Akira was only a little surprised to see Shinji and crew trooping in to join him on Christmas Eve, but he was surprised to see that they had company. He hadn’t heard anything about company, and he looked curiously at the hulking giant who followed them in with someone sleeping on his back – apparently sleeping, Akira didn’t know for sure.

Shinji headed straight over to say hi, and Akira grinned at him, pleased to see him accompanied by Rien and Kippei and… whoever else.

“Who’s the party?” he asked, amused by the fact that it had to be Shinji who had dragged everyone in here tonight – well, maybe Shinji and Rien, but still.

Shinji grinned at him and then smirked at Ashi over at the bar, noticing she was wearing one of her favourite, best skirts. Definitely out on a date, with Akira and that was just so damn cute and hilarious. But Shinji forced himself to turn to his troope of hot men and grinned even wider.

“Enishi and Yoshi,” he confirmed only loud enough for their group to hear. “I invited them for Christmas. Yoshi was Kippei’s shrink during recovery.”

“My shrink,” Rien corrected. “He just looked in on Shin an’ Ki  while we was at the resort,” he explained to Akira, ignoring the fact that Shinji would rather he hadn’t been looked in on at all. In Rien’s opinion, it had been good for all of them.

“He’s asleep at the moment,” Enishi told them dryly, and Rien laughed.

“He’s always half asleep,” he pointed out, and Enishi shrugged wryly, as this was true enough.

Ashi came back over and very deliberately took the empty seat beside Akira, blinking at the newcomers and staring at Toshio with wide eyes.

“Is he asleep? That’s so strange.” She didn’t see how anyone could sleep in a club, the place was insanely loud, and there was Akira there to perve on! She leaned over and kissed Akira’s cheek before looking her brother up and down and laughing outright.

“Shit, Shin, you look…” Like he was trying to seduce someone and succeeding amazingly. “You look good.”

“So do you,” he agreed with a similar grin. “Very, very good,” he noted, loving the blush on Akira’s cheeks.

Akira was blushing hot, not ashamed of Ashi but just embarrassed at being made so obvious to everyone. Yeah, he was clean gone on her and Shinji knew it, but not everyone else did! At least they hadn’t, but he was pretty sure they did now.

Still, he wasn’t going to deny it, reaching over to squeeze her hand in case she misinterpreted the blush as something else. She was his, now, or so he meant to keep it.

Ashi hadn’t misinterpreted the blush at all, as obsessed with it as Shinji had always been growing up. She wound her fingers through his and squeezed gently, very aware that Shinji would catch the move and not caring one little bit. She wanted Shinji to see that she had a claim on his silly best friend.

Shinji just snorted softly, amused as all hell. They were cute and goofy and completely his, which was just fine with him. He shifted so snuggle in against Kippei’s side, squeezing gently before nodding to the dancefloor.

“You should go dance with Rien before he tries to seduce every person in the club.”

Kippei wasn’t worried about Rien at all, but if Shinji wanted him, them to go dance, he wasn’t going to argue. He shrugged, smiling as he leaned over to get a kiss from Shinji before he dragged Rien out to the dance floor. Rien came willingly, only too happy to have one of his boys ready to dance with him. He tugged Kippei into the rhythm and nudged him to move with the music, and Kippei fell into step readily enough. As long as he was holding on to Rien or Shinji, he was happy.

Shinji grinned at them and pushed Ashi up to steal her seat, grinning as she happily sat down on Akira’s lap instead. Just the way things should be, he’d never been happier to see two people together in his life, even if it was odd to see Ashi in a club. Well, legally.

“We can get another chair for Yoshi if you want?” He looked up at Enishi curiously, not sure what Enishi wanted to do with his sleeping boyfriend.

Enishi shrugged, tugging Toshio down into his lap and resettling comfortably holding him, still sleeping as Toshio automatically curled up against him, and it made him feel warm inside. It was so rare that Toshio clung to him at all, but when he was sleeping apparently his subconscious took over, and it trusted Enishi if nothing else did. It was, sometimes, a much needed boost. Today, it was just amusing, and he smiled faintly as Toshio curled in against him, cuddling him close and kissing his hair, regardless of the fact that Tosh wouldn’t remember it when he woke. Enishi was used to getting in what he could, when he could.

“You love them, right?” he asked Shinji with a soft, wry smile. “Even if you don’t want sex, you love them.”

Startled by the question, Shinji sat in mute silence for a while before Ashi coughed lightly and skipped up to go have a dance, discreetly removing herself from embarassing Shinji too severely.

“It’s not…I don’t…I do…I want…” He sighed and smiled a little wryly at himself. “Desperately. I love them so much I can’t breathe sometimes.” That was the part Enishi wanted to know.

