Chapter 2

Aya watched the closed door willing it to open, willing it to stay closed. He wanted to believe that Yohji was coming back, but fate slapped him down too many times throughout his life for him to continue to hope. He stared at the closed door wishing the day's events had never happened.

"He's really coming back, Aya," Chloé said softly through the door. “I thought I might fetch some groceries for a meal, but perhaps we should order in. What do you think?"

Aya heard Chloé but didn't feel like responding. He knew Chloé wouldn't leave him alone until he answered. "Doesn't matter. I'm not hungry, anyway. Whatever you want to do is fine."

"Whatever I want to do, hmm? Then I suppose that means I'm allowed to enter your room. Good. I do so hate speaking through closed doors." Chloé let himself into Aya's room and stood just inside the open doorway. "So then, have a nice brood? Shall we discuss plans for dinner as well as what you're going to say to Yohji when he returns?"

Aya glared at his lover and growled, "That's not what I meant and you know it. I already told you, I'm not hungry. I'm going to take a nap. You can close the door behind you when you leave." With that, Aya laid his head down on his pillow and turned his back to Chloé.

Not at all daunted by his lover's attitude, Chloé walked over to the bed and sat down next to Aya. A hand smoothed over Aya's hair, pushing strands away from his face. "It's actually all right if you were brooding. No one would begrudge you. And, if it's a nap you wish for, what you truly wish for, then I'll leave you alone. Is that what you want, Aya?"

Aya didn't know what he wanted, but that wasn't exactly true. He wanted Yohji. He also wanted Chloé but wasn’t sure that he was good enough for either man. His equilibrium had long since deserted him. The last time he'd felt like this was when he'd left Yohji behind in that collapsing building, which further proved to himself what a terrible person he was. The kind of man who would leave the one he loved behind to die alone. "Chloé, you don’t have to sit here and put up with me. I don't know..." Aya was at a loss for words. He was afraid his control over his emotions would shatter.

"I'm not putting up with anything that I don't happen to think is worth putting up with, my love. " Chloé leaned over Aya and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. "What happened was unfortunate, but not irreparable. Words were misspoken, misunderstood. That happens. You face it and move on. Yohji is coming back to talk. I know how much he regrets what he said to you, and I know you also regret what you said to him. But Aya, you still feel what you feel and there is nothing wrong with those emotions. Please, love, won't you forgive yourself?"

"But he was right. I'm an unfeeling bastard who would've just turned and walked away because of duty. He's better off without me. As are you."

"Ran Fujimiya, I've had about all I can take of this idiotic behavior. I demand you cease at once. Yohji was hurt and he said some rash things. You wouldn't have walked away, you would've called him at every opportunity and we would've been offering to fly him to London at the first possible moment. You and I both know this. So enough, please. I love you and I'm not going to be better off without you. Frankly, I'd be depressed and grouchy.” Chloé brushed the back of his hand over Aya's cheek. “Trust Yohji and have faith in him. You left the decision up to him, did you not? Trust yourself as well."

Aya didn’t think he should trust his judgment at the moment. He'd had too many emotional ups and downs in the last several hours. He needed to get his emotions under control in order to handle whatever outcome the day would bring. Aya suddenly realized that he'd done his current lover a grave injustice this morning. He'd all but cheated on the man and Aya prized fidelity as the most important of all things in a lover. Horrified, he sat up and said, "Chloé, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to walk in on Yohji and me this morning. No, what I mean is, I'm sorry about..."

Chloé pressed a finger to Aya's lips. "Hush, Aya. You have nothing to be sorry for. I admit I was surprised but never angered. I thought that much was quite, quite obvious. If anyone should apologize, it should be me for not asking if you two wanted a third. However, at the time, I could scarcely resist. You're lovely together." He smiled; the expression was warm and filled with affection. "But love, if you should decide that you prefer to only be with Yohji, then I will gracefully bow out. I love you, but I also want you to be happy, not torn or uncertain because there are two of us in your life. I've always known and understood your feelings for him and I know they take precedence."

Aya's heart clenched at the thought of giving Chloé up. He'd come to mean as much to Aya as Yohji did. He couldn’t bear the thought of having to choose between the two. But then again, he still wasn't positive that Yohji would return. One thing was certain; he needed to let Chloé know how much he cared for him. "Don't ever think you mean less to me than Yohji. You were never a replacement, Chloé. You became just as important to me as Yohji ever was or still is. I'm sorry if I've been remiss in letting you know how much I care. I don't want to lose you, Chloé. I do love you, but if Yohji returns, I can't lose him either."

"Aya, dearest, you haven't been remiss and I apologize if what I said alluded to such. That was not what I meant to imply at all, I promise." Chloé wrapped his arms around Aya's waist, holding him close. "It makes me very, very happy to hear that you don't wish to lose either of us. I would prefer not to be lost.”

Aya pulled back from the embrace and said, "I need a little time alone to think before Yohji returns, is that all right?"

Chloé tugged Aya's hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles. "Take all the time you need, love. You have, I would say, fifty minutes. I'm going to take a shower then order takeout."

Aya gave Chloé’s hand a thankful squeeze. "Thank you.” The words 'for putting up with me' hung in the air unspoken.

Giving Aya's hand another tug, Chloé pulled him closer for an affection filled kiss. "I love you. That won't be changing anytime soon."

As he watch Chloé leave the room, Aya realized that a small bit of sadness had been lifted from his heart just from speaking with his lover.

*****

Yohji went home, took a quick shower and changed before rushing back to the safe house. Even though he'd had some time to think, he still wasn't sure what to say to Aya. There was the matter of apologizing for the hurt he'd inflicted when he lashed out about not being told Aya and Chloé were leaving the next day. The news of their immanent departure had come as such a shock that Yohji grabbed onto that small piece of information without thinking about the invitation Aya'd extended for him to join them. He could've handled that much better but... it was done. Over. In the past.

