An Idiot's Guide to Ectopic Birth

Kamio wasn't particularly looking forward to going home, even if he had left the tournament early. He thought it might be nice to give Shinji some time alone with Tachibana, but now he remembered what was waiting for him at his house. He played around with the idea of going to get something to eat, or maybe bicycling around the neighborhood a few times, but then decided it would just make his mom even angrier if he was late.

But really, it wasn't his fault! After all, he was vice-captain of the tennis club, so he had a lot of responsibilities to take care of... it's not like he was stupid. Okay, so, he wasn't the smartest person in the world, and maybe he wasn't even that on level, but he definitely wasn't stupid.

Dejected, he stumbled into his foyer, where his mother was of course waiting for him.

"Where were you?" she scolded, herding him upstairs after he took off his shoes, "Your tutor's been waiting for a few minutes now!"

"But I don't need a tutor," Kamio mumbled in complaint, a statement which prompted his mother to smack him once on the back of his head. "Ow!"

"Maybe if you weren't failing all your classes, I'd have an easier time believing you."

Kamio sighed, resigned to the fact that he would have to spend the next two hours (and two hours three times a week until he brought his grades up) with a tutor who would no doubt be one of those pompous, know-it-all types. Still, as awful of a scenario as he had painted for himself in his mind, it still didn't prepare him for what he found when he pushed open his bedroom door.

"You!" he shouted, at once shocked and horrified. "What are you doing here?"

From the floor pillow next to Kamio's low table, Atobe Keigo looked up from his books and smirked, and Kamio knew at once that he had lost this round of their little game. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

Kamio could have thrown his backpack at Atobe's smug face, but as it was his mother was pushing him into the room and throwing a smile at Atobe.

"Thank you for taking care of my son," she said, before closing the door and leaving.

"You know," Atobe drawled, his expression one of great satisfaction, "when I was first asked to take this job, I could hardly believe it. A second-year student whose only passing marks were in physical education? Ludicrous, I thought. It was only my duty to lend a helping hand. Of course, I had no idea that you were said student... though, really, I'm not terribly surprised."

Kamio glared as Atobe snickered at his little joke, not at all amused by the sudden turn of events. "Don't you have something better to do? Like forcing girls who aren't interested in you on dates?"

"There's no such thing as girls who aren't interested in me," Atobe corrected, "only girls who play hard to get. Now, won't you sit down? You're wasting my valuable time."

Well aware that his mother was downstairs, Kamio grudgingly took his seat at the table. Just two hours, he thought... two hours. He could get through this. But then there were the two hours on Monday, and Wednesday, and the Friday after that... inside his head Kamio groaned. He needed to bring his grades up and fast.

Well, just because Atobe was his tutor didn't mean he couldn't try to ignore the other boy as best he could. He reached into his backpack for his mp3 player and headphones, and almost (almost, but didn't) yelped when Atobe smacked his hands away and confiscated his beloved source of music.

"Distractions like these," Atobe remarked, placing the mp3 player next to him on the floor and quite out of reach of Kamio, "are exactly why you are failing. Get out your math homework, we'll start there."

"Stupid jerk," Kamio muttered under his breath, deliberately loud enough for Atobe to hear, but either Atobe didn't notice or he chose not to say anything about it. He reached into his backpack for the proper textbook and got out his notebook, checking to see what problems he had due tomorrow. He snuck a glance at Atobe, but the other boy seemed to be immersed in his own homework. Some tutor.

Tearing a piece of paper out of his notebook, Kamio set to work on the first problem, but he hadn't even gone two steps when Atobe interjected.

"Wrong. All wrong. Really, I can't believe how far from right you are."

Kamio turned bright red. "I know I don't get this! That's why my mom got me a tutor! Isn't this what you're here for?"

"Calm down," Atobe said, in quite a condescending tone of voice, "I was just getting to that. Now, look here..."

Atobe scooted closer, and in a tone of voice that was surprisingly patient and gentle, explained exactly what Kamio was doing wrong. Okay, Kamio thought, calming down a little bit, maybe Atobe wasn't that bad of a tutor after all. Kamio had to admit, albeit very grudgingly, that the guy was smart. When Atobe finished explaining Kamio wordlessly yanked the paper back and started the next problem.

After that Atobe was unexpectedly straightforward, no arrogant or snide remarks, one eye on Kamio's work as he did his own. He would lean over every now and then when Kamio was on the wrong track, fingers ghosting over Kamio's homework as he explained certain concepts or equations. They finished math soon after, and then it was on to Japanese, and English after that.

