Title: The Imperial Palace Chapter 6
Setting: Strip Club AU.
Rating: Whatever the highest is.
Reason: I've been wanting to write this pair for a long time but never got the chance until now. Atobe is just one of those people who I can pair up with anybody.
Also, I think I lost my ability to write smut so I pre-apologize for the lack of sexyness. D;
Pairing: ROYAL PAIR.
Warnings: Uncreative content, possible OOC-ness, I can't write smut, I can't write a proper Echizen or Atobe, uncomfortable sex against a wooden surface, PONTA, etc.
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns the everything.
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The moment Atobe stepped foot inside his establishment, the famous strip club that went by the name of the Imperial Palace, he immediately sensed that something was off.
No, it wasn't the dancers, still wearing those atrocious military uniforms with the wrongly-colored hats, that were the problem. What was noticeably different was the fact that it was a Wednesday night but there was an obvious influx of people.
And none of those people were requesting performances from his beautiful and marvellous dancers. On the contrary, the crowd was whispering among themselves and girls were giggling and pulling out their cellphones to snap pictures. There was even the occasional man with a professional-looking camera snapping away at something hidden to Atobe's eye.
Atobe didn't have to look to know what – or rather who – was presently sitting at the bar and attracting so much attention. There was only one person who could do such a thing.
"He only came in like five minutes ago and already the place is crowded," Muhaki informed Atobe. "They'll flood the place like last time," he complained, pouting.
"Would you like me to get security and backup help to handle the situation?" asked Shiraishi.
Atobe shook his head. "No need. We'll just limit the numbers coming in so tell the bouncers to carefully check anyone they let in and to deny entry once we get full. Also, anyone who doesn't buy and just sits there gawking will be escorted out," said Atobe. God, this always causes a mess. But if Atobe played his cards right, then everyone staying would have to purchase something, which meant a good profit for him. Atobe smiled at his plan. He was so smart. Of course he was; he was the great Atobe Keigo.
The dancers stood on the sidelines, staring as Atobe sparkled and glowed as he always did whenever he thought of himself as awesome.
"Hey, boss," said Mukahi, shaking Atobe's shoulder.
Atobe was snapped out of his reverie. He cleared his throat. "You, go inform the bouncers and bodyguard of the changes," he said to Mukahi. "And you go call Fuji and Yukimura. We'll be needed extra help today," he told Shiraishi, who nodded and ran off to call his work friends. "And you," he pointed to Zaizen. "Go alert the crowd that anyone who disrupts or loiters around will be escorted out. Then go help Tezuka at the bar." Zaizen nodded, not even looking up from his phone as he went off in the direction of the crowd.
Atobe leaned back, regarding the situation calmly. Wrongly styled outfits could make him go off on a rage but this was definitely something he could handle. He adjusted his own tie, matching perfectly with his dark silver suit and stunningly gorgeous hair, and approached the bar. He was jostled by a few customers, some pushing and shoving and one nearly spilling his beer all over Atobe's front. Atobe wrinkled his nose in disgust but still managed to make his way through.
Predictably, he found the young man seated at the bar. The two seats on either side of the young man were empty despite the number of people surrounding him. No doubt everyone was too shy or overwhelmed from being in the presence of such a celebrity to actually gather the courage to take a seat beside him.
Atobe helped himself, sitting on the empty chair and signalling Tezuka to get him some of his expensive French wine.
"You always cause such a fuss each time you show up," drawled Atobe. The young man next to him stirred, golden eyes looking right at Atobe's direction. Atobe smirked. "Congratulations on your victory in the Australian Open by the way."
"It's a bit late for that, isn't it? The Australian Open was over a month ago," said the golden-eyed man. Although the man was young and quite short, that tiny body actually held the title of tennis world champion with half a dozen Grand Slam gold medals under his name. Yes, only Echizen Ryoma, the most famous tennis player in the world, could attract so much attention so fast.
