By: Tsuki
Pairing: Saeki/Atobe, slight Tezuka/Fuji, hints of Ryou/Atsushi & Saeki/Ryou
Disclaimers: One day, when I am rich enough to buy these characters, they shall be mine. D Until then, they belong to Konomi-san TT;; The sub-titles (as well as the title) are from the song "Lover Boy" by L'ArcenCiel.
Summary: All is fair in love and war, and even though one may win a short battle, there are many battles to be fought in a war.
Notes: First of all, this is a very screwed up characterization of Saeki, but as many of you know, the series didn't go so in depth with his personality. Therefore, I can make him out how I want to. 'Sides, my characterization is sexier. xP Secondly, apologies for not updating in a while. School had had me caved in, yanno? Spring break right now and I'm bored out of my mind. x.x;; Yep…that's my reason for finally updating xDD;; And lastly, much thanks to Firedraygon for beta-ing for me 3
vii. don't be shy, show your love
"Ano, Atobe-sama," a flushed, nervous-looking boy entered the homeroom of the diva. The buchou spared the boy a glance; at least the boy used the correct name formalities. "There's so-someone here to see you," The blush of the boy's face caught his attention. Whoever was here to see him must've been quite attractive. The mauve-haired boy arched a brow; now he was just a bit curious.
"Does this visitor have a name?" the interested one asked. The Hyoutei student standing at the door entrance shifted a bit, showing how uncomfortable he was.
"He…he didn't say," the shifting boy mumbled shyly. He? Hmm. Atobe had an idea of who his mysterious guest might be.
"I see." Atobe stood up and exited the classroom; no one objected, not even the teacher.
As soon as the diva left the room, the rest of the class crowded the news bearer. "So? Who was it, Ken" they bombarded the student with questions.
"I'm telling you! I don't know! But he was hott!" Ken replied, looking like he was ready to start squealing. "Kyah! I think he may be Atobe-sama's boyfriend! They'd look awfully sexy together," Ken added with a giggle.
viii. biting in deep
"Heh, ore-sama was wondering when you'd come to visit," the Hyoutei buchou stated, a smirk directed to his visitor.
The Rokkaku fukubuchou grinned back. "Truly sorry to keep you waiting, koi." Oooh, that brought an interesting reaction.
Atobe's smirk faded into a displeased frown. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. You shall not call me by anything other than Atobe-sama." The diva took a few steps closer to his visitor, entwining his fingers with the other boy's. "Let me make this clear," the deep, suave voice spoke in a breathy whisper, seduction dripping off each word. He lifted their fingers, placing the Saeki's hand over the left side of his upper chest. The fair-haired one pressed his hand closer, feeling the slow, rhythmic beating of the diva's heart. Atobe's lips butterfly-kissed a path to Saeki's left ear. "Off limits." He made it absolutely clear what he was talking about by those two simple words. Atobe pulled back to observe the taller boy's reaction.
Saeki's expression seemed a bit surprised for a few seconds before a smile broke out, gracing his lovely features. "You realize your whole class just watched you, nee?" Saeki chuckled, pointing to the building where Atobe's entire homeroom was. Indeed, the mob of students had their faces pressed flat against the window. When they became aware that Atobe's visitor had noticed them, they all scurried away from the window, making Saeki chuckle even more. "Anyways, what do you say to ditching class and going to watch a club or something?" Saeki grinned. "I'm sure Atobe-sama has ditched class before," Saeki winked, wrapping an arm around the other's neck.
Atobe scoffed. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he questioned airily, a glare directed to the Rokkaku boy. How dare he accuse ore-sama of such things! Sure there were a few days where he might've not gone to school in order to watch a marathon of his favorite soap opera, but that was besides the point. Saeki was judging him!
Saeki's grin widened at the slight pout reflected in the other's voice. "Nothing, nothing," Saeki chuckled. "So?" the silver-haired boy prodded, wanting an answer.
The Hyoutei student mocked an expression of deep thought. "Well I don't know…what's in it for me?" Of course he was going to go! What sane person could turn down Saeki, the Saeki? One look at him, and you would go all googly-eyed; Atobe just happened to be one of the few who could keep his poise in check since his pride was on the line and all.
"Hmm…well you'll get to spend the whole day with me rather than those lechers in your homeroom…and by the way, you do realize they all want you, right?" Saeki asked, arching a brow. Anyone who had not lost his or her vision could tell. It was painfully obvious; that homeroom's lusty glances thrown at the Hyoutei buchou couldn't go unnoticed.
"Like you're any better yourself. You want me too," Atobe smirked, not bothering to be modest. Any high-class diva wouldn't bother to be modest. What was the point anyhow? He was just stating the truth. Just as everyone who laid their eyes on Saeki had a hard time keeping their breathing normal, the same could be said about the dark-haired boy.
Both had a charm that drew and lusted people in. Saeki's aura was more domineering; people daydreamed about the silver-haired beauty on top of them. Atobe released more of a catch-me-if-you-can feeling. The strong will he upheld attracted those even more. Rarely was he ever vulnerable; he was the flame to his fans – the moths.
