Log: Atobe and Sanada office call
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tennis_hellWhen: A recent weekday
Where: Atobe’s office
Who: Sanada, Atobe, a couple of unfortunately bystanders
What: Sanada brings his boyfriend coffee at work. Atobe gives his boyfriend a tour of the office.
Rating:V for Vanilla. PG for some kissing
Sanada hadn’t exactly been in the area but he was closer than usual and his schedule was surprisingly free for rest of the day. So somehow, Sanada had found himself in front of the little coffee shop Atobe and him had gone on their not date date still dressed in the hakama he had worn while doing some guest coaching at a kendo club.
Ever since Atobe had told him about his trouble with his assistants, Sanada had been intrigued to know what the current one was like. And he knew how Atobe got absorbed into his work. So a coffee and a few pastries from his favourite shop seemed like the perfect excuse to give Atobe a break and to let him meet some of Atobe’s staff.
The lady who ran the cafe was more than happy to help Sanada get Atobe’s favourite drink and point out some pastries she thought he’d enjoy and Sanada only had to put up with a bit of teasing about being such a handsome and caring boyfriend for it. It didn’t seem quite as embarrassing this time since Atobe and him were actually dating now. With a smile and a promise to return with Atobe someday soon, he headed into the Atobe office and got himself a visitor’s pass. He was surprised at how easy it was since he expected he’d have to call up to Atobe for help. But either the company had very lax security or Atobe had somehow thought to add him to the list of approved visitors. Sanada liked to think it was the latter and couldn’t help the small smile on his face as the elevator brought him up to the floor Atobe’s office was on.
When he stepped out, he made sure he was heading in the right direction and then stopped in front of a well dressed redhead, who had to be Atobe’s assistant. “Hello. I’m here to see Atobe Keigo,” He said. He hoped Atobe wasn’t in the middle of a long meeting.
A wicked smile briefly crossed the woman’s face and she spoke first in French. “You must be Genichirou,” she said more to herself than to Sanada himself. She nodded to him, now speaking in only slightly accented Japanese. “Sanada-kun, I take it? I’ll let Keigo know you’re here.” There was a sing-song to her voice that was unmissable. She picked up the phone to buzz Atobe on the intercom, speaking to him in French, again - somewhere in there was mention of Sanada’s name, once more. “He’ll be right with you, you can have a seat if you’d like,” she assured him as she set the phone back down.
Sanada blinked at hearing his first name though he wasn’t sure what else was said around it. And then nodded when he she asked if he was Sanada. How did she know who he was? He had been expecting to have to introduce himself, not get this amused reaction. “I’m fine standing,” Sanada said still trying to figure out who this new French speaking assistant was and why she didn’t seem to question why he was here to see Atobe.
After a few minutes, Atobe made his way out to the reception area wearing a full suit and tie with his hair partially tamed by some sort of product. “Hopefully Olivie didn’t give you too much trouble,” he said, glancing Sanada over. Sanada looked like a fish out of water dressed in hakama - Atobe wondered how many strange looks he’d earned from the point he came in the front door until he made it to the second to top floor. He was not expecting to see him at the office so it was taking his brain some time to catch up with the news that he was there. He was also holding what looked suspiciously like coffee and pastries from the shop by the building.
“I would never,” Olivie retorted, scandalized. She looked between them, folding her hands over her lap.
Sanada couldn’t help his eyes from trailing over Atobe’s body in the wonderfully fitted suit. Though he rather thought Atobe’s hair had looked best that night during his half-birthday when it was all mussed up and out of control. “No trouble at all. Though she did seem to know who I was.” Which was still odd to him. The only people he was used to knowing who he was before he introduced himself were typically kendo enthusiasts.
Atobe shot an accusatory glance at Olivie and motioned for Sanada to follow him. On this floor of the building, there were floor to ceiling windows that all provided a beautiful view of the city and the bay beyond. The desks for the employees on this floor were primarily arranged together in a bullpen style, but there were also four offices on the far side of the room beyond the desks, a little coffee and refreshments bar, and some office equipment like copiers, shredders, laminators, and so on. One of the four offices, the second from the left, was labeled with Atobe’s name. He held open the door for Sanada and ushered him in.
The far wall of his office faced out toward the city with wall-to-ceiling windows. The two side walls of the office were covered in drawers, cabinets, filing cabinets, and other storage space. There was a comfortable meeting space with two small couches and a coffee table to the left of the large desk central to the room. There were two guest chairs on one side of the desk which Atobe bypassed to settle himself in his chair. To… explain Olivie.
“She has known me since birth,” Atobe explained. “Her parents are friends with my parents - they own a successful vineyard in France. She went to school here for a few years, but did most of her schooling in France.” She was currently holding down the position as Atobe’s assistant while he worked on hiring someone that was a little less… volatile. “I have probably spoken about you.” Basically non-stop for the past few weeks and definitely in his teen years when they were ass-deep in their rivalry.
Sanada looked around the office as he was led through it and then took in Atobe’s personal office a bit more closely as he walked to the desk and set the drinks and bag of pastries on it. He then sat down and made sure the folds of his hakama were laying just right as he listened to Atobe explain his current assistant. “Is the vineyard in the south of France?” Sanada asked wondering if Adrian would know it and feeling amused that he now knew another person with a connection to France and vineyards. It had certainly been an interesting year.
“Yes, actually. Why do you ask?” Atobe leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. He was fairly certain that the coffee and pastries were meant for them to enjoy together, but he got derailed getting him where there would be fewer questions from Olivie - and everyone else for that matter. He also made the mental note that he should probably introduce Sanada to his father if he was going to be coming to the office, again. This really was a wonderful surprise.
“Yukimura’s ex-boyfriend, Adrian, wants to show me around the area. I think he just wants to laugh as I get drunk on wine,” Sanada said. But even if that was the case, he still wanted to go. Adrian, when he wasn’t making out with his best friend, was really a cool guy. “Oh, and this is for you. It’s how you like it,” Sanada said handing over one of the cups to Atobe and taking the other for himself before offering the pastries to Atobe to take one.
Ah, well that explained it. “Perhaps you and I will need to make a visit,” Atobe said off-hand, as though one just made a casual trip out to France. “Thank you.” Atobe cradled the coffee between his hands with a warm smile. “This is a really nice surprise. Despite how Olivie made it seem, you have caught me completely off guard.” Though he wasn’t sure why it impressed him, it impressed him that Sanada remembered how he took his coffee. The little details like that were a strong suit for Sanada and it made Atobe feel like he was special to him.
“That would be nice. We could fly out together, spend a few days exploring and then you can visit Olivie’s family and I can let Adrian drag me around,” Sanada gave a soft chuckle at the thought of what that type of vacation would be like. But finding the time and justifying the expense of a trip like that meant it probably wouldn’t happen for some time yet. “And I was in the neighbourhood. So I thought I’d surprise you with a coffee break.” He wasn’t really in the neighbourhood. But closer than usual and that’s all that really mattered. No need to get stuck on the smaller details.
Atobe wondered how Sanada could possibly have been in the neighborhood, but it might explain the outfit, at least. Maybe he was teaching a class out this way, or something like that. He sipped his coffee confirming with a contented sigh that it was, in fact, the way he liked it, and didn’t hesitate to dig into one of the pastries Sanada brought for him. It was all delicious as he expected it to be. “That sounds lovely. Perhaps a spring get-away? If we’re going to enjoy the scenery, that would be the best time, I think.”
“We’ll see,” Sanada said noncommittally. It was probably a good idea to stop Atobe from planning out the whole trip today so Sanada tried to bring Atobe back to reality and today. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything today.” He thought Atobe could use the break but he also didn’t want to get in the way of anything important.
Atobe shrugged a shoulder noncommittally. “Nothing vital,” he replied. “Olivie will clear my schedule for a bit.” And did Sanada really come up here with coffee and pastries to talk about work, anyway? Atobe leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “More importantly, what have you been up to, today? You look like you’re dressed for the dojo.” Atobe felt like Sanada was the only person he knew who could wander around Tokyo on a random weekday afternoon in hakama and not look like a complete weirdo.
