Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen

Trotting up the stairs, Ryuichi let himself into the nearly silent entryway. The ‘small task’ this afternoon had turned into a full procedure, and it was late evening; nearly nine o’clock. He wondered what Tohma and Shuichi had gotten up to; he knew they hadn’t slept all afternoon. He peered into the kitchen and raised an eyebrow. Chopped fish and vegetables lay out on the counter and there was a frying pan with oil already in it off to the side. Thankfully, the stove wasn’t on.

He could faintly hear water start running and he turned towards the bedroom. Pushing the door open, he was greeted by the sight of a half-shut bathroom door and a bundle of breathing blankets on the bed. Tiptoeing as quietly as possible, the singer sat slowly next to the burrowed sleeper. He had knew it was Shuichi: for one, Tohma never slept like that; and secondly he doubted the younger vocalist would be quite comfortable enough to use the blond’s shower without permission—which he couldn’t have been given if it was Tohma who was sleeping. Reaching over, he moved the heavy blankets off of the younger boy’s head. He smiled at the quiet murmur he received and leaned over to place a kiss on the sleeping singer’s cheek before standing.

Creeping to the door, he peeked around it cautiously. Tohma was already under the water and had his back to the door, fortunately for Ryuichi. The conniving brunet slipped in, closing the door behind him with a nearly silent snick. He shimmied out of his clothes, glad that the shower had fogged up enough that he wasn’t easily visible. He pulled open the glass door, stepping into the steaming warmth. The blond, startled by the barely discernable brush of cool air, turned sharply to face him.

They watched each other soundlessly. The keyboardist, standing directly under the spray, had millions of rivulets running down his body; Ryuichi watched them as he waited for him to speak.

“Ryuichi…” It was a gentle exhale of his name, and in it he heard everything—the questions: what had they done and why; the quiet reproof of his machinations; the unquestioning forgiveness because of the ever-present awareness that he just was who he was.

He smiled in response, eyes lighting up. He’d gotten what he’d wanted, after all; Shuichi had stayed, and his closed-off lover had obviously been able to show himself as human enough that the younger had been compelled to stay, even without Ryuichi there to blunt the stab of fear and uncertainty about them.

Ryuichi looked pleased with himself, but he also looked relieved. Genuine happiness shone in his eyes, and Tohma realized he liked Shuichi much more than he’d let on. Hands stroked through his hair, massaging his scalp and neck. Sighing, he relaxed his head back as the singer continued to pet him. Ryuichi had always been fascinated by his hair, and once in a while Tohma would catch himself mimicking the other’s habit. He suspected he probably did it without realizing it occasionally as well.

“Toh-chan…”

The quietly murmured pet name seemed to mock the tone he’d used earlier. An incongruous, childish call, it was meant to claim an attention that was far from innocent. Opening his eyes, Tohma wasn’t surprised to find himself nearly nose to nose with his singer, who smirked at having regained his attention before angling their heads to slide his lips against the blond’s mouth.

Their tongues brushed against each other’s teasingly as Ryuichi pressed Tohma back against the slick shower wall. The cool tile on his back made him shiver, and he jerked the brunet flush against him. Tongues tangling fully, Ryuichi’s hand stroked down his body, finding and pinching a sensitive nub before slipping down to his length. Gasping, Tohma was turned around and he pressed his hands flat on the wet tile. The singer stroked him as he slid against him impishly, finally entering in a long smooth slide that made the keyboardist bite his lip to muffle a cry.

Their bodies fell into the well-known rhythm as the blond’s fingers scraped against the wall and Ryuichi bit at his neck and shoulders. Clumsy fingers laced themselves with desperate ones as Tohma’s back arched and he came, eyes shut and mouth open silently as his head fell back onto the other’s shoulder. The brunet released the keyboardist’s skin from between his teeth to avoid biting down when his eyes clenched and he fought back a wail.

Legs giving out, Ryuichi sank to the bottom of the tub while Tohma, walking unsteadily, turned off the water and walked off, only to reappear a few seconds later. The singer smiled happily as he was given the fuzzy bathrobe he liked so much. He forced himself to stand and follow the blond, fighting the urge to sleep where he lay.

