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

Story: Sugary Coffee - Chapter.4

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

Author's note: Hmm... I hope by now, you have realised the meaning of the titles of each chapter. The beverages mean SOMETHING!! I'm not sure if all of you will understand the meaning of shaken martini. Traditionally, martini is supposed to be stirred, not shaken. I'm sure that 007 fans will know this.
So yes, the title is SHAKEN martini.

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4. Shaken Martini

The sun shone brightly through the window, waking Yukimura. He was in an uncomfortable position, sandwiched between the wall and Sanada. Nevertheless, he smiled when he saw Sanada's sleeping face; it was uncharacteristic of Sanada to sleep past four in the morning. Yukimura wriggled under the covers and pressed his face against Sanada's warm, naked chest. Beside him, Sanada stirred a little and wrapped his arm around Yukimura's shoulder.

"Good morning," Yukimura said, giving Sanada a kiss on the cheek. He circled his arms around Sanada's waist as Sanada rolled on top of him.

"Mmm..." Sanada replied, still half asleep.

"You're so heavy!" Yukimura complained when Sanada relaxed, allowing his entire weight to transfer onto Yukimura. "Get off!"

"Mmm..." Sanada replied absent-mindedly, deaf in his half asleep state.

"Jeez, you're like a fat, lazy cow!" Yukimura said half-heartedly. Realising that he would receive no response from Sanada, Yukimura sighed and pushed Sanada off gently. Sanada slept on like a child, breathing deeply and slowly. Yukimura raised his hand to trace the soft curve of Sanada's lips. Containing his impulse to kiss them, he instead brushed the messy wisps of hair from Sanada's face, tucking the longer strands behind his ears. It was interesting to note the length of Sanada's hair, which was quite a bit longer than when it was in their high school days. Yukimura stared at Sanada's eyelashes and touched them with his fingertip. They quivered beneath his touch and Yukimura retracted his hand, leaning forward instead to kiss Sanada's eyelids. As he listened to Sanada's quiet breathing, he thought about how lucky he was to have Sanada by his side and his chest clutched tightly – although in a strangely pleasant way – as if he was overwhelmed by love and affection. Yukimura leaned forward to kiss Sanada, but irritatingly, the phone rang and disturbed the tranquillity suddenly.

Sanada's eyes sprung open and he sat up quickly, flinging the blanket off. He grabbed the phone on the bed side table and answered it. "Moshi moshi," he said, rubbing his eyes. Yukimura sat up and pressed his chest against Sanada's back, wrapping his arms around Sanada's shoulders. He nuzzled Sanada's neck as the phone conversation continued.

"Can you not do that for a while?" Sanada suddenly turned around, covering the receiver with his palm, "it's really distracting."

"Who is it, dear?" Yukimura asked, tightening his arms around Sanada.

"Atobe," Sanada replied. "Or did you want to talk to him instead?"

"No way," he scorned, "I'm not going to talk to that narcissist." He lay back onto the bed and buried himself under the blankets, ignoring the phone conversation. Sanada nodded and placed the receiver next to his ear again. After several minutes, he put the receiver down and pried the blankets off Yukimura. Sanada circled his arms around Yukimura's waist and pulled him up, placing a soft kiss on Yukimura's pouting lips.

"He's inviting us to a party," Sanada said, pulling Yukimura into a hug. "And I said yes."

"Why?" Yukimura frowned. "Parties were never your thing."

"Everyone's going to be there, including Akaya. Don't you want to see how he's going in the professional circuit?" Sanada said softly, revealing his care and sense of responsibility for his kouhai as he caressed Yukimura's silky hair.

"Obviously, but do I get to go?"

"Of course, he's inviting everyone," Sanada replied and pressed his lips against Yukimura's.

Atobe's magnificent palace was transformed into a disco club. Flashing red lights and green lights emitting from the rotating orbs hanging from the ceiling shone through the darkness. Music pumped through several enormous speakers, shaking the ground with the loud bass. Shanghai Honey by ORANGE RANGE was playing as Sanada and Yukimura entered the hall, both shocked and awed at the sight in front of them. Everyone was dancing to the music, their fists punching the air to the beat of the bass drum. It was hard to identify anyone due to the darkness and blinding disco lights. Their sense of hearing was lost to the electric guitars and both Sanada and Yukimura gave up talking after a while.

