Chapter Written To: Desire - Years & Years

Munakata

Usually, when he walked through the city, the Blue King was greeted with smiles and the occasional wave or nod. Today however, the citizens of Tokyo Metropolis seemed to know to avoid him. They parted like little fish would around a looming shark. It may or may not have had something to with the blue aura that sparked and crackled around the fuming King as he made his way to HOMRA in solitary.

The scenarios running through his mind made him walk only faster until he approached the door of the devilish place. His eyes met those of only the bartender he remembered only for the reason that Seri mentioned him frequently. Otherwise, the bar was empty. The Blue King entered and gave the bartender a steely look as he was greeted with a smile.

The bartender began to speak but was cut off by Munakata who held no patience for him or any of this. "Where is Suoh?" he demanded in a tone only a King could manage. The pleasant smile on the bartender's face dropped only a fraction and he pointed towards the stairs next to the bar. Munakata is walking past him and up the stairs before he can strike up another useless conversation.

He walks quickly down the hall towards the only open door and smells smoke as he stops in the doorway. Sure enough, the Red King is there. He sits at his desk, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he scans a familiar PDA in front of him. His face illuminated by the screen only a few inches from him, scrunches up at seeing the Blue King in his presence.

"Fushimi?" Munakata asks though it sounds more like a demand. Mikoto's eyes flicker toward the bed pushed to the side of the room and Munakata's follow. The Blue King feels the weight of relief crash down on his chest at the sight of his clansman curled up peacefully between the sheets. Besides a red tint to the boy's face, he can't see any injuries. The rise and fall of his chest, though shuddering at times, assures Munakata that he's alive and that ninety-nine percent of the King's fears weren't true.

Still, even with that off their plate, there was still the matter of Fushimi being here, and how he got into such a state. He took a step towards the bed, only to be stopped as the Red King let his aura flourish around himself in warning. "I wouldn't wake him up now" Mikoto warned even as his eyes settled back on the PDA. Munakata felt his already thin patience plunge lower at the Red King's indifference.

"What did you do?" Munakata demands. A smirk slowly creeps onto the Red King's face as he tweaks with the little device a moment more before tossing it on his desk. He stands, sparing Munakata a glance, before giving a small chuckle. "I didn't do anything. He chose to act out of turn. He's learning though, slowly, to behave himself."

"Who gave you the permission to train 'my' clansman?" Munakata seethed. Mikoto seems amused at his anger as he walks over towards the bed. "Who's clansman?" he asks reaching down move the bed sheet off Fushimi. Munakata looks at him in confusion until the Red King pulls down the clansman's shirt a bit to reveal an unmarred HOMRA tattoo.

The Blue King stares back, unable to formulate a response. Had Fushimi defected back to HOMRA? No, he wouldn't. Munakata was well aware of the hatred the clansman held for the Red King for stealing away Yatagarasu's attention. Then it was Mikoto's doing. He'd taken Fushimi back forcefully…

"How?" Was the only word that popped out of his mouth. The Red King shrugged as he settled himself next to Fushimi on the bed, pulling back a few strands of hair from the clansman's face. Fushimi unconsciously turned into the touch with a sigh and Mikoto looked up at Munakata with a grin. "You see Reisi, Saruhiko just can't keep himself out of trouble. You weren't regulating him so I took back what is mine. There's other reasons but that's the only one that you need to be concerned with."

"He's not a toy. He doesn't belong to you!" Munakata shouted, his blue aura setting ablaze. He was sure his Sword of Damocles was hovering over the bar by now. "He doesn't belong to you either" the Red King mentioned seeming unaffected by the outburst. "However, if you're up to the challenge, you can have him back if you play a game with me."

Just when Munakata was sure he would lose his temper, ready to chastise Mikoto for acting like a two year old, they were both surprised by a desperate gasp coming from Fushimi who sat up in the bed hastily. Munakata's rage was instantly doused by worry. "Fushimi?" he asked as he neared the bed. The clansman backed away from him, more towards Mikoto, and looked up at the King with indiscernible blue eyes.

