Sunday, May 27, 2007

Gaaah. Fucking youtube. My Death Note amv was taken off youtube because it violated something. The company that owns DN complained about it or something. I'm like: "wtf???!! I can't even post a music video?! It's not even an episode or anything! I made the video!" so now I have to find another video-hosting website. Maybe photobucket or myspace. *shrug* It pissed me off so much when I saw that it had been taken down. Anyway um...I've written small snipets to my Hyotei/OC fic. It's really cute. I did write one NC-17 scene though...hehehe. Good ol' oral sex XD I'm kinda debating whether I wanna keep my L-porn avatar or use a Kimblee-porn avatar. The Kimmy one is funny. But I like L's comment more, cuz seriously, if there's no porn, blah. I've been so corrupted. =P Oh yeah, and I wrote the hottest scene in my Naruto fanfic where Hidan and Itachi get it on. *fans self* That was some sexy stuff. Serioulsy though, those two are a fucking sexy couple. Hidan liked it, but Itachi is denying he did. haha He'll learn to like it >) You know what's funny? I saw this yaoi pic of two guys, with one jerking the other off and, no joke, they actually look like Hidan and Itachi. So I got my idea for the two of them from seeing that pic. Zomg, it's like the hottest thing EVER. Lookie: http://www.animegalleries.net/img/266315

Don't they look like Itachi and Hidan? mehehe...I'm such a yaoi fan. Okay, anyway. Now for the snipets from my Hyotei/OC fic, since some of you peeps seem to actually like my writing (yay!). I was debating if I should post this fic at ff.net, but I'll need to reread a LOT before I feel it's internet worthy.

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Just so you know, none of these snipets are in any order. I just wrote them when I got got inspiration for them.
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“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Atobe demanded.

“I mean, I’m going back home,” Asami replied irritably. “It’s not rocket science, Atobe.”

“But the school year’s not even over! The tennis tournament is a month away!”

She sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, Atobe. I should have told you earlier. I hadn’t planned on staying the whole year. My uncle only asked me to help coach you for as long as I was away from home. And since things are sort of resolved with my parents, I’m going back.”

He glared at her. “So you had no intention of seeing us play in the tournament?”

“Like I said, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it!” he snapped. Asami stared at him with raised eyebrows. “You’ve trained with us all these months. We’ve become friends, haven’t we? How can you just leave us like this?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Atobe, I don’t belong in Hyotei. I only came here because my uncle happens to be your coach. I love you guys like you’re my brothers, really. You guys are great and fun to be around. I’ll miss each and every one of you brats.”

Atobe frowned. “Why can’t you stay until after the tournament is over with?”

“It’s too long. I miss my parents.”

“Don’t you want to see if all the hard work you put in to train us pays off?”

Asami grinned. “I know you guys will kick the other schools’ asses. I have faith in all of you. Besides, I do read the newspapers. I’ll be able to read about you guys all the time and be able to say ‘Hey, I helped coach them. They’re my team.’”

The diva sighed heavily. “It won’t be the same without you there, Sakaki.”

Asami then surprised him when she grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. Atobe stiffened. “You call this a hug?” Asami grumbled. Atobe smirked and held her back just as tightly. “I think it’s sweet that you don’t want me to leave. If I had my own way, I’d stay up here all the time. But unfortunately, my parents decided to live in the southern part of Japan.”

Atobe chuckled. “Will we ever see you again?”

“Probably.”

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It was irritating. Asami was theirs. Why did she have to help out them? Anyone else would have been fine. Atobe sometimes wondered just what their coach was thinking. Apparently, Coach Sakaki had had a little talk with Seishun Gakuen’s tennis coach. Oh yes, just hearing the name of that school pissed Atobe off. According to Sakaki, Ryuzaki-sensei would be taking a small vacation, creating a slight problem where her team wouldn’t have any supervision. Sakaki had then volunteered his niece to help coach Seigaku (you can imagine the outrage of the Hyotei tennis team when they heard this).

And of course, Asami had agreed to the terms, saying she was fed up with the Hyotei brats anyway. So now she was in close proximity to his rival. Atobe hated spying. He really did. But this was crucial. Asami was in enemy territory and he needed to make sure the Seigaku team treated her well. Of course, he really wasn’t one to talk since he treated her horribly all the time.

At the moment, she was going over some playing strategies with Tezuka Kunimitsu. Atobe watched Tezuka for any signs of trying to touch Asami in places she shouldn’t be touched. It appears someone forgot to mention to the diva that Tezuka isn’t a pervert and would never make a pass at a girl even if she was naked. Moving on…

Asami chose that moment to laugh and lightly pat the much taller boy on the back. Tezuka seemed uncomfortable. Atobe was rooted to the spot where he was hiding, feeling his blood pressure rise considerably. “Relax a little, Tezuka-kun,” he heard Asami say cheerfully. “I’m just a substitute coach. It’s not like I’m gonna bite your head off.”

“Aa. Sorry.”

“These are good strategies. You know your team very well. I wish Atobe had gone over stuff like this with me. It would have helped a lot.”

How dare she compare ore-sama to Tezuka?! he all but shrieked in his mind.

Once again, the captain of Seigaku looked uncomfortable. Asami grinned up at him. “You know, you’re a lot cuter than Atobe.”

Atobe felt his face heat up. He wanted to jump out and murder the both of them! He didn’t care anymore. That little…What is she trying to do?! He became even more infuriated when he saw the dull blush on Tezuka’s face.

“T-Thank you,” Tezuka managed to mumble. He cleared his throat. “Who are you going to meet with first?”

“Hmm…who would you suggest, Tezuka-kun?”

“Echizen.”

Asami blinked and looked over at said person. Atobe followed her line of gaze and felt like ripping his hair out. Not the shrimp! This was too much! She was flirting with his rival and now she would be coaching the brat too? Atobe sighed in defeat before standing up and leaving before anyone even noticed he was there. When he arrived back at Hyotei, where the others were anxiously waiting to hear his report, he collapsed on one of the bleachers and just stared into nothingness.

“Whoa, I’ve never seen Atobe so out of it,” Gakuto muttered.

“Look Jiroh, you’ve got a new sleeping buddy,” Oshitari chuckled.

“Senpai, are you all right?” Ootori managed to ask.

Atobe groaned and closed his eyes. “…too much…” he grumbled.

“Eh?”

“It’s too much…”

“Too much what?” Shishido said. “You’re not making any sense, Atobe.”

“Sakaki…teaching at Seigaku…too much…”

“He’s lost it,” Hiyoshi concluded.

“What happened there, Atobe?” Oshitari asked curiously.

“Her…Tezuka…Echizen…”

The others exchanged looks. “What about them?” Shishido growled. “C’mon Atobe, speak clearly.”

