The Bad Touch Chapter 10: Mistletoe Makes Neko Cry, a prince of tennis fanfic

The Bad Touch

By MasterAkira

Chapter 9

Warnings: Bitchy teenagers, language, yaoi, sex. What more could you ask for? Why am I still warning people? Probably should have noticed by now… Super heavy angst in this one, watch out, it causes gagging.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. This is fanfiction, and I only wish I was making a profit.

A Note: About Eiji's use of names: Eiji does not like to be called 'Kikumaru' but he does not feel comfortable calling others by their given names. That's why Fuji is Fujiko, Atobe Ato, and Sanada is Sana. Also, Atobe loves Eiji so much that he uses "I" instead of "ore-sama." Yeah, whatever, I like it that way; I know it doesn't make much sense.

Thank you to all who have already reviewed. Because you asked, I think we'll keep Sanada for a little longer. Please review! It really does make me write faster. Do people really listen to my rambles?

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Who said mistletoe was a bad idea? Even after Christmas had passed he kept it up for his winter bash. It had been very amusing to see Kabaji carry the comatose Jiroh under it only to watch the blonde shoot up and kiss the quiet tennis player. Atobe had laughed and the whole room clapped. It was nice to be around friends. Not that all of them got along. Speaking of, a certain redhead was approaching, heading for another drink. Atobe wasn't sure if he should move. It didn't seem like Eiji saw him. The next thing he knew the redhead was plastered to his chest and they were standing underneath a large sprig of mistletoe.

Big blue eyes looked up at him apprehensively, longingly, and he could no longer resist. Instantly he threw the glass that was in his hand (Kabaji was standing close enough to catch the fine Austrian stemware) and his arms wrapped around the lithe body, one closing over a tight ass, the other cupping the back of a thin neck. He crushed the open lips to his and drank in the moans that surfaced from within that sweet mouth. There was no question; this boy was his soul mate. Now, how did he get rid of the boy's boyfriend?

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"Sana!" Eiji collapsed back against the warm sheets in a daze. Sanada never ceased to pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams. He was almost as good as…No Eiji, don't think about him. He pushed those thoughts aside. He hissed as the raven haired teen pulled his spent cock out of him and lay next to the naked boy.

"Oh gods Eiji, gods." Sanada covered his eyes with an arm resting across his face, the other hand pulling the redhead closer to his body. They both struggled to get their heart rates under control. "Eiji, I got an invitation to Atobe's Winter Bash."

"I know. Fujiko and Tezuka-fukubuchou got one too." Eiji rolled onto his side so he could look at the ruggedly handsome face that had been hovering above him only moments before.

"I must go. Seiichi and Kirihara-kun are going, and I must represent Rikkai Dai." He did not want to go alone, but would Eiji be able to face the man who had broken his heart? The heart that was still so tender and raw.

"I'll go with you. I should." Eiji buried his face against the juncture of his boyfriend's neck and chest. He needed closure, as hard as that would be. Showing up with Sanada would show Atobe just how over the diva he was. Or at least pretended to be.

"Do not force yourself if it will make you unhappy." He felt his heart surge with pity.

Eiji managed to conjure up a smile. "All my friends will be there and some of them I haven't seen in ages. Nya, I think it could be fun." If he decided it would be, then

it would.

"We do not have to stay long."

"Nya, Sana, you're so nice!" Eiji sat up only to throw himself on his boyfriend, hugging him and rubbing their bare bodies together. He was so thoughtful!

Sanada groaned. "Eiji, stop or I will not be able to control myself." His large hands wrapped around slim hips, trying to still the squirming boy.

"No." The redhead grinned, purposely pressing their groins together. His pink tongue flicked out and licked up the long column of Sanada's neck. "Make me purr."

"You are a wicked little neko." The normally reserved teen let out a small smile and laugh, rolling over so Eiji was pinned beneath him. "I think you need to be punished."

"Yes please!" Eiji giggled as he was tickled, he always enjoyed Sanada's idea of 'punishment.'

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The large wooden doors were knocked on and a petit head poked into the large dining hall. It really was much too large for the six teens who insisted on eating in it. The one at the head of the table motioned her in. "Yes?"

"Atobe-bochan." She ducked into a low curtsy. He nodded. "Another r.s.v.p. came in. Sanada-san said he would be coming, with another guest." She tried to control the nervous waver in her voice.

"Yes, good. You may leave now." Atobe turned away from the maid, back to his dinner.

"How many are coming?" Jiroh was wide awake. He loved eating at the Atobe manor. The food looked so fancy. His family had a chef, but not like the French one that served his friend.

