Come What May

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor do I make any money from using the characters. I am a part owner of Kyosuke, though.

NC-17

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Note: Hello! This chapter is a break in the angst, a chance to catch up with the neglected threesome. In other words, a total smut fest. This chapter was also originally part of chapter 6 – which was originally supposed to be chapter 3. I have to fess up – I have been avoiding posting this chapter, as it is a little more… hardcore than usual.

Anyway – the point of this longwinded explanation is that this chapter takes some time jumps in order to bring the threesome up to date with Shu and Eiri in Tokyo. It reaches way back to chapter 6 and gives some hints at the next few chapters.

But mostly, I wrote it for the smut, so readers be warned!

As always, AshCat and Kri*Kri made it better!


Come What May


Chapter 11
Just Like You

You're my little love gun,
You're my beehive stinger.
I'll be your Braille if you'll
read me every night.
You are my cup of tea and
I'll drink you very slowly.
You are the church of love and
suddenly I’m feeling holy.

It's just like you to make me
shiver when I'm sweating,
It's just like you I'm pulling
at my party frock.
It’s just like you to leave me
shaking in my go-go boots.
I've seen love it might be true.
I've seen it, it looks just like you,
Just like you.

You are my second skin,
You are my birthday wish
I haven't eaten all day long and
baby you're my favorite dish.
You're the plug and I'm the socket,
I'm the moon and you're the rocket,
You can sing it, you can talk it.
You're the change in my back pocket.


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The morning after his arrival, my father joined me in the kitchen table as I was enjoying a cup of coffee and a cigarette. We were both early risers.

“Kyosuke-kun,” he began as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “We need to speak about your lovers.”

My cup of coffee stalled halfway to my mouth. “Why?”

He smiled and sat down at the table. “No, I don’t disapprove, if that is what you are thinking. Quite the contrary. Hiroshi and Suguru seem to be a match for you. No wonder you could never be happy in a relationship before. Who would have imagined you required two lovers in order to be happy.” He sighed with envy before he added, “I wish I had been able to manage that.”

“Mother would have killed you,” I chuckled. “She never forgave you for being in love once before you met her.”

He joined me in laughter, “Yes. Your mother was a very strong-willed woman. I needed that. Just as you do.” He sipped his coffee before he continued, “You should take your boys to meet her soon.”

“Do you think so?” I asked. “I wasn’t certain she would approve. She was never pleased with my choices before.”

“Because you were her son, Kyosuke, no one would ever be good enough for you in her eyes. But I feel she would have warmed up to these two. Especially when she saw how in love you are. I’m very happy, Kyosuke-kun. I was beginning to fear you would never love again.”

“I was fearful of that myself,” I smiled at him.

His eyes delved into mine and the smiled left his face. “You need to be careful, Kyosuke.”

“Careful…?” I felt the familiar prickling at the nape of my neck. “You mean…”

He nodded grimly. “I can send you more bodyguards if you want. Some added protection for Hiroshi and Suguru.”

“I don’t know if they would be comfortable with more bodyguards,” I said very slowly as I processed what he was saying to me.

Standing up suddenly, I hit the table with my knee, spilling my coffee. “Maybe I should go away for awhile. You know, to keep them safe.” My mind started to race. That stupid photo shoot! Now everyone would be able to connect Hiroshi and Suguru to me. I would call Tohma and Sakura and some how stop the publication of those pictures.

I rubbed my hand over my face. “I’m such an imbecile! How could I have let this happen? I should have never…”

“Kyosuke?” I heard the soft voice of a worried Hiroshi behind me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” I answered sharply. I saw my father’s eyebrows shoot up in reaction to my denial.

“It isn’t ‘nothing’, Kyosuke,” Suguru said calmly. “We can tell when you are agitated regardless of what language you are speaking in.”

"Don't you think you are overreacting?" My father asked calmly and in Japanese as he stared at me over the rim of his coffee cup.

"No, I don't think I’m overreacting!" I snapped at him in Mandarin. "You should have told me, father, warned me before I allowed myself to become so reckless."

"Kyosuke," my father continued quietly in Japanese. "You told me they know about me."

"They do. But that doesn't mean they understand all the ramifications." I answered in my native language.

Father sighed and took a sip of his coffee. In Japanese, he replied, "Please cease your dramatic behavior and sit down." Turning his head he said, "Hiroshi, Suguru, will you please join us? I believe we have some things to discuss."

"Father, I can't do this." I inhaled sharply, still speaking Mandarin. “I can’t risk what happened to Lee with them…”

“Do not be so rude, Kyosuke, speak Japanese. And perhaps you should allow the two of them to make their own decisions concerning risk.”

“What risk?” Hiroshi asked as he looked from my father to me.

Somewhere inside, I felt the fear break loose and the terror flood through me. If something were to happen to them… “No, I will not have them hurt because of what I am--what we are!”

"Kyosuke, sit down!" My father commanded. "Stop your antics and speak Japanese. Do not continue to treat your lovers with such disrespect."

It worked; my father's stern voice still had the effect of instilling total obedience in me. I sat down and folded my hands in my lap as if I was a chastised little boy. Hiroshi and Suguru sat on either side of me.

Father smiled at all of us and took a drink of his coffee.

“I wish we could get him to quiet down with such ease,” I heard Suguru mutter.

Laughing, my father said, “A small remnant left over from a time in life when he was small and I wasn’t. It doesn’t work as well anymore.”

“So what’s Kyosuke so upset about?” Hiroshi asked as he patted my leg reassuringly under the table.

“I believe Kyosuke may be a target at the moment.”

“A target?” Suguru began slowly. “You mean as in… being hurt?”

Hiroshi’s trembling fingers squeezed my leg.

My father nodded and added serenely, “It is a possibility at the moment. However, it is also very unlikely.”

“But, why?” Suguru asked, switching into his little professor mode. He was always interested in understanding the big picture, the ‘why’ of the way things worked.

