For All the Wrong Reasons

For All the Wrong Reasons



by Lemon & Chai



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Rating: N17. Bondage, S&M, D/s, and well everything else. Yuki-muse is horny.



Summary: A YukiFuji, SanaTezu fic, with eventual fivesome with Atobe. Inspired by kitti-chan and lolistar.



Warning: I suspect the rest of this fic is going to be talking, then sex, then more talking, then more sex, then more talking then a pathetic attempt at some action, then probably more sex. .__.



Review replies:



n: XD Sadist! (-isn\'t one to talk-) I thought about it, though the flow of events wouldn\'t have worked out, but it is hard (on the soul) to write much about Yuki seriously hitting Fuji. .... But since I\'m also a super Fuji sadist XDDD I\'ll give you a recap, as a gift for your review, at the end of the chapter.



loli: Awe -blush- you\'re so sweet. Hm, I think this is the first time anyone\'s felt bad for Sanada in the whole fic XD but he didn\'t like it, he likes to be on top, both as seme and as dominant, and that just wasn\'t working any more. Hm.... I think I forgot to connect parts of the dialogue... oh well. -falls dead- Omg, that image... so hawt, Yuki would totally absorb all the seme worship, but afterwards he\'d violently murder all those involved... -sweatdrop- Hope this didn\'t disappoint! I think the orgy smex is coming soon... I .... .... hope....



shourin: XD ehehehe, I\'m only updating fast cause it\'s finals time, and I\'m miserable, so this is my way to make myself happy. Yeah, Tezuka\'s being a stupid jerk. -sweatdrop- Hm... Yuki would definitely kill him if Fuji committed suicide on his bed. XD Fuji knows that too, so I don\'t think he will... errr... hm....-muses- I sense a plot hole. (-will try to fill it asap-) ... (not that there aren\'t many, many plot holes). .... As for the other things...DID I MAKE IT THAT OBVIOUS? oops. -sweatdrop- That was supposed to be a surprise. OTL I fail at foreshadowing. Oh well. I might change some things later, in that case.



Fuufuufuu, Atobe says that indeed, there is nothing ore-sama cannot provide, for he is godly and god is omnipotent. As for the \'love making scenes\'... my muses will decide (I guess)...



danu: Some parents are like that, completely negligent. .__. At least Yuki\'s gonna get LOTS of attention soon XD (or so he hopes). Sanada is a dolt. -bops Sana-dada muse on the head-



Krystal: Kufufunofu, yes, Gakuto will SO be running laps until his legs fall off. But he\'ll probably do it again, anyways. I just wish they would get past the therapy part and make their way to the sex. Yuki-muse, btw, would once again like to remind you that Yuki-mama\'s always good. XD



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Tezuka knew he should have felt jealous when Sanada placed a comforting hand on Yukimura\'s back, but he was unsurprised when he did not. What did surprise him was his urge to do the same thing.



When Yukimura did not look like a tiger ready to pounce, his natural beauty shimmered through and brought out the reflexive function from within Tezuka to take care of those who were in need. It was the same feeling he had for Fuji... oh yeah, Fuji. Recalling the wounds he\'d seen earlier that day, the tender wisp of emotion instantly dissipated in the face of his hardening anger.



"You sprained his wrist." His cold, authoritative voice cut through the sympathetic atmosphere of the two comforting the bluenette, as they suddenly realized what Yukimura had admitted to.



I hurt him, more than allowed.



There were a basically two unforgivable things amongst tennis players. One was simply that you did not use tennis to hurt others. The road to victory could be vicious and underhanded, but playing to win was different than using a tennis racket or ball with malicious intent. The sempai who used a racket to smash Tezuka\'s arm had done more than attack his underclassman - he had violated a sacred rule, used one of the few vital elements of the came for something malevolent that had nothing to do with tennis.



The other was that you did not strip a sportsman of his ability to play, not outside of the game. What Atobe had done during Kantou tread a fine line of sportsmanship, but the fact was Tezuka could have chosen to end the match at any time.



For those serious about tennis, which was all of those present, there was no greater injury than one that stopped you from playing. Which meant Yukimura had gone too far, even by his own standards.



Rikkaida\'s captain looked even more broken at the accusation, but Sanada recognized the expression on his face as the calm before the storm. Sensing his captain was about to snap, he grabbed Yukimura\'s arms once he\'d pushed away from Atobe and started to rise.



