Loved by Many

Kaidoh gaped at the other boy. Had... had Mizuki just... Noooooo..... looking at Kamio though he was met with a smirk and a slight nod of the head. Crap, Mizuki had. There was no way Kaidoh was going to play for that though. The other boy might have been hot but he was creepy! And for some reason Kaidoh instinctively sensed danger if he went anywhere with Mizuki. Which meant he couldn’t play, definitely not.

“Oi! If Data-kun is going to challenge Kaidoh-kun to a game then I want to challenge Kamio-kun!” Sengoku called out, and he smirked as the redheads head swung in his direction. “Same rules.”

“I-I, I’ve got a boyfreind!” Kamio shouted back, eyes slightly widened. Damnit, Kamio knew that if they pushed the right buttons he wasn’t going to be able to say no. In fact he would most enthusiastically be agreeing to a match. And Sengoku knew exactly which buttons to push. Fuck it, Atobe was going to kill him. Or lock him up in a room prepared especially just for him.

“Afraid you’ll lose Rythm-kun?” Sengoku asked happily as he hopped onto the court and traded nods with Mizuki. “C’mon, we’ll play doubles to even the odds.” Mizuki smirked and twisted a lock of hair. From the sidelines the Seigaku and Fudomine tennis players glowered. Kaidoh knew this was a bad idea, in fact it sounded a lot like the idea that had nearly made him transfer to St. Rudolph’s. Then at least he had been playing with Momoshiro, Kaidoh and Kamio didn’t know each other’s playing style that well. And as they had seen at the Junior Invitational Sengoku had changed his playing style and gotten very, very good.

This was a really, really bad idea. Unfortunately both Sengoku and Mizuki knew just how to push their prospective partners into it. Unfortunately he and Kamio, as alike as they were, found themselves losing, badly. Really, really badly. From the sidelines Ryoma scowled, Kaidoh and Kamio made an absolutely terrible doubles pair and even when they finally pulled it together it was not enough to gain them the win. They lost six games to four. “Damn it.” Kamio cursed as he packed up his tennis racket. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.” Sengoku draped himself over the younger boy and gloated victoriously.

“Shall I pick you up tomorrow Rythm-kun?” Kamio growled and took a swing at him, but Sengoku nimbly danced out of the way. “Say, seven-ish?” Kamio glared at the bouncing boy before turning around and grabbing his bag.

“Why don’t we make it a double date Sengoku-kun?” Mizuki asked slyly and Kaidoh turned wide eyes on him. Holding the date tomorrow would not give Kaidoh time to calm himself down, plus he would be allowed to watch the interaction between Kamio and Sengoku.

“Why not?” Sengoku answered. “The more the merrier!”

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By nine o’clock the next evening Kaidoh was wondering if he could commit seppukku with the butter knife. It was not that Mizuki was a terribly bad date, he was just generally creepy and he kept *touching* Kaidoh. Kaidoh had hissed at him to stop that, but to no avail. Across the booth from him Kamio was in a similar predicament and since they were on the insides of the booth next to the wall there was no escape. They had both endured this for two hours already, and no amount of hissing, or screaming in Kamio’s case, would make the older boys stop. The uke buddies were looking slightly mauled and definitely hoping for an escape.

“Akira, what are you doing?” Kamio winced and looked up from where he had been staring to meet the angry eyes of his boyfriend. Crap, he just knew someone would tell Atobe.

“He’s on a date.” Sengoku helpfully supplied. “With me.” Atobe glared at the orange-haired tennis player and it seemed as if the noise in the restaurant stilled. Atobe was angry and an angry Atobe Keigo was not a pleasant Atobe Keigo. Snapping his fingers the silver-haired teen caused his faithful retainer Kabaji to appear.

“Kabaji, grab Akira.” Atobe turned to head for the door as Kabaji muttered an ‘Usu’ and plucked the speedster from his seat. “And grab Kaidoh-kun while you’re on it. I’m sure Tezuka would hate to learn he’d lost a kouhai to St. Rudolph.” Kaidoh’s eyes went wide as he to was picked up by the large man-servant. Both teens were deposited in an open limo and then forced farther inside when Kabaji took his seat. “Do you mind explaining that Akira?” Atobe asked icily.

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Kamio grumped and refused to look at his boyfriend. Kaidoh hunched down slightly to make himself less noticable, though he doubted either would care. Still he had been dragged into Oishi-senpai and Kikumaru-senpai’s couple fights before, he wasn’t taking any chances.

“He said it was a date.” Kamio winced slightly but kept a steady glare on the opposite seat of the limo.

“Yeah, well, it’s Sengoku. He exaggerates.” Atobe’s anger manifested in the darkening of his expression. And Kamio winced again. “It wasn’t like I’d had a choice.” ..damn it, that wasn’t what he’d meant to say.

“No choice?”

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Kaidoh sighed as he sat in one of the guest rooms in Atobe’s mansion. The other boy, after fighting and then making up with Kamio, had ordered that he stay the night. Not requested, ordered. His parents had no problem with it so Kaidoh had relented to fate. Looking at the clock he decided it was time to get some sleep.

Stepping into the bedroom Kaidoh discovered one problem though, an unruly patch of orange hair sticking up from his bed. ‘Wakato? He thought for a minute. ‘No the hair’s shorter... Sengoku?’ As he got closer to the bed Kaidoh wondered if he should tell someone about it. Or maybe it was someone else room? That wouldn’t make sense. “Fhsuu...” He hissed as he reached the bed. The figure in the bed rolled over and he found himself looking into the face of... Hyotei’s Jirou? What was he doing there?

“Ah! Kaidoh-kun!” Jirou’s eyes had snapped open and the boy had gone from lying prone on the bed to having pulled Kaidoh onto it and was straddling him. “I was wondering if you were ever going to come to bed.” Kaidoh was speechless. “Ne, ne, Kaidoh-kun! We never got to finish our game!”

This was about a tennis match?

“And since you don’t have your racket I thought we could move the location!” And Jirou closed over his mouth with a kiss.

Oh.

Oooooh!

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In Atobe’s room Kamio snickered as he lay sated next to his boyfriend. “I still don’t think it was nice to leave Kaidoh alone with Jirou.”

“If it stops him from dragging you into situations like tonight, I don’t care.” Atobe muttered into his hair.

“That wasn’t Kaidoh’s fault! It was those damn stalkers!”

“We need to have a word about them as well Akira.”

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Author: ~snicker~
Kaidoh: ~glare~
Author: What? And I kinda wanted this to be a MomoKai but this fic's Kaidoh doesn't *like* Momo. Next time maybe.