WARNING: MAJOR, MAJOR YAOI SMUT. Do NOT read if you can't stomach male/male sex.
A/N: I know I haven't been giving you guys a lot of time to actually respond (to my smut or no smut question), but I really want to get as much of the story out before the end of the week as I'm on a break now. So… yeah, if your answer is no; turn back NOW.
For the rest of the funjoshi, have fun! (wink)
Yamato had just turned off the shower when he heard the doorbell rang. Thinking it must be Ren, he hastily wrapped a towel around his waist and dashed to open the door.
"Ren, did you forget the—" He stopped short when he realised that it was Hayato that was standing outside the door, carrying a stack of files.
"Umm. Sorry to intrude." Hayato gulped at the sight of a very wet and almost naked Yamato in front of him. "Ren asked me come over today…"
Yamato gave a small yelp as soon as he woke up from his stupor. "Ah sorry! He must have forgotten to tell me. Umm. Come in. He'll be back soon. Er, excuse me, I'll go get dressed." Yamato all but ran to the bedroom.
Hayato let himself in and closed the front door. 'Ren, you lucky sod.' He thought in his head. Yamato, as usual, was fucking hot – pun fully intended. From the very first time Hayato laid eyes on him, he had thought that the man was sex on legs. He was the reason that Hayato had decided to 'experiment' with his own gender in the first place. And just because their relationship didn't work out didn't mean that Hayato appreciated Yamato's body any less.
Ren was stalking through the corridor to the penthouse he and Yamato shared. He had not been home for a whole week. He was tired, irritated, worried and stressed out. Their plan was flawless, but the execution was tough. There were so many variables to consider. He had been in negotiations continuously for the past week. Some of the demands the clan representatives made were so outrageous that he wanted to rip their heads off there and then. Some of the demands were achievable, but still required the Oedo clan and/or the Red Lion Group to go out of their way to fulfill them. Seriously, what was wrong with the good, old way of negotiating with a briefcase full of cold hard cash? There were so many things on his mind that he felt like he was going to explode soon. Usually, he would have headed straight to Kurogawa and sparred with Shin for a few hours until his head cleared; but Shin was currently in a meeting somewhere in Hokkaido. Ren, himself, just came back from a meeting in Nagoya.
He slammed the door of his apartment behind him. "Yamato, strip. Now." He demanded in a harsh tone.
Yamato stared wide-eyed at his boyfriend for two reasons. One, because Hayato was in their apartment. Two, because he had never seen Ren acting so… brutishly. Ren had never brought his Kuroda Ren persona into the house. When Yamato was with him, he was always Kazama Ren – patient, loving and soft-spoken. Yamato didn't know how to react. It was as if he was looking at a total stranger.
"Umm Ren, Hayato is here…" He started uncertainly.
Hayato must have heard Ren coming in, because he was already striding into the living room.
'Fucking hell, I've forgotten all about Hayato.' Ren remembered belatedly. However, he was not in the mood for another long discussion about business and investment. "Leave." He growled.
Hayato had been fully intending to leave ever since he heard Ren commanding Yamato to strip, but stopped short when he caught sight of the fear in Yamato's eyes. 'Shit, this must be new.' Yamato looked absolutely terrified. Hayato knew he had to intervene. Ren looked like he was going to devour Yamato whole, and not in a good way.
"No." His voice hardened as he turned to face Ren.
"Excuse me?" Ren's tone was incredulous and threatening simultaneously.
Hayato stood his ground. "You're scaring Yamato, Ren."
"He knows that I won't hurt him." Ren replied confidently.
A small part of Yamato, indeed, knew that Ren would never hurt him; but the rest of his body was screaming 'RUN!' He knew that he didn't stand a chance to fight back at Kuroda Ren. He could only hope that Ren wouldn't do something he would regret later, like killing Hayato right this instant.
"Dammit, you bastard, look at him properly and tell me that again." Hayato snapped back.
Ren looked to Yamato for support and saw that Hayato was right. Yamato's eyes were dilating in fear, not arousal, at him. His feet were rooted to the spot, but his entire instinct showed that he wanted to run. Ren cursed himself and his infernal temper; before making to leave the apartment to cool down. He needed to put as much distance as possible between Yamato and himself now. He wondered if the Antarctica would suffice.