Gradually, Kamio became aware of a strange smell whenever Atobe would lean over. It was... funny, he thought. Or rather, it made him feel funny, dizzy and faint, but the smell itself was actually very sweet. Kamio felt his heart race, just a little bit faster, could feel his eyelids drop just a little bit down. The text on his paper made no sense to him... they were scribbles now... it was so hard to concentrate.

"What's wrong with you?" Atobe asked, but his voice was so distant now. "You've just been sitting there for the last few minutes."

"I..."

But Atobe was leaning forward again, looking over Kamio's homework, and the smell was so strong now.

"You're... pink."

"What..."

And Atobe's fingers were on his cheek, brushing his hair out of the way. "Your face is flushed."

"No, it's not," Kamio protested, his voice soft and weak, and Atobe was right there, and he smelled so nice, and Kamio couldn't help but lean forward... his fingers were tangled in Atobe's shirt, his hair was brushing against Atobe's chin, the soft skin of Atobe's neck pressed against his cheek.

"What's this..." but Atobe was reaching out too, a hand on Kamio's back and the other threading through Kamio's hair. "So you're not just a monkey after all."

"What?" Kamio asked in a daze. His body felt so hot all of a sudden, and Atobe's hand was moving, pressing between his legs, alerting him to the fact that he was currently very, very hard.

"You know," Atobe murmured, as Kamio arched into his hand, "I wouldn't mind fucking you."

Somewhere, deep inside Kamio's mind, he wondered what was going on, wondered why he wasn't hitting Atobe upside his very arrogant head right at this moment. But that tiny part of his mind was fully and utterly overshadowed by everything else that currently comprised his state of being, and that everything else was telling him that he needed to have sex right now.

"Lean over," Atobe ordered, his voice low, and somehow Kamio's body was moving on his own. His movements were instinctual now, and he wasn't even conscious of it as he leaned forward on the table, though he was very much aware of Atobe moving behind him. There was a hand on his hip, a hand on his head, and he was being pushed farther down, his cheek pressed against the wood laminate. A shift, fabric against his skin, and he realized that Atobe was pulling his pants down.

There... Kamio moaned, feeling it, a hand wrapping itself around his cock, a bulge pressed between the crack of his ass. There were fingers pressing against his lips, so he parted them, suckling as the fingers pushed deep into his mouth. He arched, pushed back against the hardness behind him, and then those fingers were pulling out, leaving a trail of saliva down his chin.

"Easy now," Atobe laughed, as Kamio couldn't keep his body from arching backwards again, "I'll put it in soon enough."

"Hurry up and do it," Kamio managed to pant out, tensing as he felt a wet finger push into him. But he shivered, it felt so good, and then there was another one... "More..."

"More? Already? You're an eager little slut, aren't you?"

Kamio clenched shut his eyes as he felt something stiff and blunt pressing against him, and then pressing inside of him... it hurt, but he needed it so badly, this feeling. Atobe was pushing into him now, inch by inch, and even if it hurt he wanted more, wanted so badly to be completely filled.

He could feel Atobe's hips against his ass, could feel Atobe's cock deep inside him, and then the other boy was moving.... God... it felt so good. Kamio gasped with every thrust, and he was sure he could come like this, just by being fucked, and he wouldn't even need to touch himself. But then he felt Atobe come inside of him, could feel the cum filling him, leaking out of him, and he really did orgasm then, slim body shuddering as he came.

He came so hard, so much, his cock still jerking as it overwhelmed him... it was too much, and then he couldn't take it any more, and everything went black.

Sleep, for a little bit, and everything was warm and fuzzy and just plain nice.

When Kamio woke up, first there was confusion. What was he doing in his bed? Why was he naked? Why was his backside sore? That last question led to a flood of memories, which then led to extreme embarrassment. His face turned bright red as he burrowed into his covers and wondered what had come over him. He couldn't believe he had just slept with another person at all, let alone Atobe Keigo, the biggest jerk Kamio had ever met.

"Asshole," Kamio mumbled into his pillow, sure that this was all Atobe's fault. He must have been wearing some kind of aphrodisiac as a cologne or something, the pervert! Now suitably angry, and deciding that angry was an emotion he could definitely live with, Kamio jumped out of bed as he decided he would exact a suitable revenge, only to fall down onto the floor as pain shot up from his ass. "Oww..."

Well, before that, maybe he should get up and meet with Shinji.... they were supposed to get together to hang out after dinner.

And hour later Kamio was dressed and at the park, only to see Shinji already sitting on a park bench, looking a little bit irate and mumbling to himself. As he got closer he could make out Shinji's utterances, and wasn't surprised to find they were mostly due to his being late.

