Hurrah for Valium 2

Shigure led Hatori towards the bed. Ayame had already stripped the sheets off, preferring a bit of extra preparation to collapsing in a wet spot. The snake himself was nowhere to be seen.

Hatori pulled out of Shigure's reach and jumped on the bed. He lay spread eagle, looking up at the ceiling with a silly looking grin. Shigure chuckled and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. Tori sat up, his singular eye wide open.

"Hey, Gure-chan, are we going to have sex now?"

Shigure smiled. Ha-san looked oddly innocent, somehow. He was a bright-eyed youngster again.

"Yes, Tori, we're going to have sex now."

"Oh, good."

The Dragon lunged forward, capturing Shigure's lips with his own, kissing him with as much enthusiasm as he had done everything since that ill-fated cup of tea. Shigure was caught off-guard by his normally passive friend's aggression and allowed the other man to push him down into the mattress. Shigure soon recovered his wits enough to hold his own against Tori's assault. Sometime in the two seconds it took for Shigure to come too, Tori had slipped his tongue into Shi's mouth, completely dominating their exchange. Shigure desperately fought him off, trying to remove Tori's tongue from the general vicinity of his tonsils.

Even as Shigure was distracted by the assault on the back of his throat, Tori was winning the overall war. His hands moving faster than they had any right to, he untied Shigure's obi and slipped his hand inside.

Shigure broke the kiss, tilting his head back as Hatori's hand roughly explored the lower regions of his body. He blinked, very confused. The angry overturned Aya pouted down at him.

"Shii-chan, Tori-kun, you started without me!"

"S-… Sorry, Aya." Shigure gasped. Tori continued his new attack on Shigure's shoulder without looking up. "Wh-… Where w…were you?"

Aya settled in next to him, casually tugging off Tori's lab coat.

"In your closet. You need more clothes. There's nothing in there but pyjamas and Tori's suits."

Shigure suddenly found himself unable to form speech more complicated than a grunt. Tori had latched viscously onto one of his nipples and was now placating the injured flesh with soft kisses and a conspicuous amount of tongue. All the while, Tori's errant hand was running rampant across his stomach, working its way down with an unbearable inevitability.

Humming softly, Aya wrapped his arms around the dragon, nuzzling his neck from behind. Hatori sat up, pulling Aya into a deep over-the-shoulder kiss. Shigure made a rather loud noise of protest and sat up himself, only to be pushed back into the mattress. Tori jumped him again, kissing even more violently than before.

It was Aya's turn to whimper, tugging on Tori's shirt. Tori obediently ripped the offending garment off, only to find himself falling prey to both the mouths of both men. Ayame claimed his lips and Shigure satisfied himself with mirroring Tori's previous torture.

"What should we do first, Aya?" Shigure mumbled, letting his tongue drag lazily over Tori's collarbone.

"I don't know, Gure." Aya mumbled, working on Tori's outstretched neck. "As long as I'm not in the middle again."

"No, of course not, Aya." Shigure whispered into Hatori's chest. "This is for Ha-san. Ha-san gets to be in the middle this time."

"Goody." Aya chuckled, dipping his tongue into the man's ear.

"Enough." Hatori growled, grabbing hold of the both of them. "'Ha-san' wants sex, and he wants it NOW."

Shigure saluted, looking perfectly serious.

"Aye aye, sir. Sex it is. How would sir like his sex?"

Aya laughed. Tori fixed the dog with a look that seriously burned most mortal men.

"Sir would like his sex fast, hard, and immediate. How many times do I have to say it?" Hatori turned his growl into a purr, reaching forward and tangling his fingers in Shigure's black hair.

"Yes, sir…" Shigure purred back, obeying the gentle push of Tori's hand.

Ayame slid quickly behind the dragon, once again latching onto the man's neck. Shigure put his hands on either side of Tori's hips, happily nuzzling the growing lump in his pants. He tilted his head back, sighing happily. Shigure quickly undid his pants with his teeth, inwardly smiling at Hatori's uncharacteristically loud moan. In completely typical Hatori fashion, however, he seemed to be wearing the most difficult-to-remove underpants in the world. Shigure had to resort to using his hands, much to Tori's temporary relief.

As Tori was exposed in his full, naked glory, his two companions set to work 'tiring him out'. With Shigure's lips and tongue roaming everywhere except where Hatori most wanted them to be, and Ayame sucking happily on his spine, Tori found himself getting less and less tired with each passing moment.

"Fuck it, Shigure!" He snapped, grabbing hold of Shigure's hair and pulling his face into proper alignment. "Do it already, please!"

Shigure smiled. He'd never gotten Hatori to ask for it before, no matter how hard he tried. He'd have to give that boy Valium more often.

With an almost casual dart of the tongue, Shigure set Hatori's whole body on fire. Aya helpfully wrapped his arms around the man, holding him down and keeping him from bucking into Shigure's face.

Shigure was half tempted to continue the torture, until a not-so-gentle tug reminded him that Tori's hand was still buried in his hair. Admitting defeat- at least for the moment- Shigure obediently drew Ha-san's leaking cock into his mouth.

Aya watched over Hatori's shoulder as Shi bobbed up and down, using all his myriad little tricks to continue the torture while obeying Hatori's all-powerful hand. Just listening to the normally silent doctor moan like a harlot was enough to get him off, and he could see it was working wonders for Shigure as well. Still, while Shigure had the consolation of being the cause of those moans, Ayame did not, and he was very nearly as frustrated as Hatori.

"It's good, isn't it Ha-san?" He whispered in the other man's ear, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin. "You like it?"

Hatori managed to shot him an are-you-fucking-crazy-of-course-I-like-it look over his shoulder. Aya smiled.

"Do you want more?" To emphasize what 'more' entailed, he snapped his hips forward, digging his erection into Tori's back.

Now, it had been more than a couple of years since Tori had last bottomed. Even before he had met Kana, it had been a rare event indeed. It was Aya on bottom seventy percent of the time, and another twenty nine percent had been Shigure. It wasn't that Hatori didn't like it, he did. It was just that, well, Aya was too much of a girl to be on top. The prettier you are, the farther down the sexual totem pole you get, and there where few prettier than Ayame. Shigure was an in-the-middle kind of guy. When he was with Tori, he'd be on all fours without a problem. When he was with Ayame, he preferred the back seat.

Because of all this, it had been more than five years since Tori had last been fucked. It had been more than seven since it had been Ayame doing the fucking.

Hatori was more than ready for a change.

When Hatori nodded eagerly, Ayame reached around his chest, pressing his fingers against his lips. The dragon drew them into his mouth and sucked happily, unwittingly matching the rhythm of Shigure's mouth around his cock.

Seeing what Aya was doing, Shigure slowed down, dragging Hatori's torment out even longer. He wanted to give Aya ample time.

Tori hissed as Aya's slender finger slipped inside him.

"Fuuuuuuck…" He gasped, letting his eyes drift closed. "I'd forgotten what that felt like."

"Yup." Shigure murmured, nuzzling Tori's member. "We definitely have to drug you more often."

Aya chuckled quietly, slowly moving his finger in and out of his friend's body. When Tori seemed relaxed again, he slipped in his second, and then a third, scissoring them open and closed. Tori resisted the urge to buck his hips, still mindful of Shigure's continued attentions. By the time the third finger made it in, he was finding this almost impossible.

"Christ, Aya! Just do it already!" He groaned, tossing his head back.

"Where did that come from, Ha-san?" Aya breathed into his ear, ignoring his command completely. "You're a Buddhist, not a Christian."

"DO IT!" he roared, finally giving into the urge and soundly bopping the back of Shigure's throat.

Shigure's cries of protest where drowned out completely, however. With no warning whatsoever, Aya snapped his hips forward and buried himself into his friend all the way up to the hilt. Hatori's hands clawed what sheets Aya had left on the bed, his face contorted with an all-too-familiar twist of pain and ecstasy. Shigure stared, content to watch his two beautiful friends writhe. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eon. Shigure could see the effort on Ayame's face as he struggled desperately not to move to soon, to wait until Hatori was ready.

With his eyes still closed, Tori slowly rolled his hips, wincing just a little. Aya shuddered, wrapping his arms even tighter around the other man's chest. Shigure scuttled out of the way, making room for the other two as Aya lowered Tori down to his hands and knees.

Shigure sat next to them, watching intently and making a deliberate effort not to automatically reach between his own legs. Aya slowly pulled out and pushed back in, his fingers digging hard into Hatori's hips.

A thought occurred to the third man.

"Hey…"

They ignored him.

"You're doing it doggy style, right? That's what they call it."

"I wouldn't know." Hatori growled through gritted teeth. "You're the one with all the porn."

"Well… Since it's called doggy style, shouldn't I somehow be involved?"

Both of them paused, turning to look at him. Shigure blinked and shrugged.

"Fine." Hatori sighed. "Get over here."

Putting on his most innocent, unassuming face, Shigure held up his hands.

"Oh, no! I couldn't possibly interrupt-"

To his mild amusement, both of them cut him off at once.

"SHIGURE! HERE! NOW!"

Shigure, grinning impishly, scooted in front of Hatori.

"Good dog." Tori murmured, leaning forward.

Aya tried to move slowly. He honestly did. Still, it had been an awful long time since he had been on top, and Tori felt so good. His body held a military coup over his mind, and he slammed back into the dragon's rear, hard enough to force Tori to unwillingly deep-throat the dog kneeling in front of him. Hatori groaned, and Shigure squeaked, but Aya couldn't very well stop now.

Ayame was quite aware that his pace was brutal. Knowing this, he hadn't expected Hatori to meet him quite so forcefully. It wasn't almost violent, as some of their other encounters had been. This wasn't 'OMG, BONDAGE!' violence, which they had indeed experimented with. This was raw and brutal and oh so unbelievably good. And all the while, Hatori, who hadn't been fucked in five years and hadn't given a blowjob in almost three, was sucking on Shigure so hard there were tears in the writer's eyes.

It escalated surprisingly fast, especially considering it had started off being pretty high up on the scale. Ayame snaked his hand around Tori's waist and grabbed his member, pumping hard to their rhythm. Tori added biting to his rather long list of what he was doing to Shigure, who retaliated by cruelly jerking his hips up into Tori's mouth, getting revenge for the insult to his own pallet which had, in all truth, been caused by Aya.

All at once, things began to unravel. Tori gagged as Shigure's cock slammed into his face at exactly the same time as Ayame's slammed into his ass. The result was that both offending members were pushed farther into his body than originally intended. Tori found himself nose-deep in Shigure's curly black hair. Aya simultaneously brushed against the spot deep inside him, sending electric shivers straight through to his loins. He came with a strangled groan, a thing made even more difficult by the cock embedded right next to his vocal chords.

Said cock felt said groan as a sudden burst of maddening vibrations, running rampant through Shigure's entire body before returning to the place where they began. Shigure moaned loudly, spilling his load straight into Hatori's stomach.

Ayame heard Shigure moan. He felt Hatori's seed spill hot and sticky over his hand. He also felt Hatori's muscles clench down on him, so unbearably tight. Still, he somehow managed to ram into the body beneath him one last time before loosing it entirely.

A few breathless moments passed. Slowly, like a building falling over, Ayame slid out of Hatori and collapsed backwards. Hatori, without Ayame to hold him up, just buckled, burying his face in the rather damp sheets. Shigure waited for a few more milliseconds before tottering over sideways.

The three of them lay there for a long while, forming some sort of demented L of pure fatigue on top of Shigure's sheets.

"Hey, Ha-san?" Ayame asked sleepily.

"Yeah, Aya?" Hatori murmured, falling into a strange kind of half-sleep.

"Are you still happy?"

"Yeah, Aya. Very."

"Oh goody." Shigure chuckled. "How 'bout another round?"

Hatori groaned.