For Julie. <3
Late, blah, blah. Lawl. ♥ For d-angel777
Title: Arrogance
Pairing: AtoRyo (quite possibly RyoAto, actually. >.O)
Rating: PG, probably...
Notes: Er... yeah. I don't like writing this pairing. XD
Atobe was absolutely furious. He dare that little brat not... not bow down and worship Ore-sama immediately? He glowered down at Echizen, looming over the smaller boy, arms crossed. Ryoma snorted disinterestedly and casually reached up and flicked Atobe's nose. The taller boy spluttered helplessly and touched his nose. His NOSE! No one did that to Ore-sama! No one! Except, of course, that Ryoma already had. That, Ore-sama dismissed easily, was unimportant. "You're starting to match your clothes," Echizen gestured vaguely at Atobe's face, and then his purple shirt. Having started to change colour with rage, the boy suddenly paled for the same reason. He wasn't going to let this green-haired little monster get to him. Ore-sama blithely ignored the fact that Ryoma, once again, already had.
Instead, Atobe stalked forward to physically force Ryoma into submission which, had Kabaji been present, he wouldn't normally do. But really, he was left with no other options, was he? The thin body shook, as Atobe slammed Ryoma into a wall, and the boy grunted with the impact, cap falling off. And yet, still, he smirked at Atobe. Atobe wondered if the smirk was just a natural expression. Ryoma leaned forward as much as he could with Atobe pinning him to the wall, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Atobe's mouth with enough tongue to imitate an enthusiastic puppy. Atobe's eye twitched. "You..." he growled in a low voice.
"Oooh," Ryoma cut him off with a smirk, "Do that again," he leered, implying that he liked it. Ew. Did he-? He did, didn't he?! Atobe gaped at this outrageous behaviour and in the meantime, Ryoma had wriggled out of the other boy's grasp and started to saunter off. Atobe lunged -elegantly- after him, but before he could say anything, the other boy got there first. "Running after me? Well, aren't you desperate?" Atobe was torn between freezing to disprove that theory, and tearing the younger boy from limb to limb anyway. Elegantly, of course.
The Hyoutei captain was saved the decision when suddenly Ryoma draped his arms around Atobe's neck -like they belonged there, the assuming little thing!- and his body was up close on tiptoe to make up the height. "Mm, silenced," he said in a rather smug way. Atobe tried to push the younger boy away, but Ryoma latched onto his hair. His precious HAIR! He stopped struggling immediately. As he thought about it, Atobe realised that this was the most he'd ever heard the boy speak. Scary.
"What do you- mmphrgh!" 'Want' remained unspoken, as Echizen's soft, pouty lips crashed into his not-unwilling-but-never-admittedly-willing mouth. Oh. That's what he wanted. Atobe helped him to balance, putting his arms around the smaller waist.
Echizen pulled back, a rather wicked look in his eyes, as Atobe eyed that small, wet mouth. "Mada mada dane," the boy drawled, putting his cap back on and walking away. Atobe immediately strode imperiously towards the boy. How DARE he?! He was going to prove Echizen wrong on that one, right now. He swept the smaller boy up in his arms, failing to see Echizen's little smirk as he did so.
Title: Arrogance
Pairing: AtoRyo (quite possibly RyoAto, actually. >.O)
Rating: PG, probably...
Notes: Er... yeah. I don't like writing this pairing. XD
Atobe was absolutely furious. He dare that little brat not... not bow down and worship Ore-sama immediately? He glowered down at Echizen, looming over the smaller boy, arms crossed. Ryoma snorted disinterestedly and casually reached up and flicked Atobe's nose. The taller boy spluttered helplessly and touched his nose. His NOSE! No one did that to Ore-sama! No one! Except, of course, that Ryoma already had. That, Ore-sama dismissed easily, was unimportant. "You're starting to match your clothes," Echizen gestured vaguely at Atobe's face, and then his purple shirt. Having started to change colour with rage, the boy suddenly paled for the same reason. He wasn't going to let this green-haired little monster get to him. Ore-sama blithely ignored the fact that Ryoma, once again, already had.
Instead, Atobe stalked forward to physically force Ryoma into submission which, had Kabaji been present, he wouldn't normally do. But really, he was left with no other options, was he? The thin body shook, as Atobe slammed Ryoma into a wall, and the boy grunted with the impact, cap falling off. And yet, still, he smirked at Atobe. Atobe wondered if the smirk was just a natural expression. Ryoma leaned forward as much as he could with Atobe pinning him to the wall, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Atobe's mouth with enough tongue to imitate an enthusiastic puppy. Atobe's eye twitched. "You..." he growled in a low voice.
"Oooh," Ryoma cut him off with a smirk, "Do that again," he leered, implying that he liked it. Ew. Did he-? He did, didn't he?! Atobe gaped at this outrageous behaviour and in the meantime, Ryoma had wriggled out of the other boy's grasp and started to saunter off. Atobe lunged -elegantly- after him, but before he could say anything, the other boy got there first. "Running after me? Well, aren't you desperate?" Atobe was torn between freezing to disprove that theory, and tearing the younger boy from limb to limb anyway. Elegantly, of course.
The Hyoutei captain was saved the decision when suddenly Ryoma draped his arms around Atobe's neck -like they belonged there, the assuming little thing!- and his body was up close on tiptoe to make up the height. "Mm, silenced," he said in a rather smug way. Atobe tried to push the younger boy away, but Ryoma latched onto his hair. His precious HAIR! He stopped struggling immediately. As he thought about it, Atobe realised that this was the most he'd ever heard the boy speak. Scary.
"What do you- mmphrgh!" 'Want' remained unspoken, as Echizen's soft, pouty lips crashed into his not-unwilling-but-never-admittedly-willing mouth. Oh. That's what he wanted. Atobe helped him to balance, putting his arms around the smaller waist.
Echizen pulled back, a rather wicked look in his eyes, as Atobe eyed that small, wet mouth. "Mada mada dane," the boy drawled, putting his cap back on and walking away. Atobe immediately strode imperiously towards the boy. How DARE he?! He was going to prove Echizen wrong on that one, right now. He swept the smaller boy up in his arms, failing to see Echizen's little smirk as he did so.