Minimal angst, minimal fluff, a LOT of sex.

Once upon a time, when I finished writing Careful Now, I told a certain amazing Spaniard that I would write up this threeway once I got enough sleep. Two months of sleep later, here it is!

You've just landed a job as a temp in Shinseikai Enterprises. Congratulations!

You smooth your skirt and blouse in the elevator, excited about your first day. Your hair's looking pretty good too; not a bad day for it to choose to behave. Heels just the right height. Everything in top condition, you think guiltily, in case your beautiful boss happens to walk past your cubicle and you get to introduce yourself.

The boss. Oh, the boss.

You remember how you glimpsed him briefly as you waited and sweated before your interview. That entrancing gold hair and impeccable vest and suit and that walk and those ridiculously mellow I-secretly-rule-the-world eyes and –

Okay, stop.

It was pathetic enough how disappointed you were when he didn't end up interviewing you himself. And it was pathetic enough how high you jumped for joy when you found out you got the job (an enthusiasm that had nothing to do with dental cover or overtime).

The man is most likely married, you remind yourself with a self-conscious flush. And you are not about to be the pitiful secretary that gets banged on the side.

So just keep it together, okay?

Okay.

The elevator doors slide open and you step out. A quick glance tells you he's not there. You find your supervisor who promptly seats you in your cubicle before a mountain of paperwork.

You sigh and get started.

The work is tedious but bearable. Nothing you haven't done before. And then, after only an hour or so, your supervisor is there again.

'The boss wants you to bring the Obayashi files over. Do you know where his office is?'

'Yes, sir!' you say, trying to disguise the fact that happiness just burst like a spring in a mountainside.

You fix your hair and blouse one last time, gather all eight of the hefty binders together in a stack and carry them down the various hallways.

Your first clue should have been the strange muffled noises. But your excitement and nervousness are so great that you ignore it.

You knock on the door and open it.

'Excuse me, Yashiro-san?'

And your files clatter to the floor.

The boss is spreadeagled on the couch, full to the brim with cock.

On one end, there's the very tall guy you saw with him the day you went in for your interview. The one with the serious face that scared you a little. He's got his cock way deep in the boss' ass, arms planted on either side of him on the couch.

On the other end, his cock way deep in boss' mouth, there's a slightly older guy you've never seen before, moustache and goatee and an expression that's even angrier than the first guy's.

In fact the only expression that isn't angry or intense in that moment is the boss'. He looks like he's on Cloud 9 and, amazingly, when Angry Guy Number 2's cock falls out of his mouth, the boss even gives you a smile.

'You must be the new temp,' he says breathily. His eyes land on the mess of files around your feet. 'Oh, the Obayashi files, I've been – ah!' (An accidental shove of the first guy's hips) '– expecting them. Go ahead and leave them on my desk.'

You manage to squeak, 'On your –?'

Your eyes travel across the suddenly massive expanse between the door and the desk on the other side of the room. No matter what route you chart, it would take you past the… past all the… past what was happening.

Having considered all possible courses of action, you wisely decide on the following: standing there and staring like a moron.

'Yashiro, for fuck's sake,' the second man says in a breathy undertone. You notice that he seems to be blushing. The first man, however, still balls-deep in your boss, seems to be focusing on remaining still. 'Just tell her to come back later.'

'No need,' the boss replies, flashing you another kind smile. 'She seems like she can handle it. Plus it's better she knows now what she might have to deal with in future.'

At this, the very tall guy glances up at him, looking almost upset.

The boss notices and laughs.

'Not this as in the three of us, Doumeki.' He looks at you again and even rolls his eyes. 'How insecure is he? But in all honesty, you should know, there's a very big chance you'll be walking in on us. Just me and him. A lot. Think you can handle that?

Being asked a direct question jolts you back to reality. You blush to your roots and try to gather all the files together.

As you stack them again in your arms, you hear the boss say to one of them, 'Have you forgotten how to fuck? Keep going!'

Your ears ring.

'But... Boss –'

'Just do it!'

His voice is like honey.

And then he moans out loud. And again. And the sound of slapping fills your ears. The tall guy grunting. The boss still moaning.

'Fuck! Oh fuck, yes. Doumeki!'

Every instinct is telling you to flee. And yet –

Go ahead and leave them on my desk.

His voice, you reflect, was also like honey when he spoke to you. And so, feeling like a victim and a pervert and a moron all at once, and still very much in denial, you hug the files to your chest and cross the room. When you draw up alongside the couch, you make sure your gaze is dutifully trained on the carpet in front of you and nowhere else.

