A/N: This has been written for Kinktober 2021 and today's prompt is Double Penetration (2 Holes) ✨ Due to the nature of this challenge, I've only done the most cursory of proofreads ✌️
Content Warnings: N/A
Konan and Yahiko have never allowed him to feel unloved.
Over the years, they've taught each other what a family feels like. Nagato hates to think of what his life might be if they'd never found him. There's nothing they wouldn't do for each other, nothing he wouldn't do for them, it's not the type of bond he ever expected to share after his parents died.
Still, sometimes he watches the two of them, curled into each other, exchanging soft, idle touches, and feels a little like he's on the outside looking in. He'd never begrudge his friends their love but sometimes, it does make him feel a little melancholy. It's not that he's not in love, or that he thinks he never will be, quite the opposite. He is in love, twice over, in fact. It's just that his love is reciprocated in all ways but one. All in all, he can't bring himself to get too upset about it. There are no two people he'd rather feel for, even if the love he gets back isn't quite the same as the love he gives.
The three of them share a small studio on the fringes of downtown. It's modest, but the neighbourhood is decent and the rent is just affordable enough, between the three of them. With anyone else, it might feel cramped and tense, but they've become so used to sharing space over the years it's never been much of an issue. Nagato makes a point of getting out of the apartment a few nights a week so his friends have time to themselves. He doesn't ever want to feel as though he might be a burden to them.
That's why, when he comes home on a Sunday night and finds them set up as though this is one of their usual date nights, he feels a little thrown. They've got the lights low, ambient, soft music playing in the background, and they've actually gone to the trouble of setting their coffee table to be eaten at (they'd never gotten around to getting a proper dining table, preferring to just lay out cushions and use the coffee table the same). Surely, he thinks, surely if they'd switched nights they'd have mentioned it? He's always been happy to accommodate their space. He apologizes, ready to turn around and head back out the door when Yahiko jumps up to stop him.
"Don't worry about it." He smiles, slinging an arm around his shoulders to give him a friendly shake. "We were waiting for you to get home, come on, man." That's about the moment he notices a third spot set at their small living room table. Yahiko pulls him over so they can seat themselves and while he's still a little confused, he can't help the warmth which spreads through his chest at their delight to see him. "Is it- have I forgotten something? Did something happen?" Yahiko is fond of celebrating anniversaries no one else thinks of, Konan has been waiting on news of a possible exhibit of her work, perhaps it's one of those.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." She smiles. "We just thought it would be nice."
"We got your favourite!" Yahiko adds. Konan rolls her eyes, his tone is overeager and Nagato gets the distinct impression that he's missing something.
"You didn't have to do that." He insists, helpless to stop the smile which tugs at his lips as they all get to dishing out their food from various take-out containers.
The meal is good, the company is familiar, but there's a strangeness that lingers over their conversation the whole time. There's something about the way they're behaving which feels pointed. It embarrasses him for reasons he can't quite parse. It's not entirely out of nowhere, though. They've been a little strange for a while, now. More affectionate, overly accommodating. Always insisting he doesn't have to leave the apartment when he tries to give them some space. He's been assuming they just feel a bit bad, the shift in their relationship is relatively new, he'd thought the adjustment of spending less time all together must be strange for them, too. Is that what this is, he wonders? Misguided guilt? An attempt to include him, even where it's likely easier for everyone that he not be?
"I really appreciate this." He does his best not to sound ungrateful. "But you guys really didn't have to do that, you know?" Yahiko looks a little crestfallen, Konan looks amused. "Not that it wasn't nice! It was, guys, it really was. But- you just don't have to feel bad, you know? It's okay. I'm not- it doesn't bother me that you guys need some time to yourselves. It makes sense. You don't have to-it's okay not to include me. You're not supposed to include me." He laughs a little, tries not to speak too quickly but the looks on their faces make him feel as though he's just said the wrong thing and continued on digging.
"That's not what we were trying to do!" Yahiko's despair is dramatic, even for him, and Nagato does laugh a little, at that.
"It really wasn't." Konan's voice comes from closer than he expected and when he turns his head to face her she presses her lips to his before he has a chance to process what's happening. Her lips are soft and he can't think much past that until her tongue traces the seam of his own then he rears back.
"I'm- but why-" It's Yahiko whose voice surprises him, then, hot on the back of his neck and it feels like deja-vu when he swings to face him and Yahiko is swallowing his questions before he can speak them.
"Sorry to surprise you like this." He can feel Konan's grin against the skin of his neck as she speaks. "We've been trying to get you to realize it forever." Yahiko pulls back with an amused smile.
"We figured it was time for the direct approach."
Closed eyes and soft touches are enough to remind him whose breath he's sharing, whose body he's learning. The questions which overwhelmed his mind have been quieted by the knowledge that these are the people he knows better than he knows himself, and vice versa. Answers will come without needing to be spoken.
When Konan crawls into his lap Nagato's mouth still feels numb and swollen, warm from the stretch of Yahiko's cock. She'd stroked him throughout, murmured to him softly about how good he was doing, about how much they'd both wanted this, hoped he'd want them in return. Now, she gives no warning before wrapping her arms around him and sinking down with a soft sigh as he pants into her neck. He finds reprieve, there, for just a moment, then Yahiko is there, behind her, tipping his chin up so he can bite at his lips and tell him how good they look together, half-joke about how their next apartment purchase is going to have to be a mirror so he can see for himself if the three of them look just as good. Nagato doesn't need to wonder.
He's lost enough in the sensation of Konan's body against and around his that he doesn't realize what Yahiko is fiddling with until he presses up close behind her and her hips go still as Nagato feels a slow, sliding shift in the pressure of her around him before warm skin brushes the base of him and he understands. Konan falls back with a sigh and a shiver, into Yahiko's chest. When the start to move, awkwardly searching for a rhythm, she cries out in a way he's never heard before, a way he'd desperately like to hear more of, and reaches out, one hand dragging him forward against her chest, the other reaching up to curl tight at the back of Yahiko's head. They find a tempo, soon, slower than before and agonizing in its pleasure.
It's easy, like this, to lose track of things. Of time, of touch, whose mouth is on his, whose hands are on him, whose skin is under his own, whose voice rings in his ears. It feels exactly as it should, exactly as he's always craved and never known, like they're one being. Brought together by love, both figurative and, now, physical. When he comes his hands clench tight over both of them, body rigid with pleasure as they soothe him through it. He moves to pull away but Konan stops him, leg tight around his waist. "Wait," she breathes, "Stay with us." He does, reaching down to match their rhythm as he rubs at her oversensitive clit. The painful overstimulation is a small price to pay to feel the way she shakes apart moments later, Yahiko following close behind.
They lay together in a heap of sweaty skin and heavy breath, all aware they've made a fine mess of themselves but none quite willing to break from the bubble, just yet.
Eventually, though, they force themselves to clean up. Some distant part of Nagato waits for the spell to break, but it never does. They shower, strip the sheets from the bed, put away the food, and the heavy warmth of belonging never lifts. When they fall into bed together to sleep, there's no questions or awkwardness, it simply feels right.
A/N: I know just yesterday I said I needed to stop writing these in the evening because I cut it way too close but in reality, I've learned nothing, as I'm here, doing it again. I'm not particularly happy with this one. I realized about halfway through that I actually have a lot of feelings about this pairing and there was just no way I was going to do them justice in a porny speed-write, I definitely lost some steam, after that. Sorry!
I'll be continuing on with a different pairing from Naruto every day of October. Feel free to say hello in the comments or on tumblr at BitchBot3000 (my fic blog) or GaySasukke (my questionable Naruto sideblog) ✌️