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One More Saturday Night ~ St. Rudy/Rikkaidai	By : Pixxit Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 1915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1
One
More Saturday Night

�But�we�re not Catholic. We�re
Gay.�

�Buchou�are you sure this is okay?� Kaneda hung back, blushing, when Akazawa opened
the door to his room and stepped back, motioning for his kouhai to go
inside.

Akazawa nodded, attempting a little smile, but failing
miserably. He had, as of late, become
incredibly conscious of how frequently he scowled. Mizuki was quite fond of pointing it out �
every chance he got. Just the other day,
at lunch, he�d leaned close to Akazawa and, taking up quite a bit of the
captain�s breathing room, had nudged him, voice lowering conspiratorially.

�Nfu � You might want
to watch that forbidding scowl, Akazawa.
You�re scaring the boy.�

Akazawa had immediately glanced over at Kaneda, who was
standing just next to him and had been instantly mortified to see the (rather
endearing) blush coloring the younger boy�s cheeks. Even more embarrassing had been the rather
obvious fact that Akazawa had known precisely who Mizuki was referring to. He�d only barely managed to keep from
stammering like an idiot and had fervently hoped that Kaneda hadn�t drawn any humiliating
conclusions from Mizuki�s one-sided conversation. Akazawa had sat down to eat soon after that
and Kaneda had simply continued to be his normal, nervous self around his
buchou. As nothing had seemed to change
between himself and his kouhai, Akazawa assumed that things could simply go on
as always did. Namely, Kaneda could go
on worshiping Akazawa and Akazawa could go on pretending not to notice.

Except�now he couldn�t seem to keep his eyes from following
the younger boy whenever he happened into Akazawa�s line of vision. Which was beginning to present a problem
where Akazawa�s authority was concerned.
It was bad enough that Mizuki practically ran the show; he wasn�t about
to have his team whispering behind his back about possible favoritism.

�Of course it�s okay, Kaneda. You�ve been in my room before, right?�

Kaneda shoved his hands into his pockets and just looked
awkward while his senpai closed the door and slipped out of his jacket. He tried again for a smile and almost
succeeded. Kaneda gulped.

�Eh�well, yes, of course Akazawa-buchou. But never�,� he trailed off, blushing
again.

�But never?� Akazawa
prompted.

Kaneda toed the carpet, hoping that he managed to avoid
revealing exactly why Akazawa made him so nervous and thus mortally humiliating
himself. �Never just you and me��

Akazawa turned away from the younger boy, unable to hide his
amusement for one second longer. His kouhai
had a crush on him � there was no point in pretending that he didn�t know. Maybe it was for the best that they discuss
it, get it out in the open. Maybe
acknowledging it would help the boy get over it. �Is that a big deal or something?�

Kaneda watched Akazawa loosen his tie, praying that the
older boy wouldn�t stop there. Maybe
he�d just keep going � shirt, belt, pants�oh, but Akazawa had an incredible
ass.

Kaneda shook his head, face flushed. �N-no��

Akazawa turned then, hair brushing his shoulders as he
glanced back at his guest. �Kaneda?�

Kaneda looked up, eyes wide.
�Ah�yes, buchou?�

�Were you just staring at my ass?�

Kaneda made a little choking sound, wrapping the tie so
tightly around his hand that his fingers were turning white. He looked down, trembling, too scared and too
embarrassed to speak. Finally, he
whispered, �Yes.�

Akazawa rested a hand on one hip and cocked his head in
obvious challenge. �You planning to just
look, or what?�

Kaneda blinked, unable to form a response. Had he died?
Was this his eternal reward? Was
he hallucinating? He licked his lips,
knowing that he had to say something.

Akazawa slid the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it
aside. �Well, Ichirou?�

Before Kaneda could find any words that might have been
acceptable in such a situation, his eyelashes fluttered�

�and he passed out.

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Atsushi watched his roommate, wondering if he was managing
to be at all as discreet as he imagined he was.
Shinya was watching a women�s underwear commercial � repeatedly.

�Tivo is so excellent, dane!�

Atsushi frowned, contemplating tugging his headband over his
eyes. �Yes, we�re lucky,� he deadpanned,
turning the page of his shonen jump volume.

