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. ^.^

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Altered Threesome
Chapter 5

Ryuhou stared after him a moment, scrubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. It…wasn’t so bad, but he was still frowning. Slowly he trailed after Tachibana. He…is inviting me, isn’t he? He wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t want me to…. He gulped, slipping up to the door. He came here to be with me. And he was still so…so he must want me to…. The door had been left open enough that he could see the younger man inside without getting too close—the sight of Tachibana bending down to remove his pants made him blush. He came here for me. So it…it must be all right….

Tachibana could feel the other’s gaze like a physical touch sliding over his flesh, and he shivered as goosebumps spread over his exposed skin. He felt suddenly and inexplicably shy, even as he moved to test the water. Well, even if he doesn’t come in, maybe I can…convince him. Determining the shower was perfect, he slipped inside. Glass doors--of course. Though it is perfect. The walls were just starting to steam over, and when he glanced over his shoulder he could just see Ryuhou’s blurred form beyond the bathroom door. As the water hit him, Tachibana let out a small, sighing groan. Feels good….

Ryuhou gulped. But by then he was already moving closer, as if drawn, pausing at the door only long enough to strip out of his pants once more. I can’t believe this. He stepped into the bathroom, ignoring the cool chill of the tile as he crossed to the shower. But he wants me, so…. Deciding that there was no use second-guessing himself now he opened one of the glass doors and stepped inside, sliding up behind Tachibana. The touch of the water—and Tachibana’s hot, dampened body up against him—made him shudder and groan.

Relief and excitement slipped through him in waves, and Tachibana leaned into the other with a moan. He feels so good…. His head fell back, resting against Ryuhou’s shoulder as water poured down on them. “Ryuhou….” I really want him. I want him…. Turning his head, he whispered his lips over the other’s ear. “Ryuhou….”

“Tachi…” Ryuhou kept his eyes closed against the water, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation. He rubbed at Tachibana’s chest and stomach, following the course of warm droplets, tracing their paths down to his thighs. Everything was hot and wet and tight and—he gasped as Tachibana leaned back into his growing erection. And as always, his voice betrayed him. “God, I want you….”

He couldn’t help a faint chuckle. “About damn time,” he muttered, though he continued to simply rest against Ryuhou’s stronger body. There was something…quiet, and intimate, about their situation, and for a moment he didn’t want to ruin it with deeper affections.

What’s…wrong with me? He shook his head. It’s not really like that, so why am I letting him get to me? Tachibana shifted, rubbing his hips against the other, and he moaned softly at the feel of Ryuhou so close.

Ryuhou took a step forward, pushing his partner gently up against the wall of the shower. I do want him. I want all of him. He lifted a hand just long enough to redirect the shower back on them. With both hands on Tachibana’s waist he spread biting kisses over his shoulders, scraping his body up against too-tight muscle. It tore thick, plaintive murmurs from his throat.

Tachibana was barely breathing, waiting expectantly for the other to finally act. He knew it would hurt, and knew he should have said something to Ryuhou about…helping him prepare, but…. It’ll be okay, he told himself, arms and forehead pressed against cool tile. I’ve done this before—it’ll be fine. He gasped, having run out of air. Fingers tense, he curled his back to bring them even closer together. “Ryuhou…please….”

I know--God, I know--but this is so…. Embarrassed beyond words he slipped a hand down between them, just to be sure of…exactly what he was about to do. “Are you sure?” he asked breathlessly, already positioning himself as best he could. “I….” He pressed his cheek to Tachibana’s ear. “This…this is my first time, so I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he confessed at last, quickly.

Tachibana shook his head. “Just do it,” he hissed desperately. I don’t want to think about it--just do it. Take me already. He pressed back sharply, hoping to urge the other into action. “You know, so do it. Please….” The tile was making him shiver, but he didn’t try to push away from it. “Please….”

