Envy

By ShiniNeko

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Title: Content
Author: ShiniNeko
Type: Ficlet, sequel to Envy
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Yoru/Ran/Matsuri
Summary: Matsuri gets his wish to be with Sora/Yoru and Sunao/Ran.

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It had been two days since he'd talked to either of them. Two days since he'd seen them face to face and actually bothered to say anything they would listen to. Perhaps he had been-- no. He knew he'd been avoiding them. All because he didn't want to know what they had to say to what he had said at their impromptu meeting after school that he'd walked away from.

Even so... He hadn't stopped getting up in the middle of the night to wander to their room, where he knew they were busy doing something other than sleeping. Even with the frown settled on his face, he would listen to the soft cries from his freinds' other halves, eyes closed to envision what they were doing. The loose nightshirts only served to hide what he left with.

Perhaps he was a bit voyeuristic, but he didn't exactly relieve his tension each night, and merely took a cold shower in the morning to get rid of it completely. Envy was too weak a word for what it was anymore.

So this night, as he ran the brush through his long, flaxen hair, he resolved to not go to their room. The brush slowed in it's customary job as he stopped to look at the many pictures he had taped to his wardrobe and the walls. So many memories, and yet, with a mishappen childhood, he'd missed so much. He lifted his free hand, expression blank as he ran his fingers over a picture of the three of them together, a tiny smile coming to his lips despite himself. He would get over his little obsession, regardless.

Turning away from the pictures, he ran the brush through his hair a few more times before lying down and setting it on the nightstand, reaching to click the light off. He could manage without being voyeuristic. It was just a matter of willpower against his teenage hormones. That thought on his mind, he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

He was resting still, dreaming, when two figures slipped in through his unlocked door. The blankets were kicked down to his thighs, the nightshirt twisted around his torso with his hands resting on the bare skin of his stomach.The shorts he normally wore under it were short enough to show just a hint of thigh between it and the sheets. His hair was spread behind him like a mantle, causing the one of the two to reach down and run his fingers through just a bit of it.

The same one paused to look up at his blue-haired companion, receiving a nod before he leaned down and fitted his lips across Matsuri's, a soft sound from the blond being the only thing to register the touch, even though his lips parted under the gentle insistance. His dream filled his senses, so he didn't even protest when he felt a set of hands carefully hooking into his shorts and tugging them down carefully from his hips and off his legs, leaving him only in the hiked-up nightshirt.

The kiss was broken in order to carefully peel that off as well, leaving the blond hair fanned out backwards over the pillow and the body it was taken from shivering slightly. Two sets of eyes hungrily devoured the half-aroused form laid out as if for a feast for just them, and they turned to share a kiss before lavishing attention on the other's pale flesh, kisses raining down on two areas slowly starting to wake him.

"Nn..." Another shiver ran through him and he frowned a little, eyes slowly opening and hands starting to reach for the blankets. Hands that were promptly pinned to the pillow behind him. He let out a startled, half-awake cry as someone with long hair and red eyes suddenly appeared above him.

"Now, now, none of that. We came to play!" Ran's voice was light and only caused Matsuri to wake up even more, eyes growing large.

"Besides... we know you've been wanting this." A sultry voice from lower on the bed made him lift his head in bewilderment, only to spy one blue, one golden eye from Yoru, though both were dancing with amusement.

A startled squeak was torn from his throat as warm lips pressed kisses on his hips and another set covered his mouth in a probing kiss. The times of wanting, were culminating in this? Not that he was really complaining. So he opened his mouth, body relaxing as he was slowly ravaged. A quiet sound was torn from his throat when he felt probing fingers between his legs and he couldn't help but try to clamp his thighs shut.

"Mouu... he's being difficult!" The kiss was broken as Ran's pouty voice rang out clear in the room. A low chuckle and an answer too soft for Matsuri to make out preceeded his legs being forced apart, unable to close again because a warm, half-nude body was in the way. "Much better!"

He shivered as he felt the fingers below probing again, wincing just a little as the first digit entered him dryly. Distraction proved easy though as delicate kisses were rained over his chest, punctuated every now and again with a sharp nip. His hardness was easily rising to full attention, much to the other's amusement. When the second finger entered, he was mildly chilled by something, and in his desire-hazed mind, he could tell easily that it was some kind of lubricant, stretching him for whatever they planned to do. And he knew too, very well what they were planning. He'd listened to them for a few nights.

It shouldn't have been a surprise either when they stopped touching him altogether to kiss when they were done preparing him, both drawing away to shed the last of their own clothes. It wasn't too long before they both rejoined him again, Ran kneeling down between his legs and Yoru hovering just behind him.

"It's going to hurt some, but that's normal!" was all the warning he got from Nao's other half before something slick was pressing into him, his legs lifted as a cry was torn from his throat. He took a few deep breaths when the inward motion stopped, only to look up and see Yoru taking his place behind Ran, drawing something away from the lithe body between them and dropping it on the floor before sinking into him as well, pressing the smaller teen deeper.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the three of them breathing harshly. Matsuri's hands lifted slowly, as if to touch Ran, but both of them were grabbed and pressed back down against the matress again, one by Ran himself, the other by Yoru. "No touching," Ran breathed out, then took a tentative rock between them both.

Three groans mingled in the otherwise quiet room at the simple movement, and it was repeated without any more hesitation, setting up a gentle rocking rhythm. It was the least the other two could do to meet him. Beneath him, Matsuri placed his heels on the bed, pressing up into each downward thrust, soft whimpers and groans pulled from his throat at the feeling.

Words were not easy in coming and he couldn't help but open his eyes just a little to gaze at the two above him. Ran's hair was spilling over his sides and tickling at his own, while Yoru was leaning over him, seemingly kissing the back of his neck with his free arm wrapped around his torso. He could make out that he was whispering, but he knew nothing of what. The low cry torn from his throat surprised both him and the other two as they both gazed down at him, motions not stilling for a moment. Something felt good that Ran had touched, just inside of him and he shifted just a little to get the feeling again, this time, the cry out accompanied by the tightening of his hands around both of theirs where they were pinned.

The motions continued, in and out, harder, deeper, until sweat glistened in the moonlight and all that could be heard was the quiet whispers and gentle gasps of pleasure. The cries signifying the end of their coupling were muted for the most part, and the sound of them collapsing together in a heap on the bed a quiet punctuation.

"...Doushite..." Matsuri's voice was quiet, slightly muffled against Ran's shoulder.

"You needed it, we felt like giving it. Why should we be the only happy ones?" A soft chuckle punctuated Yoru's words and he kissed the back of Ran's shoulder before shifting off to one side, finally letting his fingers slip free of Matsuri's.

"So stop complaining," Ran's voice had a matter-of-fact tone to it and without really thinking, Matsuri allowed himself a very tiny smile. This was... okay. For now anyway.

He blinked when Ran slipped free of him and shifted to his other side, eyes shifting over to Yoru before he turned on his side to curl up with the smaller boy. A well-muscled body fitted itself to his back and a strong arm curled around his waist not soon after. A soft sigh came from the one in front of him and he looked down, seeing the softened breathing and tentatively putting his own arm around him as well. He received a bit of a snuggle closer in answer and the smile found his lips again.

As sleep began to overtake him again, the small smile stayed on his lips. Things would be hell come morning, but for now, he could be happy with this. For now, he could imagine the both of them would be the same in the morning, including him in everything.

For now, he was content.

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