"There are some rules, but then again you like rules don't you Reisi? That's why you became a big bad officer" Mikoto continued as if nothing had happened. Fushimi's eyes closed and his head bowed into his hands as he panted. "…Rules?" Munakata deadpanned. Mikoto nodded earnestly reaching up a hand to brush against Fushimi's neck. The clansman shuddered but didn't snap or move away like Munakata had expected.

Munakata looked between both of them with narrowed eyes and kneeled down to try and catch Fushimi's eyes. The clansman wouldn't look up and Munakata shifted his eyes back to Mikoto with an annoyed glare. "Same rules I gave Fushimi. We're going to take care of him, and whoever cums first loses."

Munakata was going to scold Mikoto for treating Fushimi like a child, but the last words registered with him and his eyes widened. He looked back down at the clansman, but Fushimi refused to look at him. Munakata could only gape. He felt something fierce in him crack and his aura exploded across the room causing papers to go flying and their clothes to rustle. "What. Did. You. Do" he demanded silently.

Mikoto clicked his tongue at Munakata, reaching down to grab Fushimi's chin and tilt it upwards so the clansman was staring at Munakata. "Tell your King what you want" he ordered in the boy's ear. Fushimi stared at him with wide eyes and Munakata reached out to tear him away from Mikoto, only to be stopped as Fushimi crashed into him.

"What.." Munakata began to ask, but his clansman smashed their lips together and Munakata's mind went blank. The Red King gave a hoarse laugh at the boys actions, sitting back to watch. Munakata couldn't formulate a way to handle this situation as he held the boy; half on the bed, half off. True he'd had one or two thoughts of Fushimi concerning sexual tension, but he'd never act on it. He was a professional…

Fushimi was kissing him hungrily, licking at his bottom lip and Munakata could hear a groan when he was denied. Munakata put a hand to his chest after a few moments, pushing the boy away. "Stop" he demanded. Fushimi looked down at him with confusion until the Red King wrapped a hand around his arm and pulled him back. Munakata noticed at this time, Fushimi only had on a pair of boxers and his undershirt. The clansman didn't even seem surprised as he laid back against the Red King's chest staring at Munakata desperately.

"Don't deny the poor thing" Mikoto reprimanded. Munakata opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted. "I'm only giving you one chance Reisi. Accept my offer, and play. Or leave him here and walk away. If I cum first he's yours. If you do, he's mine. Not that I'm not willing to ...share. Those are your only options."

Munakata looked at Fushimi who seemed to be pleading with his eyes. He didn't understand why, but Fushimi wanted this to happen as far as he could see. Munakata wasn't opposed to it deep down, but his morality was tugging at him. This was a game Mikoto had set up, which meant he was out to win. There had to be a catch. Munakata was just going to have to figure it out before the end if he was going to have a chance…

"…Fine."

Mikoto smiled, kissing down Fushimi's shoulder slowly as he removed his shirt. "I think you'll find a comfortable place at the headboard." Munakata scooted onto the bed uniform's jacket. He watched as Fushimi's shirt was discarded near a pile of clothes and Mikoto pushed him forward. Already unstable, the boy fell between Munakata's legs. He wouldn't even look up, only put a hand on Munakata's thigh.

"Now, just watch." The Red King said as he stooped down and licked a path up Fushimi's back towards his neck. The clansman gripped tighter to Munakata's leg and turned his head to the side, his eyes closed tightly. It only caused Munakata confusion, did Fushimi want this or not? He'd been so desperate in the kiss, yet he looked almost terrified of the position they were in now…

Fushimi's lips drew open in a silent cry as the Red King moved further downward and licked inside of him instead. Gone was the rest of his underclothes, as well as most of Mikoto's who only had on his jeans at this point. Munakata moved one of his hands down to rest in Fushimi's hair, trying to be comforting, but seemingly not having been much help. The clansman was to engrossed in the feelings below.

"Fushimi" Munakata said gently. He watched blue eyes open halfway to stare at him. "What are you doing?" he mouthed. Fushimi was going to answer but instead whined when Mikoto hit a particular spot inside him. Attention once again stolen, Fushimi went back to closing his eyes. Mikoto withdrew from him and smiled at Munakata. "Now for the fun part."