Ryuhou took in a deep breath, strengthening his convictions. We both want this. There’s nothing wrong with it--how can there be, when we want it so badly? “Tachi….” With a groan he pressed his hips forward, using his hand to help guide them together. It…was amazing, how deeply the sensation of such tight heat seemed to echo through him, and it took great restraint not to force himself deeper.

Tachibana cried out sharply, yelping at the quick, sudden intrusion. Damnit, I should have told him to better prepare-- His eyes stung, fingers clenched into fists against cold tile. God…. He pressed his forehead against the wall and tried to take deep, full breaths. Just…just wait a moment….

When Ryuhou realized that his partner’s cry was one of pain--he was used to the sound--he jerked back reflexively. Was I…was I wrong? “Tachibana?” The younger man was shuddering, and he pressed his palm flat against his back in a hesitant gesture of comfort. “I’m sorry--are you all right…?”

The sudden retreat was nearly as painful as the entry, but this time Tachibana managed to keep his voice in. “I….” His voice was raw sounding, and he took another moment to gather himself. Damnit, that was stupid. I guess…it’s been longer than I thought. Or he’s just huge. That thought helped him to calm more, and he reached around to find Ryuhou’s wrist, tugging him close. “I…should have told you,” he gasped softly. “Just give…me a second.”

Ryuhou frowned with concern. “Should have told me what?” he started to ask, but when he realized that Tachibana was serious he held himself still, waiting. I didn’t want to hurt him. Not sure what else he could do he lowered his head, letting the water wash over him.

It’ll be okay--I’ll be fine. Tachibana took one last, deep breath before looking over his shoulder. “I thought I could handle it,” he said carefully, flushing a bit at having to speak so openly. “But…I should have…asked that you…aw jeez.” He pressed a hand to his face. I cannot believe this. “I’m too tight, damnit,” he finally said, skin burning.

Ryuhou’s face went blank. “Too….” His face flushed even darker. Does that mean I’m…too big? His shoulders crept up a little in embarrassment, though he couldn’t help the tiny smile that flickered across his lips. “Um…what should I do?”

“Jeez, I can’t believe you’re making me say this,” he muttered, glaring at the other over his shoulder. How can I say this without embarrassing myself further? “Well, senior,” he started, coming up with an idea. “How else can you take care of tight muscles before a workout?” I cannot believe this--I really, really can’t.

Ryuhou’s brow furrowed. That really doesn’t help. He was about to chide the other for being vague--and sarcastic--when he began to catch on. The thought twisted his expression once more, and he hid it against Tachibana’s wet hair. He slid his hand down the younger man’s back, down between tight muscles and finally pushing inside him. I hope this really is what he….

He hissed softly. Much better--I’m just going to be really sore later. Tachibana nodded, facing the wall again. Just relax, and don’t mess this up again. He could tell the other was hesitant, so he gathered himself again. “Like that,” he said, voice low. “And…move. A little.” Saying it aloud sounds so stupid….

Ryuhou was still frowning, still uncertain about all this, but the other did seem better. I do trust him. He began to move his fingers slowly, in a circular motion, coaxing the muscles to loosen. “Like this?” he asked quietly. There was something about the action--knowing that he was inside him, even with something like this--that was drawing his excitement back to him, and he slipped his two fingers a little deeper.

Tachibana’s eyelids fluttered, and a soft whimper escaped him again. “Yeah…yeah like that….” His back curled slightly, pushing back against the strong fingers. He’s really good at this…really good…. “Aah, keep going,” he murmured, feeling his own excitement returning. “Deeper….”

Ryuhou gulped and complied, stepping close once more so that his chest scraped up against a tense back. The sound of Tachibana’s voice, so thick and low, sent greater shivers through him. Licking his lips he began to move his hand in a slow, pulse-like motion. It’s not even me, but I’m still so…. Groaning softly he pressed his hips up against Tachibana’s side, letting him feel for himself.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Tachibana’s voice echoed after Ryuhou’s off the tiles. “A…another,” he gasped. If he keeps this up I…I might…. His own hips bucked backwards. “Quick, and then….” Then we can finally….

