[Fic] A Number Game AoixKaixUruha 1/1
Title: A Number Game
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: aiska_eien
Genre: Humor, Smut, fluffiness
Warnings: ummm…sex? Oh and threesome
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Aoi/Kai/Uruha, alluded to Reita/Ruki
Synopsis: All of Gazette has paired up with each other except Kai leaving him the lonely one out. However a certain pair of guitarists has decided to remedy that problem with a little booze and lots of smex.
Comments: Dedicated to my Saki-chan who will hopefully get an lj soon.
Kai sighed as he walked back to the temporary dressing room they were using while they filmed their newest PV. They had just finished filming today and all Kai could think of doing was going home and falling into bed. Normally he was the never-ending bundle of energy for the group but even he had limits. One can only live on adrenaline for so long.
With a shove he opened the door to the dressing room only to be greeted by a sight that was becoming far too common for his sanity. Over the last few months the blind idiots known as Reita and Ruki had finally realized the mutual love they had for each other and had been releasing their repressed sexual tension wherever it was convenient for them regardless of their location.
Like on the couch of the dressing room.
Reita was hovering over Ruki, his face buried into the smaller’s neck. By the look of arousal on Ruki’s face and the moans that flowed out of the vocalist’s mouth, Reita was quite obviously not doing anything innocent in nature to Ruki’s neck.
Kai stood there for a few minutes trying to process the scene in front of him. It wasn’t until Reita’s head started to move lower on Ruki’s shirtless body that Kai decided to make his presence known by clearing his throat.
He wanted to laugh when both of them froze, their faces at first paling in horror and then reddening in embarrassment at being walked in on. With a quick shove Ruki pushed Reita off him causing the bassist to fall ungracefully on his back on the floor. His hands furiously tried to fix his tousled hair while his eyes started searching for his shirt.
“Sorry Kai.” He started to apologize. “Reita was just being really horny.”
“Hey, don’t put all the blame on me.” Reita defended himself from the floor. “You were the one who’s been seducing me all day!”
“I was not!” Ruki quickly objected.
“Then what was all the hip-shaking and slutty looks for?”
“Baka, that was for the PV!”
Kai cleared his throat again. Both stiffened in fear, knowing that behind their leader’s smile lay a sadistic disciplinarian.
“Now that I’ve got both of your undivided attentions,” Kai started, dimpled grin still plastered on his face. “Let me say that while I’m happy that you two are so in love with each other, it does not mean that I want to view just how much you love each other by walking in on you everywhere I seem to go.”
“But this is the first time you’ve walked in on us,” Ruki said with a confused look on his face.
“No this is just the first time I’ve let you know that I’ve walked in on you.”
“I didn’t know you had a thing for watching, Kai,” came from the floor before a quick kick to the back of the head from the speaker’s lover silenced said speaker.
“Sorry to disappoint you and your exhibitionist fetish Reita, but I left as soon as I realized what you two were doing,” Kai retorted. “Now I’m not saying that I don’t support your guys’ relationship but I’m sick of walking in on you two in places where I either need to be or I need to get something. So what I’m trying to say here is either find a more secluded place or wait until you get home.”
Silence reigned for a minute. This was to allow Reita’s mind to process Kai’s words and for Ruki to stare owlishly at Kai in astonishment.
“So basically go find an empty closet or go home,” Reita finally spoke up.
Kai nodded.
“Ok.”
In a second Reita was back up on his feet, in the next he had Ruki slung over his shoulder which finally brought the vocalist out of his state of astonishment.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” Ruki demanded, one of his hands pounding on the bassist’s back.
“We’re going to go find ourselves an empty closet because I am definitely not waiting until we get home.”
And with that Reita strolled out the dressing room door with a still shirtless Ruki yelling at him to “put his ass down” or Reita wouldn’t be “having any in the next lifetime if he could fucking help it”.
It was all rather amusing.
But then again their actions of being a couple only served to remind Kai that he was utterly and painfully alone. In fact he was the only member of the GazettE not currently seeing another band member. Reita and Ruki. Aoi and Uruha. They were paired up like a yaoi fangirl’s wet dream. And yet he was stuck by himself, the inevitable odd man out with a band comprised of an odd number like five. It kinda made him wish that the number of people in a relationship wasn’t limited to be by society’s standard an even number like two.
