RP Log: Atobe, Ryoma
Who: Atobe and Ryoma.
What: Monkey King vs the brat. In kissing, among other things. PG13. :x
When: A day or so after Atobe met Ryoga?
Where: Wine cellar, kitchen.
Ryoma stared around him, looking at the racks of wine before him. He wondered how he managed to find the wine cellar when he was looking for the bathroom, but then again he always managed it. The door had slammed close behind him and when he tried he was unable to open it, so he had to sit around and wait for someone's help. It was cold in the wine cellar, he noticed as a shiver wrecked through his body, and he stared at the wine even more. Those things would warm him up, if only he could reach them. And for some reason he really didn't want to get out of there so that he would be warmer.
If he retraced his steps properly, this was the first place he went to the night before. Atobe hoped that he would find his watch in there, though the chances of that were slim... next to nothing maybe, the chaos had started after they had left the cellar, but it was always good to be optimistic, right? At anyrate, he was not going back to the haunted hallway, gold watch, or no gold watch . The cellar was locked as usual. So that meant he was not running into company this time around. That thought was almost dissappointing. Almost. He pulled the door open and it creaked rather ominiously. Stepping inside he looked around for the light switch, only to spot an all too famous and familiar small figure...
Squinting as the light came on, Ryoma turned and was for once glad to see Atobe. Well, he usually was because it mean at least a challenge, but that didn't mean he couldn't annoy him on at it. Today he cleverly kept quiet, not wanting to be locked back in the cold place. He shivered once more, getting up with some difficulty due to stiff limbs and staring at the other curiously. "What are you doing here?" he asked, frowning as his teeth chattered. Was it really so cold in here? It didn't seem that bad when he was sitting in the corner huddled up.
"Nani? It's the younger Echizen this time...? " So apparently the wine place was some sort of hangout for the Echizens? A light frown flashed across his face, the question wasn't what he was doing here, but rather... "What are you doing here?" he completely ignored Ryoma's question. He hoped Ryoma wasn't here for the same reason as his brother. The kid was way too underage for that. And he was....shivering? So the brat could shiver too....? It was a welcome sight from the normal snarky version actually....
"I asked you first," Ryoma retorted, not replying to Atobe's question either. He quite wanted to go over to the Monkey King and steal some warmth, and he did, walking over to Atobe and hugging him without any explanation. Atobe would probably freak out, which made it all the more amusing even if he really wanted that body heat. If he was lucky he wouldn't get pushed away.
"So...? " Atobe arched a fine brow, his expression a cross between amused and lightly smirky.... The level of amusement rose when the brat walked over and decided to cling to him, "And what do you think you are doing?" he didn't push away as he would have done to any normal inferior mortal..... Mostly because he had comer to learn that the Echizen's were a bunch or rather interesting breed of creatures... er..people. Not that it took a genius to figure out what Ryoma was doing. Of course that didn't mean he would pass the chance of asking, for the general sake of being annoying...
"Hugging you, stupid. You can't even figure out something as simple as this," Ryoma muttered, burrowing against Atobe's chest despite himself. He didn't really care who it was at the moment - he would have done the same if the person who came in was Akutsu, though Atobe was better than some he could think of. Atobe smelt nice though, probably because of cologne or some other kind of scented toiletry. Figuring that Atobe would push him away for the last comment he made, the brat tightened his arms, sighing at the warmth.
"Ore-sama can see that. " Atobe rolled his eyes, "I meant what do you think you are doing hugging Ore-sama." He supposed he should rephrase himself so that the others simple brain could process it better. Ryoma had better appreciate how considerate he was being here. Not only was he letting the brat cling to his glorious self, but he was also explaining himself in simpler Japanese. Yes, he really was considerate....
Finding himself not pushed away at all, Ryoma blinked and looked up. "You're warm, so I'm stealing your heat," he said, feeling more like himself already. Which also meant that he was in the mood to annoy Atobe again.
"Don't you think it would be better if you just learn how to dress appropriately? " Atobe sighed softly. Reasoning with kids was not one of his strongest points, truth be told. That and Ryoma seemed to have a strange track of thinking. "Stealing is not a good trait. So the heat is free - just for today though...."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" No one had ever complained about how he dressed, not even his senpais during the few outings they had. The smaller boy also didn't see what was so inappropriate about a polo shirt and knee-length pants. He grinned slightly when Atobe said that the heat was free, wiping the expression off his face when he realized that he was grinning at Atobe, the Monkey King.
"I meant dressing for the weather." So apparently, he was going to have to provide an explanation for pretty much everything. "There is a reason why you are feeling cold in the first place you know...." he smirked. Not that he was complaining too much, he had been bored before, and this was entertaining.
"Who the heck wears thick clothing inside a mansion?" Ryoma was wondering if the other was stupid. He tucked his hands in Atobe's pockets, not having any sense of personal space at all. Or rather, it was fine if he breached someone else's personal space, but not vice versa. Somehow he didn't seem to be doing a very good job of annoying Atobe,. Then again, he didn't want to annoy him too badly when counting on him for warmth. "You're warm," he commented, having to hold back a monkey remark.
"........." He was not quick at coming with a smart retort to that, mostly because... well, was he supposed to comment on that in the first place? "Yes, I am. " Atobe paused, "And Ore-sama is not your personal heater you know..." A light frown played on his lips as he felt small hands wriggle their way into his pockets. He did not recall giving permission for anything other than clinging....
"I'll give you Ponta," Ryoma said, like it made a difference. He was probably the only person who could be bribed by the drink; Atobe probably didn't even like it. Truthfully he was thawed enough to go up to his own room and get a shower to warm up even more, but he liked the warmth Atobe was emitting. And it was fun to make him annoyed like this. Smirking playfully, he wriggled his fingers.
"What is Ponta.....?" It didn't sound like anything rare and expensive. At the very least, he could not recall hearing of anything like that. And the logic was simple - if he did not know of it, then it was not important. He shifted as Ryoma's fingers almost tickled, "And you should stop doing that...."
