Silk and Sweat

Discl: I don\'t own Yami no Matsuei.
This is smut. Pointless smut. Threesome. You could say this whole story arc is set in far far future where the boys have learned to cope with things *shrug* Don\'t read if you\'re not into happy harmless smutty threesome ^_^ .

Silk and sweat
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The sun rose lazy and unhurried, spreading golden beams all over Meifu like a bird ruffling its feathers. The harsh light penetrated even the smallest spaces, saturating every molecule. The rays slipped past the shades and landed on a peaceful face of a sleeping young man.

The light brown mop of hair shifted. Desperately clinging to sleep he hid his face from the light, nuzzling his face to his partner. Content was the word of the day. Even half asleep he could discern feeling more relaxed and satisfied than he could remember.

An involuntary blush stained his cheeks as the last images of his dream played behind his eyelids. That was the most erotic dream he ever had. In it, he was pleasured not only by his beautiful partner, alsoalso by his current crush. Both were so gorgeous, so attractive, and all he had to do was submit to their ministrations.

Except… he had a vague idea that it wasn\'t just a dream. Most of it was, because really, he didn\'t think Tatsumi would ever do that… but the gist of it was true. That would be the Tatsumi part. Just to be certain his memory didn\'t play dirty tricks on him, he turned his head and very carefully opened his eyes.

Yep. His memory was correct. That brown hair did not belong to his partner. Neither did those blue eyes.

Wait! Eyes? He was awake? Hisoka could feel the panic rise in his guts. Damn the shadow master and his shallow sleep! Or maybe he always woke up early? Whatever, it was bad! Bad for him, since he had no time to contemplate whether to run like hell, apologise profusely, or simply get up, make breakfast and hope nobody spoke about this again.

Before he got to figure out more possible reactions to the current predicament, the blue eyes he was staring at blinked and focused.

\"Calm down, would you, Hisoka-kun? You\'re projecting,\" Tatsumi muttered. \"And before you ask, yes, I can sense your projection. I sensed it yesterday too, although I\'m not entirely sure you know how you were projecting,\" he continued.

Hisoka blinked. Then he blinked again. Projecting? What on high heavens was he talking about?

Tatsumi sighed. Tsuzuki\'s bad habits, like wanton behaviour in office and complete lack of clue seemed to rub off. Well, time to play Mr. Know-it-all again. \"Have you wondered exactly why I don\'t have the usual empathic aura? Why I have natural walls?\"

Hisoka nodded. He did wonder about that. Tatsumi was like a black hole, no emotion escaped his orbit of presence. Previously he had written it off by natural shields, just another trivial piece of things that made people different. On second thought, it was a bit odd. Even when Tatsumi went into \"evil mode\" and was obviously very peeved, there was no more than the faintest fickle of emotion to be felt.

\"So, I decided to do some research. Empathy is quite rare, before you I had not met one. I was curious to know why I was unreadable. It\'s not just my excellent composure, you know,\" Tatsumi quirked a small smile. Seeing his attempt at humour was met with nothing more than confusion, he sighed again and continued: \"I found out that being a shadow master comes with one particular benefit. It dampens the emotional aura. Actually I had a nice metaphor for it, but somehow I… forgot. I think it\'s the company, what do you think?\"

Hisoka felt quite perplexed. This man looked like Tatsumi, but it might as well be a stranger otherwise. The Tatsumi he knew was not this open, or looked this relaxed, or cracked jokes unless it was to tease Tsuzuki. Furthermore, Tatsumi never looked at him like that! Nor did he run his hand across his side, slipping under the thin blanket, fondling his hips and pulling their bodies closer…

\"Now, why look so shocked? You were definitely not shy last night,\" Tatsumi leaned to whisper. \"I don\'t believe you did it only for Tsuzuki.\"

\"I… I didn\'t… it wasn\'t my… oh damn, I\'m so sick of this blushing!\" Hisoka\'s first defence against stuttering was the usual, to snap, only this time he found no one else to snap at but himself. This situation was beyond awkward. Tsuzuki had made him forget himself last time, now he was left to deal with the consequences. So like Tsuzuki to do that! Sometimes he got so mad.