Sanada smiled at being able to get a bit of Atobe’s time and decided to grab a pastry for himself. He wasn’t overly hungry but they were just too delicious to resist when they were right there. “I was doing a guest lecture at a kendo club nearby. It’s something I do a couple of times a month at different places. I did a lot more in the summer, along with competitions and demonstrations.” He took pride in his kendo heritage and skills and being forced to give up tennis meant he had been able to double his focus on kendo. It was something he was happy to share with other clubs around the country and the world.
“Oh, you should have told me. I’d have come and watched.” Atobe finished off the first pastry, not able to catch himself before he licked his fingers clean. There was little in this world that he loved more than their pastries, and it sure was convenient now that he was at the office. “You should get me your schedule so I can coordinate my calendar around it.” If nothing else, it would give him an excuse to sneak out of the office for a bit on a few afternoons from the sound of things. “Unless I’m not invited?”
Sanada was about to say that it really wasn’t that interesting for someone not practicing kendo at a high level but before he could open his mouth his ability to form words was short circuited as he watched Atobe lick his fingers. He didn’t realize such an innocent action could make his body feel suddenly so heated and his stomach to flutter like it was. “Uhh…s-sure,” He squeaked out. Not really sure what he was just agreeing to.
Atobe paused at the way Sanada spoke, looking at him curiously. The cogs were moving slowly, but they did snap into place bringing into harsh relief that he had just been licking his fingers in front of Sanada and every little movement either of them made was becoming progressively more noticeable. Or progressively more noticed. Atobe found himself noticing the way Sanada’s eyes darkened, the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, that the garment sat against his chest. “Great,” Atobe said softly mostly to himself because he wasn’t sure Sanada could hear him.
Sanada wished there wasn’t a desk between them so he could tug Atobe close and kiss him again. Maybe mess up his styled hair, too. But actually, it was probably good there was a desk between them because it reminded Sanada that they weren’t tucked away in Atobe’s private condo but in his office at work. Sanada cleared his throat as if that would clear away the desire he suddenly felt and reached for his drink. “Do.. uhh.. Would you like to take classes?” There, that was a safe topic. He could talk about kendo for hours and typically not think about anything untoward.
“I wouldn’t mind some private instruction,” Atobe suggested, leaning his cheek in his hand and smiling luridly at Sanada. He was genuinely interested in learning at least some - he was trained in fencing, but it was quite a different sport than kendo. Not to mention, it was something integral to Sanada’s life, so he would like to learn more about it to understand what made him happy and what made him tick.
Sanada nodded eagerly at that, missing the blatant flirting Atobe was doing as he focused instead on a danish he had pulled from the bag earlier. “You’re always welcome to visit my family’s dojo.” He would work hard to shift schedules and find time to train Atobe whenever he wanted.
Atobe shook his head, accepting that his vague attempt at being flirtatious had fallen on deaf ears and dug into another pastry from the bag. Some sort of cheese danish, it looked like. Just as the first, it tasted divine. “Next time you are at the estate, I will have to show you the fencing studio. It’s not quite a dojo, but I think you’d find it comfortable and serviceable for your practice needs.” The estate was so large that even Atobe wasn’t fully convinced that he had seen everything that it had to offer. Yuushi probably had because he had a thing for snooping around and flirting with Atobe’s mother.
“Sure. Though the entrance hall or the room you hold your parties in would work, too. Kendo doesn’t really need much in the way of fancy space. Just ceiling height,” Sanada said. And if there was one thing the Atobe mansion had in abundance it was large spaces with tall ceilings. Doing kendo almost anywhere at the Atobe mansion would just be an issue of getting a few servants to help clear out some of the furniture.
Now Atobe was imagining Sanada roaming the halls of his family’s home with a bokken while the miffed staff just tried to stay out of his way. It really would be better for them to use the fencing hall where at least it was designed for such things. “I just feel like that might cause more work for the staff,” he suggested with a chuckle. “Furniture and decorations to consider, you know.”
“I think your big parties cause more work for the staff,” Sanada said. But there was an indulgent tone to his voice. Atobe wouldn’t be Atobe if he wasn’t throwing ridiculous parties as often as he could. “And kendo is about controlled movements. I wouldn’t hit anything.” He couldn’t speak for Atobe who would still be learning but Atobe was athletic enough that he should have enough control over his body to not go careening off into antique heirlooms.
“Ha!” Atobe couldn't argue with Sanada that the big parties were a burden on the staff, but they did always get bonuses or extra days off out of it… it evened out. Controlled movement, on the other hand, had not been their strong suit, lately. “We will see if our movements are controlled if you do the dishes,” he joked.
Sanada tilted his head curiously at Atobe’s comment and then realized just what he was implying and felt heat rising to his cheeks. “Oh… well… practice makes perfect,” He said and then hastily reached for his drink to help hide what he was sure were his red cheeks.
“Are we talking about kendo? Dishes?” Atobe grinned wickedly at Sanada as he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.
Sanada was thankful he wasn’t actually drinking his latte and was just hiding behind his cup. He cleared his throat and glanced over his cup at Atobe and decided to be a little bold. “Everything,” He said. Because it was a good motto for basically everything in life, even if some of the implied things they could practice made him feel awkward and excited in turn.
That seemed like an invitation if Atobe had ever heard one. He got to his feet and went to the other side of the desk. He settled himself on one of Sanada's knees and leaned in to brush his lips over his neck. “I guess I'm going to have to play hooky so I can practice.” If there was one thing Atobe found maddeningly attractive about Sanada, it was his scent. And he was in perfect position to enjoy just that.
Sanada watched Atobe move around the desk but hadn’t expected to be sat on. He quickly moved a hand to Atobe’s back to make sure he didn’t fall, the other flailing about with his cup before he could reach across Atobe to put it safely back on the desk. With making sure he didn’t dump a hot drink on either of them, it took a moment for Atobe’s words and touches to sink in causing him to blush even more deeply as his eyes widened. “Oh… well… okay,” He said as his brain failed to work properly. He should mention that playing hooky wasn’t good. But it was really hard to muster up any sort of protest with Atobe’s weight comfortably settled on his lap like it was.
Atobe smiled softly against Sanada's skin, resting there a moment before drawing away to meet his eyes. “If I'm going to do that, I ought to let my father know I'm leaving. And Olivie.” He lifted one of his hands to brush it over Sanada’s cheek. “We could stop off at the store to get the makings of dinner and pick up Duke at doggie daycare…”
Sanada tilted his head a little into Atobe’s touch and returned the affection by gently rubbing circles on Atobe’s back. This felt nice. And Atobe’s suggestions sounded even nicer though he still wasn’t sure ditching work should be encouraged. “And what are you going to tell them?” Sanada asked. He didn’t want to make a bad impression on Atobe’s father and family friend.
That was a good point. Olivie would suspect him immediately. His father… well, that was another matter. “No point telling Olivie anything other than the truth, she’s going to assume that, anyway.” He brushed his thumb over Sanada’s cheek thoughtfully. “As for my father… well, it’s not as though he has never left work early just because, before.” Atobe Keiichi was actually somewhat notorious for it - if there was a particular client in town that was a good friend, it did not take much to drag him away from his desk.
“Hmm… and what truth are we telling are her?” Sanada asked. He was tempted to turn his head and nip at Atobe’s thumb. But he thought that was a weird impulse so instead kept his teeth to himself.
“That…” Atobe hesitated for a moment, feeling uncharacteristically shy. “I wish to be with you, darling.” He glanced down after saying it, long, blonde lashes resting half-shut.
Sanada’s breath caught in his throat and came out in a weird choking sound. He wasn’t sure if it was from the sentiment behind Atobe’s words or the ridiculous petname he’s trying out. Sanada is quite sure darling does not suit him. But he didn’t want Atobe to think he doesn’t appreciate the words or the attempt at finding something cute and private to call him. But he also didn’t want Atobe to call him darling again anytime soon, so he solved both problems by sliding his hand up to the back of Atobe’s head and pulling him in for a light kiss.
Atobe returned the kiss gently, his eyes closing fully. A new emotion bubbled up in his stomach, this time - it didn’t feel like what he was feeling when they were in the kitchen or the nerves of meeting with Sanada in the coffee shop the first time. This was much more awful because it seemed to travel from his stomach, through his chest, up through his throat and was warm and fluttery. He hated it. Probably.
