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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-As the Smoke Clears
- 2-Smoke 2
- 3-Smoke 3
- 4-Smoke 4
- 5-Smoke 5
- 6-Smoke 6
- 7-Smoke 7
- 8-Smoke 8
- 9-Smoke 9
- 10-Smoke 10
- 11-Smoke 11
- 12-Smoke 12
- 13-Smoke 13
- 14-Smoke 14
- 15-Some 15
- 16-Smoke 16
- 17-Chapter 17
- 18-Smoke 18
- 19-Smoke 19
- 20-Smoke 20
- 21-Smoke 21
- 22-Smoke 22
- 23-Smoke 23
- 24-Smoke 24
- 25-Smoke 25
- 26-Smoke 26
- 27-Smoke 27
- 28-Smoke 28
- 29-Smoke 29
- 30-Smoke 30
- 31-Smoke 31
- 32-Smoke 32
- 33-Smoke 33
- 34-Smoke 34
- 35-Smoke 35
- 36-Smoke 36
- 37-Smoke 37
- 38-Smoke 38
- 39-Smoke 39
- 40-Smoke 40
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CHAPTER 31

Takumi was talking to Itsuke on the massive bed in their temporary bedroom as Keisuke talked to Ryosuke san in America. "Itsuke, if the reason you think you should be absent is due to being uncomfortable that's one thing. If you honestly think Sobo Ogino is suspicious of you because you were with me for her family meeting, then you're being dense. I know she grilled me a lot yesterday, but that had nothing to do with you. She's worried that I'm going to call off everything after she picked Keisuke to receive the family Legacy jewelry because of the compound."

Itsuke's head rested on his thigh with his eyes closed. "That isn't my point, Tak. I'm kind of in the way with this whole ring ceremony that Keisuke's family is planning. Causing any more problems for you and Keisuke is wrong. Things have gotten strange enough since the hospital. I don't want to make things worse. Even if Keisuke's family wasn't rude or anything, I could tell they weren't happy that I was with you and Hikaru yesterday. They wanted Keisuke san. I was an intruder to them."

"You won't cause any problems by being at the ceremony, Itsuke. Your connection with Takumi isn't the same as mine with him." Keisuke spoke up as he closed the door. With a jerk of his head, Takumi watched his first love striding across the room to join them.

With a soft yelp, Itsuke sat up. "Uhm, Keisuke san, I didn't hear you come in."

"Lay back down, Itsuke. There's nothing to feel guilty about as far as I'm concerned. I happen to like Takumi's lap too. It is comfortable when talking to him. I've told Sobo, and my other relatives that you're Takumi's step otouto in both of your eyes. They said you said something similar yesterday. They've all relaxed now that I confirmed your story." Keisuke chuckled at the bright red flush that stained Takeuchi's cheeks.

Sitting on the bed, Keisuke leaned over and ruffled Itsuke's hair. It was an affectionate gesture that tugged at Takumi's heart. Seeing Keisuke's acceptance of Itsuke increased the intense pain and pleasure of being in love with his spiky haired mate. Noticing that Keisuke was also getting protective of Itsuke aroused something tender within him. Seeing Keisuke so close to Itsuke, within kissing range even, sparked his imagination about how things could turn out as they got comfortable with each other. Pins and needles prickled his conscience with impulses to experience new lusts. Takumi despaired of ever regaining full control over his body after the force fed drugs. Feeling torn between Itsuke and Keisuke was still making him crazy.

"Tak's lap is still yours more than mine, Keisuke san."

"Drop the san already, Itsuke." He reached out and thumped the other man on the forehead, hard.

"Ouch! Naze did you do that?" Itsuke whined, rubbing his stinging brow.

Takumi sighed. "Looks like you're going to get the same exact punishment Keisuke used to give me, Itsuke. Get used to it. He won't stop until you don't say san in private any longer."

Wide eyed, Itsuke looked at both of them. "But that really hurts. Isn't there an easier way to remind me to not use san in private. I mean it's a habit to say that."

"It has to hurt to get the point across. It took two months to break Takumi out of the habit. So drop the san from my name quick or have the same headaches Takumi got."

"I'm trying, but it won't happen overnight. And another thing, your family doesn't know me and they aren't happy about me being here. Are you sure they don't know that I'm kind of involved with Tak on the side?"