“I have made some… powerful people very angry. Sometimes, when I make people angry, Kyosuke becomes a target.” He sipped his coffee. “It is not a common occurrence, especially now that he is grown, but it does happen occasionally.”

Suguru fidgeted, torn between his inexhaustible need for knowledge and his fear of being rude. My father saw the unasked question in his eyes and answered, “He becomes a target by virtue of being my son.”

“But he has bodyguards,” Hiroshi answered. “And I know he’s quite capable of protecting himself.”

Father nodded, “Yes. You are correct, Hiroshi. But danger to his own life is not what Kyosuke fears.”

“You mean…” Suguru began and then as understanding set in, he moved closer to me. Sliding his hand under the table, he tugged one of my folded hands free so he could lace his fingers though mine. “He’s worried about us?”

I swallowed.

Hiroshi tipped his head close to mine. Softly he said, “Kyosuke, nothing will happen to us.”

I shook my head. “You don’t know that.”

He sighed, “Yes. You are correct. I could fall down the stairs tomorrow and kill myself.”

“Don’t say things like th…” I tried to say but Suguru interrupted me.

“Or a crazy fan might stab one of us.”

“Yeah, like what happened with Shuichi,” Hiroshi added. “Only this time the fan might actually kill one of us.”

Suguru nodded. “Or our plane might crash.”

“Or the bus,” Hiroshi chimed in.

“Or there might be a fire in one of the venues where we play, burning all occupants alive.”

“Look, you two…” I started but Hiroshi cut me off.

“And what about earthquakes and tsunamis? Those could certainly kill us.”

Suguru laughed, “And we can’t forget about K. We are always in danger when he’s around.”

“You aren’t taking this seriously!” I raised my voice.

“So?” Hiroshi challenged. “What do you expect us to do, hide under the table? Run away?”

“I suppose we could take up Jujitsu with Shuichi,” Suguru smiled. “Would that make you feel better?”

“No!” I slammed my hands on the table and heard the laughter. I looked into my father’s sparkling, mirth-filled eyes and snarled at him, “You are not helping!”

He raised one eyebrow. “And how long before you concede the battle? Face it, my boy. You have their undeniable answer about risk. Now, accept your defeat and try and retain some dignity.”

“But…” I tried to say, but my father interrupted me.

“So boys, where do we go for dinner tonight?”

Suguru smoothed back an errant strand of my hair, trying to reassure me before he answered, “How about Indian? I could go for chicken tikka masala.”

Hiroshi’s hand slipped up the inside of my thigh and squeezed. With a teasing smile for me he said, “I want kebabs!”

My father was correct. The conversation about risk and my possible departure was over before it had begun.

There was only one thing left to do. I smiled at each of my lovers and I said, “I want Italian.”




The next day, my phone rang and I eyed it suspiciously. Hiroshi and Suguru were down at the studio and I was actually attempting to get some work done before I went to retrieve them.

“Inoue,” I answered.

“Hey, Kyo,” his troubled voice said. “How are you?”

“We’re all good. What’s up Shu?” I had been waiting for this call.

“Do you have a minute?”

I smiled, “Always for you.”

“Um, Hiro told me that you used to… well, that you… you’ve been around.”

Reaching for my cigarettes, I lit one, “I believe the term he uses is man-whore.”

He giggled on the other end, “Yeah that is what he called you.”

“And your point is?” I said in mock-seriousness.

“Well, how do you deal with past… mistakes?”

“Do you mean in the sense of having past lovers ambush me at my door, throwing Hiroshi into a complete temper tantrum?” I sighed. “I’m glad you brought it up because Hiroshi is impossible to deal with. He gets so mad at me when it happens I’m afraid he’ll leave me. What do you think, Shu?”

“If your ex-lover’s keep showing up, yeah… it might be possible. When it comes to you, Hiro has very clear ideas of what he wants.”

I shrugged, trying my best to ignore the sudden pain in my heart and said, “Well, I’d hate to lose him over something I did before we got together, but how can I change it?”

“That’s my question, too, Kyo. How do I change really stupid things I did after… you… disappeared.” He said it very slowly.

“You aren’t back to dreaming about me are you?” I smirked at the phone. “Yuki-san will be very disappointed in you.”

“Better you than Tohma,” he sighed.

My breathing stopped. “So it was Tohma you had…”

“Crap! Just forget I said that. It’s not what you think!” He scrambled for an explanation. “We never, we didn’t… nothing happened! For the most part, anyway.”

I closed my eyes as I heard his sorrow and self-blame. Tohma. Now I understood. “Shu – does anyone else know?”

He exhaled, “Well, Tohma, of course. Sakano, he… stopped me. And now you.”

“You haven’t told Yuki-san?”

“No. That’s what I’m struggling with, should I tell him? I mean, it’s Tohma. There’s always a possibility he will use the… situation against me at some point. And what happens if I just blurt something out one day? Kyosuke,” his voice broke with emotion. “I would be totally fucked if that happens.”

“Look, maybe it’s not as bad as you think. Tell me about what happened after I left.”

I wish I hadn’t asked him to tell me. It was awful. He included bits about hurting Hiroshi, but I knew there was more to that story. And he told me about the fanboys and the drugs he did, all the time he spent at Kai’s establishment. And then he told me about Tohma.

So this is what happened after I walked away? Shu had warned me it was ugly… but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine of this.

“Kyosuke?” He called to me quietly. “I freaked you out, didn’t I?”

“I’m so sorry, Shu.”

“What do you have to be sorry about?” He asked me.

“I should have…”

“You should have nothing. You have nothing to blame yourself over, Kyosuke. As you are so fond of saying, we made our choices. I let you go. Maybe I shouldn’t have and things would have been different, but I didn’t take that road and it’s no longer an option. My question is what do I do now?”

