Fic for meggiebaby81, part 2/2
Part 1
Act Two
Yuushi was wondering what the hell was going on, and he didn't like it. The confusion he'd felt the previous day when he and Atobe had been discussing Hiyoshi in that secret language only Atobe understood had been bad enough, but today he was failing to understand everyone. Only Taki, Jiroh and Kabaji were acting normally, and that really didn't speak well for Yuushi's continued sanity. He hadn't even seen Gakuto since he'd abandoned Yuushi the moment Hiyoshi arrived for breakfast.
Yuushi had made some progress in narrowing the cause of the discontent down, but since he'd narrowed it down to Atobe it wasn't terribly helpful. Atobe was never the sort to confide about the things he'd done.
"Jiroh," Yuushi tried, poking the other boy in the side.
Jiroh had been Yuushi's only constant companion all morning. Everyone else had come and gone from the kitchen with varying degrees of weird behaviour. Atobe had been carrying himself with an air of constant amusement, Shishido and Ootori had both seemed mildly flustered around him, Hiyoshi had spent the whole morning staring at the floor, and Gakuto… well Gakuto seemed unable to face either Atobe or Hiyoshi. Though Yuushi couldn't imagine how Jiroh might help, since he'd been asleep all morning, he was ready to at least try asking him.
"What?" Jiroh asked, incredibly sleep slurred.
Yuushi's hope abandoned him and he sighed, "Never mind."
"Why don't you just ask one of them?" Taki enquired. He was perched on the counter eating an apple.
"Sorry?" Yuushi glanced up with a frown.
"I forgive you," Taki said, smirking. "I said, why don't you just ask one of them? You want to know why everyone has their knickers in a twist, right?"
"And you don’t?" Yuushi challenged him. He actually already had an idea - he was smart enough to suspect that Atobe and Hiyoshi had been caught up to something in the showers - but what Yuushi didn't get was why Gakuto was bothered about anything.
Taki shrugged, "Not my boyfriend in the middle of it all."
"Shishido seems pretty in the middle of it," Yuushi pointed out, unable to resist the jibe given Taki's continued hostility to Shishido.
"Screw you," Taki retorted.
They were interrupted before they got further by Jiroh yawning and straightening up. He looked very bleary eyed as he ran a hand through his hair, "What time's it?"
"Nearly lunch," Taki told him. "Atobe wants to start practice after."
"Oh good, I'm hungry," Jiroh said, grinning. "Where is Atobe?"
"Still being smug somewhere I imagine." Yuushi couldn't quite keep the grouch out of his voice.
"About Hiyoshi-kun?" Jiroh asked, stretching.
Yuushi blinked and it was Taki who said, "What about Hiyoshi?"
"Mukahi caught him going down on Atobe," Jiroh told them matter-of-factly, sliding off the stool he'd been perched upon whilst he slumped over the table asleep.
Both Taki and Yuushi blinked and exchanged glances.
"Thanks for that," Atobe broke in dryly. He entered the kitchen followed by the hulking shadow of Kabaji.
"No problem, Atobe!" Jiroh called back as he opened the fridge, clearly not the least bit cowed.
"We are meant to be having lunch served to us," Atobe observed, "in the dining room shortly."
"Just getting a snack," Jiroh assured him.
Atobe looked longsuffering but said nothing further, only then turning to take in Yuushi and Taki's expressions as they stared at him. Yuushi, in particular, was trying to puzzle out how this development slotted into Atobe's cryptic comments of the previous day. Was Atobe trying to distract Hiyoshi for him?
"Do I have something on my face?" Atobe enquired mildly.
Taki's expression shifted, one eyebrow lifting as if to say, 'Seriously?'
Yuushi rolled his eyes, "Have you seen Gakuto?"
"Not recently," Atobe said. "Right Kabaji?"
"Right," Kabaji agreed.
Yuushi sighed, decided he wasn't likely to get any answers, and got up, "I'll be back in time for lunch."
"Of course," Atobe agreed. Yuushi pretended not to hear the rest of what Atobe said: "Missing boyfriends, pesky things. Never know who they'll be with."
**
Gakuto was not a happy bunny. He'd spent an entirely enjoyable night with Yuushi, so he knew he should have been on top of the world. Yuushi had even managed not to say anything particularly irritating to him in front of inappropriate company. Yet somehow, despite the potentially idyllic situation he found himself in, Gakuto was restless and irritable.
"It's your own fault," Shishido told him unhelpfully. He was sat lounging on the couch in the sitting room, his feet in Ootori's lap, while Gakuto occupied the window seat pensively. "You should've turned back."
"Shut up," Gakuto retorted uncharitably, folding his arms across his chest.
"He's only trying to help, Mukahi-san," Ootori objected. What he didn't say aloud was, 'and he is right'.
"Well he's not," Gakuto shot back.
Shishido sighed, "What's even bothering you about it anyway?"
Gakuto didn't reply right away because he didn't know and he had even less of a clue what to say on the subject. He thought back to that moment when Atobe had looked at him smugly and Hiyoshi had looked at him in horror. Neither of those reactions was terribly inappropriate when one was caught out, but somehow Gakuto had chosen to be bothered instead of smug and able to lord it over Hiyoshi. Eventually Gakuto was forced to admit softly, "I don't know."
"You don't have a thing for Atobe, do you?" Shishido asked, suspiciously. "That would be really lame."
Gakuto rolled his eyes. "You mean like you didn't used to?"
"That was years ago!" Shishido protested, and Gakuto wasn't looking so he wasn't sure if it was directed more toward himself or Ootori.
Ootori didn't seem remotely bothered by the situation as he asked, tentatively, "Is that a yes, Mukahi-san?"
"What?" Gakuto asked in honest surprise, turning to look then. It took him a moment to review the conversation and gauge what it was he was replying to. "No! No, I don't like Atobe."
"Not Hiyoshi?" Shishido asked in disbelief.
"No!" Gakuto snapped, but something inside him, some sharp feeling at the memory of Hiyoshi's face upon being caught made Gakuto question if he wasn't lying this time. He couldn't possibly like one of the lowerclassmen could he? He who had Oshitari Yuushi? Yet, he reminded himself, Yuushi could be an idiot on occasion and Hiyoshi had noticed and cared… But now he was with Atobe?
"Sure about that?" Shishido challenged. Ootori was simply watching Gakuto, his expression uncomfortably intuitive as Gakuto shifted restlessly before his gaze.
"Yes," Gakuto retorted, with more certainty that he felt.
"What happened at breakfast then, Mukahi-san?" Ootori asked, gently, and Gakuto immediately wished Ootori had just remained silent. Gakuto had no idea what had happened at breakfast. He'd come down with Yuushi and then Hiyoshi had been there helping himself to pancakes unexpectedly. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Hiyoshi had looked at him with that guilty expression - as if he, too, thought that events should somehow matter to Gakuto - and he'd gone to say Gakuto's name, and so Gakuto had bailed. Shishido and Ootori had found him a little while later, but Gakuto hadn't really known what to say to them.
"It was just awkward," Gakuto knew he sounded defensive, but he couldn't help it.
"Imagine how Hiyoshi feels," Ootori pointed out.
"Or you could just ask him," Shishido suggested. "Don't eavesdrop, Hiyoshi, it's lame."
Gakuto froze, very hesitantly following Shishido's gaze to see Hiyoshi standing in the doorway. Hiyoshi looked oddly calm compared to how he had earlier, and it was probably that more than anything else which fired up Gakuto's urge to flee. Gakuto swallowed it down though and instead simply bit out, "Hey."
"Can I speak to you, Mukahi-senpai?" Hiyoshi asked, quietly. Shishido was watching with undisguised curiosity while Ootori attempted to feign disinterest, as though it would somehow generate privacy where none existed.
"Sure," Gakuto muttered, half shrugging his shoulder as he tried for nonchalance. He wasn't sure he succeeded. In his chest, his heart was inexplicably thundering and he couldn't look at Hiyoshi without imagining him naked and on his knees with his lips all swollen and red. Gakuto blushed and cleared his throat unnecessarily at the mental image.
"In private?" Hiyoshi asked, still not awkward but finally exhibiting the first flush of embarrassment if you peered closely. Gakuto didn't like to admit quite how closely he was paying attention, he knew it wasn't right.
It was against his better judgement, but Gakuto nodded anyway.
**
Wakashi could feel a tic developing in his jaw as he resisted the urge to look at Shishido and Ootori. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Shishido was studying both of them, but it was Ootori who was worse because he had that damned perceptive air. So long as Wakashi avoided Ootori's understanding gaze, he could continue to pretend that the entire team didn't know precisely why he was so mortified at Gakuto seeing him.
When Gakuto finally nodded, the relief was enough to make Wakashi's legs turn to jelly. He backed from the room with an odd sort of stumble, almost unwilling to turn away for fear that Gakuto would change his mind and bolt while Wakashi wasn't looking. It was utterly humiliating that Gakuto seemed to believe Wakashi had so degraded himself that he was going to avoid him.
Gakuto, for a moment, looked as though he would do exactly as Wakashi dreaded, hesitating, biting his lip and glancing about for an escape route. But then Gakuto frowned and straightened up and moved decidedly after Wakashi instead, raising his chin in a gesture that almost seemed defiant.
Wakashi cast a brief glance at Shishido and Ootori, took in Shishido's smirk and Ootori's considering expression, and decided he'd rather not know. He turned on his heel and led the way through the house onto a balcony near the dining room. Wakashi was purposely avoiding the kitchen as he was fairly sure Atobe was still in there, and Oshitari, too. The number of people Wakashi actually wouldn't mind seeing, he reflected, was pretty damn slim.
Gakuto came to a halt near the doorway, folding his arms across his chest and watching Wakashi expectantly as he leant against the wall. He seemed irritable and impatient and it set Wakashi off balance.
"What?" Wakashi heard himself ask before he thought any better of it.
