Addiction

Addict

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.

Three

Yukimura laughed as they walked back to the apartment, the boy clinging to his lover’s arm. They were the picture of bliss and the boy would have it no other way until he saw someone familiar leaning against their door.

Sanada frowned. “Can I help you?”

Yukimura looked as him and indicated the person should leave.

The black haired man smoothed his tie and stood up. He was wearing a night black suit and a smile on his face. “No. You can’t help me.” He passed them, looking right into Yukimura’s eyes, the youth shuddering.

He gripped Sanada’s arm and the boy held him. “Are you alright?”

“Huh?” Yukimura looked up and smiled. “Oh...he scared me. Please, inside.”

They went inside and Yukimura bit his pinkie nail, franticaly thinking of what he could do. He smiled at Sanada when he looked at him questioningly.

“I...don’t know if I should take a shower or...just watch some tv.”

The other man laughed, retreating to the room.

Yukimura paced a second and dashed into the room. “Sanada...”

“Yes?”

“Could you please...go get me some Pocky from the store?”

Sanada looked at him. “But Seiichi, we just got back.”

“Well...I’ll go then.” he reached for the keys. “I just thought of it...you know that really good reverse kind -Hm?”

Sanada took the keys. “I’ll go. You’re tired.” he kissed him. “I don’t want you over doing it.”
“Alright...” the boy whispered, blushing sweetly.

Sanada was gone in a few moments and then, so was Yukimura.


The store didn’t have any reverse Pocky so he got his lover some strawberry Ramune insead, hoping it’d satisfy his sweet tooth. It wasn’t odd for Yukimura to beg him to go to the store at odd times. He did it easily because he loved him...even if “the good yogurt” was only re-stocked at three in the morning.

He came around the corner heading to the building when he saw Yukimura pulling away from someone, struggling. He dropped his bag and ran over, chopping the man’s wrist and punching him in the face.

“STAY AWAY FROM HIM ” he yelled, Yukimura falling to the ground.

The silver haired man wiped at his mouth, growling. “You think you’re getting any after this, you’re mistaken you little Waif.” He spit at Sanada’s feet. “That’ll teach you to hold out on Mizuki ”

He left then and Sanada kneeled down, taking the now crying youth into his arms. “Seiichi?”

“Take me inside ” he wailed.

He retrieved the bag and took him inside, hovering near the bed as Yukimura cried into the pillow, rubbing his quickly bruising arms.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know ” he whined. “I don’t know ” he sat up and rubbed the side of his face, letting out a frightful moan. “We have to move.”

“What?”

“I’m afraid ” he said, clutching the sides of his head. “Don’t let me be afraid Sanada I’m scared ”

Sanada was on his knees in an instant, trying to soothe him, hugging him telling him it was alright.

“We’ll...I’ll find us a new place, okay?”

“Fast...” the boy whispered, hugging him around his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too...” he kissed the boy’s neck and held him closer. “I’m sorry...I should have been there...”

Yukimura started to tremble and the boy drew away, rubbing his arms. “I...I’m going to shower...”

“Are you okay?”

“Leave me alone.” he hissed suddenly, shutting his eyes.

Sanada withdrew. The sudden mood change wasn’t odd to him now either but he wondered...he always wondered...

****

Yanagi made sure his tie didn’t rest on the table and smiled at his friend, putting his suit jacket in the chair next to him.

“I’m glad you asked me to lunch You haven’t called in sometime. How is the Buchou?”

They shared a laugh and Sanada smiled. “How is Jackal?”

Yanagi waved his hand dismissively. “Somewhere playing tennis. I wish I could have gone on tour with him...but...”

“Work. Look...I’m moving soon.”

The man looked surprised. “Why?”

“Some guy came after Mizuki and...well he got afraid. So, we’re going to find a new place.”

“....” Yanagi looked up at the waitress and ordered, then looked at Sanada. “Genichirou...”

“Hm.”

“How many times are you going to move for him?”

The man shook his head. “It isn’t like that.”

“First you’re broken into, then it happens again at your next place...isn’t this the third time some ‘random’ guy has attacked Yukimura and now he’s afraid?”

