A/N: I've always wanted to try writing one of these OTMany. XD

Warnings: This fic will be DARK.

This is set in an Alternate Universe, so assume all the characters are strangers unless specifically mentioned otherwise. Some OOC, due to the different circumstances of the characters...

This story will contain the following, whether it be implicated or explicitly stated/shown: BL (Boys Love), Moresomes (aka the OT6), sexual harassment, sexual abuse, sexual deviancy, dubcon (dubious-consent), noncon (non-consent, aka rape), violence, profanity, drug and alcohol use... Not for the faint of heart.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

Pairings:

(main) Pillar, OT6, SanaAtoYukiFuji, SanaTezuAtoYukiFuji, mentions of SanaAtoYukiFujixMany

(side/implied/vague) Golden, InuKai, Dirty, Platinum, MomoAn, AkuDan, YanagiKirihara, many others

Chapter 1

"Temptation rarely comes in the working hours.

It is in their leisure time that men are made or marred."

- W. N. Taylor

Under the glaring office lights of the partly-deserted 16th floor of Matsura Offices, Tezuka Kunimitsu wondered if it was possible to expire through the sheer boredom of emptily staring at his computer screen. He'd already completed what work he could do that day, and now - nearing 11 p.m. - instead of being home, eating a late dinner with his boyfriend, he was stuck at work waiting for his superior to finish the paperwork he had been putting off for most of the week.

He had entertained the idea of just bidding his boss a polite goodbye and escaping, like most of his coworkers had done, but he had been raised in with the values of traditional teamwork being one of the cornerstones to success - and dutifully waiting for his boss to finish up a task he should have finished two days prior was one such tedious duty of efficient teamwork. Tezuka's only comfort was that he wasn't the only one sticking to such a(n annoying) tradition, as four of his coworkers remained at their stations.

He glanced over at the man at the desk next to him - their cubicles (although they hardly deserved such a title) were little more than waist-high walls that kept them penned like petting zoo animals rather than afford them decent coverage from their peers - and tried not to glare jealously at the novel Yagyuu was leisurely reading. Tezuka knew he should have brought along his own book, but he had already been running late thanks to being (pleasantly) distracted by Ryoma during his morning shower.

"Given the rate Aoki-kachou is working at, I estimate he will finish in another 35 minutes," Inui intoned softly, writing some incoherent figures into a green notebook that Tezuka knew had nothing work-related inside. Yanagi, seated next to the bespectacled man, gave a solemn nod in concurrence as he continued his game of solitaire on his laptop.

Tezuka glanced over at the desk area diagonal to his own, briefly meeting the eyes of his best friend since high school. Oishi gave him a strained smile before his eyes were drawn back to his cellphone as it buzzed with an incoming text message. From what Tezuka had been able to (unwillingly) glean from accidentally overhearing his friend whisper-argue during their break time, Kikumaru had nearly burnt their kitchen down after leaving the meal he'd been cooking on the stove too long. Oishi, already a natural worrier, had nearly had a panic attack and Kikumaru had not taken kindly to being lectured over it. Tezuka knew they were already about ¾ of the way through their argument phase and gave it about another day or two before one of them caved and apologized.

Still, since his best friend was looking torn between bursting into tears or ripping out what little was left of his hair, Tezuka knew had to do something for the man. "Oishi, would you like to join me for a drink after work?"

"That's a great idea," Oishi sighed with a small, genuine smile - the first one all week.

Their three other coworkers looked at them pointedly.

"Of course, let's all go, ne?" Oishi hurriedly invited.

"I know the perfect place," Yagyuu said, and Tezuka had to fight back a scowl at the small smirk that rose to the other man's lips.

"What kind of bar is this?" Oishi asked, looking perfectly miserable as he sat hunched in his seat.

They had decided to forego the bar and elected to sit at one of the tables. This gave them a perfect view of the room; a relaxed sort of place with light-paneled flooring and dark marble tables spread out comfortably. A giant bonsai tree stood proudly in the center of the room as paper lanterns and dangling chandeleir lights kept the place lit. It was a beautiful place with a simple but aesthetically-pleasing design.

Tezuka could see why Oishi was complaining, however. "Is this a host club?"

Every waiter was male - and not just your run-of-the-mill college student trying to pay their way through school or parties, but absolutely stunning men dressed to the dollar and free with both compliments and sultry smiles.

"Not at all," Yagyuu responded with a straight face. Tezuka wondered how he could maintain such a bearing, considering the handsome man sitting next to him with an arm around his shoulders and looking seconds away from molesting him. Yagyuu had introduced the tall, silver-haired man as Niou - and according to Renji, the three of them had gone to high school together.