"Quit worrying about my family's opinion of you, Itsuke. It's easy enough for me to accept you because I've known a threesome relationship that proved three people can make a perfectly good long term commitment. Also, your body language tells me your real feelings all the time, Itsuke. That's the only thing that might cause a problem with my Sobo. Erika's damned good at reading body language."

"Oh shit! Now you tell us this after I met your other family members yesterday?! Naze didn't you warn us earlier so I knew to stay away from them, Keisuke san?"

"Calm down, Baka. Unless you confess to having been in Takumi's bed, she doesn't have a clue that things aren't platonic between you and Takumi. You really want Takumi's happiness and it shows in your body language. She will have picked up on that about you also. Keep your mouth shut and she'll chalk it up to a one sided crush. Trust me, Sobo knows that anybody that tries take Takumi away from me will get their asses handed to them. She's counting on that reaction. Don't give her any concrete reason to question my way of dealing with you, and she'll forget all about her suspicions in a day or two." Keisuke explained as he settled onto his stomach across the mattress.

"Easy for you to say, Keisuke san. Besides, you already know that taking Tak away from you isn't in my plans. I know you guys belong together. I'm still worried that your family will think I'm intruding if I'm at your ceremony."

"You're Takumi's surrogate family as far as they know, Itsuke. So stop arguing or I'll get pissed off. Takumi won't feel right if you aren't there, so resign yourself to going. Let me deal with my relatives." Keisuke ground out with obvious irritation.

"I can barely hold my own in an argument with you, Keisuke, but I won't let you bully Itsuke this way. If he isn't comfortable being at the ceremony, we don't have the right to force him to go." Takumi snapped at his mate. The last thing he wanted was for Itsuke to feel hurt by the Legacy ceremony he had agreed to long before the compound happened.

Amusement flowed in Keisuke's resonant voice. "I recall losing lots of our arguments. You get your way more often that I do, my own."

Turning his head Keisuke continued, "He's down right sneaky, Itsuke. Takumi pours on the sweet talking charm, and I cave so fast it's pathetic. How often does he do that to you?"

Itsuke started laughing at Keisuke's good natured complaint. "Tak tells me to do something, and I do it. He's never sweet talks me into anything."

Takumi grumbled. "I'd never win an argument if I didn't find ways to derail you long enough to make you to listen, Keisuke. You're ruthless about getting your way most of the time, Lover."

Keisuke grinned up at him and winked. "Look who's talking? You're as stubborn as me, dear heart. Minasan says I'm a manipulator, but you get me dancing to whichever tune suits you most of the time. All it takes is a kiss combined with one of those sexy looks, and I'm a goner. Arguing after you do that is impossible because I get so horny I'll agree with damned near anything you want just so I can get you in bed."

"That's your own fault. If your libido wasn't so single minded all the time, you wouldn't have that problem. Of course, I'd never win an argument if you weren't so completely single minded about sex that I can derail you when I try hard enough."

Keisuke hummed and looked at him. He and Itsuke looked at each other with almost identical expressions. Without words they seemed to come to a silent agreement about him. It was disconcerting to see. After several moments of silence, Itsuke began to chuckle. Keisuke followed suit. With a mild sense of alarm, Takumi watched both amused men trying to decipher whatever it was that they found so funny.

Itsuke shook his head. "Tak's always going to be hopeless that way."

Keisuke chuckled. "Completely. Got to admit, if Takumi wasn't so obvious to his sexiness, he wouldn't be half so addictive. Don't you agree?" Itsuke's profile darkened as he ducked his head. Keisuke teased, "Too blunt, Itsuke-kun?"

"Uhm, well, . . . hai."

"Get used to it, Itsuke. Keisuke's decided that you're stuck with us. Until he changes his mind, you'll have to deal with him being a pushy jerk at times."

"Very true, my own. So, nani made you fall in love with Takumi, Itsuke?"

"Eh?" Itsuke squirmed on Takumi's thigh over the unexpected question getting tossed at him. The movement sent a jolt through Takumi's groin. Between Keisuke's heady scent and body heat so close that it tickled his senses, and the friction of Itsuke's head so close to his privates, Takumi's temperature jumped without warning.

