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Title: The Presents
Part: 1/?
Author: Atama_ga_itai, ichi-nen-sei of the OT5
Characters: OT5; Sanada/Yukimura; Sanada/Tezuka
Rating: R / T+ for sexual situations
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to someone other than myself
Author's Note: This fic grew out of my last two SanaTez "one shots." I pondered to myself that it would probably be fun if Tezuka had been thinking very deeply about Sanada's little dirty-talk confession, and decided to do something about it. Oh, and this is unmitigated fluff.
[The two kind-of prequels are Stoic's Night In and Talking Dirty]
~
The large box arrived on the doorstep on a quiet Saturday morning. It was addressed to Sanada. The servant informed the five men who were sitting around the breakfast table that it was also large and heavy. Would the gentleman mind helping him move it?
When Sanada got to the door, he saw that the box took up a fair bit of the entryway.
Sanada leaned closer and peered at it curiously. There was no return address, no postage, and what was most suspicious: "Air holes?"
"If you don't mind lifting that end, sir," the servant asked apologetically. Sanada nodded, and hefted it. Before he knew it, he was carrying the box toward his room.
Sanada stared at the box. It had all the earmarks of some wild present of Fuji's, and Sanada mentally prepared himself for anything from live anacondas to a beehive. Instead, he heard a slight thumping.
Perhaps, Sanada thought wildly and with a faint bit of hope, it was something cute. Like a puppy. However, it was nowhere near his birthday or Valentine's Day or White Day or Christmas. In fact, it was the beginning of Spring, and ...
Sanada stared at the box. "I'd better open it," he muttered to himself, "whatever is trapped in there no doubt wants to be free," and got out his pocket knife.
When Sanada opened the lid of the box, he saw a human inside of it.
The human was naked, male, beautiful as an angel, bound with large straps, gagged, and staring up at him with eyes larger than Bambi's.
"Buchou..." Sanada whispered.
Yukimura nodded and made a few meaningful noises, thumping the side of the box with his legs.
Sanada quickly complied, first cutting away the box sides, and then undoing Yukimura's bonds.
Yukumura flopped limply onto the floor for a second, and sighed. Then he brought his legs up to his chest and began rubbing them vigorously.
"Buchou," Sanada said, uncertainly. Sanada had four boyfriends. And Sanada was nothing if not faithful, so he resolutely ignored Yukimura's lithe, well-honed limbs. Mostly.
"Eh, I'm so glad you cut me out of there, Genichirou! I don't know what I would have done if I'd been trapped any longer. Which reminds me. Might I use your toilet?"
Sanada nodded, speechless, as his naked former captain got up from the remains of the box and walked into Sanada's bathroom, bottom as taut as Sanada remembered it from the locker room showers.
"I had to pee so very badly," Yukimura said, emerging from the bathroom with his customary gentle smile. "It's hard to be tied up and left in a box for an hour!"
Facing Sanada. Sans clothes. This time, Sanada couldn't help but stare, in a helpless kind of way, at Yukimura's abs. And how Yukimura's abs lead down to a soft drift of hair, and below it...
"Gen-kun..." Yukumura said, and waved his hand in front of Sanada's eyes.
"Y-yes, Buchou."
"Can I borrow some clothes?"
Sanada was tempted for one wild moment to claim that he had none to spare, but realized that that might sound a bit fishy.
"Of course. Buchou -- why? Who? Was it Fuji?"
"Fuji? No, Fuji didn't have anything to do with it -- much. The bonds were his, though. Ah! That's right. I was supposed to give you this." Yukimura handed Sanada a card. Sanada wasn't entirely sure where Yukimura had been hiding it, and wasn't sure he was supposed to speculate.
Sanada opened the envelope and pulled out an unexpectedly nice card. It was Tolkien-themed, with Sam cradling Frodo against a background of lava and steam. Inside, the rather formal message read:
"Genichirou: In light of our last meeting, I decided to get you a small present as a token of our love. I hope you can find some way to enjoy it. I am glad to have you here by my side. -- Kunimitsu"
Sanada looked up, stunned, only to meet Yukimura's wise and gentle gaze. "Tezuka," Sanada breathed. Yukimura walked forward until he was within an arm's length of Sanada.
"I don't necessarily need to borrow your clothes right now, Gen-kun." Slowly, Yukumura brought his hand up to lightly touch Sanada's cheek.
Sanada blinked rapidly, finding that tears were welling up in his eyes. "Buchou, you don't have to do this for me -- or for Tezuka either," Sanada said, bringing his hand up to find Yukimura's.
Yukimura laughed, a light and sweet sound. "We should have done this a long time ago," he said simply.
And when Yukimura bent forward to lightly touch Sanada's lips with his own, Sanada felt like he was being truly kissed for the first time -- ever -- despite the wealth of boyfriends.
