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.

Language warning for this chapter.

Summary: A YukiFuji, SanaTezu fic, with eventual lead into foursome, possibly fivesome with Atobe. Inspired by kitti-chan and lolistar. SanaTezu dedicated to marourin. YukiFuji BDSM dedicated to krystal epyon, for her awesome scenes in Sweet Dreams.

Review replies

Krystal_Epyon: Yes, I agree that Sanada is OOC. -sweatdrop- I really should read more fanfiction with his character, I'm not quite sure how to portray him. I'll do my best to make him more IC though!

Fuufuufuu, there is definitely more backstory to come. -grin- Thanks for the review! It helps me improve so I'm glad to hear it. XD

JadedSoul: Yay, I'm glad! I want to find out too. ^__^

lolistar71: Oooo Syuu-chan cherry ~drool~ I will do my best to keep going

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Part 2

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It started simply enough.

Fuji had more experience, and he didn't mind starting fast. Yukimura said he'd like to get to know the tensai better, but what better way than in bed?

Fuji said that every lover he'd had was slightly different, but, he laughed, he'd never used the kind of things Yukimura was asking about. Sometimes Atobe would play with a silk robe sash, which Fuji always thought was fun.

Yukimura liked to experiment, and he was playful, especially with his hands. He didn't use them to hold or massage, really, so much as pinch and scratch.

Compared to everything else, their first time together was practically vanilla, except for the rope. Yukimura apologized for not having anything softer, but Fuji said that was alright, he had fun.

They say there's nothing like the first time.

That couldn't have been more true.

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"You are dismissed."

Fuji packed his things, nodding to the teacher before heading out. He just slid the door closed, when a grunt drew his attention.

"Oh.... Tezuka," Fuji gave a friendly smile to his captain, the same one he always wore. "I apologize for missing practice, the teacher kept me behind."

" . . . Because you came in late." Tezuka focused intently on his close-eyed friend, but since the break up, Fuji had stayed shut off from him. Now he only saw those beautiful azure orbs when the tensai played his triple counters, otherwise, the other's face stayed hidden behind his smiling mask.

"Ah.... I overslept and missed class," Fuji shrugged. "Shall I run laps? Nee-san's not expecting me home-"

"Not now." Tezuka paused, adjusting his glasses as an excuse. "We need to talk."

"What about?" Fuji replied, his tone light and amiable. He followed Tezuka into an empty classroom, tilting his head in question.

" . . . " Tezuka wasn't sure what to say. How long had it been since he'd last talked to Fuji? He hadn't, he realized, outside of practice, not since they entered high school. And they really didn't see each other much, and rarely were paired up at practice.

Fuji seemed smaller than he remembered, but the smile was the same. Well, the same as it had been before they started dating.

"Well?" Fuji sounded airy, unconcerned, but inside he was trembling. Yukimura had finished going through the box yesterday. Fuji was exhausted, bruised, and had purposely slept in and missed practice, since he knew he couldn't handle it today. He really wanted to go home; but when he saw Tezuka waiting for him, a jolt in his heart told him to wait.

"How are you?"

Fuji blinking in surprise at the colloquial phrase. "I'm . . . fine, is something the matter?"

" . . . I heard you're dating Yukimura."

Silence followed his statement with an oppressive heat. For a moment, Tezuka thought Fuji wasn't going to respond.

The tensai drew away from him, then finally turned towards him before speaking. "He's the fourth boyfriend I've had since we broke up, Tezuka, and you've never brought it up before."

He was no longer smiling. His eyes, though, were still closed.

"I . . . " Tezuka couldn't just say that Sanada's talk the other day bothered him. "Sorry."

A while ago, one of his braver classmates told him he had poor communication skills. Tezuka believed his speech was merely concise; but now, his lack of words was crushing. Why couldn't he simply say, 'I heard some rumors and was worried?'

Fuji turned away again. That meant he was either nervous or upset, and didn't want to show it. When they were together, though, Fuji would move towards him, and they would embrace...

" . . . I heard you're dating Sanada."

Great, just great. Now they were playing a game. One of the main reasons Tezuka had avoided Fuji for two years was because he didn't want any drama. They hadn't done this since before they started dating, and that was more due to sexual tension.

"Fuji, please. I just-"

"It certainly took you long enough." Fuji went on as if he hadn't heard him. "I wondered when you'd get another boyfriend, it's not like you don't have guys lined up out the door-"

"Stop." The same lines he'd said to Sanada. Like a broken record, he only knew how to avoid the issue by using the same excuses.