Gakuto gave him a look like he was a moron, and he abruptly felt considerably like he was a moron when the penny dropped. Enunciating clearly, as though for a slow child, Gakuto said, "You asked me out here to talk…"
"I know!" Wakashi snapped, embarrassed.
Gakuto blinked, straightening back up as irritation gripped him. "I can go back in."
"No!" Wakashi said quickly. "Sorry."
"Whatever," Gakuto retorted, relaxing against the wall again but keeping his arms folded across his chest. "Just get on with it."
"Look, I-" Wakashi began, and then he heard Atobe's voice in his head again. 'Pussy.' It made him freeze and stare at Gakuto as the other boy stood before him. It made him really see Gakuto: Gakuto who was suddenly paying attention to him; Gakuto who looked awkward, even as he tried to look like he couldn't care less; Gakuto who'd clearly been bothered by seeing him with Atobe.
"I'm going," Gakuto huffed when Wakashi said nothing, stepping away from the wall and beginning to turn.
Wakashi didn't call out this time, he just stepped forward and grabbed hold of Gakuto's tense shoulder's. He caught the way Gakuto's eyes widened, but he refused to second guess himself on this. If he could seize and kiss Atobe whilst the captain was naked, he could damn well do the same thing to Gakuto whilst he was fully dressed. And hell, he was sure he'd improved with his experience with Atobe.
"Mmph," Gakuto said into the kiss, a noise that seemed more born of surprise than anything as he relaxed in Wakashi's grip slowly. All Wakashi had hoped for was that Gakuto wouldn't run, Gakuto took him entirely by surprise when he began to reciprocate.
It was a totally different kiss than Wakashi had shared with Atobe. Atobe had been all aggression and point proving. It had held a passion fuelled by need and anger and everything base. With Gakuto it was careful and tentative, because Wakashi had been so unsure how he'd be received and because it mattered. It was slow, and it held meaning as Wakashi tried to convey that this, unlike Atobe, actually meant something. Wakashi wanted Gakuto to know that he was sorry, even if Gakuto didn't know what for, and he wanted to make Gakuto keep looking at him the way he'd started to at the end of the match the previous day.
In a jolting, unexpected movement, Gakuto unfolded his arms and moved them around Wakashi, inviting Wakashi to deepen the kiss as he backed into the wall again. Wakashi wasn't sure how, but he felt as though Gakuto had entirely taken control of the situation without taking any control at all. It made him feel light headed and giddy, the butterflies in his stomach going into overdrive.
Gakuto's response was better than anything he could have hoped for.
**
From where he was standing in the dining room, Yuushi had an excellent view of his boyfriend making out with Hiyoshi. He also had an excellent view when they broke apart. He could see that they were both flustered and that, though Gakuto excused himself quickly, it was only after a glancing kiss across Hiyoshi's cheek, a kiss that made it entirely unlikely Gakuto was in the throes of regret over his cheating ways.
Less clear to Yuushi was how he felt about the development. He'd expected to be angry, very angry, and very hurt, and yet he didn't seem to be. He had no idea what he was thinking, except that the possibility of losing Gakuto suddenly loomed in his head in an ominous and horrifying way, and his smug certainty of Gakuto's affection seemed utterly laughable. He was torn between laughing and crying, but he refused to do either. He determined that he was going to take action before it was too late, and strode forward onto the balcony where Hiyoshi remained.
The way in which Hiyoshi's eyes widened in horror would have been comical to Yuushi if his heart hadn't been twisting horribly in his chest. It seemed wrong that it was still quite so bright and sunny outside as he said quietly, "I think we need to talk."
"Oshitari, I-" Hiyoshi began to stutter out, backing up toward the balcony edge. Yuushi watched him warily, half worried Hiyoshi was going to drive himself over the railing in his panic. It would just be Yuushi's luck to need to rescue Hiyoshi after what he'd just seen.
"Be quiet," he snapped, making Hiyoshi freeze in place. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Oh," Hiyoshi said intelligently, and apparently stalled at that point.
Yuushi sighed, feeling a migraine coming on. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to work out what on earth he'd thought he was going to say when he began the conversation. It had been something that would allow him to keep Gakuto without ever giving Gakuto opportunity to leave him; that was all he recollected.
Hiyoshi, in the face of Yuushi's silent distress, apparently rallied enough to try and shove the boot in, "You don't deserve him."
"I might change my mind about hurting you," Yuushi muttered, not putting his glasses back on just yet. He hated that he sounded tired.
"You could try," Hiyoshi agreed, his voice gaining confidence, "but I'm the martial artist here."
Yuushi didn't reply immediately, then he snorted. It was inelegant, but something he couldn't help. "Touché."
Hiyoshi laughed after a moment, the sharp, short, slightly hysterical sort of sound that Yuushi was close to emitting himself. It made Yuushi glance up curiously, sliding his glasses back onto his nose. Hiyoshi shrugged his shoulder, explaining in response to Yuushi's unspoken question, "It's just… a bit like déjà vu. You saying we need to talk and then not - I did the same to Mukahi before."
"And then you kissed him," Yuushi broke in, a hint of steel finally inflecting his tone. "Am I supposed to do that now?"
Hiyoshi almost audibly gulped, his laughter dying away as suddenly as it had materialised. He simply stared at Yuushi, as though unable to determine if Yuushi had been serious.
"I'm not letting you have him," Yuushi finally said, making absolutely no move toward Hiyoshi that might be misconstrued in anyway. He hadn't been serious.
"Don't you think it's his choice?" Hiyoshi asked, growing angry on Gakuto's behalf.
"No," Yuushi said shortly. He wasn't giving Gakuto any choice, not if Gakuto might not choose him.
"He doesn't belong to you!" Hiyoshi protested, clearly growing agitated by Yuushi's calm certainty.
"No," Yuushi agreed, which seemed to go some marginal way toward placating Hiyoshi. Yuushi wasn't interested in placating Hiyoshi though, so he looked Hiyoshi in the eye and told him straight, "You have no idea what we are to each other."
Yuushi smiled then, casual once more when he brushed the hair away from his forehead. "You're out of your league, Hiyoshi-kun. Don't think I'll give him up so easily."
Hiyoshi's jaw dropped and Yuushi turned to go back inside.
"You actually really care about him, don't you?" Hiyoshi asked Yuushi's back in disbelief.
Yuushi didn't wait around to argue about it; it really was none of Hiyoshi's business.
**
By the time practice was drawing to a close that afternoon, Gakuto had become certain Atobe was abusing his insight in order to make Gakuto's life somewhere akin to hell. For his own match he'd faced Atobe, which had hardly lasted any time at all. Gakuto didn't feel ashamed that he could be beaten so easily by someone with Atobe's skill either; he'd long resigned himself to it. The problem was that Atobe had also set Hiyoshi and Yuushi against each other, the result of which was really a foregone conclusion and yet now Gakuto had to sit watching them on top of being hideously conflicted about the events just prior to lunch.
Lunch… God, lunch had been awkward. Gakuto hadn't known whether to look at Hiyoshi or Yuushi or both or neither. He'd felt ridiculously confused, to the degree where he hadn't really paid any mind to how anyone else was acting. Gakuto was uncertain how to proceed now. Yuushi was still everything he wanted, that hadn't changed, but Hiyoshi's care and Hiyoshi's kiss had thrown him for a loop. Watching the two of them go at it over the net was strangely terrifying and exciting. He was able to imagine they were fighting for him in a warped, romantic sort of way, even though Yuushi had no idea.
Hiyoshi kept glancing over at him between serves, which made Gakuto's stomach knot up. He almost wanted Hiyoshi to win, just so he could see how things would turn out. Hiyoshi was certainly making Yuushi strain for his win, the same way he'd made Atobe work for it the previous day. It was like an all new Hiyoshi had arrived on their break ready to mow his way straight to the top, and that excited Gakuto.
One look at Yuushi's expression told him that Hiyoshi would never manage it though. Yuushi was serious today, uncharacteristically so, and he blazed over the court with the same total determination that Hiyoshi had. Yuushi didn't keep glancing to Gakuto, he was focused on the game, but he took Gakuto's breath away all the more for that fact.
When the game ended, it ended to total silence despite the way many of the regulars had gravitated toward the court to watch after their own matches had finished. Yuushi had ended it with his signature move, Higuma Otoshi, his glasses glinting in the bright sunlight.
Gakuto saw Hiyoshi look to him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't turn and quashed the fleeting disappointment within him that Hiyoshi had not done better. Instead Gakuto went straight to Yuushi as Yuushi left the court, drawn to the calm power that Yuushi was radiating as he walked away from his victory.
Yuushi took hold of Gakuto's hand the moment he was near, pulling him along as he walked away from the court, "Come with me."
"Yuushi?" Gakuto asked, bemused. He'd been expecting Yuushi to begin bragging about his win straight away, to be being smug, not to be leading him off with a strange quiet seriousness. "Where are we going?"
Yuushi didn't reply, which didn't reassure Gakuto at all.
Attempting to bring levity to the situation as he hurried to keep up with Yuushi's longer strides, Gakuto asked, "You're not taking me off to kill me, are you?"
"I haven't decided yet," Yuushi said, and his tone sent a chill down Gakuto's spine.
Glancing back over his shoulder, Gakuto realised they'd left the rest of the team - probably as bemused as Gakuto felt - well behind them as they headed off to wherever Yuushi was leading him. He told himself to relax and have faith in Yuushi's familiarity with Atobe's estate, but he wasn't entirely comforted by the way they were headed away from Atobe's house.
"Yuushi?" Gakuto tried again.
"Shush," Yuushi hushed him, coming to a halt and turning back to Gakuto as he tossed the racket he was still holding onto the nearby lawn. There were trees all around them by this point, Yuushi having led him far out into the gardens. Gakuto felt strangely vulnerable, especially given the look that Yuushi turned on him; he wasn't sure he'd ever seen Yuushi looking at him so intensely.
