Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ OZ ❯ Chapter 2

"OZ"

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Chapter: 2/3

Rating: R

Pairings: Oshitari Yuushi x Gakuto, Atobe x Akira, Oishi + Eiji, Jackal + Bunta, Eiji x Bunta, Jackal x Eiji, Oishi x Bunta

Genre: EXTREME YAOI LEMON

Warnings: characters depicted in homosexual sexual situations of questionable taste.

Spoilers: Rikkai characters

Summary: A bunch of college boys decide to pay a Goth club a visit--the end up with more than they'd bargained for.

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi.

Date Started: June 18, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: June 24, 2004

Word Count: 5389

"OZ" Part 2 by Andrea Readwolf

Jackal's fingers drummed a steadily nervous beat on the steering wheel as they followed the van.

"You okay with this?"

Oishi stared unseeingly out the window, his mind a whirl of chaotic thoughts, that were all tied up with one or both of the redheads in the vehicle in front of them.

"Yeah. You?"

The light turned green.

"Yeah."

~~~****~~~

It was a very nice apartment building Gakuto noticed absently, ignoring the obviously distasteful look on the other tenant's face as he followed Yuushi into the elevator. The old lady looked like she was sucking on lemons--someone should tell her the look did nothing for her features, but Gakuto was just grateful that the digbat got off at the third floor, leaving Yuushi and him alone... in closed, confined quarters...

He wasn't sure who moved first; only that Yuushi's tongue was in his mouth and hands were squeezing and working Gakuto's ass. He was dimly aware of his own attempts to try and crawl up into the other male--Gods, he just couldn't get enough.

"Want you," he moaned when Yuushi finally released his lips in favor of sucking on his throat--nails were digging into his back, scratching lines of fire that excited him further. "Now!"

"Almost there," Yuushi chuckled, thrusting his hips against Gakuto's in obvious, equal eagerness for the possession.

The elevator chimed, the doors gliding open.

"Come on; let's go. As fucking hot as you look in that get up, I wanna see you naked and begging," Yuushi purred, readjusting his glasses before stepping out of the elevator.

Gakuto whimpered before quickly following.

~~~****~~~

For a poor college student's apartment, it was a nice place. A little run down, maybe, and the walls could've used a fresh coat of paint, and the rug had definitely seen better days---as had the obviously second-hand furniture, but then, it was home, Eiji thought, giving the place a cursorily look before stepping aside and letting Jackal and Oishi enter. Bunta was already in the tiny cubical that represented their kitchen, digging out refreshments.

"We have water, cola, orange juice, or wine coolers," he offered, already snagging a wine cooler and some soda for Eiji and himself.

"Water" and "Water's fine," was the reply from the other two, and snatching up two bottles of water, Bunta brought his bounty into the square that was their living room.

"Go ahead and have a seat," Eiji offered. "I'm just gonna, um, go change," he excused.

"Er, actually, do you mind if I use the restroom?" Jackal asked.

And that's how Bunta and Oishi found themselves alone in the living room, sitting--Oishi on the beat-up couch; Bunta in the over-sized armchair--trying to think up something to say.

"So, um, you and Jackal, huh?" Bunta finally hedged.

"What? Oh! No, no, we're not, uh, together or anything," Oishi blushed. "We just have some mutual friends so we kinda know each other is all."

"Oh."

Silence.

"Uh, you and Eiji?" Oishi hesitated before asking.

"Three months," Bunta replied promptly, not bothering to hide a proud little grin. "Though we've been roommates for almost a year. Oh, hey, there's my baby!" the redhead cooed suddenly, and Oishi started until he saw the cat rubbing up against the sofa.

"Meow!"

"Hey, Kitty-kat," he greeted, reaching over to scratch the feline's ears. "What's your name?"

"Sara," Bunta offered, watching with amusement as the normally fickle creature jumped up onto the sofa and demanded more attention. "The nurse at the hospital gave her to Eiji was he was released. She was just a fluff ball then, but she's growing out nicely now, don'tcha think?"

Oishi's hand stilled. "It was... a bad accident, then?" he whispered, almost fearing the answer.