"I'm sorry there's not much to unwrap," Yukimura said after several minutes of intense tongue to tongue communication. "My current state of undress really leaves nothing to the imagination."
"I've imagined you for long enough," Sanada said in a near-growl, and pulling Yukimura close again, felt for the first time the soft heat that lay in Yukimura's skin.
~
They were tangled in a puddle of sunlight underneath Sanada's French doors. The sky outside was a blue softened by high white clouds, and the landscaping of Atobe's lawn was faultless.
"So you've known for a long time, but..."
"You were always dating someone, or I was," Yukimura said, running a hand lightly over Sanada's stomach. "And neither one of us are the unfaithful type. I was honestly overjoyed when Tezuka propositioned me for you."
"I should have asked everyone's permission before I -- we --" Sanada said, helplessly pinned under that light tough.
Yukumura giggled. "Tezuka said you'd be like this."
Sanada turned several shades of red.
"So did you two discuss this infidelity at great lengths?"
Yukimura laughed. "Us five, not two. Tezuka held a meeting. Everyone agreed that I could be your concubine, but that if I cut into their time with you, there would be hell to pay."
Sanada thought long and hard for a moment, and then blinked up at Yukimura. Sanada smiled, brilliantly. "I can't believe how lucky I am," Sanada said.
Yukimura chuckled. "Don't forget to thank Tezuka," he said, in typical Yukimura fashion.
"Yes Buchou," Sanada replied automatically, before they both dissolved into a puddle of laughter.
"In fact," Yukimura said, much later, "I have an idea for a return gift..."
~
Later that night, the door to Sanada's office was barricaded, and Tezuka was neatly tied to a chair with square boyscout knots.
Sanada was showing him a slideshow while Tezuka bucked and rocked into his bonds, trying to break free and get at the half-clad man in front of him.
"This is Yukimura lying on his back with his legs spread," Sanada said in a bland tone of voice, "don't you agree it's a pretty sight?"
"You -- bastard --"
"And in this one, we're saying hello to you..."
With strength undoubtedly pulled from years of tennis experience, Tezuka flexed his arms and freed himself from his bonds. That picture, in which Yukimura's hair streamed over Sanada's naked shoulder as they both looked up at the camera (faces flushed and bruised from kissing), was the last that Tezuka saw of the set.
"Love you -- 'Mitsu," gasped Sanada, pinned suddenly and violently against the wall. "Your present will get here -- soon..."
Part: 1/?
Author: Atama_ga_itai, ichi-nen-sei of the OT5
Characters: OT5; Sanada/Yukimura; Sanada/Tezuka
Rating: R / T+ for sexual situations
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to someone other than myself
Author's Note: This fic grew out of my last two SanaTez "one shots." I pondered to myself that it would probably be fun if Tezuka had been thinking very deeply about Sanada's little dirty-talk confession, and decided to do something about it. Oh, and this is unmitigated fluff.
[The two kind-of prequels are Stoic's Night In and Talking Dirty]
~
The large box arrived on the doorstep on a quiet Saturday morning. It was addressed to Sanada. The servant informed the five men who were sitting around the breakfast table that it was also large and heavy. Would the gentleman mind helping him move it?
When Sanada got to the door, he saw that the box took up a fair bit of the entryway.
Sanada leaned closer and peered at it curiously. There was no return address, no postage, and what was most suspicious: "Air holes?"
"If you don't mind lifting that end, sir," the servant asked apologetically. Sanada nodded, and hefted it. Before he knew it, he was carrying the box toward his room.
Sanada stared at the box. It had all the earmarks of some wild present of Fuji's, and Sanada mentally prepared himself for anything from live anacondas to a beehive. Instead, he heard a slight thumping.
Perhaps, Sanada thought wildly and with a faint bit of hope, it was something cute. Like a puppy. However, it was nowhere near his birthday or Valentine's Day or White Day or Christmas. In fact, it was the beginning of Spring, and ...
Sanada stared at the box. "I'd better open it," he muttered to himself, "whatever is trapped in there no doubt wants to be free," and got out his pocket knife.
When Sanada opened the lid of the box, he saw a human inside of it.
The human was naked, male, beautiful as an angel, bound with large straps, gagged, and staring up at him with eyes larger than Bambi's.
"Buchou..." Sanada whispered.
Yukimura nodded and made a few meaningful noises, thumping the side of the box with his legs.
Sanada quickly complied, first cutting away the box sides, and then undoing Yukimura's bonds.
Yukumura flopped limply onto the floor for a second, and sighed. Then he brought his legs up to his chest and began rubbing them vigorously.
"Buchou," Sanada said, uncertainly. Sanada had four boyfriends. And Sanada was nothing if not faithful, so he resolutely ignored Yukimura's lithe, well-honed limbs. Mostly.
