For All the Wrong Reasons

by Lemon & Chai

Merry Christmas! My Christmas gift is... this fic. -sweatdrop- It's really just the start of a long piece of angst, smut, and drama...

Note: This starts as a YukiFuji fic, with some minor SanaTezu, and quickly spirals into something else. TezuFuji lovers, OT5 lovers, stay tuned.

Characters: Yukimura, Fuji, Tezuka, Sanada, and Atobe. By ore-sama's insistence.

Warning: Bondage, S&M, D/s, and well everything else. Originally posted on aff(dot)net... yeah.

Inspired by kitti-chan and lolistar. SanaTezu parts dedicated to marourin.

Part 1

Fuji whimpered, struggling meekly against the rope that bound his wrists to the bedpost. He dared not speak, however, even as he twisted his legs to try to hide the shameful excitation of his nether region.

They were playing a game, and if he made the wrong noises or movements, he'd be punished.

Thin, cold fingers stroked down his thigh, tantalizing and threatening as sharp nails grew close to his sensitive skin. Glowing fuchsia eyes took in his every breath, every small shift of his body. He felt vulnerable, exposed... fear drove him to play against the deceptively calm beauty poised above him, and play to win.

But the sly grin on the beau's face made it clear that Yukimura was also playing to win.

The day Yukimura learned that Sanada Genichirou was dating Tezuka Kunimitsu was the same day he learned that you could indeed snap a pen in half with only one hand.

That day at practice, Rikkaidai's captain was gentle and firm in his leadership as always, and he made sure to flash his normal count of sweet smiles at each of his teammates, including, of course, his vice captain. He had the regulars run an extra set of laps - after all, they had a tournament approaching, and the pace of training called for an increase. Sanada, of course, being one of their star players, was ordered to take part in an extra series of practice matches after running.

The smile stayed on Yukimura's face even as Sanada made a formal request to leave practice on time, rather then stay with the other regulars. Of course, Sanada had not expected the schedule changes and had already made plans, and it was fine, yes, to come to practice early the next morning as compensation. Yukimura was a perfectly reasonable leader, and sent him off with the same smile.

It was a very particular smile, that to most people seemed sweet, gentle, almost to the point of naivety, and matched with the lithe youth's frail, effeminate composure. But to those who knew him well, especially his black haired teammate, it was the most dangerous smile in his archive - venomous, angry, and daring to be challenged.

Sanada ignored it and left as planned.

He was not missing his long awaited date, just because his ex was having a surge of leftover jealousy. Yukimura no longer had any say over what Sanada did outside of tennis, no matter how dark or threatening those sweet expressions of his were.

A little ways past the school gate, a messy-haired brunette, wearing a traditional black uniform, sat reading on a waiting bench. The expressionless student turned to face Sanada once he grew close, and those serious lips gave a small smile of greeting. Tezuka stood to give his boyfriend a tiny kiss on the cheek, then the two sat to wait together for the bus.

It was late enough in the day that they were the only ones there. Their hands drew close to each other, touching and then overlapping. Sanada gave the warm hand below his a small squeeze, burying his fingers into the sport calloused palm.

When the bus appeared, they were standing in a single file line, a stiff distance apart.

Yanagi had the gull to suggest that, if Sanada had moved on with a new lover, Yukimura do so as well. The data player's legs suffered long and hard the next time they had practice. That, and one of his notebooks was ripped in two.

For the umpteenth time that day, Yukimura went over potential boyfriends in his mind. He hated how Yanagi's suggestions always echoed in his brain and bothered him until he tried them. The close-eyed brunette probably did it on purpose, Yukimura sighed. How annoying.

Tapping his pencil on his desk, he leaned his head against his hand in a gesture of boredom. The math problems on the sheet before him were easy but tedious. He glanced up at the silvery clock over his dresser, willing the hands to move forward so that he'd have an excuse to switch subjects. Actually, the clock was sheathed with platinum, and was an absurdly expensive gift from Tiffany's.

It gave him an idea.

Pulling out his cell phone, he counted to three as it rang then smiled at the punctual click from the other end.

"Hello," Yanagi's irritating voice came clear through the speaker. "Yukimura, I thought you would be calling me soon."

"... Tell me, Yanagi, is Atobe Keigo currently dating?"

"Oh, Atobe..." He heard the shuffling of paper, before Yanagi responded, "good choice, but it seems he finally settled on a new fling after breaking up with Fuji Syuusuke. He lasted a surprisingly long time on one-night stands-"

"Wait...." Yukimura frowned, then switched his cell phone to his other ear. "Fuji Syuusuke... tell me about him. Who is he currently dating? Or... no, start from the beginning, tell me all the boyfriends he's had starting from the first."

