For All the Wrong Reasons

!!! Omake added at 8pm, Dec. 27 !!!

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: Parental involvement (again! why...). And babel fish. And total lack of direction.



Review replies:



danu: That part wasn't originally supposed to get a flashback but my Yuki-muse demanded it be written. XD Yuki-mama just doesn't like the idea that he's being goaded (by Fuji) into it rather than choosing it himself. Ff(dot)net does allow smut (under the M rating) it's just not all that smut-friendly. So, no scenes will be deleted! Only if ff(dot)net asks for them to be, then I'll take the whole fic down. They're too essential to the plot! :D



loli: Kyaaan I look forward to reading it!! -dying to know what happens- Yes, and Sana-dada muse is still going strong -sobs- probably cause he didn't get enough smex. Well, that's his own fault for being epileptic. XDDD



krystal: Yeah, I'll definitely post all the changes here, once I get around to making them. (Might be awhile, now XD). I'm thinking of flashing back to Tezuka's POV, at some point... if Tezuka-muse will cooperate. -prays- There was indeed, LOTS of touching, licking, and strip teasing involved XD and some bickering captains. Kufufu.



yellow: I'll make sure to post it here as well! I'm thinking of posting a series of omakes at the end (if it ever finishes -sweatdrop-). Thanks for the review!



shourin: XD His physical stamina is great, as he'll (hopefully) prove later. I think... I think he'll get over the whole fainting thing. His mind was indeed blown to unconsciousness. XD Tezuka does seem like a hypocrite.. I think I actually know what he's thinking for once, hopefully I'll manage to include it somewhere in the story. As for Yumiko, there is nothing she doesn't know - she is psychic and omniscient. XD



Hm... I didn't think about Fuji hiding his room, but I feel inspired by this comment. Yosh! Well, the reason Atobe's never been over is because Fuji mostly hung out in Atobe's mansion of amazing million rooms or went out to capitalist events with him (like gallery viewings); as for Yukimura, that ties back to the fact that Fuji always went to Yukimura's place. That's the only control he's given - he can chose not to go if he's afraid of what Yukimura will do. Fuji's other relationships were short, only a matter of weeks. As for the request - I will do my best! Those two definitely have some drama to work out XD If I don't manage it in the fic itself, it'll be in an omake.



I love your comments so much! They are thorough and insightful and inspirational XD they make my muses go twitch (in a good way, kufufu). Of course everyone loves Fuji... or at least wants to have sex with him. -sweatdrop-



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Something shifted next to him, prompting Sanada to open his eyes. His pupils rolled to the right, where Tezuka slept perfectly still on his back. That's funny, he thought, since he couldn't remember having gotten far enough with the stoic brunette that they'd slept in the same bed.



He felt the shifting next to him again, and rolled his eyes to the left, to discover the something was Fuji Syuusuke snuggling up against him. An arm draped around the tensai's waist, which Sanada discovered upon lifting his head belonged to none other than Atobe Keigo.



Oh. Oh yeah. The memories of last night flooded back to him, stirring his nether parts with a warm tingling sensation. The image of Yukimura riding his long desired boyfriend burned before his eyes, and now his parts were getting very warm, and Fuji cuddling his stomach was not helping. Yukimura....



Detaching the lithe brunette he slowly sat up, relieved to see his captain standing by the window, looking out towards the rising sun. Yukimura turned and smiled at him, his gentle face always a pleasant sight to wake up to. But those days had ended long ago... what the hell was he doing...



He carefully pulled himself out from between the two Seigakuans, trying not to disturb them more than he already had. Fuji made an annoyed little noise that he could only describe as cute and snuggled against the sheets. The brunette's eyes squeezed shut as if he were determined to stay asleep.



"Good morning," Yukimura smiled and reached towards his teammate when he approached, but he placed his hand on the back of Yukimura's and pushed it away.



"Yukimura, this-"



"You enjoyed it." The bluenette looked back towards the window, away from him. "You can't deny that."



