Sanada/Kite Drabbles

Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis. I don’t own the characters. I am using them without permission. I also am not writing this to make any profit from it.

Stonemen
Pairing: Sanada/Kite, mention of Sanada/Niou
Rating: R
Authors Notes: A drabble for a contest.

It was cold. It was so very very cold. Kite had never liked the cold. He hated the cold. It was not something he enjoyed in the least. He was from the islands, where when the weather was still in the high 7os, he was already in a jacket for warmth. Here, when the temperature dropped into the negative numbers, it was purely his own personal version of hell. He tried not to show it though. He tried to deal with it as stoically as possible. He was not made of stone though. He was not made of stone and even he could feel the bite of the cold on those frigid nights when even the dozen blankets on his bed here not enough. Sanada was very aware of all these facts…but that did not explain why he had suddenly woken to the feel of a strong, slender, lanky body in his bed.

At first he thought it was Niou. Niou had a habit of doing that. It would always wake Kite up. His roommate was a notoriously light sleeper. He could so much as twitch slightly and Kite would be awake in a half a second. The stoic kendoist never understood why that was. But he also knew it was because the man was like him. Hard…Stoic. More mountain than man. Two people, carved of stone and just as talkative to one another. But it was not Niou in his bed. When he cracked an eye and looked down, he found himself with the vision of Kite.

“Hnnn?” He was rather confused by it. When had Kite crawled into his bed? And why? He shifted and the martial artist followed, burrowing into his warmth. Sleeping face unguarded. Normally styled hair down and soft. Glasses long forgotten, but with little indents on his nose from where they usually rested. There was just the smallest smile to those lips, that looked so full. Full and warm, just like the tanned boy cuddled against his own hard frame.

It was almost a shock to Sanada to see. They had been room mates since the start. But he had never ever seen Kite look like this. He had never seen Kite look weak or vulnerable. Lightly he moved again, so that he chest would pillow the man. Kite was light. Sanada had never realized how light the agile martial artist was… Light…and in the darkness… Even Sanada could admit the Okinawan was attractive. More than attractive. Because he knew when the other was awake he was powerful. He was strong like Sanada was strong. He was a capable tennis player and a accomplished fighter. He followed the old traditions of his homeland…He was…

Sanada lightly pushed a lock of hair out of Kite’s face. It was soft. So very soft. It was surprising. He would have thought all that product in it every day would have ruined it. Destroyed the texture. But it was soft and thick and he couldn’t help but pet through it unconsciously, bringing a sigh to the other’s sleeping lips. A sigh…lips parted, a tongue came out to moisten them…temping.

Sanada was not made of stone either. He rolled slightly and ducked his head down. Lightly, just slightly he pressed a small kiss to those full lips. Just to see what it was like. Kite stirred and his heart stopped for a moment. The wiry boy shifted again and settled back into sleep, arms twined around Sanada’s strong frame. Sanada sighed and laid back to glare at he ceiling. Because Sanada was not made of stone…but a part of him was sure doing a good impression of rock.