His finger didn't even land on the doorbell when the wooden door snapped open, revealing a Syusuke Fuji who was wearing the cliché smile he has always been famous for.

"Get in." the tensai ushered, much to Sanada's inconvenience. For some reasons, he regretted ever coming to Fuji's place. Perhaps he should just have waited for Yukimura to give him a call. Fuji's place sounded so…silent for his liking.

"Are you alone?" Sanada asked pretending to be occupied by examining the whole place with his curious stares. Fuji's place looked so simple and ordinary for a devious resident as the tensai.

"Uhuh.."

"…"

Sanada pretended to be oblivious of Fuji's stares directly thrown at him. He should have just waited. The way it looked now, his escape wouldn't be that easy. Not when he could feel how 'those' eyes laid fixed on every movement he made. And especially not when those glinting pair of blue eyes is matched with its owner's devious smile.

He didn't like this.

"Did Yukimura say what time he's coming?" Sanada asked, attempting to divert Fuji's attention away from him.

"Nope."

"Where is he then?"

"..Didn't say.."

Sanada nodded. His mind was busy making an excuse about how to take his leave without being impolite and offensive.

"Actually….I think I'll just wait for him to call me…Thanks ..Fuji.." he said.

Sanada went for the door, hoping that he could get out without any fuss. But as expected, that wouldn't be so easy.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Fuji.

"Leaving."

"I never gave you permission to do so."

"I don't see the point why you should."

Fuji frowned. "Give it up Sanada. You're not leaving."

Sanada gave the genius and incredulous look as if what he said was so out of the blue.

"I'm alone. I need some company." Fuji pressed.

"That's none of my business."

"Of course it's yours." Fuji countered.

"Fuji I-"

The tennis genius sighed before yanking Sanada closer, clinging his arms on the taller guy's neck. He smiled in victory at Sanada's flushed face.

"You're blushing." he commented.

"I'm not. And please get your hands off me."

Fuji's smile widened. It's not all the time that you see a certain Sanada Genichiro so flushed by a simple intimate contact, which is even far away from his definition of 'intimate'.

"Didn't you hear me? .Company …..and you're going to do that for me."

"But-"

"No buts! You're going up with me. NOW."

"I will not."

"Yes you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"I'm – "

Fuji got totally pissed off. If he can't get Sanada to do what he want in a simple pleading gesture, then he's left with no other choice than to get things his own way. And that includes kissing the living daylights out of his prey.

Sanada gasped when he felt Fuji's strong and dominating lips on his own. Of course he protested. But it just wasn't enough to make the tensai back off. He was rather welcomed by Fuji's soft tongue caressing the insides of his mouth. It felt…weird…and….maybe something more….

Fuji moaned in between kisses. Sanada tastes good.

'Damn you, Yukimura…' he thought. A pang of jealousy silently crept on his consciousness upon realizing how lucky his mighty rival could be on having such a breathtaking Sanada to abuse.

The tensai slightly pulled away and smiled.

"You should at least return the favor, Sanada…you're being unfair…" he commented.

Sanada remained still as his eyes unconsciously found Fuji's slightly swollen lips fascinating. The capped teen mentally punched himself. He's really ruined. His stupidity was of his own doing, and everything that's going on now could be attributed to his lack of willpower to hold his ground. His focus is utterly no match against Fuji's will to do what he want, and he couldn't help but feel humiliated like he never did before.

He gripped Fuji's wrist and force the tensai to let go.

"Don't do this." he muttered.

Fuji smirked.

"Coz you might lose control and ravage me on bed? Honestly Sanada, I don't care. You're just making things difficult."

"I am what? You're the one who's forcing me to…" Sanada trailed off as he realized what he was just about to say. Fuji was annoyingly persistent, but he still got a lot of respect for the tennis genius.

He instead averted his gaze on the opposite side.

"I'm done here." he said in finality. Fuji might be a genius, but he is still Genichiro Sanada; Rikkaidai Fuzoku's emperor and Yukimura's vice-captain, and he's not willing to throw the authority he has, just because of his stupid, irrational, hormones.

Great.

So now, Sanada's also not giving him what he want? Really great.

If nothing's working, then he have no other choice.

