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: Ranchy. Voyeurism. Diva. (And more ridiculous drama.)



This chapter is specially dedicated to Krystal_Epyon. May her muses fly into her head whenever she\'s trying to study and take over the keyboard, fuufuufuu. (P.S. Actually, the last chapter was supposed to have this dedication, but for ehem certain reasons, it had to be this one.)



Between Loli and Krystal, it\'s scary how much our minds work alike. I saw so many echoes of my plans (for Fuji smex) in their fiction. -hearts- Fuufuufuu.



Finally, some AtoYukiFuji. Poor Sana-dada still can\'t get any action. And Tezuka? He\'s ... unreadable, even to me. :O And I\'m supposed to be the god of the fic.... OTL



Review replies:



Krystal: Fuufuufuu (well it\'s not that exciting, actually, but I\'m glad it seemed that way. Love teasing. XD) Yeah, my Sanada-muse was like...giving these evil laughter vibes.. it was kind of scary. And that scene was totally unplanned, it just popped out. XD Hm... I\'m not sure Yuki plans to leave Fuji alone though (ever? Well, maybe later). But if he did... where would the plot go? XD Sanada and Tezuka are both in a pitiful state right now -sweatdrops- poor seme club. But we\'ll see... and as for Yuki\'s \'good side\' ... Yuki-mama says he\'s always good. ... D: *runs away in fear* YES INSPIRATION GO!



Danu: Ehehehe... it\'s not so mysterious, really... wow, I should plot tease like that more often. XD Yeah, Yuki pulled a moment of weakness -falls over- It was that SanaYuki DL4 muse going. Yuki really wasn\'t supposed to have moments like those in the fic... -sweatdrops- He was in shock since Sana-dada, who has always protected him, now suddenly hurts him, albeit in anger. (-has convenient explanation- XD)



Loli: KYAAAN Omg, your update was HAWT and VERY inspirational -dies from all the Fuji torture XDDD- Sei-chan and Kei-chan -hearts- They\'d look quite fashionable prancing down the street on a date, nee? Ever since link and luigi, I always get these model images of Yuki-mama. -sweatdrop- But yes, it really helped me get an image in my head for the bond scene. I need more, onegaishimasu!! -addict-



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"Honestly, I don\'t know why I\'m over here talking to you." Cool blue eyes stayed pinned to the wall, talking more to it than the stylish heir nearby. It was true, though: Fuji never thought he\'d find himself in the Atobe manor again, unless for some sort of mass social event.



"It\'s simply that you can\'t possible resist viewing an original Rousseau," the diva chimed, "just as you can\'t resist ore-sama\'s prowess."



"You never change," Fuji sighed. Finally turning away from the exquisite jewel of the art world, he gave his former lover a weary glance. It was true he\'d excitedly accepted the invitation to view the Atobe family\'s most recent spectacular purchase, but he knew the diva must have more in mind than just showing off. "Don\'t you have practice?"



"Ore-sama excused himself early." An imperious wave of his well-manicured hand dismissed the subject. "I see Seigaku is growing lax."



"Our members find strength in places without thousands of dollars in equipment," the brunette shrugged, his interest taken up by an oddly shaped vase that must have appeared during the last year and a half. He hadn\'t realized how much time had passed since their roller coaster relationship came to its end.



Though he hadn\'t visited, they still chatted often. Their conversations were always like this; sort of snappy, but not exactly hostile. They were more like old friends who\'d spent too much time together then ex-boyfriends. Then again, they\'d had that kind of relationship before and during the time they an item. Why this never changed was a mystery even to the tensai, but he felt comfortable with the diva, like Atobe was the sibling he didn\'t get along with. They were comrades in the battle against high expectations, and that mutual understanding fueled a kind of sympathy that replaced the need for deep, infatuated love.



"You seem to like it," Atobe\'s drawled, though he no longer seemed to be talking about the portrait. His long fingers drifted towards Fuji\'s nicely curved hip, slipping onto the space between his shirt and pant line to caress the warm skin beneath.



"I didn\'t come here for this," Fuji hissed unsurprised, letting the fingers linger a bit before pushing the hand away. "You know I\'m dating someone-"



"You always go for the captains," Atobe interrupted. He gently nudged Fuji\'s shoulder, so that they were face to face. "You haven\'t changed, either."



