For All the Wrong Reasons

Reasons 16



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 totally lost my direction with this. -collapse-



Review replies:



yellow22: Why thank you. -blows kisses-



Alice: XD Sanada does have a tendency to ruin these things, nee? It\'s still too early for these five....kufufu.



drmsr: XD Wah, Atobe-muse is glad you recognize ore-sama\'s utter greatness and that of course, ore-sama is irreplaceable.



lolistar71: I AM TOO! I am dyyyying for more BI, you have no idea. -cries at night- XD But your reviews are so flattering, I guess I will survive. Glad you appreciate the mallet madness XD poor, poor, poor Tezuka. Atobe and Fuji are two of the most sexy characters in tenipuri, so says ToFu muse.



Jkl1993: Thank you so much! -blushes- I love your review soooo much.



ella_bealla: Wah, I\'m still writing! I am! … Just horribly slowly. -cry- And this story is way longer than I thought. XD; Well… there\'s actually still a lot more to go, but we\'re getting closer…kukuku. There\'s a reason Atobe has to stay detached (somewhat) ... hopefully it\'ll come up in an omake.



Thank you everyone! Please keep reading and reviewing!

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Everything was moving too fast.



What made it worse was knowing that this was all apart of Yukimura and Atobe\'s plan. But Tezuka had no intention of giving in.



He breathed an internal sigh of relief when Fuji managed to escape from the bluenette\'s harassment. It was only when arms wrapped around him from behind and long, sharp nails drew across his shirt that he remembered he was the new target.



"How do you play tennis with those," Tezuka sighed, unwrapping the hands and lightly shoving the offender towards the bed. The blue-haired captain half fell onto the mattress, looking far too pleased as he sank into the sheets.



"I trim them before practice." Yukimura\'s friendly smile did not match the rest of his body language.



"Loosen up, Tezuka," Atobe drawled. "We\'re just going to talk." Chuckling, the diva added, "A date on a bed."



Tezuka rolled his eyes but conceded to sitting on the mattress with the other two. Ironically, it looked less suspicious than the couches. Atobe and Yukimura settled on either side of him, each with their own characteristic smirk. Keeping his arms crossed, he thanked god for sharp elbows. He thought they would try more... mischief, but both kept a respectful distance of at least two inches. Still, Tezuka felt very much like a cornered rat.

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Fuji pulled Sanada behind him, knowing if he didn\'t get started, he\'d be in a literal world of pain later. And as much as his libido twitched in curiosity, when he considered how much punishment he was given over trivial things, he shivered in terror over the likely consequence of outright defiance.



He stopped at a room down the hall, one with a simple white door instead of maplewood. All the rooms in this section were for guests, though servants often used them for naps or their own stints of pleasure - it wasn\'t as if Atobe cared, and they were the ones who truly tutored the diva in bedside manner. None of them used this room, though.



Fuji liked this room the most, because it was the most normal. Slightly bigger than his bed at home, inside was a comfortable queen-sized bed with plain white sheets and the kind of tables and dressers anyone would have in his room. He didn\'t know which of Atobe\'s many lovers had wanted a room like this, but he was grateful.



He was half-way to the bed, when he realized he was pulling deadweight. He turned towards the man whose hand he held, silent but with inquiring eyes. However, Sanada\'s gaze stayed hidden beneath the rim of his cap.



"Fuji," the stern voice rumbled, "Whatever Yukimura told you to do, you don\'t have to. I know he has a way of... forcing people."



Drawing in a quick breath, Fuji turned to face the one he was supposed to seduce. Dark eyes pierced into his widening ones, holding a seriousness that reminded him of Tezuka but an additional harshness that sent tremors down his spine. Sanada was not like his stoic exlover. He was a man of confined rage rather than emotionlessness, the type who used force to fulfill his duties, when deemed necessary. Unlike with Tezuka, Fuji did not need to read through his eyes because this man\'s emotions burned through them, full of the absolute confidence that brought him the title of Emperor. And yet the blue-haired man whom Fuji\'d been dating toyed so easily with this lion...



