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: If you thought the drama couldn\'t get any more outrageous....



Probably O.O.C. Believe me, I\'m always fighting against it. Why my muses are on the enemy side is beyond me.



This is the part I dreaded writing... it\'s gonna suck. -sigh- This is the beginning of a lot of talking. I think there\'s going to be lots and lots of talking in this fic (le sigh) ... let me know if it gets boring. But hey, talking means backstory, and backstory\'s always good, right?



Review replies:



loli: YES YOU SHOULD -eyes sparkle- I am totally looking forward to more Fuji-uke from you :D I don\'t know why, my SanaTezu muse, just when I think it has flown away, suddenly flaps at me full blast. Yes, my Yuki-muse says that Yuki likes being uke, he just also demands to be in control (coughontopcough) ... it\'s a tricky situation, but nothing Yuki-mama can\'t handle, nee?



danu: Poor Fuji, indeed. -tears- .... -crocodile tears- -sweatdrop- XD He didn\'t get much play this time, and in the worst possible way. XD Fuufuufuu, my Atobe-is-uke muse is always prancing about. Actually, my Atobe-muse declares that ore-sama can take whatever position he wants, because he is godly and able to handle anything and everything with perfection.



krystal: Atobe is super fun - but Atobe-muse can be really bothersome. I dunno, this Atobe-muse is so different from my other Atobe muses... he\'s so dispassionate at times, and at the same time way too insightful and caring. XD; Such a paradox. LOL I didn\'t realize it, but yeah, it\'s written in such a way that it\'s hard to tell Yuki\'s there until the next line. Even though Yuki planned it he wanted to catch them off guard, so I guess he appeared earlier than Atobe expected. Hm.... yeah, Sanada\'s kind of a jerk, isn\'t he? I didn\'t mean for him to be such a jerk -sweatdrop- XD; and as for Atobe\'s chest... errr... -blinded- .... XD Ryouma is TOTALLY a wannabe seme, pft, and Eiji... well, I always imagine he switches off with Fuji, but yeah, Eiji is definitely ultimate uke in tenipuri.



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Fuji snuggled into the mattress, ignoring the sharp rays of morning light pouring down on him and the rustling of clothes and drawers as two other tennis playing youths prepared for the day. Atobe settled down to read the morning paper his butler had brought, still in his bath robe, while Yukimura finally took his turn in the bathroom after the diva\'s ridiculously long shower. Of course, he could have used any of the dozen or so guest room baths, but there was an unspoken agreement that the bedroom was a separate entity from the mansion, and leaving it was the same as leaving for the day.



The butler brought anything they needed - bath utensils, amenities, breakfast. Both captains had woken up dutifully to start their routines, but the brunette stayed blissfully sleeping. Fuji wasn\'t a morning person, though for some reason all of his lovers considered eleven thirty the middle of the day, rather than a good time to pull off the sheets. When there wasn\'t school or practice, anyways, which was just about every day.



So Fuji slept in when he could. He didn\'t want to get up at all this time. Shifting slightly, a small whimper escaped his lips when he felt how sore his thighs were from their forced position the night before. Pausing from drying his hair, Yukimura drifted over to pet his lover\'s head, softly ordering, "Get out of bed."



Feeling warm and comfortable, Fuji whined, "My legs hurt," snuggling deeper into the purple silk pillows.



A dangerous look flashed through Yukimura\'s midnight blue eyes, his smile tightening like a tiger\'s. The petting turned to more like pulling, but stopped at the rustling sound of papers as Atobe set the newspaper down to sip his coffee.



"It\'s fine, he can stay here for a while," the diva drawled with an air of nonchalance. Yukimura seemed unhappy, but after exchanging glances with his rival, decided to let it go.



"I expect to see you later," he warned, changing his clothes and then heading out. Atobe stopped him by the door, giving him a small farewell kiss on the cheek. Yukimura gave the diva a strange look before briskly letting himself out.



Fuji stayed hidden beneath the sheets, a fearful shiver running through him as he knew he wouldn\'t easily be forgiven. He knew better than to hide here with Atobe, but at the moment, his instinct to sleep and rest his overworn body took over. He\'d have to go to Yukimura later...



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They talked a lot during the train ride over. Neither was a great talker, but that actually made it easier - they both understood the difficulties in expression through words, and neither was offended at the other\'s straight forwardness. It was so relaxing, and in a strange way, the closest they\'d ever been.



If only they weren\'t talking about their exes. Sanada told Tezuka about what had happened earlier at school, when Yukimura had taunted him, and how he had shamefully lost control. He was relieved when the brunette did not look at him disapprovingly, but instead gave an unjudging nod.



"Yukimura is not necessarily strict, but he has high expectations," Sanada explained. "He\'s used to everyone doing what he wants them to. Defiance... well, the club members follow him out of respect, so it\'s never been an issue. It was the same for me, too, until we got involved sexually."



