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May. 31st, 2006 05:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaFor the people who freinded for hot YukiFuji.... It's not sex, I'm too tired for that.
Fuji couldn't put his finger on quite why he stayed under Yukimura's thumb. He couldn't say it was for the same reasons as some of Yukimura's pets. He wasn't loyal to the other like the Rikkai tennis team, nor had he sought Yukimura out for sexual exploration like Dan, An, Atsushi, or Oshitari. Fuji had come upon Yukimura at a party in highschool, sitting by himself. They had talked, flirted, and decide eachother was better company then their respective dates. When the time came for the party to end they'd already found themselves at Yukimura's house.
Fuji was drunk. Yukimura wasn't. Fuji wasn't tipsy for long.
And even then, Fuji wouldn't call it rape. Though definition wise it ws. But Fuji didn't see it that way and didn't report it, no matter how sore his ass was or how hard it was to walk. Yukimura showed up outside Seigaku a month later looking for him, offering to 'walk Fuji home'. They'd gotten to Fuji's house, but by that time Fuji was convinced that packing a bag and going to Yukimura's would be best. He missed school the next day, because Yukimura had left Fuji tied up while he went about his own business. He and Yukimura got along well, because as much as their scarcasm would bite eachother Fuji knew that Yukimura was top dog. Their only serious fight had been over Fuji's collge choices. Yukimura won the argument because Fuji couldn't take another hour strapped to the fucking machine.
Giving in then was th first of many changes. Yukimura controlled his classes, his diet, his clubs. They moved intogether and Yukimura gained more power over him. Fuji found his contact with others decreasing as Yukimura become his world. He watched as it all happened, knowing he should fight it but not feeling the need.
As Yukimura whipped him in front of the bondage club Fuji couldn't wish for any other life but the one he was living.
Fuji couldn't put his finger on quite why he stayed under Yukimura's thumb. He couldn't say it was for the same reasons as some of Yukimura's pets. He wasn't loyal to the other like the Rikkai tennis team, nor had he sought Yukimura out for sexual exploration like Dan, An, Atsushi, or Oshitari. Fuji had come upon Yukimura at a party in highschool, sitting by himself. They had talked, flirted, and decide eachother was better company then their respective dates. When the time came for the party to end they'd already found themselves at Yukimura's house.
Fuji was drunk. Yukimura wasn't. Fuji wasn't tipsy for long.
And even then, Fuji wouldn't call it rape. Though definition wise it ws. But Fuji didn't see it that way and didn't report it, no matter how sore his ass was or how hard it was to walk. Yukimura showed up outside Seigaku a month later looking for him, offering to 'walk Fuji home'. They'd gotten to Fuji's house, but by that time Fuji was convinced that packing a bag and going to Yukimura's would be best. He missed school the next day, because Yukimura had left Fuji tied up while he went about his own business. He and Yukimura got along well, because as much as their scarcasm would bite eachother Fuji knew that Yukimura was top dog. Their only serious fight had been over Fuji's collge choices. Yukimura won the argument because Fuji couldn't take another hour strapped to the fucking machine.
Giving in then was th first of many changes. Yukimura controlled his classes, his diet, his clubs. They moved intogether and Yukimura gained more power over him. Fuji found his contact with others decreasing as Yukimura become his world. He watched as it all happened, knowing he should fight it but not feeling the need.
As Yukimura whipped him in front of the bondage club Fuji couldn't wish for any other life but the one he was living.
