[ fic ] Birthday Presents
[Title | Birthday Presents ]
[Fandom | Tenipuri ]
[Characters | Sanada, Keigo ]
[Rating | PG ]
[Word Count | 1 575 ]
[Summary | A birthday present for all the Genichirou's out there. ]
[Disclaimer | I do not own ANY of these boys. I merely play with Konomi's toys when he's not looking. ]
[AN | I profusely apologise for the lack of betaing and everything - especially the really bad tenses - but that's ok! This is dedicated to Sanada Genichirou (and all his assortment of muses out there) for his birthday on the 21st of May. Happy Birthday! ]
1. [the office worker]
Sanada sighed as he pondered over the files upon desk that were begging for attention. The office was deserted by the late hour and the monster pile of paper just wouldn’t stop growing. Sighing, he looked at the watch that adorned his wrist and noted the late hour. The piles of paper would still be there in the morning; he grudgingly got up, admitting defeat to this one battle. He’ll return another day to win the war. Picking up his coat and his bag, Sanada exited the building and headed to his small modest apartment.
Taking a shortcut through the park, he shivered as the trees swayed in the wind; he walked all the more faster. Sanada reached his apartment block and climbed up the stairs to his room at the end of the corridor. He slid a large hand into his jacket pocket, fumbling past pen and paper to find his keys. Then he slowly slid the key into its sheath.
2. [the yakuza boss]
When he first enters the entrance hall his designer Georgio Armani shoes would be kicked off carelessly, lying in wait for the maid in the morning to straighten them out before the boss woke up. Next would be his socks, which were plucked from his feet and draped over a chair that is placed in the hallway for that only purpose. The confining tie at his neck would be loosened on the short strip walk and once the offending piece of material was slipped out of the knot, it too would be dropped upon the polished wooden floor.
By the time he gets to his kitchen, the white business shirt would have been unbuttoned and be standing in front of an open fridge for the sake of looking at the contents inside. Closing the door, having found nothing of interest in the icebox, the shirt would be slipped off his broad muscular shoulders and placed on a bar stool. Then Sanada would unbuckle his belt and slowly approach his bedroom, padding quietly towards the door.
3. [the doctor]
The smell of antiseptic clings to his bedroom like a leech to the bare leg of a bushwalker. He was never bothered by the sterile smell since he worked in such an environment everyday. But he knew that his friends were bothered by it except for Yagyuu and Renji because they had enough tact and manners to keep their mouths shut.
Yukimura says he doesn’t mind it, but everyone knew it reminded him of his days stuck in bed before his operation. Niou would be halfway saying some frivolous statement before he caught the glare behind reflective glasses and heard the quiet ‘Niou-kun’. Marui and Akaya were still as honest as they had been all those years ago.
4. [the general and the geisha]
The General knows that by the time he enters the room, his Geisha would be asleep. He had admonished the beautiful man on many occasions to stop waiting and just go to bed early. The Geisha is curled underneath the blankets, looking as snug as a bug in a rug. The moonlight shone bright through the shoji doors, swathing the room in a blue hue and the General thinks the Geisha is the most beautiful thing in the world.
He doesn’t have the heart to wake up the slumbering man but can not stop himself from caressing the soft skin upon his Geisha’s cheek with a calloused hand. The figure stirs and his eyes flutter open to reveal a pair of sleep-hazed eyes. A lazy cat-like smile crosses the Geisha’s small pouted lips and the first thing he says is “Genichirou.”
5. [the vampire lord and the vampire]
“Did you have a good feed?” The younger vampire asks, leaning up for a slow kiss and tangle of tongues. The older vampire happily obliges in this activity with Keigo and purrs softly in the back of his throat, sending his answer telepathically to his lover. Yes. Sanada pins him to the soft padded mattress and leans down to have another taste of those kiss-swollen lips.
Time seemed to slow down and they broke apart for air. Sanada smirks at the dazed look upon Keigo’s face which makes the younger vampire scowl and blush. He is flipped over to his side of the large bed in retaliation and Keigo sits upon his stomach looking rather victorious. “I’ll go prepare a bath. You must be tired, love.” The slighter vampire would gracefully rise off the bed and disappear to draw a bath.