"Yuu-" Gakuto began to say, but Yuushi held a finger to his lips to stop him and he cut himself off mid-flow. In his confusion, Gakuto was beginning to get irritated, narrowing his gaze on Yuushi. Had Yuushi not still been holding his hand, he would've folded his arms across his chest defensively.
"Thank you," Yuushi said softly and released his hand, but before Gakuto could move Yuushi cupped his face gently.
Gakuto's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed roughly. He wanted to say Yuushi's name again, but he didn't. He waited as Yuushi leaned in and kissed him gently, with even more affection and tenderness than the unexpected kiss Yuushi had bestowed on him in the kitchen the previous day. He found himself melting against Yuushi, returning the kiss as it rapidly deepened. Yuushi had always brought out the passion in Gakuto, and this was no different as he found himself clinging to Yuushi breathlessly.
The last thing that Gakuto's befuddled brain expected to hear when they parted was Yuushi's voice softly in his ear, "I saw you and Hiyoshi."
**
Keigo watched from his window as Gakuto ascended the steps outside. The redhead took one look at Hiyoshi, who'd been waiting for him since emerging from his shower, and ran into the house. Keigo sighed and popped one of the little white painkillers into his mouth, washing it down with a mouthful of water. He wasn't going to wait for the headache to set in. Irked, he turned back to Oshitari, who had returned a half hour ago and joined Atobe immediately after he'd showered and changed. "You're making him choose then?"
"I told him I was sorry and we'd forget it ever happened," Oshitari retorted. He was lounging on the couch in Keigo's room, doing a very good job of very visibly feeling sorry for himself.
"You don't think you're being a little melodramatic?" Keigo tried, looking back at Oshitari.
"Rich coming from you," Oshitari muttered.
"This isn't one of your romance novels," Keigo snapped in irritation. "You're a teenager, it's hardly like you were married."
"And what would you have me do?" Oshitari asked, his tone holding just as much irritation. "You wouldn't take being cheated on!"
"I'd have made it clear to my boyfriend that we were in a relationship," Keigo remarked dryly, getting his temper back under control.
"You're saying this is my fault?" Oshitari managed to sound indignant, despite the fact that Keigo knew Oshitari was already blaming himself to some degree. Oshitari had had something of a reality check in the past twenty-four hours.
"I'm saying Hiyoshi has a talented mouth and you should see the bigger picture," Keigo retorted, smirking to himself at the memory. Hiyoshi had been a lot more talented than Keigo had been expecting.
"You did not just suggest a threesome with Hiyoshi Wakashi to me," Oshitari denied.
"No I didn't, you got to that on your own," Keigo agreed, feeling quite smug. Maybe the painkillers had been unnecessary - this was really rather fun.
"You're a bastard, Keigo," Oshitari told him, though it lacked any bite.
"No, Yuushi," Keigo disagreed, embracing the informality that this discussion seemed to need. "I just manage to remember that you're a horny teenager, not the star of a Mills and Boon novel."
"Just fuck them both?" Oshitari asked, his voice light with the hilarity of the idea.
Keigo nodded. It certainly seemed the most rational option to him; some people just got far too wound up about sex. "I suspect the rest will just sort of… fall into place. Gakuto's hardly going to complain over getting both of you."
"If I have to put up with him lecturing me on how I treat Gakuto…" Oshitari trailed off ominously.
"Put down some ground rules," Keigo retorted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Oshitari finally looked suspicious, "Why are you talking about this like it's normal?"
"You're reading into things too much," Keigo put him off, then yawned to add emphasis to the closed nature of the topic. "Now get out, I want some me time."
"Your entire life is you time," Oshitari grumbled, but he stood up and stretched.
Keigo simply smirked. Of course it was, that was precisely the way it should be, too.
Oshitari rolled his eyes and headed for the door, tone sincere despite his mocking, "Thanks, Captain."
Keigo just waved him away, "Be gone." He was just glad he might have managed to prevent the looming nightmare into which their vacation could've descended.
**
Gakuto had ultimately taken refuge in his and Yuushi's room in order to avoid everyone else. He didn't know what to say or think or anything. Hiyoshi had been waiting for him outside and Gakuto had just run straight past him with a sobbed announcement that 'he knows', which seemed to have been enough to freeze the younger boy in his tracks. Gakuto had avoided the lounge, too, since everyone was in there except Atobe and Yuushi. His bedroom had been the safest bet for avoiding people, and yet now he was in there he felt trapped and unsure what to do because it was too quiet and he just kept thinking.
"Fucking hell," he breathed, pacing between the bed and the window. A glance at the clock told him barely any time had passed compared to how it felt - perhaps half an hour when it felt like he'd been staring at the walls for hours. "Get a grip."
It wasn't even like the situation was that bad. Yuushi had seen, sure, but Yuushi was willing to forget it. More than that, Yuushi had apologised for taking Gakuto for granted. If Gakuto hadn't been so appalled that Yuushi knew about Hiyoshi, he'd have been over the moon to hear such words from Yuushi's lips.
So why was he still antsy? He wasn't sure, but he suspected it was because it all seemed too easy some how. Yuushi should've been more mad, or something. And what about Hiyoshi? He'd looked so sad and desperate on the steps outside, and while Gakuto didn't generally do desperate, it was kind of cute. But Yuushi had said…
"Crap," Gakuto declared, flopping on the bed with a great sigh. "Crap. Crap. Crap."
"Nice to see you're in such good spirits," Yuushi observed from the doorway, Gakuto's dramatics having masked the sound of the door opening.
"Yuushi…" Gakuto began softly, pulling himself upright and trailing off when he realised he didn't actually know what he wanted to say. Yuushi seemed suddenly much more relaxed than he had been when he'd left Gakuto in the grounds, and Gakuto wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
"I brought you a visitor," Yuushi told him, before Gakuto's thoughts could go any further.
Gakuto could only blink as Yuushi came inside fully, stepping to one side and ushering Hiyoshi in behind him.
"What's going on?" Gakuto asked. Hiyoshi didn't look as calm as Yuushi, but he didn't appear terrified any longer and Gakuto didn't know how to interpret that. The fact that Hiyoshi was in one piece boded well, he supposed.
"Hiyoshi-kun and I had a little talk," Yuushi explained, closing the door behind Hiyoshi and turning the key in the lock. Gakuto found his heart hammering in his chest, a lump in his throat obstructing any words he might have said. He had an inkling as to what was happening, but he didn't want to hope too strongly.
"We think you'll like the solution we reached," Hiyoshi offered, and the shy smile on his face did strange things to Gakuto's stomach. Gakuto could almost see the way Hiyoshi was adjusting to whatever he and Yuushi had conspired over.
Yuushi turned to Hiyoshi then, "Enough talking, I think."
Hiyoshi's cheeks took on a slight red hue then and he sounded a bit apprehensive when he glanced to Yuushi and his smile faded, "All right."
Gakuto's jaw literally dropped as he watched Yuushi work his magic on Hiyoshi, cupping Hiyoshi's face and kissing him passionately. It wasn't the type of kiss Yuushi ever bestowed on Gakuto, Gakuto could tell that much. This was Yuushi showing Hiyoshi who was in charge, and Hiyoshi was going to pieces even more quickly than Gakuto tended to. It made Gakuto wonder how quickly he'd be able to melt Hiyoshi given the chance - he didn't consider that their last kiss counted.
"You're serious?" Gakuto breathed, slightly disbelieving of what he was witnessing.
"Mmm, quite serious," Yuushi confirmed as he broke the kiss, smirking as Hiyoshi swayed on his feet a moment. "Perhaps you should go and sit with Gakuto."
A frown creased Hiyoshi's forehead momentarily, as if he knew Yuushi was laughing at him a little, but then he seemed to realise the opening he'd been offered and he wasted no time in joining Gakuto on the bed. What Gakuto was not expecting was for Hiyoshi to take his hand tentatively and check, "Is this ok?"
Gakuto flicked a quick glance to Yuushi, noting his partner seemed immensely amused by Hiyoshi's move, and decided he'd better clarify matters. Hiyoshi, it seemed, was under the mistaken impression that Gakuto needed gentling, and Gakuto wasn't having it.
"Not yet," Gakuto told Hiyoshi, who immediately looked worried. Gakuto didn't give him time to digest it though, using his free hand to push Hiyoshi down on the bed with a smirk. "Shuffle up."
Behind him, Gakuto heard Yuushi chuckle softly. Before him, Hiyoshi's eyes widened and he did as he was bidden, levering himself further onto the bed with his elbows and watching Gakuto warily. He'd clearly not expected the tables to be turned and Gakuto was delighted by it.
Casting one last look back at Yuushi and smirking wickedly, Gakuto moved over Hiyoshi so he was straddling his hips and leaning down over him so his lips were whispering against Hiyoshi's own, "This is much better."
Hiyoshi swallowed roughly, audibly, and that merely entertained Gakuto further. Hiyoshi was embarrassed, though he was obviously struggling to reaffirm his grip on the situation.
"The view isn't bad either," Yuushi purred, and the bed dipped as he joined them. "Perhaps you should give Hiyoshi-kun something to do with his mouth, Gakuto?"
"Perhaps," Gakuto agreed, leaning down to kiss Hiyoshi.
**
Wakashi felt lost. All he seemed to know was Gakuto and Oshitari, and Gakuto's tongue moving slickly against his own was sure to drive him to distraction. Needing to anchor himself, he moved his hands to Gakuto's waist; it did nothing to help him, and he couldn't even smother his moan as Gakuto rocked his pert little ass against Wakashi's trapped erection.
"You're killing me," he protested, though it was no protest at all. He was still half certain that this was all a dream and he'd wake up soon, alone and embarrassed in his bed on the opposite side of the mansion.
Oshitari's laugh was as wicked as Gakuto's smirk, his voice a velvet promise as he spoke, "Trust me, we haven't even started yet. How do you want him, Gakuto?"
