[Fic] In Training (for Summerslaughter)
Title: In Training
Author: reddwarfer
Recipient: summerslaughter
Pairing/Characters: Kirihara/Marui, Sanada/Yukimura
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: AU, Awkward half-first-times.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from the Prince of Tennis
Summary: Akaya discovers that being in training isn't always a bad thing.
Notes:. Endless gratitude to my beta-readers, L and V, I couldn't have done it without you. I sincerely hope you like this, summerslaughter, because I enjoyed writing it for you.
"Straighten your tie," Sanada grumped as he looked over one last time before they left. "You are a part of Rikkai, now." Sanada was the head of the youth division, something in which he took immense pride and expected everyone to do the same.
Akaya, for the tenth time, tried to straighten his tie, but had his hands batted away when Sanada impatiently did it for him. "Thank you, boss."
"I'm only doing this as a favor to your mother," Sanada said-not for the first time nor the last-with an aggrieved tone.
"I know," Akaya grumbled, before he added a hasty, "thanks." It hadn't been his idea to join. He wanted to star as an action hero in a weekly television drama, but his mother had a little bit of an issue with the fact he got fired from his last six jobs due to his temper. That and his grades weren't that great either.
"She begged me after the incident at the bakery," Sanada continued as he was wont to do. "Said that you joining was better than you ending up in jail." Sanada sniffed as if offended by the notion that his mother saw this as a last resort, only one step above convicted criminal, which seemed perfectly understandable to him.
But Akaya would swear that no one, not even the kumichou, could possibly think the Rikkai more glorious and honorable than Sanada.
"Yes," Akaya replied, only half-listening. When Sanada got on this subject, it could go on for hours. "Boss," he added, as an afterthought.
"Today, we're going around to check on a few places in our territory. Don't say anything, just observe me." Some guy opened the door to the car and he and Sanada climbed inside. It was novel getting into the back seat of a car that didn't have sirens on top.
"Fine," Akaya said, sulking. It wasn't as if he was completely incompetent. He knew how to do stuff and he wasn't always trying to smack people. And, wouldn't his tendency to let his fists talk for him be an asset in this line of work? Didn't all yakuza guys slice off pinkies and bloody noses and toss people into Tokyo Bay?
Sanada gave him a cold glare, but didn't lecture him on impertinence again. They were sort of related and Sanada respected his mother far too much to hit him more than necessary. Sanada's brother had married Akaya's sister and so they were sort of family, but neither of them liked to admit that to anyone.
They had already been to about six shops when they pulled up to a fairly subdued looking building compared to the other ones with neon lights and sleazy men ushering people inside.
"Let's go," Sanada said, straightening his own tie as soon as he stepped out of the car, and continued fussing with his suit until Akaya cleared his throat. "Right. Let's go."
"Whatever you say, boss," Akaya replied. He wanted the day to be over so he could go home, eat some yakisoba, and go to bed.
Once inside, Akaya concluded that it was just another brothel, albeit slightly classier than the last few.
"Ah, is it that time again?" A man in a well-tailored white suit came walking up to them. The man only briefly looked at Akaya before turning his full attention onto Sanada.
"Seiichi," Sanada said, with warmth in his voice that he never used with anyone ever, "you look well."
"And you," Yukimura replied. "And you haven't introduced me to your charge."
"This is Akaya, my…he's new," Sanada said, after a moment. "I'm responsible for his training. Akaya, this is Yukimura-san."
"Oh." Yukimura gave him a smile, with teeth, and said in a voice that was only innocent to the untrained ear. "I'm sure you will make Genichirou proud."
Akaya forced a smile, knowing that if Sanada was displeased with him, he would tell his mum, and that was always more trouble than it was worth. "Of course."
"The expansion is going better than expected," Yukimura said, indicating a door down the hallway. "The batch of AVs we made are selling exceptionally well. There seems to be a demand for the ones that have that home-made feel."
"Ah," Sanada said, "that's good."
"Do you still have time for…negotiations?" Yukimura asked almost pleasantly, but with an undertone that brooked no refusal. Akaya wondered if Yukimura was more suited to being boss because he certainly had the qualifications of getting people to do shit, if they wanted to or not.
