He knew he was playing it close, but Shinji had arranged everything before hand; he’d even organised Kimiko to stall them, so as soon as he kissed Hyun-ki goodbye one last time and he heard Kippei and Rien close the car doors to take her off to grandma’s house, Shinji hit it. He did the house first, figuring if Kimiko failed in the stalling he could always lock the bathroom door and get ready while they waited.

He laid down small tea lights down the corridor wall and cleared the living room so the trail was clear out to the hot tub and outdoor table which he laid out with cheeses and wine. He floated rose petals on the hot water and scattered them briefly through the hall, but changed from the dark red petals to pure white rose petals when he reached the bedroom, scattering them in a thick layer over the rich red satin sheets Kippei had gotten him for Christmas. He found a stevie wonder CD and put it on softly in the background before hurrying into the bathroom with his bag of things and getting dressed.

He’d had to ask Ashi how to use the few bits of make up was willing to try, but she’d known the best ways to do it and they were easy enough; dark liner and a touch of blue shadow, a hint of red on his cheeks but not too much or it highlighted the gaunt lines of his face too much. He glossed his lips with a wry smirk at himself, amused at the girly creature looking back at him. Rolling on stockings was an adventure, but he managed to get the thigh highs on without laughing too hard and snapped them into place with the lacy black suspender belt Ashi had insisted he used when she heard his insane plan.

As he pulled on Rien’s old cheerleading outfit, he really did think it was insane, but it was amusing too so he didn’t stop, grabbing his white runners and pulling them on, leaving his hair out and loose in a fall of slinky darkness. He fished out his tiara and put it on then went to the larger mirror, wincing as he pulled out the fresh studs from his ears, disinfected the earings Rien had given him for Christmas one last time and put them in, satisfied when he felt no itch and saw no swelling. He reasoned that he didn’t intend to keep them in too long and so they should be okay. Then he put on his matching necklace and went to examine himself one last time, laughing at his reflection.

“Shinji, you look like a fucking girl. A boobless one, but shit!” He shook his head again and went to check that everything was okay, then taped a small list of instructions to the front door telling them to come in through the back, after he lit the bamboo lanterns down the side path and the candles out the back, and he locked the other doors and windows so they had no other choice but to obey. Satisfied he could do no more, he went to sit as sluttily as he knew how on the end of their bed to wait.

Kippei and Rien knew that Shinji was planning something, and knowing that he was wanting to get them out of the way for a bit they cooperated easily, fussing over Hyun-ki and making sure she was settled in with Nana-Kimi, Rien making sure she knew it was just overnight and they were coming back for her.

They gave her hugs and kisses and let her cling as long as she wanted, though she went readily enough to Kimiko’s arms when they were ready to leave.

Kippei started to tell her to be good, but Rien kicked his ankle and he stopped awkwardly, shooting Rien a startled glance and after a short pause changing his sentence to ‘be back soon,’ and Yuni nodded solemnly at him.

“If you tell ‘er to be good,” Rien explained as they left, “she’ll think y’mean she’s bad sometimes, and she’ll be freaked an’ stressed the whole time tryin’ to make sure she’s not makin’ Nana mad. She won’t have fun an’ she’ll worry we ain’t comin’ back for her.”

Kippei shook his head silently, resolving that someday he was going to make Rien tell him what he knew or suspected about her life before she’d come to them.

When they got home they found Shinji’s note and shared an amused look, heading around to the back and grinning at the arrangement of the hot tub – but no Shinji, so they went curiously on through the house, following the trail of rose petals, and then stopped just inside the bedroom door, staring at the sight that awaited them.

Rien’s mouth fell open and he just stared in amazement, heat flashing through him before he fully realised what he was looking at, but holy shit that was Shinji wearing makeup and a girly cheerleading outfit – his outfit, he noted dumbly, and it should have been ridiculous but damn, Shinji was hot and that was adorable and sexy and Rien kind of wanted to eat him alive.

More startled than anything, Kippei blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment, then a faint smile curved his mouth and he looked sideways at Rien, checking his reaction and then chuckling under his breath, figuring Shinji had hit his target pretty much dead on center.

Delighted by the look on Rien’s face, Shinji took his time getting up, steadfastly straightening his skirt as if it had been askew, which it certainly hadn’t, and flicking imaginary lint off one shoulder, inadvertanly allowing his hair to tumble over one shoulder in a way he knew would get Kippei’s undivided attention and really he had to smile, sultry and wanton and a little nervous but mostly just happy. He felt good, seeing the looks on their faces; he felt desirable, for the first time in a very long time. Better yet, he felt in control.

He sauntered up to them slowly, deliberately bypassing Rien and stepping into Kippei’s personal space, rubbing up against him and winding black gloved hands around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him, hot and wet with an open mouth, panting faintly with the effort to hold back when it was Kippei he was kissing, but he kept his eyes open and turned to meet Rien’s wide eyes, deliberately beguiling, willing him to dare touch.

