A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
SanaYuki pairing. Alpha Pair
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Author's note: My first M rated FF. It's not that graphic, because my conscience bans me from writing it. I would like to, but I'm too young for it. So maybe in later chapters. And I've decided to call the SanadaxYukimura pair: alpha. It's simply not fair that they don't have a pairing name. Based on the quote: sex is love misspelt
Enjoy and... reviews please
Chapter.1
Yukimura's slender fingers pulled the silky blanket from around his waist to his shoulders, sleepily wrapping himself in it. A chilly sensation ran up his spine and he blamed it on the winter snow that was transforming Kanai into a white wonderland. The beauty did not matter to him; it was cold, and it reminded him of his collapse a few years back. It was true that many winters had passed since that crippling incident, but his body had never allowed him to forget the pain, cringing as the frosty air settled on his skin uncomfortably.
At last, the iciness became unbearable and he sat up, trembling as a breeze rushed through the open window. He suddenly wished that he had used the thicker and warmer blanket, instead of this light-weighted summer bedspread. Rummaging through stacks of books on his bedside table, Yukimura pulled out a remote and turned on the electric heater.
When the room was finally at a bearable temperature, Yukimura slid off the bed and began sorting through a pile of clothes on the newly-carpeted floor. Wrinkles creased his tennis uniform - a consequence of his careless placement of the clothing from the previous night. Rubbing his fingers against a new bruise mark on his neck, he dressed in his undergarments, shielding himself from the cool air. Just as he was about to take out his spare uniform, a soft tinkle disturbed the silence of the room. Yukimura walked over to the bedside table, and after moving a pile of tennis magazines away, he found the alarm clock and switched it off.
The blankets ruffled slightly as a figure rose from it. Yukimura turned towards the bed and smiled. The clothes in his hand dropped to the floor as he sat on the bed, leaning against the warm body that emerged from underneath the soft blanket. Yukimura traced his finger over the distinctive abdominal muscles and kissed the boy's earlobe softly. He whispered 'good morning' affectionately before repositioning his lips, placing them on top of the other boy's. The pliant lips parted slightly, expectantly, as Yukimura slipped his tongue past them.
Suddenly, as if stuck by a lightning bolt, Yukimura's partner pulled back. "What time is it?" He asked, his voice on the edge of anxiousness.
"6:30," Yukimura muttered distractedly, leaning in to close the distance, "it's Saturday, we still have another hour until training."
But a strong pair of hands pushed him away firmly - but gently - and refused Yukimura's advance. Yukimura pursed his lips and stood up, picking up his uniform and straightening the newly formed creases. "You're too worried," he scoffed, "Sanada."
The older boy got off the bed and pulled out a towel from his tennis bag. "What are you doing?" Yukimura asked as he buttoned his shirt.
"I'm going to take a shower," Sanada wrapped a bathrobe, which was hanging from the typist's chair, around his bare body and unlocked the door. Yukimura threw him a questioning glance and Sanada answered, "I'm sticky all over." The door clicked close and Yukimura smiled as he remembered the previous night. At the beginning, Yukimura had allowed Sanada to take the lead, but missing out on the fun part had been too much to bear; Yukimura had snatched the power from Sanada, keeping it in firm grip for the rest of the night until they both collapsed, falling asleep almost simultaneously.
Yukimura could hear water gushing out of the shower as he folded his blankets and found them stained. He was dismayed that he had to wash them again - he was bound to be questioned by his observant sister - but as he listened to the droplets of water hitting the bathroom tiles in a harsh cacophony, he felt a little glad that his body wasn't covered in stickiness. Yukimura reviewed the training regimen for the day while waiting for Sanada to finish his shower, and wondered if his fukubuchou would be able to keep up with the extra hard exercises today. After all, Yukimura thought, grinning masochistically to himself, there was a limit to even Sanada's strength, especially when his hips hurt so much that he could not even walk to the bathroom without limping.
Domination - as usual - was the wise step, Yukimura reflected as Sanada re-entered, water droplets gleaming on his naked chest. Yukimura licked his lips lightly, wishing that training was already over.
