Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Selves ❯ And Ever ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Elsewhere 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon: Sailor Stars (anime)
Date Finished: November 12th, 2004
Classification: Romance, Angst, Humor, Alternate Universe
Pairing: Seiya/Yaten/Taiki
Rating: NC-17
Note: Written for yaoi_challenge 2004 (http://www.livejournal.com/communities/yaoi_challenge/).
Selves
By Elsewhere
elsewherecw@shaw.ca
All other information in Part One.
Part Two: And Ever
*****
I want to convey this love with you
Until the color of the universe is true
Where did you come from?
Are you here to find your dream? Or
Are you here to get intoxicated by your own greed?
Answer me
*****
"Taiki!" Seiya was the first to speak, the sound bursting out of his mouth as he strode into Taiki's room, Yaten skidding to a stop just behind him.
At first Taiki was silent, his hands shaking as he pulled on a nightshirt. He had already changed into his pajama bottoms, and a quick glance downwards gave Seiya an immediate idea of why. He chose not to mention it at first, instead deciding to focus on a less inflammatory subject.
"Wow, Yaten...I think this is the first time we've ever managed to make *Taiki* speechless," Seiya said, without sarcasm or malice.
Yaten, for his part, was too distressed to snap at Seiya as he usually would have, and instead took a step towards Taiki, his expression imploring.
"Taiki...it's not what you think..." Yaten began, his voice so soft and hesitant it was hard to hear.
"It isn't?" Seiya said, instantly frowning with confusion and a touch of hurt. "What is it then!?"
Yaten turned to glare half-heartedly at Seiya, but was stopped from having to answer by the sound of Taiki letting out a slow, even breath. Seiya and Yaten both watched in silence as Taiki turned to face them, his eyes hesitantly coming up to meet Yaten's.
"Yaten, you don't have to lie," Taiki said in a reasonable facsimile of his usual calm tone. It would have been entirely convincing if his voice hadn't been shaking so badly. He lifted a hand and rubbed his eyes, hiding them from view for a moment. "You don't even have to explain. I...should have knocked, at least."
"Yeah, you should," Seiya said, still frowning.
"Seiya, just---" Yaten began, only to be cut off by an irritated noise from Taiki, who had dropped his hand and was now looking between his two bandmates with a certain measure of annoyance.
"Stop it, both of you," Taiki said, his voice considerably firmer than it had been. "I intruded on something I shouldn't have, and I apologize. Don't fight about it, and don't deny it---" here he directed his gaze at Yaten, "---because neither of you has anything to be ashamed of."
"Yeah, exactly," Seiya said, though he sounded slightly mollified.
Yaten still looked shell-shocked.
"Taiki..." he said, voice trailing away as he simply stared at Taiki's face; at his pinched expression.
Seiya glanced back to Taiki, alerted by the tone of Yaten's voice, and this time took his time to observe Taiki more fully.
As he had less than half an hour before out in the hallway, he came to a sudden realization. His initial reaction to this realization was a strong desire to kick himself.
"Shit," he said softly into the tense silence of the room, and both his bandmates looked at him.
Seiya glanced at Yaten, then paused, running a hand through his hair, which succeeded in messing it up beyond what Yaten had managed to do earlier. Then Seiya looked at Taiki, and chewed on his lip while he observed Taiki in silence for several long seconds that felt like an eternity to the two others in the room. They had fallen silent, automatically awaiting their leader's say.
"Well...what do we do with this, now?" Seiya mused aloud, but the tone of his voice suggested that he had actually already decided.
Yaten caught on quickly enough, sensing the change in Seiya's intentions almost instantly.
"Seiya, I don't think---" he started, only to cut himself off again when Seiya held up a finger, beckoning for silence.
"Yaten...tell me something," Seiya said quietly, his tone unusually serious as he turned and focused his attention entirely on Yaten. "What do you feel right now?"
Yaten stared at him, his expression bemused.
"Be honest," Seiya said, his eyes imploring Yaten to understand. "Like Taiki said, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and besides...the three of us are close enough that we shouldn't hesitate to tell each other anything. We trust each other with our *lives*...right?"
Yaten was stonily silent for another long moment, and the tick of Taiki's bedside clock seemed unusually loud as Taiki and Seiya both stared at the oldest among them, awaiting his verdict. Finally, Yaten's expression softened somewhat, and he turned to look at Taiki.
"I feel...unfulfilled," Yaten said, his voice still low and hesitant. "I feel...curious."
"And what do you feel from me?" Seiya asked, just as steadily.
Yaten swallowed, his cheeks going pink as he continued.
"I feel your frustration," he whispered, now obviously having to force himself to speak, to break down the inhibition. "I feel that...you want to finish what we started."
By the time he'd got the last bit out, his cheeks were burning red. Taiki's ears were equally as scarlet, and he shifted uncomfortably where he stood, obviously recognizing what Seiya's next step would be.
"And what do you feel from Taiki right now?" Seiya questioned, his voice almost as quiet as Yaten's.
"I feel...his discomfort," Yaten murmured, his eyes now fixed on Taiki's. Taiki seemed to be fighting with himself, fighting not to turn away. "I feel his...desire. He wants..."
Yaten stopped to swallow before the last word escaped him on a breath. "...Me."
"Right," Seiya said, and Taiki almost flinched when Seiya turned to him, meeting his eyes. The look in Seiya's was kind and curious. "Taiki...how about you?"
Taiki didn't answer; his hands were shaking again.
"You and I both want the same thing right now," Seiya continued quietly, glancing back at Yaten's red face before he went on. "You're in love with Yaten---" Taiki did flinch at that, his eyes flickering downwards, ears growing more and more red by the second, "---and I'm attracted to him...I always have been. I love him enough that I think I can do this without screwing up what we already have."
He looked over at Yaten, his voice quieting as he spoke on. "I believe that the three of us trust each other enough that we can't do anything to mess up our friendship. What do you think?"
Yaten hesitated only briefly before he nodded, his face finally starting to clear of its intense color as he seemed to calm down, recognizing the truth in Seiya's words. Seiya turned to Taiki, who remained frozen in indecision.
"What do you say?" Seiya said, lifting his eyebrows. "It doesn't have to be this difficult, right?"
Several seconds passed, and Seiya and Yaten both held their breath until Taiki finally nodded, closing his eyes.
"Right," Seiya murmured, and he turned to glance at Yaten again. "Then, in that case..."
His seduction was simple; again, no more than a hand held out towards Yaten, and Yaten stepped forward, entwining his fingers with Seiya's. Yaten's mouth opened on a sound like a purr as Seiya bent to nibble at his neck, stimulating already over-sensitive skin until Yaten felt an answering rush of heat move down his spine. Seiya lifted his head and grinned, and Yaten's lips curled ever so slightly at the corners in answer before he stepped forward, one hand still clutched in Seiya's and the other lifting up to gently touch Taiki's cheek. Taiki stood still, a bit shocked by what was happening, as Yaten ran his fingers down the line of Taiki's jaw, then stepped forward, lifting himself on his toes. Taiki reacted automatically, his hands coming up to support Yaten even as their lips met; a gentle, curious kiss.
