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Dance With Me	By : VisageWriters Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: Assembling
a Quartet

Tohma titled his head back with a gasp, his
nails scratching down Shuichi’s torso, slowly pulling at
Eiri’s hair. The cold air that hit his heated skin was
making it that much harder to remain in control and every touch
made him slip further down the black hole.

Familiar with the taste of Shuichi’s skin and still tasting
Tohma’s mouth on his, Eiri was faced with the choice of who
to lavish licks upon next. Both stomachs, both naked chest, both
enticing exposed his begging that it be his choice. Finally he
started where he had left off. Teeth began to bight against Tohma’s
jutting hip bone as he pushed the pants down lower and lower away
from them, leaving more vulnerable to the cold air.

This would be his undoing. Tohma allowed himself to place his
full weight against Shuichi, a multitude of pleasured noises
pouring from his throat. Fingers gripped at flesh and hair,
pulling for more contact. He had to give in to Eiri’s skill,
as he wouldn’t able to hold on to his control for much
longer.

Shuichi broke away and started to leave a trail of hot kisses
down Tohma’s neck after a quick glance into his Aquamarine
eyes. His soft hands trailed down Tohma’s torso, drawing
lines of goose bumps to the surface of his skin. Tohma slipped a
pale hand past Shuichi’s waistband, teasing his arousal with
cool touches, moaning softly, his eyes fluttering shut.

Yes, even Eiri gave himself over to pride now and then. There was
a lot to be said of sexual conquest, especially of the unbridled
sort. And here he was, kneeling in front of his brother-in-law,
the very man he had wondered so many years ago about, imagining
this very thing. It was nice to get what you wanted. To him, it
was especially sweet. "Tohma…" The name was spoken
against a thigh, his back arched as his tall body curled downward
to lick the thin thigh. It was undeniable pleasure to freely
speak that name at a moment like this, finding the new flavors of
flesh with his tongue. But he wasn’t a tease, finding the
very sensitive appendage with his tongue. Lavish licks dug into
the soft skin, turning into taunt muscle, to hard to lick and
better to place teasing bites against.

Shuichi gasped sharply and clutched at Tohma’s shoulder,
digging his fingernails into his porcelain skin. He mewled into
Tohma’s ear, losing control of his voice and his body,
giving himself over to the other man’s soft fingertips.

In a fevered motion, Tohma gripped the smaller man’s arousal
as he pressed for more contact from the other blond. He pressed
his lips to the side of Shuichi’s neck and started off with
small nibbles and kisses, waiting to see what that would get him.

"Leave you alone for a few moments and you've got Seguchi's
hand around you?" Rage said, leaning against the doorway,
watching the three men hungrily, her tongue darting out to wet
her lips.

Shuichi looked to Eiri, his eyes in a haze. He was quickly drawn
back to Tohma who was relentless. He buried his face in the blond’s
neck and let out a deep moan, clutching at him.

Eiri laughed around the obstacle he had easily fit between his
lips. He pulled away, sliding his hands up to grip it tightly,
possessively. "I couldn’t’ stop them, so I decided
to just give my consent and join," he said to Rage, smirking
at her. That was, of course, a lie. But he was a hell of a good
liar and had a perfect poker face. "Angry you missed so
much, Rage? This is your ‘thing’, isn’t it? Man on
man."

Tohma bit and sucked at the smaller man’s neck, his strokes
powerful and with varying pressure. He was lost in a world all
his own, breathing rough and the contact between them driving him
slowly mad.

"Oh this is my thing, I just don't like shows starting
without me." She took a seat, crossing her legs. "Carry
on, Master."

Shuichi nearly lost his footing, his knees like jelly, grasping
Tohma for balance. He cried out, begging for more. "Ah,
Seguchi-san!"

"And here I thought you wouldn't call me that except when
speaking where no one else could hear, Rage." He paused to
listen to the noises above him, catching the rough, desperate
movement out of the corner of his eyes. It was hard to see past
the erection close to his face, fuzzing as he looked at the young
woman making herself comfortable on the couch. He gave her an
amused smile, licking the tip of the erection in his hand, each
time bringing it further and further back into his mouth.

The voice in Tohma’s ear prompted him to do more, and he
gave more, biting down on Shuichi’s collarbone. His grip
tightened and every movement of his hand grew that much stronger
and faster.

"It amuses me to call you it in public, does that bother
you?" Rage asked, tilting her head, watching Eiri through
the two bodies, hands rubbing over her thighs. She smirked, eyes
drinking in every detail as they roamed over the scene, pausing
more and more often on Eiri’s mouth, her tongue darting out
again to wet her lips.