�Lu~cky, dane.�
Shinya giggled, rewinding the commercial again and all but bouncing on
the bed in excitement. Atsushi shook his
head. If Yanigasawa ever managed to see
a real-live naked female he�d probably go into cardiac arrest. As he turned the page, though, a smug smile
settled on his lips and he reminded himself that the possibility of that
happening anytime soon was about as likely as Mizuki turning butch.

�Saa, Atsushi � look at this blonde�s boobs. Can you believe them,
dane?�

Atsushi didn�t look up.
Ogle some female�s tits when he could look at sexy, manly, sweaty
basketball players? No thank you, very
much. �Mm. Lovely.�
As an afterthought, and as he admired the way the artist had sketched
those ass-hugging shorts, Atsushi offered, �They�re fake, you know.�

Yanigasawa snorted.
�Fake, dane? Who cares?�

�And she�s not a real blonde and her nails are acrylic and
that beauty mark on her face is just a dot from her eyeliner in an embarrassing
attempt to cover up a zit.�

Yanigasawa sighed and flopped back on the bed. �You always ruin everything, dane. You�re my best friend, dane, why can�t you
just look at girls with me?�

Atsushi looked up, then.
He noticed, wryly, that while the television had gone silent, it was not
because Shinya had turned it off. On the
screen, scantily covered with well-placed swatches of hot pink satin, were the
biggest, fakest breasts Atsushi had ever had the misfortune of seeing. He wrinkled his nose and looked at his
friend. �Do you really think I ruin everything?�

Yanigasawa pouted, thereby making
himself appear downright comical, and tugged at the lock of hair that spilled
over his forehead. �Well�not really,
dane. But � Atsushi � don�t you like
girls? At all?� His voice was small and hesitant, as though
he were afraid of what his friend�s answer might be.

Atsushi tilted his head. �Sure, Shinya � I like girls fine.�

Yanigasawa visibly relaxed, smiling
in relief. �Thank God, dane. I mean I was afraid��

�I just have no interest in having
any kind of sex with them,� Atsushi interrupted. At Yanigasawa�s horrified expression, Atsushi
shrugged, smiling a little. �If I had to
choose between that,� he nodded toward the TV. and then held up the cover of
his shonen jump, �or this � I�d rather wrap my legs around the hot guy in the
sweaty jersey.�

Yanigasawa blinked, looking shocked
and not a little bit nauseated. �Does
your family know?! I mean, does your brother know, dane?�

Atsushi grinned. �Who do you think helped me figure it out,
Shinya?�

Yanigasawa�s pallor transformed into
quite the becoming blush. Atsushi felt a
little stirring in the force.
�Ah�Mizuki-san?� Please God, don�t say it was your brother,
dane.

Atsushi shook his
head, lip curling into a devious smirk as he lay his book aside and rolled to
his belly, ankles crossed, feet swinging idly.
�Nope.�

Yanigasawa
gulped, realizing that he was beginning to sweat. �Oh.�

�Have you ever
kissed a guy, Shinya?� Atsushi asked,
looking perfectly normal and pleasant even though his words were making
Yanigasawa think he might piss himself.
Worse, he thought, perhaps the urgency he felt had nothing at all to do
with a need to visit the lavatory.

�No, dane! I don�t want to kiss guys, Atsushi!�

Atsushi canted
his head, long tails of his headband lying over his shoulder and along his
waist. The look in his eyes�Yanigasawa
swallowed again. Hard. �W-why are you looking at me like that, dane?�

�I guess I can�t
believe you�d knock something you�ve never even tried.� Atsushi practically purred.

Yanigasawa hadn�t
moved a muscle. He was, in fact,
beginning to feel a little light-headed.
�I�I�dane?�

�Try it and tell
me you don�t like it.�

Yanigasawa had to
remind himself to breathe. �Try it,
dane?�

Atsushi held out
his hand to Yanigasawa and pinned him with that hot, serious stare. Yanigasawa noticed, for the first time, just
how dark his roommate�s eyes were and wondered, idly, if Atsushi had slipped
something in his soda earlier. He was
obviously not in his right mind but couldn�t seem to figure out just where his
right mind was as he took Atsushi�s hand and let the smaller boy pull him to
the bed.

Atsushi closed
his eyes, as Yanigasawa moved over him, and lifted his chin as he twined their
fingers together. �Do it, Shinya. I won�t bite, I promise.�

Slowly, so
slowly, Yanigasawa leaned in until his lips brushed Atsushi�s. He sighed softly, eyes drifting closed as he
realized that he wanted to do it again.
His friend�s lips were soft. Soft
like Yanigasawa always imagined a girl�s lips might be.

