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Title: Burning Flame
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kat8cha
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Word count: 988
Summary: Fuji is not someone Atobe pays attention to, and then he becomes someone Atobe has to.
A/N: Sorry it's late, I had a busy day.
Prompt: Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Fuji: Obsession - "my fantasy has turned to madness/all my goodness has turned to badness/my need to possess you has consumed my soul/my life is trembling I have no control"
Atobe wouldn't call it obsession, an appreciation of beauty, perhaps. Fuji was, after all, very beautiful. His style of tennis was like watching ballet, and Fuji's counter names rolled off the tongue. Except for Fuji's final counter, which stalled and slipped and irritated those who weren't good at tongue twisters. Fuji had never interested Atobe much though; he was someone negligible, barely a blip on Atobe's radar. While Fuji was a good tennis player he was not serious, and Atobe judged everyone in the tennis circuit on their commitment to the game.
The Shitenhouji match changed that. While Atobe had only arrived for Tezuka's match, and had left before the end, he had hired someone to record the entirety of Seigaku's matches against Shitenhouji. It would not, of course, make sense not to have the entire set. Atobe had slipped the DVD into his player and settled on his bed to watch. He had time to kill and needed a break, and he did not realize that watching Fuji's match would change him.
The second Fuji's counters were broken Atobe found his fingers clenching in his embroidered bedcover. Fuji's breathless, panting form was sprawled on the court, his hair in disarray and his cheeks smudged with dirt and sweat. In that second Fuji looked crushed, wholly and completely. The second did not last.
Fuji's determination, his fierce battle against Shiraishi, had Atobe feeling uncomfortable. The recording failed to do justice to Fuji's sparking eyes but they still sent a raw thrill down Atobe's spine. Gone was the sharp edged beauty of Fuji's playing style, replaced with a fierce, wholly unbeatable drive. All Atobe wanted was to be on the other side of the net while Fuji glared at him with darkened eyes.
Fuji's loss seemed to be more his win, Atobe thought, shutting off the DVD player and reaching to undo his pants. He needed to relieve himself after that. Seigaku had another day of free time to recover before they played Rikkai dai… Atobe would see about tracking Fuji down then.
--
"You should rest with the game so close." Atobe purred as he hooked fingers through te chain link fence encasing Fuji's ball cage. "Risk of injury and all."
"Ah." Fuji pushed sweaty hair out of his face and smiled at Atobe before ducking around the large whirring blue machines and turning the ball machines off. "Is that what they told you before your match with Echizen?" Atobe's eyes glanced up and down Fuji, taking in the way the uniform stuck to Fuji's body from sweat.
"I did not listen to them either. Then again, I didn't decide to practice alone." Fuji's top shirt buttons were undone and the polo flapped to expose Fuji's collarbone as he walked towards Atobe.
"You're here now." Fuji purred, the pads of his fingers skimming over Atobe's knuckles before he opened the cage door and slipped out. "I sent the other's away." Fuji shouldered his racket with a smile and Atobe licked his lips. Fuji looked provocative, lit in a seemingly unearthly manner by the gym's fluorescent lights. "They got in the way."
"And I'm not?" Atobe raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I see how it is." Fuji chuckled throatily, his warm gold eyes flickering at Atobe from under his lashes. "A flesh and blood opponent is always useful, ahn?"
It was beneath him to ask for a match like this. To worry that Fuji would turn him down, or worse that Fuji would see through him. Atobe had never felt this type of fear of rejection. After all he was Atobe Keigo. No one rejected him.
"Who am I to turn down a match from Hyotei's captain." Fuji shook his head before slipping past Atobe. "Come, the courts are this way."
--
The match was everything Atobe had feared and hoped it would be. Fuji played without sacrificing anything, without risking life, or limb, or school pride, but for the thrill of the game, and the win.
"….my win." Fuji murmured in surprise when the ball passed by Atobe for the final point. Striding to the net Atobe held out his hand for Fuji to take.
"Rikkai dai will not stand a chance." Atobe smirked, clasping Fuji's hand when it was held out. High from adrenaline and feeling the surge of aggression Atobe always got after a good tennis match Atobe tightened his hold on Fuji's hand and pulled him close. Before he could think straight Atobe kissed Fuji sloppily.
No one refused Atobe Keigo after all.
Fuji's nose bumped against Atobe's, and there was too much spit, but fuji kissed back and the dark urges in Atobe's mind grew. Hopping the net Atobe pushed Fuji back onto the clay court and slid his hand under Fuji's shorts. Fuji broke the kiss and smiled, a sharp-edged smile with dangerous glittering eyes, before his hand found its way into Atobe's pants. What occurred after was short, sticky, and over too soon.
It was both more and less then Atobe could have wished for.
"You'll come watch the matches with Rikkai." Fuji murmured into Atobe's hair, as they both lay flushed and panting on the court. Atobe felt the urge to snap out 'no' but he knew that he would come to Seigaku's next match, and he would do everything in his power short of bribing judges to make sure Seigaku would win. And after Fuji helped hold that gold trophy up high Atobe would arrange for the genius to spend some private time with him at his mansion.
And while Atobe would deny feeling jealous, the thought of Fuji giving anyone else challenging stares from over the net would need to be assuaged by feeling the give of Fuji's body under his hands.
springkinkTitle: Burning Flame
Author/Artist:
kat8chaRating: R
Warnings: none
Word count: 988
Summary: Fuji is not someone Atobe pays attention to, and then he becomes someone Atobe has to.
