An Idiot's Guide to Ectopic Birth

It was raining. It was raining, but Fudomine was still out practicing, their last official practice before their match with Shitenhouji. Tachibana seemed especially serious about it, understandable considering the circumstances, but Kamio's mind was elsewhere.

Kamio's cell phone rang from the top of his gym bag, which was in turn sitting on a bench at the side of Fudomine's tennis courts. It had rung three times in the last ten minutes, Kamio ignoring it every time. So he was extremely shocked when Shinji walked up to his bag and picked up his phone.

"Shinji!" Kamio got up and made a dash towards the other boy, making an unsuccessful grab at the phone. "What are you doing?"

Shinji turned, sheltering the phone in between his palms. "What do you mean? Your phone was ringing non-stop, I just wanted to see who it was you were avoiding. I never would have guessed that it was Atobe. Why does Atobe have your phone number? If he has your phone number, that means you must have given it to him, so something must have happened between you guys, and now that I think about it you did disappear after our match the other day-"

"Shinji," Tachibana said, coming up to place a hand on Shinji's shoulder, "that's enough."

A blush started on Shinji's cheeks, so light that Kamio was the only one who noticed it.

"Fine. Take back your phone. Go through life avoiding your problems, see if I care, I'm only your best friend."

Shinji handed the now silent phone to Kamio, who let out a relieved sigh. He flipped it open to find, sure enough, the words "missed call - atobe keigo" written on the screen.

"Kamio," came Ishida's voice, and Kamio looked up to see all of the Fudomine tennis club staring at him. "You're not dating Atobe Keigo, are you?"

Even Tachibana looked a little curious. Now it was Kamio's turn to blush.

"No, of course not," he said, but nobody looked as though they believed him.

Kamio ran home by himself, not in the mood to walk with Shinji like he usually did. Thankfully it was Thursday, which meant that he didn't have have a tutoring session, and he all but crashed into his mattress. His phone was ringing again from where he dropped it next to him on the bed, some new j-rock tune he had downloaded last weekend, but he didn't feel much like answering it.

Kamio pulled his pillow closer to his chest, resting his chin on it as he stared down at the glowing screen. Atobe's name was flashing across it in green font, and Kamio ran his finger over the tiny characters.

What is this? Kamio asked himself, his heart catching in his chest. What, exactly, was he to Atobe?

Things like retrogrades and mer-species. . . they seemed so highly prized by madararui society. Things to be possessed or mated with, valued mostly for their rarity. When Atobe looked at him, he didn't see Kamio. All he saw was an unagi.

The phone was ringing again. Kamio hesitated. He didn't want to pick it up, but, despite himself, he was reaching for it.

"Hello?"

"Kamio, why haven't you picked up? I've been calling for the last half hour."

Kamio blinked. That was most definitely not Atobe's voice. . .

"Is Atobe with you?"

"No. Oshitori, why are you calling me from Atobe's cell phone?"

"Well. . . the thing is, we can't find him. His bag is here, so we decided to call you, but he's nowhere to be found."

"Well, he's not with me," Kamio said. He was about to hang up, but Oshitari was still talking.

"-probably don't know, but cold-blooded madararui have a weakness to cooler temperatures. If Atobe, as a dragon, got caught out in the rain, he could end up really sick."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Kamio asked, trying to sound indifferent. Worry crept into his voice all the same, and he hated himself for it.

". . . never mind, Kamio, sorry for bothering you. I have to go look for him."

Oshitari hung up. Kamio stared at the phone in his hand, torn between as he debated what he should do. His body decided before his head, apparently, and he was pushing himself out of bed and out of his house.

It wasn't until Kamio was on his bike, riding through the now pouring rain, that he realized he had no idea where he was going. He assumed Oshitari was calling from Hyoutei, and decided to go there, glad that the streets were fairly empty thanks to the weather.

The first place Kamio headed was the tennis courts, where he saw a tall figure searching through the bushes near the club house. He headed over there to find Oshitari.

