For All the Wrong Reasons

by Lemon & Chai

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: Oh, you thought that was the end? The drama never ends...

~ Omake ~

0. Sadism

"There's just something that makes you want to hurt him," Yukimura sighed.

They watched as Fuji held Tezuka's glasses tucked carefully behind his back, giving random directions to the captain who groped blindly around the bed to find them.

Comment: During the writing of FATWR, a number of plot bunnies came to me that I just couldn't fit in. I never managed to get Atobe's backstory in... it just didn't fit in with the flow of the plot. There were also a few shorts that appeared in the adult ff posting.

- Written a long time ago but takes place sometime after the story -

1. Rehabilitation

He touched his back, laying each hand just below the shoulder blades. Immediately the bluenette tensed and went rigid, and even though Sanada didn't move further, the effeminate captain started shaking. Concern marring his face, Fuji quietly called, "Seiichi..." and took the trembling boy's hands in his own.

Sanada slowly started moving, rubbing his hands in circles before drawing them down to encircle Yukimura's waist. The bluenette's breathing became louder and more labored every second as he struggled to control his reactions. Sanada gently pulled him back to draw them together...

"Iya!" Yukimura screamed, swinging his arm in a flash that no one could stop, his fingers slashing across Fuji's face. The tensai fell back, caught by Atobe a foot away. Sanada gripped the bluenette's wrist to stop him from striking again. He grabbed his other arm too when it tried to lash out.

"Don't-" cried Fuji, but he was too late. Yukimura screamed and struggled, getting progressively worse as Sanada tried to hold onto him from behind. Tezuka joined in and together they wrestled him onto the bed. The lithe youth was shockingly strong, or rather he was using his full strength as he thrashed beneath them, screaming and crying.

They held him down for what felt like forever, until finally his muscles gave out and he went limp, sobbing and barely conscious.

"What happened," asked Atobe, once the bluenette was totally asleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was heartbreaking, and Sanada hid his face against the bed but a tear glinted from the edge of his cheek.

Fuji shook his head. "His body reacted, and then when he was restrained the way his body remembers, he couldn't handle it. The longer he's forced, the worse it gets... he's still fighting, even now. It's really a sign of how strong he is, to keep trying to fight even after... it was done."

"But we're not going to hurt him," stated Tezuka. "He needs to trust us and let go."

"Easier said than done," the tensai sighed. "It's not like he's not trying. He just can't accept what happened, and why should he?"

"You'd let him beat you till he was satisfied," Atobe hissed. Fuji stayed silent at the accusation, closing his eyes.

"There must be a way," said Tezuka. He helped Sanada draw the bluenette to the side of the bed, arranging him on his back the way he liked. It was actually very cute, the way the two most masculine of their group carefully laid his head on a pillow and drew of covers.

"It'll take time," said Fuji simply.

"Don't give up," Sanada told the sleeping beau, still holding his hand. The other three left the Rikkaidai members alone, whispering to each other and slipping away. The vice captain slipped under the covers next to his leader, laying on his side without caring about the discomfort, stroking dark blue locks away from his beloved's face.

Maybe he only dreamed it, but he felt his hand lightly squeezed, and thought he heard a whisper...

"I promise."

- Concepts written long ago (2009), fleshed out recently (2011) -

2. Announcement

The next few months flew by like a sparrow, swift and unnoticed. Fuji knew he had to deal with this, now before the others caught on. He saw all the signs, read Atobe's behavior and knew the diva was growing nervous. The more compatible and comfortable the five of them became with the relationship, the more the elitist became aware of how much apart he was of their five way commitment.

Again, Fuji caught him eyeing the high school freshmen as they played out ranking matches, and with a different type of interest than just selecting regulars. The brunette swept in front of his smirking lover, blocking his view of the window. He was glad for Atobe's private box, for once. He still couldn't believe Hyoutei rented out a professional tennis stadium just for its school's ranking tournament.

"You have to stay loyal," Fuji chided, quietly but firmly. The diva grimaced in annoyance, both at the interruption and the accusation. I know what you're thinking, the tensai tacitly added, determination swirling in his cerulean orbs.

