By: Tsuki
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Atobe finds himself in a predicament; Fuji bets him to seduce little boy wonder. So while Atobe is trying to get Echizen to fall in love with him to prove his irresistible charms, Echizen is trying to do exactly the opposite. Much of it is taken from the movie ;P
Notes: Pairing is AtoRyo with hints of FujiRyo and AtoFuji (or FujiAto?). This was intended as a birthday fic for Ryoma, but since I know it will be long, I made it multi-chaptered. The last chapter, which takes place on Ryoma's birthday, will obviously not be up by his birthday. Gomen. ( Also, I would not be making a fanfiction with this pairing if it weren't for the person who requested it xP huggles Seiya Happy birthday love 3
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"You don't say…"
"…"
"Saa…that's just…so unlike Echizen. Wonder what's gotten to him," the tensai let out an all too recognizable chuckle. "He purposely set you into a fight?" Fuji clarified, raising a brow.
"Oi, are you deaf? Stop repeating everything I say," Fuji was testing the diva's patience, and well…after his and Ryoma's movie date, patience was not something he had much left of.
"Sumimasen. I'm just…surprised. He's learning so quickly…I'm so proud," Fuji half-joked. "And Atobe-san-"
"Sama."
"Right, right. Atobe-sama finally got his revenge too. Yanno… that was probably Echizen's first kiss…"
"Serves him right…how dare he try to make ore-sama fight a civilian?"
"Hai, hai. Anyways, you don't want your revenge to stop there, ne? After all, the score is 2-1, Echizen winning…maybe you should invite him over for dinner. It is your house, your territory…more damage can be done," Fuji suggested in a wickedly innocent tone before quickly glancing at his watch. "Saa, I'll be late for my date with Tezuka. Tell me all about it tomorrow, ne?" Fuji smiled, leaving Atobe to be by himself.
The unsuspecting diva wasn't quite sure what the chocolate-haired boy was up to…but he was right; Ryoma was winning this war and ore-sama was not going to let that happen. It was already the fourth day and all he's achieved is a measly kiss. Only six more days, this was not going down without a fight.
And maybe it was him…but Fuji seemed to have a lot of dates. First, it was his brother, and now it's Seigaku's buchou.
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"Ryoma, you've got a visitor…" Nanjiroh's voice called out, too lazy to walk all the way to his son's room to tell the boy.
Echizen sighed in boredom; it was probably another member of his fan club. And if luck were with him, it wouldn't be that Tomo girl at the door. That girl had issues. Something was rather odd though. His perverted father usually sounded more…lewd, especially if it was a girl. This time, he sounded hesitant, almost confused. As soon as Echizen saw who was at the door waiting for him, he knew why. "Monkey King?"
"Aaah…I'll be reading my magazines…" Nanjiroh coughed, walking away with a dazzled expression upon his face and mumbling something about how he didn't know his son was homosexual. Neither boy paid much heed to the older man.
"That's Atobe-sama, to you," the diva smirked, a rose magically appearing in his hand with a flick of his wrist.
"Mada mada dane. What do you want?" Echizen muttered, dipping his cap downwards slightly as he remembered about Atobe's surprisingly addicting kiss last night. "And I have homework I need to do tonight," the littler one interjected before Atobe could force him on another date.
"Lies. Fuji mentioned how you don't have school this week because of the heavy snow," Atobe flashed the other a grin.
Damn that Fuji-senpai… "I was planning to get a head start."
"There are other things in life to do," Atobe frowned at the boy's persistence. "I'll send my limo over at 6. Be ready by then." Somehow, the Hyoutei buchou managed to push him into yet another date. And by the time Echizen realized this, Atobe had already left. His eyes bulged, and he wanted to scream in frustration.
"No…I'll just get my revenge later…" A small smirk appeared on the scheming boy's face, and he slowly retreated to his room to plan out the perfect plan.
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Atobe blinked. "You look…nice…"
This was all Fuji's doing. First of all, the tensai refused to let him wear his cap, saying it hid his cute face. He had also insisted that the younger boy where a constricting, white wife beater along with tight, leather pants…this was something even the diva might not wear. Well…maybe he would. But the point is, he wasn't wearing it.
Recovering from the slight shock, Atobe put on another grin. "Of course, you've still got a long way to go before catching up with ore-sama's good choice in clothes." Echizen decided not to bring up a familiar purple-laced blouse.
"Mada mada dane," the younger one glared, stepping into the limo. These…clothes, if you would call it that, prevented much movement. It was troubling enough just to get into the limo. The ride to Atobe's mansion was in complete silence. Echizen was too busy fidgeting in his clothes, and the diva was too busy…staring at Echizen's clothes of choice. Damn, he looked hot…
And finally, they arrived at the giant manor. The whole ride there, Atobe's eyes had never left Echizen, nor had he lost the lustful gleam in his eyes.
