Dance With Me

Chapter Four: Restoration to a Trio

Eiri took another aggravated draw off of his
cigarette, staring at Shuichi as the boy followed his order.
"I want you both to hear something, and something to become
very clear to the both of you. No goddamn fighting. Not right now.
Shuichi, you moron, I love you. It doesn't matter who I touch and
who touches me, you're the one that I'm with. The body is
completely different from the heart. Just because Tohma touches
me, I don't change the way I feel. Or Rage. There's no reason to
get angry or jealous, or scared. It's just what it is. Sex.
Getting off. Rage... you're just a bitch." A fleeting smile
passed over his face, dying as he came to look at Shuichi again.
"Since you insist on having me, have me."

Rage stuck out her tongue, wiggling it. "Love you too, Eiri."

Shuichi’s eyes lit up and he reached for Eiri, gently
pulling him down onto the couch. In the process, their limbs
became quite entangled and he smiled. "My way, is to have
your way…but with me."

Eiri went down without a fight, using Rage’s thigh as a
pillow. "Hm, that’s a good plan to start with. What
about Rage?"

Shuichi looked into Eiri’s eyes, holding him close. "Do
what you want, but you’re the only one I want to see."
He slowly started nibbling at Eiri’s neck; Tohma’s
taste still lingering there, taunting him.

Satisfied with the agreement, Eiri looped one arm around Shuichi
as the other lifts to clamp on Rage’s thigh next to his
head, massaging it. "I think you might need more medication
then I do, Shu-kun." But the true feeling in it was empty;
he was too focused to put anything but hollow sentiment into his
claim, sliding a hand against the feminine thigh, tingling from
Shuichi’s nibbles.

Shuichi moaned softly, watching Eiri’s hand, shifting
slightly so he had more flesh to play with. He pushed his hips
against Eiri’s, begging for more. At the same time he
intensified his barrage of light, wet kisses all over Eiri’s
neck and face. As the friction, although light, began to build,
he found his hips arching back without his consent, desperate.

Shuichi’s hips were a visual, sensual spell within
themselves. So familiar, but just as delighting every single time.
He couldn’t’ help but let his head roll to the side,
giving the flesh to Shuichi’s expert kisses. When his eyes
opened, he found himself staring at Rage’s lower belly, abet
clothed.

A heavy hand slapped against Shuichi’s backside, pressing
his grinding hips harder against his own, matching with
increasingly desperate movements of his own. Simulated sex,
impossible through the barrier of clothing, but the stimulation
felt amazing.

It was strange to feel so light and weighted down at the same
time. It was this difference that made his hand move slowly, or
just appear that way to him as it rose from Rage’s hip to
lift up her shirt, beginning to kiss at the skin before returning
the hand to her thigh. But it wasn’t just her thigh. The
grinding of Shuichi’s hips set his mind and body on fire.
So, his hand couldn’t be content with such an ‘innocent’
touch, and slid up and up, pushing it’s way as far as it
could go. His elbow was crooked, pointing towards the ceiling,
the biceps against his head in a position that may have seemed
awkward, but wasn’t in the least to him.

Rage gasped softly, pressing into his touch, one hand combing it’s
way through his golden hair while the other trembled, stumbling
over the buttons of her shirt. She finally unhooked each one,
spreading the fabric open before moving her hand down to trace
over his chest, nails scratching over his left nipple lightly.

Shuichi began to cry out, feeling himself throbbing. He started
clawing, slowly peeling Eiri’s pants away and desperately
trying to do the same to himself. He started to tease his lover’s
skin, rolling the right nipple with his tongue, relentlessly
grinding against him.

The temperate air of the room felt cold against Eiri’s
feverish, naked skin, and he was glad to be rid of the confining,
stifling cloth.

It was time to shift, his hungry eyes on the woman who had just
opened her own shirt. Lifting his head, turning his body ever so
slightly so as not to upset Shuichi, but making it easier for
him, he closed his mouth over the right nipple, biting it
roughly, tugging at it gently.

The friction of his body grinding against Shuichi’s was mind
numbing and the hand that slides between he two of them trembled
just slightly as his body fought to keep from losing total
control. It wasn’t his style to ever completely lose control.


Tempting it was though. His mouth was wrapped around a nipple,
biting at the breast, Shuichi’s delicious mouth against him,
Rage’s fingernails on his chest, fingers pressing further
inside her soft, moist body, deeper with the rising crest of his
own agitation. But the finger fell into a rhythm, the same rhythm
that he was pushing against Shuichi, gripping it, tugging it and
stroking it with abandon just as he does inside of her.

