[PoT]:: Sanada/Yagyuu, Niou/Yagyuu, Oshitari/Atobe, Sanada/Yukimura, Sanada/Yagyuu/Yanagi.
Title: Made of Sterner Stuff.
Pairing: Sanada/Yagyuu.
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/567
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Sanada is loud in the morning.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
The alarm bleeped, annoying cheerful, shattering the quiet peace of sleep. Sanada reached out from under the blanket, hand coming down on the alarm clock, silencing it. He hit it once more for good measure, the device uttering an odd mechanical whine, before falling silent. Next to him, Yagyuu stirred. Sanada cracked open one eye, then the other. The room was still pitch dark, and it was cold without the warmth and safety of the blankets.
"Sanada." Yagyuu muttered next to him, "Please tell me you didn't destroy another alarm clock."
Sanada picked it up, shook it and put it back down. "It's fine." He pushed the blankets off, and sat up. He scratched at his stomach, yawned, and considered laying back down. He cast a glare at the alarm clock, and got up all the way, shuffling toward the bathroom. The light was bright, casting the room into hash relief. He started the shower, letting the water get hot. Sanada glanced over his shoulder when the bathroom door slid open and closed, Yagyuu stepped in.
"You make too much noise."
It was a common complaint from Yagyuu in the morning. They had been sharing a place after finding out they were attending the same university. Sanada grunted, his way of an apology , especially since he wasn't fully awake. He stripped off the t-shirt and sweats he wore as pajamas, and stepped under the spray of the shower, the hot water startling him more awake.
"Sorry." Sanada muttered, shoving wet hair out of his face.
"You always say that."
Yagyuu had gotten into the shower with him. Sanada groaned softly, head falling forward as Yagyuu rubbed at the back of his neck. The touches continued, Sanada nearly melting when Yagyuu's fingers slid into his hair, scrubbing at this scalp. "I am capable of washing my own hair." He blushed darkly, his voice almost sleepy with pleasure.
"It'll put you in a better mood." Yagyuu sounded amused, though tired. "You can't scare the kids off on your first day."
Sanada snorted, turning to face Yagyuu. "They shouldn't slack off in class."
"They're children, Sanada." Yagyuu chuckled, leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"I think it's important to get good habits in early." Sanada tipped his head at the last instant, kissing Yagyuu properly on the mouth. His hands slid up Yagyuu's sides, pulling the other man closer to him. Sanada chuckled to himself as Yagyuu wound around him, deepening the kiss.
"You'll terrorize them." Yagyuu's lips brushed against Sanada's cheek, his jaw, the kisses placed between words, trailed down his neck. Sanada's hands played against Yagyuu's back, toying with the soap suds, chasing bubbles with his fingers.
"Character building." Sanada said, pulling them both under the pounding spray of the shower. "I prefer to call it character building." Somewhere between kisses, and sneak touches they managed to get out of the shower and dried off. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Yagyuu dressed. Sanada finished buttoning up his shirt, and peered at himself in the mirror, trying to flatten his damp hair to his head.
Yagyuu brushed past him, heading into the main part of the apartment. "You look fine. Come eat something so you can go. I've fixed you a bento for lunch." Sanada watched him go, gave a final tug to his tie, adjusting it, before following after the other man.
Title: Linen and Lace.
Pairing: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg/1039
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Niou tries to be domestic.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
Niou cursed out loud, yanking open the oven door. Black smoke billowed out and Niou coughed, waving a pot holder at it. The whine of the fire alarm kicked in, and his cursing got louder, and more creative. He tugged the pan of smoldering food out of the oven, dropping it on the stove top. Shooting a nasty glance at the smoke detector, and went to open the front door. Eventually the kitchen cleared out, Niou scraping savagely at the blackened mess in the pan. It had started out as noodles and sauce, a recipe he had pulled off the internet, hoping that Yagyuu would like it. He really should have taken Marui up on his offer to help. Niou gnawed on a thumbnail, thinking. He didn't have enough ingredients to start over, and there was no way he'd call Marui at this point.
He glanced at the clock, there was just over an hour before Yagyuu got back from classes. Swallowing his pride, he reached for his phone, and dialed Marui.
"What do you want, asshole?" Marui said in way of greeting.
Niou tried to remember what he could have done to make Marui pissed at him. It was probably because he switched the label on the salt and sugar containers. "That Italian restaurant that you took Kirihara too. What's it called?"
"Die in a fire."
"Marui, please." It didn't take much to say that word, and it wasn't like Niou was saying it to Marui's face.
"Montello's." Marui said. "I told you I would have helped."
"I don't need help." Niou wrinkled his nose. He'd have to take the trash out before Yagyuu came over.
"Niou, make sure to put fresh cheese on everything. That'll make it seem more homemade." Marui's voice was a little gentler. "You should have some left over if you measured everything correctly."
Niou hung up, as Marui was continued to speak. He looked up the number to the restaurant, and managed to arrange a take-out order. Niou set the table, making sure to use cloth napkins, and real plates. He put candles on the table, lighter tucked into his back pocket. He double checked the time, the location of the restaurant. He left the apartment, locking up behind him.
It didn't take long for him to pick up the food and get back to the apartment. He opened the boxes, sneaking bites of pasta and salad, knicking the end piece of bread, chewing on it. His phone vibrated, and he fished it out of the apron pocket, recognizing Yagyuu's ring tone. Seeing that the other man wasn't too far off, he served up the food on the plates. He wiped sauce from the edges, lit the candles, and turned down the lights. Niou turned on the stereo, low music playing, setting the tone. He grinned, proud of himself, and quickly went shoving the take-out containers into the trash. He washed his hands and double checked on the cake in the fridge. It was a delicate thing, layers of cream and cake towering. He had paid Marui through the nose to do it for him.
