Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen

As soon as Shuichi got back he was cornered by Hiro. “What are you hiding?”

Shuichi gulped. “Do we have to talk about this now? Don’t we have to practice?”

“No, you’re not getting out of this. Suguru-kun saved you earlier, but you’re going to tell me why you were out if you weren’t sick. If K or Sakano interrupt, you get to finish after practice.” The guitarist pinned him with a look and pushed him into an empty chair.

Looking at his friend, the singer realized he probably had no hope out of this one. Nobody else was in sight, and Hiro was starting to look angry by his silence. “Umm… I slept with Ryuichi and Tohma again.”

The redhead just stared at him. After several seconds with no response, Shuichi waved a hand in front of his face. “Hiro? Hi~ro?”

It was smacked away. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

Offended, the ‘best friend’ looked away. He hadn’t changed! He was just… acting weird. So what of it? People did that. Look at Sakano! He’d have believed it of K, but their producer…?

“Shuichi, don’t get upset. I’m just saying… you were shocked the first time you did it with Yuki. Now you’ve told me that you’ve slept with Seguchi Tohma and Sakuma Ryuichi… and not separately, either, and seem fine with it. What do you want me to think?” The guitarist was shaking his head in bewilderment.

“I know it sounds bad!” He couldn’t stop the sniffle. “I just… they’re both so… and Ryuichi didn’t give me a choice! Not really!”

“You know I don’t care what you do as long as you’re happy. I’ve never blinked at anything you’ve done. But, Shuichi… do you really know what you’re doing? Why would two people who’ve been perfectly happy together so far suddenly include someone who’s over a decade younger? How do you know it’s not a game or something?”

The vocalist pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. Hiro had just asked him the questions he wanted to know the answers to. But really, they’d already been answered, hadn’t they? At least as much as it was fair. He didn’t have a right to come into their lives and demand to know everything they’d done for the last several years. And for all that Tohma had scared him, Ryuichi really had cured him of it. The blond remained as much of an enigma, but now he was a harmless one; even more than that, the offer of solving his puzzle was nearly addicting, drawing Shuichi as surely as Ryuichi’s sneaky plans and mischievous behavior. Both lured him, but how to explain that to Hiro?

And that would hardly seem like justification to his friend, but he’d never done anything that wasn’t spur-of-the-moment. He didn’t know how to live any differently, and right now what he wanted most in the world was to follow this through and see where it took him. He’d never been afraid of any of this with Yuki, and Tohma and Ryuichi had both less and more potential of it than his ex-lover. With the two of them, their behavior could almost always be explained by the other, he was sure of that. There would be no more confusion, no more crying to Hiro for explanation if something goes wrong and he needs to know why. But with the two of them, the risks were greater as well. It was hard enough to remain compatible with one person. Two? You’d be out of your mind. But then again, he’d never been particularly sane. If something went wrong, he’d alienate his boss and one of his closest friends. But…

“Hiro, I don’t think this is a trick; don’t you think that’d be going too far? I just… want to see what’ll happen. I like them; probably more. And I didn’t start this bit of it. Ryuichi did. And as for why now and why me? I dunno. Maybe they don’t either. But I’m not the first one, I know that. Tohma told me that their relationship had always been partly open, because of Ryuichi. So, honestly? I have no idea what I’m doing; I know it’s not smart, but I don’t care! I’m gonna do it anyway!” And the end of this spiel, he jumped to his feet, glad he’d at last come to a conclusion himself. He really didn’t care. Not about their past, not about why.

The guitarist laughed quietly. “You know, you’re the only person I know who could go from agonizing way too much about the little things in this whole business to not freaking about the entire situation—which, by the way, is so strange I wouldn’t believe it would even be possible if this wasn’t you.”

Shuichi clung to his friend happily. “I knew you’d understand! Thank you, Hiro!”

“Okay! Back to practice!” And shots ricocheted by their heads.

Before any more damage could be done a frightened technician came in. “Um, excuse me? The president has requested to see Bad Luck in his office as soon as possible.” He ducked out almost before he’d finished speaking.

When everyone in the room looked at him, Shuichi flushed and glared. “I don’t know!”

They filed out, Sakano muttering under his breath about the possibility that Seguchi-san had decided to fire them all. Hiro snickered under his breath and murmured something about the producer being behind on recent events and not knowing that the president wasn’t likely to fire someone he and his lover were fucking. Thankfully, Suguru seemed as unnerved by this comment as Shuichi was angry, and the redhead was hushed before the vocalist had to lay into him.

After several minutes outside the office, a couple of men in business suits exited the office. “He is ready to see you now.” The secretary was polite but distant, not even looking at them as she continued typing away.

Shrugging at each other, they let themselves in, filing over to stand in their usual spaces in front of the desk as they waited for the blond to set down his pen and acknowledge them. Shuichi, expecting it to be odd, found it surprisingly easy to act indifferent when he met his lover’s eyes—the mask of aloofness was the key, he suspected, but was rather pleased as he realized he could—well, not see through it, but see how false it was. It made him feel a lovely warmth, and he didn’t bother to analyze why quite yet.

It quickly became clear that while the band may have been called, the president mainly wanted to speak to K and Sakano about a possible upcoming tour. Since all three of them had already discussed it, the three band mates had nothing to input. The short conference was nearly already over.

“Sakano-san, I’ll need you to send me a possible itinerary. We’ll start from there and choose which locations should be visited.”

“H-hai.” The producer bowed jerkily, as off-balance as ever, and the blond reached over to the side for a paper; presumably something that would need to be filled out to formalize it. Mostly turned from them, the blond showed a quick flicker of shock, his hand fumbling over his desk. Shuichi watched, his head cocking and he wondered what had happened. His eyes had widened, his whole body had tensed—he’d covered it quickly, and indeed, nobody else had noticed. But…something had occurred.