Tatsumi chuckled at the outburst. \"Why so sick of it? I happen to know for a fact that your dear partner is quite fond of that reflex. And I must admit, I have come to understand him now. Usually I prefer the more mature types, but then again, it\'s not like Tsuzuki is the epitome of manliness.\" While he talked his hands were still busy, tempting the needier and less self-conscious side of Hisoka to come out. He could see how his caresses made his muscles tense and relax, how his green orbs clouded and disappeared under the lids when he teased the nipples.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the neckline, followed by another, and again, growing in intensity until he was so engrossed in it he barely noticed his teeth left an indent to the skin. His hands were on the same track, sinking into the soft flesh and bringing them together, skin on skin.

Somewhere along the way Tatsumi had rolled on top, Hisoka\'s hands winding around him with a mind of their own. They rocked against each other, a dance of no steps, no rules. Only the heat and friction and planes of muscle and joints, entangling and demanding. Sighs and whimpers filled the air. The salt of sweat clung to the bed sheets.

Another devouring kiss brought forth a tremble on the smaller form, only to turn into a violent shudder as he was pushed into the mattress. Tatsumi was quick to notice it.

\"You seem to enjoy a little rough play. Do you have a thing for pain or are you just fed up with mushy gentleness,\" Tatsumi stated more than asked. \"Is this what he has denied you? Why you\'ve been eyeing me?\"

Hisoka gasped. Had he been that obvious? Or maybe he just didn\'t give enough credit for Tatsumi\'s observing skills. Hmm, if he had noticed, that would explain why he went along with this at all.

\"What do you think, should we wake the sleeping puppy too? It\'s almost rude to exclude him now,\" Tatsumi asked playfully.

\"No need for that, I\'m awake,\" Tsuzuki mumbled to the pillow. \"What with the creaking and all, who could sleep here. It\'s like a damn boat,\" he mock-whined.

\"How nice of you to wake up! I was just about to ask you something. Do you mind if I play with your toys?\" Tatsumi asked with the most nonchalant voice, but the most devious expression.

\"Ah, I don\'t mind, as long as you let me play too,\" Tsuzuki answered with a similar sly grin.

Hisoka\'s face turned from initial surprise to confusion and finally ending in severe annoyance. What, or who, were they talking about? Some weird joke here he missed? And how in seven levels of hell could they act so… like they were having normal, everyday lunch conversation, anything but what really was, that is, the three of them, in bed, having various states of coverage by the fact that Tatsumi\'s blanket was clearly designed for one, not three?

\"I think Hisoka\'s a bit uncomfortable. You should get off him and let him breathe, maybe,\" Tsuzuki commented. Tatsumi nodded and rolled them both around, now so close to Tsuzuki that he could wrap his arms around them both. It was obvious that Hisoka wasn\'t going to play along without some explanation, so Tatsumi let the two of them figure it out.

Tsuzuki snuggled closer and gently caressed Hisoka\'s back while he started talking in a soft voice. \"I woke up last night and I freaked out, little like you I guess. I never planned waking up here, after all I have you and I\'m very happy with that. Don\'t even think you\'re not enough, Hisoka.\"

\"I didn\'t, you idiot,\" Hisoka mumbled, but his eyes closed and his head turned to hide his face.