The diva ran a hand through his hair. “She called Tezuka cuter than ore-sama.”

Oshitari smirked. “Aa, that must have bruised your overly large ego, Atobe.”

“And now she’s probably coaching that brat Echizen.”

“Someone’s awfully jealous,” Gakuto whispered to the others.

“I’m not jealous!” Atobe snapped. “Sakaki is ours. Not Seigaku’s.”

“Who says I’m yours?”

All heads turned to see Asami standing above them, her arms crossed. Several of them gulped and blushed. Atobe paled. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” she snarled. “So what, I’m Hyotei’s property now or something? I can’t coach at other schools because someone here doesn’t like?”

“I…”

“Well? Speak up, oh powerful king of Hyotei.”

Atobe’s face turned red. “You didn’t have to compare Tezuka to ore-sama,” he murmured.

“Aww, why? Did that piss you off?” Asami walked down the bleachers until she was in front of him. “You really are a kid, Atobe.” She smiled and then playfully ruffled his hair, to which he gaped at her and fought down a blush.

“Don’t touch ore-sama’s hair!” he shouted, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing.

She grinned. “Okay, so I made a mistake. Maybe Tezuka isn’t cuter than you.”

The regulars looked between Atobe and Asami, as though watching a tennis match. If it was possible, Atobe turned several shades redder and avoided Asami’s gaze. He stared stubbornly at his feet, wishing everyone would leave and let him be embarrassed by himself. He felt Asami sit beside him and he tensed. “Seigaku can’t replace you guys,” she stated. “They’re nice over there, but I like Hyotei more.” She wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You don’t need to feel threatened by Tezuka-kun, Atobe.”

“I…I didn’t,” he said.

“Riiiiight. Anyway, I thought I’d go get some ice cream at the park vendor. You guys wanna come with me?”

“Yeah!” the others, except Oshitari, Atobe, and Kabaji, shouted.

“Let’s go then.” She stood up and extended a hand for Atobe. “You’re not mad at me are you?” she asked.

“No,” he replied. He stared at her hand and smiled as he took it. “You’re right. I have no right or reason to be mad.”

Asami frowned. “Why’s that?”

“You don’t belong to anyone. I was just thinking selfishly.”

She smiled warmly. “You know, Atobe....”

“Let’s go. The others are probably already there.”

“Ah…yeah. Sorry.” Atobe wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but as he led her up the bleachers and out onto the Hyotei campus, he felt her hand hold his tightly and he smiled to himself. Maybe, just maybe, Asami was warming up to him.

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Asami wasn’t really paying attention. It’s not that she was a bad listener. She was just annoyed with the person talking. And no, it wasn’t Atobe for once. On her way from practice with the Hyotei tennis team, she literally was attacked by several girls claiming to be the Hyotei tennis team fanclub and now she was forced to sit through the girls’ long monologues about why they deserved the boys and Asami didn’t. Now can you see why she didn’t want to pay attention?

“Not only are you in close proximity to the others, but you’re also all over Atobe-sama!”

Twitch.

“He’s too good for you! I mean look, you don’t even have a chest!”

Twitch, twitch.

“Besides, Atobe-sama and I have been in love since first year.”

Asami wondered if she’d be excused from murder charges if she stated that she was close to insanity. She shook her head in disbelief. The dreams of children. Ah, bliss. Or…usually. Not where these crazy fangirls were concerned. All the girls were glaring at her. She was sure they were trying to be intimidating, but that just doesn’t work when you’re fourteen or thirteen years old. “Look,” she began, “I’m not dating any of the boys. I’m just coaching them. My uncle, Sakaki-sensei, asked me to and I’m just doing my job. That’s all.”

“Sakaki-sensei is your uncle?” the Atobe fangirl asked.

Asami sighed. Was she not listening to anything else I said? she thought. “Yes he is my uncle. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave me alone.”

Apparently, they were smarter than she thought. “No!” they cried in unison.

“Not until you pay for taking my Choutaro-kun!”

“And my Oshitari-kun!”

“I didn’t take them!” Asami growled. “I coach the tennis team!”

“Liar! I’ve seen you get close to Atobe-sama!”

“You even cuddle with Gakuto-kun and Jiroh-kun!”

“That’s because we’re friends…”

“Friends don’t cuddle!”

Asami watched as they all stood in a line and glared down at her. “We forbid you from seeing them ever again! Stay with your own classmates and leave ours alone!”

Asami narrowed her eyes. “Sorry, but I can’t do that. I have a commitment to this team and I’m not abandoning them just because you girls are bit jealous.”

Their faces turned red in anger. “Don’t talk back to us!” the Atobe fangirl, who seemed to be the ringleader, snapped. She raised her hand and hit Asami across the face. The other girls laughed cruelly.

“Ooh, let me hit her next, Kazuno-senpai!”

Asami didn’t even have a chance to retaliate as the second girl hit her. Dammit, if only my hands weren’t tied behind my back…

“What the hell is going on here?!”

Asami looked up and saw the entire team standing before them. Shishido had been the one that spoke first. He looked positively pissed. Atobe looked…torn. His expression was hard to read from where she sat, but Asami was certain he wasn’t happy. The fangirls immediately bowed and then cast disgusted looks at Asami. “We’re just teaching this trash that she shouldn’t be near the boys’ tennis team,” Kazuno-whats-her-name declared.

“You bitches! You tied up Asami-chan!” Gakuto cried, rushing to untie her.

“And you hit her,” Oshitari said coolly, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “How despicable.”

Ootori also went to Asami’s side and took out a wash cloth to dab at her cuts and bruises. Asami had never seen the tall boy so angry. When her hands were untied, she flexed her fingers slowly. Gakuto looked on the verge of tears. Asami smiled at him and hugged him.

“Stop hugging, Gakuto-kun!” one of the girls shrieked.

“Who said you could call me that?” the magenta-haired teen spat. “We aren’t on friendly terms. I’ve never even met you before.”

Atobe strolled over to Asami and reached out a hand to gently touch the bruises on her face. He narrowed his steel blue eyes and turned to face the culprits. “How dare you hit her,” he said icily.

“She’s put a spell on you, Atobe-sama! Why do you take her side over ours?”

His eyes flashed angrily. “I don’t hit girls, but rest assured, I would like nothing more than to hit you all right now.”

“Relax, Atobe,” Asami said with a smirk. “I have no qualms hitting my own gender. Let me take a whack at ‘em.”

“S-Stay back!” the girls whimpered. They ran away, leaving a tense atmosphere.

Atobe suddenly pulled Asami into a hug, startling her and everyone else there. “Um…Atobe…why are you hugging me?” she asked.

“Ore-sama is sorry,” he whispered.

“Sorry…?”

“For not coming sooner.”

