[PoT]:: Sanada/Yukimura Fortune, Fame.
Title: Fortune, Fame
Pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/Blow job/ 2,049
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Sanada indulges Yukimura, is caught, and enjoys it more than he thought he would.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
Happy Holidays to absolutehymn007
Sanada looked up from his history book when Yukimura's heel dug into his thigh for the third time. Stuffing back a long suffering sigh, he glanced at the other boy who was sprawled in the opposite direction, their legs a tangle of denim and blankets. "Is there something you need, Yukimura?"
"Not at all." Came the response. Yukimura had taken his cap when Sanada walked into his bedroom. The cap was currently shading Yukimura's face, obscuring his expressions. They had agreed to study together over the weekend for an upcoming test. Renji wasn't able to make it, as he had been roped into tutoring Kirihara. Sanada didn't envy his task.
"Then kindly, move your foot." Sanada poked at the offending appendage. "I think it's starting to bruise."
"My apologies." Yukimura's lips curled in a slight smile. The foot moved up, along the inside of Sanada's leg, heel pressing up gently, rubbing between Sanada's legs.
"Seichii." Sanada's grip on his book tightened. "You invited me over to study."
"Don't you think we deserve a break?" Yukimura's bed shifted just slightly as the other boy sat up. The pressure and rubbing foot returned, Sanada mortified to find his body reacting. There was a light thump when Yukimura dropped Sanada's hat to the ground, and his hair tumbled down to his shoulders. Sanada swallowed, throat dry. He watched as Yukimura crawled back up the bed, over him. Delicate hands lifted the history book from Sanada's grasp easily, that too finding a place on the floor.
"We were going to have to cut it short anyway. I forgot about a doctor's appointment."
Sanada's head tipped back at the brush of lips against his jaw. Yukimura's hands were in his hair, mussing it. It took a few seconds, but Sanada's brain finally caught up to what Yukimura had said. "Doctor's appointment?" His hands came up, fingers wrapping around Yukimura's wrists, stopping the touch. "Seichii?"
If he were a fool, Sanada would say Yukimura was pouting at him when the other boy huffed and sat back, comfortably settled on Sanada's thighs. "It's just a check up." If Sanada was suicidal, he'd call Yukimura out on the hint of fear in his words. However, Sanada was neither a fool, or suicidal.
"Would you like me to come with you?" Sanada offered, tone light. Yukimura had been declared healthy, but there were still countless doctor appointments, just to make sure the boy was still continuing to be healthy.
"I have some errands to run afterward." Yukimura was silent for a few moments before speaking. "There's a cd I want to pick up, as well as a movie that was recommended to me."
"I don't mind." Sanada had been given the afternoon and evening free of chores and household tasks.
"There is one more thing." Yukimura slid from Sanada's lap. He walked over to the closet, pulling open the door.
"What is it?"
"You have to wear this." Yukimura had disappeared into the closet only to reappear holding a garment bag. Sanada fixed him with a look, not saying anything more. "You've worn it before, and I enjoyed it. If I have to go to the hospital, I might as well have something that I enjoy looking at with me." The garment bag was hooked onto the door and unzipped. Inside was a swath of black cloth.
"You're kidding right?" Sanada's stomach dropped. He knew, before Yukimura pulled the suit from the bag exactly what it was. "How did you get that anyway?" As far as he knew, it was hanging in the back of his closet, never to be touched again.
"I have my ways." A small smile. Yukimura held it out to him. "Please?"
"What if someone sees us?" Sanada was already halfway off the bed, reaching for the hanger despite the voice in the back of his head, screaming for him to stop.
"You'll let me take care of that." Yukimura responded sweetly. He sat on the corner of his desk watching Sanada. "Get changed?"
Though it was phrased as a question, Sanada knew an order when it was given. He twisted out of his t-shirt and reached for the white button up. He changed, fully aware of Yukimura's eyes on him the whole time. He accepted the white gloves, puling them on as Yukimura fussed around with the blousy tie at Sanada's neck.
"Are you ready for your appointment?" Sanada asked, and seeing the way that Yukimura's attention was focused on the suit, and nothing more. "Sir?" If it was a game Yukimura wanted, he was more than willing to play along. Provided that he get to claim his prize when he won. Bowing low, he opened the bedroom door for Yukimura, and followed the other boy down the stairs. He helped Yukimura into a light coat, taking care to button it, purposefully on task, not letting any of his touches linger or tease. He did take slight satisfaction in the way Yukimura's breath hitched when Sanada's gloved fingers barely brushed the hollow of Yukimura's throat.
