One Sentences...ish
Ring
There were three rings to rule them all and they were the ones the three of them lived by.
Hero
“Don’t I get a kiss or something for saving your ass?”
“Some savior you are. You nearly got shot on your way over.”
“Shaddup.”
Memory
He would never tell Whitney that the happiest moment of his life was when he came back.
Box
It was a small box, simple in design and wrapped with a gold ribbon, but it brought a smile to his face all the same.
Run
He kept running and running and running and never once did he slow down.
Hurricane
It all happened in a blur; one minute he was living by himself in his own apartment and the next minute he found himself in a bed with the two most gorgeous men he had ever had the chance to meet.
Wings
He wondered if Satoshi or Whitney knew a good-enough tattoo artist to give him wings on his back.
Cold
Tai only slept entwined in Whitney’s arms because he got cold easily. They did not cuddle. Really.
Red
A blushing Satoshi was probably the rarest yet most adorable thing in the world.
Drink
He swore that he would NEVER let the blondie take him out to the bar again. He preferred to not let the whole world know that he was being screwed by two men at once.
Midnight
“Please?”
“Not now.”
“Now?”
“No.”
“Now?”
“No!”
Temptation
He claimed he could resist kisses, seductive teasing, and stripping. There were only two people in the world who could break that resolve.
View
Seeing the other with his hands bound to the headboard and blindfolded as probably the damn sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Music
Who needed music when he could easily draw much more beautiful sounds out of two much more beautiful individuals?
Silk
It slid over his waist and between his thighs and he could not help but shiver in anticipation.
Cover
One of Tai’s last thoughts before he closed his eyes was that Satoshi was safe. That was all that mattered.
Promise
“You said I could!”
“I don’t care! I am not letting you anywhere near my hair again!”
Dream
Like how he never cried, he never told Satoshi that what frightened him the most at nights was forgetting what Whitney’s smile looked like.
Candle
Every year afterwards on Whitney’s birthday, Tai would light a candle and sit back in Satoshi’s arms and watch it for hours until it completely burned out, neither of them saying anything about the man who should be there but wasn’t.
Talent
There was only one talent of Whitney’s that Tai acknowledged: the ability to satisfy the shorter man’s violent cravings.
Silence
There is a rare moment between the loud cries of completion and the shuffling of drifting off to sleep when there was nothing but the steady sound of one another’s breathing.
Journey
His absence was clichéd in a way; he left to go on a journey to find the answers and he came back full circle to return home.
Fire
He was seventeen when he burned his right arm. Even now there is still a faint, pale scar there.
Strength
“....When we get back, I’m making you look up the definition of ‘damsel in distress’.”
“That’s alright. You look like a girl anyways.”
Mask
They all wore masks but it was only Satoshi’s that never cracked. Not once.
Ice
“Who’s bloody idea was it to go ice-skating with the priest?!”
“You’re starting to talk like him as well.”
“Oh shut it!”
Fall
It wasn’t that he was afraid of heights but more like he didn’t like having his feet not touching something if he was moving vertically upwards at a relatively fast speed. Call it another one of his control obsessions.
Forgotten
“Birthday boys don’t get birthday presents if they aren’t happy.”
Dance
Tai. Hated. Tango. And waltz. And hip hop. And tap. And dancing in general.
Body
If he could, he would devote his entire life to this simple practice of pure worship.
Sacred
There were only three things in the world Tai kept very close to him: Satoshi, Whitney, and his gun. People learned quickly to never mess with any of them.
Farewells
They never said it and it didn’t exist between the two of them; only twice did Tai regret such a practice.
World
“Thou that art the world’s fresh ornament…”
“...Are we done with the Shakespeare yet?”
Formal
It was at a formal dinner party where Whitney and Tai discovered the usefulness of a boring speaker, empty rooms, and ties.
Fever
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight;
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof--and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
“......Fuck.”
Laugh
For weeks and months afterwards, all he could hear and see when he closed his eyes was cruel, cruel laughter and dirty fingers gripping his skin. Nothing happened in Las Vegas. Really.
Lies
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Forever
Tai was twenty-seven when he realized that he wouldn’t mind it if there was no end.
Overwhelmed
“Fuuuuuuck...”
“Me.”
“Fuck no.”
Whisper
During some nights in bed and under the covers, they wouldn’t talk at all because their actions spoke louder than whispers ever could. And by now, they knew to take each other’s words for granted.
Wait
Underground fights and shady jobs were a part of his life; he didn’t bat an eye at the sight of blood, weapons at his throat or a gun pointed to his head. He was, however, absolutely scared of few minutes to few hours when he would wait for Whitney and Satoshi to get back.
Talk
Satoshi had reasonable and polite conversations. Whitney instituted meaningful and comforting discussions. Tai just talked between the two of them.
Search
He thought he found his soul mate when he was nineteen. It took another five years for him to realize that he had finally found the people he was looking for.
Hope
Satoshi believed in it. Tai clung to it. Whitney walked away from it.
Eclipse
Even though Satoshi kept smiling like always, it was emptier than usual. It was as if some dark cloud had blocked out all of the sun and wouldn’t go away, not even after the judge just kept on smiling.
Gravity
Screw physics and logic. He didn’t give a damn. Their relationship defied them all.
Highway
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we ther---”
“A JOB IS NOT A ROAD TRIP!”
Unknown
After several years, Satoshi, Whitney, and Tai’s actions got to be predictable to one another; Iris was the only one the three of them had yet to figure out.
Lock
“Fuck it, I know I said I liked handcuffs and liked it rough, but could you PLEASE let me out of them now?”
Breathe
Breathe in...breathe out...breathe in...breathe out...