DISCLAIMER: My greatest apologies for the mistake. I should have done this from the start.
PRINCE OF TENNIS IS TAKESHI KONOMI'S. THE PLOT IS MINE.
WARNING: Sexual content with utmost reservations in adherence to fanfiction rules.
CHAPTER 4:
Sanada hanged his coat at the rack at the corner of his office. It has been a long day. After a five-hour meeting with the Department of Defense which eventually led to a boring dinner with his father, he thought going home wouldn't be the best idea.
One because the trip back home would require another hour and half and he's just too tired to do that. Two, because he has to be early tomorrow at work and he just badly wanted to sleep.
So yes, the best place to spend the night is in his office.
He sank down on his swivel chair and shut his eyes tight. More headache each day surely is doing its job in killing him slowly. He just hoped he'll be able to live another two decades or three before he rest in peace.
The idea itself is a bad enough.
He was slowly drifting off to sleep when the intercom sounded, announcing the arrival of whoever it was outside their headquarters. He frowned and stood up to check on the cubicles outside his private office.
The area was empty. Lights were off aside from the pantry which they had to turn the lights on for sleepover operation purposes. Whoever it was outside surely is in a very good timing. He sighed and went out.
"O-okay, fine I get it…just…just put that a-"
"Fuck off!" Fuji snapped, clutching Tezuka's collar tighter with his left hand while his right pushed the barrel of the gun he was holding deeper on Tezuka's temple.
"If you kill me you'll lose your job and you're not-"
" .Hell." Fuji said, dragging each word with dreadful emphasis. Tezuka was wise enough to realize that any of his attempts to speak would only get him killed in the long run. If he wants to get away, he needs to use a completely different approach.
Tezuka swallowed hard, faking a nervous look.
"I'm not saying sorry if that's what you want," he said.
Fuji's eyes narrowed.
"You couldn't blame me for doing that in the first place," he said. "You're too hard to deal with."
Tezuka let few seconds of silence pass. When Fuji withdrew the gun away from his head, he sighed. Fuji released his grip on Tezuka's collar.
"You're acting so cold, and that makes me uncomfortable." Tezuka said, looking away. "And your looks isn't helping so much," he added almost in a whisper.
"Are you done?"
Tezuka didn't respond.
Few seconds of silence before Fuji started the engine and drove away. The rest of the trip home was wrapped in awkward silence.
"H-hey….."
"Hey…"
Sanada stared, not knowing what to do next. In front of him was Seiichi Yukimura, pale as white and drenched, still on his tight fit corporate uniform – black suit, white skirt and red three-inch heels. Sanada noted the absence of a brief case.
"Uhm….I know it might be uncomfortable, but would you mind if I come in?" Yukimura asked hugging himself.
Sanada blinked several times snapping himself back to reality. He cleared his throat and ushered Yukimura in, wondering why on earth he had only noticed just now the heavy downpour outside. He must have been really tired.
He led Yukimura to a separate room just beside his office. Inside was a medium-sized bed covered in white mattress, a wooden cabinet on the right housing his clothes and suits he only use on times when he needs to sleep over.
He opened the cabinet and grabbed a white towel.
"Here. You can use the bathroom," Sanada said, handing Yukimura the towel and gesturing him to the adjacent door at the left side. "I have few clothes in the closet that you can use," he continued.
He noticed how Yukimura froze. He looked at him and cleared his throat. They both looked away.
"So what…..you knew all along." Yukimura said, slowly unbuttoning his suit.
Sanada glanced at him, enough to take a glimpse of the other's pale and flat chest. He blushed. "Well….your looks are perfectly deceiving. Let's just say I've had previous experiences on this kind of trick."
Yukimura looked at him. "Are you going to remove me on the case?"
Sanada frowned. He didn't expect the question. He thought Yukimura was more interested in defending himself now that his cover's blown.
"On what grounds?"
Yukimura shrugged. "On deception. Hiding my identity and stuff."
"I'm not a certified lawyer but I know as much that doesn't qualify for a reason to terminate your contract with Tezuka. Cross dressing is….weird. But it's not a crime."
Yukimura smiled at him. Sanada looked away. He hoped the other didn't notice the blush on his face.
"So.." Yukimura started, edging towards Sanada's direction as he went on with removing his clothes. Sanada refused to recognize the upfront seduction of the act. "About your experiences…mind to elaborate?"
Sanada shook his head. "Nothing worth mentioning. Those were just-"
"Sex?"
Sanada brought a hand at the back of his neck, slightly massaging it, a gesture he only does when he feels to uncomfortable of the situation. "I….well I did it twice. But you have to understand those were spur of the moment situations. Something which is so not like me."
