Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Three ❯ Three ( Chapter 1 )

It Takes Three To Tangle
aka
Three's Company
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Three Little Maids From School

(I couldn't decide which title I liked best...)
Sorry it took so long. It fought me like a bear!


DISC: Kashuneko attests that she does not own the characters, the storyline, or the rights to either for Hana Kimi. These belong to Hisaya Nakajo. Please forgive my twisted ramblings and don't sue me. I own nothing anyway, so it really wouldn't be worth your while.

NOTE: This has to be alternate universe HK - occurring AFTER the Christmas dance, but before … any kissing occurs with both parties conscious.





"Hey, Ashiya, get me a bottle of water."

The short-haired girl who had disguised herself as a boy so that she could meet and become friends with the young man who had just spoken, looked up from the classbook she had been reading when she heard the sound of her crush's voice, but his words made her scowl. "What do you think I am, your maid?"

Lifting only his eyes to look at her, head still bent over his own classbook, he smirked at her and replied, "Why not? You do tend to take care of me like a good maid does her master."

That did it. Now she was sufficiently annoyed. "What do you mean?! I do no such thing! And… And, I'm a guy! I couldn't possibly be your MAID!"

Lifting his head fully to smile up at her his calm voice replied, "It's not an insult. It's just your nature. You naturally just like to help others. And you spend so much time doing things for me, it sometimes almost feels like I've got my own personal servant." He paused and with an evil grin continued, "Plus, I'm sure a maid's outfit would look just right on you, too!"

Hands clenched in fists by her sides as she stood to face her roommate, her face in a full out, angry scowl. But before she could say anything further, he interrupted what was sure to be a pouty tirade, "Before you get all mad, I can prove it to you - you go out of your way ALL the time to take care of me. In fact, I'm willing to BET you on it."

With her head cocked to one side, her mouth pursed, and her eyes squinty from being mad, she frowned at him quite severely. If he didn't find her so adorable, he probably would have been very upset at her frowning. Instead, he was finding it hard not to chuckle.

"What do you mean? You'll bet me on what?" `He thinks I go out of my way to take care of him? Is that too girly! Oh no! How would a guy react?'

"I'll bet you," he said slyly, smiling his most charming smile, "that you will do at LEAST three more things by the end of the day to take care of me - you won't be able to help yourself." He smiled more broadly as he saw her take on her more determined look. "You're thinking right now, that this is an easy bet - that because all you have to do is stop yourself from doing nice things for me, that it's a sure win, right?"

She glared at him in response.

"So! If it's easy, then you won't have any problems with the terms of the bet."

Her eyes narrowed and she looked at him suspiciously. "Terms of the bet?"

"Well, it wouldn't be much of a bet if you didn't have something to win or lose, now would it?"

Her face tigntened further as she responded, "So what do you have in mind?"

Success - she'd taken the bait. "Well… If I win, next Sunday, we'll stay in the room, and you'll wear a maid's outfit and take care of my every need."

"Two problems with that, smart-pants. One, where on earth would we get a maid's outfit? And two, what would we do for FOOD! PLUS, I'm going to WIN for sure, so what do *I* get?"

"Getting the maid's outfit will be easy. I'm SURE that Doctor Umeda will scrounge one up for our use - he'll probably get a kick out of the whole thing." He grimaced and said, "If YOU win, I'll wear the maid's outfit. As for food, whoever is the winner will have to go get trays from the dining room for both of us. And the loser will have to feed the winner each bite before he can eat his own food."

The image of Sano in a maid's outfit, holding a piece of sushi up for her to eat flashed in front of her eyes. He looked silly, yet still so beautiful. Yeah, she'd pay to see something like that. She smiled at him and said, "Deal!"

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`How the hell did I even GET in this mess?' she thought to herself as she stood in the bathroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
The short black dress came down just far enough to cover her butt when she stood up straight. But the petticoats held the skirt out at such an angle that if she bent over at all, you could see her panties - with ruffles all over the butt.

And in the front, the bodice was shaped with a corset-like tie up the front, above which, was a ruffle. The ruffle was intended to draw attention to a woman's endowments. Because she was athletic and petite with perky breasts rather than a voluptuous, curvy woman, she could pull off the illusion of being a boy. But she couldn't wear her denim vest to hold her breasts down in this stupid maid's outfit! She was just glad that it wasn't lower cut, or she'd actually appear to have cleavage. Since she was covered, she'd just tell him that she'd stuffed the bodice so that it fit her better.

`How the hell did I get in this mess?' she thought again. Then she remembered. She'd held a spot for Sano at dinner since he was late from practice. Plus, she'd gotten the cafeteria woman to set aside some large pork chops for him - for when he'd shown up. Sano had been generous and counted the dinner events as only ONE maidly thing.

