Play Your Cards
1: Full House

AN: oookay. you poor things you lol. after months and months of nothing, other than cain/x which doesn't really count, I give you this! I've already got the ending figured out, who rock goes with, etc. but if you think you can sway me, be my guest lol who do YOU think he'll choose? XD;; expect another chapter shortly! R&R if you're kind, i'm hurting for reviews lol and please enjoy.

Full House: A pair and three of a kind.

Rock. That was his name. He was sweet, kind, gentle, and loyal. He tried his hardest to be the loving, innocent boy they all wanted. But even the best of them had their demons, and Rock was no exception. He had his proverbial skeletons, just like anyone. Yep. Everyone loved Rockman.

Everyone.

None more than Blues, and Forte. He had a deep, secret bond with them. Not just an emotional bond, no. A sexual one. Yes, with both of them. Of course, neither of them actually knew this, both thought it was he and he alone. However, they shared his love, unknowingly. And Rock.. Rock was tired, so damned tired of it all. The lying, the close calls, the constant questions one or the other always had. The worrying, the restlessness, the entire situation was always in the back of his mind, picking at him, trying to draw him deep within his distressed mind.

In fact, even as he lay there, thinking of it at that moment, cheek pressed into his pillow, Blues writhed over and behind him, at the end of his stretch, moaning lowly into his ear. Hot lips pressed to his ear, whispering into it softly.

"You're quiet tonight."

Rock smiled a little, gasping loudly as Blues lay a particularly deep thrust into him. "...Am I?" He replied with, voice mellow despite how incredibly aroused he felt.

"You're always quiet these days." Blues continued with, snaking a hand down his stomach and grabbing hold of Rock's erect self, delivering slow even strokes to it. "You never used to be." Reaching down gently, he traced a few fingers over his cheek delicately. "Does it hurt?"

Turning his face slightly, Rock kissed his fingers lightly, shivering a little by the delicious sensations his fingers brought to his velvety lips. "You know it hurts... It always does."

"You know what I mean. Is it u-uhn! .. unbearable?" He half groaned into his ear. The hard, deep thrusts were coming faster now, more even. He had almost reached the end of his rope.

Rock felt his cheeks redden considerably, despite himself. "Of course not!" In truth, it was quickly becoming unbearable, only hours ago his body had been invaded by Forte's rough, powerful love. Twice in one night was almost too much to handle, but this was not the reason for Rock's distance. Not pain- He experienced this often on the battlefield. No, it was those damned thoughts, haunting him whenever he was with one of his lovers. It was-

Suddenly he let a loud cry into his pillows, reaching his peak, and twisted beautifully beneath Blues, locked deep in his orgasm as he came onto Blues' fingers, roving over his shaft. He was still weak and trembling from the force of his climax when Blues grabbed him suddenly around the middle, jerking him closer and exploded into him.

Smothering his face between Rock's shoulder blades, he moaned throatily. "You're so cold lately." He picked himself up off him, withdrawing from him carefully then settling down beside him. "What is it? You don't like me anymore?"

Rock turned, nose to nose with him. "You know that's not it."

"What is it, then? Am I crowding you?" Wrapping an arm around his shoulder, he played with his hair gently.

"No." Rock smiled softly, stretching forward and kissing the tip of his nose. "Not at all." If anything, Blues wasn't around enough. He didn't show often, but when he did... God it was worth it.

"Am I a lousy fuck?" Blues asked, grinning slightly. Both knew this wasn't true.

"You're so lascivious." Rock snorted, letting his lips drift over his lightly. He knew his Blues well, and how to shut him up when need be. Now was a good time, before he began to get lewd with him. "It's nothing. I'm just tired. Go to sleep, now."

"Alright, then. You get some sleep as well. You look terrible." Rolling onto his back, Blues shut his eyes, drawing Rock nearer to his warmth. "I love you."

"You too." Rock muttered, resting his head on his chest softly. He lay, restless, until his head moved in slow rhythm with Blues' chest. Good. Asleep. This was the time when his thoughts ran free, when he worked out his problems, came up with solutions. This problem, however... No matter how he worked it out in his mind, he always came up with the two same answers. Continue to lie to them, or give one up. There was no way he could give up either Forte or Blues. He cared for them, both of them, and the thought of losing even one of them... Unthinkable.

However, even he knew he couldn't continue like this, lying to them constantly. No.. Something had to be done. Soon.

After all, three's a crowd.

Next: Natural