There was something about being spoken of as though he had no choice in the matter that managed to be exciting to Wakashi. He tried to tell himself to be irked, to object, to show some dignity, but looking up at the wanton creature over him, he couldn't even remember how to speak.
"I want him on his hands and knees," Gakuto purred, lowering his head to whisper against Wakashi's ear, "First I want his mouth, then I want his ass."
Wakashi drew in a shivery breath, not pausing to question this unexpected turn of events. He had been expecting that it would be Gakuto bottoming, but he wasn't about to quibble. The one thing Gakuto's announcement did do was make him nervous enough to climb out of the stupor into which he'd sunk. He used that edge to get a grip on himself and assert some confidence as he stared up at Gakuto, "Guess you better let me up then."
Gakuto raised an eyebrow, the laughter in his eyes doubting and baiting Wakashi. Gakuto did slip smoothly sideways though, settling beside Wakashi with his legs curled under him as he slowly peeled off his tee.
For a moment, Wakashi just stared. Gakuto had utterly no shame as he revealed himself, rapidly moving to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts.
"Aren't you meant to be moving, Hiyoshi-kun?" Oshitari asked, drawing Wakashi's gaze down the bed. Oshitari was still wearing his glasses, but he'd stripped of everything else except his boxer shorts as he sat watching them. In fact, Oshitari had the distinct air of someone who was waiting for something, and it only took Wakashi a moment to spot the tube that Oshitari was holding and realise what.
"You're rather overdressed, too," Gakuto added, and by this time he was kneeling beside Wakashi naked, leaving Wakashi feeling disorientated again. He didn't have experience with this and he didn't like being out of control - he knew how to deal with a hand job or a blow job in the showers, but fucking in a bed was a whole new ball game - yet the sight of Gakuto waiting for him, hard for him, helped to refocus his mind.
Twisting onto his hands and knees, Wakashi quickly divested himself of his clothes, embracing the shamelessness that took him as he positioned himself between them. If anyone had told him just hours ago that he'd soon find himself naked between Oshitari Yuushi and Mukahi Gakuto, Wakashi would've thought they were insane. Now though… Wakashi only hoped he didn't embarrass himself.
"Good boy," Oshitari praised, stroking his hands over the curve of Wakashi's arse and spreading him wide. Even Oshitari's condescending tone was not enough to put Wakashi off the task at hand, however, and he swallowed his embarrassment as he leaned forward and took the head of Gakuto's needy cock into his mouth.
"Oh," Gakuto sighed, threading his fingers through Wakashi's hair and letting his eyes flutter shut. Wakashi refused to mimic the move, wanting to watch Gakuto's face instead as he sucked and licked and teased. He raised one hand to Gakuto's hip to help brace himself.
"Mmm," Wakashi found himself humming around Gakuto's cock, shuddering at the surprising quickness of Oshitari's fingers along the crack of his ass. He was very much using Gakuto to distract himself from what was coming, from the cold, slick digit that Oshitari suddenly pushed into him, making him sway forward and almost gag on Gakuto's cock.
"Slow, Yuushi," Gakuto murmured, his hold on Wakashi's head actually helping Wakashi stabilise himself. He gave Gakuto a hard suck in appreciation, trying not to focus too intensely on the knowledge that Oshitari was pushing his finger into his arse.
"I'm sure he can take it," Oshitari retorted, but his touch was careful, slow, nonetheless. It felt odd to Wakashi, but not painful. He could easily imagine that it would change if he didn't stay relaxed.
"You look really hot," Gakuto told him breathily, his voice strained enough to make Wakashi feel a little smug. He was doing this to Gakuto, he was making Gakuto tremble, making Gakuto's thighs shake as he fought to maintain control.
"Oh fuck," Gakuto moaned as Wakashi twirled his tongue around the head of Gakuto's cock, eager to test the limits of that control.
It was then that Oshitari chose to add another finger, and now it was Wakashi whose thighs shook. He moaned brokenly around Gakuto's cock, drawing in ragged breaths through his nose as he tried to adjust to the fullness.
"Just relax," Oshitari instructed him, clearly noticing that Wakashi was tensing up. He rubbed Wakashi's lower back, soothing when he fingered Wakashi deep. Deep like he might touch a woman. Wakashi had half a mind to tell him to take them the fuck out, when suddenly the tips of Oshitari's fingers nudged him in such a way that made stars explode behind his eyes.
"Oh god," he gasped, pulling back off Gakuto's cock and pressing his face to Gakuto's skin. His cock jerked and his words were muffled in the crease of Gakuto's thigh. "Oh, fuck."
Gakuto stroked his hair absently, as eager as he'd ever been. "Ready, Yuushi?"
"Nearly," Oshitari agreed, and unceremoniously added another finger. Wakashi was wondering why he wasn't splitting apart yet, groaning against Gakuto's sweaty skin as Oshitari thrust three fingers in and out of him roughly. He felt obscenely wet and open and wasn't at all sure he liked it.
"Now," Oshitari decided suddenly, and the fingers were gone and Wakashi felt strangely empty.
"My turn!" Gakuto declared.
**
Hiyoshi, Yuushi decided, was quite tolerable when he was too addled to speak: if only they could come up with a way to keep him like that. It didn't hurt that Hiyoshi and Gakuto made a very pretty picture as Gakuto slid home, Hiyoshi's expression creased in a frown as he tried to adjust while Gakuto's mouth hung open in ecstasy. It made Yuushi rather wish they had a mirror so he could see Gakuto's expression when Yuushi slid into him, fucking him while he in turn fucked Hiyoshi.
Had Yuushi possessed either the capacity or the desire to attempt reasoning, he'd have credited Atobe with a damned good idea. As it was, he had neither and the best his brain could come up with was stark admiration for how tight Gakuto always was and how prettily Gakuto writhed and how very unlikely any of them were to last very long like this.
"Fuck," Gakuto said. "Oh fuck, so fucking good."
Yuushi gripped Gakuto's hips hard, kissing the nape of his neck when he pressed closer to fuck him as slowly as he was able. It felt incredible, and Gakuto's filthy litany of curses and moans and gasps were the perfect accompaniment to his rapidly approaching release. There were no words between them now; there was nothing more than quick, shallow breathing and the sharp slap of Gakuto's thighs against Hiyoshi's bottom.
Hiyoshi came first, burying his face in the duvet and convulsing beneath Gakuto as he lost himself to the pleasure entirely. His arms seemed to have gone out from under him, and Yuushi found his hold on Gakuto had suddenly become that much more of a burden.
Gakuto, generous to a fault, raked his hands over Hiyoshi's back as he fought not to follow him so fast. Yuushi could see the bright red streaks spring up on Hiyoshi's pale skin as he sucked on Gakuto's neck. Gakuto was so close by that point that Yuushi could feel him tensing - catching his breath and tightening around him.
Hiyoshi whimpered softly, a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Yuushi was not, therefore, entirely surprised when Hiyoshi somehow found the energy to crawl forward slightly, enough to make Gakuto slip free of him the next time Gakuto thrust back against Yuushi. Gakuto keened with loss as it happened, but Yuushi knew how to distract him.
"Look Gakuto," Yuushi breathed against his ear, pulling the redhead back against himself and slipping a hand down to wrap about Gakuto's cock. "Look."
Gakuto's lashes fluttered lazily as he clearly found it much easier to keep his eyes closed. Yuushi urged him again, and it was a very glazed gaze that Gakuto slid to Yuushi and then down when Yuushi flicked his eyes to indicate where Gakuto should look.
Right before them, Hiyoshi lay with his face down and ass in the air. His hole was red and gaping and glistening with lube. He looked totally debauched and he trembled with the effort to get himself back under control. Gakuto moaned, reaching out to trail fingertips along the curve of Hiyoshi's ass before Yuushi hauled him back to push deep into him once again. Mindless, desperate, Gakuto twined both arms around Yuushi's neck, eyes rolling back when Yuushi wrapped those long, sure fingers around his dick to bring him off.
There was never anything quite so incredible as that blinding rush when Gakuto made him come. In those moments, they were so close that Yuushi could feel Gakuto's heartbeat. Could feel it against him - inside him. And there was no victory that had ever been able to rival such closeness. Yuushi had never said as much but, truthfully, he'd never imagined it was something that needed to be said.
Gakuto turned his head toward Yuushi, rubbing his cheek against Yuushi's and brushing a wet kiss against his jaw. "That was…"
"That was." Yuushi agreed. He glanced down at Hiyoshi, still sprawled before them, Gakuto's release sticky against the back of one thigh. Yuushi couldn't help a soft chuckle, "You had a target that good and still missed?"
"Shut up," Gakuto muttered, seemingly so disinclined to move that he wasn't as bothered by Yuushi's teasing as he might have pretended to be under other circumstances.
"Fuck," Hiyoshi groaned, and finally made the effort to pull himself up and roll over. He immediately made a face, looking up at them and blushing heatedly with the reality of what had transpired. He opened his mouth, but didn't seem to know what to say. Yuushi was glad for that.
"We'll talk later," Yuushi told him, letting Gakuto go finally and wincing when he slipped free of Gakuto's body.
Gakuto hissed a little despite Yuushi's care, then crawled forward to collapse next to Hiyoshi, throwing an arm across him, "Stay with me. Yuushi can clean up."
"Yuushi can, can he?" Yuushi echoed.
"I'm not sure I can stay like this anyway," Hiyoshi ventured, though he didn't quite seem to have the heart to pull free of Gakuto.
"Tough," Gakuto muttered, tightening his hold.
"Because you say so?" Hiyoshi asked.
"Get used to it," Gakuto murmured, burrowing closer.
Yuushi tore himself away to go and fetch a washcloth and attempt damage limitation on Atobe's sheets, but he couldn't help reflecting on Gakuto's choice of words to Hiyoshi: Get used to it, indeed. He had little doubt that Hiyoshi would adjust in due time. Given his own rather impromptu surrender, Yuushi knew that he wouldn't mind the wait. He imagined that the entertainment such adjustment might offer was all that Yuushi deserved. And then some.
