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: One big badass lemon. At least, that\'s what I was trying for.



Review replies:



ella_bella: kukuku - finally updating. XD I also love people who update, it breaks my heart when a good story doesn\'t get finished.



JklL: I\'m so happy you liked that scene, it was unplanned and unexpectedly full of sleepiness, but I think it\'s an important turning point for the story. Enjoy the lemon XD I made it as big as I possibly could. -Fuji muse cackles-



yellow22: Wah, sorry sorry! I know, that took me way too long. XD; Though this chapter... has basically nothing interesting and no plot advancement. It\'s just a lemon.



I almost went back to TezuYukiAto, but alas, I shall be good and start off with SanaFuji.



I\'m probably the only one eagerly anticipating this. XD;

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Fine.



He\'d finally made his decision.



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.



He stopped laughing, but his smile remained devious. He partially sat up, crossing his arms and fingering the bottom edge of his shirt.



"Nee.... you\'re right," Fuji spoke softly but not quietly, his voice tinged with sensation. "Seiichi asked me to do something for him." He slid his knees along the bed and turned part way, so that Sanada could only see his back as he slowly peeled away his shirt. His half-lidded eyes watched the one who watched him, ensuring that he had the other\'s attention, a smirk tugging lightly at his lips. "He told me to have sex with you."



The shirt came over his head and was discarded off to the side. Then he started on his shorts, tracing beneath the elastic with his thumbs before he tugged them down. But the position was awkward, and he\'d have to turn and reveal his bared front in order to pull them past his knees, which he didn\'t want to do yet. Sighing, he tried pulling one leg out first, cringing as he overstretched his muscles.



"Stop..." Sanada was suddenly in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder, oblivious to the line he\'d just crossed. The emperor\'s frown deepened the wrinkles on his chin, his eyes trembling with concern.



Softly chuckling, Fuji asked, "Are you going to help me?" His eyes glimmered with child-like hope, his lips spreading open with mock innocence. His blush deepened as he sensed their overly awkward position.



"Fuji..."



"Here," Fuji put his hand over Sanada\'s and guided it to his thigh. The larger hand trembled in his as he helped the other pull off his shorts, no longer minding revealing himself as he knew he\'d scored a point. Sanada staggered backwards with the shorts in his hands, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing.



Twisting his body, Fuji kept his knees together and his feet apart, hiding the view of his privates though his white briefs easily showed. He sat back on his elbows, enjoying the stunned, roaming eyes that looked over him.



Sanada couldn\'t help but stare. He\'d seen plenty of pictures of men and women, both artistic and pornographic, and hell, he\'d spent plenty of time memorizing every curve and shade of Yukimura, who turned him on like no other. But this... was something else. The lithe brunette had a body beyond that, or perhaps it was a trick of light and hormones and the goddamn pheromones that still lingered from whiffs of Atobe\'s cologne. His body held ethereal effeminism, lacking the flamboyant curves of a woman yet evading the stiff lumps of a man. He had a perfect combination between soft and toned, smooth and sleek, pale yet even color, small red marks like finger prints marring his otherwise flawless skin. God, he felt a jolt as he realized how much the small tell-tale imperfections turned him on.



It was not supposed to be this way.



Cerulean eyes glimmered daringly, dazed with lust, yet begging and slightly trembling, as if he wasn\'t sure he wanted it, but was sure he wanted something. But then a pink, cat-like tongue slid across those thin, lightly stretched lips, and Sanada felt his heart drop into his stomach.



"I thought you wear boxers," the vice captain stuttered unintelligently. It was one of those horribly awkward times where he knew he was doing everything wrong, but just couldn\'t stop it.



Chuckling, Fuji played with the elastic, snapping one edge so it slipped past his hip, suggestive without revelation. "This is what Keigo prefers." He swung his body 180, swiftly but slow enough to accentuate the slenderness of his limbs, and sat up on his hands and knees, tilting up his chin like a cat. "Nee... so you prefer boxers? Something more boyish?"