"I'm home." Yagyuu called out. Niou grinned, wiping his hands on the apron, and going into the entry way.
"Welcome home." It was domestic, and casual. Niou craved it. He watched as Yagyuu hung his school bag in the closet, as well as his coat. Yagyuu stooped down untied, and removed his shoes, by that time, Niou was shifting his weight.
"What did you do?" Yagyuu asked, straightening. Niou grinned, noticing the way the man's gaze lingered on the apron.
"I cooked." Niou responded. "Come eat. Tell me about your day." He jerked his head back to the main part of the apartment.
"You cooked, Niou-kun?" There was doubt in Yagyuu's voice.
"I had help." Niou muttered, heading back to where their dinner was. It was tried and tested that he was pretty much useless in the kitchen. He had wanted to do something nice for Yagyuu. The other man was overwhelmed with classes and exams. "But don't be surprised if it's not good."
They sat down at the table, Niou watching Yagyuu's reaction. The other man picked cautiously at his food, before taking a bite. "Niou-kun, this is good." He pushed his glasses up, and ate enthusiastically.
"I had some help."
Dinner was in fact very good, Niou hoping that Yagyuu never heard of the restaurant. That way he could at least keep sneaking food from it, and passing it off as his own. As soon as Yagyuu suggested the actual restaurant, everything would come crashing down around him. Niou was only half listening as Yagyuu talked, more interested in the way that the other man seemed to finally relax. Once they were finished, Niou rose, to clear the table. He picked up Yagyuu's plate, and turned, pausing when the other man tugged on the string of the apron.
"This was a nice touch."
"I thought you might like it." Niou responded, glancing over his shoulder. "Just sit here and relax. I'll bring you cake in a few minutes." He gently removed himself from Yagyuu's grasp and went back into the kitchen, running a sink full of hot water and soap, washing the dishes.
"You know, you don't have to do the dishes." Yagyuu came up behind him, hands skimming down Niou's arms, disappearing into the sudsy water. "You did all the dishes from when you cooked." There was a teasing lilt to Yagyuu's voice, warmth spreading where soft kisses were pressed to Niou's neck. Niou knew he was caught. It was rare for him to actually do the dishes.
"I didn't want you to have to do anything." Niou was finding it harder to think, Yagyuu's hands entwined with his own, and the gentle press of Yagyuu's mouth slowly driving him crazy. Gently, Niou untangled himself, ducking out of Yagyuu's hold, and wiping his hands on the apron. Yagyuu caught him around the waist, wet hands soaking the apron and Niou's shirt underneath.
"I saw you leaving the restaurant." Yagyuu tugged Niou closer. "But I do appreciate the gesture." Lips brushed against Niou's as Yagyuu spoke, the distance closed within seconds, by a gentle, claiming kiss.
Title: Working Lunch
Pairing: Oshitari/Atobe
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg/808
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which ties are used in a new way.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
Atobe rubbed at the bridge of his nose, stifling a long suffering sigh. In front of him were two large piles of work, and one of his coworkers had just dropped off four more manila folders of work labeled with 'extreme importance'. Everything on his desk was labeled with that notice. His phone rang, for the sixth time in five minutes. Steadying himself, he reached out, and gently tugged the cord of the phone from the handset, his office falling into blissful silence. Next to him, his cell phone vibrated violently. Still with the eerie calm, Atobe opened one desk drawer, deposited his cell phone inside, and locked it. He had taken the promotion a few weeks ago, and the work load was quickly becoming overwhelming. He had also caught wind of an office pool to see how long he’d stay there. Pride had taken over, and the want to prove them all wrong.
He tipped his chair back, loosening his tie. Oshitari had also taken a promotion, and now worked on the opposite side of the building. They rarely saw each other, and that was also starting to wear on Atobe. He closed his eyes, breathing deep, trying to relax. His office door opened, and then closed. Inwardly, he groaned, assuming it was a secretary bringing him more work. Curious when there was no tell-tale thump of paper or the punctuated tap of high heels against the floor, he cracked open one eye.
Oshitari was there, leaning against the door, watching him. "Nap time already, Atobe?" There was a dull metallic click as the office door shut. Atobe watched as Oshitari stalked across the office, not for the first time impressed by the ease in the man’s movements and the constant undertone of sexual energy. One stack of papers was moved to a chair, then the other. Oshitari pulled Atobe’s chair, and then plopped himself onto the desk.
"I tried calling." Dark hair had started to slip from the loose braid Oshitari wore his hair in while they were working. Atobe steepled his fingers over his eyes, resisting the urge to fully undo the braid.
"My phone isn’t working." Atobe responded.
"Your cell phone?" Oshitari grinned wirily, holding up the end of the phone cord.
"I have a lot of work to do." Atobe snatched the cord from Oshitari before the other man could plug it back in.
"Napping is serious work." Oshitari reached out, fingers nimbly undoing Atobe’s tie all the way. "I mean I catch a couple minutes of sleep when I can, but I never unplug my phones."
Atobe shivered, the slight brush of Oshitari’s knuckles against his skin paired with the low, smooth voice gave him ideas. Lots of ideas, that were hardly work appropriate. His chin was tipped up by gentle fingers, Oshitari’s mouth closing over his. Atobe groaned, getting lost in the kiss, tension easing from his body.
"Shouldn’t you be working?" Atobe tried to regain control, despite the heat settling low in his stomach. Oshitari fixed him with a look that made Atobe squirm in his chair.
"I’m taking my lunch break." He leaned in again, capturing Atobe in another kiss. Atobe knew the door was locked, but the idea of getting caught sent a thrill through him. His lips parted, Oshitari’s tongue claimed his mouth.