Nevertheless, Hayato knew that if he allowed Ren to leave right now, Ren and Yamato's relationship would be destroyed beyond repair. Ren would never forgive himself for losing control, and Yamato would never forgive himself for his moment of weakness. Ren would never find out that Yamato was not actually afraid of him; and Yamato would never find out that Ren had not meant to hurt him for a single moment.
Hayato reached out to grab Ren's retreating back. He shoved Ren into the wall forcefully and pinned him backwards; before kissing him passionately on the lips.
As predicted, Ren fought back. Hard. Hayato refused to let go, however. He knew that Ren needed to blow off steam, and he knew that Ren had wanted Yamato to fight back with his little stunt earlier. Since Yamato could not, then he would have to do it.
Yamato stared at the scene before him in shock. He couldn't believe that Hayato was trying to force Ren into submission in front of him. It wasn't that he never fought for dominance with Ren, because he always did; but the Ren he usually fought with was Kazama Ren, not Kuroda Ren the White Tiger, former Shatei and current wakagashira of the Oedo clan. He winced when he saw Ren retaliated with a punch to Hayato's face – the last time he felt Ren's hook was in high school, even before he trained with Shin; and that had already hurt like hell. Yamato didn't want to know how Kuroda Ren's hook would feel like. Hayato, on the other hand, didn't flinch the slightest. It was almost as if he was expecting it. Yamato watched in equal parts fascination and horror as Hayato responded with a punch of his own. He knew that Ren could have avoided it, but for some strange reason, he didn't. Ren took the punch right in his jaw. Hayato continued to ravage Ren's lips, his pace not faltering in the slightest.
Yamato felt a spark of understanding beginning to form in his head as he watched Ren and Hayato continue to fight tooth and nail. Kazama Ren and Kuroda Ren was the same person. Neither of the two personas would hurt him; just like Ren was fighting Hayato as Kazama Ren, not Kuroda Ren, because he would never seriously injure Hayato. All Ren wanted from him was raw passion – the lust, the defiance and the anger.
Hayato felt a sigh of relief when he saw the comprehension rising in Yamato's eyes. He knew that Ren was going easy on him, but he hadn't been fighting since high school! His entire body was screaming in protest from the battering that it was currently subjected to. He violently pushed Ren's body onto his left, so that Yamato would be in his direct line of sight.
Ren's eyes connected with Yamato for a split second. All their emotions began exchanging rapidly. Fear. Guilt. Panic. Remorse. Anger. Pain. Forgiveness. And lastly, Ren's eyes sought out Yamato's permission.
Yamato hesitated at Ren's silent question. Ren was asking for permission to kiss Hayato back. They had never involved an outsider before. But Yamato also knew that he wasn't ready to fight Ren like Hayato was currently doing, despite the knowledge that Ren would never hurt him. He simply couldn't. At least not yet.
He nodded his consent. It helped that Hayato was not the type to get emotionally involved just from sex; because Yamato would never tolerate anyone else staking a claim on Ren. Luckily, Hayato was the shag-em-and-lose-em type. A small part of his brain wondered if he should ever let Yankumi know that her 'fantasy' had come true.
This time, he was absolutely enraptured as he watched Ren returned the favour to Hayato. Ren mashed his lips to Hayato with bruising force, kissing him back fervently. Their kiss was rough, brutal and ferocious; sparing no gentleness whatsoever. It was like watching two predators fight in the wild. Anyone else would have been moaning and groaning at the intense pleasure they were sharing; but instead they were growling and snarling menacingly, trying to get the other to back down.
Ren shove his tongue ungracefully into Hayato's mouth, to which the other man retaliated by biting on his tongue. Ren, however, was no stranger to pain. He persisted as their tongues fought for dominance, their saliva mixing with the metallic taste of blood. When the bleeding got too much, Ren pulled back and spat the blood out onto the floor. Hayato took the opportunity to bite down on Ren's neck, almost hard enough to draw blood.
Ren roared and returned the attack. He bit down on Hayato's ear, resulting with an angry snarl at the pain. For a long time they remained that way, interspacing the painful biting with fierce kissing every now and then. Both their shirts had been ripped off by this time, and their chests were littered with bite marks and bruises. Ren was quite sure that there were scratch lines all along their backs as well. Both of them were definitely going to wake up tomorrow morning black and blue.