“…oh.” She wrapped her arms around him and smiled. “It’s okay, Atobe. They were just stupid fangirls with nothing better to do. I let my guard down. It happens.”

“It shouldn’t have.” He gave her a saddened look and gently touched the cheek that had been hit. “You shouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

“I’ll live,” she shrugged.

“Asami-san, we were so worried,” Ootori piped up. “I’m glad we found you in time before things became too dangerous.”

Asami smiled. “Thanks, guys. I’m fine now, really.” She walked away, Gakuto and Ootori both hounding her with questions if she was all right.

“She’s stronger than most girls,” Oshitari mumbled. “She took their hits without shedding one tear.”

Atobe’s fists clenched. “She shouldn’t have had to go through that at all. It’s because she’s associated with us.”

“Atobe, don’t worry so much. Asami-han is fine and she can take care of herself.”

“I don’t like seeing her hurt.”

The navy-haired teen blinked before grinning. “Awfully protective, aren’t you?”

He was surprised when Atobe didn’t even deny it. “That’s right. If anyone should harm her again, they answer to ore-sama.”

Could he…No. He couldn’t. Oshitari watched his friend and captain’s expression one last time before it dawned on him. His blue eyes widened. Atobe’s fallen in love.

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WARNING: THIS NEXT PART CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 17...OR PEOPLE THAT GENERALLY DON'T LIKE READING NAUGHTY STUFF =P On a side note, I don't know why I used to write lemons when I was like 15. I had absolutely NO IDEA what being in love or having sex was like. I still don't know, but for sex, I can kind of improvise from everything my friends have told me and all the other lemons I've read through the years. Sooo...enjoy!
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He hated being called cute. No, wait, hate wasn’t strong enough. He utterly loathed being called cute. Sure, it was okay when he was a baby, but he was almost fifteen-years-old! He was no longer ‘cute.’ If anything, he was handsome. So for the life of him, Atobe couldn’t remember why he hadn’t clawed Sakaki Asami’s head off yet with her continued teasing of him being ‘cute.’ It irritated him on the inside, but on the outside he blushed like a little kid (which he was, but he doesn’t see it that way).

There were times many people forgot Atobe Keigo was actually just a middle school student. He spoke and acted like he was a king (well, he was the self-appointed king of Hyotei middle school). But there was that one person who defied him: Sakaki Asami. She had too much confidence, in his opinion. She treated him like a child and called him stupid pet names. He hated it and he hated her…or so he told himself.

Oshitari had asked him one day why his cheeks always reddened when Asami was around. Of course Atobe denied everything, fighting down a blush all the while. This created an opportunity for the tensai to smirk and mutter to his doubles partner about his findings. And Gakuto with his big mouth had blurted out, “No way! Atobe likes Asami-chan?!” This caused several heads to turn, mouths to hang open, and fangirls to scream and tear their hair out. Not a pretty sight. Atobe remembered daydreaming in his biology class that day (which he never did before, mind you) about all the different ways he could murder Oshitari.

Word spread fast around the Hyotei campus. It was only natural for it to eventually reach the high school as well. Atobe dreaded the news finding its way to Asami. He didn’t need to give her another thing to tease him about. He hated being so competitive with a girl, but she was different. She was the coach’s niece and for some reason, that made her different than all the other girls Atobe had ever known. She was rude to him all the time, unlike the fangirls at school who melted into piles of goo if Atobe so much as looked at them. The Hyotei diva sighed as he made his way out the gates of the school and headed towards his waiting limo. That’s when his eyes landed on the figure leaning against the pillar by the gates, arms crossed.

This isn’t happening, he thought, stiffening as he walked closer. The figure turned and smirked.

“Hey, brat.”

Damn everyone to Hell. “What are you doing here, Sakaki?”

“What? Can’t I come say hi once in awhile?”

“No.”

“You know, with that attitude you give me, it surprises me that you actually have a crush on me.”

Atobe’s face turned bright red. “O-Ore-sama does NOT have a crush on you!”

Asami raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s not what everyone else is saying.”

“Everyone else is lying.”

“Oh I see. You’re trying to deny your feelings. That is so…cute.”

He twitched. She’d said the hated word: the word he wanted to permanently remove from the dictionaries of the world. Atobe clenched his fists, praying to whatever gods above to just end his life right then and there. The embarrassment was becoming too much. “You look flustered, Atobe,” Asami continued, her eyes teasing. “Not shy, are you?”

“Why the hell would ore-sama be shy?” he spat, trying to keep his temper down. One more tease and he would attack.

“Well…I am awfully close to you.” To make her point, she took a step closer, so that their lips were mere centimeters apart. Atobe wanted to head-butt her, but his eyes kept lowering down to her lips, which were pulled into a grin. He unconsciously licked his lips. What would it be like to taste her again…? Asami’s grin widened. “You’re too damn cute for your own good, Atobe.”

Hearing the word again shook him out of his fantasy. He scowled angrily. “Leave me alone, Sakaki.”

“Aww, but why?”

He glared at her. “I mean it.”

She sighed and stepped out of his way. “Very well. See you at practice tomorrow after school.”

“Che.” He walked past her and literally collapsed in his limousine before closing the door. Asami smiled and waved to him as he drove off, but he scowled once again and ignored her. He had no idea his cheeks were flushed a dark shade of pink until he saw himself in his portable mirror (come on, you know he has one). I look like a blushing school boy! he cried in his mind. What the hell is WRONG with me?!

When he arrived at practice the next day, he expected everyone else to be there before him and was surprised to find the Hyotei courts empty. He blinked and shrugged, thinking maybe he was just early. He went into the locker room to change into his uniform and when he came out, he was still surprised to see no one on the courts. Maybe he’d gotten the time wrong? No, Atobe Keigo never misinterpreted the time. All the regulars couldn’t be sick. He’d seen them all at school. Atobe frowned and crossed his arms. Something was wrong…

He practiced by himself, hoping that this was all just a bad dream or that someone was playing a joke. Any minute now his team would pop out from somewhere and say: “April Fools!” or some sort of nonsense. The sun was dangerously close to setting and Atobe felt betrayed, somewhere deep in his heart. He wouldn’t let tears fall, but he was enraged and saddened that he had been lied to. He packed his racket away in his bag as he went back to the locker room to change. That’s when he heard the laugh. He looked up from pulling off his shirt and narrowed his eyes.

“Hello?” he said. Another laugh. “Who’s there?” He heard footsteps and turned his head. His eyes widened. “Sakaki? What the hell?”

“Sorry about doing this to you, Atobe, but I needed to talk with you. Alone.”

He glared at her. “I feel humiliated enough. I don’t feel like talking.”

“I understand you’re angry at me. But—”

“No! I waited here for two hours! You lied to me! You aren’t supposed to do that!”

