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. Special AtoFuji dedicated to lolistar who inspired it with one of her reviews.



Warning: Last part tumbled out a little too roughly. -sweatdrop- In which an attempt to keep characters In-Character may have made the Out-of-Character. OTL



Review replies:



Alice: Yay, I\'m happy you\'ve been reading, glad to hear from you! Kufufu, I agree, Tezuka\'s the one stopping all the smut (basically). This chapter has a little teaser to make up for it. Unfortunately plot keeps getting in the way... LOL - I finished the sentence the same way XD (in my heart) XDDDD. -laughs evilly-



danu: I\'m so glad you liked it, I was having trouble fitting that little monologue into the story. :D Atobe\'s problem is that he doesn\'t realize he has any problems. XD He\'s convinced he has everything. Hope this doesn\'t disappoint -sweatdrop- XD



krystal_epyon: Errr.... blame my muses. XD; Drunk logic -hearts-



yellow22: Nyaa thank you! Here ya go -



lolistar: Wah I\'m so happy to hear from you!! I am absolutely dying for more BI, btw. Kufufu, I hope this chapter will be inspiring. XD

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Atobe never understood why on earth Fuji insisted on cooking for him when they had world class chefs at their beck and call, but he did enjoy what the brunette made despite the commoner\'s ingredients. Besides, he did occasionally crave plebian food, and his smiling boyfriend had a rather artful touch when it came to desserts. So he ordered a small kitchen unit to be installed near the back part of the mansion that Fuji could have all to himself. The tensai laughed like crazy when he saw it, but quite often when the diva came home, that was where he\'d find his effeminate lover waiting for him.



Today was one of those days. Even before entering the tiny room, Atobe caught a whiff of something pleasant, a smile drawing across his face as he guessed what treat his boyfriend was preparing this time around.



When he opened the door, however, he found that the treat would not be for his stomach but his libido - standing at the stove, stirring a small steaming pot, was his pale skinned lover, wearing his yellow apron - and nothing but the apron.



A growl stuck in his throat as he wrapped his arms around the brunette from behind, his hands enjoying the feeling of Fuji\'s bared sides as the tensai whined that it was dangerous to pounce while he was stirring hot liquid. Laughing, the diva nibbled on his captive\'s ear while his fingers slipped downwards to massage those creamy, toned thighs that he loved to push on.



The click of the stove shutting off along with the pot being moved back on the counter made him pause. Fuji\'s skin felt colder than usual, and Atobe could sense the frown on his boyfriend\'s face as he deadpanned,



"You smell like pineapple."



Quirking an eyebrow, Atobe loosened his grip in silent inquiry.



"Let me rephrase," Fuji held very still, his voice trembling. "You smell like pineapple perfume."



Oh. So that\'s what this was about.



Resuming his caress, Atobe shrugged, "We had an event. Next year\'s student council members have been chosen, and the new secretary needed... to be initiated."



Fuji stayed silent, his face dark and unreadable. He dumped the broth down the sink, and started cleaning up.



Sighing, Atobe took hold of his arms and forced him to leave the utensils for the servants to take care of. "She was a virgin, and could have easily been taken advantage of. It\'s custom for the class president to take care of the new ones, in order to-"



"I\'m sure it was very hard on you." Fuji\'s hands shook along with his voice, and he pulled away from his year long lover, reaching for his neatly folded clothes on a chair. But the diva would not let go, and grabbed him with firm hold, his hardened length pressing into the tensai\'s asscheeks.



"You think you can leave me like this?" Atobe growled, fingers playing with the edge of the rough apron cloth. It was not like Fuji was really going to leave him, anyways. This was the seventh time since they\'d gotten together that Atobe\'d cheated; three times he\'d used sex for an instant make-up, and the other three times they\'d broken up for a few days then he\'d used sex again to bring Fuji back. Atobe did not declare himself the king without having the skills to back it up - he was irresistible, and the tensai would always come crawling back, if only for one more blow job.



But this time was different, because after seeing that bared back and ass with only a string for the apron crossing it, Atobe wanted it, and he wanted it now. He wasn\'t going to wait two or three days for the brunette to cool down.