But she'd also walked Yuujirou for him so he could finish his studies - since practice had been so late. And, she'd done his laundry while she was doing hers - it really would have been rude to NOT do it. Then, she'd left the light on the desk for him before she climbed into bed - so that when he came back from practice he could see around the room. She'd stopped herself from brining him a bottle of water, from picking up his socks, from making his bed. And she didn't buy him that cute pencil that had high-jumpers on it that she'd seen at the store. But the truth was, she really didn't even realize that she DID all the things she did for him. She didn't even think about it. She just did what seemed best.

Sighing, she straightened the apron, adjusted the poofy maid's hat, and braced herself for the day to come.

She opened the door of the bathroom and entered their dorm room. Sano was still lying in bed, but she could see that he was awake. Awake and looking at her in a way that she couldn't name. She sighed again and stomped over to the side of his bed and kneeled. With a huge pout, she said in a sarcastic voice, with none of the pauses or cadences of normal speech - instead, the words came out like a bored student reading them aloud in class, "Good morning master how may I serve you today."

She continued to kneel by his bedside, head bowed, and waited for him to reply. `What, did he fall asleep with his eyes open again? Creepy.' She looked up, and he was smiling at her - and obviously not asleep. She got caught in his eyes - his big brown eyes - and knelt there staring at him as he stared at her.

Finally, he spoke. "I knew you'd look adorable in that outfit."

It was the perfect comment to make her scowl. He laughed and said, "Well, my little maid, I think that you should go turn on the shower for me, so that it will be nice and hot and ready for me, okay?"

With a grumble, she stood and stomped over to the bathroom to do as he asked.

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The morning passed rather quickly and quietly. Sano brought them both breakfast. Then he spent his time catching up on his reading, while Mizuki did all the cleaning - dusting & sweeping, cleaning the bathroom, bagging up the garbage for disposal. (She'd take that out tomorrow, because she couldn't go out in a maid's costume!) Once she'd finished everything - including making his bed - he began struggling for ideas.

`I really didn't think this idea through. Most of the stuff she does for me is outside the room. And I can't have her leave the room or else other people would figure out that she's a girl! Not to mention that in THAT outfit, she's likely to get molested…

`DAMN! She looks so adorable in that outfit, it's really hard to not…' He stopped as he felt a certain part of himself twitch. `Damn it. Nakatsu in the maid's outfit. Cold showers. Baseball. Nakatsu in the maid's outfit.

`Okay. That's better.

`But she's so amazing. I just want to… look at her for as long as I can like this.'

"Mizuki-chan." The girl had been kneeling by the bed, awaiting his next "command." She growled up at him - not because she was mad, but because she assumed that any BOY would think being called CHAN was an insult. But because Sano was perfectly aware of her ruse, he could see right through her supposed anger - and see that she was actually happy and eager to do anything that might help him. He smiled kindly at her and said, "Why don't you make yourself more comfortable - you could read or something. I don't know what else to have you do right now, so… just stay where I can see you."

Now her face showed true annoyance. "It's not like I'm gonna sneak out on you, you know. I live UP to MY debts."

He shook his head. "I know THAT. I… just like seeing you looking so…" he blushed a deep red, "pretty."

The blush became contagious, and she looked around for something to distract her from him. Her eyes landed on a book that she needed to read for her literature class, and she quickly opened it and turned to the page she had marked - where she had stopped the night before. "As you wish. Master." This time, her voice was a touch embarrassed, but with a lilt in it that revealed her inner joy at his compliment.

For the next 15 minutes, Mizuki read in her book. Then, she was asleep over the pages. And Sano spent the following 45 minutes staring at her, drinking in her form, pushing down his desire to go take her in his arms and hold her to him as she slept.

He strained for tasks. The only things he could think of that were FEASIBLE was polishing his shoes and mending some of his clothes: a shirt of his that had lost a button, and a pair of his jeans had a hole in the knee that needed some patchwork done. Other than that, his brain was taking him down avenues that would just be too dangerous. Like giving him a massage. And other thoughts continued from that point - but he wouldn't let them take a coherent form.

At noon, his watch began to beep - indicating that it was lunch time, and the noise woke her up. He pretended like he hadn't just been staring at her for almost an hour, and said, "Did you get all your reading done before you fell asleep?"

She pouted at him.

"Well, I don't know. I don't think a maid is supposed to fall asleep on the job. Maybe you're not cut out for this…"

"No! You think?" She was pretty good at the sarcastic tone of voice.

