Title: A Tale of Two Heights
Author: Calen
Date: 01/16/06
Disclaimer: Obviously I make no claim to Tennis no Oujisama in any way, shape or form.
A/N: Pure crack and no excuses. I am not proud of this. Credit (blame?) goes to an RP I'm part of (in theory) and to Eli for fangirling PoT with me. The convo that inspired this is at the end, just because I hate pointlessly long author's notes.
Dan Taichi didn't have bad days. He was, after all, only good for moral support and how exactly would the Yamabuki team be cheered by some pissy emo kid. No, Dan didn't have bad days.
Or so he'd thought. Everything had been going just swimmingly; school, practice, Akutsu wasn't beating up as many people... But that Tuesday, everything changed. Or rather, nothing changed, but Dan finally noticed. He was the only student in the entire school who remained single. Jimmies? Everyone had seen that coming. Sengoku and Akutsu though, that hurt Dan's feelings. Luckily, he was a dedicated cheerleader; if those two were happy, they'd play better, and that would make everyone happy. Dan congratulated himself on his undying optimism.
Later, he wandered to the street courts, hoping to watch Echizen and copy-- er, learn some of his techniques. Echizen was there, all right, with Momoshiro, though their doubles could hardly be called "tennis." In fact, the entirety of the Seigaku team seemed to be there, minus their dull-as-toast buchou. Not one of them actually had a tennis racket in hand. Well. Clearly he wouldn't be learning anything useful here tonight. Except that they didn't call Kikumaru's style "acrobatic" for nothing, who knew anyone could be so bendy?
Though curious, Dan was no voyeuristic pervert. He fled the courts, red-faced, only to literally run into another pair. Fudomine's... Kamio and Ibu, if memory served. Holding hands? Good god, this had to be a dream, it simply wasn't possible for all 800 of Japan's best middle school tennis players to be gay. At that moment, Tachibana An approached and snuggled in between the two guys. Oh, well that just made everything better. 798 gay tennis players and a bisexual couple.
Everywhere he looked, it seemed, there was another couple. Hyotei's Shishido and Ootori, Saint Rudolph's Mizuki and Fuji... and was that Jirou he saw with Tezuka? Was Yukimura healthy enough to be doing that with Sanada? Had the world gone completely crazy? Why was he the only one whose hormones lay dormant?
No, Dan didn't have bad days. He had horrific, waking nightmares.
If he was going to be alone, though, he reflected that perhaps it was better that he have no particular interest in -- oh god, what was Kabaji doing to Kirihara? How could that feel good? Suddenly it was very hot, very crowded, very the wrong place to be.
"They started without Ore-sama?" Atobe was scandalized. A massive underage orgy was just not a party without his glorious presence. Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention, except for a dumbfounded, gaping Dan. Atobe sighed. He was late, and everyone else was... occupied. "I suppose you'll do, then. Good things come in small packages, and all. Well come on then."
To which Dan responded by turning and running like hell. Or at least that's the message his brain tried to send. His legs never received it, as his penis made an impressive interception.
Atobe wasn't interested in a make-out session or even extended fondling. No sir, only the full nine yards would satisfy him. Dan realized that if he backed out now, he could very well spend the rest of his years alone, unloved and unsexed. Besides, Atobe was really pretty.
It wasn't at all what he'd been expecting. To start with, Dan had been nervously anticipating the bottom role. That was the formula, taller dude tops shorter dude. It made a weird sort of sense though. Atobe was a total princess, accustomed to being attended to, the focus of attention, and commanding the service of, well, basically everyone. All the same, it was absolutely outrageous, sitting there naked as Keigo huskily explained the basic mechanics.
Dan's face couldn't contain his blush. The faint red flush colored his ears and neck as well. Possibly there was smoke billowing from his ears. Was it possible to cook one's brain from sheer embarrassment? Probably not, which meant there was no possibility of him escaping via death, which meant that he'd just have to do his best.
