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 probably lead to fivesome with Atobe. Inspired by kitti-chan and lolistar. Special thanks to maro and visiblehowl for their info on bond.

Warning: Cliché, cheesy lines, out-of-control muses, and zero inhibitions. And I think the characters went more OOC rather than less. -sigh- I seriously am trying to correct all that, but yes, my muses rampaged...

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Part 3

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Fuji noticed that after every session with Yukimura, he grew more and more tired. The tools were increasing, or rather, the creative use of what the captain called his toy box was growing. Each time they met, Yukimura used something new, or used something old in a new way.

At least Fuji no longer had to cover his arms. Warm, moist ropes now bound his body, looser than before but position so as to hold him more securly. The marks they left were faint or faded quickly, usually by the time he awoke the next day.

He'd fainted after coming, since Yukimura had left the cock ring on for over an hour while playing with different shaped dildos. When he awoke, he found a rope in his hand; a simple tug and the binding came undone.

He felt comfortable, and did a swift check of his body for wounds, though Yukimura always treated anywhere that bled immediately after. He was always sore.

At first, he thought Yukimura was trying to wade him into it, as his body became more adjusted and more needy of the explicit type of pleasure the lithe captain provided. But he was starting to suspect otherwise...

He snuck over to the desk and flipped through the papers in the upper drawer. He seen Yukimura looking through them earlier, when he arrived. Printouts from websites, or photocopies from books, were paper clipped in bundles - information, techniques, tricks that all focused around bondage and sadomasichism. Some were crossed off; all ones he knew had been used recently, and some were circled, some that made him shudder...

When he thought about it, Fuji only knew of one boyfriend Rikkadai's captain had in the past, and he didn't take Sanada as the type to let himself be tied and whipped on the bed. It made sense, really, when he thought about how the fuchsia eyed youth liked to play and test things.

Yukimura was using him to experiment on.

"You shouldn't look through other people's things."

A dangerous smile shown on Yukimura's face, from where he stood in the doorway. Fuji didn't answer, fear constricting his throat as he shuffled back against the desk.

The elegant captain swept into the room, a predator's gleam flashing through his eyes. In an instant, Fuji found himself pressed hard against the wall, long fingers pressuring his neck as he squirmed instinctively. With his free hand, Yukimura grabbed his ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

Fuji had still not recovered from their playtime earlier, but his cock betrayed him and grew stiff. Whimpers of pleasure fell from his lips as Yukimura slipped his hand between his butt cheeks and traced his finger over Fuji's hole, tickling the rim without invading.

"Tell me," he hummed, reminiscent of a teacher quizzing his students, "what's bothering you."

Knowing he must answer or suffer another painfully bound erection, Fuji forced out the question stabbing at his heart. "Am I just your doll?"

Yukimura looked surprised, then he started to laugh, lightly at first then harder. "I wasn't aware you cared," he managed between chuckles.

His laughter diminished when he saw the hurt look of Fuji's face, and he cupped one of the round cheeks that puffed moodily. Strong fingers curled around the tensai's chin, then a sudden push against Fuji's chest shoved him against the wall.

Warm lips pressed against his, and Fuji opened his mouth to allow a probing tongue access. They shared a long, sweet kiss, until Fuji winced as teeth broke into the skin, his lip bleeding as Yukimura pulled away.

"Yes.... " He stroked the brunette's hair soothingly. "You are ... my doll, my toy, my pet," he purred, tracing the lines in Fuji's ear then pulling on it.

He wrapped his hand around Fuji's neck, squeezing gently and enjoying the fearful moan the tensai gave. While increasing the pressure on and off, his other hand reached down to play with the hard length peaking from the brunette's crotch.

"I own you." He continued, smiling as he elicited lustful moans with a twist of his fingers. "I'm actually very happy that I found you, one who wants to be owned-"

"I don't want-" Fuji meekly choked, but Yukimura silenced him by pushing his thumb onto the brunette's tongue.

"You don't know what you want. But your body does," he emphasized, his fingers stroking skillfully around Fuji's tip. Fuji's eyes rolled back as he instinctively humped Yukimura's hand, desperately trying to increase the friction against his erection.

Smiling into a searing kiss, Yukimura pulled his hand back long enough to pull down his waist band, freeing his own hardness. For a moment, Fuji feared the captain would take him, right then and there without any preparation. But the tennis champion settled for digging his nails painfully into Fuji's shoulders, slamming the other against the wall as they ground together.

Tracing down from the shoulder to a pert nipple, Yukimura gave the nub a twist, eliciting a moan from the trapped brunette. He continued to pinch and poke at the sensitive places he'd found before.

When Fuji tried to return the affection, however, Yukimura slapped his cheek. "Hands at your side," he ordered. The tensai lowered his arms obediently, his hands trembling as he forced them still.

Yukimura set the pace, pressing forward and interlocking their legs till they were as close as physically possible. Their moans mixed and echoed in the small bedroom, with the occasional cry from Fuji when Yukimra bit or pinched.