“Welcome home, boys.”

Kippei groaned softly into the kiss, more turned on by that than the outfit, and caught Shinji by the hips to steady himself, feeling the hot anticipation rising in his gut. Shinji looked confident and sexy and a little bit wicked, and Kippei wanted him so badly it hurt.

Rien was desperate with hunger by the time Shinji turned to him, aching in every cell of his body to touch and take and strip that girly costume right off of him, run his hands all over that smooth skin and taste it on his tongue. He stepped forward to lean into Kippei as he reached to claim a hot, hungry kiss from Shinji’s painted mouth, shuddering with the effort it took not to demand more with the fury of need that was burning in his veins.

“Want you,” he groaned, giving Shinji the most desperately pleading look in his arsenal, breath coming in short, panting gasps. “Please, Shinji, I want you so bad,” he moaned, grinding against Kippei’s hip as he held on to them both. Shinji made him lose his mind when he got all teasing like that. And he was doing it on purpose this time.

Shinji couldn’t really explain it, but the last few weeks he’d felt himself changing; felt himself wanting things more than he’d wanted them since waking up. Christmas had been the last straw, Kippei giving him the journal somehow liberating and he’d been using it and having fun with it for the first time and now…he just felt free somehow. And he’d been noticing things in ways he hadn’t before, especially when it came to Kippei and Rien. Little things turned him on, without the effort and blinding fear he’d felt previously. The way Rien’s hair curled up around the tips of his ears, or the way Kippei’s throat shifted under the skin when he swallowed; small things that had him watching far too intently and stirring in his pants before he could think about it. Those things had been standing out lately, and Shinji found he liked it a hell of a lot. Some part of his brain had finally caught up with him and switched back on, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

He smirked at Rien and slid free of Kippei’s hold, twirling around them, liking the way the skirt swirled around his thighs, revealing the strip of skin between the tops of his stockings and the garters of his underwear. He felt sexy and alive, entranced by the hungry looks on their faces and the knowledge he’d put it there. He stroked a hand down Kippei’s arm as he skipped past, holding Rien’s gaze and licking his lips, loving the rough feel of his tongue and the wetness of his lips, shiny with gloss and dark with the red tint of it, parted on a soft pant, wanting just as badly as Rien but also wanting to draw it out and make Rien beg for it. He wanted it to last, the teasing and build up more important to him than the sex. Finally he reached out to stroke his finger in under the back of Rien’s shirt, teasing at the strip of visible flesh and leaning in to whisper with heavy breath against Rien’s ear, ruffling the curls teasing there.

“What do you want, Rien?”

“Youuuu,” Rien groaned, enjoying the teasing no matter how crazy it made him, feeling the change in Shinji that meant whatever this was, it wasn’t just teasing, knowing that there was purpose and intent behind it made waiting for the teasing to stop all the sweeter.

“Anything,” he added with a gasp as Shinji’s finger traced the skin of his back, letting his head fall back as he listed rather dangerously toward Shinji, his whole body straining for what that dark whisper had promised.

Kippei had turned to watch them with intent, hungry eyes, much more turned on by the playing and interaction between them than anything else, loving the sexy way Shinji was teasing him and Rien was falling apart, feeling warmed and aroused by the so obvious love and want between them. He moved to taste the line of Rien’s throat as his head fell back, tempted by the smooth white column of his neck and fastening his mouth there to suck gently and then suddenly hard, making Rien give a strangled cry of desperation and pleasure. He was trapped between them now and completely at their mercy. Kippei aimed a dark, knowing smirk at Shinji over Rien’s shoulder, deciding he rather liked it that way. He liked it a hell of a lot.

Shinji returned his smirk, knowing exactly what Kippei was thinking and agreeing wholeheartedly. Somehow, knowing Rien’s experience with sex made it all the more exciting to have him trapped between them where they could still, miraculously, blow his mind. Shinji gently reached around behind Rien to settle his hands on Rien’s hipbones, stilling his hips and drawing them away from Kippei’s thigh, taking away the sensory input he clearly wanted and forcing him to be still and wait for them to give it to him. His thumbs stroked in under Rien’s jeans and lightly caressed the sensitive hollows to the side of each bone before he leaned in and kissed the back of Rien’s neck, laughing faintly as curls tickled his nose. He loved the way Rien’s breath hitched with every touch, as if he wanted to speak but the words were caught and broke free as nothing but air. He loved the shiver that ran through his body and the goosebumps that scattered over his flesh before it flushed a rosey pink.

“You know, when I was planning this, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you used to put on under here,” Shinji mused faintly in Rien’s ear, flipping the skirt a little to show a flash of black lace underwear and the garter belt. “Or really…if you wore anything at all.”

