Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 068: Lightning
Title: Water and Electricity
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Atobe Keigo, Hiyoshi Wakashi
Prompt: 068: Lightning
Word Count: 1,419
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The sparks of antagonism between Shinji and Atobe finally take light…in a much different manner than they had thought.
Author's Notes: *headdesks* I completely blame meggiebaby81 for this. Yes, it is before Oishi, in Shinji’s “slut” phase pre-Oishi. Shinji and Hiyoshi are 18 and freshmen in college; Atobe is 20 and a sophomore.
Main table can be found here and here.
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Atobe and Shinji’s relationship had in many ways progressed from their initial meetings. By Shinji’s freshman year of college, they could even manage to coexist in the same room without murdering each other.
However, as Hiyoshi discovered on at least a monthly basis, that period of coexistence lasted about an hour at best. Then the arguments started; polite at first, then escalating, until finally one or the other stormed out, declaring that he could not live in a world where the other existed.
Hiyoshi had grown used to this behavior, and he had even grown to enjoy the arguing, regarding it as a constant source of free entertainment that he took gleeful and shameless advantage of. It was with that in mind that, on an evening that he was supposed to go to Atobe’s for a study session, that Hiyoshi called Shinji and invited him over as well, lying through his teeth and saying that Atobe really had included Shinji in the invitation.
Shinji knew full well that Hiyoshi had been lying, but he was bored, and Atobe provided him endless hours of amusement, too, so he had no problems breezing into Atobe’s penthouse apartment, smirking at the look on Atobe’s face. “You look like you just let the devil in.”
“Ore-sama let an Ibu in. That’s close enough,” Atobe shot back, even as he closed the door behind Shinji.
Shinji rolled his eyes. “We’re back to that damn Ore-sama?”
“Why should Ore-sama address a plebian in a more familiar manner?”
“Because you’re not nearly as special as you like to think you are…Keigo-chan.”
Atobe’s eyes flashed. “What…did you call me?” he asked in a soft, dangerous voice, taking a step closer to Shinji.
Shinji didn’t back down, instead taking another step closer to Atobe. “I called you Keigo-chan. What are you going to do about it?”
Atobe swore he could feel the air crackling around them, and he had to resist turning his head to see the lightning bolts that he believed had to be igniting the air around them. He and Shinji had always been like electricity and water, exploding dramatically, but never mixing well. There was passion there…but always the wrong passion.
Maybe, Atobe reflected, it’s time for a different sort of passion.
“What am I going to do?” Atobe murmured in that same dangerous voice. “I think I will do….”
And Atobe struck, like the lighting he had envisioned himself as, burying his fingers deep in Shinji’s hair, tangling them there as he pulled Shinji’s head forward for a hard kiss.
Shinji stiffened for a moment, on the edge of pulling back in shock and possibly kicking Atobe where it hurt, but the next second found Shinji pressing hard against him, hands tangled in Atobe’s silk shirt as he met the kiss with an equal hunger and passion.
Neither of them had planned the encounter, had even thought of sex involving the two of them, but none of that mattered as Atobe pushed Shinji against a wall, his mouth devouring Shinji’s, his hands leaving Shinji’s hair only to try to get under the annoying clothes that were standing in his way.
Shinji wasn’t about to be a passive player in this electric display of lust, and his hands clawed at the back of Atobe’s shirt before Shinji just gave up and tore at the buttons, shoving the shreds of shirt to the floor.
Atobe pulled back from the drugging kisses for a moment. “That was a fifty-two thousand yen shirt, Shinji.”
Shinji raised an eyebrow, even as he pushed Atobe’s pants to the floor. “Then I did you a favor, because that shirt did nothing for you, and if it were cheap ugliness it wouldn’t be so bad, but the fact that you paid that much for it is worse, and you should either be punished for all of those damn ruffles or have your personal shopper shot-”
Shinji’s voice was cut off by Atobe’s mouth, an almost feral snarl erupting from his lips as he claimed Shinji’s again, taking Shinji’s mouth with an intensity that he wanted to echo with his body, his fingers digging into Shinji’s clothes, reducing them to shreds as repayment for his shirt.