Echizen gulped down his drink, a disgusting mix of Ponta and fruit brandies. Atobe grimaced. He made sure the bar was always stocked with Ponta for the tennis player as Echizen was a regular when he wasn't off winning tennis tournaments around the world. However, that didn't mean Atobe approved of mixing cheap sugary grape juice with fruity alcoholic beverages. No, Atobe had much better taste than that.
Either way, Atobe was no fool and would not chase out the tennis player regardless of what he drank. Atobe knew the profit and attention given to his club rose greatly whenever Echizen came for a visit. That was why Echizen was treated as the guest with the highest importance. The only thing Atobe hated was the gawking fans and the sounds of clicking camera from all directions, probably paparazzi following Echizen around again.
Zaizen and Jackal had began dispersing the crowd a little so the people weren't a stifling mass of heat around them. A few more aggressive ones who very much wanted to see Echizen were escorted out. And by escorting, Atobe meant being grabbed by the collar and thrown out the front door.
"Boss." Shiraishi re-appeared next to him. "I contacted Fuji and Yukimura. Fuji will be here shortly. Yukimura is on his way too but he may take a while getting here as he was on a date."
"Good," said Atobe, dismissing Shiraishi with a nod. He turned to Echizen. "Your favourites are coming soon. Will you be picking Fuji again?"
Echizen didn't reply immediately. Every time Echizen came, he made sure to request a dance from one of the employees. Atobe knew for a fact that Echizen had danced with all the erotic strippers in the club at least once, but Fuji was the one most often requested. It was no surprise: Fuji was not the most popular stripper in the club for no reason.
"Actually, I'm in the mood for something different today," said Echizen. His eyes held a mischievous gleam, which was never a good sign. Atobe knew rejecting Echizen's offers was not something smart to do, no matter how outrageous they might be.
"What sort of different?" asked Atobe, cautious. "I'm afraid we haven't hired any new dancers since you last came."
"Heh… is that so?" said Echizen. The smaller man continued looking at Atobe in that unnerving way. "Either way, you wouldn't want me to get bored here, now would you?"
"Get to the point," demanded Atobe, putting his foot down. Pro tennis player or not, Atobe was not going to be wrapped around this man's little finger like some common servant.
Echizen twisted so that he was facing Atobe. He was smirking, a cocky and infuriating smile that Atobe was sure meant nothing good for him. "Won't you dance for me, Monkey King?" asked Echizen.
Atobe blinked in surprise before throwing his head back and laughing loudly. "Not in a million years, brat," he said. Tezuka brought his glass of wine right on time. Atobe sipped from it, dearly hoping that Echizen was joking.
But Echizen appeared completely serious about it, his face holding no hints that he was kidding.
"Tell me you're joking," said Atobe.
"Not at all." Echizen leaned his head on his propped up arm. "I told you I'm in the mood for something different, so why not? Do you not have any confidence in your body?"
"All my assets are magnificent and praise-worthy, far more so than anyone else," said Atobe proudly. "You'll have to work much harder than that to gain the privilege to see me strip."
"Hmm… am I not worthy of your time?" asked Echizen, his voice holding an almost curious tone. "Or perhaps you already have enough men at your disposal. You certainly have a list of fine young men working for you."
That comment made something snap inside of Atobe.
"Just what are you implying, brat?" asked Atobe, his eyes a steel ice like his voice. He met Echizen's challenging gaze. "I don't sleep with my employees. I don't know where you could have possibly heard such a thing."
Echizen was doing this on purpose, thought Atobe. The cocky tennis player was practically asking for it. It was infuriating how Echizen thought he could just waltz in here and take what he wanted. Atobe itched to teach him a lesson, to show him that things would not go his way. Atobe was the boss here, dammit, not some stuck-up tennis idiot.
Atobe smiled, an upturn of lips meant for deception. "Echizen-kun, perhaps you'd like to talk somewhere more private, away from these people?" he said, pointing to the crowd surrounding them.
Echizen raised an eyebrow, suspicious for a second. "Private?"
"Yes. I have my office here on the second floor. The wine up there is so much finer than down here," purred Atobe, inviting. His fingers touched Echizen's shoulder, a teasing graze. "Won't you join me?"