Twinging with anger, the brunette let out an exasperated sigh before giving in to the provocation. "You act like you know everything, king of rich fools."



"I do," the deep voice slurred, even as its owner grew within inches of the tensai\'s face. "Or rather, I know everything about you, Fuji, about your intentions, about your body-"



"Wait, Keigo-" His protests were muffled by the hot tongue pressed into his mouth, teasing and tormenting the nerves within his cheeks as Atobe pressed him into the wall. Familiar hands caressed his stomach, and it took him a moment to notice the fabric of his shirt being lifted, but the diva already had a firm grip on both his wrists when he tried to struggle. Fearful breaths puffed quickly from his chest as he felt his bare skin being examined, all the marks from nails and whips and toys exposed.



A red flush of shame burned his cheeks, even as he felt the diva pulled away. Strength momentarily drained from his arms and legs, leaving him limp against the wall. Only the calculating look from the elitist pressing his fingers against his forehead snapped him at out of it. He hated that motion Atobe made whenever he read someone.



"Say something," Fuji hissed, even as he fixed his clothes. The diva\'s uncharacteristic silence scared him more than the upcoming rebuke.



"I demand an explanation." Atobe\'s fingers stayed against his face, though a dangerous calm glinted across his silvery orbs.



Fuji didn\'t have to think long to answer. "I finally found what I need." He looked away as he spoke.



A snort of disgust let him know that Atobe was done analyzing. "This wasn\'t what I meant."



"That\'s what you said I should seek that last time we slept together."



Atobe looked like he wanted to hit him, and Fuji wished he would. Instead, the diva collected himself, and that disgustingly soft look crept into his eyes, the one that terrified Fuji for its kindness.



"Fuji, I meant what I said that time. That even if we\'re only friends, I still lo-"



"The only one you love is yourself!"



"And the only one you love is Tezuka."



Frozen, Fuji tried to melt back into the wall. This was why he hated meeting the diva face-to-face.



"Keigo..."



Two fingers lifted up his chin, silver meeting blue as they both tried to read each other.



"Are you happy now? You found someone to torture you on the outside, to match how you torture yourself on the inside."



Fuji\'s lips tightened into a straight, thin line, as fear and anger conflicted inside him.



"Do you really like it?" Atobe pressed further, though it seemed he already knew the answer. Fuji squirmed in response.



"Want to find out?"



Both teenagers froze at the sound of the calm, effeminate voice echoing from the doorway. Blue eyes widened at the sight of his dominant lover stepping towards them, a deceptively soft smile graced upon the captain\'s face. Fuji shot the diva a glare of incredulity as understanding rapidly dawned on him.



Atobe merely shrugged. "I couldn\'t resist."



"I have a proposal for you. Won\'t you hear me out?"



"Ahn...." Atobe\'s affirmative came more as a moan, as he finally found a satisfying pace to stroke his weeping length. If the other noticed, though, he didn\'t say anything - the conversation carried on with a friendly, almost business-like tone.



"I recently came into ownership of a very peculiar toy... perhaps you have heard? .... I believe you like to play with it too-"



"Get to the point." His hand moved in swirls around his tip. He was close now... and shouldn\'t he be bothered that Fuji\'d been referred to as an object? Had he not been seconds from white pleasureful flashes, he would have been weary. Oh well.



"I was thinking of sharing. It\'s more fun with friends-"



"You have got to be kidding me." He pressed the receiver into a pillow as he came, not that he made any extreme sort of noise. Just a satisfied moan, quiet as a purr.



A chuckle on the other line brought him back from his blank state of mind. "I\'ve already thought of a fun game for the three of us to play..."



Oh, that\'s right... the reason Fuji always had so much fun on dates with Atobe was because they were both cats - curious to a fault. Though Fuji was more of a normal house cat, well, kitten, while Atobe was... a pure bred feline with perfectly combed fur and aristocratic features.



Still, Fuji couldn\'t believe the two captains worked together to set him up. He recognized the genial expression on Yukimura\'s face as predatory, and Atobe seemed to sense it as well, though the diva seemed merely curious as to what it meant.



"Hm.... ah yes. I have to punish you for cheating on me." Yukimura hadn\'t look the least bit unhappy catching his boyfriend making out with his ex, though.