He attacked Hayato's nipple with renewed fervour when the man had the gist to pull his hair. Hayato did not have time to stop himself before his hips bucked forward instinctively. Ren gave a victorious smirk. Hayato had given the first sign of submission.
Hayato, however, had no intention of giving up the battle for dominance now; even though he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. It was not in his nature to go down without a fight, and therefore he would persevere to the last second.
Ren pushed forward with the slight advantage he now held. He reached to grab Hayato's arse through the material of his slacks, but his hand was forcefully slapped away by its owner. Not willing to give up, he planted his hands right at the edge of Hayato's slacks, digging his nails into the covered flesh underneath it. Hayato tried to remove his hands again, but this time Ren reacted by pinning his hand to the wall. He shoved his free hand down Hayato's pants and grabbed his arse cheek roughly. Once again, Hayato bucked forward involuntarily at the touch. His tangled hand tugged at Ren's hair painfully for one last time, before relaxing completely and falling to his side.
Hayato had submitted.
Yamato was watching the aggressive display before him with bated breath. Both of them looked absolutely erotic as they battled for dominance. He had to give it to Hayato though, the man put up a strong fight. He saw that Ren had to gradually allow more of Kuroda Ren to surface in order to subdue Hayato. Yamato knew it was ending soon once he saw Ren drawing out the big guns. Kuroda Ren never lost. True enough, the next moment, he saw Hayato's body relaxed and submitted to Ren.
Yamato wondered if he would be allowed to join them. He was painfully hard by now. It was as if their passion had permeated into their surroundings. Throughout their battle, there was an electrical charge in the air every time the power balance shifted between them. It was incredibly arousing to say the least.
Ren turned to look at him. 'Come. Join us.' He invited silently. Yamato was more than happy to comply.
Both Ren and Hayato were exhausted; but Yamato, on the other hand, had just gotten started. Quickly and deftly he undressed both of them, tossing their expensive tailored slacks unceremoniously to the side. He kissed Ren gently on the lips, followed by Hayato. He knew that their lips were probably tender right now after all the savage kisses they had exchanged. He caressed their bodies lightly as he allowed them to rest and catch their breaths. He shivered at the number of marks littered across Ren's chest, before leaning forward to lick one of them tentatively.
Hayato watched Yamato tending to Ren's chest captivatedly. Yamato was now licking all the marks that he had made on Ren earlier. The thought of their saliva overlapping on Ren's muscled chest was so arousing that it felt almost surreal. Hayato wondered who would be the last submissive. He knew that just because Yamato didn't fight just now didn't mean that he submitted easily. In fact, it was less than easy as far as he remembered. He had always wondered who was the dominant and who was the submissive in Ren and Yamato's relationship. It looked like he was about to find out.
Yamato's attention was still fixed on Ren. For a moment, Hayato felt like a third wheel; before realising that he was, in fact, a third wheel. It didn't bother him emotionally though; all he cared about was getting some action, preferably before sometime next week. He crawled over to Yamato and began undressing the man, all the while watching Ren carefully out of the corner of his eyes to make sure that he wasn't crossing any borders with his actions. Ren simply laid back and watched, so Hayato proceeded with his mission.
Yamato knew that he was neglecting Hayato, but he simply couldn't pull himself away from Ren. Not before he had finished worshiping the god-incarnate among mankind. He was relieved when Hayato finally stopped waiting and approached them himself. If the man had continued to wait for Yamato to be done, he would be waiting until tomorrow at the very least, if not forever.
Ren watched as Hayato undressed Yamato slowly, admiring the lithe body. Ren privately agreed with Hayato's assessment. Yamato was sexiness personified. He recalled all the times he had jerked off to the image of Yamato's half-naked body when the latter was in America. He didn't even need to imagine what he would do to the man, or what the man would do to him. Just the mental picture of Yamato's body was enough to send him over the edge. He saw Hayato wavering sightly, uncertain of his position in the spontaneous threesome. Ren was pleased that Hayato did not simply assume that Yamato would be a submissive. He would have been infuriated if anyone had dared to judge Yamato like that. He had promised Yamato that they would be equals; and Ren never allowed himself to forget it for a single second for the past 5 years. Even earlier today, he only made that demand because he honestly thought that Yamato would fight back.