A pair of hands suddenly covered Yukimura's eyes and Yukimura, instinctively, grabbed Sanada's arm, causing Sanada to yelp in pain. "Buchou! Fukubuchou!" A sweaty Kirihara, who had obviously been dancing, released Yukimura and hugged him.

"I'm not your buchou anymore," Yukimura said - his voice surprisingly cutting through the booming music easily – and patted his kouhai on the shoulder.

"I'm too used to it," Kirihara beamed and shouted, "even in interviews, I'm still referring to you two as buchou and fukubuchou. You know, a lot of people are surprised when they realise that the tennis player Yukimura Seiichi is the model Yukimura Seiichi."

"Of course, even I'm surprised," Yukimura said.

"Fukubuchou!" Kirihara turned to Sanada and extended his arms. Sanada dodged the hug and just nodded his greetings. "You're still so boring!" Kirihara exclaimed cheekily as he poked his tongue out.

"Tarundoru. At least behave properly now that you're a professional," Sanada said but it was swallowed up by the electric guitar.

"How's tennis going?" Yukimura asked.

"Great," Kirihara shouted at the top of his lungs to overcome the music, "but I'll tell you more later when I can hear myself. I'll bring you to Marui-senpai and Yagyuu-senpai!" He dragged Yukimura through the crowd with Sanada following closely behind. The five of them talked – shouted - about their new life; Marui was now the owner of a candy shop while Yagyuu studied in Todai like Sanada. They were joined later by Niou and Yanagi, both looking exactly as they did since they last met a year ago at a reunion. Jackal's absence was explained by Marui as a trip to Brazil for a cousin's wedding.

The night passed by quickly and the hour hand edged closer and closer towards midnight. Ten minutes before the arrival of the New Year, Kirihara, Niou and Marui rushed off to get champagne for the regulars to celebrate. Yanagi and 

Yagyuu followed them, due to habits developed in junior high, and left Sanada and Yukimura alone. Yukimura turned to Sanada and said, "What's your wish for the new year?"

But Sanada had disappeared. There was no-one behind Yukimura, except for a mass of dark silhouettes, screaming and waiting for the New Year. By the time the regulars had returned with champagne, there were only five minutes left. Yukimura excused himself, handed Niou his beverage and rushed off to look for Sanada. He pushed though the crowd, hoping to find Sanada in time. His heart thumped against his ribcage as he quickened his pace.

Yukimura went through a door and into a corridor isolated from the party. He followed his instincts and continued along the hallway swiftly. Already, he could hear the countdown from 10.

9 seconds.

"Sanada," Yukimura looked around frantically, "where are you?" Truly, his heart ached to hold his lover's hand as they stepped into the New Year together.

8 seconds.

Somehow, Yukimura could feel Sanada's presence nearby. But where? He did not know. Yukimura sprinted up a marble staircase with golden handrails.

7 seconds.

He was now directly above the hall where the party was held. A mass of voices screamed the countdown in unison, almost shaking the air with the high decibel shouts.

6 seconds.

Grand double doors decorated with beautiful patterns stood in front of him. It was shut carelessly and a gap was between the two sides, drawing Yukimura's attention.

5 seconds.

He walked towards the door carefully, his pace slowing down. He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. His eyes adjusted to the dimness as he entered a large room.

4 seconds.

He backed out after brief consideration, not wanting to intrude the privacy of Atobe's house, but hearing indistinct voices, he stepped into the room again.

3 seconds.

A pair of French windows leading to a balcony appeared to Yukimura as his eyes accustomed to the darkness. Yukimura walked towards the balcony with careful steps.

2 seconds.

Two dark silhouettes stood side by side on the balcony, their faces hidden by shadows. But Yukimura had no difficulty identifying the two. He took a step closer to the two, wondering what they were doing here.

1 second.

Yukimura gasped as Atobe leaned forward, his lips pressing on Sanada's with a passionate kiss.

Happy New Year.

Fireworks lit up the bright sky loud music pumped along screams of joy as the hour hand struck twelve, marking the beginning of a New Year. Yukimura tore his eyes from the kissing lovers, running away as tears streamed down his cheeks.

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