If nothing else, during this past few years without his memories, Yohji learned to appreciate life and the opportunities that came his way. He'd tried to take advantage of every little gift that life bestowed since he knew they could be taken away without warning. Possibly never to be returned again. His memories, however, were slowly coming back in bits and pieces. Aya seemed to be the key for quite a few of them.

As he took a shower, flashes of a flower shop and Aya watering the plants came back. Then, more flashes of the two of them in bed, on the kitchen counter, the table, a greenhouse... It seemed like they fucked like bunnies, if the brief memories were correct. Yohji smiled at the thought.

Then, as he was getting dressed, he was hit by a particularly strong flashback of a dark alley, of people coming at them with guns in their hands. Aya had a katana and was slicing through the men while Yohji did something with a watch that spit wire out. He wanted to ask Aya about it when he saw him again. This last flashback left him shaken.

Yohji looked up to find the door of the safe house in front of him. Surprised to have been so lost in thought that he automatically walked here without realizing it, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Aya heard the knock and he felt his heart clench. Chloé had just left; and besides, he wouldn't have knocked. That meant that Yohji came back after all. There had been a small part of Aya that doubted if Yohji would return, while another part of him hoped he really wouldn't come back. The part that said he was bad for Yohji wished the man would've just stayed away for his own good.

During the past hour, Aya had not been able to resolve the dispute within himself about Yohji returning with them to London. To try to drag Yohji back into his life was a mistake. Now, he had to dissuade Yohji from returning with them. Aya would only bring him sadness and pain. He went to answer the door when he was no longer able to ignore the constant sound of knocking.

Yohji was about to knock again when the door before him abruptly swung open. He looked up into a grim-faced Aya. This didn't seem quite like the welcome that had graced the man's face before. A small, hopeful smile slowly emerged on Yohji's face, "Hi, honey. I'm ho~ome."

Aya had never really gotten used to Yohji's teasing when they'd been together in the past, so he was still at a loss at how to respond. He tried to keep his voice neutral when he said, "Won't you come in, Yohji? Chloé should be back with dinner shortly.”

Yohji was mesmerized, staring at Aya's face. On the surface, he wore a mask of indifference but somehow, Yohji could see beyond that. When he looked into Aya's eyes, he saw pain lurking there as well as indecision, self-loathing and... was there some love, too? The way the lines around his eyes softened - just a touch - was so telling. The beautiful violet irises kept Yohji's attention and he knew that they distracted anyone from noticing all the other fine points that Aya tried to keep hidden.

So lost in his thoughts, he barely heard Aya inviting him to come inside. He did, didn't he? Taking Aya's body language into consideration and the way he stepped back to make room so Yohji could enter the hallway was a clue. He walked in, took his shoes off and followed Aya into the living room. "Um... I'm not sure if you heard me before, Aya, but when I was talking to your bedroom door, I said I'd take you up on your offer to go to London with you and Chloé." He turned to look at Aya and waited for his response.

Aya felt as if he were a deer caught in a car's headlights. He couldn't decide what to say. Tell him to go. Tell him to stay. Aya was so confused. He wanted Yohji back in his life so badly he actually felt physical pain at the thought of Yohji no longer being in his life. But the practical side had already convinced him that this was better and safer for Yohji to stay away. When Yohji was standing next to him like he was now, his logical side couldn't tell Yohji to go.

"I'm not sure you weren't right before, Yohji. I'm no good for you. I have no right to invite you into the darkness that is my life. I was just being selfish when I asked you to come with us."

Surprised to hear that Aya had changed his mind once more, Yohji's first reaction was to lash out again. He quickly snapped his mouth shut and counted to ten before he said something more that he would regret later. "You made the initial invitation, Aya. I'm taking you up on it. For good or bad, I don't know yet. You're the only key I have into my past and you'd deny me the chance to retrieve what I've lost? So now you have another change of heart and suddenly, you don't want me back in your life. What about what Chloé said, that you loved me and never stopped. Did that change?" Hurt and confusion warred inside Yohji's mind while his heart lurched when he thought of Aya leaving without him.

"Didn't you hear what I said? You were right! I'm a cold bastard; you deserve better." He panicked. Aya knew he couldn’t answer Yohji's questions with a lie. However, if he told Yohji that he still loved him, Yohji would never be convinced to leave. Yohji had to be made angry enough to walk out of his life because Aya didn't possess the strength to send him away.

"When I was back at my place, I got a few more flashbacks. Of us. You weren't cold in those brief memories I saw. If you haven't been paying attention, Aya, my life isn't all light and roses either. How could what you're offering be any worse? I feel something for you even if I don't know what it is yet but, whatever it is, it's strong. You bring out the worst in me at times, if our little blow up from earlier is any indication, but we also seem to care for each other, too." Yohji blew out an exasperated sigh. "Give me a chance, Aya. That's all I'm asking."

For just a moment, Aya gave in to the thought of truly having Yohji back in his life. The joy he felt eclipsed everything until he squashed that feeling and tried to put Yohji first. Then again, could he do as Yohji requested and allow him back into his life? Granted, Aya was the one who extended the initial invitation but he had done so without thinking, driven only by his feelings.

"I don't know what to do, Yohji," Aya finally whispered.

Yohji took a few steps closer to Aya until he was standing right in front of him. Aya looked so lost and confused that Yohji couldn't help it. Before he could back down, he had Aya wrapped in a tight embrace.

