Notes: This is my first fanfic about SenRu! Sexy, hot, funny, and sweet. Secretly Rivalry is a game changer in sexy sports romance. -All About Romance!
I hope you'll like the story of mine. Left the reviews if you kinda like it. It really meant a lot to me :)
P/s: There's no more high school story ya :D in this story, our SenRu is an adult. Basketball Japan star player! I try to combine Slam Dunk story to my story. I do not own SD cast. I just borrowed them for my story! oh yeah. Enjoyed. Chu!
SUMMARY.
Pro basketball star Kaede Rukawa isn't just crazy talented, he's got a spotless reputation. Basketball is his life. Now that he's captain of the Shohoku, he won't let anything jeopardize that, especially the sexy men whose hard body keeps him awake at night.
Ryonan captain Akira Sendoh is everything Rukawa's not. The so-called genius, he's as cooled as he is talented. No one can beat him- except Rukawa. They've made a career on their legendary rivalry, but when the ball come off, the heat between them is undeniable. When Akira Sendoh realize he wants more than a few secret hookups, he knows he must walk away. The risk is too great.
As their attraction intensifies, they struggle to keep their relationship out of the public eye. If the truth comes out, it could ruin them both. But when their need for each other rivals their ambition on the hoop, secrecy is no longer an option...
PROLOGUE.
October 2016- Kanagawa, Shohoku.
Kaede Rukawa was as close to losing it as he ever allowed himself to get.
He'd endured two periods and twelve minutes of one of the most frustrating basketball games he'd ever played. It should have been a glorious win at home for his Shohoku team against their archrivals, the Ryonan teams. Instead it had been a grueling humiliation, and the score stood at 71-61 for Ryonan, with less than eight minutes left on the clock. Rukawa had had no less than five beautiful scoring chances. He'd taken shots that should never have missed. But they had. And the Ryonan had capitalized on the Shohoku mistakes.
One man had capitalized more than anyone. The most hated man in Shohoku: Akira Sendoh. The near century-old rivalry between the Shohoku and Ryonan JBL teams had, over the past six seasons, become personified by Rukawa and Sendoh. Their intense animosity was clear even to the fans in the farthest, cheapest seats.
Rukawa bent at the face-off circle now, facing Sendoh as the referee prepared to tossed the ball after the spikes men second goal of the game.
"Having a good night?" Sendoh asked cheerfully. His dark blue eyes sparkled the way they always did when he was talking shit.
"Fuck you," Rukawa growled.
"Still time for a hat trick, I think," Sendoh mused. "Should I do it now, or wait until last minute? More exciting that way, yes?"
Rukawa gritted his teeth around his own mouth guard and didn't answer.
"Shut up, Sendoh," the referee said. "Last warning."
Sendoh stopped talking, but he managed to find an even more effective way of getting under Rukawa's skin: he winked.
And then he won the face-off.
"Fuck!" Hanamichi Sakuragi, the power forward of Shohoku, hurled his jersey at the wall of their dressing room.
"That's enough, doaho," Rukawa said, but there was no real threat behind it. To make it clear that he was in no mood to fight, or even argue, with anyone, he slumped into his dressing room stall.
Rukawa point guard mate, Ryota Miyagi, sat on the bench next to him, as always. "You all right?" Miyagi asked quietly.
"Sure," Rukawa said flatly. He tipped his head back until it met the cool wall behind him and closed his eyes.
Using the word passionate to describe Shohoku basketball fans would be an understatement. Their court was one of the toughest places for visiting teams to play, because they faced not only one of the best teams in the league, but the loudest fans in the league as well. The fans also had no problem letting their own beloved team know exactly how dissapointed they were with them.
But when Shohoku fans were really devastated, like they had been tonight, they were almost silent. And that was Kaede Rukawa least favorite sound.
"You know what would be sweet?" Mitsui, the shooting guard ask. "You know that movie, The Purge? Where you get to, like, break whatever laws for one night with no consequences?"
"Sort of," Rukawa said.
"Man, if that was real, I would murder the fuck out of Sendoh."
Rukawa smirk. He couldn't disagree that bludgeoning that smiling doaho face would be at least a little satisfying.
Their coach entered the room and voiced his disappointment with remarkable calm. It was early in the season- this had been their first regular season matchup against Ryonan- and they had been playing well most games. This was a glitch. They would move on.
Then it was time to face the press. At that moment, Rukawa would have preferred to see a pack of starving wolves enter the room, but he knew there was no avoiding the reporters. They always wanted to talk to him, specifically, after every game, and especially after games where he faced Sendoh.
He pulled his sweat-soaked jersey off over his head so the NIKE- branded athletic undershirt would be seen on camera. Part of his endorsement contract.
