Altered Threesome

This part of the fic takes place AFTER the events of the series, where Tachibana now has his own home on the outskirts of a new city, while Ryuhou and Kazuma still travel from battlefield to battlefield. Typical fanfiction disclaimers--I don’t own the boys, but please don’t sue me. ^.^

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Altered Threesome
Chapter 8

When Kazuma woke up he couldn’t be sure how long he’d been asleep—even when he glanced at the clock, he couldn’t remember what time it had been when they’d finished with his arm. It was now four in the afternoon. He sighed, content to stay put for a while longer. It was then that he realized how warm he was, and the source; Tachibana had slid closer to him in his sleep, nearly curled up against his chest. He frowned in embarrassment, but Tachibana looked too peaceful to disturb. “I guess I owe you a lot, ya’ damn punk,” he murmured, stretching.

Tachibana sighed quietly, shifting closer to the warmth at his back. God, my head hurts. Maybe if I sleep a little longer…. The slight weight against him was strangely comforting. He licked his lips and wiggled just a bit more.

Kazuma blinked. Does he…realize it’s me? he wondered vaguely, watching the other’s shifting. It was kind of cute, much as he hated to admit it. Figuring he could pass it off as a joke he draped his arm casually over Tachibana’s waist, leaning slightly into his back. It…felt a little strange, as he hadn’t been in a position like this for a long time. He tried to shrug that small uncertainty aside. He is pretty warm. Kazuma smiled to himself.

Tachibana blinked his eyes open, realizing that he wasn’t alone. For a moment he was disoriented. The only time I ever slept next to someone was with…. He frowned. But he wouldn’t be here, so…. Glancing down at the hand that rested near his stomach, he remembered where and when he was, eyes traveling over a few small, dark scars. Kazuma…. His face flushed. Does he…know it’s me? Tachibana closed his eyes again, wondering how long he could get away with this. He finally sighed. “Kazuma?” He flinched slightly at the roughness of his voice. “Sorry. I…guess I was dreaming or…or something.” Dreaming? Yeah, like a dream. He blushed darker.

Kazuma chuckled close to his ear. “Mornin’ sweetheart,” he teased. But he’d caught the course texture in Tachibana’s voice, and had heard it enough in himself to know what it meant. “You still hurting?” He stayed still, though, not willing to give up on the unusual warmth he’d been given until Tachibana made a move.

“Hmm….” He lay still, afraid the other would see his reddened expression. “My head,” he replied softly. “I just need some aspirin or something.” Not that…I want to move. He was even curling a bit more, wanting to better feel Kazuma’s chest against him. He’s not moving, though. Maybe…. He shifted, just slightly, so that one hand could brush faintly across the back of Kazuma’s knuckles. Are you…like me? Maybe I haven’t really been just…dreaming?

Kazuma, a little startled that Tachibana seemed to be going along with this, wasn’t sure how to respond at first. He almost felt shy. Well, shit. What have I gotten myself into? But it wasn’t all bad; he was enjoying the now rare experience for him of another’s body heat. He reached up, running his fingers through Tachibana’s hair. “That’s what you get for overworking your Alter,” he chided, but quietly, knowing all too well how he must have felt.

Tachibana sucked in a low, hissing breath at the feel of a wide hand in his hair. Of all the things Kazuma could have done…. He shrunk a little closer, trying to keep the murmurs building in his throat from escaping. “Kazuma…?” His head tipped back, just a bit. Feels good….

At least it looks like it’s helping. “Just relax for a bit,” he suggested. He propped his head on his right hand while the other continued to move across Tachibana’s scalp. Now it really feels like we’re married, he thought with a slight chuckle. He worked his thumb into the base of Tachibana’s skull, just where he knew he needed it. “I owe you, after all, and I don’t like having debts.”

His shoulders hunched, then slowly relaxed again. “You don’t owe me,” he replied softly. “If anything, we all owe you. But I…don’t like thinking like that.” A low murmur did finally escape as his chin tipped onto his chest. “We just…do what we…can….” Tachibana’s fingers curled against the blankets. The pain in his skull was draining away, sending a familiar heat down his spine.

This really is a perfect setting, Kazuma couldn’t help but think, sliding his hand up to the younger man’s hairline and back. The perfect opportunity. The question is, do I take it? His body seemed to be making the decision for him, one knee bending to press up against the back of Tachibana’s thigh. “If you say so.”

