Fic: Once More, With Feeling (Part IV)

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Tezuka shifted, rolling over onto his side, and Keigo's smile widened a bit as he stretched himself out alongside Tezuka, leaning in to kiss him. The brush of Keigo's hand against his prick made him shudder, and he gasped into Keigo's mouth as Keigo pulled gently at his foreskin, then slipped the condom on him. It felt sleek, and far less constrictive than he'd heard people complain about, and when Keigo shifted his foreskin back into place before wrapping his hand around his prick and stroking, he wondered if maybe it didn't even feel better this way.

'Polyurethane,' Keigo breathed as he pulled back, smirking at him. ''S far better than that latex shit. Can go for hours with one of these.'

'And we often do,' Yuushi murmured, hooking his chin over Tezuka's shoulder and winding an arm around his waist. Tezuka had only a moment to register that Yuushi's hand was slippery again before it was joining Keigo's around his cock, and that they were touching him in tandem almost felt better than the friction itself.

Yuushi shifted closer, wrapping a leg over Tezuka's, and Tezuka shivered as Yuushi's prick pressed against the small of his back, slick and hot and impossibly hard. And yet somehow, he didn't feel nervous, even though he knew what came next. In fact, all he felt was impatient, and he let them know as much, arching his spine and pushing back against Yuushi as he reached out and grabbed hold of Keigo's hip, tugging at it.

'I said I was ready,' he grumbled, trying to ignore the heat twisting low in his belly that said he wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

Yuushi laughed. 'Oh dear,' he said, amused. 'Keigo, I think he's just as impatient as you are.'

'Good,' said Keigo with feeling. 'Maybe you'll stop being such a fucking tease then.'

'Not likely,' Yuushi replied, and unwrapped himself from Tezuka as Keigo rolled over onto his back, pulling his knees up to his chest.

Tezuka froze.

'That's your cue,' Yuushi chuckled against Tezuka's ear. 'Go on.'

Tezuka glanced over his shoulder, uncertain, but Yuushi just gestured, and Tezuka bit his lip, turning his attention back to Keigo, who was now looking very impatient indeed.

'Well? Are you coming?'

'Not just yet,' Tezuka replied without thinking, and then pressed his lips together as Yuushi laughed. Keigo was looking very irritated, but the hunger in his eyes said that he wasn't really upset, so Tezuka felt less apprehensive as he pushed himself up onto hands and knees and crawled over to Keigo, settling between his thighs. Keigo hooked his legs over Tezuka's shoulders, and stared up at Tezuka, promising and challenging all at once. It was so typical Atobe that it felt like an extension of everything else they had ever done together, and Tezuka stopped thinking again and just went with it, reaching between their bodies to grasp the base of his own cock, and then angling his hips forward until he was...just....there.....

They both gasped as Tezuka pushed just inside him, barely enough to feel it, but so much sensation all at once anyway. Keigo was unbelievably tight around him, muscles clenching at him and making him grit his teeth, and Tezuka took a moment to breathe before planting his free hand on the mattress next to Keigo's head and pushing forward the tiniest bit more. Keigo was gritting his teeth as well, but when Tezuka started to ask him if he was all right, Keigo glared at him and said, 'I'd be a damn sight better if you would just hurry the fuck up.'

'Be patient, Keigo,' Yuushi drawled from behind them, running his hand down Tezuka's spine. 'Give him a chance to enjoy you.'

'You try being fucked this slowly and see how you--oh.'

The sudden pressure of Yuushi's teeth against his nape made Tezuka's body jerk, and he'd pushed forward almost all the way into Keigo before he realised it. Keigo didn't seem to mind though - in fact, he looked like he was about to come right then and there - so Tezuka took another deep breath and slowly, slowly slid in the rest of the way, dropping his head to Keigo's shoulder as his hips came to rest against Keigo's ass.

'Much better,' Keigo muttered, only it came out more like an incoherent groan.