With a sigh Kai walked over to his laptop and turned it on. Sitting down, he tried to get comfortable in the hard plastic chair while the portable computer quickly warmed up. Once it was up and running and he had logged in, he quickly jumped onto the internet and was soon on a site for GazettE fanfictions. Originally Kai had stumbled upon the site out of curiosity around the time Uruha and Aoi had started seeing each other. He had been shocked to discover so much written about the band. At first it had been awkward reading the stories about his fellow bandmates and the images that they left him with had led to some interesting moments around the others afterwards.
Unfortunately though, the fans had not been able to solve his problem of him being single either. Some tried hard to pair him up with someone in the band, others put him with someone from a different band. They even put him with Miyavi though they knew he had a wife and kid. Other times he was portrayed as an asexual mother hen. Every once in a blue moon the writer would give an excuse as to why he was single. His favorite was the one that claimed that he was just too sexy to be paired up with anyone.
Preparing to drown his sorrows of being single in something that wasn’t dangerous to his health (which was easy to choose when those damaging substances weren’t in reach) Kai popped his headphones in and clicked play on the computer’s music player before starting to read the first story that caught his attention.
Unbeknownst to Kai a certain pair of guitarists had been watching him from the doorway to the dressing room, to which the drummer conveniently had his back to. Now Aoi and Uruha had been extremely aware of Kai’s singleness for a long time. But it wasn’t until Reita and Ruki hooked up had they noticed how truly painful the drummer looked in his being single. And so once Kai had popped those headphones in and the guitarists knew that he wouldn’t be able to hear them, a conversation that had been going on for months now picked up once again.
“Why can’t we have him Aoi?” Uruha whined as he clutched the door jamb. “He looks so lonely sitting there by himself reading porn. I vote we give him the real thing.”
“We’ve been over this Uruha,” Aoi said as he leaned his back on the opposite door jamb from the whining guitarist. “We don’t know if he’ll be okay with being in a three-person relationship and even if he is he may end up feeling as if he’s just the third wheel if we’re not careful. He can’t be allowed to think that we’re just using him to experiment with or have as a fling. He has to know that he’s entering into our relationship as an equal or we may end up hurting him unintentionally.”
“I know that already,” Uruha said with his eyes still focused on the drummer’s back. “And I know he’ll be okay with being with us. He always reads the threesome fics.”
“How do you know that?”
“Checked his history.”
“You’ve become a stalker, you know that right?” Aoi said with a blank face.
“I am not,” Uruha protested, hitting Aoi on the shoulder. “And besides I know you look at him just as much as I do.”
Aoi flushed at Uruha’s words. “Oh shut up, you dumb duck.”
“Piercing whore.”
“Whore.”
“Yeah, but I’m your whore,” Uruha came back with a joking tone and a suggestive smile.
Aoi leaned in and pressed his lips to Uruha, the action eagerly reciprocated by the honey-blonde. “And now Kai’s whore as well.”
Uruha broke away from the kiss and started to bounce - there was no other word for it - excitedly up and down like a little kid that had been told they were getting as much sugar as they wanted. “So we’re really going to do it today?”
“As long as Kai wants it, then yes,” Aoi answered before his mouth shaped itself into a sly, mischievous grin. “Now let’s go get our lonely little drummer, neh?”
Aoi stalked over to where Kai sat, Uruha following only a half-step behind. He threw his arms around Kai’s neck in a sudden, friendly nature that still caused Kai to stiffen in his seat. Nervous, fumbling fingers hurriedly minimized the extremely non-innocent web page he had been viewing, replacing it with an innocuous picture of the band hanging out together in their early years. Aoi smirked above Kai’s head having briefly seen the pairing of the fiction the drummer had been reading. It definitely made him more sure that what he was doing would end well.
“Hey Kai!” Aoi semi-whined. “Come drink with us!”
“Eh?” Kai tried to turn and look at Aoi but the guitarist’s arms prevented him from doing so. “Why do you want me to go drinking with you?”
“Well me and Uruha want to celebrate that the PV is done and what better way than to get drunk?”
“Yes, but why me?” Kai asked, curiosity overtaking the part of his mind that was trying to tell him to shut up and go with the flow. But in the end the curiosity won because he truly couldn’t understand why they would want him to get drunk with them. He was never capable of being the center of attention like Ruki was, nor was he able to make a drunken fool of himself like Reita was apt to. He was more often than not the person sitting quietly in the background getting pleasantly drunk but never smashed while watching the drunken antics of those around him.