Bunta frowned. "Yeah, but, uh, he doesn't like to talk about it, so, uh, forget I even mentioned it, okay?"

Oishi shot the redhead a disbelieving look, but just then Eiji reappeared, wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants that did nothing for his figure unlike the other outfit. Bunta wasted no time in pulling Eiji into the chair with him, and with some creative leg placement, the two of them managed to fit in the stuffed armchair in a seemingly comfortable way.

"So, um... What have you been up to?"

~~~****~~~

They made it several blocks away from the club with only teasing brushes of fingers and hands, a casual graze against a leg or back, before the redhead pulled the dark-haired man into an alleyway and pushed him against the wall. The breath left Atobe's chest with a thrilling "whoosh" that was quickly swallowed up as Akira pressed his body into Atobe's and slashed his mouth over the other man's in a demanding-challenging kiss.

With a suddenness that both surprised and excited him almost as much as the redhead's blunt offer in the club, Atobe found his pants undone and Akira kneeling before him. In the darkness of the alleyway, he really couldn't see the redhead's face that well, but he could imagine the smirk that would be there right before the other man parted his lips and attempted to swallow Atobe's cock whole.

Akira came very near close in succeeding, too. Close, but it wasn't until the third attempt that he was able to fully press his lips to the base of Atobe's cock and swallow and moan in a way that sent the other man's fingers fisting his hair. Fast and furious, he continued to work the cock with his mouth for several minutes before he could coax the other man into spilling his seed.

He pulled back with a grin, licking his lips and staring up at Atobe with a proud smirk.

"Well, that was... unexpected," the other man managed to reply, and Akira chuckled. "You're surprisingly talented with your mouth."

"Worried you can't keep up?" the redhead returned, carefully tucking Atobe back into his pants before standing up.

"Is that a challenge?" Atobe asked, torn between amusement, slated lust, and stirring arousal.

"Maybe it is," Akira replied, turning for the entrance to the alleyway. But he turned back before exited. "You up for it?"

Atobe laughed. "Oh, I definitely think so," he answered, grabbing Akira's hips and rubbing his growing arousal against the other's ass just to show him just how 'up' he was. "Let's hurry and get somewhere more appropriate, hmm?"

~~~****~~~

Okay, so maybe it wasn't the most cowardly thing he's ever done, but still, a strategic retreat to the kitchen seemed like a marvelous idea to Eiji when the tension in the living room became too much for him. So what if Bunta really didn't need more soda and the others' waters sat nearly untouched. He upended the rest of his wine cooler and then just leaned against the sink, hoping to recover some sense of...

Of what? This whole scenario was fucked up. And, really, what were the chances of--

"Eiji--"

If he wasn't already as tense as a strung wire...

"Gods, Eiji--"

"Don't. S'chiroh, just... don't," he tried to warn off, not looking back at the other man.

"I--"

"Please, don't," he whispered, body shaking.

"I love you. I always have; I always will."

And there it was. The crux of the whole matter...

Eiji sank against the sink, head bowed, throat sealed tight around his suddenly swollen tongue, which seemed ten sizes too large to fit in his mouth...

"I tried to tell myself that it was for the best--if we didn't--if we split," Oishi was still going on. "But, gods, Eiji, I've been miserable--and--and, you could've died. You could've died and I'd never've known--"

"What about--"

"There was never anything between us, Eiji," Oishi snapped. "I told you that. I have *never* cheated on you. There has *never* been anyone but you."

"But--gods, S'chiroh... I..."

There was a soft, hesitant touch on his shoulder, and although it had been almost a year, although he was wearing a tee-shirt, he *knew* that touch... he could feel those fingers brushing his bare skin just as if there was no shirt there at all, and he knew---he *knew*...

"I'm with Bunta, now--" he tried to explain. "I... care about him..." but his voice was too husky, and Oishi was turning him around and all he could see were the bottomless green pools that seemed to swallow him up, engulf him and...

"I love you..."

