Locked In

by fulminata

Summary:

Clean up duties.

With graduation right on the horizon, it becomes the duty of the outgoing seniors to retrieve any personal items that have been confiscated. As the Public Morale Committee president, Sanada takes on the task with aplomb, almost happily throwing away any of the many items taken from Niou's locker during inspection.

"That's my watering can," Yukimura says from the doorway, stepping into the supply room fully. He grabs the item from a high shelf and dusts it off. "When did this get here?"

"Turn it over," Sanada says simply as he tosses yet another box of hair dye designed to hide grey into the massive trash can.

Yukimura blows some of the cobwebs away. July 2nd, 12:14pm reads the Sharpie-on-masking-tape label. "And to think I bought a new one because I thought it had blown off the roof."

"Hn."

"Is anything in there actually useful?" he asks, putting the watering can on an already-cleared shelf.

"There was a pair of yellow fuzzy handcuffs."

The navy-haired tennis player's eyes widen and he smiles, reaching his hand into the bag to see if he could feel for them. Sanada smacks it away.

"You don't want to know where they've been," he says darkly. "They weren't exactly yellow when I found them."

"Gross," Yukimura says, crinkling his nose in disgust.

"I didn't think I needed to warn you."

Before Yukimura can argue, a strong gust of wind slams the metal door shut, plunging the supply room into yellow-hued murkiness. He tries the door, but it doesn't budge. Frowning, he pulls out his phone, holding it up for a signal. The concrete blocks everything but one bar and it isn't enough to call out on.

"Do you have your phone?" he asks.

"It's in the locker room."

"Lovely." Yukimura pounds on the door, but he can hear the ball machines and the far away thwack of racket on ball.

"There's really no use," Sanada says, throwing more items into the trash bag, not bothering to check if they are salvageable.

"Use your muscle and open it then," he orders, slipping into buchou voice naturally.

Sanada rolls his eyes, but stops cleaning. He steps around Yukimura and tries the door, pushing as hard as he can. It doesn't budge.

"Well?"

"Nothing." Sanada frowns, stepping back then charging forward to slam his shoulder into the door.

Yukimura grabs his other arm and pulls him back. "Don't hurt yourself. Renji will come around eventually."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I thought you might have been able to do it without hurting yourself."

Sanada grunts, then pushes on the door again. Yanagi needed to come sooner rather than later. The temperature was already rising in the room and he doesn't exactly feel like being caught half-naked because he is hot. Yukimura pulls him away from the door.

"We can just wait."

"Or you can help me finish."

"Not if you have anymore sex toys on those shelves. I don't need to know what Niou gets up to when he's not sleeping on the roof or on the court."

"Renji can take care of the rest then." Sanada sits next to the door and rests his head against the wall, closing his eyes.

Yukimura sighs and clears a space next to him. He tries his phone again, but the signal is completely gone. Putting it away, he leans against Sanada.

"How long do you think it will take?"

"Probably not until the end of practice," Sanada answers.

"Hmm."

"What are you thinking? I don't have anything on me and I'm not using anything that's been confiscated."

"Buzzkill."

"Would you like me to use those handcuffs on you?"

"No. That's disgusting. You're ruining the moment."

"I didn't know there was a moment to ruin."

"Jerk."

"Hn."

Sanada smirks at him, then reaches up and slips his fingers underneath Yukimura's headband, pushing it away. He watches Yukimura close his eyes as he tugs the cloth free from his hair.

"Now you want to do something?"

"Why not take the opportunity of being locked in where no one will interrupt for awhile?"

Yukimura hums and moves to sit in his lap. "Do you know how many laps you'll be running if we do?" he asks, leaning down and resting his forehead against Sanada's. He closes the gap and kisses him, keeping himself steady by placing his hands against the wall.

"I have a fair idea," Sanada says in a low voice, running his hands underneath Yukimura's jersey.

A shiver runs up his spine. "Really? Because I could make it so much worse."

"Believe me, I know." He adjusts slightly underneath Yukimura and finishes pulling off his jersey, dropping it on top of the headband.

"Oh? Do you now?"

Sanada kisses him again, hand firm on the small of Yukimura's back and pulling him closer. Yukimura sucks in a breath, gripping Sanada's shoulder until his knuckles turn white. He jerks forward, pushing his hips down. Their bodies moving slowly parallel to the floor as their kisses become more heated. Yukimura slides his leg in between Sanada's, pressing his knee against his groin. He smirks as Sanada groans, the sound thick and strangled.

"Don't ruin your shorts, Genichirou," he says, breaking away.

Yukimura knows that their lips will be swollen, but he doesn't mind as Sanada twists and tugs at his hair, sucking furiously at his collarbone. He turns his head to give him better access, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

"I should have known."

His eyes snap open, Sanada releases the suction grip on his neck, and they both look towards the door, now open and pouring sunlight into the supply room.

"Hi Renji," Yukimura says.

"Genichirou, I suggest removing your hand from Seiichi's ass before the rest of the team sees fit to join me. Seiichi, put back on your jersey and headband. Both of you think of your mothers nude to diminish your erections. You have less than three minutes."

Yanagi steps into the room and picks up where Sanada left off while they try to make themselves mostly presentable. When they finish, he hands Yukimura the watering can, then reaches out to adjust his headband.

"Thanks," Sanada says.

"It was no trouble." Yanagi gives them a small, knowing smirk and leaves the supply room.

Sanada and Yukimura exchange a look before following.