The question made Ryoma grab at Atobe's flesh under his pockets as his fingers clenched up into a fist to prevent himself from bursting out in laughter. ".....You don't know what Ponta is?!" That was impossible. Everyone knew Ponta. Ryoma looked up at Atobe, blinking. He hoped that Monkey King was only joking.
"No." Atobe shrugged " I thought I made myself perfectly clear the first time..." His eyes widened when the other's fingers lightly clutched at skin, "And if I didn't know better, I'd say you are interested in molesting me. " he muttered, half amused after his initial surprise had settled. Seriously..... First the random ghost, and now this.
Ryoma blinked, quickly drawing his hands from Atobe's pockets with a blush. He reached up to tug at his cap, only to find no cap and sulked at that. "Ne, let's go," he said, grabbing Atobe's wrist and tugging him out the cellar.
"Go where?" Atobe didn't make an effort to move. To begin with, why had he come down here in the first place? Right, look for lost watch. It would not do good to deviate from the original purpose. He was not making an effort to move, but that did not mean Ryoma was not pulling him outside, "You know I have not yet agreed......"
"Ponta," the boy said, as if explaining everything. He tugged harder, grunting softly as Atobe had the advantage of size. "I'll let you have the grape one if you're good."
Ponta again? "So want to introduce me to Ponta...?" Atobe moved this time, glancing back at the wine cellar, "Fine. " He shook his head. His curiosity about the Ponta thing had been piqued... And it was not often that he had Ryoma tugging him God knows where anyway...
Tugging the larger male into the kitchen, Ryoma raided the fridge. He had hidden all the grape Ponta deep inside, and he dug one out for Atobe, handing it over. Of course, he made sure to shake it a little as well. He stepped away from Atobe, pretending to see what else was in the fridge.
"This is Ponta?" Atobe spoke in disbelief. Seriously, wasn't that just.... "Its just commoners canned soda." he frowned lightly, turning the cold can in his hand, "And it has artificial flavoring, added color...." the light frown only deepened.... "You are not actually expecting Ore-sama to drink this...."
"Che." Taking the can, Ryoma tapped the top so that the gas would settle before opening it for himself and sipping. He looked over at Atobe, wondering if he really wasn't going to drink. "Mada mada da ne."
"You shouldn't be drinking too much of that either. " Atobe almost rolled his eyes again. Once again, the rookie seemed to have completely missed the point of his generous explanation, "Find something healthier..." he sighed softly.
"Heeeeh. Is Monkey King worried for my health?" Ryoma said, pushing the can in Atobe's hands even as he taunted him and urging him to drink. If this didn't work he was going to feed him mouth-to-mouth, so the third year had better drink now.
"No." Atobe furrowed his brow, distracted by the can in his hand. Right, what was that still doing in his hand anyway? "That was general good advice." he added, placing the can on the counter beside. Advice which was going to be wasted, he could see.
Sulking slightly, Ryoma picked the can up from the counter and took a large sip. He went over to Atobe, reaching up to pull him down before he could gather strength to push him away and pressed their lips together. There, now Atobe had no choice but to taste the beverage. Purple Ponta dribbled down their chins, but the boy didn't care. They could clean that up later. He nudged his tongue, forcing his way into Atobe's mouth to make sure he swallowed and failed. He grinned, trying something he used to get Karupin to swallow her medicine when she was sick; he stroked Atobe's throat so that the other would swallow.
".........!" Even if he took one thing at a time, his mind could not react nearly quick enough, so one moment he was standing, placing the can aside, if he remembered correctly... And the next moment he was being tugged down, and the moment next to that it was all lips on lips, or grape on lips to be specific? That was a distinctive strong taste. And the drink was dribbling down their chins, he could grimace at that. But he had no time to. His eyes widened at the unauthorized entry of the others togue, and while his tongue fought back, he had little choice but to swallow when a small hand stroked his throat...He pulled away soon after, "That... was terrible..." he fumed, wiping away at his chin.
Ryoma only watched with an amused smirk, enjoying the fact that he had riled Atobe up. He had just noticed, but he didn't seem to enjoy annoying anyone else as much as Atobe. "But at least you tried it before you gave an opinion," he said.
"........." Was there any point in testing and trying what he already knew? "I knew even before trying." He took a few sips of cold water to get rid of the taste, it was way too sweet for his liking. And way too artificial. The thought that he had allowed that liquid to pollute his body that much annoyed him.
Watching Atobe, the boy finished up the can of Ponta. He couldn't help wondering if Atobe meant that the Ponta was terrible or him kissing (well, not exactly a kiss but still technically a kiss) was. "...Ne, you meant that the Ponta was terrible, right?"
"Yes. " Another sip of water, and it was finally working. Of course. " Not completely, but somewhat. That was good enough for now... "Surely you cannot be dense enough to not comprehend that....." He trailed off. Or wait. "Or what were you thinking?" he turned to Ryoma, a bit amused.
The boy didn't answer, only flushing and peeking into the fridge again to hide his red cheeks. "Nothing."
Right. Atobe opened the fridge door wider (how he loved his height advantage), fingers lightly brushing against the other's "The kissing could some use improvising too. " he shrugged a light smirk painted on his face, "Oh well, you are still young...."
"...Che. I don't want to kiss a monkey king anyway," Ryoma commented sulkily, cheeks still pink. Atobe had turned the tables on him and was making fun of him instead, and naturally he didn't like it. Ownage was only fun if you were the one doing it and not experiencing it. "And I'm only two years younger."
"Oh~" Now that was an interesting comment, wasn't it? Atobe turned to face Ryoma, placing his index finger under the other's chin, and tilting it up, so that the brat was facing him, "Excuse me for saying, but you seemed pretty eager just then when you were doing the kissing. " he withdrew his finger, letting Ryoma's head drop, light smirk painted on his face.
"I was feeding you Ponta because you refused to drink properly." He wasn't kissing Monkey King. Though it was technically a kiss. But his intention wasn't to kiss Atobe anyway. Ryoma stopped his thoughts before he confused himself, looking away once more. "Che."