And the sweet taste of lips, gentle and soul rendering against his.

~~~****~~~

'Mental note to Self,' Bunta thought, wincing and sinking deeper into the armchair. 'Never invited your boyfriend's ex back to your apartment. Especially when you *know* your boyfriend's still in love with said ex....'

"Bunta--?"

And speaking of exes... Bunta cleared his throat and tried his best to paste a sardonic smile on his face. "Well, I guess that's over. Been fun while it la~sted."

And, oh, *no*, his voice definitely did *not* just crack. Nope. And he was *not* about to cry. Definitely not here, not in front of Jackal, who was getting up, and dammit, what did he think he was doing, kneeling there on the floor in front of Bunta like that? Didn't he know what a fool he looked like?

"Bunta..." the dark-skinned man whispered, reaching out to touch the redhead's cheek.

"You know," Bunta started, having to clear his throat before continuing. "That was always your problem," he said, swallowing. "You always cared... too damn... much..."

"I know. I'm sorry," Jackal said simply, reaching out and pulling Bunta off the seat and into his lap. And the redhead just, sort of crumbled, falling into his arms like it was the most natural position in the world.

"I hate you, you know," he whispered harshly, closing his eyes against the lips that brushed over his cheeks, kissing away the traces of salty moisture.

"I hate you, too," the other man answered before Bunta tilted his face and pressed his lips to Jackal's, hard, brutal, desperate. Jackal didn't deny him. He never did. That was their main problem--Jackal never denied him anything. But... just this once... maybe...

Even several minutes later, when Bunta's ragged emotions had started to sooth over, he remained sitting in Jackal's lap, allowing the other man to hold him, allowing the large, strong hand to smooth the muscles of his back, as if lulling a cat into relaxation.

~~~****~~~

The door shut with the accompanying click of the lock being engaged. Akira surveyed his surroundings cursorily before turning back to his... date? Companion?

"Nice place," he commented airily.

"Thank you," Atobe replied back with nonchalance. And although he leaned casually against the door, his eyes burned with fiery promise and unfulfilled desires.

Akira shivered---he'd always kind of wondered what Gakuto meant when he spoke of being screwed with just a look. It felt like the other man already had him naked and everywhere his gaze fell, Akira's body burned as if he was actually being touched.

"I believe we had a... wager," Atobe purred, pushing away from the door. "To see who could last longer, correct?"

"Ahh," the redhead hissed as Atobe's fingers reached for his chest. With one hand the other man slowly undid the first button on his shirt, eyes never leaving Akira's---the second button... His breathing wanted to race, but he fought it, to keep it even.... the Third button--his shirt fell open.

Atobe laid his hand inside the material, against Akira's naked stomach, flaring his fingers over the skin before smoothing up his chest, flicking against a nipple ring, and wringing a tiny grunt from the redhead before proceeding to guide the shirt off each shoulder and down each arm.

"Exquisite---tell me, Akira, do you work out?" he asked, running his hands back up and down the long, lean muscles of his arms and shoulders before walking around him to study his back with the same air of inspecting a prize or gift.

"I swim," Akira answered shortly. And then, thinking more about it, he added teasingly, "I like water."

"I'll keep that in mind," Atobe promised, pressing his front against Akira's back, trailing his lips along the tanned line of one shoulder as his fingers danced along the redhead's waist line, before dipping lower, skimming the hem of his pants.

"Tell me, Akira. What do you want?"

"Mmm?" Akira frowned. "I would've thought that was pretty obvious," he replied.

"Regardless, tell me."

"I--I want you to touch me," he answered, voice faltering.

"Mmm... I *am* touching you," Atobe pointed out, smiling against the warm skin beneath his lips.

"I mean--"

"Yes? What do you meant?"

And when the other man said nothing, Atobe pressed. "How do you want me to touch you, Akira?"

"There," he hissed.

"'There'?" Atobe repeated, amused. Perhaps his little drummer boy wasn't as bold as he'd like to act...?

A hand pressed Atobe's lower until it settled over the bulge in Akira's pants, and the redhead moaned, thrusting into Atobe's hand as he breathed, "Here."

