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: Moving forward in time! And yet... we still have a long way to go. -sweatdrop-



Review replies:



JadedSoul: I feel bad for them, too. It\'s sad deshou? Deshou deshou? XD ... I guess I could stop making it sad but then it wouldn\'t be any fun. Hm... but I was supposed to have gotten to the happy happy climax a while ago... errr...



i_banquet: I ... can\'t imagine how either. o.O Err... (I actually changed the chapter a little cause of your review. -sweatdrop-)



Baby_Angel: You\'re welcome!! I know, it made me so sad... poor Fuji-muse was crying a flood. But Tezu-muse was just like... chanting, \'suffer,\' \'suffer,\' .... ^^;



Ann: I agree, baka Tezu! It\'s all his fault this story is lasting chapters beyond what it was supposed to. (Not too long ago, I actually thought I\'d end the story around chapter 22 ...-sweatdrop-)



This chapter is dedicated to Angel Baby. Because indeed, they keep coming. -sweatdrop- (It\'s like the story refuses to end... D: I\'ve lost control over my muses.)

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Part 22

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Hope grew in Tezuka\'s heart.



It had been planted that weekend, by a simple yet dynamic promise.



All he had to do was survive one more round with those four, and he\'d be able to end it. One more time in that ridiculously oversized house, one last time seeing his rivals outside of tennis. As much as he distrusted his rival captains with his ex-boyfriend\'s ass, he did trust their word - this was one promise that would not be broken once made.



Then he could finally protect Syuusuke.



Even if it meant being alone.

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Panting, Yukimura planted himself on the court bench, a towel over his eyes for their relief. He\'d pushed the team hard today; all of them were more or less down - Niou lay on the green and refused to move, Yagyuu\'d given up trying to move him and lay next to him, Marui was gobbling down cake and both Yanagi and Sanada lacked the energy to stop him. Kirihara was the only one who\'d made it to the lockers, and hopefully hadn\'t passed out in the showers.



Though they\'d all run a mile up hill and played practice matches, the captain had made them complete an additional training menu. He had not spared himself, however, and had played a round with each of the regulars, winning all but in the end, even his body wore out on him. He was suspicious when Yanagi placed himself last yet still lost. He hated when the data player meddled.



Sanada had also played rounds, not only against the regulars but some of the upcoming members as well, and even he was worn out. This brought relief to the bluenette - he didn\'t want to have to talk to the raven haired spartan, not yet.



There was too much he couldn\'t take right now.



He shouldn\'t have made such a promise, but he knew it was the only way to keep Tezuka in the game. Besides, he\'d known for a long time, if he didn\'t keep Tezuka with them, he would eventually lose everyone. Atobe would help but only for so long. If they really lost to the stoic brunette come Friday, then it would be better to make a clean cut anyway.



No, that wouldn\'t happen. Yukimura was not going to lose.



This was his last chance. He wanted...needed Sanada more than his vice captain... or anyone, knew. But even so, without Tezuka, without Fuji, hell, even without Atobe, he would not be able to give the spartan what he needed in return. Yukimura\'s body was no longer capable of it.

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Sanada was worried, to say the least. He believed in rigorous training, and had enjoyed the increase in pace of the last few days, but the members were starting to complain, and Yukimura... should not have been pushing himself so hard. The captain was practicing harder than anyone. And he still had his biweekly rehabilitation appointments...



Still, this was not the vice captain\'s main concern. Like all of them, he was thinking about Friday. He did not know what to expect, nor even what he wanted.



He didn\'t know anything at all, really.



A part of him felt chilled, recalling what they\'d done the weekend before. Having sex with two captains and a tensai in less than twenty-four hours was beyond any fantasy he\'d ever had. Just remembering the tight ass of Hyotei\'s diva, the lust filled eyes of Yukimura as he rode him, the sensuous whimpers of the blue-eyed brunette, made him break out in sweat in the middle of class. He was thankful at the end of each day, when the severity of practice left him too tired to move, and definitely too tired to masturbate. There were some things he wasn\'t ready to imagine.



But he\'d realized, looking back, that he\'d gone too far with Fuji. He\'d fallen to Seiichi\'s pace, and gone too far and too fast with his oversized cock, which he\'d known could hurt someone if he went all the way in. He never had before, and that he had done so to Fuji so carelessly... on top of that, he\'d never taken pleasure from slapping or spanking before... He felt cold, thinking of how often he\'d used corporal punishment to direct his teammates, and yet there at the mansion... he\'d enjoyed it. Watching Fuji cry, watching him squirm, watching his skin redden and bruise... it was a horrifying self-revelation.



