Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love-Hate Relationship ❯ Freaky Fivesome ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: the characters and the plot all belong to me, since this is my own original story.

Warnings: moderate language, some sex, and implied stuff,

Author's Notes: Wow, this chapter STILL ended up 12 pages long! I'm kinda shocked and stunned by my own accomplishment, lol. A lot of stuff is going on, and this may just be the most weirdest chapter yet! Enjoy!



Love-Hate Relationship IV: Freaky Fivesome

Jousho Oshiro walked up the steps to the third floor of the apartment building he and his “wife” lived in, heaving a sigh as he unlocked the door. He hoped that they wouldn’t be going at it again.

When he walked inside, closing the door behind him, the red-haired man’s fears were confirmed: Jiirosho and Daiki were indeed at it again, he could hear his beloved wife’s cries of ecstasy in the other room. He couldn’t leave Daiki and Jiirosho alone all day, there was just no mistaking it. Hell, even if Jousho had been here and not at work, they would’ve tried to rope him into having a threesome or something.

He didn’t even bother to call out any type of greeting, they’d realize he was here eventually. Instead, Jousho stuck a T.V. dinner in the oven and made his way into the bathroom to shower and unwind from a long day of working, emotion-god style.

Meanwhile, the now-weary young god was laying on the bed, feeling sleepy after his recent release. Daiki’s body just couldn’t keep up with his will, much to older Jiirosho’s disappointment. He was still young after all, and also slightly small for his age. “Man, I need to go shower but I don’t feel like getting up,” Daiki whined.

“Sounds like Jousho’s home, and he’s in the shower,” Jiirosho said, ignoring Daiki’s previous comment.

“Maybe we should go in there and surprise him?” the raven suggested.

“If you’d get up,” Jiirosho replied, tugging at Daiki’s arm. Reluctently, he got up and followed Jiirosho into the bathroom, going through the door adjacent to the bedroom.

Since the water was running, Jousho didn’t hear the pair come in the bathroom. He had his back turned as he scrubbed, and was ambushed by Daiki, who almost knocked the older man over.

“Welcome home Jojo!” Daiki greeted his husband in his usually cheery voice.

“Wow, I didn’t think you two would notice I even made it home. You sounded awful busy,” Jousho commented, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“Of course I noticed, I want to shower with my big sexy, please?” Daiki said in a way similar to a kid’s pleading.

“Yeah, me too,” Jiirosho piped in, smiling.

“You can,” Jousho responded, pointing to Daiki. “But not him, he can go change the sheets instead.”

“You’re finally rid of my presence, and you decide to treat me like this?” Jiirosho exclaimed, faking looking hurt. “Making me do your dirty work?”

“Actually, your dirty work is probably all over my bed, so take care of that for me,” Jousho instructed, shooing his other half out the bathroom while wrapping an arm around his raven’s naked waist.

If you’re wondering by now what is going on, Sora has indeed kept up his end of the bargain and was actually able to separate Jousho and Jiirosho’s dominant spirits, making them two separate people. Thus, ending the dominance battle between the two (the internal battle, that is). And now Jiirosho and Daiki are both happy people, but Jousho isn’t exactly feeling better about Jiirosho being home with Daiki all day while he works. Sure, he doesn’t see it as cheating and has no problem with them doing whatever they do all day, but he’s sick of always doing all the working while Jiirosho gets to have all the fun.

“Dai, do you have a preference over me or Jiirosho?” Jousho asked, knowing if Daiki did he’d probably lie about it but decided to ask anyways.

“No, there’s different things that you both do, different ways you act, and I like them all. I know it sounds cliché, but I really do like you two equally. You’re sensitive, gentle and sweet, you’ve just got to fight Jiirosho for your ‘Daiki and me’ time.” the raven explained, his body now resting against his husband’s body as the water ran over them both.

“But by the time I always get home from work, I’m always left with an exhausted Daiki,” Jousho pointed out, trailing rough kisses along Daiki’s neck.

“I’m not that exhausted,” he whined.

“Then you won’t mind if I do this will you?” Jousho said before pinning his lover against the tiled wall, kissing him more passionately, filled with longing.

“Mmmn,” Daiki moaned into the kiss. “I’ve missed you so much, and I didn’t even realize it until now.”

“You sure you aren’t too tired?” Jousho questioned, the teen shaking his head.

Meanwhile, only a room away, was Jiirosho reluctantly taking the blankets off the bed and throwing them into the small laundry basket, so they could be taken to the laundry room. “Stupid Jousho… hogging all the fun to himself… could’ve let me shower too…,” the darker male grumbled.

After getting all the dirty sheets off, he went to go get the clean ones before hearing a knock at the door. Sighing, he headed to the front door, only to find Netami and Ureshii. He always thought Ureshii was cute in the same sense that Daiki was cute; the blonde was just so cute and innocent he just wanted to strip him and fuck him right there and hear exactly how loud he could get. And then there was Netami, the one Jiirosho tried to convince Jousho to get with a long time ago, back in high school even when he came out. But of course, Jousho didn’t listen, not wanting to date one of his best friends even though he turned around and went out with that Kanashii girl anyways. Netami, for some odd reason, evoked odd thoughts of Dom/sub style torture in Jiirosho (although Daiki did too). He just wanted to see that normally serious man chained up and legs spread before him… If he didn’t stop thinking like that, he was going to end up getting hard in front of their guests.

“So what brings you two here?” he asked casually.