“Right!” I answered and filed the disturbing news in the back of my mind. I needed Hiroshi and Suguru to help me sort through the pain. Some of it anyway. Some of it I could not discuss with them. “You’re right, Shu. So, what should you do now? I think you should speak to Tohma.”

“Tomorrow. I’m seeing him tomorrow.” He answered.

“Good. So talk with him about it. I can’t imagine he would try to hurt you with that information; after all, it would serve to make Yuki-san angry with Tohma as well. And we know Tohma dislikes being on the receiving end of Yuki-san’s wrath.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s true; he does seem to hate upsetting Eiri. Although, when I think about it, sometimes I’m not sure about that… ”

I wasn’t sure about it either. Tohma did enjoy meddling in peoples lives. “So use what happened to your advantage, Shu. I don’t think you’ll need to, but if he tries to make things difficult for you, I say fight fire with fire.”

“Easy for you to say,” he answered with a sigh. “But I’m not very good at that sort of thing, Kyo.”

“Maybe not, but you know someone who is,” I smiled. “And who would help you any time.”

“You mean you, right?”

“Of course,” I laughed. “Besides, I owe my cousin a little payback.”

“You two, it’s hard to believe you actually like one another,” he commented.

“Why? There is nothing Tohma loves more than winning. And there’s nothing more I love than foiling him. We are a match made in heaven.”

“You’re crazy,” he laughed.

“I’ll agree to that. But crazy only in the manner of a very handsome fox.”

His laughter continued as he said, “On that note, it’s time for me to go. Thanks, Kyosuke.”

“Anytime, Shu,” I smiled. “Hey, I think Hiroshi and Suguru are going to call you in the morning. Will you be available?”

“Yeah.” He paused before he asked, “It’s nothing bad is it?”

“No, not at all. But all three of us need to be together before we tell you.”

“Okay,” he answered suspiciously. “I’ll talk to you then.”

“Hey, good luck tomorrow!”

I wondered how he would take the news the three of us were coming out to the press.

And I suddenly realized I was truly over him.

Hmm. The news would be please Suguru, although he probably wouldn’t believe me. Maybe I would keep my revelation to myself. To be honest, I was becoming fond of Suguru’s bouts of intense jealousy over Shuichi.

Perhaps a little guessing was good for a relationship.

I smiled again with my devious thoughts as I left the house to pick up my lovers.


It was a few days later and Shuichi had gone missing and Yuki was on a rampage. We were all waiting for news about our friend when my phone rang. It was Yuki-san so I quickly answered it, expecting news of Shuichi and their wonderful reunion.

Instead, when I hung up the phone all I could do was stare at it.

“Kyosuke?” Hiroshi called softly. “Is there something wrong? Is it Shu? Have they found him?”

I held out my hand to him and gestured for him to join me on the couch. He moved from the chair to the couch and sat down next to me.

Suguru watched us both closely before he said, “What’s going on?”

“First, Shu has not been found yet.” I answered.

The two sighed with relief and frustration.

“So who was that on the phone?” Hiroshi asked.

“Yuki-san,” I explained.

“Yuki? He called you?” Suguru asked with wonder. “Why?”

“He had just left Maiko-san’s apartment,” I began. “It appears Maiko-san is missing as well.”

“Maiko?” Hiroshi said in confusion. “Why would Maiko be missing? She’s living with that Miyamoto person. She’s totally in love with him.”

“You mean that creepy guy?” Suguru asked.

“Creepy? What do you mean?” Hiroshi replied. “He seemed normal to me. A little on the gushing side, but other than that, he seemed okay.”

“I don’t know,” Suguru answered with a shrug. “I always got a weird vibe off him. As if he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t. But I only met him a couple of times so what do I know?”

“In this case,” I said quietly, “you were spot on, Suguru. Apparently, this fellow of Maiko-san’s has a nasty temper and he has unleashed it on her.”

“What?!” Hiroshi jumped to his feet. “What happened? Is she all right?”

Taking his hand, I tried to sooth his agitation. “We don’t know, Hiroshi. Yuki-san said Maiko-san was not at the apartment and that Miyamoto was accusing Shuichi of kidnapping her. It sounded as if she has bolted from the scene.”

“That would explain Shuichi’s disappearance,” Suguru reasoned.

Hiroshi gripped my hand tightly, “Maiko…”

He would of course, take her situation personally. She was almost a sister to him. The three had grown up together, Shuichi, Hiroshi, and Maiko.

“We can only assume she is with Shuichi at the moment. He’ll take care of her, Hiroshi, you know that.”

He smiled thinly. “If he doesn’t get a hold of Miyamoto and give him a beating instead.”

Tugging his hand, I pulled him beside me again. “I suspect Yuki-san beat him to the… er, beating.”

“Really?” Suguru asked with clear admiration in his eyes.

“Sure,” I answered. “After all, I believe Yuki-san considers Maiko-san to be his sister as well.”

Hiroshi nodded. “Yeah. She was one person he was always nice to.”

“He promised to call us as soon as he hears anything else, Hiroshi.” I told him as I placed my arms around him. “Try not to worry, okay?”

He nodded but he slipped from my arms and stood up, making his way towards the kitchen. I suspected he was off to email both Shu and Maiko, even if he didn’t get a reply, it would make him feel better.

Once Hiroshi was out of earshot Suguru asked quietly, his eyes bright with curiosity, “Will you send someone to ‘visit’ Miyamoto?”

“Hhn,” I answered.

“Then, I’ll leave you to make any phone calls you might need to make.” He smiled over his shoulder and he moved to exit the room. Just before he stepped out he added, “Some people need a little incentive in order to behave, Kyosuke.”

Hmm. Sometimes Suguru was a little too intuitive for his own good. Perhaps it was that Seguchi blood in him.

I picked up the phone and dialed my father’s number. He would know whom to contact in Japan for help concerning this situation. We would make sure this Miyamoto fellow understood the rules.

