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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,715
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Summary: AU Yukimura Sanada fic.
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. Not at all.
Warning: implied drug abuse
Author’s Note: For Ahotep and because Yukimura and Sanada...are married.
Two
****One Year Ago****
Yukimura held up the bag, tucking hair behind his ear. “It’s out Sanada. Could you pick up more?”
Sanada looked at the bag and back at the food he was preparing. “...Yuki -.”
“Seiichi.” the boy whispered, kissing his cheek. “Please?”
“It’s not supposed to be filled for another two weeks. We just got it -.”
“Damn it I’m in pain ” he said, smashing the bag down on the counter. “You don’t know what it’s like You’re not me ”
Yukimura went around the counter and fisted his hands in his hair. “Can’t you do this one thing?”
Sanada turned off the stove. “Seiichi -.”
“You don’t love me...” he sobbed. “Look, I’ll go myself.”
The man panicked. “But you’ll get out of breath and -.”
“Just shut up ” the pale youth said viciously, turning around, eyes narrowed. “I can do it I don’t need -Ah Ahhh ” He clutched himself and sank to the floor, crying out. “Genichirou ”
Sanada looked around the room and went to him, kneeling and holding him. “Are you alright? What can I use if you’re out of it I -.”
“I need it...” he whined. “Please I need it...”
“Okay, okay...um...” he picked the boy up and took him to the bedroom. “Please, I’ll be back alright?”
Yukimura moaned against the pillow, the dark sheets contrasting to his porcelain skin. He curled up and tears leaked from his eyes. Sanada got his coat on and left the room.
When the sound of keys reached his ears, Yukimura sat up and reached behind the dresser, finding a small cubby. He took out the small bottle and dug a needle out of the drawer. He ripped it open with his teeth, his face already flushed with the thought of the pleasure to come.
After shooting up the morphine, he licked at the blood coming from the needle site, giggling and falling back on the bed, moaning happily.
“Mmm...”
When Sanada got back, he went to the bedroom and peeked in. Yukimura was sleeping soundly. He placed the drugstore bag on the dresser next to him and kneeled, kissing him on the temple.
Why was his lover still in so much pain?
He wanted to take him back to the doctor but Yukimura protested so much...he hated that place he said. It ruined his life.
So what could he do?
Arms found a way around his neck and Yukimura kissed him. “Genichirou...”
“I have to go to work soon...”
“Love me...” he whispered, kissing the man again.
“Seiichi...”
“Please...” he breathed.
And he gave in. He just barely made it to work on time and everyone stared at him, but he didn’t care. He thought of the hickey on his thigh and pressed his face against the freshly laundered towel in his bag. It smelled like him. His Yukimura.
**
Yukimura smiled, running a finger under the boy’s chin. “Can you get it for me?”
The youth counted money, not at all minding the waif of a boy to his side. He smiled and looked at him. “Don’t I always?”
He handed Yukimura some bills and the boy kissed him. “Please, the good stuff? The morphine...isn’t good enough you know...”
“I know what you like.”
“Mizuki...” he sighed, “you’ll bring it by?”
“I don’t think so...that boyfriend of yours seems possessive.”
A door opened and a silver haired boy came in, smoking a cigar. He tossed a bag on the table. “He paid up.”
Mizuki smirked. “Very good...you took your cut, right Akutsu?”
“Don’t I always?” he looked Yukimura over. “What’s the Waif doing here?”
“Getting me the money from his sale.” he looked at the boy. “You should be good with what you have till I come by.”
Yukimura frowned. “Well...when is that?”
“When ever.” he snapped his fingers and Akutsu pulled Yukimura away, the boy protesting.
“Wha -you can’t I need it soon Mizuki Don’t do this ”
He was shoved out of the door of the posh penthouse apartment, running into the wall and sliding down it. He let out a sob. He stood up and looked over his shoulder, Akutsu smirking.
“Sorry, business is business.”
“You’re just the muscle. You’re nothing ”
“That’s not what you said last week. Not get ” Akutsu closed the door and Yukimura went down the hall, trailing his hand along the wall. He rubbed his face, whining. He needed to get home. Maybe he shouldn’t have sold off the morphine so quick, he was going to need something...
