Title: The Imperial Palace Chapter 3.
Setting: Strip Club AU.
Rating: Forever M.
Reason: I don't want to do my homework. !procrastination
Pairing: Alpha Pair everywhere. And some Atobe in there too.
Warnings: Uncreative content, possible OOC-ness, Fuji in a skirt for no reason, Sanada being obsessed, school uniforms, etc.
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns le all.
Yukimura… Yukimura… Seiichi.
"Ngh… Yukimura…" Sanada moaned, smothering his face against the pillow to keep his voice from rising. He chanted the name of the beautiful dancer he had met a few nights ago, whispering it over and over under his breath. Ever since that night, Yukimura constantly lingered in Sanada's mind, haunting his dreams, spreading warmth throughout his whole body at the mere thought of the gorgeous stripper.
Sanada squeezed his hand, smoothly running it from the base to the tip of his erection. His shirt was unbuttoned, hanging off his arms and displaying his abdomen. His pants were just low enough so he could palm his dick without obstacles. He kept his eyes trained on the door in case his roommate, Yanagi, would decide to walk in their shared bedroom, but his mind was elsewhere, imagining wavy blue hair and beautiful pink lips wrapping around his cock.
"Ah… ah…" Quick gasps escaped from Sanada's mouth. He let his finger scratch the tip, his other hand caressing the entire length, kneading it increasingly faster as he approached his peak.
He remembered to grab a tissue at the last second, pumping his cock a few more times before ejaculating into it, Yukimura's name a feverish whisper on his lips. He wiped himself clean, chucking the used tissue into the nearest wastebasket and checking the covers for any lasting evidence of his deed. When he found none, he buttoned up his shirt and pulled up his pants in a hurry.
But despite his actions, Sanada felt unsatisfied once again. He sighed, feeling that his hand was not a very good substitute for actual human contact. He knew the only way to cure this affliction would be to actually go back and visit Yukimura. Sanada's cheeks took on a pink tint at the thought, trying to imagine a scenario of himself going back to visit the sweet and beautiful Yukimura. The fictional sequence Sanada imagined somehow always ended in him making a total fool out of himself.
Really, Sanada should have just asked for Yukimura's phone number. That would have simplified everything and saved him the trouble of debating whether or not he wanted the traumatizing experience of stepping foot inside a strip club again.
Sanada looked at his reflection in the mirror behind the door, making sure his blush was gone. He cracked open the window and straightened out the covers on his mattress, always so paranoid that Yanagi would discover what he had been doing. When everything looked fine, Sanada left the bedroom. He walked out to the main room that was a combination of the kitchen and living room. Living in such a tight space was one of the downsides of living independantly in a small apartment while going to school. It wasn't all bad since Yanagi was a pretty decent roomate and they didn't have parents nagging at them to clean all the time… but the place certainly was cramped and allowed them for very little privacy.
"Hi." Sanada said as nonchalantly as possible. Yanagi looked up from the small dining table in the corner, having been in the middle of reading a huge physics textbook.
"I just saw you five minutes ago." stated Yanagi. "A greeting is hardly in order."
"Ah…" Sanada awkwardly sat down on the couch, facing away from Yanagi. He pretended to be extremely interested in the coffee stain on one of the pillows until he heard the shuffling of pages being turned, indicating that Yanagi was once again absorbed in his reading.
The coffee table in front of Sanada held a pair of pants on top of it, the very same ones he had borrowed from Yukimura. The pants had been washed and ironed, neatly folded and were now ready to be taken back to their proper owner. Sanada stared, his eyebrows furrowing together and feeling like the pants were mocking him.
Sanada knew he should go back and visit the Imperial Palace... especially after he had practically promised Yukimura that he would be coming back. But Sanada was completely uncertain. He had never dated someone before, let alone an alluring stripper who gave him head the first day they met. Even if his body longed to see the bluenette again, his mind was in a dilemma.
Besides, what would he say if he went back? He could easily give the excuse that he came back to return the pants… but then what? Should he thank Yukimura? Should he invite Yukimura out for dinner like any normal date or was that too rash? Sanada exhaled loudly, leaning his head down between his hands. He just didn't know. This was so not within his comfort zone. Maybe he should ask Niou for advice…
Sanada then mentally hit himself for even considering it. Someone as flamboyent as Niou was the last person he should ask help from.
"Tarundoru, Sanada Genichirou!" Sanada shouted at himself, tired of the constant worry plaguing his brain. "Don't be a coward! Go back to that club and ask him out on a date!" Pumped up, Sanada stood up, his head held high and fist clenched in a pose of determination.
A sigh could be heard from behind the capped man.
"Genichirou, please stop yelling at yourself and making strange poses." said Yanagi. "You are disrupting the neighbours again." Geez, this was the reason Yanagi didn't bring friends over often. Sanada could be so embarrassing sometimes.
Sanada coughed awkwardly and sat back down, pretending nothing had happened. He really should remember that he wasn't alone in the room before he began thinking about things involving Yukimura.
"Also, please go see Yukimura-kun." continued Yanagi. "I'm tired of hearing you masturbating every night and chanting his name under your breath." Really, Sanada was completely shameless. Didn't he know the walls were thin and that Yanagi was a light sleeper?
Sanada could feel his cheeks reddening at Yanagi's blunt statements.
"Ah… but… what should I say to him?" Sanada asked, attempting to divert the attention away from his chronic masturbation.