Tezuka listened calmly, the tunnel lights flickering across his face as they zoomed onward. They had never talked explicitly about their previous relationships, but now was the time to put that aside. They were boyfriends, but at the moment, they were comrades, working together to protect those whom they felt responsible towards.



"While we dated, he made all the decisions, but I never minded. I\'m not good at deciding what to do anyways, so it worked out well for both of us. Looking back, I can only say our time together was sweet...



Then there came the day he collapsed. ... And after that, his illness, and eventual hospitalization. I ... couldn\'t do very much for him, at the time. I knew he was depressed, but he always smiled when we came to visit. I was afraid to... be with him at the time, afraid that I\'d hurt him since his body was so weak.



Something changed around that time. I think it was because of my loss during Kanto. I lost to your freshman... because I was cocky, and didn\'t even try to play him seriously. My loss was unforgivable.



Nationals came and went, but this time I won so he didn\'t have any problems with my tennis. He had fully recovered by the time we graduated.... no, physically, he\'s never regained what he had. But his ability in tennis was more based on his sense and skills, so that doesn\'t matter. After that ... I don\'t know. I don\'t know why we broke up. I don\'t know why he started... when he started showing signs of violence, when he needed to prove his control by any means. He asked to... "



Sanada\'s voice and eyes grew dim, prompting Tezuka to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You don\'t have to say everything now," the bespectacled youth assured him.



Rikkaidai\'s vice captain shook his head, trying to shake away the memories as well. "Sorry."



Nodding, Tezuka decided to give his boyfriend a rest by discussing some issues of his own.



"Sanada," he began, thinking of how to word what he wanted to say. "Let me make clear to you that I was the one to initiate the break up with Fuji. But he is my teammate, and I still care for him. I cannot stand by while he is being hurt."



Assured by a gentle squeeze to his hand, Tezuka continued, for once not caring about the small display of public affection. "Fuji doesn\'t take care of himself. Even if he is in pain, he\'ll hide it and stay silent. Yukimura may believe it to be consensual, but," he paused to listen the latest train announcement, before going on. "I must find out."



They stepped off at the stop, neither letting go of the other\'s hand.



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Sanada knocked, but they stood side by side. They waited for a bit, and Tezuka was about to suggest that no one was home, when Sanada turned the knob and opened the door.



"Your mother left it unlocked again," he announced, leading Tezuka inside and taking off his shoes. His casual manner as he entering as if he were free to come in anytime was observed by Yukimura, who glared at them from the couch. A moody grimace marred his usually soft features, and he didn\'t bother to correct his posture, feet up on the cushions and resting his chin on his hand. No words came from his direction.



"We came to talk," Sanada continued, as if the other had responded. "I know its something we haven\'t done for a very long time, but there are other people involved now."



"... You came together," Yukimura hissed. There was no sense of mock hospitality, the cunning smiles or word games this time. A slight air of hurt muddled his features, but it stayed hidden beneath the venom pooling in his dark purple orbs.



"Ah." Tezuka stood calmly next to his boyfriend. He felt a strange sense of confidence, that he knew what he had to say this time. From what Sanada had told him, Yukimura was not the vile, abusive ex he had imagined, but that the maternal aura surrounding the blue haired captain was a genuine part of his nature. He wasn\'t a bad person, at least. Tezuka wasn\'t sure what talking would do exactly, but he knew what he wanted to explain, what he needed Yukimura to understand.



"I told you not to come here."



Neither flinched at his scornful tone. "Things can\'t stay like this," Sanada firmly spoke, feeling comfortable in this home he\'d been in so often. "It\'s too uncomfortable at practice, for all of us. And I can\'t stand by while you\'re hurting both Fuji and yourself-"



"Why should you care?!" Yukimura had the look of a tiger cornered by poachers, the gleam in his eyes sharp and angry. "If you two are so in love with each other, why should you care about us? About him? We don\'t have any place in your lives."



"I know," Tezuka interrupted, glad that Sanada\'s fingers still brushed against his. "But I can\'t stop caring." I\'ve tried, he added in his head.



"What do you want me to do? Break up with him? What gives you the right?!" Each question spat out like a flying dagger. He evacuated from his seat on the couch, moving away physically as if to escape, pacing toward the end of the room.



"You can\'t keep doing this to Fuji." Tezuka\'s determined brown orbs locked onto the bluenette, imposing his presence onto the smaller captain, who drew back towards the wall. "I\'ve seen the marks, I\'ve watched him struggle since your relationship with him began-"



"Then why are you talking to me? Go ask him, ask him to leave me, take him away from me, so I\'ll end up all alone-"



"Seichii," Sanada pleaded with his eyes and voice, wishing the other would at least look at him. It hurt to see his exlover like this, distress marring his cheeks and eyes, the glimmer of moisture rounding his lower lashes.



