Title: Three's Not Such A Crowd
By:
worblehatFandom: Amatsuki
Pairing: Kon/Kuchiha/Toki
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt was - Amatsuki - Kon/Toki/Kuchiha - first time - "...can you do that with three people?"
Notes: Written for
springkink. Self-beta'd.
Word count: 3,403
"...Oh my god."
Kon smirked. "You like it? You can have it."
Toki's face turned even redder. He leaned in, shielding the book in his hands. "Where'd you get this?" he whispered.
"Found it," answered Kon evasively, breaking out his pipe and beginning to stuff tobacco into it.
"But...but..." Toki pointed to a page, holding it out in front of Kon's eyes. "Some of these things are... They're..."
"Hmm?" asked Kon, lighting a match and holding it to his pipe as he glanced over. "Oh, the gay stuff. You can ignore that."
"...Uh."
Kon flicked his hand and the match went out. He chucked it away from him, making a surprised noise when he noticed Toki staring at him, fidgeting a little. A confused look passed over his face before he chuckled, eyes darkening. "Unless you want to try some of it...?" he asked, letting the question hang there; planning to tease Toki later if he said yes.
...Or take him up on the offer, possibly. Wasn't like he was getting laid, and Toki had kind of a pretty look to him in the right light.
What the hell am I thinking?! said Kon to himself in the privacy of his own mind, glad none of the powers Toki had included mind reading. At least, not that he knew of...
"What's that?" asked Kuchiha, sitting near Toki on the sleeping mat he'd chosen for the night.
"Nothing!" said Toki, attempting to shove the book under his clothing.
Kuchiha raised an eyebrow. "You're acting weird."
"A-Am I? Maybe I have a fever...I was definitely feeling feverish earlier..." Toki looked pleadingly at Kon. "Wasn't I?"
"Hot and bothered, maybe," said Kon, smoke filling the room as he exhaled.
Kuchiha frowned. "What?"
"It's nothing!" said Toki, laughing nervously. "So, Kuchiha-"
"You're hiding something." Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, gaze focused on the book-shaped bulge at Toki's waist.
"...I'm not!"
"Give me that!" She lunged.
"No!"
"What is it? Is it something perverted?"
"See for yourself," said Kon smoothly, sneaking one hand into Toki's robes and extracting the book easily before handing it to Kuchiha, who looked distrustful. "Hey, you're the one who wanted to see what it was," he said defensively. "Don't give me that look."
Kuchiha ignored him, cracking open the book while batting away Toki's hands, which were desperate to tear the pages out before she could see what he'd just been looking at. When she growled, he let go, sighing and flopping onto his mat between his two companions: his back to Kuchiha, his face near Kon's lap.
"..."
"Find anything interesting, Kuchiha?" goaded Kon after a few minutes.
He was met with silence.
"You should check out page 27," he said helpfully, watching her facial expressions shift from horror to embarrassment to curiosity. Her fingers hesitated, then flipped to the suggested page before she gasped.
"Is..."
Kon waited for her to say more; when nothing was forthcoming, he asked: "Is what?"
Kuchiha looked very much about to have a heart attack, her mouth contorting into all sorts of shapes; hands shaking. "Is...Is this...possible?"
"Is what possible?" asked Kon, wondering if she'd actually say something perverted. She was holding a sex book, true; but this was Kuchiha, who got red-faced if Kon went into too much detail about waking up to certain situations that made it hard to pee.
"P-Page 27..." she said, flushing. "It looks-"
"Oh, it's definitely possible," interrupted Kon. "Just takes a bit of preparation."
"...Oh."
Kon smirked. "Why? You wanna try it?"
"I never said that!" Kuchiha's face was a dark red that almost rivaled Toki's earlier embarrassment, except hers had only spread to her cheeks whereas Toki's hand spread so far as his forehead and chin.
Despite his usual aversion to Kuchiha, Kon found his interest stirring. Kuchiha was brash, short-tempered and often annoying; but seeing her like this was almost like seeing a real girl.
Kon liked it.
Taking care not to set anything on fire, Kon held his pipe in one hand, lifting himself forward on his knees, using his other hand to steady himself as he looked Kuchiha directly in the eye. "But do you want to?" he asked, his voice low.
