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.



Warning: Cliche, 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...



Review replies:



lolistar: Thank you for all the encouragement! I don't know if I would have been able to focus on this story if it weren't for you. It's still in my head and I think about it a lot, but haven't been able to get it down in print. Thank you sooo much! This chapter is dedicated to you.



danu: Thank you so much!! That's a very encouraging compliment, I always have to end things in a very certain way or I just don't feel satisfied.



Kyrstal: I hope this helps your muses!! (for my own benefit, fuufuufuu) Omg, Yuki would totally do something that evil... hmm.... -muses- but I'm not giving anything way.



I have planned for Atobe to take part, though I'm not sure exactly when he'll appear. But Atobe is smexy, so... XD Atobe-muse insisted.



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Homework seemed to be their number one excuse to get together. They may have not had the same classes, being at different schools, but many of the concepts overlapped. Really, though, they struggled to find other things to do, sometimes .... Sanada wasn't exactly a fan of fishing or hiking, and they didn't want to only play tennis.



Neither claimed to like movies or cafes, yet both had been on dates with their previous boyfriends to such places. Tezuka wasn't sure why, but he didn't feel comfortable going on traditional dates with Sanada. Whenever he saw other couples, the two serious men seemed... out of place.



He remembered that coincidental meeting, waiting in the lobby after watching a professional tennis match for the rain to stop. He wasn't surprised that a high level player such as Sanada had also come to see the match, and greeted the other with a firm nod.



They stood side by side for awhile, and he had the feeling he was being watched. When he turned to meet Sanada's gaze, the other asked if he'd seen the new fountain at the central park. Somehow, Tezuka knew he was being asked out on a date.



In truth, he didn't know what compelled him to accept Sanada's invitation. It was more like he couldn't say no, than that he wanted to say yes.



He went, they met, and then they agreed to meet again. The pattern continued, until rumors spread that they were dating; and then officially they were. The kisses started after that. Tezuka relished the feeling of warm lips on his own, the touch of a lover that he hadn't felt in a long while.



That he had rejected since his last break up.



He just had this feeling, that this was right, that this was what he should be doing. He wasn't afraid that he would make the same mistakes with Sanada as he had with Fuji. Tezuka had confidence in both of them, that they could make this work.



What bothered him was the reasoning. He'd been raised by his parents to admire union through love, commitment through trust. But those feelings he simply shoved aside, as he always had.



Really, he liked Sanada, a lot, every time they were together he grew to like Sanada more and more. He liked him about as much as he'd liked Fuji when they'd started dating. . .



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"I'll see you at 4." A brief wave of parting accompanied Yukimura's friendly smile. Fuji hesitated at the door.



"Are you sure your friend will have left by then?" The tensai asked in concern. Their relationship may have been known, but the details...



"Don't worry about it," the bluenette purred. "Just don't be late."



Fuji bowed his head in acceptance of the lightly spoken command, knowing there would be heavy punishment were it not followed.



His walk through the garden to the exit was lingering and uncertain, but once he passed the gate, Fuji strode quickly towards his destination with confidence and control. Occasionally he took a cab, but today he opted for the train.



At this hour, the speedy transport was nearly empty, but he stood anyways, trying to accommodate the painful ache in his lower back. He was aware of the wide red bruises on his arms and upper body, but they didn't hurt or sting so long as they weren't pressed.



He stepped into his house without bothering to quietly shut the door. No one was home to notice him coming back during the late hours of the night.



Fuji collapsed on his bed, stomach down since that was the most comfortable right now. He had a strange flash, a memory of Tezuka holding him gently from behind, here on top of these same dark green sheets. They were tired from doing something, what he didn't remember, maybe sex, maybe tennis, everything from those times blurred together. Tezuka's rough fingers drifted along Fuji's cheek, then stroked his hair, so softly, almost as if the tensai would shatter if he pressed too hard.



And then the feeling changed, and Yukimura stroked his cheek in the same way, softly and gently, but when Rikkaidai's captain reached his bangs he yanked hard on the light brown strands. Fuji flinched but the real pain came from below, where Yukimura pushed something crooked inside of him, and then he was back with Tezuka, who entered him unusually hard, and then he was slammed against the wall. . .



He woke up with a gasp. He realized he'd fallen asleep in his clothes. Darkness still claimed the sky but the clock told him it was 6 am and he had a hard-on.



He had time before morning practice. His hands slid down and undid his pants, one slipping inside to free his aching length. The other reached for the lube he kept by the bed, though he realized he hadn't needed it for awhile. He didn't masturbate much anymore.



His fingers drifted around his tip, as one of his more skillful lovers had done, teasing the edge. Squeezing out some lubricant added to his comfort, especially since he was still sore from earlier. Yukimura had allowed him to come once, at the end, and though that had been heavy he knew he still had more. Discarding the tube, he pinched and rubbed his nipples, amused by the hard little nubs. He started to daydream, vague sexual impressions at first, then vivid recollections.