'Now stay right there,' Yuushi murmured against Tezuka's ear, and shifted, leaving Tezuka to close his eyes and try not to come as he adjusted to how fucking good Keigo felt. But then he felt hands parting his thighs, and the blunt pressure of Yuushi's prick, so much bigger than he'd expected, and he tensed, instinctive, no longer worried so much about pleasure as he was about pain.

'Relax,' Yuushi breathed, running a hand down his spine, and Tezuka tried but he couldn't seem to get his body to cooperate, only then Keigo's muscles clenched around him and his whole body went so lax with arousal that Yuushi's cock pressed into him without the slightest bit of pain.

It felt...so odd, unfamiliar, almost wrong in a way, and yet when Yuushi's mouth opened against his nape and Keigo's lips brushed against his ear, all he could think was yes. He trembled, forcing himself to stay still, to keep breathing, as Yuushi slowly opened him up, easing into him inch by inch, and by the time Yuushi came to a stop, buried all the way inside him, he was fairly certain he was going to die. It ached now, a dull pain threading up his spine, but the pleasure of two mouths and four hands and the heat of Keigo's body far outweighed it, so that when Yuushi pulled back, making his own hips move with him, and then pushed back in, driving him deeper into Keigo, it was all he could do not to come on the spot.

'There,' Yuushi murmured, drawing back and surging forward again, a slow, organic ripple of muscle that made Tezuka feel alive. 'That's good.'

And it was - in fact, it was better. Keigo's muscles flexed with every movement, squeezing Tezuka's prick in the most beautiful torture he had ever experienced, and Yuushi's warmth against his back, the curve of fingers around his hip, the ragged gasps against his shoulder - it all felt so good that Tezuka could hardly stand it. The slide of Yuushi's cock into his body didn't feel especially pleasant, though it certainly didn't feel bad, but the intimacy it created made it amazing.

That is, until Yuushi shifted his hips just so, and Tezuka lost all semblance of coherence.

'Fuck,' he cursed, panting against Keigo's throat, and Keigo chuckled, albeit breathlessly, and curled his fingers in the short hairs at Tezuka's nape.

'We like that word,' he murmured, canting his hips until Tezuka slid in even deeper. 'That word means Yuushi found the right angle.'

'Mmmmm,' Yuushi replied, scraping his teeth down the back of Tezuka's shoulder. 'Anatomy books do come in useful sometimes.'

'So does practice,' Keigo retorted, unimpressed, and then gasped, tipping his hips up further and changing Tezuka's angle. Tezuka was barely aware of what he was doing anymore, his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself up, his forehead pressed against Keigo's shoulder, his hips writhing back and forth, driving him back onto Yuushi, then deeper into Keigo, but all the cognisance he had left was dedicated to his certainty that he needed to make Keigo feel that too, whatever it was, and he shifted, pushing into Keigo again and again, every time a slightly different angle, until Keigo's body jerked and he let out a groan so inhuman that it set Tezuka's teeth on edge.

'Very nice,' Yuushi breathed against his ear, adjusting his own angle to match as Tezuka started to fuck into Keigo in earnest, wanting to make him make that sound again. 'He's a fast learner, isn't he?'

Keigo's only response was a throaty whimper. And really, Yuushi wasn't doing too much better - his rhythm was becoming erratic, his breaths staccato and strained, and a hitched moan punctuated every thrust. Considering Tezuka was the only one who'd come so far, it was hardly unexpected that they were so close already, and yet in all honesty Tezuka wasn't far off either, the dual stimulation driving him slowly but surely toward the edge.

So when Yuushi unwrapped his hand from Tezuka's hip and reached around him, taking Keigo's prick in hand and pulling, they were all as good as gone.