Fuji\'s breath hitched in anticipation. His chest rose and fell in rapid gulps as fear overtook his ability to breathe. That familiar thrill was rising inside of him, pulsing as he stepped back at a slower pace than the bluenette\'s advances. A shameful flush crossed his cheeks as he realized how exciting this strange new game was, and from the lustful gleam in Atobe\'s eyes, the diva was also looking forward to whatever would come.



Yukimura\'s smile promised pain.



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They arranged to meet late that evening, since Tezuka had student council duties to attend to. It was probably for the better; Sanada had some time to cool off. He was still angry though.



The dying sky streaked red as darkness drove away the sun. The speed of the train blurred the lights together, creating a strange echo in Sanada\'s thoughts as he unsuccessfully tried to sort things out in his head. Feeling betrayed and confused, he stormed towards the Tezuka residence, not bothering to knock as he swung open the door.



Glancing up from his place at the low table, Tezuka showed no surprise as he stood. Across from him, his grandfather calmly sipped his tea, barely sparing the intruder a glance, before breaking his kneeling position.



"Tezuka," Sanada growled, receiving a calm nod in response. The elder Tezuka stood and cleared his throat.



"Then, Kunimitsu," the venerable man said, "as we are out of cranberries, I shall go to obtain more. Shameful be the morning that we have none."



"Ah." Tezuka carefully removed the tea cups as his grandfather helped himself out, changing his shoes and exiting as if Sanada wasn\'t even there.



"We should speak upstairs." Seigaku\'s captain motioned towards his room. Sanada got the hint and went before to allow Tezuka time to clean up the ceremony he must have interrupted. He was too angry to feel guilty, though. That would come later. He had a lot to feel guilty over, today.



He stood by the window, arms cross and lips taught in a deep frown. Hearing the door close, he turned to see Tezuka, looking calm and regal in his traditional yukata, setting down a tray with small tea cups.



Sanada hadn\'t said what he wanted to talk about, only that they had to meet. But looking at the brunette\'s face, he knew it didn\'t matter.



"You know why I\'m here." His harsh, unforgiving voice seemed to flash along the sky as the sun completed its drop below the horizon.



"Ah."



"Tezuka-"



"I should have told you before he did."



"You should have told me before you went!"



"Ah."



Whether sadness or regret rolled in those glass-hidden eyes, Sanada couldn\'t tell. It only made him angrier.



"Why are you-!"



Sanada stopped midsentence as he felt a hard pressure strike his wrist. His black eyes widened as he realized that Tezuka had just blocked the hard slap he\'d been about to make.



Shocked by his second loss of control for the day, he backed away, hiding his face behind his hand. He didn\'t want to see those hazel, piercing orbs, shocked and accusing.



He was the worst: worse than Tezuka, worse than Yukimura. He flashed back to the end of his last relationship, wondering why things always went wrong. In his temper, he\'d attacked the people most important to him. He couldn\'t stand the feeling of betrayal, and suddenly he understood the feelings of his former lover, some time before their break up. Everything Yukimura had done to Sanada, he was now doing to Tezuka.



"Genichirou."



Hearing his first name caught his attention, and Sanada slowly pulled his hand away to face his boyfriend. Those incredible brown eyes were indeed full of emotion, but it wasn\'t the hurt accusation he was expecting. It was something else, something he couldn\'t identify.



"I\'m not good with words, or dealing with people," Tezuka sighed, his tone traced with regret. "I apologize."



Shaking his head, Sanada noticed his anger had finally subsided. "Neither am I..."



Yukimura\'s words, just before they broke up, came rushing back to him.



"It seems we\'re too alike."



At the time, he had been upset by the comparison. But now he understood. Whatever was wrong with Yukimura, the violent tendencies that had emerged before it ended, was wrong with him as well, or perhaps always had been. His parents struck him as a form of discipline, which he carried over to his team mates as his way to lead the club. He never questioned the corporal punishment; but he had not been taught to strike in anger. That part of him came later, the more he felt he lost control over all that happened in his life. Yukimura\'s illness, their breakup, this...



What had Yukimura said? Oh yeah, opposites attract. They were no longer opposite, so their relationship was failing. Sanada hadn\'t understood at all. He didn\'t want to believe that there was some sort of requirement for being compatible as lovers... the one he wanted to be with, the one he wanted to make love to, why could they not simply be together?



"I don\'t want to break up." I care for you, he wanted to say, but the words stayed off his tongue. His eyes stayed on Tezuka, giving the other time to collect his thoughts.