"Yes, and you just heard Ore-sama's opinion on the situation. " Atobe ruffled Ryoma's hair absently, mostly because it was comfortable to do so. Actually he would have prefered tugging on Ryoma's cap, but then the brat was not wearing the cap, so this would have to suffice...
Ryoma made an annoyed noise before smoothing his hair so it wouldn't stick out in all angles. "I kiss just fine," he said petulantly, looking up at Atobe. His gaze was almost challenging, as if daring Atobe to say otherwise. Though, it was Atobe; he wouldn't be surprised if the other did say otherwise.
As a senior Atobe supposed it wouldn't hurt to teach the juniors a thing or two... Or course he was not Ryoma's direct senpai or anything, but on the island, it was a bit of a diffrent story anyway. That and he had a feeling the brat did not plan on shutting up anytime soon... So he simply bent down, wrapping one arm in a tight hold around Ryoma's very slender waist, lightly crushing lips on lips, cupping Ryoma's face with his free hand so that he could tilt the other's face as he wanted.
"Nn!" The boy pushed at Atobe initially, surprised at the sudden action. When he realized what was going on, he relaxed in Atobe's hold, fists clenching in the expensive fabric of his shirt and tugging him closer. He wasn't losing to Atobe, kissing back and licking at Atobe's bottom lip, nudging his way in. A monkey was not going to beat him in anything if he could help it.
Atobe smirked into the kiss. He had expected the brat to struggle anyway.... Ok, so that was a decent enough struggle. And it wouldn't be interesting otherwise... The hand around Ryoma's waist now wrapped around his shoulders, and Atobe tilted the brats chin backwards, tongue pushing against the other's, and slowly sliding against lips, and into the brats small mouth, while his free hand trailed slid down Ryoma's face, fingers coming to linger on the exposed skin of his neck.
Ryoma allowed his head to be tilted, curling his tongue round Atobe's and sucking lightly. He couldn't help the small mewling sound that escaped him, nor the slight shiver of his body, which caused the boy to curse his traitorous teenage body. Not wanting to be outdone, he snaked a hand up to the back of Atobe's neck, kneading the flesh lightly and resisting the urge to pinch the other.
Atobe smirked into the kiss; that was exactly what he wanted to hear, and it just got a wee bit wider when he felt the brat shiver in his arms. Yes that was exactly what he had wanted to feel..... And the hand on his neck felt nice too. It was rubbing just the way he would have preferred... He leaned into the kiss. Wait. That was not supposed to happen. Ah, so the kitten had claws....His teeth grazed Ryoma's bottom lip, and his fingers glided on skin, inching near the collar bone.
Gasping into the kiss, Ryoma frowned slightly as he felt Atobe smirk into the kiss. He tilted his head up a little more, the kneading of Atobe's neck turning to soft ticklish strokes. Moving his other hand to Atobe's hair, he ran his finger along the shell of his ear, feeling satisfied that he hadn't reacted much to the teeth against his lower lip earlier.
So, this required a change of tactics? It was funny how it was starting to become reminiscent of a tennis match....Atobe's hand slid lower to lightly cup the brats rear, it was not really a conscious action - just extremely convenient, as he further deepened the kiss. His lungs were burning now, and somewhere in his mind, he was registering it too... But his body was not willing to stop. If anything, the brats little gestures were fueling him more; not necessarily a good thing at the moment.
Ryoma's cheeks burned as he felt a hand on his bottom, and he squirmed against the hand. Idly, he thought that the kitchen wasn't really the place for this, and hoped no one came along. He tilted his head and inhaled shakily, feeling the lack of oxygen but stubbornly refusing to be the first to pull away. A soft moan made itself known, and the boy wasn't sure if it was him or the other, though the pitching was a little high, too high for it to be Atobe.
The faint muffled sound was almost a bit shrill to hear...And he needed oxygen now... but...Atobe's fingers slipped under the hem of Ryoma's shirt, skin felt good to touch right now. That and he was not going to lose here...And his eyes widened a bit when he did register this was becoming something entirely different from the simple lesson in kissing that he had intended. Well, the brat must have learned plenty by now. In fact the brat seemed to have done more than just learning, if anything, Ryoma seemed to be picking up... Not that he would admit it out loud in a million years. And he broke off the kiss before things could get twisted further.
Cheeks flushed, the smaller male stared at Atobe, panting harshly. He hurriedly smirked and looked smug. "Heh. Not bad," he said, even though it was much more than that. Atobe didn't need his ego stroked, so it was best to keep from him that he liked his kissing. "Ponta doesn't taste so bad on me, ne?"
Atobe's eyes narrowed at the compliment, or rather lack of it. "There was a distinctive reduction in the sweetness so yes. " he smirked lightly as his counter. Of course the thing had tasted almost just as sweet inside Ryoma's mouth, but then he was so not obliged to admit that he had liked it that way.
"Heh." Ryoma looked over once more, pulling Atobe down and pressed his own lips to the other's, just because he could. "You never told me why you were at the wine cellar."
"I was looking for my watch. " Atobe's voice was a bit muffled against the brat's lips, but then it was Ryoma who had asked for the explanation in the first place. Right. He had been completely sidetracked from that objective. That could almost make him frown. But then the distraction was decent enough for him to not.
"Eeeh." The boy moved away from Atobe and pulled out something from his pocket, holding it up as the watch sparkled against the lights of the kitchen. He had found it hidden under one of the shelves, only having found it thanks to his sharp eyes. "I found this in the wine cellar," he said, holding it firmly in his hand.
"........." Ah, so the brat had gotten to his watch, before him. While he didn't really fancy that thought, it did spare him the effort of actually looking for it, so he supposed he didn't have much reason for complaint.. "Yes, that would be Ore-sama's long lost watch..." Not that long lost really, "I'll take that..." he started tugging it from the other's hold.
"Iya da." Ryoma pulled it from Atobe's grasp. Of course he wasn't just going to give the watch up so easily when he could annoy Atobe with it. After all the island was boring and Atobe was a source of entertainment no mater what. "I found it so I get to keep it."