Sanada let his own eyes close and gave a soft hum of pleasure as the kiss continued. Kissing Atobe could so easily become addictive as the more they did it, the more Sanada enjoyed it and the more he wanted to do it again. It was a vicious cycle but one that Sanada didn’t want to break. His fingers carded through Atobe’s hair gently, undoubtedly messing it up, as they continued to kiss, content to do so until Atobe decided to pull away.
A few stray hairs swept over Atobe’s forehead as the gentle touch loosened what the hair product had held nicely in place. He echoed the sound Sanada made with a deep, throaty hum of his own, tilting his head a touch as he pulled himself closer. Though he kept the kiss gentle, he brushed Sanada’s lower lip with his teeth as he drew away enough to make eye contact once more. That feeling had turned into a ball of fire burning in his chest. He was either about to have a heart attack or...
Sanada’s eyes blinked open slowly as he caught his breath from the kiss. Looking at Atobe, he couldn’t help but give voice to the first thought that floated through his head. “You’re beautiful,” He whispered. And then just had to reclaim Atobe’s lips in a kiss. He felt like he might come apart if he didn’t.
Sanada would not be the first, or last, person to think that of Atobe, but he was the first to say it to Atobe’s face in a way that Atobe cared to acknowledge. Despite being surrounded by legions of adoring classmates, friends, staff, family, and so on throughout his life, very few saw fit to tell Atobe to his face what they appreciated or admired about him. He heard it in whispers in the halls. He read it in articles in magazines or blog posts after interviews. So few knew the bullying he had endured in his young years before moving back to Japan and how it had hardened him against authenticity, how it had built up the “Atobe-sama” persona that he wore all too comfortably.
His brow furrowed and he found himself kissing Sanada more urgently. He had never been anyone but himself around Sanada, even when they were younger. Something about his abrupt earnesty was infectious. So to hear someone who was looking at the “real” Atobe in the eyes and seeing someone beautiful, even if he only meant that Atobe looked good in a suit, moved Atobe to the core.
Sanada startled as the kiss intensified but he didn’t even dream of dare trying to push Atobe away or slow the kiss. Instead, he moved his other arm around Atobe to keep him close and tight against him as he did his best to match each move Atobe made in their kiss. Who knew that kissing could be so thrilling?
Atobe was all too glad to lose himself in the kisses, as well. He knew he was making soft sounds, but they would not travel through the walls of the office or the thick door. He wrapped both his hands up in the fabric of Sanada’s clothing over his chest, clutching tight as though Sanada might get away.
Sanada liked how Atobe’s hands moved to clutch at him, as if he didn’t want to let him go, or as if he trusted Sanada to keep him safe and close. He gave a soft moan at the thought and let his fingers grip a little onto Atobe’s hair so he could better angle his head to keep pursuing the kiss. It was probably unseemly to make out in an office, but Sanada didn’t really care about propriety at the moment.
So lost was Atobe in the kiss that he missed the first time his phone buzzed in his pocket. He probably would have missed the second, too, if it weren’t for the fact that the notifications were coming in rapid succession. As much as he would love to just reach into his pocket and silence his phone, it was probably Olivie and it was probably important. Atobe broke the kiss, his breath coming almost in gasps as he checked the screen of his phone.
I know you’re making out with Genichirou in there, it said in French. Why don’t you just go home? It was followed by a string of about fifteen kissy emoji, hearts, sparkles, two men together, etc. to keep the notifications coming.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Olivie,” Atobe muttered in English, texting her back to tell her that he was going home and if she was really that curious, they could talk about it later. He looked back at Sanada, almost sheepish. “I guess our lengthy silence was suspicious.”
Sanada was confused when Atobe stopped kissing him and more so when he pulled out his phone. At least until he glanced at it and saw all of the emojis flowing by as Atobe scrolled to the end. “Oh… well… we could have been nosier,” Sanada said. And then realized just what type of noises that would imply and he had just meant talking or something and not anything lewd but now that he’d said it and the thought was in his head, he really wouldn’t mind hearing those sorts of noises from Atobe. Because the soft little sounds he had made had made Sanada’s head swirl with pleasant thoughts and feelings. But those weren’t the type of noises that should be made at work and he was sure his face looked like a tomato by now.
Also flushed, Atobe agreed, “those sorts of noises should probably be explored in the privacy of the home.” He certainly wanted to explore what sort of noises Sanada might make under such circumstances. He let out a shaky breath, disengaging himself from Sanada and standing, once more. His feet were a little less certain under him than they had been when he first sat down. More to himself than to Sanada, but certainly audible, Atobe murmured, “The things you do to me, Sanada Genichirou.”
Sanada reluctantly let Atobe go and helped him off of his lap. He would have liked to hold him close a bit longer but since Atobe’s assistant already called them out on kissing, it was best not to push he supposed. But at Atobe’s words, Sanada couldn’t help the smug grin that took over his face. Just like he couldn’t help reaching out to pull Atobe back in for another quick kiss.
As he drew away this time, Atobe gave Sanada a smug look in return. “Don’t let it go to your head.” He knew what a tall order that was going to be.
Sanada just smirked at that. Even if he did let it go to his head, his ego would still be quite a lot smaller than Atobe’s. But he kept that thought to himself, he could tease Atobe about his ego later. For now, he stood up and tried to straighten out his clothes the best he could. “Do you need to call your father before we head out?” He asked.
Atobe resettled his hair as much as was possible and ran his hands down his suit to straighten it. “He’s in the office beside this one, I can just poke my head in…” Though he had said that Sanada should meet his father. It wasn’t like there was going to be a better time to do so and there were certainly worse ways. “I can introduce you,” he suggested.
“He’s beside us?!” Sanada said slightly concerned about that. If Olivie could tell they were making out in Atobe’s office, could his father? That was not the first impression he wanted to give the older man. And he was still in the hakama he had worn to the kendo lecture. He should be in a well pressed suit, or at least a fancier kimono when he met Atobe’s father. And he wasn’t even sure what his hair looked like right now. He brought a hand up to try and smooth it down just in case any bits were sticking up.
Atobe laughed and rested one hand on Sanada’s chest. “You look good, you don’t need to worry about that.” Still, he made a couple small adjustments to finish straightening the garment - it was only fair since he had made a mess of it to begin with. He certainly looked presentable enough to be in the office building. “I’m sure he didn’t hear us.”
Sanada gave a small huff but smiled a little as Atobe helped to fix his clothes. He supposed he could have reached over to help smooth down some of Atobe’s hair a bit more but the horrible part of his brain liked it mussed up too much to want to do something sensible like that. Besides, he rather thought Atobe deserved having some unruly hair with those less than reassuring words and being dragged off to suddenly meet his father. “I thought his office would be further away.” Like the top floor and in the corner, far away from any chance of hearing what was going on in Atobe’s office.
“He and I work together, that would be very inconvenient,” Atobe said reasonably, doing one more pat down his suit to make sure he didn’t look like a wreck. “Let’s just get this over with and then we can stop working ourselves up over it.” He strode confidently to the door and opened it - no one in the office reacted, everyone was busy with their tasks. That was, except for Olivie who glanced at him from across the room and gave him a sweet little wink. Minx.
Atobe didn’t wait to make sure Sanada followed him before gently knocking on his father’s office door. He heard his father say, “come in,” gruffly from the other side. It was the tone of a man who had just had a terrible meeting or phone call which gave Atobe only momentary pause before opening the door. HIs father’s office was nearly identical to his own, a bit bigger and with a built in bar stocked well with aged brandies. His father sat behind the desk looking weary like he had not slept or eaten in a day or two. They had common features, certainly, but Atobe always thought he looked more like his British mother with the bright blue eyes and blonde hair.
“If you have a moment, Father,” Atobe said, leaning against the door to prop it open. “I’d like to introduce you to someone.” The words seemed to spark the fighting spirit in Keiichi who straightened to face the door properly.
“Certainly, come on in, Keigo.” Keiichi motioned his son, and guest, into the room.
Before Sanada could object to Atobe’s plan to get this over and done with, he was already out the door leaving Sanada with no option but to follow unless he wanted to look like a coward in front of his boyfriend. That was not an option. So he took a fortifying breath and followed Atobe out of his office and stoically ignored Olivie who he could feel looking at them and tried to remember to keep breathing as Atobe’s father invited them into his office.
