reposting fic here for simplicity
Pairing: Sana/Kiri
Rating: R-NC17, not sure
Notes: AU. inspired by an RPG - Sanada, Kirihara, Niou and Echizen are in a band together, but that's not really important. PWP, mostly.
The August dusk is warm and humid, and Sanada is lightly sweating as he walks back to the apartment. He hasn't bothered to remove his apron - it doesn't impede his steps, and the strange looks he receives from others are easily ignored. The sensation of moisture against his forehead is reminiscent of all the years he wore his cap, and as such he doesn't even notice the deli hat that still remains on his head. At this point, it is doubtful that even someone running directly into Sanada would disturb him.
He pounds up the stairs, and only pauses for a fraction of a second before he tears the door open. Breathing a small sigh of relief at seeing that his roommate's belongings are still there, he tears off his apron and hat and throws them on the floor. Customers who insisted that he had ruined their order, or complained about the speed of the service, had done little to make his already-miserable day any better.
Sanada shoves a blanket aside and sits down on their couch - his makeshift bed for the last week. He presses the palms of his hands into his eyes until the pressure building makes him see colored patterns. Taking his hands away, the light of the room slowly filters back into his eyes, and he winces. He can't remember another time when he has been so tired.
Not feeling especially inclined to do homework, but without anything else to do, Sanada lies down on the couch. With luck, he'll be able to fall asleep and avoid Akaya this way. He doesn't bother to take his shoes off, and instead kicks at the blanket. It is far too hot for it anyway.
He throws his arm across his eyes, settling into his artificial darkness. He supposes he deserves this "punishment," although this is probably only because he has been agonizing over his argument with Akaya for days. Originally, he had been indignant, almost furious. It was hardly his fault that Niou had relapsed into his drug abuse, and that his supposed boyfriend had dragged him off to some rehabilitation center in Hokkaido. Nor was he to blame for Echizen's sudden disappearance - although they had just seen him on TV as a backup singer for some band in America. Akaya, however, had accused him of it all.
At the time, Sanada had dismissed the issue altogether. The band had started to become less important to him as classes started again, and if he were completely honest with himself, he was content simply being able to spend time with Akaya. Kousan was only something else to distract him, something else to be concerned about. It had been fun, but he had never wanted the fame or the rivalries.
What he hadn't considered, however, was how much it meant to Akaya.
As Sanada had tried to explain why they shouldn't be concerned about the band - that it was just a phase they shouldn't have expected to continue forever, Akaya had gotten increasingly angry, his eyes more bloodshot than Sanada had seen in months. Sanada couldn't even remember exactly what Akaya had said, but he realized now that the other boy (and potentially, everyone else in the band) had expected him to be the one to keep them together. He had thought he was only the drummer, it wasn't like he wrote songs or actively pursued gigs or anything, but evidently he had been the only one capable of organizing them all.
He had shouted back at Akaya, saying that he didn't need the extra responsibility, and that he didn't understand why he had to be the one to babysit the rest of them. Akaya's eyes had darted around the room, presumably looking for a door to slam, but finding nothing, knocked over the bookcase and declared that Sanada was not allowed to cross over to his side of the room again. Sanada had shouted back that Akaya was currently on his side of the room, on his bed, but Akaya hadn't replied.
They haven't exchanged a word since.
Sanada was already regretting his words as soon as he saw Akaya knock over the bookcase, and now, a week later, he has told the empty walls of their apartment that he's sorry over a hundred times. His pride, however, will not let him apologize directly.
Finally realizing that continuing to obsess over this will not actually be beneficial to him in any way, Sanada surrenders to sleep.
~/~/~
After getting the key caught at least three times, Kirihara slams open the door. He walks right back out again as he realizes Sanada is lying unconscious on the couch, and is a floor and a half below his own before he understands that he is being somewhat ridiculous. He slowly steps up the stairs, far more quietly this time, and peeks in the door such that only one of his eyes and a few curls of his hair would be visible. Sanada is still asleep, feet dangling over the edge of the couch, mouth slightly open. Kirihara inches the door open, wincing as the hinges squeak loudly, but Sanada doesn't even flinch. Kirihara makes it inside, and lets out a sigh of relief as he accepts that his roommate really does sleep like the dead.