He followed a few steps behind Yukimura as they made their way to the bus stop. He paid both his and Yukimura's fare and stood as Yukimura sat. There was a low cat call, and he chose to ignore it, though Yukimura's lips twitched up in another small smile.
The trip to the doctor's office was quick, just a few blocks via bus. Sanada trailed after Yukimura a respectful two to three steps behind. He held the door open for Yukimura, waited by his side until the other boy was called back. Out of habit, he glanced at Yukimura, who nodded, and Sanada, went too. Sanada couldn't help but glance at the scars that littered Yukimura's body from various operations and tests.
Yukimura was declared healthy and they left soon after. Sanada didn't say anything, watching the straight line of Yukimura's shoulders, and the set of his jaw. They walked along the street, before Yukimura paused outside of a store. Sanada opened the door for him, and the light brush of Yukimura's hand let him know it was okay.
“Find me the new cd Marui was talking about.” Yukimura crossed his arms over his chest, stopping to inspect a display.
“As you wish.” Sanada murmured with a low bow. Marui for the most part, had an atrocious taste in music but if it was one that Yukimura wanted, he wasn't going to protest. Unless, Yukimura made him listen to it. He flipped through the stacks of cds, until finding the brightly colored cover. He took the cd back to Yukimura, and held it up for the other boy to examine.
“This movie too.” Yukimura held up a slip of paper, kanji written sloppily on it. Sanada peered at the characters. He remembered Niou and Kirihara talking about it when they were running laps. Something about zombies and explosions and some kind of robotic dog that kept Kirihara up with nightmares for a few weeks. Sanada shuffled over to the dvds and it took a while and a lot of digging, but he came up with the dvd case which showed a man and woman splattered in blood, a shiny dog between them.
“You don't have to watch it.” Yukimura smiled sweetly. “But you know I hate watching films by myself.” Sanada took both of Yukimura's purchases to the cash register where the other boy paid for them. Sanada accepted the shopping bag, and followed Yukimura from the store.
“Where do you want to go next?” Sanada asked as they walked up one of the main streets, Yukimura pausing to examine a few potted plants at a vendor stall.
"I'm hungry." With that, they picked up food from a carry out place, and caught the bus back to Yukimura's. They ate in the kitchen, Yukimura perched on the counter, Sanada leaning against the sink
"You know, you've served me well today." Yukimura set down his take out container, gaze fixed on Sanada. "I believe you deserve a reward." He hopped off the counter, tossing the take out container, and leaning past Sanada to drop his chopsticks into the sink. The slightest brush of hips sent a shock running through Sanada, and he smirked.
"A reward?" He arched an eyebrow, shadowing Yukimura's earlier movements. They went upstairs, the bedroom door barely shutting behind them when Sanada pinned Yukimura to it. "Please, allow me to continue to serve you." Sanada dropped to his knees in front of the other boy. "It's what you want isn't it?" His hand slid up Yukimura's legs, fingers teasing along the crotch of the other boy's jeans. Sanada watched as Yukimura tipped his head back, eyes fluttering closed, color rising on his face.
Slowly, deliberately taking his time, Sanada unzipped Yukimura's jeans. Fingers fumbled purposefully with the button, eventually easing the fabric off of Yukimura's hips. Sanada licked Yukimura's length once through his boxers, ignoring the taste of cotton, and instead focusing on the breathy sound that came from Yukimura. Fingers hooked in the waistband, Sanada drew the boxers down Yukimura's legs. One hand pushed Yukimura's shirt up, exposing his stomach, Sanada leaned in to kiss and lick along one hipbone.
"Sanada."
He glanced up to see Yukimura watching him, wide eyed, lower lip caught between his teeth. Maintaining eye contact, Sanada wrapped his mouth around the head of the other boy's cock and sucked, taking the length gradually. The sounds that came from Yukimura encouraged him. Sanada relaxed his throat, ignoring the insistent hand tangled in his hair tugging occasionally. His own hands came up, stroked Yukimura's thighs, hands teasing and drawing even breathier sounds from the other boy. It was sloppy and wet, Yukimura's hips twitching up into his mouth more than once. Sanada gave in, head moving in time with the thrusts into his throat. The hand fisted in his hair, tugging and pulling guiding him to take the length deeper.