Shinji was beyond complaining, though, wrapping a leg around Atobe’s hips, grinding against him, only breaking the kiss in order to bite and suck his way down Atobe’s neck.
Atobe groaned, lifting Shinji off the floor, pushing him more firmly against the wall and parting Shinji’s thighs, ready to claim him, hard and desperate, before he paused, sanity catching up to him for a moment. “Shinji…I’m not going to take you against the wall like an animal.”
Shinji looked up at Atobe, passion glazing his eyes. “Then take me to bed and be an animal there.”
With a strength that Shinji had no idea that Atobe possessed, Atobe pulled back, tossing Shinji over his shoulder, carting him off to the bedroom and throwing him onto the bed. “If you insist,” he said, a wicked promise in Atobe’s eyes as he covered Shinji’s body with his own.
*~*~*~*~*
Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow as he knocked on Atobe’s door a second time. I know I’m late…but I’m not that late! Did he just get caught up in studying? I didn’t hear screaming, so I guess Shinji didn’t come…shame. With a shrug, Hiyoshi got out his copy of the key that Atobe had given to all of his former Hyotei teammates and let himself in. “Keigo?”
When there was no response, Hiyoshi moved into the living room, promptly tripping over a pair of shoes. Shinji’s shoes. “The hell?” He looked around the room, took in the disordered appearance of the normally immaculate room…and then the shreds of clothing on the floor.
“Shit. Someone finally snapped and committed murder.”
Hiyoshi moved through the penthouse, looking in the kitchen, study, guest bedroom and bathroom before finally approaching Atobe’s room. “Alright, Keigo, where did you hide…the…body….”
His voice trailed off as he looked into Atobe’s bedroom, where Atobe was hiding Shinji’s body-his naked, sweaty, panting, well-ravished body-under Atobe’s own. “Well…damn.”
Shinji’s eyes flew up. “Wakashi! I-this isn’t-we didn’t plan this!” He squirmed under Atobe. “I didn’t want this!”
Atobe glared, pinning Shinji down harder. “That’s not what you were saying when you were screaming and begging for, and I quote, ‘more, please more, never stop.’ Nor was it the impression I got when you were swallowing my entire erection!”
“That’s not what I meant, bastard!” Shinji snapped. “I meant that I didn’t exactly want you before this! I have no idea what happened, but I’ve not been pining for you to fuck me!”
“Are you sure?” Atobe smirked. “To have someone of Ore-sama’s caliber in bed must be a dream come true.”
Shinji bit Atobe’s shoulder. “You think I haven’t had better, you bastard?”
Atobe’s retort was cut off by Hiyoshi’s laughter. “Even after what looks like some great sex,” Hiyoshi’s eyes took in the sheets on the floor, their rumpled states, and the more than one used condom tossed aside, “you’re still at each other’s throats.” He shook his head. “Classic. Still….”
“Still?” Atobe raised an eyebrow.
“You wouldn’t have even really met without me.” Hiyoshi crossed his arms and affected a pout. “And you went and had wild sex and didn’t even invite me.”
Shinji finally managed to push Atobe off him, and he sat up, wincing a little, groping for a sheet. “Wakashi…I told you. We weren’t planning this, and you can’t honestly tell me you’d want-” He paused when he heard something odd. “Wakashi?” Shinji looked up and blushed. “What are you doing?”
Hiyoshi had casually removed his shirt and was in the process of removing the rest of his clothes. “Getting naked. And now…punishing you.” Before Shinji could say another word, Hiyoshi was on the bed, tugging Shinji over his knee and administering several hard spanks to his backside.
Shinji squirmed and yelped. “Wakashi!”
Atobe chuckled, shifting onto his side. “It’s about time someone gave the brat what he deserves.”
“Don’t get too comfortable, Keigo.” Hiyoshi grinned, moved Shinji off his lap, and pulled Atobe into the exact same position and swatting at his rear end. “I’ll kiss it better. If the two of you are good to me, that is….”
Shinji grinned, rising up on his knees to press a firm kiss to Hiyoshi’s lips. “I think that can definitely be arranged.”
