Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen

Tohma walked into his apartment, noting that the door was unlocked. Ryuichi, irresponsible as he was, had forgotten to lock it when he'd let himself in—he’d probably come over to see if the blond had any food he’d like. Sighing, he tried to imagine a world where he didn’t have to baby-sit his lover. A smile tugged at his mouth as he found it impossible, and he began to walk towards the bedroom—silence in the apartment meant the singer was probably asleep.

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Panting, he was released from under the older male when he lifted his head as if he’d heard something. Ryuichi smirked down at him before moving away, rummaging quickly for something through the nightstand. Before Shuichi could ask what he was doing, he was shushed. Sighing, he flopped back onto the bed, sprawled nakedly, waiting for the vocalist to find whatever he was looking for. Unfortunately, his spread-eagled appearance was the first thing Tohma saw when the door swung open.

Ryuichi giggled as Shuichi gasped, too shocked and embarrassed to do anything but curl in on himself while Tohma locked eyes with his singer and strode toward him angrily. Ryuichi turned to meet him, not backing down as he drew nearer. At the side of the bed they halted, barely a foot from each other. Both were careful not to look at Shuichi, and he began to creep off the bed.

“It’s okay, Shuichi, you don’t have to run.” Ryuichi’s voice stopped him, the first time he’d ever heard it calm and serious.

“No, Ryuichi, it’s not okay! What are you doing?” Tohma was seething.

Ryuichi smirked at him. “Remember, Toh-chan? You said you’d be far from objecting…” He trailed off as Tohma opened his mouth again.

“You do—mmph!” Ryuichi had apparently found what he’d been looking for. Shuichi gawked as the elder singer slipped a scarf through the president’s lips, the motion looking practiced enough that he began to wonder what he’d gotten himself into.

Tohma’s hands reached up towards his mouth as his eyes narrowed and he tried to step back, but Ryuichi was quicker. Both ended up on the bed, collapsed sideways, and the younger singer heard two clicks in quick succession. Ryuichi moved off the bed, pulling the still-naked Shuichi with him.

“Didn’t you think it would be fun, Shu-chan?” The sight before him was unbelievable. Tohma lay kneeling on the bed, furious, handcuffed around the wrought iron bedposts. They allowed the handcuffs to slide up and down, but not off. He was thoroughly stuck, and Ryuichi had managed to tie the gag. It looked like a wet dream he’d never have had the nerve to imagine…the infuriated glare from their captive was too frightening.

“Ryuichi! He’s furious!” He hissed it out as he moved to hide behind the other, cringing from the enraged black eyes.

Lips pressed towards his ear, the murmur nearly silent. “He’s always furious like this~! But, Shu-chan, he’ll be okay once he lets go. If he was relaxed he wouldn’t be irritated by this at all! Well, maybe that it’s in the middle of the day, but…”

Shuichi scuttled to remain hidden behind Ryuichi as he moved back towards the bed. “Shu-chan, what are you doing?” Ryuichi was blinking at him innocently.

He let out a small whine, and when the elder singer sniggered at him, he pouted. “You’re still partially dressed at least! He’s scary! And I’m naked!” It came out slightly louder than he’d wanted, and Ryuichi laughed; Tohma seemed less angry, looking almost as if he were fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

Ryuichi pulled him forward, swallowing his chortles. “He’s also trapped.”

Tohma’s glower returned full force, but Ryuichi shoved Shuichi down on the bed and straddled him. He ground his hips down into the younger’s, lips trailing over his neck. Moving his head to face the confined blond, the singer’s teeth found a sensitive spot and bit. Shuichi gasped; purple eyes met heated black, fiery from anger and… a hint of lust? Maybe Ryuichi was right…but he was lost, moaning when the singer’s talented mouth finally finished its mark.

Ryuichi stood, divesting himself of his pants, the last article of clothing. “I think something’s wrong here~! Toh-chan’s still dressed!”

Shuichi let out a strange gurgle in response to the sardonic comment; Tohma, unable to speak, emitted something akin to a snarl. Ryuichi giggled again and Shuichi decided then and there that he would never again trust the child-like act; seeing it in such a lewd situation would forever make him think of the affectation as being indecent.

The wicked singer’s hands slid under Tohma, who yanked at his hands, to no avail. The fingers found the top of his pants, and began to undo the clasp. Unthinkingly, Shuichi reached toward the buttons on the shirt. He undid them slowly, reflectively, his gaze fixed on the immobile keyboardist who grimaced at him as he managed to get the last button undone. There, he ran into a problem. He turned to Ryuichi, who he saw had stopped to watch him; he tilted his head, and Ryuichi smiled.

“No, there’s not much you can do with the shirt. The best I’ve ever found…” And he moved forward, hands maneuvering the dress shirt over their captive’s head; it was still around his wrists, kept in place by the same handcuffs that held the blond, but it was a close solution.