Rien’s breath stuttered and stopped as his brain shorted out, not at all used to this knowing, teasing, wicked sensuality from Shinji, who suddenly seemed to have found his sea legs and then some, and on top of everything else the fact that it was coming from Shinji made it almost unbearably erotic. Rien couldn’t figure out where this sly, enchanting creature had come from, but maybe that was because he could feel his brain melting down.

“I, uh…” He stumbled when he realised he wasn’t sure whether that was a question or not, if Shinji meant for him to answer, and the thought made him actually blush. Kippei so didn’t need to know that.  “Sometimes,” he mumbled, blushing darker and shivering with every brush of Shinji’s fingers.

“Sometimes what?” Kippei asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice low and dark and dangerous. Rien just found it sexy as hell, and it made him moan as he struggled to remember what the question was.

“Sometimes I didn’t,” he gasped finally, rocking back and forth a little as he tried to lean closer to both of them at once, aching for some touch or friction or hell, anything at all.

Shinji laughed, low and throaty and completely enthralled by the answer, but his smirk was devilish and wanton as he stepped back, out of both their reach, watching them and thinking they really were the sexiest damn thing he had ever seen.

“Hmm…well, in that case…I suppose I need to fix things. Wouldn’t want to be inaccurate, after all…” He sounded musing but sly as he ran his hands up his thighs, up under the flimsy skirt and under the garters, sliding them in under the waistband of the panties and just as slowly freeing them, sliding them back down his thighs and carefully stepping out of them, leaving them pooled on the floor beside him as he toyed with one garter, very much aware that his hand kept knocking the hem of his skirt aside to show the head of his cock.

“Is that better?”

Feeling like he couldn’t breathe, all Rien could do was nod his head, staring wide-eyed and hungry at the show Shinji was putting on – just for them, just because he loved them and wanted them to want him, and really that was the most mindblowing part about it, but regardless of anything it was still damn sexy.

Kippei’s eyes were focused on Shinji as well, hot and dark and pleased because he could tell Shinji was enjoying himself, and while he wanted to be proud of him mostly he just felt happy, and also like Rien was about to get hit by a train – metaphorically, of course – and he intended to help. He reached over to slap Rien’s ass, none too gently.

“Say yes,” he ordered, smirking a little.

Struggling for air like the room had no oxygen, Rien nodded dumbly several times and finally managed to croak it out in a low, hoarse voice. “Y-yeah, yeah. Shinji.”

Kippei’s expression softened a little, knowing exactly what the volumes contained in that word were saying.  “Damn right,” he murmured, letting his eyes travel over Shinji from head to foot, finding him as sexy and perfect as usual.

Amused by Rien’s reactions, Shinji had to acknowledge that he’d been switched off for far too long. This was how it had been, before; this was the Shinji Kippei remembered and loved so damn much and it wasn’t really that alien Shinji had taken over, but rather that something in Shinji hadn’t been ready to pick up that part of his life. At all. Was still nervous and screaming somewhere deep inside, but it was fun and he wanted it and every stolen wanton look from Rien made it that much more possible, filling him with heat and convincing Shinji that he could do this after all.

“Good,” Shinji murmured softly, stepping forward again and leaning in close to nuzzle Rien’s cheek. “Is there anything else I got wrong?”

Rien’s breath rushed out of him all over again, and he moaned involuntarily at the sudden closeness, his eyes sliding closed as the nuzzling threatened to shut down every one of his higher brain functions.

“Wrong?” he mumbled unsteadily, catching Shinji by the hips without thinking about it, wanting some kind of grounding. “God, you smell good,” he noted in a husky voice, turning his head to nuzzle back along Shinji’s jaw, finally breathing deep and feeling lightheaded with the scent of him.

Shinji thought he would want to smell good after fishing through the various cologne’s and sprays they’d gotten each other for Christmas until he found the one he liked the best. But he didn’t point this out, merely stroking Rien’s cheek and leaning in for a hot kiss, soft at first but increasingly demanding until he was able to slide his tongue deep into Rien’s mouth and feel out the patterns on the roof of his mouth. Then he deliberately stepped back and away, sauntering to the door and hovering there with his best come hither look.

“The spa’s waiting.”

Rien felt almost disappointed, between Shinji pulling away from that scorching kiss and heading for the spa, which was a lot farther away than the bed, but even as a small sound of protest and dismay escaped him he was following, Kippei behind him looking amused.

He wasn’t entirely sure what all Shinji had planned, but so far the effects on Rien were entirely perfect, and Kippei’s own eyes were glittering with satisfaction and pleasure as they followed Shinji’s bewitching slender form back through the house to the door they’d come in by.