~ The End ~
Act Two
Yuushi was wondering what the hell was going on, and he didn't like it. The confusion he'd felt the previous day when he and Atobe had been discussing Hiyoshi in that secret language only Atobe understood had been bad enough, but today he was failing to understand everyone. Only Taki, Jiroh and Kabaji were acting normally, and that really didn't speak well for Yuushi's continued sanity. He hadn't even seen Gakuto since he'd abandoned Yuushi the moment Hiyoshi arrived for breakfast.
Yuushi had made some progress in narrowing the cause of the discontent down, but since he'd narrowed it down to Atobe it wasn't terribly helpful. Atobe was never the sort to confide about the things he'd done.
"Jiroh," Yuushi tried, poking the other boy in the side.
Jiroh had been Yuushi's only constant companion all morning. Everyone else had come and gone from the kitchen with varying degrees of weird behaviour. Atobe had been carrying himself with an air of constant amusement, Shishido and Ootori had both seemed mildly flustered around him, Hiyoshi had spent the whole morning staring at the floor, and Gakuto… well Gakuto seemed unable to face either Atobe or Hiyoshi. Though Yuushi couldn't imagine how Jiroh might help, since he'd been asleep all morning, he was ready to at least try asking him.
"What?" Jiroh asked, incredibly sleep slurred.
Yuushi's hope abandoned him and he sighed, "Never mind."
"Why don't you just ask one of them?" Taki enquired. He was perched on the counter eating an apple.
"Sorry?" Yuushi glanced up with a frown.
"I forgive you," Taki said, smirking. "I said, why don't you just ask one of them? You want to know why everyone has their knickers in a twist, right?"
"And you don’t?" Yuushi challenged him. He actually already had an idea - he was smart enough to suspect that Atobe and Hiyoshi had been caught up to something in the showers - but what Yuushi didn't get was why Gakuto was bothered about anything.
Taki shrugged, "Not my boyfriend in the middle of it all."
"Shishido seems pretty in the middle of it," Yuushi pointed out, unable to resist the jibe given Taki's continued hostility to Shishido.
"Screw you," Taki retorted.
They were interrupted before they got further by Jiroh yawning and straightening up. He looked very bleary eyed as he ran a hand through his hair, "What time's it?"
"Nearly lunch," Taki told him. "Atobe wants to start practice after."
"Oh good, I'm hungry," Jiroh said, grinning. "Where is Atobe?"
"Still being smug somewhere I imagine." Yuushi couldn't quite keep the grouch out of his voice.
"About Hiyoshi-kun?" Jiroh asked, stretching.
Yuushi blinked and it was Taki who said, "What about Hiyoshi?"
"Mukahi caught him going down on Atobe," Jiroh told them matter-of-factly, sliding off the stool he'd been perched upon whilst he slumped over the table asleep.
Both Taki and Yuushi blinked and exchanged glances.
"Thanks for that," Atobe broke in dryly. He entered the kitchen followed by the hulking shadow of Kabaji.
"No problem, Atobe!" Jiroh called back as he opened the fridge, clearly not the least bit cowed.
"We are meant to be having lunch served to us," Atobe observed, "in the dining room shortly."
"Just getting a snack," Jiroh assured him.
Atobe looked longsuffering but said nothing further, only then turning to take in Yuushi and Taki's expressions as they stared at him. Yuushi, in particular, was trying to puzzle out how this development slotted into Atobe's cryptic comments of the previous day. Was Atobe trying to distract Hiyoshi for him?
"Do I have something on my face?" Atobe enquired mildly.
Taki's expression shifted, one eyebrow lifting as if to say, 'Seriously?'
Yuushi rolled his eyes, "Have you seen Gakuto?"
"Not recently," Atobe said. "Right Kabaji?"
"Right," Kabaji agreed.
Yuushi sighed, decided he wasn't likely to get any answers, and got up, "I'll be back in time for lunch."
"Of course," Atobe agreed. Yuushi pretended not to hear the rest of what Atobe said: "Missing boyfriends, pesky things. Never know who they'll be with."
**
Gakuto was not a happy bunny. He'd spent an entirely enjoyable night with Yuushi, so he knew he should have been on top of the world. Yuushi had even managed not to say anything particularly irritating to him in front of inappropriate company. Yet somehow, despite the potentially idyllic situation he found himself in, Gakuto was restless and irritable.
"It's your own fault," Shishido told him unhelpfully. He was sat lounging on the couch in the sitting room, his feet in Ootori's lap, while Gakuto occupied the window seat pensively. "You should've turned back."
"Shut up," Gakuto retorted uncharitably, folding his arms across his chest.
"He's only trying to help, Mukahi-san," Ootori objected. What he didn't say aloud was, 'and he is right'.
"Well he's not," Gakuto shot back.
Shishido sighed, "What's even bothering you about it anyway?"
Gakuto didn't reply right away because he didn't know and he had even less of a clue what to say on the subject. He thought back to that moment when Atobe had looked at him smugly and Hiyoshi had looked at him in horror. Neither of those reactions was terribly inappropriate when one was caught out, but somehow Gakuto had chosen to be bothered instead of smug and able to lord it over Hiyoshi. Eventually Gakuto was forced to admit softly, "I don't know."
"You don't have a thing for Atobe, do you?" Shishido asked, suspiciously. "That would be really lame."
Gakuto rolled his eyes. "You mean like you didn't used to?"
"That was years ago!" Shishido protested, and Gakuto wasn't looking so he wasn't sure if it was directed more toward himself or Ootori.
Ootori didn't seem remotely bothered by the situation as he asked, tentatively, "Is that a yes, Mukahi-san?"
"What?" Gakuto asked in honest surprise, turning to look then. It took him a moment to review the conversation and gauge what it was he was replying to. "No! No, I don't like Atobe."
"Not Hiyoshi?" Shishido asked in disbelief.
"No!" Gakuto snapped, but something inside him, some sharp feeling at the memory of Hiyoshi's face upon being caught made Gakuto question if he wasn't lying this time. He couldn't possibly like one of the lowerclassmen could he? He who had Oshitari Yuushi? Yet, he reminded himself, Yuushi could be an idiot on occasion and Hiyoshi had noticed and cared… But now he was with Atobe?
"Sure about that?" Shishido challenged. Ootori was simply watching Gakuto, his expression uncomfortably intuitive as Gakuto shifted restlessly before his gaze.
"Yes," Gakuto retorted, with more certainty that he felt.
"What happened at breakfast then, Mukahi-san?" Ootori asked, gently, and Gakuto immediately wished Ootori had just remained silent. Gakuto had no idea what had happened at breakfast. He'd come down with Yuushi and then Hiyoshi had been there helping himself to pancakes unexpectedly. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Hiyoshi had looked at him with that guilty expression - as if he, too, thought that events should somehow matter to Gakuto - and he'd gone to say Gakuto's name, and so Gakuto had bailed. Shishido and Ootori had found him a little while later, but Gakuto hadn't really known what to say to them.
"It was just awkward," Gakuto knew he sounded defensive, but he couldn't help it.
"Imagine how Hiyoshi feels," Ootori pointed out.
"Or you could just ask him," Shishido suggested. "Don't eavesdrop, Hiyoshi, it's lame."
Gakuto froze, very hesitantly following Shishido's gaze to see Hiyoshi standing in the doorway. Hiyoshi looked oddly calm compared to how he had earlier, and it was probably that more than anything else which fired up Gakuto's urge to flee. Gakuto swallowed it down though and instead simply bit out, "Hey."
"Can I speak to you, Mukahi-senpai?" Hiyoshi asked, quietly. Shishido was watching with undisguised curiosity while Ootori attempted to feign disinterest, as though it would somehow generate privacy where none existed.
"Sure," Gakuto muttered, half shrugging his shoulder as he tried for nonchalance. He wasn't sure he succeeded. In his chest, his heart was inexplicably thundering and he couldn't look at Hiyoshi without imagining him naked and on his knees with his lips all swollen and red. Gakuto blushed and cleared his throat unnecessarily at the mental image.
"In private?" Hiyoshi asked, still not awkward but finally exhibiting the first flush of embarrassment if you peered closely. Gakuto didn't like to admit quite how closely he was paying attention, he knew it wasn't right.
It was against his better judgement, but Gakuto nodded anyway.
**
Wakashi could feel a tic developing in his jaw as he resisted the urge to look at Shishido and Ootori. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Shishido was studying both of them, but it was Ootori who was worse because he had that damned perceptive air. So long as Wakashi avoided Ootori's understanding gaze, he could continue to pretend that the entire team didn't know precisely why he was so mortified at Gakuto seeing him.
When Gakuto finally nodded, the relief was enough to make Wakashi's legs turn to jelly. He backed from the room with an odd sort of stumble, almost unwilling to turn away for fear that Gakuto would change his mind and bolt while Wakashi wasn't looking. It was utterly humiliating that Gakuto seemed to believe Wakashi had so degraded himself that he was going to avoid him.
Gakuto, for a moment, looked as though he would do exactly as Wakashi dreaded, hesitating, biting his lip and glancing about for an escape route. But then Gakuto frowned and straightened up and moved decidedly after Wakashi instead, raising his chin in a gesture that almost seemed defiant.
Wakashi cast a brief glance at Shishido and Ootori, took in Shishido's smirk and Ootori's considering expression, and decided he'd rather not know. He turned on his heel and led the way through the house onto a balcony near the dining room. Wakashi was purposely avoiding the kitchen as he was fairly sure Atobe was still in there, and Oshitari, too. The number of people Wakashi actually wouldn't mind seeing, he reflected, was pretty damn slim.
Gakuto came to a halt near the doorway, folding his arms across his chest and watching Wakashi expectantly as he leant against the wall. He seemed irritable and impatient and it set Wakashi off balance.
"What?" Wakashi heard himself ask before he thought any better of it.
