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: It's official. Sanada is a jerk. And he totally lacks insight. There's so much I wanted to say from his POV, but Sana-muse says that Sana-dada is a dolt, and wouldn't know those things. Grrr. (But his chest is smexy. And everyone's an uke when Sana-dada's aroused around.)

I apologize for over-using italics. Italics represent flashback, but a flashback within a flash back is represented by non-italics. Same thing with thoughts within a flashback. So, yeah, it gets confusing. Sorry. Let me know if the difference isn't obvious enough.

Review replies:

danu: I hate her too, she's a terrible mother. YukiFuji is definitely spicy, not so sure about the nice -sweatdrop- but they do have nice, friendly discussions about all sorts of things when they're not in dominant/submissive mode. Unfortunately, those times have dwindled as Yuki gets... mm worse. Hopefully this chapter satisfied just enough craving that you're still dying for more -evil wink-

loli: Feel guilty! Feel very guilty! Fuufuufuu, Sei-chan's insanity IS the kinky-ness XDDD It's a paradox that they feel sorry for him, though, when he's the one who did the hurting.

Krystal: Oh, yeah, Atobe just wants to 'play peasant' -buys it- XD -pats- Sanada isn't so much emotionless as he is clueless. He's too confused to show emotion right now. Most the time he's just angry, anyways, when he's not being all emo. I'm pretty mad at him too. So mad, I gave him a whole chapter -sweatdrops- ... err... ehehe... keep reading.

shourin: You noticed! XD Kufufunofu, yes, it's only Sanada. Maybe that's his 'problem'. Tezuka tires me out, too OTL Tezuka-muse won't tell me what he's thinking. He's even more of a mystery than Fuji. D: I'm so flattered that you're re-reading, I like to slip in little bits but I didn't know if they'd be noticed or not. Hurrah!

n: Hope so... it wasn't written all that well, but at least it clears up a little mystery? I may go back and re-write it later, though it doesn't have any relevance to the story or character development -sweatdrop- But I do believe writing it awakened Yuki-muse and inspired the beginning of this chapter... XD

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Yukimura came home to find a lost kitten meowing on his porch.

"I told you not to come today." His calm tone held only a slight reproach, but his eyes glowed with ferocity. Fuji shuddered in both fear and delight as Yukimura grabbed his left wrist and dragged him inside.

Within minutes he was pushed onto the bed, hitting his knee against the edge of the foot board. A light chuckled rang out behind him as he clung to it, gritting his teeth waiting for the pain to subside. Yukimura gave him a moment before grabbing each of his forearms and pushing him flat onto his back, his smile broadening as the brunette squirmed fearfully beneath him. It was like the tensai was asking for it.

Bending over his captive, he stretched aside the shirt's collar and bit into the juncture between the neck and shoulder. Throwing his head back, Fuji gasped as teeth pressed hard into the tender muscle, threatening to puncture the skin. The bluenette stopped short of drawing blood; he didn't feeling like tasting it today.

He slipped his hand underneath the blue and white shirt, feeling the rough texture of scabs from where he'd scratched. His other hand graced down Fuji's arm, stopping when a hard plastic blocked it. Frowning, he looked down to see a tan colored brace over the bandages on Fuji's wrist.

He stared at it, blinking twice as the emotion fell from his face. He thought it was only a bad bruise. The memory flashed through his mind, of it twisting when he grabbed Fuji's hand.

It doesn't matter to me.

He pulled away, torn between paddling the brunette for lying about it or sending him home to rest. Fuji looked so beautiful, so vulnerable trembling on the bed, waiting for the abusive reprimand that would surely come, that Yukimura's heart skipped a beat.

No.

He wasn't supposed to feel like this. He wasn't supposed to feel guilty over what he'd done. He enjoyed it too much to regret it now.

His naturally maternal instinct towards tenderness was awakening, though, as it did when any member of his team was hurt or needed help. He had this strange image of sitting with Fuji in the club room, scolding him for pushing himself as he smoothed ointment over scratches, as he often did with Akaya.

