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Royal Pair fanfiction part 2

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 24 Ôåâðàëÿ 2008 ã. 22:18 + â öèòàòíèê
Íó ÷òî, ïåðåõîäèì ê þìîðó? Õîòÿ ÿ è ïðåäïî÷èòàþ àíãñò...

Our twisted life
Ñîáñòâåííî, ó Àòîáå ïðîáëåìà. Îíè ñ иìîé áûëè ïðîñòî èäåàëüíî ïàðîé, íî òóò åãî ïîíåñëî â êàôå ñ Ñàíàäîé, ãäå иìà çàñòàë èõ öåëóþùèìèñÿ.
Åñòåñòâåííî, ðàçâîä è äåâè÷üÿ ôàìèëèÿ ïîñëåäîâàëè íåçàìåäëèòåëüíî.
Àòîáå ïûòàëñÿ äîçâîíèòüñÿ äî иìû, íî íè÷åãî îáúÿñíèòü íå ñìîã. Èáî íå ïîìíèò...
Êàê óæå âñå ïîíÿëè, áåç Ñàíàäû òóò íå îáîøëîñü. Õü¸òåé ñîâåòóåò Àòîáå ïîãîâîðèòü ñ Ãåíè÷èðî ÷òî îí è äåëàåò. Äà òîëüêî âñå îïÿòü çàêàí÷èâàåòñÿ ïîöåëóåì...
È âñå ýòî ñíÿë íà êàìåðó Ôóäæè. Ñîáñòâåííî, òóò îí âñòóïàåò â ðîëü. È ïîêàçûâàåò ôîòîãðàôèè иìå. Îí â áåøåíñòâå - Êåéãî òàê áûñòðî íàøåë çàìåíó!
Ôóäæè ïðåäëàãàåò åìó ðàçûãðàòü âëþáëåííóþ ïàðó è çàñòàâèòü Êåéãî ðåâíîâàòü.
Äîãîâîðèâøèñü ñ Þêèìóðîé, îíè óñòðàèâàþò òðîéíîå ñâèäàíèå. Íà òåííèñíûõ êîðòàõ Õ)
Ñîáñòâåííî, Þêèìóðà è íåêòî Ðàéëè, Îøèòàðè è Ãàêóòî, Ñàíàäà è Àòîáå, è иìà è Ôóäæè, êîòîðûå òîëüêî è äåëàþò, ÷òî èãðàþò íà ïóáëèêó.
Îáåäàòü îíè ðåøàþò íå â ðåñòîðàíå, à ó Àòîáå, êîòîðûé ìåñòà ñåáå îò ðåâíîñòè íå íàõîäèò.
Âîò ýòà ñöåíà ïðîñòî òðó:
“Ryo-chan why don’t we go wash our hands before the food is served” the prodigy inquired while caressing his partner’s torso. Ryoma blushed nodding. ‘Here goes’

“Please excuse us for a minute or an hour maybe” Fuji excused them to Atobe who seems to be getting suspicious by the second before stopping the two from going further.

“Care to explain first?”

“No” Ryoma blandly replied.

“Ore-sama demands an explanation!”

“Yada”

But the other still insisted, “You have to tell me WHY just washing hands might take an hour?”

“Well. I have to make sure Ryo-chan is clean allthe way” Syusuke stepped in with a genuine smile while emphasizing on the last three words as he readily hold on to Ryoma’s hands.

“All the way?” he asked infuriately, seeing how the other shows his possession to his beloved.

“Yup. All the way.” Fuji scornfully replied.

Atobe grew more irately and judging by his character, surely he can’t hold up any longer “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY RYOMA!” he exclaimed.

“Excuse me?”

“I said–”

“You don’t own me” Ryoma’s eyebrows arched.

“The hell I do!”

“You don’t because I do now Atobe-kun” Fuji teased, “Now, please excuse me and my darling because we still have our own business to attend to.”


 êîíöå äíÿ äî Àòîáå âèäèìî ÷òî-òî äîøëî è îí íà÷èíàåò íàðî÷íî êëåèòüñÿ ê Ñàíàäå.
Çàêàí÷èâàåòñÿ ýòî òåì, ÷òî Àòîáå è иìà îñòàþòñÿ âäâîåì â ïóñòîé êîìíàòå. Äåëî óæå ïî÷òè çàøëî äàëåêî, êàê êòî-òî çàõîäèò...
“If you don’t believe me, I’ll make you!” Atobe, without wasting any second, pushed Ryoma to his bed and locked his hands with his. Starting from the forehead, Atobe slowly kissed Ryoma until he met the other’s lips with his. Atobe had always been longing for this moment again, and as he slid his tongue asking for an entrance to Ryoma’s cavern, he at the same time tried to undress his beloved. Ryoma tried to resist but in the end he gave in and let the dominating tongue in and shared a breathless kiss just like what they have always did before. Enjoying the taste of Ryoma’s, Atobe then leisurely licked the neck of his partner down to his torso and nibbled anything he wanted. Ryoma moaned by the hand that suddenly caresses his hips. The time had seemed to stop around them, but just when everything seemed to be perfect a person abruptly intruded.

“Atobe? Ryoma are you here?”


Íà ýòîì è êîí÷àåòñÿ íîâàÿ ãëàâà.
Íî ôèê ðàäóåò íå òîëüêî ïàðîé, íî è ïðèñóòñòâèåì иãè *èí ëàâ* Äàæå ìóâèê ñðàçó ïåðåñìîòðåòü çàõîòåëîñü...