There was another pause on the line, some opening of files and much more shuffling of paper, but at least Yanagi didn't ask any questions. Finally the data collector began, "Fuji Syuusuke, junior at Seigaku High, first known relationship during his sophomore year of Seigaku Middle School...."

Perfect, Yukimura smiled as he hung up the phone. So, he had remembered correctly ... after all, Tezuka and Fuji had been one of the hottest gossip topics in the junior high tennis circuit at the time. They were the perfect couple, according to rumors, but obviously not perfect enough. Though Yanagi's data was not clear, they'd broken up some time before entering high school, though no one knew why.

From there, Fuji had a silver line of top-notch lovers, each that he went through in a matter of months. Tachibana Kippei had slipped in shortly after Tezuka, but then apparently dumped the tensai to re-unite with his first and one true love, Chitose Senri, that monster from southern Japan that Yukimura had once had the pleasure to defeat. Then Fuji had some how ended up courted by the one and only Atobe Keigo, which had been a longer and messier affair - there were all sorts of ridiculous rumors from when those two were dating, some of which Yukimura vaguely recalled but had ignored at the time. Niou seemed to think it was his duty to keep the Rikkaidai regulars updated on other team's baggage, and since Yukimura ignored it, Sanada's glares couldn't do much to quell the platinum blond's buckets of evil fun.

The tensai's tango with the monkey king ended a little less than one jerky year after it began, and between then and the present, he'd somehow managed to slip in Shitenhouji's Shiraishi Kuranosuke. That relationship had also ended in failure, when again Fuji lost his boyfriend to another man, this time Shiraishi's long time teammate and friend with benefits, Oshitari Kenya, who'd realized after his waves of jealousy that benefits were less than what he really wanted.

Yukimura almost laughed as he heard of the tensai's rather pathetic luck. Atobe aside, since all things involving the diva were trashy by nature, Fuji seemed to try for all the guys who he'd inevitably lose to others. But there must have been more to the mysterious tensai for him to rope in such high catches time after time.

Actually, Yukimura had never really met the tensai. They'd seen each other, of course, at matches, and knew each other through reputation - and Fuji was as ripe as they come when it came to amassed reputation. But other than the fact he played flawless tennis, Yukimura knew very little about the light-haired brunette.

Everything was perfect. Yukimura wanted a challenge, and he wanted someone who would match his rather unique version of a relationship. Sanada couldn't do it, but Yukimura had a feeling that his new found target could.

Indeed, if Fuji was as enigmatic as the rumors made him seem, then Yukimura would surely not be disappointed.

Wooing Fuji was exactly like taking in an abandoned kitten.

When Yukimura sent the brunette an email, Fuji had replied tentatively, but curiosity drove him to accept the captain's request for a meeting. Yukimura had been purposely vague, and simply given a time and place for their meeting. Oh, and he'd specified a dress code. Casual, he said, but able to blend in anywhere, from the daytime streets to the evening clubs.

For Fuji, that was being offered a hand to sniff with a small colorful treat in it. Even if he didn't like the smell, he just had to know what it was. When his head came forward, Yukimura cupped his hand and gently stroked the kitten's head, in a reassuring act of kindness.

He took Fuji to a small cafe. The tensai showed little surprise other than a murmured 'Hmmm,' and for almost the entire date, had the same simple, close-mouthed smile on his face. The quaint atmosphere and delightful pastries of the shop were effectively charming, which Fuji made sure to mention.

Most of the time they discussed plants. It was a wonderful discovery for both of them that they both dabbled in botany. Fuji was convinced that cactus, despite their prickly outsides, were soft and companionable beneath all those needles. Smiling, Yukimura described his rose garden, the variety of types and colors that not many knew about, and how amused he was whenever visitors wanted to touch the pretty flowers and ended up with bleeding fingers.

He invited Fuji over to see it, and the tensai accepted.

It was his offer of milk.

The kitten entered the house, curious but still a little cautious. Yukimura offered him tea, and they sat outside round an elegant white table in the middle of the rose garden, sipping from British teacups. Fuji asked if it was based off a fairy tale.

No, Yukimura said, but he did like the original Brothers Grimm.

They engaged on the topic of dark lore disguised as children's stories, and Yukimura made the point that throwing the frog against a wall was just as sexual as kissing it.

It wasn't long before Yukimura attached the collar. He used a pretty blue one with a charming little bell, and the kitten purred in delight when it found it was wanted. He fed it, bathed it, and cuddled with it on the bed.

The major difference between a kitten and Fuji Syuusuke was that the tensai lacked a tail. Yukimura took care of that by buying an attachable one, along with a leash and a few other cat toys.

