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[kat8cha]

Title: Sanada's Orgasm
Author: kat8cha
Series: Orgasms (Part 1 Part 2)
Pairing: Pre-OT5, TezuRyo, SanadaAtobe, AtobeTezuka, Atobe/Tezuka/Ryoma
Warning: Masturbation, unbeta'd
Rating: R
Summary:  Sanada finds himself thinking of things he shouldn't

"Perhaps if he had never been the average guy, he would have considered himself a happy man. But the average guy knows that pleasure is a disease."

 

Sanada doesn't like to think of what he and Atobe do in dark rooms. He doesn't like thinking about what he and Atobe do in well-lit rooms either, but it's easier to pretend the dark rooms don't exist. Sanada can press the memory of Atobe sprawled on silk sheets, hair mussed and lips bruised from kissing, cum sliding down his thighs because he and Sanada have just finished, into a dark hole inside of his mind. Ignoring what he and Atobe do in the light of day, and Atobe pounces him whatever time he likes, haunts Sanada. During showers with his team Sanada will feel the ghostly touch of Atobe's lips on the back of his shoulder, and remember the feel of pressing Atobe against a cool wall, hot water creating a wall of steam around them, a flimsy and temporary escape from the world, and Sanada had drilled Atobe into the linoleum.

 

Atobe is a sensual creature though and Sanada cannot deny him. If Sanada was to turn Atobe down, like Sanada has turned down others, Atobe would just as willingly found someone else. He and Atobe are jealous people, possessive of anything they claim as 'theirs'. Atobe flirts though and Sanada cannot stand that, he wants Atobe to be his and his alone.

 

Atobe has only once seriously considered another, and jealousy fiercely boiled inside of Sanada when he saw the looks Atobe directed Tezuka Kunimitsu's way. Luring Atobe to the weight room had not been difficult, Atobe had barely needed to be lured at all, and knowing that there would undoubtedly be visitors Sanada and pinned Atobe to the weight bench, stripped his shorts and prepped him, plowing into Atobe.

 

Fuji Syuusuke had stood in the doorway while Sanada had prepared Atobe. Sanada had not realized Fuji was there.

 

Atobe had.

 

It had been a show, and that fact made something hot and dangerous burn in the pit of Sanada's stomach. There was also, maybe, the need for repayment. Fuji had gotten a free show out of Atobe and Sanada, and an unknown one from Sanada. Sanada thought that reciprocation would be nice.

 

The thought of Fuji Syuusuke, splayed wantonly under someone, or bending someone over, his delicate body pressing someone into soft sheets and a hard mattress made Sanada's cheeks color. "It used to happen to my Hiro all the time." The little old lady on the bus patted Sanada's arm and Sanada mumbled something, tugging his hat down and fleeing the bus as soon as they reached his stop. Stumbling into his home Sanada toed off his shoes and plodded to his room. The house was eerily silent, but Sanada took no chances, locking his bedroom door before he pulled out the lotion and a box of tissues.

 

Atobe would be open to playing around. Sanada could see it. Atobe would invite Fuji over for a match, or maybe Atobe would want someone less dangerous but still a challenge. Tezuka Kunimitsu was a challenge.

 

So was Echizen Ryoma.

 

Sanada bit his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut. Echizen was young, too young for Sanada to be thinking about like that, but he had old eyes. Echizen's eyes challenged you, igniting a fire that not even Atobe had stoked in Sanada, a fire that not even Yukimura would have been able to control. Echizen wouldn’t' step back from a challenge and if he was invited for some time with Atobe and Sanada…

 

Atobe'd want Echizen's mouth, he'd want to shut up the little brat's 'mada mada dane' once and for all. He doubted Echizen would be very good at sucking cock, unless someone had been giving him lessons.

 

It was possible though. Sanada growled as he tightened his grip, stroking himself harder. Tezuka was awful close with the brat, and the entire Seigaku team was touchy feely. Considering the way the Rikkai tennis team reacted to 'touchy feely' Sanada would bet that there was more then a fair share of fucking going on in the Seigaku locker rooms. Maybe Tezuka had pressed Echizen up against the lockers after a match, or had pinned the brat to the tennis court, taking him after a long hard match.

 

Shuddering Sanada squeezed his eyes further shut, his panting labored and his heart rate climbing. The wrist and ankle weights he had yet to take off weighed him down, making him feel heavy, heavy and powerless under his rarely used imagination. Sticky clear drops drip from his cock, sliding over his fingers and dropping to the growing wet stain in his bedspread. Atobe joins Tezuka and Echizen, cornering the Seigaku buchou and pinning him the same way Tezuka is pinning Echizen and Sanada growls as he feels orgasm overwhelm him.

 

His mouth tastes like blood and Sanada dabs at his mouth with his clean hand. At some point in his imaginings he bit his lip. Or maybe that was when he came. Fishing tissues from the box Sanada wipes himself clean, his dick and balls tingling, hyper sensitive, under his touch.

 

It is another image, another memory, to suppress and hide. Sanada has to think of tennis, of his team, and cannot afford to let lust distract him.