“Wanted to tell Jousho that Ureshii is happily back to being a human of the male variety,” Netami announced, wrapping an arm around the blonde’s waist.

“And don’t we all just love him better that way?” Jiirosho commented.

“Hey, where is Jousho and the little pissant?” Netami questioned, referring to Daiki as a pissant since he always succeeds in pissing the brunette off.

Jiirosho made a motion to the bathroom door, where you could hear the muffled sounds of the shower running, and possibly some other noises. Possibly.

“Eh, of course. Well I’ll just hang around and raid his fridge until he’s… not busy,” Netami announced, heading to the kitchen, leaving a confused Ureshii standing before Jiirosho.

“Don’t you have some kind of home to go to?” Jiirosho argued, wanting to get rid of the both of them before he was tempted to do something that would make Jousho really upset. Plus he still had to make up the bed.

“I don’t feel like leaving just yet, I just wanna hang around,” Netami replied from the kitchen, looking through the red-head’s fridge.

Jiirosho gave up on Netami and moved on to the blonde, who had settled on the couch. The older man walked over to the couch and sat beside Ureshii, a little too close for the blonde’s comfort. “Are you bored?” Jiirosho questioned.

“Yeah, kind of,” Ureshii replied, scooting away as Jiirosho inched his way closer. “But I’m not that bored if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That hurts, y’know? I don’t know why you can’t throw a little of that cuteness my way,”

“Netami’ll be pissed,” Ureshii pointed out.

“We don’t have to leave him out…” Jiirosho suggested.

“He doesn’t go for stuff like that,”

“But what about you?”

“Jiji get off…” Ureshii hissed, as Jiirosho’s hands found his way to the blonde’s hips.

“Aww you’re no fun…” Jiirosho pouted.

“Jiirosho,” Jousho warned, standing in the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. The darker man finally backed off Ureshii, knowing that there would be hell to pay if Netami were to walk in and find him messing with his boyfriend. “You need to get some kind of a life you know,” the red-head spoke.

“I just don’t get you all, you’re always trying to deny a poor man what he needs,” Jiirosho complained as he headed back to the bedroom to finish putting on the clean sheets he neglected earlier.

“You can’t just go around trying to seduce someone’s boyfriend,” Jousho explained, as Daiki came out of the bathroom at the same time Netami came out of the kitchen, completely nude.

“Wha- hey! Kid, do you often go around stark when you have company over?” Netami exclaimed.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you guys were over here,” Daiki apologized, blushing as he hid behind his half-covered husband. “But as long as you don’t mind…”

“Trust me, he minds. Now lets go get dressed, okay?” Jousho interrupted, escorting the raven into the bedroom, closing the door before Netami and Daiki got into another fight.

While they were getting dressed, Ureshii and Netami were sitting on the couch while the T.V. was on, Netami eating something he got from the kitchen.

“I wonder, if Jousho and Daiki are husband and wife, then what does that make Jiirosho?” Ureshii asked the brunette beside him.

“I guess that makes Jiirosho Daiki’s second husband or something, I don’t know. I’ve never heard of anything like this happening before,” Netami replied, spooning something off his plate into his lover’s mouth like he was a kid.

“You’ve got to stop coming over here and stealing Jousho’s food even if it is good,”

“I know. But I wonder who’s cooking this stuff, Jojo couldn’t cook anything to save his life, and my guess is that Jiirosho is no better,”

“It could be Daiki you know,” Ureshii pointed out.

“Nah, Daiki can’t cook, remember?” Netami reminded him, just as Daiki snuck up on the brunette and embraced him.

“Ne-ne!” he shouted, scaring Netami as Ureshii laughed. After the initial shock, Netami was pissed at the fact that this kid could pretty much get away with murder and still be cute. And Netami used to not let any of this stand, but even after the kid pushed his luck by plopping down in Netami’s lap and smiling up at him all cute and in his pajamas, he couldn’t help but to think ‘aww’ even for a second. The brunette was actually starting to understand why Jousho liked Daiki so much, and Daiki was even starting to grow on him. He even remembered the first time Daiki tried to pull that flirty crap with him, “Don’t be jealous… you can have me in your hands if you want to,” the teen had said back then. Now, Netami wondered what would Daiki feel like, and how would it feel to discover every inch of the boy’s body. He quickly shook those horrible thoughts out of his head and shooed the raven away, “C’mon, cut that out! Get off!”

Daiki had a pout on his face as he did what he was told.

“See I told you to stay away from him,” Jousho said as he walked out of the bedroom, fully clothed in flannel pajamas. Netami wondered if his best friend was completely oblivious to the fact that his “wife” was hitting on someone else. If so, Jousho didn’t seem to be worried about it.

“Why do you hate me so much?” the teen questioned.

“Look, I don’t hate you, I just hate the way you act so hyper all the time. Chill out,” Netami explained.

Actually, Daiki had been feeling pretty tired after having come several times that evening while he already didn’t have the stamina to match Jiirosho, or Jousho for that matter, being so little compared to his bigger husbands. Nights like tonight he probably would’ve eaten and then gone to sleep, but since Netami was here he couldn’t help but want to tease him. He liked Netami, not as much as Jousho of course, but he knew that Netami would never voluntarily leave Ureshii for anything. The only thing was, thinking thoughts about someone else reminded him of what Jakkie said before, about him being such a sex addict as to go and cheat on his husband. He never wanted to cheat on Jousho, but he always wondered if they could have one of those open marriage type deals… hell it was practically already like one.