Yes--yes, finally. Ryuhou added a third digit, using the same movements from before to stretch his partner. God, I can’t wait. “Is…is that enough?” He rubbed up against him, already removing his fingers. “Tachi…I want…” His lips fumbled at Tachibana’s earlobe. “I want you…”

It’ll be enough, he assured himself. “Yes, come on. Ryuhou--” I want this. Tachibana pushed back, almost as if he could bring them together himself. “Come on….” He was getting too excited, though, and it was causing him to tense up again; he took a deep breath and held it, trying to calm again. Just…just do it before I….

Ryuhou tightened his hands around thin hips, and without any further convincing he thrust into his still-tight partner. He should have remembered to go slowly, given the events of only a few moments past, but Tachibana’s voice and body were too much for him. It wasn’t until he was inside him, moaning deeply, that he realized, and he hesitated. “Tachi…?”

Shivering, he quickly nodded. Still…but not as bad. “Keep going,” he hissed, shifting faintly and convincing himself to relax. “I…I’m okay. Just…slow.” Tachibana pressed his forehead against the tile--it was starting to warm now, with all the steam. Slow…just go slow….

He really is so tight…. Ryuhou pushed deeper inside him and held there for a moment, shuddering, as if he could feel himself growing even harder within him. “Ta…” Reminding himself to bide by Tachibana’s words he began to move slowly, rocking his hips in the same pulse as before. “Ah…Tachi…”

He was whimpering again, moving in time with his lover. My…my lover. Ryuhou is…. Smiling faintly, he shifted to try and bring the other closer to…. Not…enough…. He groaned in frustration, clawing at the tile. “Ryuhou….” Please….

Ryuhou bit his lip; it took more concentration than he would have thought, but he was learning quickly. He began to pump his hips with greater force, though trying to go slow, as asked. He rubbed up against Tachibana’s back as they moved, his lips parted and trembling against his ear as he gasped for breath. “Tell me,” he hissed suddenly, needing to hear more of that voice. He thrust into him, hard, as if to pull it from him.

Tachibana’s thin voice caught, then continued in a deep moan. “More,” he panted, shuddering hard, uncaring of the twinge in his spine. “Harder--deeper, please more--” The words continued to pour from him, and when Ryuhou finally hit that one spot within him…. His whole body jolted. Too…too much…. His legs trembled as he reached his release, voice echoing off the tiles.

Ryuhou gasped at the tightening of muscle around him, and he thrust forward once more, burying himself deeply in hot flesh as he came. He’d never felt anything like it, and he couldn’t stop the thick groans that continued to spill past his lips. Oh God, oh God…. He wanted it to go on, but he couldn’t hold any more strength in him, and he leaned against Tachibana’s back as he tried to regain it.

“Mmm, don’t….” Tachibana chuckled as he sagged against the wall. “I…I can’t hold you.” My knees are shaking. The heat of the water was adding to his fatigue, and he didn’t think he could stay standing much longer. He tilted his head, nibbling weakly at Ryuhou’s temple. “Ryuhou…?”

“Mm?” Ryuhou pressed his palms flat against the shower wall, forcing himself to support his own weight. “Are you all right?” he asked breathily. By now the bathroom was filled with steam, making him a little light-headed. He rubbed Tachibana’s back. “That…was amazing.”

Tachibana smiled. Yeah…it really was. But he needed to sit, or lie down, or something before he collapsed. “I’m tired,” he murmured, just barely hearing himself over the fall of the water. His lips whispered over the corner of Ryuhou’s mouth. “I’m going to fall in a moment.”

“All right.” With a tiny whimper Ryuhou pulled out of him at last, stepping back. “Come on.” Keeping one hand against the small of Tachibana’s back he turned off the water and opened the shower door, retrieving a towel for him. After a moment’s consideration he began to dry Tachibana off for him.