He reacted without thinking, shifting back against Kazuma’s leg. “I….” Tachibana turned his head, looking up into a single brown eye. He…really is like me. We…. A slow, hesitant smile attempted to curl his lips as he leaned his shoulders back to fit better against the other.

Kazuma laughed. “Don’t get all mushy on me,” he warned, tugging Tachibana closer so he could press more of his weight on him. I don’t want him to take this the wrong way, but…we’re here. And he is pretty cute when he smiles like that. He braced his hand against the bed, rubbing their thighs together as he leaned in to press a kiss to the side of Tachibana’s neck. “Does your head still hurt?”

“Mmm…not so much,” he admitted, tilting his head to make it easier for the other. I’ve been waiting for this. Ever since we met…. Sighing happily, Tachibana reached back, sliding his hand over the other’s leg and hip, urging him closer. “Getting better every minute,” he added, teasing lightly.

“Glad to hear it.” Pressed so close together, Kazuma realized suddenly how strong his company really was—slender but toned, and he quickly learned to appreciate the smaller body fitting to his. He continued to kiss and bite at Tachibana’s ear and neck, his hand rubbing lightly at his stomach. Nothing too much, as he didn’t want them to…overexert themselves again too quickly.

Tachibana relaxed beneath the playful treatment, though after a few minutes knew he wouldn’t be able to stay still without…going further. He stretched, humming his contentment, before wiggling onto his back with a flushed smile. “How about some dinner?” he asked, one hand resting on Kazuma’s hip. “We kinda missed lunch.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.” A little confused, Kazuma blinked as he leaned back. What, no sex? But Tachibana didn’t look as if he’d discarded the idea, so he grinned as he pushed himself up onto his knees. He wavered a little with the blood that rushed to his head. “Whoa. Yeah, okay, let’s get some food.” Feeling suddenly better than he had in weeks he slipped off the bed and began to tug Tachibana after him.

Chuckling, Tachibana easily followed, needing the added support to keep his spinning head from toppling him. “I don’t have much,” he warned lightly, regaining his balance. “But I won’t let you go hungry.” He smiled, leaning close for a shy kiss. Just…to test….

Kazuma was momentarily puzzled by the hesitant affection; Tachibana wasn’t quite like most others he’d met. But he didn’t want to disappoint, so he curled his fingers in the front of Tachibana’s shirt and tugged him into a more substantial meeting of lips. Now that’s a kiss. Pleased by the softness of his lips he stayed a little longer than he’d intended, getting the feel of him.

Tachibana wasn’t sure what the cause of his spinning head was—the kiss or his remaining exhaustion. He decided it didn’t matter, as he was too relieved to just be getting such affection from this man. I never expected this, but…I’m glad. Still smiling, he pulled back and continued towards the kitchen to make their dinner.

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They returned to his room after dinner—Tachibana insisted that Kazuma stay another night at least, to regain his strength. He moved around the room, finding some fresh clothes for the other to wear to sleep. “You know,” he said over his shoulder, casually. “When I wasn’t set on beating you senseless, I always thought you were pretty cute.”

“Huh?” Kazuma blinked at him. I told you not to get mushy, y’know. He shrugged, taking up the offered clothes and turning away. “Well, thanks. But I always thought you were a pretentious asshole,” he laughed. “I’d have to say you’ve improved.” He slipped out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a chair and then peeling off his shirt.

He laughed, shaking his head as he thought back over the last months. “Yeah, I was awful.” I…was stupid, then. I didn’t know better. When he turned, his eyes slid over the other’s muscular back, the dark line over his right shoulder blade. We all do, now. “I’m surprised you let me actually use my Alter on you, considering what I tried to do with it before.”

“That doesn’t really matter now, does it?” Kazuma paused in his changing to glance down at his right arm; the scars that had remained pretty constant in the past weeks seemed to have deepened, stretching the entire length from his fingers to shoulder. He frowned as he slid his fingertips along them. They’re getting worse. I wonder…if it’s really bad. Ryuhou was getting them last time I saw him, too.

Tachibana slid up behind the other, watching his gaze, and he traced his fingers over the lines on Kazuma’s back. “You’ve gotten really strong,” he commented softly. “Stronger than…your body can handle over long periods of time, I’d guess.” He continued to move his hand over tanned skin.