Fuji tried to pull away but not very hard; his bare skin wiggled deliciously against Atobe\'s excited body and the diva wished he wasn\'t wearing any clothes, either.



"You say you want me, but then you always..." The tensai whispered, his voice broken. Atobe could sense the trace of tears forming on his lover\'s lower lashes. Fuji was always so emotionally dramatic.



"Why not? It\'s not like you love me," the diva scoffed. It was supposed to come out coolly, but instead bitterness and a sliver of anguish marked his tone. He covered it up by pressing Fuji hard against the door, effectively trapping him in the tiny room.



"Keigo..." whimpered Fuji, as the silver haired king started to grind his cock against his captive\'s ass. "Please... I don\'t want this..."



"You did when you put that apron on," Atobe hissed, taking hold of the brunette\'s thin wrists with one hand so his other one could play with limp nipples.



"Not... in the mood...ah..." Fuji whispered, but moaned softly when the end of Atobe\'s manhood rubbed directly against his entrance, expertly teasing the sensitive rim. While tickling his balls with deft fingers, the diva pushed in his body and knees so that Fuji lay flush against the oak wood. Nothing turned the tensai on more than sex against a wall, the elitist had been surprised to discover, and it was affective now as well. A few teasing taps against the brunette\'s tip and he was hard and ready.



Atobe kept a small bottle of emergency lube in his tennis bag, but he didn\'t have a hand free to pull it out. Well, the tensai would manage, they\'d fooled around without it before and god did Fuji enjoy it, even more than gentle sex. Coating his fingers as best he could with saliva, Atobe traced the edge of the hole with his middle finger before dipping it in, pleased by the heated whimper that came in response. He moved the single digit in and out several times, enjoying how Fuji relaxed and opened, too experienced to stop his body\'s reactions. Soon there were two, then three fingers worming their way back and forth, drawing near but never touching the tensai\'s star spot.



The teenage king liked saving the best for last.



Body now trembling not with anguish but with need, Fuji went limp in his weak attempts to pull away, as he gave in to moaning. Now Atobe had both hands free, and twisted both nipples at the same time, loving the tensai\'s squeak and how they hardened. Fuji reflexively humped the wall, unable to control himself, lost in a surge of sensations.



Grinning smugly, Atobe nibbled on the tensai\'s neck, then focused all his might into pressing his member deep inside the widened hole. God, it felt so tight today, and Fuji\'s moans turned to the most luscious cries, turning him on even more. Unable to hold back, he plunged all the way in, his balls slapping against the tensai\'s ass as he started to pump. His angle was perfect as always, and Fuji screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as his spot was struck again and again. He was too dry but it felt so good, and Atobe moved at just the right pace, in and out, in and out, faster and faster until neither one could hold back.



Atobe came first, pumping viciously to ride it out as long as he could, and then Fuji came, his semen streaming into the oak along with his cry, "Kunimitsu!"



They both felt dizzy in the aftermath, a wave of exhaustion sweeping through them after the intense session. Atobe\'s grip tightened more than painfully as he allowed Fuji to slip to the ground on his knees, too weak to hold himself up. They breathed hard on the ground out of sync, before coming back to their senses.



Fuji swallowed a sob as he realized his mistake, no longer able to hold back the tears he\'d been fighting earlier. They slipped down his flushed cheeks, hidden from sight as Atobe pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel in the form of the deepest bow.



Perhaps, in the perfection that was Atobe Keigo\'s life, he had never felt jealousy. Perhaps, though his gift of insight allowed him to identify it in others, he could not recognized the sickening feeling of coiling snakes when they gripped his veins and forced his blood to pulse. In that moment, he knew no compassion, only cold, angry heat.



He waited till he could no longer hear the tensai sobbing, then stood and covered him with his jersey, leaving the rest of his clothes on the floor by his knees.



"Go home. It\'s over."

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"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."



Fuji was sure he would die if that happened. Though from the look on Tezuka\'s face, Atobe would die first.



