It felt so good to be back home that Kadaj danced little circles around both of his lovers as they tried to get in the door, causing a general bottleneck and confusion until Reno plucked him up by the back of his thick coat and deposited him in the hallway.

"Excited, huh?" the man asked, and laughed at him, but Kadaj knew it wasn't a laughing at him laugh, just a laughing at him laugh, so he didn't get offended.

Yazoo looked a little pale and drawn as he unwound his scarf, but his smile was sweet and pretty when Reno helped him get his coat off, Kadaj bouncing around them like a ping-pong ball trying to get his huge, smooshy coat off.

"I'm so glad to be back home and isn't it nearly Solstice and we haven't even decorated anything yet but Miki says that you can't celebrate Solstice without a certain kind of candle that I'm sure we don't have and aren't you just so happy to be home, Yazoo? And I tried to keep everything neat but you know how bad I am about that and Reno was no help at all and since I was stuck at Seventh Heaven – and let me tell you that place it pretty poorly named – it's gotten even worse, I can see! And I guess in the end it just proves that we really can't do without you, Yazoo and if you ever left then we'd have to come with you wherever you go because I really just don't think we can make it all by ourselves if you're not around…"

Yazoo laughed softly at Kadaj's unexpected sweetness and cupped his little face, saying, "Thank you, Kadaj. I can't do without you two, either. What an adorable thing to say…"

Kadaj looked a little shocked that he'd been so nice, but was quick to take the praise, crowing, "Yes, well, it's just true, Yazoo! I haven't had a pie in ages since you've been gone!"

"Wow, way to spoil that one," Reno commented, pulling on the sleeves of Kadaj's coat to free him.

"He didn't spoil anything," Yazoo protested, and hugged Kadaj close, his green eyes on Reno.

Kadaj, oblivious to anything that might ever happen around him, simply sighed and said, "We should go and worship because it's been way way way too long and I was scared to do any touching down there at Cloud's because I figured he could hear me and would come do something really awful."

"I can understand that," Reno murmured, and wrapped his strong arms around both of them, holding them close so that he could kiss Yazoo's soft mouth and the top of Kadaj's head. "The brat's got a point – it's been a long time. You up for it?"

"That depends," Yazoo quietly said, his eyes limpid and soft. "Are you going to say you're sorry?"

Kadaj's big green eyes flicked from one beloved face to the other, but God didn't get angry. He grinned and said, "I'm so sorry, sweet baby – do you forgive me?"

Yazoo's smile was bright and wide, so wide he flashed a dimple in his left cheek that Kadaj had no idea was even there.

"I forgive you," Yazoo breathed, and Kadaj squealed with laughter when Reno hefted both of them up and started to drag them towards the bedroom.

The boy was pretty sure he'd never heard anything so wonderful in his life as Yazoo's excited, happy laughter. He hoped those dark, sad days were behind them now, because he really loved it when both of his lovers were happy and content, because, of course, it made them more willing to indulge him.

They both tumbled onto the bed in a heap of long limbs and shining silver hair, laughing. Yazoo's breath caught and he coughed a little bit, but it cleared up quickly, and since he didn't make a big deal about it, neither Kadaj nor Reno did.

"Now that's beautiful," Reno sighed, tugging open his jacket and flinging it against the desk chair. His big blue eyes were bright and heated when he looked at them, stark hunger welling in their depths as the man stripped down.

Kadaj clung to Yazoo and stared, as captivated as always by the sight of Reno undressing. Yazoo held him back, equally as enraptured, neither one of them moving until Reno said, "Am I undressing the both of you? Kadaj – help me get Yazoo out of his clothes, huh? Then we can work on you."

Kadaj blinked rapidly and wriggled around in his brother's embrace while Reno crawled onto the bed, but it was really hard to concentrate on what he was doing when his eyes kept sliding down to Reno's heavy sex and skittering away. Finally, Yazoo pushed his hands aside and helped Reno himself, and Kadaj just flopped back against the pillows with a sigh, working his shoes and socks off.