"These aren't my bandages," he murmured. Fuji stiffened, his eyes flickering evasively to the side.

"I had to take them off to shower-"

Yukimura slapped him before he could say anymore. "I do not permit lying," the captain hissed, shaking him by the shoulders and pressing him into the mattress.

Instead of going rigid, Fuji's body twisted in response to the familiar stinging against his already bruised cheek. "More..." he moaned, feeling light headed, probably because his head had banged into the wall as he was shaken.

Midnight blue eyes widened in shock. Fuji was too out of it to notice the grip on his arms slacken.

"Break me."

A chill swept through Yukimura, as if he'd taken off his coat in the middle of a snow field and been struck by artic winds. He pulled away, pale as a ghost.

"This isn't what I want."

Fuji stayed dazed on the bed, his eyes glossing over, limbs wavering in anticipation. Yukimura tore his eyes away, adding quietly, "And this isn't what you really want."

He slipped on his regular's jersey, rubbing his hands to bring some warmth back to his ice cold skin. "Go home," he ordered, keeping his face towards the window.

"No." Fuji's soft, defiant tone made the captain's blood start to boil.

"Fine then, stay here." He threw Fuji's cell phone at him; it bounced off his chest and fell onto the mattress. "Call me when you've left."

"Seiichi!"

Desperate hands grabbed for his sleeve, but Yukimura turned more swiftly to catch him by the shoulders. He did not push him away but forced him back onto the bed. In truth he wanted to slam the brunette into the desk and pound him senseless, but that was exactly what the tensai wanted. Instead he grabbed a pair of handcuffs out of the top drawer and linked one end to the headboard, tucking the key into his pocket before sweeping from the room.

"I decide when these things happen!" He yelled, slamming the door shut before Fuji could reply.

Once outside, energy sapped from his knees and he collapsed against the door, sinking down onto the floor. Minutes, hours maybe passed as he sat there breathing as quietly as he could. He left after he no longer heard the metal rattling.

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Sanada had thought his feelings were gone, that they had faded away in light of his attraction to Tezuka. He had known, of course, that he would always be fond of his first love, but the unfamiliar, violent aspects at the end of his relationship had sunk a sour, bitter perspective into his lingering relation with his captain. Only now, as he began to see the frail, needy Yukimura he remembered and fell in love with, did he feel a re-kindling of what had once been and perhaps had never died.

Sanada was the type who needed to be needed. Tezuka and Atobe were the same way, but the need was much stronger for him. He led but he was not a leader; he commanded the team with confidence only because Yukimura was behind him, making all the decisions and whispering orders.

Used to staying in the background, he hardly spoke, allowing Tezuka and Atobe to take the lead. He was too confused to know what to do anyways. He glanced at his companions, noticing Yukimura tightly gripping Fuji's arm, and wondered if he should feel disconcerted. He barely knew the tensai, but he felt obligated to get along with his boyfriend's friends ... and the fact he found the lithe brunette sensually alluring had nothing to do with it.

He turned towards his boyfriend, but Seigaku's captain was staring blankly at the passing lights, his stony exterior perfectly held. He was surprised at how well Tezuka was dealing with all of this - he always assumed the stoic brunette was like him, struggling to express himself and handle relationships.

Fuji lived in a two story house very similar to Yukimura's, in a typical suburban neighborhood that mixed Japanese and Western architecture. He led them into the entry way, pulling out enough slippers for all of them.

At first Sanada wondered if he was the only one who'd never been there, but noticed Yukimura and Atobe looking around as well. There were pictures every where, though not many with Fuji in them. An ancestral shelf with half-burned incense and a vase with flowers sat off to the side next to the fireplace.

