Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis

Warning: Alpha Pair M-rated Yaoi ahead. Beware.


This chapter features Sanada's struggle when he comes to the troubling conclusion that he is bad at sex.


Although it had been slightly awkward and involved much fumbling at first, Sanada soon grew accustomed to his and Yukimura's evening bargain.

Sanada found himself constantly eager for those nights when he would get to hold and embrace Yukimura as much as he liked. The routine was always the same: they would meet up at the gymnasium close to Yukimura's house and playing a few games of tennis, then they would return to Yukimura's house and make love. It was overtaking all his thoughts. Images of Yukimura writhing under him were no longer fantasies. They were now raw fleshy memories.

The few days where the team practiced in the school gym were now dreaded as it meant Sanada would have nothing save for his hand to keep him company that night. Luckily, today was not one of those days.

Sanada climaxed with a breathy sigh, collapsing on the pillows. He held Yukimura close to his chest. He liked cuddling after sex, but they often did not have time as it was so late by the time they were done. But oh, if Sanada would be allowed the whole night, he would use every second to explore Yukimura's body. Every curve and every dip in his skin would be marked and kissed and worshiped.

Maybe someday the reality would be true.

"Done?" asked Yukimura.

Sanada nodded, burying his nose in Yukimura's dark blue curls. They were always so tired after the long tennis matches and then the sex served to exhaust them more, but Sanada wouldn't give it up for anything.

As if on cue, Yukimura grasped his own half-hard member and began stroking in earnest. Sanada held his hand out. "Do you want me to help?" he asked.

"No, I got it," said Yukimura. His right hand pumped vigorously, drawing the pleasure out of him. Sanada felt a bit letdown. He had hoped Yukimura enjoyed their nightly activities, but the proof was right there. Not only did it leave Yukimura feeling sore the next day, but Sanada was always the only one to orgasm. Yukimura always had to pleasure himself afterwards.

Sanada lowered his fingers and skimmed them over Yukimura's entrance. The hole was dark pink and wet, obviously used.

"Does it hurt when I'm inside you?" asked Sanada.

"Doesn't hurt as much as it used to," came Yukimura's strained answer. "But it doesn't really feel pleasurable... just feel wet and full." His words were cut off as Yukimura's hips pushed up and he cried out his release. White spurted on Yukimura's stomach, leaving him panting on the bed.

It was then that Sanada decided that he wanted to see Yukimura make that expression for him. He wanted to see Yukimura come undone because of his touches. He wanted to hear Yukimura scream his name in pleasure.

"I would like to pleasure you, too," said Sanada. "I don't want to be the only one enjoying this."

"Mm, that would be nice," said Yukimura with a long sigh. "Perhaps another time, Sanada. We are both tired at this point."

Yukimura cuddled closer and closed his eyes. Sanada showed a gentle smile, brushing Yukimura's cheek lovingly. He stayed like that for a few more minutes. When it felt like Yukimura had fallen asleep, Sanada got up and dressed himself. It took a lot of effort to get him out of the warm bed. The cool temperature was unforgiving, making his skin shiver in the cold air. As he was about to exit the bedroom, he heard shifting on Yukimura's bed.

Yukimura blinked sleepily at him. "No good night kiss?" he asked.

A tiny smile appeared on Sanada's face. He planted a small kiss on Yukimura's forehead, then on his lips. Yukimura sighed contently and then quickly fell back to sleep.


Sanada didn't know what possessed him to do this but he found no alternative. This was not something he could simply ask his parents for advice on or his friends for tips. That was why Sanada cautiously turned on his older brother's laptop early that morning.

He paused in front of the blank search engine. What was he supposed to type in? Sanada just really needed to know how he was supposed to make Yukimura feel good during sex. He was not experienced in this and wasn't quite sure how to proceed. Sure, he had heard things told under whispers and giggles around school – who didn't? – but executing them was something he had no clue about.