“Well originally the plan was to invite everyone over,” Uruha explained stepping into Kai’s field of view. “But with how Ruki and -“
“REITA~~~!!!”
The sudden scream of pleasure came from the hall causing all heads to turn in near perfect synchronization to look in the direction of the doorway which led to the hall and presumably whatever closet Reita currently had Ruki stashed in.
“Wow…” Uruha broke the silence first. “The midget has extremely good timing.”
Aoi snorted into Kai’s hair, ruffling the feather-like strands which Kai had to force both his mind and body to take as an unintentional action and definitely not, not, as anything to be aroused by.
“Anyways those two obviously already have plans that only include themselves but that shouldn’t stop us from asking you,” Uruha continued, almond eyes smiling as much as his mouth was. “And it’s just not as much fun when it’s just us two by ourselves.”
“And yet he’s constantly drunk anyways,” Aoi commented gleefully, finally releasing Kai to avoid the slap that Uruha had tried to give him.
“I’m not always drunk,” Uruha protested as he tried to get Aoi within striking distance.
“But you’re always drinking,” joked Kai, joining into the teasing with a laugh to try and make him relax around the two guitarists. Now that he thought about it maybe drinking with the two wouldn’t be so awkward and unpleasant. It might even be fun.
“Hey, no fair ganging up on me!” Uruha pouted though on the inside he was grinning evilly at the thought of the two men ganging up on him in a different manner. “Hmm, maybe leader-sama shouldn’t come with us if he’s just gonna make fun of me.”
“No leader-sama has to come to help me make sure you don’t drink too much,” Aoi laughed as he placed his hand on Kai’s shoulder, making the drummer look at him. “Right, leader-sama?”
“Yes, yes,” Kai quickly agreed while continuing to smile happily. “I must make sure our Uruha-kun doesn’t give himself alcohol poisoning.”
“Alright, let’s change and then head to our place.” Aoi clapped Kai on the shoulder before walking over to his bag that held his regular clothes.
“Your guys’ place?” Kai spoke curiously. He had thought that they would be going to a bar, not the apartment the two guitarists shared. Not that it really mattered much, it just seemed strange.
“Yep, we already bought a bunch of alcohol,” Uruha explained as he started trying to figure his way out of the latest outfit they had been forced into by the combo team of their stylist and Ruki. “And besides then we won’t have to worry about cabs and who’s driving ‘cause you can just crash at our place for the night.”
“Besides we all have the day off tomorrow so it’s not like any of us have important things we need to get to,” Kai averted his eyes as Aoi was suddenly topless and chose to instead focus on getting his head into the right hole of his t-shirt.
In the end Kai could only nod at the guitarists’ surprisingly logical answers and in five minutes was tailing behind them in his own car, anticipation running through his veins like adrenaline. Trying to figure out why he was so anxious about what was supposed to be just a group of friends getting drunk was impossible. He blamed the fictions.
Kai had certainly looked at both guitarists before, that went without saying. Uruha was definitely the sex god. Honey-blonde hair, alluring eyes that smoldered, and irresistible thighs that were constantly being flaunted in front of god and everyone made sure of that title. Aoi on the other hand was darkly sexual. He exuded suaveness and the forbidden whenever he entered the room and it was impossible not to believe that his mind was always thinking along a sexual wavelength. That these two men had chosen to pair together had seemed perfect and yet a punishment from god at the same time because it meant that no one else could have them. Including Kai.
That crushed some of the anticipation in Kai but definitely none of the arousal he felt towards the two men. He had a feeling that later that night he was either going to need a cold shower or some quality time with his recently new best friend Mr. Hand. With a regretful sigh and anxious body, Kai arrived at the guitarists’ apartment complex.
He stayed a few extra minutes in his car to calm him down some more and get himself in the right mood for the night ahead of him. Eventually he stepped out to find the two guitarists waiting for him at the elevator that would take them out of the parking garage and up into the building to the two’s apartment. Before he realized it he was being ushered inside by the two and told to make himself comfortable while they got the drinks ready. Kai wandered into the spacious living room and made himself comfortable in a black leather armchair while waiting for his hosts to come back with the drinks.
He couldn’t wait to get smashed if only to get rid of the nervousness that had come back when he entered the apartment.
