Like an Adonis

Sawamura Daichi is no stranger to chaos. He has a high tolerance for it, built up over years of being the older brother to two sets of twin siblings and captaining his high school volleyball team. Usually he prides himself on his ability to handle high-strung people and navigate awkward or tense confrontations.

This, though? This is completely new to him.

"He's clearly made his decision!" Sugawara Koushi screams.

"You broke the rules, that negates any claim!"

"Oh my god, he's not a prize pig, Kuroo. He chose me."

"You took advantage of him. That doesn't count."

"Guys, please," Daichi says frantically, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "People are starting to stare."

But his words have no impact on the two men currently screaming at each other in the middle of the sidewalk. Daichi wonders how exactly he'd managed to get into this sort of situation, with his two best friends arguing over who gets to date him, but really it's not that hard to trace back. He supposes it all started earlier this week when he came home from work on Sunday.

"Daichi?" Suga had called after he left himself in to the apartment. "Can you come into the living room?"

He froze as he toed off his shoes in the genkan, and for a second he felt like he was sixteen again and caught sneaking into the house by his mother after a late night out. But that was ridiculous, because he was nineteen, in college, and living on his own. Suga may be one of Daichi's two roommates, but he wasn't his mother. There was nothing to be worried about.

Still, he couldn't escape the thrum of anxiety in his heart as he walked into the living room. That beat of trepidation turned out to be an accurate instinct when he entered the living room and saw that Kuroo was there too.

Suga and Kuroo were the two people he was closest to in the world, but for some reason they didn't get along. Daichi had never seen the two of them hang out without him before, and even when the three of them were together they didn't work very hard to suppress the thinly veiled insults and insinuations they threw at each other. Case in point: they were currently seated as far apart from each other as the living room would allow, with Suga in the squashy armchair and Kuroo on a chair he'd stolen from the dining table.

"Have a seat," Suga said too calmly, and Daichi warily went to the couch so he was at the midpoint between them.

He expected them to start talking right away, to explain what was happening and why they were acting like he broke curfew or stole money from their purses, but they stayed quiet. Both of them just stared at him—Kuroo with his typical mischievous gaze and Suga with a concentrated one—while the silence stretched on.

"Okay, what's—" Daichi started, not able to stand it anymore, but Kuroo held up a hand to cut him off.

"You first, or me?" Kuroo asked Suga.

Suga wrinkled his nose. "Me, obviously."

Kuroo scoffed and leaned back in the wooden dining chair, gesturing for Suga to begin.

"Daichi," Suga started, turning to him. Daichi looked at him, and his expression softened, and Daichi began to feel the knot in his chest ease. "I know you're confused, and we will explain, but first I want to say that you're very important to me. You're my best friend, and I don't want to jeopardize that."

"Okay…" Daichi said slowly.

"What I'm about to say is going to sound strange, and it's going to be uncomfortable, but it's for the benefit of all of us, that way we can—"

"Oh my god," Kuroo interrupted, and they both looked at him. "Daichi. We like you. Romantically. And we both want to date you. But you need to decide which one of us you want."

"W-what?!" Daichi spluttered.

"Kuroo, you ass," Suga snapped. "You can't just spring stuff like that on people."

"Oh, you're right, I should've used the Suga method and pined silently for three whole years before saying something."

"You conniving little—"

"Wait, wait, please," Daichi said, rubbing his forehead. "You…you both like me? And…you want to date me?"

"Yes," they both said, simple as that.

Daichi's head spun. "And you need me to…decide."

"Well, that's usually how it works," Kuroo drawled.

Daichi knew that was how it usually worked, but that the entire problem wasn't it? It was why he'd been existing in a limbo space for over a year now.

He wasn't a fool. He knew that he liked Suga. Suga was his oldest friend, the one who'd stuck by him through everything in high school, all the highs and the lows, and the one who continued to stick by him even now.

But he also liked Kuroo. There was an electric current in the air the first time he'd met the Nekoma captain that he initially attributed to the spirit of competition. But it but soon became clear that wasn't the only spark between them.

