An Idiot's Guide to Ectopic Birth

Somehow, Atobe's going away party for Sanada's cousins ended up turning into a tennis club social. Of course, Atobe had invited the two hundred plus members of Hyoutei's tennis club. Yukimura had invited the rest of Rikkai. And Kamio (who was obviously invited by Atobe) invited his teammates at Fudomine.

So why, Atobe wondered, did he keep seeing players from other schools here as well? Although he guessed it didn't particularly matter. He surely had enough alcohol and space to accommodate them all.

He made his way past a certain couch where Mukahi was currently antagonizing Eiji from Seigaku.

"Of course self-fellatio is possible. I can do it." It sounded as if Mukahi was bragging. "It's probably yet another way that I'm better than you."

"Nya, that's vulgar. Oishi, don't you think that's vulgar?"

"Do you want to see?" Mukahi asked, winking at a nearby Chitose, who looked as though he was deciding whether or not he was interested.

Atobe shook his head and made his way onwards. To find three Fujis standing in the other room.

"This is so amazing," said the shortest Fuji, "you two really look like me."

"Well, yeah," said another Fuji, his lips a lopsided grin, "ever since our match with you guys Yagyuu's been really into this kind of cosplay stuff."

"Is it really only me, Niou-kun?" the third Fuji asked. "I've never heard any complaints from you."

"Tezuka," Fuji said, turning towards the other boy and grabbing onto his arm, "don't you think that this could be a lot of fun? You could have three Syusukes all to yourself."

Tezuka's face was pale. He looked up then, eyes meeting Atobe's, a plea for help written across his otherwise stoic face. Atobe pretended not to see him and walked on. There was no way he was going to get in the way of someone like Fuji Syusuke, at least not off the tennis courts.

"Atobe."

Atobe turned at Oshitari's voice. Oshitari had his arm draped over the shoulder of a blond, slender boy that Atobe recognized as one of Shitenhouji's players.

"Atobe, you've met my cousin, Kenya."

"Of course," Atobe said, reaching out his hand, "it's nice to see you again."

"I was just telling Kenya," Oshitari said, "that you would love to have a shot with us."

A glass was being pushed into Atobe's free hand, something translucent and green. Atobe sighed, but he would be remiss as a host if he didn't drink with his guests.

"Cheers," he said, as the three of them knocked their glasses together before slamming them down. Atobe made a conscious effort not to cringe at the vile-tasting stuff. "What exactly was that?"

"Equal parts patron and midori," Kenya replied.

"Those two things. . . do not really go together."

"So, Atobe," Oshitari continued, "what exactly is this makeshift party for, anyway?"

Atobe was about to reply when someone glomped onto his arm, and he looked down to see Kamio. The red-haired boy's face was flush, his eyes glazed over.

"Akira," Atobe said, "are you drunk?"

Kamio grinned and nodded as he rubbed up against Atobe. "Atobe, I really want to do it right now."

If he was more uncouth, Atobe might have spit out his drink. "Excuse me?"

"You don't want to?"

Kamio was actually pouting.

"Fine," Atobe said, "there are guest rooms down that hall. Go wait for me in one of them."

Atobe watched as Kamio ran away, thinking that so much alcohol during mating season might not have been such a good idea. Then he turned, seeing Sanada sitting alone in some far corner of the room. He made his way over, noting that Sanada looked the same as he always did, only somewhat redder. Every now and then he made a small sound. . . a hiccup?

"Sanada," Atobe said, highly amused, "are you drunk?"

". . . maybe."

"Why don't you get some rest? You're bringing down the ambiance."

Sanada was too drunk to say anything back, only nodded and stood up. Atobe would have led him to a room when Ohtori came running into the room, his face fraught with worry.

"Atobe!" he called. "Some one just drove your dad's red porsche into the pool!"

Atobe gritted his teeth and put a hand to his head.

"Great," he said, turning to walk towards the pool.

Sanada wavered on his feet a few seconds before heading off himself, determined to find a place where he could lay down. He was done. If he drank anymore he'd be sick. As it was he was already feeling more than a little buzzed, although he was determined not to let it show. Unfortunately, Sanada was susceptible to the infamous "asian red," and his cheeks were currently flushed a deep pink as he made his way down the halls..

His eyes scanned the rooms as he walked past, taking in the gay monkeys and madararui who were ending up in fleshy piles on the floor and on the couches, the straight monkeys looking on with faintly scandalized expressions. Hmmph. Just because it was mating season didn't mean they couldn't control their urges. They should use some discretion, Sanada thought in disgust, not wind up in a make-out orgy in the Atobe mansion.

"Look out below!"

Sanada stepped back as a mattress came flying down Atobe's grand staircase. With Marui and Kirihara on top of it, yelling like they were cowboys riding horses. The mattress slid into the next room, where there was a loud and resounding crash. Sanada could feel his head already start to throb.

What he really needed to do was get to sleep. He made his way to the guest bedroom wing, relieved to find that it was much quieter than the rest of the house. He opened the door to a room, surprised to find it was already occupied. By Kamio. Wearing nothing but a tank top. With a hand on his cock and two fingers up his ass.

"Kamio." Sanada slammed the door behind him. "What are you doing?"

Kamio looked up at him. His skin was flushed red, but he didn't look particularly embarrassed. His eyes were glazed over, lips moist and pouting, and he didn't seem as though he was going to remove his hands from where they were affixed to his body.

"Waiting for Atobe," he breathed.

Usually Sanada wouldn't care for such an open display of wantonness. Maybe it was because he was drunk, or maybe it was the fact that Kamio's smell was filling up the room, but Sanada could feel his dick getting hard. He reached back and locked the door behind him before making his way towards the bed.

