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Relon's luck has always been a mysterious phenomena. He knew this as did those close to him. Whether it be some random object falling from the sky, a wild monster appearing out of nowhere, stumbling upon an ancient civilization and its unwelcome inhabitants, finding a girl in a block of ice; its level of hecticness varied.

There was no sign, no hint, as for when such happenstance would occur. He, and any unfortunate near him, had to endure whatever struggles came their way. How he's survived all these years was a miracle in and of itself.

Still, it wasn't all bad. Nine times out of ten, yes. But there was still that one chance. It happened on rare occasions but in those moments, Relon was thankful to have such a passive talent. Just like now…

Here he was, vermilion eyes half-lidded fighting off the clutches of sleep and horniness alike.

Why? Well, he had both girlfriends currently cuddling both sides. One in particular being the boundless bundle of energy giving him affection.

Following a slightly irate March's "mild" teasing slash rant, both had turned in to find the lone hacker knocked out. Marks and kisses covering the dazed girl from head to toe. One bland look at a blushing March refusing to meet his gaze while fiddling with her index fingers told Relon everything he needed to know.

It still amused him how, even in her sleep like some kind of sensory unit, Silver Wolf instinctively felt his presence. Case in point; the knocked out girl rolling over unveiling the open space for him. Settling in, Silver Wolf comedically rolled back over claiming his right side with March cuddling his left.

Thus, this circle had rounded fully.

If it wasn't obvious how exhausted Silver Wolf had been, then March's jovial attempt at more chatter being shut down by a deep kiss from said reality-disrupter made it crystal clear. Very few things could halt the pinkette and a blunt Silver Wolf was but a few.

Gifting a peck and tender arm snaking under his shirt to rest around his abdomen, Silver Wolf settled in quickly drifting back to sleep. Only the subtle elevation and descent of her chest being any signal of the girl still alive.

Eventually stirring from her mild shock, March followed suit as the quiet silence crept on the attempts at rest. Key word being "attempts."

As he wanted to sleep, he couldn't. He identified as a male. That was very important for his current predicament. In the span of minutes, Silver Wolf had practically wrapped herself, arm and leg over him. Said leg at the moment was dangerously close to making contact with what made Relon him. Thankfully that was all she was doing to him. On the other side… lay an entirely worse issue. That being March 7th herself.

To anyone, they could make the estimated guess that she was a cuddler and they would be correct. Toys, pillows, animals, even Relon and Silver Wolf; literally anything cute drew upon such affection. That was the bubbly girl anyone would see.

What people didn't see is what currently gave Relon so much inner mayhem. She was in an open relationship with both him and the young woman knocked the hell out. Yet, she rarely got to experience the romantic side of things and thus, her romantic level with either was far less active as opposed to the two regarding one another.

In summary, during the time they would reunite, March would go from peppy cute girl anyone could become best friends with to clingy girlfriend ready to dump x-amounts of saved-up affection at a given chance.

As seen by Silver Wolf, the hacker was the unfortunate one to be dished March's I-missed-you type of love first. Aeons only knew how long she lasted before she had to call it quits. If he had to hazard a guess, Silver Wolf likely called it quits early just to get back at him for leaving her out to dry.

He, Silver Wolf, and those aboard the Astral Express truly knew not to underestimate the bundle of emotions the amnesiac held. That and March's abnormal strength was what made her such a formidable contender on the field and in the love department.

Now, to draw back to his situation once more.

March was currently cuddling him. Well-filled out body was currently pressing into him all too similarly to the unconscious hacker.

At some point in his inner monologue, her leg had placed itself just below Silver Wolf's even closer to his "bed snake." Not throwing shade or anything at the beautiful reality-screwer that was Silver Wolf but March 7th simply beat her in the development department. The very same department that was currently demolishing his inner walls and pressing against his physical one.

Now, Relon would say he had good control over his libido but that kiss Silver Wolf gave practically in a drunken stupor was for a lack of better words "appealing" to witness. He knew when that feeling in his chest, and more specifically his pants twitched, he could either…

A. Let it go and move on.

Or…

B. Do something about it.

And he oh so desperately wanted to choose A but his body was telling him to go with B.

In summary; he was aroused and his attempts at discarding the looming thoughts were growing more difficult by the second. He really didn't want to not let the dog out of its cage but it was becoming more and more apparent that unless he did something, there would soon be noise complaints aboard the Express. And given the mysterious glint in March's eyes he could make out due to the stars' luminescence through the gaps in the room's window, he could hazard a guess she still had some love-giving in reserve.

