Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen

Shuichi drowsed for a few minutes after the door clicked shut behind Ryuichi. Yawning, more than a little confused, he shifted until Tohma’s grasp on him slid away. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from the peaceful face, smiling slightly. Remaining silent for long moments, the singer watched the blond until he began to stir. Tohma’s eyes fluttered open, catching Shuichi’s. They looked at each other, the singer feeling peaceful and subdued for the first time in several weeks, the keyboardist open and unassuming.

The tranquility was broken by an unhappy gurgle from Shuichi’s stomach—he blushed brilliantly, and Tohma laughed faintly. “Would you like something to eat?”

Ducking his head, Shuichi nodded slightly. Unselfconsciously, the blond stood, slipping into his slacks before padding barefoot out of the room. Once he was out of sight the younger searched out his clothing, shimmying back into shirt and pants. Walking down the hallway, he followed noises until he came upon an apron-clad cook. He cocked his head a little—why wear an apron if you don’t have a shirt on to protect from stains? It would still help from spills onto your skin, yes, but those were fun. Or at least they were fun to clean off…

Gulping, Shuichi shook his head frantically. He should be ashamed of himself—full of questions, nearly starving, and he still couldn’t help being a pervert. Not that it was his fault, really, he thought as he watched the shifting movements of the other’s back, who wouldn’t? After all, they were such—

He smacked his forehead—not only couldn’t he help thinking of it, but it had to include both of them! Not that that was a new, or anything.

“Shuichi?” Tohma, upon hearing the smack, had turned around and was looking at him. He raised his eyes to meet questioning ones, and realized his thoughts were clear and easy to read on his face. The blond straightened, setting the knife in his hand down. The singer stepped towards him slowly, stopping a few feet away. Tohma closed the distance, tilting his chin up to press their lips together.

The kiss was chaste, gentle. Humming softly, Shuichi traced his tongue over the other’s lips, tasting the blond when he was given access to the cavern. His hands slid over delicate-looking shoulders, stroking up to settle themselves in soft hair. Tohma’s arms slid around his lower back, and he was pushed back. Moaning, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, purring as the older pressed closer. He gasped as he was lifted suddenly, shifting to make himself comfortable in his new position on the counter. He was left staring into thoughtful black eyes, intriguing emotions flitting over them.

The elder slid his hands slowly, tauntingly up his thighs, spreading the singer’s legs as they went. Tohma stepped forward and Shuichi let his knees be cradled on the other’s hips. Happily, he let the blond’s mouth consume his; he gasped, head falling back as his eyes shut when the keyboardist moved forward to crush their groins together. Lips found his exposed throat, licking and nipping as they moved against each other, Tohma biting each time Shuichi cried out.

Hastily, the singer tried to scoot backwards. “Wa—Wait…Stop!”

He was panting, out of breath, and the blond looked at him with hooded eyes, waiting for clarification. The singer tried to calm his breathing, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest, not the nearly frantic want for the one who kept him pinned. Why was he so desperate? The backs of the keyboardist’s fingers slid gently over his cheek before cupping his chin and angling his head to the side, his lips muffling any protests Shuichi may tried to utter again.

Tohma tugged the other’s shirt back over his head—really, had it been necessary to get almost fully dressed so soon?—and smirked at the irritated noise that came from the younger when he pulled at the singer’s pants. Hands scrambled for grip on the counter, struggling not to go sliding off along with the garment. Perhaps in retaliation, fingers tugged at his own, which came undone much easier. No longer gentle, he crushed startled lips under his, holding Shuichi under him as he slid their hips together and bit at his neck. Mewling, Shuichi clutched at his arms, his vision swimming from the sudden onslaught. The blond let up when the singer went limp, tilting his head slightly at the younger’s glazed eyes. Brushing his lips over the other’s in complete contrast to his earlier actions, his hands filtered through the cupboard over younger boy’s shoulder.