A/N: Sorry it's late, I had a busy day.
Prompt: Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Fuji: Obsession - "my fantasy has turned to madness/all my goodness has turned to badness/my need to possess you has consumed my soul/my life is trembling I have no control"
Atobe wouldn't call it obsession, an appreciation of beauty, perhaps. Fuji was, after all, very beautiful. His style of tennis was like watching ballet, and Fuji's counter names rolled off the tongue. Except for Fuji's final counter, which stalled and slipped and irritated those who weren't good at tongue twisters. Fuji had never interested Atobe much though; he was someone negligible, barely a blip on Atobe's radar. While Fuji was a good tennis player he was not serious, and Atobe judged everyone in the tennis circuit on their commitment to the game.
The Shitenhouji match changed that. While Atobe had only arrived for Tezuka's match, and had left before the end, he had hired someone to record the entirety of Seigaku's matches against Shitenhouji. It would not, of course, make sense not to have the entire set. Atobe had slipped the DVD into his player and settled on his bed to watch. He had time to kill and needed a break, and he did not realize that watching Fuji's match would change him.
The second Fuji's counters were broken Atobe found his fingers clenching in his embroidered bedcover. Fuji's breathless, panting form was sprawled on the court, his hair in disarray and his cheeks smudged with dirt and sweat. In that second Fuji looked crushed, wholly and completely. The second did not last.
Fuji's determination, his fierce battle against Shiraishi, had Atobe feeling uncomfortable. The recording failed to do justice to Fuji's sparking eyes but they still sent a raw thrill down Atobe's spine. Gone was the sharp edged beauty of Fuji's playing style, replaced with a fierce, wholly unbeatable drive. All Atobe wanted was to be on the other side of the net while Fuji glared at him with darkened eyes.
Fuji's loss seemed to be more his win, Atobe thought, shutting off the DVD player and reaching to undo his pants. He needed to relieve himself after that. Seigaku had another day of free time to recover before they played Rikkai dai… Atobe would see about tracking Fuji down then.
--
"You should rest with the game so close." Atobe purred as he hooked fingers through te chain link fence encasing Fuji's ball cage. "Risk of injury and all."
"Ah." Fuji pushed sweaty hair out of his face and smiled at Atobe before ducking around the large whirring blue machines and turning the ball machines off. "Is that what they told you before your match with Echizen?" Atobe's eyes glanced up and down Fuji, taking in the way the uniform stuck to Fuji's body from sweat.
"I did not listen to them either. Then again, I didn't decide to practice alone." Fuji's top shirt buttons were undone and the polo flapped to expose Fuji's collarbone as he walked towards Atobe.
"You're here now." Fuji purred, the pads of his fingers skimming over Atobe's knuckles before he opened the cage door and slipped out. "I sent the other's away." Fuji shouldered his racket with a smile and Atobe licked his lips. Fuji looked provocative, lit in a seemingly unearthly manner by the gym's fluorescent lights. "They got in the way."
"And I'm not?" Atobe raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I see how it is." Fuji chuckled throatily, his warm gold eyes flickering at Atobe from under his lashes. "A flesh and blood opponent is always useful, ahn?"
It was beneath him to ask for a match like this. To worry that Fuji would turn him down, or worse that Fuji would see through him. Atobe had never felt this type of fear of rejection. After all he was Atobe Keigo. No one rejected him.
"Who am I to turn down a match from Hyotei's captain." Fuji shook his head before slipping past Atobe. "Come, the courts are this way."
--
The match was everything Atobe had feared and hoped it would be. Fuji played without sacrificing anything, without risking life, or limb, or school pride, but for the thrill of the game, and the win.
"….my win." Fuji murmured in surprise when the ball passed by Atobe for the final point. Striding to the net Atobe held out his hand for Fuji to take.
"Rikkai dai will not stand a chance." Atobe smirked, clasping Fuji's hand when it was held out. High from adrenaline and feeling the surge of aggression Atobe always got after a good tennis match Atobe tightened his hold on Fuji's hand and pulled him close. Before he could think straight Atobe kissed Fuji sloppily.
No one refused Atobe Keigo after all.
Fuji's nose bumped against Atobe's, and there was too much spit, but fuji kissed back and the dark urges in Atobe's mind grew. Hopping the net Atobe pushed Fuji back onto the clay court and slid his hand under Fuji's shorts. Fuji broke the kiss and smiled, a sharp-edged smile with dangerous glittering eyes, before his hand found its way into Atobe's pants. What occurred after was short, sticky, and over too soon.
It was both more and less then Atobe could have wished for.
"You'll come watch the matches with Rikkai." Fuji murmured into Atobe's hair, as they both lay flushed and panting on the court. Atobe felt the urge to snap out 'no' but he knew that he would come to Seigaku's next match, and he would do everything in his power short of bribing judges to make sure Seigaku would win. And after Fuji helped hold that gold trophy up high Atobe would arrange for the genius to spend some private time with him at his mansion.
And while Atobe would deny feeling jealous, the thought of Fuji giving anyone else challenging stares from over the net would need to be assuaged by feeling the give of Fuji's body under his hands.