After all, it was better I do this than Shu. Shu might not know when to stop.


A week later, we found ourselves at my favorite local bar. We were in the middle of a bizarre sex game that Suguru had learned from the photographer at the photo shoot. It had been a long night and poor Hiroshi had been it. Being it meant you spent the whole evening, out in public mind you, with increasingly larger butt plugs lodged inside you. As far as sex games went, I wasn’t sure it was my thing.

I took a drink of my beer as I observed Hiroshi squirming in his seat – he appeared to be very uncomfortable and completely distracted.

“Hey,” I leaned over the seat next to him. “How are you holding up?”

“You and your freaking kinks. How did I get picked for this?”

“My kinks?” I couldn’t help but chuckle before I said, “Oh, my dear Hiroshi, you are adorable. You agreed to it, that’s how you got picked.”

“I agreed to play – I didn’t agree to be it,” he snarled in reply.

“Next time, you’ll be quicker,” I said with a wink. “Next time, maybe it’ll be Suguru instead.”

“Or you,” was the curt answer.

Standing up straight, I grinned, “Catch me if you can, my Hiro-chan.”

“At some point, I will. And then, you’ll have to spend the night with…” Suguru joined us and interrupted Hiroshi’s rant of frustration.

“Hey you two, Tanaka-san wants to know if we want to go dancing.”

I smirked, “It might be up to our boy here.”

Suguru knelt down so that he was eye level with Hiroshi. Running a hand up the inside of our lover’s thigh he asked, “Hiroshi, what do you want to do?”

Hiroshi glared, his eyes dark with anger and pent-up desire. “What difference does it make? A club or at home you’ll both tease me mercilessly until you get your kinky sadistic streaks satisfied.”

“I am not a sadist,” I answered.

“I might be,” Suguru laughed.

“So what happens if I agree to go to the club?” Hiroshi grumbled at us.

Suguru and I smiled at each other before I said, “One more. Only one more and then I promise we’ll take you home and give you whatever you want. Although if you ask for relief now, there will be consequences.”

Ah, yes. The consequences. If he asked for it now, he automatically became ‘it’ the next time we played. There was a possibility he would do that. He appeared as if he might want to cry with his ache, desire, and pure frustration. I glanced at Suguru stroking our lover’s erection through his clothing. Hiroshi was hard as iron.

I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned over and kissed him, tongue deep into his mouth, salvia glands going into overdrive almost immediately. And Hiroshi whimpered with the kiss. Even though we were in public, even though there was a possibility of reporters, I didn’t care. These two men could make me crazy with desire anytime, anywhere. I didn’t need to know that Hiroshi had the…

“Come on,” Suguru said as he took Hiroshi’s hand and pulled him away from me.

Hiroshi acted as if his knees were weak with anticipation of what was about to happen. “I’m not sure I can take much more,” he panted to me.

“Hmm,” I smiled at him. “Oh, I know you, my darling, freaky boy. You love it. The more you whimper and whine, the more I know you are enjoying yourself.”

“You are kind of kinky, Hiroshi,” our younger lover said. “And wasn’t agreeing to this game your idea? I’m not sure Kyosuke or I would enjoy it nearly as much if we were on the receiving end.”

“Kind of kinky?” I laughed. “Oh, Hiro-kun is our own little sex kitten. Come on, we have access to the back room.”

“I don’t know how you manage to have such connections,” Suguru said.

“It helps that my dad is… an entrepreneur and many business are… indebted to him.” I answered carefully. You never knew who might be listening.

We got into the back room, which Iain had given me free reign to use. Suguru began rummaging through his bag as I kissed our sex kitten. Reaching down, I opened his pants and touched him. “You are so hard. Are you sure you don’t want to go home?”

He shook his head, but he looked miserable.

“You know what you have to do,” I pushed his pants down to his ankles and pulled them completely off. He was wearing a thong. I smiled with the memory of how we talked him into that. If I had my way, he would wear them from now on. “Come on,” I guided him to the table in room and kissed him deeply. He ground against me with a whimper.

“Over,” Suguru commanded.

I broke the kiss and pushed at him gently. He lay his body down on the table, ass in the air, as I pulled up his loose button down shirt and stroked his hair.

Suguru slid the thong down and removed the butt plug. Hiroshi exhaled with a whimper of relief. Next, Suguru picked up an even larger butt plug and covered it in lube. I stepped back so I could get a better view of what would happen next.

It had not taken Suguru long to become adept at our sexual games. He was still a novice, but an extremely fast learner. This was a new game for us, and I had to agree with Suguru’s earlier sentiments. I’m not sure I would enjoy an evening of increasingly larger butt plugs jammed inside me as we mingled with the public. My own erection throbbed painfully as I watched Suguru gently press the impressively large plug inside our mewling, writhing lover.

Hmm. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Stand up, Hiroshi, and turn to face us,” Suguru demanded as he pulled another item from his bag.

Hiroshi stood up slowly and gingerly. “Does it hurt?” I asked as I stroked his hair.

He swallowed hard before he answered his voice a whisper, “No.”

Suguru leaned forward and licked at Hiroshi’s dripping hard cock. Hiro’s fingers flew to Suguru’s head and tangled in his hair. “Behave, Hiroshi,” Suguru snapped as he slipped a cock ring over the exposed erection.

Hiroshi and I groaned in unison.

“You are a sadist,” I accused as I grabbed at Suguru’s ass.

“Maybe,” he panted. “I have one for you, too.” He held up another ring.

I crossed my arms. “Huh. What about you?”

“I already…” he blushed.

“Really? I don’t believe you, convince me.” I smiled as I reached forward and popped the button on his pants. “Show us,” I crooned.

He was beet red but he did as I asked. Sure enough, around his cock and balls was a ring matching Hiroshi’s. Well, what do you know? If I refused now…

“Come on, Kyosuke,” Hiroshi taunted as he reached for my jeans. “Or are you afraid you can’t take it?”

