[ drabble ] [ Addiction ]
[Title | Addiction ]
[Fandom | Tenipuri ]
[Characters | Sanada, Atobe ]
[Rating | PG-13, Implied Sex ]
[Word Count | 821 ]
[Summary | Prompt: "When addictions bite, they don't let go." ]
[Disclaimer | I do not own ANY of these boys. I merely play with Konomi's toys when he's not looking. ]
The boy in his arms moved slowly, a small whining noise rolling off his tongue as he rolled over and buried closer to the source of warmth. It was verging on summer now and the sun had slowly bathed his room in gold that seemed to make Atobe's skin positively glow. Sanada leaned in slowly and nuzzled the top of Atobe's head fondly with his nose. The first time he had been in close contact with Atobe was an accidental brush of shoulders during the Tokyo Latin Festival followed by an awkward exchange of words. This lead to Sanada's acute awareness of Atobe a row and a seat away from his own when his blasted scent of lavendar kept wafting in his direction.
The scent of lavendar in the air was nothing when compared to having the source stretched out directly underneath him, seeming so at peace with the world. Sanada lifted a hand up and readjusted the azure yukata to cover that pale shoulder, finding himself slightly amused at how Atobe practically lived in it ever since his mother had offered it for his usage whenever he wanted to stay over. The younger boy had been made an honorary Sanada family with all the weekends he spent at their family house.
The Hyoutei captain had even braved the transportation system for him. Sanada was unsure how such a feat had happened, but when Atobe had appeared on his door step with a look that any wet kitten would wear he had instantly invited him in. His family had gotten rather used to the brunette dropping by. Whenever Atobe showed up his grandfather would start to grumble about that ill-fated shougi game with Grandfather Tezuka and how Grandfather Atobe had been amused throughout the entire game (that cocky old coot!). According to the Hyoutei captain, that battle still lay untouched on their parlour coffee table.
Sanada lifted his head up off his pillow to gaze at the clock that sat on his study table, confirming the precise time his body clock kept telling him. The green digital numbers glowed and even if it was a weekend, his grandfather would undoubtedly grumble some more about how he was not keeping up with his discipline and that he was going soft. And no man born under the Sanada name would ever do that, he had his pride after all. He dropped a soft kiss to the back of the sleeping brunette's head and eased himself out of his rather small futon to get ready for his morning katas. It wouldn't be till breakfast that his sleeping kitten would wake anyway.
He changed with military efficiency and lingered by his door to savour the image. Atobe had most definitely been a cat in one of his previous lives as the boy lay out in the sun soaking up the morning rays. Sanada chuckled to himself at the thought as he slid the door closed as silently as possible before heading quietly to the dojo. His grandfather was already awake. Grandfather Sanada was always active and grumbling about something or another and the younger man couldn't help being amused as he watched the older one bustle and tut about their dojo. They settled easily into their habitual routine of meditating and training right until Mother Sanada would disrupt their light sparring with news of breakfast.
On some level, Sanada could admit Atobe was like a drug. Atobe made him feel ridiculously happy so similar to getting high without a care in the world. It was a good thing without all the nasty side effects. Of course when Atobe was feeling particularly prissy and vindictive, it was just like the crash. Particularly nasty and harmful. Then there was the inbetween when they were feeling particularly frisky like they were under the influence of aphrodisiacs. They became animals and it didn't matter the location or the position. Sanada felt the all encompassing need to possess Atobe over and over until the younger boy became as mallaeble as putty in his hand and equally satiated.
Not that sensible Sanada would consume any of those illegal substances but he had heard many stories from Brother Sanada and the wonderful cases he got to observe when working in the emergency room of the local hospital.
Taking his place next to Atobe at the breakfast table, he felt a warm hand slip inside of his own and a bright smile bade him a good morning. Sanada couldn't resist replying with one of his own small smiles. Atobe had managed to make coaxing smiles from him an art form. Even Yukimura and Yanagi had noticed. Though when addictions bite, they don't let go. Rice and fish was laid out in front of them, forcing Atobe to let go of Sanada's hand to pick up his chopsticks. If Atobe was his new found addiction, he didn't want Atobe to ever let go.
A/N: I'm sorry if any of the grammar and spelling is terrible. orz I feel so out of practice with writing, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless! Many thanks to my beta erulisse, ilu bb. Obviously since the prompt came from her. I had the beginning of this piece lying about sometime since October 2010 but never had the inspiration to finish it until now.
I will eventually get around to finishing Gluttony and my new special awesome super project of GLORIOUSNESS.