"Two from Seigaku, five from Rikkai Dai, three from St. Rudolph, one from Rokkuku, and of course, nine from Hyoutei. Twenty total." Oshitari pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Hn. Five from Rikkai Dai? Who did you invite Atobe? That's two more than we know." Shishido frowned, his lip curling into a snarl.

"Maybe they found dates. You know, some of us can find them." Gakuto stuck his tongue out at the blue-haired boy.

"Fuck you."

"Language, please. Really, Shishido, ore-sama expects better from you." Atobe sent his friend a look over the rim of his glass. "Ore-sama really wishes you would behave."

"He only behaves well when Ootori-kun is around to impress." Gakuto mumbled under his breath, looking away from the rest of his team. Jiroh laughed.

"Keigo, I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun! You always throw the best parties!" Jiroh bounced up and down in his seat, his eyes focused on their leaders face.

"Kabaji, pass ore-sama the salt." Atobe tried to ignore his friends.

"Usu." That killed any conversation that had been ongoing. Ore-sama was very pleased.

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"Crispy wafers."

"What?" Sanada was confused, his dark eyebrows rose as he looked at the boy next to him. "I do not understand."

Eiji laughed. "Nya, I just wanted to say 'crispy wafers.' It sounds funny. I don't think there'll be any at the party, they're not high class enough for Hyoutei." He felt a surge of repressed anger in his chest. 'Just like me. Not classy enough.'

"I like melon ones." Sanada played along. His little lover was very strange at times.

"What are you two going on about?" Kirihara sat across from the pair, in the middle seat of the back of the car. Yukimura sat next to him. The sickly boy was preoccupied watching the scenery pass by.

"Crispy wafers." The redhead smiled at the third year middle school student. He was much nicer than he let on.

"Gods…" He rolled his dark eyes, turning the poke his boyfriend. "Yuki-chan, Sanada and Eiji-kun are being strange again."

Laughter came from the other side of him. "You're weird too Kirihara-sempai." Huge black eyes sparkled with merriment. He was so happy to finally be around people who cared for him.

"Tai-kun, I'm so happy you transferred to Rikkai Dai. With Kirihara-kun, you've gotten so much better and you're happy now, nya!" Eiji grinned at the boy, and his new mentors. The new captain of Rikkai had seen Taichi practicing at Yamabuki and decided he would never get any better unless he moved to a stronger school. His sempais no longer around, Taichi started his second year of Middle School at a new school. He was already one of the team's regulars. Sanada and Yukimura would even come and play with him and Kirihara once a week.

"Me too. You are so much easier to handle with an outlet for all of your… constructive energy." Yukimura turned to the rest of the passengers. His younger lover spent so much time developing his team that most of his violent tendencies took a back seat. Except, of course, for the exciting ones. Yukimura did admit some of them could be rather 'fun.'

"Hmph." The third year pouted and sunk down in his seat. He didn't know why Yuki-chan was even forcing them to go to the stupid party.

"We're here!" Yukimura smiled sweetly at the manor they were quickly approaching. They stopped in front of the main doors and the driver came around to open the door for them. His dad had let him have the car for the night.

"It's so big desu!" Taichi's eyes impossibly widened at the sight. It was bigger than their school! He started bouncing in the seat, much to his captain's annoyance.

"It gets boring after a few times." Eiji's sunny disposition vanished, leaving him with a sobered, out-of-place expression. Sanada rested a warm hand on his thigh reassuringly.

"We do not have to go in."

"No, it'll be fine." "Yes, you do." Both Eiji and Yukimura responded to his comforting comment.

Both black-haired teens giggled. No one dared question the captain's orders. The blue-haired boy exited the car gracefully. "Come." Kirihara groaned, but followed. He loved that tone of voice, saying that phrase exactly.

"Wow, I feel so small desu." Taichi's voice was quiet as he craned his head up to get a better look at the mansion. It was so huge and splendid!

"Hoi, and even after you got so tall!" Eiji laughed as he nudged the younger boy with his shoulder. As long as he did not think about Him, everything would be fine.

"Welcome!" The door was opened and they were ushered in by pretty young maids, just inside Oshitari was waiting, a glass in one hand and a redhead hanging off his other.

"Yukimura-san, Sanada-san, Kirihara-kun, Taichi Dan-kun, and," he did not believe it, "Eiji-kun." His smile never wavered. "Welcome to Atobe's Winter Bash!"

