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: Potshots. Maybe someone is desparate. Total UST.



Review replies:



Mick: Yay, I'm happy you liked the Atobe XD he is indeed the supreme narcissist, but he's not a bad guy, nee? At least, I don't think so. Poor, lonely, smexy Atobe. XD



Crimson: Don't worry!! I believe deeply in my heart in TezuFuji OTP -hearts- Tezuka still has his role! And his reasons. And his feelings... fuufuufuu.



Kyrstal: Your review had my rolling on the floor laughing. XDDD ... I need to work on learning clothes descriptions. .... -sweatdrop- Yeah, when you said the whole closet thing I was like gah!! she's already thinking ahead XDDD (Great minds think alike, nee? ... okay, we're just fellow Fuji torturers). Fuufuufuu, but yeah, no YukiTezu (yet). XD I'm happy the OT1 went well! That was so weird to conceptualize, but not too hard once I actually started writing it... it was like, take a big ego, make it bigger, and use hand. XDDD Hm... I always wonder how much Yuki knows... Fuufuufuu, yes, use Sweat Dreams as an inspiration XD it will definitely be encouraging!



lolistar: NYAAAAA I am waiting for this 20 page lemon -eyes sparkle- onegai, please update soon! Noooo don't puddle lolistar's brain, go back to being a happy uke-filled brain of ultimate writing! D: I hope it gave you some inspiration XD Your review makes my muses go bounce -sparkles-



danu: XD Fuufuu, you'll find out soon! ... err.... maybe. -sweatdrops- ... I'm not sure, since who really knows what that enigmatic tensai is thinking, but I suspect that Fuji is happy because Yuki understood him. :D And because Yuki told off Tezuka, who hurt him when he broke up with him. That's just a theory, though. XD



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Yukimura liked to take things in steps.



That didn't mean he was particularly devious or planning. He just had his own way of dealing with things. He was not cold and calculating like Renji, nor did he move entirely on instinct that way he noticed Fuji did. His was a cross between the two, and often dealt with things as they came. Lately, though, he felt rather inspired.



Maybe it had something to do with the pale, squirming body pressed face down on his bed. Tracing his fingers down Fuji's back, he admired the curve of the brunette's spine, the well toned muscles of his shoulders, the subtle dip above his hips that often caused the tensai to be mistaken for a woman from behind. When he reached the crack, he spread back one of the cheeks so he could get a better view. The tensai reddened at being examined so intensely, but tried to hold very still. Ironically, this resulted in a series of nervous tremors running beneath his creamy skin, always fearful when Yukimura had unclear intentions.



He jammed his index into the puckering hole, enjoying the pained squeak and the tight squeeze of muscle around his finger. He went as far as he could, twisting a bit in a curious manner, but not bothering to search for that roughened spot - he had no specific intention to give pleasure. In his game, pleasure came only through pain.



The bounds keeping the tensai down hung slightly loose, purposely giving some leeway. He wanted Fuji to move, to thrash and struggle, perhaps even moan and beg. Though whether he begged for more or for mercy, Yukimura would be satisfied. Still, they had not yet reached that point.



Removing his finger, he turned his attention to the water heater, which was nicely simmering, and filled two of his small tea cups. To one, he added some crushed rose petals, giving them time to permeate the water with their scent. The other he took in hand, raising it high above the tensai's back.



Fuji screamed as the hot liquid steamed onto his skin, filling the crevices of his spine and rolling down onto the sheets. No matter, it was just water. It wasn't hot enough to burn, but his skin still flushed a beautiful red, matching the rose petals.



The lithe captain followed with his own form of mercy, dropping pieces of ice on the reddened spots. Now Fuji's scream was silent as his whole body convulsed in its attempt to adjust. His legs curled and squirmed, bringing a smile to Yukimura's face as he saw how hard his captive was.



His own length started to ache with need, which he easily freed by untying the string on his sweatpants. He pulled the offending clothing off his legs, then straddled the tensai, lowering his midsection until his tip pressed against Fuji's hole. A moan of anticipation came like a song into his ears, drawing him down a little more.



"Well?" He breathed, rubbing his tip along the crack, but not penetrating. The one below him responded with little more than a whimper.



Sighing, Yukimura pulled himself up and rolled Fuji on his side, then lay down on the bed so that they were face to face. Two panting, effeminate youths but with very different positions at the moment. He drew back soft brown bangs, framing the flushed face the looked back at him with unfocused cerulean orbs.



Upon seeing those sweet, pinkish lips, Yukimura suddenly felt tired of playing. He didn't mind losing their game today.



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Fuji came with a load moan, only moments after Yukimura. He couldn't quite grasp the whims of the bluenette. One moment he was being tortured, and the next, they were simply rubbing together like school boys learning how to masturbate. Though coming while being hugged by Yukimura of all people was really satisfying.



Sometimes the captain was in this mood, where he just wanted to cuddle. This was Fuji's favorite part of any relationship, and the only real act all his lovers had in common. For now, the sadist was content stroking aside his hair, always fascinated with curves and shapes and textures. Fuji could understand part of it from a photographer's point of view, but other times he wondered. Yukimura was an enigma in many ways.



"Nee, Fuji," the bluenette cooed. "Why did you stay with Atobe for so long?"



"Hm? Saa..." Lethargically sinking into his boyfriend's touch, Fuji let his tired brain process the question. He wondered if this sudden interest in his past love life was triggered by Tezuka's visit.



