Drievuldigheid - Drie Samen

AN:
Well, here’s the first part of Chapter 6. Don’t worry, the second part will be posted tonight too! But that was such a lovely place to stop it, and the next part is even longer than this—together they’d be incredibly long! The second chapter of both drabbles is up, and third parts will be up tomorrow! Read and review all my stories, and tell me what you think! Hope you like the threesome!

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Ryuichi had waited impatiently for the perfect moment—his fidgeting the past several days had driven the already stressed Tohma nearly mad; and any of his suggestions on how they might relieve that tension were met with glares and snapped orders to control himself. But that was okay; he had meant for his lover’s reaction to play a large part in his ultimate plan, and a relaxed Tohma wouldn’t have worked. It was the “seducing” a frustrated president that Ryuichi was counting on as being the final bait for a skittish singer. Shown another side to the two of them, Shuichi wouldn’t be able to tear himself away—and once his interest was captured, they would actually have time to reassure him, the only thing they’d both lacked before he’d run from them. But no matter. Everything was ready to be carried out—he just needed a moment when Shuichi was vulnerable—and, preferably, sober—to set his devious plot in motion. Everything else was arranged—he’d quietly managed to sneak a few things into Tohma’s apartment; it had to be Tohma’s, because the keyboardist needed to be surprised, and what better way than by getting him in his own home? Not that what he’d be doing was uncommon—they’d both played their roles before. The only variable was Shuichi.

Fortunately, K had told him that his singer looked nearly ready to have a breakdown, and Nittle Grasper’s vocalist knew he was done waiting. K had already played his small part at lunch almost an hour ago; everything would be ready to commence.

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Shuichi dragged himself down the hall towards the vending machine for some much-needed caffeine. He had started feeling sleepy after lunch, but he knew he had to stay awake. He didn’t really feel like getting shot. Wistfully, he thought of curling up with either of Nittle Grasper’s male members for a nap, but shook his head. They would be napping with each other—not him.

Grabbing a warm can, he sank slowly to the floor. His eyelids were drooping, but he couldn’t bring himself to open his drink. Feet stopped in front of him and he looked up blearily to see a sweetly smiling singer before his eyes fluttered shut and he gave in to the pull of unconsciousness.

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Looking down at the boy knocked out by drugs, Ryuichi thanked Tohma silently for his prescription of sleeping pills, and that it was a strong one—Shuichi would be out until sometime tomorrow morning, despite how early today it was. Down the hallway, K leaned out of an open doorway.

“Is he out?” The American peered curiously at the boy as the older singer knelt in front of him.

Tilting the sleeper’s head back, he slid his hand along the younger’s face. When he received no response—indeed, even the deep breaths hadn’t altered their rhythm—he turned towards the blond and smirked. “Yep! Mission complete!”

K grinned at his own phrase being thrown back at him before giving Ryuichi a thumbs-up and disappearing back into the studio. The singer scooped Shuichi up, carrying him bridal-style out of the building—he ignored all the strange looks; he was used to them—but thanked the gods that Shuichi was light.

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Stretching without opening his eyes, Shuichi hummed happily—he felt truly rested, for the first time in almost a week; since the night he slept with Tohma, actually. The thought made him open his eyes, and he froze in panic. It was bright, very bright. Large windows let in the sun—how late was it? At least mid-morning, he thought, which meant he was late for work. But he had bigger problems. Like discovering where he was—and how he’d gotten here. He remembered… let’s see… he’d been really tired, so he’d gone to get a drink; he’d been almost asleep against the wall when he’d seen…Ryuichi?

Oh no.

He scrambled out from under the sheets and off the bed. Creeping to the door, he saw his shoes. Pulling them on as quietly as possible, he peeked out the door.

Shit.

He was in Ryuichi’s apartment, all right. The hallway had all the framed pictures he remembered. But what was he doing here? Curiosity could wait, he decided. He nearly tiptoed down the hall, finally coming to the sparse living room, and face-to-face with the owner of the habitation.

“Ohayo, Shuichi!” Said owner seemed quite happy to ignore how confused he was, and he was dragged across the living room to a kitchen.

“Do you want food?” He was handed a plate with pancakes on it, already liberally doused with syrup.

Shuichi pushed the plate away and looked at his host. “Ryuichi-san? Why am I here?”

He almost instantly regretted asking when his eyes met dark blue. “Why did you run away from Tohma and I?”

A question for an answer, and Ryuichi seemed pissed. This wasn’t good. He gulped. “I…shouldn’t have slept with either of you.”

The stare didn’t let up; the other singer barely seemed to have acknowledged his response. “You’re here because I had K drug you so I could kidnap you.”

Uncomprehending for a moment, Shuichi blinked at the sentence; what was he talking about? K wouldn’t have…wait. K would have. The younger boy grew frantic. “Why did you want to kidnap me?” Ridiculous scenarios were running through his mind: Ryuichi keeping him prisoner here, Ryuichi forcing him to be a sexual plaything, Ryuichi fucking him senseless…

Okay, so they weren’t exactly bad scenarios.