“Huh.” I answered dismissively as I let him open my pants. I did not resist as the two of them saw to my… restraint. “I do wonder why you are doing this to me. Uh, I thought the one designated as ‘it’ got all the teasing.”

“Ah, but isn’t teasing all three of us better?” Hiroshi said quietly as he placed his arms around my neck and kissed me, our tongues clashing. I reached around him and pressed on the slight protrusion of the plug. Groaning he pressed into me.

“So you are saying you feel better knowing we are all horny and hard?” I asked after I broke the kiss.

Suguru stepped up behind Hiroshi and pressed his body against his band-mates. They were almost the same height, a few inches shorter than myself. I reluctantly moved my hand from touching the plug and Suguru’s erection so the two could connect with each other.

The animal sounds they both expressed made me realize how close we all were to losing control.

“All right. Time to go,” I announced quietly.

Hiroshi whined in frustration as he tried to entice me by rubbing against me.

“The sooner we go, Hiroshi, the sooner we can… go,” I stepped away and took his hand. “Come on.”

I insisted Hiroshi sit in the back of the car by himself. Suguru kept an eye on him to make sure he did not seek relief.

The club was dark, smoky, and smelled of sweat and pheromones. Or, maybe that was us.

I ordered us a round of drinks and managed to secure a table in the bar, close to the dance floor but elevated slightly so I could watch my boys dance together.

Yet another flaw, I was hopeless on the dance floor. I always had been. Unless, of course, I’d had a lot to drink, then my vain worries of resembling someone suffering from a seizure tended to fade away mysteriously. But today, I was not drunk, nor did I have any thoughts of becoming so. Today, I would sit back and observe Hiroshi and Suguru sexually tease one another mercilessly while attempting to ignore my own raging and restrained hard on.

We would have to get our craziness under control soon. I was certain Tohma, Haru, and K would complain about our wicked ways. Well, even more reason to go crazy while we could.

I took a drink of my beer and watched Suguru and Hiroshi dance rather provocatively together. Aki joined with me and watched as well.

“He’s hot,” the drummer for Suspended Animation said.

My eyes darted to his, “Which one, Hiroshi or Suguru?”

“Well, actually both,” he answered. “But there’s something about Suguru…”

I chuckled, “You have no idea.”

“Are you guys…” Aki took a sip of his drink, watching me closely. “You know… exclusive?”

Well. There was that wild, unknown emotion surging in me again. Maybe I was capable of a bit jealousy, after all. “My opinion is yes, we are exclusive. But I haven’t really discussed it with Suguru, yet, so you’ll have to ask him how he feels. I will let you know he is in love with Hiroshi.”

“So… do you find this relationship difficult, Kyosuke?” He asked carefully.

“Why do you ask?”

“I’ve never seen you stay with anyone before,” he answered. “In the past, you’ve always hopped from bed to bed. And you’ve never let any of your previous lovers stay at your house.”

I grinned at him, “Indicating I was a slut?”

He laughed, “Absolutely. I never thought I’d see you… settle. I knew you had a thing for Shuichi – but nothing ever seemed to come out of that.”

Leaning my head on my upraised hand, I smiled again, “Are you jealous, Aki?”

“Well, yeah. You knew I was gay, but you never, you know, hit on me.” He said as his eyes darted away.

“That’s because I like you. I don’t have…” I struggled with choosing the correct word before I continued, “quickies with people I like. And work with. It gets too complicated.”

“But, what about them?” He said as he pointed at Suguru and Hiroshi.

“They are something else, Aki. I’m still sorting it out myself.” I answered honestly.

“Are you actually in love with them?” His brown eyes sparkled with amusement.

I stared at him, “Yeah. I believe I am.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes. I am in love with both of them.” I looked but I couldn’t see my boys on the dance floor anymore.

He began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I asked with suspicion.

“We all lost.”

“What are you talking about?” I said as I sat up straighter to see if I could spot my lovers. Nothing.

“Suspended Animation had a bet on who would finally snag you,” he said while he continued chuckling.

“What?” I turned my head to stare at him again.

“Yeah. Haru said he thought you were really a closet hetero and you would realize it one day when the woman of your dreams walked through the door.”

I smirked and said, “That’s not going to happen.”

“I know. Miki imagined you were harboring a broken heart from the past and someday he would show up again and you would have a fairy tale ending of love.”

“She’s very romantic, isn’t she? Well, she’s right about the broken heart – but wrong about the rest,” I was suddenly intensely curious about what other dreams my co-workers had. “What else?”

“Kenji thought Shuichi would land you,” he chuckled again. “But I knew that wasn’t going to happen.”

“Really?” I placed my head on my hand again and asked, “And what did you think?”

He shrugged before replying, “I think a lot of things. But my bet was that you were secretly in love with Shuichi’s boyfriend.”

“Who? Oh…” I sputtered at him. “You are not referring to Yuki are you?”

“Yeah…”

I started to laugh, “Oh, Aki, thank you! I can’t wait to share that with Yuki-san! He’ll find it very irritating.”

“Kyosuke,” I heard the lust in Hiroshi’s voice, and something else. How was I in trouble now? I turned to see his determined look. “Let’s go.”

“Already? But I wanted to dance with Suguru,” Aki complained.

Hiroshi’s eyes narrowed, “Not tonight, Tanaka-san.”

Hmm. More jealousy on Hiroshi’s part.

Suguru put his arm around Hiroshi’s waist and smiled at the drummer, “Next time, okay, Aki-san?”

“Um, okay,” he answered as he eyed the possessive Hiroshi nervously.

We excited the club and Suguru announced, “Since you were too involved at the club to watch us, I’m sitting in the back with Hiroshi.”

Great. I was dealing with two jealous boys.

“Fine,” I grumbled. “Don’t get too carried away and distract me into crashing.”