He took pity on the other man, just this once, stroking and massaging; he petted Akira's straining cock through to material of his pants until the redhead was moaning and writhing against him, clinging to him with one hand and the couch with the other for support.

"I want to see you, all of you," he purred into Akira's ear, the fingers of one hand tweaking a nipple ring--hmm, perhaps he could get used to these things if they provoked such...an impassioned response, he thought as Akira cried out. "Strip for me, Akira. Let me see you..."

It was actually an easy task, although trembling fingers might have hindered the process a little--the material of Akira's pants slid off his hips and down his long, muscular legs with little coaxing, leaving the redhead completely naked for Atobe's gaze. He might be slim, Atobe mused, but no one could deny that the body in his arms was definitely masculine.

Akira moaned as Atobe's grip shifted. "Mmm, very good, very nice," the other man purred, stroking his cock in long, even pulls, smearing his thumb over the cum-coated tip. "Do you want to come, Akira? Shall I make you come?" he whispered against the redhead's ear, rubbing his jean-covered crotch against the other's naked ass, knowing Akira would be able to feel how aroused he was.

"Yes... please..."

"So polite..." he growled, forcing Akira's legs wider apart and bending him over the sofa. His hand was pumping over the redhead's cock faster, squeezing harder, and he could feel his own cock straining against his jeans. "You have a beautiful body---I can't wait to possess it."

They were close, so close, he could smell it... could feel it in the way Akira trembled against him, hear it in the tiny gasps that fell unheeded, in the sudden, hitched breath when he bit the other's shoulder before whispering, "All of it... I will possess all of you..."

Atobe pulled them both upright seconds before Akira's cum could splatter over the sofa's back, instead aiming for the redhead's chest. Only when he was assured that no more would be forth coming did he release the other man's cock, moving his fingers instead to trail over his stomach and chest, smearing the cooling semen down over Akira's thighs and lower, fingering the spasming muscles of his tight little ass.

"Don't you want that, Akira? Don't you want me inside you, possessing you? All of you...?" he asked, slowly working a finger into the other man's body.