He awkwardly typed with his two index fingers "good sex between males".

After a few minutes of browsing the results, Sanada was quickly disgusted, white faced, wide-eyed and he was pretty sure a shady site had given the computer a virus. Some site had information on the basics regarding anal intercourse, which Sanada was more or less knowledgeable about. Another site was about positions, some which made Sanada blush and others that made him frown in confusion. The rest of the information he found made him either cringe or look away from the computer screen. By the end of it, Sanada was left wondering how anyone could think that shoving an entire fist inside someone else's behind would be considered pleasurable.

His effort was fruitless. He got off the internet before his parents woke up and decided to go meditate. He needed felt like he needed meditation after that unsettling web adventure.

Breakfast was short and uneventful. Even if Sanada had meditated the bad images away, his stomach was not hungry for any food. His mother snapped at him, telling him he had to eat so Sanada forced a few bites down his throat. His head was still reeling. His thoughts were filled with Yukimura but the arousal he usually felt was now replaced by anxiety. Sure, sleeping with Yukimura felt good but Sanada really wanted to honour his promise of making it feel good for Yukimura too.

Sanada sighed loudly and exited the kitchen.

In the living room, his older brother and grandfather were sitting down on the couch. His grandfather, Gen'emon, was using the laptop when he suddenly snorted and broke out laughing. Sanada's older brother looked at him curiously.

"What is it grandfather?" he asked.

Gen'emon chuckled some more. "Kid, you really should learn to delete your internet history if you are going to go searching for porn."

Sanada blanched on the spot.

His older brother looked taken aback and then turned to stare at the computer screen. His eyes went wide with shock. "W-Wha- it wasn't me, I swear!"

Slowly, Sanada shuffled away, muttering a silent apology to his brother for the misunderstanding.


Sanada had two days to prepare himself and think things through. Normally two days without the private practice had his level of sexual frustration skyrocketing, but Sanada was still feeling anxious. Perhaps he could make it pleasurable for Yukimura. Maybe if he was gentle and throughout then Yukimura would start to feel something. Maybe… maybe… His head was full of assumptions and possibilities. In the end, there was only one way to test it out.

They entered Yukimura's room quietly that evening for their usual routine. The tennis matches earlier had been intense to say the least.

Yukimura's eyes were dark as he turned to sensually strip himself of his shirt. Sanada swallowed thickly, finding his body heating up despite his nervousness.

"So, will you pleasure me today like you said?" asked Yukimura, smiling with amusement like he knew exactly what effect he had on Sanada. The rest of his clothes were shrugged off in a flash. He went to the bed, lying down naked and inviting.

Gulping, Sanada carefully approached the bed. His cock was hard and heavy but he forced himself to keep his needs in check. Tonight would be for Yukimura.

He joined Yukimura on the bed. Yukimura met him for a hungry kiss, all eager lips and heated tongues. Yukimura made a little noise in the back of his throat, a gasping moan that made Sanada's pants tighten even more.

"Turn around," whispered Sanada. Yukimura's eyes were blazing as he turned over, lying on his stomach. He heard the pop of the lube bottle cap opening and felt Sanada's warm calloused hands massaging his thighs apart. Yukimura sighed at the gentle touch.

Sanada was taking his time to be slow today and Yukimura found that it was a welcoming change despite the exhaustion he felt from the hard tennis matches. Sanada's hand slid from his thighs to his butt cheeks, moulding them, spreading them apart and back, repeating again and again. Yukimura didn't know if Sanada was being so slow on purpose or if he was unsure and stalling. Either way, Yukimura simply arched beautifully and sighed.

A finger slid down his crack teasingly, stopping at his entrance. Yukimura held his breath, expecting a breach through his tight ring of muscle. Instead, Sanada's finger slid over the puckered hole. He pressed but not enough to enter him, circling again and again, massaging the tense hole. It was almost maddening.

"Can I put it in?" asked Sanada.

"Ahh," moaned Yukimura. "Yes."