"Hm..." Purring, Rikkaidai\'s captain slipped across the bed like a cat and slid down on Fuji\'s open side, pinning him in. "It\'s not a bad idea. No, darling, not all at once," he stroked the brunette\'s hair in a way that seemed to warn \'but there will be something intense and painful in the near future,\' causing the brunette to shudder. "I believe what our darling primadonna-" (he received a rather nasty glare from across the bed) "-is trying to say is that we should become better acquainted with each other... especially those of us who have never dated."



Tezuka felt his heart sinking, right then and there, into the depths of hell.



"So... the three of us-" Yukimura indicated the captains, "will have to get to know each other."



Tezuka\'s sharp hazel eyes searched the room for a nearby mallet or other large blunt object he could smash himself on the head with. He saw no other escape.



Fuji looked uncomfortable as he worked out what that meant for him, but he was too afraid of the polished nails running under his shirt to say anything. A smug grin beamed off Atobe, as the diva looked very much like a cat presented with perfectly prepared tora-fugu.



Slowly realizing he was going to be separated from his boyfriend and only anchor to sanity, Sanada blurted, "But I haven\'t dated Atobe."



As if on cue, the sun dipped behind the horizon, leaving a spray of dim orange light shadowing the room. Yukimura\'s face darkened in the loss of light, and even Atobe didn\'t have the nerve to put on airs.



"You don\'t seriously think I don\'t know about what happened during Senbatsu." The bluenette\'s voice was cold, cold, colder than Fuji had ever heard it, and despite the protection offered by the presence of three others, he held his breath in fear.



Blinking in wonder, Sanada stuttered, "Wha-"



"I hate it when you play stupid!" Yukimura shouted, abruptly standing and half dragging Fuji with him.



"Seichii, I ..." His eyes looked lost as his trademark cap failed to hide his face, a stunned glimmer in the charcoal orbs as he caught on to what his captain referred to. "I didn\'t mean... that time... I wasn\'t..."



"Oh, that?" Atobe cut in, rolling his eyes as he relaxed. "I just gave him a blow job," he scoffed, obviously not seeing the problem.



"You knew?!" The vice captain yelped, as he failed to break eye contact with his exlover.



"Everyone knew about that," Fuji said, a little too matter-of-factly.



Sanada glanced at Tezuka in horror.



"Even the coaches knew," the stoic brunette added, monotonic as ever.



"And then you just waltzed back to Rikkaidai!" Yukimura screeched, "like nothing ever happened. You-"



He was cut off by desperate, forceful lips as Fuji gripped him by the shoulders and deeply kissed him. The tensai used all of his energy to massage his lover\'s tongue with his own, keeping the other occupied till they were both out of breath. Before the bluenette could recover, Fuji whispered into his ear, "Mou... it\'s in the past." Light and dark blue eyes met in challenge, Fuji\'s begging the other to let it go, and in the mean time, tacitly accepting the bluenette\'s plan.



"Come," Yukimura hissed, grabbing the tensai\'s pail arm and dragging him into the next room. The other three seemed too surprised to react.



The Atobe mansion was full of large rooms connected to tiny rooms like this one, where a servant could wait without standing all night in the hallway. Yukimura pulled the smaller youth behind him, slamming the door and clicked the lock. Capturing the lithe brunette in his arms, he squeezed the other so tightly Fuji could barely breath. "Seii- ... Se-.."



"That bastard." The bluenette growled, but it came out more like an angry sob. "Acting like it didn\'t happen. Like it didn\'t mean anything." His nails dug into Fuji\'s back, and the tensai was greatful he still wore his uniform. The arms loosened, enervated by distress, letting the brunette gasp for breath.



"Seiichi," Fuji whispered, fearful yet emphatic to his boyfriend\'s pain. "But... Isn\'t this why you included Atobe?"



Realization dawned on him only a moment before, of the dark eyed captain\'s true intent. Sanada had the same problem as Fuji - he was infatuated with the captains who were better than him, at tennis and in terms of authority. Or at least, Yukimura seemed to think so - and was planning to trap his beloved by surrounding him with lovers of the highest quality, and overwhelming him with power and sex.



The captain stayed silent, hugging needily around Fuji\'s shoulders and burying his face in the brunette\'s soft, light hair. Fuji gently returned the hug, wrapping what he could of his arms around his boyfriend\'s narrow waist. They fit together like two lilies vying for sunlight, a beautiful wrap of petals and long emerald leaves hidden in the small space.