Yanagi sighed for the second time. "Do you want me to go with you and hold your hand? Honestly, Genichirou, you are a full grown adult. Go there, have a nice talk with Yukimura-kun and invite him out on a date. The worst he can say is no." said the data man. "I estimate that the odds are on your side with a 72% chance of Yukimura-kun agreeing to spending more time with you... that is unless you mess up by doing something completely idiotic, of course."
Sanada swallowed a lump in his throat. Yukimura could say no. He felt dread churning in his stomach. "But-"
"Genichirou, don't be a coward."
Right. Right! Sanada wasn't about to chicken out now. Sanada Genichirou was no wimp. Sanada stood back up, his fist once again clenching in fiery resolve. "I'm going!" he announced in a quick, rash decision. He rolled back his shoulders as if preparing for a battle. He then stomped forward, leaving the apartment like he was a samurai ready to conquer and destroy an army.
Yanagi had to wait 4 minutes and 10 seconds before a flustered Sanada ran back to the apartment and grabbed the borrowed pants that he had forgotten, stuffing them into a bag. Yanagi snorted and wished him good luck. Sanada lowered the rim of his black cap over his eyes, leaving without another word.
~o~o~o~
Sanada found his way back to the club easily enough. To him, it was quite the accomplishment to have made it that far without getting lost or turning back to the safety of his apartment.
The streets looked very different in the early evening than they had last time, during the night. The sun had only just set below the horizon of the buildings, basking all the surrounding night clubs in a dim orange glow.
There were not nearly as many people in the area as last time, probably because it wasn't yet the peaks hours to go out clubbing. Actually... Sanada couldn't hear any music from the area. A regular dance club on his right had its hours written on the front door, showing that it would only open its doors in over an hour. Sanada was suddenly filled with uncertainty. He only moved on, hoping The Imperial Palace opened earlier.
Sanada soon reached the familiar building, realizing now just how much bigger The Imperial Palace was compared to all the other places around it. He saw the purple sign above the entrance. It was not yet flashing. Already it was a clear indicator that the strip club was not yet open.
Nonetheless, Sanada hadn't gone all this way for nothing. He took faltering steps forward under the wide arch that led to the door. He opened the large door to go in, popping in his head and seeing nothing but darkness. The door may be unlocked, but there was still no music to be heard. That was a bad sign, thought Sanada. He nearly turned back, pausing and debating about whether he should go on in. Yukimura might not even be there for all he knew.
But then he heard voices from within and immediately decided to enter for the slim chance that one of the voices belonged to Yukimura. He let the door slide shut behind him. The area he walked in was nearly fully dark, but Sanada knew he was around the entrance, where there were washrooms and coat hangers for the customers. Further on was the enormous main room with the dance floor and bar where he had initially met Yukimura.
Sanada was about to head straight for the large main room when, suddenly, something was grabbing the back of his shirt, preventing him from advancing any further.
"Can I help you?" said a male voice from behind him. Sanada's head darted back to see a tall bald man, darker skinned and dressed all in black, holding Sanada's shirt in his grasp. "The club doesn't open for another hour, sir."
A security guard? Sanada didn't recall seeing such a person the first time came here. Then again, he had been pretty preoccupied to notice much last time.
"I just want to know if Yukimura-san is here." Sanada said, turning around to face the bald man, straightening up his shirt once it was out of the man's grip.
The security guard raised an eyebrow. "Yukimura-kun?" His tone was suspicious, watching Sanada's carefully.
"I have to give him something. I borrowed something from him last time so I thought I'd come return it now." explained Sanada, pointing to the paper bag in his hand, the one that held the borrowed sweatpants.
"I could give it to him for you." said the security guard.
Sanada bit the inside of his cheek. "Actually… I would rather give it myself." he said. Without the bag, he would have no good reason to have showed up. "If he's not here, I can come back later."
"Listen, buddy." The security guard straightened up, his eyes dark. He cracked his knuckles menacingly, causing Sanada to take a step back. "There are many guys like you out there who return night after night, thinking they have a special connection with one of the employees here. I see these little fantastical delusions all the time."
"That's not-" Sanada protested.
"Let me tell you this: dancing with you is their job. They are paid for it. Don't go getting your hopes up, thinking you are somehow special in their eyes and then get upset when they don't return your feelings. I've seen some get obsessive to the point of stalking or even attacking people. And when that happens," The security guard raised his fist, hitting the palm of his other hand with it. "they get taken care of by me personally, understand?"
Sanada frowned, stepping back up. "It's not like that. Yukimura-san doesn't… you can't go around making assumptions about people you don't know." argued Sanada. Yukimura did like him. This security guard knew nothing. Sanada wasn't some creepy stalker. There was no way Yukimura went around showing such affection to all his customers.
"How do you know?" said the security guard, challenging. "Do you think a few visits and dances with a dancer suddenly makes you special?" He poked Sanada in the chest. "I would suggest you leave now before I call the authorities."
"Ara, what's going on here, Jackal?"
The tension was crackling in the air, with the bald guard looking ready to push Sanada outside and the capped man ready to stand his guard, when a smaller figure emerged from behind Sanada.
Sanada's eyes widened, recognizing the small body from the other night. It was the dancer from the stage… Fuji, if he remembered correctly.
Fuji was smiling sweetly as if oblivious to the conflict. His honey brown hair was the same as Sanada remembered it, only this time his bangs were held to the side by colorful hair clips. And instead of the tight leather from the other time, Fuji was now wearing what appeared to be a high school uniform with dark pants, a white button-up shirt and a green tie, all perfectly smooth and polished as if he were the ideal student.
"I was just asking this one to leave." replied the security guard. "He seems to be another one who got his hopes up about Yukimura-kun."