Sanada frowned. “What are you implying? What are you saying?”

Yanagi looked down at the table. “There’s a eighty-five percent chance everything is not as it seems and that you need to talk to Seiichi.”

“He’s afraid, alright? I’m not going to force him to talk or do anything I love him ”

Yanagi looked at him. “I know that. And he knows that too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“...Look...I love him too. He’s my friend...but...look, I’m a doctor too and I can tell you...no one needs Morphine this long.”

“Shut up.” Sanada growled. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“Yes...” he whispered. “And you need to...check it out. Check his arms.”

Sanada clenched his fists and got up. “Goodbye Yanagi.”

“If you love him so much you’ll do it.” he said, stunned when he was backhanded.

“Just shut up ”

Sanada stormed out and Yanagi held his cheek, smiling when the waitress came back.


He went to a place where he could get information, the library. He’d called ahead and said he wasn’t going to be in to work. He didn’t tell them he was moving...Again.

He asked for a general section and went there, trying to be discreet as he looked in book after book, putting each back in disgust.

It wasn’t possible. He’d prove it. Today.

****

Sanada quietly entered his home and as always, there wasn’t much sound. He figured his love could be reading or listening to the radio, the soft sounds coming from the bedroom growing louder as he approached.

It couldn’t be the radio could it? Making those sounds....

And he opened the door and stopped. It all stopped. His breathing, his heart.

That man, from the night before, was pounding into his love, those fingers in a bruise making grip on this thighs and Yukimura...

Yukimura moaning and gasping like there wasn’t anyone else to witness what was going on.

The small bottles caught his attention. The small rocks.

Not morphine no...

And they didn’t notice him at all. So he turned away and left. He just walked out. He left the door open.

He just left.


Yanagi let him in, caught by surprise as he’d just gotten home. His tie wasn’t eve loosened and when he saw Sanada he knew something was wrong.

He motioned to his couch and the man sat there, staring into the coffee table.

“...Sanada?”

“Those little rocks...I guess they were rocks...white ones...that’s not morphine. Is it?”

Yanagi didn’t know what he meant and sat down near him. “What?”

“I saw them in a baggy...with that discolored spoon...you don’t need that sort of thing for Morphine. Do you?”

The man pressed his hands to his eyes. “What is he doing Renji...what was he doing, with that man...”

“What happened.” the brunette growled out. “Sanada ”

“I love him...” he whispered.

****

He returned home with take out of all things, his wallet empty. He thought of his savings and how it wasn’t as big as it used to be. Yukimura always asked for something he couldn’t say no to...

He closed the door and put the bag on the counter everything seeming so foreign and strange.

“Hi lover...” came the lustful purr.

Sanada flinched as arms came around him.

“Take-out...yay.”

The man opened the bag and set out the food. Once they were at the table, Sanada stared at Yukimura’s arms, seeing them really for the first time.

All that couldn’t be what he thought it was...the bruising that his lover claimed was simply because he marked easily. He couldn’t concentrate on his meal, not after what he’d seen today.

That man with Yukimura. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. It came out shaky and weak to his ears.

“I...we can’t move just now...alright?”

Yukimura bit the piece of broccoli. “...That’s fine. Whenever we can.”

I thought you were afraid... his mind whispered. He stared at his plate. “I...didn’t go to work today because I was looking for apartments so...I’ll be gone Saturday.”

“Alright.” he said, smiling gently. “Are you okay? You look pale.”

“I’m fine...” he whispered, dreading the thought of bed time. Could he sleep there now that his bed was...defiled. His breath hitched as he spoke.

“Yukimura....Seiichi...”

“Yes?”

“I love you so much...” He put his hand over his eyes, taking a breath. “I really...really love you and...”

He felt the arms around him and the weight in his lap. He let the kisses come. He couldn’t say it, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t ask it.

If Yukimura loved him he’d stop. He’d love him enough and he’d stop.

They didn’t quite make it to bed. His Seiichi wanted him there at the table and he obliged him, taking pleasure in his body despite the glaring bruises he didn’t put there and the moans and cries he now knew someone else heard maybe on a regular basis.

If he loved him enough...