Altered Threesome

This fic starts during Ryuhou and Tachibana’s time in HOLY, before Kazuma started making himself a threat. Later, the story will jump ahead in the timeline. Typical fanfiction disclaimers--I don’t own the boys, but please don’t sue me. ^.^

Italics for thoughts

Sorry about the recent troubles with parts of the fic being erased. I don’t have an answer, but I hope within the next few days to have everything fixed. Thanks for your patience!


Altered Threesome
Chapter 3

“You’re the one who suggested we leave to begin with,” he reminded his company, but he really did feel better now that they were in privacy. He was glad when he felt the heat sliding back up his spine, provoked by the soft but insistent press of Tachibana’s lips, the fitting of their bodies together. “In any case, I’m…all right.” He was a little disappointed, however, that they weren’t by the wall anymore—he’d liked having that stability to lean against. I suppose that leaves…. “Do you…” He hesitated only a moment. “…want to go to the bedroom?”

Tachibana couldn’t help a laugh, though maybe part of it came from a bit of surprise and uncertainty. “Don’t waste any time, do you?” Still smiling, he pulled Ryuhou into another kiss, this one deep and wonderfully slow, and he leaned into the elder’s stronger body. “But then, that’s why we came here, right?” Though…it is a bit fast. Not that I haven’t gone fast before--I just didn’t expect it from someone like him.

By the time Ryuhou separated their mouths, he’d almost lost the words he’d intended. “If you don’t think we should…” he began, trailing gradually off. A tiny shudder went through him. “We don’t have to do too much,” he tried again, unconsciously licking his lips. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly felt so desperate for any contact Tachibana would allow him; every touch seemed to awaken something new and exciting in him, a kind of feeling he thought he’d lost somehow.

Strangely, he was reassured by the returning of Ryuhou’s nervousness. “I never said no,” Tachibana pointed out, taking a deliberate step forward and pushing the other towards what he guessed was the bedroom. He slid his hands down over the elder soldier’s chest, keeping his gaze as he continued to push him back. “We can do whatever you want,” he replied bravely, just barely whispering his lips over Ryuhou’s.

Ryuhou started to kiss him back; Tachibana pulled away slightly, coaxing him to try and close that new distance. “Tachibana….” He took hold of the boy’s wrists as he guided them into the next room. He was again a little embarrassed by the state of it, if only because it was so plain; a bed, a dresser, a table, and not much else. But that hardly mattered now, especially when he felt his calves knocking against the mattress.

It’s funny. He got so worked up before, I think he was ready to hump me through the wall. Now he…looks so small, somehow. Tachibana chuckled and gave the other a light shove, forcing him to sit on the mattress. Smiling, he began to peel off his T-shirt, continuing to move closer until his knees were against the bed, standing over the other.

Ryuhou watched him very carefully, his eyes shining and intense. He wanted this--he was already reaching to undo the buttons of his uniform, slipping it off his shoulders. That accomplished he reached up, sliding his hands to Tachibana’s hips. “You seem a lot more experienced with this than I am,” he remarked idly, tracing the shapes of his ribs.

He shrugged, dropping his shirt and pausing to watch the other from his higher vantage point. “I’ve been with a few people before, before joining HOLY.” Though…maybe he won’t like that. He might think I’m easy, especially when we’re already here. Tachibana tried to push those thoughts aside to instead run his hands through Ryuhou’s thin, soft hair. “It’s been a while, though, since people here are a little…less than social.”

“Yes…that’s true.” He hadn’t truthfully thought of it that way before; everyone was focused, intent on their training. There simply wasn’t time—or even the motivation, sometimes—for anything…extracurricular. But I’m glad he’s here. Ryuhou kept those thoughts to himself as he scooted back on the bed, pulling Tachibana after him. We don’t have to do…too much, he assured himself. I just need this right now.

Tachibana set a hand on the other’s chest, firmly urging him onto his back. Just because I like his face. Grinning, he crawled over Ryuhou, bending forward to play his lips over the jutting bones of his collar. He gave the elder’s waist a gentle squeeze with his knees. I wonder…just how fast he can get worked up? It didn’t seem to take much before.

Ryuhou tilted his head back, though he managed to keep his eyes on the younger man--even if he could only see bits of soft, violet hair. It was an unusual position for him, to have someone on top of him like this, almost controlling. His instincts were making his pulse heighten. Sighing quietly he tugged Tachibana more firmly against his body; it felt even better now that so much of their bare skin was rubbing, and he murmured encouragements.

Tachibana brought his head up, smiling. He’s one of the most vocal partners I’ve been with, at least. I bet if we-- he shook that thought aside, bending down for another slow kiss. His legs rested outside of Ryuhou’s, and they tightened faintly. “Jeez, you’re tense,” he murmured, massaging his palms strongly into the elder’s ribs.