"Don\'t touch me!" he screamed, grabbing the offending hands and trying to pry them off. But Sanada forced him to stay seated on the bed.



"Calm down," Sanada asked, surprised at how easy it was to keep hold of the other. He noted the dark circles under his captain\'s eyes and wondered if he\'d slept.



Yukimura panted hard, loud breaths, forcing himself to calm down out of pride. It was bad enough he\'d shown weakness to Atobe, and now he realized Sanada and Tezuka must have been listening from another room. His body shook with anger, but he knew in his head that the diva was only trying to accomplish what they\'d discussed before.



"What happened to your arm?" said Atobe out of the blue, as if totally oblivious to the angry sparks flying around the room.



Biting his lip, Yukimura concentrated on holding still, shutting his eyes and ignoring the diva\'s question. Confused by everything everyone was saying, Sanada gave up on sorting out his emotions and removed Yukimura\'s jersey. A long purple bruise ran from his elbow up into the short sleeve of his regulars shirt, the cause of his wince when Sanada had grabbed him.



"I hit the wall," he finally said, sick of the others staring at him.



"Hard enough to bruise?"



"... We were going up the stairs when I ... Fuji lost his balance and we fell-"



"Fuji\'s too graceful to lose his balance," Tezuka growled. "You hit him."



"...Yes..." Yukimura\'s voice was hollow, as were his eyes. "When he started to fall, I reached out and grabbed his hand, but his body swung back and twisted hard... for a second, his wrist was bent at a funny angle. I reached with my other hand to get a better hold but then there was nothing left to support us, and we fell together. ... I think he tried to grab me and take the brunt of it, but I grabbed him at the same time so we hit the wall sideways." The tension left his body as he spoke, feeling tired from telling the truth, especially to those he did not want to talk to. He simply lost the willpower to ignore their inquisitive glares.



Relaxing now that he knew it was partially an accident, Tezuka took a deep breath before settling on the armchair next to the bed. Atobe looked satisfied, though it was hard to tell what for, and Sanada\'s brow knotted together as the vice captain tried to piece things together. They were all relieved that Yukimura was at least talking to them.



"Seiichi," Atobe took the bluenette\'s hand, rubbing his fingers over it comfortingly. Now that they\'d started to get somewhere, he wanted to keep the other talking. "What happened today when he came to your house? Why did you want him to leave?"



Feeling warm with Sanada still beside him, he sighed, "Because I was going to do it again. I can\'t... I can\'t stop." He jerked his hand out of Atobe\'s, opting to hug himself instead. His head bent low, his long bangs falling across his face and hiding it in shadows. "I need help," he whispered hoarsely.



The two men on either side of him looked pained, wanting to comfort him but afraid to breach to subtle wall Yukimura had placed around himself by rejecting their touch. There was something heartbreaking about the way he held himself, and Tezuka understood that just because he consciously admitted to needing help did not mean he subconsciously wanted it. He was the total opposite of Fuji, who craved touch even while he talked his way out of it.



Tezuka recalled a time when he was walking Fuji home after a festival, and they\'d come across a injured mutt who\'d been bullied and burned by fireworks. It snarled and snapped at them when they moved towards it, but Fuji insisted they help it. Tezuka reached out his hand to grab it, but after almost being bitten, shook his head and told his boyfriend it didn\'t want their help.



The tensai disagreed. It had come to them, he said, because it knew they could help it, but now it was too afraid to let them get any closer. The key was, he insisted, to work around its instinctive self-defense. He kneeled onto the blacktop, dirtying his light blue yukata, and made soft whistling noises with his arm stretched out. As if drawn forward by the mysterious allure of Fuji, the dog sniffed the offered hand suspiciously before allowing Fuji to pat its head.



\'See? You just have to be in it\'s comfort zone.\' The tensai softly spoke as he gently stroked the creature, rubbing its ears and chin. \'They don\'t like it if you tower over them. It\'s intimidating.\'



The puppy turned out to be quite sweet once it was no longer scared, and Fuji said it must have been domesticated at one point then abandoned. They\'d taken it to his house and tended to it, and after a few days Fuji managed to find a home.