Oshitari slid from the desk and into Atobe’s lap. Long legs tangled with Atobe’s, the press of Oshitari’s body almost too much. Atobe gasped for breath, head tipping back as Oshitari continued to kiss and nip at his neck. His shirt was slowly unbuttoned; Oshitari’s mouth a hot press of warmth against his skin. Atobe tried to raise his hands to further undo the braid, but frowned, finding that they were restrained. A deep chuckle rumbled through Oshitari’s chest, the other man lifting his head, a wicked look in his eyes.
"I’m glad this is amusing for you." Atobe muttered, wrist twisting, trying to get leverage to undo the tie.
"I can’t look like I just spent the last ten minutes making out with someone." Atobe flushed, knowing exactly where his tie had gone. Oshitari’s fingers traced down Atobe’s chest as he leaned in to kiss him again. "And I know what you’d do if I let you have your hands."
"It’s not my fault." Atobe set his jaw, looking away from Oshitari.
"Get off work on time, and come by my place." Oshitari got off of Atobe’s lap, buttoning the man’s shirt back up. "I’ll make you dinner, and we can continue."
"I’m going to get you back for this." Atobe muttered, just able to catch the end of the tie, and begin to work at untying himself.
"I look forward to it, Atobe." Oshitari winked at him, and crossed the office to the door, closing it tightly behind him when he left.
Title: Adrift.
Pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/966
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Yukimura teases, and Sanada accepts a challenge
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
Sanada grunted, tripped when the solid compact earth gave way to sand. He dropped his end of the canoe onto the ground when Yukimura let go. He eyed the boat, though old seemed water tight. Not too far off he could hear the shrieks of Akaya and Niou as they tried time and time again to throw Marui into the lake. The sun was high and heavy in the sky, beating down on them. He raised the hem of his shirt, wiping sweat from his face.
"Yagyuu was right, there are oars." Yukimura had wandered out onto the rickety dock. In his hand were two solid wood oars. He grinned, and Sanada felt, not for the first time, his insides twist at that gentle, warm expression.
From where they had left the others there was a thunderous crash, more screaming and something that sounded like a whole lot of trouble. Yukimura glanced back toward where they had come from--they had left the others at the camp site, with Renji in charge. Though, they hadn't told Renji, as the other boy was still sleeping in the shade of a massive tree.
"I think we should get out onto the lake." Yukimura dropped the oars into the canoe, once more picking up his end.
Sanada had half a mind to go back, but the other part of him resisted. Strongly. He grabbed his end of the canoe, after kicking off his shoes, and headed down to the water with Yukimura. "Get in, I'll push us off." The water was cool and refreshing, swirling clear around his ankles. He was hot, sticky with sweat from the heat and humidity, He waded out to mid-calf, shoving off, and getting into the canoe at the same time, without upending it.
The wood was worn and almost smooth under his feet. Warm from the sun, it cut easily through the water. They didn't speak to each other as they rowed, finding an easy, lazy rhythm that took them out to the middle of the lake. Yukimura withdrew his oar, and stretched out, balanced on the benches that served as seats.
"We were no where near the campsite when that happened." His eyes were closed, lashes casting shadows on his face. His hair was tied back, though most of it had slipped out of the rubber band. Sanada's fingers itched to comb through the dark strands, twist them around his fingers and just get swept up in Yukimura. He watched the other boy's mouth move, knowing full well how soft and pliant Yukimura's mouth could be.
"Renji will know." Sanada slowly found himself relaxing. The canoe rocked gently with the breeze, the waves carrying them slowly toward no where. He placed his oar down, and kicked up his legs, resting them alongside Yukimura's body. He tipped his head back, eyes closed, soaking up the warmth from the sun.
The team camping trip had been mentioned on a whim, and quickly took hold. Somehow they managed to organize it in a short amount of time. They had only planned on being gone for three days, but there was enough food to feed them for a week, and someone, they were still trying to figure out who, though fingers were pointing toward Yagyuu, had smuggled in beer. Which they were constantly chasing Kirihara from.
"It's his fault for sleeping." Yukimura spoke up a few minutes after Sanada did, breaking the silence. Sanada only grunted in response. It was quiet here, peaceful. He jerked startling, when the boat rocked suddenly. He opened his eyes to see Yukimura stripping off his shirt.
"Seiichi?" Sanada asked, unable to look away from the smooth expanse of pale skin. The shirt was placed on one of the seats. The boat rocked again, as Yukimura wiggled out of his pants. "What are you doing?" He tried to look away, but couldn’t.
"Going in." Yukimura grinned at him. "I bet it feels good." He sat on the edge of the canoe, and tipped back into the water, spluttering when he resurfaced. Sanada looked away, pulling the brim of his cap down further.
"I don't have trunks on."
"Neither do I." There was a wet, sodden thump as something flew into the canoe. Sanada forced himself to turn, to see a pair of plaid boxers sitting in the bottom of the boat.
"Seiichi." Sanada clenched his jaw, feeling himself blush. "What if we get caught?"
"We're in the middle of the lake." Yukimura pushed his hair out of his face. "And you're completely clothed."
Sanada felt his jaw twitch. It was a dare, the challenge evident in Yukimura's tone. He carefully removed his cap, setting it out of the way. He twisted out of his t-shirt, folding it, steadying himself. He removed his shorts, feeling the boat rock wildly, and they joined his shirt and cap.
"Sanada."
He turned, only to be splashed by Yukimura. Thoroughly soaked, he jumped into the water, the stark cold taking his breath away momentarily. He reached out, fingers grabbing, but coming up empty. He wiped water from his eyes to see Yukimura a few feet away, treading water.
"Knew you couldn’t do it." Yukimura's grin was wide open and easy. Sanada glared, struggled with the last bit of fabric, and that too went into the canoe.
"If we get caught." Sanada muttered, swimming over to Yukimura.
"We won't." Yukimura's foot brushed his leg as they tread water, hidden from the shore by the canoe. Delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist, jerked him a bit closer. "Hurry up and kiss me already." Water clung to Yukimura's nose and eyelashes, droplets on his mouth. It was probably one of their only real chances to be alone. To be themselves. Together.