He walks over to his side of the room, tossing his keys on the floor, and flops down on Sanada's bed. He stares up at the ceiling for a few minutes, before finally deciding he has Things to Resolve. Kirihara knows that he was probably overly harsh on Sanada, but he wasn't by any means wrong. He still can't believe Sanada didn't care about the band. After all they had worked on, and everything they had accomplished, how could he be so apathetic?
Kirihara is still irritated, but after a week of sleeping alone, his anger is beginning to wane. After all, with Niou across the country, and Echizen out of the country, there was little they could do at the moment. So, instead of wrapping the blankets tightly around him and using the television to lull him to sleep, Kirihara steps delicately over the wreck of the bookcase and back into Sanada's half of the room.
His roommate looks anything but peaceful asleep. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he exhales with more force than seems natural, such that it makes a small "whuff"ing sound. The only part of his body that looks relaxed are his eyes, which are lightly closed.
Kirihara creeps around to the front of the couch, so close to Sanada's face that he can feel his breath on his cheeks. If Sanada were to open his eyes now, he would probably scare himself badly enough to break Kirihara's nose. Although the yelp his roommate would make has the potential to be blackmail material for a lifetime, Kirihara does not relish the idea of a trip to the hospital. Struggling to come up with something else to do, the curly-haired boy rummages through his pockets, finally producing a Sharpie that he had been using to label new prices at the pet shop.
A few moments later, feeling accomplished and pleased with himself, Kirihara pushes Sanada back into the couch and lies flush against him. This is satisfactory for a minute, but then Kirihara's balance on the couch is precarious, and he has to strain himself to stop from falling off. Then, he finds a solution - he takes Sanada's arm away from his eyes and wraps it around his waist. He can feel Sanada instinctively moving nearer to him, tightening his grip. Kirihara closes his eyes in pleasure, tugging on his roommate's arm to bring him even closer. He has missed this.
However, the two of them are now too close to the edge of the couch, and Kirihara's eyes fly open as he falls off, bringing Sanada with him.
The impact with the floor is painful, and Kirihara thinks his vision goes dark for a second. When he can see again, he is looking straight into Sanada's rather angry-looking eyes. It isn't like he has much of a choice - their fall has Sanada pinning him to the floor. Eventually, though, the anger fades from Sanada's eyes, and is replaced by something more like bewilderment. The taller, heavier boy starts to pull away, perhaps to try to figure out what could have possibly happened that got him into the situation, but Kirihara frees one of his arms and manages to catch it around Sanada's neck. He tugs down, and before Sanada can really process what is going on, seals their lips together.
Sanada hesitates for a moment, and starts to try to say something, but Kirihara bites down on his lip harder than what would probably be necessary. Then, Sanada's only movement away from Kirihara is to make sure that he isn't cutting off any circulation to his limbs.
Kirihara pushes his tongue into Sanada's mouth, and grinds his hips up against the other boy's. The moan that comes from Sanada's mouth is better than any sound Kirihara has heard all week, and makes him think that maybe he should start fights with his roommate more often.
He starts to try to push Sanada off of him, to reverse their positions, but the taller boy's mouth is hot, needy, and insistent, and Kirihara decides that it may not be a worthwhile pursuit. Plus, Sanada's hand is pressing down on his hip, and it isn't really within his capacity to move.
It is only a few moments later, when Sanada is attending to a certain patch of skin just below his jaw, that Kirihara can feel Sanada's erection pressing into his thigh. Kirihara is privately amused that he is able to have this much of an effect on Sanada this soon after he was sleeping, but it doesn't take much effort to stop himself from laughing. The humor of the situation nearly disappears entirely when Sanada is pulling off their shirts, and Kirihara realizes there are far too many clothes between them.
Their previous argument flickers through Kirihara's mind for a moment, and he feels vaguely guilty for not at least trying to talk to Sanada about it. However, as Sanada's teeth graze over his nipple, he hisses in pleasure and understands that maybe, somehow, they've both already apologized enough.