Sanada didn't know why he feels the need to explain himself. Sure Yukimura was attractive and he didn't want him to get the wrong idea about who he was. Still, the other guy was technically a complete stranger and sharing information just like his sex life was completely…..odd.
"Have you thought of doing it again?" Yukimura asked, eyeing Sanada in scrutiny.
Sanada frowned and fought Yukimura's scrutiny with a look in question. "No I…well…that's-"
Yukimura arched his brows as if admiring Sanada's reaction. "Alright I'll rephrase the question," he started, closing the gap between them and snaking his arms around Sanada's neck. "Will you do it again? With me?"
Sanada frowned in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something but ended up snickering. Yukimura Seiichi asking for sex? He didn't know what to say.
Yukimura tilted his head to the side - his arms still around Sanada's neck and his fingers, playing with the other's hair. "I'm waiting."
"I'm a police officer. You're a lawyer."
Yukimura pecked a kiss on his lips and smiled. "I'm aware of that commander."
"I hate messing up things."
"No commitments, just sex."
Sanada held his waist and pulled him closer. "I guess I can live with that," he said. He returned Yukimura's kiss hard and deep, before pushing him down on bed.
What remained of Yukimura's clothes were stripped off him and thrown somewhere on the floor. He couldn't help but smile.
'So the decent Sanada could also get wild,' he thought.
"So I would assume Tezuka's aware," Sanada said, removing his shirt off.
Yukimura, who lay naked on bed smiled lazily. "He is."
Sanada unbuckled his belt and get out of his pants. "Ever had sex with him?"
Yukimura raised a brow. "Why the sudden interest?"
"I'm not. Just asking."
Yukimura giggled. "I would love to. But he's a client, remember? So no I haven't." he said.
Actually, he was half lying. While he loves blowing Tezuka, they never did more than that. Yukimura would love to, but Tezuka doesn't. He decided not to ask why. He's fine with their arrangement after all.
"I think he wouldn't mind," Sanada said, climbing on bed and bringing a hand to caress Yukimura's leg.
"Maybe." Yukimura replied, grabbing Sanada's hand on his leg and bringing it on his cock. "Better."
Sanada blushed but nevertheless rubbed his hand against Yukimura's hardening manhood.
"So uh….how should we proceed?"
"Have it your way." Yukimura said.
Before Sanada could respond, he heard the slight rumble of his phone beneath his discarded clothes. He frowned at it.
"I'll take that."
Yukimura rolled his eyes. "Lie down."
Sanada quickly grabbed his phone before lying comfortably on bed. Yukimura climbed on top of him and bit his neck. He gave the other a warning look, which Yukimura dismissed with a smirk.
"This is Sanada," he said answering his phone.
He heard a sharp sigh from the other line, knowing immediately who the caller was.
"I'm in the middle of something Fuji." Sanada said while glaring at Yukimura who started to suck on his nipple.
"As always. I have to talk to you."
"Now?" Sanada asked, sounding a little bit too annoyed than how he wanted. He knew his tone didn't pass unnoticed.
"What exactly are you doing?"
Sanada bit his lower lip, holding off a moan that would have escaped from his lips. Yukimura's mouth on his chest, he can bear. But hardly if same mouth starts to edge lower ….and lower.
"Shit." he cursed.
Yukimura raised his head to look at Sanada's flushed face and smirked. The taller guy gave him a warning glares which he only responded by lowering his head again back to his business namely - sucking Sanada's cock.
"I'll let that pass." Fuji said from the other line. "Tell me where you are and I'll meet you there. This can't wait."
Sanada slightly propped himself up on bed, letting Yukimura continue on his business. "I can't. I'll see you tomorrow here in the office so reserve that later."
"Great. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Bye."
Then the line went dead.
Sanada pulled his phone away and sighed. "Crap."
"What?" Yukimura asked, licking the cum that trailed off his lips. Sanada followed the trail of his tongue with interest.
"Fuji's coming."
"Will that be a problem?"
"What are you talking about?" Sanada said with a frown. "Of course he can't see you here. More like, he can't see us."
Yukimura raised a brow. "Are you sure you want me to leave?"
Sanada looked at him before answering, "How about we do it hard and fast?"
Yukimura giggled, crawled closer to Sanada and kissed him.
"Make it rough."
END OF CH4
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
It has been a week I guess since my last update but I hope you guys are still around!
Anyway, thanks for the read and do leave your reviews. I love them.
(Super typhoon Yolanda, international name 'Haiyan' has struck my country, Philippines, specifically in Tacloban, Samar, Later and Northern Cebu last Nov. 8 and since then, a lot of help has been coming in from different countries. I do thank all of you for the help and prayers. God will return the favor a million times! )
Daghang Salamat and Mabuhay, Philippines!