"Yes," Sanada agreed immediately, turning to him, "Akaya, stay out of trouble while we're…discussing our terms."
"Fine…boss," Akaya said, looking around for a place to sit.
Yukimura took pity, or something like it, on him and pointed down the hall. "You can wait in there. There's a vending machine with drinks and a place to sit."
"Thank you, Yukimura-san," Akaya said with a slight inclination of his head, turning and walking away. That was weird. Sanada never negotiated anything with anyone in any capacity. He went in, extended his hand, and if money wasn't in it within ten seconds, the person was halfway across the room, hand to their face, and begging for forgiveness and just a little more time. Yukimura didn't even seem a little scared of Sanda, like the other people had earlier. They also called each other by name. Maybe that guy was related to Sanada, too, but wasn't embarrassed about it, like he was.
Akaya decided he didn’t much care, as long as Sanada finished quickly so he wouldn’t be stuck wandering around the brothel by himself, bored.
Once down the hall, Akaya realized, belatedly, he had no idea where he was going. There were no signs on the doors that indicated anything at all, especially no sign that said, place for Akaya to waste away whilst Sanada was off doing whatever. He figured that he could just randomly pick a door and hope that there was no one behind it doing weird, kinky stuff - like the owner of the last place they went to, who offered to employ him. It was one of a sum total of four times in his entire life he was grateful for Sanada's presence.
Akaya picked the furthest door on the right and peeked inside. It was fairly large, and had a huge circle-shaped bed.
"Oi, quit loitering in the doorway and get in here," a voice called out to him from the direction of a chaise lounge. He slid the door shut and walked the rest of the way into the room. There was a very attractive man sprawled on the lounge, fiddling with the hem of his yukata. Akaya felt his face heat as the man didn't seem to care that he was sitting in a way that did little cover anything and that Akaya was getting a pretty good eyeful. "Quit staring."
"Um, sorry," Akaya stammered, before boldly and without thinking, added, "I'm Akaya."
The man raised an eyebrow at being offered his first name, but didn't comment on it. "I'm Marui Bunta. So you're the guy? You're a bit overdressed, but every place's standards are different, I suppose."
"The guy?" Akaya asked, not sure who exactly Marui thought he was. "Overdressed?"
Marui rolled his eyes. "Yes, you're here to get me ready. All right, get on with it. We're supposed to film that bondage one tonight."
"Ready?" Akaya still had no idea what Marui was talking about, but he could hardly come up with the words to ask when Marui undid the sash of his yukata and lay back down on the chaise lounge. How could anyone think in a time like that?
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Marui tapped his fingers against the cushions and looked at him impatiently. "Oh, no. Don't tell me."
"Tell…tell you what?"
"You're new, aren't you?"
"Um."
"Great," Marui said, getting to his feet. "No one said I'd have to work with a newbie. I'm going to kill Jackal. I don't get paid enough for this."
Akaya noticed that Marui hadn't fully closed his yukata, so he latched onto the only part of the sentence that managed to get through the haze. "Jackal?"
"My manager", Marui explained, and flung himself on the bed. Akaya stood, very, very awkwardly, and wondered if he could convince his mouth or feet to get him out of the room before he did something stupid. Then, Marui pushed himself up to sitting. "Look, kid, it's not that hard. Come here."
Gingerly, Akaya sat down on the bed next to Marui and tried his damndest not to stare. It was not easy. "Um."
"You had better appreciate that you have a genius like me willing to teach you," Marui said, sounding both irritated and arrogant at once. Akaya wiped his now sweaty palms on his pants and hoped they dried before Sanada noticed the streaks.
"Um. I'd like a soda," Akaya managed to eke out before things got weirder. His throat was parched and all he could see out of the corner of his eye was Marui's pretty red hair and full lips. "Real...uh…thirsty."
"Oh, no, kid," Marui said, shaking his head. "I don't do enemas or let anyone put bottles of weird liquids in me."
Akaya took a moment to process it and when he did, he practically fell off the bed. "Um. No. No. I meant a real soda…to drink…and not to shove…no…I just want something to drink. Um…do you want anything…to drink?" Akaya knew he was babbling like a fool, but he couldn't help it. He also couldn't look Marui in the eye without wondering about…He really needed to get out of there.