“Do you really love him, even if he doesn’t want to?”

Enishi nodded, holding him closer, tightly. “So much I can’t breathe sometimes,” he agreed softly, giving Shinji a sad, wry smile as he hugged his lover close. Sex was always a secondary thing – sometimes he loved it, needed it, and other times he just needed Toshio to know that he was there, for whatever, whenever.

“He’s mine,” he noted simply. “I want anything he is, anything he can give. Whatever.”

It was so similar to some of things Kippei had said in the past few months that Shinji sat there, feeling lost. But after a while he smiled and nodded, understanding a little but mostly just pleased that he’d gottan affirmation of sorts that Kippei wasn’t just saying what he thought Shinji wanted to hear. But when he looked out at Kippei and Rien on the dancefloor, wild and carefree and sexy as all hell… they looked amazing together, rough around the edges maybe but that only added to the appeal. They looked a little roguish, maybe even a little dangerous.

“He wishes he let go sooner,” he whispered softly, not sure they would hear him, and not sure he wanted them to, just needing to say it out loud. He knew he just had to accept it, and he was trying, but it hurt. He was happy Kippei had moved on and found Rien, it had all worked out amazingly well, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less to know that Kippei wished he hadn’t even held onto hope for the time he had; that he wished he’d let go of hope that Shinji would wake up. Even if Kippei had moved on a day later, Shinji had liked to think that he would still never give up hope that Shinji would wake, even if they could only be friends.

“No he doesn’t,” Enishi told him, sure of that at least. “He wanted to hold on to you as long as he could. He couldn’t let go any sooner and he’s not sorry. Don’t think he is. He’s not.” He knew that, at least. He couldn’t quite imagine having two to love, but he knew that one would never replace another.

“He wishes he could always be there,” he noted softly, knowing how he would feel. “For you both. It’s not possible, but he doesn’t wish one at the expense of the other. Just both.” Insane as that might be.

Shinji clearly thought that was completely insane too, because while he loved Rien like mad he was not crazy enough to wish that a ten year old Rien had been hitting on his three year old self. At no point, until now, was that age gap really acceptable. Not until they could all make the decision for themselves without outward influence, not that that had happened but that was not really the point. He didn’t wish Rien had been there with them growing up, he just liked that he was there with them now. Maybe that was odd? He sighed and slumped back in his chair, smiling at Toshio, reaching out to poke his cheek, amused by how weirdly cute he looked asleep. Younger, somehow.

“Toshio loves you.”

Enishi blinked at that, then gave him a wry smile and shrugged a little, answering as he had once before, “Don’t suppose he calls it that.” It sounded odd, really, to hear it. He hadn’t ever called it that either, not aloud, not to Toshio. In general he supposed neither of them thought of it that way – himself mainly because he’d gotten out of the habit of it. As a word, it made Toshio uncomfortable, and Enishi had avoided using it partly in deference, and partly because he didn’t want to find out what might happen if he did.

“Well…maybe not, but whatever he does call it then he that’s you, so it doesn’t really matter what you call it, as long as the feeling is the same.” Shinji shrugged as if that explained everything, then frowned at the way Ashi was dancing with one of the men on the dancefloor.

“Why that little minx! And dirty dude…get your hands off my sister!” He grumpily got up and stalked down into the mass of bodies, pushing his way to where Ashi was dancing, slipping smoothly between her and her dance partner and taking over, meeting her knowing smirk with one of his own and falling into rhythm. They had both learned to dance from Akira, and as a result worked freakishly well together, in the way only siblings ever could and they were equally determined to get their significant others hot and bothered.

Akira wasn’t sure if he wanted to thank Shinji, or strangle him. Much as he’d wanted to rescue her himself, he didn’t consider this to be much of an improvement. There was no way he could go out there himself, even if he hadn’t been working, and watching the two of them get up to that made him both envious and worried. He would never be able to dance with her like that, and she was obviously enjoying it.

It was teasing, even, or something, and it wasn’t that he was jealous of Shinji so much as he knew she deserved to have a boyfriend who could come dance with her or rescue her if she needed it or just snatch her away and smother her with kisses, and what if she got tired of having one that couldn’t?

Since he couldn’t do anything about it except watch, he sighed and bit his lip as he went back to work, and played all her favorite songs.

Ashi noticed what he was doing by the third song and grabbed Shinji, dragging him up to the plastic of the front of the DJ’s booth where they both proceeded to plant large fish-like kisses against it, waving at him with wide smiles and genuine love and affection. Akira was a complete idiot if he thought Ashi needed anything more than what Akira could give her, but Shinji knew Akira would have to figure that out in his own time. He left her to her fish tank moves and wandered to where Rien and Kippei were practically having sex on the dancefloor, winding his arms around Kippei from behind and sliding his hands up under Kippei’s shirt.