Kamio didn't protest as Sanada gently pushed him down onto the blankets, his arms landing on each side of him. His legs spread out as he fell, small cock bobbing a little as his tank top rode up.

"Is this okay?" Sanada asked, his hands already moving up Kamio's sides. Kamio's skin shivered wherever his fingers touched, his skin flushing at the contact. His tank top rose, higher, until it was bunched at the top of his chest, his two nipples hard and pink.

"What about Atobe?" Kamio asked, arching as Sanada's mouth came down to pull a nipple into his mouth. He gasped, reaching down to tangle his hands in Sanada's hair, knocking the baseball cap off Sanada's head and onto the floor. Sanada looked up at him, tongue rubbing circles on Kamio's nipple, and Kamio flushed to think that the other boy looked handsome without his cap on.

"Forget about him for now," Sanada said, making his way lower.

Sanada traced his tongue down the contours of Kamio's abdomen. To be honest, Sanada wasn't usually a very sensual lover. Efficient was the word that he would have used to describe his lovemaking, but there was something about the alcohol and Kamio that made him want to take his time. He kissed and sucked, enjoying the heat and slightly salty taste of Kamio's skin. They would leave marks, later, but he didn't particularly care.

Sanada stopped his ministrations and leaned back, attention moving to where Kamio's cock was curving upwards into the air, slender and pink as it rose out of a light scattering of red curls. Sanada bent down and took it in his mouth, listening to Kamio gasp and moan.

Kamio whimpered when Sanada stopped, but the older boy had other plans. Sanada slid his hands under Kamio's ass and pushed upwards, spreading Kamio open. Kamio's cute little hole came into view, wet and slick from whatever Kamio had been using before.

"Does it always twitch like this?" Sanada asked, watching it shiver and move as he ran his finger around its rim. Kamio was too busy panting and moaning to answer, so Sanada went ahead and pressed his finger inside. Sanada watched as it disappeared easily into Kamio's hole, then pulled it back out and pushed it in again. Kamio was thrusting back towards his touch, so eager, but Sanada removed his finger and kneeled up on the bed.

Sanada pulled off his shirt and shorts quickly, tossing them on the floor.

"Come here," he said, pulling Kamio towards his waist as he laid down on the bed. Kamio, apparently, could take the hint, and he soon shifted so he was between Sanada's legs, eyes on Sanada's cock.

"It's so big," he said. "Bigger than Atobe's."

Sanada smirked. So he had beaten Atobe once again. But then Kamio was wrapping his hands around the base of Sanada's cock and sucking the tip into his mouth, and Sanada forgot all about his rivalry with Atobe. He watched as Kamio enthusiastically licked and sucked his cock, lips pink and swollen. He could come just like this, watching Kamio suck him off, but he had other plans.

Sanada grabbed Kamio's arms and pulled him forward, mashing their mouths together in a series of sloppy kisses. He could feel Kamio's dick rub against his stomach, and thrust his own dick against Kamio's thigh.

"Ride me," he whispered, a little surprised when Kamio obeyed so obediently.

Kamio moved so he was straddling Sanada. His tank top fell back over his stomach, but his cock was still visible, pointing up towards his stomach. He reached one hand backwards to balance himself on Sanada's thigh, and used the other to grab Sanada's cock and position it at his entrance. He bit his lip as he lowered himself onto Sanada's cock, inch by inch.

"So good," Sanada murmured, watching as his cock disappeared into Kamio's hole. Kamio started bouncing on him then, really riding him, and Sanada closed his eyes and thrust his hips up as he concentrated on how amazing it felt. Kamio was the first to come, spilling himself onto his stomach. At the sight of it Sanada grabbed his hips, moving him up and down on Sanada's cock more forcibly than he had been able to move before. Soon Sanada came as well, shooting himself into Kamio's body.

Kamio all but collapsed onto Sanada's chest, burying his face in his neck. His breathing was erratic and quick, his skin damp and hot. Sanada brought a hand up to hold the back of Kamio's head, his fingers tangling in soft strands of air. He could hear his own breathing, louder than normal. He could feel their heartbeats, fast and pounding against each other.

That had been amazing. Sanada only hoped that Atobe wouldn't mind so much.

* * *

Atobe's head was pounding as he woke up, the alcoholic stupor he had been in before giving way to awful, awful pain. He shuddered and pulled himself up into a sitting position in the bed, grabbing the glass of water someone (no doubt Kabaji) had remembered to put on the nightstand. He tipped the glass down his throat, marginally aware of the fact that some one was stirring on the bed.

"Akira," he said, "do you want some water?"

Atobe turned around, only to drop his glass as he took in a headful of black curls and shocked green eyes.

"Atobe?" came a surprised voice.

"Kirihara. What are you doing in my room?"

But then a rush of rather obscene memories ran through Atobe's head, rendering the question superfluous.

"Nevermind. Come on, let's get you out of here."

"You don't need to tell me twice," Kirihara mumbled, already pulling on his clothes. Once the two were ready, they opened the door to go out into the hallway. . . only to watch as the door across the hall opened as well. To reveal Sanada and Kamio, both looking not a little disheveled.

There was a short, befuddled silence as the foursome stared at each other.

"I believe," Atobe finally said, "you have something that belongs to me."

"Trade?" Sanada asked.

"Agreed."

Sanada pushed Kamio towards Atobe at the same time he grabbed Kirihara, and then the Rikkai players were making their way out of Atobe's mansion.

"Well," Atobe remarked, turning towards a blushing Kamio, "that was certainly an interesting night."

"Atobe. . . are those claw marks on your back?"