Taiki was just about to pull away when Yaten suddenly gasped into his mouth, and Taiki lifted his head, seeking the cause. Seiya had slid around behind Yaten, one hand firmly holding Yaten's hips back against his own while the other brushed Yaten's ponytail over his shoulder, giving Seiya access to the back of Yaten's neck. Seiya set to his pattern of insistent little kisses and nudges against Yaten's skin, while Yaten groaned and leaned a little closer to Taiki. Taiki lowered his eyes back to Yaten's face, and when he saw the sense of need in Yaten's hazed-over expression, he lifted shaking hands and cupped them around Yaten's cheeks, holding him steady as he lowered his head to deliver a surprisingly firm, demanding kiss.
Taiki was surprised by the insistence in Yaten's kiss. He had expected Yaten to hesitate, but now that the matter had been decided, it seemed that Yaten was willing to put aside thought. At least...his own thoughts. It was an intriguing idea, one that planted a seed of instant curiosity in Taiki's ever-inquisitive mind. What would it be like for an empath to make love?
He trailed his fingers along Yaten's cheekbones and threaded them back through the fine, silvery strands of his hair. Yaten moaned, a low sound deep in his throat, as Taiki lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue ever-so-gently over the ridges of the older boy's Adam's apple. He started slightly as he ran his hands far enough back through Yaten's hair that his fingers touched wiry curls. Seiya lifted his head, responding to the light touch, and grinned at Taiki mischievously over Yaten's shoulder before he again lowered his lips to the curve of Yaten's neck. By an unspoken agreement, they helped each other in their next task. Seiya's fingers danced along Yaten's shoulders, taking the jacket of Yaten's powder blue suit with them. When he was finished, the jacket slid off of Yaten's shoulders, and with a simple shrug of his fine shoulders, Yaten dropped the jacket. It fell in a heap at his feet.
Meanwhile, Taiki moved his hands along Yaten's chest, his curiosity again getting the best of him---*this* was something he and Seiya had in common---as he ran his fingertips over every muscle and curve. He surprised himself with almost instant impatience, a desire for more so strong that he obeyed his instincts without stopping to question them with the care he usually paid his every thought. It felt exhilarating to let go of that control, to surrender himself for once to natural impulse. That impulse was telling him that he wanted to examine Yaten's reactions to a more intimate touch. His hands made quick work of Yaten's belt, fingers now surprisingly steady as he went on to tug Yaten's shirt up. While Yaten writhed and gasped against him, apparently still caught between the wish to lean forward towards Taiki and the desire to fall back against Seiya, Taiki moved his hands down Yaten's ribs, hands pausing to rub firmly along the hard muscles of Yaten's abdomen.
Yaten squirmed back against Seiya, the sensation of Taiki's hot palms against his skin surprising him. Beyond the physical sensation of warmth, and the erotic scrape of the calluses on Taiki's fingers against his stomach, every touch against his skin flooded Yaten with the heated thoughts of another mind. Skin to skin he couldn't maintain his mental barriers, and his empathy made him a natural conductor to the emotions of his two bandmates. Every brush of Seiya's lips along his neck sent a rush of white hot desire searing down his spine; he could feel Seiya's excitement, and his ambition, a sincere hope that he would shortly see Yaten crying out in a kind of pleasure the three of them had only imagined before now. As Taiki's fingers swirled around and then tugged lightly on his nipples, Yaten felt a shuddering, curious sense of lust puddle somewhere deep in his belly, coiling a loving sense of warmth up through his chest; he could feel Taiki's sincerity, his lingering concern that he would do something wrong, and his love. Caught within the web of his two lovers' emotions, he could only scarcely distinguish his own thoughts and feelings---it all began to boil together into one hard rush of heat, singing in every nerve of his body.
Taiki felt Yaten buckling against him even before Yaten realized his own position, and Taiki's arms wrapped around him securely, keeping him up when his knees suddenly failed him. Yaten wrapped his arms around Taiki's shoulders and puffed out a startled breath against Taiki's neck, while Seiya chuckled, obviously amused by Yaten's predicament. Yaten had no time to tell him to shut up; before he could do anything, Seiya had bent, an arm scooping around Yaten's knees, the other moving around his back, and he swung Yaten up into his arms. The second of Yaten's startled sounds was enough to make even Taiki smile.
While Yaten was busy being momentarily indignant, Seiya jerked his chin towards the bed. Taiki nodded, and as Seiya waited, Yaten squirming in his arms and still too breathless to protest intelligently, Taiki took off his nightshirt, tossing it on top of Yaten's jacket. He crawled onto his bed and sat back against the pillows, lifting his knees. Yaten finally did yell out, swearing at Seiya loudly, when Seiya dropped him unceremoniously onto the bed. Seiya just grinned, tipping an invisible hat to Yaten, before he started to strip off his clothes.
Taiki beckoned silently to Yaten, who turned to give Seiya one last meaningful glare before he slunk up the length of the bed and knelt between Taiki's knees. His hands came up towards Taiki's bare chest and hesitated, Yaten's eyes flickering up to check for reaction. Taiki smiled and leaned forward, again cupping Yaten's cheeks in his hands as he bent to kiss him. Yaten's hands dropped to press lightly against Taiki's skin, his fingers exploring Taiki's chest as Taiki had explored his. Instantly, Taiki felt Yaten start to shudder again, affected not only by his own desire but by Taiki's as well.
Taiki's eyes snapped open and he pulled back in surprise when Yaten suddenly closed his mouth, lightly biting down on Taiki's bottom lip. His mouth released, Yaten let out a low groan, dropping his forehead to rest against Taiki's breastbone. Taiki saw what had caused Yaten's reaction immediately; Seiya had finally joined them on the bed, and while Yaten had been occupied with Taiki, Seiya had slid up Yaten's shirt and bent to lave a hot trail up the smaller boy's spine with his tongue. Seiya was naked, and Taiki took a moment to look at him, focusing on him truly for the first time in this state. They had seen each other naked, even in these forms, but never for any length of time. Every inch of Seiya was predictably muscular, his slender body toned to near-perfection. Taiki knew that where Yaten's skin was satiny smooth to the touch, soft and pliable, Seiya's would feel hard; the measure of a passionate athlete.
Yaten's concern was for beauty rather than power; he was equally as strong as Seiya, but manifested it in a noticeably different way, his body still supple to the touch, his skin and hair groomed to an admittedly effeminate ideal. Yaten had from the start been the most reluctant among them.
Yaten lifted his head, and Taiki leaned forward, his lips questing along the smooth column of Yaten's throat as Taiki moved his hands to Yaten's shirt. Seiya, meanwhile, continued to lick and bite his way along Yaten's spine, Yaten arching and squirming against his mouth. Taiki pushed the shirt back off of Yaten's shoulders, and felt Seiya catch hold of the fabric and tug it away. Yaten shifted his shoulders again, allowing the shirt to slide off of his arms, and Seiya tossed it aside.