A soft wind blew through the park, gently lifting already messy brown hair and cooling the stoic face of the youth settled on the grass. Tezuka watched the water, enjoying the serene drift of leaves across the pond's surface, while Sanada watched him.

The black haired teenager slowly traced his hand against Tezuka's arm, watching for any change in expression, and saw none as approval to go on. His hand rose until he cupped the other's cheek, and the two leaned into a sweet kiss. They enjoyed the quiet, the soft touches here and there, the moisture and heat between their lips. Sanada tentatively added his tongue, and when the teasing muscle was accepted, their kisses grew long and deep.

There was no toying, no teasing, no attempt to control. Both shared in the cautious exploring, testing the other's willingness, careful not to move too fast or too far.

Sanada sensed his boyfriend's hesitation, and pulled back to examine their surroundings. They'd picked a quiet, empty spot, hidden slightly by trees and some bushes. The cold left the park mostly empty of visitors, but there were still locals passing through or walking their dogs.

"Would you...." Nervously adjusting his cap, Sanada wondered how far he should try his luck. They hadn't gone beyond kissing, and as far as the vice-captain knew, Tezuka had never been with anyone other than Fuji; and that relationship had ended two years ago.

"Yes?" Tezuka turned to him with inquiring eyes, though as always, his expression gave away nothing.

".... Are you hungry? We could go eat..." Sanada inwardly cursed his cowardice. He wondered if relationships were usually this hard... well, he had a little experience from dating Yukimura, but that was a rather...special case. Everything with Yukimura was special.

"Ah." Tezuka stood and brushed himself off, then gave Sanada a hand up. The bespectacled brunette always moved with full confidence. In a way, Sanada envied him for it, but that was what he liked most about his stoic boyfriend.

They went to a sandwich cafe on a busy street corner. Niou or Yagyuu or someone had shown it to him before, and Sanada liked the bread they used. Tezuka never said what he liked. He simply ordered and ate, almost mechanically.

Sanada didn't realize he was staring until Tezuka reached up and brushed a finger against his cheek. Blushing, he looked away, feeling caught.

"Bread crumb," said Tezuka, as if that explained everything. A tender light glimmered in the hazel orbs hidden behind his glasses.

Sanada started chewing down his sandwich, deciding that once he was done, he would definitely ask Tezuka over to his house.

"Oh hey look, it's Sanada!"

Swiftly turning towards the source of the irkingly familiar high pitched call, Sanada groaned at the sight of his team's redhead waving cheerfully at them while popping a gum bubble, and the rest of the regulars crammed in behind him.

Marui bounded over, weaving easily around the crowded tables, followed by Yanagi, while the others went to line up at the counter. Niou looked like he wanted to come over too, but Yagyuu had the platinum blond by the collar, thank god, holding him in check.

"Whoa..." The redhead's eyes widened when he noticed Tezuka.

"I knew it!" Sanada heard Niou exclaim from the other end of the room, "Ten bucks each, guys." There was groaning and shuffling and a very broad smile on the trickster's face. Sanada sighed and glanced at Tezuka in apology, but the other simply shrugged and continued eating his sandwich.

Marui, on the other hand, wouldn't stop blabbering. "I can't believe you skipped out early again-"

"This is only the second time," chimed in Yanagi. To Sanada's chagrin, he seemed to be observing.

"-Buchou's pretty mad. You are SO running laps tomorrow," the redhead finished gleefully.

Frowning, Sanada scanned the line and did a quick count in his head. "... Yukimura's not with you?" He was relieved, to say the least. Just because Yukimura now knew he was dating Tezuka didn't mean he wanted the two to meet. Not any time soon, anyways.

"Nah, he's on a date." Marui started blowing another bubble, oblivious to Sanada's questioning look.

Yanagi checked his watch, then motioned for the redhead to join the others in line. "We should go order-"

"With who?" Sanada couldn't keep the question in, even though he could feel Tezuka's gaze bore into him. Still, the stoic brunette said nothing.

Pop. "You mean you don't know?! Niou's been blabbering about it all day! Yukimura totally scored, he's out with..."

Sanada paced around the coffee table, before sitting on the couch. He buried his forehead in his hands, hiding his face from view.

"He's doing this on purpose." Sanada managed to keep bitterness from poisoning his tone, but he was obviously upset.

Tezuka didn't say anything. He just stood by the couch, watching him.

"It's not a coincidence. He's never even talked to Fuji before. He knows you two were together. This is just like him-"

A hand on his shoulder silenced him, and when Sanada looked up, Tezuka was there, gazing at him with un-judging eyes.

"Calm down."