Daichi hadn't let himself dwell on his feelings for either of them then. He had too many other things on his plate to even consider attempting to date either of them, and with the end of high school coming up he didn't want to start anything he couldn't see through to the end, so he just pushed on and pushed forward.

Then he arrived at college and he and Suga moved into a three-bedroom with someone they found in a newspaper listing, and Kuroo turned out to be in his econ class, and Daichi was presented once more with his dilemma.

You have to like one more than the other, Daichi told himself. Just figure that out and move forward.

It was easier said than done, though. With Suga, there was comfort and familiarity built up over years of trust and friendship. He was like a tornado sometimes, unpredictable in his moods and actions, but Daichi liked that about him. With Kuroo, there was a fire and excitement that came from simply being near him. But he was also unexpectedly soft and vulnerable when he peeled back the layers of his outer persona, and it made Daichi want to know that true Kuroo even more.

They were both so important to him. He felt safe with them, able to confide his fears and secrets and strangest thoughts without fear of judgment. There was plenty of good-natured teasing and cajoling, of course, but that was par for the course. They made him laugh and smile, and he couldn't imagine his life without them. Sometimes, he felt that if only they got along better that the three of them could maybe…just maybe…

Daichi had read a lot online about polyamory in the past several months, and he knew that there were a lot of different forms that polyamorous relationships could take. Kuroo and Suga didn't need to like each other for him to engage in an open and honest relationship with each of them, but there was no guarantee they'd even be interested in that.

And anyway, even knowing logically that there were lots of people who were polyamorous and completely happy and successful with that framework for their life, emotionally his gut still twisted with guilt at the thought. So many people in the world were happy with one partner. Who was he to get selfish and want two? He needed to man up and pick one, but every time he thought about being with one of them, the other still lingered in his mind.

It was tearing him up inside. He couldn't tell what was a natural inclination toward polyamory and what was just plain greed, and Kuroo and Suga didn't deserve being subjected to his wishy-washy feelings, so he did nothing about them.

He would be friends with them, he decided, until his feelings faded and he eventually found the one person he was probably meant to be with, like so many others before him. It sucked, and he was miserable even though he told himself he was fine, but he was set on managing it in silence.

That was, until the two objects of his affections put his secret dilemma into words and confronted him out of the blue.

"You don't have to decide right now," Suga said gently. "Even though nobody would blame you if you chose me."

"Quit spewing bullshit, Sugawara," Kuroo snapped.

"What? We make the most sense, we have the longest history, we already live—"

"You said we weren't gonna pressure him, and you're going back on your word," Kuroo said firmly. "Now get on with the offer or the whole deal is off."

Deal? Daichi thought, and he suddenly felt like an animal at auction.

"Listen, Dai, we know this is like completely inappropriate," Suga continued, "but we have a proposal."

"I, uh…I'm listening," he managed.

"Date us," Suga said.

Daichi's blood rushed in his ears. Date them? Was it really that simple? Were they actually open to that? He felt the flutters of hope begin to well up in his chest when Suga continued.

"We've split up the week—two days with me, two days with Kuroo—and then on Friday we'll each take you on a date and then you'll decide."

His gut wrenched painfully as his hopes were immediately dashed. That's what you get for thinking selfishly, he told himself. For thinking you can have your cake and eat it too.

"What do you think?" Kuroo asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

What did he think? What did he think? He thought this was a terrible idea, that it could only spell disaster. Spending half the week with one, half the week with the other, getting to see what it was like to love and be loved by each of them and then being forced to choose? It sounded like the most exquisite form of torture.

But then again…maybe this was what he needed. A test run to see what actually dating each of them would be like, and then by the end of the week he'd have his answer. He'd have to end up preferring one over the other, and he would choose, and they would be fine with it because that was what they'd agreed to.

That version of reality sounded too good to be true, of course, but he had to give it a try.

"Okay," he whispered.

Suga and Kuroo both went incredibly still. Daichi fiddled with his hands where they rested in his lap while his face burned with embarrassment.