Rage gasped again, her hand tightening in his hair; back arching,
eager for more of his touch, his mouth. She moved against the
fingers inside her, matching their rhythm as her other hand still
toyed with his nipple, increasing the pressure slightly, a touch
closer to the side of too much pain.

Shuichi moaned melodically into Eiri’s ear, nibbling it and
licking at it. He suddenly, purposefully pushed against his
lover, demanding more. His fingernails began to sink into Eiri’s
smooth skin, breathing ragged and wracking his body. He was
trembling, crying out now, moaning, his face resting on Eiri’s
neck. He tried to press more into him, desperate for release.

The rolling of Rage’s body was melodic and he was delighted
by her response. Her pinching was almost too much for him, his
skin tenderized by overexposure to sensation. But it was
appreciated pain and he encouraged it with moan after moan,
traveling from one breast to the other.

His hand moved in a pace that was perhaps too fast and too hard,
but he wasn’t about to stop unless she made him. How long
had it been since he had touched a woman? Not like he counted.
Not like he ever really noticed, either. Shuichi kept him
satisfied and he never really consciously missed a thing.

That didn’t’ mean, however, that he didn’t fully
appreciate it now that he had it again, for this moment.

His lips left her second nipple, panting against the wet skin.
With eyes closed, he pushed his face up further to catch Rage’s
lips, winding a hand behind her neck to pull her down to meet him
half way. "Shuichi, just do it." How could he deny such
sexy noises and the physical attraction to Shuichi that was never
mitigated by the whining, the crying and the nights kept awake by
his hyper activity.

Rage adjusted her position, moving his fingers exactly where she
wanted and needed them as she sucked on her thumb and forefinger,
using the slickness to sooth his abused flesh before pinching it
again, kissing him back hungrily, her mouth opening underneath
his.

With another moan of appreciation, Shuichi finally plunged into
his lover, pushing deep within him. He tried to be gentle, but
wasn’t very experienced at this end of things. His energy
and excitement may have gotten the better of him as he
rhythmically plunged in and out of the man who had so often
dominated and done the same thing to him. With each movement came
a moan from deep within is throat, reverberating into Eiri’s
ear as he tried not to lose total control. His breathing was
coming in rabid gasps, dragging out of his lungs. "Ah...uh...Eiri...Eiri…"
He continued moaning the name into his lover’s ear.

For a moment, Eiri had to stop kissing Rage. Pressing his
forehead to hers, hooking his fingers tighter around the back of
her neck, he just let himself pant, the world spinning around him.
The pain was well worth the pleasure and it took him a moment to
disconnect from the light, floating sensation caused by the
numbness of his brain.

Stifling his noises proved to be useless, and a heavy grunt
forced itself out of his chest, followed by a series of heady
moans as his body was flooded and overwhelmed with sensation.

It was just too much at once. He would never admit it, before,
after or if forced at knifepoint, but he loved this.

Finally, he came back to life with a grunt, body unfreezing to
aid Shuichi by moving against him. He quickened the pace, worried
that Shuichi would think too much about potentially hurting him
and not enough about getting all that he could out of this.

And he wanted Shuichi to know wordlessly that he liked it.

It didn’t help that Shuichi was breathing against his ear,
eliciting moan after moan from the blond. Hazy eyes popped open
to stare at Rage’s lips. He slid his tongue out, breathing
heavily around it as he slowly licked her lips, parting them
again with his tongue before beginning to kiss her just as
hungrily as before.

But it was terribly difficult to focus on anything with Shuichi
inside of him, and Shuichi bringing him to the point of
inevitable death. His body would give out and his brain would
melt down. It was an acceptable death, and one he encouraged with
his hips.

And it was lovely listening to that beautiful voice say his name
so close, followed by the caress of heated, quick breath. Rage’s
thigh was pressed against his armpit as he twisted his body, arm
laying against the couch between her legs, tracing the exact line
but going further inside her. He couldn’t stop with one or
two, fitting in three since that was really the closest to the
real thing.

Small whimpers began escaping Rage’s lips as her hands slid
away from him, clenching against the couch, her conscious though
eloping with her sanity and now honeymooning in Bermuda. "More,"
she whimpered, body thrusting against Eiri’s fingers.

