In The Locker Room

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis in any way. All I own is my love for the characters ^_^


IN THE LOCKER ROOM
By Datenshi Blue

Tezuka twitched while he tried to stay as stiff as possible. It was not the first time Atobe made it to Seigaku\'s locker room without being noticed. And it was not the first time he molested the stern captain in his own club\'s locker room, once the rest of the team had already left the school after the evening training. But Tezuka had almost forgotten about it, after all, it hadn\'t happened since Atobe almost destroyed his shoulder (and his future as tennis player). Maybe the Hyoteian captain had been feeling guilty about it.

If that was the reason, Atobe had gotten over it, it seemed.

\"Why are you so obsessed over me?\" Tezuka whispered, almost groaned, as he tried to stay still even though Atobe\'s wet finger was tracing a line from his neck to his right nipple, caressing his skin slowly and teasingly, eyes half-closed and a confident smile on his lips.

\"Do I need a reason?\" was Atobe\'s answer, as his smile widened. The hand that was holding Tezuka\'s wrists against the wall just above his head tightened its grip and Tezuka narrowed his eyes, arching his back a little to find a more comfortable position. \"Didn’t you miss me while you were all alone in Germany?\"

The world around him was still blurry, being that the boy was not wearing his glasses, although it cleared a bit when he half-closed his eyes. Still, the only thing he could really see was Atobe\'s face and the glint of lust within his eyes, so he sighed, closing his eyes completely. Maybe if he ignored the world, the world would leave him alone.

The last days had been almost perfect. He had come back from Germany just in time to attend the special training for the Nationals. His shoulder was working properly, and it had only been two days ago that he had been allowed to train with his team as another regular. Ryuzaki-sensei had given him permission to take Inui\'s special training menu and he was as happy as Tezuka would ever be. That wasn\'t much, being that Seigaku\'s captain was probably the most unsociable and serious teenager in all Japan, but it was something.

If that wasn\'t enough, Fuji had been spending time around him like a lost puppy who has just found his master, if such a thing could be said about the sadistic tensai. Because that meant that Tezuka\'s food was suddenly everything but edible -and when had Fuji had access to his bento?- that his clothes had disappeared from the locker room twice while he was taking a shower after the club practice... and the last time Fuji had managed to... Tezuka blushed... his teammate had taken at least fifty pictures of him, with his newest digital camera -he said he was just testing it.

Not that Tezuka was not used to be photographed by the whimsical tensai... but not when he had just come out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist that had disappeared during the slight fight to steal the camera from Fuji. Fuji had laughed while he took some more pictures, murmuring something that sounded way too much like \"Well, that\'s bigger than I would have thought it was...\" and had suddenly gotten closer to him purring that he wouldn\'t show those pics to anyone and that he would use them well.

Tezuka shook his head: thinking about Fuji\'s little games was not the best idea, having an Atobe in heat just before him.

Today, the Seigaku captain had waited until all his teammates had left the club. And had stepped into the showers sighing almost happily. Almost... because he didn\'t know if he wasn\'t slightly disappointed since Fuji had walked away with Kawamura without as much as giving Tezuka a bored look when the captain said he would be staying a bit longer. But anyway, as the water started wetting his hair, he had started humming one of his favourite Gackt\'s songs.

He had been singing the chorus softly when the unmistakable voice of the most narcissistic bastard he had ever known interrupted him.

\"Not bad, if you ask me...\" Atobe had said, with a little laugh, watching Tezuka intently \"Have you ever considered singing in a musical?\"

Tezuka had rinsed his hair calmly, while glaring at Atobe.

\"I don\'t think I smile nearly enough to win the sympathy of the audience.\" he had answered.

And Atobe had stepped into the showers, after getting rid of his own school\'s uniform and had attacked Tezuka, pinning him against the wall.

“Didn’t you miss me while you were all alone in Germany?\" Atobe was saying now, with his arrogant smile still plastered across his face. It was obvious that the leader of Hyotei was aware that the soaked hair and the water trickling down his face made him even sexier.

\"Actually no, I didn\'t\" Tezuka groaned as Atobe closed his lips around one of his nipples. His arms were starting to hurt and he fighted back, freeing himself. Atobe grabbed him from behind, resting his forehead on Tezuka\'s shoulderblades, while his hands caressed Tezuka\'s stomach slowly, going further as if on their own, until they grabbed Tezuka\'s length.

Tezuka stiffened for a second, and arched his back, moaning softly.

\"I like when you make those sounds\" Atobe purred darkly against his back. He bent his knees and one of his hands reached for the bottle of body oil that was sitting on the floor just by their feet. He let go of Tezuka\'s cock for some seconds while he coated his fingers.

Then he grabbed the growing erection again and slid one of his fingers into Tezuka, who moaned softly, instinctively leaning forward.

Atobe pumped the already rock hard erection in his hand and chuckled.

\"I\'m glad you\'re having fun\" a third voice said suddenly. \"But Atobe, you misunderstand, I am the master of my domain.\"

Atobe turned around to see a deadly serious Fuji Syuusuke standing just in front of them and looking at them intently. Atobe frowned and was about to snap, but just then Fuji smiled happily.

\"But I will let you borrow him this time, if you let me take pics. GOOD pics.\" he waved the little digital camera.

\"FUJI!\" Tezuka screamed.

\"Deal.\" Atobe smiled, sliding another finger into Tezuka who moaned again and fell slowly to his knees, parting his legs and raising his pretty ass to give Atobe more room.

Fuji pressed the shutter and laughed softly.