Sanada spared the office a quick once over, noting it was similar to Atobe’s before focusing on Atobe’s father. He’d seen him before in on the news or in pictures in the newspaper but it was certainly different to see him in person. He wasn’t sure if he was expected to introduce himself first or if he should just greet Atobe’s father with a bow so he stood beside Atobe and tried to project a confidence he wasn’t feeling and hoped Atobe took over the situation before Sanada could make a fool of himself.
Keiichi stood from his chair and came to the other side of the desk, reflexively offering a hand to give Sanada a handshake. In dealing often with international clients and partners, it was a more comfortable gesture for him. Though Atobe knew this, he still internally winced knowing it was going to throw Sanada off even more than he already was. “Atobe Keiichi. It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” He left he last word hanging as if to ask Sanada’s name.
“Sanada Genichirou,” Atobe supplied, looking at Sanada as he said it. “He was previously an acquaintance from my tennis days, but we have recently reunited.”
Recognition crossed Keiichi’s face. “Sanada? As in Sanada Genemon? That does explain the hakama.”
Sanada blinked at the hand and then took it, he’d met enough people from abroad to be accustomed to handshakes. But meeting Atobe Keiichi had him so flustered that he half shook his hand and half bowed at him. “P-pleasure to meet you. And yes. He’s my grandfather,” Sanada got out, thankful that he didn’t stumble over his words nearly as much as his pulse was stumbling over itself.
Keiichi nodded to him, “It is a pleasure.” He looked to his son for further explanation. “What brings the two of you together at the office?”
Atobe had to admit it seemed like it came from left field when there was no explanation. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for his father’s inevitable reaction. He knew a tiny bit about his father’s past, they did not have the kind of relationship where his father told him everything about himself. But he did know that his father had married his mother out of convenience, a merger drove the relationship, and though it had ended in love, his father had never seemed to believe in it, since. “He came to bring me coffee and pastries,” Atobe explained. “He and I are dating.”
Keiichi took the information in, his expression remaining neutral, at first. Then he gave Atobe a small smile. “I see.” He looked back to Sanada. “Have you met my wife Ellen, yet? She’ll want to meet you.”
Sanada stopped breathing when Atobe told his father why he was there and that they were dating and only started again when Atobe’s father didn’t seem upset by the news. “N-not yet, sir,” Sanada said, still not feeling at ease around the other man. But if Atobe’s father thought he should meet Atobe’s mother, he would suck it up and do it. Just because it was important to stay on the good side of Atobe’s family no matter how uncomfortable such meetings might make him feel.
Atobe put his hand to Sanada’s back to attempt to relax him, futile as it might be. “I’m sure he’ll have the chance to meet Mother soon.” He was glad he had done this, but also wanted out of the situation as quickly as possible. “We are going to take the rest of the day off, if that isn’t terribly inconvenient.”
“No,” Keiichi shook his head. “Please enjoy the rest of your day.” He made his way back to the desk. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sanada-kun. I hope that I’ll see you around, soon.” He settled back into his chair and gave Keigo a pointed look. “I don’t suppose that you want to be my son’s assistant?”
Atobe gave a long suffering sigh. “As entertaining as that would be, no. I’m sure Olivie and I can find someone suited.”
Sanada leaned into Atobe’s touch. Speaking with Atobe’s father was sending him on a roller coaster of emotions and just when he thought he could make his escape he had to be asked about a weird job opportunity? It was strange. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m also still in university. I need to focus on my studies,” He said. And was proud at himself for not stuttering at all that time. He was even sure he made sense.
Keiichi regarded Sanada again, a bit of amusement in his eyes. “Of course, I would not take you from your studies.” He nodded his head to them, motioning with one hand out toward the door in a gesture that had most certainly passed down to his son. “Enjoy your afternoon. I’ll see you on Monday, Keigo.”
Atobe bowed his head briefly to his father. “Thank you, Father. You the same.” He guided Sanada back out, closing the door of the office behind them. Relief washed over them with that barrier between he and his father. “That went well,” he said, looking up at Sanada.
Sanada just barely managed to get a bow and some random parting greeting out before Atobe was all but pushing him back out through the door. Once it was closed he let out a relieved sigh and felt some of the stiffness in his shoulders relax. “Did it?” Because Sanada really couldn’t tell if Atobe Keiichi approved of him or if he was just biding his time until he could find a suitable hitman to take him out with. At least that’s what it felt like to him.
“For him? It did.” There was no telling what Keiichi was thinking for sure, but Atobe was fairly certain that making it out of there in one piece was a good sign. He was sure he would have a much longer conversation coming up with his father when it was not in front of Sanada. His father had the sense to not make a scene in the office. “Let’s just take it as a blessing and not give him time to change his mind.”
“Alright. Do you still need to speak with Olivie?” Sanada asked feeling a bit better with every step they took away from Atobe’s father’s office. It’s not like it was the first time he had ever met a friend’s parent. But it was certainly different when meeting a boyfriend’s parent. He didn’t want to think about the fact that he would have to go through it again when he met Atobe’s mother.
“I should check in quickly,” Atobe agreed, stopping off at the reception desk as they made their way back toward the elevators. Olivie was awaiting them with a bright, angelic smile on her face. Atobe knew that smile - he had seen that smile too many times since they were children. “Don’t say a word,” he said, putting a hand to the desk.
“Of course not, Atobe-sama,” She replied with a grin. “I take it I’m clearing your calendar for the rest of the day?”
“Would you, love?” Atobe relaxed again, knowing full well he would also be dealing with the brunt of Olivie’s teasing sometime later. “I’ll owe you one on Monday.”
Sanada hadn’t interacted with Olivie for more than a few minutes, but even he was wary of that smile she was sending them as they approached. He wisely left the talking to Atobe. There was no need to accidentally make things worse, even if the ‘love’ did have Sanada quirking an eyebrow at Atobe. It was probably just a holdover from too much time abroad though and nothing was actually meant by it.
Though Sanada still didn’t like the thought of Atobe owing Olivie. “If it’s too much work, perhaps you should finish your day.” Perhaps he could pick up some groceries and Duke himself and have dinner read for Atobe by the time he finished all the appointments and such that would otherwise need rescheduling.
“It’s not too much -” Atobe and Olivie started to say in unison. They looked at one another and laughed. Olivie continued, “No, you two lovebirds should go enjoy the beautiful afternoon together.” Olivie waved them off, toward the elevator with a sweet smile.
Atobe said, “Alright, alright.” He looked to Sanada, once more. “Shall we?”
Sanada blinked as they both spoke at once and then again at being called a lovebird. And once again, before he could say anything, he felt as if he were thoroughly dismissed. “I don’t think she left us with any other choices,” Sanada said.
“That’s typical of her.” Atobe stepped into the elevator, holding it for Sanada. He waited for Sanada to step in and for the doors to close on them alone before pulling Sanada close to kiss him again. “Thank you for this,” he said against his lips.
The kiss had been a surprise but a good one and he found himself smiling down at Atobe. “For what?” Sanada said, a hand moving automatically to the small of Atobe’s back.
“This,” Atobe explained, as though it explained anything at all. “The coffee, the pastries, the work interruption. The kisses.” He put his hand on Sanada’s chest, his eyes fixating on where his hand rested over the the cloth of Sanada’s clothing.
“Ah… well… I certainly liked the kisses, too,” Sanada said. And he would happily suffer through more awkward conversations with Atobe’s father to get more of those.
The moment was interrupted as the elevator opened as they got to a lower floor and more people joined them. Atobe couldn’t wipe the smile on his face as he stepped back to make room for the new people getting on the elevator. The employees getting on the elevator greeted Atobe as they did.
Atobe leaned closer to Sanada when the elevator resumed, speaking quietly. “When we get home,” he promised.
Sanada nodded, already looking forward to it. Groceries, Duke, kisses. That sounded like a to-do list he was more than happy to take on. And as they arrived at the first floor and the doors opened, he let his hand brush against Atobe’s as they exited and stayed close to him. They were boyfriends and Atobe’s father hadn’t disapproved of them. So a little innocent touching in public was surely okay.
Atobe hooked his fingers with Sanada’s wordlessly, smiling privately as they made their way out of the building.