Shinji looked over his shoulder at them to make sure they were coming, then grabbed the wine and put it in the cooler on the side of the spa, opening the cabinet to pull the spa table open and putting the cheese platter out. By then they had caught up to him and he made a small show of delicately slipping his sneakers off his feet and then climbing up into the spa, cheerleading outfit and all, the ends of his hair floating on the surface of the water like midnight weeds as he slid further back into the water, beckoning them.

“It’s warm inside,” he teased softly, meaning it in more ways than one.

Kippei promptly and immediately stripped off all his clothes, the better to help Rien out of his. Rien wasn’t much help, being too focused on getting to Shinji, and he kept trying to walk right out of his clothes before Kippei unfastened them. Kippei growled finally and pinned him against the side of the spa, holding him there while he pulled off Rien’s shirt and unfastened his pants, pushing them down and rubbing against him shamelessly while he kicked their feet out of the resulting tangle of denim and shoes.

Rien groaned helplessly and braced his hands on the edge of the spa, his eyes closing in pleasure as the tingling sparks of arousal shot through him. Kippei was evil, he decided, forgetting that he’d known that already.

Kippei smirked when he finally let him go, and dumped him over the side into the water, giving him over to Shinji’s tender mercies – or not, as the case might be – and climbed in after them with confident assurance, ignoring Rien’s sputtering as he made his way over to Shinji to claim his own kiss, a little demandingly since he hadn’t gotten one before.

Sighing into the kiss, Shinji allowed himself to be distracted from teasing Rien for a moment, winding his arms around Kippei, grateful that he was naked and Shinji could feel all the wet, hot nakedness of him. He moaned softly and slid into Kippei’s lap, amused by the way the wet skirt tangled around his legs but getting himself free of it so he could rub their cocks together, shuddering at the heavy pleasure that ran through him. He forced himself to pull away, wanting it to last; to draw it out with fun and teasing and to enjoy just being in their company for hours. It was somehow easier with Rien, to pull back and play. When it was Kippei, Shinji wanted to rip his clothes off and eat him alive.

“Too tempting, Kippei,” he whispered breathlessly as he slid away, slipping through the water to where Rien was just standing there, mouth slightly agape. Shinji ran his fingertip up from the curls in Rien’s groin along the center of his belly and ribs, up to his chin, gently pushing it closed and then licking Rien’s lower lip, kissing the corner and then down his throat to a nipple, biting down gently.

Rien moaned and simply melted, sliding down in the water with nothing to hold him up, catching hold of Shinji to wrap his arms around his waist, nuzzling against the strip of skin on his stomach that was visible between the skirt and short cropped top of his outfit.

“You should take this off,” he said huskily, sliding his hands up the back underneath the fabric. Naked Shinji was so much more fun to play with.

“Hmm but it took so much effort to get it on!” Shinji whined softly, but he was smiling, not letting go and threading his fingers into the wet mass of Rien’s sluggish curls, tugging his head back for more wet kisses. “If you want it off, I think you should take it off, don’t you? That’s only fair…”

Fair was debatable, but it made Rien smile, slow and tender as he rubbed his hand flat in circles on Shinji’s back. “I love you,” he said softly, feeling a sudden rush of warmth and affection mingling with the yearning ache and the healthy dose of lust that Shinji’s teasing had brought to life, though they always slept just below the surface of his conscious mind anyway.

Kippei didn’t think either of them were going to get around to taking off Shinji’s clothes anytime soon, but he lounged where he was and watched them, smiling to himself in a rather possessive, proprietary way. They were so completely his.

Shinji was happy to let his clothes come off in due time, of the opinion that skin tight lycra-based monstrosities were harder to pull off when wet and as a result could stay on for as long as needed. He tilted his head thoughtfully, studying Rien, a little amused when the long string of sparkling diamonte’s hanging from his ear plastered itself to his throat teasingly. He floated back to the bench and spread his legs invitingly, reaching out to tug Rien in between them, stroking his cheek, more than a little mesmerized by Rien’s expression. He loved that he could make Rien lose his mind like that.

“I love you too.”

Moving rather mindlessly where Shinji put him, Rien willingly pressed closer and then decided he was in exactly the right place to remove Shinji’s top – but he got distracted on his way to that because the skin of Shinji’s waist was so smooth and perfect for touching that his fingers traveled all the way around to the small of his back, and at that point of course he couldn’t resist letting his hands move just a bit lower to slip beneath the skirt that floated up behind Shinji and squeeze the enticing roundness of his ass.

“Mmm you feel good,” he noted a little breathlessly, using his handful to pull Shinji closer, harder against him.

“So do you,” Shinji whispered, head falling forward onto Rien’s shoulder as he moaned softly against warm skin, shifting against Rien’s hands in an attempt to get him closer and more of the delicious touches. The teasing mattered more to Shinji; the play and obvious love that Rien put into it, that meant more and Shinji craved it in ways he’d never craved sex.