Somehow, Sanada has done away with both Kirihara's shorts and his boxers without him really noticing, but the sudden moisture of Sanada's mouth around the tip of his cock is impossible to ignore. Kirihara is glad for the floor as he feels his knees go weak, failing to support him for a moment. Sanada's tongue runs along his length and it is all Kirihara can do not to gab at his hair, but then Sanada is also placing a cool, wet finger inside of him, and it is Kirihara who lets out a yelp that could be used for blackmail, if Sanada was not so preoccupied. The sensation is uncomfortable and strange, and Kirihara is momentarily unsure if he is really ready for this. However, Sanada's questioning expression from around his cock, even as he presses in another finger, leaves no more doubt in his mind.
He knows he is dangerously close to coming, and Kirihara tries to make some kind of noise to warn Sanada of this. Just then, Sanada pulls his mouth back, and the only thing stopping Kirihara from making a groan of disappointment is Sanada's grin as he moves his hand to replace his mouth, and his other to remove the rest of his clothes.
Kirihara knew this would hurt - his conversation with Yagyuu had made that abundantly clear, but knowing this can not stop him from wincing in pain as Sanada thrusts himself in further than he would have thought possible. Then, though, he stops - Kirihara thinks he is just giving him time to adjust, but as he finally manages to open his eyes, Sanada is looking at him with an expression of intense concern. Kirihara grins weakly, and Sanada pushes himself in again, and Kirihara's only coherent thought is to wonder why they hadn't done this before.
In what could be minutes, hours, or days later, they are both still lying on the floor, gross and sticky and sweaty. Kirihara lifts his hand, although it takes effort, and gestures to where he presumes the other side of the room is, and asks "Bed?" Sanada nods, and with what Kirihara thinks must be superhuman strength, manages to get both of them safely over the broken bookshelf and into his bed.
Kirihara tries to say something else, something that he thinks is important, but Sanada silences him by encircling him in his arms and tugging him close to his chest. Kirihara is only too happy to sleep.
~/~/~
It isn't until Sanada is washing his hands in the school bathroom the next day that he realizes someone had written "Property of Kirihara Akaya" on his forehead in permanent marker, and that it will likely be days before he can remove it.
Rating: R-NC17, not sure
Notes: AU. inspired by an RPG - Sanada, Kirihara, Niou and Echizen are in a band together, but that's not really important. PWP, mostly.
The August dusk is warm and humid, and Sanada is lightly sweating as he walks back to the apartment. He hasn't bothered to remove his apron - it doesn't impede his steps, and the strange looks he receives from others are easily ignored. The sensation of moisture against his forehead is reminiscent of all the years he wore his cap, and as such he doesn't even notice the deli hat that still remains on his head. At this point, it is doubtful that even someone running directly into Sanada would disturb him.
He pounds up the stairs, and only pauses for a fraction of a second before he tears the door open. Breathing a small sigh of relief at seeing that his roommate's belongings are still there, he tears off his apron and hat and throws them on the floor. Customers who insisted that he had ruined their order, or complained about the speed of the service, had done little to make his already-miserable day any better.
Sanada shoves a blanket aside and sits down on their couch - his makeshift bed for the last week. He presses the palms of his hands into his eyes until the pressure building makes him see colored patterns. Taking his hands away, the light of the room slowly filters back into his eyes, and he winces. He can't remember another time when he has been so tired.
Not feeling especially inclined to do homework, but without anything else to do, Sanada lies down on the couch. With luck, he'll be able to fall asleep and avoid Akaya this way. He doesn't bother to take his shoes off, and instead kicks at the blanket. It is far too hot for it anyway.
He throws his arm across his eyes, settling into his artificial darkness. He supposes he deserves this "punishment," although this is probably only because he has been agonizing over his argument with Akaya for days. Originally, he had been indignant, almost furious. It was hardly his fault that Niou had relapsed into his drug abuse, and that his supposed boyfriend had dragged him off to some rehabilitation center in Hokkaido. Nor was he to blame for Echizen's sudden disappearance - although they had just seen him on TV as a backup singer for some band in America. Akaya, however, had accused him of it all.
