A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
Alpha Pair a.k.a. SanaYuki

Story: Milky Tea (Sequel to Sugary Coffee) - Chapter.13 (END)

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

Author's note: Finally. I can't believe I've finished this... during the months I've been writing this story, so many things have happened. The Yukimura vs Sanada match in SPoT and also, (in regards to tennis, of course) Federer's historic 15th Grand Slam win and becoming the no.1 tennis player again. I believe this is what Yukimura and Rikkai will do. But anyway, this is unrelated. Hope you enjoy this last chapter.

Please review and give me feedback for the last chapter!

13. Milky Tea

The rain had stopped...

Yukimura gazed at Sanada, waiting for a response. As moments of silence passed, a flame of frustration began rising in Yukimura's heart. Did Sanada even care that he had apologised?

Even though it was not – entirely – his fault, Yukimura had apologised. He did not apologise for his relationship with Koesaki (which was completely opposite to what Sanada and the rest of Japan had assumed), but rather, he had apologised for his absence. However, from what Yukimura could tell, Sanada did not care about the apology at all. Does he want me to apologise for something I did not do? A flicker of anger rose as Yukimura considered the possibility.

"Do you even care?" Yukimura finally asked bitterly. "Do you want me to apologise for my relationship with Koesaki? What do you want me to do?"

"I didn't want an apology," Sanada replied calmly, looking into Yukimura's eyes. "Koesaki doesn't concern me anymore."

Hurt suddenly replaced anger. "But... why aren't you angry? Weren't you even a little jealous?" Yukimura turned away, gritting his teeth to prevent tears from falling. He would rather have Sanada screaming at him, accusing him of being unfaithful and selfish, than to look at him with those dispassionate eyes. "Can't you just be... angry?" Yukimura muttered to himself, his words choking up in tears.

Sanada walked to Yukimura and lifted his chin. Their eyes met.

"I was angry and I was jealous," Sanada said softly. "You have no idea how much you hurt me by not telling me."

"Then why didn't you say anything?" Yukimura looked at Sanada, a tear drop sliding down his cheek slowly.

Tenderly, Sanada wiped the tear away. "You were never there."

An immense guilt crushed Yukimura immediately. Tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably as he buried his face in his hands. "I... I just... I'm so sorry..." At that moment, Yukimura wished he had never become an idol. He wished he was just an ordinary university student, writing essays instead of recording albums and listening to lectures instead of giving press conferences.

A warm hand pried Yukimura's hands from his face. "It doesn't matter anymore," Sanada said, holding Yukimura's hand in his, "I just wished you shared your troubles with me."

"I will next time. I promise."

Sanada nodded. "Let's go home then," he said gently.

Yukimura looked at Sanada in surprise, in disbelief of what he had just heard. "Baka," Sanada scolded lightly, his lips curling in a soft smile, "we're going to catch a cold soon."

The apartment was not dirty, but it was messy to say the least. Yukimura frowned at the plates stacked in the sink, the books scattered on the dining table and the clothes that lay on the floor in piles. The result of Sanada's negligence to house-keeping pained Yukimura, as he knew how out of character this was for Sanada. The usually impeccable apartment was almost beyond recognition when Yukimura first stepped into the room.

Sanada cleared some space on the couch and made Yukimura sit, throwing him a blanket that was lying on a chair. "I'll get you something warm," Sanada said and walked into the kitchen. Yukimura looked around, finding comfort in being surrounded by such familiarity. This was home.

The two teddy bears he and Sanada exchanged on their birthdays sat beside him. Yukimura picked them up, a longing smile lighting his tear-stained face. The white one that held a heart with "Be mine?" written on it was his; and the other, the honey-coloured one with the heart that had "I'm yours" written on it was Sanada's. Yukimura held the two teddy bears close to his chest and gave them each a kiss.

"Yukimura," Sanada called out softly as he handed Yukimura a cup of warm water. Yukimura put the bears down and took the cup from Sanada, taking a small sip.

Sanada sat down on the couch opposite him. "Are..." He began to speak, but hesitation stopped his words before he could finish his sentence.

Yukimura looked up and was surprised by the blush on Sanada's cheeks. "Is something wrong?" Yukimura asked in concern. It was unlike Sanada to stop mid-sentence, let alone being red-faced.

Sanada took a deep breath. Then, he looked at Yukimura in the end and asked, "Are you going to move back?"

"I... I can?" Yukimura's eyes widened in pleasant surprise; he never thought Sanada would want to live with him again after he left.

Sanada nodded and looked away, the blush on his face reddening even more. "Yeah... it's lonely... and it's hard to clean the house and do all the groceries..."

Yukimura knew Sanada was just giving excuses (as Yukimura never helped out with the house anyway), but the intention behind those words warmed Yukimura's heart. "I agree," he said, unable to contain his delight, "you need someone to clean the apartment. It's so messy."

Sanada stood up and took a seat beside Yukimura. "It's not like you know how to," Sanada said, unable to suppress his grin as well.

The ice finally broke when Yukimura laughed out loud, whacking Sanada with a cushion. Sanada caught Yukimura's wrists and pinned him onto the couch. "I'm a fast learner," Yukimura smiled coyly, "I guess I can learn."

"I'm sure I can teach you," Sanada said, embracing Yukimura in an affectionately hug.

"Yes sir."

Sanada leaned down and pressed his lips against Yukimura's in a deep, longing and passionate kiss.

Yukimura never thought such happiness would still exist for him after he left Sanada behind. As he slid his hands beneath Sanada's shirt, he silently thanked his kouhai for all that he had given him. Thank you, Akaya.

Suddenly, Sanada broke off and sat up.