"Fuck yeah," Kuroo said finally. "Now, here are the ground rules Suga and I thought of, but please chime in if…"

And that was roughly how they'd ended up here, outside of Daichi's apartment on a Friday night, with Suga and Kuroo screaming at each other while Daichi tries uselessly to calm down.

He really should've trusted his instincts.

"I can't believe you," Kuroo rants now. "You sit on your thumbs for three years and when someone else finally comes along and does something, you cheat and pull this bullshit."

"I didn't cheat," Suga snaps. "It was mutual, and anyway the date was over."

"You're a fucking snake, and you know it." Kuroo takes a step forward, crowding into Suga's space and forcing him to take several steps back until he's up against the concrete wall of his and Daichi's apartment building.

"Hey now," Daichi says in his best don't-fuck-with-the-captain voice, but neither man pays any attention.

"You need to back the fuck off, Kuroo," Suga growls, shoving against Kuroo's chest, but Kuroo doesn't move.

"Or what, huh? What are you going to do?" Kuroo taunts.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"You're all talk and no action," Kuroo scoffs. "You only acted up now when you got scared someone would take your toy on the playground."

Suga flinches because it's true. He's been in love with Daichi for well over three years, practically all through high school and now into college. He couldn't help it, though. He maintains that it's nigh impossible for anyone not to fall in love with Daichi, not when he looks at you with those soft brown eyes and hugs you with those burly arms and grins at you with that flash in his eye that just hints at the wild man beneath the even keeled surface.

And he had planned on doing something about it. He'd been gearing up to ask Daichi out at the end of their third year, once the whirlwind of Spring Nationals was over. They were already going to the same university, so it wouldn't even become a long distance relationship, and then they would live happily ever after the way Suga firmly believed they were meant to.

But then came Kuroo.

Suga would've had to be truly ignorant to not see the look in Daichi's eyes when he and Kuroo met at their first practice match against Nekoma. There was a spark there that Suga hadn't seen before, lingering looks that had never lingered on him, and eagerness that Daichi hadn't displayed before.

It was fine at first, and Suga was fine passing it off as a simple crush that would fade once he and Kuroo were no longer around each other, but the damn cat kept coming back. And then the worst happened after Nationals when they exchanged numbers and suddenly Daichi had another best friend.

Suga then resolved to wait some more. He'd already waited three years. He could wait until they went to college, until the excitement of a new environment and new life experiences caused Kuroo to fade from his mind. But of course that didn't happen, because fucking Kuroo had chosen the same university as them.

So, like a really bad cold or the smell of dog shit on your shoe, Kuroo continued to linger in Daichi's life.

Kuroo's intentions toward Daichi were clear to Suga from the start, as were Suga's to him. They stewed in silent competition for months, passing like ships in the night as they each spent whatever time with Daichi they could, until it became increasingly obvious that either Daichi was the densest person on the planet or he just wasn't interested in them. Both Suga and Kuroo, in their infinite humility, absolutely refused to believe the latter, and so they met up to hatch this oh-so-disastrous plan.

One of the most frustrating things about this situation, though, is that Suga understands Daichi's dilemma. Loathe as he is to admit it, Kuroo is quite the catch. When he listens, it's with his fullest attention, and he has a way of looking at you like he's seeing straight through to your soul. It also doesn't hurt that he's muscular with legs for days and bedroom eyes that have a tendency to make Suga's stomach clench.

Honestly, if he hadn't had his heart set on Daichi since their first year of high school, Suga might have tried to get with Kuroo instead. But the situation is what it is, and Suga's not giving up on Daichi.

"Cat got your tongue?" Kuroo murmurs when Suga fails to respond promptly.

"You've got a pretty mouth. Be a shame if someone punched you in it," Suga says sourly, and, okay, maybe he's hitting on Kuroo anyway. But it's not like he means it. Not really.

"You callin' me pretty?" Kuroo purrs.

"I'm calling you pretty stupid. Pretty immature. Pretty ridiculous."

Kuroo looms even closer over Suga, using the fourteen centimeters he has on the man to his every advantage. "All I'm hearin' is how much you wanna kiss me on my stupid pretty mouth."

