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: A shady time skip. -sweatdrop- And an even shadier transition to a new plot element. -megasweatdrop-

Review replies:

Rangiku: wah, I'm so sorry! No no, this story will definitely not be abandoned XD; I have it planned out to the end, it's too far gone to fal apart now. -laugh- Though there is one chapter I dread writing... -sigh- Tezu-must was a total ass omg DX he almost dragged this story on forever. Thank god Fuji-muse is so forgiving and kind and wonderful(ly sexy) XD so as to save the day. Fuji...tries his hardest, but he just doesn't think much of himself. -sniffle- Thank you so much for your wonderful review!

Vai: XD; solid ending eh... well, I'm working on it..-sweatdrop- There's a solid ending planned, whether or not it gets on to paper... time will tell? -nervous laughter- Well, this story has passed its two year anniversary... but hopefully it'll finish before the third one comes around. I'll do my best! In the mean time, please keep reading the new releases and enjoy~ ^^

MasterAkira: Wai, your review is so encouraging. XD Whoa, epic? I hope so... my muses are certainly epic in the way they just can't get over all the drama. XD; Heh, well the plot of this story is sex, so it works well for lemon lovers nee? I totally want these PoT yaoi photobucket links -eyes shimmer-

ella_bella: -blush- I'm glad you liked it; Tezu-muse really put me in a bind with that demanding line of his. x.x Fuji-muse saved me... -sob- Kukuku, well I'm not sure if the ending will be what you're expecting, but it will be quite lemony. -wink-

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Part 24

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It was incredible, yet somehow his heart pounded faster than the cock striking in and out of him again and again.

His head struck back against the mattress, bangs sticking to his sweat slicked skin, his body writhing and crying out little pained moans. His heart twisted within his chest, terrified and exuberant at the same time. Legs flaying to hug around his lover's waist, he willed the fear to go away, losing himself in moments of pleasure even as the dark panic slammed through his gut. It was only his lover's intense movement that kept him in place, his cock straining for release, precum leaking onto his stomach as he neared his peak.

Finally with a shout he let go, splashing onto his lover's well packed abdomen, wanting only to enjoy the moment, enjoy the victory of his plan's success. Finally, finally they were all together, both romantically and sexually, as the cum splattered room could contest. The very air smelled of sex.

Panting and trembling in the waves of his denouement, he flattened his head onto the side. He could see all of them so clearly in the full wall mirror - Tezuka thrusting smoothly into Atobe, who sat doggy style with Fuji pinned beneath him. The tensai was turned though, 180 degrees head to foot, so that he got a mouthful of the diva's cock, while the egotist in turn took Fuji's into his own mouth. Smirking, Yukimura admired his silver haired rival's skill; it looked rather tricky, getting fucked, getting a blow job, and giving a blow job all at the same time. The lithe brunette trapped on the floor seemed to be struggling enough just giving head while getting it. Though Fuji's surprising ineptness at sucking cock only made the whole show better, since the tensai focused so hard on pleasuring his partner he failed to properly relax his throat, and ended up whimpering and tearing. Were the bluenette not caught up in his own devilish copulation, he'd be ready to pounce the luscious, vulnerable tensai.

Turning his vision back to his current partner, a tender smile graced his lips as midnight blue eyes met black coal ones. Sanada had the most adorable, postcoital blush across his cheeks, which helped the bluenette ignore the flutterings of panic caused by the arms on either side of him, making him feel trapped. All he wanted was to enjoy this, to sink into the pleasure and tender love he'd never forgotten and always desired to feel again. Finally, finally, Sanada was back where he belonged, deep inside of him...

Heavy lids cracked open, blinking away the sunlight that dabbed through the violet curtains. Yukimura shifted only slightly, wincing as a sore pain panned through his lower back, a fearful shudder running through him before he calmed himself with thoughts of the previous night. The sex was good, he reminded himself, he wanted this.