"Omae......" Atobe's left eyebrow twitched very faintly. To the untrained eye it would be invisible. After all he did have considerable experience in dealing with just about all varieties of nuisances, especially the migraine inducing types.... "Stealing is a crime for minors too you know..."
"Tell me that when there are actually policemen around. And I picked it up, not stole it," the brat said, looking very smug now. He kept the watch back in his pocket, walking out of the kitchen and scurrying off, wondering where he could go now. This would keep him occupied for a bit. Maybe until Atobe caught him or he got tired.
"If you don't return it to its rightful owner, it will be considered the same as stealing. " Atobe rolled his eyes, following after the brat out of the kitchen, to wherever he was headed. He wanted to keep his own watch if he could help it, thank you very much. He caught the brat's scrawny neck by the collar, "Now. " he spoke with as much patience as he could muster, "Hand it over."
"Iya da!" Ryoma winced as the hand on his collar as it made it hard to breath. He pushed at Atobe and tried to get out of the hold, his shirt rising as he tried to slip it off. Che, this wasn't entertaining at all. "If I give it back you're just going to go off and leave me without any entertainment again!"
"Oh~?" Well that was interesting, wasn't it? " You were looking for entertainment?" Atobe bent low, his voice a husky whisper in Ryoma's ear, while his hand slowly slid down in the brats pockets, closing around the watch, grabbing it back.
Ryoma gritted his teeth at the hand in his pocket, telling himself not to press against it. He couldn't help shivering as Atobe spoke into his ear; the Monkey King always had a very sexy voice. "...Aa. It's boring here."
"That it is. " Atobe agreed, drawing back and wearing his watch, "And you are decent entertainment. " he smirked, again patting the brat's head. Actually, he kind of preferred the feel of soft hair rather than that cap.
"But I can't entertain myself," Ryoma said sulkily, leaning into the hand slightly with a small purr before pulling away quickly, putting up an annoyed look even as he looked embarrassed. Now he was going to lose his source of entertainment since Atobe had no more reason to stay around to play with him. He started thinking of things he could do after the Monkey King left. Maybe another round of searching for Karupin and getting lost. "It's boring to play with myself."
"........" The brat must be putting a considerable effort into being cute or what? "And so you decided you could play with Ore-sama?" he raised his brow in half disbelief, half amusement. "You know there are not many thing to play in the first place..."
"Because Monkey King is entertaining. Somewhat," the boy continued, still sulking. He had been searching for Karupin so often that he wanted something else to do. Looking at Atobe, he wondered if him acting cute would work, tugging on the other's hand. If anything it would annoy the Hyotei captain. Hopefully. "Neeee~ Atobe, play with me!"
"Even if you say that...." Atobe shook his head. Play as in? They could get their tennis rackets, but then it was getting dark... The tennis courts should be lit of course. So that wouldn't be a problem... But.. Oh well.
Ryoma tugged some more. There hadn't been anyone interesting to play with except Fuji-senpai, whom he didn't want to go near. Yagyuu was good company who didn't bother him, but the gentleman had his own boyfriend to spend time with too. But now there was Atobe. "Hiro-chan's too busy to play with me. And I hardly see anyone else."
"Hiro-chan.....?" Who was Hiro-chan anyway? There were people he didn't know of on this island? Atobe supposed that was possible. It was a big island, and taking all players into consideration it was not a small number. "Get your racket. " he glanced into a watch, "We can play a light rally."
.....Rally? Ryoma frowned. Was the Monkey King dense or what? Though he definitely wanted tennis matches too. "...I'm not talking about tennis, idiot."
"........" Not talking about tennis? For Atobe playing had always been more or less synonymous to tennis. The only other type of playing was... well, that, but....But surely the brat was not talking about that. He stared at the shorter boy. Or was he? "Can you explain what type of play you might be talking about....?" It was better to ask, right? To be clear on the whole thing...?
The boy nearly rolled his eyes. If he wasn't talking about tennis, then there was only one kind of playing he could be referring to, right? Of course he was talking about playing, like kids. He pressed himself against Atobe once more, feeling cold again. "If it's not tennis there's only one other kind right?"
"........." Indeed, Atobe thought. And that was completely out of question, "Excuse me out of that. " Atobe shook his head in faint disbelief, "Ore-sama is not interested in playing those kind of games with little kids." He shrugged. Sure it would be a highly entertaining way of killing time. But still....
Ryoma blinked, not getting what the other was talking about. "What does me being a kid have to do with games?" Wasn't it better because he was a kid?
"........" So why was he stuck here explaining all the little details to a horny kid? "You really are eager, aren't you?" he spoke amused. Whether that was a good thing, or not so good thing.... he was not exactly concerned with those little things.
"...Yeah? I'm bored enough to be desperate," Ryoma said, frowning a little at the other. He just wanted someone to entertain him, and Atobe popped up, so too bad for him. Sulking, he looked up, wondering if Atobe was going to say that he didn't play with common people who weren't at his status. "I'm more than qualified to play with you."
"Really?" Atobe stared at the brat amused, "Don't get too ahead of yourself, rookie." He smirked lightly. The people qualified to play tennis with him were far and few to begin with, "Tezuka is qualified to play with me." he shrugged, meaning it both ways, that was an interesting prospect both ways, "Catch up with him first, won't you?"
"Che. You're not so entertaining after all," Ryoma complained, removing himself from around Atobe to head back to his room. This was getting stupid anyway. "Then again monkeys aren't entertaining. They're stupid and vain."
"Monkeys don't have anything to do with Ore-sama. " Atobe simply watched, amused as the brat let go and started walking God knows where. There went his source of entertainment. That thought could almost disappoint, but then he supposed it was all for the greater good anyway.
Ryoma was already gone by then, on his way back to his room. He made an annoyed sound. Initially, he had set out to irritate the Monkey King, but now it seemed as if he was the one who had been irritated instead. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he clicked his tongue. "Che. Mada mada da ne."