Shuichi cried out again, an almost musical sound. He suddenly
enveloped Tohma’s mouth in another desperate kiss, one hand
now resting on the man’s hip near Eiri’s face, drawing
shiver inducing lines.

"If it did, you would already know." Eiri answered Rage.
Oral fixation aside, he fully enjoyed the pleasure of working his
tongue against the intimate organ, in his mouth; deriving heat
from the simple fact his lips were against it. But after a
moment, he pulled away to the sound of Shuichi’s familiar
cries. It was the first time he had heard them and had not been
the catalyst of their passion. Strange, but not displeasing.
"You know, Rage, for an Alpha female, you’re certainly
being well behaved right now."

"I'm in a room with two Alpha males, I thought it the wisest
choice...but you ARE looking rather neglected. Would you like me
to change that, Master?"

"I'm sure that has something to do with the law of nature."
Eiri slid his hands around, cheek against Tohma’s hip, hands
clasping the backs of his rather delicate thighs as he stared at
the woman. His hands picked up where his mouth left off, easily
sliding over the smooth surface despite the stickiness left by
his mouth. "Am I neglected? I feel that way, now that you
mention it."

Tohma held tighter and with a loud cry, he came, still holding on
tight to both of the others. He gripped the pink haired singers
arousal with even greater pressure, his stroke still powerful and
the fire raging in his blood enough to keep pushing.

"Then let me fix it," Rage said, standing, not
bothering to push down her skirt. She knelt next to Eiri, running
a small hand over his thigh, eager to touch and explore. She bit
her lip as she worked to undo what may lie in her way, soon
wrapping her fingers around her prize, slowly stroking him.

Shuichi felt neglected and glared at her, growling, his eyes
narrowed. Rage kissed him to shut him up, still caressing Eiri.
Shuichi suddenly pounded on her, sending her rolling a few feet
away where he pinned her to the ground, a look of determination
in his eyes. Rage yipped, blinking up at Shuichi, her chest
heaving slightly from her increased breathing.

"Mine," Shuichi growled, his face inches from hers.

Tohma seized the moment and grabbed Eiri, pulling him into a
bruising kiss. He pressed his body against the others, unaware of
Rage and Shuichi’s wrestling match.

"Are you going to fight me for him, boy?" Rage asked,
smirking up at the smaller man, flicking her tongue against his
lips.

Licking clean his hand, Eiri allowed Shuichi to pull on him,
smiling a bit. He could hear the shifting movement of Rage as she
came near, leaned back against her and fought against the closure
of his eyelids.

Not sure what to expect from the rather erratic nature of the
young woman, he sucked in a sharp breath as her feminine grip
sent hot thrills through his nerves. "I thought I said I’d
be the one…" The feeling of Rage pulling away, air
brushed his cheek, broke the sentence and then Shuichi was gone
too. Too soon, His eyes went wide and he was about to twist his
torso around, to grab Rage back, and to put Shuichi back in front
of him to touch as she touched him. That was how he wanted it.
Tohma was kissing him too. Yes, the perfect picture. It had been
torn away too soon.

"What the hell?" He hadn’t time to be angry that
her hand was ripped away from him just when it was feeling too
good for him to resist…as if he planned to from the
beginning. Disjointed, it was the taste of Tohma’s lips that
urged a response from him, which he readily returned.

Shuichi growled with a smirk on his lips. "I’ll fight
you. Forever. I’ll wrestle you for hours if that’s what
it take…" The quick movement Tohma had made distracted
him.

Rage hooked a leg around Shuichi’s hips, pressing him
against her as she rolled them over. She dropped her knees on
either side of his hips, sitting up. "If you want to wrestle
me for hours, I think you need a better excuse. I don’t see
you lunging yourself at Seguchi." She smiled and leaned
down, licking up Shuichi’s neck.

Tohma pushed the taller man against the floor, pinning him down.
His fingers trailed down Eiri’s body and slid out of sight
into the opening of his pants. He smirked against the kiss,
hoping that nobody got into this now, eager to touch…to feel.

Shuichi gasped, almost frightened at his situation. He looked to
Eiri but his attention was obviously elsewhere. He tried to fight
her off, but Rage seemed to take it playfully, grabbing his hands.

"Poor ickle Shu's all alone and helpless now." Rage
smirked and laid her body full on his, nose to nose. "Too
bad you’re boring me." She stood, turning to watch
Tohma and Eiri.

Shuichi heaved a sigh of relief that was instantly replaced with
an expression of horror and longing as he helplessly watched Eiri
with Tohma.