Taiki now focused on the pale skin fully revealed to him, hands running so lightly over it that Yaten shuddered. Somewhere in the back of Taiki's mind, where he was always thinking beyond the speed of a normal human, he was analyzing Yaten's reactions, imagining exactly how many nerve fibers must be shooting off at that very moment to produce them.
Seiya didn't care about the biology. He was more concerned with physics at that moment, his eyes quickly moving over the bed and the position of his two partners as he did some quick thinking. In a matter of seconds he'd worked out the positions in his mind---it was just like lining up a team for any sports event, he decided; you just had to decide who would work best in each position and where to put them for the best effect---and he was grinning, satisfied with his choice.
Seiya lifted his head, his hands coming to rest against Yaten's hips, which swiveled tantalizingly in his grip.
"Taiki," Seiya said, his voice odd---somehow deeper and breathier than usual. Taiki looked up, meeting Seiya's eyes. "Do you have anything we could...?"
Seiya made a vague gesture, but Taiki, who was notoriously quick on the uptake, knew what he meant instantly. There was a natural course to these things, he knew, even given the fact that he supposed none of the three of them had ever imagined this happening---at least, in *this* way.
"Hand lotion," Taiki offered, surprised by the husky sound of his own voice. He reached to his bedside table and picked up a tube of hand gel, and he passed it across to Seiya.
"Thanks," Seiya said with a bright grin. He waggled his eyebrows, and Taiki had the grace to look briefly scandalized before he smiled. "Would you mind helping me?"
"Not at all," Taiki replied smoothly.
"What are you...?" Yaten began, his voice no more than a rough whisper as he lifted his head, glancing back at Seiya before turning back to Taiki, eyes searching his.
"Relax," Seiya said, rubbing Yaten's lower back soothingly while Taiki slid his hands down Yaten's chest. Yaten sucked in a swift breath when Taiki undid his zipper, and he lifted his hips obediently when Seiya started to pull his pants down. Yaten leaned forward, stretching his legs out a bit to let Seiya tug the pants all the way off. They joined the heap on the floor instantly---Seiya seemed to have a moment of fun with it, treating it as though it were basketball, focusing on getting the bundle of fabric across the room and on top of the others. When he 'scored' he let out a warm "Yes!", and Taiki chuckled even as Yaten squirmed impatiently, stopping only when Seiya's hands returned to his hips. Yaten automatically leaned back into the heat of Seiya's palms as they curled around his hipbones, then drew backwards, fingertips gliding along the firm muscles of his butt.
Taiki lowered his eyes and again took his time to observe Yaten in his nakedness, his hands running gently down Yaten's sides as his eyes took in Yaten's slender thighs, wiry musculature and---he blushed even as he looked---he came to focus on the patch of curly silver hair at the junction of Yaten's pelvis. At first he was hesitant, but as he watched, Yaten groaned, reacting to Seiya's touch behind him, and shifted forward, hips rocking towards Taiki. The invitation was clear, and Taiki dragged his hand over Yaten's stomach, feeling the smooth muscles beneath the soft skin, and closed his hand as firmly as he dared around Yaten's erection.
Yaten bucked forward more noticeably, moving into Taiki's touch, his breath exploding out against Taiki's shoulder. He was bent forward, hands on Taiki's chest as he struggled between the two sensations; Taiki's hand began to stroke up and down, drawing Yaten forward, while Seiya, fingers now coated with some kind of cool gel, ran his fingertips lightly around Yaten's opening, beckoning Yaten to move backwards. He let out a sound of obvious frustration, clearly unsure which of his body's impulses to follow, and he felt Taiki's free arm curl around his back, pulling him closer, making the decision for him. Yaten wrapped his arms around Taiki's neck and leaned against him, relieved, his lips against Taiki's cheek.
Taiki could feel Yaten's breath against his already over-heated skin, and he held Yaten as close as he could, his hand stroking up and down Yaten's back in time with the rhythm he'd set against Yaten's erection. His strokes were long and slow, and Yaten reacted to them by thrusting in a jerky counter-rhythm. Taiki glanced over Yaten at Seiya and found Seiya concentrating, lower lip held between his teeth as he tried to come to grips with the erratic movement of Yaten's hips. As Taiki watched, Seiya coated his fingers with some more of the hand gel and bent, his focus becoming even more intense. Yaten gasped loudly against Taiki's cheek as Seiya's fingers quested forwards, pressing past the tight ring of muscle he found.
"Relax, Yaten," Seiya murmured absently, his other hand still rubbing soothingly against the small of Yaten's back, trying to calm him.
Yaten let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the feelings he was receiving from the other two, letting them flood freely into his mind and through his body. Within seconds of the release of his remaining mental blocks, he was flooded with Taiki's confidence, which gave him certainty, and with Seiya's determination, which gave him security. With Seiya's passion igniting his own and Taiki's desire curling around his, it was difficult to feel anything anymore except raw, aching need. He felt in the next few seconds as though he was melting, his body nothing but a fluid mass of heat as he relaxed utterly against Taiki's chest. He was too preoccupied with the sensations exploding throughout his body to feel any pain when Seiya entered him. Instead he shuddered at the warmth that flooded him, and the sense of being stretched and filled as Seiya thrust forward, his movements increasingly bold as he found little resistance.
Taiki glanced up when he heard Seiya groan, and was instantly entranced by the concentrated look of pleasure on Seiya's face as he thrust once more, finally burying himself completely in Yaten. Seiya's hands were shaking where they clasped Yaten's hips, but he still had the presence of mind to open his eyes and glance at Taiki. Taiki didn't understand Seiya's silent command, but Yaten seemed to sense it easily enough, and he tried to struggle up, again whimpering with frustration when he found himself unable to exert enough strength to get upright. Taiki caught on instantly at that point and curled his arms around Yaten, hoisting him up, and Yaten spread his legs instinctively. He let out another groan as he came to rest in his new position, sitting on Seiya's lap.
Yaten was shaking, aware that he was close to something very out of his ordinary experience as Seiya pressed up against his back, their skin sliding together, slick with sweat. In all of his sixteen years he'd never felt anything like this; nothing in his life could begin to compare to the way he felt now, shaking and lost in the quagmire of his own desire mixed thoroughly with that of his two companions. He could feel Seiya's rising passion, spiking through his own body with every movement. In front of him, Taiki was up on his knees, setting to his prior task with renewed determination, his long, skillful fingers stroking up and down Yaten's length in almost perfect time with Seiya's thrusts. Yaten was dimly aware of the underlying note of desperation in Taiki's movements, and he realized that of the three of them, Taiki was the only one who wasn't being fairly compensated. At that moment, however, Yaten didn't have the strength to act on this realization, so he took a second to promise himself that he would look to Taiki later before he closed his eyes and surrendered utterly to the feelings that were taking over his body.
