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.

One more chapter after this. A long one I think.


Five

****Now****

“Please! Please just alittle!” came the screams and Sanada wanted to turn the tv up, but he couldn’t. Yukimura had been pleading and crying for over and hour. He’d gone in when he said he was cold, took off blankets when he said he was hot, given him cold drinks when he was sweating and trying to be helpful, but he wouldn’t look in those eyes.

Those eyes that wanted the drug.

He’d been eating lately so he wasn’t as frail. He was still pretty thin, but Sanada could see the color coming back...that old color.

Before he couldn’t help it. He’d say yes and get him some morphine. But Yukimura knew the difference and would get so...very angry. He was more than able to take a hit, but it was the verbal abuse, the emotional abuse that got him the most.

So he’d started doing as he asked. And driving him to get his fix, not questioning what went on though by now he knew damn well he wasn’t Yukimura’s one and only.

He accepted it. He knew if he just loved him enough -

“Genichirou?”

It was a soft call. He knew this one.

He got up and went back there. He sat on the edge of the bed and took him in his arms, the boy trembling.

“I don’t want to anymore...” he whispered. “Please let me have some?”

“No.”

He began to cry again. “But it hurts again...it’s cold again...”

“I’ll get you blankets -.”

“I don’t want them!” he sobbed. “Please? Just a little? Just this last time?”

“No...” he whispered back, kissing his forehead.

Yanagi might have been right.

He was right.

It was better to have him at home, where he could see, where he could help him. He’d gotten him some methodone, but Yanagi even warned against that, saying he’d get hooked on that and so he was weaning him. Giving him food or drink when he asked for It. Holding him and letting him cry when he begged his softest, his deadliest. Assuring him he wouldn’t leave when he went off to go sit in the living room and wait.

He still went to work.

He asked Niou or Jackal to baby sit. They were stronger. He’d caught Bunta trying to sneak Yukimura methadone and hadn’t let him back over. He would when it was over. Yanagi came to check his health.

Last week he said Yukimura was improving.

Yagyuu came to read him books and when Kirihaya came over...well, who knows, but Yukimura always seemed in a better mood. Apparently he just spent time with him, regaling him with stories.

He sat, he read, he watched, he did all of those things...but it hurt him so much. And that was why he had the classes.

They were teaching him how to be stronger. How to let go of his own addiction. Yanagi went with him and he listened and learned...and shared his own hard stories. They weren’t all hard stories in the group though, some were light hearted. He liked this one couple, Kurobane and Davide. Apparently, one couldn’t stop making jokes, even during serous times. They wanted help with each other. It was cute.

But between classes...

It was the hardest. Yukimura tested him too. He’d ask for certain foods or drinks, ask him for alcohol when he knew he couldn’t have any, even asked him for other drugs but...he didn’t.

He gave in for Pocky or hamburgers...but most times, he didn’t.

The body against him was warm and for once wasn’t shivering. He looked at the boy against his shoulder and laid him back down.

Yukimura was an angel when he slept.

A bruised angel.

****

Sanada counted out the money and Akutsu snorted, skeptically.

“How nice of you to pay off his debts. You know he’ll be back, so why bother?”

He finished with the money and looked the man in the eye. “Does he owe you anything else?”

“Yeah, one last fuck!” he laughed, putting the cigar back in his mouth. He counted the money and sure enough, it was all there. The man looked Sanada over and took the cigar out of his mouth.

“You love him.”

“Yes. I do. Is that all?”

Akutsu nodded. “...I don’t want to see him again. Understand? If you love him, you’ll keep him away from me and anyone else who works for me.”

Sanada turned to leave.

“If you don’t believe me...ask him about...Taichi.”

Sanada didn’t turn back but he thought he heard something in that name. Maybe he would ask Yukimura about it, maybe he wouldn’t.


When he got home, he heard the toilet flush and went to the room. Yukimura’s head was on the seat cover, clutching his stomach.

“Are you alright?”

He shook his head and Sanada gathered him up. “Who came by today?”

“Kirihaya and Jackal.”

“Kirihaya gave you spicy things didn’t he?”

Yukimura smiled weakly, letting the bed accept his weight. “I went for it.”

Sanada smiled and brushed the youth’s hair back. “You’ve gained weight.”

He nodded. “Yagyuu gives me...lots of sweets. Bunta wants to come by but...”
“Hm.”

Sanada stood up then and took off his jacket. “It’s all done.”

Yukimura nodded, holding a pillow. It was around three weeks now. Yukimura was having three weeks of success. More success than the two failed rehabs in the last six months. With those, Sanada had managed to catch him close to the act and prevented it and now...

His lover was gaining weight. He was suffering such bad withdrawal symptoms anymore. Yukimura was moving around the house.

It was wonderful.

“Genichirou....” the youth purred, causing the man to turn around.

Yukimura was balanced on his elbows and smiling. Sanada went over and reached for him. He hadn’t seen this smile in a long time.

“I’ve got something for you...” he whispered, moving the raven haired man’s hand below his waist. “Do you want it?”

It had been such a long time, but as he leaned forward he wasn’t concerned with bruising when he crushed his lips against Yukimura’s.

In the coupling that followed he couldn’t hold back and he kissed and licked any surface he could get to without pulling a muscle, his teeth nipping and claiming as he drove in and out of his lover.

It was three weeks now.

Three weeks.