Gakuto gave him a look like he was a moron, and he abruptly felt considerably like he was a moron when the penny dropped. Enunciating clearly, as though for a slow child, Gakuto said, "You asked me out here to talk…"
"I know!" Wakashi snapped, embarrassed.
Gakuto blinked, straightening back up as irritation gripped him. "I can go back in."
"No!" Wakashi said quickly. "Sorry."
"Whatever," Gakuto retorted, relaxing against the wall again but keeping his arms folded across his chest. "Just get on with it."
"Look, I-" Wakashi began, and then he heard Atobe's voice in his head again. 'Pussy.' It made him freeze and stare at Gakuto as the other boy stood before him. It made him really see Gakuto: Gakuto who was suddenly paying attention to him; Gakuto who looked awkward, even as he tried to look like he couldn't care less; Gakuto who'd clearly been bothered by seeing him with Atobe.
"I'm going," Gakuto huffed when Wakashi said nothing, stepping away from the wall and beginning to turn.
Wakashi didn't call out this time, he just stepped forward and grabbed hold of Gakuto's tense shoulder's. He caught the way Gakuto's eyes widened, but he refused to second guess himself on this. If he could seize and kiss Atobe whilst the captain was naked, he could damn well do the same thing to Gakuto whilst he was fully dressed. And hell, he was sure he'd improved with his experience with Atobe.
"Mmph," Gakuto said into the kiss, a noise that seemed more born of surprise than anything as he relaxed in Wakashi's grip slowly. All Wakashi had hoped for was that Gakuto wouldn't run, Gakuto took him entirely by surprise when he began to reciprocate.
It was a totally different kiss than Wakashi had shared with Atobe. Atobe had been all aggression and point proving. It had held a passion fuelled by need and anger and everything base. With Gakuto it was careful and tentative, because Wakashi had been so unsure how he'd be received and because it mattered. It was slow, and it held meaning as Wakashi tried to convey that this, unlike Atobe, actually meant something. Wakashi wanted Gakuto to know that he was sorry, even if Gakuto didn't know what for, and he wanted to make Gakuto keep looking at him the way he'd started to at the end of the match the previous day.
In a jolting, unexpected movement, Gakuto unfolded his arms and moved them around Wakashi, inviting Wakashi to deepen the kiss as he backed into the wall again. Wakashi wasn't sure how, but he felt as though Gakuto had entirely taken control of the situation without taking any control at all. It made him feel light headed and giddy, the butterflies in his stomach going into overdrive.
Gakuto's response was better than anything he could have hoped for.
**
From where he was standing in the dining room, Yuushi had an excellent view of his boyfriend making out with Hiyoshi. He also had an excellent view when they broke apart. He could see that they were both flustered and that, though Gakuto excused himself quickly, it was only after a glancing kiss across Hiyoshi's cheek, a kiss that made it entirely unlikely Gakuto was in the throes of regret over his cheating ways.
Less clear to Yuushi was how he felt about the development. He'd expected to be angry, very angry, and very hurt, and yet he didn't seem to be. He had no idea what he was thinking, except that the possibility of losing Gakuto suddenly loomed in his head in an ominous and horrifying way, and his smug certainty of Gakuto's affection seemed utterly laughable. He was torn between laughing and crying, but he refused to do either. He determined that he was going to take action before it was too late, and strode forward onto the balcony where Hiyoshi remained.
The way in which Hiyoshi's eyes widened in horror would have been comical to Yuushi if his heart hadn't been twisting horribly in his chest. It seemed wrong that it was still quite so bright and sunny outside as he said quietly, "I think we need to talk."
"Oshitari, I-" Hiyoshi began to stutter out, backing up toward the balcony edge. Yuushi watched him warily, half worried Hiyoshi was going to drive himself over the railing in his panic. It would just be Yuushi's luck to need to rescue Hiyoshi after what he'd just seen.
"Be quiet," he snapped, making Hiyoshi freeze in place. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Oh," Hiyoshi said intelligently, and apparently stalled at that point.
Yuushi sighed, feeling a migraine coming on. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to work out what on earth he'd thought he was going to say when he began the conversation. It had been something that would allow him to keep Gakuto without ever giving Gakuto opportunity to leave him; that was all he recollected.
Hiyoshi, in the face of Yuushi's silent distress, apparently rallied enough to try and shove the boot in, "You don't deserve him."
"I might change my mind about hurting you," Yuushi muttered, not putting his glasses back on just yet. He hated that he sounded tired.
"You could try," Hiyoshi agreed, his voice gaining confidence, "but I'm the martial artist here."
Yuushi didn't reply immediately, then he snorted. It was inelegant, but something he couldn't help. "Touché."
Hiyoshi laughed after a moment, the sharp, short, slightly hysterical sort of sound that Yuushi was close to emitting himself. It made Yuushi glance up curiously, sliding his glasses back onto his nose. Hiyoshi shrugged his shoulder, explaining in response to Yuushi's unspoken question, "It's just… a bit like déjà vu. You saying we need to talk and then not - I did the same to Mukahi before."
"And then you kissed him," Yuushi broke in, a hint of steel finally inflecting his tone. "Am I supposed to do that now?"
Hiyoshi almost audibly gulped, his laughter dying away as suddenly as it had materialised. He simply stared at Yuushi, as though unable to determine if Yuushi had been serious.
"I'm not letting you have him," Yuushi finally said, making absolutely no move toward Hiyoshi that might be misconstrued in anyway. He hadn't been serious.
"Don't you think it's his choice?" Hiyoshi asked, growing angry on Gakuto's behalf.
"No," Yuushi said shortly. He wasn't giving Gakuto any choice, not if Gakuto might not choose him.
"He doesn't belong to you!" Hiyoshi protested, clearly growing agitated by Yuushi's calm certainty.
"No," Yuushi agreed, which seemed to go some marginal way toward placating Hiyoshi. Yuushi wasn't interested in placating Hiyoshi though, so he looked Hiyoshi in the eye and told him straight, "You have no idea what we are to each other."
Yuushi smiled then, casual once more when he brushed the hair away from his forehead. "You're out of your league, Hiyoshi-kun. Don't think I'll give him up so easily."
Hiyoshi's jaw dropped and Yuushi turned to go back inside.
"You actually really care about him, don't you?" Hiyoshi asked Yuushi's back in disbelief.
Yuushi didn't wait around to argue about it; it really was none of Hiyoshi's business.
**
By the time practice was drawing to a close that afternoon, Gakuto had become certain Atobe was abusing his insight in order to make Gakuto's life somewhere akin to hell. For his own match he'd faced Atobe, which had hardly lasted any time at all. Gakuto didn't feel ashamed that he could be beaten so easily by someone with Atobe's skill either; he'd long resigned himself to it. The problem was that Atobe had also set Hiyoshi and Yuushi against each other, the result of which was really a foregone conclusion and yet now Gakuto had to sit watching them on top of being hideously conflicted about the events just prior to lunch.
Lunch… God, lunch had been awkward. Gakuto hadn't known whether to look at Hiyoshi or Yuushi or both or neither. He'd felt ridiculously confused, to the degree where he hadn't really paid any mind to how anyone else was acting. Gakuto was uncertain how to proceed now. Yuushi was still everything he wanted, that hadn't changed, but Hiyoshi's care and Hiyoshi's kiss had thrown him for a loop. Watching the two of them go at it over the net was strangely terrifying and exciting. He was able to imagine they were fighting for him in a warped, romantic sort of way, even though Yuushi had no idea.
Hiyoshi kept glancing over at him between serves, which made Gakuto's stomach knot up. He almost wanted Hiyoshi to win, just so he could see how things would turn out. Hiyoshi was certainly making Yuushi strain for his win, the same way he'd made Atobe work for it the previous day. It was like an all new Hiyoshi had arrived on their break ready to mow his way straight to the top, and that excited Gakuto.
One look at Yuushi's expression told him that Hiyoshi would never manage it though. Yuushi was serious today, uncharacteristically so, and he blazed over the court with the same total determination that Hiyoshi had. Yuushi didn't keep glancing to Gakuto, he was focused on the game, but he took Gakuto's breath away all the more for that fact.
When the game ended, it ended to total silence despite the way many of the regulars had gravitated toward the court to watch after their own matches had finished. Yuushi had ended it with his signature move, Higuma Otoshi, his glasses glinting in the bright sunlight.
Gakuto saw Hiyoshi look to him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't turn and quashed the fleeting disappointment within him that Hiyoshi had not done better. Instead Gakuto went straight to Yuushi as Yuushi left the court, drawn to the calm power that Yuushi was radiating as he walked away from his victory.
Yuushi took hold of Gakuto's hand the moment he was near, pulling him along as he walked away from the court, "Come with me."
"Yuushi?" Gakuto asked, bemused. He'd been expecting Yuushi to begin bragging about his win straight away, to be being smug, not to be leading him off with a strange quiet seriousness. "Where are we going?"
Yuushi didn't reply, which didn't reassure Gakuto at all.
Attempting to bring levity to the situation as he hurried to keep up with Yuushi's longer strides, Gakuto asked, "You're not taking me off to kill me, are you?"
"I haven't decided yet," Yuushi said, and his tone sent a chill down Gakuto's spine.
Glancing back over his shoulder, Gakuto realised they'd left the rest of the team - probably as bemused as Gakuto felt - well behind them as they headed off to wherever Yuushi was leading him. He told himself to relax and have faith in Yuushi's familiarity with Atobe's estate, but he wasn't entirely comforted by the way they were headed away from Atobe's house.
"Yuushi?" Gakuto tried again.
"Shush," Yuushi hushed him, coming to a halt and turning back to Gakuto as he tossed the racket he was still holding onto the nearby lawn. There were trees all around them by this point, Yuushi having led him far out into the gardens. Gakuto felt strangely vulnerable, especially given the look that Yuushi turned on him; he wasn't sure he'd ever seen Yuushi looking at him so intensely.