Shuichi was practically purring when he poured the cooking oil over his fingers, slipping one into the boy. He received almost no reaction, the younger only biting slightly at his lips in acknowledgement. When the second slid in and he twisted, the other bucked up slightly, his mouth moving away as his head wilted onto Tohma’s shoulder and he moaned. His body protested slightly at the third intruder, but he only whined and shifted closer when the nimble fingers were removed.

Grazing his jaw gently, Tohma hissed out a breath as he slid in slowly, barely aware of the fingers that scrambled at his back as the younger cried out. He moved slowly, fighting the mews and whimpers from the singer that tried to convince him to stop teasing. He groaned as Shuichi shifted, the younger boy spasm when he thrust in sharply. The singer was nearly shrieking as he was repeatedly filled, breathing harshly and writhing under the blond. His nails scratched up the other’s back as he wailed, Tohma stilling above him with a cry.

Raising himself tiredly, the keyboardist helped a sleepy, stumbling singer back into the bedroom, neither thinking of food. They settled next to each other, and Shuichi dredged up enough strength to finally ask some of the questions that had been perturbing him.

“Tohma, do you—“ He gulped as he broke off. How to ask what he wanted to know? “Why did…” He trailed off again before sighing in frustration. He knew what he wanted to ask, but he didn’t know how to ask it… after all, neither of his new lovers had really bothered to explain anything to him. Ryuichi had clarified a few things, yes, but that was Ryuichi…who had, by the way, decided to tie one of his lovers up for the other’s enjoyment only a few hours ago—and hadn’t had very much to do with it himself.

The blond watched the play of confusion across his face. “I will answer anything you ask, Shuichi, but I need to know what’s causing all the anxiety before I can.”

Taking a deep breath, Shuichi decided on something that was fairly incongruous—despite what Tohma had just assured him, he couldn’t bring himself to be so confrontational. “What…just happened?”

A raised eyebrow was his response. “I trust you don’t mean to ask what just happened? Because I should think…”

“Stop it! Don’t do that!” Shuichi furrowed his eyebrows, angry that he sounded like a petulant child and even angrier that both the keyboardist and the singer insisted on treating him like one. “Stop making fun of me! I’m not—“

Fingers pressed against his mouth, and he quieted, still glaring at the blond who for once had the decency to look contrite. “I’m sorry, Shuichi. You’re right— I shouldn’t be mocking you; you must be very confused by everything, hmm?” He smiled at him, gently, smoothing a hand over the singer’s hair.

His irritation fading, Shuichi nodded. “I just…don’t know what’s going on, whether it even should be going on. You and Ryuichi are just so… good together that when he said you both wanted me, I couldn’t—I can’t believe it.”

The helpless look on the younger’s face made Tohma feel slightly guilty… and protective. “Shuichi, I wouldn’t undo the recent events, but I owe you an apology, as well as an explanation. Ryuichi will have to tell you—well, us, actually—his reasons for, at the very least, the way he did things, but until he returns I’ll try to make things a bit clearer for you.”

Shuichi settled himself, curling up between the sheets—just as comfortable as he remembered—and waiting impatiently for the long awaited answers.

“The night I slept with you, I was already slightly drunk when I got to the bar; you, as you may or may not remember, were already very inebriated. You were…convincing in showing your interest, and the alcohol in my system only made it that much easier—I knew that we shouldn’t sleep together, but I did not really… care. The next morning you evidently regretted it, and I reacted badly."

“Reacted badly? You didn’t really react at all!” Shuichi couldn’t help but interrupt, his lingering feeling of resentment needing to be expressed.

“Shuichi, I do not deal well with people. Ryuichi and I work because he is always very obvious in what he wants and has no compunction about how he gets it, and he’s unshakable, even if I say or do something that is easily misconstrued. He trusts that I never mean anything badly, and so I never have to attempt to explain why I did whatever I had done.”

