To catch or to be caught side story: Capturing Ore-sama
Atobe felt humiliated, this did not happen often. How dare Jirou shout at Ore-sama? Especially such private matters which are of no concern to others, let alone outsiders from Seigaku! Especially when Ore-sama was looking forward to seeing that Inui sweat and squirm with humiliation. It was supposed to be that analytical four eyes that was humiliated not Ore-sama! Atobe could do nothing but glare and shout at Jirou, he had no idea what he was shouting, he just knew he was angry and he wanted to take it out on Jirou.
What made Atobe even angrier was the fact that Jirou was just sitting there staring blankly at him, he should feel upset, he should feel sorry, he should feel something when Ore-sama is expressly raising his voice at him! It was at that moment that Jirou looked straight into Atobes' eyes, his eyes shouting far louder than Atobe ever could. The sleepy players' eyes were telling Atobe that if he didn't shout up he would be in for a whole lot of pain. The Hyoutei Queen could do nothing but obey. He knew that when Jirou was determined about something then nothing could stop him, and if he wanted to cause Atobe pain then it would be the most excruciating pain Atobe had ever and would ever feel.
"Keigo, sit down," Jirou ordered in a voice so commanding it could have been Atobe's, barking his orders at his many servants. The recently humiliated teen sat down in his high wing backed chair. There was silence for several minutes, Atobe waited apprehensively, Jirou sat deep in thought, trying to figure out what to say next.
"You know it's not nice to order Ore-sama about," Atobe muttered meekly from him chair, as he fidgeted in the deadly silence.
"Keigo, I didn't mean to order you about. It was the only thing I could think of doing to get you to be quiet long enough for me to think."
"Think? Think about what?" Atobe asked tentatively.
"About what I should do with you," Jirou answered simply.
"Do with me? Do with Ore-sama? You make me sound like a toy, a doll for you to use at your whim," Atobe stated indignantly.
"Do I? Good! Now you know how I feel when you order me about, pick me up and drop me at your choosing. I am not your toy or doll either, I am supposed to be your boyfriend, your lover and yet you treat me like nothing more than one of your servants, your lesser, your underling. Frankly, I'm sick of it." Atobe listened, but didn't seem to take any of it in. He fidgeted and preened himself in a cat like manor, waiting for Jirou to finish his ranting. "KEIGO! LISTEN TO ME!" Atobe looked up from him nails and stared blankly at Jirou.
"See you're still doing it now, you're not listening to a word I say because I'm not talking about you, about your fabulousness, about your skills as a tennis player or your wealth!" Jirou got up and moved to the door, "I have had enough Keigo. I refuse to be treated like this, I deserve better and I will find it elsewhere, because you obviously can't provide me with what I deserve and need." With that Jirou opened the door. He did not get far though. No sooner had the sleepy player taken a step when the door was slammed shut by a heated Atobe, who was now standing squarely behind Jirou, his right hand on the door the other tightly around Jirou's waist. Jirou stood stock still, he had never seen Atobe act like this, the sleepy player chanced a glance at Atobe beautiful face. He was shocked by what he saw, he had never seen the Diva so serious, not even in his tennis matches had he looked as serious as he did now, there was fire in his eyes. They stood looking into each other's faces for a few long minutes.
"What is it that I am not providing you with Jirou?" Atobe asked calming, with a very serious face.
"You treat me like I'm not anyone important to you, as if I am just like everybody else," Jirou replied with a calm tone and serious face to match Atobe's.
"I take it you are referring to me treating you as such around other people particularly our team mates and just now," still maintaining his serious face and calm tone.
"Yes," Jirou replied simply. Atobe watched Jirou for a moment, reading his face and body language. Finally the Hyoutei Queen moved away from the sleepy player. He moved back into the room heading for his bedroom. Jirou faltered for a few moments, unsure as to whether he was supposed to followed Atobe or not or even if he wanted to. When he did not hear any indignant, demanding calls for him to follow Jirou knew he had to make this decision for himself. Should he go to the bedroom and hope to resurrect the relationship and try to solve its problems? or should he leave and leave this demanding relationship behind him? Jirou considered his options carefully before coming to the conclusion that he would hate himself forever if he did not hear what Atobe had to say or see this relationship through. With his decision decided Jirou moved towards the bedroom with confidence that he had made the correct decision.
When he entered the familiar elegant room he noticed that Atobe was standing, staring out of the window, looking pensive. Atobe turned to face Jirou when he came within as few metres. His expression was as serious as it had been by the door. "Jirou, let me ask you when we are alone do you that I am miss treating you?" Jirou thought for a moment.
"No"
"And I have my reasons for doing that. I don't want people, especially the team, to think that I'm favouring you because you are my boyfriend. Also, not many people at Hyoutei know that we are together and I want to keep it that way."
"Why? Are you ashamed that I'm a guy? Embarrassed about what your parents would say if they found out or are you more worried that your precious fan girls will find out and leave you?" Jirou questioned bitterly.
"No, I am not ashamed that you are a guy. I'm also not worried about what my parents would say because they have always had their suspicions about me anyway. As for my fan girls, I don't want them to find out about us because I'm afraid of what they will do to you; you know how vicious and territorial they are. They think that one of them will end up with me and you know they will destroy any relationship I may have with anyone else if it gets in the way of them getting what they want."
"Oh," Jirou could think of nothing more to say. It all kind of made sense now. "So why didn't you tell me in the first place?"
"And miss out on your face. Ore-sama is not stupid and Ore-sama loves your expression when he reprimands you," Atobe couldn't help but give an evil grin. Jirou grab Atobe by the collar of his shirt and shoved him on the bed.
"Oh really, you love to see that face so much do you? Then maybe it's my turn to see that face on you, along with a few other faces I have been dying to see," Jirou breathed seductively. Atobe was intrigued.
"And what faces might this be?" Atobe was enjoying this game.
"Hmm, well considering what you've put me through I think it's only fair that this time we switch places. I have been dying to see what your face would look like when you're being entered by me."
"WHAT?!" Atobe tried to get up. "There is no way Ore-sama would agree to such a thing."
"Really?" Jirou asked with a fake sulk, "and here I was ready to do anything you wanted after I had finished with you." Atobe's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Anything?"
"Anything," Jirou breath, kissing Atobe lightly to emphasise his point. Jirou could tell that it was working, he could see the Diva's mind thinking of all the things he wanted to do to him. He looked like a child in a sweet shop.
"I like what you're offering me, but I believe that stakes on my side are too high, can we not negotiate?" Atobe said softly kissing his way up Jirou's neck until he came upon his favourite spot and set about abusing it to his heart's content. Causing Jirou to let out a gasping moan, as he fought to control the situation. Atobe was a slippery character when it came to negotiating and Jirou wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him by, God knows when another would come along. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, before attempting to detach his lover from his neck. When he had managed to do so he placed his palm squarely on Atobe's chest and pushed him firmly onto the bed where his strong tennis arm kept the Queen. He could tell that this would take a while, but he was prepared to fight his corner and he was determined to get what he desired.
Author's note: I know I'm evil XD. But I know how many of you have been waiting for an update, so I thought I'd post as far as I've got. I need more time to think up some juicy events to continue this side story. Hoping to get it done pretty soon and get back into my stride with my story. P.s. sorry for the long gap, I was at uni and law degrees are hard. Please be patient and I will try to do my best 3