Fuji's eyes were barely visible under his eyelids. "Oh, is that so? Yukimura, you say?" Fuji approached them, cocking his head to the side, looking at Sanada up and down. "Saa… aren't you…?" Fuji asked.
Fuji's grin widened. Ah, so this was Sanada-san, if he wasn't mistaken. Fuji hadn't fully been able to see the man's features in the dim backstage hallway last time, but he did recognize the cap and the tall figure certainly matched. This man was definitely the same person who had hugged Yukimura only a few days ago.
He wasn't bad looking, thought Fuji. A little scary with the scowling and cap casting a dark shadow over his eyes, but his broad shoulders and strong stance was very attractive.
Sanada blinked in surprise. "You know me?" he asked.
Fuji nodded, setting a hand on Sanada's arm. "Jackal, this person is Yukimura's ah… special guest." Special being codeword for 'the man Yukimura brought back to his room the other night'.
Both of Jackal's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "O-Oh… I see." he said. "My apologies, I had no idea."
"Now now, you were just doing your job." said Fuji. "No need to be sorry. You do an excellent job keeping us safe from the occasional creeps who come in here. But if you don't mind, I'll take it from here. Come, Sanada-san."
Sanada resisted the urge to smirk triumphantly in Jackal's direction when he and Fuji passed by him and into the large open section of the club.
The place looked so very different without the mass of dancing bodies and flashing lights. There were only a few people around; employees cleaning tables, dancers talking at the edge of the stage and the same bespectacled bartender from last time was behind the bar counter, wiping glasses.
"I'm glad you are here, Sanada-san." said Fuji, removing his hand from Sanada's arm. Sanada continued following the lithe brunette. "Yukimura didn't say anything but I can see that he was wondering when you would be coming back to see him. He'll be happy."
"A-Ah…" Sanada didn't know how Fuji knew who he was, but he was glad the dancer had shown up. Sanada had been a small step away from landing outside, mistaken for a stalker and getting into a fight with the security guard. "Thank you for helping me back there."
"It was nothing. Jackal is a good man who takes his job very seriously so it would be best not to patronize him too much." said Fuji.
"I can see that." Sanada grumbled. The capped man looked around the room, expecting to see familiar dark blue hair and the angelic smile of Yukimura running towards him. His effort was fruitless because Yukimura was nowhere within sight. The only people close by were a small group of dancers along the front of the stage, talking to each other. When Sanada passed by, they paused and then started to whisper among themselves, pointing in Sanada's direction. Sanada tried to ignore it. Instead, he noticed that each one of them was wearing a school uniform, some with open buttons that exposed their chests and others with loose ties.
"Hm… I think Yukimura is still backstage." said Fuji. "I'll go get him."
Before Sanada could protest or ask to come with him, the lissome stripper was already strutting off to the opposite end of the club, vanishing behind a door hidden by black curtains. Sanada felt awkward standing there alone, with the group of strippers still training their eyes on him. He didn't feel at ease in such a place. He shuffled his feet, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. This time, he had made sure to wear black pants. Just as a precaution of course.
He decided to sit down, choosing the bar as his first choice. He sat at the same place as the last time he came; on a stool along the right end of the bar, his elbows on the wooden mahogany of the counter. The barkeeper really was the same one as last time. Sanada wondered if the brown-haired employee recognized him.
Either way, the barkeeper moved towards him and asked in a monotone voice, "What can I get you?"
Sanada met the barkeeper's eyes, visible behind small frames. "Isn't the club opening later?" he asked, surprised the barkeeper had even asked.
The barkeeper nodded. "Customers are customers no matter what time of day." he said.
"Ah. No, I'm fine, thank you." said Sanada. "Just… waiting for someone."
The barkeeper said nothing more and returned to his menial task of wiping glasses clean with a dishcloth only to neatly order them along the shelves afterwards. Sanada craned his neck, looking around the wide room, trying to see if Fuji was returning, or better, if Yukimura was appearing anywhere.
"No, no, no, this is not at all acceptable!" came the loud voice of a man from the center of the room. It diverted Sanada's attention immediately. Sanada stared at the source of the loud voice, seeing a very important-looking man in a sleek and very expensive suit talking to one of the high school uniform-clad strippers.
"I specifically asked the pants to be made of velvet and the shirts to be more see-through." The important-looking man pointed at the clothes the erotic dancer was wearing. "And really, they send us cotton? You can hardly see any nipples through this shirt. It was supposed to be semi-translucent sheer fabric. This is completely unacceptable."
The stripper, a skinny redhead with V-shaped bangs, rolled his eyes. "Boss, it's no big deal. First of all, uniforms aren't usually made in velvet anyways. And second of all, the shirts will come off later anyways cause we are strippers in a strip club. If you want, we can just not wear the shirts and keep the tie on. That would save us the trouble of dressing and undressing." said the redhead.
The boss's eye twitched at the suggestion. "Mukahi, Ore-sama owns the most renowned and prestigious gay strip club in the city, if not the entire country, and here you are having the gall to suggest that I let you all prance around like some tacky Chip n' Dale dancers?" he demanded. "I won't have it."
Sanada snorted from where he sat. Really, who even called themselves 'ore-sama'? This guy was either a complete narcissist or an idiot. He watched as the red haired dancer, Mukahi, rolled his eyes in annoyance yet again, walking away from the boss, as he said "Whatever you want, Atobe."
The man in the expensive suit, Atobe, made his way in the direction of the bar, sitting only a few seats to Sanada's left. The moment the man sat down, the barkeeper had already poured a glass of wine and set it right in front of Atobe. Atobe took it wordlessly, gulping it down in only a few seconds.