"It's been three months," Atobe drawled, waving his hand dismissively as he draped back in his lounge chair. "A little speck of dirt will be a good test-"

"Stop running away!" Fuji urged, not loudly or angrily, but with anguish. "Please, don't do this. Don't test us; don't push us away."

"Why not?" sneered the captain, his knuckles turning white as his hands clenched the armrests. "You have Tezuka, Yukimura has Sanada - I have no place amongst the four of you."

"Even though there's five of us, this is still a closed relationship." The brunette stood firmly against the wealthy heir's threatening glare.

"Hmph," the diva snorted. "You can't stop me. And then what will you do? Will you inadvertently dump me the way you did Tachibana and Shiraishi, by setting me up with my one true love?"

Sighing, Fuji emitted softly, "Your one true love is sleeping with the candy lover from Rikkaidai."

For a second, Atobe's eyes widened in a sort of horrified surprise - then he started laughing. "You think," he spurted between chuckles, "You think, Jiroh..." He crossed his legs, relaxing as he drowned in his own laughter. "Give me a break. Jiroh is the only one who's slept in my bed but not with me."

Fuji stayed quite, frowning sadly as he waited for Atobe to stop. The executive to-be was almost crying from laughing so hard, his fingers curled and pressed against his lips as he gasped for breath. When the diva finally brought his chortles to rest, his grin fell and the light of his eyes dimmed with his breathing.

"... Jiroh's not like you," the diva murmured darkly. "He has to marry the one he loves - male or female. That's the kind of person he is."

Shaking his head, Fuji shrugged off the quip, breathing slowly to keep himself calm. He was the only one of them that could fight this battle, he knew - and he had to do it now, before Atobe panicked and did something irreversible. "Keigo... you don't have to run away from us. This relationship is different... we can do this. We can make this work. I believe that now..."

"I have a fiancée," Atobe spoke coldly, his gaze turning sharp as he glared at the brunette.

"She doesn't count," Fuji stated, refusing to accept any more excuses. "She knows about you and about all of us, and besides, she has her own lover."

"I should have never introduced you two," Atobe spat bitterly, turning away to stare at the tv screen to his right, showing the game from an eye level view. But his dark sapphire eyes were clearly not focused on the match.

"Her family has as much to gain from this as yours," Fuji reminded him. "In a way, she'll benefit even more than you. She'll put up with it, just as she has so far."

"We'll still have sex," Atobe growled, his glare turned vicious as he grew irate. "There's no point otherwise."

"She won't sleep with you, and you know it," Fuji snapped back. "Your children will be conceived in a test tube. Both families will have an heir and be satisfied."

The diva was trembling, angry the tensai knew not at him but at the responsibilities he'd soon have to face. Fuji stepped forward slowly, gently draping himself on Atobe's lap and soothing away the lines of resentment crinkled around his lover's eyes with small kisses.

"The announcement is next week. The day after our graduation."

Breathing in sharply, Fuji clenched his fist, dug his nails into his palm as he refused to give up.

"Then you'll have to tell them soon, before they hear it from someone else."

From the grimace that crossed Atobe's face, Fuji knew he was imagining their other lovers' reactions.

"They won't accept it."

"Not at first," Fuji agreed, but his voice was unwavering. "They'll be angry, but they'll deal with it, each in his own way. They won't leave you. We won't leave you."

"I'm getting married, Fuji, at eighteen. I'll graduate at twenty-two, and take over as vice president of Atobe Corps. The truth... our relationship will have to be kept secret, covered up."

"Then it's a good thing there's five of us," the brunette smiled, "because a fivesome is so ridiculous, no one will believe it."

Atobe scowled, eyes looking away as his mote of excuses dried up.

"Keigo," Fuji whispered, petting curling strands of silver hair as he drew his face close to the diva's. "There will be times that this will hurt us, but we'd be far more hurt knowing you're all alone, trapped in an arranged marriage. We love you. I love you. I won't let you be unhappy."

Hyoutei's captain remained silent, burying his face in Fuji's shirt as they hugged.

"Who will you pick for your best man?" Fuji joked quietly.

"... You'd make a better bride's maid," the diva snorted, recovering his wit as he finally relaxed.