\"So, I woke up and found Tatsumi standing by the window there, freaking out even worse. He started to apologise, saying things like he doesn\'t want to come between us and didn\'t mean to use the situation like that and all…\"

\"And I meant that,\" Tatsumi interrupted, suddenly compelled to defend himself. From what exactly, that was anybody\'s guess. \"I care too much for you to do that. I don\'t even know what got into me last night, that was totally out of character for me.\"

\"Yada yada, Tatsumi, he knows. Are you going to let me explain or not?\" Tsuzuki asked, and Tatsumi answered with an exaggerated sigh. \"Good. Where was I? Oh yes. We talked and I said it was my fault anyways, and I shouldn\'t have been so pushy and stuff. And using the office table like that was certainly out of line.\"

Tsuzuki paused to grin impishly. Hisoka felt the need to smack him a good one right away, but decided against it, since that would only prolong this awkward situation.

\"So after a while of apologies flinging back and forth we actually managed to agree on something. That is, we\'re both idiots, Tatsumi is sex-deprived, and you are the one who should decide on the rest.\"

Hisoka\'s eyes bulged. They expected him to clean up this mess? They were putting the responsibility on the youngest one, the one who had next to no say in this to start with?

\"You are both out of your minds!\" he fumed. \"What the hell do you expect me to do?\"

\"If I may say, I was hoping you would say it\'s all right and you\'d let me have a second round, or more,\" Tatsumi piped in.

That made Hisoka blush profusely, that and the fact he remembered he was still on top of aforementioned person. He glared at Tsuzuki in an effort to distract himself of that fact. \"And you? What do you expect.\"

\"Well,\" Tsuzuki began, \"I\'m not really sure. I love you as much as ever, and I don\'t want anything if it\'s going to make you uncomfortable. But I also want to give you everything you want,if yif you want him, that\'s okay. I just hope you won\'t leave me.\"

\"Baka. Why would I leave you? Don\'t you still trust me?\"

Tsuzuki smiled. Hisoka was right, he was always right. That\'s one reason he should be the one to decide. It was all about him after all. Tsuzuki\'s feelings were always secondary, that was just his nature. For the people he loved, he\'d do anything.

Hisoka sighed. Tsuzuki was Tsuzuki, and there was nothing he could do about that. Nothing he really wanted to do about that, since it was the whole of him he\'d fallen for.

\"Nothing will change, okay? We will still be friends, right?\" Hisoka whispered to Tatsumi.

\"Yes.\"

\"Okay then.\" His mind was made up, but damned if he wasn\'t going to keep them guessing for a while longer. Retribution, one could call it.

So he leaned to Tsuzuki to give a lazy kiss. Slowly he coaxed his lover to relax and drop his defences, mending their emotional auras. Kissing like this was as lis like a spiritual experience more than sexual. Tsuzuki\'s emotions were always so tender and warm, it was like drinking hot chocolate by a fireside while a storm raged outside.

When he had immersed into the white cotton candy of Tsuzuki\'s emotions, he withdraw. The pliant lleftleft parted as he skidded back to Tatsumi and sealed their mouths in a similar kiss. It was quite different. There was no melting into his mind, leaving only the raw, unapologetic meeting of flesh and saliva. The simplicity of it was unfamiliar, but nonetheless intriguing.

Parting again, Hisoka found his voice was barely audible, just a quiet rasp in the back of his throat as he managed to say: \"…So you think you can handle another round?\"

Tatsumi smirked. \"I\'m quite confident of my abilities, thank you.\"

\"What are you waiting for then?\"

A smile, a careless gesture, and suddenly Hisoka found himself flung to the mattress, hands pinning him down and lips trailing every bit of skin readily available. Turning his head he saw Tsuzuki smiling, his expression something between fascination and guilty pleasure. As his body began to respond to Tatsumi\'s somewhat coarse ministrations, Tsuzuki\'s look turned more intense. A s A small whimper escaped his mouth, and he could have sworn he saw Tsuzuki shiver.

\"…Didn\'t know you like to watch…\" Hisoka whispered.