"You gang up on me and ambush me-"



"Yukimura, please listen." Even Tezuka\'s stiff countenance was breaking slightly, his eyes softening with traces of pity. "Fuji was hurt as a child-"



The door slammed open, its bang stunning them all into silence. In the doorway stood a wide eyed brunette, shock covering his face as he noticed the visitors.



"What are you doing?!" Fuji cried, surveying the three who had frozen at his entrance. All he could see was Tezuka and Sanada cornering his lover, dark traumatized eyes shakily meeting his open blue ones.



Tezuka and Sanada hardly had time to react when Fuji somehow grabbed both of them and dragged them back, acting so quickly they couldn\'t stop themselves from being pulled by the surprisingly strong youth.



"Both of you, out! OUT!" Fuji pushed them through the entry way, adding, "And take a good look at your own relationship, before you start judging others."



He slammed the door shut.



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In an instant, Sanada and Tezuka found themselves standing dumbfounded in Yukimura\'s front yard. Neither had a chance to speak when they heard an imperious \'Ahem\' followed by the sound of a throat being cleared.



Atobe stood at the gate way, a curious look in his eyes as he analyzed the scene. He seemed way too bemused as he gazed at the both of them, taking a moment to press his fingers to his face.



"Well then, if you two have a moment, I am willing to converse with you in Yukimura\'s stead."



He waved towards the limousine behind him, a smirk spread wide across his face.



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Yukimura had been upset when Fuji disobeyed his orders, and more so when Atobe had harbored him. He had not wanted to lose his control over the brunette when inviting the diva to join them, even though it had been in his plans for a long time. When he returned alone to the house, his mother flitted about, irritating him to no end as she chattered on about the show she was going to go see with her friends, not bothering to ask why her son was returning at nine am in the morning. She left with a high pitched goodbye, unnoticing of his grumpy expression as he settled on the couch. He did not expect her to.



He watched some tv for a while, news covering some political conflict regarding the Indian ocean, then some random dramas that probably starred popular actors he didn\'t know. Bored, he clicked off the power and rested on the cushions, thinking in his head that he should go out and train but too irked to care.



His plans were progressing smoothly, and yet he felt totally unhappy about it. He was hurt, way more than he was supposed to have been, when he knew that Fuji no longer belonged solely to him. He\'d fought the urge to grab the tensai and shove him against something hard, to bite into the brunette\'s shoulder until he whimpered for mercy. Maybe he\'d become more attached than he expected.



He\'d felt amazing last night, but now the afterwash was hitting him in sickening floods. He hadn\'t been taken in a long time, and he shuddering remembering how Atobe had dominated his nervous system and tormented his sexual desire. He\'d lost control to the diva, though at least he\'d managed to keep some things private, the most important things in control. It should have been a triumph, but now he wanted to puke just thinking about it.



Stiffening at the sound of footsteps at the entry way, he stayed motionless when the door bell rang. He recognized Sanada\'s heavy, assured steps, and knew who the one accompanying him must be. He didn\'t have the energy right then to face them, especially both of them, at the same time.



But his idiot mother left the door unlocked, and Sanada paraded in like he still had an open invitation to come over any time. Nerves frayed and stinging, Yukimura had not dealt very well with their accusations. Anger closed his ears and his mind, and he barely knew what they said to him. He was overly grateful when Fuji appeared and somehow forced them away.



The tensai was now pulling him up the stairs towards the bedroom, making comforting noises that were foreign to the bluenette. He knew he should be thankful to Fuji for driving them off, but at the moment, what he saw before him was a pale, lithe victim that would willingly accept all the torment he was feeling right now. Yes, he\'d give all the pain to someone else, scar the other\'s body in place of his own heart.



Fuji must have seen the look in his eyes, for a fearful shudder coursed through the brunette as he realized what dangerous grounds he\'d tread onto. Yukimura offered a sweet, reassuring smile, caressing the brunette\'s cheek, enjoying the terror etching its way into cerulean pupils.



He pulled back his hand, only to swing it back with a slap.



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A/N: Argh, wth was that?! My SanaTezu muse was like OMFG \'I\'m gonna make them sweet and heroic\' (-pukes-) ... OTL ... They were supposed to be the antagonists, and somehow this whole part got switched around... sigh... Yuki-muse is losing control, which is a very, very bad thing (for me, probably -avoids rotten apples that come flying at her-). All the lines I wrote before hand (like Fuji pushing them out) didn\'t fit in right anymore (sob).



Ah, well, at least the plot is going to jump ahead a lot (if there ever was a plot - sigh). Review kudasai!! Any requests for the future? There was a definite lack of smut in this chapter.