6. [the husband and the housewife]
The bath would be warm and at just the right temperature when Keigo would call to him saying that it was ready. As soon as he got to the bathroom, he would admire the already naked form of his lover, spurning him to get rid of his pants. Keigo would turn around with loofah in hand and point to the large bathtub. “Sit.”
Chuckling at the command, but obeying nonetheless, Sanada climbed in and sighed. He felt Keigo slip in behind him and envelope him in a warm embrace, warmer than anything the water could offer and sighed. “Let me wash your back for you.” Sanada nodded, letting Keigo do as he liked, why bother object to something that would feel so relaxing?
7. [the emperor and the empress]
“Genichirou?” The empress’ voice called out to him, pulling out Sanada from his thoughts. The day at the imperial court had tired him out and the old bickering fools had not helped. Even if he was noted for his patience, it was sorely running thin. Keigo chuckled; he had visited the court during lunch to make sure Sanada would eat the food that had been prepared for him.
He wrapped a muscular arm around the slender waist of his empress and hummed a small uncommitted sound in the back of his throat. It was only during these moments with Keigo that he could finally relax and felt the day’s worries float away.
“Come, Genichirou. Let us get out before you catch a cold.”
8. [the fukubuchou and the buchou]
It wasn’t long thereafter that found both boys underneath the covers on Sanada’s futon, stealing small touches and sweet kisses. They were both feeling rather flushed from the shared bath and much too comfortable in each other’s arms. There had been promises of endless days playing tennis during the weekend, but when Hyoutei’s captain had stepped into Sanada’s room and the shouji doors had closed, all they did was drown themselves in one another.
“What shall we do tomorrow, Keigo?” Sanada mused, during one of their comfortable silences and having settled to running his fingers through Keigo’s soft hair. The boy shifted upon where he lay languidly on Sanada’s tennis and iaido-honed body. The smirk upon Keigo’s face spoke of many hidden secrets and Sanada’s question was answered simply.
“Who knows?”
9. [the bodyguard and the young master]
They spent the morning shopping at Ikebukuro and numerous different places. Sanada had found it strange how the younger Atobe had insisted on buying cooking materials when he had the world’s greatest chefs at his own beck and call. When he had tried to inquire about why he was buying a cake tin, the vague answer that Atobe gave him left him as clueless as before.
“I’ll give you the rest of the afternoon off. But I will be going out later tonight.” Sanada sighed, not sure what to do with the free time that Atobe had given him. Something was definitely strange about Atobe today and he had not the faintest clue why Atobe was being so secretive today. He shrugged and let it go, knowing the younger man would brag about it later.
10. [Sanada and Atobe]
[ SANADA GENICHIROU is sitting at his desk at home, working. The sounds of fallen cutlery and curses from the kitchen have stopped now. ATOBE KEIGO appears at the door, a cake in his hand. He is wearing an apron and has fresh cream streaked across his nose and cheeks. ATOBE knocks. ]
ATOBE: [walks in] Happy Birthday, you silly man. Did you forget?
SANADA: Keigo…
ATOBE: [sets the cake upon the desk and lights the candles on the cake] I take that you did. Come now, stop gaping at me and blow out the candles. I don’t want wax dripping onto the icing, though I can’t vouch for the taste with or without the wax.
SANADA: [amused and awed. Blows out candles]
ATOBE: [prompts softly] Make a wish.
[ SANADA GENICHIROU closes his eyes and pretends to make a wish. ATOBE KEIGO smiles fondly at him, pulling out the candles on the cake. He hands SANADA GENICHIROU a knife to cut the cake. SANADA GENICHIROU cuts the cake but sets the knife to one side, crooking his finger at ATOBE KEIGO. ]
ATOBE: [sits in SANADA’S lap and kisses him softly] Happy Birthday, Genichirou. Hope you get whatever you wished for.
SANADA: I think I already have all that I wish for right here in my lap. Thank you.
11. [omake]
“You aren’t wearing anything underneath that apron.”
“Took you long enough to realise, Genichirou. Your birthday present is in the bedroom. Want to take a look before or after the cake?”
All Keigo got was an answering growl.
The cake was left forgotten and the neighbours could not sleep for weeks.
Ending Comments | I hope you enjoyed reading this - bad tenses aside, bad grammar aside. The 10 drabbles are meant to 'flow' in a sort of main story and I hope some of you may have picked up on that. It's a slight dedication to all the possible AUs our couple can be in. Happy Birthday Genichirou!