"March…"

Immediately, her glazed eyes returned to their usual color as though his very voice snapped her from a trance. Any further attempts he was preparing to get out were cut off by a grumble from Silver Wolf.

A sudden blessing from the current lustless girl? Bless!

Immediately after, she relinquished her hold on him for a pillow.

Substituted for an inanimate object… Ouch.

Wait.

Head whirling to a quick force bury itself, he could only gasp out a silent breath. Eye batting downwards it wasn't until their eyes met that his own widened as she plopped right atop his little him. A mischievous grin sported all the while.

"Mar-" Hissing a sharp breath, his eyes refocus on the pleading pink and blue eyes.

Something was rising and it wasn't the shield hero! He hated that anime forum he read the other day even more now for putting that quote in his head...

Grabbing her by the waist, he shoots up meeting the now curious visage March sports.

"You. Stop!" He pants with clear urgency. "Need. Sleep!"

In response, he was met with an unhappy pout.

Shit, he hates it when she pouts because it just makes her even cuter!

"No." She hopped on his lap with crossed arms.

Gasping to cover his mouth, his panicked eyes and her nonchalant own peer at Silver Wolf still out like a light.

"What do you mean no?!"

"Because!"

"You do realize you're playing a dangerous game, right? You're seriously gonna make my di- Mmf!"

Words cut off, he's ambushed by her soft lips meeting his own. Despite the seemingly urgent wanting behind such affection, it evaporated the moment their skin made contact.

Pulling back slowly, her eyes peer up to his cognitive blinking.

"It's not fair. You two got a lot closer while I was gone." She mumbles donning a wry smile. "It makes sense though. I'm gone now so there wasn't anyone to get in the way- Mmf!"

Narrowing, he reels her back retaking her once more. Eliciting a meek sound of surprise, it quickly melts into a hum of adoration before they break once more. It was a brisk taste of hers but enough to get the message across.

Any remaining restraint he had vanished leaving only red hues adorning both their cheeks. Now it was her turn to be taken aback as his lips crashed into her own.

"You're such a doofus, you know that?" He sighs.

"How am I the doofus?!"

"Time apart doesn't make us any less closer, March. Our bond, the three of ours, won't change just because we ourselves change. Have more faith in your boyfriend and girlfriend, March. You're no outsider. You're the girl who captured our hearts."

With a flick against her forehead, she winces about to snap regarding the cause behind such a painful move only to halt. Relon's visage wasn't that captivating look he held a moment prior but a more somber expression lacking any form of positivity. Scrunching as to why, his brows do the same. Mouth going agape, so does his. Then it dawned on her. He was mirroring her own expression.

Is that what she looked like?

Raising a hand to meet his own, they slowly intertwine. That look she held… March 7th dared not look in any mirror whenever her spirits waned for she feared what it would entail. Relon's face was his own but there was a sensation behind it. One that, whether or not her mind manifested, caused an invocation of distaste to lay atop her mouth.

She didn't like it. She didn't like this situation…

"You're the best, Relon." She mumbled just loud for him to hear as she embraced him.

Physical touch was a remedy she too shared in much like her loved ones and being within the safety of her man's touch was the cure to any distraught.

"Careful, boost my ego this much, and who knows what could happen." He chuckled to earn a roll of her eyes.

Correction. Almost any.

In the end, it seems he managed to avert a disaster while keeping his Excalibur with its sheathe. This victory was attainable only through their interactions. That much he was certain about.

But they had already gotten this far so why should they stop?

"So, you don't want to do anything? Nothing at all?" Unlike before, her slight nervousness had vanished to be replaced with an attitude of pure curiosity.

Shit, he was so close.

Eyes refocusing on the girl still straddling his lap, his mind became aware of the closeness she was exhibiting. Her pajamas earlier had been hidden by the angle of his arm but now that she was literally in front of him, his eyes instantly snapped onto the small unbuttoned section of cleavage her pink pajamas failed to hide.

"I'd be lying… if I said no." He hesitantly admitted to earn an uncomfortable amount of squirming which so happened to unconsciously massage his fun stick. "You… are making it very hard, you know." He states through a pant.

Blinking, her eyes awkwardly look down at the little space between them. If she adjusted herself just a little, she'd probably be able to see his "tent." But…

"Are… you talking about the situation itself or…?"

"Both!"

