It was a Thursday afternoon and Yukimura and Atobe were in the Atobe's expansive library. The ceilings were high and the walls were lined with bookshelves. They had taken the loveseat by the window and both he and Atobe had books open on their laps. They both had numerous tests coming up; it was one of the hassles of attending prestigious schools like Rikkai Dai and Hyoutei. They should've been studying. Only Atobe was looking at Yukimura and Yukimura was looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

"Yukimura…?"

Yukimura continued to stare out the window. Atobe was distracted by the way some of Yukimura's hair had escaped the tie and falling into his eyes.

"The clouds aren't that fascinating. What's wrong?"

Disgruntled at being ignored, Atobe tried the direct approach. He took Yukimura's chin in his hand, turned his face and kissed Yukimura swiftly on the mouth.

Yukimura blinked and kissed him back without thinking. Atobe had planned on a quick kiss but Yukimura tasted so surprisingly sweet. Atobe reached for Yukimura's ponytail holder, yanking on it hard. Soft blue silky waves washed over Atobe's hand like water. Satisfied, Atobe settled back in his arm chair.

Sure he had Yukimura's attention, Atobe announced his verdict: "You're distracted."

But Yukimura was looking out the window again.

"Stop thinking about Sanada," Atobe said, trying not to be hurt.

Yukimura's eyes snapped into focus. In a lazy, musical voice he asked, "What about Sanada?"

"You're thinking about him." Atobe rolled his eyes.

"Hmm. How cute. You're jealous. I'm not though. " Yukimura got that distant look in his eyes again.

"Shall I leave you in peace?" Atobe asked irritably.

Yukimura looked mildly surprised. "Keigo, it's your house."

"I know when I'm not wanted. I'll guess I'll just go, then?" Atobe stood up and waited for Yukimura to show some sign of interest.

"No need to be like that. Come, sit." Yukimura waved him back down. Atobe did, half reluctant and half relieved. "Really, you're so childish." He noticed Atobe's expression. "What? Is there something wrong?"

"No. It's just, when you said you wanted to come over I thought you wanted to do something else. Not stare out the clouds." Atobe tried not to pout but Yukimura just had that effect on him.

"Did you want to talk about something in particular?" Yukimura asked, all smiles.

Atobe was thinking very fast. Yukimura wanted to talk, did he? So that meant he didn't want to hook up. Well, that was fine. Atobe was a grand conversationalist. But he'd been waiting for Yukimura to call all week. It was Thursday and he hadn't seen Yukimura since Saturday. And Saturday…Oh.

"So you're mad at me," Atobe finally asked. His mind started to ramble, trying to figure out why Yukimura was giving him the silent treatment. "Is the sex not good enough? Do you want to top next time?" A thought occurred to him. "Was I…too rough? Did I hurt you?" Atobe had never in his life had to apologize for anything. But Yukimura was special. "Please, Sei-mu. Talk to me. What did I do?" Atobe sounded plaintive even to himself.

"What did you just call me?"

Atobe had never wished for the power of invisibility as dearly as he had at the moment. He quickly explained that he'd taken the Sei and the mu from Yukimura. And he felt like an idiot. He thought he was safe when he saw a hint of a smile on Yukimura's face but then Yukimura frowned.

"That's just it," Yukimura muttered.

"Huh?"

"Here, look." Yukimura started to pull up his shirt and while this thrilled Atobe it also served to confuse him.

"What am I supposed to be looking at, exactly?"

Yukimura turned around and Atobe went from scarlet to an ashy pale. There were long angry red marks along Yukimura's back.

"I did that? Sei- Yukimura, I deeply apologize. I had no idea. Please, next time…" Atobe bit his lip, worried there might not be a next time. That he might never again touch Yukimura's beautiful skin, feel the feathery touch of his hair…

"No, Atobe. You left your mark." Yukimura smiled crookedly. "You didn't hurt me."

Atobe blinked. "Your team knows we're together, don't they? And I thought that was the point. To get Sanada back-oh." Atobe's thoughts caught up with him. So that was what was wrong. He mentally scolded himself. Yukimura was telling him in his own way that Atobe was acting like this was a relationship. But it wasn't- this whole arrangement was about Sanada. And Yukimura didn't need to explain himself. It wasn't like they were a couple or anything. Atobe tried not to feel bothered. Tried not to care.

But his reaction seconds ago told him otherwise. He couldn't lie to himself. He cared, damn it.

He knew what he had to do. Sighing, Atobe loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his white collared shirt, Hyoutei's signature uniform. "Here, mark me, then."

He felt foolish when Yukimura stayed where he was. And a little annoyed. "What is it now?"

Yukimura eyes roamed the pale delicate skin and mischief tugged the corners of his mouth up. "Can I call you Kei-to?"

Atobe growled in frustration, but that was only to mask his relief. "Yes. Whatever. Now will you stop ignoring me?"

"You didn't say the magic word," Yukimura reprimanded him slyly.

Atobe was miffed at the hint that he was lacking in manners. "What, please and thank you?"

Yukimura grinned wolfishly at him. And his socked foot slid up the side of Atobe's leg. At first Atobe was puzzled by the sudden turn of events, but he adjusted himself to the new situation. And the room got a lot hotter. Especially when the foot went higher and -ah.

"Please, Yukimura-sensei. I have a problem. Can you help me? Please?" Atobe had no idea where this sensei nonsense was coming from but he blamed Yuushi. He rolled his hips, pushing his crotch against Yukimura's foot.

"Call me that ridiculous nickname," Yukimura ordered idly. "Or I'll punish you."

Atobe was not used to being so desperate but it was like all his decorum went out the proverbial window when Yukimura did this. Did that thing where his blue inky locks fell into his eyes, and flowed around his shoulders, and his eyes turned all that intensity that Yukimura was known on the court for on him. And that thing where Yukimura opened his mouth and panted like he was out of breath and- And Atobe had to admit Yukimura's prowess was quite impressive.

"Please, Sei-mu. I have a problem." And maybe it was worth it, Atobe decided as he saw Yukimura's eyes darken with undeniable lust.

"I suppose." And just when did Yukimura get those scissors? Atobe fidgeted, ever so slightly intimidated. Yukimura noticed his reaction and purred, "Let's get you out of those clothes first, mm? You look hot."

Atobe's voice was hoarse as he answered truthfully, "I am." For you.