“Hey sexy.”

Rien grinned at him over Kippei’s shoulder, his eyes warm and brown and happy, full of affection and comfortable lust. He loved dancing, and he knew he had Shinji to thank for getting Kippei out here with him. Rien would have had to drag him out here, but if Shinji told him to he just did it. Rien thought that was damn sexy, and if Shinji had wanted to be a pretty little dictator and order them both around all the time, he wouldn’t have minded at all.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted, sliding around Kippei to get a kiss from Shinji. Kippei turned around at almost the same time, and Shinji ended up between them, more or less.

“Much better,” Kippei decided, and Rien hummed an agreement from where he was nibbling on Shinji’s ear.

“H…hi,” Shinji stuttered, thoughts fleeing him as heat washed through him and he melted back against Kippei, reaching out to rest his hands on Rien’s shoulders, moaning at the nibbling and trying to just stay standing up when every bone in his body wanted to pool on the floor and curl up with them both. It was the first time since Hyun-ki had come home that he wanted to spend a few hours just making out with his boyfriends and it was completely unexpected, leaving him stumped and unsure what to do about it, since he was the one who had insisted on no sex for a while.

“S..st…stop that,” he moaned desperately, trying to push Rien but somehow only managing to pull him closer. “Rien!”

Rien wasn’t planning on anything going as far as sex, he was just feeling good and dancing always made him feel like touching and kissing and generally affectionate in the physical way he knew best. Didn’t hurt any that Shinji tasted tempting, just enticing in a way that made him want more and more after the first taste. He chuckled low in his throat, purring as Shinji protested but obviously didn’t want him to stop, and with Kippei’s arms around them they were making a small island in the middle of the dancefloor, still moving to the music but in a slower, lazy sort of way.

At the moment Rien was leaving a trail of marks so faint as to be almost teasing along Shinji’s neck and shoulder, enjoying himself immensely as he hooked his fingers in Kippei’s belt and pulled him in against Shinji, rocking their hips together, all three of them in slow circles. Hell yeah, that felt good, and he smiled against Shinji’s skin, kissing the last light mark and then making it a little darker.

Shinji groaned desperately as he felt himself grow hard. He couldn’t deny Rien’s mouth anything, and he reacted without any thought whatsoever. It didn’t help at all that Kippei was rubbing against his ass. His head lolled forward, resting on Rien’s shoulder as his eyes slid closed, panting softly as he struggled for control, but they were on a dance floor and the music was thumping louder than his blood and he couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“You…you make me insane,” he complained softly, but dragged Rien closer for a deeper kiss, thrusting his tongue in to taste insistently. “I want you,” he admitted.

Rien chuckled softly, being of the opinion that Shinji saying things like that was enough to make him insane, most times, but at the moment he was happy just to be here with them, making out on the dance floor with the music pulsing around them and their hands warm on his skin.

“I want you too,” he assured Shinji. “You taste goooood….” He grinned and leaned back in for another kiss, eager and joyful, thrilled that Shinji was kissing back as hungrily as he could wish.

Kippei’s hands had found their way up under Rien’s shirt, resting on his waist and holding him against Shinji. He was enjoying himself more than he’d expected to, now that both of them were here in his arms and their movements had slowed enough that he could nuzzle Shinji’s hair and the back of his neck, kissing the places that Rien had missed.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered huskily, rubbing harder against him and groaning a little himself. Not that Shinji could probably hear the words over the music but that didn’t matter, he just needed to say it.

Shinji heard, barely, but he definitely heard, and it went through him like lava, heating him clean through and sending hungry tingles across his skin. He gave into them both and moved with the music, stalking them a little, hips seeking out more contact, body thrumming with want as he watched them through half lidded eyes.

“Mine,” he purred as he happily rubbed up against Rien, sighing at the friction. “Mine, mine, mine.”

Delighted, Rien was purring back, feeling loose and liquid with the music pounding in his blood and the heat rushing through him melting in his veins. He swayed and thrust his hips against Shinji’s, murmuring in pleasure and agreement with Shinji’s possessive words.

“All yours,” he answered contentedly, taking Shinji’s mouth in another hot kiss as Kippei’s fingers made distracting, teasing trails of fire on his skin, sliding up his back and pulling him and Shinji even closer, the three of them moving as a single, perfect unit in a sensual dance of joy and pleasure.

“All mine,” Kippei told them both in a low, hungry growl, and he bit down gently on Shinji’s shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a dark mark but not, hopefully, hard enough to scare him.

Too lost in the music and heat to think about it, Shinji just moaned and slumped back against Kippei, letting it feel good and he could almost understand why the two of them liked it so much, only not because any harder and it would have hurt in a bad way instead of the good…very good way it felt now.