On top of that, he\'d been used by the two captains for sex. Sure, he\'d enjoyed it, and it wasn\'t like he\'d never fantasized about either of them. It wasn\'t a lie that he still got hard watching Yukimura in the locker rooms, and he\'d certainly had plenty of wet dreams about slamming the arrogant diva into the mattress. But he hadn\'t really had any control over the escapade, and that was what he hated. A part of him felt like he\'d been forced... raped even.



But what horrified him the most was that he wasn\'t even upset about it. In fact, he kept wishing that it would happen again.



All of it.



He couldn\'t wait till Friday.



Dragging himself onto the bus, he relaxed on the way home, letting his thoughts roll along with the wheels. He still didn\'t know what to do about Tezuka. He cared for his boyfriend... he liked him, a lot, and he didn\'t want to lose him. He wanted to believe that no matter which way things went on Friday, they would still be together, but he had a strange feeling that wouldn\'t be true.



Watching Tezuka and Fuji on the bed, the way the bespectacled brunette had watched over the sleeping tensai, the way he\'d carried the lithe brunette after he collapsed crying... Tezuka felt very far away. Especially at the end, when the expressionless captain sat coolly on the bed, neither intimidated nor goaded by his rival leaders... it was as if Tezuka had escaped even though they\'d held him back.



In the end, Sanada had not gotten to talk to Seigaku\'s ruler before the end of the weekend. He\'d only managed a brief conversation with his own blue haired captain, and it only served to remind him of one more problem at hand.



"Are you surprised?" The bluenette smirked knowingly, illuminated by an air of victory despite the debasing promise he\'d made the day before.



"...About?" Sanada glared. He had wanted to talk to Yukimura but the captain had struck up conversation first, and he had a feeling he\'d just been sidewinded somehow.



"About Tezuka. About what he did."



What was the point in taking swipes at his boyfriend now? Sanada slammed his locker shut, deciding he didn\'t even want to ask.



"Because I\'m not," Yukimura continued smugly. "Someone who keeps it all in is bound to snap eventually."



"You\'re one to talk," Sanada snorted, shifting his bag onto his shoulder.



"I know because I\'m the same way." The effeminate captain donned his pea coat and vanished through the door, his voice carrying behind him, "I\'ll see you tomorrow."



Only after he left did Sanada realize they hadn\'t gotten to discuss anything important. He wanted to at least ask the bluenette if he was serious about his promise, and what he meant when he said he\'d leave him alone. He\'d also wanted to ask about Atobe, to apologize and maybe ask if his oral affair was at fault for his captain\'s behavior back then. He felt like he was missing something, like everyone knew something he didn\'t, and if he didn\'t find out soon... they\'d all end up miserable.



Oh well... he\'d have to figure this out on his own. What he wanted, and what was best for himself and those he cared about.

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They did not face each other during practice. For the first time in five years, they did not stand next to each other observing their teammate\'s play. Fuji didn\'t even know why he went, but old habits are hard to break, as was the grip of a redheaded acrobat who was determined to make him attend.



Tezuka did not speak to him, or try to make excuses for him. Eiji was the one who cried out that Fuji was feeling sick, and shouldn\'t have to run laps with the other regulars. Their stoic captain neither harped nor waved the exercise, so Fuji sat pointlessly on the bench, not moving until Eiji pulled him up afterward.



No one commented on his lack of a smile, though he could feel them glancing at him. They were all afraid of him, of the wasabi and Inui juice and other pranks he\'d pulled in the past. It was funny, now that he thought about it, he\'d done all that to get Tezuka\'s attention. The reputation of sadism he\'d built didn\'t suite him - he couldn\'t even hurt himself, even though he wanted to, never mind others.



Not that it mattered. Not that he cared. He\'d finally given up.



It should have been a relief, but Fuji found he couldn\'t feel relief. He couldn\'t feel sad, or happy, or fearful, or even tired. He couldn\'t feel anything any more. He couldn\'t even feel the need to die. That was the greatest irony, really, now that he finally did not feel afraid of the last steps, he also didn\'t care enough to take them.



It was with numb feet, and number hands, and a numb heart that Fuji left for the Atobe manor. It was the strangest thing to hope, but he wanted this to be over with soon.