Asami bit her lip. “I know and I’m sorry. But you won’t talk to me if I go to your school, so this was the only way.”

Atobe despised her at the moment. Everything about her was pissing him off. On top of that, she was in the boys’ locker room again. Realizing that he was shirtless in front of her, he became somewhat nervous. “What do you want?” he mumbled.

“I want the truth.”

“Truth? About what?”

“About how you feel. I’m sick of hearing it from the mouths of total strangers. I want to hear it from your own mouth, Atobe.”

“There’s nothing to tell. Ore-sama doesn’t have a crush on you.”

“Why do you say that when your heart obviously disagrees?”

Atobe narrowed his eyes. “You know nothing about ore-sama’s heart.”

Asami sighed and sat down. “You’re right. I don’t. But I want to.”

He was taken aback and blinked at her. Was she asking…? No. That couldn’t be it. He bit his own lip and avoided her questioning eyes. “Sakaki, please leave,” he said softly.

“No,” she answered. “I’m not leaving until you tell me.”

“This is ridiculous…”

“How so? I just want a straight answer from you, Atobe. That’s all.” He turned around and stared at the floor, muttering something under his breath. Asami hesitated before asking, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said I…like you,” he murmured. “I have for awhile. There. Are you happy now, Sakaki?”

Asami was on her feet and walking towards him. She backed him up against the lockers and stared into his blue eyes. Atobe watched her curiously, feeling his heart beat quicken. Then her lips were on his, gently sucking on his bottom lip. He felt his knees give out beneath him and was thankful Asami’s arms had wrapped around his neck, drawing him in. This wasn’t anything like their previous kiss. He had been the one to initiate it, but now the roles were reversed. And Atobe found that he liked it. Her lips were warm and soft. He let out a small moan as the kiss became more passionate with her hands grabbing at his hair to pull him closer. Her mouth molded against his and he welcomed her, opening his mouth for her and receiving a probing tongue in the process. The scene was incredibly sensuous and for teenagers of their age, probably indecent.

But neither of them cared. All Atobe wanted in that moment was to kiss her until he ran out of breath. Which was, unfortunately, coming soon. He could only breathe so much out of his nose. When they finally broke apart, their lips swollen, Asami smiled at him and kissed his forehead. His cheeks were pink, but he was giving her one of his famous smirks. He didn’t notice just how excited he had become until Asami looked down and saw the bulge in his shorts. His eyes widened and he panicked. “Atobe, you don’t have to hide it,” she said.

“But—”

Any complaint would have been idiotic at the moment. Asami had dropped to her knees and the Hyotei diva hadn’t stopped blushing. She wasn’t planning to… He felt his heart speed up and his muscles tense when her hands hooked on the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down, leaving him in his boxers. She pulled those down as well. It took all his will-power not to fall on his butt when her mouth very slowly closed over the head of his manhood. Nothing had ever felt that good in his life. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth on him was amazing. Her left hand was holding his waist to help support him while her right hand stroked his inner thighs and fondled him. He let out a breathy sigh and then groaned, leaning his head against the locker and trying to support himself on his jelly legs. Her teeth scraped the base and he gasped, closing his eyes and feeling a wonderful sensation in the pit of his stomach which traveled down into his erection. Asami was humming a tune to herself. Atobe wasn’t sure what it was nor did he care. All he cared about at the moment was the pleasurable feeling that was building up inside him.

Asami used her tongue along the slick base and wrapped her right hand around him. The pleasure was mounting. Atobe could feel himself about ready to burst. A scream emitted from his throat when she touched his sweet spot. All logical thinking stopped when she started to use her hand to pump him. He hips bucked and he thrust out and into her waiting mouth. She hummed happily, and the reverberations traveled down his scrotum, increasing the pleasure. He could feel his release coming. Suddenly, white hot pleasure like nothing he had ever felt before overcame him and his body shuddered as he came in her mouth. His legs then gave out and he slid to the floor. Asami crawled over to him and wiped his sweaty brow with her hand.

“How was it?” she asked smiling.

He closed his eyes slowly before opening them. “Wonderful,” he replied breathlessly. His hair was matted to his face and he was covered in sweat. But he didn’t care. He felt incredible and shy all at once. “You realize no one can find out about this.”

“Of course.” She kissed him gently. “You really are cute, Keigo.”

For once, the word didn’t bother as much as it should have. He simply smiled and took deep breaths. Life, as he knew it, had changed.

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I'd also like to note that this particular scene was decided after I drew a pic of Atobe like...in the mist of getting blown ^-^ hehe...the expression is just...beautiful. I really am an artist, seriously. And now I'm starting to talk like Hidan O.o hehe, cool! And hey, I've written alternate endings for all the Hyotei regulars...well...sort of. Be warned! THERE ARE LEMONS! DON'T LIKE DON'T READ. But seriously, how can you NOT like lemons? They're so...juicy and satisfying, mehehe XD Once again, none of these are really in any order. I just wrote them whenever. Hell, some of these aren't even really finished but damn are they hot. ^-^ So enjoy, you pervs, you.
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Atobe was rarely surprised about anything. But when he saw Sakaki Asami again for the first time since his junior high school days, he was completely and utterly speechless. It had been at a party that was being held by his parents. He remembered seeing his coach from school, Sakaki Taro, there along with who could only be his brother. Atobe had watched the two mingle from his place in the corner. That’s when his eyes fell on the sandy-haired woman at the table near them, looking bored and out of place. She was wearing a pale blue dress and her somewhat long hair reached down to her shoulders.

Smirking, the nineteen-year-old walked up to her, preparing to ask her to dance. But that’s when the woman decided to turn around. All rational thought left his brain as he stared into the familiar grinning face of Sakaki Asami. “Well, if it isn’t Atobe Keigo,” she sneered. “What’s up, brat?”

He continued to stare at her before shaking his head. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Sakaki, I’ve already grown up. I’m no longer a brat.”

She smiled. “I guess you got taller. But you’ll always be a brat in my eyes.”

He glowered at her. “I see you’ve grown your hair out. I thought you swore you never would.”

She shrugged. “I needed a change.”

Atobe couldn’t explain why he felt compelled to continue with his earlier mission. He held out his hand to the brunette, who stared at him oddly. “Would you care to dance?” he asked with a smile.

Asami blinked. She smiled back at him before taking his hand and standing up. “I’m a horrible dancer,” she said. “Just thought you should know that.”

“I don’t mind.” He let his other hand rest on her waist as they began to slow dance. Somehow, Atobe felt like he could do anything at that moment. The woman before him was so beautiful and had outgrown her tomboyish looks. He was pleased to note that she was wearing the necklace he bought her for White Day, back when he had been in junior high. “What made you decide to wear that?” he said, directing his gaze to the fine piece of jewelry around her neck. Asami looked down. “If I recall, you loudly declared that you would never wear jewelry under any circumstance.”