Fushimi

Words couldn't express how Fushimi felt at the moment. His mind tumbled and screamed at him as he felt the liquid from before find its way inside of him. Even the vicious burn that snapped through him couldn't pull him from his thoughts this time. He was ashamed that he'd dragged his Captain into this, but relieved he'd kept Misaki out of it. However, he felt he'd offered up the last dredges of his sanity in return.

One King was bad enough, but two? Mikoto was the first to enter him of course, and Fushimi couldn't help his pathetic whimper. He tried so hard to contain himself, the sounds he made, even where he looked. He didn't want to think about what was happening, even if it did feel good.

Once again the pleasure escalated as the pain was numbed. Munakata looked lost at seeing Fushimi impaled, Fushimi reached out for him. He didn't know why, but he was happier with the Captain here. It changed the game, and speaking of games he was going to make his King win this one.

He purposely rolled his hips every time Mikoto thrust into him, bowed his back so the Red King could slip deeper into him, met each pound in time. If Mikoto came first, Fushimi could walk away. The Red King seemed to be catching on though and drew a hand around Fushimi's neck drawing him back against his chest.

"You think your clever don't you?" Mikoto whispered in his ear as he pushed so far into Fushimi, the clansman was sure he was searching for his soul in there. Fushimi only glared in response and the Red King smiled. "Well Reisi, what are you waiting for?" Mikoto asked. Munakata looked lost and Mikoto's smile turned vicious. "Are you going to join me, or not."

Fushimi caught onto the meaning of the words and thrashed. "No!" he protested hoarsely. Red aura came up around him, trapping his wrists together to keep him from flailing. One of Mikoto's hands came up to wrap around his mouth, tilting his head back. "Hush now" the King ordered gently.

Munakata stared at them, eyes wild with anger. "You can't expect me to.." he began but was cut off by Mikoto. "On the contrary, it was the terms of the game. You haven't taken care of Fushimi like you promised. You can leave if you want, just don't expect to get him back." Both Kings glared each other down, until Munakata's gaze shifted to Fushimi. He wanted to shake his head, to beg him not to, to run away; but the Red King had him trapped.

"What do I need to do?" Munakata asked slowly. Mikoto held out his free hand to the Blue King, who after giving it a glare took it. He was pulled closer to them, and Fushimi could feel his breath on his skin. It made him shiver in anticipation and slight fear. "I didn't know you needed an instruction manual on how to have sex" the Red King teased.

"It's not sex if they can't say no" Munakata hissed and the Red King frowned and stopped his steady pace. He let Fushimi's mouth go and tilted the clansman's head up to stare at him instead. At this point, the liquid had seeped to his core. Mikoto's stillness was driving him mad, and the awkwardness passed right over his head. "What do you want Fushimi?" the Red King asked.

He didn't have an answer other than to roll his hips down onto the erection inside of him. The protests that had been there seconds before were muddled and dull. It was like only his primal desires could be reached at the moment. Nothing else mattered. Munakata seemed surprised, but Fushimi was ok with that. He wanted this to be over with, but at the same time, he never wanted to leave this bed. Honestly, the thought of being pinned by the two Kings was arousing, he just didn't have the strength to admit it, so he opted for showing instead.

He grabbed Munakata with his bound hands and kissed him again, this time slower. To his surprise, the Captain kissed back. Little nips at his bottom lip got his mouth to open and before he knew it, it was clash of tongues. Fushimi could practically feel the Red King's smirk as he resumed his pace causing Fushimi to moan. He knew he'd hate himself later for it, but right now what mattered was ending this game.

Slowly, so much that Fushimi didn't notice, Mikoto spread his legs. Red aura reached out, wrapping around Munakata, pulling him closer until Fushimi was practically in both of their laps. He felt the Red King's hands under him and Munakata gasped this time. Finally free of the kiss, Fushimi took a deep breath, letting his head lull onto Mikoto's shoulder.

