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: More silly melodramatic monologue.



Review replies:



krystal: XD Nyaa, I don\'t ever write SanaYuki but... poor Yuki-mama, he means well. ... I think. Fuji gets tortured in pretty much every fic I read nowadays. XD -evil fangirls- Yuki\'s just... the son of god. LOL. -dies and thanks Konomi-



danu: Sorry for the long wait! It\'s true, Yuki always justifies it ... I\'m glad you liked it though. Sanada... I wonder too. It\'s hard to tell what Sanada\'s feeling since he himself doesn\'t know. :P



yellow: Thanks for the review. XD Hope this is soon enough!



Anon: XD I hope so... this story seems to be all over the place with backstory. More to come!



elusive_dream: Yay, glad you like it - kufufu, though I don\'t think my muses could handle Ryouma fitting in as well XD Maybe in a future story.

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In the beginning, Yukimura frightened him.



He had read about this kind of relationship, in psychology and sociology books about human interaction, but he never expected to fall into one. It was intense, passionate, physically turbulent, but strangely, he felt that this was the most emotionally stable that he had been in the past three years.



It was simply, he realized. All Yukimura wanted from him was total, physical submission. All he had to do was give that, and then the bluenette would control everything else. He didn\'t have to do anything. He could give up, and that was okay. For once, it was okay for him not to put in any effort, not to show his talents, not to be a tensai. Anyone could submit, even him. It made him feel normal.



The fear never quite went away, though. In his mind, he trusted Yukimura not to push more than he could handle - but he was certainly pushed to his limits. His body knew that and feared going beyond, feared by instinct being broken. But a dark hidden piece of Fuji wanted to be broken, so that was okay too.



The more he took, the more he realized he could take. He could handle all the pain, all the binding and sadistic toys he reflexively struggled against, even while they brought him such pleasure. He decided to accept it all.



Yukimura was worth it.



He\'d seen something, felt something, about the bluenette that told him this was right, that he was actually needed and not for some talent he\'d been born with, but for the choices he could make. He chose to go to the captain\'s house, he chose to give into the pain and humiliating pleasure, and it was his choices that were being appreciated. And he had a feeling that if he followed this man, the one called the child of god, then surely, he\'d find what he was looking for...



And he was right. Yukimura was accomplishing in barely a week what he\'d been trying to do for over two years. They were so close. They were so close to having what they wanted, and they wouldn\'t have to lose anything, either. He was afraid, of course, of the change, of the chance that it would fail or fall apart. But the bluenette had found a solution that Fuji hadn\'t dared to dream of.



He\'d been just as shocked as Tezuka and the others when Yukimura suggested it, but ... but, if it worked, if they could all love each other without guilt, then maybe...



Maybe he could be happy.



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Fuji appeared in his classroom at the end of lunch time and asked if he was going.



Sighing, the bespectacled captain rubbed his templed and stated, "You\'re going." And therefore so am I, and you know it, was the unspoken part of his reply.



He thought he saw the usual crescent smile widen, just a little, which couldn\'t be good.



"Well then, I\'ll see you there." Fuji waved to a few of his other classmates, before vanishing.



When the tensai didn\'t show up at practice, Tezuka found out he\'d skipped the last half of his classes. Scowling, the Spartan captain vowed to make his smiling teammate run laps till he fainted, once his wrist was healed.



He checked his watch, calculating for the tenth time how many minutes were left till he had to march back to that gaudy, oversized palace. Atobe had more or less decided the time and place for all of them, and since Yukimura and Fuji obviously planned on attending, there was no way Tezuka could leave them alone. And no, it had nothing to do with that incredible, intoxicating experience they\'d had at Fuji\'s house, definitely not...



Tezuka was just worried.



The very back of his mind told him he was forgetting something, forgetting someone he was supposed to give consideration too, but the rest of him was so focused on Fuji and giant mansions and counting down the minutes, it never came to mind...