"Honestly, what is so hard about simple velvet? I'm going to have a long talk with Mizuki about these recent bouts of atrocities he calls clothes." said Atobe. The barkeeper didn't reply, refilling the glass and looking like he was much too used to his boss's outbursts.
Standing close, Sanada could see that the man really did look rich and important, as if his arrogant attitude wasn't already a dead giveaway. Besides the suit, he sported a shining silver watch; a Rolex, Sanada realized. His shoes were a gleaming polished black. His hair was perfectly coiffed, a golden brown color. His entire aura reigned of superiority.
After draining his second glass, Atobe turned his head, his eyes finding Sanada as if just now realizing there was another person there.
"Tezuka, who is that man?" Atobe asked the barkeeper instead of directly referring to Sanada.
"A customer." the barkeeper, Tezuka, replied, not even looking up and speaking in a completely apathetic tone.
"Who let him in? Was it the baldy again?"
"I'm here waiting for someone." said Sanada, not liking how this diva was speaking about him as if he weren't even there. "I won't be a bother."
The boss raised one perfectly combed eyebrow, looking at Sanada up and down as if assessing whether he was worth his time.
"Nonetheless, I cannot have a customer roaming around before opening hours. It will disrupt the employees." said the boss.
"I'm not disrupting." Sanada frowned.
"He's not disrupting." Tezuka agreed.
"Even so, I cannot start having customers coming in before the opening time. What if everyone else started doing that, hm?" said Atobe.
Before Sanada could retort, a hand landed on his shoulder. Sanada immediately forgot what he had been about to say when he saw who the owner of the hand was.
"Atobe-san, is there a problem?" said Yukimura, smiling pleasantly and squeezing his hand on Sanada's shoulder. Sanada's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding loudly upon seeing the bluenette before him once again. Yukimura looked the same as before. No… he was even prettier than Sanada remembered. The only difference was the lack of leather pants, now replaced by the same school uniform Fuji had been wearing, as well as having that lovely navy hair tied up in a loose ponytail. Sanada had a feeling that Yukimura would look just as breathtaking no matter what he wore.
Fuji was behind him… and for some reason, he was now wearing a female school uniform, sporting a skirt instead of pants. Sanada didn't even want to ask the reason for the change of wardrobe... even if it did make Fuji's legs look nice.
Atobe flipped his hair back and promptly proceeded to answer. "The problem is the presence of this plebeian in my club when the place is not even open yet. Also, I have an enormous problem with the clothes that everyone is-"
"Sanada-san is my guest, Atobe-san." said Yukimura in a tone that left no room for disagreements. Atobe fell silent, narrowing his gaze. Sanada admired Yukimura for being able to speak to his boss in such a way. Sanada would probably snap in an instant if he had a boss like Atobe.
"And I think the uniforms are just lovely." added Yukimura. "What problem is it? Did Mizuki-san use regular silk instead of cashmere silk again? Or perhaps he made our tie in the wrong shade of celadon green?" With Atobe, there was always a problem with everything.
"Now that you mention it…" Atobe observed Yukimura's tie closely. "I recall requesting for a more laurel green-"
"Oh, I'm sure it's fine, Atobe-san." said Yukimura, interrupting the boss. "Now do spare my guest from your quipping. Your bantering is not very appealing."
Atobe's attention returned to Sanada. He observed Sanada closely, from his dirty sneakers to the top of his black cap. He pausing at Sanada's dark eyes. Atobe's lips lifted in amusement when he saw how downright stricken the capped man looked while starring directly at the blue haired stripper.
"Ahn… I see. Is that how it is then?" said Atobe, his fingers brushing his forehead, showing an insightful gaze. It seemed like the blundering clod they called Sanada was practically head over heels crazy about Yukimura. How cute, the oaf actually thought he stood a chance with Yukimura. Atobe nearly laughed right then and there.
"Yes, it is." Yukimura said simply. His palm moved down from Sanada's shoulder, gripping his arm and pulling Sanada out of his seat. "Come with me, Sanada-san, I have something to give you."
Sanada got the message and followed, leaving behind a smirking Atobe, the neutral faced barkeeper and a skirt-clad Fuji in a hurry, glad to be out of there.
Once again, the group of dancers on the stage stared at Sanada as he followed Yukimura across the large dance floor and to the door that would lead them backstage, the same one Sanada remembered from last time.
"Is it… alright if I go in with you?" Sanada asked. The backstage area was probably reserved for employees only. "If your boss is here, I don't want to cause you any trouble."
Yukimura waved him off. "Atobe-san won't be a problem." He held the door open for Sanada. "After you, Sanada-san."
The hallway was as dim and empty as Sanada remembered it. Being in the same place as last time with Yukimura made his heart race wildly. Soon enough, room 03 was before them and Yukimura was hushing him in. Sanada gripped the paper bag in his hand, glad he remembered to bring it along when Yukimura had abruptly taken him out of his seat back at the bar.
The room was the same messy disarray as he remembered, not having much room to manoeuvre around too much without bumping into a table or a dresser. Yukimura was silent, observing him out of the corner of his eye. Sanada swallowed nervously, willing himself to say something. He mentally boosted himself up and gathered the courage to say it.
"Y-You look very nice today, Yukimura-san." said Sanada. His voice sounded too loud in the quiet room and Sanada winced, hoping he didn't sound utterly stupid for saying such a thing.
