[PoT]:: Sanada/Yanagi, Niou/Yanagi/Yagyuu.
Title: Research Methods.
Pairing: Sanada/Yanagi
Rating/Contains/Word count: PG/759
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Sanada discovers something new to do.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For petitefee24
Sanada woke up disoriented; he rubbed blearily at his eyes with one hand, the other trying to wipe the drool from a text book. It took him a few minutes of staring blankly at his watch before he recognized what time it was. Next to him, Renji was sprawled out on the futon, snoring softly, using his history notebook as a pillow. Sanada sat up, wincing at how stiff he was, unsure as to how long he had been asleep. Exams were looming, and the time not devoted to actual class, and practice were spent at his house, either Renji or Yukimura with him, studying.
He got to his feet, stretched, muscles continuing to protest. There was a pile of blankets on his bed, proof that his mother had been in and checked on them at some point. A note rested on top, explaining that there was dinner in the fridge if they woke up hungry. Sanada tossed the note into the trash, and carefully stepped over Renji to turn off the television which was playing an infomercial for some sort of blind cleaner.
"Genichirou?" Renji murmured, turning on the futon. Sanada winced at the painful sound of paper being pulled from Renji's face.
"It's late." Sanada replied. "Too late for you to go home, my mother called yours and told her that you'd stay the night." Renji sat up, yawned widely, and attempted to put the sheet of notes back into the notebook.
"Are you hungry?" Now that he was up and moving, Sanada was ravenous. "There's curry downstairs." He watched as Renji got to his feet, far more gracefully than Sanada had.
"I'll make some tea then." They went into the kitchen, Renji moving around just as comfortable in Sanada's home as he was his own. They didn't have school the next day, and when Sanada checked his phone, Yukimura had changed the morning practice to an afternoon one.
"Seiichi's been worried about entrance exams." Renji murmured, reading the text over Sanada's shoulder.
"We all are." Even Niou had taken a keen interest in studying harder, and smarter. He and Yagyuu had been hunkered down in the library, for once both studying. The tea that Renji had picked was spicy and fragrant, Sanada watching as Renji poured two cups and set them at the table. The curry was easily reheated, Sanada putting the container into the microwave to reheat.
"Genichirou," Renji's fingers closed around his wrist. Sanada turned, concerned by the other boy's tone. Seconds stretched out between them, before Renji closed the space, pressed his lips to Sanada's.
Sanada twisted his hand slightly, breaking the hold on his wrist, hand taking Renji's fingers interlacing. It was as though a switch went off in the back of his mind, and rather than strange, it felt good. Renji's tongue pushed past his lips, deepening the kiss, and Sanada tugged, pulling the boy closer to him. He tugged too hard, and they toppled, off balance, Sanada's back slamming into the edge of the counter. Pain forgotten flared white hot behind Sanada's eyelids, only to be forgotten when Renji moaned. Their kiss was clumsy and awkward, and a little too wet, and Sanada wasn't too sure what to do with his other hand.
The beeping sound of the microwave finishing startled them, and they pulled apart, Renji moving a few steps away, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt. Sanada laughed, nervously, a little too loudly when he noticed that it was the microwave, and not someone walking into the kitchen. He pulled the container out, trying to hide how his hands shook slightly. He fixed their plates, and set them at the table.
"Why didn't you say something before?" Surprisingly, his voice was steady, though his heart was threatening to pound out of his chest. He liked the way Renji's lower lip was swollen, and the high wash of color on the other boy's face.
"You've never been one to talk, Genichirou." Renji replied.
"Can we do it again?" The question was out of his mouth before Sanada could come up with a smoother way to say it. He could still feel Renji's mouth against his, and the press of his body. Kissing could lead to touching, and touching could lead to other things. Sanada blushed, ducking his head as his brain helpfully suggested other places for Renji to use his mouth.
"Your mother did say I was staying the night." The way Renji shifted made Sanada grin. "I'd be more than happy to explore further with you."
Title: Changing of the Guard.