"Yuu-" Gakuto began to say, but Yuushi held a finger to his lips to stop him and he cut himself off mid-flow. In his confusion, Gakuto was beginning to get irritated, narrowing his gaze on Yuushi. Had Yuushi not still been holding his hand, he would've folded his arms across his chest defensively.
"Thank you," Yuushi said softly and released his hand, but before Gakuto could move Yuushi cupped his face gently.
Gakuto's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed roughly. He wanted to say Yuushi's name again, but he didn't. He waited as Yuushi leaned in and kissed him gently, with even more affection and tenderness than the unexpected kiss Yuushi had bestowed on him in the kitchen the previous day. He found himself melting against Yuushi, returning the kiss as it rapidly deepened. Yuushi had always brought out the passion in Gakuto, and this was no different as he found himself clinging to Yuushi breathlessly.
The last thing that Gakuto's befuddled brain expected to hear when they parted was Yuushi's voice softly in his ear, "I saw you and Hiyoshi."
**
Keigo watched from his window as Gakuto ascended the steps outside. The redhead took one look at Hiyoshi, who'd been waiting for him since emerging from his shower, and ran into the house. Keigo sighed and popped one of the little white painkillers into his mouth, washing it down with a mouthful of water. He wasn't going to wait for the headache to set in. Irked, he turned back to Oshitari, who had returned a half hour ago and joined Atobe immediately after he'd showered and changed. "You're making him choose then?"
"I told him I was sorry and we'd forget it ever happened," Oshitari retorted. He was lounging on the couch in Keigo's room, doing a very good job of very visibly feeling sorry for himself.
"You don't think you're being a little melodramatic?" Keigo tried, looking back at Oshitari.
"Rich coming from you," Oshitari muttered.
"This isn't one of your romance novels," Keigo snapped in irritation. "You're a teenager, it's hardly like you were married."
"And what would you have me do?" Oshitari asked, his tone holding just as much irritation. "You wouldn't take being cheated on!"
"I'd have made it clear to my boyfriend that we were in a relationship," Keigo remarked dryly, getting his temper back under control.
"You're saying this is my fault?" Oshitari managed to sound indignant, despite the fact that Keigo knew Oshitari was already blaming himself to some degree. Oshitari had had something of a reality check in the past twenty-four hours.
"I'm saying Hiyoshi has a talented mouth and you should see the bigger picture," Keigo retorted, smirking to himself at the memory. Hiyoshi had been a lot more talented than Keigo had been expecting.
"You did not just suggest a threesome with Hiyoshi Wakashi to me," Oshitari denied.
"No I didn't, you got to that on your own," Keigo agreed, feeling quite smug. Maybe the painkillers had been unnecessary - this was really rather fun.
"You're a bastard, Keigo," Oshitari told him, though it lacked any bite.
"No, Yuushi," Keigo disagreed, embracing the informality that this discussion seemed to need. "I just manage to remember that you're a horny teenager, not the star of a Mills and Boon novel."
"Just fuck them both?" Oshitari asked, his voice light with the hilarity of the idea.
Keigo nodded. It certainly seemed the most rational option to him; some people just got far too wound up about sex. "I suspect the rest will just sort of… fall into place. Gakuto's hardly going to complain over getting both of you."
"If I have to put up with him lecturing me on how I treat Gakuto…" Oshitari trailed off ominously.
"Put down some ground rules," Keigo retorted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Oshitari finally looked suspicious, "Why are you talking about this like it's normal?"
"You're reading into things too much," Keigo put him off, then yawned to add emphasis to the closed nature of the topic. "Now get out, I want some me time."
"Your entire life is you time," Oshitari grumbled, but he stood up and stretched.
Keigo simply smirked. Of course it was, that was precisely the way it should be, too.
Oshitari rolled his eyes and headed for the door, tone sincere despite his mocking, "Thanks, Captain."
Keigo just waved him away, "Be gone." He was just glad he might have managed to prevent the looming nightmare into which their vacation could've descended.
**
Gakuto had ultimately taken refuge in his and Yuushi's room in order to avoid everyone else. He didn't know what to say or think or anything. Hiyoshi had been waiting for him outside and Gakuto had just run straight past him with a sobbed announcement that 'he knows', which seemed to have been enough to freeze the younger boy in his tracks. Gakuto had avoided the lounge, too, since everyone was in there except Atobe and Yuushi. His bedroom had been the safest bet for avoiding people, and yet now he was in there he felt trapped and unsure what to do because it was too quiet and he just kept thinking.
"Fucking hell," he breathed, pacing between the bed and the window. A glance at the clock told him barely any time had passed compared to how it felt - perhaps half an hour when it felt like he'd been staring at the walls for hours. "Get a grip."
It wasn't even like the situation was that bad. Yuushi had seen, sure, but Yuushi was willing to forget it. More than that, Yuushi had apologised for taking Gakuto for granted. If Gakuto hadn't been so appalled that Yuushi knew about Hiyoshi, he'd have been over the moon to hear such words from Yuushi's lips.
So why was he still antsy? He wasn't sure, but he suspected it was because it all seemed too easy some how. Yuushi should've been more mad, or something. And what about Hiyoshi? He'd looked so sad and desperate on the steps outside, and while Gakuto didn't generally do desperate, it was kind of cute. But Yuushi had said…
"Crap," Gakuto declared, flopping on the bed with a great sigh. "Crap. Crap. Crap."
"Nice to see you're in such good spirits," Yuushi observed from the doorway, Gakuto's dramatics having masked the sound of the door opening.
"Yuushi…" Gakuto began softly, pulling himself upright and trailing off when he realised he didn't actually know what he wanted to say. Yuushi seemed suddenly much more relaxed than he had been when he'd left Gakuto in the grounds, and Gakuto wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
"I brought you a visitor," Yuushi told him, before Gakuto's thoughts could go any further.
Gakuto could only blink as Yuushi came inside fully, stepping to one side and ushering Hiyoshi in behind him.
"What's going on?" Gakuto asked. Hiyoshi didn't look as calm as Yuushi, but he didn't appear terrified any longer and Gakuto didn't know how to interpret that. The fact that Hiyoshi was in one piece boded well, he supposed.
"Hiyoshi-kun and I had a little talk," Yuushi explained, closing the door behind Hiyoshi and turning the key in the lock. Gakuto found his heart hammering in his chest, a lump in his throat obstructing any words he might have said. He had an inkling as to what was happening, but he didn't want to hope too strongly.
"We think you'll like the solution we reached," Hiyoshi offered, and the shy smile on his face did strange things to Gakuto's stomach. Gakuto could almost see the way Hiyoshi was adjusting to whatever he and Yuushi had conspired over.
Yuushi turned to Hiyoshi then, "Enough talking, I think."
Hiyoshi's cheeks took on a slight red hue then and he sounded a bit apprehensive when he glanced to Yuushi and his smile faded, "All right."
Gakuto's jaw literally dropped as he watched Yuushi work his magic on Hiyoshi, cupping Hiyoshi's face and kissing him passionately. It wasn't the type of kiss Yuushi ever bestowed on Gakuto, Gakuto could tell that much. This was Yuushi showing Hiyoshi who was in charge, and Hiyoshi was going to pieces even more quickly than Gakuto tended to. It made Gakuto wonder how quickly he'd be able to melt Hiyoshi given the chance - he didn't consider that their last kiss counted.
"You're serious?" Gakuto breathed, slightly disbelieving of what he was witnessing.
"Mmm, quite serious," Yuushi confirmed as he broke the kiss, smirking as Hiyoshi swayed on his feet a moment. "Perhaps you should go and sit with Gakuto."
A frown creased Hiyoshi's forehead momentarily, as if he knew Yuushi was laughing at him a little, but then he seemed to realise the opening he'd been offered and he wasted no time in joining Gakuto on the bed. What Gakuto was not expecting was for Hiyoshi to take his hand tentatively and check, "Is this ok?"
Gakuto flicked a quick glance to Yuushi, noting his partner seemed immensely amused by Hiyoshi's move, and decided he'd better clarify matters. Hiyoshi, it seemed, was under the mistaken impression that Gakuto needed gentling, and Gakuto wasn't having it.
"Not yet," Gakuto told Hiyoshi, who immediately looked worried. Gakuto didn't give him time to digest it though, using his free hand to push Hiyoshi down on the bed with a smirk. "Shuffle up."
Behind him, Gakuto heard Yuushi chuckle softly. Before him, Hiyoshi's eyes widened and he did as he was bidden, levering himself further onto the bed with his elbows and watching Gakuto warily. He'd clearly not expected the tables to be turned and Gakuto was delighted by it.
Casting one last look back at Yuushi and smirking wickedly, Gakuto moved over Hiyoshi so he was straddling his hips and leaning down over him so his lips were whispering against Hiyoshi's own, "This is much better."
Hiyoshi swallowed roughly, audibly, and that merely entertained Gakuto further. Hiyoshi was embarrassed, though he was obviously struggling to reaffirm his grip on the situation.
"The view isn't bad either," Yuushi purred, and the bed dipped as he joined them. "Perhaps you should give Hiyoshi-kun something to do with his mouth, Gakuto?"
"Perhaps," Gakuto agreed, leaning down to kiss Hiyoshi.
**
Wakashi felt lost. All he seemed to know was Gakuto and Oshitari, and Gakuto's tongue moving slickly against his own was sure to drive him to distraction. Needing to anchor himself, he moved his hands to Gakuto's waist; it did nothing to help him, and he couldn't even smother his moan as Gakuto rocked his pert little ass against Wakashi's trapped erection.
"You're killing me," he protested, though it was no protest at all. He was still half certain that this was all a dream and he'd wake up soon, alone and embarrassed in his bed on the opposite side of the mansion.
Oshitari's laugh was as wicked as Gakuto's smirk, his voice a velvet promise as he spoke, "Trust me, we haven't even started yet. How do you want him, Gakuto?"
There was something about being spoken of as though he had no choice in the matter that managed to be exciting to Wakashi. He tried to tell himself to be irked, to object, to show some dignity, but looking up at the wanton creature over him, he couldn't even remember how to speak.