"Yes...."

~~~****~~~

It was minutes--or was it hours?--later when Eiji became aware that he and Oishi were just standing there, holding each other. It felt so incredibly right, that for a moment, he couldn't understand why it felt completely *wrong*. It took the sight of Bunta, curled up like an abandoned kitten on Jackal's lap to bring home exactly what was wrong, and the guilt was ten times worse than the feelings of seeing Oishi after nearly a year had been.

"Oh, gods, Bunta, I--"

"It's okay," the other cut in quickly, trying to shift out of the other man's lap. "I understand."

Oishi's fingers brushed along Eiji's back, and Jackal's face twisted in a painful scowl before an indifferent mask was smoothed into place, and Bunta just sat back against the armchair, not looking at anyone, and Eiji didn't know what he could possibly do to make this right, but...

"Do you trust me?" he whispered, not really sure who he was talking to.

"Eiji, what--?"

He turned to Oishi, silently begging him to understand. "I love you, too, always have, always will, but.... but I care about Bunta, too," he answered hoarsely. "I've... I've only--you and Bunta," he tried to explain. "So, do you trust me?"

"I--Gods, Eiji," Oishi sighed, shaking his head before breathing out a strong and definite, "Yes."

"Thank you," Eiji replied with relief, pressing a quick kiss to Oishi's lips before pushing the other towards the couch. "Now, sit down, okay? You, too, Jackal."

The dark-skinned man blinked in confusion but did as was requested of him. And when he was sitting next to Oishi on the couch, Eiji finally looked back to Bunta who, if possible, seemed to have curled up into a tighter ball in the chair.

"Come here, Bunta," he commanded softly. When he didn't move, Eiji reached for his hand and tugged him up.

"What are you doing?" the other redhead protested petulantly as he was dragged into a standing position.

"Seeing if we can find a compromise," Eiji answered, dipping to catch Bunta's eyes. "I love Syuichiroh," he said calmly and he couldn't stop the redhead from looking away. "You always knew that, didn't you? But... I care about you, too," he added softly, reaching up to cup Bunta's face and turn it to him.

And then Eiji slowly leaned forward and kissed the other redhead... slow, leisurely, drawing it out in a gentle play of lips and teeth.

Bunta moaned, reaching out for him, melting into Eiji's warm body as he opened himself up for more kisses...

The two men on the couch squirmed at the display in front of them--a mixture of emotions rolling up inside them; jealousy and lust the forerunners.

And then Eiji shifted and whispered something into Bunta's ear.

"No way!" Bunta pulled back with a cry.

Eiji just grinned at him until slowly, Bunta found himself grinning, too. "You're crazy, know that?" he growled before kissing him again---and this kiss was a lot different from the previous. Hungry, passionate, demanding, and taking--and then the pair broke apart and turned to the two sitting rather uncomfortably on the couch.

Eiji nodded and Bunta moved in, settling himself right in a surprised Oishi's lap with a cheerful, chipper, "Hi!"

"Err..."

Bunta didn't give him an opportunity to say anything else, moving his mouth over Oishi's and teased until he got the dark-haired boy to kiss him back. Eiji and Jackal watched them for a moment, and then Eiji turned to Jackal.

"I'm not sure I like where this is going," the darker-skinned man announced softly as he stared back at Eiji.

The grin melted from Eiji's face and, instead of going for the lap-approach as Bunta had, he knelt in front of Jackal instead, offering that little space of distance. "No one's going to force you," he said, frowning. "We're only inviting you to... try something different. Just for tonight."

"And what about tomorrow?"

Eiji shrugged. "We'll have to figure that out tomorrow," he answered truthfully, studying the other man, waiting. It was the tiniest of movements when it came, and if he hadn't been watching for it, he might have missed it--a quick jerk of his chin before his dark gaze slid away from Eiji's to focus on the coffee table.

Eiji grinned before climbing up into Jackal's lap--Jackal's hands moving to his waist to help steady him. "Relax," he breathed before pressing his lips to the other man's.

To his surprise, Jackal quickly dominated the kiss, and Eiji found himself moaning under the other's administration. He tore his lips away with a greedy gulp of breath several minutes later.

"Bedroom," he panted, mildly wondering if he'd be able to stand under his own power after a kiss like that....

Chuckling nearby, Bunta pulled a shell-shocked and dazed Oishi up off the couch and led him into the bedroom.

Strong arms wrapped around Eiji and his world shifted as he suddenly found himself standing, Jackal still supporting, steadying him.

"Just for tonight," the other man repeated, as if clarifying.

"Ah."

"I believe the bedroom's this way?" the taller man added unnecessarily, as he began walking Eiji back towards the room Bunta and Oishi had disappeared into, hands never leaving Eiji's waist, eyes not looking away from his.

Eiji had a brief flash of panicked-excitement---just *what* had he started?--before Jackal kicked the door shut behind them.

~~~****~~~

Gakuto fully intended to be completely naked by the time Yuushi had closed the door behind them--he hadn't expected to be knocked senseless by the sheer opulence surrounding him.

"You *live* here?" he gaped at the... well, the place looked like a bloody museum showroom or something.

"Occasionally," the taller man drawled, watching the redhead with a narrowed gaze. "Mostly my father uses these apartment to entertain potential clients."

"Just what does your *father* *do*?" he asked, stepping further into the entrance way to look into one of the three doorways leading off into different rooms. Damn, you could probably get lost in a place like this...

"Does it matter?"

"Huh?"

Gakuto turned in the center of the entranceway---Yuushi was looking at him in a calculating way that made him slightly nervous--okay, so his insides were already mush, and his body still thrummed with excitement, and damn! If just *looking* at Yuushi didn't make him horny like a rhino...

Slowly, Yuushi stalked towards him, stopping a few torturous feet away, and Gakuto couldn't help but take those few steps to close the gap between them.

"Does it matter?" Yuushi repeated.

"Wha--?" Gakuto breathed, more interested in getting the other man to touch him again, to *feel* him moving against him... kiss him...

Yuushi stopped him--gripping his arms to hold him back, and Gakuto mewed in protest.