Echizen smirked, clearly thinking he was getting exactly what he wanted. He pushed his Ponta away and slide out of his barstool. Atobe did the same, nodding at the bartender and strippers to keep on working while he was upstairs with Echizen.
A few people stopped Echizen on the way, some for autographs and others to take pictures. Echizen didn't say no to any of them, smiling for the camera and signing whatever paper and/or body parts his fans gave him. Atobe waited patiently, tapping his foot against the floor even when a small line-up formed in front of Echizen.
That won't do, thought Atobe, frowning.
Atobe slid behind Echizen, putting a hand on the tennis player's shoulder. "I'm sorry everyone, but Echizen Ryoma has business to take care of," announced Atobe to the crowd of fans and photographers. A few groaned and voiced complains and begged for just a picture. Echizen gave them apologetic looks and followed Atobe to the hidden staircase that led upstairs to Atobe's office.
"You certainly are more popular than the last time I saw you," said Atobe.
"Yes, winning your seventh Grand Slam will do wonders for your popularity," said Echizen, walking close behind the boss.
"You'll be busy soon I assume? Tennis season is coming up," said Atobe.
"Yup. The French Open is next on the list. Wimbledon and the U.S. Open are close afterwards," said Echizen. "My coach won't be letting me rest for a while." He sounded sour about it, as if winning tournaments were such a chore to do. "Have you watched any of my games lately, Monkey King?"
"I watched the first half of your semi-finals in Australia," replied Atobe. It had been quite impressive but Atobe was not about to say that. He was the great Atobe Keigo; he did not compliment others on their success.
"Here we are," said Atobe, pulling out his keys and unlocking the only door in the entire upstairs hallway.
"You have a nice setup here. No neighbours," said Echizen. "Doesn't the loud music get distracting when you are doing office work?" The thump of the loud music could still be heard, even up here.
Atobe's grin was sly. "This room serves many purposes, not only office work. Do come in." Atobe indicated for Echizen to enter the room. The smaller man did just that with Atobe following closely behind him and closing the door behind them.
The room could not really be called an office in Echizen's opinion. Sure, there was the carved mahogany desk by the large window, but the rest was more like a luxury suite. Echizen would never have guessed that such a room would exist inside such an ordinary-looking building.
There was a large couch along the side, next to bookshelves. The couch looked plush and was of a deep royal purple color, the same as the curtains and the carpet. The opposite side of the room held a small bar, complete with shiny wine glasses and a wine cellar. The chandelier on the ceiling was elaborate and impressive, but not as much as the enormous painting Atobe had of himself on the wall.
"Heh, who would have though such a room existed in this building," said Echizen. He ran his hand along the soft pillows on the couch, looking at the book titles along the shelves. "This is quite the office."
Atobe made his way to the bar counter, grabbing two crystal glasses and a red wine bottle, pouring it with practiced ease. He went to Echizen's side, handing him one glass.
"It's a Château Haut-Brion. Only the finest," said Atobe, clanging their glasses together.
"A what now?"
Atobe sighed, as if utterly disappointed at Echizen's lack of knowledge about wine brands. "It's French," was all Atobe added before he drank. "Ideally I would serve an excellent on-tray to match the wine's voluptuous aroma, but I suppose we'll simply have to do without it for today."
Ryoma carefully took a sip and grimaced at the taste. Ungrateful brat, thought Atobe.
"It's quite an office you have here," continued Echizen. He abandoned his glass on the bookshelf, leaving it there to soak up some dust. He moved on to the desk, which was lying right in the center of the room. The desk held nothing more than a lamp, few papers and writing utensils. Echizen turned back and flashed a look at Atobe. "Do you spend a lot of time here?"
"Not recently, no," replied Atobe.
"Hm…" Both of Echizen's palm were lying flush on the surface of the desk, his back to Atobe. Atobe's eyes trailed lower, looking at the smaller boy's firm behind and tight leg muscles that stuck out from under his shorts. Atobe vaguely wondered if Echizen's stamina would be as good in bed as it was on the tennis field. Atobe drained his glass and stepped closer to Echizen.