Oshitari looked up at him, only vaguely surprised. "So you came after all. Well, Gakuto and Kabaji are looking for him as well. . . he may have completely reverted to his kon-gen, so be careful to check smaller areas as well. He should still be on the campus somewhere, since his bag was here."

Kamio nodded, but he just stood there. He didn't really know Hyoutei's campus, didn't know where to start looking.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Oshitari asked him, vaguely irritated.

"So- sorry." Kamio walked away, not quite sure of where he was going. He decided to stick near buildings, since he didn't want to get too lost, but Hyoutei's campus seemed much bigger than Fudomine's, and he had no idea which places Atobe liked to frequent. The rain was getting even worse, and Kamio couldn't see more than a foot or two in front of him. His clothes and his hair was all soaked, heavy with the pounding rain.

Worse, Oshitari's words tugged at the back of his mind. Oshitari had said sick, but how sick would Atobe get in this weather? Considering how worried Oshitari was, it must be serious, and Kamio frowned to think about it.

Kamio had been searching for maybe half an hour before he caught it, a faint smell of something familiar, something the never ceased to make him lightheaded. That wasn't it's effect this time though, and Kamio could feel a small sense of relief as he followed it, finally coming to a large tree. He walked closer, getting down on his hands and knees to inspect it. He found that its base was hollow, and there was a hole close to the ground.

Kamio wondered if Atobe could really be in there. . . he tried to look inside, but it was too dark and rainy to see anything. But it smelled of Atobe, strongly now, and Kamio reached his arms into the hole. His hands came into contact with something cold and sleek, and he grabbed onto it, surprised to pull out an unconscious komodo dragon.

"Atobe?" he asked, but the large lizard was knocked out.

Even more worried, Kamio cradled Atobe in his arms as he ran through the rain, towards the nearest physical structure he could see. It was still several minutes away, and he hoped that he wasn't making Atobe's condition worse by carrying him in the rain like this. Finally, he made it to a small structure he had seen before, and slammed open the door.

Kamio laid Atobe down on one of the couches he found in the darkened building, then frantically searched for something to keep the other boy warm. The only thing he could find was the Hyoutei flag hanging on one of the walls, and he tore it down to wrap around the lizard, frowning at how thin and flimsy it felt.

Kamio took out his phone to call Oshitari.

"Did you find him? Where are you?" Oshitari's voice was worry and relief mixed into one.

"Yeah." Kamio looked around, noticing for the first time the lockers along the side of a wall. Cleats and photos of the F.C. Tokyo. "It looks like I'm in the soccer club room."

"Is is possible to take Atobe out of there? Is there something you can wrap him in to keep hims dry?"

"No," Kamio replied. That flag would get wet in a few seconds, the way the storm was coming down, and even his clothes were dripping wet. "Besides, I'm not sure I'd be able to find my way back."

"Okay. Just wait there, I'm going to call Atobe's household. Just. . . make sure his body temperature gets up, okay Kamio? That's the most important thing right now. If it drops below a certain temperature, Atobe could die."

The word struck Kamio with its severity, but Oshitari was already hanging up, and he couldn't ask him to expound on the matter. Instead he looked down at Atobe-lizard, who was half curled up underneath the flag. He brought a hand to the lizard's head, worried when it was freezing cold to the touch.

Get Atobe's body temperature up. . . but how exactly was he supposed to do that?

Kamio flushed as his head supplied him with one particular way of doing it. Kamio sighed, then started pulling off his clothes. They were completely waterlogged, and landed with a wet plop on the floor. He then shook his head, getting his hair as dry as possible, before climbing onto the couch with Atobe.

The lizard instinctually nestled closer to his warmth, and Kamio soon felt Atobe's two front paws pressed against his chest, curling slightly but not enough to hurt. He brought his arms around to wrap around the lizard, Atobe's head resting against his chest.

It was almost like holding a baby, Kamio thought. It was. . . nice. He could feel Atobe breathing against his chest, and he figured it would be okay to take a nap.

Kamio woke up to the sound of a door opening. He looked up to see a large, muscular figure holding an umbrella.