Where: Atobe’s office
Who: Sanada, Atobe, a couple of unfortunately bystanders
What: Sanada brings his boyfriend coffee at work. Atobe gives his boyfriend a tour of the office.
Rating:
Sanada hadn’t exactly been in the area but he was closer than usual and his schedule was surprisingly free for rest of the day. So somehow, Sanada had found himself in front of the little coffee shop Atobe and him had gone on their not date date still dressed in the hakama he had worn while doing some guest coaching at a kendo club.
Ever since Atobe had told him about his trouble with his assistants, Sanada had been intrigued to know what the current one was like. And he knew how Atobe got absorbed into his work. So a coffee and a few pastries from his favourite shop seemed like the perfect excuse to give Atobe a break and to let him meet some of Atobe’s staff.
The lady who ran the cafe was more than happy to help Sanada get Atobe’s favourite drink and point out some pastries she thought he’d enjoy and Sanada only had to put up with a bit of teasing about being such a handsome and caring boyfriend for it. It didn’t seem quite as embarrassing this time since Atobe and him were actually dating now. With a smile and a promise to return with Atobe someday soon, he headed into the Atobe office and got himself a visitor’s pass. He was surprised at how easy it was since he expected he’d have to call up to Atobe for help. But either the company had very lax security or Atobe had somehow thought to add him to the list of approved visitors. Sanada liked to think it was the latter and couldn’t help the small smile on his face as the elevator brought him up to the floor Atobe’s office was on.
When he stepped out, he made sure he was heading in the right direction and then stopped in front of a well dressed redhead, who had to be Atobe’s assistant. “Hello. I’m here to see Atobe Keigo,” He said. He hoped Atobe wasn’t in the middle of a long meeting.
A wicked smile briefly crossed the woman’s face and she spoke first in French. “You must be Genichirou,” she said more to herself than to Sanada himself. She nodded to him, now speaking in only slightly accented Japanese. “Sanada-kun, I take it? I’ll let Keigo know you’re here.” There was a sing-song to her voice that was unmissable. She picked up the phone to buzz Atobe on the intercom, speaking to him in French, again - somewhere in there was mention of Sanada’s name, once more. “He’ll be right with you, you can have a seat if you’d like,” she assured him as she set the phone back down.
Sanada blinked at hearing his first name though he wasn’t sure what else was said around it. And then nodded when he she asked if he was Sanada. How did she know who he was? He had been expecting to have to introduce himself, not get this amused reaction. “I’m fine standing,” Sanada said still trying to figure out who this new French speaking assistant was and why she didn’t seem to question why he was here to see Atobe.
After a few minutes, Atobe made his way out to the reception area wearing a full suit and tie with his hair partially tamed by some sort of product. “Hopefully Olivie didn’t give you too much trouble,” he said, glancing Sanada over. Sanada looked like a fish out of water dressed in hakama - Atobe wondered how many strange looks he’d earned from the point he came in the front door until he made it to the second to top floor. He was not expecting to see him at the office so it was taking his brain some time to catch up with the news that he was there. He was also holding what looked suspiciously like coffee and pastries from the shop by the building.
“I would never,” Olivie retorted, scandalized. She looked between them, folding her hands over her lap.
Sanada couldn’t help his eyes from trailing over Atobe’s body in the wonderfully fitted suit. Though he rather thought Atobe’s hair had looked best that night during his half-birthday when it was all mussed up and out of control. “No trouble at all. Though she did seem to know who I was.” Which was still odd to him. The only people he was used to knowing who he was before he introduced himself were typically kendo enthusiasts.
Atobe shot an accusatory glance at Olivie and motioned for Sanada to follow him. On this floor of the building, there were floor to ceiling windows that all provided a beautiful view of the city and the bay beyond. The desks for the employees on this floor were primarily arranged together in a bullpen style, but there were also four offices on the far side of the room beyond the desks, a little coffee and refreshments bar, and some office equipment like copiers, shredders, laminators, and so on. One of the four offices, the second from the left, was labeled with Atobe’s name. He held open the door for Sanada and ushered him in.
The far wall of his office faced out toward the city with wall-to-ceiling windows. The two side walls of the office were covered in drawers, cabinets, filing cabinets, and other storage space. There was a comfortable meeting space with two small couches and a coffee table to the left of the large desk central to the room. There were two guest chairs on one side of the desk which Atobe bypassed to settle himself in his chair. To… explain Olivie.
“She has known me since birth,” Atobe explained. “Her parents are friends with my parents - they own a successful vineyard in France. She went to school here for a few years, but did most of her schooling in France.” She was currently holding down the position as Atobe’s assistant while he worked on hiring someone that was a little less… volatile. “I have probably spoken about you.” Basically non-stop for the past few weeks and definitely in his teen years when they were ass-deep in their rivalry.
Sanada looked around the office as he was led through it and then took in Atobe’s personal office a bit more closely as he walked to the desk and set the drinks and bag of pastries on it. He then sat down and made sure the folds of his hakama were laying just right as he listened to Atobe explain his current assistant. “Is the vineyard in the south of France?” Sanada asked wondering if Adrian would know it and feeling amused that he now knew another person with a connection to France and vineyards. It had certainly been an interesting year.
“Yes, actually. Why do you ask?” Atobe leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. He was fairly certain that the coffee and pastries were meant for them to enjoy together, but he got derailed getting him where there would be fewer questions from Olivie - and everyone else for that matter. He also made the mental note that he should probably introduce Sanada to his father if he was going to be coming to the office, again. This really was a wonderful surprise.
“Yukimura’s ex-boyfriend, Adrian, wants to show me around the area. I think he just wants to laugh as I get drunk on wine,” Sanada said. But even if that was the case, he still wanted to go. Adrian, when he wasn’t making out with his best friend, was really a cool guy. “Oh, and this is for you. It’s how you like it,” Sanada said handing over one of the cups to Atobe and taking the other for himself before offering the pastries to Atobe to take one.
Ah, well that explained it. “Perhaps you and I will need to make a visit,” Atobe said off-hand, as though one just made a casual trip out to France. “Thank you.” Atobe cradled the coffee between his hands with a warm smile. “This is a really nice surprise. Despite how Olivie made it seem, you have caught me completely off guard.” Though he wasn’t sure why it impressed him, it impressed him that Sanada remembered how he took his coffee. The little details like that were a strong suit for Sanada and it made Atobe feel like he was special to him.
“That would be nice. We could fly out together, spend a few days exploring and then you can visit Olivie’s family and I can let Adrian drag me around,” Sanada gave a soft chuckle at the thought of what that type of vacation would be like. But finding the time and justifying the expense of a trip like that meant it probably wouldn’t happen for some time yet. “And I was in the neighbourhood. So I thought I’d surprise you with a coffee break.” He wasn’t really in the neighbourhood. But closer than usual and that’s all that really mattered. No need to get stuck on the smaller details.
Atobe wondered how Sanada could possibly have been in the neighborhood, but it might explain the outfit, at least. Maybe he was teaching a class out this way, or something like that. He sipped his coffee confirming with a contented sigh that it was, in fact, the way he liked it, and didn’t hesitate to dig into one of the pastries Sanada brought for him. It was all delicious as he expected it to be. “That sounds lovely. Perhaps a spring get-away? If we’re going to enjoy the scenery, that would be the best time, I think.”
“We’ll see,” Sanada said noncommittally. It was probably a good idea to stop Atobe from planning out the whole trip today so Sanada tried to bring Atobe back to reality and today. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything today.” He thought Atobe could use the break but he also didn’t want to get in the way of anything important.
Atobe shrugged a shoulder noncommittally. “Nothing vital,” he replied. “Olivie will clear my schedule for a bit.” And did Sanada really come up here with coffee and pastries to talk about work, anyway? Atobe leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “More importantly, what have you been up to, today? You look like you’re dressed for the dojo.” Atobe felt like Sanada was the only person he knew who could wander around Tokyo on a random weekday afternoon in hakama and not look like a complete weirdo.