Atobe found this all quite infuriating. He preferred to bottom for manly men, though since there was literally no one else he could make do. But giving instructions did not set the mood, and what if he had to prompt his partner during the act? This was pathetic. Just his luck, really, to end up with what had to be the only virgin left in their club. All this work couldn't possibly be worth the effort -- the kid was, generously speaking, 150cm tall. Surely other things were also proportionately diminutive." Look... eh..." crap crap Atobe didn't even know his name. "All right, don't be offended, kid. You're tiny, and quite frankly I can't see this being satisfying. Ore-sama would rather be top than suffer through bad sex. What year are you, anyway?"
Several years too young, Dan thought, but said with typical enthusiasm, "First year, but I know I can do it! I have to try my best desu!"
First year! FIRST year! Atobe only barely kept the horror out of his expression. "Well then. Come back after you've hit your second-year-growth-spurt. You can try your best then." Atobe cut off all protests. Atobe always had his way.
"For now, I'll just show you what to do." And Atobe pounced.
Dan whimpered.
Practice had just wrapped up and Hyotei's regulars were preparing to leave. Summer had passed, and Dan's new height did not provide him with new courage. He couldn't bring himself to approach the team. This was the wrong school anyway; Atobe would be a high school first year now. Skulking outside Hyotei Gakuen would not locate Atobe, and it was very important that he be found.
Dan did his research, of course he knew where to find Atobe's high school; but after knowing him as "Hyotei's captain," it was difficult to break that association. There was always the possibility of his home residence, but Dan worried that might be too creepy.
Screw that! This was no time for such petty concerns! It wasn't really stalking anyway. Yes, home was better. School would be far too public for this. Dan set his shoulders and determinedly set off for the Atobe residence.
Atobe didn't manage to control his surprise. That kid was standing outside his mansion. Audacious little brat, Atobe would allow him that much.
"I thought I said after you grew into your second year."
"You did, Atobe-san! And I've grown! Five centimeters! I did just what Ryoma-kun said and drank three bottles of milk every day!" Dan fairly glowed with excitement.
Of course, five centimeters was a big deal to him. It probably increased his height by five percent. Though he still harbored doubts, Atobe gave in. As Dan stepped inside, Atobe had the disconcerting feeling that events were spiraling out of his control. This was not something to which he was accustomed, and he did not like it. Dan stood on tiptoe, pressed against Atobe, and whispered in his ear, "It isn't about size anyway. It's all about what you do with it. You won't be sorry."
And the next moment Dan was Dan again, pulling at his shoelaces but fumbling at the knots.
It was so sudden and surprising. Atobe wondered if this was all a strange, strange dream.
Dan politely refused Atobe's offer of hors d'oeuvres or refreshment. He stood awkwardly, not touching anything, as if afraid of breaking something. Atobe silently thanked whichever deity was responsible for his parents using one of their mountain chateaus. They'd not be happy that their only son would not be continuing the family line and essentially played the "girl's" part opposite the most childish 13-year-old he'd ever seen.
It was unfortunate, then, that Atobe forgot that Oshitari meant to come by, forgot to lock the door, forgot to pick up the trail of clothes leading to his room. When the blue-haired tensai reached Atobe's bedroom, he was less than surprised to find his buchou bent on all fours with someone standing behind. Someone who appeared to be rather short, but who was Oshitari to judge. Besides, he was sure he could find ways to pass time with Mukahi, who'd proved many times over that size meant nothing, as long as one had other... talents.
Only when Oshitari headed back downstairs did he realize the true peculiarity of the situation, and he was glad to hear rather than see.
"Harder! Harder! Aaaah--!"
"Sumimasen desu."
rachel＊キラキラ＊: poor dan, he's like the only one not getting any action
rachel＊キラキラ＊: god, this thing is like a huge tennis themed orgy
Eli: I say you start the train of sexual healing first with akustu and sengoku
rachel＊キラキラ＊: and then whore with every other player?
Eli: then move through to mukahi and oshitari
Eli: and do a nice loop with the Golden pair
Eli: oh yeah
Eli: but have him top atobe
Eli: you know, for irony
rachel＊キラキラ＊: atobe is so bottom
rachel＊キラキラ＊: i can just see that scene now
rachel＊キラキラ＊: -harder! harder! aaaaah-
rachel＊キラキラ＊: -sumimasen desu-
Eli: -dies-