What: Monkey King vs the brat. In kissing, among other things. PG13. :x
When: A day or so after Atobe met Ryoga?
Where: Wine cellar, kitchen.
Ryoma stared around him, looking at the racks of wine before him. He wondered how he managed to find the wine cellar when he was looking for the bathroom, but then again he always managed it. The door had slammed close behind him and when he tried he was unable to open it, so he had to sit around and wait for someone's help. It was cold in the wine cellar, he noticed as a shiver wrecked through his body, and he stared at the wine even more. Those things would warm him up, if only he could reach them. And for some reason he really didn't want to get out of there so that he would be warmer.
If he retraced his steps properly, this was the first place he went to the night before. Atobe hoped that he would find his watch in there, though the chances of that were slim... next to nothing maybe, the chaos had started after they had left the cellar, but it was always good to be optimistic, right? At anyrate, he was not going back to the haunted hallway, gold watch, or no gold watch . The cellar was locked as usual. So that meant he was not running into company this time around. That thought was almost dissappointing. Almost. He pulled the door open and it creaked rather ominiously. Stepping inside he looked around for the light switch, only to spot an all too famous and familiar small figure...
Squinting as the light came on, Ryoma turned and was for once glad to see Atobe. Well, he usually was because it mean at least a challenge, but that didn't mean he couldn't annoy him on at it. Today he cleverly kept quiet, not wanting to be locked back in the cold place. He shivered once more, getting up with some difficulty due to stiff limbs and staring at the other curiously. "What are you doing here?" he asked, frowning as his teeth chattered. Was it really so cold in here? It didn't seem that bad when he was sitting in the corner huddled up.
"Nani? It's the younger Echizen this time...? " So apparently the wine place was some sort of hangout for the Echizens? A light frown flashed across his face, the question wasn't what he was doing here, but rather... "What are you doing here?" he completely ignored Ryoma's question. He hoped Ryoma wasn't here for the same reason as his brother. The kid was way too underage for that. And he was....shivering? So the brat could shiver too....? It was a welcome sight from the normal snarky version actually....
"I asked you first," Ryoma retorted, not replying to Atobe's question either. He quite wanted to go over to the Monkey King and steal some warmth, and he did, walking over to Atobe and hugging him without any explanation. Atobe would probably freak out, which made it all the more amusing even if he really wanted that body heat. If he was lucky he wouldn't get pushed away.
"So...? " Atobe arched a fine brow, his expression a cross between amused and lightly smirky.... The level of amusement rose when the brat walked over and decided to cling to him, "And what do you think you are doing?" he didn't push away as he would have done to any normal inferior mortal..... Mostly because he had comer to learn that the Echizen's were a bunch or rather interesting breed of creatures... er..people. Not that it took a genius to figure out what Ryoma was doing. Of course that didn't mean he would pass the chance of asking, for the general sake of being annoying...
"Hugging you, stupid. You can't even figure out something as simple as this," Ryoma muttered, burrowing against Atobe's chest despite himself. He didn't really care who it was at the moment - he would have done the same if the person who came in was Akutsu, though Atobe was better than some he could think of. Atobe smelt nice though, probably because of cologne or some other kind of scented toiletry. Figuring that Atobe would push him away for the last comment he made, the brat tightened his arms, sighing at the warmth.
"Ore-sama can see that. " Atobe rolled his eyes, "I meant what do you think you are doing hugging Ore-sama." He supposed he should rephrase himself so that the others simple brain could process it better. Ryoma had better appreciate how considerate he was being here. Not only was he letting the brat cling to his glorious self, but he was also explaining himself in simpler Japanese. Yes, he really was considerate....
Finding himself not pushed away at all, Ryoma blinked and looked up. "You're warm, so I'm stealing your heat," he said, feeling more like himself already. Which also meant that he was in the mood to annoy Atobe again.
"Don't you think it would be better if you just learn how to dress appropriately? " Atobe sighed softly. Reasoning with kids was not one of his strongest points, truth be told. That and Ryoma seemed to have a strange track of thinking. "Stealing is not a good trait. So the heat is free - just for today though...."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" No one had ever complained about how he dressed, not even his senpais during the few outings they had. The smaller boy also didn't see what was so inappropriate about a polo shirt and knee-length pants. He grinned slightly when Atobe said that the heat was free, wiping the expression off his face when he realized that he was grinning at Atobe, the Monkey King.
"I meant dressing for the weather." So apparently, he was going to have to provide an explanation for pretty much everything. "There is a reason why you are feeling cold in the first place you know...." he smirked. Not that he was complaining too much, he had been bored before, and this was entertaining.
"Who the heck wears thick clothing inside a mansion?" Ryoma was wondering if the other was stupid. He tucked his hands in Atobe's pockets, not having any sense of personal space at all. Or rather, it was fine if he breached someone else's personal space, but not vice versa. Somehow he didn't seem to be doing a very good job of annoying Atobe,. Then again, he didn't want to annoy him too badly when counting on him for warmth. "You're warm," he commented, having to hold back a monkey remark.
"........." He was not quick at coming with a smart retort to that, mostly because... well, was he supposed to comment on that in the first place? "Yes, I am. " Atobe paused, "And Ore-sama is not your personal heater you know..." A light frown played on his lips as he felt small hands wriggle their way into his pockets. He did not recall giving permission for anything other than clinging....
"I'll give you Ponta," Ryoma said, like it made a difference. He was probably the only person who could be bribed by the drink; Atobe probably didn't even like it. Truthfully he was thawed enough to go up to his own room and get a shower to warm up even more, but he liked the warmth Atobe was emitting. And it was fun to make him annoyed like this. Smirking playfully, he wriggled his fingers.
"What is Ponta.....?" It didn't sound like anything rare and expensive. At the very least, he could not recall hearing of anything like that. And the logic was simple - if he did not know of it, then it was not important. He shifted as Ryoma's fingers almost tickled, "And you should stop doing that...."