No studying got done that night.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Atobe Keigo, Hiyoshi Wakashi
Prompt: 068: Lightning
Word Count: 1,419
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The sparks of antagonism between Shinji and Atobe finally take light…in a much different manner than they had thought.
Author's Notes: *headdesks* I completely blame meggiebaby81 for this. Yes, it is before Oishi, in Shinji’s “slut” phase pre-Oishi. Shinji and Hiyoshi are 18 and freshmen in college; Atobe is 20 and a sophomore.
Main table can be found here and here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Atobe and Shinji’s relationship had in many ways progressed from their initial meetings. By Shinji’s freshman year of college, they could even manage to coexist in the same room without murdering each other.
However, as Hiyoshi discovered on at least a monthly basis, that period of coexistence lasted about an hour at best. Then the arguments started; polite at first, then escalating, until finally one or the other stormed out, declaring that he could not live in a world where the other existed.
Hiyoshi had grown used to this behavior, and he had even grown to enjoy the arguing, regarding it as a constant source of free entertainment that he took gleeful and shameless advantage of. It was with that in mind that, on an evening that he was supposed to go to Atobe’s for a study session, that Hiyoshi called Shinji and invited him over as well, lying through his teeth and saying that Atobe really had included Shinji in the invitation.
Shinji knew full well that Hiyoshi had been lying, but he was bored, and Atobe provided him endless hours of amusement, too, so he had no problems breezing into Atobe’s penthouse apartment, smirking at the look on Atobe’s face. “You look like you just let the devil in.”
“Ore-sama let an Ibu in. That’s close enough,” Atobe shot back, even as he closed the door behind Shinji.
Shinji rolled his eyes. “We’re back to that damn Ore-sama?”
“Why should Ore-sama address a plebian in a more familiar manner?”
“Because you’re not nearly as special as you like to think you are…Keigo-chan.”
Atobe’s eyes flashed. “What…did you call me?” he asked in a soft, dangerous voice, taking a step closer to Shinji.
Shinji didn’t back down, instead taking another step closer to Atobe. “I called you Keigo-chan. What are you going to do about it?”
Atobe swore he could feel the air crackling around them, and he had to resist turning his head to see the lightning bolts that he believed had to be igniting the air around them. He and Shinji had always been like electricity and water, exploding dramatically, but never mixing well. There was passion there…but always the wrong passion.
Maybe, Atobe reflected, it’s time for a different sort of passion.
“What am I going to do?” Atobe murmured in that same dangerous voice. “I think I will do….”
And Atobe struck, like the lighting he had envisioned himself as, burying his fingers deep in Shinji’s hair, tangling them there as he pulled Shinji’s head forward for a hard kiss.
Shinji stiffened for a moment, on the edge of pulling back in shock and possibly kicking Atobe where it hurt, but the next second found Shinji pressing hard against him, hands tangled in Atobe’s silk shirt as he met the kiss with an equal hunger and passion.
Neither of them had planned the encounter, had even thought of sex involving the two of them, but none of that mattered as Atobe pushed Shinji against a wall, his mouth devouring Shinji’s, his hands leaving Shinji’s hair only to try to get under the annoying clothes that were standing in his way.
Shinji wasn’t about to be a passive player in this electric display of lust, and his hands clawed at the back of Atobe’s shirt before Shinji just gave up and tore at the buttons, shoving the shreds of shirt to the floor.
Atobe pulled back from the drugging kisses for a moment. “That was a fifty-two thousand yen shirt, Shinji.”
Shinji raised an eyebrow, even as he pushed Atobe’s pants to the floor. “Then I did you a favor, because that shirt did nothing for you, and if it were cheap ugliness it wouldn’t be so bad, but the fact that you paid that much for it is worse, and you should either be punished for all of those damn ruffles or have your personal shopper shot-”
Shinji’s voice was cut off by Atobe’s mouth, an almost feral snarl erupting from his lips as he claimed Shinji’s again, taking Shinji’s mouth with an intensity that he wanted to echo with his body, his fingers digging into Shinji’s clothes, reducing them to shreds as repayment for his shirt.