The justification made sense to the younger, despite the fact that he had not actually answered their situation, and Tohma went on, satisfied that he had at least cleared something up for their young lover. “At work the next day Ryuichi realized something was wrong with me—I told him what had happened. I did lie to him, because our relationship is an open one—though admittedly, mostly for him. He thought the fact that I’d slept with you was a splendid development… though the fact that I’d fucked things up was not.” The keyboardist’s voice was wry, acknowledging his singer’s selfishness and the irony in the predicament.

“Ryuichi decided he was going to…make things right... and he asked me if I’d object to trying out a relationship with you as well. I told him I didn’t, but I have to be honest and say that I didn’t really think about it, because I hadn’t considered it as really being a possibility.”

“So, you were okay with having me too, when you hadn’t really thought about it… are you okay with it now?” Shuichi hated how whiny, how clingy he sounded, but he was scared. Even though everything was confusing, the possibility that they’d want him was thrilling. If Tohma was regretting it, all of it…

“Yes, Shuichi, I’m okay with it now.” The blond smiled softly at the open relief that passed over the younger’s face. “Does this mean you’ve decided you want it as well?”

The singer’s eyes widened. “Of course!”

Tohma laughed at the embarrassed expression on the younger boy’s face. The answer had been blurted out, completely undignified. The keyboardist found it endearing. “Anyway, from here I know almost nothing; obviously, Ryuichi managed to get you here, I suppose through some sort of blackmail or semi-kidnapping, yes?”

Shuichi nodded. “How’d you guess?”

“I know Ryuichi’s personality.” The response was sardonic—after all, it would be more truthful to say he knew Ryuichi’s personalities. “You don’t have to explain what happened… in fact, I’d rather you didn’t. Ryu is going to answer for everything anyway, and I’d prefer to hear it from him; if he… misrepresents anything you can set the record straight.” Tohma quieted, done illuminating. If Shuichi wanted to know anything else, he’d have to ask Ryuichi—the keyboardist wasn’t going to volunteer such… private information yet.

Hushed, Shuichi waited for the blond to go on. He believed Tohma—it made sense, when it was all explained, but he was hoping the older would be better than him at getting straight answers from Ryuichi. However, now he wanted somewhat of an explanation as to what, exactly, he had taken part in earlier when Tohma had come home. He was fairly certain why Ryuichi had planned it—it was simple to answer, but the answer didn’t really shed light on anything. Ryuichi had done what he’d done because he knew Tohma would react that way, and he wanted that reaction. He’d even already told Shuichi the latter. The president had been tense, and he’d wanted to loosen him up and play with him. But it didn’t help him understand why Tohma had reacted that way—wouldn’t being tricked and tied up piss someone as controlled as the keyboardist off? Instead, he’d given in to it. Not that he was complaining… And also—why and more importantly how did Ryuichi know the blond would react that way? That idea would fuel his fantasies for weeks…

“Tohma, why did you and Ryuichi… act that way?” He couldn’t bring himself to give details on what he wanted to know… the thought of the vulgar words made him blush, how could he possibly utter them?

The keyboardist sighed. “Shuichi, I think for anything else you’ll need to ask Ryuichi; he’s a bit better at…explaining things than I am.”

Disappointed, the singer nodded. He wriggled closer to the blond, listening to the other’s heartbeat until he’d fallen asleep.
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AN:
Well, here it is! I know I haven't updated any of my stories within the last couple of days, but I hope this helps, since it's long and settles things quite a bit. It took a while, because I wrote the lemon scene twice- once, with Shuichi topping, and then the second is this one. I decided I liked this one better, so this is what you get. I had to choose between sex on the counter and sex on the couch. Tough choice, huh? I'll have to incorporate that in later...

Next, Ryuichi will come home and top Tohma (since that's the only combination of these three that I haven't written yet :P) and then you'll get to hear his side of the story. Then, the plot will have been taken care of completely and I just get to write smut! Woohoo! Of course, it may develop a little plot beyond that, but unfortunately updates will get slower after Chapter Eight or Nine, because I'll have no idea where to go with the story. Fortunately, it will give me more time to work on my drabbles...

Hope you enjoyed this and my other stories, please review!