Ryuhou gasped quietly, his back arching into that touch; it scraped their hips together once more. Reminded of their antics earlier he bent his knees slightly and reached down to pull Tachibana more tightly to him. Feels so good…. “I can’t help it,” he replied in kind, drawing their mouths together. “You’re so….”

“So…what?” he asked--he was eager to hear more. He like the sharpness of Ryuhou’s voice, and he worked his fingers gradually lower. That in mind, Tachibana moved his lips to the side, trailing along his jaw to taste his throat. “I’m what?”

“So….” Ryuhou gasped quietly as the warm mouth found a particularly sensitive space of flesh below his jaw. “I forgot,” he confessed. To make up for it he arched his back again, spreading his knees a little wider so that Tachibana was forced to do the same. Every shift of muscle between them sent warm pleasure into his stomach, and he groaned as he groped his hands over Tachibana’s hips and thighs.

Tachibana settled himself more firmly against the other’s twisting body, moaning a bit himself at the feel of hot flesh. He met Ryuhou’s lips again, though this time with more force. His own hands were moving lower, pawing at hips and pressing into a thin waist.

It’s so hot…. Ryuhou shivered, feeling a little more of his control slip. Desperate for an even stronger kiss, a firmer contact, he pushed suddenly on Tachibana’s shoulder. With a growl he rolled the youth beneath him and eagerly sought a long, hungry kiss.

Damn, I thought I’d get longer on top, but…. He tilted his head, letting the elder’s lips melt his disappointment. Well…I’ll forgive him this time. But let’s see how long he lasts. Grinning suddenly, he wrapped his legs firmly around Ryuhou’s waist, his arms around his neck, pulling him down with a soft moan. Let’s see how you like this.

Ryuhou groaned as he pressed down into the smaller body, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of being surrounded and held. It struck him as being oddly intimate, though he assumed it was only his inexperience telling him so. I can’t believe I never knew…how much I wanted this. Shivering, he braced his palms against the mattress and rocked faintly against him. It was only a testing gesture, but it sent a thrill down to his toes and raised another thick murmur from his lips.

Tachibana encouraged those movements, turning his mouth onto the other’s neck, trying to find that spot he’d discovered earlier. I can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner, though…I wonder if this is as far as he’ll go. He wasn’t going to complain, but a little shirtless rubbing wasn’t quite satisfying enough for him. Sliding his hands down, he groped his fingers over a wide back, testing the thick muscles and the long curve of Ryuhou’s spine.

Ryuhou found himself tilting his chin a little so the warm lips against him would have an easier time. I do want him. As he pressed his hips again into Tachibana’s it became almost painfully clear how excited he was; his cheeks flushed as he moaned. “Tachibana, I….” I want him to touch me. Startled by how desperate his own thoughts were he tightened one hand in the sheets, moving the other down Tachibana’s chest and stomach. I want to touch him.

Tachibana pulled his head back a bit to better see the other. He’s half-way gone already, he thought with a chuckle. He tightened his legs around Ryuhou’s waist, urging him closer as he massaged the backs of his ribs. He looks good like this--not so severe. I wonder how many people have ever seen him like this? It was almost amusing to think that he was the only one in HOLY to know this side of the young commander, to know the way his brow creased when he moved his hips. Tachibana drew the elder down for a deep, long kiss, groaning into his mouth.

Deciding that was all the permission he needed, Ryuhou slid his hand further down, tracing the elastic waistband of his companion’s pants. They were pressed so tightly that he needed to urge Tachibana back a little in order to slip his fingers within the fabric. I want to touch him--I want him to speak more. This, at least, he knew well enough, and he closed his worn hand around heated flesh.

Hissing softly, Tachibana’s eyelids fluttered at the sudden heat that began to crawl along his spine. That’s good…. Really good. He caught a pale cheek and pulled Ryuhou down for a more desperate kiss. “Keep going,” he growled between them. His hips shifted anxiously, rising off the mattress. “Keep…keep going.”

Ryuhou licked and bit anxiously at Tachibana’s lips. “Touch me,” he gasped out, tightening his fingers in firm encouragement. He began to move his hand in long, swift strokes. Had he been able to see himself he would have been ashamed by his own actions, his own desperation, but that hardly mattered with Tachibana’s breath hissing against his cheek, the pleading in his voice.

Shit-- Tachibana bit his lip, trying to regain some of his sense as he fought off the heat Ryuhou was spreading through him. He finally cursed aloud and retaliated, simply tugging the elder's pants off his hips and taking him firmly in his smaller hand. Not...that I can go much longer.... God that--

Ryuhou hissed brokenly against the other's lips, shivering at the feel of a strong, calloused hand against him. It had been so long since anyone had touched him in such a way; the sheer intimacy of the action seemed to overpower him. "Ta..." He couldn't bring himself to voice the boy's name through his panting breath; could only strengthen his attentions in hopes that Tachibana would do the same.