Kazuma sighed quietly. “Maybe.” He didn’t want to believe that—this was his strength, and he needed it. But if they’ve spread to my back, down my side…and my eye hasn’t been right for a long time. And then this morning…if Tachibana hadn’t been here…. His shoulders dropped a little, but he was gathering his humor back soon enough. Who the hell cares—I never thought I’d live forever anyway. He turned, catching Tachibana’s hands and drawing him closer. “Do you think you can handle how strong I am?”

Raising his eyebrows, Tachibana stepped deliberately forward. Fine then--we won’t worry about it now. He pressed slowly against the other’s body, smiling to see they were almost the same height. It would only take a slight tilt of his head to bring their lips together. “I can,” he said, simply and confidently. Though it has been a while. Too long.

Kazuma grinned, turning his arms slightly so that Tachibana’s hands were pinned behind his back. “We’ll see,” he teased, already leaning the slight distance into a kiss. He took the warm mouth forcefully, parting Tachibana’s lips with his tongue. He’s not bad. Not bad at all.

Tachibana tugged at his wrists, but only playfully. Kazuma seemed more experienced than he’d originally thought, and he eagerly welcomed the strong mouth and hands. Funny…. Somehow, I find myself with someone I never would have expected to be with again…. He flinched, then devoted himself firmly to their kiss. They’re not the same. I’m glad they’re not. Tachibana murmured softly as he leaned closer, pressing their hips together.

He’s not as shy as I thought he’d be. I wonder…if this is his first, or is it just that it’s me? But Kazuma had never been very good at reading people, so he decided to just trust his partner. He bent his knee to slide his thigh up between Tachibana’s and tugged him forward onto it. “It’s kinda funny,” he remarked when he stopped their kiss for a breath. “I never would have guessed.” He bit lightly at Tachibana’s bottom lip. “I thought you said you had a girl.”

“A friend,” he corrected lightly. “From when we were kids. Her parents died just before I was sent to HOLY, and she got sick, so I took care of her.” Tachibana smiled faintly, pausing for another kiss before continuing. “When we were kids, I thought maybe, but then I found I liked something else.” He squeezed Kazuma’s leg between his, eyes thinning at the thrill it sent up his spine.

“I see,” Kazuma laughed, pressing their mouths together once more so he could suck on his tongue. Guess that means this isn’t his first after all. Man, it might have been interesting. But he wasn’t disappointed—he could use someone who knew what they were doing just about now. He let go of Tachibana’s wrists at last, setting his hands instead on his hips to grind them together. The friction pulled a thick groan from his throat.

Tachibana hissed softly, raising his arms to wrap around the other’s neck to deepen their kiss. He hadn’t had such a confident lover for a long time--if ever--and he was eager to test the strength Kazuma had been bragging about. Tugging at the other’s hair, Tachibana playfully fought to take control of their kiss, enjoying Kazuma’s thick taste.

Kazuma was enjoying himself more than he would have liked to admit; Tachibana was strong but not full of himself, like so many other’s he’d met, and he didn’t mind letting him guide their lips for a while. He had more interesting things in mind. With Tachibana slightly distracted he undid the button on his jeans, loosening them just enough so he could slip his hand down the back. His fingertips scratched lightly at the taunt skin he found there, tracing and teasing the cleft of his ass.

Growling, Tachibana bit lightly at full lips, shifting on his feet as he tried to remain against Kazuma while at the same time wanting to encourage those teasing hands. When they broke apart he chuckled, eyes half closed. At least he’s not wasting any time. He pulled Kazuma back quickly, though this time he set to kissing his jaw, working towards his ear and neck. “Keep this up,” he muttered, “and I might not let you leave in the morning.”

Kazuma chuckled, tilting his head back in encouragement. “Hell, I might not want to.” He was only half joking--it seemed like a long time since he’d been around people, and he was almost excited about the thought of walking down a city street, of coming home to a warm bed. Those thoughts didn’t last long, however, with Tachibana rubbing up against him. “Maybe I can stay an extra day…” he mused, pressing his fingers a bit more firmly into him, rubbing at his opening.

Tachibana moaned softly at the surge of heat that spread through his stomach, and his arms tightened around Kazuma’s neck. “Or more,” he murmured, voice starting to catch a bit. Stop teasing. He didn’t mean the thought, though, and he curled plaintively against his companion’s chest. Stepping forward, he urged Kazuma back towards the bed. “You’re not going…anywhere.”

Not for now, at least. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” He slid his hand free suddenly, turning them about so he could give Tachibana a shove onto the bed. He followed eagerly, pressing his young partner down into the mattress. After distracting him with another fierce kiss Kazuma tugged the other’s shirt off so that their bare skin could meet.