Tohma jerked, suddenly, and Shuichi turned to see that his feet were free of the shoes, and Ryuichi was working on his pants and underwear again; the threatening scowl didn’t seem as if it could get more menacing, and Bad Luck’s singer didn’t quite care as much anymore—Ryuichi had been right about everything else so far, and he decided to trust that the keyboardist would forgive them this.

Ryuichi pulled him into a kiss when he sat back on his heels next to him; when they separated, Ryuichi leaned and bit Tohma’s hip, startling the keyboardist so abruptly that he was able to rid him of the pants. Tohma was snarling muffled words, but Ryuichi ignored him. He dipped his fingers into a small tub, and then slid his hands over Shuichi’s; the substance was thick, slick as their skin slid together.

Tohma, watching them, twisted sharply when Ryuichi slipped two fingers inside him. Shuichi heard himself panting, but it was drowned out by a stifled moan from the synth player. Ryuichi’s fingers taunted him, and anger was washed from the blond’s face by lust as his hands dropped him onto all fours and his fingers curled in the sheets. His back arched, a sharp cry coming from him, and Ryuichi hummed, turning towards Shuichi. He watched him coyly, and then pulled him forward.

Watching the nails, too pretty to belong to a guy –like most things about Tohma—scrabble at the sheets, Ryuichi knew Tohma had given in. His body was slack, barely supporting itself, and his eyes had shut, signaling the end to his fighting. He pulled at Shuichi’s wrist, nudging him forwards; he pressed his tongue into the younger’s mouth, and knew when the vocalist entered his lover by the gasp from Tohma and the quick cry issued when Shuichi’s head tossed to the side.

He slid himself under the blond, undoing the knot that held the scarf in place to kiss him. Tongues tangling, the blond was pliant and yielding; let Ryuichi possess his mouth and murmured and purred into his singer’s mouth. Nails drew lines down his back, and he hissed. Ryuichi pulled Shuichi down, angling him carefully. His body pressed deep into the blond, and he turned his head carefully to let their lips meet in a chaste kiss—utterly incongruous, as Shuichi thrust sharply.

Ryuichi wiggled until he lay partially underneath them both; his fingers, still slick with the lube, pressed into the young singer’s body. Shuichi cried out, hips jerking forward into Tohma; the blond was nearly lost, his eyes glazed over and hands curled into fists as he succumbed to the sensations coursing through him. Ryuichi knew they were both close, twisting his fingers again; Shuichi writhed against them both, loud cry almost drowning out Tohma’s desperate call as he thrashed against his bound hands.

Ryuichi wanted; wanted urgently to claim them, keep them as his lovers, only his, screw the open lack of rules he and Tohma had agreed on and prevent them from having anyone but him and each other; wanted to see how loudly Shuichi could moan and how much Tohma would let the younger singer see, how much he’d reveal. The vocalist fought off his desires, watched as both of his lover’s faces contorted and their bodies went limp.

Reaching to release Tohma’s hands, he helped Shuichi nestle in against him; he wasn’t much surprised to see Tohma cradle him instinctively, for all that he was already asleep; he was close to Ryuichi’s size, after all, and the keyboardist had held him in his sleep for years.

Leaning down to brush a kiss against the fuzzy singer’s forehead, he gently disentangled himself from the clutching hand. “I told you—I’m needed at the studio this afternoon. I’ll be back later.”

Letting out an unintelligent mewl, Shuichi tried to force his voice to work. “What about Tohma? When he wakes up? And--?”

Ryuichi pressed two fingers against his open mouth. “Shhhh. Go to sleep! I’ll be back soon, and then…well, Tohma won’t be difficult after this, but he will make us ‘talk’.”

Shuichi snorted at the strange expression that accompanied Ryuichi’s statement, and kissed lightly at the fingers against his mouth. He yawned widely, eyes slipping shut as Ryuichi moved to get dressed.

Fully clothed, the singer looked back at the two wrapped around each other. Shuichi had turned to cuddle into Tohma, who held him as if he were precious, something to be protected. He felt himself smile; partially from tenderness, yes, but part of him was wondering just what the two would get up to before he returned that evening. As he tore himself away to walk out of the apartment, he thought drolly that he probably had the same expression he’d seen his blond lover give when they were coiled around each other.

He sighed. He was in for a deep, deep hurt if this didn’t work out the way he wanted it to.

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AN:
Oh. My. God.
Pure smut. Oh, and not just that! Pure kinky smut... and some fluff for good measure! I so did NOT write this. Not me. Never! Not in a million years, no way! Nuh-uh!!

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I can't believe I wrote this. And this is AFTER I toned down the kinkiness. *sigh*
Well, at least the worst part's over... right? After all, the next chapter just includes more Shu/Toh smut, and then, in Part 2, Ryu/Toh smut. And then, Ch. 8, an under-the-desk blowjob! In front of people!

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I'm deranged. *sigh*