Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,333
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drievuldigheid-Drie Samen Ch. 5
Shuichi blinked frantically. Waking up naked after sleeping with someone supposedly unattainable was becoming a habit, apparently. And one he didn’t like, either!
Or liked too much…
He gulped and wriggled cautiously out of Ryuichi’s grasp. That was it! He was definitely a slut. He was going to be in the thirteenth circle of Hell—which was the worst, because of the unlucky number—when he died, just for being such a whore. Tohma and Ryuichi? Who were, by the way, sleeping with each other? They, all of them, lacked morals.
Grimacing, he pulled on his clothes. He was sticky everywhere, and his traitorous body was unsteady and wanted to collapse. But he had to get out before Ryuichi woke. He looked back at the peaceful sleeper from the doorway. He was heartbreakingly beautiful, and Shuichi wanted nothing more than to crawl his way back into the warmth he was denying himself.
Shaking his head, he remembered the first flash of renewed want when his blond lover had shown himself the morning after—as strong as it had been, he had barely been able to ignore it, and fighting the same feeling again with Ryuichi would be testing his luck. His willpower was pathetically weak lately.
Tearing his eyes from the coiled singer, he trudged out of the apartment, hating that his heart was screaming at the loss of two loves.
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“Ryuichi…Ryuichi, wake up.” Tohma’s voice was calling for him, and he could feel the familiar hand shaking him awake. He opened his eyes, confirming the niggling suspicion something was wrong—Shuichi was gone.
“Ryuichi? What’s wrong?” Tohma saw the flash of anger and pain, chased by disappointment.
“Shu-chan’s gone. He was asleep when I called you, but I must have slept too…” Glancing at the clock, the singer realized there would have been plenty of time for the younger to sneak away; it was almost two hours since he’d called his keyboardist. Tohma had been late.
“What do you mean he’s gone? Please tell me you didn’t—“
“He feels guilty—he thinks he should be ashamed!” Ryuichi interrupted before the blond could accuse him. “I told him we were lovers, and he looked as if he’d broken a law! He thinks we’re…I don’t know… Off-limits to him? But that’s why he ran away from you… and from me. I guess he’ll take more convincing than I thought.” Ryuichi had to gulp in a few deep breaths after this proclamation.
“Are you sure he simply doesn’t regret his lack of self-control in both situations? And telling him we’re lovers may not have helped…” Tohma sat down next to the sprawled man, hand absently stroking along his bare back.
“He doesn’t! He’s just embarrassed by wanting us… and even more mortified that he wants both of us!” The last was said with a sly grin.
“You’re plotting.” Tohma sounded bemused.
“Well… don’t you think that both of us would be too much to resist? And if he’s assured he’s not stealing us from each other…” The singer’s thought trailed off.
Smilingly, Tohma dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Whatever you decide to try, you’ll have to be careful not to scare him away.”
Ryuichi grinned up at him. “I’ll be good, na no da!”
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Shuichi slunk into work early the next morning, peeking around every corner to be sure it didn’t hide a president or bunny-toting idol. He sighed in relief as he heard his studio door latch shut behind him, curling up on the couch to await Hiro’s arrival.
A few moments later Suguru walked in, followed closely by his best friend. Both were shocked by his early appearance, but the singer didn’t give them time to speak.
“Hiro! I need help!” The demand the same as the previous day, Hiro raised his eyebrows.
Suguru, however, was the one who replied. “What, did you sleep with my cousin again?” The very thought apparently rankled the teen; he was huffing in irritation.
Shuichi blinked at both his band mates before letting out a noise like a squeal. “You told him?”
Hiro sighed as Suguru nodded crossly, but Shuichi’s indignation was put on the back burner for a moment. “I slept with Ryuichi-san yesterday afternoon…”
Suguru fell backwards onto a couch, gaping. “You do get around, don’t you?”
Flushing, the singer ignored his comment. “Hiro! What do I do?” It was wailed at the top of his lungs, and the other two flinched at the sound.