A semicircle of cameras, lights, and microphones formed around him.
"Hey, there," Rukawa said tiredly.
They asked their boring questions, and Rukawa gave them boring answers. What could he even say? They'd lost. It was a basketball game, and one team lost, and that team was his team.
"Do you want to know what Sendoh just said about you?" one of the reporters asked gleefully.
"Something nice, I assume."
"He said he wished you'd been playing tonight."
The crowd of reporters was silent. Waiting.
Rukawa snorted and shook his head. "Well, we play in Ryonan in three weeks. You can let him know that I will definitely be at that game."
The reporters laughed, delighted that they had gotten their Rukawa vs Sendoh sound bite for the night.
An hour later- showered, changed and finally alone- Rukawa drove himself home. Not to his Shohoku penthouse, but to the one nobody knew about.
Rukawa only spent a few nights a year at the small condominium in the some place. It was where he went when he wanted to be sure of total privacy.
He parked in the tiny lot behind the three-story building, let himself in the back door, and quickly climbed the stairs to the top floor. He knew the other two floors were unoccupied because he owned those too. The bottom floor was rented to a high-end kitchenware boutique, which had closed for the night hours ago.
The condo on the third floor looked like what it was: a demo condo that had been decorated by a professional house stager. Technically, this was the condo that would be used to sell this one and the one below it. If Rukawa was ever interested in selling. Which, he told himself, he definitely would be doing. Soon.
He had been telling himself this for over three years.
He went to the stainless-steel fridge and took out one of the five bottles of beer- the only things in the pristine refrigerator. He twisted the cap off and sat himself on the black leather sofa in the living area.
He sat silence and tried to ignore the way his stomach churned on nights like this one. He drank his beer quickly, hoping the alcohol would help at least numb the dissapointed he felt in himself. The disgust at his own weakness. He needed to dull it because he knew he sure wouldn't be doing anything to fix this mess. He'd been trying for over six years.
The knock at the door came almost forty minutes later. It had been enough time that Rukawa had almost convinced himself to leave. To put an end to this foolishness. But, of course, he hadn't. And if the knock had come hours later, even, Rukawa would still have been on that sofa, waiting for it.
He opened the door. "What the fuck took you so long?" he asked, annoyed.
"We were celebrating. Big win tonight, you know?"
Rukawa stepped back to let the tall, smirking spike guy into the apartment.
"I got away as soon as I could," Sendoh said, his tone less teasing. "Didn't want to draw attention, right?"
"Sure."
And that was the last word Rukawa got out before Sendoh's mouth crashed into his.
Rukawa gripped his leather jacket with both hands and pulled him closer as he kissed Sendoh breathless. "How long do you have?" Rukawa asked quickly, when they had broken apart for air.
"Two hours, maybe?"
"Fuck." He kissed Sendoh again, rough and needy. God, he needed this. This horrible, fucked-up thing.
"You taste like beer," Sendoh said.
"You taste like that horrible gum you chew."
"Is so I don't smoke!"
"Shut up."
They grappled and maneuvered each other until they reached the bedroom, where Rukawa shoved Sendoh roughly against a wall and continued kissing him. He felt the familiar slide of his rival's tongue in his mouth, and slid his own tongue over teeth that had been fixed and replaced god knew how many times.
He wanted a lot tonight, but they didn't have time for a lot. Sendoh grabbed him and pushed him down on the bed; Rukawa watched the other man drop his jacket on the floor and pull his T-shirt off over his head. A gold chain hung crookedly around Sendoh's neck, the shiny crucifix resting on his left clavicle just above the famous (ridiculous) tattoo of a snarling grizzly bear on his chest. Rukawa would make fun of it later. Right now all he could do was watch Sendoh strip his clothes off, and belatedly realize that he should be doing the same.
They both took off everything, and Sendoh fell on top of Rukawa, kissing him and moving a hand down to grasp his already embarrassingly rigid cock. Rukawa arched up into his touch, making stupid, desperate noises.
"Don't worry, Rukawa," Sendoh said, his lips brushing Rukawa's ear, "I am going to fuck you like you want, yes?"
"Yes," Rukawa exhaled, a mixture of relief and humiliation sweeping through him.
Sendoh slid down his body, kissing, sucking, licking, until he reached Rukawa's cock. He didn't tease any further. He took him into his mouth, and Rukawa was grateful that they were alone in the building because his moan echoed throughout the sparsely decorated room.
He propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch. Part of him wanted to lie back and close his eyes and let himself believe that it was anyone othen than Akira Sendoh making him feel so good. But most of him wanted to see exactly who it was.