It didn’t take long for Aoi and Uruha to come back with the booze, though Kai wondered at the strange smiles the two seemed to have though he didn’t give much thought beyond that the smiles were strange. Besides the people to whom the smiles belonged were rather strange people to begin with. Not that he minded strange people. Nope not at all.
The drinking had coincided with friendly conversation before it turned into a gossip session about the pairing of bassist and vocalist that had occurred in a closet that all agreed to never enter again. Aoi had snorted into his drink and Uruha had nearly passed out from laughing when Kai related exactly how the two had ended up in aforementioned closet. The subject changed from there into Kai’s own love life which was at first uncomfortable for the drummer to talk about but the three shots Uruha handed him fixed that up real quick.
Kai vented his frustration to the two guitarists about how everyone in the band had paired up and left him the lonely man out. How he truly wanted to have someone but never having the time to find someone. His worry that if he tried to date anyone outside of the music scene that they would go out with him for his fame and eventually leave him with a broken heart. His worry that if he dated anyone inside the music scene that they would go out with him for publicity and eventually leave him with a broken heart. How his hand had become the only action he had in far too many years. How he had started to indulge in all the smutty stories the fans wrote because the Kais in those stories got more action than the real one did. By the end of his fifth shot he had admitted to the two guitarists that they were sex gods and that he’d love to fuck either one of them.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth did the drummer realize how truly drunk he was and how much of his darkest secrets he had spilled to the two. Mumbling apologies he stumbled his way into the kitchen looking for something to sober him up be it water or coffee if he could trust himself to work the machine correctly in his current state of being.
As the drummer made his way to the kitchen Uruha turned to look Aoi with a knowing smile playing on the honey-blonde’s sensual lips. It was an ‘I-told-you-so’ look that just made the elder roll his eyes. But when those eyes returned to his partner they were full of mischievousness and the smirk upon his pierced lips spurred them into action.
With moves rivaling those of a master thief they entered their own kitchen, focused on the target in front of them who was currently trying to reach some sort of sobriety by downing a bottle of water. From an outside perspective the scene might’ve looked like two predators taking advantage of an unsuspecting prey. Like eagles they swooped in, each claiming a place in the drummer’s personal space. At the sudden and unexpected intrusion into his space Kai did the only thing he could do - he eeped.
“W-what are you d-doing?” Kai stuttered as he froze in place, Aoi at his back and Uruha at his front.
“That’s a good question,” Aoi said as he leaned in closer, his breath once again ruffling Kai’s hair and there was no way that Kai’s body could pass off the action as something not to be aroused by. He shivered when Aoi’s tongue suddenly became interested in how the shell of his ear tasted. “Why don’t you tell him Uruha?”
“Hmm,” Uruha hummed in agreement as he leaned in closer to the drummer who was trying to do his best impression of a statue. “I believe it was to give him some of the real thing instead of him having to resort to badly written porn and his hand.”
Kai shook his head in disbelief. This just wasn’t happening. There was no way in hell that his two bandmates, his two friends, who were so obviously together, were trying to get him into their bed. No. Way. In. Hell. But unless his senses were deceiving him that was exactly what was happening right now. A mumble came from his mouth just loud enough for the two guitarists to hear it. “I don’t want this.”
“Eh?” Uruha’s eyes were wide. That had definitely not been what he was expecting to hear from the drummer’s mouth. “But you just said all that about us being sex gods a-and wanting us a-and how lonely you were an-“
Uruha’s mouth was covered by one of Aoi’s hands, trying to help his lover from digging a hole for himself. “You don’t want to be used, that’s it isn’t it?”
The drummer nodded from where he was still sandwiched between the two, his eyes suddenly finding interest in his socked feet, and Uruha’s eyes filled with understanding.
“Ah, that isn’t what we’re trying to do,” Uruha said using his fingers to lift Kai’s face up by his chin. “We would never think about using you. We want you with us for as long as you want to be with us.”
Uruha then claimed Kai’s lips for all that he was worth, making Aoi smile before he moved in to molest the neck so conveniently placed before with his mouth.
Kai blinked. He blinked again. His mind tried to process exactly what was happening but after a short while it just said fuck it and decided to let what was happening to happen. He’d deal with the consequences later when his hang-over would finally hit him. He kissed Uruha back and let the moan that had been building in his throat out.
Uruha’s kiss was sweet and teasing. You could taste him all you wanted and still be left wanting for more. Aoi on the other hand just kept himself settled on that one spot until - “Unh…” came the moan of pleasure from the drummer. Aoi smirked against his skin.