Urged on by Eiri’s response, Shuichi pushed back harder,
letting his hands make their way to his lover’s erection,
expert fingers caressing and massaging it. The rhythm sent his
head spinning as he cried out, his voice almost raw, knowing that
he couldn’t hold himself off much longer. He struggled to
breath evenly, fighting with himself to make this the greatest
night of his life. He put aside all fear and plunged even deeper
into his lover with complete and total reckless abandon. He was
crying out his lover’s name, a string of beautiful, earth
shattering moans escaping his throat.

Eiri’s acceptance was met with Shuichi’s eagerness and
he was pleased that Shuichi had caught on. Perhaps the boy wasn’t
so dense after all. If it weren’t for the supporting press
of Rage, he might have felt as if he were floating, stabilized
only by the thin hips pushing against him. It was so rhythmic
that Eiri could count the seconds between, now and then adjusting
as Shuichi changed his pace.

But he had lost control of his own groaning, deciding that was
all right for now. There was no harm in enjoying something, and
thus no harm in letting it be known that you enjoyed it.

Rage’s back arched, and she had never seemed so fragile or
so inviting. The wet noise of his fingers gave a slight pop as he
pulled out, but just for a moment. Seconds spanned as he licked a
finger, unable to open his eyes. The arm fell heavily again,
sliding forward in a snake like passion back between her legs,
all three fingers sliding against her, syncopated in their
motions inside of her body.

"Shuichi…" Eiri moaned, his back arched against
the hand, face screwed up in what might have been mistaken for
pain, though nothing could have been further from the truth. It
was so damn hard to be stoic.

Even more so now that he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t’
quiet himself, and couldn’t keep his focus from the warm
friction of his fingers, inside him, and around him. It was
enough to send him over the edge, letting out a gasp. The soft
noise contrasted the long on his face, but as the sigh died, his
breathing hitched and his groaning began again.

"Rage…" Her named slipped from his lips as easily
as Shuichi’s had. His back was spasaming again, and her name
was repeated over and over before it began to mesh with Shuichi’s
and became utter nonsense.

Yes, he would be embarrassed later, and he would take it out on
them, but for now, he was content to let his body lose control.
He didn’t care one bit about the mess he was making of all
three of them as his entire world simply exploded and took him
along for the ride.

Shuichi finally realized he could no longer hold himself off and
in one explosive instant, he released himself into his lover,
crying out Eiri’s name one last time before falling silent
and panting into his ear, even then, his body tired and stressed,
he continued to leave a gentle trail of kisses on his lover,
holding him close against his racing hear. "Eiri…"

Lights flared behind Rage’s eyelids and with a whimpered cry
she let her body follow, enjoying the moment of weightless
freedom, the colours dancing across her nerves. Panting, she
released the death grip on the couch, her fingers trembling,
muscles cramped.

Rage’s lap made a wonderfully soft pillow for Eiri’s
spinning head once he had pulled his fingers and arms back into a
natural position and fell onto his back.

Controlling his breathing and heart was harder then he thought it
would be, so he let it burn itself out on it’s own, licking
his fingers in lazy trails. An arm locked Shuichi against him,
not ready to let him get up and go. His stomach was sore from the
tightness of his stomach, his legs hurt from straining, and he
was sore. But that was all okay with him. It was well worth the
sacrifice.

He began to pet Shuichi’s back tenderly, letting that speak
for him instead of allowing Shuichi to suffer in silence or
forcing himself to say some stupid, sentimental thing. When his
eyes opened, he looked up at Rage. She looked rather pretty with
pink, flushed cheeks.

"I’ll go back to being an asshole later," he
mumbled.

Rage resisted the urge to smirk down at Eiri, instead, letting
her fingers comb through his hair, nails massaging his scalp as
she struggled to regain her breath, her chest tightening with
each inhale.

Shuichi smiled into Eiri’s neck and let himself drift. He
found himself able to ignore the pain in his stomach and back
simply by breathing in his lover’s scent. He knew better
then to say anything, so his only response as the occasional
gentle kiss on Eiri’s shoulder and neck.

Eiri felt like a cat as Rage rubbed his scalp, sliding fingers
through his hair. It was rather nice. "If you bring this up
as an excuse for me to be nice to you, I really will kill you."
He told her without heart, more an offhanded comment to restore
his pride.

"Still mine," Shuichi whispered against Eiri’s
ear, barley audible.

Rage opened her mouth to reply, but couldn’t due to the
increasingly harsh breathing, caused by an exertion asthma
attack, so she shrugged and continued to pet him.

Shuichi’s eyes slowly closed and he dozed off in Eiri’s
arms, feeling at home once again.

Fin