Seiran felt Kouchou's hand twitch in his and he tightened his grip on her as he pushed against Ensei's mouth. It took surprisingly little provocation, both of the men thought, for Ensei to slacken the tension in his jaw and open himself to the Little Whirlwind stealing his breath and replacing it with his own.
Seiran drew back finally, still holding Kouchou's hand, pulling it against his thigh. "I don't want to hurt Kouchou," he muttered against Ensei's mouth. "Stay."
"I won't let you hurt her," Ensei assured him.
"I need to…I need…to…" Seiran choked on his words and both Ensei and Kouchou sought each other's eyes in vain in the darkness. Seiran's hand fisted in Ensei's hair and the bigger man grimaced at the pain. "I need to…fuck…"
He jerked Ensei's mouth to his and plundered it forcefully, pushing him backward with the weight of his body.
"Seiran…" Kouchou gasped softly, uncertain at the venom she heard in Seiran's voice, the tension with which he crushed her hand against his thigh and then pressed it against his erection straining inside his pants.
He shoved Ensei away as he turned to Kouchou, but his hand just as quickly wrapped around the thick, muscular wrist at his side like a steel band, making sure his friend didn't leave.
"I need you so much," Seiran mumbled against Kouchou's mouth. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…"
"Shhh, it's all right. I know," Kouchou murmured against his cheek and fumbled at the fastenings of his trousers, slipping her hand inside. "We're here. We're both here, as we always are, for you."
"Seiran, you can let me go. I'm not leaving," Ensei assured him. "Hold that woman properly or I'll give you something else to hold."
"Fuck you," Seiran shot back over his shoulder and released Ensei to slide both arms around Kouchou, pulling her tightly against him. Kouchou could see Ensei's broad smile even in the dark.
While they kissed and Kouchou's hand continued to work her magic on Seiran, Ensei watched for a while, then scratching his cheek and shrugging, he tugged up on Seiran's tunic, interrupting their lip-lock long enough to pull the clothing off over his head.
"Bastard, don't just do whatever you want!" Seiran snapped his head around to Ensei.
"Oh? Like this?" Ensei asked and captured Seiran's mouth in a bruising kiss.
Kouchou giggled and slid to the floor between Seiran's thighs. When she took him into her mouth, Seiran gasped into Ensei's kiss. Both men looked down at the beautiful woman kneeling before them. Ensei pulled the pins and jewels from Kouchou's hair and it tumbled down her back. He stroked the long silky tresses as her head moved over Seiran, and the lighter body pressed against the heavier one for support. Seiran gasped and arched back against Ensei's shoulder as fiery pulses shot up from where Kouchou's hot mouth held him, radiating over his chest and out along his thighs.
Seiran's fingers plunged into Kouchou's hair, tangling over and around Ensei's slowly stroking touch. He grunted and flexed into her mouth, forcing her head down until he heard her gag and a smirk of satisfaction marred his hungry face. Kouchou pushed against his thighs and gasped, and Ensei yanked Seiran's hand off her head. She instantly breathed easier and picked up the same quick pace again after only a moment's hesitation.
"That's no way to treat a lady," Ensei grumbled and crushed Seiran's hand against his chest. "You want to get rough, I'm right here."
Seiran growled and tore Ensei's shirt open. Silver hair spilled over tanned skin. Seiran's chest heaved and he groaned against Ensei's bare muscles as Kouchou's lips and tongue danced over his pulsing shaft.
"I want to fuck her," Seiran hissed through gritted teeth at Ensei's neck.
Ensei knew what he meant. "She's married, so you can't fuck her." His heavy arms wrapped around the body that trembled against him.
"I want to hurt them," he whispered, his voice not allowing him to say the hateful words out loud.
"Hurt me," Ensei told him.
"Fuck me, Seiran," Kouchou murmured urgently as she pushed herself up against the two men, surrounding them in her protective arms.
Seiran tore at Kouchou's dress until it fell in a heap around her ankles, and he pulled her against him, his mouth devouring her breasts. When he heard her whimper at his ravenous attack, he pulled himself away and buried himself against Ensei's chest, biting at the small, brown nipple he'd enveloped in his mouth. Ensei groaned and jammed Seiran's head tight down at the spot.
"Is that all you got?" the gruff voice grunted against the silver hair. "C'mon, tough guy."
Kouchou stood between Seiran's thighs, his fingers biting into her backside as he bent over Ensei's chest. She leaned over and freed Ensei's bulging erection and began stroking him as she watched with wild eyes while the two men punished each other with vicious bites and harsh pinches of nipples, lips and skin. They made each other whimper and cry out and curse. Kouchou felt the heat between them consuming her and she could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs. She ran her fingers over Seiran's shoulders and back and pumped more quickly on Ensei's thickening erection.
"Mmm…Kouchou, honey, that's good," Ensei moaned, looking directly into Seiran's eyes, flashing in the dark. "If all I'm going to get is a pussy anyway," the big man smirked and turned his gaze toward Kouchou, "I'd prefer yours, sweetie."
He shoved Seiran off him, pretending not to notice the reddening bites and scratches the smaller man had made on his chest, and reached for Kouchou.
"Fucking COCKROACH!!" Seiran bellowed and leapt on top of Ensei, throttling his neck. "She's mine! MINE!! She was always mine!"
Seiran could see nothing but his brother's face beneath him—shocked, wide-eyed, frightened.
"I don't fucking share…not even with you!" he growled and pushed down on the thick neck like a tree trunk under his hands. He spun his head around when he felt tugging at his shoulder. In the dark, he saw Shuurei. He saw her long dark hair falling down over her shoulder, hiding her naked breasts. He wanted to see them, to taste them.
His cock pulsed and he wanted to take her there, now, next to his brother, to show him how he would never possess Shuurei the way big brother would. She would never want another man after this.
"Seiran, stop it! You're hurting him!" Kouchou dug her fingernails into his shoulder, trying to shock him out of his rage.
The pain shot into his bare shoulder and he jerked away, causing Kouchou's nails to tear his skin. He wheeled around and grappled her throat, shoving her onto the bed. Kouchou's back hit the headboard and she fell forward, a little dazed. She lifted her head, holding her throat and coughing.
Seiran watched her, ignoring the strong hands that folded around his. He wasn't aware of anything. Just the dark. Everything was dark except for Shuurei, all of five years old, hunched over on the bed, holding her throat and coughing.
She's sick again, Seiran thought. I'll stay with her. I'll take care of her. As long as she needs me.
Shuurei changed. She grew up in the halo of light carved out of the darkness. No, no, Seiran frowned. It wasn't Shuurei. It was Madam. Madam.
"Promise me, Seiran, my sweet Seiran," she asked despite the cough that choked her dying words. "Promise me you'll watch over that child until she can walk her own path."
"Sei-en," a little voice called from below him, and he turned away from the light. His brother called to him, a tiny voice that trembled and coughed. "Aniue, Aniue."
Someone's hurting him, Seiran thought wildly. Ryuuki, Ryuuki, I'll protect you. I promise.
Harsh bright light glared below him and Seiran squinted down into the painful light he couldn't drag his eyes from and he saw his own straining hands around his little brother's neck. The tiny child's face contorted in sorrow, in grief. Little fingers curled around his big hands, gently, not fighting. The little boy patted his brother's hands, comforting him, and went to sleep.