Atobe's next thought was that Yukimura shouldn't be able to be so calm. So he took Yukimura's pale hand (the one not holding the scissors) brought it to his mouth and, not looking at Yukimura, wrapped tongue around his forefinger.

Only then did he chance a glance at Yukimura's stormy eyes. Their eyes met and electricity passed back and forth, the heat shocking them both.

He sent his thoughts to Yukimura: I want you.

Yukimura hid a smile. "What did you think I wanted when I called earlier?"

Atobe sucked on Yukimura's finger, euphoric when Yukimura's deceptively thin frame shivered. Then he took Yukimura's hand away, but didn't let it go just yet. He was sure it was a trick question. "I don't know. You tell me."

"What did you want me to do?" Yukimura asked as he lifted his chin, eyes dancing with a mischief that made Atobe's throat catch. That made Atobe realize why he put up with all Yukimura's nonsense.

"I don't know." Atobe shrugged elegantly. "Something." Anything. Atobe silently cursed himself. He was such an idiot. He had Yukimura all to himself and he couldn't come up with anything that was sure to impress the captain of Rikkai Dai. But Yukimura didn't seem to mind for he then tightened his grasp on Atobe's hand, pulling him forwards a little. Then he stopped and latched onto Atobe's expensive silk Hyoutei tie.

"Do you mind?"

Certain it was in his best interest not to refuse Yukimura when he had a sharp object in his hand (or ever, his mind reasoned), Atobe made a noise in the affirmative, that yes, Yukimura could do as he wished.

"Excellent."

To Atobe's amazement, Yukimura set down the scissors and with his hands proceeded to carefully untie it.

"What about the scissors?" Atobe asked before he could stop himself.

"Another time. Unless…" Yukimura smiled.

"Sure, another time," Atobe echoed hurriedly lest Yukimura change his mind.

He tugged gently and Atobe was pulled forward. Yukimura lay back on the loveseat, pulling Atobe down on top of him.

Atobe kept eye contact as he lowered his head to kiss petal soft lips. And it became too much when Yukimura arched his back to push his erection into Atobe's. And Atobe, who prided himself on his control, let go with a moan that conveyed his want of this fey-eyed creature. This beautiful beautiful monster with doe eyes that belied his innocence, any of which, Atobe thought feverishly, that was all his to corrupt.

In unison they stood and quickly divested their clothes, or what was left anyway. But finally the clothes were gone and they drank in the sight of the other. Pale skin, long limbs, delicately corded muscles… It was as though they were starving for the other.

"Mine," Yukimura declared, as he pushed Atobe down on the couch.

Atobe could only gaze up in amazement as Yukimura straddled his lap, Atobe's cock at his entrance.

"Yours," Atobe agreed after a sharp intake of breath as Yukimura suddenly sat down, taking all of Atobe in him. "God…"

"Yes?" Yukimura grinned tightly, his pale fingers balled into fists.

"Very funny," Atobe muttered. He put his hand on the Rikkai captain's waist to steady him.

Gingerly Yukimura used his leg strength to propel himself up, waited a second, and plopped back down. It was sweet torture for Atobe and he could only let out a very high, girly whine to his embarrassment.

"If you want something, you've got to be willing to compromise," Yukimura informed him as calmly as if they were talking about politics, weather, or Yukimura's new gardening hoe. He adjusted himself by leaning ever so slightly forward so he could stroke Atobe's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "What are you willing to give up, Keigo? To have me." His large magnificent eyes bored into Atobe. "Kei~to."

Ignoring the tightness around him, Atobe answered with the utmost seriousness. "My heart."

"And you think you're worthy of me?" He ran his fingers through the dark strands of hair, pulling playfully.

"Yes." Atobe restrained himself from bucking up. He needed to wait for Yukimura to give him the signal.

"Show me," Yukimura demanded.

"Gladly." Atobe knew a challenge when he heard one. Yukimura Seiichi was many things, but he was also human who had his needs. And Atobe knew how to take care of this one in particular.

*

Atobe didn't know it, but Yukimura was training him to be his boyfriend. Yukimura needed someone who wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted.

Atobe had feelings for Yukimura. Obviously. And Yukimura liked Atobe too.

He'd called Sanada before going over to Atobe's.

"Hello Seiichi. Is something wrong?"

Yukimura laughed lightly. Some things never changed. "No, I'm just about to go over to Kei-to's."

He glanced at his reflection and then frowned.

"A nickname, Seiichi? You must really like him a lot."

"I do."

Yukimura looked like a well dressed school boy off for a study session. He took off the jacket. Still unsatisfied, he tied his hair back. Better.

"Good for you, Seiichi. He doesn't deserve you, though."

"I know. Maybe that's why I like him. So, how long do you think Kei-to can resist me?"

When the time was right, Yukimura would allow Atobe to take off the hair tie and it would cascade around his shoulders. Which of course would drive Atobe wild. How long would it take, Yukimura wondered, for Atobe's restraint to break? He was ready to let Atobe awe him with his prowess.

"Seiichi, no one can resist you. I know you like him, but go easy on him."

"What do you mean?" It was rare that Sanada gave advice that wasn't on tennis. But he'd snagged Tezuka…

"I never thought I'd say this but, don't be too harsh on him. I know you expect everyone to be perfect, but we're only human."

"It's okay," Yukimura replied in a sunny tone. "I've got a plan."

"I know. And it's probably brilliant." Sanada gave a sigh that sounded very much like resignation. "You know you're going to ruin him for everyone else. "

"I plan on it," was the last thing Yukimura said before hanging up.

Sanada held the phone to his ear for a while longer, thinking. Atobe must be really special, then if Yukimura was already giving him a nickname. And testing him. Sanada smiled fondly at his buchou's crazy antics. Atobe would learn eventually that Yukimura tested anyone he cared about.

~Fin