"Well… Maybe you just need a boost of energy. I'll go get us some lunch. While I'm gone, please polish my shoes."

She smiled. Polishing shoes was actually kinda fun. She used to polish her father's shoes for him when she was little. Then her brother started letting her do his, too.

She stood up and went over to the closet to get the polishing kit. She also grabbed both her own and Sano's shoes. Then, she sat down and got to work.


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She was finished with Sano's shoes and just starting on her own when the door flew open. She immediately took on a pose of subservience, and said in a monotone voice that was specifically generated to show defiance, "Welcome home master how may I attend you."

"Mi- Mizuki?"

Time froze for a moment. Nakatsu had gotten several steps into the room after opening the door, and in his shock, his hand let go of the door and it closed behind him with a soft thunk.

`He's a girl! No. That can't be right. He can't be a girl. He's here! A girl couldn't get into a boy's school. Could she? He? Oh my god! He looks so cute. Like an adorable little maid. But why would she be in a maid's outfit. He. A maid… Waiting on my every need… Waking me up with a gentle good morning master Shuichi, time to wake up. Serving me breakfast in bed. Washing me in the bath - then I could wash her.' He stopped himself as he realized the picture in his head was a naked FEMALE Mizuki with pert breasts, kneeling next to him in a furo and scrubbing his back with a sponge. `She's a he. I mean, he's a he. Oh, god.' "You look like a girl." His voice was filled with awe and longing.

`Oh my god. Nakatsu. He sees me. Is he going to think I'm a girl? What do I say? What do I do?' "Nakatsu! It's not what you think. I… I lost a bet with Sano and now I have to be his maid for the day."

The stunned blonde looked on her, and she could see desire in his eyes. "You look like a girl," he said again quietly.

"Oh. Yeah. Well. I… I borrowed the costume from Doctor Umeda - and…" inspiration struck, "RIO! She lent me some of those pads from the Christmas dance - you remember. The ones we used to make us look more like girls?" `I am SO smart! Whew. Quick thinking, Miz-'

She didn't have time to finish the thought. Nakatsu had closed the distance between them and had swept her into a kiss. The frustration he'd felt at being so near to her and unable to do anything for the past year all bubbled to the surface in his passion. His conscious will was only on showing her through this kiss how much she meant to him, how much he loved her.

As his lips descended on hers, she froze in shock. Her eyes were wide, so she saw the look on his face: intent, serene, filled with love and yearning and desire. Her heart was struck by it all. `He really does love me - and he doesn't even know I'm a girl.' She couldn't help it, her body responded. Her arms wrapped around him and she kissed him back.

But her mind flashed back. In her mind, she saw Sano drunk and crawling toward her, felt Sano's soft lips on her own, and she came back to reality. Her arms broke from around him and she wiggled them in between the two of them, her hands on his chest, pushing him away.

She broke free, and was immediately sorry for her actions - although she wasn't sure if she was sorry that she kissed him back, or sorry that she broke it off. His face was a pure picture of dejection.

"I'm sorry. I… shouldn't have done that," he said quietly. He hadn't let her out of his arms, but he had pulled back to give her some space - so that she wouldn't fear that he would kiss her without permission again. "I… just love you so much. I'm really sorry.

"If I ruled the world, I'd be able to stay by your side forever. And you'd feel the same way about me. But…

"I know you don't love me like that. It's okay. I'm glad you still want to be my friend. I really am happy that you love me as a friend - even though I wish you loved me the way… the way you love Sano."

The girl in his arms gasped, and he could see she was surprised that he'd figured it out. "It's not like you hide it that well," he said with a sad smile. "Everyone but Sano can see it. The one you love - the one whose side you want to stay by - is Sano. But…" He looked at her pleadingly.

"Until he realizes it, could you maybe… kiss me again? Just so I can remember how you felt in my arms?" A single tear leaked from one eye and down his cheek. It was too much. Maybe Sano was right and she just was built as a person who NEEDED to take care of those she loved. And she did love Nakatsu - not in the same way she did Sano, but she did love him.

She leaned up and wrapped her arms around him as his lips fell on hers again. This time, he kissed her for all he was worth. He knew in his soul that it would be the last time.


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He'd opened the door and frozen in place. In front of him was like something out of a nightmare. His Mizuki was in the arms of his best friend. Then he heard Nakatsu's voice: "I know you don't love me like that. It's okay. I'm glad you still want to be my friend. I really am happy that you love me as a friend - even though I wish you loved me the way… the way you love Sano."

He was glad that Mizuki had gasped at that. It masked his own.