"Of course not!" said Kuchiha, placing one arm on Kon's chest to push him over. He caught it, holding her by the wrist for several moments that seemed to stretch on, long and uncomfortable. Slowly, he let go, his fingers tracing hers before guiding her palm to his torso, letting it rest there. Kuchiha's eyes widened just a little further as his heartbeat pounded beneath; he leaned in, temporarily mesmerised by the quiet, unsure look in her eyes - and one second passed into another into another before their lips touched, much sweeter and more tender than either of them expected.
Kuchiha didn't miss the mild but noticeable increase in Kon's heart rate when the tip of her tongue slipped accidentally against his, both breaking apart in surprise as the gasp below them.
"...T...Toki," said Kuchiha, a sudden heaviness settling into her stomach. Getting a hold on her thoughts had just become infinitely difficult, the fact that she'd just kissed someone, and Kon at that sending everything else into disarray. She tried to take her hand back from Kon, glaring at him when he didn't let go.
Kon's eyes were calm - and if he'd been less of a deviant, they'd be comforting. His gaze didn't waver, and Kuchiha couldn't look away.
"Don't get all worked up, Kuchiha," said Kon. "He's not pissed off you kissed me."
Kuchiha opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came. She wanted to look at Toki, but was too afraid, and settled for gaping slightly at Kon.
"Tell her, Toki," said Kon, not taking his eyes away from Kuchiha's.
"...I'm not m-mad," stammered Toki. "I'm...I'm just..." He looked down at his hands. "I'd rather not say it out loud, actually."
This time, Kuchiha looked at him. "Huh?"
"He means he's turned on," said Kon, slowly sliding Kuchiha's hand further down his front - across his stomach, then further, along his hardened cock. "He's not the only one, either."
"I don't-" Kuchiha began, losing her words to silence as Kon's other hand cupped her cheek.
"Like I said," - Kon smiled in a gentle way Kuchiha would have found suspicious in other, less blatant circumstances - "don't worry about it."
"But-"
Whatever she'd been about to say was swallowed by Kon's mouth, which pressed against hers once more, this time more insistent, hungry to steal the warmth from between her lips. Kuchiha's hand shook, beginning to stroke in the rhythm Kon's hand silently suggested. She gasped when his hand left her, eyes closed and wondering if he was undressing and realising seconds later that his hand was soft between her thighs, fingertips rubbing against the fabric separating their skin.
It felt good - better than anything she had tried herself. But her knees were beginning to shake and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold herself up with this kind of pressure that only seemed to increase in ways that Kuchiha felt embarrassed to want more of. She was building up the courage to ask when Kon pulled away suddenly, leaving her feeling extremely disoriented. "Wha-"
"You seem like you're about to fall over," said Kon easily. "Might be easier if we lie down. Besides," - here he looked at Toki, his gaze unreadable - "he seems a little impatient."
"I'm not!" protested Toki, hurriedly tugging Kon's sleeping mat closer and making room for Kuchiha to lie beside him, face-to-face. Kon slipped behind her, one hand gently tugging at her clothes, loosening it and slipping one hand against her stomach, lips pressing wet against her neck. He chuckled lowly, breath warm against her neck. She felt her leg being bent, then lifted to wrap around Toki's waist.
"Wait-"
"Don't talk so much, Kuchiha," said Kon. "Kiss Toki instead."
"But-"
"You don't have to," mumbled Toki, face red.
"I want to!" said Kuchiha, surprising herself. "I...I mean..."
"If you take any longer, I'm going to steal his first kiss, too," said Kon.
Both heads turned to face him. "What?!" they chorused.
"Come here, Toki," said Kon, his hand momentarily leaving Kuchiha's stomach, fingers underneath Toki's chin, guiding their faces closer.
"Shinonome, don't- Mmph," said Toki, eyes wide when Kon's lips touched his. Kuchiha's eyes remained rooted on the scene above her; she tried to sort out whether she was disgusted, jealous, ambivalent, embarrassed or a combination of all of the above. The only thing she knew for sure is that she couldn't look away - especially when Toki's mouth opened (probably to ask Kon to stop, she reasoned) and allowed more access to his tongue, which Kon didn't hesitate one second to welcome into his own mouth.
When they broke the kiss, Toki was breathing heavily and so was Kon.
Damn lighting, thought Kon avoidantly, blaming his surroundings for his homosexual actions. He knew in his heart of hearts that somehow, this was only the beginning of something he'd have to think more about; but for now, he was content to push it aside, slipping his hand back to Kuchiha's waist, index finger winding downward, rubbing at the space between her legs.
