chineseink | [PoT] Incentive, PG, Humor, Atobe/Gakuto (Reply)

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Incentive
Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Gakuto, PG, 714 words
Atobe gives Gakuto an incentive to quit teasing Shishido.

Incentive
by

meitachi

The teasing had started out as good-natured ribbing because Gakuto could never resist poking fun at Shishido, who always flushed and glared, always too easy to rile. Even though Gakuto privately thought the Shishido-Ootori relationship was, well, cute (could it be anything else?), he'd rather gorge on seven boxes of chocolates than deal with their cavity-inducing sweetness, and a good way to not have to deal with that was to instead distract Shishido from making eyes at "his Choutarou."

So Gakuto had gotten the teasing started off with an offhand question, oh-so-innocent, asking if Shishido would be the one to give Ootori chocolates for Valentine's Day? Or would he be giving Ootori something else since it was his birthday?

Oshitari smirked from the other side of the locker room, glasses glinting as he stripped off his tennis jersey, hiding in the folds of his clothes a quiet murmur that Gakuto knew would be positively dirty. He'd always liked Oshitari.

Grinning, Gakuto set back on Hyoutei's resident drama queen with new fervor, taking great delight in the bright red flush that had settled on Shishido's face, those blue eyes shooting sparks of death in his direction. He only swallowed a laugh and blinked innocently at Shishido, batting his lashes as he asked sweetly if Ootori liked to give or receive?

"Chocolates, of course!" he added brightly as Shishido growled at him, hands clenched into fists at his sides as if fighting not to deck Gakuto, who had to do his very best not to crow. Teasing Shishido was always so much fun. He wriggled in delight mentally and watched Shishido jerkily turn his back, muscles tense and quivering as he yanked his jersey over his head, clearly trying to ignore Gakuto.

"I'll take some chocolates and shove them down your throat if it makes you shut the fuck up," Shishido snarled.

"Shishido-san!" Ootori said in a gasping litte voice, shocked, blushing, standing beside his doubles partner with his school shirt on and his tennis shorts on.

Gakuto leaned in close to Shishido from behind. "Why, Shishido," he purred, "I didn't know you liked it rough."

Shishido whirled around, arm already in the air.

Ootori's hand stopped him mid-swing. "Mukahi-senpai," he pleaded, turning to Gakuto, sounding embarrassed, "please don't..."

Gakuto opened his mouth to defend himself when the club door opened and Atobe stepped inside and surveyed the scene coolly: Ootori's hand still resting on Shishido's shoulder; the drama queen glaring viciously at Gakuto with steam practically coming out of his ears; Gakuto still in his uniform; and the rest of the team suddenly focused diligently on changing, deaf and blind to whatever was going on behind them.

"I never expected my team to be composed of ill-mannered kindergarteners," Atobe said at last, scornful, disapproving. "Shishido, Mukahi, twenty laps. You will see me aftewards. This sort of uncouth behavior will not be tolerated."

With a huff, Shishido yanked his jersey back over his head and stalked past Atobe, heading for the courts, muttering something about how Atobe should expect it with a bitch like Mukahi on the team. Gakuto's glare followed him out the door. "It was just a little teasing!" he complained, suddenly put out. The stupid drama queen just had to have no sense of humor, didn't he? "He didn't have to start getting randomly violent!"

Atobe's eyes came to a rest on him and Gakuto shut his mouth, pouting.

"Gakuto," he said, nodding his head, and Gakuto approached him cautiously, still petulant. "I will not have my lover disgracing himself in front of the entirety of the regulars," he said quietly, voice low so that it would not carry. "I know you have some restraint. Use it."

Gakuto's gaze was sullen.

"I deigned to sleep with you because you are a voracious, creative, and stimulating bed partner," Atobe continued, beginning to look a tad irritated. "But I will not hesitate to withhold sex for a week, Gakuto."

A week?

Gakuto's mouth gaped open. What was Atobe made out of? Stone? (Diamond, Atobe would correct with a sniff.) He couldn't--was it even possible--well, he was Atobe. Gakuto couldn't take any chances.

Without a word, he jogged out of the club room, hair bright and bouncing over his face, covering his still-shocked expression.

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Started/Finished: 02.13.06

Heehh, first Hyoutei fic ever. Tell me I didn't murder the characerizations, please? ::cringe:: I love Hyoutei too much.

And, of course, ShishiTori love. ♥ Happy Birthday Ootori!

...Atobe/Gakuto. WTF. XDD