"Come on, we already know that you love Takumi. I'm curious about how you fell for him. His unusual way of seeing, and judging a person's merits, and genuine humbleness are very attractive to me. Takumi's need to make others happier through his actions also played an important role in hooking my attention and making it impossible to not fall for him. He never sees his accomplishments, preferring to give others credit for his successes. The way he drifts is a genuine artistic feat that is addictive to watch for me. Takumi's innocent aura's damned sexy too. Now, your turn, Takeuchi. Tell me how Takumi managed to wrap you around his fingers without trying."

"Well, Tak's strong, reliable, and calm. He makes exploring whatever grabs my attention more fun somehow. Something inside says you won't know unless you try, so I jump in and find out how things 'll turn out. Usually, things go great, and we both have fun, plus we learn something. Sometimes that little voice in my head gets me into trouble, but Tak's always there to help me figure a way out of those mistakes. Anything Tak thinks is dangerous, he stops me from getting mixed up in. On a rare occasion I do something before he knows about it. Tak always saves me from my own stupidity if I get into trouble because I went off on my own. Minasan tells me I should think more, but I feel like I have to take chances or miss something important. You could say that I love Tak because he accepts everything about me including my chronic screw ups."

Hearing their open discussion about loving him made Takumi squirm. He shook his head and began sliding his finger along his cheek as he thought about their blunt conversation. He felt as if he should answer them in return.

"Giving my best is all I know how to do. It's easier to focus on my efforts than to worry about things I can't control. There are times I want to strangle you over some of your hair brained adventures, Itsuke. At least they tend to be easily fixed. Like when you accepted Nakazato's challenge without realizing you had. Fortunately for you, Oyaji showed up with hachi-roku in time for me to battle him. Otherwise the gallery would have probably beaten you to death."

Itsuke was nodding his head. "I know. I was scared out of my wits that night. You were so mad at me I thought for sure you would ditch that battle just to teach me a lesson."

"I couldn't do that to you. When Iketani and Kenji showed up at my place I knew I had to go. I was afraid Oyuaji wasn't coming home that evening. I would have gone to Akina with them, and explained that Oyaji had the car if nothing else."

Keisuke shot him a loaded look. "Would you stop doing that, Takumi?"

"Huh?"

"Stroking your face like that makes me hard as hell. I'm trying to keep my hands off you. Show some mercy, or my libido's going to overload and then you will get your sexy ass attacked." Gleaming lust was flashing in Keisuke's eyes. Takumi felt his groin tightening as he perceived its presence.

"Oops, gomen. I forgot about that." Takumi jerked his fingers away from his face.

Itsuke joked, "Should I leave you two alone for a while?"

"Nani? Don't you want to watch Takumi turn me into a panting drooling mess again, Itsuke? Or would you rather he turns you into one instead? That's lots of fun for me to watch."

"Huh? Your family's here, Keisuke san!" Itsuke yelped.

"Living life fearlessly is something I've never tried. That takes a special kind of gutsiness. You want to experience life to the fullest, and do your best to follow through. Well, use that fearless living ideal to your advantage now that you're with Takumi, and to a point, me." Keisuke grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

As Itsuke squirmed under Keisuke's gaze, Takumi felt his body tightening again as friction combined with Keisuke's verbal pushes aroused him more.

"Uhm, Tak's the one caught in the middle here. Shouldn't he be the one to decide how he feels and then tell us, Keisuke-san? I mean it just makes more sense to do things that way to me. Your grandparents and some aunts and uncles are here in Tokyo waiting to watch you put a wedding ring on his hand."

Keisuke was smirking again as he flicked Itsuke in the forehead a second time. "Drop the san already. It's obvious that you're obscenely loyal, Itsuke. You agreed to my terms in the hospital so that's already been resolved. Stop letting my family freak you out."

Takumi chuckled at Itsuke's pained and panicky expression. "I've told you that he does it to me, Itsuke. I've learned to stop tearing myself down in front of Keisuke because he has wicked aim. He'll hit the same exact spot every time despite all of my attempts to move faster than his fingers."

"Getting flicked in the forehead hurts more each time. I understand you changing your tune to stop making him mad, Tak." Itsuke agreed while rubbing the spot Keisuke had thumped a second time.

"Thumping always happens before I get mad. Remember that, Itsuke." Keisuke's inflection was still cheerful.

Itsuke nodded with a frown at him. Takumi shrugged his shoulders at Itsuke's look and shifted to find a more comfortable position. The devious chuckle he heard warned him to expect Keisuke's quip. "Looks like we've got Takumi turned on with this little talk. Should we make him a whole lot hotter, Itsuke?"