She shrugged with a grin. “What can I say? It looks good on me.”

Indeed it does, he thought. “And what’s this about you saying you can’t dance? You haven’t stepped on my feet once,” he sneered.

He saw her cheeks turn pink. “Just wait,” she mumbled. “I’ll probably mess up soon.”

“You don’t have any confidence in yourself on the dance floor, do you, Sakaki?”

“Not really,” she answered shyly.

“But you have enormous confidence on the tennis court,” he smirked.

“Of course,” she replied with a smile. “But I’m not the only one.” She looked pointedly at him.

Atobe chuckled. They continued to dance for another half hour. They talked about what they had each been up to in the years they hadn’t seen each other. Atobe could feel himself reacting to her.

***

The moment they were through the doors, Atobe locked them, and in two long strides made his way to where Asami stood. He backed her up against the large loveseat, letting his hands gently touch her face before claiming her lips with his own. He felt his knees go weak at the contact. She tasted even better than before. Not wanting to waste anymore time, his hands went up her dress to pull down her panties. He could already tell how aroused she was. He tentatively let one finger enter her wetness and smirked against her lips when she cried out. He added another finger and began his ministrations. Her hips jerked at the intrusion but almost instantly bucked excitedly as her climax hit.

“A-Atobe,” she mumbled, holding onto his shoulders tightly.

“It’s nice to finally see you so vulnerable,” he stated, caressing her face. He then kissed her again. She nibbled on his lip and he groaned happily. “I can’t describe how happy I am that you’re responding to my feelings now.” Their lips parted again. “Asami…”

Asami blushed. “I like when you say my name, Atobe.”

“Really?” he purred. “Then would you do me the honor and say my name as well?”

She leaned closer and sucked at the junction between his ear and jaw. He threw his head back and let out a small moan of delight. “Keigo,” she whispered and he shuddered happily.

Atobe brought his mouth over hers once again before backing away and fixing his suit. “I’ll call you,” he said. “Do you have my cell phone number?”

She nodded. “I kept everyone’s number just in case.”

He smiled. “Delete everyone else’s number but ore-sama’s.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you all to myself,” he answered huskily, taking her into his arms and kissing the side of her neck.

“Still as arrogant as ever,” she teased.

***

Oshitari wasn’t sure whether he should be shocked or pleased to see Sakaki Asami in line at the movie theater. It had been years since he had last seen her. She must be 21 now, he thought. She also grew out her hair. He smiled slightly and gently tapped her shoulder. She turned around and gaped.

“Oshitari Yuushi?” she said in shock. He nodded. “Wow. Look at you. Aren’t you just the handsome man?”

Oshitari fought back a blush. “Thank you, Asami-han. You’ve grown even lovelier since I last saw you.”

“So what brings you to the movie theater today?”

“I’m here to see the newest romance film,” he stated. “And you?”

“You too? Seriously?” He saw her blush slightly. “I’m also here to see it.”

“Oh? I didn’t know you liked those kinds of films.”

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d like them either.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but could you two move up?” an angry man snapped from behind them. “There ARE other people waiting in line.”

“S-Sorry,” Asami mumbled with a bow. She grabbed Oshitari’s hand (to which he felt his heart do a double-flip in his chest excitedly) and rushed to the ticket stand. “Hi, two tickets for Be Still My Heart.” She turned to Oshitari. “You don’t mind if I pay for your ticket, right?”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” he said with a smirk. They took their tickets and chatted all the way until they entered the movie theater. They sat down in the middle of the theater. “There are a lot of couples here,” he noted looking around.

“Heh, the girls probably bribed their boyfriends here,” Asami chuckled. “Not many men are into romance movies.” She cast him a sidelong look. “I’m glad you’re not like other men, Oshitari.”

He blinked and pushed his glasses up. “Thank you, Asami-han.”

“You don’t need to call me that. Asami-chan would be more appropriate since we’ve known each other a long time.”

“All right…Asami-chan.”

She smiled. She was about to say something when the lights dimmed and the movie screen began showing previews. She settled down into her seat but watched the tensai out of the corner of her eye. He hadn’t changed much since she had last seen him. He was taller and more handsome, but he was still the same Oshitari Yuushi. The movie eventually started.

Oshitari was having a hard time concentrating on the movie. As much as he wanted to see it, Sakaki Asami was much more entertaining and certainly better looking than the actress onscreen. At least, in his opinion she was. He found his gaze solely on Asami and nothing else. He reached for her hand as he leaned closer.

The brunette turned to look at him. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?” she whispered angrily. “I’m trying to watch the movie!”

“I can’t concentrate on the movie,” he whispered back. He leaned closer as he closed his eyes. Asami was trying to keep him away, unsure of his actions. His hands took hold of her face. He then pressed his lips to hers, letting out a breathy moan of happiness when he pulled away.

“O-Oshitari?!” she shrieked in a whisper. “What the hell are you thinking?!”

“I’m thinking…you want this too, Asami-chan.” He then knocked her to the floor, straddling her hips and leaning down to kiss her again. Asami struggled for a bit before returning his hungry kisses with her own. His tongue danced within her mouth and she groaned, arching her back.

“Oh…god…Oshitari…” she mumbled. His lips sucked at the junction of her jaw and neck.

“Whoa! Check it out! Those two are having sex!” someone cried.

In seconds, security was inside the theater, pulling Oshitari and Asami away from each other and throwing them out for improper behavior. The two stood outside the building for a few minutes before glancing at each other. “Do you want to head over to my place?” Asami asked. “We can…finish what we started.”

Oshitari grinned. “Do you really need to ask?”

When they arrived back at Asami’s apartment, it only took a few minutes before their clothes were strewn across the floor. Asami wrapped her legs around his hips as he thrust her against the wall in her bedroom. Their lips were everywhere. Oshitari had never wanted someone as desperately as he did in that moment. He rocked his hips against hers, causing her to gasp out and clutch onto his shoulders.

“Asami,” he moaned, licking the side of her neck. His glasses were fogging up. Asami carefully reached up to remove them.

“You’re even more handsome without your glasses,” she muttered. Her lips found his again. “Yuushi…good god…if I don’t have you now, I think I’ll die.”

“Such an exaggeration,” he teased. His hand reached down to enter inside her wetness. He felt his knees go weak at how hot and wet she was. He delved a finger deep inside her and began to stroke her from the inside. Asami cried out, bucking her hips wildly against him. She hit her orgasm within a few minutes. She gazed lovingly at Oshitari as he put her legs back on the floor. “No sex on the first date,” he said in a sing-song voice.

Asami pouted. “You’re no fun, Yuushi.”

He smirked. “I can promise lots of hot steamy sex the next time we see each other.” He kissed her, biting her lip gently.