And then he
squeaked as Atsushi grabbed him and rolled him over, sprawling over him and
taking a much different sort of kiss from him.
He yelped, even as he wound his arms around Atsushi�s back. �No fair, dane! You said you wouldn�t bite.�

Atsushi laughed
quietly, effectively pinning his roommate beneath him, licking Yanigasawa�s lip
apologetically. �I lied. Dane.�

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�Mizuki-san, I
don�t think this is a good idea�� Yuuta
was worried. Worried and chilly and he
couldn�t, for the life of him, imagine what Mizuki hoped to discover this
way.

Half-turning,
Mizuki pressed his forefinger to his lips and reached behind him to grip
Yuuta�s wrist. Smugly, he noticed that
Yuuta did not try to pull his hand away.
�Quiet, Yuuta-kun. He�ll hear
us.�

Yuuta frowned,
but followed along obediently even while he continued to argue with himself
over why he couldn�t seem to tell Mizuki �no�.
Frankly, he didn�t care what Nomura was doing out after dark and he
didn�t see why it mattered to his coach, either.

They�d been
sitting in the library that evening, Yuuta studying history and Mizuki studying
Yuuta. Every so often, Yuuta would hear
Mizuki murmuring to himself and he�d studiously keep his head down and refuse
to acknowledge it. His silence on the
matter was not out of any desire to spare Mizuki embarrassment over being
overheard talking to himself � Yuuta knew Mizuki better than that. He was simply seeking to avoid a situation
where he was gullible enough to ask Mizuki what he�d said; thereby creating an
opening in the conversation for Mizuki�s suggestive purring.

Mizuki�s
suggestive purring made Yuuta squirm.

Their teammate
had snuck past the library, toward the side exit, looking around almost
guiltily as he�d passed. Mizuki,
naturally, had noticed him right away and had begun to scribble in his
notebook. Yuuta had continued to pretend
that he was paying no attention whatsoever.
As it turned out, his coach � true to form � had not waited for Yuuta to
notice. �Come with me, Yuuta. I need to gather a bit of information
tonight.�

Yuuta had
groaned. �Mizuki-san, I�m not done with
my chapter, yet. There�s a test
tomorrow.� Yuuta had no interest in
following Nomura anywhere, for the noble purpose of data collection or any
other reason.

Mizuki had
reached over, closed the text, and packed Yuuta�s back efficiently. �Tomorrow is Sunday, Yuuta-kun.�

Yuuta had sighed,
shouldered the proffered bag and followed Mizuki out into the darkness. It was pointless to argue with Mizuki � he
always had a solid answer, delivered in that calm voice that sounded so
sensible even when the words made absolutely no sense at all. Besides�the fact of the matter was that Yuuta
liked being with Mizuki no matter how uncomfortable and squirmy the older boy
made him. Of course, that little tidbit
was Yuuta�s secret to keep and he intended to keep it that way. He liked Mizuki. A lot.
Revealing his affection would most certainly make Mizuki a target for
Aniki�s misplaced protectiveness.

He pushed
Shuusuke out of his thoughts and tried to tell himself that his aniki didn�t
really know everything. He would do
better to focus on the here and now lest he get distracted and find himself in
a situation that made him even more uncomfortable than this one already was.

�Why don�t you
just turn him in and be done with it so we can go back to the dorm?� He asked in a dramatic whisper.

Mizuki
smirked. �Nfu, Yuuta-kun � are you
inviting me to your room, then?�

Yuuta�s eyes
widened and he was inordinately grateful for the cover of nightfall that so
graciously hid his glowing face.
�Mizuki-san! Stop kidding
around!�

Mizuki stopped
then, fingers sliding down to twine with Yuuta�s. Preoccupied as he was with the fact that
Mizuki was holding his hand, Yuuta walked directly into his teammate, grunting
when he was forced to wrap his arm around Mizuki�s chest to steady himself.

Before he could
pull away, Mizuki laid one hand over Yuuta�s arm and smiled. �I knew it.�

Yuuta�s palms
began to sweat. �Knew it, Mizuki-san?�
He whispered.

Mizuki nodded,
turning his head to glance at Yuuta.
Their noses were practically touching.
�Nomura. I knew he was up to
something.� He purred suggestively.

Yuuta squirmed.