You still manage to notice a few details that escaped you earlier. How they're all still almost fully clothed. How the boss' pants are completely off but he's still wearing his shirt. How the boss' hands are tied in front of him with a tie. And how the first guy has a belt clutched in his hand.

Please don't use that while I'm here, is your single, highly irrational thought.

Between his high-strung cries, the boss manages to say something.

'You too, Ryuuzaki! Come on.'

'No way,' you hear the second guy mutter. As you finally put the files on the desk, you can feel his eyes on you. 'Not until she's gone.'

'Don't be a – ugh! oh, fuck – spoilsport! Why do you always – ah! – run for the hills when – nngh – when someone comes to watch?'

'Not everyone gets off on being watched!'

'Oh, come on! Ah! '

'No!'

You feel a rush of gratitude for the second man with the angry face and the goatee. But you still avoid his eye and everyone else's eye when you cross the office at light speed and finally reach the door.

'Thank you, miss!' the boss tells you, again between moans. 'And welcome – ah – to the company!'

'Thank you, sir,' you manage to say, even though your voice sounds like a petrified child's.

His smile, suave even in those circumstances, stays with you after you close the door. You stand there in the hallway for a beat or two. Eyes wide. Heart pounding.

And then you hurry away when you hear the sound of someone getting whipped by the business end of a belt.

After the door closed, Ryuuzaki wasted no time shoving the full length of his cock back into Yashiro's throat.

That was also the same moment that Doumeki raised the hand holding the belt and lashed the side of Yashiro's ass.

A tandem move that resulted in Yashiro very nearly biting Ryuuzaki's dick in half.

'Fuck! Yashiro, you idiot!'

Blinking through stars, Ryuuzaki pulled out. After a few throbbing seconds, he was relieved to see there was no damage done and that, given the circumstances, Yashiro had held back to an impressive degree. Yashiro even flashed him an apologetic grin.

Doumeki was still ramming into him, sweat gathering on his face and neck. Ryuuzaki watched, as though hypnotised, how deeply Yashiro was taking his cock. It reminded him quite powerfully how a younger Yashiro had been stretched on the floor of the mah-jong parlour, already covered in come, with five or six guys including Ryuuzaki taking turns.

This was a modern-day rehashing of that scene, sure. But there was something different about it.

For one thing, they were in Yashiro's own lavishly decorated office. And Yashiro himself had somehow managed to coax his homicidally protective guard dog into allowing Ryuuzaki to take part in this threesome.

But there was something else here that made it different.

Something about the way Doumeki looked at him. And the way Yashiro, occasionally, returned that look.

Unsure how he felt about this thought, a thought that seemed far too introspective for him, Ryuuzaki angrily shoved his cock back in.

'Don't you fucking bite it again,' he warned, feeling the warmth and wetness of Yashiro's mouth envelop his cock. 'No matter how badly he whips you. You hear me?'

Yashiro opened his throat wide and took him as deep as he could, tears gathering, and tried to communicate a yes.

Doumeki clenched his teeth at the sight of someone else's cock being pushed in and out of Boss' mouth. He didn't know why it made him even harder than he already was. Why it made his balls tighten in that familiar way.

They had a history together, Boss and Ryuuzaki. Boss had been fucked by Ryuuzaki while Doumeki was still a teenager. And yet, in place of jealousy, or rather in addition to jealousy…

He didn't know how, but Boss had worked his magic on him again. And Doumeki suspected he was well on the way to having the best sex of his life.

They spit roasted him on his back for a long time. Yashiro felt the heat and relentlessness of both their cocks and realised he could die right there and die happy. His muffled cries fuelled them both and their cocks plunged as far as they could, almost trying to outdo the other.

Occasionally, even with his face full of Ryuuzaki, Yashiro would throw Doumeki a look he knew well and Doumeki would channel the part of himself he would always have preferred to keep dormant, raise his hand and whip him with the belt again. Usually on the side of his ass or thigh. He would feel the mark it made, and the ensuing cry from Boss, somewhere in his cock.

Once, when Yashiro begged him, he brought the buckle down across his abdomen. But the way that Boss twitched and buckled was enough for him to never do it again, no matter how much Boss claimed to have enjoyed it.

He would occasionally lean forwards and thrust his tongue into Boss' mouth, forcing Boss' head back against the couch, and Ryuuzaki would have to huff and wait for him to become available again.

They, Doumeki and Ryuuzaki that is, tried as much as humanly possible to avoid each other's eye.

And yet, whenever their eyes did meet, the moment was charged and electric and made things happen.