Snorting, Sanada crossed his arms in symbolic defiance, unable to quench the bitter feelings that stirred whenever his captain was around.



"Don't think about it too much right now," Yukimura whispered, sounding a little sad.



"I don't..." The vice captain ran his fingers through his hair, scratching his head. "Fine," he sighed. It was true, after all, that he'd felt very good despite being only half conscious, and the discomfort between his legs was proof that his body'd be willing to do it again. The problem was, he didn't understand what 'it' was.



He looked over the three sleepers on the bed, drawing in a shaky breath at the beauty and incredible sensuality each one of them head. Tezuka was, in his opinion, by far the most handsome, but there was something about Fuji that he couldn't quite place his finger on, though his length jerked as if it knew. Atobe... he scowled, thinking his rival would always annoy him, even if he admitted that the diva was, at least a little, as good looking as he often bragged.



"Why is only Fuji naked?" He blurted, wondering why he hadn't noticed sooner.



Eyes twinkling, Yukimura chuckled, "Because that's the way I wanted it. Don't complain - I made them leave your shirt on, and put your boxers back on when we were finished."



"Shame," Atobe yawned, woken by their talking. He was not used to being disturbed while sleeping - his servants were well trained. Well, what could you expect from these plebeians? "The cloth on these night clothes is despicable. Ore-sama will have them re-made in cashmere. Though the design is-"



"Tezuka," Yukimura interrupted, rolling his eyes. "You can stop pretending to sleep now."



The stoic brunette's eyes opened in response, though if he was annoyed at being caught, it didn't show. Without saying a word, he slipped from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.



Bored by the ensuing silence, Atobe nonchalantly pulled Fuji onto his lap, molding the sleepy boy like a doll into a comfortable position before picking up his cell phone next to the bed. The lavished heir chatted with some servant of his for a while, ordering what sounded like breakfast to be delivered, though Sanada barely recognized half of the dish names.



The black haired youth pulled his pants back on while Yukimura combed his hair. The sun quietly drew upwards, spreading light across the sky. Fuji stayed sleeping on Atobe's chest, purring as the diva stroked his back and neck. Tezuka returned in a bathrobe that fit just right for his size, giving the two a sour look before he grabbed his clothes and went to another room to change.



Atobe quickly got bored and forced Fuji to wake and get dressed, which was good timing since a few minutes after he finished, they heard a car arrive downstairs.



"Unusually fast," said Atobe, following the tensai downstairs. Tezuka was on the living room couch reading a book and stood properly on their approach. Fuji didn't have a chance to open the door, however, when the knob rattled and the entrance opened on its own.



"Mother!" Fuji exclaimed, looking wide-eyed at the smiling, middle aged woman pulling her luggage through the door. He immediately moved to help her with the cases, joined by Tezuka who took the large blue one on wheels. Atobe looked like he wanted to help, but just wasn't sure how luggage could be carried without servants.



"Thank you Syuusuke." After changing her shoes, the woman drew her middle child in a hug before greeting him with two cheek kisses. "I didn't know you'd have friends over! Ah, thank you Tezuka-kun," she smiled and gave the same greeting, hugging the stoic youth who went rigid but endured it, and the kisses too. "Ah, and you are ... mmm, Atobe Keigo-kun -"



"Je vous suis étonné que connaissez-moi Madame," the diva suavely interjected, kissing the back of her hand.



"Mon fils m'écrit des lettres," she replied, laughing and lightly blushing. "Plaisir de vous rencontrer finalement. And you two..." She turned to Yukimura and Sanada, who had come down the stairs upon hearing the commotion. "You must be Seiichi-kun," she gave the surprised bluenette a peck on the cheek, "and you are ... " her brow furrowed as she looked over Sanada.



"Sanada Genichirou," Fuji filled in. "He's a new friend, same school as Seiichi."



"I'm glad to meet both of you," she finished, taking their hands in a friendly hold.