Shinji was beyond complaining, though, wrapping a leg around Atobe’s hips, grinding against him, only breaking the kiss in order to bite and suck his way down Atobe’s neck.
Atobe groaned, lifting Shinji off the floor, pushing him more firmly against the wall and parting Shinji’s thighs, ready to claim him, hard and desperate, before he paused, sanity catching up to him for a moment. “Shinji…I’m not going to take you against the wall like an animal.”
Shinji looked up at Atobe, passion glazing his eyes. “Then take me to bed and be an animal there.”
With a strength that Shinji had no idea that Atobe possessed, Atobe pulled back, tossing Shinji over his shoulder, carting him off to the bedroom and throwing him onto the bed. “If you insist,” he said, a wicked promise in Atobe’s eyes as he covered Shinji’s body with his own.
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Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow as he knocked on Atobe’s door a second time. I know I’m late…but I’m not that late! Did he just get caught up in studying? I didn’t hear screaming, so I guess Shinji didn’t come…shame. With a shrug, Hiyoshi got out his copy of the key that Atobe had given to all of his former Hyotei teammates and let himself in. “Keigo?”
When there was no response, Hiyoshi moved into the living room, promptly tripping over a pair of shoes. Shinji’s shoes. “The hell?” He looked around the room, took in the disordered appearance of the normally immaculate room…and then the shreds of clothing on the floor.
“Shit. Someone finally snapped and committed murder.”
Hiyoshi moved through the penthouse, looking in the kitchen, study, guest bedroom and bathroom before finally approaching Atobe’s room. “Alright, Keigo, where did you hide…the…body….”
His voice trailed off as he looked into Atobe’s bedroom, where Atobe was hiding Shinji’s body-his naked, sweaty, panting, well-ravished body-under Atobe’s own. “Well…damn.”
Shinji’s eyes flew up. “Wakashi! I-this isn’t-we didn’t plan this!” He squirmed under Atobe. “I didn’t want this!”
Atobe glared, pinning Shinji down harder. “That’s not what you were saying when you were screaming and begging for, and I quote, ‘more, please more, never stop.’ Nor was it the impression I got when you were swallowing my entire erection!”
“That’s not what I meant, bastard!” Shinji snapped. “I meant that I didn’t exactly want you before this! I have no idea what happened, but I’ve not been pining for you to fuck me!”
“Are you sure?” Atobe smirked. “To have someone of Ore-sama’s caliber in bed must be a dream come true.”
Shinji bit Atobe’s shoulder. “You think I haven’t had better, you bastard?”
Atobe’s retort was cut off by Hiyoshi’s laughter. “Even after what looks like some great sex,” Hiyoshi’s eyes took in the sheets on the floor, their rumpled states, and the more than one used condom tossed aside, “you’re still at each other’s throats.” He shook his head. “Classic. Still….”
“Still?” Atobe raised an eyebrow.
“You wouldn’t have even really met without me.” Hiyoshi crossed his arms and affected a pout. “And you went and had wild sex and didn’t even invite me.”
Shinji finally managed to push Atobe off him, and he sat up, wincing a little, groping for a sheet. “Wakashi…I told you. We weren’t planning this, and you can’t honestly tell me you’d want-” He paused when he heard something odd. “Wakashi?” Shinji looked up and blushed. “What are you doing?”
Hiyoshi had casually removed his shirt and was in the process of removing the rest of his clothes. “Getting naked. And now…punishing you.” Before Shinji could say another word, Hiyoshi was on the bed, tugging Shinji over his knee and administering several hard spanks to his backside.
Shinji squirmed and yelped. “Wakashi!”
Atobe chuckled, shifting onto his side. “It’s about time someone gave the brat what he deserves.”
“Don’t get too comfortable, Keigo.” Hiyoshi grinned, moved Shinji off his lap, and pulled Atobe into the exact same position and swatting at his rear end. “I’ll kiss it better. If the two of you are good to me, that is….”
Shinji grinned, rising up on his knees to press a firm kiss to Hiyoshi’s lips. “I think that can definitely be arranged.”
No studying got done that night.
--The End--