`She… She loves me? She LOVES me? SHE loves ME?' His brain was frozen in a loop. It broke free. "She LOVES me!" He heard the sadness in his friends voice, and a part of him felt bad. He snuck back out the door, and allowed it to gently and quietly shut behind him.

`She loves me.
`Poor Nakatsu. He loves her, too. And he doesn't even know she's a girl.
`She loves me.' His heart pounded loudly in his chest. `Maybe… maybe…' his brain struggled with the possibilities of how the rest of the day would go.

`Oh no. She loves me. If I go in there, and she'll do whatever I tell her to… I… I have to keep Nakatsu there. Otherwise I… I'll… I've got to keep Nakatsu with us!'

He let his head fall against the door in his dismay and it made a knocking sound. Inside, the two jumped apart. Both of their heartbeats were racing and they smiled up at each other shyly. Attraction was definitely going to add a strain to their relationship now. But they both understood - even though there was attraction, Mizuki's heart still belonged to Sano. And lastly, they both bore some guilt in their hearts - Nakatsu for betraying his best friend, and Mizuki for both kissing Nakatsu and for lying to him. But one… one she could do something about…

"That's probably Sano with lunch," she said with an apologetic smile.

"Yeah. I'll let him in."

"Nakatsu!" she called as he broke away.

He stopped and turned toward her. "Yeah?" His face was a mask - but she could see a small spark of hope still there.

"Uh… I need to tell you something."

He turned more fully to her. "Yeah?" His face was now filled with hope.

`I can't tell him now! Sano's about to come in. And Nakatsu will flip!' "Um… I need to tell you something, but not right now, okay? Later?"

His confusion was apparent, but she gestured toward the door and he said, "Sure."

Sano came in and feigned surprise at Nakatsu being there. Nakatsu smiled at his friend, then grimaced as he saw Mizuki take the trays from Sano and set them on the desk. As she bent over, he could see the lace ruffles on the panties. He barely contained a moan.

Luckily for him, Sano was looking at Mizuki, too - if he had seen the look on Nakatsu's face, he would have probably punched him. Instead, when Sano turned back to the blonde, they both had managed to school their faces into something not resembling that of a horny teenager. And, being desperate to keep himself from doing anything that might destroy what he had built with the girl pretending to be a boy, he blurted out, "Nakatsu! Why don't you join us for lunch?"

Both Mizuki and Nakatsu turned to stare at the jumper, dumbfounded. "What?"

"Join us. Go get a tray and bring it in here. After Mizuki finishes feeding me, he can feed you. He really is quite excellent at being a maid." Mizuki stuck her tongue out at him.

`Thank god. He doesn't know that I kissed Nakatsu. And he doesn't know I'm a girl!' She turned to Nakatsu and thought at him, `Say yes! Otherwise he'll think something's up!'

And all Nakatsu could think was, `Mizuki feeding me like my own maid. This chance may never come again.' "Sure thing. I'll be right back!" And in an instant, he was out the door.

"You just had to spread the humiliation around, didn't you?" Mizuki grumped insincerely. Sano just smiled up at her.

She set the tray down next to where he was now sitting, leaning up against the bed, and began feeding him. He started teasing her and pulling back from the food so that he could lean in closer to her when he took it. Each time Sano leaned forward, he was managing to brush up against her breasts, and the contact was really starting to become distracting. It was soft enough where she continued to be convinced that it was unintentional - and that he didn't know that the breasts he was feeling were real - and it was firm enough that her breasts were tingling and her stomach had begun to feel hot and fluttery.

By the time Nakatsu got back, Mizuki was blushing furiously from the contact. Sano continued eating, and then after he had finished, he "lent" Mizuki to feed Nakatsu, saying he had to go get something. The door shut behind him softly.

Mizuki started to feed Nakatsu, but he stopped her, placing one hand out to prevent her next lean in with food. One hand. Which happened to land on her breast. Which happened to be real.

He stopped, and turned bright red. Then he looked up at her. She was frozen with a look of terror on her face. His hand was still on her breast, which was sensitive from all the "accidental" contact Sano had arranged. Involuntarily, his hand… convulsed. Yes. That's his story and he's sticking to it. There was no thought involved, so it must have been a convulsion. A sigh escaped her lips.

The sensation in his hand… That sound… "It's… that's…" `real!'

Mizuki looked panicked now. `I was going to tell him, but… now…' The feel of his hand on her breast… She leaned into his hand before she could catch herself. Then, she quickly pulled away. Turning so her back was to him, she blurted out, "That's what I wanted to tell you!"

"You're…" `a girl.'

"Yes."

"I'm…" `not gay.'