Sanada finally stopped hiding behind his hat brim long enough to meet her eyes. She had the exactly same face as Fuji, plus a few wrinkles - round and light colored, with the same close eyed smile. Had she been twenty years younger, they would have been twins. She had the air of a woman who liked to challenge herself, with the way she tried to name each of them.



"How did you recognize us?" Yukimura asked quietly, eyes dim and posture giving away his discomfort.



"Syuusuke sends me pictures," she winked, about to pull her bag up the stairs when Sanada took hold of it. He took the bag Fuji had too, easily lifting the heavy cases as if they were full of air.



They followed after her, Yukimura glancing at Fuji who seemed to have turned his smile into a wall. The bluenette had not really seen how closed off the tensai was under normal circumstances, so the countenance was unfamiliar for him. It reminded him of a theater mask, always smiling and unreadable. He wanted to grab those half-stretched lips and twist them till they bled.



If he thought about it further, then Tezuka's stoic visage was like the other mask, the one that always frowned. He supposed he'd have to learn much more about those two and the relationship they had if he was going to make this work... he just wasn't looking forward to it. He felt sick to his stomach, even though in his head he knew better. Even though he knew...



The sound of Fuji's mother dropping her purse to the floor broke his thoughts.



"What happened to the bedroom?!"



Oops.



Sanada stuttered an apology, and he looked two seconds away from getting on his knees and bowing to the floor. Atobe offered to pay the cleaning bills, Tezuka's eyebrow twitched, Yukimura covered his mouth with his hand, and Fuji's smile seemed to widen a little.



Pillows and blankets were strewn everywhere, and they'd had to improvise to fit onto the bed. Since Fuji donned a fresh set of clothes, the ones he'd worn before were left on the floor. Yukimura had enough sense to have cleaned up any liquids, at least marginally, but overall it looked like they'd had a sumo contest and used the entire room for the ring. At least nothing was broken. Yet.



Seeing the looks on the five boys' faces, Fuji Yoshiko burst out laughing. "Oh Syuusuke, I thought you were too old for slumber parties," she chuckled, holding her chest as she ran out of breath. "Did you have a pillow fight? I remember you used to do that a lot, when Eiji-kun was over. My, boys these days..."



The four team leaders sweatdropped, while Fuji seemed rather pleased with himself. "We'll clean up," he assured her, directing Sanada and Tezuka to leave the luggage by the door.



"Mes domestiques livrent le petit déjeuner, si vous voudriez nous joindre," smoothed Atobe, clearly living up the fact that only he and the two Fujis knew French. Yukimura wanted to smack the smug grin off his face, or maybe give Fuji a spanking, which would at least make him feel better.



"Oh no no, you dears enjoy your breakfast," Yoshiko waved her hand for emphasis. "I promised my daughter Yumiko that I'd join her for breakfast. She's been telling me about this cafe in Shibuya-"



"Don't mind us, Mother," Fuji smiled, guiding her to the door and handing her her purse. "We'll be fine. I'll see you tonight, then?"



She seemed to take the hint, a suspicious twinkle in her eye as she gave her son a farewell kiss then waved them all goodbye. The four non-Fuji boys gave varied sighs of relief as she drove away in her sedan.



Breakfast came soon after, and they made light, mundane conversation, mostly about tennis, since that was safe. Each had their own opinions about the pro circuit and the upcoming year - the captains were all sure their teams would take nationals in their senior year, bragging about the progress of their players. The opposing speculations and challenges grew louder and it might have turned into another showdown between Sanada and Atobe, when suddenly there was the clang of glass and sloshing of water...



Somehow, Fuji's glass of water had managed to splash all over Tezuka's face, drops of water falling from his glasses. His expression was still the same of course but somehow he looked more miserable, as he removed the poor spectacles and wiped them off with his napkin. The heated men were too busy staring at his unveiled face to remember what they were fighting about. God, Seigaku's captain was hot without his glasses.