Then Yukimura would punish him, and maybe he could feel again.

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"Well then, I suppose we won\'t see each other for another year," the lady snorted as she tied the belt around her Burberry Taffeta trench coat. It wasn\'t cold but her clothing stylist always went with the latest trends.



"Then I suppose we\'ll see too much of each other," Atobe politely replied. He was neither joking nor taking a jab. He\'d stopped caring, really, a long time ago. "The serving men will-"



"No bother," she waved, flapping her hand loftily as her secretary rapidly appeared at her side. The bespectacled man gave the young heir a respectful nod before taking her Fossil purse and guiding her from the conference room.



Calm, blue-silver eyes watched the woman depart. She was seven years older than him, and still treated him like the six year old she\'d first met, but he\'d stopped caring about that, too. Or maybe he\'d never cared to begin with.



She was nothing but a reminder to him of who he was.



Shrugging the encounter aside, he waved over his own secretary and had her call up his driver. He still had plenty of time before he had to return home to meet his guests.



He\'d had all week to think, and plan, and decide. The ultimatum had been made for Tezuka, but really, this was a chance for all of them to chose. What they were about to commit to could not end with an easy break-up. Atobe did not want to be slapped by four people in a row, and certainly not by four well trained tennis players with iron wrists.



While the other four were most likely wallowing in emotions of self-pity and confusion, Atobe had sanctity of mind enough to think. Perhaps it was only easier for him since he had no love interest involved. But either way he felt that he had seen through the others with a clear, insightful mind. He knew what his opponents wanted, and also what would be best for them. The hard part was figuring out what would be best for himself.



Despite his reputation, Atobe did not always get what he wanted. In fact, he\'d given up wanting anything important, and thus he didn\'t have to consider this while deciding what to do. Instead he would focus on doing whatever worked the best for him.



Still, he hadn\'t been certain as to what that was, so he\'d called this meeting to find out. Funny, how they labeled their infrequent rendezvous as meetings, and even had them scheduled through their secretaries and in one of their family\'s offices.



At least he had verified what he\'d already thought for the last few days. Stepping into the limo, he gave directions to his driver before settling into the leather cushions.



Now that he\'d made up his mind, he was going to make this work in his favor. Atobe did not just take whatever was given to him, despite how much he\'d been given by his family\'s status. He\'d worked hard to be number one at school and at tennis; his parents had paid for his tuition but not for his ranks; he could not buy prowess with money. Once he had a goal, he did everything to achieve it, otherwise he couldn\'t be satisfied.



Sipping from the limo\'s stash of wine, he watched the houses grow smaller and the shrubs grow more pathetic, until they were in the commoners\' area. Once he saw his target, he instructed his driver to follow. There was, after all, no rule that he couldn\'t intervene.



He knew this was not why Yukimura had involved him, but the bluenette was just lucky to have someone so passionate decide to grace him with his prowess. Besides, Rikkaidai\'s captain still owed him on the promise he\'d made back at Fuji\'s house - in return for getting to ride Tezuka, Yukimura had to meet Atobe at Hyotei\'s locker rooms, after practice when other regulars were still drifting out, and the diva would kick out the others and have a very entertaining round of fun. With the rumors as well, of course. That also reminded him that he had yet to sleep with Tezuka himself; and if Atobe had any bit of pride in his conquests, it was dented at having not gotten his tongue on the bespectacled, talented brunette.



Speak of the devil, said brunette was glaring rather viciously at him through the tinted windows. It appeared the stoic captain did not appreciate being tailed by a Ferrari limousine.



Impressed at being discerned through the black coating, Atobe finished off his wine and set aside the glass. A snap of his fingers set the door rising open, an amused smirk crossing his face as he could practically see the vein on Tezuka\'s forehead madly pulsing.



"Get in."



Tezuka\'s glare was response enough, but he deadpanned, "We still have a few hours before the meeting." Give me some peace, his eyes shot, but the diva could care less.



"We have to talk," he drawled, motioning to the seat next to him. The stoic man hesitated but finally slid inside, wearily sitting down on the other side of the passenger area. "I don\'t bite," the diva laughed, but his guest didn\'t seem to appreciate the joke, his frown deepening into a regretful grimace.



Despite what everyone probably thought, the two of them were friends in a very pure sense. Ignoring all the messy relationships and the lust and the sex, they had come to respect each other as captains and as rivals. And though Tezuka made light of this when it was convenient - well, Atobe did too - it was something they both seemed to remember when it mattered.