"No. You're not gay." Her back was still to him, and she was waiting. Frozen. `He'll hate me now. I've been lying to him for so long. He'll absolutely hate me. And I'll get kicked out of here. But… he deserves to know. He's such a good friend. And… He said he loved me. It's not right to keep it from him anymore. But that's over now. Now he'll hate me. And I'll get kicked out of school. Then Sano will find out. And he'll hate me, too. It's all over!' Her panic was carrying her away fast, so she didn't notice Nakatsu smiling and reaching out to her. All she knew was that one second she was alone and terrified, and the next, his arms were wrapped around her, turning her to look at him.

Turning her with the intent to kiss her again. But he saw the look on her face and stopped short. Instead, he just hugged her to him and whispered in her ear, "You… I fell in love with you because you were always an angel to me. You still are." She began crying on his shoulder.

"Hey! Hey! Don't cry! Your face should always be happy!" He held her shoulders just inches from his own and gazed into her eyes. One hand came up to brush away a tear.

"But they're going to kick me out of here now."

Confusion reigned on his face again. "Why would they kick you out of here now?"

Eyes widening, she looked at him with such gratitude. "You mean you're not going to tell?"

"It'll be our little secret, Mizuki. I won't tell anyone. So dry your eyes. And let's eat - you don't have to feed me. You haven't even had a bite yet."


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By the time Sano got back, they were sitting there next to each other, just talking about nothing in particular. Mizuki truly was clueless in the way men's minds worked - she didn't see Nakatsu's struggles to figure out a way to kiss her again without seeming like an asshole or a blackmailer. She just accepted him as her friend as always. And when it came right down to it, that's why he loved her.

"Ta-daa!" Sano revealed what he had gone out to get. Sake. Enough for them ALL to get drunk - even Mizuki, who for some reason could drink every guy in the dorm under the table with the exception of Nanba - but that's another story.

"Sake? Why" Nakatsu was feeling a little odd - like a Benedict Arnold to his best friend. But Mizuki was a girl and had told HIM and NOT Sano… Maybe he still had a chance…

"No real reason. It's just we don't have anything to do for the rest of the day, and I felt like celebrating." `She loves me.' He smiled broadly at them.

Shrugging, they acquiesced. Sano handed the liquor to Mizuki and said, "Plus, now there's something more for you to do, little maid-chan. You can serve us alcohol." Her face turned fierce and he amended it to "All THREE of us, of course!"

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One of the wonders of alcohol is that it doesn't cause you to do things you don't really want to do in the first place. But it does remove the reasons why you never did them before.

After they were tipsy, Sano had the brilliant idea that Mizuki should give the boys massages. Both boys laid on their stomachs in the middle of the floor, with Mizuki between them, rubbing each with one hand.

Then after three more glasses each, Nakatsu commented that it would probably feel better if they took their shirts off. Which was how she got to be touching both of them intimately - her little hands rubbing down their backs, working at knots. Little jolts of electricity coming off one, entering her, transmitting to the other. Then back. The fire that had started in her belly was sinking further down. And it was beginning to make the parts of her that she needed to keep hidden to feel… squishy. And tingly. Like there was something more that would happen soon.

They had had about another three glasses when Sano suggested that maybe some lotion would make it feel even better. By this point, they were beyond tipsy, firmly within the inebriated range, and on their way to becoming plastered. Mizuki was tipsy now, and agreed.

She stood up with barely any effort and made it to the bathroom without any mishaps, grabbing her bottle of lotion.

"Gohd, Mizhukee's ee purteest gurl ever, isn' she, Sahno?" Nakatsu slurred.

"Yeah," Sano responded. "An' when you kish her, her lipps are soooo soff'."

Nakatsu sighed, "Yeah."

…

"Waidh, how dyuu know how sheee kishes?" Nakatsu said belligerently at the same time that Sano responded, "Waidh, YOU know shis a sheeee?"

They looked at each other for a second and then responded again. "Waidh, how dyuu know how sheee kishes?" Sano now asked belligerently at the same time that Nakatsu responded, "Waidh, YOU know shis a sheeee?"

They looked at each other again, then burst out laughing. Mizuki walked in to the room and they didn't notice. Sano was the first to recover from his laughter. He grabbed Nakatsu's arm and looked at him and said, "I realleee luf her. You know tha', rite?"

Nakatsu nodded drunkenly. "Me too. Yer myy bes fren, an' I luv ya, but… I LUUVVV her."

Sano nodded at that. "Yah. Me, too." They looked at each other with great seriousness. Then, they started laughing again. That is until what was just said began to permeate the fog in Mizuki's brain.

`He just said he loves… did he mean… me?' She dropped the bottle of lotion and sat down hard on the floor. Her legs couldn't support her any more.