"What are you doing here?" Gakuto sneered as the guests' coats were taken by silent staff. His gazed was pointedly on Eiji.

"Are you saying I am not allowed to bring my boyfriend?" Sanada's look was bone-chilling.

Gakuto raised his eyebrows and rushed off into an adjoining room. "This way to the party." Yuushi smirked and pointed to the hallway opposite the one his boyfriend had disappeared into. "Almost everyone is here already."

The group followed where he was pointing, passing around a bend in a hallway and through a set of tall open doors. They came out in the Grand Ballroom, boys they knew scattered among winter decorations in blue, white, and silver, a true Hyoutei winter-wonderland. Fuji waved from across the room, at near Atobe's throne, directly across from the large spread of food. The only thing missing was Atobe himself.

Eiji griped at Sanada's hand too hard, but he couldn't relax his fingers. "Please, can we go and see Fuji?" Eiji looked pleadingly at his boyfriend. He was trying to suppress his mounting panic. This was not a good idea.

"Hai, Eiji-kun. Let's go now." A reassuring thumb rubbed circles on the back of a small hand. "Seiichi, we are going to see Tezuka and Fuji-kun." His friend nodded and they started making their way across the room. All around them they could hear the whispers.

"Kikumaru Eiji and Sanada? What's Atobe going to say?"

"Does he just jump from bed to bed?"

"Bringing an ex as your date? I thought Sanada was smarter than that."

"Yukimura Seiichi came with them and he brought two dates!"

Eiji hated anyone who said girls were the worst gossips. Teenage male tennis players were just as bad. Finally they reached his best friend. "Fujiko." HE bit his lip, leaning against the brunette's shoulder. "I shouldn't have come."

"You came for me, no one else. We can leave now if you wish it." Sanada nodded at Tezuka.

"No. That's giving in." All three were shocked that Tezuka had said anything. "Eiji-kun, if you leave now Atobe has won. He still has power over you. Endure Eiji. Let him know that you are fine now. You have moved on." Sanada was sure that he had just heard more words from Tezuka in that instant than ever before.

"Hai buchou." Eiji smiled, his chest tightening. The only problem with that was that he was not over Atobe. He didn't think he would ever be.

"Smile Eiji. You are irresistible with a smile on your cute little lips." Fuji's eyes stayed closed but his smile was sincere.

"Thanks." Eiji smiled and closed his eyes, still leaning against the tensai. He gave Sanada's hand one quick squeeze before letting go. "Nya, why don't we get something to drink, I'm really thirsty now." He took a deep breath before standing up on his own. He was strong enough. He didn't care what mindless tennis brats said about him, he really did not care was Hyoutei thought. All he cared about was his friends and trying to give Sanada all his love. By the time he was stable again he had a glass of punch in his hands—spiked no doubt—and a hush had fallen over the room. Atobe had made his way in, greeting many of his friends before settling in his throne-like chair.

"Welcome friends. Seeing you all gathered here to partake in ore-sama's glory pleases ore-sama immensely. Enjoy yourselves and happy new year, from ore-sama to all of you!" His ego was bigger than the room and Fuji swore he could have choked on the smug that radiated from the player. When Atobe's eyes scanned the room and saw Eiji Fuji saw that little smirk falter for the tiniest moment. He stood up and made a beeline for the Seigaku players and Sanada. He arrived at the same time as Sanada's team members.

"Atobe, how nice to see you." Yukimura smiled, all actions of the past now water under the bridge, at least for now.

"Yukimura, ore-sama sees you brought Yamabuki's Taichi Dan with you. Is Rikkai Dai adopting lost players now?" Atobe smirked, his dark blue eyes skimming Taichi's thin frame.

"Iie, Atobe, I thought you knew. Dan-kun is now attending Rikkai Dai. He will be captain next year. He was a diamond in the rough when we found him. Now he is our star player. It was a really pity Sengoku never saw his potential. Now he is ours." A slim hand was placed on the youngest shoulder, and black eyes looked up adoringly at Yukimura.

"He's almost as strong as Sanada-sempai." Kirihara smirked. It was his intense training for the last few months they could thank.

"Kirihara-kun, you must tell ore-sama about it later."

"Hai Atobe-san, if you want." Kirihara was immensely pleased with himself.

"Atobe, I love your decorations. I would have thought so much silver would have been tacky, but you seemed to have pulled it off." Fuji's smile was so poisonous Atobe had to stop from flinching at the coldness.

"Well Fuji-kun, some people can make anything work for them. Tacky is a mindset." Atobe did not feel like playing this game today, at least not with Eiji standing only feet away.