For instance, when they next glanced at each other over Yashiro's sweating, writhing form, it was like the decision was communicated telepathically. They both pulled out and Yashiro was left gasping and surprised. Doumeki spun him around and Ryuuzaki pulled him up until he was on his hands and knees.

Well, mostly knees, given the state of one of his bound hands. Doumeki watched him with concern.

'Is your arm okay, Boss?' he asked, his voice hoarse.

Yashiro shot him a look over his shoulder.

'Don't ruin the mood, idiot.'

'Sorry.'

And when Ryuuzaki grabbed his hair and guided his dick back into Yashiro's mouth, Doumeki pulled his ass cheeks apart and drove his cock in fully.

The sounds of slapping and grunting and muffled chokes filled the office. Ryuuzaki kept throwing anxious glances at the door, wondering how many more secretaries Yashiro had lined up just to indulge his love of voyeurism.

When he looked down, he was uncomfortable to find he was drawn into Yashiro's gaze. Eyebrows arched in pleasure but eyes that were somehow still half-lidded and mellow. He remembered the boy who had kneeled by the window with his head on the frame.

He then looked nervously up at Doumeki, hoping his little moment with Yashiro wasn't about to spell his own death.

Doumeki, luckily, was too busy clenching Yashiro's ass in both hands and pounding into him as hard as he damn well could.

For Ryuuzaki, the sight of Yashiro like that, the sounds, the feel of his tongue and the tightness of his throat around the tip of dick. It was all too much.

'I'm going to come,' he warned through gritted teeth.

At that Yashiro pulled off completely. Ryuuzaki felt the shock of cold air on his cock.

'Wait!' Yashiro gasped. 'Not yet.'

'What?'

'Just wait. Doumeki, stop.'

Very reluctantly, Doumeki grunted and obeyed. He pulled out. His eyes lingered on the pre-come that was dribbling out of Yashiro's hole and down his thigh.

Yashiro, the one who had had two cocks inside of him a moment ago, the one whose hands were still bound, managed to take complete control of the situation. He flicked his sweat-drenched hair out of his eyes and turned around to face Doumeki.

'Doumeki, sit.'

Ryuuzaki nearly snorted with laughter. Guard dog was right, he thought.

Numb, his cock still painfully stiff, Doumeki sat back on the couch, his eyes on his boss. Ryuuzaki watched, surprised not to feel that left out, as Yashiro swung a leg over Doumeki's lap and reached both of his bound hands through his legs. It proved a little difficult.

So Doumeki helped. He moved his cock until the head lined up with Yashiro's hole and then gripped his waist. He pushed Yashiro down onto his cock in one breath.

'Ah! Oh, fuck yes. Mm!' His voice was low and almost mournful. 'Deeper, Doumeki!'

And then Yashiro actually leaned forwards and kissed him.

Choosing that moment of all moments to turn red, Ryuuzaki tried to look at something else. He certainly felt left out now. Was this why Yashiro had brought him back from the brink of coming? If not for the state of his cock, he would have considered leaving.

Yashiro seemed to pick up on his frustration. He turned his head.

'Get over here.'

Ryuuzaki let out an annoyed grunt. It was next to impossible to say no to him when he used that voice.

As he watched Yashiro ride Doumeki's cock, Ryuuzaki felt the sudden need to see more of his skin. So he came up behind him, reached around his chest and tore his shirt off, paying no mind to the buttons that fell away.

As Boss' bare chest was revealed to him, Doumeki bent down and bit his nipple hard. He savoured the sharp cry.

Yashiro laughed.

'Did you give him notes, Ryuuzaki?' He craned his neck to look at him. 'Doumeki bites my nipples just as hard as you do now.'

He then leaned forwards until his chin was pressed against Doumeki's forehead. And, although it was still full of Doumeki's cock, he tried to push his ass out.

'Hurry up,' he gasped to Ryuuzaki.

Ryuuzaki blinked. He stared at where Doumeki's cock was still thrusting.

'What?' he said thickly.

Yashiro clicked his tongue in frustration.

'Put it in already.'

After a few more lines of stilted dialogue, it finally dawned on both Ryuuzaki and Doumeki what he meant.

Again, their eyes met over Yashiro's shoulder.

For long months, since Doumeki had started fucking Yashiro, no one else had fucked Yashiro. It was common knowledge at that point that, if anyone tried, they would be a pile of bones and flesh at the bottom of a skyscraper.

So Ryuuzaki was again understandably nervous about the bodyguard's possible reaction. Not to mention his latent fear that Yashiro, for all his proclivities, wouldn't be able to handle having two cocks in his ass at once.