The question made Ryoma grab at Atobe's flesh under his pockets as his fingers clenched up into a fist to prevent himself from bursting out in laughter. ".....You don't know what Ponta is?!" That was impossible. Everyone knew Ponta. Ryoma looked up at Atobe, blinking. He hoped that Monkey King was only joking.
"No." Atobe shrugged " I thought I made myself perfectly clear the first time..." His eyes widened when the other's fingers lightly clutched at skin, "And if I didn't know better, I'd say you are interested in molesting me. " he muttered, half amused after his initial surprise had settled. Seriously..... First the random ghost, and now this.
Ryoma blinked, quickly drawing his hands from Atobe's pockets with a blush. He reached up to tug at his cap, only to find no cap and sulked at that. "Ne, let's go," he said, grabbing Atobe's wrist and tugging him out the cellar.
"Go where?" Atobe didn't make an effort to move. To begin with, why had he come down here in the first place? Right, look for lost watch. It would not do good to deviate from the original purpose. He was not making an effort to move, but that did not mean Ryoma was not pulling him outside, "You know I have not yet agreed......"
"Ponta," the boy said, as if explaining everything. He tugged harder, grunting softly as Atobe had the advantage of size. "I'll let you have the grape one if you're good."
Ponta again? "So want to introduce me to Ponta...?" Atobe moved this time, glancing back at the wine cellar, "Fine. " He shook his head. His curiosity about the Ponta thing had been piqued... And it was not often that he had Ryoma tugging him God knows where anyway...
Tugging the larger male into the kitchen, Ryoma raided the fridge. He had hidden all the grape Ponta deep inside, and he dug one out for Atobe, handing it over. Of course, he made sure to shake it a little as well. He stepped away from Atobe, pretending to see what else was in the fridge.
"This is Ponta?" Atobe spoke in disbelief. Seriously, wasn't that just.... "Its just commoners canned soda." he frowned lightly, turning the cold can in his hand, "And it has artificial flavoring, added color...." the light frown only deepened.... "You are not actually expecting Ore-sama to drink this...."
"Che." Taking the can, Ryoma tapped the top so that the gas would settle before opening it for himself and sipping. He looked over at Atobe, wondering if he really wasn't going to drink. "Mada mada da ne."
"You shouldn't be drinking too much of that either. " Atobe almost rolled his eyes again. Once again, the rookie seemed to have completely missed the point of his generous explanation, "Find something healthier..." he sighed softly.
"Heeeeh. Is Monkey King worried for my health?" Ryoma said, pushing the can in Atobe's hands even as he taunted him and urging him to drink. If this didn't work he was going to feed him mouth-to-mouth, so the third year had better drink now.
"No." Atobe furrowed his brow, distracted by the can in his hand. Right, what was that still doing in his hand anyway? "That was general good advice." he added, placing the can on the counter beside. Advice which was going to be wasted, he could see.
Sulking slightly, Ryoma picked the can up from the counter and took a large sip. He went over to Atobe, reaching up to pull him down before he could gather strength to push him away and pressed their lips together. There, now Atobe had no choice but to taste the beverage. Purple Ponta dribbled down their chins, but the boy didn't care. They could clean that up later. He nudged his tongue, forcing his way into Atobe's mouth to make sure he swallowed and failed. He grinned, trying something he used to get Karupin to swallow her medicine when she was sick; he stroked Atobe's throat so that the other would swallow.
".........!" Even if he took one thing at a time, his mind could not react nearly quick enough, so one moment he was standing, placing the can aside, if he remembered correctly... And the next moment he was being tugged down, and the moment next to that it was all lips on lips, or grape on lips to be specific? That was a distinctive strong taste. And the drink was dribbling down their chins, he could grimace at that. But he had no time to. His eyes widened at the unauthorized entry of the others togue, and while his tongue fought back, he had little choice but to swallow when a small hand stroked his throat...He pulled away soon after, "That... was terrible..." he fumed, wiping away at his chin.
Ryoma only watched with an amused smirk, enjoying the fact that he had riled Atobe up. He had just noticed, but he didn't seem to enjoy annoying anyone else as much as Atobe. "But at least you tried it before you gave an opinion," he said.
"........." Was there any point in testing and trying what he already knew? "I knew even before trying." He took a few sips of cold water to get rid of the taste, it was way too sweet for his liking. And way too artificial. The thought that he had allowed that liquid to pollute his body that much annoyed him.
Watching Atobe, the boy finished up the can of Ponta. He couldn't help wondering if Atobe meant that the Ponta was terrible or him kissing (well, not exactly a kiss but still technically a kiss) was. "...Ne, you meant that the Ponta was terrible, right?"
"Yes. " Another sip of water, and it was finally working. Of course. " Not completely, but somewhat. That was good enough for now... "Surely you cannot be dense enough to not comprehend that....." He trailed off. Or wait. "Or what were you thinking?" he turned to Ryoma, a bit amused.
The boy didn't answer, only flushing and peeking into the fridge again to hide his red cheeks. "Nothing."
Right. Atobe opened the fridge door wider (how he loved his height advantage), fingers lightly brushing against the other's "The kissing could some use improvising too. " he shrugged a light smirk painted on his face, "Oh well, you are still young...."
"...Che. I don't want to kiss a monkey king anyway," Ryoma commented sulkily, cheeks still pink. Atobe had turned the tables on him and was making fun of him instead, and naturally he didn't like it. Ownage was only fun if you were the one doing it and not experiencing it. "And I'm only two years younger."
"Oh~" Now that was an interesting comment, wasn't it? Atobe turned to face Ryoma, placing his index finger under the other's chin, and tilting it up, so that the brat was facing him, "Excuse me for saying, but you seemed pretty eager just then when you were doing the kissing. " he withdrew his finger, letting Ryoma's head drop, light smirk painted on his face.
"I was feeding you Ponta because you refused to drink properly." He wasn't kissing Monkey King. Though it was technically a kiss. But his intention wasn't to kiss Atobe anyway. Ryoma stopped his thoughts before he confused himself, looking away once more. "Che."
