|miko_no_da (miko_no_da) wrote,|
@ 2010-07-06 09:04:00
|Current music:||Akaku Someru Tsuki - Kirihara Akaya|
[Fic] Kink Bingo - Smacking/Slapping - Sanada/Kirihara
I triple-checked the rules, and G-rated stories are allowed. This isn't terribly erotic in and of itself, but someone could easily eroticise it if this is a kink they enjoy, so it counts. Never thought I'd write a non NC-17 kink bingo fic, but there are a couple of squares in my card this year that may end up this way.
If you've only seen the anime this may startle you. In the manga Sanada slaps Kirihara hard when he catches him tormenting people on the street courts. Possibly other times as well, but that's the one I've seen for myself. I get the impression corporal punishment is still a lot more common in Japan than in North America these days. On the other hand if you've only read the manga, the bit about the oni may not make much sense, as I understand that the Senbatsu training camp arc wasn't in the manga.
Series: Prince of Tennis
Warnings: It's a fic for kink bingo. It's kinky, and... not X-rated, oddly. Nuff said.
Punishment is only a deterrent to bad behaviour if it's not also a reward.
The sharp crack of flesh striking flesh was as distinctive as the sound of a tennis ball hitting the sweet spot on the racquet - and, at least on the Rikkaidai courts, nearly as common.
Kirihara's head rocked back from the force of the blow, his neck twinging in protest. The sting of it actually followed the sound, as if his brain couldn't consciously process the painful sensation until his ears told him what had happened.
For a moment he just stood there with his face turned away, breathing hard and struggling to collect himself. The burn of the backhanded slap stretched from his jaw across his cheekbone, ending just below his eye. Sanada was strong, with one of the most feared backhand volleys in all of Tokyo, and he hadn't pulled the blow at all. He never did.
Kirihara loved him a little for it.
Working his jaw to make sure it was only bruised, Kirihara finally turned to look at his vice-captain. Sanada gave him a flat look in return, the expression in his eyes closer to dissatisfaction than anger. That was the part Kirihara didn't like so much; Sanada was one of only two people in the world whose opinion Kirihara actually gave a flying fuck about. He didn't like disappointing the older boy.
But oh, gods, it was worth it for that instant of shock, of connection, when everything snapped into place and the only thing in focus was that moment in reality.
"Ten laps," Sanada said. "Next time it will be twenty. Go."
Kirihara went. His cheek throbbed with each step he took, keeping him grounded and centered. This one felt like the pain might last the whole evening, and the thought made some of the tension in his shoulders ease.
Practice was over before he was finished, and people were already leaving the clubhouse. He couldn't stop his feet from dragging a little as he made his way to his locker; it had been a brutally hard practice, and ten laps on top of that had thoroughly exhausted him.
"Hey, you're three for three this week, Akaya," Marui joked as Kirihara joined the other Regulars. "Not a single practice without pissing Sanada off enough to hit you."
"I swear it seems like you deliberately provoke him sometimes," Niou drawled. Halfway through stuffing his racquet in his bag, Kirihara froze. "You sure you're not enjoying it a little too much?"
Breathing in slowly through his nose, Kirihara forced himself to start moving again."You can only say that 'cause he's never hit you," he retorted when he was certain his voice would stay steady. "I'm gonna lose teeth one of these days."
A locker door slammed, and Kirihara glanced over to see Sanada zipping up his jacket. The senior was watching him, his face so carefully blank that Kirihara couldn't tell what he was thinking. Was he annoyed by them treating the discipline issue like a game? Or was he wondering if Niou was right?
With an effort Kirihara managed to produce a cheeky grin, and tossed a jaunty salute at Sanada, hoping the sweat on his face would be written off to the hard practice. If Sanada ever realized that Kirihara regarded the slaps as a reward, not a punishment, he would lose the one thing he'd found that helped to ground him.