“Why shouldn’t you have slept with Tohma or I?” Shuichi blinked at him again… he didn’t really have to answer that, did he?

The seconds stretched long and he realized he probably did. “Because you’re lovers! And what right do I—?” He cut himself off. Too much. Ryuichi didn’t need to know that he still idolized them.

“I wanted to kidnap you to get answers… and persuade you.”

His lips twitched on the second explanation, and Shuichi understood what he was doing. They each asked a question, they each got an answer. Okay, he could do that. “Persuade me…?”

Ryuichi watched him. “Would you be involved with Tohma or I if you didn’t think you were ‘breaking us up’?”

“U-umm…” Shuichi had no clue how to respond; but he couldn’t lie, not to him. “Yes.” It came out barely more than a whisper.

A smile appeared. “Persuade you to do nothing more than what you want.” At the end of this cryptic statement, the blue eyes flickered to a clock. It was twenty till twelve, and they needed to go.

“What do you mean, what I want?” Puzzled, the younger blinked at the other. Oh. Oh! “You mean…a relationship…?” His voice was a squeak.

A warm chuckle met his question, and he was pulled gently towards the door; he let himself be led, too baffled to fight. “A relationship with…you?”

“Well…yes, and no.” The elder was then silent, Shuichi staring at his back blankly as he was pulled onto a subway. Finally, his idol let out a sigh and faced him.

Ryuichi was glad the compartment they were in was empty. It was a straight track to the affluent part of Tokyo, and few people needed to travel that way, especially this time of day; it meant few people were around to witness what Shuichi’s reaction would be. “I like you… a lot. So does Toh-chan. But we love each other. What I need to persuade you on is... I don’t know! How would you convince someone a decade younger than you to become involved with you and your lover?” He waited for the hysterics…or for the younger to pass out.

Shuichi sat down heavily. “You… and Tohma-san…want me…? His head fell back against the seat with a thump. His mind was reeling. Common sense told him it had to be a joke…but it couldn’t be. Not about something like this, when he’d already been fucked by both of them. He felt, more than saw, Ryuichi sink to his knees in front of him.

“Shu-chan?” He raised his head, but the elder’s mouth slammed down over his. His mind was telling him to wait, get more answers—but not to stop. The hesitation wasn’t enough to halt his body, which remembered all too well the feel and taste of Ryuichi’s. He submitted easily, heat washing through him; he was finally released several minutes late, and was led out through the thinning crowds in a daze.

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They were headed towards a building—recognition hit, and he stood stock still. “You were serious about all three of us, weren’t you?” It was the only explanation for why they were in front of Tohma’s apartment building.

Looking at him sympathetically, the older singer tugged gently at their joined hands. “Do you want us?” The murmur ended against his lips, and he nodded mindlessly.

When they reached the door, it was locked. The vocalist pulled out a key and let them in. Still quiet, Shuichi followed him into the master bedroom—a place still almost too familiar. Ryuichi laid down on his side on the wrought iron bed, reaching out to his younger lover. Gulping, knowing he was sealing his fate, Shuichi moved to kneel next to the older man.

“Where’s Tohma?”

Ryuichi threaded fingers through the other’s hair as he thought. “Tohma will be coming home soon to…retrieve something.”

“Retrieve what? And doesn’t he know we’re here?” If he didn’t know, Shuichi certainly wasn’t going to stay.

“Me. I’m needed this afternoon to finish a recording. He’ll check my place then come here.” Ryuichi yanked him to lie down, draping an arm across him. It effectively kept him from moving.

“I can’t be here if he doesn’t know!”

“Relax, Shu-chan~!” The voice was childishly sinful—he was pleased with himself. “Toh-chan hasn’t been happy lately. He won’t do anything with me, and needs to…loosen up.” The tilt to his head made it clear what the ‘anything’ and the ‘loosen up’ were to imply. “We’re going to help him. He won’t be too appreciative at first, but the convincing can be the most interesting part!” He ended in a near squeal, holding back giggles.

Shuichi really, really didn’t trust this side of him. “Convince him?”

Ryuichi frowned at him, disappointed. “Don’t be afraid of Toh-chan! He likes you—that means he’ll let you get away with anything!”

Slightly calmer, Shuichi asked him what he meant by convincing again.

“Don’t think Tohma tied up would be fun to play with?” His voice was thoughtful, contemplative, but his eyes glittered wickedly.

Bad Luck’s vocalist gaped at him. His mind couldn’t wrap itself around the idea of the President of NG Records helpless. But oh, the image was fun…

Ryuichi laughed. “Glad to see you approve.” And he was yanked on top of the other’s body, his shirt stripped off in a quick movement and mouth claimed once again.