"Yes, and you just heard Ore-sama's opinion on the situation. " Atobe ruffled Ryoma's hair absently, mostly because it was comfortable to do so. Actually he would have prefered tugging on Ryoma's cap, but then the brat was not wearing the cap, so this would have to suffice...
Ryoma made an annoyed noise before smoothing his hair so it wouldn't stick out in all angles. "I kiss just fine," he said petulantly, looking up at Atobe. His gaze was almost challenging, as if daring Atobe to say otherwise. Though, it was Atobe; he wouldn't be surprised if the other did say otherwise.
As a senior Atobe supposed it wouldn't hurt to teach the juniors a thing or two... Or course he was not Ryoma's direct senpai or anything, but on the island, it was a bit of a diffrent story anyway. That and he had a feeling the brat did not plan on shutting up anytime soon... So he simply bent down, wrapping one arm in a tight hold around Ryoma's very slender waist, lightly crushing lips on lips, cupping Ryoma's face with his free hand so that he could tilt the other's face as he wanted.
"Nn!" The boy pushed at Atobe initially, surprised at the sudden action. When he realized what was going on, he relaxed in Atobe's hold, fists clenching in the expensive fabric of his shirt and tugging him closer. He wasn't losing to Atobe, kissing back and licking at Atobe's bottom lip, nudging his way in. A monkey was not going to beat him in anything if he could help it.
Atobe smirked into the kiss. He had expected the brat to struggle anyway.... Ok, so that was a decent enough struggle. And it wouldn't be interesting otherwise... The hand around Ryoma's waist now wrapped around his shoulders, and Atobe tilted the brats chin backwards, tongue pushing against the other's, and slowly sliding against lips, and into the brats small mouth, while his free hand trailed slid down Ryoma's face, fingers coming to linger on the exposed skin of his neck.
Ryoma allowed his head to be tilted, curling his tongue round Atobe's and sucking lightly. He couldn't help the small mewling sound that escaped him, nor the slight shiver of his body, which caused the boy to curse his traitorous teenage body. Not wanting to be outdone, he snaked a hand up to the back of Atobe's neck, kneading the flesh lightly and resisting the urge to pinch the other.
Atobe smirked into the kiss; that was exactly what he wanted to hear, and it just got a wee bit wider when he felt the brat shiver in his arms. Yes that was exactly what he had wanted to feel..... And the hand on his neck felt nice too. It was rubbing just the way he would have preferred... He leaned into the kiss. Wait. That was not supposed to happen. Ah, so the kitten had claws....His teeth grazed Ryoma's bottom lip, and his fingers glided on skin, inching near the collar bone.
Gasping into the kiss, Ryoma frowned slightly as he felt Atobe smirk into the kiss. He tilted his head up a little more, the kneading of Atobe's neck turning to soft ticklish strokes. Moving his other hand to Atobe's hair, he ran his finger along the shell of his ear, feeling satisfied that he hadn't reacted much to the teeth against his lower lip earlier.
So, this required a change of tactics? It was funny how it was starting to become reminiscent of a tennis match....Atobe's hand slid lower to lightly cup the brats rear, it was not really a conscious action - just extremely convenient, as he further deepened the kiss. His lungs were burning now, and somewhere in his mind, he was registering it too... But his body was not willing to stop. If anything, the brats little gestures were fueling him more; not necessarily a good thing at the moment.
Ryoma's cheeks burned as he felt a hand on his bottom, and he squirmed against the hand. Idly, he thought that the kitchen wasn't really the place for this, and hoped no one came along. He tilted his head and inhaled shakily, feeling the lack of oxygen but stubbornly refusing to be the first to pull away. A soft moan made itself known, and the boy wasn't sure if it was him or the other, though the pitching was a little high, too high for it to be Atobe.
The faint muffled sound was almost a bit shrill to hear...And he needed oxygen now... but...Atobe's fingers slipped under the hem of Ryoma's shirt, skin felt good to touch right now. That and he was not going to lose here...And his eyes widened a bit when he did register this was becoming something entirely different from the simple lesson in kissing that he had intended. Well, the brat must have learned plenty by now. In fact the brat seemed to have done more than just learning, if anything, Ryoma seemed to be picking up... Not that he would admit it out loud in a million years. And he broke off the kiss before things could get twisted further.
Cheeks flushed, the smaller male stared at Atobe, panting harshly. He hurriedly smirked and looked smug. "Heh. Not bad," he said, even though it was much more than that. Atobe didn't need his ego stroked, so it was best to keep from him that he liked his kissing. "Ponta doesn't taste so bad on me, ne?"
Atobe's eyes narrowed at the compliment, or rather lack of it. "There was a distinctive reduction in the sweetness so yes. " he smirked lightly as his counter. Of course the thing had tasted almost just as sweet inside Ryoma's mouth, but then he was so not obliged to admit that he had liked it that way.
"Heh." Ryoma looked over once more, pulling Atobe down and pressed his own lips to the other's, just because he could. "You never told me why you were at the wine cellar."
"I was looking for my watch. " Atobe's voice was a bit muffled against the brat's lips, but then it was Ryoma who had asked for the explanation in the first place. Right. He had been completely sidetracked from that objective. That could almost make him frown. But then the distraction was decent enough for him to not.
"Eeeh." The boy moved away from Atobe and pulled out something from his pocket, holding it up as the watch sparkled against the lights of the kitchen. He had found it hidden under one of the shelves, only having found it thanks to his sharp eyes. "I found this in the wine cellar," he said, holding it firmly in his hand.
"........." Ah, so the brat had gotten to his watch, before him. While he didn't really fancy that thought, it did spare him the effort of actually looking for it, so he supposed he didn't have much reason for complaint.. "Yes, that would be Ore-sama's long lost watch..." Not that long lost really, "I'll take that..." he started tugging it from the other's hold.
"Iya da." Ryoma pulled it from Atobe's grasp. Of course he wasn't just going to give the watch up so easily when he could annoy Atobe with it. After all the island was boring and Atobe was a source of entertainment no mater what. "I found it so I get to keep it."