He chuckled softly at the treatment, but he enjoyed it greatly. “Thanks,” he murmured, still relying on the wall to keep upright. He…really wore me out. It felt a bit strange, being so exhausted, but…he didn’t mind that either. He stepped out of the shower once Ryuhou had finished, trying to hide his slight wince at the movement of sore muscles.

Ryuhou watched him, frowning at how slowly he was moving. Though admittedly he felt just as tired. He dried himself off as well and slipped out of the shower. I wonder if…. “Tachibana.” He secured the towel around his waist and moved to collect his pants, so that he wouldn’t have see his face when he said, “You can stay here tonight, if you want.”

Tachibana turned quickly, surprised by the offer, before an excited grin spread across his face. He just as quickly tried to suppress the expression. “Okay. Thanks.” Stealing a towel for himself, he wrapped it securely around his waist before approaching the other. When Ryuhou turned, he slid his arms around the elder’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. “Keep calling me Tachi,” he said suddenly, on impulse. He kissed him again. “I…kinda like it.”

"All right.” Not that I really remember calling him that to begin with. But Ryuhou was in too good of a mood to argue about details, and he kissed Tachibana back. “Tachi.” It sounded ridiculously intimate, and he blushed. “Um…I might have something you can wear to bed,” he offered. And despite how weary he felt he couldn’t help a tiny whispered breath when they pressed together, the coarse fabric of the towel rubbing against his still sensitive flesh.

Mmm…. I could get used to this. “Anything’s fine,” he replied, internally celebrating at getting to wear something that belonged to the other. He decided though that he wasn’t ready for another go, and he eased away from Ryuhou with another, softer kiss. “Um…mind if I use the toilet?”

“Oh. Right--sure.” Ryuhou stepped back, blinking as if gathering his composure once more. At last he headed for the door. “I’ll leave something on the bed for you,” he said, slipping out.

Once outside the bathroom, Ryuhou finally had a chance to take a full breath. It was colder out here--instantly he was covered in goosebumps, and he moved quickly to the dresser to fetch a pair of loose-fitting gym shorts. Tachiba…Tachi. He frowned to himself as he pulled the fabric over him. That was…the first time I’ve…. He smiled to himself, feeling suddenly childish as he found another article of clothing for his partner--one he wore often. He placed it on the bed, as promised, and then returned to the living room so he could collect the rest of their clothes to be folded.

Tachibana was almost giddy when he passed through the living room to see Ryuhou folding his clothes, then moving to the bedroom to find a pair of boxers. Since the other wasn’t around, he brought the material close with a blush--they were freshly cleaned, but still held the other’s sharp scent. Definitely could get used to this. He quickly changed into the shorts, leaving the towel draped around his neck as he went looking for the elder soldier. “Ryuhou?” Damnit, though, I’m still sore. It’ll probably be worse tomorrow.

Ryuhou glanced back over his shoulder, and smiled faintly--almost nervously. This feels so unreal. I don’t know what to say. “I hope they’re okay,” he said, setting Tachibana’s folded clothing on the closest armrest. His own shirt and pants he discarded in a basket in the closet. He looks good in those. In mine….

“They’re fine. I appreciate it.” He leaned casually against the doorframe, just enjoying his view of the other. Though…. “I’m pretty tired,” he confessed, fingering his towel idly. “What about you?” I hope…he meant we could share the bed--it certainly is big enough. Tachibana smiled, wondering if his eagerness was showing as badly as he felt it was.

Ryuhou ducked his head slightly, embarrassed by the unabashed excitement in Tachibana’s face. “Yes, I’m…pretty tired, too.” He tugged his towel over his head, drying his hair out a little. “Do you want to go to bed?” He glanced about the living room and, realizing there really was nowhere else for Tachibana to sleep, headed back into the bedroom. There’s room. I’ve never really slept next to another person before, but now that we’ve already…slept together…sort of…. Flustered, he returned his towel to the bathroom. “Go ahead and get comfortable. I’m just going to…you know.”