My flat was not far from the club, which is a good thing. By the time we got home, Suguru had Hiroshi’s shirt and pants open.

“Come on, you two,” I snapped. “Or I’m fucking someone in the car.”

“Ooh, swearing are you? Maybe you are not so unaffected by us after all,” Suguru said testily.

As soon as he stepped out, I grabbed his arm and pushed him up against the car. I pressed against him as I said, “Stop being so jealous, Suguru. For your information, I was discussing Aki’s lust for you.”

“What?” Suguru sputtered.

I rubbed against him. “Yes, he wants you.”

“You are such an idiot, Suguru,” Hiroshi snapped. “Haven’t you noticed it before? He’s always drooling over you. We should fuck you raw in the driveway for your idiocy.”

“That is a wonderful idea, Hiroshi,” I said as I unbuttoned Suguru’s pants as he attempted to squirm free.

“No, Kyosuke,” he hissed at me. “I’m not it.”

For some reason, I felt the overwhelming need to have him, to claim him; it was as if my body wouldn’t wait. Was this more jealousy? Hmm, maybe it wasn’t all bad.

I turned him and leaned against him, pinning him so he lay across the hood of my Jaguar. I pushed his pants and underwear far enough down to have access to him. His struggle picked up several notches, “No!”

“Stop squirming, Suguru,” I teased as his arms began flailing and he twisted in earnest as he tried to get loose. “What are you so afraid of? Are you hiding something?”

“No! I’m not it!” he whined.

I easily overpowered him and held him still, my curiosity getting the best of me. He was hiding something and I intended to find out what. Holding him still, I studied his naked ass in the darkened driveway. “Well, what to we have here, Suguru?”

He answered with a whimper.

“Take a look at this Hiroshi,” I said as I touched the ring with the string hanging from Suguru’s ass. “I think Suguru wants to be it next time.”

“What…?” Hiroshi stared at Suguru’s exposed ass and then he smiled. “Anal beads?”

“I believe so,” I answered as I tugged at the string and Suguru moaned.

“He comes off as being such a sadist, but I think he likes being our bitch the best.”

I turned him again, to see his face in the dim light in the driveway but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I grabbed his chin and forced his head up, he closed his eyes in embarrassment. Leaning down I kissed him, sticking my tongue in his mouth and meeting the strange feeling of metal. I pulled my head back abruptly.

“It’s okay,” he panted but he still would not make eye contact. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Can we…?”

He nodded as he answered, “Yes. It’s healed, it’s been three weeks.”

“Did you hear that, Hiroshi?”

“Yes,” Hiroshi answered as he closed the distance. “I wanted to fuck him in the driveway, but if his tongue is healed and he’s stuffed with anal beads, I think that calls for copious amounts of oral sex.”

I bent down and picked him up, placing him over my shoulder. “I agree. We both need to find out how that tongue feels. We’ve been deprived for way too long.”

“No wait,” Suguru huffed and half-heartedly attempted to wrestle free. As I carried him to the front door, his pants were still halfway down his thighs, exposing his skin to the night air. I held him in place with one hand and caressed his ass with my other. I could feel his hard on digging into my shoulder. He couldn’t fool me. He loved this. “But, I’m not it.”

I could see Hiroshi’s dilated, lust-filled eyes before he said, “Maybe I should get out the riding crop for you, Suguru.”

“What?! No!” Suguru said as he continued his struggle against me. Hiroshi opened our flat and I carried our squirming, pleading treat to the bedroom as he cried out, “This game was supposed to be about teasing whoever was it. I’m not it! And I’m not into pain! You guys know that…”

“Stop whining,” I said sternly. “You know we’ve both been dying for this moment. We’ve been so sweet to you; it’s time you paid us back for our patience.”

“But I’m not it,” he whimpered.

I threw him on the bed and there was a blur of hastily removed clothing, some of it in pieces while other items miraculously remained whole. And, before I knew it, Suguru was off the bed and kneeling in front of me. He licked my restrained cock, harder and harder before he began dragging the metal ball against my flesh.

“How is it?” I heard the pure desire in Hiroshi’s voice.

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see our ‘it’ being a good boy and keeping his hands off himself. To be honest, I had no idea how he was managing to hold himself back.

“Incredible,” I answered just as Suguru sucked on the tip of my cock hard enough to make my head spin with the sensation. I grabbed his silky head and pulled his drooling mouth away from my aching erection. “‘Guru-kun,” I panted staring into his glazed over eyes. “Hiroshi’s been a very good boy tonight. I think you should reward him.”

He nodded and stood up, making his way to the closet. He pulled down his trusty crop and I watched Hiroshi lick his lips.

As far as pain-inflicting accoutrements go, the riding crop is fairly tame and safe, even for novices such as Suguru and myself. I was not the type to go out of my way to inflict pain, as I was too concerned about hurting the other party. My recent adventures with Hiroshi had made me even more cautious. I didn’t mind watching, but I was surprisingly squeamish concerning the actual administration of pain.

Suguru, however, didn’t have such limitations. I had taught him all I knew about whips – which admittedly, wasn’t much. I suspected that as time went by and he gained skill, we would see bigger and fiercer implements brought into play. Suguru’s love for knowledge and Hiroshi’s love for pain would drive the experience.

The snap of leather on skin coupled with Hiroshi’s moan of desire brought me out of my musings. Suguru had Hiroshi on his knees, bent over the bed with his hands stretched out, his ass ready for abuse. The plug was still in place. The sight was surreal and unbelievably hot.

I wanted to fuck them both senseless.

Standing straight and proud, Suguru extended his arm as he wielded the whip, striking hard enough to leave slight marks but not enough to break the skin. Fiercer whips would need definite discussion before allowed in our games. Our younger lover could be scary.