Lips wandered everywhere on Kai who tried to keep up with the two but soon found himself only capable of writhing and moaning under their talented mouths. And their fingers too. He still didn’t know when his shirt got taken off and his belt conveniently disappeared. And then it stopped.
It was only for long enough for him to get tossed unceremoniously over Aoi’s shoulder like a prize. Really what was it with semes and their need to carry their ukes around like sacks of potatoes? Not that he was saying that he was an uke. Or that he wasn’t an uke. Hell he didn’t know but he figured he’d find out soon enough.
It was a short journey from kitchen to bedroom, Uruha following behind with a downright joyous expression on his face that reminded Kai of a cat with cream. With a little bit less than gentle toss he landed on the king-sized bed covered in black sheets that were tantalizing to the touch. Unfortunately Kai didn’t have long to pay much attention to them as the two were back on him with their touches and their lips.
He yelped when Aoi’s hand found its way underneath the waistband of his jeans though it quickly turned into sounds of pleasure when it started stroking Kai’s quickly hardening member. Through hazed eyes Kai could do nothing but watch as soon both guitarists were divested of their clothes by an overly eager Uruha who, once done with his task, returned to kissing him with a fervent passion. Suddenly he felt that he himself was wearing too many clothes but found himself unable to voice coherently enough what he wanted nor find enough control over his limbs to do the task himself. He felt like all he could do was lose himself in the pleasure he was receiving after being in a drought for so long.
“What is it that you want to us to do Kai?” Aoi whispered huskily into his ear.
“Yes, how do you want us to pleasure you?” Uruha slyly said into his other ear.
They wanted him to think coherently about what he wanted! Right now that seemed an impossible feat with Aoi’s hand still down his pants and Uruha’s teeth nipping on his earlobe.
“Please…” Kai managed to gasp out.
“Please what?” Uruha slyly goaded him on, hovering the line between playfully teasing and downright frustrating the drummer.
“Please…something….anything!”
“Hmm, anything?” Aoi’s voice had a tone of deviousness to it that made Kai shiver. “That’s either very trusting of you or you don’t know what you want.”
Kai couldn’t deny that he didn’t know what he wanted but trusting? Was he really trusting them? He couldn’t see a reason not to trust them, but at the same time a small seed of doubt was sown. If he trusted them with his pleasure and possibly his heart then that meant they had the power to hurt him and he was scared, no downright terrified, of getting hurt. But he felt like he could trust them with his pleasure - he would wait to trust them with his heart.
“Maybe you’d like Uruha to taste this,” Aoi emphasized the suggestion with a grasp to Kai’s aching member. “That mouth of his is sinfully talented.”
Kai watched through hazy eyes as Uruha teasingly licked his lips. More blood rushed further south. He nodded.
Quickly he found himself repositioned to sit on the edge of the bed, seated between Aoi’s long, pale legs, the elder’s chest pressed against his back. Uruha moved gracefully to kneel on the ground behind him, using his fingers to easily spread the drummer’s legs. Two sets of fingertips grasped the waistband of his jeans and finally released his arousal from its jean and boxer imprisonment. Kai was never happier to see his clothes tossed carelessly across the room.
A ghost of breath on his member brought his attention back to Uruha who looked at him through his eyelashes and had a pleased smile upon his lips.
“I wish you could see how debauched you look right now,” was all he said before he took Kai into his mouth.
Kai moaned loudly as he was enveloped in wet heat. He shuddered when Uruha moaned around him and sent vibrations all the way to his spine. His hands looked for purchase when the bobbing began. They found honey-blonde hair when he was deep-throated.
Off in another corner of his pleasure-hazed mind, Kai heard the clicks of a cap being opened and closed. It wasn’t until he felt slick fingers at his entrance that he realized that it had been a bottle of lube. The fingers rested against his most intimate place but did not breech him. Kai realized that those fingers, silently, were asking his permission to continue. He nodded furiously and without hesitation as he shifted his hips against the fingers while trying not to dislodge Uruha from his pleasurable position between his legs.