"Oh, there's some in the mini-fridge over there," Marui said, pointing to the right of him. Akaya hurried over there, hoping that Marui wouldn't notice the way his pants would no longer lay flat. He grabbed two cans without looking at them and tried to act causal as he walked back.
"Haven't lost my charm yet, I see," Marui commented with a chuckle, eyeing him with a pleased smile. "I don't even have to try."
Akaya stumbled, the cans of soda rolling away and under the bed. He crawled on the floor, trying to recover them, and looked up to find himself between Marui's legs.
"Lesson time," Marui said, spreading his thighs apart further. From where he was sitting, Akaya could see everything, including that Marui's hair colour was natural.
He placed his hands on Marui's thighs, and pushed back a little. If they went any further, Mauri would learn the completely horrible and embarrassing truth about him. He pasted what he thought was a suitable leer on his face, and looked up. "C-can I call you B-Bunta-sensei?"
A smack to the back of his head and an amused chuckle was all he earned in reply. "Sure, kid. Now, get to work."
He almost got to his feet and ran out the door, but he there was something about Marui that made him want to stay there and it wasn't just that Marui really did have nice legs and that smile or that hair and that voice. Instead, he pushed up the fabric of the yukata and stared at Marui's half-hard cock, licking his lips. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and placed a tentative kiss on the shaft. It tasted…like nothing. He dove back down for another taste, this time licking the side of it. He pulled back, pushing his tongue against the roof of his mouth; it tasted a tiny bit salty.
"Rule one," Marui said, getting his attention, "when you perform fellatio, you have to fellate."
Nodding, Akaya lowered his head, and put Marui's entire cock in his mouth, choking and coughing around it when it bumped the back of his throat.
"Rule two, bite me and die."
Akaya mumbled acknowledgement around Marui's cock, forming a loose circle with his lip covered teeth. He then moved his head up and down, trying to mimic that anime porn he'd watched with Sanada's cousin, Niou-kun, last week. Saliva was dripping out of the corner of his lip, out his mouth, and down his cheek. Drooling, according to Niou-kun, was a turn-on and meant the person knew what they were doing.
"Rule three…fuck rule three, just stop, okay." Marui pushed him off and gave him a half-pitying, half-exasperated look. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"NO!" Akaya denied immediately, but relented under Marui's disbelieving gaze. "Sort of. Yes."
"Why the hell would they send…wait a minute," he said, looking at Akaya with dawning comprehension. "You're not here to get me ready. So, who the hell are you?"
"I'm…a new member of Rikkai," Akaya explained, and hoped that Marui wouldn't be scared off. "Sanada-san brought me here."
"You're one of Sanada-san's, eh?" Marui nodded thoughtfully. "Come up here."
Akaya scurried up and sat back down on the bed next to Marui, who turned and pushed him down to lay flat on the mattress. Marui straddled his hips, and began loosening his tie. "I guess you're more a beginner than intermediate."
"Uhm?" Akaya didn't know what Mauri planned to do, but he wasn't rushing to stop. He looked really nice in a yukata, Marui did, and his lips were nice and really, really close. And then, they were kissing. Or Marui was kissing him, and Akaya was trying his best to imitate the movements and not drool everywhere.
"You're not a genius like me, but you're not too bad," Marui whispered in his ear after pulling away only to lick down the side of his throat.
"Akaya!" An angry voice yelled from the hallway. He had no intention of answering or ever leaving the spot unless physically removed. "Are you in…" Sanada stopped once he took in the scene before him.
"Oh, I see you've met Marui-kun," Yukimura said, following after Sanada. He turned to Marui. "I forgot to tell you that filming has been postponed."
Sanada glared at him and he tried to hide behind the hanging fabric of Marui's yukata. "We are leaving now, Akaya. Let's go."
Marui slid off of him and lay on his side, lounging on the bed, allowing him to unwillingly force himself to tidy up and follow after Sanada.
"Hey, kid," Marui called when he was at the door. "Don't forget what you've learned. I always review before the next lesson."
Akaya grinned despite knowing he'd get hell when he and Sanada were alone. "Yes, Bunta-sensei."
Still smiling, Akaya slide the door closed behind him. Working for Rikkai might not be so bad after all.