He had to know he was beautiful, he just had to. His eyes glimmered like a moonlit pond, beaconing the dark haired youth, piercing with a warm, seductive light.



"Stop looking at me..." like that, but Sanada\'s tongue became too twisted to finish his sentence. He was a failure, he was weak, and he knew it. After all, Yukimura captivated him in the same way.



"Saa....." The tensai turned around again, but stayed in his animal like pose, meaning his face and chest were replaced with an oversized view of his white cloaked ass. "...is this better?"



His audience gulped dry, and he responded by wiggling, forming the image of a wagging tail, daring his bedeviled prey to see what the briefs were hiding. He peaked back, blue meeting coal, unable to wipe off the tiny smirk dancing on his lips.



A porno he\'d seen flashed through Sanada\'s mind, of two guys doing it doggy style, one he\'d watched together with Yukimura ...



"Nee....I\'ll resist, but that\'s only cause I want it."



Flushed angrily, Sanada slammed his hand against the wall, startling the brunette and in some ways himself. He realized he was still holding onto the shorts and tossed them angrily to the floor, as if that would vent some of his frustration.



"Just what do you think you\'re doing?!"



"Waiting for you to fuck me."



"You\'re infuriating."



"You\'re still clothed."



"What do you want from me?!"



"Isn\'t it obvious?!"



Now both of them were angry, Fuji chuckled lightly to himself as he felt the sexual tension wrap thickly around him.



"I just want to help you," Sanada heavily sighed, taking off his cap and running his fingers through his hair.



"Then help me."



Fuji slipped onto his side, letting his left leg slide down enough to reveal the distinct bulge trapped beneath his underwear. He fingered it timidly, then drew his hand slowly up his stomach, stopping at one of his nipples and playing with the tiny nub until it hardened. He gave the other nipple similar attention, arching his back so that both tips poked into the air, then collapsed on the sheets with a sigh. It just wasn\'t the same doing it to himself.



Hesitation and confusion radiated from his dark eyed spectator, but the tensai had already pushed such feelings aside, and focused on his performance. Slipping one of the thick white pillows between his legs, he started rubbing against it. He shifted his hips in a natural rhythm that grew into all-out humping, his body futilely aching for more friction. He wanted to remove the cotton briefs so badly, but both of them knew that duty belonged to the vice captain.



Meeting the coal colored eyes with his own, Fuji tried to convey his message. He needed to, had to have help. He couldn\'t do this on his own. He was not allowed.



He licked the tips of his fingers, swirling his tongue around the first two, slowly sucking them into his mouth. His lips massaged the skin as they ached for something else, something longer and more thick. The fingers slid in and out of his mouth, matching the rhythm of his torso which still moved against the pillow. Soon the appendages ran with sylivia, which drizzled down the edge of his mouth and across his reddened skin.



His eyes never broke contact with the other\'s, but he was tired, needy. He hoped this would end soon. He\'d been spoiled up till now, his lovers doing all the work while he was bound. His self ministrations were hardly enough, and having someone so close, someone who could give him what he wanted, was driving him insane. He needed more, now.



"You shouldn\'t be doing this, Fuji," Sanada answered, but his voice was low and edgeless. He was tired, but he was feeling it, too, in his gut, that insane, tantalizing heat that was burning away what little logic he had left. He felt a growing urge, to take this train wreck into his own hands and force the temptress to stop.



As if sensing his oscillation, Fuji\'s smile widened as he twisted his legs around the pillow. "Oh? Am I being a bad child? Are you going to punish me?" His voice taunted, dared. "What makes you think you even can?"



"I admit that Seiichi has often belayed my judgment," Sanada growled, "but I am not. weak." He cast aside his cap and grabbed the bottom edge of his shirt. If Fuji Syuusuke wanted to play this game, then fine. But Sanada was not going to lose.