Taiki watched, his eyes riveted to the spot where Seiya and Yaten's bodies were connected, embarrassment and shame entirely forgotten, lost in the torrent of his own unfulfilled desire and his remaining sense of curiosity. So much about this wasn't in any way what he had imagined it would be like---the sensations were too strong, his own reaction to the pleasure of his two companions too overpowering to be like anything in his experience. He couldn't help but approach it as another study, his eyes open and observing everything they possibly could. The scent of his own sweat mingled with Yaten's and Seiya's, and some kind of distinctive odor that the three of them had created---sex and olive blossoms, he decided with a quick smile---was intoxicating. The look on Seiya's face was somehow fascinating---it was incredible to watch his leader, usually so strong, utterly losing control. And Yaten---well, the sensation of Yaten thrusting up into his hand, Yaten breathing hard against his face, Yaten rolling his neck on his shoulders and moaning, a harsh, breathy sound that sent shivers down Taiki's spine and only seemed to spur Seiya on, his movements becoming increasingly erratic---Yaten was affecting Taiki more than he'd thought he was capable of being affected. Every movement of Yaten's, every sound that issued from his reddened, parted lips, was enough to cause a sensation in Taiki so profound, he wondered if he would be able to observe much longer...
The question was answered for him sooner than he'd expected. With one last, jerky thrust Seiya cried out, lowering his head against Yaten's shoulder, his breath puffing in and out at an exhausting rate. Within seconds of this, Yaten stiffened against Seiya and then his pelvis bucked upwards towards Taiki. Even as Yaten whimpered helplessly, his hands clutching Taiki's back, Taiki felt as Yaten thrust into his hand, coating it, his own stomach and Taiki's with a warm, sticky liquid. Taiki's reaction to this was immediate---he lifted a finger to his lips and tasted, only to grimace slightly, not entirely pleased by the taste.
Seiya and Yaten were, for the moment, indisposed, and didn't notice Taiki's little experiment. Yaten was resting his head against Taiki's shoulder, and Seiya was still pressed to Yaten's, trying to catch his breath. Long moments passed like that, silent except for the sound of ragged breathing as the three boys tried to catch up with themselves. Predictably, it was Seiya who regained his strength first, and his hands again rested carefully against Yaten's hips as he withdrew himself slowly from Yaten's body. Yaten gave a last shudder and then stilled against Taiki, arms around Taiki's neck, his breath growing calmer as Seiya disengaged. Seiya dropped down to lie on his back, a hand on his belly as he continued to breathe evenly, his eyes glazed over.
Taiki stiffened as Yaten straightened his back in one sinuous movement and placed a palm firmly to the centre of Taiki's chest. Taiki glimpsed the determination in Yaten's green eyes, still blazing with passion, and shuddered with a kind of uncertainty as he realized a bit belatedly what it meant. By then Yaten had already reached boldly into Taiki's pajama bottoms with the hand, and the other was tugging the waist of the pants downwards, freeing Taiki's erection. Taiki heard a soft chuckle from the end of the bed and his eyes flew in that direction, meeting Seiya's warm gaze.
"You should see your face," Seiya said with a sudden smirk, and Taiki tried to relax, aware of the shock he was showing clearly. He took a deep breath and relaxed back against the pillows, his eyes dropping to meet Yaten's, holding Yaten's heated gaze as Yaten braced himself against Taiki with a hand on his chest, then focused fully on his task. His hand was incredibly hot, his small fingers, so clumsy at first, quickly catching onto a rhythm and sliding along Taiki's length naturally, slick with sweat and precum. Taiki let out a slow breath, and felt a rumble move up his throat, expressing his pleasure as Yaten deftly stroked his skin, drawing him ever closer to inevitability. Yaten grinned, seemingly pleased with himself, when Taiki finally rocked his hips forward one last time, his head dropping back to hit the wall with a soft thud as he groaned, a breathless sound that made both Yaten and Seiya shudder. Neither of them had ever seen Taiki quite so relaxed, so pleased with himself and his companions. Taiki's satisfaction was obvious as he opened his eyes, smiling softly at Yaten while he dropped a hand, running his fingers gingerly through the spatter of liquid on his belly.
"Thank you," Taiki murmured, his other hand coming up to thread its way back into Yaten's hair, letting the soft strands spill over his fingers. Yaten grinned and reached back, feeling the way his ponytail had gone into disarray, then turned back to glance at Seiya, who was sitting up by then, campfire style.
"That was fun," Seiya said, still smirking, and Yaten must not have been too fond of his self-satisfied look, because he found a creative way to wipe the smirk from Seiya's face.
Taiki watched as his two friends kissed, watched the passion in it and realized with a brief sensation of shock that it was their first kiss. Yaten's first kiss had gone to him, and this somehow made him feel warmer, his cheeks flushing pink as he considered the implications. When Yaten and Seiya broke their kiss, they both laughed when they saw the look on Taiki's face.
"You look really satisfied with yourself," Seiya explained, while Yaten merely giggled, a hand over his mouth.
"You look like the proverbial cat who ate the canary," Yaten said with a snicker, and Taiki grinned in response.
"I feel like I've been paid an honor," he explained, lifting an eyebrow, and Seiya snorted at that.
"You didn't do much, Taiki...don't expect a medal," he said, and when Yaten smacked him hard against his bare chest, he only laughed wickedly and tickled Yaten's hips. Yaten yelped and lost his balance, dropping forward into Taiki's arms, to the sound of Seiya's chuckles.
Yaten looked indignant again as he pushed himself back upright, taking little notice of the way Taiki fondly ran his fingers along Yaten's collarbone. He opened his mouth, obviously about to say something, but silenced when Seiya leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"That was great," Seiya said smartly, waggling his eyebrows at Yaten this time. "Thanks for talking me into it."
Yaten definitely spluttered with indignation at that.
"I didn't---! Oh, you..." he growled, only to stiffen when he felt Taiki's fingertips feathering over his ribs.
"I imagine you took a lot of coercing in order to agree to it, did you, Seiya?" Taiki asked sardonically, and he smiled patiently when Seiya winked.
"Damn right," Seiya said, and then he lay back on the bed again, his eyes on Taiki and Yaten.
Yaten was stroking Taiki's cheek, looking into Taiki's eyes curiously until Taiki felt compelled to ask what he was seeking, even if all he would gain by the knowledge was a sense of obligation to answer whatever Yaten's question would be.
"What is it?" he murmured, his own hands still resting on Yaten's shoulders.
Yaten started, as though he hadn't known he was staring so intently, and then smiled.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "I was just making sure."
Taiki looked back into Yaten's clear green gaze for another moment before he nodded and smiled, understanding.
"So...does that mean we can do this again sometime?" Seiya asked, inserting a note of hopefulness into his voice that was just enough to break the seriousness of the moment. Yaten started to giggle again, the sound soft and enchanting, and Taiki laughed, something that was even rarer for him than relaxation. Seiya's gentle snickering created the perfect counterpoint, and the three of them fell asleep that night wrapped in the lingering warmth of their delight.