He knew his rival captain would be insulted to be compared to a wounded puppy, as would he, but somehow he felt the story had relevance. Kneeling before the blue haired youth, Tezuka lightly placed his hand on Yukimura\'s knee and looked up into dark oceanic eyes. A strange glimmer of trust, and the fact he wasn\'t being pushed away, confirming that he had made his way into the other\'s comfort zone.



"You should hate me too." Yukimura\'s voice was so quiet they had to strain to hear. "You\'ve seen how badly I hurt him, you should be angry since you-"



"Fuji doesn\'t let others get close to him," Tezuka interrupted. "Not easily. He is friendly on the surface because he is detached. He does not get close to others nor does he let them close."



Seeing the bluenette\'s incredulous look, he added, "Yes, I am angry. But that is not important right now." He glanced at the other two, continuing once he confirmed they were waiting for him to speak. "When Fuji comes to honestly care for someone, he becomes extremely overprotective. ... such as when he defended you."



"That was before I hurt him-"



"You\'d already hurt him," Tezuka growled a reminder. "Despite that, you have become important to him."



"That\'s because Syuusuke has a tendency to get emotionally attached, even to the things he meant to take advantage of," Atobe snorted, speaking mostly to himself.



Yukimura looked both pained and thoughtful, a confused mixture of swirling within his eyes. "He encourages me."



"Only in that he does not defend himself," Tezuka retorted. He recognized that he was being tested, that Yukimura had switched from a violent resistance to a psychological one. He wanted Tezuka to blame him, to be angry at him and push him away, so that he\'d have an excuse to back out of the plea for help he himself had just made.



When they reached Fuji\'s gate, the puppy became frightened again. It pulled away with vicious barks, and Tezuka had to hold it down with both of his arms. Once it realized it was trapped, it began trembling and whimpering, backing as far away from the unfamiliar place as it physically could. Tezuka pitied it, but Fuji said they had to force it inside. It was only scared, he explained, because it knew that once inside the gates it would be completely trapped.



Yukimura was not a dog. He could not be forced to open up to them; he had a human will, and an extraordinarily strong one at that. They would have to convince him to trust them, and because Fuji had protected him, Tezuka felt he was worth convincing. Especially since he himself seemed to yearn for it, was sitting with them trying to listen, even though in reality he could stand up and walk away at any time. They would stop him from being violent but not from leaving.



Tezuka must have passed the test, for Yukimura broke eye contact long enough to nod. He seemed to understand what Tezuka was saying, that they were connected to Fuji, and that ultimately this was for Fuji\'s sake.



The bluenette\'s soft voice cut into the stoic brunette\'s musings, more firm and controlled than it had been the rest of the time.



"I ... have something that I want." He exchanging serious looks with each of them. "I thought about it for a long time, the way for all of us to be happy. If the three of you are willing... but I didn\'t mean to go this far with Fuji." I didn\'t mean to fall in love with him, he added only in his thoughts.



Curious about his words but believing his captain would explain more once he felt like it, Sanada asked, "Does Fuji know you\'re here?"



"No... I left him at my house. I should go back. He must be lonely..." His empathetic tone drifted off as Sanada helped him stand and replaced his jacket.



"Let\'s go," said Tezuka.



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Thankfully, Yukimura\'s parents were still at work and his sister was out with her friends like always. His house was often empty lately, though this was advantageous for the kind of relationship he had with Fuji.



The bluenette silently led them up the stairs, peaking into his bedroom, and was not surprised to see his boyfriend sleeping. After allowing the others to look inside, he softly closed the door so they could talk in the hallway.



"You handcuffed him?!" Sanada harshly whispered, shock and horror on both his and Tezuka\'s faces. Atobe, on the other hand, looked far too smug, his lips twisted up like a purring cat. Sanada felt like slapping him.



"I didn\'t want him following me," Yukimura mused, feeling pleased after seeing his lover securely fastened to the head of his bed. "And I was worried, because he was so upset. I did give him his cell phone, in case of emergencies."



"Where\'s the key," Tezuka growled, tightening his fist. He couldn\'t believe that earlier he\'d felt sorry for this imp. Yukimura was a devil with a pretty face.



Sighing, but in a way that was suspiciously playful, Yukimura dug into his sweat pants pocket and led them into the room. The four boys crowded into the small space as he undid the lock.



Turning sleepily as the movement disturbed him, Fuji moaned as he felt the shift in pressure on his good wrist, sore from being cuffed for so long. Slivers of blue squinted up at them, then widened in surprise as he took in who was around him.