"We're a respectable establishment," Niou added smugly, one hand settled comfortably atop Yagyuu's thigh.

Oishi looked like he was becoming physically ill. "I shouldn't be in a place like this-"

"I told you, we're not a host club!"

"-Eiji will get the wrong idea!" Oishi froze, stricken. "He might even think I-I'm cheating on him! He'll leave me! What if he runs off before I can even properly explain myself? His closest family is in Shizuoka!"

Niou was watching Oishi go on in morbid fascination. "Is he always like this?"

"He's going through a rough patch with his boyfriend right now," Yagyuu demurred, giving the silver-haired man a pointed look to drop the topic. Tezuka was looking less-than-pleased and Yagyuu was trying to avoid causing a ruckus.

"Yanagi-senpai! You're here!"

Speaking of ruckus... Yagyuu thought in exasperation.

"Ah, Akaya-kun, you're working today?" Yanagi greeted pleasantly. Another - waiter? Host? - took the seat next to the closed-eyed man, glancing over the assembled office workers in consideration.

"Eh? You came with your coworkers this time?" Red eyes lingered on the worried-mumbling form of Oishi, flicking over Tezuka's stormy face and Inui's bored countenance before settling back onto Yanagi.

"Don't I always come with Hiroshi-kun?" Yanagi pointed out.

Akaya pouted. "He doesn't count."

"I don't?" Yagyuu mused aloud.

"I have to call Eiji!" Oishi announced suddenly, shooting to his feet and hurrying off to somewhere quieter. Tezuka longed to follow him but knew he had to give the man some privacy.

"The point of going to a bar is to lighten up, Tezuka-san," Niou commented with a smirk, pouring said man a glass of - something. "I don't think you've stopped glaring since you came in."

"Tezuka is like that," Inui interrupted smoothly.

"Perpetual frowner," Yagyuu clarified.

"Even when he's drunk, he never smiles," Yanagi added.

Tezuka glared over at his coworkers. Clearly this whole 'teamwork for the good of the company!' expired after-hours.

"Want me to find you a...friend?" Niou offered with a sensual smile.

"No," Tezuka replied sharply.

"There's a 64 percent chance Tezuka is asexual," Inui said.

I am not, Tezuka mused inwardly. He didn't bother with correcting Inui, however; while they were good friends, Tezuka kept information on his intimate life close to himself. Besides, he never really got over that whole 'data-collecting-to-the-point-of-stalking' thing Inui had carried out all throughout their high school years. He was a bit surprised Inui hadn't connected the dots, though - Ryoma had been in the tennis club with them. Sure, they'd only had one year together, but even now Ryoma remained in contact with the former data player. Not to mention that Oishi had figured it out - way back in high school, when Tezuka and Ryoma had just started dating.

"So, what?" Kirihara interjected. "He can't get it up or something?"

Niou burst out laughing. Tezuka was going to kill all of them.

"I did not say that," Inui retorted.

"Well, how would you know? Do you guys-"

"Akaya-kun, perhaps you should not finish that question," Yanagi interrupted.

Niou didn't stop laughing. Before Tezuka could seriously contemplate taking the mostly-empty vodka bottle and beating the silver-head man's head in with it - wait, hadn't he been the only one drinking the vodka? How did it get that empty? No wonder the room's lighting was getting so blurry...

"My, what's going on here? You guys look like you're having fun," a soft voice stated from Tezuka's left.

Tezuka turned to see two men - dressed in suits, just like the rest of the workers, but even in his inebriated state he recognized the power the two had. He pegged them as the managers of the place, from the way the other nearby employees began to act more earnestly, the perfect picture of customer service. Niou and Akaya remained unaffected, but considering the former was refilling Tezuka's empty shotglass and the latter was cuddling further into Yanagi's side, perhaps such behaviour was considered appropriate.

"Yukimura-kun, Sanada-kun," Yanagi greeted cordially. Yagyuu nodded in greeting, as did Inui and Tezuka. "I'm glad to see your place is doing so well. It's always so busy when I come here."

The blue-haired one - Yukimura? - smiled, "Considering you only ever come to see Akaya-kun, I'm surprised you even notice anything else."

"Niou, behave," the taller one snapped, eyes glaring at the hand that had begun to creep closer to Yagyuu's inner thigh.

"Don't I always?" Niou grinned, batting his eyes faux-innocently.

"Tezuka, Inui - these are our friends Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichirou. Yukimura is the owner and Sanada is the manager. Yukimura-san, Sanada-san, these are our coworkers Tezuka Kunimitsu and Inui Sadaharu," Yagyuu introduced drolly.