Smiling innocently, Fuji started clearing away the table, and Yukimura quickly stood to help him, being the only other one not entranced by the hazel brown eyes whose glare was not so sharp when fuzzily pointed in the wrong direction. The tensai had insisted Atobe's servants leave after delivering the food and that they could clean up after themselves, much to the diva's horror.



"I'm surprised," Yukimura said as he rinsed off plates. "I imagined your parents would be..." more like mine... the last words went unspoken but everyone heard them.



"She seems less stressed," said Tezuka, breaking the awkward pause.



Fuji put the last of the glasses in the dishwasher. "She was in France visiting her parents," he explained. "And Yuuta writes her letters too, now."



They went back to the master bedroom to clean up. Shocked that his offer to call in a professional cleaning team was rejected, Atobe more or less moped on the bed until he was kicked off so they could make it, then grumbled to himself as he reigned from a chair in the corner.



They finished pulling up the comforter, and Tezuka leaned down to collect Fuji's clothes, but the tensai tried to do the same at the same time, his hand falling upon Tezuka's. The stoic captain pulled away with a grimace, but Fuji didn't have time to feel hurt because Yukimura chose that moment to push him, hard. He slammed into Tezuka's chest, caught awkwardly by the shoulder. Wincing as pain shot from his bruises, he gave the sexiest little squeak, arms folded against his chest as if expecting more.



"Just what are you trying to do?!" Tezuka growled with an angry glare.



Yukimura returned it with a friendly smile and narrowed eyes. "Share. I thought I made this clear to you last night."



Sanada thought he should intervene, but that was hard with Atobe's hot breath falling down his neck. The diva hugged him from behind, pulling him back, lips tickling his nape in a way that was more than suggestive.



Tezuka gently placed Fuji an arms length away, though his eyes stayed narrowly fixed on Yukimura as if he feared the bluenette would try harming his teammate again.



Yukimura took a step towards them, and Tezuka pulled Fuji closer. The tensai trembled slightly but passively allowed himself to be moved as the pattern repeated itself until he was practically pinned between the two captains. They stared sharply at each other, unspoken words flaring between them.



'You don't have the right to keep him from me, and you know it.'



Placing his hand on the back of Fuji's neck, Yukimura nudged the tensai towards him and whispered in his ear. The bluenette took hold of Tezuka's arm, allowing Fuji to slip away, smirking devilishly at the bespectacled captain who miserably let his ex-lover go. So long as the imp was busy with him and not Fuji, it shouldn't matter.



While his boyfriend kept his ex at bay, Fuji slid over to Sanada, who Atobe had more or less cornered. The vice captain flushed brightly from the diva's talented necking, and Fuji's hands slipping beneath his shirt didn't help stall his rising temperature. The lithe brunette stood tip-toe and kissed the corner of his mouth, probably carrying out orders.



"Yukimura..." Sanada pleaded, voice welled with uncertainty as he failed to ward off Fuji's advance.



"Yukimura," Tezuka echoed far more harshly, moving towards them and pulling the lithe captain with him.



"Make it clear," drawled Atobe, leaving Sanada in Fuji's more than capable hands. "What you want."



Sighing, Yukimura released Tezuka's arms, though the other could have gotten away easily had he really tried. Settling on the bed, the elfin beauty leaned back and parting his knees suggestively before speaking.



"I want to share, the way we did last night." He looked Tezuka straight in the eye, then carefully looked at each of them, making sure they understood what he was saying. "I want to do it again tonight, and again the next night, and again for a very long time..."



"Seiichi that's ..." Fuji stopped with his ministrations and turned towards his boyfriend, his voice filled with questioning.



For the first time Tezuka realized that Fuji didn't know about this either, that whatever Yukimura and Atobe were planning he wasn't involved - just a doll dragged along for the ride. The Seigakuan leader had known Fuji long enough to see nervousness touching his light blue orbs, fear of the unknown bringing out his old habit of bighting his lower lip.