"Hey," he whispered, "you're forgetting that I'm a big boy now and can make my own decisions. Your heart extended the invitation. Mine seems to have accepted. Why don't we go with the flow and see where it takes us? Now that I've found you, I don't want to lose you again so soon." He placed a brief kiss to Aya's ear and felt him shiver.

Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji's waist as he buried his face in the man's neck, his eyes closed tightly against the sharp sting behind his eyelids. He shuddered with the emotions that racked his body. He wanted so much to follow Yohji's lead. Aya had only ever once placed this type of trust in another person, the trust to let someone help him make decisions, to see him being vulnerable. That same person was now holding him close. "I don't want to lose you again. I don't think I could bear it."

Yohji released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the knot in his chest loosened. One hand rubbed up and down Aya's back while the other tightened his embrace. "Then don't second guess yourself. Besides, if you insist on leaving without me, I'll just follow you to London on my own. Tracking people is only one of the things I do as a PI and I'm damn good at it. Look how I found this place."

Aya wasn't leaving him behind again.

Again?

Where did that come from? A surge of stark images flashed quickly in his mind. A building crumbling around them. Aya standing on the floor above Yohji, throwing him his katana, promising to wait for him. The same katana Yohji was found with when the emergency personnel pulled him out of the wreckage. The one Ken came to get, to return to its owner.... The visions stopped there leaving Yohji shaken.

"I just saw you. Us. In that building they found me in. You threw your katana to me and I heard you promise that you'd wait for me, Aya. You can stop waiting now. I'm back, just as I promised." He squeezed Aya tightly for a moment then pushed him away far enough so he could look into Aya's eyes. "The decision has been taken out of your hands now. I'm going to London with or without your consent." A smile lit Yohji's face, "Deal with it."

Aya was too wrung out emotionally to debate the fact that he had no say in Yohji's decision to return with them, he could only give a small answering smile as he replied, "Well, I can see some benefits to letting you return with us. I guess I'll make it easier by allowing you to come along." With that said, Aya pulled Yohji's head down and crushed his mouth against lips that parted to allow his tongue to enter. He never gave Yohji a chance as he plundered his mouth until they both broke apart to breathe.

Aya turned serious once more and said, "Yohji, if you come back, it'll be with the understanding that Chloé is my lover. I won't set him aside because you're back in my life, even though I love you."

"I wouldn't ask you to, Aya. When Chloé and I talked after you walked out earlier, I offered to step aside since it looked like you and he were a couple. He seemed to think the three of us would work something out. I'm attracted to him and can see something develop between all of us."

Yohji's lips still tingled from Aya's passionate kiss. They pulled up into a devilish smile, "We could treat you like a time-share condo or, we could continue our three-way thing like we did earlier."

Aya frowned at the reference that he was relegated to an object to sublet. "I'm not a thing to be passed around." The frown dissolved when he thought back to earlier today, "But maybe I could be convinced into buying a larger bed."

Aya's fingers tightened their hold in Yohji's hair and yanked him down for another kiss.

Aya's mouth was ravenous; his tongue was doing things to Yohji that was short circuiting his ability to think clearly. Just when Yohji began to see spots from lack of air, he pulled back. Between gasping breaths, he gave Aya an intense look, "You're not getting rid of me? Then you might want to see my bed before you buy another. It might be just what we'll need."

"Just how big is your bed? To answer your question, no, I'm not getting rid of you. I've never really been rid of you at all, Yohji." Aya stroked a hand gently down Yohji's face.

Yohji leaned into Aya's touch, craving more, "The bed is what the American's call a 'California King'. It's easily big enough for four or five people so we three should be more than comfortable on it. Wanna go over there later with Chloé and give it a test drive?" He waggled eyebrows and leered, there was also a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"I don't think I want to take the time to go all the way to your place when there's a bed so much closer..." Aya murmured against Yohji's neck before he started to suck hard enough to leave a mark. Not satisfied with one, Aya moved to another patch of skin.

A hot, wet mouth sucking on his neck pulled a moan of pleasure from Yohji. He leaned his head back to give Aya better access. He thought Aya's mouth should be declared dangerous. Oh, gods! The slight scrape of teeth against his skin and Yohji was lost. His hands scrabbled with the hem of Aya's t-shirt and began pulling it up.

"Bedroom. Good. Shirt. Bad. Lose the vampire imitation for a sec so I can get this thing off you, Aya." When Aya complied, Yohji yanked the shirt off, threw it over his shoulder while his hands began to move lower to slip under the waistband of Aya's sweatpants. He then grabbed the firm ass underneath. Yohji turned his head and licked at the outer shell of Aya's ear before spearing his tongue inside.

Aya moaned when a wet tongue sent tingles from his ear straight to his groin. He was so hard. Yohji always had this effect on his body. He rubbed his cock against the bulge in Yohji's jeans and his fingers went to undo the belt and fastenings. His hand quickly seized the hardness that sprang free. He smiled at both Yohji going commando as well as his gasp of pleasure.

Yohji nearly bit his tongue when Aya released his erection and fisted it. The hard calluses on his hand added another erotic sensation against his sensitive cock. His hips pushed closer to Aya, begging silently for him to begin moving his hand, to squeeze - just like that. A strangled plea burst forth. "Aya... Can we try a bed this time?"

"In a minute. You got a chance for a taste earlier, I didn't get my turn." With that, Aya sank to his knees and nuzzled blond curls before a teasing tongue licked a path to Yohji's balls. Aya adored the groan he heard as he gently sucked one into his mouth to roll on his tongue. He did the same for its partner before he opened his mouth and let them slip out slowly. He then moved to capture the fluid gathered at the tip of Yohji's cock. After Aya had gotten a taste, he suddenly swallowed Yohji almost to the hilt. Aya put his hands on Yohji's hips to keep him still while he began a steady rhythm.