[Fandom | Tenipuri ]
[Characters | Sanada, Keigo ]
[Rating | PG ]
[Word Count | 1 575 ]
[Summary | A birthday present for all the Genichirou's out there. ]
[Disclaimer | I do not own ANY of these boys. I merely play with Konomi's toys when he's not looking. ]
[AN | I profusely apologise for the lack of betaing and everything - especially the really bad tenses - but that's ok! This is dedicated to Sanada Genichirou (and all his assortment of muses out there) for his birthday on the 21st of May. Happy Birthday! ]
1. [the office worker]
Sanada sighed as he pondered over the files upon desk that were begging for attention. The office was deserted by the late hour and the monster pile of paper just wouldn’t stop growing. Sighing, he looked at the watch that adorned his wrist and noted the late hour. The piles of paper would still be there in the morning; he grudgingly got up, admitting defeat to this one battle. He’ll return another day to win the war. Picking up his coat and his bag, Sanada exited the building and headed to his small modest apartment.
Taking a shortcut through the park, he shivered as the trees swayed in the wind; he walked all the more faster. Sanada reached his apartment block and climbed up the stairs to his room at the end of the corridor. He slid a large hand into his jacket pocket, fumbling past pen and paper to find his keys. Then he slowly slid the key into its sheath.
2. [the yakuza boss]
When he first enters the entrance hall his designer Georgio Armani shoes would be kicked off carelessly, lying in wait for the maid in the morning to straighten them out before the boss woke up. Next would be his socks, which were plucked from his feet and draped over a chair that is placed in the hallway for that only purpose. The confining tie at his neck would be loosened on the short strip walk and once the offending piece of material was slipped out of the knot, it too would be dropped upon the polished wooden floor.
By the time he gets to his kitchen, the white business shirt would have been unbuttoned and be standing in front of an open fridge for the sake of looking at the contents inside. Closing the door, having found nothing of interest in the icebox, the shirt would be slipped off his broad muscular shoulders and placed on a bar stool. Then Sanada would unbuckle his belt and slowly approach his bedroom, padding quietly towards the door.
3. [the doctor]
The smell of antiseptic clings to his bedroom like a leech to the bare leg of a bushwalker. He was never bothered by the sterile smell since he worked in such an environment everyday. But he knew that his friends were bothered by it except for Yagyuu and Renji because they had enough tact and manners to keep their mouths shut.
Yukimura says he doesn’t mind it, but everyone knew it reminded him of his days stuck in bed before his operation. Niou would be halfway saying some frivolous statement before he caught the glare behind reflective glasses and heard the quiet ‘Niou-kun’. Marui and Akaya were still as honest as they had been all those years ago.
4. [the general and the geisha]
The General knows that by the time he enters the room, his Geisha would be asleep. He had admonished the beautiful man on many occasions to stop waiting and just go to bed early. The Geisha is curled underneath the blankets, looking as snug as a bug in a rug. The moonlight shone bright through the shoji doors, swathing the room in a blue hue and the General thinks the Geisha is the most beautiful thing in the world.
He doesn’t have the heart to wake up the slumbering man but can not stop himself from caressing the soft skin upon his Geisha’s cheek with a calloused hand. The figure stirs and his eyes flutter open to reveal a pair of sleep-hazed eyes. A lazy cat-like smile crosses the Geisha’s small pouted lips and the first thing he says is “Genichirou.”
5. [the vampire lord and the vampire]
“Did you have a good feed?” The younger vampire asks, leaning up for a slow kiss and tangle of tongues. The older vampire happily obliges in this activity with Keigo and purrs softly in the back of his throat, sending his answer telepathically to his lover. Yes. Sanada pins him to the soft padded mattress and leans down to have another taste of those kiss-swollen lips.
Time seemed to slow down and they broke apart for air. Sanada smirks at the dazed look upon Keigo’s face which makes the younger vampire scowl and blush. He is flipped over to his side of the large bed in retaliation and Keigo sits upon his stomach looking rather victorious. “I’ll go prepare a bath. You must be tired, love.” The slighter vampire would gracefully rise off the bed and disappear to draw a bath.
6. [the husband and the housewife]
The bath would be warm and at just the right temperature when Keigo would call to him saying that it was ready. As soon as he got to the bathroom, he would admire the already naked form of his lover, spurning him to get rid of his pants. Keigo would turn around with loofah in hand and point to the large bathtub. “Sit.”