"Eh, I'm so glad you cut me out of there, Genichirou! I don't know what I would have done if I'd been trapped any longer. Which reminds me. Might I use your toilet?"
Sanada nodded, speechless, as his naked former captain got up from the remains of the box and walked into Sanada's bathroom, bottom as taut as Sanada remembered it from the locker room showers.
"I had to pee so very badly," Yukimura said, emerging from the bathroom with his customary gentle smile. "It's hard to be tied up and left in a box for an hour!"
Facing Sanada. Sans clothes. This time, Sanada couldn't help but stare, in a helpless kind of way, at Yukimura's abs. And how Yukimura's abs lead down to a soft drift of hair, and below it...
"Gen-kun..." Yukumura said, and waved his hand in front of Sanada's eyes.
"Y-yes, Buchou."
"Can I borrow some clothes?"
Sanada was tempted for one wild moment to claim that he had none to spare, but realized that that might sound a bit fishy.
"Of course. Buchou -- why? Who? Was it Fuji?"
"Fuji? No, Fuji didn't have anything to do with it -- much. The bonds were his, though. Ah! That's right. I was supposed to give you this." Yukimura handed Sanada a card. Sanada wasn't entirely sure where Yukimura had been hiding it, and wasn't sure he was supposed to speculate.
Sanada opened the envelope and pulled out an unexpectedly nice card. It was Tolkien-themed, with Sam cradling Frodo against a background of lava and steam. Inside, the rather formal message read:
"Genichirou: In light of our last meeting, I decided to get you a small present as a token of our love. I hope you can find some way to enjoy it. I am glad to have you here by my side. -- Kunimitsu"
Sanada looked up, stunned, only to meet Yukimura's wise and gentle gaze. "Tezuka," Sanada breathed. Yukimura walked forward until he was within an arm's length of Sanada.
"I don't necessarily need to borrow your clothes right now, Gen-kun." Slowly, Yukumura brought his hand up to lightly touch Sanada's cheek.
Sanada blinked rapidly, finding that tears were welling up in his eyes. "Buchou, you don't have to do this for me -- or for Tezuka either," Sanada said, bringing his hand up to find Yukimura's.
Yukimura laughed, a light and sweet sound. "We should have done this a long time ago," he said simply.
And when Yukimura bent forward to lightly touch Sanada's lips with his own, Sanada felt like he was being truly kissed for the first time -- ever -- despite the wealth of boyfriends.
"I'm sorry there's not much to unwrap," Yukimura said after several minutes of intense tongue to tongue communication. "My current state of undress really leaves nothing to the imagination."
"I've imagined you for long enough," Sanada said in a near-growl, and pulling Yukimura close again, felt for the first time the soft heat that lay in Yukimura's skin.
~
They were tangled in a puddle of sunlight underneath Sanada's French doors. The sky outside was a blue softened by high white clouds, and the landscaping of Atobe's lawn was faultless.
"So you've known for a long time, but..."
"You were always dating someone, or I was," Yukimura said, running a hand lightly over Sanada's stomach. "And neither one of us are the unfaithful type. I was honestly overjoyed when Tezuka propositioned me for you."
"I should have asked everyone's permission before I -- we --" Sanada said, helplessly pinned under that light tough.
Yukumura giggled. "Tezuka said you'd be like this."
Sanada turned several shades of red.
"So did you two discuss this infidelity at great lengths?"
Yukimura laughed. "Us five, not two. Tezuka held a meeting. Everyone agreed that I could be your concubine, but that if I cut into their time with you, there would be hell to pay."
Sanada thought long and hard for a moment, and then blinked up at Yukimura. Sanada smiled, brilliantly. "I can't believe how lucky I am," Sanada said.
Yukimura chuckled. "Don't forget to thank Tezuka," he said, in typical Yukimura fashion.
"Yes Buchou," Sanada replied automatically, before they both dissolved into a puddle of laughter.
"In fact," Yukimura said, much later, "I have an idea for a return gift..."
~
Later that night, the door to Sanada's office was barricaded, and Tezuka was neatly tied to a chair with square boyscout knots.
Sanada was showing him a slideshow while Tezuka bucked and rocked into his bonds, trying to break free and get at the half-clad man in front of him.
"This is Yukimura lying on his back with his legs spread," Sanada said in a bland tone of voice, "don't you agree it's a pretty sight?"
"You -- bastard --"
"And in this one, we're saying hello to you..."
With strength undoubtedly pulled from years of tennis experience, Tezuka flexed his arms and freed himself from his bonds. That picture, in which Yukimura's hair streamed over Sanada's naked shoulder as they both looked up at the camera (faces flushed and bruised from kissing), was the last that Tezuka saw of the set.
"Love you -- 'Mitsu," gasped Sanada, pinned suddenly and violently against the wall. "Your present will get here -- soon..."