The morning that followed the chilly dawn was uncharacteristically warm. After a few quick warm-up laps, Yukimura shed his jersey and gathered all the club members around. Today was the scheduled date for the monthly ranking tournament and as usual, the air was pumped with adrenaline, enthusiasm and anxiety.
When the orange sun slowly disappeared behind the blanket of colourful clouds, Yukimura announced the team that would play in the inter-school tournament. Coincidently, the team had the same line-up as three years ago, once again with Yukimura and Sanada leading as buchou and fukubuchou. Marui praised his luck - and skills - for his re-entry into the team; he had been replaced by a different person at the beginning of the year. Marui had blamed his declination of skills on the distraction created by his adolescent brothers, but since his defeat in the first ranking tournament, he had increased his training regimen dramatically. All of the regulars knew about this and was somewhat glad that Marui was wearing the yellow jersey again.
"Shall we go celebrate?" Kirihara said with a wide grin, ecstatic that Marui-senpai was back on the team. "Let's have sushi."
And so it was decided that the regulars would dine at the new sushi place. As they ate, however, the excitement was abruptly brought to a halt by a sudden question from Yanagi. "Seiichi, what's that mark on your neck?" An alarmed look widened Yukimura's eyes and instinctively, he covered the small bruise with his hand. He waved his hand in the air carelessly and explained it as a consequence of bumping into a shelf carelessly.
Yanagi nodded, unconvinced, but nevertheless, dropped the pursuit and turned to Sanada. "Genichirou, is your hip all right? Your agility dropped by 49 percent this morning."
"It's nothing." Sanada denied quickly and glanced at Yukimura. His captain was distracted by one of Niou's jokes and seemed to have missed Yanagi's comment. Yanagi nodded, and chewed on a piece of salmon sushi. Sanada reminded himself - and later Yukimura when they were alone - that they had to be careful of the observant data master.
Or else, it would only be a matter of time before their relationship was out in the open.
The change room stank of sweat, and the moisture from the showers only made it worse. The excessive deodorant in the air was useless, mixing with the reeking stench, and gave most of the regulars headaches. They all dressed quickly, exiting the room as quickly as possible to escape the horrible smell. Yukimura came out of the shower cubicle after everyone left, except for Sanada who had the responsibility to lock up the change room.
"It's unusually disgusting in here," Yukimura commented lightly as he stepped out with a towel barely hanging from his waist.
"That's because you made us run an abnormal amount of laps," Sanada replied, sitting on the bench and waiting for Yukimura to finish.
"I thought you liked laps."
"I don't mind them."
Yukimura took off his towel and hung it on a hook. Sluggishly - and in an inappropriate seductive way - he pulled on a clean shirt, leaving the lower parts of his body still naked. Sanada knew perfectly what his buchou wanted but nevertheless looked away, because even though there was no one, it was inappropriate to perform such an act at school.
But Yukimura's actions were increasingly salacious. Sanada closed his eyes as Yukimura closed the distance between them. But his eyes jerked open when he felt a heavy weight on his lap. Yukimura was sitting on him, arms circling around his neck affectionately. Although Sanada had always enjoyed bathing in Yukimura's beauty, delighting in the pleasure it brought him, the fact that they were on school grounds disturbed him unsettlingly.
"Don't..." Sanada protested softly, but Yukimura slipped his tongue skilfully into Sanada's mouth, swallowing his words. This devil-may-care attitude was somewhat annoying at times, but Yukimura's calculated movements would always achieve its designated goal. His slender fingers toyed with Sanada's semi-wet hair while their tongues entwined lustfully.
Yukimura rested himself on Sanada's laps with his legs spread, dangling beside Sanada's legs. Through the thin layer of material, Sanada could feel Yukimura's exposed skin rubbing against his inner thighs. He tore his mouth away from Yukimura's and bit his lips firmly in an attempt to tranquilize his urge. But the attempt was futile as always. Within a few moments, Yukimura's desire was fulfilled; he laid face-down on the bench, his lips curling in a smile desirously.
Yukimura arched his back, his heart throbbing with thrill. At the same moment, the doorknob turned.
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