But the look that Doumeki shot him was complex. As complex a look as a man could muster while he's fucking someone. At the very least, it wasn't an obvious warning. Ryuuzaki's pulse hammered in his ears. His gaze, oddly, never left Doumeki's.

And he moved his cock to Yashiro's hole.

It seemed impossible to everyone but Yashiro. After grunts, heavy breathing and loud moans, Ryuuzaki finally inched his head through. Yashiro, even through his own pleasure and pain, watched the muscles on Doumeki's neck strain with the new sensation.

He almost shivered with anticipation. With the thought that he would soon be impaled on both cocks. That they would be thrusting in tandem and both would, perhaps, if he was lucky, come inside him at the same time.

'A little more,' he goaded them both. 'Come on.'

And finally, trying his damndest to ignore the fact that his cock was pressing as close as it possibly could to another man's cock, Ryuuzaki was lodged deep inside Yashiro.

Yashiro gasped and panted and moaned. His words were no longer the enticing prose of dirty talk. They were an incoherent babble. And they devolved even more when both cocks started moving.

At first they both took turns thrusting. Which meant, essentially, that every move for Yashiro was a thrust in.

'Fffff – mm! Ye – ah! Ugh!'

He barely had the chance to breathe in.

The incredible friction and tightness being something new for them as well, Doumeki and Ryuuzaki concentrated. The sights and sounds of Yashiro between them was proving a distraction. When they found their rhythm, they started thrusting in, both at once.

By that point, Yashiro could only hold on to Doumeki's neck. Doumeki heard his cries in his ear.

Amazingly, despite everything that was being done to him, a familiar part of Yashiro was suddenly craving for something else.

Haze of pleasure, yes. Flashes of pain, yes. But only flashes.

He needed more.

So he said to Doumeki, in an urgent whisper, 'Your tie!'

Doumeki looked at him.

'What?'

'Your tie. Take it off. Put it around my neck.'

'Boss –'

Yashiro heard his reluctance and ran right over it.

'Do it. Now!'

Doumeki robotically slid his tie from around his collar and looped it around Boss'. He'd leaned back and Doumeki saw that familiar glint in his eye. The masochistic one that brought out the sadist in him in all of its terrible glory.

Ryuuzaki wondered what the fuck was happening.

He kept wondering even when Doumeki tightened the tie around Yashiro's neck, just under his jaw. And pulled.

Yashiro choked.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

He almost pulled out. Almost.

But a few things stopped him.

In order, it was 1: the feeling of being inside Yashiro, 2: how amazingly close he was to coming, and 3: the strange, hot flare of lust that sparked after seeing Yashiro arch his back like that.

Yashiro was entirely at Ryuuzaki's mercy. At Doumeki's mercy. They could do whatever the hell they wanted to him, Ryuuzaki realised, and he would have to take it.

And so when he met Doumeki's eye again, when he took the tie in hand and pulled, when the strangled sound that came out of Yashiro made him shudder and come deep inside him, he realised that he had in that moment been turned into something of a sadist. Or at least earned a few more badges.

He felt Doumeki come as well, bucking and grunting.

Fuck you, Yashiro, Ryuuzaki thought angrily. Only you. Only you could do this to a man. To two straight men, no less.

As he and Doumeki rode out their climaxes and tried to feel their way back down, Yashiro fell against Doumeki's shoulder.

Even through the fog of mind-numbing pleasure, Ryuuzaki noticed something was wrong.

It occurred to him that he hadn't felt Yashiro's ass clenching and convulsing around his cock like it usually did before he came. He wondered if he had come at all.

And then he noticed, his anxiety mounting, that Yashiro hadn't said anything even when the tie fell limply out of Ryuuzaki's hand. There was no breathy laugh, no witty one-liner. He had just flopped.

'Yashiro?'

He lay still.

Doumeki noticed it too.

'Boss?' he said, his voice still hoarse with lust.

He lifted Yashiro from his shoulder. Gold hair stuck to his forehead. His eyes were closed and his mouth slack.

Doumeki's heart fell through the floor.

'Boss!'

The nylon burn stood out damningly around his neck. They both immediately pulled out of Yashiro and lay him back on the couch. Doumeki held Yashiro's face in his hands, eyes wide with shock.

'Boss! Boss, wake up!'

No response. He lay there, his head tilted slightly, looking almost peaceful. He's so beautiful, Doumeki thought in desperation. He gripped his shoulders and shook him.

'Wake up!'

He was almost yelling. Yashiro remained still.

Ryuuzaki stood nearby, one hand in his hair.

'Shit!' he observed, his mind slowly gearing up to panic. 'Fuck. Oh, shit.'