"And you defended him from me?" Rage asked, not looking
at Shuichi, instead she continued to watch the pair on the floor,
a soft moan escaping her parted lips.

Shuichi fought tears as he knelt on the floor, catching his
breath. "This is…so…stupid…" He closed
his eyes and clutched his fists, sniffling.

It was hard not to submit to Tohma’s coaxing, guiding hands,
laying down without resistance. The floor was cold under his
back, but he was oblivious as soon as Tohma’s fingers
slipped into his pants. He found himself whispering Tohma’s
name, each one hinting at the anticipation and anxiety stirred up
inside of him.

This was, after all, something he had been wanting for a long
time.

And he hated the small smile on his lips as he moved his hips in
invitation, pressing a hand down to feel Tohma’s lips
pressed against his skin. An arm curled around Tohma’s thin
back, fingering down his spine, playing it. His throat was dry so
he was determined to let Tohma wet it with his tongue.

He grabbed Tohma’s wrist, not so gently pushing it further
into his pants. It was there that he held it, deep noises going
no further then his throat before gusting out in the form of a
new sigh, hips moving, teeth biting for Tohma’s lips.

"It's just sex, Shuichi, he'll still be yours in the morning.
" Rage said softly, finally sparing the boy at her feet a
glance, nails digging into the soft flesh of her thigh.

"Y-Y-Eiri..." Shuichi whispered, his eyes locked on the
pair of blonds a few feet away.

Rage rolled her eyes and bent down, kissing Shuichi to shut him
up, moaning softly as his taste flooded her mouth again.

Shuichi was wide-eyed for a moment, but pulled away quickly. His
voice carried desperation and longing as he called for Eiri, his
body aching, tired of waiting for his lover.

Eiri opened his eyes at the sound of the whimper, though it took
a few blinks to clear them enough to see the ceiling above him.
Why the hell was Shuichi crying? Blond hair was visible in the
corner of his eye, lips against him…but Shuichi was crying.

That little idiot.

Nothing softened him as quick as that sound.

With a growl, he shoved Tohma away, who it seemed had passed out,
shooting Shuichi a glare, defying him to speak. The ache in his
body was intense; no man liked being stopped in the middle of sex.

"Damnit!" Rage cursed, glaring at Shuichi who had
ruined her beautiful show.

Eiri’s wide eyes stared at Shuichi, not able to get past the
pain and the anger at being stopped when he was so close. Licking
his lips, Tohma’s taste lingering on them, as did the
sensation of those finely sculpted, talented fingers. Fingers
that had brought him so close…

With a grunt of obvious annoyance, he threw his arms up. "Eiri.
Eiri. WHAT?!"

Shuichi lifted his eyes and finally managed to pull away from
Rage, dashing the few feet to his lover, and enveloping him into
his arms.

"You are such a little brat." Eiri said, swatting him
away, grabbing Tohma’s hat before he stepped on it as he
rose to his feet, buttoning his pants up with annoyance. "Did
I stop you? No. What do you do the moment you see me with
someone? Cry! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Shuichi sobbed harder, forcing his words out. "I can’t
stand that you’d want Tohma more then you’d want me!"

Rage sat on the couch, bored, stealing one of Eiri’s fags,
lighting it as she watched the melodrama play out before her.

Shuichi tried to reach for Eiri again, plagued by the ache of
things left unfinished. "Eiri…please…"

Eiri’s look was incredulous to say the least, wide eyes
staring at Shuichi. "I don’t want Tohma more then I
want you. What I wanted was to get off, which you put an end to
with your stupid crying. You didn’t’ see me complain
when Tohma had his hand down your pants. You didn’t seem to
mind that I had him in MY mouth when he had his hand down your
pants." He stormed over to rage and grabbed his cigarette
pack, yanking one out for himself, lighting it angrily.

"Temper, Master. Wouldn't want to burst a vein." Rage
said, smirking and taking a long drag, letting the smoke curl
slowly from her lips before fully exhaling.

"But, but Eiri... " Shuichi looked at the floor,
realizing he didn’t really have much of an excuse for his
crying fit.

"Something has to burst since what I wanted to has obviously
been denied." Eiri growled at Rage. He motioned with his
cigarette towards the couch. "Just shut the hell up and get
on the couch. Now."

"I would offer to fix it but the banshee might have a
problem with that idea. " Rage said as she blew out another
stream of smoke, casting a sidewise glance at Shuichi.

Shuichi obeyed Eiri’s command without a second thought,
completely controlled by the blond’s voice.

TBC
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