"My pretty baby," Reno kept murmuring, easing Yazoo out of his clothing with gentle hands. He trailed his fingers down Yazoo's side and frowned, and Kadaj felt sad when he saw how little Yazoo had gotten from his sickness. He'd always been thin, but now he was just too thin. It was like the fever had eaten him, making his belly hollow. He was no less beautiful, but it hurt Kadaj to see him so fragile looking, and it clearly bothered Reno, too. "I'm sorry, baby…"

Yazoo caught Reno's face in his hands and tugged the man up with a shy, soft smile. He kissed him, deep and sweet, and let his long fingers tangle in Reno's wild hair. When they parted, he breathed, "It looks worse than it is. I hate hospital food. It reminds me of… before…"

Kadaj shuddered at that one, sharing his brother's instinctive distaste of chemical smells, bland food, white lab coats, and anything that even remotely resembled the labs that all three of the "brothers" recalled all too well.

Reno stroked Yazoo's hair back from his face, smoothing his hand over his flushed cheek and behind his head to grip his nape. The man's blue eyes were warm and sad, and he softly murmured, "I missed you…don't ever leave me again."

"Leave us again!" Kadaj sternly corrected, peeling off his Princess shirt – which he'd worn because he knew it made Yazoo laugh – and trying to wriggle out of his jeans, which were wet at the bottoms from the snow, which really annoyed him. "Don't ever leave us again."

Reno grinned and Yazoo blushed, reaching out to touch Kadaj's cheek, flushed with the effort of trying to get his pants off without getting the wet parts against his bare skin.

Reno leaned back, grasped the hem of his jeans, and pulled them free with one hard tug, idly tossing them towards the pile of dirty clothes that had built up since Yazoo had gone, overflowing the laundry basket. Reno had spent his time at the hospital and Kadaj had been gone, but somehow the chores had still managed to pile up.

The man returned to stretch out at Yazoo's other side, one long hand idly stroking Yazoo's slender belly, watching his white skin and muscles tighten. Not one to be willingly left out (unless ball-gags and cuffs were involved, and then he was more than happy to go play video games), Kadaj snuggled against his other side and sighed, breathing in the familiar scent of Yazoo's skin and feeling the warmth of him.

"It was empty without you," he said, hugging his brother tight. "I didn't like it."

Yazoo made a soft sound and rubbed his head, pulling his fingers through Kadaj's hair in a gentle caress. In a soft, low voice, he admitted, "I was pretty empty, too…"

"But now you're not!" Kadaj declared, and his eyes popped open. He grinned at his brother and gave him a squeeze, happy to have him within touching distance.

"Take it easy, baby, let him breathe," Reno chided, and loosened Kadaj's arm so that he could lean over Yazoo and kiss him.

Kadaj was too happy to be too jealous, and besides, Yazoo needed to know he was wanted, so while Reno gave him a kiss fit to scorch him from the mouth down, Kadaj put his practice on Reno to use and started to nibble his way down Yazoo's swan-like throat. It was fun and exciting, especially with Reno's hot body so close, and he really wanted to see his brother's more passionate side rise to the surface.

Usually, Kadaj was in the middle somehow, pressed between their two bodies, but this time it was Yazoo in the middle. Reno didn't want him to make any effort at all, and told Kadaj as much.

"You show him how much you missed him," the man said, turning Yazoo in his arms so that his long, slender back lay in the curve of Reno's strong body. "Show him how we can't do without him."

Kadaj could hardly say no when Reno looked at him like that, with his blue eyes all soft and hungry. Yazoo lay on his side, his eyes half-closed, his silver hair falling over his throat to pool on the sheet. He looked angelic, but so fragile, and Kadaj felt an odd tremor of fear rise up in him. It hadn't struck him before, but they could die again. They could be hurt, could be killed, and could catch illnesses. It was a sobering thought for a boy whose biggest worry was if his shoes went well with his outfit.

"Hey," Reno said, and reached out to touch his cheek, concern in his blue eyes. "You okay, brat?"

"I'm just really glad you're safe, Yazoo," Kadaj whispered, and when Yazoo tugged him down, the young man eagerly snuggled against his chest.

"There, my little Kadaj, there," Yazoo breathed, stroking his hair, his cheek, the curve of his throat. "I'll be well soon, I promise you."