“Daiki, did you fix the food that Netami found in the fridge?” Ureshii asked, curious.

“Yeah, I’ve been practicing cooking for Jojo on some nights,” Daiki admitted, blushing. “I didn’t think it turned out that good.”

“I think it was really good,” Netami complimented him.

“I like the way you just went through my leftovers,” Jousho said, kidding slightly.

“Well, I’m full. I’m guessing it’s time that we dash, since it’s getting late. We can just go upstairs and crash in Ureshii’s apartment,” Netami said, handing the now empty plate over to Jousho. “We had a lovely time eating your food.”

“Thanks, I’m coming over to your house Netami and stealing your food tomorrow,” Jousho replied as he showed Ureshii and Netami to the door.

After the pair had left, he placed the plate in the sink with the other dishes that Jiirosho had failed to do liked he had asked. Jiirosho was starting to really piss Jousho off. He was here, but he wasn’t the slightest bit useful. All he would do was screw his wife half to death when he didn’t have to work, and when Daiki was at work, he would hang around in his underwear and snack all day. He didn’t do any laundry, shopping, or cleaning even though he often had dirty clothes, ate all the available food, or dirtied up the apartment! Jiirosho’s favorite thing to do was to eat up all the strawberry ice cream, and that was Jousho’s favorite thing to eat after a long day of working. He also loved watching one of three things: “Who’s Your Baby Daddy?” in the morning, “Juel, Sapphire, and Their 27 Kids” in the afternoon, and various X-rated porno at night. On several occasions, those things had been left in the DVD player and caused him much embarrassment on his movie nights. In short, Jiirosho did a multitude of things that only caused the red-head grief. But the one that bothered him the most, was the fact that he had sex with Daiki so much that he’d be too tired to even go one round with Jousho by the time he got home! Now that was just plain selfish, and he could tell why it had been meant for him and Jiji to not actually have any contact with each other.

As Jousho walked into the bedroom, he could hear Jiirosho pleading with Daiki about something. “C’mon Dai, it’s only nine-forty, why are you going to bed so early?”

“Jiji I wanna go to sleep now, besides I have to work in the morning,” Daiki groaned, pulling a pillow on top of his head. Jiirosho looked disappointed.

“Jiirosho, we’re going to sleep now. We actually work, unlike some people, and need to rest. You go sleep out on the couch or something,” Jousho ordered.

“Why do I have to get kicked out of the bedroom now? First you kick me out the bathroom, and now the bedroom. I live here too you know,” Jiirosho argued, sitting up on the edge of the bed now.

“You don’t pay rent, you don’t pay for groceries, you don’t do much of anything! The only thing you do pay for is that damn channel on the television I didn’t even know existed!” It’s true, he didn’t even discover there was an x-rated movie channel on his cable until Netami suspiciously wanted to keep coming over to watch T.V. when Jousho wasn’t even home, or until Daiki kept staying out in the living room watching T.V. half the night.

“Actually I paid for that,” Daiki admitted, turning towards Jousho with a slight blush of embarrassment on his face.

“See? You don’t even pay for your own porn! So why the hell should I let you keep sleeping in my bed? There’s only enough room in it for me and Daiki, not you,”

Jiirosho finally gave up, muttering something about going to go take a shower before leaving the bed room.

“I told you, all you had to do was fight for your ‘Daiki and me’ time, and it’s worked,” the raven said, smiling as he laid on his pillow with the clean comforter covering him.

“I know, but you’re tired and you need your rest,” Jousho said, turning off the lights and joining his spouse under the covers.

“Thanks for being so considerate, I am really sleepy,” Daiki yawned, before turning to face Jousho to kiss him good night. “Good night Jojo, love you.”

“Love you,”

The events that occurred the following morning were nothing short of painfully awkward for both of the involved parties.

What happened was, Jousho had been the first one to wake up that morning, so he decided to have a little fun waking the sleeping raven up. First, he started by kissing the raven roughly along, his neck, causing Daiki to stir from his sleep. Then, he wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him closer, before teasing the teen’s nipples, causing a small smile of pleasure to start on the boy’s face. After that, Jousho’s hands made it down Daiki’s pajama pants, moving up and down his length making him writhe in pleasure.

Now Daiki was being teased while he was still half sleep, so the next thing the boy did wasn’t exactly the smartest thing. Let’s just say someone’s name came out of the boy’s mouth that wasn’t Jousho’s.

“…What did you say?” Jousho questioned, stopping his actions.

It took a second before Daiki actually realized what he did, and then you could see the shock set in. “Um, it was an accident Jojo…” the poor boy explained, looking at his husband wide-eyed.

“I’m just going to get ready for work, okay?” Jousho announced before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door without another word.

“Oh man, I just can’t believe I did that… I moaned Netami’s name instead of Jousho’s,” he gasped. “I’m so stupid, now I’m sure Jojo’s really pissed.”

“I knew it’d only be a matter of time before you did it,” Jiirosho interrupted from the doorway.

“Did you and your hand have fun last night?” Daiki asked, purposely trying to annoy Jiirosho to make himself feel better, but to no avail it didn’t work this time.

“Whenever I think about Ureshii I always have fun,”

“That’s dirty,”

“Dirtier than you? Thinking about your husband’s best friend, what’s the matter with you?” Jiirosho scolded the young boy. “I’m not married nor am I really their friends.”