Author: reddwarfer
Recipient: summerslaughter
Pairing/Characters: Kirihara/Marui, Sanada/Yukimura
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: AU, Awkward half-first-times.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from the Prince of Tennis
Summary: Akaya discovers that being in training isn't always a bad thing.
Notes:. Endless gratitude to my beta-readers, L and V, I couldn't have done it without you. I sincerely hope you like this, summerslaughter, because I enjoyed writing it for you.
"Straighten your tie," Sanada grumped as he looked over one last time before they left. "You are a part of Rikkai, now." Sanada was the head of the youth division, something in which he took immense pride and expected everyone to do the same.
Akaya, for the tenth time, tried to straighten his tie, but had his hands batted away when Sanada impatiently did it for him. "Thank you, boss."
"I'm only doing this as a favor to your mother," Sanada said-not for the first time nor the last-with an aggrieved tone.
"I know," Akaya grumbled, before he added a hasty, "thanks." It hadn't been his idea to join. He wanted to star as an action hero in a weekly television drama, but his mother had a little bit of an issue with the fact he got fired from his last six jobs due to his temper. That and his grades weren't that great either.
"She begged me after the incident at the bakery," Sanada continued as he was wont to do. "Said that you joining was better than you ending up in jail." Sanada sniffed as if offended by the notion that his mother saw this as a last resort, only one step above convicted criminal, which seemed perfectly understandable to him.
But Akaya would swear that no one, not even the kumichou, could possibly think the Rikkai more glorious and honorable than Sanada.
"Yes," Akaya replied, only half-listening. When Sanada got on this subject, it could go on for hours. "Boss," he added, as an afterthought.
"Today, we're going around to check on a few places in our territory. Don't say anything, just observe me." Some guy opened the door to the car and he and Sanada climbed inside. It was novel getting into the back seat of a car that didn't have sirens on top.
"Fine," Akaya said, sulking. It wasn't as if he was completely incompetent. He knew how to do stuff and he wasn't always trying to smack people. And, wouldn't his tendency to let his fists talk for him be an asset in this line of work? Didn't all yakuza guys slice off pinkies and bloody noses and toss people into Tokyo Bay?
Sanada gave him a cold glare, but didn't lecture him on impertinence again. They were sort of related and Sanada respected his mother far too much to hit him more than necessary. Sanada's brother had married Akaya's sister and so they were sort of family, but neither of them liked to admit that to anyone.
They had already been to about six shops when they pulled up to a fairly subdued looking building compared to the other ones with neon lights and sleazy men ushering people inside.
"Let's go," Sanada said, straightening his own tie as soon as he stepped out of the car, and continued fussing with his suit until Akaya cleared his throat. "Right. Let's go."
"Whatever you say, boss," Akaya replied. He wanted the day to be over so he could go home, eat some yakisoba, and go to bed.
Once inside, Akaya concluded that it was just another brothel, albeit slightly classier than the last few.
"Ah, is it that time again?" A man in a well-tailored white suit came walking up to them. The man only briefly looked at Akaya before turning his full attention onto Sanada.
"Seiichi," Sanada said, with warmth in his voice that he never used with anyone ever, "you look well."
"And you," Yukimura replied. "And you haven't introduced me to your charge."
"This is Akaya, my…he's new," Sanada said, after a moment. "I'm responsible for his training. Akaya, this is Yukimura-san."
"Oh." Yukimura gave him a smile, with teeth, and said in a voice that was only innocent to the untrained ear. "I'm sure you will make Genichirou proud."
Akaya forced a smile, knowing that if Sanada was displeased with him, he would tell his mum, and that was always more trouble than it was worth. "Of course."
"The expansion is going better than expected," Yukimura said, indicating a door down the hallway. "The batch of AVs we made are selling exceptionally well. There seems to be a demand for the ones that have that home-made feel."
"Ah," Sanada said, "that's good."
"Do you still have time for…negotiations?" Yukimura asked almost pleasantly, but with an undertone that brooked no refusal. Akaya wondered if Yukimura was more suited to being boss because he certainly had the qualifications of getting people to do shit, if they wanted to or not.