"Atobe-" Tezuka wasn't going to stand for Atobe attacking his boyfriend.

Sanada cleared his throat, diffusing the moment. "Eiji, koi, let's dance." Sanada pulled the redhead away, excusing them from the group.

"Ah, Mitsu, I wanna dance too!" Fuji giggled, tugging on his boyfriend's sleeve. They left, along with Kirihara and Taichi, leaving Atobe and Kirihara.

"Leave them alone Keigo. They are both happy now." Yukimura coughed, smiling at Atobe when the heir moved to support him. "Bring a chair next to yours for me. I am feeling a bit tired." Atobe nodded and they moved back across the room. Inside, Seiichi was very pleased with himself. It worked every time.

Seated, Atobe focused on the petit captain. "Yukimura, why did they come?" His voice was tight, very controlled.

"To show you it is time to move on. Sanada finally has." He pushed his dark blue locks back from his eyes.

"There was nothing for him to get over. Ore-sama is over it as well." Atobe scowled. He did not like where this conversation was going.

"If you insist Atobe, but you certainly are not acting like the Atobe we all know." Saying 'and love' was a bit too much. "Sanada thought he was in love. Do not underestimate that."

"Hn, ore-sama thinks he was taking idolizing a bit too far." Sure, Atobe liked Sanada enough as a friend, but the man's obsession with his best friend and captain was a bit much.

Yukimura giggled. "Kiri-kun just loves Eiji. He's freed up so much time for us by occupying Geniichi. I'll say I don't mind it too much either. He's very…sweet." Yukimura looked at Atobe from under his long lashes.

"Ore-sama knows that." Teeth clenched, the words barely got out. "Ore-sama will speak to you more later. It is rude for a host to only speak with one guest." He stood up, gave a shallow bow to Yukimura before heading towards another group of friends. Fuming, he approached Shishido and the twins, all three turning to look at him, two of the gazes quite longing.

Ootori was the only one in the group facing them. "Atobe-sama! Everyone is having such a great time!"

Atobe threw his head back and let out a throaty laugh, smiling at the naïve boy. "Ore-sama will take your word for it Ootori-kun. It seems you and Shishido-kun are entertaining the lovely Kisarazu twins?" They blushed, his former lovers and the current Hyoutei middle school captain, and he laughed again. "Ore-sama never realized how many Ryous ore-sama has around him."

Shishido looked at his captain like he was an idiot. Kisarazu Ryou laughed, batting his lashes at the tall teen. It had been too long, both he and his brother had been waiting for months to be asked again to the Atobe mansion. A party was not what they wanted; they wanted something a bit more...intimate. "Hai, Atobe-san, it seems you do."

"Ryou, Atsushi, there are a few new things ore-sama could show you since you both came to visit." His leer was not unnoticed, and he left his team members with an arm around each beautiful bookend to relieve some sexual tension. They were just too good.

Sanada, across the room, watched Atobe with his toys, shaking his head in disgust. "Eiji-kun, enjoy seeing your friends. The night will be over soon." His voice was so deep and melodious Eiji couldn't resist.

"Nya, you're right Sana-kun, let's get another drink." He smiled, finally at ease and playfully swatted at his boyfriend. A drink would calm his nerves. It was just that Atobe had looked so good. He needed to move on, he knew that. Moving to Hyoutei would have never worked. Sanada brought him back a bright blue drink that he swigged down. He ignored the fact that the color reminded him sharply of Inui-juice.

"Eiji-kun, come dance with us desu!" Taichi had run up to him, Kirihara following with a grin.

"You too Sanada-sempai." The demon child petted his new kohai. Yukimura would join them eventually too.

"Fine." Sanada took back the empty cup from Eiji and put his own down as well. He liked it when Eiji danced. The gymnast was as sexy on the dance floor as he was in the bedroom.

"Nya, let's go!" Eiji took hold of the middle schoolers' hands and pulled them back to the dance floor. As they undulated with the rest of the mass Sanada came up behind him.

"You look so sexy Eiji-kun. All I want to do it take you somewhere private and bend you over and…" the deep whispers in his ear made shivers run down the length of Eiji's back. Sanada was being so dirty and in public too!

He had started to form a retort when Yukimura moved in front of them, leaving Eiji sandwiched between the two Rikkai players. "Eiji-kun, are you having fun now?" Eiji nodded, his eyes closed as he undulated to the music and rubbed against Sanada's and Yukimura's chests. He knew it was getting late, but he no longer cared. "Do you want to get another drink?" He shook his head. The warm, large hands on his hips pulled him closer. He probably should try and cool down for a few moments. His arms came to wrap around Yukimura's neck.