The tennis player could feel Atobe approaching but he did not turn around. Instead he shifted his face sideways, flashing a coy smile at Atobe. "This room certainly is… private," Echizen said in a husky whisper. His head edged closer to Atobe's. "So what other uses does this room have?"
Echizen licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, his mouth suddenly very close to Atobe's. He was about to inch closer went he instead felt Atobe gripping his arm behind his back, almost painfully. Echizen tried moving only to be rewarded by a painful squeeze to his arm.
"Behave," warned Atobe, pressing Echizen down so that he was bended over the desk. Atobe's grip didn't falter even as he stopped to admire how helpless Echizen looked, his shirt riding up and his ass just begging to be touched.
Echizen smirked, wriggling against Atobe's hold and pressing back to grind against him. "Is that all you've got, Monkey King?" asked Echizen, taunting.
"You really are asking for it," growled Atobe. His other hand went to Echizen's hip and immobilized it too. Any hesitation he had quickly flew away at the sight of Echizen's far too willing body. His hand trailed along Echizen's clothed ass, giving it a firm squeeze. It had been a while since he had brought someone back to this room… perhaps Echizen would not be a bad partner.
Echizen appeared calm but Atobe could notice an increase pace in his breathing and a glazed over look in his eyes that showed just how excited he really was. Echizen wriggled again, pressing against Atobe's hold while making a small wanton sound.
Atobe pressed their hips together, leaning over Echizen to whisper in his ear. "Well well, aren't you an eager little slut?"
"Hmph. You won't be able to satisfy me like this," said Echizen. "Whatever happened to the so-called magnificent skills you've always boasted about?"
Atobe thought that Echizen was being rather cheeky for someone bent and trapped over a wooden desk. "You're hardly in any position to talk right now, Echizen-kun," he whispered. Atobe's hand leaned around Echizen's waist, cupping the front of the young man's short. He gave a hard, almost painful squeeze, making Echizen open his mouth in a silent gasp. Encouraged by the lack of rejection, Atobe ventured further and roamed inside the pants, lightly stroking the hot flesh. He felt it hardening in his hand.
Echizen's mouth was clamped shut, his teeth biting his bottom lip in an attempt to conceal any noises that were about to escape his throat. Atobe accepted the challenge, rolling the smaller's cock between his fingers.
"So you're going to stay quiet in the end, hm?" said Atobe. He was not oblivious to the way Echizen's breathing was sped up, his hips trembling from the effort to not rock into that hand. "How long do you think you can keep it up?"
Echizen merely stared determinedly at a paper under his head. "This… this is nothing," he said, his voice strained. "Bring it on."
"Don't lie. I can feel how wet you've become," said Atobe. He let go of Echizen's arm, pleased when Echizen kept it in place. He worked at unbuttoning his suit's buttons. God forbid he got his clothes dirty or wrinkled from this. All the while, his hand never ceased diligently pleasing Echizen's arousal. It was becoming apparent that Echizen was fighting a losing battle. As time went on, the sensations were intensifying. Echizen was soon full out panting, his cheek flushed pink against the desk.
Atobe's grin was smug. He purposely slowed down until he was moving at a torturously sluggish pace. Echizen resorted to desperately humping Atobe's hand for more.
"Bastard," Echizen gritted. His nails scraped against the wood. Atobe hoped it wouldn't leave actual nail marks; that polished desk was quite pricey.
"You talk big, but you aren't very resistant to these types of stimulations, hm?" Once Atobe had thrown his jacket on the couch, he leaned over to press biting kisses along the back of Echizen's neck. "Just give in," Atobe whispered in Echizen's ear and then biting the appendage.
"As if you are any better," hissed Echizen. He pressed his hips back against Atobe's groin, feeling a distinctive bulge in that area. "I can feel you pressing against me, Monkey King. You don't have much self-control either."
Atobe tightened his grip. He stroked as hard and fast as he dared, surprising Echizen. The tennis player did moan this time, collapsing on the desk and unable to utter any coherent words. He felt Echizen's muscles becoming rigid, his thrusts desperate. Within a minute Echizen was coming, crying out and soaking Atobe's hand with his seed.