"In your dreams," Suga scoffs in disgust. "As usual, you only hear what you want."

Kuroo smiles, because even in the dark of the evening he can see the flush on Suga's cheeks. Suga's always been fun to rile up, and, just like when he first met Yaku, he just can't help but push those buttons. He sees the chaotic man behind the mild-mannered veneer Suga puts on, and he can't help but want to expose it every chance he gets.

If he didn't like pushing Suga so much, they probably wouldn't be so terribly at odds right now. They might've been able to have a mature conversation about their feelings without resorting to this weeklong timeshare agreement that ends with Daichi being forced to choose.

Sometimes he gets the feeling that Daichi doesn't want to choose. He can feel the way Daichi looks at him, and see the way he looks at Suga. Hell, he saw the way they kissed just now, right at the tail end of Suga's part of their Friday night date, which was entirely against the rules they'd established.

Kuroo only even saw the rule-breaking kiss because he'd been spying on the two of them since the end of his part of the date just like any normal person would in this kind of situation. He'd followed from a distance as they took a moonlit walk through a nearby park, holding hands and skipping stones on the pond and talking in voices too low for Kuroo to make out.

At first Kuroo thought Suga had fucked up, that there was no way a stupid walk was going to top the dinner he and Daichi'd had. But the longer he watched, the more he saw the gentle familiarity between them. He could hear the laughter from inside jokes he'd never understand but wanted to with all his heart, and he felt a little like he doesn't want Daichi to choose either. But despite the rebellious streak that Kuroo knows Daichi harbors inside, he also knows that Daichi is probably too straight-laced to even consider a three-way relationship. And so this is the route he must take.

"You know what we've got to do now," Kuroo says.

Suga's eyes widen, because of course they're on the same wavelength. They have the same trickster mind, after all. "No."

"It's only fair, and it's not your choice."

"Shut up. It's over, it's done, you're done—"

Kuroo takes a step back, allowing Suga some breathing room, but for some reason Suga only feels more dizzy once he's away.

"Daichi, may I kiss you?" Kuroo asks, and his voice is like velvet.

Daichi looks at the two of them, stuck between fury at their childish behavior in the middle of the street and longing at Kuroo's request. The longing wins out.

"Y-yes," he stammers.

Kuroo spares one last sardonic smile for Suga, then begins to turn toward Daichi. But just as he reaches forward to place a hand on Daichi's cheek to draw him into the kiss, Suga lunges forward and grabs Kuroo with two fistfuls of his jacket and hauls him in for a kiss instead.

Suga doesn't kiss Kuroo the way he'd kissed Daichi. Kuroo had seen the way Suga kissed him, gently and tenderly, like he wanted to treasure Daichi. Suga kisses Kuroo fiercely, possessively, like he wants to consume him. But Kuroo gives as good as he gets, and it's not until several long, heated moments later that they're pulling apart and panting.

Daichi thought he had been confused before. It was only natural, after spending two perfect days with Kuroo, then two perfect days with Suga, and then two perfect halves of one whole date with each of them. But after watching his two crushes and best friends fight and then inexplicably make out with each other, now he's more confused than ever. And maybe a little horny.

"Oh fuck," Suga whispers, and his hands fly to his mouth. Either to cover it in embarrassment or to prevent them from kissing again, Kuroo doesn't know, but he doesn't really care either.

"Yeah," Kuroo breathes, and then they're reaching for each other again.

This kiss is more gentle than the first, but still not as tender as the one Suga gave Daichi. Their mouths move in an exploratory fashion, tongues sliding along lips, teeth, each other. Suga feels one of Kuroo's large, warm hands press up against his back under his jacket, pulling him in close, and Suga winds his arms around Kuroo's neck. They don't break apart until Kuroo's other hand goes to his hip, thumb pressing circles against the bone there, and Suga lets out a soft involuntary moan.

"Holy shit," says Daichi on a shallow exhale.

