GENERAL DISCLAIMER: Just to make everything clear, I don't own Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Oujisama, never will, unfortunately.

A/N: I never realized how hard it is to post something until I actually try to post something...but I figured if I don't post something now, I'll never post anything, so I'm going to be brave xD. First story, hope everyone enjoys.

BETA NOTE: For some strange reason, it freaks me out sending a random PM to a random someone asking them to beta for me, but I'd honestly love a beta, My English is far from perfect. So if anyone would like to, please let me know and I'll PM you! Thanks so much!


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Tezuka Kunimitsu knew that luck would never be so kind to one man, thus, he reached the natural conclusion that Atobe Keigo was not an honest man, the shadows gave him many strings to pull; and somehow, he had the feeling that his fellow executive had pulled more than his fair share.

As for Tezuka himself, he had not clawed his way up by luck, he had sacrificed many things, to many people, too many things, for that fully Italian-furnished office with his own personal secretary, who, despite the popular rumors that inevitably buzzed around, he had never touched.

Atobe had an identical office just down the hall, and he had sacrificed little, if nothing at all. But then, it was useless to grudge him for any of it, as his parents did own the company still, it was no surprise that Atobe would hold such a high position at so young an age.

And Tezuka knew that Atobe was not without his merits, he had his flashes of brilliance too, Tezuka respected him for that.

However, Tezuka did not like where this particular flash of brilliance brought them, at all. Atobe's week-old car was nudged snugly in an graffiti-stained alley, a place that the vehicle, much less its owner had no business in being.

"Well? This was what you had to show me?" Tezuka was not at all amused, "This is an alley. You made me leave work early for an alley?"

Atobe unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to face Tezuka, a smirk etched on his lips, "Yes, you'll thank me for it later, besides, if I didn't make you leave early, you wouldn't have gone home."

"I'm still not amused."

"I'm not trying to amuse you, and you're never amused." Atobe gave him a look, and opened the door, "Come on now, get out of the car."

Tezuka obeyed; realizing that the velvet, perfumed interior of Atobe's car was actually quite comfortable, much more so than standing out here in some alley in a suit and tie. He felt like a duck waiting to be shot. "We have no business being in an alley."

Atobe raised an eyebrow, and then laughed, "We're not going to stay in this alley."

"Where are we going, then?"

"You're making this very hard for ore-sama, don't you know?" For the first time, Atobe's voice had a subtle edge of irritation to it, "I figured what you told me the other day was a faint cry for help, I'm just trying to help you."

Tezuka narrowed his eyes and touched a hand to his glasses, "What cry for help?"

Atobe rolled his eyes, "You're exasperating. You know, what you told me when you were tipsy the other day. You're a virgin. Honestly, I was about to lose hope for you, but since you told me that, I thought I'd try again."

An expression of pure shock flitted across Tezuka's face, but only for a half second, and his face was blank again, although he honestly didn't remember divulging such a private part of himself to Atobe, it was obvious that his friend had been getting accurate information from somewhere.

"I never told you that."

"You were tipsy." Atobe smirked affectionately at him, as only Atobe could, "I dragged it out of you. I also dragged other very interesting information out of you."

Tezuka began to feel a little uneasy. "...Like?"

"You're not happy with your life, you think it's lame that you have no social life whatsoever and you want to get laid." Atobe thought for a minute, "You also came onto me, and I almost didn't resist you. I'm kind of regretting the fact that I resisted."

"I did not come onto you, Atobe." Tezuka told him, "I was tipsy, not drunk. But supposing that I believe all that for a minute. This still doesn't explain the fact that you made me leave work early to come to an alleyway."

"Like I said, we're not staying in this alleyway." Atobe sounded genuinely annoyed and pocketed his keys, "Ore-sama never thought he'd have to tell you this, but shut up for a minute." he was never going to be charitable to Tezuka again, ever.

Out of the goodness of his heart, Tezuka realized that he was just about to ask Atobe if his still uninsured car that cost more than probably what most people would see in their lifetime, would be all right in this alleyway, but since Atobe told him to shut up, he was going to shut up.

It was with much apprehension that he followed Atobe down the snaking alleyway, Tezuka had the feeling that Atobe was a regular visitor to this alley; vaguely, he wondered if his parents knew.

At last, they reached the end of the alleyway, and Tezuka watched as Atobe sauntered up to a very unassuming door in the corner. He rapped on it, a peculiar rhythm that Tezuka did not recognize from anywhere. After listening for a moment, Atobe opened the door and went in, beckoning to him with a careless gesture.

"Come on, Tezuka."

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They stood in a reception room that could have easily been the office; and yet, he knew with dire certainty it was not. The lady behind the counter looked to be fifty something, but Tezuka thought she was probably quite something in her prime. He lingered behind while Atobe approached the counter, greeting the woman like they were old friends, "Ryuzaki-san, it's been a while. I was hoping to have Ryoma for the night."

"It has been a long time, Atobe-sama. I'm sure Ryoma-kun will be glad to see you, he asks about you."

"Of course he does." Atobe smirked.