"I want him on his hands and knees," Gakuto purred, lowering his head to whisper against Wakashi's ear, "First I want his mouth, then I want his ass."
Wakashi drew in a shivery breath, not pausing to question this unexpected turn of events. He had been expecting that it would be Gakuto bottoming, but he wasn't about to quibble. The one thing Gakuto's announcement did do was make him nervous enough to climb out of the stupor into which he'd sunk. He used that edge to get a grip on himself and assert some confidence as he stared up at Gakuto, "Guess you better let me up then."
Gakuto raised an eyebrow, the laughter in his eyes doubting and baiting Wakashi. Gakuto did slip smoothly sideways though, settling beside Wakashi with his legs curled under him as he slowly peeled off his tee.
For a moment, Wakashi just stared. Gakuto had utterly no shame as he revealed himself, rapidly moving to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts.
"Aren't you meant to be moving, Hiyoshi-kun?" Oshitari asked, drawing Wakashi's gaze down the bed. Oshitari was still wearing his glasses, but he'd stripped of everything else except his boxer shorts as he sat watching them. In fact, Oshitari had the distinct air of someone who was waiting for something, and it only took Wakashi a moment to spot the tube that Oshitari was holding and realise what.
"You're rather overdressed, too," Gakuto added, and by this time he was kneeling beside Wakashi naked, leaving Wakashi feeling disorientated again. He didn't have experience with this and he didn't like being out of control - he knew how to deal with a hand job or a blow job in the showers, but fucking in a bed was a whole new ball game - yet the sight of Gakuto waiting for him, hard for him, helped to refocus his mind.
Twisting onto his hands and knees, Wakashi quickly divested himself of his clothes, embracing the shamelessness that took him as he positioned himself between them. If anyone had told him just hours ago that he'd soon find himself naked between Oshitari Yuushi and Mukahi Gakuto, Wakashi would've thought they were insane. Now though… Wakashi only hoped he didn't embarrass himself.
"Good boy," Oshitari praised, stroking his hands over the curve of Wakashi's arse and spreading him wide. Even Oshitari's condescending tone was not enough to put Wakashi off the task at hand, however, and he swallowed his embarrassment as he leaned forward and took the head of Gakuto's needy cock into his mouth.
"Oh," Gakuto sighed, threading his fingers through Wakashi's hair and letting his eyes flutter shut. Wakashi refused to mimic the move, wanting to watch Gakuto's face instead as he sucked and licked and teased. He raised one hand to Gakuto's hip to help brace himself.
"Mmm," Wakashi found himself humming around Gakuto's cock, shuddering at the surprising quickness of Oshitari's fingers along the crack of his ass. He was very much using Gakuto to distract himself from what was coming, from the cold, slick digit that Oshitari suddenly pushed into him, making him sway forward and almost gag on Gakuto's cock.
"Slow, Yuushi," Gakuto murmured, his hold on Wakashi's head actually helping Wakashi stabilise himself. He gave Gakuto a hard suck in appreciation, trying not to focus too intensely on the knowledge that Oshitari was pushing his finger into his arse.
"I'm sure he can take it," Oshitari retorted, but his touch was careful, slow, nonetheless. It felt odd to Wakashi, but not painful. He could easily imagine that it would change if he didn't stay relaxed.
"You look really hot," Gakuto told him breathily, his voice strained enough to make Wakashi feel a little smug. He was doing this to Gakuto, he was making Gakuto tremble, making Gakuto's thighs shake as he fought to maintain control.
"Oh fuck," Gakuto moaned as Wakashi twirled his tongue around the head of Gakuto's cock, eager to test the limits of that control.
It was then that Oshitari chose to add another finger, and now it was Wakashi whose thighs shook. He moaned brokenly around Gakuto's cock, drawing in ragged breaths through his nose as he tried to adjust to the fullness.
"Just relax," Oshitari instructed him, clearly noticing that Wakashi was tensing up. He rubbed Wakashi's lower back, soothing when he fingered Wakashi deep. Deep like he might touch a woman. Wakashi had half a mind to tell him to take them the fuck out, when suddenly the tips of Oshitari's fingers nudged him in such a way that made stars explode behind his eyes.
"Oh god," he gasped, pulling back off Gakuto's cock and pressing his face to Gakuto's skin. His cock jerked and his words were muffled in the crease of Gakuto's thigh. "Oh, fuck."
Gakuto stroked his hair absently, as eager as he'd ever been. "Ready, Yuushi?"
"Nearly," Oshitari agreed, and unceremoniously added another finger. Wakashi was wondering why he wasn't splitting apart yet, groaning against Gakuto's sweaty skin as Oshitari thrust three fingers in and out of him roughly. He felt obscenely wet and open and wasn't at all sure he liked it.
"Now," Oshitari decided suddenly, and the fingers were gone and Wakashi felt strangely empty.
"My turn!" Gakuto declared.
**
Hiyoshi, Yuushi decided, was quite tolerable when he was too addled to speak: if only they could come up with a way to keep him like that. It didn't hurt that Hiyoshi and Gakuto made a very pretty picture as Gakuto slid home, Hiyoshi's expression creased in a frown as he tried to adjust while Gakuto's mouth hung open in ecstasy. It made Yuushi rather wish they had a mirror so he could see Gakuto's expression when Yuushi slid into him, fucking him while he in turn fucked Hiyoshi.
Had Yuushi possessed either the capacity or the desire to attempt reasoning, he'd have credited Atobe with a damned good idea. As it was, he had neither and the best his brain could come up with was stark admiration for how tight Gakuto always was and how prettily Gakuto writhed and how very unlikely any of them were to last very long like this.
"Fuck," Gakuto said. "Oh fuck, so fucking good."
Yuushi gripped Gakuto's hips hard, kissing the nape of his neck when he pressed closer to fuck him as slowly as he was able. It felt incredible, and Gakuto's filthy litany of curses and moans and gasps were the perfect accompaniment to his rapidly approaching release. There were no words between them now; there was nothing more than quick, shallow breathing and the sharp slap of Gakuto's thighs against Hiyoshi's bottom.
Hiyoshi came first, burying his face in the duvet and convulsing beneath Gakuto as he lost himself to the pleasure entirely. His arms seemed to have gone out from under him, and Yuushi found his hold on Gakuto had suddenly become that much more of a burden.
Gakuto, generous to a fault, raked his hands over Hiyoshi's back as he fought not to follow him so fast. Yuushi could see the bright red streaks spring up on Hiyoshi's pale skin as he sucked on Gakuto's neck. Gakuto was so close by that point that Yuushi could feel him tensing - catching his breath and tightening around him.
Hiyoshi whimpered softly, a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Yuushi was not, therefore, entirely surprised when Hiyoshi somehow found the energy to crawl forward slightly, enough to make Gakuto slip free of him the next time Gakuto thrust back against Yuushi. Gakuto keened with loss as it happened, but Yuushi knew how to distract him.
"Look Gakuto," Yuushi breathed against his ear, pulling the redhead back against himself and slipping a hand down to wrap about Gakuto's cock. "Look."
Gakuto's lashes fluttered lazily as he clearly found it much easier to keep his eyes closed. Yuushi urged him again, and it was a very glazed gaze that Gakuto slid to Yuushi and then down when Yuushi flicked his eyes to indicate where Gakuto should look.
Right before them, Hiyoshi lay with his face down and ass in the air. His hole was red and gaping and glistening with lube. He looked totally debauched and he trembled with the effort to get himself back under control. Gakuto moaned, reaching out to trail fingertips along the curve of Hiyoshi's ass before Yuushi hauled him back to push deep into him once again. Mindless, desperate, Gakuto twined both arms around Yuushi's neck, eyes rolling back when Yuushi wrapped those long, sure fingers around his dick to bring him off.
There was never anything quite so incredible as that blinding rush when Gakuto made him come. In those moments, they were so close that Yuushi could feel Gakuto's heartbeat. Could feel it against him - inside him. And there was no victory that had ever been able to rival such closeness. Yuushi had never said as much but, truthfully, he'd never imagined it was something that needed to be said.
Gakuto turned his head toward Yuushi, rubbing his cheek against Yuushi's and brushing a wet kiss against his jaw. "That was…"
"That was." Yuushi agreed. He glanced down at Hiyoshi, still sprawled before them, Gakuto's release sticky against the back of one thigh. Yuushi couldn't help a soft chuckle, "You had a target that good and still missed?"
"Shut up," Gakuto muttered, seemingly so disinclined to move that he wasn't as bothered by Yuushi's teasing as he might have pretended to be under other circumstances.
"Fuck," Hiyoshi groaned, and finally made the effort to pull himself up and roll over. He immediately made a face, looking up at them and blushing heatedly with the reality of what had transpired. He opened his mouth, but didn't seem to know what to say. Yuushi was glad for that.
"We'll talk later," Yuushi told him, letting Gakuto go finally and wincing when he slipped free of Gakuto's body.
Gakuto hissed a little despite Yuushi's care, then crawled forward to collapse next to Hiyoshi, throwing an arm across him, "Stay with me. Yuushi can clean up."
"Yuushi can, can he?" Yuushi echoed.
"I'm not sure I can stay like this anyway," Hiyoshi ventured, though he didn't quite seem to have the heart to pull free of Gakuto.
"Tough," Gakuto muttered, tightening his hold.
"Because you say so?" Hiyoshi asked.
"Get used to it," Gakuto murmured, burrowing closer.
Yuushi tore himself away to go and fetch a washcloth and attempt damage limitation on Atobe's sheets, but he couldn't help reflecting on Gakuto's choice of words to Hiyoshi: Get used to it, indeed. He had little doubt that Hiyoshi would adjust in due time. Given his own rather impromptu surrender, Yuushi knew that he wouldn't mind the wait. He imagined that the entertainment such adjustment might offer was all that Yuushi deserved. And then some.
~ The End ~