"Tez- ... unn, nee, why are you all here?" He draped his arms around Yukimura as if checking for damage, shifting his legs so they could both sit on the bed.



Atobe opened his mouth, but Yukimura spoke first. "We came to see you," he smiled warmly, as if he hadn\'t forced Fuji to wait there by cuffing him to the post and taking the key. Stroking the brunette\'s cheek in a motherly fashion, he moved forward in a not-so-motherly way and pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss. It quickly degraded to a battle of tongues, though the whole thing seemed very much for show.



Yukimura hummed into the kiss, pleasantly aware that all eyes were on the two effeminate boys making out. Fuji was not used to his sadistic lover showing this sort of affection, so he reaped it for all its worth.



Sanada thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest; it raced so fast it was almost painful. He couldn\'t even begin to figure out what he was feeling while watching them, a blush spreading from his ears to his ankles. Tezuka amazingly still looked the same, except for a pulsing in his temple, and Atobe licked his lips looking like he wanted to join in.



The diva was probably about to, when a door downstairs slammed open, followed by a shrill voice calling, "I\'m home!"



Turning sharply towards the noise with a glare that could cut steel, Yukimura pulled away from his disappointed lover, his lips in a thin, tight line as he stood from the bed. Before he could go anywhere, Fuji took his hand in both of his.



"We can go to my house," the tensai whispered conspiratorially. The bluenette nodded, asking the others with a glance if they were coming.



Tezuka nodded, unreadable as always, and Sanada was just plain relieved that the disturbingly erotic scene had been interrupted. Atobe on the other hand looked annoyed.



"We better continue this there," he drawled, sounding rather turned on.



Yukimura was the first down the stairs, not even bothering to see if the others were following. His mother was busy pilling shopping bags on the couch.



"Oh Seiichi, you should have told me you\'d be home," she piped once she noticed him. "Will you take these bags up to my room? Soustroms was having their bi-annual sale, and I just had to take advantage of it. I met up with my girlfriends from the office and we took half the day off - What happened to your lips?"



She blinked with a naivety that looked stupid for her age, staring at the swollen buds with incredulity. Yukimura rolled his eyes and ignored her, sweeping out the door.



"Difficult boy," she huffed, then turned to glare at the others as if just noticing them. "Well? He already left so why are you still here?"



Lifting one perfectly shaped eyebrow, Atobe stared back at the woman, questioning how such gaudy fashion sense could exist. Disregarding the outfit, the lady was actually quite pretty, age hidden by thick layers of make-up, a golden haired version of Yukimura, though obviously she used dye. So the bluenette took after his mother,at least in terms of looks.



Dislike marred Sanada\'s face, but Fuji smiled in his usual way and bowed politely before exiting. Tezuka also gave a formal bow before following after them, his hand on Atobe\'s back to make sure the other didn\'t start making quips about plebian attitudes.



The air between them was slightly awkward as they rode the train, each lost in his own thoughts. What they were doing, what they were so aiming for... they hoped they\'d soon find out.



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Special Dedication to \'n\' - Recap of Yuki beating Fuji. ... Keep in mind, it\'s just a recap, not a part of the story. -sweatdrop-



::: Yuki slapped and backhanded Fuji multiple times until he bruised, accidentally scratching his cheek in the process. He sadistically licked the offending pinky finger, before lifting up Fuji\'s shirt and scratching him there as well, hard enough to draw blood. When Fuji whimpered a pained \'iya\', Yuki reprimanded him by punching his thigh, spun him around and was about to do more when they fell. :::



(See? Isn\'t reviewing good? You get little bits of story dedicated to you.)



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A/N: So Yuki-muse glares at me and screams, \'Where\'s the f-ing sex?!\' (I ran away as fast as I could) DX



Sorry for the short chapter... It was impossible to write. OTL But I wrote it any ways for all of you lovely reviewers -chuus- It\'s Tezuka\'s fault. He does not say more than five word sentences. -slaps forehead- And I didn\'t realize how hard it is to deal with reactions from five different people... hm...



(I realized later that there\'s no way Ore-sama would take the train. But I couldn\'t change it because of train imagery and symbolism. \'They rode the limo\' was just not working.)



The handcuffs are a special dedication to Shourin XD who\'s review inspired them (my original plans were not so kinky XD). The double review worked, btw. XD



Review kudasai!!