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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,451
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0
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This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Kentarou Kanesaki and Luke C…and I do not profit from these writings.
Front Stage, back stage, all stages
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Kentarou Kanesaki and Luke C…and I do not profit from these writings.
Who: Kentarou Kanesaki and Luke C…AKA Sanada and Kite
Rating: NC-17
Warning: these drabbles contain male male sex. They also feature the real life actors from TeniMyu…I did not get their permission to write about them and I didn’t do this for money or to ruin their reputations…So please…please don’t sue. Because blood + turnip… do the math. You’ll get nothing.
Additional warning: there is a very very special hell..for people like me…And I am SOOO going there. This is for Sunny/ Sanada-mun…I BLAME YOU FOR THIS!!!
Band[Microphone]
He would tell. He could tell by the way the slender young Japanese American actor passed back and forth in the wings. The man was nervous. Kentarou knew why. This was Luke’s first show. His first real show. There had been many many practices of course. Luke was flawless in those, but there was still and initial night stage fright. He had felt it as well, once upon a time. There was just the slight feel of terror that came from knowing that you were about to go out there, in front of a bunch of screaming fan girls, as a character they loved so much that they knew the blood type. There was always the worry that first time. That you would screw up. That the fans would hate you. Kentarou didn’t think that Luke had anything to worry about. Luke was as good at being Kite as he was as being Sanada. The slim, attractive young actor really had nothing at all to worry about.
Not even with that dance he would do. During rehearsals, he had stayed in the wings to watch. It was easy to go as the “Rikkai” team just exited before the “Higa” team took the stage. It wasn’t suspect at all for him to stand in the darkness where the audience couldn’t see, right next to the left wing manager and watch as the purple clad team danced…No…Not the team. He watched Luke. Only Luke. Those slinger hips. That flat stomach tht nearly revealed itself whenever he raised his arms. The sweet swell of a taunt butt as those sinful hips gyrated around. It was impossible not to watch. No red blooded man could look away from that dance. From that expression of pure raw sexuality on stage. And definitely not Kentarou. No…He would watch every time as Luke went out with his fellow actors and did that suggestive dance. And Kanseki knew that there was no way on earth that any fan girl worth her salt would find Luke lacking as Kite.
Still, the younger actor was nervous. Kanesaki sighed and stopped in front of the passing actor. Lightly, he placed his hands on the others shoulder. He turned his hat around backwards, so he could press his forehead against the tanned one. “It’s all right, Luke… You’ll do just fine. Just have confidence in yourself…”
He moved away just slightly to look at those eyes, peering at him though the frames of those fashionable glasses. Softly, slowly, Kanesaki reached up and lightly ran fingers over the other’s face in a soft caress. “Your microphone need to be re-taped.. Let me.” With a soft touch that took far more flesh in than necessary, the more veteran actor pressed the cheek mike back into place. His hand then traveled down one bared arm and he leaned close to whisper into Luke’s ear. “You’ll do just fine…Break a leg out here.” Then with a small shove, he sent Luke out to greet the cheers of the fan girls.
Who: Kentarou Kanesaki and Luke C…AKA Sanada and Kite
Rating: NC-17
Warning: these drabbles contain male male sex. They also feature the real life actors from TeniMyu…I did not get their permission to write about them and I didn’t do this for money or to ruin their reputations…So please…please don’t sue. Because blood + turnip… do the math. You’ll get nothing.
Additional warning: there is a very very special hell..for people like me…And I am SOOO going there. This is for Sunny/ Sanada-mun…I BLAME YOU FOR THIS!!!
Band[Microphone]
He would tell. He could tell by the way the slender young Japanese American actor passed back and forth in the wings. The man was nervous. Kentarou knew why. This was Luke’s first show. His first real show. There had been many many practices of course. Luke was flawless in those, but there was still and initial night stage fright. He had felt it as well, once upon a time. There was just the slight feel of terror that came from knowing that you were about to go out there, in front of a bunch of screaming fan girls, as a character they loved so much that they knew the blood type. There was always the worry that first time. That you would screw up. That the fans would hate you. Kentarou didn’t think that Luke had anything to worry about. Luke was as good at being Kite as he was as being Sanada. The slim, attractive young actor really had nothing at all to worry about.
Not even with that dance he would do. During rehearsals, he had stayed in the wings to watch. It was easy to go as the “Rikkai” team just exited before the “Higa” team took the stage. It wasn’t suspect at all for him to stand in the darkness where the audience couldn’t see, right next to the left wing manager and watch as the purple clad team danced…No…Not the team. He watched Luke. Only Luke. Those slinger hips. That flat stomach tht nearly revealed itself whenever he raised his arms. The sweet swell of a taunt butt as those sinful hips gyrated around. It was impossible not to watch. No red blooded man could look away from that dance. From that expression of pure raw sexuality on stage. And definitely not Kentarou. No…He would watch every time as Luke went out with his fellow actors and did that suggestive dance. And Kanseki knew that there was no way on earth that any fan girl worth her salt would find Luke lacking as Kite.
Still, the younger actor was nervous. Kanesaki sighed and stopped in front of the passing actor. Lightly, he placed his hands on the others shoulder. He turned his hat around backwards, so he could press his forehead against the tanned one. “It’s all right, Luke… You’ll do just fine. Just have confidence in yourself…”
He moved away just slightly to look at those eyes, peering at him though the frames of those fashionable glasses. Softly, slowly, Kanesaki reached up and lightly ran fingers over the other’s face in a soft caress. “Your microphone need to be re-taped.. Let me.” With a soft touch that took far more flesh in than necessary, the more veteran actor pressed the cheek mike back into place. His hand then traveled down one bared arm and he leaned close to whisper into Luke’s ear. “You’ll do just fine…Break a leg out here.” Then with a small shove, he sent Luke out to greet the cheers of the fan girls.