“Fill out this sheet of paper and submit it with the itinerary. I’d like it within the week.” He seemed to be fighting something off, his eyes tense and unyielding; his attention, however, was focused somewhere else entirely.

“Hai!” Really, how did Sakano manage to survive? He was so… skittish. And with K, furthermore!

“That will be all, thank you.” Apparently, nobody else found anything strange in the abrupt, almost rude dismissal.

Shuichi hung back, waiting as they all departed the office. Hiro looked back, but the singer waved him off; the redhead complied, scowling at him slightly. Hesitantly, Shuichi walked behind the desk. “Tohma, is…are you alright?”

Black eyes met his, and then there was a loud thud. Shuichi jumped…it sounded as if the blond had kicked his desk!

But he hadn’t. He’d kicked someone under his desk. The muffled swearing coming from a familiar voice made Shuichi lean down to look, since he hadn’t received an answer from the strangely distracted president.

A hand yanked him to his knees. He was now under the desk and situated neatly next to Ryuichi. “Shu-chan!”

“Ryuichi... what—?” and he cut off, seeing what was going on.

Above them, the next appointment walked in, and saw and heard the deep breath and tenseness that coiled in the president as he tried to act normal as his singer’s tongue went back to trailing up his length. Shuichi gulped, any doubts of the blond’s restraint firmly slaughtered.The elder singer’s horribly wicked tongue swirled around the tip before his mouth engulfed it; on his thigh, Tohma’s hand curled into a fist. Shuichi didn’t doubt why Ryuichi had been kicked. The president was still acting reasonably normal, but Bad Luck’s singer couldn’t focus on what he was discussing.

A hand slid to cup his head, and Ryuichi’s mouth pressed his open. Their tongues twined together and Shuichi tried to follow the musky taste. When they separated, the younger already flushed as the elder grinned at him, he realized he’d been tasting Tohma. The ring-clad hand that hadn’t replaced his mouth found Shuichi’s smaller one. He watched mindlessly as it was placed above the other on the throbbing member. In a daze, he leaned forward, licking experimentally across the tip.

He’d never given a blow job before. Touching the blond was nothing new; he’d masturbated plenty of times. But this…

Ryuichi’s tongue brushed against his. Above them, the blond’s breathing was hitching, becoming more and more labored. The elder vocalist pulled back slightly to press his lips to Shuichi’s ear. “Do you think he’ll make it until this person leaves?”

Shuichi met his eyes; simultaneously, they grinned. As they quickened their pace, Tohma began to shudder. His hand was clutching desperately at the edge of the desk—it was barely visible above them. The door clicked shut, and the blond came; Ryuichi swallowed it. He kissed the younger quickly, letting him taste the blond fully before they crawled out from under the desk.

“Toh-chan?” The blond was staring at them blankly.

Shuichi tried. “Tohma?”

Both were whacked over the head. “What…?” He took a deep breath. “Shuichi, you might want to keep in mind that most people would classify Ryuichi as insane.”

Shuichi giggled and nodded as Ryuichi pouted. He’d understood what he’d meant though. He was supposed to avoid taking hints about what was appropriate. Stepping back towards the door, he was pulled down to a gentle kiss from the blond, then pushed back firmly. “You have work to do.”

Seeing how the other vocalist was pinned with a glower, Shuichi scampered out of the room. He’d avoided trouble this time, but he wasn’t about to push his luck. Grinning happily, he made his way down to the studio, reflecting that he’d made the right choice in just going with things.

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“Ryuichi, why do you insist on hiding under my desk to do that?” Tohma was angry, but rather resigned. The singer wasn’t about to change now.

“Why haven’t you learned to check for me yet?”

There was no answer. He’d won! Tohma could’ve looked…but he never did. Subtle encouragement, maybe? Ryuichi doubted it. That would mean admitting it to himself, and the blond wouldn’t. Denial though; that he could do.

Sitting happily on his lap, he listened to the complaints that he’d gotten Shuichi involved. “Don’t worry; he’s still too shy to be a problem.” He smirked. “But I swear, he’s like a virgin about most things!” Pouting slightly, he nestled his head into the keyboardist’s shoulder.

“He’s not like a virgin about most things, Ryu.” The voice was gently chiding, reminding the singer that the younger boy had only had one lover, besides them. “For how little he’s used to, I’m surprised you haven’t scared him off.”

Ryuichi laughed. “Toh-chan, you’re clueless. This isn’t going to scare him off. This is the best form of encouragement! But, you know… I think there’s still more educating to do.”

Hands petted over his head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Uh-huh! So, my place tonight! I’ll get stuff, you get him; okay? Good!” Bouncing out of the room, the singer began to decide what they should do to their new addition.

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AN:
Well, it’s two days late. I know, I know. But I keep getting embarrassed with smut! I’m like: “I can’t write that! I… URGH!”

Sigh.

Boy, this sounds familiar, huh? Well, I promise that there will be updates to the drabbles in two days. They’re already written. But heads up. After probably the next chapter, this story will be done.

Probably.

That means that I won’t work on the next chapter. But, if something bites me for smut that needs to be written, guess where it’ll be put!

On the upside, I’ll post the drabbles much more often and I’m gonna start a new story soon. However, if you don’t read those other ones, it’s sorta the end for you. Sorry!

Read and review! And tell me what you’d like to see in the next chapter—I’m considering writing different versions so it can be sort of a choose your own ending. So, input is needed. If I don’t get any, you get one ending the way I’d write it. Which is not nearly so good as two or even three endings written with what you’d like. See my point? Good!