Sanada smirked, and gave Yukimura exactly what he wanted.
Title: After Closing.
Pairing: Yanagi/Sanada/Yagyuu
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/966 (note: the boys are aged up.)
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Sanada stumbles upon something interesting.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
The restaurant was closed, and most of the staff had left for the evening. Sanada and Yagyuu wiped down chairs, upending them onto the tabletops once they were clean. Yanagi was cleaning the bar, the clink of classes carrying through the empty space as he did the dishes. Sanada undid his tie, allowing the ends to hang around his neck.
"Aren’t you doing inventory tonight, Yanagi-kun?" Yagyuu asked taking a seat at the bar. "Would you like us to stay with you?"
Sanada put the last set of chairs up, and seeing that Yanagi had nodded in response to Yagyuu’s question, joined them at the bar. The sweeping and mopping could wait until Yanagi was done with taking the inventory of the liquor stock. "I’ll stay either way."
"It would be nice to have the company." Yanagi placed three ice filled glasses on the bar; filling them with measures from a couple of bottles, adding a bit of soda. He placed one in front of Yagyuu, and Sanada, keeping one for himself.
"You haven’t counted down the bar till have you, Renji?" Sanada took a cautious sip, feeling the familiar burn of alcohol slide down his throat.
"Not yet. I’ll do it once I’ve finished inventory."
Sanada had been hired on first, in their second year of high school, and when he had found out that they were still looking for people, recommended Yanagi and Yagyuu as well. The pay was good for a part time job, and the hours flexible with school. They had continued on with the place after high school, now attending university and using the pay to help with tuition. Once they had proven to be responsible they were given more and more tasks, and only in the past year they were left to close up the restaurant by themselves.
"Do you want help with it, Yanagi-kun?" Yagyuu reached over the bar, retrieving a bowl of pretzels, placing it between them.
Yanagi shook his head, drying a couple of glasses, and placing them back under the bar. “I can do it faster without your help.” The gentle teasing wasn’t lost on Sanada, who snorted and took a handful of the pretzels.
"The way you do it is too complicated." Sanada muttered before tipping back his drink. The flavor was light and slightly fruity, without being overpowering. "What’s this called anyway?" He put the glass down, ice clinking, fingers trailing through the droplets of condensation on the outside.
"It doesn’t have a name yet. You do your job, Genichirou and let me do mine my way." Renji took the glass, tipped the ice into the sink, rinsed it out, and made another drink. The second one was dark, rich and almost spicy. Yagyuu received another drink as well. The bright pink liquid was fizzy and smelled strongly of citrus.
"So we’re your test subjects?" Yagyuu said, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Sanada-kun, don’t drink anything more until we receive human testing consent forms.”
"What?" Sanada put the glass back on the bar, glaring when Yagyuu and Yanagi snickered.
Yanagi finished his drink, and washed the glass, drying it. “When you’ve finished wash them and put them up.” He placed the towel on the bar, and put his own money in the till for their drinks. “I’m going to start in the back.
Sanada washed his and Yagyuu’s glass before retreating to the janitor’s closet to pull out the broom and mop. He filled the bucket, warm and fuzzy from the two drinks. He started mopping the kitchens, moving out into the back of the restaurant. Yagyuu brushed past him, cleaning supplies in hand, disappearing into the restrooms to clean them.
"I’ll check on Yanagi-kun." Yagyuu had reappeared when Sanada finished sweeping. Sanada nodded, and started mopping the main floor of the restaurant. He tipped the dirty mop water into the bar sink, scrubbing it clean, and putting the bucket and mop into the supply closet tucked to the side of the bar. Yanagi and Yagyuu were both in the tiny room used to store bottles of liquor and wine. Concerned that he hadn’t heard anything from either of them in a while, Sanada pushed the door open and froze.
Yagyuu was pressed between the wall and Yanagi. They were kissing, Yagyuu’s arms wrapped around Yanagi, one of Yanagi’s legs between Yagyuu’s. Sanada backed away, feeling his face burn partially with embarrassment, partially because he didn’t want to look away.
"Sanada-kun." Yagyuu said, his voice was breathless and low. Sanada shook his head, holding up his hands.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything." He rubbed at the back of his neck, and cleared his throat, mentally trying to think of seriously unsexy things, and not how delicious Yagyuu looked with kiss swollen lips and mussed hair.
"Genichirou, it’s okay." That was Yanagi. His hand closed around Sanada’s wrist, keeping him in place. "You don’t have to be embarrassed." Lips brushed against his jaw, Sanada shivered. "You didn’t see anything we didn’t want you to see."
"What?" Sanada winced, trying to figure out how to put more than one word guttural responses together. It didn’t matter; nothing mattered, except how good it felt to be kissed by Yanagi. Someone, either Sanada or Yagyuu, he wasn’t quite sure made a noise. Yanagi’s kiss was slowly possessive, warmth and want spreading through Sanada slowly as he got lost in the kiss.
It was over too soon for him, Sanada reached, fingers grasping air when Yanagi stepped back. Yagyuu tugged on his sleeve, Sanada turned to face him. Again, he tried to say something, only for it to come out a jumbled mess of syllables and words. Yagyuu chuckled, his kiss soft and sweet, Sanada managing to pull him closer, wrap around him. He groaned, taking control of the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Yagyuu’s mouth, pleased at the way the other man clutched at his shoulders.
Yanagi cleared his throat, Sanada regretfully separating from Yagyuu. "I think that we should continue this ah, discussion, somewhere more comfortable."
"My apartment is only a couple of blocks from here." Yagyuu said. "The restaurant is cleaned and locked, I think we can go for the night."
"That is of course, Genichirou, if you’d like to come with us."