He stripped off his shirt in one swift moment, in similar fashion to what the brunette had done earlier. Fuji\'s breath hitched as he felt his libido truly awaken, and suddenly he understood why Yukimura had insisted they leave Sanada\'s shirt on that last time.



Dark, well-defined muscles rippled in the dim light, pulsing with flawless masculinity, shapes and shadows reminiscent of ancient Greek statues in nude. His chest, back, neck, shoulders, all were perfectly carved through years of training, thick but balanced, not overbearing like some body builders but ideally fit for an athlete.



Sanada was a god of virility.



His image matched his deep voice and chiseled face, and Fuji had always suspected that the vice captain\'s prowess lay in physical distinction - but not something this exceptional. Just as the tensai had confidence in his beauty, Sanada was confident in his form. His eyes said so, burning with the impression of Ares, god of war. He had the potential to be merciless to both others and himself.



Pierced by the dark gaze that had quickly freed itself from hesitation, Fuji could not help but back up against the head of the bed as if he was expecting to be pounced at any moment. He breathed harder and faster, as his mind drew blank towards the instinct of fight or flight. He had to calm down and regain control of himself.



Fuji was so hard that it hurt.



The vice captain did pounce, more or less, perhaps egged on by the tensai\'s taunting gaze and definitely encouraged by the retracting body language. He grew more confident as Fuji grew less, and did not hesitate to grab both of the brunette\'s wrists and pin him to the sheets.



"Is this what you want?" he growled, his voice low and threatening. "To be dominated, controlled?"



Their faces were barely an inch apart, both breathing hotly on the other, but neither daring to close the gap. Fear and excitement sparked the air between them, but Fuji found himself wavering beneath the emperor\'s gaze of confidence. After all, his was only an act. He averted his eyes and murmured, "You\'re still wearing pants."



Infuriated, Sanada flipped him on his stomach and twisted his arms behind his back, holding his wrists with one hand and pushing his elbow with another in a martial arts hold. "You want punishment? Do you really? Because I can give it to you. It\'s my role at Rikkaidai. We lead through carrot and whip - and I\'m the whip."



Fuji struggled, not seriously, but just enough to make him tighten his grip and put force into his actions. It was ridiculous, really, for the vice captain to use force at all - the tensai was half his size and couldn\'t have fought back even with incentive. It just never occurred to Sanada that at any time, he could simply leave.



And yet nothing about the tensai made him seem trapped. Secrets twinkled in his eyes and laughter danced at the edge of his lips, and his blush did not seem angry but intrigued. It was as if he had chosen to lose, and in doing so, was actually winning, as if at any time he could break out of Sanada\'s hold and become the true predator. It was infuriating, and the grip on his wrists tightened till he winced. He was captured but he was winning...



Laughing softly, he bucked up his hips rubbing his clothed ass against the buldge between Sanada\'s thighs.



Bursting with anger, Sanada grabbed hold of those hips and forced them down, using his palm to press down on Fuji\'s lower back and forced him against the mattress. He immediately tore down those infuriating briefs, wanting to shred them to pieces, but instead stopped when they reached the ankles, and twisted them and formed a loop that he hooked around one of Fuji\'s feet. The elastic snapped tightly in place, and would be hard for even him to remove.



He shifted his whole body on top of Fuji\'s, supporting most of his own weight on his limbs but using some to press the tensai down. He held the brunette firmly from behind, each of his hands gripping a wrist and restraining it, the bulge in his pants pressed up against Fuij\'s bared ass. He buried his head over Fuji\'s shoulder so that they both breathed hard into the pillows, neither moving nor speaking.



It felt like hours passed, though hardly a few minutes actually had, when Sanada felt calm enough to notice the trembling of the smaller man\'s body. He relaxed his hold, but Fuji stayed still, face hidden in the sheets. The dark eyed youth drifted his fingers along Fuji\'s body, starting at his shoulder then drifting down his back and side until he reached his hips, then touched his leg so tenderly the tensai let out a gasp.



"I could really hurt you..."