He took a few steps away, his eyes still on Yashiro's limp form. How long had they choked him for? Seconds? Minutes? Had Yashiro even struggled?

Doumeki, meanwhile, refused to accept what had happened. Any minute now, Boss would wake up and smile. It was just a trick. Another of his cruel tricks.

His head was full of Boss' moans from only minutes ago. That look of total lust. The way water had trickled in braid-like rivulets down his back in the bath. The thought of Boss the first time he'd seen him, leaning against a wall in his suit and vest, lighting a cigarette.

He felt tears smart his eyes as he shook Yashiro's shoulders again, more insistently.

'Boss, wake up! Please!'

More than anything else, Ryuuzaki was deeply thrown by the sound of Doumeki's voice. Out of sheer anger that Yashiro would put them through something like this, he went back to the couch and shoved Doumeki aside.

He raised his hand and lashed Yashiro across the face with all his strength.

With a gasp, Yashiro blinked and opened his eyes fully. He wheezed and his hands, still bound, reached up to his throat. His eyes bulged for a few moments until he found his breath again.

Hovering above him, Doumeki panted and stared. After a lag, relief flooded his veins like a rich, molten liquid.

'What just happened?'

Yashiro's voice sounded constricted. Almost as though, Ryuuzaki thought, two idiots had strangled him with a tie until he passed out. He turned away, his face red with anger and relief.

Confused about a few things, including the fact that Doumeki had hung his head into his neck, Yashiro lifted his bound hands and touched his face gently.

Ryuuzaki didn't need to see this to know that his visit to the land of Yashiro and Doumeki was long over. He zipped up his fly and tried to straighten his clothes.

From over Doumeki's shoulder, Yashiro saw this.

'Where are you going?' he asked, his voice sounding marginally better. 'I haven't even come yet.'

This brought about a small pause. Doumeki lifted up and even Ryuuzaki turned around. Sure enough, there Yashiro was at full mast.

Ryuuzaki felt a strong, dangerous urge to laugh.

Amazingly, Yashiro's gaze had returned to its usual enticing half-lidded stare.

'Did I pass out?' Yashiro tried to remember but couldn't get past the unreal memory of two cocks plunging into him and the delicious thrill of the tie being tightened around his neck. 'That's a shame. It was just getting good, too. I wanted to feel you both come inside me.'

'We already did,' Ryuuzaki muttered, hearing the ridiculousness of his own words.

'Oh!'

Yashiro seemed pleasantly surprised. Doumeki was still staring at him as though making sure he was still there.

'Well, how about Round 2?' asked Yashiro, running his finger along Doumeki's scar again and then fixing Ryuuzaki with a familiar look. 'This time I'll blow you both and you can come on my face at the same time. What do you say?'

His voice was like honey, Ryuuzaki thought. It was so unfair.

And then he met Doumeki's eye one final time. The look there, this time, was different. It wasn't a warning, exactly. Not quite. It was something else.

A plea, almost.

Ryuuzaki understood it immediately. He was surprised to feel a strange blend of emotions.

I was there first, you know, he thought suddenly, entirely without his control. I was there first. Where you are now.

Unaware of any of it, Yashiro waited for them to cave yet again. He may have ruined things by passing out prematurely the first time, but the second time was going to be –

'I'm out,' said Ryuuzaki simply. He ran a hand through his hair to straighten it. 'You two do whatever you want.'

Yashiro tried to protest. Doumeki lay there silently.

But Ryuuzaki turned and left. He was surprised that he couldn't quite bring himself to look at them again as he closed the door.

You're trying to fight the images of what you saw in the boss' office, even though you already suspect that they've been grafted permanently to your mind.

And suddenly, Angry Guy Number 2 comes striding through the cubicles towards the elevator. He looks slightly flushed.

Pulse hammering, you try your best to look away. It's no use; he catches your eye. He has to pass by your cubicle after all. It's almost a relief that he seems just as uncomfortable as you do.

He averts his gaze as he passes. You almost breathe out with relief.

Then he stops for a moment and turns back. Your heart rate suffers again.

'Keep an eye on those two, okay?' he says gruffly, catching you totally off guard. 'And, you know. Maybe keep a paramedic or two on standby.'

And then he's gone. The elevator dings closed after him.

The phone on your desk rings a few times before you notice it. You clear your throat, try with all of your might to push everything aside, and put on a smile.

'Hello, Shinseikai Enterprises,' you say, wondering where the hell you've ended up.

Author's note: This scene was vaguely referenced at the end of my long, rambling story Careful Now.