Fuji grabbed Sanada's wrist with all the strength he got, making it painful even for the stone-hard Rikkaidai captain, and slammed him down on the nearest sofa. Fuji wouldn't really go into great lengths such as doing this, but it can't be helped. Sanada happened to be an idiot.

He went closer, kneeled down, and unzipped Sanada's trousers.

"You're not yet done here, Genichiro…."

Before Sanada had the time to react, Fuji had already lowered down his head and grabbed the taller guy's manhood, eventually bringing it in to his mouth.

That, literally, ended Sanada's ability to speak.

Fuji licked the tip of Sanada's cock, all the while earning a soft moan from his prey who was no longer showing any signs of resistance, or perhaps had lost the ability to resist along the way.

Fuji loved this. The sound of Sanada's whimper and groans made him so turned on that he was so sure he's ready to take the other guy at any moment. He busied himself by sucking on the vice-captains cock, and he very soon learned that Sanada could be so responsive if provided with the right amount of pressure.

"My, my ...you should have told me you'd love this, Sanada….." Fuji commented, wiping off small amount of precum on his mouth.

"Fuji….." Sanada said in a whisper, eyes closed and fists tightly clenched on his sides. Judging from the frown and the sweat that was slowly creeping off Sanada's forehead, Fuji was sure the taller guy has been trying hard to hold back his own voice…because for all he knew, Sanada could go on calling his name in wanton passion if he ever dared to utter more words than what's necessary.

"Yes?"

"S-stop…teasing…." Sanada manage to say as he slowly opened his eyes and fixed them on the tensai who was still in front of him, giving out 'that' same demonic innocent smile.

Sanada wanted to vanish now. To die if possible. He didn't know how's he going to face Yukimura with this. Right. Death could set him free from this.

But no….

Not unless Fuji finishes him off. He would lie if he'd say that he was not affected at all. In fact it was the exact opposite. He was so damned turn on with just a simple lick of his cock from the infamous tennis prodigy. It's embarrassing but he wanted more. Harder. Faster. He wanted to feel the heat of Fuji's mouth on his…Oh god…..what was he thinking?

"Do you want me to suck you harder, Genichiro?" Fuji teased, knowing exactly the unspoken truth behind Sanada's flushed face.

"Fuji…" Sanada warned, trying to hold on to the last ounce of rationality left on him.

"Hmm…?"

Sanada swear he could die after this. He'll ask Yukimura to do the honor of murdering him in front of the whole team, of the whole Rikkaidai studentry if that's what his captain wills. Or perhaps he'll ask Yanagi for a torture strategy he's going to use for himself. Anything is acceptable to him. What he's doing is unforgivable, unbearable, and utterly disgusting. Name all of the negatives and curses, and this is what's going on now. He deserves to die. Really.

"Suck me…..hard." Sanada commanded, closing his eyes and bracing for the coming pleasure and regret that was about to come.

With a victorious smile, Fuji went ahead, and did just what he was expected to do.

Yumiko rubbed her eyes and frowned upon realizing that she had fallen asleep. Her series of sleepless nights due to overtime work has now finally settled in. She sighed and went for the bathroom when he heard some unfamiliar sounds coming from the living room.

She frowned even more. 'Downstairs?'

Even if she's inside her room, it's so hard not to hear the whimpers and moans from somebody downstairs who seemed to be….

Wait.

She went out of her room and slowly marched down to the living room. What she saw made her jaw dropped and her blood running cold from shock and silent rage.

Few steps away from her was her brother, Syusuke, kneeling down in front of a familiar man, whom she recognized as Sanada Genichiro, and sucking his…..no.,

Hell.

Yumiko's eyes widened upon noticing Syusuke's sideway glance at her, which obviously says how aware he was of her presence, and how it didn't affect him at all.

Yumiko clinched her fists and fought the urge to simply pull her brother away and slap him on the face. At other occasion, she would have found the scene amusing and erotic, but never with her brother doing that to a man he barely knew.

She turned around and silently went back to her room. Syusuke Fuji has a lot of explanation to do later.

Author's Note:

What have I done...*stares blankly on space*

Did I just...NO!

(...strangely, I enjoyed doing it...although it's a bit... how should I say...complicated...)

Forgive me! This is the first time I've ever tried writing something like this...uhmm...I don't know.. I think I should've considered something more.

Anyway, that's how Chapter 7's crafted..

Thanks for the read!

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