Taking a deep breath, Fuji reminded himself he was on stage before speaking. He choked down the fear and misery of being taken by someone he hardly knew, using his lust to hold down the uncertainty. "Has it ever occurred to you that I enjoy it?" He did his best to ignore the gentle palm resting on his inner thigh, the strong, warm fingers that could probably please him in a tender, painless way. "That perhaps I am not being forced, but asking for it." He was being forced, in a way, since he never got a chance to say yes or no once bound. But that was an issue for Yukimura - Fuji believed that Sanada would not hurt him, not truly. "That I like it."



He took advantage of Sanada\'s lapse in restraint and turned on his side, his cerulean gaze piercing the man above him. "Punish me," he taunted. "Show me that you can. Otherwise, I won\'t believe it."



His eyes said that he wouldn\'t. Sanada had every advantage and yet Fuji still watched him with a pitiful gaze.



Frown drawing deep, but no longer in a hesitant way, Sanada spoke coldly. "There are times children cannot be taught with words," he growled, recalling the words his father had spoken during training. His father had also spoken of restraint, repose, and direction, but right now such sentiments were thrown to the floor along with Fuji\'s stripped clothes.



He shifted their positions until he was seated seiza-style on the bed, and pulled Fuji over his lap. His cock bulged from within his pants and pressed into the tensai\'s stomach, creating discomfort for both of them. He rubbed the tensai\'s buttocks, admiring their shape and softness, then gave them a small, experimental slap. Fuji gasped as his butt cheeks were slapped again, harder, then mewled as the spanking built up harder and faster. Tiny pearls of sweat appeared on his skin as Sanada\'s palm struck swiftly again and again, the sound of skin hitting skin mixing with his whimpers, the tiniest tear beads forming in the corners of his eyes.



The emperor continued dealing the flat-handed blows until the skin flushed a soft shade of pink. He did not hit hard enough to bruise but the skin would sting like crazy. He rubbed over the hot cheeks, his pinky nestling in the tantalizing crack between them. He shifted his thigh against Fuji\'s crotch, snorting as he felt how hard Fuji still was. His pants felt wet where Fuji\'s cock leaked onto them, and he felt a surge of power course through him for taking control of this boy who teased him.



Fuji whimpered as the cloth brushed his length, half sobbing as Sanada\'s hand teased his throbbing butt. He had tried to wiggle his legs during the spanking but was restricted by the briefs locking his ankles, digging painfully into the skin. He heard the vice captain\'s lustful growl in every breath, but the emperor was still restraining himself, content with petting his punished kitten.



"You\'re too gentle," Fuji panted, though he was hardly able to breath. His ass burned but this was nothing compared to the things Yukimura had done. Still, he felt he was nearing his limit and he wanted to go faster. "Do you think you can satisfy me like this?"



Snorting, Sanada smacked the brunette\'s thigh and rolled him off his lap and onto his back. He could see why the three men in the other room were so addicted to this form - his defiant gaze, sweat-glazed skin, and god, he was still so hard, so damn responsive to the little bits of torture Sanada put him through. He grabbed the tensai\'s cock, squeezing it and thumbing the tip, amused by the pre-cum that leaked onto his fingers. Fuji moaned and trembled, his hips arching in need, but Sanada removed his hands and used them to hold the tensai down instead.



He slipped his index and middle finger into the brunette\'s mouth, satisfied when the temptress massaged them with his tongue, coating them with saliva. Pink lips tried to draw them in further, but Sanada drew them out, not wanting to press to far and hurt him. A trail of saliva stuck to his fingertips and dribbled down Fuji\'s chin.



The vice captain had always wanted to try this. He shoved his middle finger up the vamp\'s ass hole, knowing he could take it, and was rewarded by a moaned cry. Then in one swift motion he jerked hard, the appendage digging deep as he used only that one digit to flip Fuji onto his stomach. The tensai yelped and kicked his leg against the sheets, trying to adjust, as pain shot up his spine.