Once in the bedroom, they had to work carefully to uncoil the sleeping Shuichi so they could get between the sheets. Ryuichi wiggled so he was half-sprawled on the younger boy, a leg draped over him and his arm wrapped around the delicate shoulders, then pulled at Tohma until he’d moved to hold him. Thus arranged, they prepared to go to sleep.

Just as the blond’s breathing began to deepen and even out, Ryuichi remembered the food on the counter. “Na, Tohma?”

A quiet groan was his only response.

“Tohma!” He was careful to keep it to a low hiss—he didn’t want to wake Shuichi.

“Yes, Ryu?” Tohma sounded exhausted.

“What did you and Shu-chan do while I was gone?”

A sigh; then, “What do you think?”

The singer couldn’t help a small giggle. “Did you really do it on the counter?”

“Yes; it wasn’t very difficult, actually.” Tohma ended the small statement with a snort.

Calming, Ryuichi lightly stroked Shuichi’s face. “What did he want to know?”

The blond’s lips pressed against the nape of his neck briefly, eliciting a hum. “I told him about the night we first slept together, and I explained everything the way you would have.” Ryuichi smiled softly. “He also wanted to be reassured that we both wanted him. Other than that, you’ll have to answer everything—like, for starters, why you had to do it the way you did?”


The singer met questioning black eyes over his shoulder. “I won’t tell either of you why, but once I explain you to him, it will make sense. You’ll have to figure it out yourself. And really, you should be ashamed for leaving all the difficult questions to me…though that may have been a good thing.”

Tohma frowned at him, but both were too tired to pursue it any further. Eyes fluttering shut, Ryuichi purred contentedly as Shuichi snuggled closer to them.

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Yanking a pillow off his face, Shuichi stared at a bright ceiling. He distinctly remembered waking up in the middle of the night to find both Tohma and Ryuichi next to him, so why was he alone now?

Sitting up, he saw his clothes neatly piled on the end of the bed—the blond’s handiwork, obviously. The messy note on top, informing him that they had to go to work and he had to be in by ten was just as obviously Ryuichi’s contribution.

Shit.

Ten? That meant he had…oh, about seven minutes to get dressed and make the twenty minute commute. He’d be late, that was for sure. On the bright side, K didn’t know where he was, so he couldn’t get shot.

Unless Tohma or Ryuichi told him…

Shuichi ran.

Fifteen minutes later he slammed into the elevator of NG, proud of his new-found ability to dress while sprinting. Once the doors opened, he tromped into his studio, hollering out a general greeting to anyone who might be listening. Suguru, behind his keyboard, flinched and glared at him. Hiro smiled.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better.”

“Better?” Shuichi echoed. He was confused. Had he been sick?

“Sakuma-san told us you were ill yesterday; since you left early the day before we assumed…” Suguru’s explanation trailed off when he saw the apprehensive expression on the singer’s face.

Hiro cocked his head. “Did something else happen? Or were you really sick?”

Shuichi, laughing nervously, decided he really didn’t want to explain right now. “No, no, I just got really tired is all. I stayed in bed almost all day yesterday.”

He managed not to blush at the double entendre, and at least he’d told the truth. Unfortunately, the look the guitarist gave him told him that the redhead had caught the double meaning.

“Let’s practice!” He grabbed the microphone, waiting for the other two to follow suit. Hiro’s questions would have to wait until he’d had his own answered.

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A couple hours later his band mates and he had been sent off to lunch by a mysteriously distracted K—he hadn’t even noticed Shuichi was late. Suguru had led Hiro away somewhere; Shuichi found it a little odd—why were they so close lately? He’d have to ask his friend—but he wasn’t going to question his luck. Now he was torn between seeking out Ryuichi to get answers and hiding until they came to get him. He still felt that walking up to one of them to fire questions at them about their relationship together—the only thing he was still unsure of—was too presumptuous. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t just some sort of…distraction or something. He didn’t want to think he was, but there was still a small nagging voice in the back of his mind that refused to be distracted by all the awesome sex.