Atobe pulled his hand back, smiling smugly. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers meticulously as Echizen lay slumped against the desk. It didn't take long for Echizen to turn around, evidently still in the mood for more. Echizen sat up on the desk, facing Atobe and looking as infuriatingly cocky as ever.
Atobe scowled. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to sit on other people's desks?"
"I hope that wasn't all you had in mind for today," said Echizen, ignoring Atobe's comment. "It will take much more than that to satisfy me." His foot came up, nudging between Atobe's thighs.
Pushing Echizen's foot aside, Atobe took a step forward and crashed his lips against Echizen's. It was a sensual battle of lips and tongues with neither of them backing down. Echizen was rough, biting at Atobe's increasingly swollen lips. The tennis player's arms wrapped around Atobe's neck and his legs around Atobe's hips so that they were in full contact with each other. Echizen certainly put up convincing arguments, thought Atobe.
Well, since Echizen was so willing, Atobe decided he might as well devour the plate set before him. He pushed Echizen back down on the desk, this time with Echizen looking straight up at him, his legs spread like some wanton whore.
"Like what you see?" asked Echizen with half-lidded eyes. Atobe stopped himself from snorting in order to rid Echizen of his pants in one slick motion.
"If you think that's impressive, then you will be awed at the sight of ore-sama's magnificent body," said Atobe. He began stripping the remainder of his clothes, unbuttoning his ironed shirt and loosening his tie, baring his torso to the world.
Even if Echizen would never admit it out loud, he had to admit Atobe's bragging had its reasons. Atobe obviously worked out, judging from his toned chest and tight thighs that were slowly being exposed to him. Echizen was immobilized, staring at every inch of skin that was being revealed.
Having his body stripped of clothes seemed to make Atobe glow even more. He knew he was gorgeous. He knew his body was a statuesque perfection. Atobe smirked, wrapping a hand around his own erection and stroking at a languid pace.
"Amazed at ore-sama's perfection, ahn?" asked Atobe. Echizen realized his mouth was open so he closed it, shaking himself out of his stupor.
"Hmph. What perfection?" retorted Echizen.
Atobe's smirk widened. He leaned in close, pressing their naked arousals together and nearly making Echizen moan out loud. "You'll see my magnificent skills in action soon enough. My prowess is second to none," Atobe whispered huskily.
Before Echizen could put in a snarky remark, Atobe's hand fisted both their erection together, slickening them in pre-come. Echizen choked on a gasp.
"Still hard, hm?" said Atobe, rubbing his thumb along the sensitive tip and then going back down to pump it slowly. The light touches drove Echizen wild. The tennis player no longer bothering to conceal his voice as his head thrashed from side to side. Even he could not deny how skilled Atobe's fingers were in dealing the right touches in the right places. Echizen could feel the heat building inside him, hotter than before.
Then Echizen's eyes flew open when he felt his legs being raised.
"What are you doing?" demanded Echizen, seeing Atobe putting his ankles on broad shoulders.
Atobe smiled, his hand leisurely petting Echizen's hip and then lowering to the cleft of his butt. Echizen sucked in a breath.
"Ore-sama should get the same satisfaction out of this, don't you agree? Being the only one to come isn't very polite to your partner," said Atobe. He decided that he had enough of waiting and stuck one dry finger into Echizen without warning.
Echizen welped and cringed, but he took it without complaint. He soon took in the second finger when Atobe began scissoring as well. He wasn't about to cry and back out now. No, then Atobe would win. Echizen Ryoma did not lose at anything whether it was a tennis match or sex. Echizen gave himself a mental note to bring lube next time. One of the downfalls of spontaneous sex was having to use an insufficient amount of pre-come as lubrication.
"God, just put it in," said Echizen after Atobe had inserted a third one. He could feel the three fingers squelching in and out of him without much trouble. He pressed back against them, asking for more.
Atobe looked down, seeing his fingers disappearing back and forth within the puckered flesh. It was an arousing sight, especially when the hole twitched wildly when he pulled his digits out.