Sanada smiled at being able to get a bit of Atobe’s time and decided to grab a pastry for himself. He wasn’t overly hungry but they were just too delicious to resist when they were right there. “I was doing a guest lecture at a kendo club nearby. It’s something I do a couple of times a month at different places. I did a lot more in the summer, along with competitions and demonstrations.” He took pride in his kendo heritage and skills and being forced to give up tennis meant he had been able to double his focus on kendo. It was something he was happy to share with other clubs around the country and the world.
“Oh, you should have told me. I’d have come and watched.” Atobe finished off the first pastry, not able to catch himself before he licked his fingers clean. There was little in this world that he loved more than their pastries, and it sure was convenient now that he was at the office. “You should get me your schedule so I can coordinate my calendar around it.” If nothing else, it would give him an excuse to sneak out of the office for a bit on a few afternoons from the sound of things. “Unless I’m not invited?”
Sanada was about to say that it really wasn’t that interesting for someone not practicing kendo at a high level but before he could open his mouth his ability to form words was short circuited as he watched Atobe lick his fingers. He didn’t realize such an innocent action could make his body feel suddenly so heated and his stomach to flutter like it was. “Uhh…s-sure,” He squeaked out. Not really sure what he was just agreeing to.
Atobe paused at the way Sanada spoke, looking at him curiously. The cogs were moving slowly, but they did snap into place bringing into harsh relief that he had just been licking his fingers in front of Sanada and every little movement either of them made was becoming progressively more noticeable. Or progressively more noticed. Atobe found himself noticing the way Sanada’s eyes darkened, the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, that the garment sat against his chest. “Great,” Atobe said softly mostly to himself because he wasn’t sure Sanada could hear him.
Sanada wished there wasn’t a desk between them so he could tug Atobe close and kiss him again. Maybe mess up his styled hair, too. But actually, it was probably good there was a desk between them because it reminded Sanada that they weren’t tucked away in Atobe’s private condo but in his office at work. Sanada cleared his throat as if that would clear away the desire he suddenly felt and reached for his drink. “Do.. uhh.. Would you like to take classes?” There, that was a safe topic. He could talk about kendo for hours and typically not think about anything untoward.
“I wouldn’t mind some private instruction,” Atobe suggested, leaning his cheek in his hand and smiling luridly at Sanada. He was genuinely interested in learning at least some - he was trained in fencing, but it was quite a different sport than kendo. Not to mention, it was something integral to Sanada’s life, so he would like to learn more about it to understand what made him happy and what made him tick.
Sanada nodded eagerly at that, missing the blatant flirting Atobe was doing as he focused instead on a danish he had pulled from the bag earlier. “You’re always welcome to visit my family’s dojo.” He would work hard to shift schedules and find time to train Atobe whenever he wanted.
Atobe shook his head, accepting that his vague attempt at being flirtatious had fallen on deaf ears and dug into another pastry from the bag. Some sort of cheese danish, it looked like. Just as the first, it tasted divine. “Next time you are at the estate, I will have to show you the fencing studio. It’s not quite a dojo, but I think you’d find it comfortable and serviceable for your practice needs.” The estate was so large that even Atobe wasn’t fully convinced that he had seen everything that it had to offer. Yuushi probably had because he had a thing for snooping around and flirting with Atobe’s mother.
“Sure. Though the entrance hall or the room you hold your parties in would work, too. Kendo doesn’t really need much in the way of fancy space. Just ceiling height,” Sanada said. And if there was one thing the Atobe mansion had in abundance it was large spaces with tall ceilings. Doing kendo almost anywhere at the Atobe mansion would just be an issue of getting a few servants to help clear out some of the furniture.
Now Atobe was imagining Sanada roaming the halls of his family’s home with a bokken while the miffed staff just tried to stay out of his way. It really would be better for them to use the fencing hall where at least it was designed for such things. “I just feel like that might cause more work for the staff,” he suggested with a chuckle. “Furniture and decorations to consider, you know.”
“I think your big parties cause more work for the staff,” Sanada said. But there was an indulgent tone to his voice. Atobe wouldn’t be Atobe if he wasn’t throwing ridiculous parties as often as he could. “And kendo is about controlled movements. I wouldn’t hit anything.” He couldn’t speak for Atobe who would still be learning but Atobe was athletic enough that he should have enough control over his body to not go careening off into antique heirlooms.
“Ha!” Atobe couldn't argue with Sanada that the big parties were a burden on the staff, but they did always get bonuses or extra days off out of it… it evened out. Controlled movement, on the other hand, had not been their strong suit, lately. “We will see if our movements are controlled if you do the dishes,” he joked.
Sanada tilted his head curiously at Atobe’s comment and then realized just what he was implying and felt heat rising to his cheeks. “Oh… well… practice makes perfect,” He said and then hastily reached for his drink to help hide what he was sure were his red cheeks.
“Are we talking about kendo? Dishes?” Atobe grinned wickedly at Sanada as he asked, taking another sip of his coffee.
Sanada was thankful he wasn’t actually drinking his latte and was just hiding behind his cup. He cleared his throat and glanced over his cup at Atobe and decided to be a little bold. “Everything,” He said. Because it was a good motto for basically everything in life, even if some of the implied things they could practice made him feel awkward and excited in turn.
That seemed like an invitation if Atobe had ever heard one. He got to his feet and went to the other side of the desk. He settled himself on one of Sanada's knees and leaned in to brush his lips over his neck. “I guess I'm going to have to play hooky so I can practice.” If there was one thing Atobe found maddeningly attractive about Sanada, it was his scent. And he was in perfect position to enjoy just that.
Sanada watched Atobe move around the desk but hadn’t expected to be sat on. He quickly moved a hand to Atobe’s back to make sure he didn’t fall, the other flailing about with his cup before he could reach across Atobe to put it safely back on the desk. With making sure he didn’t dump a hot drink on either of them, it took a moment for Atobe’s words and touches to sink in causing him to blush even more deeply as his eyes widened. “Oh… well… okay,” He said as his brain failed to work properly. He should mention that playing hooky wasn’t good. But it was really hard to muster up any sort of protest with Atobe’s weight comfortably settled on his lap like it was.
Atobe smiled softly against Sanada's skin, resting there a moment before drawing away to meet his eyes. “If I'm going to do that, I ought to let my father know I'm leaving. And Olivie.” He lifted one of his hands to brush it over Sanada’s cheek. “We could stop off at the store to get the makings of dinner and pick up Duke at doggie daycare…”
Sanada tilted his head a little into Atobe’s touch and returned the affection by gently rubbing circles on Atobe’s back. This felt nice. And Atobe’s suggestions sounded even nicer though he still wasn’t sure ditching work should be encouraged. “And what are you going to tell them?” Sanada asked. He didn’t want to make a bad impression on Atobe’s father and family friend.
That was a good point. Olivie would suspect him immediately. His father… well, that was another matter. “No point telling Olivie anything other than the truth, she’s going to assume that, anyway.” He brushed his thumb over Sanada’s cheek thoughtfully. “As for my father… well, it’s not as though he has never left work early just because, before.” Atobe Keiichi was actually somewhat notorious for it - if there was a particular client in town that was a good friend, it did not take much to drag him away from his desk.
“Hmm… and what truth are we telling are her?” Sanada asked. He was tempted to turn his head and nip at Atobe’s thumb. But he thought that was a weird impulse so instead kept his teeth to himself.
“That…” Atobe hesitated for a moment, feeling uncharacteristically shy. “I wish to be with you, darling.” He glanced down after saying it, long, blonde lashes resting half-shut.
Sanada’s breath caught in his throat and came out in a weird choking sound. He wasn’t sure if it was from the sentiment behind Atobe’s words or the ridiculous petname he’s trying out. Sanada is quite sure darling does not suit him. But he didn’t want Atobe to think he doesn’t appreciate the words or the attempt at finding something cute and private to call him. But he also didn’t want Atobe to call him darling again anytime soon, so he solved both problems by sliding his hand up to the back of Atobe’s head and pulling him in for a light kiss.
Atobe returned the kiss gently, his eyes closing fully. A new emotion bubbled up in his stomach, this time - it didn’t feel like what he was feeling when they were in the kitchen or the nerves of meeting with Sanada in the coffee shop the first time. This was much more awful because it seemed to travel from his stomach, through his chest, up through his throat and was warm and fluttery. He hated it. Probably.