"Does it matter what my father does?" the taller man demanded harshly and the redhead blinked in surprise, head clearing a little from the hazy cloud of lust he'd happily been in.

He took a step back to look up at Yuushi without having to crane his neck so much and said as bluntly and honestly as he knew how, "I could give a rat's ass who your Daddy is or what he does. I ain't interested in your daddy," he added, raking his eyes over the body in front of him, just to make sure he got his point across.

Which, apparently, he did, if the way Yuushi suddenly grabbed at him, pulling him to his hard body, angling his head down and thrusting his tongue into Gakuto's more than willing mouth had anything to say about it... Hands reached for the hemline of his shirt, tearing the material up and over his head, yanking his arms back before falling... somewhere. Those same strong hands jerked at his belt, nearly throwing Gakuto off-balance with their strength, but Yuushi was there to fall into, so he didn't mind so much, especially when that hand pressed between his thighs, squeezing his cock through the material of his pants.

Gakuto wasted no time on such sentiments, having already pushed Yuushi's shirt out of his way to find a dusky nipple to suckle as his fingers worked the zipper of Yuushi's pants down and slim hands pushed the denim off his hips before finding the dark-haired man's cock, stroking and squeezing the turgid flesh.

He honestly hadn't been aware that they were moving, that Yuushi had in fact been maneuvering them through the apartment until a light clicked on and Gakuto nearly tumbled onto his ass when he tripped over the step into the bathroom. Only Yuushi's hands on his waist and back saved him from that nasty little fall--although it didn't save the taller man a fresh set of teeth marks.

"Wha--!"

"Ah!"

They stared at each other in shocked surprised--okay, so maybe Gakuto was staring more at his first sight of Yuushi's naked body---oh, thank you, there was a god!--while Yuushi was more surprised to have been bitten.

"You're overdressed," the dark-haired man drawled finally, lips twitching in mild amusement at the obvious appreciation glittering in Gakuto's eyes.

Gakuto returned the grin and, with a flick of his wrists and a shimmy of his hips, had his pants pooling around his ankles. He kicked them off before asking, "Better?"

"Almost," Yuushi purred, reaching for him again, and Gakuto shivered, tilting up for the other man's kisses as they stumbled into the shower stall. Yuushi fumbled with the water taps, though how he managed to adjust the water temperature and still continue kissing and touching him, Gakuto wasn't sure, but then, he was sure that the water that suddenly sprayed down on them was neither scalding nor freezing, and if he sputtered, it was more in surprise at suddenly being doused than anything else.

Yuushi's deep chuckle rumbled in the tiled confines; it melded perfectly with Gakuto's moan as soapy hands slid over their bodies, stretching, taunting, testing, teasing. At some point, Yuushi had pressed Gakuto's back against the wall and had taken him in hand.

"I want to see you come, Gakuto," he purred. "Show me. Show me...come for me..."

And it was the sexiest thing the redhead could ever remember, this voice, this man, stroking him, warm water raining down on them, steam curling around them, the cold tile against his back and the hot skin beneath his hands, and he screamed as he came, the blood roaring past his ears and water filling his mouth before he could spit it out, gasping and groaning, slumping just that much more as his body released....

And Yuushi... standing tall and proud in front of him, watching him with appreciation, licking Gakuto's cum off his fingers.

"You didn't," he whispered hoarsely, reaching out to run his fingers over Yuushi's cock. "Here... let me..."

"Uh uh," the taller man replied, leering even as he stepped closer, crowding Gakuto with his sheer height and body mass. "When I come, it's going to be deep inside you; my cock buried so deep inside your ass, my name on your lips," he added, pressing his fingers to Gakuto's lips and the redhead sucked them into his mouth, running his tongue over and between the digits, tasting the mixture of his cum and soap.

Those eyes...so filled with fiery promised passion, burning into him...

"What are you waiting for then, Yuushi?"

