Disclaimer: Pot doesn't belong to me. Too sad, isn't it?
Rating: T
Summary: Kirihara acts like a fool and Sanada goes ape. (Sana/Kiri)
A/N: English is not my first language; feel free to point out the mistakes I made.
First time I write a shonenai fic. If you want me to write a sequel involving Kirihara's sister just drop me a note.
Please read & review.
When violence generates love.
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The sound echoed through all the tennis courts.
Kirihara was on the ground, holding the right side of his face. The red print of a hand was visible on his cheek.
Sanada was eyeing him.
- You'd better obey and run your laps if you don't want me to beat the crap out of you again.
- Fck off!
The sound of an other slap echoed through the courts. Sanada threw a deadly glare to the people surrounding them.
- Everybody 50 laps! Now, He barked. Akaya 100!
After they finished their laps everybody went home. Only Kirihara was still running, cursing under his breath, imagining various ways to torture his horrible fukubuchou.
As for Sanada, he was in the main building of the school, unaware of all the curses which lay heavy on him, faxing important documents concerning the upcoming tournament: the Kantou finale.
Half an hour later Kirihara was in the club room looking at his red and swollen cheek. It was beginning to bruise. His mother would be really pissed if he came home with an other bruise in the face. The only solution would be to apply a cold cloth on it.
Each time he went home with a bruise he had to come up with a good excuse explaining it. However, his mother was slowly beginning to question them and she was on the verge of forcing him to walk home with his elder sister. No need to say it would be the worst thing that could ever happen to him.
If Sanada was a brute, his sister would be a monster. Kirihara shuddered while remembering her reaction when he was bullied on the playground by other kids. On the other hand, it would be fun to see his dear fukubuchou being beaten by a girl.
He was so deep in his thoughts that he did not hear the door being opened. The intruder did not notice him either. He went straight into one of the showers.
The sound of the water made him snap out of his dream. It was nearly 6 pm and he began to worry. At this time of the day students were no longer allowed in the buildings unless they were part of the student council.
At first Kirihara thought it was the cleaning lady. Who would take a shower in the clubhouse at 6 pm? He knew that the janitor's wife came every evening to clean the showers, so it had to be her. His hopes were shattered when he saw moisture on the mirrors. Why would the cleaning lady use hot water during such a long time?
He began to gather his tennis gear and his schoolbag and he put them just beside the door. Before leaving he threw a last glance at the mirror and he saw his cheek, still red and swollen, bluish just under his eyes.
He opened the door and began to walk. Suddenly he heard someone calling him. The voice was harsh and could only belong to a certain person.
- Akaya, what are you still doing here? As a normal student you should be at home and not in the clubroom.
- I'm sorry. I wanted to put a cold cloth on my cheek but I lost track of the time.
- Is that so?
- Yes
- But you didn't do it. Why?
- Because my thoughts drifted away.
- What were you thinking about?
Sanada's look was sharp. Kirihara gulped. There was no way he could lie to his fukubuchou, especially when he gave him his famous I-perfectly-know-you-don't-want-to-tell-the-truth look. Moreover he had never seen his fukubuchou with only a white towel hanging around his hips. Seeing him more than half naked did not help him to concentrate. He lowered his head trying to hide his blushing face from his fukubuchou's gaze.
- I'm waiting Akaya. What were you thinking about? Answer now. I won't repeat my question again.
- I was imagining that… No I can't tell you. If you know, you'll slap me again and I'll be in trouble once I am home.
Sanada looked at him with his eyes wide open. It seemed that he had never imagined that his way of coaching his team could put someone into troubles. When Kirihara said he could not tell him the truth he saw fear in his kouhai's eyes. It was the first time he saw Rikkai's ace so insecure. He was holding his cheek, a painful expression lingering on his face.
He came close to Kirihara and pulled him inside before closing the door of the clubhouse. He made him sit on a bench before leaving him alone. He was back a few minutes later, a wet cloth on his hand. He sat close to him and applied the tissue on the bruised cheek. He began to rub it being careful not to press on the injury. He could feel Kirihara shuddering at this contact and trying to escape from it.
With his other hand he blocked his kouhai's face and turned it in his direction. Dark brown eyes locked in green eyes. Kirihara wanted to break free but Sanada's gaze was so intense that he could not move. He was sitting unable to talk or to think. The only thing that mattered was the warmth of this hand on his face. He closed his eyes and began to relax.
Sanada removed the cloth. The cheek was less red and swollen but still bluish under the eye. He stood up and put the tissue in a basket. Kirihara remained on the bench, unable to move and to talk.
When his fukubuchou came back he was totally dressed. Only his white shirt was open revealing a well built torso. Kirihara could not prevent himself from staring at him. Sanada did not seem to notice the lingering looks of his kouhai. He began to button his shirt, slowly as if he wanted to tease the poor boy facing him.
Kirihara could not restrain himself any longer. He stood up, his eyes feverish and his hands shaking. He gripped Sanada's shirt and locked his eyes in the other boy's. They were really close. Sanada could see the well defined lips of his player, the blush slowly covering his light and smooth skin. If he did not know him he would have thought that he was an angel, a very handsome angel.
Kirihara saw a change in his fukubuchou's behavior. He did not reject him, nor did he slap him or punch him for being so familiar with him. In fact his gaze was kind and warm. A smile was on his lips.
Sanada bent down till his head was at the same height as Kirihara's. Eyes in eyes, he began to move closer. He was now really close to the other boy's face. He could feel his warm breath on his skin. The bruise on his cheek was visible. Sanada put his hand on the boy's face and began to rub it gently. Kirihara let out a contented sigh and enclosed his fukubuchou's hand with his. With his other hand he began to touch Sanada's face, rubbing his cheek, tracing his jaw line with his fingers.
These little touches were driving Sanada crazy. His breathing was jerky. He was moaning and sighing. Suddenly he kissed Kirihara, nibbling his lower lips. The shorter player was surprised by this sudden display of affection but he gladly opened his mouth allowing Sanada's tongue to play with his.
The kiss was violent and demanding, letting out all the frustrations of the players.
When Sanada broke the kiss both of them were panting. The look they shared was filled with lust. Their pants were beginning to be a little bit tight. Sanada had to use all his will in order not to jump and molest the other boy. Kirihara was snuggling up to him, eyes closed and a smile on his lips.
Sanada kissed his forehead and pulled away.
- I walk you home and I will give your mother an explanation about this bruise. I'll tell her I slapped you.
- You don't have to. I can go home alone.
- No. I come with you.
- But…
Sanada silenced him with an other kiss. He took his hand and, together, they walked in the sunset.
- Fukubuchou?
- Yes Akaya.
- Will you kiss me each time you hit me? Or will you kiss me just because you want to?
- We'll see.
Kirihara snuggled up to his side while Sanada put his arm around his waist. A smile was on his lips. Who would have thought that this little devil could make him feel human?
Sanada thought it was worth giving their relation a chance. He had to admit that kissing him was not a bad experiment and that he would like to do it again. He will just have to find a good opportunity.