"If you don't want to talk about your love life, then you have no right to ask about mine," Fuji snapped. He swung away, but just before he did, Tezuka saw a flash of blue...

He grabbed Fuji's wrist, forcing the tensai to face him. Sanada's words echoed is his mind...

It's not a coincidence.

"Fuji. Why Yukimura?" He had to know.

Fuji was quiet, but he didn't pull his hand away. "Nee, Tezuka... do you know the saying, curiosity killed the cat?"

Tezuka nodded.

"I'm the cat."

". . . " Aah. Another one of Fuji's riddles. There used to be a lot of those, too, before they dated.

"Is that all? I'll go, then. See you tomorrow, Tezuka." Fuji dislodged his hand, rubbing past his jacket sleeve at his arm.

Instinctively, Tezuka grabbed his hand again and shoved back the sleeve.

"What's this?" He growled. A deep, red line circled around the tensai's wrist, artfully contrasted by smooth, pale skin. The bespectacled captain had barely seen it peak below the jacket's cuff.

Cerulean eyes widening at the sight of it, as if Fuji himself hadn't realized it was there. The tensai hastily pulled his hand away. "It's none of your business." His eyes dashed towards the wall, and his voice didn't have the sharpness that usually accompanied such biting phrases. If anything, he sounded nervous.

"Fuji, who-"

Sharp, blue eyes glared at him. Tezuka returned the gaze with narrowed eyebrows, but the sky colored orbs he looked into weren't filled with the defensiveness he expected. Fear... vulnerability, and some other unreadable emotion shimmered inside those azure crystals.

As if realizing his mistake, Fuji's eyes slammed shut and he jerked his hand away. "Just leave me alone," he whispered.

He was gone before Tezuka could reply.

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"I ... I can't. I have homework." It was an obvious lie. But after seeing Tezuka earlier, Fuji couldn't stop the ache in his heart, or in his back. His wrist burned where Tezuka had seen the mark.

"I'm not coming to you, Fuji." Yukimura's amusement carried through the phone. He was probably checking his nails as they talked, maybe filing. He did that a lot.

"Yukimura, I-"

"Fuji." The firm, commanding tone send shivers down the brunette's spine. "Unzip your pants."

There was a pause.

Then he held the phone next to his crotch, so that Yukimura could here the clinks of the zipper being undone as he complied.

"Pull your pants down to your thighs."

He did so.

"Are you wearing boxers?"

No. Yukimura had ordered him not to, since he was supposed to go over today. But he didn't need to say that.

"Are you hard?"

"Not really," he breathed, his voice faint.

"Touch your throat. Pet it, like I did the other day."

Fuji tentatively grazed his nape with his fingertips, touching his Adam's apple then stroking around his neck.

"Now, are you hard?"

" . . . Yes," he whimpered.

"Now pump your dick with your hand."

Minutes passed. The tick of his alarm clock matched the frustrated pace of his hand as he obediently stroked himself.

"You haven't come." Yukimura sounded like he wanted to laugh.

".... No." A choked sob accompanied Fuji's shudder. He twisted around, unable to bring himself fully but desperately continuing to pump. He heard the tapping of nails and cried into the phone.

"I plan to sleep at 11:30," Yukimura said, and hung up.

Fuji arrived at his house within fifty minutes.

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"You're brooding."

Sanada was watching him curiously, which only made Tezuka's frown deepen. He'd gotten lost in thought while watching the dvd.

"It's cute." There was a feral gleam in the capped youth's eyes that made the faintest blush appear on Tezuka's face.

"... Don't say that."

He turned back to the screen. The hero, an absurdly muscular man with masculinity scarred all over, was easily beating some nasty faced villains. Berserk was not that type of thing Tezuka usually watched (not that he watched much television at all), but Sanada had a giant poster of the main character in his room along with the dvds for all twenty-five episodes. It only seemed appropriate that he learned more about his boyfriend's likes... he just hadn't expected an old anime series to be one of them.

He could still feel Sanada watching him. He knew he should probably talk to his boyfriend, tell him about what he'd seen earlier, but ... words escaped him. He was making the same mistakes, he knew, as he had with Fuji, by avoiding his problems rather than working them out.

If only he could train for relationships, the way he did with tennis.

How had Fuji so easily slipped from boyfriend to boyfriend? He was truly a prodigy in everything... he knew how to read people, how to toy with them...

But when he thought about it, Fuji had not done so well either... he knew the tensai was not the type to get together with someone on a whim, and he doubted his ex-lover wanted such early breakups. From what he had heard, mostly from Inui, all of Fuji's breakups were initiated by his partner. Including the one with him...