“Good.”

***

“Ryou-san, I don’t feel comfortable doing this,” Ootori Choutaro mumbled as he and his best friend walked into the club. The music was loud and people all around them were dancing.

Shishido Ryou scowled. “C’mon, Choutaro. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“But—”

“There she is!” The brunette dragged the taller man across the dance floor until they were standing in front of a beautiful woman with long light brown hair. “Hope you weren’t waiting long, Asami,” Shishido said with a grin.

Ootori’s eyes widened. “Asami-san?”

The woman smiled warmly at him. “Hey. Been awhile, huh?”

“W-What are you doing here?”

“Meeting you of course. I ran into Shishido a few days ago and he said we could meet up here.”

Ootori glanced at his friend. “Ryou-san, why didn’t you say anything about seeing Asami-san again?”

He shrugged. “Thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

“Well it certainly is,” Asami said with a wink. “Wanna dance, Ootori-kun?”

“A-Anou…I’m not very good…”

“Neither am I. Let’s go.”

“But—”

She dragged him onto the dance floor, causing Shishido to laugh out loud. “Go for it, Choutaro!” he called.

“Senpai…” Ootori’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink when Asami brushed up against him. “So…um…how have you been, Asami-san?” he asked.

“All right I guess,” she replied, turning around to wrap her arms around his neck. “Wow, you got taller. Either that, or I’m shrinking.”

“You’re too young to shrink, Asami-san.”

“You can drop the –san, Ootori. We’ve known each other a long time.”

“But—”

“If you don’t, I might do something,” she said leaning towards his ear.

Ootori blinked. “Do…something? Like what?”

She smirked. “Call me ‘Asami-san’ again and you’ll find out.”

Strangely enough, the normally shy man gave a smile and said, “Show me, Asami-san.”

Asami grinned up at him before reaching down to grab his ass. Ootori gasped and stared at her with wide eyes. She winked and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “Did you like that, Ootori-kun?”

He shivered and nodded, seeing Shishido still in the crowd watching them. “Asami-san, why?”

Her hand moved to touch the bulge in the front of his pants. He nearly doubled over in shock at being touched there. “Because I like you, Ootori. You and Shishido.”

Shishido had then decided at that moment to cut in. He danced with Asami as Ootori watched them, still mulling over Asami’s words in his head. She liked them? Not as friends…but as something more? The tall man fought down a blush. His old childhood crush on Asami was resurfacing. He knew almost all the Hyotei regulars had all had crushes on Asami; some more noticeable than others. He was, in particular, very bad at hiding his emotions. He wore his feelings on his sleeve. Shishido was the first to realize his teammate’s feelings for Asami. Thankfully, he’d never mentioned it to anyone else.

Ootori let out a small sigh as he watched his friend and crush dance. Did Shishido like Asami as well? If the smirk on the brunette’s lips as he pulled the older woman against him was any indication, Ootori would have to say that yes, Shishido did like Asami. He wasn’t sure if he should be happy or disappointed. Surely Asami would prefer a man much more confident and daring; in short, someone like Shishido. But, he had to remember, she did say she liked both of them.

The song ended, and the two walked up to him, laughing and wiping sweat from their brows. “Ready to go, Choutaro?” Shishido said, still trying to catching his breath.

“Go where?” the silver-haired man replied.

Asami smiled. “To my apartment, silly.”

Ootori gaped at her. “Your—”

She leaned up and whispered in his ear, “I wanna get to know you guys better.”

A half-hour later, Ootori found himself inside Asami’s apartment with Shishido and Asami. Their host had decided to go change into ‘something comfortable’, as she put it. He kept looking around the room from where he sat, his eyes finally stopping on a photograph of the Hyotei tennis team and Asami. He smiled as he stood up to go pick it up. “Do you remember this, Ryou-san?” he mumbled. The shorter man came up beside him to look at the picture.

He chuckled. “Yeah. Those were some good times, ne, Choutaro?”

Ootori nodded as he placed the photo back down on the shelf he got it from. “You guys reminiscing?” They both turned as Asami entered the room. Ootori felt his mouth go dry. She was wearing a bath robe! His cheeks burned furiously. Asami sat down on the couch, crossing her legs. “So, tell me what you’ve been up to, guys,” she said.

“We’re both in college now,” Shishido answered. “I’m still a bit unsure of my major. Choutaro still loves music though.”

“Oh?” Asami smiled at the other man.


***

Ootori couldn’t remember how it had come to this. One moment, he, Shishido, and Asami were talking. And the next, Shishido had kissed Asami, who then had responded and began to tear off his friend’s clothes. Ootori could only watch in strange fascination as the two continued to kiss and take their clothes off. He felt a blush creeping up his cheeks. He shouldn’t have been watching. It was wrong.

He made to stand up, but was called back by Asami. “Ootori, where do you think you’re going?”

He fumbled with his hands. “Home, Asami-san. You and Ryou-san obviously want to be alone and—”

“Choutaro,” Shishido said firmly. “Get your ass over here.”

Ootori blinked. “Huh?”

“I said, get your ass over here.”

“But Ryou-san—”

Shishido growled and stood up, his pants unzipped. He roughly grabbed Ootori by the arm and tossed him onto the sofa behind Asami. She was chuckling slightly. Ootori merely blinked again, confused. “We’re going to take her together, Choutaro,” the brunette explained.

The taller man blushed. “But that’s—”

“No buts, Choutaro-kun,” Asami purred, leaning against his chest as Shishido worked to take off her robe. He gulped, unsure of what to do. He wasn’t like Shishido; he wasn’t straightforward when doing things; he was shy and nervous. He could feel heat traveling down to the organ between his thighs and suppressed a moan. Asami was the only girl to ever get him to react in such a way. As she pressed against him, her neck was exposed and he let his lips gently touch the smooth skin. Shishido looked up and smirked.

“Good, Chou,” he said with a nod. “Let’s make her orgasm.”

The silver-haired man smiled back and went to work on kissing and sucking Asami’s neck. Shishido had successfully removed her robe and was greeted with the sight of her aroused womanhood. He spread her legs apart as he settled himself in front of her, watching both Asami and Ootori. It looked like his friend was finally breaking out of his shell. He smiled before taking one of his fingers and gently pushing it inside her. Asami visibly shuddered and arched her back. He continued his ministrations before removing his fingers and using his tongue instead.

Asami gasped and arched up off the sofa. Ootori watched his friend orally pleasure her as he held her down. Shishido then pulled back, licking his lips. “You’re stubborn, Asami. What will it take to make you orgasm?”

She smirked. “Who knows?”

Shishido scowled. “Oi, Choutaro, take off your pants.”

“Huh…Wha?” the other man stuttered.

“You heard me. Take off your pants.”

“Um…Why, Ryou-san?”

