Dance With Me

Chapter Two: Massage of Trinity

Eiri stood in the doorway, watching Shuichi
who had gone back to dancing around the room, cigarette hanging
from his lips. "Damn all of you,"

Shuichi cringed, knowing he was in trouble. "Eh, welcome
home, Eiri!"

"Am I welcome home? I just want to make sure I am not
interrupting yours and Rage's foreplay. Because if I am, I can
come back another time."

Tears welled up in Shuichi’s eyes having known this was
coming. "I didn’t mean it. I was trying to be nice to
her and she was just a little too nice. Please don’t hate
me, I was just playing…" He whimpered, clutching his
knees to his chest.

"Rage a little too nice? What a joke. But there's nothing
wrong with being nice just to get what you want. I would think if
you wanted to be that close to her, Shuichi, you would at least
wait for me to join in. Don't give me that scared little look.
Where are your balls, Shuichi? It's not like I carry them around
in my pocket you can use them sometime. "

Shuichi kept sobbing, feeling absolutely horrible about himself.
"I’m sorry, I’m so stupid. I’m just an idiot."
He put his head down on his knees, sniffling.

"Yes, you are an idiot. But I'm an asshole, so we make a
good pair. Now wipe your face, strap on your balls, and stop
crying. How come you never dance like that for me?"

Shuichi looked up, drying his eyes. "I didn’t think you
liked to dance. I thought it would annoy you." He stood up,
wiping his nose on the sleeve of his shirt.

"How will you ever find out if you just assume that
everything will annoy me? " Eiri asked, blowing out a long
stream of smoke.

Shuichi nervously walked over to him, the Nittle Grasper tape
still playing in the background. He hung his head slightly as he
stood before Eiri.

Eiri grabbed him by the hips, jerking him close, smirking down at
him. "Look at me. Smile at me. I hate coming home to you
jumping around and on me, but I hate coming home to you sulking
around even more."

"Eiri!" Schuichi gently wrapped his arms around Eiri’s
neck and smiled at him, then rested his head on his lover’s
chest, closing his eyes, sighing happily.

Eiri slid his arms around to wrap loosely around Shuichi’s
waist, looking down at him. "How do you think it makes me
feel that the moment I come through the door you go from happy
and bouncy to scared and miserable? It really makes me feel good
to know that coming home causes you so much misery. Not
everything makes me mad. You don't make me mad half as much as
you apparently think you do. So someone kissed you when you were
missing me? Big deal. Like that would make me jealous. You do
worse when you're on stage. And getting caught up in the moment
with Rage doesn't piss me off, because you're still a guy. I'm
not an asshole, just too realistic and reasonable. And you are
annoying and indescribably adorable."

Shuichi smiled and giggled, suddenly noticing Predilection
playing in the background. He turned slightly to glance at the T.V.
and laughed a little bit, his eyes dancing with humor.

"And easily distracted." Eiri reached around to slap
Shuichi’s backside, waiting for him to focus again. He
changed tactics, strategy realigned. His lips ever so slightly
caressed those of the smaller male. "Did you have fun
earlier, Shu-kun?"

Shuichi squealed and then turned back to face his lover with a
slight smirk playing at his lips. "I had fun, sure. But not
as much fun as I would have if you were here. He smiled again and
nuzzled Eiri’s neck.

"If I were here, would that have stopped you?" He
pushed Shuichi’s head to a tilt with the insistent press of
his own cheek, biting gently down the slope of Shuichi’s
neck, creating a row of tiny red marks.

Shuichi shuddered and whispered softly, "I’d rather be
here with you any day." He ran his fingers through his lover’s
hair.

Eiri licked the smooth flesh behind the shell of his ear, scalp
tingling from every caress. He began to move his hips again,
gently bumping Shuichi’s in a move that might have seemed
playful if it weren’t for the personal source. "I like
coming home to find you alone. It makes everything so much easier.
I'm glad you kept busy. I'm glad Rage was here. But, I am most
thankful for those pants you're wearing. "

Shuichi smiled and clung to him, pressing him closer. He breathed
softly against Eiri’s ear, a soft sound reaching him. He
then dropped his arms, running them down his lover’s sides.
He put his hands on Eiri’s waist just above his hips. "My
Eiri…"

Eiri tensed for a moment, holding in the shiver that inevitably
ran through his spin as his ear heats up. It was a tender
assault, and not one to go unnoticed by the hyper sensitive
appendage. "Stay away from there." He ran his fingers
down Shuichi’s arms before grabbing just under his chin to
tilt his head back as far as it would go, leaning his taller form
over to lick. "Maybe we should take this somewhere else. I
can tell it's going to get rather inappropriate."

Shuichi smiled. "Anywhere and anything you want, Master Eiri."