"You think I'd do all this willingly?" She mumbles in slight exasperation.

"Kinda, yeah." He didn't miss a beat and the momentary glower he received came just as quick before a sigh escaped her.

Looking as her hands raise up, he goes to interlock only for them to gingerly push him back down. Head meeting the pillow, he can only blink at the bland look she sports before an amused smile takes its place.

"Doofus." She chuckles, lowering to lay atop him.

Feeling the tender lips of March peck his neck once, his head instinctively lifts to expose more. Eliciting a giggle, a short shower of kisses pelt him.

"I'll take this as my win, teehee." The faint giggling from one March permeates the dark room.

Huh? Victory? Whose? Hers? But…

Who decided that?

An exhausted smile vanished as his blinking eyes continued in repetition.

Here he had gone to make her understand his point of view on all things. They even had a sentimental moment and everything! He allowed for this ending. If she didn't accept this end's understanding, then he would make her.

If she wanted something from him, who was he to deny his queen such?

Too lost in her celebrations, March's eyes could only grasp the room rotate. No, that wasn't quite right. She had moved.

Now she laid flat on the bed. Arms defenselessly beside her face.

"Eina." Refocusing on the stoic male arch a brow, her mind recognizes the name and her eyes shift over to the girl still sound asleep. She had forgotten just how heavy of a sleeper Silver Wolf was. "Good." He voices regaining her attention.

"Wait…"

Face heating up, she met the cool expression he sports. Eyes widening as a hand begins to slither under her shirt, a shiver exudes through her eyes.

"But she's-"

"Don't make too much noise. That was your plan only minutes ago, wasn't it? Or did you not think that far?" He offers a knowing look.

It wasn't a condescending look or anything that conjured any form of uncomfort. Rather, a nervous though exciting feeling surged to the forefronts just from it. Still, once again, her mind processed what he said faster. Her eyes were looking but her mind simply couldn't keep up.

Face shifting through one shade of red to another, she can only muster a weak nod.

"Doofus." He copied like his girlfriends before him.

As quickly as the mood shifted, it did so once again. His cool demeanor became more aloof as he carefully fell to the space in between the two young women.

"How about you fully think through something so risky next time, okay? No need to rush things."

She could only blink as her rapid heart began to slow. As it did, so too did her mind. That unbearable minute sprung had left her in a daze desperately attempting to grasp what the hell even happened.

Pulling the covers over them, his eyes close leaving a slack-jawed March to stare dumbly. Peering a single eyelid, his mouth lifts into a grin before she realizes the levels of embarrassment she's walked into.

Exploding in shame, she turns over muling out low sounds of defeat.

"It's okay." He whispers, snaking an arm around her. "Did you really want to do something with Eina sleeping right next to us?"

The momentary stillness got another chuckle out of the male. Oh, how he knew she wanted to crawl over and die from the embarrassment. Then again, the status known as horny did that to people. Once a thought entered their mind, it took an experienced will to break from it or else one could easily succumb to its corrosive temptation. So as much as he'd like to say he was just built different given his little sexual experience with Eina, he couldn't. Not out loud anyway.

Noticing the girl finally seem to turn in, their previous interaction looms around before curiosity and a portion of his libido relents. If she was fine with it, just a little touching wouldn't hurt… right?

Exhaling one final breath, March finally feels her heartbeat simmer.

"Hey…" In response, she gave a curious blink over her shoulder.

Awaiting for him to continue with what he wanted to say, but nothing comes. Instead, a hand she's all too familiar with slowly snakes under her shirt pausing to do small swirls around her belly button.

Ignoring the slightly ticklish action in favor of what was to come, she needed to only give another glance at the male before a smile graces her features.

"Couldn't hold it back, could you?" She offered with a teasing grin, scooting to feel something stiff touch her butt.

"Shut… up." He hitches, blushing evident on his cheeks.

Stopping his slow trail upwards, he pulls at her upper half until her back is against his chest. Ignoring the sultry slash mirthful grin she sports, he rests his lips on her neck which elicits a gentle hum of pleasure.

"You both did this to me." He defends only to get a soft chortle in response.

Feeling her hand guide him up, he doesn't resist nor flinch as she drops his hand tenderly on a mesh of flesh covered only by fabric.

"We take… full responsibility." She breathes out, pulling her collar exposing more of her neck.