“I don’t know, but lately I’ve just been… curious. I love Jousho still, no doubt about that, but stuff just goes through my head like: what would one time with Netami be like?”

“Man I know the feeling, I’d like to plow into both Ureshii and Netami’s tight asses,” Jiirosho sighed with longing. “Hell, all the men around here are cute, but taken. Otona? I’d fuck him. Hitori? Fuck him. Aishu? Fuck him. And don’t even get me started on the women, I’d fuck them too. Kanashii? Fuck her. Amai? Fuck her. Oh and Vermillion is such a milf, she’s one sexy ass milf.” Jiirosho droned on with his list of people he’d sleep with even past the point where he couldn’t use fingers anymore. Once he was through, his list included virtually every angel he’d ever seen that was legal, including Kami himself. That’s why he emphasized that he definitely wouldn’t fuck Jakkie, Lian, or Sora until they turned eighteen.

“Well thank you for that extensive list. I’m going to go get started on breakfast, excuse me,”

Since Jousho hadn’t really spoken to Daiki since this morning when the incident occurred, their car ride to work was completely silent, and the breakfast conversation consisted of Jiirosho explaining why he would fuck those people from his earlier list.

Meanwhile, Netami was feeling extremely guilty about something similar in nature himself. Last night, when he was at home (he couldn’t sleep over with Ureshii because Kiku was yelling at him to come get his kids) he didn’t dream about his blonde like usual, he dreamt about the raven instead. No one knew about it, but he almost wanted to collapse at Ureshii’s feet and confess that he dreamt about another man, and how sorry he was that he did. That thing with Daiki on his lap looking all cute mixed with the fact he watched too much porn last night caused all this, he knows. The guilt was just eating away at the brunette, and he needed to tell someone, but it couldn’t be Jousho or Kanashii. And if he couldn’t confide in his two best friends, who could he confide in?

He decided on Kiku, his older and wiser sister-like best friend.

“Yeah, I’ve dreamt about other men besides my husband before, it’s really not that big of a deal Ne,” she explained, once the two were in the confines of the older woman’s office.

“Wait… who?” Netami wondered, eyeing the woman suspiciously.

“We’re not in here to get into who it was Ne, just rest assured that I’d never actually sleep with the man because even though he is sexy, he’s undeniably stupid when it comes to love matters,” she replied, smirking.

“Jousho?”

“Sorry I made a mistake, he’s stupid when it comes to everything else too,”

Netami made a face at the older woman, and she laughed, guessing he had finally caught on. “That’s creepy.”

“What I’m saying is, dreaming about other people is harmless, as long as you still love the person you’re with the same. Do you still love Ureshii the same?”

“Of course I do, it’s just… this isn’t the first time I’ve dreamt about Dai before when I was at home alone. And plus, he’s my best friend’s spouse, and I mean the feeling’s just so strong that I want to sleep with him for real. But we both know I can’t do that,”

“Hey Netami, wanna know a secret? As long as you don’t tell Jousho I told,” Kiku said, inching closer to the brunette. “All day, Jo and Dai haven’t been speaking at all. I asked Jousho why, and he said that Dai slipped up and said your name.”

“Are you serious?” Netami groaned, rubbing his temples, trying to fight an oncoming stress headache.

“Yes. But I was thinking, maybe you and Dai have some type of deep, repressed sexual urges for each other that just need to be let out, y’know? Remember what happened the first day Dai started working here?” Kiku reminded him.

“Yes, I almost killed the little bastard. So what does that have to do with me suddenly liking him?”

“Well maybe in that two years time you two never talked, your subconscious built up some kind of need for him. He is cute, and it was pretty odd that everyone besides you thought so,”

“That’s a load of bull,” Netami pointed out.

“Okay, you’re right, my theory makes no sense. Sorry, just trying to help. My suggestion is to ask Jousho if you can ‘borrow’ Daiki for one night,” Kiku suggested. “Maybe once you get your one night with him, you realize how much you appreciate Ureshii more.”

“…Can you ask him for me?” Netami asked, fearing of feeling the wrath of his friend in a bad mood. Oh wait, his bad mood doesn’t live in his body anymore.

“…Yes, I’ll ask him for you,” she promised, deciding to give the annoying Netami a break.

As the onyx haired woman headed out the door, Netami grabbed her by the wrist at the last minute. “Kiku… do you really think this is alright?”

“No,” she laughed. “But it’s worth a shot anyways.”

“You want Daiki… and Netami… to do what?” Jousho asked, slowly. The pained look in his eyes was almost enough to make Kiku wish she hadn’t agreed to ask for Netami.

“I know it’s a long shot Jo, but I think it might cure the problem. Daiki loves you, there’s no mistaking it, but his mind is just wandering. And Netami is well, Netami. Just think about it,” Kiku pleaded.

“But I just don’t like the whole idea of this open-marriage thing. If they’re going to all start having sex with each other then we might as well move into a big house and say we’re all married to each other or some shit like that,” Jousho complained. “Who does that? It’s just morally wrong!”

“Who cares about your morals if you guys are happy?”

“…So do you really think we should move into a house together and proclaim we’re all married to each other?”

“If that’s what makes you all happy!” Kiku exclaimed, immediately regretting giving the red head that notion. He’s crazy enough to actually consider doing it. “Look, my point is, don’t write the whole open marriage thing off just yet, you and Dai… and I guess Jiirosho, should think about it.”

“But I already know they’re going to say-”

“Think about this: if you can let them go, if they love you truly they’ll come back. That’s all I’m going to say,” Kiku finished, leaving out the office.