Yukimura's eyes were twinkling, a small upturn of lips gracing his face at the comment. "Oh, aren't you the kind gentleman today?" he teased. "Thank you. I was beginning to wonder when you would be coming back. It's a relief you showed up. I was starting to doubt you would return." Yukimura frowned, silently demanding an explanation for the tardiness.
"I would never… I-I really wanted to come earlier but… I wasn't sure if…" Sanada looked down, scratching his head in embarrassment. "I-I guess I was feeling a little shy…" he stuttered out. "I haven't really done this before."
Yukimura's eyes were gentle, a smouldering blue that left Sanada feeling like he could drown in them. "Oh, you don't have to be shy, silly." he said.
"A-Ah… sorry. It won't happen again." said Sanada, encouraged by the positive responses and by the fact that Yukimura didn't look angry at his presence.
"Oh, that's right. I still have your pants around here somewhere." Yukimura said. The stripper turned around, opening the drawer of the dresser and rummaging within its contents. Clothes and bracelets and old wrappers and empty soda cans came out, rolling onto the floor. When Yukimura didn't find what he was looking for, he began searching around the small couch, moving a large pile of clothes, looking underneath the mattress and overturning pillows.
Sanada remained to the side, willing himself not to suggest that Yukimura should clean up the messy room to avoid losing things. Instead, he settled with observing the dancer, seeing how the back of his pale neck was now completely visible thanks to the ponytail that held that wavy hair up. Long bangs fell in cascades around his cheeks. Sanada was tempted to step forward, only a few steps, grab Yukimura and kiss him, tasting that smooth neck against his tongue and hearing him gasp.
Now that he thought of it, they hadn't kissed last time. There had been hugging and… much more, Sanada recalled with a blush, but they hadn't kissed. Sanada had never tasted those pink and soft-looking lips. Yukimura's mouth was suddenly looking far too inviting for its own good, a secret taste Sanada hadn't yet tried.
"Aha! Found it." Yukimura proudly announced, picking up the grey pants from under a pile of blankets. He dusted them off. They no longer had a large stain in the crotch area. "I had them washed and ironed but I guess they got a little dirty from the floor. Sorry about that."
Yukimura smiled and stood in front of Sanada, holding out the pants for him to take.
And then, suddenly, Sanada's hands reached out and grabbed Yukimura's cheeks, holding the dancer's face in his palms as he lowered his head to meet Yukimura's lips with his own.
Yukimura dropped the pants, his body freezing in shock when Sanada's face was suddenly right before him, a warm mouth pressing against his lips, moving with almost clumsy nips that had to come from Sanada's lack of experience. The rim of Sanada's black cap dug into Yukimura's forehead, strong hands keeping the stripper in place.
It was only when Yukimura began pushing weakly at Sanada's chest that the raven-haired man came to his senses and realized what he had done. He immediately released Yukimura, taking a step back and looking absolutely mortified.
"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to- I just… all of a sudden, I couldn't-" Sanada found he couldn't make an excuse for what he had done. Instead he bowed at a perfect 90 degree angle and gave his most sincere "I'm so sorry."
His reply came in the form of silence. Sanada didn't dare look up, his cheeks flaring bright red as he focused his eyes on the ground, seeing the wooden planks layered in crumbs and dust. He felt his cap slide off his head, landing on the floor with a loud thunk.
"My, I didn't know you were so bold, Sanada-san." said Yukimura, chuckling lightly.
Sanada hesitantly looked up, meeting Yukimura's dancing eyes.
"Not all surprises are bad ones." said Yukimura., smirking. "Besides, that's nothing compared to what I did to you last time, right?" His voice grew husky and his fingers brushed Sanada's neck, dipping under the collar.
And then the fingers were suddenly gone. Yukimura picked up the fallen pants and once again held them out to Sanada. "Your pants, Sanada-san."
Sanada straightened up, still feeling hotness on his face and hoping he wasn't really as red as how he felt. He took out the borrowed sweatpants from his paper bag and made an exchange with Yukimura.
"Thank you, Yukimura-san. I… for last time, when you helped me." said Sanada.
"Ah, it was nothing."
"Even so, I am in your debt."
"Hm, is that so?" Yukimura's smile grew mischievous. He threw the returned sweatpants right on top of a pile of clothes on the ground. The bluenette went to the couch, sitting down on the lumpy texture and regarding Sanada with an amused gaze. "Then are you going to give me back something of equal value to what I did?" he asked, teasing again.
Sanada felt his blush come back to full power. "T-That's-" His mind immediately thought back to the last time they were in this room, when Yukimura had gotten down on his knees and…
Sanada tried hiding his face under his cap before remembering that it had fallen to the ground. Is that what Yukimura wanted him to do? He wanted Sanada to suck him? The thought was so embarrassing yet… Sanada considered it for a moment. Would he really be opposed to it? Yukimura had done it and it felt really good. Surely it wasn't that hard, despite being a little intimidating.
Yukimura giggled from his seat, seeing all sorts of funny expressions crossing Sanada's face.
What he didn't expect was to see Sanada bite his lip before slowly making his way in Yukimura's direction, pushing a pile of towels further away to give him enough room to sink down on his knees, right in between Yukimura's legs.
"Sanada-san?" Yukimura's eyes widened at the pose, looking down to see Sanada's glassy eyes. Surely Sanada was not really going to…? "I was only joking, Sanada-san. You don't have to do this."
"No, I-I want to try. I mean, I think I can at least…" Sanada's sentence trailed off. His broad hands came up and settled themselves on Yukimura's waist.