*****
I want to convey to you
The love engraved in this age
Making sure this warmth never fades away
Let this passion go on forever
And ever
*****
THE END
Date Finished: November 12th, 2004
Classification: Romance, Angst, Humor, Alternate Universe
Pairing: Seiya/Yaten/Taiki
Rating: NC-17
Note: Written for yaoi_challenge 2004 (http://www.livejournal.com/communities/yaoi_challenge/).
Selves
By Elsewhere
elsewherecw@shaw.ca
All other information in Part One.
Part Two: And Ever
*****
I want to convey this love with you
Until the color of the universe is true
Where did you come from?
Are you here to find your dream? Or
Are you here to get intoxicated by your own greed?
Answer me
*****
"Taiki!" Seiya was the first to speak, the sound bursting out of his mouth as he strode into Taiki's room, Yaten skidding to a stop just behind him.
At first Taiki was silent, his hands shaking as he pulled on a nightshirt. He had already changed into his pajama bottoms, and a quick glance downwards gave Seiya an immediate idea of why. He chose not to mention it at first, instead deciding to focus on a less inflammatory subject.
"Wow, Yaten...I think this is the first time we've ever managed to make *Taiki* speechless," Seiya said, without sarcasm or malice.
Yaten, for his part, was too distressed to snap at Seiya as he usually would have, and instead took a step towards Taiki, his expression imploring.
"Taiki...it's not what you think..." Yaten began, his voice so soft and hesitant it was hard to hear.
"It isn't?" Seiya said, instantly frowning with confusion and a touch of hurt. "What is it then!?"
Yaten turned to glare half-heartedly at Seiya, but was stopped from having to answer by the sound of Taiki letting out a slow, even breath. Seiya and Yaten both watched in silence as Taiki turned to face them, his eyes hesitantly coming up to meet Yaten's.
"Yaten, you don't have to lie," Taiki said in a reasonable facsimile of his usual calm tone. It would have been entirely convincing if his voice hadn't been shaking so badly. He lifted a hand and rubbed his eyes, hiding them from view for a moment. "You don't even have to explain. I...should have knocked, at least."
"Yeah, you should," Seiya said, still frowning.
"Seiya, just---" Yaten began, only to be cut off by an irritated noise from Taiki, who had dropped his hand and was now looking between his two bandmates with a certain measure of annoyance.
"Stop it, both of you," Taiki said, his voice considerably firmer than it had been. "I intruded on something I shouldn't have, and I apologize. Don't fight about it, and don't deny it---" here he directed his gaze at Yaten, "---because neither of you has anything to be ashamed of."
"Yeah, exactly," Seiya said, though he sounded slightly mollified.
Yaten still looked shell-shocked.
"Taiki..." he said, voice trailing away as he simply stared at Taiki's face; at his pinched expression.
Seiya glanced back to Taiki, alerted by the tone of Yaten's voice, and this time took his time to observe Taiki more fully.
As he had less than half an hour before out in the hallway, he came to a sudden realization. His initial reaction to this realization was a strong desire to kick himself.
"Shit," he said softly into the tense silence of the room, and both his bandmates looked at him.
Seiya glanced at Yaten, then paused, running a hand through his hair, which succeeded in messing it up beyond what Yaten had managed to do earlier. Then Seiya looked at Taiki, and chewed on his lip while he observed Taiki in silence for several long seconds that felt like an eternity to the two others in the room. They had fallen silent, automatically awaiting their leader's say.
"Well...what do we do with this, now?" Seiya mused aloud, but the tone of his voice suggested that he had actually already decided.
Yaten caught on quickly enough, sensing the change in Seiya's intentions almost instantly.
"Seiya, I don't think---" he started, only to cut himself off again when Seiya held up a finger, beckoning for silence.
"Yaten...tell me something," Seiya said quietly, his tone unusually serious as he turned and focused his attention entirely on Yaten. "What do you feel right now?"
Yaten stared at him, his expression bemused.
"Be honest," Seiya said, his eyes imploring Yaten to understand. "Like Taiki said, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and besides...the three of us are close enough that we shouldn't hesitate to tell each other anything. We trust each other with our *lives*...right?"
Yaten was stonily silent for another long moment, and the tick of Taiki's bedside clock seemed unusually loud as Taiki and Seiya both stared at the oldest among them, awaiting his verdict. Finally, Yaten's expression softened somewhat, and he turned to look at Taiki.
"I feel...unfulfilled," Yaten said, his voice still low and hesitant. "I feel...curious."
"And what do you feel from me?" Seiya asked, just as steadily.
Yaten swallowed, his cheeks going pink as he continued.
"I feel your frustration," he whispered, now obviously having to force himself to speak, to break down the inhibition. "I feel that...you want to finish what we started."
By the time he'd got the last bit out, his cheeks were burning red. Taiki's ears were equally as scarlet, and he shifted uncomfortably where he stood, obviously recognizing what Seiya's next step would be.
"And what do you feel from Taiki right now?" Seiya questioned, his voice almost as quiet as Yaten's.
"I feel...his discomfort," Yaten murmured, his eyes now fixed on Taiki's. Taiki seemed to be fighting with himself, fighting not to turn away. "I feel his...desire. He wants..."
Yaten stopped to swallow before the last word escaped him on a breath. "...Me."
"Right," Seiya said, and Taiki almost flinched when Seiya turned to him, meeting his eyes. The look in Seiya's was kind and curious. "Taiki...how about you?"
Taiki didn't answer; his hands were shaking again.
"You and I both want the same thing right now," Seiya continued quietly, glancing back at Yaten's red face before he went on. "You're in love with Yaten---" Taiki did flinch at that, his eyes flickering downwards, ears growing more and more red by the second, "---and I'm attracted to him...I always have been. I love him enough that I think I can do this without screwing up what we already have."
He looked over at Yaten, his voice quieting as he spoke on. "I believe that the three of us trust each other enough that we can't do anything to mess up our friendship. What do you think?"
Yaten hesitated only briefly before he nodded, his face finally starting to clear of its intense color as he seemed to calm down, recognizing the truth in Seiya's words. Seiya turned to Taiki, who remained frozen in indecision.
"What do you say?" Seiya said, lifting his eyebrows. "It doesn't have to be this difficult, right?"
Several seconds passed, and Seiya and Yaten both held their breath until Taiki finally nodded, closing his eyes.
"Right," Seiya murmured, and he turned to glance at Yaten again. "Then, in that case..."
His seduction was simple; again, no more than a hand held out towards Yaten, and Yaten stepped forward, entwining his fingers with Seiya's. Yaten's mouth opened on a sound like a purr as Seiya bent to nibble at his neck, stimulating already over-sensitive skin until Yaten felt an answering rush of heat move down his spine. Seiya lifted his head and grinned, and Yaten's lips curled ever so slightly at the corners in answer before he stepped forward, one hand still clutched in Seiya's and the other lifting up to gently touch Taiki's cheek. Taiki stood still, a bit shocked by what was happening, as Yaten ran his fingers down the line of Taiki's jaw, then stepped forward, lifting himself on his toes. Taiki reacted automatically, his hands coming up to support Yaten even as their lips met; a gentle, curious kiss.