Keigo howled, back arching up off the bed until he was all but dangling from Tezuka's shoulders, hands flying up overhead to grasp the slats of the headboard, mouth dropping open and eyes squeezing shut; one more stroke and he was coming, hotstickywhite over Yuushi's fingers and onto Tezuka's belly, muscles clenching so tight around Tezuka's cock that it hurt. Tezuka was so close that Yuushi slowing his speed, guiding Tezuka through Keigo's shuddering aftershocks, was literally painful, but when Keigo stopped seizing so hard and slumped back against the bed, muscles rippling around him, the waves of sensation crested in Tezuka's belly so that all it took was Yuushi grabbing his hips again and slamming into him once, twice, three times before he was coming too, prick throbbing as he spilled deep inside Keigo's body. Dimly, he felt Yuushi easing him through it, slow, smooth thrusts that kept his nerve endings singing with overstimulation, but Yuushi's breaths were strangled, his fingers clenching spasmodically against Tezuka's hipbones, and Tezuka had barely finished riding out the last shudders of his orgasm when Yuushi stiffened against his back, teeth digging into his shoulder and hips jerking in short, sharp thrusts against his own as he too finally let go.

Tezuka closed his eyes, turning his head toward Keigo and panting against Keigo's fluttering pulse point; Keigo's fingers found their way into his hair, tangling there, as they curled into each other, Yuushi slumping atop them a moment later. Tezuka didn't ever want to move again, feeling lax and lethargic and pleasantly sore, but, presently, Yuushi stirred himself, pulling out of Tezuka carefully and rolling over onto his back.

'Mmf,' Tezuka grunted, feeling suddenly cold.

Keigo swatted at him. 'You're heavy when you're being dead weight,' he grumbled, shoving at his shoulder, and Tezuka groaned in displeasure as he forced himself to move, rolling off of him and knocking into Yuushi.

Yuushi's only response was a snore.

Tezuka's eyes opened wide and he sat up halfway, looking down at Yuushi's sleeping face. 'What--'

Keigo gave a long-suffering sigh. 'He's always exhausted after he comes,' he muttered, sitting up as well and rolling his shoulders. ''S why I never let him come until the very end, otherwise he's out cold and I'm left frustrated as hell. Was a miserable couple weeks until I figured that one out.'

Tezuka laughed, though it felt more like an incoherent groan.

'But as long as you're around, that's not likely to be a problem, mm?'

'I...' Tezuka blinked up at Keigo, who eyed him interestedly, arms folded. 'I guess not?'

Keigo nodded. 'Good,' he said. 'That's settled then. Now I'm going to go monopolise the bathroom, unless you need it?'

'Uh...no, that's all right.' Tezuka shook his head, a bit nonplused. This was all moving a bit too fast for his orgasm-addled brain. 'You...go ahead.'

'Right.' Keigo swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood, stretching his arms over his head, then bending down to touch his toes.

Tezuka stared.

'By the way....'

Tezuka's gaze snapped up to see Keigo eyeing him amusedly. He straightened, turning around, and bent over, resting a hand on the mattress and leaning in until his nose just brushed against Tezuka's.

'I'm glad you're here.'

Keigo tilted his head and brushed his lips against Tezuka's, the barest ghost of skin-on-skin, but just enough to leave Tezuka shivering with mingled pleasure-contentment and the faintest wisp of returning arousal. Really, at his age he shouldn't have been quite so easy, but he supposed he had been waiting rather a long time.

'Now.' Keigo drew back, raising a brow, and gazed knowingly at him. 'Do try to behave yourself until I return?'

'What about after you return?' Tezuka said without thinking.

Keigo stared at him in silence for a long moment, and then smirked. 'Well, that all depends. What did you have in mind?'

+

Tezuka finished the line with a flourish, and set down his pen. Next to him, Yuushi gave a soft, breathy snore, and Tezuka shook his head fondly, reaching down to brush a lock of hair from Oshitari's forehead. The sound of his rhythmic breathing settled into synchronicity with the soft murmur of the shower, and Tezuka closed his eyes and leaned into it, letting it wash over him.

When he opened them again, Keigo was standing over him, towelling his hair and looking amused. 'We tired you out that much, mm?' he asked, waggling his brows. Tezuka snorted and toed him in the thigh.

'Yes, yes, you are both gods of sex,' he deadpanned, raising his eyebrows in challenge.

Keigo responded with a mock-arrogant headtilt. 'And you had better not forget it!'