\"Aa, that\'s just one of the things I like,\" he replied, and promptly tore Tatsumi away from Hisoka, and grabbed the former for a brng kng kiss. Tatsumi kissed back just as eagerly, running his hands along the planes and ridges of muscle he found under the damp skin of Tsuzuki\'s back. It was true; Tsuzuki was one fine examplemalemale perfection in flesh. Just enough muscle over perfectly sculpted bones, and taut over it all, untainted layer of soft skin.

Tatsumi\'s silent adoration was cut short when Tsuzuki whispered something. It was obviously a challenge, if the gleam in his eyes was any indication.

Hisoka watched this interaction, oddly comforted that the both of them seemed very at ease with his unvoiced decision. Well, it would have been dumb not to take advantage of such offer, right? And if it wouldn\'t hurt anyone… it wouldn\'t, right?

Tsuzuki disentangled his limbs from Tatsumi and turned around. Wearing a silly grin he crawled over Hisoka.

\"I just made a bet. I need you to close your eyes and co-operate, ok?\" he drawled between fervent love bites and gentle licks on Hisoka\'s shoulder line.

\"… okay,\" he breathed out. After he closed his eyes, he felt the bed shift, and one of them got up and rummaged around the room. Most li tha that was Tatsumi, since the caresses on his body felt like Tsuzuki, only a bit less mellow than usual.

The bed creaked, a weight settled down, and next thing he knew his hands were guided over his head, something smooth crossing his legs and moving up his body. Silk, must be silk, he thought, as the piece of fabric reached his hands. Gentle fingers followed it, reverently tied it around his wrists, binding them together. He could feel body heat seeping out from over him, the other\'s mixed emotions coiling and colliding to him.

Finally a tender breath hovered over his face, bringing with it the simplest words: \"You can open your eyes now.\"

He did, and closed them back almost immediately, swept away by the force of tongue invading his mouth, tracing meaningless patterns inside and catching his breath with them.

Hisoka didn\'t need to see, he felt it. Tatsumi working his mouth down Tsuzuki\'s spine, his hands gripping his hipreadreading him open, tongue dipping into the exposed crevasse. He felt it all as if it happened to him. Tsuzuki yelped, but never stopped his own advances. Fingers skipped over his collarbone, one set moving down to grip his thigh and the other stroking over, rolling around and finally pinching hard on his nipple.

The moan stuck in his dry throat broke free. His hips bucked to seek more contact. Tsuzuki rose and looked down at him in thinly veiled amusement.

\"Someone\'s anx now now,\" he purred. \"You like the tie? It\'s his,\" he said nodding to the fabric tying Hisoka\'s hands up.

\"…It\'s okay, I guess,\" Hisoka answered after trying to crane his neck in an impossible angle to observe said Tug Tugging his hands, he noticed it was bound to the headboard, not so tight though that it would be hard to break free. Just an illusion of restraint, and that was good. Although his fevered brain insisted it would be fine whichever way, since it was Tsuzuki.

Tatsumi decided this was a good moment to speed things up, so he stopped his licking and rubbed his hand over the wetness. \"So, are you doing what we agreed on or do I have to,\" he tugged at the sac to emphasize his point, \"…save him from your indecision?\"

\"Tatsumi, tsk tsk. Have you ever heard of foreplay?\" Tsuzuki quipped.

\"Well yes I have, and I\'ve had enough of it,\" came the answer. Tsuzuki chuckled at that, and twisting his neck he managed to reach the mouth so tantalizingly close to his ear.

Tatsumi tasted very neutral, only the faintest hint of coffee recognizable to him. Tsuzuki drank in the taste and the feel of his tongue, strong and decisive, just like everythilse lse in him.

It was the same decisiveness that made him yank Tsuzuki\'s hand and bring it down along Hisoka\'s stomach, giving several firm strokes to the hardness between them and then guiding it further, to the clamped ring of muscle. With no more warning, both of their index fingers were inserted, feeling the wetness of previous night and spreading it over.