"Oi, Shinji," he said, jogging up to his friend and sitting on the bench, "sorry I'm late."

Shinji turned, his expression a scowl of annoyance, though it changed instantly into one of surprise (surprise for Shinji, at least) when he saw Kamio.

"Kamio? Since when were you a madararui? I'm pretty sure you weren't a madararui when I last saw you, so it doesn't really make sense now, and I can't believe you slept with Atobe Keigo..."

"What?!" Kamio sputtered. He had been confused when Shinji started his rambling, but- "What the hell makes you think I slept with Atobe? Did he tell you that? Because he's a liar! And what the hell is a madararui?"

Shinji gave him a strange look for a moment before speaking again. "What do you mean what's a madararui, you are one, so you should know. And of course you slept with Atobe, his smell is all over you."

"I did not sleep with Atobe!" Kamio screamed, flushing with embarrassment when a little old lady looked over disapprovingly at him. He was even more embarrassed, though, when all of the sudden Shinji leaned over and pulled on Kamio's pants, presumably to look for evidence.

"Hey!" Kamio shouted, swatting Shinji's hands away. "What are you doing?"

"Fine," Shinji muttered, all of the sudden petulant, "don't tell me that you slept with Atobe. Keep it a secret. After all, I'm only your best friend, and I only tell you everything. Well, you can just see if I tell you anything about madararui."

"Shinji, please," Kamio asked, feeling a headache began to grow it the back of his head, "please, please, just explain everything to me, I'm so confused."

"Did you sleep with Atobe?"

Kamio hesitated, for a few moments, really loath to admit it but figuring Shinji somehow already knew any way. "Maybe."

Shinji sighed, but capitulation was written all over his face. "Fine, I guess that's as far as you'll go. Now, how do I explain..."

There was silence for awhile, and Kamio figured, it was just his luck that Shinji wouldn't be able to find the words when it was about something Kamio really wanted to know.

"You know how people are descended from monkeys?" Shinji finally asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, there are people who are descended from other animals too. They're called madararui. Well, any way, most humans are descended from monkeys, so we're a minority."

"I'm a madararui?" Kamio asked, not sure if he was really getting this.

"Well, today you are. You weren't yesterday. I wonder if you'll be one tomorrow..."

"Shinji, can you please just explain some more?"

"Oh. Sorry. Any way, madararui can be descended from six different orders of animal... the cat family, the dog family, umm... bears... dragons... snakes, and mermaids. That's what you are, a mermaid, or rather a fish, you look like some kind of eel, and mermaids are really, really rare, you just don't see them these days."

A mermaid? Weren't mermaids women with tails? But Shinji had just told him that he looked like an eel. "Shinji, how can you tell I'm a mermaid? How exactly do I look like an eel?"

"I can see your kon-gen."

Kamio blinked. Did Shinji really expect him to know what the hell he was talking about? "What the hell is a kon-gen, Shinji?"

"It's... I guess... you can call it the appearance of your soul, or the appearance of your animal spirit. Usually people hide their kon-gen, but you can see it when they're tired or emotional or maybe unconscious, or if you try hard enough, but it's pretty rude to look at some one's kon-gen when they're hiding it and you don't have permission. But I can see yours pretty clearly right now, and it looks like an eel. You should do something about that, you know, it's not safe to walk around like that, it's almost like you're naked right now, and some pervert might try to rape you, especially since you're a rare species..."

Not wanting to go down that road, and deciding that had already happened to him, kind of, Kamio interrupted again. "How come I can't see your kon-gen?"

"Because I'm hiding it. I'm a dog. A Shiba, to be exact. I'll show you my kon-gen sometime, when we're not in public. Besides, you were a monkey until today, so maybe you just haven't developed the ability to see kon-gen yet. Monkeys can't see them... they're pretty oblivious to madararui."

"Is that, like, common? For a monkey to become a madararui?"

"No. I've never heard of it."

"Oh." Kamio frowned. This was all a little weird, but he swore he had just seen a hyena with a briefcase walking down the street for a moment before it turned into a salariman, so maybe it wasn't as farfetched as all that. "Hey... when you said you could smell Atobe on me, what did you mean?"

"Well, I guess you'll find out, since you're a madararui now, but we're a lot closer to our animal ancestors than monkeys are to... well, real monkeys. We're a lot more instinctual than monkeys, so we can do things like smell others out. I can smell Atobe all over you... really, did you let him come in you or something?"

Kamio turned a bright red before he was able to sputter a response. "What... what are you talking about?"