Itsuke's eyes widened as his soft brown gaze traveled to his crotch. Takumi felt his temperature ratchet up as both ogled his groin so openly. Keisuke smirked. "Shall we turn you into a drooling mess, my own? I vote for stripping and making you into a Takumi sandwich again."

Itsuke turned his head to face Keisuke as the blond sat up and swiftly took off his shirt. "You're serious? Aren't you worried about your family?"

"Door locks work, Itsuke. Nobody can get into this room unless one of us unlocks the door. By the way, how are you feeling after your work out today? I increased the weights, so I need to know if you start feeling too sore and stiff after a work out."

"Compared to our high school gym teacher's weight training torture, this is nothing. He was the boxing coach, and he never laid off the weights when I was in his classes. Sometimes, I couldn't lift my arms over my head for a couple days after he got into one of punishment moods. I refused to join his club so he picked on me."

"I remember, Itsuke. Because of our old gym teacher, I told Keisuke I won't let him push you that hard ever. You aren't happy about learning how to fight, and I know it." Takumi sought to soothe Itsuke's unspoken uneasiness with learning to spar. He was following through with Keisuke's training because he felt he had no other choice.

"I won't push Itsuke that hard. Muscle needs to be flexible so that kind of work out is out of the question, my own. Although, . . . I do understand the boxing coach wanting Itsuke on his team. Powerhouses often have incredible stamina and excel in the boxing sport. It is tailor made for powerhouses."

"Even if you say I'm a powerhouse, I really can't wrap my head around it. I'm so much shorter than people I think of when I think of the powerhouse body builder type." Itsuke said as he sat up shaking his head.

"Get that shirt off and I'll explain it so that you can get it, Itsuke."

With a shrug Itsuke complied. Takumi noticed that Itsuke was putting on muscle faster than he had expected when Keisuke began his weight lifting regiment before they left the hospital with Leamas sama's blessing.

His hands slid across Itsuke's rib cage. "Here's one of the reasons your teacher was pestering you to join his boxing club. You have a wide rib cage. Because your bones are thicker than mine or Takumi's, that makes it hard to damage your lungs. You have stronger lungs than others because of how wide your cage is which also helps insure you don't get winded when hit in the torso. That's an endurance trait. It's hard to knock a powerhouse build down through sharp jabs meant to temporarily asphyxiate them."

Itsuke's head was tilted to the side as he considered that information. "Our teacher said something like that. How did you learn this stuff, Keisuke sa. . .? Hhmm, If you don't mind telling us."

Takumi smiled as Itsuke recovered before he earned a third thump to the forehead. Keisuke grinned at the lousy recovery, and let it go.

"I know different body builds from having been a fighter, the same as your boxing coach. He was looking at the fighting potential of your frame. He was drooling over the chance to get you into boxing for a reason. Without the baggy clothes, I can tell you everything he saw."

Itsuke seemed to definitely be interested in Keisuke's opinion. Takumi rolled onto his stomach and watched. Again Keisuke was sliding his hands along Itsuke's body. "Through here, you have broad and very thick shoulder blades that increase the muscle you can carry for strong shoulders going into a thicker neck base. Your collar bones are much heavier than mine or Takumi's too. When I push a little right here, I can feel the potential in your tendons to carry extra muscle mass my tendons couldn't handle. Neither could Takumi's because we are both smaller boned so don't have thick enough tendons to support that much muscle. Your arms show me the same things. Your upper arms are slightly longer from shoulder joint to your elbow. You have a slightly shorter lower arm between the elbow and wrist joints. That's normal for carrying heavier amounts of muscle also. The thickest muscles grow through here. Wirier muscle definition will go into this part of your arm and carry through all the way to your wrists. Here, the muscle definition will be larger due to your tendons at this part of your elbow and at your wrists."

Seeing Keisuke touching Itsuke as he explained each point he described was making Takumi squirm. Part of him resented it, the rest was intrigued. Itsuke was nodding at everything Keisuke pointed out, trying to absorb the information. Listening to Keisuke's resonant rich voice as his hands moved gracefully to physically call attention to the area he was talking about was striking a cord that was sensual for Takumi. If this was how seeing him and Itsuke affected Keisuke, it was less surprising that Keisuke was accepting their changing relationship.