Yohji's knees grew weak when Aya began sucking on his balls. They nearly buckled when he felt Aya's tongue rasp against the sensitive head. When Aya worked Yohji's cock deep into his mouth and started moving up and down the shaft, his eyes crossed. He so wanted to thrust into the wetness but kept his hips as still as he could and let Aya have control. Two badly shaking hands clenched the red hair before releasing it to lightly rest on top of Aya's head, encouraging him to continue.

"If... you keep that u...uuuuuup... oh, my... ah! Oh, that's good..." he groaned. "What was I...? Ooooooh, this won't las... ssssst long-" Yohji's words abuptly cut off as Aya deep throated him down to the root, his tongue moved slightly and his throat worked to constrict over Yohji's cock. Taking a firm, yet gentle grip on Aya's head, Yohji pulled himself away and looked down at his lover.

"We won't have anything to look forward to in the bedroom if you don't stop.” He offered his hand to help Aya stand. "I think I'd really like to see your room now."

Aya almost groaned with disappointment when that silky hardness left his lips. He couldn't get enough of Yohji, his taste, his smell, his touch. Never forgotten and always missed. Yohji looked at him with so much desire that it sent a strong bolt of lust through Aya, causing an ache in his groin which cried out for immediate relief. Aya accepted the proffered hand. Once he was standing, he pulled Yohji’s shirt off and tossed it to the floor before he kissed the man breathless once more. He took Yohji's hand to lead him to his room, but let go long enough to grab the tube of lubricant from the coffee table. He turned to Yohji and said in a bedroom voice, "I think we'll need this, don't you?"

Yohji's eyes glazed over when the warm, raspy voice spoke to him. He thought it asked him a question but he was too far gone to be able to tell for sure. Nodding his head anyway and hoping that was the right response, Yohji took a step toward Aya and nearly tripped on his sagging pant leg. He bent down to remove the offending garment and walked on unstable legs, following Aya as the pants dropped from nerveless fingers somewhere between the living room doorway and the hall.

They arrived at the bedroom door, but Aya couldn't wait until they got to the bed. He pushed Yohji against the wall just outside the room to plunder his mouth once again. Aya just couldn't get enough of Yohji's mouth after all the time apart. He'd never forgotten the taste of Yohji and had craved it for several long years. "I love you, Yohji," Aya murmured against his lips.

"Mmmph!" Aya attacked his mouth with renewed vigor and Yohji could taste himself on Aya's tongue. Yohji's cock grew even harder as his own tongue responded in kind. He needed to feel more skin on skin. Tugging at Aya's sweatpants and boxers, he managed to get them down Aya's hips, letting them drop to the floor. He felt Aya kick them aside.

Hands that shook more with each passing minute ran up and down Aya's sides, down his back, cupped, then lightly squeezed Aya's ass, pulling him closer so they could grind their erections together. They continued to taste each other. Yohji plunged his tongue in and out of Aya's mouth mimicking the thrusting motion of his hips.

Aya pulled away from Yohji with regret to make his way to the bed so they could get more comfortable. He tossed the lube on the nightstand then laid back and beckoned Yohji to follow, a slight smile on his lips.

Still leaning on the far wall in the hallway, Yohji bent down and took his socks off dropping them carelessly on the floor outside Aya's bedroom. Fully naked now, his cock hard and dripping copious amounts of precome, Yohji stumbled into the room to the bed where Aya waited.

"Gods, what a picture you make, Aya, you on the bed with that 'come hither' look in your eyes.” Yohji crawled onto the bed and shifted Aya's legs so he could kneel between them. Leaning down, he placed feather light kisses on Aya's chin, his nose, over one closed eye lid then the other. Shifting his hips, he allowed himself to gently rub their cocks together. The precome from both cocks eased the friction into a smooth, slick glide.

Aya lifted his legs to wrap around Yohji's waist while his arms encircled his shoulders. At first, he wiggled and rocked his hips while he watched Yohji enjoy the feeling of their cocks press and slide together. After several minutes of this pleasant torture, he tilted his head up to kiss Yohji's lips once again. Wanting to feel that golden body pressing him deeply into the mattress, Aya's legs tightened to pull Yohji closer.

"Can I fuck you again, Aya?" Yohji panted, "I want to be inside you but if you're sore, we can do something different." To prove his point, Yohji crawled down Aya's body and paused to lick a rosy nipple. When he got a soft moan for that action, he took the small bud between his teeth and gently worried it, applying suction at the same time. His fingers found the other nipple and rolled and pinched it in turns. With Aya's nipple still in his mouth, he looked up to see Aya's head lean back, pressing deeper into the pillow, his eyes closed, mouth open on a long, drawn out moan. There was a light sheen of sweat breaking out over Aya's skin.

Yohji released the nipple and continued his descent, licking and nibbling down to the small indentation of Aya's navel. He quickly speared his tongue into the depression which made Aya arch his back in response. His hands traveled down a lean, well muscled torso until his fingers encountered the nest of short, well-trimmed pubic hair. Teasing his fingers in the red nest, one hand moved to encircle the cock twitching in front of Yohji's face.

"No, Yohji, not too sore. Fuck me. Hard and fast." Aya was so lost to the need that Yohji created in his body that he never even realized the demand that left his lips. He rarely expressed himself so vocally or coarsely, but lust was overriding his ability to make conversation.