"I look good in a tux," pouted the brunette, puffing his cheeks indignantly.

"... I wasn't planning on inviting anyone," came the whispered reply.

Lips curling into a smile, Fuji bent down to soothe his lover with a kiss.

"We're here for you."

- Written before Part 1 -

3. Clue

One of the problems with having a boyfriend with no expressions was that he was impossible to read.

That didn't matter for Sanada, though, since he already was terrible at reading people anyway.

All in all, he never knew what Tezuka wanted or was thinking.

"What's wrong?" Tezuka's stern, flat tone didn't match his words.

Jolted out of his thoughts, Sanada turned to face his boyfriend and shook his head. "It's nothing. I was just wondering where we should go today."

The reason Sanada was struggling so much was because he was trying to figure out where to take Tezuka on a date. He wasn't much of a romantic, and neither was Tezuka, but still, he wanted to take the stoic captain somewhere he would enjoy.

"Ah," was the only response he got. Great, that didn't help at all.

"I was considering an amusement park, or perhaps the zoo." Sanada watched Tezuka closely, but the brunette's expression never changed. As he expected.

"... If that's what you'd like."

Hmm. A five word response. Maybe that pause was a clue to something. Sanada mentally checked through the list Yanagi had given him before... amusement parks and zoos he crossed off, then decided to filter out aquariums, shopping, and fairs while he was at it.

"Perhaps we could go to a parlor for ice cream, or coffee, and then go-" Oh great, he was about to suggest they go to his house afterward. Way to look like slime, he thought with a grimace.

Sanada had sworn to himself that he wouldn't push Tezuka too fast. After everything with Yukimura, he was determined to keep his libido under control. He'd been lucky, very lucky, that Tezuka had accepted him at all - their first date, which was a simple walk in the park; their second date, in which they met for tennis and dinner, and now, their third... and he had been good about not forcing a kiss on the conservative youth, but he'd decided that today was time for a step up.

Thus, today's date had to be very, very special.

Except he hadn't even planned what they would do.

"I ..."

Sanada turned quickly towards Tezuka, a small amount of nervousness in his hands, as he waited for whatever the bespectacled brunette had to say.

"I enjoyed walking in the park."

Sanada's eyes widened slightly, as he realized that there would be no more. And yet in a small sentence, Tezuka had said so much.

"Alright... I also liked the park. Though it'll be cold this time of year..." He glanced at Tezuka and was rewarded with a small affirmative nod. So he was right. "There's Million Gardens Park only a few stations from here. It should be quite now, and there's a comfortable cafe nearby."

They started walking towards the station, tacit yet comfortable. A small smile graced Tezuka's lips, which Sanada returned. Perhaps Tezuka was not so difficult to read after all.

-written on a tiny piece of paper in 2009, then typed up and edited in 2011-

4. Vocation

Fuji went with Tezuka to Wimbledon. Unfortunately (in his boyfriends' eyes), he went as his personal photographer, not a rival player. Atobe booked front row tickets, of course, but they all knew he'd be on his phone making business calls anytime Tezuka wasn't playing. Yukimura and Sanada couldn't get enough time off work to make the trip to England worthwhile, but they promised to watch on television. It was envious, in a way, because that meant they'd get to cum while watching Tezuka take points from his appointments.

They didn't know how Fuji had the time. The tensai always seemed to be on a vacation. They'd talked about it once when he wasn't around, and realized they weren't really sure what he did.

Yukimura thought he was a psychologist. The bluenette insisted he saw a diploma from Hitotsubashi University arrive in the mail, though no one knew where or how the brunette had taken classes. But Yukimura checked the system at work and confirmed the tensai was licensed.

Atobe thought Fuji wrote articles for an art magazine, though his magazines always disappeared so he never had proof. But he'd seen Fuji's name on them, he insisted, and as an editor for a few other classy artistic media subscriptions.

Tezuka seemed to think Fuji didn't write the articles but took the accompanying pictures. They had a few photography collection books they thought were his released under an alias, but he neither confirmed nor denied anything when they confronted him about it directly. All he said was that he really liked the one with the giraffe eating the little boy's hair.