"Yes," Sanada agreed immediately, turning to him, "Akaya, stay out of trouble while we're…discussing our terms."
"Fine…boss," Akaya said, looking around for a place to sit.
Yukimura took pity, or something like it, on him and pointed down the hall. "You can wait in there. There's a vending machine with drinks and a place to sit."
"Thank you, Yukimura-san," Akaya said with a slight inclination of his head, turning and walking away. That was weird. Sanada never negotiated anything with anyone in any capacity. He went in, extended his hand, and if money wasn't in it within ten seconds, the person was halfway across the room, hand to their face, and begging for forgiveness and just a little more time. Yukimura didn't even seem a little scared of Sanda, like the other people had earlier. They also called each other by name. Maybe that guy was related to Sanada, too, but wasn't embarrassed about it, like he was.
Akaya decided he didn’t much care, as long as Sanada finished quickly so he wouldn’t be stuck wandering around the brothel by himself, bored.
Once down the hall, Akaya realized, belatedly, he had no idea where he was going. There were no signs on the doors that indicated anything at all, especially no sign that said, place for Akaya to waste away whilst Sanada was off doing whatever. He figured that he could just randomly pick a door and hope that there was no one behind it doing weird, kinky stuff - like the owner of the last place they went to, who offered to employ him. It was one of a sum total of four times in his entire life he was grateful for Sanada's presence.
Akaya picked the furthest door on the right and peeked inside. It was fairly large, and had a huge circle-shaped bed.
"Oi, quit loitering in the doorway and get in here," a voice called out to him from the direction of a chaise lounge. He slid the door shut and walked the rest of the way into the room. There was a very attractive man sprawled on the lounge, fiddling with the hem of his yukata. Akaya felt his face heat as the man didn't seem to care that he was sitting in a way that did little cover anything and that Akaya was getting a pretty good eyeful. "Quit staring."
"Um, sorry," Akaya stammered, before boldly and without thinking, added, "I'm Akaya."
The man raised an eyebrow at being offered his first name, but didn't comment on it. "I'm Marui Bunta. So you're the guy? You're a bit overdressed, but every place's standards are different, I suppose."
"The guy?" Akaya asked, not sure who exactly Marui thought he was. "Overdressed?"
Marui rolled his eyes. "Yes, you're here to get me ready. All right, get on with it. We're supposed to film that bondage one tonight."
"Ready?" Akaya still had no idea what Marui was talking about, but he could hardly come up with the words to ask when Marui undid the sash of his yukata and lay back down on the chaise lounge. How could anyone think in a time like that?
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Marui tapped his fingers against the cushions and looked at him impatiently. "Oh, no. Don't tell me."
"Tell…tell you what?"
"You're new, aren't you?"
"Um."
"Great," Marui said, getting to his feet. "No one said I'd have to work with a newbie. I'm going to kill Jackal. I don't get paid enough for this."
Akaya noticed that Marui hadn't fully closed his yukata, so he latched onto the only part of the sentence that managed to get through the haze. "Jackal?"
"My manager", Marui explained, and flung himself on the bed. Akaya stood, very, very awkwardly, and wondered if he could convince his mouth or feet to get him out of the room before he did something stupid. Then, Marui pushed himself up to sitting. "Look, kid, it's not that hard. Come here."
Gingerly, Akaya sat down on the bed next to Marui and tried his damndest not to stare. It was not easy. "Um."
"You had better appreciate that you have a genius like me willing to teach you," Marui said, sounding both irritated and arrogant at once. Akaya wiped his now sweaty palms on his pants and hoped they dried before Sanada noticed the streaks.
"Um. I'd like a soda," Akaya managed to eke out before things got weirder. His throat was parched and all he could see out of the corner of his eye was Marui's pretty red hair and full lips. "Real...uh…thirsty."
"Oh, no, kid," Marui said, shaking his head. "I don't do enemas or let anyone put bottles of weird liquids in me."
Akaya took a moment to process it and when he did, he practically fell off the bed. "Um. No. No. I meant a real soda…to drink…and not to shove…no…I just want something to drink. Um…do you want anything…to drink?" Akaya knew he was babbling like a fool, but he couldn't help it. He also couldn't look Marui in the eye without wondering about…He really needed to get out of there.