Sanada glared at Yanagi, not bothering to dignify that statement with a response.
Pairing: Sanada/Yagyuu.
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/567
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Sanada is loud in the morning.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
The alarm bleeped, annoying cheerful, shattering the quiet peace of sleep. Sanada reached out from under the blanket, hand coming down on the alarm clock, silencing it. He hit it once more for good measure, the device uttering an odd mechanical whine, before falling silent. Next to him, Yagyuu stirred. Sanada cracked open one eye, then the other. The room was still pitch dark, and it was cold without the warmth and safety of the blankets.
"Sanada." Yagyuu muttered next to him, "Please tell me you didn't destroy another alarm clock."
Sanada picked it up, shook it and put it back down. "It's fine." He pushed the blankets off, and sat up. He scratched at his stomach, yawned, and considered laying back down. He cast a glare at the alarm clock, and got up all the way, shuffling toward the bathroom. The light was bright, casting the room into hash relief. He started the shower, letting the water get hot. Sanada glanced over his shoulder when the bathroom door slid open and closed, Yagyuu stepped in.
"You make too much noise."
It was a common complaint from Yagyuu in the morning. They had been sharing a place after finding out they were attending the same university. Sanada grunted, his way of an apology , especially since he wasn't fully awake. He stripped off the t-shirt and sweats he wore as pajamas, and stepped under the spray of the shower, the hot water startling him more awake.
"Sorry." Sanada muttered, shoving wet hair out of his face.
"You always say that."
Yagyuu had gotten into the shower with him. Sanada groaned softly, head falling forward as Yagyuu rubbed at the back of his neck. The touches continued, Sanada nearly melting when Yagyuu's fingers slid into his hair, scrubbing at this scalp. "I am capable of washing my own hair." He blushed darkly, his voice almost sleepy with pleasure.
"It'll put you in a better mood." Yagyuu sounded amused, though tired. "You can't scare the kids off on your first day."
Sanada snorted, turning to face Yagyuu. "They shouldn't slack off in class."
"They're children, Sanada." Yagyuu chuckled, leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"I think it's important to get good habits in early." Sanada tipped his head at the last instant, kissing Yagyuu properly on the mouth. His hands slid up Yagyuu's sides, pulling the other man closer to him. Sanada chuckled to himself as Yagyuu wound around him, deepening the kiss.
"You'll terrorize them." Yagyuu's lips brushed against Sanada's cheek, his jaw, the kisses placed between words, trailed down his neck. Sanada's hands played against Yagyuu's back, toying with the soap suds, chasing bubbles with his fingers.
"Character building." Sanada said, pulling them both under the pounding spray of the shower. "I prefer to call it character building." Somewhere between kisses, and sneak touches they managed to get out of the shower and dried off. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Yagyuu dressed. Sanada finished buttoning up his shirt, and peered at himself in the mirror, trying to flatten his damp hair to his head.
Yagyuu brushed past him, heading into the main part of the apartment. "You look fine. Come eat something so you can go. I've fixed you a bento for lunch." Sanada watched him go, gave a final tug to his tie, adjusting it, before following after the other man.
Title: Linen and Lace.
Pairing: Niou/Yagyuu
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg/1039
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Niou tries to be domestic.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
Niou cursed out loud, yanking open the oven door. Black smoke billowed out and Niou coughed, waving a pot holder at it. The whine of the fire alarm kicked in, and his cursing got louder, and more creative. He tugged the pan of smoldering food out of the oven, dropping it on the stove top. Shooting a nasty glance at the smoke detector, and went to open the front door. Eventually the kitchen cleared out, Niou scraping savagely at the blackened mess in the pan. It had started out as noodles and sauce, a recipe he had pulled off the internet, hoping that Yagyuu would like it. He really should have taken Marui up on his offer to help. Niou gnawed on a thumbnail, thinking. He didn't have enough ingredients to start over, and there was no way he'd call Marui at this point.
He glanced at the clock, there was just over an hour before Yagyuu got back from classes. Swallowing his pride, he reached for his phone, and dialed Marui.
"What do you want, asshole?" Marui said in way of greeting.
Niou tried to remember what he could have done to make Marui pissed at him. It was probably because he switched the label on the salt and sugar containers. "That Italian restaurant that you took Kirihara too. What's it called?"
"Die in a fire."
"Marui, please." It didn't take much to say that word, and it wasn't like Niou was saying it to Marui's face.
"Montello's." Marui said. "I told you I would have helped."
"I don't need help." Niou wrinkled his nose. He'd have to take the trash out before Yagyuu came over.
"Niou, make sure to put fresh cheese on everything. That'll make it seem more homemade." Marui's voice was a little gentler. "You should have some left over if you measured everything correctly."
Niou hung up, as Marui was continued to speak. He looked up the number to the restaurant, and managed to arrange a take-out order. Niou set the table, making sure to use cloth napkins, and real plates. He put candles on the table, lighter tucked into his back pocket. He double checked the time, the location of the restaurant. He left the apartment, locking up behind him.
It didn't take long for him to pick up the food and get back to the apartment. He opened the boxes, sneaking bites of pasta and salad, knicking the end piece of bread, chewing on it. His phone vibrated, and he fished it out of the apron pocket, recognizing Yagyuu's ring tone. Seeing that the other man wasn't too far off, he served up the food on the plates. He wiped sauce from the edges, lit the candles, and turned down the lights. Niou turned on the stereo, low music playing, setting the tone. He grinned, proud of himself, and quickly went shoving the take-out containers into the trash. He washed his hands and double checked on the cake in the fridge. It was a delicate thing, layers of cream and cake towering. He had paid Marui through the nose to do it for him.
"I'm home." Yagyuu called out. Niou grinned, wiping his hands on the apron, and going into the entry way.