Kadaj tipped his face up and kissed him, soft lips and heat, the sweet taste of Yazoo filling him. He lifted his hand and splayed his fingers on Yazoo's hollow cheek, feeling the shape of a face that echoed his own. Yazoo was a part of him, a piece of himself, just severed away from him. So he tried to remember that, he kissed him and promised himself that he would try to be nicer to Yazoo, try to be kind to him. Yazoo deserved it, if only as a part of Kadaj…

He kissed his way down Yazoo's throat, down the swell of his chest, down the ripple of his belly. The scent of his skin was clean and smelled faintly of vanilla and spice – Yazoo had refused to leave the hospital without a proper shower with his own things, and Reno had made sure he'd gotten just that.

Kadaj bit him just above where the muscle of his belly narrowed into his loins and Yazoo gasped, his sex stirring. Reno's hand slid over his flank to rub circles in the hollow of his hip and Yazoo made a soft, keening noise, turning slightly onto his back, offering more of himself.

"Kadaj has something he wants to show you," Reno purred, capturing Yazoo's mouth in a deep kiss while Kadaj teased his tongue over the creamy skin of Yazoo's thigh. Reno broke the kiss with a soft gasp for breath and added in a throaty, unsteady voice, "He hasn't been practicing since you left, but I think you'll be impressed…"

Kadaj giggled and glanced up to see Yazoo gazing down at him, his jade eyes sleepy and soft with passion. It was different from the fierceness Kadaj was used to, it was more akin to how Yazoo responded to Reno himself, and the boy felt an odd thrill at the idea of it that promptly made him blush.

Yazoo smiled softly and asked, "What is it, Kadaj?"

"Well it certainly wasn't me thinking of you all tied up!" the young man declared, earning himself a quizzical look from both of his lovers.

"…I mean, what is it you want to show me?" Yazoo clarified, and Kadaj sighed with relief.

He dipped his head to Yazoo's beautiful body and brought him to full life with one soft, slow suck that made Yazoo arch a little, startled by his suddenness.

Kadaj paced himself, breathing slowly and shallowly, eyes closed. He felt the roundness of Yazoo's flesh in his mouth, the turgid head, the throbbing vein, the silky skin. He played it with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, and when Yazoo was fully hard, he began to do as Reno had shown him.

He sucked and slid his lips all the way down until he felt the soft, hairless skin of Yazoo's groin against his mouth. He swallowed, squeezing with his throat and lips, adding pressure with his tongue, one small hand sliding down to cup Yazoo's tight balls.

His brother let loose another moan, louder and less restrained, his flanks tightening, one hand groping to grip Reno's hip hard.

"See?" Reno asked, his tone teasing and soft. "He's gotten better already…"

Yazoo couldn't respond and Kadaj took pride in that, sliding up with hard suction to snatch a breath and slowly repeat it all over again. He liked the way that Yazoo writhed against him, the way he sounded when he made those soft noises. He liked to see his brother undone, outside of his usual cool calmness. He was always beautiful, but when he was moved by passion he was simply breathtaking.

"Alright," Reno finally said, shifting against Yazoo's side, a soft flush of need on his high cheeks. "Hop up here, Kadaj, I want you in front of Yazoo."

Kadaj reluctantly pulled away, secretly thinking that his brother's was much easier to deal with than Reno's, size-wise. He crawled up on hands and knees to lie next to his brother, and rolled onto his side when Reno moved him over.

He heart Reno whispering to Yazoo, the soft noise of kisses, the brush of their fingers as they moved at his back. He felt the heated tip of Yazoo's body press between his bottom and he went still when he realized it was Reno's fingers leading him in, pressing that flesh up into him.

"Relax, baby," Reno admonished, feeling Kadaj tighten a little. When the boy took a deep breath and went loose, the man softly praised, "Good, baby, good. Relax and let your brother in."

Yazoo curled around Kadaj's back, one arm sliding beneath his side to hold him close, the other curving beneath his arm as Reno pushed him deep.

Kadaj wriggled a little, accommodating the press of Yazoo's body inside of his. Yazoo's breath softly stirred his hair, and the older man reached down to caress Kadaj's own stiff body, making him gasp and twitch.

"Here it comes, pretty baby," Reno warned, and Kadaj heard his soft grunt of effort, felt Yazoo shudder as he took all that Reno had to offer.

The man settled against Yazoo's back and reached across him to grip Kadaj's hip.