The laugh tickling the back of Tezuka's throat bubbled free, and he let it, quiet chuckles mingling with Keigo's as he shifted aside just a bit to let Keigo sit down as well. He winced a bit at the dull twinge slicing up his spine, but it passed as soon as he settled again, and Keigo smiled at him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

'It'll pass,' he murmured. 'Yuushi's always very gentle.'

'Mm,' Tezuka replied, and looked down at Yuushi, who shifted just a bit in his sleep, head lolling to the side. He looked innocent, which should have been impossible considering what they'd been up to not half an hour earlier, but it was beautiful anyway, and Tezuka just watched him sleep for a few moments, captivated by the curl of lashes against his cheeks.

When he looked up again, Keigo was peering over his shoulder at his notebook. 'You're writing another song?' he asked, raising both brows. 'Now?'

'Couldn't help it,' Tezuka replied, lifting one shoulder in a slight shrug. 'Inspiration happens when it happens.'

'May I?'

Tezuka nodded, and pressed his lips together as Keigo took the book from him, leaning back against the headboard as he read. For several long moments there was only silence, save the soft rasp of Yuushi's inhales. And then Keigo looked up, straight at Tezuka, and the look in his eyes was breathtaking.

'This is about us.'

It wasn't a question, but Tezuka nodded anyway, his lips curving in a small, shy smile.

Keigo smiled back. 'It's beautiful,' he murmured. 'Granted, it's perhaps just a little bit cheesy, but what else can be expected from a romance novelist?'

Tezuka stared at him, thrown for just a moment, but then caught the sparkle of mischief in Keigo's eyes and snorted, smacking Keigo's arm in mingled amusement and relief. 'I see how it is. Well in that case I'll just--'

'No way,' Keigo retorted, snatching the notebook out of Tezuka's reach. Tezuka mock-glared at him for a moment, but Keigo just shot him a cheeky smile, and then twisted his body to read the lyrics again, considering. After a moment, he started to hum, quietly, voice slipping with effortless grace from note to note, and Tezuka stopped playing around and just listened, letting his eyes slide half-shut.

The earthy baritone of Keigo's voice gave it substance, energy, the life it couldn't have on paper, and Tezuka didn't think he would ever stop being amazed by how suddenly his songs went from just words to something organic and real. Keigo murmured the words like they were made for him, and it was like everything Tezuka wanted to say but didn't know how to fit effortlessly into Keigo's mouth.

He was so entranced, in fact, that when Keigo's melody was joined by a molasses-dark harmony from behind him, he literally jumped, eyes flying open as he whipped his head around to stare at Yuushi.

'I like that,' Yuushi drawled, ignoring Keigo's irritated little grumble. 'What's it called?'

'You bastard,' Keigo snarled.

'You bastard.' Yuushi rolled the words around on his tongue. 'Catchy, but I don't know that it fits.'

'You take delight in scaring the shit out of me, don't you?' Keigo said, folding his arms irritably.

Yuushi beamed, unrepentant. 'Of course,' he replied. 'Although that wasn't my intent at this particular moment.'

Tezuka blinked. 'You've been awake all this time?'

'Mm hmm. I am sorry for pretending. But...I just wanted the chance to listen to you talk.'

Tezuka couldn't explain the little smile that found its way to his lips at Yuushi's words and the look in Yuushi's eyes, but then Keigo snorted from behind him, and said, 'You are a ridiculous romantic, did you know that?'

'Yes,' Yuushi replied cheerfully, 'but you love it.'

Tezuka chuckled. Somehow, they had managed to come full-circle, the conversation so reminiscent of the first time he'd met them, the bickering, the comfortable irritation, that had been so obvious even then but that Tezuka had been too blind to see. He never would have expected any of this would happen, and yet there he was, sandwiched between two naked, bantering rock stars, feeling more like someone out of a novel than someone who used to write them.

'So,' Keigo said, cutting into his thoughts as if he'd been reading them. 'You are in fact a good writer, of lyrics at least. And you're good in bed.'

'Very good,' Yuushi smirked, making Tezuka blush.

'Yes. Very good. So....I can't say I understand why your novels are such crap.'