Laughing, Tachibana had no qualms in wrapping his legs firmly around Kazuma’s waist. “Whatever it takes,” he replied teasingly, curling to rub his hips against him. He was in an unreasonably good mood, and he pawed at Kazuma’s back as soon as he was free of his shirt. I’m so hard already…. Kazuma….

Kazuma groaned appreciatively at the movement. “You’re off to a good start.” He pumped his own hips a few times, enjoying the scrape of denim against his tight flesh. He must have looked like a damn fool for how broadly he was grinning as he leaned in to bite at Tachibana’s collar. “Fuck, I’m horny. Your chances are looking better and better.” He pinched Tachibana’s chest to show he was kidding.

Tachibana snorted and reached down to smack the other lightly on the rear. “Wiseass,” he muttered, but that didn’t stop him from seeking another kiss, biting at the grinning lips. I need this. He began to run his hands over Kazuma’s back, shoulders, and neck, testing his reactions. This was a new body with new movements, and he wanted to learn what his new lover liked.

Kazuma’s breath caught a little, and he buried it in a thick groan as he rocked against the smaller body. It had just been too long since he’d been around anyone, let alone in a situation like this, and it was making him damn sentimental. Come on, just enjoy it. It’s the last ass you’ll get in a while. “I know this is all kinda fast,” he chuckled as he began to kiss his way down Tachibana’s chest and stomach. “But I don’t think you mind.”

“You think right,” he replied. And really, considering how long I’ve…wanted to do this…. But he wasn’t about to say such things out loud—Kazuma obviously wasn’t interested in anything beyond casual, and he was ready to accept it. Instead he moaned softly, arching his back into warm lips as his fingers played through thick hair.

Good. Kazuma tugged the other’s jeans off, taking his underwear with it—he didn’t even bother to check what kind they were. And he didn’t waste any time, either; he pawed his way back up Tachibana’s thighs, leading the way with moist, teasing kisses. “So,” he said thoughtfully, pausing to flick his tongue over the skin just below his naval. “Exactly how flexible are you?”

Tachibana laughed, just a bit embarrassed, and ran a hand through his hair. “I used to be pretty good,” he said, feeling his face darken. “But it’s been…well, it’s been a while since I tried anything acrobatic.” He moved his thighs and ankles against the other’s body. It doesn’t matter--I want this. He tugged at Kazuma’s hair. “You’ll just have to refresh me.”

“Don’t worry—I’ll loosen you right up.” Kazuma slid his hand over his partner’s hardened flesh in only one firm stroke before taking him into his mouth. It had been a while, but he remembered quickly enough, and was even a little surprised to think that he might have missed this. Without giving Tachibana much time to react he began to suck him hard and fast, being sure to pin his hips down with strong hands.

“Ahh!” Tachibana sat halfway up, fingers digging into the other’s shoulders. He’d…never been treated with such attentions, and he wasn’t prepared for it. His voice was working without him, moaning and gasping. Kazuma was strong, though, and he couldn’t move his hips the way he desperately wanted to. “Ka…Kazu—” His back arched, though his hold on the other prevented him from falling back to the mattress.

Kazuma would have grinned; just listening to Tachibana’s thick voice was making him hard, and he strengthened his efforts. He stayed for a while longer, teasing with his tongue, before pulling back just as suddenly as he’d started. He didn’t want to wear Tachibana down too quickly. “It’s a start,” he drawled.

“You….” Tachibana abruptly let the other go, flopping onto his back. “You bastard,” he panted, eyes closing a moment. Damnit I…it just felt so…. He wanted to pull Kazuma back, to insist that he finish what he’d started, but his voice remained silent as he struggled to get his breathing back under control. He nudged Kazuma with his knee. “Damn bastard….”

Laughing, Kazuma stretched forward to kiss his ear. “Yeah, ain’t I?” He rubbed Tachibana’s chest lightly as if to encourage his breathing. “But it’s been a while, so I’m gonna totally take advantage of you.” He leaned back on his knees, and as Tachibana was still collecting himself he took the chance to roll him onto his stomach. Settling himself on the younger man’s thighs he began to massage his back, drawing his hands down his spine.

Tachibana brought his hands up beside his head, fingers curling in his blankets as his breath trembled from him in thick sighs. He…was helpless like this, and it was making him shiver. “Kazuma….” His back curled beneath the weight of the other’s strength. It felt good, being touched this way—he’d missed it.

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