“What are you thinking about, Jousho?” the little goddess of knowledge, Hoshi, questioned.

Jousho couldn’t stand to go straight home after work, so he let Daiki take the car home while he sat in the park to think about things. Coincidentally, his most precious friend Kami and his wife Hoshi were there too.

“Extremely complicated things, Hoshi,” Kami answered before Jousho even could. As much as he liked talking to Kami, the ruling god over all other gods, he hated the fact that he could read minds and auras. “I can’t even tell what you’re feeling right now, the colors are such a mess,” the silver-haired man sighed, putting a comforting hand on Jousho’s shoulder.

“I’m not quite sure what to do about something… I think something’s wrong with my marriage,” Jousho explained.

After sensing the tenseness of the conversation, Hoshi exclaimed, “Well, I think I’ll let you two talk. Catch up with me when you’re through?”

Kami nodded toward the young-looking girl, before turning back to talk to Jousho. “Just remember that Daiki is a young man, significantly younger than the rest of you. He’s still practically a child, even though he’s of legal age, he has a young spirit and he’s never going to grow up much.

“What is that all supposed to mean?”

“Think about it: Daiki is young, acts even younger, and he’s an extremely sexual being. Although even the common angel could tell he loves you genuinely, it’s not in the nature for many eighteen year olds to want to settle down with one person. And I think he’s kind of battling with that, wouldn’t you think so?”

“Yeah, I can see what you’re saying. But what about Netami? He’s as old as I am and he just can’t seem to keep his dick in his pants for a second! He doesn’t strike me as the type to cheat on Ureshii but if presented with the opportunity I just don’t know…”

“Sounds just like his cousin Otona, doesn’t he? Neither of them can sit still for a minute, they’re always busy… no matter what it is they spend their time doing. You know what I mean… But the point is, Netami’s just you’re spoiled little best friend, you either give him what he wants or hear him gripe about it until he forgets the whole thing- given his dirty mind that might take awhile to forget. Did that help you at all?”

“Actually, I think that cleared up some stuff for me. Now I think I know what I’m going to do,” Jousho exclaimed, feeling better than when he got there.

“Whatever you decide to do, don’t worry about whether it’s ‘right’ or ‘wrong’, just do what you have to do,” Kami reminded the red-head before waving good bye so he could go catch up with Hoshi.

“Don’t worry, I will,” Jousho promised, before anxiously heading home.

Daiki was home alone , laying on the bed while he was victim to his dirty thoughts. It was killing him that he just couldn’t get Netami out of his mind, when his thoughts should only drift to that of his husband.

He was laying in the bed, in peace since Jiirosho was away at the store for once, and the young teen was almost asleep before he heard an urgent knock at his door.

The raven reluctantly made his way to the apartment door and on the other side was none other than his most wanted companion and his worst enemy all rolled into one, Netami. Without his blonde anywhere in sight.

“Hey Daiki, is Jousho back from work yet?” the brunette asked, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with the teen.

“No,” he flat out replied.

Netami started to take that as an invitation to leave and check in again later, until Daiki offered, “You can stay her until he gets back, he should be home soon.”

“Well… alright,” Netami replied, walking into the living room. He saw no harm in just staying a little while, as long as the two kept their distance.

They both sat on the couch and Daiki handed Netami the remote, feeling a bit upset that since Netami was here he couldn’t watch that channel that Jousho didn’t know about. Well, used to not know about. The funny thing was that he didn’t feel the need to watch it until Netami got here, to get rid of that sudden sexual tension he was suddenly feeling. He was only a foot away from the source of his most recent fantasies, but unlike any other time in his life, he couldn’t act upon his instincts. And his instincts were telling him to either jack off whilst not caring whether the brunette saw or not, or even convince said brunette to do it for him.

As Netami was absent-mindedly channel surfing, he turned to look at the raven for a slight second to find that he was also looking at him, or more so staring in that hungry way that Daiki tended to stare at Jousho. It told him that the teen was definitely plotting something, and to be on his guard. Netami chuckled inwardly at how novice Daiki was, you could read his every thought. Still, it was another thing that made him so cute, all his facial expressions.

“Hey wait a second,” Daiki exclaimed, pulling the remote away from Netami.

“Is this…?” Netami questioned, looking at the T.V.

“My favorite show!” they both cried out.

Now they both knew that this show wasn’t the exact kind of thing you watched when you had company, but the two perverts loved the show. It was called “Hot Cases,” a show about a male detective who always solved his cases by using his seductive and sexual persuasion. It was very predictable, and rather corny at times, but the boys still liked it due to all the naked men and women.

“I didn’t know anyone else liked this show but me,” he commented. “It’s kind of kinky, and kind of dirty… And Jojo doesn’t like me watching this stuff.”

“Is he your keeper? No. I mean, even though you two are married you should still be able to watch what you want, right? Jousho is just a tight-ass anyways,”

Daiki couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that Jousho’s best friend thought of his husband exactly the same way he did, although it seemed like it was common knowledge that the red-head was rather boring and by the book.

The teen looked at the television, then at the brunette lounging on his side of the couch, getting caught up in the show.

“Hey Daiki, can you do me a favor?” Netami asked, motioning the raven to scoot closer.

“Yeah,” Daiki replied, although hesitant, inching closer to Netami.

“Just… make sure this doesn’t go any further than this living room,” Netami spoke deliciously low and sultry, at least that’s what Daiki thought.