Tezuka laughed aloud, drowning out Yuushi's protest, and Keigo's eyes laughed with him, amused. But his smirk said he still expected an answer.

Tezuka shrugged, smirking back. 'Well, obviously it's because before, I didn't have you to inspire me.'

Keigo rolled his eyes, though Tezuka didn't miss the faint blush of pleasure staining his cheeks. 'You are just as bad as Yuushi, you know.'

'Yes you are,' Yuushi replied, pillowing his cheek on Tezuka's thigh and beaming up at him, his eyes gleaming in a reminder of Yuushi's romantic sensibilities.

'Well,' Tezuka replied, grinning at both of them. 'I try.'

And in that moment, in true, romance-novel fashion, all he could think was that this was the only thing in the world that could ever be better than music.

+

Omake

Tezuka peered out around the curtain, taking in the sight of thousands and thousands of fans carrying posters and banners and glowsticks and any number of other paraphernalia, all of them chanting their name. It felt like a dream, only none of the dreams he'd ever had as a boy could compare to this. Triple-platinum album. Chart-topping singles for eighteen weeks running now. A new album on the way, as soon as they completed their world tour. And this, sold-out audiences across the globe, all wanting to see them.

Tezuka slipped back into the wings again, shaking his head. He didn't understand how it had happened. Sometimes it felt like only yesterday that he'd been descended upon by two rude, self-centred assholes in snappy suits, demanding that he give up his pathetic writer's life and come join their band. And now....

He looked across the stage to the wings on the opposite side. Keigo was fixing Yuushi's tie, saying something to him that probably had something to do with Yuushi's complete inability to tie a simple Windsor, which wasn't an inability at all but really a ploy Yuushi used to get Keigo to fuss over him. It was as familiar to Tezuka now as breathing, and it made him grin stupidly without any power to stop it even if he'd wanted to. Which, of course, he didn't.

A hand on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts, and he turned sharply, and then sucked in a breath.

'Tezuka,' said Fuji, unforgettable smile lighting up his expression. 'You look well.'

Tezuka cleared his throat, trying to get over the shock of seeing his old band mate. It was one thing to know he was going to be there, but quite another to see him.

'As do you, Fuji.'

Fuji kept smiling, but his eyes came open, and Tezuka's spine straightened instinctively at the flash of blue, still effective after all these years. But when Fuji spoke, none of the warmth had gone from his voice.

'I'm glad to see you so happy, Tezuka,' he murmured. 'It's good to see you at long last.'

Tezuka hadn't known that he needed to hear that, but the palpable relief as the words registered made him realise just how long he'd been waiting for it. Even though he hadn't seen any of his old band mates in years now, they were still his first, and the people who had gotten him started on his path, and he needed to know that they didn't bear him any ill will for his success. And hearing it from Fuji, well....that was as clear a sign as any that it was true.

'Thank you,' he said, now smiling as well. 'I have been very lucky these past several months. I never could have expected that....'

'I'm not surprised.' Fuji beamed at him. 'I knew you were just waiting for the right moment to come along, and I'm glad that it finally did.'

'I wouldn't have found this without you though.' Tezuka rested a hand on Fuji's shoulder, wanting him to understand. 'I wouldn't be who I am without....'

Fuji reached up, resting his hand atop Tezuka's. 'I know,' he said quietly.

They stared at each other in silence for a long moment. They had never needed words to communicate with each other, and it seemed like even that hadn't changed, as ten years of apologies and gratitude and congratulations were traded in one single look.

And then Fuji smiled, and took a step back. 'Don't be a stranger then, ne?' he said cheerfully, and Tezuka could only smile back, content, in silent, comfortable agreement.

'So this must be the famous Tezuka.'

Tezuka startled as a white-haired man he didn't recognise came up behind Fuji and rested an elbow on his shoulder, leaning against him in friendly familiarity.

Fuji grinned. "Tezuka,' he said, a hint of mischief in his tone, 'this is Saeki. He took over for you after you....'