Curling his tongue around Aya's shaft, Yohji tasted the bittersweet flavor of the precome that had dribbled down. Moving and licking his way up Aya's cock, he suckled at the head and ran his tongue along the slit several times. Both hands moved to Aya's legs, spreading them to give Yohji better access. Opening his mouth to release Aya's cock, Yohji licked and nibbled his way further down. He shifted Aya's balls out of his way so he could explore the rough seam below with his tongue. Eventually, he followed the path lower until Yohji found the small pucker and lightly licked it, spreading saliva around the outside. He hardened his tongue into a point to penetrate the entrance. Aya's hips came off the bed. "Is this okay, Aya? Am I doing it right?"

Aya's hands twisted in the duvet as sweat poured from his body. He had to smother a small cry when Yohji's tongue entered him. This, above all, always made Aya lose control. Just the thought of such an intimate act made his heart pound until he thought it would break free from his chest. "Wha... huh?..." Aya opened his eyes to look down at Yohji when the sensations stopped. "Did you say something?" Aya panted.

Yohji smiled, then he speared his tongue into Aya's tight hole again before he said, "Ah asth'd ith I wath doin' thith 'ight..."

"Oh, Yohji, I do believe you're doing everything right. Trust me," Chloé said. His face lightly flushed with excitement, Chloé stood at the doorway with his pants undone, lightly stroking his cock.

"So, is it too much of an assumption on my part to think this means Yohji will be coming home with us, Aya?"

When Aya heard another voice in the room, he forced himself to clear the fog from his brain and tried to comprehend what Chloé just said. Finally, the question repeated in his mind and he forced the words out from between clenched teeth, "If we can ever get out of this bed tomorrow, he will be."

Yohji stopped what he was doing and first looked up at Aya, then he turned his head, winked at Chloé and smirked. "We really don't need a bed. The couch was nice. Table, kitchen counter... don't think a car would work though, it would be too small for the three of us..." Raising his eye brows to form a question to Chloé, he said, "Are you planning to join us or would you rather just jerk off while you watch?

Chloé gave Yohji an almost sheepish smile. "You two made quite the beautiful and sexy image, Yohji. At the time, jerking off seemed like a good idea as I didn't want to interrupt. However, seeing as you have paused for a moment, perhaps I will divest myself of clothing and join you." Letting go of his cock, Chloé removed his pants and underwear, tugged his socks and shirt off before dropping them to the floor. He kneeled on the bed beside Yohji, running a hand down the line of Yohji's spine before cupping his delectable ass. "Now then, do continue," he quipped.

Aya watched in amazement while Chloé removed his clothes and just left them where they lay. That was the first time he'd ever seen the man treat his clothes in such a disrespectful manner. With a little smirk on his face, he reached for the lube and handed it to Yohji. "Yes, Yohji, do continue. If Chloé didn't even bother to pick up his clothes, he must really be impatient."

Yohji looked first from Chloé and then back to Aya again. Deciding he didn't need to join in on the teasing between the two men, he dropped the lube onto the bed and ducked his head to pay attention to the tight little rosebud in front of him. He began lightly sucking, using his thumbs to open Aya a bit more so his tongue could delve further. Yohji felt Chloé's hands on his ass, he felt a little self-conscious with his ass up in the air like it was but decided to let it go for now, curious as to what Chloé's intention was.

Chloé continued to caress Yohji's ass, fingers dipping in between to rub along the crack. "Does that feel good, Yohji? If you're not comfortable with me touching you here, I won't. I thought perhaps you might like to see how it feels for both Aya and me. After all, as you can no doubt tell, Aya enjoys it very, very much."

Aya's thoughts derailed again when Yohji resumed the sweet torment. He groaned loudly and bit his lip until it bled to stop any more of those traitorous sounds from escaping. His body felt like it was on fire from the delicate touch of Yohji's tongue. He heard but didn't really comprehend what Chloé was saying.

Yohji's muscles clenched tight at the first sensation of a finger touching him there. While the logical part of his brain said he'd done this before, another part of him, along with his body, was saying that this was a new experience. He temporarily lost his rhythm with Aya. Turning his head to look at Chloé, Yohji wasn't sure what to think. "It doesn't feel bad. If I'm going to be pitching, I guess I should find out what it feels like to catch, shouldn't I?" In his best Chloé imitation, Yohji quipped, "By all means, please do continue, Chloé. If you do something that doesn't feel comfortable, rest assured I'll not hesitate to inform you of such." He lifted himself and licked a long line up Aya's dripping cock, treating it like a Popsicle.

"Smart ass. I wasn't implying I was intending to fuck you, Yohji, but if you're offering... where's the... ah, there it is." Chloé picked up the lube from the bed where Yohji had dropped it. He liberally coated his fingers before stroking down along Yohji's ass once again, keeping his touches light and teasing as he approached the puckered opening.

Aya watched Yohji's eyes close at the sensations Chloé was creating. Yohji had paused in his teasing of Aya and seemed to have temporarily forgotten about him. That was okay; he wanted to try to regain a little more control over his traitorous body. Aya reached down and caressed Yohji's cheek while his other lover now gently reintroduced Yohji to pleasures he'd forgotten.

At the first touch of fingers around his hole, Yohji's body involuntarily clenched tight. He knew the mechanics of the act after their earlier session but the sensations were still new to him. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to relax. Chloé's fingers teasing at him did feel good, even though it was a little strange at first. He shifted his legs further apart to give Chloé better access, rocking his hips back into the touch. "Keep going," he said.

Chloé shifted closer to Yohji, dropping a few kisses along his spine as his fingers continued to slowly stroke across his opening. "Relax. I promise I won't hurt you. Neither will I do anything you aren't comfortable with, Yohji." He began to push a finger inside, pausing to let Yohji's body adjust to the sensation of penetration.