Tohma coughed slightly, watching from his position in the doorway.
Aquamarine eyes followed every movement with a morbid curiosity.
Slender fingers contrasted against the black of his sleeve. A
bead of sweat trailed down the side of his nose, giving off the
fact that he was very uncomfortable. He was clenching his pant
leg with one hand, and the sleeve even tighter. He wasn't able to
tear his eyes away, even if he wanted to.

Eiri pulled away with narrow, suspicious eyes. "Master Eiri?
You've never called me that before... where did you get it? Rage
didn't say something to you that I don't know about, did she?"

Shuichi grinned. "I just wanted to try something new. You
like being my master, don’t you." He glanced at Tohma
in the doorway for a moment and then back to Eiri.

Tohma had a very uncomfortable look, both from being caught
watching, and from the watching itself. He licked his lips, eyes
traveling over the forms of the two before him.

Shuichi blushed and tried to focus on Eiri, ignoring Tohma. He
nuzzled his chest some more, unable not to peer at Tohma around
the side of Eiri.

"Hmm, I suppose I do," Eiri said. His slight smile
returns, less a gesture of happiness than it is amusement.
Returning his lips to the curve of Shuichi's neck, two of his
fingers press into Shuichi's lips, forcing their way in. "What
do you think, Tohma? Do you think I like being a Master? "
He asked over his shoulder.

"I do think you like it, but...I should just go now."

Shuichi whimpered and gave in to Eiri. "What the?" He
looked up at him questioningly.

"But you just got here, and I haven't seen you in a few days.
That's a long time for you to stay away from me, Tohma. I'll
stop, I promise." Eiri said, still thrusting his fingers
into Shuichi’s mouth.

"But you're busy, and the booze is callin'... I can hear it
a-callin..." Tohma turned to go and get wasted some more,
wanting to drown the erotic sight burned across his brain. He was
quite obviously drunk and had every intention of staying that way
for a majority of the night.

Shuichi saw Eiri’s attention diverted and pawed at his
shirt, trying to get him to pay attention. "Y...uki…"

"Don't think I'll forget that you walked out of my home to
go drink, Tohma. I suppose there IS something you would choose
over me." He looked down at Shuichi pawing at his shirt,
blinking a few times before touching their noses together to
place a kiss on his soft lips.

"Mm. I consider that being a tease, Eiri-san! I have a bit
of rum in the kitchen, but right now…I really want to join
you two..." Tohma said softly, looking at them over his
shoulder.

Shuichi melted into the kiss, yielding to his lover’s every
whim. A gentle whimper escaped into Eiri’s kiss. Tohma’s
words then sunk in and he looked at the other man with a
perplexed look on his face.

Eiri forgot that only a moment ago, he had pouted and snapped
like a spoiled child and opened his eyes through the kiss to look
at Tohma. Taking a deep breath, he released Shuichi’s bottom
lip with a wet snap, standing straight. "That gin must have
gone straight below the belt. Come here, Tohma. "

"I'm serious, and it's not the liquor talking either."
He walked over with a look that consisted of the gin, and the
fact that the gin definitely went below the belt. He stopped next
to Eiri, just watching, breathing heavily.

Shuichi clung to Eiri’s arm as his eyes darted back and
forth. "Uh, you’re kidding, right?"

"That's good, since I'm serious, too. Either come here or
get out. I would prefer you come here," he said to Tohma
before looking at Shuichi. "I'm not kidding. Are you
objecting?"

Tohma placed his hand on Eiri’s shoulder with a small smirk.
"You only need to ask once. Why would he object? I'd not
object if i was him..." He glanced at Shuichi out of the
corner of his eye, raising a pale eyebrow.

Shuichi shook his head violently. "No, no not at all. It’s
just...weird. Okay! He grinned innocently. "Anything you
want, Eiri!"

"Good boy, Eiri has trained you well." Tohma said,
smirking at the young singer, his tongue darting out to lick his
lips.

"Eh, yeah, you could say that." He looked up to meet
Tohma’s gaze, shifting nervously.

Eiri listened to the sounds of Tohma’s breathing, licking
his lips in an act of unconscious preparation. Placing one hand
on Tohma’s cheek, he slowly directed their lips just an inch
apart. It took him a moment to sift through the sudden haze
enough to realize his breathing had begun to quicken. When
Shuichi gave his consent, he closed the distance, pressing their
lips together.

Shuichi stood there, watching, his eyes wide. He swallowed hard,
trying to decide what to do with himself as he watched his lover
make out with his boss.

Tohma’s fingers gripped at the other’s shirt, the mix
of alcohol and everything else pushing him. Seeking more contact,
he pressed into the kiss, while pulling the taller man against
his body.