"I don't want you to do nothin', Yazoo," he whispered, kissing his ear, and then his cheek. "You just lay there and let us do the work for once."

He tightened his grip on Kadaj and said, "Move with me, baby."

Kadaj nodded, a little breathless from the feel of Yazoo inside of him. It had been a long time compared to what he was used to, and he ached for the keen pleasure of it.

Reno pressed close, sandwiching Yazoo between them, and then drew back to push deep, rocking both slender young men with the force of his thrust.

Kadaj caught his breath and Yazoo sobbed softly in pleasure, the push and pull of his two lovers working him between them so that every need was filled. Kadaj matched the movement of Reno's body, following the pull of his hands, the push of his hips, rocking on Yazoo's cock so that it all blended together into a seamless whole. He closed his eyes and reached back to cup his brother's head, his fingers tangling in Reno's red hair as well, his slim body writhing to bring himself more pleasure, to bring Yazoo more pleasure.

Yazoo's hand trembled on his swollen sex, his grip alternately tight and loose. It was enough for Kadaj, who'd denied himself for too long out of fear of Cloud. He thrust his hips forward as Reno drew back, driving his slick sex through Yazoo's fingers, and his brother tightened his hold instinctively, making Kadaj cry out.

It was slow and steady, but as much as Reno disliked rushing sex, he'd been without his lovers for too long, and they both knew it. His slow, languid movements grew sharp and hasty, jostling them so hard that the bed started to creak in complaint. He shifted over them, his corded arm braced on the bed next to Kadaj's shoulder, his long leg sliding up to give himself leverage. It rolled Yazoo half-atop Kadaj, who didn't even care about the weight of their bodies over him.

Reno lunged up over them, pistoning his hips so that Yazoo wailed, sweaty and wild at Kadaj's back. His hand was wedged against the bed but he rippled his fingers, bringing a shock of sensation to Kadaj.

"Reno!"

"Let it go for me, pretty baby," the man tightly said, gasping as he pumped against them, groaning when Yazoo's body went rigid and he cried aloud with pleasure.

The electric feel of Yazoo's orgasm made Kadaj shudder. He could feel every muscle spasm, feel every hard contraction of the cock inside of him, could feel the slippery slick sliding out of him as Reno pushed Yazoo deeper and deeper. He spread his lithe legs a little wider and Yazoo took the opening and stroked him roughly, still gasping, still caught in the throes of his climax.

Reno groaned above them, driven to the edge by his lover's orgasm. In a throaty, low voice, he said, "Kadaj, baby, let it go for Daddy."

Kadaj clenched his teeth and uttered a strangled, sharp cry when Yazoo's working hand and strutted cock roughly brought him to release. He closed his eyes against the spots he saw and bucked beneath them both, earning a soft moan from his brother and a deeper, more dangerous sound from Reno.

He let it just rush over him, let every nerve-ending scream with delight, let the huge, aching fullness of it break free of him and spill over the sheets, spill over Yazoo's hand, spill over the edge of his awareness. He was just sensation and heat, and bundle of pulsing, delicious pleasure that hit him in a series of wracking spasms that left him weak and limp against the covers, panting with the force of it.

Dimly, he heard Reno's distinctive, low moan and shivered when Yazoo did, feeling the man tighten above him to squeeze Reno's heavy cock in the midst of his climax. Their soft, yielding bodies moved beneath his frenzied thrusts, taking all the force he had to offer, cushioning his strength in their own accepting softness until he finally slumped over them both in a tangle of limbs and flushed heat.

Slowly, they caught their breath, piled haphazardly atop each other, their skins slick with sweat. Kadaj felt the moist puff of Yazoo's breath against his ear, the lax curl of Reno's fingers against his thigh. He thought he should feel uncomfortable pinned beneath them as he was, but instead he just felt safe and content. Because this was how it was supposed to be – the three of them all together.

"I'm really happy you're home, Yazoo," he murmured sleepily, feeling the pull of rest after such exertions.

"I'm really happy, too, Kadaj," Yazoo said, his low voice rumbling against Kadaj's back.

Kadaj smiled, and dreamily added, "We should celebrate with some ice cream."

Reno chuckled above them and said, "As long as you both want toppings, Princess."