Taiki was just about to pull away when Yaten suddenly gasped into his mouth, and Taiki lifted his head, seeking the cause. Seiya had slid around behind Yaten, one hand firmly holding Yaten's hips back against his own while the other brushed Yaten's ponytail over his shoulder, giving Seiya access to the back of Yaten's neck. Seiya set to his pattern of insistent little kisses and nudges against Yaten's skin, while Yaten groaned and leaned a little closer to Taiki. Taiki lowered his eyes back to Yaten's face, and when he saw the sense of need in Yaten's hazed-over expression, he lifted shaking hands and cupped them around Yaten's cheeks, holding him steady as he lowered his head to deliver a surprisingly firm, demanding kiss.
Taiki was surprised by the insistence in Yaten's kiss. He had expected Yaten to hesitate, but now that the matter had been decided, it seemed that Yaten was willing to put aside thought. At least...his own thoughts. It was an intriguing idea, one that planted a seed of instant curiosity in Taiki's ever-inquisitive mind. What would it be like for an empath to make love?
He trailed his fingers along Yaten's cheekbones and threaded them back through the fine, silvery strands of his hair. Yaten moaned, a low sound deep in his throat, as Taiki lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue ever-so-gently over the ridges of the older boy's Adam's apple. He started slightly as he ran his hands far enough back through Yaten's hair that his fingers touched wiry curls. Seiya lifted his head, responding to the light touch, and grinned at Taiki mischievously over Yaten's shoulder before he again lowered his lips to the curve of Yaten's neck. By an unspoken agreement, they helped each other in their next task. Seiya's fingers danced along Yaten's shoulders, taking the jacket of Yaten's powder blue suit with them. When he was finished, the jacket slid off of Yaten's shoulders, and with a simple shrug of his fine shoulders, Yaten dropped the jacket. It fell in a heap at his feet.
Meanwhile, Taiki moved his hands along Yaten's chest, his curiosity again getting the best of him---*this* was something he and Seiya had in common---as he ran his fingertips over every muscle and curve. He surprised himself with almost instant impatience, a desire for more so strong that he obeyed his instincts without stopping to question them with the care he usually paid his every thought. It felt exhilarating to let go of that control, to surrender himself for once to natural impulse. That impulse was telling him that he wanted to examine Yaten's reactions to a more intimate touch. His hands made quick work of Yaten's belt, fingers now surprisingly steady as he went on to tug Yaten's shirt up. While Yaten writhed and gasped against him, apparently still caught between the wish to lean forward towards Taiki and the desire to fall back against Seiya, Taiki moved his hands down Yaten's ribs, hands pausing to rub firmly along the hard muscles of Yaten's abdomen.
Yaten squirmed back against Seiya, the sensation of Taiki's hot palms against his skin surprising him. Beyond the physical sensation of warmth, and the erotic scrape of the calluses on Taiki's fingers against his stomach, every touch against his skin flooded Yaten with the heated thoughts of another mind. Skin to skin he couldn't maintain his mental barriers, and his empathy made him a natural conductor to the emotions of his two bandmates. Every brush of Seiya's lips along his neck sent a rush of white hot desire searing down his spine; he could feel Seiya's excitement, and his ambition, a sincere hope that he would shortly see Yaten crying out in a kind of pleasure the three of them had only imagined before now. As Taiki's fingers swirled around and then tugged lightly on his nipples, Yaten felt a shuddering, curious sense of lust puddle somewhere deep in his belly, coiling a loving sense of warmth up through his chest; he could feel Taiki's sincerity, his lingering concern that he would do something wrong, and his love. Caught within the web of his two lovers' emotions, he could only scarcely distinguish his own thoughts and feelings---it all began to boil together into one hard rush of heat, singing in every nerve of his body.
Taiki felt Yaten buckling against him even before Yaten realized his own position, and Taiki's arms wrapped around him securely, keeping him up when his knees suddenly failed him. Yaten wrapped his arms around Taiki's shoulders and puffed out a startled breath against Taiki's neck, while Seiya chuckled, obviously amused by Yaten's predicament. Yaten had no time to tell him to shut up; before he could do anything, Seiya had bent, an arm scooping around Yaten's knees, the other moving around his back, and he swung Yaten up into his arms. The second of Yaten's startled sounds was enough to make even Taiki smile.
While Yaten was busy being momentarily indignant, Seiya jerked his chin towards the bed. Taiki nodded, and as Seiya waited, Yaten squirming in his arms and still too breathless to protest intelligently, Taiki took off his nightshirt, tossing it on top of Yaten's jacket. He crawled onto his bed and sat back against the pillows, lifting his knees. Yaten finally did yell out, swearing at Seiya loudly, when Seiya dropped him unceremoniously onto the bed. Seiya just grinned, tipping an invisible hat to Yaten, before he started to strip off his clothes.
Taiki beckoned silently to Yaten, who turned to give Seiya one last meaningful glare before he slunk up the length of the bed and knelt between Taiki's knees. His hands came up towards Taiki's bare chest and hesitated, Yaten's eyes flickering up to check for reaction. Taiki smiled and leaned forward, again cupping Yaten's cheeks in his hands as he bent to kiss him. Yaten's hands dropped to press lightly against Taiki's skin, his fingers exploring Taiki's chest as Taiki had explored his. Instantly, Taiki felt Yaten start to shudder again, affected not only by his own desire but by Taiki's as well.
Taiki's eyes snapped open and he pulled back in surprise when Yaten suddenly closed his mouth, lightly biting down on Taiki's bottom lip. His mouth released, Yaten let out a low groan, dropping his forehead to rest against Taiki's breastbone. Taiki saw what had caused Yaten's reaction immediately; Seiya had finally joined them on the bed, and while Yaten had been occupied with Taiki, Seiya had slid up Yaten's shirt and bent to lave a hot trail up the smaller boy's spine with his tongue. Seiya was naked, and Taiki took a moment to look at him, focusing on him truly for the first time in this state. They had seen each other naked, even in these forms, but never for any length of time. Every inch of Seiya was predictably muscular, his slender body toned to near-perfection. Taiki knew that where Yaten's skin was satiny smooth to the touch, soft and pliable, Seiya's would feel hard; the measure of a passionate athlete.
Yaten's concern was for beauty rather than power; he was equally as strong as Seiya, but manifested it in a noticeably different way, his body still supple to the touch, his skin and hair groomed to an admittedly effeminate ideal. Yaten had from the start been the most reluctant among them.
Yaten lifted his head, and Taiki leaned forward, his lips questing along the smooth column of Yaten's throat as Taiki moved his hands to Yaten's shirt. Seiya, meanwhile, continued to lick and bite his way along Yaten's spine, Yaten arching and squirming against his mouth. Taiki pushed the shirt back off of Yaten's shoulders, and felt Seiya catch hold of the fabric and tug it away. Yaten shifted his shoulders again, allowing the shirt to slide off of his arms, and Seiya tossed it aside.