The two drunk boys turned to look at her and both responded. "Goh, she's byuooful."

"Na… Nakatsu! Did you tell SANO?"

The two looked at each other with their faces scrunched, trying hard to figure out what their love was talking about. It wasn't making sense. What… could Nakatsu have told Sano that would upset her.

She saw them staring blankly at each other and sank to the ground. She sobbed softly, "You promised," and Nakatsu suddenly realized what she meant.

"NO! I dina say nuffin!" He turned to the tall brunette and shook his finger at him, yelling, "How dih you know bout her?!"

The boy looked as chagrined as someone who is blotto is capable of. Then, he muttered softly, "I knew sins rite after she mooffed in. Whin I carried her to the docter the firs time."

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?!" she wailed. Then she buried her face in her hands and began to sob hysterically.

"No. No no no no no," Nakatsu crawled over to one side of her, and started rubbing her back. "Don' cry! Pleas, don' cry." He looked up at Sano for help as one of his hands took one of hers, the other hand continuing to stroke her back to calm her down.

Sano crawled up to her other side and hesitatingly reached out to touch her. "I was scairt… scairt yu'd leaf. I… thot if you dinna know then… you'd… stay." He took her hand and pulled it from her face. He held it tightly in both of his own. "Are you gonna leaf me now Mizuki?"

She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were filled with tears of his own. "Please don' leaf me." She saw his fear - it filled his eyes. It melted her heart. He had said to Nakatsu that he loved her. He loved her.

She leaned in to him, her mouth lifting toward his.

His stomach floated for a moment. She was going to kiss him. She was conscious and was going to kiss him. All the love he felt for her shone off of him like a beacon.

She felt her heart beating heavily. She felt the pulse in the areas that girls keep covered. He was going to kiss her. He was conscious and was going to kiss her. Okay, yeah, he was drunk, but he was conscious enough to know what he was doing, and he was going to kiss her.

As she leaned in, Nakatsu watched the two with sadness in his heart. He couldn't win. He stopped rubbing her back and tried to let go of her hand, but she grasped it tightly. She was leaning in to kiss his best friend - his rival and his best friend - and she was grasping his hand like a lifeline. What did that mean?

They kissed passionately. With abandon. And through it all, she held onto Nakatsu's hand, stroking the back of it unconsciously with her thumb. As she moaned, Nakatsu moaned in response.

The sound caused the couple to pull apart. They guiltily looked over at Nakatsu, and he shrugged at them.

There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted a couple minutes, as they all thought over what had happened in the room so far that day.But no one moved until Nakatsu couldn't stand it any more.

Cracking a huge grin he said, "So which one of us kisses better?"

After they all stopped laughing, he said again, "No. seriously. Which one of us kisses better?"

"Oh, no! I'm not answering that!"

"Why not?" This was from Sano.

"Because it's not fair. It puts me on the spot. The only way I'll answer is if… Is if…" She got a wicked gleam in her eyes and continued. "If you guys kiss each other and each of you tell me who kisses best. The person with the most votes wins!"

"Really? Well, what does the winner win?"

Mizuki thought about it for a second and then said triumphantly, "A kiss from both of the others - one where they try to make the winner choose who comes in second place."

The boys thought about it for a second. Then nodded. Mizuki grinned and clapped her hands.

They turned to face each other. `Just think of Mizuki!' they each thought as they leaned in to each other. `Don't think about how you're kissing your best friend.' They both put an image of Mizuki firmly in their minds, and their lips met.

The firmness of the other quickly made them aware that the other was their MALE friend, not the woman they loved. But in the back of their mind, a new thought was buzzing. `But I do love him as a friend, right?'

"Hey! You guys better try harder! Remember, you're trying to get the most votes! Whoever wins, I'll make their kiss from me extra special!" she taunted them, trying to see if she could get them to kiss each other they way they'd both kissed her. There wasn't really any thought behind it. It just seemed like a funny thing to do at the time.

Alcohol can do that to you. Make things seem funny.

It can also make things seem more important. Winning. Winning was very important all of a sudden. And that thought in the back of their heads was growing, nurtured by the memories of every time they had stood up for each other, been there for each other. They each opened their mouths, and as their hands around each others' backs began to stroke gently, their tongues began to dance.

Firmer, but still…

Muskier, but still…

The feeling of each other underneath their fingers was all of a sudden very… pleasurable.

Mizuki sat back with her mouth open, watching the two of them. Hot. It was getting hot in here. Very hot. But she couldn't open a window in that outfit or someone might see her. And why did she feel like… like… she didn't know what, but she was feeling different watching the two of them. If she had consciously paid attention to it, she would have noticed that moisture had begun pooling in her core.