"A pleasure," Yukimura offered to the two stoics. "How are you liking the place?"

"Comfortable atmosphere and quality customer service," Inui replied, before noticeably turning his head to look at Kirihara. "For the most part."

"Are you trying to start something?" Kirihara growled.

"Sei-kun! Gen-chan!"

Tezuka threw back another shot as another person joined their ever-increasing party. He wondered if he should check on Oishi - hopefully he hadn't hyperventilated himself into asphyxiation - but doubted he'd be able to walk that far unimpeded. The room was starting to blur and tilt rather pleasantly now.

"You're drunk, Tezuka," Inui sighed.

"Am not," Tezuka mumbled, watching in appreciation as Niou refilled his glass.

"Tezuka?" the new person echoed, cutting off their conversation mid-word. "Tezuka Kunimitsu?"

Tezuka recognized that voice, he was sure of it. It took a minute of squinting and vodka-muddled memory lapses, but eventually the pretty face, soft chestnut hair, and startling sapphire eyes of the man before him became clear and recognizable.

"Fuji?" Tezuka identified carefully.

Fuji looked pleased to be remembered. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Tezuka? You're looking good," Fuji's eyes swept over his form in appreciation.

"Thanks," Tezuka slurred. "You look wonderful. I like your eyes."

Yagyuu and Inui audibly choked.

Fuji glanced at the practically-empty bottle of vodka stationed near his cup. "Rough day at work, Tezuka?"

"I like it rough," Tezuka agreed solemnly.

Inui cleared his throat awkwardly, "I think Tezuka has had enough. I should probably escort him home."

"You don't even know where I live," Tezuka pointed out. "Do you? You don't, right? Have you re-started stalking us?"

"Sadaharu always was a bit obsessive about his data collection," Yanagi mused aloud.

"I did not," Inui replied to his former captain. "I was only going to follow your directions."

"I don't think he'll stay conscious that long," Yagyuu pointed out, obviously amused.

"So you like it rough, Tezuka?" Fuji asked pointedly, taking a seat next to the drunken man and leaning closer with a smile. "Do tell."

"I'm curious as well," Yukimura said smoothly, taking a seat on Tezuka's other side. "You're quite an intriguing man, Tezuka-san. What do you think, Genichirou?"

Genichirou remained standing, lips scowling, but there was a certain gleam to his eyes that didn't look at all displeased.

"I really don't think that's a good idea," Inui interjected on his inebriated friend's behalf. "Tezuka, shall we go? You can sleep over at my place tonight."

Tezuka thought about trying to stand - or, well, tried to think about trying to stand up - before deciding it was far too much trouble. The seat was comfortable, the alcohol was plentiful, and Fuji - or was it Yukimura? Tezuka wasn't sure, both were sitting quite close - smelled nice.

"I think Tezuka should stay," Fuji said. "Let's catch up, ne, Tezuka?"

"Yes, let's," Tezuka agreed. "I'll stay for awhile longer, Inui. Please go ahead and find Oishi." Knowing the mother hen, Oishi had probably ran back home to apologize to Kikumaru for imagined crimes.

"Oishi?" Yukimura echoed questioningly.

"Their hysterical coworker," Niou answered.

"Oishi is not hysterical," Tezuka said sharply, glaring over at the silver-blur that was the other man. "He's...He's- Inui, what is he?"

Inui grimaced, "He's having a fight with his lover currently. I really have to leave now, however - I promised Kaoru I'd be home before the last train."

Tezuka turned to Yukimura, and with all seriousness said, "Even though the name is Kaoru, it's actually a boy. Guy. Man? Inui likes men."

"Tezuka, are you sure you don't want to leave?" Inui tried, flushing.

"No, why would I? I like men," Tezuka said. "And Fuji is a man. With nice eyes."

"Thank you, Tezuka," Fuji chuckled.

Yagyuu snorted, "I can only hope Tezuka remembers none of this. He may kill all of us to preserve his reputation as the sane, normal one."

"Yukimura-san, you have nice eyes as well. And hair," Tezuka added, turning back to the other man.

"I'll be taking my leave, then," Inui said, exiting as the (sober) others bid him farewell.

"Did you know my favorite color is gold?" Tezuka asked Sanada solemnly as he took another sip. He'd been forced onto water recently, but it still wasn't doing much to affect his inebriated state.

Fuji leaned against him as he sat back. "You're a talkative drunk, Tezuka? I never knew."