Slowly he pulled himself off the bed, careful not to disturb the others passed out around him as he drifted towards the window ledge. Glancing over the room, he couldn't help but smile softly at Tezuka, who loosely snuggled with a half dressed Fuji; Atobe, who managed to look haughty even in his sleep, taking over most of the king sized bed; and his beloved Sanada, who'd amusedly ended up sprawled on a blanket on the floor. The lighthanded bluenette carefully snuck a pillow underneath the tall youth's head, and pulled up the blanket before continuing on his way toward the window.

Soft rays floated across the Atobe manner's gardens, morning glories and yellow roses basking in the dawning sun. Other than the occasional gaudy statue, the articulately designed landscaping was magnificent to behold, with its careful arrangement of walkways, encircling British style flower gardens, and smooth transitions between the grassy expenses and elegant wooded areas. Sighing longingly, Yukimura made a note to himself that his own rose garden was overdue for trimming. He'd neglected it in the wake of the sexual chaos he was trying to orchestrate.

Surprisingly, everything was going... smoothly, more so than he had ever truly hoped, from the moment Tezuka crossed through the doorway. The stoic brunette had ended his questions there, accepting Fuji's statement like the words of an oracle. But they'd all understood it was deeper than that. Fuji had basically said that they were meant for each other. That even if their relationship was in no way traditional, and ran through every taboo shy of incest, it was all okay because they worked as a pairing. That they were right for each other. That this was right, even if it had no real reason to be. That a reason wasn't even really needed.

And somehow, hearing it from Fuji, who spoke so softly, so assuredly, as if he himself were a reincarnated deity, made it sound alright.

Tezuka's sudden consent had been surprising to say the least, and in a way awkward, since Yukimura had prepared himself for a long evening of persuasion. It left him feeling cheated, like he'd won by default because his opponent forfeited, rather than through his strength and skill. It annoyed him, but at least it meant they could go straight to the good part.

And the good part was very, very good.

There were rules, though. Tezuka made it clear that if any one of them did something to compromise the relationship - and he looked rather pointedly at Atobe - then that would be it. It would be over in that instant. If at any moment there was a sign that this was not meant to be, then they would disband. It would not merely be the stoic captain leaving. They would break apart, as though the earth itself were shattering. What was not meant to be would stop being.

Yukimura could live with that. In fact, it was what he wanted as well. This brainchild he'd conjured up would be fragile enough once grade school ended, and they all headed off on their ambitious ways. Like his parents, who'd been high school sweethearts, it'd be fine threads that kept them together, only the bluenette hoped they would be stronger and less suffocating than the strings that bound his parents. Fuji was the key to the web, but Yukimura was the one who needed this. He had to make it work.

A slight creek drew his attention to towards the bed. The smaller of the brunettes was awake and wiggling his way out of his captain's arms. Cerulean eyes glanced up and met midnight blue ones, and they exchanged small smiles, though Yukimura's was only polite while Fuji's was warming. A moment later, the honey haired brunette sat invitingly on the edge of the bed, and Yukimura found himself settling next to him, abandoning his place at the window. The sun had already completed its ascent, anyway.

They leaned against each other, shoulders pressed and fingers intertwined. They had spent many moments together over the past several weeks, but often they were moments of polite chatting, or vicious domination followed by complacent submission. It was twisted, in a way, that they rarely sat together in peaceful quiet, even though they often shared such air of serenity with many others in their lives.

"You're always looking out the window," whispered the tensai, tilting his head to watch the other.

Quietly Yukimura chucked, "Bad habit, I guess," but a flash of pain crossed his eyes. A memory of cold hospital walls and a flowerless hospital garden crossed with it.

Fuji cocked his head to the side, but didn't ask. Instead he turned and rested his head against the bluenette's. His thumb stroked the other's, both comforting and suggestive.

"I also stare out the window, in class... when I feel like I shouldn't be there." Oftentimes it was boring for him. Fuji had completed the available high school material long ago. "...when I feel trapped."

It was a smooth way to ask the forbidden question, but Yukimura had no intention of answering. Instead the captain traced his fingers along the brunette's thigh, slipping his hand beneath the bottom edge of the loose white shirt that Tezuka must have been wearing earlier. Fuji's briefs had been destroyed early in the night, helping Yukimura's grip to easily find what it sought.