"My my, if only your fans could see you like this," said Atobe, running his hands up Echizen's thighs. "Spreading your legs and moaning like a whore."
Echizen glared and kicked Atobe, telling him to get on with it. Atobe finally obliged, grabbing his own member and pumping it a few times. He then leaned forwards, pressing the tip against Echizen's twitching entrance.
"Lucky you; you get to be the first tennis world champion I take," said Atobe. "Consider it an honour."
"I'm overwhelmed with gratitude," came Echizen's sarcastic reply. "And I'll do more than kick you if you don't hurry up." Geez, his back was already feeling sore from lying on the hard desk and Atobe had decided upon some maddeningly long foreplay. Echizen wriggled against him, trying to pull him inside, glaring into the Monkey King's face at the same time.
Then finally, in one sharp and sudden move, Atobe plunged in, burying himself in fully and nailing Echizen's prostate dead on. Echizen screamed, his toes curling and his whole body trembling.
"Is that what you wanted?" asked Atobe. He clenched his teeth, feeling the tight heat that surrounded him. It was so good and Atobe had to restrain himself from just pushing out and back in at a rabid pace.
"Well don't stop!" cried out Echizen, feeling that Atobe was completely still within him, only slightly grazing that bundle of nerves deep inside. "Move, damn it!"
Atobe did move, retreating out at the slowest speed possible. Echizen wailed, his cock stirring against his stomach. He snapped at Atobe, yelling at him to get on with it or else he would grab his clothes and go downstairs, where there were dozens of fans who would gladly throw themselves on the nearest bed for him without a moment's hesitation. Once Atobe was nearly out, he jerked his hips back in, starting a punishing pace that had Echizen mewling and gasping. He was hard and rough, giving Echizen exactly what he wanted and shutting up any complaints the smaller had.
And then Atobe slowed down again. Echizen groaned, feeling a sticky pool of pre-come dripping onto his stomach. The brutal pace had been bliss, good enough to keep Echizen from making any coherent sentences for a few minutes.
"Monkey King…" whispered Echizen. His hand reached up, touching a solid chest and moving down until he felt the place where they were connected. Atobe twitched inside him. "God, just… hurry, pl-" Echizen bit his lip, realizing that he had been about to plead to that damn diva. Never in a million years.
Atobe's voice was husky, a low purr that was so undeniably sexy. "What is it, brat?" he asked. "Tell me what you want."
Echizen growled, his glare less than impressive with the massive flush coating his body. "You won't make me beg, idiot."
"Oh?" Atobe thrust back in a few times, assaulting the other's sweet spot before stilling yet again in a torturous pace. "We'll see about that."
Echizen felt like his whole body was hypersensitive, gleaming with a light coat of sweat and just begging to be touched. He tried pressing his hips back but Atobe countered his move, pulling back at the same time. Atobe then grabbed Echizen's wrists, pinning them against the desk, above the tennis player's head. Echizen was, in every definitely of the word, screwed.
He squirmed but Atobe's grip was relentless; he knew he was trapped. Those cool eyes stared at Echizen, patiently waiting for Echizen to plead. Atobe made sure to move, slowly with the occasional violent thrust that had Echizen shaking and panting for a few seconds.
"I can keep doing this for a long time, you know," said Atobe.
"B-Bastard…" Echizen cursed his small stature. His body was completely pinned down. He could feel his peak approaching then retreating, a growing tide just waiting to reach its limit. Echizen wouldn't beg… he wouldn't… but as Atobe repeated the antagonizing cycle with Echizen finding no way out of it, the idea of pleading started sounding better and better.
No... Don't give in. That's exactly what Atobe wants you to do, he thought, internally screaming at himself to keep his guard up. But again, his hazy, lust-ridden mind couldn't think of a way out of this that didn't involve spending hours pinned down against the wooden desk. Atobe seem one hundred percent serious about keeping him here for as long as necessary.
"Che…" groaned Echizen, feeling his pride slipping out of his grasp as minutes ticked by. Atobe thrust slowly, grazing his sweet spot over and over. Echizen's muscles tightened and loosened, back and forth.
