This is a chapter where they discuss 'things' and have a hugfest and thus my editing of this chapter wasn't superb. I have such a hard time reading my own work, especially when I start getting to the embarrassing stuff (so don't expect amazing smut) because the last serious fanfiction I worked on was Warriors which is a children's book series about wild cats. So if the boykissing or any kissing in general isn't exactly amazing, please forgive me.

Anise: That totally made me wondering about if some asked me to be in a threesome...and I realized I'd probably laugh and then run as far away as possible. What about the rest of you?

Disclaimer; Really? I own the plot of this fic and thats hardly something to make money off of. Other than that these darlings belong to Konomi.

Oishi wished he had a cigarette, which was strange because he didn't smoke. It just meant he was extremely desperate for a reason not to go into the house with Tezuka and Fuji. So instead he stood there, staring at the door, even as Fuji brushed past him and opened the it. Even with the door wide open, he still stood. Flight instincts still not kicking in as he tried to figure out what was going on, and try and make the situation seem normal.

I need to leave and think about this. Its too much right now.

He could go to Eiji's house and crash there. Maybe yell at him too, since he was pretty sure this was what Eiji had been talking about. There was just no way he could stay in the house with those two right now. It would be way too awkward, for him at least. Both of his friends seemed way too calm about this, and it made him wonder just how long they'd been thinking about it.

With a slight shudder, Oishi turned away from the door, about the grab his phone from his pocket. Only to realize that Tezuka was blocking his way. Gulping slightly, he lowered his eyes as he tried to step around his friend.

"Oishi we're going to talk about this." Tezuka was completely serious as he moved again to block Oishi. "Go inside."

"Ano, I really don't think that is a good idea." Oishi took a step back, only to have Tezuka take a step forward. "I mean it really is strange. I mean, its flattering - or wait..umm...I need to think about this. So I was going to just go for a while and..."

He didn't realize what had happened until Tezuka had closed and locked the door. Groaning he turned and saw Fuji sitting patiently on the couch, three cups of tea sitting on the coffee table, still steaming.

"Come sit here, Oishi." Fuji smiled pleasantly as he patted the seat beside him.

Automatically Oishi walked over, tense and alert. He was sure why he was so scared. Neither Tezuka nor Fuji (okay maybe a little bit) seemed like they would jump him. And he suppose he owed them enough to hear them out. Even if it was something like...this. Whatever this was.

Tezuka sat on his other side, giving Oishi that trapped feeling again. Fuji seemed content at just looking at him (with his eyes closed, Oishi's eyebrow twitched again) while Tezuka was taking a sip of his tea, and seemed lost in thought. It continued like that for at least another minute...a very long, agonizing minute. Oishi was looking at his hands, trying very hard not to pick at his nails or something else that would show just how nervous he was about this.

"So," Oishi said slowly, and quietly. He could feel his shoulders tense even more as Tezuka looked over at him and Fuji seemed to lean in expectantly. "What is this..this thing exactly?"

"We want you to be with us." Fuji said immediately, clasping his hands together and opening his eyes to pin his serious gaze on Oishi.

"You mean...?" Oishi made the mistake of looking up and only to look back down at his hands. "Like that."

Oishi took a deep breath and tried to process what he was being told. His best friends, both of them wanted him to be part of their...relationship. He blushed brightly, the thought of all three of them together was incredibly interesting. But not something he would want to be apart of, at least that was what he was determined to tell himself.

"There is no chance this isn't a really bad joke." Oishi sighed, closing his eyes.

"Oishi, we would never joke about something so serious." Fuji frowned and placed a hand on Oishi's knee. "You are too important for us to play with your feelings like that."

"Ah." Oishi breathed out, resisting the urge to move away from Fuji. What Fuji had said was true, Tezuka would never joke about something like this and Fuji would never joke about something Tezuka didn't like. Not something like this. "But still..."

"Relax, Oishi." Tezuka put a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles that made Oishi's skin have the tingly, uncomfortable feeling again. "You don't have to decide now, just think about it."

"Thats right." Fuji was smiling cheerfully once more. "The thought of dating us can't be too scary."

"D-dating, both of you..." Oishi said as if it had first occurred to him. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind dating either of you --" That was completely awkward, and Oishi could feel his face burning. "because you know me so well, but really, dating both of you is just..Well it isn't exactly normal." He stopped, and then continued, hoping that he was just imagining Fuji's hand moving to rest on his thigh. "And you two are already together, and really in love, and I don't want to mess it up. And I'd probably just ruin everything --."

Tezuka put a finger to his lips and Oishi raised his head, surprised. His gaze was kind, and understanding, yet determined all together. He'd never seen Tezuka look at anyone like that, no one except Fuji. Tezuka really did want this, it wasn't something Fuji had pushed him into, or he thought was for Oishi's own good.

"I think..."Oishi took a deep breath and look forward. He folded his hands on his lap, squeezing them as he said. "I will think about it, because that is only fair." He sounded so much more confident than he felt.

"Ne, Oishi really is cute." Fuji suddenly ruffled his hair stopping only to slowly ran his fingers through Oishi's hair. "Hmm, you take really good care of you're hair Oishi. It's really nice."