Sendoh was a stunning man. Black spiky-hair style, navy blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. His strong jaw and his smile was cheerful and lazy sometimes, and his skin was a lot more golden than it had any right to be.
Rukawa fucking hated him. But Sendoh was really good at sucking cock, and he was, for whatever reason, willing.
Rukawa hated this, but he had taken great pains to protect it, and he would continue doing so as long as Sendoh was willing. Their lives being what they were, this was not an easy thing to get. Maybe, when they had started seven years ago, they hadn't expected their lives, their famous rivalry, to get to the point it was at now. Maybe they should have stopped by now. But, despite the wrongness of it, this was comfortable. This was familiar. And it was as close to safe as either of them were going to get.
That's all it was.
Sendoh worked his talented mouth on Rukawa's cock, and Rukawa tossed the lube down the bed from the well-stocked nightstand. Sendoh took it without pausing what he was doing, and poured some on his fingers so he could get to work opening Rukawa up.
This was never Rukawa's favorite part because he felt so fucking vulnerable. He felt weak and ridiculous every time they were together like this, but he always felt it most acutely when Sendoh had his fingers inside him. As a result, the preparation usually took a while.
Sendoh, on the other hand, always seemed completely at ease. He was good at this, and he knew it. He slid his mouth off of Rukawa's cock with a parting lick to the head that sent a jolt straight through Rukawa's body, and said, "Relax, yeah? Is not much time, but enough."
Rukawa took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He hated that voice so much on the court, and in the interviews he saw on television where Sendoh mocked him in an obnoxious, teasing tone. But here, in this bed, Sendoh's tone was patient and gentle, his voice soft.
Rukawa relaxed as Sendoh opened him with strong fingers and pressed open-mouthed kisses on the insides of his thighs. When he was ready, Rukawa wordlessly handed Sendoh a condom before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. He couldn't look at Sendoh. Not tonight. Not after that humiliating loss.
Sendoh seemed to understand. He entered him carefully, not taking him roughly like he had many times in the past. This was slow and considerate. Rukawa felt big hands on his hips and waist, holding him steady as Sendoh pushed inside. He even felt Sendoh's thumbs brush gently over his lower back.
"There. This is what you wanted, yes?"
"Yes." Because it was. It was what he always wanted.
Sendoh started to move and Rukawa cried out. It never took long for him to just give in and start moaning and gasping and asking for more.
"Fuck, Rukawa. You love it."
Rukawa responded by turning, he was sure, beet red. But he couldn't deny it.
If Rukawa hadn't known the building was empty besides the two of them, he would have been worried about how loud he was being as Sendoh fucked him. But he felt safe here, so he let himself go. He cried out with every thrust and maybe said Sendoh's name a bunch of time.
Rukawa really hoped no one could hear them.
When Sendoh reached around to take Rukawa's cock in his slick hand, Rukawa became desperate for release and started bucking back against him. This was the point where he was always reminded why he couldn't give this up. It was so good.
"You gonna come for me, Rukawa?"
Rukawa was going to. And he did. He punched the mattress and swore loudly and coated Sendoh's fist with his release.
Sendoh picked up speed behind him, sending aftershocks rocketing through Rukawa's body with each thrust. Just as it was becoming too much for Rukawa, Sendoh stilled and cried out and pulsed inside him.
Afterwards, they lay on their backs next to each other, and Rukawa felt the familiar aftermath of guilt and shame creep in.
"Well, you won at something tonight," Sendoh mused.
"Fuck off." Rukawa lifted his arm to flip him off, but Sendoh grabbed his wrist and pulled him over so Rukawa was on top of his chest, looking down at him. Sendoh's playful smirk faded as he held Rukawa's gaze, and Rukawa felt suddenly breathless.
"Still have that stupid tattoo, I see," Rukawa said quickly, to distract himself from whatever the fuck was happening.
"Aw," Sendoh said, the obnoxious little grin returning to his face. "He missed you."
Rukawa snorted.
"He did," Sendoh insisted. "Give him a kiss."
Rukawa rolled his eyes, but he did dip his head to Sendoh's chest. Instead of pressing his lips to the tattoo, though, he trapped Sendoh's nipple lightly between his teeth and tugged.
"Fuck," Sendoh said, sucking air between his teeth.
As an apology, and also because Rukawa knew it would work him up even more, he brushed his tongue over the sensitive nipple. Sendoh put a hand in Rukawa's hair and guided their mouths back together. After a long, oddly tender kiss, Rukawa lifted his head and saw that Sendoh was, again, looking at him very seriously. He swallowed, but didn't say anything as Sendoh brushed fingers through his hair. He hoped the fear he felt wasn't showing on his face.
"You are very beautiful," Sendoh said suddenly. It was said very matter-of-factly.