Aya sat up and tilted Yohji's head up while he leaned in to kiss him. Aya swiped his tongue across closed lips requesting access. When they parted, he entered Yohji's mouth then backed out again, barely touching the inside before retreating. Aya threaded one hand through Yohji's hair at the same moment he slanted his mouth over Yohji's to deepen the kiss. He sighed when he felt Yohji's tongue against his and then he reached down to grasp Yohji's cock in a firm grip and began to pump.

"Aaaah" A low moan, much like a heavy sigh came out against Aya's lips as Chloé's finger pushed inside Yohji. Automatic reflexes had him clenching around the digit while Yohji panted a little and fought to relax his body. Aya's kisses distracted him from what was going on with his ass. Pushing his tongue into Aya's mouth, he moaned deep in his throat when he felt Aya's hand wrap firmly around his cock. Tight muscles finally relaxed and now he was torn between wanting to rock back to take more of Chloé's finger or to push forward into Aya's fist.

"Now this might feel even stranger at first but trust me, it'll soon feel wonderful" Chloé said a moment before he pushed more of his finger into Yohji and gave it a small twist, searching for something deep inside. As new as Yohji's body was to him, he still prided himself on his skills as a lover and it only took him a moment to find the spot he was seeking. When Yohji's body shuddered around his finger, he began to chuckle quietly. "Ah yes, there it is."

Aya understood what Chloé was going to do and backed away a little from Yohji's mouth to allow his cry of pleasure to escape. With one hand keeping a steady rhythm on Yohji's cock, Aya's other hand trailed down from Yohji's hair to caress his chest. Aya leaned in to whisper against panting lips, "Should Chloé continue?"

Tremors wracked Yohji's body as he felt Chloé's finger massage something that made him straighten up into a kneeling position on the bed, his head tossed back. Shaking hands clutched at Aya's shoulders. "Nnngh! Oh, gods but that feels... aaahhh..." At a total loss for coherent words, Yohji clamped down on the finger again. The double assault to his senses was making it hard to speak. "...don't stop whaaat... ever you're doing." The muscles in his thighs trembled from being clenched so tight. Panting, Yohji sought to regain control of his body. Fought, then won the battle as his brain took over once more and relaxed his muscles. Beads of sweat pooled together to form rivulets which trailed from his forehead down his face and neck.

Never one to turn down the wishes of his lover, or lovers as the current case might be, Chloé brushed the tip of his finger over Yohji's sweet spot again and again until he was gently thrusting in and out of Yohji's ass with that single digit. "Shall I try another finger, Yohji?" Chloé murmured, trailing his free hand up along Yohji's back, caressing him. "I promise you'll feel even better."

Aya joined Yohji in a kneeling position as his right hand continued to stroke the cock held tight in his grasp. Aya then leaned in to lick several trails of sweat trickling down Yohji's temple and neck. Next, he kissed his way down to first lick then gently bite one nipple as his left hand teased the other hardened bud.

Yohji had to swallow several times before he could find his voice. "Try as many fingers as you like, if it's going to feel this good. Aya's got a couple left over if you need more." Hoping that Chloé knew he was teasing, Yohji continued to be overwhelmed with all the new sensations he was experiencing. Although he'd been with Asuka, he'd never once had his nipples manipulated like what he was feeling now. He wasn't sure what to expect with more than one finger but his curiosity was fully peaked. So far, every new thing that Chloé and Aya introduced him to had brought nothing but pleasure. Incredible pleasure...

"I seem to remember you and Aya sharing the task of fingering me earlier," Chloé replied as he withdrew from Yohji's ass. Picking up the lube again, he applied another generous dollop onto his fingers then squeezed some directly between Yohji's cheeks, biting back a laugh when Yohji jerked in surprise at the feeling of cold gel on heated skin. "I'd tell you I was sorry, but I'm not. Not really." he chortled in amusement.

"Aarrgghhh! Gods, Chloé. Warn a guy, before you do that, dammit! Did you get that lube from the fridge?" Yohji complained.

Aya felt Yohji jump then heard Chloé's words and figured out what he’d done. "Chloé, that wasn't nice. Just remember, if you take Yohji this time, it's his turn to top you next and he'll most likely return the favor tenfold."

Chloé favored Aya with an impish grin. "Not only do I remember that delicious fact, Aya, I'm looking forward to it greatly. Hopefully, Yohji feels the same." Two fingers stroked against Yohji's sensitive skin, circling slowly before pushing within the tight heat. Chloé immediately sought out the spot that would make Yohji forget about any discomfort.

Aya remembered how erotic it was to feel both his and Yohji's fingers inside Chloé. He wanted that feeling again. He shifted his left hand back and moved it behind Yohji to tease the tip of his middle finger around Chloé's fingers in Yohji's slick hole. He pushed in just the slightest bit as he raised his head and lightly bit the juncture of Yohji's neck and shoulder.

When Aya leaned over Yohji and he felt one more finger begin to stretch his opening, he began panting even harder to try to remain relaxed. Spasms developed and it took a few seconds before Yohji could get them under control. This new sensation bordered on pain but he didn't want it to stop, either. "Hold still," he panted, "wait just a minute. Let me... let me get used to having both of your fingers inside me. It's okay as long as you don't move right now."

Chloé ceased the movement of his fingers the moment Aya's joined his and continued to caress Yohji's back with his other hand in an effort to soothe him. "Perhaps it's time for more. Aya, why don't you let Yohji start fucking you first? I think it'll be easier on him if he's already... occupied."

Aya felt guilty when Yohji asked for them to hold still. He should've known better than to move too quickly since it had been over two years since Yohji had had a male lover. Aya nuzzled Yohji's neck and withdrew his finger. "I'd like that. Yohji, come fuck me." Aya moved to lay on the bed with his legs open in invitation while he looked up at Yohji. Never breaking eye contact, Aya sucked two fingers from his right hand into his mouth and slathered them with saliva. He then very slowly pushed them into his body while watching Yohji's every reaction.