He stared at the collection of pinned up photos on a board above the shoe rack, noticing many of them featured a small boy with a hatched scar on his forehead or random pictures of nature like the one of a butterfly landed on a bench. In one, a teenage girl hugged two little boys with each arm. She looked strikingly like Fuji, with the same hair but darker eyes, making a V at the camera. The boy with the scar scowled and looked like he was trying to squirm away, but the other boy smiled cheerfully and held his hand.

"I took most of those when I was young, and my mother put them up here."

He turned to see Fuji smiling at him, having noticed his interest. He realized he knew very little about the tensai's family, and was about to ask when a female voice called cheerfully,

"Syuusuke, are these your friends?" A gorgeous woman in her twenties came down the stairs, her business suite accented by redish curles the flowed around her shoulders.

"Un, Nee-san," Fuji smiled, his eyes crinkling upwards like the little boy in the picture, who Sanada identified now as him. She must have been the older girl in the pictures, meaning her hair was currently dyed.

She smiled brightly at them, "Hm, are you all from different schools? I'm Yumiko, Syuusuke's big sister - ah, Tezuka!" she exclaimed as she noticed him behind the other tennis players. "I haven't seen you in years! ... hm, you haven't changed..." She frowned contemplatively for a moment. Fuji bit back a chuckle, knowing that she was probably trying to convince herself that Tezuka really was the same age as her brother - not a businessman as she'd assumed when she first met him.

"Nee-san, would you mind if I borrowed the house?"

She arched an eyebrow, looking over the five of them inquisitively before shrugging. "I was going to visit my friend Himiko anyway. . . ah!" she suddenly exclaimed, clapping her hands as if suddenly realizing something. "Hm, well, have fun. Just remember that mother's flight gets in tomorrow." She gave them a cheerful wink and Fuji a goodbye kiss on the cheek before heading out.

The sound of her car pulling out of the driveway grew distant as Fuji led them up the stairs.

"We can use the master bedroom, since my parents are abroad," he said, his smile never changing. "It's more spacious and comfortable."

Frowning, Sanada asked, "What about the living room?"

Fuji giggle in reply and pushed open the door, flopping onto the king sized mattress then invitingly patting the space around him. Atobe settled on the pillows and stretched like a cat, and Yukimura sat calmly next to Fuji, stroking the brunette's head in a way reminiscent of a mother about to tell her child a bedtime story.

Tezuka seemed hesitant before sitting on the very edge of the bed's corner, which unfortunately placed him on Fuji's other side. Sanada didn't want to be left out, though he felt he already was in some way, so he stood near the bed head, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.

"So where were we?" Atobe drawled, checking his nails for defects.

"Don't even start," Tezuka snapped, crossing his arms.

"You were watching too," Yukimura smirked, reaching across Fuji and running his fingers along Tezuka's cheek. Sanada was sure he should be angry the contact, but there was just something about seeing the two people he felt for the most touch...

"Stop that," Tezuka growled, but made no move to match his words.

Laughing, Yukimura shifted his head until his lips match Fuji's, as if picking up where he left off, while simultaneously caressing Tezuka's cheek. The tensai stayed perfectly silent and still other than responding to the kisses, completely letting the effeminate captain lead.

They were back to the same incredibly hot image that Sanada couldn't drag his eyes away from, though some logical part of his mind pointed out that this had nothing to do with them working out their problems. Unfortunately, at the moment, his mind wasn't working as well as some parts of his body.

The vice captain a perfect view from the side as tongues connected and clashed, his jaw falling open like a cartoon. He hardly noticed Yukimura's fingers digging into the fabric of Tezuka's collar, till the bluenette jerked the stoic youth forward, bringing his face barely an inch from theirs.

Eyes widening behind his glasses, Tezuka quickly pulled back, but Yukimura kept hold of the top of his shirt, keeping him on the bed.

"What are you trying to do?!" Slight traces of panic laced his voice, which for Tezuka meant he was freaked.

"Share," Yukimura chuckled in reply, amused by his rival's horrified look. "What are you afraid of, Tezuka Kunimitsu?"

"It's just sex," Atobe drawled.