"Omae......" Atobe's left eyebrow twitched very faintly. To the untrained eye it would be invisible. After all he did have considerable experience in dealing with just about all varieties of nuisances, especially the migraine inducing types.... "Stealing is a crime for minors too you know..."
"Tell me that when there are actually policemen around. And I picked it up, not stole it," the brat said, looking very smug now. He kept the watch back in his pocket, walking out of the kitchen and scurrying off, wondering where he could go now. This would keep him occupied for a bit. Maybe until Atobe caught him or he got tired.
"If you don't return it to its rightful owner, it will be considered the same as stealing. " Atobe rolled his eyes, following after the brat out of the kitchen, to wherever he was headed. He wanted to keep his own watch if he could help it, thank you very much. He caught the brat's scrawny neck by the collar, "Now. " he spoke with as much patience as he could muster, "Hand it over."
"Iya da!" Ryoma winced as the hand on his collar as it made it hard to breath. He pushed at Atobe and tried to get out of the hold, his shirt rising as he tried to slip it off. Che, this wasn't entertaining at all. "If I give it back you're just going to go off and leave me without any entertainment again!"
"Oh~?" Well that was interesting, wasn't it? " You were looking for entertainment?" Atobe bent low, his voice a husky whisper in Ryoma's ear, while his hand slowly slid down in the brats pockets, closing around the watch, grabbing it back.
Ryoma gritted his teeth at the hand in his pocket, telling himself not to press against it. He couldn't help shivering as Atobe spoke into his ear; the Monkey King always had a very sexy voice. "...Aa. It's boring here."
"That it is. " Atobe agreed, drawing back and wearing his watch, "And you are decent entertainment. " he smirked, again patting the brat's head. Actually, he kind of preferred the feel of soft hair rather than that cap.
"But I can't entertain myself," Ryoma said sulkily, leaning into the hand slightly with a small purr before pulling away quickly, putting up an annoyed look even as he looked embarrassed. Now he was going to lose his source of entertainment since Atobe had no more reason to stay around to play with him. He started thinking of things he could do after the Monkey King left. Maybe another round of searching for Karupin and getting lost. "It's boring to play with myself."
"........" The brat must be putting a considerable effort into being cute or what? "And so you decided you could play with Ore-sama?" he raised his brow in half disbelief, half amusement. "You know there are not many thing to play in the first place..."
"Because Monkey King is entertaining. Somewhat," the boy continued, still sulking. He had been searching for Karupin so often that he wanted something else to do. Looking at Atobe, he wondered if him acting cute would work, tugging on the other's hand. If anything it would annoy the Hyotei captain. Hopefully. "Neeee~ Atobe, play with me!"
"Even if you say that...." Atobe shook his head. Play as in? They could get their tennis rackets, but then it was getting dark... The tennis courts should be lit of course. So that wouldn't be a problem... But.. Oh well.
Ryoma tugged some more. There hadn't been anyone interesting to play with except Fuji-senpai, whom he didn't want to go near. Yagyuu was good company who didn't bother him, but the gentleman had his own boyfriend to spend time with too. But now there was Atobe. "Hiro-chan's too busy to play with me. And I hardly see anyone else."
"Hiro-chan.....?" Who was Hiro-chan anyway? There were people he didn't know of on this island? Atobe supposed that was possible. It was a big island, and taking all players into consideration it was not a small number. "Get your racket. " he glanced into a watch, "We can play a light rally."
.....Rally? Ryoma frowned. Was the Monkey King dense or what? Though he definitely wanted tennis matches too. "...I'm not talking about tennis, idiot."
"........" Not talking about tennis? For Atobe playing had always been more or less synonymous to tennis. The only other type of playing was... well, that, but....But surely the brat was not talking about that. He stared at the shorter boy. Or was he? "Can you explain what type of play you might be talking about....?" It was better to ask, right? To be clear on the whole thing...?
The boy nearly rolled his eyes. If he wasn't talking about tennis, then there was only one kind of playing he could be referring to, right? Of course he was talking about playing, like kids. He pressed himself against Atobe once more, feeling cold again. "If it's not tennis there's only one other kind right?"
"........." Indeed, Atobe thought. And that was completely out of question, "Excuse me out of that. " Atobe shook his head in faint disbelief, "Ore-sama is not interested in playing those kind of games with little kids." He shrugged. Sure it would be a highly entertaining way of killing time. But still....
Ryoma blinked, not getting what the other was talking about. "What does me being a kid have to do with games?" Wasn't it better because he was a kid?
"........" So why was he stuck here explaining all the little details to a horny kid? "You really are eager, aren't you?" he spoke amused. Whether that was a good thing, or not so good thing.... he was not exactly concerned with those little things.
"...Yeah? I'm bored enough to be desperate," Ryoma said, frowning a little at the other. He just wanted someone to entertain him, and Atobe popped up, so too bad for him. Sulking, he looked up, wondering if Atobe was going to say that he didn't play with common people who weren't at his status. "I'm more than qualified to play with you."
"Really?" Atobe stared at the brat amused, "Don't get too ahead of yourself, rookie." He smirked lightly. The people qualified to play tennis with him were far and few to begin with, "Tezuka is qualified to play with me." he shrugged, meaning it both ways, that was an interesting prospect both ways, "Catch up with him first, won't you?"
"Che. You're not so entertaining after all," Ryoma complained, removing himself from around Atobe to head back to his room. This was getting stupid anyway. "Then again monkeys aren't entertaining. They're stupid and vain."
"Monkeys don't have anything to do with Ore-sama. " Atobe simply watched, amused as the brat let go and started walking God knows where. There went his source of entertainment. That thought could almost disappoint, but then he supposed it was all for the greater good anyway.
Ryoma was already gone by then, on his way back to his room. He made an annoyed sound. Initially, he had set out to irritate the Monkey King, but now it seemed as if he was the one who had been irritated instead. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he clicked his tongue. "Che. Mada mada da ne."