He sighed. “You’re going to take her first.”

“What?! B-But—”

“It’s okay, Choutaro-kun,” Asami whispered as she turned around to face him. “I don’t bite…unless you want me to.” Ootori blushed furiously and fiddled with his belt and zipper. Could they blame him for being nervous? He’d never had sex before and had certainly never had anyone else see him naked before. He slowly pulled his pants down, which seemed to aggravate Asami. “Just take them off!” she snarled. He panicked and let them fall to the floor. He didn’t like the scrutinizing gaze she gave him as he sat back down on the sofa. “Not bad,” she said, letting her hand stroke his manhood so that it was erect and dripping pre-cum.

Ootori sighed happily, wanting to orgasm right then and there. Having her hands touch him was incredible. She squeezed in just the right places to make his hips jerk and to make his stomach contract excitedly. He could feel the sweat building up as he looked at her with a lustful gaze he had never given anyone. He pressed a sloppy kiss on her lips, bumping her chin along the way. Asami made no complaints as she continued to touch him. He kissed her again, this time much more fiercely. He knocked her to the sofa, with him on top. He spread her legs apart and moved her hand away from him.

“Asami,” he moaned, pressing his erection against her entrance. “Forgive me if this hurts.” He thrust his hips forward. Both of them cried out. Ootori wanted to cum at that one moment. Just being inside her for an instant was gratifying. Asami clung onto his shoulders as he started a steady rhythm. He thrust in and out, smiling when she started to softly call out his name. He could feel her muscles contracting around him. Her body was shuddering, aching to release. He could tell since he wanted to reach his climax as well.

“Keep going, Choutaro,” Shishido mumbled from where he sat. His pants were off and he was stroking himself languidly, eyes locked on the two of them having sex.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can go for, Ryou-san,” Ootori replied. “I feel my climax coming.”

“Hold yourself inside her for a minute. See how she reacts.”

“Uh, hai.”

As he thrust in, he did as he was told. He held himself inside of her warm body for a minute. Asami had just gotten used to his thrusts and was suddenly stunned to find that he had stopped inside of her. Her muscles moved around him and for once, she was able to fully comprehend just how big he was. She groaned happily and thrust her hips upwards, begging him to continue their love-making. Instead, he pulled out suddenly. “Choutaro-kun?” she mumbled. “What’s wrong?”

“I would have cum inside you,” he said blushing. “I—”

“Shh, let me.” He watched as she closed her mouth around the head of his erection. Her tongue licked his sweet spot and he gave an almighty shudder as white hot pleasure engulfed him. She nibbled on the tip and he cried out as his fluids spilled into her mouth. Asami hummed to herself as she pulled back and licked her lips. Ootori was flushed red and his hair was askew. But he was still beautiful. She caressed the side of his face and leaned closer to kiss him.


***

Akutagawa Jiroh had had a long day at work and was looking forward to only one thing. He wanted to relax at his favorite massage place. He sighed happily as he imagined falling asleep as some pretty woman eased the tension out of his stiff body. “Good afternoon, Akutagawa-san,” the receptionist greeted. “Here for your three o’clock appointment?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Who’s scheduled to be my masseuse today?”

“Our newest recruit.”

Jiroh made a face. “A rookie?”

“She’s really good, Akutagawa-san. Trust me.”

He shrugged. “All right. What room am I in?”

“The last one down the hall on the right.”

“Thanks.” When he entered the room, he removed all his clothes and laid himself down on the massage table, putting the towel over his butt and closing his eyes contently. He heard the door open. He glanced up and felt his mouth drop open. “Asami-chan?”

The woman turned and gasped. “Jiroh? What the—?”

“You’re my masseuse today?” Jiroh managed to ask.

“I…um…yeah. I work here now.”

He smiled. “It’s great to see you, Asami-chan. It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah.” He rested his head back down. “So I’m curious,” she continued. “What is it you do that gives you all this stress?” He shrugged. “That’s not an answer, Jiroh.”

“I don’t really wanna discuss my job,” he replied.

“Okay.” She began to gently massage his shoulders, earning her a happy sigh. She smiled. “I know I’m not as great as the other masseuse you had…”

“You’re right,” he mumbled back. Asami felt her confidence plummet. “You’re better,” he finished. Asami smiled again and continued to massage him. Jiroh came back every week and always specifically asked for Asami to be his masseuse. The two talked about what was new in their lives. After seeing each other (professionally of course) for three months, Jiroh started to realize how much he actually liked Asami. She was a great friend and everything, but he wanted more.

So when he came that particular week of April, he told himself that he would ask her out on a date. That was simple enough. Unfortunately, his nerves got the better of him when he saw how sexy she looked in her uniform that day. It was no different than any other day she wore it, but for some reason, it triggered a reaction from him that he was desperately trying to hide. He stripped his clothes off and laid himself on the massaging table, willing his penis to go limp again. When she placed her hands on his back, he had to suppress a moan.

Jiroh started to panic. If he turned over, she would notice. Her hand traveled down his lower back until going under the towel and onto his butt. At first he was in complete shock. But the shock faded quickly. Asami was only doing her job, anyway. There’s no way she’d just grope him during a session. But when her hand traveled a little lower, he began to have doubts and his erection throbbed painfully.

“A-Asami-chan,” he said, deciding to ask her now before it was too late. “I have something I’d like to ask you.”

“Okay,” she replied. Her hand went between his thighs and he clenched his teeth. “Could you turn over for me?”

“Um…I’m not so sure that’s a good idea…”

“C’mon Jiroh, I need to do your chest and neck now.” He could feel himself about ready to explode. He groaned and turned over. He closed his eyes after seeing the huge tent under the towel. Asami was silent as she stared at him. Her eyes were wide. “Uh….”

“See? I told you it was a bad idea,” he sighed. “Anyway, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out to dinner sometime.”

“Um…sure.” She continued to stare at his clothed erection. “Jiroh, do you need help with that?”

“That’d be much appreciated,” he whimpered back. Asami nodded and closed the shades to the room before removing the towel on him and grabbing his cock with both hands. She pumped him hard and fast, even going so far as to lick the pre-cum off the head. Jiroh was panting and moaning as she jerked him off. It was embarrassing but it felt incredible. Eventually, he came and the two looked at each other awkwardly.

“Well…um…”

“I’ll see you Friday night at seven o’clock,” he stated, blushing furiously. “And…thanks for this.”

“N-No problem.”

***

This is awesome! That was all Mukahi Gakuto could think as he budgie-jumped off a tall mountain peer. The wind hit his face as he descended down. He couldn’t even begin to describe the wonderful sensation he got after budgie-jumping. His exhilaration would sky-rocket and he’d feel energized to do just about anything. He was currently on a vacation from work. The red-head hadn’t had a decent vacation in a long time, not since high school, so he was making the most of it.