Warmth flushed all across his body, pearls of sweat sliding from his forehead, and then Fuji came with a moan, gasping as Yukimura pushed at his throat. He slid back against the wall, enervated, his heart rate slowing to a gentle thrum.

Distantly, he heard Yukimura whisper as he came, "Your win..."

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Tezuka stared at his cell phone all day, as if it might suddenly grow horns. He must have looked irritable, because students were avoiding him more than usual. The teachers nervously scribbled on the black boards, as worried he'd bark out corrections at any moment.

At practice, everyone was on their best behavior. His eyes stayed trained on Fuji, who won all his practice matches and ran laps with ease.

He still hadn't called Yukimura. He had various reasons he had stalled... paperwork he had to fill out, homework, an essay to write, his mother wanted help with the housework, Sanada was over... And of course, he didn't want to call early in the morning, when the other captain might be sleeping or busy training. Then by the end of the day, he had a new round of the same work to do, and the cycle continued.

But he finally admitted to himself this morning, he was being a coward. That was one of the five unforgivable things.

He would call that afternoon, when he was sure Rikkaidai's practice had ended.

Fuji left practice right when it ended, quickly as if he'd been waiting for his escape. Tezuka overlooked the rest of the team as they cleaned up and sauntered home. The freshman seemed so slow today, sweeping the courts, Tezuka almost ordered them laps but that would have been counterproductive. Finally he filed in last into the clubroom. After showering and changing, he pulled out his phone - to see one missed call.

'Sanada, 3:30 pm, Today'.

He felt far too guilty calling Yukimura of all people before his boyfriend

Pressing the return button, he waited for the phone to ring, but all he got was a busy signal. He then checked his voice messages, and found out that Rikkaidai's practice had been let out early, but Sanada had several errands to run for the team so he would be busy all afternoon.

There were no more excuses.

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Fuji moaned in frustration as the ministrations to his nape ceased at the buzzing of a cell phone. Yukimura shoved a cloth in his mouth and tied a gag around his head to keep it in place, before answering the call.

Desperate to satisfy his aching hardness, but unable to because of the ropes that attached each of his limbs to a different bed post, Fuji rubbed his hips into the mattress. Yukimura watched with glowing eyes, even as he listened to the caller speak on the other end.

"Ah, it's you," the captain said. "I thought you might be calling." From his light tone, he must have been talking to a friend of his.

Whimpering, Fuji hoped that whoever it was, they wouldn't take long.

"Sure, I'd love to. How about this Saturday? . . . . . . Yes, I'm free then." He looked over at Fuji, who practically humped the air in need. The delight in his voice didn't match the feral twist of his lips.

"My house is fine. . . . Oh, so you have the address? Perfect." His foot started rubbing Fuji's length as he talked, speeding up and pressing harder in response to the muffled wails coming from the tensai.

"That's a good time. . . " His toes curled around the base as his heal lay into the tensai's balls, increasing the pressure until Fuji's groin jerked in pain and moisture collected on his lower lashes. "I'll see you then. . ." A malevolent smile curled on Yukimura's lips as the brunette bit back tears. "Goodbye."

Clicking the cell phone shut, the captain removed his foot and kneeled between Fuji's legs. He slid his palms on the underside of nicely toned thighs, massaging the firm muscle before digging in his nails.

"An old friend," he cooed, as if Fuji had just asked. "Now where were we... well, I suppose it doesn't matter."

He slid from the bed, and Fuji could hear him rummaging through the toy box. They were playing the game again. This time, Fuji made the first move by showing up at Rikkaidai before their practice had ended. It was cheeky, and deserved punishment.

How long had it been since this started? It felt like years, but it couldn't have been more than a few weeks. Now, no matter where he was, his body ached, burned for everything he'd experience in the last few weeks. Every time they played, Yukimura made it harder for him to win, with more ropes, more binds, more toys... He found himself thinking seriously of strategies, during class, when he ate, especially while he was tied up.

He heard the whip crack, and something hum with electricity. His body shook with fearful anticipation, while his cock grew harder and started to leak. Closing his eyes, he took advantage of the slack Yukimura left in the ropes and shifted his body down as far as he could, while pulling up his knees. Soon the ropes were taught, constricting around his wrists and ankles and probably cutting off his circulation, but this was what he need to do.

His knees tucked almost against his chest, showing a clear view of the scratches on his thighs and then his ass. He split his legs to widen the crack until the hole showed, red and twitching.

A rich laugh tinged with lust erupted from the captain. "You really want to win today," he purred, setting down the whip in favor of a large, oddly shaped dildo.

Three game to two, in his favor. It was a good score, Fuji knew, though sometimes he won without even knowing why. Really, once he got into it, it was very much like playing a tennis match.

It was thrilling.

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Note: I know it's a lot shorter chapter, sorry about that. I just had to end it there. The relationship between Yukimura and Fuji isn't meant to be really clear, not yet, since it isn't clear to the two of them either. Or maybe it is...

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