"Eh? What.." Oishi was totally caught off guard by the question. He blinked, adorably confused at Fuji. Then the phone rang, and he suddenly realize he had a reason to get out of here. "Ah! I'll get that."

"Tezuka, do you mind getting that?" Fuji said, his hand stopped moving through Oishi's hair, and simply lay there, as Fuji now looked toward Tezuka. "I think I left the phone in the kitchen."

Tezuka looked at Fuji suspiciously for a second, raising his eyebrow. The phone rang again and he sighed and got up, brushing his hand across Oishi's arm as he did. Oishi stared after him, a bad feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach as Tezuka left. He could almost see the danger signals in his mind.

"Well then." Oishi turned his head to look at Fuji and saw that his eyes were open, though narrow. A predatory grin spread across his face instead of the kind one he'd worn just a few seconds ago. "Has anyone told you how lovely you're eyes are? I feel like I can tell every emotion you are feeling right now."

Can you tell I'm scared out of my mind? Oishi almost asked. His eyes blinked shut as Fuji's hand moved from his head to ghost across his eyelashes gently. He the hand cup his cheek and refused to open his eyes, trying to drop his head, but Fuji held him in place.

"And you're lips." As soon as Oishi opened his eyes, they snapped shut once again as Fuji's lips descended on his.

Fuji's lips were incredibly soft and gentle. Oishi would be lying if he'd never wondered how they'd feel, but having the experience was making him feel strange. It felt good but he could help but think 'I'm kissing Tezuka's boyfriend, I'm kissing my best friend's boyfriend.'. It wasn't until Fuji's tongue ran across his lips, trying to part them gently that he suddenly tried to push him off.

Fuji moved away slowly, licking his lips, blue eyes satisfied and yet still wanting. Oishi could help but move away slightly, not putting it past Fuji to try again.

"Hmm, Tezuka will be upset." Oishi almost rolled his eyes as he thought; I wonder why. But even he couldn't ignore the pleasurable way his lips were tingling, and couldn't resist running his tongue along his bottom lip slowly, before realizing just how wrong that could look. "He said he wanted to be first, na, Tezuka?"

"Hn." Tezuka stood behind the couch, looking somewhat disgruntled. But Oishi could see the faint blush that spread across his cheeks. Then suddenly he leaned over and said. "I suppose I'll just have to steal it back."

Fuji met Tezuka's lips hungrily and Oishi looked away, his face heating up. Even after hearing what both of his friends wanted, it was still so uncomfortable to see them together. Both his friends were beautiful and you would have to be asexual not be turned on at least a little by such a display.

Suddenly he rose, realizing that now would be a good time to leave. He would be able to think about this, and maybe call Eiji and still yell at him. Then maybe he'd call the Principle of the school and ask to be an after school tutor - just so he'd have some more time. Because it would be strange thinking about if here, there were too many influences.

"I think you should try for yourself, Tezuka."

Oishi froze, but didn't turn around, he refused to turn around because he knew...

He felt a hand on his shoulder, gently turning him around to face them. Tezuka was looking at him intently, trying to catch his eyes with Oishi's. But Oishi couldn't look at Tezuka, because he knew what was going to happen. He knew it would signify the end to the friendship they'd built up for such a long time and become something completely different. Tezuka's other hand lifted his chin and he couldn't help but lock eyes with him.

Oishi felt calm all of a sudden. Tezuka's approach was a lot...softer than Fuji's. Because once this happened, there would be no turning back. Both kisses would be firmly imprinted in his thoughts. But even so, he couldn't pull away as Tezuka leaned down, pressing his lips gently to Oishi's, waiting for a second before pressing harder.

Oishi immediately felt light-headed as Tezuka pushed his tongue into his mouth. He grabbed the arm that was holding his shoulder, almost pushing it away, before letting go in defeat. He could feel any normal brain function fade away, even as he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind. Fuji...Tezuka... He felt Fuji nuzzling the back of his neck gently, lips brushing against the sensitive skin lightly enough to make him shiver.

Oishi couldn't move as Tezuka pulled away and looked at him with a slight smile. Oishi stood almost frozen as Tezuka moved foreward to embrace both him and Fuji, resting his chin on Oishi's shoulder. The feeling of two bodies pressed flush against him was an alien feeling. But he did not struggle but instead seemed to be looking into empty space somewhere past Tezuka.

"This is good, isn't it?"

Oishi wasn't even sure who asked as he suddenly blinked and realised his position. and gently pushed Tezuka back and broke away from Fuji. He turned and looked at both of them, breathing deeply, eyes wide. Neither of them moved toward him, they were waiting for him.

I can't...give them an answer...not now.

Oishi nodded a silent good night and went back to his room.

Oishi's kind of in shock right now, but next chapter he is going to take it all out on Eiji, so don't worry you're little brains. As much as I'd love Oishi to be gung-ho about the whole thing, there has to be sufficient angst or else this fanfiction is nothing but cracked-out lulz. And yes, he does grow a back-bone by the end of the story...I couldn't torture him for that long.

Read & Review, pls!

Love, Tabis