He imagined Tezuka lifting his legs and taking him, while Yukimura whipped his back, and his hand stroked harder and faster. The time lines had been different, but his mind somehow fit them naturally together. He moved his hand from his chest to his buttcheeks, caressing and enjoying the soft muscles, then slipping into the crack. He fingered his hole, testing the lubricant, then slowly pressed a digit inside.



It never felt the same as when someone else touched him. Knowing what was coming made it boring, since his body knew what to expect. He teased the area inside himself, but the pleasure wasn't that great, and his lips stayed taught and voiceless. Still, he pictured Tezuka taking him in the school showers, the thrill of that forbidden encounter, though for some reason Yukimura was there too. The bluenette wanted to be included, and so he took his current boyfriend's length deep into his mouth, while somehow Tezuka continued to pump into him, and all the images jumbled together insensibly in his brain and then the pressure increased till finally, white flashed before his eyes and he came.



He called out a name, and knew it was the wrong one.



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Fuji wouldn't meet his eyes all throughout practice.



Tezuka sighed, and ordered the freshman to start sweeping the courts. Other than the fact he was ignoring him, the tensai seemed rather invigorated today, like he was after a good round of sex... Tezuka mentally shook himself, reminding himself it was no longer any of his business.



Though, maybe it didn't matter, since he was about to break that rule anyway. Maybe Fuji was avoiding him because somehow, he knew, even if it was only instinctive. He didn't think Yukimura would tell, but the brunette was called tensai for a reason. He had a scary way of knowing things it shouldn't have been possible for him to know.



Fuji aside, Tezuka felt additionally guilty about having told Sanada he couldn't arrange a date for today, and that they'd have to meet on Sunday instead. He knew Rikkaidai did most of its focus drills on Sunday mornings and that Sanada would be too tired to do much. Maybe they'd just spend a day on the couch, watching dvds.



They always felt comfortable, sitting side-by-side on the couch, silent but with mutual understanding that neither like to talk much. Sanada could talk, and sometimes he would, which was how Tezuka learned what he had about Rikkaidai. Not that Seigaku's captain never spoke of his own team and methods. Occasionally, they compared notes, but Rikkaidai had a higher budget and a very different system, so it wasn't all that useful. And Rikkaidai's true emperor was Yukimura... Tezuka's eyebrow twitched just at the thought.



He headed back into the school building to speak to Ryuuzaki about the upcoming tournament. He wondered if they would play Rikkaidai. He wondered if he would play against Yukimura, or against Sanada. It didn't matter who he played, though: he would play with all his strength.



The meeting went quickly, then he headed back down to find most of the team packed and gone. Oishi was waiting for him, and they walked home, the mother hen of Seigaku talking about this or that as they went. Tezuka let the words fade in and out. Just before the other left, Oishi patted him on the shoulder, and said something like, 'hope everything goes well.'



Seigaku's vice captain had always been a good friend, but at the moment, all Tezuka could note was that his black eyes were very different from Sanada's. The shape was different; the pupils were a less glossy and more like a black sheet than the night sky. He could imagine him with his boyfriend, facing each other on the couch, looking seriously at each other for mutual approval before leaning in for a kiss.



Sanada always looked at him with pure, dark eyes full of trust, as if he revered Tezuka for his responsibilities in tennis and school. Tezuka knew his boyfriend couldn't read him, not the way Fuji had... but that was for the better. The bespectacled captain always felt uncomfortable being read like an open book, especially when he easily blocked out everyone else. Fuji had easily side-stepped past all of his walls, and it was the most wonderful and terrible feeling, to be known that well...



Tezuka didn't want to make the same mistakes. He knew that with Sanada he wouldn't.



That was what mattered.



The rest of the afternoon passed like a blur. Tezuka was never one to be late. He had always arrived before Fuji, who he swore enjoyed making him wait. Sanada usually met him on time, though occasionally was held up by team affairs, as he called them. The stoic brunette always responded with an understanding nod, not wanting to give away the twinge of jealousy he felt knowing what control his boyfriend's ex still had.



And now said ex was after Fuji. The image of red stripes and angry bruising still lingered in Tezuka's mind. Maybe he felt guilty, or maybe responsible, after Sanada suggested the bluenette purposely chose Tezuka's former lover. Or maybe the feelings he thought he'd buried, quelched like a flame, were starting to reemerge... but whatever the reason, Tezuka was now standing outside of Yukimura's house. 5 o'clock, prompt, as always.



He rang the doorbell.



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Note: That wasn't so bad. -sweatdrop- I meant for the story to progress much faster... I don't know what happened. Fuji-muse has raging hormones. Or maybe Fuji's just a sex addict. Same difference.



I need reviews!! I hope my summary doesn't scare people away. -sweatdrop- Reviews are muses!!