"Kabaji?" he asked, garnering a now familiar "usu" in response.

Kamio picked Atobe-lizard up into his arms as Kabaji walked towards them. When Kabaji was close, he assessed the situation, and took off his coat to drape over Kamio's shoulders. As Kamio stood up Kabaji put an arm around his shoulder, forcing him underneath the umbrella as they walked into the rain.

One of the Atobe household's chauffeurs had pulled a car onto the school grounds next to the club house, and that's where Kabaji led them. The inside of the car had been pre-heated, and felt like an oven when Kamio got inside. Kabaji got in behind him and then they were driving away from the school, Kamio feeling relieved when Atobe seemed to stir in his arms.

As soon as Kamio entered the Atobe estate their were servants to take him away, leaving Kamio to stand awkwardly in the grand foyer. Kamio had only seen houses like this in movies. It was decided Western, and it looked like a castle, not a house in Tokyo. Done with gawking, he turned to leave, figuring Atobe was fine. There was no need for him to be there anymore. But just as he was leaving, perfectly manicured fingers came to wrap themselves around his arm.

"You," said a confident, regal voice, "must be that little eel my son is seeing."

Kamio could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"Well, turn around so I can look at you."

Kamio gulped, but turned around, looking up at Atobe's mother. She was tall, with long blonde hair that fell in waves over one side of her face. Her face was perfectly made up, with smoky eyes and ruby red lips, lips from which dangled a slim cigarette. She was dressed, ostentatiously, in an long, satin evening gown, and Kamio wondered if she was going to a party or if she just always dressed that way. Knowing Atobe, the latter wouldn't be at all surprising.

"You're not much, are you?" she asked, staring at Kamio with assessing eyes. Kamio figured that was a rhetorical question. "Do you go to school at Hyoutei?"

"Fudomine," Kamio replied, and from the scandalized look that passed briefly on her face, he figured she had heard about it.

"You're a little skinny, aren't you?" she said, giving his arm a pinch.

Kamio resisted the urge to yelp. But then Atobe's mother was leaning down, smelling him like some one would the bouquet of a fine wine. She stood back, taking a drag of her cigarette. Kamio could feel himself wilt under the focus of her gaze, but finally she just nodded, and pat him on the head.

"You'll do, I suppose," she said. "My son's room is up the stairs and two corridors to the right."

"Oh," Kamio started, wanting to tell Atobe's mother that he was just leaving, but he was cut short with a cold glare.

"Some one will drive you to school tomorrow morning," she said, a note of finality in her voice that Kamio didn't think he should argue with.

Kamio shuffled a little, but nodded, and started climbing the circular stairway upstairs. The Atobe mansion was a huge, stately affair, all marble and chandeliers and things Kamio didn't really know the names for. He would have gotten lost if it weren't for the lingering traces of Atobe' scent, but as it was he found his way easily enough. Soon he was pushing open the large, heavy doors that led to Atobe's bedroom, feeling relief when he saw a very human Atobe laying down on the bed.

He was asleep. Kamio turned around, intent on going home. Now that Atobe's mother wasn't in front of him he felt no problem disobeying her. He'd just walk to the bus stop, and catch one back to Hyoutei to get his bike. There was no point in him being here, he told himself. But, after a minute, he found himself turning back again and walking towards the bed.

Atobe was in human form again and laying on his back, covered in a thick, luxurious looking blanket. It seemed as though Atobe was shirtless, but Kamio figured from the temperature the house was being kept at, clothes weren't strictly necessary for warmth purposes. His breathing was steady and regular, a healthy rose to his cheeks.

Kamio crawled into the bed, careful not to disrupt the mattress anymore than possible. Apparently he wasn't graceful enough in that regard, as the movements woke Atobe up. The other boy blinked tired eyes up at him, before reaching to grab Kamio's wrist and pull him completely onto the bed.

"You," Atobe said, his voice somewhat scratchy, "what are you doing here?"

Kamio tried to pull away, but Atobe was only pulling him closer, until his head was pressed against Atobe's chest. He could hear Atobe's heart rate, and his hand clenched into a fist on Atobe's stomach.