Eiri didn’t know why, nor did he pause to think about it,
but his body tingled with dizzying force at the pull of Tohma’s
thin finger. He could taste alcohol and something so distinctly
Tohma, so unique to his mouth. His tongue pushed in, demanding
more of the taste. Chest to chest with Tohma, he blindly reached
back to grab at Shuichi. After a moment of grasping air, he felt
fabric and smooth muscle that could only be the boy’s
stomach. Sliding his hand down, he gripped the waist of the boy’s
pants to yank him towards their pressed bodies. "Come here."
It was spoken through Tohma’s mouth, muffled, but he was
unable to tear himself away from Tohma’s lips, wanting
Shuichi against him.

Shuichi wrapped his arms around Eiri from behind, nibbling on his
lover’s ear and giggling slightly, his tongue darting out to
caress the tender flesh, torturing it.

Tohma slipped one arm around Eiri’s neck and ran his tongue
over the roof of the other’s mouth. With his free hand, he
trailed his fingers teasingly down the blond’s thigh, with
varying bits of pressure.

Shuichi suddenly found himself playing with Tohma’s hair,
delicately twisting the light golden locks. He used his tongue
and teeth to toy with Eiri’s ear and neck, delighting in the
shivers that traveled up and down the blond’s back.

The double assault on Eiri’s body was met with much
appreciation, a soft purr rumbling from the back of his throat.
Shuichi’s lips left long threads of fire that shot down his
neck, further numbing his brain. It was already hard enough to
think, kissing Tohma this way, let alone that Shuichi insisted on
touching the one part of him that always made his knees soften.
That was why he let out a rosary of noises, beginning to grow
rough with Tohma’s mouth to punish him for teasing his thigh.
Pressing his hands to Tohma’s face he pulled away. "Don’t
stop there, Tohma. Keep going." But he wasn’t even sure
if Tohma could hear him, his voice as soft as it was. It was hard
to speak, hard to focus on the careful extraction of tangible
words. Besides, his lips were already seeking Shuichi’s
shoulder. "Kiss each other." It was an order to
Shuichi, vocal permission for the pair to enjoy everything this
game had to offer.

With his eyes side and his body trembling, Shuichi leaned slowly
closer to Tohma until their lips touched, a shiver passing
through his body at first contact.

Through his haze, Tohma snagged Shuichi’s collar, and pulled
him into a bruising kiss. His hand still remained on Eiri’s
body; through he was lightly trailing his other over ears and jaw.
He’d give what they asked him for, and he wouldn’t be
satisfied with just this.

Shuichi moaned into Tohma’s kiss, surprised. He’d grown
weak thanks to Eiri’s fiery kisses on his shoulder, his
knees trembling, threatening to buckle.

Giving Shuichi’s shoulder an appreciative bite, half lidded
eyes watched the two of them kiss. Jealousy mingled with
excitement, which only fueled the speeding pattern of his heart.
With a sharp, quick gesture, he slipped Tohma’s hand away
from him. But it was only to begin running his fingers down Tohma’s
chest, fingering at his expensive shirt buttons. Plucking them
loose one by one, every new slip of skin revealed was met with a
kiss, trailing down to the last button. He ended up on his knees,
mouth open against Tohma’s lower stomach.

The contact from the other’s lips pulled a strangled moan
from Tohma’s throat, into his kiss with Shuichi. He dug his
nails into the back of Shuichi’s neck, the forceful kiss
pushing Shuichi into his wall. He ran his tongue over the boy’s
lower lip and sucked on it a little, his fingers dangling in Eiri’s
unruly blond strands.

For a moment, Shuichi’s eyes slid open, falling down to gaze
upon Eiri. He pressed himself against Tohma, trailing trembling
fingers down the other man’s bare chest, deepening the kiss
even further. He wrapped his arms around the man, now pressing
his hips near Eiri’s face.

Tohma’s fingers pulled at Shuichi’s shirt and he worked
the fabric up and off his body easily, tossing it over his back,
running a hand over the exposed flesh.

Tohma’s fingers made Eiri weak, though he would never let
such a weakness show though. Instead, he pursued his bold course
downward, undaunted, giving no pause as his lips caressed the
fabric of the intruding barrier.

Deft, impatient fingers plucked the button un-done with as much
ease as he had used when parting Tohma’s shirt. The zipper
came down slowly, metallic teeth opening bit by bit with a sound
that was both soft and loud at the same time.

But really, it was hard to hear anything over his breathing. And
it was too warm, so close to the two heated male bodies. Still he
drove forward, distracted from sliding his hand into the open
space of Tohma’s pants by Shuichi’s thin lips. Their
bodies compared nicely, both thin, boyish, enticing. So it only
made sense that Shuichi’s pants met the same fate, though
they were a bit tighter. Tohma had been nice enough to shed the
shirt for him.

Shuichi trembled under the older man’s touch, digging one
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TBC