**
Sanada paced up and down. Where was Yukimura? He checked his watch and decided he’d go look. The youth wouldn’t have gotten far and after all, Yukimura could just be at the store or something.
He went for the door when he eased open, Yukimura coming inside, looking tired, his cheeks red.
“Seiichi ?”
The boy looked up and smiled. “I...tried to go walking.”
Sanada grabbed him up in a hug and Yukimura kissed him. “I’m tired...”
“Alright...” he helped him to the bedroom and helped him get undressed. He watched the pale boy, running his hands along the bruises on his thighs. “I’m sorry...”
Yukimura shook his head. “You love me so much...”
“Would you like dinner?”
He nodded, closing his eyes. “I want to rest for a bit.”
“Alright.” he left again and Yukimura rubbed his arms. He glanced at the dresser next to the bed and shook his head. He’d have to make it last...
Sanada chopped the daikon, wondering what had possessed the boy to go walking.
He is cooped up here most of the time...perhaps we should go out this weekend. He’d like that...
He wasn’t paying attention and cut his fingers, cursing softly. Somehow, Yukimura was there in an instant.
“Genichirou?”
The man smiled, gently. “Cut my finger.”
“Let me see...” he whispered, holding out his hand. Sanada placed his hand there palm up, Yukimura’s eyes watching the blood swell from the wound. He lowered his head and took the digit into his mouth, licking.
Sanada shivered. He didn’t understand why Yukimura did this, why he was like this -
He was kissed and Yukimura pressed against him.
“Are you okay?”he leaned his head against Sanada.
“I...I will be fine. Seiichi?”
The boy purred and Sanada noticed the bandage on his arm. “Did you need more?”
Yukimura nodded a little. “Just a little pain...just a little.” He saw dinner wasn’t finished and barely even started. “Can we go out?”
“I...suppose. I’ll have to see how much I have.”
The boy stepped away, looking at the knife, the edge streaked with a bit of blood. “Please?” He took the blade and wiped it off with a nearby rag. He looked at Sanada. “I want to.”
Sanada looked into those eyes, pleading, mesmerizing and nodded, his arms seeking him again.
And Yukimura purred, rubbing his arms again.
Summary: AU Yukimura Sanada fic.
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. Not at all.
Warning: implied drug abuse
Author’s Note: For Ahotep and because Yukimura and Sanada...are married.
Two
Yukimura held up the bag, tucking hair behind his ear. “It’s out Sanada. Could you pick up more?”
Sanada looked at the bag and back at the food he was preparing. “...Yuki -.”
“Seiichi.” the boy whispered, kissing his cheek. “Please?”
“It’s not supposed to be filled for another two weeks. We just got it -.”
“Damn it I’m in pain ” he said, smashing the bag down on the counter. “You don’t know what it’s like You’re not me ”
Yukimura went around the counter and fisted his hands in his hair. “Can’t you do this one thing?”
Sanada turned off the stove. “Seiichi -.”
“You don’t love me...” he sobbed. “Look, I’ll go myself.”
The man panicked. “But you’ll get out of breath and -.”
“Just shut up ” the pale youth said viciously, turning around, eyes narrowed. “I can do it I don’t need -Ah Ahhh ” He clutched himself and sank to the floor, crying out. “Genichirou ”
Sanada looked around the room and went to him, kneeling and holding him. “Are you alright? What can I use if you’re out of it I -.”
“I need it...” he whined. “Please I need it...”
“Okay, okay...um...” he picked the boy up and took him to the bedroom. “Please, I’ll be back alright?”
Yukimura moaned against the pillow, the dark sheets contrasting to his porcelain skin. He curled up and tears leaked from his eyes. Sanada got his coat on and left the room.
When the sound of keys reached his ears, Yukimura sat up and reached behind the dresser, finding a small cubby. He took out the small bottle and dug a needle out of the drawer. He ripped it open with his teeth, his face already flushed with the thought of the pleasure to come.
After shooting up the morphine, he licked at the blood coming from the needle site, giggling and falling back on the bed, moaning happily.
“Mmm...”
When Sanada got back, he went to the bedroom and peeked in. Yukimura was sleeping soundly. He placed the drugstore bag on the dresser next to him and kneeled, kissing him on the temple.
Why was his lover still in so much pain?