Sanada didn't think Fuji had a job at all. Fuji didn't need the money, the black haired seme pointed out - Fuji always slept at one of their places, kept his things at his parents' house, and didn't seem to have his own apartment. He ate like a bird and probably lived just fine off gifts from Keigo, and could have lived off spots of income from articles or photography. But he paid his own travel and health expenses, and though he always cooked or hand made gifts from them, Atobe pointed out that the materials he used were far from cheap.

Finally, before Yukimura pulled the brunette's hair out, they ran to Fuji's sister and asked what he did for work.

"He likes to be a mystery," Yumiko replied, after saying she didn't know herself. Her demeanor was so calm they couldn't tell if she was lying to them. "He finds it amusing hearing people guess."

After all, Fuji was sadistic like Yukimura, but in a very different way.

- Written after Part 12 -

5. Gift

He tested the ribbon when he bought it. It was strong enough that you needed a scissors to cut it, but it was still only ribbon.

The wide red streamer wrapped nicely around the sleeping boy's wrists. Fuji struggled awake, but by the time he was fully conscious it was too late. Using his knees, the sadistic captain pinned down his captive's legs and chest, trying the ribbon to the bed post in a big perfect bow.

"I warned you not to sleep in on Christmas day," Yukimura told him pleasantly. His friendly smile matched his Santa hat.

So this was the reason the bluenette always insisted Fuji sleep naked, so that he could be ambushed before waking. Within minutes, the effeminate brunette was covered in red ribbons, constricting his arms and legs in an erotic spread.

Folding a short strip in half, Yukimura slid on a pink bell, then tied it around the brunette's rising cock. Very amused, the star tennis player wrapped a ribbon over Fuji's mouth, then eyes, then neck. Leaning back, he frowned as he realized he'd over done the amount, the ribbons covering more than half of Fuji's body. Oh well.

He fingered the tip of Fuji's cock for a bit, enjoying the sound of the bell as it twitched, before getting bored and leaving for his morning run. Fuji twisted and whimpered behind his gag when he realized he was being abandoned, the bell ringing along in protest. Yukimura decided to take a nice hot shower after his run.

Tezuka came in a little bit later, having finished his morning jog and shower rituals, only to find a mass of ribbon and Fuji squirming on the bed.

Heart quickening, he swiftly pulled off the makeshift blind fold, revealing pleading blue eyes with a slight trail of moisture on thick lower lashes. The jingle of a bell drew his attention, but once he saw where it was he tried his best to ignore it and focused on removing the ribbons.

He was about to remove the gag when he noticed the choker around Fuji's neck, not tight enough to suffocate but clearly too much for comfort. He pulled on the end of the bow, but instead of releasing, the ribbon jerked against Fuji's throat, eliciting a muffled choking noise. The bow had been tied wrong, Tezuka realized, so that it tightened instead of coming undone.

'No, it was on purpose,' he reminded himself with a grimace. He tested the gag and found it had been mis-tied as well.

"Where's the scissors?" He growled, not meaning to take out his anger on Fuji but unable to stop his fist from forming.

Fuji shook his head, the bell around his manhood jingling with impatience. Tezuka couldn't stand it anymore and pulled it off, a gagged moan erupting as the weeping length was teased.

He glanced around, but saw no sign that Yukimura had left whatever scissors he'd been using in the room. He could always run around looking for one, but that meant leaving Fuji by himself, and all he had with him was the pocket knife he used on trips with his dad.

Realizing that was the best he could do, he pulled his keys out of his pocket, unable to stop his hand from shaking as he opened the tiny blade. It was sharp but barely an inch and a half long, not enough to be seriously threatening, but still...

"...This is all I have," he said, showing the tensai.

Fuji nodded calmly; his eyes clearly saying, 'I trust you.'

'I know you do,' Tezuka thought in respond, 'more than I trust myself.'

"Hold still." His voice was so calm, despite the terror he felt inside. He cut the pseudo-gag away first, nicking the edge and cutting up its width, relieved that it came apart so smoothly.

Once his mouth was freed, Fuji didn't speak but his lips hung open; he seemed to focus on breathing, little gasping noises accompanying each breath, making Tezuka worry about how long he'd been like this.