Sanada moaned low in his throat, just barely able to take it further, nose brushing against the Yukimura's stomach. His hands crept up, between Yukimura's legs. His fingers wrapped around the base of Yukimura's cock, stroking as his head moved to meet it. Fingers slick with spit, his touches teased further back. His hand flat against Yukimura's ass, Sanada's finger teased pressing just slightly into the other boy.
"Oh god…" Yukimura's head hit the back of the door, body slumping a bit. "Please, Sanada, please, don't stop."
Sanada really had no intention of stopping. He concentrated on sucking, keeping his mouth tight around the boy's length, his fingers slowly working inside Yukimura's body. His finger pushed into the tight heat just as his mouth pulled off of Yukimura's length. He used his mouth and fingers in tandem, feeling Yukimura's body tighten. Sanada heard Yukimura cry out, and swallowed as the other boy came. The grip in his hair lessened, Sanada slowly licked Yukimura clean.
Yukimura tipped his chin up, making Sanada look at him. His fingers trembled slightly, his thumb wiping Sanada's lower lip. “Next time I have a brilliant idea like this,” Yukimura said, Sanada proud at the breathy quality to Yukimura's voice. “Don't let me do it. I swear I can't see straight.” Sanada chuckled softly, pulling Yukimura's pants and boxers back up to cover him.
Somehow they ended up in bed together tangled up as they were before Yukimura's doctor's appointment. Studying diligently, Sanada ordered to change back into his normal clothes. Piles of notes surrounded them, and the notes only grew when Renji joined them a few hours later. It was well into the early morning when Sanada and Renji took their leave. Before they parted ways, they discussed a midday practice, rather than the early morning one they had already assigned the team. With Yukimura's promise that he would get the word out, Sanada and Renji headed their separate ways.
Sanada was nearly halfway home when his phone vibrated. He reached into his pocket, flipped the phone open, and accepted the incoming text message. He stared at the phone, grip, white knuckled tight when the image finally loaded. It was of him and Yukimura on the bus, with Sanada in full butler costume. He checked the phone number again. “Damn it.” The text had come from Renji.
Pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/Blow job/ 2,049
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Sanada indulges Yukimura, is caught, and enjoys it more than he thought he would.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
Happy Holidays to absolutehymn007
Sanada looked up from his history book when Yukimura's heel dug into his thigh for the third time. Stuffing back a long suffering sigh, he glanced at the other boy who was sprawled in the opposite direction, their legs a tangle of denim and blankets. "Is there something you need, Yukimura?"
"Not at all." Came the response. Yukimura had taken his cap when Sanada walked into his bedroom. The cap was currently shading Yukimura's face, obscuring his expressions. They had agreed to study together over the weekend for an upcoming test. Renji wasn't able to make it, as he had been roped into tutoring Kirihara. Sanada didn't envy his task.
"Then kindly, move your foot." Sanada poked at the offending appendage. "I think it's starting to bruise."
"My apologies." Yukimura's lips curled in a slight smile. The foot moved up, along the inside of Sanada's leg, heel pressing up gently, rubbing between Sanada's legs.
"Seichii." Sanada's grip on his book tightened. "You invited me over to study."
"Don't you think we deserve a break?" Yukimura's bed shifted just slightly as the other boy sat up. The pressure and rubbing foot returned, Sanada mortified to find his body reacting. There was a light thump when Yukimura dropped Sanada's hat to the ground, and his hair tumbled down to his shoulders. Sanada swallowed, throat dry. He watched as Yukimura crawled back up the bed, over him. Delicate hands lifted the history book from Sanada's grasp easily, that too finding a place on the floor.
"We were going to have to cut it short anyway. I forgot about a doctor's appointment."
Sanada's head tipped back at the brush of lips against his jaw. Yukimura's hands were in his hair, mussing it. It took a few seconds, but Sanada's brain finally caught up to what Yukimura had said. "Doctor's appointment?" His hands came up, fingers wrapping around Yukimura's wrists, stopping the touch. "Seichii?"
If he were a fool, Sanada would say Yukimura was pouting at him when the other boy huffed and sat back, comfortably settled on Sanada's thighs. "It's just a check up." If Sanada was suicidal, he'd call Yukimura out on the hint of fear in his words. However, Sanada was neither a fool, or suicidal.