She shook her head, "You're always so full of yourself, Atobe-sama. But you're lucky, Ryoma-kun is free for the night." She held out a wrinkled hand adorned by many rings, "Payment up front."

"The way you say that hurts my feelings, it's not as though I'm stingy." Atobe dug out his wallet and then paused, "Oh, I almost forgot, we need to find someone for Tezuka too; who else is free tonight?"

At the mention of his name, Tezuka's head snapped up in alarm. "Atobe...this is..."

Atobe ignored him, only raising a hand to silence him, and turned to Ryuzaki again. "Hopefully, none of the weird ones, I want Tezuka to enjoy himself," He leaned suggestively over the counter and winked at her, "My friend has very high standards."

Ryuzaki giggled, it was very unsettling to see a woman her age giggle like that, Tezuka looked down at his shoes again. He heard rustling of papers, and then her voice, "Well, let's see, tonight's not a busy night, Oshitari's free, Yukimura's free, and Kiri-chan's free, he's kind of psychotic though, so we'll leave him out, and—oh, Fuji's free. I almost forgot about him."

Atobe looked surprised, "Fuji is free?"

She nodded, "He refused to see any patrons this week, I don't completely understand it either, but all of his appointments are canceled, needless to say, no one was very happy. But you could try your luck—before I forget, what's your friend's name?"

"He's Tezuka Kunimitsu." Atobe told her, "But I'm paying for him. It's his first time, after all." Stepping back, he grabbed Tezuka by the arm, "Now, come on, Tezuka, if this all works out right, you're going to be a lucky man." He smirked, "You'll have ore-sama to thank for it too."

Thanking Atobe meant owing Atobe, neither sounded particularly pleasant; and since he had just been lectured about being a virgin, Tezuka saw plenty reason to be very scared.

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But even so, Tezuka was incensed, when they were out of Ryuzaki's line of sight, he pinned Atobe easily against the wall. "Atobe, you've brought me to a...a...cat house." He spat the words out, he knew these places existed, even dare to assume that Atobe gone to them, but for him to drag Tezuka in it too--

"This is not just some skanky cat house, Tezuka." Atobe sounded unusually calm, "If they heard you, they would have been offended, this is an elite-caliber brothel. One of the most famous in Tokyo, I might add.." But then he looked amused, "Where'd you learn the word cat house? I don't remember teaching it to you."

Tezuka sighed and looked down at his newly polished shoes, "You didn't, I read it somewhere."

Atobe opened his mouth, and then closed it again; he shrugged, "Whatever, if you don't like it, I won't have you come with me again, but at least try it once, I've already paid. I think you'll like Fuji."

They came to a door, Atobe knocked on it.

A person that looked no more than a boy opened it a crack, and then he opened it wider and stood in the hallway. He was wearing a white summer kimono with embroidered blue cranes, his legs were bare from the knees down, white and perfect. He had the bluest eyes Tezuka had ever seen.

Atobe said, "Hi, Fuji."

The boy Fuji smiled at Atobe, and then at him too, although for him, the smile had an inquisitive edge to it. "Hello, Atobe-sama. Is Ryo-chan throwing a fit again this evening? If he is, I apologize for him, but I'm not seeing anyone tonight."

"I'm on my way to Ryoma in a minute." Atobe stuck his foot in the door when Fuji was just about to close it, "Why aren't you seeing anyone?"

Fuji just said, "Atobe-sama, please move your foot."

"Tell me."

"It's none of your business." Fuji glanced up at him. "I don't feel like seeing anyone. Move your foot."

Tezuka put a warning hand on Atobe's shoulder, "Atobe, you heard him, move your foot and leave him alone. He doesn't want to, I'm not about to force him into doing something he doesn't want to do, I'm not like you."

"Tezuka. Stop it, not you too." Atobe turned to look at him, "Fuji's just being stubborn, just give me a minute."

"Atobe, move your foot."

"Tezuka."

"Move your foot."

Atobe heaved an unhappy sigh like a child who had just lost a close fight, but did as he was told, he moved his foot and glared at the ground. Tezuka looked at the boy Fuji, fully expecting him to shut the door. But he didn't, but his eyes weren't on Atobe now, they were on him. Tezuka felt the strangest little shiver crawl up his spine.

"Are you the one that wants to see me tonight?" Fuji asked him simply.

"I'm not going to force you to do anything." Tezuka shook his head, "Forgive Atobe. He needs to remember himself."

"I don't mind seeing you, to tell you the truth. I'm just tired tonight." Another smile, Fuji leaned nonchalantly against the door frame, "If we don't do much, I'll be glad to keep you company. It's actually Atobe-sama that I don't like..." He studied Tezuka for a minute, "...Tezuka-sama, right?"

"Yes, I"m Tezuka." Tezuka nodded.

"I'm Fuji. I have other names too, but I really don't feel like saying in front of Atobe-sama." Fuji opened the door wider, "Would you like to come in?"

At a loss at the invitation, Tezuka looked at Atobe, who shrugged. "Might as well, I did pay." And then he began to walk away, "I wish you luck, Tezuka, see you in the morning."