Pairing: Niou/Yanagi/Yagyuu
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/700
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Yanagi has difficulty letting go.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For petitefee24
The afternoon had started off innocently enough, Yukimura suggesting that they go and watch Kirihara’s first practice as acting captain of the high school team. Yukimura, Sanada and Yanagi had watched from the top of the bleachers, careful to keep out of sight. Yukimura and Sanada wandered off when Kirihara figured out they were there, but Yanagi stayed to watch. There was a certain pride in the way Kirihara held himself, and once again, Yanagi felt that their legacy would be preserved.
"Yo, Data Man." Niou sidled up to him. Yanagi nodded in response.
"I think he can handle it." There was a wicked joy to Niou’s words, along with an underlying sense of pride.
"Seiichi and Genichriou seem to have the same opinion."
"Even if he fucks up, he has to learn."
"Please refrain from using vulgarity while we’re still on school grounds, Niou-kun." Yagyuu spoke up from Yanagi's left.
Yanagi felt the weight of Kirihara’s gaze, and taking both Sanada’s and Niou’s words into consideration, he turned and started walking away from the courts. Twin sets of footsteps followed after him. Niou alone was something to be wary of. No one, including Niou at times, Yanagi suspected knew what the man was capable of. However, when Yagyuu was tossed into the mix it was explosive. They worked together, without speaking, simply understanding each other’s intentions and movements with silent communication. Yanagi still hadn’t figured it out, despite knowing both of them for years.
"What are you going to do in there?" Niou spoke up again. Yanagi had the key to the supply shed in his hand.
"Is there something you need?" Yanagi answered the question with a question, unlocked the shed, and stepped inside. His shadows followed as well, the door closing and locking behind him.
"You try to play it so cool, Data-man." Niou blocked Yanagi’s progress. "He’ll be fine."
"I’m concerned for the well-being of-"
"Kirihara-kun." Yagyuu interrupted him. "But you have to let him grow up. Let him make mistakes. He knows that we’ll be around for him." There was warmth at Yanagi’s back. Yagyuu was close enough to him that Yanagi could feel the rise and fall as Yagyuu breathed.
"You have to learn how to relax." Niou stepped closer. He reached out, hand gripped Yanagi’s blazer, pulled him in, mouth sealing over Yanagi’s.
There was a moment of hesitation, the shock rendering Yanagi motionless. The kiss was light, allowing for Yanagi to pull away, that realization made Yanagi only press closer. He responded to the kiss, mouth parting under Niou’s deepening the kiss. He jerked slightly when he felt Yagyuu’s hands on him, gentle and warm, the touch moving down his back, over his hips to his torso.
The second kiss was hungry and possessive, Niou’s hand at the back of Yanagi’s head, keeping him close. Yanagi moaned into Niou’s mouth, Yagyuu’s touch had moved under his shirt, hands teasing and drawing more sounds from Yanagi. Kisses rained down on the back of Yanagi’s neck, along his shoulder, and it took everything to support himself. Yagyuu and Niou worked together, clouding all thought, all coherency fleeing from Yanagi’s mind.
"Lean back." Niou’s lip brushed against Yanagi’s when he spoke.
Yagyuu’s fingers were gentle, tipping Yanagi’s face toward him. Yanagi lost count of how many times the kissed, both Yagyuu and Niou taking their time with him. Yanagi wasn’t much more than a trembling mess between them, leaning heavily on Yagyuu, Niou’s mouth sucking at the curve of Yanagi’s neck.
"Niou-kun," Yagyuu’s voice rumbled in his chest, moving through Yanagi. Niou lifted his head, lips swollen from kisses, eyes dark and lazy. His hair had come out loose, giving him a wild, debauched look. Yanagi wanted to reach out, tangle his hands in it, and take Niou’s mouth for his own.
"Practice will be over soon. I think we should take this elsewhere." Yanagi shivered, the brush of Yagyuu’s lips on his skin as he spoke almost too much.
"What do you say Yanagi?" Niou smirked. "Want to come home with me and Yagyuu?" The familiar tone, and the way Niou dragged the other man’s name out, snapped Yanagi back to the here and now.