They jump, having momentarily forgotten he was there, which is a bewildering fact in and of itself. Daichi's the whole reason they're here in the first place, the reason for the fight that had led to this flirting.

Kuroo reaches for Daichi with the hand that had been on Suga's hip, and Daichi takes it, allowing himself to be drawn in. Kuroo then moves his hand to Daichi's face like he'd intended to do before he'd been interrupted, and then he and Daichi lean in toward each other and their lips meet.

Suga still has his arms around Kuroo, so he's afforded an up close and personal view as the kiss turns from sweet and slow to fiery and fast. And rather than being turned off by seeing his longtime crush kiss his longtime rival, Suga is turned on. He likes seeing Daichi and Kuroo explore each other, especially as Kuroo's hand continues to rub up and down Suga's back in a soothing rhythm. He likes it a lot.

"Holy shit," Suga echoes when Kuroo and Daichi pull apart.

"Yeah," they both say.

Kuroo's hand falls to Daichi's shoulder, and Daichi has a hand on either of their waists, so Suga moves one hand to Daichi's jaw and cups it, turning his face toward him.

"Daichi," Suga says softly. "Be honest. Completely honest. What do you want?"

Daichi's face tenses, and Suga can suddenly see the war he's been fighting internally for probably the past year. "Both of you. I want both of you. And I know that's selfish and stupid and I shou—"

Suga cuts him off with a kiss, and Daichi responds eagerly. He thinks he can taste Kuroo on Daichi's lips, because he knows what Kuroo tastes like now, which is a thought that might've repulsed him just hours earlier but just sends a thrill up his spine instead.

"Then let's go upstairs," he murmurs.

Daichi looks starstruck. "W-what? Really?"

Suga turns to look up at Kuroo. "I assume you don't have a problem with that?"

"Lead the way," Kuroo replies, not completely managing to hide the eagerness in his tone.

The three of them disentangle themselves from each other and hurry into the lobby of the apartment building. Their hands continue to grasp at each other though, reaching for hips and shoulders and fingers and hair as they stumble through the lobby and to the elevator, snickering the whole time.

"Behave, behave," Daichi hisses as Kuroo wraps an arm around each of them and squeezes their asses.

"We are model citizens," Suga replies.

"Upstanding members of society," Kuroo agrees.

"Paradigms of moral behavior."

"Paragons of principles."

Suga and Kuroo grin at each other, and Daichi groans aloud at the glints of twin mischief in their eyes. If they're learning how to team up together and tease him instead of each other, he's never going to survive this.

Finally the elevator dings and lets them inside, and immediately Daichi is crowded into one of the corners. Kuroo is kissing him again while Suga mouths at his neck, and it's a good thing there's two of them holding him up otherwise he might just pass out from the sheer bliss and shock coursing through his veins right now.

"Door, door," Daichi mumbles, turning his head away from Kuroo's mouth when the elevator doors slide open on to his and Suga's floor.

"Come on," Kuroo says impatiently, hooking his fingers through both of their belt loops and dragging them out the open doors.

They rush to Daichi and Suga's apartment, giggling like schoolchildren sneaking in past curfew. Suga fumbles the keys while Kuroo stands behind Daichi and slips a hand under his shirt, rubbing over his stomach in a way that makes Daichi's heart flutter in his throat.

"Got it!" Suga announces triumphantly when he unlocks the door and lets them all in.

"Shh, shit!" Daichi exclaims upon seeing the pair of shoes sitting in the genkan. "Taiki's here!"

"Who cares," Suga replies, then turns and presses himself against Daichi, whose back is pressed against Kuroo's chest.

Kuroo leans over Daichi's shoulder and Suga meets him in another kiss, and Daichi's knees feel weak. This has to be a wet dream, Daichi thinks, because there's no way this can be real. But then they separate and Kuroo deposits kisses over Daichi's cheek and temple while Suga pulls the neckline of his shirt away to kiss at his collarbone, fingers plucking at the waistband of Daichi's jeans, and suddenly everything is far, far too real.

"Wait, wait, wait,," Daichi says, and they immediately release him.