“Shuichi!”

Ow. He’d barely opened the door of the studio before he’d been flattened. “Ryuichi?”

He was helped to his feet and then dragged behind the elder as he dashed down the hallway. In the elevator, Shuichi tried to catch his breath. “Ryuichi? What are we doing?”

Ryuichi winked at him and put his finger to his lips, shushing him. Then the doors opened and the vocalist leaned out carefully, checking both directions carefully—for what, the younger didn’t know. Suddenly, they were scurrying for the entrance, the startled cry of a secretary coming from the front desk. “Sakuma-san! You’re not supposed to—“

And they were out in the Tokyo streets and deemed safe by Ryuichi because he was cheering about having ‘made it’.

“Ryuichi? What aren’t you supposed to do?”

The singer blinked at him before laughing carelessly. “Toh-chan gave an order to everyone in the building that I’m not allowed to leave, because I always sneak off.” He was utterly, perfectly matter-of-fact, not guilty at all.

“Then shouldn’t we go back? We’ll both get in trouble…” He could imagine the pursuit now.

Ryuichi pouted at him. “I told you to stop being afraid of Tohma! He won’t do anything to you!”

Shuichi, startled, realized he hadn’t though of a threat from the president at all. “I was thinking of K-san.”

“K’s too busy with Sakano to chase us right now. Besides, we’ll go back after lunch!”

Bad Luck’s vocalist barely registered what the other said as a wonderful smell assaulted his nostrils. They had gone to a small, surprisingly loud restaurant that served foreign food, and Shuichi was reminded that he hadn’t eaten for a day and a half. He and Ryuichi both ordered a hamburger from the waiter, and the elder entertained them with Kumagoro for a few minutes until their food arrived. The bunny was set aside and the brunet’s full attention focused on him as they ate.

Finally, curiosity—and maybe a bit of paranoia—won out over trepidation. “Why are you watching me?”

“Is it bothering you?”

“Yes.” Great. They were doing this again.

“I was wondering when you’d start asking questions.”

Shuichi snorted. “Do we have to do this question-answer thing?”

The elder smiled apologetically. “No, it’s just fun. Ask away!”

“Why did you decide you wanted me?”

“Do you mean wanted you to be with both of us?”

Shuichi nodded.

“I’ve liked you since we first sang together. But I didn’t want to just sleep with you, and anything else was impossible, because of both Tohma and Yuki-san. And really, you didn’t seem much interested beyond the obsession as a fan. But then, a few months ago, you were and when I found out Tohma’d slept with you…” He trailed off, and Shuichi nodded.

“Why…last night…Tohma…” He couldn’t say anything, really—he didn’t actually know what had happened, and it was help understanding he was asking for.

Ryuichi laughed wickedly. “Why did Toh-chan like being tied up and fucked?”

“Shh! Don’t say it like that, and not so loud!” A lady walking by their table had looked at them oddly.

Nittle Grasper’s vocalist leaned towards him. “It’s wrapped up in Tohma’s other personality traits. He’s always so controlled, has to be, and he tries so hard to take care of the people he cares about. Eventually, he gets wound so tightly by the stress from all of it that he doesn’t know how to unwind. So, I help.” A giggle. “And like I said, it’s fun!”

Shuichi, about to ask about their relationship, was startled when he was bopped with Kumagoro and informed they had to leave. Following the brunet back to work at a more sedate pace than when they’d left, he couldn’t help but begin to wonder if the relationship, impossible as it seemed, could just maybe work.

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AN:
Okay, well, I feel stupid. This chapter was originally two, which is why it was so long. But I went to type up the second half, and realized that I’d never POSTED the first half. Dur. So, I just joined them and you get a extra long update to make up for the fact that I’m an idiot and it’s been twice as long as it should’ve been for the next update on this. Heh. Oops.

Yeah, this conversation was awkward to write. It’s over now, though. Go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bondage_(BDSM) for my frame of reference for Ryuichi’s explanation. Sorry it took so long, and the next chapters in both drabbles will be up tonight/tomorrow, depending on when I want to type them up.

Please review!