"Yes."
Pairing: Sanada/Yanagi
Rating/Contains/Word count: PG/759
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Sanada discovers something new to do.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For petitefee24
Sanada woke up disoriented; he rubbed blearily at his eyes with one hand, the other trying to wipe the drool from a text book. It took him a few minutes of staring blankly at his watch before he recognized what time it was. Next to him, Renji was sprawled out on the futon, snoring softly, using his history notebook as a pillow. Sanada sat up, wincing at how stiff he was, unsure as to how long he had been asleep. Exams were looming, and the time not devoted to actual class, and practice were spent at his house, either Renji or Yukimura with him, studying.
He got to his feet, stretched, muscles continuing to protest. There was a pile of blankets on his bed, proof that his mother had been in and checked on them at some point. A note rested on top, explaining that there was dinner in the fridge if they woke up hungry. Sanada tossed the note into the trash, and carefully stepped over Renji to turn off the television which was playing an infomercial for some sort of blind cleaner.
"Genichirou?" Renji murmured, turning on the futon. Sanada winced at the painful sound of paper being pulled from Renji's face.
"It's late." Sanada replied. "Too late for you to go home, my mother called yours and told her that you'd stay the night." Renji sat up, yawned widely, and attempted to put the sheet of notes back into the notebook.
"Are you hungry?" Now that he was up and moving, Sanada was ravenous. "There's curry downstairs." He watched as Renji got to his feet, far more gracefully than Sanada had.
"I'll make some tea then." They went into the kitchen, Renji moving around just as comfortable in Sanada's home as he was his own. They didn't have school the next day, and when Sanada checked his phone, Yukimura had changed the morning practice to an afternoon one.
"Seiichi's been worried about entrance exams." Renji murmured, reading the text over Sanada's shoulder.
"We all are." Even Niou had taken a keen interest in studying harder, and smarter. He and Yagyuu had been hunkered down in the library, for once both studying. The tea that Renji had picked was spicy and fragrant, Sanada watching as Renji poured two cups and set them at the table. The curry was easily reheated, Sanada putting the container into the microwave to reheat.
"Genichirou," Renji's fingers closed around his wrist. Sanada turned, concerned by the other boy's tone. Seconds stretched out between them, before Renji closed the space, pressed his lips to Sanada's.
Sanada twisted his hand slightly, breaking the hold on his wrist, hand taking Renji's fingers interlacing. It was as though a switch went off in the back of his mind, and rather than strange, it felt good. Renji's tongue pushed past his lips, deepening the kiss, and Sanada tugged, pulling the boy closer to him. He tugged too hard, and they toppled, off balance, Sanada's back slamming into the edge of the counter. Pain forgotten flared white hot behind Sanada's eyelids, only to be forgotten when Renji moaned. Their kiss was clumsy and awkward, and a little too wet, and Sanada wasn't too sure what to do with his other hand.
The beeping sound of the microwave finishing startled them, and they pulled apart, Renji moving a few steps away, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt. Sanada laughed, nervously, a little too loudly when he noticed that it was the microwave, and not someone walking into the kitchen. He pulled the container out, trying to hide how his hands shook slightly. He fixed their plates, and set them at the table.
"Why didn't you say something before?" Surprisingly, his voice was steady, though his heart was threatening to pound out of his chest. He liked the way Renji's lower lip was swollen, and the high wash of color on the other boy's face.
"You've never been one to talk, Genichirou." Renji replied.
"Can we do it again?" The question was out of his mouth before Sanada could come up with a smoother way to say it. He could still feel Renji's mouth against his, and the press of his body. Kissing could lead to touching, and touching could lead to other things. Sanada blushed, ducking his head as his brain helpfully suggested other places for Renji to use his mouth.
"Your mother did say I was staying the night." The way Renji shifted made Sanada grin. "I'd be more than happy to explore further with you."
Title: Changing of the Guard.