Kuchiha rubbed against Toki in response, quickly adjusting to the hardness that rubbed back against her. This was all happening so fast, but that was part of what felt so intoxicating; she couldn't still her reactions, even when Kon somehow managed to remove his clothing and hers - leaving Toki to shrug out of his own - and pressing himself against the low curve of her back.
His fingers soon left her front, sticky-wet when he moved it from her groin to the small opening now just beneath his cock. Toki's mouth distracted her, tongue clumsy but wet-hot; Toki's hands reaching up to her chest, touching and feeling and squeezing experimentally, the movements of his thumbs over the center making her even more sensitive. Toki's length rubbed at her entrance, spraying a small circle of precome onto her stomach as he kissed her harder.
She almost bit down on his tongue by accident when Kon's first finger slid into her from behind. It felt weird and awkward and even Toki's sweet kisses couldn't distract her from it.
"What's wrong?" Eyes of mis-matched colour looked at her with concern.
"It's-" Kuchiha gasped when a second finger slid in, followed much too soon by a third. "You're doing it too fast!"
"I'm impatient," said Kon, annoyed.
"Well, be un-impatient!" said Kuchiha, eyes closing involuntarily, feeling herself being stretched from within.
"Wouldn't that just be patient?" asked Toki.
Kuchiha glared.
"I don't think this is the time to play sensei," said Kon. He moaned against Kuchiha's ear, the sounds of her body becoming wetter from his ministrations making him almost hard enough to hurt. "You might want to bite down on something," he said, pulling his fingers out as slowly as possible before wrapping them around his cock and guiding it between her cheeks.
A strangled, pained sound escaped from Kuchiha's lips.
"You can bite down on my shoulder if you want," offered Toki, curling closer against her.
Kuchiha didn't bother to think it over; her teeth latched on, making Toki hiss in immense pain, the canines digging deep. Her eyes stung; Kon wasn't taking his time, shoving himself in fast, forcing her body to adjust more quickly than she could handle. Finally, something soft pressed against her and she blinked, wet kisses on her neck making her jaw loosen its grip on Toki's neck, which was bleeding.
"I won't move for a bit, so just relax," promised Kon, watching her. "I went fast because I didn't want to prolong the pain."
"Asshole," said Kuchiha; she wasn't used to Kon making any attempt to be considerate with her and wasn't sure she liked it, especially since his method, she was fairly certain, had induced the most pain.
"Wow, you really did a number on him," said Kon, blinking at the blood flowing down from Toki's shoulder.
"S-Sorry," gasped Kuchiha, trying her damnedest to relax. It was difficult and something she did made Kon gasp, thrusting in deeper. "What're you doing?!" she asked.
"Don't squeeze it like that if you don't want me to start," he snapped.
"I wasn't doing it on purpose!" she said, determined to force him to pull out before Toki gave a small whimper. "T-Toki?" she asked.
"I should probably get this taken care of..." he replied, looking at his shoulder.
"...Oh," said Kuchiha, feeling crestfallen yet sounding strained from the fullness of Kon inside her.
"But..."
Kuchiha blinked. "But what?"
"I'm sorry, Kuchiha," said Toki. "I just want to-"
That was all she heard before another thick bluntness was stretching inside her, hurting just as much as Kon had; sliding in much more slowly, soft words murmured against her throat by two low, wanting voices. She wasn't sure if she'd given an okay or not, but suddenly both were moving with in her: first slow, then steadily faster, two sets of hands skimming along her body, touching and grasping tightly.
As she became accustomed to the dull throb of pain between her legs, she was able to place which hands were where; Kon's having settled just above Toki's thrusts, causing sensations of heat to spread through her stomach, making her enjoy the way their bodies were pushing into her. Toki's hand were focused above, one hand on the mat to steady himself as he pushed the three of them into a new position, with Kon on his back at the bottom; his other hand grasped at her chest, thumbing and squeezing the hardness there, sending warm and awkward pleasure down her spine, which met with the anticipation in her stomach.
"I'm..." she tried to say, sweat breaking out on her brow. She was getting close, despite the way it all still hurt, yet still growing wetter as she received their harsh thrusts.
Kon's fingers worked faster and Kuchiha grasped at Toki's waist, needing to hold something - to steady herself against the outpour of feeling and heat flooding her entire body, making her cry out.