Turning back to
observe their errant teammate, Yuuta finally noticed that they were standing in
front of the faculty buildings. �But�I
don�t understand,� he began, watching as Nomura moved behind a bush, gripping
the first floor window ledge and hoisting himself up. �What is he doing?!�

�Nfu. Can�t you tell, Yuuta-kun? Don�t you know whose room that is?�

Yuuta was
completely scandalized. �No! And I don�t care, either. He�s spying on a teacher!�

Mizuki
smiled. Nomura was, indeed, spying on
his English teacher which proved, unequivocally, that he was the one team
member who happened to be straight.
True, it meant that he was a sneaky, perverted little peeping tom, but
to Mizuki, that was irrelevant. Nomura
liked girls � Mizuki would have to adjust his manipulation techniques somewhat
when it came to dealing with him.
Yanigasawa, also, proclaimed an interest in females � a little too
loudly, as far as Mizuki was concerned � but he�d seen the way his gaze strayed
to his doubles partner in the showers.
Mizuki had decided to reserve judgment on that one until he�d managed to
acquire more, relevant data. Also
interesting to note was the fact that Yuuta was still holding onto him.

�Yes, and we
should probably take our leave before he begins�enjoying himself.�

�E-enjoying
himself! Mizuki-san, we can�t just let
him spy on a teacher! What if he gets
caught?�

�Nfu. Then we�ll be amused at his expense, won�t
we, Yuuta-kun?�

Yuuta
tensed. Mizuki was still using that voice. �Ah�uh��

�Yuuta?�

Yuuta squeaked in
answer as Mizuki turned gracefully, managing not to upset Yuuta�s hold. �Y-yes, Mizuki-san?�

Slipping his arms
around Yuuta�s waist, Mizuki looked up at him through barely lowered
lashes. �You wouldn�t spy on any
females, would you?�

Yuuta tensed
further. �No, Mizuki-san! I would never!�

Mizuki lifted his
chin, gazed at Yuuta. The moonlight lit
his hair and made his eyes sparkle.
Yuuta made some soft sound that didn�t really register as his own. Mizuki licked his lips. �That�s good, Yuuta. I would be very disappointed in you if I were
to catch you looking�elsewhere.�

Lips parted,
searching for something to say that might make Mizuki stop purring at him and
touching him and looking at him like that.
�I�Mizuki-san��

Mizuki let his
eyes drift closed, leaning up to close the distance between them. �Hajime,� he murmured just before he pressed
his lips to Yuuta�s.

Yuuta gasped,
giving Mizuki the opportunity he was looking for. Moving in swiftly, he swept his tongue over
Yuuta�s bottom lip, slipped his hands down to grip his kouhai�s bottom and
squeezed as he kissed him deeply, thoroughly, possessively.

It took a moment
for Yuuta to reciprocate, to wrap his arms around Mizuki�s shoulders and manage
to work out that he was, in fact, letting Yuuta know that he meant to push a
few limits and was not merely whispering his own name in some sort of
narcissistic declaration.

Yuuta kissed him
back, even going so far as to tip his head and take control of the kiss, high
on the rush of desire and disbelief as Mizuki melted against him. Yuuta decided that he was absolutely planning
to extend an invitation to his room later.
But then Mizuki whimpered softly and Yuuta�s mind cleared. He let his bag slide off his arm as he
gathered his senpai against him and took what he�d tried to pretend he hadn�t
wanted all along.

The startled
shout and rustling leaves that preceded the very audible thump of Nomura
hitting the ground was the only thing that seemed to penetrate the haze of
Yuuta�s mind. �Mmm. What was that?�

Mizuki stared up
at him, all dark eyes and kiss-ravaged lips.
�Nfu, Yuuuuta. Nomura fell.�

Yuuta
blinked. Mizuki was so beautiful. He lowered his head again. �Oh.�

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to the Batcave, Robin�

�This is ridiculous.� Sanada mumbled, sipping his tea and managing
to sit ramrod straight, no matter how much he wanted to slump in his
chair. Any excuse to leave would have
been welcome, but it was one of the first outings Yukimura had asked him to
accompany him on since his buchou had been released from the hospital. Still so pale and wan as he was, Sanada would
have refused him nothing.