"Monkey King?"
"Ah?" Atobe shook his head back into reality.
Echizen wore the same expression he always did, but inside, he was feeling mortified…he knew he felt eyes on him the whole ride to the exquisite building, and now, it was confirmed. "We've been sitting here for a few minutes now…" Echizen pointed at the door being held open by a chauffer.
"So we have," Atobe noted, refusing to let his slight embarrassment shine through. He promptly got out of the vehicle and held out a hand for the littler one to take. The Seigaku boy stared at the hand as if it was made out of slime before reluctantly taking the diva up on his offer. Atobe's grin widened, noticing the boy's hand felt warmer than a normal body temperature. His hand was flushing…how cute.
They entered the manor as silent as ever; Echizen was still having problems adjusting to his garments. "Something smells good…" Echizen commented, his nose sniffing the air.
"Aah, doomo. I've cooked dinner," Atobe smirked, pointing at the dimly lit and well-decorated table. At those words, Echizen wanted to gape right then and there. Atobe? The Atobe? Cooking? This must be some kind of joke… "Does my cooking prowess impress you, Ryoma?" The mauve-haired boy looked down at the expression on his date's face…only to see a frown; a brilliant thought had struck the littler boy's mind, and he decided to immediately put it into affect.
"Is that steak?"
"Yeah…I went through a lot trouble to get it, you know," Atobe replied, arching a brow in slight confusion.
"I'm a vegetarian…I don't eat meat."
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"Y-you're not serious, are you?" Atobe's confidence wavered a little.
"Quite serious."
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"I like take-out. Maybe we can order Chinese."
Why that little…! Doesn't he realize how much time ore-sama spent cooking this dinner? Ok…so he didn't cook everything himself…but he did a hell lot more work than he usually would. And somehow, he doubted his date was a vegetarian… Inhaling deeply, Atobe kept his voice as calm as he could when he replied. "Take-out it is…" How dare that brat act so ungrateful…
The take-out arrived in no more than ten minutes, and their meal, just like their ride to the mansion, was spent in silence. Atobe was still slightly irked at the other boy. He glanced over to his date, seeing a badly hidden and triumphant smirk upon Echizen's lips. He'd be sure to wipe that smirk off.
"Ryoma-kun, your clothes are very nice. Is that leather" Atobe leered, a hand charmingly working its way to the younger boy's leg to feel the material of the pants.
Echizen flinched just a bit at the intruding yet, at the same time, pleasuring hand. "Get your hand off my leg, Moneky King" was Echizen's order; his voice shook just enough for the more experienced boy to notice. The diva did not stop. "Aaah!" Echizen gasped when Atobe's hands moved closer to their desire, idly rubbing the boy's inner thighs. He continued with his touches while slowly hovering his lips over Echizen's right ear.
"Make me." The diva's response was breathy and rather seductive. He gave a sharp nip at the other's ear before diving down to claim the parted lips offered to him.
"Nnn…s-stop…!" Echizen tried speaking even with the skilled lips attacking his own; his words were mumbled through the frenzied kiss. A small groan rumbled in the littler one's throat when the diva pulled away, and his hands reached his heat, stroking softly.
"You're telling me no…but your body is saying otherwise, Ryoma-kun."
Echizen couldn't think; his brain had packed its bags and left town. His traitorous body warmly embraced the sensations that the Hyoutei buchou was giving him. He almost gave in to the pleasure…but somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice was screaming and yelling at him to put Plan B into action. And after struggling to convince himself that this was a battle he'll win, Echizen reluctantly complied with the voice's demands.
"Oooh…aah…" Echizen continued to moan, snapping an eye open to glance at Atobe's crotch. "I…nnn…see little…" Echizen's brain scattered around, trying to think of a pet name; he went with the first name that came into his mind. "I see little Fuji…aaah…awakening…"
The mention of another boy's name during their intimate moment was more than enough to stop the diva from continuing his exploration of the younger boy's body. "Fuji?" Atobe questioned, looking a little disgusted.
Echizen gave the other boy a cry of protest and a glare when the mauve-haired boy's hands stopped stroking. "H-hai…Fuji…" Echizen panted, pointing to the bulge between Atobe's legs.
Holy…shit…his crotch was named…
"FUJI?!?!"
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Eheheh…hope you all liked it ;; I love you Seiya and I hope your birthday is the best one ever 33 glances at clock I still have 45 minutes before it's January 27th in EST anyways ;;