Shinji gave him a sideways look. "Whatever. It's not hard to smell Atobe, since he's a middle-weight. It doesn't surprise me that you slept with him, actually, since he's a middle-weight he gives off a lot of pheromones."

Ah ha! So it was all Atobe's fault. It was most definitely rape, Kamio decided, he hadn't voluntarily slept with Atobe at all. The thought made him feel a little bit better about himself. "Umm... what's a middle-weight?"

"Well, madararui, and monkeys too actually, can be classified into three categories... light-weight, middle-weight, and heavy-weight. Heavy-weights are the strongest, and have abilities the others don't, so they're really respected. But there aren't a lot of heavy-weights in Japan, so middle-weights are prized just as much. Light-weights are the weakest, but they're the most fertile, so heavy-weights like to breed with them sometimes. I'm a light-weight, but you probably guessed that already, since I told you I was a Shiba. I don't think there are any heavy-weight dogs in Japan."

Actually, the last thing Kamio was thinking about was what weight classification Shinji was in. He was too busy taking in this information... it was a lot. But he figured he had the basics down. But everything kept coming back to one thing. "How come I just suddenly turned into a madararui?"

Shinji shrugged. "That one I can't answer for you."

Kamio sighed, perplexed, when out of the corner of his eye he saw the much to familiar face of one Atobe Keigo.

"Him!" Kamio shouted, jumping out of his seat. "Sorry, Shinji, I've gotta go."

He was so going to make Atobe pay for earlier, Kamio thought, as he raced towards the other boy.

* * *

"So..." Yukimura tapped his fingers on the countertop, chin resting elegantly in his palm. "You're telling me you're descended from animals that aren't monkeys? And that you call yourselves madararui?"

Akaya nodded enthusiastically, clearly impressed with Yukimura's ability to grasp the subject so easily. "You know, buchou, a lot of monkeys wouldn't understand even if you told them about madararui, they just wouldn't want to believe it. You're really amazing."

"Yes, yes, Akaya, I know. So Kentarou and Genichirou are descended from the cat family, they're both heavy-weights, and they're snow leopards. Okay. Fine. But both your parents are monkeys, Akaya, or so you just told me, so how can you be a koala bear?"

"Akaya's a retrograde," Sanada explained. "Retrogrades are very rare... most people don't ever see one in their lifetimes. They happen when an ancestor is a madararui, and the madararui genes happen to manifest themselves in a future generation."

"Hmm. I see. And retrogrades are highly prized."

"Because they're rare, and because they have madararui characteristics and monkey fertility rates."

"It's nice to know at least that monkeys are good for something," Yukimura said, a bit scornfully. Apparently he had pieced together that monkeys were not at all prized (to put it politely) in the madararui community, which explained why Sanada's mother had always treated him with such disdain. And Yukimura Seichi was not used to being treated like he was inferior in any way. "So, because it is mating season, and Akaya is having a hard time controlling his kon-gen, potential mates have been giving him problems. So your solution to this is to sleep with him."

A slight blush rose to Sanada's face, though it was so light it was barely visible. "Yes. Other people will smell me on him, and because I am a heavy-weight, they will think twice before laying hands on him."

"And Atobe?"

"We're... engaged, in a way," Sanada explained. "It's a tradition in our extended families, for various branch families to mate with one another. Atobe is related to the head dragon clan in Japan, and the Sanada household is the part of the head cat clan in Japan."

"And you're okay with this, Akaya?"

Akaya smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah. I mean, Sanada-fukubuchou's just helping me out with a problem, that's all. It's not like we can't sleep with other people."

Yukimura looked at them dubiously. He didn't quite believe things were as simple as all that, but as long as neither of them was getting hurt in this relationship he wasn't going to interfere. "So polygamy is acceptable for madararui."

"Basically," Sanada replied.

"But not for me, baby," Kentarou interjected, "you're the only man I need."

Sanada shuddered at the thought of Kentarou and Yukimura together, before realizing he was late to the negotiations with Atobe's family. "I have to go."

"Can I come too?" Akaya asked, eyes beaming. "You can take me to get ice cream afterwards."

"Fine, Akaya, but hurry up."

Yukimura watched them go, Akaya skipping alongside Sanada's longer strides. There was definitely more there between those two than they were admitting to themselves. Well, whatever.

"You know," Kentarou said, an eyebrow arched and a suggestive tilt to his voice, "we have the whole house to ourselves now."

Yukimura smiled. "So we do."

The prospect of sex was so enticing that Yukimura, normally so astute, had forgotten to ask about one major detail. Sanada had said something about mating with Atobe, but... how on Earth did two men mate with one another?