Frown deepening in concern, Sanada found himself gazing down upon the tensai, locked in the eye contact he\'d been trying to avoid. Wide cerulean orbs trembled slightly, and he wondered if just beyond the blue lay the prodigy\'s soul. The brunette was more than a full head shorter than him, and he felt the strangest urge to pat the youth on the head and tell him to run along home.



Reminding himself they were the same age, he placed his hand on the tensai\'s shoulder instead, feeling calm, perhaps because the small brunette seemed so nervous. The shoulder beneath his hand twitched and stiffened, giving the brunette away.



"I\'ll take you home, then come back for Tezuka. I\'ll deal with Yukimura - you\'ll never have to see him again."

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Feeling oddly serene, the wavy-haired youth relaxed against the covers, leaning his head on Tezuka\'s shoulder. The stoic brunette refused to speak, but he wasn\'t leaving either. After what felt like hours of sitting, though no more than thirty minutes had passed, all three managed to end up lying on the bed. Well, Atobe had been down for awhile, but Tezuka remained stiff as a rock while Yukimura nuzzled his shoulder and gently rubbed his chest till he relaxed. Or, well, gave up. At least the stoic brunette trusted them not to pounce him the moment he settled. Or perhaps he believed he could somehow deal with them if they tried something. He did feel strong... the blue-haired captain could feel the tensed, firm muscles beneath the fabric.



"Nee, Tezuka..."



"Hn?" the addressed brunette grunted, in response to Yukimura\'s question. He was stiff as a log, his guard strong even in his seemingly disarmed state.



"Who are you trying to avoid? Us, or Fuji?"



Hazel eyes narrowed but those thin, sunburned lips remained tight. Feeling content, Yukimura graced his fingers along a well-defined collar bone, his expression as soft as his voice. At least the brunette was listening.



"In a five way relationship, you could go a long time without touching him. You could watch him, protect him, be near him."



"Bah!" On the other side of the bed, Atobe burst out laughing. "As if he could! Nee Tezuka," he drawled, his voice smooth and deep, "You want to watch, don\'t you? Your new boyfriend and your old boyfriend fuck."



"Atobe, your breath reeks of alcohol."



"Really, Tezuka, I did not think you could recognize the smell of alcohol. And this is Chateauneuf-du-Pape."



"My grandfather drinks sake, in moderate amounts. And all alcohols are naturally repugnant, no matter the price tag."



Tezuka\'s face remained perfectly straight, but he had no tolerance for drunks. If - and that was a very big if, and he was horrified at himself for even considering it - this so-called relationship ever happened, the diva would have to modify his life style. The room, this... entire place was too ridiculously lavish. Tezuka held firm to the age-old values of take no more than needed.



He expected a snide comeback from the elitist, but heard heavy breathing instead. Blinking in surprise, he glared down at the sleeping form of the primadonna beside him. Atobe looked so different in sleep, without the haughty expression of egotism that he seemed obligated to sport.



"We\'ll have to teach him to stay away from alcohol," Yukimura sighed.



Tezuka studied the bluenette carefully, before saying, "He\'s underage. His family should not be allowing him to drink."



"It just means he\'s also scared. ... of this relationship." The wavy-haired captain held a calm, distant smile, even as Tezuka snorted in disbelief. "Nee... are you afraid?"



". . ."



"Fuji\'s not here for you to protect."



"I trust Sanada," growled the brunette. He didn\'t like where this was going.



"Do you trust Fuji?"



" . . . "



"Are you jealous?"



"No."



"But you do want to watch," Yukimura smugly replied. Amused, he wondered if the stoic captain realized he just admitted to not feeling jealous of his current boyfriend being stolen, either.



"Don\'t confuse my will for yours," Tezuka grunted, but he didn\'t sound very convincing.



The bluenette laid his head on the other\'s broad shoulder, resting his hand on the bespectacled man\'s firm, warm chest. He enjoyed the moment of lapsed silence, suddenly appreciating the brunette\'s sparse use of words. "You know, Fuji loves you so much, I think I could fall in love with you too."



He spoke so softy, so quietly, that Tezuka found himself believing it. At least, he could admire the honesty and willingness of the bluenette to share his feelings. The impression from the previous day returned, of a lost and injured puppy....