"Would you like me to come with you?" Sanada offered, tone light. Yukimura had been declared healthy, but there were still countless doctor appointments, just to make sure the boy was still continuing to be healthy.
"I have some errands to run afterward." Yukimura was silent for a few moments before speaking. "There's a cd I want to pick up, as well as a movie that was recommended to me."
"I don't mind." Sanada had been given the afternoon and evening free of chores and household tasks.
"There is one more thing." Yukimura slid from Sanada's lap. He walked over to the closet, pulling open the door.
"What is it?"
"You have to wear this." Yukimura had disappeared into the closet only to reappear holding a garment bag. Sanada fixed him with a look, not saying anything more. "You've worn it before, and I enjoyed it. If I have to go to the hospital, I might as well have something that I enjoy looking at with me." The garment bag was hooked onto the door and unzipped. Inside was a swath of black cloth.
"You're kidding right?" Sanada's stomach dropped. He knew, before Yukimura pulled the suit from the bag exactly what it was. "How did you get that anyway?" As far as he knew, it was hanging in the back of his closet, never to be touched again.
"I have my ways." A small smile. Yukimura held it out to him. "Please?"
"What if someone sees us?" Sanada was already halfway off the bed, reaching for the hanger despite the voice in the back of his head, screaming for him to stop.
"You'll let me take care of that." Yukimura responded sweetly. He sat on the corner of his desk watching Sanada. "Get changed?"
Though it was phrased as a question, Sanada knew an order when it was given. He twisted out of his t-shirt and reached for the white button up. He changed, fully aware of Yukimura's eyes on him the whole time. He accepted the white gloves, puling them on as Yukimura fussed around with the blousy tie at Sanada's neck.
"Are you ready for your appointment?" Sanada asked, and seeing the way that Yukimura's attention was focused on the suit, and nothing more. "Sir?" If it was a game Yukimura wanted, he was more than willing to play along. Provided that he get to claim his prize when he won. Bowing low, he opened the bedroom door for Yukimura, and followed the other boy down the stairs. He helped Yukimura into a light coat, taking care to button it, purposefully on task, not letting any of his touches linger or tease. He did take slight satisfaction in the way Yukimura's breath hitched when Sanada's gloved fingers barely brushed the hollow of Yukimura's throat.
He followed a few steps behind Yukimura as they made their way to the bus stop. He paid both his and Yukimura's fare and stood as Yukimura sat. There was a low cat call, and he chose to ignore it, though Yukimura's lips twitched up in another small smile.
The trip to the doctor's office was quick, just a few blocks via bus. Sanada trailed after Yukimura a respectful two to three steps behind. He held the door open for Yukimura, waited by his side until the other boy was called back. Out of habit, he glanced at Yukimura, who nodded, and Sanada, went too. Sanada couldn't help but glance at the scars that littered Yukimura's body from various operations and tests.
Yukimura was declared healthy and they left soon after. Sanada didn't say anything, watching the straight line of Yukimura's shoulders, and the set of his jaw. They walked along the street, before Yukimura paused outside of a store. Sanada opened the door for him, and the light brush of Yukimura's hand let him know it was okay.
“Find me the new cd Marui was talking about.” Yukimura crossed his arms over his chest, stopping to inspect a display.
“As you wish.” Sanada murmured with a low bow. Marui for the most part, had an atrocious taste in music but if it was one that Yukimura wanted, he wasn't going to protest. Unless, Yukimura made him listen to it. He flipped through the stacks of cds, until finding the brightly colored cover. He took the cd back to Yukimura, and held it up for the other boy to examine.
“This movie too.” Yukimura held up a slip of paper, kanji written sloppily on it. Sanada peered at the characters. He remembered Niou and Kirihara talking about it when they were running laps. Something about zombies and explosions and some kind of robotic dog that kept Kirihara up with nightmares for a few weeks. Sanada shuffled over to the dvds and it took a while and a lot of digging, but he came up with the dvd case which showed a man and woman splattered in blood, a shiny dog between them.
“You don't have to watch it.” Yukimura smiled sweetly. “But you know I hate watching films by myself.” Sanada took both of Yukimura's purchases to the cash register where the other boy paid for them. Sanada accepted the shopping bag, and followed Yukimura from the store.