"Nya, I changed my mind. Hoi, I want to go get a drink." His pants were feeling too tight and he didn't want to make a scene. Sanada tried to follow the two lithe bodies but Kirihara stopped him.

"Sempai, stay with me and Tai-kun." His red eyes glowed as he and his protégé flanked the taller kendo student. He groaned when he saw their depraved smiles. He was done for.

Atobe strolled around his party, surveying the decorations. They were perfect. As always. He had gotten reacquainted with the twins in one of the bathrooms, and he was feeling muck better. "Atobe-san, did you catch Kabaji and Jiroh? Everyone was falling to the floor laughing." Oshitari had silently snuck up on his captain, an event all too common.

"Hai, ore-sama was very amused. Gakuto was wrong. Everyone is having a wonderful time, correct?" Atobe smiled, his best friend next to him was looking delicious. If he hadn't just had a wonderful time with Ryou and Atsushi he would have dragged Yuushi somewhere more private. Why was he so horny?

"Of course Keigo. No party you have ever held has been anything less than amazing." The tensai chuckled. "Gakuto is wrong most of the time, trust me." His smirk widened. "There is a commotion at the DJ it seems. I will go see what is happening." The blue haired boy left him, and Atobe continued on his quest for a drink. Even ore-sama got thirsty sometimes.

The kiss broke and Eiji stared up with glassy eyes. "I want you Eiji. I was wrong. I cannot survive without you near me. I love you." His voice low and throaty as Atobe whispered in the redhead's ear.

"Ato. Keigo. I-" he was caught. He loved Atobe, that kiss had only reminded him of how true that was. He wanted to be with Atobe, but he had worked so hard to get over him and he was so happy with Sanada! "I have Sanada. I-I-I, nya, Atobe, don't do this to me!" Tears clouded his eyes.

"Eiji, you don't love him." Blue-grey eyes flashed with anger. "You love me. You love ore-sama."

"Let me go!" Eiji struggled, trying to throw off the tight embrace he was caught in. Atobe held fast. "You're hurting me!" Those words gained his instant release. The last thing Atobe wanted was to hurt him. Free, he fell to the floor, sobbing. "Atobe, why now?! Why? Oh, gods, Atobe!" He refused to look up, pulling his knees closer to his chest. All eyes in the room were on them.

"Atobe, move the hell away from him." Sanada strode over to his boyfriend, picking up the crying mass. "I will crush you if you come near him again." Eyes narrowed in anger, he left the room and the party, Yukimura scrambling to follow, Kirihara and Taichi in his wake.

Yukimura turned before he left, calling out to their host. "Thank you Atobe. As always, entertaining until the end!" He left, the whole room bursting out in whispered shock.

Atobe struggled to stay on his feet. How could Eiji have said no? They were meant for each other and they both knew it. Kikumaru Eiji would be his again, no matter what it took.

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"You are mine." Sanada panted as he thrust his hips forward. "Mine. No matter how many flowers he sends." Eiji's face was stained with tear tracks once more. "Mine. Mine. Mine." Each word was punctuated by another hard thrust. "Say it. Mine."

"Yours, Sana! Yours!" Eiji scrunched his eyes closed, gripping the headboard above him. "Sanada!" Eiji came in a white arch, splattering over his stomach and face. Sanada continued to pound into him, growling as he finally came.

"Do not see him." Sanada was up almost instantly, going into his private bathroom to find something to wipe them down with. "Please Eiji." His actions cleaning Eiji up were much gentler than his earlier actions.

"Stop Sanada. I have to find a way to stop this." Eiji struggled to sit up, groaning as pain shot up his spine. Rough sex was fine, painful sex was not. "I have to, and you can't be the one to decide." He closed his eyes, wishing he felt well enough to stand. Instead, he turned away and willed himself to sleep. He knew he couldn't say no to Atobe for much longer, and he did not want to hurt Sanada.

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End Note: Gods, I hate angst. No, really, I do. I hate when PWP develops plot. Argh, this'll be over soon, I hope. The next chapter may take forever to get out, so please review! It's inspiring to hear from my readers. This chapter is for everyone who reviewed and told me how much they like SanaEiji. I like SanaEiji too, I just like AtoEiji better. I also like SanaAtoEiji and SanaOshitariAtoEijiKisarazuTwins. Anyways, thanks for reading! BTW, Bleach is so yaoitastic.