Taiki now focused on the pale skin fully revealed to him, hands running so lightly over it that Yaten shuddered. Somewhere in the back of Taiki's mind, where he was always thinking beyond the speed of a normal human, he was analyzing Yaten's reactions, imagining exactly how many nerve fibers must be shooting off at that very moment to produce them.
Seiya didn't care about the biology. He was more concerned with physics at that moment, his eyes quickly moving over the bed and the position of his two partners as he did some quick thinking. In a matter of seconds he'd worked out the positions in his mind---it was just like lining up a team for any sports event, he decided; you just had to decide who would work best in each position and where to put them for the best effect---and he was grinning, satisfied with his choice.
Seiya lifted his head, his hands coming to rest against Yaten's hips, which swiveled tantalizingly in his grip.
"Taiki," Seiya said, his voice odd---somehow deeper and breathier than usual. Taiki looked up, meeting Seiya's eyes. "Do you have anything we could...?"
Seiya made a vague gesture, but Taiki, who was notoriously quick on the uptake, knew what he meant instantly. There was a natural course to these things, he knew, even given the fact that he supposed none of the three of them had ever imagined this happening---at least, in *this* way.
"Hand lotion," Taiki offered, surprised by the husky sound of his own voice. He reached to his bedside table and picked up a tube of hand gel, and he passed it across to Seiya.
"Thanks," Seiya said with a bright grin. He waggled his eyebrows, and Taiki had the grace to look briefly scandalized before he smiled. "Would you mind helping me?"
"Not at all," Taiki replied smoothly.
"What are you...?" Yaten began, his voice no more than a rough whisper as he lifted his head, glancing back at Seiya before turning back to Taiki, eyes searching his.
"Relax," Seiya said, rubbing Yaten's lower back soothingly while Taiki slid his hands down Yaten's chest. Yaten sucked in a swift breath when Taiki undid his zipper, and he lifted his hips obediently when Seiya started to pull his pants down. Yaten leaned forward, stretching his legs out a bit to let Seiya tug the pants all the way off. They joined the heap on the floor instantly---Seiya seemed to have a moment of fun with it, treating it as though it were basketball, focusing on getting the bundle of fabric across the room and on top of the others. When he 'scored' he let out a warm "Yes!", and Taiki chuckled even as Yaten squirmed impatiently, stopping only when Seiya's hands returned to his hips. Yaten automatically leaned back into the heat of Seiya's palms as they curled around his hipbones, then drew backwards, fingertips gliding along the firm muscles of his butt.
Taiki lowered his eyes and again took his time to observe Yaten in his nakedness, his hands running gently down Yaten's sides as his eyes took in Yaten's slender thighs, wiry musculature and---he blushed even as he looked---he came to focus on the patch of curly silver hair at the junction of Yaten's pelvis. At first he was hesitant, but as he watched, Yaten groaned, reacting to Seiya's touch behind him, and shifted forward, hips rocking towards Taiki. The invitation was clear, and Taiki dragged his hand over Yaten's stomach, feeling the smooth muscles beneath the soft skin, and closed his hand as firmly as he dared around Yaten's erection.
Yaten bucked forward more noticeably, moving into Taiki's touch, his breath exploding out against Taiki's shoulder. He was bent forward, hands on Taiki's chest as he struggled between the two sensations; Taiki's hand began to stroke up and down, drawing Yaten forward, while Seiya, fingers now coated with some kind of cool gel, ran his fingertips lightly around Yaten's opening, beckoning Yaten to move backwards. He let out a sound of obvious frustration, clearly unsure which of his body's impulses to follow, and he felt Taiki's free arm curl around his back, pulling him closer, making the decision for him. Yaten wrapped his arms around Taiki's neck and leaned against him, relieved, his lips against Taiki's cheek.
Taiki could feel Yaten's breath against his already over-heated skin, and he held Yaten as close as he could, his hand stroking up and down Yaten's back in time with the rhythm he'd set against Yaten's erection. His strokes were long and slow, and Yaten reacted to them by thrusting in a jerky counter-rhythm. Taiki glanced over Yaten at Seiya and found Seiya concentrating, lower lip held between his teeth as he tried to come to grips with the erratic movement of Yaten's hips. As Taiki watched, Seiya coated his fingers with some more of the hand gel and bent, his focus becoming even more intense. Yaten gasped loudly against Taiki's cheek as Seiya's fingers quested forwards, pressing past the tight ring of muscle he found.
"Relax, Yaten," Seiya murmured absently, his other hand still rubbing soothingly against the small of Yaten's back, trying to calm him.
Yaten let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the feelings he was receiving from the other two, letting them flood freely into his mind and through his body. Within seconds of the release of his remaining mental blocks, he was flooded with Taiki's confidence, which gave him certainty, and with Seiya's determination, which gave him security. With Seiya's passion igniting his own and Taiki's desire curling around his, it was difficult to feel anything anymore except raw, aching need. He felt in the next few seconds as though he was melting, his body nothing but a fluid mass of heat as he relaxed utterly against Taiki's chest. He was too preoccupied with the sensations exploding throughout his body to feel any pain when Seiya entered him. Instead he shuddered at the warmth that flooded him, and the sense of being stretched and filled as Seiya thrust forward, his movements increasingly bold as he found little resistance.
Taiki glanced up when he heard Seiya groan, and was instantly entranced by the concentrated look of pleasure on Seiya's face as he thrust once more, finally burying himself completely in Yaten. Seiya's hands were shaking where they clasped Yaten's hips, but he still had the presence of mind to open his eyes and glance at Taiki. Taiki didn't understand Seiya's silent command, but Yaten seemed to sense it easily enough, and he tried to struggle up, again whimpering with frustration when he found himself unable to exert enough strength to get upright. Taiki caught on instantly at that point and curled his arms around Yaten, hoisting him up, and Yaten spread his legs instinctively. He let out another groan as he came to rest in his new position, sitting on Seiya's lap.
Yaten was shaking, aware that he was close to something very out of his ordinary experience as Seiya pressed up against his back, their skin sliding together, slick with sweat. In all of his sixteen years he'd never felt anything like this; nothing in his life could begin to compare to the way he felt now, shaking and lost in the quagmire of his own desire mixed thoroughly with that of his two companions. He could feel Seiya's rising passion, spiking through his own body with every movement. In front of him, Taiki was up on his knees, setting to his prior task with renewed determination, his long, skillful fingers stroking up and down Yaten's length in almost perfect time with Seiya's thrusts. Yaten was dimly aware of the underlying note of desperation in Taiki's movements, and he realized that of the three of them, Taiki was the only one who wasn't being fairly compensated. At that moment, however, Yaten didn't have the strength to act on this realization, so he took a second to promise himself that he would look to Taiki later before he closed his eyes and surrendered utterly to the feelings that were taking over his body.