"We were in junior high, Fuji. We weren't allowed to drink," Tezuka pointed out. He blinked a few times, momentarily forgetting his train of thought as his surroundings became a bit clearer. The bar had already emptied out at this point - it was well past two in the morning now - and even though Yanagi had opted to go home an hour previous (Kirihara in tow), Tezuka was certain Yagyuu and Niou had been sitting across from him. Fuji and Yukimura remained sitting on either side of him, though Sanada had taken a seat in the armchair diagonal to his own sofa seat.

"That didn't stop us from doing other naughty things though, ne?" Fuji said, suddenly very close to Tezuka's ear. Tezuka shivered as he felt hot, moist breath against his ear, but when he tried to lean away, Yukimura was already at his other ear.

"What kind of things?" Yukimura asked, voice low and husky. The tone sent pleasurable spikes down Tezuka's spine, but the hazel-eyed man became distracted as Fuji's hand settled itself on his thigh, fingers tracing an unknown pattern against his inner thigh.

"In second year," Fuji started slowly, smile growing across his lips as Tezuka remained entranced by his fingers. "After school, in the gym closet - he gave me my first blowjob."

Tezuka remembered that. He hadn't intended to do it at the time - he had actually just been about to lecture the other boy about so openly flirting with him during gym class - but Fuji had, like always, turned the situation to his favor. One moment Tezuka was kissing his then-boyfriend, the next he had been persuaded to his knees and was parting Fuji's legs so he could hear more of the other boy's delicious moans.

"It was wonderful, especially for the first time," Fuji continued, fingers trailing up and down Tezuka's inner thigh. Tezuka almost commanded him to go further up - but something was nagging at the back of his mind that such a thing was not a good idea. "Tezuka can do wonders with his mouth."

"I bet it's only gotten better, ne, Tezuka-san?" Yukimura suggested, before his teeth nipped playfully at Tezuka's ear. The office worker started, pleasure spiking straight to his groin as Yukimura began to softly suck and nibble at his already sensitive earlobe.

"I've improved as well, Tezuka," Fuji said, warm hand sliding off his leg as the slender man stood. Tezuka watched with hazy eyes dulled with lust as Fuji stood before Sanada, leaning down with both hands braced on the chair's armrests to engage the man in a deep kiss. Yukimura moved down from his ear to the curvature of his jaw, placing wet butterfly kisses all the while.

Sanada's hands - once settled in his lap - slid under Fuji's shirt. From the way Fuji moaned into their kiss, Tezuka knew those hands were teasing the slender man's nipples. Yukimura had moved to sucking at his neck, biting down at intervals that drew sharp gasps from the bespectacled man.

"Say, 'Mitsu," Fuji purred, breaking away from Sanada to cast lutful eyes over to the other pair. "Why don't you show Gen-chan how wonderful you are with your mouth?"

Tezuka looked back at Sanada. The man's eyes were half-lidded and he was panting slightly from his earlier kiss. He was as tall and broad-shouldered as Tezuka, but his skin was more tanned, his jawline more defined, and his eyes were bright with primal need. He was utterly gorgeous - really, all three men were - but something about this entire thing seemed...wrong.

"Your eyes are brown," Tezuka informed Sanada.

Sanada stood in one fluid motion, striding over to stand before the bespectacled worker. Yukimura returned to his own seat, Fuji coming over to straddle the blue-haired man's lap - although both still had their eyes on Tezuka.

"Fuji has blue eyes," Tezuka continued, before Sanada leaned down to capture his lips. The kiss was brutal - teeth and tongue and saliva - as Sanada's hands undid Tezuka's tie, handing off the garment to a smirking Fuji.

"Sei-kun's eyes are violet," Fuji supplied helpfully.

Sanada broke the kiss before roughly pulling Tezuka up by the forearms. Sanada swapped places with him, sitting down on the sofa next to Yukimura and guiding Tezuka to his knees. Once it looked like Tezuka wasn't going to collapse into a drunken heap, Sanada unfastened his pants.

"Ryoma's eyes are gold," Tezuka said lowly.

"Ryoma?" Fuji didn't recognize the name. Only natural, of course; after junior high, they had split ways, gone on to different high schools, had stopped all contact. Fuji had entered his school's photography club, pursuing what would lead to his future career - he had no connection with the tennis club.

Tezuka blinked, Ryoma's face coming to mind. Dark green hair, big golden cat-like eyes, lips pulled into a haughty smirk, muscles toned from long practice and excercise-

"Ryoma. My boyfriend," Tezuka said, rocking back suddenly. Sanada grabbed him by the shoulders to halt the movement, but Tezuka's hazel eyes were wide now. "This is cheating. I'm cheating on Ryoma?"

"You're drunk," Yukimura countered calmly. "You're drunk, you're horny, we're horny - it's just going to be sex, Tezuka-san. What's sex? Sex is just bodies mingling. How can it be considered cheating when your heart isn't involved?"