As Aya sucked on his fingers, Yohji's mouth dropped open. His eyes bugged out when Aya reached down to insert them into himself. The sight was so erotic, he couldn't look away. He never realized he'd begun pushing back on the two fingers Chloé still had up his ass. One hand absently seized his cock and began to stroke.

"Watching him do that makes you want to come on the spot, doesn't it?" Chloé murmured into Yohji's ear. "He'll have to show you how he plays with his toys when we get home." He wiggled the fingers inside of Yohji a bit more before gently withdrawing them and reaching for the lube to coat the palm of his free hand. He nudged Yohji's hand away from his erection before slicking the hard shaft with several firm strokes. "He's waiting for you."

"Toys?! He plays with toys?" Yohji's mouth went dry at the thought and he never even registered what Chloé was doing to his cock when his mind locked on the fantasy of watching Aya play with his toys. He didn't think he could get any more turned on until Chloé told him that. "Don't I need to... um, shouldn't I do something to Aya before I..."

Aya watched Chloé slick Yohji's cock and tried to think what the best possible position for Yohji would be since he was still quite tight and new to this. Something came to mind when Aya pulled his fingers from his body and slid one leg between Yohji's before he pulled him close. "I'll be okay with just the lube on your cock, Yohji. Once you're inside me, then we'll turn on our sides. I think that'll work best this time."

Yohji's brain still refused to function after Chloé had mentioned, 'toy' and 'Aya' to him earlier. Cock twitching almost violently now, Yohji forced himself to move to do as Aya directed. He felt a moment of apprehension knowing he'd be penetrated by Chloé after he entered Aya. Carefully, pulling Aya's right leg up to Yohji's waist, he positioned himself and gave a slow, tentative push. Aya's body opened up to him almost effortlessly and allowed a smooth, slick glide deep inside. Yohji groaned as Aya's heat enveloped him so thoroughly. Gods. How could this feel so good? This was even better than the last time. Completely sheathed, Yohji pulled back a little before thrusting fully inside Aya once more. Bending over his lover's body, Yohji slowly rolled them both over onto their sides while he remained inside the exquisite soft, tightness. His hand moved down to grasp Aya's hip, "Is this all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.

"No, it's perfect. Your cock deep inside, filling me, feels so incredible." Aya licked a path from Yohji's collarbone to chin while he threaded their fingers together so that both of their hands rested on his hip once again. Aya softly kissed Yohji’s lips as he thrust his hips forward so that delicious cock would fill him further. "I'm not the only one who plays with toys. Ask Chloé about the little red butt plug he likes to wear when he's working in the flower shop." Aya gave Chloé a wicked little smirk.

"Shame on you, Aya, you promised not to tell," Chloé grumbled as used the lube to slick his cock. He gasped at his own touch, his lust flaring higher at the sight of the two beautiful men connected before him.

"Hmmm. Toys and butt plugs. I'm so glad I decided to go with you to London. I can't wait for you to play 'show and tell' for me." said Yohji.

Lying down beside Yohji, Chloé laid a trembling hand on Yohji's ass as his other arm slid between the bed and Yohji's shoulder. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop immediately," he whispered into Yohji's ear, nuzzling the lobe. He guided his hard cock to Yohji's entrance and slowly, almost too slowly, pushed inside. The tightness was incredible -- so hot and oh, so good. Chloé grunted with the effort not to embarrass himself then and there. "My god... Yohji... You feel absolutely splendid."

Yohji felt pressure against him and then Chloé's cock was pushing inside. Even though he tried to remain relaxed, his body had other ideas and immediately clamped down of its own accord. "Stop for a second." Panting, his eyes shut tight, he forced his muscles to unclench. After a few moments, his body finally complied and Yohji tentatively pushed back, taking a little more of Chloé's length inside him before stopping again.

Chloé had more stamina than Yohji could even claim to have. He felt - full. Once the initial pain faded, he decided he rather liked the feeling. There was something else inside him that he wanted but wasn't sure what it was. His panting breaths eased and he felt something inside let go as his body finally accepted the intrusion and welcomed it. Now, there was nothing but pleasure from their union. This must be how Aya feels, he thought. Grabbing Aya's ass, he pulled him closer and nudged his cock deeper. He twisted so he could look at Chloé and gave him a slight smile to reassure him that he was okay. To cover up the little bit of nervousness that still remained, he used his best raspy, bedroom voice and joked, "Kiss me, you fool."

Aya watched his two lovers kiss, their lips eventually pulled back until just their tongues touched. Aya pulled his hips back and gently thrust forward, not wanting to push Yohji too far into Chloé too soon. He trembled a little as the overwhelming need to thrust forcefully against Yohji's cock passed. Aya leaned his forehead against Yohji's shoulder while he waited for Chloé to begin a rhythm that would satisfy all of them.

"Oh gods, if I don't start moving soon, I'm going to go mad," Chloé breathed. He rested his hand on Yohji's hip and gave a tentative, shallow thrust. Finding Yohji receptive, he thrust again, probing deeper inside the man's body, angling for the spot he'd discovered with his fingers earlier. Thrusting again, he moaned at the unbelievable pleasure of being buried inside Yohji.

"I'm okay. Mmmm. I'm more than 'okay'. Do that again, Chloé. Harder. Push me into Aya so we can all feel good..." Yohji continued to babble nonsense, too caught up within these new, pleasurable sensations to make any sense.

Chloé’s mouth trailed down the side of Yohji's neck, pausing to feel the throb of his pulse before continuing downward to the curve of his shoulder. He licked and nipped the golden flesh, savoring the unique taste of Yohji's skin.