“I want more,” Shinji whimpered softly, moving away and making sure he had both of their undivided attention before slowly drawing the top up and off, tossing it aside and brushing his own fingertips over one hard nipple, biting his lip at the faint shiver of want that ran through him. But he didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, going to the wine bottle and pouring out three glasses of pink champagne, handing it out with a seductive smile, not bothering to hide the fact that he intended to get very close to drunk.

“To our first new years together!”

Kippei smiled at him as he took the glass, still watching him intently, being of the opinion that Shinji was endlessly fascinating whether or not he was taking off his clothes, but he was being moreso than usual tonight.

“To us,” he agreed softly.

Relaxing into the seat along one side, Shinji sipped at his champagne, taking his time and letting the fizz tingle on his tongue before swallowing, feeling it settle in his stomach along with a vague sense of disquieting abandon. He didn’t like the lack of control he had when he drank, but he also welcomed it. When his glass was empty he put it aside and reached for cheese and a cracker, nibbling thoughtfully as he studied his two lovers in the candlelight, sliding closer as he finished the small treat, aroused by the way the wet skirt grated against the inside of his thighs, clinging and floating away like the tide.

“Tell me you love me,” he finally whispered, pressed up against Kippei’s side, full with a feeling he couldn’t begin to contain, just wanting, more than he ever had before.

That went without saying, really, and Kippei thought it could wait until he leaned down and kissed Shinji good and proper, drawing him half into his lap, tugging the nearer leg up and over his knee so that Shinji’s legs fell open, leaving him in a perfect position for molesting while Kippei took his leisurely time kissing the hell out of him. His hand slid up Shinji’s thigh under the skirt, not quite teasing but slowly and surely stroking every inch of skin on his way to wrapping his hand around the hard length of cock hidden beneath the girly skirt.

“Mmm,” he hummed, a small pleased murmur as he found it, and he was purring as he kissed Shinji more deeply, reveling in the first chance he’d had in years to just… enjoy Shinji like this, to taste and feel and savour every bit of him.

Rien finished his own wine and Shinji’s too, as he watched them with a rather adoring smile and no small amount of lust, finding it beautiful and also sexy as hell, and wanting to give Kippei a moment to himself with all that he thought had been lost – Shinji willing and wanting just now in a way that he hadn’t truly been since he’d woken up. Rien knew that Kippei had silently despaired of Shinji ever really wanting him that way again, at ease and confident in the wanting of it as he was today.

While he was amused by the  smirk on Kippei’s face, Shinji had little time to say so, gasping loudly as Kippei’s fingers wrapped around him and Shinji rocked forward into his lap, hungry for more of the hot touch. He moaned into Kippei’s mouth, arms wrapping around his shoulders to draw him in, closer for more hungry kisses.

“No fair, you’re supposed to say it,” he complained softly when he needed to pull away for air. “You’re meant to say it, so I can say I love you and I want you and I need you and I am so insanely, ridiculously, completely obsessed with you!”

Kippei chuckled softly, low and deep, nuzzling Shinji’s throat as his hand moved in firmer, stronger strokes, occasionally twisting his grip and feathering his thumb across the head of Shinji’s dick, less teasing than arousing with purpose and intent.

“I am saying it,” he pointed out in a low, dark voice, just by Shinji’s ear, and then he pressed his mouth to the skin beneath and feasted on it until he’d left not just a mark but a series of them, down the side of Shinji’s neck and on his shoulder. Shinji just tasted damn good, but also, in his mind each mark said the same things Shinji had said to him – I love you I want you I need you, I’m so consumed with hunger for you.

Eventually Rien couldn’t stand just watching any longer, moving in on Shinji’s other side to rub up against him, bracketing him in his arms as he reached around him to grip Kippei’s strong biceps, loving the feeling of hard, firm muscles under his hands, moaning as he lost himself in the very nice friction he was getting against Shinji’s hip.

Shinji jerked a little when Rien appeared at his side, having for a moment forgotten that anything in the world existed besides Kippei, but then he grinned, reaching out to pull him into their small circle and kissing him encouragingly, wanting more of them and everything they wanted to give.

“Hello my sexy Rien,” he murmered softly. “I think you need to kiss me some more.”

Murmuring an eager agreement, Rien pressed closer to Shinji and kissed him again and again, delving into the hot, wet sweetness of his mouth and moaning at how good it felt, the three of them tangled together like this and sweet kisses and hot, sexy touches from the hands he loved so much. He savored it for as long as he could, but eventually he wanted more.

“Want you,” he whimpered, to both of them or neither. “Please, somebody fuck me.”

“Bedtime,” Kippei decided, because he would rather be in bed for anything serious going on. The spa was nice to play in, but not so good for sleeping, and he knew bed would seem a long way away after they’d worn themselves out.