"I'm not like you," Tezuka scowled, glaring at the diva who sucked carelessly on his pinky.

"You don't have to be," Yukimura cooed. "You just have to give it a try."

Tezuka looked at Sanada for help, but he was too frozen to even blink. Sighing, the stern youth turned to Fuji, who said nothing but whose crystalline eyes trembled with hope and fear.

Adam's apple dropping as he swallowed, Tezuka slowly craned his neck forward, till his lips met Yukimura's in a sweet, drawn out kiss.

It was too much. Sanada was torn between staring, grabbing at his warming crotch or lunging at them. The room started to spin and blur, and then he couldn't see them at all, only the floral carpeting and then darkness.

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A moan slipped from his throat even before his eyes cracked open to stare up dimly at the plastered ceiling. He felt something good and warm between his legs, and something inside him rising pleasantly then pooling towards his groin.

"What happened?" he groaned, confused by the ache of his forehead mixed with the pleasant feeling near his thighs.

"You fainted," he heard Tezuka pant. ... Wait, pant? Tilting his head towards the voice, he found his face inches away from his boyfriend's, whose flushed skin shone with sweat. His eyes trailed downwards until they caught a pair of hands pressed against the brunette's chest, then the full view his ex sweating heavily as he pushed himself up and down on Tezuka's cock. Yukimura's head flew back as his mouth hung open in a silent moan, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Grabbing the bluenette's thighs in his hands, Tezuka helped push up and down, thrusting up as best he could.

Oh. Ooh. Sanada's hips jerked in response to the overly erotic scene, and he heard a muffled whimper. The warm feeling spiked and he lifted his head only to lower it again with a moan. He pulled himself up a bit, completely enraptured by the sight of his cock half buried in Fuji's mouth.

The tensai's lips drew up and down along his length, and then he noticed Atobe's fingers curled in the brunette's hair, using them to press and pull his head. The diva's other hand slipped beneath the tensai's stomach, fondling his balls and cock in encouragement.

He heard a wild grunt from his boyfriend beside him, and turned in time to see Tezuka's hips jerk as he filled Yukimura with seed. The plentiful liquid spurted and dripped down the bluenette's thighs as he pulled himself off, giving the exhausted captain below him a passionate kiss before patting his cheek and shifting away.

Tapping Atobe's shoulder, Yukimura swung him around, making sure Sanada had a clear view of the butt plug protruding from the diva's hole. The silver haired elitist purred like a tiger as Yukimura had him bend over the edge of the mattress, removing the plug and swiftly replacing it with his manhood. Atobe moaned as the blue haired beau slowly started to move in and out, the noise gradually increasing along with the rhythm.

Yukimura's dark blue eyes looked straight into Sanada's, the close-lipped smile assuring him he had not been forgotten. The bluenette nudged Atobe's shoulder with his chin, and the diva responded by placing his hand on the back of Fuji's head and pushing down.

A pleasured shout flew from the vice captain as the hot mouth engulfed his length, Fuji's stifled whimpers twisting his lips and causing the most erotic sensations. The tensai's throat vibrated unevenly around his cock, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

He could barely see the top of Fuji's head bobbing up and down, his vision blurring as he lost control, pumping into the tensai's mouth as the need built within him. Flashes of white sparked within his brain and then he screamed, his whole body shuddering as he jerked out his release.

His eyes could barely focus, but when he tiredly lifted his head he could see his cum dribbling from the tensai's mouth. Fuji was turned around and repositioned so his butt pressed against the bed, allowing Atobe to wildly grind their leaking cocks together as Yukimura continued to pump, and that was the last thing Sanada saw before the world once again faded to black...

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A/N: ... What can I say, they were horny. But yay, SMEX! Unfortunately, unconscious Sanada missed like half the orgy DX Dada no baka.

I am probably gonna post this fic on fanfiction(dot)net, with plot hole edits and better english and more details and extra scenes.

Review Kudasai O.O