He double checked the directions Fuji had scribbled onto a piece of paper for him, before getting onto the bus. Before he\'d taken the train, but it\'d been farther out of the way than he expected. It was still fairly crowded at this hour, but he noticed one squished, open seat on the side.



Settling down, he planned on closing his eyes for a bit, when he felt a light, tickling touch along his arm. His sharp eyes snapped a firey glare at the offender, only to find a far too familiar face smiling innocently at him, as if to say \'what a coincidence.\'



"You ditched practice," he scowled, noticing the tensai\'d already changed into street clothes.



"My wrist is sprained," Fuji smiled cheerfully, holding up his braced hand for emphasis.



"You ditched class, too."



Smile twitching, Fuji turned towards his inquisitor with a quirked brow. "... Are you stalking me?"



"Fuji."



"You know, there are other ways to punish me than at practice." The honey brunette\'s smile warped into a suggestive smirk.



"Stop it," Tezuka hissed, his patience wearing thin. The games always annoyed him but right now he loathed them with a passion.



"I already did," Fuji chimed, motioning towards the alit \'Stop\' indicator at the front of the bus. He took Tezuka\'s hand too quickly for protest and led them off.



Scowling, Tezuka realized Fuji must have known exactly when to pull the stop chord. He felt a pang of nauseating jealousy, but quickly pushed it aside.



They had to walk quite a few blocks, since the area they were in wasn\'t one where the home owners used buses. Tezuka refused to speak or even look at Fuji, but he could feel the tensai still smiling brightly. His ex\'s unusually high level of happiness perturbed him.



"You know, Atobe would send a limo if we called," the smaller youth suggested.



Frowning, Tezuka\'s brow furrowed in thought. "... I never saw you being picked up by a limo."



Blue eyes dimmed and looked towards the ground. "You\'re right, it\'s no fun that way."



They\'d walked over a block, when Tezuka realized they were still holding hands. He instantly broke his away, glaring at the tensai whose eyes widened in surprised.



"Fuji, this doesn\'t mean that we\'re - ... we\'re..." You\'re still off limits, he thought, but said out loud, "I\'m not going because of Yukimura\'s ridiculous idea. I won\'t accept it."



Hurt flashed across the tensai\'s faced, but that mask of a smile slipped tightly back on. They walked in silence, each lost in his own thoughts. The air used to be so comfortable when they spent moments like this, but now it was laced with tension.



"Nee..." Fuji spoke softly with downcast eyes. "You were watching me?"



"Hn?"



"Back when I was dating Atobe. You said you never saw me being picked up by a limo."



Tezuka stared at him coldly, but inside he admitted only to himself, Always.

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Sipping a light red wine from his study on the forth floor, Atobe watched his visitors approach from one of the large windows. This small amount of alcohol would not affect him, but he was tempted to go a little further before they arrived. It\'d been a long time since he\'d had a serious relationship, and he felt an unfamiliar trace of pressure to handle this one in particular with grace. After all, he was stepping in not as a third wheel but as a fifth.



Wrinkling his nose, he decided he did not like this bottle and set it out in the hallway for removal. The servants could finish it off. He didn\'t care.

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They stopped outside the mansion, feeling strangely awkward to have all arrived at the same time. Sanada with Yukimura, Tezuka with Fuji ... the way things could have been, had they started years ago, but should not have been as of now. They were not in ... the absurd, proposed five-way relationship, not yet anyways, and they should have obligations to their respective boyfriends.



Tezuka then remembered what he had forgotten. His boyfriend.



However, Sanada did not seem to recognize the significance in their pattern of arrival, and Fuji and Yukimura merely smiled in their respectively secretive way. Though Fuji\'s smile made him seem plain at first glance, then curiously still on second.. while Yukimura\'s came off as graceful and calm, unless the tiger inside him flashed out through his eyes.



