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Part 23
For All the Wrong Reasons
by Lemon & Chai
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: Oh god, I blame Tezu muse. Please Tezu muse please, have mercy! Let me end this fic! -fail-
Review replies:
JadedSoul: Glad you like. I actually didn't like the chapter at all -sweatdrop- but I couldn't think of any other way to make the plot progress -sweatdrop- Err....
Baby_Angel: XD kekeke, they're all serious chapters! ... Okay maybe not. But fear not!! I can't stand sad endings either! XD I'll...make it happy... SOMEHOW... DX ....
Tezuka. was. peeved.
He stormed towards the gates of the Atobe mansion, the rumble of the second bus that passed him still ringing in his ears. Atobe, the king of monkeys and liars, had meant that the house was only an hour away if you ran from where he'ddumped dropped Tezuka off. And even though buses didn't come through the houses, a bus ran every fifteen minutes through the busy main street that sliced across the wealthymen's neighborhood. But by the time Tezuka realized this, he'd already passed the nearest bus stop.
He only had an hour - and Tezuka Kunimitsu is never late. Thus he had half jogged half ran to his destination, feeling the strain of running in his school uniform shoes rather than his broken in tennies, annoyed by the sweat he'd have to rinse out of his black uniform fabric even though he'd just washed and pressed the thing this morning. More importantly, he couldn't risk his tardiness to be used by Yukimura against him.
And so by the time he swung open the gate, he was hot, sticky, his feet ached, his eyebrow twitched, and he was not. at. all. happy.
He had not had time to prepare himself for what he was about to face.
Taking a few deep breaths, he focused on what he'd came there for. It did not take him long to calm down, or to remind himself of what he'd planned before Atobe's little pep talk.
Tezuka could do this.
All he had to do was reject sex with four, very hot men.
...
Well, he could have sex with them, he just had to deny wanting to stay with them once they were done. No no, if he got that far, they'd be able to convince him. He had to be strong. This would be better for everyone.
It was like Atobe said - he was the only one standing between them and this messed up, polygamous relationship. He was the only one who still had his head on over his libido, who could keep his will harder than his cock.
He was the only one who could save them.
You're one of the lucky ones. You get to chose.
It shouldn't matter to him what Atobe's fate was. The diva said he was trapped in it, but if the spoiled young heir was willing to give up his power and fortune he could have freedom from his supposed cage. Besides, Tezuka shouldn't care what happened to his rival from Hyotei.
He shouldn't care about anyone but Fuji and himself.
He'll just find another person to harm him... and you may think Yukimura is bad, but I am certain there's worse.
He wouldn't let that happen. He would deal with the next sadistic bastard who came along, and the next, and the next... but what if it was never ending?
You're one of the lucky ones.
Tezuka did not believe in luck. He was guided by strength. His determination could conquer any challenge.
You claim you're strong then you say you'll lose control and repeat your mistake. Stop being such a hypocrite.
He wouldn't repeat his mistakes by staying away from Fuji. But he'd stay close enough to protect him. But if he stayed too close... then how would Fuji move on?
It never occurred to him that he himself wouldn't be able to move on, either.
You're one of the lucky ones.
What could he do to protect Fuji... and make him happy at the same time...
You get to chose.
He arrived at the side house doors, only to find someone else had come at the very same time, from the other side of the garden.
What you want to do...
Fuji blinked up at him from over his scarf, eyes wide and innocent, as if surprised that they were meeting at such a time, in such a place.
And who you want to be with.
Neither knocked on the doors.
Tezuka suddenly found himself staring. Just looking at the face he hadn't even spared a glance at throughout the entire week. Their eyes met, but there was no glaring contest involved. They didn't say anything but their hearts were talking. Fuji's eyes grew wide, and as if the whole of Tezuka's emotions had reached out and touched him, he placed a gentle hand on his captain's forearm.
"I won't let them play with you."