Taking her offer, he doesn't go for it right away. Instead, he ventures upward to nibble on her earlobe. Hearing March cup herself from another mule leaking, her eyes dangerously cut to him though he doesn't stop. A weak spot learned of a few years back. And judging by her squirming legs, it was still as effective as he expected.

"Careful! If you… leave a hickey…" She muffles through a pant.

"If I do, wouldn't that just mark you as mine?"

"You..! I… Mmm…"

Relenting to his amusement, he descends instilling affectionate nibbles upon her collarbone. Hearing a subtle snap, his eyes peer open and down to another button loosened unveiling more cleavage. Like taking a mushroom from that Mario game he saw Silver Wolf play, he feels his rod slowly spike to the clear enjoyment of the female.

"Two can… play this game, mister."

"Bring it."

"Hey."

And just like that, all hormonal intensity ceased as a cold sweat overcame the both of them. Shakily turning their heads, they meet the sight expression of one bored-looking Silver Wolf.

"Oh…" Relon begins meeting her eyes.

"Crap!" March whimpers, hiding behind what of him she can.

Eyes shifting from the male to said girl, she points a single finger as a dim purple cube manifests.

"W-W-W-Whoa, Eina, we can-" Launching it past his face, the being known as March vanishes into cubes before nothing remains.

"Oh shit!" He scrambles to his feet.

Slowly sweeping her legs to hang off the side of the bed, her droopy eyes remain on the still male before a roll of her eyes follows. With a pointed thumb behind her, a portal of cubes conjures for a bundle of pink to exit rolling out onto the bed before landing onto the floor.

"Ow! My butt!"

"Ahem."

Head perking and hands ceasing their comfort of her sore spot, she looks to one Silver Wolf at the edge of their bed. One leg draped over the other with crossed arms.

"I could only fake it for so long, you know."

Eyes bucking wide for Relon to facepalm, the hacker can only smirk.

"Damn, I actually bought it too. Wait, how long were you listening for?"

"A good while. Good to know my acting skills have improved."

"In my defense, March got to me."

"I'm well aware. It's hard to repel the force that is March 7th."

"Hey! You seriously aren't-"

"Putting the blame mostly on you? As if. This horn dog made his choice."

"I can't help but admit my ego got to me towards the end." Relon sighs. "And… I'd be lying if I said I didn't not want to do something."

"Being that March hasn't gone that far, it's understandable."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!"

Droopy eyes meeting pouty pink and blue, a snap comes for the girl to vanish into another portal. Waiting a few seconds, a second snap comes as another portal drops from the ceiling overtop Relon.

Arms extending, a scream comes for the girl to land in his arms.

"We know." Silver Wolf smirks. "No kid has a rack like that out on display."

About to respond, March blinks to peer down at a moderate amount of said chest still exposed. Her descent through those portals seemed to have undone more of her top. Heat rising, her worried eyes lift to an averting Relon.

"No comment." He mumbles, lowering the girl who fixes herself.

"Too bad. You let our cute girlfriend control you in the end and now you have to deal with it."

"You say that but…" A cubic finger points at him. "I retract my incoming statement."

"How come he gets a warning?!" Stoic face meeting March's, her heart drops. "Wait! I'm sorry! No, no n-" And off she goes again.

"You hold nothing back."

"I have every right. You both were really going to get it on with me asleep."

"Technically, I was going to get some kisses, maybe a few squeezes in, and call it a night."

"You'd blueball yourself? Pfft, yeah right." She chuckles, snapping her fingers.

Bouncing off the bed with a gasp, March's cleavage elicits a jiggle before her head twitches in annoyance.

"Huh. Well that was a sudden turn-on."

"It's March. When she's needy, anything she does can do that to us." Silver Wolf comments like it's the most obvious thing. Her own words quickly make the archer's annoyance slip for her blush to elevate once more. "Pfft, I'm so not letting you two live this moment down for as long as we live. This'll be a moment to remember that's for sure."

"We could have just warped back home if we really wanted to get it on."

"And give up the alluring thought of doing it next to your other lover? How chicken can you be?"

"Wait, you just got on us about that though!" March exclaims.

"Just because I'm getting on you two about it doesn't mean I wouldn't have done the same. And to answer your question, Relon's learned the rule to not annoy me. Do so, and you get warped. Don't and your feet remain on the ground."

Lifting a finger to respond, it lowers.

"... Logic and Eina doesn't work. I completely forgot." March sighs, taking the spot next to the hacker.

"Nice of you to remember." She pats the girl's head as March leans against her shoulder.