"I heard he cheats." Yukimura tugged a bit on his hair, as if tugging out answers.



"Maa... Keigo saw sex at school as something like an appetizer," Fuji sighed, too sleepy to notice his slip. "I was... hurt, yes, but he was honest about it. And the make-up sex," his cheeks glowed slighty red as he remembered. "It was hard to say no to him, even when I was angry. Atobe doesn't understand 'no'." He wasn't sure why, but he felt comfortable talking to Yukimura about his past affairs. He wasn't afraid of the other being jealous or hurt; if Yukimura didn't like something he heard, he would happily dole out punishment. It was a little strange, though, telling the one who was supposed to be his boyfriend.



"Was that all?" Yukimura sounded disappointed, and the dangerous stroking around Fuji's throat was proof.



"Well... I guess it was really..." Leaning closer, the brunette whispered into his lover's ear.



A smirk stretched across Yukimura's lips. The answer intrigued him.



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Sanada felt groggy that morning, though he'd gotten plenty of sleep. Maybe that was the problem... Tezuka had been quiet yesterday, more so than usual, and right when the vice captain had finally decided to take their relationship a step further. He'd bought everything they needed the day before, and strategically placed tubes of lube in his drawers and under his pillow. But Tezuka didn't even seem up to kissing him.



Most of his frustration he released in the dojo, training before sunrise by cutting through straw bundles. Then he jogged to school, not surprised to find Yanagi still managed to be the first one there. Since the break-up, the close-eyed brunette had kept his eye on both team leaders, probably trying to play peacemaker, or maybe use the cold feud to his advantage.



Annoyed, Sanada slammed shut his locker and began making arrangements for the day's training menu. Yukimura's arrival ten minutes later didn't help his mood any. The bluenette spent the entire practice smirking daintily at him, as the captain knew something he didn't. Mostly though, things ran as usual, with Sanada barking out orders, and Yukimura making quiet, subtle corrections here and there.



Sure enough, the lithe youth waited until after school to make his move. Sanada had just sent Yanagi off to turn in some paperwork, when he heard a soft humming drift through the locker room. Turning towards the noise, he found his captain in the midst of changing into his street clothes. Sucking in sharply, he took in the lightly toned chest, bearing small pearls of moisture left from the shower, the pale nipples and small crease that dipped towards the navel, the bare skin he still remembered rippling beneath his hands.



His line of vision rose to meet fuchsia eyes, which grew slightly as Yukimura realized he was being watched. A coy smile spread on the bluenette's face, as he ran his fingers along the waist band of his boxers almost suggestively.



Tearing his eyes away, Sanada grunted, "You seem happy." He bit the inside of his lip, willing the heat to stop growing in his cheeks. All he had to do was remember everything else about his ex, and the anger burned his small desires away.



"I have a rather exciting event planned for tonight," Yukimura purred. He pulled on a pair of smooth black pants, practically making a show of it as he did. "What's wrong? Tezuka too busy to play with you?"



"Seichi," Sanada growled in warning.



"Or just not playing enough-"



"Mind your own business," he barked, his hand tightening into a fist. He wasn't in the mood for games.



"Hmph," Yukimura rolled his eyes. "You should tell that to your boyfriend."



Eyes narrowing, Sanada icily inquired, "What do you mean."



"Tell him he's no longer welcome at my house." The lithe captain slipped on a dress shirt, buttoning it half way up and adjusting it before finally noticing his adjunct's silence.



"He didn't tell you." Yukimura's smirk of triumph lanced through Sanada's chest, which tightened along with his fist. Unnoticing, the bluenette laughed, "Maybe you should keep a leash on him. I can tell you from experience, it works quite well-"



"Just what are you up to?!"



The harsh echo of Yukimura's lean body slamming into the metal lockers reverberated in the cool air. The captain's wince of pain doused Sanada's anger with guilt, and he turned away from his comrade, releasing his arms.



It was so easy to forget how... frail the blunette was, because of his attitude. Yukimura always acted strong, but physically, he had never quite recovered from his surgery. He had power, yes, but that was because he used every bit of muscle he had, completely and without hesitation. Relatively, though, Sanada was much stronger... especially when he was angry.



For a moment, neither spoke, but Yukimura's shocked, trembling breaths sounded loud against the silence.



"I -"



"Don't treat me like that," Yukimura cut him off. "I'm not- I don't- ... just... I hate this."



"Sorry," Sanada grumbled, though he wasn't sure what for. A part of him was still angry, wanting an explaination, but the guilt, and the ghost of his desire to protect the one he'd watched over in the past held him back.



Yukimura pushed away from him, turning his back to the black eyed youth as he collected his things.



"If you'll excuse me," he spoke as he walked towards the door, his voice trembling at first but quickly growing firm. "I have an after dinner date."



He didn't say with who, but Sanada took no notice. The vice captain was already busy dialing on his cell phone.



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Note: Errr.. hmm. Sorry that chapter was so short. That didn't go the way I wanted it to. SanaYuki-muse is chewing on my brain. (Cause I just watched DL4 -sweatdrop-) And Atobe was supposed to appear in this chapter ("Ore-sama's prowess is too great for this messy plotline" - note passed through his lawyer DX ...)... err... next chapter, promise! After I get enough inspiration (updates of favorite fics? reviews? -puppy dog eyes-) I'll update the next chapter, which will feature his greatness and much tri-uke glory. XD