"Nee..." Fuji softly cooed, resting serenely in his lover\'s embrace. He felt so calm, so needed. "This isn\'t going to be easy for any of us... and yet... you\'re still trying... that\'s what I love most about you... Seiichi..."



Cautiously as he could, he raised his head at just the right angle to bring together their lips. Thankfully, the bluenette responded and allowed him entrance, their tongues greeting each other in need and a light touch of passion. He could feel within his lover\'s kiss, the internal struggle between Yukimura\'s intentions and his emotions... the captain knew what he needed to do, but his heart still felt a shadow of hurt from being carelessly cheated on.



The kiss became more passionate as the thrill of dominance took hold of Yukimura. He gained emotional control through physical control, and a moment later he had Fuji pinned against the door, no longer in a sensitive hug but pinning the tensai\'s wrists against his chest. Fuji smiled in relief, which the captain returned with an amiable smile of his own, before turning feral. The tensai\'s smile faltered as he remembered his predicament - he was glad his lover was back to normal, except that normal for them meant...



Massaging his captive\'s neck with his free hand, Yukimura smirked before licking the tensai\'s earlobe, then started nibbling sensually on his ear. Fuji had a dark feeling he was pretending to bite it off. Instead the bluenette bit into his nape, eliciting a sharp gasp, and he felt the captain\'s knee pushing open his legs. The knee lifted swiftly and pressed into his balls, just hard enough to cross the border of pain, his jaw falling open in a silent whimper. Strength vanished from his legs, and he would have collapsed if not for Yukimura pressing him hard against the door. The sadist pressed his thumb against Fuji\'s throat, maliciously enjoying the mixture of terror and flush of pleasure along the brunette\'s cheeks as his throat was methodically squeezed.



"You are going to seduce Genichirou," he ordered, his tone dark and hard. "You are going to make him want you, want to fuck you, want to hurt you, and enjoy every second of it."

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Sanada stood stiffly in place, Atobe spread himself out on the bed and shifted comfortably, while Tezuka started banging on the door. The diva considered giving him the key, but it was just too amusing watching the stoic captain twitch in internal debate for ten minutes before finally marching over to the small room their two effeminate companions had disappeared into.



The response was fairly immediate - the door clicked slowly open, and the two lovely boys exited with amiable smiles as if they\'d just come from an afternoon tea party. Fuji looked the slightly flushed, but other than that he had the usual trademark smile plastered on, and sauntered back towards the other with Yukimura behind him. The twitch took over Tezuka\'s brow when he noticed them cheerfully holding hands.



"Fuji and Sanada are going into a separate room," Tezuka growled, hazel orbs piercing into Yukimura\'s dark ones. "You are staying here." He wanted it to be clear, now, exactly what they were doing - and he\'d concede, if only to keep those two apart. Besides, he trusted Sanada... and this way he could keep his eye on Atobe, as well.



Smirking, Yukimura lightly replied, "Those were my intentions." Bait and hook... now all they had to do was the reeling. Tezuka was a rather strong fish... but it was two against one.



Placing his hands on Fuji\'s shoulders from behind, Yukimura faced him towards Sanada. "Take care of him," he murmured, then dropped down his hands. Swiftly he pulled down Fuji\'s shorts and boxers, just past his ass, so that the tensai\'s buttcheeks shone in the air, much to his dismay. Extracting a half-sized sharpie from his shorts, the bluenette scribbled across Fuji\'s behind.



Fuji\'s cheeks burned bright red, feeling absurdly shy over the act of molestation in front of an audience - even though they had already seen and done everything else. The action was quick. Yukimura pulled his shorts back up, patted him lightly on the butt so that he tripped in Sanada\'s direction, and waved them off.



Knowing he\'d be punished if he delayed, Fuji grabbed Sanada\'s arm and pulled the totally confused teenager out into the hallway.



He led him to one of the rooms Atobe liked to use, leaving the three team captains behind...

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A/N: Hm, take a guess to what\'s in the next chapter. KUFUFUFUFUF -and more evil laughter-