The two found themselves in a very compromising position, Daiki on top of the older man while Netami’s hands rested lightly on the teen’s waist. Their rising erections were against each other, half hard from watching that show and half from thinking about each other.

‘The moment I do this, I’ll be a cheater,’ Daiki thought, emotions getting the best of him. “N-Netami, I can’t take this anymore! I want you to fuck me good and hard so I can get you off my mind, okay?” he pleaded.

“I know you do,” Netami replied, kissing the teen with the obvious worry on his face. “Everything you think, I can read it on your face, and your lust face is rather obvious,” he laughed. “You’re such a little kid, but I guess that’s what they all like about you.”

The older man deepened the kiss, his grip gradually increasing on Daiki’s waist as their long repressed need for each other’s bodies all came out. Netami took charge, his tongue begging for entrance in the young boy’s mouth.

“Even though I may be a kid, you don’t have to play around,” Daiki said, between kisses.

“So you want me to cut to the chase and screw you now? God you’re an impatient bastard aren’t you?” Netami retorted as he began working at Daiki’s black pants he usually wore to work.

“I hear you’re the impatient one,” Daiki replied, wrapping his arms around the brunette before beginning to ravish him with kisses.

Netami wasted no time at all getting the pants off, Daiki kicking them off as they slid down to his ankles. The older man broke the kiss long enough to switch positions with Daiki, so that he was now on his back while Netami was on top.

“You sure you want to do this?” Netami questioned, rubbing the erection Daiki sported through the thin material of the boxers.

“S-stop doing that and then ask me that question again,” Daiki said through clenched teeth.

“Your body wants it…” he muttered, sliding the boy’s navy boxers down just enough to expose him. “And that’s all that should matter.” Netami teased the boy by first running his tongue along the head, before taking all of Daiki’s length in his mouth. The raven was actually surprised that Netami would be so good at this, he’s nothing but a closet freak.

“Oh yeah… I want it,” Daiki moaned, clenching the man’s dark mocha locks. “Fuck you… for being so good.”

Netami’s ministrations on Daiki’s weeping cock were bringing him closer and closer to the edge, this being the first time anyone’s gone down on him in a long time. The teen’s fingers dug into the couch as he was approaching his climax. “Ne, I’m…” Daiki let out in a slight whine.

It didn’t take much more before he was sent over the edge, and he came in Netami’s mouth, the older man swallowing it all… much to Daiki’s disgust.

“That’s gross,” he groaned.

“You’re such a little kid for saying that,” Netami retorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“It can’t taste good. As many times as I’ve given blow-jobs, I don’t swallow,”

“Then you’ll never know, if it tastes good, I mean,” Netami pointed out.

“Ne, you’ve still got all your clothes on, I want to get to see that sexy naked body of yours,” Daiki said, removing his navy tie before starting to unbutton Netami’s light blue button-up. “Although you do look sexy in your work clothes, it makes you look all sophisticated.”

“You look sexy in yours too, although I think you’d look sexier bent over my desk, pants down, being fucked over and over by me,”

“I’ve been told that,”

Once Netami’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, Daiki was, once again, surprised to find that Netami was actually pretty toned, despite being thin. Daiki had practically no muscles himself.

“You are delicious. Not as delicious as my Jousho of course but-”

As if clock work, at the slight mention of the man’s name there he was, the front door open and just the two offending persons before him, both nearly naked.

“Jousho?!” they screamed.

Daiki was awaken from a loud thud, scared senseless and not quite sure where he was. He remembered he was laying on the bed, home alone since Jiirosho went to the store and Jousho was off taking a walk.

He looked down and realized he was all sticky. To his embarrassed relief, he realized the whole thing was just a horrible wet dream and he really hadn’t cheated on Jousho. Now, he wasn’t all that happy that he dreamt he cheated on Jousho, but at least it really hadn’t happened.

“Daiki? Jousho? Anyone home?” he heard Jiirosho call from the living room.

He couldn’t let Jiirosho find him like this, so he quickly ducked into the bathroom and locked the door so he could quickly wash the sin off his body.

Jiirosho thought he had heard something, but he just shrugged it off and walked into the bedroom, closing the door for safe measure. He couldn’t figure out why neither Jousho nor Daiki wouldn’t be home yet, but that worked just fine for him since he had a new movie he wanted to watch in private, if you catch my drift. Now he knew Jousho would be furious if he found out that Jiirosho wasted grocery money on more porno, but in Jiirosho’s opinion you could never have too much porn.

Daiki scrubbed, thinking he was so guilty, and not quite sure what to do about that. If he couldn’t get a handle on his feelings, he might even ruin his marriage. And even though he thought Netami was sexy, the brunette was a bastard and he could never get along with someone as controlling as him. If Daiki didn’t have Jousho, he didn’t know what he’d do.

The raven threw on pajamas that had been left in the bathroom, before going back into the bedroom, where he found Jiirosho in a rather… compromising position. I.e. masturbating.

“Well, I uh… didn’t know you were here,” Jiirosho said, bashfully.

“Apparently,” Daiki replied coldly, not really paying any attention to the man. “Don’t mind me, I was just leaving.”

“Uh, okay… Sure you don’t wanna-”

“I’m leaving,”

“Dressed like that-”

Daiki gave the tanned man a cold look that said man had never seen on the boy’s face before, which scared the hell out of him. And he finally shut up, since it took a bit to give Jiirosho the hint.