Chuckling at the command, but obeying nonetheless, Sanada climbed in and sighed. He felt Keigo slip in behind him and envelope him in a warm embrace, warmer than anything the water could offer and sighed. “Let me wash your back for you.” Sanada nodded, letting Keigo do as he liked, why bother object to something that would feel so relaxing?
7. [the emperor and the empress]
“Genichirou?” The empress’ voice called out to him, pulling out Sanada from his thoughts. The day at the imperial court had tired him out and the old bickering fools had not helped. Even if he was noted for his patience, it was sorely running thin. Keigo chuckled; he had visited the court during lunch to make sure Sanada would eat the food that had been prepared for him.
He wrapped a muscular arm around the slender waist of his empress and hummed a small uncommitted sound in the back of his throat. It was only during these moments with Keigo that he could finally relax and felt the day’s worries float away.
“Come, Genichirou. Let us get out before you catch a cold.”
8. [the fukubuchou and the buchou]
It wasn’t long thereafter that found both boys underneath the covers on Sanada’s futon, stealing small touches and sweet kisses. They were both feeling rather flushed from the shared bath and much too comfortable in each other’s arms. There had been promises of endless days playing tennis during the weekend, but when Hyoutei’s captain had stepped into Sanada’s room and the shouji doors had closed, all they did was drown themselves in one another.
“What shall we do tomorrow, Keigo?” Sanada mused, during one of their comfortable silences and having settled to running his fingers through Keigo’s soft hair. The boy shifted upon where he lay languidly on Sanada’s tennis and iaido-honed body. The smirk upon Keigo’s face spoke of many hidden secrets and Sanada’s question was answered simply.
“Who knows?”
9. [the bodyguard and the young master]
They spent the morning shopping at Ikebukuro and numerous different places. Sanada had found it strange how the younger Atobe had insisted on buying cooking materials when he had the world’s greatest chefs at his own beck and call. When he had tried to inquire about why he was buying a cake tin, the vague answer that Atobe gave him left him as clueless as before.
“I’ll give you the rest of the afternoon off. But I will be going out later tonight.” Sanada sighed, not sure what to do with the free time that Atobe had given him. Something was definitely strange about Atobe today and he had not the faintest clue why Atobe was being so secretive today. He shrugged and let it go, knowing the younger man would brag about it later.
10. [Sanada and Atobe]
[ SANADA GENICHIROU is sitting at his desk at home, working. The sounds of fallen cutlery and curses from the kitchen have stopped now. ATOBE KEIGO appears at the door, a cake in his hand. He is wearing an apron and has fresh cream streaked across his nose and cheeks. ATOBE knocks. ]
ATOBE: [walks in] Happy Birthday, you silly man. Did you forget?
SANADA: Keigo…
ATOBE: [sets the cake upon the desk and lights the candles on the cake] I take that you did. Come now, stop gaping at me and blow out the candles. I don’t want wax dripping onto the icing, though I can’t vouch for the taste with or without the wax.
SANADA: [amused and awed. Blows out candles]
ATOBE: [prompts softly] Make a wish.
[ SANADA GENICHIROU closes his eyes and pretends to make a wish. ATOBE KEIGO smiles fondly at him, pulling out the candles on the cake. He hands SANADA GENICHIROU a knife to cut the cake. SANADA GENICHIROU cuts the cake but sets the knife to one side, crooking his finger at ATOBE KEIGO. ]
ATOBE: [sits in SANADA’S lap and kisses him softly] Happy Birthday, Genichirou. Hope you get whatever you wished for.
SANADA: I think I already have all that I wish for right here in my lap. Thank you.
11. [omake]
“You aren’t wearing anything underneath that apron.”
“Took you long enough to realise, Genichirou. Your birthday present is in the bedroom. Want to take a look before or after the cake?”
All Keigo got was an answering growl.
The cake was left forgotten and the neighbours could not sleep for weeks.
Ending Comments | I hope you enjoyed reading this - bad tenses aside, bad grammar aside. The 10 drabbles are meant to 'flow' in a sort of main story and I hope some of you may have picked up on that. It's a slight dedication to all the possible AUs our couple can be in. Happy Birthday Genichirou!