It was cute how Sanada never forgot to ask for permission before he entered Yukimura. The teasing finger finally slid inside without resistance.

"Okay?" Sanada asked, the same way he always did.

"Yes," said Yukimura. He had to bite his tongue in order not to remind Sanada that he was quite used to this and wouldn't break from rougher handling. The gentle frictionless slide of the finger massaged inside until a second digit joined it.

It continued, going on and on. The fingers stretched him, swirling and probing deeper and deeper until Yukimura began wondering how long Sanada was planning to do this for. When he craned his head back, all he could see was Sanada's face of deep concentration.

"Are you planning on entering me anytime soon?" asked Yukimura. "I don't think I can get any looser than I already am. Continue and I'll just feel sore."

Sanada's face fell. "You don't feel any pleasure? None at all?"

Oh, so this was what it was about. Yukimura looked apologetically back at Sanada. The vice-captain looked completely discouraged.

"Oh, Sanada, I'm happy just for the attention you give me," said Yukimura. He turned back around and cupped Sanada's cheek with his palm. "Don't go through so much trouble for me." He reached out with his other hand to Sanada's pants. He unzipped the material, pushing it down his hips and drawing his erection out. Sanada gasped and Yukimura swallowed the sound with a kiss. "Now come on, you've kept me waiting long enough and I can see how much you've been holding back."

Sanada nodded and positioned himself with the help of Yukimura. He slid in, gasping at how tight Yukimura still was despite the number of times they had done this. Sanada would never tire of this feeling, of the sensation of such warmth gripping him so tightly. Yukimura clamped down on him, hard, and Sanada gave him a minute to adjust. It was only once Yukimura nodded that Sanada began thrusting, slapping their thighs together.

"You know, if you wanted to know how to pleasure me, you could have just asked," said Yukimura. His voice cut off to lick his dry lips and pant at a particularly hard thrust. "I would have been glad to show you how."

"Show me…?" Sanada's glassy eyes looked at Yukimura.

The bluenette chuckled and reached out for Sanada's hand. He guided Sanada to take a hold of his member, smiling at the beet red flush that flew to Sanada's face.

"Here, move your hand," said Yukimura. Sanada gave a small squeeze and pumped up. Yukimura bucked and let out a keen groan. "Ah, yes that's it. Harder."

Sanada flushed at Yukimura's tone. It was difficult trying to keep pace while never ceasing his hand movements, but he managed it. Yukimura's breathy moans were just the encouragement he needed. Whenever the pleasure wrung him out and he began to loosen his grip, Yukimura would quickly voice his need and cry out when Sanada gripped him even tighter than before.

Yukimura laughed, breathless. "I should have gotten you to do this for me ages ago," he murmured. He threw his head back and let his hips move, slowly fucking Sanada's palm.

Sanada couldn't help the series of groans escaping him. It felt like Yukimura was squeezing him out, even more than usual. With every spasm of his hips, Yukimura would become blissfully tight around his cock. He rocked faster and this time Yukimura said nothing when Sanada's hand slackened.

"Are you close?" asked Yukimura. Sanada nodded, his sweaty forehead flush against Yukimura's equally slick shoulder. "Go on then."

Sanada shook and cried out as he emptied himself into his captain. He gripped Yukimura's hips painfully tight and then slumped forward, immediately exhausted. Yukimura smiled and let Sanada catch his breath… but he was not planning to let this end so easily today. His cock was still burning for Sanada's touch.

Yukimura turned to face Sanada. He kissed Sanada's mouth, sliding down to press more kisses along his neck. "You're not done yet, Sanada," whispered Yukimura. He pressed his dick against Sanada's thigh. "I thought you were going to make me feel good today."

Sanada reached for him but Yukimura shook his head, laying down out of his reach and smirking mischievously. "Oh, don't tell me you were about to use the same method again, Genichirou. You're more creative than that," teased Yukimura. His legs spread provocatively and Sanada had trouble thinking for a second.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Sanada.