They were so… soo… All of a sudden, she hoped that she won so she could kiss them both again. Then one of them moaned. And she didn't notice it, but her hand had strayed up to her breast and was lightly rubbing the nipple. She moaned in response, but the boys just continued kissing. Sano's hand had worked down Nakatsu's back and was stroking the blonde's butt gently. Nakatsu had one hand in Sano's hair, and the other was pulling the brunette's body tighter to his own.

They broke for air panting.

"Uh…" Nakatsu stammered.

"Wow," Sano breathed softly.

They continued to just look at the floor for a couple of seconds, neither daring to look up at the other.

"Well… Now you two vote!"

They grinned at each other. In stereo they replied, "Mizuki." But Nakatsu continued, "But… that could just be because we're both guys, and so we have to vote for you… Because…" He grinned sheepishly and looked up at his best friend. "DAMN!"

Sano blushed a deep red and mumbled, "I could say the same thing."

"Yay! Now I don't have to vote!"

They both turned on her. "Oh no!" Nakatsu said.

"You said that the winner - YOU - would have to choose second place."

She smiled at them both and said, "Well… you both better try your hardest to convince me… Because I'm going to judge just based on the kiss and NOTH-" As the boys' smiles became more predatory, her speech faltered.

Nakatsu grabbed her hand and pulled her in to him. Before he lowered his lips to hers, he whispered, "I love you, Mizuki." Staring into her eyes, she saw the truth of his words until he closed them and claimed her lips. Immediately, their mouths parted and their tongues began to duel.

Sano watched the display with alternating envy and passion. He felt his gaze darken, his erection - which had gotten it's start earlier during the massage, and which had continued to grow throughout the entire kissing debate - began to throb almost painfully. His rival was kissing his love. His rival was his best friend - the one who had stood by him when everyone else thought he was a stuck-up ass. The one who had told him once that even though they were rivals, he was not willing to give up their friendship. Nakatsu - the only person he'd ever kissed who kissed as good as Mizuki. Although he'd never admit to anyone how incredibly hot that kiss had been.

Nakatsu's hands had worked down her back and were firmly supporting her ass, under the skirt, hands on the ruffled panties. His strong arms lifted her up and her legs instinctively parted so that he could place her on his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist and Nakatsu was in heaven. Mizuki's arms were pulling him tighter to her, one hand thoroughly wrapped in his hair, the other with fingers splayed, digging into his back.

Their bodies pressed against each other, rubbing, and she felt…something… that she just needed to adjust… if she just shifted a bit more…

The pressure was amazing. He was kissing the woman he loved. She was kissing him back, and her legs around his waist… She began to move, and he felt his erection push against her center - hot.. so hot… and dampness had started to soak through her underwear. He made the move to start laying her down on her back and suddenly he remembered where he was - what he was doing. With a Herculean effort, he broke from the kiss and leaned back from her.

Her eyes blinked several times. Nakatsu was in front of her… breathing heavily… And she hadn't quite found the spot she was looking for.

Before she had a chance to catch her breath, hands grasped her from behind and lifted her onto his lap. Straddling the man she'd come across the ocean to see, she felt what she'd been looking for in Nakatsu's arms. "Do you love me, Mizuki?" His face was a plea - begging her for her to return the love he felt, and she nodded at him shyly. His mouth plundered hers immediately, and she began to writhe up and down on the firmness she could feel through his jeans. Her hands were grasping his shoulders, running through his silky hair. His were on her ass, massaging and pulling her core closer to him, increasing the friction.

Nakatsu watched, and involuntarily one hand went down to his erection. He began to mimick the action she had tried to do with him - the one he had kept her from doing - the one she was doing right now with Sano. Sano. His rival. His best friend. Sano, who kissed at least as good as Mizuki, but who wasn't Mizuki, so couldn't be the winner. Sano - who had firm shoulders - ones that had supported him through troubles. Sano, who - he had to admit - had turned him on during their kiss almost as much as Mizuki had. Maybe he was gay after all. No. He must be bi. Somehow, though, that thought wasn't the least bit disturbing. The scene in front of him was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

Breaking for air, Mizuki pulled back, her breasts heaving against the costume. Both boys' eyes were drawn to her chest for a second before they made their way back up to her face.

All three were breathing heavily now.

"Can I… get a second kiss so I can tell for sure who's second?"

Sano grinned, and kissed her again. But this time, Nakatsu came up behind her and began kissing at her neck and shoulders. She moaned into Sano's mouth, and he broke from the kiss and started working down her neck to her breast.