Ren took pity on Hayato. He reached out a hand and grabbed Yamato's ass, resulting in a loud moan. He ghosted a finger over Yamato's quivering pucker, but made no move to touch it. He pulled his hand back.
Hayato got the message loud and clear. Yamato will be submitting. He wasn't sure if it meant to him or to Ren, but it didn't matter for now. He enthusiastically inserted a finger into Yamato's tight hole just as Yamato took Ren's cock into his mouth.
Yamato froze slightly when he felt the breach to his entrance, but he knew that Ren had given his consent, so he tried to relax into the preparation. He turned his attention back to the delicious cock in his mouth. Ren's length was rock hard. 'Who wouldn't be,' Yamato thought privately, 'after that mind-blowing prelude?' He let loose an inadvertent moan when Hayato's slim fingers brushed against his prostate. He fought against the urge to thrust back into Hayato's fingers. It would not do to desire another man's touch other than Ren.
Yamato's moan send the vibrations from around Ren's cock straight to the tip of his spine. He hissed in pleasure. He was additionally thrilled to see that Yamato was trying not to react to Hayato's stimulation. He knew that Yamato wanted him and him alone. But since Hayato was here today, Ren thought that they might as well made the most out of it. He pulled his cock out of Yamato's mouth, secretly lamenting the loss; but stayed focused on what he was trying to achieve. He looked straight into Yamato's eyes to send a silent instruction.
Yamato's eyes widened at the revelation. Ren wanted Hayato in the middle. Not that Yamato was terribly opposed to the idea, merely taken by surprise. With Hayato wedged in the middle, it effectively meant that both of them will be having sex with another person; which was an unprecedented move. But he guessed that Ren wanted to make the most out of the situation. It was the businessman's way of thinking – to tap every possible benefit from a given situation.
Ren pulled Yamato and Hayato up. He didn't mind the living room floor, but he knew that it would be very uncomfortable for Yamato. So he dragged them into the bedroom and deposited both of them onto the bed. He didn't join them, however, opting instead to stand back and watch.
Hayato panicked slightly when he felt Ren yanking his fingers out of Yamato's tight passageway and onto his feet, but then relaxed when he saw that he was leading them to the bedroom. He realised that it probably meant that Yamato will be the ultimate bottom, because he knew that Ren wouldn't have cared less whether he was comfortable or not. His heart skipped a beat in anticipation. They were going to make a Hayato sandwich!
Yamato felt a wave of gratitude when he felt the soft comforter sinking underneath him. It was the little gestures like this that showed that Ren truly cared for him. He saw that Ren was waiting, so he snapped into action. After all, Ren had given him a very good show earlier on, it was only fair that he returned the favour. He pulled Hayato on top him, but in a 69 position. Without any delay, both of them took each other into their mouths. The resounding moan was simultaneous. Yamato's moan sent a jolt of pleasure to Hayato's cock, while Hayato's moan did the same to Yamato's cock; forcing out another moan and so on. Both of them were lost in mutual pleasure until Yamato felt a bottle pressed into his hand. He opened his eyes and saw that Ren had handed him the lube.
Fighting off the distracting pleasure on his cock and the feeling of Hayato's hard cock still in his mouth, he reached upwards and began to prepare Hayato.
Hayato mewled in pure pleasure as every part of his body became occupied. The sensation was absolutely sinful. Both his mouth and arse were being filled by Yamato's cock and fingers respectively, while his own cock and fingers were buried deep down Yamato's throat and arsehole. Hayato knew that he would be jerking off to this memory for a long, long time.
Ren watched them in satisfaction. He knew from experience that the position was incredibly pleasurable, but then when he and Yamato did it, one of them did not have to be prepared. He wondered if there was any difference. He would have to ask Yamato to try it out again in the future.
Hayato and Yamato prepared each other diligently, all the while revelling in the hot, slippery warmth surrounding their cocks. It was all they could do not to buck their hips into the inviting cavern. They both hoped that Ren would join them soon.
Ren did not think that he could get any more aroused, but he was proven wrong. The picture of Hayato and Yamato both curling in submission, controlling their urges for him; was so sensual that Ren almost came at the sight.