'Saeki.' Tezuka took a step forward and held out a hand. This was the person who'd filled the space he'd left, the person who had at the time been responsible, though through no fault of his own, for Tezuka's loss of hope in ever returning to the career he'd had to leave behind. And yet when Saeki grasped Tezuka's hand and shook it, for the first time, Tezuka felt no bitterness or malice at all. In fact, he felt grateful, because had it not been for Saeki, none of the rest of this ever would have happened.

'I've been listening to your stuff ever since I joined Samurai E,' Saeki said, squeezing Tezuka's hand before letting go. 'You're really amazing, man. And then Tannhäuser's stuff? Wow.'

'Thank you,' Tezuka replied, a bit nonplused.

'No, seriously, you have some real talent. I've always wished I was as much of a natural as you are.' Saeki flashed a smile, and then straightened, expression shifting to something more serious. 'Hey, I'd...if it's not too presumptuous, I'd really like to jam with you sometime if you're up for it.'

Well that had certainly been the last thing he'd expected to hear. 'Um, well I....'

'Oh, after you come back from your tour, of course.' Saeki grinned, looking a bit sheepish. 'Not trying to be a hanger-on or anything - I'm just a fan, is all.'

'I....' This was beyond surreal, and he wasn't at all certain of the etiquette involved in jamming with one's ex-band's replacement for oneself. But when he opened his mouth to say something to that effect, what came out instead was, 'Sure, all right.'

'Yeah?' Saeki beamed, looking genuinely pleased. 'You mean it?'

Tezuka couldn't help but smile back. 'Yeah,' he said. 'I'd like that.'

And he was only slightly taken aback to realise that he actually would.

'You're not trying to steal our drummer away, are you?'

Tezuka's smile caught at the corners of his mouth as he tried to keep it from turning into another stupid grin at the familiar voice and the feel of an arm sliding over his shoulder.

'Oh. Atobe-san.' Saeki grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. 'No, I certainly wouldn't try anything like that.'

'You had better not.' Keigo folded his arms across his chest, fixing them with a mock-glare. 'I could have you killed, you know.'

'Oh, Keigo, don't be dramatic,' Yuushi drawled, curling his fingers against Tezuka's chest. 'Save it for the performance.'

Tezuka laughed, leaning back against Yuushi, and was gratified when everyone, including Keigo, joined in.

'I wouldn't worry anyway,' Fuji said between chuckles, beaming at Tezuka. 'He's found his place and I don't think he'll be letting go of it anytime soon.'

Samurai E, two minutes!

Tezuka's laughter faded a bit, and he looked at Fuji again, a silent thank you in his eyes. Fuji just grinned though, throwing him a wink - don't do anything I wouldn't do - and then he was gone, pulling Saeki along with him. Tezuka turned his head to watch them go, and caught sight of Oishi, haircut as terrible as ever, finishing up a chat with Shishido and Ootori and...yes, that was Kikumaru as well, looking as enthusiastic as always even though he wasn't performing. It was funny how much people could change while still staying the same, Tezuka thought with a slight smile, shaking his head.

'Buchou,' said a very familiar voice from his other side, and Tezuka looked over in surprise as Echizen walked up, looking just as smug as ever.

'Still using that ridiculous nickname?' Tezuka asked him, raising a brow. 'Don't you have anything better to do?'

Echizen just smirked, tugging on his cap, and gave Keigo and Yuushi a very pointed look. 'No, but it looks like you do,' he replied cheekily, and then sauntered off without even staying to watch Tezuka blush.

But Tezuka's embarrassment was short-lived.

'Damn right you do,' Keigo said, coming around to face Tezuka and curving a hand around the back of his skull. And when he pulled him into a completely unabashed kiss, Tezuka returned it with whole-hearted enthusiasm, not even caring that they were standing where everyone could see them.

'And you're definitely not going anywhere,' Yuushi murmured against his nape, sliding his other arm around his waist. 'We wouldn't let you leave.'

Good, Tezuka thought, as the first strains of Samurai E's opening number filled the air. He wouldn't have wanted to anyway.

Besides, with those two, the last thing he needed was to give them another reason to tie him up.