[Fandom | Tenipuri ]
[Characters | Sanada, Atobe ]
[Rating | PG-13, Implied Sex ]
[Word Count | 821 ]
[Summary | Prompt: "When addictions bite, they don't let go." ]
[Disclaimer | I do not own ANY of these boys. I merely play with Konomi's toys when he's not looking. ]
The boy in his arms moved slowly, a small whining noise rolling off his tongue as he rolled over and buried closer to the source of warmth. It was verging on summer now and the sun had slowly bathed his room in gold that seemed to make Atobe's skin positively glow. Sanada leaned in slowly and nuzzled the top of Atobe's head fondly with his nose. The first time he had been in close contact with Atobe was an accidental brush of shoulders during the Tokyo Latin Festival followed by an awkward exchange of words. This lead to Sanada's acute awareness of Atobe a row and a seat away from his own when his blasted scent of lavendar kept wafting in his direction.
The scent of lavendar in the air was nothing when compared to having the source stretched out directly underneath him, seeming so at peace with the world. Sanada lifted a hand up and readjusted the azure yukata to cover that pale shoulder, finding himself slightly amused at how Atobe practically lived in it ever since his mother had offered it for his usage whenever he wanted to stay over. The younger boy had been made an honorary Sanada family with all the weekends he spent at their family house.
The Hyoutei captain had even braved the transportation system for him. Sanada was unsure how such a feat had happened, but when Atobe had appeared on his door step with a look that any wet kitten would wear he had instantly invited him in. His family had gotten rather used to the brunette dropping by. Whenever Atobe showed up his grandfather would start to grumble about that ill-fated shougi game with Grandfather Tezuka and how Grandfather Atobe had been amused throughout the entire game (that cocky old coot!). According to the Hyoutei captain, that battle still lay untouched on their parlour coffee table.
Sanada lifted his head up off his pillow to gaze at the clock that sat on his study table, confirming the precise time his body clock kept telling him. The green digital numbers glowed and even if it was a weekend, his grandfather would undoubtedly grumble some more about how he was not keeping up with his discipline and that he was going soft. And no man born under the Sanada name would ever do that, he had his pride after all. He dropped a soft kiss to the back of the sleeping brunette's head and eased himself out of his rather small futon to get ready for his morning katas. It wouldn't be till breakfast that his sleeping kitten would wake anyway.
He changed with military efficiency and lingered by his door to savour the image. Atobe had most definitely been a cat in one of his previous lives as the boy lay out in the sun soaking up the morning rays. Sanada chuckled to himself at the thought as he slid the door closed as silently as possible before heading quietly to the dojo. His grandfather was already awake. Grandfather Sanada was always active and grumbling about something or another and the younger man couldn't help being amused as he watched the older one bustle and tut about their dojo. They settled easily into their habitual routine of meditating and training right until Mother Sanada would disrupt their light sparring with news of breakfast.
On some level, Sanada could admit Atobe was like a drug. Atobe made him feel ridiculously happy so similar to getting high without a care in the world. It was a good thing without all the nasty side effects. Of course when Atobe was feeling particularly prissy and vindictive, it was just like the crash. Particularly nasty and harmful. Then there was the inbetween when they were feeling particularly frisky like they were under the influence of aphrodisiacs. They became animals and it didn't matter the location or the position. Sanada felt the all encompassing need to possess Atobe over and over until the younger boy became as mallaeble as putty in his hand and equally satiated.
Not that sensible Sanada would consume any of those illegal substances but he had heard many stories from Brother Sanada and the wonderful cases he got to observe when working in the emergency room of the local hospital.
Taking his place next to Atobe at the breakfast table, he felt a warm hand slip inside of his own and a bright smile bade him a good morning. Sanada couldn't resist replying with one of his own small smiles. Atobe had managed to make coaxing smiles from him an art form. Even Yukimura and Yanagi had noticed. Though when addictions bite, they don't let go. Rice and fish was laid out in front of them, forcing Atobe to let go of Sanada's hand to pick up his chopsticks. If Atobe was his new found addiction, he didn't want Atobe to ever let go.
A/N: I'm sorry if any of the grammar and spelling is terrible. orz I feel so out of practice with writing, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless! Many thanks to my beta erulisse, ilu bb. Obviously since the prompt came from her. I had the beginning of this piece lying about sometime since October 2010 but never had the inspiration to finish it until now.
I will eventually get around to finishing Gluttony and my new special awesome super project of GLORIOUSNESS.