“Do about what?” He hadn’t really said what his problem was… Knowing Shuichi, it might be that he’d slept with him, or it might be that he thought he’d slept with him badly…
“About those two! I love them!” Suguru passed out. “But I can’t really have anything with either of them, and even if I could, who would I choose?” His poor mind felt as if it were going to explode.
“Shuichi, calm down. Look, you have two problems. One, you can’t have either of them: if this is true, then you just need to wait until you forget about them. Don’t argue.” The guitarist headed off the objections Shuichi was about to utter. “And second, you don’t know who you’d choose. The odds of you having to choose between them are pretty low! So, if either is available, go for it.”
“Easy for you to say! And what if I do have to choose?” He felt, for some reason, that even if everything was over with both, he should choose in his mind one or the other.
Hiro shrugged. “I don’t know. Whichever you think would make you happiest, I guess.”
Disgruntled at the lack of help, Shuichi pouted through their practice that day, his mood not improved by the time he arrived home.
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Ryuichi shut his cell phone, smirking as he walked into his kitchen. Tohma raised an eyebrow at him over his laptop screen, but didn’t comment. His plans were laid out, and K had been more than obliging with his help; he thought that the idea of all three of them was amusing, and at the very least thought that his singer might get a good example from them. Now, he just had to wait for tomorrow, and try to keep his blond lover ignorant of his plans; he wouldn’t like them much, but Ryuichi thought this would be the final step to gaining Shuichi, and if it was, the keyboardist wouldn’t have many objections once everything had been accomplished.
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AN:
Well, it’s short, yes. But the next will be up tomorrow! As early as possible, I promise. (Tomorrow is Tuesday, for me…) It launches right in to Ryuichi’s grand plan… and I promise that the threesome will finally be in it! This chapter just...needed to be here, I think. I couldn't have Tohma arrive and the sex happen... it needed a little set up, first, which this allows me to add. But, it should be back on track after this now. (The last... three updates have been more/less than I wanted them to be...)
Check out the two drabble collections I have up, both of which will also be updated tomorrow! Tell me what you think, and feel free to email me!
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He gulped and wriggled cautiously out of Ryuichi’s grasp. That was it! He was definitely a slut. He was going to be in the thirteenth circle of Hell—which was the worst, because of the unlucky number—when he died, just for being such a whore. Tohma and Ryuichi? Who were, by the way, sleeping with each other? They, all of them, lacked morals.
Grimacing, he pulled on his clothes. He was sticky everywhere, and his traitorous body was unsteady and wanted to collapse. But he had to get out before Ryuichi woke. He looked back at the peaceful sleeper from the doorway. He was heartbreakingly beautiful, and Shuichi wanted nothing more than to crawl his way back into the warmth he was denying himself.
Shaking his head, he remembered the first flash of renewed want when his blond lover had shown himself the morning after—as strong as it had been, he had barely been able to ignore it, and fighting the same feeling again with Ryuichi would be testing his luck. His willpower was pathetically weak lately.
Tearing his eyes from the coiled singer, he trudged out of the apartment, hating that his heart was screaming at the loss of two loves.
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“Ryuichi…Ryuichi, wake up.” Tohma’s voice was calling for him, and he could feel the familiar hand shaking him awake. He opened his eyes, confirming the niggling suspicion something was wrong—Shuichi was gone.
“Ryuichi? What’s wrong?” Tohma saw the flash of anger and pain, chased by disappointment.
“Shu-chan’s gone. He was asleep when I called you, but I must have slept too…” Glancing at the clock, the singer realized there would have been plenty of time for the younger to sneak away; it was almost two hours since he’d called his keyboardist. Tohma had been late.
“What do you mean he’s gone? Please tell me you didn’t—“
“He feels guilty—he thinks he should be ashamed!” Ryuichi interrupted before the blond could accuse him. “I told him we were lovers, and he looked as if he’d broken a law! He thinks we’re…I don’t know… Off-limits to him? But that’s why he ran away from you… and from me. I guess he’ll take more convincing than I thought.” Ryuichi had to gulp in a few deep breaths after this proclamation.