Laughing at the both of them, Shinji obediently climbed out of the spa, looking down thoughtfully at himself and them shaking his head, amused as the skirt and stockings dripped all over the ground, his hair dripping wildly too. He stalked off to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and quickly rubbing most of the water from his hair before stripping the stockings and garter off, the skirt following quickly behind. He felt a tingle of nerves being naked but they were home alone and he wanted this more than he wanted to have clothes on, so he went into the bedroom and sprawled out on the dark red sheets, luxuriating in the soft satin and moaning softly.

“Kippei gives the best presents ever!”

Rien halted in the doorway, struck dumb by the sight of Shinji writhing against the sheets, looking so perfect and so sexy that Rien was almost afraid to touch him. He sighed finally, more a hiss of agreement than anything, and slid in beside Shinji, reaching for him, kissing him hungrily, pulling Shinji against him and on top of him and in between his legs, which spread wantonly, begging as loud as any words for the fucking he wanted.

Chuckling softly at them both, Kippei climbed in behind them, kissing his way up Shinji’s spine as he found Rien’s hand and squeezed it.

“I think we should give him what he wants, Shin,” he noted in a low, dark whisper.

“Mmm, me too,” Shinji agreed, smirking as he licked at the corner of Rien’s mouth, contemplating it. “Rien sandwich?” He grinned at that and wrapped his own legs around Rien’s waist, holding him in close against his body and rolling onto his back, taking Rien with him, reaching down to spread Rien’s ass cheeks, stroking his hole with one damp finger.

“Is this what you want, Ri?” Just staring at the dazed look on Rien’s face was making Shinji hard, rocking up against him hungrily.

“Yeah,” Rien breathed, eyes closed as he strained to push back into Shinji’s fingers and forward to rock their hips together at the same time. “Yeah, yeah…” He felt hot all over and his blood was rushing so loudly in his ears he could barely hear what Shinji was saying.

Kippei chuckled softly as he knelt beside them, placing a hand on Rien’s back and rubbing it slowly up and down, admiring the sight of him so completely undone, and Shinji still looking rather sultry and wicked beneath him.

“Looks like you did good, Shinji,” Kippei murmured, amused. “You comfy there or you want to switch places?”

Shinji realised he hadn’t even considered it; had immediately wanted to be able to see their faces, and had wanted Rien badly. Being with Kippei, alone, was still his favourite thing in the world, and he felt a little ashamed of that, but there was something nerve-wracking about being with Rien; something that still made him want to scream and run away in fear. Rien was smarter here, in bed. Rien had the upper hand and held all the cards, or he usually did. But right now he was completely undone and Shinji still felt in control and it made him comfortable where he was, and in asking for something he usually avoided.

“I like where I am now.”

Kippei would have been amused to realise that Shinji’s uneasiness with Rien and sex largely came from him thinking that Rien was in control and had the upper hand, which wasn’t entirely untrue, but he was so easy to take apart that it was kind of hilarious. At the moment Kippei rather liked the arrangement too, and he just hummed in agreement, letting his fingers trace down Rien’s back to tease his ass with Shinji’s.

“Shh,” he soothed as Rien’s whimpers and groans got more desperate. “We got you, babe.”

He figured Shinji had his hands full and stretched over to get the lube from the bedside table, squeezing it out into his palm and carefully slicking up both Shinji’s cock and Rien’s waiting ass.

Mostly amused by the soft whimpers, Shinji stroked his hands up and down Rien’s outer thighs as if trying to soothe, knowing full well it was but that it also heated the skin and made Rien moan more, wanting more and writhing with the desire. It was sexy as hell and Shinji enjoyed teasing him, rubbing his cock against Rien’s ass, thrusting as if to enter but pulling back at the last minute, claiming a kiss instead.

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded softly, needing the words as much as anything else.

“Love you,” Rien nearly sobbed, gasping it out over and over as he held himself back with a great effort from just impaling himself, knowing that Shinji wanted him to wait, even if it was the sweetest kind of torture. He loved that, knowing that Shinji knew what he wanted now, and it was this, and Rien would give anything in the world for it.

“Love you so much…”

“Love you too,” Shinji whispered back, pulling Rien down for another hot kiss before thrusting up into the tight heat of him, fast at first but slowing as soon as he was in, grasping Rien’s hips hard to hold him back, letting Shinji keep control of it, refusing to hurt Rien in any way. When he was finally buried completely in the maddening sheath of heat, Shinji let his head drop back on the pillows, eyes closed and mouth open as he panted for breath, consumed by the sensations thrumming through his body.

“Good…it’s so good!” He opened his eyes and looked at Rien curiously then, finding the sight incredibly arousing and he thrust his hips experimentally, nudging further into Rien’s body. “Move, Ri…”

Rien moved finally with a moan of relief, hands braced on either side of Shinji as he raised himself and dropped back down, tilting his head back with a long, deep sigh that was nearly a groan.