The first finger felt strange to Kai, uncomfortable but not unpleasant. It felt so foreign to have something in him after such a long time of unwanted abstinence. He whimpered when the second entered and began to work with its partner in stretching him to prepare him for something bigger. But when the sound reached Uruha’s ears it only made him work harder to drown out Kai’s pain with pleasure. The third finger was added but its pain was short-lived as its brethren quickly found the pleasurable bundle of nerves inside of him. White ghosted over his vision as moans and gasps poured in an almost endless stream from his mouth. He was close, sooo close…
Kai opened the eyes he hadn’t known he had closed when he felt Uruha’s mouth leave his overly-aroused member. The honey-blonde still remained between his legs but his head was thrown back exposing his glistening neck in a manner that made Kai want to leave his mark upon its smooth expanse of skin. But it was the sight of the guitarist stretching himself that nearly had the drummer going over the edge.
“He’s beautiful like that, isn’t he?” Aoi whispered huskily into Kai’s ear. “He’s even more beautiful when he’s moaning and writhing underneath you, but you’ll see that first-hand soon enough.”
Kai’s mind tried to comprehend coherently the words that Aoi had said. He had implied that Uruha was preparing himself for Kai, but Kai himself was being prepared by Aoi. Had he got the implication wrong? Was Uruha going to be in him tonight or was he going to be in Uruha? Where was Aoi going to be? The questions ran circles in Kai’s mind, which could not keep up with them as much of its processing power had become swamped by pleasure.
He got his answer soon enough when Uruha moved onto the bed and Aoi removed his fingers earning a whimper of loss from Kai. He hissed when cold liquid met his heated arousal but moaned when warm hands came and spread that cold substance over the aching member. In front of him Uruha was welcoming him with open arms and open legs, his eyes flickering in the dim light with want and something Kai could not identify. In a daze he positioned himself at Uruha’s twitching entrance and with a confirming nod from the honey-blonde pushed in to the hilt with one quick thrust.
Uruha’s tight heat almost had him going over the edge. Kai panted heavily, not trusting himself to move and also wanting to give Uruha time to adjust to his size. He was about to start moving once more when he felt the heat and shape of Aoi’s arousal against his own stretched entrance. And them he himself was filled just as he filled Uruha. These feelings of filling and being filled were not foreign to Kai when they had occurred independently, but experiencing both in tandem with the other was a mind-blowing new experience for him. He was linked with both of them in the most intimate of places. He was the bridge between the two. He was the middle, the center, the drummer filling in a guitarist sandwich. And when Aoi helped him start a rhythm he felt that he had reached heaven and that is was impossible for the two men he was linked to to be anything but the sex gods he had said they were.
Kai’s ears were filled with the sounds of moans and skin hitting skin. The scene before his eyes was exquisite - a debauched Uruha, hair mussed, lips swollen, moaning and writhing as Kai kept brushing that pleasurable spot within him. Kai couldn’t help himself from kissing those swollen lips. A hand in his hair eventually pulled him away from those lips only to replace them with Aoi’s pierced ones. Uruha’s mouth was on his neck once more, hands clawing at the drummer’s shoulders as he came closer to the edge. It didn’t help Kai’s hand had somehow found his neglected member and had started giving it attention in the form of firm strokes.
Soon the moans and gasps exuding from all three mouths prevented the kissing from continuing as all kept climbing to the peak. Kai was the first to go over, yelling a mangled mixture of the guitarists’ names. He brought Uruha with him a second later, the guitarist’s seed coating their stomachs. A few more thrusts later into Kai’s fluttering entrance had Aoi finally reaching his climax as well.
Aoi fell to the side bringing Kai with him so as to save Uruha from being at the bottom of a heavy dog pile. Ruining the afterglow like that was definitely not the way to keep Kai in their bed. The drummer himself was hanging in that state between consciousness and unconsciousness that came sometimes during afterglow. Uruha was petting Kai’s fluffy brunette hair and pressing gentle kisses to his face. And with each kiss as if to emphasize the feelings in them Uruha whispered the phrase “aishiteru.”
And Aoi joined his honey-blonde lover and placed kisses in Kai’s hair and on his bare neck also whispering “aishiteru” even after the brunette’s breathing had evened out in the tell-tale sign of sleep. Eventually when Uruha was also succumbing to the draw of sleep Aoi managed to pull the covers over them kissing his lovers in turn. He went to sleep with a warm and happy heart filled to the brim with love for the two lying in bed next to him.
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‘Hot…too hot…why is it so hot?’
Kai felt like he was burning up, as if he was sick with a high fever. Had he somehow gone to bed with his clothes on? No, he could feel the sheets against his stomach and his thighs. Then why was it so hot? And what was causing the pressure on his chest?