Sighing internally, Tezuka decided it did not matter, and turned to ring the doorbell. ... Only to remember they had to go by that ridiculous speaker, and then check in with security, then be led by one butler through the front house, then a maid up to whatever room Atobe was probably up watching them from, a bemused smile spread across the annoying diva\'s face.



Had he any less will power, Tezuka would have turned on his heel and walked straight back to the bus stop. He glanced down at Fuji\'s bandaged wrist, reminding himself why he was here.



Sighing externally, having given up with appearances, he followed Fuji who had already punched in some gate code and was leading them through what must have been some side path through the garden. If you could call the two acre stretch of bushes and trees and artfully arranged flowers merely a garden.

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Atobe cared, and he did not care.



He wanted sex, love, passion, companionship, just like anyone else, and at the same time, all he wanted was one good night of sleep.



He knew his responsibilities. He knew his life was not merely his own, but also belonged to the hundreds of thousands of workers connected to the Atobe corporate groups. Nor was he as ignorant about plebian life as he pretended.



When he was little, he once ran away to another nearby estate and lived with their servants for a few weeks. Naturally, his parents knew exactly where he was the entire time, but decided to let him stay - they thought it was just a phase. It was. He had fun with all the menial tasks for a while, in the way young girls make-believe to be Cinderella and enjoy sweeping, except he was an adventuring accountant who pulled weeds and helped wash vegetables. Once he grew tired of his little game of make-believe, he went home.



But during his time, he\'d watched how the servants worked and lived - they had always been around him, but then they were always smiling and made everything look elegant and effortless. When he was older, and compared the life style of himself and his classmates to theirs, he realized that all the social etiquette he\'d had drilled into him from the time he was young was just that - etiquette. It was not a published series of laws; it was not some universal truth about human nature that all well-born children had to turn up their noses and eat hamburgers with a fork. He learned that rules were only rules, and that they could easily change depending on who you were and where you lived.



Rules were not fundamental; they were important, yes, and he played by them when they benefited him. But when they didn\'t, he made up his own. Thus, he lived two lives.



In one life, he had everything that everyone thought they wanted. He had riches, prestige, beauty, talents - the ideal hair, a prince of the Japanese elite. His manners were exquisite, his presentation pristine; he impressed and ruled over all of his allies, whether they be classmates or future business partners, and even charmed rivals into friendly competition, and occasionally even submission by merger. Soon the whole of Hyotei followed him, worshiped him, and in return, he presented himself as a king worthy of his place.



In another life, he had everything that everyone didn\'t know they wanted. Passion for a sport he relished, friends who were loyal to him and not his father\'s company, and whom he supported in return - lovers, yes, countless lovers, all the pleasure in the world, though on paper he had but one fiancée, as any ideal heir should. The relationships, his bisexuality, the forbidden affairs with not only other students but older married women, swam around the tennis circles as gossip but stayed out of the papers, thanks to money placed in the right hands. His family.. well, he rarely saw his parents, but they did love him, and showed their love by expecting only the best from him, and spoiling him rotten. Love...perhaps that was why he did not understand love, at least the way the poets and movies described it. He didn\'t see the point in the useless, fantastical thing, and marriage was not about love but about money and corporate stability.



He did, however, enjoy the bond of intense, sexual companionship, and he often wondered if the impulsive tenderness he felt during his more serious relationships was a kind of love. Or perhaps his inclination to forgive Fuji for using him as a replacement for Tezuka for so long was part of his emotional yearning for something more.



He was not looking for love in a relationship with five people, but he would be loyal, if only to end the drama and maybe even the loneliness of always having sex but no lovers. But such a relationship could only be about sex. Yet Fuji and Yukimura were both using it to have the one they loved.



He didn\'t get it.



But he wanted to.

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Atobe looked drunk, but Fuji knew he was the only one who could tell. Though slightly flushed, the diva held himself with the usual confident stance that said he was perfectly in control.