"Welcome home." It was domestic, and casual. Niou craved it. He watched as Yagyuu hung his school bag in the closet, as well as his coat. Yagyuu stooped down untied, and removed his shoes, by that time, Niou was shifting his weight.
"What did you do?" Yagyuu asked, straightening. Niou grinned, noticing the way the man's gaze lingered on the apron.
"I cooked." Niou responded. "Come eat. Tell me about your day." He jerked his head back to the main part of the apartment.
"You cooked, Niou-kun?" There was doubt in Yagyuu's voice.
"I had help." Niou muttered, heading back to where their dinner was. It was tried and tested that he was pretty much useless in the kitchen. He had wanted to do something nice for Yagyuu. The other man was overwhelmed with classes and exams. "But don't be surprised if it's not good."
They sat down at the table, Niou watching Yagyuu's reaction. The other man picked cautiously at his food, before taking a bite. "Niou-kun, this is good." He pushed his glasses up, and ate enthusiastically.
"I had some help."
Dinner was in fact very good, Niou hoping that Yagyuu never heard of the restaurant. That way he could at least keep sneaking food from it, and passing it off as his own. As soon as Yagyuu suggested the actual restaurant, everything would come crashing down around him. Niou was only half listening as Yagyuu talked, more interested in the way that the other man seemed to finally relax. Once they were finished, Niou rose, to clear the table. He picked up Yagyuu's plate, and turned, pausing when the other man tugged on the string of the apron.
"This was a nice touch."
"I thought you might like it." Niou responded, glancing over his shoulder. "Just sit here and relax. I'll bring you cake in a few minutes." He gently removed himself from Yagyuu's grasp and went back into the kitchen, running a sink full of hot water and soap, washing the dishes.
"You know, you don't have to do the dishes." Yagyuu came up behind him, hands skimming down Niou's arms, disappearing into the sudsy water. "You did all the dishes from when you cooked." There was a teasing lilt to Yagyuu's voice, warmth spreading where soft kisses were pressed to Niou's neck. Niou knew he was caught. It was rare for him to actually do the dishes.
"I didn't want you to have to do anything." Niou was finding it harder to think, Yagyuu's hands entwined with his own, and the gentle press of Yagyuu's mouth slowly driving him crazy. Gently, Niou untangled himself, ducking out of Yagyuu's hold, and wiping his hands on the apron. Yagyuu caught him around the waist, wet hands soaking the apron and Niou's shirt underneath.
"I saw you leaving the restaurant." Yagyuu tugged Niou closer. "But I do appreciate the gesture." Lips brushed against Niou's as Yagyuu spoke, the distance closed within seconds, by a gentle, claiming kiss.
Title: Working Lunch
Pairing: Oshitari/Atobe
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg/808
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which ties are used in a new way.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
Atobe rubbed at the bridge of his nose, stifling a long suffering sigh. In front of him were two large piles of work, and one of his coworkers had just dropped off four more manila folders of work labeled with 'extreme importance'. Everything on his desk was labeled with that notice. His phone rang, for the sixth time in five minutes. Steadying himself, he reached out, and gently tugged the cord of the phone from the handset, his office falling into blissful silence. Next to him, his cell phone vibrated violently. Still with the eerie calm, Atobe opened one desk drawer, deposited his cell phone inside, and locked it. He had taken the promotion a few weeks ago, and the work load was quickly becoming overwhelming. He had also caught wind of an office pool to see how long he’d stay there. Pride had taken over, and the want to prove them all wrong.
He tipped his chair back, loosening his tie. Oshitari had also taken a promotion, and now worked on the opposite side of the building. They rarely saw each other, and that was also starting to wear on Atobe. He closed his eyes, breathing deep, trying to relax. His office door opened, and then closed. Inwardly, he groaned, assuming it was a secretary bringing him more work. Curious when there was no tell-tale thump of paper or the punctuated tap of high heels against the floor, he cracked open one eye.
Oshitari was there, leaning against the door, watching him. "Nap time already, Atobe?" There was a dull metallic click as the office door shut. Atobe watched as Oshitari stalked across the office, not for the first time impressed by the ease in the man’s movements and the constant undertone of sexual energy. One stack of papers was moved to a chair, then the other. Oshitari pulled Atobe’s chair, and then plopped himself onto the desk.
"I tried calling." Dark hair had started to slip from the loose braid Oshitari wore his hair in while they were working. Atobe steepled his fingers over his eyes, resisting the urge to fully undo the braid.
"My phone isn’t working." Atobe responded.
"Your cell phone?" Oshitari grinned wirily, holding up the end of the phone cord.
"I have a lot of work to do." Atobe snatched the cord from Oshitari before the other man could plug it back in.
"Napping is serious work." Oshitari reached out, fingers nimbly undoing Atobe’s tie all the way. "I mean I catch a couple minutes of sleep when I can, but I never unplug my phones."
Atobe shivered, the slight brush of Oshitari’s knuckles against his skin paired with the low, smooth voice gave him ideas. Lots of ideas, that were hardly work appropriate. His chin was tipped up by gentle fingers, Oshitari’s mouth closing over his. Atobe groaned, getting lost in the kiss, tension easing from his body.
"Shouldn’t you be working?" Atobe tried to regain control, despite the heat settling low in his stomach. Oshitari fixed him with a look that made Atobe squirm in his chair.
"I’m taking my lunch break." He leaned in again, capturing Atobe in another kiss. Atobe knew the door was locked, but the idea of getting caught sent a thrill through him. His lips parted, Oshitari’s tongue claimed his mouth.
Oshitari slid from the desk and into Atobe’s lap. Long legs tangled with Atobe’s, the press of Oshitari’s body almost too much. Atobe gasped for breath, head tipping back as Oshitari continued to kiss and nip at his neck. His shirt was slowly unbuttoned; Oshitari’s mouth a hot press of warmth against his skin. Atobe tried to raise his hands to further undo the braid, but frowned, finding that they were restrained. A deep chuckle rumbled through Oshitari’s chest, the other man lifting his head, a wicked look in his eyes.