Pairing: Niou/Yanagi/Yagyuu
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/700
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Yanagi has difficulty letting go.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
For petitefee24
The afternoon had started off innocently enough, Yukimura suggesting that they go and watch Kirihara’s first practice as acting captain of the high school team. Yukimura, Sanada and Yanagi had watched from the top of the bleachers, careful to keep out of sight. Yukimura and Sanada wandered off when Kirihara figured out they were there, but Yanagi stayed to watch. There was a certain pride in the way Kirihara held himself, and once again, Yanagi felt that their legacy would be preserved.
"Yo, Data Man." Niou sidled up to him. Yanagi nodded in response.
"I think he can handle it." There was a wicked joy to Niou’s words, along with an underlying sense of pride.
"Seiichi and Genichriou seem to have the same opinion."
"Even if he fucks up, he has to learn."
"Please refrain from using vulgarity while we’re still on school grounds, Niou-kun." Yagyuu spoke up from Yanagi's left.
Yanagi felt the weight of Kirihara’s gaze, and taking both Sanada’s and Niou’s words into consideration, he turned and started walking away from the courts. Twin sets of footsteps followed after him. Niou alone was something to be wary of. No one, including Niou at times, Yanagi suspected knew what the man was capable of. However, when Yagyuu was tossed into the mix it was explosive. They worked together, without speaking, simply understanding each other’s intentions and movements with silent communication. Yanagi still hadn’t figured it out, despite knowing both of them for years.
"What are you going to do in there?" Niou spoke up again. Yanagi had the key to the supply shed in his hand.
"Is there something you need?" Yanagi answered the question with a question, unlocked the shed, and stepped inside. His shadows followed as well, the door closing and locking behind him.
"You try to play it so cool, Data-man." Niou blocked Yanagi’s progress. "He’ll be fine."
"I’m concerned for the well-being of-"
"Kirihara-kun." Yagyuu interrupted him. "But you have to let him grow up. Let him make mistakes. He knows that we’ll be around for him." There was warmth at Yanagi’s back. Yagyuu was close enough to him that Yanagi could feel the rise and fall as Yagyuu breathed.
"You have to learn how to relax." Niou stepped closer. He reached out, hand gripped Yanagi’s blazer, pulled him in, mouth sealing over Yanagi’s.
There was a moment of hesitation, the shock rendering Yanagi motionless. The kiss was light, allowing for Yanagi to pull away, that realization made Yanagi only press closer. He responded to the kiss, mouth parting under Niou’s deepening the kiss. He jerked slightly when he felt Yagyuu’s hands on him, gentle and warm, the touch moving down his back, over his hips to his torso.
The second kiss was hungry and possessive, Niou’s hand at the back of Yanagi’s head, keeping him close. Yanagi moaned into Niou’s mouth, Yagyuu’s touch had moved under his shirt, hands teasing and drawing more sounds from Yanagi. Kisses rained down on the back of Yanagi’s neck, along his shoulder, and it took everything to support himself. Yagyuu and Niou worked together, clouding all thought, all coherency fleeing from Yanagi’s mind.
"Lean back." Niou’s lip brushed against Yanagi’s when he spoke.
Yagyuu’s fingers were gentle, tipping Yanagi’s face toward him. Yanagi lost count of how many times the kissed, both Yagyuu and Niou taking their time with him. Yanagi wasn’t much more than a trembling mess between them, leaning heavily on Yagyuu, Niou’s mouth sucking at the curve of Yanagi’s neck.
"Niou-kun," Yagyuu’s voice rumbled in his chest, moving through Yanagi. Niou lifted his head, lips swollen from kisses, eyes dark and lazy. His hair had come out loose, giving him a wild, debauched look. Yanagi wanted to reach out, tangle his hands in it, and take Niou’s mouth for his own.
"Practice will be over soon. I think we should take this elsewhere." Yanagi shivered, the brush of Yagyuu’s lips on his skin as he spoke almost too much.
"What do you say Yanagi?" Niou smirked. "Want to come home with me and Yagyuu?" The familiar tone, and the way Niou dragged the other man’s name out, snapped Yanagi back to the here and now.
"Yes."