Sanada held his finger steady, giving the brunette time, still in control but too turned on to worry about whether or not he\'d gone too far. He was about to add his index finger, but was interrupted.



"Wait," Fuji panted, his voice harsh and quiet. "it\'ll be tighter if you don\'t." Bear with it, he willed himself, as you did those other times. Those other times Yukimura hadn\'t really given him a choice, and in a way, this was the same. But he had his orders, and had already chosen to follow them.



The vice captain contemplated for a moment, taking in the flushed visage and glazed eyes. He couldn\'t tell what the tensai was thinking. He looked exhausted and overwhelmed, but a defiant twinkle danced in his eyes, daring the teenager to plunge inside.



"Fine," Sanada stated, feeling a mixture of calm and lust boiling up inside of him. He placed the pillow beneath Fuji\'s stomach to elevate his crotch and ass, enjoying how the skin still glowed the shade of cherry blossoms, and mounted on top of him.



Fuji breathed quickly in anticipation, insides plunging as he heard a zipper being undone, and the rustle of fabric being pulled down. Then he felt it... the thick, burning manhood brushing against his entrance, that he knew from taking it in his mouth was as well-built as its owner\'s chest and thighs.



Sanada stroked the back of his neck, then bent down to kiss it, wrapping his arms around Fuji\'s shoulders and holding down his wrists. That firm, ripped chest pulsed against the tensai\'s back, drawing out a long sigh. Then Sanada started to push.



It\'d been a long time since he had sex.



Actually, the time Yukimura rode him was the last. Despite all the kissing and fooling around, he realized he and Tezuka had never even masturbated together. He hadn\'t known how much he needed it until this moment.



He\'d never taken someone dry and unprepared. It hurt him too, the tightness and friction. He would have never done this to Seiichi - when he\'d pushed inside he\'d always feared his lover would break like glass.



His cock jerked in, forcing the membrane wider. His mind went blank, unable to think with the immense pleasure washing across him in waves. A distant part of him, maybe his subconscious, realized that Fuji had not had intercourse for a long time either. It made sense. Despite his personality, Yukimura preferred to be uke, unless he had something to prove. And Sanada could not remember Fuji being taken during their make-shift orgy. The tightness was akin to how Seiichi felt after they hadn\'t made love for several months, while the captain was sick.



Unable to bear it, Sanada started pulling out while only half way, but immediately found himself thrusting back in. His body wanted it and he went in and out, in and out, deeper each time until he finally made it all the way inside. He had never, ever, gone this far - his cock was just too big. But the brunette felt too goddamn good and after all that teasing, he could no longer stop himself.



God, Fuji thought he was going to die. His throat was dry and still, but his mouth fell open and he was silently screaming. Sanada had the biggest cock out of any lover he\'d ever had, and he thought it was going to tear him in two. It felt incredible. Yukimura spent more time playing with him than taking him, which he realized a little too late. He couldn\'t bear it, and even without any stimulation to his own manhood he knew he would come any second now.



Realizing he was about to be outdone, Sanada grabbed the base of Fuji\'s cock, determined not to let the tensai beat him. He squeezed tightly, his fingers acting like a cock ring and the tensai cried in frustration as his body jerked to come but was unable to release.



Fuji started begging, begging for Sanada to let go, to let him come, and the lustful wails were too much for the emperor. The world exploded around him, and he kept thrusting even while orgasming, his hand loosening and freeing the tensai, who came along with him, clenching around his cock and driving Sanada longer and further. The bed creaked loudly as it shook along with its occupants\' bodies.



Sanada just barely managed to stop himself from collapsing on top of the tensai and crushing him, rolling off to the side. Fuji was already sound asleep, having passed out in the middle of his orgasm.



He gathered the small brunette in his arms, nestling his face in the soft brown locks, and hugged him tightly as he drifted off as well...

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Dun dun dun



TO BE CONTINUED



A/N: o.O Fuji scares me.



More smut to come! No seriously, you\'d think this was enough, but the next chapter\'s all smut too. o.O