"Through your hips, and calves I've noticed stronger definition. Your lower body has filled out more in line with your physical potential than your upper body. That can unbalance you in several ways. I'm not just talking about looks. You have to be balanced, the same as a car. Otherwise, you'll start feeling clumsy. It's not a problem yet, but you'll start to notice that it slows you down if you let your lower body get too much definition, and ignore your upper body any longer."

His hands slipped around Itsuke's back a moment later. Itsuke jumped and squirmed with a chuckle. "Hey, that tickles."

"I'm double checking your spine. Be still, Itsuke." Although he couldn't quite hold completely still, Itsuke was trying to cooperate with Keisuke.

"Yeah, you've got the spine for building muscle too. Your ribs are spaced right to increase muscle carrying capacity. All of your definition is in the lower back though. How did you manage that?"

Itsuke gave a small shrug. "I don't know. I worked at the gas station before I got tossed into Kahori's jail."

"It's probably all the time Itsuke spends trotting around the station. My legs got a lot harder workout than my upper body when I was working there. Cleaning windows doesn't require much physical force. Sweeping, mopping, and basic ground cleaning, or washing the cars that got that service doesn't require much upper body strength. The wash station did the hard work. All we needed to do was give the cars a quick wipe down to dry them off."

Keisuke swivelled his upper body to look at him as he spoke. Takumi felt himself getting flustered as two sets of eyes focused on him. Dark blue and soft brown eyes seemed to pierce his skin. Takumi found his eyes dropping to the futon mattress. Admitting that seeing Keisuke touching Itsuke was making him hot seemed a bit too forward considering Itsuke's newest worries. Knowledge that Itsuke was so uncomfortable about his having agreed months ago to the legacy ceremony worried him. If Itsuke relapsed, he was ultimately to blame.

He heard a soft thread of sound as one of them whispered something. The other answered in a similar soft tone he could not quite make out. Lifting his eyes with a frown, Takumi saw their heads close together. This situation was quickly escalating to the point of bordering sexually sadistic to Takumi. Narrowing his eyes, Takumi asked, "Nani are you up to now, Keisuke?"

Itsuke snickered at his suspicious tone. Keisuke openly grinned.

"Just telling Itsuke that since you've spoiled me so much, I don't want anyone else. However, from the look in your eyes I get the impression you're developing your own voyeur streak. Time to take responsibility for turning Itsuke into your favorite playmate, and me into your lovesick and completely besotted spouse, my own."

Frustrated, painfully hard, and panicking, Takumi's thoughts were disintegrating into a mess. After getting cross examined by Sobo Ogino the previous evening, Takumi's guilt had returned over having slept with Itsuke. His sudden urge to test Keisuke's resolve about their current relationship parameters was starting to disturb Takumi. The current rules were that Keisuke's dick alone had access to his ass, and Itsuke's ass was his dick's specific territory that Keisuke was not going to touch.

"Explain your comment about my becoming a voyeur first, Keisuke."

"You're turned on because of watching me explain to Itsuke how his body is built to carry muscle. You can't lie when your eyes are that sexy blend of electric blue, dark green, and old gold I know so damned well. In fact, I can prove it very easily. All I have to do to drive you completely nuts is keep pushing your buttons the same way I was before I noticed your reaction."

If anything, hearing Keisuke's self assured threat shot a surge of strong emotions and lusts through Takumi's form. His libido was still harder than normal to control. Trying to think was getting harder as his libido tightened his body. Keisuke's expression was silently challenging him to respond. "You should know better than anyone else that I can, and will push back, Lover. Don't make promises that you can't comfortably keep. I still haven't regained full control over my damned libido."

"And that's a problem, how exactly?" Keisuke taunted him as he dropped his chin onto Itsuke's shoulder while wrapping an arm loosely around the other man's waist.

"Quit being a damned prick tease, Keisuke." Takumi growled in return.

With a side roll of his head so he could catch Itsuke's eye without removing his chin from Itsuke's shoulder, Keisuke asked, "Would you say I'm being a prick tease, or is Takumi proving he's got a voyeur streak?"

Watching Itsuke's eyes widen as the situation clicked in his mind, Takumi found himself heaving a frustrated breath. "You aren't playing fair, Lover."

"How do you figure that, my own? I'm not actually doing anything unfair. You're the one who's mind dropped into your pants. Personally, I love it when your mind gets kinky ideas. Care to share?"

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