He relaxed a bit as he felt himself being pulled back up to where he had jumped off. His life was in order. But there was one thing that was missing. He didn’t have a girlfriend, a lover, or anyone really special to his heart. He knew he was stubborn, but he only wanted one girl. Sakaki Asami was a good friend of his and was the only girl he could honestly say he cared for. He was happy that she had come along with him on his vacation.

He saw Asami waiting at the top for him, dressed in a tank-top and cargo shorts with her sandy-colored hair tied back in a high ponytail. She smiled at him. “Hey, Gakuto-kun,” she greeted. “How was it?”

“Great!” he exclaimed, a huge grin on his face. “You should try it sometime, Asami-chan.”

“I’m kinda scared of heights.”

“Aww.” He handed the equipment back to the person that he had paid and walked away with Asami. “So what do you wanna do?” he asked.

“I was thinking maybe a quick game of tennis?”

He blinked. He hadn’t played tennis in a long time. He occasionally played with Oshitari, since they were best friends, but he wasn’t as passionate about the sport anymore. He also knew Asami wasn’t an avid tennis player anymore either. She played with her uncle from time to time, from what she said, but was nowhere near as good as she had been in high school.

“I don’t see why not,” he said with a shrug. “You never did play against me when you were training us back in the day.”

She grinned. “Is that so? Guess we’ll have to see which one of us is stronger then.” They were able to find a private court and borrowed rackets from the sponsor building that owned the place. “Hmm…it’s not as good as my old racket, but it’ll have to do,” she mumbled, fiddling with the strings on the barrowed racket. “Ready, Gakuto-kun?”

“Yep!”

She threw the ball into the air and served it. Gakuto smirked and did a back flip before returning the serve with ease. “Nice move!” Asami called, hitting the ball back over the net.

“Thanks!”

They continued like that for awhile. Gakuto felt this was a good opportunity to somehow tell Asami how he felt. As they played, he just wanted to drop his racket on the ground, jump the net, and kiss her with everything he had. He spaced out for too long and ended up getting hit in the head by one of Asami’s returns. He fell to the ground.

“Gakuto!” she cried, rushing towards him.

He opened and closed his eyes slowly, but his head hurt. He could see Asami through blurred vision. “I’m fine,” he said softly. “It’s just a bump on the head.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” she growled. “I thought I really hurt you.”

He smiled. “Nah, that return had no power in it anyway.”

Asami stuck her tongue out at him. “Remind me never to worry about you. Baka.”

Gakuto felt his opportunity arrive in that instant. He pulled her down by the head so that her lips pressed to his. He closed his eyes, savoring her taste. Asami wanted to resist him, but found that she couldn’t. She kissed him harder and fisted her hands into his red hair. They broke away and Gakuto was lying on the ground, a blush and smirk on his face, while Asami’s cheeks were burning, but she was smiling down at him.

“I thought now was a good time to tell you that I’ve liked you for a long time,” he stated.

“Gakuto, you’re lucky I like you. If you had been anyone else, I probably would have punched you.”

***

“A new student?”

“Yes.”

Hiyoshi Wakashi was not happy. Of course, he usually wasn’t a happy person to begin with, but this news about his family’s dojo gaining a new student was not improving his mood. It made matters worse when his father told him that he, Wakashi, would be the new student’s instructor. The teenager opted to just glare angrily at his father.

Later in the day, while he was practicing Enbu stances and moves, his father informed him that his student had arrived. Hiyoshi scowled and nodded, mumbling that he’d be there to greet them. When he walked outside, his eyes made contact with the student’s and he felt his heart speed up.

“A-Asami-san?” he gasped.

She smiled warmly at him. “Been a long time, eh, Hiyoshi-kun?”

Wakashi’s father stared between them. “You know her, Wakashi?”

The youth nodded slightly, trying to get his heart to go back to a normal speed. “Hai, otou-san. She helped coach Hyotei’s tennis club during middle school.”

“Aa. Well, Miss Sakaki is now going to be your student. I expect you to treat her as you would any other student. No special treatment.”

“But—”

“Listen to your father, Hiyoshi-kun,” Asami said sternly. His cheeks flushed slightly. “I don’t want to be treated differently because I’m a girl. Don’t hold back on me.”

“Uh…hai. Sumimasen.” He then led her into the practice room, feeling more nervous than he’d ever felt. He had hoped his childhood crush on her had disappeared. But from the way he was behaving, he could tell it hadn’t. He grit his teeth angrily. I can’t lose my cool, he thought. It’s just Asami-san after all.

“So, are we gonna do this?”

He looked up and found himself staring into her eyes. Why was he acting like a love-struck teenager? Well, he was a teenager, but he was old enough now not to really be affected by crushes...right? Hiyoshi bit his lip. Training Asami would be the longest and hardest time of his life.

She came by the dojo once or twice a week, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Hiyoshi didn’t like her nonchalant attitude. He hadn’t even asked her why she originally wanted to even become a student at his family’s dojo. Nevertheless, Asami was improving each time she came. He felt immensely proud of this. But his feelings hadn’t disappeared. Instead, they kept increasing to the point where he’d sometimes have to excuse himself to the bathroom and relieve himself. He was deeply ashamed. She shouldn’t have this affect on me, he snarled.

“Come at me, Hiyoshi-kun.”

“Huh?” He blinked over at her to see her in a fighting stance.

“C’mon, let’s spar.”

“Uh…hai.” He got into his stance and rushed at her. She dodged his first few attacks, but when he hooked his leg under hers, she fell to the floor taking Hiyoshi with her. The two collapsed in a heap together with Hiyoshi on top. He tried lifting himself up but he knew his cheeks were burning like crazy. His erection was pushing against the robe he was wearing. Asami stared up at him in confusion.

“Hiyoshi-kun? Could you move?”

“I…” Should I do it? Will she be angry? His eyes looked down at her lips that were pulled into a frown. Who cares? He grabbed hold of her shoulders and crashed his lips to hers. Asami let out a startled gasp in his mouth. Hiyoshi took the initiative and dragged his tongue along her lips, begging for entrance. He thrust his hips against hers and she arched up. They broke apart. The only sound around them was their rapid breathing.

Asami reached up to touch his face. “Hiyoshi,” she whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

He turned his head away. “I thought I was over you,” he mumbled. “I was wrong.”

He then leaned down to kiss her again, trailing his lips along her jaw and down her neck. Asami let out a small gasp as her fingers wove into his hair. In moments, their clothes were strewn across the floor. Hiyoshi knew they could be caught. But perhaps it was that thought that excited him and urged him on. He positioned himself at Asami’s entrance and penetrated her for the first time. Their cries of ecstasy probably echoed around the dojo, but neither of them cared.
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