"Instead of your hand, how about using your mouth?"

It took a few seconds of silence before Sanada realized what Yukimura was asking. He proceeded to flush bright red everywhere from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his ears.

"W-What?" Sanada squeaked out.

"Your mouth, Sanada, on my cock as soon as possible please," repeated Yukimura.

Sanada didn't understand how Yukimura could say such a thing without dying of embarrassment. Yukimura didn't even flinch at the words and Sanada didn't know whether to be impressed or mortified. He gulped, looking down at the dark red of Yukimura's member. Yukimura wanted him to… with his mouth… Sanada gulped, feeling like he couldn't get any redder. Sure, he had fantasized about this when he was alone at night, but it was a completely different thing for Yukimura to be lying back nonchalantly while asking for a blowjob.

Yukimura seemed to sense his hesitation. "You don't want to?" he asked.

"N-No, it's just… I-I don't really know how…" Sanada made undecipherable hand motions.

"Let me guide you then." Yukimura's fingers wove their way into Sanada's raven hair. This time those hands pushed his head down, intent on getting what they wanted. Sanada had no choice but to follow until his eyes were met with dark blue patches of pubic hair and his cheek brushed against the hard curve of Yukimura's dick.

"Open up," said Yukimura. Sanada had barely parted his lips when Yukimura pushed inside, moaning at the slick heat tightening around his most sensitive area. Sanada didn't have time to adjust himself to the new weight on his tongue before Yukimura pulled out and back in, clearly too impatient to wait any longer.

Sanada whimpered, his throat tightening and feeling like he was gagging. He tried slowing Yukimura down and holding his hips still but Yukimura growled warningly so Sanada retreated. Yukimura's mouth was curved up, his eyes feral. It was like an untamed beast had been unleashed inside him. His pace was relentless as he worked Sanada's mouth roughly, stretching Sanada's lips to their maximum and pulling sharply on his hair.

"Oh yes." Yukimura licked his lips. "Ahh, this is much better than your hand, Sanada." He pushed himself in deeper, until Sanada could feel it touching the back of his throat and he had to fight not to choke.

But despite his discomfort, Sanada felt exhilaration run through him each time Yukimura voiced his pleasure. After gathering his courage, Sanada ran his tongue up, playing with the underside of Yukimura's cock. He sucked in hard and Yukimura very nearly screamed for how delirious he was becoming.

"Oh Sanada, Sanada, yes yes perfect, Ohh, don't stop, Sanada don't stop-"

Sanada was prepared for the thick salty liquid that burst forth into his mouth the moment Yukimura's hips turned jerky and he swallowed everything. Yukimura's expression was one of utter bliss and Sanada decided that yes, he definitely wanted to pull that face from Yukimura again, many many times more.

He gave Yukimura some time to calm down. Sanada wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, feeling a tangy aftertaste lingering in his mouth. Sanada felt undeniably happy. He had worried for nothing. He had pleasured Yukimura and it hadn't even been that hard. Yukimura cuddled up close to him, burying his head in the crook of Sanada's head and tangling his limbs all around Sanada's body.

"Are you okay?" asked Sanada.

Yukimura laughed. "Better than okay. Never been better," he said, pressing an affectionate kiss to Sanada's throat. "It's nice to know that you have some skills in the bedroom."

Sanada let his hand roam down Yukimura's back, feeling the soft skin relax under his fingertips. Even if he knew he had to get up and leave soon, he still wanted to enjoy this tranquil and happy moment. Already he was looking forward to the next time.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow's matches, Sanada," whispered Yukimura, voicing what Sanada himself was thinking.

Sanada nodded. "Me too."


Author's Rant:

I got to finish this chapter early because some idiot pulled the fire alarm at my school and class got cancelled~

And that was your daily dose of Sanada's Bad!Sex Time. He's getting better though. Give him some time. D: