When You Least Expect It
*chapter 8
By Sakata Ri Houjun
Warning: Standard disclaimer and reminders from previous chapters, and enough grapefruit to make an elephant pucker.
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~Life is a tragedy for those who feel and a comedy for those who think~
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Chichiri was scared.
He had lived a good portion of his life as a monk, ignoring so much because of it. It wasn't until recently that he actually became aware of how much he'd been missing out on.
Now, with Mousse's lithe body pressing down against his own and Alex adding the pressure of his bodyweight on top of that, the cerulean-haired seishi became viciously aware of how hard his heart was racing, how warm his skin seemed to get. And under the confines of his clothing, a certain part of his anatomy was also reacting.
Needless to say, scared didn't even begin to describe what he wad feeling.
Two pairs of eyes, one blue the other violet, peered down at him, unvoiced questions in their depths. The monk only grinned nervously before clearing his throat. Uh, this may not be such a good idea, no da... His voice came out in a choked squeak, which only made Chichiri flush harder.
The Amazon raised an eyebrow. Are we getting shy?
I-I'm not shy, no da, just that... He trailed off, not knowing how to put it, not sure if he even wanted to admit to it. Um, could you just get off of me, no da?
The dark-haired youth tilted his head quizzically. Alex has me pinned here pretty tight.
Chichiri shifted his gaze from Mousse to the scientist.
The blonde was having too much fun on top, and was certain that he could convince the monk to keep going. What if I don't want to, deshi? he returned playfully, wiggling again.
This time however, the motion made Mousse's thigh brush up against Chichiri's problem, and the color drained from the Amazon's face. Erm, Alex get off, please!
The gaijin blinked then at the panicky tone in the younger man's voice, his smile dying. Gomen, I didn't mean... Calmly he slid off of the dark-haired man, back onto the futons.
Mousse immediately rolled off to the side, his breathing uneven as he stared up at the ceiling. Next to him, the cerulean-haired monk laid there, trying desperately to control his body's reactions without much success, his remaining eye squeezed shut.
Alex was more concerned with Chichiri so he crawled over to where the older man lay, peering at his pained face.
The monk silted open his eye, his face still unnaturally flushed. Gomen nasai, but I... he trailed off, still at a loss for words on how to describe what had happened.
Mousse, however, was not one for tact. You...were excited...
Completely embarrassed beyond any reasoning, the cerulean-haired man rolled up on his side, curling up into a tight ball to block out this humiliation.
Alex merely grinned. Awww... He's embarrassed, deshi.
I'm not, no da, he mumbled back.
Yes you are, the Amazon argued.
The scientist inched closer, gently poking the monk in the back. You don't have to be embarrassed , deshi. I think that got all of us a little, well, you know... he trailed off, blushing.
Mousse bit his lip. That's true.
Chichiri didn't answer, but remained curled up, unable to cope with what was happening to him right at this moment.
Something tells me we need to deal with him, deshi, Alex whispered softly to Mousse.
The Amazon nodded. Okay, but how?
The scientist's expression took on more thoughtful nature before he moved to crawl in front of Chichiri's face, placing a hand on his shoulder.
The older man flinched slightly, his breathing all ragged and his blood heating with that simple touch. N-nani, no da? he asked, his voice wavering.
Mouse followed Alex's lead, taking a position behind the monk. What's wrong?
Nan demo nai, he whispered, his voice lacking conviction.
The gaijin leaned forward, resting his head against the monk's shoulder. I don't believe you, deshi.
The blonde's closeness was causing faint tremors to run though the seishi's body, not visible, but Alex could feel them. Could you, ah, leave me alone for a moment, no da?
Mousse, who hadn't touched the older man yet, looked to Alex for answers. But the gaijin was at a loss. The Amazon knew something was wrong with his friend, but also realized that leaving him alone probably wasn't the best solution. So instead, he laid down next to Chichiri. We're not going to leave your side until you spill it.
The monk inhaled slowly, realizing that they weren't going to let him be. He opened his eye fully, his gaze distant. Did you both mean what you said about...you know, getting excited earlier, no da?
Mousse reached over and placed his hand at the older man's waist, a smile playing at his lips. Yes, I did mean it.
Alex nodded against Chichiri's shoulder. I have no reason to lie, deshi. Being on top did...turn me on...I guess. He could feel his own face growing hot with those words.
And I kind of liked being sandwiched between the two of you. The Amazon snuggled up closer to Chichiri, head resting against the monk's neck.
The cerulean-haired seishi bit his lip, blinking slowly. And is either of you still...having side effects from that, no da?
Alex leaned on close to whisper hotly in the older man's ear, Maybe, deshi.
Chichiri took in a shuddering breath at that, his heart pounding fiercely now.
Mousse could feel Chichiri's rapid heartbeat and sighed. I guess it's safe to say we're all in the same boat..
Alex pulled away, smiling. There, you see? You don't have to be afraid, deshi.
I'm not afraid, just...uncertain, no da....
Mousse blinked.
The monk managed a shaky nod. I've never had my body...do this before.
Alex pulled away in shock.
I'm a monk, no da.
Behind him, Mouse was sputtering. B-but...puberty. It's normal.
No, no. Not an...er, well, you know. I mean reacting to being so close. It surprised me, no da.
Alex visibly relaxed. Surprised me too, deshi.
Me three.
But I do have a question, deshi. What are we going o do about our...problem?
The Amazon shrugged. Don't look at me.
I'd be afraid to do anything at all about it, no da.
Alex hung his head for a moment, face blushing. Oh well... He looked back up as he reached over to brush aside Chichiri's bangs and leaned forward to kiss at his cheek gently. May as well...
The monk's remaining eye widened.
We have to do something about this, don't we, deshi?
The raven-haired youth lifted his head. What are you suggesting?
Take advantage of this situation, deshi. He reached over and brushed a hand gently across the Amazon's chin. I've encountered a few...anime that might...help, deshi.
Mousse leaned into Alex's hand, his eyes closing. How might that help?
I, um, know how it works, deshi.
Chichiri blinked up at the blonde. How what works, no da?
This situation, deshi.
Not realizing fully what he was doing, Mousse reached over and snagged the back of Alex's head, tugging him in close for a kiss. The scientist was indeed shocked but gave in, wanting this as much as the Amazon, which only made the younger man bolder, running his tongue across Alex's bottom lip.
The gaijin pulled away then with a gasp, stumbling onto to Chichiri while Mousse inhaled a shuddering breath. Alex met Chichiri's gaze. Hi, Chichiri.
the monk squeaked out.
The blonde leaned in close to the older man's face, smiling. Are you lonely by yourself, deshi?
I'll take that as a yes. He leaned in close and kissed the monk gently.
Chichiri froze for a second before sliding his eye closed and moving his lips against Alex's. The gaijin used his tongue to part the cerulean-haired man's lips, deepening the kiss with a moan.
This time it was Chichiri who pulled away, but not too far. He found himself unable to meet those shining amethyst orbs as he concentrated on breathing in and out.
Mousse inched closer to the pair, peering down to read their expressions as he listened to their heavy breathing. Alex turned his eyes up to smile at the Amazon. Getting left out, deshi?
Um, maybe?
The gaijin's smile never wavered as he scooted away from Chichiri, giving Mousse some room. Seems like our monk friend could use some cheering up, deshi.
The Amazon smirked. I like how that sounds. He quickly slipped into the tight space between Chichiri and Alex, which only made the monk hunch his shoulders.
My turn, the dark-haired youth murmured before leaning in to kiss at Chichiri's cheek. Slowly he moved his lips over to the monk's, nibbling gently on his lower lip. Chichiri's lips began to tremble at this point.
Alex laughed as he crawled over the pair and nestled himself behind the seishi. Now you're becoming more aggressive, deshi. Softly he kissed Chichiri's neck.
The monk let out a breathy sigh. Uh, guys, are you sure we should be doing this, no da?
The scientist wrapped both arms around Chichiri's waist, pressing up behind him. Do you think there's something wrong with this?
I know what out bodies are saying, but we've only just met, no da. And until almost an hour ago, we weren't even certain we were attracted to guys, and now...
The gaijin buried his face in Chichiri's blue hair. Maybe we were destined to meet each other, deshi.
Mousse looks over at the blonde.
But you have to go back to Tokyo, Alex, and then I have to find a way back to my world, no da, he protested.
So are you suggesting that we ignore it all, deshi?
Mousse peered down into Chichiri's face. Can't we just go by what we feel?
Alex nibbled lightly on the monk's ear. How do you feel, Chichiri?
He broke off with a soft moan, his eye closing. I want this, no da...
Then let's not think about tomorrow, Mousse replied softly.
What are you saying, no da?
The scientist only bit down harder, rewarded with a gasp. Let's just do what we want, deshi.
W-what do we want? the monk returned breathlessly.
Mousse smiled before kissing Chichiri full on the lips, hands moving to cradle at his face. he panted once he pulled away.
Chichiri's chest rose and fell with his labored breathing, eye glazed over. Meanwhile, Alex slid his hands that had been at the monk's waist under his shirt, teasing his hot skin. And this, deshi.
The cerulean-haired man threw his head back with a sigh, which only made Mousse grin at the blonde. I think he likes it.
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Yes! Another teasing ending. I promise lime content in the next chapter. And the following. Hey, three hot guys, lots of foreplay. Ah, the endless possibilities. But who's going to be seme over whom?