"Oh, there's some in the mini-fridge over there," Marui said, pointing to the right of him. Akaya hurried over there, hoping that Marui wouldn't notice the way his pants would no longer lay flat. He grabbed two cans without looking at them and tried to act causal as he walked back.
"Haven't lost my charm yet, I see," Marui commented with a chuckle, eyeing him with a pleased smile. "I don't even have to try."
Akaya stumbled, the cans of soda rolling away and under the bed. He crawled on the floor, trying to recover them, and looked up to find himself between Marui's legs.
"Lesson time," Marui said, spreading his thighs apart further. From where he was sitting, Akaya could see everything, including that Marui's hair colour was natural.
He placed his hands on Marui's thighs, and pushed back a little. If they went any further, Mauri would learn the completely horrible and embarrassing truth about him. He pasted what he thought was a suitable leer on his face, and looked up. "C-can I call you B-Bunta-sensei?"
A smack to the back of his head and an amused chuckle was all he earned in reply. "Sure, kid. Now, get to work."
He almost got to his feet and ran out the door, but he there was something about Marui that made him want to stay there and it wasn't just that Marui really did have nice legs and that smile or that hair and that voice. Instead, he pushed up the fabric of the yukata and stared at Marui's half-hard cock, licking his lips. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and placed a tentative kiss on the shaft. It tasted…like nothing. He dove back down for another taste, this time licking the side of it. He pulled back, pushing his tongue against the roof of his mouth; it tasted a tiny bit salty.
"Rule one," Marui said, getting his attention, "when you perform fellatio, you have to fellate."
Nodding, Akaya lowered his head, and put Marui's entire cock in his mouth, choking and coughing around it when it bumped the back of his throat.
"Rule two, bite me and die."
Akaya mumbled acknowledgement around Marui's cock, forming a loose circle with his lip covered teeth. He then moved his head up and down, trying to mimic that anime porn he'd watched with Sanada's cousin, Niou-kun, last week. Saliva was dripping out of the corner of his lip, out his mouth, and down his cheek. Drooling, according to Niou-kun, was a turn-on and meant the person knew what they were doing.
"Rule three…fuck rule three, just stop, okay." Marui pushed him off and gave him a half-pitying, half-exasperated look. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"NO!" Akaya denied immediately, but relented under Marui's disbelieving gaze. "Sort of. Yes."
"Why the hell would they send…wait a minute," he said, looking at Akaya with dawning comprehension. "You're not here to get me ready. So, who the hell are you?"
"I'm…a new member of Rikkai," Akaya explained, and hoped that Marui wouldn't be scared off. "Sanada-san brought me here."
"You're one of Sanada-san's, eh?" Marui nodded thoughtfully. "Come up here."
Akaya scurried up and sat back down on the bed next to Marui, who turned and pushed him down to lay flat on the mattress. Marui straddled his hips, and began loosening his tie. "I guess you're more a beginner than intermediate."
"Uhm?" Akaya didn't know what Mauri planned to do, but he wasn't rushing to stop. He looked really nice in a yukata, Marui did, and his lips were nice and really, really close. And then, they were kissing. Or Marui was kissing him, and Akaya was trying his best to imitate the movements and not drool everywhere.
"You're not a genius like me, but you're not too bad," Marui whispered in his ear after pulling away only to lick down the side of his throat.
"Akaya!" An angry voice yelled from the hallway. He had no intention of answering or ever leaving the spot unless physically removed. "Are you in…" Sanada stopped once he took in the scene before him.
"Oh, I see you've met Marui-kun," Yukimura said, following after Sanada. He turned to Marui. "I forgot to tell you that filming has been postponed."
Sanada glared at him and he tried to hide behind the hanging fabric of Marui's yukata. "We are leaving now, Akaya. Let's go."
Marui slid off of him and lay on his side, lounging on the bed, allowing him to unwillingly force himself to tidy up and follow after Sanada.
"Hey, kid," Marui called when he was at the door. "Don't forget what you've learned. I always review before the next lesson."
Akaya grinned despite knowing he'd get hell when he and Sanada were alone. "Yes, Bunta-sensei."
Still smiling, Akaya slide the door closed behind him. Working for Rikkai might not be so bad after all.