Yukimura said nothing, his mouth gone dry. He sat down with his legs spread, waiting to see what Sanada would do. He could feel the taller man's hands unbuckling his belt, slowly. Sanada's hands were trembling as he lowered the material of the pants and underwear down inch by inch.
Before they could go down too far, Yukimura's hands reached out and held Sanada's hands steady. As arousing as the sight was, expecting an inexperienced Sanada to take such a huge leap when he was clearly uncomfortable with it was a different story entirely.
"You're shaking." whispered Yukimura.
"It's nothing."
Yukimura smiled down at him. "Nice try. I almost believed you for a second." His fingers plucked at Sanada's shoulder, patting the spot on the couch next to him with his other hand. "Come sit next to me."
"But…" Sanada appeared conflicted, his fingers clenching on Yukimura's pants.
"You'll have plenty of time for that at a later time, Sanada-san." Yukimura smoothed out the worry lines on Sanada's forehead. "Come here," he repeated. "We'll do something much more fun and enjoyable for the both of us."
Sanada didn't dwell on it for much longer, obeying Yukimura's soft-spoken words like a well-trained dog. He sat next to Yukimura on the couch, trying not to feel bad about having been too nervous to even manage to shove down Yukimura's pants properly. He wiped his sweaty palms on the couch, taking a deep breath to calm his thumping heartbeat.
The gulp of air proved to be useless when the next thing he knew, he found himself being pushed back, lying down so that his upper back met the armrest at the end of the sofa. Yukimura smiled devilishly down at him, easily undoing the button of Sanada's pants and unzipping them, easing both the pants and boxers down those muscular legs with a small mutter of "We can't have another pair getting dirty now, can we?"
Sanada said nothing, not sure if his voice was even working. He lifted his hips, letting Yukimura toss the garments off to the side.
"My, this hard already, Sanada-san?" said Yukimura, chuckling darkly. His palm slid up Sanada's inner thigh then went in to cup the hard heated flesh. "Looks like nervous was not the only thing you were feeling."
Sanada's nearly let a moan escape his throat. Yukimura's hand didn't linger, stopping abruptly. Yukimura sat back between Sanada's parted legs. Sanada stopped breathing when Yukimura finished the job of fully pulling down his own clothes, tossing the dark pants and belt off to the floor.
Sanada knew he was staring. He did a double-take… no, more like a quadruple-take, his eyes unable to tear away from staring at Yukimura in his half-naked glory. Yukimura was half hard as well, his cock glistening at the tip and coloured in a light pink shade that matched his flushed cheeks. Yukimura shifted forward.
"I'll get shy too if you stare at me like that, Sanada-san." said Yukimura. He lined up his body on top of Sanada's, letting their clothed chests touch and feeling the buttons on their shirt digging back into their skin. They both let out drawn-out groans when their heated members touched, sliding and rubbing together. This was just about the only position they could manage on such a small couch.
Yukimura buckled his hips, pushing forward. "I trust I don't have to tell you what to do, Sanada-san?" he breathed out next to Sanada's ear. The ear flushed a pretty red hue. Sanada guessed what Yukimura was getting at and he nodded.
Sanada reached between them and took both of their members in his grip. He began stroking, slowly and languidly as to not cause any discomfort. Yukimura purred, making delighted noises in the back of his throat. The bluenette stuck his tongue out and licked along Sanada's neck as the raven haired man continued his ministrations.
It wasn't too hard to figure out, thought Sanada. The only difference this had to masturbation was the fact that he now had two cocks in his hand instead of one. The anatomy was the same and Sanada made sure to touch Yukimura in all the same places he liked; caressing the underside, paying plenty of attention along the head and digging a finger into the slit.
"Ah! Sana- god, yes." Yukimura said hoarsely, his hot breath pouring over Sanada's neck. His hips began moving, grinding down against Sanada, seeking more from those strong calloused hands. Sanada repeated the motion, stroking his thumb along the sensitive head of Yukimura's cock and then dipping down for a pump.
Having Yukimura shaking in pleasure right above him was better than any previous fantasy. Sanada could see those glazed eyes and feel just how hard and wet Yukimura was becoming. The pre-come oozed out of both of them, mixing together and making a nice lubricant that allowed for stronger strokes, quickening the pace.
It didn't take long for Yukimura to notice that Sanada's attention was devoted only to Yukimura's pleasure, not his own. The bluenette then lowered his own hand, his fingers meeting Sanada's before he firmly took hold of Sanada's cock.
"I shouldn't be the only one having all the fun." said Yukimura, taking up Sanada's pace as they jerked each other off. While Sanada focused more on the tip, moving the foreskin up and down and gliding his fingers along the most sensitive parts of the glans, Yukimura ventured lower. The bluenette's slim hands roamed down to the base of Sanada's cock, earning himself a delicious moan from the taller man. Yukimura played with Sanada's balls, fondling their weight in his palms. Then Yukimura slid even further, touching the sensitive skin behind the balls.
Sanada jerked, his mouth open in a gasp. "A-Ah! Yuki… mura… ahh." He moaned again when Yukimura repeated the movement, his fingers making circular motions along skin Sanada never normally touched.
"Is it good, Sanada-san?" asked Yukimura. His other hand went back to the dripping length, massaging it up and down. Sanada's hand had stopped moving on Yukimura's cock as he looked close to losing himself.
Sanada was helpless to do anything but heave air in and out of his lungs, moaning at the merciless assaults of pleasure on his body.
"I like it here." murmured Yukimura, pressing back on the skin behind Sanada's balls again. He smiled against Sanada's damp neck. "Isn't it nice?"