Letting the subject slide, Fuji turned to face Yukimura, making his body more accessible. Their lips connected, followed by tongues, and Yukimura's fingers were stroking, gripping, and scratching in proportion to his mood. Both their manhoods were finding life as Fuji rushed to undo the drawstring on the bluenette's pants, sliding off the piece of clothing as Yukimura moved over him. The lithe brunette shifted to lay on his back, legs splitting open to wrap around the captain's body which slid between them. They kept their mouths together as much as possible, sucking at each others tongue as if they couldn't get enough. They were writhing, grinding, needing, no longer caring if they woke up the others.

Sinking two of his fingers inside of the body trapped below him, Yukimura was pleased to find cum and lube still left from the night before. They'd been exhausted after the heavy rounds of sex, cleaning only the minimum off Fuji who'd passed out after cuming for the third time. The bluenette felt little resistance as he slipped in his cock, losing himself in the pleasureful warm hole that clenched around him.

Biting his hand to keep himself from yelping, Fuji struggled to adjust to the invasion. At least he was still loose from last night, and since Atobe took him first and thus prepared him properly, nothing had torn. Even so, pain shot through his back as the bluenette started plunging in and out. It had been so long since Yukimura was last inside of him, and he'd forgotten how large Rikkaidai's captain was downstairs. Fuji whimpered for the pace to slow but was offered no such mercy as the cock struck again and again.

Shuddering with pleasure, Yukimura grinned as his hips pumped, enjoying the twisted look on the brunette's face, full of pain yet hard with lust, slowly morphing as the special spot was touched, then rubbed over and over again. Yukimura wished he had a collar and a pair of nipple clamps to play with, but he'd have to save that for next time. For now, he enjoyed thrusting and the growing moans that came from both of them.

A pair of hazel eyes looking sleepily at them, their owner trying to focus without his spectacles, while beside him a lustful diva perked up to watch the show. On the ground, Sanada pulled himself up, murmuring something about the time while his cock took in what was going on.

Pinning Fuji tightly by the wrists, Yukimura slammed in as hard as he could, impatient to bring this to an end. Back arched and sweating heavily, Fuji let out a moan before he started trembling, harder and harder, then bucking, bucking and cuming and crying out, despite his cock having barely been touched. The membranes twisting and sucking at his cock were enough to bring Yukimura over, his cum exploding into the already dripping ass, his cock still pumping even while he released, no longer able to contain his momentum.

Collapsing on top of the brunette, Yukimura panted into soft, brown locks, hearing the harsh breathing of the one he smothered loudly in his ear. They stayed that way for a few breathless moments, then rolled onto their sides into a more comfortable position for the tensai.

It'd been a sudden impulse, and the captain was relieved that Fuji hadn't resisted to being taken so suddenly, so early in the morning. The brunette cuddled and kissed him, affectionately brushing back locks of wavey blue hair, enjoying the attention of all pairs of eyes on them. Though rushed, this time had been sweet, as sweet as their first time together, and they'd kissed the entire time. Such affection was something Fuji missed during his relationship with the bluenette, so close to making love rather than the rough, painful game of bsdm they called sex that they never seemed to get enough of.

Enamored with cerulean orbs that sparkled with post coital affection, Yukimura relaxed against the hands that massaged his arms, a warm feeling of sated calm flooding his chest. It was a soft, nice moment for both of them, as the tensai stroked his cheek and neck, then softly asked,

"Nee, Seiichi... who was it who hurt you?"

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A/N: I'm so excited! I've been waiting FOREVER to write Yuki's backstory. I mean, the whole story really centers around it (and Tezuka and Fuji's backstories)... and here we are all the way into part 24, and barely getting a glimpse. XD; Okay, I'm probably more excited then all of you, but, er, ... ehem. -shady eyes-

I know this was a terribly short chapter. Hopefully the chapters following this will be longer, since there's only one more moment that has to be a cliffhanger? -sweatdrop- I guess I shouldn't make any promises.