Fuji's voice was firm, though Tezuka swore that just a moment ago the tensai was looking terribly depressed. But this was the Fuji he knew and remembered... gentle yet strong...
"I never meant for this to be a bother," Fuji continued with a steady, firm voice. "You should go home. I'll tell them I'm the one who doesn't want this. That I told you not to come."
Tezuka felt his heart lurch in his chest. In that brief instant, Fuji had read his discomfort, his fatigue, his anger... he had seen and understood the situation, understood Tezuka without even knowing the story behind it. Fuji... was the only one who could do this. Syuusuke was the only one who could read him, who knew him.
Fool. Coward.
His Syuusuke would have never said or done what the diva had. He wouldn't have purposefully upset him.
"I shouldn't have let this go so far. I'm sorry, Tezuka, I just got so caught up in the flow of things, I never thought to stop it."
His Syuusuke cared. He was always like this, when Tezuka was really taut, when the events of the day had gone to far, Fuji would suddenly become the strongest support in the world and take care of everything.
"I've made you unhappy, and I apologize. There's a bus that runs every ten minutes a few blocks from here. It's slower than the subway but it's less of a walk. … I could walk you there and then come back. … "
Fuji didn't change.
"I love you."
What.... had he just said.... he had not just said that, had he?!
Tezuka... had meant to tell Fuji of his intentions... to see through his promise... He'd meant to refute the tensai's offer, or tell him that none of this was his fault... He'd meant to ask how Fuji could give such an offer, how he could still care after Tezuka had coldly pushed him away...
He had not meant to say that.
He had meant to ask something like how the tensai could stand being in a relationship with people like Yukimura or Atobe. He had meant to tell Fuji that he was worried about him at practice, but was too hesitant to say anything. He had meant to ask how Fuji had gotten there, if he'd also gotten picked up by Atobe, if the others had already arrived, if it was going to rain tomorrow....anything... anything but that.
He had meant to inquire as to how Fuji could take everything that was done to him. He had wanted to ask if the brunette really liked it, if it was really okay or if their rival players were forcing him into it. He had meant to apologize, no, beg for forgiveness for what he had done. He had meant to ask how, despite how much Fuji still loved Tezuka, because yes even Tezuka knew that, the tensai did not cling to this feeble hope of a fiveway relationship, but rather still put Tezuka first... Tezuka's comfort, Tezuka's happiness.
But something, maybe his lack of conversational skills, maybe the situation, maybe his traitorous tongue, had caused everything he'd always wanted to say to compress into that. Even Tezuka knew he would not be able to take such a thing back, that he would have to take responsibility... especially since it was the truth. Albeit one he never wanted to say outloud, and certainly not outloud to the person he held those precious feelings for.
He was doomed.
Meanwhile, the brunette standing next to him was at a loss.
In an instant, before they had even started, before they had even entered the mansion, Tezuka had told him the small sentence he'd been wanting for years to hear. In one awkward moment, the stoic captain had blurted something so precious yet so simple that it could only be a cruel trick of Fuji's ears. If Fuji's jaw had not dropped open, he would have said, "Excuse me?" It was too out of context. It had to have been a mistake. Fuji just couldn't understand.
The doors opened.
"So were you planning to knock?" Flicking away his bangs, Atobe smirked at the two rival players standing stiffly on the grand entry mat. A mischievous smile simmered on the lips of the bluenette standing beside him, and a rather flushed looking Sanada stood behind the two captains. It looked like he'd been thoroughly convinced of the benefits of multiple lovers.
Tezuka's eyes narrowed, flickering across the security camera that hung to the side of the door, silently cursing the electronic spy for giving away their arrival. While Fuji stood shell shocked, his jaw still hanging toward the floor, a notion came across Tezuka's mind.
"Are you coming in?" The diva interjected sourly, impatient for their impending bed time activities.
"No...." Mind whirling, Tezuka held a stiff jaw before answering. "Atobe, I thought about what you said. We're going to decide this here, right now."