Eyes opened to discover that he was stuck between two people who had latched onto him in his sleep. Uruha had managed to snuggle into his side, arm latched over the top of his stomach and legs intertwined with his. Aoi’s arm rested just below Uruha’s and his chin rested in Kai’s feathery strands. And then the memories of last night hit him worse than any hangover. His cheeks became the hottest part of his body as he recalled the amazing bout of sex he had had the night before with the two guitarists.
His mind went into overdrive as it tried to both recall and process the events of the previous night. In the end his brain was able to produce a somewhat coherent summary of what had happened. He had gone over to the two guitarists’ apartment to celebrate the completion of a new PV by getting drunk, and drunk he had gotten to the point of making embarrassing admissions regarding his love life and had ended up calling the two guitartists sex gods that he’d like to fuck. And apparently he had gotten his wish. While he had been in the kitchen attempting to reach sobriety the pair had attacked…ok, maybe not attacked, more like approached him and had informed him that not only did they want him in their bed but also in their relationship. And after that he had the most mind-blowing bout of sex in his life.
Kai’s mind chose to linger on one particular part of that summary of events. The two men, who were currently latched onto him in a way similar to how children held precious stuffed animals in their sleep, wanted him to be a part of their relationship. Not as an occasional, awkward, third-wheel type of member but a full-fledged, full-time, wanted member. In one night he had gone from being pitifully single to being in a relationship with two people.
But did he want this relationship? And without hesitation the answer was yes. In truth he had never wanted a relationship more. But was he ready for a relationship like this? Now he hesitated. He knew that a relationship that involved three people was infinitely more harder to maintain than one with only two people in it. And the biggest question of all was did he trust them enough to give his heart to them?
And then recollections of those final moments before he had fallen into sleep’s embrace. Two pairs of lips leaving chaste kisses over his face, hair, neck; each kiss punctuated by that most powerful and emotion-filled phrase of “aishiteru.”
And it was then that Kai finally had his answer to that last question. He would give them his heart and if eventually he received it back mangled and damaged, he would not regret what he had done.
Now if only the two would stop suffocating him with their body heat things would be perfect. There was a reason he slept nude after all!
Carefully he began to try and extricate himself from the tangle of limbs. But this only succeeded in getting Uruha to hold onto him tighter.
“Aoi,” groaned out the half-asleep honey-blonde.
“What?” came the gravely reply from above Kai’s head.
“He’s trying to escape.”
“Are you sure?”
“Uh-huh.” Kai felt Uruha nod into his side.
“Did you ask him what he was doing?”
Silence then “…no…”
“Then how do you know that he’s escaping?’
“Because I do,” and then he pouted childishly though the only one with eyes open to see it was Kai.
“Kai, are you trying to escape?” Aoi asked as though he already knew Kai’s answer though his arm seemed to tighten over the drummer as if he was nervous.
“No,” the arm relaxed. “In fact I was thinking of maybe cooking breakfast.”
“See Uru, he was just going to make some of his delicious food for us, not run away.”
“But I want him here,” Uruha whined. “And besides I’m not hungry.”
Cue classic cliché of Uruha’s stomach growling at this moment.
Uruha regretfully unlatched himself from Kai muttering under his breath about “traitorous stomachs” and their awful timing. Aoi was sluggish in the removal of his arm, as if he wanted the feeling of Kai’s skin against his own to linger as long as possible. Wriggling out of the sheets, Kai managed to make it out of the bed without hurting himself or his new lovers or falling flat on his face on the floor.
From the doorway to the hall he looked back at the pair as they slowly but surely inched closer to each other seeking the missing heat in their state of half-sleep. And even as he committed the scene to memory he knew in his heart this was only the first morning of many that he would share with the two.
Reita and Ruki. Aoi and Uruha and Kai.
Maybe five wasn’t such an awful number after all.
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A/N: So fail y/n?
This is actually my first real person slash and my first threesome lemon and is actually only the third lemon I’ve written ever. I have proofed this myself twice so if any errors have escaped me then oh well or they were meant to be there. I could really care less at this point because after this I should be dead. Hopefully you all enjoyed this and will comment lots!
(And fuck this thing was long: 6334 words and 14 pages in word)
P.S. Yes the Reituki closet scene is in the works. I’m not giving it and ETA since this one was supposed to be put up like a month ago and ya that failed horribly.