"I never said I was the best at everything, but I'm pretty damn good at the things I do."

Atobe Keigo raised a fine eyebrow at his boyfriend, one Tezuka Kunimitsu, as he corrected his assuming statement of "As far as you're concerned, you're the best at everything." The two teens were sitting on the floor of Atobe's bedroom, several textbooks spread out in front of them, and he'd been helping Tezuka a bit with his Latin.

It was one of those times Tezuka loved the most - for as beautiful as the other teen was on the tennis court, he was twice as much so when he exerted his intelligence. Quite marvelous.

"I am superb at tennis," Atobe continued. "But only mediocre at, say, video games. Great at singing, playing piano, sports..." He smiled, very pleased with himself. "Reading, writing, speaking, picking the best fashions, dancing, acting..."

Tezuka gave him and exasperated look.

"... But I can't cook."

The scowl turned into a smirk. Somehow Atobe's antics never ceased to amuse him. "A flaw? I'm shocked."

"It's not a flaw, just further part of my charm."

An amused snort was Tezuka's response, before he turned back to his textbook. Not a moment later, however, he found the book stolen from his hands and replaced with a body, which straddled his lap. "Atobe." He gave one of his stern looks.

And the stern look went completely ignored. "I am also," the other teen continued in an almost seductive voice, "an excellent kisser."

"Oh really?"

"You don't think so?"

Tezuka gave a "hmm" and moved to pick his book back up, but was stopped when Atobe grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze forward. Their eyes met for a moment, and then Atobe moved in, pressing their lips together.

The kiss was hot, lasting for a seemingly endless amount of time. Atobe's lips were gentle on Tezuka's, but still with enough pressure to be felt deeply. He took a moment to nibble and suck on the lower lip, then coaxed his boyfriend's mouth open, allowing their tongues to meet and dance. And then he slowly pulled away, brushed his lips over Tezuka's ever so lightly, then sat back.

He looked absolutely smug. "So? Are we in agreement?"

"I suppose."

"You suppose?" Atobe's eyes narrowed threateningly. "Do I have to show you my skills again?"

This time it was Tezuka who moved suddenly, pushing forward, causing the other to fall backward onto the floor. Then he laid over him, their faces mere inches apart. "Omae-sama no bigi ni..."

Atobe grinned up at him, and then continued to prove his point.