Taiki watched, his eyes riveted to the spot where Seiya and Yaten's bodies were connected, embarrassment and shame entirely forgotten, lost in the torrent of his own unfulfilled desire and his remaining sense of curiosity. So much about this wasn't in any way what he had imagined it would be like---the sensations were too strong, his own reaction to the pleasure of his two companions too overpowering to be like anything in his experience. He couldn't help but approach it as another study, his eyes open and observing everything they possibly could. The scent of his own sweat mingled with Yaten's and Seiya's, and some kind of distinctive odor that the three of them had created---sex and olive blossoms, he decided with a quick smile---was intoxicating. The look on Seiya's face was somehow fascinating---it was incredible to watch his leader, usually so strong, utterly losing control. And Yaten---well, the sensation of Yaten thrusting up into his hand, Yaten breathing hard against his face, Yaten rolling his neck on his shoulders and moaning, a harsh, breathy sound that sent shivers down Taiki's spine and only seemed to spur Seiya on, his movements becoming increasingly erratic---Yaten was affecting Taiki more than he'd thought he was capable of being affected. Every movement of Yaten's, every sound that issued from his reddened, parted lips, was enough to cause a sensation in Taiki so profound, he wondered if he would be able to observe much longer...
The question was answered for him sooner than he'd expected. With one last, jerky thrust Seiya cried out, lowering his head against Yaten's shoulder, his breath puffing in and out at an exhausting rate. Within seconds of this, Yaten stiffened against Seiya and then his pelvis bucked upwards towards Taiki. Even as Yaten whimpered helplessly, his hands clutching Taiki's back, Taiki felt as Yaten thrust into his hand, coating it, his own stomach and Taiki's with a warm, sticky liquid. Taiki's reaction to this was immediate---he lifted a finger to his lips and tasted, only to grimace slightly, not entirely pleased by the taste.
Seiya and Yaten were, for the moment, indisposed, and didn't notice Taiki's little experiment. Yaten was resting his head against Taiki's shoulder, and Seiya was still pressed to Yaten's, trying to catch his breath. Long moments passed like that, silent except for the sound of ragged breathing as the three boys tried to catch up with themselves. Predictably, it was Seiya who regained his strength first, and his hands again rested carefully against Yaten's hips as he withdrew himself slowly from Yaten's body. Yaten gave a last shudder and then stilled against Taiki, arms around Taiki's neck, his breath growing calmer as Seiya disengaged. Seiya dropped down to lie on his back, a hand on his belly as he continued to breathe evenly, his eyes glazed over.
Taiki stiffened as Yaten straightened his back in one sinuous movement and placed a palm firmly to the centre of Taiki's chest. Taiki glimpsed the determination in Yaten's green eyes, still blazing with passion, and shuddered with a kind of uncertainty as he realized a bit belatedly what it meant. By then Yaten had already reached boldly into Taiki's pajama bottoms with the hand, and the other was tugging the waist of the pants downwards, freeing Taiki's erection. Taiki heard a soft chuckle from the end of the bed and his eyes flew in that direction, meeting Seiya's warm gaze.
"You should see your face," Seiya said with a sudden smirk, and Taiki tried to relax, aware of the shock he was showing clearly. He took a deep breath and relaxed back against the pillows, his eyes dropping to meet Yaten's, holding Yaten's heated gaze as Yaten braced himself against Taiki with a hand on his chest, then focused fully on his task. His hand was incredibly hot, his small fingers, so clumsy at first, quickly catching onto a rhythm and sliding along Taiki's length naturally, slick with sweat and precum. Taiki let out a slow breath, and felt a rumble move up his throat, expressing his pleasure as Yaten deftly stroked his skin, drawing him ever closer to inevitability. Yaten grinned, seemingly pleased with himself, when Taiki finally rocked his hips forward one last time, his head dropping back to hit the wall with a soft thud as he groaned, a breathless sound that made both Yaten and Seiya shudder. Neither of them had ever seen Taiki quite so relaxed, so pleased with himself and his companions. Taiki's satisfaction was obvious as he opened his eyes, smiling softly at Yaten while he dropped a hand, running his fingers gingerly through the spatter of liquid on his belly.
"Thank you," Taiki murmured, his other hand coming up to thread its way back into Yaten's hair, letting the soft strands spill over his fingers. Yaten grinned and reached back, feeling the way his ponytail had gone into disarray, then turned back to glance at Seiya, who was sitting up by then, campfire style.
"That was fun," Seiya said, still smirking, and Yaten must not have been too fond of his self-satisfied look, because he found a creative way to wipe the smirk from Seiya's face.
Taiki watched as his two friends kissed, watched the passion in it and realized with a brief sensation of shock that it was their first kiss. Yaten's first kiss had gone to him, and this somehow made him feel warmer, his cheeks flushing pink as he considered the implications. When Yaten and Seiya broke their kiss, they both laughed when they saw the look on Taiki's face.
"You look really satisfied with yourself," Seiya explained, while Yaten merely giggled, a hand over his mouth.
"You look like the proverbial cat who ate the canary," Yaten said with a snicker, and Taiki grinned in response.
"I feel like I've been paid an honor," he explained, lifting an eyebrow, and Seiya snorted at that.
"You didn't do much, Taiki...don't expect a medal," he said, and when Yaten smacked him hard against his bare chest, he only laughed wickedly and tickled Yaten's hips. Yaten yelped and lost his balance, dropping forward into Taiki's arms, to the sound of Seiya's chuckles.
Yaten looked indignant again as he pushed himself back upright, taking little notice of the way Taiki fondly ran his fingers along Yaten's collarbone. He opened his mouth, obviously about to say something, but silenced when Seiya leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"That was great," Seiya said smartly, waggling his eyebrows at Yaten this time. "Thanks for talking me into it."
Yaten definitely spluttered with indignation at that.
"I didn't---! Oh, you..." he growled, only to stiffen when he felt Taiki's fingertips feathering over his ribs.
"I imagine you took a lot of coercing in order to agree to it, did you, Seiya?" Taiki asked sardonically, and he smiled patiently when Seiya winked.
"Damn right," Seiya said, and then he lay back on the bed again, his eyes on Taiki and Yaten.
Yaten was stroking Taiki's cheek, looking into Taiki's eyes curiously until Taiki felt compelled to ask what he was seeking, even if all he would gain by the knowledge was a sense of obligation to answer whatever Yaten's question would be.
"What is it?" he murmured, his own hands still resting on Yaten's shoulders.
Yaten started, as though he hadn't known he was staring so intently, and then smiled.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "I was just making sure."
Taiki looked back into Yaten's clear green gaze for another moment before he nodded and smiled, understanding.
"So...does that mean we can do this again sometime?" Seiya asked, inserting a note of hopefulness into his voice that was just enough to break the seriousness of the moment. Yaten started to giggle again, the sound soft and enchanting, and Taiki laughed, something that was even rarer for him than relaxation. Seiya's gentle snickering created the perfect counterpoint, and the three of them fell asleep that night wrapped in the lingering warmth of their delight.
*****
I want to convey to you
The love engraved in this age
Making sure this warmth never fades away
Let this passion go on forever
And ever
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THE END