Sighing, Sanada forced himself to take deep breaths. Tezuka kept a supporting hand on his back, rubbing gently in circles.

"I - ... I'm sorry." Sanada looked away, unable to face the boyfriend he knew he didn't deserve. "You said Fuji and you are still friends..."

" . . . Who Fuji dates is none of my business." Tezuka's eyes disappeared behind his glasses, but his tone was soft.

"A... ah," biting his inner cheek, Sanada felt a wave of guilt. Tezuka probably thought he was being a jerk, ranting about his ex, while the calm brunette let his own past love life slide. "It's, it's just...."

He knew he shouldn't continue, but he couldn't stop himself. Flashes of his past lover, lording over him as he breathed heavily against his bindings, brought an anguished gleam in his eyes.

"Yukimura is a great friend, teammate, leader... but as a lover, he's.... demanding. I'm worried-"

A warm palm fit softly against his cheek, caressing his face and putting a light pressure on his jaw. "Stop."

Sanada gulped, realizing the concern in Tezuka's eyes was especially for him. Tezuka leaned forward and planted a sweet, slow kiss on his lips, and again Sanada wondered what good deed he could have possibly done to deserve this.

"You're right...." Sanada whispered, once they pulled away. "It's none of our business. I'm sorry, Tezuka, for making a big deal about this."

They settled on the couch, licking each other's lips, and Sanada had just managed to get Tezuka to sit on his lap, when he heard the familiar click of the door being unlocked.

They were both frantically studying for an English exam when his mother walked in and asked for help carrying groceries.

"Hmm, this one is interesting." Yukimura pulled another package from the box, and cut off the hard plastic cover. "I suppose you insert this part, and twist it with your fingers here." He spoke with a polite, thoughtful tone as if going over plans for business.

Fuji whimpered from the bed, his voice muffled by a white cloth gag. This time, the ropes went down the headrest to his wrists, then split and wound about his arms and chest, decorating his upper body.

"But I don't know, it's a little annoying that it's manual. The motor is so much more convenient... how do you like it so far?" Smiling amiably, Yukimura examined his captive on the bed, who squirmed in response. Judging by the twitching peak of manflesh bound by a cock ring, the humming dildo was a success.

He turned up the revs on the vibrator and nudged it in a little further. The muffled whimpers intensified into moans. Fuji's legs twisted and kicked, driven wild by his need.

"Now now, settle down. This has to be done in a very meticulous manner," Yukimura cooed, stroking the tensai's stomach. He traced his pinky around Fuji's navel, playing childishly with the inward dip. "That way we can find out what you like, and well," he chuckled, "what I like."

Yukimura looked over the various things from his mail order, trying to decide what they should test today and what should be saved for later.

"So many choices... what do you think about this one?" He pulled out a strip of leather, maybe a foot long and twisted into a chord. The handle fit nicely in his hand, and he tested it on Fuji's stomach with a snap. The brunette yelped beneath the gag as the strip lashed his soft, unguarded skin.

Before Yukimura could test his little whip again, the tensai grew still, trembling only very slightly. Curious, Yukimura leaned over the naked youth, but Fuji rolled on his side and buried his face in the sheets.

Climbing over the tensai and lying on the bed, the genial captain stroked back light brown locks to try and get a better look. "Are you crying?" His tone was curious, friendly, the same as when he asked if Fuji wanted one cube of sugar or two.

Fuji shook his head, but kept his face hidden. Yukimura stroked his hand down the tensai's back, digging in pointed nails when he reached the buttocks. Still, Fuji made no sound, and hardly moved, even when Yukimura started toggling the vibrator.

He crept in closer, nuzzling Fuji's ear with a tiny kiss. Just when he thought he was going to be ignored, Fuji suddenly turned, sliding off the gag, and matched their lips together, drawing them into an instant battle of tongues.

He somehow shifted forward, closing the space between them, and despite his restrains, managed to wrap one of his legs around Yukimura's waist and bring their erections together. The purple haired youth purred in pleasure at the feeling of hardness through his thin pajama pants, a genuine smile growing on his lips as his own length started to ache.

"Okay, okay, you win." He laughed, and sucked on Fuji's neck.

Taking hold of both his and Fuji's cocks in one hand, he rubbed them together until he felt ready to come. Then he swiftly removed the cock ring with his free hand.

Raucous moans tore from the brunette's throat as he came, shuddering and pulsing. Yukimura came along with him, cum splattering on Fuji's stomach and chest and soiling the captain's pajamas.

For a while, they lay panting and wordless, flushed and feeling sleepy. Yukimura petted the back of Fuji's neck, then fondled his hair and cupped around his ears, before giving the brunette a kiss on the forehead.

"Good kitty."

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