“Shinji,” he said breathlessly. “Feels so good, Shinji.”

Kippei just watched them for a minute, his eyes half lidded and dark with heat as he sat back on his heels, stroking himself to the sound of their moans and enjoying the erotic sight of Rien getting what he wanted so badly. Still, it wasn’t as much fun just to watch, and Shinji wasn’t the only one with a plan here.

He moved up behind Rien and knelt between Shinji’s legs, caressing them both as he began talking to Rien in a low, dark voice, telling him what he looked like when he was so desperate for Shinji like that, how hot it was that he wanted them so much. How incredible and sexy they both looked.

“You want more?” he asked, soft and wicked as his fingers played around Rien’s hole, stroking Shinji’s cock as it went in and out, slipping his finger in beside it carefully and stretching Rien a little more, teasing him with it. Rien couldn’t even answer in words, he just groaned deep and loud, pushing himself down hard, incredibly turned on by the thought of having them both inside him.

Momentarily stunned by the turn of events, Shinji struggled to breathe as he became aware of Kippei’s fingers brushing against his cock, teasing against him inside and out and helping him drive Rien completely insane. It felt incredible, but it also made him feel complete; working together with Kippei, like old times.

“Kippei…help me,” he encouraged him softly, reaching over Rien’s shoulder to tug gently on his thick black hair, pulling Kippei close for a kiss and smirking against his lips. “We can make him lose it.” It was an amazing feeling and one he knew Kippei would completely understand. “Want you with me, always.”

Kippei grinned against his lips and kissed him back, pleased by the more-or-less agreement of both his lovers. Not that making Rien lose it was all that hard, really, but he did love working with Shinji, the feeling of teamwork they had together. Rien just made an excellent target.

He put a little more lube on his fingers and began sliding them into Rien, bit by bit with every thrust, a little amused that it was Rien doing the work of helping him out here, and how easily he was relaxing into it, letting Kippei’s fingers stretch him further open.

“That’s it,” he murmured, shooting a wicked look at Shinji. “Always together.” Rien didn’t have a chance against them, and indeed he no longer sounded coherent, merely moaning and sobbing, pleading wordlessly under his breath as he moved up and down, impaling himself over and over again on Shinji’s cock and Kippei’s fingers.

The look on Rien’s face was almost vacant, but coherant enough that Shinji didn’t feel as though he wasn’t aware of them at all, which would have been a problem. It was vacant enough to make Shinji hesitate though, going a little soft but not enough to slip out, just enough that he wasn’t straining to hold back; enough to give Kippei the time to join him in paradise. He stroked Rien’s cheek and turned his face to meet his gaze.

“You here, Ri?”

It wasn’t vacant so much as it was overwhelmed, feeling too much and struggling to breathe as well as tell apart individual sensations, hanging on but still wanting more, feeling completely surrounded by Kippei and Shinji and wanting to be filled up and invaded just as completely, knowing it was them. He dropped his head to meet Shinji’s eyes, his own a little glassy but struggling to focus, knowing instinctively that Shinji needed that connection as much as Rien needed his touch. He panted wordlessly and nodded at Shinji with a rare, sweet smile, not as brilliant as his super bright grin but just…a soft glow of bliss, feeling perfectly happy to be here with them, like this.

Kippei stroked Shinji’s thigh reassuringly, murmuring to both of them, random nonsense but keeping them focused and relaxed. When he was sure they were both ready, he positioned himself carefully and pushed in beside Shinji, grunting with the effort of moving slowly, making sure Rien wasn’t hurt.

Rien just let out a soft gasp, his eyes widening as his mouth formed a silent circle of awe, breathing hard as he kept himself focused on Shinji’s eyes, wanting another kiss but not sure what would happen if he moved right now.

Shinji’s breath stuttered and his eyes scrunched close against the wave of heat and desire that enveloped him, feeling Kippei clutched beside him in the same tight fire, moving with him and they were in Rien, which just blew Shinji’s mind. When he dared to open his eyes again and look up at them, all he saw was bliss and hunger, the two emotions rolling off them and through him until he wasn’t sure he could take it any more, wrapping his arms tight around Rien and bit hard into his shoulder, barely smothering the cry of raw want against Rien’s skin, startling himself and wondering if this was why Rien and Kippei always ended up so bruised when they tackled together.

Rien too cried out as Shinji’s teeth sank into his skin, the bright streak of pain running through him like a livewire, keeping him anchored in the fiery wash of pleasure. It felt as good as all the rest, his whole body so sensitized now that every sensation only added to the overall effect of ecstasy.

Kippei groaned as he moved with slow, steady force, driving the rhythm for the three of them in careful thrusts, feeling more turned on than he’d ever been in his life with Rien’s tight heat surrounding him and Shinji both, and Shinji’s entrancing face visible over Rien’s shoulder.