"Wait..." Sanada's brow furrowed as he tried to sort things out in his head. "Are you saying you want the five of us to be in a relationship?"



Atobe looked like he wanted to smack himself in the forehead, Yukimura beamed smugly and even Fuji responded with a sweatdrop.



Hugging himself nervously as he imagined the consequences, Fuji started, "That's-"



"Not going to happen," Tezuka coldly interrupted. His face grew dark, making him even more unreadable than before, but his anger was obvious.



"Well, it's not like I won't be happy having Fuji all to myself," the bluenette taunted, motioning Fuji over to him. The tensai obeyed like a well-trained pet, curling at his feet and laying his head on Yukimura's lap. Victory dancing in the captain's eyes as he saw Tezuka jerk, obviously holding himself back from reaching for Fuji.



"I also thought it was ridiculous, when Seiichi suggested it," Atobe drawled, silver eyes swirling with both amusement and lust as he observed them with his insight. "A five-way relationship? Even ore-sama has not attempted such a feat. But imagine the sex..."



Sanada looked like he was suffering from another information overload, but Tezuka's stony expression still did not break.



"I'll give you some time to think about it," Yukimura purred, stroking Fuji's hair in a way that almost looked like pulling.



"I'll consider it after we talk," Tezuka growled, but inside he felt seared by helplessness as he watched the proud, brilliant tensai from his team submit fearfully to the effeminate imp. But he couldn't give in, not to his anger or his desires, both leading in directions he refused to take.



"Oh?" Feeling curious, Yukimura raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat amused. "About what?"



"About you. About what you did, and what you still want to do."



Yukimura's smile faltered then broadened. "I didn't know you liked to talk in riddles, Tezuka," he smirked, drawing Fuji up onto the bed. "I'm afraid I just can't follow what you're saying." He pulled the brunette's head forward so that it was smothered against his chest, his arms gripping tightly around Fuji's shoulders. It only looked comfortable for one of them.



"Fuji," Tezuka called, somewhere between commanding and begging the tensai to stop, stop playing this game, stop letting Yukimura do this to him. He knew how much power his former lover had, that he could draw away if only he wanted to.



'You're the one hurting most,' a little voice in Tezuka's head laughed nastily at him. 'You deserve it. He's doing it to punish you.'



"Fuji," he repeated. This time the tensai shifted his head so that one shaky blue eye peered out, wearily meeting Tezuka's gaze. "Fuji, tell him. About you, and about your father."



". . . What would you know about it," Fuji murmured coldly, his eyes strangely sharp and threatening.



Yukimura looked taken aback by this sudden change in tone, by the defiance Fuji showed Tezuka but had never shown him. But now he was too curious to act against it, and shifted Fuji so that he was in a better position to talk.



"Yumiko told me," Tezuka replied, seemingly unphased. He kept his eyes on Fuji's, hard and challenging, daring him to speak for once and stop playing the passive doll.



"...It won't change anything," Fuji whispered. He knew what Tezuka was asking. 'Explain to Yukimura, so that he won't hurt you anymore.' It wouldn't work that way, Fuji knew, and as interesting as he found other people, he hated talking about himself. He would rather be sexually exposed, beaten, tied and forced to orgasm in the most shameful ways than give away his past, the crimes of his natural abilities that had only brought him jealous hatred...



"I'll tell them." All eyes were on Tezuka, and he took Fuji's silence as permission. "About how your father used to beat you when you were little, that you protected your mother and siblings, until he left to work abroad."



A gentle silence settled over the five as as Tezuka's monotone sunk in. In a moment of tenderness, Yukimura drew Fuji up into a hug, reminiscent of a mother cradling a sick child. For once, the tensai wasn't smiling.



It seemed as if he wasn't going to say anything, but then Fuji spoke softly, resting his head on Yukimura's shoulder.



"It wasn't... as black and white as you make it sound. I... my family was fine, until I... destroyed it."