"I’m glad this is amusing for you." Atobe muttered, wrist twisting, trying to get leverage to undo the tie.
"I can’t look like I just spent the last ten minutes making out with someone." Atobe flushed, knowing exactly where his tie had gone. Oshitari’s fingers traced down Atobe’s chest as he leaned in to kiss him again. "And I know what you’d do if I let you have your hands."
"It’s not my fault." Atobe set his jaw, looking away from Oshitari.
"Get off work on time, and come by my place." Oshitari got off of Atobe’s lap, buttoning the man’s shirt back up. "I’ll make you dinner, and we can continue."
"I’m going to get you back for this." Atobe muttered, just able to catch the end of the tie, and begin to work at untying himself.
"I look forward to it, Atobe." Oshitari winked at him, and crossed the office to the door, closing it tightly behind him when he left.
Title: Adrift.
Pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/966
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Yukimura teases, and Sanada accepts a challenge
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
Sanada grunted, tripped when the solid compact earth gave way to sand. He dropped his end of the canoe onto the ground when Yukimura let go. He eyed the boat, though old seemed water tight. Not too far off he could hear the shrieks of Akaya and Niou as they tried time and time again to throw Marui into the lake. The sun was high and heavy in the sky, beating down on them. He raised the hem of his shirt, wiping sweat from his face.
"Yagyuu was right, there are oars." Yukimura had wandered out onto the rickety dock. In his hand were two solid wood oars. He grinned, and Sanada felt, not for the first time, his insides twist at that gentle, warm expression.
From where they had left the others there was a thunderous crash, more screaming and something that sounded like a whole lot of trouble. Yukimura glanced back toward where they had come from--they had left the others at the camp site, with Renji in charge. Though, they hadn't told Renji, as the other boy was still sleeping in the shade of a massive tree.
"I think we should get out onto the lake." Yukimura dropped the oars into the canoe, once more picking up his end.
Sanada had half a mind to go back, but the other part of him resisted. Strongly. He grabbed his end of the canoe, after kicking off his shoes, and headed down to the water with Yukimura. "Get in, I'll push us off." The water was cool and refreshing, swirling clear around his ankles. He was hot, sticky with sweat from the heat and humidity, He waded out to mid-calf, shoving off, and getting into the canoe at the same time, without upending it.
The wood was worn and almost smooth under his feet. Warm from the sun, it cut easily through the water. They didn't speak to each other as they rowed, finding an easy, lazy rhythm that took them out to the middle of the lake. Yukimura withdrew his oar, and stretched out, balanced on the benches that served as seats.
"We were no where near the campsite when that happened." His eyes were closed, lashes casting shadows on his face. His hair was tied back, though most of it had slipped out of the rubber band. Sanada's fingers itched to comb through the dark strands, twist them around his fingers and just get swept up in Yukimura. He watched the other boy's mouth move, knowing full well how soft and pliant Yukimura's mouth could be.
"Renji will know." Sanada slowly found himself relaxing. The canoe rocked gently with the breeze, the waves carrying them slowly toward no where. He placed his oar down, and kicked up his legs, resting them alongside Yukimura's body. He tipped his head back, eyes closed, soaking up the warmth from the sun.
The team camping trip had been mentioned on a whim, and quickly took hold. Somehow they managed to organize it in a short amount of time. They had only planned on being gone for three days, but there was enough food to feed them for a week, and someone, they were still trying to figure out who, though fingers were pointing toward Yagyuu, had smuggled in beer. Which they were constantly chasing Kirihara from.
"It's his fault for sleeping." Yukimura spoke up a few minutes after Sanada did, breaking the silence. Sanada only grunted in response. It was quiet here, peaceful. He jerked startling, when the boat rocked suddenly. He opened his eyes to see Yukimura stripping off his shirt.
"Seiichi?" Sanada asked, unable to look away from the smooth expanse of pale skin. The shirt was placed on one of the seats. The boat rocked again, as Yukimura wiggled out of his pants. "What are you doing?" He tried to look away, but couldn’t.
"Going in." Yukimura grinned at him. "I bet it feels good." He sat on the edge of the canoe, and tipped back into the water, spluttering when he resurfaced. Sanada looked away, pulling the brim of his cap down further.
"I don't have trunks on."
"Neither do I." There was a wet, sodden thump as something flew into the canoe. Sanada forced himself to turn, to see a pair of plaid boxers sitting in the bottom of the boat.
"Seiichi." Sanada clenched his jaw, feeling himself blush. "What if we get caught?"
"We're in the middle of the lake." Yukimura pushed his hair out of his face. "And you're completely clothed."
Sanada felt his jaw twitch. It was a dare, the challenge evident in Yukimura's tone. He carefully removed his cap, setting it out of the way. He twisted out of his t-shirt, folding it, steadying himself. He removed his shorts, feeling the boat rock wildly, and they joined his shirt and cap.
"Sanada."
He turned, only to be splashed by Yukimura. Thoroughly soaked, he jumped into the water, the stark cold taking his breath away momentarily. He reached out, fingers grabbing, but coming up empty. He wiped water from his eyes to see Yukimura a few feet away, treading water.
"Knew you couldn’t do it." Yukimura's grin was wide open and easy. Sanada glared, struggled with the last bit of fabric, and that too went into the canoe.
"If we get caught." Sanada muttered, swimming over to Yukimura.
"We won't." Yukimura's foot brushed his leg as they tread water, hidden from the shore by the canoe. Delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist, jerked him a bit closer. "Hurry up and kiss me already." Water clung to Yukimura's nose and eyelashes, droplets on his mouth. It was probably one of their only real chances to be alone. To be themselves. Together.