"Can we rest now? It's somewhere in the middle of the night." Relon sighs taking a seat on the far left.

"You seriously wanna call it quits? We're all wide awake."

"And do what? Our first threesome? Yeah no, not waking up the entire Express Crew."

"Bold of you to assume you could."

"Eina, we both know if I really wanted to, I could make you both scream my name and other things in pure ecstasy. Just don't."

Gobsmacked at the bluntness, March's heated face can only look to a blinking Silver Wolf who heeds the suggestion in silence.

"Wow, he actually shut you down."

"Don't ever argue with my bloated and horny ego. No one's ever winning that argument."

"... Touché." Silver Wolf mumbles. "Another day for another time then." She dismisses warping herself to lay next to Relon.

Looking on awaiting for the last to cuddle, she doesn't.

"March?"

"Back when I first met you both and even now, you two are so in-sync it's baffling at times."

Sensing her tone shift once again, he lifts up followed by Silver Wolf. It seems his earlier assumption over ending the issue wasn't as clear and cut as he had hoped.

"What do you mean?"

"The confidence you both radiate from the other, how you talk, even the cute antics between you two." That somber smile she wore… wasn't something either liked when it appeared. "It's like… you two are so far away despite being right in front of me."

Noticing out his eye's corner a Silver Wolf's mouth quickly closing, likely the girl stopping herself from making an unconscious remark, their eyes meet for a silent nod to follow.

Hearing a few pats break the silence, March stirs from her own thoughts to the open space between them.

"Huh?"

"Stop looking so gloomy and c'mere, doofus."

"Who are you calling-"

"You! Now stop yer yappin' and get over 'ere."

"... Leave the accents to me, Eina."

"Tch, whatever. Just come here already, March."

Blinking, she dumbly nods crawling and taking her place. Further blinking as the two cuddle at each side, they grasp her hands.

"What are you two doing?"

"You know you can always stop in." Relon begins. "So why don't you?"

About to answer without a second thought like Silver Wolf a moment prior, a breath escapes. Eyes closing, both feel the subtle squeeze her hands cause. There was a slight shaking but of what?

"It feels… awkward returning to you guys…"

There was something in the way she said that that made his heart stir and judging by the scrunched face Silver Wolf sported, so had hers.

On the surface, Relon had only thought that homesickness would be an issue. Hence why he gifted March with his special key. In case anything happened, she could return to them. He processed the kind of person she was as well as the traits she sported both when with the two and without. Her ever curious and sturdy determination, however, blinded him to any other negatives regarding the situation. Specifically how dire the effects of separation was. Both the emotional and psychological side of things.

The less frequent visits, the moments the three would share being a stark contrast to their time before the Astral Express came along, he finally grasped something. There were things, both common and non, that she had to wait to experience that only Silver Wolf and himself could provide. But that yearning alone developed into hesitancy over their own relationship improving to the point it's at today.

To himself and Silver Wolf, they acted and felt like a loving trio regardless of time apart but to March…

"It's like the two closest people to me are slowly distancing themselves… It's scary."

There was a voice. An irksome, though all too familiar, voice in the back of his mind that wanted to blab about just speaking up but things weren't so simple. How could one put into words such transparency from the usual norm? It wasn't an easy thing and it took those close to grasp so much from only a few words. For an amnesiac especially, that was like a living nightmare.

"March…"

It was a ghost of a whisper. One that instilled the urge of calling out louder than a volcanic eruption while remaining as silent as a singular speck of snow descending upon the ground.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Before the matter could be pressed, an alarm blared. One exchange of looks told this topic would have to be put on

Dressed in what one would guess to be seconds, March's door snaps open to find Dan Heng already running. In tow, they rushed to the parlor car.

"What's hap-" Once again, Relon's words as do the others' own rising questions die out in an instant at the sight before them.

Swarming a space construct of sorts lies hundreds if not thousands of humanoid creatures.

"The Space Station…!" Silver was the first to gasp.

"It's under attack?!"

"By who though?"

"A force we're all too familiar with…" Welt spoke looking towards the group.

"The Antimatter Legion." Himeko answered grimly.

Once more, that irksome voice in the back of Relon's head resurfaced. Like Silver Wolf spoke of, tonight would be a night to remember…


A/N: This chapter did and didn't go how I expected. Then again, No Nut November passed so being in a group call with a bunch of victors and losers may have rubbed off a little. Anyway, next chapter gonna be a thicc one... Shit, I need help.