Fuji lay unconscious on the ground, naked, bruised, blood sliding down his thigh...

He shook the memory away, only to have it replaced with the image of Fuji's red marked wrist. He recognized that type of imprint, from when he went mountain climbing... a print from ropes.

"But as a lover, he's demanding. I'm worried..."

Sanada's concerns about Yukimura waved through him; a sinking feeling overtook his chest. He'd told Sanada not to interfere, then gone and talked to Fuji anyways, behind his boyfriend's back.

A warm touch on his forehead brought him out of his thoughts. Sanada had paused the dvd and was looking at him in concern.

"You have wrinkles... here." Sanada massage away the thick worry lines above and around his eyes. It felt reminiscent of something Fuji had done. "What's bothering you?"

Sanada had the most innocent, unknowing tone. At least Tezuka could count on his expression not to give him away - he could hardly twitch his mouth into a smile when he wanted.

" . . . Long day. I'll finish this-" He waved towards a pile of half-filled formwork on the table, "at home."

Nodding, Sanada put a complete stop to the dvd. He put away the snacks they had, most of which only he had eaten, while Tezuka gathered his papers into a folder.

He gave his stoic boyfriend a goodbye kiss on the cheek, which was returned with something deeper and more heated. Sanada couldn't stop his hand from snaking around the other's waist as they sucked on each other's tongues, then reluctantly pulled away.

Nodding, Tezuka left the house and headed for the train station. Rikkaidai was a long commute across the city, but he and Sanada took turns visiting one another.

Now that he thought about it, he realized that, Fuji must be making the same commutes too. He pushed the tensai from his mind, and endured standing on the packed train while it shuffled its many passengers across the city.

Once he reached home, he pulled out the paperwork to dutifully read through it and sign, when he saw a paper with Rikkaidai's logo instead of Seigaku's. He must have picked up by accident, he realized, and hoped it was nothing important.

He pulled it out, thinking he could scan it in if Sanada really needed it, and saw that it was a roster of Rikkaidai's tennis club.

The numbers and addresses of all the regulars were there.

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Fuji gave a little cry, each time the whip lashed onto his skin. The ropes dug into his forearms, forming marks that would take more than long sleeves to cover up.

He'd managed to slip that he had practice tomorrow, before getting thrown onto the bed. Yukimura must have heard him, though, since nothing he did went deeper than the skin.

Patterns of red covered his body, stinging on the surface, and from Yukimura's pleased hum, it must have been very prettily designed.

Yukimura repeatedly whipped his buttocks at different angles, playfully aiming at his crack. Fuji cried and moaned, overwhelmed by the painful pleasure his body could not understand.

Finally the captain grew tired of the repetitive flicks of his wrist. He pulled a few of the ropes, which soon fell undone onto the sheets. Fuji collapsed with them, looking up at his dominator in confusion. Only his hands remained tied.

Returning the look with a friendly smile, Yukimura sat at the head of the bed, using pillows to cushion his back, then motioned for Fuji to kneel before him.

Following the other's indications, Fuji bent low as if performing a muslim prayer, his hands bound behind his back. His mouth watered as he faced Yukimura's crotch, eyeing the large appendage pert before him. He had an idea of what was coming.

Yukimura looked down at him, humming thoughtfully. His lips formed a small, curious smile, and he looked rather pleased with himself.

"You may use your hand," he announced, and undid the ropes around Fuji's wrists.

Confused, Fuji reached for the thick length pulsing before him, but Yukimura pinched his ear. "No, that's for your tongue," he hissed, now sounding annoyed.

The lithe captain grabbed Fuji's light brown locks and forced his head down between his legs. He pried Fuji's mouth open and shoved in two of his fingers, teasing his gag reflex for a bit then finger fucking his throat.

Somehow Fuji managed to understand, and reached down to grasp his own cock. Yukimura rewarded him by removing his fingers, then shoved Fuji's lips onto his manhood, pulling open the tensai's jaw with a vice-like grip on his chin.

Fuji accepted the long cock into his mouth, relaxing his throat as Atobe had once shown him so that his lips drew down to the hilt. Yukimura moaned above him, pulling the brunette's hair, sharpened nails digging into his scalp.

Fuji simultaneously sucked and pumped, waves of pleasure passing from his length to his tongue. It was hard to focus on the blowjob while stroking himself, but he was careful not to let his teeth scrape. Soon Yukimura set the pace, pushing and pulling the tensai's head even as he started thrusting.

Sensing that the captain was about to come, Fuji tried to pull back, but Yukimura forced his head down and he did his best to swallow as viscous liquid poured down his throat.