Sanada let his own eyes close and gave a soft hum of pleasure as the kiss continued. Kissing Atobe could so easily become addictive as the more they did it, the more Sanada enjoyed it and the more he wanted to do it again. It was a vicious cycle but one that Sanada didn’t want to break. His fingers carded through Atobe’s hair gently, undoubtedly messing it up, as they continued to kiss, content to do so until Atobe decided to pull away.
A few stray hairs swept over Atobe’s forehead as the gentle touch loosened what the hair product had held nicely in place. He echoed the sound Sanada made with a deep, throaty hum of his own, tilting his head a touch as he pulled himself closer. Though he kept the kiss gentle, he brushed Sanada’s lower lip with his teeth as he drew away enough to make eye contact once more. That feeling had turned into a ball of fire burning in his chest. He was either about to have a heart attack or...
Sanada’s eyes blinked open slowly as he caught his breath from the kiss. Looking at Atobe, he couldn’t help but give voice to the first thought that floated through his head. “You’re beautiful,” He whispered. And then just had to reclaim Atobe’s lips in a kiss. He felt like he might come apart if he didn’t.
Sanada would not be the first, or last, person to think that of Atobe, but he was the first to say it to Atobe’s face in a way that Atobe cared to acknowledge. Despite being surrounded by legions of adoring classmates, friends, staff, family, and so on throughout his life, very few saw fit to tell Atobe to his face what they appreciated or admired about him. He heard it in whispers in the halls. He read it in articles in magazines or blog posts after interviews. So few knew the bullying he had endured in his young years before moving back to Japan and how it had hardened him against authenticity, how it had built up the “Atobe-sama” persona that he wore all too comfortably.
His brow furrowed and he found himself kissing Sanada more urgently. He had never been anyone but himself around Sanada, even when they were younger. Something about his abrupt earnesty was infectious. So to hear someone who was looking at the “real” Atobe in the eyes and seeing someone beautiful, even if he only meant that Atobe looked good in a suit, moved Atobe to the core.
Sanada startled as the kiss intensified but he didn’t even dream of dare trying to push Atobe away or slow the kiss. Instead, he moved his other arm around Atobe to keep him close and tight against him as he did his best to match each move Atobe made in their kiss. Who knew that kissing could be so thrilling?
Atobe was all too glad to lose himself in the kisses, as well. He knew he was making soft sounds, but they would not travel through the walls of the office or the thick door. He wrapped both his hands up in the fabric of Sanada’s clothing over his chest, clutching tight as though Sanada might get away.
Sanada liked how Atobe’s hands moved to clutch at him, as if he didn’t want to let him go, or as if he trusted Sanada to keep him safe and close. He gave a soft moan at the thought and let his fingers grip a little onto Atobe’s hair so he could better angle his head to keep pursuing the kiss. It was probably unseemly to make out in an office, but Sanada didn’t really care about propriety at the moment.
So lost was Atobe in the kiss that he missed the first time his phone buzzed in his pocket. He probably would have missed the second, too, if it weren’t for the fact that the notifications were coming in rapid succession. As much as he would love to just reach into his pocket and silence his phone, it was probably Olivie and it was probably important. Atobe broke the kiss, his breath coming almost in gasps as he checked the screen of his phone.
I know you’re making out with Genichirou in there, it said in French. Why don’t you just go home? It was followed by a string of about fifteen kissy emoji, hearts, sparkles, two men together, etc. to keep the notifications coming.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Olivie,” Atobe muttered in English, texting her back to tell her that he was going home and if she was really that curious, they could talk about it later. He looked back at Sanada, almost sheepish. “I guess our lengthy silence was suspicious.”
Sanada was confused when Atobe stopped kissing him and more so when he pulled out his phone. At least until he glanced at it and saw all of the emojis flowing by as Atobe scrolled to the end. “Oh… well… we could have been nosier,” Sanada said. And then realized just what type of noises that would imply and he had just meant talking or something and not anything lewd but now that he’d said it and the thought was in his head, he really wouldn’t mind hearing those sorts of noises from Atobe. Because the soft little sounds he had made had made Sanada’s head swirl with pleasant thoughts and feelings. But those weren’t the type of noises that should be made at work and he was sure his face looked like a tomato by now.
Also flushed, Atobe agreed, “those sorts of noises should probably be explored in the privacy of the home.” He certainly wanted to explore what sort of noises Sanada might make under such circumstances. He let out a shaky breath, disengaging himself from Sanada and standing, once more. His feet were a little less certain under him than they had been when he first sat down. More to himself than to Sanada, but certainly audible, Atobe murmured, “The things you do to me, Sanada Genichirou.”
Sanada reluctantly let Atobe go and helped him off of his lap. He would have liked to hold him close a bit longer but since Atobe’s assistant already called them out on kissing, it was best not to push he supposed. But at Atobe’s words, Sanada couldn’t help the smug grin that took over his face. Just like he couldn’t help reaching out to pull Atobe back in for another quick kiss.
As he drew away this time, Atobe gave Sanada a smug look in return. “Don’t let it go to your head.” He knew what a tall order that was going to be.
Sanada just smirked at that. Even if he did let it go to his head, his ego would still be quite a lot smaller than Atobe’s. But he kept that thought to himself, he could tease Atobe about his ego later. For now, he stood up and tried to straighten out his clothes the best he could. “Do you need to call your father before we head out?” He asked.
Atobe resettled his hair as much as was possible and ran his hands down his suit to straighten it. “He’s in the office beside this one, I can just poke my head in…” Though he had said that Sanada should meet his father. It wasn’t like there was going to be a better time to do so and there were certainly worse ways. “I can introduce you,” he suggested.
“He’s beside us?!” Sanada said slightly concerned about that. If Olivie could tell they were making out in Atobe’s office, could his father? That was not the first impression he wanted to give the older man. And he was still in the hakama he had worn to the kendo lecture. He should be in a well pressed suit, or at least a fancier kimono when he met Atobe’s father. And he wasn’t even sure what his hair looked like right now. He brought a hand up to try and smooth it down just in case any bits were sticking up.
Atobe laughed and rested one hand on Sanada’s chest. “You look good, you don’t need to worry about that.” Still, he made a couple small adjustments to finish straightening the garment - it was only fair since he had made a mess of it to begin with. He certainly looked presentable enough to be in the office building. “I’m sure he didn’t hear us.”
Sanada gave a small huff but smiled a little as Atobe helped to fix his clothes. He supposed he could have reached over to help smooth down some of Atobe’s hair a bit more but the horrible part of his brain liked it mussed up too much to want to do something sensible like that. Besides, he rather thought Atobe deserved having some unruly hair with those less than reassuring words and being dragged off to suddenly meet his father. “I thought his office would be further away.” Like the top floor and in the corner, far away from any chance of hearing what was going on in Atobe’s office.
“He and I work together, that would be very inconvenient,” Atobe said reasonably, doing one more pat down his suit to make sure he didn’t look like a wreck. “Let’s just get this over with and then we can stop working ourselves up over it.” He strode confidently to the door and opened it - no one in the office reacted, everyone was busy with their tasks. That was, except for Olivie who glanced at him from across the room and gave him a sweet little wink. Minx.
Atobe didn’t wait to make sure Sanada followed him before gently knocking on his father’s office door. He heard his father say, “come in,” gruffly from the other side. It was the tone of a man who had just had a terrible meeting or phone call which gave Atobe only momentary pause before opening the door. HIs father’s office was nearly identical to his own, a bit bigger and with a built in bar stocked well with aged brandies. His father sat behind the desk looking weary like he had not slept or eaten in a day or two. They had common features, certainly, but Atobe always thought he looked more like his British mother with the bright blue eyes and blonde hair.
“If you have a moment, Father,” Atobe said, leaning against the door to prop it open. “I’d like to introduce you to someone.” The words seemed to spark the fighting spirit in Keiichi who straightened to face the door properly.
“Certainly, come on in, Keigo.” Keiichi motioned his son, and guest, into the room.
Before Sanada could object to Atobe’s plan to get this over and done with, he was already out the door leaving Sanada with no option but to follow unless he wanted to look like a coward in front of his boyfriend. That was not an option. So he took a fortifying breath and followed Atobe out of his office and stoically ignored Olivie who he could feel looking at them and tried to remember to keep breathing as Atobe’s father invited them into his office.