The crop struck flesh one more time, right below the plug, and Hiroshi cried out loud enough that I became concerned. As Suguru brought his back his arm, I grabbed his wrist hard enough to make his hand go numb and the whip fell to the floor. I pulled him backwards into me.

“That’s enough,” I whispered into his ear. “Look at him. His ass is already striped. You need to learn some control.”

“But…” he panted. “I wouldn’t really hurt him.”

“I don’t think Hiroshi knows when to stop, ‘Guru-kun. Neither do you.”

“Suguru,” I heard Hiroshi, he was also panting and he turned around and gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s not about what I can take. This is about what Kyosuke can take.”

“What? No… that’s not it…” but I knew Hiroshi was right. Another limitation. Hmm.

I felt Suguru nod, “Yeah, Hiroshi, I understand. Kyosuke?”

“Yes?”

“Will you help me? I think I’d like to have Hiroshi now.” He said with barely contained lust.

“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling as if I had spoiled the mood.

He turned and smiled at me, his eyes still full of desire. “Yes, I’m sure. We’ll discuss the rest later, but right now…”

I reached down and gently removed his cock ring. He sighed with relief.

Placing his arms around my neck, he kissed me passionately, clashing his pierced tongue with mine. Moving his head lower, he nipped playfully at my neck before he viciously sunk his teeth into the flesh near my collarbone.

“Oww!” I shouted as I pried him loose from me, feeling a strange, intense surge of desire shoot through me. What was that? I didn’t like pain. I rubbed at the bite and asked, “What was that for?”

He looked deep into my eyes, as if he searched for something. Finally he looked at the squirming Hiroshi before he said, “I’ll be quick. Kyosuke, you know what to do, right?”

I nodded, still rubbing the mark.

“Hiroshi, on your knees,” he barked.

Our human toy compiled, sliding onto the bed and on his knees so his ass was higher than the rest of him. Suguru climbed onto the bed behind him and licked at the welts, laving each one with his tongue and the steel ball.

Hiroshi groaned with each stroke of the tongue. I could see the pre-come dripping from his bound, neglected cock. He loved it.

When Suguru finished licking each of the raised marks, he straightened himself up onto his knees. He grabbed the butt plug and eased it out of our lover, once removed he threw it to the floor.

Hiroshi tossed his head, his long hair flying and his fingers dug into the mattress as he gasped with relief.

Suguru didn’t give him but a moment before he slid his cock into the still opened hole, still squeezing and pinching at the welted flesh of our lover’s bruised ass.

A low, keening sound of pleasure rose from Hiroshi’s throat.

I joined the two on the bed, positioning myself behind Suguru. He remained motionless and it was clear he was doing everything he could not to come immediately. So far, the night had totaled about five hours of foreplay. It was no wonder we were all ready to pop.

After slipping my middle finger through the ring hanging from Suguru’s ass, I placed the flat of my hand against him and pushed him forward. “I’m ready. Go Suguru.”

His fingers gouged into Hiroshi’s hip and he began to move. I let my hand follow his movements, but within minutes, he cried out, “I’m going to come already, do it now!”

I pulled the beads from his body with one quick tug and he screamed with the double sensation. And he continued to scream.

When he fell to the side, I caught him before he rolled off the bed. I think he was actually unconscious for a moment. It was a good one, all right. I placed him gently on the bed and waited until he regained his senses before I turned back to Hiroshi.

It was my turn. “Hiroshi, remove my cock ring.”

He did so, but not without a few licks for good measure. I grabbed his head before he got serious with me.

“How does your ass feel?” I asked softly as I stroked his hair and looked into his smoky-gray eyes.

“Bruised. Beaten. Abused. Glorious.” He smiled brightly before he said, “But at this moment, what my ass feels the most is empty. Come on, Kyosuke, fill me up.”

What a tease.

“Get on your back,” I commanded quietly. Once he was there, I moved between his thighs and I lifted his left leg behind his knee, raising him high enough so I could enter him in one swift motion. He moaned with my invasion. His wet heat clenched at me and I groaned with the sensation. When I was in, I shifted so his right leg was between my knees and lifted his left leg to my shoulder, gently forcing him to turn to his left side.

I began to move.

I wanted to last, I really did. But five hours of teasing, cock rings, butt plugs, anal beads, riding crops, and watching my lover’s fuck was more stimulation than I could handle.

Reaching between us, I quickly removed Hiroshi’s cock ring and wrapped my hand around his throbbing, dripping erection. He shouted almost immediately, his entire body convulsing with his release as his passage clamped down savagely on me.

And I gave in and let myself go with him.

The sheets were clean and the three of us were fresh from the shower and lying quietly next to one another. I was tired.

“Kyosuke?” Hiroshi muttered with an angry exhaustion.

“Hmm,” I answered lazily.

“I don’t think I can do that again. It was too much. Too kinky.”

Suguru started to laugh, interrupting Hiroshi’s soft rant of frustration. “You can’t fool us, you loved it.”

“And you, Suguru,” Hiroshi continued his random and low-key tirade. “I believe you really are a sadist.”

“I might be,” he continued to laugh as he agreed.

“Yes, I think you might be at that,” I said as I absently touched the bruise he had left near my collarbone. “We might have to have your teeth filed down.”

He grinned before he said, “Or maybe file my eyeteeth into fangs, like David Bowie.”

“No way.” I shook my head, images of Suguru with fangs danced in my head. Very sexy, oh yes, but deadly as well. “You bite too hard as it is. What was that all about?”

“You don’t trust me, Kyosuke,” Suguru answered.

“Of course I don’t. You bite too hard,” I responded.

He sighed in response. What was that all about? A discussion we would need to have another day, right now I was too exhausted.

The three of us were silent for a few moments before Hiroshi said, “I miss your dad.”

I chuckled before I said, “I’m not sure how I feel about your statement.”

“I miss him, too,” Suguru added. “You are a lot like him, Kyosuke.”

“You think?” I asked with a smile.