Exchanging glances with Rikkaidai's captain, the diva quirked one professionally shaped brow, urging the other to continue.
"Give me one good reason why I should cross this doorstep." Tezuka's challenge glowered through his spectacles, his presence more commandeering than a
general organizing a siege.
Yukimura's breath caught. He had not expected Tezuka to battle his ultimatum with another ultimatum.
Gulping, Atobe felt his own words drifting in the air. You're the one that gets to chose.
He'd been wrong. Tezuka had somehow managed to shove the choice back onto them. And the stoic brunette was right, in that none of them had a very good reason for wanting this. Yukimura wanted control, Sanada wanted sex, Tezuka came to protect Fuji, Atobe'd been bored, and Fuji... probably came with the hopes he'd finally get to die. And while having four lovers may be convenient for sex and comfort, the long term would be risky and full of drama. It was bad enough when Atobe warred with one ex; having to deal with four would be the end of him.
Sure, it solved a lot of their problems to break down the boundaries of who could make love to who; no more cheating, no more loving someone who wasn't your boyfriend; there'd be checks on Yukimura's sadism, and hopefully Fuji's masochism and possibly suicidal tendencies too. Still, there was nothing good about this. They'd be able to avoid their problems, but it wasn't like love had drawn them together.
The benefits could not be combined into one, solid statement about why this should work.
Yukimura must have come to the same conclusion, as his lips pressed together into an unhappy grimace. Behind him, Sanada looked struck with a mixture of pity, relief and disappointment. The Rikkaidai players were slowly making up... neither of them had a truly pure reason for continuing to involve the others.
It was Fuji's soft voice that broke the silence.
"Because this is how it's meant to be, even if we're here for all the wrong reasons."
Sorry for the short chapter. -sweatdrop- I almost started writing the next chapter into this, but it's been a long time since I updated, and I think this is about as good of an ending as it's gonna get. XD; The story's almost over! ... Errr maybe, there's still some back story left, and of course, more lemony goodness. XD Hopefully it's not coming off as too forced. -sweatdrop-
Review!! Feedback is SO appreciated, especially at this point in the story. Dakara onegai!! Review!!
by Lemon & Chai
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: Oh god, I blame Tezu muse. Please Tezu muse please, have mercy! Let me end this fic! -fail-
Review replies:
JadedSoul: Glad you like. I actually didn't like the chapter at all -sweatdrop- but I couldn't think of any other way to make the plot progress -sweatdrop- Err....
Baby_Angel: XD kekeke, they're all serious chapters! ... Okay maybe not. But fear not!! I can't stand sad endings either! XD I'll...make it happy... SOMEHOW... DX ....
Tezuka. was. peeved.
He stormed towards the gates of the Atobe mansion, the rumble of the second bus that passed him still ringing in his ears. Atobe, the king of monkeys and liars, had meant that the house was only an hour away if you ran from where he'd
He only had an hour - and Tezuka Kunimitsu is never late. Thus he had half jogged half ran to his destination, feeling the strain of running in his school uniform shoes rather than his broken in tennies, annoyed by the sweat he'd have to rinse out of his black uniform fabric even though he'd just washed and pressed the thing this morning. More importantly, he couldn't risk his tardiness to be used by Yukimura against him.
And so by the time he swung open the gate, he was hot, sticky, his feet ached, his eyebrow twitched, and he was not. at. all. happy.
He had not had time to prepare himself for what he was about to face.
Taking a few deep breaths, he focused on what he'd came there for. It did not take him long to calm down, or to remind himself of what he'd planned before Atobe's little pep talk.
Tezuka could do this.
All he had to do was reject sex with four, very hot men.
...
Well, he could have sex with them, he just had to deny wanting to stay with them once they were done. No no, if he got that far, they'd be able to convince him. He had to be strong. This would be better for everyone.
It was like Atobe said - he was the only one standing between them and this messed up, polygamous relationship. He was the only one who still had his head on over his libido, who could keep his will harder than his cock.