As Daiki was heading out of the door, he ended up running into Netami who happened to be on the other side, just like his dream.

“Uh hey, is Jousho-” Netami began.

“No, Jousho is NOT HERE! So go away and you can’t come in to wait for him!” Daiki yelled at the unsuspecting brunette.

“Well I guess I’ll just stand out here, in the dank hallway, and wait for him,” Netami replied, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

“Doesn’t your boyfriend live upstairs? Go hit him up and leave me be,”

“Daiki what’s your problem?”

“You are my problem. You won’t go away,” the teen explained, same cold expression on his face.

That was the final straw that set Netami off. “You are the little pain in the ass that has been working constantly on my fucking nerves for the last two years. I actually start talking to you now because I though you kind of grew up, but I guess I was wrong wasn’t I?”

Netami’s little rant had opened Daiki’s eyes. Why was he upset with Netami even though Netami didn’t nothing but merely exist? It was all Daiki’s fault for thinking the things he thought about Netami, and actually bringing the issue to the bedroom! If the complete horn-dog Jiirosho could deal with how he felt (in a, less than healthy obsession to say the least) then why couldn’t he do it?

“Netami,” Daiki sighed, “It’s not that at all, it’s just… I’ve been feeling really difficult feelings about you lately and I can’t help but…”

“…Think about you?” the brunette finished.

“In a less than holy way, to say the least,”

“Of course,” Netami chuckled slightly, before noticing that Daiki was less than amused. “Well, if it makes you feel any better I already kind of knew about that, and I had been feeling extremely sinful because I thought about you the same way. But, let me reiterate that I don’t like you as a person, I just like your body.”

“Well that’s a nice way to put it,” Daiki replied with a hint of sarcasm. “But true, I really don’t like you all that much either, you have a shitty personality, but a hot body.”

“You’re good for nothing but a quick fuck,”

“Likewise,”

The two were having an unwarranted staring contest until they heard Jousho coming .

“Hey… what are you two doing?” Jousho questioned.

“I came here because I need to talk to you about something important,” Netami responded, putting back on his ‘business’ voice.

“But Jojo I really need to talk to you too, it’s vital we talk about this or I will explode,” Daiki pleaded in his usual cute pouty voice as he embraced his husband.

“Can’t we all talk? In the apartment?” Jousho questioned as he opened the apartment door and walked inside, the two right behind him.

“Was all that necessary?” Netami whispered to Daiki.

“My Jojo likes it when I act like that, he says it’s cute,”

“It is cute, too fucking cute for your own good, you make most men want to rape you you’re so cute,”

“Are you one of those men?”

“Let’s just say I’d be eternally grateful if you could teach Ureshii to act like that,”

“What are you two whispering about?” Jousho questioned. “You guys are acting so damn weird, and where’s Jiirosho? I know he’s home by now, he doesn’t hardly leave.”

“He’s preoccupied at the moment, in the bedroom,” Daiki explained.

“I won’t ask…” the red-haired man sighed. “So who wants to go first?”

“Let me go please,” Daiki spoke up, before clearing his throat. “Jojo, I know you remember the awkwardness that occurred this morning, and I just wanted to tell you that it’s not Netami’s fault. It’s my fault because I can’t get a handle on my own urges, and I’m supposed to think only of you since you’re my husband. Frankly, I’ve failed miserably so far, and we haven’t been married that long. First, there was that very slight crush I had on Sora, but I resisted doing anything to him. And then there was Jiirosho, and now Netami. Look, the point is, I don’t blame you if you want to divorce me but believe me when I say all those other people are just pretty faces and you Jousho are the real deal.”

Netami and Jousho were stunned and speechless as they sat on the couch with the teen. Never had such deep words come out of his mouth, and anyone would rightfully be shocked.

“Daiki, I don’t think you’re a cheater,” Jousho said at last, breaking the silence. “I think… you’re just an overt, sexual being. You both are, actually. And Dai, I think this whole marriage thing was just a bit soon for you, you’re eighteen and never got to test the waters or anything like that. But that doesn’t mean I want to divorce you.”

“I think he’s more ‘horny teenager’ and I’m more ‘overt sexual being’, since by this age I doubt I’m going to change until I’m like, eighty and can’t even get a boner anymore,” Netami added.

“He may be a horny teenager now, but I see him turning into ‘overt sexual being’ by the time he’s your age,” Jousho joked.

“There’s no way I could not want sex with you around Jojo,” Daiki said, cuddling up with his husband as he sat in the older man’s lap. “All that stuff you do just tires me-”

“Okay, Daiki, didn’t I tell you about acting this way when we have guests?”

“See Jousho? Rest assured I’m not trying to take your little pain-in-the-ass away from you, I just think he’s kind of cute is all,” Netami explained.

“Which reminds me, Kiku brought of the interesting subject of an open marriage,” Jousho announced, which immediately made Daiki giddy and begin bouncing up and down.

“Yeah Jojo, lets do that! It’d be so much fun, and think about it: you could sleep with anyone you wanted too!”

“Anything if you’ll please stop bouncing while you’re sitting in my lap,” Jousho replied, all the stimulation starting to make him really turned on.

“Seriously? I should go ask Ureshii and see what he thinks,” Netami said before quickly making his leave to head to the upstairs apartment to go talk to his boyfriend.

“When no one’s over here I should have you do that more often- or maybe it’s my body just realizing how much it needs you right now?” Jousho said, picking up Daiki.