Rukawa wasn't sure how to react. They didn't really say things to each other. Not like that.
"Hottest Man in JBL, according to Cosmopolitan," Rukawa joked. It was the only way he knew how to talk to Sendoh, besides yelling obscenities at him.
"They are idiots," Sendoh said, the spell broken. "They put me at number five. Five!"
"It does seem generous."
Sendoh rolled over, pinning Rukawa to the mattress. Rukawa looked up at him, smirking.
"I have to go," Sendoh said, and he sounded like he truly regretted it. "Shower first, but then I have to get back to the hotel."
"I know."
They showered together, and Rukawa dropped his knees because he couldn't let Sendoh go without tasting him. Sendoh murmured his approval as he loomed over Rukawa in the spacious rainfall shower. His strong hands cradled Rukawa's head and long fingers curled in his wet hair. Rukawa turned his eyes up and found Sendoh gazing down at him with that damn smiley looked. Rukawa immediately closed his eyes and felt his cheeks flush and, to his embarrassment his own cock get harder.
It was bad enough that he loved being fucked so much, that he loved having a dick in his mouth. But for it to have to be this son of a bitch, to the point that on the extremely rare occasion when it wasn't, Rukawa was left wanting...
So maybe it wasn't just that this was convenient. But that was something Rukawa didn't want to think about.
He brought Sendoh right to the brink and then pulled off, catching the man's release on his chin and lips and probably on his neck. The evidence was quickly washed away, down the drain, and Rukawa fell back to a sitting position against the shower wall. He scrubbed his hands over his face and pulled his knees in. He heard Sendoh panting.
"Shit," Sendoh said, still standing with his head leaning back against the tile opposite where Rukawa was sitting. "You been practicing that, Rukawa?"
"No," Rukawa grumbled.
"No? You been saving it for me?"
Rukawa didn't reply, which was as good as confirmation.
Sendoh laughed. "You need to get laid, Rukawa. Waiting for a quick fuck every couple of months is not healthy."
"I'm not wanting," Rukawa said. It wasn't quiet a lie. He obviously wasn't one hundred percent straight, but having sex with women didn't repulse him. It just didn't do it for him like men did.
One man in particular.
But women were safe and easy and everywhere. And maybe if he kept trying he might find one he'd like to spend more than a single night with. Someone who could finally put an end to...whatever this was.
Sendoh turned off the water and reached a hand out. Rukawa huffed, then took it, letting Sendoh pull him to his feet. They stood, chest to chest, and Rukawa watched the water that dripped from Sendoh's hair onto his shoulder and down toward his navel.
Sendoh rested a hand on Rukawa's face and tipped his head up. He looked at him fondly, with a little smile on his lips, and then he kissed him.
"I have ruined you," Sendoh said when they broke apart. "No one else will do."
"Fuck off."
"Such a mouth on you."
"Don't say it."
"I preferred it when it was on me."
"Dammit, Sendoh." Rukawa pushed the other man back against the shower wall and kissed him aggressively. It was always like this. Shoving and cursing each other and battling for control until one or both of them gave in and allowed themselves the release they both craved.
"I do have to go," Sendoh said, but even as he said it he was scraping his teeth along Rukawa's jaw.
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"Why? I don't care. I think we're done here anyway, aren't we?"
Sendoh stopped kissing him and looked at him, considering. "I suppose we are."
They left the shower and got dressed quickly. Rukawa stripped the comforter from the bed and loaded it into the washing machine. He would make sure the place was left as spotless as he had found it.
"Three weeks, then," Sendoh said as he stood at the door, ready to leave.
"Sure."
Sendoh nodded, and Rukawa thought that was going to be it, but then the other man grinned and said, "Was it me tonight?"
"Was what you?"
"Distracting you. On the hoop tonight."
It took Rukawa a moment to realize what he was suggesting.
"Fuck. You."
Sendoh's smile spread.
"Couldn't play at all, thinking about my dick, right?"
"Goodnight, Sendoh."
Sendoh blew him a kiss on his way out the door, leaving Rukawa furious and strangely relieved. It was good to be reminded of the fact that they didn't actually like each other.
Rukawa pulled another beer out of the fridge and sat on the sofa to wait for the comforter to be clean. It was late and he was exhausted, but he wouldn't sleep here. He should really talk to a realtor about selling this building.
He would sell the building, and he would stay in his goddamn hotel room when they played in Ryonan and not slip out into the night to Sendoh's penthouse. He would end this, and he would move on.
He realized, as he was making this plan, that he was brushing his fingertips over his lips. They still tingled from the memory of the other man's mouth pressed against them.
He knew making plans to end this was pointless. As long as this was being offered, Rukawa would never be able to say no.
TBC