"I'm the one who found you," Kamio replied.

"Thank you, then," Atobe said, bringing a hand to rest on the back of Kamio's head.

Kamio hated this. He hated it because he liked it so much. . . he liked being in the haze that formed whenever he was in Atobe's presence. He liked being held like this, Atobe's warm skin pressed against his. He liked Atobe.

Stupid, Kamio told himself. You really are so stupid. He could feel his eyes tear up, water running down his cheeks and onto Atobe's chest.

"Really," Atobe chuckled, "are you that relieved that I'm okay?"

When Kamio didn't say anything back Atobe's voice took on a worried tone.

"Kamio, what on earth is the matter with you?"

"It's nothing," Kamio sniffed. He uncurled his hand, bringing to rest on Atobe's chest. "I'm fine."

"Kamio-"

"I don't mind," Kamio said, a little more certain. "I don't mind, if you only like me because I'm a rare species. As long as we can be together like this, it's okay."

Silence. Then. . .

"Really, Kamio, I knew you were stupid, but this is ridiculous."

Kamio lifted his head up to protest, but Atobe only used the opportunity to bring their lips together, pressing a slow, insistent kiss against Kamio's mouth.

"Idiot," he said, when they parted, "even if it was your pheromones that attracted me, do you really think I'd want to date you if I didn't like you? Rare species or not? If I wanted rarity, I'd steal Kirihara away from Sanada."

Kamio wanted to say something, but then Atobe was kissing him again, and as their tongues intertwined Kamio forgot whatever it was that was on his mind. Apparently Atobe had recovered from the afternoon, because everything about him was latent heat. . . his tongue on Kamio's tongue, his fingers on Kamio's abdomen, every touch hot and fevered.

When they broke apart again both their faces were flushed, eyes glazed over and half-lidded.

"You've made me so hard," Atobe murmured into Kamio's ear, before swirling his tongue around its outer rim. "I want to come inside of you so badly."

Kamio moaned, and then they were throwing the blankets off and pulling off clothing, until they were both nude and pressed against each other. Atobe's cock was hard against his thigh as they kissed, and Kamio wanted it inside of him, couldn't wait to have it fucking him.

Kamio arched as two fingers pushed into his ass. It was a poor substitution, but a necessary evil, and it was okay being finger fucked like this but he needed something more. He spread his legs further, need and want overcoming him.

"Atobe," he said, more of a moan, but Atobe understood. Atobe needed it just as much, to be inside of Kamio, and he quickly positioned himself between Kamio's legs. He put a hand on his cock to guide himself inside, and then his mouth was a small o as he pushed forward. So hot, Atobe thought, so tight. . . amazing. And then he was pulling out and thrusting in, and every time he thrust into Kamio, Kamio would arch upwards to meet him. Fucking, to their own rhythm, and it felt so good, so perfect.

Soon Atobe could feel that tension building up in his groin, and he reached downward, grabbing Kamio's erection. He barely had to touch it before Kamio came, seed spurting out onto his stomach. He clenched down on Atobe's cock, and Atobe kept thrusting as he emptied himself out into the boy.

Atobe sighed, letting himself fall forward over Kamio's body, and pressed a kiss against Kamio's neck. They stayed that way for a few moments, still joined together, before Atobe rolled over to the side with a small plop. Kamio could feel seed leaking out of him after Atobe's cock pulled out, and he reached down to collect some on his fingers, before drawing them into his mouth.

He turned his head to see Atobe watching him. They were both breathing deeply now, tired from the day and from their most recent activities. Kamio felt wonderfully full and sated, thought he could get used to doing this with Atobe.

"Akira," Atobe said, and his name on Atobe's lips made Kamio feel a little bit lightheaded, "no more talk about me liking you just because you're an unagi. Understood?"

"Okay," Kamio said, doing his best to suppress the smile that was threatening to spread over his face. Instead, he shifted, spooning against Atobe's side before closing his eyes and falling asleep.