“Maybe it’s a bit of both?” Daiki suggested, giggling. He loved it when Jousho got all romantic like this, the man could just switch moods at the drop of a hat. It must’ve been some lasting effect from Jiirosho being in his body, since sometimes it seemed like Jiirosho was the owner of almost every sexual gene that’s in Jousho’s body. Correction: used to be in Jousho’s body.

Speaking of whom, who the couple forgot was in the bedroom, they happened to walk in on him as he was… doing the deed.

“Oh hell, it’s you Jiirosho,” Jousho groaned. “You really do need to get a life. Or a date.”

“Yeah, you were taking so long to get home I just thought I’d…” Jiirosho had begun.

“Well I recommend you go get cleaned up because Netami and possibly Ureshii are coming back over and you could stand to be a bit sociable instead of masturbating all the time, it’s an unhealthy obsession.”

“I’m not obsessed, you took away my Daiki and now I have all this repressed sexual tension because I don’t have my little cuddle buddy anymore,” Jiirosho whined, glomping the teen.

“Last time I checked, Daiki was mine,” Jousho countered, suddenly possessive. “And by the way, where are those groceries I asked you to buy?”

Jiirosho glanced towards the bathroom door, before saying, “I think I’ll go take that shower now like you asked.”

Jousho wasn’t about to let him get away with that, before Daiki whispered, “Just let it go for now, okay?”

The older man sighed, sitting on the edge of the couple’s bed. “An open marriage kind of struck me as kind of being married to all four of you- Netami, Ureshii, Jiirosho, and you. That doesn’t seem wrong, does it?”

“Jousho, you just got all defensive saying ‘Daiki is mine’, do you really think that’d be the best thing for you?” Daiki questioned.

“I didn’t mean like that, I just didn’t want him to forget who’s really married to you, he can’t go around claiming you like he should be the one romancing you all the time. I should, you’re my wife after all,” Jousho explained, as Daiki snuggled up to the older man.

“You’re so sexy when you’re possessive like that,” Daiki sighed, lying against his lover’s chest.

“Have you ever realized that you think everything I do is sexy?”

“Yeah, because you’re always sexy,” Daiki admitted. “Hey Jojo?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I should start swallowing? You know, when I go down on you?”

“Does it matter…?”

“I just imagined that mature people like Netami would, and I kind of look up to him in a way, you know? Just don’t tell the asshole that I said that,”

“He does, but what does that matter?”

“Because- wait, how do you know whether he swallows?”

“Because… we’re best friends and he tells me everything,” Jousho lied.

There was a knock at their bedroom door, before Netami walked in, with Ureshii in tow this time. “The front door was still unlocked, so I just came in.”

“Hey Netami, I have a question to-” Daiki began, before Jousho desperately cut the raven off by kissing him intensely.

“Just ignore him,” Jousho chuckled weakly after parting lips with Daiki.

“Let’s all get married, just the five of us!” Daiki exclaimed, causing Jousho to smack his forehead.

“Daiki, we can’t do that,” Ureshii told the ecstatic teen.

“Nor would we want to,” Netami added.

“But we could all live together, that would be interesting wouldn’t it?” Ureshii suggested.

Daiki nodded, seeming game for practically anything that they could come up with. Hell, if they suggested a foursome right here and now the raven would strip with no questions asked. He was hoping this might lead up to that. “Living together would be fun! Then we wouldn’t have to be bachelors living in these tiny one-bedroom apartments!”

“But we’d need a big house, bigger than Netami’s house since he has two kids that need their own separate rooms. Plus a room for Jiirosho, since he’s not going to be hounding me and Daiki every night,” Jousho insisted.

“True, so I guess we can’t even do any of this until we find a five-bedroom place,” Netami pointed out.

“But are we really going to do it? Shouldn’t we ask Jiirosho first?” Ureshii questioned.

“Jiirosho really has no room to disagree, considering he lives here with us. Plus, I know he’s just going to flip when he hears this, in a good way,” Jousho replied, smiling.

“Jiirosho’s going to flip when he hears what?” said person repeated as he stood outside the bathroom door, dripping wet and lower half covered with a towel.

“That we’re thinking about all moving in together,” Jousho answered.

“All five of us?” he questioned.

“Yeah!” Daiki exclaimed.

“In one house?”

“Yes,” Netami replied.

“You’re fucking with my head, aren’t you Jousho?”

“As much as I wish I were, I’m not,”

A smile crept along the tanned man’s face, the idea finally sinking in. “So I’ll be able to fuck you, you, and you all in one night?” he asked, pointing to Daiki, Ureshii, and Netami.

“Uhh…” they all said at once, with a tone of uncertainty. But surely they’d expect a question like that from Jiirosho right?

“Damn, I’m going to be busy!”

To Be Continued…

A.N: This chapter was practically for nothing but my pure enjoyment. I don't advise that one married couple, one steady couple, and some third wheel (all consisting of men) just move into a house together along with two kids. But, if you're game for that stuff happening in yaoi, then by all means continue to read! FYI: If you haven't by now, please read "Jealous of His Happiness" that focuses more on Netami and Ureshii's relationship. It'll help you understand the story more if you read both of them together!
ALSO: Don't think I forgot about the Sora thing, he'll have his own seperate fic later.
AND: I'm going to combine the "Jealous of his Happiness" & "Love-Hate Relationship" fics into one fic, continuing their life with the move and there after in something called "Yours, His, and My Emotions"

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