“Are you sure he simply doesn’t regret his lack of self-control in both situations? And telling him we’re lovers may not have helped…” Tohma sat down next to the sprawled man, hand absently stroking along his bare back.
“He doesn’t! He’s just embarrassed by wanting us… and even more mortified that he wants both of us!” The last was said with a sly grin.
“You’re plotting.” Tohma sounded bemused.
“Well… don’t you think that both of us would be too much to resist? And if he’s assured he’s not stealing us from each other…” The singer’s thought trailed off.
Smilingly, Tohma dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Whatever you decide to try, you’ll have to be careful not to scare him away.”
Ryuichi grinned up at him. “I’ll be good, na no da!”
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Shuichi slunk into work early the next morning, peeking around every corner to be sure it didn’t hide a president or bunny-toting idol. He sighed in relief as he heard his studio door latch shut behind him, curling up on the couch to await Hiro’s arrival.
A few moments later Suguru walked in, followed closely by his best friend. Both were shocked by his early appearance, but the singer didn’t give them time to speak.
“Hiro! I need help!” The demand the same as the previous day, Hiro raised his eyebrows.
Suguru, however, was the one who replied. “What, did you sleep with my cousin again?” The very thought apparently rankled the teen; he was huffing in irritation.
Shuichi blinked at both his band mates before letting out a noise like a squeal. “You told him?”
Hiro sighed as Suguru nodded crossly, but Shuichi’s indignation was put on the back burner for a moment. “I slept with Ryuichi-san yesterday afternoon…”
Suguru fell backwards onto a couch, gaping. “You do get around, don’t you?”
Flushing, the singer ignored his comment. “Hiro! What do I do?” It was wailed at the top of his lungs, and the other two flinched at the sound.
“Do about what?” He hadn’t really said what his problem was… Knowing Shuichi, it might be that he’d slept with him, or it might be that he thought he’d slept with him badly…
“About those two! I love them!” Suguru passed out. “But I can’t really have anything with either of them, and even if I could, who would I choose?” His poor mind felt as if it were going to explode.
“Shuichi, calm down. Look, you have two problems. One, you can’t have either of them: if this is true, then you just need to wait until you forget about them. Don’t argue.” The guitarist headed off the objections Shuichi was about to utter. “And second, you don’t know who you’d choose. The odds of you having to choose between them are pretty low! So, if either is available, go for it.”
“Easy for you to say! And what if I do have to choose?” He felt, for some reason, that even if everything was over with both, he should choose in his mind one or the other.
Hiro shrugged. “I don’t know. Whichever you think would make you happiest, I guess.”
Disgruntled at the lack of help, Shuichi pouted through their practice that day, his mood not improved by the time he arrived home.
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Ryuichi shut his cell phone, smirking as he walked into his kitchen. Tohma raised an eyebrow at him over his laptop screen, but didn’t comment. His plans were laid out, and K had been more than obliging with his help; he thought that the idea of all three of them was amusing, and at the very least thought that his singer might get a good example from them. Now, he just had to wait for tomorrow, and try to keep his blond lover ignorant of his plans; he wouldn’t like them much, but Ryuichi thought this would be the final step to gaining Shuichi, and if it was, the keyboardist wouldn’t have many objections once everything had been accomplished.
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AN:
Well, it’s short, yes. But the next will be up tomorrow! As early as possible, I promise. (Tomorrow is Tuesday, for me…) It launches right in to Ryuichi’s grand plan… and I promise that the threesome will finally be in it! This chapter just...needed to be here, I think. I couldn't have Tohma arrive and the sex happen... it needed a little set up, first, which this allows me to add. But, it should be back on track after this now. (The last... three updates have been more/less than I wanted them to be...)
Check out the two drabble collections I have up, both of which will also be updated tomorrow! Tell me what you think, and feel free to email me!
idwyt_nome(at)yahoo(dot)com