Sanada's back arched. "No, I-I'm...mmm… AH!" he shouted when it suddenly became too much. His cock jerked and spurted out in waves, all his muscles tightening, toes curling in pleasure and then releasing in one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced. It was earth shattering, making him feeling like he was floating in heaven.
When the ripples of his pleasure subsided, he grew dimly aware of Yukimura still being on top of him and now practically humping his leg in a desperate effort to reach his peak as well. Sanada lent a helping hand in a literal sense, resuming his long strokes and focusing his gaze on Yukimura's face, head pulled back in pleasure. Yukimura reached his pinnacle after a final glide of Sanada's hand, trembling helplessly as his semen dirtied Sanada's leg in quick spurts and his voice a wanton moan, music to Sanada's ears.
They were both still dripping; their stomach, thighs and shirts dirty with release. Yukimura took much faster to recover, patting Sanada's cheek affectionately.
Sanada hugged him close, not caring about the sperm coating the skin between them. He buried his nose in the sweet aroma of Yukimura's hair. "I'm sorry I couldn't fully repay the favour." said Sanada, referring to the fact that he had both come before Yukimura and that he had not used his mouth to please the bluenette as he had originally planned to.
"Mm, I'm satisfied." said Yukimura. "For a newbie, you're not half bad. I look forward to exploring more of you. " His hand moved up, under Sanada's shirt, feeling the toned muscles and petting them with gentle fingers.
"I… I'm glad to please you, Yukimura-san." said Sanada. The raven-haired man looked absolutely adorable with his flushed cheeks, dishevelled hair and missing pants. The slightly happy yet still unsure expression on his face made it all the better. Sanada's movements were always hesitant, as if he was afraid of hurting Yukimura or doing something he wouldn't like.
Yukimura smiled, smoothing his palm along Sanada's cheek. "You don't have to be so hesitant to touch me, Sanada-san." he said.
"Ah…" mumbled Sanada. It was almost funny how such a tall and otherwise intimidating man had such an innocent flair when it came to sexual gratification with another individual.
They remained like that for a while more, basking in the afterglow on the small lumpy couch, but still enjoying their skin-to-skin contact. It wasn't until Yukimura looked up at the clock and realized what time it was that he jumped up in a panic, realizing that the club would open soon and he was nowhere near ready.
Yukimura rushed around the room, picking up his pants and hopping back into them, getting a new shirt that wasn't dirty and fixing up his tie. Sanada said nothing, working himself out of his comfortable position and also putting his pants back on. He snatched back his abandoned cap, staying out of Yukimura's way. The blue haired dancer re-tied his hair so that loose strands were back in place, only a few short hairs escaping and sitting along the sides of his cheeks. For final touches, Yukimura put on a matching vest over his white shirt and even went as far as adding slim glasses over his eyes.
Yukimura did a little twirl, looking back at Sanada. "Well? Do I look presentable?" he asked.
"You look…" Sanada paused, trying to think of an appropriate word. Yukimura was definitely dressed in a school uniform, one that looked tight and uncomfortable, smoothed out with no wrinkles. The glasses gave him a studious air. "…Nice. You look nice." he finished.
"Let me rephrase then." said Yukimura. "Do I look like a super strict student president?"
"I… guess?" said Sanada, clueless. "But why is everyone wearing a school uniform today?"
"We have different theme nights." explained Yukimura. "We can't always be dressed in the same way. That would get boring. So we dress up, role-play a bit too and have a bit of fun. As you can see, today's theme was high school uniforms. I got the part of the strict and uptight student president."
"Ah, I see." said Sanada, finally understanding. "I guess you do look like a student president… except for your hair. I expect the model perfect student wouldn't have long hair like you."
Yukimura grimaced, pushing his glasses back up. "Yeah, that's why I didn't want this part. My hair just doesn't match and these clothes are suffocating. I wanted to be the student delinquent so that I could have a loose tie, but Zaizen immediately got the part."
"Um well… at least your clothes will be coming off… right?" said Sanada awkwardly.
Yukimura giggled. "Right. Once the night really gets going, then I will finally be able to take his wretched tie off. In the meantime…" Yukimura prowled closer, a wicked smile on his face. He placed his palm on Sanada's chest, pushing the taller man back until his back met the door. Then Yukimura placed one knee between Sanada's legs, pushing up and lightly stroking.
"You've been naughty lately, Sanada-san." said Yukimura, tone husky and eyes gleaming behind those glasses. "Skipping classes to come see me… perhaps you need some time in detention." Sanada groaned and Yukimura took the chance to nip at his earlobe, letting his tongue play with it. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to properly discipline you."
Sanada moaned at the voice Yukimura was using on him. Yukimura definitely wasn't a strict president… no, this man was a master seductress who knew exactly where to push the right buttons. Those slim fingers were pressing down along his shirt, right on his nipples.
"Ah, w-wait Yukim- ahh you can't-" That knee pressed up sharply, rubbing against his crotch and Sanada could feel the stir of arousal heating his cock again. "Oh… wait, please stop." Yukimura smirked, merciless in his attacks.
Sanada managed to get his hands to stop Yukimura's movement. He breathed loudly getting Yukimura to step back. The stripper giggled. "My, how lovely. Sanada-san, you get excited so easily. Was my performance really that convincing?" said Yukimura. "You're so cute."
Sanada's face burned. Damn, why did he get aroused just from Yukimura's light touches? It was so embarrassing and no, he was totally not cute. But more importantly…
"Yukimura-san, you're not actually going to do that to your clients… right?" said Sanada, panting to regain his breath. Once again, he was forced to recall Yukimura's profession, noting how Yukimura had called it a performance. Sanada dearly hoped that Yukimura wasn't really this… seductive in his performances with other men.