"Fuck yourself on me, Aya." Yohji moaned with delight when Chloé thrust inside him.

Aya groaned softly and closed his eyes at Yohji’s words. Seconds later, he began to thrust his hips sharply at the same moment Chloé did so they were moving at counterpoint to each other.

With Yohji's head thrown back in pleasure, Aya once again licked a path up Yohji's neck to gently nibble and suck his chin. Aya lifted his leg up further to try and get deeper penetration from his lover's cock. More, he needed Yohji deeper within him, it wasn’t enough… "I-I'm tr-rying, Yohji."

Chloé's fingers dug into Yohji's flesh as he snapped his hips forward, driving himself into slick, tight, heat thus pushing Yohji into Aya. Together, he and Aya set a satisfying pace as they fucked and were fucked by the man they cradled in between their bodies. Chloé groaned low in his throat as he realized how close to the edge he already was.

The friction on his cock inside Aya was incredible. With Chloé thrusting and filling Yohji and Aya engulfing his own cock, Yohji could only close his eyes and let them have their way with him. He felt the precome oozing out of Aya's cock onto his stomach and had just enough presence of mind to reach down to seize it with his trapped right hand and began to stroke. On every up stroke, Yohji ran his thumb over the head of Aya's cock and squeezed with his fingers. The angle of Chloé's cock changed and suddenly that spot inside him was hit dead on. A strangled cry of surprise and ecstasy burst from his throat. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

Aya shifted his hips when Yohji cried out, his cock was squeezed almost painfully tight in Yohji's hand. The very next thrust sent a jolt of pleasure so strong he literally saw stars each time Yohji drove into him with help from Chloé. His left arm over Yohji's shoulder, Aya's fingers threaded through Chloé's hair and caressed the back of his neck. He needed to touch both of his lovers, his own orgasm was not far off.

Chloé released his hold on Yohji's flesh to stroke Aya's leg that was wrapped around Yohji. Leveraging himself as best he could, he pushed deeper into Yohji's body with each thrust, his cock swelled and his balls grew tight. "Too close," he moaned then suddenly gasped as his orgasm crashed through him and he spurted helplessly into Yohji's tight heat.

Feeling Chloé's body tense up, Yohji's own orgasm over took him. Gasping Chloé's and Aya's name in a chant through clenched teeth, Yohji pushed back slightly before thrusting forward into Aya's tightness.

When the grip tightened on his cock and Yohji slammed into his ass so deeply, Aya could no longer contain the crashing waves of pure ecstasy that poured through his body. Stream after stream of his release splattered onto his chest and stomach when he came, coating Yohji's as well. The intensity of his orgasm caused Aya's vision to black out.

Chloé struggled to regain control of his racing heartbeat as his harsh breathing rasped in Yohji's ear. He absently stroked his fingertips over Aya's skin, occasionally dropping light kisses along Yohji's throat. "My god," he gasped, "I think I've died and gone to heaven. If this is what sex between the three of us will always be like, then I know you two will be the death of me. In the most delightful way, of course."

He was exhausted. Sexually fulfilled beyond anything Yohji could've ever imagined before. "Mmm-hm. But what a way to go, Chloé. We've got to do this again. Soon." Leaning over, he kissed Aya's forehead before turning a bit toward Chloé. "Thank you. Both of you. That was the most incredible gift I've ever received." Sleep seemed to steal around the corner. As his breathing evened out and his cock softened, he felt it slowly slip out of Aya. The feeling of Chloé inside him wasn't the same fullness as before. Now that the adrenaline was no longer coursing through his body, various aches began to make themselves known. Still, he couldn't regret any of the causes.

Aya tucked his head under Yohji's chin and was about to drift off to sleep when he realized that they would wake up glued together. He cracked an eye open and spoke softly to Chloé, "I'm too tired to shower right now, should I get us some warm cloths to clean up with? I don't think Yohji knows what he'd wake up to."

Chloé nuzzled Yohji's hair and mumbled, "I'll get it. No need for you two to have to move." His spent cock slipped from Yohji's ass and he hissed faintly at the loss of contact.

When Chloé's cock slid out of his ass, Yohji felt a slight stinging sensation and grimaced. "Ow. Dammit. Is it supposed to sting like that when you pull out, Chloé? You'd think since you're not as hard as before, it wouldn't feel like anything."

"Mmmm, yes, we do have to do this again, but I'm not too sure about the 'soon' part, Yohji." He shifted to the edge of the bed and stood up, leaving the room briefly. When he returned, Chloé held a warm, wet cloth in his hand. "Here, let me," he said to both men before he began to lovingly clean them of all traces of that evening's activities.

To let someone else have control felt so nice, to be taken care of so lovingly. For the first time in his short memory, Yohji knew what it meant to feel 'cherished' and 'loved' but he was so tired and the warm, wet cloth felt good against his skin that, against his wishes, he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

After Chloé finished cleaning both of them, Aya pulled Chloé down behind him and had him wrap an arm around both him and Yohji. "I guess I'll just have to warn him after he wakes up that he may not be walking too easily for the next day or so. He tilted his head back for a kiss before he continued, "Why don't we sleep for an hour or so and then eat dinner while we instruct our lover on the price you pay for great sex."

"I always knew you were brilliant and beautiful, love." Chloé leaned forward long enough to give Aya a tender kiss before he made himself comfortable. "We definitely need a much bigger bed if we're going to be able to snuggle properly after sex."

“Mmmm, Yohji said something about having a bed large enough for five, maybe if we have the energy later, we’ll go stay at his place tonight.” Aya murmured as he drifted off to sleep.

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