Hisoka arched from the bed, his breathing more erratic and his skin flushing a tint of pink. The fingers delved deeper, brushing so near his spot of complete bliss. His self-restrained had flown out the window, or maybe it wasppedpped to the headboard with his hands, but who could care less at this point.

Tatsumi, efficient as always, had latched his mouth on Tsuzuki\'s neck, biting and licking, noting every hitch in breath to mark the most sensitive spots and attacking those again and again. His other hand wound around to play with darkened nipples, sneaking over thed fad fast approaching the swollen member.

\"You going to put this to use or do I need to teach you how,\" Tatsumi muttered to Tsuzuki\'s ear.

\"Less talk, more action Tatsumi,\" he answered cheekily.

\"Hmph. Same to you.\"

In one fluid motion their hands pulled out. Tsuzuki adjusted his position and threw a last jab at Tatsumi: \"Just watch how rough I can be.\"

One hard thrust and he was buried in the tightness of his lover, a flash of abrasive pain fighting with the intense pleasure. Hisoka screamed out his name, jerking under him, pain briefly registered and then forgotten in the turmoil of other emotions even stronger. A few thrusts after there was only a dull ache, the kind you get after a good workout of budo, strained muscles stretched and skin prickling under sweat.

Tsuzuki pushed and pulled, grunting and gasping, trying his best to think about all things mundane and trivial to last longer. A task that got harder by the second, as he felt Tatsumi\'s lubricated fingers digging into him.

After the most minimal preparing he wapalepaled, Tatsumi driving into him with reckless pounding. Every push shoved him deeper into Hisoka, every pull leaving him short of breath and reeling backwards. Tatsumi set their pace, and it was not slow or gentle. It was more like a hurricane, a force of nature setting impudent people back to their places.

Hisoka\'s legs, spread wide before, tightened and coiled around them, restricting their movements. Tatsumi would have none of that, so he flung them up and over Tsuzuki\'s shoulders. This was better, he thought. Now there was a better angle too, giving Tsuzuki more space and rousing Hisoka\'s hips higher. The next push drew a hoarse moan from Hisoka, something that would have been a scream had he not felt so raspy. Short of voice he started to mumble, mostly jibberish, drained syllables of incoherency.

Tsuzuki\'s eyes were glassed, taking in the faintly familiar face under him contorted in pleasure so far it looked more like pain. browbrows furrowed in concentration. A little more and he\'d be over the edge, wasted and spent.

\"Have…to…must…keep…\" He had no idea he was muttering it out. Between Hisoka\'s deceptively delicate form and Tatsumi\'s compelling confidence, he was rapidly reduced to a shivering bundle of raw nerves, simply reacting, not initiating. He saw Hisoka\'s parted lips quiver, eyelids shutter, and he he could do was watch, entranced, letting his body move in the rhythm Tatsumi set out.

Tatsumi, on the other hand, was not quite as focused as he appeared. He was half in denial about all of it. Being like this, having Tsuzuki so completely, sure he had wanted it for long. He just never allowed the hope to surface, and to be perfectly honest, the thought had slightly scared him. But somehow, throw one Hisoka into the mix, and here comes the superman-Tatsumi, ready to dare Tsuzuki into dirty tricks, to have his sentimental notions of nobleness crushed under fierce lust, pulling their strings and enjoying it. It was odd, but he filed the thought away until later inspection. Right now there was other things to occupy his minth. th.

Such things as the feet before him. Tatsumi had a thing for pretty legs; it\'s one of those fairly common objects of fascination among his peers. These legs, they were thin and fair, almost hairless, and the curve of the ankles was sharp and clean. Feet so petite they could belong to a woman, and toes curling as his breath tickled them. Yes, they were nice legs, different from Tsuzuki\'s, which were much less slim anagilagile-looking, but not bulky in the least.

They would both look absolutely stunning in black fishnet stockings. Or maybe those sheer, spider-web thin glossy ones, with a mural of flowers rising up the side. And they\'d have lace too… Now just how could he manage to make them wear stockings?

