Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Splitting Ends - Hyotei ❯ Chapter 1

Title: "Splitting Ends"

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Shishido/Otori, Atobe x Shishido
Genre:
Warnings: karaoke, yaoi smut
Summary: Atobe saw it before Shishido and Otori did.

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi.

Date Started: January 2005
Status: complete
Revised:
Word Count: 1125

 

 

 

Shishido knew he was in trouble when Otori waylaid him as he was exiting the showers. It wasn't the fact that he was still dripping wet in spite of the skimpy towel wrapped around his waist. No, it was that beaming smile Otori turned on him when he posed his question.

 

"You'll come, right, Shishido-sempai?"

 

Pushing away the immediate possible answer that popped to mind, he looked around the Regulars' private locker rooms for help. He found it in an unlikely source--

 

Mukahi, already changed into a sharp street-dress outfit, actually made an effort not to laugh his ass off. "Forget it, Chotaroh-kun; Shishido hates karaoke almost as much as he hates split ends!"

 

"Fuck off," he told the redhead, stepping around Otori to get to his own locker. Karaoke? Is that what Otori was talking about? Mukahi was right, though--he really didn't like karaoke.

 

"You won't come?" Otori asked as Shishido started to change back into his school uniform. "But you should. It'll be fun."

 

"Yes, Ryou-kun," Atobe drawled, watching the pair from the doorway leading off to their study room.

 

Shishido pulled a shirt on before he looked over to his captain, and then he turned away. Mukahi and Otori were beating a hasty retreat, he noted. The traitors. He pulled his wet hair free from the shirt and tied it up before yanking on his school shirt.

 

"It will be fun," Atobe purred from a much closer distance as fingers brushed against his bared neck. "Consider it a team activity. Otori-kun even managed to wrangle an agreement from Hiyoshi."

 

"All the more reason to stay far, far away," Shishido growled, twisting his head to dislodge Atobe's touch as he continued buttoning up his shirt.

 

"You'll come, won't you, Ryou-kun?" Atobe asked, slipping a teasing hand into the opening of Shishido's pants, which he had pulled on but had failed to fasten yet.

 

"You're not going to give me a choice, are you?" Shishido huffed, tossing his head and his wet hair would have smacked Atobe in the face if it hadn't been tied up.

 

"Don't be ridiculous," Atobe replied airily, moving away. "You always have a choice." His lips brushed over Shishido's neck before he went for the exit. "Now hurry up and finish getting dressed so we can leave. It's not nice to make me wait."

 

'Team building'? Yeah, right, Shishido thought, quickly doing up his belt and pants before going to dry his hair. Outside, the others were waiting for him in a somewhat circle. Otori and Hiyoshi were talking to Taki and Mukahi, or, rather, Taki and Mukahi were arguing and the two juniors were pretending to listen; Atobe and Oshitari were discussing something further off, with Kabaji hovering over Atobe's shoulder. Shishido fought the urge to run, run away fast.

 

Otori saw him and beamed at him, and Shishido looked away quickly--but not quick enough to see the twisted look on Taki's face.

 

*

 

A nightmare; that's what this was, Shishido decided. No rational person would cram into a little room with blasting music and listen to his supposed friends *try* to sing--and Shishido used the word 'try' and 'sing' very technically.

 

"Shishido-sempai, would you like to sing a song?"

 

"I don't sing," he replied, not even bother to look at Otori, that way he didn't have to see the way the kid wilted back.

 

"Oh."

 

"Jeez, Shishido, you could try to have a little fun," Taki snapped, reaching over to get to the potato wedges and cheese sticks.

 

"Oh, please! Shishido and fun? Get real! His idea of fun is washing and combing his hair," Mukahi snorted.

 

"Shut up, slut."

 

"Make me, bitch."

 

"Enough!" Atobe ordered as his song came up and Kabaji reluctantly gave up the microphone. "Shishido, you *will* sing at least one song with us," he added as the video began playing.

 

"We can sing together," Otori offered. "It's much easier to sing with someone than to sing by yourself."

 

Shishido didn't say anything, just reached over to snatch the song book away from Mukahi. After all, it was pointless to argue with Atobe over trivial matters.

 

*

 

"Now, see, that wasn't so bad," Atobe purred as he slowly tore Shishido's clothes off and pressed him down onto his hands and knees into the firm mattress. He climbed up behind Shishido, freeing his hair from its ponytail despite Shishido's growl of protest. Atobe's teeth scraped along Shishido's shoulder and he hissed.

 

"It sucked."

 

"You enjoyed yourself tonight," Atobe corrected him, pressing his naked body flush up against Shishido's back.

 

"I hate singing," he informed Atobe, not for the first time. "I hate karaoke even more."

 

Atobe smiled. "But you like *him*," he said, cool slippery fingers sliding against Shishido's entrance.

 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Shishido gasped as two fingers suddenly entered him. "I don't like anybody," he added with a growl, pushing back on those fingers that would tease him.

 

"Yes you do," Atobe corrected. "I can see it, you know. You two would work very good together--both on and off the courts."

 

"I'm a singles player," Shishido gasped out as Atobe replaced his fingers with something much thicker. "Both on *and* off the courts. You know that."

 

"Do you doubt me? Doubt my Insight?" Atobe asked with amusement, rocking in and out of Shishido's body with even paced thrusts. "Trust me, Ryou. I see it."

 

Shishido's curtain of hair hid his face, and Atobe pushed the shiny strands aside to tilt Shishido's face up into a hungry kiss. "Don't worry. You're still mine, and I protect what's mine. I guard it jealously, like a dragon with its hoard."

 

"Who's worried?" Shishido panted. "You're the one seeing things that are there."

 

Atobe smiled. "You amuse me, Shishido Ryou."

 

"That's funny, because you annoy the hell out of me," he retorted and then groaned loudly.

 

Atobe's hand slid along his cock in tempo with his thrusts and brought Shishido to a quick climax. Atobe followed shortly after, snatching up the towel he'd retrieved for the specific purpose of cleaning them both off before rolling them both away from the wet spot and settling down to sleep. He smiled as he threaded his fingers through the loose strands of Shishido's hair, even though he knew Shishido hating sleeping with it loose because of knots.

 

"You'll leave me," he whispered, "but you'll always be mine, Ryou. Just like Yuushi."

 

"Greedy bastard," Shishido mumbled, half-asleep. "Go to sleep, or I'll go back to my own damn bed."

 

Atobe laughed. "It will be fun watching you two, Shi-shi-do-kun," he said teasingly cutely. "I look forward to it."

 

And that's the point where Shishido got up and went back to his own room.

 

~owarismasu~

 

[rubs temples] That's it... Someone remind me--never, ever write another fic that has anything to do with Shishido or Otori. Every.

[grumbles and goes to take some headache pills]