“You’re so sexy, my angels,” he told them, his breath coming in short pants between words as he moved with them, leaning down to place a kiss on the back of Rien’s neck, a soft growl rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled Rien’s curly hair. “Mine,” he swore as he thrust forward again, unable to imagine how he could ever give them up, either one. It was this perfect whole that made it magic.

Shinji forced himself to let go before he broke the skin, but he couldn’t hold back the startled cries of pleasure every time Kippei thurst against him, the both of them falling into a rhythm of push and pull that brought memories of other times to the surface and he thought he might have cried if this hadn’t felt so incredibly right. Instead, he stuttered their names, heat rising in his face until his cheeks were stained with a deep red blush and then he was coming, no words and just a relieved scream of pleasure, burying his face in against Rien’s throat and letting the world disappear in a numb void of raw bliss.

Rien held out only a little longer – even for him, the double assault was too much to take for long, even when it was them – or especially when it was them. He let out a hoarse cry of relief and moaned as the crashing waves of bliss swept through him, shaking his entire body and threatening to topple him down onto Shinji and he had just enough presence of mind not to crush him.

“Shinji,” he gasped, wanting to warn him or at least apologize if his arms gave out on him. Instead he just found himself nuzzling Shinji’s hair where it tickled his cheek, feeling overwhelmed and awed by what they had just done.

Now that he had a little more room, Kippei moved a bit faster, watching them both with hungry eyes, hardly able to believe they were his but fascinated by every little thing about them, wanting to miss nothing at all in such an intense moment. He thrust harder into Rien, feeling a bit relieved when he felt Shinji slip out of him, not wanting to worry about brushing too hard against his oversensitive length and cause pain when there should be only pleasure. It took him a few more minutes of quick, hard strokes to finish, and he left a matching bite on Rien’s other shoulder as he came, muffling his cry of release.

Rien simply shuddered all over, feeling beaten, worn and limp in the very best way. “Ki… Shinji… yours,” he murmured as he rubbed his cheek against Shinji’s hair.

Shinji finally regained enough coherancy to focus on them and then groaned, shifting to the side and pulling Rien down beside him, curling up against his side and nuzzling in againsthis shoulder, breathing still heavy, feeling hot and sticky and desperately wanting to crawl back in the bath, but certain his legs wouldn’t get there.

“I’m dead,” he whispered softly, but his smile was smug as he stroked the matching bite marks on Rien’s shoulder, one on the front and the other on the back, amused by them in a way he never had been before. “You two and your kinky sex!” Not that he was complaining at all. “I should lick it better,” he pointed out softly and proceeded to do just that.

Rien didn’t have the energy to laugh, he just purred softly as Shinji’s soft wet tongue massaged the bruised skin on his shoulder. God, it felt good, in a kind of almost the last straw kind of way.

It was Kippei who chuckled softly, breathlessly, pulling out and resting his forehead against Rien’s broad back, wondering how in the world they’d ended up here. It was amazing.

After a few minutes he managed to pull himself up, groaning because his muscles didn’t feel like moving yet either, but walking felt strangely liquid once he got moving, and it was a good feeling, if a little lightheaded. He went to get a towel for Shinji to clean up with, dropping it on top of Rien since he was still half on top of Shinji, although he’d collapsed at some point.

“Here you go, Shin,” Kippei told him, sighing as he stretched himself back out on the bed beside them.

Shinji gratefully pulled away, snatching up the towel but as soon as he rubbed at one small patch of skin he knew it wasn’t enough and he grumpily gave it to Rien and stumbled to the bathroom, climbing in the shower and hurriedly rinsing off. He hated the feel of sweaty skin; wanted to be clean. Satisfied once he’d scrubbed himself down with soap, he dried off quickly and went back to bed, climbing in on Kippei’s other side and wrapping his arms around him from behind, snuggling in against his back and sighing in relief to be there with them.

“Mine!”

Rien laughed silently as he caught the towel Shinji had left behind, finding it more than adequate himself, as he rather liked a little sweaty cuddling after sex. He grinned sleepily when Shinji came back, each of them snuggled in on their own side of Kippei, and reached across to squeeze Shinji’s hand, rather wanting to thank him, but not even knowing the words.

“Yours,” he said again softly. “All yours.”

“You’re only allowed to sleep for an hour,” Shinji told them both sternly. “It’s nowhere near midnight, and I have more surprises!” Like the little chocolate and cream puddings waiting in the fridge with a desert wine and the candles and picnic rug set up in the TV area, ready to watch the countdown and fireworks. “Have to get up before  the countdown,” he instructed them both sternly, but he was smiling again, loving their evening. He liked planning things, and he’d realised just how much he liked planning little romantic surprises when he got out the journal Kippei gave him and started scribbling. Kippei, he thought, would never know just how much that journal had meant to him.