Gulping, he traced the edge of the choker, coming to the horrifying realization that he'd have to tug it away from the skin to cut it without cutting Fuji. He'd have to just do it.

The ribbon naturally tightened as he swiftly fingered up its edge, and he forced himself not to panic when Fuji's eyes rolled back into his head, possibly a sign of blacking out as his throat was compressed. An audible sigh of relief escaped the stoic brunette as he managed to slice it off quickly but carefully.

Fuji gasped and panted hard to regain breath as the ribbon fell away, and Tezuka cut off the wrist bindings with much less pressure. The moment he recovered, Fuji half-jumped his savior, wrapping his arms and legs around Tezuka and kissing him with a desperate passion. The honey-haired youth ground his aching hardness against Tezuka's already well-awakened one. His body language made it clear that he wanted it, and he wanted it now.

He'd already come to suspect how much the brunette enjoyed the choking sensation, though he couldn't fathom why, but Fuji's hardness and leaking pre-cum was evidence enough. He'd watched but never participated in Yukimura and Atobe's play with whips and ropes, though he stepped in if he felt they went too far. Fuji never complained either way, and Sanada's appetite for voyeurism had only grown since their first fivesome. Not that Tezuka didn't enjoy it himself - he just felt too guilty every time he saw Fuji in pain to fall to the tantalizing sadomasochism the rest of his lovers had.

Fuji was impatiently rocking his hips, urging Tezuka to hurry up before he came without him. The hazel eyed captain barely had time to unzip his pants, pushing down his boxers, knowing he wouldn't manage to get his clothes off any further. Fuji grabbed his hand and started sucking on his fingers, lathering them with as much saliva as he could.

Caressing the underside of his lover's thigh, Tezuka brought each of Fuji's legs over his shoulders, and shoved one of the half-moist fingers into the beautifully twitching hole that presented itself. A mewl of pleasure spurred him on, though he knew Fuji wanted him to go faster, but one of Tezuka's secret addictions was taunting the tensai by going at his own pace. He twisted for a bit then added another finger, moving quickly to scissoring. His own cock was starting to ache, begging him to hurry up.

Despite all his nervousness, the show from before had made him very, very hard.

He decided Fuji would be fine without a third finger, and neither of them could wait any longer anyways. Pulling out the appendages, the stoic captain directed the tip of his length to his target, then plunged all the way in in one firm stroke, eliciting load moans from both of them.

God, Fuji was tight, though that wasn't a surprise considering his lovers spent more time teasing him then taking him. Tezuka held himself still to give the tensai time to adjust, but Fuji mewled needily and started shifting his hips up and down as best he could.

Tezuka grabbed his arms and pressed down against him to force him to stay still, and Fuji moaned at the unusual act of aggression from his orthodox lover. The stoic seme held them in the same position for several seconds; he wanted to be in control of at least this.

Finally he started to move, excruciatingly slow, drifting up and down and then increasing the pace. He struck Fuji's sweet spot, the wanton cry driving him faster until he was full out pumping, angling to hit his lover's prostrate with each thrust.

The tensai was ahead of him and came screaming his name. Feeling the hot chasm pulse widely around his cock drove him into a hard, merciless rhythm until he came as well, groaning in ecstasy.

His lover's seed stained his shirt, a distant thought about laundry and showering again drifting past him before he collapsed onto the bed. He used the last of his strength to pull out of Fuji, who immediately cuddled against him in a koala hold. Fuji snuggled with everyone, but it was only Tezuka whose name he called during sex. That was the captain's one piece of pride.

They had barely drifted off to sleep when an alarm clock went off in the form of Christmas chimes, jerking them both awake. Tezuka shot up to see a note laying on the desk next to the spool of remaining ribbon.

It read, Merry Christmas.

AN: The end! Really, the end - end! And they have years and years of smutty five way sex. And Atobe does have children - fraternal twins - that Fuji more or less raises because he's the only one with time on his hands. The end end end.

I am so, so happy with the reviews and feedback you all gave me on this fic. Thank you, thank you! It meant so much to me, and even got me to finish putting together the omakes. I am still writing, though I took a break for awhile, I'll be picking up again soon.

So review, let me know what you're thinking - questions, requests? I'm up for anything. -wink-