He was the only one who could save them.
You're one of the lucky ones. You get to chose.
It shouldn't matter to him what Atobe's fate was. The diva said he was trapped in it, but if the spoiled young heir was willing to give up his power and fortune he could have freedom from his supposed cage. Besides, Tezuka shouldn't care what happened to his rival from Hyotei.
He shouldn't care about anyone but Fuji and himself.
He'll just find another person to harm him... and you may think Yukimura is bad, but I am certain there's worse.
He wouldn't let that happen. He would deal with the next sadistic bastard who came along, and the next, and the next... but what if it was never ending?
You're one of the lucky ones.
Tezuka did not believe in luck. He was guided by strength. His determination could conquer any challenge.
You claim you're strong then you say you'll lose control and repeat your mistake. Stop being such a hypocrite.
He wouldn't repeat his mistakes by staying away from Fuji. But he'd stay close enough to protect him. But if he stayed too close... then how would Fuji move on?
It never occurred to him that he himself wouldn't be able to move on, either.
You're one of the lucky ones.
What could he do to protect Fuji... and make him happy at the same time...
You get to chose.
He arrived at the side house doors, only to find someone else had come at the very same time, from the other side of the garden.
What you want to do...
Fuji blinked up at him from over his scarf, eyes wide and innocent, as if surprised that they were meeting at such a time, in such a place.
And who you want to be with.
Neither knocked on the doors.
Tezuka suddenly found himself staring. Just looking at the face he hadn't even spared a glance at throughout the entire week. Their eyes met, but there was no glaring contest involved. They didn't say anything but their hearts were talking. Fuji's eyes grew wide, and as if the whole of Tezuka's emotions had reached out and touched him, he placed a gentle hand on his captain's forearm.
"I won't let them play with you."
Fuji's voice was firm, though Tezuka swore that just a moment ago the tensai was looking terribly depressed. But this was the Fuji he knew and remembered... gentle yet strong...
"I never meant for this to be a bother," Fuji continued with a steady, firm voice. "You should go home. I'll tell them I'm the one who doesn't want this. That I told you not to come."
Tezuka felt his heart lurch in his chest. In that brief instant, Fuji had read his discomfort, his fatigue, his anger... he had seen and understood the situation, understood Tezuka without even knowing the story behind it. Fuji... was the only one who could do this. Syuusuke was the only one who could read him, who knew him.
Fool. Coward.
His Syuusuke would have never said or done what the diva had. He wouldn't have purposefully upset him.
"I shouldn't have let this go so far. I'm sorry, Tezuka, I just got so caught up in the flow of things, I never thought to stop it."
His Syuusuke cared. He was always like this, when Tezuka was really taut, when the events of the day had gone to far, Fuji would suddenly become the strongest support in the world and take care of everything.
"I've made you unhappy, and I apologize. There's a bus that runs every ten minutes a few blocks from here. It's slower than the subway but it's less of a walk. … I could walk you there and then come back. … "
Fuji didn't change.
"I love you."
What.... had he just said.... he had not just said that, had he?!
Tezuka... had meant to tell Fuji of his intentions... to see through his promise... He'd meant to refute the tensai's offer, or tell him that none of this was his fault... He'd meant to ask how Fuji could give such an offer, how he could still care after Tezuka had coldly pushed him away...
He had not meant to say that.
He had meant to ask something like how the tensai could stand being in a relationship with people like Yukimura or Atobe. He had meant to tell Fuji that he was worried about him at practice, but was too hesitant to say anything. He had meant to ask how Fuji had gotten there, if he'd also gotten picked up by Atobe, if the others had already arrived, if it was going to rain tomorrow....anything... anything but that.
He had meant to inquire as to how Fuji could take everything that was done to him. He had wanted to ask if the brunette really liked it, if it was really okay or if their rival players were forcing him into it. He had meant to apologize, no, beg for forgiveness for what he had done. He had meant to ask how, despite how much Fuji still loved Tezuka, because yes even Tezuka knew that, the tensai did not cling to this feeble hope of a fiveway relationship, but rather still put Tezuka first... Tezuka's comfort, Tezuka's happiness.