"Wait.." Munakata said and there was the sound of a small scuffle, the unzipping of pants, and another hard tip pressed to his already stretched entrance. The Red King wasn't thinking…Fushimi only had a chance to turn his head to and open his mouth to protest before he was lowered onto both of them.

Fushimi couldn't even summon his voice as he trembled. There was too much, it was too much. He was still for a moment before scrabbling to get up, get away from the pain that shot through him. Cries echoed off the walls as he slipped further down. He gripped to Munakata tightly, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. Even the Blue King seemed hesitant to continue but a silent communication between Kings told there was no stopping now.

"Shhhh" Fushimi heard from behind him as Mikoto kissed up the side of his neck. He tried to form words but only whimpers spilled past his lips. They hadn't even begun to move and Fushimi felt like he was being ripped to shreds. "Stop" he pleaded when they both had fully sheathed themselves inside of him.

"You're ok" Mikoto encouraged running his hands up and down Fushimi's sides. Fushimi could feel tears pricking the back of his eyes at the pain that even the liquid couldn't numb. The Red King reached his face and pecked him on the lips before pressing down deeper. Fushimi didn't know how long the kiss lasted, only that he got lost in it and slowly, very slowly the pain ebbed.

He was released from the kiss to feel Mikoto begin to move. Fushimi shook his head trying to deny the feeling building up in him. The pain and pleasure were slowly blending so he couldn't tell which was which anymore. Munakata seemed to war with himself as he stared at them. Mikoto sighed in frustration leaning forward and impaling Fushimi further to plant a kiss on the Blue King.

Munakata's hips jerked at that and Fushimi hissed feeling them both plunge into him. Mikoto started up a pace for the Blue King to follow and soon it became like clockwork. Neither King had noticed their aura folding out into the room, but Fushimi had. It was almost suffocating. The pressure from the aura, the heat from the liquid, the feeling bubbling in his stomach as both Kings moved inside of him.

Fushimi's cries amplified as did the pace the Kings set. The clansman felt caged between them. Hadn't the red King joked about taming him? His mind couldn't even wander from the situation. He drove down on them a few more times feeling bolts of pleasure shoot through him before he was smacked in the face by an orgasm. His eyes rolled up and he whimpered as it buzzed from his toes to the tips of his ears and exploded in his stomach.

Moments later something warm burst inside of him and hit that spot inside of him making him purr tiredly. He could feel the red bonds on his wrists snap before disappearing and his arms fell limply to his sides. Fushimi leaned against Munakata who breathed heavily. Neither King moved, or spoke. All three silently tried to catch their breath. After a while, Mikoto pulled out and Munakata followed. Fushimi was allowed to slump to the side. He was beyond exhausted.

"A tie" Munakata mumbled above him. "Well now we have to share, unless you're up for round two" Mikoto said back. There was brief silence before Munakata's weight left the bed. "Buzzkill" Mikoto whispered. "Fushimi let's go" Munakata demanded. Fushimi just stared at him, listless. Mikoto clucked his tongue and moved to curl up next to Fushimi. "He probably won't be able to walk, and you're too drained to carry him."

Munakata glared, but all three knew the Red King was right. Fushimi would not be going anywhere tonight. "I'll pick you up in the morning" the Blue King promised. He started to walk away, but Fushimi reached out catching his arm. "..Stay" he pleaded quietly before his arm dropped back to the bed and his eyes closed. He couldn't force them open any longer.

He heard a long sigh and felt the Red King's arm wrap tightly around his waist drawing him close. "Go if you want to" he teased the Blue King. There was a moment of silence before a long sigh invaded the room and Fushimi felt the bed shift again as Munakata rejoined them. "You just want to be able to say you've slept with me." Mikoto laughed at the accusation and Fushimi felt another arm circle his waist pulling him closer to Munakata.

"It wouldn't be the first or last time we've slept together Reisi."

There's a reason for that cliffhanger…I swear. Anyways one more chapter after this and then stuff, cause we can't leave Misaki out of the fun! TGIF (The thirteenth wahahahaha)