Sanada smirked, and gave Yukimura exactly what he wanted.
Title: After Closing.
Pairing: Yanagi/Sanada/Yagyuu
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/966 (note: the boys are aged up.)
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Sanada stumbles upon something interesting.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For absolutehymn007.
The restaurant was closed, and most of the staff had left for the evening. Sanada and Yagyuu wiped down chairs, upending them onto the tabletops once they were clean. Yanagi was cleaning the bar, the clink of classes carrying through the empty space as he did the dishes. Sanada undid his tie, allowing the ends to hang around his neck.
"Aren’t you doing inventory tonight, Yanagi-kun?" Yagyuu asked taking a seat at the bar. "Would you like us to stay with you?"
Sanada put the last set of chairs up, and seeing that Yanagi had nodded in response to Yagyuu’s question, joined them at the bar. The sweeping and mopping could wait until Yanagi was done with taking the inventory of the liquor stock. "I’ll stay either way."
"It would be nice to have the company." Yanagi placed three ice filled glasses on the bar; filling them with measures from a couple of bottles, adding a bit of soda. He placed one in front of Yagyuu, and Sanada, keeping one for himself.
"You haven’t counted down the bar till have you, Renji?" Sanada took a cautious sip, feeling the familiar burn of alcohol slide down his throat.
"Not yet. I’ll do it once I’ve finished inventory."
Sanada had been hired on first, in their second year of high school, and when he had found out that they were still looking for people, recommended Yanagi and Yagyuu as well. The pay was good for a part time job, and the hours flexible with school. They had continued on with the place after high school, now attending university and using the pay to help with tuition. Once they had proven to be responsible they were given more and more tasks, and only in the past year they were left to close up the restaurant by themselves.
"Do you want help with it, Yanagi-kun?" Yagyuu reached over the bar, retrieving a bowl of pretzels, placing it between them.
Yanagi shook his head, drying a couple of glasses, and placing them back under the bar. “I can do it faster without your help.” The gentle teasing wasn’t lost on Sanada, who snorted and took a handful of the pretzels.
"The way you do it is too complicated." Sanada muttered before tipping back his drink. The flavor was light and slightly fruity, without being overpowering. "What’s this called anyway?" He put the glass down, ice clinking, fingers trailing through the droplets of condensation on the outside.
"It doesn’t have a name yet. You do your job, Genichirou and let me do mine my way." Renji took the glass, tipped the ice into the sink, rinsed it out, and made another drink. The second one was dark, rich and almost spicy. Yagyuu received another drink as well. The bright pink liquid was fizzy and smelled strongly of citrus.
"So we’re your test subjects?" Yagyuu said, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "Sanada-kun, don’t drink anything more until we receive human testing consent forms.”
"What?" Sanada put the glass back on the bar, glaring when Yagyuu and Yanagi snickered.
Yanagi finished his drink, and washed the glass, drying it. “When you’ve finished wash them and put them up.” He placed the towel on the bar, and put his own money in the till for their drinks. “I’m going to start in the back.
Sanada washed his and Yagyuu’s glass before retreating to the janitor’s closet to pull out the broom and mop. He filled the bucket, warm and fuzzy from the two drinks. He started mopping the kitchens, moving out into the back of the restaurant. Yagyuu brushed past him, cleaning supplies in hand, disappearing into the restrooms to clean them.
"I’ll check on Yanagi-kun." Yagyuu had reappeared when Sanada finished sweeping. Sanada nodded, and started mopping the main floor of the restaurant. He tipped the dirty mop water into the bar sink, scrubbing it clean, and putting the bucket and mop into the supply closet tucked to the side of the bar. Yanagi and Yagyuu were both in the tiny room used to store bottles of liquor and wine. Concerned that he hadn’t heard anything from either of them in a while, Sanada pushed the door open and froze.
Yagyuu was pressed between the wall and Yanagi. They were kissing, Yagyuu’s arms wrapped around Yanagi, one of Yanagi’s legs between Yagyuu’s. Sanada backed away, feeling his face burn partially with embarrassment, partially because he didn’t want to look away.
"Sanada-kun." Yagyuu said, his voice was breathless and low. Sanada shook his head, holding up his hands.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything." He rubbed at the back of his neck, and cleared his throat, mentally trying to think of seriously unsexy things, and not how delicious Yagyuu looked with kiss swollen lips and mussed hair.
"Genichirou, it’s okay." That was Yanagi. His hand closed around Sanada’s wrist, keeping him in place. "You don’t have to be embarrassed." Lips brushed against his jaw, Sanada shivered. "You didn’t see anything we didn’t want you to see."
"What?" Sanada winced, trying to figure out how to put more than one word guttural responses together. It didn’t matter; nothing mattered, except how good it felt to be kissed by Yanagi. Someone, either Sanada or Yagyuu, he wasn’t quite sure made a noise. Yanagi’s kiss was slowly possessive, warmth and want spreading through Sanada slowly as he got lost in the kiss.
It was over too soon for him, Sanada reached, fingers grasping air when Yanagi stepped back. Yagyuu tugged on his sleeve, Sanada turned to face him. Again, he tried to say something, only for it to come out a jumbled mess of syllables and words. Yagyuu chuckled, his kiss soft and sweet, Sanada managing to pull him closer, wrap around him. He groaned, taking control of the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Yagyuu’s mouth, pleased at the way the other man clutched at his shoulders.
Yanagi cleared his throat, Sanada regretfully separating from Yagyuu. "I think that we should continue this ah, discussion, somewhere more comfortable."
"My apartment is only a couple of blocks from here." Yagyuu said. "The restaurant is cleaned and locked, I think we can go for the night."
"That is of course, Genichirou, if you’d like to come with us."
Sanada glared at Yanagi, not bothering to dignify that statement with a response.