A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
SanaYuki pairing a.k.a. alpha pair

Story: Milky Tea (sequel to Sugary Coffee) - Chapter.1

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

Author's note: Finally, after 2 weeks of procrastinating, I have started on this story. Reading Sugary Coffee is not necessary, but there will be references to events that happened before later on in the story. It's super short... I know.

Brief Summary of Sugary Coffee: (for those who haven't read it)
Yukimura is a super idol while Sanada is a 2nd year university student. Their relationship is distant, but eventually, they become friends and lovers. However, at Atobe's New Year's party, Yukimura catches Sanada and Atobe kissing. Without another thought, he runs away. There is an explanation for it, but Yukimura refuses to listen. Both of them becomes severely depressed, and even Kirihara cannot help them anymore. But just when all is lost, an event brings them back together again.

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1. Sweet Cider

The day was still early and the sky only a hazy gold when Yukimura was awakened by the humid summer heat. He pushed the blankets off the bed, and reached for the air-conditioner remote, turning it on. He stared at the ceiling, azure instead of the creamy grey in their old apartment. It had been a month since they moved out, but Yukimura was still used to seeing a setting sun instead of a breaking dawn.

Beside him, Sanada was still fast asleep. Yukimura bit his lower lip as he felt himself grinning uncontrollably. Gently, so as not to wake Sanada, Yukimura traced random patterns on Sanada's naked chest, moving downwards gradually. When Yukimura's slender finger reached Sanada's defined abdominal muscles, it moved to the side and jabbed him slightly. Sanada twitched; he was ticklish.

Yukimura jabbed him again and Sanada's eyes snapped open for a brief second before pulling Yukimura's body towards him. Yukimura listened to Sanada's warm, steady heartbeat, feeling strangely peaceful. As he pressed their naked bodies closer together, Yukimura could feel the up-down movement of Sanada's chest as Sanada started to drift to sleep again.

"Sleepy head," Yukimura pinched Sanada's cheek, "it's time to wake up." Sanada made a muffled noise to signal his comprehension, but made no movement. Yukimura ruffled Sanada's hair and kissed him on the lips softly. As expected, Sanada woke up to that teasing gesture of affection. He sat up and cradled Yukimura in his arms. Yukimura smiled and planted a gentle but passionate kiss on the other man's parted lips, slipping his tongue past them.

Suddenly, Sanada pushed Yukimura away, an impish smile appearing on his sleepy face. "Seiichi," he said, reaching out to smooth Yukimura's messy hair, "are you trying to seduce me again?"

Yukimura pouted and smiled innocently. "I don't seduce you," he grinned, placing his hand on top of Sanada's, "how am I supposed to seduce a 21-year-old man anyway?"

"You seduce your fans," Sanada pointed out.

"Yea, but you're hardly my fan."

Sanada shrugged and kissed Yukimura on the cheek, sighing. "I can't believe Japan's most popular idol, Yukimura Seiichi, is sitting on my bed right now, in front of me, naked."

Yukimura chuckled. "It's our bed, not your bed. Anyway, shouldn't you be up getting ready for university?"

"What time is it?" Sanada asked in alarm.

"8:41a.m. exactly."

"I'm late," Sanada said and without another word, he rushed in the bathroom, and a few moments later, Yukimura could hear the water gushing out of the tap. He slipped off the bed gracefully, grinning to himself, and joined Sanada in the shower.

They left for work and university after their quick breakfast. Yukimura was shooting a new movie, while Sanada had a lecture for legal studies (he was a third year student at Tokyo University, studying law after two years of compulsory general studies).

The lecture, as most lectures were, was an absolute bore. Sanada yawned all the time he was typing his notes, trying as hard as he could to take in whatever information was contained within the boring monotonous lecture of given by the small, bald professor. His mind kept drifting to Yukimura, wondering if he liked the new director and his new co-star.

During lunch, Sanada was only able to swallow down a cheese and ham sandwich. He was still concerned about Yukimura, because he would keep his annoyance to himself until he returned home, where he would complain about everything – no matter how minute – that displeased him during work. Sanada did not actually mind listening to Yukimura; he loved being the one that Yukimura shared his problems with. However, he did not want Yukimura to suffer too much stress during work.

After his second lecture, Sanada rushed home, only detouring for a few items Yukimura had missed during yesterday's grocery shopping. It was already six by the time he started preparing dinner, and he hoped it would be finished by the time Yukimura returned home, as he would probably be grumpy, tired and eager for a hot meal. At 6:45p.m., dinner was cooked and Sanada sat at the table, relieved. He waited expectantly for the doorbell to ring any time soon, but 45 minutes later, Yukimura was still not home. He is probably caught up in work, Sanada thought and placed the dishes in the microwave. Reading the newspaper at the table, Sanada waited patiently for Yukimura's return.

Sanada woke up when the night air chilled his skin too uncomfortably. He realised he had fallen asleep while waiting for Yukimura. 10:46p.m. Sanada frowned; Yukimura had never been home so late with telling him before hand, or notifying him with a call. He was suddenly very worried. What if an accident happened to Yukimura? He did not ever want to see Yukimura stranded in a hospital again, or even worse, in his grave.

He paced around the house, hoping that Yukimura was actually already sleeping. But it was not so. Yukimura was no where to be seen. At 11p.m., Sanada could bear his anxiety no longer. He entered Yukimura's manager's phone number. But just before he was about to press the green button, a text message appeared. Finally, it was from Yukimura. Sanada's unease was cleared immediately.

I'm not coming home tonight. Sorry.

The uncharacteristically short message unsettled Sanada again. Usually, when Yukimura could not come home, he would call instead of texting. And besides from the apology, a reason would also be attached. Sanada became more and more worried as he read the message over and over again. Even though it was not strange for Yukimura to stay out occasionally, the absence of a reason was definitely worrying.

Why was Yukimura not coming home tonight?

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