But he was starting to want far too much for being on a public dancefloor and when the song finished he forced himself to drag them back toward the booth, pushing Kippei into the free chair and curling up in his lap, closing his eyes and trying to will himself to calm down. He didn’t want to cum in his pants, that would be just too embarrassing.

Ashi just smirked at him and kissed Akira, amused as all hell.

A little disappointed as coming in his pants had been just what he was aiming for, but knowing that Shinji had had enough, Rien followed them back and draped himself over Kippei’s back, nuzzling and nibbling on his ear.

“You taste good too,” he informed him in a soft, husky voice.

Kippei shivered a little and rolled his eyes, giving Shinji a wryly amused look. “You’re insatiable,” he told Rien, who merely hummed affirmatively and grinning at Shinji, eyes twinkling as he licked the side of Kippei’s neck and then sighed as he let go, dropping to the floor beside Kippei as there were no more chairs, and leaning against Shinji’s knee, reaching up to squeeze his ankle affectionately.

Toshio had woken up but was still sitting lazily curled up in Enishi’s lap, watching them from half-shut eyes and smiling a little.

“Done already?” he asked, a bit curious as he thought people normally stayed on the dancefloor longer when they came out to a place like this to dance.

Shinji frowned, thinking about that because he supposed people did, at that. For hours. But it was nighttime and his body was very used to being asleep by now.

“I’m tired…was a long day,” he pointed out softly, remembering Enishi and Toshio arriving earlier than expected, and then swimming and lunch and playing with Hyun-ki…He grinned, a little amused that life in general was tiring in a good way. “Besides…it makes me want to take them home and play with them in bed.” He smirked and his eyes were mischievous as his fingers buried themselves in Rien’s mop of curly hair.

“It was a long day,” Kippei agreed, and he was more than ready to go himself. This was Rien’s kind of place, and it was fun for a little while but not for long.

“We stay’n listen to Kira’s music for a bit yet, though?” Rien noted hopefully. In the first place, while Shinji taking them to bed sounded like a damn good idea, he wasn’t quite ready to go yet, himself, and secondly, they hadn’t quite been here an hour yet and it would be nice for Akira if they hung out for a little while longer. It was a shame they’d gotten all dressed up for their night out if it wasn’t even going to last say, an hour and a half. He thought that would be a decent enough time to go.

“Yeah, we’re stayin for a while,” Shinji agreed, smiling over at Akira and Ashi, and really he’d stay for hours just to keep getting to see them together. There was something weird about them that just worked. He never would have thought of it, before the accident, but now…the new Akira needed all the things that would have annoyed the old Akira. It made Shinji all the more sure the accident had happened for a reason. So he and Kippei could have Rien, and Akira could have Ashi…it had worked. Even if it stole so much along with it.

“I love you,” he whispered against Kippei’s cheek, just holding him and enjoying being able to. He looked down at Rien and thought, weirdly, that a sexy minx angel had landed at his feet. Rien’s curls were loose and bounced around every time he moved, longer than usual now and damn cute, shining gold in the coloured lights of the club. His lips were red and a little swollen from kisses and Shinji wanted to kiss him some more.

“Why are you on the floor?” he mused softly, tugging on Rien’s hand. “There’s plenty of room up here.”

Rien was not at all sure about that, but as usual Shinji was hard to say no to, so he got to his feet and leaned against Kippei again, bending down to give Shinji a kiss as his lips were equally reddened and kiss-swollen and tempting.

“Plenty room, is it?” he asked amusedly, eyeing Kippei’s lap that was quite full of Shinji – if they’d been in an armchair or something there would have been plenty of room to nudge Shinji over and take half a seat himself, but if he did that here they were both likely to fall off Kippei altogether.

Instead he just picked Shinji up and sat down on Kippei’s lap himself, resettling Shinji in his own lap and grinning at him as he rested his head against Kippei’s. “Better?”

Toshio chuckled at them, enjoying his own lap seat which he had all to himself. He was glad he didn’t have to share – he’d never been good at sharing. Even if those three looked blissfully happy and content with it, he didn’t like the idea much himself.

Shinji caught Toshio’s look and knew what he was thinking, and he agreed. Sharing was not fun at all, but somehow it was different when it was Rien and Kippei. He was just grateful that they were willing to share with him, really. And Hyun-ki was willing to share her love with all of them, and Rien shared her with Kippei and himself and just…everyone shared, and it worked for them. If Rien and Kippei hadn’t wanted to share, Shinji’s whole life would have been destroyed, so all he could feel was grateful. That they wanted to share; that they wanted to keep him.

“Much better,” he finally agreed. Life was much, much better when they all shared.