Sanada spared the office a quick once over, noting it was similar to Atobe’s before focusing on Atobe’s father. He’d seen him before in on the news or in pictures in the newspaper but it was certainly different to see him in person. He wasn’t sure if he was expected to introduce himself first or if he should just greet Atobe’s father with a bow so he stood beside Atobe and tried to project a confidence he wasn’t feeling and hoped Atobe took over the situation before Sanada could make a fool of himself.
Keiichi stood from his chair and came to the other side of the desk, reflexively offering a hand to give Sanada a handshake. In dealing often with international clients and partners, it was a more comfortable gesture for him. Though Atobe knew this, he still internally winced knowing it was going to throw Sanada off even more than he already was. “Atobe Keiichi. It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” He left he last word hanging as if to ask Sanada’s name.
“Sanada Genichirou,” Atobe supplied, looking at Sanada as he said it. “He was previously an acquaintance from my tennis days, but we have recently reunited.”
Recognition crossed Keiichi’s face. “Sanada? As in Sanada Genemon? That does explain the hakama.”
Sanada blinked at the hand and then took it, he’d met enough people from abroad to be accustomed to handshakes. But meeting Atobe Keiichi had him so flustered that he half shook his hand and half bowed at him. “P-pleasure to meet you. And yes. He’s my grandfather,” Sanada got out, thankful that he didn’t stumble over his words nearly as much as his pulse was stumbling over itself.
Keiichi nodded to him, “It is a pleasure.” He looked to his son for further explanation. “What brings the two of you together at the office?”
Atobe had to admit it seemed like it came from left field when there was no explanation. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for his father’s inevitable reaction. He knew a tiny bit about his father’s past, they did not have the kind of relationship where his father told him everything about himself. But he did know that his father had married his mother out of convenience, a merger drove the relationship, and though it had ended in love, his father had never seemed to believe in it, since. “He came to bring me coffee and pastries,” Atobe explained. “He and I are dating.”
Keiichi took the information in, his expression remaining neutral, at first. Then he gave Atobe a small smile. “I see.” He looked back to Sanada. “Have you met my wife Ellen, yet? She’ll want to meet you.”
Sanada stopped breathing when Atobe told his father why he was there and that they were dating and only started again when Atobe’s father didn’t seem upset by the news. “N-not yet, sir,” Sanada said, still not feeling at ease around the other man. But if Atobe’s father thought he should meet Atobe’s mother, he would suck it up and do it. Just because it was important to stay on the good side of Atobe’s family no matter how uncomfortable such meetings might make him feel.
Atobe put his hand to Sanada’s back to attempt to relax him, futile as it might be. “I’m sure he’ll have the chance to meet Mother soon.” He was glad he had done this, but also wanted out of the situation as quickly as possible. “We are going to take the rest of the day off, if that isn’t terribly inconvenient.”
“No,” Keiichi shook his head. “Please enjoy the rest of your day.” He made his way back to the desk. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sanada-kun. I hope that I’ll see you around, soon.” He settled back into his chair and gave Keigo a pointed look. “I don’t suppose that you want to be my son’s assistant?”
Atobe gave a long suffering sigh. “As entertaining as that would be, no. I’m sure Olivie and I can find someone suited.”
Sanada leaned into Atobe’s touch. Speaking with Atobe’s father was sending him on a roller coaster of emotions and just when he thought he could make his escape he had to be asked about a weird job opportunity? It was strange. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m also still in university. I need to focus on my studies,” He said. And was proud at himself for not stuttering at all that time. He was even sure he made sense.
Keiichi regarded Sanada again, a bit of amusement in his eyes. “Of course, I would not take you from your studies.” He nodded his head to them, motioning with one hand out toward the door in a gesture that had most certainly passed down to his son. “Enjoy your afternoon. I’ll see you on Monday, Keigo.”
Atobe bowed his head briefly to his father. “Thank you, Father. You the same.” He guided Sanada back out, closing the door of the office behind them. Relief washed over them with that barrier between he and his father. “That went well,” he said, looking up at Sanada.
Sanada just barely managed to get a bow and some random parting greeting out before Atobe was all but pushing him back out through the door. Once it was closed he let out a relieved sigh and felt some of the stiffness in his shoulders relax. “Did it?” Because Sanada really couldn’t tell if Atobe Keiichi approved of him or if he was just biding his time until he could find a suitable hitman to take him out with. At least that’s what it felt like to him.
“For him? It did.” There was no telling what Keiichi was thinking for sure, but Atobe was fairly certain that making it out of there in one piece was a good sign. He was sure he would have a much longer conversation coming up with his father when it was not in front of Sanada. His father had the sense to not make a scene in the office. “Let’s just take it as a blessing and not give him time to change his mind.”
“Alright. Do you still need to speak with Olivie?” Sanada asked feeling a bit better with every step they took away from Atobe’s father’s office. It’s not like it was the first time he had ever met a friend’s parent. But it was certainly different when meeting a boyfriend’s parent. He didn’t want to think about the fact that he would have to go through it again when he met Atobe’s mother.
“I should check in quickly,” Atobe agreed, stopping off at the reception desk as they made their way back toward the elevators. Olivie was awaiting them with a bright, angelic smile on her face. Atobe knew that smile - he had seen that smile too many times since they were children. “Don’t say a word,” he said, putting a hand to the desk.
“Of course not, Atobe-sama,” She replied with a grin. “I take it I’m clearing your calendar for the rest of the day?”
“Would you, love?” Atobe relaxed again, knowing full well he would also be dealing with the brunt of Olivie’s teasing sometime later. “I’ll owe you one on Monday.”
Sanada hadn’t interacted with Olivie for more than a few minutes, but even he was wary of that smile she was sending them as they approached. He wisely left the talking to Atobe. There was no need to accidentally make things worse, even if the ‘love’ did have Sanada quirking an eyebrow at Atobe. It was probably just a holdover from too much time abroad though and nothing was actually meant by it.
Though Sanada still didn’t like the thought of Atobe owing Olivie. “If it’s too much work, perhaps you should finish your day.” Perhaps he could pick up some groceries and Duke himself and have dinner read for Atobe by the time he finished all the appointments and such that would otherwise need rescheduling.
“It’s not too much -” Atobe and Olivie started to say in unison. They looked at one another and laughed. Olivie continued, “No, you two lovebirds should go enjoy the beautiful afternoon together.” Olivie waved them off, toward the elevator with a sweet smile.
Atobe said, “Alright, alright.” He looked to Sanada, once more. “Shall we?”
Sanada blinked as they both spoke at once and then again at being called a lovebird. And once again, before he could say anything, he felt as if he were thoroughly dismissed. “I don’t think she left us with any other choices,” Sanada said.
“That’s typical of her.” Atobe stepped into the elevator, holding it for Sanada. He waited for Sanada to step in and for the doors to close on them alone before pulling Sanada close to kiss him again. “Thank you for this,” he said against his lips.
The kiss had been a surprise but a good one and he found himself smiling down at Atobe. “For what?” Sanada said, a hand moving automatically to the small of Atobe’s back.
“This,” Atobe explained, as though it explained anything at all. “The coffee, the pastries, the work interruption. The kisses.” He put his hand on Sanada’s chest, his eyes fixating on where his hand rested over the the cloth of Sanada’s clothing.
“Ah… well… I certainly liked the kisses, too,” Sanada said. And he would happily suffer through more awkward conversations with Atobe’s father to get more of those.
The moment was interrupted as the elevator opened as they got to a lower floor and more people joined them. Atobe couldn’t wipe the smile on his face as he stepped back to make room for the new people getting on the elevator. The employees getting on the elevator greeted Atobe as they did.
Atobe leaned closer to Sanada when the elevator resumed, speaking quietly. “When we get home,” he promised.
Sanada nodded, already looking forward to it. Groceries, Duke, kisses. That sounded like a to-do list he was more than happy to take on. And as they arrived at the first floor and the doors opened, he let his hand brush against Atobe’s as they exited and stayed close to him. They were boyfriends and Atobe’s father hadn’t disapproved of them. So a little innocent touching in public was surely okay.
Atobe hooked his fingers with Sanada’s wordlessly, smiling privately as they made their way out of the building.