The last line Saeki spoke caught Atobe's full interest though. "Of course I know… Are you jealous?" Atobe spoke with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
"Me? Jealous? Please!" From the view of a total stranger, it would have seemed as if Saeki kept his composure and managed to get his point across smoothly. And even though they had only known each other for a few days, Atobe could detect some feebleness within the silver-haired boy's words. "I have quite a few admirers of my own, ya know. Anyone of them would jump at the chance to go out with me," the fukubuchou rebuked.
"So, you wouldn't really mind if I don't go with you and just…go back to class?" Atobe asked, dislodging himself from Saeki's arm and making small movements back to his homeroom. It was extremely amusing playing hard-to-get with these types of people. "These people" loved to seem in control; they wouldn't back down from a challenge. Yet deep down inside, they really were affected by the act of hard-to-get and couldn't keep control. Just from seeing how they reacted, anyone could tell who was really in charge.
Saeki blinked, silver lashes fluttering once. Jesus Christ, they weren't getting anywhere by talking! He just wanted to up and go, ditch school already. "Look…can we just go?" Saeki asked, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder to signify moving in the opposite direction of the school. He tried to keep his voice as calm and normal as it usually was but some annoyance leaked out.
Atobe gave the fukubuchou a smirk; he had won this battle. "Fine, I guess you're worth a little bit more than the morons in my homeroom, " That, of course, was an understatement.
The fukubuchou let out a breath of relief. "Thank you," he smiled in earnestness, finally pleased that Atobe would ditch with him. That smile fuelled something within Hyoutei buchou. It was so sincere, so warming…so charismatic. Sure Atobe had won this battle…but this was war, and many battles were to be fought in this war.
"You should be," Atobe frowned, turning his head in the other direction so Saeki wouldn't see that he was a bit flustered. Just a bit though, because this buchou would never allow himself to be that submissive. In fact, from a regular person's perspective, there was nothing wrong with Atobe at all; he was as normal as ever. Nevertheless, he allowed the other to lead him out of the school and to wherever they were headed.
ix. our painting in synch
"I thought you said we were going to a club."
"Well I changed my mind. 'Sides, all the good ones won't have any good action right now since everyone else is still in school."
"Which is where we should be."
"Oh yeah right. Don't try to pretend to be a good boy when you're not. I know how wild you are…rawr."
"Stop making such ridiculously vile noises. And why aren't you in school then, hm? Not such a good boy, yourself."
"Of course I am. Rokkaku…is off today."
"That's bull."
"Heheh." After going through the trouble of getting his companion to ditch school, the silver-haired boy failed to realize that all the good nightclubs weren't active until the evening. So rather, he brought the royal diva to the park.
"This place reeks of commoners. I'd rather not associate with individuals who are poorer then me."
Saeki rolled his eyes. "You mean everyone?"
Atobe frowned at the response. "I meant those who weren't…close in wealth status as I. Better?" Sometimes, it was really hard being the richest person on the face of the planet.
"Almost," the fair-haired one smiled. "That would mean me, wouldn't it?"
The mauve-haired boy rotated his head a fraction on an inch to study Saeki, a faint smirk playing on the other's lips. "You're an exception," he responded after a moment of silence, licking his bottom lip. He trailed his tongue out a little longer than necessary, catching the fukubuchou's full attention.
Saeki's mouth suddenly felt very dry, and he swallowed audibly. He wasn't used to this; usually he was the seducer...the predator, and now he was the prey? He could hear…could feel his breaths come out in short spurts and his heart thumping harder than it ordinarily would. But Saeki wasn't about to let Atobe take control; never in a million years would the quick-eyed boy let someone else take control of a relationship – never in a million years would he show signs of weaknesses to others. A firm hand, which had been shaking just seconds ago, placed itself upon the smooth skin of Atobe's cheek, leading the impatient lips to his own. The half-lidded expression of the buchou's, as well as the well-manicured hands grasping onto Saeki's shoulders, egged him on.
"Ko- Saeki-san! I thought that was y-…Oh ano, gomen ne. I didn't realize I was disrupting something…"
Alas, their lip-lock never came. Aggravation was obvious from the sigh Saeki released. Don'tblowupdon'tblowupdon'tblowup. A semi-fake smile replaced the frown on Saeki's face. "Very sorry," the fukubuchou mouthed to the other, who, in turn, rolled his eyes and looked just as irritated. The silver-haired boy turned around to see long, flowing raven black hair of a certain teammate's. "Ryou-kun," Saeki called out, mildly surprised that he'd see his ex there. "What are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd pick up Atsushi from St. Rudolph's since we had a day off. Cutting through the park is the shortest way to get there," Ryou smiled, slowly getting over the awkwardness from barging in on Saeki and Atobe's intimate moment.
"Going on a date afterwards?" Saeki chuckled, his attention now completely focused on Ryou.
Atobe's annoyance intensified, noticing the degree of friendliness these two spoke in. They definitely weren't just teammates or acquaintances, and the diva was quite curious as to what type of relationship these two did have.
At least there was something he knew for sure…Saeki hadn't lied about Rokkaku's day off.
Dream on till night, be sailing on your life.