They talked, from time to time, over the phone, mostly about tennis and how to train the team but sometimes about simple things like the weekend. It was funny how they never talked about Fuji - the tensai\'s name was taboo; like a woman who destroys the closest of friendships with no more than her beauty. The two captains knew which parts to keep separate. They\'d done many favors for each other and lost track of who owed what over the years. Atobe of course had more assets, but Tezuka was surprisingly resourceful, and he was one of the few people who\'s advice the diva respected.



"There\'s something I\'ve decided you should know," Atobe began, his tone calm and without narcissism. He didn\'t have to show off in front of the brunette... he didn\'t have to prove anything.



"No matter what you say, it won\'t change what I\'ve done," Tezuka mourned, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders. "Now that you know..."



"Wine?" interrupted the diva. He decided he needed another glass after all.



"We\'re under twenty," the brunette snorted, glaring at the diva as if he were already drunk.



Both sat in silence as the elitist twirled the glass, savoring the fragrance before taking a small sip. "I understand your position, Tezuka, unlike the other three." With a lofty tilt of the glass he enjoyed another taste, savoring the many years of fermentation that\'d been stored for this short moment of enjoyance. "There\'s a price to pay for too much power."



Slowly nodding, Tezuka accepted the statement, believing that perhaps the narcissist might truly understand.



Atobe took another sip and continued, "It was a petty mistake-"



"It was more than a mistake," Tezuka growled, "It was-"



"Still only a mistake. God, Tezuka, you claim you\'re strong then you say you\'ll lose control and repeat your mistake. Stop being such a hypocrite." He finished off the glass and set it aside. The wine had a good flavor but he didn\'t feel like anymore. "A mistaken action, a loss of control - isn\'t the point of learning that we don\'t repeat our idiocies? I do have enough confidence in you that you can learn, Tezuka. Or perhaps I\'ve misjudged you."



Sighing, Tezuka shook his head, wondering if it was too late to leave the car. He did not want to be convinced. He was a sinner, and he had to remind himself of that, or else... "I still want to own him-"



"That\'s a feeling he inspires in all of us," snorted the diva. "Haven\'t you noticed? How no matter how close you grow to him, no matter how tightly you try to grasp him, he still feels far away...far above. Even when he thinks he\'s throwing himself at you his wings of genius draw him away."



Damn, it was too late, Tezuka realized as unfamiliar scenery rolled by. It probably wouldn\'t be all that safe for him to jump from the moving vehicle either. "You make it sound like it\'s his fault."



"It is." Rolling his eyes, Atobe poured himself another glass, having as fickle of taste buds as he did love interests. "But anyways... That\'s not what I wanted to talk to you about."



The glass went down, undrunken. Rolling the liquid round the wide bottom, Atobe talked slowly and seriously, and it was a strange moment where Tezuka found himself straining to hear the usually boastful kingship speak so quietly. The unfamiliar scenery continued to swirl around the limo as they drove around, mimicked by the untasted wine.



Tezuka didn\'t know and didn\'t ask where they were headed, though he assumed the mansion. At the moment, listening to his long time friend and rival share his story, it didn\'t matter. The sun was still high but there were no more school kids in sight, walking home or training for clubs or otherwise. They passed through beautiful suburbia, hidden pockets of houses with bright, European-style gates and gardens that Tezuka\'d only ever seen in magazines, or perhaps these were the very ones featured.



But Atobe\'s words were more interesting than the houses. There was a very deep irony, driving through a place like this, realizing the sunlit luxury these people enjoyed, and how even the smallest sacrifice was a scar to them.



There were expectations attached to each of them.



"Why are you telling me this?" Tezuka finally interjected, once the diva went quiet. The wine sat still in its glass, its level unchanged from when it was poured, moved only by the slight vibrations that escaped the triple layered suspension.



Sighing, Atobe wondered how his rival captain could always sound the same no matter what he said. Still, the diva was not so petty to feel as though his feelings had been trampled on. He knew he was exposing a part of himself he didn\'t like others to see, but this was something that needed to happen. "Because in the end, Tezuka - you\'re the one who gets to chose."



". . ." Tezuka didn\'t say it but the quirk of an eyebrow seemed to say, \'excuse me?\'



"This isn\'t about you showing up or not, or some feeble promise that queen bee from Rikkaidai made," Atobe tsked. "Do you really understand the implications of what Seiichi\'s asking for? It\'s not just some orgy for the youth."