Which is how he�d come to find
himself at Yagyuu�s house on a Saturday night, with Yukimura seated beside him,
flipping through karaoke c.d.�s. �Come
on, Genichirou, be a good sport, hm?�

Sanada snorted, shooting Kirihara a
glare when the younger boy unsuccessfully attempted to muffle his giggle. Only Yukimura called Sanada by his given name
and that fact seemed to speak volumes to the rest of the team.

Working through the wires and
getting the machine hooked up properly, Jackal wiped his brow and stood to
shrug out of his jacket. He tossed at
Marui. �Will you hang this up,
Bunta? It�s getting warm in here.�

Popping a bubble and slurping it,
loudly, back into his mouth, Marui pointedly ignored Sanada�s disapproving
glare and went to hang his teammate�s jacket up in the foyer. On his way back in, he grinned at the faint
blush on his fukubuchou�s cheeks as Yukimura leaned close to point something a
song out to him.

�Where is Niou?� he asked innocently.

Sanada looked up, grateful for the
distraction. �Niou, nothing. Where the hell is Yagyuu? This is his damned party, after all.�

Yukimura was silent, but scooted
aside a bit, putting a little space between himself and Sanada. He laid the c.d. on the coffee table and
focused his attention on the flames crackling in the fireplace.

Feeling like a world-class jerkoff,
Sanada was quick to pick the c.d. up again and turn toward Yukimura. He realized that, as much as he detested this
entire scenario, he would have to pretend that he was enjoying himself for Seiichi�s
sake. That his�friend�was out of the
hospital and doing well was all that Sanada felt he could ask for. He moved closer, voice lowering so that no
one else could hear. �Here, Yuki, you
like this song, don�t you? You sing it
quite well.�

Yukimura glanced over, pleasure
lighting his features as he took the c.d. from Sanada. �I do like it. Will you sing it with me, Genichirou?�

Kirihara rose quickly � he wasn�t
about to earn himself a backhand for losing his composure and laughing his ass
off at Sanada�s disgusting display. God,
but couldn�t they at least pretend
not to be married to each other? He
snuck a glance at Marui, who was stretched out on the sofa, head and shoulders
dangling off the edge with his feet propped up on the sofa�s back, reading a
financial analysis magazine. Yep, it was
time to get moving. �Hey, I�m going to
find Yagyuu and Niou. I�m getting
hungry.�

Jackal nodded. �I�m almost done here. Find out what they�d like to do and I�ll
order take out.�

Kirihara nodded, taking in the way
Yukimura�s hand rested over Sanada�s before he turned to go. Sheesh.
Married. And Seigaku thought their Golden Pair was in
sync. They�d just never seen Mr. and
Mrs. Yukimura at it.

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�Ahgod, yes. Harder, Hiroshi�harder.�

Yagyuu rested his forehead against Niou�s
shoulder and gripped his hips. �Fuck,
Masaharu�you�re going to kill me one day��

Niou braced one hand on the wall and
began to stroke himself lightly with the other.
�You�ll thank me � oh fuck yes, right there � admit it.�

Yagyuu slid his arms around Niou�s
waist and flattened his palms against his lover�s unbelievably taut, smooth
belly. �If I die fucking you,� he
gasped, lips wet at Niou�s ear, �I�ll consider myself the luckiest bastard
alive.�

Niou spread his legs a little more
and arched his back, wringing a low moan from Yagyuu. �You can come and go at the same time,
Hiroshi. I just hope�.nnn�hope I�m on
top. You�re heavier than you look.�

Yagyuu clenched his jaw, lifting one
hand to clamp over Niou�s mouth. He
turned the silver haired boy�s head and began to suck at his neck. �You talk too much...� he murmured, bending
his knees and thrusting hard into Niou, who mewled, quite satisfyingly, like a
horny cat.

He moaned behind Yagyuu�s hand,
bracing both of his palms against the wall and pushing back against Yagyuu to
meet every thrust. He wanted this to
last as long as he could possibly draw it out � there was no telling how long
the others would want to stay and play with that damned karaoke machine.

�Masaharu�� Yagyuu gasped, biting and nibbling along
Niou�s shoulder.

Niou bit his lip, smiling a little
as his strong, controlled lover thrust, so faultlessly, into him. No need to hurry. They�d never in a million years figure out
what he and Hiroshi were doing up here.
Well�Sanada wouldn�t, in any event.
Their fukubuchou didn�t have much of an imagination.