At the time, Sanada had dismissed the issue altogether. The band had started to become less important to him as classes started again, and if he were completely honest with himself, he was content simply being able to spend time with Akaya. Kousan was only something else to distract him, something else to be concerned about. It had been fun, but he had never wanted the fame or the rivalries.
What he hadn't considered, however, was how much it meant to Akaya.
As Sanada had tried to explain why they shouldn't be concerned about the band - that it was just a phase they shouldn't have expected to continue forever, Akaya had gotten increasingly angry, his eyes more bloodshot than Sanada had seen in months. Sanada couldn't even remember exactly what Akaya had said, but he realized now that the other boy (and potentially, everyone else in the band) had expected him to be the one to keep them together. He had thought he was only the drummer, it wasn't like he wrote songs or actively pursued gigs or anything, but evidently he had been the only one capable of organizing them all.
He had shouted back at Akaya, saying that he didn't need the extra responsibility, and that he didn't understand why he had to be the one to babysit the rest of them. Akaya's eyes had darted around the room, presumably looking for a door to slam, but finding nothing, knocked over the bookcase and declared that Sanada was not allowed to cross over to his side of the room again. Sanada had shouted back that Akaya was currently on his side of the room, on his bed, but Akaya hadn't replied.
They haven't exchanged a word since.
Sanada was already regretting his words as soon as he saw Akaya knock over the bookcase, and now, a week later, he has told the empty walls of their apartment that he's sorry over a hundred times. His pride, however, will not let him apologize directly.
Finally realizing that continuing to obsess over this will not actually be beneficial to him in any way, Sanada surrenders to sleep.
~/~/~
After getting the key caught at least three times, Kirihara slams open the door. He walks right back out again as he realizes Sanada is lying unconscious on the couch, and is a floor and a half below his own before he understands that he is being somewhat ridiculous. He slowly steps up the stairs, far more quietly this time, and peeks in the door such that only one of his eyes and a few curls of his hair would be visible. Sanada is still asleep, feet dangling over the edge of the couch, mouth slightly open. Kirihara inches the door open, wincing as the hinges squeak loudly, but Sanada doesn't even flinch. Kirihara makes it inside, and lets out a sigh of relief as he accepts that his roommate really does sleep like the dead.
He walks over to his side of the room, tossing his keys on the floor, and flops down on Sanada's bed. He stares up at the ceiling for a few minutes, before finally deciding he has Things to Resolve. Kirihara knows that he was probably overly harsh on Sanada, but he wasn't by any means wrong. He still can't believe Sanada didn't care about the band. After all they had worked on, and everything they had accomplished, how could he be so apathetic?
Kirihara is still irritated, but after a week of sleeping alone, his anger is beginning to wane. After all, with Niou across the country, and Echizen out of the country, there was little they could do at the moment. So, instead of wrapping the blankets tightly around him and using the television to lull him to sleep, Kirihara steps delicately over the wreck of the bookcase and back into Sanada's half of the room.
His roommate looks anything but peaceful asleep. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he exhales with more force than seems natural, such that it makes a small "whuff"ing sound. The only part of his body that looks relaxed are his eyes, which are lightly closed.
Kirihara creeps around to the front of the couch, so close to Sanada's face that he can feel his breath on his cheeks. If Sanada were to open his eyes now, he would probably scare himself badly enough to break Kirihara's nose. Although the yelp his roommate would make has the potential to be blackmail material for a lifetime, Kirihara does not relish the idea of a trip to the hospital. Struggling to come up with something else to do, the curly-haired boy rummages through his pockets, finally producing a Sharpie that he had been using to label new prices at the pet shop.
A few moments later, feeling accomplished and pleased with himself, Kirihara pushes Sanada back into the couch and lies flush against him. This is satisfactory for a minute, but then Kirihara's balance on the couch is precarious, and he has to strain himself to stop from falling off. Then, he finds a solution - he takes Sanada's arm away from his eyes and wraps it around his waist. He can feel Sanada instinctively moving nearer to him, tightening his grip. Kirihara closes his eyes in pleasure, tugging on his roommate's arm to bring him even closer. He has missed this.
However, the two of them are now too close to the edge of the couch, and Kirihara's eyes fly open as he falls off, bringing Sanada with him.
