Title: Ore-sama's Desire
Author: M snowym
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Kabaji x Atobe o.O;
Warnings: mentions of frustrated car!smex
Word Count: 271
Note: I have listened to Bokutachi no Shippai far too much (the crackiest PoT song ehvar so far, I'd say, which is saying something ^^;), and I finally had to write something about it. Atobe's spoken line is meant to sound just like in the song (DL and translation), so if you haven't heard it, just picture Atobe in heat. Okay, now go fan yourself off, and then read the fic if you so desire. Although, I'd advise against it.
Atobe Keigo took great pride in himself.
Although, that may be a bit of an understatement.
He had hundreds of adoring fangirls (and boys) at school. This was for good reason, since he was clearly better, and more lovely, than anyone on the Hyotei tennis team.
He was confident, yet somewhat bedazzled by his own good looks. Looking into the mirror was a gift unto itself.
He cried his own name when he came, because really, who else could touch him?
Being Atobe Keigo was the single most wonderful pleasure of his life. Except...
Something went wrong.
One day, he began to notice an oddity that didn’t coincide with his natural self-infatuation. For some reason, he found himself attracted to someone of a lower status than himself. Someone who could never in a million years match his radiance. Someone who was practically his servant... and well... he didn’t quite know what to do. This couldn’t possibly work... but yet, he didn’t know if it was possible to deny Atobe-sama one of his desires.
So one day, when the object of his repressed affections pushed him down in the back of the limo, he didn’t think about it.
He was Ore-sama. He could do anything.
And right now, he wanted this one-worded wonder.
He also wanted the other to say his name too one day, but for now, this was enough.
Although, he would eventually get his way. Mostly because he was Ore-sama, and partly because he had the sneaking suspicion he could train Kabaji to. God, it was good having control.
Or losing it.