Kuroo steps to the side and Daichi stumbles back to lean against the door, tipping his head back as he catches his breath. The other two are panting too as they stand before him, regarding him with patient, careful eyes.

"I…I need to know," Daichi says after a moment to gather his racing thoughts. "I need to know what this is. Because I honestly like the both of you, and I don't think I can decide. I want you two, and I want this, but I also know this isn't what you expected and—"

"Daichi," Kuroo interrupts. "I want this too. Both of you."

"R-really?" Daichi's voice cracks with happiness, and then the two of them look at Suga, who swallows.

He can't say that he's thought about this before. He knows that polyamorous relationships exist and are happy, and he knows there's lots of different ways those kinds of relationships can work, but he's just always assumed that monogamy was going to be the way for him like it is for so many.

But what's happening right now points very clearly to the possibility that this may be for him, even with fucking Kuroo. Especially with fucking Kuroo, if he's honest with himself. Half the time he was pissed at Kuroo was because of how flustered Kuroo made him, which he thought Kuroo did just to try to make fun of him or distract him from Daichi. But if Kuroo was doing it because he was sincerely interested in Suga too, well…

"I'm open to it," Suga replies. "I think we should probably have a very long talk about it, and we can do that right now if you really want, but…I'd rather suck you off instead and do all the talking later."

"Fuck," Daichi gasps, pressing the back of his shaking hand to his mouth.

"Hell yeah," Kuroo murmurs.

They look at Daichi, expectant, and he feels like the luckiest goddamn guy on the face of the planet.

"Yes, please," he says, and then they're fumbling and falling all over each other in their haste to reach his bedroom.

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[FFN doesn't allow explicit works. If you're over 18 you can read the full story with the threesome scene on my AO3.]

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He collapses to his side and is dimly aware of the both of them moving to cuddle up to him. Kuroo curves himself along Daichi's back while Suga tucks himself against Daichi's chest and fits his face to Daichi's neck. Several long moments pass as they catch their breath and calm their racing heartbeats.

Part of Daichi thinks he might love them already. It might be rushing, it might be just fueled by the hormones coursing through his veins, and it might be true. He's liked them for so long, and he's known them even longer, so maybe it makes sense. But he decides to keep quiet. They're going to need to talk about a lot of things, and he doesn't want to push them too far too fast, so he'll hold on to it for now, and he smiles at the thought of someday telling them.

Once Daichi thinks his head is no longer hazed over with sex and dopamine, he clears his throat and speaks. "So, uh…us. This is—it's—we're—this is real, right? The three of us?"

Kuroo and Suga sit up slightly, and Kuroo and pushes at Daichi's shoulder so he's on his back and the three of them can look at each other. Suga and Kuroo turn toward each other first, though, and Daichi can see an understanding pass through them before they lean forward and kiss above Daichi. The kiss is soft and tender, and it's the most gentle exchange Daichi has ever seen the two of them have.

Suga looks down at him and strokes a finger along Daichi's jawline. "Yeah, Dai. It's real."

"And there's—there's no more choosing?"

Kuroo shakes his head in agreement. "No more choosing."

"Good," Daichi whispers, and his heart feels like it might split open with happiness. Embarrassingly he feels tears begin to well up in his eyes, and of course they notice. They coo teasingly as they press kisses to his cheeks and chin and forehead, and he laughs obligingly, then brings his arms up to hug his two (two!) boyfriends to his chest.

Was this fic written from my inability to choose between KuroDai and DaiSuga? Yes, yes it was. Did I project my undying love for Daichi into the writing of this very self-indulgent fic? Also yes, but you know what he deserves to be cherished so there lol

This is the prompt that I struggled the most with. I couldn't come up with an idea I liked for either the Mythology or Bodyswap prompts, and I got 6.5k into a KinKage retelling of the Eros/Psyche myth before realizing I hated what I was writing and made the very brave decision to scrap it. Major kudos to my lovely fiancée who talked me through so many myths and prompts for like two hours until I finally came up with this very loose retelling lmao

Hope you enjoyed!

~Ki

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