But something, maybe his lack of conversational skills, maybe the situation, maybe his traitorous tongue, had caused everything he'd always wanted to say to compress into that. Even Tezuka knew he would not be able to take such a thing back, that he would have to take responsibility... especially since it was the truth. Albeit one he never wanted to say outloud, and certainly not outloud to the person he held those precious feelings for.
He was doomed.
Meanwhile, the brunette standing next to him was at a loss.
In an instant, before they had even started, before they had even entered the mansion, Tezuka had told him the small sentence he'd been wanting for years to hear. In one awkward moment, the stoic captain had blurted something so precious yet so simple that it could only be a cruel trick of Fuji's ears. If Fuji's jaw had not dropped open, he would have said, "Excuse me?" It was too out of context. It had to have been a mistake. Fuji just couldn't understand.
The doors opened.
"So were you planning to knock?" Flicking away his bangs, Atobe smirked at the two rival players standing stiffly on the grand entry mat. A mischievous smile simmered on the lips of the bluenette standing beside him, and a rather flushed looking Sanada stood behind the two captains. It looked like he'd been thoroughly convinced of the benefits of multiple lovers.
Tezuka's eyes narrowed, flickering across the security camera that hung to the side of the door, silently cursing the electronic spy for giving away their arrival. While Fuji stood shell shocked, his jaw still hanging toward the floor, a notion came across Tezuka's mind.
"Are you coming in?" The diva interjected sourly, impatient for their impending bed time activities.
"No...." Mind whirling, Tezuka held a stiff jaw before answering. "Atobe, I thought about what you said. We're going to decide this here, right now."
Exchanging glances with Rikkaidai's captain, the diva quirked one professionally shaped brow, urging the other to continue.
"Give me one good reason why I should cross this doorstep." Tezuka's challenge glowered through his spectacles, his presence more commandeering than a
general organizing a siege.
Yukimura's breath caught. He had not expected Tezuka to battle his ultimatum with another ultimatum.
Gulping, Atobe felt his own words drifting in the air. You're the one that gets to chose.
He'd been wrong. Tezuka had somehow managed to shove the choice back onto them. And the stoic brunette was right, in that none of them had a very good reason for wanting this. Yukimura wanted control, Sanada wanted sex, Tezuka came to protect Fuji, Atobe'd been bored, and Fuji... probably came with the hopes he'd finally get to die. And while having four lovers may be convenient for sex and comfort, the long term would be risky and full of drama. It was bad enough when Atobe warred with one ex; having to deal with four would be the end of him.
Sure, it solved a lot of their problems to break down the boundaries of who could make love to who; no more cheating, no more loving someone who wasn't your boyfriend; there'd be checks on Yukimura's sadism, and hopefully Fuji's masochism and possibly suicidal tendencies too. Still, there was nothing good about this. They'd be able to avoid their problems, but it wasn't like love had drawn them together.
The benefits could not be combined into one, solid statement about why this should work.
Yukimura must have come to the same conclusion, as his lips pressed together into an unhappy grimace. Behind him, Sanada looked struck with a mixture of pity, relief and disappointment. The Rikkaidai players were slowly making up... neither of them had a truly pure reason for continuing to involve the others.
It was Fuji's soft voice that broke the silence.
"Because this is how it's meant to be, even if we're here for all the wrong reasons."
Sorry for the short chapter. -sweatdrop- I almost started writing the next chapter into this, but it's been a long time since I updated, and I think this is about as good of an ending as it's gonna get. XD; The story's almost over! ... Errr maybe, there's still some back story left, and of course, more lemony goodness. XD Hopefully it's not coming off as too forced. -sweatdrop-
Review!! Feedback is SO appreciated, especially at this point in the story. Dakara onegai!! Review!!