The captain, though his expression never changed, seemed to have such depth in his eyes. He placed his hand on Sanada\'s shoulder, his face serious yet kind.



"I didn\'t mean for this to go so far. I\'m sorry."



"I\'m the one who should apologize," Sanada snorted. He touched the tea to his lips, but placed it down once he tasted that it was cold.



Nodding, Tezuka decided it was best to be upfront. Games and subtlety would only lead to more heart ache and more drama, he knew all too well from experience.



He told Sanada about the concern he had felt after their conversation about Yukimura dating Fuji, and about how he noticed the team\'s tensai becoming more sluggish and lethargic at practice, often playing hooky to both the club and his classes. Though speaking with his normal monotone, he went over his confrontation with his teammate and about the marks he\'d seen covering Fuji\'s body. Sanada\'s grimace deepened at this point, but he focused on listening and didn\'t speak. Tezuka rarely said this much, so he encouraged the brunette to go on with a nod of his head.



Feeling weary, Tezuka went over his conversation with Yukimura, the accusation of abuse, how the rival captain claimed it was consensual. He did not recap word for word, but he did explain that when the bluenette started yelling at him, he wasn\'t sure what to do and left.



Tezuka felt out of breath from speaking more than he was used to, and they took a small break to collect their thoughts. The messy-haired brunette wondered when it was he started running away from problems, instead of dealing with them as he always had. Maybe it had more to do with who those problems centered around...



"We\'ll go speak to him again. Together."



Blinking, Tezuka noticed the stern look of determination his boyfriend wore, not sure what to say.



"I\'ve known Yukimura for a long time. I can help you deal with him, get some real answers. At least, I can be there to support you, this time..."



"Why are you..." Tezuka locked eyes with the other youth, searching for understanding. "Fuji\'s not your friend, you don\'t have any reason to help him-"



"But he\'s yours. And... I feel responsible." The grimace returned, as Sanada looked out the window towards the blackened sky. "Yukimura wasn\'t always like this. ... It was supposed to be me, not Fuji... but that\'s not the kind of relationship I wanted...." His voice faded as he drifted off, hardly noticing as Tezuka took his hand and led him to the bed.



"We\'ll deal with this tomorrow," said Tezuka with confidence, determined now that so many people were involved to make whatever was wrong go right again. He let Sanada, who\'d exhausted himself with anger, take over his bed, and headed towards the guest room to sleep for the night, briefly wondering what Fuji thought of all of this...



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The two-inch straps wrapped around his arms, binding them together, before pulling back into the headboard where Yukimura had clipped them. Giving his captive a calculating look, the captain decided to deal with potential protests first, forcing the brunette\'s jaw open and shoving a handkerchief into his mouth. So that Fuji couldn\'t push it out, the bluenette tied a second handkerchief was tied around his head and mouth, enjoying how those soft lips reddened at being unnaturally stretched.



Atobe watched with detached interest as Yukimura added two more of the blue-grey strips around the tensai\'s shoulders and chest, forcing him to stay sitting upwards. A blue collar made a nice ornament around Fuji\'s neck, but the leash Yukimura connected to it was pulled upwards towards a wall fixture. Fuji had to stay up on his knees to avoid being choked, while at the same time stretching the bindings on his arms. The resulting erotic position made all three youths instantly hard.



As if that wasn\'t enough, Yukimura added straps around each of Fuji\'s thighs, though he didn\'t attach them to anything. Maybe they\'d be fun to play with later. He didn\'t bother with a cock ring, though, since today Fuji would not receive enough stimulation to need one.



Purring from his view on the side lines, Atobe took all this in with stride. He could see why his rival captain would be addicted to this sort of perversion, now that he saw how amazing his ex-lover\'s body truly was when on display. Fuji hadn\'t screamed or struggled, even when he looked pained, so the diva hadn\'t interfered. Actually, the tensai hadn\'t said anything since Yukimura had appeared. Atobe would ponder all this later.



For now, he prioritized attention to his manhood. The poor thing was leaking beneath his briefs, and Yukimura was practically licking his lips while looking at its hefty bulge. Atobe decided to let the bluenette have control for a bit, and see where he takes things.



Yukimura motioned him towards the bed, an extra large masterpiece that could fit a few people comfortably lying in any direction.



"Well now, shall we begin?"