Royal Pair, Royal Pain
Íå ñìîòðÿ íà íàçâàíèå, ôèê ïîêà îòíîñèòñÿ èìåííî ê þìîðó. Íî ýòî òîëüêî ïîêà...
Ñîáñòâåííî, íà÷àëîñü âñå ñ òîãî, ÷òî Êèêóìàðó ñîâåðøåííî ñëó÷àéíî óñëûøàí òåëåôîííûé ðàçãîâîð иìû. ×èáèê âîâñþ óëûáàëñÿ è âûãëÿäåë ïîëíîñòüþ ñ÷àñòëèâûì. Åäèíñòâåííîå, ÷òî àêðîáàò óëîâèë èç ðàçãîâîðà, ýòî èìÿ ñîáåñåäíèêà - Êåéãî (àõõà, à òî ìû è òàê íå çíàëè...)
Êèêóìàðó òóò æå ïîì÷àëñÿ ê îñòàëüíûì è âûâàëèë ñèþ èíôîðìàöèþ, âîò òîëüêî äî íåãî íå äîøëî, êòî ñêðûâàåòñÿ ïîæ èìåíåì Êåéãî. À âîò äî Òåçóêè è Ôóäæè äîøëî ñðàçó... Êåéãî Àòîáå. (Àõõà, äðóãèõ Êåéãî ïðîñòî íå ñóùåñòâóåò ïîëó÷àåòñÿ... Ìàëî ëè ñêîëüêî ó ÷èáèêà äðóçåé!)
Òóò âûÿñíÿåòñÿ, ÷òî âñÿ êîìàíäà áûëà óâåðåíà, ÷òî â êîíöå êîíöîâ иìà îñòàíåòñÿ ñ Òåçóêîé. Òåçóêà âíåøíå íà ýòî çàÿâëåíèå íå îòðåàãèðîâàë, íî âîò ïðî ñåáÿ... Õåõå... Îí òîæå òàê äóìàë. Ïðîñòî íå ïðèçíàâàëñÿ.
Âîîáùåì, ïîäóìàëè îíè, ïîäóìàëè (Êàìè-ñàìà, èì âðåäíî äóìàòü!) è ðåøèëè îíè ðàçëó÷èòü ñëàäêóþ ïàðî÷êó. Õîòÿ äîêàçàòåëüñòâ ïîêà íèêàêèõ íåò, ÷òî Àòîáå âñòðå÷àåòñÿ ñ Ý÷èçåíîì.
 ëþáîì ñëó÷àå, ÷èáèêà äîìà íå îêàçàëîñü. Òóò ñíîâà â ðîëü âñòóïàåò Òåçóêà. Òî÷íåå, åãî ñïðîñèëè, êóäà áû îí ïîâåë иìó íà ñâèäàíèå. Òåííèñíûé êîðò, íà êîòîðîì, êñòàòè, ðîÿëîâ íå îêàçàëîñü. (Õà-õà-õà!  òîì-òî è äåëî, ÷òî Àòîáå - íå Òåçóêà, è íà òåííèñíûé êîðò îí иìó íå ïîâåäåò.. Ê òîìó æå... Ó íåãî íàâåðíÿêà åñòü ñâîè ñîáñòâåííûå êîðòû)
Òóò âñÿ äðóæíàÿ êîìïàíèÿ íàòûêàåòñÿ íà Õüåøè è Ãàêóòî, à çàîäíî è Îøèòàðè, êîòîðûé ñëåäèë çà ñëàäêîé ïàðî÷êîé (óààààààà, ãäå ìîÿ ëþáèìàÿ äèðòè ïýéð?!). Îäíàêî îí ïðèçíàåòñÿ, ÷òî åñëè áû çíàë ïðî ñâèäàíèå Àòîáå, òî íå ñòàë áû òðàòèòü íà íèõ âðåìÿ.
È äà, õü¸òåéöû, êñòàòè, áûëè óâåðåíû, ÷òî Òåçóêà îñòàíåòñÿ ñ Àòîáå â êîíöå êîíöîâ (îáëîîîîîîîì).
È òóò äî âñåõ äîõîäèò ñòðàøíàÿ èñòèíà (ÿ óæå ãîâîðèëà, ÷òî äóìàòü èì âðåäíî?) - иìà è Àòîáå, íå äîáèâøèñü Òåçóêè, íàøëè óòåøåíèå ó äðóã äðóãà! È ýòî ñðî÷íî íàäî èñïðàâèòü! (Àõà, ÿ èì ùàñ òàê èñïðàâëþ... ×òî îíè ñàìè ïèëëàðîâ íà÷íóò íåíàâèäåòü!)
Âîîáùåì, ïîëîâèíà Õüåòåÿ è Ñåéãàêó îòïðàâëÿþòñÿ íà ïîèñêè, íî îïÿòü òàêè ñ íóëåâûì ðåçóëüòàòîì. (È ÷åãî èì íå îñòàâèòü óæå èõ â ïîêîå? Êîìó-òî îò ýòîãî õóæå ÷òî-ëè? Òåçóêà íå â ñ÷åò!)
Òåçóêà, êñòàòè, íå ïîíèìàåò, ÷òî Ý÷èçåí íàøåë â Êåéãî (ýòî ëþáîâü, äîðîãîé áó÷î). È îí ñ÷èòàåò, ÷òî Ý÷èçåíó ïîäîøåë áû êòî-íèáóäü âðîäå ñàìîãî Òåçóêè, à íè êàê íè Àòîáå. Íî îñòàâèì ìå÷òû Òåçóêè î ïèëëàð ïýéð.
Êîãäà âñå óæå ñîáèðàëèñü ðàñõîäèòüñÿ, â ïîëå çðåíèÿ êîìàíä ïîïàäàåò ñëàäêàÿ ïàðî÷êà ïåðåõîäÿùàÿ äîðîãó. Ñþðïðàéç! Ýòî Àòîáå è иìà.

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