Tatsumi bit his lip, trying to muffle the indignant sounds tickling his throat. This was it, no more that he could take. He might as well wring every last drop out of it.

He let his hand wander to the sole of one feet, admiring the softness of the skin. Perfect. Then up, past the knee, quick, just a little squeeze to make him squirm… And then the image of seamed stockings and lacy garter belt, he could remove them with only his mouth…

That was enough. He came with few thrusts, pulsing so strong he felt it up to the pit of stomstomach. It took all of his willpower not to collapse down, but to stay up, even if he was shivering like jelly.

After a minute of collecting himself, he noticed he wasn\'t the only one frozen in time. Tsuzuki was rocking ever so slightly, a move so miniscule it could barely be called rocking. Like a swing without passenger, he was stuck in that pendulum of movement, losing momentum slowly. His head hang low, and his lips formed words not audible even to himself.

Hisoka was lying dazed, unmoving except the occasional twitch of muscle. His legs felt numb and his back sore, but to move meant to exert energy, and that seemed like a totally bad idea. Even without the exhaustion, moving two bodies with the mass of three and then some Hisokas was not his idea of easy. So he stayed put, waiting for at least some resemblance of coherency to come back to him. Sometimes, it truly felt his brains were somewhere between his legs, every orgasm making him momentarily debilitated.

\"Tsuzuki, move,\" Tatsumi whispered. He saw Hisoka\'s position and it looked very uncomfortable. Tsuzuki himself looked like he had gone through a press. And to be utterly honest, Tatsumi wasn\'t so perky either. Could be a fine day to call in sick, he thought.

He gently put Tsuzuki down beside Hisoka, drew the blanket over them and was about to settle in himself, when the phone rang.

\"Goddammit, can\'t they survive one morning without me?\" Tatsumi grumbled as he got up to reach the phone.

\"Moshi moshi.\"

\"Hey Tatsumii!\" Great, it\'s Watari. \"Konoe\'s been waiting you, what happened? You\'re never late!\"

Tatsumi sighed. \"I do have the right to sleep in once in 50 years, am I?\"

\"Sure! It\'s just… kinda uncommon… Anyway, Konoe asked to tell you that Tsuzuki and Hisoka are also late, maybe you could pick them up?\"

\"Yes… yes, I will. Is this all?\"

\"Hmm…\" Tatsumi could almost hear the gears turning in Watari\'s head. \"It is very uncommon indeed…Hey! Now I got it! Tatsumi got laid! Wow man, power to you! I thought you were totally, like frigid or something! Wait until Tsuzuki hears this…\"

\"Watari-san, with all due respect my personal matters do not concern anyone else. And I\'d prefer if you\'d keep this theory of yours to yourself. If I see one snickering face when I get there, I\'m coming after you, understood?\"

\"Hai hai. Wouldn\'t dream of displeasing Big Scary Tatsumi! Just move your ass here before Konoe makes me do paperwork! Ja ne!\"

Click. Tatsumi sighed. So this is what happens if he sleeps in. Maybe he should make it a habit, might teach them some self-sufficiency. Then again, if Watari starts doing his paperwork… Uhh that\'s scary. All his neat requisition forms messed by random unidentifiable chemicals, his pens chewed by either Watari or his bird…

Suddenly he had the compelling urge to simply teleport over there to save his papers from sure destruction. Then he remembered he was still stark naked, and that would probably cause way too much hassle at the office. He snickered as he thought of Konoe walking into his office to find him busy at work, wearing nothing but his glasses. Now that\'s one way to get extended leave.

He turned back to the bed. \"Tsuzuki-san, we should…\"
tsumtsumi stopped short to see the two fast asleep, curled over each other and looking so peaceful. They did make such a pretty picture.

Maybe he\'d just call them in sick. Then he could sneak out to take care of the poor patients.

That was a good plan.