“Where do you want to go next?” Sanada asked as they walked up one of the main streets, Yukimura pausing to examine a few potted plants at a vendor stall.
"I'm hungry." With that, they picked up food from a carry out place, and caught the bus back to Yukimura's. They ate in the kitchen, Yukimura perched on the counter, Sanada leaning against the sink
"You know, you've served me well today." Yukimura set down his take out container, gaze fixed on Sanada. "I believe you deserve a reward." He hopped off the counter, tossing the take out container, and leaning past Sanada to drop his chopsticks into the sink. The slightest brush of hips sent a shock running through Sanada, and he smirked.
"A reward?" He arched an eyebrow, shadowing Yukimura's earlier movements. They went upstairs, the bedroom door barely shutting behind them when Sanada pinned Yukimura to it. "Please, allow me to continue to serve you." Sanada dropped to his knees in front of the other boy. "It's what you want isn't it?" His hand slid up Yukimura's legs, fingers teasing along the crotch of the other boy's jeans. Sanada watched as Yukimura tipped his head back, eyes fluttering closed, color rising on his face.
Slowly, deliberately taking his time, Sanada unzipped Yukimura's jeans. Fingers fumbled purposefully with the button, eventually easing the fabric off of Yukimura's hips. Sanada licked Yukimura's length once through his boxers, ignoring the taste of cotton, and instead focusing on the breathy sound that came from Yukimura. Fingers hooked in the waistband, Sanada drew the boxers down Yukimura's legs. One hand pushed Yukimura's shirt up, exposing his stomach, Sanada leaned in to kiss and lick along one hipbone.
"Sanada."
He glanced up to see Yukimura watching him, wide eyed, lower lip caught between his teeth. Maintaining eye contact, Sanada wrapped his mouth around the head of the other boy's cock and sucked, taking the length gradually. The sounds that came from Yukimura encouraged him. Sanada relaxed his throat, ignoring the insistent hand tangled in his hair tugging occasionally. His own hands came up, stroked Yukimura's thighs, hands teasing and drawing even breathier sounds from the other boy. It was sloppy and wet, Yukimura's hips twitching up into his mouth more than once. Sanada gave in, head moving in time with the thrusts into his throat. The hand fisted in his hair, tugging and pulling guiding him to take the length deeper.
Sanada moaned low in his throat, just barely able to take it further, nose brushing against the Yukimura's stomach. His hands crept up, between Yukimura's legs. His fingers wrapped around the base of Yukimura's cock, stroking as his head moved to meet it. Fingers slick with spit, his touches teased further back. His hand flat against Yukimura's ass, Sanada's finger teased pressing just slightly into the other boy.
"Oh god…" Yukimura's head hit the back of the door, body slumping a bit. "Please, Sanada, please, don't stop."
Sanada really had no intention of stopping. He concentrated on sucking, keeping his mouth tight around the boy's length, his fingers slowly working inside Yukimura's body. His finger pushed into the tight heat just as his mouth pulled off of Yukimura's length. He used his mouth and fingers in tandem, feeling Yukimura's body tighten. Sanada heard Yukimura cry out, and swallowed as the other boy came. The grip in his hair lessened, Sanada slowly licked Yukimura clean.
Yukimura tipped his chin up, making Sanada look at him. His fingers trembled slightly, his thumb wiping Sanada's lower lip. “Next time I have a brilliant idea like this,” Yukimura said, Sanada proud at the breathy quality to Yukimura's voice. “Don't let me do it. I swear I can't see straight.” Sanada chuckled softly, pulling Yukimura's pants and boxers back up to cover him.
Somehow they ended up in bed together tangled up as they were before Yukimura's doctor's appointment. Studying diligently, Sanada ordered to change back into his normal clothes. Piles of notes surrounded them, and the notes only grew when Renji joined them a few hours later. It was well into the early morning when Sanada and Renji took their leave. Before they parted ways, they discussed a midday practice, rather than the early morning one they had already assigned the team. With Yukimura's promise that he would get the word out, Sanada and Renji headed their separate ways.
Sanada was nearly halfway home when his phone vibrated. He reached into his pocket, flipped the phone open, and accepted the incoming text message. He stared at the phone, grip, white knuckled tight when the image finally loaded. It was of him and Yukimura on the bus, with Sanada in full butler costume. He checked the phone number again. “Damn it.” The text had come from Renji.