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.

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A desperate moan rose from the back and it shook his soul. He covered his mouth and shut his eyes. He would not respond to this, his eyes would not go to witness this.

The moan came again, lingering now, wavering as he could hear the tears in each plea. He covered his ears, breathing hard.

He would not -he couldn’t. Not again.

“Sanada....please?”

It was desperate. So desperate and he didn’t know what to do.

Tears formed in his own eyes as the pleas turned to curses in the very air and he lowered his head between his knees.

“No...” he whispered. “Please no...Seiichi don’t do this...”

The curses dropped off and all he heard now was crying. Sobbing really and Sanada fisted his hands in his hair.

He had to let him recover. He had to.

****Year and a Half Ago****

“You should be glad, your friend is going to make a full recovery.” the doctor looked over the charts, smiling. “Now, at first he’ll have to continue on a light pain medication, some low dose morphine, but he should be alright after a few weeks.”

Sanada Genichirou nodded, smiling at his friend. The young man was pale but beautiful, waif-like now that his muscle mass had gone away from a lengthy hospital stay.

“You can go home.”

The doctor had exited then and the boy reclined into his pillows, his blue black hair shining in the sunlight pouring from the window. He closed his eyes and spoke.

“...I can’t.”
“What? The doctor just said -.”
“No...my parents they got divorced...the money from all the hospital bills and their marriage was -.” he reached out, taking Sanada’s hand without looking. “Genichirou.”

“I don’t understand Buchou.”

“Please don’t call me that...” he sighed, suddenly hating the childhood nickname. “I’m not leading anything anymore...”

Sanada just stared for a moment. “What about...all your things and -.”

“Storage.” he took his hand away. “I’ll figure something out. I will.”

The silence grew until Sanada spoke again.

“You can stay with me.”

“I couldn’t...”

“I have my own apartment.”

Yukimura looked at him, his eyes tearful and sad. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You never are.”

A look passed between them and the frail boy dug his fingers into the other’s back when he finally kissed him. There was a knock at the door and they separated, Yukimura holding his hand to his chest as he called out, staring into Sanada’s face, his cheeks flushed.

“Yes?”

The door opened and a black haired head poked in, a boy smiling. “He’s awake.”

The door opened further and a serious looking dark skinned youth frowned at the boy still leaning. “Kirihaya. Move.”

Yukimura brightened up. “Jackal -kun...Kirihaya...”

Other people crowded the door, one silver haired boy balancing a gift on his finger. “Hai, hai Buchou ”

The boy covered his face. “That was YEARS ago ”

The group came in, Sanada standing with a smile. This would certainly cheer Yukimura up.


After the group left, Yukimura was indeed in better spirits. He looked around the room where he’d lived for six months and bowed before leaving the room, Sanada waving from down the hall.

When they got to Sanada’s apartment, Yukimura was shown where he could put his things and given the small tour. The place wasn’t super small, but he could tell from the money Sanada made teaching Kendo, that it was enough.

He folded another one of his shirts and put it in the bottom drawer, wondering where he was going to sleep when Sanada came next to him, reading his mind.

“I...would like it if you slept here in the bedroom.”

He smiled and nodded, taking the kiss that came. They moved over to the bed and Yukimura hissed suddenly, the color draining from his face.

“Genichirou...” he moaned, reaching for his bag.

“What? Are you in pain?” he rushed for the bag, having no idea what to look for. “The morphine?”

Yukimura nodded, whimpering as he collapsed into the bed.

Sanada hurried, taking out the alcohol wipe and looking at the prescription. “Why did they give pills....”

“No pills...” the boy breathed, convulsing in pain. “Please, hurry...”

The other boy nodded, drawing out the exact measure and holding his arm, the veins quite visible on his pale arm. Once it was in, Yukimura relaxed immediately, his fingers curling and gripping the comforter. He gasped and began to cry.

“I’m so sorry...”

“It isn’t your fault...” Sanada sat next to him, holding him and rubbing his back. “It will pass. The doctor said so. You’ll be totally fine soon.”

Yukimura sniffed and nodded, tired eyes glancing at the pinprick of blood on his arm. He drew his arm back to him and licked it, his eyes fluttering closed.

“...Seiichi?”

Yukimura flinched, eyes snapping open. “I -I -It was bleeding. It was bleeding.”

Sanada looked at him, taking the arm and reaching for the bandages he’d gotten out as well. He took a cotton ball and a blue band aid and placed it over the spot.
“There.”

The pale boy nodded. “Yes...” He blushed and looked at Sanada’s hand on his arm. “You’re so much darker than me...perhaps...I should tan?”

The raven haired youth leaned forward and pressed his lips to the other’s forehead. “Never...”

A whimper escaped Yukimura’s mouth as he was pressed into the bed. His eye closed and he purred.