The impact with the floor is painful, and Kirihara thinks his vision goes dark for a second. When he can see again, he is looking straight into Sanada's rather angry-looking eyes. It isn't like he has much of a choice - their fall has Sanada pinning him to the floor. Eventually, though, the anger fades from Sanada's eyes, and is replaced by something more like bewilderment. The taller, heavier boy starts to pull away, perhaps to try to figure out what could have possibly happened that got him into the situation, but Kirihara frees one of his arms and manages to catch it around Sanada's neck. He tugs down, and before Sanada can really process what is going on, seals their lips together.
Sanada hesitates for a moment, and starts to try to say something, but Kirihara bites down on his lip harder than what would probably be necessary. Then, Sanada's only movement away from Kirihara is to make sure that he isn't cutting off any circulation to his limbs.
Kirihara pushes his tongue into Sanada's mouth, and grinds his hips up against the other boy's. The moan that comes from Sanada's mouth is better than any sound Kirihara has heard all week, and makes him think that maybe he should start fights with his roommate more often.
He starts to try to push Sanada off of him, to reverse their positions, but the taller boy's mouth is hot, needy, and insistent, and Kirihara decides that it may not be a worthwhile pursuit. Plus, Sanada's hand is pressing down on his hip, and it isn't really within his capacity to move.
It is only a few moments later, when Sanada is attending to a certain patch of skin just below his jaw, that Kirihara can feel Sanada's erection pressing into his thigh. Kirihara is privately amused that he is able to have this much of an effect on Sanada this soon after he was sleeping, but it doesn't take much effort to stop himself from laughing. The humor of the situation nearly disappears entirely when Sanada is pulling off their shirts, and Kirihara realizes there are far too many clothes between them.
Their previous argument flickers through Kirihara's mind for a moment, and he feels vaguely guilty for not at least trying to talk to Sanada about it. However, as Sanada's teeth graze over his nipple, he hisses in pleasure and understands that maybe, somehow, they've both already apologized enough.
Somehow, Sanada has done away with both Kirihara's shorts and his boxers without him really noticing, but the sudden moisture of Sanada's mouth around the tip of his cock is impossible to ignore. Kirihara is glad for the floor as he feels his knees go weak, failing to support him for a moment. Sanada's tongue runs along his length and it is all Kirihara can do not to gab at his hair, but then Sanada is also placing a cool, wet finger inside of him, and it is Kirihara who lets out a yelp that could be used for blackmail, if Sanada was not so preoccupied. The sensation is uncomfortable and strange, and Kirihara is momentarily unsure if he is really ready for this. However, Sanada's questioning expression from around his cock, even as he presses in another finger, leaves no more doubt in his mind.
He knows he is dangerously close to coming, and Kirihara tries to make some kind of noise to warn Sanada of this. Just then, Sanada pulls his mouth back, and the only thing stopping Kirihara from making a groan of disappointment is Sanada's grin as he moves his hand to replace his mouth, and his other to remove the rest of his clothes.
Kirihara knew this would hurt - his conversation with Yagyuu had made that abundantly clear, but knowing this can not stop him from wincing in pain as Sanada thrusts himself in further than he would have thought possible. Then, though, he stops - Kirihara thinks he is just giving him time to adjust, but as he finally manages to open his eyes, Sanada is looking at him with an expression of intense concern. Kirihara grins weakly, and Sanada pushes himself in again, and Kirihara's only coherent thought is to wonder why they hadn't done this before.
In what could be minutes, hours, or days later, they are both still lying on the floor, gross and sticky and sweaty. Kirihara lifts his hand, although it takes effort, and gestures to where he presumes the other side of the room is, and asks "Bed?" Sanada nods, and with what Kirihara thinks must be superhuman strength, manages to get both of them safely over the broken bookshelf and into his bed.
Kirihara tries to say something else, something that he thinks is important, but Sanada silences him by encircling him in his arms and tugging him close to his chest. Kirihara is only too happy to sleep.
~/~/~
It isn't until Sanada is washing his hands in the school bathroom the next day that he realizes someone had written "Property of Kirihara Akaya" on his forehead in permanent marker, and that it will likely be days before he can remove it.