The other captain stayed silent, his lips pressed together in a thin frown.



"This is a choice each of us has to make. A dedication. A vindication. It\'s not just something we can take lightly.... especially me," Atobe added with a bit of a scowl. "Don\'t give me that look, I know what you\'re thinking. That\'s why I\'m the most qualified to talk to you - because I\'m everything you\'re not.



"Let\'s face it - Yukimura wants Sanada, but what he needs is this. And you\'re the same way. Do you really think giving up what you want is what you need to do? Fool. Coward. I thought better of you."



He suddenly chugged down the glass, finishing it off with a very ungentlemanly gulp. "Seiichi already told you, but Fuji\'s still in love with you. ... Though I can see you already knew that. You do know why he enjoys pain so much, don\'t you? That it\'s because of what you did? What makes you think that once Yukimura\'s out of the picture, he won\'t just go off and find someone else to give him what his body wants? Fuji\'s been choosy so far, because he wanted to make you jealous with his high end boyfriends, but now that he feels he no longer has a chance, he\'ll probably go for anyone. And you may think Yukimura is bad, but I am certain there\'s worse."



"But I can\'t-"



"You don\'t have to protect him alone."



Tucking the glass into the under-seat cabinet, Atobe glared wearily at the floor. "We all have our own reason for this. There\'s something each of us needs, that we can\'t find in just one other. Perhaps we\'re too great, or too strong, or too independent - don\'t glare Tezuka, you understand what I mean. There\'s a price to pay for too much power.



"I know what I am, and I know what you, and everyone else, sees me as. I know that no matter what sort of ties we have, a relationship takes dedication-"



"All the more reason why you can\'t-"



"All the more reason for me to tell you," Atobe spat. "Why do you think I live the way I do? Fuji was the best because even when I dated him, he was still head over heals in love with you. It\'s not like I don\'t see why... it\'s scathing, but Tezuka, I do believe you have something that the rest of us don\'t, something that we need.



"You aren\'t truly a fool, Tezuka, and this is the first time I\'ve ever seen you be a coward. You have a choice, and while I said before that we all do... today, you\'re the one that gets to chose.



"Sanada won\'t care. He\'ll agree to it if you say so. He wants this. Inside, he\'s just like Yukimura - he thinks he has to have a kingdom to have control. Fuji may seem complacent but he\'s just in shock. He\'ll get over it and go back to wanting you. He\'ll repeat his cycle of suffering as many times as it takes before you give in... or until he\'s dead. And Yukimura - you saw how he is. It\'s unnatural. Aren\'t you curious? He wasn\'t like that back in middle school. Even his tennis has changed.



"Besides," he smirked, despite his eyes cringing in pain, "If you still chose to join us, despite what I\'ve just told you, that makes the connection all the more powerful, no?"



Stone faced and stone voiced, Tezuka deadpanned, "This is not a game."



"It is," the diva shrugged, instantly masking away his rant of emotion. "For me, anyway. But you\'re right in that for Fuji and Yukimura, this is their final stance. You could end their youth tonight, the way you\'ve already tried to end yours."



"Yours was gone a long time ago," Tezuka snorted, stubbornly crossing his arms.



"That\'s right."



They were quiet for a while as the limo made a few more turns. Atobe\'s last confession had dulled both rival\'s will to argue as they usually would. The diva seemed drearily sober, and Tezuka just wanted to get out. As if sensing his wish, the limo pulled to a stop by a rather lofty weeping willow.



Neither said a word as Tezuka let himself out, annoyed again by the automatic doors that slid sluggishly upwards with a mechanical shift. He would not give Atobe the pleasure of glancing around, but he had barely a clue of where they were.



The diva obviously knew, but for once wasn\'t smirking as he handed the stoic captain a pamphlet map.



"It\'s an hour\'s walk back to the mansion from here." The diva looked up at him from inside the limo, but Tezuka felt looked down upon instead. "The bus doesn\'t come for another forty five minutes," Atobe continued, "and it\'s a beautiful day, so I suggest you enjoy the neighborhood." The dark, imperial window drew back up with a hum.



"Tezuka," the prima donna\'s voice lofted through the remaining crack, yet was somehow crystal clear. "You\'re one of the lucky ones. You get to chose - what you want to do and who you want to be with."

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A/N: Atobe ... talks to much. o.O



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