Tachibana smiled. “Okay.” Once the door was shut, he turned to the large bed. Since Ryuhou was in the other room, he couldn’t help indulging in a bit of childish behavior, flopping onto his back on the bed so that he bounced on the soft mattress. If this is what rank gets you, I’d better start training more. Rolling over, he pressed his face into thick pillows, breathing deeply. God I love his smell. The toilet flushed in the next room, and Tachibana quickly pulled himself onto the right side of the bed, stretching out on his back half beneath the rich blankets. I am definitely going to get used to this.

Ryuhou slipped out of the bathroom, still trying to decide how to handle all this. His thoughts momentarily left him as his eyes fell on Tachibana stretched out across his bed. I like that. He blushed, passing a hand back through his still damp hair. But when he started forward he frowned to himself. “Can you…” He wasn’t sure if it was to to ask, though, and broke off, until he realized that this was his own bed. Well…I guess it doesn’t matter. “Never mind.” He slipped into bed next to him.

“What?” he asked, tilting his head to better see the other with a smile. “I pretty much just lay as I fell, so if you wanna switch or something….” I want to know how he sleeps. I want to know if…I might be able to…keep close. His thoughts brought a gentle heat to his face, and he tried to cover it up by touching his lips to Ryuhou’s shoulder.

“Well…” Ryuhou tried to settle on his back, but he quickly realized he wouldn’t be able to stay like that for long. “I usually sleep on my side—my left side,” he explained, turning to do so. “I didn’t know if it would make you uncomfortable, having me…stare at you all night.” He pursed his lips. I’ve never slept with someone like this before; I don’t really know what’s appropriate.

Chuckling, Tachibana shrugged. “I don’t care, but it looks like you don’t like the idea.” He couldn’t help reaching out, brushing his knuckles against Ryuhou’s cheek. “Do you want me to just turn over--face the wall--or do you want to switch places?” Maybe we could even lie together. I’ve never slept like that before, but…I’d like to. Tachibana rubbed his thumb over the other’s lower lip, watching the movements with fascination.

Ryuhou’s lips parted with only that small encouragement, drawn in by the subtle intimacy. “I’m not sure,” he confessed. He hadn’t imagined there would be so many things to consider even after sex. “How do you usually?”

He shrugged again. “I guess I can do anything but upside-down,” he said, teasing a bit. He makes me feel…almost silly. Like I don’t have to pretend to be a soldier. It was somehow a comforting thought, and Tachibana continued to circle and gently massage the other’s thin lips, enjoying all his unconscious movements. He licked his own lips without thinking. “It’s really up to you if you want to look at me all night.”

Ryuhou frowned slightly. He tried to cycle through a few different potential images for how they could sleep. The whole situation was starting to embarrass him, though, preventing his imagination from going too far. “This…is fine,” he answered at last, deciding it was better not to think on it so hard. Besides, he was enjoying Tachibana’s eyes on him, the touch of his hands. He nibbled lightly at the fingertips at his lips.

A small shiver ran up his arm, and Tachibana felt suddenly quieted by the whole situation. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep—I want to just keep touching him. He shook himself a bit, sitting up. “I’m turning off the lights,” he announced, leaning close to press a quick kiss to Ryuhou’s neck. “I’m going to be paranoid with them on all night.” He crawled across the bed, bouncing off to flick the light switch.

Oh. Right. Ryuhou waited patiently for him to return, reaching to press his fingers gingerly against his lips. He could still feel them tingling a little, filled with Tachibana’s taste. He had to smile again, however slightly. We really did it. He felt unusually small all of a sudden, and he curled up a little beneath the blankets, drawing his hand over his chest and stomach as if testing the feel of a new body.

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