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A/N: Crappiest chapter yet. Gah, Tezuka only cares about talking. (Ironic for a guy who never talks.) It's like he doesn't have a penis -annoyed- no wait, I guess the problem is he was overly satisfied the night before and now it's easy for him to control his libido. Darn.



Following is classic Fuji angst. Yeah, CLASSIC. (So expect much cliche drama. But who doesn't love cliche drama?)



A/N2: -huff, puff- I tried very hard to get that out by Christmas, so I'm not sure how good it is. ... Did I make it? Well... I think it's still Christmas in Hawaii...



A/N3: Yay, finished the Christmas omake, it is added below!



Time line notice: The omake takes place AFTER the story has ended (all omakes are post-story). A special Christmas treat for all you TezuFuji fans (with a touch of YukiFuji SM -evil laugh-).

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Omake



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1. Gift



He tested the ribbon when he bought it. It was strong enough that you needed a scissors to cut it, but it was still only ribbon.



The wide red streamer wrapped nicely around the sleeping boy's wrists. Fuji struggled awake, but by the time he was fully conscious it was too late. Using his knees, the sadistic captain pinned down his captive's legs and chest, trying the ribbon to the bed post in a big perfect bow.



"I warned you not to sleep in on Christmas day," Yukimura told him pleasantly. His friendly smile matched his Santa hat.



So this was the reason the bluenette always insisted Fuji sleep naked, so that he could be ambushed before waking. Within minutes, the effeminate brunette was covered in red ribbons, constricting his arms and legs in an erotic spread.



Folding a short strip in half, Yukimura slid on a pink bell, then tied it around the brunette's rising cock. Very amused, the star tennis player wrapped a ribbon over Fuji's mouth, then eyes, then neck. Leaning back, he frowned as he realized he'd over done the amount, the ribbons covering more than half of Fuji's body. Oh well.



He fingered the tip of Fuji's cock for a bit, enjoying the sound of the bell as it twitched, before getting bored and leaving for his morning run. Fuji twisted and whimpered behind his gag when he realized he was being abandoned, the bell ringing along in protest. Yukimura decided to take a nice hot shower after his run.



Tezuka came in a little bit later, having finished his morning jog and shower rituals, only to find a mass of ribbon and Fuji squirming on the bed.



Heart quickening, he swiftly pulled off the makeshift blind fold, revealing pleading blue eyes with a slight trail of moisture on thick lower lashes. The jingle of a bell drew his attention, but once he saw where it was he tried his best to ignore it and focused on removing the ribbons.



He was about to remove the gag when he noticed the choker around Fuji's neck, not tight enough to suffocate but clearly too much for comfort. He pulled on the end of the bow, but instead of releasing, the ribbon jerked against Fuji's throat, eliciting a muffled choking noise. The bow had been tied wrong, Tezuka realized, so that it tightened instead of coming undone.



'No, it was on purpose,' he reminded himself with a grimace. He tested the gag and found it had been mis-tied as well.



"Where's the scissors?" He growled, not meaning to take out his anger on Fuji but unable to stop his fist from forming.



Fuji shook his head, the bell around his manhood jingling with impatience. Tezuka couldn't stand it anymore and pulled it off, a gagged moan erupting as the weeping length was teased.



He glanced around, but saw no sign that Yukimura had left whatever scissors he'd been using in the room. He could always run around looking for one, but that meant leaving Fuji by himself, and all he had with him was the pocket knife he used on trips with his dad.



Realizing that was the best he could do, he pulled his keys out of his pocket, unable to stop his hand from shaking as he opened the tiny blade. It was sharp but barely an inch and a half long, not enough to be seriously threatening, but still...



"...This is all I have," he said, showing the tensai.



Fuji nodded calmly; his eyes clearly saying, 'I trust you.'



'I know you do,' Tezuka thought in respond, 'more than I trust myself.'



"Hold still." His voice was so calm, despite the terror he felt inside. He cut the pseudo-gag away first, nicking the edge and cutting up its width, relieved that it came apart so smoothly.