Atobe felt his mouth run dry as Rikkaida\'s captain slowly began stripping off his clothing, in the most sensual manner possible. The bluenette also had a lithe, effeminate body like Fuji\'s, but he was taller and his movements were more assured and confident, not the delicate, submissive motions that the brunette made.



Once he finished, he sat back on the bed, but only before taking hold of Atobe\'s tie and drawing them together. Midnight blue eyes piercing into the diva\'s, daring him to strip as well. Snorting, Atobe decided to grace them all with the presence of his bare chest, and removed his tie and jacket before unbuttoning his shirt. He didn\'t mind taking off his pants and briefs, sighing in relief as his cock was freed from their confinement, but the dress shirt stayed on, a clear sign of his control.



Soft laughter came from his naked companion, as Yukimura grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down. Fuji struggled only inches away from them, as the tensai realized he was being ignored, and his muscles were probably exhausted from their unnatural position. It all drove into the two captains\' libidos, making the temperature rise and breathing harder.



There was nothing Atobe was not confident about, but sex held a special place. He had rivals in tennis, rivals in school, rivals in business and amongst his capitalist associates: but when it came to sex, no one was more godly than he. He could tell what Yukimura wanted by the other\'s body language, and lowered his head towards the bluenette\'s chest.



Yukimura stayed sitting, but he backed up towards the center of the bed and spread his legs, so that Atobe would have a better position between them. The diva experimented by licking at his nipples, savoring each of the tiny nubs until they hardened, then kissed a path down his chest to his navel, tracing the drop-shaped pit with his tongue.



Above him, Yukimura gasped and moaned, totally absorbed by the attention. He\'d wondered what Fuji had meant when he said he stayed together with Atobe because \'of his tongue\' - how could a tongue make up for cheating time after time? But yes, the way Atobe moved his mouth was beyond incredible.



The diva kept his head low, smirking against pale skin as he felt hands grasp his hair as in an attempt to stop their trembling. He searched for all of Yukimura\'s spots, all the places that made him purr and whimper. Whenever he found one, he marked it with a hicky, as if they\'d be doing this again tomorrow, and he wanted to make things easier when the time came. His hands, his tongue, his prowess was as he had always bragged. Atobe was, without a doubt, a genius at sex.



Chest, stomach, thighs - Yukimura didn\'t seem to want them to shift from their current positions, so Atobe was limited to the areas he could explore. He kissed at the other\'s balls before giving the smallest lick to the tip of his cock. Yukimura hissed in anticipation, his hands fisting at the diva\'s hair.



Suddenly he threw his head back in a silent moan as Atobe\'s hot mouth enveloped his member, drawing it in and sucking as he went. The diva went all the way down to his base, expertly deep throating the lengthy tube, before he started pulling up and down. Yukimura twisted and moaned, sweat pouring down his face and neck as he lost control. He moaned in complaint when Atobe pulled away completely, not wanting to make the other come.



Fuji, abandoned on the back edge of the bed, whimpered helplessly behind the gag. His length throbbed, demanding to be touched, and his bonds strained as he struggled instinctively. Watching Atobe\'s mouth covering all the spots on Yukimura\'s pale skin turned him on unbearably. He knew how good Atobe\'s tongue and lips were, the amazing flexibility and strength in those simple muscles the diva must have been born with.



Yukimura, in contrast, almost always used his hands in sex, whether to give pleasure or pain. The bluenette rarely kissed, really just giving little possessive pecks now and then. Atobe\'s kisses were long and deep, and took your breath away.



Fuji\'s need intensified exponentially as he saw one of those kisses given to his current boyfriend, before Yukimura shifted up and lay back against a stack of pillows. He seemed intent on staying elevated, even as he lifted a slender foot over Atobe\'s shoulder as the diva pushed up his thighs.



Hyotei\'s captain licked his lips as he hungrily eyed his target, before slowly lowering himself beneath Yukimura\'s legs, somehow moving smoothly despite the awkward position.



A scream pierced through the large bedroom as Yukimura reaped the incredible sensation from being rimmed, his legs trembling as he forced them not to kick at the one pleasuring him. He couldn\'t stand it, but at the same time he didn\'t want it to end. The graceful tongue traced his entrance, caressing the sensitive tissue with long, twirling strokes.