Tachibana gasped, legs shifting and kicking faintly at the mattress. His fingers tightened, though more out of reaction than consciously trying to keep up with Ryuhou. His free hand pressed into the other's wide back, fingernails digging into firm skin without meaning to. "Ryuhou--ah! Shit--" He curled abruptly, hips jerking as he reached his climax without warning. Face buried against the other's neck, he moaned softly.

Ryuhou echoed that weak voice, more out of frustration at having not yet reached his own release. Don't stop--you can't stop. He continued to move his hand slightly, though it was now made slick, trying to encourage Tachibana to keep moving; or at least loosen his almost too tight grip.

I know, just.... Taking a deep breath, Tachibana drew his lips over the other's neck, nibbling softly as he began to move his hand once more. His pace was considerably slower than Ryuhou's had been, but he was too tired to manage much better at the moment. He licked at a curved ear, murmuring the elder's name without really thinking about it. "Come on...."

It was hearing his name spoken like that, so thick and quiet, that made Ryuhou's body heat more than anything. He was used to people calling on him--to give him orders, to accept them--but there were so few times when he really felt like the name was his. That it applied to a real person. It made him shudder, and with Tachibana's warm fingers and insistent lips he soon reached a climax of his own. He felt his hips jerk weakly with the release, could hear his own deep moan, and soon after began to relax--rolling gradually onto his side next to Tachibana with a soft exhale.

Tachibana finally relaxed back into the mattress, closing his eyes in lazy contentment. It…had been good. A welcomed release, if nothing else; it had been so long since he'd been with someone like this. His hands lay still against the damp blankets, letting himself grow blissfully numb after the hours of training and the heat of the last few minutes.

Ryuhou carefully slipped his hand free of the other, frowning a little to himself. He'd almost forgotten how...messy the whole affair was. He scrubbed his hand against his thigh to clean it. And…now what? He slipped onto his back as he regained his breath, trying to determine what to do. Because now that his head was clearing, he was beginning to wonder...how this had happened in the first place.

Once Tachibana felt he could just fall asleep where he was, he arched his back and stretched his hands over his head, groaning at the slight stiffness in his muscles. He rolled enough touch a brief kiss to Ryuhou's lips before sitting up and hunting for his shirt. He'll probably want me to leave now. Well, that's fine, so long as I get to come back again.

Ryuhou followed the other with his eyes, his frown still in place. "Are...you leaving?" he asked, a little confused. Is that how this is supposed to work? I guess…I don't really know. He sat up, trying not to make a face when the movement made him realize he...really wanted a shower.

That gave him pause, and he turned with his shirt in his hands, just watching the other. "I don't have to," he replied, trying to sound casual as a thousand little questions flew through his head, the most important being to wonder if Ryuhou snored or tossed in his sleep. "I wasn't sure if your reputation would be okay with me slipping out of here tomorrow morning out of uniform." Since you could barely just walk down the hall with me.

"Oh." Ryuhou glanced away. There was that, after all, and it bothered him more than he wanted to admit to the other. I just can't imagine what would happen to us. If everyone knew.... He didn't want to think about it. But when he tried to come up with an excuse to keep Tachibana there without being suspicious, nothing seemed to fit. "In that case...." Maybe that really is how this works.

Tachibana shrugged, hiding his slight disappointment. Ah well. I should have expected it anyway. He tugged on his shirt, thinking with sudden fervor of his small shower. "In that case, I'm sure I'll see you around. I expect a rematch sometime, you know," he added, moving towards the bed once more. He leaned forward, pinning Ryuhou's hands against the mattress as he stole a kiss.

Ryuhou kissed him back, with a little less of the insistence from before; there was something sobering about knowing that Tachibana was on his way out. But he was also a little relieved, knowing at least now he had the chance to change and prepare for bed in private. "All right." He wasn't sure if Tachibana meant the fight or the aftermath, but he vaguely hoped it was both.

Feeling pleased and encouraged, Tachibana pulled back with a faint smile. He...really is something. I hope we do get to do this again. He moved towards the door, scooping up his bag and wrestling on his shoes. "See you around," he said casually, offering a raised hand as he at last approached the door.

"Yeah..." Ryuhou returned the brief parting gesture, and then Tachibana was gone. He lowered his hand once more; it was still...sticky. Frowning again he stripped out of the rest of his clothing and headed into the bathroom, hoping a warm shower would clear his head and help him make sense of all that had happened.

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