Once his mouth was freed, Fuji didn't speak but his lips hung open; he seemed to focus on breathing, little gasping noises accompanying each breath, making Tezuka worry about how long he'd been like this.



Gulping, he traced the edge of the choker, coming to the horrifying realization that he'd have to tug it away from the skin to cut it without cutting Fuji. He'd have to just do it.



The ribbon naturally tightened as he swiftly fingered up its edge, and he forced himself not to panic when Fuji's eyes rolled back into his head, possibly a sign of blacking out as his throat was compressed. An audible sigh of relief escaped the stoic brunette as he managed to slice it off quickly but carefully.



Fuji gasped and panted hard to regain breath as the ribbon fell away, and Tezuka cut off the wrist bindings with much less pressure. The moment he recovered, Fuji half-jumped his savior, wrapping his arms and legs around Tezuka and kissing him with a desperate passion. The honey-haired youth ground his aching hardness against Tezuka's already well-awakened one. His body language made it clear that he wanted it, and he wanted it now.



He'd already come to suspect how much the brunette enjoyed the choking sensation, though he couldn't fathom why, but Fuji's hardness and leaking pre-cum was evidence enough. He'd watched but never participated in Yukimura and Atobe's play with whips and ropes, though he stepped in if he felt they went too far. Fuji never complained either way, and Sanada's appetite for voyeurism had only grown since their first fivesome. Not that Tezuka didn't enjoy it himself - he just felt too guilty every time he saw Fuji in pain to fall to the tantalizing sadomasochism the rest of his lovers had.



Fuji was impatiently rocking his hips, urging Tezuka to hurry up before he came without him. The hazel eyed captain barely had time to unzip his pants, pushing down his boxers, knowing he wouldn't manage to get his clothes off any further. Fuji grabbed his hand and started sucking on his fingers, lathering them with as much saliva as he could.



Caressing the underside of his lover's thigh, Tezuka brought each of Fuji's legs over his shoulders, and shoved one of the half-moist fingers into the beautifully twitching hole that presented itself. A mewl of pleasure spurred him on, though he knew Fuji wanted him to go faster, but one of Tezuka's secret addictions was taunting the tensai by going at his own pace. He twisted for a bit then added another finger, moving quickly to scissoring. His own cock was starting to ache, begging him to hurry up.



Despite all his nervousness, the show from before had made him very, very hard.



He decided Fuji would be fine without a third finger, and neither of them could wait any longer anyways. Pulling out the appendages, the stoic captain directed the tip of his length to his target, then plunged all the way in in one firm stroke, eliciting load moans from both of them.



God, Fuji was tight, though that wasn't a surprise considering his lovers spent more time teasing him then taking him. Tezuka held himself still to give the tensai time to adjust, but Fuji mewled needily and started shifting his hips up and down as best he could.



Tezuka grabbed his arms and pressed down against him to force him to stay still, and Fuji moaned at the unusual act of aggression from his orthodox lover. The stoic seme held them in the same position for several seconds; he wanted to be in control of at least this.



Finally he started to move, excruciatingly slow, drifting up and down and then increasing the pace. He struck Fuji's sweet spot, the wanton cry driving him faster until he was full out pumping, angling to hit his lover's prostrate with each thrust.



The tensai was ahead of him and came screaming his name. Feeling the hot chasm pulse widely around his cock drove him into a hard, merciless rhythm until he came as well, groaning in ecstasy.



His lover's seed stained his shirt, a distant thought about laundry and showering again drifting past him before he collapsed onto the bed. He used the last of his strength to pull out of Fuji, who immediately cuddled against him in a koala hold. Fuji snuggled with everyone, but it was only Tezuka whose name he called during sex. That was the captain's one piece of pride.



They had barely drifted off to sleep when an alarm clock went off in the form of Christmas chimes, jerking them both awake. Tezuka shot up to see a note laying on the desk next to the spool of remaining ribbon.



It read, Merry Christmas.



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