Once the other fell back in blissful lethargy, Fuji pulled away and choked into the sheets. He continued stroking himself, crazy with need. Yukimura came to his senses and stuck a dry finger into Fuji's hole, immediately causing the brunette to buck and come.

After he finished pulsing, Fuji fell limp on the bed, cum dripping from his mouth and into the comforter. He gasped for air, but was too tired to really breath.

Yukimura petted his head, humming some gentle melody, until the tensai fell asleep.

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"No really, seriously?!" Marui exclaimed, eager to suck up the latest gossip. "After only three weeks?"

"Yeah, Atobe's already back to one-nighters," Niou smirked with glee. Probably he'd get paid by someone soon.

Sanada wanted to bust the trickster for gambling illegally, but they were not, Yukimura pointed out, teachers or government officials. Besides, the lithe captain pointed out, they were harmless little side bets, and good for team morale, an argument which made Sanada want to shake his fist. But like always, he kept to the side and let Yukimura make all the decisions.

When it came to the team, anyways.

Yagyuu started, "The only one who Atobe managed to date for over six months was Fuji Syuusuke-"

"-who kept getting back together with him even though Atobe kept cheating," Niou finished with a grin. Their partnership extended way beyond tennis nowadays. Yanagi suspected all the way to the bed.

"That's how it ends with all of Atobe's lovers," Kirihara snidely remarked. Usually he ignored the chatter with a sneer, but he had his own bits to throw in, especially when the rumors involved certain people. "Have you ever heard him? He says that they break up with him, as if he didn't do anything wrong."

Sighing, Sanada wondered when his team turned into a bunch of gossiping old ladies. From what Tezuka told him, at Seigaku it wasn't allowed - talking about topics unrelated to tennis earned laps.

But Yukimura had been humming to himself all day and took no notice, except to bark out criticisms when he saw poor form and need for extra training.

It seemed they were not speaking to each other today, either.

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Tezuka barked out laps, but the giggles and whispers of all the latest gossip kept snowballing around the club anyways. It was always like this, even though he told them to focus on practice; the moment he turned his back, rumors went flying faster than tennis balls.

He didn't know what they were talking about this time and he didn't care. It must have not been very important though, since Echizen rolled his eyes and went back to tying his shoelaces with Momoshiro tried to blab to the freshman everything he knew.

More laps were ordered, along with a specific training course for regulars. His eyes caught hold of a certain tensai, who was running slightly ahead of the others, but still letting Echizen lead.

It was a chilly day, but what Fuji had on was overkill. He wore blue arm guards that looked like elongated wristbands in addition to his sweats and jersey, but somehow they looked comfortable instead of silly.

Tezuka wanted to talk to him, but he'd been hesitant all day. Before he knew it, practice was over, and everyone was going home.

Fuji said he'd run the laps he owed for missing practice, and stayed late. Tezuka clenched his fist, realizing he'd been given an extra opportunity.

He showered and changed, then waited in the locker room. After what felt like a while, Fuji came in and hurriedly started pulling off his jersey, not noticing Tezuka was still there. The tensai seemed rushed and didn't bother turning on the clubroom lights, his expression dull and empty since he believed he was alone.

Tezuka opened his mouth to announce his presence, but stopped when Fuji pulled off his shirt.

Even in the dim light, angry red lines shone clearly on the tensai's body. Stern brown eyes took in ligature marks, the pattern across his arms showing clearly how ropes had been attached. Long strips he couldn't identify covered Fuji's back, with a few on his chest - they looked like they'd been made by a snapped chord.... or maybe a whip.

Frozen, Tezuka realized he shouldn't say anything now. Fuji would be way more upset than the last time, if he knew what the captain saw...

The tensai hummed some song he didn't recognize as he finished fixing on his casual clothes. He wore a familiar tan coat, and heavy black gloves. He didn't seem nervous, but his face completely closed into its usual smile just before he stepped out the door; that infuriating mask he wore whenever hiding any sort of internal struggle.

"Why Yukimura?"

Tezuka stayed where he was, hardly breathing until he was sure the tensai was gone, past the gates and away from school.

"Do you know the saying, curiosity killed the cat?"

Then he was frantically digging in his bag, pulling out the neatly written copy of Yukimura's address in his notebook, which he had made before returning the roster to Sanada.

"I'm the cat."

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Note: I wasn't sure whether or not to move the last two sections to the next chapter, but in the end, they fought their way to stay in this one.

So how was it? Better drama? Worse? ^^; I tried to be more descriptive of the smut, fuufuufuu, as suggested, hope it worked. Constructive criticism welcome!

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