"I need help."



It occurred to him that Yukimura had lumped himself in as one of the fearful. Impulsively, the brunette tenderly cupped his arm around the lithe figure, only to feel the other stiffen beneath his touch. Why, he wondered, would the strong-willed bluenette force himself to endure something he felt uncomfortable with?



"I can\'t do this."



He could sense the bluenette trying to endure it, and couldn\'t resist drawing in his arm a little as a test. A short gasp confirmed his suspicion but also made him feel a pang of guilt; the smaller youth went completely rigid, almost to the point of trembling.



"I\'m sorry."



"About what?" Dark blue eyes narrowed in annoyance, growing sharp to match the bluenette\'s tone.



"You\'re uncomfortable." The bespectacled captain was unintimidated.



Humming in question, Yukimura leaned his head against the chest he could no longer resist. "You\'re not the one who gets to decide that."



"You cannot decide on a feeling."



"I\'m the one who wants this," the effeminate captain replied with a frown. He chuckled bitterly, "Besides, you\'re the last person who can say something like that."



"I do not chose my feelings," Tezuka stated. "I chose my reactions."



Smile reappearing, Yukimura replied with a twinkle in his eye, "I can see why your team likes you."



The stoic brunette looked away. "My team doesn\'t like me. They fear me."



"They respect you."



"Your team respects you, and likes you."



"That\'s because I smile for them," the bluenette softly chuckled. "You should try it, it works wonders."



Tezuka grunted in reply. He stared at the ceiling, eyebrow twitching when he realized it held ornate patterns of swirls and curves that made him think of sex. It wasn\'t appealing, he thought, and the Atobe family should find better ways to spend their money than on not-so-subtle phallic images.



The room was quiet, except for the sound of breathing, and Tezuka realized the effeminate captain had fallen asleep as well. Lithe hands fell weakly to the side, and the brunette felt awkward pinned between two of his greatest rivals both asleep.



Yukimura truly had the beautiful face he was known for, but in his sleep, Tezuka noticed how pale and thin it seemed. The teenager was entirely too thin, he realized, and though they were close in height, the other felt much smaller than him. Dark circles hid beneath the beau\'s long lashes, signs that the captain hadn\'t been getting enough sleep. He fell asleep far too easily, Tezuka mused, and seemed in poor health for an athlete. Then again, Yukimura was not know for having monstrous physical strength. What made him strong was something else.



A slight pained expression marred his cheeks, and Tezuka wondered if he was dreaming.



"I hurt him more than allowed...



Glancing over at Atobe, who breathed heavily into a silken pillow, Tezuka wondered if the diva was always this deep of a sleeper or if the alcohol had something to do with it. It didn\'t suite the heir\'s personality to let others see him sleeping. Tezuka suddenly wondered if Fuji had seen him sleep, and if the tensai liked to watch him, the way he said he liked to watch Tezuka. Then again, those times had been rare - the blue-eyed brunette always fell into a heavy sleep after coming a few times.



Swallowing a lump of jealousy, Tezuka wondered if Atobe or Yukimura knew that Fuji woke bright and early if he wasn\'t touched. How the tensai liked to cook and sing and garden, sometimes even before practice. He wondered if either of them had ever spent one night with Fuji without having sex.



Yukimura whimpered in his sleep, and the hand on Tezuka\'s shirt suddenly tightened, gripping the fabric so hard his knuckles turned white.



"I\'m losing control."



Concerned, Tezuka touched the pressure points along the bluenette\'s arm and wrist, until the hand slackened back into sleep. He pressed the major points on the sleeping boy\'s neck and chest, smiling slightly as the lithe captain finally relaxed. Yukimura was far more beautiful when serene. He did not look like he could possibly be the monster that abused Fuji for last month or so...



I\'m scared of myself.

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"You are going to seduce Genichirou." Yukimura\'s eyes swirled with darkness. "You are going to make him want you, want to fuck you, want to hurt you, and enjoy every second of it."