He wanted to take him back to the doctor but Yukimura protested so much...he hated that place he said. It ruined his life.
So what could he do?
Arms found a way around his neck and Yukimura kissed him. “Genichirou...”
“I have to go to work soon...”
“Love me...” he whispered, kissing the man again.
“Seiichi...”
“Please...” he breathed.
And he gave in. He just barely made it to work on time and everyone stared at him, but he didn’t care. He thought of the hickey on his thigh and pressed his face against the freshly laundered towel in his bag. It smelled like him. His Yukimura.
**
Yukimura smiled, running a finger under the boy’s chin. “Can you get it for me?”
The youth counted money, not at all minding the waif of a boy to his side. He smiled and looked at him. “Don’t I always?”
He handed Yukimura some bills and the boy kissed him. “Please, the good stuff? The morphine...isn’t good enough you know...”
“I know what you like.”
“Mizuki...” he sighed, “you’ll bring it by?”
“I don’t think so...that boyfriend of yours seems possessive.”
A door opened and a silver haired boy came in, smoking a cigar. He tossed a bag on the table. “He paid up.”
Mizuki smirked. “Very good...you took your cut, right Akutsu?”
“Don’t I always?” he looked Yukimura over. “What’s the Waif doing here?”
“Getting me the money from his sale.” he looked at the boy. “You should be good with what you have till I come by.”
Yukimura frowned. “Well...when is that?”
“When ever.” he snapped his fingers and Akutsu pulled Yukimura away, the boy protesting.
“Wha -you can’t I need it soon Mizuki Don’t do this ”
He was shoved out of the door of the posh penthouse apartment, running into the wall and sliding down it. He let out a sob. He stood up and looked over his shoulder, Akutsu smirking.
“Sorry, business is business.”
“You’re just the muscle. You’re nothing ”
“That’s not what you said last week. Not get ” Akutsu closed the door and Yukimura went down the hall, trailing his hand along the wall. He rubbed his face, whining. He needed to get home. Maybe he shouldn’t have sold off the morphine so quick, he was going to need something...
**
Sanada paced up and down. Where was Yukimura? He checked his watch and decided he’d go look. The youth wouldn’t have gotten far and after all, Yukimura could just be at the store or something.
He went for the door when he eased open, Yukimura coming inside, looking tired, his cheeks red.
“Seiichi ?”
The boy looked up and smiled. “I...tried to go walking.”
Sanada grabbed him up in a hug and Yukimura kissed him. “I’m tired...”
“Alright...” he helped him to the bedroom and helped him get undressed. He watched the pale boy, running his hands along the bruises on his thighs. “I’m sorry...”
Yukimura shook his head. “You love me so much...”
“Would you like dinner?”
He nodded, closing his eyes. “I want to rest for a bit.”
“Alright.” he left again and Yukimura rubbed his arms. He glanced at the dresser next to the bed and shook his head. He’d have to make it last...
Sanada chopped the daikon, wondering what had possessed the boy to go walking.
He is cooped up here most of the time...perhaps we should go out this weekend. He’d like that...
He wasn’t paying attention and cut his fingers, cursing softly. Somehow, Yukimura was there in an instant.
“Genichirou?”
The man smiled, gently. “Cut my finger.”
“Let me see...” he whispered, holding out his hand. Sanada placed his hand there palm up, Yukimura’s eyes watching the blood swell from the wound. He lowered his head and took the digit into his mouth, licking.
Sanada shivered. He didn’t understand why Yukimura did this, why he was like this -
He was kissed and Yukimura pressed against him.
“Are you okay?”he leaned his head against Sanada.
“I...I will be fine. Seiichi?”
The boy purred and Sanada noticed the bandage on his arm. “Did you need more?”
Yukimura nodded a little. “Just a little pain...just a little.” He saw dinner wasn’t finished and barely even started. “Can we go out?”
“I...suppose. I’ll have to see how much I have.”
The boy stepped away, looking at the knife, the edge streaked with a bit of blood. “Please?” He took the blade and wiped it off with a nearby rag. He looked at Sanada. “I want to.”
Sanada looked into those eyes, pleading, mesmerizing and nodded, his arms seeking him again.
And Yukimura purred, rubbing his arms again.