Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

This is a sequel to "Avoiding Confrontation", which is a sequel to "After the Climax". In this I shall attempt to fill up some plot holes, dig up some new ones and leave some open. The last two I'm doing simply for my own twisted sense of humour.

The rating is T, for cursing. I can't for the life of me write without such lovely words as; Fuck and Hell. Go figure.

Beta by NDebN. Thanks.


Accepting Commitment

Ryoma was shocked, when a slightly overweighted woman in her sixties, with a spotless white apron opened the door, after he'd rang the doorbell. She didn't look anything like Keigo's mother, not if Ryoma compared her to the picture Keigo had shown him of his parents; his father looked a lot like him, only without the mole or blue eyes and a lot more wrinkles. Keigo's father's eyes and hair were dark brown. His mother on the other hand was a slender, elegant woman with brown hair, and blue eyes, almost exactly the same shade as Keigo's.

But she could have changed. Dramatically.

"Yes?" The woman in the apron asked.

"I'm here to see Keigo?" Ryoma asked, in case he had the wrong house. But it looked exactly like the huge, white, mansion like house he'd been coming to every Saturday.

"And your name?" The woman asked.

"Echizen Ryoma." He swallowed nervously.

"Follow me, please." The woman instructed, after nodding her head once.

Ryoma changed in to house slippers and followed her to the living room doorway, where she stopped and announced, "Echizen Ryoma to see Keigo-kun, Atobe-sama."

"Thank you, Mioka-san." A pleasant, clear voice said.

Mioka-san bowed slightly and disappeared to the kitchen, giving Ryoma a quick encouraging smile when she passed him.

Ryoma peeked in to the living room where he saw a woman that matched the picture Keigo had shown him. She was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine and smiled when she lifted her gaze to Ryoma. "Ryoma-kun. Well you are everything Keigo told me you were and more I would guess. After all, it takes a special kind of boy to keep Keigo's interest." Ryoma was too shocked to answer, or even blush. "Keigo is in his room. I'm sure you know where it is."

"Hnh," Ryoma grunted, bowed quickly and fled towards questionable refuge, Keigo's room.

He entered without knocking, just like Keigo always did when he came to see him.

And then he really wished he'd have knocked, because Keigo was standing in front of the mirror (nothing strange about that) holding a red dress in front of him. There were more dresses on the bed, in different piles. They varied in colour and style, some had lace and others gleamed with sequins.

"Excuse me miss, I'm here to see my 'boyfriend'. Know where I can find him?"

"Very funny, brat." Atobe threw the dress on his bed and picked another one from the pile. "My cousin asked me to help her pick out a dress for her because of my supreme sense of style, and since we have the same colouring, what suits me, suits her."

"You're not gonna wear them, are you?" Ryoma asked.

"Of course not. But I won't put up a fight a fight if you want to try one of them. There's a little black dress that would look gorgeous on you." Atobe smirked.

"Fuck you, Keigo." Ryoma said. "I hope you didn't call me here to help you pick out a dress for your cousin."

"No I didn't. I want you to-" Atobe stopped talking when Ryoma's phone started playing the theme song for Star Trek.

Ryoma took one glance at the phone, said, "It's Buchou," and put it back in his pocket.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Atobe asked.

"No." Ryoma said.

"But its Tezuka," Atobe pushed.

"I don't care." Ryoma moved towards the bed and picked out a dress that looked like it was made out of fish net. "Someone actually wears stuff like this? There's a fishing hook on this thing. Seriously, fashion. Never really got it."

Since he didn't get on answer, he looked back at Atobe, who was staring at him with an unreadable look on his face. "Keigo?" Ryoma asked.

Atobe dropped the red dress on to the floor and advanced towards Ryoma. A bit scared, Ryoma backed away, until his legs hit the bed. Atobe grabbed him by the shoulders, knocked him down on the bed landing on top of him and kissed him passionately. Ryoma recovered from the shock he was in and returned the kiss.

"What was that for?" he asked, when Atobe allowed him to breath again.

"You don't care," Atobe murmured against his lips and kissed him again. Ryoma was a little confused. Usually you got a response like this by doing the exact opposite, by caring, but he wasn't complaining.

"Who's Mioka-san?" Ryoma asked.

"What? I kiss you and you decide it's a good time to ask me about our housekeeper?" Atobe huffed and rolled of Ryoma, to lie next to him, leaning on his elbow, smiling down on Ryoma, who was scowling at the ceiling.

"You have a housekeeper?"

"And two maids a gardener and a chauffeur," Atobe told him.

"How come I've never seen her before?"

"Well, you don't usually come here during the week. The servants have the weekends off. That's why my parents tend to be out of town for the weekends."

"And they just leave you here all alone? How come you don't go with them?" Ryoma turned to look at him.

"Well I use to, but not anymore."

"Why not?"

"I see you on weekends." Atobe smiled.

Ryoma couldn't really think of anything to say to that.

"About your parents… I think your mom knows we're dating." Ryoma said, remembering his first meeting with Atobe's mom just a few minutes ago.

"Of course she does. I told them about us."

"Oh." Ryoma mouthed and returned his gaze to the ceiling. Was it just him, or was it strange for a guy to have his ceiling painted pink? "When?"

"They asked me why I wasn't coming with them to their weekend trips anymore a couple of months a go, so I told them. They were a little surprised that I'd managed to stay in a relationship for so long, but took it pretty well. How did your parents act?"

"Aah… my parents?" Ryoma cringed. "You mean I should've told them?"

"You haven't?" Atobe shouted. "What are you waiting for? An engagement ring?"

"Don't be an idiot!" Ryoma scuffed. "I just… It never really came up."

"You are going to tell them, right?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Ryoma."

"What? You want me to leave right now and go home so I can tell them?" Ryoma sat up, ready to leave, but Atobe grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back on the bed.

"Now who's being an idiot?" Atobe asked, as he smothered Ryoma with another kiss. "You locked the door, right?" He asked, while unzipping Ryoma's fly.

"Darling, does your boyfriend want to stay for dinner? Oh. Maybe I should have knocked?" Keigo's mother asked, as she saw her sons hand down Ryoma's pants.

"You know, ore-sama always locks the door to your room."

"Che. Get your hand out of my pants, pervert. Your mom's watching."


A/N: Oh so cliché, I know. I'm full of them. But there's nothing wrong with a good old cliché, right? Disagree? Do tell me.

Not sure if this is necessary, but it never hurts to be cautious, so; I do not claim any ownership over the theme song of Star Trek.