He waited until both of them were trembling with need before climbing on the bed. In an instant, they jumped apart and assumed their respective positions. Yamato rolled onto his front and raised his hips, and Hayato entered him with one swift thrust. They both stayed still, however, waiting for Ren to complete the picture.
Ren relished at the sight of their eagerness. He pushed his engorged cock into Hayato's waiting hole. He moaned at the tightness of Hayato's ass. Yamato must have prepared Hayato to be tighter than usual for him; and with his increased arousal, it felt like Hayato's asshole was squeezing his cock to an inch of his life.
Hayato felt his asshole burn at the intrusion. Either Yamato had deliberately underprepared him, or Ren was more aroused than usual. Or maybe both. It was a delicious burn however. He was thankful that Ren allowed him time to adjust.
Yamato was smirking into the bed. He had, indeed, prepared Hayato less than he should have. Ren always prepared him thoroughly when he bottomed, despite his protests; not wanting to cause him any amount of pain. Therefore, Yamato thought that Ren deserved a special treat with Hayato. Plus, it wasn't as if Hayato wasn't already hurting everywhere else after that violent 'scuffle' with Ren earlier.
After a few seconds, Yamato wiggled his bum slightly, testing the waters. Hayato groaned, the pain disappearing instantly from his mind. He began to thrust gently into Yamato, drawing a gasp from Ren behind him. Soon, he felt Ren, too, thrusting into him. Hayato almost fainted from the double dose of pleasure. The harder he bucked against Ren, the harder he was thrusting into Yamato. It was an infinite loop, similar to the experience he had with Yamato just now, only a hundred million times better.
Yamato could feel both Hayato and Ren thrusting into him repeatedly, until they managed to acquire the same rhythm and began to thrust as one. Yamato screamed in pleasure. Hayato and Ren were fucking him so deep that he could almost taste it in his throat. The combined force of their pounding was driving Hayato's cock into hitting nerves within him that he had never even knew existed. His entire body felt like it was on fire from the intense stimulation.
At the same time, Yamato's pleasured screams were doing unspeakable things to Ren's libido. He thrust into Hayato even harder, both from the incredible arousal and the mounting desire to pleasure Yamato more. Hayato's tight passageway was unrelenting, almost as if it was trying to swallow Ren whole. Ren pulled himself all the way back before slamming into Hayato with amazing force, eliciting a shout from both men underneath him.
Yamato was begging now. "More, please. Hayato, Ren. More!" He was desperate for release. "I want to cum just from both of you fucking me."
Both men were more than happy to fulfil his desire. This time, when Hayato felt Ren pulling back, he pulled back from Yamato as well; and then slammed into Yamato at the same time as Ren slammed into him.
Yamato's eyes rolled back in pleasure. His scream turned into a babble of obscene, incoherent, begging noises. Both men groaned simultaneously at the erotic picture that Yamato presented. They slammed into him over and over again, now at an unrestrained pace. All of them were so close that they can practically taste the sexual tension in the air. Nothing else mattered now other than achieving their own releases.
Ren's hoarse whisper of "Cum for us, Yamato" finally sent Yamato spiralling over the edge, just as he yelled "Ren!" and spilled his seed all over the bed. The contraction in his stomach inadvertently caused the walls in his ass to clamp down on Hayato's cock mercilessly, which in turned sent the man in the middle to his release. Ren had known that it was coming; but even then, no warning in the world could have prepared him for the almost-lethal contraction of the already-tight channel around his cock. He came with a loud cry as Hayato's ass milked out every bit of cum from his cock.
All of them slumped on top of each other in exhaustion as they rode out the remaining shocks of pleasure. Ren could feel all three heartbeats thumping loudly from the exertion. As soon as he was able to regain some semblance of consciousness, he pulled out his spent cock from Hayato and rolled over. Hayato, too, gently removed himself from Yamato and got off the bed. He knew that he was no longer welcome, at least not in bed.
Ren pulled the boneless Yamato into his embrace. He looked at Hayato. "Take the couch. Business tomorrow."
Hayato nodded gratefully. He didn't think he could make it home in his current condition. He didn't even bother to clean his cock or the cum in his ass, only barely managing to stagger onto the couch and immediately fell into an unconscious sleep.
