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Title: Tango D�amore

Author: Elle Lee

Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)

Summary: The night after the Junior Invitational
tournament, after everyone has gone home, Atobe and Sanada can still hear the
music in their heads. SanaAto.

A/N: Well, this is certainly different from any
other lemon I�ve ever written. @_@; Not sure what I
think of it, but I had to write something for this pairing after their match
together. Huh, considering this and Refreshment Break, It seems that in my head
everyone is going to get lucky after this tournament. Maybe I�ll continue that
thread.

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Tango D�amore

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They had found their
rhythm. It was a rich, passionate beat that was both elegant and sexual. It was
music that came from the heart, which mimicked it with its swell and flow. That
flowed through every vein, rich as blood and just as vital.

Finally they had found a
matching beat, they were in time. And it was unimaginable. The raw, sexual beats that were classic in
their timelessness had found a means of meshing their conflicting personalities
in a way they hadn�t dreamed possible. A way their hearts had set themselves on
that day not so long ago when the beat had first possessed them.

There was no escaping it
now. No denying it. Not when they were so caught up in the dance. Not when the
rest of the world faded away and there were only the bright, red lights, and
the inky darkness around them while the beat orchestrated their every movement.
The saucy twang of the Spanish guitar, the quick, timed beats of a drum. They
were lost in the dance.

And it was paradise.

The match had been won.
But the match was far from their minds now. The music was swelling, rising
towards an explosive crescendo, and they were its puppets. In public they could hide it; the powerful
music pulsing through their veins, but the moment the rest of the world
disappeared, the moment their world consisted around only the two of them, and
the pulse of the beat, the music would explode, and the dance would begin
again�

Long after the games had
ended, after competitor and fan alike had gone home, they returned to the
court; their own personal stage. For someone with the Atobe name, access was a
simple thing. Only a single light had been turned on, in the center of the
court, where there had been a net earlier in the day. The net had been put away
hours before and their stage was bare, awaiting their performance

They stood before one
another, two darkened silhouettes, the raw desire filling the air, fueling the
beat.

�Sanada��The rich,
cultured voice was nearly drowned out under the music. Music just for them;
music that only they could hear. �Sanada�Dance with me.�

The smaller man extended
his hand, a movement as graceful and fluid as any that had been choreographed, the
music taking a sudden dip into something dark and erotic, but never losing that
underlying beat. The taller man stared, considered, and finally accepted,
resting his hand over that extended offer.

The music jumped.

In time with the beats,
Sanada pulled his elegant partner against his own body, the jerking movement
only fitting the sultry dance. A soft gasp punctuated the air, and then a
breathy moan as mouths met in an explosion of rhythmic need. The music rose in
a vicious upsurge as bodies moved against one another in a dance as old as
time.

As they danced, clothes
fell, discarded, to the coarse ground of the court,
and bare feet moved in rapid precision across the artificial turf. Shadows
echoed across the ground in the dramatic light, adding to the perfection of the
dance. Pleasure was harmonized with the music, rising and falling in a
tantalizing rhythm, leaving the dancers both exhausted and yearning for more.

Atobe moaned softly, his
sophisticated voice now raw with passion, when a large, calloused hand pressed
firmly against the small of his back. His vision was blurred from the solitary
light and the surrounding darkness, and hazed over with his own desire. In his
mind he could almost see other faceless pairs around them, dancing to that same
alluring beat.

When the music rose and
halted, he found his world swaying as he was bent backwards extensively, his
breath coming in deep, heavy pants. His eyes widened lightly, staring into the
empty black, as a hot, passionate mouth laid kisses across his bared chest in
time with the beats.

And soon that mouth was
gone and he was upright again, vertigo splashed across his vision, leaving him
disoriented, a victim to the music, and the warm body that was moving so
sensually against his own.

He could feel his
partner�s own rapid heartbeat pressed against his chest, could feel the way it
echoed with the music, with his own heartbeat

�Sanada��

�Atobe��

The dark-haired man
murmured his name beneath the music, a passionate whisper, both demand and
plea, pushing Atobe�s body away, then pulling it back, closer, tighter to him
than before. To be away was painful, but it made it all the more wondrous when
that lean, lithe body was once again plastered against his
own.

Legs tangled with one another, and they toppled to the ground, landing atop
their discarded clothing. The dance didn�t stop. If anything, the music rose to
a higher, more intense beat than ever, the sound of it near deafening in their
ears.

As Sanada�s hands
explored the skin beneath his touch, Atobe�s body rose gracefully from the
ground, arching into the passionate caress. The smaller man�s hands were
tangled in the midnight colored
strands of his partner�s hair, pulling gently as he once again sought out that
rich, talented mouth.

Someone groaned softly;
and though neither could have deciphered who, neither
would have cared at the moment, lost in their dance, wrapped up in the cresting
need that was near maddening. Sweat-slickened bodies rubbed against one
another, glistening in the sharp light overhead, flushed with pleasure and
desire.

Gentle, prodding fingers
explored, and Atobe�s body arched high against his partner�s, his voice echoing
his pleasure as he was deliciously invaded by the explorative digits of the
other young man. It seemed as if Sanada had instinctual knowledge of every inch
of his body, and what the most sensitive points were. When to linger, and when
to ease away, teasing with the promise of more. And he wanted more,
desperately. His body craved for the dark-haired young man�s touch, the slight
friction of calloused fingers against his sensitive skin. Skin
unused to being touched by anything other than silks and fine linens.

It was erotic and addictive,
and those dexterous fingers inside of him seemed to know just how to shift to
find the most sensitive place within him that had him crying out his partner�s
name in rapture. A want that neither young man had experienced before filled
them, desperation to experience and possess one another.

The music had long since
ended, but the dance continued, unimpeded, the soft whimpers and moans that
came from the pair creating their own music as their bodies finally joined,
frozen in a momentary tableau of passion and need. Long, sinewy limbs tangled
around one another, clutching desperately as they moved in unison, guided by
their instincts and desires.

The two dancers met, no
longer boys, not quite men, bodies intertwined as virtue was forgotten, their
bodies falling limp and replete against the rumpled clothing and rough ground.
The sound of heavy breathing was the only thing that disturbed the silence of
their stage, their dance finally coming to an end.

�Mm�Sanada�?�

�Hmm?�

A soft, satisfied purr
rumbled from the smaller man�s throat.

�Perhaps we should play
doubles again sometime.�

Silence. Then a low, deep chuckle rumbled from the
dark-haired man�s chest.

�Perhaps.� Sanada�s body shifted against his lover�s, arms
drawing him closer as hands caressed his flush, supple skin. He was rewarded
with a quiet moan �Perhaps��

And the music slowly
began again�

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Wow, sex on a tennis
court. Talk about serious rug burn. Well, maybe I�ll write a follow-up about them
putting abrasion ointment on each other or something, lol.

Review! Let me know what you think!
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