"God you're sexy when you come," someone muttered; someone that sounded like Kon but Kuchiha refused to think about it, too wrapped up in her own orgasm to hear the moans behind her; but not enough to miss the wetness filling her, shooting in bursts that were slick and hot, spilling out partway between the backs of her thighs.
Kon didn't move, breaths heavy as he swore. Toki's forceful pushes inside hadn't stopped, only growing more frantic at the sight of the other two coming. Kuchiha's grip relented, her eyes focused on Toki's kind ones; chin leaning upward to kiss him, allowing his tongue to hungrily seek out her own. Kon's body didn't leave hers, one hand slipping between them, mimicking Toki's squeezes on her chest. She gasped in surprise, breaking the kiss by accident; Toki didn't miss a beat, his mouth meeting Kon's once more, both moving in towards each other automatically, without thinking. Kon moaned into his mouth and Toki came, Kuchiha's eyes fluttering at the thick wetness filling her once more, this time in the front.
Toki pulled out first, Kon following soon after. Kuchiha could barely move from soreness, but neither of them seemed intent on dressing. Instead, Kon worked to remove the rest of her clothing and his, Toki taking his cues to do the same; all three wincing at the stickiness between their bodies but curling closer all the same, too tired too do much else than feed off the warmth of the others.
Kuchiha felt suddenly too exposed, too close. "I feel like I need a shower," she said, forcing an irritable expression.
"Shut up, Kuchiha," mumbled Kon, arm looping around her waist. "All we're doing right now is going to sleep."
"Well, she might have a point-" began Toki.
"You shut up too, Toki," said Kon. "I'm fucking tired as hell."
"How come you're the one who gets to decide what we do?" asked Kuchiha, turning around to glare.
"Because I found the book."
"What book?" she challenged.
"Oh - the sex book?" asked Toki.
"Yep," answered Kon.
"It's not like you wrote it!" said Kuchiha.
"Keep your voice down," said Kon drowsily. "Unless you want Shamon to find us spooning naked."
"...I'm going to kill you in your sleep," said Kuchiha, turning back around to face Toki, burrowing herself closer to him.
Kon snorted. "You can barely move. I'm not worried."
"Shut up."
"Leave her alone, Shinonome," said Toki, reaching one hand up to caress her hair. When she looked up at him, he smiled though his eyes looked sad. "I hope we didn't take advantage of you, Kuchiha."
"No!" she said, blushing when she realised how forcefully she'd just said that. "I mean...um...."
Toki kissed her forehead gently. "I'm glad."
"...Are you sure you're okay with it?" she asked in a whisper when the breaths against her neck evened out, making her sure that Kon had since fallen asleep and that she wouldn't be overheard.
"What do you mean?" he whispered back.
"Doing it with...with a dog...like me," she said, eyes averted. "I mean, with him -" she indicated Kon with a bend of her neck - "it's normal to want to do it with dogs."
"I heard that," muttered Kon.
"Will you go to sleep already, bastard?!" said Kuchiha, irritated.
"Zzzz," said Kon in a bored tone.
"You- Eh?" Kuchiha blinked at Toki as his hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing the hair away from her face.
"You're not a dog, Kuchiha."
Her eyes stung again and she closed them, pressing her head against Toki's chest. You're too nice, she thought. If you keep being nice, I might get too used to it.
The heartbeat against her ears slowed to a regular pace, soft snores emanating from Toki's mouth. Kuchiha pulled back to look at him, taking in the parted lips and the easy, rested look on his face. The very things that had first annoyed her about him now tugged at a different emotion.
"Don't worry so much," said Kon behind her, eyes half-open. "He's one of the good guys."
Kuchiha stiffened, wondering if it was better to pretend to be asleep or to retort.
"I know you're awake, stupid," said Kon, yawning. He burrowed against her neck, using her hair as a secondary pillow.
"You're the one who woke me up," she grunted.
"Liar," he said, disinterested; yawning a second time and closing his eyes. "Anyway, you can trust him. He won't die and he won't leave; no matter what he's gotta go through, he'll stay there at your side. He's more of a dog than you are, Kuchiha."
"You fucking ass-"
"Yeah, yeah. Stop barking and go to bed already," said Kon. "We've got to get up at six and it's already past three."
Kuchiha swore at him, annoyed when he chuckled; yet her body relaxed at his words, eyes glancing once more at Toki, fingers running through his fair hair just once before she closed her eyes, allowing sleep to finally settle onto them, the surrounding warmth making her feel safer than she had in a long time.