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Summary: Tic tac toe, three in a row; three sheets to the wind; three's a crowd; hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil... (But the ears cannot be closed... What if you should speak of it? What if you can't help seeing it?) What else is there to threes? There's just something about that number that's so seductive. Rin's just about to fall prey to this mystery...

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Ménage à trois

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Meridian Diamond

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P-.-.-.-.-R-.-.-.-.-L

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The following morning, Rin suspected nothing.

In fact, she suspected even less than nothing.

The silence in breakfast, however rare it might have been, was all safely disregarded by the happy teen. The only word she exchanged with her brother was an enthusiastic goodbye, and after that she hadn't even gotten a reply from him that was less brusque than a brooding grunt. He was being awfully pensive since the morning, she noticed, but had never given much thought as she was too busy fawning over what had…taken place the previous night. As evidence to that statement, her performance in school has suddenly increased dramatically, following her participation and her interaction—which before was too oppositely executed to be defined as so—with her class improved.

And, of course, she'd send a flirty look across the column to her outrageously hot seatmate.

It was a wonder how the two just clicked that day when they were bickering like one-eyed puppies fighting over the last piece of meat the day prior. A side-comment about dogs must be made as well after that night. (Rin's face heated every time Piko would care to mention about it and could only stomp on his foot.)

But not everyone was happy about last night.

A certain blonde was stirring a sinister swill of something he'd like to call payback.

"Len, you in here? I'm ho~ooome!"

"So the modest man polished his blood-stained blade…"

He could hear his own incoherent breathing, slower each time he took in the thick air.

His mind was jostling with different ambitions.

"I heard you skipped today! They kept asking me why, and gotta say, even I didn't see this coming!"

Her voice was bubbly sweet—

"He held the knife by the hilt, the blade whining beautifully at the burnishing…"

He felt like he was losing himself to a simple desire that made him plea to be given to him.

"…and paused only to find a pleasant surprise."

Rin took off her shoes and closed the front door, sighing. Was today crazy or what? She shouldn't be talking about the 8 straight hours of her droning teachers talking about God knows what. Naturally, it was her—a smile slowly crept up her face and poked at her cheeks—boyfriend. Not an hour in the day was she without him or not thinking about him: It just drove her insane how he wasn't touching her! After last night...Yes, a most memorable moment of passion. Or lust, whichever Rin preferred to say in her mind. It was all the same, really. His hands…his lips…his tongue

Warmth and hotness dissipated inside her body, and she found herself to be in one of those moods again. No, it wouldn't do her much if she would touch herself; it would never be enough to even just stall her. Then again, she'd go wild if she couldn't. Reason was absolutely to be put aside in this dominating emotion—rationality too incomprehensible would be too weak to reason with this excitement. Oh God if Piko were here…

She tried to shake the feeling off, but it was too hard. She was sick, she was twisted—she was so very horny.

Her slow steps on the treads made her ass bounce only lightly, and the feeling of the emptiness of the wet cavern inside her never felt so incommodious and blatant. How inconvenient that it would be now that she would get herself so turned on—in the absence of the only person who could satisfy her so, let alone. As enjoyable as it was to be filled up with the hot make-out session to make up for the hour without it, she could only immediately crave for more after the replenishing due to the infallible unquenchable hunger for sex.

She wondered if getting home early was worth the impatience.

The breath of cold air hitting on her skin felt incongruously like his hands running all over her body, and once more Rin felt the familiar warmth cloaking her with dazed desire that was yet to be attended to. Her imagination in itself was driving her wild with want. However she could attain the sexual satisfaction she didn't even crave for in the first place, she didn't care.

Someone just get her laid.

Len's breathing had hitched and became hoarse, the house suddenly insufficient to give him enough air to pant with. His throbbing brain was malfunctioning, tending to the needs of the perverted part of his head while it sent ostentatiously erotic images of himself and the masturbating girl together, feeding him so he could grow even hungrier. He only rarely watched or looked pornography up in the computer, but what little of what he did resurfaced in his mind, although the people involved were altered, and instead he saw himself and his sister.

The intention of ripping his pants off then and there eventually made it to his skull, however the probability of being seen could only stop him from the temptation. It was twitching

He bit his lip and tried to numb his senses by closing his eyes: He couldn't close his ears, but his feet were glued to the floor! Her moaning—her quick breathing—the noises she made—

Len inhaled, coated with cold sweat that made him feel so hot with the intense fire burning inside him. Think, Len, think! Don't give in—

It wasn't his name.

It wasn't his name.

It wasn't his name.

You're missing this opportunity!

She wasn't thinking of him—

It wasn't his name.

It wasn't his name.

It wasn't his—

So what?

Len slammed his body on the door and yielded it open.

Rin made the wrong decision when she climbed up the stairs. Or the right decision, depending on how you look at it. Either way, it was one she would never regret.

So I ran outta sexier ideas. Feel free to sue me.

I realise that nowadays I'm making a habit out of turning Rin into a masochistic whore O.O Oh well!

Slapped her like a bitch, she took it like a slut

Oh, Marianas Trench, how I love you xD So, I'm really sorry this was quite short. I mean, I LOVE LenxRin, so that's why this chapter's ALL ABOUT their lemon and I can only so much as show you half of the introductory ('cause the other half's, like, a LEMON, too.) I'm actually being the careful one here, as the maintenance has shut my other lemon—THE VERY FIRST ONE I WROTE WITH ONLY THE STORED KNOWLEDGE OF SMUTS I GOT—down for being too sexy to handle. I, informed of the probable infringement of my story, made another account in another site that actually allowed such stories and made a back-up. Remember that this is a teaser, and I'll post up the real story somewhere else. Thanks for those who've come to like this! I didn't even put the lemon up yet, but oh well! I love you, readers!