Yukimura raised an eyebrow at the question, starring back coolly. He had expected another blush and stutter, not such a comment.
"And what does it matter if I do?" asked Yukimura. "I have a job to do."
"Yes, but…" Sanada paused, hesitating about what to say. "I mean, some things are okay but going this far with a customer is a little…" The thought didn't settle well with Sanada, making him feel jealousy in the pit of his stomach.
"Hmm? And what do you think you were only a few nights ago?" Yukimura asked. "You may be my guest now, but you were a customer just the same before." His eyes were set in a frown and Sanada swallowed thickly, knowing he had said something Yukimura didn't like.
Sanada tried again. "Yes I know but-"
"Sanada-san." Yukimura's tone was almost chilling. "I do like you. But let me make this clear: I don't belong to you. I do what I please, whether you like it or not. If you don't agree with me, then you know where the door is."
They were both at a standstill. Sanada would have walked away and left in any other circumstances… but this was Yukimura, the person he was inexplicably and irrationally drawn to. The thought of leaving didn't even cross his mind. His only though was of how he could dissipate Yukimura's sudden irritation. He didn't like the way Yukimura's lips were set tight and his brow crinkled in a frown. Yukimura was so much prettier when he smiled.
"Ah, I suppose it isn't really my business what you do during your work hours." said Sanada, clenching his fist. "I guess I was just hoping that we could… further our relationship. Maybe we can go out sometime and just… go watch a movie or eat together…" Sanada trailed off.
Yukimura's was surprised at what Sanada said. A date? Sanada wanted a date outside of the club's doors? Yukimura swallowed nervously at the offer.
"Perhaps… another time, Sanada-san." said Yukimura. "I don't think that's a good idea right now."
It's happened before. Yukimura knew this was probably going to be like all the other times. The men Yukimura showed interest in were always nice at first, always interested as well... but it would go off in one of two ways. Either the person will go off in the direction of being possessive, not liking that Yukimura's profession was that of an erotic dancer, or they would seek a short-term physical relationship before suddenly leaving and never coming back.
Sure, Sanada was kind now… but already the jealousy was setting in. Yukimura sighed, knowing this entire thing with Sanada couldn't possibly last very long. It never did, hence why Yukimura had stopped seeking any serious commitment a long time ago.
"Then perhaps later?" pressed Sanada. "I really do like you, Yukimura-san. I'm sorry if I made you angry, but I have no intention of leaving." He walked forward and took Yukimura's hands in his, trying to look back into those deep blue eyes and convey how he felt. "Please, do give me a chance. You won't regret it."
Yukimura paused. "…We'll see." he said, clearly appearing to be less of in a good mood.
Sanada approached, giving Yukimura plenty of time to back away if he so wanted. But the dancer remained perfectly still as Sanada's arms wrapped around his torso. Yukimura sighed. Sanada really was warm and comfortable even through all these awful layers of clothes the school uniform had.
The capped man kissed Yukimura's forehead, a sweet brush of lips. "I'm sorry." he murmured. "Please, don't frown. You look so beautiful when you smile."
A tiny smile appeared on Yukimura's face at the compliment. He couldn't remain angry for long, especially not when Sanada was trying so hard, being surprisingly affectionate as he layered Yukimura's forehead, cheeks and jaw with kisses.
"Oh, just kiss me properly already." said Yukimura, a pouting expression on his face but no longer holding any hints of malice.
Sanada exhaled in relief, leaning in to kiss those pouting lips. He went slowly, memorizing the taste and the texture. This time he had the luxury of having Yukimura kissing him back, arms wrapped around his neck and fingers prickling against his scalp. Sanada groaned into Yukimura's mouth. The bluenette nipped and sucked on Sanada's bottom lip then moved back in to deepen the kiss, swallowing Sanada's noises.
Yukimura sighed when he pulled back, looking at his wrinkled clothes and loose hair. Looks like he was doomed to put on an awful performance tonight with the way his hair refused to stay in place and his clothes just crinkled at the slightest touch.
"Now go before you tempt me again." said Yukimura, turning the doorknob of the door and laying it open for Sanada to go through. "I have to get ready."
Sanada blinked. "Me tempt you? You're the one seducing me." he said.
"Either way, my job will be in jeopardy if you stay any longer, Sanada-san." said Yukimura jokingly. "It's surprisingly hard to keep myself under control around someone as adorable as you."
"I am not adorable." argued Sanada.
"Oh, I disagree." Yukimura placed a small peck on Sanada's cheek. "Now go on! Go!" Yukimura pushed Sanada towards the door, looking back at the clock with a worried look. He didn't have much time left to get ready. "I'll be seeing you later, I trust?"
Sanada stopped suddenly, right before he could walk out the door. He wasn't budging even when Yukimura began pushing at his back again. "Sanada-san?"
"Yukimura-san…" Sanada turned his head, looking down as if ashamed of something.
"What is it?" asked Yukimura, worried that something was very wrong.
"I…" Sanada turned back, pointing at his button-up shirt. Right in the middle of the material was dried up white, easily identifiable when Yukimura remembered what they had been doing just before, on the couch. Sanada flushed. "I-I think I'm going to need to borrow a shirt."
Yukimura threw his head back and laughed. Really, Sanada was hopeless, doomed to forever dirty his clothes in his own seed.
"Oh, fine." Yukimura pulled Sanada back in the changing room and moved to his dresser. "But next time you come, do bring a spare set of clothes before you empty out my entire wardrobe."
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