"But I don\'t love him," Fuji whimpered, trapped hard against the wall. His eyes darted left and right, instinctively looking for an escape. "I hardly even know him!"



"Ara," smiled the captain, graciously though his eyes flashed like a tiger\'s. "I wasn\'t aware that mattered to you."



The unspoken implication, \'You\'ve slept with plenty of people you didn\'t love,\' sent a shock of heat across the tensai, his cheeks flushing pink.



"I did love them, to an extent," he whispered, the image of a nearby diva flashing through his mind, but didn\'t dare meet the midnight blue eyes sharply gazing upon him.



"Oh please," the bluenette laughed. "You\'re the one who sleeps around with all the captains. At least, that\'s how gossip at my school goes."



Cerulean blue orbs widened as the captain continued, "This\'ll be easy for you. You\'ll seduce him the way you did each of us. As Atobe said... sex on legs. A dirty little slut..."



Up until that point in their relationship, Yukimura had only subjected him to physical shame, not verbal. Fuji honestly did not think he\'d be so deeply affected. He\'d always been vaguely aware that he\'d had a few more relationships than most, but he\'d never thought of himself as a whore...



His cheeks burned in shame as all the guys he\'d been with, all the sexual things he\'d done and been subjected to flashed through his mind. His time with Tezuka\'d been sweet, but Yukimura was not the only one who liked toys.



And Fuji never complained. He never initiated a relationship but he never ended one, either. He let his lovers do what they wanted, and he loved - or at least, his body loved every second of it. Even the pain, even the intense humiliation that came out of his current relationship, he found thrilling, like a heart-pounding roller coaster or standing at the very edge of a cliff. He loved the fear, the adrenaline. He was addicted.



He was worse than a whore. He did it for free.



"There there, don\'t cry," Yukimura cooed, licking away the budding tears Fuji hadn\'t even realized were forming. "If you cry, they\'ll be able to tell." Satisfied with the flushed and trembling body trapped before him, he whispered, "My dirty, masochistic rose."



He whispered into Fuji\'s ear all the tactics, all the actions that he was to take, all of Sanada\'s fantasies and the type of porn both of Rikkaidai\'s top players enjoyed. Tricks and tips, he called it, but he said he trusted Fuji\'s legs and ass to do most of the work.



The bluenette was so worked up that Fuji honestly thought he\'d be fucked against the wall, right then and there, with the three men waiting ignorantly on the other side.



Someone banged on the door.

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"I\'ll deal with Yukimura - you\'ll never have to see him again."



The emperor\'s words echoed in his head, as his heart sank sickeningly into his chest. For a moment, Fuji forgot to breathe, his bangs casting a dark shadow over his eyes and face.



"You\'ll never have to see him again."



Turning away from the taller youth, Fuji\'s face remained hidden and his arms hung loosely at his sides, his rapid heartbeat slowing to a dull thud.



"Fuji..." Sanada reached out for the tensai, but then a small hand took firm hold of his wrist.



Suddenly facing him, the brunette smirked almost leeringly, his eyes sharp and dauntless.



".... Deal with him?" Slyly quirking an eyebrow, Fuji\'s eyes twinkled before narrowing provocatively into a half-lidded visage. "You?"



Fuji pulled away and fell onto the bed, laughing. It was not a kind laugh, but airy, luscious, mocking and also strangely voluptuous.



Startled ebony eyes stared at the tensai, who\'s body twisted to accentuate curves and limbs. Shimmering blue eyes leered in return through thick, flirtatious lashes. The prodigy felt his body warm, a soft, inviting flush crossing his cheeks.



He was awake. He was breathing. His heart was eerily calm.



Fine. If this was what Yukimura wanted, then he\'d become a world class actor. He\'d seduce, and fuck, and be fucked, and ask for pain, and enjoy pain, over and over again, all for Yukimura\'s sake.

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A/N: ... OKAY I LIED. ... I seriously thought the SanaFuji would come in this chapter. But it didn\'t. Captain muse kept getting in the way. D: I swear, this fic is not TezuYuki! I didn\'t even know I had such a muse until like, now. -dies-



Sorry for making you wait so long! I blame muses and Ragnarok Online. XD;