“Yeah, but he’s cooler,” he teased.

“And he doesn’t talk as much,” Hiroshi added.

I rolled my eyes.

“It’s so weird to have a parent accept us for what we are,” Suguru added.

Rolling onto my stomach, I gazed at my shorthaired lover, his anger at me still evident in his eyes. “Well, it’s not as if he’s ever made easy choices himself. He lives something of an alternative lifestyle to begin with.”

“How old were you when you came out to him?” Hiroshi asked quietly.

“I never did. I think he knew before I did. At first, when I dated girls, he seemed skeptical and I didn’t understand why.” I smiled with my memories. “When I started seeing Lee, he didn’t even bat an eyelash. Now Mother… she was another story.”

Suguru sighed and said sadly, “She didn’t cry, did she?”

I repositioned myself so I could lay my head on his chest. “Oh, my, yes! There were many tears and many cries of “Where did I go wrong?” She was very dramatic about the whole thing.” I chuckled before I added, “Just imagine Hiroshi as my mother and the picture is complete.”

“Hey!” Hiroshi poked my under my arm, my ticklish spot.

“Is that why you were attracted to him? Because he reminds you of your mother?” Suguru giggled.

I thought about that. Hiroshi did remind me of mother. “Yeah, possibly. A little. Although saying it out loud sounds kind of…”

“Creepy,” Hiroshi finished for me.

“It’s not right however you choose to word it,” Suguru said and we all shared a laugh.

After a moment, Hiroshi asked quietly, “Is Shu staying with us when he comes back to London?”

“I’m certain Yuki-san won’t allow that,” I answered as I centered on Suguru’s calm heartbeat and the feeling of Hiroshi fingertip drawing random patterns on my back. I was totally relaxed.

“Well,” Suguru gave his opinion. “I don’t think Shuichi should be left alone at the hotel. Miki might get a hold of him again and the next thing you know…”

“He’ll be gone,” Hiroshi finished.

“Gone for sure and maybe worse.”

I remained quiet as I allowed the two of them to sort out their concerns for Shu. I was concerned for him as well. Without Yuki to keep him grounded, Hiroshi and Suguru would be the second line of defense. I would do what I could to help, but somehow my help always lead to problems between Yuki and Shu, not to mention Suguru’s inevitable anger.

Recently, I found I was much happier when my lovers were happy.

“So what do you say, Kyosuke?” Hiroshi asked. “Hey, are you asleep?”

“No,” I answered. “Just very relaxed.”

“You don’t think he’s actually had his fill, do you?” Hiroshi asked Suguru.

“Impossible,” Suguru replied. “He’s probably dreaming up our next adventure.”

“Hardly,” I said with a yawn. “I’m tired.”

“Well, before you drift off, what do you think of our proposal?” Suguru asked.

“What proposal?”

“I knew it.” Hiroshi laughed. “He wasn’t listening.”

I rolled onto my back; they were ganging up on me again. “I was listening, just not to any words. Tell me now.”

“Shuichi,” Hiroshi said with an exasperated sigh. “Suguru has offered to speak with Yuki-san about Shuichi staying with us until the tour starts.”

I sat up, resting my weight on my elbows, immediately Hiroshi’s eyes were riveted to my scar. He had a morbid fascination with the ugly mark. Ignoring him, I gazed into Suguru’s deep brown eyes. “And you would be okay with Shuichi staying here?”

Suguru shrugged before he answered, “I’ll be okay with it as long as you don’t touch him.”

“Suguru,” Hiroshi said as he tenderly touched the jagged, irregular scar low on my stomach. “You are speaking about Kyosuke and Shuichi. They both tend to be very affectionate.”

“Affectionate?” I said with a smile. “You make me sound as if I am a cat.”

“Not a cat,” Suguru grumbled. “A dog. You’ve said so yourself.”

Hmm, he had me there. Still, I could not allow the challenge to pass me by so easily. “So, ‘Guru-kun, what do you expect me to do? Lurk around until I find Shuichi alone and then jump on him? Drag him to my bed and have my way with him? Or; maybe you expect Hiroshi and me to ambush Shuichi together, tie him up and take turns with him while you sit sipping tea in the kitchen?”

Hiroshi tried to hide his laughter so I turned my wrath on him as well. “And you! You are no better, always expecting me to run off with anyone at any time.” I sighed. “I’ve had enough of this, you two. I know it’s difficult, but I need for you to at least try and grant me the benefit of the doubt.”

The room was silent. Had I gone too far?

“I’m sorry, Kyosuke,” Suguru said quietly. “Sometimes I allow my jealousy to get the better of me. I mean, who wouldn’t want you?”

“Well, Shuichi for one, you silly boy,” I said as I smiled at him. “When are you calling Yuki-san?”

“Tomorrow.”

I couldn’t wait to hear this conversation…

It was nearly a week later when we went grocery shopping. My lovers were very excited about Shuichi coming to London. We weren’t yet sure if Yuki would be joining him, but he promised to cook for us either way. I had to admit, I was surprised Yuki would allow it. I suspected it had something to do with Maiko’s ex-boyfriend.

The two of them were chattering away about a song they had been working on, ignoring me as I put away the groceries. I had to smile at their enthusiasm over the upcoming tour as I stocked the cupboards in anticipation of Shu’s culinary skills. I folded up all the bags and put them away only to notice there was still one small bag still on the counter.

As they continued their chatter, I reached for the bag and looked inside.

All conversation in the room stopped and I felt the blood drain from my face. Inside the innocent looking paper sack was a bottle of lube, a thong, and a smallish butt plug.

Suguru leaned across the counter so his mouth was by my right ear. He clicked his tongue barbell lightly against his teeth and said, “I believe you have been caught.”

Hiroshi draped himself over the counter in the same fashion only to stop at my left ear and whisper, “Tag, you’re it, Kyosuke.”

I suspected this would be a very long night for me.

TBC


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