Tezuka frowned, mind slowed by alcohol and tempted by lust. "It's still adultery. Isn't it?" He looked to Fuji. Fuji wouldn't lie to him - they had been in love, once upon a time. They had split on good terms. No messy break-ups, no heartache - just acceptance of the fact that they would drift apart in life, probably to never meet again. There'd be no point, no reason for Fuji to lie now. Right?

"Sex does not always mean love, Tezuka," Fuji said with a smile. "Sometimes it's just pure physical release. This is not adulterous."

Sanada kissed him again. Released him. Tezuka settled more comfortably on his knees and leant forward without hesitation.

Tezuka awoke cold.

His entire body throbbed in pain; from the crick in his neck to the tips of toes, it felt like his entire internal system was protesting. His head was throbbing badly enough that Tezuka wondered if it would just explode and put him out of his misery. His throat was dry - his morning breath was anything but pleasant - and his eyesight remained blurred even after he'd opened his eyes.

Glasses, Tezuka remembered. Where had the damn things gone? And where exactly was he? He couldn't really tell, except that he was lying on a wooden floor - completely naked. He knew enough to recognize he'd had sex from the satiated and tired feel of his body that had nothing to do with alcohol consumption, but there were a few pieces missing.

First, this was not his apartment. He and Ryoma had practically had sex on almost every surface in their humble apartment, so he'd recognize wherever he would wake. Second, there was the strange feeling of...utter brutality. His entire body ached, like it'd been put through the wringer. He and Ryoma had wild sex sometimes but never to this degree.

Third, of course, was Ryoma.

Ryoma was not a morning person. On the weekends he never woke up until almost noon - unless Tezuka made him - and despite being such an antisocial punk to almost everyone, Ryoma loved to cuddle. If they were alone, Ryoma would always sit right next to him; in the afterglow Ryoma would lay across his chest, head tucked under Tezuka's chin; and in the morning, Tezuka would always wake with Ryoma in his arms.

"Dammit, where are they?" Tezuka huffed quietly, an unsettling feeling pooling in his chest. If he could just see, maybe he could figure out what the hell had happened last night. Aside from downing copious amounts of alcohol courtesy of Yagyuu's friend-boyfriend-whatever, Tezuka was having trouble remembering anything afterwards.

"Looking for your glasses?" a soft voice inquired.

Before Tezuka could hope to identify the voice, warm hands grasped his own before settling the cold feeling of familiar metal and glass frames in his hands. Tezuka gratefully put them back on, clarity and memories both returning with a vengeance as he met the softly-smiling face of Fuji Syuusuke.

Both were now sitting upright on the floor, clothes strewn about the nearest armchair. The couch Fuji sat propped against held Sanada, sleeping while sitting up, Yukimura's head cradled in his lap while Fuji sat between his legs. Both Yukimura and Fuji were completely naked, and Sanada had managed to pull on some boxers during the night.

Tezuka's brain froze, faltered - completely unwilling to process this information.

I cheated on Ryoma, Tezuka thought internally, shock overcoming him to the point of numbness. I had sex with these men.

I am an adulterer.

Tezuka felt something in his chest twist. He didn't say anything, only turned around and refused to acknowledge Fuji in any way. He stood shakily, picking up his clothes and pulling them on as hurriedly as his shaking hands could muster.

How could I be so weak? Tezuka wondered, anger and disgust flooding his mind, both directed at himself. Where is my tie? - Ryoma will never forgive me! - How can I even face him? Especially like this? - Where is it? - I'm an idiot, a disgusting disappointment - where the fuck is it?

"Where is my tie?" Tezuka managed to grind out, still refusing to turn around and look anywhere near the other men.

Fuji winced. He may not know Tezuka as well as he did before, but he still knew what people barely controlling their rage sounded like. Fuji picked up the desired garment, silently handing it over to the taller man. Tezuka took it without a word of thanks, but Fuji didn't let that irritate him; from the look in Tezuka's eyes, it was clear he was moving on autopilot.

Tezuka grabbed his briefcase from where he had left it leaning against the sofa, never giving Fuji another glance as he exited the bar.

End Chapter 1

A/N: So if you hadn't gleaned it from this chapter - yes, the SanaAtoYukiFuji are a nasty, nasty bunch. (Atobe's busy so he couldn't play in this chapter...) You know what they say: "All men are wolves~" Seriously, though; it's going to get pretty messed up from this chapter on.

On another note: I totally took Artistic Liberties with drunk Tezuka. I am also oddly fond of drunk Tezuka...

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