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Yanagi pinched the bridge of his
nose as he padded silently down the hallway.
He�d walked home with Yagyuu under the guise of intending to help him
reformat his computer. Yagyuu had been
thankful for the help and Yanagi had been thankful for the opportunity to mess
with Inui without his old partner recognizing his IP address. Again.
The last time he�d been found out, he�d received a very not-so-friendly
visit from Kaidoh Kaoru who had warned him against bothering his senpai.
Yanagi had, quite correctly, interpreted Kaidoh�s recommendation as
something along the lines of �keep screwing with my boyfriend and I�ll kick
your dorky ass�.

He�d only paused in his �net
adventures to visit the little boy�s room and, as he made his way down the
hallway, noticed Akaya standing before Yagyuu�s parents� bedroom with his ear
pressed to the door. Also worthy of
notice was his hand, which was moving quite rhythmically inside the front of
his pants.

So focused on himself as he was,
Kirihara didn�t hear Yanagi moving up behind him until the taller boy�s voice
was just at his ear. �That�s so rude,
Akaya � eavesdropping on your senpais.�

Kirihara jumped away from the door
like a scalded cat, jerking his hand out of his pants as he flattened himself
against the wall. His chest rose and
fell rapidly as he panted for breath.
His face was flushed and his pants were hanging open and tented quite
impressively. �You fucking asshole! You scared the hell out of me!� he hissed,
careful to keep his voice down.

Yanagi folded his arms over his
chest, smiling pleasantly at his younger teammate. �You�re such a bad boy, Kirihara. Do you ever even bother to keep yourself out
of trouble?�

Kirihara shifted, wincing as he
tried to button his pants again. �Oh,
shut up, Renji. Go troll Inui�s blog or
something. Leave me alone.�

Yanagi bit his lip, ignoring the
Inui jibe. He could see the pale flash
of Kirihara�s belly as the boy tried to do up his pants and tuck his shirt
in. �Wait,� he said, reaching out a bit.

Kirihara looked up, peering through
his shaggy curls. �What is it? Come on, haven�t you embarrassed me enough?�

Moving closer, crowding the younger
boy against the wall, Yanagi thumbed open one of Kirihara�s buttons and rubbed
his erection through his pants. �I
didn�t mean to embarrass you, Akaya,� he informed him quietly. To Kirihara�s absolute surprise, Yanagi was
not uncertain and he did not stop to acquire Kirihara�s permission. �I suppose
Niou and Yagyuu are at it again?�

Kirihara nodded, hissing in pleasure
as Yanagi touched him. �I couldn�t help
myself. The sounds they make�mmmgod,
Renji, what are you doing?�

Yanagi leaned in, bracing one hand
on the wall as he ducked his head to nuzzle at Kirihara�s soft, sweet
curls. Yanagi wondered at his own lack
of observation skills for having overlooked Kirihara all this time. He supposed it had quite a bit to do with the
fact that � like this, so receptive and frustrated with repressed sexual desire
� he didn�t seem so dangerous. �Do you
want me to stop?�

Kirihara arched into Yanagi�s touch,
baring his neck and gasping softly. �N-no�please,�
he whispered, his cock twitching against Yanagi�s palm. Yanagi smiled a little. This beat the hell out of stalking Inui. �Would you like to come back to Yagyuu�s room
with me, Akaya?�

Kirihara opened his eyes,
immediately reluctant and suspicious.
�For what, exactly?�

Yanagi merely looked down at him,
smoothing aside a stray curl. �Nothing
you don�t want, I promise.�

The boy hesitated, considering, and
as he opened his mouth to respond, from inside the room Niou gave a low,
keening whine and there was a hard thump against the wall. �Ohgod,
Hiroshi�gonna come�fuck mefuckmefuck�.nnnhhhgg!�

Kirihara swallowed, nodding
jerkily. �Uh�yeah. Yeah, let�s go.�

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Jackal sighed, checking his watch
for easily the fifth time. �Okay, I�m
not waiting any longer.� He turned to
his partner and motioned to the door.
�Bunta, you want to run out with me to get some dinner?�

Bunta seemed to consider this. He hadn�t moved from his odd position on the
sofa. �Mmmmm, I dunno. I�m pretty comfortable.�

Jackal sighed, smiling as he shook
his head. �My treat.�

Bunta hmmed thoughtfully and Jackal
laughed. �We�ll stop by the candy shop
before they close.�

Bunta rolled off the sofa and sprang
to his feet with a little flourish.
�Deal.�

Jackal retrieved his jacket and
tossed one to Bunta before glancing over at Sanada and Yukimura. �We won�t be long. Yukimura-buchou.�

Marui wiggled into his jacket and
grinned at the two of them. �Yeah, and
don�t let him sneak off while we�re gone, either.�

Sanada frowned and Yukimura smiled,
waving the other two boys off before peering at Sanada. �Genichirou?�

Sanada looked around, listening
carefully. �You hear that?�

Yukimura tilted his head in question. �Hear what?�

Sanada smiled faintly. �Silence.
Finally.�

Yukimura laughed and folded his
hands in his lap as he sat back against the sofa. Sanada was, as always, attentive, caring
almost too protective in his attentions sometimes. Even so, Yukimura could never be certain
where his heart really lay. He cared for
Yukimura, there was no doubting that, but Sanada was loyal, noble, a good
friend and admirable sort of person. He
considered it is duty, his obligation to tend Yukimura and see to his comfort
and well being. Now that Yukimura was no
longer confined to that hateful hospital bed, he was ready to find out if his
friend�s emotions ran any deeper than that � even if it cost him his
self-respect and dignity in the process.
Life was too short for regrets and missed opportunities.

He glanced over, ready to say what
weighed so heavily on his mind, but Sanada was already rising, making his way
to the machine that Jackal had made ready.
He shuffled through the discs, searching for one in particular.

�Genichirou? Are you really going to sing?� Yukimura smiled, beyond amused by the fact
that his friend would do as Yukimura had asked, even if he�d had to wait until
they were alone to do it.

Sanada slipped a c.d. into the
player and turned the volume down � just enough that the music would only be
audible to the two of them. When the
first few strains of one of Yukimura�s favorite songs began to play, he blinked
in surprise. Sanada was going to sing
this?

The bigger boy made his way back to
the loveseat that Yukimura was seated on, holding his hand out as he eased his
hat off and tossed it on the sofa. He
would never allow the others to see him this way, to witness this closeness
that was nobody else�s business, but he meant to let Yukimura know exactly
where he ranked in Sanada�s list of priorities.

He was Sanada�s only priority.

�Dance with me?� He asked, that familiar voice low and
rough. Yukimura couldn�t repress his
obvious happiness and his eyes shone with all that he felt as he took Sanada�s
hand and allowed his friend � his love � to help him up.

Taking the slighter boy into his
arms, so careful when he held him, Sanada turned them in time with the
music. They moved together, not so much
dancing as simply swaying together.
Sanada rested one hand at the middle of Yukimura�s back and rubbed his
palm there, feeling the other boy�s welcome solidity beneath his sweater. Yukimura twined his arms around Sanada�s neck
and rested his cheek against that broad, strong shoulder.

They didn�t speak � they didn�t need
to � and after a few moments, Sanada began to hum next to Yukimura�s ear. He knew this song that Yukimura loved, had
obviously cared enough to learn to appreciate it, as well. Closing his eyes, he held Yukimura a little
tighter and sang softly to the boy that he loved.

�Beautiful
things are beautiful, I think; we who yearn for them,

By understanding something, by being able to understand, we can be healed.�

Yukimura smiled, reminded himself that what he was feeling was joy and not
sorrow � after so long, it wasn�t sorrow.
He pressed his lips to Sanada�s neck and took a steadying breath. �I love you,� he whispered.

Sanada hugged Yukimura, spun him in a slow circle, lips pressed close to
his friend�s ear to speak the words he�d been waiting so long to say. �Seiichi��

Whatever sentiment he�d been about to offer was lost in Yagyuu�s very
indignant, very indignified yelp from abovestairs. Yukimura tipped his head, listening
carefully, though he didn�t let go of Sanada.

�For the love of God, Yanagi, you�re supposed to be fixing my
computer!� He yelled over Niou�s
delighted snicker of amusement, nothing of the gentleman he was known as.

Sanada grabbed Yukimura�s hand and led him up the stairs, following the
sound of Niou�s laughter. �Holy shit,
Akaya � where you been hiding that all this time?�

Yagyuu�s well modulated voice rose a notch.
�You could have at least used a towel.�

Sanada paused, half-way up the stairs and turned to Yukimura. �I don�t think I want to know,� he hissed.

Yukimura snorted, brushing past Sanada and dragging him along behind. �Too
bad.�

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One More Saturday Night ~ St. Rudy/Rikkaidai