Turning her head to give the brunette better access, she found her mouth plundered again by Nakatsu. Sano's mouth had pushed the fabric out of the way, and was now lapping lightly at the tip of her breast, then nipping it gently with his teeth. She moaned with each ministration.

Nakatsu's tongue explored her mouth thoroughly, and her tongue danced with his.

Without knowing how it happened, she found herself lying on her back, a boy on either side, both of them kissing her neck, her mouth, taking turns at her breasts.

Fingers under her back untied the apron, on her front unlaced the corset, setting the dress free. A couple more buttons and the girl - who had spent so much time and effort hiding her sex from everyone - was now exposed to the two in front of her. The skirt covered her lower half, but her beautifully shaped breasts were visible for the first time since she'd come to Japan.

Kisses distracted her as two hands - one from each of the boys - worked in sync to slide the skirt and her underwear over her hips. Both men who loved her gazed down on her and whispered the same word: "Beautiful."

Before she could get embarrassed, Sano began to kiss her on the mouth, his hand tracing circles toward the triangle of hair that covered her sex.

Nakatsu feasted at her breasts, his hands stroking lightly up and down her belly.

Sano's hand found it's way through the curls to her private folds, and she gasped into his mouth.

"Tell us to stop and we will," the brunette paused from their kiss to reassure her. His hand stopped its explorations and hovered near to her mound, close enough that she could feel it was near, but far enough away where she'd have to ask for it back.

"Tell us to continue and we will," Nakatsu continued the thought. He'd pulled back from her breast, and looked at her.

Being a true girl, she blinked twice and then asked, "What happens after?"

"After?" they asked.

Swallowing hard, she clarified, "After you make love to me." It was clear that the you was plural.

The boys looked at each other and nodded. "You'll have to choose one of us."

"I… Can't choose you both?"

They smiled and Nakatsu answered, "We'll deal with that later. Whatever happens, we'll both love you."

She smiled and then a thought hit her. "And you two?"

Sano smiled and kissed her nose. "We'll still love each other, too, koibito."

Closing her eyes in bliss, she said, "I love you both… Take me, please?"

Falling back to their ministrations, they took turns bringing her to orgasm manually. After her fourth, she pulled back and said, "You now." Then she glanced meaningfully at their jeans. They took the hint and soon joined her on the floor, in an equal state of undress. Her eyes devoured their forms. `Dear god! They're both so… so…' "Beautiful." One hand reached out to trace down Nakatsu's chest, while she kissed down Sano's. She licked lightly down his smooth chest, and nipped when she got far enough down his waist that there were hairs. Her hand on Nakatsu mimicked her mouth's actions.

The tip of Sano's cock had dribbled a clear liquid. Curious, she licked at it and he moaned. Encouraged, she began to lick up and down the rod, experimenting to see what he liked best. As she became immersed in the job her mouth was giving to her roommate, her hands faltered in their trail on Nakatsu. The blonde refused to be put out. He crawled over to her body, crawled under her and eased her knees apart. Once there, he licked down her belly to her triangle, and then gently began to lick at her juices. When he heard her moan around Sano's rod, he became more bold and his tongue darted in. Her moans around his best friend got louder, so he began to thrust his tongue in and out, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock, what… what he felt from the hand that had grasped his manhood and was now stroking him in a practiced, measured, experienced pace.

Mizuki's mouth on his cock was unbelievable. He'd spent more than a year forcing himself to NOT think about how this would feel. Except that he HAD thought about it. And it had never come close to measuring up to the reality. He wanted to give back to her, but she wasn't in a position where he could do anything but receive.

And then, Nakatsu had shifted underneath her, and he could see him tasting her. His best friend's tongue where he wished he could be every day for the rest of his life. When his love moaned around his cock, his jealousy faded into gratitude that Nakatsu had filled the need that he wasn't currently able to. He noticed that Nakatsu's pelvis was within easy reach of his hand. It was only fair right? Mizuki came and Nakatsu licked up her juices. Her moan sent shudders around Sano's cock, and he came into her mouth, his hot essence being swallowed by the attentions of the girl he loved most. The intensity of his orgasm caused his hand to tighten in it's rhythm on his best friend. Nakatsu cried out his orgasm - in his ecstasy, he cried one word, "Mi-no!"

Lying around each other, spent for the time being, Sano spoke for everyone in the room. "Yeah. I can't decide either."

"Guess we'll have to have a rematch?" Mizuki said, then blushed at her forwardness. The boys laughed, and Mizuki leaned up and pulled Sano's blanket off his bed to cover the three of them as they napped - six arms and legs thoroughly entwined - just like their emotions.

Whoever said three is a crowd never knew love like this.

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