Yukimura was thrown into a state of confusion. Did he annoy Sanada again? Yukimura wondered, a little embarrassed by his presumption that Sanada had forgiven him entirely. "I---" he began to apologise, but Sanada turned to him and placed a finger on his lips.

"You have to be punished," Sanada whispered into Yukimura's ear.

Yukimura's eyes sprung wide open.

"No sex for two weeks," Sanada said and smirked.

"EH?!" Yukimura pushed Sanada away and pouted. "What kind of punishment is that?!" Sanada did not reply, still smirking at Yukimura's dismay. Yukimura looked at Sanada and sighed. "Well, I guess I deserved it."

Seeing Yukimura's sullen expression, Sanada's heart thumped against his chest. He had a sudden urge to kiss those protruding lips and he had no intention to keep himself away from that pleasure simply for the sake of punishing Yukimura.

He stood up and scooped Yukimura into his arms, carrying him bridal-style into the bedroom. "I was just joking," he said and laughed. Yukimura could not help but reflect Sanada's warm smile with his own. He wrapped his arms around Sanada's neck and his heart fluttered as he leaned his head against Sanada's chest, his thoughts filled with nothing but love for the man who was holding him.

This is where I want to be...

Sanada walked into the bedroom and placed Yukimura onto the bed gently. He climbed onto the bed as well, and with a small chuckle, he rolled on top of Yukimura. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes," he muttered and began unbuttoning Yukimura's shirt.

As Yukimura reached for Sanada's belt, he looked into the dark, brown eyes and said quietly, "Genichirou, I love you."

Sanada encircled his arms around Yukimura's waist, pulling their hips together. "I love you too," he replied and kissed Yukimura deeply. "I will never let you go again."

Yukimura was awakened by the warm afternoon sun. He rubbed his eyes and remembered where he was when he saw the azure ceiling. The blue made him feel nostalgic and he much preferred it to the blinding white of his Azabu apartment. With a content sigh, he turned to the man beside him.

Sanada was still sleeping, exhausted from the drama last night. Yukimura gazed at him and kissed him on the cheek, his heart overflowing with love. "Seiichi..." Awakened by the butterfly kiss, Sanada opened his eyes slightly, mumbling Yukimura's name.

"Uh-huh." Yukimura wrapped his arms around Sanada's waist and snuggled closer. "What is it?" He pressed his cheek against Sanada's warm chest and listened to the steady heartbeats.

"I called your manager after you fell asleep. I told him that you're not going to quit anymore." Sanada closed his eyes again and gently ran his hand through Yukimura's hair.

"Thank you," Yukimura took Sanada's hand and kissed it lightly.

They stayed in bed for a while longer, enjoying each other's quiet company. Finally, Sanada sat up and slid off the bed. "Let's have a bath," he said, stretching.

Yukimura pulled the blankets over his head. "But I'm still tired," he whined.

Sanada pried the blankets off him. "You're sticky," he stated and walked into the bathroom. "I'll prepare the water."

"It's your fault that I'm sticky!" Yukimura called after Sanada and with a small smile, he reluctantly slid off the bed.

The water was lukewarm, a comfortable, relaxing temperature. Yukimura sat opposite Sanada in the bathtub, dunking his head into his water at random intervals. Sanada, as usual, placed a towel on his forehead and leaned back with his eyes closed.

"Ne," Yukimura spoke when the bathroom became foggy due to the heat, "how sick are you really?"

"My pneumonia? It's almost gone."

"Okay then," Yukimura said and fell silent again.

"Are you worried?"

Yukimura shook his head. "I was." Shuffling in the bathtub, he turned around so he could lean against Sanada. "We should get a bigger bathtub," he commented lightly, closing his eyes.

"Maybe," Sanada said, playing with a strand of Yukimura's hair.

Yukimura smiled and reached for Sanada's hand. He placed the hand on his cheek and kissed it gently. "Ne, Genichirou, let's go watch Wimbledon."

"Why?" Sanada asked, kissing the nape of Yukimura's neck.

"We should show our support for Akaya. After all, if it wasn't for him..."

"You're right. I'll buy the tickets now," Sanada nodded and climbed out of the bathtub. Yukimura chuckled at Sanada's never-procrastinate, ready-to-go attitude. You never change, do you?

He licked his lips as he watched Sanada dry himself with a large towel. "You're sexy," Yukimura purred with a mischievous grin.

"What?" Sanada turned around, asking Yukimura to repeat what he had said.

Yukimura simply smiled. It's your loss...

Yukimura lay on the couch, waiting for Sanada to finish booking the tickets. "I booked them," Sanada said as he came out of the study. "I'll make us some lunch," he added and walked into the kitchen. Yukimura gazed at his lover, a thousand emotions flooding his mind, indescribable by any word. He could not believe he was with Sanada once again.

It felt like a dream...

Smiling, he stood up and stepped into the kitchen. He stood behind Sanada and wrapped his arms around Sanada's waist, leaning his head against his bare back. Sanada could feel his own heart pulsing, his skin warm from Yukimura's touch. "I love you," Sanada said softly.

"I love you too." Yukimura replied tenderly, "Forever and ever."

He closed his eyes and listened to the quiet clinking of the dishes that Sanada were drying. He felt blissful to be able to live the way he did and to be able to be loved by someone like Sanada. He felt truly lucky to be surrounded by such happiness. At that moment, he realised that his love for Sanada would be unceasing, a perpetual feeling that would only grow as time went by. Silently, pledging his heart to Sanada, Yukimura made a promise to himself.

My love for you will be forever constant...

"Seiichi, coffee?"

But it is time for a change...

"No, tea's fine."

Owari.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all for your support.