Amused at the reaction, Atobe moved his tongue in further, pushing open the tight entrance that he could tell hadn\'t been touched for some time. Maybe Yukimura\'s last time was with Sanada. Atobe stored that juicy bit of speculation away as he focused on the preparation, slipping lube onto his fingers even as his mouth continue to do its work.



The hole twitched wildly as Atobe pulled away, replacing lips with oiled fingers that began slow, invading strokes. Yukimura kept his hand on the diva\'s head, pushing it down in a peculiar act of dominance even as he was on the verge of being taken. Feeling satisfied after three fingers moved smoothly in and out, Atobe pulled himself completely onto the bed.



Yukimura wrapped his legs around the diva\'s chest and arms across his shoulders, letting himself be pushed up against the wall as the diva positioned himself into something manageable. He let the blue haired captain slide slowly down, his length\'s head fitting nicely into the widened entrance. Yukimura\'s nails dug into his shirt as the two merged, a deep moan escaping when the diva hit the sweet spot.



They finished fitting together, Atobe all the way inside the other, both lustfully aware of the squirming, whimpering body watching them within his binds. The position was indeed awkward, but each moved in an opposite direction, and then they were just animals, Yukimura rising and falling, Atobe pumping back and forth. Both competitively held back their moans, but the less experienced bluenette quickly became caught up in the flashes of pleasure, becoming more and more vocal each time his prostrate was hit.



Feeling heat boil inside of him, he cried out and came, his nails digging deep enough to scratch beneath the fabric. Atobe added his own moan of pleasure as he allowed himself release, pumping and riding their consecutive orgasms.



The diva recovered quickly, but Yukimura took his usual moment of shuddering breaths before coming to his senses. After helping the exhausted bluenette settle onto a stack of propped pillows, Atobe turned his attention the flushed creature jerking at his bonds. A heavy blush coated Fuji\'s skin, placing an intoxicating glow around the already beautiful tensai, a glimmering sheen of sweat testimony to his muffled need. Pre-cum dripped down his cock and thighs, the hardened rod twitching anxiously but too lacking in physical stimulation to reach its zenith.



Atobe vaguely wondered if it was really alright to leave the poor brunette alone so long, but what was done was done, and he was certainly enjoying the scene before him. He didn\'t feel guilty - such an emotion was foreign to him, and he could more or less understand how Yukimura had come about his unique preferences, though some of the scratches and bruises were in places that were questionable pleasurable. Atobe could appreciate the sexual aesthetics of it, but not the need to inflict pain.



Still, there was something powerful about seeing the sharp-tongued, strong willed tensai so helpless and ultimately vulnerable. Ghosting his fingers down the brunette\'s back, Atobe smirked in amusement as he felt the skin ripple at his touch. Fuji would not need much.



A mischievous chuckle rose from the other side of the bed, as Yukimura drew himself up to join the party. The lithe captain knew exactly what he wanted, pulling himself against Fuji\'s front, and Atobe close against Fuji\'s back, pinning the captive between them. Then he pushed the tensai\'s head down enough that he could lean over, his tongue battling with the diva\'s.



Even in the passion of their after sex kiss, his nimble fingers easily undid the knots on the handkerchiefs, the gags falling awkwardly from the brunette\'s mouth. Tossing aside the drool covered cloth, Yukimura switched to kissing Fuji, loving the feel of puffed, soar lips.



Purring as he watched, Atobe was pleasantly surprised when Fuji\'s body suddenly jerked hard, his hips flaying back and forth against his captors so that his sensitive parts rubbed against them as he came. The diva hadn\'t seen Yukimura squeeze the tensai\'s balls, the painful stimulus being what drove him over the edge.



Fuji collapsed the moment his bonds were removed. He was barely conscious as they moved him to the center of the bed, laying him between them. Humming, Yukimura stroked the sandy brown locks until his small lover fell asleep. Finally he turned to his companion, speaking quietly though he doubted Fuji would wake up at this point.



"That was nice," he purred, his half-lidded eyes glistening in the dim lamp light. "But next time, I\'m seme."



"Alright," Atobe easily agreed, sounding amused. He clicked off the lights with a snap of his fingers.



So there would be a next time.



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A/N: I hope the length makes up for the slow update. Review kudasai!!



In case you were wondering, Yukimura told Atobe about the BSDM involved in his relationship with Fuji, so Atobe purposely lifted Fuji\'s shirt to see for himself.



REVIEW ~.~ Pretty please? With a Fuji on top? … Not that he ever gets to top…