The tensai had noticed a servant carrying a half-drunken bottle with excitement, and one of Atobe\'s bad habits was that whenever he cast aside one bottle, he\'d end up picking another one and finish it off. He had a fairly high tolerance, but sometimes he would start to mutter out his thoughts, which were strangely deep and abundant. Not that Fuji thought Atobe wasn\'t intelligent... but usually the diva was so confident about his actions and decisions, he didn\'t need so much consideration. Ironically, the more thought Atobe put into a choice, the worse it seemed to be.



At least, he always had the most complicated explanations for the worst of choices. There must have been something very complicated for this choice in decor... but Fuji had been in this room before, and was not shocked. Yukimura\'s smile was far too broad, and seemed to say, \'I want to burn all of it.\' Tezuka\'s eyebrow twitched and even Sanada could tell there was something rather disturbing about red-purple walls covered in various portraits of Atobe Keigo, chandeliers in what was obviously meant to be a bed room, albeit an oversized one, and the oversized heart-shaped bed in the middle, not to mention the odd yet carefully positioned couches that loitered on either side.



Smirking, Atobe settled cross legged on the \'bottom\' end of the bed, waving aside the shear white drapes sliding down around it. He patted either side, and the two effeminate boys exchanged glances before sitting on either side of him. Wrapping each arm around a lithe waist, the diva felt the three of them formed a nice little uke buffet, for the two more dominating males to eye. Sighing, Yukimura pried the exploring hand away from his stomach but stayed seated, resigned to endure for the sake of cementing his plan, while Fuji was still feeling his special version of sadistic pleasure at how irked the others were with the room.



Atobe definitely put quite a lot of thought into choosing this place to be their first official rendezvous.



"I realized," Atobe began, and Fuji had a sinking feeling he was more drunk than he appeared, "that having a five-way relationship is a rather daunting task for most ordinary people, but, just as god has blessed ore-sama with perfection, he has made each of you rather exceptional, and I\'m sure that given the right sort of nutrients, we can engage in the most marvelous activities."



"I didn\'t come here to talk about sex, Atobe," Tezuka coldly stated, though his monotone was out of place in a room full of purple and Atobe\'s face. "You aren\'t even involved in... all of this." It was bad enough that he had to fend off Yukimura and balance his relationship with Sanada with his need to protect Fuji. Having the diva involved as well was a disaster.



"All of this -" Atobe indicated the four of them with a sweep of his hand, now free since Yukimura flipped it away, "is happening, you must realized, because of Fuji. And, I know you are aware that Fuji is, in all circumstances, a walking sex machine-" he gave the tensai a little squeeze, who looked more than a little annoyed- "And anything that involves sex, involves ore-sama."



"You\'re the \'walking sex machine,\' Atobe," the bespectacled captain growled, hoping he would soon get his chance to convince Fuji to get out of all of this. He stayed only because he knew he was at fault for letting Fuji get wrapped up with such people, by breaking up with him.



"Oh please," the elitist drawled, "you were begging for it last night. God you were sexy when-"



"Atobe," Yukimura cut him off. They\'d discussed this earlier. Both of them recognized that what they really needed to convince the two rock faced boyfriends was excitation in the right places - but that while that would probably be enough for Sanada (who\'d get roped in without ever knowing what was really going on), Tezuka would require a more serious conversation.



"Fuji is sex on legs," the diva insisted, hugging the lithe brunette like a doll while massaging his thigh. "And by the sake of our youthful nature, and clearly from the events of the other night, what we need is walking sex." He gave the tensai a placating kiss on the cheek, before adding, "Which means, Syuusuke, that in order to make this work, everyone will have to have sex with you."

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A/N: .... Wow. I finished that fast. Yay, all my muses came back! ... no actually they never left -sweatdrop- I just got too busy to satisfy them. -mega sweatdrop-



REVIEW!!!! XD Like always, onegai? AtoFuji flashback next chapter! -bribes-