"Yes?" asked Atobe.
Don't stop," pleaded Echizen, his eyes rolling back. "Don't… stop… ahh."
Atobe soon accepted that that was as close to begging as he would get. That and there was also the fact that Echizen's clenching muscles felt amazingly tight on his cock. Atobe knew he wouldn't last long as this rate. However, he would definitely not be the one to orgasm before the cocky little brat.
Atobe gave in to the gripping need, letting go of Echizen's wrists to hold his waist as he plunged in and out. Echizen moaned, his fingers moving up to touch Atobe's sculpted chest, then clinging to equally built arms like his life depended on it.
Neither lasted long with Atobe assaulting the smaller's sweet spot and his hand soon moving up to stroke Echizen's swollen erection, determined to make Echizen finish before him. Within a few strokes, Echizen came, shooting jets of white between their stomachs. Atobe barely had to time to hope none had landed on his desk and papers before he was coming as well, spraying scalping heat inside Echizen.
They lay there panting for a few seconds, Atobe practically collapsed over Echizen, both of them feeling sticky and sweaty. Echizen cringed when he tried to move, knowing his ass and back would be extremely sore tomorrow during practice. Good thing he wasn't in the middle of an important tournament or something. Other than that, Echizen could only hope that Atobe was hiding a huge shower somewhere in his building.
"Move, you're heavy," said Echizen, pushing at Atobe's chest. His back really wanted to get the hell off the desk now. Atobe did just that and Echizen sat up, cringing at the strain on his lower back. "Next time, the couch is the better option."
The comment made Atobe flip his hair back and glow with pride. "Ah, yes, of course you would want a next time. After all, ore-sama's prowess is only the best. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if my schedule has the space for you. I'm very busy, you see."
"Who says I want a next time," said Echizen, scowling. "If this prowess you talk about involves pinning people to desks and not listening to them, then I'll pass." He got up and bent down to pick up his clothes.
"Oh I know you enjoyed it," muttered Atobe under his breath.
Feeling dehydrated, Echizen found his abandoned wine glass and swallowed it all in one shot, grimacing at the taste. Alcohol was only good when mixed with Ponta in his opinion. He looked at himself in the large mirror that was behind the door. Immediately, he realized that he was in a very bad situation.
"A bunch of fans and photographers saw me go upstairs with you," Echizen said, trying and failing at fixing his hair. "Going back down with these wrinkled clothes would start a scandal."
"Not to mention the kiss marks on the back of your neck," added Atobe. Echizen glared back at him, his hand clasping his exposed neck. Atobe continued, "I can let you borrow spare clothes if you wish."
Echizen snorted. "Leaving with you and coming back downstairs in new clothes. The paparazzi will love it." Sometimes being the best tennis player in the world was such a hassle, especially when he had a list of people following him around and trying to get every last detail on his private life.
Atobe rolled his eyes. "Then stay until closing time. Then you can sneak downstairs and exit through the back door."
Echizen sighed. "No good either. It will seem like I stayed overnight with you," he said. Either way, Echizen knew some rumours were bound to start up about him again.
"Not my problem. I distinctly remember it was you who starting flirting with me and chose to follow me upstairs. Now do leave; I have work to do here," said Atobe. He did have to go back down and supervise his employees. He was the boss.
Echizen smirked. "Oh, but it is your problem. If a scandal starts, you're in it with me, Monkey King. Your picture will be all over magazines."
Atobe's facial expression turned into a horrified one, full of realization that Echizen was right. There had been many photographers downstairs; many of whom had probably taken a picture of him and Echizen talking then retreating upstairs.
"On the bright side, maybe your establishment will get more popular once it happens." Echizen finished putting on the remainder of his clothes. If his mussed up hair and clothes didn't do it, then the bite marks on his neck would. Those photographers never missed a single detail when it came to Echizen's life.
At least there was a bright side to all this, which was inconveniencing Atobe. Echizen snickered and exited the room, waving good-bye to the frozen man. Revenge would be sweet.
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