Yuushi leered, leaning down to cover his mouth with his again...

~~~****~~~

Bunta was kissing Oishi even as his fingers worked down the row of buttons holding the other man's shirt closed--rather inconvenient, those. The sound of the door being kicked shut grabbed his attention long enough to look over at Jackal and Eiji, and the redhead shivered.... Ooooh... Jackal was in the mood.... And it looked like Eiji had received his first real introduction to what Bunta affectionately called 'Jungle Lovin'....

If this idea of Eiji's worked...Bunta shivered and gave Oishi one last kiss before turning towards Eiji and Jackal. He shoved the other redhead towards Oishi--quite frankly, the other man was too much of a virgin for Bunta to deal with at the moment; he'd done his virgin duties and really didn't feel up to putting too much work into helping out another one--and grinned up at Jackal.

Those warm hands slid under his shoulders and down his back, and it was all Bunta could do *not* to melt as he angled his face up for the kiss he knew was coming. He wasn't disappointed. The tongue that thrust into his open mouth dared him to deny it access--he'd learned his lesson long ago and greedily sucked on the muscle, fingers gripping the material of Jackal's shirt and tugging, telling the other man in no uncertain terms that he wanted it *off*.

He was pushed away, roughly, but he was expecting that and only stumbled a few steps, eyes glittering with lust as he watch Jackal reach for the hem of his shirt and lift it off, the muscles of his torso and chest rippling. He waited, breathing heavily, until Jackal finally dropped the shirt to the floor, and then he stepped close again, reaching out and running his hands over the other's chest... torso... He stepped around Jackal, until he could press his body into the taller man's back and smooth his palms down Jackal's front, pressing his face against Jackal's shoulder blade as his fingers danced at the taller man's waist band, asking for permission.

Jackal grunted, and Bunta grinned, gently nipping the shoulder blade under his lips as his fingers swiftly undid the fastenings of Jackal's pants and slipped inside. His tongue trailed down the sweet arch of the proud back before him as his hands finished sweeping the pants down Jackal's strong, muscled legs. Jackal stepped out of the material and turned around, pulling Bunta up by a hand in his hair--it didn't hurt, Bunta was already anticipating the movement and rose swiftly, eagerly, arching into the touch even as Jackal's mouth came crashing down on his again.

But... they weren't the only players in this game tonight, Bunta remembered hazily and forced himself to draw away.

Jackal frowned, ready to pull him back, but suddenly Eiji was there, wrapping around Bunta and grinning back at Jackal, jerking his head pointed towards the bed. Jackal frowned but willingly let go of Bunta to go take his place on the bed, crossing his arms across his chest and seemingly completely unmindful of his nakedness as he sat next to a furiously blushing Oishi.

"We seem to be over-dressed," Eiji commented, shooting a look at the two naked men on the bed before looking back at Bunta's flushed face.

"I can fix that," Bunta commented, pulling Eiji's face down to his for another hungry kiss. He was hot, burning, and he needed the other man to burn with him.

Bunta's tank top was easy to remove--his pants were a little more difficult, thanks to the belt, but Eiji was well capable of wrestling with the buckle and in little time at all Bunta was as naked as the day he was born. Eiji's disrobement wasn't a hardship either, thanks to the other man's dress change earlier. The tee shirt and sweat pants and boxer shorts were soon laying on the floor admits the other remnants of their clothing.

Eiji continued to kiss him and touch him, and Bunta returned the favor, caress for caress. It didn't take him long to figure out what the other redhead had in mind, but he still groaned as the first finger slid against his opening. He didn't know where Eiji had secreted the lube, but he quickly coated his own fingers with the slippery substance before reaching around Eiji and slowly stretching him open.

Bunta was well capable of taking and giving with little preparation at all, but Eiji wasn't, he knew, and if this was going to work, the taller redhead was definitely going to need to be extra prepared.... Jackal could get... well, he could be quite a handful, Bunta thought, moaning as Eiji's fingers continued to stroke him.

Only when he's at least somewhat satisfied that his boyfriend is as prepared as possible for his ex-lover does Bunta pull away. And then, together, both redheads turn to the two on the bed.

~~~****~~~

And I am so fricking tempted to just leave the entire story hang, just like that... {grins} How many people do you think would kill me? ^.^;;

OH, all right, I'll give you all the third part epilogue...